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rafesangelita · 2 months ago

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[🍩] soft!dom!rafe x breeding kink x corruption kink😜😜 with hella dirty talk😫

warnings: bambi!reader, innocent!reader, established relationship, making out, heavy petting, pussy slapping, oral (f. receiving), rafe is messyyyyy lol, unprotected sex, rough sex, crying, blood (very little, it’s from a bite lol), breeding, multiple orgasms, rafe slaps you just once, corruption kink, lots of dirty talk, first time, loss of virginity, fingering, finger sucking, hair pulling, slapping, soft aftercare, brief mentions of having kids

a/n: i think i got really carried away with this but breeding kink with bambi was something i wanted to write but was unsure of how to start it lol so thank you so much for this request 🤍

rafe was in heaven right now and he wasn’t even inside of you yet. he kissed you gently, the feeling of your fingers stroking his face while he caged you between his arms was everything he didn’t know he needed. “you show up in this pretty little dress of yours, did you have this planned?” you gasped when you felt his hand snake under the soft material of your dress, his touch skimming over the waistband of your underwear. “no. ‘just wanted to look pretty for you..” you whispered, those doe eyes of yours beaming up at the man on top of you. “you do. you look perfect.” rafe sighed.

slipping his tongue in your mouth, your eyebrows drew together as you couldn’t help but move your hips against the thigh he had between your legs. rafe looked down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you rut against him. “does that feel good?” he hiked your dress up, wanting a better view of your clothed cunt. you hummed, your skin flushing as rafe concentrated on the way you moved underneath him. hands roaming your body, there wasn’t an inch of you that went untouched. slipping your dress off, rafe marveled at the sight of your bare chest.

despite you two being together for a while, the furthest you two had ever gotten was making out and a little groping here and there, but that was it. rafe had no problem waiting until you were ready to go there. you shivered, the chilly air of rafe’s room making your nipples harden right before his eyes. “fuck, bambi..” he cupped one of your tits, a whimper leaving your lips when he leaned down and took the other in his mouth. “are you okay if i do this?” you glanced down at his hand moving your underwear to the side. meeting his eyes, you nodded. “please.”

rafe watched your face morph into one of full blown pleasure when he gathered the wetness at your entrance and glided the tips of his fingers to your clit. “you’re soaked.” he laughed, making you turn your head away from him out of shyness. grabbing your chin, rafe squeezed your cheeks together and forced you to look at him as his fingers started working your sensitive bundle of nerves. you were instantly trying to draw away from his digits, the motions being far too much for you at once. “shhh, don’t run from it,” he licked a stripe up the column of your throat, “let me watch you.” he smiled teasingly.

you smiled back, only for it to be wiped from your face when he slapped your folds, the sensation making you jolt. despite it stinging for a quick second, you started chasing his hand for more. “you want another one?” he slapped you again, this time making your thighs shake, “my little whore likes that, huh?” you were surprised at the name calling, but even more suprised when you found out you liked it. “talk to me, baby. tell me what you want..” his lips ghosted over yours. rafe had gotten you so wet, you could hear your slick with each stroke of his fingers. “wanna go all the way with you, ray..”

rafe swore he could hear the angels singing. he’s been waiting, anticipating for this day to come. “yeah?” he kissed you, slotting himself between your thighs before pulling away from your cunt. “yes. ‘want you so bad!” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. you watched him pop his fingers in his mouth, sucking the remnants of you off of his digits. oh, god. pulling him close, you kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. taking your underwears off in one swift movement, you palmed rafe in his shorts, your eyes widening when you felt how large he was in your hand.

“you’ll be fine, baby. i’m gonna take such good care of you..” in rafe’s mind, you had already did this before, but the look on your face was starting to make him think otherwise. his suspicions were confirmed when you looked up at him with watery eyes. “is it going to hurt?” you whimpered, his erection resting heavily on your tummy. rafe studied you for a moment. “you’ve never had sex before?” you shook your head, biting your lip nervously. rafe felt so wrong for being so turned on at the revelation. “have you ever touched yourself?” rafe was on the brink of losing his mind. “no..”

that was it. this man was going to ruin you. “i’m sorry, it’s embarrassing.” you pouted, looking away from him. embarrassing? rafe felt like he could cum right then and there. “that’s not embarrassing at all, baby.” he reassured you, moving away any stray hairs you might’ve had in your face. “you know what that means? that means i get to turn you into my own personal little slut.” his words made butterflies flutter in your stomach. rafe unbuckled his belt, his shorts and boxers now long forgotten. despite being horny out of his mind, rafe still checked to make sure you were okay.

“are you sure about this, bambi?” you watched as he snaked down your body, hooking your thighs to his shoulders. a shaky breath left your lips, your hands intertwining with his as he pressed kisses to your flesh. “yes, i want you-” you were cut off by rafe’s tongue delving into your sweetness. your back arched off of his mattress, your thighs threatening to snap around his head. the only word you could use to describe the noises in rafe’s room was lewd. the slurping, grunting, moaning, it was all hitting you at once that this was actually happening.

rafe was so hard already, his own fist wrapped around his cock as he sloppily lapped at your soaked pussy. he couldn’t get enough. instinctively, you couldn’t help your hips from grinding against his face, your boyfriend doing everything to make you tremble and shake in pure bliss. you freed one of your hands from his grip and trailed it up your chest, squeezing your tit while rafe groaned at the sight. “i haven’t even put any fingers in you, baby, you’re going to be a mess by the time i actually fuck you.” you cried out when he sucked your clit, his middle finger prodding at your entrance.

gasping at the intrusion, rafe shushed you as you whimpered at the unfamiliar stretch. “how are we doing, sweetheart?” he looked up at you, cursing under his breath. you were so fucking tight, he could only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around his cock. “..hurts a little.” you took a breath, moaning when he curled his digit. “it’ll feel good soon, i promise baby. ‘gonna make you cum so fucking much.” he continued working on your clit, the added stimulation making your eyes screw shut. rafe waited until you were gasping his name before entering a second finger.

you practically screamed, your hands shooting down to dig your nails into his skin. “rafe, i think i’m!-” you froze, your eyes rolling back as you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you. it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. suddenly you couldn’t breathe, your mouth falling open in a silent moan before your legs started to shake. rafe knew you were cumming and it only made him go rougher on you, wanting your first orgasm to be unforgettable. inserting a third finger, your eyes shot open as you thrashed against his sheets, your body trying to retract from him.

“r-rafe, s’too much! i can’t!” your words came out choppy with each breath you tried to take, your boyfriend eventually bringing you down from your high. you had tears rolling down your cheeks, your entire body feeling like jelly as rafe came up from between your thighs. the lower half of his face, and even the tip of his nose, was glistening with your slick. rafe had given you a taste of something you soon felt like you couldn’t get enough of. rafe grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing you to look down where he lined his cock up with your entrance.

you met each other’s eyes, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding, before he slammed into you, both of you having two different reactions. while rafe doubled over, absolutely enthralled by how tight you were, you were crying, your nails leaving crescents in rafe’s side. you were only able to take half of his length, but rafe was determined to give you the whole thing by the time he was done. while the feeling wasn’t exactly painful, you just felt so full. rafe took your lips in a searing kiss, pulling out before thrusting into you again. “you feel so fucking good, you know that?” he praised you.

rafe started thrusting into you until any sense of discomfort melted away. “oh my god, look at you taking me so fucking well..” rafe whispered against your skin, littering your neck and chest with kisses. wrapping your arms around his neck, you didn’t hold back from moaning underneath him. “rafe go faster, please!” your boyfriend smiled, pulling away momentarily to see that dark look in your eyes. “whatever you want, baby.” you cried out when his hips slammed into your own, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “oh, rafe..” you shuddered, now that you were filled to the brim.

“you’re so perfect, you want this dick everyday?” you nodded frantically, not seeing how you could go without it now. “yeah? i bet you do..” he laughed, “‘been wanting to corrupt you since i got you, baby. your sweet little innocent eyes looking up at me when i would rub you through your panties, you have no idea how bad i wanted to get you naked and fuck you until you were crying for me to stop.” he slapped your cheek, a gasp leaving your lips at the action. “look at you now, you’re gonna be begging for this all the time.. ‘might just fuck a baby into you, huh?” you whimpered at his words.

“i want that.” you panted, his pubic bone slamming down on your clit with each thrust. “yeah? you want me to fill you up? get you all pretty and pregnant?” god, what was happening to you? “yes, ray! i want it so bad, ‘want your babies!” now it was rafe’s turn to get hysterical, the idea of you growing round with his seed turned him on beyond belief. “fuck!” he grunted, “oh, i wanna see that so bad, ‘want you walking around tanneyhill with your tummy full. everyone will know what we did.. what you let me do to you.” rafe didn’t care if it was the heat of the moment making you two talk like this, he just knew that you were it for him.

“how about i breed you right now, bambi? you want that?” he hoped you’d say yes, considering he wasn’t going to last very long. when he felt you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in, he nearly lost it by how turned on he was that you wanted the same thing. “please give it to me!” you cried, your boyfriend pulling you into his chest where he embraced you, making you unable to move away from him. you buried your face in his neck, biting down on his flesh as his hips stuttered, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum inside of you. you relished in the feeling, your walls milking him for all that he had.

“son of a- fuck! you’re squeezing me so fucking hard.” he shivered, the feeling of you gripping him from the base was undeniably the best thing he’s ever felt. reaching down, rafe rubbed hard circles on your clit until you came around him, only making you spasm even more. after you had raked your nails down his torso, and drew blood from biting him so hard, rafe had pulled out of you with a hiss, not a single drop of cum dribbling out. you had taken it all. “holy shit, are you okay, babe?” you looked spent. droopy eyes, swollen lips, tear stained cheeks, rafe thought you couldn’t get any more prettier than this.

you spotted the bite mark on his neck. “ray, you’re bleeding..” you attempted to sit up but failed pathetically when your arms gave out from under you. “s’okay.. stay right here, i’ll be right back.” you were dazed, your vision hazy as rafe went to grab a cold towel. when he came back, the blood from the curve of his neck was gone and he wrapped you in his sheets. dabbing the towel on your forhead, you suppressed a giggle at his ministrations. “i’m okay, rafe.” you pecked his cheek, grabbing his arm so he could spoon you. pressing a kiss to your temple, he massaged soothing circles into your side.

“you were so good for me, baby..” he whispered, his words making your heart flutter in your chest. “you promise i wasn’t some amateur?” rafe shushed you, a laugh tumbling from his mouth. “no way, you were great. i don’t know how we’re gonna get through a day without ravaging each other.” you hummed, already daydreaming about the next time. “did you mean what you said earlier? about wanting a baby?” rafe turned you around so you were face to face. you trailed a finger down his jaw. “well, i’ve always wanted kids..” you smiled. “with me though?” rafe’s eyes softened when you nodded.

“with only you..”

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bweedable · 1 month ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ CHRIS STURNIOLO P LIST ୧⋆ ˚｡

Chris doesnt have much patience.

Chris has a breeding Kink.

Chris loves how wet Y/N gets.

Chris loves how submissive she is.

Chris the munch.

Chris loves when she begs him to stop.

He knows just how to make you Feel Good.

In the back of Matts Car.

He LOVES watching your ass bounce on his big dick.

you WERE a cop for halloween ..

the type of videos he wants you to send him.

he loves finger fucking your perfect pussy.

lmk if you want any fics about these!! ;3

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inkdrinkerworld · 14 days ago

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happy halloween, hope you're doing great!

if it isn't already taken, i think prompt 9 + spencer would be really cute

“Stop squirming, you’re gonna mess up your face paint!”

Spencer smiles as you squirm at the cold face paint over your nose.

“It’s cold, and it tickles.”

Spencer laughs then, kissing your lips that aren’t done yet. “Baby, you don’t squirm when you’re doing your make up, it’s almost the same thing.”

You shrug, “It’s different when someone else is doing it for you.”

Spencer and you are going as characters from the Wizard of Oz, you as Dorothy and him as the Scarecrow, but Spencer wanted a scary twist to your sweet characters.

He’s currently painting wounds onto your cheek and forehead, his own gashes already applied.

“I’m almost finished, you look adorable.”

You frown, your face relaxing when Spencer tuts. “I thought I was supposed to look scary?”

Spencer shakes his head, “Scary? No darling, you look a little gnarly but not scary.”

You pout, “Can’t I be a little scary?”

Spencer smiles, “I mean you could be, just not as Dorothy.”

You whine just as Spencer finishes up his artistry and he leans down a bit to kiss your lips. “Spencer I wanna be scary.”

He chuckles, “Maybe I just know you too well for you to be scary,” the words are whispered against your lips. “You’re as harmless as a mouse.”

You groan, tipping your head away from him making him chase your lips. “No kisses.” You decide, Spencer laughing as he tips your chin down towards him.

“None?” He asks, his nose nudging your own. You shake your head, “Oh I’m terrified, we’re going to go the whole night without one single kiss?” Spencer’s teasing you but you like the idea.

You smile, nodding. “The whole night, until I scare you.”

Spencer nods, kissing the hinge of your jaw. “I’m already scared, angel. I’ll die without a kiss,” he pulls away and mumbles, “So will you.”

“I won’t, you’ll see. You’ll suffer all night till I scare you and then you’ll be begging for a kiss.”

It doesn’t happen exactly happen the way you want it to, Penelope buys shots and three Long Island iced teas and you’re all over Spencer, red lipstick kisses sitting neatly on his face beside his faux scars.

If you don’t remember in the morning, Spencer will tell you that you did scare him and nothing else.

#spencerreid #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x black reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x yn #spencer reid x y/n #inkdrinker’s halloweek celebration

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leona-hawthorne · 12 days ago

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congrats on 1k!! i’m so happy for you !! tbh i’ve read your stuff for awhile now but i’ve always been so scared to reblog etc 😭😭

and your 1k celebration is also so unique omg? 🙏🙏

But for the book browsing, i think smut with the quotes/prompts: “if you fuck me the way you fuck me up emotionally, i think you’d do a pretty damn good job at it.” and “i hate you.” “do you? because you definitely don’t hold someone’s hand while fucking if you hate them.”

with the enemies to lovers trope with Mattheo would be so cute 😭😭🙏

hi hi hi!!! thank you for being the first to request for this ml, i appreciate you 🤍 💌 and please don't be afraid to reblog!! i can promise you that its one of the things that make me the happiest 😚 hope you enjoy this, i tried so hard to keep it short but i just couldn't help myself and now its 1.8k sorry!!

1k celebration navigation

HANDS OFF… book browsing

18+ MATTHEO RIDDLE

The party pulsed around you, vibrant and loud, the air thick with laughter, the scent of smoke, and the sweet tang of alcohol. You leaned against the wall, drink in hand, observing the chaos unfolding before you. But none of it held your interest. Your gaze was drawn to Mattheo Riddle, who stood across the room, surrounded by a throng of admirers, his cocky grin flashing like a neon sign.

You hated him.

He caught your eye, his smirk deepening as he raised his cup in mock salute. Blood boiled under your skin, a mixture of frustration and something more primal that you refused to acknowledge.

You hadn’t even wanted to come to this damn party, but somehow, like fate playing a sick joke, you’d found yourself here anyway. The loud music was almost as intoxicating as the firewhiskey in your hand and it was only when you turned to head for another drink that you nearly crashed right into him.

“Watch it,” he muttered, eyes already narrowing as he recognized you. His sneer was familiar, laced with that unmistakable disdain he seemed to reserve just for you.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. You’re the one who walked into me, Riddle.”

“Maybe if you paid attention instead of sulking in corners, you’d know how to avoid bumping into people.”

You raised your eyebrows at his words as your cheeks flushed from the alcohol, a defiant spark in your eyes.

"Or maybe," you said, voice steady despite the heat rising within you, "if you weren't so busy preening like some fucking peacock, you'd have noticed me sooner."

The tension between you was palpable, a tangible thing that filled the space around you. It wasn't often that you allowed yourself to be this confrontational with him—after all, you knew better than most what kind of trouble that could lead to. But tonight, you didn't care.

"So, Riddle," you continued, leaning closer until your faces were mere inches apart, "why don't you just go back to your adoring fans? I'm sure they miss you."

Mattheo chuckled darkly, the sound low and dangerous as he leaned in closer to you. "Jealous?" he asked, his breath hot against your cheek.

"You wish," you scoffed, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened at his proximity. "I couldn't care less about your little fan club."

Mattheo's lips curved into a wicked smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Could've fooled me," he murmured, his fingers finding your arm and tracing a gentle line up it.

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry.

"Get your hands off me, Riddle," you bit out, even as a shiver ran down your spine at his touch. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your dress, sending sparks of electricity dancing along your skin.

But before you could pull away, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Off? Or would you rather I put them somewhere else?"

His words sent a jolt straight to your core, and you felt your knees weaken slightly. What the hell was wrong with you? This was Mattheo Riddle, the enemy, the arrogant prick who always managed to get under your skin. And yet...

"No," you breathed, even as your body betrayed you, pressing closer to his. "Just...back off."

Mattheo pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he studied your face. "So feisty tonight," he purred, running a finger along your jawline. "I like it."

His touch was electric, sending tingles racing down your spine. You tried to shake off the sensation, but it was no use. Underneath the layers of animosity and distrust, there was something else brewing—a simmering attraction that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

"We're drunk," you accused, trying to sound stern even as your body craved more of his touch. "And you’re high on your own ego. That's all this is."

Mattheo chuckled, the sound low and seductive. "Is that what you tell yourself?" He leaned in closer, his breath fanning over your lips. "Because I think we both know it's not true."

"Fuck you," you spat, even as your resolve crumbled under the weight of his presence. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms.

But then, without warning, you surged forward, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. It was angry and desperate, all teeth and tongue as you poured every ounce of pent-up frustration into the embrace.

Mattheo groaned in surprise before melting into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him. The world fell away, leaving nothing but the two of you, lost in a haze of desire and hatred.

Breaking the kiss, he nipped at your lower lip before growling, "You want to play rough, huh? Fine by me."

His lips found yours again with a force that was strong enough to bruise. His hands slid down to grip your ass, squeezing roughly as he deepened the kiss. He tasted like whiskey and sin, his tongue dueling with yours in a passionate dance that left you breathless.

In a swift move, he spun you around and pinned you against the wall, his body caging you in as he attacked your neck with kisses and bites.

"Strange how something so hateful could taste so sweet," he rasped, his fingers digging into your hips. "You're a fucking wildfire," he growled against your throat, his clothed hardness pressing insistently against your stomach.

Despite the anger still simmering beneath the surface, you couldn't deny the thrill of being so completely consumed by him. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

When he finally broke away, you were both panting, chests heaving. "You know, if you can fuck me the way you fuck me up emotionally," he muttered, "I think you'd do a pretty damn good job at it."

With that, he grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the staircase leading up to the dormitories. You stumbled after him, barely registering the looks from the other students as you passed.

It wasn't long before you were basked in the privacy of his dorm, buried in his sheets with his cock lodged between your folds. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as you moved together in a frenzied rhythm. Mattheo's hands roamed your body, gripping your thighs, squeezing your tits, tangling in your hair.

"You're so tight," he grunted, thrusting deeper. "Fucking perfect."

You arched into him, meeting each stroke with a roll of your hips. The friction was intense, bordering on painful, but you reveled in the pleasure-pain mix. It was raw, primal, everything you'd ever wanted from him.

Suddenly you needed to touch him, to anchor yourself to something real amidst the storm of sensations. Your hand groped blindly until it found his, grasping it like a lifeline. Mattheo's fingers entwined with yours, giving a reassuring squeeze. He brought your joined hands above your head, pinning you even more firmly as he increased the tempo.

"Fuck," you cried out, reveling in the feeling of utter control he had over you, even if for this one glorious night. Your nails dug into the backs of his palms as he met your passion with a fire and fury of his own, two volatile elements colliding in an inferno.

"Oh god, oh god, oh—!" you choked out, your voice cracking as the orgasm built inside you like a storm about to break.

Mattheo's grip on your hip tightened, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "Come on, baby, give it to me," he urged, his breath hot against your ear. "Scream my name."

The command shattered what remained of your control. With a ragged cry, you came undone, convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you. Mattheo followed soon after, his moans muffled by your shoulder as he spilled himself onto the skin of your stomach.

As the pleasure faded, Mattheo collapsed beside you, his chest heaving. For a moment, you simply lay there, staring at the ceiling as reality slowly seeped back in. What had you done?

Rolling onto his side, Mattheo propped himself up on one elbow, studying your face with an unreadable expression. "That was...something else," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You flinched at the gentle gesture, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Don't," you whispered, averting your gaze. "This doesn't change anything between us."

Mattheo sighed, dropping his hand. "No, I suppose it doesn't." He sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Despite the lingering tension, exhaustion eventually won out. Mattheo settled back against the pillows, closing his eyes as sleep claimed him. You watched him for a moment, noticing the way his lashes fanned out against his cheeks, the curve of his lips in repose.

Slowly, reluctantly, you turned onto your side facing away from him, drawing the covers up to your chin. You felt his arm slide around your waist, pulling you closer, but you resisted, maintaining a barrier of space between you.

As you drifted off, you knew this fragile truce wouldn't last. But for now, in the quiet darkness of his dormitory, you allowed yourself a brief respite from the war raging within you. Tomorrow, you would pick up the fight where you left off. Tonight, you just slept.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You stirred awake, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. Then memory came flooding back—the argument, the makeout, the sex.

Shit.

You slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to disturb him. As you pulled up your panties, Mattheo began to stir. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"I have to go," you said quietly, keeping your back to him as you shimmied back into your dress. "Last night was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened."

There was a pause, then the rustle of sheets as Mattheo sat up. "A mistake? Is that really how you feel?"

You stood by the door, slipping on your shoes as you avoided looking directly at Mattheo. "Of course, it is," you replied flatly, your voice devoid of emotion. "I hate you, remember?"

With that, you grabbed your bag and made a hasty walk to the door, but just as you were about to twist the doorknob, he spoke, his voice low and smug.

"Do you? Because you definitely don't hold someone's hand while fucking if you hate them.”

Your heart pounded in your ears as you whipped around to glare at him, but you bit back the retort on your tongue. With a huff, you snatched open the door and stormed out into the hallway.

Once safely in the empty hallway, you leaned back against the wall, heart racing. A small, secret smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. Damn him.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle smut #smut #slytherin boys #harry potter #slytherin #benjamin wadsworth #leona-hawthorne’s 1k celebration #book browsing

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nottswitch · 2 months ago

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congrats on 1k!!

for the wheel of aesthetics can you do 5 for theo nott with either smut or fluff 💗

hi and thank you so much, love!! thanks for sending a request <3 i chose smut for this, so i hope you’ll like it. your aesthetic is…

— spacecore

(centered around astronomy, stars and planets)

۶ৎ navigation ; masterlist ; theo m-list ; how to request ; 1k celebration

18+ smut

it was supposed to be just another night of suffering through an astronomy assignment with your classmate aka biggest academic rival theodore nott. how did you end up pressed against the railing of the astronomy tower with your ass up in the air, you didn’t know. you also didn’t want to know, because then you’d have to think, and thinking with theo’s tongue stuffed inside your pussy wasn’t the easiest task.

"nott, fuck-"

"shut up."

theo pulled away from your pussy just to say that and give your asscheek a smack, ringing through the whole platform at the top of the tower. you bit your bottom lip and squeezed your eyes shut when he delved back into your dripping folds, lapping up your arousal from your inner thighs in the process.

your grip on the railing tightened when his index and middle fingers slipped inside, immediately curling and pressing on that spot that made you moan faintly into the air.

"i said shut" smack. "up" another smack.

"nott, fuck you-u-u…" you trailed off into another moan when he added a third finger, stretching you out to an impossible degree and making your hand fly up to your mouth.

"good girl," theo murmured against your skin before wrapping his lips around your clit. you gasped and tried to bite down on your palm, which didn’t really work and you had to assault your bottom lip again.

theo felt his cock throb inside his pants and had to use his other hand to palm himself through the fabric. the pace of his fingers got quicker and your eyes suddenly had a mind of their own, rolling to the back of your head.

"nott, i- fuck, i’m gonna-"

"shit!"

you didn’t have time to register what had just happened because theo’s fingers reached a certain spot inside of you that made you completely crumble. panting for air, your legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, you lazily turned your head over your shoulder, just to see a sight that made your eyebrows reach your hairline in a second.

"nott, did you just cum in your fucking pants?"

"not a word, or i swear to god-"

playlist

❥ tout l’univers by gjon’s tears

❥ the prophecy by taylor swift

❥ across the universe by the beatles

❥ i feel it coming by the weeknd

❥ all for us by labrinth & zendaya

#— witch’s works ☾#— 1k celebration ☾#theo nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n #theo nott fanfiction #theo nott smut #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott smut #slytherin boys #slytherin boys fanfiction #slytherin boys smut

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year ago

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hii can I get whiskey w Steve Rogers for oral/face riding?

Adjusting.

warnings - smut. cursing.

nomad steve makes me feral. that's all. I was feeling this one.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

He's adjusting, to this new life.

He's shy. Taking it one day at a time. Reminding himself to breathe when things get overwhelming.

Soon, he finds his feet. Regains his confidence. Starts asking for things, setting boundaries, taking what he wants a little more.

He keeps surprising you. With his knowledge, new slang he uses, his ability to use a phone. He's a fast learner.

He's braver, now.

He's adjusting.

Trying to get used to the fact that women aren't as seemingly fragile as they were. They run the world more openly, now, and Steve loves it.

He loves you.

Tries to show you how much when he's got you between his sheets, kissing every inch of skin he can find. Gentle, tender, careful.

You tell him that you know he loves you, no matter what. He doesn't have to be so tentative. It doesn't change the way you look at him.

He's in a lust fuelled haze when he finds the courage.

"Sit on my face."

You choke on your breath, gasping for air.

"What?"

"You heard me, honey. Sit on my face. Now."

You've never seen him like this. Frayed at the edges, feral almost. His eyes are as dark as the wet spot between your legs.

You quirk a brow at him in challenge, but he doesn't back down. So you grant him his wish. Crawling up his body until you're hovering over his pretty face, deep gaze focused on you.

"Is this what you want?" you whisper.

"More than anything."

He's practically growling, voice lower and rougher than you've ever heard it. You owe a thanks to whatever has got him so riled up.

He tugs you down to his mouth with two strong hands around your thighs, grip hard enough that you know you'll bruise tomorrow. You can't wait.

You tangle your fingers through his golden blonde locks and tug, whining when he groans, from the depths his chest. The two of you are animalistic, finally tapping into the carnal desires that have been there all along.

You're practically riding the gorgeous ridge of his nose, reveling in the way his tongue slips inside and curls. He might not have much experience with this, but he's always been naturally gifted. He's one of those people that's good at everything.

He's groaning, humming, murmuring, enjoying this just as much as you are. Your hands almost splinter the headboard, skin pulled taut across tense knuckles. You're so close you can taste it, honey sweet and saccharine.

"Good girl. Good fuckin' girl. Come on my face, honey. Please."

It's the broken please that gets you, the desperation in his tone and the tightening grip on your hips. You see stars, dizzying and clear, blood rushing to your head. Steve doesn't let up, determined to see how pretty you look when he finally pushes you to your limit.

You collapse against his chest, leaning into his touch like a kitten. Rough fingertips trace patterns across your back, your arms, your hips. He's waiting for you to give him the green light.

You kiss him with force, tongue sliding into his mouth with no room for protest. You bite his lip and grin. America's golden boy. Lying under you with your come smeared across his face.

He leans up to whisper in your ear, rough tone filled with promise and mischief.

"I love you," he murmurs, tongue gliding across your neck. "Let me fuck you like I don't."

You've never been one to deny him. You're not about to start now.

He's adjusting, after all.

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Hi 👋🏻 Lou!! Congratulations 🎊🎉 on 6k!!

So how about Arranged Marriage w/ Simon?

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.⋆｡Give 'Em Hell｡⋆.

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Your parents think you need to get married and settle down, so they called in a favour. A big military man of a husband might do you some good just not in the way they think

Warnings: arranged marriage, sort of sugar baby/daddy relationship, misogynist parents, future revenge, mention of hook-ups WC: 986

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You often wondered about the true scope of your family’s stupidity. Sure, there were moments in your childhood where you had the vivid thought that no one could be as ignorant and blatantly idiotic as your parents were but somehow, they had absolutely hit rock bottom of moronic decisions.

“What the fuck do you mean I’m getting married?” Your mother gasped.

“Watch your tone young lady, that is no way to speak to your parents.” She scolded as your father’s expression hardened. There was no question that your parents were ‘traditional’ believing that women were less than their male counterparts in every way but while they had constantly lectured you on those beliefs, they hadn’t gone so far as to inflict them upon you, until now at least. They even helped you and encouraged you through college!

“You’ve been running wild long enough, it’s time for you to do your duty,” you fought the urge to roll your eyes, “We’ve let you chase your silly little dreams but you’re getting older and your clock is ticking.” Your father clicked his tongue and reached for the tumbler of expensive bourbon on the table beside his recliner.

“We’ve picked out a good man!” Your mother chirped from her place on the expensive love seat next to your father, “He’s highly decorated in the military, he can give you a good life.”

“I don’t give a shit about that! I’m not marrying anybody! Period!” You snarled. Anger curled in your gut, turning your tone sour.

Your father’s glass slammed down onto the wood, making your mother flinch. “You will marry him or I will make your life a living hell. I make one call and no one will want to hire you, not even as a fucking garbage collector. You know the connections I have. Suck it up and be a responsible adult for once.”

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“I don’t want a husband.” The man across from you made a sound that you thought might have been a laugh. Simon, as you had learned from your parents, was a Lieutenant in a special ops task force. Never married, no family to speak of and copious amounts of money, your mother had gleefully added as she literally dragged you into the official-looking building where you would be meeting your future spouse.

He was by all means, an intimidating man. Almost 6 and a half feet tall and wearing a stupid balaclava with a skull on it, he looked more fitting being in a slasher movie than in a conference room negotiating marriage stipulations. His bulky, tattooed arms were crossed over his chest, somehow making him seem even bigger to you, as he leaned back in his chair.

“I don’t want a wife.” Your eyebrows furrowed at that.

“Then why are you here?”

His massive shoulders rolled back as his head tilted, cracking his neck. “Same as you— orders.” You hummed under your breath and forced your gaze away from his tanned arms and up to his eyes. He was obviously a quiet man but in no way did that intimidate you. He seemed more pissed off at your father who had so rudely guided (shoved) you into the room than he did at you.

You cleared your throat. “I won’t fuck you.” This time, his laugh was more discernible. His broad chest rumbled with the sound.

“‘M not expecting you to, not unless you beg,” you made a face at him but Simon continued, “I get deployed most of the time, I’d just like someone to take care of the house and spend my money.”

“So I would be your sugar baby.” He shrugged.

“If that’s what ya wanna call it. Do what cha want, I don’t care. We just need to show up to official events together.”

You planted your elbows on the table between you and stared into his brown eyes. Simon didn’t waver. “So you wouldn’t have an issue with me getting a job?”

“None.” He answered quickly.

“Going back to school?”

“I’d happily pay for it.” You raised an eyebrow before a devious smirk crossed your lips.

“Get a lover?” His eyes blazed while he mirrored your position, the swivel chair beneath him groaning with his mass as he leaned forwards, planting his massive palms onto the table.

“I’d like to see you try.” Against your will, heat raced through your body, setting your nerves alight with the thrum of arousal. Simon’s mask shifted and you imagined that he was smirking at you.

You tamped down the feeling of wetness between your soft thighs, forcing yourself to remember exactly why you were in this situation in the first place. “You’re a lot different than I was expecting.”

He huffed. “So are you. Thought I was getting stuck with some bratty trust fund baby who’s never even set foot in a thrift store.”

“I thought you were gonna be a crusty old man who wanted me to put out so he could feel better about his broken dick and receding hairline.” Silence settled between you before suddenly, you both broke into peels of laughter, an oppressive weight suddenly lifted from the room.

You were relieved; Simon seemed at least like a decent human being if nothing else and it appeared that you could continue living your life, although without the occasional hook up here and there. But considering how handsome you presumed your almost husband to be, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I guess we both got lucky didn’t we?” You wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Or just benefitting from the sheer incompetence of the people that thought this was a good idea.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“So, should we do this then?” You asked. Simon rose from his seat and offered you his hand, which you didn’t hesitate to take. As he pulled you to your feet, he uttered:

“Let’s give ‘em hell.”

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23victoria · 25 days ago

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"𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩"

*☾⋆･ﾟ pairings: 𝔬𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯 𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦 + 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔰 x 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

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*☾⋆･ﾟ synopsis: it’s your 2nd anniversary with oscar & lando and they decided to fly you to a surprise destination to celebrate but the celebration couldn’t wait until you landed 𝒸𝓌!☠︎ mile high club, ice play, voyeurism/exhibitionism, double penetration, threesome, oral (m & f), pet names, praise kink, rough sex, fingering, throat fucking, body worship, overstimulation, size kink, dacryphilia, cum play

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As you sit between Oscar and Lando, the hum of the private plane lulls you into a peaceful state. The three of you are headed toward a secret destination for your third anniversary, and the excitement is palpable. You glance out the window at the clouds, but soon find yourself distracted by Lando’s playful smirk as he leans in close to you.

"Why don't we get this celebration started early, huh?" Lando's voice is low, sending a thrill down your spine. His lips brush against your neck, his breath warm as he places soft kisses there. You tilt your head, giving him more access, unable to resist the soft sigh that escapes your lips.

Oscar watches from the other side of you, his eyes darkening with interest as Lando’s hand trails along your waist. Lando presses his lips harder against your neck, and a moan slips from you. It’s all the invitation Lando needs. His hands gently push you down onto the couch, positioning himself between your legs with an eager grin.

"Why don’t we put on a show for Oscar, baby?" he teases, his voice husky. Your breath hitches, but any response you try to give is quickly replaced by another moan as Lando’s head dips between your thighs.

The soft leather of the plane’s couch feels cool against your back, but Lando’s tongue, warm and insistent, quickly pulls your focus. His mouth moves skillfully, each flick and stroke drawing sounds from you that seem to fuel him. Oscar shifts in his seat, his gaze locked on you as he watches, the intensity in his eyes making the moment even more charged.

Your body arches into Lando’s touch, his tongue working you closer and closer to the edge. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as your breathing becomes more erratic. You can feel Oscar’s eyes on you, the weight of his attention only heightening your pleasure. It’s overwhelming, and as Lando looks up at you, his mouth never slowing, you reach your peak, crying out as you fall apart beneath him.

Lando grins, clearly proud of himself, and slowly crawls up your body. His lips find yours, and the kiss is needy, raw, and filled with desire. You can taste yourself on him, and it only makes you want him more. Without thinking, your hands fumble with his pants, and he lets out a low chuckle.

"Someone’s eager for this cock, huh?" he teases, his voice rough with lust.

You meet his gaze, your own filled with a silent plea, and without further hesitation, you take him in your mouth. Lando’s hands immediately find your hair, his head falling back as a deep groan rumbles through him. "Fuck, that’s a good girl," he praises, his voice dripping with pleasure. "Such a perfect mouth."

Each movement of your mouth pulls another sound from him—grunts, moans, each one louder than the last. His hips buck slightly, but you stay steady, keeping your rhythm as you swallow him down. Lando’s fingers tighten in your hair, his breathing becoming ragged.

"Fuck, yes. Swallow it, baby," he growls. And you do, without hesitation, your tongue working against him until he’s unraveling in your mouth. Lando’s hands grip your shoulders as he releases, his body trembling slightly. "That’s so hot," he mutters, his voice breathless. "You’re so hot, baby."

He pulls you up into a messy kiss, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry, sloppy exchange. His hand cups the back of your neck, and you melt into the kiss, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue.

But Lando pulls back, his eyes glinting with mischief as he glances over at Oscar. "You can’t forget about Oscar, baby," he says, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

You turn, locking eyes with Oscar, whose smoldering expression sends another jolt of desire through you. Without a word, you get up and move toward him. Oscar has been waiting patiently, but there’s a fire in his gaze now, one that says he’s been more than ready for you.

You kneel between his legs, hands sliding over his thighs as you look up at him. His fingers gently brush through your hair, his touch tender but filled with anticipation. You don’t waste any time, your lips parting as you take him in your mouth. Oscar lets out a low groan, his hands tangling in your hair as he guides you, his hips lifting slightly to meet your movements.

Next to you, Lando watches with a pleased grin, still catching his breath but clearly enjoying the view. "Such a good girl," Lando murmurs, his voice soft but filled with pride. "Look at how you take him down so well."

Oscar’s grip on your hair tightens slightly, his breathing becoming heavier as he loses himself in the sensation. "Poor girl’s drooling because of you, Osc," Lando teases, his eyes flicking between the two of you.

Oscar smirks, his confidence growing as he guides your movements with firm but gentle hands. The pleasure rolling off him is palpable, and you push yourself further, wanting to give him the same satisfaction you gave Lando. Oscar’s quiet grunts turn into low moans, his control beginning to slip as you work him closer to his release. His hips buck against your mouth, his eyes half-lidded as he watches you.

When Oscar finally releases, the intensity of the moment makes you dizzy, but it’s worth every second. His hands stroke through your hair, gently pulling you up to his lips. His kiss is tender, sweet, and filled with the promise of more.

But it’s not over yet. Oscar stands, lifting you effortlessly into his arms and carrying you to the bed in the corner of the plane. He lays you down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin behind your ear as he whispers, "We’re just getting started, baby."

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Oscar is sitting beside you, his hand resting on your thigh, while Lando is across from you, lounging with a lazy smirk playing on his lips. There’s an underlying tension in the air, a slow burn of anticipation that has your heart racing.

Oscar leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks, his voice sending a thrill down your spine. “I enjoyed the show you and Lando put on for me earlier,” he murmurs, the playful undertone in his voice making you squirm. His lips brush the side of your neck, teasingly close. “But why don’t we switch things up? Let’s put on a little show for Lando, baby. What do you think?”

His words linger in the air, and your pulse quickens at the suggestion. You can feel the heat of his gaze as you glance over at Lando, who’s watching you with dark, eager eyes. The corners of his lips tug upward into that cocky grin of his, clearly intrigued by Oscar’s proposition. Swallowing the sudden wave of nervous excitement, you nod, your agreement sealed with the quiet movement.

Oscar’s eyes light up, his hand tightening slightly on your thigh as he shifts closer. There’s something about his quiet confidence that always makes your knees weak, and right now, that effect is amplified tenfold. He reaches over to the small table beside him, picking up the glass of ice that had been set there earlier. The sight of it in his hands sends a shiver of anticipation through you—an unspoken promise of what’s to come.

“Good girl,” Oscar murmurs, his voice a soft hum of approval. He takes one piece of ice and places it between his lips, the contrast of his warmth and the cold ice making your skin prickle with excitement. His eyes never leave yours as he leans in closer, his breath fanning across your neck as he begins to trail the ice down your skin.

The coolness of the ice sends a jolt through you, your body reacting instantly as the icy touch contrasts sharply with the heat that’s been steadily building between you. Oscar moves slowly, deliberately, savoring every second as he traces the ice down the side of your neck. You tilt your head back slightly, offering him more of your skin as your breath hitches in response. The cold sensation mixed with the warmth of his breath is intoxicating, and you find yourself arching into him, silently begging for more.

The ice melts quickly against the heat of your body, but Oscar is nothing if not persistent. His hand slides up to your chest, his fingers cool from the lingering ice as he brushes them over your bare skin. When he reaches your breasts, he pauses, smirking at the way you tense beneath his touch. Slowly, teasingly, he trails the ice over your nipples, drawing soft gasps from your lips with each motion.

Your body is on fire beneath him, every nerve ending coming alive as he moves the ice in slow circles, watching your reaction with that familiar glint of amusement in his eyes. The cold is almost unbearable, but in the best possible way. And just when you think you’ve reached your limit, he lowers his mouth to replace the ice with his warm lips, sucking and biting gently at your sensitive skin.

“God,” you gasp softly, your fingers tangling in the back of his hair as your back arches involuntarily off the couch. The sharp contrast between the cold and his warm mouth is making your head spin, and Oscar knows exactly what he’s doing—taking his time, driving you mad with slow, deliberate teasing.

His tongue flicks over your nipple, and you feel your entire body tense as you let out another breathy moan. Oscar smirks against your skin before moving down lower, his mouth leaving a heated trail as he descends. His hand slips back into the glass of ice, retrieving another piece, and he presses it against your stomach, watching as your muscles contract in response to the sudden cold.

“Still with me, baby?” Oscar’s voice is smooth, teasing, as he continues his path downward, the ice melting quickly against the heat of your skin. You nod, barely able to find the words to respond as the anticipation of what’s next coils tighter in your belly.

Oscar lingers at your hips, his hands spreading your thighs apart with ease. His eyes meet yours, and the intensity in his gaze makes your breath catch. He smirks again, lowering his head between your legs, but not before taking another piece of ice and trailing it from your chest, down your stomach, and finally to your inner thighs. The sensation makes your legs tremble, your breath coming out in shallow pants as he inches closer to where you need him most.

The ice moves lower, teasingly close, and your hips lift off the couch instinctively, your body begging for more. When the cold finally reaches your clit, you let out a soft moan, the sensation almost too much to handle. Oscar watches you, his eyes darkening with desire as he presses the ice against you, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you in place.

“Ah! Oscar,” you whimper, your fingers clutching at the back of his head, your grip tightening as he bites down gently on your inner thigh. The combination of the ice and his mouth is dizzying, and you feel yourself spiraling closer to the edge with every movement.

Oscar’s lips finally replace the ice, his warm mouth a stark contrast to the cold as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Your head falls back against the couch, a string of soft moans slipping from your lips as your body reacts to the sudden onslaught of sensations. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate circles, each flick sending a jolt of pleasure through you. When his cold fingers join in, pressing into you with precision, you can’t help the cry that escapes your lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, your voice a soft, whiny plea as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over. The pressure builds quickly, and your hips grind against his face instinctively, seeking more. Oscar’s smirk is almost palpable against your skin, clearly enjoying how easily you fall apart beneath him.

Your hand tightens in his hair, tugging hard as your body trembles with the overwhelming pleasure. He groans softly at the pull, clearly enjoying the way you’re coming undone, his tongue working you with expert precision. But just as you’re teetering on the edge, your body tensing in anticipation of release, he pulls away, leaving you whimpering in frustration.

“No—Oscar, please,” you whine, your hips bucking up toward him in desperation. The loss of contact is maddening, but Oscar just chuckles softly, his breath warm against your thigh as he looks up at you with a teasing grin.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, his voice a low murmur filled with amusement. “I’ll make up for it. I promise.”

Without another word, he reaches for the glass of ice again, this time taking one last piece and popping it into his mouth. The sound of the ice cracking between his teeth fills the small cabin, and your breath catches in your throat as you watch him with wide eyes. He leans down, his hands spreading your thighs further apart as he settles back between them, his gaze never leaving yours.

Then, with the ice still melting in his mouth, Oscar presses his lips back to you, the coldness of the ice and the heat of his tongue sending shockwaves through your entire body. The sensation is overwhelming, your back arching off the couch as your hands fly to his hair, tugging hard in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

The combination of his cold fingers and his mouth is almost too much. Your body trembles violently beneath him, your thighs squeezing around his head as your hips buck up toward him. Oscar’s hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he continues, his tongue moving in slow, torturous circles that have you crying out in pleasure.

Your moans fill the cabin, loud and desperate as the pressure builds again, and you can feel the edge approaching far too quickly. You try to pull away, the intensity almost too much to bear, but Oscar just tightens his grip on your thighs, pinning you in place.

“Bad girl,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice muffled but filled with teasing amusement. “You know better than to run.”

Lando’s laughter cuts through the haze of pleasure, reminding you of his presence. “You’re being so loud, baby,” Lando teases, his voice closer now. “Do you want the pilots to hear you?”

Before you can respond, Lando’s lips crash against yours, capturing your moan as Oscar continues his relentless assault between your legs. The kiss is messy and desperate, your tongues tangling as Lando’s hands find your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples in slow, deliberate circles. It’s too much—the combination of Oscar’s mouth and Lando’s touch is sending you over the edge, and you can feel the release building, unstoppable now.

When your orgasm hits, it crashes over you with a force that leaves you breathless, your entire body trembling as you cry out against Lando’s mouth. But Oscar doesn’t stop. His tongue and fingers continue their relentless pace, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from you, leaving you shaking beneath him. You feel like you’re floating as your body shakes through another high.

Lando’s lips trail along your jaw, feather-light kisses that do little to ground you as you’re still trembling from the overstimulation coursing through your body. His touch, however gentle, only heightens the pleasure that lingers in the aftermath of your release. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your body still reeling from the intense waves Oscar pulled out of you.

Oscar, on the other hand, seems far from finished. His mouth remains firmly between your legs, his tongue dragging slowly against your sensitive skin, coaxing more sounds from your lips. Your body jerks involuntarily at the overstimulation, but the sensation of his cool fingers, mingled with the warmth of his lips, is too much to resist. You can feel another orgasm building, even as your mind struggles to comprehend it.

"God, Oscar, please..." you breathe out, your voice barely more than a whisper as you tug on his hair. He groans at the pull, the sound vibrating through your core. You try to close your thighs around his head, to pull away from the relentless pleasure, but he only tightens his grip on your hips, holding you firmly in place. There’s no escape.

Lando’s warm breath is at your ear again, his lips brushing the shell as he whispers, “You’re taking it so well, baby. Oscar’s making you feel so good, huh?” His words send a shiver through you, the teasing edge in his tone making your body react instinctively.

Oscar pulls back slightly, glancing up at you with a devilish smirk. His lips are glistening, his eyes dark with desire. "Look at her," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So beautiful, falling apart just for me."

Before you can even think to respond, Oscar dips his head again, this time pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you need him. Your breath catches in your throat as his cold fingers begin their slow ascent up your body again. He leaves a wet trail in their wake, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

Lando’s hand moves from your breast down your body, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist as he watches Oscar with a hungry gaze. His other hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back to claim your lips in another heated kiss. It’s sloppy, intense, your tongues sliding against each other in a way that has you moaning into his mouth. The taste of him is mixed with the remnants of your earlier release, and it only fuels the fire building inside you once again.

“Do you like being in the middle, baby?” Lando murmurs against your lips, his voice low and teasing. “Having us both take care of you?”

You nod, unable to find the words, your mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations. Lando’s lips curve into a smirk against your mouth before he pulls back slightly, brushing his thumb over your swollen bottom lip.

"Such a good girl," he praises, his tone filled with admiration. His words make your heart race, the validation wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

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Oscar shifts beneath you, his hands pressing your thighs wider apart as he moves back between them. "Let’s see just how much our girl can take," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

He dips his head again, this time pressing his tongue directly against your clit. The sensation is overwhelming, the coldness of his touch mingling with the heat already pulsing through your body. You gasp, your back arching off the couch as another wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Oscar’s tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, each one drawing you closer and closer to the edge again. His fingers slide back inside you, curling expertly as he finds that spot that makes you see stars. Your breath is coming in short, ragged gasps now, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pressure builds once again.

Lando’s hand moves from your waist to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it in a gentle, possessive hold. "You’re so perfect like this," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Falling apart for us."

You’re teetering on the edge now, your body writhing beneath Oscar’s skilled mouth and fingers. The sensation is too much, the pleasure too intense, and yet you crave more. Your hands fly to his hair again, tugging hard as you try to ground yourself, but it only seems to spur him on. He groans against you, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body.

“Please—Osc, Lan—” Your voice is a desperate plea, your body begging for release, but the words are lost in the haze of pleasure. You don’t know if you’re asking them to stop or to keep going, but either way, you’re completely at their mercy.

Oscar pulls back just enough to speak, his voice a low growl that has your stomach flipping with desire. "I want to hear you scream for me, baby."

His words are a command, one that your body has no choice but to obey. He flicks his tongue over your clit again, and your entire body seizes up as the orgasm rips through you, leaving you breathless and shaking. Your hands tighten in his hair, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Oscar doesn’t stop, his fingers still moving inside you, coaxing out every last bit of pleasure. Your body jerks involuntarily, the overstimulation almost too much to bear, but Oscar just smirks against you, clearly enjoying the way you’re falling apart beneath him.

Lando’s hand tightens slightly around your throat, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "There’s our good girl. Taking it so well."

His praise only intensifies the pleasure, sending another wave of heat through your already trembling body. Your mind is a blur, completely lost in the sensation as your body finally begins to come down from the high.

Oscar pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks up at you with that familiar, satisfied grin. "You taste so good, baby," he murmurs, his voice filled with appreciation.

Lando chuckles softly, brushing your hair back from your sweat-dampened forehead as he plants a soft kiss on your temple. "You look wrecked, love. But we’re not done yet, are we, Oscar?"

Oscar smirks, his gaze flicking to Lando before he shifts beside you, pulling you up to sit on his lap. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he presses his lips to your ear. "No. No we aren’t baby."

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You’re still catching your breath, feeling every inch of your body sensitized from the relentless pleasure Oscar just pulled from you. Lando’s soft chuckle vibrates next to your ear, and you feel him slide his hand down to trace the curve of your inner thigh, his touch featherlight but purposeful.

“Are you soaked, baby?” he asks, voice teasing as his fingers brush against your slick skin. “Look at that gaping hole... are you empty, baby?”

Your response comes out in a broken mewl, a sound that barely conveys the desperate need surging through you. “Mhm…”

Lando’s smirk deepens, his hand now stroking the wetness between your legs, feeling the evidence of how wrecked you are. “Yeah, you want Oscar to fuck you with his big cock, don’t you?”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words, your body instinctively arching in response. You nod, biting your lip as the ache between your legs intensifies. “Yes…” you whisper, your voice barely audible as you lock eyes with Oscar.

Oscar’s chuckle is low, sending another wave of anticipation through you. He positions himself between you, his hands running down your hips as he teases you, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, gathering your wetness. The sensation is maddening, his touch both deliberate and agonizingly slow.

You’re about to plead when you finally feel the tip of him pushing into you, stretching you inch by inch. Your breath catches in your throat as he fills you completely, his cock bottoming out in you, so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

Oscar lets out a guttural groan, gripping your hips as he starts moving, his pace rough and unrelenting from the start. His thrusts are powerful, each one driving deeper than the last, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the cabin. Your moans are uncontrollable, spilling out of you as you try to keep up with the overwhelming sensation of him taking you.

Lando leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he grins. “Baby, you’re too loud… we don’t want the pilots to hear you, do we?” His tone is teasing, but there’s a hint of dominance behind it that makes you tremble.

You barely manage to gasp in response, too consumed by the feeling of Oscar pounding into you. Lando’s fingers grip your chin, tilting your head back to look at him. “Open your mouth, baby,” he orders softly, his thumb brushing against your lips.

Without hesitation, you obey, parting your lips as Lando slides his cock into your mouth, his grip firm but gentle on your throat as he begins to fuck it. The sensation of being filled from both ends sends your mind spiraling, the overwhelming pressure making it impossible to think of anything but the pleasure consuming you.

Oscar’s pace quickens, his grip on your hips tightening as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. Your moans are muffled around Lando’s cock, but you can feel the vibrations from your sounds as they travel through your throat. The weight of it all—the fullness, the pleasure, the intensity—has you clawing at Oscar’s thighs, trying to ground yourself, but it’s futile.

“You’re doing so well,” Lando praises, his voice rough as he thrusts into your mouth, his grip on your neck keeping you in place. “Such a good girl… taking both of us like this.”

The praise only spurs you on, even as your body threatens to give in to the intensity of it all. Your mind is foggy, lost in the pleasure as Oscar hits a spot inside you that has your toes curling, a rush of heat surging through your core. The tension in your body snaps, and before you know it, you’re coming hard around Oscar’s cock, your muscles tightening as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you.

Oscar doesn’t slow down. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, each thrust pulling more pleasure out of you until you’re trembling, your body a mess of overstimulation. Lando’s hand moves to tangle in your hair, holding you steady as his cock moves deeper into your throat. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensations, but the heat between the three of you only intensifies.

Your body shakes with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but Oscar’s relentless pace pushes you toward the edge again. His grip tightens on your hips, his rhythm faltering slightly as he nears his own release. With a deep groan, Oscar slams into you one last time, spilling inside you as he groans your name in a low, husky voice.

Lando’s thrusts grow erratic, and with one final push, he comes down your throat, his groans mixing with Oscar’s. You swallow eagerly, the warmth of him filling your mouth as you gasp for air between breaths.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of pleasure, the three of you collapse together, chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. The air in the cabin feels electric, the heat between you still palpable even in the afterglow.

Lando brushes the hair out of your face, his touch gentle now as he leans in to plant soft kisses along your jaw. “You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration. “So perfect…”

Oscar pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You did so good, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as his fingers trail down your arm. His voice is soothing, but you know there’s more to come when he adds, “But you can give us a few more, right?”

You’re weak, your muscles exhausted and your mind foggy, but you manage a shaky nod, still craving more despite the exhaustion. “Yes…” you whisper, barely finding your voice.

Lando’s soft laugh echoes behind you, his hands moving to support your waist. “We know you can baby,” he says, his tone teasing but laced with affection. “Come here.” His strength surprises you as he lifts you easily, placing you into Oscar’s waiting arms.

Oscar shifts to the edge of the bed, positioning himself beneath you. Before you can catch your breath, Lando lowers you onto Oscar’s cock, the sudden stretch making you squeal in surprise. Your body reacts instantly, the pleasure overwhelming as you adjust to the new angle. But even as Oscar fills you completely, you can’t help but notice that something feels different.

Your brow furrows in confusion when you realize you’re only halfway seated on his dick. That’s when Lando’s hands gently adjust your legs, guiding you forward until you’re leaning into Oscar’s chest. Just as you open your mouth to question what they’re doing, a sharp, burning stretch steals your breath away. You scream out, overwhelmed by the sensation of Lando’s cock pushing into you alongside Oscar’s.

The sensation is too much—your body stretching beyond its limits as you feel both of them filling you. The combination of pain and pleasure crashes into you, leaving you trembling and gasping. Lando’s lips are on yours in an instant, muffling your scream as he kisses you deeply. The sensation of their cocks moving together inside you is overwhelming, leaving you dizzy and barely able to think straight.

You’re too full, your body overstimulated, your mind unable to process the sheer intensity of what they’re doing to you. They both push into you at the same time, and the feeling is indescribable—so good it almost hurts, leaving you on the edge of tears as your body adjusts to the fullness. Every inch of you feels like it’s on fire, and yet, you crave more.

Oscar’s hands wrap around your waist, holding you steady as he kisses along your neck. His voice is soft in your ear, filled with affection. “Ready, baby?”

You don’t have time to respond before they start to move. The initial thrusts are slow, giving you a moment to adjust, but the sensation is still overwhelming. You feel every inch of them as they slide in and out of you, each movement perfectly synchronized. It’s too much, too intense, and yet you can’t stop the moans spilling from your lips.

As their pace quickens, your body gives in to the pleasure, the overwhelming fullness pushing you toward another climax. You try to hold on, but the sensation is too much. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, your voice barely holding together as they both pound into you. “It’s too much… I can’t…”

Oscar’s grip tightens around you as his pace becomes relentless. “Yes you can, princess,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of his thrusts. The way he says it, with so much certainty, makes you believe him even when you feel like you’re falling apart.

The pressure builds again, stronger this time as their movements become more urgent. Oscar lays back on the bed, taking you with him as his arms stay wrapped around your trembling form. Lando’s knee comes up onto the bed, giving him leverage to push even deeper into you. The new angle has you gasping, a loud moan escaping your lips as their cocks hit every sensitive spot inside you.

At this point, neither of them care about being quiet. The sounds of their groans mix with your own cries, filling the cabin. You’re too far gone to worry about the noise, too lost in the sensation of being completely overwhelmed by them. The pleasure is so intense that you can’t focus on anything else—the only thing that exists is the way they’re both relentlessly driving you to the edge.

The world around you fades as you come again, your vision blurring as you scream out their names. You’re shaking, your body completely spent, but they don’t stop. They push you through your climax, their cocks still moving inside you, leaving you trembling and overstimulated.

You can feel the shift in their pace, both of them nearing their own releases. Their thrusts grow erratic, desperate, and you can barely hold on as the pressure builds inside you again. When they finally come, groaning your name in unison, the sensation of them spilling inside you sends you over the edge one last time.

The intensity of it all leaves you breathless, your ears ringing as the world goes dark around you. You’re floating in a space of pure, empty bliss, completely undone by the two of them.

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The world slowly comes back into focus, your body still trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. You can feel the aftershocks of the intense orgasm radiating through you, your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven. As your senses return, you realize Lando’s warm presence beside you, his hand already between your thighs, fingers teasing your sensitive entrance.

“Look at that, baby,” Lando murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watches the mix of his and Oscar’s cum spill out of you. The sight of it clearly fascinates him, and he leans in closer, his fingers playing at the edges of your entrance. You’re still so sensitive, each slight touch sending shivers down your spine.

Before you can even respond, he gently pushes his fingers back into you, gathering the cum and slowly working it back inside. The sensation is too much, your body twitching in response to the overstimulation, but Lando’s gaze is fixated, his eyes dark with intent.

“You’re so full, baby,” he whispers, his tone teasing as he toys with you, pushing the cum in deeper with deliberate, lazy motions. You whimper softly, your hips instinctively arching toward his touch despite your exhaustion. Every movement of his fingers sends shockwaves of sensation through you, your body torn between the lingering sensitivity and the renewed need building in your core.

Lando smirks, his fingers still moving slowly inside you, keeping you on edge. “You’re still so sensitive… but look at how you take it all so well.” Lando’s fingers continue their slow torment, teasing the sensitive flesh, pushing their combined cum back inside you. It’s too much, but your body reacts anyway, hips twitching in response, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the fog, warm and commanding. “Stop teasing her, Lando,” Oscar says as he steps into your line of sight, his brows furrowed in concern. “She’s still out of it, aren’t you, baby?” His eyes soften as they meet yours.

You manage to nod weakly, a breathless “yes” slipping from your lips, though your voice is barely more than a whimper. Oscar chuckles softly, his hand brushing your cheek tenderly. “I know, princess. I know,” he murmurs, his voice filled with care. The warmth of his touch brings a sense of comfort that eases the overstimulation flooding your senses.

Oscar disappears for a moment, and when he returns, he has a warm, damp cloth in his hand. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” His voice is soothing as he uses the rag to gently wipe between your legs, the warmth easing the raw sensitivity from Lando’s teasing. Every motion is careful, deliberate, as if he’s trying to bring you back from the brink of overstimulation.

“You did so good for us,” Oscar coos, his tone laced with affection as he continues to clean you up. Lando’s hands remain on your body, but now they’re softer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your skin, not pushing, just grounding you in their presence.

“Yeah, baby,” Lando adds, his voice a low rumble as he presses soft kisses along your shoulder. “You were perfect.”

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billsxmm · 8 days ago

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Passenger princess. (b.e.)

bsf!billie x fem!reader

warnings. slight smut, not proof read. (sorry for poor language in some places.)

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One moonlit night, your best friend took you out to go on a ride, as you often did. it was 3AM, dark outside, only the yellowish soft, street lights coating the cars interior through the windows. some quiet music coming from the radio.

billie had one of her hands on the gear panel, and the other gripping the steering wheel. the watch on her wrist glistening a little, as she looked over at you from the passenger seat. the windows were slightly down, as the cool air breezes through your hair, as she watched you, her eyes sparkling. you were so pretty.

billie always been attracted to you, of course- you were gorgeous, but to add to it, you had the sweetest personality ever. and she knew and saw it from the first time she laid her eyes on you, even if unfortunately, that day, 2 years ago, she got to know about your boyfriend, she still couldn’t help but fall in love. she didn’t care about your stupid boyfriend.. she could treat you so much better.

and now her soft fingers gripping your thigh, going just slightly under your skirt, didn’t help at all.. she was nervous, scared to push too much, even if you two had always been touchy. but you never seemed to mind one bit. slightly spreading your legs for her hand.

billie looked at the empty road in front of them again, that shit-eating grin on her pretty face.. as she slowly moved her hand higher up your thigh. she was toying with the fabric of your skirt, so nonchalantly, if she isn’t already shaking herself.

she hit the brakes, speeding up. exactly like your heart. you loved when she went fast. you would go anywhere she takes you..

one moment, and you felt her hand reach the lace of your panties, her fingertips against your heat, as you let out that soft whimper. it was over for her. next thing you know, the car was stopped, and her leaning over to you.

“Backseat.” she whispered, her tone laced with desire, like she couldn’t wait to have you. the look in her eyes told you everything you needed to know.

Oh, this was gonna be a long night..

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unabashednightmarepizza · 1 year ago

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𝑀𝑦 𝐶𝑎𝑡 𝐼𝑛 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒

A/N: This is definetly not me projecting my love for cats and Regulus. Also, if anyone is interested in documentaries, I recommend you watching "Inside of a cat's mind". It was really interesting, and also a seratonin boost for me.

A/N: I feel like this sucks but I couldn't think of another way to end this, I hope you guys like it!

Prompts used: "I love her so bad" from this, "you are my favourite, you always have been." from this.

"That's downright ridiculous..."

"Oh, come on, Reggie! What better way than this to show your lover your new animagus form?"

Regulus swinged his tail back and forth angrily as he laid on his mattress on his front legs, even rolling his eyes at his dumb friends as they continued to tease him with his brand-new look. It wasn't like he could talk in that form, but he was so goddamn sure that his eyes gave his thoughts away. What started this conversation and the endless teasing from his friends was that Regulus could now transform into his Animagus form.

Which was a black cat. A cute and cuddly one, as Pandora said while scratching his ears as Barty and Evan made fun of him for being soft. He hissed at them loudly, showing his sharp claws as a silent threat as he nuzzled closer to the sweater under his paws, full of your smell and perfume as a little happy smile found his face, watching Pandora who had been petting him as she chastised the other two in the room.

But it did nothing to help.

Since when it did anyways? Nothing could stop those idiots...

Barty and Evan let out a bark as they rolled on their bed, Barty crouching down with his hands on his knees in front of Pandora who had been sitting down on the ground, shaking her head for him not to do anything that would anger Regulus.

But, as usual, Barty didn't care, and dramatically wiped a fake tear from his eye as he offered his forefinger to Regulus, who had been eyeing him with bored eyes and an evil plan, wondering if it was obvious on his cat face as he imagined the delight he would feel.

"Awww, look at our little Reggie! So angry and deadly, with his little claws and teeth~ You are so soft now, so cuddly that I can just-AHHH!"

But of course, Regulus' personality didn't change just because he turned into a cat and since everyone practically knew not to call him that name... Well, except for his lovely lover you, and Barty still did it...

It was only fair for him to bite his finger and claw at his face.

"And that's what happens when you mess with Regulus, Barty. He is still the same friend we have that absolutely hates to be teased and that's what you get..." Pandora sighed out as she rose up, passing by them in the common room as she got out. She didn't care about the screaming behind her, Evan cackling on the ground about "how Barty got bitten by a kitten" while the boy tried to convince him that "it was a literal cheetah that bit him and not a kitten" as if his cooings and awes weren't the reason behind that cat's anger.

Well, he warned him that he didn't like that nickname so he had it coming, right?

Regulus nuzzled deeper into Pandora's arms as the young girl giggled, smiling to herself at seeing her friend happy as he always was whenever he had that special clothing close to him. "Don't worry, Regulus... I know Y/N is in the Great Hall, preparing you food again. So, I'll take you to your precious lover~"

And if his face couldn't show the possible blush on his face and how comedically wide his eyes were, the way he jumped up and kneaded your sweater that he found in his room after stealing it definetly did the job.

His heart beated harder at the thought of seeing you, preparing him a plate with a cute frown and possibly cursing at him for not caring about his health as you made little talk with your friends here and there...

He always knew he was one hell of a lucky guy for finding someone like you. So caring and loving and supporting...

All his life, Regulus never had known love or care. At least not from his mother and her twisted way of showing love and his father's abuse. All he had, for the longest time, was his brother and even then, he never thought he could have more, deserved more.

More of that love and affection he craved.

So, after pinning after you since the firs year, he finally had the courage of asking you out... Even if he didn't want to think back to that day because of the high stuttering of his, a sign of how nervous he was and how important you were to him.

Because that mother and father of his might have failed at showing what true love means, he had plenty of times to secretly read all about romantic books and witness it with his own mind and heart. He often thought that they weren't real, that the author went overboard with all the struggles and fights the main characters went through for the love they shared with each other, strong enough to stand against every strong wind, army or even death.

He questioned whether love was worth it all, when he wanted something serene and comforting. He was done with all the fights anyways, he didn't want any of those any more.

He deserved that at least, right?

But soon, he realized that not everyone is like his parents. Not every relationship is disasterous with the fights and disagreements... They are what makes it stronger and more powerful, with every hardship that comes.

He learnt that without those waves and little obstacles in the way, the comforting relationship and tender love he desperately needed would never be his.

So, he gulped down his worries and confessed his love to you, in one of the many times that you two hung out in the Astronomy Tower. By that time, you were already aware of his feelings by the way he was so soft with you and actually seeked to spend more time with you throughout your days together.

Besides, you were sure Regulus didn't spend his time taking girls to watch stars as he rambled about each of them while subconsciously holding your hand.

But then... Another problem arose: Showing his affections, a basic need of a relationship in his eyes.

Because, as any sane person could tell, Regulus didn't have the healthiest of relationship with his parents even though he knew what they... had between each other was far from love. He knew he would never dare, and rather kill himself, to do any of the things they did to each other to you. He knew he wanted to hold you, kiss you, openly show his love, the way his eyes shone brighter at the sight of you as you skipped to him was enough of a sign...

But he knew he wouldn't be able to bear all the teasing his friends and his brother, with whom he recently fixed his relationship, would do.

And he hated himself for thinking like that, doing the exact opposite of what he wanted to do when you didn't deserve it at all. He didn't want you to think that he was ashamed of you, which you never did and gold him that it was fine he didn't declare his love out all the time like a certain older brother of his and knew he loved you through his actions...

But it wasn't enough for him, it wasn't enough for the voices in his mind to stop.

You deserved a man who wouldn't shy away, who didn't have severe issues with himself. Someone who wasn't the item of a fucked up ideology... Someone who would be proud and confident in both himself and you, slinging an arm around you while walking and give you anything you asked for.

Perhaps a free future... Away, in a cottage with some animals...

But he was a selfish man who wanted to be that person, to be the reason of your smile and happiness every day. He just... had to find a way to show all of these thoughts and feelings.

But he was bad at it... So, why not get the help of a cute animal to see what you exactly like? And show his feelings?

"I swear to Merlin, I will strangle that boy when I see him! He disappears all the time, without eating! Who does he think he is?" You angrily turned to your friend who was eating her fries as she stopped her hand mid-air and looked at you with her eyes and mouth wide open. "What? Who?"

"Regulus, of course! That boy will give me a heart attack at one point, the other day I found him literally choking Barty because of that nickname again!" You angrily scoffed as you dumped more food like an angry mother, but your friend only laughed because of the twitch of your lips upwards.

"Yeah, but you love him and his special treatment, no?" She wiggled her brows as she continued to eat and you sighed out in bliss, a loving and stupid smile plastering on your face.

And yes, yes you loved him and his stupid grin whenever he teased you and his sweet smile as he watched you do your own thing.

But it wasn't enough of a reason to not to scold him when you see him as soon as possible.

"Maybe. And yes, I very much so am in love with him but I'll strangle him anyways... He promised to not pick up fights and take care of himself better- Oh, hi Pandora!"

You turned fast to where the bubbly girl was coming to your way, excitedly waving at her when your eyes landed on... the cutest ball of sunshine on her arms.

"Hi, Y/N! I see that you are... agitated?" She snorted to herself as she saw how you changed your mood at the sight of the cat between her arms as you nodded absentmindedly to her, waving off her question while scratching the little cat's chin with a stupid smile on your face. It was a known fact around the school how weak you were to them, and also your boyfriend.

With you both being smitten with each other, y'know?

Unknown to you though, that cat was the boy you loved, and he was soaking all the love in like a sponge. He was grinning from ear to ear, as much as a cat would be able to do, and he jumped down from where he was seated between Pandora's arms and flunged himself up towards your legs, pawing at them to make you cuddle him.

Patheatic, his inner voice said but he answered with I love her so bad....

"Well, it seems that our friend loves you very much!" She wiggled her brows playfully as you giggled, not aware of the daggers the cat, Regulus, was giving to your dear friend. Pandora didn't care though, she knew he never meant any of those stares and besides, that was exactly the moment for her to leave him with you so that he could get his head out of his arse and see how much you loved him and didn't care if he showed his love around people or not.

Because, by the state he was in, he didn't know shit about the extend of your love for him.

"Then, I will leave you with him! Don't worry he is very docile and easygoing, I'm sure you two will get along well! Goodbye!"

"Wait, Pandora- Wow, she left so soon..." you mumbled in thought as you looked down at the cat still pawing at your legs with wide blue eyes, his pupils almost so big that his eyes couldn't be seen as he meowed softly to you.

"Aww, don't worry I won't leave you! But I was going to visit my careless boyfriend who forgot to eat, again..." you kneeled on the ground with a playful scowl as you took him between your arms, cooing at the loud purr he let out as he nuzzled deeper in you. "I think he will like you too, what do you say? Hmm?"

Yeah, love, considering the fact that it's me... I think I will like myself enough...

Throughout the walk to your boyfriend's dorm, you kept the same big smile on your face as you kept looking down at the cat and squeezed his cheeks with your fingers. Cuteness agression is really something, you thought as he looked around the familiar sight of the door to his house's common room. He started to whine and get angsty a little bit, not wanting this "cuddle session" to come to an end.

"Don't worry, little one! I'm not leaving, I will sit here until Reg comes back and probably beg him to let me have you all to myself..."

He meowed in response, wincing under his breath at how this was the only way to communicate with you. Love, you already has that cat to yourself...

You smiled softly as the cat sniffed Regulus' bed and jumped on it, circling around himself until he found a good position and stared at you expectantly. You smiled back at the cat and turned your back to him to set the food down on his desk. Suddenly staring at the dark sky outside and seeing how long has it been that you last saw Regulus, you sighed sadly, wondering when he will be back and whether you should get out of his dorm before his friends arrived or not.

Sensing your sudden sadness, Regulus immediately jumped up and meowed at you hurriedly. Even as a cat, he was weak for your sadness and immediately alerted.

"Hmm? Oh nothing, little guy... Just wondering when my boyfriend will come and finally start to take care of himself." You laughed when he hissed softly and almost seemed like he was pointing at the bed. "You want me to lay down?"

A barely-there nod.

"Okay... I think I can use some rest. Scoot over..." you shuffled on the bed as its silky feeling engulfed you, resulting with you letting out a relieved sigh as the cat purred happily over your chest. You trailed a soft finger down his spine and up towards his face, your hand patting him while holding him as if he was a baby.

And he freaking loved it, loved the feeling of safety of your arms.

And obviously, when cats were happy, they purred loudly.

"Hmm? Oh, you like me? I like you too, little guy! You're so cute and so elegant with your black fur and shiny, blue eyes." Regulus purred even more loudly as he nestled on your chest, bumping his head to your chin, and neck as a way of marking you. You giggled at the cat, actually your possessive boyfriend, and continued to play with the playful cat as he made several cute moves with his body and eyes.

His behaviour surprised you, since you thought black cats were mostly grumpy and "I show affection ONLY when I want to, human." kind of animals. But this one....

This one didn't even leave your side for the whole day and instead laid on your lap, purring at every chance he had. Somewhere in a muggle book, you remembered reading that a cat's purring often touches the paternal part in one's brain and that's why humans care for them a lot.

Which was goddamn right, even if it was the same frequency of a baby crying. But though a baby's cry was often irritating with its high pitch, a cat's purr was comforting.

Another reason to convince Regulus to adopt kittens for when you left the school, and settled in an apartment as soon as possible.

"And you remind me of someone I reaaally love, y'know? I'm sure he would like to have you... Don't tell him this, but you are now my favourite thing in the world!"

Wait... Wait, wait, wait! What? That was so offensive! A cat, who you knew for a few hours, took your favourite place?!

"Meowwww!"

Nope, he couldn't let it happen! The plan wasn't even this!

"Hmm? What's wrong, did I say something bad?" You wondered as the cat you adored suddenly turned pissy, throwing what you assumed as "cat tantrums" after whatever you said that triggered him. Regulus, though, started to pace around the bed nervously. You tilted your head in confusion as the cat he jumped up and tugged on your robes to make you get up.

Yeah, cats definetly have God-complex...

"Okay, okay, fine! I'm up, I seriously don't know what... is... wrong..." your jaw hung open with your eyes wide when the black cat you adored and showed immense love to was... None other than your boyfriend.

"Regulus?"

"Hi, love..." he shyly looked at you as his hand caressed his face tiredly, tugging on the skin as he grumbled at the stinging pain on his back while trying to relieve himself from the pain. "Damn it, my spine hurts..."

"What... I don't understand, you have been the cat?! All this time?" You pointed to him with your hands in surprise, still not believing that the cat was your boyfriend who apparently learnt to become an animagus.

"Yeah, I was the cat..."

"But... why? Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you for achieving becoming an animagus," he smiled softly at how you didn't miss the opportunity of praising him for his accomplishment, and he couldn't help but wonder at how easy it was for you to see past the fact that he hid something from you. He expected you to be angry for hiding it, but you were just... confused?

Why?

"But why did you hide it? I mean, it's a pretty big deal and your cat form was so beatiful with your little paws, soft fur and big eyes- I'm starting to loose the point of the talk, so please... explain."

He laughed when you finished your rant with a blushing face, looking at him with a flustered face as you waited. He knew you wouldn't judge, Merlin knew you never did, so he sat down on his bed and patted the area next to him.

"Because... I didn't know what else to do to show you." You continued to look at him confused for a second, occasionally side eyeing the room as if a clue would suddenly appear and lighten whatever that was going on right now.

"Well, it's only logical to show me rather than throwing random bottles on the ground... But I think you don't mean you, being a liquid-"

"Cats are not liquid, love..." Regulus sighed lovingly as you knitted your brows and playfully shook your head before laying a kiss on his cheek. "No, they are! They fit into anything possible even an asymetrical glass box!"

"When did you see a cat do that?"

"My sibling's cat... Though it could be because it is weird..."

He laughed as you seriously started to wonder whether what you said about the cat was true or not, and pulled you to himself by your shoulders. He was grateful you changed the subject after noticing he was slightly uncomfortable but...

He had to be honest after spending the whole day with you, and seeing what Pandora said about you and how much stronger your love was for him.

Because he finally knew, he didn't have to be a cat spy to show you his love.

"As much as my heart feels like it could explode with love from you noticing I was uncomfortable and tried to change the subject," you smiled bashfully as you blinked your eyes at him, not stopping him. He sighed once before keep going. " I did it to show you... how much I love you and show my affection in the only way I knew."

You would have cut him in the middle but by the slight wavering of his voice, you knew that it was something he had to get off of himself... That this conversation was important for him in every way possible.

So you listened... And with every word passing his lips, your eyes softened for the fragile and soft-hearted boy next to you.

"I never knew love, I never knew how to love and show it freely. Mom and dad saw it as a weakness, others saw it as some inconvenience... Sirius was the only one I have, and even then, he was the one expressing his feelings freely. Not me. I always did it silently... Taking care of Sirius' injuries after mother punished him or dad beat him. I did it by stealing his favourites from the kitchen or learning how to make them when my parents weren't home...."

A deep sigh, one that told many unsaid stories and feelings.

" Then I showed it with taking notes for my friends when they weren't able to attend classes. I showed it by taking care of their many injuries that definetly weren’t a result of training but rather... abuse. Merlin knows, I know those kind of bruises like the back of my hand. Then... But then, you came along with your shining eyes and wide smile, asking if you could sit with me in the train and suddenly... I-I wanted to be more. For you. I wanted to be enough of a man to deserve your love and show it to the whole world. Like my brother who openly hugged people, and kissed their cheeks or nuzzled to them... But soon, I was reminded that I would always be his shadow."

Silence scretchted between you as you continued looking at him, not being sure what to do now that he suddenly opened up about why he was avoiding you. You definetly didn't think your night would end up like this, even if him opening up to you was everything you wanted, but you would never be able to know that feeling.

Feeling like someone's shadow, having to endure what Regulus endured... Something he was grateful that never happened and would never happen now that you were with him.

You wouldn’t understand any of it, but you could be there for him now that he wouldn't be alone.

"You once asked me... 'Do you ever hide who you trully are?' at the side of the Black Lake in one of our nightly dates. I kept my silence then, didn't want to scare you off with my strong feelings since it was still too early but not for me who loved you for 2 year prior to that night, but... I never did, not with you, never with you. But... I never felt enough for you. I mean... How could someone as amazing as you would deserve the love of some coward? Someone who feared showing love?" He almost spitted the word "fear" as he shook his head in near disbelief at himself and how "ridiculous" he sounded, and you hated how much self-loathing he had and how easy it was for him to point that hatred to himself.

You had to change it, maybe not immediately but definetly in time.

"Regulus..." you softly rubbed his hand softly to make him look at you, and when he turned his head towards you... You saw the tears pooling in his ocean eyes. Your heart dropped to your stomach harshly as you gulped and brought his forehead down to meet yours. A silent move to convey your feelings to him.

"How could you not be enough of something you already have, from the very beginning?" You rubbed his cheek softly, bringing his face closer to yours as you kissed his eye-lids. As if you were scared to hurt him even more, when what all the world had been doing to him was hurting him.

Regulus shuddered as a shaky breath left him, suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of your words. He lifted his eyes, looked into your own that showed only one thing and only for him: Love.

"You are enough, even if you don't think so and I love you, I loved you from the beginning." A gasp left him as his hands thightened their hold on yours nervously. You laughed awkwardly. " You don't have to say it immediately but... Please, don't be so harsh on yourself. It's okay to not want to do PDA, I already told you.... All I care is your happiness, that's it."

And with that, Regulus threw himself all over you from the immense feeling he was feeling at that moment, hugging you with all his might as you returned to gesture just as fiercely. After all, it had been a long day and you missed your boyfriend, the one that would speak about Quidditch nonstop all the while letting you sleep on him as his hands caressed your hair and rubbed your back softly.

Just like now, with the adding of inhaling the scent of your hair deeply which made your heart race sweetly.

And now that the stress of him was now over and you knew what was going on...

It was time to tease him back.

"Did you just get jealous of a cat enough to come clean to me?" You mumbled from your position where your face was buried in his neck, the tingles making him giggle as a groan left him at feeling your smile on his skin.

"Love, please!"

"What? You are the one who was jealous!" You giggled playfully, but your enjoyment was soon cut when Regulus threw himself on his bed with his arms still wrapped around you. You landed harsher on his chest than you imagined and you were worried you accidently crushed him but his sigh of contentment and the way he nuzzled to your neck showed that he was far from being bad.

"I can't believe you now have a nuzzling habit, are you going to knead at me too?" You hit his chest softly when his eyes shot open and an evil smirk found his face.

Oh, that's not something good...

"I already did it earlier when I laid on your chest- Oww!"

"Regulus Arcturus Black, when did you have a foul mouth!" You hit him with his pillow as he laughed hard and ended up on the floor while trying to stop you.

"What can I say, love. I have the most gorgeous lover of all Hogwarts!"

That little shit and his sweet tongue, knowing how to get himself out of any problem...

"Okay, you got out of trouble for now... You are my favourite by the way, you always have been, in case your childish self got jealous of a cat..." you grumbled out when his head landed on your thighs and looked up at you innocently.

"That cat was still me though..." he looked at you through his lashes as you giggled, relishing on your words and how they made warmth spread all around his whole body.

"Yeah, yeah, sure... There is something I have to show you though. I was planning for a few days now. Promise to not get sad?" He nodded without knowing and guessing what was happening...

But the only thought that crossed Regulus' mind, when he saw you changing into a pure white cat, was I love her.

As you swinged your tail around Regulus' waiting hand and nuzzled to him, he smiled softly and scratched your head softly while patting your ears. His heart felt so full of love and he didn't remember any other day he felt this much happiness.

"You are... most certaintly the most beautiful yet also annoying person I know. Being a white cat Animagus, completely contrasting me but also creating something so beautiful? Did you think I will let go of you easily after this?"

You tilted your head teasingly and let out a purr before changing back into your human form with your feet dangling off of the bed like a little kid as you threw your head back towards him to look at his raised brows while he tried to surpass the smirk that threatened to take over his face.

"Yeah, I know... But you love me, no?" You cutely smiled as you nuzzled closer to his chest, and unknown to you, he smiled to himself like a fool as he wrapped his arms all around your body thightly when your body reached where he was now sitting on the bed.

Oh Merlin, he already does love everything about you.

"Can we... cuddle like that? As cats? It could be our new bonding activity!"

"I can't believe... Okay, fine. Don't try anything funny though."

"Like what?"

"Like the meaning of that wiggly eye-brows!"

But since you both were weak for each other, you two soon dozed off like that, one white and black cat tangled together peacefully as their hearts beated the same beat.

Not knowing that the next day, Barty would startle everyone awake and embrass you while yelling "Our Reggie found another chich, cat, kitten, whatever! He is cheating on our sweet Y/N!"

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