Regulas black

*regulas walks in the house and storms into the kitchen were your cooking* Regulas:b**tch what’s for dinner? *you freeze scared then talk quietly* Y/n:grilled cheese *Regulas pokes his inner cheek with his tongue as if thinking, then pulls you into his arms* Regulas:if you ever let me talk to you like that, you better smack the sh**t out of me *you look up and tap his cheek as if slapping him* Regulas:I didn’t mean right now! *he looks at you like his face in the photo*