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madamechrissy · 22 hours ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy

This was inspired by the Caleb art in the banner by @baobei-bu please love on ALL their art!! Their JJK/LADS art is PEAK

Pairings- Yandere! Caleb x F!reader

Warnings- PWP pretty much, a smut oneshot- HEAVY yandere Caleb, mating press, cum play, oral (f recieiving) tummy bulges, cervix hitting, panty stealing, fingering, overstim, he calls you pip squeak LMAO, JEALOUS obsessed Caleb

My first time for Caleb hehe, rbs/comments appreciated if you enjoyy

"Who is that, Pip squeak?" Caleb murmurs that question with a little smile, as you tense just a bit, feeling your cheeks heating up under his scrutiny, sipping on the straw of your milkshake, letting the sweetness hit your tongue. The two of you have been gaming the day away, taking just a little break in the kitchen now

"It's a... friend." That's what Xavier was really, your sweet friend, who is currently sending you heart emojis.

"Oh, a friend huh? Why so secretive then?" He teases, tapping your nose and just being far... far too close. You shouldn't think so many things about him like this, should you? But you can't help but like his cologne a little too much, like just how his brown locks were falling over his forehead just so, how you can see so much of his muscles flexing in what he wore.

"Just a friend." Your little smile drives him insane, he outwardly laughs, but he can't stop thinking of who's been with you while he's been away, has anyone touched you? When you're meant to be his.

"Let me see then." He yanks your phone high, dark violet eyes flashing for a moment, turning as you sputter and he scrolls through your last messages. "And who is Sylus... Rafael and... Dr. Zayne, I know him, and-"

"Give me my phone back, jerk!" You jump for it, but Caleb is stupid tall, holding it up and feigning a smile he really doesn't feel like giving right now, thoughts racing.

Were you with somebody?

That would never do.

Perhaps he's been gone too long, and you've found someone, but that wouldn't last long when you'd be his. Caleb hands you it finally, laughing a bit as he pats your head. "Relax, Pip Squeak, I was just messing with ya. So cute when you're angry."

"Oh, whatever. Back to the game?" He nods, watching as your bouncy ass sways in whatever excuse for a shorts those were, furious if anyone has ever gotten to see you like this.

You're sitting up on the couch now, legs spread so he sees just a hint of your perfect pussy that lace was hugging, his throat goes dry when you hand him the controller. He smiles with ease, sitting on the floor, hoisting your thighs around his shoulders then, and you pause, faltering just a bit, breath caught in your throat. It should be casual. You two have gamed close forever, but he's so close to your heat, your thighs brushing against his hot skin. Just a white tank top and your shorts separating you both.

"You blushed really hard when I mentioned Sylus huh?" He asks now, as he moves the controllers, and you gulp just a bit, fidgeting some.

"No... imagining things."

"You think he's hot."

You roll your eyes at him, shifting forward as you tilt the controller, slashing your sword and concentrating, the tips of your toes touching his lap. Just that is enough to make Caleb ache and throb, hard cock pulsing, he bites back a moan, you seem too entrapped in the game to notice what your foot is brushing on.

"He's hot, sure. Why, do you... find anyone hot?" Caleb glares down at the controller now.

"Just one girl." You bite your lip, concentrated fully, as he rests a head on your thigh. Hot breath against it making your leg twitch, cunt already soaking. You can't feel this way, you two are just too close... right? How can you be jealous?

"Oh?" Your weak voice just makes Caleb's cock leak precum, he can feel how hot you are behind his neck, he turns his head then, to catch you looking down at him.

"Do you care if I like someone Pip Squeak?"

"N-no..."

"Hmm... hah! Got you!" Caleb's killed your character, making you huff. Laying back some on the couch, you gasp when he turns around, face at level with your cunt, where he sees your damp spot right on your shorts. "Oh no, honey... did you spill something?"

"Huh?" You feel your body react, nipples pressing against your thin top at his proximity, vivid thoughts of far, far too many things working through your heated mind.

"Right here..." he brushes his thumb against the damp sticky arousal, eliciting a cry that makes him goddamn feral. "Can't answer me honey?"

"Caleb I'm... so sorry I..."

"This from me. Or from one of them?" His casual question is laced with something dark, pressing on the spot again, wondering just how many men he'd have to take out, so his sweet girl is all his. "Should I get these off you? Since you're making them so messy?"

"I.... y-you-" Caleb has slipped your shorts off your thighs, your tummy clenches when he clicks his tongue. Now he kisses your inner thigh, fingers running along your swollen lips, breath ghosting too close to your cunt.

"These are ruined too, tsk. Something wrong, pip squeak?" You shake your head, watching as Caleb peels those panties off you, and he has to tuck them in his pocket, thankful your eyes are shut, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks. He needs a fresh pair anyway, you're too meticulous about your laundry and he doesn't get many.

The amount of times he's cum inhaling your panties, drunk off them is insane, even before he left you, when he'd visit on breaks he'd take them, licking any of you up. Sometimes he would jerk off inside them, imagining putting them on you. Making you wear them full of his load as punishment for making him so insane. But nothing prepared him for seeing your glistening cunt, clear trails breaking off, you're so wet you were stuck to those lacy panties clearly.

"Caleb-ah!" He laps you up now, just a stripe up your slit, making your hands entangle in sof thrown hair, as those deep violet eyes look up at you. Dilated, insane, a smirk on his lips.

"Tell me none of them tasted you. Had you."

"What do you mean-"

"Tell me no one touched what's mine."

"You've been gone a long time... you think I just what, wait here, touch myself?" You're shaking as you speak.

"Do you?" You hesitate. "Answer me. Maybe I'll let you cum."

"Let me?" He presses a kiss on your clit now parting your folds and groaning as arousal pools out of your little hole. "Mnh. Fuck... what are we..."

"Am I competing? I'm very competitive you know, pip squeak. I will have to make you forget anything but me then." That's when he spreads your pretty pussy, moaning, he's seen you of course before here and there, glimpses of you naked, but now your perfect cunt is right in his face. He's burying his face against you, nose hitting that clit as his tongue swipes in.

"Oh my god." You shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be spreading your thighs wider, letting him fuck his tongue in and out of your slick, gummy walls, the noises of his soft whines and slurps echoing in your apartment. His taste buds explore every each that long tongue can reach, you're losing it every moment, those eyes so dark with lust they look black.

He'll make you forget anything.

"That's it, you wanna cum f'me, huh? Pretty girl, all mine." You're struggling to compute his words, to even function, eyes rolling back when he flicks the tip of his tongue on that clit, smile not hitting his insane yes. "Are you?"

"This is crazy, what are we doing... you... I... ngh!" Two fingers slip right inside your hole now, which flutters around the thick, long digits, making your whines even louder as he leans up, his other hand gripping you by your throat, lips so close.

How have you not kissed but he's devoured your pussy?

"You belong to me, only me, can you not see? All this time..." He's desperately scissoring fingers in and out, lashes low over his eyes as he breathes against your bitten lips. "Oh listen, she can talk for you I guess, so slutty for me. Just me, huh?"

You're just arching your hips, a sweet cry from your lips, ones he can imagine wrapped around his cock, while he squeezes your delicate neck harder, hand overtaking your throat. You can merely whimper in response, nodding just a bit, as you're closer and closer, only for him to yank his fingers out, making you whine, aching to be filled by them again.

"Caleb, please." You're crying now, tears running down your cheeks, making you look so fucking pretty to him, igniting something that snaps as he watches them fall glistening down your face.

"Please what, ya need something?" He's squeezing harder, fingers brushing around your soaking entrance, just barely pressing the tip of his finger inside, while you're pressed back against the couch, breasts heaving. "Tell me what you need, don't you know I'll take care of you?"

"In me. Please- ah!" You're getting fuzzy when he slips those long fingers back in your cunt, exhaling as he watches you, curling them just so with filthy squelching noises echoing. "Mnh!"

"This all f'me, huh? All me?" His demanding question barely resonates when you're cumming all over his fingers now, pulsing and gushing, while your own hand grips his thin white tank, pulling him closer. Your eyes roll back, he watches you avidly, every fucking expression while he feels you pulsing on his digits. "You didn't answer me, pretty, that won't do."

He pouts when he pulls his fingers out again, releasing your throat right before you nearly faint, cunt still pulsing. You try to gather yourself, when he's slipping those fingers in his mouth, moaning while he sucks all your arousal off them. He's ripped your top off, moaning as he sees your tits gently bounce out, his own dog tags dangling right between the two of them.

"Look who's right by your heart, hmm?" He presses the cool metal to your lips now, prompting you to kiss them, as he smiles so sweetly, like he hadn't just fucked your head up and tripped you. "Do you wear this every day?"

"Yes."

"Every night?"

"Yes." Your answer ends him, when he picks you up like you're nothing, dragging you right to the plush, soft rug beneath you both, hovering over you, his new tags dangling, as your fingers slip up over his strong chest, his eyes glinting with something you can't quite describe, the situation overwhelming your senses.

"I need to take better care of you, if you feel you need all these 'friends' then I'm not doing my job. I should be more than enough for you." He's leaned up, pulling up his shirt just a bit, revealing rippling abs that you've looked at far too often. "Is that it, I didn't take care of you good enough?"

"No, Caleb you always take care of me. I just... we..." Your thoughts trail off when he's slipped down his sweats, and you see his cock, so long and thick you're unsure you could take it, already oozing precum out of his reddened tip.

"Cat got your tongue, pip squeak? Keep talking, I'm listening, I always listen don't I?" He's leaned over you with one strong arm, yanking your thighs apart further, when you feel his length against your inner thigh, hot and heavy, precum sticking to you, as he cups your face so gently. "I'll listen to every moan, every whisper, so I learn everything your pretty, perfect body likes."

"Oh my god." He's brushing his tip against your engorged clit now, smiling down at you, at how pretty you are on this rug beneath him, your lashes fluttering.

"You work too hard, you need to be massaged everywhere. How could I not see this?" He's shoved his cock so deep inside you then you scream out, and he moans, feeling the stretch, of so many fucking inches. "Look how greedy, she's trying to take him all. Ahh, did you miss me this much?"

You're unable to respond to anything when he's shoved his cock so deep you're stuffed full, whimpering out as your walls struggle to stretch for him, and he's just a breath over you, lips drinking up yours then, finally kissing you after so long, before he is pulling back and shoving so deep he hits your cervix. You're sobbing it feels so fucking good, all while he can't rip his eyes off your face, the dark violet depths swirling.

"Waited so long for this, god don't you know?" He's mumbling now, lost in you, pulling back and smirking as he watches it, his lengthy cock getting sucked inside your too small hole, and the bulge in your tummy. "Look, I hit so fucking deep, don't I?" He grips your chin, shoving your head down so you see it, blushing furious.

"I... that's... s-so big I..." He's moaning as he watches it, his cock making that bulge as he goes achingly slow.

"Look at me fill you, fuck I should keep filling you too, until you can't even think. I need your brain shut off, and focused on me, yeah?" You're already fucked out and stupid, you can only stare at the bulge and blush, when he thrusts his hips with a snap, having you drooling all over his cock. "Can't think of other men now, can you?"

You can't think of a fucking thing, including what's happening, as Caleb begins fucking you harder, faster, delicately kissing your lips like he's making love, as his heavy balls slap your ass with every single filthy fucking thrust. He's whispering your name, until he's got you firm in a mating press, spitting down right on your clit and moaning at the sight.

Folded in half, god you feel so small under him, while his babbling hits your incoherent brain, the lewd slapping of his skin and how wet you are filling the living room. "Only me, I need it to only be me, me inside you, me everywhere."

"Caleb- you... f-fuck!" He's cupping your face as he folds you in that mating press, grinning feral, something unleashed that's damn near scary, but you just want more, nails pressing crescent moons against his biceps.

"Only me. Only me. Mine. Mine. Mine." He's huffing those words as you cum all around his cock, pausing him briefly, feeling your aftershocks grip him, your cunt so messy she's dripping down his balls, down to the rug, making the sounds even louder, the squishing and clicking. "I know, honey, I know, you want me to cum inside, huh?"

"Please. Please." He's smiling, you're being so good for him, and who is he to ever deny his pretty girl anything.

"I'll give you anythign you ask for, don't worry. I'll fill you so good, so, so good, yeah- ha fuck you- ah..." He's stuttering now, faster and harder, his eyes flashing then. "Only me, say it."

"Only y-you... ah- ngh!" You're screaming when he's fucking you so hard it hurts, leaned up to press the backs of your thighs.

"That's it, gonna forget them all, aren't you? Anyone."

"F-forget." Your weak response lets him lose his mind, big hands bruising, his dog tags swinging against your face when he pounds your cunt so hard, cumming so much, with his head thrown back, groaning so loud until it turns into a weak cry, as his hot gooey load coats your pussy everywhere.

"That's it, fuckin perfect pussy, God my good girl, aren't you? Taking me so well." He's murmuring, easing as you're cumming just from him coating your walls, he lets your thighs fall, moaning and kissing you, desperate and hungry. "You alright, pip squeak? Was it too much?"

"It was a lot I..." He's laughing now, softly, pulling back and out, watching the mess of creamy cum pouring down all over, groaning at the sight, you flush as you look down, seeing it all.

"You could have told me you needed more, don't you know how long I've waited for this? I wanted to be your first though, honey, tsk..." He's fingering the cum, making you jerk, so sensitive now, his lips quirking up. "Know how many times I've stroked it? Picturing just this, filling you up?"

"Y-you did?" He's shoving that cum deep, you grip his wrist, gasping now. "Caleb!"

"You're wasting it, that just won't do, I need you to be a good girl." His husky whisper along with those rough fingers makes you cry out.

"Sensitive!"

"You can take more, can't you?" He's shoving cum back in your eager whole, moaning at the sight, his cock already standing back at attention. "I think I know what I need to do, so you never call any of these 'friends' again."

"What?" Your eyes roll back when he's curling his fingers again, hovering over you and grinning, his toned body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"I'll keep filling you, until you're dripping me constantly." Caleb's got you in your bed next, lapping his own cum right out of your cunt, taste buds dragging in every flavor of the two of you, having you cum over and over, until you're stupid. "Look, so fucked out, aww. You're drooling pip squeak, lemme get that."

He's swiping at your chin, before he's sucking your clit in his mouth again, and you're losing sense of everything, he's fucking you again, bent over, then again, on your stomach, so many loads inside you you're bloated and full, too full. You pass out on him soon, he sighs as he looks at you, so pretty as always in your sleep.

"Ah, pip squeak, we'll have to work on that stamina." He's cleaned you all up, putting your favorite pajamas on you, while you're lightly snoring, clearly he'd been a little too much.

Caleb had waited for years and years after all, for just this moment.

"Sweet dreams, my love. Future wife." He's laughing softly, you don't know just all his plans yet. He goes towards the kitchen to down some water, still naked in your apartment, cock gently swaying when he grabs his sweats, your panties still tucked in his pocket. He slips them on, frowning as he sees your phone light up, texts from Zayne and Sylus.

That just won't do.

He unlocks your phone with ease, it's his birthday of course, you love him even if you don't know how much yet. No worries. Caleb deletes every contact and message, keeping only him, because that's all you'll need now! You won't even be in this apartment soon, he can already picture you at his place, constantly having his babies.

He smiles as he holds you against him that night, but even after fucking you so deep, so much, just seeing you sleeping makes him hard again, and he has to stroke his aching cock just looking at you, waiting for you to wake up.

lmk if you want more Caleb and his freaky ass lol <3

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perdidosbucky-yyo · 16 hours ago

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Holy moly navy!! 😭🥺 This is everything (I'm so sorry in advance, the commentary got away from me😅)

I related to this reader SO MUCH 😂

“Hi!” you exclaimed when Bucky walked into the break room, your echoing voice making you wince. “Sorry. I didn't mean to greet you at that decibel.”

“It’s okay,” he said, your eyes on him as he strode to the coffee machine with ease.

Idk why I think this is extremely cute 😭 but I love them

“Wait! I made you some coffee,” you told him, going to get the mug you had ready for him. “I hope you like it.”

You couldn't get a read on him as you carefully handed it to him. “You made me coffee?” he asked in disbelief, a soft look in his eyes before he blinked it away.

Your smile faltered when he raised an eyebrow and glanced suspiciously at the liquid, like he was trying to assess if something was off with it as you wrung your fingers together. “This is really for me?” he asked.

It's such a small kind gesture and he's absolutely dumbfounded my heart aches, this is how I would flirt lmao(bc otherwise I can't flirt)

He literally said: no backsies!! 😂❤️

“Your kindness made a difference for me yesterday. And you’re really easy to talk to.” He smiled, genuine affection in his eyes as your heart raced. Was it possible to faint while sitting? “I don't usually talk this much anymore.”

Goals😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 he really makes you swoon and wanna hug him at the same time

“Watch it,” the agent sneered, bumping his shoulder again. He still didn't budge. “Think you're special because you got some serum in your veins and Rogers wanted to save your ass? You’re nothing.”

The way I would've slapped his face as hard as I could!!! And got his ass fired.

Bucky stared at you when you faced him, silence hanging in the air. “You okay?” you finally asked. Was twisting the guy’s wrist too much?

she defended him AND MADE SURE HE WAS OK??? 😭♥️♥️♥️

You could only describe the look in his eyes as feral as he got into position. “I'm sure you can,” he said, your only warning before he rushed at you.

*exaggerated gulp*

He sighed when you didn’t speak. “Answer this then: Is there even the slightest chance that it’s me?” he asked, the question hanging in the air between you.

He is being so vulnerable and yet sure of himself and you just know he really wants to be with her 🥺

It wasn't a rushed kiss either. It was thorough, slow, like he had nowhere else in the world to be. Did he have any idea of the spark he ignited within you? It was something hot, needy, out of control. Fire raced through your veins. You'd go up in flames if he kept kissing you like that. Like you meant something to him.

“I’ll always remember the first time you smiled at me. I won't let anyone take that memory away from me,” he groaned against your skin, your eyes tearing up again. “And the way you stuck up for me… I don’t deserve you. I don't know if I ever will.”

NAVY!!! 😭😭😭😭 stop this is so beautiful (and hot) the way he promised he would never forget that moment and the way he said it into her skin 🫦🫦🫦🫦 that was hot

He smiled as his kisses moved down to your neck and you could only whimper when he licked and sucked over your pulse. “You're so caring. So good,” he said, rocking his hips forward. The sweet words combined with the sensual movements of his body fueled your desire. You also bit your lip to keep from bursting into tears from his praise. “And you're so beautiful, you know that? Inside and out.”

THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL (all hail Navy the queen of praise kink, you took it next level)

The beautiful bastard had the nerve to laugh when he took his fingers out. “Kind and steadfast, even when you’re begging to get fucked,” he said, his eyes slipping shut for a second as he licked the first two fingers clean. “I promise you can touch me later if you let me get a proper taste of your sweet cunt.”

Can't even form coherent thots

“You’re not fucking anyone but me. You’re my girl and I’ll mark you up to prove it if I have to,” he said, keeping a firm hand on you as he carried you away. “But for now, let’s shower before we call in.”

😮‍💨 Absofuckinglutely loved this, ate this, devoured. THANK YOU🙏

Chokehold

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You have a crush on Bucky and start to bond with him over coffee in the break room, but there's no way he could possibly feel the same way about you... right?

Word Count: Over 11k (yep!)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected v. sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, fluff, longing, minor angst, insecurities, feels, sparring, swearing, confessions, getting together, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: I've been sitting on this one (thanks for listening to my back and forth on this @targaryenvampireslayer), and I hope you all enjoy. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Dividers by the talented @enchanthings-a. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You fell for Bucky Barnes the moment you met. Something dangerous lurked in his steel blue eyes when you introduced yourself to him, but beneath the surface was pain and loneliness that you wanted to take away. Of course, that could've been you projecting and wanting to justify having a crush on a guy who hadn't spoken a word to you.

“Bucky,” was all he said to you, entrancing you with the deep baritone of his voice.

You wished you could say it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, but you could count on one hand the number of times he spoke to you in the months that followed. You tried not to take it personally. Maybe he wasn't interested in making new friends since he seemed to stay close to Steve, Sam, and their small group. Or maybe he just didn't see a reason to trust you. Trust likely wasn't easy for him and what reason did he have to open up to you?

“Hi!” you exclaimed when Bucky walked into the break room, your echoing voice making you wince. “Sorry. I didn't mean to greet you at that decibel.”

“It’s okay,” he said, your eyes on him as he strode to the coffee machine with ease.

Bucky wasn't your friend, but it didn't stop you from greeting him whenever you saw him throughout the building, a warm feeling spreading in your chest every time he acknowledged you with a slight head nod or grunt. That had to mean something since he didn't outright ignore you. Not being his friend also didn't keep you from learning little things about him, like how he took his coffee.

Which you decided to surprise him with today.

“Wait! I made you some coffee,” you told him, going to get the mug you had ready for him. “I hope you like it.”

You had a reputation around S.H.I.E.L.D. for being kind to others ever since you joined. You didn't mind that being your signature since you liked putting a bit of kindness out into the world. Besides the tough work you did, your coworkers and teammates fought other battles every day that you knew nothing about. So why not try to lift others up? It costs you nothing.

Being nice, however, had a downside or two. Some thought that kindness was insincere or a weakness. It also didn't get you a lot of dates. Or maybe you didn't pay attention to other guys since you had eyes for one man.

You couldn't get a read on him as you carefully handed it to him. “You made me coffee?” he asked in disbelief, a soft look in his eyes before he blinked it away.

“Yep! With cream and sugar.”

You couldn't detect any anger or annoyance in his tone, but you wouldn't say he sounded happy either. Which only made your smile fall more. “Yeah. I just, I thought you liked it that way and maybe it would help you kickstart the morning, but I shouldn't have assumed. I'm sorry. And you don't have to drink it. I can just dump it out,” you rambled.

He held the mug a bit closer when you tried to take it away, the steam rising from it as his eyes met yours. It was almost as if the heat melted the ice from his stare. “Not gonna let you dump this out after you went to the trouble of making it for me,” he said, gently blowing on it before he took a sip. You reminded yourself not to whimper when he licked a drop away from his lip, wondering just what else he could do with that tongue. “Especially since you know how I like it.”

You avoided his gaze, hoping he didn't question why you knew since there was a chance you’d blurt out that you like him and that was the last thing you needed. You owed him some sort of explanation though, right? “Well, we’re both here some mornings and I saw you make it that way,” you said, your brain overanalyzing how that sounded. “Not that I'm watching you or anything like that. I… I’m not a creep.”

Bucky stared with unreadable eyes as you sighed and shook your head. Leave it to you to fumble over your words with your crush. Was that why they called it a crush? Because it crushed your hopes and dreams?

In a small voice, you said, “I was just trying to be nice.”

“It’s a very nice gesture, so thanks,” he said, taking another sip. “I appreciate it.”

Doing your best not to preen like a peacock at the renewed sliver of hope, you released the breath you were holding and nodded. At least he didn't question why you cared enough to remember how he took his coffee. “You’re welcome,” you said, wishing you could hang around and chat more, but you had work to do and didn't want to smother him. “I hope you have a good day.”

“You, too,” he said, his eyes on you as you headed toward the door. “Maybe I’ll see you here at the same time tomorrow?”

You came to a stop, your heart thudding as you faced him. “You… want me to make you coffee tomorrow?”

He chuckled before he took another sip. “I meant maybe we would just bump into each other, but I won’t turn down another coffee if you’re offering.”

Of course that was what he meant. “Oh. Right. Yeah. Maybe,” you said, backing up and hitting your elbow against the doorframe.

His brows furrowed as you gave him a strained smile. “You okay?” he asked, your cheeks hot as you rubbed your elbow.

“I’m fine! Enjoy your coffee,” you said, wishing the ground would swallow you up as you bolted from the room.

You were a competent agent. A strong woman on top of your kindness. Why did you have to act like an idiot in front of him? There was no chance you’d see him in the break room after that. It was a shame, too. It was the most he had ever spoken to you.

A higher being either took pity on you or wanted to play a trick on you since you did see Bucky the next day. Not only that, no one else was in the break room. Granted, most people used the main break room since this room was much smaller and on a floor most didn't go to. But how was it possible that you were so lucky?

“Morning, Bucky.”

“Morning.” He hesitated before he took a seat at the same table as you. If you were dreaming, you didn’t want anyone to wake you up. “Sorry. I should've asked…”

“It’s fine,” you smiled. “You're welcome to sit with me.”

“Thanks.” His cheek twitched and you wondered if it was a nervous tick or something leftover from the hell he endured. “You know, that coffee yesterday was probably the best I’ve ever had from this place.”

You perked up more. “Really? Wow, thanks. It was nothing,” you smiled, your pulse quickening. Not only was Bucky talking to you again, but he complimented you. It was slightly pathetic how much you enjoyed that. “You did say you wouldn’t turn down another coffee if I offered. Would you like one?”

“Sure,” he replied with a smile. He actually smiled at you. It was a good morning. “Thanks.”

“You know, you have a really nice smile,” you complimented him, proud that you said the words without your voice cracking.

“You think so?” He leaned back in his seat and you tried to move around the room like normal as his gaze followed your movements. “I think it scares some more than my glare does.”

You busied yourself with getting his coffee ready, the urge to defend him rising. “There’s nothing scary about your smile and anyone who says otherwise can deal with me.”

“They can deal with you, huh? Awfully kind of you.” His chuckle was so unexpected that you almost dropped the mug. The small talk was unexpected, too, but you weren't about to tell him to stop. “But you’re so sweet. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you glare at anyone.”

“Oh, I can have resting bitch face when I want to,” you teased before your heart skipped a beat. He looked at you enough that he hadn’t seen you glare at anyone? He thought you were sweet? No, it was probably just an offhand comment. “And I wouldn’t just glare at anyone to defend you. I can fight, too. Words or fists.”

“You’d fight for me, too? You really know how to flatter a man.” His gaze warmed before some of the usual strain reappeared, your heart lurching at the sight. “But you shouldn’t have to fight for me.”

You took a seat across from him again once you set the mug down. “Why not?”

“Because you just shouldn’t.” He shrugged. You recognized that he was closing part of himself off and you weren't about to kick open that door. “If I’m being honest, I’m kind of shocked you’re talking to me.”

“And why’s that?”

He tapped a finger against his mug as he considered his words. “I haven’t really said much to you since we met, but you’ve still been nice to me. Always saying hi and smiling. And now this,” he said, gesturing to the coffee. “Some people have ulterior motives when they do nice things for no reason, but I don't get that feeling with you.”

“There are people who have ulterior motives. You’re right about that,” you agreed. The world could be a dark place with terrible people. “And I guess that's one of the reasons I try to lead with kindness. Putting a bit more optimism and joy into the world might not make it change overnight, but it could make a difference to someone.”

“That makes sense,” he said, his brows pinching. “But why continue to be nice to me when I've been standoffish with you? I don't think I deserve it.”

You let the words sink in. You expected Bucky would be apprehensive of people in general when his autonomy was taken away from him for so long. Trust couldn’t be easy. People had to earn it. What you didn't expect was that he didn't think he deserved your kindness.

“Everyone is different. We all have various personalities and comfort zones. Some people hit it off right away and others don't. Some need a bit more time to open up,” you answered, an earnest smile on your face. “I guess I figured you fell into the latter. Even if you didn't, I wouldn't take it personally or hold it against you. I hope you know that.”

Bucky may have had you in a chokehold, but he didn't owe you a thing.

His shoulders sagged as he let out a breath and you wished you could wrap him up in a hug. “Thanks for being so understanding.” He observed you with a thoughtful gaze. “And you are right about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m glad it did. You can always talk to me, you know. I’m happy to listen or even give advice if you want it,” you said sincerely. It meant a lot that he took the time to speak to you today, and if it were up to you he’d only have good things in his life going forward. No one deserved that more than him. “And if I’m ever too much for you, don't be afraid to tell me.”

His brows pinched again. “Too much? How?” he asked, his tone not as light as it was a moment ago.

You tensed, gripping your mug as you mulled over past things you heard from others. “Well, I’ve been told before that I’m too perky and too optimistic some days. That my kindness is fake and it can get on people’s nerves,” you explained carefully, swallowing a little. Yeah, you had a reputation for being kind, but some didn’t care for it. “Not that I think you would find me annoying or anything like that. It’s just how it is for some people.”

“So because you choose to be nice instead of acting bitter or rude people don’t like that?” Bucky looked at you with a mix of confusion and anger. “What the fuck is wrong with them?”

You were utterly silent from his reaction. Your heart also fluttered because he seemed upset on your behalf. “So many things, I’m sure,” you teased, hoping to make him smile a little. It was nice when he smiled at you. “But it’s okay. Really. It doesn't change who I am. I'm still going to be me.”

Cheesy, but true. You couldn't control the actions and emotions of others. You knew in your core who you were and you would continue to put that energy out into the world.

His jaw ticked, but he gazed at you with what you guessed was admiration. “Kind and steadfast,” he whispered, making your heart swell all over again. “Listen. If anyone around here does give you a hard time, will you let me know?”

The determination in his eyes took you aback. He went from hardly speaking to you to opening up a bit and now wanting to look out for you. It was nice, to say the least. “That’s okay, Bucky. You said I didn't have to fight for you, so you don't have to for me.”

“I want to.” He reached forward and hovered his hand over yours. Before he touched you though, he pulled away. You longed to know what his touch felt like. “Please?”

You couldn't resist his gaze. “Okay, but only if you let me know if anyone gives you a hard time.”

“Yeah. I got a name for you. Sam Wilson,” he deadpanned.

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth so the sound wouldn’t echo in the room or bother him. “Oh, Sam. I’ll give him a talking to,” you teased, your cheeks aching from how hard you were smiling.

“I made you laugh,” he pointed out softly, almost in disbelief. It was another moment where you wanted to wrap him up in a hug.

“Yeah, you did.”

“Wow,” he whispered, smiling before his face fell. “Fuck. I have to go.” He went to stand, but paused to look at you. “Do you ever go to the main break room?”

“I prefer this one,” you said, lightly tapping the table. “It’s quieter.”

“Me, too.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, maybe I’ll see you here again tomorrow? Same time?

Warmth spread in your heart at the hope in his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll be here.”

You’d always be there if he asked.

For the next several weeks, seeing Bucky in the small break room became part of your normal morning routine. You made coffee for both of you before you sat together and talked. Some chats were casual, while others went a little deeper. Both ends of the spectrum helped you get to know each other.

He spoke fondly about a cat he found in an alley and took into his home. He named her Alpine and even showed you a photo of her on his phone. It tugged at your heartstrings seeing the ball of white fur curled up in his metal arm. How could it not?

Bucky spoke about Steve and Sam and how they tried to meet up once a week for dinner. They took turns picking the place. It was nice that he had them to lean on. Both men were always friendly toward you, but you noticed they seemed to smile at you even more since you and Bucky started talking. You assumed they were happy that their friend had someone else in his corner.

“Steve is a punk and Sam is worse,” he said once with nothing but affection in his eyes.

He explained that he was in therapy, which he wasn't ashamed of. He had no reason to be. It was a work in progress, building trust not just with the therapist but building trust within himself. He didn't get into specifics regarding what they talked about as it wasn't your business to begin with, though he did casually throw in that he had trouble sleeping some nights. You mentioned that you sometimes wrote your thoughts and feelings down if they got too loud. He told you the next day that he got himself a new notebook to try that out and you had a spring in your step the whole morning.

You didn't talk about anything particularly exciting. You told him that you didn't have a lot of family close by, but loved your job because you got to help people in some capacity. And that you enjoyed reading and watching movies when you stayed at home, but also enjoyed going out with a couple of close friends. Bucky didn't need to know that they loved teasing you about your crush. You mentioned little things, too, like how you needed to go shopping soon for a new sofa and how you hoped to see the new science exhibit at the nearby museum.

The bulk of your conversations took place in the break room, minus occasionally bumping into him around the building which didn't leave much time for chatter. It wasn't a bad thing. It was nice just to talk to him.

And while you didn't think any of the topics you brought up were interesting, Bucky listened intently every time, his eyes on you as he hung on your every word. The attention felt nice. Though you hadn't mustered up the courage to ask him to hang out outside of work, it felt like the two of you were friends because of those mornings together.

Maybe he thought you were friends, too, since he asked one day, “Do you know anything about dating apps?”

You almost spilled his coffee, but quickly recovered and avoided his concerned gaze as you sat down. “Um, no, not much. I haven’t really used them. I haven’t dated in a few months either,” you answered honestly, hoping your tone didn’t sound as bitter as the taste in your mouth. You weren’t embarrassed by your romantic status, but your heart sank just the same. “Are you… Why are you asking? Just out of curiosity.” It wasn’t your business, but it was the first time he brought up anything concerning dating or relationships.

“Sam mentioned setting me up and I brushed that off, so he mentioned using a dating app. I don’t know.” He shrugged as you hung your head.

Something settled within your chest, a heavy feeling that made it difficult to take a steady breath. But you couldn't feel sorry for yourself. Bucky was kind, good looking, and trying to adjust to a sense of normalcy. Of course he’d want to try dating again and what kind of person would you be if you didn't support him?

“Well, I can help you research some apps if you’d like. See if any may be a good fit?”

“Really? You’d do that?” he asked softly.

Your eyes drifted up and you did your best to smile. You couldn't let him see that the mere thought of him dating someone else hurt you. It was pathetic. “Yeah, I would,” you answered. You refused to let your crush on him stop you from helping him if he wanted to meet someone.

Bucky stared at you for a few seconds and you almost squirmed in your chair. “But you said you haven't really used them. Why not?”

The unexpected question did make you squirm. You couldn't blurt out that he was one of the reasons. “Well, not to be a downer or anything, but some apps almost seem to set people up for rejection. It just isn’t possible to match every single person up. And there’s also rapid judgment with some based on appearance and it makes it easy to objectify people,” you explained. It was sad, but true. “It does work for some and I’m happy for those people, but I don't know. I’d rather just meet someone and…”

“Connect with them naturally?” he guessed.

“Yeah,” you said, a sad smile touching your lips. “Is it wishful thinking to want something like that?”

“I don’t think it is at all. In fact, that’s a good reason why I probably won’t use an app,” he said. You hoped your sigh of relief wasn’t audible, but the weight lifting from your shoulders felt palpable. “Besides, what would I say if I tried to set up a profile? ‘Hi, I’m a previously brainwashed assassin over 100 years old’?”

“It would be a conversation starter,” you teased, the playful banter bringing a warm smile to his face. “And I know I brought up rapid judgment, but I’m sure one look at your profile picture and people would line out the door just to get your attention,” you smiled and gestured to his face, but his gaze dropped, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. “I’m sorry. I…”

He shook his head, and you caught a hint of a smile that made your heart flutter. “No, it’s… It’s kind of nice to hear that,” he admitted, his gaze drifting away like he was lost in thought. “Dating came easy to me years ago and I don’t think I really appreciated it back then. The thought of trying again is a little scary.”

His voice was soft, almost reflective, as if he were speaking more to himself than to you. You felt a swell of empathy for the weight of his past. “Well, whenever your next date happens? I hope they know how lucky they are,” you said, your heart aching to convey how deserving he was of genuine connection.

You just wished that connection was with you.

The warm smile returned to his face as he gazed at you. “Thanks,” he whispered.

Your heart ached in your chest. “Anytime,” you whispered back, quickly standing up before tears pricked your eyes. “I should get to work. Have a good day, okay?”

“Oh. You, too.” He looked like he wanted to stop you, but he hung back. It was all in your head anyway. He didn't want to stop you. Why would he?

You wiped your eyes once you were out of the break room. Rushing away was cowardly and you knew it. It was silly, too.

You wondered if the coffee talks would continue once he found his dream girl. Would he tell you about her? Would bile rise to your throat when he sang their praises or smiled a soft smile not reserved for you? You had to stop thinking about it. You couldn't fall apart just because Bucky wasn't yours, and it was something you’d need to come to terms with when he found someone else.

And maybe tomorrow it wouldn't hurt so much.

Bucky looked a little tired when he joined you the next morning, not saying a word. He still offered you a smile. You didn't speak either, but you gave him a small smile in return.

The night before, you wrestled with the idea of telling him how you felt. All you had to do was get the words out. But the words froze in your throat like ice and you kept quiet, both of you sipping your coffee as the seconds passed by.

You almost wanted to fill the void with more chatter, but it didn’t feel necessary. The silence was oddly comforting. Silence was also safe. He seemed content just to sit there with you, and you were afraid you’d blurt something out that you couldn’t take back.

“Did I do something to upset you yesterday?” he asked suddenly. His gaze was so gentle, yet deep, looking for an answer you couldn't fully give him. “You rushed out without finishing your coffee, and you always finish your coffee, so I had to have done something.”

Your heart breaks from his words. Rushing off made him think it was his fault, and you never wanted to imply that. “No, you didn't upset me,” you replied. That was true. Bucky didn't do anything to upset you. It was your own mind and feelings that did that. “I just had work to do.”

He didn't look convinced, and you couldn't blame him. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.” You put a smile on your face, but you felt terrible. “And I don't think you could do anything to upset me.”

“Then you wouldn't mind sparring with me tomorrow morning by any chance, would you?” he asked.

You inhaled, not expecting him to ask you that. “You want to spar with me?” You discreetly pinched yourself, testing to see if you were dreaming or not. He was asking you to hang out with him outside of the break room. Kind of. “Really?” you added, your heart racing when he nodded.

“Yeah. What do you say?” he asked. Oh, it was a bad idea to spar with Bucky Barnes. Not because you couldn't learn from him, but what the hell were you going to do to reign in your sexual frustration? “Unless you're busy.”

“Yes!” you blurted out quickly, clearing your throat as you tried to regain some of your composure. You swore his cheek twitched like he was trying not to smile. “I mean, no, I'm not busy. I’m totally free and I'd love to spar with you,” you said, praying you sounded normal and not like some lovesick woman with an overgrowing crush.

Which was exactly what you were.

But you weren't about to turn down a chance to spar with him. Who in their right mind would? How many times had you imagined him slamming your body against the mats and pinning you down? Both of you breathing heavily, his face shining from the perspiration. You were thankful the super soldier couldn't read minds because now all you could think about was him tearing your clothes away and spearing you open with his cock and-

“Okay then,” he said, finishing his coffee before he took the mug to the sink. “Second floor gym. Room 2. 6 am.”

“6 am. I’ll be there,” you promised, gazing after him as he walked toward the door. “See you then, Sergeant.”

His entire body went rigid before he looked back at you, the metal fingers of his left arm twitching. Your heart sank, worried that you said something wrong. Would he take back his offer?

You stood up from the table. “Bucky, I-”

An agent walked through the door and bumped Bucky out of the way. At least he tried to. The super soldier didn't budge.

“Excuse me,” Bucky said.

You gasped. You could handle people saying things about you, but people you cared about? It made you see red. How dare this guy say anything like that to Bucky?

“Nothing but HYDRA’s little bitch.”

Bucky glared and looked about two seconds away from smacking the guy across the room, but he hung his head after a second and didn't breathe a word. Maybe he didn't want to make a big deal out of it or didn't think it was worth it. You, however, wouldn't put up with it. Not for a second.

“Hey! Agent asshole,” you snapped, marching over until you were between Bucky and the agent. “Apologize to him.”

The agent cackled at you and you heard Bucky’s metal fingers curl. “Apologize? He was in my way.” He reached out a hand to pat your head. “But it’s kind of cute to see you defending the Winter Soldier. That's-” You grabbed his wrist and twisted it. “Ow, fuck!”

“And now I’m in your way,” you said sweetly, twisting a bit more until his knees buckled. “Apologize, now.”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry!” he shouted.

Bucky had a look of awe on his face when you looked back at him. “It’s okay,” he said above a whisper.

You released the guy and pointed at the door. “Whatever you need you can get it later,” you said, satisfied when the agent scrambled out the door.

Bucky stared at you when you faced him, silence hanging in the air. “You okay?” you finally asked. Was twisting the guy’s wrist too much?

“I…” Bucky blinked rapidly and cleared his throat. “You defended me.”

“Well, yeah. I told you if anyone gave you a hard time they could deal with me,” you smiled. It didn't matter how small the matter was, you’d stick up for him. People like that guy often mistook your kindness for weakness. “And what he said was completely out of line.”

“Thank you.” His fingers reached out and touched yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “Really. Thank you.”

“Don't need to thank me,” you said, giddy from his small touch. “And, listen, before he rudely interrupted, I was going to ask if it bothered you that I called you Sergeant.”

You thought you saw his fingers twitch again, but he shook his head. “No. I… kind of like hearing that from you.”

“Oh.” You dipped your head to hide your smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow then? 6 am?”

“Yeah, you will,” he said softly, meeting your gaze as you lifted your head again.

“Have a good day then, Sergeant.”

He inhaled sharply. “Don’t be late tomorrow,” he gruffly spoke before he left the room without another word, hearts in your eyes as you stayed rooted to the spot.

You mentally jumped for joy from how excited you were. You couldn't keep the smile off your face the rest of the day. Bucky could've asked anyone in the building to spar with him, but he chose you. And he stuck up for you because some guy bumped into you. Now you just had to make sure you wouldn't make a fool of yourself in the morning.

Easy enough, right?

You spent more time than you cared picking out the perfect exercise outfit. It didn't matter what you wore since he only asked you to practice with him. It wasn't like he asked you out on a date. Still, you were hopeful that the matching black set would make him look at least once.

If anything, it was a confidence booster for yourself since you liked how you looked in it.

“Confidence is sexy,” you smiled before you grabbed your bag to go.

You got to the gym in record time, not wanting to be late or keep him waiting. Nodding to a few people on machines before you made it to the second floor, you had to pause and take a breath before you entered Room 2. The air was a bit cooler in the sparring area, which was good considering you’d likely work up a sweat.

Dropping your bag near the door, you nearly jumped when you spotted Bucky a few feet away staring at you. “Right on time,” he said, your throat dry as he nodded to the mat. “I stretched before you got here.”

“Hey,” you said, removing your jacket, the zipper loud in the quiet room. You gave him what you hoped was a nice smile when you went to the mat. “Shouldn't take me long.”

The Sergeant stood against the wall with his arms crossed as you began to stretch, one foot pressed against it as his eyes slid over to you. Quickly averting your gaze, you tried to concentrate on warming up instead of how good he looked in his workout gear. While his sweatpants hung low on his hips, the dark short sleeved shirt clung to him like a second skin. He had his hair pulled back, too, which only enhanced how bright his eyes looked under the ceiling lights.

You refused to get aroused just from looking at him.

Too. Fucking. Late.

“You good? You don't seem as chipper as usual,” he said.

“Yeah, I…” What were you even going to say? That his mere presence in his current attire made you wet? “I didn't have my coffee before I left, so no caffeine. This might wake me up.”

He didn't seem convinced, but he nodded after a moment. “I know the feeling,” he said with a soft smile. “Thanks for joining me so early. And sorry if it threw off your routine.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. Morning exercises are good for the mind and body,” you said, standing once you finished stretching. He probably had a full schedule ahead of him. “I have to admit though, just like you were surprised I was nice to you a while back, I'm a little surprised you asked me to spar with you.”

“And why is that?” he asked as he approached the mat, all confidence as he took his spot.

Your throat went dry again before you cleared it. “Because someone like Steve is more evenly matched,” you said. Super soldier to super soldier, you could go for hours. “And chances of me beating you are also pretty slim.”

Way to downplay yourself.

“You nearly brought that agent to his knees yesterday and you didn't break a sweat.” His head tilted a fraction, his eyes carefully taking you in from head to toe. “You don't think you can take me?”

Your next breath came out in a rush. If you didn't know any better, you would've said he asked that on purpose. Oh, you had imagined Bucky telling you how well you'd take him, but not like this. You'd take what you can get.

“I can take you,” you stated.

You could only describe the look in his eyes as feral as he got into position. “I'm sure you can,” he said, your only warning before he rushed at you.

Blocking Bucky’s hit, you told yourself not to smile and focused on dodging another hit. He had advantages on his side, like his strength with the serum in his veins, but you were determined to show him that you were a worthy opponent. You also knew he wouldn't try to harm you. Anything he threw your way would be to help you improve.

Bucky grinned when he blocked your kick and you almost let it distract you. “I think you're giving me a run for my money,” he said before he performed a back full twisting layout to dodge another kick. Was that the proper term? Whatever it was, the move was more agile than you could comprehend.

“And I think you’re showing off,” you teased, extending your leg for a sweep instead. You huffed when he flipped away again. “Either that or Steve’s theatrics have rubbed off on you.”

“Don't tell him that. Wouldn't want him to get a big head,” he winked.

The back and forth went on for a few minutes, your breathing heavier and heart racing. Part of you wondered if he was pulling punches for your sake, but he didn't let up. It was exhilarating. You hoped he asked you to spar with him again.

“Tell me something.” Bucky brushed some of the loose hair back with the back of his hand, both of you panting lightly as the motions stopped for a second. “Why are you single?”

Your eyes widened at the question. “W-What?” you breathed, almost losing your footing as you stepped back. Why would he ask you that and why now?

“You told me why you don't use dating apps and you want to make a genuine connection, but you haven't mentioned anyone special,” he shrugged, tilting his head when he stepped forward. “You know you can tell me if there’s someone you like, right?”

“Maybe we can have this conversation when we’re done sparring?” you suggested. It would give you a chance to collect yourself.

He shook his head. “No, I think we should have this conversation now, if that’s okay.”

“I guess. If you insist.” You blocked his swing, barely. “There’s… someone I like, but I don’t know if he feels the same way.”

His cheek twitched, like he wasn't expecting that answer. “Who is he? Do I know him?”

That question threw you off a bit more. Why did he want to know who? “Yeah. Yeah, you do,” you said.

“Is it Steve? Sam?” he pressed, a hint of anger in his eyes. “Some other agent?”

“No, no, and no,” you replied, sighing as you dropped your arms. “Listen, do we really-”

Bucky swept your legs out from under you. The air left your lungs when your back hit the mat and he settled over you before you could get up, pinning your arms at your side. You tried to twist out of his hold and couldn't even use your thighs to roll him off you since he had those pinned, too.

“You let your guard down,” he said.

“Yep,” you said, the word clipped as you tried to look anywhere but at him. It was impossible. He was everywhere.

“Now this guy you like,” he started with a tilt of his head. He wasn't letting this go, was he? “If it’s someone I know and he isn't Steve, Sam, or another agent, who is he?”

You bit your lip, wishing you a chance to hide or bolt.

“Tell me,” he begged, his eyes staring into yours. “Please.”

Oh, God. Did he have any clue how you felt? At the very least, could he sense how he affected you by laying on top of you? How hard your nipples were against your top or the wetness that gathered between your thighs?

Now wasn't the time to focus on being horny.

He sighed when you didn’t speak. “Answer this then: Is there even the slightest chance that it’s me?” he asked, the question hanging in the air between you.

“I…” You swallowed hard as he waited patiently for your answer with an expectant gaze. He was so close and the position was too vulnerable, but you had to bite the bullet and tell him the truth. “It isn't a slight chance. It's one hundred percent you.”

“What?” he whispered.

Super soldier hearing, he should've heard you perfectly clear, right? “I like you, Bucky. I care about you. I pretty much have since I met you,” you finished, the quiet admittance making your chest burn.

It was out in the open now and no longer suppressing your feelings was a good thing.

He stared straight into your eyes, your heart picking up a notch. “You like me?” The weight of him left your thighs, but you couldn't breathe when he settled between them. “At the risk of sounding like an arrogant prick, are you single because you’ve been waiting for me?”

“Yes,” you whispered, swallowing again. “And you aren’t arrogant. Far from it.”

“So, every morning we’ve had coffee together and even before that, you cared about me? And when I brought up the dating app a couple of days ago and you offered to help me, you had feelings for me? And when you defended me?” He tilted his head further when you nodded. “And you didn't say anything until now?” It didn't feel like an accusation, but your eyes welled up anyway.

“Yes, the whole time. I didn't want to tell you and make things weird if you didn't feel the same way and I would've rather have you as a friend than nothing at all. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you rambled as a tear slid from the corner of your eye. You weren't trying to deceive him by keeping your crush on him a secret. “We are kind of friends, right?”

The two of you hadn’t hung out outside of work, but there was something there. At the very least, there was a comradery. After this, who knew if he’d even want to speak to you again.

“I don't want to be your friend,” he said with conviction, your heart shattering. It was like he punched you right in the gut and maybe you deserved that. He smiled softly, something beautifully tragic when you struggled beneath him. Why wasn't he letting you up? “Wait, no, no. That’s not what I meant.”

You went limp when you couldn't break his hold. “Then what do you mean?!”

“I want to be so much more than that.”

“You…” the rest of the words died on your lips because what did he say?

A metal finger moved down your cheek, the touch cool against your warm skin as he wiped another tear away. The finger then tipped your chin before his mouth descended on yours. You weren't sure why you expected it to be a rough kiss, but it was anything but. His lips teased yours along with his tongue, coaxing you to open your mouth to his. It was demanding in the gentlest of ways.

“I care about you, too,” he whispered. You inhaled sharply when he trailed kisses along your face. “I’ve liked you since we met.”

“You have?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I hoped you might feel the same, but I’m a bit rusty when it comes to this and I couldn't get a read on you when I mentioned the dating app. I figured this approach might be better.”

“Well,” you gasped when you felt something hard pressed against you. “It worked,” you said. You were glad he took the leap of faith.

“Don't say that,” you begged when he released your other wrist, giving you the chance to wrap your arms around him. “You deserve every bit of happiness.”

“You keep talking like that, I’ll keep crying,” you tried to joke.

He lifted his head to wipe another tear away. “Happy tears?”

“Very happy,” you promised, shifting underneath him and brushing his crotch again.

His mouth fell open as his eyes shut. It was one of the sexiest looks you had ever seen. “If you keep doing that, I’ll embarrass myself,” he said in a strained voice.

“Is that a bad thing?” you smiled innocently.

“Maybe not. I have a quick rebound rate if I do,” he teased, frowning when your smile slipped. “Shit, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”

“I’m fine. You didn’t say anything wrong,” you promised, touching his cheek. “I just… Am I dreaming?”

His lips touched yours again, You would’ve melted into the mat if you weren’t already underneath him. “You’re not dreaming,” he whispered. The groan he let out when you moved beneath him again reminded you that he really was settled between your legs. And hard. “I wanted to take you out on a nice date before I even touched you, but I don’t know if I can wait. You’re driving me crazy.”

Well, nothing had happened quite yet. Just a confession of feelings. And some kissing. And grinding.

“You’re driving me crazy, too, but if you want to stop, I understand,” you said. It didn't have to go further if he didn't want to, especially since it was fast.

His forehead touched yours. “Do you?”

You nearly shouted that you didn’t want him to stop, would never want him to stop, but this wasn’t just about you. “I don’t, but I get it if you do,” you said. You were kind of in a public place and consent went both ways. If he was the slightest bit uncomfortable, you were fine with stopping.

It seemed to be all he needed to hear since he kissed you again, eagerly licking into your mouth. Your heart was still racing out of control, the high from the exercise running through your veins. You wondered if he felt that adrenaline, too. If the confession of your feelings was the water against the dam, admitting that you wanted him physically, too, was the thing to break it.

“It’s just… I don’t…” He lifted his head to look around before he smiled. “Wait, hold on.”

He pushed himself up, your body cold from the sudden lack of heat. The tent he sported in his pants sent a surge of pride through you as he went as gracefully as he could to the door. Locking it, he went to his bag next and dug out a towel.

“What are you doing?” you asked when he came back quickly.

“Trying to be a gentleman,” he smiled, lifting your hips to place the towel underneath. “Sorry, the mat’s just kind of dirty and I think you deserve a little better than that.”

“You certainly are a gentleman,” you smiled back.

“The things I want to do to you are far from gentlemanly,” he said, reaching for the waistband of your pants and peeling them down with your underwear. You were sweaty and gross, but if he didn’t care, you wouldn’t either. “I wish I could lay you out and kiss every inch of your body.”

“Maybe after I shower,” you teased, both of you chuckling as you helped push his pants and underwear down. Once all was said and done the two of you could talk and figure out a date and him properly taking you to bed, but having him take you then and there was perfect. “Oh…”

Words left your mind when you saw his hard and heavy cock. A bead of precum dripped from the head and you wished you could have a taste. There was a good chance he’d split you in half, but it would be worth feeling him for days on end.

“Bucky, please,” you begged, opening your legs more as an offering. You didn’t care if it made you look desperate for him, which you were. You just hoped it looked enticing.

With blown pupils and a small growl, he shook his head. It was enough to make you want to cry. “I need to stretch you first, sweetheart.”

The term of endearment made you smile even when you argued, “I don’t need you to stretch me. I can take it.”

He narrowed his eyes, but gave you a smile, too, as he brought his hand to your scorching heat. “We’re both desperate for this, but I’m going to stretch your pretty cunt to make room for my cock. Got it?”

Shivering at his tone, you nodded. “Yes, Sergeant,” you answered, biting your lip when you saw his cock twitch. “You really like me saying that, don't you?”

“Yes,” he groaned. You’d have to keep calling him that in and out of bed then.

He rubbed along your folds slowly, like he was memorizing the feel. Deep down, he was a gentleman. Badly wanting you, but making sure he wouldn’t hurt you. What more could you ask for?

“Can I confess something?” he asked gently as the first finger sank into you, gently exploring. Gasping at the welcomed intrusion, you nodded. He could say anything he wanted. “I've imagined you just like this,” he stated, pulling his finger out before pushing it in deeper.

“You have?” you asked before he pushed a second finger in, both of them curling slightly. It sent sparks of pleasure down your spine.

“It almost felt wrong because I hadn’t even asked you to go out with me, but I couldn’t help myself.” His voice was huskier as he pumped his fingers, your hand fisting in his shirt. You throbbed with need, a kind of need you couldn’t ever remember feeling. “I wondered what kind of sounds you’d make and how you’d feel around me if you ever let me have you.”

More heat pooled in your core as you spread your legs wider for him.

“Making such pretty sounds for me already. And your pussy, it feels like heaven. Might even make me see God once I have my cock in you.” He glanced down to watch his fingers slide in and out of your tight passage, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Fuck, you’re so warm. And tight. And wet,” he continued, an almost cocky smile on his face when his thumb swiped over your clit and drew a small whimper from you. "Guess I haven’t completely lost my touch.”

“That is both hot and…” you had to pause when he added a third finger, making you stretch around the digits. He was going to be the death of you. “Is it bad if I’m a little jealous because I don’t want to think about you touching anyone else?”

Something sparked in his pretty blue eyes. “Does my girl have a jealous streak?” He slid a fourth finger in, your back arching with a small cry. “I’m flattered, but you have nothing to worry about. You’re the only one I want.”

Your breaths were shallow from his touch alone, but the sweet words got under your skin. “You don’t have to worry about anyone else either,” you exhaled. He knew you weren’t seeing anyone, but you felt the need to assure him. “And I like that.”

“Like what?”

Your hand twisted in his shirt more. “The idea of being your girl,” you managed to answer, your body writhing as he moved his fingers in a beautifully torturous motion. “Enough, Bucky, please.”

“Enough what?”

“I’m stretched. I’m on the pill. Just… put your cock in me, please!” Panting by the end of your begging rant with mist in your eyes, you added, “Can I at least touch you if you won’t fuck me?”

Your cheeks got so hot it shocked you that you didn’t catch on fire. “Yes, please,” you whispered, the promise of later making you quiver.

The room felt like it was spinning when he stared down at you and licked his fingers again. He kept his eyes on you when he wrapped them around his cock and guided it to your waiting hole. You tried to calm the beating of your heart when he slipped the blunt head in, but you were powerless to do anything but feel as he kept pushing in. You trembled and gripped his shoulders once his hips were flush against yours, throbbing around his thickness already when hadn't started thrusting.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he gasped, dropping his forehead to yours again as he trembled, too. “I need…” he breathed against your lips. “I just need a second, please.”

“Okay,” you whispered, wondering if he was as overwhelmed as you were. Maybe moreso. You weren’t sure exactly how long it had been for him. And being enhanced, you didn’t know if the sensations felt different or stronger. You just hoped he felt good. And happy.

His metal hand framed your cheek, so gentle in contrast to the damage he could do with it. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, tilting your head up to kiss him. “I can take it,” you promised. Your body had adjusted to his size and now you wanted him to move, to feel all of him.

He finally began to thrust, moaning against your lips. You lifted your hips, trying to take him in more. The hand on your face slid down your body before it moved to your hip, keeping you in place so you could feel him nice and deep. He pulled his cock out almost completely before he thrust back in, making you cry out as you quivered around him. You wanted to soak his cock, consume him the way he was consuming you.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised as you bit your lip. “No, lemme hear those pretty sounds. C’mon,” he said, changing his angle slightly so you moaned loudly. He moaned, too, as he kept thrusting. “There you go. So beautiful.”

You wanted to scream for him. You also wondered what it would feel like to have his hand around your throat or over your mouth to smother those very sounds if you ever snuck off during work to fool around. There were so many things you wanted to try with him.

“Bucky,” you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders as he moved faster. Piercing pleasure built from your core and spread slowly throughout your body. You felt like you couldn’t breathe from how good it felt, how he felt.

The intensity in his turbulent eyes was similar to when he listened to you talk in the break room, but with much more heat. Had he looked at you like that all along? “Wanna mark you up one day. Let everyone see that you’re my girl,” he grunted, dragging his mouth from your face to your neck. He lightly bit down, smirking when you whined again. “Would you let me?”

“Yes,” you moaned, tilting your head to give him more access. You’d feel so proud to wear his mark. There wouldn’t be any shame if people saw or asked because you’d get to say you belonged to Bucky.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped, surging into you over and over, the sound of skin-on-skin echoing off the walls with your cries. “Sweetheart, I’m not gonna last.”

The term of endearment again. It had your heart clenching along with your pussy. “Neither am I,” you breathed, bringing his head back to yours. You framed his cheeks, ecstasy close to crashing over you. From the strain in his handsome face, he was on the edge, too. “Come with me? Mark me up inside?”

It was a question and not a demand because you wouldn’t demand anything from the man who somehow stole your heart.

Through the pleasure twisting his face, he smiled. “Come with me.”

The heightened pleasure crashing over you was powerful enough that you almost screamed, your walls spasming around him. Shudders wracked your body as your breath ceased, trying to hold his gaze as the heat engulfed you. Your release coated him, just like you wanted it to. And it was only a few more thrusts from him before he tipped over the edge, filling you up in return. You both marked each other in the best possible way.

You laid limp beneath him, both of you panting. Your slick, wet heat still burned around him as released your hips and pushed himself up, a bead of sweat from his skin dripping onto yours. You gazed at each other, something tender passing between you. You wished the moment didn't have to end.

He leaned back down to nuzzle your nose and you couldn’t help but giggle breathlessly at the affectionate move. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, still dazed. “You?”

“Better than okay,” he said, smiling when you tucked some of his hair back. He looked good like this.

“I don't think I can move,” you teased.

“We have to, sadly,” he sighed, sliding himself from the warmth of your body. You whined at the loss, your hole clenching around nothing as your mixed release seeped onto the towel beneath you. “I know, but in case the next group that uses this room gets here early, I don’t want them to see you with your pants down,” he told you as he sat back and looked over you. You took a moment to look over him as well, getting a glance at his glorious thighs. You longed for the chance for you both to truly explore each other’s bodies. “And we could both use a shower.”

You inhaled when he used the clean part of the towel to gently wipe you both down. “Mmm. Together?”

He chuckled, helping you pull your underwear and pants back up. His hands lingered on your hips and you were two seconds from shoving the fabric back down. “If I get you in the shower, we won’t make it to work on time.”

“I don’t mind being late.” You tried to lift your arms to help him pull up his pants, too, but he beat you to it. It was a shame he had to cover up. “Or we could call in? I still have a lot of days off to use.”

“Yeah? You want to call in?”

“Yeah,” you said eagerly. Too eagerly. “Maybe?”

You almost shrank in on yourself when he raised an eyebrow. He told you he cared about you and he sure as hell just fucked you like he craved you, but you didn’t want to come across as clingy, especially so soon. The two of you still needed to figure things out.

And what if the things said were just from the heat of the moment? You weren't sure if your heart could take it if he walked away without another thought. He wouldn't do that though, right?

His gaze softened, helping you sit up, his face inches from yours as he rubbed your arms. “Hey. What’s the matter?” he asked, your heart in your throat when he smiled again. “Was I that bad?”

“No, not at all. You were amazing, holy shit, and telling you how I feel was long overdue,” you promised, his smile softer. “It’s just…”

His brows pinched. “It’s just what?”

You took a breath. “I've wanted to hear for so long that you had feelings for me, too. And now that it’s really sinking in, I guess I still feel like I’m dreaming a bit. That none of this happened,” you admitted, placing your hand on his chest. His heart was still beating fast, like yours. “That tomorrow I’ll just go back to being the girl who has a crush on you and nothing more.”

“What?” His face slowly fell. Why did you open your mouth? “No, that's not going to happen.”

“We just went from work friends to whatever just transpired, and I don’t want it to be too much or too fast for you or for you to regret this,” you blurted out, biting your lip hard. “I don't want to be too much for you,” you added in a whisper. Your insecurity surfaced more as the post-sex haze faded and you wished it hadn't. “I’m sorry. I don't know why I’m ruining the moment.”

It was stupid. Where had your optimism gone? He told you he cared about you. He gazed at you like you meant something to him. It was everything you wanted, so why were you questioning it?

“You didn't ruin anything.”

“Are you sure?” you asked softly.

Bucky placed his hand over yours, the other going to the back of your head so you couldn't move away. “I’m sure, now listen to me: Whatever is going on between us isn’t too much and you are not too much. You are never too much,” he said with fierceness akin to a growling wolf. “I want you and I want to be with you. I wouldn’t joke about that,” he assured you, your lips tugging in a small smile. “I get feeling like it's a dream, believe me, but it isn't. It's real and what just happened was real.”

Hearing him declare his feelings again made your heart soar. “I know you wouldn’t joke about that,” you said. He wasn’t cruel. He wouldn’t toy with your feelings like that. “I just want you to be happy. You know that, right?”

“I do and I am happy,” he said, his eyes full of longing. He experienced so much pain and loss and deserved happiness. “I’ve lost so much of my life, so much time, and I don't want to waste another second. So believe me when I say I want you to be my girl.”

A sob threatened to work its way up. “Oh, Bucky,” you whispered, your head dipping down before he lifted it back up.

“That connection you’ve talked about wanting, I feel that with you. I trust you. That’s why I’ve been able to open up to you. The person who made me coffee and offered me kindness and understanding and just let me be me,” he said, making you smile more. You wished you could wrap each word around your heart. “I want to hold your hand in the break room and kiss you in the halls. I want you today and I’ll want you tomorrow and the day after that. And the only thing I regret from any of this is not asking you to be my girl sooner.”

His words, his stare, his touch, they healed the senseless wound your insecurity put on your heart. “I’m yours.” You surged forward, your lips crashing against his. He sighed before he returned the kiss, likely feeling the same relief you had. You wished you could put into words how much his assurance meant, but you hoped your kiss expressed it. “Thank you for both coaxing my feelings out of me and assuring me that you want this.”

“Anytime.” He brushed another kiss across your lips. “You know how you said you hoped the next person who dated me knew how lucky they were?” he asked. You remembered. “I'm the lucky one because you’re taking a chance on me.”

“You’re a smooth talker.” You had no clue how you kept the tears at bay. It meant everything that he wanted to be with you. “I think we’re both lucky.”

He smiled at that. “Yeah, but I still don’t deserve you,” he whispered, kissing you again before you could argue that he was more than worthy. “So, you want to spend the day with me?”

“Yeah, I do. We can go on a day date or just talk some more at my place or yours,” you answered, not feeling the need to hide anymore. “That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

“Sweetheart, you just let me fuck you on a sparring mat. You can ask me for anything you want,” he smirked, catching your face between his hands. “But this day date doesn’t count as the nice date I want to take you on. My girl deserves something special.”

Your heart tightened in your chest, your emotions starting to run high again before you took a calming breath. “Then how about after that shower we call in, go to a cafe, get a cup of coffee, and figure out that date together? Maybe I’ll even convince you that you do deserve me.”

He huffed, taking your hands and helping you both up. You’d never be able to look at a pair of sweatpants again without thinking of what transpired there. “Okay, but I’m warning you right now that I probably won’t like the coffee.”

“Why not?”

“Because you didn’t make it,” he smiled. “Maybe we can check out that science exhibit you mentioned.”

You giggled. He remembered. “That would be nice,” you said, leaning close when he slipped his arm around you and guided you toward your bag. “You know, I can make more than just coffee. Just say the word and I’ll cook for you,” you said. You’d love to cook him a nice meal.

“Word,” he deadpanned.

You giggled again. “Later,” you promised. You’d make him something special. “Do you think Alpine will like me?”

“She’ll love you,” he promised, giving you a sheepish smile. “I told her all about you. And I think the last few dinners with Steve and Sam all I talked about was you.”

“You told your cat about me? You're adorable,” you smiled. It was really sweet. “And… Will Steve and Sam be happy?” They were his friends and you hoped they approved.

“Steve will be thrilled.” He huffed again. “But Sam’s opinion doesn't matter. Fuck him.”

With a teasing smile, you asked, “Wait, I thought I was supposed to give Sam a talking to. Are you offering for me to fuck him?” You shrieked when he growled and picked you up, placing you over his shoulder. “Bucky!”

“Yes, Sergeant.”

Bucky didn’t have to prove anything. He had you in a chokehold from the start and always would. And you were proud to finally be his girl.

Woohoo! You made it! I like to think this reader has bits of Smartie and Mrs. Barnes, and she deserves her man! I know these two will have wonderful times ahead! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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peacheeeliz · 3 days ago

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016. she don't want you (wc: 770)

“It's so nice to finally meet the girl who's been clouding our Jisungie’s mind lately,” Jeno teases, pinching at the youngest boy's cheek. “We were all so sad we missed you last time.”

Jisung pulls away from Jeno, swatting his hand away. “Jeno, I'm a grown man,” he whines, avoiding eye contact with you as you sit down next to him.

“You're a grown man, but get tense whenever Y/N sits next to you,” Chenle comments, chuckling. “It's nice to see you again, Y/Nie.”

“You too, Lele,” you respond, smiling sweetly at the group. Your eyes fall on the only other familiar face, and your smile falls. “What are you doing here?”

“Jeez, you'd think you'd be kinder to your cousin,” Donghyuck replies, rolling his eyes. “I don't know why these dorks wanted to meet you so bad, I told them you were insane.”

“They're friends with you, I don't see how that's any different,” you joke, sticking your tongue out at him. “And they seem to love me already, especially Sungie,” you continue, knocking your shoulder into his.

“You're gonna give the guy a heart attack,” Jaemin teases, watching the way Jisung's face turns bright red at your words. “You're too cute, Sungie. How can we not baby you?”

Jisung just sighs in response, shyly looking over at you. “You were fine being all cuddly and flirty last night,” you whisper to him, letting out a small laugh. “Don't want to show that side to your friends or something?”

He returns the favor, knocking his shoulder into yours, and you can only smile back softly. You go to speak to the rest of the group again, but another voice cuts into the conversation:

“There you are, pretty,” the voice says, and your shoulders tense up. The empty chair beside you squeaks against the floor as they pull it out from the table, taking a seat next to you.”I knew you'd be on break around this time.”

“We didn't invite you to sit with us,” Donghyuck starts, glaring at the new person. “Sion.”

Sion smiles softly, throwing his arm around your shoulder, only for you to throw it right back off. “Oh, come on, I just want to visit my sweet barista.”

“Not yours, jackass,” you tell him, scooting your chair closer to Jisung. The man subtly pulls it even closer, wanting you as far away from Sion as you can get. “Just go, Sion. Order your drink and leave, please.”

“Baby,” Sion starts, running his hand along the edge of the table, closing in on your own. You pull back your hand instantly. “I just want to talk to you again. Our small chat yesterday just wasn't enough.”

“She doesn't want to talk to you, man,” Jeno fixes his posture, trying to make himself look bigger to scare the younger man off. “And like my friend here said, we didn't invite you to sit with us.”

“This doesn't concern you,” Sion responds nonchalantly, eyes never leaving you. “Come on, let's go outside.”

“She's not interested,” Jisung says, staring daggers into the other man's skull. “How many times does she need to tell you for you to finally get it?”

Sion scoffs, finally looking away from you and staring directly into Jisung's eyes with a cold look. “Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me, asshole,” Jisung replies. The rest of the group stare at their friend with wide eyes, in utter shock by the hostile words that leave his mouth. “What? You want to date her again because you've lost all control? She's actually dressing how she likes and you don't fuck with that? Or is it the fact that she's moved on to me?” He continues, and the fact that he can't almost see the steam rolling out of Sion's ears makes him smile. “Does that get under your skin?”

Your head slowly turns toward Jisung, jaw dropping at his sudden hostility. “Sungie,” you whisper, pulling at his sleeve.

Sion can't help but laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Yeah, I wasn't talking to you,” he says, a fake smile playing at his lips.

“Yeah, I don't care,” Jisung mocks, scrunching his nose up at Sion. “She don't want you, man. Learn to take no for an answer.”

“Learn not to speak when I'm not speaking to you,” Sion replies. His jaw tenses up, and he runs his hand through his hair, while his other hand tries to find yours again. “She knows she can't be away from me for long.”

Jisung's fist clenches in his lap, and he just can't hold his anger back any longer.

synopsis ⤏ could there be anything that could make your shift at the local coffee shop better? there is! and it's the hottest emo boy you'll ever find.

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riddlesbunny · 2 days ago

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Rumors

summary: Mattheo and Theo put an end to the rumors they might be attracted to each other one drunken night, but not in the way you’d expect.

pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader x Theo Nott

word count: 1k

warnings: Explicit smut, Poly!Slytherins, oral (m & f receiving), MLM!!!, p in v sex, creampie, cum eating, squirting, 18+ MDNI

note: for my sweet angel @nemesyaaa <3

There was no denying that Slytherins loved to gossip– you had even found yourself engaged in a rumor or two. However, when it came to your boyfriend having the hots for his best friend, you were taken by complete surprise. You had even yelled at Millicent for implying such a thing. They didn't like each other like that, they couldn't... could they?

At first, you dismissed it. They were best friends, always together, always in sync. But then you started noticing things. The way Theo’s gaze lingered a little too long when Mattheo wasn’t looking. How Mattheo’s smirk softened whenever Theo was near. The fleeting touches, the stolen glances.

And then came that night.

It started as a joke. A drunk night in the Slytherin common room. The rest of the gang were out at Hogsmeade, but the three of you stayed back. You were sprawled out on the couch, Theo sitting beside you, Mattheo lounging across from you both, his usual cocky grin in place.

Someone—maybe it was you, maybe it was Mattheo, you can't remember —threw the idea into the air like a careless spark.

“What if all three of us… you know?”

The air shifted instantly. Theo went still. Mattheo’s smirk deepened, but his eyes—oh, his eyes—held something different. Something darker. Something real.

You expected laughter, maybe teasing. But instead, there was silence. A charged, heavy silence that made your stomach tighten. Then Mattheo leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked onto yours.

“Would that be a problem for you?” he asked, his voice lower than usual, almost testing.

Theo exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. His jaw was tight, his throat bobbing with something unsaid.

And that’s when it clicked. The rumors weren’t just rumors.

You looked between them—Theo, who suddenly wouldn’t meet your eyes, and Mattheo, whose smirk was still there but softer now, like he was waiting for your confirmation.

You had no idea what you’d just stepped into. But you were about to find out.

Now you’re on your knees infront of Theo, nothing new, except now you’re accompanied by his best friend.

Matty takes the lead, his warm hand wrapping around Theo’s cock. He looks at you, a wicked grin on his lips. “I know how much you like to suck him off,” he states before gesturing towards Theo. That bastard must have been talking about you. Oh well, it didn't matter now.

You lick your lips as you lean forward, sliding your tongue along the tip of Theo’s cock as Mattheo continues stroking him. You wrap your lips around his tip, tasting a bead of precum that forms at the head. Matty guides your movements gently, slowly fucking your mouth with his Theo's cock. Your throat relaxes as Matty controls his pace, salvia pooling out of your mouth, dripping down your chin.

Theo’s eyes flutter shutas a loud groan erupts from his chest, pushing himself further down your throar, causing you to gag. Matty leans into you, whispering, “do you want me to take over?”

Your heart races and wetness pools at your core as his words register. Nodding, you pull back, leaving Theo slick with your spit.

Matty smirks at you, “such a good girl,” before taking Theo’s cock deep into his own mouth. His cheeks hollow out as he begins to suck hard, earning a ragged moan from your boyfriend.

Theo is whimpering as Matty bobs his head, his curls bouncing up and down., you use your free hand to tug at Theo's balls.

Without any warning to Theo, Matty pulls away; a string of saliva connecting the two of them.

"I want to watch you fuck her" Matty tells Theo and you smile at him, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb as you sit back on your heels.

"I guess we should give our boy what he wants,” you purr and Theo helps you to your feet, his gaze filled with lust. He takes charge, guiding you toward his bed with Matty close behind. With a gentle push, Theo lays you down, your body sinking into the soft mattres before hiking your skirt up and ripping your panties off.

"Spread those pretty legs for us," Mattheo commands, his voice hoarse with desire. Theo grips your ankles, pulling your thighs apart until you're fully exposed to them both.

Theo leans between your open thighs, pressing his throbbing cock against your slit.

"So wet already, you like watching him suck me off, huh? Such a dirty girl," he groans, grinding against you, your arousal coating his shaft.

Theo guides his hardness along your entrance, teasing you with a few slow strokes. Then, with one fluid motion, he plunges into you, making you gasp as your body stretches to accommodate him.

Mattheo stands next to you in the bed, pumping his cock in his hand vigorously. Your gaze shifts towards Matty,, his grip tight and fast as he tugs himself. Theo slams into you hard, pushing you further onto the bed.

“Good boy," Matty moans and your eyes widen, “fuck her just like that.”

Mattheo's breathing hitches as he watches Theo slide in and out of you. The wet sounds of his skin slapping against yours fills the room, punctuated by your occasional whimpers of pleasure.

Theo's thrusts become more urgent, driven by an intense need to fill you completely. "Your pussy feels amazing wrapped around my cock," he groans, his pace quickening.

As Theo pounds into you, Matty leans down and claims your lips with his own. Your mouths mash together, teeth clashing briefly as you moan into each one another.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum,” Theo grunts.

"Cum inside her," Mattheo groans.

As if the sound of Mattheo's voice turns him on, Theo lets out a final guttural groan as he spills into you, his pulsating cock shooting load after load deep inside your pussy.

As hefinishes, his cock twitching within you, Mattheo wastes no time to push him out of the way. Kneeling before you, he hooks your leg over his shoulder, revealing the hot, sticky mess between your thighs. He dives in, his tongue lapping eagerly at your slippery folds, collecting the combination of your juices and his best friend's seed.

Mattheo's tongue flicks wildly, painting your inflamed clit with Theo's hot cum as he hungrily devours the remnants of your release.

As Mattheo feasts on your swollen pussy, you feel another orgasm coiling inside you.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping it tightly as he licks you. Your hips buck uncontrollably as Mattheo sucks at your clit, his expert tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You cry out, "Oh god, don't stop!"

The coil within you snaps and Mattheo pauses mid-lick, his eyes widening as he feels the sudden flood between your legs. The force of your orgasm sends warm liquid spurting across his cheek, wetting his face and filling his mouth.

Theo chuckles in awe, you watch him carefully as he gets himself dressed.

“See what a good girl she is?” He asks Mattheo— who is speechless, wiping your cum from his chin.

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megapteraurelia · 1 day ago

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neighbour!kuroo, who ever since that day, throws sour looks at your boyfriend's door whenever he walks to and from work, hoping that his hard stare would melt through the wood and give the idiot guy hemorrhoids. or, well. any unpleasant experience, really.

who thought about taping his mailbox shut just to be an inconvenience, but kuroo's not a child anymore. ('maintaining his youthfulness' probably isn't an excuse anymore that he can let fly.)

neighbour!kuroo who looks down at the tupperware in your hands once he opens the door when you knock a couple days later, the sheepish and tired look on your face speaking volumes for how thankful you are.

he rubs his neck, partly in embarrassment, partly in confusion, but also to keep his boyish excitement in check. it's also been a long time since he's had a woman gift him food — since he's had anyone gift him food.

"thank you," you say, clarifying, "for taking care of me when i was sick."

"ah, actually there was no need..." he trails off, because even though there isn't any need, he sure likes the idea of enjoying food that he didn't have to put effort in. he's not a stickler for free alms in the form of nutrients, especially if it comes with such a sweet face. he thinks it's stupid to notice the way you look so soft and pretty when—

he absentmindedly looks over your shoulder to your boyfriend's half-opened door, which you had just come out of, tip-toeing over the hallway's cold floor towards his apartment.

kuroo wonders whether you're going to forgive your idiot of a boyfriend and with a twist of his lips finds himself hoping that you don't.

with another weird, dry bobbing of his throat, he also realises that he'll be pretty pissed at you if you do end up forgiving him.

but when you turn around to go back inside, his eyes trail after your form, and he shrugs to himself, the lunch box heavy in his hands.

after all, he is no one to you and you aren't anyone to him, so if you want to stay with somebody like that, he'll just have to get over it.

neighbour!kuroo who, despite that, still eats the warm food out of the tupperware on his kitchen island, the chopsticks digging into his chin, lost in thought, until faint yelling through thin walls comes to his attention.

for a second, his heart is still and his body, too, but once it jumpstarts back into action, his limbs follow suit. chopstick clattering onto the wood, he ignores the mess behind him and his long fingers wrap around the handle of his entrance door.

neighbour!kuroo who chews his lip in thought and slight worry, wondering if he should intervene. is he overstepping any boundaries? are those the duties of a neighbour? is he being overbearing?

but as soon as a crash sounds out, he is already steps deep into the hallway, knuckles rapping against the door harshly, waiting, jaw hard, ears fuming.

"everything good?" he presses out, more a threat than a question and your boyfriend's face grows weird, ugly in the sudden influx of heavy dislike.

"what's it to you? you here to pinch my girl again? you best back off, this ain't none of your business."

neighbour!kuroo who whishes for the day when he didn't remember your boyfriend's face and didn't have a reason to get involved into lovers' spats — except now, he can't not help once he knew, so he levels a pissed stare at the guy, "you better hope she's unharmed—"

who, once you fight your boyfriend's hold of the door and come out to the hallways with heavy breaths and a tears-streaked face, feels like maybe taping his neighbour's mailbox shut isn't that childish.

who fixes your (ex-)boyfriend with a hard look and a harder touch to allow you time and space to gather your things, because you looked at him with your pink nose, that flushed mouth and the tears clinging to your lashes and told him you didn't feel safe.

neighbour!kuroo who opens the door to his apartment for you a second time, who ignores the aggression from your ex behind him with a smile he knows is aggravating and finger wave that serves as a reminder that while he may be a door away, his own fists (and the cops) aren't that far behind.

neighbour!kuroo who makes tea for you and awkwardly stands still in his own kitchen, wondering if it's weird to serve you the food you brought over for him. who shrugs and ends up doing so anyway, because he still feels hungry.

putting down the plates at the coffee table, the sounds make you snap out of the dissociated daze, and you look up to find your ex-boyfriend's neighbour with his dark cow-licked hair and the observant eyes.

his hand comes up to rub his neck, and he lets himself fall on the other end of the couch with a big sigh, "not to address the elephant in the room, but you still have your shoes on."

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captain-huggy-bear · 1 day ago

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Clayton, Kess, or Luke with reader who is loopy from anesthesia??

Thought this could count as a short prompt, but if you don’t agree, please ignore.

Love your writing!! 💛

Thank you, lovely! Picked my husband, Clay! I hope you enjoy this :) Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

Clayton think he's prepared for it, he knows that anaesthesia can make people a little woozy, a little loopy, a little strange. He knows that you're probably not going to be quite yourself when he comes to pick you back up from your wisdom tooth removal to take you home and he thinks he's ready for that. Ready to make sure you eat the right foods and get safely home. Ready to deal with whatever silly comments you decide to make. But, boy, oh boy, does he really underestimate just how hard anaesthetic is going to hit you as someone whose never been under, someone who rarely drinks or loses control. Someone who often overthinks their every word.

When he comes to get you, you're led out by a nurse, a little uneven in your gait, stumbling as you go like a new born deer. Your cheeks look massive a combination of the swelling that's already beginning and the gauze shoved into your cheeks. You're a little ashy in the face, not your usual colouring and he's standing before you even reach him, bridging the gap between the two of you until the nurse lets him take your arm in his.

Clay's careful to avoid your jaw and cheek when his hand rests on the base of your neck, thumb rubbing against the hollow there like always as he tries to bring your attention back into the world around you. To remove a little bit of that dazed look you're sporting.

"Hey, sweet girl, how you doing?" You blink up at him like you're barely processing his existence, gauze stuffed in your mouth to stem any bleeding from your tooth extraction, cheeks like a hamster.

"You cam't call me tha'" Your voice is muffled and slurred, words coming out barely legible as you try to speak around the gauze and the numbness in your jaw, You frown at him as you say it , like you're about to scold him for calling you 'sweet girl'. Something he's called you almost every day since you started dating.

"Why not, baby? I always call you that?" You slap away his hand, the one at your throat, pushing him away from you in a way that you've never done before and he lets you. Of course he lets you, he'd never touch you if you didn't want it and while it makes his heart sink, he also knows you're a little drowsy, a little woozy, a little confused right now. He knows you're not your usual self.

"I hab a boyfrien' and he woul'nt like it." You cross your arms as you scold him, the way you sway on the spot and the slurring definitely taking some of the bite out of it.

Clay can't help but let out a huff of amusement, a light laugh as he starts to smile at you, teeth peeking out from behind his lips, dimples starting to show. Your frown falters at his smile, getting that starry eyed look you tend to get whenever he smiles your way. Not immune to his charms even when you're convinced you have a different boyfriend somewhere.

"Baby, I am your boyfriend." You gasp at his words, mouth dropping open, eyes wide and glimmering with wonder like he's just told you that unicorns exist. Part of him wishes he had his phone out to record, to show you later.

"Reawlly?"

"Yeah, baby, it's me, Clayton."

You gasp, hands reaching out to touch him. You paw at his face clumsily, fingers tracing his features and pushing at strands of his hair. "You're so pwetty!" You let him step back into your personal space, let his hands reach for your waist as your fingers find his chains. Old habits seeming to die hard even when you don't recognise him, your body seems to, muscle memory taking hold.

"Thank you, sweet girl, you're pretty too." Your eyes grow wider at his words, cheeks flushing, mouth dropping open like you can barely believe him.

"You thin' 'm pwetty?"

"Of course I do, baby, I love you," His grin gets wider, eyes softening, twinkling at you with humour because fuck if it isn't adorable that you're so taken aback by it all.

"You lobe me?"

"Yeah, of course I do, you're my girl," Your face heats up, flushing with colour moments before you hide your face into his chest. Too embarrassed to look at him, sweetly shy because this handsome man is saying he's your boyfriend and you're not sure how to process it.

Clay's hands slide into your hair, stroking through the strands, massaging the back of your neck and scalp, waiting for you to calm down from the rush of giddy energy. You used to be this giddy at the start, before you were in a relationship, but he hasn't seen it in a while. He forgot how much he missed it, the shyness that openly told him how much you admired him.

"You're okay, baby...it's a bit too much, huh?" You nod into his chest, face still planted there as Clay strokes soothing lengths down your hair and back, his other hand wrapping around your waist to keep you close. "How about we go home and I get you some ice-cream, sound good?"

"Ywes, plwease..."

#huggy bear writes #clayton keller x reader #clayton keller/reader #nhl imagine #nhl x reader

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daniiiboo · 15 hours ago

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love letters- lh43

summary- luke leaves for his roadie, but he writes little notes around the house for you to find.

trigger warnings- reader is a little sad Luke left, but nothin elsee

dani's thoughts- ive been so busy, i havent had time to finish this fic, but I'm so happy with how it turned out!!

word count- 1.3k

Luke had left earlier this morning to make it on time to leave with his team. The road trip schedule was booked solid, and even though he promised to call and text as frequently as he could, the apartment nevertheless felt too very empty without him, even though he was gone for a couple hours.

You woke up to sunlight filtering through the curtains, the sharp sting of late winter air that sent shivers down your spine. Without Luke's warmth beside you, the bed felt cavernous. You rolled onto your back, letting out a breath, but then your eye was caught on something , a little wadded-up ball of paper on his pillow.

In his unmistakable handwriting, it read:

Good morning, love. I'm sure you're missing my obnoxious snoring about now. Have a good day and know that I'm thinking of you.

A smile tugged at your lips. It was so characteristic of Luke , sweet, thoughtful, and goofily charming. You clutched the note to your chest, his words seeping into your heart like a warm hug.

After dragging yourself out of bed, you went to make coffee. But when you opened the cupboard, another note fell down.

Don't forget, you make the best coffee in the world. I love you more than my morning cup. And that's saying something.

You smiled to yourself, imagining his sheepish grin as he wrote it. The apartment no longer felt so empty.

Throughout the day, the notes seemed like little explosions of Luke's presence. On the floor beneath the remote on the coffee table was another one:

I'm not there to pick the movie, but I have faith in you to make the right choice. Unless you pick a rom-com. Then we'll need to have words.

By lunchtime, you found a note on the fridge:

I know you're probably waiting here, suffering from takeout agony. But remember the way I bragged when you got that pasta recipe right? You can do this, baby.

You took his advice, smiling to yourself as you cooked. It wasn't perfect, but with Luke's belief in you, it was all the sweeter.

You'd spent the hour leading up to lunch attempting to prepare, but then you had to get things accomplished. Fold laundry, one of them being. And there, among the clothes, was another note shoved into Luke's hoodie pocket.

Miss me yet? Don't worry, this hoodie still smells like me. Bonus cuddle material. But remember, I'm the real deal.

You buried your face in the hoodie, taking a whiff of the top notes of his cologne on the fabric. It stung less.

Later, while cleaning the bathroom, you found a small sticky note taped to the mirror:

Look at that beautiful face. Even the toothpaste splatters can't detract from how beautiful you are. Smile for me, love.

You rolled your eyes, smiling, playfully blowing a kiss to yourself.

While grabbing a book from the bookshelf in the living room, yet another note floated to the floor.

I'm sure you've read this one a dozen times already, but did you know that I adore the way your eyes sparkle when you reach your favorite part? It's the sweetest thing.

That night, the sun fell below the horizon, and lights in the apartments shone golden. You curled up on the couch, at last giving in to a rom-com you knew Luke would roll his eyes over. But at the end credits, you missed his laughter, the teasing way he'd deride the plot.

And then, as you reached for the blanket, another note protruded.

Hi, if you're seeing one of those sappy movies when I'm not around, I hope you're recalling all the times I pretended that I didn't like them. Spoiler: I secretly love them if it's for the opportunity to watch them with you.

Your eyes watered with tears — not tears of sadness, but of the emotional warmth his words brought. Luke was not present in body, but his love was everywhere.

At bedtime, your phone buzzed with a FaceTime call. His face appeared on the screen, his smile wide even though he was obviously exhausted.

"Hey, love," he whispered.

"Hey," you replied, the warmth of his letters still coursing through you. "I've found all your letters. You're the sweetest, you know that?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, a flush climbing to his cheeks.

"I just wanted you to know that I was still here."

"You were," you replied. "You always are."

Later in the evening, after your phone call had concluded, you got back into bed. As you snuggled into the blankets, one final note poked out from beneath his pillow.

I miss you so very much. Any empty hotel bed makes me homesick, just to be under your arms in our home again. But that will happen. I love you, forevermore and always. Sweet dreams.

You held the note to your chest. Luke's love reached every nook ,the messages he wrote, the memories filling your home, and the reassurance that all too soon, he'd be where he should be. At home. With you.

#dani writes ᡣ𐭩 #luke hughes x you #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes x reader #nj devils #Luke hughes #nj devils x reader #nj devils x you #new jersey devils x reader #new Jersey devils #new jersey devils x you #new jersey devils x y/n #nj devils x y/n

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hoffmansgirl · 2 days ago

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ׂ ׅ ✿ ⋆˚⊹ 18+ — minors dni! sub!nicholas, a little mean!reader, they're still kinda sweet thou :((

stepbro!nick that loves dry humping. 𓍯

especially — even though he would never say it out loud — if you're on top, straddling him, thighs on both sides of his hips.

especially when you're wearing that pair of panties, the one he got for you in victoria's secret the other day. he absolutely adores the shiny, rhinestone-covered waistband, resting on the curve of your hips, complimenting your figure while you rock your hips back and forth, back and forth, until he's sure can't take it anymore. your pretty, gloss-covered lips curving into a smirk as you whimper lowly, allowing nicholas to feel the wetness seeping through your ruined panties onto his sweatpants-covered cock.

he's practically drooling onto the sheets, holding onto your hips as if he's scared you'll stop, as if he wants to stay like this forever — underneath you, completely and utterly at his little, nasty step-sister's mercy.

he doesn't try to stop you; flip you onto your back and fuck you into oblivion, until the only thing you can see, feel, smell is his cock, engraved in your weeping pussy. you have trouble straddling his wide hips, but you do — well-trained sister for your big brother, your hands on nicholas' chest keeping you steady as you slowly, slowly ruin him.

and he doesn't mind; not one bit.

"oh shit, yes, please," he moans, throwing his head back against the sheets, his body tense underneath your fingertips. you can't help it but enjoy it — seeing your big brother, so demanding in nature, wrapped around your finger, leaking steadily through the thick fabric of his sweatpants. your boobs bounce wildly in the rhythm of your steady rocks against nicholas' cock, keeping him transfixed, unable to look away.

"you love my pussy this much, huh?" you chuckle, not waiting for an answer before continuing, "you gettin' off to me humping you like you're nothing more than a toy? so fuckin' pathetic, nicky. you ain't even inside me yet, and here you are, creaming your pants."

your mean words only seem to spur nicholas' on. his hips buck up into yours, and he lets out a relieved sigh, jaw going slack as he practically feels the wetness seeping through your panties, sure as hell leaving a dark spot where you're endlessly rocking against him.

pathetically so, he can feel himself getting close — and, sure as hell, you can feel it too. with a teasing smirk, you lean down, your palms on both sides of his head, planting a teasing kiss on the side of his neck. nicholas shivers, tightening his grip on your hips before he lets out a breathless sigh, instinctively leaning into your touch.

he would never say it out loud, but being so close to you, underneath you, utterly under your spell, gives him a sense of comfort and peace he's been seeking ever since he was a kid. nicholas loves watching the way your eyebrows furrow, jaw slack as you ride him a little harder, just a little more to get yourself and him to the edge.

"i'm gonna cum, fuck, i— can i cum f'ya?" nicholas grits his teeth, desperate, feeling the tips of his ears turn red in embarrassment. you let out a shaky laugh, rolling your hips just the right way — the way that has him spiralling; not sure if he can hold on any longer.

"i don't know. can you?" you wonder out loud, tilting your head, pouting your lips for an extra effect. you feign innocence, but nicholas knows you're anything but; seeing right through your facade, feeling your agonising gaze on the side of his face.

"please, sissy— been so good f'ya, haven't i? been a good boy f'ya, right?" he seeks validation, looking at you through his lashes, bottom lip shaking as he tries to hold in from exploding beneath you. your heart swells in your chest, and you give his cheek a gentle squeeze, feeling your legs tense up from holding you up for so long.

"yes, nicky. my good boy. god, you feel so good," you moan, letting your hand wrap around his neck firmly — you know you're not half as strong as he is, but the light pressure of your fingers squeezing his pulse point are enough to make him lightheaded. "so big, so strong. and aaaall mine, yeah? tell me."

nicholas nods furiously, and you almost want to laugh.

"all yours, baby. all. fucking. yours." he hisses lowly, and you balance yourself with your other hand on his bicep while you move back and forth as hard and fast as you can. you're right here, feeling your clit pulse with the wild thudding of your heart, and you let out a cry so obscene it makes nicholas' cock twitch in his pants.

"come for me, then," you whisper, digging your nails into his bicep, biting your lip as his eyes roll back into his head. you apply more pressure on his neck, noticing the way his hips buck into yours every time you do so. interesting.

and so he does.

and you don't stop, not even when tears collect on his waterline, wetting his gorgeous eyelashes, and he looks up at you all wide-eyed, not sure himself what he's begging for — for you to stop or to keep going.

𝐇𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ₂₀₂₅ © do not copy, translate, modify / remake my content.

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pseudoquiddity · 2 days ago

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DID YOU KNOW? The Stamatins share a candle in the theater of death - implication being they share a soul, a heart, a life. But did you ALSO KNOW that the Saburovs do too? I've been thinking about how similar the Stamatins and the Saburovs are and how P2 is actively comparing them, and I think P3 will make that comparison very important to their characters. A long thing that only I care about under the cut:

For a game that's all about love, the Stamatins and Saburovs are the only characters who conventionally "share" love as a couple and have a relationship (The Kains are all disparate, so are the Olgimskys. Everyone's wives are dead and siblings are opposed. Maria and Khan are like Vlad Jr. and Capella - that's another conversation entirely).

Alexander and Andrey are both made gentle when taking care of their addict-other-half. Andrey is focused on masculine posturing and masculinity in general, as is Alexander through his role as a town leader (mister ruler of the Rod, the spine of the town). Peter, who is archetypically more sensitive and artistic leans toward the feminine (not to strip him of his masculinity, but this is in comparison to Andrey. Because this game talks about binaries, Peter is everything Andrey isn't because two of anything implies a binary). He has almost supernatural visions that don't always pan out that he can't always communicate - the same can be said of Katerina.

Both families care for their daughter - Clara and the Polyhedron ("Have you ever lost a child? Well, mine was just murdered! My brother's, too!") But when Clara leaves the Saburovs and the Polyhedron is near-collapse, both the Saburovs and Stamatins agree to take care of Grace. Essentially, all parties are willing to think of themselves as parents - the Saburovs want so badly to be mother and father, though the Stamatins don't concretely say whether they see themselves as two parent-brothers sharing joint ownership of an idea or if, instead, they exist in a nebulous, undefined marriage that produced a biological miracle.

And, naturally, because they're so similar, the two families hate each other...

And yet, I think it's clear the game stresses that the Saburovs' relationship, for all of its faults and miscommunications, is healthy while there is something miserably wrong with the Stamatins. It's created parallels so that they can be easily compared and becomes obvious when they don't line up.

In the Diurnal ending, Katerina and Alexander's dialogue changes depending on who dies. Katerina and Alexander mourn for each other in their own way, or if neither is dead, they renew their wedding vows underneath a Cathedral bell. What's also sweet is that, on an earlier day, they'll both ask you to help their other half (Katerina wants Artemy to doctor Alexander's stress because Alexander is too proud not to bear everything himself. Alexander wants Artemy to doctor Katerina's delusions because Alexander can't decide whether they're real or not).

On the ALTERNATE side, in the Diurnal ending, Peter's dialogue never changes, no matter if Andrey lives or dies. But Andrey's does - and pretty radically. Andrey only mourns the Polyhedron when Peter's alive, but if he's dead, Andrey's conversation is much less explosive. In what might have been a mirror of the Saburovs' situation, when you go to give Andrey prophylaxis, like Alexander of Katerina - he says that he doesn't need help but his brother does. When you talk to Peter, he doesn't mention his brother and tells you to check on Anna. He even says that he "should have left this god-forsaken place two years ago. Get clean and move away for good," with no mention of Andrey.

It seems like, at every moment, Andrey is attempting to connect with Peter in the same way the Saburovs do - but he's certainly more of a zealout about it. Katerina and Alexander deny that there's anything wrong with them and tell you to check on their partner, but they don't say what Andrey does, and what Artemy points out as abnormal: "Take good care of my brother, doctor. If I kick the bucket, so be it." And at every opportunity, Peter turns away from Andrey. By his own admittance, the only thing keeping him here is his addiction (isn't that suspect) and the Polyhedron.

So, to me... It seems like the Stamatins and the Saburovs have a similar, if not the same, relationship, but what sets them apart is that the Stamatins are an extreme - and quite possibly self-serving in their love (twins, naturally). In P1, the Stamatins were mutually destructive. Andrey fed Peter alcohol, Peter never sought to break free of it despite his resentment, which meant that Andrey would never break the cycle either and would continue grinding himself down for his brother. (If you've ever read a single book that uses incest as a symptom of deeper issues, then the P1 Stamatins are rife with the same kind of themes incest is often used as shorthand for, so just imagine all of those themes for me so I won't re-account all of the P1 Stamatins) But here, the duel-destruction is different. Andrey is smothering Peter, through alcohol or other means (to ensure he stays), and this is killing Peter. Peter wants to separate, and this is killing Andrey. Neither wants to kill the other, but if they don't, they'll kill themselves.

The Saburovs are on either side of their candle, facing a wall, placed side-by-side with the light at their backs. But Andrey is on his knees in front of Peter and their candle, in service to their shared heart. I think the Stamatins are as miserable as they are because their love isn't mutual - which isn't to say they don't mutually love each other, but it's not being given equally. They can't maintain the balance that the Saburovs can.

The P3 Bachelor will have to deal with both the Saburovs and the Stamatins. In a demo mindmap bubble, he can kill Katerina if he doesn't treat her correctly. Likewise, if he doesn't interfere properly, Peter will also die. The Bachelor is forced to maintain a balance in his own mind, but I wonder if he'll have to walk lines elsewhere. Would it be better to keep the manic[Andrey]-depressive[Peter] Stamatins in sustained conflict, or would the death of either twin be more beneficial... How important is it to keep the Saburovs happy, and for them to not end up like the Stamatins...

#isn't it so cool #pathologic #andrey stamatin #peter stamatin #man-of-letters #man and wife compared to sibling and sibling makes my brain tick. how is their love significantly different or similar...#does anyone have any good psycho-social essays on love fr

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kpop---scenarios · 2 days ago

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Red Lights (2)

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Warning: Sense of stalking, mentions of abuse, etc

Word Count: 2.3k

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You stood in front of the mirror looking over your outfit and makeup choices for your date with Chan. Part of you was regretting agreeing to the date, you weren't ready to be with anyone after Derek, but Chan had been sweet in the grocery store and honestly something had drawn you to him. You touched up your blush, your hands still shaking from the recurring nightmares you were having about Derek, at least you thought it was Derek. You had never seen his face in the dreams but you were sure that it was him . He hadn't contacted you, not that he would be able to. You changed your number, blocked him and moved to a new apartment but honestly, with some people, it doesn't matter what you do, they'll still find you. And you were worried he was one of those people.

A sharp, loud knock at the door startled you out of your thoughts. You set down your makeup on the table beside your mirror, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you make your way towards the door. Anxiety riddles your body as your hand hovers over the door knob. Your breath - you can't catch it. Your chest feels like it's tightening. Why were you feeling like this before this date? He was nice and he was normal. Derek really fucked you up.

“It's Chan. It's just Chan.” You whisper to yourself, gripping the knob as hard as you can, turning it slowly. You pull the door open, and your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. There stands a blonde haired, blue eyed man. Not the brown hair, brown eyes man you had been expecting.

“You've been a hard girl to track down, y/n.” Derek partially chuckles.

“W-what are you doing here?” You mutter. Your stomach twists and turns as Derek cocks his head to the side, smirking while his eyes dart up and down your body.

“I've come to bring my girlfriend back home.” He sighs. “Hasn't this gone on long enough, y/n? I let you have your little tantrum but enough is enough now.” Derek sighs.

“This isn't a tantrum, Derek. It's over. We're over.” You remind him.

“No, we're not.” He says, reaching out for you. You pull your arm back before he's able to latch onto you.

Before you can say anything, Chan stands behind Derek, who is unaware of Chan's presence. “You need to go. We broke up. It's done.” You say.

“Stop being a little bitch, y/n.” Derek snaps.

“Woah, woah.” Chan chuckles. He places his hand on Derek's shoulder, pulling him back, hard enough that Derek slightly loses his balance.

“Who are you?” Derek asks, swatting Chan's hands away.

“I'm her date. And if you don't leave her alone, we're going to have a problem.” Chan says in the most calming, and smooth tone but with a terrifying undertone.

“She has a boyfriend, did she tell you that?” Derek asks, smoothing out his shirt.

“From what I heard she has an ex boyfriend who won't leave her alone.” Chan says, shrugging his shoulders.

“You don't know what you're talking about.” Derek huffs, turning away from Chan, looking back at you. “Grab a few things. I'm taking you home.” Derek says to you, the tone of his voice turned annoyed now. You can see the patience has completely left his body and usually when that happened, it was never good.

“I'm home. And if you don't leave I'm going to be calling the police.” You say, trying to be loud and confident. You wanted to show him that you weren't going to take his shit anymore. And to be completely honest, the fact that Chan was there and glaring daggers into Derek made you feel quite a lot better.

“This isn't over.” Derek murmurs, turning to walk away from you.

“Hmmm, I think it is.” Chan says, loudly. Surprisingly Derek doesn't respond, only murmuring to himself as he stomps down the hallway like a child who didn't get his way.

You exhale, repeatedly as your anxiety finally winds down. You can feel the tearing brimming in your eyes and you desperately didn't want to ruin the night with this.

“Do you wanna cancel?” Chan asks, giving you sympathetic eyes.

“No, no.” You smile at him. “But thank you for offering. And for helping.” You say, stepping out of your apartment. As you and Chan walked away, you couldn't remember if you had locked the door or not. But you were sure you locked it. Right? Of course you did.

… right?

“So.” Chan smiles, sitting across from you, holding the menu. “Derek seems… lovely.” He chuckles.

“He was, when we first started dating.” You say. “But after time things started to change. Well, he started to change. He was always angry, everything I did pissed him off. I could never win. And then…” you trailed off. You really didn't want to fully get into it, especially with a man who was practically a stranger to you, and one when you were on a first date.

“Anyways, it wasn't good. But he just won't accept the fact that I won't put up with it anymore.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“Well good for you.” Chan says. “No one deserves that.”

“Thank you. So, what do you do for work?” You ask, changing the subject. And for the rest of the night, the conversation between the two of you flowed perfectly. You talked about your childhoods, schools, colleges, your families, your lives, hopes and dreams. It wasn't until the waiter stood beside your table, clearing his throat that you realized it was a little past closing time and the two of you were the only ones left.

“I'm sorry to break this up, but I have to ask the two of you to leave now. We closed 30 minutes ago.” He says.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry.” You say, rushing to grab your things. Chan pays the bill as you wait by the door, feeling all the things in your stomach that you feel when you really like someone. You did. You really liked Chan but you were still scared because of how Derek had treated you. It was hard to know who you could actually trust in life. You had felt like you could trust Derek but clearly you weren't the best judge of character.

“Here.” Chan smiles, offering you his arm. “I'll take you home.” You wrap your arm around Chan's following him as he leads you out of the restaurant to his car.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight.” You say, sitting in the passenger seat of the car as Chan drives, one hand on the steering wheel, the other one lays on your thigh and that makes you feel some sort of way.

“Can I walk you up?” Chan asks.

“That's okay.” You smile. You wanted him too, you wanted to invite him in for a coffee that you knew wouldn't end up being coffee and you'd do things with him that you wanted to do but weren't quite ready for.

“Can I atleast see you again?” He asks, shyly, looking down.

“I would love that.” You respond, the butterflies fluttering harder inside your stomach. “Call me.” You finish, getting out of his car. You clutch your purse, walking fast into your building. You're smiling from ear to ear as you walk into the building. It stays as you ride the elevator up to your floor, as you walk down the hallway to your apartment. You stick your key in to unlock the door, but it's already unlocked.

Your stomach drops.

You swore you locked the door before you left with Chan.

You turn the knob, pushing the door open. The lights are all off but you don't hear anything. You don't see anything. You walk in, closing the door, flicking the light switch to the kitchen. It's empty. You sigh in relief, setting down your purse, taking off your jacket. You run your hand through your hair as you take off your shoes, puttering through the kitchen. You walk past the living room, taking a quick glance and continue on, until you realize something wasn't right.

You back up, turning on the light to the living room, seeing Derek sitting on the couch, his arms crossed, and a pissed off look on his face.

“Did you break in?” You ask.

“You didn't lock the door, love.” He murmurs. “I can't believe you went on a date.”

“Why can't you believe that?” You sigh, trying to think of where you left your phone. “We're not together anymore, Derek.”

“Yes we are. And you're not the one who's allowed to decide that. I'll tell you when we're done. Not the other way around.” He snaps. Your heart is pounding, you feel like you're going to throw up.

“Derek, please. Please just let me go. Move on. You'll find someone else.” You say, trying to smile. You just needed to get him out of your apartment.

“Someone else?” Derek scoffs. “I don't want someone else, y/n. What about that are you not understanding? You. Are. Mine. And that's it. I'm not leaving until you agree that you'll move back in with me.”

“Derek, it was toxic. We were not good together. I can't go through that with you again. You need to leave. Now.” You urge, motioning towards the door. Derek laughs, getting up off the couch, walking towards you. You back up, trying to make it to your purse where your phone was.

“Not until you agree.” He sighs. He's getting mad again. You can tell. You had learned what his mood was like through his breaths and his body language.

“No. I'm not going to agree. I'm happy now. I've moved on.” You say, bumping into the counter. You can see your purse laying on the table. You know your head down, walking towards the table. You grab your purse, grab your phone and try to unlock it fast.

“What are you doing with your phone?” Derek asks, reaching out for it. You moved away, not letting him get your phone.

“Something is wrong with you. You need to leave.” You yell. “Leave. Or I'm calling the police.” You say, showing him that you'd already dialed the number and you just needed to press call.

“You wouldn't call the police on me. You're not that fucking stupid.” Derek yells. “Don't be dumb, because it'll just make things that much worse for you.”

“You think threatening me is a good way to get what you want?” You yell back. “That might have worked when we were together, but we’re not anymore. You don't get to do whatever you want with me.”

“Says you. I say something else. I won't leave you alone until you agree to be with me again.”

You shake your head, pressing the call button, putting the phone up to your ear. You were proud of yourself for standing up to him. But you'd made a mistake. You turned around as it rang once, and that's when Derek took the opportunity to snatch it from your hand, slamming it down on the floor, shattering it.

“Derek! What the fuck?” You yell. You were exhausted, drained and so over this situation. “Fine. Fine. You win.” You sigh. “I'm not moving back in with you yet but we'll get back together.”

The smile on Derek’s face wasn't happiness, but more of accomplishment. He was happy at the fact he thought he wore you down enough, threatened you enough that you finally gave into him.

“There. See? That wasn't so hard was it?” He laughs. “We can talk more details tomorrow, baby. I know you're tired. Get some sleep.” He says. He leans in, giving you a kiss on the cheek before brushing his lips against your ear. “I promise I'll be back.” He says, turning around, and walking out the door without another word.

You let out a deep sigh, locking the door behind him, deadbolt and chain. You didn't have any energy left for tonight. So instead of showering, you brushed your teeth and got changed into your pajamas, and crawled into your bed. You hoped for a peaceful, dreamless sleep. But that never happens.

You dreamt of being stalked again, the man chasing you down the street, rain pouring down onto you as you screamed for help but there was no one around. You pounded on doors, tried to open windows, trying to find anywhere safe but like usual, everything was closed and locked, and you were all alone trying to escape.

“Found you.” You hear that familiar voice, just as you bolt up in bed, rain pouring down outside your bedroom window. Thunder crackling in the sky, the only lights coming from the lightning flashing outside your window. You rub your eyes, trying to turn on a light.

“Fuck.” You whine.

The power was out. You rub your eyes again. You blink a few times, looking down the hallway as lightning flashes once again, you see a shadow figure of a man standing there.

“Leave me alone, Derek!” You cry.

“Shhh, it's okay.” The man says, walking towards you. You rub your eyes again, this feels like a dream. You see Chan walking towards you, kneeling beside your bed.

“Is this a dream?” You ask, yawning.

“Yes baby, it is. But you're safe now.” He whispers. Helping you lay back down. You close your eyes once again, feeling safe, somehow. You nuzzle back into your bed, getting comfy as dream Chan strokes your hair, whispering sweet nothings to you.

“Thank you.” You murmur, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“And soon, you'll never have to worry about Derek again.”

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valentine-cafe · 2 days ago

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˖⁺. ﹙ literature professor x fem reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . repeat after me !! 🍒 : literature professor character﹙ dilf au talisen. ﹚

your private tutor lesson has quite the turn | cw: age gap, professor/uni student, smut, rough sex, creampie

"So?" Your professor clicks his tongue quietly. His glasses pushed up to the bridge of his nose. Cock pulsing inside of your warm cunt. As he looks down at the homework you'd come to recieve some help for. He couldn't deny helping you after all. The sweet literature major student from his class he privately tutored because noone else was able to take up the position.

Or, that's what he'd told you at the least—

"T-the s-sttudy of p-postc-oh f-fuck, p-professor zh-zhào," the tip that kisses your cervix and leaks with cum sends shivers up your spine, interrupting what you'd initially planned to say. It felt so good. Your chest pressed against his kitchen desk while half drunkenly trying to get to studying. . . It was hard not to buck your hips back into him. Alas, the punishment for it would be a pain in your ass, to say the least.

"Keep reading precious." He hums into your ear. Warm hands gliding up your bare stomach to cup at the dips in your waist to give you a few pumps of his hips. Pulling another moan out of you. "Or do I have to give you lowest grade tomorrow?"

"N— no!" You whine, nails scraping across the marble surface of the table, trying your hardest to read through the words on the gods forsaken book below you. He knows what he's doing.

Whether he wants you to read the page or not, you're not so sure anymore. The tummy loops his little groans throw around in your ears is enough to make you leak with so much arousal a base of cream has already started to form around his thick cock.

"Then—" A heavy breath fans against your neck, his arm pushing away the wine glasses to grab his arm over the counter and pin you a bit more. Fucking harder into you. "—Start, fucking, reading." He's making you delirious like it's nothing, isn't he?

"P-postcolonial or international e-englis-hnhhh professor!" It's hopeless. You can't be normal when he's got you against him like this. His front flush against your back. Bullying your poor, swollen cunt with his large dick to help it milk the cum he has to give you.

"Such a pretty girl," he whispers against your shoulder. Pace growing a little faster than last. The soft plapping of his balls against your wet cunt sends you into a blurred state of heaven you can't describe. "Should make you my wife instead, have you here take care of our son." He mumbles and bites at your shoulder.

"Wouldn't have to give him away to his dad," the breathless whispers against your flushed skin goes unheard. You're too busy feeling the rush of emotions that crash into your heart and stomach. The big muscle within your chest fluttering, is akin to that of the pretty pussy he's got wrapped around him.

"P-professo-or!" Your tits jiggle and slap against the counter so beautifully, he could get addicted to the feel of you, the mere presence of you. He's sure that he already is.

Each part of you is the most poetic sonnet he has ever read. The taste of you, the love that you have to give, all of you. Maybe his drunk mind was messing with him, he really hoped that you loved him back as much as he loves you.

"F- mghn. . . Feel good baby?" He moans softly. Face flushed from the small responses you give him throughout the messy fuck. "G-god. . . Shouldn't fuck you here."

Pants come quick from his lungs, long and extended. As his hands lift you up and he pulls out of you much to your dismay. Yet the giddy feel tickles away at your brain when you feel your back hit the soft cushions of the couch, your leg flung into the air while he's half on the couch half not, dick thrusting itself back into you to continue giving you the pleasure you deserve after the hard week.

Kisses move up and down your neck, down to your collarbone to pull the swirling feeling in your head into further spiral. Just like his index and middle find your throbbing clit, swirling and rubbing away at it to pull those delicous sounds out of you.

"C'mon— hah. . ." Small encouragements begin to fill your ears. It's not hard to tell that pleasure is coiled up in your tummy, creating a knot that begs to be released.

"T-Talisen," oh those pathetic sobs. You feel almost ashamed of them, yet he all but laughs a little, head thrown back as he shallows his thrusts and builds the pace a bit more to help you on your way. "You can do it baobei. You can do it,"

Your vision spots with black and white as you feel yourself let go, the knot recoiling and whipping itself everywhere in your lower abdomen as your orgasm washes over you and you leak out onto him, messing the couch below you slightly.

That's going to be he favourite spot on it now. . . He thinks to himself. Before letting out a small gasp as your warm cunt squeezes down against him so hard, his own orgasm crashes down on him. One that sends shivers down his spine.

"I love you-" He whines out, the drunk words barely passing through your ears. Though you're too drunk yourself to fully process them.

The poor man can only hope neither of you remember them spoken in the morning. Though knowing your sharp mind. . . He'll have to face the sentence when the time comes.

#﹙ cupcake rush. ﹚: talisen dilf au 𖹭 ݁#x fem reader #reader insert #x reader #smut #fem reader #professor x reader #dilf x reader #oc x reader #original character x reader #think i need someone older : dilf au #asterism

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 22 hours ago

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Ordinary Introduction, Wedding Bells

Masterlist Word count: 1.8k Zayne x Fem!Reader

Summary: After seeing his best friend getting married to the love of her life, Zayne can't help but be a little jealous. He never had this feeling before. It's almost like he's longing for someone to love. At the wedding, she introduces him to a colleague who instantly forces him out of his comfort zone. Could this be love?

“Might just be the only picture I ever post and it's not even my own wedding. Thank you @/Millennialgreyhater for being my friend and involving me in the most important moments in your life. It was a true honor to be your best man. I wish you and Sylus the very best and hope I'll get to see you shine for all the years to come. Love, Zayne.”

Zayne looks at the post he made hours ago again. It was meant to be sweet gesture for a friend, but now it seems his own words are nagging him. "Might just be the only picture I ever post and it's not even my own wedding."

No, because it is her wedding. Because he has written love off long ago. Because he keeps choosing his career over relationships. Because his work is important. With the insane hours he works, it might as well be impossible to keep a relationship alive. Every girlfriend he's ever had either ends up accusing him of avoiding them, accusing him of cheating, or just bore of spending so little time with him. He's not exactly an exciting man, he knows that very well, but he won't say no when he's asked to do something. However, none of them ever did ask him out.

Seeing his best friend, the one who always made time for him, get married to the love of her life who quite literally changed his whole life around for her... it makes him jealous. Jealous? No, it is not quite jealousy. It's this strange empty feeling in his chest. Like his heart is there and beating, but there's no warmth inside it.

It's not an unfamiliar feeling to him. Actually, it is a quite regular feeling for him. But right here, right now, it seems to sting more than usual. Especially seeing his friend dancing with her husband like they haven't been through hell and back together. It's almost as if their love has erased all the problems they've had.

Realistically, he knows that's not the truth. Zayne knows better than others how much effort it has taken those two to get together again. At moments it has been like pulling teeth, but they made it through because they wanted a future together. It seems a little unfair that they are able to get all of that and he's barely able to get someone who texts him back.

But the love they share, that is something he wants too. Forgiving, outreaching, helpful, affectionate. Is that too much to ask for? At this point he figures it might as well be. Either way, he's happy for them. Happy enough that it slips out of his eyes and rolls over his cheeks.

When the song for their first dance ends, she approaches him with outstretched hands, inviting him for a dance. Zayne quickly looks over her shoulder to Sylus, her husband, who gives him a nod. He takes her hand, a warmth spreading through his body. Familial love, a different kind of love but just as appreciated by Zayne. Together, they sway over the dance floor with Sylus’ gentle eyes watching his wife enjoying herself, smiling contently.

'Zayne, I don't think I can ever thank you enough for all you've done for me, for us,' she tells him as she pulls him closer, overwhelmed by the feelings of the day, 'but still, thank you.'

'I'd do it a million times to see you happy.' She smiles knowing that he truly means it. Her head lays down on his shoulder and he feels the slightest bit of envy when he looks over at Sylus, who looks proud as can be watching his beautiful wife. The man has it all. Everything Zayne just can't seem to get for himself. Happiness, stability, a partner to rely on.

The happiness that has been granted to them seems a gift from the gods, truly. He can only hope and pray he'll find something like that for himself someday.

Just when a strangely green feeling starts spreading in his chest, she lifts her head off his shoulder with a cheeky grin and a glint of mischief in her eyes, 'Remind me to introduce you to one of my colleagues. I think you'll like her.'

'You must be doctor Zayne.'

Zayne turns toward the voice, startled by how close it is. He almost jerks back from the person, but then, for a second – just a second – it feels like the air is being punched out of his lungs. The woman standing next to him is positively radiant, shining brighter than the sunset spilling through the sheer curtains hung on the venue's windows. Golden hour could learn a thing or two from you. And then you have the nerve to smile at him, wide and unapologetic, like you know exactly who you are and what you're doing. He feels like he's lighter, floating almost, and that terrifies him.

'The bride told me a lot about you,' you say, your voice warm and teasing, like you're in on a joke that he's still trying to understand.

'She did,' he questions, his tone carefully cautious. He's suddenly reminded of the bride's promise to introduce him to someone, to a colleague of hers. Are you... her? You tilt your head, your eyes catching the light, and he feels his stomach drop. 'Are you one of her colleagues?' He tries to sound more casual but fails miserably.

You nod excitedly, then stop very suddenly, as if to rethink your answer. 'Well, yes and no. I get hired for my serviced every now and then. I'm an artist, but art doesn't always pay the bills, so I also do murals for her company occasionally.'

An artist? Zayne glanced over at his friend on the dance floor, having fun with her new husband. She's staring at the two of them with the biggest grin on her face, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs-up. He raises an eyebrow at her, a silent question why she would send a woman like you his way. But she just shrugs as if to say, "You're welcome."

He turns back to you and offers you a polite smile; the kind you'd give a stranger who strikes up a conversation on the subway while you've got your headphones on. 'That's interesting,' he offers, his tone friendly but distant.

You tilt her head again, this time a little more taunting, a slight frown playing on your eyebrows. 'Interesting,' you repeat, your voice laced with amusement, 'that's all you've got?'

Zayne feels a flicker of guilt, but he pushes it down. Here he stands with this beautiful radiant woman who is giving him the time of day, but he knows this will go nowhere. No matter how much he likes your smile or the way your eyes seem to see right through him. There is no way you'll be able to forgive that his heart belongs first and foremost to his work. How could you? You don't know him.

But you're not giving up. You're not walking away. You don't even seem hurt by his cold words. Instead, you almost look like you've been challenged. And it looks like you like a challenge.

'She told me you can be a little too serious sometimes,' you say, leaning in slightly. It almost sounds like an insult, but there's that same glimmer of mischief in your eyes that he saw in his friend's eyes earlier and your voice sweet as if honey drips right off your words.

'Did she now?' Zayne replies, crossing his arms. He's not too sure if he's annoyed or intrigued, but there's a good chance that it's both.

You grin, undeterred. 'She did. And I think she's right.' Then, you pause to study him for a moment. Your eyes run over his whole exterior, looking at the details of his neat, well-fitted suit, inspecting the details of his face. It almost makes him a little nervous. Almost. 'If you could paint your life, what color would it be?'

The question catches him off guard. It's random, yet thought-provoking, and completely unexpected. Zayne opens his mouth to deflect, to say something safe and noncommittal, to protect himself, but the honesty in her gaze makes him stop in his tracks.

'Gray,' he admits before he can stop himself.

You laugh, a bright melodic sound, a heavenly sound that makes something in his chest tighten. 'Gray,' you repeat, shaking your head. 'We'll have to fix that.'

Zayne blinks, unsure of how to respond. 'Fix it?'

'Yeah,' you say as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. 'Life's too short to be gray. You need some color. Some... chaos.' The way you look at him implies you mean yourself, as if you're the living embodiment of both. The color part he understands and the chaos part... it's making more and more sense to him with every word spoken between them.

Zayne can't help but smile a little, just a little. 'Chaos, huh? I'm not sure I'm built for chaos.'

'Everyone is built for chaos,' you counter, your eyes sparkling with excitement, 'you just have to let yourself enjoy it.'

Before he can say anything else, you grab his hand, your fingers warm and he notices the colorful stains on them. He imagines they are paint stains of some kind. 'Come on doctor,' you say, tugging him towards the dance floor.

Zayne hesitates, glancing at the bride once more, who is now watching them with an expression of pure delight. He sighs, knowing he's already lost this battle. She will call him in a few days and pester him about you, begging him to take her out.

'Alright,' he sighs, letting you pull him into the crowd, 'but I'm warning you, I'm not a good dancer.'

You grin over her shoulder. 'Good thing I'm not either.'

And for the first time in what feels like forever, Zayne laughs – really laughs – as they stumble around the dance floor together. You must look like a bunch of children at a school party, but for, what feels like, the first time in his life he doesn't really care.

When he gets home from the party, he realizes he hasn't even asked your name, nor your number. The whole night feels like a blur, like a happy lucid dream. He was on cloud nine and in a few days he's in a sterile hospital again. Strange how a night like this can feel so different from his everyday life.

He sighs. At least it'll be a beautiful memory. Just when he wants to get undressed to take a shower, his phone buzzes.

"Hey, I asked our beautiful bride for your number, I hope you don't mind. What are you doing next Wednesday?"

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 days ago

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The Grad Student (Male!Reader x Loki)

Fun dynamic Loki casually meets a male college student reader at a coffee shop or something. Loki was there just to screw with people to feel better. But at some point he ends up venting to them about his and thor's relationship. They end up becoming friends and Loki both loves that they validate his feelings about his thor grudge ( Loki talks in very broad strokes) and have a sense of humor as well. Of course Loki is mad protective though.

Luke has an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean against him.

"He clearly didn't deserve you." he says softly, taking a sip of his coffee.

It's a ritual of yours. Once a week, like clockwork, rain or shine, you hang out together at a chill coffeeshop just off campus.

It's one of those with beanbags and sofas strewn about, soft music playing.

And you bitch about everything together, no judgement. Venting and validation.

And of course, wicked senses of humor.

Luke has this dick brother who's your typical jock. Daddy's favorite, everybody loves him, all that jazz.

But he loves his brother too, which just makes him all the more infuriating.

It's just nice to commiserate with someone who gets it.

"I swear, he'd lose his own head if it wasn't attached to his neck. The man's infuriating." Luke growls.

"What'd he do this time?"

"Tried to get me to come home again. Like I have any reason to now that Mother's gone."

"You're studying. Doesn't he get that?"

"He thinks I've got a duty to the family."

"Wait... he thinks?"

You devolved into snickers.

But today, you're fresh off another ghosting.

"I'm just tired of giving it my all and nobody wanting me. These guys are just... they don't like me."

Luke looks at you seriously. "I like you."

You glance up at him from where you sit nestled against his side.

"I'm perfectly serious. And another thing - I'd rather you get ghosted than get your heart broken by some unworthy thug."

"Gee, I can't tell if that's sweet or not."

He shakes you lightly. "No one hurts you, darling."

"You don't usually let yourself act like you have a heart."

"What can I say? You bring out the best in me." There's a self-deprecating sarcasm to his tone, but it's softer than usual.

There's something he believes in it.

You crane your neck and kiss him on the cheek.

He freezes, just for a moment, and for just a second...

just a glimpse...

his eyes are bright red, shiny and glossy like cherries, his skin a pale navy, raised lines trace along his face like scarification marks

and the air seems to freeze around him.

It's only an instant before Luke the grad student is back, red leather jacket and gingery brown curly hair, looking at you in almost shock.

You simply nestle in closer.

"I don't... you... I didn't..."

You chuckle. "I know you find it hard to express affection."

"I did just say I liked you."

"Well then... consider that me saying it back."

"Ah."

Luke sits there for several minutes, holding you close, hand gently tracing up and down your arm.

"My name."

"Hmm?"

"You've been saying it wrong the whole time."

"What?"

"It's not Luke. It's... Loki."

"...oh." you whisper.

"Is that going to be an issue? With this, I mean."

"No, I don't think so. I still like you, Luke. Loki."

"Good."

Companionable silence.

"So when you talk about your dumbass brother, you really meant-"

Loki groans.

#loki x male reader #loki x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel headcanons #headcanons

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saurons-pr-department · 2 days ago

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I was reading a Reddit thread earlier (I know, my first mistake) where people were getting into a rather heated debate about whether or not the Jedi got what was coming to them, were their actions in the lead up to Order 66 appropriate, should they have even been involved in the war, yadda yadda... Anyway, I was struck with how much it felt like reading people discuss the actions of a real-life institution, whose actions had real-life implications for real-life people. It also reminded me of reading discussions on here about actions taken by the Feanorions, Elwing, the Valar etc etc. It got me thinking about how stories and characters are often discussed in fandom as if we lived in their world and how I don't always... get it? I suppose.

What I mean is, for me, characters and their arcs are tools in the craft of storytelling. Yes, I do get emotionally invested in them (as anyone who was around during my peak Sauron girlie moment, or who's currently following the Tech obsession on my main will know), but I'm not interested in making a personal judgment of their actions as if I lived in their world too. To me a character is 'good' if I feel they fit their niche in the story well. A wonderfully slimey antagonist brings me just as much joy as a warm and kind-hearted hero. A 'good' ending to me could be happy or tragic or bitter sweet, as long as it fits the overall tone and message of the story.

I'm not here to say much of anything against the types of debates that I've mentioned above. Do fandom your way. It's just that, they are quite common in fandom and I find that I really can't get into them and felt like musing on it this moring. These conversations just don't make sense to me. I can't get angry at this flawed character's terrible decisions because this is a story of how a flawed person's life ends up going to shit. The flawed decisions are the point. I'm only going to be annoyed at their decisions if I find any of them character breaking in order to force the story to where the author wants it to be. And at that point what I'm annoyed with is poor story construction and not the character themselves. Conversations where people state that their dislike for a character, fictional institution or group stems from a personal disagreement with their actions, and where they seem to get genuinely angry about it just... confuse me.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm reading or watching stories dispassionately. I too think "wow, this guy makes terrible decisions", "that organisation's actions are vile", "this character is so sweet I would do anything for them". I love when a story can make me feel real feelings towards a character, despite them never having been a real person. It's something that takes great skill and I admire people for posessing it (I greatly wish I had this skill). It's just that my enjoyment of a character or story is almost completely detached from my agreeing or disagreeing with their actions. It's why you'll never find me being anti/pro Valar, Jedi etc. They're not real. There is nothing to be anti or pro towards.

I say 'almost completely detatched' because of course, characters can commit the mortal sin of being annoying to me personally! In which case they can fuck right off. And, on a less silly note, I can also disagree with an author's depiction or framing of something based on my own personal opinions. And, like every other human on the planet, I am flawed and come to a story with my own biases and presumptions. These will colour my interpretions of characters and their actions, and will affect my enjoyment of them.

Again, I'm not really going anywhere in particular with this. It's just I saw people interacting with stories in a way that is very different from how I choose to do it and felt like thinking out loud. Maybe other people feel like joining in (we don't join in on tumblr as much as we used to I feel). In short though, conversations like the one I saw this morning on Reddit don't really make sense to me. I don't really see the point in getting caught up with whether or not I agree or disagree with a charcter's actions because sometimes the disagreeable actions are the whole point of the character and their story. If I like the story, why would I go getting angry at it's point?

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Coffee and Confidence| a Harry Castillo x fem reader story

Premise: just a Harry x reader a little one shot. Maybe more. Saw the trailer and can't get the character out of my mind. Perhaps just my delulu or Pedro being my husband 🤷🏽‍♀️. Giving our boy a happy ending... Perhaps in more ways than one 😉. I OWN NOTHING!!!

Comments is love 💕. Thinking it's a one-shot unless y'all want more.

Harry Castillo was every girl's dream-- or so he thought. He was rich, successful, handsome, funny, smart... and generous in many aspects. But he hasn't been successful in the dating scene. The women of his past would blame it for him being "married" to his job, or never really being fully in. Harry would just call it bad luck.

He couldn't explain what made him work from home that day or that pull he had to take a little walk to the nearby coffee shop he never even knew was around the corner from his luxury apartment. Just that his heart stopped when he saw you standing behind the counter. Your hair in a messy bun, glasses framing your big round eyes, and a smile made his knees buckle.

You smiled sweetly and made a joke about him being a zombie when he gave you his obscene coffee order of an Iced Espresso with six shots and extra ice. He laughed probably too loudly or made a huge fool of himself as he shamelessly flirted but then gave a wink as he left the shop but it made a flutter cross your midsection.

...Two months...

Two months of blatant flirting, two months bringing an embarrassingly large boutique of roses to the shop, and bringing little gifts that made him "think of you". Which made all your female coworkers envious. And nothing.

He saw you sitting down at a table in the corner alone, with a book in hand.

"Hey beautiful, break time?" Sitting down across from you, his order already in hand.

Smiling that sweet smile you always gave him. Was it genuine or just a customer service smile you granted everyone access to, he wondered. "Hey Harry." Aw, that smile. "Yeah."

"What are you reading?" He asks, genuinely. Showing him the cover. "Autobiography of Red." He reads out loud. "Any good?"

"So far." You admit. Placing the bookmark back in place and setting it down.

"Okay, I got to ask." Crossing his legs. "It's been a few months and I feel like I made my intentions known. Are you just not interested?"

You smile, licking your lips with a small chuckle escaping them. "Harry, you've tried to flaunt that you have money but not once have you tried to stir up a real conversation with me or even ask me out on a date. There's one thing you haven't taken into consideration."

He sat back in his chair, nodding. "What's that? You're not interested?"

"I don't care about your money." You answer honestly. "The huge flowers and expensive gifts may work on your run of the mill female in today's society but I'm not one of them. Don't get me wrong every girl likes gifts now and again but I'm a sucker for a guy getting me something that he knows I love. Even if it's a small bag of my favorite chips, or picking me a few wild flowers while we take a trip down an old country road. Expensive doesn't always mean better."

He smiles, "And here I thought it was because of my age."

You laugh, an honest to God real laugh and it makes his chest tighten. "Oh no. I like my men, older." There's a glint in your eyes he hasn't seen before. "The grey looks good." you trace the lines of his face with your eyes as a smile pulls towards his eyes, holding back your own.

He was a good looking man, unfairly so. There was zero doubt about that. Probably the best looking man you've ever seen in your nearly forty years, but you weren't about to tell him about that. You knew Harry Castillo was a man that rarely heard no from women, and you weren't going to be the first. Doesn't mean he wasn't going to work for it.

"So does that mean you're interested?"

You hesitate before smiling as you pull a sharpie from your apron, taking his cup from his hand. Writing something before standing. "Lunch is over." You smile before walking off.

Then he saw it, your number written on the side of his cup.

...Three Days...

"Call her you fool. She gave you her number because she wants you to call her." Harry walked the floor from his fridge to the island in the spacious kitchen for the last twenty minutes before dialing your number. He's never been this nervous to call a woman.

"Three days Mr. Castillo."

"Ouch. So formal."

"Hmm," you hum. "Do you blame me?"

"No darling, forgive me?" His voice is low but tender.

"Depends."

"Oh yeah, on what?"

"What you called for?" You laugh.

"Straight to the point, l like it. Well, my best mate is getting married this weekend to a woman out of his league no doubt and I'm the best man. Best man with no date."

Sounds like you're asking me for a favor Mr. Castillo?"

"I'm begging darling."

That statement brought heat between your thighs. Holding your breath for a moment. "Not how I'd want the great Harry Castillo to beg." The sentence was out of your mouth before you could catch it.

He laughs. "Oh darling. I promise you could have me begging with how those pretty lips move."

"You just want to know how they would look moving over every inch of your body."

You heard his breath hitch over the receiver. "Darling, I think I underestimated you."

"Most do. So this wedding?"

Harry can't help but smile. "Saturday at 2."

"Send me the address."

"I can pick you up." He offers.

"I can get myself there, besides what if I need to run for the hills?"

Harry faked a gasp. "That hurts."

Laughing at the sarcastic tone in his voice.

"Until then darling."

"Night Harry."

"Oh thank goodness, I thought the only way you were going to call me Harry again is when I get my mouth between your thighs."

"Sure cocky."

"Confident darling, confident."

The way he called you darling had you melting against your bed. "Good night, Harry."

"Night."

The call ended.

Harry smiled to hisself, punching the air in triumph. Doing a little shuffle in his socks across the wood flooring.

Harry was a confident man, but he also had a loud voice that always liked to tell him when he wasn't enough.

The lack of a relationship the past year just fed that voice. For the first time in over a year he was excited.

Saturday came slowly. The wedding was beautiful but so hectic he didn't see you, not til the reception. Quickly spotting you at a table near the back. He picked up his name card, walking over setting his down on the plate next to yours. Confidently throwing the placeholders card over his shoulder as he sat.

"Can I get you a drink?"

You smile. Damn he looks good. "Whiskey on the rocks." Before you could say another word, a waiter set your drink in front of you. A confident smile spreading across his face. "H- how?"

"I pegged you for a whiskey girl the moment I met you."

"I'm impressed," you shrugged. "But tequila is my go-to."

He smiles. "You're breathtaking." Taking in your appearance. Hair down over your shoulders, black silk dress hugging your curves, low v cut in the front dipping low enough to keep him curious and wanting more.

"You don't look bad yourself." You smile, pressing the glass to your lips.

"Dance?" Standing holding his hand out.

Hesitating before taking his hand. Both your eyes are drawn to where your bodies are connected as electricity surged through each other. Looking up into his big brown eyes, you stand.

He pulls you into his side, his hand following onto your hip as he leads you through the crowd to the dance floor. Pulling your body into a his and he leads your bodies to the beat of the song.

There was something about the way he moved, the way he spoke against your ear so no one but you could hear what he had to say, and the way he looked at you with those big lost brown eyes. You knew you were a goner. Fuck making him work for it. No that wasn't going to happen at all.

You couldn't remember how you got here. Standing in the hall outside his apartment. His arms wrapped around your waist. A slight buzzed smile kissing his lips.

"You really are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His eyes falling to your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

... And of course he's a gentleman too. You're surprised you even got to this point without a kiss. Breathing in his scent, God it was intoxicating. Something expensive but something reserved and entirely him. "I've been waiting all of two months for you to ask me that."

He smiles at your mouth. He cupped the sides of your face his lips finding yours as he pushed you back against the wall outside his front door. His knee pressing against your heat between your legs as his mouth explored yours.

A moan escaping both your lips. The soft sounds you mad urged him on, picking you up when a low grunt. Making his way into the apartment and into his bedroom. He set you down on wobbly legs.

Before anything went further. "God those big eyes of yours." His breath's heavy and needy. "Are you sure about this? I can take you home right now. It's no problem." Scanning your whole face. "I like you, like, really like you and I don't want to rush this." His cheeks reddening in a blush.

And he gets consent. You scan the room. Finding a chair in front of his desk in the corner. You walk to it sitting before spinning to face ihim. "Clothes off Mr. Castillo."

You can tell by the look on his face he's momentarily taken back by your request. But you knew he was happy to summit. He knew what you needed, of course he did. He began to slowly kick his shoes and socks off almost teasingly. The way his fingers trailed over each button of his shirt undoing them in an agonizing pace.

His eyes never leaving your face. Watching every slight change in expression. His body was hard and broad. He worked his belt off before slowly allowing his slacks to pool at his feet. He was already hard in the confinements of his briefs, it made your mouth dry.

Swallowing as they too found their way into the pile of his suit that laid on the floor before you.

God he truly is perfect. So very large, and perfect.

Your eyes trailing over every delicious inch of his body drinking him in like you were dying of thirst before your eyes met his. "Come here." You cooed. You don't know where the hell you found this new confidence but with Harry it was just there. The way he looked at you made you feel worthy.

Fingers trailing up his thigh. You pulled away causing a groan from him. The way his cock twitched in front of you, you knew your touch had already gotten to him. Pulling your hair up into a pony. No hair tie. You smile. Didn't matter, you had something better.

Grabbing his hand you put it in your hair silently telling him to hold it in place. Without warning you took a deep breath out your nose as you took all that you could of him into your mouth. He hissed tightening his grip into your hair. His freehand slamming down on the desk making you jump slightly at the sudden sound but it didn't stop you.

You worked his length, humming happily at the sounds he was making and the taste of him. He even tasted delicious.

"Fuck darling." His breathing got louder as his head fell back. Showing off that delectable neck to you. Veins large, made you want your mouth on them just as bad. "You feel amazing." Looking back down at you with such need.

Watching you work his length, he knew if you continued, this night would end faster than it began. Reluctantly he pulled him self from you with a pop of your mouth. Pulling you to your feet by your hair. You give him a Cheshire grin, biting your bottom lip. Pulling you into another kiss, tasting the saltiness of himself.

He spun you by your hips, moving your hair from your shoulder, he kissed it as his fingertips dipped below the string over your shoulders in a ghost like touch. Mouth training along your skin. As your dress fell to your hips.

Fuck no bra. He swallowed hard. My salvation or ending. Either way, an angel, he thought. His hands found your breasts as his mouth found the spot where your jaw met your ear.

Moving you to stand in front of the large mirror which faced the bed.

"Look at yourself. God your fucking heavenly darling." Pulling your dress all the way down. Helping you out of your heels as he did.

As one of his large hands trailed up your neck the other dipped low into the front of your damp panties. Head falling back against his broad shoulder. He grabbed your chin making you look into the mirror.

"Nuh Uh gorgeous. Look." You opened your heavy lids as you watched him as he pumped two fingers beneath the small confinement. "Watch how you melt under my touch."

"Harry." His name fell from your lips in moan. His thickness pressing against the bare small of your back.

That was it. His undoing. He was yours and you were his. He was now hellbent on making it happen. Yanking your last cover down before turning you and picking you up. "I need to taste you before I fill this pretty little pussy up with my cock." Throwing you to the bed.

His silk sheets were the most heavenly thing you felt against your skin... Until his mouth found his way to the pool between your legs. You arched your back as his tongue lapped up everything. Feeling his large hand on your lower abdomen anchoring you down.

"Fucking best thing I've ever tasted." He mouthed against your clit.

"Harry." You moaned again.

He groaned against you. He knew his name would sound divine when you moaned it, "Tell me what you need darling."

There's that word again. Your thighs pressed against his head. "I need you. I need you to fuck me now."

That was all he needed. With speed he pulled a gold wrapper from his night stand. Tearing it open with his teeth before slipping its contents over his throbbing dick. "Just breathe. I'll take it slow." He spoke against your neck.

He pushed in slowly letting you get used to the slight burn and stretch you felt. Moaning against your skin. Soon finding a rhythm that he knew is what you needed. "You're taking me so fucking well. Darling, it's like you were made for me."

Yes, fucking perfect.

Soon you were on your knees facing the mirror while you straddled his lap. He even fucked like a God. He watched you in the mirror.

"You're perfect. Look at how damn perfect you are." His hips thrusted up into yours fell down onto him. As one hand laid on your hip and the other one on your stomach.

Placing your hand over the one on your midsection, running it up your body, "You know out of the few necklaces you gave me," Settling his hand around your throat, making him squeeze. "This one is my favorite."

Your eyes catch his in the mirror as a low rumble vibrates his chest against your back. "Good God woman." Biting your shoulder, he's pushing you to all fours. His movements becoming hurried and rough.

Just what you needed. Large hand wrapped, yanking your hair back. "Watch." Thrust. "Watch as you come undone for me." Thrust. "Watch as you become mine."

Loud moans filled the silent apartment.

"Say it darling.. say you're mine."

Your arms buckle falling to elbows. "I'm yours." You half moan.

Thrust. "I can feel it again." Thrust. thrust "Relax and come for me again sweetheart."

And you did. Body sweety and trembling. Another sloppy thrust and he fell over you.

Wrapping in expensive silk sheets and limbs, you smile beside yourself.

"Again?" You laugh.

"Honey, I'm an old man you're going to have to give me a minute."

"You don't fuck like an old man."

He laughs into your hair. "Well thank you but I had motivation." Smiling as an orange yellow hue cascaded down past the building in the distance. "Darling the sun's going down."

"How long have we been going at it?"

"Hours clearly." His lips trailed your shoulder. "Stay?" Loneliness in his voice.

Pushing back into his hold. "Only if you make the coffee in the morning." He smiled against you.

"I can do that." He whispered.

There it was. The warm feeling of hope spread across his chest. Hoping that maybe he could be loved after all.

#pedro pascal #the materialists #harry castillo #smut #language #fluff

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