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princeblack · 1 year ago

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it’s difficult not to think of her and how it felt to have her so close, her nose nudging his as she breathed that they should save their energy, as if she had something dirty in mind. it made him feel hot in places he’d never experienced before, more intense than any feeling he’s ever had.

he glances over at her for just a moment, when there’s a pause between songs. she’s the picture of perfect, just like always, with her pretty loose curls and angelic face. he wonders how anyone could be so pretty and yet equally charming and kind. he’s fairly certain she doesn’t even know it, which drives him crazier, as if he needs to show her.

he thinks about daphne, who was always so serious, wanting to sit within her wealth and privilege and do everything to cement it. she was cool in a way, but bee was warm and full of heart, as if she didn’t care about pretenses and instead cared about other people and animals. she’s the opposite of what he was raised around, which makes her pull even stronger.

the next song starts and regulus swoops down to pick teddy up, lifting him towards the sky and spinning. the toddler giggles, his flower crown almost falling off. “your royal crown!” regulus exclaims, gently placing the toddler back down. bending over, he fixes it on top of the baby’s head, making sure it’s snug in his hair. “is that better?”

“crown!” the toddler cheers, his chubby fingers closing around some of the flowers. “i’m prince, too.” his words are incomplete in the way that only a baby’s are and it’s so endearing that it brings a smile to regulus’s face. “that’s right,” regulus agrees softly. “princes get crowns, don’t they? just like your mama, the prettiest princess in any kingdom.”

“mama is pretty,” teddy agrees wisely, and holds his hands out in a grabby motion so regulus will take them again. this time he lifts the baby up gently, allowing his little feet to rest over his own. they dance to the music again, regulus occasionally lifting him up to make the toddler burst into a squeal of laughter. it’s so amusing that the two of them dance like that for a long while, losing track of time until finally the music changes to something slower. regulus gently lets go of the toddler’s hands, who has just seemed to notice his mother again, bounding over excitedly to tell her about his dancing. “mama, i danced like reklos!”

“you’re an even better dancer than me now, prince teddy,” he teases, leaning down to place a kiss on the toddler’s head. “i’m going to ask mama to dance too, okay?”

“okay!” the toddler exclaims, already moving to hug his mother’s leg. regulus smiles, standing straight again, green gaze moving to meet bee’s blue one. “forgive me for keeping you waiting, princess.” he holds a hand out, expecting her to take it.

he called her a princess while looking at her with those eyes and it kind of drives her crazy and it's almost frustrating that she has to be on her best behavior when there's so much she wants to say...or do right now but they're in public and also her son is standing right next to them looking up at regulus like he's the prettiest star I the galaxy and bee cant blame the youngest diggory, because regulus is so bright and shiny that she knows why her son was so drawn to him. "thank you reg." she giggles, biting down on her lower lip as she offers a smile.

teddy giggles that cute laugh of his hearing that regulus would be part of working on the farm. it was teddy's favorite place in the world getting to be with his animals but the boy nods eagerly. "we will feed my baby goats!" he says happily. "the goats, the pigs, our cows..." she giggles adding onto the list of animals they get to take care of as teddy laughs, the young toddler is having a blast and she's sure she's never seen the toddler so happy before that it's just another sign to bee that she needs him.

he agrees to the playdate but also with a date for bee, including the sleepover. "sounds like a plan doesn't it teddy? regulus staying with us..." she teases. "yes please!!" he hops up and down excitedly.

bee knows she probably shouldn't, they only just met but kissing like this makes her feel things she's desperately wanted for so long, only able to find it in him. she nudges her nose against his, wanting to kiss him again but not wanting to keep teddy waiting. "I think we should save our energy." she teasess kissing his cheek before giving teddy a gentle lay on the head. "you be a good boy for reggie okay?" she says gently. "yes mama." teddy responds before handing his mom the flower he'd been holding for safe keeping.

she stands back and watches the male with the sweet baby, the pair playfully hopping around slightly off beat to the music that's playing. they really do look like father and son and though normally she wouldn't think that way about a guy she'd only known for a short time regulus told her that he wanted this which only makes it more beautiful how happy both of her boys look. she knows all eyes are on regulus and teddy, some flickering back to bee in possible judgment but she doesn't mind it because she would take all the dirty stares in the world if it meant seeing that look on teddy's face again and if it also meant she would get a lot more time with regulus.

#ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( prose ) .#ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. bexley ) .

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siriusmydeer · 4 years ago

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For the Thank You Next can you do Imagine with James Potter?

thank you, next.

james potter x slytherin!fem!reader

summary: you go through the stages of love till you find your person.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: mutual pinning, over use of sarcasm it’s so bad, SWEARING, kissing, mentions of kissing, mentions of an arm falling off, mentions of injury

—0:00

‘Thought I'd end up with Sean

But he wasn't a match

Wrote some songs about Ricky

Now I listen and laugh

Even almost got married

And for Pete, I'm so thankful

Wish I could say "thank you" to Malcolm

'Cause he was an angel’

one day, when you’re young, your mother tells you, ‘there’s lots of fish in the sea, but you have to wait for the right catch’ or maybe that was just your deranged mother. normally, you thought all of that was bullshit. a slytherin princess should never be mistreated, someone whomst you honour and adore with all in your beating heart; turns out slytherin boys didn’t get the fucking memo.

the only person who did understand was the one and only, regulus arcturus black. but you unfortunately lacked sexual attraction to him so therefore you couldn’t date him, so that was a feigning issue. evan rosier was fit, top of his classes and a quite nice mop of blonde on his head, he was a quidditch player and a pureblood slytherin; so etiquette is to be clearly expected. too other schoolmates, especially the fawning girls of almost every house, he was probably the full package, one of the alpha males that roamed the hallways at hogwarts; oh were those girls the biggest knob heads to exist.

turns out he was just the biggest fucking dick to ever walk the planes of the earth, he ran around with idiots like lucius malfoy— another mistake of the century, and little severus snape; thank merlin, and salazar slytherin themselves you never resorted to him.

‘One taught me love

One taught me patience

And one taught me pain

Now, I'm so amazing

Say I've loved and I've lost

But that's not what I see

So, look what I got

Look at what you taught me

And for that, I say’

normally your first couple of boyfriends should teach you something out of the relationship, maybe what you needed to strengthen for the next time you were in an intimate relationship, like trust, communication, maybe even sexual intimacy.

all these absolute dunces taught you was to pick your boyfriends better, and to stay away from every slytherin male that had ever entered hogwarts. evan— oh, he only taught you that everyone and everything was a priority over you, always the ‘talk to you later.’ and the casual, ‘blowjob?’ comments; absolutely fucking arse. lucius, couldn’t forget his moto in your mind even if you jammed it in your strongly-witted brain that money was power and money over any atom to every exist.

regulus understood, strict pureblood parents but he still understood how to treat a partner. i guess it was nice not picking up every habit of walburger and onion— sorry, walburga and orion, noble heirs of the house of black. yeah, did i mention they were second cousins?

‘Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)’

“you could always hang out with my brothers mates, i see them not casually oogling you.” oh regulus, sometimes you did lack the slytherin wit and ambition. he was sprawled on the malachite coloured couch, a pearly white quill fumbled between his slender digits as he started aimlessly into oblivion at the dying out fire in the midst of the frigid common room.

“yeah, let me go hang out with my best friends brothers friends, slytherin haters! such a good idea, reg. maybe they should’ve put you in ravenclaw from that amazing idea!” if you were sarcastic before, there aren’t a non-vulgar amount of words in the universe to describe the tremendous mockery in your tone; as you intensely stared into the crevices of the ceiling while laying on the opposite viridescent sofa.

“merlin, tone down the sarcasm a bit? i was just offering, it’s not like your a pureblood, or a prat.” regulus offered, looking at your form, your elbow now covering your eyes and making recurring heavy sighs every few minutes. “being a half-blood is enough for hatred, regulus, m’dear.” you sighed again, in defeat. hopeless romantic and hated by many, fantastic, am i right?

‘Spend more time with my friends

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Plus, I met someone else

We're havin' better discussions

I know they say I move on too fast

But this one gon' last

'Cause her name is Ari

And I'm so good with that (so good with that)’

don’t think, breath and just do what your heart tells you to. fuck that— panic, cry, scream, whatever, be scared. you were gaping at the red mass and overdue of shades, it wasn’t ugly but definitely not the prettiest colour to exist; mixed with mustard yellow. gryffindor students absolutely covered in both. well students, no, james potter, yes.

he happen to be your victim, well friend of sirius; regulus did say after all they oogled you, whatever that meant. you both played quidditch, pretty decent grades, both had good humour, your more so, i mean c’mon you couldn’t find that wit just anywhere, and well you could be best friends. well friends, acquaintances, maybe one, possibly. if only you had the confidence of a leo male, all you needed was to strut over to the damn quidditch field and say something, literally anything.

so that’s exactly what you did, your shoes crunching against the no-longer damp grass, dry after morning dew showers. your bag hanging off of your left arm, your head preoccupied with ways on how to greet someone because slytherin etiquette right now was not the way to go; it would only cause assumptions and stereotypes. i mean who the actual fuck says, ‘how do you do?’ anymore.

‘She taught me love (love)

She taught me patience (patience)

She handles pain (pain)

That amazing (yeah, she's amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I say’

enemies, nope. acquaintances, don’t think so. friends, getting there. close friends, i would say. if someone ever said they saw james fleamont potter hanging around a slytherin they would’ve assumed that someone was knocked upside the head with the biggest beaters bar you could find, but the green and red weren’t that bad of a mix after all.

henceforth, here you were giggling like school girls with james fucking potter right by the black lake. “james, respectfully, stop carrying that stupid snitch everywhere. doesn’t it weigh down your pockets?” you queried the boy who was fumbling with the golden snitch for the past three minutes, flipping his hair so he could knock the brunette tendrils from his eyes while he gaped at you.

you were glowing— the sun at its highest peek, he could’ve been on his knees thanking albus dumbledore in his office for free period; knowing james we would’ve offered to comb his beard and maybe even a shampoo and condition it while he was at it.

your eyes glittered as you chortled at him for dropping that stupid ball for the third time, your hair dancing in the wind like it was a routine, a perfect routine, your teeth glinting at the suns ethereal rays that hit you just right. imagine if james’ foolish cocky mask instead would’ve rejected your offer of friendship that one humid day on the quidditch pitch— he would’ve been the biggest git to ever stride the planet.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next’

friends, that’s what it was suppose to be. pals, mates, schoolmates, whatever the fuck you called it. it wasn’t suppose to be frenemies, to friends to lovers! you weren’t suppose to notice the navy blue flecks of colour in his cerulean eyes, the way his lips curled in a smile after he caught that silly snitch that blazed the thick sure after a hefty match, the way he brushed the tresses of hair behind your ears when the wind was assaulting your face and you were basically swallowing your hair.

now sitting with him in the library you were mentally stabbing your stygian heart, why men. why do they do things, why do men sometimes have the decency to show sympathy, and partiality with their friends. he hugged you, he kissed your forehead when you felt dejected, james potter went through the slytherin common room to bring you chocolates on your period. which fucking gryffindor would do that, huh? definitely not frank longbottom or fabian prewett.

his hand scathed yours as he pointed at how to make a draught of peace potion, his hand was warm and smooth but only from what you touched— you could see slight callouses forming on the pads of pads palm from broom handling, and the small cracks in his knuckles from the lacking use of lotion. you felt the rapid rate of your heart merely increasing at the minute from the slight touch, a rush of rose clouded your cheeks. this was so embarrassing.

‘One day I'll walk down the aisle

Holding hands with my mama

I'll be thanking my dad

'Cause she grew from the drama

Only wanna do it once, real bad

Gon' make that last

God forbid something happens

Least this song is a smash (song is a smash)’

you were mid flight, smashing a bludger in the direction of the vermillion colours. even when you were immensely sweaty, intensely panting, abundantly tired, and your arm looked like it wanted to fall off he wanted to kiss the energy back into you. james loved winning against slytherin, it might’ve been his favourite thing at hogwarts; but he would murder a pack of death eaters if it meant he got to see your smile when your emerald-clad seeker clutched that small golden ball.

both teams landed, a handshake due for the game to be over after almost two continuous hours of playing and that stubborn ball blazing the air. he meant to walk over there, a hug overdue in his prideful way of saying congratulations but he did not think that he would’ve strided over to your panting figure and clasped your soft cushion lips with his own parched ones from the continuous heaving in his breath.

your lips tasted of peach, hints of mango. your lips dried of chapstick but still smooth— feeling the grooves in your lips, they were puffy and swollen probably from the tremendous amount of times you had bitten your lips in anxiety. your lips disconnected for a moment, suddenly realizing that you had an audience of your fellow slytherins, your enemy gryffindors and not one but two shocked crowds of hufflepuffs and ravenclaws suddenly watching the private scene unfold.

james cleared his throat, looking at your grinning face that was encased between his palms, your face was significantly flushed, your chest moving every millisecond at the loss of breath in your lungs. “good, uh, good game james.”

‘I've got so much love (love)

Got so much patience (patience)

I've learned from the pain (pain)

I turned out amazing (turned out amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I'll say’

cocky, quidditch captain, school prankster, pureblood gryffindor, and head boy. that to the peering eyes of hogwarts was james potter, but he was so much more than that. he was like an onion, gross comparison but for the sake of it you’ll use it, he had layers but everyday it’s like you cried a little less and you peeled just a bit more.

he was benevolent, he guided first years to common rooms and sometimes he studied with fourth year hufflepuffs. he was sensible, sometimes, he helped out madame pomfrey in the healers wing when remus had been injured from a full moon along with any remaining students in the ward from previous incidents, not to mention, you did uncover remus’ ‘furry secret’ and swore to secrecy. and most of all, james was cherishing, he actually did give a fuck when you had a bad day, he stroked your back and hummed you stupid baby lullabies.

i mean could you imagine lucius malfoy and evan rosier humming a girl lullabies when they were upset? celebratory kisses after quidditch, bringing you snacks while you were overwhelmed in school work and actually made an effort in the relationship? they would’ve bought you a pair of red bottoms and called it a day.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Yeah’

there was infact one thing that your past relationships taught you;

never date a man to ever be put in the slytherin house ever again.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years ago

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Princess Part 5

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Link to Part 4

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: E- smut

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Christmas came around a lot quicker than you expected. Returning back to Grimmauld Place you were thrilled with the thoughts of having Regulus all to yourself for some time. Walburga and Orion were busy planning their annual Christmas Eve gala that was hosted every year so that would leave Regulus and yourself some alone time. You silently thanked Orion for attempting to keep his wife from your meddling in the love affair going on between Regulus and yourself. The two of you were adults and didn’t need Walburga butting in or trying to keep sex from happening.

To your displeasure, however, Voldemort had other ideas. For the first week of the holiday Regulus was gone the whole time. Apparently, there was some mission that could not wait. That meant you were once again put on the back burner. This seeming abandonment you would have to put up with. There was no sense in trying to talk Regulus out of going. He had to. Whether you wanted him to or not, your lover had to work for the greater good. You would just have to deal without him for a bit and not complain. Walburga’s words of that’s what good wives do. They support their husbands...especially at a time like this. You will look pretty and provide him comfort when Regulus comes home rang in your head. It didn’t matter if you weren’t his wife “technically.” In Walbruga’s eyes, you were as good as Regulus’ wife.

Luckily, Walburga picked up on your sullen mood and swooped in to keep you occupied. She required you to help her with the Christmas gala and took you dress shopping (even though you had plenty of evening gowns) for a perfect party dress. As the witch as the dress shop hovered over you gathering measurements and deciding what tone would look best on you. Finally, the three of you decided on a form-fitting emerald green gown that pushed your breasts to new heights and a split that went nearly to your thigh. Walburga smiled from her seat.

“Come Easter holiday, we will be looking for a wedding dress.”

She was thrilled with your sweet smile. The seamstress looked up with a grin.

“Ah, getting married are you?”

You nodded, happily. Walburga normally didn’t let emotions other than wrath and anger show. Today, however, she smiled like a proud mother.

“She’s marrying my only son. Isn’t she a beauty?”

The seamstress nodded, eagerly.

“I thought she was your daughter, ma’am.”

Walburga stood and came to join you on the platform that you were standing on while the seamstress hemmed the bottom of the dress.

“She’s as good as. Y/n and my Regulus have been taken with each other since they were children. There is no one better for my son.”

The seamstress nodded with a smile.

“I saw your boy a few days ago, Mrs. Black. He is very handsome. These two will make lots of pretty babies.”

Walburga nodded, locking her gaze on you. The two of you made eye contact and your expectations as a woman and wife were clearly said without Walburga saying a word. She had made it clear that she wanted an heir but not anytime soon. You were thankful that she saw your views on wanting to wait until things with lord Voldemort slowed down. When he made the appropriate amount of progress and Regulus wasn’t out risking his life then you would have a baby.

“That is the hope.”

Walburga replied.

The Christmas gala came with no sign of Regulus coming home. You sat putting the finishing touches on your makeup before heading downstairs to the party. The last thing that you really wanted to do was go to this party without Regulus. Showing up without your boyfriend to a party where 98% of the invitees knew about your engagement was a bit tiresome. You didn’t feel like spending the evening saying polite thank yous to all of the people in your social circle wishing you well. It was rude and selfish, you knew this. All that you wanted was your lover.

Stepping into the room, your eyes immediately went to Evan and Emma. Your annoyance built a bit more. Emma got to have her fiance home. Before you could hide from your cousin, he spotted you and grabbed Emma’s arm to pull her over. Emma immediately smiled as her eyes met yours.

“Y/n!”

She said, cheerfully and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Hi, Emma. Evan when did you get home?”

Evan shrugged.

“Yesterday. Regulus should be back soon. There was a mission that one of the new worthless members of or cause messed up. Regulus had to go clean up the mess.”

You didn’t have to ask Evan what that meant. Regulus was out killing someone. You had told Regulus in the beginning that you didn’t want to know what he was doing when he went out. It didn’t matter how you felt about purebloods, half-bloods, or mudbloods. You didn’t want to hear about death. Since your own mother was killed years beforehand; you had always been sensitive to it.

“I see. I’m glad to see that you are alright.”

You wrapped your arms around Evan’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. If something had happened to Evan you would have been devastated. Evan smiled and returned the gesture. He looked between Emma and yourself with a pleased smile.

“Pureblood women are the prettiest. You two look simply lovely.”

Emma smiled and playfully smacked her fiance’s arm.

“You’re so talented at words.”

Evan shrugged, knowing that his fiance was right.

“I’m going to talk to Malfoy. I’ll leave you two together.”

When Evan walked away Emma turned her attention back to you. Your face had turned a bit more annoyed.

“What is it? You look furious.”

You scoffed.

“Lucius is back too? Everyone has their lovers back except for me.”

Emma’s motherly smiled returned as she reached out to fluff your hair.

“There now. Stop frowning. You’re going to get age lines too quickly. Y/n, you know what our men are doing is the right thing to do. We have to make sacrifices for the greater good.”

You wanted to scowl even harder at the comment on the greater good. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t make a comment about how you were questioning “the greater good.” Was all of this even worth it?

Emma’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“You look lovely. It's good to see that the best of our society came to this gala. I was afraid that Melissa would be here.”

You rolled your eyes. The feeling of annoyance about Emma’s hatred of your other friend returned.

“You know that her family wouldn’t have been able to afford a new dress for her. She would have looked simply dreadful.”

Emma added. You took a sip of the drink that you had snatched off of a tray.

“She is in France with her grandparents anyway.”

Emma’s cold eyes narrowed.

“I don’t understand your fascination with that girl. We are practically royalty and she’s just...poor.”

You sighed.

“She’s nice, Emma. Maybe it's a good thing to network outside of our own social circles from time to time. There could be something useful that comes out of friendships with others.”

It was Emma’s turn to roll her own eyes.

“Sure, if my house elf needs a new pillowcase to wear. Regulus!”

You quickly turned the moment Regulus’ hand touched the small of your back. Without even thinking, you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“You’re home.”

You said, softly. Regulus chuckled and pulled you into a soft kiss. He would have kissed you more but Regulus knew his mother would have a cow if the two of you started snogging in the middle of a party.

“I’ve missed you.”

He replied as you slowly backed away.

“I missed you too.”

You whispered, looking him over. Thankfully, nothing looked out of order. Regulus appeared to be perfectly fine with no injuries. He stood dressed in a full black suit and tie that matched your dress.

Emma, meanwhile, touched your arm so you wouldn’t forget her presence.

“I’ll leave you two alone. I’m going to find Evan.”

“Bye, Emma.”

You said, softly as Regulus gave her a nod. He waited until she was out of earshot before speaking.

“What was going on? You looked ready to punch her.”

You rolled your eyes as Regulus slipped his arm around your waist. He wanted to keep you as close to him as possible and you weren't about to object.

“She’s such a selfish person sometimes.”

Regulus nodded, rolling his eyes. You were never more correct than you were with that sentence.

“Emma and Evan are perfect for each other.”

Your eyes fluttered up to Regulus’ face.

“I hear that we are perfect for each other too.”

Regulus leaned closer. Having you this close to him after the hellish week that he had was more than welcoming. Regulus had big his mother and father a quick hello before coming to find you. You were the one that he wanted to see more than anyone in the world.

“Oh, my darling, you have no idea. This dress...it's going to look even more wonderful on my floor.”

You ran a hand down Regulus’ chest earning a sigh from him.

“Why don’t we get out of here for a little bit?”

You asked, resisting the urge to let your hand go lower.

“That sounds nice.”

The two of you left the party without gaining much attention. Walburga and Orion were so busy talking to the Malfoys that they didn’t notice Regulus lightly shoving you from the room and up the stairs.

The moment his bedroom door was shut, Regulus had you against the wall. Soft timid kisses quickly turned hungry as he shoved his suit jacket off. He groaned as your hands reached up and tangled in his hair to deepen the kiss.

“Need you, now.”

Regulus moaned between kisses. The past week had been one of the most exhausting in his life! Coming to find you in a dress that practically showed your tits to the whole room made the jealous lover in him go into hyperdrive. Regulus yanked the soft silky fabric until it ripped. He gave one more hard pull until what was left of the dress hit the floor.

Now you stood before him in only a silky white thong and your emerald heels.

“Now that’s better.”

Regulus growled before going for the thong. You gave him an amused scowl as he tore it off of you too.

“I am running low on lingerie.”

You commented as his hands trailed over your breasts to cup them greedily. Regulus stood up straight and looked down at you with that displeased expression. So, this is the mood for the night. You thought as that dom eyebrow of his rose up.

“I can do whatever I want, Y/n. I can rip anything off of my fiance that I want. If you are that worried about lingerie, I can always buy you more.”

You smirked and said in almost a teasing tone.

“Yes, sir.”

Regulus was suddenly pressed against you so hard that you could barely breathe. His handsome face was looking down at you with an angry hungry expression. Regulus’ hand tilted your chin so you were looking at him fully.

“So you want to be a smart mouth, huh? Well, princess that’s just fine with me.”

“The silencing charm…”

You muttered. The last thing that you wanted was for anyone to hear what the two of you were about to do. Regulus shook his head.

“No, you want to be a sassy little brat then I’m going to make you scream like a whore.”

His voice was low. It was low and oozing with pent up sexual energy from the past week apart.

“Reggie, I don’t want people to hear…”

Regulus’ hand was over your mouth silencing any more of your sentence from coming out. He leaned down nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Don’t you Reggie me. Now I’m going to shut that smart mouth up.”

He quickly started loosening his tie and tossed it to the side before going for his dress shirt. You swallowed, watching hungrily as he unbuckled his belt before pulling you back into another kiss.

“Time to shut your smart mouth up.”

He took your hand and moved it to the bulge in his dress pants.

“You know what I want.”

Regulus added, his voice softening a bit. You eagerly nodded as he wrapped his hand around yours and led you to the velour loveseat near the fireplace. Regulus kicked his shoes off before easing his dress pants down his slender waist. You wanted to whine the moment that his erection came into view.

“On your knees.”

Regulus ordered as he sat down, spreading his legs enough for you to kneel between his knees like the sweet princess you were. He tossed his mess curls over his shoulder as you knelt before him.

“Kiss me first.”

He said before leaning down enough to kiss you. You put as much passion as you could into the kiss. Regulus was clearly caught off guard and let the inner dom in him get lost in your mouth. You pushed up enough to be pressed against his chest as the snogging continued. Regulus rocked his hips the moment his brain seemed to realize that his cock was trapped between your joined bodies.

Regulus was the one to break the kiss.

“Get to work, princess.”

You did as you were told but decided to tease him a big first. Kissing his full lips once more, you moved slowly down his body. Pressing soft butterfly kisses to his chin, neck, chest, and stomach before moving to his waiting erection. Your eyes flickered to the dark mark on his arm before batting up to his face. As much as you wanted to admit that you didn’t like his “job” the dark mark on his arm was a turn on. Seeing your prim and proper lover with a tattoo was enough to leave you wet and dripping.

“Don’t make tell you twice.”

Regulus snapped.

“Yes, darling.”

You cooed before seductively licking a path down his length. Regulus fought the urge to close his eyes as you took him into your mouth. You focused on trying to make him moan. If he was going to be a cheeky shit and not put a silencing charm on the room then you were going to make him moan so loud that his mother would hear him downstairs.

You smirked at the thought of Walburga down there minding her own business. She would be mortified the moment that she realized that her son wasn’t in any danger but instead was getting a blow job. The two of you would get the tongue lashing of a lifetime that even Orion wouldn’t be able to save you from.

“That’s a good girl.”

Regulus hissed, trying to resist the urge to move his hips. Your violet eyes fluttered open and met your lover’s face. Regulus was biting his lip as he stared at you with lust-filled eyes.

You pulled away enough for Regulus’ cock to leave your mouth with a “pop.” Regulus groaned and leaned his head back against the sofa as his hands dug into the material You leaned forward and kissed his inner thighs while keeping one hand on his cock to keep Regulus muttering beneath you.

Internally, you cursed the control that Regulus had on himself. You wanted nothing more than to have him moan a little louder. Hearing him say “fuck” and “good girl” was thrilling but you wanted to have him gasping.

“I know what you are trying to do and I should spank you for it.”

Regulus growled before reaching down and pulling you into his arms. His mouth was back on yours as he claimed his prize. You quickly reached up and twirled your fingers in the curls that had fallen into his face.

“I like it when you spank me.”

You said against his lips. Regulus chuckled. He had let his hard side go to simply enjoy being close to you.

“I will never hit you but I won’t hesitate to lay you over my lap and spanking you.”

You gigged against his mouth before gently pulling his bottom lip into your mouth. Regulus reached between your bodies to circle your clit with his index finger. You immediately bucked against his hand.

“Not yet, naughty girl.”

Regulus wrapped his arms around you enough to lift you bridal style. You hungrily kissed the exposed skin of his neck. Leaving lovebites for the world to see was your next goal. You didn’t give two shits if the two of you returned to school looking as if you had been attacked.

Regulus dropped you onto the bed interrupting your thoughts of love bites. You stared up at him as Regulus removed your heels. He gently kissed your ankles before spreading your legs. Regulus wanted nothing more than to shove in and make love to you roughly. You, however, didn’t deserve that. It had been nearly a week since your last lovemaking. He wanted to make you feel good. If you could put your legs together the next morning that would be even more pleasing.

“Reggie.”

You whined his name earning a smile from your lover. He reached down and cupped your face. His dom persona had dropped quickly and was replaced by the sweet boy that you had fallen in love with.

“Soon, darling.”

He took his place over you and kissed your lips, cheeks, and collar bone. You sighed happily as his mouth moved down to your breasts. Stormy eyes met yours as he bit at your nipple before gently sucking at your stinging bud. Your hands ran through his curls as Regulus moved away from your breasts to kiss and lick a path down your stomach.

“You’re so wet.”

Regulus stated as he gently pressed two fingers inside of you. You bucked your hips earning a low laugh from Regulus as he shoved you back down. His voice seemed to drop an octave as he lowered his mouth to your folds.

“Nothing tastes better than you, love. You’re the only girl that I could do this too.”

Regulus whispered before licking a path down your folds to tease at your clit. Your eyes snapped closed knowing that Regulus was about to play unfairly. His goal at the moment was to overstimulate you. Swallowing back a sigh, you made a mental note to be quiet. You couldn’t let the party guests hear you screaming from your soon to be husband’s touch.

“Reggie, I need…”

Regulus stopped licking and looked up to you with that shit-eating grin. He ran a hand over his chin before taking his fingers out of you and licking them clean.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

Regulus quickly took his place on top of you and turned your face to his.

“Tell me what you need.”

He said in a cheeky tone as he kissed your cheek not coming near your mouth. His hand had gone between your bodies to rub his erection against your clit.

“Make love to me.”

You cried.

“Make love to me, beautiful boy.”

Regulus smirked before shoving just the tip inside. You cried as he slowly pushed in a little more. He gave you enough for a bit of pleasure but not enough to leave you starry-eyed and gasping.

“Reggie, you aren’t playing fair.’

You whimpered. Regulus chuckled as he began to make love to you with just the little bit of his cock that he had given you.

“Who said that I played fair?”

He asked. Your violet eyes opened, narrowing on his arrogant smirk.

“Fine, if you aren’t going to fuck me properly then give me the vibrator in the bedside table. I know what to do with it.”

Regulus’ cheeky expression instantly faded and was replaced with that jealous scowl that he wore so well. This was the scowl that he always wore when you would talk to another boy that wasn’t Regulus or Evan. The last time that you had really seen Regulus’ jealous side was the day that the two of you had ran into Sirius in town and the older brother hugged you. Normally you wouldn’t play into Regulus’ jealousy. Today, however, it would get you what you wanted.

Without another word, Regulus shoved in balls deep leaving you spasming around him.

“You don’t need that toy when you have me.”

He hissed raising your thigh over his hip to give him deeper access to your body. You fought the urge to cry every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix. Regulus quickly put a hand over your mouth.

“Hush now. Do you want everyone to know what it sounds like when I fuck you?”

You shook your head as Regulus removed his hand in order to steady his own shaking body.

“Reggie, it feels so good.”

You cried with each snap of his hips. He didn’t ease up on the speed of his thrusts. You could tease him and tell him that he was being mean. That would just result in your cervix being abused harder. Not that you would be complaining. You would be moaning harder. You bit your bottom lip trying to stop the moans from coming out louder. In between heavy breaths you were already crying Regulus’ name.

Suddenly, Regulus pushed in further and held his position. He kept the head of his cock pressed against your womb’s entrance. You felt uncomfortably full. Rocking your hips, you pleased with him to move. Your body was stretching to accommodate Regulus’ sudden action.

“I was reading in a magazine about making your lover come without moving and I think that you are about to.”

Regulus said with a moan. He was trying to stop his own body from coming. It didn’t matter how much you were pulsating around him, Regulus wanted to hold on. He wanted to have more time to torment you in a delicious way.

“Reggie!”

You cried his name a bit louder before finally finding your release. Regulus closed his eyes thinking over everything he could to stop himself from coming (school, his role as a death eater, anything) but it didn’t work. It took one more squeeze of your spasming core to send Regulus over the edge of no return.

The moment he came, you sighed in complement. His come filled you as Regulus continued to fuck you through his own orgasm until he too froze. Regulus muttered something that sounded like “god damn it” under his breath before collapsing on top of you.

Your fingers stroked through his sweat-drenched curls as Regulus continued to come inside of you.

“That was perfect.”

You whispered leaning up enough to kiss his forehead. Regulus slowly pulled out enough so he could roll you into his arms. When the two of you were able to move, he would call for Kreacher to come to change the sheets. For now, however, he was too lazy to consider moving.

Regulus’ laughing quickly got your attention. You looked up at him sleepily.

“What’s so funny?”

He grinned down at you with a playful smile.

“By the way, there is a silencing charm on our room. Mother cast it herself. Just thought that you should know.”

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accio-strawbz · 3 years ago

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the marauders & co. as things i think regularly

sirius: yes, i hate myself. yes, i could fight god and win

remus: is life meaningless or do we create meaning? is there any point? why do i exist? why is my consciousness in this body? why is...

james: *to anyone near me* hey you wanna see a tiktok i laughed at for a solid ten minutes

peter: im sorry im so sorry sorry sorry im so sorry im sorry

lily: i love school. so i haven't started any of my assignments, what about it

mary: i am the prettiest bitch on the planet

marlene: should i dress like a princess or a rockstar today?

regulus: wtf is sexual attraction? do i like them or do i want to be them?

#the marauders #projecting onto one marauder? nah how about all of them #yes im mentally ill could you tell #incorrect marauders #incorrect marauders quotes #marauders era #marauders #james & peter & remus & sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #regulus black #i love projecting #yes i’m projecting

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twoidiotwriters1 · 5 years ago

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Pure Blood 2(Sirius Black xF!Oc)

A/N: I can't believe all the support this story has had, thank you very much.

Words: 1,986

Chapter 1 // pt. 3

Chapter 2: Rare

Fifth Year,

Percy’s POV:

“I can’t believe those marauders are making pranks already, it’s the first day of school!”

That’s the first thing I hear when I wake up, followed by someone sitting on my bed next to me.

“Come on, P. It’s getting late,” I groan and pull off the sheets from my body.

“But it’s never late for gossip, isn’t it, Jenna?” I rub my eyes.

“You know is not,” She replies with a laugh and gets up, “and less if it’s about those four boys, they never rest”

I get up as well and go to the bathroom to get change to my usual uniform.

“You’re always talking about them,” I roll my eyes.

“That’s because there’s always something new to talk about,” She replies from the other side of the room.

I sigh and examine my reflection in the mirror, the dark circles under my eyes are getting bigger and bigger, almost matching with my eyes.

Another night, another nightmare.

I take a quick shower and get dress in a few minutes. Jenna and I walk together to the Great Hall, I can hear the people in there laughing and talking really loudly though we’re pretty far away.

When we finally get in I see most of the noise is coming from the lion’s table, I roll my eyes and walk towards the Slytherin table, I gran an apple and bite on it while I sit.

“I don’t get why are they so loud,” i said to Jenna when she sits in front of me.

“They convinced Peeves to help them for a prank, you know how they get along with that poltergeist.”

“And that’s a victory?” I ask, looking at their table.

Several boys and girls are leasing towards the center of the table to listen to James Potter’s story. From my place I can only see his exaggerated expressions and how he raises his arms from time to time, next to him I see Sirius Black, who I once call my friend, but now is one of the popular kids in Hogwarts and a total ladies’ man. His arm is around James’ shoulders, adding details to make the audience laugh a bit more. Behind both of them I see Peter Pettigrew, or the least interesting guy of their group, as anyone would say. They boy listen attentively, they only look at him a few times while talking but soon enough they leave him aside. Finally, the last member: Remus Lupin, who’s just quietly eating his breakfast next to Sirius, he’s reading something, or maybe just pretenden to read but in reality he’s pretending to not listen to their story, or just feels overwhelmed with all the eyes around him.

“Anyway, I have to tell you about that Irish guy that I met during my vacations,” Jenna’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts and now all my attention is focused on her. I smile at her words and wait to hear all about the newest story in her love life.

Jenna is quite beautiful, ever since third year she’s got this huge line of suitors. She’s got blond hair that always look perfectly done, blue eyes and a charming smile.

And don’t even get me started on her general looks, with the long legs she was born with, she’s the taller than the average girl at Hogwarts, including me. But even though she’s one of the prettiest girls, and all the rumors around her, she never acts like she’s better than anyone else, and never plays along with what people talks about her.

She knows her beauty attracts most of the guys and makes lots of girls feel jealous, but she’s never done any harm. She rejects politely to any boy that tries to ask her out and it’s always local to her current relationship. She’s never really “bad” unless it’s necessary. Everyone could talk about her and believe the worst, but in reality she’s my sunshine. A lightning of hope on my darkest times, she never stops shinning.

We’re friends since second year and she’s the only real friend I’ve had in my whole life.

“But I had to reject him,” She ends the story, supporting her face on one hand, “P, you should’ve seen him, he was so charming! all dreamy…”

I laugh lightly and shake my head.

“You will find someone better this year,” I finish my apple and live the rest on a plate. She lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“I doubt it, I’m tired of dating the kids in school. I need someone older”

“Well, if you find anything, let me know,” I smile jockingly.

“Oh, but you already have one like that, honey,” She says in a playful tone.

“Who?”

“Don’t play innocent, I know there’s a certain younger boy who would die to be with you…”

“Don’t start.”

“Please, Regulus only have those grey beautiful eyes for you, besides he’s pretty mature for his age, and he’s also very cute.”

I groan at her words.

“Yeah, you’re right, he’s cute and blablabla… but never in a million years I would try to be with him like that. He’s like my little brother.”

“So… like incest?”

“Jenna!”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” She laughs, “but if you really think that, you should tell him.”

She lowers her eyes towards my plate and notices I only have the leftovers of the apple on it.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?” She asks, I nod, “you’re sure? It was just an apple”

“I’m not really hungry,” I shrug, before she can say anything else, i gran my bag and get up, “I have to go, I have potions…”

“Okay, see you later…” Replies unsure.

I walk out of the Great Hall and go through the halls with my head high and my back straight as usual, some people watch me curiously, the youngest even look a bit scared, when they let me pass. That would’ve cheered me up before, since I’ve been getting this reactions ever since third year, but now, they just cause me anxiety.

My thoughts are interrupted when I turn right too fast and I crash into someone else, both of us let out books fall to the floor.

“Sorry, I was distracted,” The girl looks up and her smile vanishes, her expression immediately tensing.

When I see those green eyes and red hair my whole body shakes uncontrollaby, feeling a knot in my throat.

Lily Evans tares, confused and waiting for me to react.

“Aren’t you going to say anything back, Singh?” She raises a brow, I shake my head.

“I…” I don’t know what to do, i lower my eyes and notice her books are still on the floor, so I reach for them and pick them up, “t-there…” She grabs them, unsure. I clear my throat, “Bye.”

I step inside the classroom, practicar running, I walk towards my seat while my heart rounds harshly against my chest and my hands shake. I try to control my breathing.

This can’t be happening.

(omniscient narrator)

While Persephone has a crisis on the potions’ classroom, Lily Evans stays outside, her face has gone a little pale and hasn’t fully understood what just happened.

“Hi, Lily,” Remus Lupin stands beside her, since she doesn’t answer right away, the boys repeats in a more worried tone, “Lily?”

She blinks quickly and notices Remus next to her.

“Oh hi, Remus”

“Are you okay?” She nods.

“It’s just…” Lily turns around towards the door where Persephone disappears, “something odd happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“Persephone Singh, I crash against her by accident and she… did nothing.”

Lupin stares at her in confusion.

“Wait, she didn’t hurt you or anything when she hit you? Are you sure?, you’re very pale”

“No Remus, that’s the weird part. When I saw it was her I thought she would start a fight, or at least she would say something rude to me, but no… she just picked up our books and left. Actually, she looked nervous…”

Remus couldn’t be any more confused, he can’t believe what his friend is telling him.

“Wait, are we talking of the Persephone Singh? The same girl that has insulted you since first year because of your muggle parents? The girl that everyone calls “The slytherin princess”… She was nervous?”

“I can’t believe it either, but another thing I notice was her body language, sort of… I don’t know, scared when she saw me?”

“Scared?”

It can’t be. How could someone so arrogant, rude and intimidating like her being scared of someone like Lily?

“Moony, stop the flirting already, Slughorn is waiting,” Says Sirius once he’s beside him, “sorry Evans, but this lad,” he points to Remus, “needs to be the best so one day he can buy me pretty things,” Sirius puts an arm around Remus’ shoulders and force him inside.

Lupin waves at Lily from afar and walks along with his friend. Both of them step inside the room and sit on their usual spots, sharing the table.

After a moment, the professor enters and class starts. Most of the students pay attention to Slughorn, (except for Sirius, who didn’t hesitate to start doodling stuff on his parchment without a care). Remus ignores his friend and jeeps his eyes on the board, but something else starts to distract him.

A few seats ahead of him he sees Persephone, and the conversation he had with Lily comes back to him. Remus watches closely the girl’s back, he can tell she’s paying attention, but as time goes by it seems she’s struggling to stay awake, her head tilts and she supports it on top of her hand, not succeding at staying alert.

Her attitude causes the curiosity in Remus to spark into action, since she’s always fighting to be the top student. She used to be the one who always raised her hand at hard questions every five minutes, or to add something the professor might have missed. She always tried to win points for Slytherin, but now, Lupin is sure that she’s not even listening to the class.

Remus’ Flashback: (omniscient narrator)

“Remus, you know I don’t like being near to them,” Says Lily, staring at the table in one corner, where the small group of Slytherins is.

“It win’t take long, I promise”

The readhead sighs heavily, but follows her friend.

They both walk past the table but unfortunately they don’t go unnoticed, the group doesn’t hesitaste to start a fight.

“I can’t believe it, even here it’s starting to stink,” Says a blonde girl, making everyone around her laugh.

“You shouldn’t be here, Evans,” Says another boy, standing quickly in front of her, Lupin pushes him away with one arm.

“Rosier, we only came to get books, leave us alone,” Remus answers, trying to make the boy step back. He doesn’t succeed.

“Oh, look,” Evan Rosier looks at Remus, “the lion can speak. Where are your guardians, puppy?”

“Leave him alone, we haven’t done anything to you,” Lily replies.

“Yet,” adds Persephone, caughting their attention, “Who do you think you are to talk like that to a Pureblood?”

Rosier smiles, clearly pleased with himself. He steps aside to leave Percy at the front of the group, who walks closer towards the redhead.

“I-I don’t,” Lily stutters, Persephone’s dark eyes manage to intimidate her, the slytherin raises a brow.

“So?” She smirks, “all the courage that lions say they have, but this dumb girl can’t even utter a sentence. Go back to where you came from, mudblood,” She hiss in disgust.

Teas start to fall on Lily’s face without her being able to stop them, the sweet thirteen year-old runs out of the library, leaving the group of snakes laughing at their actions and her friend, who doesn’t understand how a girl like Persephone could hate so much to someone who isn’t a pure blood.

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jeguluskinktoberr · 2 months ago

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“A taste of sunlight” just say you want me dead next time. Those scratches…

jegulus vampire!au / day 5 of @jeguluskinktoberr

“a taste of sunlight.”

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devcted · 1 year ago

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he can hardly believe that he’s lucky enough to have met bee and teddy, much less be offered a place to stay at their home. he knows he would be happy there, living with his two favorite people and surrounded by animals. for once he allows himself to picture it— something that he wants and not what his parents want. it’s warm and comforting like a blanket, realizing how safe bee makes him feel.

it helps that it’s easy to talk to her, feeling like he can bear his soul to her or be himself. her son is just as charming, making regulus smile as he attempts to speak, calling them a prince and princess like from one of his stories. “mama is beautiful like a princess, isn’t she?” regulus agrees, green eyes flickering up to her. she already looks beautiful as is, but with a flower crown and her outfit she looks ethereal.

his heart feels warm when she tells teddy she’d like to have him around for a long time and it feels good that she already likes him enough to tell her son as much. teddy beams, talking excitedly about showing off their cows and goats. “can i count on you, teddy? i need you to introduce me to every one of the animals before my first day working on your ranch.” he loves the idea of helping this family, but even more so spending his days with the animals and doing something actually enriching that’s different from sitting in his family’s palace and being spoiled.

regulus doesn’t expect bee to tell teddy that she loves him too, but the toddler looks up at her expectantly and she says it, that warmth in her voice. he looks at her, green eyes drinking her in, trying to process how much love he has for her even though they’ve only just met. he’s sure he’s never going to see anyone or anything as perfect as she is for the rest of his days.

he’s drawn out of his trance when teddy cheers, hugging him again and he smiles. “we’re going to make so much pretty art, aren’t we, teddy bear?”

bee suggests a time and he nods, looking her up and down again. “sunday it is. i think a sleepover could be fun.” his gaze lingers on her almost suggestively, but not so much that teddy would notice anything.

teddy takes his hand and he’s just about to steer him off when bee stops him, her arms coming up around him as she pulls him towards her to kiss. he kisses her back, even though it’s just a peck. “always,” he says, out of breath just from the gentle touch of her lips. “we’ll dance until you’re tired.” he smiles, glancing down at their baby. “or until he is.”

letting teddy excitedly lead him to the center of the clearing where everyone else is dancing, he takes both the toddler’s tiny hands. regulus allows him to take the lead, swinging their arms as he performs a toddler’s version of dancing, which is a lot of jumping around excitedly. they’re playing dance music from the 90s, so it fits anyway, regulus spinning him around some more. he’s so focused on teddy that he doesn’t think to look at any of their audience, preferring to stay in this little world with his dance partner.

#⠀* prose › b. diggory

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