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ellecdc · 8 months ago

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Mother, i have another poly!moonwater request but its a little angsty and tbh its probs mostly Barty appreciation because i 100% believe he'd be the best support system.

So, it doesnt happen very often but Reggie and reader are fighting. Idk what about, maybe she put herself in unnecessary danger or hid a wound?? But Remus has to take Reggies side or maybe he refuses to get involved.

Anyway, as a result she runs to Barty (i imagine she's his James and hes her Sirius) because he's her safe space and is surprisingly soft and comforting. If its readers fault he would be gently upset with her but calmly talk it out with her however he's still on her side and would hide her away for a couple days and let the boys panic for a minute because thats his person aaaaaand he is a little insane.

Hope that all made sense, and then a happy ending or i will cry.

Love youuuuuuu 🫶

'happy ending or I will cry' say less, babes 🫡 Barty to the rescue

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who's best friends with Barty

CW: mentions of fainting, angst, hurt/comfort, mention of blowjobs, Barty wishing people dead (what's new?)

Remus, throughout his life, has not been a stranger to conflict. His father spent Remus’ earliest years in constant battle at the Ministry fighting against werewolf rights. That conflict turned into Remus’ own lifelong curse of lycanthropy as a form of revenge. Remus’ muggle mother and wizard father spent many years in conflict over how to best love and support their werewolf son. Remus and his father experienced a lot of conflict when Dumbledore invited Remus to attend Hogwarts despite his lycanthropy. Remus experienced a lot of conflict with pureblood supremacists at school. Remus experienced conflict with his own friends, namely Sirius, after an unfortunate ‘prank’ that nearly cost both Remus and another student their lives.

But one aspect of Remus’ life that had yet to be a source of conflict had been his relationship with you and Regulus.

It seems almost unfathomable that the three of you managed to intertwine your lives without so much as a clash, but it was true. Regulus brought a confident and assured energy to the relationship, you brought an empathetic and quiet energy, and Remus supposed he was perhaps the most easygoing of the three of you, and that was good for the group.

It is because of this lack of conflict that Remus was very confused to walk into the private study room that the three of you had reserved to find you and Regulus in the middle of a very heated spat.

“And since when don’t you tell me these kinds of things?” Regulus barked angrily at you. Remus actually had to shake his head as if he were hallucinating; he could have easily mistaken Regulus for his brother who was far more hot headed.

“I didn’t know I had to keep you posted on every little thing that happens, Regulus; I was busy.” You spat back.

“Whoa, okay. What have I missed?” Remus asked cautiously, placing his book bag down slowly on the table as if the situation in front of him were a live wire.

“Your girlfriend” Regulus spat as if girlfriend was a dirty word, “fainted today. And I had to hear about it from Pandora!”

Remus ignored most of the things that came out of Regulus’ mouth at the sound of ‘fainted’.

“Dovey! What happened?” He asked, looking to you in horror.

“What happened is she’s been overworking, under-sleeping, under-eating, and she needs to learn to say no to people!”

You scoffed at that. “You mean learn to say no to McLaggen. Just say it Regulus, this about me tutoring the sod in Herbology.”

“This isn’t about some bloke, Y/N!”

“You fainted?” Remus interjected, looking you over as if he may see signs of a fall. He did suppose you looked slightly peaky, but you were clearly worked up over whatever was going on with Regulus.

“Only a little.” You mumbled; voice still taut with impatience though you lowered the derision in your voice when you spoke to him.

“Right. And tell me, how does one only faint a little?” Regulus sneered.

You met him head on, grunting “Knock it off, Regulus. I mean it.”

Remus noticed a slight quiver in your lip, but you stood your ground. He couldn’t say he completely disagreed with Regulus, but he didn’t think shouting at you like this was particularly helpful.

“Dove, we’re only worried about you. It makes us nervous if you’re not taking care of yourself and we don’t know about it, if we at least knew-” He tried, but you scoffed again, but this time at Remus.

“Of course you’d side with him. I don’t need the two of you looking after me!”

“Well apparently you do.” Regulus barked. You didn’t bother dignifying that with an answer.

“Can we just talk about this later, please?” You asked quietly, eyes turning towards the table.

“No, we’re talking about this now. Because Salazar only knows what I’ll be hearing from Pandora next!”

“Maybe I didn’t say anything because this is exactly how I knew you would act.” You glowered at him.

“Are you even supposed to be out of the infirmary yet? What were Madame Pomfrey’s instructions?” Regulus demanded.

“I’m not doing this right now. You’re acting-”

“What were the matron’s instructions?” He asked again, voice threateningly low.

“Stop it, Regulus, I'm ser-”

“When I ask a question, you answer me.” Regulus ordered; voice booming and full of authority.

You paused in packing up your bag to look at Regulus, holding his gaze as if daring him to utter another word. The atmosphere went from the heat of battle to ice cold in a matter of seconds.

Remus took one last look at Regulus, knowing this would be it; this was how they would lose Regulus. He’d have to tell Sirius that his brother was dead, and it was just better if they all moved on. Cause of death? Oh, Y/N burnt him to ashes with nothing but a glare.

You dropped your bag back onto the table and took a step towards Regulus, dropping into a verydramatic curtsey, making sure Regulus watched.

“Yes, Master Regulus.” You sneered with contempt before returning to your full height, eyes still never leaving Regulus’. “I seem to have forgotten myself. I live to serve the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.”

And with that, you snatched your book bag and left the study room, slamming the door behind you.

Remus was admittedly very surprised everyone survived this ordeal, though he took a moment to examine Regulus’ form.

“Well...” Remus started. “You’re not bleeding.”

Regulus let out a breath he’d been holding and sunk into his chair. “I don’t...I don’t understand. Was I wrong?”

Remus felt like this may have been a trick question. “Well, I don’t think you were right.”

Regulus looked over miserably at that, eyes begging Remus for comfort. Remus unfortunately couldn’t give it.

“I’m sorry, love. You went too far.”

“I should go after her.” Regulus sighed, looking like he was thinking of getting up.

“Do you value your life?”

“Remus...”

“You need to let her cool off, Reg.”

“But-”

“I mean it, Regulus.” Remus said sternly, raising his eyebrows at the shorter boy. “You were too angry to see it but she was very upset – probably even more so if she’s already not feeling well.”

Regulus crossed his arms not unlike a petulant child being told they weren’t allowed to have a cookie before supper.

“Fine, but soon it won’t just be Y/N I have to convince to forgive me.”

Remus, completely unsympathetic to his boyfriend’s grumblings, smirked as he took out his homework.

“Well, perhaps that’s what you get for acting like your father.”

Regulus let out a very inelegant groan and let his head fall onto the table with a thunk.

Everyone had their person, for better or for worse. Sirius had James, Regulus had Pandora, Remus had Lily, and you...well, you had Barty.

And perhaps whatever Barty lacked in terms of critical thinking skills and sanity, he made up for in terms of loyalty and enthusiasm.

You knocked on the door to Barty’s dorm from the hallway when you heard a muffled “occupado!” through the wood.

“Barty? It's me.” You called quietly, hearing the sound of a locking charm being lifted from the door immediately.

You pushed open the door to see Barty laying back against his pillow with a cigarette in his hand and Evan Rosier laying on top of him with a book as he read.

“Hiya, treasure. Where’d ya leave Reggie?” Barty asked, blowing smoke away from Evan’s book.

“We got into a fight.” You admitted quietly.

Suddenly, Barty’s cigarette was flicked towards the fireplace and Evan was, very roughly and unceremoniously, dumped from his lap.

“Ah! Fuckin’ hells Junior, what was that for?” Evan muttered as he rubbed the back of his head, standing from his newfound place on the floor.

“Out! I need time with my beloved!” Barty squawked, sitting up further against the headboard and opening his arms for you as an invitation.

“Wha- what do you mean? I’m your sodding boyfriend!” Evan beseeched. Barty spared the boy a glance at that.

“Exactly, you’re only my boyfriend, Y/N is my soulmate. Now out with you.” He dismissed, returning his eyes to you.

You (somewhat meekly as you passed Evan) made your way over and crawled into Barty’s lap as Evan let himself out of the dorm room (his own dorm room, mind you).

“Alright, my sweet treasure, spill. What are his crimes?” He murmured into the top of your head.

“He yelled at me.” You said meekly, voice turning up at the end as you felt tears well in your eyes.

“Dementor’s kiss.” He proclaimed without hesitation. “Egregious, absolutely horrific crime.”

“Barty...” You moaned.

“What? I’m not kidding, I want him dead. Yelling at my sweet girl like that. For shame.”

You let out a sigh as the first few tears fell onto Barty’s shirt. You knew he was seriously hurt on your behalf for not saying anything about ruining his silk button up.

“What reason could he possibly have had to yell at you?” He murmured again into your hair, rocking you back and forth.

“I fainted... in class today.” You admitted with a grimace.

As you expected, Barty paused in his movements and lifted you up off of his body to examine you.

“Fainted!?” He hollered. “How, treasure?”

You groaned and leaned forward, wanting to hide your face in Barty’s chest again. Thankfully, he allowed you to do so.

“I don’t know...Madame Pomfrey said it could be a few things. Not enough sleep, not eating enough, stress.”

“And he yelled at you for that?”

“Well...sort of.”

Barty hummed in acknowledgement but allowed you to sit in silence as he rubbed circles onto your back.

“He was mad because he found out from Pandora.” You admitted.

“Hmm, sounds like Regulus felt stupid. Not an easy task, sweets, Salazar knows I’ve tried.” Barty determined.

“How do you mean?” you asked into his chest.

“He just always seems to know the answers when I-”

“Not that, Barty!”

“He didn’t know you had fainted, and it sounds like he perhaps didn’t even realize you were unwell. He would have thought that made him look like a fool, which it does.” He explained, lacing the words at the end of his sentence with disdain.

“Barty...” you chided.

“I mean, come on treasure; you have two boyfriends, and one of them is a Slytherin! You’re telling me neither of them noticed their most perfect, sweetest angel was struggling? Foolish. You can’t blame Lupin, though, he is a Gryffindor after all; hanging with the likes of those oafs ought to cost him a couple brain cells each day. Hey, listen... you say the word and you and Lupin are more than welcome to shack up with me and Evan.”

“Barty!”

“I’m just saying!” He yielded, holding his hands up in surrender. His faux-serious façade fell away when he noticed the corner of your lips quirk into a smile.

“I’m sorry he yelled at you.” He offered.

You half sighed half groaned as you fell back into Barty’s chest.

“I guess he was just worried about me...” You relented.

“Yes. But don’t make it easy on him, okay? It’s fun to see the sod sweat every now and again.”

“Regulus...I don’t know if this is a good idea. I really think we should let her come to us.” Remus muttered quietly from behind Regulus, but he wasn’t having any of it.

This had gone on too long, in Regulus’ opinion. You were hiding in Barty’s dorm room whilst Regulus stayed in Remus’, and while he loved Remus, he hated Gryffindor, and he missed you.

“Enough is enough, Remus. I want her back.” Regulus declared as he stepped up to his door and banged on the back of it none too gently.

“Junior!” He barked through the door. “I want my girlfriend back!”

“No one’s home!” Barty called through the door.

Regulus rolled his eyes so far back into his head even he was sure they were going to get stuck there.

He put his hand on the door handle and was hit immediately with a localized stinging jinx, causing him to rip his hand back off of it and hold it to his chest protectively.

“Ow! Fuck Junior, what did you do!?” He called through the door.

“Leave a message!”

“Oh, I’ll leave you a message alright.” Regulus spat.

“Dovey?” Remus tried calling gently through the door. “Can we come in? Please?”

It was quiet for a moment before Barty answered for you. “No.”

Remus shared an eyeroll of his own before cautiously touching the doorknob – apparently it had only been cursed against Regulus.

“Okay, I’m opening the door.” Remus warned.

“I wouldn’t do that! I’m shagging your girl in here.” Barty called.

Regulus watched Remus’ face and knew two things to be true: that Remus was 97% sure that wasn’t true, and that Moony was very worried about that 3%. Ultimately, it appeared that Moony had won, causing Remus to barrel into the room rather ungraciously.

Barty was sat in a chair with his feet kicked up on a desk and a book in his hand, which he lowered to examine the two intruders casually.

“That was very rude, you know. What would you have done if the lady had been indecent.” Barty scolded, using his book to point at your curled up form on Regulus’ bed, pointedly facing away from Remus and Regulus.

Regulus felt his heart crack painfully at the sight, sharing a look with Remus who gave him an encouraging nod.

“Amour?” Regulus called gently, moving around the side of the bed in an attempt to see you. His heart cracked again when you hid your face in your arm.

“Please, my love. I’m...I’m so sorry.” He pleaded, kneeling down in front of you and cautiously stroking your arm. “I should never have spoken to you like that, I...I was wrong. And rude. And out of line. I’m sorry. Please? Please look at me, mon amour, laisse-moi arranger ça?”

You turned your head up at that, and the final splinter that carved Regulus’ heart into two was the tear stains on your cheeks.

“Oh, mon amour, je suis vraiment désolé. Je suis le pire, je suis vraiment désolé.”

“Your fancy sweet talk won’t do you any good here, Black!” Barty hollered from his place across the room. “I’ve already told her that she and Lupin are more than welcome down here with me.” He added with a lascivious wink in Remus’ direction.

Regulus could see Remus’ cheeks pink at the compliment, but he also gulped at the threat.

“Say it ain’t so, mon amour.” He said to you, caressing your arm with one hand and delicately taking yours in his other, bringing it to his lips for a delicate kiss. “Is it finally happening, are you going to leave me for another? Surely you can do better than Junior, non?”

Regulus’ heart sped up almost double time as you offered him a watery smile. “No.”

“No? You can’t do better than Junior?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes as you sniffled and tried to wipe some of your tears away. “No, I’m not leaving you, you sod.”

“Oh, thank gods.” Regulus sighed dramatically, letting his head fall into the bed in front of him. He heard you chuckle above him, and you moved your hand into his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

“Oi! How come he gets head scratches for being a wanker and I get jilted?” Remus pouted from the middle of the room.

“Oh, come here lover boy.” Barty cooed at him, opening his arms and spreading his legs to make room from the lycanthrope.

Remus let out an awkward ‘erm’ from the middle of the room before you chuckled and invited Remus to join you for his own head scratches.

He opted to curl up behind you as the big spoon and wrap his arms protectively around your middle, adding his hand to Regulus’ shoulder as he still knelt on the floor at the head of the bed. Perhaps not the best angle for head scratches, but he was clearly very happy with his current predicament.

“Right then; have either of you tossers seen Rosier?” Barty asked as he stood from his chair.

“Common room.” Remus and Regulus answered in unison.

“Thanks.” He said as he made his way to the door. “Stay out of the bathroom for a while, yeah? I owe that sod so many blowjobs after all of this.”

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crescenthistory · 1 month ago

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I have the cutest idea. How about prompt b 3 with regulus black. Kinda Sunshine x grumpy, where reader is so openly in love with regulus and is just enjoying that even when regulus doesn’t seem to be returning their feelings (or at least not outwardly saying it). Just reader who is absolutely soft and understanding with Regulus.

😬😊 Hope you have a great day!

i genuinely had so much fun writing this, the request and dynamic fits perfectly with little reggie. thanks darling<3 i hope your day was great as well

Prompt: B.3 "You occupy my every thought"

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: not proofread, reggie is mentally unwell and a bit insecure, hinting at the black brothers drama, reader is very emotionally open and secure (good for you), friends-but-kinda-more dynamic going on, reader is bestie with the marauders

Regulus was not sure how or when it started.

Perhaps it was that day in the library when you strolled right up to him, breaking the sacred silence of the space with your bright voice, oblivious to the withering stares of Madam Pince and the other students. You sat down beside him, uninvited, and started chattering as though you had known him for years, as though the wall he meticulously kept around himself simply didn’t exist.

“You’re a good listener, did you know that?” you had said cheerfully after several minutes of mostly unreciprocated conversation. “We should sit together more often.”

Regulus hadn’t known what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all. He had merely given a curt nod, lips pressed into a thin line, and waited for you to get bored.

You never did.

Perhaps it only truly solidified when he was trying to read his book in the Slytherin common room while Barty, Evan and Dorcas did everything in their power to distract him, until you skipped in, plopping down beside him and asking him about his book with genuine interest. His friends were all shocked to see him actually give you an answer, albeit short, and most important of all not pushing you away. He allowed you to sit there and read over his shoulder, smiling dreamily at him, and shot the others a few dirty looks as they snickered. The feeling in his chest that he still can’t quite place, began to bloom in his chest then, and it has yet to let go.

Nevertheless, somehow you became a fixture in his life. You sat beside him in the library, during meals, and even in the quiet corners of the castle where he had once gone to find solitude, and now oddly didn’t mind sharing with you. There was always a smile on your face and a knowing look in your eyes, that remained trained on him, even when in the company of his or your friends. You never demanded conversation; in fact, there were days where you spoke little and just kept him company, respecting his occasional genuine need for silence as much as you successfully challenged it when you knew it was a facade. It baffled him, but he couldn’t say he disliked it. Far from it.

It took a while to get used to, and Regulus was not sure if he ever could entirely. He had grown up with everyone wanting something from him – his parents wanted the perfect heir after Sirius left, his friends wanted chaos, his brother wanted his trust. He dealt with it all by aiming for perfection, for control and precision, but he knew it was crushing him. Then, you – you had never once asked anything of him. You were just there one day, and you never left.

The habit of it all did start to settle and he found himself allowing you further and further in. A friendship formed, perhaps something more as well, and he revelled in it, even as the shame of doing so grew deep within him. The certainty that it was not forever was clear in his heart, but the way you looked at him, the way you spoke without a care in the world, made him think that maybe he could let himself enjoy this one thing while it lasted.

He began making space for you in his everyday life, part subconsciously, waiting for you outside your classrooms, saving you a seat wherever he was, seeking you out and allowing you to seek him. It was unspoken, yet you picked up on it so easily, so beautifully, making him feel a twinge of safety that he ached to chase. As Barty often teased him, you had become attached at the hip.

Which is one of the main reasons why he ended up on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, leaning against the edge of a sofa with a novel in his hands – because you wanted to spend time with your friends, and where you are, he went.

Unfortunately, though, your friends were primarily Regulus’ brother and his fellow troublemakers.

The common room was loud, filled with the usual banter and shouting, much less controlled than that in Slytherin. While you had long grown accustomed to the buzz of energy in the air, finding comfort in it, you knew the same was not the case for Regulus, so you had a hand playing with the curls at the back of his head as you sat leaning on the sofa’s armrest.

He wasn’t part of the lively conversation about Quidditch plays – though you knew he actually had several strong opinions on this very topic – nor was he trying to laugh along with Sirius’ absurd stories. He was there, present, yet apart from it all, seemingly chewing on a thousand thoughts. You ached to save him from them, but for now you settled on looking happily down with him and enjoying the feeling of his hair between your fingers.

“Oi, sweetheart!” James all but shouted as he threw a tiny piece of crumpled up paper at you, trying to gain your attention. Regulus didn’t look up from his book, but his ears quirked up. “I was talking to you!”

“Oh, sorry Jamie,” you said and Regulus had to fight his smile at the dreamy sound in your voice. “Was distracted.”

“I can see that.” James looked pointedly between you and Regulus. You didn’t dignify his hinting with a response.

“What was it you were saying?”

“Just asking you about your take on the story Siri just told… which I’m now seeing you didn’t even listen to.” Before you could reply, Sirius cut in.

"How do you do it?" Sirius's voice was a mix of bewilderment and amusement. "Regulus barely tolerates people, and yet, there you are, right beside him, like it's the most natural thing in the world."

At that, Regulus had to look up, giving his brother a levelling glare for the unwanted attention. You only smiled in response, glancing at Regulus and his tense posture, hand in his hair never slowing. "There's nothing to it," you had said simply. "He’s not hard to understand once you take the time. It is the most natural thing in the world."

Sirius looked like he wanted to say more, eyes boring into both you and Regulus, whose face was angled back down into his book but whose attention was anywhere but – but before he could, Lily intervened, steering the conversation towards some drama she just learned from Slughorn.

You looked down at Regulus, reading his body language like the book he clearly was not, and in one languid movement slid down from your seat to plop beside him on the floor. He looked over at you, expression unreadable, and you beamed at him.

The others carried on without much notice, except for Sirius who still had half an eye on you, raising a brow at your changed position from where he was draped over the armchair across the room. He glanced between you and his younger brother, visibly trying to figure out what the dynamic between you really was and what that meant for how he viewed you two. You paid it no mind, instead attentively zeroing in on Regulus and his mood.

You tucked your legs underneath you, leaning slightly closer to him. “You doing okay? You’ve been a bit quiet today,” you said softly, keeping your voice low enough so that the others wouldn’t hear.

Regulus’ eyes flickered toward you briefly, then over to the fire burning not far away from you, book forgotten in his lap. “I’m always quiet.”

“True,” you conceded with a grin, not deterred by his exterior attitude. “But this is the extra-brooding kind of quiet. The kind where your forehead does that little frowny thing.” You gestured to your own forehead, mimicking his usual frown.

He let out a short breath – something that was almost, but not quite, a laugh.

“There it is!” you teased gently.

Regulus shot you a look, one that others often labelled annoyance, but you could clearly tell was a form of confused entertainment. It seemed to ask you all the questions he would never say out loud. You had seen that look a lot, more than you could count, but it never stopped you from being your usual sunny self around him. If anything, it only made you want to stay closer.

“You don’t have to sit beside me, I’m fine,” he muttered after a moment, his voice so low it almost got lost in the noise of the room.

You shrugged and remained seated. “I know, but I want to.”

Silence settled between you two for a minute. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though; it never was. Despite how different you were, there was an odd sense of understanding that always seemed to hover between you. You could fill the space with chatter, or sit quietly, and somehow it was always okay.

Though, as the life bustled around you, you noticed how his left leg was unruly and how he had not flipped a page in his book since you sat down – and you knew Regulus was a fast reader.

After a while, you gave him another soft nudge. “Wanna get some air?”

Regulus hesitated, glancing at you like he wasn’t sure if you were serious, but when you kept his gaze, he eventually nodded, internally grumbling about how he had just thought how some air would be nice. You smiled and stood up, extending a hand to him. He gave in and took it. You led him out of the common room, keeping his hand in yours, winding through the corridors until you found a quiet nook just outside by the Black Lake, far enough from the castle to escape the noise but close enough that you could still hear the faint murmur of the wind over the water.

You plopped down on the soft grass and patted the spot next to you. In your newfound privacy, Regulus didn’t hesitate to sit down beside you, his arms resting on his knees as he stared out at the lake.

You took a deep, loud breath, night air clearing through your lungs, and it inspired him to do the same, much to your liking.

“Better?” you asked, drawing your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on them as you looked at him expectantly.

He didn’t answer right away, his gaze distant. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting a soft glow over both of you, and for a moment, you let the silence linger.

“Why do you do this?” Regulus finally asked, his voice low but tinged with something you had not heard before – something vulnerable.

“Do what?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Follow me around,” he clarified, his eyes finally meeting yours. “Why do you bother with me? You could be with any of them.” He gestured vaguely back toward the castle where your friends were. “They’re fun, and loud, and… like you.”

The way he said it, like he was utterly convinced that you should be with people more like you, made your heart ache. You knew what he was trying to do – push you away, not with anger but with insecurity. He did this sometimes when his own thoughts became too heavy, you had seen it.

“Yeah, they’re fun,” you said lightly, keeping your tone easy. “But so are you. I like spending time with you, so I want to be here. With you.”

Regulus’ brow furrowed, and you could see the gears turning in his head. He didn’t get it. You wanted to tell him he didn’t need to, he just had to accept it, but you knew he was not quite ready for that.

“I don’t–” He exhaled sharply, frustration creeping into his voice. “I don’t understand why you chose me.”

You laugh a little at that, and he tries to ignore how it makes his heart race. “You say it like there was some grand plan and thoughtful process. I just spoke to you and found out I really like speaking to you, so I continued. I don’t know Reggie, I just like you. There doesn’t need to be any more to it than that.”

He stared at you silently, clearly trying to digest your words. This was the first time he challenged you about your friendship directly, before he had only hinted that maybe you shouldn’t run around with the likes of me, to which you had simply disagreed.

You smiled at him softly, wanting to guide him through what he was feeling. You leaned back on your hands as you looked up at the stars. “You want to know the truth?”

He didn’t respond, but you knew he was listening.

“You occupy my every thought, Regulus,” you said, your voice quiet but firm. “So it’s only fitting you occupy my personal space as well. Even when I’m laughing with James, teasing Sirius, or debating something with Remus… I’m always thinking about you.”

Regulus’s mouth was slightly agape as he stared at you, and you had to fight a giggle at how flabbergasted he seemed – now was not the time.

He blinked, his confusion deepening. “Why?”

You tilted your head slightly. “Because you’re you, you’re Regulus. You don’t need to see it, because I do. I like the way you’re quiet but notice everything. I like the way you actually listen when I talk. I like the way you’re thoughtful, even if you try to hide it behind that whole grumpy façade.” You reached out, nudging his knee with your foot. “I like you, Regulus. Just as you are.”

He stared at you, utterly perplexed, like he couldn’t comprehend why someone like you, someone oh so lovely and lively, would be drawn to him of all people. But you just told him he didn’t need to get it – you got it for the both of you.

“I don’t get it,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You could have anyone. Someone who’s better at… this.” He gestured vaguely between you two.

You leaned closer to him, keeping your eyes on his. “Maybe. But I don’t want anyone else.”

Regulus let out a quiet, almost involuntary laugh, as if the mere concept was funny to him, and you grinned, feeling like you’d just won some kind of secret victory.

“You’re a bit ridiculous, you know that?” There was no bite in his voice. In fact, the shine in his eyes almost looked… relieved. Like he was starting to believe you.

You scooted a little closer, closing the gap between you two, placing a tentative hand on his elbow “Yeah, but that doesn’t make it any less true.” You felt some of the tension melt off of him as he leaned into the feeling of your shoulder against his.

For a while, neither of you spoke, just sitting there by the lake, stars twinkling overhead. And though Regulus didn’t say it, you could feel the shift in him – something was softening, letting go.

After a long stretch of silence, he finally spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… different.”

“Good different?” you asked, smiling softly.

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Good different.”

You beamed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Good. Though you better get used to it, because I’m not going anywhere.”

Regulus had a small, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. When he spoke next, it was so quiet that you almost didn’t hear him, but you did – and flowers bloomed in your chest.

“I’m glad.”

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siriussslut · 2 months ago

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I was wondering if you could do a regulus x reader smut. Where they're in a relationship and one night they're chilling in his dorm a bit drunk and regulus like sketching and drawing reader and she offers to be anatomy refference which leads to him edging her and sketching her while she's laid out infront of him while he's in her. And then after it's like ON.

this turned into sub!regulus which i wasn’t planning but is so 🤤🤤🤤

warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, anal fingering, cutie sub regulus

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you take another swig of the bottle and then toss it back on regulus’ pillow. the two of you are lounging on his bed, drunk and giddy. he’s sketching you in the journal in his lap, glancing at you every few seconds as he draws.

you stick your face over his sketchbook.“how’s it going?”

“well, i’m drawing you, so beautifully.”

“you’re such a dork,” you giggle, glancing down at his page. your eyes stick to the way he drew your cleavage, obviously one of the parts he focused on the most.

“you only ever draw my top half. why don’t you draw a full body picture of me?”

“i need anatomy practice, i’m rusty,” he answers, continuing with his drawing.

your brain is fuzzy from the alcohol, stupid, so you push your tits above the neckline of your top. “draw my tits.”

his head snaps up. he flips to a new page, sketching the soft outline of your breasts.

you sit mostly still, slowly scooting closer and closer, bringing your chest nearer his face.

when he’s finished with his drawing of your breasts, he shows it to you, pressing a kiss atop one as you study it.

“it’s really good, regulus.” you look up at him through your lashes. “maybe i could help you with more anatomy?”

“yeah. why not?” his voice is breathy, a little too high. you remove your top completely, and then slip out of your skirt and your panties, tossing your clothes to the floor.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, staring as if he hasn’t seen you hundreds of times before.

you roll your eyes. “draw!”

he flips to a new page and begins his rough sketch, lining up your body parts. you’re sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, your dripping cunt on full display.

you slide one finger inside of yourself, moaning. regulus is now looking at you more than he’s drawing.

“i told you to draw, reg,” you say, breathy.

“can i… please can i touch?”

you nodding, pulling your fingers out.

he runs a finger through your folds, collecting your slick before pushing his pants to the floor. his cock is inside you in seconds.

you push his head back, hands on his throat, feeling his heart race beneath your fingertips. “draw, baby.”

his cock is quivering inside of you as he continues his drawing. you play with your clit, moaning and dripping on his erection.

you can tell how hard he’s resisting to fuck the living daylights out of you.

hours later, you’ve came more times than you can count, and he’s still waiting inside of you, drawing.

“i’m finished!” he suddenly exclaims.

you circle your fingers around your puffy clit. “show me.”

he turns the sketchbook to face you. you gasp. “oh, regulus it’s beautiful.” his cheeks color.

on the page, you’re finger fucking yourself, eyes shut tight, face screwed into a moan. your pussy is glistening wet, dripping on his cock.

you push his sketchbook aside, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his lips. “i have never been more turned on in my life.”

you run your tongue along his face, licking. you want to devour him whole, there is simply too much love and desire inside of you for one person.

you mumble against his slippery jawline. “you’re such a good boy, reggie. i know that was hard for you, and you did such a good job.” you grab his balls as you speak, tugging.

he gasps, cock twitching against your walls. “i love you,” he whispers, looking at you with blown out pupils, eyes foggy with lust.

you kiss his lips, pushing him down to the bed. “i’m gonna treat you so well,” you mumble between kisses and tongue. “you’re gonna come so many times.”

you fuck yourself on his cock, thrusting up and down. you pump lube onto your hand and slide it beneath his ass, grabbing onto a cheek before slipping into his hole.

he screams, arching his back. you fuck him with your hand, sliding in and out to the rhythm of your thrusts on his cock.

his ass clenches around you, cock jerking.

you don’t stop fucking him as he comes, instead grabbing his balls with your free hand, adding more stimulation. he shoots hot ropes of cum inside of you. it drips out onto his dick, thick and creamy.

you slip off of his cock, letting go of his ass. you slide down the length of his bare, sweaty body. he’s lying and panting, completely boneless. you pull his soft cock into your mouth, sucking.

he gasps, but bucks his hips into your face.

you grin around him, ready to make good on your promise.

#neeeeeeed to play with his ass im ngl #regulus black #regulus black smut #sub!regulus #sub!regulus black #marauders #marauders era #marauders smut #marauders era smut #smut #harry potter smut #hp smut

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smusherina · 7 months ago

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yard work - chapter 11 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8 / chapter 9 / chapter 10 / chapter 12

Making the scrapbook was cathartic. Remembering the good times, the innocence of your childhood, was as much of a joy as it was painful. The pictures were all quite good quality since Abuela had had a film camera. Some photos had been taken with a digital camera, which had probably originally belonged to the Georges and ended up in your possession somewhere along the way.

Regina and yourself playing in the Georges' backyard and swimming in their pool, beaming smiles directed at the camera. You could almost hear the laughter. I miss when we used to be able to just have fun together like this. I guess it's a part of growing up.

Regina in a white frilly dress, carrying a small basket of flower petals, donning a crown of roses on her head. She was pouting, clearly unimpressed by the whole thing. You hadn't been at the wedding since it was a George event, but Regina's mom had been so elated her daughter had gotten to be the flower girl. I remember I was so jealous you got to go to a wedding and I couldn't. You hated it, though, which was funny. You used to leave the room whenever your mom insisted we watch the tape. I wonder if she still has it.

You sitting with Regina, hip to hip, on plastic chairs while a newlyborn Kylie slept in your laps. Regina, eyes stuck on her baby sister and a thoughtful look on her face, while you looked at the camera with a smile. She's growing up so fast. Don't think I don't know you care about her. There's gonna be a time you'll regret not spending time with her. I already feel it.

Mrs George, Abuela, Regina, Kylie in her mom's arms, and you grouped together at a parking lot. You and Regina had on little graduation gowns and had scrolls in your hands. Elementary school graduation. The summer before middle school. End of an era. I love your mom's clothes, they're so nineties. Does she still have those jeans? You should get ahold of them before somebody else does...

Remember when I sliced my hand open when we were peeling apples? That was a time for sure. I still have the scar!

You taped pictures onto the pages, wrote little things here and there, hoping the labour of your love wouldn't end up in the garbage. Or if it did, Regina would read skim through it first.

I think this album was the first time we agreed on music. Britney Spears really brought us together, huh? We even learned the choreography of Baby One More Time. Mrs George loved it. I bet there's a video of that somewhere.

Mostly the scrapbook was filled with anecdotes about your childhoods together. You did write a letter of sorts on the first page, regarding your intentions with the whole thing.

I made this for you to commemorate the good times we had. You know me regrettably well, so I think you know how I tend to hold onto things. I still have that gaudy pink Build-A-Bear you made me for Valentine's Day that one time. It's one of my most important possessions, only second to the memories we have together. You'll always be a friend to me, Reggie. If not forever, or from now on, then back then. I love you. Yours, Jorts.

You'd pretty much finished the whole thing by the end of the weekend. You spent Monday and Tuesday decorating the front cover, mostly because you purposefully put it off. You cut out letters from magazines and glued them there, painstakingly forming the words Reggie & Jorts. You'd tried to come up with something clever, but making a pun or a dumb joke felt like cheapening the whole album. A simple name made up for with fabulous decorations!

You weren't much of a painter, but you figured it'd be fitting if the album reflected its contents. It was fine if the roses you painted looked like a five-year-old did them. A good majority of the pictures featured you and Regina huddled around a crafts table, similar projects scattered all around you, young with clumsy hands but filled with artistic passion.

The album in itself was an earthy green colour, something Regina undoubtedly found ugly. The flowers brightened it up somewhat, but there was only so much ages-old acrylic paints could do. You outlined some with Sharpies. If you didn't know better, one could assume it looked like that on purpose.

You took it with you to school on Wednesday. You had it weighing your backpack down the whole day. You sweated under all your layers, and by the end of it, you were sure you were sporting some epic pit stains. Gross, but you were so nervous. You hadn't broken into anyone's locker in so long. And it was Regina George's locker.

You loitered around the hallways as they emptied out steadily, people heading home or off to extracurriculars. As you approached Regina's locker, you swallowed down your nervousness and got to work.

It wasn't hard. The combination locks were all old and weak, more of a formality than an actual barrier between one's stuff and a burglar. The lock clicked open easily and you wasted no time in stuffing your album inside.

"Hey!" Just as the resounding click of the lock going back into place came, a voice called out to you. "What are you doing with Regina's locker?"

"Uhh..." Gretchen Wieners stood at the intersection of hallways, hands on her hips and accusatory eyes burning holes in you. You made the swift decision that you did not have time for this. You booked it.

"Hey! Get back here!" Gretchen, surprisingly considering her heels, started after you. "What did you put in it? You cannot prank Regina, or- or, oh, was it a bomb?"

"It's not a bomb!" You shouted over your shoulder, sprinting towards the exit. The aggressive clacking of Gretchen's heels on the floors as she ran after you would surely haunt your nightmares. How could she even keep up with you?

"If it's not a bomb then what!" How was she closing in on you? It seemed like she was not even fazed by your little race, meanwhile, you were already winded. The exit was not that far away, but it felt like miles.

"It's Regina's business now! Ask her tomorrow at school or something!" The doors to freedom approached. "Stop chasing me!"

"Stop running!"

"No!"

You burst out and quickly hopped down the stairs, two at a time. Gretchen was still on your tail, but once she got to the top of the stairs shouted: "Karen! Tackle her!"

You hadn't even noticed Karen fucking Shetty. There was no not noticing her when the girl sprinted at you with perfect athletic form and squashed you like a linebacker.

You collided and flew into the snow. Better than the concrete of the footpath but it still hurt like a bitch.

"Get off of me!" You tried to get out from under her, but Karen was surprisingly dense. She was small but it was as if there were stones in her body instead of organs. "Fuck!"

"Keep her there, Karen, very good."

"Thanks!" Karen beamed, which was a much more common expression on her than the bloodlust she'd shown earlier.

"This has nothing to do with you." You snarled, still wriggling. "This is between Regina and me."

"Whatever's between Regina is between us," Gretchen said, all hoity-toity. "Now, tell me exactly what you put in her locker."

"A fucking photo album." You hissed, closing your eyes and clenching your jaw. What lie could you come up with? "Our families used to know each other. It's mostly pictures of her, so I just thought to... Return it."

"Oh, that's so nice!" Karen's hold loosened and you went to escape.

"Nuh-uh, not good enough." Just like that, Karen's weight slammed back down onto you. Your breath wooshed out of your lungs.

"What more do you want?" You wheezed out, getting sick and tired of this.

"Why was it in your possession?"

"I don't fucking know! It just was!"

"Hmm. And why couldn't you just give it to her?"

"You think that would've gone well, Gretchen? Seriously?" You turned your head with great effort, staring up at the girl. "Please, just let me go."

"I don't think I believe you." Gretchen squatted next to your head. "We're going back and checking it's what you say it is. And then you might be free to go."

"Fuck you." You hissed but made no move to book it when Karen hauled you up.

"That's not very nice." Karen pointed out.

"I don't want to be nice to Gretchen right now." You had no real issue with Karen, even if she had just tackled you.

"Oh, okay." You couldn't see her when she was holding your wrists behind your back, but you could imagine she was bobbing her head up and down like she was known to do.

You were walked back into the building, going mostly without a fight. Gretchen strutted along proudly as if capturing you was some great victory. Regina had trained her well. You weren't sure if that was impressive or just sad.

"Open it." Gretchen gestured once you were back at Regina's locker.

"I need my hands to do that." You helped out, smiling at Gretchen like she was stupid. Sputtering and offended, she instructed Karen to let go.

Instead of running like you should've, taking the chance you could get out if Karen didn't get a one-up on you, you obediently cracked the code again. Was it selfish that you kind of wanted others to know about you and Regina? Was it totally horrible of you to want to know it was real and have proof of that? Well, if it was, there was no helping it.

Gretchen snatched the album from the locker before you could even think to touch it. Karen sidled up to her, peering over her shoulder as she opened it.

You stood by, waiting for their judgement and looking at the ceiling. There'd been a water leak right there, based on the discolouration. Gross.

"You... You're J. J is for Jorts." Gretchen said. She sounded weird, like hollow or something. "J is for Jorts." She said again, breathy and disbelieving.

"What?" What the fuck was going on?

Karen spoke then. "She talks about J a lot. Like, a lot a lot. A whole lot." You nodded slowly as Karen went on. "J's like, her true love. It's so cute."

"J is not her true love, Karen! They are both girls." Gretchen pointed out. You had to agree. "Are they?" She looked you up and down judgementally.

"Yes. I am a girl." You said. It was true, you were female and around the age that it was acceptable to be referred to as a girl. Even so, it made you distinctly uncomfortable.

"Hmm." Gretchen didn't seem to believe you. Karen was busy cooing at the pictures of small Regina. It was sheer luck they hadn't bothered to read your writings.

"Look, can I go now? I know I'm busted, you're probably gonna confiscate the album, and Regina will never see it. Happy?"

"No. Karen, please put it back in the locker." Gretchen said, not taking her eyes off of you. Karen did as asked with a pout. "What is your relationship with Regina?" The album was back in the locker, but it hadn't been locked again.

"Nothing." And that was true. There was nothing there anymore.

"That's a lie and you know it. If you're J, then you've known each other at least since middle school. Based on the pictures, even longer."

"Who is J?" You asked in exasperation.

"Somebody who she has protected for years now. Somebody who is always better than we could ever be." Gretchen pointed between herself and Karen. "J is important to her."

"Okay, well, good for J, I guess."

"You're so infuriating." Gretchen sighed, pinching the skin between her eyes.

"You aren't the first to tell me that."

"Of course, because Regina has said that to you. Because you've known each other forever. Because you're J."

"Listen, I may look a bit butch, but I have a perfectly ordinary girl name."

"That is not the point!" She spoke fast and high-pitched. "You. It's you. You've been under our noses this entire time! Do you realize how much easier things could've been if you were around?"

"Excuse me?" Now, you were really lost.

"You're excused," Karen said cheerfully. You nodded to her in thanks.

"We could never be as good as you. It was like we were placeholders for the ultimate pretty girl she'd somehow let slip. And it's you. In a flannel and hoodie, ratty jeans, dirty shoes, no fashion sense to speak of. It's you." She said that last part with contempt.

You were reeling. Regina had talked about you to these two. Had compared them to you, cited that you were better. For years she'd done that. She'd never forgotten about you.

"Look, Gretchen, I'm sorry Regina's treated you badly." You'd lost the need to defend her, even still. Then again, even if you hadn't, there was little you could argue about with the two she'd tormented the most. "You can probably tell this is something Regina doesn't want coming out."

"What does that matter?" Gretchen asked, eyes far away and legs beginning to pace. "We could- could finally bring her down. Yes. We have J, we have everything she wants. She'll come grovelling."

You took a deep breath. You didn't feel angry, you were too tired to get angry at mean girls at this point. Besides, nobody could rile you up like Regina.

"You're wrong." You put it plainly. "What Regina's been doing to these people, to everyone around her, is wrong. But what I find despicable is how everybody is the same. I know her reasons, I can sympathise with her, but I can't say the same for you. So tell me." You paused to take a deep breath. "Why?"

"I'm not good at riddles, I'm sorry." Karen said, looking genuinely apologetic.

"It's okay, Karen, Gretchen can answer for you both."

"She deserves it." Gretchen said, steel in her tone.

"You sound just like Cady Heron and Janis 'Imi'ike. She hurt them too. What do you think ruining her life will achieve?"

"I'll be the new Regina George."

"Do you hear yourself? You still idolize her. If you're gonna be the new Regina George, it's always going to be a Regina George world. Don't you want to be Gretchen Wieners?"

"No!" She screeched. "Gretchen Wieners is lame, boring, too eager, a slut, desperate-" She took a deep breath.

"Okay." You said. "Why? Because Regina said so? Why would you believe her? She's just the same as you. Look," You pulled the album back out.

"Here we're in the Georges' pool. She would not go to the deep end. Y'know, she refused to even go in without those arm floaties for the longest time. Eventually, some boy made fun of her for them and that was the last time.

"And in this one we're driving back from summer camp. Regina was already tall enough to go without a booster seat, but I wasn't. She'd just thrown the biggest tantrum 'cause Mrs George didn't allow her to take off her seatbelt to sleep. She went out like a light, anyway.

"We're in Six Flags there. We'd just gotten those ice creams and you can see that Regina's isn't sticking to the cone all that well. Right after the shot, it just slid off. Regina was inconsolable. I offered her mine so we could share, and that seemed to be good enough for her but her dad was not having it. He threatened to take us home if she didn't stop crying right then, that it'd be all her fault that their whole family wasted money and time on this stupid trip. Eventually she calmed down and Mr George didn't have to drive us back."

You sighed. "I already tried this with Janis, in a way. I don't think Regina would appreciate me airing out her personal life like this, but... I don't know..." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I just want people to stop making things worse for her. She's been so wrong for so long, and I know I can't keep defending her, but I just don't think revenge will make her regret anything that she's done."

Karen hummed. "My auntie's been teaching me about karma. So, like, if she feels what she's made others feel, then won't that like... Fix her?"

"I don't want to hurt her." You said, resolute. "Maybe, it could be the most effective way to make her see her shortcomings. But I don't want to. I do not want to hurt her." You looked between the two. "And that's where we differ, I guess."

Gretchen didn't say anything, eyes glued to a picture from the Six Flags trip. Regina had mustard and ketchup smeared all over her face while she was holding a napkin to your lips, in the process of wiping your face.

With that, you snatched the album from her hands, deposited it back into the locker and slammed it shut. The lock clicked. Without a word, you began to talk towards the exit. Neither of them followed you or said anything to you.

You couldn't stop people from taking their revenge. You had done your best to be diplomatic. Evoking sympathy in hormonal teenagers wasn't something easily done, or maybe you were just shitty at it, but there was little else you could do. If you went ahead and retaliated, hurt them for hurting someone you cared about, the lines blurred.

You'd just be another mean girl.

Notes: Sorry for the delay! The next chapter will be the last one, unless I start rambling or something. After that, I'll do a less structured series of epilogues. Loosely related oneshots, that kinda vibe.

Also, my writing assistant stopped working in the middle of this, so if there's stupid typos I'll come fix them later.

I swear to fucking god if the taglist doesn't work I'll start breaking bones.

Taglist: @autorasexy, @wedfan2, @unadulterated-moron, @modernsapphicism , @9unknown0 , @sage-rose2000 , @massive-honkas , @nattys-swiftie , @likefirenrain , @luz-enjoyer , @dandelions4us , @natashamaximoff-69 , @alexkolax , @jareaul0ver , @here4theqts , @charleeeesworld , @natsbiggestfan1 , @brocoliisscared , @yellowwallflowers , @scarlettbitchx , @ayoungexwife , @cyberbonesworld , @syddie-reads , @screechcat , @theenglishswiftie , @gabby-duhh , @sweetmissnothing , @masterofpuppets-10 , @l1lass , @starved-mortal , @nothanksbye07 , @nenas19 , @jvuyii , @starry-night17 , @reneeswife24 , @glorioushamsterqueen , @krononan , @slug-on-bike , @rayisaknight , @chaseatlanticlover91 , @reginassweetheart , @mirage018

(this actually makes me angry. why. why doesnt it work. i type in the @ and then i type in the name and then it shows up in the lil' box and i click it but then it don't show up ;-;)

(this is cyber bullying. the cybers are bullying me.)

(anyway, if you want to be added to the taglist there is no gurantee if it'll work, but i'll add you if you want! just comment on this post :) if anybody has any ideas why it's like this, lmk!)

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1-800-local-whore · 2 years ago

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Lucky

Marauders!Sirius Black x Innocent fem!Reader

Lucky - Britney Spears

warnings : sex, arranged marriage, cold husband, suspicion to cheating (no actual cheating), pregnancy-mentioned, angst, hurt, hemophilia, mention of blood, {probably missed something}, no y/n used, no physical description of reader

a/n : my work from wattpad. do not steal, copy, or repost {as in take and claim as your own work}. Enjoy babes.

words : 12k

This is a story about a girl named Lucky

Her whole life, she knew. She knew her adult life was planned out for her, laid down like bricks. Every detail inscribed down to when she would have children and how many. It was something accepted, something she honestly was somewhat excited for.

An arranged marriage was awaiting her, the only problem was to who. That was still a question. It was the same thing that had happened to her parents, all she wished for was it would become the same marriage. Her father was not the best man, he was greedy and always searching for more fortune. But his love for her mother was real.

The marriage had started off very professional but over the time the couple grew to love each other and that blossomed into a real partnership, as if they had been soulmates the whole time. She wanted even just a sliver of that feeling between her and her predetermined husband.

Many bachelors have come along in an endeavor to just have one date with her. She had rejected all of them, mostly because she did not want to become attached just to leave them for a marriage between families. Her schooling years were lonely for that fact, but she had her best friend to lean against. Regulus Black, a boy a few months older than her. The pair had been close ever since their first year. The sorting had placed her in Slytherin and she sat next to him at the table.

Over the years they had spend many hours together, even had sleepovers during Holidays. Everything about their relationship was the definition of platonic. Going to each other about relationship issues (mostly on Reggie's side) and homework (also mostly on his part). Their families encouraged the companionship hardcore, both being from respected pure-blood families. Neither one every being jealous of the other. Strictly best friends, childhood best friends.

In addition to the relations between the young students, came spending time with his older brother. Her and Sirius never had a falling out, rarely ever spoke to each other actually. But the rare occasion they did, it was not unpleasant but she could tell he would have rather been any where else. It would be a lie to say she did not find him attractive. Sirius Black was a very attractive man, just always cold towards her. Always coming off slightly rude with rushed conversation, looking anywhere but at her. Her heart pang with hurt each time, but she would push it down and think about her mystery husband.

What would he be like? Would he be cruel and unkind towards her, resentful even? Or would he cherish her like a delicate flower and look at her like a queen? These questions always flooded her mind. He could be freshly out of school or older than her own father.

"Do you think he's our age Reggie?" she floated into the air, staring at the ceiling from her friends bed.

Regulus was deep in thought, looking down at the question he had just answered. Muttering a "not sure" to her, before asking for a check on the answer.

"No, it's mandrake." She responded flopping back on the bed as he went back to hunching over his desk.

"Why do you even need this class? It has nothing to do with your future?" She continued to question him. And he of course, did not have an answer for her.

The teenagers had finished their last year at Hogwarts the year prior, both deciding to further their education. Regulus was attempting to enter the ministry for a job that she could not ever remember. She had started her training in becoming a healer, caring for people had always come naturally for her so why not make a career out of it.

Their parents had formed a bond with each other because of the two kids. The families were having a small dinner together at the Black residence. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing exciting, plus the best friends got to see each other. They enjoyed each other's company. So much so that many rumors went around school that they had coupled off, which was far from the truth. She had seen this boy with vomit all over his body from partying the night before, cleaned him up too. If any romantic feelings were harbored, well they just were not on either part. They told each other everything, down to the last, little detail.

There was a knock on the door, waiting for Regulus to allow them to come in. Kreacher popped his head into the room, telling them that supper was ready to be served and they were requested to the dining room. They walked down together, laughing at stupidly fond memories of other Slytherins and mishaps that happened at school.

When they make it to the room, their parents are waiting. Father's had the head of the table, mothers chatting across from each other. Regulus sat next her at the table, in the spots the usually occupy, basically giggling to each other. Talking lowly to not be shushed and told to stop fooling around. The group had been waiting some time, food should be out any time now. The doors of the grand room open and close loudly when someone steps through them.

Sirius Black. It was rare he joined them in supper. His leather jacket wrapped around his body as a perfect fit, complimenting his body. She noticed his hair was almost to his shoulders with a slight curl. Nothing really compared to the short, curly hair his brother sported. He looked majestic almost with the way his hair shook as he walked to the chair right in front of her. Boots thumping against the ground each step he took. Her heartbeat seemed like it was mimicking the sounds as he moved closer.

She could also see the slight smudge of red lipstick on the collar of the jacket and the faintest smell of floral perfume. She looked down at her lap, she knew that scent. Nadia Antonov. A gorgeous woman that was the same age as Sirius. She had moved just before Hogwarts from Russia, her accent still held prevalent in her English to this day. She was tall, slim, and pale. She had beautiful dark hair and piercing eyes, breath-taking. She had also been an on and off again girlfriend of Sirius's. One of the two girlfriends she had known he had. She looked down at her plate when he sat down across her, feeling his eyes on her. He was never outright mean to her but she could feel the judgement radiating off him every time they were near each other.

"Glad you decided to join us tonight son." His father spoke uninterested.

"You forced me." Sirius spoke flat.

"Might as well get to it then. Sirius, you and Y/N are getting married soon. Congratulations." His mother spoke quick, clapping her hands together excitedly.

Her eyes widened, looking up from her lap. Immediately at Regulus, who wore an apologetic smile. She was marrying Sirius Black of all people. She transferred her gaze to her parents, the smiles on their face were radiant. Something she could not feel for the person directly across from her. She could practically feel the anger radiating for him.

"Her? HER! Of all people, you give me her?" His voice was somewhat calm, but spit venom.

She refused to look at him, instead opted to pick at the fabric of her skirt near her knee. His words stung enough, she did not need to see the look of disgust he would be wearing as well. The feeling weighted heavy on her chest, her soon-to-be husband's disgust towards her. All types of insecurities filled her, bursting at the seems.

She flinched at the sound of his fists hitting the supper table, eyes squeezing shut tightly to drown out the screaming match between Sirius and his mother. Only picking up bits about how rude he was being and that it wouldn't matter in the end because their decision was final. She tried to reach for Regulus's hand, seeking comfort from him. But he refused, pulling his hand away and sitting back in his seat in a huff of anger.

Sirius began to storm out of the room.

"Weddings in December. Be ready." That was all his father spoke the entire time before moving on to a discussion with her father.

The entire dinner was held in silence only suffocating the two friends, the adults continued as if nothing had happened just prior until they were excused from the table. She followed her friend back up to his bedroom, his steps quick and long. She could barely keep up with him, his irritating sighing doing nothing to help her own feelings. He only turned towards her when they reached the archway into his bedroom.

"You were the one thing I had that he did not. You were my friend. Now you don't even have a choice. He still gets you, he still gets to steal from me. He has taken anything I have ever gotten, you were something he could not have. You were just supposed to be my annoying best fucking friend." Regulus ranted, blocking the entrance to the room.

"Reggie, I can still be your friend." She was afraid her voice would betray her, it did.

"I..." he huffed "I'm not sure I want something of his."

"Oh."

She nodded in understanding. She knew his feelings towards his brother, very particular about certain things. She was an understanding person, she knew his emotions were high and how well he could communicate them. He just needed time to adjust, they all needed time. But time was against them, December was only a month away. This wedding was going to happen no matter who protested and was going to happen when it was said to. There was no changing anyone's mind. She smiled sadly at her friend before asking him to move so she could collect her things.

"I think it's best if I leave now. I'll see you soon Reg." She spoke quietly with a broken voice. Her attempts to hold back on crying were almost deceiving her.

"No. You don't have to leave.." She cut him off.

"It's okay Reggie, really. It's a big change, everyone needs some time to process it."

With that she walked out of his room, a questionable feeling in her chest. She knew this marriage hurt her friend, after Sirius's outburst it hurt her too. But there was no time for pity, she just had to push through it. She walked to her mother. Both her and Walburga were chatting in a living space. No doubt about the wedding based on the swatches laid along the table in front of them.

"Hello mother, Mrs. Black. Thank you for the wonderful evening. But I must be off, I have an important exam coming up. I look forward to the next time I see you." She wore her best smile, one that gave the facade of happiness.

"As well" Walburga addressed the girl

before moving back to her mother, holding up another poring of colors and went deep into discussion once again.

Early morning, she wakes up

It's time for makeup, perfect smile

That announcement had been over a month ago. Today was the day of the wedding. It was a month built in isolation, she had not seen Sirius since, or really even Regulus. If it had not been for her healer classmates, she would have not spoken to anyone the entire time. Her world has been a quiet chaos, overwhelming her with no sign of stopping for a long time. The lonely feeling lodging itself deep into her chest, stuffing up her throat without a centimeter of air to flow through.

Her mother had her woken up early, barely past dawn. The wedding was not for hours, but she started prepping the event. She went into the bathroom to an already filled tub, steam rolling of the porcelain tub. The bathroom was honestly the only place she had recently for peace. Stripping out of her pajamas, she dipped into the scorching water, letting the water take over her body. The heat felt amazing against her stresses body.

She wordlessly flicked on the radio she had on the counter. With closed eyes, she relaxed into the water with an earful of "Try A Little Tenderness" by Otis Redding. It had been a favorite of her song and even musician since she was a little girl, dreaming about her very own wedding that was only hours away now. She was not really dreading the wedding per se, everything was just extremely stressful. Soaking in the water was a must have for today. She hummed along to the beat, running water along her arms with a soaped cloth.

She scrubbed her head, trying to cleanse the self doubt away. She did not want today to be miserable, but she feared that was out of her grasp. Dunking herself, water rushed filling her ears. Making her feel as physically heavy as she had been emotionally. Coming up only for a gasp of air before quickly submerging again. It had finally come time to step from the safety of her tub, only when her mother knocked relentlessly letting her know her time was running out.

The entire day was spent pampering, trying to get everything perfect to the finest detail. She would be officially wed in four hours, the finishing touches were placed on her face. Staring back in the mirror, it felt like someone else in her shoes. Not that it was a bad thing, she felt confident and beautiful, especially once her hair was pulled and pinned in a way that looked ethereal. This was the girl her younger self always pictured would be standing at the alter, dolled up in a white dress.

Stepping into the dress felt unreal, especially once it was completely zipped up on her body. The long, solid sleeves clung to her arms before cutting off at the wrists. The collar sitting lower on her chest, just enough for her collarbones to be on display. The neckline V'd towards the center of the chest, hugging at the waist before flowing outwards as the fabric reached the floor. The dress was fitted perfectly and made her feel like a real princess, like a queen.

The "couple" were to be wed in Black manor, which sort of stresses her out. The last time she had entered that place, nothing good came of it. But she was optimistic about today. Ready for it to bring new opportunities and chances. She arrived a few hours before with her mother, again touching up her makeup and hair before slipping on her white heels and giving herself a once over again in the mirror. 'Ready as I'll every be' she thought, wiping her sweaty hands down the side of her dress. She sat at the vanity waiting for the time to come.

She really had no say in anything about the wedding. Her only suggestion was to include the gold color, not because she wanted it to look or be expensive. The color relaxed her, the shininess gave a weird comfort. 'The color of wisdom, though many only see the greed that follows gold around." She could not remember who told her that, but it stuck. All she hoped was that it was included in some aspects, give her some control over this situation, over her life.

It felt like years, waiting in a desolate room by herself. Her mind racing, constantly going over the date. December 16, 1980. December 16, 1980. She was only eighteen, her husband twenty-one. Everything felt so quick, so rushed. Her chest felt it was caving in on itself, her dress was restricting airflow to her lungs. Drowning, that's what it felt like. She was drowning, suffocating from the pressure of her life. Hysteric is almost how she felt, pacing back and forth in the cold room. She's been wallowing in stress and the threat of tears for hours now. The pressure behind her eyes and between her temples screamed against them. They were centimeters away from falling when a light knock filled the silent space.

She moved slowly towards the door, it should not have been time yet. She slowly opened the door, her body hidden and only an eye peeking through.

"Hi!" A brightly, loving smile filled her vision, along with the bright red hair, "do you mind if I come in?"

She did not speak, but let the woman in. It was Lily Evans, or Potter now. Her and James had gotten married the summer before, she had heard about it through the papers and Regulus.

"I know how stressful today can be, and it's never fun to be completely isolated!" Lily took a seat on the ottoman at the end of the bed, "are you crying blood?"

Lily jumped up from her seat trying to tend to the girl.

"No." her voice small "Well yes, but this happens."

She waved Lily off, grabbing a white cloth and dabbed away the pink tinted tears she had not realized shedded. Although the company was refreshing, she and Lily had never been friends. She looked up to Lily academically during school and admired her for her stubborn and self-assured attitude she always wore. As if reading her mind.

"Marrying into this family is a change. I mean I married James, but Sirius is basically his brother. He's a good man, stupid, but good. Everything will fall into place. Hopefully his head levels off soon." She let out a little laugh, easing the tense mood that held the air originally. "Besides, you look gorgeous. Anyone could see that!"

She and Lily spent the next several minutes chatting like they were old friends. Lily welcomed a warm light, and a comforting presences in the dark manor they were currently occupying. She helped apply finishing touches physically and mentally, trying to help the girl feel as beautiful as she looked. Even quickly removing a light pink stain from the chest of the dress with her permission.

"So, I'll see you at the after party at James and I's house? Harry is with my parents for the weekend, I could not be more excited for this party!" Lily cooed at the thought of a normal weekend.

"What?" She was confused, what party.

"Sirius put it together. Oh I'll see you later." Lily left as her mother barged into the room, ready to usher her daughter to the alter where her husband was waiting.

She took the time the think about what Lily had said. Sirius had put an after party together? Maybe it was a surprise for after the wedding, a peace offering between the soon to be wed. She could not dwell on the thoughts for too long. A bouquet was stuffed into her hands as her father inter locked their arms. Her mother masked her face with the sheer vail, clapping her hands together before rushing back into the room that held the Black family, Her own family, and Sirius's friends.

The organ vibrates the floor as a wedding tune began to play, signaling the entrance of the bride. As the doors opened, the rows of people stood and faced them. Her heartbeat was in her throat, all the eyes on her was overwhelming, she noticed one set was on anything but her. Sirius could not bring himself to even glance in her direction. A stabbing sensation filled her heart and lungs, he could at least acknowledge she was suffering as well as he was in the arrangement.

Towards the end of the rows, she spotted Lily, who wore a bright smile and gave her the thumbs up in encouragement. She took a deep breath and continued with her fathers pace before reaching the alter. Sirius looked unimpressed and bored with the whole function. Maybe that was why she felt so guilty for finding him incredible attractive in this moment.

Sirius was wearing a black suit, crisp and tailored to his toned body. A sleek, black tie laid over the black vest that's as snug to his torso. The black overcoat fell off his shoulders, a white undershirt contrasting the dark colors. His hair was slicked back on the sides, the ends curled in an orderly fashion. A sight she had never seen, usually he had unkempt curls framing his face. He looked pale, with a slight shadow of facial hair peeking through the undertones of his clear skin. He was breathtaking to say the least, but his eyes bothered her. They almost held disgust or distaste, an uncomfortable feeling filled her chest. She knew she was not the pick of the litter but marrying her could not have been that bad.

He reluctantly moved the vail behind her head. Peering down at her for a second before moving his eyes away from her quickly. The officiant had begun, his deep voice spooking her more than bringing comfort. Truthfully, his gravely voice upset her. It was scary, she was already terrified by the scene unfolding in front of her. She zoned out, not listening to a word said until a knife was held in front of her face. Sirius took it hastily, and sliced a small cut into his hand. Reluctantly, she did the same. Wincing at the sharp blade against the palm of her hand, almost crying because of the painful cut. She did not handle pain very well.

The officiant spoke a few more words as blood oozed from both their hands. He ushered the pair to connect their right hands together, the ones that had been cut. He placed the respective rings onto their left ring fingers, a weird, tingly sensation spread through their veins with the mingling of their blood being the source. The Black family wanted them to be tied to each other by blood, thus having their interlocked fingers start to burn as the union became almost painful.

They were finally allowed to release each other, the officiant casting a spell to heal and clean their hands.

"I, now pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Sirius Black."

Both their respective families clapped formally. But Sirius's friends whooped and hollered at the union. As the newly weds walked passed them on the way out, James gave a loud wolf whistle, causing Lily to smack him in the chest.

The couple walked completely out of the house into an awaiting carriage. The ride was silent, she had no idea where they were even heading. Sirius had still not spoken to her, and she was unsure when or if he ever would. It shows that he was still extremely upset about the arrangement. The carriage stopped after about thirty minutes of flying, outside of a townhouse. The magical house appeared completely wedged between the other muggle houses. Sirius silently entered the home, as if he knew his way around it already. He silently went up the stairs, she stayed in the entrance basking in the place.

Sirius ran down the steps with hefty stomps, grumbling as he did so.

"Welcome home. I'm going out, so don't wait up for me. Your room is on the left." His words were fast as he pushed past and out the door. It clicked shut with a loud clash, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and tense.

Instead of dwelling on the boy, she moved up the stairs to find the room he was talking about. It was decorated the exact same as her room back at her parents house. It was the first thing this entire day, or even this month to bring her any comfort. She flopped down on her bed, still in her full wedding attire. The events of today settled in. She was finally married, to a young and handsome man. Whom had just left her alone for the night, the night of her wedding. Tears started pouring out of her eyes now as loud sobs wracked the whole house. He was going to a party he planned for their wedding and did not even tell her about it. Lily told her, Lily said she would see her later. Now she wondered what Sirius was going to tell all of them.

Mascara and eyeliner ran down her cheeks, her face became streaky as she sunk into the bed. She was alone on her wedding night, the most joyous day of her life. Well what was supposed to be joyous.

She changed into an old, battered long sleeve night shirt and fluffy pajama pants, before she charmed her hair to just lay in a ratted bun instead of pinned together like before. She did not even bother washing her face, leaving the remanence of her pain on her face. It would leave another painful reminder in the morning but she did not care at the moment. Her body and mind was extremely fatigued from the events of the day.

She silently crept down the stairs, exploring only slightly while trying to locate the kitchen. She knew if this was Sirius's home there would be alcohol somewhere. She hit the jackpot after opening one cabinet in the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of fire whiskey, forgoing a glass, she popped the seal off and gave it a big chug.

Once she was back in her room, she turned her record player on that had been moved into her room. Playing her favorite record, she once again today sang along to "Try A Little Tenderness", while crying into a bottle of whiskey that was soothing her soul slightly after every chug. Soon the bottle was empty and so were her tears, she just laid on her bed and listened to the song on repeat.

Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl

And they say

She's so lucky

It was March, spring smells started filling the air slowly. She and Sirius had been married for around four months now, four long, lonely, and cold months. They never spent anytime together, other than the slight PDA at family gatherings and galas. The bare minimum of an arm around the other for a few seconds of the night. His mother had been shoving the ideas of an heir, the pressure of continuing their pure-blood legacy with another Black to join the bunch. This would not have been such a bad idea, but their marriage was not consummated yet. She was not really sure if it ever will be.

She sat at a table, body clad with a darling dress. It was a baby blue, long sleeved dress. Flowing down passed her feet, a low slit running up the side. A drastic contrast to the dark colors of the people around her. Champagne buzzed through her system, making her brain a little fuzzy and her cheeks a tint of red. Her husband was no where to be found at the moment, she had just escaped his mother with more pressuring of a child.

She had recently been thinking of children. The house is very lonely, mostly just occupying her and a sweet, little elf named Peekey. She enjoyed their shared moments in the solitude of the dead home. Sirius was always away for work, or out on the weekends with Remus. Nothing was really confining her to the home, but with no friends outside of Healing School, she spent many cold nights alone in her bed.

"Your mother is such a... pest!" She whispered out to Regulus. Looking around to make sure no one was listening.

One thing had come from attending all of these gatherings. Her friendship with Regulus has rekindled, after hours filled with tears and sobs from both ends. Now they often spent most of the evenings at parties with each other. Regulus was much more intoxicated then she was. She did not mind though, the feeling of taking care of someone and them depending on her, filled her heart with happiness.

"Woah there, no need for name calling." Regulus snorted with rolled eyes. "Honestly, pest is too nice of a word."

"I'm serious Reggie. She keeps bombarding me with questions of a child! Sirius and I have not even..." Regulus cut his friend off.

"I do not need to hear about the sex life of my brother."

She huffed, stressed from the nights antics already. "I was going to say kissed."

She sipped more on her glass of champagne, scanning the room for any familiar faces. Only ones she did not really feel like conversing with in the moment. Polishing off her glass, she watched Regulus down another shot before stomping away towards the bathroom. While he was away, she refilled her glass and swirled it around. Many people gawked at her, mostly younger women with a few exceptions to older ones. In awe of the woman who married THE Sirius Black. They would constantly ask questions about what marriage was like to such a dreamy man. Call it what you want, but she wanted some fun with her life. She would make up wild stories of adventures and dates they had been on. Not wanting to crush their dreams of a doting husband, they would all fawn over sweet stories she would make up on the spot. Giggling slightly to herself when they would comment on how loving he seemed. Some even asked for dirty details, which she would flat out avoid talking about. Not only did she not know anything about Sirius sexually, she had no experience herself to fabricate a believable story. The questions were also extremely personal and uncomfortable for her.

"Oh dear, why don't you go find your husband. Call it an early night, you know. Heirs do not just make themselves." Walberga placed a gloved hand on her shoulder, ushering her to find Sirius with more comments on children.

She did not look very hard for Sirius, he was probably already gone. She was stationed near the restrooms, searching for her drunk friend. She spotted him across the room at the refreshment table once more. She quickly gathered him up, pulling the alcoholic beverage out of his hands and onto the table.

"Okay Reg, time to go home."

The journeys home with drunk Regulus are always a fun trip. They stopped around three times on the ride home for him to throw up outside of the carriage. Upon returning to her shared home, he spewed about twice, once on her shoes. She cleaned him up, tipping a glass of water into his mouth. She changed him into one of the spare sets of clothes he kept in her room, an agreement they made after Regulus had woken up in a puke-drenched shirt.

She laid him in her bed and walked to the connected bathroom to ready herself for bed. Her body felt the relief as the dress slipped off her body, she hung it up on the closet door. Switching into way less formal and more ratty sleeping clothes. Her hair pulled back messily, and her face cleansed of make up. They had at least three more events to make an appearance at within the next two weeks. Events she was dreading because his mother would be there.

Regulus was sprawled out on her bed, looking as if he was in a deep sleep. As she laid herself under the covers, he rolled towards her.

"You know, I'm a Black." He stated.

She giggled at his statement, "I do know that Reggie."

He laughed a bit groggy, rolling onto his other side.

"I just mean, I can give an heir and no one would question the paternity." He mumbled.

"What!?" She sort of yelled at her friend. The only response was loud snores from her drunk friend. Drunk, he was drunk. That's what she kept reminding herself as she tried to fall asleep.

The next morning, she decided to just forget what Regulus had proposed. He was beyond drunk and just processing the things she had said hours before.

Regulus woke up at some point in the afternoon, gladly accepting the potions she had to cure his hangover. Already having some food and water prepared for him, doting on people was a way she showed love. The thought of having someone to care for kept her heart beating.

"You know, I meant what I said last night."

"What?" The color draining from her face.

"I know mother can be... overbearing. Sirius does not seem like he would help you in this situation. I'm his brother and your best friend. Let me do this to make up for my actions when the marriage was announced." He held her hand, sitting up on her bed with the covers bunched around his clothed body.

"I don't know Reg, I still don't think I could do that to Sirius." She frowned with a sigh, truthfully she thinks that kids would make her life happier.

"Think about it as a friend helping a friend? Just think about it and the offer will stand. But for now, I gotta go. Work calls me in a few hours unfortunately."

Regulus left giving her one last "think about it" before heading to his home. The hours of the day dragged on slowly. She was not sure that Sirius would be home, but decided on making supper for them anyway. Which lead to another cold, and lonely night shared with her house elf.

She is so lucky, but why does she cry?

If there is nothing missing in her life

Why do tears come at night?

There was a birthday party at the Potter's today. For little Harry, his first birthday. Sirius had actually told her about this party and asked if she wanted to go. Granted he asked about two days ago, but nonetheless. This was the first event with his friends that he had asked her to tag along with in the seven months they had been married.

"Oh finally! I have been trying to get you to come over for months now!" Lily exclaimed towards the girl as she entered, taking the present for her son out of the girls hands and gave her a swift hug. "I tell Sirius to bring you every time he comes over, I was starting to think you don't like us."

This caught her off guard. She didn't even know Lily well enough to really dislike her, but the fact that she wanted her to come over and Sirius never told her.

"I'm sorry Lily, I've been having some... health issues recently."

"Are you-" She cut Lily off quickly.

"Oh no, not that. School and health issues. I'm always drained or doing some tests, but I finally had a free weekend and couldn't be happier to be here."

Although, there was a ping of sadness for her conversation with Lily. Plus, watching Harry all night did not help with the yearn for a child of her own. She never could find a time to bring it up to Sirius.

And again, she went home alone that night. Sirius jetting off to the bar with Remus, or at least that was what Remus told her they were doing. But she did not really care in the moment. She had a good day, left the house, spent time with old acquaintances from school, and got to see cute babies all day. Nothing could put her in a down mood.

It was around, roughly 9 p.m. when the doorbell rang. She was little surprised by that, normally Regulus called ahead and just walked in. Remus would walk in especially if he was with Sirius. She made her way down from her room, in only a tank top and shorts due to the temperature rising outside.

"Hello?" She answered the door a bit drowsy considering she was almost asleep a minute prior.

"Oh 'ello, little von. Is Sirius 'ome?" It was Nadia.

Nadia, Sirius's girlfriend before the arraignment was made. She looked as beautiful as ever standing in front of her in all her tall glory. It just did not make sense to her why she would be at her home.

"Oh, um no sorry. He isn't home right now." Her voice timid, like she was afraid to answer the woman in front of her.

"Shame. Wanted to tell 'em I had great time with 'em the other day. That I can not wait for next time. You tell 'em day for me?" Her smile looked devilish, like she was smirking in a triumphant victory.

The wind seemed knocked from her lungs and ears clogged.

"Sure, I'll let him know. You have nice night and be safe." She spoke before closing the door as the beautiful woman sauntered down the stairs to the house.

She felt like tears were going to explode out of her eyes, she did not understand why it hurt so much. She felt so dumb, of course he was cheating on her. She also felt stupid for being upset, Sirius treated her considerable good for what some arranged marriages have been, the relatives she's seen. He is not abusive, just they do not communicate. He can be cold towards her when they speak, the little they do speak, but he has never been extremely cruel towards her.

She feels betrayed in a way, she put her happiness aside to stay loyal to a man who could careless about her in general. Without thinking she picked up the landline in the kitchen and dialed Regulus's number.

"I've changed my mind Reggie. I want a baby. Meet at my house Friday night." She did not even wait for him to respond before placing the phone back down.

Her school had just let out for the year, her week was so barren that she decided she would not waste a single night sober. Starting tonight, she took a cheap bottle of wine up to her bedroom, listening to music, and sipping on the bottle. She thought about her life once more. What had she done to deserve this? She was always good, always listening and obeying. She did not reject the idea of marrying someone her parents paired her to, even when it meant losing a friend. Now her husband is cold and unfaithful. She could handle him being cold and resenting towards her, but the fact that he would seek comfort in someone else. It just hurt, was she not pretty enough for him? Not his type? Was he repulsed by the idea of her so much that he spent every weekend and day he could away from her and their shared home. She was not even invited to her own weddings after party because her husband arranged it without telling her.

She feels silly, she's living a comfortable life that anyone would be happy to have. Technically she is married to The Sirius Black, any girl would swoon at those thoughts. Her home is a decent size, enough for her to have her own space. She had doting elves that are just too cute, lavish parties that require gorgeous dresses and expensive jewelry to attend. Riches from an old, wealthy family, though she does not dive into their funds and uses her own money. Except when her mother in law gives her money for dresses. She was about to start her own healing career. Her life was like a dream come true to others, making her feel selfish for wanting more. Pathetic for crying and drinking over what is considered minor in their marriage.

This went on more about two more days, drinking until she passed out, throwing up on her sheets, sobering up enough to change them and lounge around for the rest of the day, barricading in her room. She took two days off of drinking, her stash was running low and she needed to run to the store. But she felt no motivation to leave her bed.

Thursdays were days Sirius did not work, so he normally went out on Wednesdays. She assumed he had been gone for hours now, she was half a bottle of whiskey deep, and now out of alcohol. But she was not done for tonight, not even close. With the day approaching for Regulus to show up, the more nervous she got, the more nervous she was the more scared she became. Life moved so fast for her, she was not even twenty yet. But this how life goes for the woman in her family and many others. The fact that she was yet to conceive a child was alarming to her parents and Sirius's, although they did not know they had not even tried.

Not her best moment, but decided she would go to the store in this moment for more alcohol. The air was bit colder than she thought, hugging herself she stumbles down the paved side walk, clutching money in one of her hands. Singing quietly to herself, a strong breeze almost knocked her over. She stumbled almost to the ground, laughing at the fact before steadying herself and continuing towards the store.

She bumped shoulders with a tall, lanky man.

"Oops! Sorry Sir." She giggled before walking forward.

The man gently grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him and around to face him.

"What are you doing out this late?" He asked, almost sounding concerned.

"Oh hi Remus! Jus- gettin' more of me whiskeyyyy, I ran out." She pouted at the end of her sentence.

"You really shouldn't be out at night, especially drunk and alone. Where are your shoes?" She looked down at her bare feet, toes stiffly wiggling in the cold.

"Oh!" she giggled "must've forgotten them? I jus-really got out of me bed." Her accent coming through a little thicker.

"Okay, you barely have clothes, let's get you home. Where is Sirius?" Remus questioned, leaning forward to help the girl lean against him. Taking the cash from her hand when she complained about it cramping.

"Ion knowww... thought he was with youuu!!" She poked his belly slightly before focusing back on her stepping.

"You know, hodoubenekakskndbrehisyxh."

"What did you say?" Remus laughed at her incoherent speech a little bit.

"I have no idea." She hiccuped and held tighter around his waist when she felt she was about to fall.

"You are pretty entertaining little one, you should come out with us some time."

"Sirius never invites me, didn't even 'vite me to me own wedding party." She grumbled.

Remus grimaced, eyebrows furrowed, "he did not invite you?"

"Nope, Lily told me. But why go somewhere I am unwanted you know.

"We want you there. You are our friends wife, we want to be your friend too." Remus reasoned with her.

"Maybe. But some people do not. That's okay though, it doesn't matter." Her body shutters as the urge to cry flows up into her eyes. She's unable to control the tears that flow down.

Remus stops when he hears her sobbing. "Hey it's okay, there is no need to- is that blood? Why are your tears red? Are you crying blood? Oh shit!! What do I..."

Remus started to freak out, but she calmed him down in a second.

"It's a medical 'dition. I 'cry blood' sometimes. I fine, promise." She smiled at him as he wiped her eyes, but another wave of tears washes over her. "I think Sirius is cheating on me."

Remus stiffened, "why do you think that?"

"Nadia came over the other day. Said so, with her too. Are we almost home, I'm tired."

Remus picked her up and carried her the block back to her home, he had been heading this way originally. But him and Sirius had some matter to discuss currently. When he reached the home someone was outside, in front of the door.

Regulus had also shown up wanted to speak to Sirius. Remus set her down in Regulus grasp, she giggled to her friend, telling him stupid jokes and how much she loved him as her best friend. The door was locked and she did not have her keys on her. Remus started banging on the door, waiting for Sirius to open up.

The sight behind the door on Sirius's end was honestly hilarious. His best friend looking slightly irritated, his brother worried and almost nervous, and his wife smiling and drunk beyond recollection.

"We need to talk." Remus said flat.

The group moved inside.

"I need to talk with you too brother, but I'm going to take care of her first." Regulus walked her up the stairs and out of the vision of the other boys.

"So what is it you need to talk about Rem." Sirius asked relaxed, lounging on the couch, assuming Remus would follow.

"Are you serious?" Remus stood in front of him.

"Yes?" Sirius looked confused.

"No you fucking idiot. I found YOUR wife drunk and alone, almost into the middle of the town. Barely clothed, no shoes, and a wad of cash in her hands." Remus tried to keep his voice steady, tossing the cash into Sirius's chest.

"Oh. I had no idea she was gone." Sirius felt uncomfortable under his friends gaze.

"She told me how you don't invite her out with us on the weekends, and I know Lily practically begs you. Did you really not invite her to the party after your-HER wedding." Remus's voice was fluctuating between anger and disappointment.

Sirius closed his eyes. He felt horrible about how he had been treating her, how cold he had been. How stand-offish, but truthfully he just did not know how to process and handle his emotions.

"Merlin Sirius! Do you know anything about your wife?" Remus exclaimed, gripping his hair in irritation.

"Not really." He sighed, holding his face in his hands.

"She cries blood."

"She- what? She was bleeding? Was she okay?" Sirius perked up at the mention of blood.

"No! She cries blood apparently, her tears have a red tint in them." Remus softened his voice looking at his shocked friend.

Sirius knew he fucked up, he knew that three months into their marriage, he knew that the hours after their officiated ceremony. He felt bad, horrible, but he did not know how to fix it.

"She thinks you are cheating on her." Remus spoke, his voice becoming strict.

"What? I'm not cheating on her." Sirius looked confused. He had been faithful to her, although he was cold, he would never cheat on someone. "You know I would never, not after... not after her."

"I know that. But does she. I guess Nadia came over the other, told her to tell you what a great time she had and you should see each other again. Sirius have you two even... consummated the marriage?" Sirius shook his head, causing a groan to slip from Remus's mouth, "I know you wouldn't but please tell me you didn't." Remus was extremely serious. Although he was not her friend, he knew how sweet and kind she normally was. She was different from all the girls Sirius had been with previously.

"No! I haven't really even seen Nadia for three months. I haven't slept with her since before our wedding. She keeps trying to coerce me, but I refuse her. I swear it Rem." Sirius pleaded.

"Yeah, that's something you need to tell her tomorrow." Regulus walked down the stairs towards the pair of boys. "She called me the other night, drunk as all get out. She really thinks you are cheating. It crushing her more than the fact that you don't talk to her."

"I don't know what to do!" Sirius dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to relive some of the pressure "I don't know how to talk to her! I've never not known how to talk to a girl before her."

"Well big brother, you have until Friday. I'm supposed to come over while you are gone and give your wife a baby." Regulus said nonchalantly.

"What!?" Remus and Sirius shouted at the same time.

"You don't touch my wife!" Sirius exclaimed pointing an accusatory finger at his younger brother.

Regulus held his hands up in defense. "I'm not doing it because I want to steal your wife from you. She's my best friend, never been nothing more. But mother is pressuring her about when the next heir is born. Since you haven't noticed it at every single family events, too busy doing whatever. I offered it in a drunk stupor and she declined. But one night she called me crying saying she wanted a baby and wanted it to be Friday while you were out with your friends."

Honestly this knowledge crushes Sirius. He felt so guilt ridden for how this whole situation had ended, especially since most of it is his fault.

"You are so lucky! I am such a good brother. I didn't have to tell you about this, I could have just given her what she wants. What would satisfy everyone involved, but I knew her hesitance in betraying you. Even when she believes you are betraying her, she shook up stairs because she was scared the time had come. I had to reassure her and wipe away her tears that she was safe. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TEARS YOU HAVE CAUSED HER! Huh? How many crying phone calls and times I've had to come over to make sure she was okay after so many lonely nights. She always wore a smile towards me, always said nice things about you to me. People have told her since your wedding that she's lucky, so lucky to have had you as her husband. But brother, I believe it is you who are lucky to have her as your wife." Regulus stopped his rant, continuing to pace across the room, as he had done during the whole one-sided argument.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the three men in the parlor. All sorts of emotions clouding judgments and rational thinking. Sirius had silently decided what he had to do, what he needed to do.

"Regulus. Do not come back to my house, at least not on Friday. Remus, I'm canceling this weekend. Now if you would please leave my home." Sirius spoke in a monotone voice, a voice that made Remus uneasy having barely heard this tone before.

Silently, he watched Sirius descend up the stairs and out of sight around a corner before exiting the home.

If there's nothing missing in my life

Then why do these tears come at night?

Her nerves were at an all time high, today was the day that Regulus was supposed to come over. She was having extreme second thoughts, she still was not sure she could betray Sirius to this level. A child with his own brother, it just felt morally inappropriate and embarrassing.

Even though he offered first, she felt she was using Regulus in a poorly planned game of chess. Like he was a pawn in a little game, but she was a pawn in another game much higher above herself. She had spent that couple days isolated in her room. No attempts to contact Regulus and in return he had not tried to contact her either. The time for him to arrive was vastly approaching, butterflied filled her stomach at the thought.

She wrapped her arms around her torso, covering up the silk nightgown she had on with a matching silk robe. Her body felt cold and numb, like an out of body experience. She felt this would be another night of crying alone, no comfort and none expected to be given.

Her ears perked up at the hefty knock on the door. Bile raised in her throat. Merlin, she needed this baby so her in laws would back off for a bit. But she could not do it. Her heart clenched at the fear of the child she may never have. She just could not go through with this plan, not if it could potentially hurt Sirius.

She made her way to the door, hands shaking and legs wobbly.

"I can't do it Reggie! I'm sorry." She sobbed into her hands, not really sure why she's crying.

"Can we talk?" Her head snapped upwards at the voice. Sirius. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, her heart racing like light speed.

"Uh, Sure." she wiped her eyes quickly, confused when Sirius took one of her hands in his and walked her to sit down next to him on her bed. He seemed just as jittery, just as nervous as she was currently. They looked like messes and it was the truest sight of this couple.

"I know what you and my brother had planned." He said simply.

She stammered, lip quivering. "I'm sorry Sirius! I'm so sorry. I understand if you would like me to leave." Her head hung low, shame flooded her system.

"Darling, look at me." He spoke softly, nudging her cheek with his thumb. Looking into her sad and puffy eyes, offering a small smile to her. "I am not upset about the arrangement. I am upset because of how awful I have been towards you."

There was silence between the pair, very awkward and suffocating.

"I have not cheated on you. I know Nadia says otherwise. But I have not been with her since about two weeks before our wedding. It just did not feel right." Sirius confessed to his wife.

Her tears built up again, spilling over without a second thought. "I was going to be the one who cheated?"

She pulled her hands out of his, feeling disgusted by her own skin. Deeming it not worthy to be held against his skin, though he was not perfect.

"Sweetheart, it's okay! Regulus told me the other day. I am not mad, I promise. I understand the pressure you are under with mother. Which is why I am here, well one of the reasons." He grabbed her hands once more, having her look directly into his eyes.

"I think you and I should have a baby. I want to be a good husband to you, I just... I don't know how to be good to you. You confuse me and make me feel weird things, things I do not really understand. I've wasted so much time on being scared, I ignored your pain and sorrow, my little dove." Sirius stammered, his own eyes seeming to tear up.

"Sirius, it's okay-" he cut her off.

"No! It's not. I have so much to make up, I don't even know how to start. But let me show you love the best way I know how! Let me give you a baby and we can work from that point on, please?" Sirius slid off the bed and kneeled in front of her sitting body, pulling her hands up his lips for slow and sensual kisses. "I promise, if you help me, I will become the most emotional and loving husband. I have a lot to make up and I want to start working on that. I want you to feel the same way about me, that I have felt since my fourth year at school."

She gasped in shock. "You liked me in school?"

"Well, I didn't know then. But thinking about it and the teasing the boys gave me at times. I definitely did have a tiny crush on you." His face blushed red, embarrassed over such a tiny secret.

"Okay. We can have a baby, but please tell me our love won't only be physical?" She sounded sad, such a tone that broke his heart.

"Please teach me how to properly love you? How to handle my emotions, help me not become my father." He leaned close to her, engulfing her in a tight embrace. Rolling onto the bed, his face buried into her neck as small sobs escape his lips.

They laid together sideways on the bed for a little while, holding each other as if the other was going to fade away from their grasps. Sirius was holding her tighter than she was him, his face still buried into her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent that drove him mad, caressing her cheek with the hand that laid adorn on her face. Finally showing signs of tenderness that she had been craving for months at this point. While he caressed her face, her hand was scratching along the base of his skull. Twirling the ends of his hair before running lightly over the sensitive skin, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

His sobs quieted down, not even sniffling traced his mouth. His eyes still heavy and red with evidence of crying, slowly he started peppering light kisses along her neck. Her hand stopped playing with his hair, surprised by how loving Sirius was being.

"Why'd-ya stop?" He whined out, his words slurred as if he were drunk from her touch.

"I have a confession Sirius." She sat up and moved towards her pillows at the headboard of her bed. "I've never done this before."

Sirius noticed the pink tinge on her cheeks, finding her shyness adorable. But he understood her nervousness as he intently listened to the words she spoke.

"I-I just don't... I don't want it to be bad for you." She huffed, her hands falling in her crossed lap as her head hung low.

"I can promise, it won't be bad for me." He chuckled lightly trying to lighten the mood before following her up the bed and sitting next to her. "We can take it slow, or we don't even have to do that tonight love."

"But, I want to. Do you want to y'know with me." Her face was bright red, voice lacking confidence at her own statement.

"Of course I do! You are my wife after all. We can go slow, I'll be gentle. Lay down for me darling?" Sirius spoke with comforting enthusiasm.

She did as he told her, scooting down slightly to lay on her back comfortably. Her heart raced wildly as Sirius watched her move. They were not even touching, yet the whole scene felt so intimate to her. It did not help that this was her first time and knowing Sirius was experienced did little to bring her comfort.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" She shook her head at him, feeling embarrassment burning again. "It's okay sweetheart, I don't mind teaching you."

Sirius crawled over her, hovering on all fours over her slightly rigid body. He ducked his head down to slowly press his lips against hers, a little more than a peck. He gently moved her arms to wrap around his neck, nudging one of her hands back into his hair causing her to giggle against his lips. Sirius turned his head sideways, deepening the kiss by putting more assertion into it. They kissed each others lips until she started gaining confidence in herself.

Sirius broke the kiss, pulling back completely to sit on his heels. Her legs were trapped underneath his body. She whined a little as he pulled away, her body raising to follow his lips earning a chuckle from him. "Have patience little one."

He rolled the black, tight-fitted shirt off of his broad chest, muscles flexing slightly as he tossed it aside onto the floor. She studied his naked chest. Acknowledging his toned build from years in quidditch, his smooth, pale skin, so warm and welcoming. Breath hitching at the trail of dark hair that disappeared under his belt. Sirius shifted his body, pulling her smooth legs to frame around his hips. Her short nightgown bunching around her hips, flashing a slight glimpse of her panties.

He leaned towards her lips again, the kiss stronger than the other ones previously. On instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck once more. One hand combing through his locks that she noticed he seemed to throughly enjoy. His chest pressed against her, the silk of the nightgown raised bumps against his skin. Sirius's tongue timidly licked across her closed lips, wanting gain access to the inside of her mouth. She parted her lips slightly, the tips of their tongues touching ever so slightly.

He slipped his tongue further into her mouth, exploring the taste of her. Her body became stiff once more, unsure of what to do with her own tongue as his invaded her mouth. She quite liked the taste of him, but became flustered in the thoughts of how she should move her mouth against his skilled tongue. He pulled his mouth away from hers, a string of saliva following before snapping against his lower lip.

"Just relax and follow my lead." Sirius's spoke lovingly, petting the hair along her forehead to try and soothe her nerves.

Their tongues meet once again, he licked delicately at her tongue. She followed the motions he was doing with uneasy fervor. She liked the feeling of the soft muscle against her own, creating an intoxicating feeling of euphoria and pleasure. Sirius drug one of his fingers down her face, tracing the outline of her features as her reaches her neck. Slow touches cascade further down until it softly caressed over her nipple, his large hands engulfing most of her breast. "Is this okay?" He asked pulling away once more. She mumbled a 'yes' as she closed her eyes, basking in the feeling of his hands in her body in such a sensual way.

His hand needed at the tender flesh, his thumb circling around her hardening bud with a feather-like touch. Sirius moved his face back into the side of her neck, showering slow kisses in many places. He sucked slightly on her sweet skin and with the right amount of pressure on her breast, pulled an unexpected moan from her throat. Not only surprising herself but Sirius as well. He bucked his hips forward into her, almost moaning at the noise of her himself.

"Can I take this off?" His fingers moved from her breast to the end of her nightgown, toying with the hem between his fingers waiting for her permission.

She agreed and sat up slightly so he could pull the dress off completely. This left her bare breast and only panties covering her body. Sirius looked mesmerized by the sight of uncharted skin between them.

"I know it's not much to offer." She stated, noticing his staring.

"Let me show you something." Sirius moved off of her, popping the button of his dark jeans open and practically ripping them off his legs. Leaving both of them in only underwear. He took her hand and lead it down the happy trail of dark hair. "This! This is what you do to me, you little minx. You are so beautiful!" He whined out as he helped her palm him through his thin, black boxers.

Sirius pulled her hands away from him, leaning forward once more. He kissed around her chest, along the fat of her breasts and up the valley between them. He repeated the action with his tongue dragging around them as well. He enclosed one of her nipples into his warm mouth, sucking against it like it was his life's mission. The noises he was pulling from her made him feel like a god. The fact that she was enjoying his company and he could give her pleasure had his ears, as well as other parts, rushing with blood.

He caressed a hand along her naval, rubbing soothing circles into her hips as they slightly rocked into his body. He played with the lace decor of her panties, rubbing over the growing wet patch. Her breathing became heavy, a surge of desire rushing through her bloodstream as his fingers ghosted over the aching areas.

"You can- you can touch me there, underneath them if you would like to." She murmured, eyes shut and focusing on the pleasurable feeling he was giving.

"Do you want me to?" He smiled at her through hooded eyes, her face contorting in turmoil.

"Yeah, please Sirius."

"How could I say no to such a pretty little thing."

Her cheeks tinted red from his comment as he hooked the sides of her panties with his fingers and slide them down her legs at a teasing speed. His thumb teased between the folds, finding her slightly engorged clit. Rubbing half-circles over it, he noticed her tense at the motions, legs trying to clamp shut. He dipped his thumb lower to reveal the seeping wetness and exposing it to his skin before dragging it back up to her clit. This time pressing harder as he circled it fully, watching the pleasure on her face the entire time.

Ears perking and cock twitching as the quiet, breathy moans of his name she let out. He switched hands, letting one continue to rub her aching clit as the other hand moved lower towards her entrance. Easily slipping a single finger in, catching her by surprise. He worked it in and out while simultaneously stroking her clit. Once her moans start to become more frequent, he added another finger into the mix.

"How's this? Feel good?" Sirius whispered into her ear, voice husky and full of lust.

"Mmhmm!" She mumbled out her answer quick, eyes shutting to focus on the pleasure and new sensation.

Her body continued to quiver against his, and judging by the way she was clenching around his fingers. He knew she was close. He applied more pressure with his thumb, her moans became more consistent with his strokes. Her moan cut off suddenly, her mouth forming an 'o' shape as her body shuttered against his.

Sirius could tell she was cumming before she even knew what was happening. "That's it, what a good girl." She clenched harder around him as her breath started to even out slightly.

He pulled his fingers out of her, maintaining eye contact as he sensually pushed his fingers past his own lips. Sucking softly on them as a groan lifted from his chest. Blood rushing more south by the taste of her. The tange catching his arousal off guard for a second. "Are you ready darling? We can take it slow, we don't have to tonight."

"I want to! I-I want you Sirius. I need you." She babbled as she watched his fingers fall slowly from his mouth.

The air became thick with need as Sirius moved away from her to undress himself fully. His breathing became heavy as he slowly pulled his boxers off, teasing himself from the rushed and frantic pleasure he normally endured during hook-ups from the past. She peered at him from between her legs. He was about to be her first everything, the first cock she would have ever seen. It looked perfect to her, even having never seen another before.

He was a medium sized girth. The length looked like a comfortable size, sure there would be a stretch with it being her first time. But he looked to be a comfortable fit, not looking too scary with a slight curve upward. Sirius crawled over her, his hands holding himself up with her head in between his hands. He looked intently down at her. Lust still prevalent but a look of longing and love also filled his senses. He leaned down and collected her lips into a deep kiss full of passion.

"Are you ready?" He kissed along her neck waiting for her to respond to him. She told him that she was ready, he reached between them and ran his cock between her, caressing her clit with the tip a few times.

He caught her entrance for a second and pushed forward slightly, engulfing most of the tip inside. She squealed quietly with the pressure sensation, pulling his shoulders down towards her. Sirius began pushing in further, taking his time and making sure she was relaxed as he pushed more in. About halfway down, she clamped up and began for hyperventilate. He looked up at her face, noticing her eyes screwed shut, he tried to pull out but she told him that she was okay and he could continue.

The pressure was not necessarily painful, the remanence of her first orgasm still fresh within her body helped her relax. He started stretching her more and more the further he pushed until he bottomed out completely inside of her. He kissed around her face as she squealed once more because of the full feeling that held within her blissed stomach. He rested against her body, chests pressed firmly against each other as he cradled her head in his hands. Her arms around his neck as the slight pain dissolved.

"Sirius?" She whispered in his ear.

"Yes love?"

"You can move now."

Sirius kissed her lips once more and trailed more down to her neck as he slowly pulled his hips back from her body. Tentatively, he rocked forward into her, moaning at the warm, suction she was giving him. He was not sure what it was, probably emotions, but sex for him had never felt this good. Each gentle stroke he made into her, sent shocks of pleasure to each finger tip of his. His face fell into her neck, muffling every little or loud noise he made against her. The vibrations of the noises sent a sense of pride through her body.

Still sensitive from the previous orgasm, she felt amazing and comfortable. The happy trail that lead to wide patch of trimmed black hair rubbed against her clit. A tingling sensation filling her chest each time he pushed forward. Her own hips starting to rock into his calm strokes.

"I-I've never - oh merlin-" the feeling of her clench around him as his thumb softly circled her clit once more cut his words off. "Never had sex... this slow.. I- never thought it to—be this...glorious. Baby you feel so good." He moaned loudly each time she clamped onto him.

"Feel so full Sirius. Feel so wonderful." Her hand pulled at the nape of his neck, catching his hair between her fingers. Legs locked around his hips as she felt herself nearing another end. The emotions running rampant through her body heightened every sense. The pleasure in her lower belly felt intense, causing tears to start to flow from her eyes. Another tight circle of his thumb had her coming undone around him. Moaning directly into his ear as she held him tighter to her body. Trying to seek every inch of him into her grasps.

The noises, the actions, everything about the whole interaction had Sirius convulsing. He was about to cum, almost embarrassing quick for himself. The feeling of her cumming worsened his control as he felt himself topple over the edge. Almost instantly spilling into her.

"I love you." Sirius held onto her tightly as she felt warmth fill up her womb. Her heart and body tightened as he listened to his words. Basking in the golden feeling she was currently experiencing. As Sirius weakly rocked through their orgasms she whispered back to him that she also loved him. Both of them feeling a copious amount of love and joyfulness.

The pair stayed like that for a little bit. Tears filled her eyes earlier were pooled down her cheeks but no more were spilling. Sirius was seated inside her still, not moving even and inch off of her. She noticed his shoulders start to shutter as well as the muffled sniffles against her shoulder.

"Sirius? Honey, what's wrong?" She stroked his head, running her fingers through his tangled, sweaty hair.

"It's nothing." He tried to mumble off but she persisted on coaxing out his misery. "I've never felt love like that. Never been slow and soft. Never felt so loved."

She continued to coo at him and give him reassuring compliments. But still he felt his own insecurities and doubts bubbling to the surface.

"I'm sorry. I don't normally blow my load that quick. I'll make it up to you I promise!"

"Sirius look at me." She grabbed his face with both hands and stared into his eyes, nothing but love and satisfaction on her face. "I couldn't have asked for a more perfect moment." Before pulling him into a comforting embrace.

When Sirius had finally pulled out of her, he quickly ran out of the room. She felt a bit confused but slightly hurt. He ran rather quick as if he was disgusted by the act the pair had just committed. Stress and worry started to fill her mind as she felt the tears pool into her eyes and spill over one tear at a time. She thought they had finally made a breakthrough, when she wiped her eyes she noticed the red stains from the tears. Perfect way to top it all off.

She hiccuped shocked when she watched Sirius waltz back into the room, fresh pair of boxers on his body. Hands full of clothes and a rag. He gently began to wipe down her shaky thighs and intimate parts.

"Why are you cry- are you bleeding? Oh Merlin! Did I hurt you?" Sirius spoke frantically, confused and hurt by the thoughts of hurting her.

"No, Sirius" she laughed slightly at him, "it's a condition I have."

He just nodded, unsure of what to say back to her. He decided to finish cleaning her up and dressed her in a pair of his boxers and a loose shirt. Topping it all off with a kiss to her lips. The pair cuddled up together under the covers. Her hand and head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His had his arm wrapped around her body, one hand resting of her stomach.

"Let's hope it took darling, though I would not mind trying again with you." Sirius giggled like a little teenage boy.

"Yes let's hope." She laughed along with him.

"I'm going to take you out tomorrow night. Just us. Some place nice. Some place you deserve." Sirius spoke with determination.

"I'd love that a lot Mr. Black." She peppered a few kisses against his chest before closing her eyes to drift off into sleep.

"I'd do anything for you, Mrs. Black."

#sirius black #sirius black smut #smut imagine #arranged marriage #slight angst #smut #maraders era #sirius black x fem!reader #innocent reader #regulus black x platonic!reader #implied pregnancy

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persephonesdreams21 · 22 days ago

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The Bird and the Bee |Story Master-List|

Synopsis:

Itching for independence, Regulus decides to move out on his own(much to his older brother Sirius’ dismay)

An older, rent controlled apartment building mostly occupied by elderly tenants catches his eye. Cheap. Not to far away from his college. Perfect, or so he thinks.

What he wasn’t expecting is you. His new neighbor from across the hall. Soft and pretty and all too welcoming.

Que the self sabotage and brooding. Because he can’t have a healthy relationship with someone who actually wants to get to know him…can he?

Intimacy isn’t easy, and this is the story of two people learning how to love each other.

✨Spoilers✨Art student who’s obsessed with animation and cartoons Reggie. Reader with crippling anxiety who smokes too much weed and bakes to cope.

Pairing:

Modern!Trans!Regulus x Plus size AFAB! Reader

Rating:

Explicit. MDNI. Will explore sexuality and relationships and intimacy in all of its messy rawness. Talks of past trauma and abuse(fuck you very much Walburga and Orion Black)Also- bottom subby whiny boyfriend Reg. That’s forsure gonna be a thing.

Chapter One coming soon!

#Regulus Black #regulus black smut #regulus black x reader #regulus black x reader smut #timothee chalamet smut #modern au #marauders modern au

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masivechaos · 1 year ago

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ast dance - send me a trope (enemies to lovers,...) + a type of reader (shy! reader, rockstar! reader...) + a character from the list above -> i'll write a short blurb!

friends to lovers + popular!reader + regulus black (guess who my fav character is 💀)

NICER THAN YOU - regulus black x gn! reader [0.481k] .ೃ࿐

summary: regulus' friends try to convince him you like him back

warnings: swearing

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People were so surprised when you and Regulus started to be friends and the discussions were filled with both of your names when you were around. You both were so different. You were a little ray of sunshine while him… well he was Regulus Black, the typical Slytherin that would only smile if it was before throwing a snarky comment. But somehow it worked.

You sat down at the Slytherin table, your tie unmatching the rest of the students. “Good morning, Reggie,” you smiled and you could hear his friends snickering at the nickname, but mostly they were impressed he didn’t kill you for calling him such a name.

“Hi,” he murmured as he discreetly slipped your favourite food into your plate.

“Thank you.”

Barty shared a look with Evan as he mocked you “Thank you,” he said imitating your voice. Regulus shot him a glare and you stopped him from saying or doing anything to his friend by placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

The group started to talk but you and Regulus were having a side conversation. “I love the book you gifted me!”

“Really?”

“Yes! The characters are so good! And the plot twist? The plot twist- don’t let me start on that one.” He smiled warmly at you, he could listen to you talking for hours.

“Y/n!” someone called for you from the Ravenclaw table. It happened a lot, everybody knew you and everybody liked you. Regulus couldn’t think of one person who didn’t like you, how could they?

You excused yourself before getting up. Leaving the Slytherins alone, the group started to talk. “This is honestly painful,” Barty complained.

“I agree,” Dorcas added.

“Shut up,” Regulus answered.

“They are right though,” Evan said. “You should tell them you love them.”

“No,” Regulus simply replied before adding “They don’t like me back.”

Barty looked at him, exasperated “Out of all of their friends, they spend most of the time with you. And– I really like you man but– they have some courage to bear you all day long when some people could be nicer than you. So yeah, they like you for sure.”

“One, fuck you. Two… are you sure?”

“Yes!” his three friends answered. Regulus looked at you from afar as you laughed and without meaning to, he started to smile. A small and discreet smile, but still.

“So what are you going to do?”

Regulus took a sip of his drink, ignoring his friends, before getting up and searching for something in his bag. He pulled out a letter. He wrote it some time ago, when he let the idea of dating you cross his mind but he quickly decided not to give it to you. But maybe now it was the right time. He wasn’t planning on watching you as you read it, but he could discreetly slip it in your bag...

⋆ ★ regulus black taglist: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @inkluvs @cauliflowertree @madison-rebel @moonlitmeeks @rhydianissuperior @loveeharrington @meredarling @jackys-stuff-blog @elenatries2write @juneberrie @f4iry-blush @gilmore-angel @heartfucks @songs4themoon @moondemon123 @mystic-writings @siriusblackstwin @natashxromanovf @unadulterated-syd @garfieldsladybird @starconfettii @percy-the-hufflepuff @fairydxll @spookydarkwitch @duxpuella @innerloverpainter @kieracassette @whennyxfallsinlove @venussflytraps @oncasette @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @widowbf @starlit-epiphany @rosalyn-s @etanordiesbullsh!t @sageskisses444 @luvmarsbars @jsjcue @mellozhi

#margot is writing! ੈ✩‧₊˚#margot's 1k event .ೃ࿐#last dance .ೃ࿐#the marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #young marauders #regulus black #regulus black x you #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x reader

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deli-writes-kiss-fics · 9 months ago

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Led Zeppelin & Sweet Drinks - Eric Carr x fem reader

MDNI (SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE STUFF)

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I don't know how many words but it's kinda long sorry lol. It'll be a two-parter if there's enough interest.

Not proofread - sorry for any mistakes. Love you all. Please reblog and show some love, I'd really appreciate it!

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April 9th 1976

Slow was the summer rain that fell against the window of a quaint little coffee shop on the corner of the street you lived on, just opposite the record store where you gazed lazily among its customers. You couldn’t say for certain how frequently you visited both the cafe and the record store but it was enough to be cheery with the owners and get free drinks or for the man behind the counter to hold back any newly released albums they thought you may like before they sell out. You had grown quite fond of the two places over the last couple of years, you wouldn’t say you were too much of an extrovert or introvert, perhaps you were a bit of both depending on the occasion. Nevertheless, you enjoyed your Friday afternoons where you had the day off, you worked two jobs which were both contrasting and yet in some way vaguely connected if you thought about it enough. You worked mainly as a magazine packager for a well known interior design magazine where you packed orders to be sent off for those with a subscription. It was repetitive which you didn’t mind so much but your second job was a lot more to your likening as a music lover; you worked any free shifts at the record store, it was rare to get a shift but it was nice to help out when you could. You swirled what was left of your drink in your cup, glancing down just long enough to decide whether you wanted another but you ultimately placed your cup drown and grabbed your things, eyes set on the record store where you knew, surely, Reggie had something waiting for you behind the counter.

You steps quickening as you passed over the road, waving to a incoming car before slowing down as you made it to the sidewalk, a few more steps and you were pushing the door open to the store and giving a wave to the middle aged man with salt and pepper hair that stood behind the counter, watching him tap it as a means to tell you he had something you’d want to collect. He had taken you under his wing when you had first moved to the area, graciously giving you your first job while his son was away at college. You strode up enthusiastically, passing someone as they were leaving.

“Whatcha got for me, Reggie?”

“I think you’re gunna like this one. It sold out pretty quickly so I knew I had to snag you one.”

“Well, that sounds promising! Hit me with your best shot”

“Lee Zeppelin. It’s called Presence. I can’t keep up with you youngsters these days” he chuckled as he handed over the record for you to see.

Your face lit up at the sight of the pristine album, you couldn’t of handed over the money quick enough and within a matter of a moment the item was bagged and you were itching to get home to listen to it.

“Thanks again, what would I do without you?”

“You wouldn’t have had to buy an extra three record cases” he remarked.

You laughed and moved to look at what was in the sale section, though you hadn’t the room for more records, looks like you’d have to buy yet another case. You couldn’t help but have your attention snagged when you heard a strong New York accent inquire about the album you had just purchased. And you recognised the disappointment in their tone when it was revealed it was sold out. You knew all too well that sinking feeling and you turned to glance as the man, made of mostly hair, decided to also browse what was being sold. You turned away when he moved along closer as he scanned the covers, not looking up, just shuffling sideways, much like you were doing. Your fingers flicked through the album one by one, caught in the surge of curiosity of what you could find as you meticulously scanned, like you had done so many times before, every Friday for the past couple of years. You weren’t paying attention and neither was someone else by the looks of it as you felt an arm bump into yours and quick

“Sorry-!” His voice was followed by the dash of a closed-lip smile

“No problem…” you were quick to respond, with your own smile too except you were beaming without meaning to.

“You…uh- looking for anything in particular?” He perked up as he still looked through the collection of ‘60s hits and compilations.

“Uh- no. No not really, I just like to browse. Though I’m sure I’ve seen every record in this store at least three times before now” you joke which earns a chuckle from him also.

“Bit of a music junkie then huh”

You laughed at his comment and moved along and in turn he took your previous spot. You both contently followed that pattern for about five minutes, only looking over when one of you pulled up album to read the front or back, taking curiosity in each other’s interests and piqued attention. You stopped to glance at your watch and realised you had to get back home to tape a rerun episode of The Ghost Busters where two men and their pet gorilla hunt spooks. You were about to wave and leave but something tugged in your chest, looking down at your bag. You sighed quietly and turned back around to face the man.

“Hey- listen. I feel like you would appreciate this more than me, seeing as you asked after it at the counter. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You piped up as you thrusted the bag almost into his hands.

“Uh- what do you mean?” He asked before looking in the bag. “I can’t take this- you paid for it and everything”

“Call it a favor. This means you owe me. So…”

“Eric. And really this is too much-“

“Eric, how about…you take me on a coffee date? As friends-! I’m always looking for ways to connect with people, especially if they like music as much as me” you chuckled and started to move toward the door.

“Okay- yeah…what day?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Can’t. Sunday?”

“Okay! Sunday! Lunch time at the cafe opposite here!” You called as you left, hurrying off back to your apartment.

You made it home just in time, barely. The fact that you had just got a date of sorts with a handsome man hadn’t hit you until after you set the VHS recorder up. You were still getting used to it since it was all brand new stuff and though your very skilled friend had told you many times, you had still managed to mess up a few times. After that ordeal, you finally pulled off your bag, jacket and shoes and discarded them next to your velvet-feel green couch. You moved almost sluggishly to your kitchen and put on your coffee machine, the good ol’ Bunn-O-Matic coffee maker which your aunt had gifted to you as your moving-out gift. It kept you running during busy weeks like this. As you watched the coffee drip into the pot, moving to grab your favourite mug from the cupboard above, placing it down but not letting go as it finally sunk in that you had a date. You actually had one. Okay, maybe it was just a friend date as you had blurted out but still…maybe there was a chance. He was gorgeous after all. And that smile….wow, he could’ve had you fainting with just that.

With your cup ready in its entirety, you just had to pour the coffee before taking your cup of happiness to your window chair in the kitchen, grab the book you’re halfway through and sink into one of your favourite parts of the day.

Saturday flew by, and your morning was filled with housework while you had some errands to run you would usually have done on Sunday but as you now had plans, you had to undertake the tasks early. Once you were home you had laundry to tackle, there was a particular outfit you wanted to wear and unfortunately, it seems it had been wasted on your big trip to the grocery store earlier this week. So you were going to wear it and look damn good in it.

Sunday 11th

The morning came, and you got a surprisingly good amount of sleep which gave you a good feeling about the day, you just hoped it stayed going good. One of the new songs from KISS's new album came on the radio; Flaming Youth from their new album Destroyer. You smiled, glancing over to your poster that displayed The Demon, The Starchild, The Catman and The Spaceman. The song reminded you of how things were like between you and your parents when you would listen to music that they didn't understand when you were younger, not so much younger. And nothing had changed other than the fact you had your own place and no one to complain.

You had discovered KISS when you were on a naughty night out after work, which you shouldn't have done given it was a Tuesday and you had work the next day. But you somehow ended up at the Popcorn Pub with two of your friends who were born and raised New Yorkers. The pub was way quieter than you were expecting but you had been happy to sit somewhere more docile with a drink and your friends, having just come from a packed club. And then these four guys with white facepaint and instruments rocked up, you remember just sitting there with piqued interest and a confused look plastered on your face but you remained open-minded. It took a few songs but you grew to love it. You were totally in your element by the end of the night and you were sad when it came to an end. Eventually, you stumbled home to your small apartment at the time, you missed work the next day.

The memory made you smile, the song was long over when you came back to earth. Sighing as you moved to make yourself a strong cup of coffee, needing a boost to get your butt in gear. You wanted to give your apartment the once over before you left just incase you ended up back here with Eric. Unlikely but not impossible. You plodded to the couch, flicking on the news to see what was going on in the world. Boring. Politics and votes. Nothing of interest to you. You switched over and watched some random rerun of a soap. You eventually found yourself nursing an empty cup as the credits rolled, glancing at the clock before you realised you had to get moving. Like. Now. Or else you'd be late.

"Damn-!"

You scurried around getting your clothes out of the dryer which you had left running way too long and knew you'd pay for it later, literally. You pulled on your clothes while trying to do other things at once and failing. You finally were dressed, shoving your feet into some shoes haphazardly as you nearly fell trying to walk in them too soon, hunting down your jacket and bag. Finally, you make it out the door with everything, hopefully.

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You push open the door to the cafe, the bell above the door announcing your arrival, prompting its customers to glance your way. You slow your pace, looking for a familiar set of brown eyes. You didn't find them but you did hear someone behind you, you realised to should move out of the way, moving in ans turning to apologise.

"Sorry...I didnt- oh"

Well, it seemed that timing was on your side, Eric had turned up just about the same time as you. You couldn't help but smile at the chances.

"I was worried I was going to be late. Let's go find a seat?" Eric spoke up and motioned for you to walk ahead.

You nodded and moved towards the other end of the cafe, sitting in the comfy seats nestled in the corner. You both got settled and looked at the menu.

"I always look at the menu but end up getting the same thing I always get anyway..." You comment

"That is...very true. How about we pick each others drinks. Take a chance?"

You thought for a moment. "Alright. Let's hope it goes well" you laugh.

"I usually get a coffee, but only one cup. It's rare I have a second cup unless I'm really drained" Eric admitted, you nodded along. You knew not what to pick now.

"I get hot chocolate, usually." You inform which earns a simple nod before you both turn your attention fully back to the menu.

You browse the menu with new curiosity, you decide to get an "everything hot chocolate"

You both put in your orders at the counter separately so it would be a surprise. You definitely snuck a few looks at Eric when he wasn't looking, you just had to check him out, he was the definition of eye candy.

"So...Eric. what do you do for work?"

"Ah. It's going to sound super boring but I fix ovens, not the best job but it pays, y'know."

"It's honest work. One that not many think about I suppose. You don't think about that kind of job until you need your oven fixed. Remind me to get your number in case my oven brakes"

"Yeah. Right. That the only reason you'll need me after this date huh? Are you sure your oven ain't broken ans that's why you haven't run a mile yet?" He chuckled.

"Of course not! Who do you take me for? Some con? No. I'm totally just here for your wallet" you joke. As you watch as Eric looks and notices it's gone from the table and his pocket. The panic on his face was comedic. You had sneaked it off the table as he hadn't been looking while you were joking. Moments before you commented about taking it. You offered it back with a smile just as your drinks came.

"Oh. Sly. Very sly." He smirked.

"I've learnt a few better tricks as a kid than taking a wallet when people aren't paying attention. My estranged-ish uncle was a pickpocket and on the days when my parents let him see me, reluctantly, he taught me tricks secretly." You admitted

"Well I'll be checking my pockets before I leave" he laughed a bit.

You thanked the waitress for the drinks and gave a surprised hum. A coffee milkshake. You noticed Eric seemed to be happy with his order of hot chocolate with fresh whipped cream, cocoa powder, marshmallows and a mini cookie on the side.

"Good choice" he said

"Ditto"

You both took a sip of your drinks and nodded in approval.

"So what do you do for work? I told you mine. Now it's your turn."

"I'm a waitress at a fancy restaurant and hotel" You admit as you use the straw to try and eat some of the whipped cream before it all melts away. "It's not much fun but it pays pretty well due to its popularity. Especially if I'm working evenings."

"Honest work. As you said. If there's a need. There'll be a job." Eric spoke truthfully and you nodded in agreement.

For the rest of the date you spoke about everything, and conversation came easily. You debated on music, movies, aliens even. Back to music again and then got into a heated debate about the best sci-fi movie but you didn't come to an agreement but laughed it off anyway.

"So, what do you do in your free time?" Eric asked as you both 6 the cafe and started to just walk. No destination in mind.

"Hm. The only free time I get is usually the weekend. I should've been working today but someone owed me a shift to be covered. But usually I just read or watch shows. I do love Saturday Night Live with a hot drink. God...that makes me sound like a pensioner" You laugh

"No no. You like what you like. You like music though, do you go to concerts?" He asked as you watched while he kicked a pebble out of the way

"Oh yeah. I go to gigs at bars and pubs. I go to concerts whenever I can. I don't even mind if I'm not big on the band. It's about the experience."

"Any bands I'd know?"

"Black Sabbath, Queen, Led Zeppelin and KISS"

"Oh damn-! That's so cool. Looks like I know who to call when there's a good band playing though I haven't really heard any KISS. They good?"

"Yeah. I actually saw their first show. It was at a place called the Popcorn Pub. They've already come a long way. Oh...since we're heading that way anyway, do you wanna go to mine?" You ask as you turn to him and stop, pointing the same way you're both walking.

"Yeah sure. I've got nothing planned." Eric smiled and you nodded.

You ended up in your apartment, kicking your shoes off, Eric followed suit. You lead him to the living room where you both sink into the couch and relax.

"I hope I wasn't too forward with inviting you here. Or even asking you out on a date" you laugh lightly

"Not at all. It's been a while since I've been on a date...and it was surprising but not in a bad way. I've enjoyed myself. It's hard to find people to connect with nowadays. Plus. How many men can say they'd been asked out by a beautiful woman."

A flush came to your cheeks. "I uh...you're not too bad yourself." You said as your voice gets a little caught in your throat. You hear Eric laugh.

"Oh don't get all shy now! Where'd all that confidence go? Was it those huge platform boots that held all your confidence?" He chuckled and it only make you redder.

"Oh whatever" you swat him and laugh. "Want a drink? I've got some homemade lemonade in the fridge."

"That'd be great, thanks"

You nodded and left to get two servings before heading back in, your face less red and you didn't actually feel embarrassed, you felt quite comfortable in Eric's company. You place the drinks down, moving to stand straight before you put a record on, Stevie Wonder's Signed, Sealed and Delivered. You head back to the couch and move to sit down but your foot is caught under the rug, you don't even register that you're falling until you're on top of Eric, your hips on his, your face dangerously close. The only sound is the faint singing and each others ever quickening breaths. You should get off him. You should move. But part of you feels stuck. You can feel your heart in your chest, it feels thunderous to you. And you could swear you could feel Eric's too. He hasn't pushed pushed off yet. His hands had moved to your waist when you fell to catch you and you could feel his grip tighten, you guessed it was an unconscious action but the feeling of his hands on you stirred something inside. A yearning. A want. Your grip on the cushions under Eric tightened, your eyes flickering down to Eric's lips. Fuck. Was that a bad move, you felt Eric shift as soon as your eyes moved from his. You went to speak but nothing came out. You looked back up to meet his suddenly intense stare. You didn't know if it was intentional but Eric's hand placement and grip were pressing your hips into him, the feeling of his bulky jeans made something stir in you. It had to be obvious to him. The way your breathing was picking up. The way your cheeks were reddening. The way you almost closed the gap between the both of you. And then you did it. You made the mistake of squirming.

"I- sorry- I should-" you stuttered out, gulping, you knew you should get up but you ended up squirming more as Eric kept you in place. Did he...want you to stay there? Your gaze moves back to his, you could feel his chest heaving more than before. How his cheeks had grown red. How a particular part of him was a little more obvious than the rest. You could feel it. Finally, Eric spoke. In the softest of tones. His voice barely a whisper. Stuttering out his words a little before he fully said what he wanted to.

"Do you...wanna..."

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ellecdc · 16 days ago

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hii i've got a halloween request if ur up for it hehe

so basically there's this tell tale story of a board game where u solve a jigsaw puzzle and once u solve it, it looks like the room you're in including you in it. it's like cursed or paranormal or smth

what about this as humour or horror (up to u) with james or reggie or whichever u find best fit

love ya thanks for all ur pretty writings 🧸

-🩷

hahaha aaaah so spooky! this is my first time trying to write something like this, so hopefully I didn't completely botch it? but because it's Halloween, I wanted to give it a try! thanks for your request <3

Regulus Black x gn!reader who work on a puzzle together [700 words]

CW: cursed puzzle, spooky ending? but idk if it's actually spooky because I've never written anything spooky before

“What did you say this puzzle was supposed to be again?” Regulus asked as he scrutinised the edge pieces he’d accumulated.

“I didn’t.” You laughed. “I found the pieces in a ziplock bag, I have no idea what it’ll turn out to be.”

“It’s not very colourful.” He mused as he started matching pieces together, causing you to snort.

“‘It’s not very colourful’ he says. Reg, babe, I love you, but have you looked around your flat recently?”

Regulus looked up at you before letting his eyes fall to the rest of his living room. The walls were the same colour they were when he moved in (i.e., sanitary white), and every piece of furniture he had was black (because they wouldn’t show dirt, amour). You had succeeded in convincing him to buy some art for the walls, but…they followed more or less the same colour pattern.

“It’s called minimalism, amour. It’s very trendy.” He sniffed.

“Of course.” You agreed with a smile. “My trendy boy.”

You laughed again as he flicked a piece at you, picking it up from the floor where it’d bounce off your jaw.

“You’re a minx.”

“I’m your minx.” You corrected. He simply hummed in acknowledgement as the two of you continued your project.

“Oh, I almost didn’t see this piece on your table,” you commented as you pushed the offending piece closer to Regulus for him to inspect, “it’s practically the same colour!”

Sure enough, Regulus’ brows furrowed as he pulled the piece closer to him. “Wow, that’s actually sort of freaky.”

“How’s that for a colour match, hm?” You chuckled as you took the piece back. “Next time Sirius accidentally knicks it with his astronomical number of bracelets, you can just bring this piece in as a paint sample.”

“There’s not going to be a next time because he’s not allowed over anymore.”

“Regulus.” You chided.

“Amour.” He volleyed quickly.

“Try again.”

He let out a long suffering sigh that you knew was mostly for show (though certainly not all for show). “We have a bowl at the front door that’s-”

“-there to keep his bracelets safe whilst he visits.” You finished along with him with a beaming smile. “That’s right.”

“Tu as de la chance tu es si mignon.” He muttered under his breath as he continued the puzzle.

The two of you continued in relative silence until Regulus eventually broke it. “What did you say this puzzle was supposed to be?”

You went to laugh at his repeated question again before you felt your brows pinch in confusion. “I…didn’t… wait, Reg-”

You pointed to a portion of the puzzle he’d finished whilst you weren’t paying attention. “That looks like the painting on your wall, over there.”

His eyes darted behind you where you’d just gestured to confirm that the painting matched.

“It even looks like the same wall.” You continued apprehensively.

The two of you paused as you looked at the rest of the puzzle and the pieces each of you had in your hands.

Slowly - as if worried something was going to jump right out of the image should you startle it - you finished the puzzle that now showcased this very room that the two of you were sitting in…including each of you.

The image was a perfect match, from the amount of light the windows were letting into Regulus’ living room as the sun began to set, the blanket you had thrown over your lap earlier but was now bunched up at the end of his sofa, the jumper Regulus had been wearing when the two of you were at the market that he laid across the back of the couch, and the outfits each of you were wearing.

Neither of you made a sound as you both considered the image in front of you.

“Amour?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’d you say you found this puzzle?”

You let out a nervous chuckle as you rubbed the pads of your fingers and thumbs together. “Uhm…I found it on your bookshelf.”

He was quiet as he considered your response, eyes still glued to the finished puzzle.

“Amour?”

“Yeah?”

“Go put your shoes on.”

Well, you certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

#marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black fic #regulus black blurb #regulus black drabble #regulus black imagine #regulus black ficlet #regulus black fluff #ellecdc fics

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patrophthia · 1 year ago

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Congrats on 1k!!! ♡

I'm literally craving for Regulus × hufflepuff!reader so badlyyy, maybe like the reader is rlly hard on herself and she gets a bad exam mark or smt and then she like cries and reggie's just there comforting her? (Lol the reader is ME)

Orrr

Can you do like where the reader is a popular singer (kinda like Taylor swift) and they have an argument together (reggie and reader) before a big concert the reader has to attend to and she's like really sad on stage cause Regulus doesnt attend it and maybe midway through the concert he joins and then the reader just feels better and after the concert they make up!!

Lol you can choose whichever prompt you prefer<3

~♡~

i went the former (mostly cuz i didn’t know how to write the latter and) because same, i get you!!

a(cceptable) | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: established relationship, comfort, im no good at angst so this is me trying

part of my 1k celebration event !

Regulus can read you as easily as he can read a book. It’s in the slight pull of your brow, and soft pout that gives away your mood.

You’re upset, about something he hasn’t figured out yet, but from the look on your face he’s able to make a wild guess that it has something to do with your test. The one you took last week and would be handed back to you by —approximately today.

“What’s wrong, amor?” He asks you. In truth, Regulus knew full well what was wrong, but he wanted to give you the freedom to rant to him. To have someone be there for you, to listen and to reassure. “Did something happen?”

You’re fully frowning when you look at him. “I got a failing grade,” you tell him, handing over your test paper.

A glance at the paper tells Regulus what exactly he needed to know, you’re being to harsh on yourself. An A(cceptable) was not a failing grade, sure it was a huge different to your test marks but you’re only human and you’re bound to skip up once in a while.

He could only hope you know that.

He doesn’t tell you that this wasn’t a failing grade. You both knew that your grades were passable at best, it just wasn’t up to your standards; so he listens to you instead.

“I’m so mad at myself,” you murmur, “why do I even try when this is the best I could do?”

“You did your best right?” A nod from you has him continuing. “That’s all that matters, love. You made a mistake this once and that’s fine, everyone makes mistakes it’s a part of living. And for what it’s worth, this grade doesn’t change a thing, you’re still the smartest girl I know.”

“Even if I got an A in muggle studies?” You ask him timidly.

Regulus nods, smiling softly at you. “Even if you got an A in muggle studies,” he repeats, and —just for extra measures, he makes sure to tell you about how he’s only ever gotten a D(readful) on the subject.

#regulus black x you #regulus black x reader #regulus black x yn #regulus black fluff #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black imagines #🧳: my writing #🍰: 1k with patro!

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nyccx · 8 months ago

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Super rich kids with nothing but lose ends

Draco Malfoy x Reader

This story is inspired by this song

((One of my favs))

Also this is my first story on heree

You were getting ready with Pansy, because you two were supposed to go out with the guys. Every one knew what you were going to do. “Should I bring my books to study?” You asked,even though you already knew the answer. “Is that a joke or something you know we always say we’re going to study and then just drink some shit and forget what we’re supposed to do.” Pansy answered while applying her new perfume. “I knoww but I thought we might actually study this time, Snape is on my ass with all those exams, I thought he liked the Slytherin kids more but he seems to just really hate me.” You moaned. “Noo you get it all wrong he hates everyone he just hates you the most.” She said laughing. “Wow thanks a lot now I feel better.” You laughed. “No problem,btw are you done yet Draco and Mattheo are waiting.” She said reading the text she got from them. “Yea sure but what about Blaise,Enzo,Theo,Tom and Reggie?” You asked. “they’re getting the stuff yk also lets go outside nowww.” She whined. “Alrr sorry for making you wait so long for your dray dray.” You said while basically dying of laughter. “Yea right cuz I’m the one missing draco over the holidays.” She protested . “Oh shut up and let’s goo.” You replied.

As you got to your fav hang out spot you could already smell the weed Theo probably brought, you sat besides between Enzo and Blaise (mostly cuz the were the most chill and didn’t care about ur raging crush on Draco). Draco stood up and offered you a glass of wine they brought. You asked him what whine it was he didn’t know and even if he knew he was probably too drunk to even pronounce the name,if he was only half as drunk he would probably not even be able to speak to you. After some drinks and some talking you noticed how Blaise and Theo were hyping Draco up, you didn’t quite get why but u thought it was quit funny and you couldn’t stop staring cuz his hair was so MMM and his hands were so AAAAAH and don’t get me started on his eyess. After some time of actually listening to what they said you were even more confused because Theo was always telling Draco he could cut his confidence in half and still have to much so you didn’t get why he was now basically screaming at him that he was usually so confident he should just go for it so you were like totally confused, but after like 15 minutes of them hyping draco up Draco got up and said, “alright but y’all owe me,because this is going to be wayy to embarrassing if it doesn’t go how y’all said.” And they just nodded. Then he walked towards you and asked if he could talk to you in private for a bit and you agreed.

So you went with him and as soon as you were out of hearing distance he just couldn’t stop talking “Okayy so I know you probably got a crush on Enzo or something but you are like the best thing that ever got in my life cuz even if I tried I can’t stop thinking about you and believe me I tried since second year so I just had to get it out and I know your probably gonna reject me cuz I’m not your type but I love you and I just had to say it cuz my thoughts of you were just eating me up soo yeaa.” And for a second you just didn’t know what to say,so you just grabbed him by his shirt and gave him a kiss after while you opened your mouth basically giving him the permission to slide his tongue in,and so he totally did when you both stoped you just said “I love you.” And what happened next was a blur cuz everyone was pretty drunk.

The next morning you woke up looked up and you were about to scream until you saw Draco beside you.

Later after everyone was awake Pansy showed you the video she secretly made cuz you totally forgot and after that day there wasn’t a day that draco wasn’t there.

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #slytherin #slytherin gang #Spotify

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zerolostwalks · 10 days ago

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🎵🫖🗂

<3333!!

Heya!! Thanks for the ask!! ^_^

🎵: Do you create playlists for your fics?

Sometimes. Sometimes the playlist is shared with the fic, sometimes it's just for me. The hardest things about playlists though is sometimes I find a really great song for one but it's not available in the format I've made the playlist in. . .looking at you Judas x Phantom of the Opera being only on youtube.

🫖: If you had a tea party with your blorbos you write the most, how would it go?

Ooooh geez. . .first off are we talking currently write or written over all time because . . .well actually I don't know if either of those would be better XD Honestly. . .with my two main current blorbos (Donnie from TMNT and Reggie from JatP) being pizza lovers a pizza party would probably go over a lot better. (If we go back in time and throw my OC blorbo's and Gaz and ZIm from Invader Zim, things would probably only get more chaotic)

🗂: Do you make moodboards for your fics or blorbos?

I have made a plethora of Julie and the Phantoms moodboards. I once tried to make a moodboard masterpost. . .thing was a mess!! XD TMNT not so much and I think mostly for other peoples fics. That's even including my weird scrapbooking/journaling layouts. They aren't moodboards but I did make headers for my Crash and Burn reader x Donnie series. (edited some free stock photos)

Fic Writing Asks!

#thanks for the ask!!#I seriously debated going and hunting down the links for the moodboard for the other fics #but those were sent in asks to their respective author(s)#and I don't want to fight tumblr's search engine right now

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somewereinthegalaxi · 1 year ago

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Thanks for the tag @starchaser-lily

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a-constant-gay-panic · 2 years ago

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pairing: regulus black x fem!slytherin!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, oral sex (f receiving), penetration, hair pulling, pretty wholesome ngl

summary: regulus black. what can you say, you love to hate the guy. he constantly works you up, loving the way he gets under your skin and you do the same to him, annoying and undermining him whenever the opportunity arises. your relationship is… complicated, but you both love it.

word count: 5.6k (got carried away again-)

a/n: here's the regulus fic based off this request. hope it was what u were looking for anon

SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG! i swear i'm not dead! i've been really busy with studying and play auditions and rehearsals that i haven't had time to do anything 😭

there's not much angst in this… mostly just pining and reggie being there for you… but hope y'all enjoy this (long awaited) regulus fic regardless :) sorry again for the delay-

(not proofread btw 💀)

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regulus arcturus black, fellow slytherin and quidditch team member. you've known him since your first year and can't remember a time when you weren't at each other's throats.

whether it's competing with one another in potions and defence against the dark arts or trying to outshine the other on the quidditch pitch, there's hardly ever a time when you get along.

you could say, with full honesty, that he is the most infuriating (and handsome) person you've had the displeasure of coming into contact with.

‘that ridiculous hair… stupid defined jawline… those bloody eyes… that fucking shit-eating grin on his face …’

you're silently glaring at him from the corner of your eye, hating the way he can be so fucking annoying yet still look so good.

he's trying his hardest to hold back a laugh, loving how easily he can get under your skin.

the two of you are in potions, a lesson which you, unfortunately, sit next to him. from the moment you sat down, you knew it was going to be a long lesson. the light smirk never left his lips and you soon found out why when you see your quill was suddenly made of stone.

you shoot regulus a glare and get another one out of your bag. a few minutes pass by, undisturbed by the boy next to you. at least until you hear him mutter, “duro.” and watch in frustration as your ink pot turns to stone, matching your other quill.

“stop, will ya?” you whisper. “why? 's fun to watch you squirm.” he softly laughs, enjoying the annoyance on your face. you're not surprised in the slightest at the sexual innuendo, knowing that he's well aware of his words. he loves the way they make you shift in your seat.

you scowl at the boy and turn away, choosing to ignore him instead of indulging him and his amusement. “piss off.” you mutter.

despite your better judgement, you turn slightly to look at him when his quiet laugh reaches your ears once more, making your stomach flutter. it's a pretty well known fact that regulus black isn't one for outward acts of humour, he's the quiet and reserved black. that is, unless he's around you.

when he's with you he's constantly pushing your buttons, smiling at your reactions and laughing until his stomach aches and his eyes water. granted, it's all at your expense, but still… it intrigues you.

‘merlin he's pretty when he laughs…’

you frown at your sudden thought, shaking your head and looking away from his smiling expression. you refuse to be attracted to him. there's no way in hell you'd admit that he's the most gorgeous person you've laid your eyes on. you won't… yet you can't help but admire him for a little while longer out of the corner of your eye.

“i know i look good, but starin' is rude y'know?” his cocky words break the trance that you're in.

you scoff at him, “i wasn't starin' you twat.” he smirks yet again and leans closer so that his breath tickles the side of your neck slightly. “whatever you say love, whatever you say.”

‘fuck… don't blush, don't blush, don't you fucking blush.’

you desperately try to ignore his words and turn your back to him fully. “oh c'mon y/n!” his voice is teasing and you discreetly flip him off from under the table, his laughter being your only way of knowing that he saw.

“why don't you do your work 'stead of botherin' me?” you spit out.

the fluttering feeling in your stomach confuses and angers you. granted, regulus had gotten a great deal more handsome over the holidays. he's grown a few inches taller, as did his hair, his face is more defined and you definitely noticed his arms which seem to be more toned (most likely from quidditch training). you hated how he was the definition of perfection.

however, you weren't the only one admiring the other. regulus hasn't been able to take his eyes off you. your eyes captivate him and leave him wanting to gaze into them all day, your lips which he has an overwhelming urge to feel on his own. he admires everything about you and can't help the urge to bug you, knowing that it gives him an opportunity to talk to you and hear your sarcastic words which he loves…

loves? love? was what he's always felt for you hatred or love? it's a very thin line between the two and he didn't know anymore. all he knows is that you never fail to shock and amuse him, almost leaving him speechless. almost.

he pushes his intruding thoughts aside and leans closer to you. “but 's more fun to get you all worked up darlin'.” his words send a small shiver throughout your body.

you can't stop the heat which rises to your cheeks and practically bury your face in your book, immersing yourself in potions rather than the brunette beauty next to you, muttering another quiet, “piss off black.”

he smiles and surrenders, letting you get on with your work while he formulates a plan to rile you up again later.

— — — — — X — — — — —

you're walking to the common room, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and melt into a puddle of warmth as sleep takes you. unfortunately your plans come to an abrupt halt when you spot a group of students cheering and clapping.

‘what now?’

you roll your eyes and make your way over to them, your curiosity getting the better of you. you push your way to the front and stare in shock as anger slowly creeps up your chest.

there, surrounded by students, is sirius black and james potter. sirius has severus snape by the collar of his shirt while james fires jinx after jinx at the poor boy.

you've personally had more than a few horrid encounters with the oldest black brother. he works you up the wrong way and you'd do anything to wipe the smug smirk off his ridiculously stupid face. he's always found a way to make your blood boil and seeing him and potter humiliating snape like that was the final straw.

you've known severus for a good few years, properly and formally meeting him in your second year. you've always pitied how the so called ”marauders” treated him and felt pity for the kid about his blatant crush he had on lily evans which she didn't return. unlike most of the students at hogwarts, you didn't hate him. yes he was… complicated… but he was decent enough to you and he certainly didn't warrant this kind of treatment.

sirius soon releases severus as he starts to tap dance uncontrollably, the two gryffindor boys cackling at their “joke”.

“finite incantatem!”

all eyes turn to your fuming figure. you slowly lower your wand as you walk towards the three boys.

“y/l/n. d'you always have to suck the fun out of everythin'?” james grunts. you give him a sickly sweet smile, “when those involved are bein' a complete arse then yeah, i do. now how 'bout you and your little pet get the fuck out of here, hmm?” your tone is nothing less than condescending.

the students around you whisper and laugh, clearly enjoying the show.

regulus black manages to get past all the people and is greeted by the sight of his older brother and idiotic friend, a very exhausted looking snape and you, standing still with the impossibility sweet smile still gracing your lips. he could've sworn that you had looked angelic if it weren't for your eyes which could only be described as sadistic in intension.

sirius scoffs at your words. “how 'bout you fuck off yeah? go run along with your whore friends and leave the big boys alone.” he laughs at his crappy attempt at an insult and gives james a high five.

you stand there completely still as the fake smile disappears, leaving your face void of any and all emotion.

the two gryffindors turn to look at you and their joking dies down. you notice the way that james' adam's apple bobs nervously as he swallows thickly, waiting for your response.

you nod slowly, not saying a word as you make your way to them, getting closer and closer until you're an arms length from the two. you look up at sirius, not letting the height difference make you falter, and raise a brow at him expectantly.

“ 's that the best you got black? you think that piss poor insult 's gonna make me go cry d'you? well guess what,” you step closer, “it won't. so how 'bout you take my advice and just fuck off already.”

his eyes burn with anger as you turn away. you've reached the edge of the crowd when you hear him say, quite loudly, “yeah, jus' run away why don't ya. jus' like your mother.” he scoffs at the end.

all the students stand in shock at his words and you freeze in your spot.

it was no secret that your mother left you and got herself locked up in azkaban. you were only 7 and it was quite the gossip amongst wizards and witches that the respectable y/n/n family's name got tarnished, all because she got mixed up with death eaters.

it only got worse when you were sorted into slytherin, making everyone assume that you'd go in the same direction she did. you've been confronted and, quite frankly harassed, over it numerous times, most of it coming from sirius black.

it was quite a sensitive topic for you. you hated when someone brought it up and he bloody well knew that.

it's silent for a moment before you turn around, anger burning deep in your eyes as they meet sirius'. you smile sarcastically and walk closed to him once more.

“what was that black?” you ask. his eyes dart to james, who's subtly shaking his head, before confidently saying, “i said, ‘are you jus' gonna run away like a little bitch the same way your mother-’ ” his sentence dies as you quickly press your wand to his throat.

“hmm? wanna finish what you were sayin'? wanna speak 'bout my mother again? pretty bold considerin' your families long history with you know who and their involvement, don't y'think?” your voice is level and dark, silent and angry tears appearing in your eyes.

sirius swallows thickly as you press the tip of your wand harder into his skin, forcing him backwards until his back hits a pillar.

“what's the matter? snake got your tongue?” you smile mockingly at him. “y/n-” james starts. “say another word and i'll make sure you're in your friends position next time potter.” you hiss at him.

as much as regulus is enjoying the show, he can see a professor heading in the direction of the courtyard and quickly walks up to you, stopping you before you do or say anything else.

“y/n.” he says. you turn your head and look at him. “what d'you want regulus?” you ask in annoyance. he walks closer to whisper in your ear, “a professor is headed this way. i suggest you lower that wand and follow me, yeah?”

his breath tickles your ear and you begrudgingly obey, lowering your wand from the older black's throat as regulus starts to walk off.

you lean closer to sirius and menacingly mutter, “speak 'bout my mother one more time and i'll make sure it's the last thing you ever say.”

you turn quickly and follow regulus, hearing the whispers of your peers at the scene which played out in front of them.

— — — — — X — — — — —

regulus finally stops when he gets to the black lake and is slightly surprised to see that you listened to him but glad nonetheless.

you storm past him, getting closer to the lakes edge and pick up a rock before flinging it at the still water, watching as it bounces gracefully on the surface before finally sinking.

you huff and fling another one in the same manner, momentarily forgetting that you had a spectator.

regulus is leaning against a tree as he watches you, a frown on his face.

you pick up another rock, much heavier than the last few and hurl it at the water, a great splash occuring at the impact.

“fuck!”

you sigh in frustration and sink to your knees, anger coursing in your veins as tears prickle your eyes.

regulus pushes from the tree and slowly approaches you, an unfamiliar feeling deep in his gut and an unexplained pain in his chest.

he lowers himself next to you on the ground, looking at you as he is fully seated. “y/n…” he whispers.

you don't answer as you stare at the lake.

“y/n.” he says more forcefully, making you finally look at him. “what?” you harshly spit at him.

he opens his mouth to say something but closes it when nothing comes out. you scoff and stand, ready to walk away from him until his hand reaches up to grasp yours.

you stare at him in shock as he pulls you down to sit again. “are you ok?” he asks eventually.

you shake your head at his words. rolling your eyes you respond with a “jus' dandy thanks for askin'.”

you try to avoid eye contact as you feel the tears return with a burning sensation.

he sighs and grabs your hand again, bringing it to his lips, kissing the back of it softly. you turn to look at him in disbelief. “what's wrong love?” his voice is gentle and it leaves you both breathless and confused.

“nothin'... what's gotten into you black?” you say with a furrow in your brows. “nothin' has gotten into me. now don't lie, what's the matter?”

his hand rubs small, soothing circles onto the back of yours as he waits for your answer. you sigh in frustration and shake your head, knowing that he won't drop it.

“your brother. that's what's the matter. the bastard had no right to talk 'bout my mother like that, especially in front of everyone,” you scowl. “the audacity of that prick is unimaginable! as if the noble house of black is so fuckin' innocent!”

you stop in your tracks, momentarily forgetting that you were talking about regulus' family too. turning to look at him you mutter a quiet, “sorry.” he simple shakes his head. “no need to be sorry… by all means, continue.”

you're skeptical at first but soon continue nonetheless after seeing that he's genuinely not offended.

regulus silently nods as he listens to you rant about sirius, a sad frown appearing on his face as he hears you complain about your mother and how she left you all alone.

by the time you're done, you're out of breath, tears are streaming down your flushed face and regret slowly bubbles inside you for opening up so much to regulus.

“i… i don't know what to say…” he admits truthfully. you shake your head at him. “you don't have to say anythin'. i should get goin' anyways.”

you quickly pull your hand from his and wipe your face, standing up to get away from him but he stands with you and grabs your wrist, preventing you from walking away.

his eyes bore into your tear filled ones and soon realises that the pain in his gut is from seeing you like this. from seeing you in pain.

‘definitely love…’ he finds himself thinking as he pulls you into his arms, holding onto you tightly. his scent and warmth overwhelms all your senses and your walls slowly crumble.

you wrap your arms around his torso and he slowly walks the two of you backwards to a tree before sinking to the ground, back leaning against the trunk.

he listens once more as you mutter small bursts of, “ 's my fault…”, “i wasn't even a priority to her.” and “i hate her!” before he lifts your head to look into your eyes. “she jus' left… i don't have anyone anymore…” you utter in a broken whisper.

suddenly the pieces fit together in his mind. the reason you hide behind snarky remarks, the reason he's never seen you leave hogwarts for holidays if it wasn't necessary, the way you never seemed to get too close to anyone.

you were all alone. you didn't have anyone in your life. you were scared of people leaving you again. you were hurting and no one has tried to fix you.

he gently wipes your tears away, heart clenching at the sight of you so fragile in his arms.

“y/n… 's not your fault ok? none of this is… and you're not alone. not anymore.” he smiles softly at you.

“what d'you mean i'm not alone? merlin, i am alone regulus! i don't have a family, i don't have friends… i don't have anyone.” you sit up and untangle yourself from his embrace.

his hand slides down to your wrist once again as he stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“you have me.” his eyes are honest and true, the look making you shiver ever so slightly.

“what…?” you frown, not understanding what he's going on about.

“you heard me.” his expression never falters.

“what happened to the arsehole who used to mess my potions up? the same prick who used to turn my hair green whenever he could and mocked me daily. bloody hell, where's the guy from this mornin' who kept turnin' all my shit into stone? what happened to him? the guy who hated my entire existence?” confusion clouds your mind, not knowing why he's acting the way he is.

he frowns and shakes his head. “i've never hated you per say… jus' had an unyieldin' urge to annoy the life out of you 's all.” he smiles at the end.

you refuse to believe that he's being serious and try to move away from him. he notices this and pulls you closer to him, not letting you go.

he stares at you intensely, his gaze making your stomach flutter again. you're about to open your mouth to speak when you suddenly feel his on yours.

you freeze momentarily, shocked that the regulus black was kissing you. you.

however you soon melt into it, secretly loving the way his lips feel against yours and the way he holds you.

the two of you pull away to breath and rests his forehead against yours, his soft voice filling your ears.

“y'know, for someone who's s'posedly smart, you're such an idiot. can't you see i'm in love with you?”

you blush at his words, feeling shocked yet giddy at his confession.

you can't seem to formulate a proper sentence so instead you press your lips to his again, hoping to communicate all your feelings that way. he seems to get the point and pulls you impossibility closer to him.

there you sit, in regulus black's lap by the black lake, lips sealed to his in a bruising kiss as the two of you enjoy each other's company.

your hands hesitantly make their way to his hair, giving a soft, experimental, tug which elicits a soft moan from him.

you smile into the kiss and do it again, only a bit harder this time. he practically growls at you, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he pulls away.

“careful there love… don't start somethin' you can't finish.” he warns, hands rubbing your back.

you smirk and pull at his soft locks again, forcing his head up, exposing the delicate skin of his neck, the only way to describe the noise which escaped him being ‘pretty’. you lean down and attach your lips to his throat, biting and sucking softly as your hand never releases the grip it has on his hair.

he soon grows tired of your relentless and obvious teasing and forcefully removes you from his neck. he looks up at you and breathes, “this isn’t exactly the best place to be doin’ this y’know?” his eyes are dark as they stare into yours.

you had to admit that he was right. the two of you are fully exposed, out in the open for anyone to see if they had to walk past. you weren’t too keen on the idea of someone catching you in such a compromising position, after all, you’re basically on top of regulus, his hairs a mess as is yours, his one hand rests on your back while the other is splayed on your ass. not to mention the fact that there's now plenty of visible marks blooming on his neck thanks to you.

you know you should agree and leave it at that but you can’t find it in you to stop. “then where can we continue this?” you find yourself asking. regulus smirks at your eagerness and raises his brow at you.

“can’t get enough, can you?” he teases. you scoff and grab his tie, making him lean into you. you brush your lips against his and smile innocently when he releases a shaky breath. “as if you can. now, are we goin’ to go somewhere else? or would you rather we stopped?” his eyes widen in slight alarm at the idea of stopping. he quickly and gently moves you off of him and stands, offering you his hand.

you smile up at him and take it, gasping quietly when his lips attack yours once again. you both giggle as you pull away, regulus wasting no time before apparating the both of you to his dorm.

“did you jus’ see what i jus’ saw?” remus asks in disbelief. peter and james stand, mouth agape at what they just witnessed. “y’mean my brother and y/l/n snoggin’? yeah. unfortunately i did.” sirius huffs before taking a seat under a tree. “thought they hated each other?” james asks in confusion, moving closer to remus and reluctantly handing him 5 galleons, sirius noticing the action.

“you buggers bet on this?” he rolls his eyes at the two boys. remus shrugs as james simply nods and whistles in shock. “unbelievable.” sirius grunts. peter can't help the small laugh which escapes his mouth but quickly shuts up when sirius turns to shoot him a warning glare.

“unbelievable.” sirius mutters again.

— — — — — X — — — — —

you and regulus land on his bed with a thud, pausing your kissing momentarily as you quickly manoeuvre yourself so that you are straddling his hips. you smile down at the boy and he returns it, hand coming to gently caress your face.

“you’re beautiful y’know that?” he whispers. you laugh at his words, still not used to hearing him praise you instead of teasing you. “what’s so funny?” he laughs slightly, unable to stop himself when he hears your contagious laughter.

“nothin’... jus’ not used to this regulus black ‘s all.” you say. he tilts his head to the side. “this regulus black?” he lifts his head up, nose in the air as he says, “what on earth are you talkin’ ‘bout?” faking a posh accent to his best ability. you shake your head with a smile, moving your arms to drape over his shoulders.

“y’know what i mean. ’s awfully different hearin’ you compliment me ‘stead of tryin’ to annoy the crap out of me.” his smile fades slightly.

“jus' cause i never said it, doesn't mean i never thought it. you have no idea how many times i've wished i could tell you how perfect you are…” he smiles warmly at you and places his hand on your cheek. “so bloody perfect…” he mutters.

you feel your face heat up at his praise and quickly duck your head down to kiss him in an attempt to hide how flustered you are.

you quickly slip your robe off, him doing the same and feel his hands slowly reaching in between the two of you to unbutton your white shirt.

once your shirt is completely undone, he pauses the movement of his mouth on yours and looks at you.

“you sure 'bout this?” his forehead is creased slightly and your heart swells at his sweetness. “i'm sure.” you reassure him. he nods, “tell me if you're uncomfortable and i'll stop immediately, no matter the reason…” you can't control the smile which makes its way onto your face, nor can you control the tears which form in your eyes.

you've never felt so cared for… so loved.

‘loved… love? is this what being loved feels like?’

he quickly yet ever so gently grabs your face, worry shadowing his features. “was it somethin’’ i said?” you shake your head, laughing lightly. “no, not at all… ‘s jus’ i’m not used to someone carin’ so much…” you lower your gaze slightly.

he isn't having that and lifts your head, looking deep into your eyes he says, “well get used to it ‘cause like i said earlier, you have me now.” his smile warms your heart and you lean forward to kiss him. again.

the kiss starts to get heated and he finally slides your undone shirt off your body, hands grasping your hips. you in turn unbutton and take his off, running your hands experimentally up his chest.

he sighs into your mouth and flips you over, hovering above you. “regulus…” you breathe out, tilting your head back as his lips make their way to your throat again and you can feel him smirking against your skin.

“yes?” he asks innocently, lowering his mouth to kiss the tops of your breasts as his free hand reaches behind your arched back to unclip your bra.

you gasp when you feel him rip the fabric from your body, the cold air being balanced by his hot breath which ghosts over your now marked skin.

you can't help but look down and practically moan at the sight of him. his hair's a mess, lips bright red, pupils blown wide with lust and staring into yours as he takes your hardened nipple into his mouth.

this time you do let out a moan but are unable to take your eyes off him.

regulus smirks at your reaction and releases you from his mouth with an audible pop. he moves up your body and places his lips on yours in a messy kiss and his hands awkwardly fumble with the buttons on your skirt. you laugh at his actions and gently push his chest.

“need help?” you cheekily ask. he rolls his eyes playfully and nods, rolling off you so you're able to stand and take your skirt off.

you turn around, almost bare before him and see that he is now fully undressed, laying on his bed as his eyes rake hungrily over your exposed body. you smirk at him and place your hands on your hips. “y'like what you see?”

he returns your smirk and slowly nods his head, his eyes never leaving you. more specifically, your mark riddled chest.

you scoff and climb onto the bed, crawling so that you're situated on his upper thighs. he finally looks at you and you could've sworn that you had died and he was an angel. you lace your fingers with his and softly kiss him, wanting to memories every detail of him.

he once again rolls you over and takes the last article of your underwear off, leaving you now completely bare underneath him.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel him grind down onto you, creating a brief yet heavenly friction. you groan when he lifts his hips from yours and he laughs slightly at your protest.

“patience darlin', all in due time.” his voice is deep and it sends shivers down your spine. you're too impatient and hook your leg around his hips, rolling him over to the side as you climb on top of him.

“patience isn't exactly my strong suit.” you smirk down at him. he tilts his head back and laughs, giving you the perfect opportunity to attach your mouth to his throat and return the favour he gave you earlier.

his laughter soon turns to moans and whines as you work your way down the column of pale skin and along his torso. making your way back up, you feel him buck his hips, searching for some sort of release but coming up empty.

“patience darlin', all in due time.” you quote him. he rolls his eyes at your remark and grasps your hips, forcing you down so that his cock brushes against you. you gasp at the sudden contact and he uses this moment of shock to kiss you.

his mouth works with yours as his hands wander up and down your body, loving the way it feels under his rough palms. he rolls over so that you're underneath him and moves his mouth to your ear, his whispers sending heat down to your core.

“need to taste you darlin'.” you whine at his words and quickly reply with a breathless, “go ahead then.”

he chuckles lightly before moving down your body, leaving kisses in his wake. he grabs your thighs and spreads them before slotting himself gracefully between your legs.

you shiver at the feeling of the cold air and instinctively try close your legs. he stares at you, shaking his head and keeping them spread apart. “come now, no need for that.” he lowers his head and you hold your breath in anticipation.

you soon release that breath as a moan bubbles from your throat as his tongue flattens on your sensitive heat. his nose bumps your clit as he buries his face deeper into your cunt, moaning at the taste on his tongue.

you squirm at the vibrations regulus sends through your body and glance down at him. the sight is nothing short of beautiful. his eyes are closed in bliss, cheeks are flushed, mouth glistening with your juices and his spit, his curls falling loosely in his face and you can't stop yourself from tangling your hands in it, tugging at the soft locks.

a few minutes of utter pleasure pass before he removed his face from the confinements of your thighs. you whine at the loss of contact and he chuckles at your reaction.

he leans up and presses his lips to yours. you moan at the taste of him and yourself on his tongue, nails scratching down his back.

“sorry love but the only way i'm lettin' you cum, is if your pretty cunt is wrapped 'round me.” his voice is gruff and you sigh in both pleasure and frustration.

before you have time to catch your breath and say something, you feel the tip of his cock enter you. you moan as he sinks into you fully, desperately trying to move. he grabs your hands and pins them above your head, moving closer to your face.

“what's the matter baby?” his voice is laced with innocence and it makes your head spin. “please…” you mutter.

“please what? c'mon darlin', use your words.” he smiles down at you.

“please move! please regulus, move please…" you pant out. he smirks and happily obliges, moving slowly in and out of you.

he releases his grip on your wrists and your hands instinctively reach up to tangle in his hair, tugging at the roots and drawing a deep moan from the brunette above you.

the pace he's setting is frustrating and you whine in annoyance. “faster… go faster please.” he nods breathlessly, quickening his thrusts. you moan at the sudden change in his movements and buck your hips upwards, making him moan with you.

“fuckin' hell… so bloody perfect… fuckin' amazing.” he gasps out, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

your back arches and you can feel the pressure building in your core. you try to hold onto it, not wanting this pleasure to end but soon it becomes overwhelming and you know that you can't hold back any much longer.

“reggie… i'm gonna cum…” your voice is needy and he whines at the sound of it. “me too… jus' wait a bit longer love.” he breathes out.

you sigh and squeez your eyes shut, trying to wait for him. the moment you feel his hand come into contact with your sensitive clit, you lose it. you can't stop the wave of pleasure which courses through your body as you come undone around him.

the feeling of your clenching walls and the sight of your fucked out face is enough to push regulus over the edge as he releases inside of you, painting your walls in his cum.

his thrusts slowly stop as the two of you ride out the last of the pleasure together. you gasp for breath and you can hear regulus doing the same.

you softly moan as he pulls out, his hot cum dripping down your shaking thighs. he lands next to you and pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in his warmth. you smile in his embrace and gently kiss his chest.

“i meant it when i said i love you y'know.” his soft words reach your ears and the grin which makes its way to your face is huge.

“i know… i think i love you too…” you mutter. he smiles and kisses the top of your head, heart warming at your words even if they're not exactly what he was looking for.

he knows you need more time and he's more than happy to wait.

“that's all i need to know.” he whispers before sleep envelopes the two of you.

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years ago

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The crush of three

Characters: (Top/sup) Reggie Mantle/Chuck Clayton/Archie Andrews x (Bottom/dom) male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Filthy smut. Kinks: Degrading, name-calling, (Master/Slave), Obsessive behavior in a cute not a scary way

Author note: Okay that will be a long one. That is a request by @innerpiratefun a long story, mostly focused on the sexual escapades of these three friends, with their long-time obsessive crush. But I will not take too much away and rather let you read that one. It will most likely be one of the few ones, with an actual word count. Because, yes it is that long.

Words: 9464

For hours, the burning evening sun was shining on me, sweat was falling down my face and arms and it even soaked my training jersey and tight runner pants. All eight of us guys wore them, while the girls had their normal short skirts.

We had trained for hours at that point, even longer than the football team, who had the same training start as us. But different from them, we are the reigning national cheerleading champions. While the football team hadn’t won a competition in good ten years. It was humiliating for the guys, because of their still enormous egos. Still, even though, the team had finished up about an hour earlier than us, they watched our performance. Some of them haven’t closed their mouths in some time. Especially, after Cheryl and I took the shine away from everyone else. Even the girls were trained to hold the guys upwards for some of our tricks.

As we came to our signifier trick, three guys at the bottom, two girls on their knees, ducking down and me standing on their shoulders. Just for two other guys, help the girls up, still with me on their shoulders, to get them on the guy's shoulders and later on their hands.

Just after I did the same with the girls. Me standing on top of the small pyramid. While two other guys are on the sides, holding a girl up on their own, and Cheryl standing on the hands of the last two guys. While all around this small assembly the rest of the girls did their own tricks. Cheryl was the first, getting catapulted into the air and saved by the two guys that had held her. A moment later, the same with the two girls at the side.

Just for all four guys getting in front of the taller pyramid. First, the base guys got ready and as I felt the girls under me getting ready as well, I prepared myself, for flying.

The more often we do this practice, the longer the airtime goes. The last one was five seconds, but we had to get at least eight to get the championship title again.

As they got me into the air, I could hear a collective gasp from the bleachers, where the football guys were looking at us. Just out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Archie, Reggie, and Chuck, sitting together, as always their eyes only laid on me. As if we were in some cheesy romantic movie.

After an elegant triple twist and somersault, I landed safely in the arms of the four guys waiting on me. Just to get out of their arms and do another somersault out of stand at the same time, as the other two girls, jumped into the arms of the four guys, that just had caught me.

A loud standing ovation paired with whistles could be heard by any of us, as we finally finished up our training. Even though we do this nearly every day, I still felt all of my muscles crying out for me.

Not long after I got finally to my things, waiting for me in front of the bleachers, and got my well-deserved water out of it. Chugging the entire thing, could not satisfy my thirst at that moment. But I did not have to wait long before another bottle was held out to me.

Shyly Archie hold it out to me before I even could ask someone for more. As I took it from him, my hand lingering on his for a moment too long, and a wink in his direction, he almost fainted right in front of me.

Just to make a show out of it, I again chugged the second bottle, but this time, most of it, rolled down my face and body. Soaking my clothes even further.

With a wet face from sweat and now water, I looked back at Archie again. „You know, if you could speak to me, without blushing and stuttering all the time, I think I would’ve gone into your pants long ago,“ I whispered seductively into his ear, which intensified his red blush, even more, letting his freckles come out better than ever before.

It was cute how bad he wanted to talk to me and to be near me but could never really open his mouth, the moment I was near to him.

His two friends were the total opposite. „Hey, how about, you rather get into my pants?“, Reggie suggested to you with a wink on his own.

A slight chuckle came over your lips, checking him out from head to toe, „Oh yeah Reggie? Just for you to run around and tell everyone about it? That finally someone had enough pity to take your virginity for real?“

The poor boy was so much taken aback, that I could see his ego crumble right in front of my eyes. It turned me on to no end, how bad it got to him.

„Maybe you should take a ride on the Chuck train then.“ The last one of the group tried it too. Of course, he did. Like it was with every walking being. He is just like, his two friends are obsessed with me now for a while. I had nothing against it, quite the opposite actually.

Shaking my head, I walked directly in front of Chuck. My right hand was on his shoulder. „Poor Chuck, jerking off every evening, is not losing your virginity. It is sad because apparently nobody wants you. But if you get your two friends to agree, I will take this burden off all of you. Sadly, I know you guys, so I am aware, that this will never happen. Too bad.“

A smug smile formed itself on my face, after seeing him too crumble at my words. After every practice, when the guys were there waiting on me, we have similar conversations. Sometimes teasing, other times more personal like this one. And it seemed especially the more personal ones, get them to come back again. Even though, I am dressing them down with my words every time. But this was how their little obsession began to grow, at least I assumed it was that.

One time I even rubbed my behind against them, dancing slowly on their laps, as they sat on the bleachers.

But nothing I tried to get them to actually follow through with any of my offerings. I suggested to all of them privately to meet me in the locker room after training to get dirty. And a couple of times even as a group. They never showed up. Of course, I never harbored bad feelings about it. Still was rather annoying to have them teasing me, me teasing them and for none of them to do anything.

Which was why, I left them with the offering lingering in the air, instead of letting them talk to me any further. Snatching my things and throwing Archie the bottle back, he had given me. The rest of my own team, at this point, was already out of the showers and said their goodbyes as I came in.

Getting in the locker room itself, I pulled my jersey over my head and just threw it on one of the benches. Shortly followed by my shoes and socks. Just to peel me out of the skin-tight pants, that even with just one glance in one of the mirrors, showed me how good my ass looked in them.

It took me a moment too long, to finally free myself from my own glorious looks in the mirror. But as soon as I realized and I felt a bit too self-centered and quickly looked away. „I cannot become a male Cheryl,“ I remembered myself loudly.

Grabbing the multiple shower items I would need, I just walked into the place which was still slightly warm from my team members that just had left.

I took an extra long shower just because I could, but I also deserved it after we made out of five seconds in the air proud seven seconds. Just a little more training and we are ready for the next championships in three months. Not that far anymore, but I had a good feeling, that everything would be great. I was in desperate need to stretch after the shower before any risk of injury could build up.

It was a dangerous game, but I just wanted to enjoy the shower. Not thinking about training or anything else, even though stretching too long after sport, is mostly useless.

A warm, cloud of water steam followed me as I left the showers, half an hour later. To my utter surprise, I wasn’t alone anymore, in the locker room. Not far away from my things, were three guys seated. All of them were nervous, with almost childlike excitement in their shining eyes.

Other than they might have thought, I ignored them fully. Walking bare naked past all three of them, the only towel near me, over my arm, completely soaked already. I fished another one out of my back, just to finally dry myself off completely. Only for me to get away from them a bit, still naked to stretch myself. Bending forwards, and backward, stood straight and laid down until my entire body felt more relaxed than before.

The entire time, as close as possible to the three guys could see all of my goods to look at. Not one of them had dared to come even closer to me. I wasn’t sure if it was out of respect or fear. But I liked how their lustful glances covered me in praise.

Walking over to my backpack, I put everything away, turning around to my locker, I searched for something for a second, not showing them anything in their close vicinity, so the boys wouldn’t come to any strange conclusion. Until I had it in my hands. A wide victorious smirk crossed my lips. Knowing that they would not be able to refuse this offer finally.

The second you had turned around for the last time, a bottle was located in your hand, an amber-colored thick fluid inside of it. „Do you guys want to stare or does one of you want to cover me in massage oil?“

You could see all three guys, once strong stallions in their own rights, quivering at your proposal. Their own self worth low in their eyes, after all that happened to them, they knew one wrong move and all of their lives could be over.

Seeing them struggle, let you feel so much lust that you almost moaned. Just in time, were you able to hold it back, saving it for later use.

Before that moment, you would've never thought, that a dream like this would come true. There was a reason, why you never had a boyfriend before, but only simple hook-ups.

Taking the initiative, you directly walked over to Archie, swaying your hips as much as you could. A finger on his lips, signalizing him that he was not allowed to say a single word. „Stand up,“ you ordered him. Without any hesitation, whatsoever he jumped up, eagerly looking into your eyes, before averting them as your glance became angrier.

Letting your hands wander his muscular toned body, up and down, dipping your fingers under his shirt. You stopped before it could get too far. Just to quickly grab his shoulders and let your hands slide down his arms, to remove the insulting jacket, which has committed the most hideous crime of all - Hiding his beautiful body.

Just as his jacket finally was thrown into the room, with his hands in yours, together you also removed his white shirt. Which left your nose close to his. „What a handsome devil you are Archibald.“

You could see the wish for a kiss in his begging eyes. Under other circumstances, you would’ve granted this most enticing wish, but you had other plans with him. Nevertheless, you slowly moved into him, until he had closed his eyes. Instead of a kiss, you fell to your knees. It took Archie a moment to realize that your face was gone. But as he looked for you and he felt hands on his fly, he almost got a heart attack to see you looking up from kneeling in front of him, watching him carefully with big, innocent eyes. Even though your eyes told him this one innocent tale, your hands and body told him otherwise. He did not dare touch you, fearing it all was just a dream, but also because you had something on you, he did not.

All the while, your own hands, wandered up and down his legs after they had opened the gate to lustful adventures. The smell of his manly, still bit sweaty musk whiffed right into your nose. You could only burry your face into his groin, smelling, and slightly nibbling on his already hard and impressive member. But more than that did not happen.

On the side, you already worked on getting his shoes and socks off and later on finally letting his pants fall down. Revealing his slightly hairy legs. The smooth skin and the small hairs felt good going over them. The best thing was his reaction to it, he shuddered under every single one of your touches.

Just before you left him, you kissed his muscular chest, carefully bit into his nipples, and kissed down his abs, to finally one last time bath in the smell of his groin.

With Archie, fully aroused at that moment, you put your hands on his knees and slowly wandered his body up again until your faces again were directly in front of each other. Knowing the game already, he knew, that you wouldn’t kiss him, and he was right, but he still did not expect to shove him back onto the bench. As he realized that, your back was already turned to him, looking at the next guy, Reggie already standing there, in front of the lockers, from where he most certainly had watched your juicy ass, undress the smallest of the group.

The nervousness was gone, switched out with anticipation, for his turn. Which came quicker than he thought. Pushing him against the cold, harsh metal, your head against his chest, hearing his fast beating heart, made you smile uncontrollably. To finally realize how much these guys want you, got you even more turned on.

A similar play was done with him, which you had previously done to the red-haired handsome devil, only that he had tried to touch you once. What Archie did not dare at all. You were just about to get onto your knees, to give his groin and legs, the same treatment as Archies, as he pushed you quicker down with his hand on your head.

At first, you did nothing, just let him guide you. But as you were touching the floor with your knees, you grabbed his hand, and took it off of your head, slapping it away. Only to raise up faster than he could react himself, one of your hands grabbing his throat, while your other was holding his groin, in a hard uncomfortable way.

„What did you think you were doing there, hmm? Believing you were in charge? Pathetic, as if a useless tool like you, a sad excuse of a boy, soon to be man, could be in charge of anyone,“ you spat in his face, disgusted with his try of dominance.

Even though you were a good bit shorter than him, close to Archie, if not even a bit taller than him, but still smaller than Chuck, he quivered not only under your stare but also under the brutality, in which you took his pathetic try of reversing the roles.

„If you dare to touch me again, without my explicit permission, I will punish you, do you understand that? You are nothing else but a toy, you just as the other two are not worth anything more, understood?“

He nodded his head, hurt, aroused, regretful, but most prominent fearful of you. Your hands around his throat actually left a visible mark. But you had slammed his head into the metal as well, one of the handles, drilled itself into his skin and caused him much pain. The indifference of the pain he was showing you, was enough for him to know, that you would do what you had threatened him with and as it looked, it wouldn’t be some soft caressing him or only harsh words.

Because of his oblivious disobedience of your silent agreement, you told him to strip the rest of himself, except his underwear, just like Archie.

And he did it, under your observant eyes. He wanted to do it sensual, to maybe appease you, but the only thing that his slow movements seemed to make you, was even angrier.

Finally, after he was finished getting his clothes off, you showed him a finger and made a circle with it, to show him, that he should do the same, as your finger does. Without questions, he did it and showed off his immaculate body. Carefully build, with only the finest cuisines and training money could buy. Muscles were so defined that every single one of them seemed to be able to cut stones.

Your face previously knitted in anger, was more relaxed again, eyes wandering up the perfect body in front of you. But instead of touching him, where he wanted to be touched, you mildly caressed his right cheek, finger just under his eye, and slapped him a couple of times, softly. „I see we finally understand each other. Good.“ He wanted more of your attention, he starved for it and waited so long, that he was addicted after just this tiny amount. The urge to just grab you and do with you, whatever he wanted was strong, but he actually was not sure, if he would win a fight with you.

He a football player, a star in his field and age, and you ‘just’ a male cheerleader, but you looked so strong and how you carried yourself, he feared you deep down. Not just because he did not know, what you could do, but more what it would make out of him. He was already lost to you, what else could he lose?

All the while Reggie was battling with himself, you got your eyes already on the last of the three guys. The coziest of them. With a bright smirk, showing off his perfectly white teeth, Chuck, standing against a pillar, his right hand already massaging his ginormous package through his pants.

Even though it looked impressive, you let that not get to you. He was the cockiest, everybody knew this, especially with the fiasco with his dumb book.

As you strived over, he put his legs a bit further out, so you would have easy access to his body and could already see his big bulge. But you just stood between his legs, coldly staring him right into his eyes. He could feel your warmth, your wish to be with him, but you did not act on it. For the first time since you knew him, his cocky smirk vanished.

Only this small glimmer of confusion mixed, with questions about his own self-worth, that he thought was priceless.

„You are incredibly handsome, with an obvious big package,“ you told him, directly into his face. Which brought his smug attitude back, as you renewed his self-confidence. „But you aren’t more than that. Yes, I will let you fuck me, but you are not worth anything more. After me there will be hundreds of others, using your body for their gain. But nobody will ever want anything more to do with you. The earlier you learn that the easier your life will get.“

Seeing him break under your harsh words, was the most arousing thing you had done till that point. „Now go to the others, if you are a good boy, I think about getting you into the action too.“

Without even touching him, giving him any reassurance, you turned around, leaving him there utterly defeated, hungry for anything you would give him, like a starving feral dog.

„Archie, stand up again.“ Like the well-behaved boy he was, he did what you had told him instantly, nervously playing with his underwear, while waiting for the next command. „Pick up the bottle.“ You pointed to the bottle, you had taken out of your locker and let it fall down, as you undressed him.

With the bottle in his hands, you opened it for him, just to feel up his strong fingers. „Back or front?“, you asked him with a soft smile.

Immediately you could see that he was uncomfortable with deciding. Already getting the hang of things. „You massage the oil into the front of my body. I don’t think, I could look at the other two useless tools.“

Another bright red blush showed off his cute freckles. With the oil in his hands and the bottle, secured on the bench, where he had sat not even a minute before, he put it onto your body, where it dripped down your toned, muscles.

His fingers got to work and massaged your sore chest muscles, followed by your abs and later on your arms.

„Chuck do my back.“ Only a moment later, you could hear the bottle cap opening and feel the oil running down your naked back, but also oiled up your front again. Making you even more slippery.

The two guys had some problems, getting into a real rhythm without you getting pushed all the time, to the other. But as they got there, you enjoyed it immensely. „Reggie, legs.“

This time, you did not hear anything. Thinking that he did not hear you, you told him again. But still, nothing happened, which finally let you open your eyes again, to look for him. He still leaned against the lockers. Refusing to do what you had told him.

„If you want any fun, Reggie, you will do, what I say, understand? Now get the oil, go on your fucking knees and rub my legs with it. Make me as slippery as possible!“ Still able to see his reluctance, you finally figured out why. „God Reggie, they are dicks. You are about to fuck a guy. Everything about this is gay, get over it.“ Rolling your eyes, you get back to the sensual feeling, the other two guys, gave you. Even letting out a moan once in a while.

Finally, at some point, Reggie did what you told him. Even if it was still reluctant. But as he realized, that ‘Legs‘ also included your ass, he became more willing. Even though he had to touch your dick, and even came into near vicinity with Chuck’s and Archie’s, he enjoyed getting his fingers in between your butt cheeks.

You had to remind Reggie multiple times, to not play too much with your ass and instead apply the oil onto your legs, that no patch of skin should be untouched by any of them.

To feel three pairs of muscular strong male hands on your body, was a dream, that you never thought you would archive one day. Now you wanted it to happen all the time. Already addicted to the feeling, to be the boss of these three hunks.

„Okay that is enough!“ You stopped the intimate moment out of a sudden. All three guys already pressed their bodies against yours. Chuck’s massive package still hidden behind his tight underwear pressed right between your cheeks, while Archies package rubbed against your balls, while your cock was sandwiched between your and his abs. The little devil that Archie was, he even rubbed it with them, which brought you close to shoot your load. Which finally brought you back out of the moment, stopping it.

You did not get far away from them, but instead gripped the bench and bend over it. Showing off your tight asshole. „Archie spread my cheeks.“ A second later, you could feel his slippery hands opening you up. A cold breeze hit your asshole.

„Fuck did you prep yourself?“, Reggie asked out of breath at the sight of the best ass he had ever seen.

„Of course, I hoped to finally get fucked by you three. Are you in or are you three keep standing there like idiots?“

„Are you clean?“ Even though Archie sounded as if he knew what he was asking he obviously did not. Maybe he was curious and watched some gay porn, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the real deal.

With a hearty chuckle, you looked back at him. „Of course I am, but if you want to make sure, in my backpack is my cleaner.“

As you could hear Archie rummage through your things. Hands already were on you, still putting more oil onto you, as if you weren’t slippery enough. But Chuck and Reggie both seemed content with worshipping. your perfect body.

Quietly in the background, you were able to hear water flowing and splashing into a container. But after a moment, nothing anymore. You fell to the hands that massaged your body, getting the oil nicely deep into your skin.

That was until you felt something hard at your back entrance. At first, you thought someone wanted to fuck you, without your permission. Ready, to rip that one a second asshole, you looked back. Just to see a frightened Archie, excitedly, holding your filled enema at your hold.

„You said it would be okay!“ He panicking tried to defend himself. But you already came down from your anger. „Of course, I just was disappointed as I thought someone wanted to do something they shouldn’t do.“ Your eyes wander from guy to guy. Glaring warningly at them, in hopes they finally understood what you meant on a fundamentally level.

Archie seemed to have shrunken under your glare even more than he had before. Making himself smaller and even getting the enema away from your hole. „No, Archie do it. I know how much you want it!“

Even with the encouragement did it take Chuck who spoke also encouraging things to Archie, as well as his own curiosity, until he again set it at your hole, and this time, pushed it slowly inside. Holding eye contact with you the entire way in. Until the thinner part was completely in. „And now slowly push the sphere together… Yes, exactly like that,“ you moaned the second part, as the water began to flow inside of you.

He carefully got it out again. Seeing a couple of droplets coming out, he slightly panicked. „Hold it in!“, he screamed frantically, already getting it back not the bucket he had gotten, full of water.

Filling the enema back up again. This time he slammed it into you, filling you up further. „Hold it in!“, he again told you, which you did not like at all.

„Archie?“ Your voice was angry, almost murderous at that point. As he heard it, he stopped dead in his tracks. Already knowing that he had fucked up, he filled the enema up again and pushed it inside of you a third time, again more gently.

As he pushed even more water into you, the glare he was receiving intensified. Wondering what was going on, he looked up with his stupid puppy dog eyes, which always looked as if he was on the verge of crying. „What?“, he finally asked as all three other guys, looked at him strangely.

„Did you just boss me around?“ Your question stunned Archie for a moment. He already was ready, to tell you that he would never do something like this. But he went through the interaction another time. As it dawned on him, his face changed to one full of terror. „I didn’t mean to! I swear! Please don’t punish me! I was just so excited to finally try something out!“ Actually panicking, his hands up in a defensive pose, the enema still in you.

Even though you had to punish him, you still wanted to know what got him so excited. „What did you want to do?“

A blush even worse than any other he had before, glowed all over his face. Embarrassed he went around Reggie, who stood on the edge of the bench, to get to your ear. As if he has already done something like this, he kneeled beside your head and whispered in your ear, „I wanted you to keep hit in, so you can push it out onto my face. I saw it once in a porno and wanted to do it since then with you, because… well because it was a gay porno and you-you are the only guy I want to do something like this.“

„Okay, sit down on the bench,“ I ordered him, while also getting Reggie’s and Chuck’s help to stand up, without slipping, because of all the water and oil on the floor. With Archie secure on the bench, they helped me curious to turn around.

Archie leaning against the wood, slightly slid down, to be on eye level with your asshole, awaited his wet dream, literally. With the okay from you, he slowly began to take the enema out, but stopped, before it could completely come out. „Why did you stop?“, you asked him impatiently.

„I don’t know if I really want this,“ he said quietly, embarrassed that he was about to chicken out.

„God, what are you? A pussy? At least not a man, so much I can tell you. Make up your goddamn mind. Or should I do it for you, like the useless piece of wasted air you are? Should I do everything for you, are you really that useless?“ Even though he should feel angry, or hurt, the only thing Archie could feel, was his painfully erect cock in his tight underwear. „Okay, enough I will decide for you, useless piece of trash,“ the last part mumbled by you. But still, you took the enema out yourself, throwing it to the side. Archie, who had anticipated it getting out immediately, had closed his eyes in anticipation. You still looked behind you, directly at him, and waited.

It took a while, until he opened his eyes, wondering what was going on. In the same moment as that, you had let go of the water inside of you, spraying it out as it would out of a fountain, thanks to the pressure, you were able to build up.

Out of shock, his mouth hang open, but before even one droplet could coat his smooth white skin, his eyes were already closed again. Squinted shut, so nothing could get into them. But even though he had time to do that, all of the water, that sprayed directly onto his face, either flowed down the sides of his face or directly into his mouth. He spits it out, but your taste was still on his lips.

„Wow, the water is completely clean,“ Reggie commented impressed at your skills of cleaning yourself.

„If I wasn’t sure about that, I wouldn’t even think about this,“ you cheekily replied. Aware of your multiple times cleaning yourself, as to not ruin your toys.

All the while Archie took in all the water, wiping it away from his eyes, to get a good look, at his completely soaked body. His underwear was now nothing but see-through thanks to it. Skin glistening because of the mixture of oil, sweat, and your ass water.

His eyes quickly changed focus, as he saw your juicy ass, where still water dropped out of as if the massive amount it had sprayed on him wasn’t enough yet. Infatuated with the sight and the taste he still had on his tongue, he dove right into it. Piercing your muscle with his strong, long tongue, licking your insides clean, and further prepare you.

„God Archie, stop!“, you panted angrily. But h was too far in his lust. To be humiliated by you, turned him so on, that he couldn't think straight anymore.

Even though his tongue was doing a number on your own brain, you could rip yourself free from the muscular guys holding you upright. Straighten out your back and pushed Archie away from you.

Angered you turned around to face him directly again. Slapping him across his beautiful freckled face. Completely soaked in your ass water. „You really think, you have anything to say here, hmm? Believing you can do what you want?“ His face is in the hard grip of your right hand, holding him firm, forcing him to look into your eyes.

With his jaw firm in your hand, you raised him up, and with your other hand ripping at his underwear you wrestle him down easily. He was way too stunned to do anything.

Landing face first on the ground, you stood above him your legs on both sides of his body. Now gripping his arm, twisting him around, so he was laying on his back. „You are not doing anything if I don’t give you permission to do it! Apparently other than I thought, I need to give you a lesson in obedience pathetic excuse of a man, merely a boy, cowering under someone, you know is superior to you.“

You had no idea, what he had anticipated but surely not your next move. He looked like he already prepared himself for anything that could come to him. Except for you ripping his underwear into shreds, so hard that it still hanged onto him, but his dick was finally free.

Seating yourself right above it, pressing it between your cheeks and his abs.

„How does it feel? Does it feel good, knowing that you are a worthless little boy, only good to be a toy for others?“, you taunted Archie. Who even in this submissive state, seemed to still have some fight left in him.

His hands shot up from nowhere, trying to wrestle you from him. „I show you how good it feels, when I dick you down, putting you back in your place!“, he out of a sudden told you through gritted teeth.

With a smirk, that normally only should be worn by devils, you used your left hand, which was not still around his throat to slam his head onto the floor. With a deep groan, his arms went limp beside him. Not even enough strength to hold his hurt head.

„Do you have finally lost the fight in you?“, you tauntingly asked, as you moved your cheeks up and down his long cock, up until his head striped right against your open hole. Widened by the tongue of the guy under you.

As a moment of silence followed, you already feared that you had hurt him for real, instead of showing him with pain, where his real place was. That was until an almost inaudible sound came out of his slightly opened mouth.

Not able to hear, you spoke up, „What was that? I couldn't hear you!“, you told him.

With the jumping of his Adam's apple, you knew something would come out of his mouth. And you will never forget his spoken words. „Yes, master.“ This one word, filled you with so much warmth and accomplishment, that you almost wanted to kiss him. Just out of the moment. But he hadn’t deserved it yet.

„I like that, say it again.“

„Yes, master! Please do something!“, he begged as a bonus. Which let you feel even warmer than before. The heat became unbearable for you. A lustful heat, filling your insides with want. One of which you believe, Archie alone will never be able to satisfy.

„Beg harder and I consider, letting you slip… Into my wet tight whole.“ The second part was whispered in his ear. After you had taken his cock from under you, letting it slap against your ass, as you laid directly on him. Mixing your slippery oily body, with his, making it even worse for the both of you.

You teased him further, now with his cock standing up, feeling your entire ass, slipping between your cheeks. „Reggie put oil on Archies dick and massage it in.“

Strangely he did it without complaint, which you knew from the lewd moaning underneath you, right beside your ear. „Is he ready?“, you asked the tallest of the three.

„Yes, sir!“

„You learned too as I see, maybe you get a bit of my ass too if you keep up with it.“ Now teasing the next guy, knowing that if anything, he would be the last to get any action at all.

Carefully, you put your hand around Reggie’s at least as good as you were able to, considering his hand was massive. Looking into each other's eyes will slowly jerk off Archie’s big dick. It took the taller male a while, until he finally let go of the cock, so you could move it freely on your own.

As nothing was between your hand and Archie’s hot flesh anymore, his moans began to become even louder. Which you tried to muffle, by squeezing his throat, but it had only a worsening effect on his moaning. „God Archie, how responsive are you?“, you questioned the boy underneath you with a chuckle. An embarrassed red blush flashed over his face.

But you never got an answer. His head became empty, as his cock head easily, slipped past your asshole muscle, holding it right there in the entrance of your lust canal. „Do you like that? Being in me, like that? Hmm, Archie cat got your tongue?“ The taunting had no effect on Archie. He did not even have enough brain cells left to know what was happening. Only, that he had never felt something good like this.

„Oh come on Archie, don’t be like this, talk to me. Tell me how good I’m feeling and that you would do anything to feel it over and over and over again.“ After every ‘Over‘ you came a bit closer to Archie’s face, just to let him squirm a bit more than before. Slowly getting his cock head out of my hole, just to get him further into me.

„Please!“, he began to beg again, finally. Just for your amusement and encouraging your position, what made you want to break Archie completely, letting him become your faithful toy.

„Beg louder!“, you ordered him, a moment later. „Please use me, master!“ That was enough for you, to slam yourself on his big cock, slamming its tip right against and past your prostate. Letting you fall onto his chest, moaning and groaning yourself from the hard way it happened.

But Archie on the other hand finally came back a bit again. Holding you on his chest, pulling his dick a bit out of you, just too gently push it back in. „I will make you feel so good, master. Making you cum so hard!“

It took you by surprise, but t was a pleasant one. To not be, the one fucking yourself on his dick, was a blessing in disguise. Because he was actually really good at that.

„It doesn’t matter how useless you are as- as a man- FUCK- at least you can fuck good!“ Archie became merciless as you spoke further down at him. But already knowing his place, he actually got even harder thanks to it. Already beginning to fuck you as you deserved to be fucked.

Good, hard, fast, and praising your very way. He praised your beautiful body, your strong will, and even your eyes, which were nothing he had seen before. All the while, trying to hold on, to not come too quickly. But the way you were choking him again, after getting embarrassed from all the nice things he was telling you, he came very close to it.

„I’m… I’m cumming!“, he panted broken, his voice hoarse from all the moaning.

Just as you heard it, you know what you had to do. With all the strength you had left, you pushed yourself completely onto him, sitting him back flat on the floor. As he had opened his arms again in confusion, with a matching look on his face, you slapped him again. „Did I allow you to come? Would you just do it? I thought you finally got where you are standing! A lonely toy does not get the right to decide what to do with itself!“

That said, you stood up, without giving Archie a second glance. Angry and disappointed in him.

Just seconds later, pointing a finger directly at Chuck. His dick already lurking out of his tight white underwear. His cock head was already bigger than Archie’s and he wasn’t small either. He had leaned against the lockers, hands at his sides, even though they were critically close to his dick, he hasn’t touched it, maybe the tip, but you were too horny to care at that moment.

„Come over here,“ you ordered Chuck. His muscular chest rose and fell in anticipation, of getting a bit of your tight ass, he just as the other two guys had dreamed about for a while now. „Reggie lean against the lockers.“

The second guy was quick at doing what you had told him. He must’ve realized that if he is a good boy, you will treat him well, otherwise, he would be beaten just like Archie.

Leaning against the lockers, he could only dream about what you would do to him? Suck his cock, while Chuck would fuck you? Without a doubt, that was his favorite thought. Because he had never thought really about it, he came to realize, that guys’ bodies do things to him, that girls just couldn’t. Even though he would love to fuck you too, he was quite happy, to just watch.

With your hands beside his upper body, on the cold metal of the locker, you looked right up into his dark, clouded eyes. The lust apparent in them was stronger than you had ever seen in anyone, before. „Hold my shoulders.“

Strong hands, engulfed your own muscular shoulders, and build up through throwing people into the air, as well as holding them up. „Chuck, you can touch me now.“ And how he did it. A smack was loudly heard in the room, a painfully, but lustful moan escaped your mouth, too deep into it, to be embarrassed by it.

„Good to know that you like pain because I will destroy your hole. No guy will ever be enough for you after I completely demolished you,“ Chuck whispered into your ear. A smirk was palpable on your skin. You wanted so badly to tell him off, but his big cock head, teasing your already opened hole, by piercing in a millimeter just to get out again.

„Stick it already in you fucking assh- HOLE FUCKING SHIT!“, you screamed as he unceremoniously pushed into you completely, letting you fall limp. Reggie whom you had to hold your shoulders, was the only thing keeping you from falling onto the floor.

A single moan from the guy in front of you told you everything you had to know about Reggie. But being pushed against him, his stone-hard sixpack, you were able to see his cock spasm, shortly before he would come.

With all the energy you had left, you grabbed his balls, squeezing him. Hisses of pain, got him back, just before he could shoot his load in his underwear.

Even with this pain, did he not let go of you, even the opposite he even pulled you into him. Until your head was on his chest. Not even him pulling you to him could get Chuck completely out of you. How he was able to bury this monster in you in the first place, was a mystery you did not want to uncover, but it felt even better, as he slowly entered you again, coming closer to you and Reggie.

So close, that his lips touched your ear again. Almost close enough, so his nose could touch Reggie’s if he were a bit taller. With you in between, it was a sandwich, that only a god would have the right to call his own.

Chuck’s thrusts were hard but slow. He seems to know how much you could handle and only give you exactly that much, Not wanting to hurt you for real. Only give a bit of pleasurable pain. As he now knew you liked it a lot.

„How about, we put you down and use your slippery body like a bottle to decide who can fuck you next, hmm? You want to be fucked thoroughly before we cum, in or on you, right? Getting all of us as your toys?“

Even though you felt strange as if he wanted to turn it around and make the three guys to your owner, you had to agree, it sounded pretty hot and there was a chance, that Reggie still wouldn’t get you.

„Okay,“ you whispered almost silently, not trusting your own vocal chords at this point. As Chuck, carefully got his massive dick out of you again, you could only moan and fall further into Reggie, for some stability. His strong arms, hold you up, against him. Even though you weren’t the nicest to him. Just showed you how much he wanted all of this.

But soon, he and Chuck, helped you lay on the floor, where they all had oiled you up. The floor was still slippery, just only a bit more than your body itself. Laying there on the floor, with these three hunks, standing above you, was a sight, you never wanted to unsee.

Two big dicks and one big package right above you, with only Chuck smirking down at you. While Archie looked almost fearful to you, Reggie on the other hand was curious about what would happen next. To his luck, his impatience hadn’t waited too long. „Let us get your legs in, hold them right against your chest.“ Chuck instructed you and even helped to get your legs in the right direction. The moment, you had to hold your legs on your own, he grabbed your knees and began to spin you. All three boys were needed to hold you into place. If not, you surely would've landed against a wall. But they kept you safe and sound inside of their little circle. They even smiled and chuckled a bit. Seeing their now big bad boss, who did not care to hurt them, to keep them in line, rolled into a ball, spun by them, must be the highlight of their lives.

Multiple times, did they have to give you some new momentum to not stop spinning, whenever you slowly began to come to a halt. That was, until Chuck and Archie, saw Reggie slowly getting angry. Biting his lips, hands rolled into fists, ready to pounce anyone, to finally get some pressure off of his dick.

Trying to get you finally to stop, was the most difficult thing for these three nob heads. They slipped and sliced over the floor, every time they wanted to hold you still. At some point, they started to laugh wholeheartedly, not comprehending, that they were just too incompetent for it. As they hold their bellies from all their stupid laughter. You sat there in the oily puddle that was under you, finally having much of the oil gone from your upper body. Mostly only on your back.

Unluckily for you, this stop you had taken by yourself as you realized, that these three guys can’t do anything except fucking you well, was right in front of Reggie.

It took all three of them a while to see it because they couldn't stop laughing. The picture of you unable to stop and them slipping at every step.

But as soon as Reggie was able to see you too, his dark eyes darkened even further. Lust was taken over. So that he was shortly after above you. His hot breath, tickled your face, his eyes so certain and yet so fearful.

Like he was made for you, you molded almost into him, as he laid himself over you, dwarfing you completely under him. „Show me your dick,“ you weakly ordered him. Like a good soldier, he did what you had told him. He build himself up again, on his knees, between your legs, he pulled his underwear slightly down, finally revealing his tool.

Your eyes almost popped out of your head, at seeing this massive cock. Longer than Archie and more ticker than Chuck, which made him not only incredibly tall but hung as a horse.

„I-I could understand, if-if you don’t want to, you know you wouldn’t be the first,“ he admitted after shamefully stuttering his words.

But you on the other hand, only put a hand on his cheek, getting him to look you back into your bright eyes. „I don’t care if you completely wreck me Regge. But if you don’t fuck me soon, I will punish you. I will get over to Archie and Chuck and let them double team me, until they fill me with their loads, okay? I need that dick now!“

His eyes glimmered at your shameless confession. Chuck was the most handsome, Archie was the better fuck of the two and Reggie hopefully was the best of both of them, just like his magnificent cock.

As Reggie came back down to you, nose to nose, almost kissing you accidentally, his hands were exactly beside your hands, the oils spilling just getting to them. His cock already teasing your openly waiting hole.

„Push in, I’m ready Reggie.“ Slowly his massive tip pushed past your muscle. There wasn’t a problem Chuck’s dick already made all the work. But it got worse, as he slowly pushed deeper in. Face crunched together in pain. Agonizing at some moments, everything vanished as his tip scraped by your sweet spot. A scream of euphoria broke out of you.

Reggie stopped in his tracks as he heard that, fearing that he had hurt you. The moment you came down from your height, you slapped the guy, before grabbing his butt, slamming him completely into you.

„FUUUCK!“

Reggie only let out a loud groan, as he finally for the first time in his life, was balls deep in someone. His dick was already short to explode at that point.

„Please Regge, by everything holy, move!“

He only could get five thrusts, before he began to violently spasm, trying everything in his power to not come. „Okay, that’s okay, we train this Reggie, but get out, I want all three of you to come all over me!“

You could see his disappointment, which did not get better with the promise to train on this. His head filled with self-hatred.

Both Archie and Chuck were quick to get to you, the three had formed a circle with you sitting in the middle, awaiting their loads. Chuck was the first, he sprayed your entire face full. As Archie came, he first got your back, but you could spin fast enough so the rest would get on your chest. Only Reggie wasn’t ready yet.

„Is there a problem Reginald?“, you asked him softly, which made him even more miserable. He felt like a failure. But before he could say too much, another hand was already around his massive cock. „Fuck I can’t even get my hand around it, the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Come, Reggie, spray me full with your jizz!“

Seeing you so eager to get his load onto you, looking up at him, with your big eyes, filled with lust only for him, he violently came, spitting his come all over your face and even reached Archie and Chuck.

„When did you come the last time?“, you asked completely flabbergasted at the extent of his load.

„Yesterday,“ he answered lowly, „But I always come a lot.“

You could only shake your head. That this guy had self-doubts was hilarious to you. A stallion like him, big, tall extremely well endowed, only a bit of an idiot, but you liked your guys with a bit less brain.

„Do you need help to come?“, Archie asked out of a sudden.

„Not really. But I want you guys to spin me again, I want to get all of you equally with my cum.

They did exactly that, you already were close to coming for about an hour by now. It took maybe ten seconds before you came violently too. Not even close as much as Reggie, but enough to paint all the guys pretty good.

His moans even echoed over their laughing about the entire scenario with you spinning on the floor, but at the same time, being the man of the three guys.

Reggie was the one to stop you this time. He even had the right foothold to do it without a problem. He already had filled up the enema again. He wanted something similar to Archie, but just for all three of them. He found himself closer to his two friends, thanks to you, but also loving the new dynamic. The three as your toys, maybe even more. At that point, he would hate, to not share you with his two friends. Maybe someday even dating all four of you together, instead of all dating just you. But only the future can tell. Until then, he had to do this last thing.

„Can we spin you again, after I filled you up with water so you can spray us full?“, Reggie asked a bit ashamed of his request. But he was such a good boy, you just had to say yes.

And so he filled you up with three more enema water shots. To hold it in this time, with the gap especially Chuck and Reggie had made was problematic but somehow you managed it. As you began to spin, you couldn't hold it anymore. Just after the first one, already spilling everything out.

Just after you were completely empty again, you stopped yourself exhausted. Standing up, you walked over to your things, scrubbing the oil mix off of your back and legs, only to put your backpack on your back and your sports back in your hand.

„I want to see all three of you tomorrow in our new study group. All of you need help and I can’t be seen with idiots, as you are now.“

Just as you began to walk out, you could feel the three pairs of eyes on you. Right in front of the door, you thought: „Fuck it“ to yourself, before turning around, grabbing Reggie at his shirt he quickly put on his body again and kissed him. His lips were soft and warm and were perfect for your smaller ones. But more than a soft innocent kiss did not happen. „Thank you, for stealing my first kiss.“ A feeling of accomplishment washed over Reggie, as you told him that. But you weren’t finished. Your hand grabbed his cock, which grew hard again. „Don’t wear underwear tomorrow.“

Only for you to let him alone again, reversing your attention to Archie. He already waited for this moment. As you kissed him, he pulled you in, hands on your ass, squeezing it slightly. „You will wear a jockstrap tomorrow!“, you ordered him whispering in his ear.

As you turned to Chuck, he already had a smug smile on his face. Grabbing you, instead of waiting until you would get to him, kissing you and you kissed back. Separating you got near his ear, closer than the other two, „You should learn your place, you fucking useless, easy fuck toy. If you not, I will punish you harder, than either of the other two guys. To wear a cock cage for the rest of your life is most likely not the most satisfying way to live.“

Your threat worked wonders, his smug smirk, vanished into thin air. „I want you to wear a leather jacket and another pair of white tight underwear.“ After you slapped his cheek slightly, to show of the power you really had over him, you turned around, naked and barefoot. Walking out of the locker room, leaving the three friends alone. Ask themselves if what happened really just happened. But their slightly emptier balls told them everything.

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