me when he’s fictional, taller than me, has anger issues, has issues in general, fights everyone, doesn’t like people, is twice my age and looks like he’d ignore me irl:
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he had you pinned against the wall with his body keeping you in place, he enjoyed the way you squirmed against him as he kissed you.
it was a simple enough gesture, kissing, but to you, it meant everything and more. especially when it was his.
“you gonna let me touch your pussy, baby?” he asked pulling away from the kiss and meeting your eyes.
the intensity in his made you nod yes before registering what you were agreeing with, but its not like you would’ve said no.
his hand made its way to between your legs, where you needed him the most. he started off gently with teasing your clit. his fingers getting soaked from your arousal, letting him know just how much you wanted him – which is why he slid his fingers into you.
endless moans escaped you at the feeling of his touch.
“you gonna be a good girl and ride my hand? go ahead, make yourself feel good,”
and like the good girl that you are, you did as you were told.
you tried to keep your moans between yourself and bucky, but it was difficult when he would trail kisses along your neck and tease your clit ever so often.
“we gonna have to do something to make you quiet, baby. i wouldn’t want anyone but me to hear those pretty moans,”
you pouted at his words, to which he began kissing you again. your hips moved on their own accord against his hand. it felt so good having his in you.
you could feel his ever-hardening cock against you, which only seemed to make you more eager to reach your high. he watched you carefully and could tell you were getting close, which is why he let his free hand make its way to your neck and force your lips against his once again.
the slight tightening of his fingers against your neck and the motion of his fingers inside you made you cum for him. a smile made its way to his face as he watched you come down from your orgasm.
a/n: thank you to my actual mans who put this idea into my head and made me think about it all day!!
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you were face down and ass up, he put you in this position after making you sit on his face where he made you cum over and over again.
he overstimulated you. you knew if you wanted him to stop, all you had to do was say the word. But that’s the last thing you wanted him to do.
“you gonna give me more, baby?” he asked as he looked down at you.
bucky could feel his erection painfully pressing against the constraints of his pants.
all you could do was whimper out an answer.
“i need you to be vocal with me, baby,” he said, knowing that your consent was all he needed to do what he wanted.
“yes, please,” you managed to whimper out.
and just like that, bucky undid his pants and let his hard cock press against the curve of your ass. you moaned at the bare feeling of him against you and pushed back on him.
he readjusted himself so that he could coat his cock in your arousal and cum. the feeling was teasing, and you craved more, and you made it known to him.
“patience,” he warned.
you moaned in protest but listened to him.
a moment passed before you felt his cock enter you. stretching through the tightness of your pussy, he hissed in pleasure as you buried your face in the bed below you. his hands gripped your hips and moved your body towards his as his hips moved towards yours.
the pace he set was slow and painful, in the most pleasurable way.
“fuck,” you heard him mumble as you tightened around him.
you pushed against him, causing bucky to increase the pace he was fucking you in. soon, the room became a mix of your labored breathing, moans, and the sounds of bucky relentlessly fucking you.
with each thrust, you matched his pace. he held your hands behind your back for better leverage as he fucked you.
“do it,” he demanded and freed your one hand from his tight hold.
You instantly knew what he meant and began teasing your clit in little circles which caused you to clench around him.
“just like that,” he praised you.
“please,” you begged, not knowing exactly what you were beginning for.
your little plea made bucky pull you against his chest. you were now on your knees, pressed against him as he continued to fuck into you. he kissed your neck and whispered sweet nothings to you as you teased your clit.
when bucky thrusted into you and reached a particular spot, the moan you released let him know to keep going.
“cum,” he demanded with a growl.
and with that being said, you came, hard. bucky fucked you through your orgasm and soon followed you with his own feeling of pleasure, but he didn’t stop thrusting into you until you attempted pushing him away from being too sensitive.
“i know, baby. i know,” he chuckled tiredly and kissed your forehead.
summary: in which y/n harbours feeling for remus. he dismissed her attempts towards him, after a few exchanges of words that pushes her further than he intended.
warning: angst – harsh words from remus, fluff – there’s always fluff when remus is involved, your nickname is Blink since your patronus is saw-whet owl – plus I thought having an owl named blink is cute (mentioned more in part 2), age gap - remus is mid 30's and reader is mid 20's.
a/n: I haven’t written for my werewolf man in such a long time. so, here we go. happy reading!
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It was unusual to Remus to have someone be so forward with their feelings towards him. Having always kept to himself throughout the years, he’s only familiar with very few people.
“What do you say, moons? It’ll be like the old days,” Sirius’ voice caught your attention as you approached the kitchen.
It was relatively late, but you weren’t exactly one to go to bed early.
“I don’t know, it’s not like before,”
Remus’ eyes met yours as you walked into the kitchen, making your presence known to the two men.
“What’s got you up so late?” Sirius says leaning his elbows on the table while looking to you.
“You could say I’m a night owl, no pun intended.” You say nonchalantly walking to the cupboards and taking out a glass to have some water.
Remus watches silently as you walk to the sink and fill up the cup, you face him and Sirius as you lean on the counter behind you, “You two seemed to be having quite an interesting conversation before I came in,”
You acknowledged the way Remus’ form stiffened at the mention of your words.
“Curious, are we?” Sirius asked smugly.
“Not exactly, I’m just bored and there’s nothing to do while Dumbledore expects us to wait around for something to happen,”
It was no secret that you didn’t agree with most of the things that Dumbledore told the order to do. After all, why should everyone just sit around and wait for something to happen while you could be out finding new information and helping those in need.
Sirius knew of the way you felt towards this, he himself partially agreed with you. He hated to have Harry at Hogwarts not knowing when danger may strike.
“Moony and I were planning on spending a night in the countryside where we use to go to during our holidays when we were in Hogwarts,” He looked to Remus the entire time with a look that had Remus knowing he would have no choice but to come along now.
“You guys must’ve had quite the time back then, especially you, Sirius. I assume your drinking habits were the same as they are now?” You asked folding your arms and tilting your head to him.
“You bet, I’m always the life of the party. Isn’t that right, Moony?” He nudged Remus’ legs beneath the table.
“I couldn’t agree more.” He said with a smile recalling the many times he would have to play the designated wizard and make sure Sirius and James were okay for the night.
“How about you Remus? Were you a party boy like Sirius was?” you try to have Remus engage in conversation with you.
“Nothing like him. I was always the one to make sure they made it to their dorms safely,” he returned the knowing smile Sirius was sending him.
You always enjoyed hearing about their experiences at Hogwarts. It was well before your time, and while you had your own wholesome experience, nothing could compare to the days of the marauders.
“How about you, y/n? any wild stories?” Remus asked curiously.
“Nope, I spent most of my time in the library or in my dorm,” you said with a small smile.
“Just like Moony,” Sirius laughs.
Your eyes met Remus’ who looked at you with a gleam of something.
The most rebellious thing I did was becoming an animagus, and that was to patrol the farm my family owned,” you explained.
That’s the main purpose of you becoming an animagus, it was only you and your mother at the farm. Your father had been killed after the first war since he didn’t want to join Voldemort’s army. He was born a pure blood and was in Slytherin house when he attended Hogwarts. The lose of your father brought upon a maturity in you which carried with you today.
“You should join Remus and I when we go to the cabin in the countryside. There’s more than enough space,” Sirius beams and looks to Remus who seems anything but jolly at the thought of it.
“I don’t know Pads, you said you wanted to go by the next full moon…” Remus tried to make up an excuse to not have you be there.
“So? y/n can handle a full moon experience. She’s tough,” Sirius dismissed his claims.
The full moon was just in a few days and the thought of having you see him like that surged his anger.
“Sirius…” he said in a warning tone.
Sirius raised his hands in surrender but winked at you when Remus closed his eyes in dismay.
You didn’t take offence to Remus not wanting you there. You knew about him being a wolf and thought it would be nice to see the famous ‘Moony’ Sirius always talks about.
A yawn left your lips and Sirius had declared that you should all get some rest since it was already considerably late.
Sirius sped up the stairs as you went to leave your glass in the sink. Remus being the sweetheart that he was, waited to walk you to your room.
You smiled as you approached him and walked up the stairs in silence. Everyone else was sound asleep, leaving even the smallest of movements to echo in the quiet home.
“I don’t think of you as a monster, you know,” you say as you stop outside your room door.
Remus looked to you in wonder as you spoke.
“What do you mean?” he asked confused.
“Isn’t that why you don’t want me going with you and Sirius?” you asked with furrowed brows.
Remus thought for a moment, you were partially right, but he also didn’t want to become too close with you. If he relied on you the same way he did with Sirius, then a bond would form between you two and he’d give into the feelings his been supressing since he met you.
“I don’t want you to get hurt,” he explained and looked to the ground.
“You could never hurt me, Remus,” you take his hand in yours.
The feeling of having your hand in his was enough to make him want to hold on to you and never let go, however, this was reality, and his story didn’t end well – at least according to him.
“No y/n, I said what my boundaries are, and I expect you to respect them,” he said harshly and withdrew his hand from yours, yet he still stayed rooted to where he was.
“Remus…” you say and step forward so he would be forced to look at you.
“I do respect your boundaries, but I’m just trying to be here for you… I can’t continue to ignore the longing gazes between us. We’re living in the middle of a war, and I don’t want to live without you knowing what my feelings are for you. Now more than ever is when we should all embrace and welcome whatever good there is,” you explain to him and look into his eyes, hoping he feels the meaning of your words and knows that every single one of them is true.
Remus remains quiet, thinking and processing all of your words. He knew how you felt because he felt the same way. He should be thrilled at your little confession, but all he wants to do is keep you safe, even if it means being away from him.
“I don’t quite know what you’re referring to. I’ve always held platonic feelings towards everyone in the order – including you. Besides, we’re in the middle of a war, being selfish and wanting to indulge in anything but a good cause says a lot about where your priorities lie,” he said dismissively to you.
He turned his back towards you and began to walk away. His words hit you hard, and whatever hope you had towards him were taken away in the matter of a few minutes.
“My priorities have always been with the order, if you think otherwise, then that says a lot about the way you view me and everything I’ve done to be where I am,” your words stop him in his tracks, and before he can turn around to face you, you walk away and passed him towards your room.
Remus stood where he was and felt a little part of him feel more broken than his ever felt before.
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summary: in which y/n is getting ready for one of Tony’s parties and Bucky react to y/n’s dress in a very telling way.
warning: Smut – basically a quickie with bucky.
a/n: and my mannnn, thank you to my mannn!
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Bucky was lazily waiting on your bed as you got dressed in the bathroom, you insisted on him not seeing it till you wore it.
As you exited the bathroom, Bucky’s eyes strayed away from his phone and took in the sight of you. His eyes travelled to your body; the dress was complimented your body very well; it was more revealing than other dresses you had worn before as the back was basically non-existent and the cleavage showed off your breasts in the best way possible.
“What do you think?” you ask looking at him with excited eyes.
“Baby. I wanted to enjoy this party teasing you, not fighting off everyone who looks your way,” he said waking up from the bed and walking towards you.
You rolled your eyes at his words and turned around to go to our vanity to put on the jewellery, “What’re you rolling your eyes at?” his asked with a raised brow.
“Your childishness,”
Within a millisecond, he was behind you, glaring at you through the mirror.
“How am I being childish?” he asked caressing your arm as he stood closely to you.
“I got this dress hoping you’d like it, but you had to go ahead and ruin the moment,”
“It’s a pretty dress baby, and it makes you look beautiful, but I should be the only one to see you like this,” he said as he took the thin strap in between his fingers and let it slide off your shoulder.
Your protest fell on deaf ears as he slowly undid the zip of your dress. You kept the dress from falling off and exposing your breasts by holding it at the chest area.
“Let go,” he simply stated.
Looking at him through the mirror, you obeyed.
He bent you over so that your body was leaned over your vanity, he maintained eye contact in the mirror, while bunching your dress up to your hips.
A hum of approval released itself from his lips as saw that you weren’t wearing panties.
“Naughty girl,”
Glancing at the clock on that wall, he made quick work of undoing his pants and pulls it down till there’s enough room for his cock to come out.
Reaching from behind you, he teased your clit by rubbing soft circles as he slips himself in.
“So. Wet. For. Me,”
Each word released between clenched teeth with the rhythm of him thrusting into you.
Because of how hard he was be thrusting into; you needed to hold the sides of your vanity to keep yourself steady. He fucked you hard and fast, making it known that he was the one who owned you.
The sound your moans and heavy panting filled the silence in the room. With the angle he was in, he was able to thrust into you and almost constantly hit your g-spot each time.
He pulled your body into his tall form, almost making you stand up straight as he gripped your neck and made you watch in the mirror.
His pace and roughness brought you closer and closer to the edge.
Feeling the tremble of your thighs as he pulled you into his thrusts caused Bucky to smirk.
The mirror gave him the perfect view of your pleasure-stricken face, breasts moving at the pace of his cock moving inside of you.
“Tell me who you belong to,”
Not being able to respond, you let out a slur of words.
“Tell me,”
“I belong to you,” you moan in pleasure.
When he felt you clench around him, he knew you were close to cumming – causing him to increase his pace.
“Oh fuck,” his voice deep and rough as he groaned in pleasure.
The trigger of your own orgasm resulted in his following tow. He kept thrusting into you till the point of his cock feeling too sensitive inside of you.
You both relished in the moments of pleasure, breathing heavily from the aftermath.
As soon as Bucky was able to collect his thoughts, he took his cock out of you and zipped up his pants, then stood you up and helped you get dressed.
You looked to be in a daze which caused him to let out a breathy chuckle.
“Wear the dress. I’m happy to spend the rest of the night knowing my cum is deep inside you. And if I need to remind you of who you belong to – then I’m sure we can make a plan,”
You’d nod to him, still not being able to verbally say anything.
With a kiss to your forehead, he grabbed your purse and jacket and headed towards the door with his other hand draped around your waist.
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simon was used to coming home tired, but there were certain days where he felt tired, and the only thing that would get him though his day is the thoughts of you.
he wasn’t a vocal person when it came to what he wanted, but once in awhile you’d get a text saying:
I want you on your knees when I get home.
You want nothing more than to please your man, so of course you would comply.
he walked in through the front door; no words being exchanged as he undoes the confines of his pants. you were on your knees, just as he wanted and the moment his cock free of its restrictions, you took him into your mouth.
Whilst you work your mouth on the tip of his cock, your hand would stroke him as your saliva dripped down his shaft, providing you with what you needed.
simon, being very aroused at the sight of you on your knees, would stroke your head gently as you sucked him off. he wasn’t relentless when he would push his cock deeper into your mouth, he was however eager to feel the want you have for him.
you gaze up at him through your lashes, with his cock still in your mouth and hm in pleasure when his eyes meet yours.
“just like tha’,” he mumbles and closes his eyes briefly to savor the moment.
for a moment, you pull back and pepper kisses along the length of it while still stroking his cock. simon groans in disapproval and you smile up at him. the little bit of teasing you gave him made you feel an unexplainable feeling.
you could see the desperation in simon’s eyes, so you took his cock into your mouth as far as it could go and gave him the sloppiest head you.
he was taken aback from the sudden change in rhythm you set, but he wasn’t complaining. you knew he liked it, especially when the hold he had on your hair tightened and you felt him slowly moving his hips toward you.
the pace you set was perfect for the both of you, simon knew he was close and as much as he wanted to cum inside your mouth, there was something about cumming on you that made him feel a sort of ownership on you.
so, he pulled your head back, causing his cock to leave your mouth. his one hand was steadily stroking his cock as he other held your head in place. you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, knowing exactly what he wanted.
he cursed under his breath as he came on your face, some of his cum going into your mouth and causing you to moan at the taste of him. he watched you with heavy eyes and was more than satisfied with how you so easily made him feel better.
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his hands traced your body as he leaned his weight on you. he bit his lip as he looked down at you.
“So pretty for me,” he muttered to himself.
you felt shy under his gaze, but desired at the same time. his cock rested against your inner thigh, ever so gently rubbing against your clit with every move he made. Bucky could tell you were getting impatient.
“you want my cock that badly, huh?” he said with a sly smile.
you looked up at him with pleading eyes and nodded.
He reached his hand between the two of you and slowly entered your aching pussy. you gasped at the adjustment to his size inside you. Bucky leaned into you and captured your lips in a kiss to lessen the sounds of your moans.
his hips rocked back and forth, his cock barely moving out of you. the feeling of having him this close and kissing you consumed your thoughts.
he broke the kiss and began to kiss your neck as his hands brought both of yours in his and he held them above your head.
“my god, the sight of you,” he mumbled as you locked eyes with him.
his one hand remained keeping yours in a grip while the other travelled down your body and drew little circular motions on your clit.
you threw you head back in pleasure and bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning. you felt his grip on your hands disappear as his hand came to your chin to make you look at him.
“don’t hide those little noises from me,” he warned and tapped your cheek.
you nodded weakly and started to move your body against his to stimulate more movement for the both of you.
he moaned at your action and that sound alone brought you closer to where you needed to be.
bucky changed the pace and started to slam his hips into yours, causing moans and whiny sounds to leave your lips. he silenced them by capturing your lips in a hungry kiss that showed you just how much he wanted you.
“cum for me,” he said and leaned back as he took hold of your waist and began to move your hips on him. essentially using your body to fuck his.
your hand travelled downward on its own accord, and you teased your clit, causing Bucky to fuck you harder.
soon the both of you were calling out each other’s name and Bucky’s body lay on yours as he caught his breath.
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he had been playing with you, edging you for what felt like hours.
you were supposed to be on your way to meeting simon’s friends at the local pub, but upon seeing the frown on your way, simon was determined to make you feel the way he sees you.
absolutely breathtaking.
“is this what I ‘ave to do to make you see yourself as beautiful, hmm?” he asked, pressing his chest to your back as he held you against him.
you were struggling to keep your eyes from rolling in pleasure as he toyed with your clit and gently squeezed your neck.
his cock was teasing your entrance as he grinded his hips against you, resulting in his cock sliding up and down your slit. your arousal was already evident to him as he felt your wetness coating his painfully hardened cock.
“please,” was all he needed to hear before he positioned himself in a way that allowed him to enter your aching pussy.
simon hissed at your tightness but set a pace which teased you but also brought you closer to your much needed climax.
his one hand continued to tease your clit as the other forced you to look at the mirror in front of you.
“this is when you’re most beautiful t’me, love. bare and at my will,” he whispered to you and kissed the side of your head.
you couldn’t form a coherent thought, but still managed to process his words. this is how he made you feel, as if he was addicted to you.
he thrusted into, each one more brutal than the previous one. simon was losing himself in the feeling, but he knew he had to bring you pleasure first. which is why he bent you over and took hold of you hips and relentlessly pounded into you.
you struggled to keep your moans in as you felt his hands tighten on your hips.
“wanna feel you cum first, love. please,” he said almost pleading.
without being told, you started to tease your clit. simon groaned at the sight of it and fucked you harder.
“that’s it,” he groaned out, feeling you tighten around him.
with a few more thrusts, you moaned out simon’s name in pleasure as he joined you in euphoria.
he was still inside you, breathing deeply at your activities. he took hold of your shoulders, bringing you in a standing position. your eyes made their way to the mirror in front of you.
simon was looking at you with a smile.
“there’s my girl,”
a/n: i've been spending way too much time in my head.
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warnings: nothing hectic, it’s a slow burn beginning, but the foundation of it is needed for more important parts later.
summary: y/n find the diary of tom riddle and becomes curious when she finds that the diary is unlike any book shes encountered before as well as a man from the past who leaves her with even more questions.
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Funny, the damage a silly little diary can do, especially in the hands of a mindless girl such as yourself.
The diary was found in the restricted section of the library that no one ventured into. You had got a hold of it when curiosity got the best of you. Hogwarts allowed you the privilege to use studying to explore topics not taught in the syllabus as one of the students who was furthering their studies.
There was nothing special about it, just a normal diary, but when your fingers first brushed against them, you felt a jolt of an unknown emotion that made you hastily grab the diary. The pages were blank, no writing, no drawings. Nothing.
How peculiar.
You made your way out of the library, taking your usual route back to your houses common room. However, you couldn’t shake off the feeling as if you were being watched.
You stopped walking as you turned down a dark hallway, waiting to see if someone was following you, but there were no sound of footsteps. You dismissed the feeling to your sleep deprivation and carried on to your common room.
So, you sat at the study table in your common room while your housemates slept soundly. You grabbed your quill and dipped it in the ink. You wrote your full name onto the first page and watched as your writing disappeared. It didn’t phase you since you expected it to be some kind of magical diary. However, it was what next appeared that baffled you.
Hello y/f/n.
You took in a deep breath and thought for a moment before writing again.
Is this an enchantment diary?
Maybe, maybe not.
Your brows furrowed. It seemed like it might’ve been like one of those items that Fred and George sell, but then why would it be in the restrict section of the Hogwarts library?
Why was this book hidden in the restricted section of the library?
The words disappeared like before.
So that it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.
You inhaled sharply and decided that was enough for today. Your curiosity got you this far, but you knew better than to dabble in this further. You closed the book and put it back into the pile of books and began your usual research.
In the following days, your mind couldn’t get rid of the thought of wanting to find out more about the diary. It’s as though you’re under a sort of spell of desire for it.
You found yourself in Professor Remus’ classroom. He seemed to be busy marking papers.
“Y/n, what do I owe the pleasure?” he said with a kind smile.
“Evening, professor. I was hoping to ask you a few questions about a recent topic I’m researching,” you said as nonchalantly as you could.
Professor Remus nodded in reply and set the papers in his hand aside.
“What questions do you have for me?” you walked to his desk and set your books aside.
You weren’t going to show him the diary, but you could work your way around finding out information.
“I was curious if it were possible to enchant a book, specifically a diary,” you explained.
“Enchant it in what way?” he asked slightly confused.
“Perhaps maybe having it reply to whatever is written inside of it,” you said to clarify.
He wondered for a moment. There were many books which he encountered that were enchanted, some even being textbooks used at Hogwarts like the Care of Magical Creatures textbook.
“There are books which are enchanted, but not in the way you mentioned,”
You sigh at his reply, not gaining anymore answers that the ones you had before.
“Alright, thank you, professor. For clarifying,” you said with a smile and nodded as a way of saying goodbye.
Just as you were about to exit the classroom, you heard his voice call out.
“I know you have an interest in researching topics, y/n, but if you find yourself too far in, it can be harmful,” he advised.
“I know, professor,” you smiled and continued on your way.
That night, you sat at the very same desk as before with the diary in front of you. Once again, you took the quill which was dipped in ink and wrote in the diary.
What are the origins of this book?
They disappear as usual and a few moments later you get a reply.
I don’t believe I can tell you…
You sigh in frustration and put the quill aside, just then, more words appear.
… but I can show you.
Your brows furrow in confusion and concern. Feeling like you have reached your point of research for the night, you went to close the diary when all of a sudden bright flashes of light came from the book and you felt yourself being pulled towards it.
You closed your eyes in preparation for what may come, but you felt nothing. You opened your eyes carefully to see yourself in the hallways of Hogwarts, but it seemed so different than what you’re used to seeing.
A shadow appears on the wall in front of you, and you quickly hide in an adjoined hallway. You heard the footsteps approaching, the figure came into view. It was a young man who seemed slightly older than you. His robes were of a different style but had the emblem of Slytherin.
The young man stopped his walking looked as if he was checking the hallways, when you looked more closely at his robes, you saw that he had a badge, a prefect badge. He started to walk in your direction, which caused you to walk backwards, but another voice interrupted both your movements.
“Tom,” a familiar voice called after him.
“Yes, professor?” Tom answered.
The source of the familiar voice came into view, and you were shocked to see Professor Dumbledore, but he seemed to be much younger than he is now.
“I think it would be okay for you to retire back to your living quarters,” Dumbledore advised.
Tom nodded his head in agreeance. “Very well, professor. I’m doing one last check around the halls, professor,”
Dumbledore nodded and bid Tom a goodnight.
You watched as Tom waited for Dumbledore to walk away before he continued on his way towards the hallway you were in. Which reminded you that you were trying to hide from him. However, as he walked towards you, he walked on as if he never saw you.
This further baffled you, but as your curiosity grew, you silently followed him. He walked to the end of the hallway and waited. The wall started to change, slowly revealing a door that was not there before.
He stepped inside and was about to close it, but he stopped and seemed as though he was looking right at you. Fear spread throughout you, though that was short lived when Tom closed the door.
As you took a step to walk forward, you felt the same feeling as when the diary consumed you. A bright flash of light appeared, your eyes closed and when you opened them again, you were in your common room, sat at the study table with the diary in front of you.
You were trying to compose yourself after what you’d just witnessed. Did you dose off and dream the whole thing? Was your lack of sleep catching up with you? what spell would cause such an effect?
All these questions jumbled into your mind, and you were about to stand up and gather your things, but then words appeared on the page in front of you.
series summary: in which y/n, someone who likes to dabble in researching forbidden topics, unknowingly finds the diary of tom riddle and falls into a spiral of being consumed by a memory.
warning: angst, fluff & smut (specified in the individual parts)
a/n: okay so, theres are specifics i have for this series that i changed from the movies/books. reader is 20 and tom is 24-25. hogwarts is still a normal school but people can further their studies if they want to (this is mainly so i can age up the characters).
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chapter 1
summary: y/n find the diary of tom riddle and becomes curious when she finds that the diary is unlike any book shes encountered before as well as a man from the past who leaves her with even more questions.
steven grant eating you out (minors/ageless blogs dni).
he has you laying on the bed, bare for him. you have no idea how many times his made you cum at this point, but you and him are a babbling rambling mess.
“such a pretty fuckin’ pussy, so good for me, so wet,” he rambles on as he rubs your clit and watched you squirm. his been thinking about doing this to you all day. he came home wanting you and didn’t hesitate to manhandle you.
he ate your pussy out as though it was his last meal. the man was starving. his lips latch onto your clit and his index and middle finger buried deep inside you. the both of you have fucked and made love on countless occasions but it still surprises him how you tighten around his fingers every time. all that could be heard was the wetness from your arousal accompanied by the moans of you and steven.
“you gonna be f’me, baby? please cum. please,” he begs and goes back to lapping at your clit. his cock is painfully hard, and he moans as he brushes against the bed below him. his moans create a new feeling of pleasure for you along with the motioning of his fingers inside you.
“that’s it, baby,”
your thighs automatically clench together, but he makes sure to spread them out as you reach your orgasm. he doesn’t stop teasing your clit with his tongue nor does he stop fingering you. you’re panting for air as you stare at the ceiling above you, struggling to catch your breath. the next thing you see is steven’s goofy grin as he takes in the sight of you.
how each moon boy would react to an argument with you – part 2.
summary: what the title says!
warning: fluff – like I said in part 1!
word count:
a/n: okayyyy, i saw the impact of part 1, i’m sorry for the angst! so here is some fluff to make it all better
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part 1
Steven Grant:
It was a sleepless night for him without you.
He laid in bed and stared at the ceiling aimlessly as he though back to the argument.
You were right, he shouldn’t be going to his ex-wife about issues in a private relationship.
He looked over to his nightstand and saw that his alarm clock read 2:35am.
He groaned in frustration and got out of bed to get dressed.
He had to make things right, tonight.
The corner store on your street was thankfully opened and he went into the store with the determination to get your favourite snacks.
The store had flowers, which he of course bought and in the corner of his eye he saw something shiny and knew he had to get it too.
You awoke from your sleep groggily when you heard constant knocking at your front door.
Upon opening it, you saw Steven standing there with his hands full and his hands full.
“What’re you doing here?” you ask feeling the emotions from hours ago resurfacing.
“Uh… well I came to apologize,” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
With a roll of your eyes, you stepped aside to let him in.
He walked in with a small smile, behind him were helium balloons which said, ‘happy birthday’ and ‘congratulations’.
You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to your lips, but you maintained a neutral expression and locked the front door to join him in your living room.
His posture was tense as you watched him leave the contents in his hands on the nearby table. He still held the flowers in his hands as he walked to you.
“I’m sorry for everything I said and previously did. You’re absolutely right in being upset,” he said and looked at you with sincere eyes.
You knew he meant the apology, but his words and actions still tugged at your heart.
“Steven… “ you said tiredly, “I don’t know if I can-“
“No, please don’t say that,” he knew the words that were waiting to be said.
He couldn’t bare to hear them.
“I hurt you, and I shouldn’t have an I know asking you to stay with me is a lot. I just… for the first time in my life I have something I’m genuinely happy with,” he said with that all too familiar smile.
You understood his reasoning, but you needed him to understand yours as well.
“Communication in this relationship isn’t the strongest, and we need to work on that,” you said to him.
He heaved a sigh of relief.
“Tell me what I can do, and I’ll do it,”
“Layla… “ you said her name softly.
“She’s gone, I-I realised that it was extremely wrong of me to talk about you to her. I feel as though I had an obligation to compensate for the sadness I brought her previously, but i cant do it at the expense of you. it also not my place to do so,” he said truthfully.
You listened to him intently.
“Doing all of that made me blind to the fact that I was hurting you. I’m sorry, darling, so so sorry,” he made his way to you and grasped your hand with his free one whilst the other held the flowers.
“I can’t say that it’s okay, but I hope you don’t repeat this,” you said looking at him with unshed tears.
“Of course, I would never hurt you like this again,” he said honestly.
“You better not,” you say sternly but with a hint of humour.
With that being said, Steven held you close to him and didn’t want to ever let go.
Marc Spector:
He waited a few days, watching you from afar to make sure you were okay.
You were functioning well and doing things you’d usually do, but Marc could see through the front you were putting for everyone to see.
Pushing you away seemed like the best thing to do at the time, but having you away was like living without the sun in his dark world.
He needed you.
Which is why he found himself sitting in your apartment and waiting for you to come home. He’d entered your apartment by using his spare key.
It had since been 2 hours since you were supposed to be home.
Marc knew your schedule by heart.
He was about to go out and look for you when he heard the keys being put into your front door along with your muffled voice.
“Thanks for the chat, I really needed it,” you bid goodbye to whoever was outside and locked the door behind you.
Your apartment was still dark as you move around to leave your daily belongings in their respective places.
Upon turning the lights on, you saw Marc’s figure out of the corner in your eyes sitting on the couch.
You turned to him with a frown.
“If you’re here for your things, they’re in that box on the kitchen counter,” you said in a monotone, wanting to speech through the process of this one last meeting.
Marc wordlessly awoke from where he was and walked to you, the entire time he maintained eye contact with you.
He stopped walking till he was right in front of you, a hairs width away.
“What makes you think I came here for my things?” he asked in a hushed tone.
“What else would you be here for?” you said to him challengingly.
He smirked and looked to the side before looking back at you.
“You think I’d let you go that easily?” he said with a raised brow.
“You did that night,” you scoffed and folded your hands, causing him to step back.
He nodded with a clenched jaw.
“You know I didn’t mean anything I said,” he stated with sincerity.
“Sure you didn’t,” you breathed a sigh and walked away from him to the box on the counter.
He followed behind and trapped you between him and the counter before you could reach for the box and hand it to him.
“You wasted no time in gathering my things,” he said with a humourless chuckle.
“Hmm, I wouldn’t want you to deal with me any longer,” you used his words from that night.
“Y/n… “ he said trying to make you understand.
“No Marc, I can’t keep playing this game of push and pull,” you admitted, sounding tired.
“I’m not playing games,” he said offended.
You turn to face him, his body still trapping you between him and the counter.
You raised a brow at him.
“Okay. I admit, I’ve made mistakes and I’m sorry for that. Very sorry. But you’re the one thing that grounds me. I know what I said that night was out of line,” he finally apologizes.
You look at his expression intently. You can tell that he means his words.
“I need more than an apology from you,” you stated.
“Name what you want and I’ll do it,”
“I want you to be careful and take care of yourself. I know in that mind of yours you don’t care about your wellbeing, but if you care for me then you’ll take care of yourself,” you move your gaze to your hands as you talk to him.
“Of course I care about you, and if that is what you want, consider it done,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and brought you in for a hug.
Jake Lockley:
“Mi corazón…”
“Go away Jake,” you said as you exited the grocery store.
He had been trying to make you speak with him for the passed week and all you’ve been doing is ignoring him.
Serves him right for what he did.
What you didn’t understand was why he was trying to talk to you.
“Just one moment, please,” he said sounding exhausted.
“Go bother one of your many girlfriends,” you said bitterly.
“You’re the only one,” he grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards you and hindered you from walking away.
“Jake,” you say in a warning tone.
He looks up and down the street before pulling you down an alley way. You try to protest, but he puts a hand over your mouth.
“You will listen to me,” he snapped.
You nodded tiredly and his hold on you loosened but it remained there.
“I was on Khonshu’s orders to get important information the night you came into the bar,” he said with annoyance.
Even though Jake had been the most easy to work with when it came to Khonshu, he maintained hostility when it came to you and Khonshu.
He knew you wouldn’t like Khonshu’s request, but he had to comply since it was part of the deal.
“That woman who was with me is the daughter to a man who is an avatar,” he explained further, hoping you would understand.
You studied his stoic expression. He was being truthful.
“Why didn’t you tell me before doing it?” you asked feeling hurt that he didn’t seem to trust you.
“It was too dangerous to tell you and I needed you to be safe, mi luz,”
“Well, look at the outcome of you not telling me,” you said with sadness.
Jake looked at you with equal sad eyes. The week spent without you was torture, he had an argument with Khonshu and wanted nothing more than to seek comfort from you.
“I know, mi corazón. I’m so sorry,” he said and pulled hugged you tightly.
It was rare to see Jake be so affectionate, but you know your time apart had affected him. It did the same to you.
You melted into the hug and wrapped your arms around him.
how each moon boy would react to an argument with you (sfw) – part 1.
summary: what the title says!
warning: angsty angst.
word count: 1.1k
a/n: I’m feeling angsty lately, so here you gooo! ALSO, there’s more context to the situation of these headcanons, but they’ll be revealed in part 2. So don’t go hating on the moon boys just yet.
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part 2
Steven Grant:
“Are you really gonna bring this up now?”
His tone had you looking at him as if he grew another head.
“When else would be a good time to bring this up, hmm? Because I think now is the most appropriate time,”
Steven rolled his eyes as he took off his jacket and sat on the couch facing you.
He had come home from significantly late with no explanation. You found out through social media that he went to an event celebrating Layla without informing you.
“Its late and I’m tired,” he said as he rubbed his face and sighed heavily.
Oh, he is tired?
“You don’t think I’m tired? I understand you have a past with Layla, but the way you go about doing things is exhausting me. All you ever do is talk about her. Everything is Layla this and Layla that,”
You explain to him out of frustration.
“She was right about you,” he says with a hint of sass.
“What do you mean by that?” you asked with furrowed brows.
“I mean that maybe Layla was right about you being controlling. Why do you think I never told you where I’m going. You would’ve tagged along and dampened the mood.
Wow, wow. So, Layla and he talk about you.
“I can’t believe the words that are coming out of your mouth. If you have an issue with the way I am then you should address it to me. Not go and talk to your EX-WIFE about it,” your voice had increased towards the end as you glared at him.
“Its not my problem if you’re insecure,” he said with a shrug.
Each word from him added more cracks to your already breaking heart.
You shook your head at him wordlessly and began to look for your bag and jacket around his apartment.
He sat upright on the couch and watched you with confused furrowed brows.
“What’re you doing?”
Once you gathered your things, you walked towards the door with him now trailing behind you.
“I asked you a question,” he said firmer.
You looked at him with unshed tears and saw his expression soften.
“Leaving,” was all you said before unlocking the door and walking away from him.
Steven cursed under his breath and walked after you.
“Y/n, its late. Stop being ridiculous,”
That ticked your off even further. You abruptly turn around to face him.
“I don’t expect you to be concerned about me anymore. Go ahead and worry about your precious Layla and her thoughts on our relationship,”
You left him standing their speechless as you exited his apartment building. Steven was left feeling an ache in his chest and the weight of his actions and words.
Marc Spector:
“Look at the state of you,”
Were the first words Marc heard upon returning to the apartment. He had been gone for days and you had no way of contacting him.
“Y/n, please. I just want silence,” he said tiredly and sat lethargically on the bed.
“You can’t expect me to not be panicked when you come home with a gunshot wound. Did you even go to a hospital?” you ask in disbelief.
“I can take care of these things on my own,” he groaned and moved to face you.
“Marc, I can’t keep seeing you like this,” you admit to him.
Each time he left that door you would say a silent prayer to ensure he would come back to you.
“You knew what this relationship was going to be like-“
“Yes, but I didn’t expect you to be coming home like this,” you motion to his form.
Marc was growing annoyed.
“This is my life y/n, what do you want me to do?”
Your eyes searched his tired ones as he spoke.
“Exactly Marc, this is your life. I want you to take care of it,”
He scoffed at your words.
“I don’t need you to tell me how to live my life,” he said bitterly.
“That’s not what I’m-“
“Save it, okay? I already deal with enough when it comes to Khonshu. I don’t want to deal with you as well,”
“Deal with me? What? Marc, what have I ever done to make you feel like this? Me being worried about whether your alive or not upsets you?” you asked a string of questions as endless thoughts ran through your mind.
“Just go,” is all he said as he turned his back to you and laid on the bed.
You watch his form, waiting for him to take back his words, apologise… do something – but he just lays there.
You nod to yourself and gather your belongings to leave. It was well into the night and significantly late, but you did as he said and walked out that front door.
He laid in bed with his thoughts, thinking whether pushing you away was the right choice.
Jake Lockley:
You walked into the bar to see him stood rather close to an unknown woman.
With anger running through your veins, you walk up to him and see his eyes slightly widen when he sees your approaching him.
“What’re you doing here?” he asked with a monotone.
“I’ve been waiting for you at home for the passed 3 hours,” you said as calmly as you could.
The woman standing close to him looked surprised at your words but made no move to walk away from the obvious situation.
“You should’ve kept waiting,” he said uninterested as he took a sip from his drink.
You watch him with narrowed eyes as he looked back to you.
“Is this how its going to be? You’re going to act like a total stranger in public and my boyfriend in private?” you asked feeling hurt.
He hummed at your words and sat up straight in his seat at the bar.
“You’re clingy,” was all he said, knowing that those words would hit you harder than anything else.
Throughout your life, you always had someone to be around. Your parents, siblings, friends and now in a foreign country you found solace with Jake spent every waking moment with him when you could. It was normal for you, and he didn’t seem to mind it.
“Clingy?” you asked as you choked back tears.
Jake clenched his jaw slightly before relaxing and putting his arm around the shoulders of the woman next to him.
“You heard me,” he said with a chuckle.
You took in a deep breath to compose yourself. Clearly you were not wanted nor needed here.
“Okay, if that’s what you think. You can have all the space you want from now on,” you said and turned to walk away.
“Is she actually you girlfriend?” asked the unnamed woman.
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warnings: angst – steve has a nightmare, fluff – sweet sweet floof and a little kiss from steve.
summary: It’s the middle of the night and you’re awoken by the screams of Steve. Making your way to him without hesitation is your first instinct. The small display of care lead things in a direction which assures a good outcome. Steve had always found comfort in you, even when it was something mundane.
word count: 1.2k
a/n: here’s part 4! hope you like it. more to come in part 5 – would you guys wants smut in that part? genuinely curious bc i feel like i haven’t emphasised the tension between steve and the reader.
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Steve finds himself in a room that resembled a 1940’s infirmary.
A nurse walks in with a clipboard claiming that she needs conduct a routine check-up.
Something’s not right…
He wakes from the bed and pushes past the nurse as the screams and shouts of the howling commanders echo from the door the nurse walked through. He needs to find them; he needs to help them. He ran out the very same door the nurse came from.
“Captain Rogers, wait!” the nurse’s voice fades as Steve finds himself now walking on the battlefield alongside Bucky – who looks like his usual 40’s self.
“I knew you always had it in you, punk” Bucky said as they marched across the battlefield together. Steve smiled at Bucky, knowing his friend was safe and at his side.
When Steve moved his gaze straight ahead of him, his surroundings changed.
He was now stood in front of a mirror with his post-serum self staring back at him.
“The great Captain America, God’s righteous man,” a menacing voice said behind him.
He turned around to find the source of the voice, however no one was there. When he looked back to the mirror, the red skull was looking at him in his reflection.
“Changing your appearance with that serum did nothing but show me how weak you are. How it took such a modification for people to actually listen to you,” The red skull mocked him.
Steve diverted his gaze from the reflection and clenched his fists to retain his anger, but a choked sob made his return his gaze.
There the red skull stood, with his hand around your neck causing your feet to barely touch the ground.
“Steve,” the broken tone in your voice made his heart stop.
Without hesitation, he began to run towards you. However, the ground beneath him seemed to move on its own, preventing him from reaching you.
The ominous laugh of the red skull along with the choked sobs coming from you was pure torture to Steve. He watched as a final squeeze caused all colour to drain from your face, and then the red skull let you go. You lay limb on the ground.
Steve woke up with a loud ‘NO’ leaving his lips and a thin layer of sweat coating him. As he took deep breaths in to calm himself, his room door opened to reveal you.
Even with concern etched on your face, Steve was relieved to see that you’re okay.
“I heard screaming,” you made your way beside him and sat on the bed.
It took a moment for Steve to say something, and you observed the way his hands were shaking, and his breaths were laboured.
“I-I had a nightmare,” his words were broken, and his tone held a hint of fear in them as he tried to maintain a tough exterior.
This wasn’t the first time you had come to Steve’s aid in the dead of night when he awoke from a nightmare, but it was definitely the first time in a long time since its happened.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” you ask him, knowing that this has worked in the past, however when Steve shook his head in reply you knew it was a bad one.
He reached out for your hand.
“Can I hold you, please? Like I use to?” he looked so vulnerable in that moment.
“Of course,” you replied and moved the blanket to lay beside him. His big hands tucked you alongside him, holding you close as if you’d disappear before his very eyes.
The room was silent as you both stared up at his ceiling, which was still decorated with the glow in the dark stickers you got him. The familiarity of being in his arms brought about the feelings you were trying to forget. Being with him like this felt normal, it felt like this is where you belonged.
After his confession of his love for you, things had been somewhat normal. Only this time you knew how he felt about you, but you and him knew he needed to overcome things before moving forward.
“I think… the more I talk to my therapist about my trauma, the more it subconsciously plagues my mind,” he explained.
You moved your gaze to look at him.
“Has it been helping you? Talking about everything?” you ask curiously.
He nodded his head in reply.
“Its putting life into perspective for me, making me realise all the rights and wrongs…” he trailed off as though he had more to say, the conflicting look in his eyes confirmed this.
You moved closer to him and let your hand cup his face, so he was now looking at you.
“Y’know you can talk to me, right? Even if its something about therapy or mundane things,”
“I know,” he said with a sigh and let his eyes move from your eyes to your lips.
“I saw something that reminded me of you today,” you changed the topic to ease his mind.
“Yeah? What was it?” he was curious.
“A golden retriever,”
Steve raised a brow at your words and even in the dimly lit room, he could see the smile on your face.
“I was at the park, and he ran over to me, completely knocked the air out of me. Then there was this little black cat. And you’d assume the dog wouldn’t like the cat or vice versa, but the cat warmed up to the dog and he proceeded to play with the cat, in such a gentle manner,”
Steve loved when you rambled on about everything and anything. It brought ease into his mind.
“So, you think I’m gentle?” is what Steve was getting from what you were saying.
“Pretty much, it reminded me about how you are with me… or any of us. You’re a good leader with a strong will to do the right thing, but you’re also the gentlest giant. When I get hurt on a mission, you make sure to handle me with care,” your hands draw patterns on his clothed chest as you distractedly complete your sentence.
“Is that how you see me? Even after…” he trails.
“Yes, even after everything. What I’m trying to say is despite everything you’ve been through, you’re still a good person. You’ve been a good person from the start,”
His chest vibrated in laughter.
“This started off with me reminding you of a golden retriever and ended with you saying the sweetest thing about me,” he leaned over you and kissed your forehead.
“Just trying to fulfill the part of my being your…” you stopped yourself short, not thinking before speaking.
He smiled at your words and looked into your eyes, seeing the panic.
“By being more than just a friend,” he completed your sentence.
And ever so gently, he brought his lips to yours. Capturing them in a sweet kiss which spoke and expressed every emotion the two of you shared for each other.
how each moon boy would react to you randomly ignoring them (sfw).
summary: what the title says!
warning: fluff, maybe slight angst?
word count: 919 words
a/n: nothing really, just hope you enjoy sweet fluff ft moon boys.
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Steven Grant:
“Love, do you think we could get some takeout tonight?”
“…”
“Love?”
He walked towards where you were sitting in bed, huddled with pillows and blankets. He briefly smiled at the sight, but frowned when your eyes didn’t meet his.
You were trying so hard to bite back the smile at the sight of his confused expression.
The bed dipped on his side as he sat next to you. His arms make their way around you and pull you closer.
“Oi. I asked you something,” his tone still held confusion, but also slight urgency.
You took your phone in hand and started to scroll on social media, still ignoring him.
“Am I invisible or something?” he tried to snatch your phone out of your hand but failed when you turned away from him.
“What did I do?”
His tone quickly changed to hurt, and that was one thing you couldn’t resist.
Steven would never intentionally hurt you… or anyone. So, hearing him like that pulled at your heart strings.
You set your phone down and turn to him, pulling him towards you the same way he did.
“Nothing baby, you didn’t do anything. Was just messing with you,” you said and peppered kisses on his face.
He huffed at your words and pulled away.
“Not funny,” he mumbled and got out of bed.
“Steven, I was kidding,” you follow him into the kitchen. His back still turned to you.
He walked towards one of his many books and takes one before walking back to bed and opening it to read.
You scoff in amusement.
“Are you ignoring me now?” you say with a chuckle.
He remained as he was and flipped to the next page of the book.
“Fine, I’ll just go get food for myself then,” you walk towards the front door.
“WAIT,”
Marc Spector:
“We need to go grocery buying later,” he said looking into the fridge as he opened a can of coke.
Usually, you would acknowledge what he said with a hum, but you remained quiet as you watched TV.
He raised an eyebrow at your lack of response but chalked it up to you being invested in your show.
His arms made their way around your shoulders like they normally did as he joined you on the couch, however, you pulled away from him.
The look on his face almost made you burst with laughter as you saw it from the side of your eye.
“Why’re you being moody?” the question was accompanied by a tone of annoyance.
Oh? So, you’re moody now.
You continued to ignore him and watch TV as he set the can of coke on the small coffee table.
“I’m talking to you here,” he motioned with his hands, now looking at you with a slight glare and tight lips.
“…”
After a few moments he got up from the couch.
“Infuriating woman,” he mumbled and walked towards your bed.
That’s when you threw the couch pillow at him.
He stopped in his tracks and turned around scarily slow. You knew what was coming and ran towards the bathroom to escape, but alas he was too quick for you.
You were hoisted over his shoulder as he walked towards your bed and as soon as you were on your back, he began tickling you.
“I’m s-sorry… please marc, stop!” you said between laughter.
“Are you gonna talk to me now?”
“YES,”
He laid next to you and waited for an explanation.
“I was ignoring you, as a joke,” you said with a mischievous smile.
He sighed in disdain and then continued to tickle you till tears stung your eyes.
Jake Lockley:
He locked the front door behind him and walked further into the apartment.
He just got back from work and wanted nothing more than to enjoy your company as you talked his ear off about your day.
It was silent as he entered your shared room where you were reading. You didn’t glance up and meet his eyes with a warm smile like you typically did.
“Hello, mi corazón. I got you that candy you wanted,”
The candy was placed in your lap, and he paused for you to say something.
“Mi corazón?”
He waited for the kiss on the cheek that he always got when he came home.
“…”
He raised a brow and stood at the beside looking at you. Stubbornly, he took the book out of your hand and closed it.
Generally, you would try and take the book back from him or snap at him, but since you were playing with him. You got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Jake being hot on your heels.
“Entonces será así, sólo vas a ignorarme?” (You’re just going to ignore me?)
You open the cupboard and take out a bowl and some noodles – continuing to ignore him. You walk to the stove and prepare to make the noodles.
Jake stands behind you and waits.
“Mi corazón?”
“…”
He let out a huff of frustration and forced you to turn toward him.
His lips were on yours in a demanding kiss, you automatically returned the kiss and let your hands lay on his chest as he pulled you towards him.
“Did I do something?” he asked in a grumpy tone.
You shook your head.
“Just playing around with you,” you smiled, still feeling giddy from the kiss.
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