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[idyllcy]

shoujo moments in my life with the robins

word count: 870

summary: anything is romanticizeable if you're delusional enough /j

𓅫. your crush cooking for you when you're sick - Jason Todd

Your head is splitting apart, and you think you're going to die. Sure, this happens every year thanks to your shitty immune system, but it's also NOT a fun experience. You might lose your life at this rate (you're being dramatic. you know.) but it does feel terrible. The door to your room creaks open slightly, and you manage to groan as a greeting. "You good? Heard you were sick." Jason speaks up, blinking at you owlishly. "Feel terrible." You mumble back. "Want anything?" "Sleep." You knock out immediately after. Jason, sweetheart Jason, sweet 11-year-old Jason, walks down the stairs at Wayne Manor and heads to the kitchen, asking Alfred for some fruit and tomatoes, cuts them up for you, sprinkling sugar on the tomatoes for you. Alfred looks, eyes fond as Jason takes the plate upstairs. You hear the door open again, voice scratchy as it comes out of your throat. "Who is it?" "I brought you fruit." "Leave it on the table, please." You mumble. "Thank you." "Of course." When you feel better a couple hours later, you bring it downstairs to share with Jason, a smile on your face, flush on your cheeks, warm with appreciation for the boy, all while Jason checks your temperature to make sure you're fine.

𓅫. a summer fling with a boy you'll never see again - Tim Drake

The summer sun burns into your skin while the breeze sends chills down your spine as you walk down from your cabin to the main tent. Your roommate reminds you of which team the two of you are on, and it's really unassuming. The camp is normal until it's not. It's normal until your fingers are brushing Tim's as your cramming to get the stupid car working, and it's normal until Tim has his hand on your shoulder, anxiety all over his face at the thought of not winning. It's normal until Tim steps next to you every chance he gets, his bias for you showing clearly in your group. You barely know him. Until a day ago, he was just some stranger to you. Then, he's one of the closest to you in the group. He's cheering for you when you're dying on the climb up, and he's next to you on the bus ride back. He's next to you when you're decoding a puzzle, and he's next to you at every chance he gets. But you'll never see him again. Even when the two of you are talking about the rest of summer's plans, you know you'll never see him again. He's too far away. But you cherish the last moments with him, tilting your head to bully him for not learning your name, knowing well that Tim does know your name. He called you on the second day, eyes digging into yours, something spiking through your chest. a mutual i like you hangs in the air, but that's the end of your story. You never get his number.

𓅫. getting your shoelaces tied by a boy in your class - Dick Grayson

You're young, eyes big and frustrated, and you've just made the change to actual laces instead of velcro. You're part of the cool kids club now— except you aren't. You have no idea how to tie your shoelaces. You step out of the girls bathroom, looking around for your bathroom buddy, noticing your laces have come untied. Dick tilts his head at you as you wince at your untied laces, and he drops down to reach for your laces. "What are you doing?!" "Tying your laces." Dick smiles up at you. "You can just teach me..." You trail off, frowning. "Yes, but we're in the middle of an activity in class right now, so we're in a hurry. Have madame send me with you next time and I can teach you." He smiles at you as he stands up. "Come on." True to his word, the next time the two of you leave for the bathroom, he sits you on one of the benches only the older kids were allowed to sit on and shows you how to tie your laces, grinning at you, missing a front tooth, waiting as you tie your laces over and over again, all the way until you could do it without questioning your ability. "thank... you." You mumble, cheeks red with embarrassment. "Of course." He grins.

𓅫. an ex-crush who liked you the most amongst the class - Damian Wayne

You're at a class reunion— or, something along the lines of that. You were called by a friend to take a photo together as a group, and you dragged another friend along, another old classmate of the same class, and the two of you wait in the lobby of the cafeteria. You hope you don't need to talk to Damian, your middle school crush on him was embarrassing enough on its own. Then, your friend arrives, and you rush over, missing the way Damian steps through the glass doors too. Your other friend follows behind you as you greet him, and in that moment, Damian walks past you, green eyes digging into yours, before he steps next to you, speaking to your friend too, light conversation before he turns his attention to you, tilting his head. "Heard you're going to the same college as me." "A-ah? yeah." You smile awkwardly, feeling the nerves from middle school crawl up your back again. You curse yourself for never getting the closure you needed. "What's your major?" You tilt your head. "Didn't I tell you?" "Did you? I must've forgot." He hums. "my apologies." Your major slips past your lips, and his does too, and your friend on the side perks up, mentioning that she was studying the same major as him. You tilt your head to look back a her before Damian ignores what she's said, going back to you— and your heart races, being favored so obviously in front of everyone else. and before you leave, he catches you, smile on his face, away from the rest of the class. "I'll see you in college?" "Y-yeah!" You smile. "See you then."

𓅫. putting on makeup for you - Steph Brown

"Stay still." Steph mumbles, hand on your face, tilting it so that she could get a better angle. You hold your breath as she does, closing your eyes as she brushes the eyeliner on. Your heart races in your chest as she pulls back, staring at both of your eyes, puffing out her cheeks. "Steph? You good?" "You look good. Too good. I need to jump you good." You bark out a laugh, throwing your head back as you laugh. "Alright. Lipstick next." Steph grins. "pucker up babes." "You want a kiss while we're at it?" You wiggle your brows. "Oh? I sure do." Steph winks, pressing the lipstick to your lips as she does, and she pulls back when she finishes. "There. Now your prom look is finished." "Do I look like I could pull?" "I'd fuck you right now." "I'M BEING VIOLATEDDDD!!!" You fake a shriek. Steph tilts her head as she looks at you, and she grins. You look really good.

i ran out of brain juice in the end sorry lol

[bussyslayer333]

dancing together in the rain with bradley for your blurb celebration please ❤️

this is so cute eeee

pairing: bradley bradshaw x wife!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: some swearing,,, i think that’s it?? mostly cute af

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“You’re fucking crazy!” you squeal with no bite, rain pelting down onto you.

San Diego was usually dry and hot, something you loved about the place was it’s general consistency in weather. Today however, dry was replaced with wet, very wet.

“Dance with me baby!” Bradley shouts over the rain.

His white shirt is almost fully see through and his jacket he’d already deposited as it was weighing him down. You eyed the way his large arms strained and moved beneath the transparent fabric and ultimately folded, rushing into his waiting arms.

You should probably be mad. You’re wedding dress was going to be ruined. The cake had turned to an inedible mush and your guests were huddled under a small gazebo meant only for the bar and speakers for the music.

“There’s no music, Brad,” you wonder aloud.

As if on cue, the melodic sounds of Abba come spitting loudly out of the speakers being scarcely protected by the gazebo. You look around curiously to find none other than Jake Seresin stepping out of the gazebo, already shirtless and smacking Bradley on the shoulder.

“God, Bradshaw do I have to save your ass all the time?” He teases, hair still perfectly tousled even when soaked in rainwater, droplets dripping down his toned chest in a way that could almost be staged.

Bradley can only laugh in disbelief, “why is your shirt off?”

“I’m here to fuckin’ dance, Bradshaw that’s why!” Jake cheers.

You shrug and bend down to slip your heels off, flinging them to the side.

With your approval, streams of people come from under the gazebo, shrieking as the rain hits them. The squealing quickly turns to singing as people familiarise themselves with the weather and begin to dance.

Bradley is jumping up and down wildly, his hands never leaving your waist. You can feel his strong hands gripping onto you through the sodden fabric of your dress, spinning you round to face him. He continues to sway you as he pushes at the wet strands of hair framing your face.

“You’re so goddam beautiful.” He declares, running his thumb over your lip.

“Even with my makeup ruined?” you query.

“Especially.” Bradley decides, hurriedly smashing his lips into yours.

You can hear your friends and family whooping as Bradley deepens the kiss and lowers you down in a dip. He was always one for theatrics.

And when you’re scooped back up and allowed to take in the surrounding scene, Jake twirling around your grandma and your girlfriends dancing wildly with Bob and Fanboy, there’s no way on earth you could be mad at all. Even when the rain is still slashing down heavily.

“I hope this hasn’t ruined our day Mrs Bradshaw?” Bradley whispers into your ear.

You turn back to face him, nose nudging against his own, “No day is ruined with you.”

Bradley’s arms come to wrap back around you as he lifts you up.

“Put me down!” You squeal, slapping at his rain soaked shirt that was practically useless at this point.

“Never.”

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[i23kazu]

TWO ( i love you without a single string attached )

warnings – none.

characters – zhongli, xiao, ayato, kazuha, childe, diluc x gn!reader

genre – romantic fluff <3

a/n – the men showing you what unconditional love feels like! | please reblog with TAGS and COMMENTS <3 😭😭

zhongli

unconditional love, to zhongli, is walking with you through the ups and downs of your life. he’s there for you when you walk through the front door, teary eyes of a hard day and into your husband’s arms. he wraps a warm hand around you — rubbing your back, kissing your forehead, and letting you bury yourself into the crook of his neck. he falls asleep with you tucked into his side, hands forever intertwined.

xiao

unconditional love, to xiao, is taking care of you when you’re sick. worry creases his brow as he watches you toss and turn in your sleep, breathing slowly. he lays another cold towel on your forehead, brushing aside stray hairs. yes, yakshas do not worry, but he breaks any facade of calmness as he watches your health decline. he must take care of you, he must. xiao can’t bear to lose anyone else.

ayato

unconditional love, to ayato, is letting you have the space to make mistakes. he watches as you break down, he’s quick to gather you up in his arms, he lets you be human, rather than the robot that your aristocratical lineage wanted you to be. he watches you fall and fall and fall again, beaten and bruised, and he always offers you a space to come back and heal and patch yourself up.

kazuha

unconditional love, to kazuha, is making time for you; no matter where he is in the world. trinkets from nations all over remind him of you, and coins are quickly exchanged as he holds a memoir close to his heart. he misses you dearly, but the nature of his job is always one that doesn’t allow him to see you often. however, once beidou has anchored the crux to liyue’s shores, you can be assured that he’s there to run into your arms.

childe

unconditional love, to childe, is loving your family the same way he loves his. he brings gifts for your parents and entertains the children, playing with them in the backyard and bringing them to the beach or park — he makes time for them like he makes time for you and it’s clear that he treasures them like his own family. you love the way he takes care of you and your family, as you do likewise.

diluc

unconditional love, to diluc, is walking back after having space from each other after fights. he apologises first, allowing himself to realise his mistakes — and you’re always comforted by the fact that you know he’d come back. the two of you have always been that way, fight or not fight, each will seek the other. you come back into his arms often as well, and the relationship is always something you treasure.

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[lov-eable]

TELL ME  ֗ ˖ ࣪ ᩠ ༉‧₊˚ ✿ #05

━━ a filmmaker decides to follow and document the lives of the worst and best students at your school for a month, unfortunately, those students are you and chishiya, the most annoying guy on earth.

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word count ✦ 1013

A/N: pls dont hate chishiya quite yet....... he and reader are both complicated and flawed characters!!!!! i dont feel rlly happy about this chapter but i guess its the buildup for the more interesting ones lol hope u like it!!!! likes and reblogs are always nice <3

06/11/18 9:25

You felt anxious. You had to return the book before the school day ended, and you had to face the consequences of it. Although it wasn’t entirely your fault, you surely would be punished. There was no case in insisting you did not tear the page, Chishiya wouldn’t take the blame ever, and even if he did, no one would believe that narrative, because he was the loved one, the best student and you were one step away from being a high school drop-out. 

You still could not understand how basically everyone, teachers and students so appreciated him. Sometimes you imagined how everyone at this stupid school would circle around him and sing an ode to him as if he were a triumphant gladiator who had just returned from the war and had returned honour to his people. You guessed your classmates had previously decided in a secret meeting they would ignore any of his sarcastic remarks or just straight-up mean comments, and instead of hating him, they would kiss the ground he walks on. The truth was, this side of him, annoying without a break, was for you and only you. We can’t deny he wasn’t the most friendly man ever but the meanest thing he had ever done to others, apart from you, was ignore their invites to hang out after school. But you were not aware of this, of course.

However, your mind was busy enough to be thinking about Chishiya. You were tired and scared. The whole weekend you visited different bookstores with Kuina around the town to find the exact same copy of the book you had borrowed from the library, but it was a lost case, no one had it. “I think we should stop searching, we already visited all the libraries and bookstores around here! Twice!”, “Kuina, I’m going to die, I’m serious” you pouted. You were sulking the whole way home, you tried your best to not put an end to your quest, but Kuina was right, your legs were sore from all the walking and you felt as if you were about to pass out from the heat. Only you would walk through the whole city at the very start of summer, and only Kuina would help you in your crazy adventures.

The emotional torment did not stop there as you could not rest when you got home. You didn’t sleep all night, torturing yourself with your thinking. Most people perceived you as someone easy-going who never got stressed or anxious, but it wasn’t true, this messy self now crumbling in bed because of a concern most students would resolve without troubling themselves was your authentic version. But these crises occurred behind the scenes, you had to keep your carefree facet in front of others, it was the sole reason you kept good relationships with almost every one of your classmates, right? 

Kuina and Arisu were the only ones who were able to see through that mask you perfectly crafted to be liked, that’s why they tried to support this time, knowing how much you got worried by matters of this nature, everyone else just caught the aftermath; you sleeping through most morning lessons. For them, it was just your usual lazy worst-ranked student behavior, disinterested in whatever the professor was teaching, but in fact, you were recovering those lost sleep hours. You didn’t even sleep all morning, you attempted to distract yourself by writing some poems, at first, it only distressed you more, tearing apart pages from your notebook and crumpling them into little paper balls. Nevertheless, you concluded a bunch of verses you were pleased by, so now was time for a nap.

You were twenty minutes into your nap, that was what Chishiya could estimate at the moment. He tried not paying attention to you, but he struggled. He did not care that much about you, or at least he insisted on that, but he was really intrigued by you. It was the first time you seemed to be concerned so noticeably about something in front of someone. He never fell for that free-spirited reckless role of yours, he saw you. He saw you when you were four years old, and then fourteen and now you were about to be eighteen, it was difficult for him  to not notice. Again, he never cared about you that much, but his sight got drawn by you sleeping surrounded by many paper balls.

As much effort as he put into ‘not caring’ about you, he took one of the plastic bags he kept into his backpack for trash-collecting purposes and started gathering the paper to throw it into the bag. ‘Who am I?’ ‘What am I doing?’ ‘Why am I doing this?’ were some of the questions which crossed his mind, he had two excuses, first of all, no one, not even you, the most annoying yet interesting person in the whole room, deserved to nap around litter and second, maybe he felt guilty and bad for you. There was one piece of paper which was not wrinkled, but he assumed you got way too stressed to even bothered by it.

He started ripping the paper in pieces and, since you were a light sleeper, that tiny noise woke you up. You glanced at him bewildered but also angry, especially angry. As one would expect, you guessed Chishiya did it on purpose, he probably had read your poem, laughed at you in his head and proceeded to tear it apart. “Why are you always ripping apart everything I care about? Do you hate me that much?” Chishiya got the urge to deny the statement with the head, but was paralyzed, he did not even stop to read it. He fucked up even more. You noticed how everyone turned to you, witnessing the dispute between you and Chishiya. No one would have bat an eye in any other occasion but it seemed more serious and less playful than most times. You left the classroom by the back door, feeling burdened by all the negative attention.

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[salazarslytherin]

midnight rendezvous (b.w x y/n)

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summary: where you and bill have a penchant for meeting in the night

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Being the best friend of the Weasley twins definitely had its perks. Spending summers at the Burrow, having a second family that was closer to you than your own, friendly banter that came along with the family.

However, there was an unexpected drawback that came with this.

A drawback by the name of Bill Weasley.

⚔︎

Although in the same year as the twins, you were a year older than Fred and George, meaning you had always felt a little more mature than the two pranksters.

Thus, you felt like you noticed things that the two of them never really noticed. Girls having crushes on them, boys being envious of them, the ways rumours would fly around about the three of you.

The main thing, however, that you felt the two of them didn't notice, was the way Bill treated you.

It wasn't that he'd always been like this. The first few years you'd known the man, he was very nice to you – familial and brotherly, much like the rest of the family had been to you.

However, sometime in fifth year, things changed.

⚔︎

You arrived at the Burrow with the twins for Christmas, ready to be welcomed by the family you'd come to call your own, but was left feeling hurt, weirdly hollow.

Every Weasley had welcomed you with open arms, except Bill. Harry, the only other non-Weasley around, was embraced heartily by the curse-breaker, but you were given a sharp nod, and nothing more.

Confused, you shook it off, moving to sit next to George, his arm wrapped around your waist as you snuggled into him. Fred landed on your other side, passing you a mug of hot cocoa as he landed a kiss on the top of your head, arm enveloping your shoulders with a tight squeeze.

Surrounded by the younger Weasleys as you watched Ginny, Ron and Harry play a game of Exploding Snap, you felt an intense gaze on you, looking up to see the four oldest Weasleys sat around the dining table, watching all of you.

You caught Bill's eyes, sending him a familiar smile, but was ignored as the man took a sip of his coffee, turning to look out the window instead.

Your hurt was short-lived as Fred leaned into whisper a soft quip into your ear, letting out a laugh, turning to relay the same quip to George.

The rest of the trip went similarly – every time you attempted to catch Bill's eye, to hold a proper conversation, he'd ignore you, or brush you off, pretending that he had something else to do.

The day all of you left the Burrow to go back to Hogwarts, Bill had even left the group before you could say goodbye to him, and you could only be left wondering, what did you do?

⚔︎

Now that you've graduated, you were relishing in the last summer you could spend in the Burrow as a teenager without the pressure of work hovering over you.

Determined to have the best time you possibly could with your 'family', your days were consumed by pranks with the twins, quidditch with the family, and helping Molly bake.

Yet, you still felt empty; a hole in the warm pit created by familial love, a hole marked with the name 'Bill Weasley'.

The cursebreaker was still actively avoiding you, for no known reason, and you stopped seeking out why a year ago. Instead, you sought to live your life with one less brother, one less family member to love.

Tossing and turning, you found yourself particularly restless one night. Not wanting to wake Fred, who was sleeping soundly in bed next to you, you got up, tiptoeing down to the kitchen to have a nice cool sip of water.

You'd taken to sleeping in the twins' room since the first holiday you were at the Burrow. Molly was against the idea at first of course, but was incapable of stopping the pranksters who managed to sneak you in night after night, insistent on having 'sleepovers' with you.

After the third night, Molly gave up, only giving you three a strict 'no funny business!' warning, before trudging back off to bed.

⚔︎

The dim lamplight from the kitchen illuminated just about enough for you to see your surroundings, having been around the Weasleys' long enough to know which boards to avoid so as to not have them creak and wake the family up.

However, what you hadn't taken into account was a body on the ground, hitting your foot into a blanketed torso, making you elicit a shriek, the unknown body on the ground letting out a muffled groan.

"What the fuck?"

You muttered a quick 'Lumos', pointing your wand at the person under the quilt, only for the fabric to be thrown aside, revealing a tousled Bill Weasley, sleep clouding his narrowed eyes as he massaged his abdominal with one hand, ruffling his hair with the other.

"Oh."

Realising that the man on the floor was, in fact, a Weasley, and not some thief who'd stolen into the house in the middle of the night, you dismissed the charm, lowering your wand and shifting awkwardly on your feet.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were there."

Throwing a curt apology at Bill, you moved off towards the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cupboard above and wordlessly filling it up, intent on finishing your business as quickly as possible before heading back up to the twins.

"Pour me a cup?"

The deep voice startled you for a moment. At some point Bill had gotten up from his mound of pillows and now found himself stood behind you, his hand holding out a mug that had a 'B' painted on it, gesturing at the water jug you were holding.

Nodding curtly, you poured him his water, Bill thanking you before moving to lean against a counter, watching you from behind the rim of his mug.

"'m surprised you're down here."

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at the man in confusion.

"What'd you mean?"

He shrugged, downing the rest of his water before placing the mug down on the counter with a tad bit more strength than he needed. He stretched for a moment, arms pulled over his head to pull the sleep out of his eyes, shirt moving up with the movement to show off a slither of his toned stomach.

"You're always around the twins, never see you without 'em. Expected you to be, in their beds or something I don't know."

A protest spluttered from your throat, choking slightly on the water that you'd been drinking.

"I–what?"

The man lifted an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.

"Am I wrong? You've been in and out both their beds since you were firsties. I mean, it's not hard to guess what you're doing in there with 'em."

You huffed at the implications of Bill's words, putting your mug down with much of the same vigour as he had just now.

"First off, I'm an adult, and I can do what I please."

You were fuming, steam practically coming out your ears, and hearing the muttered 'clearly been an adult for a while' from Bill's lips didn't help.

"Second, even if I was sleeping with your brothers, which I am not, I don't understand why it'd be any of your business. It's not like we're friends or anything."

An odd, emotionless laugh came from Bill's lips, pushing off the counter to come stand over you. His tall stature forced you to stumble backwards, pressed against the wooden cabinets as he glared down at you.

"First off," Bill's deep voice was modulated up an octave, mocking your previous rebuttal.

"I am not saying your life is part of my concern. I'm concerned for my brothers."

A hand landed next to your head, pushing against the cabinet harshly.

"But second, you're practically a Weasley. It's my duty to look after you guys."

You laughed indignantly, looking away from the intense man to focus on his arm instead, as if studying the tattoos that covered his tanned frame.

"I'm sorry. It's your duty to look after me?"

You pushed him off of you, moving away with a huff, grabbing the two abandoned mugs to wash them with far too much tenacity, water splashing everywhere.

"Yes, that's what I said. I've known you since you were eleven – of course I have to watch over you. You're like family."

You rolled your eyes, giving up the facade of placidity as you left the mugs clattering in the sink, whipping around to face Bill.

"I'm like family? That's rich, William, truly rich."

Now it was your turn to advance towards the man, causing him to back up as your anger fueled you with energy, stomping dangerously close to his feet.

"If how you treat me is how you treat your family, I pity Molly for having you as a son."

Incoherent words left Bill's mouth in an attempt to argue further with you, but you didn't listen. Turning on your heel, you left the man in the kitchen, no longer concerning yourself with which steps to avoid as you stomped back to the twins' room, leaving Bill accompanied only by the dim light from the lamp, and the creaks coming from the floorboards.

⚔︎

After that infuriating night, it was no longer a 'hidden' fact that something was off between you and Bill.

While it had seemed that Bill used to be the one avidly avoiding you, the tables had quickly turned – you were now the prey ardently avoiding any encounters with your predator.

Any time Bill came into the room, you'd either leave, or place yourself as far away as humanly possible. During meals, you'd move yourself to sit next to Ginny, as opposed to in between the twins as you'd been sat for years, just so you no longer sat across from Bill. Even during quidditch, one of your favourite things to do with the whole family, you opted to sit out and stay in the twins' room or help Molly with the dishes, just to make sure you never had to interact with Bill.

Honestly, you weren't quite certain why the conversation with Bill had ticked you off so much. Maybe it was because he accused you of sleeping with your best friends, as if that was all you were good for. Maybe, it was because he had no right to insert himself in your life like that, to pretend like he cared about you in the first place.

It was clear he no longer wanted to be a part of your life when you were sixteen. You had no desire to welcome the curse-breaker back into your life now.

⚔︎

Three days after the midnight meeting with Bill, you found yourself restless again, unable to sleep.

George shifted slightly as you moved out of his bed, turning to cuddle with your now abandoned pillow as you slipped out of his grasp.

You decided to go for a quick midnight broom ride, hoping that the adrenaline rush and energy that you'd burn while flying would tire you out so you could finally fall asleep. A lot of the time you'd spent avoiding Bill turned into naps, which meant you were increasingly unable to fall asleep at night, disrupting your sleep schedule massively.

Cursing Bill under your breath, you creeped down the stairs, hoping that he wouldn't be down there again. You didn't want to have to deal with the eldest Weasley again.

Thanking your lucky stars, you landed on the final step, noting that the first floor was empty. Hoping that the door wouldn't creak when you opened it, you ran towards the small shed out back, grabbing a random broom from it and got ready to fly.

"Y/N?"

You were already mounted on the broom and ready to kick off as that dreaded baritone resounded from the door.

You should have known you weren't that lucky.

Yelling a quick "Nope!", you kicked off and flew out towards the countryside, only looking behind you to see Bill standing in his sleeping pants, hands gesturing out at you in exasperation.

"Now how's that for some good ol' avoidance?"

⚔︎

Though you'd initially planned on flying only for a little bit, seeing Bill at the door really put a damper on your plans, making you decide to fly to a nearby watering hole the Weasleys used to bring you to.

Illuminated by the moonlight, you descended upon the grassy area, smiling at the way the water rippled in the soft night breeze.

Tranquility was what the scene spelt.

In a moment motivated by something you'd come to dub as 'Weasley Whims', i.e the reason the twins had gotten the three of you in trouble constantly, you decided to strip down to your underwear to take a dip in the cool water, abandoning your clothes and wand on a mossy rock nearby.

Taking a running leap, you threw yourself into the water, feeling, for the first time in three days, free. A laugh rippled the waters as you broke through the surface, swimming back over to the edge, only for the laugh to be stolen away as you noticed a shadowed figure land next to your broom.

Bill Weasley was here to ruin your night, yet again.

You let out a strangled scream of frustration as the man alighted from his broom, feet and torso bared to the moonlight.

Clearly, he, like you, had not bothered to dress properly for the impromptu flight.

"Why are you following me."

Your question held no semblance of curiosity, only frustration as you demanded an answer from the man. His answer did not come, only moving towards the water to kneel in front of it, looking down at you.

"Why are you running away from me?"

Wisps of his ginger hair fell forward, covering bits of his handsome face as the rest was carelessly thrown up into a short ponytail, clearly done to prevent his hair from falling into his face during the flight, a precaution that you'd forgotten to take.

"I could ask you the same. Only, it must be a bit harder to hide from someone when they're already hiding from you in the first place, hmm?"

You turned away from the man, diving back down into the depths of the watering hole to kick yourself over to the other side, wanting to do nothing more than swim away from the ginger, or maybe, have him leave you alone and fly back to the burrow, alone.

But of course, fate never let you have your way.

You turned around only to see the man had sat himself down cross-legged, body illuminated by the moonlight as it highlighted the tattoos decorating his forearm, the several scars that littered his chest a sharp white juxtaposing his tanned skin.

"I never ran away from you."

Your head fell back as you tread the water lightly, looking up instead to admire the stars that embellished the night sky, recalling fondly the astronomy classes you'd taken in the past two years as you focused on constellation after constellation, intent on ignoring the man in front of you, hoping your disregard would drive him away.

"Y/N, I'm talking to you."

The words drew a monotone chuckle from you, your eyes snapping to meet Bill's.

"Well that's a first."

Bill moved to stand up, and your heart jumped for a moment. Maybe he would finally leave you alone.

But yet again, luck never did seem to favour Y/N Y/L/N.

Instead of moving further away as you'd thought he would, Bill moved closer, stepping into the shallow of the watering hole, the water soaking the bottom of his pants.

Your eyes darted at the ripple of his abs with every movement, swallowing as your eyes darted to look anywhere else you could. You were not about to find this man attractive.

You could see him coming towards you in your peripherals, and moved back to face him, his pecs the only part of his torso above the water.

"You haven't spoken to me for almost two years, and now you've just got so much to say to me, huh?

Bill looked down into the water, nibbling on his lip as he looked back into your eyes, almost sheepish as he tried to answer.

"I–"

"You know how much that hurt?"

You swam closer towards him, your feet finding ground as you stood next to him, your shoulders bared to the world as you were no longer submerged.

"You were like family to me for almost five years, and then one day. You just fucking stopped. Stopped talking to me. Stopped joking around with me. For a while, you didn't even look at me!"

Your hands came up out of the water, gesturing wildly as you basically screamed at the man, Bill flinching slightly as the water splashed into his face, looking back down at the water again.

Ashamed.

"D'you know how fucked up that was? I had no clue what happened, why one of the people I considered family, one of my favourite people in the world, just fucking despised me all of a sudden."

Bill looked up at you in surprise at your words.

"And you know the worst fucking part?"

Your voice suddenly fell to a hush, almost a whisper as a tear welled in your eye, prompting you to shut them as your head tilted down, urging your breath to slow down.

"The worst part, the worst part was that I thought it was my fault, that it was something I'd done to drive you away. I blamed myself for ages, didn't know what I said, didn't know why you hated me."

"Didn't know why you'd never like me back."

The last part was said in a true whisper, barely audible despite the silent night.

Yet Bill still heard it, and his breath hitched in his throat, eyes searching your face as a tear escaped you, rolling down your cheek.

Unable to restrain himself, Bill's hand darted forward out, cooled by the waters you two found yourself in, a blatant contrast to the warm tear as the pad of his thumb wiped it away.

You flinched away from Bill, feeling vulnerable for the first time that night, coming to the sudden realisation that you were clad only in your underwear, your unintended confession drawing heat to your cheeks as you moved away from the man.

"I, I was afraid."

Bill's own confession halted your movements, making you turn back around to look up at him, confused.

"I–, how do I say this. I was ashamed of myself."

It was now Bill's turn to feel vulnerable, his unease making him shift in the water, the water rippling around the two of you at his movements.

"That winter when you came back here, when you turned sixteen, I started seeing you as more than family. I– I found you attractive, and I felt disgusted with myself."

You huffed, disbelieving of the words you were hearing.

"I'm being serious Y/N. You just, grew up over those few months, and just came back different, somehow. I felt like a predator, I was twenty-three! You were still a kid, and I, I just didn't know what to do anymore."

"I wasn't a kid!"

"Of course you were! You were still in school, I'd been working for five years, I couldn't live with myself feeling like that. I didn't know what to do, so I just, distanced myself. Hoped that the feelings would go away eventually, then I'd just, go back to being normal."

Your eyes scanned the ginger's face, searching for a speck of a lie, a pinch of deception but only found uncertainty, attraction and lust dusting the man's face.

"But you never stopped..."

Your breath stopped for a moment as your eyes met.

"Are you being serious?"

His breath fanned your face as both of you instinctively moved closer towards each other, more of your body exposed to the world as you came further out of the water.

"As serious as I could be Y/N."

Your breath was taken away as Bill leaned in, ghosting his lips over yours, strands of ginger hair falling to tickle your face.

"Can I kiss you?"

A breathless whisper fell from Bill's lips, prompting you to nod in assent, the man falling to capture your lips before you even finished the move.

Sparks flew in that moment, the man's lips gliding over yours as he stole your breath away. You pulled apart after a second, before your lips fell back together again, insatiable in your desire to taste each other.

Bill's tongue teased you, mouth falling open for his teeth to graze at your lower lip, making you gasp such that your lips fell open in the same way, his hand moving to cup your jaw. Taking advantage of your momentary shock, the ginger slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny of you as you moaned into his lips, pressing your chest against his.

The water waded around you as Bill's left hand moved down your body, fitting snugly under your ass as he muttered a soft 'jump', which you obliged.

Your legs wrapped around the man's hips, Bill walking the two of you onto the soft grass, muttering a charm against your lips before placing you down.

Instead of feeling prickly blades of grass on your skin, a soft blanket had appeared, making you smile, pulling away from the man.

"Quite the romantic, Mr Weasley. Know how to treat a girl right don't you?"

A deep chuckle sounded from the man who hovered above you on his hands and knees, biting his lower lip at the sight of you.

"Only the best for my girl."

Your heart leapt at Bill’s words; were you his now?

Not wanting to dwell on it, to overthink this moment of passion, you pulled his lips back down onto yours.

His girl.

⚔︎

The moon hung high in the night sky as both your hands explored each other, frantic, as if it was your last day on Earth and you only had here and now to envelop yourselves in each other.

The pure animalistic need that pulsed through the two of you allowed no time for foreplay, fingers hooking into the soaking fabrics that clung to both of you.

“Can I?”

Bill fingered the waistband of your underwear, thumb brushing your hip bone with motions feather light, wildly disparate from the way his lips devoured yours hungrily.

One act designed to ruin you, the other almost afraid he’d break you.

“Yes, I need you.”

You deigned to show him just how much by hooking your own fingers into his waistband, soaked pajama pants pulled away to reveal his boxers, clinging to his muscular frame.

Bill responded by undressing you with much of the same vigour, moving to pull your underwear down to your ankles, his pants in very much the same state, gazing down at your soaked private with lust clouding his vision.

“Next time,” he breathed out onto your glistening lips, “I’ll make you cum with just my tongue.”

Your breath hitched at his words, no, his promise, of a next time as Bill made his way back up your body, peppering kisses on your exposed skin, his hard-on grinding against your leg as he moved up.

The cursebreaker’s deft hands unhooked your bra expertly, sucking in a breath as your pert nipples were revealed to him.

“Beautiful.” He mumbled, almost as if he was speaking to himself.

Bill moved to unclothe himself fully, before you stopped his movements, his hands already pulling at the waistband around his hips.

“May, may I?”

He nodded as you sat up, eyes glazed as he studied your body, memorising the way your breasts glistened in the moonlight. He would make it his mission to mark them, to show anyone who came near you that you were no one’s, but his.

You hooked your fingers into his boxers, pulling them down to his thighs at an almost agonising pace as every part of Bill was unveiled to you, standing proudly in the light.

“Are you... a virgin?”

The man above you asked as it dawned upon him. He was really about to have the girl he’d been craving for.

“No, I’m not.”

His jaw clenched at your admission, the thought of someone else’s hands on you ticking him off, before pushing it away.

It didn’t matter. You were with him now.

He nodded, coming back down to kiss you as one hand braced him by your head, the other reaching down to pump himself slowly.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, eyes falling closed as you immerse yourself in him.

Bill’s knee nudged your thighs apart, moving himself so he was lined up against you, hand brushing his cock up and down your lips, causing both of you to shudder.

His head dipped into you, your tight heat causing him to hiss, pausing for a moment to savour the feeling before pushing himself in fully, stopping only once he’d bottomed out.

“Are y’okay?”

You bit your lower lip as Bill moved away from you to scan your face for discomfort or pain. His girth, while not quite painful was definitely bordering on pain, your walls stretching as he filled you entirely.

“Yes, just, one second.”

Your hands gripped his neck, lacing your fingers through the tresses of his hair as you adjusted around him. As the pain receded, you nodded, a silent signal for the man to move.

He carefully pulled out of you, then pushed back in slowly, hands landing by your head to brace himself, testing the waters whilst both of you moaned at the feeling.

“Faster.”

Bill obliged, moving to thrust in and out of you at increasing speeds with each movement. His hips snapped against yours at a speed that could only be described as vicious, eliciting sounds that defiled the tranquil nature you were surrounded by.

You were breathless as the man thrusted in and out of you, his movements only capable of drawing pants and whimpers from your mouth, the activity rendering you a simpleton who knew only two words - ‘Bill’ and ‘please’.

Your climax soon drew close, a coil tightening with his every sound and every move, your body notifying the man above you by the clench of your walls around him, the motion drawing him closer to his own orgasm.

“Are you close baby?”

A nod was all you managed as you threw your head back, Bill’s tip brushing against your g-spot edging you even closer to your precipice.

One of Bill’s hands moved down your body, landing on the bundle of nerves above where the two of you met, rubbing figure eights onto you, making you let out a gasp of surprise as the older man helped you move closer to your orgasm.

His movements didn’t falter as your moans grew louder, seeming instead encouraged by the promise of your climax, your moans growing loud and unabashed.

Each pant of his name made the man groan in return, moving both his fingers and his hips so ferociously that your breasts bounced with each thrust, your back sure to be red and chafed in the morning from the friction against the blanket.

But you didn’t care - the only thoughts you were capable of manifesting was how good it felt to have Bill inside you, how this was the one thing you’d ever needed to feel full, how he never stopped in his stimulation, the way his mouth felt on your nipples - sucking on the skin of your breasts, a reminder that would last of this fleeting night.

As Bill stimulated you with his cock, his fingers, his mouth, you couldn’t hold it in any longer - and you could tell Bill was reaching his breaking point as well - you let out a moan that would awaken the sleeping birds in the tree nearby, a scream of “Bill” that would leave the twins wondering why your voice was hoarse in the morning left you, legs trembling as you released around the man.

Yet he still never relented.

As you rode out your orgasm, your cunt throbbing, Bill never faltered in his actions, hips thrusting into you as he bit into your neck softly, intent on marking you for all to see as his cock twitched inside of you.

With a moan that you could only describe as sinful, yet angelic, a sound that would haunt your dreams and bless your nightmares, teeth grazing your sensitive skin, Bill came into you. Hot stripes of white liquid coating your walls while his thrusts slowed to a stop.

Getting up on trembling hands, Bill hovered above you, exiting you in a slow movement that had you whimpering at the sudden emptiness, your eyes still shut from your post-orgasmic bliss.

Lips pressed onto your forehead, as if Bill was savouring something he didn’t want to lose.

Something you didn’t want to lose either.

⚔︎

The flight back to the Burrow was silent, the two of you side by side as you flew through the wilderness of Ottery St. Catchpole.

When you landed, you looked out onto the nature around you, Bill landing almost immediately after you.

In the distance, you could see the sun readying to rise in the East, colours bleeding into the sky that had been pitch dark save for the spattered stars hours ago.

“Did you regret that?”

The man standing beside you asked after a moment of silence, not daring to meet your eyes as he appeared vulnerable, afraid, feigning an interest in the rising sun.

His muscular arm was what you were faced with as you turned towards him, his tall stature casting a shadow over you. You eyed the red marks you’d left on him, the little reminders scattered on his shoulders and back.

“No. Did you?”

The cursebreaker turned to face you, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched you, scanning your face for the umpteenth time that night.

“Of course not.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, drawing Bill’s gaze down towards them, a small smile telling you he was admiring the slowly darkening marks he’d left on you.

“Then why’d you assume I would’ve?”

He caught his lower lip between his teeth, gnawing on it absentmindedly as he shrugged.

“I dunno. Just assumed you wouldn’t have wanted that with an older man or somethin’, I s’just worried, s’all.”

You inhaled deeply, letting out a long sigh as you reached out towards the man, cupping a hand on either side of his chiseled jaw, making him look into your eyes.

“Bill, that was my decision to make. If I didn’t want to have sex with you, I wouldn’t’ve done it. It’s not your place to decide for me whether I wanted it.”

You leaned in to capture his lips in yours; this time deepening the kiss on your terms, slipping your tongue into his mouth and savouring his taste.

Cinnamon, with a hint of mint and tobacco.

You pulled away, tracing your lips to the sweet spot under his ear, sucking softly before turning to whisper in his ear.

“I wanted it, and I’ve wanted you for longer than you could have known.”

part two out now x

[mammor0n]

Beautiful Lie | Mammon x Reader

“Wait, don't pull away… not yet.”

Words: 700ish

Warnings: a n g s t

One night. That was all you had left.

Mammon stood in the doorway of your bedroom, doing his best to maintain his confident, uncaring facade as he watched you fold the last of your clothes into your suitcase. “So you’re really leaving, huh?”

You looked up, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yeah. Exchange program can’t last forever, right?” You tried a smile, but you felt it cracking, and dropped it before your tears could wash it away.

The demon kicked idly at your door frame, hands shoved in his pockets as he looked everywhere but your eyes. “So… when will I see you again, then?”

A pregnant pause.

“Oh,” he breathed.

“I mean… I can’t exactly get back here, and unless Lucifer lets you go to the human world…”

Mammon scoffed. “Yeah, right. As if.” He kept his gaze glued to the floor.

“Mammon…”

He cleared his throat, angrily turning away from you as he crossed his arms, hiding the tears stinging behind his eyes. “Pfft. Not like I care about some stupid human, anyways. I probably won’t even notice you’re gone,” he muttered.

The words stung, but you knew they arose from a place of pain, so you let them pass over you and simply relished in hearing his voice. You wouldn’t get the chance to for much longer, after all.

“I’ll miss you.” Your voice broke as the words spilled from your lips, and you rubbed at your eyes with your wrist, collecting the tears beginning to fall.

Mammon slowly turned back to you, taking a hesitant step forward and letting the door softly click shut behind him. “Y-ya will?”

“Of course I will,” you whispered. “You’re my first guy, right?”

The words hit him like a fist to the throat, and Mammon clenched his jaw. “R-right. And don’t ya forget it, okay?”

“Never,” you vowed. “C-can I hug you?”

Mammon’s expression softened, and you didn’t have to ask twice. He scooped you into his arms, clutching you desperately against his chest as he buried his face in your neck. Your wrists locked behind his head, fingers threading gently through his hair as you closed your eyes and focussed on the tightness of his arms around you, the syncopated pulse of his heart through his shirt. He smelled of cologne; a fancy one he’d spent far too much money on, you were sure. Giving him one last squeeze, you made to pull back.

“Wait, don’t pull away….” Mammon’s eyes were fraught with desperation; he wasn’t above abandoning his dignity if it meant just another moment with you in his arms. “Not yet.”

Your heart all but shattered, and you gave him a tiny smile, resting your palm on his cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, and was caught entirely by surprise when you leaned in to kiss him.

Mammon stiffened beneath your lips, but once he came to grips with the fact that yes, you were in his arms and yes, you were really kissing him, he melted into you. His fingers tangled in your hair as he dragged you close enough that your chest ached from the pressure against his own, as though holding you tightly enough would save him from losing you. He’d already said goodbye to you once; he still had nightmares of watching the life fade from your eyes in his arms. He couldn’t say goodbye again.

Mammon wasn’t the first to pull away; you had to break the kiss, gasping for air. But although your mouths were no longer locked, Mammon’s grip on you didn’t loosen. He kept you flush against him, his forehead pressed against yours, the heat of his body spreading across your own.

“Say that you’ll stay,” he whispered. “Please. Just say it.”

“I’ll stay,” you breathed, choking back a sob.

You both knew it was a lie, but by god, if it wasn’t the most beautiful lie Mammon had ever heard.

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[cha-lyn]

The Perfect Pair - Part 2

18+ only pls. // Part 1

Warnings: S m u t . Sneakin’ around sex. Public Groping + Fingering. Cussin’.  

Summary: Are two-night stands a thing? May as well be. 

A/N: Originally I had no intention of writing a second part, but yet here we are. hope you enjoy! comments, likes and reblogs always appreciated 

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Shot glasses clinked together in the fancy bar as Sam toasted his newly employed cousin. You’re surrounded by Sam, Bucky, Wanda Maximoff and Sharon Carter. You’d met Wanda and Sharon the day after your interview and become fast friends with. 

“Y/N has worked so hard for this! I’m so proud of her and I can’t wait to TP her office as soon as I get the chance!” Sam toasts.

You glare playfully at your cousin as you down the clear liquid. Sam sprung for the good stuff so it barely burned as it went down your throat. “Thank you Sammy. Here’s to me hopefully being able to find a roommate in this freakin’ city.” Glasses click together again and you feel his eyes on you as you swallow. 

“Yes please! That couch is keeping me from living my best life,” Sam winks at the bartender who giggles and blushes. “Congrats, cousin.” Sam kissed you on top of the head. “Get what you like, I’m buying.” 

“No more shots,” you beg. “Vodka cranberry please.” Sam nods going to get your drink and Sharon and Wanda follow. Bucky nurses his beer, just savoring it for the taste. He doesn’t feel the alcohol. 

He slides over to you. “Congrats, Y/n.”

You tame your grin to a smile. “Thank you. I had plenty of good luck dick the night before.”

He smirks. “Well, just let me know if you need any congratulations dick tonight. I know a guy.” He slips his hand below the hightop, hand squeezing your ass briefly. 

You mock scoff at him, “And just what kind of woman do you think I am James?”

He doesn’t have time to answer as Sam and the other return with drinks. Sam is grinning, flashing a napkin with the bartender’s number on it at you, missing the glance between you and Bucky.

The rest of the evening is full of belly laughs, drinks and fleeting, not-so-innocent looks and touches between you and Bucky. It was a fun game. He’d place his hand on your lower back, then slide it down your ass and give you a squeeze. You’d bite and lick your lips when the others weren’t watching, holding Bucky’s gaze as you did. One time he was bold enough to reach up and pull your hair a bit. You retaliated by stumbling into him, grabbing his crotch when you did, palming him firmly before you righted yourself. You have serious kahunas when your tipsy. 

As the night stretched on the bar got more and more crowded. Wanda and Sharon headed home, leaving with you with hugs and a promise to have a girls night soon. Sam wants to wait another hour for the bartender to be off her shift, but you insist you’re tired.

“Barnes, get my cousin home safe please ok? I’ll see y’all in the morning, don’t wait up,” he smirks and you’re glad he doesn’t feel the need to elaborate.

Bucky nods, feigning slight annoyance as he follows you from the bar and into the crowd of dancing people towards the exit. As soon as you’re far enough away he grips your hips firmly,  slamming your ass into his denim covered erection. 

You cover his hands with yours, grinding into him harder. You tilt your head back, “C’mon, I’ve already called a car.” Before you make it outside, Bucky regretfully peels his hands off of you.

The ride pulls up almost as soon as you step outside and you and Bucky climb into the red SUV.  The man is from Brazil and doesn’t speak much English you learn. Bucky converses with him for a minute while you roll the window down and enjoy the breeze. 

A hand lands on your knee and you turn your head to see Bucky’s smug grin as he pushes the bottom of your skirt up. You go to deny him, legs closing and he frowns, shaking his head slightly. He’s still conversing with the driver.

It sends a shiver across your body.

He smirks, wedging his hand between your legs until you give in. He moves your barely there thong out of the way, finding your core already hot and wet. Slowly, he sticks in a finger, then two. He moves them in and out. He scissors them inside you, palm holding your bucking hips down. He swirls your clit with his thumb. He curls his fingers inside you, only stopping when you grip his wrist tightly. You bite your lip, nodding, eyes begging him not to stop what he’s started.  He smirks and continues playing with you and talking animatedly with the driver. 

You can tell you're getting close. To the apartment and to finishing. Bucky can, too. He varies his pace and technique, going fast and then slow, curving and then scissoring. You’re squirming in your seat, feet pushing into the passenger seat in front of you. You’ve angled your head out of the driver’s view and covered your mouth with your hand, biting down on your thumb so you don’t scream outright when you come around his fingers. He doesn’t stop right away, continuing to swirl, curl and torture you with pleasure as you come off your high. Finally, he stops, and pulls his fingers from you. His whole hand is glistening with your cum.

He lifts his hand to his lips, sucking his fingers. He moans so low only you can hear it before offering them to you. You taste yourself on his fingers as he watches you with hungry eyes. The car stops and Bucky thanks the driver whose none the wiser as he helps you out of the SUV.

Two other people share your elevator ride, but as soon as you step off the elevator and the doors close, Bucky’s hands are on you. He spins you around to kiss you as he backs you up to the apartment door. You hear the keys jingle as you bite his bottom lip. The door swings open and the two of you stumble in. Your hands are already working on his jeans. Bucky slams the door, turning to pin you to it and pick you up. 

“Bedroom Bucky,” you say between pants. He obliged, carrying you to his room.The clothing starts flying. Your shirt goes first, landing on Bucky’s laptop. His follows soon after.  You push his jeans and boxers down, salivating when you see it, hard and waiting. You push him to the wall and drop to your knees. You wrap your mouth around him, tongue drawing new shapes along his shaft. You plant your hands on his thighs and peek up at him. His eyes are half open, trained on you as his jaw has gone slack while you suck and lick. You drop one hand to massage his balls.

“Y/N--ah. Shit baby-” He loses his train of thought as he feels your throat around him. He pushes you away, spit dripping from your lips. “Stop… I wanna fuck you. Get on the bed.” You bite your lip, poised to argue with him. “Get on the bed.” His firm tone encouraged you to listen, so you did. “Let me congratulate you.” A mischievous smirk covers his face. 

You lay back and he finds the zipper of your tight skirt peeling it off you and then running his hands up your legs on his way back. Your lacy panties framing your vee in such a way… Bucky licks his lips, taking your almost naked body in. Finally, he leans in and kisses you hard.

You reach for him, stroking him as your tongues mingle together. You rub his dick along your covered core, teasing him, circling the still wet tip with your thumb. A strong hand rips your panties with no warning. Bucky slowly sinks into you and you wonder if it will be a slow and gentle fuck as he gently peels your bra off you. But as your hands are yanked up and pinned down on the pillow above your head, you know you’re wrong. And in this case, you love being wrong. 

Bucky watches your perfect breasts bounce as he thrusts into you. He bites his lip before he ducks his head down to lick and nip at you. He sucks your nipples hard, rolling them with his tongue and grazing them just hard enough to get a reaction from you. 

You’re raising your hips to meet his thrusts, panting and wishing you could touch him back. He holds you with one hand by the wrists, metal hand going to circle your clit. 

“You like this baby? Ya feel so good.”

You nod, barely breathing out a yes he hikes your leg up to your shoulder, opening you up for him. “I-I-I’m close,” you stutter. 

Bucky growls, metal hand moving from your leg to your neck, squeezing as you near your peak, head falling to the side. “Nah, look at me,” he warns, moving his hand up to your chin, pulling it back to him roughly. You moan, urging him on. His hand falls back to your neck, squeezing as you struggle from breath and it makes the sensations even better. “Fuuck, I’m close.” Bucky squeezes harder and your pinned hands push against his hand, but he doesn’t budge. “Ugh, come for me, baby.” 

You come at his words, squeezing him with your walls. It’s enough to set him off. You feel him come inside you, relieving the pressure on your neck before the black spots overtake your vision. He lets go of your hands too, as he strokes you both to the end of your highs.

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New Rules ( i )

PART: one | two | three | end |

SONG:  new rules - dua lipa

Pairing: JIMIN X READER

Summary: “ One, don't pick up the phone

You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone. ”

Genre: angst, smut, bad boy! jimin

Length: 1.4k

A/N: also some of the backstory is based off a lovely anon who shared this cute cliche story with me.

anyway i hope you guys enjoy this and please show some support because posting is h a r ddddd

"You're doing it again," Jimin pushed himself off your body, and you blinked at him trying to understand what he was saying. Just as you were starting to become worried, he dipped his lips back to capture yours and happily, you moaned against the plump surface. He was topless, although you don't remember him taking it off, however, you were happy to trace your hands down the well-sculpted chest you were so familiar with.

"Y/N, stop it." Your eyes snapped open looking at Jimin, but he was smirking down at you as his arms rested on either side of your body, and you let yourself become lost in the way his lips mouthed on your neck until he began to shake your body, hands on your shoulders as he shook, "Wake up! Wake up!"

When your eyes next opened you were surprised to be greeted with the face of your roommate, Taehyung who was looking at you with his brows creased, mouth turned down slightly and as you looked around trying to find Jimin you were suddenly hit by a wave of realisation that left you gasping into Taehyung's tight hug.

"It's okay," Taehyung stroked your hair, trying to calm you down from the dream that had turned sour when you had remembered that Jimin had cheated on you. After almost a year of dating, a close friend had informed you that he had been unloyal and when you questioned Jimin he had simply shrugged.

There were so many questions you still had and the worst part of your sudden breakup was the pining for Jimin, to be held by him and recently you had become haunted by the constant dreams of him. This only made your waking up even harder as all the pain rushed back in a tidal wave of grief, but Taehyung had found you sobbing in the light of the fridge too often. Taehyung had also taken the liberty of telling you about your sleep talking and apparently sleep 'moaning' so you knew he had woken you up because either he had friends around or was trying to sleep.

"Sorry for bothering you," you tapped his back trying to release yourself from the tight hug that was starting to choke you but he smelt like alcohol and for a second you wondered if he would ever let you go; eventually you smiled when he kissed your forehead and waving goodbye walked out of your room, returning to the voices that had started calling for him.

Taehyung stopped at the door frame, his gaze seemed to darken slightly as he locked eyes with you, "don't forget our rules. There are only four, it's not hard so don't let me down," your gaze lowered in mild embarrassment and when you looked up he had gone, but he had left you with a serious reminder.

Four rules, all important that Taehyung had helped you come up with and they might seem small and easy, but you seemed powerless when it came to Jimin. Taehyung's voice echoed in your head and you knew all you had to do was to not pick up the phone if Jimin rang although you were certain he wouldn't.

You were about to get dressed for a run deciding it would be better to distract yourself from your dream when your phone vibrated and turning you picked it up inspecting the text with mild interest,

jimin

litsen

i fukcing miss u

There was something about the bluntness of the text that startled you, after a week of mourning Jimin had finally contacted you and it wasn't to apologise. So you decided to not reply until he apologised, and just as you were settling down with your laptop you heard his laughter in the other room and your heart stopped, he was here.

jimin

and ur fit bod

Your grip on your phone tightened, you wanted desperately to throw it across the room when you saw just how shallow he was being. Jimin had never been very good with choosing the correct words when he was horny, you remembered with slight disgust at all the time he had called you his slut and you had moaned into his mouth, just happy to have him.

jimin

u were moaning.

i wish tae hadn't woken u up

Your blood turned cold as you read the text, then read it again. Now you wanted to curl up and sink into the mattress, but you could see Jimin was typing and your body began to tense as you wondered what else he could say.

jimin

u were thinking bout me

u've alwys responded so well to my touch

sexy thing

we’re like a fukcing brotp

no otp?? whateve r we, like, me and you = made 4 each other

cuz u still moan my name in THAT voice

tell me have u slept with any1 recently???

Your legs tensed, starting to rub together as you remembered the love that had absorbed your bones and coated you in affection for this boy, but now you had your wits about you. But you still couldn't reply because he hadn't apologised so instead you helplessly watched your phone as the texts kept coming.

jimin

actually dont tell me i'll get pissed

pls say no

At this point, you realised the boys were watching a movie because it seemed weird that it was so quiet and that Jimin wasn't getting tested for not coming off of his phone. Your heart was racing as you watched him type, wondering if you would finally get the apology you were craving.

jimin

i'm sorry.

fuck y/n can u just reply.

i ducked up okay

i dunno y i let u go bby

u make me feel like nobody else

The sudden succession of texts surprised you, as you let out a small gasp trying to let your mind process what was happening but you had seen him apologise for his behaviour. You decided that you would text Jimin when he returned to his dorm which was opposite yours anyway, but it didn't stop him from continuing to spam you.

jimin

ur different

ur special

& pretty

Finally, you sent a reply without thinking it through, but you knew it was the truth whether or ot you wished it wasn't.

me

because i dumped you.

because I was the first girl to reject you.

I was the first girl to have the AUDACITY to dump you!!1!

i have to be different to have the balls to say no.

You let out a shaky exhale, you had said too much and you watched in horror as you were informed that he had read them and yet Jimin was not typing and soon enough your phone lit up as he called you.

You hit decline and seconds later you heard Jimin shouting goodbye to Taehyung before the door slammed shut and a few seconds later he was attempting to call you again, and after a few minutes of back to back calls from him you finally picked up.

"Fucking- finally Y/N," his voice sounded raspier than you remembered, "I need to see you, come over." He was panting into the speaker but you stayed quiet shocked out of speaking, "say something baby girl. I haven't spoken to my pretty girl in a week and the sound of your voice always makes me feel better."

You cradled the phone to your head, a smile spreading across your face, "Hi Park Jimin," you didn't know what had taken over you but it felt so good to say his name and when you heard him growl you felt like you were falling for him again.

"Really Y/N? Park Jimin?" He was angry and you could hear how tense he was on the other side of the phone, "when i get my hands on you, you'll regret this baby." But that was where you drew the line, you had led him on whether or not you had meant to and quickly you shut him down.

"We're not dating, I can call you whatever I damn please." you quickly hung up and placing your phone on the floor you slid it under your bed, trying to calm your racing heartbeat because Jimin had said sorry, and even if you had broken one of the rules you had gotten some closure.

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