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It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You)
Pairing: Xavier Thorpe X fem!Reader
Summary: You visit Xavier in his art studio one evening.
Warnings: Mentions of Xavier’s nightmares, reader is a little clingy, reader accidentally startles Xavier, crying
Prompts Used: “Whenever I look into your eyes I feel as if you are putting me back together again. Piece by piece.” “You’re mine, all mine.” “You could take away all of my senses and I’d still find you.”
Word Count: 1.1k
a/n: i hope you like this! also for a bit of context, one of my headcanons for xavier is that he’d be a fan of the 1975.
Earlier in the evening you had received a text from Xavier that simply read: I’m in my studio if you need me. And you had started to miss him a bit even though you had just seen him a few hours ago.
So here you were, standing alone outside of his art studio at nearly 6pm. You smiled to yourself then walked in, the reminder of how Xavier had told you that you didn’t need to knock when you came here going through your mind.
You walked in to see him incredibly focused on another painting of the monster he had been seeing quite often in his nightmares, music by The 1975 quietly playing on his phone. In fact, he was so focused to the point where he hadn’t even noticed that you were now standing in his studio.
You wanted to help him destress a little bit, so you thought you’d get him to take a break from his art by comforting him and getting his mind off of that monster.
You slowly walked up behind him and placed one of your hands on his right shoulder, causing him to jump in his seat and set down the paintbrush that had been in his hand.
“It’s just me.” you told him while you placed your other hand on his other shoulder, assuring him that you were not the monster that had been clouding his mind.
He let out a relieved sigh at the sound of your voice then leaned over a little to pause the music he had been playing. He then turned around on his stool to face you, his eyes still a bit wide.
But that shocked look quickly went away once he tipped his head up and let his eyes meet yours, instantly feeling a sense of comfort. You always made him feel safe and he was more than happy to have you here, not wanting to deal with the feelings these nightmares caused on his own.
Not wanting to say anything to you quite yet, he then wrapped his long arms around your waist and started to bury his face in your sternum. He felt truly at peace as you wrapped your own arms around him and held him close to your body.
And just a few minutes later when he was ready to speak, he tipped his head up again and began to softly press his chin into your stomach while he looked up at you.
“Whenever I look into your eyes I feel as if you are putting me back together again. Piece by piece.” he admitted while he began to hold you as tightly as he possibly could in this position.
The sound of those sweet words falling from his lips causing a soft smile to appear on your face. It made you happy to know that you are actually able to make him feel okay again whenever he’s feeling horrible.
You then leaned down and pressed a light kiss to his lips, prompting Xavier to join you on his feet and kiss you back so that you wouldn’t have to lean down to reach him. His hands were now holding your face and your face was tipped up towards his.
And after a few more kisses, Xavier mentally decided that he had a few more things he wanted to say to you, “I love you more than you’ll ever know, pretty girl. You could take away all of my senses and I’d still find you. Truly.” he made known to you, his eyes never leaving your own, not even for a second.
This time, his words caused a sad smile to appear on your face. You knew you meant a lot to him, but you didn’t know that you meant that much. But you had to admit, it felt good to be loved in this way by him.
“I love you too.” you replied, desperately trying to hold your tears back but you gave up and let them flow just a few seconds later.
Xavier wiped your tears away almost immediately then bent down and hooked his large hands under your thighs so that he could pick you up. He wanted to hold you as close to his body as he could like you had been doing with him not too long ago.
You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around the back of his neck, silently enjoying the feeling of being so close to him as if your souls were intertwined.
His bent his head down a little once again to lean his head against your own, his soft lips resting against one of your temples.
He pressed a kiss there then spoke again, “You’re mine, all mine.” he murmured against your skin, now starting to slowly sway your bodies together as one.
You smiled the feeling of what he had just done and now felt the need to do some reminding of your own, “I’ll always be here for you, Xavier. No matter what happens, I’ll always be by your side.” you told him, feeling his hold on your thighs tighten a little bit.
You felt his tears start to slide down your cheek, signaling to you that you had accidentally made him cry by reminding him that you would always be there for him. You then tapped his back twice, your way of telling him that it was okay to wrap his arms around your ribs again.
And once his arms had shifted up to your ribs, you started to rub soothing circles into his back with all of your fingers on your dominant hand, “I got you, pretty boy.” you told him, pausing for a moment to press a kiss to his damp cheek, “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe, let your mind relax for a little while. Okay?” you said, earning a nod from him in response.
“Okay.” he mumbled as you then started to pull away from him a little.
You stared his face for a moment then started to press kisses all over his face, not caring if his tears got on your lips or not. You continued this for a few more moments and didn’t stop until you heard him laugh.
You then pulled away and looked at his face once more, happy to see a smile on his face, “There’s my pretty boy.” you said as another smile rolled out across your face, making Xavier blush.
Xavier stared at your face for a moment like you had done then pressed a bruising kiss to your lips, “I love you, so much.” he told you once his lips left yours, pure sincerity in his green eyes.
You tilted your head at him, the smile on your face now soft, “I love you more.” you replied.
“Not possible.” he said before he then lovingly rubbed his nose against your own, causing a fluttery feeling to appear in your stomach.
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𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛
pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector
wc: 0.5k
cw: cunnilingus, subby!steven, switch!reader, dom!marc, a lil degredation and a lil bondage
note: wrote this in like 10 minutes. it isn't proofread lmao
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"are you sure about this, love? i don't want to hurt you," steven looked up at you nervously from between your legs. you sat up and ran your fingers through his dark locks, causing him to lean into your touch. "you could never hurt me, darling,"
"i've just never done this before-" he gulped, eyes locking on your cunt, and you could've sworn he was starting to drool. "I know, bub, but you're gonna make me feel so good, alright?" you took his chin in your hand, and made him look at you with those stunning puppy dog eyes of his.
he nodded and leaned forward, licking a long strip up your pussy. your head fell back, and you heard him groan.
"fuck, lovey, you taste amazing," he whined before diving back in, licking and sucking at your cunt like he was a man starved. given that he'd never eaten anyone out before, it wasn't the best you'd had, but it was a special moment between the two of you. or so you thought.
steven had worshipping you, reveling in the taste of you, for quite some time, but he couldn't seem to get you to go over the edge. you didn't blame him, but you still wanted to see your cum dripping off his face.
you took his hair and started grinding down on his nose, making it rub against your clit. you moaned breathily, and continued your ministrations, despite some grunts of protest from the brit between your legs. you just needed to cum.
all of a sudden, you felt his tongue inside you. it wasn't moving like before, this felt more practiced, more euphoric. you looked down to see dark eyes staring at you, a cocky air now coming from the man devouring you. "didn't think i was just gonna watch from the sidelines, now did you, princess?" marc spector growled, the bottom half of his face slick with your juices.
you whimpered, knowing you were in for it. since steven had gotten you to the edge, you were especially sensitive in marc's hands. the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter as marc fucked you with his tongue and played with your clit with his fingers.
"close!" you squeaked out when marc curled his fingers inside you and sucked on your clit. "oh yea? pretty baby's gonna cum all over me?" he mocked your pathetic whines and faked a pout when he looked up at you. "i don't think so."
he flipped you over so you had your head in the pillows, and your ass up. "seems lil ol' stevie has some tricks up his sleeve after all," you heard him say from behind you. you turned to look at what he was doing, but ended up having your face shoved back down into the pillows. "head down, baby, come on now."
you whimpered, but obeyed nonetheless. your questions were answered when you felt an ankle restraint being fastened on you, and you couldn't help but get all the more excited.
"alright then, princess, since steven got his way with you before, i guess it's my turn now, right? 's only fair."
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viii. the reason
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summary: ra's al ghul offers the reader a deal to leave the league so she has to decide what's more important: her love or her life.
pairing: jason todd x assassin!reader
warnings: angsty?
word count: 599
The moment Jason started moving in his bed, the sun prickling at his eyes from the slit left between the curtains, she left. She had waited for him to wake up, for him to be alright, but she couldn't afford to be found there when he would have woken up. It would have been all too much.
So she climbed out of the window, but the air felt wrong, electric.
"So that's the reason," says Ra's from behind her, moving towards her. "I didn't think you could stoop so low, Y/n."
She didn't answer, turning to look at him, not in his eyes.
He circled around her, giving his back to her to watch the sun rise. "I have another job for you," he started mindlessly. "Kill the Red Hood."
Her eyes went wide, lifting to look at the back of his head.
"Yes, you heard that right," he continued. "I don't like when people like him get in the way of my business."
"He isn't a problem," she stated, putting herself beside him, just a step back. "He won't be a problem."
"I know, because you will kill him, my little blade."
She gulped. She had never opposed herself to the Head of the Demon's orders, however brutal. She had never once voiced her opinion, gone against him. But the impulse had always been there, and maybe because she hadn't slept or perhaps because she had almost seen him die, she decided it was time to try. "No."
He turned towards her, and this time she held his gaze, hands still wound together behind her back. "I think I misunderstood you, you will kill the Red Hood."
"No, you heard correctly," she spat, all the confidence she had ever had pouring into her words. "I won't do that. The league purifies the world from evil, he isn't a problem."
"And who are you to decide who is and who isn't?" Boomed Ra's over her, his voice disrupting the peace of the morning. "You answer to me, the league answers to me."
"Then maybe i don't want to be part of it any longer," she admitted in a moment of complete, foolish honesty.
"Careful, Y/n," he warned, voice dropping an octave or lower. He had always been scary, but she had never seen just how much. "No one leaves the league. You will kill him, that's your mission. Complete it, or die."
He moved to go away but she raised her voice, rushed, quick, scared. "A duel."
He turned around again, face etched into a scowl.
"A duel," she repeated more calmly. "Give me the chance to leave the league."
He smiled at that, wicked and ominous and absolutely terrifying. "Don't be rushed, Y/n, you can't win against me."
She knew, she knew she would have never been able to beat the man who had taught her everything she knew. But she couldn't kill the man that had taught her everything Ra's had never been able to give her: affection, friendship, love.
"You've always been my favorite, Y/n," he began, the smile never leaving him. He brought a hand to her cheek, cold and rough. The gesture of a father that had none of the fatherly love it should have had. "I offer you a choice: bring me the body of the Red Hood at dawn and i will let you live. Don't, and you'll go up against me. And you won't win."
She stared straight into his green devilish eyes and nodded, bowing her head. When she lifted it back again, he was gone.
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SUMMARY ➠ sirius fingers you in front of a mirror
WARNINGS ➠ fingering, squirting, innocence kink, daddy kink, dacryphillia, mirror kink (?), praise, humiliation, begging, overstimulation
WORD COUNT ➠ 714
A/N ➠ its 1am and im super bored & horny so here’s a lil blurb that it’s probably super bad <3
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“you think you can take one more for daddy, sweet thing?” purred sirius in your ear, his teeth grazing the shell of your hear as you heaved a squeaky yes in response.
the pad of his fingers lightly soothed the pulse in your swollen mound, a small mewl already slipping past your lips at the smallest bit of attention in your most sensitive part.
he shushed you with three quick slaps to your puffy folds, that had you gasping as you tried your best to refrain your hips from bucking up, all to prove to your daddy that you were his good girl.
you craved the praise, more than anything. and sirius knew, he could tell by the way you peered up at him, batting your lashes through the mirror as your jaw dropped slightly when two thick digits slid inside your overused cunt.
after three back to back orgasms your body was more than sensitized to any sultry touch.
“what’s wrong my pretty girl, your small cunt just can’t take anymore, huh?” he teased, a mocking pout adorning his face as you blinked back tears, embarrassment creeping up to the apple of your cheeks as the squelching sounds beneath you grew louder with every thrust of his fingers.
“you fucking answer me when i talk to you”
his movements were no longer sweet and praiseful, they were aggressive and unapologetic.
“sorry— sorry! didn’t mean to daddy, please” you sobbed, gripping his forearm in a weak attempt to stop his brutal ministrations to your delicate pussy.
“daddy’s fingers just make you go braindead, yeah? but you love it when i play with your little button” he tutted, eyes gleaming with amusement as you whined in protest at the humiliation.
yet the painful curl of his fingers against your g-spot did nothing but push you closer to the edge, and sirius’ chest swelled with pride as he felt you contract around his fingers, silently warning him of your approaching orgasm
daddy’s and pleas fell out of your lips like a chant, making sirius’ very prominent boner harden even more at the sight and hearing of your responsiveness.
your head lolled back onto his shoulder, and his free hand roughly planted itself to your face, holding your jaw still so your eyes stayed locked to the mirror. “i want you to watch yourself, watch how you take my fingers in this tight little cunt while you fucking beg me to cum”
“daddy it’s too much— i can’t hold it anymore” you cried out, eyes squeezing shut and toes curling as the electrifying sensation spread through your nerves.
“beg for it, pet. you know the rules” he spat, thumb flicking over your clit.
a small sob wracked through you, tears streaming down your face; “please daddy, i just want to be your good girl” you babbled, thighs shaking in anticipation.
“you can do better than that, bunny” he cocked his head to the side.
“i need you to let me cum, daddy, please— feels too good and it hurts”
sirius himself couldn’t deny you anymore, if you kept on speaking to him like that, he might even cum on the spot.
“that’s a good girl, cum all over daddy’s fingers, baby” cooed sirius, not slowing his fingers once as you unraveled in front of him, eyes rolling into the back of your head, nails leaving crescent moons on his arms and mouth agape.
“oh my fucking god” he groaned, blood rushing to his grith as he eyed your dripping cunt squirting right in front of him.
sirius stayed fucking you with his fingers through your high, connecting his eyes with yours through the reflection once again when you managed to get ahold of your sight that had clouded with small black dots.
“look at what you did baby” he spoke, softness lacing his tone as he slipped his dampened fingers out, making a path with them to palm at your tits. “made a mess all over daddy’s lap”
indeed you did, both sets of thighs were completely drenched with your juices, as well as the sheet bellow you.
“‘m sorry daddy” you whimpered, fearing he would be mad at you for ruining his bed-wear.
“it’s nothing to be sorry for, princess. want you to do that again all over my cock”
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Hello! I just had an idea
If you’re comfortable can you write something where it’s poly marauders x fem!reader and the reader doesn’t like degrading and they don’t know that and degrade her during sex and after she gets upset?
Absolutely love your writing btw!❤️❤️
cw: poly marauders x fem! reader, degradation, cursing, crying, piv sex, nipple play, reader has established safe word, angst
an: i wrote this really late last night just pretend it’s good
You were splayed out on your back with James by your head, Sirius between your legs, and Remus fondling your tits.
“Feels so good, puppy,” Sirius praised as he filled you up over and over again. Three pairs of hands were caressing your flesh, pleasuring you in ways you never thought possible. Remus rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, kissing around your sensitive bud. You could feel his hot breath tickling your soft skin. James’ touch was sickeningly sweet, stroking your cheek gently.
You could’ve sworn you were in another dimension, pleasure this good was too impossible. You had to be dreaming. You closed your eyes and allowed ecstasy to take over your entire body.
When out of nowhere, “Taking me so well, just like the dumb little slut you are.” Sirius grunted, his cock still disappearing inside your cunt. Your eyes flew open, “A w-what?” Your voice was drowned out by the sounds of skin slapping against skin and strained groans. Dumb? Slut? No, no, that wasn’t right. You waited for him to correct himself, but he never did.
Desperately, you carded your fingers through Remus’ hair, pulling him from your breast. “Rem, please, tell me I’m a good girl, tell me I’m your good girl.” You pleaded. He tsk’d, “No, puppy, that wouldn’t be very honest of me, now would it?” He gave you a look of fabricated sorrow, pouting mockingly.
Your mind was reeling. Did Sirius really think you were a slut? Did they all think that? Maybe the whole school did, you couldn’t tell through your bleary mindset.
“I-I’m sorry!” You choked out, breasts bouncing as Sirius continued pounding into you.
“Aw, that’s our pathetic whore.” James cooed, still caressing your features. You were so confused by the conflicting nature of his tone and the vile words that spilled from the usually sweet boy’s mouth. “Jamesie, you too?” Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, rolling down the sides of your face and into your hair.
“I’m gonna — fuck! — fill up this dirty pussy.” Sirius’ grip was harsh on your hip bones, suddenly all too crushing. “You’ve been so bad, mutt, been such a filthy girl.” Remus breathed against your skin, contributing to your quickly crumbling mindset.
Sirius stilled inside you, his balls nestled against your bum as he painted your womb with his spend. He rolled off of you, exhaling harshly in an attempt to catch his breath. Remus trailed a final line of sloppy kisses up to your clavicle, his spit glistening in the low light of his dorm. You pushed away from all three boys, sitting up on the mattress.
You needed to get away from them, too embarrassed and ashamed to remain in their presence any longer. Stumbling from James’ bed, you made a straight path towards the bathroom. You turned on the shower and slunk to the floor.
Your hands cupped your face as you began hiccuping into them. Your small tears crescendoed into violent sobs, and you silently hoped the shower was enough to dull the sounds of your wailing.
The flowing water did nothing to hide your sorrow. The boys could hear you through the thin door that separated you.
“I’ll go,” James said decidedly, as he was probably the boy with the most sensitive nature.
He rapped gently on the door, “Love? Can you let me in, please?” You knew you could either let him in, or he would unlock it himself with one simple word. Deciding you needed the control, you cracked the wooden door open, only one of your eyes becoming visible to him. He squeezed through the door with your permission.
“Jamesie,” you sniffled, wiping your tears away on your arm. He grabbed you by your upper arms, guiding you to sit on the toilet lid. He was kneeling quickly, hands finding familiar places on your cheeks. “What is it, my love?” You gave him a pitiful smile. “You guys don’t want me anymore,” your lips quivered. “Siri-Sirius said I’m a slut, and Rem said I was bad.” You broke down at the end of your sentence, slinking down to your knees in front of James. Your arms wrapped around his neck in search of comfort, despite deciding he didn’t love you.
“A-and you, you think I-I’m a p-pathet-ic whore!” You wailed into his bare chest, snot and tears smearing onto his skin. “No, angel, you’ve got it all wrong, promise.” He rubbed small circles onto your back, shushing you softly. “Want me t’go get them?” You didn’t answer, but James wasn’t looking for one, anyway. He slipped out of your grasp to lean out of the bathroom, “Boys, in here, now! And bring her some clothes for Merlin’s sake.”
Sirius and Remus appeared seconds later, Sirius with two shirts in hand. “Want yours or mine, puppy?” You pointed to his shirt, and he helped it over your mussed tresses. “There we go, poppet. All better.” Remus said softly, sinking to the ground where you sat. “Sit on my lap?” Remus patted his thighs and you crawled to him. “Y-you think I’m ba-ad.”
“No,” Remus frowned. “Didn’t mean that, you’re our perfect girl, hm?”
Sirius hummed in agreement, turning off the running shower. He smoothed your damp hair from your face, sighing. “Am I a good girl now, Si?” You whimpered. He scooped you from the tile, forearms supporting your bum as your legs wrapped around his waist.
“You’re always a good girl, you see. The things we were saying- we didn’t mean them. It was supposed to make you feel good.”
“Didn’t like it, Si.” You spoke into his neck.
“Sh, sh, we know that now. It’ll never happen again, yeah?” You nodded, his bare shoulder cold against your cheek. “You’re cold,” you muttered, and Sirius smiled.
“C’mon, precious girl, let’s get you to bed.” Remus was behind you now with a hand placed on your lower back.
“Who d’you want to sleep with, sweetheart.” Remus’ voice was low and sweet, soothing your every worry.
“Jamesie,” you were tired, and it reflected in your tone, barely loud enough for Sirius to hear.
James gave a cocky grin to Remus behind your back, knowing he’d have bragging rights for the next few days, and he hauled you off to bed.
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show me // rw x reader
words: 1.5k
warnings: smut, innocence kink, corruption kink, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, fingering (f receiving)
a/n: maybe multi part if it doesn’t flop idk
to ron you were perfect. the picture of innocence. and everytime he looked at you… all he wanted was to have you on your knees for him, choking around his cock as he filled your throat and painted your body with his seed.
he felt bad for these thoughts, of course. you were innocent. you stopped in the middle of hogsmeade to look at the flowers. you helped people with their homework. the entire school had deigned you ‘the y/h princess’ for how perfectly innocent you were. wide, doe-like eyes, a pretty smile, and a seemingly permanent blush painted across your cheeks.
ron was your potions partner—and your crush for three years—and when you came to potions in the tight shirt and short skirt, he snapped. the skirt fell just below the curve of your bum, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and the shirt showed just enough cleavage. you didn’t do it on purpose, of course… you hadn’t had anymore clean uniforms, forcing you to pull on your one from fifth year. it still fit, but your body had grown and curves accentuated since two years ago. when ron laid his eyes upon you, his pants tightened considerably around his crotch.
“hi ronnie,” you smiled as you sat beside him.
“hi dove,” you blushed at the nickname, a swarm of butterflies erupting in your tummy. he’d called you dove for as long as you can remember, but it never failed to make you swoon.
“hey ln! i dropped something, could you pick it up for me?” draco snarked behind you. ron turned to glare at the two slytherin boys as you reached for the book draco had dropped.
“he can get it himself dovey, he’s got hands,” ron snarled as he fixed the smirking boys with a hard glare. you just shrugged and returned to taking your notes.
all day continued on like this. boys throwing remarks at you and you were clueless as to what they meant. as you were walking by ron’s side out to the courtyard, mclaggen called “hey ln, mind if i take a turn after weasley there? i’ll let you tickle my pickle for a nickel!” teasingly across the hall.
you looked up at ron with slightly furrowed brows. “wha’s he talkin about ronnie?” you asked innocently.
“you really don’t know, do you dovey?” ron asked as he looked down at you, sympathetically. you shook your head as a pout crossed your features. ron offered you a small smile as he pushed your hair away from your face. “your skirts really short today, dove. he’s asking you to do something sexual for him,” ron informed you.
your eyes practically tripled in size. “didn’t know! promise i didn’t. didn’t have any clean uniforms. had to use one from fifth year,” your pout deepened.
“i know you didn’t, dove,” ron kissed your head gently. “mclaggen’s a jerk.”
“is that what everyone’s meant today? they want to do something sexual to me?” you asked and he nodded. “do… do you?” you asked shyly.
ron blushed slightly at the question. “do i want to do something sexual to you?” he asked and you nodded. “i respect you enough to not do anything, dove.” he kissed your nose.
“but have you ever… thought about it?” you asked.
“once or twice,” he answered casually.
“show me…” you whispered so lowly that ron almost didn’t hear you.
“what?” he gulped.
“show me… what you thought about doing,” as you looked up for him, asking him to do something dirty so casually, you were still the perfect picture of innocence. ron closed his eyes tightly and inwardly groaned as he thought about all the things he could do to you.
“are you sure dove?” he asked.
“positive ronnie. want it. please,” you told him. he took your hand gently and lead you up to his dorm. once he closed the door, he kissed you softly.
“gonna go slow, dove. don’t wanna do too much for your first time, okay?” you hummed softly as he returned his lips to your’s and kissed you dumb. “lay on the bed f’me,” you did as you were told and stared up at him.
he pulled the rings off his fingers and set them in your hand. “hold these f’me, yeah dove? keep ‘em safe.” you nodded and closed your hand around the silver circles in your palm as he kissed down your neck. he slowly unbuttoned your shirt as he continued to kiss down your body gently.
“gonna eat your pretty pussy, that okay dove?” he checked for your consent and you nodded. “words please,” he spoke gently.
“yes ron,” you murmured softly. “that’s okay,” you whispered softly.
he smirked as he pulled your panties up and found your cunt already slick with arousal. he left open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. you let soft moans escape your mouth as you closed your eyes. “has anyone ever touched you here, dove?” he asked, breath fanning over your clit.
“no,” you shook your head, whimpering softly as he left a small, open-mouthed kiss on your clit.
“have you ever touched yourself?” just the question made you blush and he smirked. chest swelling with pride at the fact that he got to be the first person to make you feel good. he reached up his hand and intertwined your fingers. “hold my hand, dove. gonna make you feel so good.” you nodded and squeezed his hand gently, moaning softly as you felt his tongue lick a stripe over your cunt.
once ron got his first taste, he ate you like a starved man. he moaned at the taste as he licked fervently at your cunt, reducing you to a moaning mess above him. you gasped and shuddered as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently. “please…” you whimpered. “p-please,” you repeated, not even sure what you were begging for at this point.
but somehow, ron knew exactly what you needed. he reached his free hand up and slowly circled your opening with his middle finger. you moaned loudly as he pushed his finger through the ring of muscles and began thrusting slowly. “more… please more,” you whimpered. he pushed in a second finger and curved them, causing you to moan again and buck your hips.
“gotta stay still for me dove,” ron whispered softly, before returning to eating your cunt like a wild animal.
“ronnie… ronnie my tummy feels weird,” you whimpered softly.
“gonna cum dovey. let it go,” he whispered. “cum on my tongue dove, wanna taste you.” you did as he said, feeling all of your muscles relax as your back careened off the mattress and you repeated please and whimpers mixed in with his name.
ron pulled his mouth away from your clit, using his fingers to fuck you through your first ever orgasm as his eyes locked on you. somehow, even stuffed full with his fingers you looked so… innocent. he pulled his fingers from you and sucked them clean before diving back in, cleaning you up.
you shrieked at the overstimulation as you squeezed his hand and bucked into his mouth. he fucked you with his tongue and circled your clit, latching his mouth to your cunt and sucking softly. ron was a god with his mouth, there was no denying that. it was mere minutes before he felt you cumming in his mouth again. you whimpered softly as he continued his soft licks up your slit to bring you down.
he placed one last open-mouthed kiss to your clit before kneeling up on the bed. “precious,” he whispered as he stared down at you. eyes blown, lips bitten red and swollen, cunt still slick with your own cum and arousal, chest rapidly rising and falling, and hair a mess. you smiled dazedly up at him as you squeezed his hand again.
“thank you ronnie,” you murmured softly.
“of course, dovie,” he smiled.
“wha’s that?” you asked as you pointed to the tent in his pants.
“i’ll teach you another time, yeah dove? let’s get you in the bath, okay?” you nodded, too tired to argue as he lifted your limp body in his arms and walked you into the bathroom. he set you on the porcelain bowl and allowed you to go as he readied your bath.
he was gently in cleaning you up, mindful of all your sensitive spots. once he was all done, he put you in a pair of his boxers and his quidditch sweatshirt, allowing you to curl into his chest and play with his fingers as you came down. “ronnie?” you asked softly.
“yes dove?” he asked.
“does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?” you asked him.
“if you want me to be,” he smiled at you. you nodded with a small smiled as you looked up at him. he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against your’s. “go to sleep dove, i’ll be right here, okay?”
“okay,” you whispered, allowing your exhaustion to overcome you.
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a disaster waiting to happen // j.p.
word count: 0.4k
warnings: angst, mentions of being heartbroken, tears, vent fic, falling in love, modern au.
a/n: inspired by this
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your eyes felt heavy, your head rested on top of your pillow. midnight had already passed a few hours ago, you yawned slowly, your energy slowly drifting away with every breath.
the sound of the soft rain calming you down, you held your blanket close to you, the soft material covering your figure.
you rubbed your tired eyes, furrowing your brows as your heard the soft beeping that was coming from your phone. your eyes landed on the vibrating device, smiling softly as you figure that the person who was calling from the other end was james.
you blinked the sleep from your eyes as you picked up the small device, you answered his call with worry.
the only people actually up this late are either heartbroken or in love.
“hey,” his voice broke “can you talk?” he asked lowly. you could detect the sadness in his voice immediately, he was heartbroken.
he spoke for hours and hours, trusting you with every word that was spilling out of his mouth. he knew it was okay to tell you, it was always okay when it came to you.
you could feel your tears leave your waterline as you heard james’ sweet voice. the comfort you gave him was incomparable, the kind words you gave him every time he would pour his heart out to you, and only you.
the rain had stopped, you noticed. your closed your eyes slowly, wishing james could be here with you. imagining that his voice was him, right besides you.
minutes fly by, the two of you were left with tears and shaky voices by the end. he deserved better, he really did.
by five in the morning, he was already fast asleep, soft snores could be heard from the other end. with one last year dropped you whispered “goodnight, james” softly. though he couldn’t hear you, your couldn’t help but wish him a very good night sleep. he needed it after all.
you took a deep breath and hung up the phone. you stared helplessly at your ceiling, your mind going a million miles an hour, but at the same time your brain felt numb.
the thoughts of the tall, gryffindor boy came right to your mind, filling your brain with his handsome features.
while he was sleeping, you stayed awake, you rubbed your face trying to bring back the tiredness, but it was no use, at all.
this only people up this late are either heartbroken or in love.
and you were helplessly in love with your best friend, james. your fingers twitched, all the right and wrong emotions hitting you at once.
your throat tightened as tears built up in your eyes once again, something inside you moved. perhaps it was butterflies, or something deeper than just some stupid folktale.
you were in love with the boy that was heartbroken.
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we were both young when I first saw you || f.w.
Fred Weasley x fem slytherin!reader
"you burn me away until there is nothing left for you to hold."
Wordcount: 986
A/N: Shakespeare wishes he was me 😩🙏 this is a joke I'm very sorry. But uhhh, I wrote this cause I was feeling sad and it's not great but whatever 🤸♀️ title has no real correlation to the fic, it's just there because of Taylor's new album hehe.
Warnings: mediocre writing, angst but really bad, self destructive fred (only shown in relationship context), maybe a wee bit toxic </3 no happy ending
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It wasn't that Fred had never noticed her.
On the contrary, it was rather hard not to.
She was always there, at the center of every class discussion, the embodiment of angelic grace in the eyes of their peers. Gazes followed her wherever she went and he would be lying if he said he was an exception.
The difference was that she noticed him back.
Moments in which they lingered on the outskirts of their circles, though far and few in between, existed. Quick darting glances and the brush of fingers as they passed in the halls were the extents of their interactions, neither daring to cross the perpetual divide between them.
In his eyes, the chasm of difference was unbridgeable. They were separated by opposing forces and as time passed, the abyss became endless in their polarity.
While she wore green, he wore red, the colours contrasting against each other in the segregated rows of classrooms.
While her robes were brand new and tailored, his had already been worn by all three of his older brothers.
While she sat serenely, he fidgeted, never feeling content in the stilted quiet.
She was creation, a paragon of life, flouncing from experience to experience, friendship to friendship.
He was ruination, determined to live a life of destruction, leaving chaos in his wake so long as it brought him laughter.
Cautious, calculating.
Callous, carefree.
But what was more temptatious than the impossible?
So the flitting gazes persisted. Brushing hands became the briefest linking of pinkies, palms meeting in the smooth press of a palmer's kiss as they passed. In their prolonged touches, their world of difference closed, the rift seemingly gapped.
Secret passageways became the center stage for whatever it was they shared; the scraps of feeling and sweet nothings exchanged under dim candlelight and damp corridors.
It wasn't much but it was enough.
And to her, it was everything.
How cruel of the universe to so fervently push two souls together only to rip them apart as fast as they came.
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A life of hardship and struggle had not allowed him to grow accustomed to nice things. Fred resented things he didn't have and when he did have them, he did not understand how to look after them.
Some things were meant to be handled with care, and in the aftermath of their heated touch, a purgatory free of sin, he would forget that she was not another thing for him to break.
"You didn't think I was taking you to the Yule Ball did you?" he snorted, aiming his gaze to the low stone ceiling of their passageway, perhaps subconsciously avoiding the look of hope that had adorned her face. One of which had crumpled at his harsh tone just now.
His palms grew clammy and he sensed her shifting away from him. He snuck a glance down at her and felt a pang deep within his chest at the sight of her slowly folding into herself.
"Yeah no, it was uhm- just an idea," she responded, lip pursed, her voice whittling down to a trace of a whisper.
"I was actually thinking of asking Angelina. Johnson? You know her right?" he continued. He wasn't sure what compelled him to say this. He hadn't been thinking of asking Johnson.
In fact, for the last week, he had thought of nothing but what it would be like to dance with her under the night sky. Of how the moonlight would reflect off her silky skin. So why was he twisting the knife in her heart further?
She had been the one that had taken the first jump across their chasmic divide. Despite the lion crest adorning his jumper and the snake on hers, he had been the coward. His bravery was nowhere to be found when it came to the unknown.
She knew that she wanted him.
All he knew was fire and his innate ability in burning away the beauty around him, bit by bit until nothing remained but ash.
She didn't return the next night.
Or the next after that.
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"Look I said I was sorry, I don't know what more you want me to say" Fred exclaimed, exasperated.
She refused to meet his gaze, her face flushed in frustration and he swore he caught a glimpse of tears in her eyes. He faltered.
She had returned to the drafty hall after a week. A week in which he continued to show up, waiting in hopes that she would come back and they could resume whatever semblance of a relationship they had shared.
Pride and dignity be damned, he was ready to grovel at her feet. When the time came, however, he was left stuttering, unsure. The unknown loomed over him, awash with uncertainty and insecurity.
He had made her cry.
In the midst of this realization, she mumbled something, though it was lost to the buzz in his ear as he witnessed himself destroyed yet another perfectly good thing.
"W-what?" he mumbled, dazed.
"I asked why you're ashamed of me," she said, louder this time.
For the first time tonight, under the heavy cloak of shadow in their corridor, she looked him in the eye. Her lip was quivering, eyes shining with unshed tears, though her voice remained clear.
Creation, clarity, control. She was the very essence of everything he was not and would never be.
He will never be enough for her.
Taking his silence as an answer, she turned away from him for the last time.
He will never be able to stop hurting her.
Suddenly the bridge across their divide crumpled and he watched her crumble with it, the ashes of their time together blowing away in the wind as she stepped forward.
He will never be able to cross the rift between them again.
His answer to her question died away on his tongue.
"It's me that you should be ashamed of."
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Bedtime
Bucky Barnes x reader
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Summary: Bucky finds you in the lab at 4am and makes you go to bed.
Word Count: 553
Warnings: none, just fluff :)
A/N: I just thought of this in the car and thought it would be nice to write.
“Ugh, what am I missing?” You ponder, looking at your calculations. “What am I doing wrong?”
You have spent countless nights down in the lab trying to figure out the solution to your problem. You would go to sleep extremely late and wake up even later the next day.
“(y/n), what are you doing up?” A deep voice echoes from the entrance to the lab. Of course you know who it is. It’s Bucky, your best friend, always checking on you.
“I’m working.” You say not looking up from your work. Silence fills the room as you turn to face him. “Are you okay?”
Bucky normally came to your room after a nightmare, probably why he came to the lab.
He nods not wanting to talk about why he’s awake, but you already knew why. He comes into the room, standing on the other end of the table. “It’s late, doll.”
“I know, but I just can’t figure this out. I’ve been trying to figure it out for weeks.” You say running your fingers through your hair, stressed out.
“You’ll figure it out soon, you always do.” Bucky walks over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders and rubs them gently.
Bucky was by far your biggest fan. He loved seeing you work in the lab. He’d often watch you in awe. But when your work got in the way of your sleep schedule he’d intervene.
You lean into his touch as he says, “It’s time for bed.”
“No, I can’t go to bed yet. I don’t have enough progress.” You reply jumping out his arms and walking to the other end of the table.
“(y/n).” Bucky folds his arms watching you, “do you know how late it is?” You glance at your watch, so you can answer him.
“It’s 4:32 in the morning.”
“Exactly. Now it’s time for the scientist to go to bed.”
You and Bucky stare at each other until you cave, “okay fine.” Bucky starts to close all your journals and put away your markers, careful not to misplace anything. He knows exactly how you like your things organized. You grab the rest of your research and put it on your desk neatly so you can find it in the morning.
Once you are finished tidying up, Bucky walks to the lab door opening it for you. You turn off the light and walk out of the lab. “You know if you keep this up I’m going to give you a bedtime.”
“And what time will that be?” You sassily reply back walking towards your rooms.
“I don’t know, just not 4 am.”
Wanting to push his buttons more you ask, “And what if I don’t like the bedtime?”
“I’ll just have to lock you in my room.”
“Oh wow I’m so scared.” You joke, waving your hands around in mock horror.
You made it your room as Bucky rolled his eyes. You pulled Bucky into your room knowing the reason he’s awake. “You can stay with me tonight.” He nods and gets on the side of the bed he normally lays on when he comes in the middle of the night.
You snuggle up against Bucky and lay your head on his chest. “I’m serious about you having a bedtime, doll.”
“I know, James.”
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fem!reader x sirius black
summary: sirius black didnt love you, or at least not as much as you loved him.
warnings: angst, cheating, illusions to smut, self indulgent asf, y/n being stupid.
word count: 0.8k
italics: flashbacks
a/n: im sad so i put it into words lol
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out of all of the seven billion people in the world, you managed to fall in love with him; the boy with long black hair who wore a stupid leather jacket.
the boy who’s smile lit up the room, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
the boy who would laugh so loud that entire common room would hear but nobody would complain, simply because his laugh was too beautiful to disrupt.
how could you give everything to someone and receive nothing in return, but in all honestly you were kind of okay with it. you were glad to love him even if he didn’t love you back.
he said he loved you, but his words meant nothing compared to the melancholic actions. although he would never technically cheat, flirting with other girls was just as bad.
“it meant nothing” he cradled your cheek in his hand as he reminded you while watching you sob about how he didn’t love you. it was pathetically vulnerable of you, you didn’t care though.
he leaned down, ear pressed against your chest, hearing you rapid heartbeat and placed a kiss under your collarbone. “there, all better” he smiled.
except that it wasn’t all better. with every suggestive look he gave another girl, every wink, every smile, your heart broke into another tiny piece. it wasn’t all better— he simply just put a bandaid over it.
it was a friday night, gryffindor had just won a quidditch game and james threw a party in the common room to celebrate. you had decided to skip out on it; it somehow felt better to stay up in your room while sirius flirted with girls opposed to having him doing in front of your eyes.
you laid in bed, wondering which girl he could’ve possibly been flirting with at the moment. maybe it was marlene, or that girl lucille from his potions class you once caught him winking at.
you decided to take your mind off of it by rereading little women. you searched through your books but you couldn’t seem to find it, then you remembered, you had lent it to remus.
they were all at the party so you decided to go up to the boys’ dorm and steal it back from remus.
as you left your dorm, you heard the piercing music and the smell of alcohol drifted up the toward the dormitories.
the music was so deafening that you couldn’t hear the moans coming from the boys’ dorm. you never believed it when people would say that their world came crashing down in seconds. it seemed impossible for so much to go wrong in so little time but alas here you were: eyes full of tears, shaking, and heart shattered— you felt the bandaid slip off.
neither of them even noticed that you had entered until the cup of firewhiskey near his bed exploded; your magic had a tendency of going haywire when feeling strong emotions.
the girl under him— lucille from potions— jumped and quickly covered herself with a blanket. sirius looked back to see you, the look in your eyes would be something he would never forget; it wasn’t shock, there wasn’t even a glimpse of it. it was pure disappointment and regret.
you weren’t even able to put into words on how upset you were with him, so you walked away. you turned your back on him— never wanting to see him and his stupid face again.
your vision was blurred with tears and your ears blocked out every noise that you didn’t hear sirius call out your name. you reached your dorm and slammed the door shut only for sirius to stop it with his foot.
“y/n, love, let me explain” he pleaded. his hair was messier than usual, his shirt was wrinkled and his pants weren’t even buttoned up.
“don’t love me!” you seethed at him as you sat on your bed; if you stood up for any longer you’d probably collapse— you’re mind was foggy with emotions
“i’m sorry, alright! i’m so sorry” he fell to his knees, taking your hand in his, “i’m a horrible boyfriend. i’m so sorry— it didn’t mean anything, i swear to you”
he placed kisses all over your hand. his eyes were glossy and his lips puffy; you could still see the pink lipstick on his face and the fresh hickeys on his neck. his hair was messy, she probably ran her hands through his hair as he thrusted into her, you wondered if he had scratches on his back, if she had hickeys all over her chest like he’d do you to you.
but most of all, you wondered if he was actually sorry. if it actually didn’t mean anything. but you didn’t really wonder, because you knew the answer.
he wasn’t sorry he did it, he was sorry he got caught. and it didn’t mean anything, because nothing meant anything to him. he never loved you— he never loved anybody; so what you did next surprised the both of you.
“it’s ok, sirius.” you moved a strand of hair that had been in front of his face, “i forgive you”
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What If I Don't Want You To?
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REQUESTED: "Hii! I saw that you wanted people to leave kaz requests in your asks so here I am! Could you do a ff in wich the reader is a part of the crows and she's really sarcastic and flirty (similar to jesper) and she constantly flirts with kaz, (he acts like it doesn't affect him but he secretly loves it) and one day she does something especially bold that makes him blush madly and they finally admit their feelings for each other (also a lot of teasing of the crows to kaz pls) thank you so much!"
SUMMARY: reader loves to tease kaz but is scared once she realizes she might have gone too far.
WARNINGS: a mention of blood but nothing graphic
WORD COUNT: 1422
Kaz was the most closed-off person you knew. He never revealed anything, wether it was his feelings or the details of a new plan, and it enraged you. That's why you took it upon yourself to see just how far you could push him.
Flirting with Kaz Brekker wasn't an easy task, nor was it rewarding but it sure was fun. The crows loved to see which new technique you would have used and what effect it would have had on Kaz. It was usually a simple glare; a snarky comment when you were lucky. Bets were made on his reactions and you soon became a part of it.
"What are we thinking today, Y/n?" started Jesper while walking you down to the club, "I'm betting on a smirk."
"A smirk?!" you asked surprised, "I'm not even sure Kaz can smile..."
"He can, i've seen him once. I thought i was dreaming but when i pointed it out, he glared at me. I knew it was real when he whacked me with his cane." stated Jesper, shivering at the memory. You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics. "Why do you do it, by the way?"
You took a moment to answer, suddenly serious again.
Truth was that all the innocent flirty comments you made −comments that started out as nothing more than a pastime− soon changed something in you. They were becoming truthful, and seeing Kaz answer with nothing but a dismissive comment was not easy. Trying to evoke feelings in him, inadvertently awoke feelings in you. Feelings for your boss that you shouldn't have had.
"Do i need a reason? It's fun, why do you talk to yourself in the mirror when you think no one's watching?" you retorted, raising eyebrows in genuine question.
"First of all, you shouldn't have seen that. Second of all, you should try it, you'd feel much better afterwards." he said simply and you tried restraining the smile that inevitably made its way on your face.
You entered the club which was, as always, in full swing. Several people were already ordering at the bar all kinds of alcohol while many others were betting all their possessions at the tables. Only the dregs knew that the real bets were being placed under the tables.
"Ten that he doesn't say anything." you heard someone whispering.
You were the newest of the dregs and of the crows, but you had already earned yourself a reputation.
"Twenty that he finally kicks her out." another voice from somewhere in the club.
That one made you shiver. Would he really reach a point where he would fire you? You were a useful member, you wouldn't have made it into the crows if you weren't, but were you too much? Would he eventually get tired of you?
You walked over to your usual table with Jesper to meet Inej. Kaz wasn't there yet and you were really thinking of ending it there, no more flirting, no more jokes. This was your job, nothing else.
"What do you have for us, boss?" asked Jesper as he saw Kaz approaching.
He looked as he always does: black refined clothes clinging to him in an assortment of sharp edges, making him look even more direful to new merchants. He looked dashing the way a raging sea at night is; frightening, yet enticing. And that was wrong, you reminded yourself.
"It was a dead end." he said, sitting down.
He was in a gloomy mood, certainly for the news, and even though you knew you would have let down the whole club, you couldn't help but think of the comment you had heard moments ago.
"Twenty that he finally kicks her out."
You loved working and simply being with the crows and the possibility of being kicked out was positively frightening.
But you couldn't simply stop. Everyone would have noticed something was off, he would have noticed. And then what? He would have known you liked him.
You had to do something big, something he couldn't simply ignore. You might have been out of the dregs for good, or maybe not.
Jesper kicked your shin under the table, making you focus back on the real word and motioning at all the dregs in the club, looking expectantly at you.
Kaz and Inej were now talking about something you weren't quite getting, their voices seemed distant as you tried to forget about everyone's eyes on you. You had made it a thousand times already, you could do it once more.
"So, what are we going to do now?" asked Jesper and Kaz leaned back in his chair.
"I have some other leads we can try, but we'll have to split up." he started, the prospect of new kruge in his pockets making him incredibly more cheerful, "Jesper, Inej heard something about a particularly pricey painting in east stave, she'll bring you there and you'll learn more about it. And Y/n," he began and you perked up.
It was your moment to say something and get it over with.
"We'll go to west stave, i need your help with a lead there."
"Oh, you need me?" you said, your tone excessively teasing.
"That's what i said, but i can ask Inej." he replied drily.
You hesitated but you were not one to back down, especially not in front of one of Kaz's passive aggressive comments.
"But then you wouldn't get to stare at me longingly while i work, would you?" you said, pouting slightly.
You could have expected a retort, a glare, a not-so-nice hand gesture, but not him storming out of the club.
The entirety of the dregs was dumbfounded, Jesper and Inej, who never participated in the bets but still knew about them, were agape. You were mortified.
"Maybe," began Inej, "You should go talk to him."
"And meet my demise?" you asked.
"There must be a reason why he stormed out-"
"Yes, that he would have liked to kill me but blood stains are tough to remove." Jesper laughed but you were quite serious.
You got up either way, you had to explain yourself to him, you owed him at least that, and got out.
You found him not so far from the club's entrance, leaning on the railing over the river. You approached him unsurely.
"Kaz." he didn't turn around, so you got closer to the railing and noticed that his face, even in the night with the palest light of the street lamps, was scarlet. "I'm- i'm sorry, i will stop."
He remained silent.
"That is if you still want me in the crows, if not i'll leave tonight obviously." he turned to you, usually-perfect hair now slightly tousled, face still red and unreadable.
"Why wouldn't i?" he asked.
"I'm always teasing you and i figured you hated that. I will stop."
"What if i don't want you to?" your head perked up and he turned back towards the horizon, but a smirk crept up on his face. He didn't bother hiding it.
"So you can smile?" he rolled his eyes.
"I don't like it when people point out things i obviously do, you should have noticed back there."
Heat rushed to your face and the smile he had plastered onto his face turned into a complacent one.
"It was real? You stare at me longingly?" you asked bewildered.
He looked at you once before turning to the horizon once more, "Obviously not."
But you could sense he was lying.
"Told you he could smile, Y/n!" shouted Jesper from behind you.
You both turned around to find Jesper and Inej surrounded by the dregs and a couple of other clients too, all jostling to get a better look of the scene.
"It'll be hard for him not to, i'm afraid." joined in Inej and you bit your lip to refrain the laughter. Kaz's annoyed expression didn't help you maintaining a straight face.
"I'm not paying you to stand here doing nothing, get back inside." he ordered.
Everyone turned back inside but Jesper and Inej.
"Boss, if Y/n now gets double, just know i'm great at flirting too." stated Jesper as Kaz made his way back to the club, you in tow.
He ignored him and whacked him with his cane. Again. Jesper had now yet another lovely cane story to add to his collection.
"You'll never let him forget it, won't you?" you whispered. Jesper looked at you like a child who had just entered candy land.
"Never."
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cw: neville longbottom x reader slight dumbification, vaginal sex, crying, slight fluff, 0.6k words
an: i feel like crying on neville’s cock rn so here you go also this is definitely not proofread
“Shh, flower, you’re doing so well, taking me so well.” Neville cooed from below you. “Look at you, my pretty girl.” To him, your whimpers and moans were a well composed symphony.
The muscles in your thighs burned as they strained against Neville’s hips. Your hands were digging into the pale flesh of his chest and your arms were like jelly. Hot tears streamed down your flushed cheeks and dripped onto his chest, rolling off of him and soaking into the sheets.
The first time he saw those small tears meet your cheeks while he was inside you he panicked. You tried to explain that those tears were tears of release, that they were good. That sometimes you got so stressed out, crying while you were stretched around him was the only remedy.
He now knew these tears were necessary. In any other situation, he would be at your side, coddling you through your plights. He knew you needed this cry in the most desperate way. These were tears of ecstasy, tears that only fell faster as he broke you open on his cock.
“Empty that pretty little head,” He watched you as you mewled with your eyes screwed shut. Desperate words rolled off of your tongue, despite you having no idea what you were saying. “That’s it.” You clenched around his cock, his words leaving you weak.
You reached a hand down to rub soft circles onto your stiff clit and you hummed as relief overtook you. “That’s a clever girl, hm?” Neville taunted as you toyed with your dripping folds. He planted his feet into the mattress, pounding into your tight cunt from below. Your tits bounced in hypnotizing circles and a trail of drool connected your lips and your jaw.
“That’s right, let me do all the hard work for you. You’re just a mindless little toy for me, yeah?.” His sickeningly sweet words were laced with strangled groans. You repeated him thoughtlessly, “toy, mhm, just for you.”
A mixture of tears and drool pooled onto your chest, leaving a glimmering sheen on your skin. Your breath hitched with every harsh thrust Neville gave you. You could barely muster enough brainpower to blink as he impaled you. “Feel good, angel?” He laughed, knowing you were in no state to be answering questions. All you could think about was the way your body jolted and abdomen tightened every time he plunged into you.
“C’mon, buttercup, let me have it.” Your brain felt fuzzy as wave after wave of release raptured your body. Your moans were shameful, pitiful. You hiccuped as you spasmed around him, hands going numb. The head of his cock abused your cervix as he let his eyes flutter closed and head roll back.
Your head dropped between your shoulders as he painted your womb with his spend. He let out a breathy grunt, hips stuttering as he hit your cervix one last time. You loved hearing Neville cum, he would get too lost in the feeling of your warmth to worry about how he sounded or looked. His groans would come out strangled and breathy as he let go, filling you up.
Your flushed chest rose and fell quickly as you rolled off of him. Still sniffling, you buried your face into his exposed torso, steady tears slowing. After catching his breath, he was aiding you immediately. Shushing and cooing, rubbing circles into your shoulder.
“Let’s get you nice and clean, yeah?” You nodded meekly into his chest and waited for him to scoop you up from the bed. He brought you to the bathroom where he wiped away the sweat, tears, and cum that painted your skin.
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words: 1.4k
warnings: smut, daddy kink, masturbation (m&f), use of a vibrator, degradation, dumbification if you squint, bondage, nipple play, clit slapping, slapping kink, edging, mean dom draco, sub reader, finger sucking
a/n: all acts are consensual. safe word is in place.
you were bored out of your mind, laying in draco’s dorm as you waited for him to come back. he was out, doing his prefect duties or in the library studying, or doing some other thing you didn’t bother to pick up on finding out before he left, leaving you with nothing but a kiss to your forehead. you had been needy all day, and the platinum blonde was very aware of this fact.
you had been tugging at his robes since breakfast this morning, whining and begging him to take you, even if it be into a broom closet. he left you with nothing more than a kiss to your head and, “patience, bunny. be good for me and wait,” which did absolutely nothing to sate the ache in your cunt.
when the day was finally over and the two of you walked up to his dorm, you were practically thanking all the gods that were listening that you could finally… finally get off. however, your boyfriend had other plans. just as you were ready to jump his bones and pull him into a kiss that left both of you breathless, he turned and pressed a light kiss to your forehead before giving you some half-assed excuse of where he had to be. leaving you in his dorm… alone, and aching for his cock.
you tried to be good, truly, you did. but you were just so wet. you had already soaked through your panties and the ache was beginning to crawl itself up through your cunt and settle itself in your lower abdomen. you couldn’t take it any longer. you pulled off your soaked panties and reached into the drawer of draco’s bedside table, pulling out the purple toy that was angled just right to hit your gspot and had an attachment that vibrated against your clit as well.
you wasted no time, lifting up your skirt so it laid across your tummy, turning on the toy, and plunging it deep inside yourself. you moaned out loud as you finally felt the relief you’d been waiting all day for. “fuck,” you whimpered as the tip of it hit against your gspot just right.
you were so close. almost there. just a few more thrusts of the toy and you would be toppling over the edge and hurtling into seventh heaven. if you could just—suddenly your pleasure was gone. your orgasm was ripped from you and you felt a strong grip on your wrist, causing you to gasp and move to cover yourself up. when your eyes landed upon your dominant, he didn’t even need to utter a word for you to know that you were in deep shit. his eyes told you all you needed to know. “sir…” you bit your lip, gulping nervously.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” draco spoke, tone icy.
“i-i… sir, i was j-“ you began to stutter.
“just being a needy little slut?” he finished for you, causing you to gulp again.
“i-i didn’t… i wasn’t… i just,” he cut you off with nothing but a harsh glare.
“speak properly or shut the fuck up,” he growled, causing you to nod. “needed to be filled up so bad, huh? just couldn’t be a good girl and wait for me,” he tutted as he pushed your shoulder back and crawled over you. “i was just about to come back and tell you how much of a good girl you’ve been, waiting for me. was gonna reward you by licking your cunt untill you fell apart all over my tongue and then i was gonna fuck you stupid with my cock. but needy sluts don’t get daddy’s cock, do they princess?”
“no…” you whimpered, causing him to swat harshly at your clit and look down at you, expectantly. “no sir,” you quickly corrected.
“no they don’t. what do needy sluts get, hmm?” he raised a brow.
“they get punished daddy,” you murmured bashfully.
“speak up,” he demanded, slapping your clit once more.
“they get punished, daddy,” you repeated a second time, louder than the first.
“good. so you haven’t gone completely dumb,” he hummed before pulling out his wand. “arms up,” you followed his instructions, putting your left wrist in your right hand. he pointed his wand at your hands and cast the binding charm, rendering you immobile and completely at his will. he ripped open your shirt and tore off your bra before he began an assault on your nipples, squeezing and twisting them untill the buds hardened between his fingers.
“daddy,” you whimpered, causing him to slap at your tit harshly.
“don’t wanna fucking hear you,” he grunted. “y’gonna lay there. and y’gonna take what i give you, do you understand me?” he asked you.
“yes, daddy,” you nodded nervously. that’s all he needed as he turned the toy on high and plunged it back into your cunt. you shrieked at the overstimulation and thrashed about the bed. draco removed himself from you before ridding himself of his clothes. he sat upon his haunches at the end of the bed and took his cock in his hand, squeezing gently. “wanna touch you daddy,” you whined as you watched him.
“needy sluts don’t get to touch,” he responded as he continued to stroke his cock, ignoring your whimpers and pleas.
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draco had made himself cum four times already as he watched you, helpless and at the mercy of the toy. the vibrator was still sat deep in your cunt, pressed right against your gspot as the attachment was pressed harshly against your clit. “cum,” you babbled incoherently, causing him to pull the toy away and steal your orgasm for the sixth time tonight, making you practically scream in frustration and he chuckled as he kissed your pout.
“what’s wrong, bunny?” he mocked as he stared down at you.
“i wanted to cum, daddy,” you whimpered. draco could tell you were losing your sense of self. he knew he needed to stop soon before you fell too deep, but he also knew you could take one more.
“oh bunny, want daddy to make you cum?” he cooed mockingly.
“please daddy, it hurts,” you blubbered as tears collected along your bottom lashes.
“where does it hurt, hmm? tell daddy,” through your hazy stupor, you couldn’t register that the man was mocking you.
“hurts in m’belly daddy. wanna cum, please. i’ll be good,” you sobbed out.
“one more for daddy, yeah?” he asked as he ran his cock up your slit. you shrieked as he plunged himself deep within your walls and set an unforgiving pace from the start. he gave you no time to adjust as he abused your gspot with the head of his cock.
“please,” you blabbered repeatedly. he set his tongue on your bottom lip and you sucked it between your lips, using it to sate you as his cock continued to abuse your cunt. he took your leg and threw it over his shoulder, allowing him to hit that much deeper. you let out a scream and nearly bit down on his thumb as he began to rub rough circles into your already swollen clit.
“gonna cum princess,” he grunted as his thrusts turned sloppy. “fuck,” he groaned loudly as he buried his cock deep inside you and painted your walls with rope after rope of his cum as his thumb continued it’s assault on your clit.
“daddy. daddy daddy daddy please please,” you begged as you arched into him.
“you wanna cum?” he teased with a smirk.
“yes. yes yes yes please. please almost there almost there,” you babbled. he smirked before pulling away and shaking his head as he tutted at you quietly.
“already told you. needy sluts don’t get to cum,” he told you as he pulled his cock out of your swollen, red cunt. you sobbed at the loss of contact as he released you from your binds.
the tears continued as draco lifted you from the bed and took you into the bathroom. he shushed you as he sat you on the toilet and made you go as he ran your bath. he put in your favorite bubbles and gently set you in, climbing in behind you. you sunk into his chest as he gently washed you of and whispered praises into your ear to bring you back to earth.
“dray?” you whispered softly as he finished dressing you in one of his shirts and a clean pair of panties. you were sat in between his legs as he brushed through your freshly shampooed and conditioned hair.
“yes bunny?” he whispered back as he laid down and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back soothingly.
“‘m sorry i broke your rules,” you murmured bashfully.
“‘s okay bunny, know you couldn’t help it. do you understand why i had to punish you?” he checked as his fingers dragged up and down your spine. you nodded with a hum of affirmation. “good. now go to bed, bunny. if you’re a good girl, i’ll make you cum before breakfast tomorrow, okay?” he pressed his lips to the crown of your head.
“i love you,” you murmured as you closed your eyes.
“i love you too bunny,” he answered.
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☁️ draco with a tit kink <3
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draco malfoy x fem!reader
warnings: slight smut, tit sucking, kinda dom!reader if you squint.
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your hands tangled in his bright hair, pushing him further to your chest.
his mouth working non stop. licking, sucking, blowing. you could feel every move he made against your sensitive breasts.
sucking right where your left nipple was located, his hand was placed on top of your right tit, playing with it gently.
“you love to suck on my tits, don’t you?” you spoke sweetly, already knowing the answer. he’d been obsessed with your breasts a lot lately, loving the way they were oh so soft.
“mm yes, love ‘em so much” he mumbled against your chest, the vibrations making you smile softly.
you loved it. you loved having draco right at your chest, marking you, and kissing you. and draco was more than happy to give it to you whenever you wanted it.
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xavier with prompts 42, 43, 77 and 51 ?? 😳
All I Need To Hear
Pairing: Xavier Thorpe X fem!Reader
Summary: You and Xavier stop talking after he starts ditching you to spend more time with Wednesday.
Warnings: Some arguing, friends to lovers trope, jealousy
Prompts Used: "Will you please just talk to me?" "I want to settle things and make us right again. I can't bear to see you so upset with me." "I have always loved you and I don't think l'll ever stop loving you." "I love you, without end."
Word Count: 1k
a/n: ngl, this is kinda dramatic but i hope y’all like this anyways!
So far, it had been exactly two weeks and two days since you had started ignoring your best friend, Xavier.
And you’d admitted it to yourself now that your reasoning for ignoring him was pretty stupid. But you were still hesitant to start talking to Xavier again, worried that he might be mad at you for suddenly pretending as if he didn’t exist.
Your reasoning for ignoring him being Wednesday Addams. She started attending Nevermore almost a month ago and ever since then, Xavier had been absolutely infatuated with her. He had even started canceling any plans you had last minute, just to hang out with her.
And you were growing quite tired of it, so you gave him a taste of his own medicine and began ditching him whenever he tried to hang out with you. Which in return, had started to annoy him just like you wanted it to.
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Later that day, late in the evening while you laid on your bed in your dorm, you heard someone impatiently knocking against your door.
You rolled your eyes and groaned as you got off of your bed, “Coming!” you yelled out as you made your way to your door.
You opened the door to find an upset Xavier, his fist in the air as if he was going to knock again right what you opened your door.
You began to glare at him right away, “What?” you ask, an annoyed tone to your voice.
He then forced his way into your dorm and started to pace in the wide space in between you and your roommates beds.
You shut the door behind him and muttered, “Sure, come right in.” under your breath, an annoyed tone still to your voice.
“Will you please just talk to me? Tell me what I did wrong.” he desperately requested while his pacing continued.
You rolled your eyes once again, this time directly at him, “What’s it to you? Why does it matter to you if I ignore you or not?” you replied, trying to maintain an angry facade. When truly you felt a bit guilty for making the boy you loved feel this horrible.
"I want to settle things and make us right again. I can't bear to see you so upset with me." he told you, an anxious tone to his voice while he stopped moving and looked directly into your eyes.
You felt shy under his gaze, looking away as you started to respond to his heartfelt statement, “So, when you ditch me for Wednesday, it’s fine. But when I start to ditch you, it’s a problem?” you angrily questioned.
He looks at you with furrowed brows, “Is that what all of this is about?” he asked, you look at him once but don’t respond, “She’s just a friend, (y/n). You should know that.” he paused again for a moment, observing your reaction.
Your arms were crossed over your chest and you had a sad look on your face, that angry facade disappearing easily once he began to pour his heart out to you. He even noticed that tears had started to well up in your eyes, making him frown.
"I have always loved you and I don't think l'll ever stop loving you. Okay? You are truly the only girl I have my eyes on." he admitted as he let go of the breath he had been unconsciously holding, “I went to Wednesday for advice on how to admit my feelings to you since the two of you seemed to get along well her first week here.” he said, finishing off his confession.
You quickly uncross your arms and cross the room so that you were now standing right in front of him. You then looked up to meet his eyes and softly cupped his face in your hands, the cold temperature of your hands making him briefly shiver and smile.
One of your hands then shifted down to hold one of his hands in yours, “I feel stupid. I should’ve just talked to you about it instead of being so dramatic. I’m sorry.” you told him, your eyes still fixated on his.
His free hand started to hold your face while he responded, “No sorries. I probably would’ve reacted the same way if it was the other way around.” he replied while he gazed at you lovingly, his cheeks a bit pink.
A few tears fell down your cheeks as you listened to what he had to say. He was always so kind to you even when you felt like you didn’t deserve him or his kindness.
You looked down at the floor once then back up at Xavier, “I love you, without end.” you confessed to him, pure sincerity in your eyes as tears continued to fall from them.
He quickly wiped your tears from your sensitive cheeks and you leaned into his touch, his own cheeks still blushing while he watched you react to his affection.
He had started to stare at your lips shortly after this and you swiftly decided that you would stop his staring by kissing him. So, you grabbed the collar of his hoodie and pulled him towards you, successfully pressing your lips to his.
His lips felt soft and pillowy while he kissed you, causing a wave of comfort to wash over you. You felt safe with him.
The way he kissed you made you realize how blind you had been to his clear attempts at flirting with you prior to this. And as he desperately kissed you back, you also felt both of his large hands come up to cup your face again, never wanting to let go.
You pulled away from his lips moments later with a soft smile on your face, he smiled back at you and leaned down to press his forehead against yours.
Neither of you felt the need to say another word as you remained in this sweet moment. Which you both hoped would never end.
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hii can i request a sacred the thread with bucky barnes where it’s a tlou au and bucky and the reader are sent to go find an old friend of sam’s. like an enemies to lovers kinda thing. and congrats on 3k! :)
Labyrinth
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X fem!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky learn to get along when you are sent out on a mission together.
Warnings: Crying, Bucky is mean to the reader, arguing, some insults, there is an age gap between Bucky and the reader (Bucky is 42, the reader is 33), some cursing, kissing, idiots in love, tlou au, mention of guns, mutual pining
Word Count: 2.6k
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For as long as you and Bucky had known each other, you’ve never gotten along. But that wasn’t your fault, you tried to be nice to him like you were to any other person in Jackson. But he just seemed to always treat you horribly anytime you spoke to him.
And you never understood why, but you weren’t going to kiss up to him. If he hates you, there’s nothing you were going to do try to change that. Even though the very thought of him hating you made you feel like your heart was slowly breaking in your chest because you were in love with him and had been for months. But the way he was treating you showed you that he quite obviously didn’t feel the same.
Little did you know, Bucky was in love with you too. He had been in love with you since the day you arrived in Jackson and he had seen Sam showing you around. But he had been scared of the feelings he has for you and has been immature about this whole situation ever since. He was being mean to you just because he liked you and he didn’t know what to do about it like he was still a young boy and he hated himself for that.
The only reason you two interacted at all was because Sam — who ran the community in Jackson — had assigned you to do patrol together every other morning. And right off the bat, Bucky had started to just be an asshole to you and only you.
He’d mercilessly tease you, insult you, torment you about how you lived alone and mostly kept to yourself. “Y’know, I’m not surprised that you live alone, doll. I don’t know why anyone want to live with you or love you, you’re always quiet and when you do talk, you’re just boring.” He had said to you one morning, causing tears to start to well up in your eyes. “Fuck you, Bucky.” you had said in response as you faced away from him and swiftly wiped your tears away.
And as much you would’ve liked to run home anytime he insulted you, that wasn’t an option during your patrol shifts. So you stayed there and tuned him out, not letting what he was saying to you bother you. But that particular statement, really dug deep. It hurt to hear the man you were in love with say these things to you.
You wished that he would just give up on insulting you. And little did Bucky know, the reason you were so introverted was because you had survived on your own for years since you were a kid and teenager and hadn’t gotten used to living close to other people again without worrying if you were in danger. You were taking it all one slow step at a time because that’s what worked for you. If only Bucky knew that, then maybe he’d stop being mean to you.
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One morning in early December when you and Bucky weren’t on your patrol shift, Sam had called you two into his office because he had something he needed to discuss with you and Bucky. You were dreading to find out what he wanted to talk to you about. What if Sam sent you out on a mission with Bucky? Would you even be able to survive being completely alone with that man?
And that fear ended up becoming your reality just minutes after you got to Sam’s office. Sam was sending you and Bucky to find an old friend of his by the name of Joaquin Torres. This man used to live in Jackson and run the community along side Sam but he had randomly disappeared five years ago and Sam had finally gotten some insight on where Joaquin might be hiding.
So he decided to send you and Bucky — his best fighters and scavengers — to find him and bring him back. The two of you would leave tomorrow morning at 9am and start heading north.
You groaned and rolled your eyes the second Sam had told you that two of you would be going on a mission together. “Isn’t there someone else you can send with me?” you asked Sam, desperately hoping that he’d say yes.
Sam sighed as he began to respond to your question, “No, there isn’t. I’m sorry, (y/n) but you and Bucky are just going to have to learn to get along.” he had said to you, causing you to let out another groan.
You took a deep breath, “Fine.” you replied, getting one simple nod of his head from Sam in response.
You then stormed out of Sam’s office to go pack for the mission, leaving Bucky behind in the room. And once you were gone, Bucky looked down at his feet and let out a deep breath as he thought about all of this for a moment.
Sam knew just how much Bucky loved you and he didn’t know how long he was going to last on this mission before he started apologizing for everything and then admitting his feelings to you.
But now that he was actually thinking about it, that didn’t sound so bad. He just hoped that you would forgive him when that time for him to apologize came around. Bucky then looked at Sam one more time, nodded his head in understanding then left, off to pack his own bag for the mission.
And as you walked home from Sam’s office, this mission was starting to not sound so bad to you as well. Maybe this would give you and Bucky the chance to actually get to know each other without the arguments and insults. Maybe he’d fall in love with you too.
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The following morning, you got up early and went to meet Bucky at the entrance to the community after grabbing some things you would need, your shotgun and bag strapped to your back, the horse Sam was letting you borrow standing at your side.
You arrived at your meeting place at 8:59am, earning an eye roll from Bucky.
“Do you even know how to be on time? We have to leave right now, we don’t have anytime to make a plan for how this mission should go.” Bucky complained, glaring at you as he got onto his own horse.
“Oh sorry, I was just busy getting enough of the resources we’ll need on this mission so that we don’t die.” you sternly replied, glaring right back at him as you got onto your horse, the bottom of your bag gently bumping against its back as you got on.
That sentence made Bucky’s eyes widen and it reminded him that all you had ever been was nice to him, even when he had been quite the opposite to you. But he was still too full of his pride to apologize so he simply nodded in response and motioned for you to follow him on the path you were supposed to go down.
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The two of you road your horses on the path you were supposed to be going down for the next 8 hours in complete silence until you had to stop because the sun had started to set. You set up camp in a part of the forest you had come across with a large amount of trees that surrounded a small clearing.
You hopped off of your horse and tied her reigns to a nearby stable tree branch, petting her head before you went to unpack your sleeping bag, your silent way of telling her to lay down. You then got your sleeping bag out and set it down on the ground and took out a large blanket you had brought for your horse, gently unfolding it and setting it down on top of her now that it was getting colder outside.
Bucky watched in complete awe as you did all of this, you looked so gorgeous in the orange light that filled the forest as the sun set. He couldn’t bear to look away from you and he wished that he hadn’t been such an asshole to you from the start. Maybe then he’d have a chance with you.
You turned to face Bucky after you finished setting up your side of the camp, you had felt him looking at you the entire time you were setting your things up. “What?” you asked while you softly shook your head side to side and looked directly into his eyes.
His eyes widened at that and he shook his own head, to bring himself out of spacing out while he stared at you in his case, “Nothing, doll. Don’t worry about it.” he answered, sending a feeling of shock through your system while he crouched down to start the fire in the middle of your camp with some nearby branches.
That was the first time he had actually spoken to you without being mean in some way. Maybe this mission would bring out Bucky’s kinder side? At least that’s what you hoped, all you wanted was to see the side of him that he didn’t let anyone see and have him let you love him.
Sure, he was an asshole anytime he spoke to you. But some part of you just hoped that he loved you too and was just being an asshole because he doesn’t know what to do about these kinds of feelings, as stupid as that may sound. After all, you know it’s been a very long time since he’s had a lover, same as you.
And once Bucky had finished getting his side of the camp as well as the fire set up just ten minutes later, you sat down on your sleeping bag and crossed your legs.
You then reached back into your bag and pulled out two of the sandwiches you had packed for the mission. You threw one to Bucky and it landed in his lap, making him smile and softly chuckle for just a second. But you saw every reaction he’d just had, which caused your cheeks to heat up.
You let out a sigh as you took the first bite of your sandwich. If you and Bucky were going to be alone together for a while, you thought that now would be a good time to tell him more about yourself. Specifically your past, the reason for your solitude that he felt the need to make fun of.
“Y’know there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Bucky.” you said, starting off this sort of conversation in a relaxed manner. You hoped that he would listen to what you had to say.
He looked up at you from his own sandwich and smirked at you, “Oh, yeah? What don’t I know about you?” he asked as he looked into your eyes, showing you that he was listening to you and prompting you to continue on with what you were going to say.
You took one deep breath before you started your story, “There’s a reason why I live alone and I don’t interact with other people in the community as much as everyone else does. I was 10 when the outbreak hit and I was made an orphan right away because my parents had been infected. So, in all of the chaos I was forced to survive alone and figure everything out on my own. I haven’t lived so close to other people without worrying that I was in danger since I was 10 and I only moved to Jackson last year, so I’m still getting used to living so close to it all again. We’re all going through different things and I understand that what you are going through may be the reason you are taking your anger out on me.” you explained to him, your story causing tears to prick at Bucky’s eyes but he wiped them away before they even had the chance to fall.
You had been through so much and even though he was mean to you, you were never once mean to him. You always treated him well, even when he didn’t deserve it. You had been on your own for 22 years and you still didn’t let that destroy your kindness or the goodness of your heart.
“Oh god, (y/n), I had no idea. I’m so sorry, for every mean thing I’ve said to you. I’ve been such an asshole to you and you don’t deserve that at all.” he made known to you, his apology that you had been waiting months to hear making you softly smile as you continued to eat your sandwich.
“Thank you and I accept your apology, Bucky.” you told him after you swallowed the bite you had just taken, that soft smile still on your face making you look extremely beautiful to Bucky.
He was in shock, “You forgive me? You should be furious with me.” he said, you pointed your face down towards your lap and softly chuckled at that.
You looked back up at him, complete honesty in your eyes, “Yes I do because life is too short to hold grudges against people, especially in the world we live in now. Plus, I don’t think I could ever bring myself to be genuinely mad at the man I’m in love with.” you said, a gasp quickly escaping your mouth after that last sentence, Bucky was in shock too. You hadn’t planned to admit your feelings for him as impulsively as you just did.
But the very second that this shock wore off, Bucky was on his feet and quickly making his way over to you. He fell onto his knees in front of you and lovingly took your face in his large, warm hands. You placed your hands over his, showing him that you were okay with his touch. There were tears in his eyes once again and this time he let them fall.
“God, I love you so fucking much. I’ve been such an idiot.” he shakily told you through his tears while your face remained in his hands, laughing a little at himself while he briefly looked away from you.
You inched yourself a little closer to him and looked up into Bucky’s eyes once more, a look of love only for him in your eyes.
“Me too.” you replied with a nod of your head, laughing with him, “I love you too, Bucky.” you made known to him, prompting Bucky to crouch down more so that he could press his forehead against yours and just feel you. He wanted to feel that you were real, that you were actually here and that you loved him back.
He pulled away from your forehead a few minutes later and looked down into your eyes again, “Can I kiss you, doll?” he asked, a tone of desperation in his voice as he continued to gaze into your eyes like you had hung the stars and moon in the sky just for him.
You nodded right away as tears started to form in your own eyes, not having the strength to verbally tell him yes because you were overwhelmed with everything you felt for Bucky. And with that, he pressed his lips to yours and passionately kissed you. You began to stand up on your knees while you kissed him back, loosely wrapping your arms around your neck and pulling him even closer to you, letting yourself indulge in the handsome man.
“I love you so, so much.” Bucky muttered against your lips in between kisses, causing a new feeling to bloom in your chest. Happiness.
You now had each other and everything felt truly perfect for once. The two of you clicked together like two pieces of a puzzle and you hoped that you would stay that way, in love and connected — the way you were always meant to be — forever. You had finally gotten through the worst of what was the labyrinth of falling in love with someone.
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