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pucksandpower · 2 months

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Mad World

Logan Sargeant x Vowles!Reader

Summary: no matter how cruel the rest of the world may seem, Logan will always have a home with you

Logan stares blankly at James Vowles, unable to process the words coming out of his team principal’s mouth.

“I’m … I’m sorry, what?” Logan stammers, his heart pounding. This can’t be happening.

James looks immensely uncomfortable but pushes on. “Alex needs your chassis since his is too damaged and the team does not have a spare. You’ll have to withdraw from the race weekend.”

The room falls into an oppressive silence as the words sink in. Logan can feel his chance at remaining in Formula 1 next year slipping away with each agonizing second. Why is he being punished for a crash that wasn’t his fault? The questions swirl dizzily in his mind.

James regards him with remorseful eyes. “I’m sorry, Logan. There’s no other way ...”

The words hit Logan like a punch to the gut. He stares at James, numb, his mind spinning. After a long silence, he nods mutely and forces out, “I … I need a minute.” His feet move without conscious thought, carrying him blindly down the corridors as burning tears blur his vision.

Logan’s heart pounds in his chest as he rushes through the hallway, tears streaming down his face. He can barely see where he’s going as he barrels toward his driver’s room. His breaths come in ragged gasps, the weight of James’ words crushing him.

How could they do this to him? After everything?

He fumbles with the handle, finally wrenching the door open and slamming it shut behind him. Logan leans back against it, sliding down until he’s sitting on the floor. Sobs wrack his body as the reality sinks in — he’s out for the weekend because of someone else’s mistake.

It’s not fair. None of this is fair.

His career, his dreams, his entire future flashing before his eyes, slipping away because Williams can’t get their act together. Why did they even re-sign him if they have so little faith? The questions swirl in his mind, only compounded by the hurt and anger burning in his chest.

Logan stays like that for who knows how long, gasping for air between cries that feel like they’re literally tearing him apart from the inside.

He’s so consumed by emotion that he doesn’t hear the tentative knock at first. When it comes again, louder this time, he jolts slightly, raising a hand to wipe uselessly at his tear-streaked face.

With trembling fingers, he pulls open the door, and you’re standing there. The mere sight of you breaks through the haze of devastation, if only for a moment.

You step inside without a word, wrapping your arms around him, and the dam breaks again. Fresh sobs spill out as Logan crumples against your chest, clinging to you like a lifeline while you softly hush him, guiding the two of you to the couch.

You maneuver him gently until his head is cradled in your lap, your fingers combing soothingly through his hair. “I came as soon as I heard,” you murmur, voice thick with shared pain. “I can’t believe they would do this to you because of their own mistakes. It’s not right.”

Logan tries to speak, to voice the turmoil inside him, but all that comes out is a strangled, “Why? I don’t … I don’t understand. It’s not my fault, so why am I being punished?” His words dissolve into hiccuping gasps. “They must not have faith in me at all. This … this is it, isn’t it? The end.”

You shush him again, cupping his face to brush the tears away with your thumbs. “Don’t think like that. The team is the one in the wrong here, not you.”

But the storm won’t be quelled so easily. Logan sits up abruptly, putting distance between you despite how his heart aches at the loss of your touch. “But soon I won’t even be a driver anymore,” he chokes out, meeting your eyes with his own reddened, devastated gaze. “You shouldn’t … you deserve so much better than me, Y/N. Better than someone whose career is over before it even started.”

“Logan Sargeant, don’t you dare say that.” You’re on your feet in an instant, hands on your hips in a stance he knows all too well — the fierce protectiveness that still makes his heart flutter, even now. “I am with you because I love you, every amazing, incredible part of you. Not because you’re an F1 driver, but because of the person you are.”

He can only gape at you, stunned into silence by the intensity of your words, the unwavering certainty in your tone. You step closer, cupping his face again, making him meet the blazing love and conviction in your eyes.

“I don’t care if you never race again, though you know I believe in you with everything I have. I’m not going anywhere, do you understand me? We’re in this together, always, no matter what.” You press your lips to his brow, his cheeks, finally claiming his mouth in a searing kiss that leaves him dizzy. “I love you,” you breathe against his lips. “I love you so much, Logan.”

He’s dumbstruck, overwhelmed by the ferocity of your devotion, even in the face of his lowest moment. How did he get so lucky as to have you in his life? In a heartbeat, Logan is kissing you again, tears of a different kind streaking his cheeks as he murmurs the words over and over. “I love you, I love you, I love you ...”

Eventually, you guide him back until he’s lying down on the couch once more, placing a small pillow under his head. “Get some rest, babe. You’ve been through the ringer today.”

He catches your hand before you can move away fully. “Where are you going?”

The fiery look in your eye makes his stomach flip. “I need to go have a … conversation … with my father.”

Logan lets out a teary laugh at your protective fierceness — one of the many things he loves most about you. “Yes ma’am.”

Leaning down, you brush one last lingering kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

As you turn and head for the door, Logan feels his heart swell watching your receding form. For all the hurt today has brought, he knows more than ever that he’s the luckiest man in the world to have you by his side.

As Logan drifts into an exhausted doze, his last conscious thoughts are of you — his forever, his everything — and how lucky he is to have such an amazing love in his life.

No matter what happens next.

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imtryingbuck · 7 months

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Divorce Came With A Price

~ gif not mine credit goes to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: it’s been 6 months since he last saw you.

Word count: 1295

Warnings: Angst, I’m sorry. Death, cancer, suicide – please don’t read if the warnings upset you.

A/N: my mum cried when she read this.

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Part 1

It’s been 6 months since Bucky last saw you, he’s hated it. He misses you. He misses your beautiful face, the way your smile makes his heart tingle. Misses the way your eyes shines brightly when you’re talking about your hobbies and interests. Misses the feel of your soft skin under his calloused hands. He just misses the love of his life, his other half - his sweet perfect wife.

He remembers how your smile dropped as he tells you he wanted a divorce. Remembers the heartbreakingly look in your eyes as he told he’d been having an affair. That one look has haunted his dreams, his every waking moment. He can still feel the acid in his throat as he wills himself to nod as you ask that one question. Nothing more nothing less. You just wanted that one question to be answered and he couldn’t even look at you let alone answer verbally. He didn’t even know you left the house until the divorce hearing; he watched you walk away with Matt and Foggy wishing he could say something but nothing comes out. He watched as your feet falter when you see Carly. He knows exactly what you’re thinking.

But It’s over now.

It’s over now and he can get you back.

It’s over now and he’s hoping and praying that you’ll understand and forgive him.

It’s over now and he’s going to move heaven and earth to have his love back in his arms.

He finds out you’ve been staying with Matt since he broke both of your hearts. How does he do this? How does he knock on the door hoping that neither one of you punches him in the face (not that he doesn’t deserve it) he just hopes you’ll listen to him.

Bucky walks into the florist to get the biggest bouquet of your favourite flowers he can get.

The skies start to turn dark even with the sun shining brightly, if he didn’t know any better he’d think it was forewarning for what’s to come.

Knocking on the wooden door it’s Matt that greats him. “What? What are you doing here” if Bucky wasn’t a super soldier he’d be scared with the tone in Matts voice.

“I-um I need to see Y-Y/N. Please”

“She’s not here. She’s not here anymore” Bucky can’t understand why Matt sounds broken.

“Well um where does she live now?” He’s trying not to stumble off his words.

“No James you don’t understand” Matt looks up towards the ceiling then continues but doesn’t get the chance.

“What do you mean I don’t understand? Matt look I know you hate me for what I did to Y/N but I had a reason, I just need to see her to explain it to her. Please Matt just tell me where she lives”. He begging and pleading and it’s clear as day in the way his voice wavers.

Matt speaks in a fast manner “Get inside before Ms Jenson comes out and complains”

The apartments a mess, there’s takeaway boxes laying around, the sinks full of pots and there’s trash overflowing in the bin. The apartment looks nothing like it did 8 months prior when Y/N and himself went round for a double date with Matt and some woman he can’t remember the name of. Matt sits down and lazily waves his arm round for Bucky to sit to.

“Matt wher-“ he doesn’t get to finish his sentence.

“James she’s gone, she’s dead.” The air is cut off. The room is spinning. His world has ended. He doesn’t know what to do or say so he stares blankly at Matt waiting for the punchline of a joke that isn’t even remotely funny. Matt understands he needs to say more so he does. “That day you told her you wanted a divorce to be with your side piece she’d been at the hospital for her results. It was cancer. Terminal. She��d been told she had about 6 months to a year left. Her insurance didn’t cover her medical expenses so she stopped treatment, I told her I would pay but you know what she’s like-was like. 3 weeks ago she made me go out on a date with Karen she said she’d be fine and made me promise I’d have a good time. I got home around 11 and went to bed. The next morning, I couldn’t hear her walking around, so I went into her room, she um she’d taken pills, enough to end her life. It was too late to do anything, they said she’d been gone for 18 hours. Id only been gone for an hour” tears stream down both of the men’s faces. Matt struggles to continues “she begged me not to say anything to you, she didn’t want to get in the way of your relationship. She thought if you knew you’d change your mind and not divorce her just because she was dying. Y/N begged me James so I couldn’t I couldn’t do that to her-“ Bucky cuts him off.

“I didn’t have an affair. I swear. Hydra was after me again and I had to divorce Y/N so she wouldn’t get hurt. I told her I had an affair so she would divorce me, I knew cheating was a deal breaker so I lied. I fucking lied and she’s dead. I lied and she’s not even going to know the truth.” He tries so hard to continue but can’t his airway is closing up. He passes out.

10 years have been and gone, the pain of losing the only person he has ever loved didn’t stop not that he wants it to. Bucky wants to remember the pain.

In the 10 years that have passed he’s visits your grave every Friday, wedding anniversary, the date you two got together, the date he proposed, your birthday and on Christmas. After the fifth year Steve told him he needed to move on, and well long story short they had a fight and Bucky cried saying he couldn’t move on. In the end everyone around him understood that he would never move on from the love of his life. He sits there no matter the weather and talks to you for hours. He told you Matt and Karen were having a baby girl, then told you they named her after you. Told you all about his cat Alpine. After every visit without fail or another thought he tells you he loves you and can’t wait to see you again.

It’s been 10 years 5 months 12 days since you passed away and Bucky’s on his way to see you.

He’s on a mission that’s gone horribly wrong he’s been shot too many times. He’s so tired and Steve’s trying to get him to stay awake but it’s no use.

“Stevie p-please stop. I w-wan-t to be w-ith my Y-Y/N I need to be with h-er” Even though Bucky gasps for breaths his voice is strong enough to let Steve and the team know that this is what he wants. Steve gives him a slow nod with tears sliding down his cheeks, he clasps hands with his best friend and keeps locked tight long after Bucky takes his last breath.

He leaves the world with a smile on his face.

You stand there waiting for him and as soon as you lock eyes with him you’re running. Jumping into his arms and before he can say anything you kiss him. Hard. After you separate you tell him you know the truth. You heard him every time he would visit your grave. You tell each other how much you love one another. You take his hand and lead him into your new life.

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maxsimagination · 1 month

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Hope you have a good day,could you do a Hayley Raso one were reader gets injured and Haley gets overprotective but after that she comes over and checks if your alright? Thankyou:)

𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 - 𝙝.𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙤

warnings: major injury (concussion, mention of blood), angry!hayley, mancity!hayley

a/n: no hate to chelsea or its players, it’s just for the fic

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chelsea vs manchester city.

the two strongest sides in the super league.

all the passion and power both teams had was coming to a head today, in the cup final.

to say i was nervous was an understatement, it wasn’t my first major game with the club but i got the jitters before every important fixture.

gareth had published the starting lineup yesterday at training, which i’d immediately looked over and noted that he’d put me in first. starting at centre back, lucky number eight.

when we arrived at the stadium, there was people all around in the stands. you could hear the crowd, not yelling, but the sheer amount of them made all the talking reverberate and was heard from the changing rooms.

eventually, we all ran out to start warm up, spending time running basic drills, gareth shouting instructions here and there, psyching ourselves up to play in our biggest game yet.

you could hear over the loudspeakers throughout the stadium, they announced each player one by one, as we each came up on the big screen. when we were called back into the tunnel, hayley came up next to me, bumping my shoulder with a grin.

“you excited?”

“yea, you could say that. nerves are buzzing in my stomach though.”

her laugh was light and sweet, her eyes sparkling with humour.

“you’ll do great. best centre back we’ve got.”

i could feel the blush spread on my cheeks. it was then that gareth herded us all in the change room, wanting to give us a pre match pep talk.

“go out there and crush them, girls. we got this.”

with one last cheer, we all walked out, the starting eleven lining up behind steph houghton, the experienced defender leading us out.

when we first kicked off it wasn’t an exciting start.

i didn’t get much ball time within the first ten minutes, kiera and georgia kept the ball up in the middle, occasionally passing back to defense who promptly kicked it back up.

chelsea’s first break came in the 25’ minute with sam kerr. she was lightning fast and had the ability to head in goals from anywhere.

lauren james had given her an amazing pass from the mid, and kerr was bolting for the ball down the left wing. i knew that jen was meant to be there, but she was too far up the field to make it back and still defend.

that’s where i came in, sliding along the grass to kick the ball away from sam’s foot at the last moment. it was a brilliant save, if i did say so myself, and ellie in goal was punching the air at my moves.

finally, we broke the stalemate, kiera landed an unexpected but amazing shot from outside the box. it was 1-0 to man city.

the whistle blew for half time shortly after and i dragged myself down the tunnel. chelsea was definitely making us work for it.

a fifteen minute break only seemed like five when we had to walk back out there. gareth had subbed hayley onto the field to play in striker, hoping we had another lucky break.

quite the opposite happened, however.

chelsea had the ball up our end, before it was tackled away; they had a corner kick. guro took that shot, and props to her because it curved beautifully. i had leapt up to header the ball away, but at the same time, lauren james was there.

her body had smashed into mine, knocking me back. however, it wasn’t the crash itself that had caused damage. when i had fallen back i was too close to the goal and my head had been hit on the metal post.

i heard the crack, and an audible gasp, although i couldn’t determine who that came from. a wave of pain consumed my body, from my head down. the first thing i did was reach a hand up to my head. when my fingers pulled away, the tips were covered in blood.

my blood.

i could barely make out what was happening around me, it was a fight to keep my eyes open and my ears were ringing, but what i did see was hayley going toe-to-toe with lauren james.

the medics had reached us then, but for me it was already too late, i closed my eyes and let my vision go black.

hayley was almost screaming in lauren’s face, this was her fault, she pushed me into the goal post and now i was unconscious. our teammates had to physically restrain her before things got out of hand. the ref handed lauren a yellow card for her dangerous play and hayley got a warning for her words.

i was stretchered off the field and taken in ambulance to the nearest hospital before the girls could restart their game.

when i woke up, the first thing i noticed was the white room. everywhere i looked there was white. then i saw hayley sitting next to me. i didn’t know how long she’d been there, but she was currently asleep in the chair so my guess was long enough.

hayley had always been a light sleeper, so when i moved my hand, it was no surprise that she woke up immediately.

“you’re awake.”

she stood up and called for the nurse. a younger woman walked into the room with a clipboard and some paperwork.

“yn yln?”

“yea-a.”

my voice was all croaky from not having spoken in a while.

“how are you feeling? took quite the fall on the pitch today.”

i didn’t have a clue what she was talking about so i just answered the question.

“my head hurts a bit. i don’t remember anything happening. what happened?”

hayley was the first to speak up this time, recounting what had happened on the pitch earlier.

“your head was whacked against the goal post.”

turns out i’d split my head open, even if it was only a little bit, and gotten a concussion.

slowly i took in everything that had happened within the last couple of hours. i didn’t say anything just say in silence trying to process things.

the nurse ended up leaving after a bit, telling me i was free to go, as long as i had someone that could supervise me for a couple of days. that left me and hayley in the room alone again.

“i was so worried that you wouldn’t remember me.”

i don’t think she expected me to answer, or even hear what she said in the first place, but i knew.

“i wouldn’t forget you, ribbons. i’d never forget you.”

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bellaxisworld · 2 months

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february 25 @jegulus-microfic prompt: invincible. word count: 713

The wind whips around Regulus with a vengeance, tugging him one way and another and pushing, and pulling, but he’s so close to catching the Snitch, close to winning this match against Gryffindor… just a few… more… moments—

“Regulus!” Sirius’ shriek forces Regulus to look up and find a Bludger hurtling towards him at an alarming rate. He turns his broom quickly, racing away—but the sound of a thud and crunch behind him steals his attention.

Fear grips him and unfurls in his chest, ugly and painful, as he sees James Potter fall off his broom alongside the stray Bludger.

The crowd gasps in unison, and Regulus thinks he blacks out for the rest of the match. James is gently carried away to the infirmary, and Regulus doesn't see or react to anything until he’s racing through the corridors, desperate to find James. He’s running through the corridors when he hears them; the whispers, the gossip, the news—

“James Potter took a Bludger to the back for Regulus Black, did you hear?”

“For Black? In the Quidditch match?”

“I heard the rogue Bludger knocked him off his broom.”

“Do you think Black planned it? Revenge on Gryffindor? Revenge on Potter?”

Regulus is seething by the time he stalks into the infirmary. He feels rage and something dangerous boil beneath his skin.

Did James put himself in front of a Bludger for Regulus? Does James have a fucking death wish?

He pushes his way past the nurse’s helpers, past the headmaster, past the gaggle of onlookers—to find James, sitting up in bed and looking grassy and battered and bruised, and Regulus’ heart constricts at the sight of him.

“James,” he gasps, breath punched out of him.

James smiles weakly at him, and Regulus feels like he can breathe again, but his chest is painfully tight, and—

“What the hell were you thinking, James?” he practically hisses, biting and clawing and begging James to tell him no, I would never jump in front of a Bludger for you. I am not that stupid. But Regulus knows James Potter is, in fact, that stupid.

“Did you purposely fly in front of the Bludger?” he can feel the anger simmering off him in palpable waves, and the audience is slowly trickling away in fear. The nurses give them privacy, and then it's just James who bears witness to the great power that is Regulus Black’s rage.

James does not look fearful. His jaw is clenched and he looks steeled. “Yes, and I would do it again.”

Surprise slams through Regulus like a tidal wave. The audacity of James Potter.

“You could have died! Do you think you’re invincible?” Regulus yells, eyes wide as terror shakes its way through his chest, his bones. James has a deathwish, surely.

James stares at him, brown eyes wide with concern. “I did it because I love you, Regulus,” admission slipping out of his mouth like a whispered secret.

The world has stilled, his rage has been tempered, and his heart is being tugged. Regulus gapes, and then he's surging forward, collapsing onto the bed and hugging James fiercely. “Do you?” he says eagerly. “Do you really?”

James wraps his arms right around Regulus. “Yes, really, love.”

Warmth rushes through Regulus like it always does when he hears James call him love. James has a habit of calling Regulus sweet names, and he melts everytime. He uses it like a weapon—when they're playfully arguing, when James wants something in particular, when Regulus is being stubborn and James knows how to wield it—he calls Regulus something sweet and he bends to James’ will in a heartbeat. Regulus loves the names just as much as he loves the stolen kisses, the whispered confessions, the hidden moments away from prying eyes. Regulus loves James in his entirety—and his heart aches and expands with the reality that James loves him, too. He presses kisses all over James’ face and James’ laugh is so bright he feels it melt away any leftover anxiety. “I love you,” Regulus says between kisses, “I love you,” more kisses, “I love you, James,” kisses and kisses and kisses. “But really,” kiss, “you idiot,” kiss, “do not fly in front of a deadly Bludger for me again.”

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itsjaywalkers · 3 months

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a lil smth under the cut for u guys <3

part 2 part 3

"Potter, if you dare to step any closer, I swear I will knock your teeth out."

Potter halts his advancement as soon as the sentence is out of his mouth, but Regulus remains tense, alert, shoulders stiff and hands itching to curl into fists. Maybe it's because he knows Potter more than enough after all these weeks of watching his matches and interviewing him after them. Weeks of listening to him brag, and taunt, and flirt shamelessly, despite Regulus always being set on retaining some sense of professionalism.

Maybe it's because of the way he smirks at Regulus' threat, or how he raises both hands in mock surrender, the gesture lazy and insincere.

Or maybe it's the fact that they're alone in the ring, even though Regulus should've left with his crew more than half an hour ago. And the fact that Potter isn't wearing a shirt, but he seems to be allergic to them, anyway, so it's not like it fazes him at this point.

That's what he keeps telling himself, at least.

"You can certainly try," Potter says with his hands still up, and offering a tiny shrug. "I don't know if I like your chances, though."

Regulus narrows his eyes. "You don't think I can fight you?"

"I don't think you can win."

He crosses his arms over his chest as he lets out a scoff, and Potter's smirk seems to grow bigger at the sound.

"And why the fuck not?" Regulus questions.

"Because I'm a professional boxer, love," Potter explains, his voice patient, but there's a certain mocking edge in his words that makes Regulus grits his teeth. "I wouldn't be where I am if someone like you could touch me."

"Someone like me?" Regulus repeats a bit incredulously. He can already feel that one vein in his forehead starting to pop out.

James chuckles, shaking his head a little. He finally drops his arms down. "You know what I mean."

"Actually, I don't. And I'm not sure I want to."

"C'mon, love—"

"Don't call me that."

"—you don't even know how to throw a punch."

Regulus blinks at him, not sure if he's heard correctly, and then he does a double take, barely repressing a derisive snort.

"Excuse me?" he murmurs. "Of course I know how to throw a punch."

"You think you know how to throw a punch," Potter corrects him, that infuariating smile still in place. Regulus is tempted to prove him how well he can actually throw a punch just to wipe it off his face.

"I mean, obviously I can't do it like you do, you're a professional athlete, for fuck's sake—"

"Oh, love, don't worry, I'd never hold you to my standards," Potter intervenes with a laugh, eyes shining with mirth. Regulus face is beginning to heat up, and he isn't sure if it's because of anger or something else. "I'm not talking about a boxing punch. I'm talking about a proper punch."

Regulus exhales loudly, fingers twitching. "Potter."

"Yeah?"

"I know how to throw a fucking proper punch."

Potter raises an eyebrow and he lets his gaze to go up and down the length of Regulus' body, slow and intentional. Regulus has a hard time not squirming, battling against his instincts to keep his face empty, to stop his thighs from pressing together.

"I bet you don't," Potter comments, once his eyes finally find Regulus' again. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't make breathing any easier. "You're too pretty to have been getting into fights."

Regulus is unable to suppress an indignant huff, cheeks coulouring at an alarming pace while his expression twists into a scowl.

"You don't fucking know me," he seethes, jaw so clenched it's slowly becoming painful. "You've got no idea of how my life looks like, or what I've done to get where I'm at."

Potter seems unbothered by the outburst. In fact, he kind of looks a little entertained.

"Maybe so," he concedes with a tilt of his head. "But I know you'd break easy."

Regulus' heart skips a beat. "I don't—"

"Just look at you," Potter goes on, staring him up and down once again. He still sounds slightly mocking, but there's something else in his tone this time. Something darker. "So fucking gorgeous. Holding yourself like you're goddamn royalty. You're feisty, and you're sneaky, I'll give you that, but you'd fold embarrisingly fast against me, wouldn't you, love?"

Regulus gulps, throat suddenly so dry it feels like sandpaper. He tries to shake his head, but his body isn't responding, and when he opens his mouth to snap back, nothing comes out of it.

"You like to act all tough and cold and as if nothing can touch you, but if I were to lay my hands on you—"

"Potter," Regulus manages to spit out, but it sounds hoarse. Weak.

"Oh, you'd break so beautifully for me, right, love? You'd put a bit of a fight at first, because you can't help yourself, and I like that about you anyway, but you'd let go at some point."

"Potter," he tries again, and it sounds a bit sharper, but still too close to a whimper for Regulus' tastes.

"I'd fucking ruin you if you allowed me to, Regulus." His name makes him tremble, goosebumps breaking into his skin, and Regulus has to bite his tongue to stop an inappropriate noise from escaping. "I know you want to. You're really fucking stubborn, and you almost fooled me that first time, that's true, but one can only keep that facade for so long. I've seen how you look at me."

"And how do I look at you?"

"Like all those girls who can't ask me for an autograph without blushing, thinking of me when they have their hands between their legs," Potter responds, gaze so intense it makes Regulus want to scream. "Like your cameraman whenever I stand a bit too close to him, always shifting his body the slightest bit so his shoulder grazes mine. Like Lily whenever I'm between her thighs, and she's begging me to let her come."

Regulus almost gasps, burning with fury but also with something that has nothing to do with it.

The audacity of this man, really. Regulus hates him. Despises him, even. Him and his absurd amount of confidence that has no business being this attractive.

It's hard to pretend to be unaffacted. To pretend he doesn't feel a stab in his stomach by that last statement, by the thought of James and Lily being together, even though it's something he's known almost since the beginning. To act like he doesn't care, like he isn't fucking aching between his legs, wet and hot and desperate.

Regulus doesn't think he completely manages it.

"You're so fucking full of yourself," Regulus grinds out, digging his nails into his arms so hard he's sure to leave marks.

"And yet I'm not hearing you deny it," Potter sing-songs, still grinning widely.

"I don't like you," Regulus insists, raising his chin.

"But you want me to fuck you."

This time, a strangled sound, high-pitched and bordering on needy, manages to slip out of Regulus' mouth, and James shows teeth, that feral light that appears every time he wins a match shining in his brown eyes.

"You wish," Regulus says, trying to save whatever dignity he has left, trying to fix this stupid mistake, this amateur slip up.

"I do," Potter confirms with ease, and Regulus can't swallow properly with the knot he has stuck in between his vocal chords.

"Shut up," it's all that Regulus can get out, which is quite pathetic, but still better than nothing.

"That's still not a denial," Potter points out, satisfaction oozing of him and making Regulus see red.

"I literally can't fucking stand you. I don't think it's necessary for me to tell you that I don't want anything to do with you," Regulus snaps. "Besides, if so many people are tripping all over themselves for you, then I don't understand why you're not bothering them instead."

"Because I want you."

Regulus actually chokes after that, a gulp of air getting stuck in his throat and his heart beating madly between his ribs.

"No." He shakes his head, furiously, desperately, and takes a step back almost at the same time that Potter takes a step forward.

"Yes," the other man presses, undeterred. "I want you, Regulus."

"Potter. Shut up."

"I can make you feel so good, love. You need to stop depriving yourself."

"Potter."

"I know you've thought about it. About me. I'm sure you're thinking about it now, about how amazing I'd feel between your legs, on top of you. Inside you."

"Potter. Stop."

"I bet your underwear is fucking soaked—"

"James."

It slips, sneaking past his lips without Regulus' permission, going unnoticed until it's too late to stop it, or take it back. He has the silly urge to cover his mouth with his mouth, as if that'd be enough to erase the word, the power and implications that name holds.

The reaction is almost immediate.

James' pupils spread out, eating at his irises at a concerning pace. Regulus is so distracted looking at them, that it takes him a moment to realise James is advancing, rushing towards him like a man on a mission.

Regulus retreats, nearly falling over in his haste, doing his best to get as far away from the other man as possible. But James is faster than him, and his back ends up colliding against one of the pillars of the ring. James has his arms bracketing his head in a matter of seconds, and all of a sudden, Regulus is trapped. With absolutely nowhere to go.

"Get away from me!" Regulus exclaims, voice all wrong and wobbly, hands coming up to push at James' chest but not daring to touch.

"Say it again," James demands, completely ignoring him.

"What?"

"Say it again."

Regulus scoffs weakly. "I don't want to."

"Regulus."

"Get. The fuck. Away. From me."

"Regulus."

It shakes him to his very core, and he's helpless to the shudder that rattles his frame, to the way his eyes screw close, so very tight his vision fills up with shiny spots.

When he opens them again, a few moments later, he ends up meeting James' hungry gaze head on.

It destroys the last of his defences.

"James," he repeats in a whisper, heat coiling in his stomach at the other man's intake of breath.

"Again," James asks, almost demands, voice low and strained.

"James."

"Again." And it's a beg.

"James."

"Yeah," the other man mumbles to himself. "Yeah."

James leans forward, and Regulus feels like he's about go into cardiac arrest until James turns his head at the very last second, mouth grazing the lobe of his ear instead of his lips.

"I'll teach you," he tells him softly. Quietly.

"What?" he asks, hardly breathing and refusing to move a single muscle.

James huffs, and it's amused. "How to throw a punch."

"My brother already taught me," Regulus retorts with a roll of his eyes. "And he's better than you."

"Was better than me," James shoots back, and despite this being a topic that usually annoys him, always getting him all petty and defensive, it barely drags an irritated sigh out of him this time.

"Winning one match doesn't mean anything."

"Except that it does."

"No, it doesn't. Sirius' been unbeatable for literal years, and he's worked his arse off to get to where he is, and you'll never—"

"C'mon, love," James whines against his ear, and Regulus has to swallow a gasp. "I'll lend you some comfier clothes and I'll show you how to stand and some tricks, make sure next time I'm being too much of a prick you can shut me up nicely. Maybe you'll even break my nose."

Regulus bites his lower lip, refusing to allow the corners of his mouth to curl upwards. "That does sound good."

James chuckles, and Regulus doesn't acknowledge the way that sounds fills his chest with warmth.

"So? Okay?" James wonders.

Regulus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Hopes he won't come to regret this, and sends a silent apology to his brother.

He opens his eyes.

"Okay."

#been thinking about them lately #and i couldn't help myself #besides i haven't written anything in like . 5 days #i was actually going insane #anyways this is severely unedited and it's almost 3am and im fucking knackered #so im sorry if it doesn't make sense #but well i tried #and i had fun which is what matters etc #boxer james agenda

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maraudersmyloves · 2 months

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That little blurb of James was so cute! Do you think maybe you could make the idea into a fic? The one where he fights the hufflepuff?

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Pairing: James Potter x reader

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, insults and Blood

Word count: 863

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

"Anything for you". :☆｡ﾟ. ───

You're wearing the dress James bought for you a few days ago and as expected his reaction was very big. He literally got on his knees and started worshipping you making sure that you felt like the goddess he believes you are. You truly feel the prettiest when James lays his eyes on you.

You feel really pretty right now. James is kissing you and a familiar warmth of comfort and love is washing over you. "You're so pretty, my love. God, i'll do whatever you want right now. Well, i always would but now especially." You giggle and give him a little kiss on the nose causing his smile to grow impossibly larger. God, you love his smile. Whenever he smiles at you he gets this little glint in his eyes and you could swear he was in love.

He gives your hips a little squeeze before taking your empty cup "Imma get you something new to drink, sweetheart." He leans in for a last kiss but it's not really working because you can't help the smile on your face. This whole day has just been so nice and you can't help but feel overly giddy. So instead he starts leaving kisses all over your face before having to part ways and leave you a blushing mess.

Today really is a good day and the music playing isn't half bad, no one has knocked into you yet except for one guy who apologized immediatly so it really wasn't bad and all of your friends have been complimenting your outfit which makes the comment you're hearing from a group of Hufflepuffs even worse. The higher you fly the harder you fall, right?

It's not even that bad, right? So you 'look like a slut', who cares what they think. You care. You really don't want to let it get to you but you can't help but try to pull your dress down and cross your arms over your chest which seems to amuse the group of six boys even more. They're all quite tall, maybe not 6'2 but a good bit taller and broader than you. And even if they weren't there are six of them and you are after all alone. You don't really think anything going to happen but you take a step back anyway as they snicker. "Ah, so now you wanna cover up, don't you? Don't try to hide that you're a filthy whore."

You really shouldn't care so you don't answer and instead turn yourself away but you can feel hot tears well up in your eyes. You force yourself not to blink so as to not let them fall down your face. You scan the room for your friends or boyfriend but nothing. James isn't at the drinks anymore but you can't see him anywhere else either. He's usually easy to spot with his bouncy energy and tall build but you can't see him anywhere. Until you hear him. "What the fuck did you just call my girlfriend, git?"

You've never heard him sound or look this angry. His eyes are squinting as if he doesn't quite believe what he just heard and his fist is balled. His other hand is carrying two drinks but he swiftly turns around, his expression all of a sudden very sweet, and asks you to hold them. The only thing you can do is wordlessly do what he says while he turns back to the guys, picks out the guy who called you a whore, and very easily punches him in the face. You hear people gasp and a circle forms around them while the other guys stumble back stunned.

All of a sudden you realize what's happening. Your boyfriend is beating up a guy. His arm muscles flex while he just lands one punch after the other. Your boyfriend is beating up a guy. He looks so angry and if looks could kill said guy would look even worse than he already does. Your boyfriend is beating up a guy except the guy is landing a few good punches too and there's blood running down James' nose. So you finally snap out of your trance and pull him off of the Hufflepuff. He doesn't back down at first and there's really not much you can do to change his decision. He's too strong for you to just pull him off. But you're trying.

"James, come on. It's not worth it," he hears your voice and it's like a switch flipped. He doesn't care about hurting him (he does a little), he cares about making sure you're alright so he lets the guy who's now also getting pulled away go and instead cups your face. He lets his eyes roam your face making sure you are not hurt as if he wasn't the one bleeding. But the adrenaline is still pumping and he can barely feel the pain for now so you're the top priority. "You okay, sweetheart?"

You can't help the little laugh you let out at that question. He's really acting as if he isn't hurt and while you appreciate the bravery you'd rather have it not happen again.

#headcanon #fluff #marauders #writing #fanfic #marauders era #harry potter #james potter imagine #james potter au #james potter headcanon #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter fanfiction #james potter x y/n #james potter x you

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entitled-fangirl · 2 months

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His betrothed. (P3)

Barty Crouch Jr. x reader

Summary: the two expand on their love while the Black brothers try to get used to it.

A/N: so sorry for the long wait! Trust me, there's more for these two!

Masterlist <3

Part 1 and Part 4

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Barty started to show up at the Black house unannounced during the rest of the winter break for a few reasons: to check on his soon-to-be bride, spend time with Regulus, and try to win over the twin's parents.

And luckily, it seemed to be working for him.

Of course, Regulus would never complain about hanging with the his best friend. Nor would he complain about said best friend caring for his sister so much.

"How is she doing?" Barty asked out of the blue.

"Oh," Regulus thought, "Um, I mean… she's okay. I wouldn't say great but, she's okay."

Barty nods, "Thought so. She in her room?"

Regulus nods, "She should be."

Barty smiles and stands, quickly leaving Regulus' room to journey towards Y/N's.

He knocked lightly, hearing rustling sounds and finally the sound of the door being unlocked.

He slowly opened the door.

Y/N was sitting cross-legged on her bed, looking down at her fingers as she picked at them anxiously.

He quickly crossed the room to her and sat on the foot of her bed, giving her enough room to not feel suffocated, but close enough to be near. "Everything alright, love?"

She sighed and sniffled lightly, "'M fine."

He leaned forward and gently lifted her head up by her chin. Her eyes met his. They were red, and tear streaks stained her face. He felt his heart drop at the sight.

His thumb lightly caressed her cheek, "How do I fix this?"

She leans out of his grip, her voice soft, "Fix what?"

"What's happened?"

She looks away from him, "Just Mum. Like I said Barty, 'm fine."

He reaches forward again and places his hand on her leg. "Y/N. How can you know to trust me if you won't take the chance?"

She scoffs, "I don't take chances."

He smiles, "I know that."

A silence falls over them for a while as they stare at each other lovingly.

"Why do you want to marry me so badly?" She finally asked.

He shrugs, "You're enchanting. Everything you do just makes me want to figure you out all the more."

She laughs, "I've heard Sirius say that to girls before. Sounds like rubbish to me."

Barty smirks and leans back, "Alright. You want the truth, love? I love the way you see the world. You see… happiness where there's darkness. You see… good in people. In things. In life. But, it's not that just that. It's that you don't know you do that. You naturally love life. It's part of who you are." He stands up and runs a hand through his hair, "And think me mad but I'd like to have some of you to myself… To have… just… a bit of your happiness. And hope that maybe… just maybe… you could see good in me, too."

She's speechless as she stares up at him. How was she to respond to that?

He takes a deep breath, "You're like sunshine, love. You… you walk into a room and it lights up. Only a fool would deny that about you. I've seen the way some of them look at you. They want to ruin you. And perhaps I will somehow along the way… but I'll try anything. Anything. To preserve some of that sunlight. As long as I can. If you'll let me."

She wipes her cheek lightly as she sniffles. Her eyes now holding their usual glow, "Barty?"

He looks up immediately, "Yes?"

She smiles, "I can't wait to marry you."

He lets out a breath. It feels like he's been punched in his gut the way his heart shifted. "I… I uh, I was gonna wait but… since I have it…"

He sits back on the bed and retrieves a box from his pocket.

A ring box.

He smiles as he opens it, "I know this is strange and… I'll give you a real proposal, I promise. But for today… maybe this will work."

The ring is gorgeous. The diamond practically glows along with its white gold band.

"Barty…" she finally says, "How… this is beautiful…"

"What do you think, love?"

…

"Merlin!" James cried.

Sirius held his sister's hand in his own with a vicious grip, glaring at the diamond in the ring that he could practically see his own reflection in.

Remus remained quiet with his jaw practically on the floor.

Peter's eyes shifted nervously to each of them in the Common room.

"I… I know this isn't what you wanted, Siri, but…" she started.

He held his other hand up to silence her, "It's not my favorite idea. But… I was wrong to take my anger out on you over it. After all, it's not your decision. It's not like YOU want to marry him."

She caught James' line of vision, clenching her jaw as their eyes met.

"No." James reasoned. "No… absolutely not."

"He asked me. And I said yes."

All four immediately stood from their spots on the various chairs and couches in the common room. Their voices all loudly proclaimed their thoughts, the sounds overlapping each other.

She involuntarily took a step back at the harsh tones of the boys.

Even Peter was voicing his opinion for once, as small and squeaky as it came.

Remus noticed the way her eyes glazed over, and he finally snapped out of it. "Hey."

No one payed attention.

"HEY!" He finally yelled.

The other boys froze, staring at the scar-ridden boy.

"Let her speak. Merlin. We're acting like animals."

James smirked, "I mean technically-"

"Shut up, James." Remus snapped.

Sirius' jaw clenched harshly. His words came out of his mouth through his teeth, "Fine. We'll hear her out."

Remus pushed them down back into their seats, "Alright, dove. When you're ready."

She took a deep breath.

"I know you don't like him because of… of… well, he's honestly quite lovely. He said the most wonderful things to me. He… He told me he loves me."

"Oh, please," James scoffed. "How could Bartimus Crouch Jr. possibly love you?"

She gasped lightly. "I… what… what do you mean?"

"What do I-" He stood, angrily walking to her. He grabbed her wrist harshly and yanked her sleeve up, revealing the fresh dark mark on her forearm, "If he loved you, he'd have never let this FILTH get into your skin."

"James… he… he didn't…"

"No, dove." He persisted, "He will never love you. Anyone with this mark on them… is filled with nothing but hate. When I become an auror, the first thing I'll do is rid the world of this shit-"

"FUCK OFF!" She finally roared.

His lips drew into a thin line initially. She never raised her voice like that. He then smirked and let his voice relax, "You know, I'm just trying to help you. Don't be such a bitch-"

Sirius immediately stood, shoving James harshly, "You watch your motherfucking mouth, Prongs."

James stumbled, thrown off by the sudden shove, "Bloody hell, Pads. I thought you were fucking angry about this, too."

Remus stood next, "Let's all just settle down for a minute."

Sirius' head jerked towards Remus, "Watch it."

Remus nodded and sat back down.

"I am angry," Sirius continued, "But I won't stand by while my best friend insults her like this. I don't want your fucking input on this, James. I thought you were my brother. But you're not family, not for this."

It felt like a dagger went through James' heart, but he wouldn't let Sirius know that, "Fine."

And he stormed up the stairs to their room.

Sirius sighed and turned back to Y/N, "I'm sorry. I've been a foolish brother. Perhaps Regulus is right about all of this."

Peter spoke up, "But I thought you said-"

"-The only thing that matters," Remus said, "Is that she chooses who she marries. Is that not what you told us, Pads?"

Sirius sighed, "Yeah. I said that."

"Well, he asked her. And she said yes." Remus pointed out.

Sirius sighed again, "I know, I know. You're always right, Rem." He steps up to his little sister, pushing hair behind her ear. "I just want you to be happy."

She smiles, "I am happy."

He nodded, "Alright. Then I'm doing my job."

…

The next morning, Y/N practically ran to the dungeons. She had agreed to meet Barty there so they could walk to class together.

He was already there, smiling as she approached.

"Good morning, love. You look beautiful."

She smiled, "You're a charmer."

He shrugged, "Only to pretty girls with dimwit brothers."

"…what?"

He sighed, "Your brother is just being a fool again."

She tilted her head, "How did you find out about my fight with Sirius?"

"Sirius?" He laughed, "No. Regulus. Regulus is being a dimwit."

"Oh," she giggled, "'suppose that's fair. What's he done now?"

"Nothing. He and I just got into a fight. Nothing serious. Shall we?" He asked.

She nodded, taking his arm as always.

…

"Y/N, listen. I gotta talk to you." Regulus pleaded at the Gryffindor table of the Great Hall.

She turned to look at him over her shoulder, "Reg? What?"

He bent down to whisper in her ear. "It's… um… something happened this afternoon. After lunch."

Remus, who sat next to her, turned to look at him as well, "What?"

"It's about Barty. Listen… this isn't easy to hear, dear sister…"

She turned in her seat to face him fully, "Where is he?"

"Well, I suspect in the library. That's where I saw him last."

She immediately bolted up and ran out of the room.

Regulus' face lost color, "Y/N!"

Sirius stood, "What's happened?"

Regulus leaned to him and whispered in his ear.

Sirius froze, "Oh, fuck."

…

Y/N ran as quickly as her legs would take her to the library.

She quickly walked past every aisle, desperate to find him.

Her feet stopped at the sight she saw.

Barty seemed to have his tongue down Andromeda Black's throat in a heated snogging session.

Y/N let out a gasp.

Barty pulled away immediately. He held a regretful look in his eyes, but his body didn't pull away, "Y/N?"

Andromeda smiled, "Oh. Hey, Y/N."

Y/N's eyes held tears as she covered her mouth to hold back a sob, "Barty… you…"

He sighed, "I what?"

Y/N let the sob go at his harsh tone, "I shouldn't have said yes to you. S…Sirius was right."

And she ran before another word could be said.

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A/N: NOT THE CLIFFHANGER! I'M SO SORRY!

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whorediaries-09 · 3 months

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this ain't for the valentines thing ur doing, but imagine all the marauders and marls, lily and dorcas going to a beach getaway and reader falling in love, fucking, and starting to date siri there? p.s this is just a thought, i'm not sure if u've seen the movie, but a plot bunny of tu jhoothi main makaar maybe??

i cannot watch a movie to save my fucking life 🙏🏽. i'm sorry if it's not what you wanted but i tried my best. (the only way i can apologize is by doing a desi reader.)

getaway car;

pairing- sirius black x desi!reader warning(s)- sexual tension, 18+ content, substances. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- finally wrote a desi reader.

the slut club

it was a perfect getaway. to escape your heavy work schedule, for a weekend vacation. the sound of the waves called you into a spectrum of pleasurable bliss. you could smell the salty scent of the waves as you neared the beach, your tires working on the gravel on the path. you envisioned peaceful scenarios, running by the beach, or soaking yourself into the calm trepidation of the waves, or licking away your favourite ice cream under the blazing rays of the sun.

moreover, you envisioned your best friend and her fiancé finally tying the knot, getting married. lily evans to lily potter, and james finally marrying his dream girl. it brought you an immense peace. the gps on your phone beeped, informing you you’d reached the hotel lily had booked for you. so, you pulled into the parking zone of the hotel.

you wanted nothing but to fall into the soft mattress of the hotel bed. it called your name, and after almost an 8-hour drive, you were certainly famished to say the least.

****

the hot water on your back had been a heavenly escape from the pain you’d been feeling. you smelled good, you felt good and fresh, and ready for bed. you were shuffling through your suitcase, trying to find your pyjamas before you heard a knock on the door. it wasn’t unexpected, but certainly a rather weird timing. you had ordered food before you had gone to soak yourself into the warmth of the bath.

you had wrapped yourself into a bathrobe before you’d gotten out, since the windows in your rooms were rather huge. and you absolutely did not have the energy to pull down the heavy curtains. you certainly didn’t want a sneak peek scenario with some creepy person, so you decided to cover yourself up with a bathrobe the hotel had provided.

tightening the rope around your waist, you opened the door. it wasn’t food service. instead, you were met by grey stormy eyes you’d been dreaming about in the bathroom. not in a very friendly way but he didn’t need to know that.

‘evans told me to check on you…you certainly look like you’ve made yourself comfortable,’ he smirked, his eyes gazing over your body. you knitted your eyebrows, cracking your knuckled behind your back.

‘don’t be an idiot. i drove for 8 hours straight up!’ you exclaimed. sirius grinned at you, and your heart panged in your chest. you wanted to wipe it off. by kissing or punching didn’t matter.

‘well you didn’t want to come with us,’

‘you know I had work.’ you dead panned.

‘pfft, doesn’t even matter,’ he walked into your room.

‘hey! privacy,’

‘i’m going to give you a massage. so you’ll put your clothes on…or not-‘

that earned him a fabric thrown at his face. unfortunately it was your underwear. you groaned as he picked it up, staring at the soft pink piece, with strawberries on it. he chuckled, seemingly amused.

‘are you going to wear that to the ceremony!’

‘sod off, doesn’t matter.’

‘it sure certainly does. eitherway you put on clothes and i give you a massage,’

you put your hands on your waist, trying to read through his act. he threw his hands in the air, silently claiming he was innocent. you were the guilty one you thought. you were the once accusing him of something. you were the one who had replayed your very dirty thoughts in the bathroom.

you still were unconvinced. it was a known fact that sirius black was a man who was walking sex. his charm and appeal could break through anything. but it didn’t mean anything. you weren’t his type, not likely. he liked fun-loving women and men, not a someone who didn’t have much of a life other than her computer and work. and he had his boundaries…he wouldn’t think of seducing you.

‘okay. i’ll put on my clothes. look away,’ you said, giving in.

‘killjoy,’ he mumbled, turning away his head.

*****

your back was splayed across the sheets of the bed. his hands roamed over your spine, putting pressure just on the right spots. it felt nice…but you certainly didn’t feel satiated. you shuffled minutely, trying to adjust yourself.

‘is something the matter?’ he asked, removing his hand from your back. you stared at him. you weren’t sure how to frame the answer without sounding like a creep, but you did it anyway.

‘i-um, will you put your hand through my clothes?’

sirius was quiet. awfully so. a subtle pink dusted his newly tanned skin, as he bit on his lip.

‘you sure?’

‘uh huh,’

he slid his hand through your t-shirt pressing on the massage points. the cold metal of his rings contrasted perfectly on your hot skin. his thumb jolted into a point on the nape of your neck. you bit your lip, breathing heavily as hotness simmered under your body. the goosebumps tickled your senses, letting out a soft moan at the relief you felt.

you were falling. falling into the natural tension aroused into the room. falling into the trap of your hormones. falling into the haze of lust and desire as he leaned closer, letting you a whiff of his cologne infused with the tobacco of his cigarettes.

his finger traced a throbbing nerve on your neck, as your mind hazed with his movement. he was so close to your face; you could see his pupils dilating every passing second. the lust of desire in his eyes grew every passing second, the grey clouds in his eyes fusing with the intense storm. you gulped as your shaky hands reached out to cradle his face, tracing his skin with your thumb. he leaned into your touch, falling closer to your face, his lips practically brushing with yours.

‘room service,’ the doorbell rang, startling the both of you. he slipped his hand out of your t-shirt, quickly leaning away from you. he jumped from the spot on your bed, putting on his shoes.

‘i- i should leave,’ he mumbled, opening the door and walking out, leaving your flustered and hot. you accepted the food, paying the man who’d broken the moment.

groaning, you pushed your face into the pillow.

****

it was a beautiful sight, the screaming oceans, the salty scent of waves. marlene and dorcas were sharing an ice cream, trying to be very calm about sharing saliva. dorcas had her book open, and marlene had her face covered with a ridiculous large hat. it was painful to see, and you wondered why they didn’t kiss already. it was peter, accompanied by remus, who voiced your thought aloud as he brought you an ice cream. you smiled,

‘thanks, pete, you’re a peach,’ the boy flushed exactly like the fruit.

‘and i’ve been wondering why they don’t kiss, already, too,’

‘i know! i looked into their horoscope, and it’s like, they’re a match made in heaven. it’s so painful to see, when they’re so obviously in love,’

‘they must be stupid or their skulls must be thick with the love they have for each other,’

‘you’re being mean,’ the tall lanky male interrupted. he was nibbling on a piece of toast smothered in jam.

‘it is what it is,’ you shrugged, peeling off the wrapper of the ice cream. you bit into it, and the flavour melted into your taste buds.

the sun shone down on the waves, burning up your skin. sirius thought you were ethereal. under the bask glow of the sun. your hair tousled with the playful wind. your skin was magnificent under the rays of the sun.

your tongue rolled on the dessert you held in your palm. he wondered how your tongue would feel upon his. the ice cream smeared upon your lips. he wanted to lick it off. it was a glowing, carnal desire which burned him from within. he wanted to succumb into the feel of your skin, the scent of your body wash, the sounds that left your pretty mouth.

so, he grabbed a bottle of sunscreen. he’d make you his, he decided. it was his mission now. the chase didn’t matter. his desire for you rooted deep within him. and he wanted you in every way possible. he craved for the feel of your skin again.

‘darlin’ you think you can put some sunscreen on me?’ he approached you. you looked at him through your sunglasses.

‘you owe me,’ he drawled. his mind wandered over to the ideas he had when he had you under him, breathing so heavy. how he wanted to rip off the t-shirt off you, stick his head between your thighs, and have you right then and there. how he wanted to taste you, consume you, make you his.

‘i do,’ you agreed. he smiled coyly, sitting on your deckchair. you sat behind him, splotching the cream on his back.

a charged silence settled between the both of you as neither of you spoke about the incident. you rubbed the cream on his back, letting yourself feel his skin underneath yours. you silently appreciated the tattoos inked on his skin. it made him appear more roguish, more charming than he already was.

you felt goosebumps on his skin as you moved to his chest, trailing down to his abs, and his happy trail. you felt his heartbeat pace as you rubbed on his pectorals. his breath heaved. he leaned back, unconsciously resting his head against your shoulder. the scent of the waves overwhelmed against the scent of his musk cologne.

he hid his face in the nape of your neck, holding your hand against his heart. his tongue prodded against your throbbing nerve. he moved his lips slowly against the skin, drawing out a hungry moan from you. you arched your hips slowly, as he slowly bit your skin.

‘you make such pretty sounds,’ he whispered. you nodded your head, slowly falling into a haze of lust again. heat pooled at your core and you bit your lip, as he slowly peppered kisses on your hot skin.

‘feel my heart? it’s all for you. all because of you,’ he says. he removed his face from your neck, nearing yours, his lips so close. the heat of the sun drawled on his tanned skin, and he smiled, almost capturing your lips with his.

he could’ve, if james didn’t throw a ball right at his chest.

‘i’m sorry pads!’ he screeched before he came running towards you and him. you scooted away from him, the instructions on the sunscreen bottle suddenly very interesting. james was oblivious to the situation.

‘kaisi ho? maza aa raha hain na yaha pe?’ he asked you. (how are you? you’re enjoying yourself here right?’)

‘shaadi tumhari ho rahi hain james, meri nahi. tum batao kaisa lag raha hain,’ (i’m not the one getting married, james. how are you feeling?’)

‘mujhe bohot… aise pyar vyar wali feeling aa rahi hain,’ he replied, throwing you a cheeky grin. (i’m feeling very lovey-dovey.)

you laughed. it wasn’t a real laugh, considering you were so close to kissing sirius. you groaned internally. the vacation didn’t even feel like a getaway to peace. it felt like a curse; now that you’d felt his lips on your skin. you didn’t think you’d be able to escape the curse.

the scent of burning s’mores filled the air. it escaped into scent of champagne and the platters of food and chatter. alice was sitting on frank’s lap, enjoying glass after glass of champagne. frank let out puffs of smoke through his lips, watching alice with a hypnotized look in his eyes. he was smitten with her, and it was disgustingly sweet. it was the same with marlene and dorcas.

marlene had decided to escape the presence of dorcas, and was now sitting beside you, roasting s’mores.

‘ugh, she’s so fine, i wanna have her babies,’ she rambled, like the raging woman she was. you wanted to slap the both of them in an aggressive nonaggressive way to get their shit together.

‘bitch, you don’t want me to slap you,’ you threatened, biting into a s’more.

‘you’re not very scary with chocolate running down your fingers,’

‘i might change my mind and slap you, marls,’

‘ouhh kinky, i like it,’

‘say that to dorcas,’

‘nahh’ you stared at her. for someone who peaked in high-school, she was very daft when it came to her feelings.

‘i’m going,’ you gave up, trying to convince her.

‘ay, don’t be gussa with me!’ (don’t be angry with me)

‘where’d you learn that!’

‘james,’ you sighed. ‘now give me some advice,’

‘okay how about, you go and kiss dorcas on her lips,’

‘fine, you’re not willing to give me some advice,’

‘then go ask peter or something,’ marlene groaned.

truth be told, you were tired of telling the either to just confess. it was excruciating. you didn’t mind speaking a thousand times through their thick if it got your friends together, but you were still flustered from the morning’s events.

as the trip came towards the end, you realized it was for your own good. the seed of desire for sirius only grew within you, and you hated yourself for it. but it didn’t matter. as long as you were away from him, you’d be able to stay away from him. now you just had to tolerate sirius in a tuxedo, and flee. you were a grown woman, you could do it…

‘hey,’ your train of thought process was interrupted by the very man you’d been thinking about.

‘can i have one?’ he seemed unfazed, as if he hadn’t spoken dirty to you in a beach full of people, leaving you flustered. you hated it. it was as if he was playing with you, getting your hormones build up, for you to jump his bones at any given moment.

you handed him one anyway. you finally looked at him. it was painful, how the flames lighted up his high cheekbones, highlighting his best features. his face was framed by his raven locks. his lips looked so supple, so kissable. you hated how your heart panged against your ribcage. his hand cradled your face, as he wiped off chocolate off your lips.

you’d much rather he lick it off. you hated the control he held over you. you wanted to punch him for making you feel that way. it was pure agony when he played with you. how he let you have a taste of himself, but never let you close enough to consume him. you hated it.

it was wrecking you from inside. you hated how he made you feel so much, yet leave you flustered, never succumbing into your desires. you hated it so much. you wanted to punch yourself for it.

sirius licked off the chocolate off his fingers, flexing his long, slender digits. he watched your eyes wander on his lips, how your throat sucked in a breath at his action. he liked how flustered you became, for someone so headstrong. so, just to play with you, he leaned closer to your face.

‘i'll always finish what i start,’

the way he said it had you clenching your thighs together.

*****

the ceremony was a blast. marlene had finally kissed dorcas. lily and james had finally exchanged their vows. the air was blooming with love and alcohol. the fireworks were beautiful, so where the pictures. remus had even managed to get one were marlene finally kissed dorcas.

it was a pleasant evening, the cool breeze flowing through the air. the music ran through your veins, and so did shared cigarettes and alcohol. while you weren’t much of a drinker or a smoker, it felt good to let go for once.

it felt like a refreshment. but the back of your mind always reeled back to your thoughts. the thoughts that told you this would end soon. it was momentary bliss after all. a temporary getaway where everyone would relax and be free from the clutches of their respective everyday routine.

‘hi, darling, what ya thinking?’ his voice like velvet. smooth and raspy it fell on your eardrums, pulling you out of your reverie. to add on, you were drunk. and flustered by the very person who was speaking to you.

‘i’m thinking if i can sneak a cute guy for a dance,’ you replied, smoothly. your lips puffed out smoke on his face, and you felt him grab your hand through the smoke. you saw the coy lopsided smile on his face as he grabbed the thin roll of intoxication between his fingers. there was something divine, and dark in his eyes as he put it between his lips, taking in a deep puff of your cigarette.

you imagine the smoke rolling onto his tastebuds, seeping through them, intoxicating them. you imagine it poisoning his lungs. your heart palpitates, your head falls into a haze as he leans in closer to your face. you feel the smoke cloud your eyesight. it’s immensely harsh, and the time seems to stop. it’s like there’s no one in the world but the both of you. hotness creeps into every inch of your body. you’re drained by it, as you fall into a spiral of lust blooming inside of you.

so, when he finally touches your lips with his, and rolls his tongues with yours, his teeth clashing with yours, you lose yourself into a haze of ecstasy. he tastes you like poison. he consumes your soul till you’re left with a meticulous heartbeat against your ribcage.

you don’t realize when you’re against the door of his room, or how you get there. you remember ravaging his lips, his touch hot against your skin. you remember how he bites your lip, drawing out blood on your tongues. the metallic taste floats and seeps like an intoxication.

your hands wrap around his neck , bringing him closer, as he stumbles, opening the door of the room. the clothes feel like a barrier against the feeling of lust he gets you high on. they’re off before the either of you know it.

so, you’re pushing his back against the mattress, straddling his waist, letting him penetrate you. he fits into you deliciously, stretching out your pulsing walls with a hot stretch that leaves you aching for more. his tip touches your g-spot perfectly, and you leave a guttural moan from the depths of your throat, rolling your hips as he gasps. his hands bruise over your hips, and you capture them, holding them above his head, trailing your lips against his neck, rolling your hips against his.

‘not so soon, love you’ve teased me for so long…’

he groans under you, pushing himself deeper into you, arching his hips. you gasp, as the trimmed edges of his pubic hair tease your clit. you knew what he wanted. it was a dangerous game, because you wanted exactly the same.

‘aise tarapte hue kinte sundar lagte ho,’ you tease, even though you know he doesn’t understand what you’re saying. (you look so pretty begging like that.) he whimpers, and you give in to his desire and touch. it’s pure heaven when you rock your hips, letting go of his hands. he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer, thrusting himself into you.

the sound of skin slapping paired with moans and gasps fills the room. you finally cave into your fantasy, letting him take control. he bruises his fingernails into your skin, and you dig your nails into his back with each thrust. it’s intoxicating; the feeling of pleasure that overwhelms you.

your souls speak, intertwine as you lose yourself into the euphoria that simmers under your delirious need. your walls flutter around him, the coil in your stomach tight. he grips his teeth into your neck; feeling your heartbeat through your artery. he consumes you completely into his touch, lets out a deranged spirit within you when your eyes roll backwards, your toes curl and your thighs shake.

you’re wordless, breathless when you finally release, chanting his name stringed with profanities, his cock still in you, as he chases his own release. he presses a hot kiss on your forehead when you clench your walls, and whisper,

‘cum for me, sirius,’

a symphony of your name and moans fall into your ears like a cacaphony before he lets go into you. his hot seed spills into you, filling you up. he’s breathless, painting you with his kisses, marking spots on your neck.

‘i told you, i always finish what i start.’

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Trespassing

Part 3

Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader

Whilst getting lost, you accidentally trespass into a mafia’s mansion and find yourself being punished by the leader himself

Warnings: Dominance, Submission, Smut, BDSM, Spanking Fingering, Bondage, NSFW, Whipping, Orgasm Control, Punishment, Suspension, Foot Worship

You were sat in the library, headphones in your ears playing your favourite music while you made notes from your textbook. The test was coming around quick, and you were getting as much studying in as you could. After the events of the last two days, you thought it was probably best not to venture out into the middle of nowhere. But that wasn’t the only reason why.

Bucky. He wanted to see you again. He called you this morning arranging a time and place for you to meet him. He was very forward about it which caught you off guard but nonetheless you were excited. Just thinking about him made you blush, and you kept your head down in the library, hoping no one would notice. Never did you think the pain and pleasure would turn you on so much. And perhaps it was Bucky's over persona, the way he was so easily able to dominate and control you with just a smirk on his lips. Hearing him call you a good girl gave you a tingle in your body you thought you’d never feel.

He didn’t want to meet you until later which is why you decided to head to the library to study. The library wasn’t busy, with only a couple of people and you sitting on the desks. The library meant you had no distractions and the music playing in your ears cut you off from the noises elsewhere.

You were so engrossed in your studying that the time flew by, so fast that you didn’t realise you were supposed to meet Bucky twenty minutes ago. You only noticed when your phone buzzed, and you saw the time. You scrambled to pack your bag, shoving your books and notes inside and the chair scraping against the floor. You didn’t even care that you were making so much noise, racing out and catching the glare from the old lady behind the desk.

The place of meeting wasn’t his mansion. It was a hotel. You ran down the streets of New York, weaving in and out of people, nearly knocking someone over and shouting a quick sorry behind your shoulder. You didn’t have time to be careful, Bucky was waiting and most likely was going to be pissed.

Finally, you arrived at the hotel. It was huge with fancy revolving doors and white marble walls and pillars. You stepped up the stone stairs, jogging inside, your trainers squeaking against the polished floor. It was very fancy. You wondered why he wanted to meet here instead of his. Walking to the desk, you waited for someone to serve you. looking around, there were comfy sofas and chairs beside a table, a bar over to one side with tall stools. The name of the hotel on the front read Vanilla. There was a sweet smell, and it was cleaned to a T.

The sound of heels clicking captured your attention, pulling you back to the front desk and a tall woman came out from a back room. She had fluffy blonde hair, long and wavy with front bangs. She had a perfect nose and glossy lips, her skin smooth and without a blemish. She smelt like expensive perfume, and she wore a black latex dress, hugging her figure, her breasts pushed up. She had long French nails, tapping them against the glossy tabletop.

“Hi there, can I help you?” she said sweetly, her teeth bright white and perfectly straight.

“Oh um, I’m meeting someone here, his name is James Barnes” you sounded out of breath, tucking a piece of messy knotting hair behind your ear.

The woman grinned at you, taking out a big book from under the desk.

“I know who you are, he’s waiting for you upstairs, just sign here and I’ll take you up” she smiled, leaning on the desk and you were slightly confused. James must have told her about you coming. You signed in the book and followed the tall sexy woman as she brought you to the lift, punching in the number for the floor.

You stood nervously next to her, her perfume overpowering you and your stomach getting tighter as you reached the floor. She led the way, her hips swaying in her dress, arms swinging casually, and you followed like a lost puppy. You reached a big door at the end of the hallway and the woman held a key card between her long slender fingers.

“You can go right in” she smiled, opening the door for you. You could already smell his cologne, drugging you. You thanked her quietly and shuffled in the large hotel room. But it wasn’t like any ordinary hotel room you’d ever see. The carpet was dark with the walls a light beige colour adding warmth to the room. there was a kind sized bed to one side, with wooden pillars and a headboard. The sheets were dark and neatly made. On the wall behind the bed, lengths of rope hung from small hooks along with belts, straps, cuffs, chains and leads. On the other side were implements. Canes, more belts, floggers, whips, paddles. There was a huge chest of draws alone one length of the room and two doors on the other side of the room. As well as the bed, there was a long sofa, a plush armchair, a table and on one of the walls was metal rings. The bed had many rings as well on the posts, headboard, and legs.

This was no ordinary hotel. You shouldn’t be surprised really. You didn’t realise New York even had hotels like this. The door shutting behind you pulled you back to reality and you made eye contact with James. He was stood by the sofa in the room, hands tucked into his dress pants. He was wearing his sleek black suit from the first time you met, his turtleneck tight around his neck but nonetheless looking like a god. His hair slightly messy with strands falling in front of his eyes.

Your stomach turned into a mixture of excitement and nerves, hands going clammy at how warm it was in here.

“You’re late” he scolded, his voice dark and deep and you bit your lip as you stood by the door.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time” you said, picking at your fingers and he smirked, giving a little huff.

“Don’t worry, you will be punished” he slowly stepped over, shoulders swaying and that made a tingle run through your body. How he was going to punish you was a mystery. He stood in front of you, towering over and you looked up with wide eyes.

“I want you to put your bag over there” he pointed to the wall on your right, and you dumped it as told, shuffling back to him.

“Now get undressed and put your clothes there as well, in a pile, folded” he ordered, turning, and walking to the wall holding the various lengths of rope. You obeyed, undressing, and folding each garment into a pile and placing it by your bag. Your body was getting more excited, tingles running through to your pussy, and you waited for James to return.

“Come here” he ordered, unravelling the rope and you padded over. James immediately started tying you up. He wrapped rope around your wrists individually tying them to a ring hanging from the ceiling above. His warm hands brushed you, sensations turning you on and making you wet. You couldn’t help but admire him whilst he wrapped rope around your body, easily able to tie a knot and giving it a firm tug to make sure you were secure. He must have been a boy scout. You made a mental note to ask him later.

To your surprise, James picked up one of your ankles, tying the rope tightly around it and pulling it so it was suspended. The feeling was odd and when he did the same to the other, you were hanging from the ceiling, the ropes pulling tightly and your body swinging gently. You felt like you were going to drop, your hands gripping the ropes above you tightly, but you were safely secured. There’s was no way you were getting out of this. You were only a few inches from the floor, but you were completely vulnerable.

James hummed softly, his hands stroking your body, feeling every inch of you, his fingers dancing over lightly and almost tickling you. you flinched and let out a giggle as he touched your sides, clearly hitting a spot that was ticklish and he chuckled evilly, digging his fingers in more, your girlish laugh escaping and fighting to get out of his torture. James pressed his lips to your ear, smirking.

“I didn’t realise you were ticklish” he grinned, and you nodded, laughing and squirming.

“Yes Sir”.

His light chuckle vibrated in your ear, and he slapped his palm on your ass as he walked over to the wall of implements. He picked up a black whip with several strands hanging from a thick handle. He held it tightly, swinging it back and forth as he walked back over to you. Your stomach tightened and your heart started beating fast again.

“First things first, do you want to explain to me why you kept me waiting twenty minutes when I specifically said to meet here at one” he scolded, circling you with the whip, trailing the strands over your exposed feet. You knew he wasn’t going to be happy with the answer but the goodness inside you made you answer truthfully.

“I-I was studying” you whispered, and James appeared back in front of you, raising a brow.

“You were studying?” he answered.

“I lost track of time; I didn’t realise what the time was and then I noticed, and I tried to get here as quick as I could” you tried to defend yourself but the expression on his face didn’t give you any hope. He hummed, looking over at your bag.

“So, your stuff is in there” he nodded to the bag, and you nodded in response.

“Hold this” he shoved the handle of the whip in your mouth, forcing it between your teeth and you gripped it tightly, watching intensely as he walked over to your bag. He reached inside, pulling out your note pad, slowly flicking through it. You weren’t quite sure what he was doing but your stomach tightened with nerves, and you wiggled your toes as you hung there.

“So, you kept me waiting for this” he confirmed, holding up your most recent notes and you slowly nodded. James smirked. Then he did it. He began ripping out the pages, each one slowly, tearing it loudly from the notebook. Your body froze as you watched him, taking every page you had written on today. And then the unthinkable came. He started ripping the pages themselves, into halves, then into quarters.

“If there’s one thing you should know about me is that I’m not a man to be kept waiting. When I tell you to meet me at a time, I expect you to and not waste my time keeping me waiting while you sit and study. Your time belongs to me” he scolded, tearing up the notes and letting the little shreds fall to the ground. You were silent, watching in horror at all your hard work falling to the ground like trash.

If you weren’t tied up, you’d have fought him for your precious notes but now they laid in a puddle on the floor, your work completely destroyed. But like he said, he was punishing you for keeping him waiting.

“Do I make myself clear?” he threatened, and you nodded quickly. He ripped the whip from your mouth, giving you a chance to swallow and you looked up innocently.

“Yes Sir” you whimpered, and he smirked, circling you to stand behind.

“Good” a sharp hit of the whip attacked your behind and you yelped at the sting. It was much more painful than his palm or the whip he used yesterday on you.

“Ahhh” you jolted forwards into your bondage, gripping the ropes tightly for support, feet wiggling to guide you through the pain. The feeling was more of a thud than a sting and the impact was a lot. But underneath it all, your pussy was dripping. Why did watching him tear up your notes turn you on so much. You spent so much time on them that to see them destroyed in a couple of seconds both made you angry and hot. It was all part of his control. And now he was whipping you with this scary implement, the strands flicking your skin and leaving your skin red and warm. A hand pressed against a sore part of your ass, and you hissed, leaning against his chest.

“I want you to thank me every time I hit you” he ordered.

And so, you did. Every smack you thanked him, your voice getting higher, gritting through your teeth as the pain was becoming a lot to handle. You gently swung in your suspended state, letting your body weight fall into the rope.

“Thank you, Sir,” you groaned, feeling the strands move to your sensitive feet. The feet were the worst and you had little room to move them out the way.

James’s cock was hardening, enjoying watching you suffer and thank him for hurting you. He was getting warm under his suit and spun you around, so you were facing him, starting to work on the front of you. The strands whipped you hard, your skin warming up and your skin stinging. You groaned, yelping with every hit but remembered to thank him. The smile on his face informed you that he was pleased, listening to you thank him for hurting you.

The last hit he placed right on your pussy, flicking the whip up and the strands just touching your sensitive clit. You screamed and a tear almost fell down your eye. James hummed in pleasure, coming over and cupping your face, pulling it up to look into your eyes, his dark blue one’s mesmerizing, You stared up at him, breathing lightly as he stroked your jaw with his fingers under your chin. Then he kissed you, lips soft and tender, his beard scratching your jaw. It sent a shock to your body and pussy,

You leaned closer into him, wanting more. The rich smell of his cologne was drugging you, causing a high. The whip thudded on the floor as he cupped your face, his long fingers curling into your hair, squishing your face as his kisses turned harder. He took your bottom lip into his teeth, pulling and letting it pop back whilst you moaned.

His lips didn’t leave yours whilst he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. He pulled away as he quickly ripped open a condom rapper, pulling the latex sleeve out and rolling it over his cock. You suddenly got nervous, watching as he grabbed your hips, pulling you closer while he lined himself up.

“Wa- wait” you gasped, and he looked down at you.

“It’s my first time” you whispered.

“I know” he whispered and pressed a tender kiss to your lips. the tip of his cock touched your opening, his hand guiding it to push inside. It was painful, like someone was ripping your pussy open. You tensed, hissing in pain as he pushed himself further in and to your surprise, he cupped the back of your neck, pressing his head to yours.

“Shhh, it’s okay” he whispered, and you whimpered, legs shaking. The pain got worse until he was all the way inside. Then he started thrusting. His big cock stretched you open. The pain was getting less with every thrust and a hot sensation brewed deep in your pussy. It wasn’t anything you had felt before and it felt so good. James supported your weight, gripping your hips tightly as he thrusted.

Your moans were non-stop, head rolling back as the pleasure was overloading your system. It was your first time and you always thought you’d save it for that special someone. And now, now you were being fucked by a ruthless mafia king, a man who on your first-time meeting punished you for trespassing on his property. James had taken eery first from you and you weren’t mad. The bondage, the whip, the sex, it was all so good, and you couldn’t help fall into a sexual high. It was clear he was experienced in this. the way he held your body, the way he thrusted his cock inside you, curling his hips up to get the maximum amount of pleasure from you. Sweat was dripping from both of you, hair messy and lips quivering with moans.

“Ohhh” you moaned, your head rocking back and forth.

“Look at me” James ordered gently, your head lifting to peak through your tired eyes, your foreheads resting together.

He gazed at you, soft moans escaping his own mouth, little strands of hair falling down in front of his face, his warm breath tickling your face.

“Oh god” you groaned as you could feel your orgasm coming. It was a numb feeling, tingly and hot and James grinned against your lips.

“I want you to ask me for permission to cum” he murmured.

“Please can I cum Sir” you whispered, and he groaned, thrusting deeper into your pussy, his cock hardening. The words falling from your lips turned him on so much and he leaned his head back as the pleasure was taking over him. James normally enjoyed torturing his girls, holding them back from their orgasm. But not you, he wanted you to cum right on his cock. If he could he’d fill you with his hot sticky cum, but he couldn’t take a risk.

“Yes, you can cum, cum for me” he whispered against your lips, and you released. Your pussy twitched and pulsed on his cock, letting go and releasing your orgasm, hitting your ultimate climax. It was heaven. So pleasurable, so hot, so erotic. Your body went limp in the bondage, and you were exhausted, body shaking from how intense it was to climax. Your pussy dripped with juices as was tender and sensitive.

James grunted as he continued thrusting, reaching his own climax. He released into the condom, spilling his seed inside you and leaning his head against yours, hard and heavy moans falling off his lips. He slowly his pace, eventually stopping with his cock still inside you.

You could barely hold your head up, his hand creeping up to look in your eyes, a tired grin flashing at you and he kissed you softly.

“What do you say?” he asked.

“Thank, you, Sir” you said every word slowly, and he moaned, nuzzling your face. He placed a final kiss to your lips before pulling out, his cock sensitive as well. Ripping off the filled condom, he threw it in the trash, shoving it back in his pants and began to unbind you. He dropped your feet slowly, sensations coming back quickly and pins and needles attacking your feet. The rope fell to the ground with a thud and when he released your hand, you fell from the loss of support. James caught you, holding you close, and he brushed your hair back.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” he whispered and picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom.

Part 4

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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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♡ try again - f.w ♡

requested by @reasontobebeautiful <3

fred weasley x slytherin!reader, pureblood!reader, platonic!sirius black x reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, swearing

sirius black ensuring fred weasley doesn't make the same mistakes he saw many war-stricken kids make

there’d been a cruel edge to his words that he hadn’t quite meant.

fred’s scathing indictment of your family wasn’t any different to the things you usually said about your kin, and it didn’t bother you for others to agree. but to be part of that perception was probably your worst fear.

you’d been so excited turning up at the doorstep of grimmauld place, suitcase in hand, bright beam gracing your face.

fred had frowned. he’d been ignoring the way your smile made him feel for a long time.

“why are we having death-eaters round for christmas dinner?”

molly had scolded her son then, “george! i mean, fred!”

he’d rolled his eyes, mumbling, “might as well get her whole family out and kill some muggles for the christmas spirit.”

it was the association. your family were one way, you must be too.

maybe that’s how it was for the weasleys, at least four generations of ginger gryffindors shooting for the stars in their respective fields. ministry, dragons, pranks, quidditch.

maybe that’s how it looked for you, at least four generations of slytherins serving whichever tyrannical supremacist reigned at the time.

you found a lot of your time was spent trying to convince people that wasn’t you. but gina lomotey, whose dad had once punched professor snape, didn’t have to walk around assuring people she didn’t attack teachers. and kosi berry, whose parents had a short lived music career, never had to explain she had no interest in singing.

reene west’s mum hijacked a broom race, ford green’s dad did a stint in muggle prison, carson denny’s eldest brother lived full time in st mungos due to an unhealthy obsession with lions.

none of them faced half the crap you did for their bloodlines.

sirius had come to see you, heard you vent about this once again.

“and it’s almost like... i mean i’m not saying you had it easier, you didn’t, it was worse for you in different ways. but, it’s like i have to work so hard to prove i don’t have my families prejudice, because i am a slytherin. you had the argument of a different house to help your case, in school anyway. but i wear the same colour robes my family did, so people never believe me.”

somehow your feelings for fred were brought to the surface of the conversation. maybe that’s what made it harder.

“i’m so tired of having to make them believe me. i’m not a bad person.”

so you didn’t grovel, and try to prove your innocence, because you were well and truly tired of being pre-judged. it wasn’t as if the two of you met on a battlefield. sirius had invited you here. dumbledore approved, he trusted you. you’d never given fred a reason to dislike you.

the boy in question, banished to the other side of the house by his own anger (and shame), was glowering at a wall.

his mum told him his response had been impolite. george told him he was smack out of line.

he knew they were right.

especially when sirius, a man fred had got on with well, had knocked on the door, greeting him with a slight scowl.

“i want you to apologize.”

no beating around the bush.

“i’m not sorry.” lie. you sound like a petulant child.

“yes you are.”

fred blinked.

“i am old enough to recognize the feelings of teenagers. i spent seven years watching my friends fall in and out and in again with love. i watched james pine for lily, i watched them fight. i watched marlene and dorcas take five years to get over their differences.”

fred jested, "sounds creepy.”

sirius smiled, but continued his story, “do you know what marlene and dorcas’ main difference was?"

he shrugged.

“marlene was a gryffindor, dorcas a slytherin, and it took them a good fraction of their lives to move past that. they died young. they spent more time denying their feelings for a school, house rivarly, than the time they got to spend loving each other. we’re approaching a war again, kid. don’t repeat their mistakes. take it from me.”

fred remained uncharacteristically silent for a few minutes, and although it was unsettling, sirius stayed. it was clear the boy had questions.

“your family were death-eaters.”

sirius nodded.

“but they rejected you, for being in the wrong house.”

“correct.”

“if... you’d been a slytherin, and they accepted you... would you have rebelled? or would you have become a death-eater.”

sirius shrugged, “i know why you’re asking, but i have no answer for you. if i was in a different house, i would have a different character, and any alternate character would mean very different decisions. all i can tell you is i know her. you don’t, yet. she is not her bloodline. she's cunning, and ambitious, but her ambition is not to participate in genocide. talk to her. you might be surprised at what you find.”

fred had made up his mind. sirius was right, and he wanted to know you. he wanted to see your stupidly pretty smile, he wanted to cause it, and he wanted to know your favourite things. he wanted to know what made you feel, what made you sleep. he wanted to talk to you.

which proved incessantly difficult, because you were avoiding him like dragonpox. every once in a while, he would catch your eye and you'd blink rapidly before looking away, fiddling with your sleeves.

christmas day rolled around a few days on, and fred still had yet to successfully get you alone. as everyone begun unwrapping their presents, he was only staring at you, waiting for a reaction, hoping you'd know the unlabelled gift was from him.

you did, eyes widening and shooting up to find him in the room, visibly taken aback.

“do you like it?” he mouthed, tilting his head as the firm grip of insecurity tightened his chest.

with your lips slightly parted in surprise, you nodded your head. the same feeling lay at the base of your heart, wondering if it was going to turn out to be a prank.

he jerked his chin towards the kitchen, question in his eyes, and tried to not take your hesitation to heart. especially as you stood up and walked his line of sight. when he was sure nobody else was paying attention, he followed you.

“hey...” he rubbed the back of his neck, the awkwardness between you heavy in the air.

but fred was fred and he still kept eye contact, a steady voice, an easy stance.

“i’m sorry.”

you shrug, “okay.”

the word is uttered so nonchalantly, as though your stomach wasn’t erupting with unruly butterflies.

“do you... could you forgive me?”

“maybe. if you mean it.”

he nodded, “i do. i’d like to know you, actually know you, not think i do.”

“i’d like that.”

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heaven4lostgirls · 1 year

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I have a Request. Best friends to lovers with James Potter. James potter stealing readers favourite shampoo. The reader notices this while she's in the shower. So angry she wraps a towel around her body and storms up to there marauders dorm with her hair soaking wet. She thinks that it was sirius who took and but she notices James in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist. Hair soaking wet. So she reaches to smell his hair only to find out that his hair smells like her shampoo

vanilla flavored love

james potter x reader

summary: request

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, mentions of castration, anger, sub!james if you squint, this isn’t proofread

a/n: ty for the lovely request! this was really cute to write and i really enjoyed it!!

you couldn’t find your vanilla shampoo, you had sworn it had been there last friday when you washed your hair and you hadn’t moved anything since so where the fuck had it gone?

your roommates and you had an unspoken rule not to move anyone’s things around considering you were all pretty forgetful of where you put them in the first place however why did you have a sneaky suspicion that sirius black was the culprit of a hair cleansing crime.

sirius had once made note that your hair had smelled nice when you were all laying down at the black lake and you had told him your mum had sent some of your favorite vanilla shampoo all the way from south africa and he had asked to borrow it sometime to which you gave him a soft no because after all it was hard to come by.

he had of course made a fuss of it but had ultimately let it go -or so you thought-.

you hastily made your way out of the shower wrapping your fluffy towel around you in a flurry of anger, you were going to make sirius orion black wish he had hair to shampoo.

in your anger you made your way to the marauders dorm where your knock harshly only for the door to be opened and a shocked remus lupin looking at your somewhat wet body clad in a towel.

he quickly averts his eyes form your exposed skin and clears his throat “uh, hey y/n, what can we do for you?”

you push past him and almost immediately the waft of your vanilla shampoo is smelt through the air, your glare intensifies as you glare at the long raven haired boy and stomp your way over to him.

peter squeaks as your almost naked body storms through the dorm before he scurries back to his bed too afraid to carry on talking to sirius.

sirius smirks as you make your way over to him but his smirk is soon replaced with a shocked look as your grasp his hair to sniff it.

“uh, y/n? as much as i love you being this close to me all wet and all, why are you sniffing my hair love?”

you sigh irritably when it smells just like his normal shampoo and fight the urge to punch the wall next to him.

“who the fuck stole my shampoo”

the boys all share a look of shock and unease, you knew they were hiding something.

“you all better tell me right now before i castrate you-“

whistling interrupts your threat as another raven haired boy makes his way out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

he shrieks when he sees you there standing in your own towel and hastily grabs his own before it falls.

“y/n? why are you here-“

you storm over to him as the smell of your shampoo floods the room and james’ face begins to look worried.

he tries to dodge your hands as your grasp his shoulders to push his head down in order to smell his hair.

that little piece of shit.

“it was you!” you accuse and all of a sudden james is flushing bright red and you’re confused.

“why’d you steal my favourite shampoo james?” you ask questioningly and sirius scoffs behind you as he complains about how you almost ‘violently attacked him over the same shampoo’

“i-uh, you smelled nice when you were wearing it so i wanted to try it? i promise i was gonna give it back when i was done!” he whines guilty as you can almost feel the pout in his tone.

you almost blush, almost.

you kiss his cheek before you whisper in his ear

“if you wanted to use it all you had to do was ask sweetheart”

james flushes and you turn to walk out of the door, james watched your ass move as you walk away and he’s sure if heaven was a place on earth this just might be it.

you throw a quick wink before walking out the door and james might as well collapse on his bed, he doesn’t hear remus and peter snorting at his lovestruck gaze and neither does he hear sirius whining about how he was almost abused by y/n because of that damn shampoo.

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 23

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

I saw the Mercedes logo and felt the jolt of adrenaline begin to fade out of my body. I put a hand on my head and sunk back against the iron gates when I saw Dr. Miller exit the vehicle.

My eyes closed and I swallowed hard. “You scared me.” I breathed the words and remained frozen in place. My body couldn't take another jolt that night. Two were too many.

My eyes opened when I felt Dr. Miller in my personal space and I accepted a quick kiss from him.

He studied my expression and his smile faded. “Are you okay?”

“Just a little freaked out,” I admitted. “I didn't think you'd be here for an hour so when the car pulled up I froze.”

“I'm sorry.” He touched my face gently.

I placed my hand over his, relieved he was there in front of me. “No, don't be. It's me. I got shaken up at school and then this.” I shook my head.

Dr. Miller’s eyebrows edged together and teased his forehead. “What happened at school?”

“Can we talk inside?”

He nodded and I could see the concern written all over his face. I turned and punched in the code fully, making the gates edge open and then pulled up the force way ahead of him.

The second we crossed in through the front door, Dr. Miller helped remove my coat from off my shoulders and then confronted me immediately.

“What happened?” He asked.

We were barely a step inside and I knew he wasn't about to let it go.

“Nothing really.” I shook my head.

“Something.” Dr. Miller put his hands on his hips in a fatherly fashion and stared at me intently.

I took a deep breath and reached for his hand, kicking off my shoes in the process. I pulled him with me into the living room so we weren't just standing in the near-dark by the doorway.

Dr. Miller gave in to my non-verbal request and trailed me to the living room. In the corner of the room was a decanter and he helped himself to his typical small pour of bourbon as he turned on a few stray lights in the process.

“Would you like some?” He offered, but I shook my head and he quickly joined me on the comfortable, oversized couch.

“It was probably nothing,” I began.

“I'll be the judge of that.” Dr. Miller sipped his drink and rested his elbows on his knees as he sat forward with his drink in between his hands. His head was turned so his eyes were on mine.

I settled back into the couch and threw a blanket over my lap. “After class I texted you back, and then I texted James. I scooted into the bathroom by the elevator before I left and someone tried to open the door to my stall. I said that I would be right out.”

“It's a multi-stall bathroom?”

I nodded. “Yeah. There's three.” When he didn't ask another question I went on. “Then the person knocked. I told them again I'd be right out. And then they started banging hard on the door and turning the handle over and over until I told them I was on the phone with campus police.”

“And then what happened?”

“They left.” I shrugged and Dr. Miller took a drink. “I texted James and he came down.”

His eyes shifted back to meet mine and he squinted hard. “Why didn't you call me?”

“You were teaching.”

“So what.”

“So.. I.. didn't want to interrupt you.”

“(Y/N), you were attacked!”

“I wasn't attacked.”

“That's..” Dr. Miller pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. He didn't say anything for a long moment.

“I'm.. I'm sorry.. I just thought it wouldn't be appropriate to call you and-”

“Appropriate?” He practically shouted the word.

“Well, we’re not exactly supposed to be together according to the university,” I reminded him just a little sternly. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Call me!” He said, rising to his feet with his arms out wide.

“And what would people think then?” I asked, challenging him.

“I don't really give a shit what people would think,” he shouted back again, pointing a finger in my direction, scolding me further. “Two women have been killed on campus.”

“I'm aware.” I raised my voice just a little.

“And you still act so..” Dr. Miller stopped himself and sipped his drink.

“So what?”

“Nothing.” He looked away.

“So stupid?” I asked, to which he didn't answer. “I called James.”

“You called James,” he scoffed with a huff of a laugh. “Your lanky, little friend who couldn't fend off a squirrel if it attacked you.”

“I didn't want to bother you-”

“Next time you call me,” Dr. Miller instructed harshly as he pinged his own chest hard with his index finger. “Me.” He shook his head and turned his back on me. I felt a lump develop in my throat and tried not to cry out of frustration. “Someone threatens you in the bathroom and-”

“No one threatened me,” I cut him off with a shout and felt my voice crack.

Dr. Miller whipped around and I could see he was prepared to continue with his rant, but he saw my damp eyes and stopped himself.

Fuck. I didn't want to cry. I felt so foolish for crying, but after being on edge twice that night and then having Dr. Miller unexpectedly yell at me over the bathroom incident, I couldn't completely hold it together.

I sniffed in and drew a hand under my eyes to wipe away the tear that fell from each. And then I didn't let any more fall. I looked away toward the windows to the right and saw Dr. Miller approach from the corner of my eye.

He set the bourbon glass down and squatted in front of me, placing his hands on my thighs over the blanket. When he bowed his head I looked down at him and let out a deep exhale.

“I'm sorry.” Dr. Miller shook his head, still eying the floor. “I shouldn't have raised my voice. I..” He shook his head and there was another long pause. “You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just..” He took a deep breath and finally looked up at me. “I don't want anything to happen to you. And something could have tonight.”

“But it didn't.”

“It could have,” he repeated. “Don't ever hesitate to call me. Your safety is my priority. I don't care about my job at the university. If someone finds out, they find out.” Dr. Miller shrugged. “Your safety is an exception to everything.”

“I didn't want to interrupt your lesson.”

“Fuck the lesson.” The stern nature of his voice returned but he seemed to reset again as he looked down and back up at me. “It was smart to call James. I'm sure he scared off whoever it was, but if you're ever in a situation like that again-”

“I'll call you,” I agreed. My eyes were locked on his and neither of us flinched for several seconds.

Dr. Miller finally nodded before taking my face in his hands. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes when he kissed me. At the same time I felt tears escape the corners of my eyes again and when he pulled back I could see the remorse in his expression.

“Don't cry,” he begged. “I'm sorry.”

I pulled him in for a hug and he buried his face in the nook of my neck. “I’ll call you next time.”

“I just don’t want to see anything happen to you,” Dr. Miller said against me.

“I know.”

When he pulled back I leaned in at the same time that he did and we shared another kiss.

“I cut my class short to come home early,” he added. “I just.. I don’t like the idea of you being here alone.”

“Here or anywhere?” I asked honestly.

“Anywhere,” Dr. Miller admitted right away. He continued to hold my stare. “Do you think someone was after you tonight?”

I hesitated before shrugging. “I really don’t know. Maybe someone was just being impatient. Maybe they had a bad day.” It was the same thing I had said to James. “It could’ve been something worse, but I don’t know.”

“Did you get a look at the person?”

I shook my head. “No.” I wish I hadn’t froze up and had it in me to look through the small space in the stall door.

Dr. Miller nodded to himself and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be sorry.” He held me against him again and I melted into him. Dr. Miller kissed my forehead. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” I told him.

He let out a deep breath against me and then toyed with my hair. I finally cracked a small smile.

“Let me make you dinner,” Dr. Miller said. “And then we can watch a little TV and go to bed.”

“Okay.”

Our lips touched again and he helped me up off the couch. I reached down for his bourbon glass and took a small sip before handing it to him. It made him smirk.

“Hey,” I remembered my conversation with Tori. “Did you pay my rent for two months?”

“Yes.” Dr. Miller said directly with a nod.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

He looked around the spacious room and then looked back to me. “Move in with me.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Dr. Miller looked at me. “You’re here all the time anyway. I know it’s only been about a month, but it’s one of those things when you know, you know. I want you to stay here.. permanently.”

Permanently. Why was I one-hundred percent on board with no questions asked - and even less questions answered?

Maybe because you’re falling in love with your hot, rich professor? I reminded myself. I truly didn’t care that Dr. Miller had money. Sure, the castle was unlike anything I had ever seen in my life and it was over-the-top extravagant. But, I would have lived in a tiny, one-bedroom apartment with him in any neighborhood, any town, any place. I was caught up. Caught up in him and his look, his personality, his sexy allure. Dr. Miller was magnetic and I was clinging to him for dear life.

“What do you say?” He asked, swirling the whiskey in this glass before taking a sip. His eyes still pierced mine as he drank.

A smile formed on my face that, for some reason, I was trying to hold back. And then it got bigger and wider and I began to giggle. Dr. Miller smiled, as I was sure he could already suspect what my answer was.

“Yes.” I laughed some more and answered again, “I say yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!”

Yes. I was moving in with Dr. Miller. And I couldn’t even address him by name. How warped. But I couldn’t deny it, I was completely caught up - and I was loving every minute of it.

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May 9; Weed

Ship; Sirius x Barty (bitchkiller)

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Sirius honestly couldn’t believe he was doing this. Going to Crouch for his much needed relaxation time. Honestly, Crouch and relaxation is the biggest oxymoron Sirius had ever heard.

But, well, desperate times desperate measures, and all that crap.

Crouch couldn’t believe it either, when Sirius came knocking out by the greenhouse, asking for some weed. It’s just that the Gryffindor guy got caught last month, slacking, smoking too much of his own supply or something. So Sirius hasn’t gotten high in over a month, and he just needs a break.

Especially from all that blasted studying Moony and Worms are doing, constantly it’s just scratch scratch scratch of quills on parchment, and flipping of pages, and humming. Oh, Sirius can’t stand the humming.

So yeah, he’s here now, getting high with Crouch because he remembered Regulus saying he delt. Because he didn’t want to get high alone, and James is on his date with Lily, and Mary’s on her date with Marlene, and Peter and Remus are studying (which Sirius would also like to dub a date since they spend all their fucking time together). And Crouch, whilst probably a psychopath, is actually funny sometimes.

Not funny in the way any of Sirius’ friends are funny. No, funny because he does dumb shit and says stupid things and Sirius can laugh at him. He honestly thought getting high with Barty would be amusing. Like a freak show or something.

But now he’s here, one and a half joints in, passing it back and forth with the bloke, and he’s actually enjoying himself. Somehow.

They’re judging people, sitting up on the stone wall and swinging their legs about, mocking anyone that walks past. They’re laughing together, not at each other, and surprisingly getting along.

At one point Reggie walked past and was instantly weirded out by them getting along, and so they both heckled the shit out of him and then spent five minutes laughing about it.

And Barty actually has some interesting things to say, and he’s much smarter than Sirius had assumed. When he popped the question as to why Barty wasn’t studying, he simply said he didn’t care, and that he didn’t study for his last exams and got full marks for all of them.

And a lot of the jokes he makes are actually quite intelligent.

And he’s not a total arsehole either. Maybe. Well, he’s definitely an arsehole, as they’re sitting here together making fun of people, but not a total dick.

He’s not being a dick to Sirius and that’s the main thing.

And he’s not bad looking. Okay, maybe that’s also a lie, he’s quite weird looking. But Sirius tends to like that. He’s captivated by his absurd lankyness, and his crooked smile, and knobbly fingers, and his scruffy eyebrows, and his hooked nose that he seemingly has had broken at least once.

And for some reason Sirius is wondering what he might look like with his clothes off.

It’s night now, and the castles dark, and everyone’s gone to dinner. Sirius is hungry, and he can hear Barty’s stomach rumbling too. They haven’t had anything to eat (besides that half packet of crisps Barty stole from a third year) since they started smoking, and are really starting to feel it.

But suddenly they’re alone, and the air is warm, and their inhibitions are lowered, and Barty’s looking at him.

He’s looking at him.

“Would you punch me if I kissed you right now?” Barty asked, catching him off guard.

“Do you want me to punch you, if you kiss me?” Sirius asked back.

Barty smirked, “Depends how mean your punch is. Promise to make me bleed?”

“I don’t want a busted knuckle.” He shrugged, leaning back against the piller.

“So you won’t punch me then?”

“I guess not.” Sirius sighed, “Are you gonna punch me for it?”

“I could.” Barty grinned, crawling over to him, “Maybe we could get into a bit of a fight.”

“You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, probably.” Barty grinned, licking up the side of his face.

Sirius smirked, grabbing his chin with rough finger tips, “Good effort, but it would take much more to disturb me, Crouch.”

“You’re more fun than I thought.” Barty smirked, “I expected you to be a party pooper like your brother. But you’re a little insane, aren’t you?”

“Darling, I don’t think you get to decide who’s insane or not.” Sirius teased.

“Piss off, fucker. Takes one to know one.” Barty waggled his eye brows, “And don’t call me darling unless you plan on wining and dining-“

“Oh, shut up.” Sirius groaned, pulling him in to kiss.

And yeah, maybe Barty isn’t so bad after all. Besides, his weed is pretty good, so Sirius is just going to come back for more, isn’t he?

#marauders rarepair microfic #may prompt #day 9. weed #bitchkiller #sirius x barty #sirius black #barty crouch jr #microfic #rarepair #marauders era #marauders rarepair #marauders

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miserable-sarah · 1 year

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You Forgot Me

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence

Summary: Bucky forgets who are after being controlled again.

“Stop it” you laugh loudly, Bucky on top of you holding you down while he tickles you, your hair is spread around the bed, a huge smile plastered on your face, your eyes shut from laughing, he loves the way your nose crinkles when you laugh. Bucky could seriously stare at you forever and find something new to love about you. “Stop, please!” You had tears coming from your eyes because you were laughing so hard. He put his arms up smiling.

“Fine, fine” he chuckles. He looks at you and you look at him. You let out a few laughs, you stared in his beautiful eyes. You lifted your hand to his cheek, his smile softened, so did yours. This is the perfect moment. You moved your hand down to his jaw. His hand moved to your hair touching it lightly. “You’re beautiful” he whispered to you and only you. He leaned down, your heart started to flutter. It’s finally happening. You closed your eyes ready for the kiss you’ve been waiting for since you met him.

“Bucky! Y/n! We’re outta here!” Sam barged in the room. Bucky quickly got off you. You sat up in bed and cleared your throat looking away. “Oh I’m sorry” Sam said walking out quickly. You looked at Bucky and laughed. The moment was ruined but you would still go for that kiss.

“Well I guess we better go” you nod feeling disappointed and walk out the room with him.

“There’s the happy couple” Steve joked. You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

“Sam” you said looking at him

“Hey I’m just telling what I saw”. He says putting his hands up. You looked at Bucky, he wasn’t looking at anyone just staring off like he always does.

“You with us?” You ask tapping his shoulder

“Yeah” he snapped out of it “yeah, nothing happened. We’re not a couple” he walks out of the house going to the ship. Everyone looks at you, you just shrug sometimes he just gets in these moods.

We all board the ship. Steve drives with Nat.

“How are you and Mr. Bucky” Sam teases sitting next to you.

“Oh stop” you push him lightly “he’s being weird, we had a good moment a perfect moment then you ruined it” you look at him, he chuckles “I mean I don’t know maybe it’s just because the moment was ruined but he didn’t say anything”

“Did you?”

“Well, no” you sigh

“Maybe you need to make the first move.”

“Maybe” you shrug looking at Bucky, he’s sitting in the back writing in a little book. You smile at him, he’s been doing really good after everything he’s been through he’s showing real progress in maintaining a good thought process. Maybe you’ll complicate things and that’s why he hasn’t made a move. Whatever the reason is you’re happy for him.

Mission went south, Bucky got taken and is being controlled again. He’s hurting people left and right. He’s been sent on you guys to stop. You almost went back home, you can’t deal with this but your team needs you. Although right now you’re getting your ass kicked. Not by Bucky a different super solider. You were laying on the ground coughing up blood.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself, you wipe your mouth and look at the punch that is coming to you. This one is going to knock you out and you know it. Steve stops it with his shield, he gets the guy. You slowly get up. Nat came over to help you.

“These guys are ridiculous” She says to you. You nod at her but you can’t take your eyes off Bucky. “Get him back” Nat pays you on the back. Everyone fights off the last solider, you ran after Bucky.

“James!” You yell, it’s dark of course. You can’t see much. Bucky stands in front of you he’s back a little. You look at him, he makes no move. “Bucky what are you doing?” You ask your voice shaking a little you know he can end you right here.

“Leave.”

“No. Not with out you” you stand your ground

“I’ll kill you!”

“No. No you won’t” you step forward. “Bucky it’s me. It’s Y/n. Don’t forget me” you feel your eyes stinging. You know he’s going to hate himself for this. “Bucky this isn’t you.”

“It is.”

“No. It’s not.” You hear him click a gun. Your breathing gets shaky. Bucky pretty much sprints towards you. You stand there ready for whatever is coming to you. He grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips to yours. You squeal and open your eyes. Bucky is kissing you. You kiss back, you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Y/n” he says resting his forehead on yours.

“You forgot me” your panting.

“No, I didn’t” he shakes his head, he’s panting with you. He looks up and sees the team. He nods to them letting them know he’s fine. He’s back.

#steve and bucky #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #Bucky Barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky imagine #marvel x reader #Bucky x reader

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stories4thepack · 7 months

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Revenge is so Sweet (Part 3)

Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: blood, violence, reader being weird/dangerous, werewolf shit, swearing (and more?)

What triggers your wolf, is not what anyone expected.

You pound at the tree, knuckles almost aching as you punch the wood. Leaving a fist sized hole halfway through it. It had taken you barley anytime to do so, your new crossbreed strength greatly assisting your effort.

“Is there a reason you are destroying yet another Oak?”

A monotone voice behind you asks. You know who it is, your friend and crush. Wednesday Addams. She was no doubt staring at the other two trees you had already knocked down with your bare hands. By the sounds of the snapping in front of you, there was about to be a third.

“Do I need a reason?”

You asked, the overwhelming emotions you had felt a while ago growing as numb as your knuckles. You don’t hear Wednesday, until she is right in front of you, grasping your hands with terrifying strength for a young girl so small.

“You need to get your act together.”

“Easier said then done.”

You hiss snatching your hands away, backing away from the girl. You watch as the mutilated trunk gives way. causing it fall away from the both of you.

”How did you know I was here?”

You question, ignoring the echoing crash as the tree hit the dry ground. “You always come here after a nightmare.”

She responds calmly, watching as you turn away with a slight huff.

“Is there a reason you followed me out here?”

You ask wiping the dirt and bits of blood off the back of your hand. You grab your new blazer off the ground, the Nevermore logo gleaming up at you in the morning sun.

“Enid wants to meet the both of us in Jericho.”

“I’ll meet you there then”

You mutter and walk away, leaving Wednesday where you left her.

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You hadn’t stepped foot in the town since you were released from hospital. You had confined yourself to both your dorm room and the woods. You were never one to enjoy silence, but now it was something your cherished.

Walking into town alongside a werewolf and a psychic was something you did nearly everyday when you were human. You had never truly noticed the looks they got.

But now you were wrapped in the revealing blue uniform.

The stares were twisted with hatred, people you once knew so well now turned to whoever was next to them, muttering your name with a forked tongue.

“Hey Y/n!”

Someone shouted, you recognised the voice and immediately spun on your heel to be face to face with your old friends, Nat and Jamie.

“Hey.”

You smiled nervously, afraid of the little comments that people whispered all around you.

“Thought you were dead! When did you come out of hospital.”

Nat asked, Enid and Wednesday both notices the way her words were spoken as if her dreams had been crushed. You tried to ignore it.

“About 2 months ago.”

“And it’s taken you this long to come back?”

James asks you, his words laced with poorly hidden venom. Wednesday takes a step forward, preparing to tear the boys throat out. A grin spread along their faces as you stammered slightly

“Y-yeah. I needed time to settle at Nevermore.”

“And how is it there?”

Nat asks, a devious glint in her eye.

“I mean, now your a Freak like your bitch of a girlfriend.”

It was a punch to the gut, the way they insulted you like they hadn’t known your for years before. The way they stared with the same hatred as everyone else. Yet what was worse, was the way they addressed Wednesday. The way they insulted Wednesday.

your Wednesday

Your heart pounds against your chest and an unfamiliar aching burns around your body. Your teeth throb, as if they were growing, curving into something monstrous.

“Watch it.”

You growl, but the words don’t seem to belong to you. They are spoken with an animalistic gruffness that makes Nat flinch back and James’ grin falter. Enid grabs your arm, sending a fake smile towards the two Normies before pulling you away.

“Breath Y/n, in and out through your mouth.”

You do as your told, slightly comforted by the grim images Wednesday describes. Enid’s familiar werewolf scent calms you slowly and she squeezes your arm, guiding you to the Weathervane while you slowly quiet the pounding of your heart. Once inside, Wednesday sits you down in a booth and leaves with Enid to the front counter. You can hear your name passed between them, no doubt worried you might shift for the first time.

You lean your head against the back of the soft chair, closing your eyes for a moment as the sound of the busy Cafe fills your ears. It’s almost comforting, the chattering and low buzzing of the coffee machines. You feel the ache slowly subside as your two (Ex) friends leave your mind.

“Well well.”

Laughs a voice behind you. A couple of low chuckles following the words.

“Looks like we have a new monster in town!”

You eyes snap open as your met with the tormentors of Jericho, the three boys who make Nevermore Students hate themselves and their kind. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Wednesday place her cups of coffee on the counter and Enid begging her to stay out of it.

“Not going to say anything Bitch?”

One of the boys laughs, his face up into yours as you try your hardest not to beat the grin off his face.

“I don’t need this right now.”

You mutter, standing to leave. One of the boys grabs you by the scruff of your shirt, his lips growing into a wicked smile.

“That’s exactly the sort of thing Tyler used to tell us, and we all know what a monster he was. “

“Do not compare her to that Killer!”

Wednesday states, causing the boys to spin around. Her face is calm, but her eyes stare into the boys soul. No doubt already figuring out a way to tear their hearts out.

“You? YOU! Are calling him a killer?”

One of the boys spoke up, obviously numb enough to forget the last time they had faced off against Wednesday. He chuckles, taking a step closer as his mate releasing your shirt.

“Because- if I got this correct. He was the one to stick his tongue down your throat. “

The boys laugh and Wednesdays jaw clenches, her eyes darkening further. Your hearts began to pound again, teeth and now your nails aching and growing into something unfamiliar.

“What? Are we wrong? You were the one to practically suck the blood off his tongue, right?”

One of the others laughs, taking another step closer so he stood beside his friend. Your began to heave, lungs feeling impossibly tight and yet like they would leap out of your chest.

Enid is at your side in a second, face in front of yours, attempting to calm your heavy breaths. The boys all turn, fear in two of their eyes. And yet, one of them seeks to win the one sided fight. And he goes and says the one thing that makes you snap.

“What? Getting upset because your crush hooked up with that murderer, that whore.”

and he pulls the trigger.

You scream as your spine snaps, falling to the floor as the cracks of your bones echoes about the cafe. The boys begin to back away as Wednesday darts to your side.

“Y/n, listen to me, breath. Ignore them. Just-“

You roar, pushing her carelessly to the side as your sight is tinted red. All you can see is the boys and all you want is revenge. For everything they have put people through. For what they put you through. For the things they said about Wednesday

Your pouncing on the boys before anyone could stop you.

(part 4 coming soon!)

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