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slvth3rin · 10 months

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Dates

Harry Potter X reader , Ron Weasley X reader , Hermione Granger X reader , Draco Malfoy X reader , Pansy Parkinson X reader , Cedric Diggory X reader , Cho Chang X reader

A/N: MY FACE IS SO SWOLLEN FROM MY WISDOM TEETH HELP

Harry Potter

Hogsmeade dates.

You'd sometimes just wander around, exploring stores you haven't been in before

Since his parents left him quite a bit of wealth, he'd buy you things from the occasional store

Laughing while you drink butterbeers

Hand in hand, you and Harry stepped into the cozy warmth of the Three Broomsticks. The bustling pub was filled with the soothing aroma of butterbeer, and the sound of merry chatter enveloped you. Finding a quiet corner table, you settled down, eagerly awaiting your drink. The frothy Butterbeers arrived, their golden hues shimmering in the dim light. As you took a sip, the enchanting taste danced on your tongue. Suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted from Harry, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Curiosity tinged with a hint of insecurity prompted you to ask, "What's so funny?" He met your gaze, his voice warm and genuine, "Oh, love, it's just that you have a little butterbeer foam on your upper lip." Harry leaned closer, his thumb gliding across your skin as he wiped away the foam, a blush rising to your cheeks. The subtle contact ignited a spark within you, a rush of warmth spreading through you, melting away any doubts or insecurities that lingered. Leaving the Three Broomsticks behind, you continued on a stroll through Hogsmeade. The quaint streets were adorned with twinkling lights, casting a magical glow upon your path. His hand enveloped in yours, you reveled in each other's company. Your footsteps led you into the enchanting store of Honeydukes, where the scent of sugary confections surrounded you. Harry's eyes sparkled with mischief as he selected a delectable assortment of treats. Sharing them between laughter and stolen glances, you savored each moment, cherishing the simple joy of being together. As the sun began its descent, casting hues of orange and pink across the horizon, you reluctantly made your way back towards Hogwarts. The tranquility of the evening embraced you, and the tender touch of Harry's hand in yours offered solace and strength. Gratitude filled your heart, and you found the courage to express yourself, your voice laced with a sweet, delicate characteristic, "Thank you, Harry. Today has been more than I could have ever imagined." A warm smile graced his lips, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings, "I think it's me who should be thanking you." In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Drawing closer, the tenderness of your connection encapsulated in a fleeting yet profound kiss. Time seemed to stand still as your lips brushed against each other, conveying all the emotions that words could never fully capture. With a gentle parting, you met each other's gaze, a silent promise etched in your eyes. The beauty of the evening lingered, imprinted upon your hearts, as you made your way back to the castle.

Ron Weasley

He's kinda shit at planning

He doesn't like "formal dates"; mostly casually hanging out

Like attending one of his Quidditch practices

Or playing Wizard Chess with him

You'd engage in playful (meaningless) banter and end up kissing by the end of the evening

Perched on the bleachers, your eyes were fixed on Ron as he effortlessly glided through the air during Quidditch practice. A sense of awe and pride swelled within you, knowing that he had recently earned the esteemed position of Gryffindor Keeper. Every swoop and dive of his broomstick ignited a surge of admiration deep within your heart. As the practice drew to a close, Ron approached you, his body glistening with perspiration. A radiant smile graced your face as you couldn't contain your excitement any longer. "You were absolutely incredible out there!" His eyes sparkled with a mix of gratitude and joy. Taking your hand in his, he guided you back towards the enchanting halls of the Great Hall, where countless memories had been woven. Finding solace in a cozy corner, you indulged in a game of Wizarding Chess. Despite your best efforts, victory slipped from your grasp, leaving you with a mock frown. "You must have cheated! That's the only way you could have defeated me!" you teased, feigning disbelief, although deep down, you secretly reveled in his triumph. A mischievous grin curved his lips, but it soon gave way to a tinge of vulnerability. "Hey, I'm sorry if I'm not the best at planning dates or making everything perfect." His hand gently sought yours, seeking reassurance. Your heart swelled with affection and understanding. Leaning closer, you whispered, "Ron, it's not about grand gestures or elaborate plans. It's about being here with you, sharing these moments that make my heart skip a beat." A tender silence enveloped the air, amplifying the warmth that radiated between you. In that sacred space, his lips found yours, sealing a connection that transcended words. The sweetness of the kiss encapsulated the depth of your emotions, expressing a love that needed no embellishments or extravagant gestures. Moments later, as your lips reluctantly parted, you found yourselves locked in an intimate gaze. A newfound understanding passed between you, unspoken promises dancing in your eyes. It was in this quiet exchange that you realized the true essence of your connection—an unbreakable bond grounded in acceptance, support, and unwavering affection. Hand in hand, you both ventured back into the bustling halls of Hogwarts, the echoes of your footsteps a symphony of shared dreams and whispered confessions. With every stride, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the exquisite harmony of your hearts beating in synchrony. And as you embraced the journey ahead, your souls entwined, destined to navigate the winding path of love, side by side.

Hermione Granger

Study dates are the obvious answer, but I doubt that's all she'd want to do

I think you'd have to do a fair bit of the date coordination because she's kinda busy

Sometimes you'd visit the Hogsmeade bookstore or tea shop

But I think she really'd like picnics with you

Then, you can bring whatever additional activities either one of you would like

The sun was shining brightly as you led Hermione to a secluded spot near the lake, where a soft blanket was spread out, adorned with a basket of delectable treats. She looked at you with a mix of curiosity and excitement, her eyes sparkling like the sun-kissed water. "I thought we could take a break from the books today," you said, a warm smile gracing your lips. "A little picnic for two." Her face lit up, a radiant expression of joy painting her features. "That's absolutely wonderful," she replied, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "I can't remember the last time I had a proper picnic." You both settled down on the blanket, the tranquil sounds of nature serving as the backdrop for your afternoon together. As you unpacked the carefully prepared sandwiches and treats, Hermione's eyes widened in delight. The aroma of freshly baked bread and the sight of colorful fruits and cheeses seemed to awaken her senses. She took a bite of the sandwich, savoring the flavors, and then turned to you with a grateful smile. "This is perfect. Thank you for doing all of this." You reached for her hand, intertwining your fingers. "Anything for you," you whispered, feeling a surge of affection for the brilliant witch beside you. With each passing moment, you could sense Hermione's tension melting away, her mind momentarily freed from the weight of her responsibilities. The peaceful ambiance of the lake, the gentle rustle of leaves, and the warmth of your presence created an idyllic atmosphere that seemed to wrap around you both like a comforting embrace. After finishing the picnic, you decided to indulge in one of Hermione's favorite activities – reading aloud. She nestled against your side, leaning her head on your shoulder as you held a book in your hands. The words flowed effortlessly from your lips, painting vivid pictures in your minds, and creating a shared experience that transcended the pages. Time seemed to suspend as you reveled in the simple pleasure of being together, of escaping the demands of Hogwarts for a stolen moment of tranquility. The world beyond the boundaries of your picnic spot ceased to exist, and it was just you and Hermione, basking in the magic of each other's company. As the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow upon the surroundings, you gazed at Hermione, her features soft and serene. And in that moment, you knew that this picnic date had brought you closer. With a tender smile, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, silently thanking fate for bringing you together on this extraordinary day.

Draco Malfoy

Nighttime strolls around the campus

It's much more quiet and intimate, and you can truly see the beauty of the school

One night you could wander to the Owlry, the next to the Astronomy Tower

It helps you both get your minds off things

Though when you stay out too late, you've had a few close calls with Filch

Under the veil of darkness, the forbidden allure of the night beckoned you and Draco to roam the echoing corridors long after curfew had passed. With intertwined fingers, you moved with a delicate grace, stepping softly to avoid unwanted attention. Each stolen moment held a thrill that heightened the electricity pulsating between you. In the comforting embrace of the Owlry, your owls perched nearby, their feathers ruffled as if mirroring the intensity of your clandestine connection. The air crackled with anticipation, as if the room itself held its breath, cherishing the precious secret you shared. As the door clicked shut, a soft sigh escaped your lips, a mingling of relief and exhilaration. Draco's eyes met yours, mirroring the storm of emotions swirling within your own heart. It was in these moments, away from prying eyes and judgmental gazes, that you allowed yourself to truly be. A gentle laugh escaped your lips, the sound a mere whisper in the vastness of the Owlry. "Thank Merlin we managed to avoid getting caught," you murmured, your voice laced with a mixture of amusement and relief. You found solace in the way his presence anchored you, grounding you amidst the chaos of the outside world. You followed his gaze, peering out the window into the night. The moon cast a silvery glow upon the landscape, its ethereal light dancing upon the rolling hills and majestic peaks that embraced the school. The beauty of the scenery seemed to reflect the magic that enveloped the two of you. Draco's voice, soft yet filled with sincerity, broke the spell of silence. "In moments like these, everything feels so… extraordinary," he mused, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's as if the world outside these walls disappears, and it's just you and me." You nodded, your heart swelling with a profound understanding. "That's because it is extraordinary," you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of the unspoken. "What we have… it defies the boundaries that others try to impose upon us. It's a force that cannot be tamed or contained." In that moment, you closed the distance between you, the magnetic pull between your lips undeniable. Your kiss was a symphony of emotions, a delicate harmony of tenderness and longing. It spoke volumes, conveying the depth of your connection and the unspoken promises that danced between you. Time seemed to stand still, the world outside fading into insignificance. In this sanctuary, surrounded by the quiet presence of owls and the gentle caress of moonlight, your souls merged, intertwining like vines in a forbidden garden.

Pansy Parkinson

Petting the unicorns together in secret

You'd see a softer side to her no one else knew behinds her outwardly "tough" appearance

She really liked girly/feminine things like unicorns but never wanted to be seen as "girly" or "dorky" so she never indulged

But with you, she isn't scared to show that she likes shopping, doing makeup, and petting unicorns

Under the veiled embrace of night, you and Pansy ventured towards the unicorn pasture, a place shrouded in enchantment near Hagrid's rustic shack. Darkness cast its cloak upon the world, yet the ethereal glow emanating from the unicorns illuminated the path before you. Pansy's eyes sparkled with a childlike wonder, her excitement palpable in the air. Amidst this tranquil moment, you turned to Pansy, your voice laced with tenderness. "Pansy, why do you keep this side of yourself hidden from others?" Your arm found its way around her shoulder, offering a comforting embrace. She released a wistful sigh, "I don't want others so see me as... I don't know. Weak? Sensitive?" She eventually landed on the right word. "Soft." A soft smile graced your lips, your gaze filled with adoration. "I think soft looks good on you." Lips tenderly met in a kiss, a merging of souls beneath the moonlit sky. In that suspended moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, as if captivated by the raw and profound connection you shared. The moon acted as a witness, its luminescence framing the love that bound you together. The unicorns stood witness to the beauty of your love, their presence lending an air of enchantment to the unfolding moment.

Cedric Diggory

Going flying on brooms

He is really passionate about flying, and even if you're nervous at first, he'd def warm you up to it

You'd get special permissions about curfew/flying permissions since he's a Prefect

He'd never abused them, but he'd be a bit more lenient lets say with you

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the Quidditch pitch. Excitement buzzed in the air as you stood beside Cedric, his eyes alight with anticipation. Going flying on brooms had been his idea for a date, and though you were initially nervous, his infectious passion for the sport had melted away your apprehension. Cedric had used his position as a Prefect to secure special permissions for the evening, ensuring that you wouldn't run afoul of curfew or flying regulations. He had always been a responsible Prefect, but with you, he seemed willing to bend the rules just a little, the intensity of his feelings for you shining through. He handed you a broom with a gentle smile, his voice filled with encouragement. "I promise, it'll be amazing. Just hold on tight and trust me." Taking a deep breath, you mounted the broom, wrapping your arms around Cedric's waist. The familiar feeling of his body against yours offered a sense of security, easing your nerves. With a gentle push, you soared into the night sky, the wind rushing past, carrying away your worries. Cedric's infectious joy was contagious, his laughter echoing through the air as he performed elegant maneuvers. Gradually, the tension within you dissipated, replaced by a newfound exhilaration. The broom beneath you became an extension of your being, responding to your every command with grace. As you circled high above, Cedric glanced back, his eyes locked with yours, an unspoken connection weaving between you. His presence gave you the courage to push your limits, to embrace the thrill of flight without reservation. And with each moment, you fell deeper for the charming Hufflepuff. The night sky was a tapestry of twinkling stars, their gentle light illuminating your path. You and Cedric danced among the constellations, sharing in a symphony of laughter and whispered conversations. Time seemed to stand still, wrapped in the enchantment of your shared experience. Eventually, the need to return to the ground tugged at you, the awareness of the curfew looming overhead. But Cedric's gaze was filled with warmth and affection as he gently guided you back down, landing softly on the pitch. He held you close, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude and something more profound. He smiled, his eyes sparkling. "No need to thank me. Seeing you up there, so free and happy, that was everything." You felt a surge of emotion, a swell of affection that threatened to overwhelm you. In that moment, you realized that Cedric's love for flying wasn't just about the sport; it was a reflection of his vibrant spirit, his capacity to uplift and inspire those around him. With the night still wrapped around you, Cedric leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a moment of pure connection, a testament to the bond you shared, and the depth of your feelings for each other. As you pulled away, your heart soared, mirroring the flight you had just experienced. Hand in hand, you walked back to the castle, the memory of your extraordinary date etched into your souls.

Cho Chang

ASTRONOMY TOWER

She's a romantic to her core and loved stargazing with you

You'd head up with blankets, books, snacks, games, etc

The sound of approaching footsteps reached your ears, and your heart skipped a beat. As Cho stepped onto the tower, her eyes immediately locked with yours, and a radiant smile illuminated her face. The sight of her filled you with a rush of warmth and happiness. She settled down beside you, the space between you disappearing as if it was always meant to be filled. "Hey," she greeted softly, her voice tinged with tenderness. Her smile lingered, a gentle invitation to share this enchanting moment together. "Hey," you replied, your voice filled with affection. You couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight illuminated her features, accentuating the depth of her eyes. The night sky stretched out before you, a vast canvas adorned with sparkling stars. You leaned closer, your shoulder brushing against Cho's, as you both marveled at the celestial display above. "Look at that constellation," Cho whispered, her voice filled with awe. "It's like they're telling a story." You followed her gaze, your fingers intertwining with hers. In this tranquil setting, the world faded away, and it was just the two of you, immersed in the magic of the universe. As the night grew colder, you reached for the shared blanket, draping it over your shoulders and inviting Cho to share in its warmth. The closeness brought a soft blush to your cheeks, a mingling of excitement and nervousness. But in that moment, it felt right, as if the stars themselves had aligned to grant you this opportunity. Lost in the rhythm of your breathing, the connection between you deepened. Words were unnecessary; your hearts spoke a language of their own. And in the silence of the astronomy tower, you leaned in, your lips meeting in a gentle, passionate kiss. Time stood still, the universe itself pausing to witness the beauty of this moment. Your emotions swirled within you, a symphony of love and desire. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, expressing all the tenderness, adoration, and longing you held for each other. When you finally pulled away, a radiant smile graced Cho's lips, mirrored by your own.

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savxgelxve · 2 months

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Moonlit Confessions 🌙

A Cedric Diggory x Fem!reader fic.

Hey guys! This is my first time ever writing a fic. I've been reading fanfics for almost 5 years now, but was either too lazy or didn't get the courage to post my work. Constructive criticism is appreciated but please don't be mean...it's my first time so it'll likely suck 😅 Do give suggestions on how I can improve<3 A huge thanks to @queer-n-here for helping me out with some of the dialogues and plot suggestions. Go check them out!!!

(The reader is a "Prewitt" which is one of the sacred 28 pureblood families. Much like Weasleys as they too don't care about their pureblood status.)

Warnings: none. This is just pure fluff ^w^

The moon was brighter then ever, as the soft wind blew playing with the locks of your hair. You stood by a large window of the library, waiting for him. But the serenity of the night sky had tranced you in it's beauty, so much so that you didn't even notice Cedric when he entered.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?”

You snapped out of your daze as you stepped back, startled.

“How long have you been here?” you asked with a surprised smile.

"Not long."

He replied with a smile, there was a faraway look in his eyes with a hint of excitement?....or was it mischief? but there was something about his expression you couldn't place your finger on.

"By the way, did you figure out the clue yet?" He asked.

"Not yet, that thing screams every time I open it. I'm surprised, it hasn't made me deaf yet." Your said, earning a chuckle from him.

Cedric had asked you for help with the golden egg he had got hold of in the first round of Triwizard tournament. He only trusted you with it. You and Cedric had known each other since you were practically babies. It was because both your parents were childhood friends as well.

"Then do we atleast have a lead?" He asked with an hopeful expression.

"Please don't tell me you owled that note saying, "Come to the library ASAP" just to show me a rock you found by the lake side again that was shaped like a pygmy puff." He teased.

"Oh shush, I did that when I was eleven! And the rock was cute."

"You haven't changed one bit, have you?" He shook his head chuckling.

You simply rolled your eyes with a small smile, "I do have a theory though."

Cedric crossed his arms as leaned against the wall with a curious expression, "Enlighten me, then."

"What if the scream was of the next creature you have to fight against? Just like the dragons?" You said walking towards a table which had two books you had picked out as you handed one to him. "We can try to figure out the possible creature you might have to fight against."

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them." Cedric read the title out loud, "I feel like vicious would've been a better way to describe them." He added with an airy chuckle.

"Don't say that in front of someone who wants to be a magizoologist." You said with a playful glare.

"To you even an Erumpent is just as cute as a puppy." He replied with a teasing smile.

Cedric pulled out a chair for you and helped you get seated as he sat in front of you.

"Since when did you become such a gentleman?" You teased.

"Well, I can't help but channel my inner gentleman around you. Just trying to set the bar high, you know?" He replied with his classic smirk.

You raised an eyebrow, "Just around me? Are you sure you're allowed to say that with all your fangirls eavesdropping on our conversation?"

He loved this banter that they had. You were the only one on whom his charms wouldn't work and he took it as a challenge to change that.

"Well, it'll be easier to let them know I'm taken that way." He replied with a flirty smirk.

You rolled your eyes acting like it didn't bother you but your cheeks were dusted with the lightest shade of pink. It was barely visible but didn't go unnoticed by Cedric that was what he needed, a signal that he does affect her.

He rested his head in his arms as he smiled sweetly at you. "You look cute when you blush like that~"

"You're not the first one who said that to me." You replied with a sassy smirk, though internally you had melted in a puddle of blushing mess.

Cedric though smiling, visibly tensed at that reply.

"Haha, I guess I'll have to try harder to come up with compliments that leave you speechless then. Challenge accepted, and I think it'll be an easy win for me as it's hard not to compliment someone as adorable as you, even if it's been said before." He replied with a wink.

"We'll see about that." You replied with a small smile. "But for now, let's focus on the task, shall we?"

Cedric nodded, "So, that scream is well terrifying to say the least...could it be a Banshee?" He said pointing at the text under the image.

"A Banshee is a female spirit in Irish folklore who heralds the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking, or keening." You read out loud.

"Well I don't think so, I mean, whose death are we talking about here? There aren't any dementors here anymore. But we can't completely rule out the possibility as the Triwizard Tournament which was held in 1792, had one of the tasks involving catching a cockatrice. However, the beast went on a rampage and injured three of the judges, the Head of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. I read that in Hogwarts, A History." You added.

"Really? But don't you think that after this tragic incident the authorities would be more careful?" Cedric asked curiously.

"Hmm. You do have a point...so perhaps it's a siren?" You thought out loud.

"Maybe? I read somewhere that a sirens scream can deafen a man and transform a woman into one of them." Cedric replied.

The two of you searched the entire Magical Creatures section of the library for an hour, but there wasn't much of a lead. Finally, Cedric suggested to take a break to go get some fresh air.

You both walked towards your usual spot near the lake. The moonlight illuminated the crystal clear waters of the lake, casting shimmering reflections that danced upon the surface with an ethereal grace, as if the night itself had decided to paint upon the canvas of the water.

As you both sat on the shore, you saw a really cute rock. "Ced, look! this looks like a Fwooper"

He simply chuckled, "Are you sure you wanna become a magizoologist? You could become naturalist considering your never-ending pile of rock collection."

"Well I love cute rocks, but I love animals more. All the rocks I have collected look like some sort of animal." You replied.

Cedric nodded, "So we have the next Newt Scamander in making. I see." He replied with a smile.

"Do you have the golden egg with you right now?" He asked randomly.

"Yeah why?"

"I wanna see if there are any marks or symbols carved on it that can give us a clue? Or perhaps help us understand that scream in a way?" He replied.

"That's a good idea." You replied as you opened your side bag, as you rummaged through its contents. But it was a bit hard because of the extending charm you'd used on it. Finally giving up with a frustrated sigh you took out your wand.

"Accio, golden egg." You casted the spell making the egg fly out of your bag and landing on the ground with a thud which opened it.

A ear piercing scream filled up the quite night, as the egg vibrated from the sound and fell into the lake.

You stood their horrified your hands trying to shut your ears.

"Holy Merlin!" Cedric exclaimed as he took his shirt off and jumped into the lake.

Expecting to hear the screams he was surprised to hear a melodious voice instead.

"Come seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing above the ground,

And while you're searching ponder this;

We've taken what you'll sorely miss,

An hour long you'll have to look,

And to recover what we took,

But past an hour, the prospect's black,

Too late, it's gone, it won't come back."

As he closed the egg and got out of the lake, he had an excited smile on his face which confused you.

"This things scream changes into a song underwater!" He replied with a grin.

Your eyes sparkled as you smiled, "It's Mermish! That means the next task has Merpeople involved. It's likely gonna be an underwater task!" You replied.

"We finally figured it out!" you said as you hugged him excitedly, but pulled away sheepishly when you realised that he was still drenched and half naked. You looked away embarassed and blushing heavily.

"Like what you see?" He teased.

"Just get dressed for Merlin's sake!" You replied, earning a chuckle from him.

The next few days were spent trying to figure out this what was the most valuable thing that the Merpeople would steal from him.

"What is it that you cherish the most, that you can't live without?" You asked.

"Uh...I don't know." The look that he gave you said otherwise though.

"Oh c'mon Ced! What is it?"

"You're asking the wrong question. Instead of what it should be who." He replied with a soft smile.

"What do you mean?... Who is it?" You asked confused.

"I would let you figure that out." He replied, chuckling at her obliviousness.

"Ced! please!"

"I've got Potions now, better get going before Snape gets all cranky." He replied with a smile. "Good luck with your little quest!" He added winking before he left.

You sighed as you hugged the books closer to your chest.

"Hey Y/N! I was just wondering if you're still up for the study session today?" Cho Chang asked startling you, making you drop your books clumsily.

"Oh shoot, I'm sorry I'm such a klutz." You apologized embarrassed as Cho helped you pick up your books.

"Don't be! I'm sorry I startled you." She replied with a smile.

That's when you noticed a book in her hand that you hadn't seen before. "What's it about?" you asked pointing at it.

"Oh this! It's a Japanese muggle comic, it's called a Manga."

"That explains why I haven't heard of it...so what's the plot for this one?"

"Girl! Have you been residing in a broom cupboard at the top of the Astronomy Tower? It's a period comic and it's literally so famous even the wizarding world knows about it! I've been obsessed with this, there's this really handsome guy who just confessed to his love interest! I'm so happy!!" Cho replied with an excited smile.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” you read out loud. "How is this a love confession?" You asked confused.

"This phrase is a more poetic way of saying I love you. It's meant to express love indirectly, since in Japanese culture earlier it was considered rude to directly state your feelings or needs." Cho explained.

"Anyways I got to go now, don't forget about the study sessions! Also I have quite a collection of mangas if you want, you can borrow them. Muggle writers have really good imagination." She said as she waved you goodbye.

Suddenly everything clicked, as you were reminded of what Cedric said a few days ago. A soft blush formed on your cheeks.

"I guess...I figured it out, Ced." You mumbled to yourself with a smile.

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kkurades · 2 years

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ STARRY EYES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ during the battle of hogwarts blaise had lost sight of you but when he finally found you again he found your dead corpse.

word count: 2637

pairing: fem!gryffindor!lupin!reader x blaise zabini

warning: death, blood, missing limbs, broken skull, war.

“But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed while you watched the scene unfold next to Hermione.

Ginny instinctively moves towards Harry with her wand drawn. Your eyes quickly flickered to your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini who was already staring at you.

Both you and Hermione made a move to join Ginny while you desperately clutched your wand, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't have to use it.

The other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws follow your lead and stand protectively around Harry before Filch abruptly marched in, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to him as you examined Blaise who seemed indifferent about the situation.

“Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.”

Your gaze quickly flashed towards Professor McGonagall before looking back to your frowning boyfriend.

“Right away,” Filch suddenly halted before questioning the head of Gryffindor once again, “Er, exactly where is it I'd be leadin' em to, ma'am?”

“The dungeons should do,” while the other students cheered as the Slytherins were taken to the dungeon, you felt an apprehensive feeling crawl over you as you watched Blaise desperately looking at you.

Perhaps he had known that the inevitable was going to happen, and he didn't want you to be in the middle of the battlefield without his protection.

After all, you still were a Gryffindor through and through. And unfortunately, your house was particularly known for its impulsiveness, which was a trait that you shared.

You watched stoically as Blaise disappeared from your sight before moving towards your father and your stepmother.

Remus kissed the top of your head, while Nymphadora pulled you into a firm hug. You inhaled her vanilla and candy-like scent, which soothed you extensively before pulling away and joining Neville and the rest of the DA.

You were assisting Cho, Nigel, and Katie while Seamus ordered you around in placing magical 'charges' on key pressure points.

Your body stilled when you noticed Scabior and the Snatchers moving towards you and Neville.

“Not good,” you heard Neville mumble before you took his arm and sprinted as fast as you could while Ginny and Seamus were standing at the edge of the wooden bridge.

Even though you knew you should have been more concerned about Scabior and the Snatchers, who were about to catch up to you any instant, you felt the terror seep into your body as you caught a maniacal gleam in Seamus’ eyes.

Fortunately, you were quick enough to reach the duo in time before the bridge ultimately collapsed.

But when you turned around, you noticed that Neville had suddenly disappeared. Ginny gasped beside you as your mouth fell scarcely open and your eyes widened.

The moment seemingly lasted forever before charred fingernails appeared over the final remaining of the bridge.

You let out a sigh of relief before you and Ginny rushed to hoist Neville up onto what's left of the bridge.

“What?” The youngest Weasley asked as Neville glanced at you.

“That was quite exciting,” you let out a groan as Seamus grinned and winked at him.

“Mad. The both of you,” Ginny declared before a thundering rumble almost send Neville tumbling off the bridge again.

Ginny steadies him as you all peer into the distance, noticing that the reason of the small earthquake were giants.

You quickly said your goodbyes before you dashed off to help fight off the death eaters, while Ginny and Neville parted ways with Seamus.

And while you were fighting for your life, Blaise had been stuck in the dungeons with a harsh glare on his face as he stared holes into the grinning Filch.

“Night-tee night,” Blaise felt like he could slaughter the man right then and there, but quietly watched as Pansy cursed him.

“You let us out of here, you filthy squib!” Filch only grinned, shaking the ring of keys in his hand, and turned to walk away.

When he was a fair distance away the chamber began to tremble, but with each step, it got more violent. Suddenly plaster rained down, and a ragged hole opens in the ceiling, followed by multiple others before a massive eye peered inside which made some Slytherins scream.

The giant's fist dropped heavily through the hole, fingers probing the cell clumsily. Filch watched in horror as the cell fell to pieces and the Slytherins spilled forth.

Goyle ruthlessly flung Housemates aside, while Blaise followed in his wake. Ready to start searching for you throughout the whole castle, even if it would take him the entire night.

As they reached the safety of the corridor, a hand — this one of human scale — reaches out of the darkness and grabbed Goyle.

Blaise stifled his groan at the sight of Draco Malfoy before following him, desperately hoping that they would come across someone who could notify him of your whereabouts.

Before Blaise comprehended what was occurring, he was perched atop a fragile tower while fire consumed everything around him.

He had lost his wand earlier on and thought that this would be it before Ron and Harry flew towards him and Draco on brooms.

He quickly took Ron's outstretched hand and mounted the broom while listening to Ron complaining about it under his breath.

Blaise suppressed his eye roll because Ron Weasley did save his life.

While Ron flew them to safety, he couldn't stop himself from asking about you. The words were scorching him, and he desperately ought to know the answer.

“Where's Y/n?” His voice was steady, but if you listened close enough, then you would perhaps have heard his urgency.

Ron quickly glanced at him with a scoff before replying.

“I don't know. I haven't seen her since the start of this.”

But as Ron glimpsed at Blaise's despairing expression, he felt himself blurt something out.

“She went with Ginny and Neville,” he timidly said, which lit Blaise's eyes once again before Ron landed the two of them safely.

Blaise awkwardly thanked Ron before dashing off in the hope to find you.

You had scratches all over your face, your nose was probably broken, and you were convinced that your left pinky was about to fall off.

You tried to shrug it off as you continued fighting off the infinite death eaters.

Much to your solace, you found your dad and stepmom and quickly approached them while fending off the enemy.

But your relief was exceptionally brief when Antonin Dolohov ultimately killed your father.

You heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears as the light left your father's eyes.

You could hear Nymphadora's heartbreaking cry before you charged at Dolohov ruthlessly before you killed the man.

While you were able to kill Antonin Dolohov, you knew that it was partially because he had been diverted and hadn't seen you coming.

You were about to approach your father's body but abruptly halted when you noticed Bellatrix Lestrange standing a little further from you, inclining to kill Nymphadora.

No sound came from your throat as Bellatrix neared your stepmom who was wailing over her dead husband's body, not caring whether she was open for attacks.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to reach Nymphadora in time, but you knew he was too far away to do anything.

Nymphadora looked up at the sound of Kingsley yelling at her, but she felt like she couldn't move as Bellatrix moved toward her at an extraordinarily rapid pace.

You quickly made your mind up as you ran right towards the merciless death eater, your wand having been discarded somewhere along the way of killing Dolohov.

Your body collided with Bellatrix' as you made an effort to shove her off the edge of the castle.

Unfortunately, she yanked you with her before she quickly apparated to safety.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion as you caught a glimpse of Kingsley and your stepmom leaning over the edge while they screamed your name at the top of their lungs as tears streamed down Nymphadora's cheek as she watched you plunge to your death.

You felt yourself relaxing as you realized that you had saved Nymphadora and that she would have an opportunity to survive this and go home to Teddy.

You quickly accepted your death, as your final thoughts were of Blaise Zabini.

You particularly thought about the feeling of when you woke up next to him in your dorm.

The sunlight bled through the curtains around your bed as you felt Blaise's heartbeat steadily thumping beneath you.

You remembered the adoring look on his face as you kissed him softly while your limbs were tangled together.

Your last thoughts were of Blaise before your body shut down when it collided with the ground.

Nymphadora remembered the determination on your face when she looked up to see you charging at Bellatrix to save her.

She remembered the anguish she felt when her maternal aunt pulled you down with her.

She remembered how she scattered to her feet before taking off towards the edge with Kingsley right next to her as she shrieked your name, desperate to see you one more time.

She remembered the heartbreak she felt when your eyes softened, and you looked peaceful, almost relieved, as you fell to your death while the stars were reflected in your eyes.

Kingsley had to haul her away while Arthur looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

Minerva McGonagall's face twisted into pure horror when she heard the sound of bones breaking.

She quickly spun around only to see you dead on the floor with your eyes hauntingly staring into her soul as the corner of your lips had been turned upwards.

A gasp left her body as a single tear fell from her eye before hurrying over to you.

She crouched next to you, taking you into her arms but had no option but to leave you there.

The castle still roamed with death eaters, giants, and whatnot, and she couldn't afford to be vulnerable at a time like this, besides she was way too old to be carrying bodies around, so she quickly promised your dead body that she would return as soon as possible.

Only after Voldemort's defeat did McGonagall remember about you again and instantly asked Wood to assist her to pick up your body.

Oliver let out a shallow breath as he halted next to your body. You hadn't been moved because you had fallen into a relatively peaceful area where there wasn't much damage done.

He quickly glanced at the head of the Gryffindor house with a shaken look on his face before seizing your body.

Your head lolled against his shoulders and your arm limply hung from your body as Oliver carried you to the great hall, where most of the bodies were placed.

When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed some people throwing pitiful looks at you in his arms as he brought you to a free spot.

Just as he was about to place you down he heard someone let out a miserable sob before turning to your stepmom who hadn't left Remus his side since the war had ended.

He carefully put you on a blanket as Nymphadora fell down next to your body. He took this as his que to leave, but not before giving one last tragic look at your corpse.

Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran towards you when they noticed your body being brought in.

Neville closed his eyes as tears escaped them while he remembered how lively you had looked hours prior.

Hermione leaned into Ron as salty wet tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped slightly while Seamus stared at you with horror and misery.

At a sudden point during the battle did Blaise find Neville and Luna, but when he questioned them about your whereabouts he came out with nothing.

His hopes started to falter after he had practically scoured the whole castle.

After Voldemort's defeat, he had followed the Malfoy's into the great hall and quietly sat there as he observed the doors, hoping for you to come through them.

He had asked all of your friends by now where you were, but none of them knew. Blaise had even looked at all the bodies to ensure that you weren't dead.

Later on, Draco and his mother had already left, but Blaise didn't dare to move his eyes from the gate.

His eyes glanced towards a small commotion that had been around one of the bodies that had just been brought in by Oliver Wood and professor McGonagall.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it were your friends. Even your stepmother was there as she sat on the ground while crying her eyes out.

He quickly came to realize that it couldn't be a coincidence.

'No'

He kept repeating the word as he quickly jumped up and neared the group, but he felt his heart in his throat when he recognized your messy y/h/c hair and your favorite red sweater that you had been wearing earlier that night when he saw you.

His eyes widened as he pushed through your friends, who threw sympathetic looks as he collapsed next to your body.

The war hadn't been kind to you. Your nose was broken and dried blood stained your upper lip. You had multiple scratches and gashes along your body, and blood stained the blanket that you were laying on, indicating that there was a wound on the back of your head.

Your fingers were covered in grime and blood, but he could make out that you missed one finger.

Blaise clutched to your body refusing to let you go as tears fell from his eyes, not caring about the blood that was tainting his clothes.

He sat there for hours, refusing to leave you as the stream of tears seemed endless.

At a certain point, they had placed your father’s body next to you, but he paid him no mind.

Most students had been leaving the Great Hall, but he remained next to you while Nymphadora watched him sadly.

He felt like his life ended the moment he found your body, but his thoughts were cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

His eyes glanced towards the owner, who happened to be Nymphadora. She sat down next to him while trying to keep her tears at bay.

“What happened?” Blaise's voice was quivering and hoarse, his hands trembled, and he was terrified of the answer.

“I- Y/n found me and R-Remus at a certain point during the battle. Remus had just been killed by Antonin Dolohov so she avenged him by killing Dolohov. After her fight with him she-uhm, she lost her wand. While I was grieving over Remus I was oblivious to Bellatrix who was planning to kill me,” Blaise let out a shuddered breath as he knew where this was going to but kept quiet.

“She charged at Bellatrix and pushed her off the castle, but Bellatrix pulled her with her. During their fall, Bellatrix managed to apparatus. Even though Y/n didn’t kill her, she saved my life,” Nymphadora was full-on sobbing now as the memory seemed like an endless loop.

“What-what happened to Bellatrix?” Blaise felt anger fill his body as he spat out the name of the woman who had partially killed his Y/n.

“Molly killed her.”

Blaise nodded but remained quiet as he grieved you with your stepmother silently. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to recover from this, from your death.

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chodrs · 7 months

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PAIRING. cho chang x reader.

NOTES. fluff. mention of blood.

SUMMARY. cho shyly confessing to you after attending to a cut on your knee.

EXTRA. um i hope u guys like this. lowkey cringing to myself. anyways i can always do a part 2 if anyone wants.

You and Cho were currently sitting inside of her dorm room. Originally you guys should of been studying for the upcoming potions exam. That all got pushed aside once Cho noticed a cut on your knee.

“Im fine Cho.” You said trying to reassure the ravenclaw girl who had already got out her entire first aid kit. She was kneeling on the floor infront of you, placing your foot on her thigh to get a better view.

“No you’re not. You’re bleeding.” Cho spoke softly as she took out some antiseptic wipes. She gently began to wipe it over the cut. You slightly winced from the pain but it was bearable. She gave you an apologetic smile.

“You need to be more careful. I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Cho commented, her voice was more gentle and calm then the usual stern tone she used after seeing you had hurt yourself. You looked down at her as her gaze met yours.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” She asked slightly concerned. She picked out a pink plaster from her box and carefully placed it over your cut.

“Im fine, I can handle it.” You expressed moving your foot from her thigh as she stood up. Her hands rested on your shoulders as she looked at you. She hesitated slightly before speaking.

“Y/n. I have to tell you something. Promise me you won’t freak out?”

“I promise.” You said looking at her. Lowkey you were freaking out but you hid that way not wanting to make her nervous.

“I like you. Like really like you. Not just as a friend.” She shyly confessed. Her gaze slightly looking away from yours. She almost looked like she was going to cry. Your heart was pounding, Cho Chang had just confessed to you.

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thejetsetsoldier · 2 years

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☾ it’s always her... ☾

Summary - When Harry tells his friends that he asked Cho Chang to the Yule Ball, Y/n’s becomes extremely distant and Harry is forced to confront her about what’s going on.

Word Count: 1,607

Warnings: Angst, cursing, some *heated* fluff

DISCLAIMER!! This is an ALTERNATE STORY in which Cho Chang agrees to go with Harry and Ron and Hermione are already together !

-------------------------------------------✂---------------------------------------------The murmur of conversation throughout the Great Hall was almost deafening. I sat next to my best friends Hermione and Ron, and Harry sat across from me. “So,” Ron began, chewing on a muffin. “Who’s going with who to the Yule Ball?” “Ron, you already know we’re going together.” Hermione interrupted. “Oh, right.” He feigned surprise, smiling, before leaning in and giving her a small kiss as I rolled my eyes.

I glanced over to Harry, who was nervously looking at his lap. “What about you Harry? Who’re you going with?” Hermione piped up, obviously sensing the tension growing in the air.

Hermione knew that I was madly in love with Harry. “It was obvious.” She quipped once I told her. “You act so different around him, Y/n.” “Mione? It can’t be that obvious.” “Nuh-uh, Y/n, you are so obviously in love with him. It’s kind of pathetic sometimes.” “Wow, rude.” “I’m just kidding! You know I love you, Y/n.”

“I, uh, asked Cho Chang,” Harry mumbled. Seriously? After all of this time? Even though I love him? Am I that bad? I dropped my fork, reeling backward in shock. The trio’s eyes darted towards me. “Is everything okay, Y/n?” Ron implored, looking at me with concern. “I should go...” I managed to choke out as I slipped my bag onto my shoulder and started scurrying out of the Great Hall.

“Y/n, wait!” I heard Hermione call out to me, as I began to sprint down the Hall. My feet pounded against the tile, but in reality, I couldn’t feel anything at all. All I could feel was my blood rushing to my feet, and my heart shattering into millions of pieces.

I sharply ran around a corner and threw myself into the girls' bathroom. I shakily threw my bag down and collapsed to my feet. Tears began to flood my eyes as my body racked with sobs. A chill ran down my spine as a light blue being appeared before me.

I wiped my eyes off before realizing that it was nobody other than Moaning Myrtle. “Myrtle... please leave me... alone,” I uttered, not meeting her gaze. She only looked down at me, almost condescending. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I can’t believe you fell in love with that dimwit. Lord knows he was mine anyway...” she hummed, before swiftly flying back to her cubicle.

“Oh, fuck you!” I screamed out to a now-empty bathroom. The sobs began again, making me double over in pain. I heard faint footsteps coming from outside of the bathroom that was quickly growing louder, but it was the least of my concerns. My heart and mind were racing with sadness, anger, jealousy, regret, all of it. I wanted to believe that this was unjust, but inside I knew that it was bound to happen.

I was nothing in comparison to her. Her beauty compared to me? Little me? No, I was nothing. Nothing but a grain of sand compared to the vast, flowing beach that was h-

“Y/n!” I heard a voice exclaim from behind me. I knew the voice all too well, though. I slowly turned around, dread churning in my stomach. I was met with a very anxious Hermione. At the sight of me, her face faded from alarmed to empathetic, and she rushed over to me.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry...” her voice trailed off as she engulfed me in a tight hug. I felt myself melt into her arms, hugging her back. “Why Hermione? I’ve tried so hard...” I cried into her shoulder. She rubbed my back as she replied, “Don’t worry about him, Y/n, you’re too good for him...”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Standing next to Hermione at the top of the steps, I looked at her for reassurance. “Don’t worry, Y/n. You look beautiful. If anything, Harry will just see what he’s missing.” She affirmed. I offered her a small, fake smile in return, not wanting to ruin her night. “Thank you, Hermione. I hope you have a great night.” She gave me a grin, before landing her eyes on Ron and happily scampering towards him.

I sighed, before lifting the tulle of my dress and slowly walking down the steps. The classical music became slowly louder as I walked onto the dance floor. I felt people watching me, but I shook it off. I scanned the dance floor and noticed a table with two bowls of punch. That sounds pretty good. I strolled over and picked up a plastic cup before I noticed a figure beside me.

I snapped my head to the right, and none other than Harry Potter stood beside me. “Hey.” he blurted, a small smile forming on his face. I turned away from him. “Hello,” I mumbled, beginning to pour punch into my cup. “Y/n, I’m just going to say it. Why have you been avoiding me? I see you all the time with Hermione and Ron, but whenever I come around you always find an excuse to leave. I’ve asked both of them, but whenever I bring it up they just turn white and change the subject. What is going on?” He demanded. I slowly brought my gaze to his. The look on his face broke me even more than it should’ve. It was pure confusion, which made me almost want to laugh. How could he not know?

“I really should go.” I stuttered, before turning to walk away. I only made it so far before I felt Harry’s strong hand grab my arm. Shocked, I turned to face him. “No, Y/n. This has gone on long enough. I cannot stand this anymore! Do you know how much it hurts to watch your best friend drift away from you?” He bellowed. People turned to watch us.

A sad smile formed on my face. “That’s exactly it, Harry. ‘Best friend.’ I’m always the best friend, aren’t I?” I confessed, before loosening myself from him and running away. I threw my punch cup on the ground and began to head toward the astronomy tower.

I stumbled toward the terrace. I gazed up at the stars, confused and lost. Why is this happening to me? Me, of all people? Why was the universe so cruel as to make me fall in love with someone far too good for me.

“Y/n!” Harry yelled. I turned to see Harry, out of breath and disheveled. “Oh my goodness, Harry, what are you doing here?” I quipped, slightly smiling to myself. “I couldn’t just let you run away from me again, Y/n. Ever since that day in the Great Hall, I swore to myself that I would never let you go again.”

“ I think it’s too late for that, Harry.” “No! It isn’t! Just tell me! What is going on with you! I just want my friend back!” “Well, she’s gone!” I roared, and Harry looked back at me in surprise.

“You don’t have a friend anymore, Harry! I have been in love with you for years and you never even spared me a glance of love! I have waited forever for you, and you turned around and went for Cho Chang! Cho fucking Chang!” I screamed, holding my chest. “So no, Harry, you don’t have a friend. All you ‘have’ is a girl that loves you and will never have her feelings reciprocated.” I finished. I rubbed my eyes as I tried to suppress my oncoming tears.

“I... Y/n, I never knew you felt that way about me.” He mumbled, walking closer to me. “Of course, you didn’t.” I dismissed, rolling my eyes. “If I knew how you felt, I would have never asked Cho Chang to the Yule Ball.” I scoffed and looked up, but the sight caught me by surprise. Harry stood centimeters away from my face, looking down at me almost happily.

“What?” I mused, my gaze falling to his lips. “I thought you would never want me. That’s why I asked somebody else to the ball. Y/n, all I wanted was you...” his voice trailed off before he slowly connected his lips to mine. Sparks shot through me, and I hesitantly kissed back. He snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. I slightly pulled away, breaking the kiss. “Harry, I...”

I slipped my hands into his hair and pulled him back onto me. I felt complete for once in my life, knowing that the love of my life finally wanted me back. His soft lips were heavenly against mine, and I grinned into the kiss. I tugged on his hair slightly, and he sighed against my lips.

“Guys? Oh there you ar-” Harry and I sharply turned our heads to the voice. Unfortunately, it was Ron standing by Hermione. “Shit,” I mumbled. “Well, I see that things are going smoothly.” Hermione teased, winking at me. “Yeah, no shit,” Ron added, before making an obscene gesture at Harry. “Oh, shut up Ron.” He scoffed in response.

“Well, we’ll leave you two lovebirds to it.” Hermione giggled, before taking Ron’s hand and steering him away. I looked back to Harry, who was already looking at me. “Harry, I...” “Hm?” “I love you.” His expression was shocked for a split moment before he grinned and picked me up.

I squealed, grinning as well. “Harry! Stop! Put me down!” I yelled through a fit of laughter. He finally let me down before whispering, “I love you too, Y/n.” I leaned in and kissed him again, as he pushed me up against the balcony and let his hands wander.

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melensolo · 1 year

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Novi Val chap. 3

chap 3/?

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draco x fem reader

SLOWBURN

When you and Luna got back to Hogwarts it was already time for dinner. The two of you quickly found your spots and sat down. You talked with your fellow Ravenclaw about classes and meaningless gossip. You cannot lie about how you found the gossip of Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson possibly dating very intriguing. They were perfect, she always followed his orders and he seemed to like that.

You were intently listening to the gossip until someone suddenly grabbed your shoulder and forced you to turn around. When you looked up you saw your brother.

“What the hell Theo!” you shouted, brushing his hand off of you. The kids around you stopped talking, all watching the scene before them unfold. The attention was on the two of you now.

“Do you know how worried I was? I spent thirty minutes losing my shit looking for you before that blond asshole decided to tell me he saw you sneak away with Loony Lovegood!” he reprimanded.

Who was he to scold you in front of your peers? To openly insult your only friend while she sat right next to you? Does he expect you to say that you’re sorry?

“Her name is Luna and I don’t understand why you care so much! You seemed to be enjoying laughing at everyone that walked past you, but I’m not like you-.” before you could finish Theo cut you off. “Not like me? What is that supposed to mean? We’re the same flesh and blood.”

“It means I’m not an asshole!” you seethed. The male hummed and nodded in response, jaw clenched as if he was stopping himself from saying something he might regret, then went back to his spot at the Slytherin table. You could tell he was upset.

You felt guilty, you never meant to argue with him. He was just scared that he lost you, and you knew that. You only put up a fight because you were in front of your fellow classmates and he was openly scolding you.

You didn’t want them to think you were some girl who’s older brother had to look after or keep in check, because you weren’t. You were as responsible as him, if not more.

You felt someone’s hand on yours, Luna. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. We argue all the time, he was just worried.” you paused and looked Luna in the eyes, “I’m so sorry about him calling you that. I’m sure he didn’t mean-.”

“It’s alright, I’m used to it.” she smiled at you, in comfort. After Theo’s outburst there was silence and it was soon followed by nearby whispering. You knew they were talking about you and Theodore but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Once you finished eating you promptly removed yourself from the tense atmosphere and returned to your bed. Sleep takes over your body as soon as you lay down, ready for another dreamless night.

The following day you found yourself not wanting breakfast, opting to just stay in the Ravenclaw common room until it was time to go to your first class. If you could, you would lay in bed all day. The embarrassment from dinner last night finally sinking in.

Reluctantly you got out of bed and changed into your school attire. You just prayed this day, and the upcoming ones will go smoothly.

You had the same first hour as Theodore and you found yourself dragging your feet. As you walked into your Charms class you saw the older boy sitting next to his normal seatmate, some Slytherin girl you didn’t care to learn the name of.

You took a deep breath in-and-out then approached him. When he notices you coming towards him, he looks at you suspiciously. Rightfully so.

“Theodore.” you say in greeting.

“Sister, have you come to apologize?” he smirked at you, but not in a mean way.

“Well I-.”

“Apology accepted, now go on, Professor Flitwick will be here any minute.” he said, hand motioning to your seat. You stared at him a little longer before reluctantly heading to your seat. Once you sat down, as if on cue, Professor Flitwick strode into class. Thus your school day officially starts.

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A week has passed since you last spoke to your brother. You and him were on good terms but always seemed to have some sort of disagreement when together, so why ruin it?

The week was a normal week, aside from the fact that the pink monster Umbridge seems to be taking over the school. Not only that but Luna came to you asking if you believed if Lord Voldemort was back. You couldn’t give her an answer. Despite that, she asked you to accompany her to Hogsmeade to meet with a few students.

You agreed of course, it was the least you could do.

So now you find yourself in a small room with a couple familiar faces. Cho Chang, Dean Thomas, and the Weasley twins being some of the ones you recognized.There looked to be around twenty people here.

What kind of meeting is this?

When you heard the door open, you turned and saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron walk through together.

“Um hello everyone-.” she started as she looked at everyone that was here “you all know why you are here-”

No you do not.

“We need a teacher. A proper teacher, one with real experience against the Dark Arts.”

Oh. So that’s what this is about. They want to rebel against Umbridge. You could understand why, she is horrible, but rebelling? You support them but you cannot stand with them. She’s from the Ministry and messing with the Ministry and bad news. Not to mention your father is also with the Ministry, so wouldn’t rebelling the Ministry also be rebelling against your father? If Theo found out then surely your father would too.

“Why?” asked some blond boy you’ve never seen before.

“Why?!” repeated Ron “Because you-know-who’s back, you idiot.”

The other kid argued back “Yeah, so he says” referring to Harry.

“So Dumbledore says.” Hermione countered.

You really didn’t want to hear this. He couldn’t be back, could he?

Another kid you’ve never seen before joined in with the blond “If Potter would tell us more about Diggory’s death then..”

Before he could finish, Harry stopped him. “I am not gonna talk about Cedric. If that’s why you’re here then you can leave.”

Nobody moved. Harry looked as if he wanted to leave. This was a waste of time, but you couldn’t leave Luna here alone.

Suddenly Luna spoke up, “Is it true you can produce a Patronus Charm?”

Harry stared at the girl next to you, as Hermione answered for him “Yes.” Harry and Hermione looked at each other then back to Luna. “We’ve seen it.”

Suddenly Dean Thomas spoke up “I didn’t know you could do that, Harry.”

Did any of us?

“He also killed a Basilisk with a sword from Dumbledore’s office!” Neville added.

“It’s true, in our third year he fought off a hundred dementors at once.” came from Ron

“And last year he really did fight you-know-who in the flesh.” Hermione finished

Yet after hearing all of that, you still find yourself trying to deny it. Deny, deny deny. Ignorance is bliss.

Harry suddenly spoke up “When you guys say it like that, it sounds great, but the truth is that I was just lucky. I didn’t know what I was doing most of the time and I almost always had help.”

Before he could say more, Hermione interrupted, “He’s just being modest.”

“No, Hemione, I’m not.” The dark haired boy looked around at everyone then said “Facing this stuff in real life is not like school, in school you can try again if you fail. In real life you only have one chance.” Harry sat down, and looked at the ground. “When you’re a second away from being murdered.. Or your friend- you don’t know what that’s like.”

Hermione spoke up once again “You’re right Harry, that’s why we need you. If we want a chance of beating.. Voldemort..”

Voldemort. You can’t bring yourself to deny it. You’re Ravenclaw, you should be wise.

Finally you broke your silence. “So he is really back then?” You looked at Harry and he looked back at you. A silent yes. That was all you needed before you found yourself, and everyone else in that room signing a paper that was titled ‘Dumbledore’s Army.’

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cosmic-cheeto · 2 years

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Careful what you wish for - Cedric's POV

"Forever left wishing for more"

words: 2k cedric diggory x y/n (they don't get together) doesn't have a happy ending she/her, gryffindor y/n potter (thanks for the idea to do this @cambriel) part one, y/n's POV

Cedric woke up Halloween morning feeling as if he were facing the last quidditch match of a season, the quidditch house cup weighing in the balance. Only multiply that feeling by about 7 because if he wins this match, he’s still got to do a whole lot more this year before he gets to victory, and he won’t have a team to lean on.

To avoid attention, he had put his name in the goblet of fire during his rounds that he had to do as prefect. The only thing left to do now was wait.

He went to breakfast, trying to ignore the conversations and arguments about whether or not he would be a good Hogwarts champion. Despite himself, he heard his name from the Gryffindor table,

“...but as long as our champion isn’t Diggory, I think we'll have an alright shot.”

It was Ronald Weasley. Cedric wasn’t surprised to hear that, no doubt every Gryffindor would want one of their own as Hogwarts champion. No, the thing that surprised him came after.

“What’s wrong with Diggory?”

Y/n Potter was defending him? He almost pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, but it was surely her, the girl who was famous for looking almost exactly like her mother. Cedric had only ever exchanged a few words with her, mostly greeting each other in the halls, or a comment here and there about how her brother was going to ‘take him down’ in quidditch.

He had stopped listening to the Gryffindor conversation as suddenly as he had started, but as he walked out of the Great Hall with a few friends, he decided to mention it.

“I heard Y/n Potter defend me against her brother’s friend, Weasley,” He said. His friends looked at him strangely for bringing it up.

“Maybe she has a thing for you,” One of his friends suggested with a shrug.

“Who really knows with that girl,” Another commented. The group quickly changed the subject, leaving Cedric to swap Potter for the Goblet of Fire in his mind.

He parted ways with the group to go to the library. He had said he was going to study but he knew that wasn’t really going to happen.

As the Halloween feast closed in, Cedric had started counting the minutes on the clock in the Hufflepuff common room as he paced the almost empty room.

The whole meal, he could barely eat. Though he could never pass up a small dessert when they appeared in front of him near the end of the feast.

He cheered with the other students as Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour were chosen from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. He held his breath as the next paper would reveal whether or not he was the Hogwarts champion.

“Cedric Diggory!” Dumbledore announced, reading off the last piece of paper. The Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers, and even though the table to the other side of him was a lot less enthusiastic, he continued to smile as he caught the eye of the girl who had defended him earlier that morning.

Y/n Potter had reacted as if she hadn’t wished anyone to be champion more than Cedric Diggory. To have people beyond his house, let alone a Potter to be cheering for him, made him all the more confident as he went to the back room where the other champions waited.

Thinking of Potter made Cedric almost think he summoned Harry Potter to walk through the door behind him a while later.

After the great confusion, Cedric reluctantly accepted Harry Potter as the fourth Triwizard Champion. After all, it was impossible he had put himself into the running.

When he finally was back in the common room, there were a lot of students who didn’t like that Potter’s name had come out of the cup.

“It couldn’t have been his doing,” Cedric tried to say, “We should be supporting him equally, if not more, he is a younger student and all.” But he was ignored by most of the students and therefore decided to give up and head to bed.

When he got called out of class to be interviewed by a reporter named Rita Skeeter, he ran into a familiar face.

“Diggory, what are you up to?” Y/n Potter asked.

“Skeeter wants to interview me, why are you out of class, Potter?”

“She just interviewed me, no idea why, it wasn’t my name out of the Goblet.” She said, “She was asking about you and Harry mostly. If she comes out with an article about how Harry Potter’s sister hates Cedric Diggory, I promise all I did was try to stop her from suggesting I was in love with you or something.”

“She doesn’t fancy me, that can’t be why she had defended me,” He noted. “So, I should be careful about your name coming up?” He asked.

“Just say you want me dead and she’ll leave the questions about me.” she offered. “Though she might still twist your words.”

“You’re making me want to go back to class!” Cedric joked, and y/n wished him good luck one more time before they both went their separate ways.

When he found Rita Skeeter, he soon realized the conversation he had with Potter would be the most interesting part of the interview. True to her promise, Potter’s name did in fact come up.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?” The reporter asked him.

“No, I don’t,” He answered honestly.

“What do you think about Y/n Potter, she’s a lovely young woman, isn’t she?” Before answering, Cedric wondered for a moment why a reporter would be trying to fit two quite random students together.

“I haven’t spoken with her many times. She’s certainly pretty and seems like a lovely person, though.” He said, and Skeeter returned to the rest of the slightly uncomfortable interview.

He found himself growing closer to Y/n Potter, and by the time Skeeter’s article came out, she wasn’t the only one who had the idea to rumor that Y/n Potter was dating Cedric Diggory. Of course the article didn’t help with the rumors any,

“Even through the pain, she [y/n] still believes in love, and has found comfort in the arm of the Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory. She fears for his safety through the games. Of course we are all hoping nothing changes her innocent belief that love will always be out there.”

There was also a bit about Y/n’s struggle with her parents' deaths, but she wouldn’t let Cedric comfort her about them.

“She made it sound like I cared more about losing a boyfriend than my brother, the only family I have left.” She complained, looking over the piece of the article. “I guess this whole thing will make it a lot harder for you to get a girlfriend.” She added, looking at Cedric apologetically.

“It would have been hard enough with all the dangerous tasks, interviews, photoshoots… right, we’re supposed to have a photoshoot together today.” He said.

“They just can’t leave a tragically sad girl alone, can they?” Y/n joked, in moments like those, Cedric let himself think of what it would be like to really be dating Y/n Potter. Of course, these were just thoughts, and they were just friends.

Even though his new best friend cheered for him louder than any hufflepuff, made the occasional offhand flirty comment and would hang out with him any chance she got, there was always a level of distance between them that he couldn’t understand.

He started to feel stupid that he thought it had anything to do with him when Y/n’s friends started telling him he should try talking to her since she had been crying a lot at night.

“Your dormmates have been worrying about you,” He said, more than a bit concerned himself. “You’ve been crying at night? If you want to talk about it…” He tried to offer.

“I’m alright, Ced. I’ll try to keep quiet so you aren’t hearing complaints.” Y/n said.

“If you don’t want them to hear, you could always use a charm…” He showed y/n how to perform a simple noise canceling charm. He wished she would let him do more, get closer to her, maybe one day, he would have hoped she would let him love her.

When the Yule Ball was announced, he looked for signs from y/n that he should ask her to the ball, but when she didn’t pick up on his hints about it and chose to spend more time in the library than doing the things she had done to make him consider asking her in the first place, he asked Cho Chang instead.

Y/n got more and more distant as the third task approached, and even though it shouldn’t have, it felt like it was ripping Cedric’s heart out of his chest as he started to accept that your short friendship was over. He kept running it over in his head, every interaction, every conversation, trying to find out what he did wrong. Was there a time she asked him to leave when he should have stayed? Was he supposed to do more than he did?

The only thing that could take his mind off this was the third task itself, so he directed all his attention onto it, until it was time to face the final challenge.

He knew Harry Potter wasn’t Y/n, but as the two stumbled toward the triwizard cup together, he felt like he would be sick, and not only for the reasons obvious to anyone who could see what he looked like after all the things in the maze he already never wanted to think of again.

As the realization set in that the cup was really a portkey, he had a really weird feeling. When the world once again settled around him, into a graveyard, Cedric and Harry immediately tried to figure out what had happened.

As the two boys pulled their wands out, Cedric finally put his finger on the weird feeling he had. He felt like he was being watched. The fear really set in when Potter and him had seen a figure in the distance and Potter suddenly looked like he was in a lot of pain.

A cold voice from where the dark figure still stood said, “Kill the spare”

The words of the killing curse came before anything else, and all Cedric could do was brace himself as something fell on him. Fell on him? He couldn’t move, which was good, since he would be dead otherwise.

With all his existing injuries and this weight pressing on him, he couldn’t move for what seemed like forever. When he heard the figure and Harry Potter move away, he reached for his wand that had dropped beside him within arm’s reach.

“Accio cup” Cedric whispered, knowing Potter would eventually come back for it and there was nothing he could do but wait for that to happen.

He was starting to lose hope that Harry would come back, when he heard Harry run toward the cup, and all Cedric could do was place his hand on the cup to be transported back to Hogwarts.

As he was helped up in the chaos that followed returning to school, the weight fell off of him, but something else fell off the weight itself. Her face was no longer invisible and despite how impossible it seems, Cedric knew she saved his life.

Cedric couldn’t stop himself from crying, even when he thought about how this might seem to Cho, he only silently apologized to his girlfriend. But he will never know how Y/n knew what would happen, how and why she let herself die so he could live. He thought she was no longer interested in being friends, and he’ll never know if that was true.

So many answers died with the girl Cedric Diggory never got to love, never even got to properly want.

So many things died with Y/n Potter, and Cedric will always have moments, in the middle of the night, where he only wishes he could have been one of those things.

And maybe, in a way, he was.

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Faking It

Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes was in love with his girl—disgustingly, annoyingly so. Enough to start fights on the ice just to make sure he saw her after a game.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: This is FLUFF!! With HOCKEY MAN

a/n: This was originally something completely different but then I hated it so now it's all fluff and now I do not hate it. Pleaseeeee let me know what you think and if you enjoy it!! I love you thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️

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“Jesus Christ, Buck. Again?”

Bucky grinned, split lip tightening uncomfortably. When he turned to his captain, he had the gall to act oblivious. “What do you mean, captain?”

Steve gave him a disapproving look. “Give it up, pal. There was no need to pick a fight with that guy and you know it.”

“He was talking shit about the team!”

“They’ll always be a player talking shit about the team.”

“Then why’re you breathing down my neck right now, huh? We won. Be happy, Cap,” Bucky encouraged, slinging an arm over his shoulder. Steve raised a brow back at him but was clearly fighting back a smirk. Bucky could tell by the way his eyes lifted, contrasting his deep—albeit fake—frown.

In truth, Bucky had been looking for a fight. He’d been looking for a plethora of fights since the start of the season, and was usually quite successful with his venture. It had garnered him quite the reputation, but where the crowd saw it as a short-fuse on a large man, Steve saw it for what it really was.

An opportunity to see you.

And while Steve could appreciate the dedication, it made one of his best players ride out unnecessary time in the penalty box.

“I am happy. Just not with you,” Steve clarified, knocking Bucky’s arm away.

Bucky let out a sound close to a scoff. “Even with my extra time in the sin bin I still helped carry. It’s just part of the game, Steve. Gotta protect the team’s pride.”

“Yeah,” Steve drawled sarcastically, stopping in front of the locker room doors. “I’m sure that was your reasoning. What was it last game? Someone said something about your ma?”

“Hey, he did.”

“They always do.”

Heavy footsteps created a commotion in the hall, the rest of the team finally catching up with the pair. They funneled their way into the room for showers and a fresh change of clothes, and Steve stood with his crossed arms leaning against the wall, somehow still directing an admonishing look towards Bucky amidst the crowd. Bucky did his best to look baffled by the unspoken accusation, but then Sam Wilson passed by and Bucky’s ploy was disintegrated.

“Hey man,” Sam greeted, slapping a friendly hand against Bucky’s arm as he passed. “You let someone beat the shit out of you again so you could go see your girl?”

Bucky’s scoff returned, but this time Steve was having none of it. He kicked off of the wall and went to follow the rest of the team into the locker room. Bucky watched with a grimace, not only caught, but put on display.

“You know,” Steve called over his shoulder, not expecting Bucky to follow. “You’re dating the girl now. You don’t gotta keep up with this whole schtick.”

“I don’t have a schtick,” he called back. At the responding laugh from Steve, Bucky yelled, “I don’t!” but no one was listening to him. Or believing him.

But fine. If his schtick involved you, in any capacity, Bucky would admit to having one.

Some of what Steve said was right. Bucky was dating you now. You were his girl and that would imply total access to you all the time, whenever he wanted. He didn’t need to pick fights or feign injuries anymore (the latter never really worked anyways), because he had a key to your apartment. And you were in his bed more weekends than not.

But, damn, were you busy right now.

Bucky had never really considered how much schooling went into becoming a physical therapist until he met you. You were typically swamped with papers and tests and requests from Dr. Cho, but this past month had been exponentially worse thanks to finals. He had seen you about once a week if he was lucky, and that was a generous estimation. Add your crazy schedule to the alarming amount of away games he had over the past few weeks and he was champing at the bit to see you.

Bucky just prayed it was you in the training room today and not Dr. Cho. His odds were pretty favorable considering the team’s main trainer didn’t usually stick around after games if there were no major injuries, but there was always the off chance she let her interns go home early. But, knowing you, you would be in that room until the rink lights went off.

God, he loved you. Every overworked, high-strung bit of you.

He even loved the scolding look you shot him as he pushed open the training room doors, his bruises and cuts on full display. You dropped the pen you were tapping against an overflowing notebook and rocketed out of your rolling stool, and Bucky adored the way you stomped over to him, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the curse you clearly wanted to let free.

“Hey, baby,” Bucky smiled, this time ignoring the sting in his lip. “Funny seeing you here.”

You huffed, bringing careful fingers up to his chin. “Not very funny,” you mumbled. “Not when you look like someone hit you with their car.”

Bucky let you fuss for a moment, following your touch as you turned his head back and forth and examined his split knuckles. This was your job, so obviously he let you do it, but he enjoyed watching you. So he didn’t stop you from lifting his jersey up to inspect his middle, because how else would he catch the cute way you scrunch your nose up in concentration? If he pulled his hands away when you started testing the range of motion in his wrists, when else would he be able to track your lips as you softly counted and mouthed gentle confirmations?

Never. Because you were so damn busy.

“Missed you,” Bucky said after sneaking a kiss on your forehead while you were prodding at the bruise on his collarbone. “I’ve been missing you a lot.”

You let a small smile interrupt the disgruntlement on your face. Bucky grinned at the change, pressing another kiss to your hair while he still could.

“Did you miss me enough to send a right hook into that guy’s jaw?”

“Yes.”

Your smile was gone again. Now you looked aghast. “Bucky.”

“What?” he exclaimed, sliding his torn hands from your healing ones to wrap you in his embrace. “You want me to lie instead? Okay, fine. No, sweetheart, I didn’t start a fight just to have an excuse to see you. That guy got all these punches in on me because I’m out of practice, is all. I don’t think about you every waking second of my life, and while we’re at it, no I did not use your shampoo this morning because I miss how—”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed, resting your forehead on the divot in his chest. “I get it. Thanks for being truthful.”

Bucky relished in the feel of you. He had been slightly worried that his state would cause you to be more upset than anything. If you weren’t so tired right now, there was a high chance you’d be yelling at him because of his recklessness instead of resting against his chest. So Bucky jumped at the opportunity, trailing one of his hands up to cup the back of your head. He craned his neck down, burying his face into the juncture of your neck.

He hadn’t been lying about the shampoo.

“I miss you too. Even if you act like an idiot sometimes,” you mumbled against his jersey.

Something in Bucky felt lighter, warm. “Acting like an idiot’s the only way I get to see my girl.”

You hummed. “Sorry ‘m so busy.”

You had to be exhausted. Not even a single reprimand had tumbled from your mouth. Bucky had expected at least three.

“When’s the last time you slept, baby?” Bucky kept his voice low, his thumb making unconscious circles against your hair.

“I don’t know. In the night.”

“Okay, thanks smart ass.” Bucky jostled you a bit until your eyes met his. “I meant when did you last take a break? Get a good night’s sleep?”

You sighed, gaze trailing over his face. “Let me fix you up. Then we can play twenty questions.”

“Baby—”

“No, Buck, this is the training room, if you haven’t noticed,” you quipped, stepping back and rifling through a few drawers. “Take a seat and I’ll fix you. That’s my job.”

“Well, what about my job?” he grumbled back.

“You have failed at your job. Your job is hockey and you instead played human punching bag.”

“Not that job. My other job. The one where I take care of you.”

You spun on your heel, a basket of supplies resting on your hip. The sweater that engulfed your frame had the university’s logo stamped across the front, but instead of jeans or slacks—the usual uniform for PT interns—you wore leggings. Your hair was pulled back in the most endearing, pretty mess, and Bucky’s chest hurt as he looked at you.

“My tired girl,” he hummed, bringing his hand up to your cheek as you pushed him down on the exam chair. He sat if only to appease you, his feet still flat on the floor even with the tall seat.

“I’m only a little tired,” you weakly fought. Bucky chuckled in response, sanitary paper crinkling beneath him. “Now let me clean you up.”

You snapped gloves onto your hands and Bucky fought back a petulant whine. If he had been any other member of the team, those gloves would have been on the second they walked in the door. He should be grateful, then, that you only put them on when it was time to tend to his wounds, but he wasn’t. He missed you too much to feel latex instead of your skin.

Bucky’s lip stung as you cleaned it, but he hardly flinched. If he moved, he would miss the pretty way you bit into your lip as you stared at him.

“Remember when I’d be in here all the time?” he asked when you turned back down to grab antibiotic cream.

You let out a tired laugh. “How could I forget? You picked a fight every game. If that didn't work you’d come stumbling in here complaining about a torn ACL or whatever. Big liar.”

“I wouldn’t call it lying.”

The smile you gave him was replicated on his own face.

“You were literally lying.” You dabbed the cream on his lip, and then moved to the cut on his cheek. “You would come limping in here and then I’d see you an hour later running out to the parking lot.”

“You wouldn’t look at me if I wasn’t injured.”

“It was my job, Bucky!” you laughed, eyes giving away your amusement. “I wasn’t supposed to be fraternizing with the players. I’m pretty sure Cho only lets us be together because you wouldn’t leave her alone otherwise.”

Bucky moved his hands from his thighs to your waist, tugging you closer as you worked. “Hey, sometimes drastic measures are needed.”

“You called her multiple times a day… bought her an edible arrangement. Wait, didn’t you offer to drive her kids to school a few times?”

“It worked, didn’t it,” he posed, nudging his nose against your cheek. You giggled, lightly slapping his arm to get away.

“The edible arrangement was a good touch,” you relented.

Bucky released you as you wiggled from his grip, flitting around the training room to put supplies back. He spotted your backpack in the corner of the room, unzipped with the water bottle tipping out. When you sat down at the computer to document his care, which he found a bit ridiculous (you only put a bandaid on his face), Bucky walked over and gathered your things. He did so slowly so you wouldn’t notice; you probably had plans to stay at the rink for another few hours, and that was not okay with him.

With a final zip and your water bottle now standing upright, Bucky meandered over to your seated position. He hooked his chin over your shoulder as you worked, leaning over and tapping your phone screen for the time. His heart twisted warmly in his chest when he saw a picture of himself smiling under the 8:00 pm displayed on the homescreen.

After all the pining and work it took to get you, Bucky often felt this wasn’t real.

God, he loved you.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” you whispered, clicking away at the computer. “I still have some charting to do. Peter hit his head yesterday and I have to do the follow up work.”

Still in his uniform, Bucky wrapped you up from behind. Now you would both need a shower and he could get you to leave. He kissed the back of your head, and then your temple, and then your cheek as he craned his neck to watch you work. You smelled like fresh laundry and books and the subtle hint of your perfume.

“Parker’s fine. He was up and playing today. Let’s go home, baby,” Bucky murmured, most of his words spoken against your skin.

“I know he’s okay. But head injuries are a completely different protocol and I have to—”

“I miss you,” he reiterated. “And you’re working too hard. All the lights are off in the rink ‘cept for this one. Come back to my place. Let me take care of you.”

“Why don’t you shower and change first? I’ll leave with you once you finish.”

Bucky spun your stool around suddenly, one hand on your waist, the other reaching back to steady himself on the desk now at your back. “Oh no, don’t try to pull that on me. I get back in here, you’re gonna tell me you started something new you can only finish on the PT computer and you can’t leave for another hour. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

You let out a quick sigh, caught. “Well, what about—”

“Nope,” Bucky interrupted. He used his far hand to shut the facility computer and then guided you up. “You’re coming home with me. You’re gonna sit in the car while I drive you to my apartment and then we’re gonna take a shower together and I’m gonna make you feel so good you don’t even remember what a concussion is.”

“Bucky,” you chastised, hiding your face in his shoulder.

His laugh shook your head. “Still so damn shy.” He reached down to grab your bag, slinging it over his shoulder and placing a hand on the back of your neck, meeting your averted gaze. “Just me in here, baby.”

“I know. But you don’t have to be so vulgar.”

“Vulgar? Sweetheart, if you want vulgar I’ll tell you exactly what I’m gonna do to you the second we—”

You slapped your hand over his mouth, careful for the delicate skin there. Still, Bucky was sure you could feel his smile against your skin, and he fought back an even bigger one when he saw the embarrassed twist of your brow.

Slowly, he pried your wrist down, kissing the palm of your hand on the way. “Sorry,” he whispered, not sorry in the slightest.

You pursed your lips, flustered. “You’re such an antagonizer.”

Bucky could do this every day and never grow tired of it. It had been months now and he found himself only wanting you more.

“Can’t help it. I love you.”

Your faux annoyance morphed into a bashful smile, the kind Bucky remembered from his time faking injuries. It was reminiscent of when you were trying not to laugh at his jokes, or smile at his flirting, or give him any reaction he was looking for.

But he always got what he wanted in the end.

And, more than anything, he wanted you.

“That one do the trick?” Bucky asked. “Am I finally getting my girl to come home with me?”

When you looked up at him with raised brows and a smile twisted up at the corners, he knew you’d given up. Perfect timing, too, because—in all honesty—Bucky had been punched in the side during his on-ice tussle, and his ribs were starting to hurt. You were going to be pissed when you saw the bruise form tomorrow morning, but you would be pissed in his bed, so it was worth it to Bucky.

“I have to get a little bit of homework done when we get there,” you reasoned, pointing an accusing finger at your boyfriend.

He threw his hands up in surrender, dropping one down over your shoulders as you both walked out. “Okay, okay. Homework at my place, I got it.”

“That comes first, Bucky. Before anything else. Shower, then homework, and then… other things.”

“I know what first means, baby.”

“Good.”

But Bucky had other plans, and they did not involve homework. He was pretty sure you were ahead, anyways. Like, weeks ahead, actually.

“You eat dinner yet?” he asked, fishing his keys from his pocket.

You looked up at him, incredulous. “What did I just say?”

“What?” he defended, tugging you closer as the wind in the parking lot whipped at your clothes. “I can’t make sure my girl’s had dinner? What am I allowed to do?”

You only scoffed, tucking yourself further into his side. “Keep me warm.”

“Always, baby.”

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rosexxi · 8 months

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Hiii idk if you write for mattheo riddle but I was wondering if you could write a mattheo riddle × hufflepuff!reader one with princess treatment and secret dating? Maybe some angst with fluff at the end? If not no problem thank youuuuuu🦧

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Dating a jealous Mattheo Riddle in secret is never a good idea

a.n // swearing, Mattheo is lowkey mean at one point

fluff/angst // m.r x hufflepuff! reader

Mattheo never was a morning person. Becoming one was one of the "good" habits he had developed since becoming your boyfriend. He was also getting less detentions, owing it to you, and your good influence. He would almost always have his homework completed, his grades were improving as he actually attended his lessons, and he no longer joined in with his childish friends as they practically bullied their classmates. He also had you believe he quit smoking. He didn't and would always discard his cigarette whenever you saw him, but how could he tell you the truth when you looked so proudly at him, as though he had the entire world in his hands.

Almost everyone around him had noticed the small changes in his behaviour, but no one needed to know that he had his own guardian angel in human form that made smiling come a lot easier to him than before.

"You're really special to me, y/n." he had whispered that secret meeting at the Black Lake. It had become a routine for the two of you to meet at the lake and spend time just being two teenagers in love without the burden of family and circumstances. After all, he was the Slytherin prince, son of the dark lord, and you were simply a girl in Hufflepuff. Nothing special, though his words would have you believing otherwise.

You were sitting between his legs as he leaned against a tree, back leaning against his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist.

You smiled at his words, how he was able to be so soft, "You're special to me too Mattheo."

He brought up a soft hand to pull your chin to face him, "I mean it, princess, you've changed my life for the better. You're so pure and kind, dont know what you're doing with me."

You looked up at him with wide eyes as you pressed a kiss in his palm.

"Don't look at me like that angel," he groaned, throwing his head back, "You don't know what you do to me."

You giggled at his exaggerated actions, "You're such a drama queen Mattheo."

"It's just what you do to me."

"Mattheo, I haven't done anything to you. You've always been a kind, caring soul, and now everyone else sees what I see."

"Lucky them." he said sarcastically, "Come on then, princess, I've got practice, and you've got a Hogsmeade date with Lavender, we can't keep her waiting." he tapped your side, and you got up, holding a hand out to pull him up. He smiled down at you when you did, always in love with how much taller he was than you. You pulled him into a hug, and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Meet me tonight?" he whispered.

You shook your head into his chest, "I can't, I'm studying in the library with Cho and Lavender."

He rolled his eyes, thankful you couldn't see the look of annoyance on his face. He loved you (though he hadn't yet said), but what he didn't love was the secrecy of your relationship that prevented you from doing normal couple things. To be entirely honest, it was his decision to keep the relationship a secret, but it was all for you. Everyone in Hogwarts loved you. You were popular and incredibly liked because of your friendly, positive spirit. The last thing he needed on his conscious was ruining that for you, making you be seen with him.

He leaned down to press a soft kiss on your cheek, "I'll see you later then, yeah?"

You smiled sweetly at him and nodded, "Of course, have a good practice."

"but y/n are you ok with this arrangement?" asked Lavender, your best friend, at The Three Broomsticks.

"Arrangement? God Lavender you make it sound like a business deal."

Lavender was the only person who knew about you and Mattheo, as the two of you couldn't help but gossip about everything, including your own lives.

"It sounds that way to me. I mean, he won't even talk to you in public."

"He talks to me." you muttered.

"A subtle nod of encouragement doesn't count."

You rolled your eyes at your best friend, but deep down, you knew she was telling the truth.

At the beginning of the relationship, you didn't mind that he didn't want to tell anyone, but it had been four months, and he was still treating you as this big secret. You were able to deal with it as he was a good boyfriend. You may have been dating in secret, but he always made his presence known and treated you like a princess, even if it was from a distance.

"I don't know anymore Lavender how am I even supposed to bring it up in conversation. Maybe he's ashamed of me or something."

"I really hope he isn't because then I'd have to kill him. Just ask him."

"I can't just ask him."

"Why not, I thought you weren't scared of him."

You sighed out in exasperation, "I'm not. But, I just don't want to ruin things."

Lavender stared empathetically at you, taking your hand into hers, "y/n, he's your boyfriend, acknowledging you in public is the literal bare minimum."

"I know, I'll talk to him."

"Oi big game tomorrow Smith." heckled Malfoy in Potions the next day. You rolled your eyes from beside Zacharias Smith, the chaser for Hufflepuff.

"As far as I can remember, Hufflepuff beat Slytherin last Malfoy." you said to the cocky blonde boy, "let's hope you don't get injured this time." you smiled sweetly at him. Mattheo sniggered from beside Malfoy, earning a nudge from his friend and quidditch teammate.

"What, she's not wrong." he shrugged to a scowling Malfoy, a grin evident on his usual miserable face.

"Shut it, Riddle. And you too l/n, you might want to pay more attention to Snape, last I checked you failed this class."

You rolled your eyes at the petty boy. Of all Mattheo's friends you liked Malfoy the least, he was arrogant and immature. You took your attention off of him and continued with the potion before you.

"You might want to stop paying attention to Snape, Malfoy. You act like his little pet." muttered Zacharias Smith to Malfoy. Tensions always rose near quidditch games, and Smith could have been just as petty as anyone else. His remark made you laugh out loud, especially after seeing the look of annoyance on Malfoys face.

"Is something funny Miss l/n?" Came Snape's monotonous voice.

"No sir."

Snape took one look at you and Smith down his nose and turned back to his lesson, "The two of you can join me for detention tonight and exchange as many jokes as you want then."

You rolled your eyes behind Snape's back, knowing best not to challenge his words.

"Bet you're happy to be in detention with your little girlfriend and Snape." laughed Malfoy.

"Shut it, teachers' pet." argued Smith.

"Leave it Zacharias, there's no point."

"Yeah, listen to your girlfriend Smith."

You shook your head at Malfoy's childish behaviour and raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend who stood beside him. Half expecting Mattheo to say something in your defence, but you knew he wouldn't. He wore a scowl like no other and aggressively worked on his potion, occasionally huffing in anger. Though you had no idea as to what he was angry about, if anything, you should be the angry one as he allowed his best friend to talk down to his girlfriend.

The lesson seemed to draw out, and you were glad you were paired up with Zacharias, whose jokes took your attention off of your sulking boyfriend. From the corner of your eye, you could see Mattheo burning holes into you with his intense gaze. He didn't engage once in Blaise and Draco's conversation. Instead, with his jaw clenched, he sulked over his potion.

"I'm sorry about Snape giving us detention, but I also half expected it the second Malfoy spoke." Smith said in the corridor when the class had finally finished.

"It's fine, I did aswell, we all know Malfoy has Snape in his pocket. Thanks for defending me though."

"Of course, anytime y/n, I just can't stand him, I really hope we win tomorrow, wipe the smile off his face."

"Me too, I will be cheering so much for you guys."

Zacharias smiled at you, "Then I'm sure we'll win. I'll see you at detention. I'm gonna go meet my mates, bye y/n."

"Bye Zacharias," you waved him goodbye and made your way to your dorm room.

Detention with Snape came quick and ended just the same. You and Zacharias met outside his classroom, and Snape simply had you organise some of his ingredients for class the next coming lesson.

"Bye y/n, I've got practice now but I'll see you tomorrow hopefully."

"Bye Zacharias, of course you'll see me," you smiled as you waved him goodbye. You had known Zacharias a long time, practically growing up with each other due to living in the same neighbourhood.

"Enjoy detention, did you?" came a familiar voice in the otherwise empty corridor.

"Don't think anyone enjoys detention, Mattheo." You replied as your boyfriend emerged from a dark corner.

"I waited for you," he began, stopping to inhale from his cigarette, "Seems you had good company though."

You stared at him as he fiddled with his cigarette, "I thought you quit."

"Only do it when I'm stressed." he shrugged. A clear lie. His demeaner entirely different to how he was the other day at the Black Lake.

"What's there to be stressed about? You seemed just fine sulking in potions." You said crossed your arms.

"I weren't fucking sulking, forgive me for not being all chipper when my girlfriends practically throwing herself at my rival." he spat out.

"Throwing herself?! Excuse me, Mattheo, I was simply speaking to my lifelong friend. What, you wanted me to speak to you as you practically let Malfoy be rude to me, your girlfriend might I add." You pointed an accusing finger into his chest.

"That's different, not like I was flirting with someone else in front of you."

"I was not flirting. And don't act all high and mighty when you won't even defend me. You'd rather keep me a secret so you don't have to speak up to your friends."

"I'm not scared to speak up against Malfoy," he sneered as he let out a bitter laugh, "Whatever love, I've got a game to focus on. I can't be doing with your crying because I won't hold your hand in public."

"Mattheo, that's mean." you sighed, voice threatening to break, incredibly taken aback by his harsh tones. All this because you were nice to a boy you had known forever. You should have known. Everything with Mattheo was perfect, almost too perfect it made you forget how mean he could be. He was simply no different to Malfoy, and you stupidly thought he would be.

He merely shrugged at your words and turned on his heels, marching down the corridor down to the dungeons. He left you there with tears threatening to fall.

You woke up the next day in low spirits later than usual. You managed to pull yourself out of bed and make it to breakfast just before it ended. Your eyes were puffy from crying and your face red. You managed to catch a glimpse of Mattheo sitting at the Slytherin table. He didn't look as he usually did before a quidditch match. His eyes were on you instead of on his captain, and a faint air of guilt lingered around him.

"Hey you ok y/n?" asked Cadwallader from across the table. Another one of Hufflepuff's chasers.

"Just tired. Good luck today though, all of you."

"Thanks y/n, I think we've got this win, though." winked Zacharias.

You sat with Lavender in the stands and watched absentmindedly as the two teams came onto the pitch. The Hufflepuff players wore smiles and carried a sense of certainty about them, contrasting to the scowls plastered on the Slytherin players. Draco Malfoy, captain of them all, aggressively shook the hand of the Hufflepuff captain, Cadwallader, and took his place in the sky with his other chasers, Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle.

Mattheo stared daggers into the Hufflepuff team, occasionally taking his eyes off of them to look down at you. The game began and seemed to be like any other. Slytherin scored first, followed by Hufflepuff, then Hufflepuff again, and Hufflepuff again. Seeing your house team win put you in higher spirits, and you laughed with your best friend, as you cheered.

You smiled up at the players, even smiling at your boyfriend though quickly regretting so as you were met with a look of anger.

"And it's Zacharias Smith again for Hufflepuff, he's on a roll," yelled Lee Evans who was quick to support anyone who wasnt Slytherin, "And the Hufflepuff seeker has found the golden snitch and Hufflepuff win!! Wait, seems as though Riddle isn't too happy with that one."

The smile on your face was quickly wiped away, as were the feelings of joy to see your house win. You were now staring down at the pitch with wide eyes as Mattheo Riddle was single handedly throwing punches and spitting harsh words at both Smith and Cadwallader. You quickly brought your hands to your mouth, gasping in shock at the actions of your boyfriend. You had seen Mattheo in plenty of fights during your time at Hogwarts, but it was harder to watch now that you were in fact his girlfriend.

"Haha go on Cadwallader, tiny lad but he's finally landed a punch, and Smith lanky git," chuckled Evans as he commented on the spectacle that had everyone's attention, "Riddle is now joined by Malfoy and Nott who are not coming to fight but to pull him away. Awh, shame, I wanted to see a proper fight. Sorry, professor, definitely not supporting aggression in Quidditch. Ooh, Smith and Cadwallader look nasty, but they've finally taken Riddle off. Well, dragged him off. No one likes a sore loser, Mattheo mate."

You wanted to follow Mattheo into the dressing room and ask him a million question, well shout them at him, but you knew he'd only lash out at you. Mattheo had actually never spoken to you in any way other than calmly. Even back to before you had begun dating Mattheo was almost nice to you, but in his current state you knew best than to approach him.

After some time, you hesitated around the locker rooms if you should enter. Even if you had fought yesterday, you were his girlfriend and maybe he needed you. It seemed that the other players had all gone, and only Theodore and Mattheo were left. Just then, Theodore left the changing room.

"Oh hi y/n, you should definitely go see him." he nodded nonchalantly.

"Theodore, you know?" you managed to get out, though incredibly taken aback at his nod of acknowledgement.

"Oh, I always knew. Riddle told me way back when he had used to fancy you," he shrugged, "you should know what he did last night was shitty but he did have a go at everyone if that balances it out."

"He what?"

"Yeah, after he came back from your detention, he had a go at Malfoy. Said if he ever spoke about his girl again, he'd break his face." Theodore laughed, "He really likes you y/n, he's just a bit awkward with his feelings and words, not to mention incredibly insecure. Don't tell him I said that though."

"Thanks Theodore I won't, I'll go talk to him."

You walked into the Slytherin locker room cautiously. It was seemingly empty, but there in the corner was your boyfriend. Mattheo. He was sat shirtless hunched over the bench, his head in his hands. You walked closer to him to see his bare back covered in old bruises and scars. It hurt your heart to be reminded of the painful past he had to endure. Upon hearing your footsteps, he lifted his head, turning to face you.

"Hi." He whispered.

His face was covered in dried blood. His lip was cut, as well as his eyebrow, and you were sure he had had a nose bleed aswell.

"Oh, Mattheo." you whispered upon seeing him, wanting nothing more than to hold him and clean him up, "What happened?"

"It doesn't matter," he shrugged, "Are you here to break up with me?"

"Break up with you? Why would I do that?"

"Because look at me," he laughed, "I picked a fight with your friends."

You shook your head and made your way towards him, sitting down between his legs and holding his hands in yours.

"I don't care about them Mattheo I care about you. But I can't do anything about it if you push me away which is what it feels like."

"I know," he nodded, looking anywhere but at you. He seemed frustrated, "It's just stupid, I don't know how to say it."

"Just say words I'll put them together."

"You're too kind, princess," he shook his head, "I just got jealous when I saw you with your Hufflepuff friends. It's stupid. Reminds me of why I wanted to keep you, us a secret in the first place. And then I saw them today, and that tiny arse wanted to ask you out, and we were losing, and I lost it."

You brushed your fingertips over the bruises on his knuckles, again a million questions on your mind. You never knew why Mattheo wanted to keep the two of you a secret.

"You wanted to keep us a secret because you were ashamed of me because I'm in Hufflepuff?"

"What?" he said, clearly taken aback and confused by your words. His eyes finally met yours, "I wanted to keep us a secret because I'm ashamed of myself. Because how could I openly date you when you're so kind and pure and I'm me. Look at me. I got into a fight with two people just because they're your friends. I'm not right for you, y/n. I'm not what you deserve, I'm violent and aggressive."

"Mattheo? Stop it. Don't talk about yourself like that, please. I'm with you because I like you for you and I want to be with you. I don't see you the way you see yourself. This whole time, I thought you wanted us to be a secret because you were embarrassed to be dating me and didn't want your friends to see."

"Fuck my friends."

You laughed softly at him, "I wish you had just said this to me, everything could have been avoided."

"I know," he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, "I'm not good with words."

"Theodore said."

"You spoke to Nott?"

"He told me you told Malfoy you'd break his face if he spoke to me again."

"I will. I'm so sorry angel for not defending you, I should have punched Malfoy right then and there."

"Maybe not so much physical violence."

"I'll work on it. But I messed up so much y/n, I don't know how to make this up to you. I shouldn't have let you think for one minute that I was ashamed of you. How could I be. You're beautiful inside and out, like an angel. You're too pure for this world, for me."

You smiled away at his words and his actions as he brought up a bruised hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. Leaning into press a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm perfect for you as you are for me. You can make it up to me by apologising to Smith and Cadwallader and then finally taking me on a proper date."

"Fine, I'll apologise to Smith, I know he's your friend, but absolutely not to Cadwallader, he wanted to ask my girlfriend out."

"He didn't know I was your girlfriend." you pointed out.

"Don't give a fuck, I'll make everyone aware now. But yes, I will take you on a date. I've never been on a date before, but I'll do some research."

You giggled at his words, leaning into press a kiss onto his lips. You wrapped your hands around his neck, going into deepen the kiss but his groans from beneath stopped you.

"Sorry did I hurt you."

"No, no," he shook his head, but the look of pain on his face said otherwise. You got up from the floor, holding a hand out for him to take.

He took it and again leaned into press a kiss onto your forehead when he stood up to tower of you.

You looked up at him with wide eyes as he brought up a calloused hand to caress your cheek. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

You smiled sweetly at him as you rubbed the blood of his lips, "You can stare at my beautiful eyes as much as you want after we visit Madam Pomfrey."

"Can't wait my love."

"My love? That's a new one, I like it."

He shrugged nonchalantly, "It's the truth. You are my love. I love you."

And just then, you wanted to melt into his chest. You leaned up to press a soft peck, before replying, "I love you too."

"Don't think anyone has ever loved me before."

"They're missing out on so much, but at least this way I have you all to myself. Loving you is so easy when you're not being a jealous ass."

"Hah, I deserved that. Of course, princess, I'm all yours. Come with me to the hospital wing."

Hand in hand, you both left the locker room, making your way through the castle to the hospital wing. You received a few shocked looks from classmates, but one look from Mattheo, and they instantly turned away. You laughed at this, happy to see the effect of your scary boyfriend.

Both Smith and Cadwallader were in the hospital wing, getting treated for their various cuts and bruises. You couldn't see from afar before, but Riddle really laid into them.

You turned to Mattheo, nodding in their direction. He rolled his eyes but eventually made his way over to them.

"I really don't want to y/n, I've never apologised for a fight." he said on the way over.

"You can start now."

Upon seeing Riddle, both Hufflepuff players instantly sat up, though both looked incredibly surprised to see your hand locked with the Slytherin boys.

"Hi. So I'm sorry, Smith, for picking a fight with you. My girlfriend likes you, so I guess you're alright. I'm not sorry to you though Cadwallader, you wanted to ask my girlfriend out."

Neither one of the boys replied, only stared with their mouths agape.

"Well?" Riddle asked almost threateningly.

"Babe that's not really an apology."

"It's the best they're getting from me." he shrugged before going to sit on a spare bed waiting patiently for Madame Pomfrey.

"Sorry about him." you smiled.

"Its ok y/n, just a bit shocked you're dating."

You nodded and explained how the relationship began.

"I'm happy for you y/n, you deserve a boy who'd kill for you. Preferably not us but oh well." Zacharias eventually said.

"Yeah, y/n, please tell him I'm really sorry for saying I'd ask you out, jheez I had no idea."

"No, it's fine really, how could you have known."

You said your byes and made your way back to Mattheo, who was getting treated by Madam Pomfrey. Upon seeing you, he smiled and opened up the duvet, making way for you.

"You can stay till visiting hours are over." warned Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm sorry again y/n." he whispered once she left.

"Don't be," you said as you turned to rest your head on his chest, "I just wish you would have told me."

He brought up a hand to play with your hair.

"I know, princess, you're mine, dont know why I'd wanna keep that a secret."

"At least Snape will go easier on me now if he knows I'm dating a slytherin."

Mattheo laughed, "You're using me now for connections. Don't worry, my love, everyone will know we're dating, I'll scream it in the courtyard if you want me to."

"That'd be nice."

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houseofceline · 5 months

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My Pretty Girl - T.N.

Steal My Girl

Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott

Warnings: None (yet ;))

Summary: Theo's friends get to meet you for the first time.

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Perfect.

You clapped your hands in satisfaction after taking a little study break to organize all your fabrics by color. The plan was originally to go to the dining hall to grab a quick snack, but your messy little studio set up in your dorm easily distracted you on the way out and made you change your plans.

Your fingers flipped through the pages of your design sketchbook. A small smile formed on your face as you traced your sketches.

Fashion.

The only thing that you felt competent in. You didn’t have to try to make things look good. It was the only thing that came natural to you. You could plan an entire outfit for any occasion faster than you could even list the ingredients in a simple potion. You weren’t going to become a doctor like both of your parents, but you thought it’d be better to do something you’re good at rather than forcing yourself to study materials that you’ll never be able to understand. No matter how many times they tried to persuade, or threaten, you to change career paths, you never strayed far from your dreams. The dreams that kept you happy when you were scolded for wanting to stay home and draw instead of going with your father to work.

At least you will never have the chance to mess up a surgery. That would be worse than the invention of jeggings.

The door swung open and your roommate walked in. You furrow your eyebrows upon her presence, wondering why she would be back so early from her date with Cedric.

“How’d your date go?” You closed your design book and walked towards your bed before flopping onto it.

So comfy.

Cho sighed before rolling her eyes, “stupid last minute quidditch practice.”

You giggled as your stomach growled. Maybe you should’ve gotten a snack before you decided to clean.

“Dining hall?” Cho offered her arm out.

You jumped up from your bed and happily skipped over to her and took her arm.

“I’m famished,” You exclaimed in desperate need of having anything in your stomach after the oatmeal bowl for breakfast.

“Me too, Cedric had promised me pastries from a bakery in Hogsmeade before I got canceled on,” Cho grumbled as the two of you walked in a pair towards the hall.

Pastries. Croissants. Ugh you missed home. France has the best pastries. Now you were craving a chocolate croissant. Not that croissants are the only pastry in France.

“Next ti- ow,” you rubbed your head after the harsh impact, stumbling a bit.

“Watch where you’re going next time mate,” another boy came up and landed a harsh slap on his back.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” The boy in front of you questioned frantically while trying to hide the fact that he was searching your head for any bruises. Theo might kill him if he made a bruise on his “pretty girl”.

“I‘m okay,” you waved your hands in front of your face, kind of nervous that people were starting to look.

“Hello y/n,” The other boy came up and offered his hand out.

You were confused on how he knew your name despite the fact that you didn’t know his, but still shook his hand.

The boy chuckled at your confused looking expression. He could understand why Theo had called you pretty instead of his usual “she’s hot”s that the group would receive when talking about girls.

“I’m Mattheo, Riddle,” he winked, “Nott’s friend. And this is Lorenzo.”

You made an ‘ohh’ face in recognition but you remained surprised at the fact that you were even linked to him.

Cho nudged your side. You looked over to her and was met with a raised eyebrow. You were as equally as confused as her. You and Theodore had only interacted once and it was during that one potions class, the day Cho had to skip due to sickness. You had no idea why his friends knew about you or were even talking to you.

But nonetheless you offered a warm smile towards the two boys, “nice to meet you.”

“Nice to finally meet you too,” Lorenzo returned the gesture. You liked him, he seemed nice.

Cho cleared her throat while clutching her stomach. You had forgotten what the two of you had even come to the hall for.

“Well, enjoy your meal!” You waved them goodbye as Cho dragged you to the Ravenclaw filled tables and out of their sights.

“Who are you losers bothering,” Theo scowled and smacked the two boys on the back.

“We were just getting acquainted with our best mate’s girlfriend,” Mattheo teased as Theo raised his arm pretending to hit him, making Mattheo duck.

“Girlfriend? Please, you and I both know I don’t do none of that,” Theo rolled his eyes and the trio walked over to their table.

“Lucky her, you’re not exactly boyfriend material yourself,” Enzo replied as they took their seats grabbing their lunches before quidditch practice. The first game between Slytherin and Gryffindor was coming up, they needed all the fuel they could get before Malfoy made them run what felt like 100 laps during practice.

“What are you talking about? I'm the epitome of it,” Theo replied confidently as he took a bite of his sandwich. Sandwich was a bit dry, Italians do it better.

“Right, someone bring Hannah over for questioning,” Mattheo laughed as Theo glared at him.

“We never dated, I don’t owe her anything.”

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“IT’S SO COLD!” You let out a high pitched scream as a huge gust of wind blew right into your face. You had a sweater that you knitted yourself on, paired with a skirt and black tights along with a designer scarf you had searched the whole country for. It was late October, but you hadn’t expected the weather to drop this low. Maybe you should’ve worn your winter coat or opted for a bigger scarf. Or maybe you shouldn’t have come at all. That was the original plan until Cho had managed to convince you to attend. You didn’t really understand quidditch. The whole game seemed complicated to you, plus the whole flying really high and the possibilities of students getting hurt didn’t sit well with your stomach. But you came regardless and it seemed to make Cho very happy.

“I KNOW BUT WE HAVE SUCH GOOD SEATS!” Cho screamed over the loud clapping and cheering that signaled that the game was about to start. Loud screaming, another thing you weren’t a huge fan of.

“HERE!” Cho screamed as she took her earmuffs off and placed them on your head.

“YOU MIGHT NEED THEM MORE THAN I DO!” She yelled before turning her attention back to the game.

One by one players in either red or green began to fly out. Everyone you were cheering as if it was a competition to see which side would be the loudest.

“GO HARRY! YEAH!” You heard Cedric shout from the other side of Cho.

You didn’t know any Gryffindors that well but since you were in a crowd of people all supporting that team, you didn’t want to stand out so you decided to clap along.

You recognized a few Slytherin players, the faces of the two boys who you had bumped into a few days earlier were spotted flying on broomsticks. You secretly clapped for them as well.

The mixture of red and green made your heart happy. Christmas. Your favorite holiday. Only two months to go! You couldn’t wait until you get to start putting together presents and drink peppermint mochas with your friends. It was all so exciting!

Focus on the game!

You scolded yourself. You look up and frown as you see players begin to grow aggressive. You frowned as a Gryffindor player tried to throw one of those flying balls at Lorenzo.

You knew it was part of the game but the fact that someone had almost harmed the nice boy made you want to reach for your wand.

“Yay go Enzo!” You cheered and clapped as you watched him dodge them with ease. A few Gryffindors side eyed you and gave you nasty stares but it was hard to pay them any mind with the distracting colors of ketchup and mustard wrapped around their necks.

Theo wanted to thank Berkshire, he really did. He wanted to thank him for providing him the strength to throw bludgers at Gryffindors. What was he doing stealing your attention like that? Last time he checked Berkshire was busy trying to ask out a Slytherin a year younger than them. He needs to leave you alone, you were his friend first. Maybe he should throw a bludger and knock Berkshire off his broom.

Would that be a Slytherin or Gryffindor point?

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obsessedwithceleste · 3 months

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Lessons in Love

(Or why Enzo should be banned from advanced potion making)

Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw Reader

Summary: Ft. Enzo being bad at potions, the Ravenclaw common room door, and more than one accidental love confession.

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A deep sigh escapes your lips as you walk purposefully through the empty halls of the castle. You loved Enzo. Really, you did. But how that bastard had managed to squeeze enough O.W.Ls out of his arse to get into advanced potion making was absolutely beyond you.

It’s not that you thought your childhood best friend was dumb per se. You simply thought his talents lay elsewhere. Like in herbology. Or anywhere really where adding a pinch too much powdered moonstone didn’t result in a glittery pink potion exploding all over the front of your robes. This never would have happened of course, if your usual, equally talented, potions partner, Theodore Nott, had actually bothered to show up, but god only knew where that boy had wandered off to.

Walking into classes earlier that day you had been giddy with excitement. While potions may not have been Enzo’s forte, it was most definitely yours and advanced potions was finally giving you the challenge you had been craving. Amortentia, your professor had said, is the strongest love potion in the world, thereby making it exceptionally difficult to brew. You already knew this of course as it had all been detailed in the days readings. Not only would it make someone obsessively in love, but it also had an addictive scent, changing to fit what one was most attracted to. Now that was all well and good until one was covered in it.

Originally, you figured that all would be fine. Enzo profusely apologized, quickly following up with a joke about how “at least you’ll smell nice for once.” But oh how right he’d been. It started with students accidentally bumping into you in the corridor as you went from class to class as they subconsciously leaned in to follow the alluring scent. A minor inconvenience you thought. (Although you did have to choose to ignore that third year almost getting impaled on a statue’s sword because he wasn’t paying attention after you passed.)

But then Cho and Marietta couldn’t stop leaning in to get a whiff of the scent all throughout the start of charms, causing Flitwick to continuously shoot concerned glances at the three of you. You eventually caved, moving quickly and silently to the back of the class room where Enzo was sat with the rest of the Slytherins. As soon as he saw you making your way over, he leaned over, whispering something in Daphne’s ear beside him. She gives you a quick look of knowing pity before moving into the empty seats usually claimed by Theodore and Matteo who were, unsurprisingly, still no where to be found.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry,” Enzo mumbles, at least having the decency to look embarrassed as you plop into the seat beside him.

“This is horrible! I did not need to know that Marietta’s amortentia smells like bloody Cormac McLaggen or whatever his name is,” you hiss in response.

Enzo lets out a quiet chuckle, sneaking a quick glance at your house mate.

“Hey,” he whispers after a moment, “What do you smell anyway? You must be going mad having that stuff all over you.”

You shoot a glare at your friend. You had a sinking feeling he already knew, considering he had been poking fun at you for weeks. You shudder remembering all those disgusting kissy faces Enzo had been making at you from across the library just last week. Bloody bastard was fishing for confirmation. Maybe if you ignore him, he’ll simply go away you think to yourself. Enzo however, takes your silence as an admission of guilt, a grin spreading across his face.

“I knew it. So tell me y/n, what does dear Theodore Nott smell like? Cigarette smoke? Hippogriff dung?” He snickers.

“He is my best friend, Lorenzo,” you whisper, giving the boy beside you another withering glare.

Enzo’s face falls at this.

“I’m your best friend.” He grumbles.

“I don’t know why. You’re mean to me,” you reply with exasperation.

He immediately perks up again at this, giving you a slight nudge.

“So I’m right? You do like Theo?” He asks excitedly.

“Enzo, I will avada you, and make it look like an accident,” you hiss in response.

“Come on, y/n, I’m your best friend, you have to tell me these things,” he pouts.

“Oh really? Like how you have to tell me about how you’re probably smelling Daphne’s shampoo right now? Or is it her lavender perfume?” You ask innocently, batting your lashes.

Enzo goes beet red at this, gesturing wildly at you to lower your voice.

“Hush woman! She’s right there!” He hisses.

You say nothing, only giving him a triumphant grin before turning back to Flitwick to try to salvage what few notes you’d been able to take down that lesson.

The final straw occurred during ancient runes when poor, unsuspecting Hermione sat down behind you and asked with a look of bewilderment if you had been showered with Draco’s cologne that morning. Her look of absolute horror only grew as you told her of your distressing situation. You thought she might faint when she realized that Draco had been within earshot and now had a shit eating grin on his face. With a sigh of defeat, you give Hermione an apologetic smile before deciding it was time to turn in the white flag of defeat.

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief as you finally come to a stop outside your common room door. You then frown, realizing you had in fact, made it to your common room door.

“What makes a raven like a writing desk?” The metallic voice of the Ravenclaw common room door asks, springing to life.

This putrid, skanky little-

“You wouldn’t want me to shove either of them up your ars-“

A low whistle catches your attention before you’re able to finish cursing out your common room’s door thoroughly.

“Whoa there feisty, let the eagle be,” Theo’s voice laughs as he steps into view.

The strong scent of roasted coffee beans and smoke that had been burning your nostrils all day hits you once again like a ton of bricks. Giving the eagle another withering glare, you turn your full attention to the looming threat approaching. You would sooner throw yourself off of the astronomy tower than let Theo know that your amortentia smelled like him. Someone had to keep the boy’s bloody ego in check.

“Full offense Theodore, I’ve had a horrendously awful day today, and I really don’t have time for whatever nonsense you’re about to start.” You say with a roll of your eyes as you cross your arms at the boy in front of you.

Theo laughs again, mirroring your movements as he leans against one of the pillars lining the halls.

“Poor principessa. Have a hard day in classes without me?” He asks with a smirk.

You scowl in response. It didn’t help that you had, in fact, missed the brunette’s comforting, albeit annoying, presence all day, but you weren’t about to admit that.

“Now that you mention it, I didn’t even realize you were missing. What snake hole did you slither off to today?” You ask, the lie sliding easily off your lips.

Theo cocks as eyebrow at that but leaves it be.

“Matteo wanted to ditch, had to baby sit. Make sure he didn’t get into too much trouble. You know how it goes,” Theo replied shrugging his shoulders. “And what’s a pretty little witch like yourself doing skiving off class?”

Theo takes another step forward.

“Don’t come closer!” You yelp before you can stop yourself. You had no interest knowing what Theo would smell if he got close enough. He frowns at you however.

“And why not?” He challenges, taking another step towards you. This boy really did not take well to being told what to do.

“I- I smell. Really bad. Had to leave class, I just- ya know, smelled, so bad” You splutter, mentally kicking yourself. Who says that in front of the guy they like? Why were you like this?

Theo’s thick brows shoot up at your declaration before he takes a final large step towards you and leans in, pressing his hand against your forehead before moving it down to feel your cheek.

“Y/n are you ill? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey? I can walk you there if you’d like.” He says, any bit of snark his voice previously held long gone.

“I’m fine Theodore, really.” you say, batting his hand away.

“Are you sure?” He asks, looking at you disbelievingly.

He leans in again and takes in a whiff of your scent and you immediately tense, freezing where you are. God damn it. His brows furrow.

“Y/n, you smell perfectly normal, maybe a bit stronger than usual, but definitely not bad.” He says, looking even more confused.

Before you’re able to fully process the words that just came out of Theo’s mouth, Enzo and Pansy come barreling down the hall towards the two of you in a fit of giggles.

“Y/n! y/n, you know I’m sorry, really I am, but if dousing you in amortentia is all it takes to get Draco and Granger to make complete fools of themselves in front of each other, I’d do it again!” Enzo exclaims between breathy laughs. “You haven’t seen ferret boy run past, by chance, by the way have you?

“Sorry, amor-what now?” Theo asks, blinking as he purses his lips.

You look between the three of your friends in alarm, praying no one mentioned anything after Theo had just announced that you smelled perfectly normal to him.

“Oh, you’re going to wish you were there! After you left, Draco was so pleased with himself. Looked like a kid on Christmas. Kept trying to flirt with Hermione until she finally sent a flock of doves to run him out of the classroom! Professor wasn’t too happy bout that one. Let us go early to find the blonde loon,” Enzo says, completely ignoring Theo’s question.

“I’m sorry, amor-WHAT?” Theo asks again, louder this time.

You feel yourself cringe.

“Amortentia.” Pansy snorts. “Do try and keep up Teddy.”

“This is what you get for always skiving off class with Matteo,” Enzo adds, nodding at the boy as if he were his disappointed mother.

“Mhmm. Enzo totally floozied over y/n’s potion this morning. Blew it up all over her and she’s been having people wander up to her to take a sniff all day.” Pansy tells him with a sniff.

Theo blinks again before slowly meeting your eyes as what he said only moments earlier begins to sink in. Pansy, ever the cunning witch, was lightening quick to catch on.

“Speaking of which, I am suddenly so interested in what exactly it is that you smell, dearest Teddy,” Pansy says as her eyes flicker between the two of you, a mischievous grin growing on her face.

Theo scowls at the nickname.

“Campfire.”

“Old parchment.” You say in unison.

Pansy smirks.

“Do you smell that Enzo?” She asks, making a show of sniffing the air around her. “I think I smell- a liar. Or two.”

Enzo only snickers as he eyes the both of you up. He knew exactly what you had been smelling all day and you begin to feel panic rise up in your chest. You send a menacing glare his way, daring him to open his mouth.

“Come on Pans, I don’t think Draco and Granger are the only ones who’ll be chatting up tonight,” he says finally.

Glaring at the pair’s disappearing backs, you once again turn slowly back to the problem at hand.

“Soo,” Theo starts at the same time you blurt out,

“This is entirely your fault.”

Theo’s mouth drops open, and he has the audacity to look offended.

“How do you figure mi amore?” He asks.

“You’re supposed to be my partner in potions, but you weren’t there today, so I had to work with,” you shudder, “Enzo.”

Rolling his eyes at your dramatics and giving you a small smile, Theo lets himself relax, leaning on the wall as he towers over you.

“Enzo isn’t so bad,” he says, slowly bringing a hand up to rest on your waist, gently moving you towards him. You pretend not to notice, taking a small, nervous step forward.

“He singed off Matteo’s eyebrows last year. The year before that, he didn’t realize there was a difference between fire flower and fired flour, and his potion melted through the floor. I heard a Puff call him Slytherin’s Seamus,” you retort. “Do you realize how bad you have to be at something to get made fun of by a Hufflepuff?” He snorts at that, cocking his head in agreement.

“Well I’m sorry alright? I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’ll have to. I have to go in again to remake the potion. Don’t want that bad mark on my grade.”

Theo only hums at this, as you’re finally standing nose to chest with him, forcing you to tilt your head up to still see his face.

“You really do smell nice,” he murmurs, pressing his nose lightly into your hair.

You make a face before nuzzling into his chest to hide the redness growing on your cheeks.

“I’m not talking about this in public. I simply refuse,” you say, trying to melt into him from pure embarrassment.

Theo looks down at you with a devilishly handsome grin before turning back to your long forgotten common room door.

“Hey, open up. She technically answered your little riddle earlier,” he tells the door.

The eagle grumbles something unintelligible as it starts to life again.

“I can always melt you down. I’m sure you’d make a great piss pot,” Theo threatens, going to pull out his wand.

The door swings open rather violently and you’re pretty sure you can hear a rather colorful string of curses come out of the eagle’s beak as you make your way inside. Having been there a thousand times before, Theo easily leads you to your shared, but thankfully empty, dorm room, closing the door behind you.

“You really don’t get along with that eagle, do you principessa?” He asks, throwing his shoes off and making himself comfortable on your bed like he usually did.

“Like you’re any better. You just threatened to turn it into a chamber pot,” you retort, falling easily back into your usual banter. This was fine. This was safe.

Theo only raises a brow at you.

“The blasted door is still mad at me for making a ur mum joke when it asked me if a chicken came before the egg in front of a bunch of second years.” You admit, letting your arms fall to your side.

Theo lets out a loud laugh at that shaking his head and extending his arm for you. You walk carefully towards the bed before hesitantly accepting his invitation. It’s not that cuddling with Theo was something unfamiliar to you, as much as you were hyper aware of the slightly awkward tension between the two of you that wasn’t usually there. You slide your shoes off as well before curling up next to him and laying your head on his chest. The two of you lay in silence and you slowly let your eyelids flutter shut, lost in the feeling of Theo’s chest rising and falling.

“You know. You still haven’t told me what your amortentia smells like,” Theo says, finally breaking the silence as he gently brings his hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

“Take a wild fucking guess,” you murmur, refusing to open your eyes and determined to get further lost in his warm touch.

He only hums in response, continuing to comb his fingers through the soft locks of hair.

“You know when Enzo asked me if I smelled you today, he thought you’d smell like hippogriff dung,” you say eventually.

“Fucking tosser. What did that git smell? Wild lavender?”

“And Daphne’s shampoo.”

You feel Theo snort as if he expected no less of your ever romantic best friend. Silence once again rolls over the both of you as you absentmindedly play with the edge of his shirt, rolling the soft fabric between your fingers nervously. The quiet begins to feel suffocating, so you open your mouth to speak, but Theo beats you to it.

“Champagne. And that perfume you always use. With the little white flowers. Lilies of the valley, right?” Theo says.

You open your eyes to look at him in confusion.

“That’s what you smell like.” He says, carefully running his hand down your spine, sending a shiver through you.

“I smell roasted coffee. And smoke. Not the fire-y kind though. The kind that sticks to your clothes cause you refuse to quit smoking.” You respond, looking into his eyes warily for his reaction.

Theo only smirks in response, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

“Aw mi amore, I’m what you’re most attracted to?” He asks, the teasing bait evident in his voice.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks as Theo gazed intently down at you in his arms.

“Shut up Theodore. You sure know how to ruin a moment,” you say, once again burying your face in a chest.

You feel his chest rumble with laughter before his hand snakes it way up to your chin, tilting your head up and capturing your lips with his. His lips are softer than you imagined as he moves them gently against yours. You let a soft gasp escape and Theo pulls you closer, gripping your waste tightly, and shifting you on top of him, deepening the kiss until you’re both left gasping for air.

“Was that more of what you had in mind amore?” He asks with an innocent smile, looking up at you with what you could only describe as his best baby seal eyes.

“I mean, you were definitely significantly more shirtless when I imagined it, but I can settle.” You joke.

Theo’s eyes darken however, and he lifts you as if you weigh nothing, flipping you over so that he now hovered above you, your back pinned against the bed beneath you. With one swift movement, Theo pulls his shirt up and over his head before lowering himself back down, his chest now pressed against yours.

“Better?”

You can’t help but laugh at the boy’s determination as your eyes shamelessly take in the lean muscle and tanned skin that was current above you.

“Theodore, as much as I enjoy this, you have to put your clothes on. Cho or Marietta could walk in at any time,” you tell him as you begin to make soft circles across his waist line with your thumbs, admiring the boy in front of you.

“Mm. You mouth is saying one thing, but these,” he says, placing his hands over yours, “are saying something else entirely.”

You roll your eyes, pulling your hands out from under his and handing him his discarded shirt.

“One kiss?” He asks, looking at the shirt as if it had mortally offended him.

“One kiss.”

He leans down, once again capturing your lips with his, but with more intensity this time. You feel one of his hands brush your waist as his thumb pushes up under your shirt, the rest of his hand following soon after, gripping tightly at the warm skin beneath. You let out a breathy moan when he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip, and he takes it as an invitation to let his tongue explore the rest of your mouth.

An awkward cough shakes you from the haze and you look up, over Theo’s shoulder to see Cho standing guiltily in the doorway.

“Sorry,” she says, looking literally anywhere but you and the shirtless boy above you. “Bad time?”

You cover your eyes in embarrassment, feeling heat once again rush to your cheeks.

“What did I tell you!” You groan, letting your head fall back onto your mound of pillows. Meanwhile Theo has a much too self satisfied grin across his face.

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𝙅𝙅𝙆 𝙈𝙚𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙫 𝘼𝙡𝙩 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠 ♡

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NURU MASSAGE ft. Choso Kamo x Reader m.list

summary: Choso has stamina for days but needs to work on his endurance and you know the perfect way to achieve that.

cw: nuru, edging, dirty talk, cockrings, femdom, slight masochism/sadism a/n: My fav anon, 🪞 anon, requested a list of JJK Men Fav Alt Fuck Kinks (non vag penetration). Love the idea but I'm pretty busy so going to release these one by one when I find the time. I will update the ask as an m.list for it soon. wc: 2.3k slightly black fem coded, no descriptors

Recently devirginized Choso who is still working on his endurance but has plenty of stamina. He cums quickly but recovers just as fast, fucking you and himself into repeated overstimulation until you are both delirious.

By the end of the night you are a sticky fucked out mess. Choso spurts out more buckets of his cum inside you than your poor pussy can hold to the point you are questioning the limits of your birth control, not to mention washing your sheets daily.

However, you know something needs to be done when no amount of aftercare can stop his cum from still oozing out of you at work during the day. You quickly realized you needed to pack an extra change of panties with you as the ones you have on are guaranteed to be completely soiled by lunchtime.

For the sake of your cunt which had turned into a storage well for Choso’s cum and your overwashed bedding and undies that had begun to fray, Choso needed to build some endurance. You knew the perfect way to accomplish that.

That’s how Choso realizes how much he loves nuru massages.

“Y/N, baby, p-puh-lease! L-Let me cum!”

Choso lay whimpering beneath your naked oil slicked body as you slowly rocked your hips on top of him, yet there was no penetration this time.

This was his endurance training.

Choso’s cock was being compressed between his stomach and your cunt as your folds had parted wide to spread over his sizable girth. Your swollen clit drags along the length of him while your tits glisten as they jiggle temptingly in his face like a treat.

You smile down at him sweetly with half-lidded eyes and shake your head no.

Choso doesn’t hold back his whines and cries of frustration at you denying him.

Perhaps you were enjoying the desperation of your half-curse boyfriend withering under you, painfully hard and vulnerable, a bit too much.

You reasoned this was for his benefit just as much as yours while you savored the intense heat of his arousal under you that sent tingles all over your body causing your heart to race with excitement.

Choso on the other hand was biting his inner cheek so hard he almost drew blood.

Honestly, he had never been this hard before.

He surely would have long already spilled a load of creamy white fluids all over his taunt abs from just your bare pussy rubbing on him like this. Yet he couldn’t reach the sweet ecstasy of release due to the tight cockring currently around his girth.

If the torture of you grinding on him wasn’t enough, Choso wasn’t even allowed to touch you as you had his arms restrained overhead. The cute skull charms dangling from the fuzzy black cuffs on his wrists clink together every time he strains against his bindings.

You both knew he could break out of them faster than you could blink. But he promised you he would be a good boy.

However, that still didn’t stop him from begging.

“S-shit-shit baby– Fuck! Let me touch you Y/N, pleaseee! I’ll make you feel so good princess, wanna make you feel so good on my cock.”

You hum out a moan, the rolling of your hips never faltering, as if you were seriously considering his request before your lip slightly curls up.

“Mmm but Cho baby, your cock is already making me feel really good. Ah there! You’re holding back so well like you promised. This is hard for me too, you know.”

You gave him a small look of frustration but it was obvious to him just how much you were enjoying this.

Almost reaching your next high, you couldn’t keep up your weak charade long at all. Your eyelids fluttered and you threw your head back as you picked up the pace bouncing on top of him.

You had cum once already from teasing Choso like this and it was torture for him to play such a passive role. Much preferring to shower you with his affections, he really struggled with receiving, especially given these circumstances.

But promising you to be a good boy, Choso can only watch helplessly as you rut your body, that was divinely perfect in his eyes, against him while your hands roam to grasp and knead your tits.

Something you knew he would quite literally murder to do right now.

Panting rapidly and voice quivering, tremors run through your body as you gush all over on his cock.

A strained cry comes from Choso as he swears he could have busted a nut right then from the feeling of your slicked sweaty thighs shaking and your warm release flowing over his pelvis. The sight of you cumming so hard from just rubbing against him with that dazed look on your face was so fucking sexy and was pushing him beyond his limits.

Barely a minute goes by though before you resume your grinding causing Choso to hiss and throw his head back in defeat.

You weren’t completely lying before though about this being hard for you. Although this was immensely pleasurable it was nothing compared to the feeling of Choso carving his thick shape into your tight cunt and the more you teased him the more you ached for it.

“H-Hear it Cho? How much you just made me cum?”

Of course Choso heard it, the messy squelching sounds of your pretty pussy smacking down on his throbbing cock were the only sounds louder than his whines. The lubricant and his precum mixes with your essence still steadily seeping out of you causing your movements to become sloppy as you slither against him, digging your nails into his sides for leverage.

Choso’s resolve was rapidly crumbling as he started bucking his hips up.

You couldn’t have him breaking so soon though.

You both had decided with his high stamina he should be able to endure you cumming 3 times before he did so he had to last a bit longer.

Even knowing this it didn’t stop the pained sob elicited from your boyfriend when your hips came to a stop.

God, Choso is so fucking baby girl all cute and needy.

The training purposes of your actions were quickly pushed out of your mind as you only wanted to see his handsome face contort, his nose scrunching ever so slightly as he pleaded you for mercy.

Choso could use the safe word if it was really too much but you knew he wouldn’t anyway, Choso was a bit of a masochist when he was in this state.

Your long manicured nails raked red lines along his torso as you sank yourself down flush onto his body.

The moisture easily allowed you to glide your hardened nipples over his as you settled on his chest, continuing to tease him massaging your nipples over his own.

Choso didn't know how much more of this he could handle before snapping and just fucking you, especially now that your perky tits joined with your velvety cunt in the assault against his body.

FUCK!

He definitely wasn’t prepared for you maneuvering yourself a bit higher so his bulbous tip hooked under your clit before sliding back and teasing against your hole.

You paused to press his angry leaking cockhead ever so slightly over your entrance letting him momentarily feel the way your pussy flexed for him, crying more fluids as your cunt tried to suck him in fully, before you pulled away.

You gave him no reprieve as you repeated the seductive movements over and over.

Choso’s mouth parted in a half pout, his bottom lip trembling with furrowed brows and glassy eyes that threatened tears as he gripped the cuffs causing the chains to bend almost snapping in two.

You knew how much you were stressing your poor sweet boyfriend the fuck out. He was a trooper for lasting this long but you knew he couldn’t much longer.

That didn’t mean you weren’t going to enjoy every second of it until that happened.

“You’re doing so well baby girl, gonna let you cum soon, kay?”

Choso blushed hard at you calling him baby girl.

He wanted to hate when you called him that, much preferring your moans of ‘Daddy!’ beneath him since it made him feel like he was the one taking care of you.

Nevertheless, his intense desire to please and obey any request you gave him activated when you so possessively referred to him as your ‘baby girl’. He felt so unworthy of you at times and the fact you even wanted to take care of made him love you so much more, even if he had already made a promise to himself to be the one to take care of you.

“C-cum with me this time Choso, you’ve been so good for me baby girl.”

You praised him again as your own vision became hazy and you pushed past your fatigue as you clung to him. Your bodies so soaked with the cocktail of sweat, oil and fluids has you now digging your nails into his back just to stay on.

Capturing his lips in a kiss and swallowing his moans, you reached down to remove the binding on his cock. Choso had grown even bigger around the ring and you had to give a good tug even with the lubricant from your bodies to get it off of him.

No sooner than finally freeing Choso from the confines of the sillcone cockring did all the tension in him finally explode.

You felt his cock thrash against you, toppling you into your own delicious orgasm as his entire body and its appendages involuntary twitched and quivered. Moaning loudly Choso violently came, spilling the largest thickest load you’ve seen from him yet between your heaving bodies.

After a couple minutes you raised your head to look at him. Choso had snapped the chains of his confines in two, yet the cuffs were still around each of his wrists akin to a bracelet. His large hands covered his face and he struggled to steady his still erratic breathing.

When you see fat tears roll down the corner of his eyes a bit of guilt hits you as you wonder if you pushed him a bit too far this time. Wanting to comfort him with some aftercare you will your exhausted body up to retrieve a warm towel.

However, no sooner had you sat up did Choso’s hand catch your wrist in a vice grip hold stopping you.

You whipped back to see Choso had sat up as well. He still hadn’t fully caught his breath though and a hand was still over his face.

“Awe baby girl. I’ll be right back to cuddle you Cho, ok? Just going to go get us a towel.”

“No.”

The cold empty reply sent chills through you.

You quickly realized he wasn’t clinging to you now for comfort.

You swallowed hard as the hand covering his face slowly descended to reveal the expanded barbed vertical blood lines over his eyes that were piercing into you like a starved animal staring down its next meal.

Shit. Choso was a pretty easy-going guy but you always knew he meant business once he had activated Flowing Red Scale.

Before you could even form the words you felt your back hit the mattress and just as quickly he was on top of you. Gripping the fat of your thighs he slides your ass flush to him as his hands trail up your sore legs to force them back to your ears.

Your eyes rolled back and you choked on a sob when he pushed all 8 thick inches of his dick into you all at once, bottoming out in you with a single thrust despite the tight squeeze. Choso grit his teeth, still hard even after cumming that much didn’t mean he wasn’t still sensitive but he didn’t care as he could only think of fucking into your creamy cunt until you were screaming under him.

Not even giving you a chance to adjust, your breath hitches and falters every time he roughly slammed his hips down on yours. The firm grip on your hips would surely leave marks as he pounded your cunt open wider. Before your mind could even process the shift your ‘baby girl’ had transformed back into ‘daddy’.

And currently your daddy was treating you like his brand new pocket pussy he had yet to break in.

“P-P-Puhleaseeee Daddy w-wait!”

He looked down on you with the same curl lipped expression you gave him earlier as moisture gathered on your lashes.

“You’ll take this dick as it comes, Y/N. S-Say, it. Fuck! Say you’ll take all of it for daddy, hm doll?”

Choso is rabid.

He’s growling down at you now and drooling as he fucks you into a stupor.

You’re babbling incoherent responses before they turn into mere gurgles as your tongue lulls out of your mouth. Seeing the drool leak outside your mouth Choso gives you a dominating opened mouth his sucking on your tongue hard and sending you towards your 4th orgasm of the night. It would not be your last.

Overall, results of his endurance training had been a success. Choso lasted much longer each round.

However, contrary to your original thoughts, this did not decrease the amount of loads he pumped into you, only extended the length of each round to nearly double of the previous times before.

This puts you right back at square one.

In fact you might be in the negative, as in the end all this resulted in was him building up larger loads, fucking his cum into you harder for longer and causing even more to spill out on your sheets as your pulverized cunt can’t possibly keep it all in.

In the morning, Choso pulls your sore and completely exhausted body even closer to him. He takes his time as he peppers your face and neck with kisses while his fingers lightly ghost over your inner thighs, still moist from the remnants of his cum still seeping out.

You’re too tired to do anything but let him touch your body the way he wants to as you fade back into a heavy sleep. You are already back slumbering by the time he lightly coos a request into your ear.

“Let’s do that again tonight babe, okay?”

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juiles · 8 months

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Summary: you’ve had adhd your whole life and have managed to keep it from your team and 2 year long girlfriends. They start to get snippy with you and when you get an injury and they find out, you snap a little.

Type: angst and fluff

Pairing: Wandanat x reader

Warnings: swearing, anger, blood, gunshot wound, fighting, yelling, argument

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A/N: so this idea was given to me by a very lovely reader and honestly i fell in love with the idea! I have ADHD and honestly it just gave me some outlet which i needed tbh.

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It had taken you 18 years to officially get diagnosed with ADHD. Your parents couldn’t have cared less about your well being which is why it took so long. You had been so shamed for the way you were that when you started with the Avengers, you just decided not to tell them. You had your coping skills and your medication. You didn’t need them to think anything less about you. The only person who knew was Cho and that was because she did your prescriptions for you.

You weren’t great at making sure they were refilled and that meant you messed up. Small things that wouldn’t normally set people off however, they were so consistent that people started to notice.

You had been dating Natasha and Wanda for a few years now and had managed to avoid them finding out so far. Perhaps that’s what had gotten you into this predicament. If you had just been honest with them, they wouldn’t have been so mean to you.

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“Really y/n?! Again?!” You flinched, hearing Natasha’s voice rise slightly as you two sat in the quinjet while Tony flew you three home. “Why can’t you just pay attention?! God damn it. You could have gotten someone killed!”

You felt like sinking into the seat and disappearing from her line of sight and not saying anything, however that made her more mad. “Really?! You’re going to ignore me?!” She stood up, her hands flying up into the air as she stomped her way into the cockpit leaving you alone to overthink what had just happened.

You had lost track of the snipper that stood on the roof of the building across from you after Tony had mentioned a helicopter near by that you ALSO needed to keep an eye on. You couldn’t keep an eye on both but felt bad so instead of mentioning it to them, you tried to do both and in the attempt, last track of both of them. Luckily, Natasha had gotten the intel quick enough that the three of you were able to get out unscathed. Now it was just having to listen to them both bitch about your mistake.

Once the quinjet landed, you slowly grabbed your things and trudged outside, hoping to have Wanda comfort you but much to your dismay, Natasha had gotten to her first and as soon as the brunette landed her eyes in you, she instantly started berating you for being so careless and “how dare you be so risqué about Nattys life!”. This wasn’t the first time they had yelled at you. Last week, after a mission, the two of them ignored you for 3 days because of an accident you had. This time, instead of taking it, you trudged your way inside and instead of turning left and entering the bedroom the three of you shared, you went up 3 more doors and opened the door on the right to reveal your bedroom.

A room you hadn’t stayed in, in years due to moving into the shared room. You closed the door and threw your duffel on your bed and with a groan, you hauled ass to the bathroom to strip out of your suit and get in the shower. The warm water felt nice against your dirty skin and you relished in it however, the feeling only lasted a moment before you heard a door open and Natasha and Wanda were barging into your room causing you to get out of the shower and change into some spare clothes.

“Seriously y/l/n. That was a really reckless mistake that could have caused a life!” Wanda ranted storming into the room as you opened the bathroom door. “What if Natasha had gotten shot?! Huh?!” The guilt that already gnawed slightly at your stomach intensified as you ducked your head squeezing your eyes shut. “I would have NEVER forgiven you if something had happened to her! Do you understand me?!” You nodded softly before Natasha grabbed the witch’s hand.

“Come on love. Let’s go have a shower hmm?” She said, loud enough for the words to sting you. “I don’t want to see her face right now.” With that the two left, slamming your bedroom door shut, causing you to jump. You stayed in your room for 2 days after that. No one except Pepper cared enough to come and check on you. The woman had been bringing you food, which you barely touched and reminded you to sleep.

On the third day, Fury came knocking and told you that you had a mission and to be in the jet in 15 minutes. You stuffed your duffel bag, threw on your suit and slipped your way to the jet, managing to avoid your angry girlfriends.

The mission, which was supposed to be an easy single person intel recon, turned into a 3 day stakeout where you ended up getting shot in the shoulder at the end right before escaping. Upon your return, you were whisked away to the medbay where Cho, Natasha and Wanda were waiting. The latter two, with angry looking faces. “Come on Y/l/n. Let’s get that stitched up hmm?” Cho said guiding you to sit down as you actively avoided the assassin and the witch standing beside you.

“Where the hell were you?! You didn’t tell anyone you were gone y/n/n! What if you died?!” Wanda said, fear and anger etched into her features.

“It was stupidly reckless y/n.” Natasha said, her face her normal calm facade.

Cho sent the two looks to shut up as she finished stitching you up. “I’m assuming since you were gone for three days that you didn’t take your meds so when you take them tomorrow, remember you’re going to have side effects okay? Also, you need to come and get a refill soon.” Cho said softly to you as she finished up the bandage.

Your eyes widened and your head whipped up to look at her before quickly stealing a glance at the two avengers frozen beside you. “M-medications?! Side effects?!” Natasha stuttered out. “What is she talking about detka?”

Chos eyes widened commically as she looked at you. “I thought they knew! I’m so sorry y/n/n!!” the doctor rushed out. You simply shook your head and muttered an assurance that it was okay before she skittered out the door. You slowly stood with a grunt and brushed past your two girlfriends with the intent to head back to your room to clean up. They followed behind you, scrambling with their words before you quickly stopped and turned on your heel with an angry look on your face.

“Shut up!” You seethed at the two who froze and stared at you wide eyed. “God for once just stop. Not that it’s any of your business but i have ADHD. A pretty severe case and Cho does my meds for me. All those “stupid little reckless mistakes” were caused by something i have NO control over. You two couldn’t have given two shits about me for the past 5 days so why the fuck would you care now?!” You felt all the anger in your body start to boil up. “FUCK!” In a state of anger, you turned around and punched a hole in the wall beside you which caused your knuckles to start bleeding however, it seemed as if you didn’t even notice as you continued to punch the wall with no thought to your safety at all.

The girls were in a state of shock for a moment before Natasha grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you away from the wall, Wanda using her powers to hold your hands still. “Baby stop! Stop! You’re hurting yourself!” Wanda said walking towards your angry looking figure, your eyes narrowed on her as she reached her hand up and cupped your cheek which seemed to snap you back to reality. “Take a deep breath my love. Just take a moment okay?”

Your eyes filled with tears as you stared into her blue eyes then turned to face Natasha’s green ones. “I-I’m sorry… i’m sorry i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so angry. I c-can’t always stop it.” You muttered pulling your hands to your chest. “Without t-the meds I-I don’t have good control of my emotions… they-they feel like they’re trying to rip through my body…” Wanda merely hushed you as Natasha pulled your shaking form into her body, being extra cautious of the now open and bleeding wound on your shoulder.

“No detka. We’re sorry. Were sorry we couldn’t help you and instead just got angry with you…” Natasha murmured into your hair. “Why didn’t you say anything…?”

You merely shook your head and clutched to her shirt with your bleeding hands as your body began to rack with sobs. “Shhhh… you’re okay malyshka. Let’s go to our room hmm?” You nodded softly as the two lead you into your shared bed and settled down, with you curled up between them. You sat and cried for a while before the sobs turned u to sniffles and Wanda pulled away causing you to whimper.

“I’m just getting the first aid kit my love. We need to restitch your shoulder and bandage your hands okay? I’ll be 2 minutes.” With a kiss pressed to your forehead, the witch shot off and was back in less than a minute with a full first aid kit in hand. You were shifted to be leaning into her warm body as Natasha started cleaning you up. The three of you sat in silence as this happened until you were all bandaged up and securely back in their arms.

“I’m a burden…” You whispered softly. Wanda went to say something but got stopped by a look from Natasha. They knew you needed to get it out. “I’m a burden and weak and stupid. That’s what they called me…”

“Who detka…?”

“My parents… kids at school… teachers…. I was never good enough and when i turned 18 and finally got diagnosed with ADHD it made sense to me but i feel this gnawing shame in my stomach. A shame that was shoved in me from birth. That who I am is nothing more than a burden and no one should have to deal with me. The meds help a lot… i appear almost normal. Those times the boys have jokingly told me I’m annoying and it seems like i have a big reaction to it is because it’s my biggest fear. That my family will leave me again, that everyone i live will get bored with having to help me with everyday tasks and leave me alone again… I know i can be a lot sometimes. I know i can be stand off ish. But i’m scared. I can’t handle losing another family…” You squeezed your eyes shut, holding back the tears as you tried to wriggle out of the girls arms before the two pulled you in tighter and squeezed you, the both pressing kisses to your hair and face while whispering assurances to you.

“No baby. You are not a burden. You are not annoying. You are not too much. You are our perfect girl. We are so sorry we messed up but you need to know that you love you with everything in our hearts and we NEVER want you to be alone again or feel like you’re weak because you’re so strong.” You scoffed lightly rolling your eyes at Wanda’s words.

“You are y/n. You are so strong to be holding all of this to yourself and not be able to tell anyone else but never again okay? From now on, Wanda and I will be here for you. To support you and love you and care for you. In the ways people should have when you were little.” Natasha said, with a finality in her tone and a kiss on your head, making you believe she was telling the truth to some extent.

Of course it wasn’t perfect after that but they kept true to their word. Everyday, the would remind you of their love for you in the small things. They would make sure you had taken your pills and eaten more than an energy drink with them. They would leave kisses on your head as you walked past. They set reminders on their phones to remind you that you had a load of laundry in or that you had said you would do the dishes. Small things to remind you that they will fight by your side through it all. While they may have seemed insignificant to the others, you knew how much these small things meant and you cherished them all.

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winterarmyy · 8 months

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An alternate ending of Thin Walls, Thin Lines.

Note: Basically the smut content no one asked for our fuckboy!bucky in 《 Thin Walls, Thin Lines 》. So read it first for context! (if you haven't already)

Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)

Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.7k++

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, lil bit of angst, cunnilingus, finger fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, squirting, cum eating, needy bucky, an absolute filth and i'm sorry for bucky's behaviour in this one, he is just a horny mf on a daily basis also I just want to warn you about the sinful things he might say in this.

P/S: I don't know what to say. I love the fluff ending from the original version, but this... this ending. Even if i feel like it's a messy writing. but pheww. You can just tell why I refused to choose and ended up doing both.

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A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.

But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"

And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.

Would he? Take advantage of her?

Of course not. But will he lie just to tease her? Yes. He would. "Maybe. Only if you let me." He shrugged.

And that made her blooming feature fell into a gloom. As if she was having a chaotic crisis within the pretty little troubled head of hers. Y/N didn't want whatever he was suggesting. She wanted more than a brief fling; more than a casual situationship.

Because she loved him; truly. It wasn't just a passing passion, or an accidental chemistry.

Seeing the frown on her face and the panic spiralling in her eyes, Bucky chuckled as he knew she was taking his joke way too seriously, "Okay, how about I let you on with a little secret?" He suggested.

It perked her interest that Y/N simply nodded to his offer. Bucky smiled as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of her ears whispering a shocking confession.

She wasn't even high from any medication that Dr. Cho had prescribe to her but she couldn't believe what she heard. Her widen eyes questioned his smug smile hovering over her. Until she sneakily pulled the pillow next to her and threw it to his face.

Y/N kicked the blankets and changed into a sitting position, "Urghh you're such a dick, Bucky! I can't believe that I let you make fun of me!" She said with a biting tone.

"But, I'm not though?" Which only triggered her to smack him more with the pillow she was holding. Soon, the silent room were filled with the sound of her angry groans and Bucky's hearty laughter that cascade into a muffled chuckles.

The moment Y/N let her guard down, Bucky quickly stole the soft weapon from her and reclarified his confession, "I'm serious. I've been in love with you for awhile now." It's not she was blind; she saw no lies in his eyes and there was nothing but truth in the gentle of his voice.

She squinted her eyes into a glare and folded her arms across her chest, "Well, you have a rather funny way of showing it."

Bucky only smile to her snarky remarks, his hand finding hers to pull her closer, "I think I made it clear with the endless flirting that you have been blatantly rejecting, doll." He placed her perfectly on his lap, rubbing his big hands on her small back.

Y/N scoffed, "The only thing that was clear from that was how badly you wanted to get in my pants." Despite her objection, she let him pamper her body with his touch.

Bucky grinned, "And I do. But, only because I love you."

When she caught his gaze, she knew there was something magical about it; she have read so many books and poetry describing the look of his steel blues. A look that she can only dream of and not experience it; and if she was to make it come true, then this would be it.

Bucky moved slightly forward to nudge the tip of his nose on her own, hands intertwining with her shaky ones, silently asking for a permission to kiss her.

If she wasn't too focus on his presence on her skin, she would've noticed how the blood rushing to her cheeks were making her blushed in red. It felt good, it felt right.

Y/N gave her answer by leaning her forehead on his and he didn't waste any time to capture her lips, pressing an innocent kiss against it as his flesh hand gripped on hers while his metal hand find her cheek.

Soon enough the surrounding air heated and Bucky managed to slipped his tongue into her parted lips, his tongue wrapped around hers as her free hand reached back to gather his hair in her grasp. As they were blinded in sight by their closed eyes, they let sensory of their body ravel in each other's touch.

Out of instinct, her hand pulled from his back, then resting it on the prickly surface of his jaw before slightly pushing him away. Bucky took the cue and broke the kiss, "Babydoll." His hot breath blew against her cheek as he lean his lips on it.

Y/N realized what she had done; she let him kiss her, touch her but what does this mean? "I..I.." She hesitated.

"You're okay, y/n. Tell me to stop. Tell me to fuck off. It's okay, you can tell me anything." Bucky coaxed softly as he held her closer.

"I want this. I want you, Bucky. But... how can I trust you?" She really do. But, some part of her still reluctant to his history, "You've been sleeping around with those girls for months. Almost every night." Bucky cringed to his own behaviour. "How do I know it? That I'm not becoming one of them? That I'm not just some fucktoy you're gonna use and toss after?" She didn't care if she sound desperate. She needed him to be true because she know this won't work if he isn't willing to.

Bucky breath caught in the middle, as he knew that even the sweetest words won't satisfy her worry, so he only told the truth, "You have been the only one I wanted, y/n. And I know words aren't enough convice you. So let me show you, baby. Let me make love to you until you see how much I truly love you."

And he indeed fulfill his promise on that.

Bucky took his time undressing her until she was bare as the day she was born. He took longer time kissing her skin, loving each part of her perfect body and a much more lingering kisses around the bruises from today's mission.

Now that her pretty little cunt was right in front of him, exposed and bare, he wondered if this was all just a dream. Because it felt like it. No matter though; he'd devour her just the same whether she was just a creation of his dreams or his actual reality.

Bucky pressed several kisses on her clit, leaving the wet kissing noises filling the quiet room. He brought his tongue out slowly and started to lick her up; just to have a taste, "So pretty." he purred in between licking her fluids, teasing her. "So perfect." His fingers went to spread her lips apart and she made a strangled noise when she felt his long wet tongue, flattening through her folds, "Fuck." she cursed.

And after the first taste of her, Bucky realized how greedy he was getting especially when delved right back into her. "Bucky..." she whimpered his name as his warm lips wrapped around her clit, lewdly sucking on as if it was a tasty strawberry flavored sweet, just to release her moments after. He chuckled and slurred against her wetness, "Love the way you moan by name, sweetheart. Need to hear more."

His hands had moved from her waist to her hips in effort to pull her closer. If Y/N had anything to speak up in response then it was too late to say out loud because her head was swiftly wiped clean the moment his lips press into her clit again.

Bucky's grip on her thighs were almost harsh, just to keep her legs spread wide open for him to suckle on her clit, flicking his tongue over it deliciously. Looking down, she can only see the dark mess hair bobbing between her legs as he eats out her needy little cunt.

Y/N's mind was cloudy with ecstacy and pleasure crawling through her with each flick of his warm tongue between her folds. When it felt too good, she couldn't help but to catch his soft hair, holding on for her dear life as he devoured her cunt; noisy and messy.

"So fucking good, doll." He grunted into her weeping pussy, low and sensual as he pushed her legs further, allowing himself more access to her sweetness. "You taste so good."

Unbeknownst to her, Bucky was also enjoying every moment of this. Each time he moaned and groaned into her pussy, was the also time he thrusted his own needy cock against the mattress. The tip of was leaking with so much precum that it had left a wet stain behind.

With him getting that desperate, it felt like he was about to bust his nuts at any given time. But he wanted to wait; at least until Y/N gets her first high of the night. When his slick tongue deliciously fucking her pussy, exploring inside her, litters of curses of his name escaped from her lips as she moaned.

His wet tongue explored her insides as they clenched with lust and she choked out of air, not sure of how much longer she could take it because there was no way to deny it, she was about to cum, "Fuck,, Bucky. I'm cumming,,"

Bucky hummed into her when he pulled his tongue out, switching to rubbing on her clit, up and down, all the while was chasing his own orgasm, frantically humping on the bed like a rabid dog in heat.

Y/N gasped when he alternate between to sucking her clit and licking her up. Her back arched, pushing her cunt further into his hungry mouth in hopes to reach her release, "Please, please, don't stop.. need it, Bucky. Oh fuckkk"

Both of his hands; flesh and metal, slide up to grab her hips, helping her to grind on his tongue until her wetness came leaking out into his mouth, right on his tongue. Bucky came right along with her, grunting needily as the pink tip of his cock spurted out ribbons of his cream on in her mattress, marking his territory.

Bucky continued running his tongue up and down her wet slit throughout her orgasm, lapping away at her release that leaked out then gulping it down his throat as he watched her sighs with content.

When he pressed a soft kiss against her puffy, oversenstive clit, she thought it was end of it. But she couldn't be more wrong. The moment Y/N felt his metal finger trailed along her inner thighs, she knew that he wasn't satisfied with just eating her out.

She yelped when Bucky swiftly pulled her down, until her ass slides through the mess he made earlier, "What...?" Y/N herself didn't know what to ask but he knew exactly how to answer, "That's my cum, babydoll." He swiped some of the fluid from the sheets and smeared it on her throbbing cunt, making her instinctively moan.

Bucky smirked, "Eating your pretty pussy made me cum so hard, doll." With hunger in his gaze, he watched how his mess of a cum made her cunt glisten even more, "And because of that you deserve a reward, don't you think?" She whined as she nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, you do. You deserve to get your tight hole fucked by my metal fingers, don't you?" He continued to draw tight circles on her clit while his middle finger glides through her slit until he found her entrance, and pushed it in.

Y/N's head jerked up to the sudden intrusion. It was cold and reached much deeper than any of her fingers before. When Bucky twisted and curled the metal within her walls she cried out of pleasure. It was such new sensation and so fucking good.

A sudden entrance of another finger making her squeal from how sensitive her insides were to his metal fingers. And it made Bucky so full with pride to see her bending her back, her hips quivering, her walls tighten; all for him, "You can take it, sweetheart."

There was no such thing a pause when Bucky finger-fucked her hard; with his flesh hand pawing at her breast. He had his eyes locked on to the way her eyes roll back, panting breaths through those soft lips of hers, while his fingers drilled her tight pussy over and over and over, "That's it, that's fucking it baby. Such a good girl for me." He praised.

Endless moan were filling the room, along with the squelching sound of her wet cunt getting pounded mercilessly. Y/N lifted her hips higher; the feelings of Bucky's fingers inside her was different than her own. The stimulation and pleasure coming from his ways were distinct; like how the tip of his finger hits her unexplored g-spots or how his thumb pressed and twisted on her clit.

Bucky managed to pull the most sinful and desperate noises from her, "I-I’m going to cum,," she whimpered, hands balling into fists on the bed sheets as her hips followed his thrusts. "Yeah? Already, doll?" He taunted as he rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger.

Y/N nodded eagerly in between her moaning mess, before she let out high-pitched, satisfied whimper of his name as endless of fluid squirted out of her overstimulated pussy. "Oh fuck babydoll." He groaned as watched awe at her gushing cunt. "Did you just squirt? Hmm fuckkkkk, you should've done that when I have my mouth on you, baby. Shit."

Bucky scoot back to leaned his face right in between her legs. He darted his tongue out before he licked and suck the remaining fluid leaking out of her, making her squirm and whimper. And the slurping sound coming from him was such a sinful thing to hear, "Taste so good too. Gotta do that again next time, sweetheart. I wanna drink it all." he proposed.

"But now I need to be inside you." Bucky's declaration were cut short as his mouth captured hers in a heated kiss.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue as she kissed him back passionately, her body burning from all the pent-up frustration she had been pushing back for months. Bucky broke the kiss after a few mind-numbing minutes, before his hungry lips roamed around her neck, hands trailing over every part of her exposed skin as her heart rate spikes

"Need you, babydoll." Bucky groaned as he pumped his hard cock with his hand, spreading his dribbling pre-cum around his thick length. She whined as he gripped her legs, spreading them as wide as they'll go before rubbing the head of his cock against her slit.

He leaned again to kiss her one more time before sliding inside, slowly. "Oh god," Y/N moaned as she burned deliciously around him while he spreads her open.

Bucky's hands moved up find the crook in between her waist and hips, settling his veiny hands to the shape of her curves. His hips pounded into her, getting faster and harder with each thrust. As Y/N began to wrap her legs around his waist, he grabbed them and pulling he flused against his hips before he continued drilled his cock into her pussy.

The sensation was a combination of pain and pleasure and she feel as though she's in heaven. "Faster," she cried out.

"Look at you. You're so wet for me, doll. Feels so good around me--" Bucky's voice breaks into a groan as his hips meet hers, "--It's like your pussy was made for me. Gotta let me have you everyday now that you're mine, right sweetheart?"

"Mmmmhnn" she moaned; things took a turn when she clutched around him harder, it was abnormally tight as if it was trying to milk him right there and then. Bucky couldn't help but to groan in pleasure to the new sensation, "F-fuck" he cursed.

It took his less than a minute to figure out the reason why. Bucky smirked sinfully, "You like it when I talk dirty to you?" he slurred. Y/N's eyes were getting teary from all the pleasure she was feeling, from the stuffing feelings in her chest to the sensation of his hard cock thrusting in and out of her cunt.

"i- ahh I-i don't hhmmnn shit i don't know." she tried to deny him.

Bucky stopped his pace, pulled back slowly, "Really?" and slammed it back in hard, "Are you sure, princess?" He almost knocked her out of her breath.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that my pretty girl loves it when I claim her as mine while I'm fucking her tight little pussy. Does she?" Bucky's kept on slow and hard torturous thrust, it was certainly slow but oh it felt so good; especially when he was doting at Y/N like this.

Was she really a sinner? Because this felt way too good to be in hell.

"Can't speak? Come on, my sweetheart. Speak up, let me hear ya." He demanded. Bucking her hips, wanting for more, "Y-yes, Bucky. I love i-it"

Bucky groan as her walls clenched him so good. Fuck, how many times has he thought of this? Dreamt of this? Probably, countless.

"You know why I keep changing girls, doll?" He sneaks his hands between their bodies and started to rub her clit. Her body shivered to the sensation, shaking her head to the sides as answer. "Yeah,, I bet you have no idea why do you?" He taunted.

Bucky let out a satisfied moan before his thrusts started going back to it's original pace. All whilst his cock pumped into her, gradually growing more fervent, her soaking pussy welcoming him in easily. Her whines mixed with Bucky's as she grabbed on the sheets behind her.

"Because I've been moaning your name in their ears, y/n. Everytime I stroke on my cock in anything, I have you in my mind. And when I cum, I imagine your pussy milking me dry. Just like you're doing now. Fuckkk,, doll, just like that."

Bucky's eyes that was fixated on her fucked out face since awhile ago, traveled down to where they were connected. Looking at how her little pussy shallowed his dick so well make him hornier.

Y/N slightly bounced upwards, his blues eyes tended back to her breasts. He used extra strength to see how her small body shook uncontrollably every time his hips met with hers, and to see those beautiful tits bouncing around.

"Bet you have no clue how much I want fuck my baby in you, doll. Or imagining the way your wedding ring glides on the side of my cock when you stroke me in your hand."

Bucky angled her body again by throwing her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. This new angle made her eyes roll back. "Oh fuckk-- ahhh bucky,," she managed to say between his thrusts. Her entire body shaking from the tension building in her body as Bucky fucks her hard and fast, "I love you, y/n. I love you so. damn. much. I want to live the rest of my life in this cunt." He punctuated his words with hitting her sweet spot each time.

Bucky briefly threw his head back to hold back his orgasm before his hazy gaze landed on her, "Fuck doll, you look so pretty with my cock in you baby, so pretty. And we're so wet now. Hear that? Yeah, that's the sound of your tight little cunt getting wrecked by my cock. You fit me so perfectly. We're perfect." His thoughts were spilling out just as much as his precum leaking inside her.

There were tears in her eyes now, not only her walls but her whole body were stretching under him. It burned and it felt so damn good.

"Need you to cum, baby" Bucky spoke lowly, "I can feel ya, come on doll. Cum for me." He growled while continuing to pound her pussy.

And that would be the final straw for her. "fuck, yes, yes!" her voice hitched as her thighs begin to tremble around him. "...cumming. fuck, bucky i'm cumming." loud and sensual moans falling from her lips without much of an effort. Screaming out his name in pure bliss as her orgasm snapped through her high.

"That's it baby. Squeeze me so good." Bucky coaxed ever-so-tenderly, as her cum leaked around his cock and her pussy continued to milk him; begging and needing to feel his cum inside her.

"Hmm. I'm cumming, doll. Fuck,, oh fucking hell,, you're so good. Making me wanna cum, sweetheart. Where do you want it? Tell me. Where do you want my cum?" Bucky nearly whimpered as he felt his heavy balls were about to combust.

"Inside. Cum inside me," she moaned breathlessly.

Bucky almost growled to her response, "Good. fucking. girl. That's the only choice, baby. I'm gonna cum in you eitherway. Fuck fuck fuck,, I'm cumming shit take it, babydoll take it yeaahhh"

Leaning into her neck in a loud long moan, she felt Bucky's cock ached as he spilled himself inside her. His huge amount cream kept spurting endlessly, so much that it leaked out of her hole. Bucky whined as he continue to roll his hips, unable to stop humping into her stretched out, cum-filled cunt.

As he come down from the high, Bucky tried to pull out but only to be stopped by her circling her legs around him. He chuckled at her needy behaviour; as he found it quite adorable, "Want me to stay, baby?" he whispered softly and got a drunken nod as answer.

Bucky carefully flipped their position without leaving the tightness of her pussy, lying her limping body on his own. "Hmmmm" she hummed sleepily as she snuggled into his chest, eyes heavy with satisfaction.

"Yeah? Need my cock to fill you up for you to sleep well, hmm babydoll?" He cooed as he grind her hips downward, thrusting his cock into her slow and gentle. Y/N whined and mumbled, "Yes, please."

Bucky smiled tenderly, "Okay sweetheart. I'll keep you stuffed as long as you need me to. Now, I need you to go to sleep, okay?" He said, getting simple "okay" from the lady in his arms. Bucky placed a kiss on her head, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as both of them got more and more drowsy as time goes by.

And at the end of this night, it was safe to say that this had been the best and longest sleep they both had since forever.

End.

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