#i just know regulus is whispering praises to him

[starlikesolitude]

powerbottom!regulus and subtop!james where reg is riding james who's wearing the collar and leash with a little sun pendant on it that reg got for his birthday that same day

[thebestofoneshots]

A LITTLE BIT OF PAINT | wolfstar x reader

Pairing: R.L. x S.B. x Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings: smut, threesome, finger fucking, oral (male receiving), handj*b, dry h*mping, thigh ridding, p in v, Remus is a mess, mild Dom!Remus (if you squint really hard), he might also have a praise k!nk, Sirius is a flirt (danger to humanity honestly), homoerotic scenes(?), you and Sirius can’t take your eyes off Rem, Rem can’t take his eyes off you either, consent is sexy!

Prompt: Sirius and you are art students and you’ve got an assignment, a nude painting, but you can’t paint each other. Trying to convict Remus to model for you was hard enough, but painting him, while he looks so damn stunning, might prove a harder endeavour to accomplish.

♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut

“So?” Sirius asked as he leaned onto Remus, “would you do it?” 

“Pretty please?” you asked with a small pout and a few blinks. 

Remus sighed, “Why don’t you just paint each other?” 

Both you and Sirius had been trying to convince Remus to be your nude model for an assignment for the last 20 minutes. He was your best friend, and both you and Sirius had always wanted to use him as a model, but had never been too keen to do it, not even clothed. But you needed him now. 

“We can’t do someone we’ve fucked,” Sirius said with a sigh, “We’d already done it otherwise.” 

“Just use each other and draw a face from a magazine,” Remus offered. 

“It won’t work either,” you responded now, “We’ve both been models for the class, they know our bodies.” 

Remus tried not to blush at the thought of Sirius and you, naked in the centre of a room for hours on end while people stared and drew all the small details of your bodies. The details that he assumed had only been seen by the other, now he regretted not taking the class, but scolded himself out of those stupid thoughts. 

He sighed, “Ask James?” 

“Regulus’ gonna do James,” Sirius responded, “He was obviously more than thrilled to oblige him.”

“We wouldn’t be asking you if we didn’t need you, please Moony!” 

Remus looked to the side, licking his lips before biting on the bottom one and sighing, however could he say no to the two of you. “Okay,” he whispered.

“Wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, a huge smile dancing on your lips, it made you look stunning. 

He nodded, “But you’ll owe me, big one.” 

You leaned in to hug him and then Sirius did the same, both of you sandwiching Moony in between the two of you.

“Anything for Moony,” Sirius added. 

Just a few days later, you were outside of one of the classrooms. It was a smaller cosy one that tended to be used for models, with huge windows but near the top of the building so no one would be able to look inside. You had rented it for the rest of the day since both you and Sirius were determined to finish in one sitting, and neither of you was sure if Remus would subject himself to more than that either. 

“You think he’ll come?” you asked as you looked at your watch for the third time that day. 

“He’ll come, luv. Don’t worry about it.”

You sighed, Remus was seldom late. And it took you some time to convince him, you were scared he wouldn’t want to anymore. 

You were fumbling with the keys to the room, and just as you inserted them inside the keyhole, you heard a fumbling at the end of the corridor.  

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, his bag hanging on the side and a coat hanging on the other side. I got held up by the traffic, “I brought the car since it said it was gonna rain, thought I could give you both a ride back, when we were done.” 

You smiled when you spotted him and flipped the keys as Sirius gave you an “I told you so look”. 

Remus was breathing heavily when he reached the two of you, “and then I couldn’t find the room, this place is a bloody maze.” 

Both you and Sirius chuckled at that. “We arrived late to our first class,” Sirius said. “The teacher told us we’d have to find our own model for being late and we made a deal to model for each other, that’s how we met.” 

“I know,” Remus said. He remembered when Sirius and you became friends, first Sirius didn’t shut up about you, then he introduced you to each other, and he understood why Sirius couldn’t shut up about you. Remus and Sirius went way back, they had been friends since elementary, along with James, Peter, Lily, Marlene and Mary. You had quickly gotten along with all of them, and they had made you a part of their little group.  

Finally, the door clicked open and you pushed on it, allowing both boys to get in before shutting it down and putting both the hand lock and the latch bolt. Remus threw you a look. “We’ve heard stories of people walking in on people painting and ruining their stuff by knocking things out. I doubt you’d want someone walking in on you.” 

Remus nodded and moved to sit on the small coach on the side. Thankfully the room was designed in a way to make models feel at ease. There was a music box where you could play tapes on the side, a sofa for them to feel comfortable, and then there was a table in the middle of the room. Both you and Sirius walked to the closet and he pulled on the easels while you went for the props you were planning to use. A small basket filled with fruits. “You brought the sheet?” 

“On my bag,” he said as he nodded to the side. 

“Kay,” you said as you leaned down to get it. 

“You may start changing Moons,” Sirius said, as the boy moved to help him with the easel. They had one in their apartment, and Remus already knew how to set it up from seeing Sirius do it so many times before. 

He swallowed and made sure to finish setting up the easel before nodding and walking towards the table. Sirius was taking off his leather jacket, and Remus attempted to ignore the way his friend’s muscles bent as he did. Sirius had always been beautiful, but this attraction he felt for his best friend was relatively new, he could barely stand it. 

You were still looking for the props when you turned around and spotted Remus pulling his soft brown jumper over his head. He wore a soft beige cotton shirt underneath it that was just a little tight over his arms. You tried not to bite your lips as you stared. Both Sirius and you had talked about how pretty you both thought Remus was, what a shame it was he wasn’t into either of you, if only you knew. 

Sirius gave you an amused look, his lips curling into a mocking smile and his brows shooting up and down. You pushed him lightly with your shoulder and walked toward the table before your cheeks warmed even further. 

“We’ll do mine first,” Remus explained, at least my sketch, Sirius’ next and then we’ll alternate. 

“You’ll do different poses?” Remus asked as he looked up at you, pulling the other shirt over his shoulders little after. Sirius tried not to laugh at the way you were looking at his friend. He had already seen how ripped Remus was, they were roommates, after all. 

“Yeah,” you responded as you got a hold of yourself. “We are gonna make it seem like we drew different people.” 

Remus nodded in response. He was slightly self-conscious about his scars, he’d gotten them as a kid in an accident. His parents were zoologists and worked with wolves, they had taken a puppy home since he was hurt, and Remus thought it was a dog. He pulled the hurt animal out of the cage to “play with it” but accidentally grabbed him from the part he’d been hurt, the animal retaliated by slashing him, face, torso, back, and legs. Remus had been 4 and had no way to defend himself, he also didn’t want to hurt the puppy so he allowed it to happen. When his parents found him, he was crying in a pool of blood, and the wolf pup had hidden somewhere in their garden. 

There was apprehension in your eyes as you stared at his scars, not because they were ugly, you thought Remus was beautiful, but because you thought of the pain they had once caused him. You cleared your throat. “I got this for you,” you explained as you showed him the basket of fruits, you had bought them all yesterday and left them in the small fridge in the room. “You’ll be holding in both of your arms, it’s like a recreation of an older painting,” you explained. 

Remus nodded, taking in the information as he fumbled with the button of his trousers. Half focused on what you said, half mortified over getting naked in front of you and Sirius. 

You pulled the basket in your hands again, “Kind of like this, okay?” you said as you grabbed the basket in the way he would be grabbing it, giving the fruits one last arrangement and taking a picture for reference in case they moved around. He gave you an understanding nod and you gave him a thumbs up in return. Sirius walked over to take Remus’ clothes from the table, and hastily dropped them over the smaller sofa, bringing over a bottle of wine, a decanter and an empty cup. 

“Our concept is based on gods, she’s going for Bacchus,” he explained, Remus was fumbling around with the trousers at the end of his feet, taking longer than he normally would to take off his clothes, Sirius obviously noticed. “She wants to capture the youth and lust of winemaking.” 

Remus gave him somewhat of a stern look and Sirius smiled cheekily in return. “And yours?” he asked. 

“Eros and Psyche,” Sirius responded with a slight tilt of his head. 

“And Psyche?” 

“Don’t worry your pretty head with it yet,” Sirius added condescendingly and got a shove from Remus in return. 

You were looking at the two of them with a smile, you’d always loved the relationship with the two, there was never a time they were more at ease than when they were with each other. 

Sirius sighed, and you smiled. Remus still felt nervous, taking his socks off and keeping his boxers on as he waited for new instructions. Sirius gave him a look as he sat on the window just behind you, and your easel, looking at how you sharpened your pencils and charcoal for sketching. “Would you help me pose him?” You asked, turning your head slightly to Sirius before focusing again on your pencils and canvas, taking a ruler to break down the piece into smaller squares to make sure you got your proportions right. 

Sirius nodded, jumped down from the window seal and picked up the white sheet he’d brought from his backpack. 

“Time to take them off, mate,” he said. Remus swallowed and nodded, taking off his boxers carefully and throwing them in the same direction Sirius had thrown the rest of his clothes. Then he placed his hand over himself and stared in between you and Sirius nervously. You were still focused on your canvas, so you didn’t quite see the interaction, but Sirius did and smiled. He had the inkling little feeling that maybe Remus was into you. He had told you about it but you had shrugged it off, Remus had become something like your best friend, there was no way. 

But Sirius had known Remus for longer than you did, and he knew his friend like he knew the back of his hand –and boy he knew that one well from seeing it so much while painting. And the nervous glances Remus kept throwing your way, made him feel a little more confident of his theory. Perhaps all the two of you needed was a little push, and then that one recurring dream he had could become a reality.

Sirius extended the sheet over Remus and placed it on his arms, just falling off the shoulders like some kind of shawl, he then accommodated the sheet covering one of his legs and his private parts. Remus seemed reassured by that, and Sirius again, tried not to smile knowingly. He then passed Remus the basket and helped him accommodate it in place.

“It's not too heavy is it?” 

“Not right now,” Remus said as he held it between his hands. Sirius then proceeded to place his hands on Remus’ bare back and traced his fingers over his friend’s muscles in a reassuring and discreet manner, giving a light squeeze near his neck. 

“Relax,” he said as he looked at the boy. Sirius had no idea how little relaxing that devious smile of his was, Remus’ skin burned at his touch. “Lean your head back a little bit, would you?” Remus swallowed and did as told, anything to have Sirius step away before he noticed the things he was actually doing to him. “A little bit more,” Sirius insisted and placed his hand on the boy’s neck. Allowing it to linger as he moved him around as he pleased. 

“Hey Angel,” he called, and you looked up, smiling at the sight of the two boys, “Is this all right?” 

“Come here,” you told Sirius, he finally let go of Rem and walked towards you, standing just behind the easel just at your side. “What do you think? Isn’t he a little too stiff?” 

“Yeah,” Sirius responded. 

“Thought so,” you breathed and left your pencil and charcoal on the easel before walking towards Remus. “Close your eyes, would you?” you asked softly. Remus hesitated before doing what told. “Take a deep breath for me, good, that’s good… Remember that time you told me about your trip to Dover? You told me you climbed to the very top of the castle, that it was freezing cold and that no one but you had been brave enough to climb up to the roof. It was empty but there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. So thin that when you pressed your feet, it melted away allowing you to see the stone. 

“You mentioned you leaned over the edges and got to see the castle, the grounds and then, then you got to see the ocean.” Remus' tense self was slowly starting to subdue. “You said you could hear the distant waves, and then you felt a small prickle in your cheek.” 

“It started snowing,” Remus said softly. 

You smiled, took a grape from his basket and placed it near his mouth, pushing it in between his lips. He opened his mouth when he felt the fruit and ate it with a frown, opening his eyes to look at it, and then at you. You were so bloody close to him. 

“There you go,” you said with a smile. “Much better now, keep that relaxed face of yours so I can paint it, will you?” you added teasingly. Remus was munching on the grape with a confused and yet amused face. You gave him a short wink and then went back to your spot, missing the slight flush that coated his cheek. 

“Comfortable?” Sirius teased. 

Remus threw him a look and you swatted Sirius with your pencil softly. “Stop teasing him, he’ll tense again,” you scolded. Remus couldn’t help but smile at the small interaction between the two and you finished up with the sharpening, picking up the pencil and starting to sketch. Remus let his head fall back as you traced, closing his eyes and changing his stance every once in a while, pulling his head off and watching you knit your brows together as you moved your pencil over the canvas. 

“You’re getting the proportions wrong,” Sirius said. “His hand is bigger than that.” 

You grumbled in return, “I know! I just–“ you pulled an eraser and started to furiously move it over the canvas, Remus was looking at the two of you carefully. “I can’t get it to work out.” 

“Want help?” 

“You can’t keep helping me when I don’t get the hands right…” 

“Why not? You always help me with light and shadow, you’re an expert.” 

You sighed, “It’s not the same Sirius.” 

“Yes it is,” he said in a no-nonsense kind of way, then he placed his hand over yours, and started guiding your sketch. “Come on, loosen up.” 

Meanwhile, Remus was looking at the domestic scene between the two with a mix of admiration and longing. The two of you looked stunning as you painted him, both deeply focused on the canvas, with a casual glance straight at his hand holding the basket, he smiled as he saw Sirius lean even closer to you, obviously unnecessary but something Sirius did often anyway. He had never seen his friend as smitten with a human as he had seen him with you. 

Eventually, Sirius let go of your hand and you added a few other touches. “Do you want to start painting or should I start with my sketch first?” he asked. 

You turned your head and stared at the cloudy sky, “I’ll use the sunlamp for my lighting, we can do yours if you want, that way you take advantage of natural light for your drawing.”

He nodded, “Okay, get ready, I’ll work on the canvas.” 

You sent him a short wink and he walked behind his easel. Remus took the time to put down the basket and accommodate the sheet around him a little better. “Cold?” you asked, “we can turn off the AC.” He shook his head. Just self-conscious then, you realised. Well, he won’t have to worry too much about that.

You took your hoodie off and then, but it wasn’t until you took a hold of your shirt and flipped it over your head that Remus realised what was going on. Your hands were behind your bra when he averted his gaze to the side completely blushed. “Sirius, If you’re painting her, can I leave?” 

“Of course not,” Sirius said simply, “I’m painting the both of you.” 

“You what?” 

“Eros and Psyche, remember?” 

“But you said you couldn’t paint people you’ve fucked,” he retorted in a rather accusing manner. 

“Yeah, that’s why I’ll switch her hair colour and you’ll cover her face.” 

“You never said I’d have to pose with your naked girlfriend!” 

“It’s okay Rem, I don’t mind, I’ve been a nude model for the class a couple of times.” 

Remus, as he would naturally turn to look at you when you spoke, but quickly turned his head to the side when he realised you were now completely naked. 

But I do! He thought as he tried to think of anything other than the curve of your breasts. Naked grandma, naked grandma.

You eyed Sirius, “Maybe we can–“ you started, biting your lip. 

“Nonsense. We’re all adults, go on.” 

You gave Sirius a stern look and he gave you back an equally determined one, nodding towards Remus, a clear indication for you to walk his way. 

You took a deep breath but did what he wanted anyway. Walking towards Remus and gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, If you really don’t want to do this-“

Remus’ head snapped your way, he focused his eyes on yours as best as he could, “No, I– I just– I wasn’t mentally prepared.” 

You smiled and tilted your head. You could see the self-restraint he was using not to look at your chest, Sirius was really trying not to cackle behind you as he sharpened his pencils, “You can look,” you said, “you’re gonna see them anyway Rem.” He gave you a frustrated frown. You smiled teasingly in return. 

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked. He was about ready to just stare for half a second and then move on with his life but he couldn’t quite look away. Not when he saw them perk up for him, his warm breath so close to you causing such a reaction. 

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Sirius said with a smile from behind the easel. The kind of confident smile of one who knew he could touch them whenever he wanted. 

Remus cleared his throat and looked at Sirius. Naked grandma. NAKED GRANDMA. “Go on with your painting, yeah?” 

“You haven’t even posed,” he retorted with a smile. You turned your head over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend, “where do you want me?” 

Remus tried not to think of those words, and not to memorise them either. He didn’t want to have dreams about it. Sirius on the other hand, smirked and walked over to the two of you, “Alright mate, time to lose the sheet,” he said as he pulled the one thing covering Remus’ body. While Rem shot to cover himself, Sirius gave you a look and then winked. 

You narrowed your eyes at him as you tilted your head, what the hell are you up to, pretty boy?

“Okay, Moony. I need you to sit on the table.” Remus did as told, “Now open your legs a little bit.” Remus gave a stern look to Sirius but did as told, still using his hands to cover himself. “Please Rem,” he added, “I’ll show you mine and you’ll show me yours? Take those hands off, would you? We’ve both seen plenty of dicks already.” 

You were looking at Remus’ clavicle as he did, trying to avoid the spot that made him so self-conscious, but Sirius was way bolder than that, and he stared straight at his friend’s cock instead. Was that a twitch? Sirius smiled, bit his lip, and turned back to you. 

“You’ll be in between his legs, he’ll have his arms around your arms and his head on your shoulder, is that okay?” 

“Okay,” you said simply. Now, had it been any other person, perhaps you wouldn’t have accepted the pose, but this was Remus, you trusted Remus. 

Remus, who realised there was no use in arguing, did what Sirius had described, leaning forward so you wouldn’t have to stand so close to him. He tried to avoid his chest brushing into yours, ever the gentleman. Anyone else might have just taken advantage. 

Sirius nodded and walked behind his easel again, “Luv, hide your head on his neck, okay?” 

“Mhm,” you said and did as told. Being so close to Remus was making you feel things. He was really warm and strong. You enjoyed the way he held you, Sirius could tell. He also knew you as the back of his hand. 

“Would you mind leaning in a little closer to him?” 

You nodded and did as told. Now your chest was brushing against his, Remus could feel your hardened nipples against his chest, the tip of his ears was now red, even if a good deal of blood was going south. You assumed it was due to embarrassment. 

Sirius had already started to draw, and you decided you’d try and ease him, you bent your elbows and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, allowing his grip to become a lot more secure, “It's okay,” you whispered. “Sirius is way faster at sketching than me, he’ll be over in a second. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.” 

“No, I’m sorry for making this so awkward,” he said softly. “I bet you are used to this and I’m making it weird.” 

“Not really,” you said honestly, leaning your head on his shoulder a little more, that was something you had done often, with clothes, though. “I’ve never modelled with anyone other than Sirius. I only said I would because it would be you.” 

“You what?” Remus asked, you accommodated and your lips accidentally brushed against his neck, he felt the blush spreading, he was losing control. He couldn’t keep thinking of a naked grandma when he had you pressed against him, whispering on his neck, your warm breath against his skin igniting him like a match against dry leaves. 

“I only agreed to Sirius’ pose when he proposed it because you’d be the male model. I don’t like modelling so close to other people.” 

Remus sighed, closing his eyes, his cock was already half hard, and here you were talking to him about trusting him to be the male model, he was a total dick. 

“Luv, lean in a little closer would you?” Sirius asked. 

Remus didn’t even have enough time to give Sirius a warning glance since you confidently did as told, and that’s when you felt it: hard, brushing just under your belly button. You pulled apart just for a second and looked down.

He is huge.

Remus was beet red and staring at Sirius with a mix of exasperation, embarrassment, and anguish. But neither of you seemed to mind, you just pulled your hips slightly back and went back to the previous pose, your nipples brushing against his chest again and making his boner grow even more. 

“It’s okay,” you reassured, “It’s actually quite normal, you’d be surprised how many times it happens.” 

Remus had his eyes closed shut and was trying not to think, not of your soft chest against him, not of your soft breath fanning against his skin, and certainly not of how close your pussy was to his dick. 

You could tell how much more tense he was now. “Do you want to take a break?” 

“No,” he said quickly. “Let’s just get over with it.” The last thing Remus needed was to take a break only for it to happen again the minute your skin came into contact with his. 

“Are you sure? You’re a lot more tense now, Moons,” you said with a frown as you gently brushed your hand on his soft back, tracing a finger over one of his scars without quite realising you were doing it. 

He shook his head, “No, it’s okay.” 

“Remus–“ Sirius started. 

“It won’t work,” he snapped a little harsher now. 

Sirius’s perspicacious look turned into a smirk, he knew he wasn’t imagining things. He gently placed his pencil on the easel and walked over to Remus. “Why not Moony?” 

“Sorry?” He asked, nervous. You felt him tense even further and pulled back, he got a glimpse of your breasts again and he only became harder. 

“Sirius, you’re making him more nervous,” you added with a frown, your hand still brushing reassuringly on his back. 

“No,” he replied, and focused his gaze back on Remus. “I want to know why it wouldn’t work.” 

Remus grabbed the basket that was still lying around and placed it over his lap, covering his ever-growing boner. 

“You don’t have to respond to that, Rem.” 

“He does,” Sirius insisted. 

Remus looked at Sirius in disbelief before huffing. “You’re making your bloody gorgeous girlfriend, pose with me and hug me, and lay her head on my shoulder, all while naked. And you’re looking at us, with that, piercing fucking gaze of yours while you do. A break is not going to help because you’ll make us do it again!” 

Sirius still had a stern face on, but you noticed the small twist on his lips, he was holding back a smirk. 

“Sirius,” you warned. 

“No,” he said and focused on Remus again. “Remus, you think my girlfriend’s gorgeous?” 

“Everyone thinks your girlfriend’s gorgeous.”

“No, Remus. Do you think she is?” 

Remus avoided Sirius’ gaze, red with embarrassment and anger. More at himself than anyone else. His jaw was clenched and his eyes squeezed shut. 

Sirius threw you an amused look and you gave him an impatient one. You could tell he was playing with Moony and you didn’t like it one bit. Sirius, though, wasn’t one to stop things so easily, and he pulled you softly from your spot in between his legs and took it, placing both hands on Remus’ shoulders who just tensed even further. He leaned closer to his ear, “I’m asking you something, Remus.” 

Remus didn’t reply, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching. You were about to pull Sirius back but he spoke again, “I’m asking because–” he tone was softer, the threatening tone from earlier fading into a more lewd one, “It’s okay of you do,” he whispered, and then pressed his lips to Remus’ tense shoulder. Remus’s eyes snapped open and he spotted you, you gave him a short smile, and then he felt Sirius’s lips pressed against him again, “because we both have the hots for you as well,” Sirius mumbled against his skin.

Remus swallowed thickly at that, and you could feel a familiar pulsing between your legs.

Remus pushed Sirius off, the other boy just stared at his friend with a smile, “don’t play with me, Black!” he warned, angry and steady. 

“He’s not,” you interceeded. Sirius was a flirt, it was hard to believe him sometimes, but for you, who had been with him for a while, it was easy to see the shine in his eyes when he saw Remus, it wasn’t there when he saw other men. You walked over to Sirius and took hold of his arm, laying your head gently on his shoulder and allowing your entire front to be exposed to Remus. “The question is, Remus, do you like us back?” 

Remus’ breath was caught in his throat, he wasn’t sure what to respond, could he even?

“And what does that mean?” 

You shot Sirius a glance, there was a silent understanding between the two of you, a small nod from Sirius, and you walked closer to Remus, “It means we like hanging out with you,” you said softly and took a step towards him, “It means we like having you around, It means we like it when your eyes brighten as you speak of a new book you love and it means we love the way your hair falls on your face when you forget your umbrella and you borrow one of ours.” You were dangerously close to him now, “It means we like it when you stand close to us, it means we would like to touch you,” you placed a hand on his leg, and traced from his knee to the thick of his muscle, and left it there while making soft circles with your thumb. 

“It means when we invited you to model for us we were being selfish, we wanted to have more of you than we normally did,” Sirius said, also walking closer, “It means I specifically had to wear bigger pants because I knew the moment I saw you naked along with her, my mind would roam, and take me back to my dreams.” 

“Your dreams?” Remus asked as he gulped, gaze darting between your hand on his leg and Sirius approaching both of you.

“Our dreams,” you interceeded, having him turn back to look at your face. “The question is, Remus–“ You grabbed onto the basket and started to drag it away from him. “Do you want us? Or is this just a natural reaction?” you asked, nodding back to his hard cock, trying not to lick your lips as you did. 

Sirius still hadn’t touched Remus, but he was standing so close he’d only have to lean in to kiss the boy’s neck. “I–“ Remus hesitated, and looked at Sirius, trying to find confirmation. He could barely believe what was going on, perhaps he had fallen asleep on your shoulder and this was just a figment of his eager imagination. 

Sirius smiled and nodded down. His pants were big, but not big enough to hide the tent that had formed in his pants. Remus swallowed again. By now you had already discarded the basket of fruit, a couple of them rolling out and scattering on the floor with a loud thud. None of the three seemed to hear it, all of your gazes were firmly set on each other. 

“It is real, Remus,” you said and leaned close enough to kiss his neck near the spot Sirius had kissed initially. You had wanted to do that while Sirius was sketching the two of you, and you took the chance to finally do it. Still, neither you nor Sirius had touched Remus’ cock, you wanted him to say yes before you did something irreparable. But unlike Sirius, you didn’t leave your kiss as a small innocent one, instead, you opened your mouth to his skin and started licking and sucking lightly. 

A strangled moan escaped Remus’ lips. and you smiled, continuing to kiss him in the same way, eager to hear the sound again.

“Should we take that as a yes?” Sirius asked, voice raspy and low from how turned on he was at the sight of the two of you. 

Remus let out a soft scoff, and then he pulled you from his neck, he hated the disappointed glance you had as he held your face in between his hands. Your eyes were blown with lust and your lips were wet from the kiss. 

You swallowed, ready to pull apart but Remus dragged your head towards his and leaned in just enough to plant a desperate kiss on your lips. You were surprised at first but quickly melted into him, moaning as he dragged his demanding tongue over your lips, which only fueled him further, he wanted to hear those sounds, he wanted to hear the both of you make those sounds over and over again until he was deafened by them. 

“Yes,” he whispered as he pulled apart, panting for air and dropping smaller kisses around your face, “bloody hell yes!” he insisted. 

Sirius leaned in, and whispered on Moony’s ear, “Should have told us earlier.”  He pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, but quickly moved down to kiss the boys jaw, “We’ve been dreaming about you for months.” 

“Imagine my surprise when Sirius woke me up, panting your name,” you said, “I thought it was a nightmare until I felt how hard he was.” 

Remus sighed and leaned his head on your shoulder as Sirius continued to kiss him, you took that as an opportunity to place your hand on his back again, allowing your fingers to feel and touch every single part of him that you hadn’t been able to touch earlier, and that you found absolutely stunning. 

Another moan escaped Remus’ mouth when he felt your hand on his back, and Sirius smiled, the wicked smile of his and he pulled apart from his neck and easily sat on the table before moving behind Remus in a kneeling position, taking both of his shoulder and pulling him back from the hunch he’d been on. The sight of both boys almost set you on fire, Sirius noticed, he noticed almost everything. 

“Moony, love,” he said as he leaned into the boy’s neck and allowed his hand to softly massage Remus’ back muscles, “Isn’t she stunning?” 

You threw Sirius an inquisitive look and he just winked, he seemed to always know what to do. 

“She is,” Remus breathed, eyes hooded as he allowed Sirius to touch him, clearly lost on him. 

Sirius smiled, “I want you to touch her,” he said with a smirk, “touch her like you wanted to touch her when I was drawing the two of you behind the easel. I saw you looking at her, I saw the way your hands fought to stay in place.” 

“Sirius,” Remus warned. 

But Sirirus’ smirk only grew wider, he knew his words were sending both you and Remus into a state of absolute frenzy, all he’d have to do was push you into each other, “Touch her, I know she wants it as much as you do.” 

Remus was hesitant, but he placed his hand on your shoulder and dragged you closer to the two of them in a soft pull. You looked up at him and smiled, squaring your shoulders and allowing him to see your almost throbbing nipples, desperate to be touched, and to be held by either of the two. 

He was slow and hesitant, allowing his hand to fall from your shoulder to your arms, and then to your waist, and to the small of your back. Sirius placed a soft kiss just over Remus’ ear and then whispered, “Touch her, Remus, touch the place you’ve wanted to touch since you saw that little black bra of hers that makes me lose my mind.”

Remus breathed, he remembered the little piece perfectly, he allowed his hand to drag up, and let his thumb rest right under your breast, feeling the soft bounce of it and gently rubbing underneath, an innocent touch, almost a graze, nothing in comparison to the way Sirius would sometimes grab at them, and yet, it was just making you wetter. “Remus,” you whined as you leaned your head on his free shoulder. That seemed to be the fuel he needed to drag his hand even further up and allow his thumb to brush against your nipple. You clenched against nothing as he did, and moaned. He had a small scar tracing just around his thumb, the feeling of textures against your skin dragging you to heaven.

Sirius smiled at your reactions and started to kiss his neck. Which had Remus’ head tilt back in pleasure. That’s when you leaned your hand down again, eager to feel him, you were gentle and decided to give him enough time to stop you if he wanted, but the slow massaging of your hand towards his cock was only making Remus grow harder, a small droplet of precum already coming from his tip. He hadn’t even dared to dream of such a moment, and here you were, making it happen. When your hand finally wrapped around him he let out a breathy moan, his hand on your breast tightening. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. 

“May I?” you asked softly. 

“Please,” he managed to say, Sirius chuckled at his neediness but Remus was quicker and pulled on his hair to drag him to his mouth. The longer-haired boy was surprised at first but quickly smirked into Remus’ demanding kiss, swallowing all the moans that would leave him as you slowly brushed your fingers over his cock. First, tracing a thin line from the bottom to the top, right over the pulsing vein. And then you wrapped your hand around him, firm but gentle, and rubbed the tip with your thumb. 

Sirius pulled from the kiss that Remus chased into just to let you hear his moans and whispered, “Do you hear that, love?” he said as he placed a hand on Remus’ neck to keep his desperate lips from crashing against his mouth again. “You’re turning him into an animal.” 

“We are,” you responded and tightened your grip around him, starting only now to gently stroke. You got to hear another moan from Moony before Sirius returned to kiss him. You leaned your head on Remus’ shoulder again, that place proving to be one of your favourite sports of the night, and started to trace kisses up his neck. You could feel his reactions in the way he would sometimes squeeze your breasts a little harder, or when he moved his hand down your waist. “And he makes such lovely sounds, doesn’t he?” 

Sirius hummed in return, not daring to tear his lips away from the kiss. 

Then you reached Remus’ ear. “If only you knew how wet you’re making me,” you whispered, a sly, fox-like smile appearing on your lips. Sirius threw you a side glance in between kisses and raised one of his eyebrows at you. 

“Show him then,” he said before going back to kiss Remus, but using one of his hands to place it on the boy’s waist. “Pull back a little, Moons.” 

Remus did as told, giving you enough space to be able to climb into the table as well, both legs on either side of one of his, and then slowly you let yourself down onto him, sighting at the feeling of his muscles against your sex. Remus gave you an encouraging squeeze on the waist, and that was enough for you to start grinding yourself onto his leg. Somehow, you managed to maintain the strokes on his cock as you rubbed onto him. 

“Do you feel that, love?” Sirius asked as he broke the kiss to have the two of them look at you. You had your eyes closed and were focused on both your hips and hand movements. You felt Remus’ cock twitch, but you didn’t know it had been because he was looking at you. “Do you feel how wet you’ve made her?” 

Remus looked at his glistening leg as you slid down and then up again, firmly pressing yourself against him, even if it was hard with the position you were in. He flexed his muscles and he felt your hand tremble in his cock, “She’s so pretty, Pads. You get to see her like this all the time?” 

Sirius chuckled and decided to kiss Remus’ neck, so they could both continue delighting at the sight of you riding his leg. Remus seemed hesitant at first, but he dragged his hand down to your waist and towards your leg. Clearly giving in to the temptation to touch.

“Go ahead, she likes it,” Sirius encouraged in a chuckle and Remus didn’t think twice. You stiffened when you felt his hand brush against you as you pushed yourself into him, now opening your eyes to figure out whose hand had been bold enough. You smirked when you realised who it had been. 

“Still curious?” you asked and pushed yourself towards his hand again. 

Remus didn’t speak, instead, he focused on brushing his fingers over your folds which had you sight in content. But Remus was slightly hesitant as if he wasn’t sure how to touch you properly. When Sirius realised the lack of moans, he decided he’d help. He placed a quick kiss on Remus’ temple and then moved behind him again. Allowing one of his hands to rest on Moony’s neck and then using the other to trace his arm until he reached the hesitant hand still brushing against your sensitive spots. 

“Like this,” he said as he took hold of his hand and started making his movements more determined. You moaned at the new, more purposeful touch, and Sirius’ smirk grew. “Slow and determined,” he instructed. Remus himself found your clit after that, and he gently pressed his finger over it, testing. 

“Fuck do that again,” you managed to whisper as you leaned your head on his shoulder again, Sirius placed a soft comforting kiss on your temple, your hands on Remus’ cock becoming dumber as the pleasure consumed you. 

Remus did as told, and you moved your hips towards his fingers almost instinctively. “Such a fast learner,” Sirius praised, and you’d swear you saw Remus inflate slightly at his words. 

“Yeah, Moony!” you sighed, voice mellow, something in between words and a moan. “You’re amazing,” you added as you kissed his neck, chasing all the way to his mouth. The hand that Sirius used to teach him, had long forgotten its purpose and had somehow found its way to your breast, pinching and squeezing like he knew you loved. His lips glued to Moony’s neck in the meantime. 

Moony pressed a tentative finger to your entrance, you smiled into the kiss, and pushed into him, he bit your lips as his finger dug inside you, “Fuck,” he whispered into your mouth, “so tight.” You clenched around him, as you pulled from the kiss and brushed the tip of his cock with your thumb, you were eager to hear another one of those melodic moans of his. And you did, reeling on the power he had given you before going back to kiss him. 

“She is Moony, it’ll feel insane around your cock too, I promise,” Sirius whispered to his ear. If you had been thinking properly, you might have swatted him for assuming how things would end, but the idea of having Remus’ cock inside of you only made you wetter, your hips chasing his finger a little more desperate as you used it to chase your own pleasure. 

Remus used his free hand to take yours from his cock and placed it on his shoulder since he knew that would help you be a little more steady, he missed your touch, but the moans he pulled from you were enough compensation. He went for another finger and you moaned at how much more full you felt. Remus had longer fingers than Sirius did, and the scars added a layer of textures that you had never felt before but that you could easily get used to. 

His touch was much more curious and soft than Sirius’ had been the first time, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t aiding you into a state of absolute bliss. Sirius, ever the clever, figured out you were close in a second. He pulled Moony deeper into the table, pulling you along with him, took off his shirt and moved behind you. Both of his tights around yours, Moony’s in between. He pressed himself onto you allowing you to feel his warm and slightly sweaty skin. You could feel his boner pressing onto your ass which had you sight in pleasure. 

“How’s that, my love,” he said. “Do you like having Moony’s hand all over you? His fingers inside?” 

“Sirius,” you sighed. His hands were now on your hips, helping you ride Moony’s fingers with much more ease. Moony’s fingers got faster, and you could feel Sirius holding back from dry humping you from behind, his hips sometimes chasing against your ass, you had neglected him a little. “Like that,” you managed to whisper once Remus did a particular movement, a flick of his finger, and he instantly repeated it. 

“She’s close Moony,” Sirius warmed as he felt you tense, he moved his hands on your body reassuringly, but in the way that he knew you loved, you tensed, tightening around Remus’ fingers, and then let out a long, and quiet moan. “There you go,” Sirius added softly as he brushed his fingers over your leg, both of them helping you ride down from your high. Eventually, Remus took his fingers from inside you and placed a reassuring hand on your leg. You closed your eyes, head still pressed onto his shoulder as you breathed in, Remus had always smelled delightful, but you’d swear he smelled even better today.

You then reached your hand down but Sirius beat you to it, “My turn,” he said as he pushed you closer to Remus and took a hold of his cock. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked Remus with a smile, knowing well his answer. 

Remus gulped and shook his head, which had Sirius smile like a wolf and start playing around with his friend’s cock. He clearly knew what he was doing much better than you did since he had Remus panting and moaning a lot faster than you had. He also had you firmly pressed against Remus as he touched him, if you had wanted to –which you obviously didn’t– you wouldn’t be likely to get out in between the two. Still, you busied yourself with kissing Remus’ neck again, that spot that you seemed to be addicted to.

Remus sighed, and you started to brush your hands all over his body, moaning and grunting growing louder. Sirius felt his friend’s cock twitch in his hand and he knew he was close, so he stopped. Remus gave him a pleading look but he pulled his hand back completely and the you along with him. You didn’t realise what was going on until you saw Remus’ throbbing cock and confused look. 

“Sirius!” you reprimanded. Remus seemed to be struggling to form proper words. 

“He won’t get to fuck you if he comes into my hand,” Sirius responded then leaned his head into your shoulder and looked at Remus with a knowing pout. “Would you rather come into my hand than feel her tight little pussy around you, Moons?” 

Remus scoffed. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting by getting sexually involved with Sirius Black, but he should have fucking expected this kind of behaviour.

Sirius smiled, “How about we help him cool down a little but keep him hard, darling?” 

You leaned your head back onto Sirius, opening your legs a little for Remus to get a better view of your glistening sex. “What do you like, Remus?” You asked in the most innocent tone. As if you were asking about the taste of ice cream he preferred and not the kind of shit that turned him on. 

But frankly, neither you nor Sirius would have to do anything special to turn him on, he already pretty much worshipped you. Remus was still at a loss of words, he stared at both of you, then down between your legs and then up at your faces again. 

“Do you want me to eat her out?” Sirius asked as he tilted his head. 

“Or would you rather see me blow him?” 

“Cowgirl?” 

“Doggie?” 

Remus was sure that if you didn’t stop you, you might just list the entire kamasutra before he made a choice, “anything.” 

You tsked and shook your head, “No, Moons, that’s not the deal,” you replied. “What do you want?” 

Again, he saw you tense and relax between your legs as you asked him, and he didn’t miss the smirk that drew on your lips when he started. “I want” –he hesitated– “touch him.” 

“Your wish is my command,” you said with a smirk and instantly turned to Sirius, making sure to have him spin around enough so that you wouldn’t have Remus just look at your back, although he would have been more than happy staring at the way your ass moved. 

“Did you hear that, Pads?” 

Sirius hummed in response as he helped you accommodate, you were now cradling him. You first went for a kiss, soft, but demanding, as you two kissed, you lowered one of your hands and gripped Sirius over his pants. He moaned into your mouth and you pulled back from the kiss, no matter how addictive his lips were, you wanted Remus to hear his precious moans as well. 

Remus’ hands were itching to go back to his cock when he heard Sirius’ moan. He was too pretty, both of you were, he could still barely believe what was happening, but he sure loved every bit of it. “Help me get this off,” you said as you turned to Remus and pressed your hands onto Sirius’ belt. 

He raised his eyebrows amused and you gave him a short wink. He did as told. Leaning in closer and unbuckling the belt before sliding it off Sirius who was a moaning mess since your hand was still on him. Once Remus managed to move the button off, you were quick to digg your hand in and Sirius raised his hips a little to take it off along with his boxers. 

Remus’ cock twitched when he saw Sirius’ hard and proud. He wanted to touch it as much as he wanted to see you touch it, but he wasn’t sure Sirius would want him to touch it so instead he moved his desperate hand to the boy’s neck. You smiled at that and brushed yourself against him, passing his cock over your folds a few times to coat him with your wetness before gripping at him securely. 

“Sto–p teasing,” Sirius managed to say, and you laughed, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before wrapping your hand around him and starting to stroke. Remus seemed fascinated by the way you moved your hand on Pads, like you knew exactly what he wanted when he moaned or moved his hips slightly to the side. At some point Sirius started to chase your hand with his hips as well but Remus placed his hand on his legs to keep him down. Sirius turned to the boy with a frown and Remus smirked.

“I said I wanted her to touch you, not for you to fuck her hand,” he replied in a low tone. 

You giggled at the stifled moan that left Sirius’ lips when Moony said that, and continued with your strokes, turning your wrist so you had a bit more control and toying with the tip whenever your thumb got close enough to it. 

“Close,” Sirius breathed and you smiled, looking at Moony with a small smirk before pulling back a little from both of them but still stroking. Then you pulled further down and Sirius almost came in your hands at the mere image of what you were about to do. You pressed a kiss to kiss your stomach, and gently lowered down, allowing your nipples to brush over his cock causing him to shudder. 

You licked your lips before going down and pressing a soft and gentle kiss over his tip, you could feel the blood rushing and his cock twitching. You then pressed your tongue to him and Sirius let out a low, almost imperceptible groan. The first, soft splurt of his cum fell on the outside of your mouth before you wrapped your lips around him and sucked the rest of him dry. By the time you were done, Sirius was panting and gripping onto Remus’ leg as he attempted to catch a breath. You raised yourself back up to look at them both. 

You opened your mouth to show you had yet to swallow it all and then turned to Remus, “Want a taste?” 

Sirius was already sore, and yet when Moony nodded and pulled you in for a desperate kiss, he swore he felt himself twitch again. In a matter of seconds, you had climbed onto his lap, leaning into the kiss and only pulling apart to see his reaction, a line of spit still connected the two of you as smirked. 

“Fuck,” Sirius said in a low moan at the sight. 

“How was it?” you asked as you bit your lip. 

Remus tilted his head and dragged your hips to his, “Is not over yet, is it?” 

“I meant the taste,” you replied as you rolled your hips on his cock. 

He licked his lips, and laid his head on your shoulder as he looked at Sirius. “Fucking delicious,” he said.

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “Bet,” you added before rolling your hips against his again. “Ready?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Good,” you said, and then lifted yourself, brushing on his cock a couple of times before bringing your hand down to it, brushing his tip on you, making sure to brush your clit, and then slowly, sinking yourself onto him.

You breathed out as you did, getting used to his size, and he waited patiently for you to finish. 

“You all right?” he asked softly. 

You let out a breathy “Yeah.” 

“Tell me when I can start moving.” You squeezed your walls around him. “Fuck–“ 

Sirius laughed from the side and placed a hand on Remus’ arm, “Did I not mention she has a tendency to do that? I almost came the first time she did it to me.” 

You squeezed again and then started to move, slow and steady at first, Remus was a groaning mess again and it only fueled your resolve to continue moving and squeezing, eventually, his hips started thrusting up into yours and your movements seemed to synchronise. 

“Touch her too,” Sirius suggested and Remus did as told, quickly bringing one the hands that rested on your waist to your clit. You started to roll your hips so you could increase the pressure and he helped by moving his finger closer. 

“Is that good?” 

“Fuck yes,” you responded. 

You continued for a while, and you felt Remus get extremely close, if his moaning indicated anything but then he stopped thrusting into you and you slowed your pace with a questioning frown. 

“Can…” he panted. “Can I try something?” 

You nodded in return and Remus smiled, he pulled you up with his hands on your waist –his cock still inside you– and flipped you around, now your back was laying on Sirius’ chest and you could feel his semi-hard on your ass. 

“Moony what are you–“ he started but was shut up by a kiss as he thrusted into you. Both the kiss and your asscheeks brushing onto him had Sirius harden even more as Remus thrust in and out of you. 

“Touch her the way she likes,” he said to Sirius in between kisses and the other boy did exactly that, chasing in between the entanglement of bodies until he found your clit, tentatively, he brushed his hand down to feel where Remus and your body connected and Remus moaned at the feeling of Sirius’ hands on him again. “I said touch her,” he added with a sigh, “I want her to come again.” 

Sirius smiled and pressed a short kiss to Remus’ lips. “Your wish is my command.” 

Seconds later Sirius’ expert fingers were on you, brushing and circling your clit the way that made you brainless, your ass pressed onto his cock and Remus rutting into you quickly made you feel absolute bliss. 

“I’m about to–“ 

“She as well,” Sirius said as he felt the way you moved on top of him. 

Remus reeled at the thought and groaned out as he started to come, he tried to pull out but Sirius was quick to keep him in place. “She’s taking something,” he said simply, and that was enough for Remus to allow your walls to milk him. As he did, Sirius was fast with his hand and you were cumming on Remus’ cock, squeezing him even more as his pace started to slow down. 

Sirius, who was already sore, came for the second time that night a little after, surprising you since you were not expecting to feel the sticky wetness against your ass. 

Remus felt it too, since part of it spluttered all the way to his legs and he looked at Sirius with a mildly impressed stare. 

“You two are fucking hot,” he said, unapologetically. Remus pushed into you a couple more times and then he allowed his weight to fall on both of you. 

“Too heavy?” he managed to ask. 

“No,” you said as you accommodated your head next to Sirius’ and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. He sighed in contentment.  

Eventually, Remus drew himself out of you and then pulled back from his position on top and instead laid with his back against the table. He bit his lip, “I guess you’ll have to find another model.” 

“No way in hell we’re ever gonna look for another model,” you said with a laugh, also rolling from Sirius and letting yourself fall right in between the two of them, “Moony’s just perfect, isn’t he?” 

“Thought you couldn’t paint someone you’d fucked…” he breathed. 

Sirius laughed, “Well, they don’t have to know we’re a thing…” 

Remus felt so many emotions at once, you were a thing, but also Sirius doesn't want people to know.

“…until after we’ve handed in the paintings, and gotten our grades,” he added with a cheeky smile. 

“Besides, the sun is gone,” you added. “We’ll have to come back another day.”

“Didn’t you mention a sunlamp or something?” Remus asked.

“We’ll have to come another day,” you repeated with a smirk. And Remus gave you an impressed look. 

“Do you guys have anything to do?” Sirius asked.

You shook your head and Remus said a quick “No.”

“Why?” you asked.

“I think Prongs is sleeping over at Reggie’s.” 

“Is he now?” Remus questioned. 

“I thought we could have a sleepover of our own.” 

You scoffed a laugh, of sleep, it wouldn’t have much.

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[sweetiecutie]

Hi! Would I please be allowed to ask for Regulus black smut + size kink please??

Pairing: Regulus Black x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, size kink, lots of ‘good girl’, daddy issues taming lol

A/n: this idea is absolutely mouthwatering. Wrote this in my heavy fit of daddy issues so beware.

Regulus is bigger. Always has been, even since you met in the second year of Hogwarts, when mostly girls tended to be taller than boys due to physiological reasons - he still was a few centimeters taller. With years, those few centimeters turned into few decimeters and now, in your seventh year, Regulus is almost two heads taller than you, causing you a lot of neck pain because you have to crane your neck while speaking to him and visually dwarfing you just by standing next to you.

- That’s a good girl, taking me so well, - Regulus murmurs softly, hovering above you. His forearm is resting on a pillows next to your head, propping up most of his weight, his other hand is wrapped around the base of his cock as he sinks slowly inside of you, preventing it from slipping out of your slicked tightness.

You mewl at the praise and tight stretch of your walls - no matter how often you two have sex, first penetration is always hard for both of you. Your own arms are wrapped around Regulus’ lean torso, hands gliding up and down his sides, caressing soft skin there with gentle touches.

He’s not all the way in. He never is. Even when he reaches so impossibly deep within you, his pink cockhead pressed tight against your cervix, creating a bump on your tummy - there are always about 4 cm left, your pussy too small to take all of him in. But he never complains. In fact, Regulus loves it oh so much, just how tiny you are in comparison to him. How cute you look when you struggle to take three of his fingers inside, how fucked-our you look just when he buries his dick inside of your tight little pussy, not having fucked you yet. And even if he wants a stimulation of his full length - he can always shove his dick down your throat, sometimes he wonders who gets off more from it, considering how blissed-out you look when he fucks your mouth stupid.

- That’s it, nice and easy, - Regulus coos as he buries his cock deep inside of you, your inner walls flutter around his mighty girth, trying to accommodate his size. His now free hand rests next to your head too, fully caging your body underneath his bigger form.

Black gives you some time to adjust, staying still while his hot lips wander all over your face and neck, leaving butterfly kisses and whispering sweet nothings and confessions of love into your skin. He starts off slow, pulling out just a bit and then rolling his hips gently back into yours, eliciting sweet moans and whimpers escaping your kiss swollen lips. Regulus picks some speed eventually, setting a rhythmic pace, just how he knows you like it - not too fast, but deep and firm, hitting all your right spots with his cock.

You buck your hips against Regulus, trying to impale yourself impossibly deeper on him, but one his big hand grips your hip tightly, effectively stilling all of your movements.

- That’s all right, little girl, none of that. Just lay there prettily as I fuck you into the mattress, mkay? - Regulus drawls from above you, small smile lingering on his handsome face as his eyes study your blushing face closely.

You pout but agree nevertheless:

- Mkay, - you copy his words, relaxing in his arms, letting him do whatever he wanted to your body. Regulus’ smile widens into a sly grin as his hips resume their previous tempo, fucking you into your bed just like he promised.

Your hand comes to cradle his nape, his skin there is wet with sweat from the strain of how good he fucks you, soaking wet those cute little curls on the back of his head. You bring Regulus’ face down towards your own, your noses bump together with every deep thrust of his hips against yours, his obsidian eyes never leaving your teary ones. A high-pitched squeal escapes your lips with particularly firm roll of your boyfriend’s hips, your eyes flutter closed, Regulus’ name on your lips like a mantra.

- Look up at me while I fuck you, - Regulus rasps and you force your eyes open again, staring up at your boyfriend with immense adoration. His thick curls fall on his forehead, getting into his eyes as he tries to blow them out unsuccessfully, your hand reaches up to card through his silky locks, combing them back from his face. - That’s it, look at me while I make you feel good, that’s my pretty little princess. Rub your clit f’me, yeah?

Your heart picks up pace at his choice of words, you unravel one of your arms from around your lover’s neck, trembling hand makes it’s way down to where your bodies connect, finding your clit and circling it in skilled moves. Your pussy tightens deliciously at added stimulation, clenching around Regulus tightly, eliciting quiet ‘fuck’ mumbled under his breath from him.

- Reggie, gonna cum, - you utter breathlessly and your lips brush against his with every word, he just pecks you encouragingly.

- C’mon, cum on my cock. Be a good girl and make a mess for me.

You feel your stomach tighten and you chase the feeling desperately, nimble fingers rubbing on your clit faster and sloppier, feeling warmth surely growing within you. It took only a few more thrust to send you right over the edge, white-hot sensation surging through your veins, filling every cell of your body with euphoria.

Regulus never stops, fucking you right through your orgasm; black eyes don’t dare to leave your beautiful face, trying to carve every second of your pleasure into his memory. His hips still only when you start whimpering from overstimulation, staying buried snugly inside of you.

You look up at Regulus with teary unfocused eyes, realization that he didn’t cum with you starts to hit slowly. But his lips are on yours already, shutting you up with a reassuring kiss, not giving a chance to start rambling. Bumping his nose against yours affectionately, Regulus pulls out of you carefully, giving your thigh a playful squeeze.

- Roll over on your tummy, baby. Gotta be a good boyfriend and fuck my girl nice and good, don’t you think?

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[rottin6]

Reg wanting james to fuck a baby inside of him

mdni. 18+ | jegulus. cw: smut [breeding kink/babytrapping]

regulus is exhausted. he’s convinced that at any moment now, the last shred of strength he has will unravel, and his legs will come crashing down onto the bed. it’s not his fault really, they’ve just been at it for too long. james knows this, knows full well that he’s struggling to keep up. he feels the way regulus’ entire body trembles and shake as he fucks his cock into him relentlessly, over and over. james whispers soft praises with each thrust, trying to keep him motivated. every time he feels the weight of his knees begin to buckle out, he fears he might have gone too far this time. that regulus will tell him to stop and that this is the last time. 

quite frankly, james has no clue why he’s fucking the hell out of regulus, why he’s going at it harder each time when he’s already coaxed out three orgasms and broken the bedframe. it’s like an addiction, his hands clinging to regulus’ hips, pulling back to meet his continuously. it’s like he’s stuck in an infinite loop and he doesn’t want to stop. 

regulus lets out a loud moan, his grip tightening on the bedsheets to either side of him when he feels the head of james’ cock hitting so far deep into him. his head drops down until his forehead is pushing into the soft fabric of the pillowcase. 

“that’s it, baby, that’s it. you’re taking me so fucking well.” james praises, groaning out at the same time. rather than speeding up as regulus expects, he slows down and deepens his thrusts even more. each slow drag of james’ thick cock leaving him makes him subconsciously clench down, his body fighting, aching, to keep him buried inside. “look at that, baby.” james coos softly with a snicker, leaning over until his chest is draped over regulus’ back and his lips are grazing the shell of his ear once again. “you’re so tired, so fucked out, but your body just wants more.”

the moan regulus lets out into his pillow is pornographic and embarrassingly needy as he arches his back and shuffles his knees to spread outward a little more. james is right. he always is. 

“james—” regulus breathes his name out heavily, lifting his head up from the pillow. he looks up ahead, watching as the headboard shifts back and forth in front of his face, hitting the wall over and over again with every snap of his hips.

“i know.” james whispers, pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder as he lessens the intensity of his thrusts. the fear gets to his head—fear that regulus will leave him again tonight. it’s why he’s fucking him so damn hard tonight. he says a silent prayer with each thrust, hoping regulus will be too sore to even think about getting out of his bed and going to his apartment. he wants to fuck him so hard that he has to stay. “i know, baby. i just need one more from you.” he rasps against regulus’ smooth skin, straightening up behind him once more, continuing to fuck him. his hands grip onto his hips and his eyes take in regulus’ arched back and reddened ass. just one more, he thinks.

“james—” regulus pants his name again, “you didn’t put another condom on.” regulus feels the rhythm falter, feels james slowing down to a stop inside of him. 

“fuck.” james groans, the palm of his left hand pressed into his eye as he turns his face up to the ceiling. he needs to pull out and put one on if he’s going to finish this. he starts slowly dragging his cock out of regulus, letting him feel every inch of him against his slick walls as he goes. “you were just letting me fuck you raw?” a loud moan escapes from regulus and he buries his face in the pillow again. james freezes with only the head of his cock still sheathed inside. “did you—did you want me to fuck you raw?”

“james—”

“did you?”

 “what would you do if I kept fucking you like this, hm?” he asks, his voice low and deep, letting his hips move forward only inches at a time. regulus can’t help the soft whimpers and gasps, his head now falling on james’ shoulder. “that’s right, you wouldn’t do a damn thing.”

 “this is a bad idea.” regulus points out as he feels half of his length sink into him.

“then why are you letting me do it?” james questions, pulling his hips back and then thrusting them forward again. he goes a little past halfway this time, eliciting a moan from the younger boy. “why’re you letting me fuck you raw? you want me to cum inside you?” he taunts, his grip tightening, “want me to put a baby inside you?”

all regulus can do is moan over and over, not able to speak. he ends up with james’ hand to his front, stroking gently and his other hand held to his throat. james picks up the pace and when regulus doesn’t say anything, he sighs, falling back to sit on his legs, pulling regulus back with him so he sits right down on his throbbing cock. it’s a harsh and violent pull, a scream leaving his throat and james smirks. he knows he should be gentle, knows how hard it is for regulus to take all of him, but this is regulus’ fault after all—he should've said something.

james tongues his cheek, before clicking his teeth against his lips. “fine,” he sighs, loosening his hold on his throat and hips. “get off me and i’ll put a condom on.” james doesn’t move himself, instead letting regulus have the opportunity, but he feels him tighten against his cock, a wetness dripping onto his balls.

regulus hesitates and james sees this. his lips part slightly, waiting on regulus’ legs to give out, for him to fall back on his cock and stay there.

“are you gonna get off, sweetheart?” james mocks, his voice low and smooth in regulus’ ears as he starts running his palms along the sides of his thighs.

“yeah.” regulus says, his voice just short of a whisper.

it catches james by surprise, really, when he feels regulus lower himself on his lap, taking the entirety of his length in one go. his cock twitches inside him, his fingers digging into regulus’ sides, as he struggles to hold in his hold.

“shit, baby.” james pants, his head falling back as his eyes close momentarily, feeling regulus slide himself up and down on him. “i thought you were getting off.”

“i am.”

“fuck, ’m gonna cum.” james huffs out the words out between thrusts, letting his head fall back as he continues to rail regulus into the mattress. he focuses on it, the repetitive thrusts and outward drags of his length against his tight walls, and when he hears his neighbour banging on the wall, he only thrusts harder. he angles his hips just right, relishing in the filthy melody of wet sounds and moans. “fuck, baby.”

“oh god, james!” regulus’ moans are absolutely obscene at this point but neither of them could care less. his orgasm hits him hard, his slick hole convulsing around james’ cock. this pushes james over the edge, “shit,” he moans, smacking down on regulus’ ass once more as his cock shoots thick, hot ropes of cum, coating his walls. slowly, his movements fade until he eventually comes to a complete stop, breathing heavily. 

james looks down, admiring the large red handprints left across regulus’ throat. he grips onto his hips roughly as he keeps him in place while he slowly tries to pull himself out. regulus shudders at the pain, breathing through it. 

“stay here tonight.” james murmurs against his skin, still softly rutting into him.

“against the rules,” regulus mumbles, his voice raspy and hoarse, and james loves it.

“cumming inside you was against the rules too.” james counters, pulling out almost completely before giving one more hard thrust. “so—you’re going to sleep in my bed, full of my cum—” he gives another hard thrust, making sure his load is thoroughly fucked inside. “is that okay with you?”

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Hi I was wondering if you could possibly make a cute regulus oneshot where regulus is just admiring the reader and compliments them in french knowing the reader doesn't understand. I love your posts so much. Hope you have a good day! 🌷🌟

-Regulus Black x reader

{Regulus loves to whisper French endearments to you}

Thank you lovely! 💕 also if there are any mistakes with the French please let me know and I’ll fix it right away, enjoy lovelies! 💕

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Another sigh falls from your lips as you stretch your arms before laying down against the soft picnic blanket, the feeling of the material against your skin only elicits another sigh which in turn makes Regulus let out a breathy chuckle, looking down at you with soft eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asks pushing your hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear, he smiles, an expression overflowing with love. You look up at him, your hand shielding your eyes from the afternoon sun as it casts down against you both, and you notice the way its orangey light dusts against his skin making him glow, just like an angel.

“Yeah, m’just getting a little tired” you whisper, and you watch as he lays down on his front, chin propped up on his elbows. He looks down at you and there’s something in his expression that melts you completely.

He leans down to press a kiss or two against your jaw and then another to the corner of your mouth, smiling into the small peck. Regulus never fails to make you go all giddy, the small touches and his love-filled eyes, that have you hiding your face behind your hands.

You can hear him 'tut' slightly as his fingers wrap around your wrist, the warmth of his hand against yours as he guides them away from your face.

“There we go,” he says with a smile, the sight has your chest blooming with warmth. He leans into you once again before whispering, “Tu es tres jolie” his lips peppering kisses against your face, and you swear your heart is skipping beats.

The words leave his mouth so beautifully and even if you haven’t the slightest idea of what they mean they still seem so heavenly. In all honesty, he could be insulting you, the thought makes you chuckle.

You watch as he frowns slightly, tilting his head with slight confusion. “You could be insulting me, I would never know,” you tell him, Regulus shakes his head, his curls that frame his face bouncing as he does so.

“I would never” he gasps with fake offence, a hand over his heart, “Je t'aime tellement” he whispers, his hand resting on your hips as he lets his head fall against your shoulder.

“I still don’t understand” Your fingers thread through his wind-tussled hair and you can feel him chuckle against you.

“Do you want me to tell you?” He asks, sitting up slightly as he kisses your cheek, you nod with a small ‘Mhm’

He smiles, excitement flashing through his eyes as he pulls you up, both sitting crossed-legged on top of the soft blanket he whispers a quiet ‘Okay’ before he speaks again, “Tu es tres jolie” he says slowly, breaking down the words for you.

And for what you lack in knowledge of the language you make up for with passion, and he stifles his laughter behind his hand, “Hey! Don’t laugh, I’m trying” you tell him with a slight twinge of embarrassment.

“I’m not laughing at you,” he says taking your hands in his, fingers entwined as he rests them on his lap, “Now listen carefully” he tells you as he repeats the words even more slowly.

“Tu es tres jolie” You give him a weary smile and he nods.

“Perfect” he praises you, his thumb smoothing over the bumps of your knuckles, “It means, you are very pretty” he leans forward pressing his lips against yours, your noses bumping slightly with the action, and his gentle words leave you feeling all floaty.

He doesn’t have time to pull away before your arms wrap around his shoulders pulling him back into you as you kiss him, although it doesn’t last too long as you both end up smiling, which makes you both break out in a fit of giggles.

“Teach me more?” You ask, forehead resting against his.

“Of course beautiful,” he says, and he spends a good hour teaching you, enjoying how interested you seem to be. The sun will eventually set, and both you and Regulus pack away your small picnic into a basket before walking back to your quaint little village house, arms linked.

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[ktittycat]

PLEASE do part three of the Regulus one...you are just so good fr.

innocence kink, perv! regulus, praising, creampie, breeding kink

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“This isn’t right…” You say anxiously as Regulus starts to take off your shirt. It had always been a regular occurrence for your best friend to come over, but nowadays it’s been… different. He’s been touching you in ways you didn’t know would make you feel so good.

“Of course this is right, baby,” He whispers as he unclips the back of your bra. His mouth salivates at the sight of your perky boobs. He’d missed your body so much. You cover your body nervously. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I trust you, but—“ You say when he holds up a finger to your mouth. You frown. He gently grabs your arms. You look down to see a bulge poking through his pants.

“Stop hiding, okay? Be a good girl for me,” He sighs. You finally stop hiding yourself, not wanting to disappoint him. He kisses your lips softly and you immediately melt into the kiss. He begins to remove all your clothes now, revealing that pretty pussy he had longed to see ever since that night in your room.

“Such a beautiful, little, virgin pussy,” He smirks, pinching your clit. Your hips twitch as your squeak. “Lay down, darling.”

You lay down on the pillows, legs closed insecurely. Regulus crawls over and forces your legs open harshly. He groans at the sight of your wet pussy waiting for him as he unzips his pants. His cock pops out once he pulls down his boxers, red and angry at the tip. You whimper when the head of his dick teases your virgin folds.

“Reggie…” You mumble and moan quietly. Your legs spread wider every second. “Will it hurt?”

Your best friend chuckles and nods. He grabs his cock and slaps it on your clit. “Just a bit, baby. But it’ll feel good after a little while, trust me.”

He positions his length and slowly pushes in. You gasp, feeling the burn sensation around your pussy. Regulus chokes on his moan as you clench around him. The feeling begins to overwhelm you, and you slap his chest desperately.

“Too much!” You cry. You shake your head, closing your legs quickly. He growls and pushes your thighs back open. He slaps your pussy as if you’re being punished for disobeying him. You cry out. “Reggie, t-too much!”

“Stop acting like a child. I’m barely in yet,” He laughs at you, leaning down to kiss your neck comfortingly. He continues to push his cock in slowly. You whine as your legs begin to spread out instinctively. “There ya’ go, darling. Show me that pretty cunt.”

You moan loudly once he bottoms out, his thrusts slow and coordinated as he hits all your right spots. You gasp, eyes widening when you see his cock bulging through your stomach. He should’ve prepped you with his fingers before, because fuck, you’re squeezing around him.

“So fucking tight for me,” He grunts as his thrusts speed up. His hand moves down to play with your clit. “Perfect pussy, but only for me, yeah?”

You nod as you cry his name loudly. He smirks and holds up your legs so he can find your good spots better. Tears stream down your face, and all the pretty makeup you had put on for Regulus had been smeared.

“You like it?” He whispers in your ear, slapping your ass harshly. He groans and throws his head back when your hole clenches around his hard dick. He bucks his hips at a fast pace, not giving you time to breathe. “Tell me how much you like it, slut. No other cock can make you feel this way, I promise.”

“Reggie! I love it!” You cry loudly. It hurts but it feels so good. You open your eyes to look at Regulus, and the innocent gaze you give him almost makes him cream inside you. He pulls out and you whine, missing the feeling of him inside you. He sits up and grabs your hips, placing you on his lap. You gasp as sink down on him, bouncing your ass desperately.

“Good girl already knows what to do,” Regulus bites his lip, laughing as you fuck yourself on top of him. His length is so much deeper in you this way. He holds your hips and thrusts into you. The feeling is overwhelming. He pinches your nipples. “You want my cum? You’d look so hot pregnant. Everyone would know who fucked those babies into you.”

You nod like the little innocent girl you are, wanting his babies so bad. Your cunt clenches around him as you imagine yourself pregnant with Regulus’ children. He groans loudly as his hips still. His warm semen shoots inside of you, making you cum right after. You moan his name, still creaming around him.

“Reggie…” You whimper, looking into his eyes. He pulls out of you and you sniffle. His finger circles the cum that’s leaking out your pussy, and he pushes it back inside you.

“You were so good for me, darling,” He whispers into your ear, kissing you softly. He slaps your overstimulated cunt once again, rubbing your clit. You jump and let out a small cry. “Don’t let any other man touch you now. You’re not a sweet, little virgin anymore. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” You nod with a pout on your face. He smiles and cleans himself up.

“Want me to run a bath?” He hums, playing with your hair. You nod.

“Can you bathe with me?” You ask shyly, a blush on your face. Regulus smiles, still enjoying the innocence that’s he trying so hard to keep.

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Your best friend says, kissing your cheek as he carries you to the bath.

pt 1, pt 2

masterlist

[my-castles-crumbling]

Show Me

voice - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 825 - Explicit, Minors DNI, trans!Regulus

He'd always been quiet. Maybe it was his nature, maybe it was that past partners had made him feel...self-conscious. But Regulus had always been near-silent when with someone.

He hadn't thought a lot about it. it was a reflex, at this point, to bite down on his arm, or the sheets, or his own tongue, to keep himself quiet. Whenever he betrayed himself and let the smallest moan free, he felt embarassed, and worked even harder to get himself under control.

Until James Potter.

The first time he allowed James into his bed, it had been a very long time coming, after weeks of dancing around each other- flirting, touching, even snogging in bars.

So he was already a but of a wreck when James pushed him into the covers and kissed him roughly. It took everything in him to not groan when the other man ground their hips together, and he bit James's lip to stop himself from crying out when James's knee came to slowly push between his legs, jolts of pleasure shooting through Regulus like fireworks.

He physically bit at his arm, eyes wide, as James pulled off of him a bit and slowly pulled his pants down, long fingers circling around his thighs and tracing up, up, up until they reached his entrance, teasing at the wetness there.

But that was when James stopped, looking at him. "Am I hurting you, love?" he whispered breathlessly, looking confused. "Do you not want me to touch-?"

"No!" Regulus gasped, James stopping was the last thing he wanted. "I mean...no, it doesn't hurt," he murmured, looking into James's eyes. "Why? Have I done something wrong?"

"You..you just..." James tried to explain, gesturing to Regulus's arm, the way it was draped over his face. "You're trying to be quiet."

"I-yes," Regulus nodded, feeling self-conscious. "I...I don't want to be too...too loud...too..."

"No, please do," James breathed, the excitement clear in his voice. "Please...I...I want to hear you."

Regulus squirmed a bit as James's confession moved straight down his body, the heat between his legs growing. "You do? You don't think it's embarrassing, or..?"

"No," James answered softly. "Please. Show me how good it feels, yeah?"

Regulus almost groaned just at the words, with the way he felt himself getting wetter just thinking about them. "A-alright," he nodded.

Lips moved against his clavicle and ghosted across his stomach as James's fingers again twitched over his folds, making him buck his hips just a little. He resisted the urge to again bring his arm to his mouth, to muffle the way his breathing started to increase. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"You're beautiful, Reg," James murmured against his tense stomach, his fingers beginning to tease at Regulus's cock, slowly moving over it, so gently that Regulus wanted to tell him to go fucking faster. "So perfect."

Regulus let out the smallest moan as James's fingers again flicked at him, and he felt himself turn pink.

"There you go, baby. So good for me. Show me how good it feels," James praised, biting at his shoulder and kissing at his neck.

He felt drunk with the praise, the pleasure building up inside him, and when James dipped a finger into him, he let out a loud moan without thinking, the noise piercing through the heady air.

"Yes, love. Louder." James muttered, adding a second finger inside him, curling his fingers upward and making Regulus curse and keen.

"J-James," he heard himself say, and he would've been horrified by his begging if James didn't whisper in his ear.

"Yes, angel. Beg for me."

He had never been so out of his head. He registered the noises he was making as James fucked his fingers into him, but he was so far gone that he didn't even care. The combination of James's kisses on his neck, his fingers pushing deep inside and curling, dragging against spots inside him he didn't know existed, his voice at his ear saying absolutely sinful things- it was otherworldly.

"Jamie," he gasped after a few minutes of torture, of making noises he normally would have turned red to hear let alone make, his fingers gripping into James's hair. "Fuck. Please-I-"

"Scream for me, baby. Then you can come," James murmured, making Regulus turn bright red before sliding smoothly down Regulus's body and using his tongue to tease Regulus's swollen cock.

He wasn't sure how anyone could have not screamed.

I was immediate, the heat and wetness of James's mouth coaxing him over the edge so suddenly that he did scream with it, canting his hips into the other man's eager tongue as he continued to tease and suck Regulus through the best orgasm of his life.

His vision had whited out and he wasn't completely sure where he was for a moment, the floating feeling of pleasure surrounding him as fingers and tongue still moved slowly, bringing him down from the high.

And then James was there next to him, kissing at his shoulders and chest, murmuring to him, "You're perfect, darling."

And he just let himself float for a moment, enjoying the safety and sunshine that was James Potter.

[starlightsuffered]

Brother in Law

Info - brother in law Regulus, innocent reader, inexperienced reader, going to someone for help with horniness, cheating, forbidden sex, dom male, virgin female, unprotected sex, minor breeding kink, fingering, convincing to cum inside raw, arranged marriage, infidelity kink, pet names and praise, sir kink

When I was freshly 18, I’d been arranged into a marriage with Sirius Black. The man was sarcastic, overly jovial, and could be slightly cruel with his “pranks”.

I preferred his younger brother Regulus. Regulus was serious and stoic. I liked how he could be kind in the face of adversity.

However, I also felt odd around Regulus. He made my body do things it had never done. I didn’t know what to make of it. I had always been sheltered, and innocent, but something about Regulus made me want to learn things. I wanted to be more adult around him.

Regulus was engaged to a woman named Aleeda, though it didn’t seem like he was much more pleased than Sirius was with his deal. To my understanding, she was distantly related to the Blacks, as many pure bloods were. She seemed a bit air headed though, all she did was laugh. She didn’t seem to have real opinions and ideas.

One night when Orion and Walburga were gone, Sirius had gotten out the fire whiskey. We’d all been taking shots in the spirit of “getting to know one another better.”

“I dare you,” Sirius had drawled. “To sit on Reggie’s lap.”

I had gotten so heated I felt faint. I was under no conviction that Sirius liked me. Still, I couldn’t imagine why he’d dare me to do this for our game. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but the way Regulus glared at his brother disturbed me. Perhaps, Regulus hated me.

I had stood up as stiffly as I could. I made my way to Regulus. Aleeda just giggled as I sat down. I wiggled a bit to get comfortable. I heard his breath hitch and something grew hard against my bum. I didn’t know what was happening as Regulus became red face and wrapped his arms around me. Once in a while I felt a jerky movement from the man beneath me. It almost felt like a thrust, and the thing would be harder.

I was thinking about that tonight as I laid awake. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t sleep. Something in me needed something. I couldn’t completely put my finger on what.

Regulus had once told me if I needed anything I could come to him. I knew he was sleeping with Aleeda. I had insisted that Sirius and I sleep separately until after the wedding. This was why I was alone and desperate in the early morning hours.

I felt too overwhelmed to do anything else. These desires had been building and I supposed tonight was the night they hit a peak. This wasn’t bad of me right?

I tip toed into his bedroom. I wanted to be careful not to wake Aleeda. She was usually a sound sleeper, but I couldn’t take any chances.

“Reg…. Reg,” I tapped him lightly. He groaned and moved towards me in his sleep. His bleary eyes blinked open and when he realised who it was a smile spread across his tired face.

“Hello baby girl, what can I do for you?” He asked in a low whisper.

“You said I could tell you anything right?” I asked hesitantly. This couldn’t be wrong right? He was Regulus. He protected me, and knew what was best always. It made sense to come to him with this problem.

“Of course angel, tell me,” he said, propping himself up. I felt squirmy at his purred words.

“Look,” I said. I lifted my nightgown. I spread the lips of my privates and showed him the bundle of nerves that was swollen and pulsing. I heard him release a string of curses under his breath.

Something changed in him then. His eyes got darker. He looked like he was tensing all over, restraining himself from…. Something? He took his plump bottom lip in his mouth and bit down. He furrowed his brow and looked up at me.

“W-whats the problem?” He gulped.

“It feels funny,” I whined.

“What made it feel that way baby?” He asked in a husky voice.

“Ummmm I was in the bathroom earlier and I just got this urge to smell your shampoo and deodorant. I was thinking about you and then this happened. It has a heart beat and it’s sensitive.”

“Oh baby,” he crooned. I saw something break in his demeanour. He lifted his hand and I could hardly breathe. Two of his large fingers popped out. Slowly, he pushed them into my sopping entrance. I nearly fell over as the feeling overtook me. My eyes rolled back into my skull.

This felt so good. The wet squelching sound as Regulus pumped his fingers in and out and sometimes curled them. I was stuffing a fist in my mouth to keep keening cries from exiting my lips. I didn’t want to wake Aleeda, then this would all stop. His thumb pad pressed down on my bundle and I jolted. I grabbed at his wrist but I didn’t stop him. It was more to steady myself than anything.

“Fat, juicy, cunt,” I heard my betrothed’s brother whisper, licking his lips. “But still so damned tight.”

“R-Reg?” I stuttered.

“Poor baby, does this help?” He asked me.

“Yes, a lot, it feels so good,” I gasped. He was rolling my bud now and my nipples were hard and poking through my nightgown.

There he was, someone who was marrying someone else, milking my entrance in the moonlight; Right next to his sleeping fiancée. I shuddered.

This was wrong right? But no, it couldn’t be, not when I felt so perfectly full. This couldn’t be cheating when it felt like I was made for those fingers. Although some part of me knew Aleeda would be horrified if she woke up and saw this. I just could equate this feeling of euphoria with anything wrong or bad.

“Reg, is, is this bad?” I asked as he still moved. I watched the muscles flexing in his wrist as he pleasured me.

“No princess, it isn’t bad, just-just don’t tell my brother, or Aleeda . This will be our little secret okay? Why don’t you go to your room and I’ll be there shortly.”

I did as he said, pulling off his digits carefully. I felt empty and lonely without him. He immediately sucked his fingers into his eager mouth. He closed his eyes as if tasting ambrosia from Olympus itself.

I left the room to walk the hall. As I walked I thought about how dark his eyes had become. I thought about how wetness was making my inner thighs slick.

I laid in my bed. I cupped my private part, grinding against my hand ever so often. I just felt this insatiable need. I was utterly desperate to release, I just didn’t know how.

Finally, Regulus came into my room. His presence was comforting to my aching core. He came and sat on my bed. His long fingers ran from the exposed valley between my breasts, to the hood of my vagina. I hummed desperately.

“So, you’re feeling weird baby girl?” He asked.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“You’re so bare,” he commented swiping a thumb over my sex.

“I barely have to shave,” I said self consciously.

“Oh that’s so precious baby,” he commented. He leaned down and kissed my southern lips. I felt a gushing and crossed my legs with a small noise.

“You like when I do that huh?” He asked.

“Y-yes,” I nodded vigorously.

“Regulus,” I said after a few moments of him caressing me, running his fingers up and down my body.

“Yes princess,” he crooned. He cupped my face with his large hand.

“Maybe, well maybe you could put it in?” I asked. A smirk unfurled across his face. He took my hand and began to kiss the tip of every finger.

“Put what in sweetheart?” He asked.

“Your, um, well, your c-c-c-“

“Baby, you can say it. I give you permission to use the nasty word,” he allowed.

“Your cock, i-inside my pussy?” I finished pathetically.

“Yeah? You think that would help?” He asked. I saw the bulge in his boxers. I wanted him to take out that thick, hairy, veiny member I’d spied once while he was pissing.

“It isn’t bad Regulus!” I said, bolting up and cupping his face. I searched his eyes for some sign he thought I was a pervert. He didn’t seem ashamed.

“No?”

“No!” I said hastily. You’d just be filling me up so I can relax a little. You don’t even need to move. It wouldn’t even really be sex. Sirius would know it’s okay too. He would want you to do anything you could to help me.”

“I think you’re right, just putting it in can’t hurt,” he said gently.

He pushed me back. He slowly removed my nightgown so I was bare in front of him. I turned my head away blushing. He softly moved my jaw so I was facing him again. He dipped his head and pressed a chaste kiss to both peaked nipples. I squirmed again, I let out a frustrated breath. I needed filled so badly.

He got out his massive length. I felt my wetness increase with the sight. I licked my lips. He put his leaky tip at my needy entrance.

Slowly, slowly, he moved. He pushed inside me. I grabbed his bicep with a whine. The stretch was satisfying but a bit painful.

“Reg!” I cried.

“Princess, am I too big?”

“N-no Reg, I want it, in fact I need it,” I told him.

“Good girl,” he praised me.

“I’m gonna go balls deep okay? Is your pussy okay with that?”

“Yes sir,” I agreed.

He grunted in a way that sounded so lewd as he went as far as he could. His balls rested on my ass, I felt amazingly full. I’d never felt so satisfied in my life. I half expected a bulge to show in stomach he was so big.

“Regulus it feels great,” I admitted.

“That’s my girl, you know I’ll always take care of you,” he promised.

“Ohhhhh,” I whined. I wiggled on his cock, feeling as though I was completely impaled.

“Baby, I’m not going to be so good and nice anymore if you keep moving like that,” He warned.

“I-I can’t help it. I’m so full and my clitty is aching,” I complained.

“Awww baby, I know that’s why cunny needs so much attention from me,” he said sweetly. I melted. I wanted him so bad. I didn’t care if it was wrong or nasty or something Aleeda wouldn’t want. I wanted it, I needed it, if it was the only dream come true I got for the rest of my life I’d take it because I was so wet it was dripping down my own brother in laws dick.

“C-can I swear sir?” I asked sheepishly.

“If you absolutely need to baby,” he said calmly.

“Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck I want you to fucking ram me full. I’m so desperate for you to do nasty things with me.”

There was a long silence. I felt bad. I writhed on his dick again, knowing I’d never be fulfilled until he moved. But I think I’d scared him. The look on his face was dangerous.

Then he started.

He held my hands above my head began to snap into me wildly. He was grunting and groaning as his thick cock was baptised in my slick over and over as he plunged into my wet depths.

“Fucking good little girl for me aren’t you,” he gasped.

“Yes sir,”I whined. “Oh Regulus you feel so good. Oh, oh, oh, I’ve never felt this good. You’re soooo big!”

“That’s it princess, tell me all your nasty feelings. You didn’t just want me to put my cock inside you, you wanted me to fuck you raw. You wanted me to help soothe that ache between your legs.”

He was giving it his all. He was so much bigger than me. He was so long and thick in all the tight places. I was barely holding on to sanity as he snapped his hips. I was making all sorts of submissive and desperate noises. He was fucking squeaks and squeals out of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held onto the hair at the nape of his neck for dear life.

I sounded like I was driving over a bumpy road. “Uh, uh, uh, uh.” It echoed in my pink bedroom. I was nearly choking on pleading whimpers.

“Please, never stop, I’m addicted. I want your dick all the time. I can’t believe we’ve never done this. Oh please. I can’t handle it. This is the best feeling in the world!”

A gorgeous smirk covered his face as he rutted into me with all his might and strength. I was speechless now from how gorgeous he was. He was who I was meant for. I hoped he’d had a hand in choosing who was to be betrothed to his brother. Just to do this. To fuck his bother’s property within an inch of my life.

“That poor cunny needed this huh?” He crooned. “You needed big thick cock to stretch you out. Poor baby, holding her pussy, and touching her clitty with no release. You just let me take care of it all princess. I’ll make you squirt on my cock if it’s the last thing I do.”

“R-Regulus” I hiccuped from the deep thrusts. “W-will Aleeda b-be mad?” I asked as he moved me across the bed with the eagerness of his hips. He placed a hand on top of my head so it didn’t bash against the wall. It didn’t stop him from continuing to absolutely demolish my pussy though.

“We don’t need to tell Aleeda that your brother in law put his cock in your princes parts,” he murmured delicately in my ear.

My eyes rolled back into my head at the words. He stuck his thumb in my mouth and I sucked for all it was worth. I imagined it was his cock and I was a content baby girl being fed the dick I loved so much. I didn’t think I’d ever want another. This was perfection.

“You love my cock don’t you baby girl? You want it so bad, and from your own brother in law,” he whispered to me.

“Oh damn, you treat your baby girl so well. Please tell me you wanted this, please tell me you like my pussy,” I whined. I was so needy for his approval.

“Yes baby, I want you like crazy. I wanted to stretch your little baby girl cunt out every time I went inside Aleeda . I couldn’t get hard for her. All I think about is my precious little sister in law.”

“Oh Reg, Reg, Reg, can I eat your cum every morning? I wanna guzzle it down. Please let your princess have your cum I think it would taste better than anything. Don’t give it to Aleeda, give it to me. I’ll always take it happily. I could even be sleeping Regulus just push your cock in and let your daughter take your fat load with all those eager semen churning inside me.”

“Fuck baby! You wanted this so badly!” He growled. He began to suck on my nipples. He was lapping and suckling.

“Is it so bad for a brother in law to want the ripe, fertile, unused, hairless pussy of a sweet girl. I deserve to taste those perky jiggling breasts. You wanted me so I own you. You’re completely mine now.”

“Oh Regulus, cunny feels funny, imma-“

“That’s it baby, let it out,” he encouraged as his cock just twitched and throbbed over and over. His huge adult balls slapped me as he continued to fuck into me.

“I can let go?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“Yeah,” he groaned.

“On your cock? On my brother in law’s big cock?” I asked now.

“Oh fuck me, you better do it soon or I’m gonna lose it inside this underage cunt,” he growled.

“Yes sir,” I nodded almost hysterically. I was thrusting up to meet him now. I couldn’t stay still even for a moment. My legs flailed and I whimpered. I thought about how my own brother in law was balls deep inside me. I thought about how horrified and jealous Aleeda would be.

The feeling of fullness overwhelmed me then. I was gasping and whinging. I arched upwards as slick spurted from me. I felt pleasure all over even in my fucking teeth as I came undone completely.

“That’s my girl, I knew you could,” he praised me. “I bet that’s your first one ever too. You cunt feels so good fluttering around my dick. You’re doing so well.”

“Oh Reggggggg,” I moaned.

“Alright angel, I’m gonna pull out now. I can’t take it anymore,” he told me.

“No please!” I begged. “Cum inside me.”

“Baby,” he moaned. He really wanted to and I could tell.

��It’s so wrong Angel. What if you got all knocked up?” He asked rubbing my belly possessively.

“Would that be so bad, then I could be with you always,” I said with doe eyes.

“Fuck, baby, you’re tempting,” he said with a particularly hard thrust. His balls were so full and I wanted him to use me as relief.

“It’s not bad Reg, you’ve tried so hard to stay away from me,” I promised him, holding his face. “You have wanked and fucked Aleeda and have done everything that you could. You’ve earned it. Cum inside your baby girl. Let my princess parts feel the creamy load of a man.”

“FUCK!” He nearly roared. He moved even faster and finally he let out a deep groan and I was filled with sticky gooey perfection. I felt like I was drunk on the goodness of the huge load. I was smiling goofily as he fucked it deeper. I sighed in contentment, rubbing my stomach. I hoped my womb had gotten every single drop.

“I hope I get pregnant Regulus,” I said to him as he pulled out his coated cock. Strings of semen connected my pussy and my dad’s perfect dick. I beamed happily, I was finally, finally satiated. All along I’d just needed my Brother in laws cock.

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[curseofaphrodite]

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎; where you, the Hogwarts Newsletter editor, wrote a less-than-praising piece about Gryffindors losing the recent match.

— ------------------ — ------------------ —

"She's a Slytherin too, of course! Makes the perfect sense!"

James threw tantrums daily, so Remus wondered if he should be especially distraught when his best friend started kicking his study table in frustration.

"Who?"

"Y/N bloody L/N, that's who!" His voice turned high pitched, trying to hide his pain from kicking the desk. "Marlene just told me she's a Slytherin!"

"Why's that name familiar?" Remus put down his book, and James saw Sirius Black's head resting on his lap. His eyes were closed, but it was obvious he was awake and listening.

"L/N is the editor of Hogwarts Newsletter. She's the one who wrote all those nasty articles about me."

"You mean about your whole team."

"Throwing shots at them is throwing shots at me personally! She has no right—"

"Technically, she does have to report on matches."

"Oh shut up, Moony."

"I thought the articles were pretty good," Sirius whispered, nuzzling closer to his boyfriend's touch. Remus had absently started playing with his hair.

James let out a sharp gasp, as if his best friend stabbed him in the back.

"...from a writer's standpoint, of course," Sirius added quickly.

"I'm getting new best mates!" James put his hands up in frustration and stormed out of the room.

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You were walking back into the castle with your friends when you saw a disheveled boy in Gryffindor robes and slightly tilted glasses make his way out. He was looking behind him as he walked, so it was hardly a surprise when he collided with you.

"Merlin, watch where you're going," he said, looking at the splatter of your books on the ground.

You scoffed. "You're the one who crashed into me, you buffoon!"

Despite his rude comment, he had bent down to pick up your books. He took them all... angrily? It was obvious he was just in an outburst of sorts.

"I can get them—"

"I'm done, I'm done," he interrupted, standing up with a badly arranged pile. He sounded less frustrated than before, but he gasped immediately on seeing one of your books... or specifically, your name on it.

"YOU'RE Y/N L/N?" He yelled in pure surprise.

"Uh, yes?"

He stared at you in utter bafflement for a good five seconds.

"GREAT!" He shoved the books in your hands like they were burning his skin. "Just perfect. Of course, it had to be someone bloody gorgeous! OF COURSE!"

With that, he stormed off, for the second time that day.

"Uhm, who the hell was that?" you asked your friends in confusion.

"I think he's in that trouble-making Gryffindor gang. The one with Regulus's brother."

"Oh right, he looks familiar from the matches," you said, turning back. James was walking into the distance, kicking rocks and yelling at himself. "Why's he so dramatic?"

"Oh trust me, you don't know the half of it." A red-haired girl muttered, walking past you without another word.

Gryffindors are being weird today, you decided, shrugging it all off.

As you and your friends moved on, you were oblivious to the newsletters circulating twenty times more than usual, everyone giggling especially at the Quidditch section.

You didn't know it right then, but you had unknowingly become a Slytherin celebrity overnight, all because you humbled James Potter — a feat everyone in your house had always wanted to achieve.

[hauntedwitch04]

Thank you

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Warnings: smut, and some fuff

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DAY 9: Somnophilia

"Praise Merlin, how can he be so cool even when he's sleeping?" You ask yourself, rightly, as you watch your sleeping boyfriend, drooling on his pillow. Although the scene in front of you isn't that sexy, you can't help but feel your panties getting wet from wanting to feel Reggy inside you.

You have already taken off your heels and have few layers left on, only the dress you had on to go out with the girls this evening to the pub, and underwear. You weren't very sure about going out this evening, but Regulus insisted that you wouldn't be scared off by the occasion and to enjoy an evening with your friends. Just that gesture alone was actually enough to make you fall on your knees before him, and give him the most beautiful orgasm he had ever experienced just with the use of your lips and tongue, but you promised yourself to thank him after the evening, or you would ruin the trick.

Now, as soon as you got home, after your friends had helped you after the larger-than-usual amount of alcohol they had made you drink, to relax you after the intense weeks you had been through, you want nothing more than to feel Regulus' body on yours, or rather inside you.

You also take off the last remaining clothes on you and slip under the covers. Before lowering yourself to his waist level, you give him a light kiss on the forehead, but immediately regret your action, for fear of waking him up.

Slowly you lower yourself down to the height of what you have been longing for for hours now, while with your mouth you leave a trail of hot kisses all along his body. Gently you slip off his boxers, the only garment Reggy usually sleeps in. Immediately in front of you appears the object of your desire. You never really got used to Regulus' dick. You had been with other guys before him, but none could match him in size or thickness.

Once you have her member in front of you, you begin to stroke it gently, soon getting it hard. You leave a few kisses on the tip, then take it between your lips and bob your head up and down. Your boyfriend has no reaction at first, only after a few minutes do you hear him moan faintly, so you look up and see that he is still immersed in dreamland, however. You continue pleasuring him, adding not only the movement with your mouth but also that of your tongue, even helping yourself with your hand, since you couldn't get it all in your mouth.

You feel him waking up when you now know he is about to orgasm. You feel him rest his hand on your head, so you look up one more time and see his still sleepy blue eyes looking at you confused, but full of passion.

"Love what are you doing?" Regulus asks you between moans, without stopping though. You do not answer until you feel him explode inside your mouth and send down all his seed, which he had released. Once your mouth was clear again, you answer him, while still staring into his eyes.

"I wanted to thank you for convincing me to go out with my friends, we had a really good time." You say giggling, before adjusting your boxers where they were before and throwing yourself into his arms.

"You didn't have to do that love, I only did it because I wanted you to have a good evening with them." He comments, as he pulls you into his arms, even tighter, and kisses you on the forehead.

"But I wanted to." You retort, already with your voice a bit slurred by alcohol and sleep, you can't help but slowly fall asleep.

"Good night baby." He whispers in your ear, watching you slowly fall into the arms of Morpheus.

"'Night Reggy." You answer before you go completely unconscious.

"Prepare to be awakened with a surprise tomorrow morning." He whispers in your ear, before also falling asleep, with a smile on his lips, squeezing your waist even tighter.

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[hearts4court]

What it’s like dating The Marauders + Regulus Black!!

18++ Minors DNI!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!

characters: James F. Potter, Sirius O. Black, Remus J. Lupin and, Regulus A. Black.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of the black family, kissing. lemme know if i missed anything, Fem! reader^^

Authors note: Hey hey my lovelies!! So this idea came to me when i was scrolling on pinterest and i saw a picture of a couple and it made me sad because i’m single as a dollar. BUT, i decided to share my idea with the class. Voldemort does not exist in this AU, but magic does!

James F. Potter:

Y’all are known as the “Goofy” couple. Y’all are always doing stupid things together, and overall y’all are just the cutest and funniest couple. Sometimes you too will skip your classes to make out in his dorm or to have sex. He’s AMAZING at giving head. You’ll take his glasses off his face and wear them, and it probably turns him on, ngl. Or he takes polaroids of you to save for his little scrapbook he made of y’all, for all of y’all’s memories. yes i said it. fight me. He’s such a praiser, whether it’s giving it or receiving it. he doesn’t care. “Does that feel good, baby? does my pretty girl like that?” he praises you as he thrusts into you. “always such a good girl for me.” he groans. “J-Jamie! fuck.. feels so good!” you moan, digging your nails into his shoulder, that causes him to chuckle

<3

Sirius O. Black:

omfg. Y’all are literally the hottest couple at Hogwarts. Nobody can decide if they wanna be you, or Sirius, or if they wanna be with both of y’all. You two sit together in every single class y’all have together, and his hand is always on your thigh no matter where y’all are. he really couldn’t give a flying fuck. You’re always on his lap, and his arms are always wrapped around you pulling you closer to him. He’s always kissing your neck and leaving hickeys to show you off, which sometimes he gets detention for, for inappropriate behavior. he’s such a rough! dom, when it comes to sex but he’s also a soft!dom at the same time? He will degrade the hell out of you but also praise you at the same time. “Look at you.. drooling and screaming my name.. ya look s’pretty like this.” Sirius coos as he rams into you from behind. “My dumb little slut.” he breathes against your neck. “F-fucking hell.. Siri please go faster- i’ll be good.. p-promise!” you whimper causing him to smirk and speed up. “i know baby.. such a good girl for me.”

:)

Remus J. Lupin:

Oh he’s such a sweetheart. Y’all are Hogwarts’s Cutest couple. If they’re was a Cutest couple of the year contest, y’all would win every time. He loves to read to you, and you take care of him after full moons when he comes back into the castle, like taking care of his wounds, helping him clean himself up, etc. “Are you alright, Remmy?” you coo in worry, running a warm cloth against his forehead and his cheeks.”M’alright, dove.” he mumbled, taking a sip of his water weakly. Y’all love to do study dates, then you two go back to his dorm and do skincare together. :( His kisses are so soft no matter what y’all are doing, and he loves praising you. “Good job on your exam, baby.” he smiles, kissing your head gently. He’s SUCH a soft! Dom. “look at ya.. taking me s’well..c’mon princess… you can a little more.” he says into your ear in a soft tone. “Mm! f-feels so good Remmy!” you whimper, biting your lip slightly. He 100% whispers book lines into your ear. My man is literally William Shakespeare.

Rizzmus Lupin<3

Regulus A. Black:

Reggie:( Oh poor Reg, he never thought anyone would ever love him because of his family, but your just an angel from above, aren’t you? Tbh, people are scared of Regulus so they don’t really give talk about you two. While he studies your always either laying or sitting on his lap. More sitting then laying. All you ever does is complain, and he hates it. “Why are you so harsh on people, Reggie?” you ask in a sweet voice, running your fingers through his curly hair. “I don’t do it on purpose y’know.” he grumbled looking up from his book, before looking back at it, as he leans into you. You shake your head before continuing to play with his hair. Just like his brother, he’s a rough! Dom, and loves to degrade you. Now, All you ever do is complain. Whether it’s about students, teachers, work, yourself, all you ever do upset reggie with your complaining. And every time he shuts you up. “You just don’t know how to shut up, do you?” He says, grabbing onto your hair hard, pulling your head back.”M’sorry!” you cry, which is more like a moan then a cry, continuing to bounce on him, and move your hips in a circular motion.”Yeah, yeah. But since you wanna be a little bitch and complain so bloody much.. i’m not letting you cum.” he whispers in your ear, pulling you off him, as a punishment for pissing him off.

UGH. i want him to ruin me.

[liasadventuretime]

PART 4 WHEN????

˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 4

⁀➷  part four : I WANTED TO.

notes : hi y’all !! sorry for the long wait but here pt. 4 ! just know that i decided to end the fic with the next part, so enjoy it while y’all can. i have to say i had no idea of what to write at the beginning but here we are ! enjoy, and remember to leave a like ;)

warnings : SMUT ( slapping, biting, marking, angry sex, thigh riding, throat fucking, dacryphilia, switch couple, thighs praise, praise mixed with degradation, lots of petnames, bondage, p in v, oral sex ( both m and f ), neteyam x reader with slight ao’nung x reader, arguing, screaming, starving, lots of crying. LOTS.

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the guilt was quite literally eating you alive. you were so ashamed you couldn’t even look in jake’s or neytiri’s eyes knowing that there was a slight chance neteyam told them everything.

you haven’t eaten, you haven’t got up from your bed, if it wasn’t for training or going to the toilet. the people looking at you and the teens whispering and gossiping about you was too much to handle at the moment. and even though your stomach was the emptiest it had ever been, you still felt as if there was some kind of heavy rumbling in it. how did you even get in such a situation ? how could it happen, why would it happen ?

not only know ao’nung was going to be mad at you, but neteyam didn’t even dare to look at you.

he couldn’t have cared less. which was probably the thing that hurt you the most. he was so done with you, he didn’t care anymore. he felt like you always looked for him like he was God, but only when you were ashes. he didn’t even know what to think, he just didn’t... think.

he filled his days with anything to try and get the image of you and ao’nung out of his head, only to find his eyes filled with tears in the night, which made him even more frustrated. he was quite frankly grateful that he actually saw what was happening in the tent.

it’s almost as if the universe was trying to protect him, because what were the chances of him going to confess to you and finding you being held up by ao’nung to do Eywa knows that ?

he still had this weird feeling in his heart, like the actual organ was hurting. seeing you with him was like a belt whipping him right in the eyes. his soul left his body. he doesn’t want to think about it anymore, seeing it right in front of his eyes was way more than enough.

he still asked himself. how could you not feel guilty ? how could you go on with your life so... easily ? how could you not care ? he lost his soul to a woman so heartless.

because in his eyes that’s what you were. a heartless and not trustworthy person.

maybe you could go on with your life, but he just couldn’t. out of the two of you, he definitely was the one that fell the hardest. he just wanted to crumble into a ball and stop existing. what hurt him the most was having to tell what happened to lo’ak. who had so much trust in him. who always tried to get him to at least hint something, even though he made fun of him all the time for having this obsession because of you. lo’ak looked so confused ?? had you been lying to him this whole time ?

about how much neteyam makes you happy and how you wanted to see if he actually was the one ? do the times, where he had to go away because of how the way you lustfully were talking about his brother made him kind of uncomfortable, even matter ? he also knew that he had to tell his parents. things were going to get awkward. or maybe he could just ignore it and act like nothing happened while his insides were eating each other up because of how much you hurt him.

“hey” you opened your eyes. that wasn’t neteyam. you felt your body getting rigid, trying to act like you were still asleep. “i know you’re awake.” lo’ak said, in the saddest voice he could possibly make. you mentally sighed. you still didn’t face him, because you know that he knows. he always knows everything.

you sighed, feeling bad, and at least wanting to not hurt another sully. you positioned your elbows to get yourself up, barely having any energy to even keep your eyes open.

you saw him standing right in front of your, kneeling to sit down with you, with his legs crossed.

“are you coming to dinner ?” he asked searching for your gaze, as you kept it low. the shame was too much, he was avoiding the matter but you know he came to talk to you about that.

“i’m not hungry” you waited for a reaction from him, because you weren’t even sure you spoke or if it was just a thought. the phrase almost sounding like a whisper.

lying ass bitch, lo’ak thought to himself. he noticed that you haven’t eaten anything for days now.

he was worried, like actually worried but what could he do if you didn’t want to get help. he decided to just try and figure out the situation as soon as possible or you would’ve died from starving and neteyam’s organs would’ve actually started to eat each other up.

but what could he now do ? start a random conversation and randomly talk about the way you and his brother have been eating each other’s souls ? he just wanted to get to the point, you two beat around the bush enough.

“just...” he started the sentence, trying to get to the point, catching your attention but still keeping your head low, not being able to make eye contact with him.

“... why would you do that ? what was the genuine need ?” he finished, waiting for an answer.

he still didn’t know what answer he was expecting, he was hoping for something, anything, that could force him to try and act like it was reasonable. he just didn’t want to admit you were wrong in this situation. you obviously were both wrong, but it usually always was neteyam trying to catch your attention by teasing you, but since when did you start teasing him back ? he couldn’t ask you to not do it, because it would’ve been unfair, but still why now ?

“were you trying to make him jealous ?” he suggested, but still not getting any word out of you. he felt tears chocking his eyes, hurting him to see the people he loves the most acting like this.

he was trying so hard to try to see it from your point of view, try and see if there was a good reason. he tried so hard, but he just had to accept that you were wrong. knuckle deep wrong.

“i don’t know” you answered after a bit. this time you actually did have no idea.

your answer obviously disappointed him. the ( y/n ) he knows would never do such thing without a good reason. you started making his blood boil.

‘lo’ak, stop beating around the bush.’

“just know, that if i had to choose between you and neteyam, 

i wouldn’t choose you.

that’s my brother’s feelings and reputation you’re playing with.

i love you, but be careful ( y/n ).”

you suddenly shut your eyes closed, still gazed towards the floor. your heart fell, tears threatening to stream down your cheeks. god, you really didn’t want this right now.

he got to you, feeling the coldness of your body, hugging you only to stand up and get to the entrance to leave. he could barely talk. no actually, he talked more than enough. if pride was all you both cared about, then let it be. he was hurt too. and you knew it. you could see it in his eyes.

“your brother never cared about me, why am i the villain ?” you said, teeth thigh, jaw tense. you were so fucking tired. why was everyone acting like you cheated on him ?

lo’ak suddenly stopped, slowly looking back at you. what the fuck were you talking about ? don’t you realise he’s acting the way he does because he cares way too much for someone that doesn’t deserve an ounce of attention ? don’t you realise that at the end of the day, you’re not really family ? don’t you understand that you’ve never been a choice in the first place ?

lo’ak blinked twice, taken back from those thoughts he just had. was that what he really thinked ? he didn’t actually think that. but it was the truth none of you could deny.

your voice distracted him from his thoughts, you continued. “when he was playing with aliyah all the goddamn time, has someone ONCE TRIED TO CHECK ON ME ?” you screamed, feeling the tears chocking your neck.

lo’ak was almost surprised, suddenly feeling tiny. you weren’t used to getting like actually mad, but the few times you did, lo’ak felt goosebumps everywhere. when you get angry, you’re not you.

“HAS ANYONE LOOKED AT HIM LIKE HE WAS A FUCKING SLUT AFTER ALL HE’S DONE ? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW PEOPLE LOOK AT ME NOW BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING BROTHER ?” was that how things were ? hm ? you’re the whore right ? you’re the cheater ? what does that fucker ever get told for fucking aliyah till she’s dumb and now acting like he could even give a shit about you ? was he just expecting from you to be always there for him while he does anything he wants ?

you screamed as you started sobbing uncontrollably, not being able to hold everything inside of you. it was too much. the stares, the gossips, the disappointed looks, not being able to see jake or neytiri.

way too much.

you cried and cried, feeling your chest get heavy with every breath, not being embarrassed one bit about crying in front of lo’ak. you couldn’t care less. he rapidly reached you holding you in his arms. you grasped him, head on his lap his hands caressing you. he tried to hush you and calm you down, stroking his hand on your cheek, peppering your hair with kissed. you loved lo’ak more than you could ever love yourself. that’s why his words hurt you so much.

if you ever had to choose between lo’ak and neteyam,

you would have chosen lo’ak.

you know that part of his decision, was because neteyam was his biological brother, while you were some orphan they decided to basically adopt. you didn’t fit anywhere. kiri fit so well with the others, while you just couldn’t. as much as neytiri and jake tried so hard to make you feel like family, you always felt like a guest. like someone who was just a useless weight.

but how could you blame him ?

you couldn’t and you didn’t want you.

you calmed down, his hands never leaving your face, wiping away the tears from your eyes.

“i’m so sorry about all of this.” he said placing a kiss on your forehead, straddling his hand up and down your neck. he knew how to comfort you so well. you were so grateful for him.

you couldn’t ask for a better bestfriend, and brother.

“but you have to make things right, i know it hurts to hear this but it is kind of your fault.” he could feel your heart falling, and body getting heavier. you knew it too. as much as you would like to say you would have not, you probably would’ve never looked at ao’nung in the first place if you ad neteyam were together.

“doesn’t mean you can’t at least try.” he said, trying to make things a bit easier for you. he held your face tightly making you face him. he looked at you for a moment.

eyes sparkly and puffy because of all the crying. lips plump and fragile, face warm.

eyes. your eyes where so so so desperate. fuck.

he hesitated, asking himself if it was going to be weird.

then lightly kissed you on the lips, so delicately as if you could break at any moment. you gasped, not expecting it. your body stiff.

you definitely didn’t expect it, lo’ak’s lips pressed against yours. but you couldn’t do anything. you didn’t kiss him back you just stayed... there. you wanted another’s person lips on yours, you wanted another person comforting you and holding you.

that was the best kiss someone had ever given you in the most platonic way, but it still didn’t feel quite right.

“you have to talk to him.” he said one last time. he positioned your head on his chest, still caressing your head. you could feel his heart thud as fast as it could. you saw lo’ak’s soul from his eyes, so deep so loving and so caring. this guy is going to get so hurt, his soul so full of love and compassion.

he kissed your eyes one last time, and got up to leave. leaving you empty and cold again.

neteyam couldn’t feel his chest anymore, almost vomiting. his head leaned on the wall sobbing uncontrollably, screaming and crying in pain. he held his heart, hurting too much.

neytiri heard everything. she has been hearing everything, since the situation happened.

she waited for someone to explain, but tuk didn’t even wait a second to tell her everything after noticing you didn’t come for breakfast, lunch and dinner as you usually would.

she walked in the tent, preparing herself for whatever she was going to see. but her heart broke and shattered when she saw in what conditions he was reduced to. her poor poor neteyam.

“oh ma neteyam.” she said looking at him, curled in a ball on his bed. tears wetting his pillow.

“mom.” he said looking at her, while she was kneeling down to meet his gaze, hugging him as tightly as she could. neteyam just melting over her, too tired to even try to breathe, asking himself if it was even worth it.

but mom. yes, he said mom. not mother. mom.

“what happened ?” even though she already knew everything, she wanted to know what he knew. what was hurting her poor baby ?

“she was with ao’nung, mom. i lost her. i was too late.” her heart sinked. he pleaded and cried while neytiri held his head petting it almost, while he hugged her waist, positioning his head on her chest.

“i took too much time, mom. i didn’t realise half the village-” he stopped, crying harder than he has ever had, letting sobs just flow out of him like it was nothing.

“i didn’t realise half the village saw her as beautiful as i did. i was so dumb mom. i’m sorry mom. i lost her. i lost her mom. i lost her. dad was waiting so patiently for me to do something.” he coughed and cried. neytiri felt tears flow out of her eyes carefully.

she didn’t know how to comfort him. she was so so so convinced you entered their lives for him.

that Eywa sent you for him, to heal him, to help him. but you were the reason he now needed to be healed and helped. she didn’t know what to think. she didn’t know what to say. so she just said nothing.

neteyam’s tears dried, still letting a sob or two out, but finally calming down. breathing slowly, eyes about to give up. “i lost her mom.” he whispered one last time before falling asleep, neytiri still holding him tightly.

while reading a book, you noticed someone getting in your tent. jake. dad. “hi kiddo” he said, with a smile printed on his face.

jake was the best dad you could’ve ever asked for. he was the most genuine person ever. you loved jake as if he was your biological father. the only one that actually treated you like one of them. always insisting on calling yourself ( y/n ) sully. because you were a sully.

“hi dad.” you said quietly. was he here to talk to you about neteyam ? neytiri definitely already told him, there was no way he didn’t know.

“how are you doing ?” he said, sitting right next to you an arm on your shoulders, his hand hugging your arm tightly. oh how you loved this man.

“meh.” you said looking down, only to be met with the book you were reading, well not really reading since you couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to say to neteyam. lo’ak’s words had a really big impact on you. you wanted to say you’re sorry. you really did.

jake stayed silent for a few seconds, feeling your tiredness, making him sad. he decided.

“come, we’re having dinner” he said, trying to make you realise that you were going to eat one way or another. it wasn’t an offer, it was a reminder, a promise. you were coming to dinner.

“dad...” you said leaning your head on his arm, trying to find the words to explain everything without explaining anything. you didn’t want to explain anything. but dad was different.

“c’mon.” he said getting up, putting his arms under your armpits, holding you up. you kissed the ground with your feet, but you were still very very tired. you could barely hold yourself up. you got out of the tent, walking to neytiri’s and jake’s tent. you missed it so much. but you stil didn’t know if you were ready to see everyone.

jake being happy he convinced you to come to eat. he got in the tent, greeting everyone.

“hey kids.” he said, placing a kiss on neytiri’s cheek, noticing neteyam in the corner waiting for his meal, lo’ak talking to him about something, and tuk and kiri playing together.

“hey dad” they all said collectively, knowing that it was time to eat. you entered the tent, and immediately wishing you didn’t all. silence dominated the room.

all eyes fell on you. lo’ak almost being surprised, a confused expression on his face. but kiri was probably even more confused than him. neytiri had a light smile on her face, only for it to dissipate as soon as she saw neteyam’s ears getting up but his head still held down.

you felt so so so tiny and so so naked. this was so embarrassing. he wasn’t playing about pretending you didn’t exist.

“( y/n ) !!” tuk said, running to hug you. everyone relaxed, not even realising they were tense, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“come sit down, ( y/n ). you must be hungry” neytiri said hugging you too. oh how you loved this woman. you talked with tuk a bit, but when you had to sit down you realised that the only place left was near lo’ak.

and neteyam.

you acted as casually as you could, and sat next to him. sorry, i mean them.

neytiri gave you a plate full of food with a smile sticked to her face, and you almost cried. she was the best chef in the whole world. you really did love her so much.

you and neteyam both ate while the others were talking.

this was the same exact meal that you spoon fed him a long time ago, you both noticed it but said nothing. neytiri cooked it hoping the two of you could realise it, since she watched that scene unfold in front of her eyes, and couldn’t hold back from smiling at the way neteyam was so nervous to eat off your spoon.

jake and neytiri were so happy, the tension between y’all was back. everything went pretty well, all of your enjoying your meals. until neteyam decided to talk.

“i saw ao’nung earlier.” he said, still eating normally like he just didn’t drop the most out of place phrase in the world. what was the need ? god this man.

your body went rigid, something he noticed too. he smiled, knowing he got you exactly where he wanted. you knew he was talking to you. everyone in the room went silent, jake looking angrily at neteyam, a disappoined look on neytiri’s face. you didn’t want to get angry in front of any of them, so if he was going to act like nothing, who were you to ruin his game ?

“oh really, how is he doing ?” you asked in a pretty casual but happy tone. you could feel neteyam’s blood boil with jealousy. he was so jealous all the time. and you loved it. this man deserves no fucking apology, if no one was in the room you would’ve probably smacked him.

neytiri should’ve beat him when was younger. he was right. he couldn’t live without you, but you could live without him.

jake looked at you with a proud grin. knowing how much you wanted to cuss him out, but you didn’t.

“he’s doing well.” “oh, great ! i’ll go see him later.”

this actually catched neteyam’s attention, making his eyes travel to your face. his face was stone cold filled with jealousy. you smiled at him innocently.

whatever he could do, you could do better. you were such a fucking bitch, but oh how he loved it.

“okay, dinner’s done, you can go back to your activities.” you all stood up, placing the dishes on the table.

“oh, ( y/n ) and neteyam, come here for a second.” jake said. you froze, not knowing what jake had on his mind scares you. you locked eyes with neteyam, him almost trying to ask his question without saying anything. you walked in front of jake, neteyam by your side. jake looked for some reassurance in neytiri’s face, who smiled lightly at him. “we know what happened. there’s no denying it.”

your heart stopped for a second. neteyam’s eyes, wide open. that was the last thing he thought would ever come out of his father’s mouth. how embarrassing it was to know your dad knows that you’re sad because you didn’t get chosen by the girl you liked. damn.

“so we decided to give you a bit of space, to try and talk it out. me and your mother are going to a village meeting hosted by tonowary and ronal, we won’t be back soon, so take your time, but if you two don’t make peace, you’ll both be grounded. no more going out for you, ( y/n ). no more trainings for you, neteyam.” my damn lord. now neteyam was going to be even more mad at you.

“what ?! dad are you kidding me ?” he said, brows furrowed, and angry expression tattooed on his face. you didn’t say anything, jake had already been too kind to invite you over for dinner and not beat the shit out of you.

“you can’t do this to me dad ! what about all of my friends ?” he yelled.

“family is more important. sully’s stick together.” he replied. neteyam didn’t clap back, becuase that was the only rule the family had. sully’s stick together.

“yes, sir.” you said, serious tone. neteyam looked at you annoyed, but did he really think you were going to be on his side after everything ? he rolled his head back, sighing.

“yes, sir.” he said rolling his eyes, still huffing.

“good.” he interwined his arm with neytiri’s and looked back at the both of you while leaving.

“have fun !” he winked. god that could get so misrepresented.

as silence fell in the tent, you both sat facing each other, knowing there was only going to be one way out of this. jake might tell you a joke, but he’ll never tell you a lie.

you watched each other, not knowing how to start. you noticed he was pretty pale, and now his eyes had much more red corners. he cried.

he was much thinner now too, something he noticed about you too. if you only knew the amount of times he thought about bringing a meal to your tent, and just be sure you ate.

he tracked your meals, more than he tracked his.

you lips were chapped, meaning you didn’t quite take care of yourself these days. your lips were always perfect, glossed with chapstick, and always curved in a smile. the amount of times he imagined your lips all over his body, on his face, on his neck, on his abs, on his dick.

fuck. he thought about it for a sec. should he ? oh well fuck it, now or never. “come here” he said, opening his arms to welcome your figure between them.

you stared at him confused. did he realise what he was saying ? your body froze. oh lord what should you do. fuck. should you ? should you not ? were you going to regret this ? ph you were so going to regret this.

he rolled his eyes, sighing. he knew you were overthinking everything again. maybe that’s the reason why he didn’t realise that his actions actually had an impact on people. the only thing distracting you from your thoughts was his arm that harshly grabbed yours, pulling you in seating you on his lap. you were so wet.

his arms circled you, his chin on your head. your back adhered so well to his abdomen, which was something he noticed too. you two fit so well together. always having each other’s backs, always being there for one another. you fought and look who is comforting you right now. the exact person you fought with. his arm circled your stomach, drawing little circles on it with his finger, while his other arm was positioned on your shoulders. you grabbed it, laying your head on his arm. he was so warm, while you were way too cold.

his heart throbbed, thinking about how you didn’t eat or even probably sleep in those days you two didn’t talk or see each other. you were so fragile in his arms, getting a warm feeling in his stomach. all he ever wanted was to protect you, but he was the thing you needed to be protected from. you would feel bad knowing he’s all moved up and sad about you, while you were trying to get some friction by squeezing your thighs together. his hand from your stomach, came up your waist, caressing it. you were sooooooooo horny looooooorrrrrddddddd.

his hand travelled up and down you waist, his thumb pressed down. his other hand gripping your shoulder. you squeezed your thighs a bit more, feeling your inner thighs tense, and your clit throbbing. you were quite literally clenching around nothing. you could feel a moan bubble all the way up your throat, about to roll down your tongue, getting out of your mouth.

the pressure his chin used to make on your head, suddenly disappeared. his face moved in the crook of your neck, pointy nose caressing the weakest spots. he huffed. your heart was beating

so fast, you started getting worried it would just jump right out of your chest. he could feel your tenseness, but decided to ignore it as much as he could. he wanted to focus on you and only you. as long as he could. if a rock fell on his head, killing him, he would’ve died a happy man. he noticed your legs trembling, probably because you were anxious. he positioned a hand on your knee, trying to calm you down. caressing your thighs, up and down just like ao’nung did that night. he huffed, trying to get the image out of his head again. he felt as light as a feather when he was with you, he always had a sweet spot for these moments.

you were FIGHTING for your life. when he positioned his hand on your knee, you thought he caught you. you were so dead. but he apparently didn’t notice anything. you felt your stomach getting heavier with every stroke of his hands. he was in his own world. you were unsure of what to do, does he really think you’re going to let him fuck you just to leave your bed empty the nex morning ?

“neteyam” you said catching his attention, rising his head from the crook of your neck.

“what do you want ?” you asked. was he really acting like this just to get in your panties ? was he really that desperate when he had another thousand girls at his feet ? why you ?

“what do you mean ?” he asked, worried and perplexed. he waited for an answer, but only got a sigh in response. ‘what do you want ?’ what was that supposed to mean ??????

“i know you don’t give a shit about me, so what are you doing all this ? if you want to fuck, sorry but i’m not the right person, go ahed and look for someone else.” you finished.

you felt his hand suddenly stop the grip, he furiously got up almost scaring you. his head tilted to the roof. “my fucking god.” he exclaimed.

“is that what you really think i want ?” he squinted his eyes looking at you, all the positive feelings vanishing into nothingness. he hated this idea of him that you had. he couldn’t convince you to trust him for even one sec.

“well, i don’t know what you want, but it seemed pretty obvious.” you got up facing him.

“it’s not my fault all you do is break hearts and fuck people. i’m sorry i can’t trust someone like that.” you said, finally getting to the point. the stories you heard were way more than enough to keep you far away from him. he felt heat bubble up his chest. he was so mad.

“why can’t we just enjoy a sweet moment like this ? do you always feel this fucking need to ruin everything ?” oh his words got to you more than they should’ve.

“me ?? i’m the one that ruins everything ? didn’t you literally bring up ao’nung at the dinner table in front of EVERYONE ? even in front of tuk ?” you chuckled, he was so close to smacking the shit out of you. “you literally have no shame neteyam, pick yourself up.”

“god, why do you always get so angry if anyone brings ao’nung’s name ? was the dick that good ?” he smirked offensively, you gasped.

“i didn’t sleep with him, you sick perv ! i wouldn’t sleep with you either, even if my life depended on it !” you clapped back, getting him to roll his eyes once again. god, he was already so tired of you, you can already go back to starving yourself in his opinion.

“oh yeah ?” he laughed. you felt blood boil in your veins like never before, you could kill this motherfucker with your own hands right now.

he walked slowly in front of you, making you walk a few steps back, you gazes locked. he slowly gabbed your face harshly, scaring you almost.

“you’re such a desperate needy whore who has zero self respect. if you could, you would even fuck ao’nung’s dad. or even mine, who knows ?” he whispered, letting a tear cut through your cheek. the way he thought about you made him sick. he brushed his thumb over your tear, smearing it playfully all over your cheek.

“or maybe you already did, didn’t you ? hm ? was my little princess too horny to hold it back ? aww” he laughed, looking at you with disgust, seeing the tears on your face.

“who’s next on the list ? is it lo’ak ?” he said in an uneasy tone, making you creep. he chuckled looking at you with so much hate, until he found his cheek burning and his face turned to the left.

his eyes wide open, you hand’s mark already appearing on his cheek. you slapped him. he slowly looked back at you, and the height difference between y’all made it even more creepy.

fuck. he was so mad. why did you do it ? you’re scared. very scared. lord. is he going to beat you ? fuck. what is he going to do. you walked back, even more surprised than him because of what you just did.

he harshly grabbed your neck, chocking you. your eyes were wide open, difficultly trying to breath. you looked him in the eyes, only to find yourself throbbing even more.

he slapped you, a half moan leaving your lips, mouth hanging open. he locked your gazes again by pushing your head with his thumb on your cheek. he aggressively slapped you again, this time making you whimper. his eyebrows flicked, smile plastered on his face. what a surprise, you moaning because he slapped you ?

“are you horny again, princess ?” he mocked, pushing your shoulder to get you on your knees with his hand.

you were sat on your knees, panties soaked, his thumb positioned on your lips. his dick was rock hard, seeing your pretty smeared face facing his thighs got him so turned on. he wanted this moment for years, he couldn’t wait. aliyah wasn’t as half as pretty as you. your clit throbbed again, feeling slick flushing down your thigh. you wanted to touch yourself, and try to relief some tension so bad but how could you ? in front of him ? how could you not notice the bulge that stretched out his fabric ? god.

you felt a heartbeat in your crotch when his thumb suddenly slipped into your mouth and hooked around your lower teeth, forcing your mouth open. his thumb brushed over your tongue. he watched you getting flushed and surprised at his gesture, a smile appearing on his face, eyes shadowed by lust.

“do it.” he ordered, you looked at him through your eyelashes, he immediately fell in love with the look on your face. so desperate, so needy all the damn time.

you started slowly sucking his thumb, brushing your tongue over it. he chuckled, getting his thumb out of your mouth brushing it over your lips, smearing all your saliva.

you felt so ashamed, obeying like it was nothing. but you enjoyed it too much to even start complaining. your eyes flashed when he suddenly kneeled in front of you, hand now gripping your jaw. he got up again, holding your face with both hands. he looked at you and asked.

“how bad do you want it, hm ?” he hummed, playing with your lips, as you sneaked a hand to your core, brushing your wet folds, your thumb over your clit. he immediately noticed, pulling your hand away. you whimpered, at the loss of contact.

“c’mon, use your words pretty girl.” “so bad, i want it so bad, neteyam.” “you don’t think i saw how you look at my thighs ?” he huffed, you eyes flashing open.

you whimpered out. he sat down, pulling you with his hands on your waist, positioning you on his muscly thigh. you covered your mouth with your hand at the contact.

you waited for him to tell you to do something. you couldn’t hold it off anymore, loving the way your pretty folds spread wide open, how your puffy clit complied to his thighs, how his hands were gripping your waist way too tightly.

“start moving i don’t have all the fucking day” he gritted. you started moving slowly, a moan escaping your lips feeling your clit leaf through his muscle.

he felt your slick smearing his thigh, warm and thick.

he started moving you, catching you by surprise. the tension getting too thick, the pleasure fogging your mind, you eyes rolled back as he continued pushing you. roll after roll, praise after praise. “look at how desperate you are, humping yourself all over my thigh.” he said, brushing his nose on the crook of your jaw, his hands never leaving your waist.

“’teyam-” you moaned, as his peace got faster and faster, making you lose control.

“don’t you dare come.” he harshly said, but how could you ? he angled his thigh to get you better, earning a loud moan from you. you positioned you hands on his shoulders, to then his back now completely riding his out. he kissed your ear, to then whisper “if you dare come, i’ll kill you, understood ?” you hurriedly nodded your head in response, your thighs brushing against his, your face and mind completely fogged by pleasure and lust, your lips slightly parted.

you tried to hold back from coming, but it was too much. his hands all over your body, your clit begging to give up. “please, please, please teyam, please.” you begged him and begged him.

“do you wan to come ? hm ?” you nodded once again, not knowing how much more you could resist. “say it with your words, pretty slut.” “’teyam, stop the fucking teasing, please let me. i’m begging you.” you cried out, his peace getting now even faster, making tears slide down your face. he grabbed your face almost breaking your jaw. he pressed down with his thumb so much, you were almost scared your head would explode. playing with your tears, looking at your pretty fucked out face. god, you were the prettiest woman on earth.

he suddenly stopped, making you let out a sob, only to be flipped under him. his lips hungrily crashed against yours, his tongue parting your lips. you moaned in his mouth. he slid down your neck biting all he could. “ ‘teyam, please.” you huffed.

he immediately went down parting your thighs open, biting and slowly kissing your inner thighs, your hand immediately traveled in his hair yanking it. “neteyam, please, please, please, please.” you sobbed and cried like a child who wanted candy. you harshly tugged at his hair again trying to get his attention, earning a whimper from him, which made your clit throb even more. he blew cold air on your pussy, making a tear cross your face. how he enjoyed seeing you all desperate. he dragged his tongue between your wet folds, collecting all the slick you let out. you moaned, but it still wasn’t enough. he placed a soft kiss on your clit, making your thighs jerk to close, but neteyam’s firm grip was holding them open. “oh, neteyam.” you moaned.

he latched his lips over you clit, sucking and nibbling over it. eating like he was a starved man. he placed your thighs on his shoulder, getting his neck chocked, hands positioned on your thighs jerking back and forth. you felt your climax approaching every second, while neteyam sucked and tortured all he could, you covered your mouth with your hand, only for neteyam to angrily take it away. “don’t you dare.” he growled against your pussy, earning a mewl from you. you have no idea how far back your eyes can roll, but he was definitely testing your limits. neteyam was absolutely pussy drunk, getting all the angles right, trying to make you see stars. as soon as he felt like you were reaching your climax he stopped, grip loosening, and wiping away any excess with the back of his hand. you flashed your eyes open, suddenly realising he wasn’t there anymore. “neteyam ? what was that for ?” you asked, a blush covering your cheeks.

he stood up, looking down at you. “ask ao’nung to finish it for you.” 

he chuckled, a smirk plastered on his face. you couldn’t fucking believe it. you cried, holding yourself on thigh preventing him from leaving. “please neteyam, please i’m begging you i’ll do anything” you pleaded. “please what ?” he smirked at you.

“please, fuck me.” you said tears streaming down your face uncontrollably. “please, please, please, please.” you whispered. he was done.

he immediately took his dad’s old uniform’s belt, tying your hands together so tight you could still barely feel them. he put you on top of him, getting the fabric off of his crotch, his dick sprunging right out. you stared down at it, eyes wide open. it was too big, and you could never.

“what are you scared of now ?” he said making you face him by grabbing your jaw.

he saw the shocked expression on your face, and a smile appeared on his face as soon as he connected the dots. “you’re a virgin.” he said, his smirk getting bigger

it was more of an affirmation than a question, but it was enough to make you blush and cover your face. “i can’t take it all.” you said in a scared tone.

“too bad, you’ll have to.” you gulped, your heart beating as fast as it could feeling his hands travel to your waist, holding you up. he slowly lowered you down his dick, his tip kissing your entrance. he suddenly let go of you, making you sink on his member. you cried and hissed as you didn’t expect it, his head rolled back, as he felt your warm cunt wrap him up. while all you felt is pain because of how much he was stretching you out. you had your hands tied, all you could do was just sink and sink deeper, tear after tear. you looked at him, to see him smiling, eyes glossed by desire. he suddenly yanked you down in one hold. you cried out loud, making him chuckle. the more you cried, the more he wanted to fuck you.

he didn’t even wait for you to adjust, before starting to thrust in and out harder and deeper than ever. his peace only got faster and more violent every second that passed. yanking in and out, without a thought in the world. you were just crying at this point, begging him to stop but not wanting him to stop not even a single second. the teasing and the edging from before brought you to your climax very rapidly, and then. nothing. you felt your orgasm wash all over you, blessing neteyam’s ears with your porn-worthy moans. but he didn’t stop, he got up still sitting now holding your shoulders, and ramming into you.

“could ao’nung fuck you this good, huh ? highly doubt that.” he whispered in your ear, you could already feel his smirk.

his sweet whimpers and moans in your ears brought you to your second climax. you rode out your high, until he stopped. he carefully slid out of you, earning a last moan. but you noticed something.

“neteyam...?” “yea, sweetheart ?” he said still gasping for air as he got up, tying his hair back.

“did you come ?” you asked curiously. “uh, no but don’t worry it’s not a problem” he siad trying to not make you feel forced to do anything for him. but you wanted to.

he carefully watched you as you slid over, your hands still tied, until you were facing his cock, it pulsed at the vision of you. you carefully kissed the tip of his dick, making him sharply breathe in, holding his breath. you slowly slid down, trying to take him all in. you felt as if the corners of your mouth were about to rip. you pressed your tongue against his length, he slowly grabbed your hair to push you deeper, making your nose come in contact with his crotch. you felt your eyes water and lungs burn at the lack of oxygen. he let off for a second, letting you breath only for him to push his hips deeper in one raw blow. he threw his head back, enjoying the warmth of your mouth, getting a few moans off. he put pressure again on the back of your head, to hold it there a few seconds. but after a bit you couldn’t breath anymore, you tried to get it out, but he made sure you couldn’t move out unless he wanted to. you felt tears sulking your face, travelling their way down to your chin and then falling on the floor. his hips started thrusting forwards, in and out, throat fucking you. you gagged and you gagged, as he felt his climax approaching.

“you let a single drop spill, i’ll break your fucking jaw.” he hissed under his teeth, making you felt a thud in your core again. oh how aggressive he was, and how you loved it. he pinched your nose, not letting any of your airways free. he moaned, only to then spill his load in your mouth. you didn’t spill a drop, just like he said. what a good girl. he dragged his dick out of your mouth letting you breath, and he looked at you for a few seconds.

“thank you, but you didn’t have to.” he said. 

“don’t worry. i wanted to.”

final notes : so yea, that is it for today ! hope y’all enjoy it, and leave a comment for pt. 5 ! i promise it’s a happy ending finally ! and as usual the sneak peaks for the people who recognised the lyrics from the songs have been sent ! ;)

IMPORTANT !! i would also like to answer an anonymous request i got a bit of time ago. i want to clarify, i am QUITE LITERALLY the same age as neteyam, oh but also look at the second screenshot ! so dw, y’all got nothing to worry about ;)

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prompt: “Teach me to fight.”

word count: 629

It had started four months ago. Sirius had just ran away, leaving Regulus alone. Mother bore down on him harder than ever, and Father drowned himself in his bottles more often than not. It was hell, quite frankly, but there was perhaps one light in the darkness of it all.

James.

Though Regulus struggled to come to terms with it, Sirius must still have cared enough about him to send James stalking around the school grounds, following him like some sort of bodyguard. And as much as part of Regulus wanted to snap at him, tell him to piss off and run back to his brother, having James around was a small comfort in his days.

Somehow, even on the days where Regulus skipped classes to hide someplace secret and mourn the loss of his brother from his life, James still found him. He never judged, he just… held him. Stroked his hair, whispered soothing words in his ear, and hugged him. It eventually became a disappointment on the few nights where James wouldn’t find him, though Regulus never learned why he didn’t; he’d guessed by now that James and his friends likely had some sort of spell or something to find people, because they’d started getting caught pranking far less often, so it couldn’t have been that Regulus was getting any better at hiding.

Tonight, they both were laid under the stars, up in the astronomy tower. It was one of Regulus’ favourite spots to hide when he most missed his brother. With his head in James’ lap, he sometimes even fell asleep there. It was peaceful, and James never complained, so Regulus didn’t try to fight his exhaustion when he did.

This time, though, Regulus was wide awake. His eyes were fixed on his brother’s star shining brightest in the midnight sky, and it had him thinking, just as it had last night, and the night before that.

”Teach me to fight,” Regulus said suddenly. James’ hand stilled where it had been stroking through his curls.

”What?” asked James, laughing in slight astonishment.

”You heard me.”

”Okay,” he conceded, “but I don’t understand. You’re a really good duelist, Reggie.”

Regulus shifted slightly, trying not to blush under the praise. “I.. I know. I just— You’re a Gryffindor.”

James blinked down at him. “I’m not seeing your point here, love. Treat me like an idiot?”

Regulus rolled his eyes, now actually blushing. “Gryffindors are… brave. I want to— to be brave. I want to stand up to my parents, like Sirius. I want to fight instead of running or hiding like I always do.”

”You don’t alwa—“

”I’m hiding from Sirius,” Regulus pointed out. “And I hide at home behind a stupid mask of obedience. I’m… I’m hiding from you,” he added in a small whisper. “I don’t want to hide anymore.”

James paused then, eyes raking over Regulus in a way that was both uncomfortable yet hopeful. Eventually, he asked, “What are you hiding from me, Regulus?”

Regulus swallowed. In a sudden surge of courage, he burst upwards and locked his lips against James’. Sparks like mini fireworks seemed to explode in Regulus’ chest, bursting like all those months of slowly falling for James had been building up in him until he couldn’t keep it under control any longer. He felt hands tugging through his hair, holding him up in place until finally, James pulled back, panting.

”Come stay with me, for Christmas,” he breathed, looking so beautifully blissed out and wrecked that Regulus had no other option than to agree, uncaring of how angry his mother will be.

”Yes.” He nodded, resting his forehead against James’. “Okay. Yes.”

“You’re already so brave, my love,” James whispered, pecking another short kiss to his lips. “My little lion.”

[mothbart]

day 12 of kolowv: day 10

my baby @theapocryphaofantares's birthday is in ten days, and because i love him with all my heart he gets a small microfic every day until he gets his big present on his actual birthday.

also thank you to @ninety-two-bees for helping me come up with this, i literally would not know what to do without you.

prompt: temple | bartylus | words: 1,711 | warnings: blood, spiders, self inflicted cutting, blood drinking? i guess?

“I don’t think we should be here,” Regulus murmurs when Barty opens the church doors. “Barty—”

“Come on, Reggie,” Barty says, turning around and facing the other boy with a grin. He’s being cruel—he knows this, but he doesn’t care. “Are you scared?”

Regulus watches him intensely, biting his lip and looking at the church and back at Barty. He’s not stupid, Barty knows that if Regulus had the fucking guts to turn around and leave, he would. But Regulus Black is infatuated with Barty—to the point where if Barty demands Regulus to worship him, he will. Regulus wouldn’t hesitate to fall on his knees and sing his praises to him as if Barty were God himself. Barty could shove bread and wine down Regulus’ throat and tell him that that’s his body and blood and Regulus would swallow—maybe selfishly ask for more because Regulus is full of greed when it comes to Barty.

“No, I just—we’re breaking into an abandoned church,” Regulus answers. “What if we get caught?”

“We won’t,” Barty replies, stepping inside the narthex of the building. “Trust me.”

“I do,” Regulus says softly, slowly following Barty inside. Droplets of water echo around them, the wind blowing hard enough to make doors on loose hinges creak and hit the stone wall with each gust. Barty looks behind him and sees Regulus with his arms crossed, his eyes wandering and looking at everything except for Barty. Cobwebs surround the sanctuary entrance, and Barty feels something pulling him to go in even further.

He pulls down on the webs, watching as black spiders fall to the ground and scatter on the concrete. He stomps on one of them, the slight crunch under his foot, satisfying him. He makes his way into the sanctuary, running his hands on the wooden, dusty pews. He spots a few black books in the hymnal racks and he has this urge to pick one up and look at the pages.

“Barty?” Regulus asks, his voice echoing throughout the sanctuary. “How long are we going to stay here?”

“Until I think it’s time we leave,” Barty grunts, bending down to pick up one of the Bibles. He brushes the dirt off the cover and brings it close to his face, analyzing it a bit more.

“I don’t think we should be touching these things,” Regulus states, coming closer to Barty.

Facing his attention on Regulus, he shrugs. He knows that Regulus is trying hard to keep his composure, so he casually drops the book on the ground, causing a loud thud and a startled jump from Regulus. “I think you’re just being paranoid.”

Barty then holds out his hand for Regulus to take, and when their fingers intertwine, he takes him up to the altar. Barty looks up at the ceiling where there’s a giant hole, the moonlight shining down on them. He looks at Regulus, who is still gazing up at the sky and Barty feels himself falling more in love with the boy in front of him. He brushes Regulus’ hair out of his face and caresses his cheek. Regulus grabs Barty’s hand and holds it on his face, leaning into the touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” Barty whispers. “You’re so beautiful and you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Regulus says.

I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours.

Barty crashes his lips against Regulus’. He’s kissing him as if he’s going to devour him, and Regulus kisses him back with the same amount of intensity. See, this is one of the few reasons why he kept Regulus around—Regulus always matched Barty’s energy. Regulus lets out a hum when Barty nips at Regulus’ bottom lip. Regulus breaks the kiss, trying to catch his breath and Barty just wants to keep going. He’s not sure if it’s because he’s finding it fucking hot that they broke into an abandoned church and are kissing each other at the altar or what, but he doesn’t want this moment to end. The love that he has for Regulus is blooming in his chest, it’s almost overwhelming that he feels it bursting at the seams.

He wants him.

No one else can have him.

Regulus is his, and will only be his.

Regulus can’t love anyone else, he won’t let it happen. And he’s not entirely sure what’s going on, because sure, Barty is a possessive fuck, but this is a different kind of possessiveness. This is the kind where Barty will do anything to make sure that no one can have Regulus.

I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours.

Barty kisses him again.

“Do you love me?” Barty asks, his voice low, lips ghosting over Regulus’. It almost doesn’t sound like him, Barty slowly feels like he’s losing control of himself.

“Of course I do,” Regulus replies, a look of concern flashing on his face.

Barty kisses him again, and this time, it’s more aggressive—more hungrier.

“What would you do for me?” Barty asks.

“I would do anything for you.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“But would you die for me?”

Regulus pauses, and this time he pulls away from Barty—something he’s hardly ever done. Regulus would usually stay put, only moving away if Barty tells him to.

“You know that I would,” Regulus finally says, his voice cracking. Barty can feel the fear radiating off of Regulus, yet there’s still that sense of trust that’s there. It doesn’t falter, and it doesn’t seem close to breaking—Barty thinks that’s a good sign. Regulus is loyal, a believer—a follower.

Barty slides his hand into his pocket, pulling out a pocket knife that he carries with him everywhere. He feels Regulus’ eyes following his every movement. Barty presses his lips against Regulus’ forehead, giving him a soft kiss—the opposite of what he’s been doing. He still doesn’t feel like himself. If anything, it feels like he’s out of his body, like something else is controlling him and whatever is happening, he can’t make it stop. He doesn’t even know if he wants this to stop.

“Prove it to me,” Barty says, his lips near Regulus’ ear. The other boy shivers.

“Prove it to you?”

“Did I stutter?”

“No, I—How do you want me to prove it to you?”

“Kneel,” Barty answers. Regulus looks down at Barty’s hand that still has a tight grip on the knife, and Regulus swallows.

“What are you doing, Barty?”

“You said you would prove it to me,” Barty says, avoiding his question. “Did you lie to me in the house of the Holy Spirit?”

“No—”

“Then get on your fucking knees,” Barty growls. Regulus nods his head and does what he’s told. Regulus looks up at him, batting his long eyelashes at him and Barty’s head is pounding. He can’t shake this feeling. “You’ve always looked so pretty on your knees, baby.”

Barty opens the pocket knife, putting the edge of the blade on the tip of Regulus’ chin, making him look up higher. Barty clicks his tongue, admiring the view.

He knows how to make this better.

Putting the handle of his knife in his mouth, holding it between his teeth, he then rolls up his sleeve. His exposed skin is hit with the cold wind, and Barty can see his veins practically pulsing. He takes the knife out of his mouth and looks back down at Regulus.

“Open your mouth,” he commands.

Regulus hesitates, but he does what he’s told—the perfect listener.

Barty takes the knife and holds out his wrist where it’s angled the way he wants it to be and slowly cuts his wrist sideways. Barty licks his lips as he watches the blood start to fall, and Regulus’ eyes go wide.

Droplets of blood fall onto Regulus’ tongue, and Regulus doesn’t move.

I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours.

Once Barty feels satisfied, he goes and clamps Regulus’ mouth shut. “I want you to swallow.”

Regulus looks scared now, but he blinks at him. Barty wants to feel it—wants to make sure that Regulus does what he’s told.

“Wait,” Barty says. “Not yet.”

He’s shown him that he's capable of following orders, but Barty wants more.

Maybe Regulus has never been the greedy one between the two—maybe it’s always been him.

He takes his free hand and wraps it around Regulus’ throat, not too tight, but tight enough that he knows he’ll be able to feel Regulus swallow.

“Now, swallow,” Barty tells him.

Regulus swallows and Barty feels like he’s on top of the fucking world.

Here is Regulus—perfect in every single way—doing exactly what he’s supposed to be doing.

Worshipping. Praising. Listening. Obeying.

Some blood missed Regulus’ tongue, it lingers on his lips and Barty leans down and kisses him. The taste of iron and the bitterness of it all has never tasted so fucking sweet. He slips his tongue into Regulus’ mouth, dropping the knife while he’s at it. It clatters onto the concrete, and Regulus kisses him back.

After all of that, Regulus is still kissing him. Still loving him. Still obsessed with him in every single way.

Barty pulls away, grinning from ear to ear while Regulus has blood smeared on his lips now, and Jesus Christ.

He pulls out his phone and opens up the camera. The adrenaline of it all is starting to die down now, and the throbbing in his wrist is starting to get to him. He tries to hide the pain, not wanting to make a big deal considering he inflicted it on himself. He points the camera at Regulus, making sure that the lighting from the moon shines perfectly down on him.

He takes the picture, the smile still there.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Barty says, reiterating what he said before.

“Can we go now? Before your wrist gets infected or something?”

“Sure, yeah, let’s fuckin’ get out of here.”

[onehundredflamingos]

11 / pink / 635 words / NSFW

Unofficial jegulus microfics with @emlovessid / for @lemndrps

“You did so good at dinner, sweetheart,” James said, stroking a finger down Regulus’ cheek as he sat on the edge of the bed, James standing between his legs. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

James was forced to attend a mandatory work dinner, something boring and awkward and much more social than Regulus tended to sign up for. But James was allowed to bring a plus one, so of course he brought Regulus.

Regulus shook his head. “Too many people,” he whispered, eyes sinking shut as James continued to pet his face, his hair.

“You were so good, my bosses loved you.” James pressed a kiss to his forehead. “My beautiful boy.”

James felt Regulus’ cock twitch against the outside of his thigh at the compliment. “Did I make you proud?” Regulus asked, opening his eyes, looking up and into James’, hopeful.

God, he was beautiful, and knowing that he thrived off pleasing James always did something to him, made something tender inside of him swell and then coil tighter, tucking itself away deep in James’ soul.

“You did, baby. So proud.” James kissed Regulus deeply, pulling his face upward to meet his own. “I want to show you how proud you made me, can I do that?”

“Anything,” Regulus said.

James lowered down to his knees, unbuttoning Regulus’ shirt as he went, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. He peppered kisses along his chest, down his stomach, over his hip bones, before finally undoing his pants and pulling his cock free.

It was already so hard—smooth and pink and leaking at the tip, just begging for James’ lips to close around it.

James grabbed it in his fist, stroking in short movements as he swirled his tongue around the head, Regulus’ breath catching above him.

“I want you to be loud for me tonight, sweetheart,” James instructed, always eager to hear the sounds that came out of Regulus’ mouth when James sucked his cock, when he fucked him in any way, really.

“Mmm,” Regulus hummed. “Okay baby. Fuck, yes!”

James bobbed his head slowly, moving his hand as the base of his shaft in tandem, preening at the rough whimpers in Regulus’ throat, the moans making it past his lips.

Regulus carded his fingers through James’ hair, just touching, but never directing, never pulling. James moved his head faster, knowing Regulus always needed to touch James as he got close to his orgasm, needed to ground himself while he flew over that edge.

“Just like that, James, d-don’t stop!”

James moaned out a tut, an of course I won’t be stopping, as he closed his lips tighter around Regulus width, hollowed his cheeks all the way.

“F-fuck, James,” Regulus cried, and the sound of his name on Regulus lips as he came into James’ mouth was just about enough to make him come in his own pants—almost. “James,” Regulus breathed. “Baby.”

James swallowed, licked his lips. “You know how much I like when you say my name, hm?” He stood up but leaned down, placing his hands onto Regulus’ bare thighs as he pressed his lips into Regulus’ mouth, a rough kiss full of affection.

“I want,” Regulus said, between kisses, reaching for James’ waistband, “to make you feel good, I want to make you come.”

“You always make me feel so good, baby boy,” James reassured, pulling him up and off the edge of the bed. “Let’s go to sleep now.”

James knew how hard it had been for Regulus to step out of his comfort zone, to go to that dinner and small talk with his bosses, but he had done it, and without complaint. All James wanted to do after that was reward him—thank him and praise him.

Pull him in tight, and fall asleep with him in his arms.

[unaesthetic-writer]

OKAY I don't rlly post much here but I saw this gorgeous au for jegulus from @ashshmee and I wanted to try writing it(my other acc is the one that commented) skshhsjdjshsbe SORRY IF ITS NOT PERFECT 😭

JAMES POV:

I had been waiting a while now for Sirius to finally be ready. Even though I'm the one who asked to go, he's taking longer than me to get ready. I had never gone to the ballet before, but it always intrigued me how those dancers were able to seem so graceful while using up more strength than I could ever imagine. Sirius had said it was his little brother's show, which really had me curious. Sirius doesn't talk about Regulus often, but when he does he's always sounded so... Surreal. Like not even Sirius fully believed he had a brother so unlike him. Sirius, even as my best friend— I can say he's a graceful as a rat. But he makes up for it in other ways; He's an amazing singer, the best I've ever heard in my 22 years on this earth. And Sirius has this presence to him on stage... It's unmatched. But for Sirius, who barely has uttered a non- sarcastic compliment to anyone in YEARS unless he was flirting, to praise someone like that... Regulus has to be spectacular.

But finally, Sirius steps out of the bathroom, his hair and makeup finally finished. It's much more elegant than his usual get up, but it still feels like him. Instead of his usual washed out black jeans and a leather jacket, he's wearing black dress pants and a black button up with only a simple smoky eye for makeup. Even his usually long wind blown hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, small strands framing the front of his face. "I'm ready, prongs! You good to go mate?" He nonchalantly says, as if he hadn't spent the last hour in the bathroom. I roll my eyes at him, "I've been ready Siri, you're the one I was waiting for." He drinks at me like that will stop us from being late. "Well what's done is done, and I'm ready now so let's go!" He shrugs on a nice black trench coat he has and walks towards the door, "We don't wanna be late, now do we prongs?" Chuckling and shaking my head, I follow him, knowing he knows full well that if we're late, it's his fault.

When we reach the theater the show had just begun. But luckily, Sirius said that Regulus doesn't come on for a few more minutes. The skill of the dancers can be seen from miles, they move in time with the music in a way I've never seen before, but would love to see up close. It would be a cool idea for a music video if we got a ballet dancer. Just as I'm about to whisper the idea to Sirius, he comes onto stage. There's no mistaking it— That is Regulus Black. And he is nothing short of an absolute dream. His short black hair, even if it's not half as long as Sirius' flows like the wind as he- "What are those turns called?" I whisper to Sirius. "Pirouettes," He replies, looking at me curious, "Why?" I don't answer him—I can't. How could I answer when Regulus was dancing? I had no idea what the ballet was about, but the aura Regulus exuded was nothing short of prince. Not even that. He was so much more. He glides across that stage with the likeliness of a star gliding through the sky. He owned everything he touched; Every step he took, every turn, every thing he did was magnificent. And the look on his face... It could put even the most beautiful of things to shame. It was delicate, like he was protecting something, but just as fierce and focused. His shining eyes look as if he has been given the world in his hands, and honestly in this moment... He could rule it and no one would protest. But just like that, the shining star, left as if he was never there. My heart doesn't slow, even as he leaves the stage. Not even as the show itself finishes. I don't even remember if he came on stage again after that. I didn't realize the show was over until Sirius was shaking me out of the trance I was in. "Prongs. Prongs!" I stare at him, still feeling dazed and heated "Yeah? What's wrong?" Sirius sighs and eyes me worried. "You were completely spaced out, mate? And you look red as well... You sure you're okay?" I nod. "Yeah, yeah of course... It was just..." I trail off, my mind immediately going to Regulus. Sirius moves his hands, trying to prompt me to say more. But there's only one thought on my mind. "You have to let me meet Regulus. Please Sirius." With a suspicious expression on his face, Sirius opens his mouth to say more but closes it and sighs. "Fine, we'll meet up with him once he finishes getting ready."

SORRY TO CUT IT SHORT GUYS BUT I GTG, SO I'LL MAKE A PT. 2 TMR I PROMISE, HOPE U LIKED JAMES PINING OVER REGGIE ALR