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fayes-fics · 18 days ago

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The Ballad of Blunt Pencil & Pizza Wheel

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Comedy texting fic. Childhood frenemies moving in together is a great idea. Isn't it?

Warnings: None really. Swearing, references to sex, masturbation, dirty talk and spanking. Frenemies to lovers. Comedy. A fuckton of sass. Bridgerton family shenanigans.

Word Count: 3.9k tricky with text fics ngl

Author's Note: Request fill for Anon (who wanted Ben and reader to have been secretly in love with each other and get together after she has a breakup). It might be slightly unusual, but it’s what the muse insisted on as a response. Thanks to the ever-patient @colettebronte, who willingly reads my silliness, including a partial version of this nonsense. Enjoy! <3

BB: *Fraggle Rock theme tune*

Y/N: Why don't you just say hello like a normal person? Y/N: *Insert sighing emoji here* (I can't be arsed to find it)

BB: Excuse me, this is actually a very supportive message BB: I heard from El you got dumped

Y/N: And how does an 80s kids' show theme song help me with that??

BB: Have you paid attention to the opening line??

Y/N: No…? Y/N: Too busy enjoying the rocking guitar tbh

BB: Fair BB: 🎶Dance your cares away, worries for another day🎶 BB: See?? supportive

Y/N: You are so weird Y/N: And also oddly accurate. He was a total muppet

BB: It’s taken you 30 years to figure that out?? BB: Sorry to hear it

Y/N: No, just… appreciating it. Well, you Y/N: Thank you, by the way

BB: 🫶😀

—

3 weeks later

Y/N: What is the capital of Burundi? Pub quiz is getting fractious

BB: Why don't you cheat like every other team and just use Google? BB: Why bother old friends?

Y/N: Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Charisma, I didn't realise your Tuesday night was so busy

BB: Friends don't leave friends who love pub quizzes out of their pub quiz teams 😛

Y/N: You're cute when you sulk Y/N: So… the answer?

BB: I’m not Jeeves BB: Look it up yourself

Y/N: Wow, you really are such a blunt pencil

BB: ??

Y/N: Pointless

BB: Alright, pizza wheel

Y/N: ??

BB: All edge, no point

Y/N: *has left the conversation*

BB: Typing it doesn't make it happen

Y/N: *HAS LEFT THE CONVERSATION*

BB: Neither does yelling it pizza wheel

Y/N: Don't make me call you pencil boy…

—

5 weeks later

Y/N: Pencil boy, it happened again

BB: Yeah… definitely don't like that BB: What did?

Y/N: Send TV theme…

BB: *Fraggle rock theme intensifies*

Y/N: Thank you

BB: No problems BB: Sorry to hear it

Y/N: Me too. Really thought this one would stick Y/N: He even liked my Cabbage Patch kids

BB: You still have that shit?! BB: They are low-key terrifying

Y/N: He did turn them all around when we had sex though 🤔

BB: Got his number?

Y/N: Why??

BB: Sort of agree with him on that. Might want to be his friend, not yours

Y/N: Shut up, Pencil Boy

BB: Pizza Wheel BB: We have to stop flirting like this 👀

Y/N: Pffft Y/N: This isn’t flirting

BB: Isn’t it?

Y/N: Are your clothes still on?

BB: Well, yeah…

Y/N: Then it’s not my style of flirting

BB: Bit slutty (supportive)

Y/N: The brackets saved you there, Pencil Boy

BB: Well aware BB: You’ll be okay. There’s someone better out there for you BB: Someone who appreciates Cabbage Patch kids

Y/N: THANK YOU. Was that so hard?

—

4 days later

Y/N: Can I call you?

BB: Yes of course BB: What’s wrong?

Y/N: Best explained over the phone

BB: Okay. I’m here BB: Whatever you need

2 hours later

Y/N: Thank you friend Y/N: Just… thank you

BB: Anytime 🧡 BB: I meant what I said BB: If you need it, it’s yours

Y/N: You are a great and wonderful friend Y/N: I may well do so 🧡

BB: You are always welcome here. For as long as you need

Y/N: 🫂😘

—

1 day later

CB: You invited Y/N to move in with you?!?!

AB: 😳 Surely not?!?! AB: He can only have one colossally bad idea a week and that hoodie was a choice

BB: Good evening to you too brothers BB: Hope you’re well BB: I'm fine, thanks. You?

CB: Yeah yeah whatever CB: I don't see a denial here

BB: 🤷

AB: You fucking idiot

BB: Why? I’m trying to help a friend here BB: I thought it was a nice thing to do?

CB: It is

AB: Usually

CB: There’s just one problem

AB: You are completely in love with her and have been since you were 5

BB: Pffft BB: Please…

CB: That’s your denial?? CB: Even I could do a more convincing job than that

BB: Pen would suggest otherwise…

AB: Don’t fling mud to distract AB: We are talking about your stupidity atm, not his

CB: Oi

AB: Don’t even

BB: Listen… she just got dumped for the 100th time BB: Her flatmate is moving out cos they lost their job BB: She can’t afford the rent on her own or a place by herself at the moment cos she’s still burdened with debt resettlement from her criminal asshat ex from 2 years ago BB: She needs to be in London for her job and her parents have moved to Wales BB: What would you have done?

CB: Tell her to move in with El? CB: Or literally any of her other friends?!

BB: Well I have a spare room…

AB: So does El

BB:

AB: Memes? Really?

CB: You’re just jealous cos you can’t figure out text attachments

AB: Shut up

CB: Kate thinks it’s hilarious

AB: Leave my wife out of this

*BB has left the group*

*AB added BB back into the group*

AB: You don’t get to quit being our brother

BB: Shame

3 minutes later

CB: Wait… What did you mean about Pen?

AB: How can you be this stupid? I paid for you to go to Eton…

*BB has left the group*

AB: Can’t fault him this time tbh

*AB has left the group*

CB: Rude…

—

1 week later

EB: I have a spare room y'know

Y/N: I’m aware

EB: So why subject yourself to Ben?

Y/N: You are all so horrible about each other

EB: And you love to watch it

Y/N: 🤷‍♀️�� Y/N: Anyway, I’m here now Y/N: He bought new bedding for me 🥹 Y/N: I didn’t have the heart to tell him I already have 4 sets

EB: I know he’s my brother and thus deserving of shit. But don’t torture him too much

Y/N: What the fuck are you talking about?

EB: I suspect he has a leeedle crush on you tbh

Y/N: Pffft Y/N: No he doesn’t Y/N: All we do is call each other names and snark Y/N: It’s been that way since 1994. I don’t see it changing anytime soon

EB: It’s like she’s never read Shakespeare

Y/N: That’s BenedicK, not BenedicT

EB: Funny how you knew exactly what play I was referring to, Beatrice

5 seconds later

Y/N: Gen… Is Ben into me?!

GD: What’s brought this on?

Y/N: Answer the question!

GD: Why are you asking me if my ex likes you?

Y/N: Please… You fucked like twice 3 years ago and are still friends Y/N: Don’t pretend there is any trauma here Y/N: I’d really like to know, seeing as I’ve just moved in with him

GD: You fucking did WHAT?! GD: Why?!

Y/N: I needed a new place Y/N: He was the first to offer

GD: What kind of rash reason is that?! GD: I have a spare room GD: El has a spare room GD: Dave and the gambling debts in your name weren’t bad enough…? GD: It’s like you’re actively trying to live in a Greek tragedy, I swear

Y/N: Don’t invoke that shit’s name

GD: Sorry GD: But really…

Y/N: So you’re saying he’s into me

GD: For an intelligent woman, you know fuck all GD: Even about yourself

Y/N: Why are all my friends so rude to me?!

GD: Bitch please. You are so in love with him

Y/N: I’m not

GD: Yes you are GD: He’s always the first person you text when you have a breakup

Y/N: Yeah… cos he’s the only one of my friends who ISN'T RUDE TO ME

GD: OR you always want him to be the first to know you’re single again

Y/N: Not sure I want to be your friend anymore

GD: Fine. Give me back my Canada Goose coat

Y/N: Let's not be too hasty now…

—

2 days later

BB: Do we have milk?

Y/N: How should I know? I don’t drink the stuff

BB: Aren’t you working from home today?

Y/N: Yeah? And?

BB: You have these amazing things called legs…

Y/N: I have a block button too y’know

BB: You wouldn't block the hero who single-handedly removed 2 spiders from your room last night

Y/N: … … Fiiiiine

20 seconds later

Y/N: We, or rather YOU, could do with some more

BB: Okay. Thank you

Y/N: If you’re in the mood, I wouldn't say no to some cheesecake

BB: I’m not in the mood BB: Mostly because you are lactose intolerant and won't stop bitching about the regret afterwards BB: I’ll get you some non-dairy brownies

Y/N: What kind of flatmate are you?

BB: The awful kind who looks out for your best interests

Y/N: Urghhh, the very worst

—

3 days later

Y/N: Bennnnnnn!! BEN!! SOS!!! Y/N: ANOTHER ��️

BB: It’s fucking 3am

Y/N: That's why I texted Y/N: So much politer than screaming and banging on your wall Y/N: It’s not my fault you live on some kind of spider superhighway Y/N: I never would have moved in here if I knew

BB: It’s harmless. Go back to sleep

Y/N: What about if this time it’s some poisonous one that crawled from a Shein package? And you wake up to a dead flatmate?

BB: Arguably, that’s appropriate payback for your endorsement of such a horrendous company

Y/N: I don't judge you for your odd shelf of little rocks Y/N: So don’t judge me for my sparkly shoe addiction

BB: How about I lend you a rock to throw at the spiders?

Y/N: How could you?!? I don't wish death upon them Y/N: Just for them to live their lives nowhere within my vicinity Y/N: You know you would have been back to sleep by now if you had just come in here?

BB: I’m aware BB: I have no idea why I’m still arguing with you on text BB: Slightly worried what that says about me tbh

Y/N: IT’S MOVING TOWARDS ME

BB: omw

—

9 days later

KB: You guys need to stop

Y/N: What? Y/N: Why are you texting from my kitchen?

KB: Look at yourself KB: It’s not your kitchen. It’s my brother-in-law’s

Y/N: I live here too, Kate

KB: And you need to stop

Y/N: STOP WHAT?

KB: Do you see where your feet are?

Y/N: ??On the sofa??

KB: They are in Ben’s lap

Y/N: And??

KB: He has his hands wrapped around your ankles

Y/N: And?? Y/N: I get cold. He helps me sometimes

KB: When are you guys going to admit to what is happening here

Y/N: NOTHING IS HAPPENING

KB: Sure Jan

Y/N: Get back over here with the Monster Munch. I need Netflix snacks, not judgement

KB: I’m just saying… I pulled this shit with Ant and you rightly called me on it

Y/N: MONSTER MUNCH KATE

KB: Don’t glare over at me like that. Way to make it fucking obvious…

2 seconds later

*BB added KB and Y/N to a new group*

BB: What are you two arguing about?!

Y/N: Mind ya business, Pencil Boy

KB: Your lack of decent snacks

BB: Not my area. She is responsible for all junk food purchases in this household. I will not be held liable.

3 seconds later

KB: Pencil boy??

Y/N: It's a long story

4 seconds later

*AB added KB, BB & Y/N to a new group*

AB: ARE WE WATCHING THIS FUCKING FILM OR NOT?!

—

1 month later

Y/N: Gen… I fucked up

GD: What did you do??

Y/N: I should never have moved in here

GD: Yeah, I told you that weeks ago GD: Why the sudden revelation?

Y/N: He has a girl here

GD: And?

Y/N: I can hear them… thru the wall

GD: Yikes GD: Go for a walk or something

Y/N: No Gen. It's worse Y/N: So much worse Y/N: I can hear what he is saying

GD: GO FOR A WALK

Y/N: Gen help Y/N: Help Y/N: H.E.L.P. Y/N: It's turning me on…

GD: I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW ANY OF THIS!

Y/N: I had no idea he was a dirty talker

GD: I could have told you that…

Y/N: Why didn't you?!

GD: Why would that ever be relevant to our friendship?!

Y/N: You know that’s my weakness Y/N: You should have WARNED ME

GD: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO PREDICT YOU WOULD EAVESDROP ON HIM HAVING SEX?!

Y/N: This is so awful Y/N: I don't know what to do Y/N: I’m in a quandary Y/N: A damp quandary

GD: Eww T-M-FUCKING-I

Y/N: I might as well just masturbate at this point

GD: I am hanging up on this text thread GD: I’m also off to put this phone in Dettol. Don't text me again for another few days

—

2 days later

BB: Why are you avoiding me?

Y/N: I’m not

BB: Yes you are BB: You haven't been home the last two nights BB: El said you’ve been hanging around her place

Y/N: Ok fine. I am Y/N: This is so awkward Y/N: I… I heard you Y/N: Having sex Y/N: I’m weirded out, okay?

BB: Shit… BB: I’m so sorry BB: I thought you were out on a date

Y/N: It got rescheduled

BB: I'm so sorry BB: Next time I have company, I will double-check if you are home first

Y/N: Thank you Y/N: I will do the same

BB: Much appreciated BB: So, will you come home? BB: There’s a new series of The Cleaner tonight

Y/N: It's not real blood, you know?

BB: I know, but it looks like it

Y/N: You can't keep hiding behind me. You miss key plot points. It's a comedy show, you know

BB: Just get back here, Pizza Wheel

Y/N: Calm down, Pencil Boy I’m on my way

—

9 days later

BB: Send him home

Y/N: ??

BB: You heard me

Y/N: Why are you eavesdropping on my Tinder hookup?

BB: Don’t make me come in there and be a caveman about this. Just… BB: SEND HIM HOME

Y/N: I need sex

BB: Not from a twat like that you don’t BB: When he is out of the bathroom, I want you to send him away

Y/N: … Fine

3 minutes later

BB: Thank you

Y/N: You owe me a bloody orgasm

BB: He was likely incapable of giving you one BB: When you are sober, you will thank me BB: And probably regret that last comment

Y/N: I regret nothing Y/N: I DARE you Benedict fucking Bridgerton Y/N: I fucking DARE you to give me an orgasm

4 hours later

Y/N: Gen Gen Gen GENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Y/N: I know it's 2am, you are probably asleep, but I have to tell you smthg right the fuck nowwww Y/N: So, Ben went all protector shit on a loser I picked up on Tinder Y/N: Made me throw him out Y/N: I bitched that he owed me an orgasm Y/N: Might have been a bit too sassy, too many drinks Y/N: Anyway GENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Y/N: GENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Y/N: He stomps into my room, and god, he just…. Y/N: ARGHHHHHHHH Gen, he just took me, like respectfully, but also not at all respectfully Y/N: HE GAVE ME TWO Y/N: I am floating on a cloud. I can't feel my fucking knees Y/N: My flatmate is the best fuck I have EVER had Y/N: THIS IS TERRIBLE AND WONDERUL Y/N: I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE Y/N: HELP Y/N: PS Pls don't tell anyone

20 seconds later

BB: Stop freaking out about what just happened and come back to bed

Y/N: Ben we just…

BB: I know. Active, enthusiastic participant here BB: Don’t spiral about it. Just come back to bed BB: We can talk in the morning

Y/N: Did we just ruin everything?

BB: How is that not spiralling? BB: Get your lovely arse out of the bathroom and back in this bed, y/n, or istg I will spank it

Y/N: 😲🥵

BB: Oh I see. Hmm BB: Good to know 😜

—

5 hours later

GD: WHAT THE SERIOUS FUCK?!?!?!?! GD: THIS IS WHAT I WAKE UP TO?! GD: WHY DO YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?!? GD: CALL ME!!!!

2 hours later

EB: Why aren’t you at work today? Are you sick? EB: Did the Shein spider get you?

1 hour later

EB: I guess it did EB: Serves you right 😛

1 hour later

GD: WHY THE FUCK HAVEN’T YOU CALLED ME BACK YET? GD: I must have left like 10 missed calls by now

2 hours later

AB: Not to sound like a total dick, I know we’re family etc., but you are supposed to tell me if you’re taking a day off work Ben AB: Even nepo babies have some responsibilities

30 minutes later

KB: Why are Gen and El wondering where you are? KB: Text them, and also me now, too KB: I’m vaguely concerned but mostly nosey tbh

2 hours later

EB: ?????????

1 hour later

GD: Call me bitch.

2 hours later

CB: Where the fuck are you Ben? CB: You never miss boys' night down The Ship normally?

30 mins later

Y/N: Uh hi 👋 Y/N: Sorry… Y/N: I uhh have been busy today

EB: Gen and I were ABOUT TO SEND OUT A SEARCH PARTY

Y/N: Please tell her I’m okay Y/N: I will call. Just not now

EB: Where are you?

Y/N: At home

EB: I am coming over!

Y/N: Please don’t

EB: Why not?

Y/N: Another time Y/N: I know I’m being all mysterious and shit Y/N: I will explain everything I promise

EB: Is Ben there?

Y/N: Yes

EB: Then tell him to look after you EB: I’m weirded out, you weirdo

Y/N: Oh he will Y/N: I promise you he will Y/N: I errr won't be at work tomorrow either. Can you tell the boss?

EB: Are you sick?!

Y/N: Umm… yeah, let's go with that

EB: STOP BEING SO WEIRD

5 seconds later

BB: El, y/n is fine

EB: How is this any of your business?

BB: You literally asked for me to look after her 5 seconds ago

EB: How do you know that?! EB: Are you reading her texts?!

BB: She is showing them to me

EB: WHY!?! EB: What is this cloak and dagger shit?! EB: Did you fuck or something? Lol

1 minute later

EB: DID YOU?!?

1 minute later

EB: Y/N DID YOU FUCK MY BROTHER?!?

1 minute later

*EB added BB & Y/N to a new group*

EB: Answer me, you sneaky bitches

BB: We would appreciate some privacy at this time

10 seconds later

*EB added KB, AB, CB, PF, DB and SB to a new group*

EB: BEN AND Y/N ARE FUCKING

SB: Hello sister-in-law. Long time no chat. So lovely for us to catch up this way

EB: Don’t sass me Bassett

PF: Err okay. Why… why am I on this Bridgerton family chat?

EB: Bitch please, you are family. Well, you will be soon

PF: ??

*CB removed PF from the group*

AB: Subtle

DB: Super smooth

*EB added PF to the group*

EB: IS NO ONE GOING TO RESPOND TO THIS LIFE-ALTERING NEWS?

KB: I mean… we all knew it was going to happen

CB: Surprised he held out this long tbh

DB: He’s been in love with her since we were kids

EB: I thought he just fancied her a bit?!?!

AB: And they call ME the unobservant one?!

*PF left the group*

CB: Look what you did

*EB added PF to the group*

KB: Why did I marry into this family?

SB: I’ll take you for a drink sometime. You too Pen.

PF: ??

EB: You’re all useless.

—

2 days later

GD: *sings Where Do You Go by No Mercy tunelessly in your general direction* GD: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yt-KMPvgKPo

Y/N: Awful but also bangin cheese choon for a Sunday evening ngl

GD: SHE LIVES!! GD: El seemed to think you have been having nonstop sex since Thursday. GD: She’s also not handling that idea very well—lots of tequila.

Y/N: Not enough songs only have about 7 lyrics anymore. I miss the 90s.

GD: Avoiding that statement, huh?

Y/N: I will not dignify it with a response

GD: So that’s a yes

Y/N: 👀

8 days later

BB: I hate having a job 😘

Y/N: Me too… 😘 Y/N: I’ll be naked when you get home if that's any consolation

BB: I’m leaving now

Y/N: It’s only 11am lol Y/N: Stay there. I will see you later. It will be worth the wait. 😉

BB: You have been. BB: And I don't just mean today 😘

Y/N: 🥹 😘

56 days later

AB: Is this email for real?

BB: Yes. Yes, it is

AB: Wow. OK then AB: Congratulations

BB: Thank you. I'm very happy

AB: We can tell, brother, we can tell

1 hour later

*KB added Y/N, SB & PF to a new group*

KB: Y/N, we meet every Wednesday for drinks.

SB: Welcome to the fam, soon-to-be Mrs Bridgerton. It sucks; you are going to love it.

PF: Still not sure why I'm invited, but god, you guys are so much bloody fun I don't even care, lol.

10 seconds later

Y/N: Are you going to tell Pen, or should I?

KB: Naaahhh. It's more fun this way KB: Another very smart woman with a complete Bridgerton brother blindspot

Y/N: That sounds pointed

KB: You and me both, sister. You and me both.

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a/b/o - royalty au - soulmates | “tell me, mikhailo, how does it feel to have that power? How does it feel to be one half of a King?” terrifying. | a/b/o, royalty au, bree -- what more do you need to know?

↳ in the midnight hour by @lesbiangallagher [E, 4K]

tumblr!mickey - trans!mickey - oral sex | to: hornygaythug, anonymous said: ever gotten mind blowing head before? | i honestly can't even form coherent thoughts... just read it.

↳ when all is said and done by @tellmegoodbye [E, 4.2K]

post-canon - husbands - d/s dynamics | after an exhausting day of work, all ian wants to do is to take care of his husband and help him forget. mickey has other plans. | harley's writing is so fucking tender. shit. made me a little misty-eyed when i was supposed to be horny! & i loved every minute of it.

↳ church of burnt romances by @mikhailoaleksandrmilkovich [E, 4.3K]

priest kink - bottom!ian - edging | ian gallagher is a catholic priest with a few secrets. one of which goes by the name, mickey milkovich. | the priest!ian brainrot is strong here.

#to get you in the mood for this year's spicy collab!#posting starts next week!#also happy valentine's you filthy fuckers (affectionate) 🖤#fandom fest faves #spicy gallavich collab #spicy gallavich collab 2022 #shameless #shameless fanfiction #shameless fanart #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich

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em1e · 1 year ago

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emmie bb!! how are you!! am here with some flowers and sparkles to brighten up the season!! ✨💐 i hope you’re having a wonderful weekend 🥺

and i am curious!! (again ��) if you were to receive/give a gift from/to your fave/s, what would it be!! 🥺

hello sel !! my love !!! light of my life !!!! i hope ur having a wonderful weekend too ❣️❣️

baji def gives anything ive mentioned interest in in passing, horrible with money, just wants to see some smiles :)

i think geto gives flowers :(( randomly on a tuesday afternoon he's like here i got these for u <3 and i cry. little things of jewelry :( necklace w his initial on it :( i give him a bracelet w my own in return :( i miss him

#I MISS U SEL PLEASE TEXT ME #ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING #🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻#push 2 talk #lovesick ; shotorus-interact

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hi hi star! how are you?

i am also an avid sunscreen supporter, i wear it everyday bc im also sooo terrified of sun exposure😭

i saw deadpool & wolverine today and i really enjoyed it! i was so obsessed with deadpool and x-men when i was like 16 that this movie feels like a fanfic from my teenaged brain.

aaaaaand the baby was born today <3 thankfully, everything in the delivery went okay and he’s all good <3 we couldn’t see him bc visiting hours were over when he was born </3 so we’ll just go tomorrow.

and the pulls <333 jilix is really slay and also exclusive hanji!! hardcore manifesting kitty lix for you next!!

i’m so obsessed with hanji pcs. they’re everything. they just hit different. they’re perfect fr. i hope i get at least one and one or two linos😪 i usually have good luck with pulling them but lately it’s been a lot of chan (and im not complaining bc i love them all but i need at least one of my main biases🤞🏻)

manifesting your lolla hanji nda era <3 pls introduce them to me once u have it. my personality may be better than my looks </3

i’m getting to chicago on tuesday and it just hit me that i haven’t got anything ready (:

and i have some good news! my practicum center called me and said that a space opened up so they’ll be having me after all! (but i haven’t done any of my paperwork or anything that i need for it and i can’t do it until im back from chicago and classes start on august 13. freaking out rn. but but hoping for my nda era first🤞🏻

anyways i love you so much bb <3 i hope all is soooo good <3 take care!!

-🐈‍⬛

BAEEEEEE <3

Oh my god the sunburn on my SHOULDER…… is peeling and it looks fucking disgusting HELP MEEEEE 💔💔💔💔 I haven’t had a peeling sunburn in literal years like this is so uncharacteristic of me 💔💔 I want to go back in time and punch myself in the face for not wearing sunscreen WHATTTT was I thinking

AHHH I heard skz were only in the credits or something?? I’ve never been into marvel very much so I never have any clue what’s going on in the mcu LMAO but I’m so glad you enjoyed !! The only movie I saw in theaters recently was long legs and that was a fucking trip

AHHHH I’m so glad he was born and everything went smoothly!!! Congrats to the new mommy !! 🥹🫶 I hope you guys were able to stop by during visiting hours! Is mom home from the hospital yet? That is so so so exciting ahhh I hope she enjoys these early days of being a mommy! Hearing a baby was born always makes me instinctively want to cry 🥹🫶💞💗

About 10 albums in now and sadly no kitty lix 💔 I DID snag a few of their pobs at my local kpop store and I might try for like ONE more…. But I’ve honestly lost all hope of kitty lix 💔 the pcs this era are GOOOOD tho I’m really happy with all my pulls !! I hosted a little trading event at my apartment today and my friend came thru with a few hanji ones, I’m so grateful frfr ahhh my hanji binder is really filling up 🫶 my sister’s had NO luck pulling Channie this era! We’re like Seungmin/Changbin magnets this time around so it’s been a lot of dupes 😭 but still really good pcs and I have a lot to trade !!

Bestie I am also getting to Chicago on Tuesday and I still haven’t gotten anything ready 😍🫶 I’m gonna be last-minute packing tomorrow night fr it’s gonna be BADDDD

ALSO YESSSSSS OH MY GOD I’m so glad your practicum called !!!!! That’s fucking amazing !!!!!!! It’s such a convenient time too bc at least you won’t have to be hoping they call during lolla or something !! Manifesting you’re able to do the paperwork super fast when you’re back from Lolla and that everything falls into place but RAHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOUUUU I cant wait to hear all about it !! 💗💞💓

I hope you’re doing so good pookie I love u !!!! Chicago on Tuesday LIKE CAN YOU BELIEVE………

(Also here are my hanji pulls/orders from this week) ily ily 🫶

#🐈‍⬛ anon #ask

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years ago

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All in Favor of You

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

a morning spent tiredly missing poe, & desperately waiting for him to return

rating: T or M, allusions to implied intimacy & self love, mutual pining, love, romantic fluff, language

word count: 800 | late entry for blurb tuesdays @againstacecilia 💗 & inspired by a chat about pillows, & missing space boyfriends with @uwingdispatch 💗

"...Baby, I missed you."

Your tired eyes still have that certain way of falling when the morning comes, and you’re tensing just to wake from dreaming again. The planes of your chest, sensing itself all the more heavy at the delicate appearance of a new dawn, all because he hadn’t been right beside you there…

It’s been a struggle just to wait, having not heard back from him since a few days time, and you’ve grown the slightest bit worried. Holding out a subtle fit of hope that somehow, wherever he might have been, that he was safe – unharmed, and only just delayed from returning. The ring promised to you, dangling from around his neck each time you had been separated, still keeping itself close and warm in the space around his heart - eternally safeguarding it.

Perhaps flying high at speeds far above your heads, he couldn’t have had much time to think – not an hour wasted fighting for what’s right, and the hope for truly living; the clouds, and all their stars glistening in their sterling tints of nightfall, grasping hold of their gentle breadth, just as he slips right through them.

You imagine there to have been some kind of smokescreen at the height of lift off; a blur of fire and capable anguish whirring past, that for every swift moment drawn out there, he had witnessed an unwavering onslaught – protective warnings given to the other side, that there certainly were more of us.

Yet still, this is the part of war that becomes far more difficult than you could have ever thought to happen…

Feeling hopeless and alone in the confines of your room, where you were sure to have heard him and BB-8 messing around in the kitchen up early on weekends...

Clinging to your half of his dog tags as they slide against the softened valley of your breasts, they're the same ones he tends to nudge away with the insistent tip of his nose when grazing patterns to your skin. The perfect marks to claim you, pebbling effortlessly out from underneath the padding of his thumbs, caught up in all their aimless tracing.

And so you turn lazily inside the embrace of slacken rest, your sheets rippling around your bare curves when you do, paying no mind to them; gripping your pillow with an affectionate ache just for his touch and languid ways of kissing – your arms held tight around him, anticipating all of it. The heavy weight of his meandering limbs, slotting themselves in your closing space between; a stray feel of tenderness, wound beautifully with his eyes and how they reverently tend to deepen.

So often you’d find yourselves laying in bed enamored, an ease about the day, familiar and spontaneous; your fingertips threading seamlessly throughout all his curls – the wayward ones that escape you sometimes all at once. The plush edges of your lips, found caught between your teeth when you latch onto what you can make out of all his silver; a playful grin of his own alight across his face, when he’s been lost inside his own slanted kind of gravitation.

His scent remains forever woven upon your pillows; your cheek dampened from the pure and senseless act of missing, and it drives you further toward realms of the unbearable, where roaming in this simple way feels just as futile as all of your bad habits. Reminders from when he stayed the night last, clean from the warmth of all your fresh towels, awakened there in gentle passes now waning with a featherlight breeze, and the thin veil of your curtains. A heady bath you both had enjoyed together late into the early hours of the evening, engraved into your mind with every breathless moan he’s stolen away from you.

But what if for now this phantom way of having him just had to have been enough?

The gliding of your own hands, gracefully cupping at yourself there – so endlessly arching with your back?

The way you just begin to softly shudder, soothing the indelicate vision of your eyes closed; the distant comfort of your own fingertips, made sultry and encircled, spurred on by keepsakes of past entwined moments…

A self love, entirely unlike the real thing…

Made better when you have it.

Though, soon, there comes a quiet sound echoing out from the hallway – your front door latching itself shut with the distant swiping of your keypad, locking with his key…

Insistent footfalls, hurriedly finding their way into your room with a very exasperated flyboy, enjoying a little time of his own waiting there; his folded arms, crossed over the broad span of his chest, leaning just beyond your shared threshold.

“Fuck, Baby, I missed you.”

And he’s left standing there, eyes wide with fervor for however long he thinks you might not have noticed…

Wearing a shit eating grin right before you see him biting his bottom lip’s edge, in that endearing sort of way he always does it…

His skin, a little worn from the time he’s spent out there in the skies fighting, along with all the dew that comes with this heated sort of weather – all of it doing very nicely, with the way he’s just made eager work of his flight suit's undoing. The strain of his knees, soon dipping with your bed’s softened edges; sand falling from his boots when they land with an eager thud to the floor, his shirt quickly following after them.

The ties bound around his waist, all of sudden surrendering, into the collapse that comes from melded smiling, all in favor of you lying there…

… 🧡

a/n – thanks so much for reading ✨ ! I just felt like writing something stress free, no pressure kind of thing. & looking at it now, I think this might actually be similar to another fic I've written before, which I guess is perfectly fine - 2 pieces of cake to enjoy right ? 🥰 hope this brings you comfort or a smile. I'd love to hear what you think ! 💌 xo A

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hxseok-honee · 3 years ago

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sundress || part 36

written portion under the cut!

sundress [part 36] || "... Are we in love?"

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a/n : [just read the signs, it’s clear to see // i’m tryna make you mine] sundress x asap rocky

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Tuesday, 15 February, 4:12pm

“Are we in love?!”

Y/n’s just finished reading over the group chat messages, wondering what Yoongi’s contemplative nature’s all about, when the door to her bedroom slams open with enough force to rattle her wall decor. It’s Yoongi, stance panicked and eyes wide. His chest heaves with his breathing, and Y/n can tell he’s just run up several flights of stairs, which is interesting considering Yoongi thinks cardio is ‘against the laws of nature’.

She’s so busy looking him over, startled by his sudden presence, that it takes her a moment to realize what he’s just yelled - loud enough for the whole house to hear, she might add. Now that she registers his words, however -

“Are we?!”

Equally as loud, well done Y/n.

She becomes slightly embarrassed when that thought crosses her mind, but it doesn’t really matter all that much. Hopping up from her bed, she mirrors Yoongi’s stance, and they regard each other with caution. She can’t help but think they probably look a bit silly right now.

Yoongi steps further into the room, letting the door swing shut behind him. He approaches her, eyes narrowed in confusion. When he’s within touching distance of her, he leans into her face, their noses brushing. It sends a shock of nerves down both of their spines, being so close to each other like this, and that’s something that alerts them even more to the fact that things aren’t totally right between them.

Are we in love?

“That’s what I asked you.”

Blinking, Y/n realizes she’s said it out loud.

“I mean, I don’t exactly have all the answers…”

“Why not?! You’re in charge of all the sappy shit here!” Yoongi leans away when he says it, seemingly upset that they don’t have it all figured out yet. Y/n only groans, moving back to the bed and flopping unceremoniously onto her back.

“I’m not some love guru, Yoongi - I don’t know what’s happening here.”

“Well, what about when you were with Jungkook? Isn’t this familiar?”

She almost laughs - the fact that she’d never felt this way with Jungkook is more telling than she’d like to admit.

Yoongi perches on the bed next to Y/n with a sigh.

“What’s happening to us, Loser?” It’s said with an airiness that makes Y/n think he’s trying to keep things light between them, but this conversation is going to change everything, and they both know it. “What Jimin said… about us seeming like we’re more in love than we were before… what does that mean?”

Y/n sits up, hearing the anxiety creeping into Yoongi’s voice. He needs answers - he hates being uncertain, and he especially hates being uncertain when it comes to her. Because it almost never happens, and yet - it seems to be happening all the time these days.

All the lingering glances, the kisses that they both know are lasting longer, becoming softer, filled with a feeling they haven’t been able to place. Or maybe it’s that they didn’t want to place it… until now. Y/n sighs, rolling her neck as she thinks.

“Why did Jimin say that stuff about us? What’s different now…?”

Yoongi scoffs under his breath.

“We’re different now, dumbass. Everything about us is… you’re not the same anymore.”

Those words feel strangely like a punch to the gut. Y/n turns to him, the look in her eyes betraying how hurt she feels. Yoongi’s quick to correct himself, shaking his head rapidly back and forth as he reaches for her hand.

“I don’t mean that you’ve changed - you’re still you, you’re still Y/n, it’s just…” He scratches at his brow, unsure. “You feel different to me. I don’t see you the same anymore…” It’s weird, he feels so nervous saying that to her. He’s never had feelings like this - the kind that make his stomach flip when he wakes up next to her and when he sees her waiting for him after class. When she focuses on him, attention fully his, when he walks into a room. He’s never felt something this terrifying, this electric. Which is why he needs her to know what’s happening, because if she doesn’t know what this means, they’re fucked.

Yoongi’s accidental confession - because that’s basically what it was - doesn’t affect only him. Y/n may not know fully where this conversation is going, but hearing that he sees her differently now is as close to a confession that he’s ever come, and she’s experienced enough to recognize that much at least. A breath of laughter leaves her, because her toes are starting to go a little numb from the nerves and Yoongi has no idea he’s the one causing it, too lost in his world. She can’t help but take a moment to appreciate that, for someone so well-versed in seduction, Yoongi really is so inexperienced with love.

…Love?

Why had she thought of it like that? Why is it so natural for her to feel like this conversation is heading toward a relationship? Was Jimin right? Was Hoseok right - were their friends right?

But this had all been fake. Even though they’d ended up becoming friends with benefits, they’d never established any feelings, any attachment-

You really thought you wouldn’t get attached?

Y/n blinks, the voice of reason in her head all but laughing at her. It’s annoying because the logic is there. The signs are all there. The adoration, the jealousy, the inherent need to always be by his side. The fact that she never feels right when he’s not there - the fact that it had always been that way.

In retrospect, it’s kind of obvious why Jungkook was so jealous of Yoongi during their relationship. Because, even though things had been purely platonic then - even though there’d been nothing between them - Y/n will always choose Yoongi, and Jungkook had known that. Why hadn’t she?

She’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t even notice Yoongi’s gotten up and started rummaging through her desk. Only the noise of the drawers opening and closing draws her back.

“What’re you doing?”

“Looking for our list - where’d you put it?”

Eyes widening, Y/n makes a noise of recognition, reaching for the bedside table.

“It’s in here - I totally forgot we made that…” When Yoongi glances over at her, meeting her eyes, the expression there tells her that he had, too. And that alone is telling in itself, the fact that they’d both forgotten about the piece of parchment that should have reminded them of what their goal was the entire year. It’d just been sitting in her drawer this whole time.

Yoongi returns to his seat, watching as Y/n unrolls the small scroll. They look it over together, eyes skimming the five rules as Y/n reads them off under her breath.

“Number 1, ‘no- …” She stops there, facing warming beyond belief. She doesn’t even have to look at Yoongi to know he’s having just as hard of a time. “N-no sex…”

Yoongi laughs awkwardly at the way she mumbles the line. They’d broken that rule just last week… and then again over the weekend once they’d stopped being weird around each other. That period of peace really hadn’t lasted long.

Nudging her thigh with his knee, Yoongi urges Y/n to continue. She reads on, her voice a little shaky now that the list had proven to be more of a mockery than anything else.

“Number 2, ‘romantic affection is to be kept to public situations as much as possible’.” Memories of the last few months flash through their minds, full of one simple truth - that they’d been all over each other any time they’d been alone. Yoongi clears his throat, taking over reciting.

“Number 3, ‘Saturday Night Routine is to remain untouched and untainted’…” He only clicks his tongue in mild irritation, rushing through to the next one. “Number 4, ‘Min Yoongi must keep his scumminess to a minimum in priva- God damn it.” He cuts himself off with a growl, and Y/n hates that, even in a moment this pivotal, she’s thinking about how attractive he sounds.

Ridding the thought from her mind, she glances over the last rule, added haphazardly by Yoongi in his chicken scratch.

“…Number 5… ‘Make Jeon Jungkook suffer’…” They sit in a silence that’s loaded with realization.

Everything they’d decided to do - every choice they’d made - had started with Jungkook. They’d been faking it entirely for him. But… this had stopped being about Jungkook months ago. Which means-

“Hobi was right. We stopped faking it a long time ago…” Y/n lets that information hang between them in the unsettled quiet. They don’t look to each other, both too afraid to face the consequences of what they’ve been doing the entire year. Struggling to understand that this conversation wouldn’t change anything at all. They’d changed a long time ago.

When Yoongi finally builds the courage to look up at Y/n, he finds that she’s already eyeing him, her gaze a confused mix of hesitant and hopeful. But it is there, that hope. And that’s enough to push him to ask the question he’d come here with, the one that had started this whole conversation.

“… Are we in love?”

The words, though familiar, send a new shock of nerves down Y/n’s spine. Because now that she’s looking at him, she’s seeing everything about him - the way his eyelashes brush over his cheeks when he blinks, the way he nibbles at the corner of his bottom lip in contemplation… the way he’s looking at her with an expression she’s never seen before, one that leaves her with a racing heart. She sees everything, and she realizes.

It’s him. It’s always been him.

The realization that she’s in love with Min Yoongi is oddly freeing. Because she can’t help the upward tilt of her lips, the way she just accepts it immediately. She can’t help that she only wants to smile more when Yoongi gives her a look of confusion. She can’t help that she leans in slightly toward him, smiling knowingly when his eyes drop to her lips in anticipation. Smiling knowingly at the jolt of excitement that fills her when he starts to grin back.

“I think I’m in love with you, Yoongi.”

The small smile that tugs at Yoongi’s lips is blown wide, his eyes almost disappearing into his cheeks when he lets out a laugh at her confession, his chest bubbling with a kind of elation he’s never felt before. He likes that feeling quite a lot.

Reaching out, he takes a piece of her hair that’s fallen in front of her face and runs it back behind her ear. His hand lingers, slipping down to cup the side of her neck.

“You only think you’re in love? You need to catch up, babygirl.”

Y/n snorts, rolling her eyes at how annoying he manages to be in the sweetest of moments.

“Don’t lie, you’re an idiot just like me. It took you just as long to realize-”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about - I’m ready to put a ring on it right now.” Yoongi grins sneakily when he says it, and Y/n knows it’s a joke. But knowing it’s a joke doesn’t stop her heart from jumping at the implication. She lets out a quip to cover the way her breath’s definitely just gotten caught in her throat.

“Yeah? The Great Min Yoongi’s ready to settle down for life? Seems a little suspicious.”

“I thought we already established that I belong to you. All that’s left is to give Hana that wedding she asked for.”

He’s so blunt and honest - just as he’s always been, but it feels different to her now. Now, it has her warming and dropping her forehead to his shoulder, lightheaded. She breathes out a laugh, clinging to him almost out of a desperation.

“You’re an idiot.”

There they are again - those three little words that never fail to make Yoongi smile. Those three little words that, to anyone else, should mean something different. But to him, they mean nothing less than-

“I love you too, Y/n.”

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi texts

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hansensgirl · 4 years ago

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go ahead and cry, little girl.

summary | You’re quite the crybaby, and nobody does it like you do, not even your two best friends who happen to share the same fantasies as you do. So they end up showing you that if you were their little girl, they’d do whatever they could do.

warnings | Noncon/Dubcon, DDLG, little space, use of a pacifier, kidnapping, somnophilia, dacryphilia, humiliation, choking, crybaby!reader, spanking, a hand job, praise, degradation, facefucking, slight corruption kink?, overstimulation, stalking, obsessive behaviours, dark themes, spying, overstimulation, pervertedness from both Steve and Bucky, sadism, female masturbation, stuffed animals, a ruined orgasm, a facial, smut, creampie kink + more. DARK!FIC, 18+ ONLY.

pairings | Dark!Daddies!Stucky x Naive!Little!Reader, Dark!Daddy!Bucky x Naive!Little!Reader, Dark!Daddy!Steve x Naive!Little!Reader.

authors note | this is for my special baby @mariessecretfantasies!! marie bb, you’re one of my bestest friends ever and i’m so glad that i met you/sent you that meme lol. you’re such a talented writer, a great friend, an amazing person, the cutest person ever- the list goes on and on bb. you’re always there for everyone even when you’re not doing well, and you’re always giving love and kisses to everyone even if you don’t know them. i hope you have an amazing birthday, and that you get only great things in life! you deserve only good things :) ilysm, happy birthday bb! gif by my bb @mypoisonedvine (also yes ik this is vv late since my baby’s birthday was on tuesday but i was busy so i’m so so so sorry!)

You stood behind the counter idly, waiting for the meter-long receipt to finish printing as some Wall Street asshole ranted to you on and on about how shitty your store was. You wiped your dirty hands on your old apron and finally ripped the receipt away from the machine. Barely blush roses in the shape of a heart rang up at a whopping $391.29, and you winced at the large number.

He, on the other hand, barely flinched at the price. It was far too much for his fianceé, in his ignorant words. “God damn it! Almost four hundred fucking dollars for this shit. It’s gonna die in two days! Did you set the prices, huh? You dumb bitch, bet you can’t do anything right,” he screamed, slamming his fist down on the poor countertop.

“I- I’m sorry Sir, but I don’t set these prices. The manager does,” you informed him, but he only huffed and puffed even more. Your store wasn’t visited often, as romantic, chivalrous gestures had ceased to exist in the 21st century.

The occasional passerby that would do a double take and walk in just to leave with a small bouquet was always nice. Sometimes you’d get visits from employees at Stark Tower, or from the other neighbouring offices.

“Don’t bullshit me, where the fuck is this manager anyways? If she doesn’t like these, I’ll sue the living shit out of this store!” he growled as you carefully wrapped the heart shaped set of roses. It was your favourite bouquet that you made, and it pained you to see it in that douchebag’s hands.

You barely noticed the soft ringing of the bell at the front door as it was deadened. Careful hands of yours softly grazed the flowers, almost as if you were giving them a kiss goodbye. You placed the makeshift store business card underneath the white ribbon, tying a bow to keep it in place and to add a little more beauty and kindness to it.

You believed all things needed some kindness, whether they were inanimate or not. Perhaps it was the Disney Princess in you, or maybe you were just a good person.

“Excuse me, sir? You have no right to be yelling at this young lady,” a voice sternly boomed throughout the small shop. You furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed how familiar the voice was.

Behind the man was Steve Rogers himself — Captain America and also your best friend. You smiled as the man's scowl quickly turned into a quivering frown. You pushed the flowers towards him and set the receipt on top, before wishing him a good day.

You never saw someone walk so fast in your life. You looked up at Steve and gave him a grateful smile, one that would forever be engraved in his broken mind. “Stevie!” You exclaimed, making him blush at the sweet nickname.

Sure, there was something else he’d rather you call him. But Stevie will just have to suffice.

“Thank you so much! Oh my god, you’re the best!” You squealed, reaching over the counter and engulfing the overly large man in a sweet hug. Steve easily relaxed into your gentle touch, wishing you could stay in between his arms for the rest of your bittersweet lives.

You soon pulled away from his warm embrace and he had to fight the urge to pull you back into him. “Don’t worry about it, little one. He had it coming.” He heroically stated, almost like the protagonist in a superhero movie. The nickname nudged you slightly towards the cliff of falling into little space. “I kind of feel bad for him, maybe he’s just stressed.” You reasoned, dusting some plant food off of the counter.

“You’re giving him way too much credit, you know.” He countered, following you as you grabbed the watering can and filled it up at the sink. You raised your eyebrow and wondered why Captain America himself thought you were giving him too much credit.

You placed a hand on his chest and felt his loudly thumping heart. “Stevie, just leave it be.” You calmly whispered, before brushing past him to take care of the flowers. Steve watched as you gently murmured sweet affirmations to the flowers. You were gentle, innocent and sweet, and all Steve wanted to do was to take care of you.

He followed you around the store, and you both asked each other all types of questions. “Aren’t you supposed to be training those new agents?” You asked, realizing he had been with you for a little over three hours. “Yeah, just wanted to swing by…” He sheepishly admitted, making you giggle.

“Well, you’ve swung so I assume you gotta go now?” You asked, almost as if you wanted to get rid of him. You checked the Amazon notification and gleefully jittered with excitement. Your order had arrived -- the very same order of pacifiers, stuffed animals and toys for when you were in little space.

“Yep, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He popped the ‘p’ and gathered his stuff. His notebook, art supplies, phone and backpack. You nodded and waved goodbye at him, watching as he left your view. “Ahhh!” You squealed, jumping up and down in joy. You just couldn’t wait until your shift to end, and you hoped that the day would go by fast.

You watched as people walked past the store, busy with their devices and their own hectic worlds. You slowly began to drift into little space at the thought of going home, using your pacifiers, playing with your stuffed animals and watching a Disney movie.

Those thoughts soon turned into scandalous ones as you thought about having a Daddy to take care of you. Images of you grinding on his thigh, or stuffing your face full of his cock as a makeshift pacifier, or even playing dress up with him until all your clothes were on the floor as he would ram his cock into you.

Your arousal soaked your through your pastel, Care Bear panties. You knew there was nobody else in the store but you; your manager worked from home and you had nobody working alongside you that day. It was risky to even stick your hands down your panties, but that didn’t stop you from untying your apron.

Your fingers dwindled at the waistline of your leggings, almost daring to slide under the cloth. You quickly pulled your hand out and chided yourself for being impatient. Only two more hours left, two more hours until you could slip into that protective, secure headspace. You sighed heavily and pulled your phone out, browsing through other stores that sold things that you would almost die for.

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Bucky reached under your doormat and grabbed the small metal key that was foolishly placed under it. “She needs to be more careful, anyone could break in.” Steve chastised, making Bucky nod in agreement.

Bucky opened the door, and smirked as he let himself in. Steve followed his best friend and frowned when he noticed that your house was a mess. “Such a messy little girl,” He sighed, “She needs us so bad, Buck.” He continued, frowning as he opened up your fridge.

There wasn’t much in there that one could make a good meal out of. Steve shut the fridge door gently and opened up the freezer, welcoming a small gust of cool air. Inside was no different than the fridge. Ice cream, popsicles and dinosaur chicken nuggets filled the freezer only so far. Bucky, on the other hand, commenced the oh so important mission that would seal the deal.

Tiny cameras that Tony had gifted them were hidden throughout your house. On bookshelves, in the corners of each room, in the bathroom, next to the picture frame of a younger, more delinquent version of you and even on your stuffed animals. Steve made quick work of opening up all your blinds and curtains, knowing very well that you wouldn’t even bother to close them.

“Did you finish placing them?” He sternly questioned the other super-soldier, checking if they all worked. He tapped through each camera on his tablet, grinning as he reveled in the artistic angles Bucky had placed them in.

“Yeah, five in each room, ten in the bedroom, eight in the shower, six in the living room, right?” He confirmed, peering over Steve’s broad shoulders to look at the tablet.

“Yeah, and I opened all the curtains too. Did ya leave any traces? We can’t have a repeat of last time.” He grumbled, the not so fond memory popping up in their minds. They had welcomed themselves into yourself not so kindly and left a few sloppy tracks behind -- footprints, and had misplaced one of your stuffed animals.

That same night you called them out of fear and worry -- scared that someone broke into your house to ham you. They just couldn’t have another fuck up like that again. “Zero.” Bucky scoffed, wondering why you had so many stuffed animals. Maybe they were all from your childhood. “We should set up across the street, her shift is over and she’s probably on her way home right now.” Bucky suggested, even though he didn’t leave any room for Steve to bicker.

Bucky walked outside and his boot-donned feet accidentally kicked the delivery box that patiently sat on your doorstep. “Hmm…” He huffed, picking it up and shaking it. He felt like a little child on a beautiful Christmas morning -- shaking the presents under the tree endeavouring to know if they got what they so desperately wanted.

The sound of softly packaged purchases peaked his interest, but he knew he had to drop in. “...Oh and I also tapped her WiFi so we can see what she’s up to- What is it?” Steve asked, trailing off from his thoughts.

“‘M not sure, we’ll see later. Let’s go.” Bucky gently placed the package back on the doorstep and he shoved the key back under the mat after he shut the door. They both waited until your wind chime stilled before crossing the not so busy street.

You couldn’t believe yourself, taking a taxi home? Outrageous. But you could barely contain yourself at that pour. Happiness and sin coursed through your veins and god, it’s blissful. You generously handed the driver a fifty dollar bill, even though the fare was much less than that.

“Keep the change!” You called out, gently shutting the door. Stars and hearts filled your eyes and you gasped in awe -- it really did arrive! You rushed up to the doorstep and picked up the slightly weighted box, shaking it just like a kid would.

You opened the door and set the box down on the kitchen counter, mulling over whether or not you should open it up at that fleeting moment or if you should leave it until you finished freshening up. You chose the latter. Never in your life have you ever moved that fast, dinner, brushing your teeth, showering and pulling on your onesie all done in the blink of an eye.

Cloth-covered feet padded against the floors, on a voyage to open up your special box. With a small, sharp knife in your hands you carefully cut through the tape that expertly sealed your box. Not so strong hands ripped the cardboard opened at you nearly fainted at the sight. So many stuffed animals and so many pacifiers…

You dumped them all onto the countertop and wasted no time in unwrapping them. You carefully yet hurriedly washed the pacifiers, admiring each and every detail there was on them. Your fingers and mind danced over options of which to use, and you eventually settled for the pastel pink one that had strawberries all over it.

You popped it into your mouth and sucked on it lightly. Grabbing your new stuffed animals, you headed back to your room and buried yourself beneath all your stuffed animals and blankets, putting on Beauty & The Beast.

Bucky flipped through the thirty four cameras and stopped at the sixth one, a loud gasp falling past his plump lips. “What is it, Buck?” Steve questioned, walking over to the empty seat that was by the window and next to Bucky. “Look!” He exclaimed, a huge smile taking over his lips and happiness washing over his face.

Steve took the tablet from them and Bucky picked up a pair of binoculars, peering through them and into your bedroom. There you were -- in all your glory -- sucking on a pacifier, wearing a onesie, cuddling a bunch of stuffed animals and watching a Disney movie. You were gladly drowning in little space, happy and relaxed for once.

“She’s a little…” Steve distantly trailed off, joy surging through him like victory surging through a broken hero. Truthfully, in a way, it was victory for these two broken heroes.

The feeling of protectiveness, happiness, dominance and victory took over their minds and souls. Their girl was a little, and they were both daddies… It was as if the universe had aligned perfectly for all three of you.

“Steve, we gotta take her now, it’s perfect. She’s too deep in little space, we need her, she needs us Steve!” Bucky ushered, putting his gear back on. Steve nodded and took another glance at the laptop, watching as you sighed and turned your attention away from the television to the dwindling ache in your core.

You still hadn’t taken care of it, and now it was too distracting to even enjoy your movie. You palmed your tits through the fluffy material that was your onesie, loudly whimpering as you twisted at your hard pebbles. You grabbed one of your stuffed animals -- Mr. Sheepie as you would call him -- and straddled it.

You sucked harder on the pacifier, pretending that it was your Daddy’s cock. You bucked your hips back and forth, moving them up and down hastily on your stuffed animal. Your wetness soaked the cloth and your inner thighs, your tight hole drooling.

You groaned as you felt the seam of the onesie press harshly against your clit. You rubbed yourself against the stuffed animal faster and faster, your pacifier long gone from your open mouthed-silent screams. Spit and drool slowly leaked out of your mouth as you weakly chased your first orgasm of the night.

“D- Dada, Daddy…” You weakly stuttered, feeling yourself almost bursting at the seams of pleasure. A harsh thud sounded around your house and your soul nearly left your body. Heart thumping, adrenaline coursing, fear and a ruined orgams left you a mess.

In any instance, you would’ve just waited until you heard something else. But curious minds always seem to wander too far. You let out a sound of fear, wincing as you pulled Mr. Sheepie out from under your sensitive pussy. You grabbed your beloved pacifier and hopped over your burrow of stuffed animals.

You walked slowly into the kitchen, treading lightly on your toes. You furrowed your eyebrows when you noticed that the box had mysteriously fallen onto the floor. The heaps of bubble wrap inside of it fell out and you pouted, looking around to see if any intruders had claimed your poor home as their prey.

You probably left the box too close to the edge, you thought to yourself. You sighed and picked it up, placing it back on the counter. You despised doing grown up things while in little space. You turned around and knocked into something hard. The prick of a needle stung your neck and you knocked out cold after a few seconds.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, little girl.”

Steve carried you out of your home and Bucky packed up all your stuffed animals, pacifiers, and other belongings of yours that you would use whilst in little space. The large suitcase he had would have struggled to close if it weren’t for his super strength. He lifted it up with ease and Steve threw your limp body over one of his broad shoulders.

He couldn’t fight the clawing urge to slap your ass, a large hand painfully coming down on your butt. Coarse fingers felt how wet you were, soaking through your little onesie. “Buck, she’s so fucking wet.” Steve groaned, his cock stirring in his pants. “Be patient, dude. We can have our fun in a few hours.” Bucky teased, opening the door to the car for Steve.

The youngest settled you into the backseat, restraining you so that you would hurt yourself or try to escape their gentle clutches if you were to wake up. They both kissed your forehead before starting the car, driving off to their little cottage.

Large hands fondled your breasts and ass. Steve pinched your nipples and left bruising marks behind whereas Bucky spanked you and left hickies on your ass. They had changed you out of your cute, soft onesie and into something a little more revealing yet just as guileless. You had yet to wear off from the drugs, stuck in a deep slumber for only a few more minutes.

You let out little whimpers from their harsh yet sweet touches, grinding back into Bucky for another slap to the ass but shoving your chest closer to Steve for more than just fondling. Your head didn’t hurt, but your eyesight was hazy; blurry. You felt sluggish, tired yet fully rested. You struggled to keep your eyes open, but you regained consciousness eventually.

Your bed was… softer. The room was brighter and you were no longer buried with your stuffed animals that you adored with your whole heart. You rubbed your eyes and noticed that your onesie was replaced by a soft teddy. It was covered with Captain America shields and Winter Soldier wolves all over it. “Look who’s awake… Did you sleep well, little one?” Steve husked, giving your breasts two kisses before looking up at you.

Bucky soothingly rubbed your bare legs, catching the way you rubbed them at the nickname Steve had given you. You furrowed your eyebrows and realized that you were no longer in your room, and that you were sandwiched between your two best friends. “W- What the fuck?” You managed to spit, mustering up the scraps of strength and fury the drug had decently left behind. You were still sleepy, still hazy and still in little space; your voice small, cute, slurred.

A harsh slap stung throughout your thigh, making you whimper and cry out. Your body and mind felt fuzzy, sensitive. “Little girls like you don’t say nasty, grown up words like that.” Steve chided. “Sorry Daddy!” Nearly rolled off your tongue, but you were far too scared and confused to listen to him. They were your friends… and they kidnapped you?

“We didn’t kidnap you, little one. We brought you home!” Buck exclaimed happily, crinkling his eyes and scrunching his nose up. Your breathing sped up, your heart began to thump faster, and tears stung your doe-like eyes once reality fully came crashing down on you. Liquid diamonds rained down from your eyes, salty tears streaming all over your face. Your small sobs echoed throughout the room, and the two men quickly jumped to soothe you.

“Don’t be a crybaby, little one. You’re safe.” Bucky cooed, his cock hardening at the sight of you crying. Truthfully, they loved it when you cried. “Don’t fucking spoil your cute face, little one.” Steve spat, even though he wanted you to continue. “Go ahead and cry, little girl.” Bucky ushered, stripping himself of his clothes. Steve followed suit but all you could comprehend was them shuffling around. You only cried harder, curling up into yourself for comfort. Their cocks bounced up, towering at almost ten inches and the thickness was delicious. Mushroom tips raged and wept with pre-cum, dribbling all over their cock. They were so hard it nearly hurt, veins throbbing and cocks twitching. You wiped your eyes and marvelled at their godly bodies. Rippling muscles, defined Adonis belts, and large cock that made you salivate. Wetness drooled out of you, soaking the grey, cotton teddy you had on.

Your crying didn’t relent, though. “Cry for your Daddies, little one. Fucking cry.” Bucky spat, pulling you forward. You couldn’t hold back the dam; not when his words were what broke it. You cried, sobbed, fucking wailed your heart out because you just couldn’t keep a firm grasp on reality -- how, and why did they do this? Bucky leaned down to kiss you, smashing his lips against yours. Steve manhandled your body however he wanted, and you complied with ease. His large hands came down on your ass -- right, left, right, left. He spanked you harshly, enjoying the way you cried and jolted in pain. He wanted nothing more than to make you cry harder for him. “Go easy on her, she’s deep in little space.” Bucky weakly mumbled, pulling away from your lips and wrapping his hand on your neck.

Bucky shoved his tongue into your mouth and something convinced you to try and keep up. Bucky chuckled into your mouth at your weak attempt, squeezing your throat lightly. The pressure made you moan softly, tears still downcasting onto your beautiful face. Your cheeks were wet, eyes burning but they weren’t searing with heat like how your core was. Steve watched how your arousal soaked through the teddy, the wet patch growing larger and larger. Steve’s hands moved from your ass to your pussy, rubbing you through the drenched material. You moaned louder, holding back from bucking your hips against his fingers. Bucky pulled away and grabbed your hands, wrapping them around his big, thick cock. You nearly choked on your tears as you felt him, his sheer size shocking you. He would ruin you, they both would ruin you.

“C’mon, little one, stroke your Daddy’s big cock, make Daddy feel so, so good.” His voice meant order and you obliged quickly, making them both chuckle. You struggled to stroke him off, but god did you want to see him pleasured on the behest of you. You used his copious amount of pre-cum as lube, slickening your movements up. You looked up at him, watching as his beautiful face contorted into a frown of carnality. You sped up your movement, still sobbing away. You were confused -- did you want them to become your daddies and accept your fat, or did you want to leave? The confusion brought more tears to your eyes and down your cheeks. “Aw, crying for Daddy’s cock, huh?” He snickered, before groaning loudly. The veins beneath your soft hands throbbed and his cock pulsated, more pre-cum leaking from his tip.

Steve made quick work of ripping your teddy off and throwing it across the room, the shredded cloth landing on one of your stuffed animals. The sight of your wet, pretty little pussy made him moan. Steve brought his hand to your pussy and rubbed your folds, teasing you. “Please, Daddy…” You whimpered, not even realizing what you said. You pumped Bucky’s cock even harder and he pushed your head down to his cock. You stretched out your tongue wanting to leak up all the pre-cum and to suck him off. Bucky began to thrust his hips forwards, fucking your hands like a fleshlight. “You want my cum all over your face, don’t ya? Gonna mark you up real good, don’t worry little one.” He growled, wiping the tears off your face for a clearer canvas.

You nodded up at him, pushing your hips back against Steve’s hand. He tutted and spanked your ass again, the delicious sting making you moan. “None of that, little girl.” He chided, pulling his hand away from your aching cunt. His large hands returned to your ass and he pinched the irritated, abused soft skin until you were crying from the horrible yet pleasurable pain. Bu ky’s thrusts grew sloppy and irregular as you sped your hands up, desperate to make him cum “Fuck…” Bucky howled, white ropes of his cum shooting out from the tip. His cum painted streak on the soft skin of your tear-stained face, the warmth of it making you whimper. “Pretty baby, even prettier with her Daddy’s cum.” Steve cooed, making you shy away. His cum dripped from your face to your chest and even leaked on the bed, the copious amount making you marvel at him.

“Say it, baby. C’mon, we’ll give you anything you want, we’ll be your Daddies, just like you always wanted.” They both spoke, and you swooned completely. “I want you both t- to be my Daddies, please!” You begged, ending your plea with a loud bleat. Maybe they would let you go home after! “That’s a good girl.” Steve praised, making you smile. You were suddenly manhandled onto your back, your legs being folded up until it hurt to move them at all. Your wetness soaked your inner thighs, making them sticky and slick. Steve began to suck hickies all over your body and Bucky played with your pussy, rubbing your clit gently. You moaned loudly, pornographically and you were embarrassed at the lewd sound that left from you.

Bucky’s chest heaved, wincing from overstimulation as you gave him a few extra strokes. His cock was harder than before, dripping and leaking with sticky cum. You didn’t bother wiping the cum away from your face, and truthfully, you liked the feeling of it. Steve gripped your hips and pulled you against his hard cock — and he was just as big as Bucky. Rolling his hips, Steve grinded his cock against your weeping pussy that was just begging for pleasure. “Oh Daddy…” You mewled, looking back at Steve. His blue eyes were blown out with lust, and he was feral. Bucky’s hand came up to your face and he began to rub his cum into your face, making you feel humiliated and absolutely disgusted.

“No…!” You protested weakly, jerking your head away from his hand. Suddenly, a metal arm was tightly squeezing your throat and you began to bawl and blubber like a baby again. Bucky slowly eased his grip on your neck, adoring the way you wailed for him. “Such a fucking crybaby, can’t even handle what she bargains for.” He grumbled, making the tears come at ten-fold. You knew you were a crybaby and you absolutely hated it, but you just couldn’t help it. And they couldn’t help but make you cry. Your tears mixed with the streaks of cum on your face and your lips turned into a sour frown that was too cute for anyone to resist. Steve pulled your ass up into the air, spreading your legs out to showcase your untouched, sparkling clandestine jewel.

“Fuck, wanna taste this cunt so bad…” Steve groaned, and the image of him making you cum over and over on his mouth filled your corrupted mess of a mind. You moaned softly, your pussy clenching with delight. “Our little crybaby likes that… What about us fucking you over and over, cumming in that cute little pussy until you can’t fucking think about anything else but our cocks? You want that, baby?” Bucky husked in your ear, making you nod. Deep down inside you, you had to admit that you crushed on your two best friends and wished that they could be your daddies — but the sane part of you was terrified of them. They kidnapped you, drugged you, spied on you, and forced themselves on you; yet you weren’t fighting them at all.

“You like that, little one?” Bucky asked, rubbing your clit a little harder as Steve sucked on your sweet spot. You nodded, “uh huh,” and reached down to grip on Steve’s large biceps. The sting of your nail digging into his skin bit at his arms ferociously but he didn’t mind. He pulled away from your chest and Bucky shoved his arousal soaked fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his digits until they were cleaned and covered with your spit. You smiled around his fingers, making him coo at you. Bucky pulled his fingers out of your mouth and they both kneeled between your open legs. “You want us to fuck you, baby? You want Bucky to take your virginity?” Steve questioned, pushing two fingers into your tight cunt. You shrieked at the sheer stretch and pleasure his fingers brought. He slowly stroked your wet, sensitive walls, brushing past that spot that you never seemed to find.

Your entire body quivered, shuddering from the immense pleasure. The obscene, slick, squelching sounds your pussy made reverberated throughout the room, making you feel ashamed. “You gonna cum, little one?” Steve questioned, slowing down the already leisurely pace that his fingers went with. “Y- Yeah… Can I cum Daddy? Please?” You begged, your voice high pitched. The knot in your stomach tightened and the pressure inside you built up quickly. Steve sped his fingers up and Bucky rubbed your clit, pushing you over the edge. “Cum, little one.” Steve demanded, pressing his fingers against your g-spot. Your legs trembled and you cried out, feeling a powerful orgasm surging through your body. You shut your legs closed and tried to crawl away from the two super soldiers, but you were quickly pulled back towards them with nowhere to run and hide.

You clenched down onto Steve’s fingers tightly, squeezing them as you came all around them. Steve continued to fuck you with his digits, and Bucky didn’t dare to relent his abuse on your clit. “Uh uh!” You protested, pushing at their strong hands. Your cum coated Steve’s fingers, making them shine with your slickness. You panted heavily and rolled your eyes back into your skull, relishing in the pleasure. Your high didn’t fall and soon you became overstimulated, tears leaking from the sensitivity. Your body buzzed and you trembled from their hands on your poor pussy. Bucky soon stopped rubbing your clit and Steve eventually pulled his fingers out of your pussy, making you clamp your legs shut. You were exhausted yet you still wanted more. Steve lapped up your juices from his fingers, moaning at the sweet yet slightly bitter taste of you on his soft tongue.

He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a distinct pop that made you jump with shock. Bucky crawled onto your almost limp body, his cock slapping against your thigh. “We’re gonna ruin you, little one.” He rasped in your ear, slapping the mushroom head of his cock on your overwrought clit. Steve rubbed his cock on your pouting bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth with no warning. The salacious sounds of your gags filled the room. Both Steve and Bucky flashed you a wolfish smirk as you looked up at them, pearly whites taunting you. Bucky slowly sheathed himself into your pussy, stretching you out with his large cock. “Fuck!” He groaned, bruising your hips with his hands. He slowly bottomed out, his cock almost seeming as if it wasn’t going to end.

Swollen balls slapped against your chin as Steve fucked your mouth without relent, drool and saliva dripping everywhere. You looked up at him, his hair disheveled and face flushed with arousal. You tried to hollow your cheeks around him, but his harsh thrusts stopped you in every possible way. The tip of Bucky’s cock slightly nudged against your cervix, but he ignored your winces of pain. Bucky pushed his hips back and forth, his large cock stroking your g-spot as he began to fuck you. Steve threw his head back, lulling as you moaned around him. “You look so fucking good with my cock stuffed in your mouth, little one.” He groaned, fucking your face even harder. Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks as he pushed your head all the way down his cock, forcing you to deep throat him. The tip of your nose nuzzled against the dirty blond colour of his pubic hair. Bucky drove his cock in and out of your hard and fast, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“You feel so fucking good around my cock, little one.” Bucky moaned in ecstasy as you clenched down on his cock. Your slick coated his cock, dripping onto the pastel bed sheets under you. You felt the pressure inside you beginning to build up, your legs spreading even wider as your back arched off the bed. Bucky brought his fingers back to your clit and rubbed the special pearl of nerves until you were cumming around his thick cock. Squeezing around the fromer Winter Soldier, you came with a scream that wasn’t muffled. Steve pulled his cock out and pinched the swollen tip to stave off his long awaited release. Sheer, slightly tinted slickness dripped from your abused pussy. Bucky fucked into you harder, the sight of you coming undone around his cock fueling his thrusts.

Steve shoved his cock back into your mouth and began thrusting his hips back and forth. “Fuck, ‘m not gonna last.” Steve howled, feeling his balls tighten up as he neared his orgasm. “Me either.” Bucky added, before swearing under his breath. You squirmed around as the pleasure became too much for you to handle, but a slap to the thigh has you stopping. “She can barely handle our cocks.” Bucky laughed, making a wave of immense embarrassment wash over you. Your moans barely left your mouth as they were muffled by Steve’s cock. Gripping the biceps of the Captain above you, your clawed marks into him as you came again. Your vision had stars and darkness as your throbbing oussy came around Bucky’s cock, triggering both his and Steve’s orgasms.

White, hot, thick streaks of cum shot down your throat and you had no choice but to sputter and swallow. The phantomness of the taste of Steve’s cum haunted you, your mouth slightly sticky. Steve pulled out of your mouth and your gasp for air turned into one of surprise as Bucky pumped you full of his cum. The copious amounts of it shocked you, the feeling of it almost made your moan. Steve shuddered from his powerful orgasm, drawing back from the only thing that seemed to phase him. Bucky pulled out of you and watched as his cum followed, scandalously leaking out of your poor, abused pussy. They were both still just as hard as before as Bucky flipped you onto your stomach and switched places with Steve. “P- Please, i’m too tired… Just let me go, please! I won’t tell anyone- and we can still be friends!” You bargained, giving them both your best puppy eyes.

You were ready to get on your knees to beg and grovel, but it didn’t seem as if they were going to let you go. Steve pushed back into you with ease, but Bucky struggled to shove his cock into your mouth. Tears began to leak once again and Bucky wiped them away, but they still continued. Steve began to fuck you, his hips slamming against your ass. Bucky thrusted his cock in and out of your mouth slowly, the sounds of your gags and moans falling onto your ears. Steve slammed a hand down against your ass and spanked with hard, revelling in the way your ass rippled from the blow. Bucky wrapped his hand around your throat, feeling as his cock drove in and out of your mouth. “Fuck… Such a tight little cunt.” Steve moaned, spanking your ass again. Your tears had ended as you realized that they wouldn’t let you go, and that this was your new normal.

“Go ahead and cry, little girl.” They both cooed, continuing to defile you.

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Part 5 - On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your face

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Author's Note: I hope that you're enjoying this series. Please, let me know what you think!

Warnings: none that I can think of!

Word Count: 450

When Mat has weeknights off with no hockey, you always make it a habit to try to come home a little bit earlier than normal from work. Today was no different. You left for work earlier than usual so that you could leave at 4 pm. You arrived at your apartment just after five with the May sun slowly starting to set. As the days got closer to summer, the sun staying out longer than normal.

Mat greets you with a hug and he instructs you to go and sit on the deck. You open the sliding door and sit on one of the outdoor chairs you have. You smile at what’s set up. Mat has two wine glasses sitting on the table with a glass of your favorite wine. Additionally, Mat set up a tray of condiments for chili with candles lining the table. You open the bottle of wine and begin pouring for you both.

“Oh, I was going to do that,” Mat pouts as he sets the chili on the table. “I tried that recipe in the pressure cooker like you normally make. I think it turned out pretty good.”

“Everything looks great,” you say with a smile and had Mat a glass of wine. He accepts it and gives you a smooth, soft kiss that erupts butterflies in your stomach. You both break away breathlessly, and you sit in your chair. “Why are you sitting there?”

You furrow your eyebrows, wondering what Mat was talking about. “It’s a chair.”

“No, sit here,” Mat says as he sits on the outdoor chair made for more than one person. He wanted to sit right next to you.

“Okay,” you say and move around the table to sit next to Mat. He begins to scoop chili for you both, and you top your bowl with cheese, tortilla chips, sour cream, and scallions. Mat adds his condiments, and you both eat while catching up about your day. When you’re both finished eating, Mat insists that you remain seated outside as he cleans up. You giggle as you watch Mat try to fit everything into the dishwasher.

When he returns, Mat fills up both your glasses of wine and pulls you close to him. He looks at you and smiles at what he sees. The gold of the setting sun is illuminating your eyes and reflecting off your hair. “I love you,” is the first thing that escapes from his mouth. You look at Mat and crinkle your eyes.

“I love you, too,” you reply. Mat’s heart races as he watches you sitting in the glow of the sun. How is it possible he got to be with someone so pretty?

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kingkatsuki · 3 years ago

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Hey bb, hope you're having a good Tuesday

Sending you this pretty duo

Hey Shellz! I’m having a good day! I just started watching Peacemaker with the bf, it’s so good?😂I hope you’re having a lovely Tuesday too!!

Look at them🥺this is still my fave bnha movie I think!!

#jo talks

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recareels · 5 months ago

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HI CLARI 💘 just wanted to say ty for being so sweet in the tags on my Childe piece hehe. It makes me shiver with how quickly he can switch from being this adorable sweet guy who wants to carry your bags into easily the most terrifying and dangerous man to have so close to your throat 🥴 I can’t stand him really!!!! He’s so possessive and GAH!! He makes my tummy do flips 😵‍💫

hi sweet andy ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)!♡ i hope tuesday is treating you kindly bb!! omg of course, i loved it so much!!! it’s such a fun concept and literally so on brand for him it isn’t even funny!!! the thought of him being protective—overwhelmingly so, to the point where it very much veers into yandere territory (hello stalking n keeping tabs on you!)—makes me so GIDDYYYYY EEEEE (/ω＼) but yes!!! his duality is one of the first things that drew me to him, and the fact that he can swap between the two in a mere instant (as well as use one (sweetness) to mask the other (terror) when it benefits him), like so fucking fast it gives you whiplash, so quick you can’t even make sense of what the heck just happened, is just ughhhhh delicious and SO flippin interesting!!!

he can be so incredibly disarming, expertly using charm + playful smiles as his weapons to shatter shields of protection and caution, to foster trust and nurture closeness, that you won’t even know how truly dangerous he is until you’re drowning in him—and by then it’s too late.

#like i love that line about him being a wolf in sheep's clothing because he IS #he is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#idk idk idk he's so INTERESTING to me like #he's one of the most interesting characters in the game imo #and the fact that he KEEPS SHOWING UP is super intriguing too #SORRY I RAMBLED IN THIS I COULD JUST GO ON ABOUT HIM FOREVERRRRRRRR #he's so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! uGH #my beloved my original genshin man #the only reason i started playing this godforsaken game i loVE U #inky.andy #inky.ajax #ANDY GO TAKE A SIP OF WATER RIGHT NOW PLS #i shall do the same i am SO dehydrated from this fever #ily ily ily!!! have a fab rest of the week!! <33 #clari gets mail

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inkykeiji · 1 year ago

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Idk if you've heard of them but these Sukuna drabbles are giving me "Tear You Apart" energy by She Wants Revenge.

HEHEHE I HAVE HEARD THEM actually that song is on one of my dabi playlists!!! but i can soooo see where ur coming from omg!!!

tear you apart also reminds me of tomura like A LOT hahaha <3

#i love that song #that’s so cool that you’ve made that connection!!! <3 #i hope you’re doing well bb <33 #have a fab tuesday n pls stay safe + drink water!!!#sending u lots of love!!#clari gets mail

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call-me-rei · 3 years ago

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Candy Conversations

***Just warning you now, this one is rated R***

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I love February. Love is always in the air for the first two weeks and then we start to fade from winter to spring in the last two weeks. Everything feels nice and cozy.

The entire month is great, but I especially love two specific days of the month: the tenth and the fourteenth.

February 10 is my fiancé, Vic’s, birthday. Ever since we started dating, I’ve always tried to make that day special for him. Some years I’d make a nice dinner, others I’d take us out to do something new. Last year I booked us a trip to Yellowstone for his twenty-ninth birthday. We saw the geysers and made love in the hot springs in the dark. It was a wonderful memory.

This year though Vic had to work late on his birthday. He was so exhausted when he came home that he wasn’t in the mood to do anything that night; he didn’t even have dinner. He apologized profusely the next morning and I told him we could make up for it on Valentine’s Day if he wanted. He agreed and we left it at that. I would’ve said or done more, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise I had for him.

“Okay babe, I’m leaving.” I looked up from the coffee pot and toward my future husband. He walked in wearing a dark grey suit with a black tie and light blue dress shirt. I bit my lip as I looked him up and down.

Damn, I sure knew how to pick an outfit. And a man.

“You look so good,” I whispered as I pulled him in by his tie. His hands found their way to my hips as our lips connected. I savored the feeling of our lips moving together and pushed myself closer to him. His grip on my hips tightened, and so did the space in my pants.

“Babe,” Vic groaned against my lips. I sighed and pulled away, knowing what he would say. And even though I knew it wasn’t his fault, I couldn’t help but pout.

Vic had been incredibly busy lately. His company had the chance to sign on a new client and he was in charge of the pitch for them. While this was a great opportunity, it meant that he was working long hours and barely had time to spend with me. I knew he hated it as much as I did, but it was his job and he couldn’t help it.

I just wish it didn’t interfere with our sex life. I missed being kissed like I’d just kissed him. I missed touching him and feeling his skin on mine, his body against mine as we held each other through our movements and sweat and moans. God, I missed sex with him. We hadn’t been intimate in almost a month and it was getting to me.

I shook those thoughts from my mind as best I could and finished getting Vic’s coffee together. It wasn’t long before I felt his arms snake around my waist and his chin on my shoulder.

“I loved my note,” I said softly. I saw him smile from the corner of my eye and kiss my cheek.

On special days like Valentine’s Day and my birthday, or hell, even a random Tuesday, Vic would leave sticky notes with sweet messages for me to find. This morning I found one on the coffee machine that read:

Waking up to you gives me a better feeling than a cup of coffee ever could ♡

“There’s a few more of them hidden around.”

“I know. I can’t wait to find them all.” I turned my head and kissed him, more innocently this time.

“I hope you can find them all before I get home. I love your reactions whenever I do this.” I giggled. He was referring to the fact that I always sent him cute pictures or videos whenever I found one of his messages. They always made my day and he needed to know.

“What time do you think you’ll be home today?”

He smiled. “I’ll be back by five. There’s no way in hell I’m staying late today.” I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face. Vic wasn’t one to forget important days in our relationship, so I should’ve figured that he would do everything in his power to spend Valentine’s with me.

I nudged him back so he would let go of me, then I wrapped my arms around his neck. Once again, his hands made their way to my hips and we shared a sweet kiss. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too.” He pecked my lips then reached behind me to pick up his travel mug of coffee and his lunch that I’d put on the counter. “I’ll see you tonight.” I nodded and watched as he walked out of the house.

I sighed and made my way to our bedroom. I’d woken up before Vic to get his things ready, so I hadn’t washed my face or brushed my hair. I walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day and was met with another one of my fiancé’s sweet notes.

You look breathtaking at every moment of the day. I’m so lucky I get to look at you

I blushed like he was saying those words to me and snapped a mirror selfie to send to him.

I found this one. You’re sweet 😊

V: I’m also lucky but I already said that in the note 😉

Lol shut up

Shouldn’t you be driving?

V: I was about to but I tried to put my coffee in the cupholder and I found these

He’d sent a photo of the three candy hearts I put in his cupholder this morning when he was getting dressed. From left to right they said, “Be Mine,” “I’m Yours,” and “Love Ya.”

V: I’m yours too bb. I love you so much! ♥

A warm feeling flowed through me when I read his message. I smiled and replied:

I love you too. Have a great day 😘

V: I’ll try. I have meetings today so hopefully you can make it interesting

I chuckled. Oh, if only he knew how interesting I was planning on making it.

***

Vic had been at work for three hours and he hadn’t texted me. I knew he was in a meeting and would message me when he was out and on his lunch break, but I was bored as fuck. It was my day off and I’d already gone shopping for dinner tonight. That was all I had planned for the day.

Well, that and my surprise for him, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to start on that yet.

I huffed as I sat back against the couch and flipped through channels on the TV. Maybe I should start on his surprise. It would make both of our days more interesting.

I pondered the thought as I looked down onto the table at the note I’d found on my steering wheel.

You drive me crazy ;)

Vic had most likely put it there when he’d gotten home the night before, knowing I wouldn’t use my car until today. The note itself had me thinking. Maybe I could see just how crazy I could make him.

Without allowing for time to talk myself out of it, I pulled out my phone and opened the camera. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but I knew I wanted to work with the driving Vic crazy prompt. I eventually made a decision and tousled my hair a bit then started a video.

I sat back against the couch and ran my fingers through my hair then down my neck. I kept an innocent look on my face, making sure my eyes held a soft expression and my lips were pouty and parted. I licked my lips slowly then bit my bottom one, trying my best to look at the camera seductively as I did so. Then I winked and ended the video.

I drive you crazy huh? How’s this?

I knew what that video would do to him, so I sent it with the message and waited. It took a few minutes, but I got the response I was hoping for.

V: Fuck babe, the things I would do to you right now…

Calm down sir you’re at work

V: Call me sir again 😉

I rolled my eyes and ignored the message. At least I knew he wasn’t too busy for my messages. That would work in my favor for the rest of the day.

***

Another hour passed, meaning that Vic would be on his lunch break soon. We hadn’t texted since I sent him the video, so I thought it was the perfect time for part two of my surprise. With a smile I walked into the kitchen and pulled out the whipped cream from the fridge. Then I walked back to the couch and took my shirt off.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing but I knew the reaction I wanted. So I sprayed the whipped cream down my upper half, starting at my pecs and going down to just below my bellybutton. Then I started another video.

I started at my bellybutton, showing the work I’d done, then panned the camera up to just show my lips. I slowly traced a finger from my bottom lip down to my neck. My finger went farther down, making contact with the whipped cream. I collected as much of the sticky substance as I could as I went down to where the line stopped. Then I moved my finger and the camera back up to my lips and made a show of me sucking the whipped cream off of my digit. I sucked it like it was Vic’s dick, putting all of it in my mouth and running my tongue on the underside of it. Of course Vic was much bigger than my finger, but the imagery was enough to make me moan thinking about having him in my mouth again. Once my finger was clean, I stopped recording and waited for Vic’s message when he found what I left in his lunch.

Uh babe? What’s this about?

I giggled. Vic had sent a picture of the candy heart I left in his lunch. This one said “Lick Me.”

I sent him my latest video with the caption:

Do you want a taste?

It didn’t take long for him to reply.

V: I will come back home right now and taste you

Please? Maybe you can clean me up better than I just did

V: No I’ll end up making a bigger mess on you

I guess I’ll have to clean it up the same way 😉

V: Don’t tempt me Kells. I may have to teach you a lesson when I get home

I smiled triumphantly. That’s what I was hoping for.

Why not now? 😏

V: Because I wouldn’t go back to work if I came home now. And you wouldn’t be able to go to work tomorrow either

I blushed. I knew what he meant, and I was hoping he would follow through with it.

Maybe that’s what I want 😉

V: Don’t tempt me Kellin

I sighed. He was right, I was messing with him too much.

Fine. I’m gonna wash all this off and find something to do before I get ready for dinner

I locked my phone before he could respond and took it with me to the bathroom. And I had every intention of just stripping and going into the shower…

But I couldn’t help myself. I took off the rest of my clothes and posed in the mirror to where my naked butt was in full view and I was looking at it over my shoulder. I took a couple pictures and picked my favorite to send to Vic.

One more so you don’t miss me too much 😘

V: Just wait til I get home

I giggled as I read his threat and decided to leave him alone. I couldn’t wait for him to walk through our door later tonight though.

***

The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful. I refrained from sending Vic more pictures and videos because I knew he had an important meeting after lunch and he needed to focus. That didn’t mean I didn’t want to though. The urge was strong, but I knew he’d be upset with seeing me exposed before he had to present in front of his bosses. Presenting with a boner wasn’t ideal in his business.

I resorted back to watching TV for a couple hours before I thought it was finally time for me to start preparing dinner. I went to the kitchen and pulled out the vegetables I’d need for the meal to wash and slice them.

About another hour of prepping the side dishes and main coarse later, I was finally putting the meal together to cook. I had just put the chicken and vegetables in the oven to bake when I heard the front door open and shut. I smiled to myself knowing that my fiancé was finally home.

“Hey babe,” I called out. Footsteps followed my voice to the kitchen. “I missed you,” I said as I worked on cleaning the counter from the mess I’d made. “How was your da-”

I was cut off by Vic grabbing my upper arm to turn me around. He crashed his lips onto mine as soon as I was facing him. We moved against each other hungrily, him more so than me, touching and moaning in between heavy breaths and tight grips on the other’s clothes or body. I grinded my hips into his to try to ease the tension building in my lower half. That’s when he pulled away.

“You had me wanting to do that all day,” he said in a husky voice.

“Did I?” I asked before biting my bottom lip seductively.

He hummed as a response. "You should make it up to me. You know, if you're willing." I smiled. Vic was so sweet and always asked for my consent before we did anything rougher than usual. The fact that he was asking me at that moment meant that he had something planned for me, and I was ready for it.

"Yes, I'm willing," I answered. The look in his eyes changed instantly from caring to lustful. I knew I was in for it.

He reached forward and grabbed the back of my head, gripping onto my hair and pushing me down until I was on my knees in front of him. I adjusted myself to be level with his crotch the way he wanted. He didn’t need to tell me what he was expecting.

With delicate fingers I undid his belt and the button of his pants. I looked up at him and watched him bite his lip in anticipation and took off his jacket as I slowly pulled down his zipper. He took initiative then and slipped off his shoes and his pants, leaving him in his boxers and dress shirt.

I felt up my fiancé's legs, loving the softness of his skin against my hands. That soft skin changed to the light material that composed his boxers. I trailed my hands up the fabric until I reached the waistband. Once again, I looked at him with innocent eyes and pulled them down to release him.

I loved seeing Vic exposed. Just seeing how excited he was because of me made me feel fearless and confident. I knew there wasn't a limit on the things I could do to pleasure him, and I wanted to go through most of them that night.

So I started with licking my lips at the size of his dick then kissing his tip lightly. There was already precum on it, most likely from the videos I'd sent earlier. He had probably been thinking about me while he was driving home. I trailed light kisses down his length to his balls and back up again, lightly sucking here and there just to tease him. He hated when I did that, but he put me in control first and I'd been tempting him all day. Why not ride it out?

I gave him another kiss on his tip, this one slow and lingering. He tugged on a handful of my hair urging me to get on with it. I almost chuckled at him, but I couldn't deny that I wanted to get started too. So I did.

Another lingering kiss led to me taking his tip into my mouth. I sucked on it softly and slowly ran the tip of my tongue over it before pulling up to do it all again.

“You’d better not be planning on doing this shit all night,” my fiancé growled, tightening the grip on my hair. He was threatening me, but I knew it was because he was enjoying my teasing. He knew what was coming would be even better.

Not wanting to prolong our pleasure any longer, I ran my tongue up his length from his balls and took as much of him into my mouth as I could before I gagged. A sigh of pleasure and relief left Vic’s lips as the grip on my hair tightened even more. I used his reaction as motivation and moved my head back and forth, keeping a tight seal around him with my lips and finding opportune times to run my tongue along his skin.

“Fuck Kellin,” Vic moaned. I glanced up to see his mouth opened slightly and his eyes closed. I slowly pulled my mouth off of him and kissed down his cock until I got to his balls and sucked on them as I stroked him. He took a moment to look down at me and push some hair out of my face.

“You look so good while you do that,” he panted. I looked up at him again while I took one of his balls into my mouth, sucked on it hard, and let it leave my lips with a quiet “pop.”

Vic guided my head up by my hair and brought my mouth level with his dick again. “Open,” he ordered. I did what was asked and was rewarded by him filling my mouth up. This time he held my head in place while he thrust himself into me. I moaned when he hit the back of my throat and looked up at him with teary eyes, silently begging for him to continue as pleasure filled my body.

I needed this; I loved this. I wanted more.

I tightened the grip my lips had on him so he knew to slow down. He let go of my head and let me continue at my own pace for a few more minutes before it became too much for me. I needed more than this.

Vic must’ve known that I was desperate for him because he reached down and pulled my hand to help me onto my feet. Once I was standing, he kissed me hungrily. His hands went straight for my ass, groping and grasping as his tongue played with mine. A moan escaped my mouth and went into his with another squeeze of my backside. My fingers tangled in his hair, desperately trying to bring him closer to me. Sometime during our make out session I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us to our bedroom, never breaking the connection our lips had.

Vic walked us over to our bed and lightly tapped on my legs to let me know I needed to loosen my grip. When I did, he dropped me onto the mattress and got on top of me. We kissed a bit more before his lips made their way to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. Vic knew that made me go crazy; I was a moaning mess underneath him.

I clawed at the back of his shirt wishing I was leaving marks on his skin instead. As if he read my mind, he pulled away from me to take off the light blue shirt and the thin white shirt underneath. I looked up at him for a moment, admiring him in all his naked glory.

Damn, I had a sexy man.

He came back toward me and pulled me to a sitting position by my hands. He then grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His eyes traced over my upper body, admiring my tattoos and the color of my skin before he looked into my eyes. I leaned forward to kiss him, and he laid us back onto the bed.

Our kiss deepened and our hands roamed once again. Soon I was completely naked with hickeys beginning to form on my neck. By the time my brain could catch up with the actions happening in the room, Vic had stuck two of his fingers in my mouth and commanded me to suck.

I did as I was told and let him thrust his fingers in and out of my mouth to get them wet enough for what he wanted to do. Once he was ready he made me spread my legs so he could insert his fingers into me.

I moaned in relief when I felt him enter me. I’d been wanting something to fill me since that first kiss in the kitchen, and even though it wasn’t his dick, I was happy to have something. I leaned my head back against the mattress and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers stretching me out and his other hand stroking me.

“Please, Vic,” I heard myself moan when the feeling got too intense. He only chuckled before kissing both of my inner thighs and leaving the bed. I knew where he was going so I didn’t bother looking in his direction. I just focused on the pleasure I knew was coming.

And a few seconds later I heard the familiar sounds of a cap popping open and closing. I sat up then and watched as he sauntered over to me with a devilish grin on his perfect lips. I couldn’t help but blush at him. I stood up before he made it back to me and walked over to kiss him. I grabbed his dick as I did so and stroked it, rubbing the lube all around the area. His breathing hitched as he walked us back to the bed. I pulled away when I felt the mattress hit the back of my legs and turned us around. Then I pushed him back so he hit the bed with his back.

Vic smirked. He knew that I wanted to be in control so he let me do what I needed to do. That night I needed to experience everything he had to offer. I got on top of him and kissed him roughly before lining myself up and sinking onto his cock. Sighs of pleasure escaped both of our mouths the moment he slipped into me.

Once I got comfortable I rode him like my life depended on it. I bounced up and down and rolled my hips while I moaned, cursed, and screamed his name. I leaned my head down into the crook of his neck and he took control, thrusting his hips up to hit that one spot inside of me again and again. I left a bite mark on his neck, not that he cared.

Eventually Vic rolled us over so he was on top. He continued his assault on my prostrate, hitting that spot and making me shake and scream more than I ever thought was humanly possible. His back was covered in my claw marks and my hips were bruised from his rough grip on them. Just the thought of the marks we’d left on each other got me closer and closer to a release.

A few hard strokes and hungry kisses later and I was close to a climax. I begged for Vic to touch me while I dug my nails into his biceps. He flicked his wrist quickly and rubbed his thumb over my tip as he pounded me. I rolled my eyes and head back as pleasure took over me and I came on my stomach.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Vic growled. He kept his hand on me and let me ride out my high until I told him to stop because the feeling was too intense. When I finally came down, I pulled Vic to me by his neck and kissed him with all the passion I could muster. I moved my hips against him in time with his thrusts as the kiss deepened. Soon he was pulling out of me and telling me to kneel on the ground so he could cum on my face.

He got me a wet wipe to clean myself up with and pulled me up to join him on the bed. We laid there out of breath, tangled together by our legs, and sharing much sweeter kisses than the ones we had earlier.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” my fiancé said after he placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow down while he ran his fingers up and down my back. We stayed like that for a few minutes – content with our actions and enjoying our time together – before I heard the alarm I had set for the chicken go off.

I groaned in annoyance as Vic chuckled. “Is it time for dinner?”

“I guess so,” I responded with an embarrassed giggle. Vic kissed the top of my head before he patted my back.

“I’ll go turn the oven off. Why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll join you when I’m done? Then we can eat before round two.”

I smiled. “Sounds goo- wait, round two?”

“Yeah. I get dessert after dinner, don’t i?” I blushed and bit my lip as I nodded. “Great. I can’t wait to find out if those candy hearts taste as good coming from your lips.”

#One Shots #Kellic #Vic Fuentes #Kellin Quinn #Kellic fanfiction #Kellic fanfic

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buckys-black-dress · 4 years ago

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a fine line, part four

a/n: heyyy! sorry this part took so long :( i was feeling really shitty this past week, so here it finally is! i hope u guys like it :)

wc: 3.7k words

This week was going... strangely well.

And of course, it was because of James.

On Monday when you walked into your first ever shared lecture, everything was already set up. There was even a coffee and breakfast waiting for you, which James graciously handed to you with a bright smile upon your entrance.

“Good morning, Y/N. Did you sleep well last night?” He asks with an innocent smile, but you knew he wasn’t all that clueless.

“Good morning James. I did, in fact, sleep very well last night. I hope you did too, because we have a long day ahead of us.” You give a tight smirk with your words, looking at the coffee and bakery bag in his hands. “What’s that?”

“Oh! For you. This is day one, remember?” He says, handing you them and retreating to his desk. “Also, I spoke to Fury about the class sizes. Although he wasn’t much help and basically told me I was on my own, I did send an email to my students about the way they should behave while you’re here. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, or anything.”

“O-oh. Thanks. I really appreciate that.” You mumble, looking down.

“Yeah, of course. Is there anything else you might need to do this?” He asks in a sincere tone. You felt so weird.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so. Thank you, though.” You smile.

“Well, let’s get started then.” James turns around to open the door, waiting for students to file in until class officially started.

You were extremely nervous, to say the least, but it was comforting knowing that he was trying to make you feel more at home in this space.

Tuesday was more of the same. He, again, brought you breakfast, and had his class in line. But the thing that was different today was the sweet note attached with the lunch he brought.

Y/N, I hope you know how serious I am about all of this. Part of that means paying attention to what you like and don’t like. I know you hate milk in your coffee, large crowds, and when people think English class is a joke. I also know you hate hot coffee, but love tea. And you love grilled cheese, which is what I got you from that café across campus. Enjoy :) -BB

You smiled down at the greasy paper bag, smelling heavenly as ever. Your stomach rumbled after a long lecture with James, and just as you were to plop down into your office chair, a knock sounded from the doorframe, and a large body appearing.

“Hey. Like the lunch?” James asks, his hands in his pockets while walking in slowly.

“Y-Yeah, how’d you know?” You ask, smiling down at the sandwich.

“I mean, I see you there a lot with Nat and Wanda, so I thought I’d treat ya to one. I pay attention to you more than you think.” He says, and your brows pull together as you try not to laugh. “I- that made me sound like a creep.” He looks down in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, James,” you smile, “I really appreciate it. Thank you.” You look down at the warm sandwich again. “Would you like the other half?” You extend it out to him, and he watches with wide eyes.

“Oh, n-no, I wouldn’t wanna impose like that, it was for you-”

“James, I insist. Please, sit.” You motion to your chair across your desk.

He sits with you and conversation flows easily between you two, and it was a huge change from where you two stood a month ago. If someone told you a month ago that James Barnes was trying to woo you, to make you accept his apology, then you would’ve laughed in their face.

But sitting here now, with him, you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

That is, until you hear the clicking of heels from the hall, and a certain redhead peeking her head in your office.

“Oh! Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t realize you already had lunch plans,” Natasha says with a smirk, moving to leave your office. You watched with wide eyes, and you knew she was going to have a word with you about this later.

“Great.” You say, hitting your head against your desk, while James is chuckling from his spot.

“Y’know, she’s definitely somethin’ else.” He laughs, looking at you carefully. “It’s not a bad thing, right?” He asks.

“What’s not a bad thing?” You ask, confused.

“That Natasha saw us in here... together...?” He sounds like he’s asking a question, but he’s not sure.

“No... We’re... friends, right? Friends eat lunch together...” You tell him, although you also sound unsure of yourself.

“Yeah... friends.” Bucky feels his chest tighten in a way he’s only felt a few times in his life before.

You both carry on eating, but you don’t see the way he’s looking at you. It almost looks like... longing.

Wednesday was slowly escalating Bucky’s promise to you. After a long day of teaching, there was a bottle of wine waiting on your desk when you returned to collect your things for the evening. Another note was attached to it.

Dear Y/N,

Here’s a little something to help you get through tomorrow and Friday. Hope you enjoy. :)

- BB

You look at the bottle, and it’s an aged Sauvignon from France. It was a nice bottle, and you know he took his time picking it out. It made your insides tingle knowing he thought of you and what would impress you.

You picked up the bottle, looking at it for another minute before sliding it into your bag and gathering your papers and laptop.

You wanted to knock on his door to say thank you, but it was already shut, so you assumed he was either already gone or speaking privately with someone.

You decided you would just text him to thank him, and with that you decided to leave your office for the night.

Little did you know, James was having a conversation with one of the students he had come to love and whom he had become very close with over the course of their time together.

“Dr. B, you weren’t being so subtle in class today, y’know?” The boy’s scratchy voice said.

“What’re ya talkin’ about, Parker?” His voice was tired from lecturing all day, but he couldn’t deny the way his heart rate picked up at the boy’s words.

“Well, with Dr. Y/L/N... I don’t know, you look at her like how I look at MJ...” He tells his professor.

“Well I sure hope so, ‘cause I like her... a lot...” Bucky shoves his head into his hands and takes a deep breath, while the student still stares at him.

“Well why don’t you tell her?!” Peter exclaims, hands flailing around with wide eyes. “You guys would be awesome together! Oh man, I can’t wait to tell MJ, she’s gonna love this- You know Dr. Y/L/N is like, her favorite teacher ever?-” Peter starts rambling, but is cut off by Bucky’s gruff voice.

“L-Listen, kid, it’s not that easy. I messed up with her before, and I’m trying to make it up to her. I did some things that... that I’m not proud of before, and now it’s time for me to win her over, but I’m runnin’ short on ideas, here.” He explains to the youngling.

“Oh- Well, what’re you thinking?” Peter asks, ideas already running through his head.

And once Bucky explains what happened and what he’d been doing this whole week, Peter jumped in his seat.

“Maybe MJ can help! She sees her like, every day anyways, so maybe we can like, ask her to do something. Something subtle, but something Dr. Y/L/N will know is from you. We all know she doesn’t like all that flashy crap.”

And so the two got to planning the rest of the week, and came up with ways to have MJ help as well, just to add that little somethin’ for you.

Thursday went by in a flash, but there was something by lunchtime that you couldn’t shake from your thoughts.

James hadn’t done anything today, and you were scared.

Scared that he gave up, that he doesn’t care anymore.

Scared that you’re not worth it anymore.

By 3 PM, you couldn’t help but feel small and like a fool. You were sitting at your desk between classes, trying to work on some grading to take your mind off the events of the day.

Or lack thereof.

Until there was a knock at your door, a knock you’ve known for almost two years now.

“MJ, come in! How are you today, hun?” You ask in the cheeriest voice you can muster right now.

One of your most treasured students walks in and sets her bag down on the chair in front of your desk.

“Hi Dr. Y/L/N. I have a message for you.” She tells you very vaguely. You raise an eyebrow at the girl, but allow her to continue with a brief nod.

“Uhm, alright?” You tell her.

“Y/N,” you raise your brows at the use of your first name, “I know I haven’t always been the kindest you. I know that I’ve made you doubt me and my honesty. And I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I’d like to change that. I’ve spent the better part of this week trying to figure out how I was going to make you understand just how sorry I am for the way I treated you. I made you feel like you weren’t enough, that you were the problem, but in the end, I had to sit and think.

This was all my fault. I made us this way, but now it’s up to me to fix it. I hope you know, you are one in a million, and I want you to see that. I want you to see yourself the way I see you. So, I have a simple favor to ask of you. Tomorrow night, be ready at seven o’clock sharp in your prettiest dress. Love, James.”

And before your brain could even process the fact that James was asking you out on a date and calling you beautiful, the door opened once again, and a student you’ve often seen milling in and out of James’ office.

He was holding a bouquet of assorted flowers of beautiful greenery and colors that you’ve never even imagined of.

“Hi Dr. Y/L/N. These are for you.” He hands them to you, and remember his name to be Peter Parker, MJ’s boyfriend.

“Oh- Oh my God, thank you, Peter. And you too, MJ. You’re both absolute gems.” You say with a severe blush dusting your face.

“Of course, Doctor. That’s all we’ve got for our part, have a good rest of your day.” MJ smiles as she grabs Peter’s hand and leave your office.

You wave them off and give them a sweet smile.

You stare down at the floral arrangement in your hands, and couldn’t contain the wide smile that you had spread across your face.

You had only seen James through class today, and it had gone extremely well. You gave a full lecture, and your lesson plans had been going over really well with the class. Although James hadn’t done anything today, it had lifted your mood to see you were doing well with this lesson.

But now, you were over the moon, and nothing could ruin your day.

You slowly bounded into James’ office, finding him facing away from the door, murmuring something to himself as he flicked his eyes from his computer to the papers in front of him.

“Hey, stranger.” You say with another grin that made James’ stomach flutter at the sight. You were leaning against his door frame, bag slung across your shoulder and the flowers in hand.

“H-Hey. How are you?” He asks, standing up from his chair.

“I’m doing great. Better than I was earlier today. I uh... I thought you’d...given up on me,” you try to laugh it off, trying to make it look much less dramatic than you initial thoughts.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He walks up to you, tipping your chin up where your eyes meet his icy baby blues. “You... You are so important. Especially to me, and don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise. I know I did it in the past, and there’s nothing I wish I could take back more than that.” He looks at you with such conviction, such purpose, that all you can do is nod numbly and stare back.

“I, uhm, Lucy’s waiting for me at home, I have to go. But I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say softly, still holding his gaze.

“Okay, see you tomorrow. Have a good night, doll.” He says, softly smiling and backing away, but still facing you.

“Bye.” You smile, walking away.

“Bye.” James returns, a silly smile on his face.

“Bye.” You say again, laughing.

“Bye!” You hear him yell, but you were already out of his office.

You hear his laughter mixing with yours, and you couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off your face for the rest of the night. Not when you got home and fed Lucy, not when you put the flowers in a vase, and certainly not as you fell asleep.

Friday was possibly the slowest day ever. You were in class all morning, and you were still giddy from yesterday. The lesson had gone exceptionally well, especially after the breakfast James brought you.

You ate lunch with Nat and Wanda, having not sat down to have an in-depth conversation with them in quite a while.

“Soooo... what’s up with you and Bucky?” Natasha gives you one of her devious smirks, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Well, he’s been doing this... thing this week where he’s making it up to me for... everything, I guess?” You say. “And we’re going on a date tonight.” You don’t meet their eyes, but theirs widen as they share a look.

“And you didn’t think to tell us, you bitch?!” Wanda hits your arm, laughing out a scoff.

“I-I mean, it was a whole deal. He like- you know MJ and Peter? They came in and did this thing in my office, MJ read a whole note from him, and then Peter came in with a bouquet of these beautiful flowers. And then I went to his office to thank him, and we had this... interaction like... like it was magic.”

The way you spoke in awe had Natasha and Wanda confused, but also in awe. They were happy for you, after all you’d been through, it was comforting seeing you like this. You deserved to be happy.

“That’s really great, Y/N,” Natasha gently placed her hand over yours. Her smile was sincere, just like Wanda’s. You were genuinely happy in this moment. Not only with the prospect of your date tonight, but because of the people you were surrounded with. You were grateful for these two, because you didn’t know where you’d be without them.

“So, are you two gonna help me get ready for my date tonight?” You ask expectantly, to which both redheads say,

“Duh!” And all three of you burst into a fit of giggles.

So now, here you were. It was an hour before James was set to pick you up, and you were dat at your vanity while Wanda curled the ends of your hair. Nat had picked out a gorgeous black dress for you, with strappy heels and a short cardigan for some cover-up. You had a robe on while you were waiting for Wanda to finish, so you could do your makeup. That’s all that was left, and the anticipation for 7 o’clock was killing you.

“Y/N, I can practically hear you thinking so hard,” Wanda laughs, patting your shoulder.

“Sorry, I just- I’m nervous. I haven’t been on a date since... since forever. I don’t wanna mess this up, especially with him.” You explain to them.

“Y/N, think of like this... he’s making it up to you. You don’t have anything to worry about. He’s the one doing the impressing.” Natasha tells you, and you understand a little bit.

“Yeah, he’s the one owing it to you. You have nothing to worry about, dear.” Wanda reassures.

“Y-You’re right, guys. Okay, let me do my makeup, and then I’m ready.” You smile, because even though you were nervous you were also excited. This was a surprise, and you couldn’t wait to see what James had planned.

As 7 o’clock rolled around, Nat and Wanda eventually left. You were waiting by the door downstairs, waiting to see a car pull around, but instead what you saw made your eyes widen.

You peeked your head out the door, seeing James.

On a motorcycle.

“Absolutely not, James!” You yell, not even for a second thinking it was funny.

He doesn’t say anything, just moving off the bike and walking up to you.

“Y/N... you look... beautiful.” He takes your hand in his, completely ignoring how you were not amused by the bike.

“J-James, I’m serious. No.”

“Y/N, I promise, you’ll be just fine. You’re in good hands.” He leads you to the bike, pulling out a helmet for you.

“Do you not own a car?” You whine, really not wanting to get on this death trap.

“You know I do, but I like to keep the element of surprise, doll.” He smirks that smirk, and you know you’re not getting out of this.

“Ugh, fine. Let’s go before I change my mind.” You say, waiting for him to get on first.

As you climb on, you wait for him to adjust himself, and you hesitate when the time comes to wrap your arms around his torso; your hands were just awkwardly hovering around him.

“Don’t be shy, doll.” You hear him say, suddenly just planting your arms into place quickly.

As James starts to drive, you feel yourself moving closer and closer to his body, eventually hugging up against him.

Bucky feels your body against his, and he can feel your heart beating wildly in your chest and every breath you take. He can feel it when he does something just a little bit risky on the bike, and how your breath catches in your throat.

And maybe he was doing them on purpose to feel your arms tighten around him even further.

By the time you reach where he’s taking you, you’re sure you look like a mess. Helmet head, mascara smudged under your eyes. But Bucky can’t help but feel that this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked.

You were perched on a lookout point of the city, and there was a large setup waiting for the two of you. A large blanket splayed across the grass, small lanterns scattered across the expanse of land along with a few baskets of food.

“Wow...” You couldn’t help but stare in awe at the scene. Bucky had really taken the time to arrange all of this... for you.

“Do ya like it? I know it’s not the ideal traditional first date, but I didn’t wanna take you to some fancy restaurant, and-”

“Bucky, it’s absolutely perfect.” You cut off his rambling and take ahold of his hand, leading him to the blanket and you both sit down.

“So, how did you even come up with this?” You ask, watching him pull out the food and a bottle of wine.

“Well, I’ll admit... it wasn’t all me. I had a lot of help from Steve and Sam, because at first I had no clue what to do. I didn’t know how to really make it special, so we sat down and planned this whole thing.” He explains.

“Well, make sure to pass on a thank you to them from me.” You giggle, taking a sip of the wine he poured you.

“You got it, doll.” He laughs, and you two continue to talk and drink until you felt a chill run through you from a cool breeze building up due to the cold air.

And of course, Bucky notices. You watch him pull out another blanket, opening it to cover himself, but he holds up the other end and looks to you.

“C’mon, it’s getting colder, isn’t it?” Bucky asks with a gentle smile.

You nod, scooting closer to him to get under the blanket. And maybe it was the warmth from the wine you had, or the blanket or being so close to Bucky, but you felt very warm and comfortable in that moment.

“The lights are so... pretty from up here. Everything looks so small from up here.” You tell him.

“Hmm... it is really beautiful.” You hear his gruff voice from his chest, and you look up at him from your spot with your head on his shoulder.

He was looking right at you, and you momentarily see his eyes flicker from yours to your lips. It felt like gravity was pulling you two closer together, and eventually your eyes both slip closed and all you can feel is the warmth of his lips on yours.

And you never usually kiss on the first date, but this was different.

Bucky was different.

When you pull away from him, you struggle to open your eyes again, for the fear that this was all a dream and you’ll wake up if you do.

“Angel, open your eyes. Look at me.” Bucky says, and you do as he says.

You looked like a real life angel to him. Swollen lips, hair flowing in all directions from his hands being run through it and the wind from the motorcycle. Under the blanket, your hands placed on his shoulders, basically in his lap.

And this is when Bucky knew.

This was heaven. There was absolutely nowhere else he ever wanted to be than with you.

Your eyes searched his, and all you could find was adoration, infatuation, and... love.

And this is when you knew.

You were in love with Bucky Barnes.

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meetevieinthehallway · 5 years ago

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hi my bb @velvtlune had an idea so i attempted to bring it to life hehe

in which harry wants to be as involved as possible in his and lovie’s wedding-- but his friends make him question his role and masculinity.

super short n sweet n random (:

harry’s cheeks are puffed with air and his bottom lip is drooped away from his mouth as his friends snickered at him. his thighs are spread and he’s practically nursing his glass of tequila as he holds it to his chest, eyes narrowed at jeff specifically, who is laughing in response to harry’s words a moment ago.

“not bein’ nice to me.”

jeff is legitimately gasping for air, partially from the cigarette he had sputtered out in response to harry’s ridiculousness, completely hurled over as his laugh is so powerful that it begins to go silent as his face scrunches.

harry doesn’t like this one bit. “why is that so funny!” he stamps his foot and whines when he says it, his voice deducing into a grumble as he feels heat creep into his cheeks.

to be fair, the heat could be from the tequila-- they were all significantly deep in their inebriation as the clock had hit 12 am not long ago-- but nevertheless the embarrassment bubbling into harry’s chest made him feel stupid. it wasn’t even that late, he was drunk, and jeff is making him feel small.

“you--... you’re leaving because you have to get up early for what?”

there’s a lilt of teasing to mitch’s laughing voice as he gives harry a smirk-- he needs him to repeat it out loud. harry refuses, cheeks now fully red and flustered and his arms cross against his chest.

“no. you lot are mean. ‘m takin’ you off th’guest list.”

“oh god say it again!!! i- i.. i can’t, mate --” jeff is still wheezing of laughter, and mitch is chuckling low in his throat as he shakes his head.

harry huffs. “what’s so funny about it!!”

“what’re you gonna choose, h?” jeff is speaking in between his laughs as he leans towards harry. “chocolate? or does the missus prefer vanilla to match with the drapes you chose for the reception?”

harry pouts, “’s cake tasting.” he shuffles his feet. “nothin’ funny about it.”

harry is definitely drunk-- there’s no doubt about it, and this is how he gets. doesn’t like when people make fun of him, gets all red in the face and pouty in the voice and it makes him want to run into his love’s arms.

which really doesn’t help his case right now.

“what’s wrong with me going?” he questions, eyes shifting to mitch.

“just funny, mate.” he takes a gulp of his own drink. “most guys don’t care about that stuff, y’know?”

“but you? you’re just a right cutie, h.” jeff reaches out and pinches the hot skin of harry’s cheek between his clumsy drunk fingers, and harry bats them away.

“’s both our weddings, though! wanna help with planning and all that.” he frowns, and he looks down at his glass as he swirls its contents.

his friends are fake cooing and making kissy noises and harry’s frown deepens as they fake swoon in their drunken states.

“’m leavin’. hope you lot are hungover.” he stands abruptly and tries to ward off his wave of dizziness so he doesn’t fall over, brushing his jeans off. he heads for the door mumbling to himself when jeff calls out for him.

he reluctantly turns around.

“go on, get. sure you have an appointment with a florist after it, too, hm?”

harry is quiet, and jeff’s laughs finally fade into heaves of breath.

“no, that one’s on tuesday.”

he sends jeff back rolling on the floor, and he slams the door behind him.

harry is not a quiet drunk.

she’s learnt that the hard way, she supposes-- from nights of him singing (screaming) in her small apartment where her neighbors would knock hard on the walls to warn them to shut the fuck up, to where she’s witnessed him clatter pots and pans--trying to clean them off--after too many mimosas at brunch when there’s a cute, giggly drunk glint to his eye.

this time is no exception.

she cracks an eye open and rolls over in their bed to face the door, to which she hears his heavy footsteps approaching, and he emerges with a pout on his face.

“’m drunk.” he murmurs, and she smiles sleepily.

“i know, sweet. you okay?”

he frowns and shakes his head, and she rubs at her eye.

“why’s that?”

“need a cuddle.”

she grins, shaking her head at him. he really is such a child.

“well change ‘n c’mere, silly.”

and by change, he understood that as just stripping completely despite the chilly rainy night it had been, and her chuckling and sitting up against the headboard. he lays down with a content sigh, head on her chest and body splayed on top of hers, snuggling his face into her collarbones and neck. her hands are in his hair and rubbing his back, and he’s groaning and shivering like he’s been touch starved.

“boys are mean t’me.”

she laughs slightly, looking down on his back. “why?”

he lifts his head to look at her properly, and he places a wet kiss to her lips. “’m i being annoying? about the wedding?” he says it with a hiccup and she frowns.

“how do you mean?” her hand falls back into his curls and he hums.

“’m i too involved? like... should the guy not like..-- care about the planning? is it weird that i do?”

she pouts at him and he’s looking at her like her answer could mean everything to him.

“sweet, i love that you’re involved-- that you care. it’s your wedding too.”

“that’s what i said!” he whines, head flopping back down into her neck. “you know ‘m not about men do this and women do that. ‘s our day.” he huffs. “actin’ like i’m weird for wanting to pick the cake. we’re uninviting those two.”

she laughs and he’s shaking his head because this is not a laughing matter.

“can’t uninvite them, h. they’re two of your groomsmen.”

“i can find two more.”

she giggles and murmurs for him to stop, fingers rubbing his back. “we just won’t let them have any cake, hm?” and he grins into her neck. “that work for you?”

he nods, smiling. “’n we’ll sit them with my weird cousins.”

she laughs loudly, “perfect.”

“or... or tell the bartender they’re not allowed to have anything.”

“now that’s a good one.”

“do tell me if ‘m being annoying, though. i know planning the wedding is like.. what-every-girl-dreams-of type of thing.” he kisses her collarbone. “don’t wanna step on your toes.”

“h.” she says softly, kissing his hair. “want you to be involved. want your opinion. not my dream without you in it, handsome.”

as if he doesn’t hear her, he keeps rambling. “speakin’ of stepping on your toes, i scheduled that dance class f’next week.”

gosh, he is wonderful.

“thank you, baby.” she grins because he’s starting to murmur nonsense, mumbling about different floral arrangements and she can’t help but sit and bask in his drunken excitement.

“can’t wait t’see you all pretty. marry y’proper cus i love you.”

harry smiles into her neck one last time and he hums and shivers as she kisses his face. he’s too drowsy to move or to kiss her back, so he just settles, content, in her arms and starts to drift.

as he starts to, she wonders how she got so lucky.

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