Painfully Pretty.

CUTE AS A FUCKIN' BUTTON MASTERLIST

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Baker!Steve x Mob!Reader

Series Status: Ongoing

Series Summary: Steve is the owner of the cute new bakery in town, and he's purer than anyone you've ever known. You can feel him melting your ice heart, but you don't mind a single bit.

Content Warning: Mob!Reader x Baker!Steve, Mob!Sam x Mob!Bucky, fluff, mature themes, flirting, soft!steve, violence, mention of weapons, organized crime, eventual smut (dom!reader x sub!steve, mommy kink, specific warnings in each part).

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

DRABBLES

steve gets protective during a meeting

cute omg

My Godson Our Godson

Sirius x Reader

Summary: After y/n’s older brother James and his wife Lily are murdered. Sirius is sentenced to Azkaban for giving their location Voldemort. Y/N is left to raise Harry, alone. Now that Sirius is free, he wants to be part of Harry’s life…and to set the record straight with y/n. Who he’s still madly in love with.

Notes/Warnings: Angst, betrayal, lovers to enemies to lovers, and some good old smut.

Words: 2.8k+

Masterlist

You’re nineteen years old. Just turned, to be precise, when your older brother James and his wife Lily are killed. Murdered by Lord Voldemort, and Sirius Black was the one to betray them.

The first night is the worst. Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall arrive at your doorstep. Delivering the news along with your nephew, Harry. Who is little more than a year old.

“Lily was pregnant.” You say, not because it changes anything. But because someone should know, someone besides you and…that traitor who got them killed. So you don’t have to carry it around like an ugly secret.

“I’m very sorry y/n.” McGonagall rests a hand on your shoulder. “Seeing as both sets of grandparents are deceased, you are next of kin, along with Lily’s sister Petunia. But seeing as you are also named godmother-“

“I’ll take him.” You say firmly. “I’ll take care of Harry.”

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she calls me daddy

Pairings: Kate Bishop x fem!queer!Reader; suggestions of other male avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader may be flirting with the guys all night but she always goes home to Kate in the end. Based on she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA.

Contains: Choking, spanking, oral sex (R receiving), pet names (R calling Kate “daddy”), suggestions of sex with men with the warnings already mentioned. 18+, Minors DNI

A/N: Reader can be read as being any sexuality that involves being attracted to more than one gender <3

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

Kate grimaced as she watched the boys circle round you, listening intently like obedient little puppies with wagging tails as you told a story about taking out five agents at once. They were completely captivated by you and it wasn’t just because of your knack for story telling.

These were some of Earth’s mightiest heroes; the strongest men on the planet but they all just about swooned whenever you would be generous enough to give them your time.

Bucky had his hand on the small of your back, his head dipped to be closer to your face and take in every word you said. Thor had leaned his elbow off the bar on the other side of you, making sure that he was flexing and you could see those bulging muscles. Sam was more calm and collected, standing in front of you casually with his hand in his pocket and the other holding a beer. However, he wasn’t discreet in how he’d looked you up and down every now and then, being enchanted by your figure. Shang Chi also stood next to Sam across from you and bellowed heartily at all of your jokes. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide at everything you were saying.

It was hilarious really, all of this effort was being expended on you but at the end of the night, you’d be going home to Kate’s house to be used in any way she saw fit.

She’s got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

“Doesn’t it bother you that she gets all of that attention?” Yelena asked, grabbing Kate’s focus away from you. She was one of the very select few people who knew of yours and Kate’s “arrangement”. The blonde sipped her drink thoughtfully and watched Kate adamantly protest.

“Absolutely not, no. No way. She’s her own person, she can do what she likes.” Kate insisted. She took a large gulp of the questionable spirit that Yelena had handed her and tried to hide the obvious burn in her throat to look cool in front of the assassin.

“If you say so, Kate Bishop,” Yelena shrugged. “Although I have heard the way you make her moan so I wouldn’t be too worried if I were you.”

Kate blinked several times in disbelief at her slightly unusual and unlikely friend. “What do you mean you’ve heard her moan?”

“I slept on your couch last Friday night.”

“But I didn’t invite you to my house on Friday night!”

Yelena groaned as if Kate was the one that was being unreasonable. “Kate, you should know by now that I can come and go without you even noticing. Besides, you’re focusing on the wrong part. I know that you are probably a better fuck than all of those men put together.”

Kate nodded, thinking about it a little with her eyebrow raised. Yelena was right, many times had you exclaimed at Kate that she was the best you’d ever had as she’d brought you to your climax several times in one session. The archer turned back to look at you again. Annoyingly, the guys had moved in even closer to you in a passive aggressive stand off to win your affection. Nevertheless, it was Kate that received the whimsical and suggestive eyes from across the room and she knew that it was her that would be making you moan again that night.

She plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

Cause she might be your girl

But she’s calling me daddy

The longer the night went on, the more primal showboating was exhibited by the men. They’d all shoved each other in a needy and pathetic attempt to show you how to play pool. It was Sam that prevailed and he’d pressed himself up against your back, whispering in your ear what to do and basically bending you over the table to “show you the best technique”.

Thor nonchalantly told you about his great battle stories from across the realms, being sure to drop in that many a time the odds were against him but he had emerged victorious. He contended that whilst a vibranium arm, ten “magic” rings and the shield were cool, they weren’t quite Mjolnir or Stormbreaker.

Bucky and Shang Chi had cornered you to settle a debate on what would make the most best first date. Bucky was insistent that it was dinner and dancing; men these days just didn’t know how to treat a woman. Shang Chi had advocated for drinks and karaoke; it’s casual and fun, no one has to take themselves too seriously. When they had prodded you for an answer you just smiled sweetly and told them that both sounded like perfect ideas for a first date. This just spurred them on even more in hopes of achieving a date with you.

Kate started to feel more and more insecure watching all of these events unfold. It was like watching you being stalked as prey by a bunch of wolves. Suddenly, the idea occurred to her that maybe none of them were relenting because you hadn’t given them a reason to.

It was a tough pill to swallow; the idea that you had already given yourself over to them the way you did for Kate. Perhaps, you had actually slept with any number of them before and not told her. It’s not like the two of you discussed your other sexual partners while she was making you see stars. Still, watching you giggle and flirt with the guys whilst never displaying any signs of discouragement was all the evidence she needed.

Kate was starting to feel apprehensive that she was disposable to you. Whilst you might have been sleeping with other avengers and other people outside of the team for that matter; Kate had only ever wanted you.

She's mine

She wears a collar with my name

Secretive but not ashamed

Kate had had enough of watching the guys stumble over each other in desperate attempts to get close to you. Her breathing got heavy and her actions became aggressive. The final straw was watching Bucky put his arms around you from behind and swaying with you to the cheesy song playing.

Kate stormed over, puffing her chest out, with her hands in her pockets, exuding as much masculine energy as possible to join this competition.

“Come with me to the bathroom.” She ordered assertively giving you a look which told you that you should comply.

“Okay.” You replied, giving Bucky’s had a light tap. “Can you let me go, Buck? I’ll be right back, promise.” He quickly let you go with a pout on his face, devastated that you were going but eager for the return you’d promised.

“Why do girls always need to go to the bathroom together?” Sam interjected with a laugh. It amused you as you knew this wasn’t going to be a cute little catch up whilst topping up lipglosses together.

“I would tell you why, Sam, but then I’d have to kill you.” You flirted as Kate took your hand to pull you away. She groaned internally and rolled her eyes as you gave the boys a cute little wave and followed her into the bathroom.

Kate wasted no time in shoving you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head and kissing you roughly. You moaned a little into her mouth, having been taken by surprise and you felt a familiar heat grow between your legs.

“You. Are. Driving. Me. Crazy.” She growled against your mouth before kissing you again, almost as though she was trying to consume you.

You smirked into the kiss, shuffling a little against her as you got more and more turned on. Kate was firm and still, holding your wrists in place against the wall. She moved to kiss along your jaw and finally down to your neck. The smell of cologne was lingering on you. It could have been from any of them, given that they’d all taken turns in trying to press themselves against you. It burned in Kate’s nostrils and motivated her even further to claim you.

Infatuated with an incredible need to mark her territory, Kate had become no better than the guys.

She harshly bit down on your neck and sucked in your most sensitive spot which inspired an excited yelp from you.

“Fucking hell, Kate.” You breathed out, moaning as she kept going. She dropped your wrists and her hands roamed the rest of your body, kneading your tits, dragging her nails down your abdomen over your dress and landing with a smack on your ass, cupping your cheeks.

You had wrapped your arms around her shoulders, enjoying every second of having her hands all over you. In truth, you enjoyed flirting with the guys. Partly because they were all undeniably handsome but mostly because you know it would get Kate all worked up like this.

Once she’d left a suitably obvious hickey on your neck she left a kiss on it and admired her work. She reached her hand up and grabbed on to your throat tightly and you relished in the squeeze.

“Who do you belong to?” Kate asked, giving you a stern and authoritarian look.

“You.” You moaned, enjoying this a little too much already.

“You, what?”

“You, daddy.”

Kate smirked and bit her lip at you becoming a mess already for her. “That’s right, babygirl. That’s fucking right.”

She turned you round so your chest was pressed against the wall. Your ass received a couple of harsh spanks before Kate pulled the hem of your dress up to rest on your hips. Her next move was to get on her knees behind you, biting at the sore flesh of your ass and you could have screamed. Fingertips digging into the wall and legs trembling, you turned your head to look at the door being so painfully aware that anyone could just walk in.

Kate pulled your underwear down and let it fall to your ankles. Putting her hand between your thighs, she parted your legs to get at her favourite part of your body. Slowly, she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue along your aching clit. A gasp was emitted from your lips and you arched your back to stick your bum out, exposing more of your pussy to Kate’s tongue.

Kate chuckled at your eagerness and submission. Her hands gripped your hips to keep you in place as she started to suck on your clit. She would take long gulps and hollowed out her cheeks to the drag the pleasure out for as long as possible. You were a writhing, moaning mess. Your forehead was pressed against the wall in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. Your hands awkwardly flailed from resting against the wall to putting them over Kate’s on your hips. Usually, you would tug at her hair but with her being on her knees behind you, it was too difficult.

She hummed contentedly against you and it sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. The mewls and cries you let out were so high pitched, you were both a little in shock that your voice could even go that high. Kate would alternate her method between sucking your clit to get it all nice and sensitive and then would lap it up with her tongue. The noises you were making told her all she needed to know about what a good job she was doing.

She noted your legs beginning to shake and knew you were close. Feeling yourself get very sensitive you tried to move away from her. Kate responded with gripping your hips tighter and digging her nails in. This sent you flying over the edge.

“Oh my god, thank you, daddy! I’m cumming, fuck!” You screamed as you let go, Kate sucking for longer in order to drag your orgasm out for as long as possible.

You leaned against the wall for support, your hands pressed on it to steady yourself. You focused on your haphazard breathing and attempted to regulate it. Kate gently pulled your underwear back up and stood up to pull your dress back down. She kissed your shoulder repeatedly and rubbed your back as you came to.

“You wanna go home?” She asked softly.

“Yeah.” You replied, knowing it wouldn’t be long before both of you were up for round two.

You should see their face when they finally realize

That she plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

It was pretty obvious when you and Kate emerged from the bathroom what you had been up to. Her hand was on the small of your back and she occasionally gave you some shoulder kisses. Likewise, you adorned a large love bite on your neck whilst your face and chest were red and flushed.

Kate wished she could have taken a picture of the guys’ faces. Each one of them had their jaw dropped in complete shock, having realised just how naive and clueless they had been all night. It made you giggle but it made Kate smug.

You took your bag back from Shang Chi who was holding it for you, giving the four men a sweet smile. “Tonight was fun, I’ll see you guys later. Bye.”

They wordlessly all raised their hands to wave you off. All of them were bitter and disappointed they had not caught on that it was Kate they had needed to compete with.

You turned to Kate who had tasked herself with sorting the Uber. Her hand returned to your back as she guided you out of the bar. She may not have had good odds in a fight against any of the four men, but she had won this and honestly, this was more satisfying.

Head's a mess

She's responsible

Change her mind

It's impossible

You rested your head on Kate’s shoulder in the car, relaxing into her. Kate moved and put her arm around you to which you gave a contented sigh.

Kate looked down at the sweet sight of you in her arms and began to wonder if this was enough for her. She couldn’t handle watching men flirting with you in a bar right in front of her face so she shuddered to think about what you did behind her back.

Her brain flooded with intense intrusive thoughts. Bucky’s vibranium arm round your neck, squeezing it just the way you liked. Sam bending you over that pool table, riding your dress up and pulling your underwear down just as Kate had done in the bathroom. Shang Chi spanking you as you let out excited moans, begging him for more. Thor eating you out as though you were his last meal and making your voice hoarse with your screams.

Kate groaned, the thoughts making her feel nauseous. She was aware that you had maybe done any of those things before. The real kick in the teeth though, is that you weren’t Kate’s girlfriend and were perfectly free to still do those things.

You had never suggested wanting anything serious, seemingly content with the arrangement you and Kate had whilst freely flirting with the guys on nights out. It occurred to the archer that she might control you in the bedroom but in real life it was you that held the reigns. You had everyone right where you wanted them.

Watch the girl get what she likes

cute

hey can i maybe request a hela x reader where hela

has been very clingy and pining for attention and when reader is finally sick of it and asks her about it she says that she just never felt love before and she just enjoys spending time with reader sm and wasn’t trying to act like that at all. i’m sorry if this is badddd

A/N: Apparently, we’ve got a theme going on on this blog lately, and that’s “Hela Realizing She’s In Love and Being Soft (tm)” Anyways, I hope you enjoy some more of that Good Fluff~

WC: 1541

Rating: T

TW: None

For the past couple of weeks, you’d noticed Hela had been acting… out of character.

For as long as you’d known Hela, she had always been a very closed off, straight-forward person, who kept her emotions in check and rarely let anyone see them. Unless they could help her on the battlefield, that was. She didn’t like to show weaknesses of any sort, to the point where most believed she had none, and to put it in somewhat harsh terms, she was a rather cold person.

Granted, she had never been that way with you, but there had still seemed to be limits to how she acted, even when it was just the two of you. She would soften, but only just. She would say sweet things, but there always seemed to be an aloofness to them. As though she were saying them more out of a duty than a want. You’d never thought much about it, though, because you knew with Hela’s position and titles that it was important for her to maintain appearances, and you imagined that would be a hard habit to break, even when she was with someone she cared for.

But lately, she’d become noticeably softer. She was constantly wanting to be held or touched in some way, holding her hand out for you as soon as you came into the room, or pulling you into her arms if you sat down too far away from her. She acted as though you were never around, which certainly wasn’t the case, and it wasn’t that you were particularly upset with the development, but it was a little strange.

And the sweet talking.

Hela had always had a way with words, even in her somewhat aloof state, but lately they had been more… more. She was always telling you how much she missed you while you were out attending to your duties, and even talking about the future and what the two of you would do together, if you had the chance to run away even for just a few days. It was as though she were skirting around saying something important, but didn’t quite know how to say it directly, so she was speaking in riddles. Promises of what would come, of what she hoped would come to pass.

You didn’t mind it, per se. But it was starting to make you wonder. If a shoe was about to drop, or if reality was catching up to you.

You knew you had to address it somehow, so you decided the next time that you saw her, you would talk to her about it.

When you went to her room that night, the first thing she did was pull the covers back and hold a hand out for you, and despite the fact that you had questions you wanted answered as soon as possible, you couldn’t help but to smile at how absolutely happy she looked to see you finally turning in for the night.

“Darling, you’ve really got to stop staying away for so long. I miss you too much.”

As soon as you were seated on your side of the bed, she had pulled you closer by the hand, settling you in front of her with her legs on either side as she wrapped her arms around you, settling her chin on your shoulder after pressing a gentle kiss there.

“I have work, Hela. You know I have to be gone.” You kept your voice soft, even as you felt your emotions swirling among themselves like a hurricane threatening to hit land at any second. Impending devastation, if so much as one thing changed their course.

“Yes, well, that doesn’t mean that I have to like it.” She pressed another kiss to your shoulder before tilting her head enough so that she could look at you. “I was thinking, maybe a nice bath together, hm? You can wash my back… and I’ll wash yours…” You could tell by the tone of her voice that Hela had a little more than washing each other on her mind. “…see where the night takes us?” You felt her grin as she started a trail of kisses along the column of your neck, taking her time to get to your collarbone.

It was now or never.

“Hela, wait…” you murmured, though the headiness of the kiss had you left your voice lacking any sort of conviction.

Hela only hummed in response, and busied herself with leaving a hickey on your collarbone, and the slight pain of her teeth against your skin cleared your mind enough to bring you back to your senses.

“Hela, stop.”

Your voice came out much sharper than you had intended it to, and you could tell by the way Hela recoiled as though she’d touched an open flame that she was as shocked as you were at the outburst.

She didn’t say anything as you turned so that you were face to face, and you took her silence as your opportunity to speak.

“Hela… What is this?” The pure confusion in your voice left a weight in the air that felt as though it could be cut in half, with how tangibly it settled over both of you.

For a moment, you thought Hela might explode. Might become angry or indignant, like she so often did when she didn’t quite understand something. Instead, she tilted her head, brow furrowing as she tried to piece together what exactly had led to this moment.

“What is… what? Do you… Do you not… want this anymore?” The genuine confusion and concern in her voice left you wanting to slap yourself in the face for not being just a tad clearer in what you were asking about, and you heaved a sigh, hoping she didn’t read into it the wrong way.

“No… Hela, no, that… That’s not…” You made an aggravated little sound of frustration, purely at your own inability to formulate what you were trying to say. “…you’ve been acting so different now, for the past few weeks. You keep talking about the future… and everything you hope we get the chance to do… You’re being… overly affectionate, and… sort of… clingy.”

You could see Hela struggling to understand the point you were trying to make, but you continued, trying to get to the bottom of everything.

“Look, if… if this is to lessen the blow of you going back to war or to another planet or… whatever, please can you just… tell me?” You weren’t entirely sure when you had begun to get so emotional, but you could hear your voice cracking on every other word, and the anxious knot that had been in the pit of your stomach was now lumped in your throat, making it hard to speak.

“…is that what you think this is?” Hela spoke after a pregnant pause, features softening as she looked at you, taking your hands in both of hers. “Y/N, I… This isn’t that. I just…” She was struggling to find the words she needed, and you gave her the space to figure it out, watching her intently as you waited for her explanation. “Y/N, I… I love you.”

You both grew very still at her quiet admission. She’d never said the words to you, and you’d certainly never had the courage to say them to her. And suddenly you felt extremely guilty for exploding on her like you had.

“Y/N, I… I’m acting this way because I… Well, I’ve never felt this way, about anyone before. I’ve never had anyone before. And I’m… frightened that I’m doing everything all wrong. And if I am, I need you to tell me, please. The last thing I want is to push you away. Not when I feel as though you’re my very reason for breathing.”

You weren’t quite sure what to say to Hela’s little speech, in part because you felt bad, but also because it had taken your breath away in the best way possible. You took a few moments to gather yourself and your thoughts, and before you spoke, you brought her hands to your lips, kissing the back of each of them before looking up at her.

“…I love you, too. And I never meant to make you upset by what I said. You’re not doing anything wrong. Not in the least. I was just… confused, and worried that you were softening a blow that hadn’t landed yet. That’s all.”

Feeling a bit like you had to prove your point, you reached up to cup her face, pulling her down so that you could kiss her gently. “I love you,” you reiterated, mumbling the words against her lips before kissing her again, and this time she kissed you back, letting her hands move to your waist as she pulled you closer, until you were straddling her waist and pressed as close as you could physically get.

Between kisses, Hela managed to huff a breathless little laugh, pressing her forehead to yours as she smiled.

“…forget about that bath. It can wait.”

Before you could even finish laughing, she was kissing you again, and you let your eyes close and your mind drift away until nothing existed but Hela.

yes

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

To the person who anonymously requested this, this one is for you. Thank you for the request and I’m so sorry cause I accidentally deleted your request, I did write it so I hope you see this and I hope you enjoy this. This one is for you, love <3

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bucky Barnes x Healer Avenger!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bucky does everything and anything just to be with you.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of injury, slight angst, fluff, Bucky being a lovesick idiot

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Bucky didn’t know he would be capable of doing something this stupid.

James Buchanan Barnes, a hundred year old super soldier, a war veteran, an ex assassin, and now an official Avenger was asking his best friend to do him a favor.

“I am not doing that, Buck.” Steve says as he places his hands on his hip, trying his best to not judge his best friend.

“Steve, you're my best friend and you promise me you’ll do anything for me.” Bucky answered back with all seriousness.

“I am not throwing my shield at you just so you can hang out with Y/N.” the blonde stated as a matter of fact.

Y/N— Bucky was enamored by you the moment he first met you. He was just new in the compound, mentally and physically bruised by his demons.

Once Bucky’s gaze met your small form he could swear he saw a halo surround you.

You were as bright as the sun and as delicate as the moon.

“Come on, Steve. Just this once, I can’t keep showing up to her with pathetic paper cuts and knife wounds.” Hearing himself say that sentence made him grimace— he sounded pathetic but he didn’t mind because he was—

“Whipped.” Steve muttered under his breath, still amazed by how determined his friend was.

His first conversation with you happened a couple days after he moved into the compound.

Bucky was escorted to your room by Steve who assured him that no one was going to hurt him anymore and that you were going to help him.

Upon knocking on your door, the door immediately opened revealing your welcoming smile.

You were breathtaking.

Wearing a hoodie that engulfed your entire body, your little sweater paws making Bucky fight a smile that was about to pop up on his face.

“Hey Stevie, and you must be Bucky— right? Steve told me a lot about you.”

Your voice was like a lullaby— sweet and soft, slowly making its way to his palpitating heart.

“Y/N can we come in? Bucky is here for your help with some problems.” your tall blonde friend simply explained as he gestured towards Bucky’s new vibranium arm.

“Of course, come in.” you said opening the door for them to enter.

You gestured for them to take a seat on the couch, placing yourself in front of Bucky.

You gave the brunette a reassuring smile, Bucky however was confused not understanding how you could help.

“So what can I help you with?” you whispered softly to the super soldier who continued to stare at you in confusion.

“I– I actually don’t know why Steve brought me here.” he answers in all honesty and mentally slapping himself in the face for sounding too harsh, not wanting you to think of him wrongly.

You simply smiled at him and nodded your head, understanding him and his hesitation. You knew about him through Steve, you knew about the cruel things that happened to him.

Y/N promised herself that she would make sure that Bucky’s stay here would be the best. Making sure he had a friend and making sure that he was comfortable with everyone and especially comfortable with his own skin.

“Bucky had expressed his desire for his scars to be healed but of course I knew that you would be perfect to help,” said Steve. “You see, Bucky is not comfortable with doctors yet and I know you're very much capable of helping him.”

Bucky had never been more confused his entire life. Were you a doctor?

“Of course I can help. If you’re willing for me to help you, Bucky— I’d be happy to.”

With hesitancy and fear crawling up his veins, Bucky turned towards Steve who simply nodded his head encouragingly.

Bucky now turned towards you and nodded, still confused as to how you're gonna help him without medical equipment— you were just sitting there.

“Ok. Can you remove your shirt for me? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” you said, still giving him that gorgeous warm smile of yours.

Calming down by just looking at your face he did what he was told, lifting his shirt off of him.

Once he was bare— he started to feel insecure of all the bruises and scars he had on his body. Not meeting your eyes, he tried to cover himself up.

Before he could do so, you placed your soft warm hands on his vibranium arm. Bucky looked down on your small hand and released a sigh that he was unknowingly holding.

“Can I touch them?” you asked softly as you gestured to his scars.

Bucky nodded and watched you silently along with Steve who was leaning against your vanity.

Your small hands placed themselves on the biggest scar that he had— the scar that made Bucky feel like a monster, the scar that reminded him of his past, the scar that he desperately wants to remove from his body— his scar that encircled his now vibranium arm.

Bucky watches as gold lights sparked out of your hands— he watched with amazement once he saw the scar completely disappear out of his body, his skin was good as new, as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had touched it— it was healed, you healed him.

Ever since you healed him for the first time, he would always come to you after missions— from gunshot wounds, to knife wounds, to simple paper cuts that he may or may not have done himself— you would happily help him. Bucky is always craving for the feeling of your soft warm hands as you both laugh and talk about random things.

That was the beginning of your friendship.

The beginning of Bucky’s desire to be completely healed by you— to completely be loved by you

…the way he did.

“Just tell her you like her, Buck. Ask her out for dinner, asking me to knock you out is not the way to do this.”

Bucky sighs and nods his head in defeat, understanding that he should just man up and tell her.

Steve pats his friend’s back and smiles at his nervous face.

“You can do it, punk.”

Bucky gathered his remaining courage and let his feet take him to his destination— your room.

Once he reached your door he hesitantly raised his hand to knock on the door, only to bring it back down in fear.

The brunette was now pacing back and forth your door, listing down the possibilities that this could go wrong.

Releasing a breath that he was holding, he faced your door once again and raised his fist to knock before—

thud

And there he was knocked down on the ground. This is probably what he gets for asking Steve to knock him out— the universe is mocking him.

“OH MY GOD! BUCK, I'M SO SORRY!” you accidentally opened the door on him, completely knocking him off his feet.

“Are you okay, Jamie? I’m sorry— I– FRIDAY told me you were pacing in front of my door so I decided to go out but I didn’t know—” you started to ramble as you helped the brunette off the floor and guided him in your room.

“I keep falling for you, doll.” Bucky chuckled, now sitting on your bed facing your now frantic face.

“It’s not funny, James. I’m so so sorry— I can’t believe I hurt you.” you muttered. You cupped Bucky’s face and scanned him for injuries.

“I’m ok, Y/N. It was an accident.” Bucky whispers, calming you down as he plays with your hair.

“You have a busted lip, Buck.”

Bucky decided that he had embarrassed himself enough— so what does he have to lose.

Fuck it.

“Heal it then, doll.” his nose was almost touching yours. Your hands are still caressing his face, loving the feeling of his stubble on your hands.

“O–okay.” you stuttered as you silently placed your fingers on his lip, only for Bucky to grab your wrist to stop you.

“Wha—”

Bucky slams his lips on your soft ones, you froze by the sudden action, only to later on melt by the feeling of Bucky’s lips. You grabbed his neck to deepen the kiss making the super soldier wrap his arms around your waist.

Tingling feeling engulfed the both of you— both from the butterflies that erupted from both of your stomachs but also from your magic that was not only healing Bucky’s lip but also healing Bucky’s broken mind and soul.

You healed him.

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You’re all mine

pairing: lady lesso x fem!reader

summary: Y/N was meant to be an Ever, but what happens as she becomes a Never?

warnings: death, teasing, fluff(ish)

a/n~ how many times ive watched this movie just for her is actually baffeling.

Y/N walked through the hall. There had to be some mistake, right? She was born and raised good, so how is she being handed dark reds and purples?

She walked quietly to her dorm. Thinking she would have some people to get to know. But when the door opened, it was empty. Shocker.

The girl Placed her very few things down. Skimming through the different dresses that would suit her side more. Finding a short dress that had ruffles all over the skirt. Grabbing the wooly black cardigan.

She skipped over the entire main hall, especially after the questioning stares she received.

After all, Y/N didn't care if she had friends or knew any of her professors or even her dean.

The girl changed and made her way to the grand room that held the welcome ceremony. Which she wished she didn't have to go to. But alas, she made her way through the building.

And it wasn't bad, really. Until the doors opened. Everyone turned to look to see who walked in. Gasp erupting from the Evers and the Nevers scoffing.

Y/N didn't belong where she was put.

It was even worse when she looked to the dean and professor. Professor Dovey looked shocked, and Lady Lesso...well she looked like she just got told she was teaching the Evers.

Y/N felt uneasy at all the unwanted attention. Even as she at down in the far back, she still had the attention.

Thankful for when the the Ever's boys came in. Dragging the attention of the entire class. They did their little show, and then Tedros came down. Giving Y/N her perfect escape.

She didn't know where she was going to go, but she just enjoyed wandering. And after hours of just roaming, she did eventually get lost. And then lost turned her day into night. Where did she run off to? Which way was her dorm?

That's when she noticed herself in the woods.

"Shit," she mumbled to no one. Or she thought there was no one.

"Aaah, so the Ever Never is lost!" A low voice hummed. Getting Y/N to look around confused. "I didn't think you could even speak!"

Y/N was scared. Terrified even. Her only plan was to run. Which she did. Her boots breaking branches and crushing leaves. Tears flooded her eyes, blurring her vision to the point she missed her step and blacked out before meeting the ground.

~T.S~

Y/N shot up. Her room still only her. Her eyes lazily found a clock. Classes started in half an hour. Giving her only time to really just change and lightly fix her hair.

Where for the next twenty minutes she tried to find her class. Getting looks when she walked into the room. Taking the desk in the back and not saying anything.

The red haired dean walked in, and never in Y/N's life did she wish she was anywhere else as much as she did then and there.

"Defense class, my favorite! Either you're going to end up in the infirmary or you'll come out on top. That choice is yours!" Her voice was cheerful to watch this day. "Hort! You're first!"

A boy with black hair got up. Smiling when the thought of this would be easy. Until a guard walked in. His smile dropped in a blink.

That's how the class went. Student after student. Most winning and only a few failing.

"Never Ever! Head out the clouds, it's you're turn." Lady Lesso let her voice carry. Bringing her back to reality. "Defend or be end!" She smirked.

That's when Y/N noticed the open circle in the middle of the room. But without question, she stood in the middle of the room. Her outfit on full display for the room.

That's what she wanted to believe. Not the fact she was in the wrong school. She believed it was the ruffly belt around her snug maxi dress. The dull red corset being her the reason for her lack of air.

The guard stood almost twice her height. His teeth bared and his sword ready for battle.

"Go!" Lady Lesso boomed. Waiting for any move to be made. Her eyes trained to how scared Y/N looked. Her smile growing as the wolf charged.

The two danced around with Y/N getting a few scratches. It was getting repeadative. "For Hell's sake! Just kill her!" Lady Lesso scoffed.

Y/N panicked when the wolf lunged at her. But without thinking, Y/N closed her eyes.

And when they were open, she stood covered in blood. Her vision was in all black and white and everyone was gone. She could hear her name being called over and over.

"Y/N! Back down immediately!" Lady Lesso ordered. Her hands both wielding magic. "I'm serious! You've proven enough to me!"

Y/N looked down. She found everyone. The guard was dead on the ground and everyone was backed into a corner. She stared then to her feet. Closing her eyes once again.

And when she opened again. She was the last one in the room. Tears fell from her eyes.

"Y/N." Lady Lesso called. She had just walked back into the room. Closing the door behind her. "The objective was defend. I told you to stop and you didn't. Not to mention you broke a very big rule."

"I'm sorry." Y/N whispered. "I c-closed my eyes, I don't know what happened."

"I don't know if this can even be covered. The class is terrified of you and soon so will everyone." Lady Lesso completely ignored the student. "They're going to kick you out."

Y/N looked up. Meeting the dean's eyes. And the concern and worry made her break. She ran off and straight into her dorm.

~T.S~

"She hasn't been seen since. She's missed almost a week of classes. I don't think she meant to do it." Lesso sat in the room with all the other teachers and The School Master.

"She killed someone none the less! That's one of your schools biggest rule!" Dovey retaliated. "She's a danger to us all!"

"She apologized and ran out crying! A true Never would relish in a kill. She's punishing herself. I don't even know if she's eaten once. She has no roommates, no friends, she's a Ever placed as a Never." Lesso brought up the the self-quarantine. "She truly means no harm. She just can't control it yet."

"Well, our only choice is to put her on trial. I'm sure the roles are clear. We'll bring in a mix of former Nevers and Evers to be our jury. Either they decide it was a harmless accident, or they decide it was on purpose." The School Master concluded.

Lesso huffed, but she was the first person out the room. Making quick pace to Y/N's dorm. Knocking on the door aggressively. Finding the door already unlocked.

"Y/N." Her voice carried through the room. A small hum dragging her attention to the open balcony. The green eyes wandered through the dark, picking out the girls figure sitting on the railing. "We need to talk."

"I'm leaving...tonight..." Y/N spat out. Jumping down from the rail. "I'm not going to fit in anywhere."

Lesso sighed. "You can't leave. We met and agreed that you'll get a trial. If the jury decides you didn't mean it, you stay."

Y/N shook her head. "I can't stay. I'm nothing but a murderer. Nobody will like me even more. After all, I'm the Never Ever."

There was a silence engulfing the room. Lady Lesso watched carefully as Y/N packed what she brought. Grabbing her by the arm as she tried to walk past.

"I...can't let you leave. Y/N you don't understand what power you showed me. You need to be here to learn how to control it. So, even if I have to sit her and block you until the trial, then so be it." The red head let her go, only slightly pushing her back.

And it would've been a normal fight, until Y/N crumbled to the ground and started crying.

Lesso stood for a second, not knowing how to handle this, but she was going to try. She was going to try her absolute hardest to help her.

~T.S~

The year had flown by. Then the next. And the next. Then finally it was Y/N's last year.

Over each year she witnessed a lot. The schools unite from two readers, a Nevers ball, a Evers ball, and she finally had a few friends.

Y/N thought she would be home and have a lot of explaining to do, until she was told she got the privilege to be a teacher. It would only be an idiot to reject the offer.

Lady Lesso had delivered the news to her. Which only surprised her when Y/N threw herself to hug the woman.

They had become extremely close over the years. It wasn't a shocker. Someone had to become responsible for Y/N if she were to stay. Lesso took that role. Having a hint of hope for the girl.

And they both, in the end, were glad Y/N stayed. She learned so much from her mentor.

Like what it feels like to be in love.

But of course, it would only be a silly, measly, school girl crush. A lot of people fell for the beauty of evil. God, was she beautiful.

"Thank you for everything," Y/N pulled back. Her eyes seeming so innocent in the light. "I literally couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course, dove. And because of your history, they're creating a class specifically for you to teach. Powerful Defense. You'll teach the students who have extreme powers. It's almost like an advanced class." Lesso hummed. "You'll do amazing."

A silence fell between the two. They just start longingly at one another

The other professors watched the interaction from afar. It was obvious the two were practically married without knowing it. And was it getting boring!

So, when Dovey walked by, she shoved past Y/N on 'accident'. Pushing the two incredibly closer.

Now they were centimeters away from kissing. Their warm breaths brushing past each other. They weren't moving. In that moment, it was only them.

"I..." Y/N whispered. She wanted to form any sentence.

"Come on, use your words princess." Lesso teased. Smirking at the intense blush.

Y/N couldn't breathe. How was this woman so calm?!

Stammering and stutters were all that Y/N could form. "Aww, look at you. Going all dumb for me." Y/N closed her mouth and stopped the noises.

"It's just you're so...so..." Y/N trailed of her sentence. Getting lost in the hands that squeezed her hips. Increasing the force when the sentence stopped. "So attractive!" She spat. Panic taking over her.

"Oh, you are just too cute for evil. It's why I adore you, always boosting my ego." She narrowed her eyes. "I'm gonna kiss you now."

"In front of everyone?!" Y/N shot her eyes open. Catching the nod.

"I'm gonna let them know you're all mine darling."

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Motherly

Harry x reader

Description - Y/N loves taking care of her friends but after a night of drinking it seems like they don’t want her to. She worries that they might not want her around and panics. They ease her worries and harry has something to confess.

Word count - 4700 (my god that seems excessive)

Warnings - insecure reader, mentions of eating, female pronouns, some description of panic attack, underage drinking, maybe a little ooc for harry at the beginning. angst at the beginning but it turns into fluff. If you just want the heartbreak you could stop halfway through cause thats a mood and same.

A/N - I had to bring Luna into this because she is an angel and the love of my life. Harry is my favorite idiot and Ron is an angel. Anyway I’m done, just a notice that there is description of a mild panic attack, this is based on how they feel for me. The insecurities are also based on me. This is just to say that this in no way means that this writing is supposed to be universal and i in no way mean to offend.

MASTERLIST

You had been taking care of Harry for as long as you had known him. When you met him on the train you realized that you wanted to protect him and keep him safe. He had already been through enough. Unfortunately, that didn’t exactly work out. Over the years you would try to help him but he inevitably found himself in deep trouble and in need of help. You were always happy to fill that role, not that you were always successful. You would do anything for him. especially once you realized that you had real and hard feelings for the young wizard. You saw him and the way he looked at other girls, you knew he didn’t like you in that way. So instead of saying anything, you just didn’t mention it and continued to give him your all.

You took care of all of your friends most of the time. You enjoyed being needed. That was why, while standing in the corner of the party, you were ready to step in to help any of your friends. There was almost always a party after every match and Harry normally got pretty wasted. You stayed sober most of the time so you could take care of your friends if you needed to. You had held Hermione’s hair back multiple times. She partied rarely but when she did it was intense. You also liked to keep your eye on Harry who would get decidedly out of it and would often find himself passed out somewhere uncomfortable or unable to keep his dinner down. You felt his eyes on you and he made his way towards you. You could tell from looking at him that he was properly wasted. He wasn’t blackout but a few more drinks and he would be. You smiled at him as brightly as you could.

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[After meeting Natasha's parents]

Y/N: I think your family liked me...

Natasha: My mother begged you to marry me before we left.

Honey, I’m Home-!

Sirius Black x Mom! Reader

Ever since Sirius was sent to Azkaban, you were the one in charge of raising Harry. Doing your best, and lucky to have Remus to help. Because of that, a certain Rat wasn’t able to avoid any of your gazes. When Harry’s third year came to a end, you were given quite a surprise at the train station

Warnings 18+, P in V, Female Reader, high emotions, hurt comfort, fluffy and heated sex, getting back together, implied breeding kink, taking care of your man with baths food and you, sir this bed is about to be destroyed with how hard he’s going to rail you. Also, implied Wolfstar/ Remus x You/Poly situation deal up in here hehehehe

“Harry-!” You called, with a smile. Always there to pick him up from the station, every single time. As a good parent would. Ever since you found out he had such a risk to end up at the Dursleys, like hell you would let that happen. Made you pamper him a bit, given your good friends lost their lives for him. But like hell he didn’t deserve it.

“Shhh shh-!” Harry was soon hushing his friends, leaving you confused. Hermione and Ron quick to hush up, while Remus would set the last of the bags off the train. Wanting to help out, since there were so many Weasleys to worry about. The way he smiled, you were even more curious. You couldn’t recall the last time he looked so relieved. Was there a change in laws that permitted him to work at Hogwarts?

“Children, settle down. Settle down. Go on and show her the surprise.” He teases them, as he would help Molly with the rest of the Weasleys. He threw you a wink, which had you very confused. Not what did that Marauder have in mind this time?

“Mum…..Can we get a dog?” Harry asked you, as the trio stood next to each other. With cuts and bruises all over, but smiling. Even Ron seemed chipper, despite the fact he was in crutch. The hell did those three get into this time?

“A dog-? Harry….You know why we can’t get a dog.” You sighed, not wanting to have this discussion again. With out Sirius, you just couldn’t. Any dog was to painful of a reminder. Oh how you miss your padfoot. What you would give to see him again.

“Mum, please? He’s got no where else to go. Just look at him-“ Harry pleaded, as the trio stepped aside. The dog now exposed to you. Was so painfully skinny, yet also so furry at the same time. Matted fur, and just looking like a grim. He looked so much like Sirius, but so dead as well. Your heart just couldn’t say no this time.

The defeated sigh had them cheer, as Remus returned. Still giving you this coy smile, that had you furrow your brows. You felt like you were missing something, but you didn’t know what. You just knew that it was time to take everyone home.

With Harry hugging his friends goodbye, while this new dog stuck close to your legs, Remus would catch up quickly with Molly. Explaining something. You swore it was about Scabbers, but the new playmate was keeping your attention. Suddenly jumping on you, and licking your face.

“ACK-! HEEL HEEL-!” You called, as the dog was just to strong. How was something so fragile so durable? Reminded you of Sirius. How even in his dog form he was able to tackle people down. Was just making your heart hurt more, which in a morbid sense made you unable to refuse the dog either.

“Mum, Uncle Remus said you should head home with our new dog. He needs me to stay here and catch Mrs. Weasley up on stuff.” The way he fidgeted with his glasses told you it was a mixture of a lie and some truths. What the hell were these people planning? Was this some scheme to help you move on? Accept Sirius was never coming back? That hurt, but also a point was made. Who can escape Azkaban?

“Alright. But be home before dark.” You warned, as you kissed his forehead. Right on his scar, which made him smile. He made sure to give you a hug, before quickly returning to the red heads. Poor Molly looked ready to faint. Make that she did, and the twins had to catch her. Yeah, like hell you wanted to be involved with that.

“Alright, let’s-“ But the dog was running. Right through the wall, with no hesitation. You were flabbergasted, but had no time to think. Harry’s new dog was running off. No way you wanted his poor heart broken over that. So, you ran after it. Trying to catch up, but it seemed high on life.

“GET BACK HERE-!” You hollered, as the dog was running like it was the last thing it could ever do. You were so focused on trying to catch up to it, you barely noticed where you were running towards. By the time you finally caught up, you were wheezing. Hands on your knees, as the door the dog stopped at opened.

“About time Master and Mistress Black returned.” Kreacher sneered, as the dog hurried inside. Did he say what you think he said? No way. That can’t be Sirius. No way in hell. Looks like him, but he’s in Azkaban. You don’t just escape Azkaban. Sure, the daily prophet said he did. But it was more than likely gossip gone wild. You swore every week they said someone did, only for them to be returned the next day.

“Kreacher, phew, give me a minute here.” You coughed, as you stumbled inside. Left for the building to vanish, in the early morning fog. As if it was never there. Leaving you to be alone, with the elf and dog, as you hung up your coat.

You did your best with making the home more live able. The spare rooms built for whenever Harry wanted friends over for the summers. Along with just a safe haven for friends in need of a stay. You turned what was once a cage, into a proper home. Seemed the dog loved it, as it was quick to run up the stairs. Bolting past the curtained painting, and straight to your bedroom.

“How does it….No. no this can’t be. No way…” It was starting to become harder to deny, as you walked up the stairs. By the time you reached the door, you heard it. That familiar eerie bone cracking, when a animagus was changing forms. No way. It couldn’t be. It can’t-

“Home sweet home-“ That gruff voice sung to you, as you opened the door. There he was. Your husband. Your world. Your everything. Standing there, bending his back, as he sported a tattered Azkaban uniform. Bloody, dirty, hardly clothing at all. Hair a mangled mess, and in desempate need of a bath and shave. He was so sickly thin, the very thin fabric was just a sheet on him. Hardly could process it, when those dark eyes locked on yours. Hair so long now, and body tattered. No matter the design, it was still him. Your Sirius.

“Hardly changed a day…” He dreamily said, with that exhausted smile. He was so drained, but you could still see the pure joy in his eyes. He was home. He was with you, and could be there for Harry now. His best friend Remus was in his life again. He’s not in that damn prison, and he’s in your sight once more.

You didn’t care about the grime, as you practically fell into his arms. Sobbing in joy, as he held you close. Despite his thinner structure, he was able to hold you tightly. As tightly as he could, and sway with you. No need for words. Just gentle tears.

That was why Remus was so coy, and why Harry had you two run off. You two needed time to reconnect. Even so young, Harry could grasp how important this was. Guess you were rasing him right. Seemed also that Kreacher might have missed Sirius as well, because you could hear a bath being run. No one asked for it, but he did it. His own free choice. He missed him, in his own way.

“Darling, I love you so much. I really do, but I am so fucking gross right now. You know I’m being honest when even I’m unable to handle my own stink. I’ve had sex with Moony under a full moon. I’m GROSS gross right now. I will kill for a bath-“ He went on, making you just laugh with your tears. Despite the years in such a horrific prison, he was still himself. Guess he was always a little insane.

You didn’t let him go an inch, as you trailed after him to the bathroom. More than happy to help him wash. Just enjoying the needed intimate moment. Just a wife, washing her husband. By god was he filthy. By the time Harry and Remus returned, he was finally drying off. You had no idea if the bathtub will ever recover. Least he was now in his favorite black robe.

“I’ve got dinner handled, don’t worry-!” Remus called, as Sirius would come down the stairs with you. Unable to let go of his arm, and he hardly complained. He missed your touch all the same, as you two would enter the dinning room. Where Harry sat.

“Guess we better start from the beginning.” Harry murmured. You had already gotten used to your son’s insane adventures, but this one took the cake. He got his god father out of Azkaban, somehow-? Yeah, you were sitting down for this. Mindlessly playing with the exposed chest hair you could grab, as the trio of misfits began to explain.

Even while eating, more like Sirius devouring anything in sight, there was so much to discuss. Was mostly Remus, and Harry, speaking. Given Sirius was more so busy hiding during that time frame. Oh how your heart had broken, and repaired, over and over from it all. Your poor husband. But, he’s back now. He’s back, and he’s never leaving you again.

“I know you are my god father and all, but….Do I call you dad now-?” Harry asked. He’s thirteen, still a child after all. It’s going to be a lot to process, even by Wizard standards. With his meal finished, Sirius did have to think a moment. Dispite the fact Harry knew Sirius from stories, because of you and Remus, he was still a stranger after all.

“Uncle Padfoot will work just fine.” He smiled, as he ruffled Harry’s hair. That made the young teen give an awkward grin, as there was something to work with now. Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier. Just staring with such love to him, with your head on his shoulder. Taking in that scent, as Remus was unable to stop his smile to.

“Harry, dear, why don’t we go out for a walk. Hm?” Remus asked him, making the boy raise a brow. Why would he want to….Oh. Right. Remus would give a gentle head nudge towards the door, and Harry was quick to get the message. Grabbing his jacket, wand, and chasing after his uncle. Not wanting to say another word, as he really rather not think about his mother’s sex life. Even if it’s with his god father.

The second the door closed, you were yanked from your chair. You gave a squeak, as you were tossed over his shoulder. Just like the old days at school. Whenever he wanted your attention, he simply tossed you over his shoulder. Forcing you to pay attention to him, as he would steal you to a private room for a discussion.

“I’m not letting you out of that bed until the head board breaks-“ He warned, as that had your heart racing. Twelve years is a long time, and there was most certainly some catching up to do. You couldn’t deny that, as you watch the stairs trail behind him. Escorting you to your once shared bedroom. Now together again.

You were plopped right on the bed, and he was on you like the hungry dog he was. Stealing you into his lips, and you couldn’t stop your moaning. It had been so long. You needed him as badly as he needed you. How you were enjoying the new long hair, and tangling your fingers into it. Needing as much skin as you could get from him.

He was more than happy to give it to you. The robe thrown aside, as he was pulling at your clothes. Not giving damn if they tore. Nothing else mattered in this moment. He wanted to fuck his wife, and by god was he going to. Twelve years, in Azkaban. He’s going to get all twelve years of pent up desire out in one night. Will your body recover? Do you even care?

“Sirius-“ You sighed, as he finally got your top off. His face buried into your chest, as he snapped your bra strap off. Tossing it aside, as he drank you up. Just feeling your skin on his, and savoring the long missed flesh against his bearded face. Feeling that freshly softened hair on your chest felt so good. Every single fiber of your existence was on fire. Felt like you might implode.

“Not a day passed by, that I wasn’t thinking of you. You, Remus, Harry, you three were what kept me sane. I knew you three were safe with each other. Waiting for me. I came back. I came back, like I promised.” He sighed, as you felt the tears on your chest. Gentle fingers played with his hair, as to try and calm him down. Comforting him.

“I always knew you would.” You felt so silly thinking Remus would ever try and help you move on. Hypocrite he would have been. Human emotions be human emotions, and they were being carnal right now. Needing to burn and burn and burn.

“Have me again, like you’ve had me before.” You asked him, as you cupped his face. Having that thick beard nuzzle into your palm, as those dark eyes stared up to yours. So much pain in his face, but comfort in his eyes. It’s a long journey to recover, but his soul was still there. His body is damaged, but a body can repair. A mind is harder, and that was the battle. A battle he won.

With a kiss to your palm, he would soon attack your lips. Growling into you, as he pulled away the rest of your clothes. Needing to devour your body. Soon marking away at your neck, your chest, your arms. If there was anything his lips could grasp, and making sure you were marked. As if to remind the world you belonged to him, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Not anymore.

“Sirius, how can you still be such a tease?” You whined, as he was grazing his teeth over your thigh. Leaving a bite on your flesh. Letting himself enjoy the flavor of the tingling flesh under his tongue.

“What? I’m an old dog. Old dogs have bad habits.” He teased, before he finally allowed you to get some attention. He really didn’t change, and you were shocked. Never thought being abused could be useful. Only a Black would have such a morbid survival skill.

Before any more depressing thoughts could fill your head, you were able to enjoy the familiar sight. Your husband between your legs, with his cock rubbing against you. The tip of his cock coming into view, whenever he rolled his hips up and down. Rubbing right on your clit, and making you whimper. Sure you’ve played with yourself, but nothing beats his touch.

You both were gripping tightly. Him on your thighs, while you grabbed his shoulders. Needing to feel him in your hands. You both needed it so badly, but both held a near fear. As if afraid that it was all a dream. Luckily, he had the nerve to test that fear. Test it, as he finally pushed in.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this-“ He moaned, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The way he growled, and his body just shivered. Aching, and moaning. Might spill just then, if he didn’t stop. Just savoring the feeling of being back inside of you, and how your eyes watered from pure comfort. To have your husband back.

He would lean down, and kiss away your tears, before he allowed himself to move. Just moaning for you, as his nails dug into your flesh. Marking you more, as you moaned into each others mouths. Needing to drink in every last thing you both could offer. So much to catch up on, and to make up for.

With the tender moment passing, you were soon reminded of the wild man you married. The feeling of your legs being pushed towards your shoulders, as he tried to get into you deeper. With his hands now on your ankles, as he was snapping his hips into yours. Needing to make sure you felt ever inch of him.

You loved it, and missed it, all. The feeling of your arms around his neck, and tangling your fingers into his hair. How he growled into you, and the snarls. Oh how you loved how animalistic he was for you. How he would bark and howl at the beg and call to you. Your big bad wolf.

It was all you missed. Had you in a mixture of tears, and pure desire. How he wanted to fight your tears, and kissed you. As heated as he could, to make up for the years parted. To taste you, and savor you all over again. Just the sounds of your moans, the creaking bed, and the flesh on flesh.

You didn’t know how long it lasted, but you felt him pull your lip. Sinking his teeth into it. A typical sign that he was close. A need to ground himself, to last a little longer. Oh how you missed his little habits. That thrill of pain again sent you over, as you came with him. To be as connected as possible.

You expected to get a moment to savor the after glow, but he kept true to his word. You were soon tossed onto your stomach, with the ass in the air. Of course he wanted doggy. It’s cheesey, but a favorite. Suppose one more round could be mustered.

One more became two, and three, and soon you had to chug a Pepper Up potion to keep up. You lost track of the rounds, before you were laid on your back. Soaked in sweat, and sticky from it all. Sheets hardly on the bed, and you were certain there were cracks in the wood. Hardly could breathe, but it seemed he was satisfied.

“Pretty sure you fucked a dozen kids into me.” You wheezed, as he chuckled. Enjoying a much needed cigarette, but still making sure you were comforted. Having your head in his lap, as he played with your face. Admiring all your features.

“Good.” He snickered, as you swatted at his hand. The both of you able to share a laugh, as there was a soft knock at the door. All Sirius had to do was give a sniff in the air, and he knew who it was. A whistle was given, before he grabbed a pillow for you. So you could cover up, despite the fact Remus has certainly saw you naked many times.

“Feeling better now-? Could have used a silencing charm. Had to tell Harry Kreacher was fixing a wardrobe.” Remus scoffed, with a tray of needed drinks and snacks. He would set it down on the bed side table, before joining on the bed. He deserved to catch up with Sirius to. Fine by you.

With some shifting, you were soon snuggled between the two men. Sirius still playing with your hair, as the two men remained sitting up. Keeping their voices low, so you could drift. Just able to be safe, and warm, again. Snuggling your husband, and comforted by the sound of old memories.

What a wonderful lullaby.