Crybaby

Crybaby

Summary: Reader cries because of lack of attention and Draco finally gives in to comfort her.

Warnings: Smut. Draco is just big and strong lol. Innocence & hand kink. Fingering. Dom!Draco. Crybaby!Reader. This is super short and a little rushed, srry :(

a/n: hi i am back after 20 days, i got some of the inspiration to write this after listening to crybaby, so everyone go steam it. enjoy :p

NAVIGATION

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There was that pout, and your fists— curled— and eyes teary, and your throat dry.

It had to have been an infinite amount of times you’d called for him, but he’d shake his head, swipe his eyes over you for a mere moment, and return to whatever activities he was doing.

Now there was that cry caught in your mouth— and you were pressing your lips together into that hard flat line to contain your sobs— but they fell through your efforts— and that immediately got his attention.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He sounded worried, but it felt like a joke to you, you didn’t look back at him or answer him as he stood up from his seat and went to grab you.

You hated being a crybaby, but in all honesty, you were right to be in this position right now. He’d payed no mind to you, shoved you aside, all until you were crying, and wiping away your tears yourself, despite his being present.

“Love. Love. I’m here, can y’look at me?” His voice was gentle— apologetic— as he bent down, settled his legs on the couch, and sat you up to straddle him.

Draco’s hand rested behind your head, patting you softly and pulling you into his chest, kissing your forearms, and whispering into your skin. “Darling, m’sorry, I swear I was just joking”

Your sobs didn’t falter as you spoke softly, “Am I annoying you?” You said, still covering your face.

“No! Not at all, I was playing around, I’m so sorry for ignoring my love.”

His hand put away yours from your face, intently staring at you, and giving you a warm smile. Draco wiped away your tears using his sleeves, guilt bubbling in him as he cleaned the tears he’d formed, “I’m sorry” He repeated, resting his head against yours, “Can you please forgive me? I’ll do anything”

You giggled lightly, and nodded, “I forgive you”

“Good girl. Now, what do you want?”

You sniffled, fumbling with his tie nervously, “I jus’ needed you— to take care of me however”

From the stuttering syllables, and shy behaviours, he picked up where you exactly needed him.

He chuckled into your hair, giving both your eyelids a kiss as his big hands held your waist and he picked you up with ease.

You aligned your lips with his, and his kissed him ravenously as he stalked towards his bed and put you down on it. His lips were like clouds that felt like they’d been danced on by angels.

Draco pressed his tongue inside you, swiping it over yours, and teasing your lips with his teeth, and then as you just got indulged in it. He pulled away and left you wanting again.

At your expression, he laughed and gave you back a small peck.

His hands pulled up his your hoodie to reveal your soft tummy and your navy blue underwear.

“Pretty” he muttered, and he rested his soft lips on your neck, and ran a finger through the outline of your slit, gently tracing your folds and feeling the slight dampness of it.

“Is this what you need taken care of?” Draco said, cupping your cunt, and staring into your wide eyes.

“Y—yeah” You meekly said as he smirked and part your legs further.

His heavy hand rubbed you over your panties, putting pressure on your clit and he made circles around it. Your gasps going up as his movements got more and more intense.

You fingers went up to grab his silver strands of hair. Pulling at them as he pulled your knickers down your legs, and threw them on the floor. Staring at your pussy hungrily.

Your cheeks burned in shame. He bent down to give your core a little kiss— inhaling your scent as he did so— and then coming back up to your face.

“Draco” You softly gasped as he pulled apart your lips with his fingers, and revealed the pretty flesh.

He shut you up with his lips, kissing you hard as his hand worked over your pussy to give you the best orgasm possible.

As he were kissing you, you felt his hand slip between the two of you, and pulled away from him to look down and there you found his pulling off his silver rings— very much to your dismay.

He stared at you confusingly as you quickly reached down and removed his hands from one another.

“What—?” He asked, pinching his brows.

“I want you too keep them on. Please?”

Fuck. He’d sell his entire estate, his soul, if you ever asked him like that— or in any other way really. He was as dedicated as an angel was to be.

“Right, of course I will”

Then without any wait, or hesitancy, his fingers shoved inside, and immediately curled to find that euphoric spot.

You squealed, and creamed around his fingers as they scissored inside of you, opening you up for when he’d give you the bigger reward.

His held your hips in place as he started to thrust his digit faster. Those rings which you’d asked him too keep provided that extra pleasure which you’d expected.

They were cool around your entrance and inside of you, burning through you, as he expertly worked his hand.

As his thumb fell over your clit, your thighs jolted, and your hand went down to grab his.

Tears brimmed your eyes again, and they filled the path of the previously dried up tears.

Draco looked down at you so so lovingly, that the black avid iris of his eyes might as well have been painted with with outlines of hearts. He had literal heart eyes sparking in him for you.

“Why are you still crying baby?” He smiled, increasing the pace of his hand. “I’m giving you attention now, aren’t I?”

“Just, fe—feel— too goood” You whimpered, curling your hands around his tie, and bucking your hips into his hand.

The coil in your belly spread warmer, and your thighs shook hard around his arms, by that, he knew that you were close to your much needed orgasm.

His fingers pumped into your pussy more, and he used his other hand to rub circles on that sensitive cluster of nerves, when his lips crashed on yours— you only saw and felt cosmos.

Crying out against his mouth, you reached your climax and came on his fingers hard. Riding his palm as you reached the end. Panting and trying to catch your breath as he stared at you mesmerized.

“Atta girl” He praised, pulling his fingers out from your cunt and putting them into his mouth. Groaning at the sweet taste of you as you shyly smiled up at him.

“M’sorry— for crying”

“S’okay, I love my crybaby”

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— bucky barnes x tony’s adopted daughter! reader

summary || when you ask Bucky to help you with your research, you don’t expect things to escalate so quickly.

warnings || dom!bucky. dom/sub dynamics. unprotected sex. competence kink. daddy kink. breeding kink. pussy slapping. creampie. choking (hand + arm). corruption kink. voyeurism. exhibitionism. filthy bucky. dirty talk. fingering. dacryphilia. petnames (princess). age gap. lots of sexual tension. horny thots. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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“Can I talk to you?” You said it faster than you had initially planned and you closed your eyes in disappointment. Your hands were clammy and you were anxiously tapping your foot on the floor but the expensive carpet was gladly soaking up the noise.

You had practiced this entire conversation in your head at least three times while standing in front of the mirror. And you had expected yourself to do much better than whatever you were doing right now.

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Obsessed

Summary: Head canon of Draco having a tit kink.

Warnings: Smut. Tit kink, titty fucking, nipple play, tit sucking, just tits.

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Draco with a tit kink:->

Draco Malfoy is a tit guy, always has and always will be, even though he loves every part of you equally, boobs come first.

He loves the feel of them in his hands, soft and smooth. How they fit perfectly in his hands.

Sometimes you would have your back turned and he'd come behind you and just give them a rough squeeze.

They're almost like his stress ball, you would often find his hand tucked beneath your shirt, massaging and kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples inbetween his fingers.

Him randomly pulling your shirt up and your bra down to suck on your tits.

He loves seeing them painted with dark blue and purple hues, that he made and his hand print on them from slapping your breasts.

The way he would accompany each one of his sucks and licks with the thrust of his hips.

Let's be honest, he has ruined almost every one your bras, just because he was too impatient to unclasp it.

Nothing is more satisfactory than seeing them fall out of their restraints.

But he is thankful for the fact that you don't wear bras at night, so he can just play with them anytime he wants during the night.

Uses your boobs as a pillow.

No matter the position he will always play with them.

Missionary: Just bend down and suck on your nipples and bite the soft skin of your tender breasts. Squeezing them and also slapping them as he pounds your pussy.

Cowgirl: Fucking loves to see them bounce up and down as you ride him. Fucking your tits with his mouth and hands.

Doggy style: Will use your boobs as support and knead them as he would slam his cock into you from behind.

Also is addicted to seeing his cum spread over them.

"Where does my baby, want my cum?" He said as his thrusts became sloppy inside of you, "On my tits, daddy" you reply. Draco let out a loud moan, instantly pulling out, stroking his cock hard and fast and spilling his cum all over your chest.

Or him face fucking you.

"Fucking, cock slut. Sucking me off so well" Draco groaned as the bobbing of your head got faster, flicking your wrist and hollowing your cheeks more. "Want me paint your tits with my cum?" Draco panted as he thrust his hips into your mouth. Pulling your mouth off him, ropes of hot thick cum would land on them. His cum dripping down from your boobs to your stomach.

He just can't go by more than a week without fucking them.

To him nothing his better than the feel of your beautiful tender breasts squeezing his cock.

"Yes, that's it. Atta girl. Keep doing that. Keep fucking my cock on your chest"

The tip of his cock constantly hitting your chin as he bucked his hips, fucking his cock in the space between your boobs as you held them together with your hands, looking up at him with doe-eyes. "Fuck, gonna cum all over your pretty little tits"

In conclusion, Draco Malfoy is obsessed with your tits.

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You have a bad habit of running your mouth when you're tipsy. Luckily, your best friend is always prepared to help you out of any trouble that big mouth of yours gets you in.

Content Warning: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader, mature themes, angst, protective!bucky, violence, blood and injury, minor character death, idiots in love, fluff

When you first got to the boat party three hours ago, you didn't think this was how your night would end. On your knees, maybe- but definitely not tied up and held hostage.

"You just had to run your mouth," Bree mutters bitterly from beside you as the both of you shuffle uncomfortably. The wooden pier beneath your knees is rough and hard, and you'll definitely have bruises in the morning - if you survive that long, that is.

"It's fine, Bree, these pricks are all talk," You assure her as you glare at the men who have their backs to you. "I just need to get my phone so I can call Buck."

"Good luck with that," She whispers sarcastically, shaking her head. "We literally have our hands tied behind our backs."

Bucky has taught you better than to get yourself in such deep trouble. However, he's also taught you not to take shit from anyone. Yeah, he'll be angry that you're in this mess, but he'd be even more disappointed if you let those small-dicked bastards get away with touching you.

"I assumed they were lowlife pervs," You mutter. "I didn't know they had ties to the fuckin' Yakuza."

One of the men turn around; the one who sexually harassed you during the boat party in the first place. Martin Juna. His eye is slowly bruising and there are remnants of dried blood under his nose from when you punched him, filling you with pride.

"Have you made your decision, yet?" He asks you with a raised brow, each of his steps clicking against the wood.

"I already gave you my answer," You say curtly, glaring up at him.

"Neither was not an option," Juna spits. "It's simple, little bitch. Apologize, or die."

Sure, it's simple, and sure, it seems obvious which is the more attractive choice - but you're as equally afraid of dying as you are of losing your dignity. You did what you did because he dared to disrespect you; you can't and won't go back on that.

"We're sorry!" Bree cries, thrashing against the rope. "Just please, let us go!"

"I don't wanna hear it from you!" He yells at her before pointing at you. "I need to hear it from this bitch."

"Y/N, please," She begs you, tears filling her eyes. "I don't want to die."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Stuck between a rock and hard place, you panic. "Do you know Bucky Barnes?"

Martin's eyebrows raise with interest. "What the fuck does he have to do with this, huh?"

You do your best to think logically. If you tell him Bucky's your best friend, there's no way he'll call him. You need to be smart about this.

"Did he put you up to this?" You ask, trying to look and sound scared. Bree frowns at you with confusion, but you give her a pointed look which keeps her quiet.

"What are you talking about?" Martin questions you, his eyes narrowing.

"I stole from him. Drugs," You claim, hoping you sound believable. "He's been trying to track me down for weeks; did he tell you to do this?"

A smirk slowly spills out over Martin's lips. "Is that so?"

The seed has been planted. He walks back over to his associates and engages in muffled conversation with them. You can't hear every word, but you can guess what they're saying. In order to get in Bucky's good books, they're going to call him and tell him they've caught his thief for him, playing right into your hand.

Martin returns with a smug look on his face as he takes out his phone. "Here's what gonna happen, you little bitch. Seeing as you won't apologize, I'll let Barnes take care of you."

"No! Please, don't. Anything but that!" You yell, feigning fear while Bree purses her Iips to hold back her smile.

"I'll take great pleasure in seeing what he does with you," He sneers, tapping the screen a few times before lifting the phone up to his ear.

Meanwhile, Bucky Barnes is sitting in a bar and talking to a beautiful woman, enjoying her flirtatious charm. He isn't planning on taking her home, but there's nothing wrong with having a little fun. When his phone rings, he glances at the screen with annoyance.

Juna? What the fuck does he want at 2am?

"Anyone important?" The woman asks him with a smirk as she places her hand on his upper thigh.

He gets an odd feeling in his gut. Something tells him to pick up - and in his line of work, instinct can't be ignored. Mumbling a half-assed apology to the woman, he stands up before picking up the call.

"Hello?"

"Barnes, I'm sorry to bother you so late at night," Martin greets him, sounding oddly joyous. "But I think you'll find this isn't a bother at all. In fact, you'll be glad I called."

"Get to the point, Juna," Bucky tells him curtly.

"I've got a present for you," Martin sings teasingly. "Someone who stole from you. Someone you've been searching for."

Bucky is now absolutely baffled. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Does the name Y/N ring a bell?" He asks, making Bucky's heart skip a beat. "She told me all about how you've been hunting her down. Well, she made the mistake of crossing me tonight, and I've got her all tied up for you."

"Tied up?" Bucky repeats lowly, his blood running cold.

"That's right. A pretty little present for you," Martin says with a dark chuckle. "We're at the North Pier. You can thank me later."

Ten minutes later, Bucky exits his car at the pier with Sam and Torres behind him. You don't need to turn around to know it's him; you recognized the sound of his car's engine.

"Here he is," Martin announces with a smarmy grin, crouching down in front of you and grabbing your chin in his calloused hand. "I bet you're wishing you had just let me fuck you earlier, hmm? This is what being an uptight cunt gets you."

Bucky storms down the pier, the sight of your wrists tightly bound in rope while you're on your knees sending his anger into overdrive. In all the years he's known you, nobody has ever treated you this roughly. Sure, you know how to piss people off and you've even been targeted by Bucky's enemies before, but none of them have ever gotten this far.

Martin looks up at him with a stupidly wide grin, expecting to get some gratitude. Instead, he's served with a clean uppercut to his jaw, knocking him onto his back as he cries out. Immediately, his men rush forward, but Sam and Torres take care of them.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" Bucky asks Martin, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up to his knees. "Playing fuckin' games with me?"

"Wha- what are you talking about?" Martin asks, wheezing. "She stole from you."

Confused, Bucky looks back at you, silently requesting elaboration.

"He got pissed off because I didn't wanna fuck him," You explain dryly. "It's not my fault he can't handle rejection. Coming up with that story was the only way to get to you."

"Story?" Martin repeats with narrow eyes. "What do you-"

Bucky cuts him off with another punch, before kicking him down. He then turns back to you and says, "How do you get yourself into these messes, huh?"

"He touched me, Buck!" You say, frowning up at him. "Groped me while his pervert friends watched. What do you expect me to do; just stand there and take it?"

Fueled by his rage, Bucky serves Martin with a few more punches, not stopping even when he hears his jaw bone crunch.

"I didn't know!" Martin cries. "I didn't know she was your girl, Barnes, I swear!"

But it's too late for Martin to plead his innocence. The image of him touching you is ingrained on Bucky's mind and it's all he can think of, driving him to keep slamming his fists into Martin's face. Martin gets a few punches in but his fighting is futile; he's too weak from the pain to do any real damage at this point.

When he's close to blacking out, you call out to Bucky, "Alright, alright. You've made your point; he's almost fuckin' dead."

Meeting your eyes, Bucky looks at you with a darkness you've only ever seen once before on his face; the day his mother was killed. His eyes are cold and unforgiving, his voice low and merciless. "Almost isn't good enough," Bucky utters before placing his hands on either side of Martin's head and breaking his neck. The short silence that follows is cut off by Bree who cries out in fear before recoiling, hiding her face in her shoulder.

You let out a shaky breath, jumping slightly when Martin's body hits the ground with a thud, causing the wood beneath you to shake. Your eyes remain on Bucky who cracks his knuckles before moving over to Bree. He begins to untie the ropes around her wrist while she breathes in deeply, doing her best to keep her eyes off of the corpse less than three feet away.

"I've told you countless times before what to do in these situations, fairy," Bucky mutters, shaking his head. "You don't get involved. You don't talk back. You call me, and I kill them."

Bree bites down on her lip, terrified of the man who's currently freeing her. The second the ropes are off her, she stands up and is led away by Sam and Torres who take her to the car.

Bucky then moves on to you, crouching down behind you and tugging on your restraints. "Maybe I oughta keep you tied up like this," He contemplates. "God knows you'd cause me a lot less stress that way."

"Buck," You whine, moving your wrists with aggravation. "Please."

Wordlessly, he gets on with untying you, filling you with relief when you're finally free. He helps you up to your feet and places his hands on your cheeks before pulling you closer. "You okay?" He asks softly, his concern-filled eyes scanning your face.

You nod in response, stretching your arms.

"You know what it does to me when you get yourself in trouble, fairy," Bucky says gravely. "Don't you ever fuckin' scare me like that again. If anything happened to you... you know I'd die."

"I know," You whisper, tugging on his jacket. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Just promise me this won't happen again," He orders you lowly. "Promise me that the next time a prick like him tries anything with you, you won't get involved. You'll call me straight away, no matter what."

"I promise," You vow, blinking up at him. "Thank you for saving us."

"Being friends means you don't ever need to apologize or say thank you," Bucky says. "Now, tell me you love me."

"Love you, Buck," You tell him with a small smile, looking down.

He tightly grips your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. "Say it properly, fairy," He demands curtly.

"I love you," You repeat, wrapping your arms around his waist. "So, so much."

"That's my good girl," Bucky mumbles before giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, and then your cheek. "My stupid girl."

"Hey!"

"One day," He utters with a glare. "Just give me one day when I don't have to lose my mind over you."

"How about tomorrow?" You ask innocently, smiling up at him. "You can take me to that fancy spa. We can get our hair done."

Bucky lets out a sigh, before lightly tapping your cheek. "You're lucky I love you."

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An Unexpected Distraction (Fluff?)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

You sat in class trying desperately to focus on the lesson being taught. You bit your lip in false concentration attempting to listen to the words your professor spoke.

The History of Hogwarts... founded in...

Though you could hear what Professor Binns said, his words went in one ear and out the other. You simply couldn’t focus.

And the blonde behind you was the culprit of your distress. You could feel his eyes burning at the back of your head as they so often did. This had become a recent predicament that was becoming a strong distraction.

When he was around you couldn't think, you could barely even breathe with his gaze following your every move.

Your stomach twisted and heart leapt when you felt a finger tap at your shoulder and a breathy voice at your ear. “Hey, let me borrow a quill would you?”

With a nod you reached in your bag and handed him a quill, not missing when he brushed his fingers against yours. The action lasting far to long to be an accident.

“Thanks, doll.” He said, his hot breath fanning once more against your ear.

You could almost see his lips tilting up into a cocky smirk, the idea making your cheeks flare a deep shade of red.

His chuckle behind you only worsened your current state. Professor Binns seemed to notice your distress and voiced out his worries.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked in a tired, monotone voice. Though his eyes held a genuine concern.

You felt only further embarrassed and wished for the ground to open and swallow you whole. “Yes sir.” You said quietly, sinking down in your chair and devoting your utter most attention to the blotch of ink on your paper.

Draco only laughed further, his foot coming up to rest at the leg of your chair. You sighed shakily and glanced at the clock.

Ten minutes left, ten minutes that would feel like an eternity.