Jo Has My Heart

yes.

hiii, i think your requets are open so i would like to request a fic after hogwarts where draco and (reader) are married and maybe have a child, and draco is a professor at hogwarts. He sees his students and maybe he wants to feel young so he fucks one of his students (of legal age) and his wife finds out :(

Betrayal.

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draco malfoy x reader | angst | JUST ANGST |

a/n : this is my first time writing angst and this is what i get for my first time?! but ok i’ll try and thank you for requesting! <3 (i’ll change the concept a lil bit)

the sudden regret washed over his body as she left his room, he doesnt even know why he kept doing this. but one thing for sure, he was addicted, she’s like a drug. the adrenaline rushed through his blood making him keep going back to her.

draco knew this was wrong in any way, his beloved wife or once he loved was waiting for him to come home, to be back in her arms, but he did this to her instead. what she doesnt knew wont hurt their marriage, right?

he sighed, cleaning his desk and going back to his work, his mind wandered to his wife, he hadnt wrote to her since last week, he was too busy. he pulls his drawer and grabs a quill and a parchment.

Dear Y/n,

Hello, my love. How was your week? I’m sorry I havent write to you, the work keeping me busy. How is our little boy? Please reply this letter as soon as you received it. I miss you and Scorpius. I’ll be home soon.

Love,

Draco.

draco gives the letter to his owl, he walked in to his private bedroom, locking it and throwing himself on the bed slowly closing his eyes. y/n, please forgive me.

he woke up and found the girl he has been sleeping with. straddling his hips and sit on top of him, naked. he shoots her a smile, pulling her for a kiss which she gladly returns.

“what are you doing here, sarah?” draco asked as his hands roaming around her body making her giggle.

“i feel lonely, professor.” sarah gives him a wink and starts to undressing him, she grabbed his cock and pushing it inside her making both of them moaning out loud.

sarah starts to bouncing up and down while draco meeting her move, thrusting upwards. they were having their moment, moans filling their room until the door of his room bursted open.

“draco?”

the forbidden couple stilled at the voice, draco quickly pushes sarah off of him and his heart dropped to his stomach as he sees who was interrupting their ungodly activities.

“y- y/n?! love please i can exp-” the door slamming shut making a loud thump, draco who was already pale quickly getting his clothes back running to get his wife hoping she hasnt left yet.

“y/n please listen to me!” draco yanked her wrist making her body turned around to face him, he was about to pull her in his arms but y/n shoved him away off of her.

“i’ll send divorce files as soon as possible” she turns back leaving him who already had tears running down his face.

“no! y/n!”

draco wake up panting heavily, sweats running through his forehead, he looked around and found no one, no sarah. he inhaled deeply as he realized he was just dreaming. the sun shines bright blinding his eyes forcing him to get up from his bed.

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there she is, sitting with her legs open, for him. sarah shot him a wink at his flushed face making him gulped. he turns his body back to the board, focusing his attention on teaching his students, like he was supposed to.

draco was sitting on his chair, working through his assignments when suddenly he hears an impatient knock on his door.

“come in.” the door opened revealing the younger girl, her shirt unbuttoned enough to show him her cleavage, her skirt is on its usual short, she swayed her hips as she approaching her lover.

“hey, do you need something, baby?” draco asked as his eyes traveling down her body, the desires to have her right here coming back to him.

“oh nothing, i just needed my favorite professor..” sarah chuckles grabbing his hand to make him stand up, she runs her hands on his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt making draco shuddered.

“not now, sarah” draco looked up to the clock at his wall, his eyes now full of lust as he sees sarah taking off her shirt showing him her breasts, she doesnt even bothered to wear a bra.

he pushed sarah against the wall, his hand and his mouth latching onto her breasts, she moaned his name making he snapped back into reality.

the dream from last night replaying inside his head.

he quickly pulled himself away from her making her confused.

“hey, whats wrong?” sarah asked as she runs her fingers through his hair bringing him closer to her catching his lips.

“i’m sorry sarah i cant do this anymore” draco tried to pull away but her hands werent letting him go.

“you’re talking nonsense, draco” sarah starts to grinding on his, getting him hard, draco moaned instantly at the friction, he couldnt thinking straight anymore.

one last time, then its over, truly over. draco thought to himself as he unbuckled his trousers letting it hit the floor, he pushed her skirt up to her hips and pulling off her panties, he pushed all of his length into her, his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

draco rocked in and out of her, her body bouncing against the wall making him quickening his pace, snapping harder into her. they both were so lost in pleasure that they didnt hear the door being opened and a loud gasps coming behind them.

“draco?”. “daddy!”

their shocked voices ringing in draco’s ears as he came to a full stop, panicked showing on his face as he turned around and redressing himself.

he looks at y/n carrying their son on her hips, her hand covering his eyes. she held a look of mixed emotions in her face. draco was hoping this will not be the last time he would ever see them.

“y/n..” his voice broke as they left the room, tears streaming down y/n’s face. he runs immediately to them, pleading and begging y/n to stop her steps and listen to him, tears running down his face as he forced y/n to stop.

“please.. forgive me i promise i didnt love her, it means nothing to me, i swear..” draco dropped to his knees, holding her leg to prevent her from leaving him, he looked up to y/n who now held nothing in her face. he sobbed harder as his kid looking down at him in confusion.

“i hope it was worth it draco, thank you for all these years.” draco shakes her head crying uncontrollably as her legs kicking him off of her and in a second she and scorpius apparated.

draco gathered all of his stuff as fast as he could, telling mcgonagall that he quited. he doesnt care about sarah, he doesnt care about anything anymore at this point all he wanted was to come home hoping his wife and his child still waiting for him at the front door.

then the reality hit him in the face, he found their house empty, no sign of y/n no sign of scorpius running over the house, nothing. he dropped his body on the couch, his tears were dried, his head is dizzy, he cant help but take a look of their family picture hanging on the wall.

“fuck this!” draco smashed the picture to the ground but quickly picking it up again, he stared blankly at the picture as tears coming back to his face, his hands are shaking.

days by days passed, y/n showed no sign of coming back, draco was alone in their manor having no spirit to continued his life. he already sent his wife a letter per days to tell her and beg her to come home.

draco was sipping his tea in the kitchen when he heard rustling coming from the window, an owl approaching him and giving him envelope.

he opens the cover and he wished he didnt open it. it was a divorce paper along with a small note on top of it.

“i’ll keep you updated on scorpius.”

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this was shitty af i’m sorry i tried but i’m too stupid for this thing 😖💔

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Flustered

AN: I haven't read the books yet, so this is based on movie Lesso. Also, it's been a very long time since I've written and posted anything but this idea popped into my head and I had to do it. There's not enough Lesso x Reader fics out there

“Oh, please, you do not fluster me!”

The smirk on Lesso’s face said she clearly thought otherwise.

The infuriating Dean of Evil was currently leaning towards you, hands on your desk as she practically leered down at you.

“I beg to differ, kitten.” The words came from her mouth in what was practically a purr, making you struggle to fight back a blush. Despite your constant insistence on her dropping the nickname, she always used it when she wanted to rile you up.

You quietly cleared your throat, straightening a few papers before standing, taking them over to your cabinet, hoping putting them away would give you time to calm down. “Beg all you want, but that won’t change anything,” you said. “You couldn’t fluster me if you tried.”

The second you’d said it, you realized your grave mistake- Lesso wasn’t one to back down on a challenge, no matter how unintentional. “No one can,” you quickly added as you sorted the papers into their proper folders, praying that the less direct challenge would at least lessen her temptation to put it to the test.

“Oh, really? And what makes you so immune?” Lesso asked, disbelief evident in her voice.

“I just haven’t met anyone who makes me feel anything,” you lied. ‘Not until I met you,’ you thought. But in reality, it was more like women who liked other women were such a rarity that only men had hit on you, and they made you feel absolutely nothing.

That was, until becoming the school nurse at the School for Good and Evil led to you meeting Lady Lesso. Right away, everything about her had made you flustered, as much as you tried to hide it. Sometimes, you were successful. Other times, not so much. And it seemed those times amused Lesso enough to seek you out simply to torment you, laughing when you tried desperately to deny how she actually made you feel. Today was no different.

“Sure you haven’t, kitten!” Lesso scoffed. “And Dovey is secretly evil.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let her hear you say that,” you muttered. Papers sorted and put away, you held back a sigh as you closed the cabinet and turned, fingers nervously fidgeting with each other. “What makes you so certain you get me flustered?”

Before you could react, Lesso pounced.

In your frozen shock, she easily grabbed your wrists in one hand, moving your body to the side just slightly to press against the wall, pinning your hands above your head. Her body pressed against yours, keeping it from you squirming enough to get away. Not that you had it in you to even think about getting away as Lesso stared down at you.

Her body was surprisingly warm and solid against yours, hand gripping your wrists just tight enough that it felt good without being too tight. You swallowed, taking a shaky breath in as you tried to form a coherent thought, only to inhale some kind of spicy, herbal aroma that seemed to emanate from Lesso. Her eyes were dark and it felt like they were staring into your soul. After a second they trailed down to your lips, then down to your chest (you cursed yourself for wearing a lower-cut dress today), and then back up.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Lesso asked, reaching her other hand up to gently grip your chin, her sharp nails digging into your skin just slightly. She learned in close, lips just millimeters away from your ear, voice lowering to a soft, seductive whisper. “Cat got your tongue?”

You couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping you, eyes fluttering slightly. You nearly moaned when she let out a light chuckle at your reaction, eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned back.

“Such a reaction just from my voice?” Lesso asked. “Makes me wonder what pretty sounds my hands could get from you.”

A whimper escaped you and your eyes darted away, unable to meet her intense gaze. “I…s-shut up,” you mumbled.

Lesso let out another laugh. “Oh, but you’re so adorable when you’re flustered, kitten.” She watched you for another moment before finally pulling back, letting your hands fall gently while your body suddenly felt quite chilly without her pressed against you. Without missing a beat, Lesso turned and grabbed her cane from where it leant against her desk, heading towards your door.

“Wha-you’re just leaving?” you exclaimed. “After all that?”

“As much as I enjoy getting a reaction out of you, I do have work to get back to,” Lesso said simply, heels clicking on the floor.

“You can’t just- that’s so…so-” you can’t even get the words out, glaring after.

“I know,” Lesso said, pausing at the door to look back at you with a satisfied smirk. “I’m so evil.”

Yelena in Thunderbolts*:

And honestly, same.

can you write roommate!alexia smut

caught in the act | a. putellas x reader

— You catch your roommate Alexia touching herself to your photos.

tags: roommate!Alexia, barçaB!reader, smut, masturbation, mentions of fingering, mention of age gap, a bit of degradation and dirty talk, not proofread 🔞 wc: 2k+

Alexia hated having you as a roommate.

It wasn't because of the fact that you had a bad habit of putting off washing the dishes until the next morning; she learned to deal with it and wash them for you whenever it did bother her. It also wasn't because you were always watching Netflix past midnight, at full volume while she tried to get enough sleep for early morning training the next day, fully knowing the walls between your rooms were paper thin. She's learned to fall asleep to the sound of Brooklyn 99 or whatever American TV show you were addicted to at the time. It wasn’t even the fact that she’d have to set her alarm at least 30 minutes ahead of the usual time she’d wake up just so she could force you out of bed so you could both attend your respective training sessions on time.

Instead, she hated how oblivious and clueless you were to how she felt about you.

Just now, there you were in the living room watching a dumb show on Netflix as you simultaneously swiped on Bumble. She hated seeing you looking at other girls, or even getting all dolled up for dates with other girls.

She knew your type. You liked tall, fellow athletes with great style. She wondered why you never noticed her when she fit your type so well. She rolled her eyes at the sight of you fiddling with the dating app and just wanted to return to her room but you already noticed her presence.

"Hey, Alexia." You said calmly. “Come over here.”

She sighed. "Yeah?"

"What do you think about her?" You said as you chewed on the chips you were loudly snacking on. (That was another thing Alexia let you get away with — snacking everywhere and anywhere leading to a mild ant problem.)

Alexia sat beside you on the couch and leaned in to look at your phone. It was someone from Levante’s B team. Alexia frowned. She had to admit. This girl was undeniably hot with her tattoos and fit body but she knew she looked just as good as this player. If not that, she sure as hell was a better player. That should have been some merit to her.

"She’s okay..." It was all she could say to you. She didn’t want to come off as the jealous roommate.

"Really? I kinda think she's smoking hot." You said with a confused look. “She’s the hottest player I’ve played against on the pitch.”

Alexia rolled her eyes and wanted to make a snide comment but let it slide.

“She asked me out after we switched shirts after our match, and I smelled her shirt and it smelled good as fuck.” You shared, making Alexia roll her eyes again. “Plus, she’s taller than I am and you know how that’s my type… but our texts have been stale and boring as fuck.”

Alexia shrugged and tried to focus on the show you were shamelessly ignoring already. “Then just don’t go out with her.”

You sighed. “Yeah… but there is this rookie footballer I matched with on Bumble, she plays for…” You continued to tell Alexia about the other girls you were talking to but she just didn’t give a fuck.

She didn’t wanna know anything about the other girls you were seeing while she’s been into you for so long.

"Anyway, can you help me pick photos from my weekend trip with Emma? She's so great at taking photos that I feel like I have to make two separate posts on instagram just to include all of my hot photos." You said before giving your phone to Alexia. "Just swipe through them and heart all the photos you like."

As soon as she grabbed your phone, she felt her body heat up. The first photo of you was you in front of the pool with your arms up, laughing gleefully. You were wearing the tiniest bikini with a bra top just big enough to cover your nipples and that incredibly skimpy underwear.

All Alexia could think about was pushing them to the side and fucking you hard with her fingers.

Alexia blinked. "You're so...." She couldn't find the words. "Naked?"

You laughed at the older woman’s reaction. "That's all you could say?"

Alexia ignored you, completely fixated by the photos of you. Alexia liked the first photo and proceeded to swipe. The second photo was you with your back turned, exposing your ass. Alexia could feel her mouth salivate as the dirtiest thoughts entered her mind. She kept scrolling, admiring every curve and crevice of your body. She loved the way your boobs spilled over your bra and the way your thong rode up your ass and accentuated your perfect hips. She loved your collarbones but she loved the thought of marking them with her mouth more.

She was practically liking every photo, unable to think objectively of what works on Instagram or whatever. She loved seeing you this exposed.

"You never dress like this usually." Alexia commented, still going back and forth with your photos. She was pretending to be analytical with your photos but her mind was just filled with obscenities.

You huffed. “You only see me in a kit or here at home when I dress like a slob. You don’t know what I dress like.”

Alexia furrowed her eyebrows. “I’ve seen you get dressed up for dates. You’re not usually so…” She shook her head. “Whatever. I never would have imagined you’d like wearing something so tiny.”

Alexia had to swallow as her mouth had been watering at the sight of your photos. You chuckled, oblivious to your roommate's reaction. "Well, you would know that I actually do love tiny swimwear if only you went swimming with us more.”

Alexia took a mental note to say yes to every opportunity to see you in a skimpy bikini. "Still, you never post stuff like this. You only ever post game photos or food photos. This is just out of character for you.” She added on. "You must be posting to impress someone, huh?"

You furrowed your eyebrows and rolled your eyes at her. "I feel like I’m just more grown now. Like, grown enough to post more skin.” You explained. “Besides, can’t I post for myself?”

Wish you would post for me, Alexia thought.

You looked over at Alexia who was still looking through your photos. "God, what's taking you so long? Mesmerized by my tits?"

"You're so cocky." It was all Alexia could say as she blushed. She felt like it was so wrong to be thirsting over her younger roommate like this but she couldn’t help it. You were exactly what she wanted.

You chuckled. "I told you. Emma took really good photos of me! I know I look hot in those."

You looked through the photos Alexia liked and realized the only photos of you she didn't like were the ones where you were covered up. You stifled a chuckle. "Okay, I guess I should post these immediately since it would be so selfish of me to deprive the world of these photos any longer."

"So arrogant." Alexia scoffed under her breath but unbeknownst to you, it turned her on. She loved it when you got all confident. It made her want to praise you and degrade you at the same time. "I'm going back to my room to review some things for some brand deal. Text me if you wanna order food or cook for dinner later."

You absentmindedly nodded as you typed up the perfect Instagram caption and chose the perfect thirst-trap song to go with the Instagram post.

Alexia headed back in her room and immediately pulled out her iPad, refreshing her Instagram feed incessantly. "C'mon, c'mon..." She muttered under her breath. "Just post already."

Finally, your post popped up.

Alexia felt like she couldn't breathe as she was finally able to get a better look at them through the bigger screen. She was finally free to zoom in to your perfectly shaped tits without worrying you'd see. She bit her lip.

It was almost a built-in instinct or bodily response to her the way she immediately positioned herself in front of her iPad; she wasted no time. She propped the device on her bed, blasted a song loud enough to mask her noise, swiftly took off her bottoms, and eventually, guided her hands to feel her own slick with her fingers. She was soaked already just from seeing you.

"Fuck," She muttered as she began rubbing herself, looking at the photo of you on her device. She wished she could have a gigantic TV screen just so she could see more of you at a bigger scale. She wanted to be overwhelmed by the sight of you — to be consumed by your beauty.

She rubbed her clit in circles as she kept her eyes glued on the screen. She cursed again. She thought about your tits. She wondered how they'd feel in her hands. She wanted to feel the softness against her rough and imposing hands; she wanted to know if that kind of touch would make you whimper. She wondered what colors your nipples were and how they'd look and feel... and taste. She so badly wanted to push her tongue against them.

Her legs shivered as she imagined taking your breast in her mouth, sucking on it mercilessly as you moaned under her.

In reality, Alexia was alone in the darkness of her room — her tanned skin illuminated by the sole source of light from her device that blasted music to mask her grunts and the obscene sounds of her wetness.

But in her imagination, Alexia was in your room on top of you, sucking on your breasts as she positioned her knee against your core. In her imagination, you loved to beg and whine. So there you were, underneath her, squirming as she sucked on your nipple and used her hands to play with the other one. She just could tell you were the sensitive type and the idea of you almost teary-eyed due to sheer pleasure caused by her made her even wetter.

She opened her eyes once again to catch a glimpse of you in that one photo where you had a serious face as you slightly bent over. She groaned as she caught sight once again of the flesh of your boobs pressing against the fabric of your bikini. "Fucking whore." It escaped her mouth in a grunt.

In her imagination, you were dressed in the same skimpy bikini. She had your bra cups pushed to the side to grant her easy access to lick all over your boobs, leaving the occasional mark whenever she desired.

"Please, Alexia." She could practically hear your voice say it. "Fuck me now."

Alexia plunged her fingers into her cunt, causing her to grunt loudly as she pumped in and out of herself as mercilessly as she would have with you.

She was fixated on the thought of her fingers thrusting so hard in and out of you that your tits jiggled with every thrust. Alexia somehow felt you were the type to moan loudly, grab your own tits, and beg to fuck her deeper.

"Alexia! Fuck me!"

"You want me so bad, huh? You fucking slut?" She groaned under her breath, almost breathless and winded from how rough she was fucking herself. "I'll fuck you so hard, you'd go stupid."

"Alexia, harder! Please!" The imaginary voice in her brain told her. It felt so realistic

"Yeah?" She called out your name, almost in the form of an animalistic grunt. "You fucking want it harder? You a fucking slut for me?"

She increased the speed of her thrusting, causing her to moan loudly in succession. "Fuck," She said, followed by calling out your name. "Tell me who you belong to."

She pumped in and out of herself, causing her to convulse in the building pressure inside her. Her eyes were shut close but the photo of you in your bikini was permanently burned inside her mind.

"I belong to you!" Her imagination called out.

"Say my name then." She groaned.

"Alexia," It sounded so soft and gentle.

"Louder." She growled as she imagined that it was your pussy she was roughly thrusting into. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she felt herself approaching orgasm. “Say it.”

"Alexia?!" It was practically an exclamation. It felt so real that your voice echoed in her ears.

As Alexia opened her eyes, she was met by the sight of you standing at the door of her room with a shocked face. Almost immediately after, Alexia moaned out loud as her orgasm arrived.

It took half a second for her to realize that she wasn't imagining it anymore. You were there, standing and watching her fuck herself while her obnoxiously larged iPad displayed a photo of you.

"Oh shit." She was in trouble.

a/n: not proofread. part 2 anyone? (also thank u for ur requests!)

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🦦 james sucking your tit while your sleeping because yes ALSO CONGRATS ON 800

Nsfw. Not proofread, m’sorry.  And it’s just kinda all over the place. Hope you like it enough though.

Word Count: 656

James tightened his hold on you as panic surged through him. Dancing between consciousness and treacherous sleep that threatened to drag him deeper into the terrifying depths of his mind where his worst fears swam, circling his consciousness, stalking him like predators did their prey.

He let out a pathetic whimper as terror swept through him at the thoughts of the impending war swirling through his mind. The idea of losing you, of Sirius or Remus. Or Godric forbid you had him pulling you closer to his chest. As more panic flooded his head he could feel himself slipping, into what? He didn’t know and he thought it better not to find out. 

Scrambling to the surface of his cognizance to evade the dark thoughts that snapped at his ankles as he trod water, the surface of his consciousness shimmering mockingly with the promise of safety that resided in the room, in your arms.

It was like taking a breath of air after years of living underwater as he was torn back to reality, to the room that spun around him, his head throbbing as the fear that brewed inside him still thrummed through his veins.

It took him a moment, but once he realized that the pressure he was feeling was your body pressed against him he let out a sigh of relief. Gazing down at you allowed him to begin to tether himself to the room, he smiled at how ethereal you looked with the thin slivers of moonlight washing over your face. But no matter how close he snuggled into you it wasn’t enough, he needed more.

Shifting the two of you so that his head rested in the crook of your arm he was able to inch down the silky material of your night shift that you paired with some of his sweat pants, allowing your tit to release from the restrictive material.

The sight of your bare breast brought him more comfort than he ever would’ve thought, he brought a hand up to run his finger around your areola, watching as the skin pebbled beneath his touch. Once it was hard to his satisfaction he leaned in towards you, latching his mouth onto your nipple so that he could suck gently at the skin. 

Simply having his mouth on your nipple began to calm the dark haired boy down, sucking on it with a little more fervor James felt his eyes begin to flutter closed, it was so dark in the room it was too difficult to differentiate between the view eyes open and eyes closed. 

Letting out a content hum James felt the tendrils of panic dissipating from his spine, being replaced by the comfort of your hand as it found his bareback,

“Hey baby,” You murmured sleepily, the hand not on his back running its fingers through his hair, “Whatcha doing up?”

Regretfully he pulled away from your nipple to answer you, replacing his mouth with his fingers which held the wet, hardened bud between his thumb and index finger, rolling it slightly. 

“Bad dream,” He replied simply, quickly moving his head to return your nipple into his mouth.

“I’m sorry baby,” You frowned down at him, wishing you could take away all of his pain, “And sucking on Mommy’s nipples helps with that?”

He hummed affirmatively around your skin, and though usually, the sight of him drolling over your tit would make you gushing, in your sleepy, sedated state all you could think about was how pure and gorgeous he looked.

You were silent for a moment, your focus trained on him, “You think you can go back to sleep pretty boy?”

His response came with a silent shrug of his shoulders as he continued to lazily suck your nipple. 

“Well try to get some sleep my darling,” You brought his hand to your mouth to kiss the center of his palm, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

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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+

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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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LMFAO

y/n: castaways we are castaways-

tony: can you stop we are literally at sharons funeral

y/n:

tony:

y/n: passedaways she has passedaway-

WHY THE LAST SENTENCE WHYY

somewhere i can’t follow

pairing/s; ron weasley x gn!reader

warning/s; mentions of death and blood

word count; -1k

summary; war does not discriminate.

a/n; wow this hurts,, there was a literal discernable pain in my chest as i wrote this no i didn’t cry haha who said that. anw this was just to force the writer’s block out of my head so yeah

“hey, hey, look at me, [y/n]. look at me.”

ron was trying his hardest not to cry, hands shaking as they brushed your hair away from your face. his own body was tense as he cradled you, but held you still with an exact amount of tenderness.

evidence of war was littered all over your body, debris from the fallen wall left a nasty gash along the side of your face, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. still, you reached out with whatever you had left in you to take his hand, ignoring the sharp pain in your ribs from where you were profusely bleeding out.

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Caught, Pantsless

Pairings: Chris Evans x Downey!Reader 

Warnings: explicit, slight smut at the beginning, swearing 

Summary: Y/n and Chris are caught having sex, by Anthony, the worst person to keep it quiet, especially on the press tour with her father. part of the evans’ series.

“We have to be quick.” Chris mumbled against her lips, her back pressed against the wall as he worked on the button of her pants.

“Romantic.” She said sarcastically.

But they did have to be quick, they were currently on the relentless press tour for Endgame and finding time to be intimate with each other was very rare, it was becoming too much for them, like a pair of horny teenagers.  

Y/n was walking out of their hotel room when she was grabbed and shoved against the wall, now here we are, forgetting in the heat of the moment that the door had been left ajar.  

Chucking her shirt off to the side Chris didn’t hesitate to dip his head and place kisses in between the valley of her breasts, a small moan escaping only spurring Chris further.

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CUTE AS A FUCKIN' BUTTON MASTERLIST

18+

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 11

Part 12

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steve gets protective during a meeting