hair pulling - r.b x female!reader
Blurb: hair pulling. that's it
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: this is smut but not smut but still 18+
A/N: do i like this? no. do i like regulus and hair pulling? yes. i want to write but i have no inspiration.
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*i literally cannot find it but please refer to that scene where timothee chalamet pulls that girls hair in lady bird*
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The first time Regulus pulled her hair she was barely five years old. He was of similar age and their mothers were friends and they were no stranger to the occasional playdate.
And most times they got along, but like all children, sometimes neither of them knew how to deal with the big emotions they were feeling.
That was why, when she snatched the ball Regulus was playing with out of his hands and exclaimed it was her turn, the only way Regulus knew how to deal with the hot feeling rising up to his cheeks was by walking over to her and letting his thoughts take over.
He pulled her hair
He’d never pulled a girl’s hair before. His clammy palms wrapped around the loose ends swaying around her shoulder and he tugged until she let out a scream and then he immediately let go.
Of course, the mothers rushed out to console the red cheeked little girl and scold the shamed little boy and Regulus was forced to apologise. He felt bad. He really did. He didn’t mean to make her cry. He just wanted the ball back.
So Regulus learnt that day that pulling someone’s hair was wrong. And fortunately, they remained friends.
They were both sorted into Slytherin and they were both part of the same friend group. But everyone knew that their friendship was different to the bond they shared with everyone else in the group.
They were kids when the hair pulling accident happened, and honestly, neither of them had thought about it since.
Until their sixth year. She was sitting in the library with her friends, waiting for Regulus and Evan to make an appearance. It was a cold Saturday morning and she was so enthralled in the conversation she was having with the girl sitting next to her that she didn’t even notice Evan and Regulus walk in until Regulus walked behind her.
And pulled her hair.
It was tied up in a ponytail and he yanked it so her neck fell back, mainly due to the surprise of the movement. She let out a noise of shock as his nimble fingers wrapped around the soft strands and gave it a quick tug.
She squinted her eyes at him as she quickly undid her hair and combed through it with her fingers, putting it back in place after it had been messed up.
“You’re an ass,” she said, but Regulus only smirked at her in response, quickly changing the subject, but letting his eyes linger on her for a moment more before turning to Evan sitting next to him.
So it really was no wonder that the next year they started dating.
It was their last day at Hogwarts and they were sitting out by the Black Lake, trying to take everything in before it all became a fuzzy memory.
Regulus was sitting against a tree, his legs sprawled around the pretty girl sitting cross legged in front of him.
The rest of their friends were sprawled out under the shade of the tree, laughing and reminiscing, and promising that they would remain friends after they left the gates of Hogwarts.
There was a small lull in the conversation as their laughs died out and when Evan went to start it back up again with a random story from their third year, Regulus was overcome with the urge to kiss her.
So he pulled her hair.
He tugged at the roots so her head would fall back and hit his shoulder and before she could let out a noise of surprise, he brought his lips to hers.
She was uncomfortable, turning her neck to reach his soft lips, but she didn’t mind. Besides, this was one of the rare times their friends weren’t commenting on their PDA, so she took the opportunity to enjoy the kiss.
When Regulus slowly pulled away, she turned back around and ran her hands through her hair, putting it back in place.
“You could have just asked,” she grumbled so only Regulus could hear. But she had turned around and couldn’t see the stupid smirk he was wearing.
It wasn’t until they were both pushing nineteen though that Regulus pulled her hair and she enjoyed it.
Her arms were about to give way on the soft mattress as Regulus pushed his hips relentlessly inside of her. She buried her face into the thin sheet, letting out a low groan as her arms continued to shake even without the weight she was holding.
Regulus was grunting behind her, his pace steady before he let his thoughts take over and reached a hand out.
To pull her hair.
Before she could even think about it a low groan left her lips as she moaned out Regulus’ name. She could hear him chuckle from behind her.
It was only a gentle tug, but she squeezed around him when he stopped his movements to bring his head closer to hers, his hands still tugging tightly at the roots of her hair from the back of her head to bring her face closer to his.
“Don’t tell me my sweet girl likes it when I pull her hair?” He asked, making her whine at his condescending tone. He tsked. “Answer me, pretty girl.”
She paused before her mouth finally caught up to her brain and she answered his question. “I do,” she exclaimed, “I like it when you pull my hair.”
Regulus kissed the top of her forehead before letting her hair go gently and continuing his movements.
“Good girl.”
Now, Regulus’ hands were often found in her hair.
She liked when he played with ends or when he tried to braid it, and she liked when he tugged at it.
It was a few years into their relationship when they were getting ready for a party with their old friends from Hogwarts. Regulus had gone over to her house to get ready and when she came out wearing his favourite dress he found himself walking over to her.
“Do you like it?” She asked, her tone dripping in faux innocence.
“I think you already know the answer, my love.”
In a few quick strides Regulus was already standing in front of her. She knew what she was doing when she put this dress on which was why she didn't mind her nervous tick of swaying on the spot under Regulus’ intense gaze.
“You know what you’re doing,” Regulus pouted, making her giggle.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she shrugged.
“Do you really have to look this good all the time, darling? You know I don’t like people thinking they can have what’s mine.”
She rolled her eyes at his speech, but stood still in front of him. Mainly because she was forced to.
Regulus had pulled her hair.
She was forced to look up at him, her breath caught in her throat as she stared up into his grey eyes.
“Don’t be bratty,” he tsked, his long fingers entwined in her hair.
“What’s the fun in being good?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He laughed, his eyes squinting down at her, but his lips tugging upward in an amused nature.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
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My second piece for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang where I had the priviledge of collaborating with @lorifragolina and her lovely writing !
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The man stood near him, looking at him with a smile. He was more or less as tall as him, but for some reason Steve felt uneasy in front of him. He sat up and looked at the man in return, speechless and bewitched. “You…” he heard himself whispering to the stranger. The air seemed still and he feared breathing.
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Steve nodded. He couldn't trust his own voice. “You scared me,” continued the other sweetly. Steve blinked, and the man got nearer and sat at his side.
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