Huge Spoiler But, I Can't Believe Elle Kennedy Is Doing This To Me. I Love Her So Much. She's Making

Huge spoiler but, I can't believe Elle Kennedy is doing this to me. I love her so much. She's making her way up my list of favourite authors.

I just LOVE her for shadowing of events. Why? BECAUSE, in "The Deal" she included a Convo between Hannah and Allie saying that Allie and Sean had broken up so many times but Allie felt like they were older and wiser and everything. And then we forgot about this. AND THEN, in "The Mistake" she included another convo where it was said that Allie and Sean were fighting like crazy. AND I TOLD MYSELF, oh, I feel sorry for Ally. I really thought she and Sean were solid.

AND NOW, Allie is the protagonist of the third book with her love interest being Dean??? FUCKING DEAN???

Oh my Lord in the heavens above, I just love this book so freaking much.

Rings, Rings, Rings -> Peter Parker

pairings: peter parker x reader

desc: in which your boyfriends newfound love towards jewellery affects you more than you expected

warnings: swearing, the most nsfw thing i’ve done, sex mentions, hand kink, dirty talk, choking, ring kink(?), hint of dom!peter, nicknames of pure filth

a/n: this is filth. it’s not all the way smut but oh my god it’s pure filth. if there were any mind readers in sainsbury’s while i thought this up - sorry😋

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It started with one. One metal band around Peter’s middle finger. You had loved it, even complimented him on it.

Never could you have expected a fucking ring to make you like this.

Your problem had began in first period, when Peter walked into math, his fingers lined with rings. You had noticed straight away, and when he sat down next to you, your mind was already a million miles away.

The only thought bouncing around in your mind was short, sweet and simple. Rings, rings, rings.

By the end of maths, you could already feel the butterflies in your stomach dropping all the way down, giving you a familiar sensation in your abdomen.

You and Peter had been dating for the best part of two years, and yes - you had sex. Good sex, at that, although there was always a mutual feeling of wanting more, something beyond the reasonably vanilla sex.

Maybe this would be the kickstarter.

Now, it was last period, and you were surprised that you had made it through the day. It was English, and where you had normally been focused on the learning, your eyes were glued to Peter in front of you.

He was the row in front and one to the left, so his hands were in perfect view. Was it weird, to be so obsessed with your own boyfriend? No, you thought. He made you like this.

The whole day before, you had been quiet in conversations, although not quiet enough for Peter to be suspicious. MJ had noticed at lunch, clearly more observant than Peter, and she has teased you relentlessly.

But you didn’t care. He was hot.

You knew how wet you were - you could feel it every time you moved. It was unbearable, having to act completely fine all day when your mind was begging to be fucked. You prayed Peter couldn’t tell.

“Y/N?” Your English teacher, Mr. Robertson called.

“Hm?” You snapped your eyes up. “Yeah?”

“I asked you what you got for number seven?”

“Oh,” Looking at the board, you tried to work the answer out in your head. “Alliteration, right?”

Mr. Robertson nodded, “Pay more attention, please.”

“Yes, sir.” You shifted in your chair, accidentally rolling over that sweet spot.

You felt yourself get even wetter, while you hoped the bell would ring sooner. Eyes falling back onto Peter, you noticed the hair on his arms was standing up, and his eyes went vacant, staring at his work.

Fuck, you thought. He knows.

You reached to into your bag under the desk, shuffling things around until you felt the cool glass of your perfume bottle. Pulling it out, you took the cap off and sprayed it over yourself a few times, deliberately pointing some in Peter’s direction.

His spidey-sense normally came in handy, but right now all you wanted was to cover up your own hormones. He didn’t have to know, you said to yourself. It would be so embarrassing to explain - that you had been dumb all day over his hands, just from one simple change.

Eyeing the clock, you checked how long it was until the day would finally be over. Turns out it was only a few minutes - a few minutes until you could get home and get yourself under control-

Wait, you stopped mid-sentence. It was Thursday. That meant you weren’t going home. Thursdays meant May wasn’t home, so you always went to Peter’s for a movie night. Fuck.

“And on that note, pack up.” Mr. Robertson smiled, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Peter closed his jotter, turning around to face you. “Are you ok? You’ve been quiet today.”

“Yeah,” you tried to act normal. “Just trying to pick a movie to watch tonight. It’s my turn, right?”

He smiled. “Please don’t make me watch Love, Simon again. I love it- but I think I know it word for word at this point.”

Good, you thought. Maybe he hasn’t noticed. “Fine. Just because I love you.”

You shoved your jotter into your bag, throwing it over your shoulder and saying goodbye to Mr. Robertson. Every step you took caused more friction between your legs, it was torture. There was no way you could act normally.

Thankfully, the walk from school to Peter’s place wasn’t too far, although he still lived with May and was in his last year of high school, you were glad that he was so close to you, all the time. It was nice to have him there.

Approaching his apartment building, the conversation was scarce - not awkward, though. Peter seemed to take your quietness as a hint, and you two walked in comfortable silence.

He held the door for you as you walked into the building, heading towards the stairs up to his floor. You could hear him behind you, rummaging around in his bag to find his keys.

When you got to his door, you turned, meeting his brown eyes - seeing something within them, something not too prominent, but there. It was new.

“So, you decided on a movie?” Peter asked, closing the door behind him. “And please don’t say 365 Days. May doesn’t need that on our Netflix history.”

You laughed, “Really? I was looking forward to watching that.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his bag off of his shoulder. “No, baby. I will not watch glorified porn with you.”

“Damn,” you joked. “Guess I’ll have to settle for my second choice.”

“Which is?”

“50 Shades.”

Peter scoffed. “No. Absolutely not, princess. That’s not even on Netflix.”

You set your bag down next to his. “I’m kidding, babe. MJ was talking about this movie in science - it’s called Room. It sounds good.”

“As long as it’s not a weird mafia sex movie.” Peter mumbled.

“I doubt it would be,” You giggled.

He walked over to the living room TV, picking up the remote and turning it on before you spoke;

“I’m gonna get changed, can I borrow a hoodie? This shirt is too tight.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” He smiled. “By borrow, you mean keep, right?”

You fake scoffed. “Never!”

Peter smirked. “It’s good, baby. You look good in my clothes anyway. I’ll get the movie on.”

Smiling, you walked into his room, pulling your own shirt off - leaving you in your bra. You walked up to Peter’s closet, looking for a hoodie you saw him wear the other day.

You searched through the hangers, not finding a single hoodie. Weird, you thought. Maybe he moved them into the drawers.

Turning around, you jumped when you saw Peter almost right in front of you, just a few feet ahead.

“Christ, Pete. Almost had a heart attack.” You laughed.

“I wanted to ask you about something.” His tone was smooth, almost totally opposing the joking tone he had just a minute ago.

“Sure,” You smiled. “But can I have some clothes on when you ask?”

You began to walk past him to his drawers, but were surprised when his hand caught your arm before you could pass.

“Pete- Are you alright?” You could feel the rings pressing against your skin, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a huge turn on. You could feel the butterflies in your panties, which were already soaked from the day.

The hair on Peter’s arm stood up.

“That,” he looked at his arm. “Keeps happening.”

“Is someone in trouble, maybe?” You tried to play it off.

Peter laughed a little. “No, angel. No one’s in trouble.”

You nodded. “Then what is it?”

“Come on, pretty girl,” he drawled. “Let’s not play dumb.”

His hand moved up from your wrist, slowing tracing your arm, going all the way up until Peter’s hand reached your face. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, but kept his hand there, cupping your cheek.

“I could smell you, all day,” He smirked. “That’s why you kept spraying perfume, isn’t it? You knew that I’d smell how fuckin’ wet you are.”

Your breath hitched. Peter had never been like this before, never so outright. Hey, you didn’t dislike it.

“Peter..”

“Tell me, baby,” he looked back into your eyes before he pulled his hand away, running it through his curls. “What’s got you so needy?”

The words wouldn’t come out. It was too embarrassing. What is he thought it was weird, what if it made him uncomfortable? Your mind raced.

“Baby,” His hand went to your chin, pulling it up so you’d look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.”

You still couldn’t speak, but instead looked down to his other hand, Peter’s own gaze following. He laughed a little when it clicked.

“Oh,” he breathed, putting both hands next to each other. “my hands?”

“I know it’s dumb, I don’t know why I-”

Peter stopped you with just a look.

“No, it’s not,” smirking, he raised his right hand and placed it back on your cheek. “It’s not weird.”

He seemed to recognise that you wanted more, just didn’t want to say it, as he gave you a look as if you say ‘Go ahead, do whatever.’ Peter could tell you a lot through looks.

You took a breath, reaching up to the hand on your shoulder, lifting it off and moving it up, slowing placing it on your neck, using your own hand to wrap it around.

The cool metal was nice against your skin, and although Peter could already smell your hormones, you knew they would be kicking off even more now that you had everything you wanted - his hand wrapped around your neck.

You moved you’re eyes back up to him, expecting him to look confused or uncomfortable, but instead there was just a vacant look on his face, something you had never seen before.

For a moment you thought he hated it, Peter’s blank look making you expect the worst, so you pulled away a little, letting your hand drop from on top of his.

But he didn’t pull away.

His expression turned, going from blank to a small smirk, his eyes almost lighting up. “Oh,”

You swallowed. “Is this ok?”

Peter nodded quickly. “This is definitely ok.”

Smiling a little, you moved further into his grip, feeling the cool of his rings against your throat. You felt Peter tighten his grip slightly, which took you by surprise.

Letting out a small moan - much to Peter’s delight, you flushed red and looked into his eyes again.

He laughed a little, moving closer to you and running his other hand down your side.

“We’re gonna have so much fun with this, angel.”

I never speak a sentence without saying actually, genuinely, seriously, or literally because I need everyone to know how sincere I am about the bullshit that comes out of my mouth

Some timothee fluff pleass :)) love your work !!

Cake || Timothée Chalamet

Summary → You go live on Instagram and bake a cake. Timothée comes home halfway through and doesn’t realize you’re live-streaming.

AN → This is just pure fluff tbh, a little short but pure fluff

Pairing(s) → Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader

Warnings → Strong Language

Word Count → 900

You stepped back, pressing the ‘go live’ button on your Instagram. In the shot behind you was your oven and white countertops, a few plants, and the earthy green cupboards.

Since you had done 73 questions with Vogue, your New York City penthouse apartment had become sort of famous. Everyone had absolutely died over your kitchen, adoring the many plants and bronze pots and pans hanging from the ceiling.

You were dressed in a pair of white flowing pants, overtop of it was a simple black tank top and a grey zip up that belonged to Timothée.

Within the first few seconds, thousands of people had joined the livestream. Comments began to flood in, some of them making you laugh while you leaned in to glance at the phone you’d sat against the counter. There were dozens of remarks just on the atmosphere of your apartment.

It was heavily raining outside, a thick smog covering the city. You had lit candles all throughout your’s and Timothée’s shared space. He didn’t mind the crystals scattered around, resting on windowsills and shelves. He quite often asked for you to read his tarot cards, loving the way you would sit crisscross in front of him on the carpet and explain what everything meant.

userone: im so fucking in love with you

usertwo: where’s timmy????

userthree: make a tiktok pls

You scrolled through comments, laughing at a few, making sure not to dwell on some of the harsher ones. You smiled at the few familiar friends joining the live, exchanging a bit of banter as you grabbed some ingredients out of the fridge.

“Okay—so, as you all know, I’m no chef,” you snorted, holding up the box of cake mix. “All it needs is like eggs, water, and oil—I figured I couldn’t really fuck that up.”

florencepugh: i’m disappointed y/n

oliviarodrigo: you’ll find a way y/n/n

“Flo, I’m sorry,” you whined, drawling out the y.

The soft hum of Fleetwood Mac played in the back, Spotify just barely visible behind you on your laptop. Timothée was out, and you had tried to occupy yourself, finding nothing better to do than bake.

You cracked the eggs into the large plastic bowl, grinning at the phone in the process. You couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that someone would turn these clips into an Instagram edit.

userfour: i love u sm

userfive: how do u look so effortlessly good tf

usersix: i love ur kitchen stoppppppppp

userseven: bi panic

“You guys are hysterical—shit, I think I almost put too much oil in,” you said in a hushed tone.

lydianight: NOT U LITERALLY FUCJING UP CAKE OUT OF A BOX PLEASEEE

odessaazion: ur literally so hot y/n even if u can’t make food for shit

userseven: LMAOO DID SHE EVEN READ THE BOX ???

“You guys have no faith in me,” you said, chuckling as you whisked. “It’s disheartening, really. I’m hurt!”

You jokingly placed a hand on your heart, pretending to cry. You had bits of the packaged cake mix on your cheeks, hair pulled back and out of your face. The pan was greased in front of you, This Town by Niall Horan coming on behind you.

You were so focused on getting the clumps of chocolate powder separated that you hadn’t even heard the jangle of keys at the front door, or the sound of it shutting. You held the bowl up to the camera, nodding that it looked good enough.

You yelped when a pair of hands slid over your hips, pulling them back and making you jump. Timothée turned you around a moment later and cupped the nape of your neck, pulling you in for a quick kiss. He was in a grey hoodie and black joggers, hair skewed about under a navy blue baseball cap and slightly wet.

“If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you,” he mumbled, spinning you around in a playful dance a moment later.

“Didn’t hear you come in,” you giggled at his swaying motion.

“Yeah? I yelled your name,” he pecked your lips in between each word.

usereight: im gonna go cry now

usernine: tell me ur single without telling me ur single

userten: fuck that’s so cute

usereleven: AND NIALLLL STOP

“I’m on live,” you said, watching him look over at the phone and awkwardly wave.

“Shit, why didn’t you tell me?” He chuckled, dipping a finger into the cake mix before you could swat his hand away.

He sucked on his index finger a moment later, ignoring you as you hit him a few times with the oven mitt at your right. He snatched the wooden spoon not far from him and held it up with a wide grin.

“You sure about that?” He mused, waving it in the air.

usertwelve: when they hit each other with kitchen suppliesssss

userthirteen: i’ll never be over this

“Was the cake mix any good, at least?” You couldn’t help but ask, watching him take off the hat, ruffle his hair a bit and then put it back on.

“I love you—but it tasted like shit,” he barely got out, running as you started to swat him with the mitt again.

userfourteen: god im so alone

a/n: this is my first regulus fic so it’s probably not the best but i tried. please enjoy or don’t because that’s ok too <3

warnings: graphic smut, very much angst, fluff.

Regulus Black x Fem OC/Reader.

REGULUS

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I don't know what about him intrigued me so immensely, like a moth to a flame- not knowing the danger of flying head first into a fire.

He isn't Prince Charming that's for certain. He is dark, cold, nearly heartless. He fucks other girls behind my back, he whispers sweet nothings to taunt me, he takes advantage of my love, because he knows I can't help but give myself to him.

Yet he still gives me hope. Either hope or he's extremely good at leading me on.

The loving stolen glances when he thinks I'm not paying attention, he "forgets" ink in Potions so we have to share, the burning jealousy when another boy even breathes too close to me. Was it all fake?

Falling for a love-affection-touch-depraved boy was not in my plans, but here I am. I know him better than I know myself and that's something only I would proudly claim.

-

As I enter the Great Hall the chatter of dining students was almost deafening, I truly just wanted to go back to my room. Overstimulated and mentally drained from classes of the day, I really didn't have an appetite. Still I show up just to see him, even if just for a moment.

I make my way to (your house)'s table taking a seat next to Mallory, my best friend. Filling my plate with useless food, I catch sight of Regulus.

He's in conversation with his friends, laughing, I can only imagine what they're saying. He's only smiled like that with me a few times but I cherish every one like the first.

"Don't we look glum, what's on your mind?" She mumbles nearly choking down her roast potatoes.

"Nothing really, just thinking too much is all." I sigh poking a carrot around my dish.

She looks at me a little longer than normal sensing I wasn't being truthful. She swallows her food, following my eye-line, her eyebrow raised.

She snaps her head back at me.

"Im sorry, you've got to stop pining over him love. He's never going to give you what you want. I hate seeing you like this." She says.

"But what if-"

"There is no but, if he was going to do or say anything he would've. He hasn't, so move on because that's the only thing you can do now- give a damn how he feels about it." She scoffs.

I bite the inside of my lip taking in her harsh words, she wasn't wrong but the way I feel for him is like nothing I've ever experienced. I look down to my plate.

"Yeah I guess." I sip my water.

After acting interested in Mallory's day I notice he is no where to be seen.

"I think I'm gonna go back to my room, I'll see you later?" I more so state than ask. There was no reason to stay any longer seeing as I obviously wasn't going to eat.

I fully planned to go back to my room but found myself walking to the Astronomy Tower. I take a clove out and light it, bringing the filter to my lips and taking a puff.

The stars bright and twinkling more than I've ever seen. Almost as if they're laughing at me for being so foolish.

"Cloves are bad for you, you know." A voice calls behind me.

I whip my head around to reveal the one and only Regulus Black. I roll my eyes turning back around to finish my cigarette.

"What's it to you anyway?" I retort, he chuckles.

"I wouldn't want you ruining your lungs is all." He appears next to me with a clove between his lips.

"You've always been so contradictory." I dryly laugh.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" He blows smoke, his eyebrows crinkle together.

There's a loud silence between us as I puff...puff...and puff again, reaching the end of my stress reliever.

"I've gotta get back." I put out the butt turning on my heel.

I feel a hand on my upper arm pulling me back, his expression unreadable but his eyes look disappointed.

"What's wrong with you? You've been acting different." His voice is quiet and I swear I could hear a hint of worry.

All of my pent up feelings boil over, my blood pumping through my body faster, I felt hot. I was over it.

"Are you dumb or just completely oblivious? What's wrong with me? What the hell is the matter with you, Regulus?" I shout at the boy, "Really, I would love to know. Do you enjoy toying with people or are you too dense to know what you're doing?"

His face drops to a scowl, he lets my arm loose, finishing his cigarette.

"What the fuck are you on about?" He shouts back.

I break out into a fit of laughter, I know I look crazy but I didn't care. I was done being nice, being patient, caring. I let loose.

"You know I really thought what everyone said about you wasn't true, but it is. You are the most selfish, devious, disgusting person I've ever met in my life. And to think I really tried with you is beyond me, there is no loving you." I spat coldly my eyes being pricked with hot tears, not of sadness but anger.

His face softens and an expression I've never seen comes across his entire body. Hurt.

"Now I'm stuck dealing with my shitty feelings because I love you and you are completely fucking unable to do that." A tear slides down my cheek, "I thought giving you love would make you love me back but all you did was take from me."

"No I- No that's not what-" He reaches out to bring me close to him.

"Do NOT touch me, it wasn't what? You didn't mean to? Stop fucking with my head, I'm so tired of it!" I smack his hand away, more tears staining my cheeks.

"Please just listen to me, I'm begging you." He pleads getting on my eye level.

I wipe my face trying to gather myself, but the anger inside of me boiled to the point I couldn't control what I said next.

"I hate you Regulus Black. I hate everything about you."

Deafening silence.

"You don't mean that. Take it back." He demands. Pain envelops his features. His eyes glistening with fresh tears, just as mine. I say nothing.

"I love you, so much." He whispers, tears threatening to fall.

I stare at him in silence. For the first time ever I saw devastation in his face. The type of feeling that means a person broke completely.

"You don't mean-"

"Yes, I fucking do! I love you so much it's indescribable, and I'm scared Y/n. I'm fucking terrified!" He wipes his eyes, "I will never be good enough for you and I know that so I push you away however I can. Even then I couldn’t get away from you, not physically or mentally. You can't be apart of my life because if anything happened to you I would never forgive myself for it. I refuse to let you be damned in the way I am, I refuse it!"

Silent tears refusing to stop come from my eyes, I can't even look him in the face. Regret is all I feel, regret and ignorance.

How does a love-affection-touch-depraved boy express his love when he's never experienced it? He steals loving glances, he "forgets" ink everyday, and he runs off everyone who shows interest in me.

"You don't get to decide how damned I am Regulus, it's not your place." I choke out walking up to him, "I dealt with you, I love you, I want you. I chose you, what do you have to lose by choosing me too?" I take a step closer to him.

I can feel his ragged breaths on my eyelashes, the smell of deep amber and cloves radiating from him as he bores into my eyes with his own.

"You. I have you to lose." He whispers embracing my cheek with his hand.

"Then don't lose me."

With no warning I feel his lips on mine, it felt right, like they were made for each other. Shockwaves of passion and love coursing through the kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck deepening it.

His tongue grazes my bottom lip and I let him in without hesitation. His tongue is sweet like cinnamon sugar, his lips soft as velvet, he pulls away cutting it short.

"I won't." He promises.

—

He lays me on his bed gently as if I were made of glass, our lips never detaching. I tangle my hands in his curls pulling slightly at his nape, our tongues dancing around one another. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth pulling ever so slightly, a small gasp escaping my mouth.

He hovers over me and grips under my chin staring at my flustered state, taking in every detail.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on." He sighs out, pupils blown.

"Shut up and kiss me." I pull him back into me.

His hands roam underneath my sweater, feeling every square inch of bare skin, until he pulls it over my head. I swiftly unbutton his shirt nearly ripping it off him.

He kisses from my jaw, to my neck, down the valley of my breast before lightly sucking the skin on my left one.

"Are you sure you want this?" He rests his forehead against mine, peppering kisses against lips.

"More than anything, Regulus, I want all of you." I caress his face making him look at me.

He kisses me with such passion, such lust, such love. He takes off my bra, skirt and his pants with ease- sucking and biting lightly on my nipple. I groan in ecstasy as his hand rubs up my thigh resting just before the hem of my panties. His free hand twisting and pinching my opposite nipple, swirling his tongue perfectly around the other.

"Please." I sigh out.

"You have to speak up my love, tell me." He kisses down my stomach to the top of my pelvis.

"Please touch me Regulus." I whimper, he slides the fabric down my legs throwing it to the floor.

Wasting no time his tongue meets my clit and his hands spreading my legs wide open, he licks down my slit back to my clit sucking gently once in a while. My moans uncontrollable and my hands tangled in his hair, he inserts a finger into my throbbing and soaked opening.

"You're so wet for me, does it feel good baby?" He taunts.

I feel myself already reaching climax when suddenly he stops all movement. A whine leaves my throat and he smirks up at me.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" He bites down on his bottom lip hovering over me once again.

"Please don-don't start right now." I say out of breath.

I reach down to palm his massive erection, pre-cum soaking the fabric of his briefs. He lets out a low groan dropping his face to my neck.

"Seems like I'm not the only one." I tease.

I slide his boxers down and sit up pulling him to the edge of the bed, now in front of him I get on my knees kissing a trail up his thighs to the tip of his member. I lick a small strip lapping up his juices as his eyes watch me with full concentration.

"Merlin-" He moans out, taking a fist full of my hair guiding my mouth into him.

I bob up and down slowly to wet his length first, then picking up my pace I bring my hand to his shaft pumping and squeezing just enough. He bucks his hips into my mouth, fucking the back of my throat as I gag on the size of him. His whimpers and curses enough to make my own arousal drip down my thighs.

"Come here." He pulls me up laying me down on my back.

He teases my clit with his tip, then my folds, back to my clit all in one motion over and over. I lift my hips to try and make him enter my pulsating box.

"Don't be impatient kitten." He coos, finally inserting himself inch by inch.

I can't help but moan out at the feeling of him stretch me out.

"So fucking tight, fuck. I don't know if it'll fit." He gives a groan.

Once his complete length is in he pumps in and out of me slowly. Pain was the first sensation, then overwhelming pleasure peaked through.

"Look at you. Taking it like such a good girl." He moans out.

"R-Regulus harder." I whine gripping his hips.

He pounds into me harder but not faster, making sure I feel every inch of him pumping into my pussy. His cock hitting my g-spot every time, my legs twitch about as I dig my nails into his sides.

"Right there don't stop, fuck!" I almost scream. I can hear my own wetness as he pounds into me.

"It feels good? You like when I fuck you right there?" He moans leaving sloppy kisses on my neck.

"It feels s-so fucking good baby, so fucking good." I cry out letting myself be engulfed in the pleasure.

He picks up pace slightly, the repeated feeling of his length hitting my sweet spot brings me to the beginning of my climax. My walls tighten around him and my moans turn into screams of his name.

"That's right, cum for me pretty girl. Go on." He embraces me trying to maintain balance for his strokes.

"Fuck oh Merlin! I'm cumming!" I warn.

He brings a hand to toy with my clit and I'm sent flying over the edge. The ring of muscles around his cock spasm out of control, I grasp the sheets with so much force they come up from the sides, my legs shaking beyond belief. He continues thrusting himself in and out, playing with my clit, before a new sensation takes over me.

Overstimulated I feel even more wetness erupt from my pussy.

"Fuck you look so beautiful." He moans out, "Gonna cum." He grunts, his strokes now sloppy.

"Cum in me, please cum in me." I beg, he moans out my name over and over, my moans mixing with his, I feel him twitch inside of me. I felt complete knowing he filled me with his seed.

We lay there a moment to catch our breath, our bodies slippery with sweat, hearts racing.

He brings his lips to mine once more before pulling out, he clears my face of sweaty hair, still panting slightly.

"I love you, Y/n, more than anything in this world. I want you forever." He whispers gliding a thumb across my lips.

"And you'll have me forever Regulus, I promise you."

Je T’aime (T.C.)

Another request for the angel, @thestarsaregivenonceonly​ . This is sooo fluffy, but I think we all could use a bit of that right now. Hope you enjoy, doll 😘

(fluffy smut for the soul, jealousy)

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