Shadow

Shadow

Anon Request.

​Love your blog can you do something for Lee not that you’ve seen the movie. 

Wordcount: 3.4K+

Description: Living on your own isn’t too bad, why live with people when they have done nothing but hurt you. Until you are suddenly being followed by a man. He seems harmless and maybe being alone isn’t so bad if you are alone with him.

A/N: My first Lee. I have no idea where this came from. I was supposed to be writing smut and it went left field. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Warning: Mention of SA, attempted SA,  drug overdose, Murder, Lee eating a person. A bit of angst, and a bit of fluff at the end.

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could you do a fic where y/n and timothée come back very drunk from dinner together and get a little~ affectionate and she has these stockings on and he plays with her legs and makes her wait on purpose, thanks<3

short and sweet 💗 thank you for requesting!

patience

“timmyyyyyy,” you whine, bumping your nose against his shoulder. “hurry upppp.”

your boyfriend giggles, jingling your keys in the lock. “i’m trying, it won’t open!”

“just – turn it, here, let me—”

“nooooo, no i got it, i got it,” he shouts, voice echoing around the corridor. but he drops the keys, and this whole thing is hilarious.

“shhhhh!” you hiss, giggling madly against his side. “you’re gonna wake everybody up!”

he dives for the keys, drunken hands fumbling until he finds the right one. then he wraps both arms around your waist, your back flush to his chest as he continues to wrestle with the lock.

“come onnnn,” he groans into your ear, soft lips brushing against your ear and making your knees buckle.

“patience is a virtue,” you tease, snatching the keys from him. you try yourself, and is it really your fault if you can’t think straight with his hands inching lower and lower and lower—

“got it!” you shriek, and he has no choice but to slam his lips over yours before the guy two doors down writes another noise complaint.

you bite his lip, pushing back against him when the lock finally, finally, clicks. the door swings open, banging against the wall, and your bodies follow immediately after.

“baby, babe, babe” you jabber, a soft sound escaping your throat when his teeth graze just below your jaw. “couch? couch, babe?”

“mhm, use your words, darling,” timothée rasps, his voice alone making you dig your nails into his sides to compose yourself. when he starts to lower himself, to get on his knees, you lose it.

there are no words. they evade you, escape you, they don’t exist – not when his hands are sliding up your stockings, tantalising heat just out of reach, hoisting up your skirt and stopping – why is he stopping?!

“timothéeee,” you plead, both hands in his hair as you push him lower.

he looks up at you, shaking the curls from his eyes, a devilish grin on those angelic lips.

“words, princess,” he prompts, one finger tracing the pattern on your tights.

“god, timmy,” you all but beg, head falling back against the wall as he continues to trace up, up, up the intricate patterns on your leg. “take me, take me here, take me anywhere.”

you feel his smirk through your tights, your entire body aching for his skin against yours, for touch, for friction, for anything.

more, you need more.

reaching down, you slip a hand under them, only to have his hand close around your wrist.

“ahh, not so fast,” he smirks, nails digging into your thigh. “patience is a virtue, sweet one.”

“fuck you, please,” you add desperately, voice as shallow as your breathing.

“much better,” he teases, his fingers hooking beneath the stockings, sliding them down inch by inch, agonisingly slowly.

“oh, yes, yes, please, yes” you babble, one hand gripping his hair, the other clutching his shoulder. delicious heat builds, the air suddenly stifling, as timothée finally, finally, rips them off, folds them away – your sweet boy – and then hoists your thigh over his shoulder, diving, diving, diving into you.

can u do a fez smut of him wanting to eat the reader out?

⚠️ english isn't my first language

It was late at night. Ashtray was already sleeping, he didn't even get to finish the movie you three were watching and it seemed like you weren't going to finish it either. Fezco was topping you, one of his hands under your body grabbing your hip to keep you close and one of his knees occasionally brushing against your pussy. You broke the kiss to catch your breathe. Fezco gave you a peck. Two. Three. Four. Five. You smiled against his lips, enjoying those quick and wet kisses he was giving you. His lips moved to your cheek, leaving yours wanting more of him. He kissed your cheekbone and finally got to your neck. He took his time there; kissing it, licking it, even giving it soft bites. You let out some cutes "oh..." and some giggles. It felt so nice. His beard tickling those sensitive parts of your body and his hands roaming all over your hips, waist, and tummy.

You were surprised when his lips kept going down on your body, now focusing on your collarbone. It was surprising because he's never gone any further than the lower part of your neck.

"What are you doing?" You giggled trying to get his attention.

"I wanna eat you out." He stopped kissing your body and looked directly into your eyes. "I mean... if that's okay with yo'."

Always so cute. You nodded, grabbing him by his neck and making him kiss your lips again. The kiss was different now, messier and definitely wetter than before. Fezco repeated with zero complaints the trail of kisses he left before, enjoying every centimeter of your body. He went from your collarbone to your belly, asking you by raising his eyebrows if it was okay for him to lift your shirt. You gave him the permission he needed and his lips started working his way down your belly until he reached the waistband of your pajama pants.

You lifted your hips and Fezco dragged your pants off. "Cute." You heard Fez whisper when he saw your panties. He placed his head between your legs, millimeters away from your wet core and he took one of your legs, pushing it up and hooking your ankle over his shoulder. He kissed the inside of your thigh, practically devouring it. He bit the soft skin of it, making you whimper, and moved his lips along that part of your leg until he got to your groin.

"You good?" He was the kindest man you've ever been with, you smiled at him and nodded as you got comfortable on the couch. " 'K this has to go..." Fezco dragged your underwear off, leaving you completely exposed to him. "You guide me." He said before he started kissing your folds. You gasped feeling his mouth really close to your clit. Fezco knew what he was doing, it's not like he has had this enormous amount of partners before you, but he knew how to satisfice you. After seeing how desperate you were and when he finally had enough of teasing you, he licked from your hole to your clit, collecting all your juices and finally reaching where you needed him most.

Fezco started giving kitten licks to your clit, and even though you tried to be quiet all this time, it was impossible anymore. "Go faster please, Fez..." He did as you said, using his tongue so expertly. And he was so good at it, making every right movement with it to leave you breathless. Your chest moving up and down trying to catch some air.

"Is it good?" You nodded letting out a suffocated "yes." Instead of licking at it, Fezco began to suck on your clit making you arch your back and throw your hand to your mouth to silence your moans. His name left your mouth repeatedly, every time he sucked on your clit you felt closer to your climax.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum Fez..." Your hands now went to the back of his head, bringing him even closer. Your legs shook and squeezed his head between your thighs as you came on his mouth. Fezco watched you come with his big blue eyes, literally amazed at how your body reacted to him. It felt so sweet, you capturing his head between your thighs, but it was even sweeter the way you tasted.

From A Distance

AN: Hello! I’ve decided to try myself out at this whole writing thing so here it is my first Regulus Black imagine I hope you enjoy and if you any ideas for a new story please dont be shy to request me or message me! Oh and I know its not perfect with all the book names and the homework so if you want to give me an idea of the correct way pls message me I am super open to learning how to improve my writing !

Summary: Reader has a major crush on the mysterious Regulus Black and has always observed him from a distance. She never thought that he would feel the same until proven otherwise late at night in the library.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Slytherin!Female Reader

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Regulus Black was a mystery to most of the students that attended Hogwarts. Not much was known of about him other than the fear his last name caused many of his fellow classmates to feel, that he is the estranged brother of the well known and beloved Sirius Black, and that he was a seeker for the Slytherin quidditch team and a pretty good one at that. The aura of mystery that surrounded him made him prone too many rumours, most of them having to do with the group of wizards who all shared a similar tattoo on their forearm that proved their loyalty towards a former Slytherin student. He mostly kept to himself, always having a book not too far at his disposal in case he got bored of the conversation he was in with his fellow Slytherin pure bloods.

But if you payed attention to the little details like Y/N did, you would know his favourite class is potions even if he excelled in every class including defence against the dark arts the small glint of happiness and pride from a well brewed potion that showed in his hazel green eyes gave him away. You would also notice the almost peaceful look he had when he was playing quidditch as if all the other worries that plagued his mind vanished and capturing the golden snitch was the only thing that mattered. The uneasy look he had whenever the oils delivered the mail and he waited to see if he got any word from his parents and the relief he had when he had none or the frightened look when he did receive one. There were a handful of other little discoveries she had discovered over the years of observing him from the other end of the Slytherin dinner table, common room or class room. She couldn’t help herself, there was something about Regulus Black that intrigued her.

“Y/N…Hello? Earth to Y/N” Pandora waved her hand in front of her friends dazed out face hopping to get a reply as too wether or not she had understood Professor Slughorn’s assignment that was due in a few weeks.

Pandora followed her friends gaze that lead her to the youngest brother of the infamous Black family who seemed to be more interested in the leftovers on his plate from dinner than the conversation a Ravenclaw was desperately trying to have with him. Even if his last name caused fear in some didn’t mean they were blind to how handsome he was. Many of the girls in Slytherin had tried to get with him and were all turned down with a indifferent shrug or a forced smile and a cordial no. Y/N was one of the few Slytherin girls to have never pursued him but more shockingly to the most the only Slytherin Pureblood girl as well. Her family weren’t purist that believed that muggles were below them like some of the other pureblood families in Slytherin. In fact her family had a long line of being placed in Ravenclaw or on occasion Hufflepuff, she was the first to ever be placed in Slytherin which came to a chock to her family including her older brother who had saved her a seat next to him at the Ravenclaw table during the sorting ceremony. She was never shunned for being placed in Slytherin but she always did feel like the odd one out when she came home from Hogwarts and her family reminisced of they’re time at Hogwarts and all the fun parties they had in the Ravenclaw common room.

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Regulus Black ‐ Jasmine, Lavender, and Poppy

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 0.6k Warning : Nothing, just pure fluff. Synopsis : Regulus made sure that she would never forget his scent ever again. Notes : My first blurb. Should I make more of these? If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕  

She remembers his scent well. That very special smell of oud and leather, something that portrays luxury and obscurity. Something that feels like home. Something that screams him— Regulus Arcturus Black.

But poking on Regulus has always been one of her most favourite things to do. Even before they were romantic, teasing him has always been second nature for her. His reactions have always brought her bliss. Their harmless banter is what fuels their day and it feels like the perfect time for her to pull the first taunt of the day.

"I don't smell you from the Amortentia," She lied, teasing her boyfriend whose brows are now pinched high from the offensive words she spilled "I smelled cinnamon, wet grass, and linen."

"Bullshit, I smelled you. There's no way you smelled someone else."

Shs shrugs, closing her textbook that hasn't been read ever since they entered the library, "Maybe you smelled wrong."

"I'm never wrong about these kinds of things."

"Yeah?" She challenges, propping her chin in the palm of her hand "What did you smell?"

"I smelled jasmine, lavender, and poppy."

"That doesn't smell like me. You're just listing random flowers."

Regulus raised an eyebrow, "Your perfume's base is jasmine. You drop a few lavender oil to your seal wax on all of our letters. Your garden is filled with poppies. You are jasmine, lavender, and poppy."

A smile blooms on her face. It was one thing to be satisfied by teasing your boyfriend and another to have him spelling the little details of you. Regulus has always been the observant party of the two, she just never realised how much of her he's taking notes of.

"Also, Love, your house is always decorated with those three flowers on every corner. You are what I smelled from Amortentia. You are my soulmate."

"Well, no one said Amortentia smells like your soulmate. They say it smells like someone you're attracted to so maybe that's why." She continues her scheme, concealing her blooming heart "Maybe I'm attracted to someone else now."

Regulus' brows rose higher, looking even more appalled at her words, "Are you being serious right now?"

She shrugs.

Regulus stood from his seat. Perhaps teasing him in the library when they're the last people there wasn't such a brilliant idea. Merlin knows what he might do now. Regulus might be a calm and collected person but wrong poke and you'll wake the fury inside him.

She started to inch away, pushing her seat back until it hit the wall, giving her no other space to escape. Regulus kneeled down, levelling to her eye level and eyes her deeply. His brows were still knitted in displease but his eyes were soft. Her plan to keep an aloof expression has evidently failed as a playful smile cracks on her lips, anticipating for his next move whilst praying that he wasn't genuinely angry.

"You're a menace." He says before kissing her.

Regulus pulled her chair closer, locking her in place as he put his hands on her sides. It wasn't like she's planning to leave, anyway. No one in their right mind would want to go when they're being kissed by him, especially with such an intimate and asserting position.

One hell of a man, Regulus is.

A victorious smile was plastered on her face when they pulled away. It was a short kiss. Just enough for him to prove to her just how wrong she is about the scents she's attracted to. Regulus knew that she was lying, that she was just trying to get his reaction, yet he complied with her charade anyway.

Regulus now stands from his position. He took off his robe, tossing it carelessly to the seat he occupied a couple minutes ago. He then takes off his jumper, making her cheeks burn from the sight. He surely knows how to keep her around.

"The library might not give you the best privacy if you're planning to go nude, Love." She comments.

Regulus rolls his eyes, handing her his jumper, "Wear it."

"Why?"

"So you won't ever forget my scent again."

Hi! I've been imagining this a lot lately, so I'd like to request an imagine where Timmy is in his apartment and plays Bob Dylan songs on his guitar, based on his latest Instagram Stories in which he's at James Mangold's place - and I've been listening to "I Want You" a lot, so I'd really like to see an imagine where Chalamet sings Dylan :)

hi!! loveee love love this song, and i also got a different req for timothée playing guitar so i've combined the two! hope this is okay 💗

i want you

“mmhm, i missed you too,” timothée smiles into the kiss in the doorway, your eagerness making him giggle as you kick the door shut and grab the neck of his guitar case, using it to pull him quickly down the hall and into the living room. tumbling onto the carpet together, he sits cross legged and you kneel up to move forwards, to close the distance between you.

“why’d you take you so long getting home?” you mumble between kisses, his lips chapped and warm against yours.

he moans softly, tilting his head for more access. “because i’m a stupid, stupid man.”

all wandering hands, you missed him today. these long shoot days have forced you to be patient, to wait for him, to know that what you're waiting for is worth it.

“but i’m quitting tomorrow,” he adds bluntly at the swipe of your tongue against his neck. you snicker, sucking a mark just behind his ear, easily hideable beneath those wild curls.

coyly, you bite your lip, both hands sliding up his hoodie, tugging the drawstrings closer until you’re in his lap. “hmm and you’re going to make it up to me?”

“fuck, yes,” he breathes, a soft noise escaping his throat when you hook your legs around his waist, pressing your chest against his.

grinding yourself gently against his crotch, his hands glide up the back of your shirt, nails digging deliciously into your skin until—

“great! then let’s get started, baby,” you chirp, scrambling off his lap and unzipping the guitar case.

timothée’s mouth hangs open, pink, swollen lips agape as he not so subtly shifts his hips against the tightness of his jeans.

dumbstruck and betrayed, he gapes at you for several seconds, his brain stuck in a haze entirely revolving around the curve of your ass against his—

“uhh, what just happened?” he splutters, cheeks flushed and pupils blown as he watches you place his guitar on your lap, fingers delicate as they tap over the strings. “are you kidding me?”

“what?” you smile innocently, teasingly brushing your fingers against the fretboard.

“you are wicked,” he whinges, throwing his head back with his eyes squeezed shut.

you scoot closer, biting back laughter as you slide your hand up and down the guitar neck.

he opens his eyes and groans loudly, staring up at the ceiling.

“wicked,” he scorns over your laughter, scrubbing both hands over his face as he squirms.

“you did say you’d teach me something tonight,” you pout, one hand reaching out to rest on his thigh.

“i will, but not when you’re all the way over there,” he growls, pulling you clumsily back into his lap and oh, this may be a much harder lesson than you anticipated.

back to his chest, you wriggle around just because you can, just because you’re not comfortable yet, timmy, just because those sounds he makes are too pretty not to coax out over and over again.

timothée inhales sharply, sinking his teeth just below your earlobe to muffle his moans.

“honey, you’re killing me,” he grunts, wrapping his arms around your waist to reach the strings in front of you.

he strums loudly, the vibrations from the guitar making you squirm involuntarily in his lap.

“shit, yn,” his voice is hoarse beside your ear, like he’s barely hanging on. “if you keep doing that you’ll learn nothing. because i’ll be dead. because, again, you’re killing me.”

you roll your eyes, wiggling your hips and chuckling when he grumbles.

“it’s not my fault it feels so good,” you explain, rocking your hips to the rhythm he plays.

timothée chuckles, burying his face in your neck as he starts to sing softly:

how does it feel? how does it feel?

to be without a home? like a complete unknown?

like a rolling st—

“shhhhh,” you cover his mouth with your palm, “different song.”

he furrows his eyebrows, swaying you both from side to side while his fingers dance around a riff. “hm?”

“i have a home,” you say simply, reaching back to tug his curls. you turn slightly to meet his eyes. “and i am known. you know me.”

timothée kisses your forehead, heart soaring in his chest. he links his fingers with yours, kissing the back of your hand before deftly leading them back over the strings.

“so the song needs to be accurate?” he clarifies, playing with your fingers.

you nod, fiddling with the dainty bracelet on his wrist.

he shapes your hands into chords, a beautiful progression filling the apartment.

“i want you,” he sings a different melody against your neck. “i want you so bad.”

“is this an original song?” you giggle, pushing your ass back a little and taking pleasure in the way it makes his voice strain.

“honey, i want you,” timothée noses at your cheek, making those all too familiar butterflies flutter their wings.

you turn your head to chase his lips, teeth clashing into the kiss.

“i want you,” he hums, fingers still over yours, the tempo he controls slowing, slowing, slowing, as his mouth meets yours languidly, tenderly.

“i want you,” he murmurs against your lips, “honey, i want you.”

“i want you so bad,” you whisper, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

he picks the final notes mellifluously and they shimmer around the room, soft, sweet, as light as his touch when he spins you in his lap, carrying you and the guitar into the bedroom.