#sebastian fluff

[toppersbitch]

Okay okay I saw this prompt : Cry all you want… I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this.

Maybe your character somehow liking it when Sebastian used crucio on you?😭 idk

Cry All You Want // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

All underage characters are aged up to 18+!

Summary: Although you HATED having crucio cast on you, the way Sebastian cared for you after made you kind of like it…

Word Count: 600

Warnings: Hogwarts Legacy spoilers, changing of events and dialogue,  kinda sadistic, torture, throw up

Prompt: “Cry all you want… I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this.”

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"I can teach you Crucio or I can cast it on you."

"Wait, you didn’t know how to cast crucio." Sebastian’s words took you aback. Why in Merlin’s beard did he know how to do that?

"Because I'm not sure I do," he retorted, "but Ominous has left us no choice; I don't want us to follow in Gaunt's footsteps; I can cast it if I have to," he gestured at himself, touching his chest.

"I won’t cast it on you; you have to cast it on me," you said, with almost no thoughts running through your mind before agreeing.

"I'm not going to forget this," he said, reaching out his hand to grab your shoulder.

You stood, preparing yourself for Sebastian to cast the spell; you couldn’t imagine the type of pain that was about to hit you. A curse you'd heard so much about, with so much fear attached to it.

"Ready?" You watched as he raised his wand, squeezing your eyes shut.

"I’m ready," you readied yourself, placing your feet apart and bracing yourself.

"Crucio!" Sebastian yelled, and you felt a blast push you back and a rush of aches and pains. It was debilitating; you wanted to run and hide, and you grabbed at your clothes. It burned and stung, and whatever other words you can think of to describe the pain. Your eyelids were bright red; that’s all you saw.

Then it finally stopped, all at once, with the pain still echoing through your body.

"Are you alright?" You heard a voice right beside you and felt a hand grab your arm. You flinched and smacked it away. You began to cry, whimpering, holding yourself in comfort.

"Hey," Sebastian said, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing his hand across your back.

Your body heaved against his as you cried; you could hear Ominous’s footsteps in the back. This definitely freaked him out. You let go of your stomach, wrapping your arms around Sebastian; it was the tightest embrace. You let your breath even out, tears slowed their flow, and your body felt nothing at all—such an odd sensation.

You took a deep breath, shakily letting it out. You moved back, slouching against the wall; your body was exhausted. You felt a churning sensation in your stomach. You closed your eyes and inhaled and exhaled deeply. Sebastian grabbed your hand, providing a sense of support. You grabbed on, turning to the side and allowing dinner to come up. You slouched once more, beginning to giggle in relief, first quietly, then loudly. Tears are still streaming down your face.

"What?" Sebastian questioned you, and you clutched your stomach, feeling the pain from laughing so hard, and you clutched Sebastian's arm, keeping you from rolling to the ground.

"Cry all you want; I'm starting to think you enjoyed it," he said, grabbing your shoulders to keep you steady.

"I did not enjoy that," you said, staring him dead in the eyes. Crucio was a miserable curse, and you hoped to never go through that again. But if Sebastian held you like that every time, it might not be the worst thing in the world to deal with.

"Then why are you laughing?" He was puzzled, his eyebrows furrowing. He wiped your leftover tears away, wiping them on his green robes.

"I just feel amazing now; I feel so light," you said, jumping up with a springy action. You were never going to tell Sebastian that you liked his touch. You just hoped he would do it again, even if that meant Crucio again.

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[princess-sallow]

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[academiaviktor]

This Isn't Like You | Sebastian Sallow x Reader | SFW

Prompt: Sebastian Sallow made the mistake of allowing himself to get too close to Y/n, a Hufflepuff he never expected to fall for. After watching her with a fellow Hufflepuff, Sebastian’s jealousy gets the best of him. Angsty fluff ensues.

Note: I've decided to turn this blog into a multi-fandom one, so if you have any Viktor or Sebastian Sallow requests, feel free to send them my way!

I also have a Naruto-centric blog here if you're curious!

Jealousy was a brutal thing, and Sebastian hated every moment of it.

Sebastian was not an idiot—he knew what it meant to fall for someone and how quickly it could set in. He knew it could creep in when he least expected it, even if he had been determined to keep things platonic.

But Sebastian wondered if he was an idiot for not acting on those feelings sooner.

Having the privilege of being near you—immersed in your day-to-day innocence and always choosing to follow him despite being surrounded by numerous other students at Hogwarts—made Sebastian feel significant. Like it was his purpose to stand by you through everything.

Watching you sit in the library with a fellow Hufflepuff was not what Sebastian expected to set him off. To shake him down to his very core and set everything in his life ablaze.

He stood there, not too far from the scene that made his heart clench and took in how you laughed with the boy, sat next to him around one of the tables. His skin flushed with heat, and an unfamiliar tremble claimed his body.

Sebastian was your best friend, and for some dramatic reason, he wanted to be the only person to make you laugh like that. Knowing he wasn't the only one capable of eliciting those smiles from you made his system flush with irritation.

You were one of the most special people in his life, and Sebastian couldn't help but feel like he was in the process of watching you be torn away from him.

Sebastian wasn't in the library to read but to meet up with you for an outing at Hogsmeade. Seeing you tip your head back with an enthusiastic laugh made him crumble on the spot, and he tore away from the room without saying a word.

Storming through the halls, fuming, Sebastian's vision narrowed as he let that jealousy consume him. He wanted to ruin anyone who came in between you two, but he knew it was pointless. Instead, he needed to stew in it.

Sebastian realized then that he was willing to do anything for you because there was no him without you. He was deceived by his own heart, and he'd be damned if he watched someone else sweep you off your feet.

Not long after, footsteps came from behind him, and a gentle hand against his shoulder made Sebastian whirl around, eyes clouded by envy.

"What is it?"

He swallowed hard then, realizing it was you. Even if he was pissed off, Sebastian couldn't ignore how his heart lurched just from taking in your features, and wishing he could caress you. Wishing he could hold you.

"I didn't find you in the library, so I went looking for you," you murmured to him, smiling gently for him despite the irritation that shaded his face. "We're still on for Hogsmeade, right?"

Something in Sebastian wanted to refuse and tear away to spend the rest of the day sulking by himself in some dark corner someplace, but the half-assed response left his lips before he could stop it.

"Let's get going then."

The tight-lipped, almost curt response made you look at him for another moment, but you pulled a pleased look for him and fell into step through the halls.

Normally, you'd spend the whole time chatting with Sebastian, not realizing how quickly the walk went by until you got there in what felt like record timing. You'd be laughing so hard your stomach ached, bantering and poking fun at each other.

But only silence lingered between you then. Strangely, Sebastian walked a step ahead of you most of the way, head down. He directed you onto the hidden path that few people took instead, leaving only you and him to walk awkwardly through the trees.

"Did you see what happened in potions today?" You prompted him, hoping the weird tension would fizzle away.

Sebastian didn't lift his head and kept moving, mumbling a 'no'.

"Oh, well Nicolas Weaver went to mix the ingredients in his cauldron but Reina Quavo dropped something in it and the whole thing blew up in his face," you recounted, laughing quietly at the memory.

But Sebastian's only response was a murmured acknowledgment like he wasn't truly paying attention.

Brows furrowing in question then, you stuffed your hands in your pockets. "Are you alright, Sebastian?"

"I'm fine," he muttered, lacking his usual light and charm. He kept walking even as you struggled to keep up the pace due to your confusion.

"It doesn't seem like it."

Sebastian audibly huffed and shook his head, storming forward.

"What's the matter?" You called, halting in your place, fed up with his vague answers. "You aren't being yourself—this isn't like you, Sebastian."

Snapping then, Sebastian pivoted on his heel and raised his arms in question, stomping closer to you, face pained. "What do you want me to say? I'm exactly like myself!"

Disagreeing with him, you shook your head and stood your ground. "You've been miserable. Just tell me why."

Irritation flared in Sebastian's eyes as he cut the space between you. "Tell you what, that I saw you flirting with some kid earlier?! That I had been in the library but couldn't stand watching him make you laugh? But that would be ridiculous, wouldn't it?!"

Stunned by his outburst, you blinked back at him with more confusion ebbing into your face. "What—"

Before you could say anything, Sebastian's lips pressed against yours firmly, forcing your eyes closed. He gripped your arms to keep you from stumbling back, completely surrounding you.

Before you could relax into the kiss, Sebastian pulled away, dropping his hands. He gazed at you, just as surprised by the sudden affection. Sebastian ran a hand over his face and took a step back, mumbling, "damn it."

Unable to find the words, you just stared at him and swallowed harshly. You took a moment to pull yourself together enough to murmur, "Sebastian, what's going on?"

Averting his eyes, Sebastian closed them, as if all of his problems would be solved the moment he opened them again. He let go of a heavy sigh before meeting your gaze. "I don't want to lose you."

"But you won't," you reassured him, taking a step forward, eyes laced with sincerity. "I wasn't flirting with Frederick in the library because I don't see him that way. We're in the same house, you know."

"I know, it was stupid of me," Sebastian mumbled, visibly annoyed with himself. "I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"It's okay," you said, reaching for his hands. Taking them in yours carefully, Sebastian met your eyes, almost surprised that you hadn't run off yet. "I understand. I get jealous when girls from your house talk to you or ask you questions."

Sebastian's brow cocked at that, genuinely curious. "You do?"

At your nod, a bashful smile crept across Sebastian's lips, and he chuckled. Pulling you closer from where your hands were connected, Sebastian let a hand cup your cheek while the other found its place against your hip.

"You don't need to worry about that. I don't see them the way I see you," Sebastian murmured gently, giving your hip a small squeeze before he brought his other hand to cup your face. "If you don't mind, I'd like to kiss you again."

Smiling with no objection, you nodded, heart fluttering at the prospect.

Sebastian's warmth surrounded you once again, lips soft against your own. The kiss was sweet and gentle at first like he was mapping out every inch of you. He deepened it the moment his heart screamed for more, overwhelmed by how good it felt.

Clutching at him, you knew nothing had ever felt quite as right as the sparks between you, and the thought of having to break apart made your heart ache.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian whispered against your lips, breath warm and minty. His thumb stroked your cheek, and he pulled a small smile. "You're my partner in crime, and I'll do whatever I can to keep you in my life."

Unable to fight against the flurry of elation sprouting inside your chest, you smiled back at him, murmuring, "You can start with that butterbeer."

"Anything you'd like," he replied, pressing his lips against yours like he'd never have the chance to again.

Needless to say, it took some time for the two of you to make your way to Hogsmeade, too engrossed in one another to care.

[hollowwrites]

🤍 Sebastian Masterlist 🤍

✨ Main Masterlist ✨

🔞 Sebastian Headcanon 🔞- Headcanons for everyone’s favourite Trash Man

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Missed Opportunities - Sebastian makes up for not going to a wedding with Victoria

The Captain and Her Keeper - Seb and Imelda cuteness

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(Separate Sebastian stuff that isn’t really canon to my other stuff)

Angsty Seb Request - a little themed request for after Sebastian’s story ends

Possession and Obsession - Request for Seb handling a possessed MC

The Yule Ball - Drabble of practising for the Yule Ball with MC

Game Changer - Drabble for Sebastian telling Imelda about fifth year

What do you propose? - Sebastian proposing fluff

Medusa’s Vipers - Ominis and Sebastian being protective of Evelyn

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Don’t know where else to put this so this is the Relic I made…

Little reference for my Seb

[scp230kinnie]

pls do music tastes for stardew valley bachelors🙏🙏

- someone you definitely don't know

Before we begin I want everyone to know I did see the requests for other fics/hcs and I’m working on them but it has been a little hard cuz of exams 😭 will have them finished as soon is I can

I love shartstew valley omg 😻😻

I definitely don’t know you or anything 😻💪

May I introduce to you all

STARDEW VALLEY BACHELORS MUSIC TASTE HEADCANONS

Characters: Alex, Elliott, Harvey, Sam, Sebastian, Shane

Warnings: cringe

Alex

Modern music

Not Harry styles or anything I think he would hate him

He probably listens to imagine dragons and rap music

He secretly listens to country music

His favorite songs are believer by imagine dragons and high hopes by panic! At the disco

He probably listens to pierce the veil secretly tbh

Emo music is his guilty pleasure

He listens to Eminem while he works out

He also probably doesn’t listen to music very often

Elliott

So obvious but classical music

Like if it has piano or violin he loves it

He also listens to opera

Like he won’t watch it but he likes hearing the voices

He has his music going when he’s writing or he’ll have it playing quietly while he does stuff in his shack

His guilty pleasure is EDM music

He swears he hates it and insists he’s a man of culture

But he does listen to EDM

Not very often tho

Harvey

I like to think he doesn’t really listen to music that often

But if he were to I think he would like smooth jazz

He has it playing quietly in his little hospital sometimes along with the elevator music that’s probably playing

He also listens to 80s rock music

Not very often tho

Usually just when combing his moustache or reading

Not really music but he also likes to listen to ocean noises

Usually only when he REALLY can’t sleep

Which isn’t very often

Sam

Rock music

Of course

He also probably listens to whatever music his own band makes

His favorite artists/bands are måneskin, Paramore, Ozzy Osbourne, and Metallica

He also listens to ABBA

His all time favorite song is dancing queen

He secretly listens to KPOP

Specifically the girl groups

But he totally fanboys over Felix from SKZ

Same

It’s not really a secret because I can guarantee Sebastian knows

He also tries singing along but he doesn’t know Korean so he just says gibberish and hopes it’s close

He also likes listening to whatever openings are from his favorite shows lol

Sebastian

My one true love

Listens to emo music duh

Jk he likes metal, rock, and nu metal

His favorite bands are being me the horizon, Pierce the veil, motionless in white, evanescence, and asking Alexandria

His favorite Song is dark passenger by motionless in white

He is not open to new music

He’s the typa guy to go “come on turn on something good instead of this trash” when you’re listening to anything that’s not within his music taste

He insists his music taste is better than everyone else’s

He doesn’t say it out loud, but when he sees someone in public wearing merch from one of the bands he likes, he really wants to ask them to name 3 songs

I still love him tbh

Late night K-POP karaoke with Sam

Shane

He listens to SoundCloud rappers

He doesn’t make any but he kinda wants to

His favorite band is Green day

His favorite song is Superman by Eminem

I feel like he would put in headphones on the way to work every morning and listen to music

Aside from that I don’t really feel like he listens to music that often

His guilty pleasure is country music

Claims it’s the worst thing he ever heard but secretly shazams any songs

Probably sits in silence with his own thoughts most of the time

Okay that’s it lmk if y’all want the bachelorettes lololol

I hope you enjoy person i definitely don’t know

[todoroki-waifu]

Headcanons about how Sebastian, Agni, and Rei would react accidentally overheard their gender neutral crush saying that they would be thrilled to have him as their romantic partner?

Warning: Gender neutral reader. 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 392

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~Sebastian(Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler)~

Will act unfazed, but you can see a knowing smile on his face as he walks in on your conversation.

Offers you refreshments, but pours you a cup of tea first (he knows you tend to forget to stay hydrated).

You're a bit nervous that he's not saying anything because it's so obvious he heard you.

Asks you what's bothering you as if it was like asking how's the weather.

Sebastian will tell you that he did indeed hear what you said, but only after you bring up the topic. 

He's the type to make you so curious that you'll burst and have to tell him what's on your mind. 

Though it's hard to determine what he's thinking/feeling, he is also thrilled that your feelings are mutual.

Finds that he would need to work harder on getting you to not hide what's on your mind.

~Agni (Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler)~

Agni has to immediately slap a hand over his mouth to keep a loud gasp from slipping out.

Tries to keep himself unseen, but fails.

Apologizes constantly because he doesn't want you to think he's eavesdropping on your conversations. 

Agni tells you that he can forget what you said if it makes you uncomfortable.

His heart is leaping out of his chest when you tell him you don't want him to forget, but want to know his thoughts.

Not sure who gasped louder, you or him?

Definitely awkward about it at first, but relaxes after you reassure him to act like himself.

That's what made you fall for him in the first place.

Is too shy to kiss you on the lips/cheeks, but will hold your hand and kiss it.

~Rei (Buddy Daddies)~

His ears perked up immediately. 

Doesn't try to hide his presence.

Will come out and say "What?!"

Rei won't yell it, but his face says everything.

As you try to explain, he cuts you off and asks why you didn't tell him sooner?

Because the two of could have been playing Morio Kart together a long time ago!

He's never asked you before because he wasn't sure if you'd want to play with him.

But now you both can! (If you want.) 

His brain is rushing with different date ideas...most of them consisting of arcades or laser tag. 

Excited that he can share his likes/hobbies with you and vice versa. 

[rae-and-mezo]

Can you do when ominis and sebastion reactions when freader speaks Spanish to them like romantic and don't understand?

A/n: I am not hispanic, nor do I speak Spanish! I am doing my best to honor people who do speak Spanish and or are Hispanic. Please, if I mess something up, tell me!!

Characters: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow:

You're curled up with him in your Vivarium after a particularly hot day. Thankfully the enclosure is charmed too always be cool.

While yes, Sebastian CAN be a romantic, he can also be a nuisance. This was one of those days. He heard you complaining about the weather and dropped an ice cube down the back of your robes. You had spent the day looking for your lionfish spines only to find Sebastian had borrowed them and forgot to put them back.

So yeah. You were kinda annoyed with him. But, unfortunately, you love him. He apologized to you with a kiss and asked to have a date in the vivarium. Of course you couldn't say no to those eyes.

"I do hope you didn't get into much trouble over the lion spines." He mumbled into your hair.

"No, Professor Sharp didn't notice. I do owe Imelda a handful of them though."

He laughed at that. You both were quiet a moment before you decided to break the silence. "You're lucky I love you, Amor. A veces, me vuelves loca."

"Uh, what?" He leaned down to your face with a confused expression. "What does that mean?"

"That's for me to know." You teased.

A laugh bubbled from his chest. "You should speak Spanish more often. It's pretty."

"Sólo para ti mi amor."

Ominis Gaunt:

Ominis's favorite place to be is probably the lake. He just likes the sound of the waves and the smell is even slightly comforting. The lake is especially nice when you're there with him.

He's leaning against you with a soft smile as you read aloud from your book. Of course, he's capable of reading it himself but your voice is just so nice :)

He's startled when something runs across his lap and lets out a small yelp. "What was that?"

between your giggles you manage to answer him. "It was just a chipmunk!"

The chipmunk hadn't run away since most of the little guys were used to letting humans pet them in exchange for a scrap of dinner or an extra peanut. So you picked it up and held it to Ominis.

"Look! He's friendly!"

Carefully Ominis reached out. He let the chipmunk sniff his hand first before scratching it lightly on the head. "It's soft." He smiled. "and so...small! I thought they were bigger than this!"

With the way his face lit up at the small animal, you couldn't help but smile at him. So much love coursing through your veins.

"Eres un alma hermosa, querida."

You whispered it so quietly that Ominis almost didn't hear. "Hm? What does that mean?"

"oh, uh." You flushed even though he couldn't see you. "It means you have a beautiful soul...my dear."

His face tinged with pink. "O-oh. Well, thank you. As do you." He gave the Chipmunk one more scratch before you put him down and rewarded him with a piece of an apple. "Where were we?"

[sebbybooks]

My Sister’s Neighbor

Sebastian Stan Fanfiction

Part 3

I can only assume that everyone on this street was sleeping while Sebastian and I were the only ones awake. From my limiting view behind the window I look around and wondered if anyone else could see him watching me.

I should be terrified. The longer I sat with that feeling it started to feel like I was asking myself if I truly was. In hindsight I was alone with him. No one knew what was happening or was about to transpire in the middle of the night on their quiet little street. Not even my sister who was sound asleep in Sebastian’s home.

I wondered if that same thought crossed his mind as well. I pretended to look over my shoulder as if someone else was there. To give the illusion that I wasn’t actually by myself. He stared back at me undeterred like he knew my bluff, because by now he knew the line between us had already been crossed. Sighing a shaking breath I knew what I needed to do, an yet every logical thought paralyzed me as opposed to offering my mind a sense of sanctuary. Instead, I floated in a puddle of confusion. Almost like I chose this option on purpose. Like I wanted to be hunted. Without hesitation or even a single thought as to why I even did what I did. I slid the curtains away so that I could finally see him in clear view.

Faint orange lights glowed down the street and yet Sebastian still looked like a dark shadow. I stared into the darkness nearly straining my vision trying to get a good look at him. This man was twisted.

There’s simply no denying that anymore, but at this point what does that make me? Overflowing with a different kind of warmth that borders the thin line of arousal. I realized Sebastian was pushing me to insanity at this point if he was making me feel things for him. However, nothing was going to happen I thought to myself. He wasn’t going to step away from his perfect illusion especially since Dakota was so close. I was good, I was fine.

With that knowledge in mind I reacted rather stupidly by thinking between my legs instead of my head. It felt like an outer body experience one that I had no ability to tame. Moving the palm of my hand I brushed across my shoulders to push down the straps of my thin tank top. It slid down stopping at the waistband above my shorts. I let him drink the sight of me in for just a second. It was a strange erotic pleasure I felt knowing he caught a glimpse of me. Lifting up on my toes, I lifted my arm to draw back the curtains. Just as I closed it completely I peeked around it one last time to see if he was still there.

Of course he was gone.

My body froze. I stared at the spot he stood seconds ago. I tried to calm my nerves by telling myself he went back inside his house. Sebastian couldn’t have gone far that quick. I looked out the window for signs that he was back in his home. There were none that I could see, yet I still couldn’t relax. It dawned on me that he did possess a spare key to this house all thanks to my love crushed sister.

THREE DAYS EARLIER

“Why the hell do you have my cat?” The sight of Angus threw me in a tailspin that I couldn’t wrap my head around. Without further delay I quickly bent down and scooped him up before he could get away again. Though, watching as he cozied up to Sebastian I didn’t think the old boy dreamt of ever leaving him.

“I didn’t know that was your cat.” Sebastian says, lifting his brow curiously.

“Were you just not going to return him to his rightful owner?” I accuse.

Sebastian looks back at me with a frustrated glare, swallowing down a groan. “My only crime is that I gave him cat food and water when he wandered to my door.”

“Oh, so it didn’t dawn on you that he belonged to me when you clearly saw me with a cat carrier yesterday?” I say with a calmness to my tone, but it was laced with anger.

“I have to admit I am enjoying how much you think you left an impression on me from the ten seconds I caught a glance at you.” He looks at me like I am the delusional person here. An for a millisecond a cold splash of reality hit me right in the face. What if I was doing it again? Overlapping what was real and what wasn’t. I mean I did tell myself I heard him call my name yesterday. Which honestly could have been my mind playing tricks on me. Now I am accusing him of cat napping Angus. For all I know he actually could have wandered out of the house. I mean it isn’t like I’m his favorite person.

I was pulled from my own thought when Angus’s tailed swatted against my arm. Usually that was his way of urging me to put him down.

“Well…. ok.” I say as I turn to walk away.

“I think the words you are looking for are I’m sorry.” The low cadence in his voice falls across my ears.

“For what exactly?” I scoffed.

He fixates on something behind me before dragging his gaze back to me. I look up at him staring into his eyes dumb founded.

He folded his arms and made a mock expression as if he were thinking about something. “Let’s see, how about you charging over here onto my property ready to raise hell for no damn reason all for a cat you aren’t properly watching.”

Sensible words were lost on me, because I was too stunned by this buzzcut, too tight t-shirt wearing asshole before me. I kept my expression calm and I nodded my head suggesting that he wasn’t wrong.

“You’re right I should say fuck you.” I smile up at him.

“Demetria!” I hear my sister’s voice booming behind from behind me. I turn to see my sister’s face contorted with embarrassment and shock as she speed walks across the street. When she finally reaches where the two of us stands Dakota looks over to Sebastian apologetically and glares at me like a errant child and not an adult. Automatically assuming I am the one in the wrong here. And so what if I am? She’s my sister and she’s suppose to have my back.

“Is everything alright?” My sister asks with a giant fake smile plastered across her face. Sebastian flicks his gaze to me and I bore my eyes into his.

“I have food here for strays.” He exhales.

I let out a laugh. “Of course you do.”

Sebastian’s gaze soften and the corner of his eyes crinkle. Shaking his head slowing, the corner of his mouth upturn into a small smile as he turns away on his heels. Walking further into his garage I stand behind watching in curiosity. Within seconds Sebastian returns carrying two clear totes before dropping it to the ground. My eye’s immediately roam over to what’s in them. I roll my eyes to the point it hurts. I glance up at Sebastian and he’s looking at me like he wants to say I told you so.

Sure enough there was variations of food for cats and dogs, alongside rolled up blankets, disposable food bowls, and a handful of nylon collars.

“If he was still here when I got back I was going to check to see if he was chipped or not.” Sebastian says.

Dakota clutches her heart with both of her hands. “That is so sweet of you.” Her voice no louder than a whisper.

“It nothing. I run a nonprofit animal rescue sanctuary. I keep some stuff with here with me just in case I come across any strays in the area. This little guy was most likely attracted to the scent.”

“Who knew I lived across the street from Clark Kent.” Dakota cooed, it took everything in me to not crinkle my nose in disgust.

I stare back at her blankly unsure of what the hell was actual happening.

Bending down to access him, Dakota timidly rubs his paw between her fingers.

I look up at Sebastian. He was already watching me. Attempting to bite back a smirk, he turns himself away from me to face Dakota. “ I was just telling his owner Demi I’d never turn away from a pet in need.” The way he said my name sent moths instead of butterflies to my stomach.

“Really? Cause that’s not what I heard.” Dakota directing that towards me.

“I am going to walk away now.” I leave the two of them feeling weird. It wasn’t the weirdness you feel when you know you’re being left out or like you’ve been walking around with a stain on your pants that no one told you about. It was the feeling like something was wrong kind of weird. Not even barely out of earshot I could hear Dakota say to him. “I guess it’s still fresh for her, I mean its almost been a year since she lied about being stalked.”

[bucks-babe]

Be Mean To Me

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

Summary: After a long day at work, you just want to lose all control and have your boyfriend fuck you into oblivion 

Warnings: Established relationship, slight angst, fluff, smut, mean!dom!bucky, reader asks for it, they are so in love, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male receiving), ball sucking, slapping, spit kink?, degradation, humiliation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch, sugar, good girl), daddy kink, some praise, spanking, pussy slapping (like once), safe word (yellow), vaginal sex, no prep anal, Bucky has a huge dick, choking, aftercare, check-ins, crying during sex, crying after sex, soft!Bucky, no mention of Y/N, no description of reader other than being female

Word Count: 4.9k of mostly smut

A/N: This was very self indulgent. Work has been kicking my ass and I want to be taken care of. Any mistakes are my own. If I missed any warnings please let me know. @bucknastysbabe it's done! I think I should go back to therapy. But hey, smut

You feel your throat tighten as you walk up to the apartment you share with Bucky. It was one of those days that left you beaten down and wanting to curl up under your blankets and cry. You didn’t even want to go into work this morning, having to force yourself to get ready. Too many rude customers, incompetent coworkers giving you more work than you get paid to do, everything leaving you overstimulated and wanting your boyfriend.

It left a craving deep down inside of you, a want that you knew only he could quell. You just wanted to shut your brain off, have Bucky take care of you, ruin you, treat you like a whore, break you down, just to put you back together again.

You swallow the lump in your throat and unlock the front door, finding Bucky on the couch watching some random action movie that he claimed to hate. At the sight of him your body naturally relaxes and the urge to crawl onto his lap is too much to bear.

“Hey, sugar. I’ve been missing you all day. You’ll never fucking believe the video Sam sent me of Tony trying out his new thrusters! He flew rig- What’s wrong?” He perked up at the sound of the door opening, truly missing his girl. Whenever you’re around him his entire day gets better, a lightness filling his chest, but when he sees how run down you are, his heart literally hurts for you. Bucky wants to protect you from everything, from supervillains all the way to spiders in the house.

“Long day, baby. Just wanna be with you.” He opens his arms and you instantly crawl into his lap, eyes burning with tears you refuse to shed. He runs his metal hand up and down your back, pulling you as close to him as possible, while his flesh hand rests on your head, holding you to his neck, letting you breathe him in.

“What can I do for you, sugar? Want to talk about it? I can order from your favorite place. Can run you a bath. Whatever you want, sweet girl.” 

“Please, be mean to me, Bucky.” Bucky feels his heart clench in his chest. He wants to keep your heart safe from whatever it is that is plaguing you, but he knows he can’t. What he can do is follow your request and make you forget.

“How mean do you want me, sugar?” Bucky has done this for you a few times. He always asks how you want him to treat you. It’s in his nature to be sweet to you, fill you with praise, but that's not what you want right now. You want to be degraded and treated like a fucktoy.

“Mean.” You keep your eyes trained on him. This is the only part where you need to keep your head on, make sure that he knows you want this.

“Remember your colors, sugar?” You nob, excitement bubbling up inside of you. “Remember, daddy will only be upset with you if you don’t use them. If you need to say yellow or red, you will.” His tone is final. This is the only way he would ever agree to treating you like a slut.

“Yes, daddy.” And just like that, Bucky’s entire demeanor changes. He goes from your sweet, cuddly boyfriend to a cold and callous body of muscle. 

“Then take your clothes off, slut.” He pushes you off his lap, just hard enough to give the illusion of indifference. As you strip, Bucky keeps his eyes trained on the TV, not paying you any mind. Your core throbs at the fact that you are completely exposed while he is still fully dressed. 

“On your knees.” He’s still not looking at you, but you obey without thought, willing to do whatever he wants. Grabbing the back of your neck, he forces you in between his spread legs, and you whine at the fact that his cock is still soft inside his sweats. Any other day, Bucky would make sure that your knees were never on the hardwood floor without a pillow or something soft underneath, but not today.

On days like these, when you want to feel completely submissive, it takes Bucky a while to get aroused. It’s in his nature to love up on you, make you drunk with pleasure in the sweetest way possible. He feeds off of your energy. When he is sure that you are having fun, his body lets himself fall into his role.

“What? You think at the first signs of some tits I’m gonna get hard? I knew you were a dumb slut but I didn’t realize just how thick you were.” Your pussy was absolutely pulsing with need. With his hand still on the back of your neck, he rubs your face against his crotch, feeling his cock begin to harden at the smell of your arousal.

He pulls you back far enough to slide his pants down, foregoing boxers, and you immediately try to take his half hard length in your mouth. Before you can process it, Bucky’s right hand lands a slap to your cheek - hard enough to make a welt that will take a few hours to disappear. You gasp and your cunt pulses even harder than before at the sting left on your cheek. 

His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than it’s supposed to be, and forces you to look him in the eye. In the back of your mind you realize that he turned on the cooling function in his arm to sooth your cheek; the arm was built to keep him cool in the Wakandan sun and heat. “Did daddy say you could suck his cock?” He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you. “Then keep your slutty mouth shut.”

He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. “Hands behind your back, and suck on daddy’s balls.” You join your hands together behind your back without question and nuzzle his balls. Wasting no time, you take one into your mouth, sucking feverishly, enjoying the light dusting of hair tickling your face.

“Oh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take ‘em both in your dirty mouth.” He pushes you further into him, cutting off your oxygen, and you swear you hear your slick drip onto the floor. Your jaw aches as you try to get them both in your mouth, but you can't; his balls are too big. Bucky ruts against your face, squishing his balls, precum leaking from his tip, dripping onto his stomach after he takes his shirt off.

With your limited amount of movement, you alternate between each ball, licking at the seam. Every time you switch balls, you feel the other drag wetly across your face and you have to clench your legs in an attempt to quell the ache between them while fighting with your need for air. “Such a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddy’s nuts, shit.” He pulls you back just as your head starts to go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and you gasp for air, spit is covering the lower half of your face and is dripping down your neck and chest; Bucky feels his cock throb at the sight.

Reaching out, Bucky smears your spit around your face and leaves another, weaker smack to your cheek before he grabs his cock and uses his weeping tip to tease you, dragging it on your face. “What a nasty fucking bitch, drooling all over the place just from sucking some balls.” He slaps your cheeks with it a few times before forcing your head down all the way, making you gag and you immediately pull off, coughing.

He stares into your eyes, cold and calculating, waiting for you to speak. When your coughing subsides you manage to get out a hoarse ‘green,’ giving him the all clear. He takes your head and once again makes you take his cock, this time much slower and not as deep, the first time he wanted to fuck with you. “Such a perfect fucking mouth, shit.” He stops you from bobbing your head, “Stop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.” You're sure you’re leaking onto the floor at this point.

You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; he’s not watching shit. Nonetheless, you rest your head on his thigh, getting comfortable, spreading your legs out to get closer to the floor so your head won't be bent at an awkward angle, ignoring the pain in your knees and the ache in your jaw. 

The only sounds filling the room are Bucky’s ragged breathing and the movie playing in the background. There is saliva everywhere, his cock, all over his balls, down to his ass and on the couch. His cock is constantly leaking precum into your mouth but you don’t swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue. 

This isn’t what you wanted, you wanted him to demolish you. Sitting with his cock in your mouth is giving you too much time to think, so you do what any sane person would do - be a brat. At the first suckle, Bucky lets out a broken moan, at the second, he knows what you’re up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, “Don’t make me punish you, bitch.” At the third, he yanks you off of his dick, a trail of drool and precum keeping the two of you connected, as slaps you once again with his flesh hand, this time not soothing the marred flesh with his metal hand.

He stands and kicks the couch out of the way and pulls you with him by the neck. “You disobedient little-” he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. “Is that what I think it is?” You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering. 

With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. “What a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.” He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, “Lick it the fuck up, bitch,” before pushing you to the ground. 

Your knees hit the wood hard and pain runs up your spine. You ignore the ache and brainlessly lap at your juices on the floor before Bucky smushes your cheek against the puddle and you moan. “Messy bitch, you are? Cunt is pulsing, waiting for my dick. Too bad I have to punish you, isn’t it, slut?” He leans down to the floor, eyes lined up with yours. “Daddy is going to give you ten spanks and I want you to count them.” You don’t respond immediately, stuck in a sort of limbo, drawn in further at the softness in his eyes.

No matter how hard he tries, Bucky can’t hide his devotion to you, that’s why he doesn’t let you look at him when he needs to play this role. His whole face softens at your silence, fearing he’s gone too far. “Color, sugar.” Stroking your cheek, he leans in closer, breathing you in.

“Green, daddy, so green.” The sigh Bucky lets out is audible and he feels ten times lighter.

“Good girl, you want to keep going the way we were?” Even though you said green, he wants to be certain.

“Yes please, daddy, want you to be mean.” You look so small and soft. Bucky struggles to put his facade back up, but he knows you need this.

Bucky positions himself behind you, staring at your ass and glistening pussy, and feels his cock bounce. The first slap isn’t soft by any means, you know there will be a handprint left. Your body jolts and Bucky groans at the jiggle of your ass. “One.” The second is on your other cheek and makes you clench around nothing. “Two.” He lands the next two much harder on the same cheek and you feel tears form in your eyes, yet continue to count, digging your nails into your palm.

He repeats the two spanks to your left cheek and takes a break to sooth your heated and raised skin with his metal hand after you’ve counted. The ground beneath your cheek is hard and unforgiving, leaving you neck bent at an odd angle. Spank seven lands on the back of your right thigh and somehow feels much stronger. “Shit! Seven, daddy.” Eight is on your left, and is just as hard. Your entire lower body aches: cunt pulsing and throbbing for his cock, thighs burning, and ass red and raw, sobbing with every impact.

“These last two are going to be harder, slut, since you forgot to count.” Even with his warning, you aren’t prepared. They are hard and fast, hearing them before you feel them, knocking the breath out of you, and you try to scramble up, but Bucky holds you down. “Don’t run away from me, you know better.” All of a sudden, the sharpest and most excruciating pain blooms from your cunt, and then you hear the wet smack of his metal hand hitting your core. 

You wail, body shooting up, legs fighting to close to soothe the sting left. Before you can, Bucky’s hand on the back of your head keeps you to the ground, while he slams his cock into your cunt, not stopping to let you adjust. “That’s it, fuck. Such a good pussy. Dirty fucking bitch.” You can’t breathe, his cock is knocking all of the air out of your lungs. The only sounds in the room are Bucky’s moans and the wet slapping of skin, his heavy balls banging against your sore clit. With each thrust you’re sure he’s hitting your cervix.

The hand on the back of your head leaves to grab your hip, letting him fuck you even faster, the both of you sliding further and further on the floor. You try to brace yourself with your hands, but the brutality of his fucking is no match. “Daddy, fuck, s-so g-good, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for, but your cunt is pulling him in, barely letting him pull out.

Bucky is practically chasing you on the floor, hips never slowing down, eyes trained on your pussy, loving the creamy white mess on his dick. “Fuuuck, look at the ass bouncing on daddy’s cock, shit! Love the way this fat fucking ass looks when its all red and sore.” He’s in heaven, with the tight clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock, making him feel crazy.

“Daddy! I can’t, f-fuck, please, too much!” You’re fucking delirious with pleasure, feeling something twisting inside of you. You searched for something to hold on to, only finding smooth surface, legs locking, body seizing up.

“You can and you will take this dick, bitch. I don’t care if it makes you fucking bleed.” The pressure in your core builds tighter and tighter, all the while, Bucky’s hips never falter, sack still ramming against your clit.The breath is knocked out of you when you feel the most intense orgasm of your life pass through you.

Keening and wailing, you squirt on Bucky’s cock, the sounds of your fucking somehow getting even more wet until the force of your orgasm pushes his cock out. Your body is left twitching. There is a much larger puddle on the floor now - your cum. Bucky could fucking cum at the sight of your pathetic body laying on the ground, body wrought with pleasure. “Fuck, sugar! That was so fucking hot! You squirted all over, shit! I fucking love you so goddamn much.” 

The entire lower half of his body is covered with your cum and Bucky swears he can feel his heartbeat in his cock. Nonetheless, he wraps his arms around your waist and hulls you over to where he kicked the couch, placing your upper half on the cushions. “You’re so fucking wet now I bet I could slide right into that tight ass, what do you think, slut?” Your core pulses at the thought of his fat cock in your ass, the two of you don’t usually do anal, given how big he is, but you can’t think straight, especially after cumming so hard.

“Yes, daddy. I want your big cock in my ass, want you to fill me up.” Bucky groans at the thought of his excessive load running out of your ass. Leaning back, he ruts against your pussy, gathering more of your slick, before spreading your cheeks with his hands, staring at your puckered hole. He lines his cock up and watches as precum leaks from his tip.

His cock is huge, much longer and thicker than average, and he knows it. Grabbing himself near his tip, he pushes, grunting at the resistance, knowing that this would be much easier if he takes the time to prep you, but you want to be treated like a whore. “You gotta loosen the fuck up, bitch or else I’ll really fucking hurt you. Want this fucking ass so bad, better let daddy in. Cock is too big for this little ass, isn’t it, gonna split you in half, leave you leaking for days.” 

He pushes harder, tip finally popping in, causing searing pain to shoot through you. Crying out, you try to pull forward to escape the burning pain, wiggling further into the couch. Bucky leans over, careful not to push in any further, he knows you need a moment, any other time you would have been fully prepped and he would have slid right in, and wraps his metal hand around your neck, shushing you, “Shhhh, stop being so dramatic.” 

After a few minutes, the pain begins to subside and your breathing calms down. Keeping his hand around your throat, he pushes in, inch by inch, and the pain comes back. You whine into the cushion, every new inch burning more than the last until his hips are flush with your ass. “What the fuck?! Your ass is so fu-fucking tight, shit! Fucking milking my cock, wanna pound this little hole, wanna fucking ruin you.”

Burying his face in the back of your neck, Bucky was taking deep breaths, completely out of it. He wasn’t thinking straight, not when your tight hole was hugging every inch of his cock. You on the other hand, were struggling, it was too much too fast. It fucking hurt, there were tears in your eyes, but your pussy was aching like it wanted more. Your clit throbbed with need, even when your ass was stretched to the brim.

You didn’t want to stop, but you needed a break, before Bucky could move his hips you muttered, “Yellow, daddy, yellow.” The hand on your neck left and Bucky maneuvered his upper body so that he could look you in the eye without moving his cock. His entire demeanor was different, back was your sweet, caring boyfriend. 

“Good girl, daddy’s so proud of you for using your safe word. Shhh, it’s okay, sugar. Do you just need a second to breathe? Take your time, if you need to stop I will.” Bucky caresses your face as he soothes you, bringing you back down. His cock is still buried to the hilt in your ass, driving him insane. He wants to rail you so fucking bad, tip of his cock probably purple by now, but he would never do anything you didn’t want to, more than willing to sit with his cock inside of you until you’re ready or decide to stop.

You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you loosen up and your mind goes fuzzy once again, desperate for him to move. You wiggle your hips, rocking back and forth, instead of pain, blinding pleasure courses through you. “Green, daddy. I’m ready, just needed to get used to your fat cock, want you to pound into me.” Bucky lets out the most sinful groan and stills your hips with his hands.

He starts out slow, easing you into his motions, gradually gaining speed and force the louder your moans get. “Daddy, faster, please, harder, feels so good!” You were practically sobbing, loving the way he was splitting you open. His hips and thighs were wet from when you squirted on him, slapping against your ass, everytime he pulled back a vulgar shlick sound could be heard.

He fucked you faster and harder, staring at where you were connected. “This fucking ass feels incredible. Taking me so well, knew you could do it, fuck. Splitting your tiny ass in half. Oh God!” He could feel his orgasm building up, fighting it off everytime his cum filled sack slapped against your pussy. Letting go of your hips he snarled, “Show daddy how much of a fucking slut you are and bounce that fat ass on his cock.”

You whined, but complied anyway, digging your toes into the floor to get more leverage to keep slamming back on his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and both of your moans completely drowned out the ending of Bucky’s movie, not that either of you cared. Panting and moaning, you kept working yourself on him, feeling another orgasm bubbling up.

Meeting your thrusts, Bucky was rambling, not having one coherent thought in his head, “Look at that, give me that ass, yes! Don’t you dare fucking stop, bitch, want you to milk this cock. Love the way it fucking bounces, never seen anything like it, oh fuck!” He was getting whiny, high pitched moans falling from his lips. He couldn’t help it, his cock was too fucking sensitive and you felt too good. 

“M Gonna cum, daddy! Can I cum?” Bucky practically growls, getting up to his feet to squat, not missing a beat while still trusting in you. Every time his pelvis met your ass he whined and whimpered, loving the way it jiggled. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing his own orgasm closer.

“Not until I do. Fucking hold it, bitch.” It seemed impossible, but Bucky fucked you even faster, his hips moving at a ferocious speed. He wanted to cum so fucking bad and your high pitched moans were about to make him bust. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I’m gonna fucking nut. You want daddy to fill your ass up, huh? God! Fuck, I’m splitting you in two. Uhhh. Balls are so heavy, so much cum. Fuuuuuuck. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, have you leaking.”

His hand wraps around your throat and chokes you, hips still smashing against yours, your orgasm barely being held in. You try to talk, get him to let you cum, but no words come out. Bucky felt his orgasm approach, balls pulling up, “Shiiit, daddy’s gonna cum, gonna flood your ass, you ready, cum with your daddy. Right. Fucking. Now.” Bucky cums with a long, drawn out moan. The feeling of his endless load pouring into your ass sends you over the edge and you cum so hard your vision goes black for a second. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through you. Bucky’s hips jerk involuntarily, prolonging both of your orgasms. 

As you both catch your breaths, you feel Bucky begin to soften inside of you, still plugging your hole, stopping his cum from leaking back out. “You were so good for me, sugar. I’m so proud of you.” At those words you feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Burying your face into the cushions, a sob escapes your throat, all of your emotions finally bubbling over.

Running his hands up and down your back, Bucky soothes you. This was always his least favorite part, seeing you cry. He knows that you’re crying isn’t because of him, but there is always a twinge of fear that shoots through his body, scared that he went too far with you. Bucky pulls out as gently as he can, hissing when the air touches his spent dick, and moves to rest his back against the couch, pulling you into his lap.

Neither of you care that his cum is leaking all over. Bucky will clean the room later, after he takes care of his sweet girl. You cling to him as you sob into his neck, his hands massage your sore cheeks as he whispers in your ear, “Such a good girl for me, you made me feel so fucking good. Can’t even begin to explain how good you felt. There you go, let it out. I’m right here.”

Carefully, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. When he tries to set you down you just cling on harder to him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “I gotta draw us a bath, sugar. You know you have to pee, I’ll be right here when you’re done.” You hesitantly let him go while he draws the bath, putting in your favorite oils. After you pee and wipe, he helps you up so you can wash your hands before sitting you both in the tub.

Bucky sits against the wall of the tub and you curl further into his lap, not wanting any space in between you. Somehow you still aren’t close enough to him, wanting to be surrounded completely by him. Tears are still leaking down your face and even with Bucky’s consuming presence, you can’t seem to pull yourself up to the surface. Bucky’s arms are wrapped around you, making sure that you are as close as possible without him being inside of you.

“Sweets, can you look at me? Want to see those pretty eyes.” You can hear the concern in Bucky’s voice, but you can’t bring yourself to move away. He’s your safe space and you just want to bask in his warmth. “Sweets, please. Can you tell me how you feel? I need to know you’re okay.” You don’t know why that set you off, but all of a sudden more tears escape you, sobs fighting to make their way out.

Bucky’s entire world stops, fear shoots up his spine. He doesn’t know if he could live with himself if he hurt you, if he did something that you didn’t want. He knows that you asked him to treat you like a whore, but what if you didn’t want him to go as far as he did? You used your safe word when it got to be too much, but what if you really wanted to say red, not yellow, but wanted to please him, or felt like you had to please him. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Did I go too far? Please talk to me.”

Even though you didn’t want to talk, you could hear that he was about to cry. “I’m okay. Just love you so much.” You could feel Bucky relax under you.

“You sure, sweets? I’ve never seen you like this before.” While some of his fears subsided, Bucky was still worried about you.

Picking your head up so you could look him in the eye, you saw just how scared Bucky truly was. “I promise, Buck, I loved every second of it. You made me feel so good and cared for. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.” Bucky closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. At that moment, Bucky understood why aftercare was so important. Of course he knew you needed to be taken care of so that you knew how much he loved you, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him feel loved in a way he didn’t know was possible. 

Before the water gets cold you’ve stopped crying, making Bucky feel much better and he washes the sweat and spit off of your face and body, being extra careful with your sensitive pussy and ass. All the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you take turns kissing each other all over.

Bucky feels ten times lighter when he gets a giggle out of you. He knows that there will be days when you need him to treat you like a slut, but you know how much he loves and respects you. He lays you on the bed before grabbing your favorite lotion to put on, being extra careful when it comes to your sore ass, placing kisses in each spot after he's rubbed in the lotion.

 The marks on your face are gone by now, but Bucky still fusses over your skin care routine, knowing you don’t have the energy to complete it. After taking care of you, he climbs into bed and covers the both of you up, still naked but you don’t care. Bucky reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs some chocolate while you feed it to each other. Neither of you say much, but nothing needs said. 

You place kisses on his chest and arms, anywhere that you can reach, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him - Bucky knows. You fall asleep first, not being able to keep your eyes open any longer, Bucky moves you to his chest, cocooning you into him before he falls asleep, your head tucked carefully under his chin, legs tangled together, completely protected by him.

[princess-sallow]

I love my Slytherin boys very much. 🥰💖

I also ship them together so I absolutely love how this turned out. It’s perfect. Thank you again for your beautiful work @giselsan 🥹

[marvelouslizzie]

One More Night

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.4K

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasn’t something you felt often before but now…. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know it’s your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants. 

It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesn’t need to. You just know it. 

He’s one of the popular guys in your college. It’s not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. He’s also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time. 

You don’t blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you weren’t so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because it’s convenient, you can’t come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, it’s breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself “This is gonna be the last time” but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again. 

That’s how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he can’t see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.

“Does it feel that good, doll?” He sounds smug but you can’t answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you alright?” He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

He didn’t physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You don’t know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You don’t want anyone to see you cry. You don’t want anyone’s pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.

“Please talk to me!” His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears. 

“It’s fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I just…” You hesitate for a second but no, you won’t back down this time. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

“That’s fine.” That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “You know it’s okay right?” His worry is so apparent in his voice. “You can always tell me to stop.” What is he talking about? “If you don’t like something or you don’t feel like it anymore… Just tell me next time and I will just stop.”

“There’s no next time Bucky.” The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didn’t intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.

“What?”

“I’m telling you that I can’t do this…” You wave your hand between you two. “...anymore. I’m done. We are done.” 

“What…” He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. “What are you talking about? Did I do something?”

“You didn’t do anything. It’s all my fault.” You have no intention to blame him. You know it’s on you. He never promised you anything.

“I don’t understand.” He sounds so lost. “Just help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.”

“They were, for you. It was never okay for me.” 

You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but… apparently, he does. Maybe he’s not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” He looks at your face and then around. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?” You repeat his words without missing a beat. “I never wanted this. This is what you wanted and that’s why we kept doing it. I was just…” You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. “weak.”

“Weak? You are never weak.”

“Oh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying ‘one more night’ to myself whenever you called or texted me. I’m weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldn’t be like this.”

“Doll, what are you talking about?”

His confusion confuses you as well. Can’t he see how much he’s hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesn’t care.

“This arrangement might be working for you but it’s not working for me, okay?”

“But… this is what you wanted.”

“I never wanted this.”

“You said we can’t get emotions involved!” He sounds somewhat angry this time.

“Because you didn’t want emotions involved!” Your answer comes instantly.

“When did I ever say that?”

His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didn’t care how.

“Just look at you.”

“What does that even mean?” Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?

“It means you didn’t have to say it.”

“How does… I really don’t understand you.” His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.

“You are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.” He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesn’t get it, does he? “You can have anybody you want!”

“Apparently not.” Why does he sound broken?

“Oh, come on!” Your reaction is instant. “You know you can. Don’t act humble. I’m just easier.”

“Easier?” You don’t miss the disbelief in his voice. “Easier?” This time it comes out more angry. “You were never easy!”

“You know what I mean. An easy fu-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. “I never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!” Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about? 

“Bucky…” He doesn’t let you continue. 

“I don’t know what has gotten into you because this… what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didn’t want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!”

“I was trying to protect myself!”

“You never showed any interest to me!”

You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.”

“Uh… what?”

“I tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, it’s fine. You don’t need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.” He’s speaking so fast, you can’t even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.

“You tried to take me on dates?” He squishes his eyebrows together like he can’t believe you are focusing on that part.

“Many times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thing…”

“I thought…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence.

“You thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you weren’t interested, so I finally gave up.”

“No, no, no.” You jump from your awkward position on the bed. “I never realized.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“I thought… they were activities with other… people. Not dates.”

“Why would I take other people to a concert with us?” Oh, he really doesn’t get it.

“I thought… you had plans with your friends and… you were… inviting me as well. Just to show… we are nothing more than friends.”

“Oh, dear god.” He covers his face with both of his hands. “Seriously? Why would you even think that?”

You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You don’t want to say it. Especially not to him.

“I… just never thought…” You don’t know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. “You were interested in anything more than sex.”

“I’m handsome. I’m popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?” He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you don’t realize is that he’s making fun of himself.

“Yeah.” Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.

He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look. 

“God you are so blind.”

“Hey!” You instantly respond.

“Have you ever looked in the mirror?” You make a face but it just spurs him. “You are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You are out of my league.”

“Come on… That’s-” He interrupts you again.

“Please.” The way he says it makes you stop talking. “I have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. It’s a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you don’t want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?”

He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.

“And you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you weren’t gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ‘no’, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!”

You don’t know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.

“Please don’t cry anymore.” He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.

“I…” It’s so hard to speak normally. “I never thought…”

“What?” This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.

“You would actually like me.”

“Like you? Oh, doll… I don’t like you. The word like doesn’t even cover it.” The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.

“Oh fuck…” His moan is like music to your ears. It’s so raw and unfiltered.

You don’t say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before. 

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. “There’s a part of me…” He tries to find the right word. “...that wants to mark you. Show the world that you’re mine.” Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask “Are you mine, doll?” He sounds so nervous yet possessive.

“I am.” You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. “I have been for a long time.”

He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.

“I’m yours, too. I think I always have been.” 

It’s your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time it’s faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.

“Shit!” It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.

“Sorry. I just want to feel you all over me.”

You want to say it’s alright but he’s a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Bucky’s still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position. 

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” 

God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesn’t put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while he’s kissing and licking all over your neck.

Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You don’t remember any occasion you didn’t enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way he’s making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you… The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.

“So… All this time…” Bucky starts to talk. “You thought I was here because this is easy.”

Ah, fuck. He isn’t gonna let that go, is he? You should’ve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesn’t see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.

“All this time… I was where I wanted to be.” Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. “Underneath your body.”

“You weren’t always underneath me.” You answer him with a playful tone.

“As long as I’m inside you, the position doesn’t matter.”

“So…” You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. “You haven’t been sleeping around with anyone else.”

He raises his head just to look into your eyes. 

“All this time, you thought I was fucking other people?”

“I mean…” You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Fucking other people?” His question is a lot more blunt than yours.

“I asked first!” You sound so defensive all of a sudden.

“I can’t live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you… I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldn’t scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?”

You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. It’s just unbelievable.

“Doll?” You didn’t realize you were lost in thoughts. “It’s fine if you have been.” It doesn’t sound fine at all. It sounds like he’s trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. “I’m not saying I won’t be jealous but it’s not like we were actually together.”

You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.

“You are such an idiot and you call me blind.”

“What?”

“I only ever wanted you, you moron.” 

His smile is so big and bright, it’s worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.

“You’re only mine.” He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.

“Only yours.” Your words make him groan loudly. 

“Fuck that mouth of yours. You’re gonna make me come before you.”

“You can do that later.” You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.

“Is that a promise?”

“It can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!”

That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know what’s coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, he’s back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“Harder, huh?”

“Yeah. Just like that.” It’s so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s familiar yet it feels so different this time.

“My girl wants it rough. Why didn’t you just say so?” He sounds cocky there’s also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell he’s close.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” 

“From now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.” That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. “Every fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!”

“Yes!” You practically scream. You don’t know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. “Fuck yes. Please, please, please, don’t stop!” Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.

That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you can’t directly look at his face anymore, you just know he’s about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.

“Fuck, that was…” The struggles to find the right word.

“On another level?” You offer to end the sentence for him. That’s exactly how you feel.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “We should’ve talked to each other before.”

“We were busy doing other stuff.” You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.

“I guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?”

[hollowwrites]

Where has my Cardi-gone?

(Otherwise titled clothing related waffle I thought was cute)

Not a unique idea at all but who doesn’t love a trope am I right? How our precious bois react to MC in their clothes

Am I going to ruin something from one of my fics doing this? Possibly. Do I need to force myself to write something because I feel dooky? Yes.

Garreth, Ominis, Sebastian

~

Garreth

It’s pretty obviously when Maeve is wearing something of his. It’s either offensively Red (a huge contrast to the comforting Mustard of her usual Hufflepuff attire) or it’s a knitted jumper with ‘G’ on the chest. He has thousands, he doesn’t miss the few that he gave her. But most notably, she wears his Quidditch Jersey, that he gave her after he couldn’t be bothered to join the team again in sixth year. His brews we’re more important now and it just took up space in his trunk. The edges were frayed and moth bitten but it didn’t stop Maeve panicking when she added to its distressed look. He smiles dreamily when she looks up at him, worry evident on her face.

“Garr, I’m so sorry!” She says scrubbing furiously at the sleeve now covered in a failed experiment. “I can get you another one”

“Don’t worry….” He sighs contently picking up the corner of the jersey and rubbing a thumb over one of the permanent stains “…It’s like a tapestry of our time together…” he mutters without thinking

“What do you mean?” Her brows still knit together in concern.

“Look…” he tugs softly at the garment, pulling it out for them both to look at. “…Heres where we ate chocolate frogs watching the fireworks. Here’s the hole from when you cut those Dittany Stems and dropped the knife. I nearly died that day…just a casual reminder…” he chuckled “…oh and here’s the grass stain from when we-“

“Garreth!” She scolded going red in the face. He laughed and pinched her cheek

“Point is…It’s ours now. It’s nice knowing you think of me…just a little each day”

~

Ominis

It’s pretty difficult for Ominis to know if Evelyn is wearing anything of his. He doesn’t wear flashy or outrageous clothing so feeling the texture of the clothing is out of the question. And they’re both in Slytherin so no one else knows if it’s his scarf or hers. His jumper, or hers.

He does however, recognise when she wears a certain gift.

When his fingers interlock with hers, at first, he’s irritated by the feel of cool metal against him. He holds her hand up almost offended at the change to the norm.

“What is this?” His brows furrowed in annoyance, twisting the ring between his index finger and thumb

“It’s the ring you bought me. What else would it be?” She laughs and releases his hand, opting to link with his arm instead.

“Oh…you’re wearing it…” a smug smile threatens to tug at his lips.

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I? I’ll wear it on my other hand from now on if it-“

“No no…” he takes her hand in his again, twisting the ring around her finger over and over. A small smile creeping up on his face. “…I’ll get used to it.”

He makes a mental note to buy her a ring with a huge, obviously noticeable stone in the centre…when he gains the courage to propose.

~

Sebastian

Sebastian has little to no patience. Whenever he’s waiting for Victoria to get ready or if they’re just hanging around in her room, he rifles through her things looking desperately for anything about her .

He wants to know…everything.

His eyes drift over to her unkempt bed where a long shirt sleeve can be seen sticking out from under the pillow. He pulls on the sleeve noticing the ink stain on the cuff.

“Hey Vic?” He calls to her holding the shirt between his hands a look of confusion across his face. This is his. He hadn’t seen this shirt in months…he thought he’d lost it. Why was it here?

“Hmm?” She replies finally walking back into the dorms, ready for their day out.

“Why do you have my shirt under your pillow?” He asked still staring down at it in confusion.

“You gave it me last term remember? We got wet walking back from Hogsmeade. And well…you never asked for it back and it smells like you so…” she shrugged and continues to pack her bag for the day. “…I sleep in it now…” she says everything absentmindedly, like it means nothing.

But Sebastian was reeling

She went to bed…every night…thinking of him.

He grinned and looped his arm around her waist, resting his head between her shoulders blades as she continues to prep for the day

“And why do you have my shirt?” He asks again, this time giddily

“I just said we got wet and-“

“No…you have my shirt because you’re mine”

Masterlist

Sorry for always writing about my MCs but my brain doesn’t do anything but what’s stuck in it. Stubborn brain no smart enough.

[scp230kinnie]

Desperately asking for u to do stardew valley dateables and their 'types' like who'd they'd be interested in 😍😍😍

And no basing it off the rivals 😡😡

Grrrr I know who this was 😈

Warning: this means absolutely nothing they CANONICALLY like anyone

This is just my opinion

Anyways I present

Stardew valley dateables types

Alex:

He either likes sporty types like him, or preppy girls 💀

He just wants someone who will play games with him

He also likes someone who will like compliment him a lot

He has a big ego

Sam:

He would like someone who is exactly like him

Someone who likes the same music

Someone with the golden retriever he has

Fall’s immediately

He loves positive people

And people who will listen to music he likes with him

Same with people who support him unconditionally

Sebastian:

Emos

Emo

Gay emos even

E girls

ALL JOKESSSSS

he doesn’t have a type

But if he did it would probably be hippies

He would love people like Hayley from American dad

He has a crush on Gerard way

Harvey:

Lol

I will stand by this until I die but;

HE LIKES BIG GIRLS <3333

He also likes people who are funny

People with a good sense of humor

Elliott:

People with long hair fr

Also people who like music and literature

So people who are like him

He wants someone who is like the forest type to his ocean beach type

He also likes people with a good sense of fashion

Shane:

I actually have no idea

Probably just someone who would be supportive of him and help him when he needs it

A person who likes sports, so he can go to games with them

Just cool people idk

Really caring people

Abigail:

Grunge skater type

Stoners too

Someone who will go for late might walks with her

And watch scary movies with her

Also people with good fashion sense

Emily:

Someone adventurous and open to doing new things

Someone who will dye their hair to match hers

Even if its just a streak

Someone who will help her with random chores

Someone who doesn’t care what people think

And also competitive people she thinks its fun

Haley:

My wife fr

Me im her type

No i think she likes emos

Like there’s two ends of the spectrum for her

On one end is emos or just generally alternative people

The other end is those hockey boys from Canada

Yk the ones with the ugly hair and hats

Leah:

She likes people who are like her

Artistic

Adventurous

And whatever

Has it been made obvious that I know nothing about her?

Im sorry

Maru:

She likes people who are similar to her as well

Very smart

She likes people who are calm and more introverted

She likes people who will help her with whatever she needs

And people who will bake with her ❤️🫶

Penny:

I have no idea

People who will support her

Emotionally and financially

IM KIDDING

she just wants someone supportive

She wants someone who’s good with kids

And someone who’s pretty smart

Okay thats it

Just a reminder you are perfect and that no matter what, and that they would like you no matter what you are like

They canonically like anyone

Stay beautiful guys

[starkwlkr]

ok boomer | sebastian vettel

yeah sebastian not knowing how to end an ig live inspired this but we love him!! short one, but i’m still missing seb even more 😭

A recent tiktok made by your daughter had f1 fans missing Sebastian even more. She had posted a video of all the times Sebastian had asked her to help him with technology. It wasn’t that she was annoyed every time he asked, she just found it adorable. It all started when he created an Instagram account to announce his retirement.

“Do you want to follow mom?” She asked, grabbing her dad’s phone.

“I’ll follow your mother anywhere.” He joked, which your daughter found it cheesy.

“Alright I followed her. What do you want to put in your bio?”

“What do you suggest?” Sebastian thought about it. He couldn’t put his entire life story.

“You could put loving proud father to a wonderful talented amazing daughter.” She grinned.

“Let’s not get carried away.” He joked. “Four time world champion should do it.”

“Okay, got it. Should mom and i be expecting you to go live anytime soon?” She asked.

“Depends, will you be there to help me?”

“Always, old man.”

[canisalbus]

What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.

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