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A Night of Frights & Delights

Pairing: Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader (College AU)

Summary: It’s Friday the 13th and the college kids in town decided to host a weekend camping trip on the outskirts of town. Your best friend convinced you to go much to your reluctance. What could go wrong when the one guy you can’t stand is also there?

Word Count: 7k

Warning(s): slight horror themes / suggestive tones + implications / mentions of a past murder (not in graphic detail just campfire storytelling) / slow burn / suspense + other elements of spookiness / touch starved elements / be prepared for lots of back and forth + tension

Prompt: Campsite + forced proximity + “ It’s not bad enough to have Friday the 13th, we’ve gotta have a full moon too?”

a/n: here’s my entry for @witchywithwhiskey ‘s summer slasher writing challenge. Any chance to celebrate summerween and I’m there 🤭✨ I got carried away with the spooky element of it and this ended up longer than expected. Thank you for reading! 🧡 Feedback is always appreciated!! 🎃🧡

“ It’s Friday the 13th! Gather ‘round, for some good ol’ scary campfire stories!” Sam Wilson called out to anyone who would listen. A task that wasn’t the easiest thing to ask for when all the college students in the area were trying to have their last bit of fun before fall semester started. Amongst the ones that weren’t already drunk or passed out, a few were trying to find the perfect opportunity to sneak away into the night.

You on the other hand sat near the bonfire, appreciating the warmth it provided on this chilly night. Your back was resting against a log. The scratchy surface grazes against your black sweater at the slightest movement. Camping wasn’t your ideal choice for a weekend getaway, but when your best friend Jane insisted on you coming along it was hard to say no. Especially, since you had already said no to multiple get-togethers throughout the summer. 

It’s not like you didn’t want to hang out with her. The issue was that wherever she was her boyfriend was—and wherever he was his friends were. And his friends included one smartass star pitcher for your university’s baseball team who made it his life’s mission to be a thorn in your side. 

Needless to say, you couldn’t stand the man.

“ It was actually 1982, not 1985,” Jane whispers her comment to you, nudging your arm lightly. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at her, your clueless eyes meeting her amused ones. 

“ You’re not paying attention to Sam’s story, are you?” She quietly calls you out, leaning slightly closer. You shake your head sheepishly,“ No. Kind of got lost in thought,” you admit. Jane nods in acknowledgment,“ You’re not missing much. He’s just telling the story of the murders that happened here in ‘82,” she explains. You nod slowly, an eerie chill creeping up your spine. Everyone within fifty miles of the town knew of the horrific crime. It was the worst the town had ever seen. 

A group of teenagers had snuck off into the woods to party a week before their senior graduation. They brought their camping gear to spend the night under the full moon to celebrate the milestone. They had gone so deep into the woods no one heard their music blasting all night. 

No one heard their screams either as their life was taken from them. 

You took a shaky breath, your fingers tracing random patterns into the dirt beneath you. Even though you could recite this story from memory it was different hearing it told in gruesome detail. Something Sam was not shying away from doing. 

“ Don’t let Sam’s story get to you—here have a s’more,” Thor spoke up, handing you a small disposable plate with a freshly assembled s’more. His way of trying to comfort you. 

“ Thanks,” you shot Thor an appreciative smile, taking the sweet treat. Jane’s boyfriend had always been kind to you and you got along well. The mutual friendliness extended to all of his baseball friends.

Well, the friendliness extended to all his friends except for one.  

“ He’s telling it wrong anyway, so don’t pay it any mind,” Jane says causing you to let out a small laugh. Leave it to Jane to alleviate your nerves by just being herself. 

You try to drown out Sam’s true crime retelling and focus on the sugary gooeyness on your lap. Jane and Thor snuggle into each other beside you and a small smile appears on your face at the sight. You take a bite of the s’more, letting the flavors melt into your mouth. 

“ The next morning the cops led a search party into these very woods. Everyone searched day and night for three days straight. Scouting every inch, no stone unturned, to find them. And then one day, one member of the search party found something. That member being my Titi—so listen close,” Sam sets up the big reveal. 

“ Wanna know what they found?” A voice you know all too well whispers into your ear from behind. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as his breath fans your ear. 

“ I already know,” you grit out, turning your head to glare at him. Bucky can’t help the cocky grin that overcomes him when you look at him like that. He makes his way over the log and sits right next to you. You don’t hide the displeasure on your face. 

“ Couldn’t find anyone else to annoy, James?” 

 “ None worth my time, sweetheart—and it's Bucky.” 

You roll your eyes biting back a snarky comment. No matter the number of times he insists on you calling him by his nickname, you refuse to. Only his friends call him Bucky, and you're not friends—far from it. So to you, he’s James and nothing more. 

“ We’re not friends, James. Friends don’t make you miss your biology final,” you remind him bitterly. He looks at you with slight disbelief,“ You’re still stuck on that? How is it my fault the party went until four in the morning?” You bristle at his defensiveness. 

“ I don’t know. Maybe by not kicking everyone out of your apartment?” you retort, taking another bite of your s’more. Hoping to lose yourself in the sweetness of it before the distaste of his presence taints it. 

“ At least the professor let you make it up…” he mutters under his breath. 

“ That’s not the point,” you snip, unable to let him have the last word. You pretend to focus on Sam’s story, but really your attention is on the flames in front of you. The way they dance and crackle as if telling their own story alongside Sam’s. 

Bucky stares at you, his eyes scanning every detail of your face. His favorite pastime is finding all the ways to push your buttons. There’s something about your reactions that he can’t help but want to see more of. He openly enjoys being the only one who can elicit such responses from you. Hell, you could say he was proud of it. 

“ Stop it.” 

“ Stop what?” 

“ The staring.” 

“ Don't want to.” 

You turn to give him a piece of your mind but abruptly stop when you see the way he’s looking at you—or more so the way he’s examining your lips. His eyes reflecting more than just the golden flames in the bonfire. There was something deeper and not entirely unfamiliar. He had looked at you this way before, and yet it was still unrecognizable to you. An emotion you couldn’t pinpoint, but that was heartstopping nonetheless. 

His hand lifts to your face, his thumb brushing away at something on the corner of your mouth. Your tongue instinctively darts out to lick your lips and remove whatever remnants of the s’more are left. Something unreadable flashes in his eyes. You wonder what he must be seeing in yours when his eyes drift from your lips to your gaze. 

“ You had a little something there,” his voice has a deeper cadence to it, contrasting the cheeky grin plastered on his face. That damn grin. It’s all you need to snap out of whatever trance you were just in. 

“ You’re insufferable,” you hiss out, getting up from your spot on the ground and stepping away from the bonfire. You hate how he does this—how easily he’s able to mess with you. It’s like it's his second nature to know exactly how to get a reaction from you. Almost as if he knew you better than you knew yourself.

The vulnerability of it all is what ground your gears the most. Bucky was used to this. The flirting, the back and forth, the teasing, and having girls wrapped around his finger. The last time you were in a relationship was your freshman year of college—a few years ago. It had been too long of being touch-starved that the slightest of touches or gazes brought about a yearning deep within you. One that you swore Bucky could see right through and it made you detest the man more. 

You hated feeling like you were being toyed with. But above all, you hated how much you actually didn’t hate the attention he gave you. 

You make your way over to one of the many trashcans around the campsite and dump the last bits of your s’more in along with the disposable plate. Your appetite for the treat long gone after his little stunt. 

You use your phone as a flashlight as you walk over to where all the tents are stationed. It’s not too far from the bonfire, but far enough that the voices of everyone drown out into a low hum. A few people are already in the tents enjoying the night without the warmth of the fire. 

“ Y/n! Hold up!” Jane calls out to you from behind. You face her confused expression, “ Everything okay?” You nod, your hands hiding in the pockets of your grey sweatpants,“ Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna call it a night,” you say tiredly. You don’t want her to worry or keep her from enjoying her night. 

“ Okay…Are you sure? Because you seemed off after Bucky—” 

“ Please for the love of everything don’t mention him.”

Jane drops the subject entirely, “ Okay, okay. I won’t,” she assures you and pauses for a moment before she adds, “ By the way, I’ll be staying with Thor tonight, so you have our tent all to yourself.” 

“ Oh? Oh…behave yourself, Foster,” you warn her playfully. She rolls her eyes waving off your tease,“ No promises.” You laugh together—the exchange alleviating the heaviness in your shoulders.

After a light farewell, your best friend retreats to the bonfire. You find your eyes drifting from her figure to the back of Bucky’s head. He’s still sitting in the same spot, right next to where you had sat. He was drinking away at a beer as Sam continues his story. You look away, ignoring the way your heart feels a small pang as it wonders if it would have been so bad if you had stayed.

Only Bucky had this way of infuriating you, but enticing you at the same time. A magnetic push and pull that tugs at you whenever you’re near him. 

You crouch down and unzip your humble abode for the night. Gazing up at the sky before heading in. The moon is bright and full amongst the dark hazy clouds. 

“ It's not bad enough to have Friday the 13th, we've gotta have a full moon too?” you grumble before entering the tent. The knowledge of being in here alone all night sounds less appealing now. You wish Sam had told a different story to set the mood for tonight. 

For the next couple of hours, you lose yourself in your sketchbook. Every corner of the tent became your makeshift desk as the soft scratches of graphite filled the air. A small LED lantern casting just enough glow to guide your intricate curves and shadows across the paper. At first, you were sketching a flower you had seen earlier in the day along a trail. You don’t recognize the species, but the cluster of pretty violet petals vividly lived in your head and you wanted it forever memorialized in your sketchbook. 

At some point, however, the petals turn into doodles and then unrecognizable scribbles. The creative flow taking a life of its own. You soon find yourself drawing a pair of eyes on another page. Giving them a space of their own. These eyes you recognize deep down, but they still have the same unreadable expression from earlier. Almost as if you hoped to decipher it by putting it on paper. 

Maybe then it would be easier to look at them without being affected—without feeling that pull. 

There’s a loud thump that echoes close to your tent. You freeze at the sound. By this point, everyone had called it a night and retreated to their sleeping arrangements. It had been at least half an hour that you hadn’t heard a single sound except for the chirping of crickets amongst a chorus of other creepy crawlers. 

When no sound followed the thump you decided to ignore it—acting like you hadn’t heard a thing. And yet, your fingers swiftly moved to turn off the lantern and close your sketchbook, neatly tucking it beneath your pillow. 

Another noise rang out—the skidding of dirt. And this time it was closer to your tent. Not directly outside it, but almost. You don’t know why your heart dropped or why your fingertips went cold, but they did. You tell yourself it’s probably just someone going out to use the bathroom or some other related activity. 

Your body betrayed your mind as it started to feel enclosed in the tent. Like a prey caught in a trap. Hopelessly awaiting the moment the predator decided to take them out. 

You swallow the lump in your throat and with numb fingers, you grab your phone. The tent shrinking around you as your heart pounded in your chest. Going out to investigate the source of the noise wasn't the smartest idea. However, continuing to be a sitting duck in the tent was distressing you more—and that helpless feeling overpowered anything else. 

You slowly unzip the tent, trying to make as minimal noise as possible. You slip on your moccasins, putting one foot in front of the other as you step out into the night. Your surroundings are cast in shadows as the moon seems to be hiding behind a gloomy cluster of clouds. You look around and notice no one else is awake. Only dormant tents with sleeping residents inside accompany you in the night. 

You scan the area, training your ear to see if you can pick up any noise. 

That’s when you hear it—a rustling in the bushes. 

You peer into the woods, your eyes narrowing hoping to center on something, but you can’t see anything. There’s a slight fog that encases the lines of trees encircling the campsite obstructing your view. 

You take a few steps forward, hugging your sweater closer to your body. The outside air catches you off guard with its falling degrees. The shadows at every corner of the woods become creatures of the night if you stare at them for too long. 

Why were you doing this? Why had you decided this was a good idea? 

You questioned yourself. An unpleasant shiver goes up your spine at the thought of you walking straight into a creature’s claws. Your footing stumbled, and yet you found yourself walking further in the direction of the sound, the faint glow of your phone illuminating your path. You decided against using the actual flashlight on your phone as it could easily alert whatever was hiding in the foliage of the woods. 

You don’t go too far from the campsite. Your legs only take you a few feet away from the perimeter of it before tensing at the way the hoot of an owl cuts through the stillness of the night. Your breath caught in your throat, and you gripped your phone tighter. The edges of it digging into your skin. 

“ What are we looking for?” A voice too close for comfort whispers behind you and it causes you to shriek, your phone tumbling to the ground as you jump away from the source. Your eyes zero in on the culprit—your blood boiling when your gaze meets his ceruleans. 

James Buchanan fucking Barnes.

A deep chuckle erupts from Bucky at your reaction. Not only at the way you jumped, but also at the way you’re now seething. He stands there in a basic white tee and black joggers, his hair slightly unkempt from lying on it earlier in the night. 

“ What the hell is wrong with you?” You hiss, bending down to pick up your phone from the ground. The anxiety from before dissipating into irritation. 

“ Me? What’s up with you? Sneaking around in the woods at night. That’s kinda creepy, sweetheart,” he jabs with a smirk. You roll your eyes, exhaling to steady your breath,“ Stop calling me that. And I'm not sneaking around—I heard something.” 

“ And you came to check it out?” 

“ Yeah.”

“ You have no survival instincts, do you?”

“ And you do? You're out here too.”

Bucky crosses his arms, his eyes roaming over your figure. He’s thoroughly entertained by your attempt to catch whatever is out there in your cozy outfit. It’s not exactly monster-hunting material. 

“ I let my buddy have the tent for the night. He’s got a girl in there. Thought I'd sleep under the stars like nature intended,” he explains with a nonchalant shrug. A wry smile appears on your face,“ Aren’t you a great friend,” you reply sarcastically. He’s about to give you a snippy retort when a branch breaks ahead of you, causing you both to snap your attention to it. 

You both go silent—wondering if you’ll hear anything more. Bucky takes a few steps forward to stand in front of you. Positioning himself between you and the unknown noise. 

“ Is that what you heard earlier?” He asks, his voice a hushed whisper. Your eyes drift up his form and the way his arm is slightly outstretched in your direction in a protective stance. He’s looking in the direction of where the sound came from, but then his head turns back to look at you. 

It takes you a second to gather your words,“ Sort of. At first there was like a loud thud by my tent and then some rustling—and now this,” you describe the unfolding events thus far.

He frowns,“ Is your tent the one by Wanda’s?”At his question you nod,“ Yeah…why?” He tilts his head slightly as he tries to recollect something. 

“ The two-person one with the purple edges?” 

“ Yeah…” 

His features soften, dawning on a sheepish expression. His protective stance faltering as he scratches the back of his neck,“ The noise was me then—sorry. I tripped over something while looking for a place to piss.” 

“ Oh…” Is all you manage to say. Feeling utterly foolish for getting so worked up over nothing. What you had thought was something going bump in the night ended up being Bucky stumbling to relieve himself. 

Another branch cracks in the murky fog. Reminding you that although the noises you heard outside your tent were explained, the ones here, not too far from you and Bucky—weren’t. 

“ I’m gonna go check it out,” he takes a step forward, but you stop him. Your hand shoots out to grip the hem of his shirt,“ Don’t! Are you crazy? You’re going to get yourself killed or something!”

His eyebrows raise, not expecting you to have that reaction.“ Are you worried about me, sweetheart?” A smirk spreads across his face, a twinkle in his eye.“ As if—screw you,” you deny harsher than you intended, removing your hold from his shirt. This only provokes him more, his smirk turning into a cheeky grin,“ You wanna?” 

“ You know what? I hope whatever is out there gets you.” 

“ Oh, you’d miss me if it did. But don’t worry—if it gets me, I’ll make sure to let it know you’re the one worth chasing." 

Bucky doesn’t give you a second to process what his words really mean. Instead, he takes out a small flashlight from the pocket of his joggers. He turns it on, shining the area ahead of him. A brazen expression is the last thing you see before he wanders into that direction of the woods as if there wasn’t potentially something dangerous up ahead. 

You wanted to protest, but you didn’t. Rather, you end up standing there amongst the wilderness, watching as his form gets smaller and smaller until it disappears into the haze of the fog. 

You feel uneasy as soon as you don’t see him. Your chest feels heavy with the unknown. You call out to him. Thinking maybe he’s doing this to prove something or to mess with you. When he doesn’t call back you find apprehension in the sinking pit of your stomach. 

Behind you, the campsite is still in sight. The smart thing to do would be to go wake someone up—like Thor—to go after Bucky. However, your feet work faster than your mind does, pushing you to follow after him. 

This time you use the flashlight on your phone to light your path. The luminescence cuts through the fog as you trudge through it. Leaves crunching beneath your feet, and hands outstretched lightly to use the passing trees as support to persist onward. 

You walk for a good few minutes before you finally spot him. He’s standing by a tall pine tree, his right hand tracing over something etched into the bark. 

“ James! Come back to the campsite!” You whisper yelled, approaching him. He hummed,“ So you are worried about me,” the smugness in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you. When he turns to face you his eyes tell you he was expecting you. Like he knew in the end your stubbornness and pride wouldn’t matter because you’d end up following after him after all.

You are worried about him. He needs no further proof than your actions. 

There was a prickling of annoyance building up in your system. More than anything, you wanted to get out of the woods as soon as possible. The campsite feels like a haven awaiting your return. 

“ Can you stop being so insufferably cocky for one second and just come back to the camp before I drag your ass back?” You say through gritted teeth. You wanted to have more bark to your bite, but the inkling dread of what could be out here stopped you from crossing that line. 

He stepped closer to you, the glow of his flashlight reflecting in his eyes in tiny glimmers,“ Why? I thought you didn't care if ‘whatever is out there’ got me.”

“ I don’t—but I’d hate to be an accomplice to that thing.” 

“ Admit it. You’re worried about me.”

By now Bucky was mere inches away from you. Having slowly sauntered right up to you. His eyes were daring you to speak the truth—his arrogant smile tempting you to do even more. 

“ I came to get you back, but if you’re determined to stay here then stay,” you huff, spinning on your heels to storm off. 

Bucky’s hand reaches out and encloses your wrist gently. Just enough to keep you from walking away. He sighs with defeated ire. 

“ Sweetheart, why won't you admit—” he’s cut off by the swift movement of something dashing past the both of you. He immediately pulls you in closer, his arms encasing you protectively—his body a shield. One arm is wrapped around your waist while the other holds your head. Your own body leans into his as if bracing for impact. 

From the corner of your eye, you can see the culprit of the racket. A deer dashing through the woods like it had somewhere to be. You held back a laugh at the revelation. 

This is what had you so worried this whole time? A deer? 

Even so, your heart races in your chest. And Bucky has you so tightly pressed into his that you can feel the way his own heart is thrumming rapidly. Both of your breaths work to steady from their instability as you realize there is nothing truly to be worried about. 

You stay like this for what seems like an eternity. Finding comfort in each other’s arms. The fog dances around your figures as if pushing you closer. The tips of your fingers tingle from where they’re pressed at his chest. 

When you finally register whose touch it is, you pull away. Bucky reluctantly lets you go. His arms awkwardly falling to his sides. You don’t know what to say. He doesn’t know where to start.

Why was his instinct to protect you? To keep you from harm’s way? 

And why had you felt the safest all night in his arms? 

You swallow the questions that desire to escape. There’s a part of you that feels like you should thank him, but then the other part feels stupid for wanting to do so. Knowing how much it would feed his ego to vindicate him as a hero. 

“ Guess it was just a deer, huh?” Bucky tries to cut through whatever tension is starting to build. 

“ Yeah…silly us…” you reply, half-heartedly. Your mind still reeling from his touch. 

You both go quiet again. The silence welcomes you where words fail to. 

Out of nowhere, you feel a tiny bead land on your head. Followed by one on your hand and then your cheek. It's beginning to drizzle. The rain cutting through the trees and promising to kiss every inch of your skin. 

“ We should get going,” Bucky says, his palm cupped to catch a few droplets. 

“ Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you agree, clearing your throat. In other circumstances, Bucky would rejoice and point out how, for once, you aren’t arguing with him. But not right now—not at this moment. Not when the memory of holding each other stirred something within you both. 

No, now instead you walk back to the campsite in silence. You’re a few steps ahead as Bucky decides to tow along at a slower pace. Seemingly lost in thought. 

When you’re back at the campsite your eyes dart to your tent. It’s within reach. A safety you can hideout in until the emotions Bucky arose in you fade away.  

“ Can I chill in your tent for a while? Just until the rain stops,” Bucky surprises you with his request. Until you remember he gave up his tent to his friend for the night. 

“ What? No,” your response is immediate. The thought of you and Bucky alone in your tent causes many scenarios to run through your head. You didn’t think you’d make it through the night with him in it. You were barely hanging on as it is. 

“ I just saved your life.” 

“ You did not.”

“ Did too.” 

“ James, you absolutely did not–” 

“ Please,” his soft plea tugs at the very part of you that wants to say yes. He’s not the kind of guy to beg, but he’ll do anything to not stand out in the cold rain. You being in an enclosed space with him was just a bonus. 

An extremely tantalizing bonus. 

“ Fine…but only until the rain stops,” you concede. You weren’t heartless enough to leave him out in the rain. 

You zip open the tent and climb inside. You remove your moccasins and leave them by the entrance. The inside is spacious enough for the two of you, but you still find yourself going into the furthest right corner of it. You sit crossed-legged as you turn on the small LED lantern to illuminate the tent with its muted glow. He makes his way inside, his hair glistening from the rain. He leaves his muddied slides by your moccasins. 

“ This tent is way nicer than the one Sam and I got,” he comments, running a hand through his hair to dispel the droplets. He’s trying to make light conversation, keeping his distance as he sits in the corner by the entrance diagonally from you. 

“ Jane’s family is really into camping so she had this one laying around…” you mention. The oddity of small talk between you fills the space with a foreign dynamic. The rain goes from a sprinkle to a pour. Hitting the top of the fabric cacoon in harsh strokes.  

He chooses to pivot the conversation.“ Do you have everything ready for fall semester?” He asks you, maneuvering to sit with his knees bent, his shirt hiking up the smallest bit to expose the skin at his hips. You avert your gaze when your heart does a little flip. 

“ Almost. I still have one or two textbooks to get,” you reply, playing with a few loose threads of the blanket beneath you. Anything to not have your eyes wander back to him. 

He scoffs lightly,“ You already got your textbooks? There’s no way. I always get ‘em after the first week.” Unlike you, he can’t seem to keep his pretty blues away from you. Your features heightened in the gentle sheen of the lantern. Intricate shadows scattered across your figure that made you look ethereal. The way his heart hammered in his chest romanticizing the sight of you.

“ That's because I’m responsible and you’re not.” 

“ I am responsible. As captain of the baseball team—”

“ Spare me the team leader speech, please,” you groan, stopping him from continuing. There’s only so much you can take for one night. And hearing Bucky light up as he talks about the one thing he’s passionate about—the one thing that humanizes him to you beyond his usual cheeky self. It would do more to you than just make your heart do a little flip.

You’d end up saying or doing something you wouldn’t be able to take back. 

“ Look, Y/n, I’m just trying to make conversation here. You don’t have to be so difficult all the time. Just talk to me,” Bucky brings you out of your thoughts not only by his exasperated tone, but by the way your name rolls off his tongue. He so rarely calls you by it. He’s called you sweetheart endlessly—and he’s even slipped a few sunshines in the mix—but your name was foreign to his vocabulary.  

 Bucky is usually good at dealing with your constant back and forth. Some days it's the only thing he looks forward to. However, right now it was irritating him how much you pushed back. He wanted you to give in. To what, he wasn’t sure. But he wondered what normalcy felt like with you—what just a damn friendly conversation felt like. 

You sigh, meeting his eyes.“ I don’t want to talk. Sorry, I think I’m just tired. Maybe we should go to bed,” you suggest, hoping that if he says yes you can sleep away the bubbling of emotions in your chest. 

You can see the way he contemplates something, biting the inside of his bottom lip. Now he’s the one holding back. A beat passes and you nervously wonder if he’ll turn down your suggestion. 

“ Fine—it's late anyway. But only if I get to sleep next to you. I promise I’ll keep my distance. It’s just there’s water leaking through the zipper at the entrance,” he mentions, his hand motioning to the entry. Your eyes dart to where he’s pointing and sure enough there’s a small puddle of water pooling by it. Not knowing how long the rain would continue, you knew you had to deal with the issue.

You grab Jane’s camping gear that holds numerous amount of supplies in all of its various pockets. She always came extra prepared no matter the occasion. You take out a washcloth, scooting over to the entrance to soak up the forming puddle. You decide to leave it there neatly tucked underneath where the water was finding its way in.

“ Alright, but if you snore I'm kicking you out,” you warn, but it’s more playful than serious. Something to lighten the mood before you go to bed. A way to dissipate whatever tension’s built up so you'd be able to fall asleep. 

It’s hard to cut through the tension and alleviate its symptoms when your shelter from the storm seems to shrink the more you chat with Bucky. And now sitting right next to him—shoulder to shoulder—it seems like a damn near impossible task. 

" I’ll take my chances. But just so you know, I don’t go down without a fight,” he winks at you, your shoulders brushing. Your heart rate picks up and it takes everything within you to stare into his eyes and not focus on the way that simple contact sent a shiver down your spine. 

His eyes drift to your lips causing your breath to hitch. The implications of where this could go are enough to pull you away from his spell. 

“ Goodnight,” you choke out. Subtly rushing over to your sleeping bag and settling into it. You don’t see when he shakes his head, but you do hear how he chuckles lowly. He mumbles something under his breath, but you can’t pick it up. 

He makes his way over to Jane’s sleeping bag, but lays on top of it instead of nestling into it. Choosing to cover himself only in the maroon fleece blanket that was draped over your body too. 

“ Goodnight,” he finally says, his body turning to face away from you. You respond by turning off the lantern. The space is now engulfed by darkness. Only the faintest of light shines in from the outside, letting your eyes trace the outlines of objects. 

 You turn to your side. Your back facing his. You take a deep breath, concentrating on the sound of the rain to hopefully lull you into a slumber. But the air felt too thick and your body was burning up from the heat radiating under the blanket. There was a good foot or so separating your body and Bucky’s. And yet, you could feel the heat radiating off of him as if he was pressed up right against you. 

It was too much. You swore you started sweating, so you shuffled under the covers and out of the sleeping bag. Every movement slow and deliberate as if to not snap the rope keeping the palpable tension in place. 

When only the plush fleece covered your body, the heat radiated less. But the fluttering of the blanket caused Bucky’s cologne to waft your way. A pleasant scent of musky woodiness with a hint of something that was entirely him. You gripped the cover tightly and counted to ten in your head. You were going mad. 

“ Would you stop hogging the blanket? ” Bucky muttered from beside you. There were a lot of things he wanted to tell you to stop doing. Because you and your constant fidgeting were driving him crazy. Every fiber of his being holding back from doing something to snap that rope. 

You didn’t realize you had been pulling it your way until he mentioned it. Your grip on it loosened,“ Sorry. I wasn’t hogging it though,” you argued for no reason other than to fill the silence. 

“ Yes, you were.” 

“ No, I wasn’t.” 

There was something about the proximity of your bodies that made the blanket seem smaller. Like there was no possible way it could equally cover both of your sleeping forms. Maybe this is what caused you to then tug at it, however, he holds it firmly to himself too.  

Persistently you pull at the blanket again. He pulls back—a tug of war ensues between you. You can hear him huff in the darkness, but you're not letting up. Bucky couldn't care less about the blanket. He only cared about not letting you get the upper hand. His competitive streak showing.  

While you solely really didn’t want to let him win. 

You wrap the end of the blanket around yourself—almost like a cacoon. The delicate fleece encases you. Leaving the bare minimum amount for Bucky to cover himself with. 

“ You have got to be one of the most stubborn people I have ever met in my goddamn life,” he practically growls as he yanks forcefully on the blanket. A tiny yelp escapes you as you get pulled along with it. 

You underestimated the strength of the star pitcher. 

You end up on top of him. The blanket now an extra cushy barrier between your bodies. In the dim light, your eyes lock, and you can faintly see the outline of a boyish grin on his face. You don’t move away. There’s like an invisible force that keeps you there. Your body pressed against his feeling his warmth tenfold. You can’t tell if either of you are breathing because all you're aware of now is how his heart beats in time with yours. 

“ You’re insufferable you know that?” you swallow hard, your voice lacking its usual bite.

“ You sure about that, sweetheart?” he challenges, his voice barely above a whisper. His lips brushing against yours with feather-light contact.

When had your lips gotten so close? 

You don’t know who leans in first. The one who finally breaks the standoff because your lips seem to meet at the same time. The kiss is sweet, but with a slight hesitance to it. As if neither of you are completely sure the other wants this. Or more like neither of you believes this is happening. However, when his hands grip the back of your thighs, sliding your legs from on top of him to his sides so you straddle him—you believe it. And when your hands find themselves threading in his hair—he believes it. 

One kiss that tests the waters turns into one that slowly sinks into the feeling. Until the two of you fully submerge into the depths of whatever has been simmering between you for what seems like too long. Delicate kisses that get more heated—more intense as your lips continue to meet. Bucky beams at the fact that you’re no longer pushing, but pulling into him. His craving for you only increasing now that he’s had a taste. 

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, slow and gentle. Asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Bucky Barnes isn’t the type to be slow and gentle—but when it comes to you he finds himself wanting to relish every second he gets. Not knowing when he’ll get another moment like this with you again. 

Your lips part enough for him to slip his tongue in to truly kiss you like he wanted to. As soon as you grant access he takes full opportunity to explore every corner of your mouth. His tongue molding with yours in fervor. Your fingers lightly tug at his hair while his hands roam your body memorizing every curve and dip. Wherever he gripped and caressed, his touch left heat in its wake. 

A heat you had to contain before it consumed you both. 

“ If you think you’re getting lucky tonight—think again. This is the most you’ll get,” You say breathlessly, pulling away to help your lungs remember what oxygen is. 

He groans, breath panting, the outline of his pout evident in the dim light,“ Don’t do this to me, sweetheart. Can’t leave me like this.” His voice a desperate whine that allured you to keep going. 

“ Too bad. You're dreaming if you think this is going any further.” 

“ God, you don’t wanna know what I've dreamed about.” 

“ Shut up,” you cut off his groan with another kiss. Fierce enough to silence him immediately. He hopes you shut him up like this more often. 

Your lips meet again in a hasty lock. No hesitation now as your tongues meet quicker. You seem to be obsessed with his hair as you run your fingers through it again. He shivers at the touch. His hands slide under your sweater to trail along your soft skin. Keeping his hands along your back and waist. Teetering around the boundary you drew, so he didn’t get carried away. But it was hard when kissing you felt as good as throwing the perfect game—maybe even better.

He realizes the emotions you bring out of him are worth a lifetime waiting for.

He pulls away this time to catch his breath, his hands sliding up your body to cup your face,“ I’m in no rush, sweetheart. I’ve got all the time in the world to take it all the way—make you fall for me.” 

You hum, leaning into his touch,“ You seem sure of yourself. ”

His voice is rough yet affectionate when he speaks,“ I’m sure of you, sweetheart. You’re worth every second, and I’m not stopping until you see it too.” 

He gives you one final tender kiss. One that's full of promise for the future. You weren’t sure if it was his words or the meaning in the kiss that stole your breath away. 

After a few seconds, you both pull away. Separating your bodies from each other to provide that much-needed space before lines were crossed.

“ Goodnight, Bucky,” you say, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how you would keep your hands and lips to yourself come tomorrow. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat when you called him by his nickname. Bringing a genuine smile to his face, loving the way it sounded coming from you. 

“ Goodnight, Y/n.”

Even after saying goodnight, the two of you can’t fall asleep immediately. You try to, but there are small moments in the night where you drift back to each other. Where in the darkness your lips meet again and again—satiating the tension in parts. Where your hands find themselves under the covers and layers of clothing. Flaming the fans of desire just enough so it doesn’t completely burn out, but smoldering to be reignited at any moment’s chance. 

You don’t realize when you fall asleep. Your eyelids growing heavy at some point tangled up in his body under the covers. Your face in the crook of his neck. His head resting on top of yours. Your bodies fit like puzzle pieces like they were meant to be connected in every way. 

It’s not until that morning when you wake up and find yourself in his arms, snuggled into his side, that the events of last night sink in. You pull away the tiniest bit. Merely enough to be able to get a look at him. The brown strands of his hair tousled and clinging to his forehead. The slope of his nose, his dark lashes fanned delicately against his skin, and the tiniest parting of his lips. He looks peaceful—almost angelic as he slumbers. 

You’re itching to sketch the image in front of you. 

You can’t stop yourself from reaching out to touch the strands at his forehead. It’s enough to have his eyes flutter open, their color brighter in the daylight. He gives you a lazy smile the instant he realizes last night wasn’t a dream and you really were here, nestled in his arms. 

No words were exchanged, but both of you were conscious of the line you had drawn last night. And yet, you both also knew that in time, that line would be crossed again and again. Until the line blurred into oblivion.

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Request by: @bloatedandlonly​

Original Request: Hey. Can I request a Orm x reader where he is engaged to the half human daughter of Poseidon who absolutely hates the ocean and being in it. Maybe the hate each other in the start.

Pairing: Orm Marius x Reader

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: None

A/N: I hope you enjoy this fic, hun. I am terribly sorry it took so long. Let me know what you think of it xoxo

I stood quietly by the curtained windows that opened out onto a balcony where the murmuring of the sea waves kindled their own hypnotic symphony. Though, I had been much too angry to admire the beauty of the sea as I turn my attention to my mother with a strong glare. She sat upon the couch inlaid with bone and ivory in her silk garment of sangria purple and though her clothes subtly suggested Atlantean royalty, her face conveyed wisdom and simplicity.

“Is this marriage in means of a punishment?” I question and my mother sat forward as she watched me with an expression of bewilderment.

“How can you speak such words, my dear?” She stood up from the couch, then touched my cheek with the back of her palm. “Marriage is meant to be a beautiful promise through eternity. A vow to try the hardest you have ever tried in your life. Marriage is a place for the achievement of a personal integrity.”

“Yes but by your doing.” My words tighten in anger yet my mother did not speak but I notice a flicker of emotion cross her face. “This arrangement is not of my own free will and certainly not of desire of my heart. I am to be wed only for the good of Atlantis and for its citizens and you simply command me to be happy by being a mere pawn in a political arrangement.”

“It would not be a political arrangement if you grow to love him.” 

“Love him?” I look at her bewildered as my ire rose. “He’s a man who’d rather people fear him as a manipulative, ruthless King than respect him. I cannot love someone of such characteristics.” 

“My dear, you are the daughter of Poseidon.” My mother pronounced as she took a hold of my shoulders. “You were destined for this fate.” 

“A fate to become an embarrassment to all of Atlantis.” I retorted.  

“Such a shame that my soon-to-be wife thinks of me in such a manner.” A low voice suddenly spoke as it shook me. I stiffen my back at the sight of Orm entering my room. Both, my mother and I turned to look at the strong, towering stature of the King of Atlantis, his eyes like pale sapphires bore a hard expression as he looked at me from across the chamber. At once my ire rose, though, Orm did not seemed to be troubled by my angering demeanour as he swept his gaze over my body and studied the way I filled out the silk tunic of the deepest green. 

I flushed under his gaze and my mother walked over to his side, the hems of her dress dancing around her feet as she did so.

“Queen Actaea,” Orm greeted my mother with a sharp nod yet a familiar touching to the face. “I apologize but might I have a moment with your daughter in privacy?”

“Certainly,” my mother replies, smiling and caresses his cheek with her thumb. She passes a meaningful glance towards me and shuts the door. Orm seated himself upon a cushioned chair and I shifted my feet uncomfortably, doing my best to avoid his intense gaze. “Will you not sit for a moment?” 

“You do not command me at my own house, Ocean Master.” I say with clipped words and clenched fists at my sides.

“I was merely trying to be polite. After all - ” 

“Why have you come here?” I question as I finally look him in the eyes. “To ridicule of what’s to become of me? Or perhaps to gloat?”

Orm clenched his jaw as he leaned against the cushioned chair. “It saddens me that you only think of me as a malevolent person. (Y/N), you know that I am not especially adept at expressing my personal emotions and feelings but I shall try.”

The Ocean Master paused momentarily to meet my eyes and see if my expression had softened from his words but my frustration with him was still evident. Thus, he licked his lower lip and continued, 

“Over the months that we have been engaged, I have acted in ways that you have deemed to be cruel. I would simply like to emphasize that I do not wish for you to undergo any further suffering due to my harsh behaviour. So, from now and onwards as my wife, and I as your husband, I wish for our hearts to find a tranquil normality, so to speak.”

I stood by the windows, the curtains swayed from the warm breeze as I gazed at the beauty yet mysterious vastness of the ocean while contemplating over the sincere tone of Orm’s words but I said nothing. Though his words struck me, I knew I would not be able to live in Atlantis as I had grown very fond of my own quiet world here whereas Orm’s world never stopped. My lips trembled as thoughts of living under the enormity of the ocean roamed my mind. My hands began to shake and I clasped them together so it would not appear that I was afraid. 

“(Y/N), please say something.” Orm speaks as I heaved a heavy sigh. 

I gaze into his eyes and unfamiliarly so, it seems to calm me from my terrified thoughts of the ocean. “I accept your apology, Orm. And I do apologize myself for my own dissonant behaviour towards you.” I reply as I take a seat next to him. “It would be good to find a sense of tranquility between us. But as you already know, I…cannot live in Atlantis.”

Orm smiles and for the first time, I see it reach his eyes as the creases underneath deepen. “I know. That is why I will do what my mother had done before with Arthur’s father.”

I frown, puzzled at the meaning of his words. “And what might that be?”

“I will return here every day, at sunrise.” He replied. 

I roll my eyes and rise to my feet. “Whatever the King wishes. I believe you can see yourself out the door or shall I escort you there?”

Orm laughed and proceeded to take my hand in his before I had the chance to leave. “(Y/N), have you not heard from one of the greatest poets of the ancient times that love is a warfare?”

“Yes, a quote of Ovid.”

“And I add to that by saying, I’d be most privileged to rise as it’s victor knowing that the prize of the war is a fair goddess such as yourself. I promise you’ll make a great Queen of Atlantis. Even from here, at shore.”

“I am a prize of warfare?” 

Orm chuckles once more as he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb. “I meant no disrespect, my lady. It was meant only as a compliment.” 

“Just leave, Ocean Master.” I say, pulling my hand away from his grasp and I hold out my hand towards the door. “I shall see you at sunrise.”

Orm looks outside the balcony, beyond the sea as the sun reflected upon the sparkling waves. He turns his attention back to me, saying, “That is a promise.”

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Swimming Lessons

Fandom: DCEU

Pairing: Orm x surfaceDwellerReader

Request: could I request a fluff and banter filled fic of orm teaching the (surface dweller) reader how to swim? thank you!!

Warnings: almost drowning

Notes: I think this one is really cute and just a note after a question was asked about my last blurb: if you don’t tell me a specific gender for the reader I’m going to try to be gender inclusive on non-smut fics.  If it is smut I will default to female or female identifying readers unless told otherwise.  Please give some details in the request because I want to be inclusive of all sexualities and genders but don’t want anyone to feel I’m not writing their request right.  Thank you!

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Jealousy

Pairing: Orm Marius x You (Female Reader) 

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, hurt/comfort 

Word count: 1,836

Summary: You and Arthur have a close friendship this makes Orm jealous until you slip up and tell him your true feelings.

Arthur always told the best jokes. Ever since you two were children he had a way of making you snort with laughter. His latest joke had you laughing loudly at a small party his mother was having in honor of an agreement between Atlantis and surface dignitaries.

You hadn’t noticed Orm glaring at you and Arthur, until he had stalked off, slamming the door behind him. Arthur sighed beside you about to leave to go see what was the issue with Orm. However, you stopped him a hand pressed to his chest.

“Let me check on him,” you offer Arthur blinked a bit surprised but you had spent enough time with Orm to know that he probably didn’t want to speak with his older brother. Orm also might be a bit more open with you.

“Okay…You sure Y/N?” Arthur offers, you give him a reassuring smile.

“If you hear shouting, come save your brother alright?” Arthur chuckled but allowed you to leave, returning to entertaining the dignitaries.

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Baby Fever | Matthew Tkachuk

summary: on your wedding day Matthew thought he’d get you to himself, but seeing you with his cousins gives him an idea he just had to see through.

kinkmas: day four (breeding)

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, nipple play? swearing.

word count: 2.18k

authors note: can we believe that this is my first wedding fic? sorry it took so long but I think we got to a good place! Matthew is a man I haven’t written for a lot but I love it when I do get to. If you want to read more from kinkmas you can find the masterlist here!

You knew you had always wanted a winter wedding.

The cold had been your favourite kind of weather as it meant you could sit at a fireplace with a blanket over your lap. Now living in Florida you weren’t promised your white wedding, but Matthew found a cabin that you two had fallen in love with. After being together for five years and countless jokes from his family as they would ask how Matthew got you locked down and even moving to a different country for him.

A mere six years ago you started off as his neighbour who knocked on his door early one Saturday morning as you needed eggs to fulfill your pancake recipe. In return for those eggs he got himself a free breakfast that morning and your number after weeks for trying to muster up the courage to talk to you.

Yes you, the girl set on pursuing her dreams was the one who made Matthew a mess.

Now you were sat a few seats across from him as his younger cousins giggled recounting the story of how Matthew was in love with you “hey now let’s not embarrass me to my wife.” Matthew shook his head as his hand squeezed your shoulder “can we talk for a bit?” He asked motioning to you to follow him “I’ll be back.” You offered the girls as you nodded “didn’t know I’d be chasing my wife on my wedding day.” The hockey player mumbled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your head.

It made you smile “what can I say I’m a hot commodity today.” You teased as you two began to head outside where it was quiet “are you okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows sensing that something was on his mind “can’t get over how fucking gorgeous my wife is.” His confession made you scoff as your cheeks turned red “Matty.” You warned as his hands went dangerously close to your ass.

He laughed as he leaned down to kiss your lips “let’s go to the room.” Matthew proposed as you were all staying at the hotel tonight.

But of course you stood there like the good wife that you were as you shook your head “what about our guests?” You whisper yelled as his hand pressed against your lower back pushing you in the direction of the elevator “if anyone asks you can tell them I wasn’t feeling well.” He rolled his eyes pressing the button that illuminated your floor number as he waited for the elevator doors to shut before you dared to lay a hand on your now husband.

However Matthew didn’t feel the same way as you as he turned to you with a grin placing his hands on either side of your face as he leaned down to kiss you “fuck you’re so pretty.”He groaned swiping his tongue across your lower lip as you moaned into his kiss.

You two remained like that as the boy peppered kisses along your jaw and neck “I need to open the door Matt.” You coughed as you struggled to grab the keycard from his pocket.

Matthew opted to behave for a few minutes offering you your focus as you huffed opening the door as you both pushed in not letting your feet stop you until you were met with the couch. He took the opportunity to unzip your dress revealing your white lingerie “god.” Matthew mumbled watching as you stepped out of your dress that was now a mere blob on the floor. Leaving you in your underwear and heels.

What you didn’t expect was that he’d move to sit on the couch before he dared to touch you once more “c’mere.” Matthew motioned to you to sit on his thigh as he spread his legs open stretching the fabric of his pants over his muscular legs.

Your mouth watered as you straddled his thighs “so glad to finally have you all to myself.” The hockey player smiled as you gripped at his shoulders “been yours all along.” You quietly clenched your legs as his thigh bucked beneath your clothed cunt.

His lips brushed over yours “been thinking about you all damn day.” Matthew nipped at the skin of your neck forcing your breath to be caught in your throat “what about me?” You groaned feeling his eyes undress the little amount of clothes you had left on.

Matthew let his fingers brush over the strap of your bra “these boobs.” He began pulling the straps to your arms revealing your nipples that peaked from the cool air that hit them. His smirk looked up at you as you whimpered pinching your lower lip between your teeth as you oozed anticipation “please.” You begged giving Matthew a nod as his lips latched onto your left breast leaving his tongue swirling around your nipple.

His eyes fluttered shut as relief painted his body as he hummed at the taste of you on his tongue. Matthew continued his movements sucking and swirling the sensitive bud until you’re slick with his spit rocking your hips against his thigh. Your chest is heaving as you whined feeling goosebumps prick at your skin. Heat shoots from within you and it settles in between your legs “fuck!” You moaned making him sink his teeth against your nipple.

Matthews lips were plump as he brought his hand up to cup your other breast to equally share his attention with “gonna make a mess on your pants.” You warned tugged your fingers through his curls as he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

If this was any other day Matthew would have watched your eyes roll back into your head as you came by the mere flex of his thigh. But as his cock throbbed against the fabric of his pants and the knowledge that your loved ones would soon notice your disappearance “baby I need to fuck you so badly.” Matthews confession made you moan as you nodded.

Within the blink of an eye Matthew had his shirt unbuttoned and his belt unbuckled as you pulled his cock out from under his boxers “been thinking about your tight little pussy too.” The hockey player watching in awe as you drove the head of his cock over your clit making your body shake with pleasure “what about it?” You groaned smiling to yourself as you let your cunt swallow his cock as your walls adjusted to his size.

Foreheads pressed together as it seemed you both forgot how to breathe. The mere gesture of embracing each other almost being too much for you both but he couldn’t handle it as the first to pull away “how you’d look so full with my babies.” Matthew cupped your stomach brushing his thumbs over where your uterus sat beneath your skin. It was a topic that neither one of you had ever gone into depth with as you both agreed that kids would be in your futures “how your breasts would grow full.” You began to move your hips as you smiled settling into your rhythm.

Matthew watched as your eyes adjusted to the dim lights that lowly illuminated the room around you both “I want you to put a baby in me Matthew.” You pleaded clenching around his cock at the thought “want to be full of your come.” You had gone off of the pill last month as you knew you were getting to the stage of wanting kids, now it was beginning to matter that he wasn’t wearing a condom either.

It was hot hearing those words fall from your lips “I’m gonna fuck my pretty little bride so hard she forgets her name.” As soft as Matthews words were you knew it was a serious promise when he picked you up and lay you on the couch bringing himself back to the driving seat of this moment. Your response came in the form of a yelp as Matthew wrapped your legs around his waist “please Matt.” You begged as his pace ruined your once slow one.

The hockey player was desperate to fulfill his desires of seeing you full as he watched his cock bottom you out, hitting your g-spot resulting in your moans painting the walls. Sure to be heard by anyone who dared to be on this floor away from the party. It was dirty how your swollen lips and squashed curls that pressed against your back acted like encouragement to Matthew as he laughed “and to think you acted like you wanted to be down there with all of them.” The hockey player clicked his tongue as he shook his head mocking the innocent act you upheld when you were downstairs smiling at his parents like you didn’t have thoughts of having their son between your legs.

With the only response you allowed to let leave your lips being in the form of whines “but now you’re sat here fucking my cock dumb.” Matthew cupped the back of your head bringing you even closer to him as your hand went behind your bodies finding your clit “want it so bad.” You felt your breathing grow irregular as you struggled to focus “fill me up Mat.” You pleaded beginning to cry as pleasure built up in your body.

Those words were like butter to your husband who tugged at your lower lip between his teeth “won’t last when you speak like that.” Matthew groaned shaking his head as your cunt clenched around his throbbing cock “me too.” You stammered feeling the room around you grow hot as your legs began to shake.

Sounds of skin slapping echoed between you both as your face began to contort “go ahead baby.” Matthew ordered as his cock could only handle so much of this before he came himself “milk my cock pretty girl.” His tongue swiped over your ear lobe finally sending you over the edge.

Low grumbles left your lips as you clamped around his cock in spurts as the movements of your fingers strumming against your clit struggled to keep you focused “s-shit Matt.” You croaked out as your vision went blurry making your eyes screw shut as white specks cascaded over your eyelids “don’t stop.” You pleaded finally getting shut up when he embraced your lips in a hungry kiss.

Matthew wasn’t far behind you as his chest began to grow tight but at the moment he was focused on fucking you through your orgasm “such a pretty girl.” He mewled flaring his nostrils as the coil in his stomach snapped “fuck!” Matthew took the hand that was once behind your head and now pressed it against the arm of the couch to keep himself up.

Your cunt was coated with his release making you smile as he continued to slowly fuck you “gotta make sure it all stays in there baby.” Your husband teased as he pecked your lips.

The moment that was so small was full of so much love between you both that you almost didn’t hear the knock at the door.

Key word, almost.

Brady had been sent up to see where the two of you were “I get you’re a happy couple you two but if we could go downstairs and act like I haven’t just heard that I’d be happy.” His words made your cheeks turn red as you were only met with the sound of Matthews laughter.

Matthew pecked your lips as he smiled “down in a sec!” The panthers player yelled back as he sat up straight hearing the sounds of his brothers footsteps leaving the hallway. His hand reached down to your panties that were on the floor as he smiled “you serious about wanting my babies?” Matthew looked to you for confirmation as you placed your legs in his lap “so serious.” You nodded smiling as he did the same.

The hockey player helped slide your panties over your legs and pressed against your cunt “gotta make sure you don’t lose any of that then.” It made you squirm as you thought about keeping his load of inside of you “now as much as I wanna stay here with you.” Matthew sighed as he brushed your hair out of your face.

You let your lips form a pout already thinking about what he was going to say “we should probably get back before they send him back up here.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice as he pecked your lips “would hate for him to have to hear what you sound like when I have your cock in my mouth.” You smirked seeing Matthew process the image in his mind.

Using the little energy you had you got up and giggled “you’re sending me to an early grave.” Matthew groaned pressing his head into the pillow behind him.

As he watched you place your hands on your hips “that’s why you married me Tkachuk.” You spun around and walked to your dress letting him stare at your ass.

Matthew was living, the life.

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unrequited pt.2. peter parker

word count: 3.6k

warnings: anxiety, panic attack? i guess kind of

requested: yea a few people asked for this lol

plot: you haven’t seen peter for weeks and start to worry about him

a/n: i finished re-writing this late last night and i’ll be honest with you i haven’t checked it over so sorry if there are any mistakes but i’m tired sis goodnight! lmk if you like this! pls comment / share!

pt.1 / marvel masterlist / multi-fandom masterlist

"ned... you're so wrong for so many reasons," m.j.'s expression was flat, her eyes rolling before she continued to fight ned on who was really the strongest avenger. you were supposed to be working on a group project for your history class but somehow the topic of the avengers came up and the conversation derailed. ned was making a, somewhat, compelling case for the hulk but m.j. was clearly winning with her argument for wanda.

"nobody even knows the full extent of her powers... and the hulk? what? he's gonna smash some more?"

you sat quietly, chin in the palm of your hand, listening in and out of the conversation. you didn't really feel much like contributing. you would occasionally chime in to support m.j. but mostly you just heard the noise of their bickering and let it happen.

you didn't want to be that person, but your mind was (much to your frustration) completely consumed with thoughts of peter. and at the worst time, you had so many tests coming up, and essay deadlines were also creeping up on you. usually you were on top of this stuff, but your mind was preoccupied almost all the time.

because of peter, who was no where to be seen. in the past few weeks he had stopped showing up to school all together. ned said it was something to do with tony stark but you had a feeling it was more than that. you didn't know how to explain it.

you hadn't spoken to him in a long time now, and you didn't exactly leave things on good terms. it was the longest you'd gone without talking since peter called you a poopy head in the third grade.

you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. especially since you had no idea what he was getting up to, peter was known to get himself into some messes when he was left to his own devices. and you just knew ned was lying to cover for his best friend but that only made you feel even more out of the loop.

everything felt a bit off without peter around, like something was missing. that, on top of the guilt and worry you were feeling, was turning your head to mush. last time you'd spoken to peter, he was erratic and wounded and desperate. something bad had to have happened for him to be gone this long.

the bell rang, signalling the end of your last period for the day, and the rest of the week seeing as it was a friday. you snapped out of your daze, jolting as your eyes focused back on your surroundings.

"what time did you say again, y/n?" your eyes drifted to m.j. who was collecting her notes on her desk, her eyes meetings yours, waiting for your answer. a crease formed between your eyebrows, you hadn't heard a word of the conversation before right now. m.j. seemed to realise this, rolling her eyes at you with a playful smile. you did this a lot lately, she was getting used to it. "homecoming? what time did you want to meet tonight?"

"oh," you nodded, still sitting at your desk as your classmates hustled around you. "right, homecoming— i— uh—"

"tell me you're still coming," ned interrupted, his eyes wide suddenly, clearly desperate that your answer was anything but no. "c'mon we've had this planned for ages!"

"no— yeah— of course i am," you nodded quickly to reassure him. "yeah— sorry— i just spaced. is seven good for you guys?"

they hummed in response, nodding.

you packed up your books, shoving them into your bag, still in a slight haze with all these thoughts running through your head about peter. you couldn't think about homecoming, it seemed trivial now compared to the worst case scenarios running through your mind. maybe you could try to call peter again? you thought to yourself as you quickly left the classroom, forgetting about m.j. and ned and homecoming, your muscle memory alone leading you to your locker.

you swapped out your books from your bag with the ones you needed to study from for your biology test next week. after slamming the locker door shut, a familiar face was met with yours.

"jesus," you muttered as he stood inches away from your face, your heart racing from the shock. clutching your books to your chest, after nearly having a heart attack, you let out a loud sigh and furrowed your eyebrows. "peter? where the hell have you been?" you regained some of your composure, enough to find some anger in you towards him. he was the last person you were expecting to see today.

"you're ok?" his usual soft brown eyes looked sunken and tired, his hair was scruffier than usual and his lips chapped as they hung open, his eyes scanning over you.

your mouth hung open to speak but he just shook his head as if answering his own question. he gripped your forearm, urging you to walk with him. you dug in your heels, yanking your arm back, wanting him to slow down and explain before you went anywhere with him. "will you just walk," he muttered sharply when you tried to resist him. "please," he softened quickly, his eyes meeting yours.

you frowned, uncomfortably shifting the stack of books in your arms as peter pulled you along behind him hastily. you watched his eyes shifting about the hallway as students weaved around the two of you, his grip not loosening for a second. he was definitely up to something stupid and dangerous that he absolutely should not be involved in.

he'd dragged you all the way out into the parking lot, pulling you aside and away from the crowd of people.

"what's going on? why do you look like— i mean no offence but— you look like crap," you couldn't help but show some level of concern. no matter how complicated your feelings were for him at the moment, he was still your best friend, and he looked like hell. you couldn't stop yourself from staring at him.

"i need you to just— stop talking and listen to me," the look in his eyes made your heart beat a bit faster, your eyes darting between his trying to understand his urgency. "you're not safe—"

"no— i'm fine—" you were never very good at doing what you were told. you glanced down at yourself, perfectly safe and standing in front of him. "see?—"

"no— no you're not," he gulped, his eyes darting away from yours for a split second. "i'm taking you home and you have to stay there. ok? please."

his voice was horse, cracking when he spoke. you didn't understand any of it. peter was the friendly neighbourhood spider-man, what the hell had he gotten himself into that had him this worked up?

you tilted your head slightly, he couldn't think you'd blindly do whatever he said. you needed some answers. "pete," you mumbled, shaking your head with a faint frown. "can't you just tell me what's going on? you're kinda' scaring me."

"i screwed up," his face contorted, his eyes screwing shut for a second and his nose scrunching. you were glued to him, following his mixed expressions trying to understand what was going through his head. he took a deep, shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. "and i know you— you hate me and the last thing you wanna' do is listen to me but i need you to do this for me."

"alright," you said after a moments hesitation. you just wanted him to relax. all your pent up anger and hurt that you'd felt over peter had dissipated quite quickly. you were too occupied with trying to ease some of his stress, and if that meant becoming a homebody for a few days, you would do it. "alright— don't worry. i've been putting off my english essay for a week now anyway, it's about time i cracked down on it."

you tried to ease the tension, act like he wasn't asking much of you. he let out a heavy sigh, looking over at you with those brown eyes. "it's homecoming tonight, i know w—"

"is it?" you feigned forgetfulness, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. you shrugged. "i was never one for socialising anyway."

peter knew you better than that. he knew what he was asking you to give up. "i'm sorry," he took a step closer to you, his hands hovering in front of you, unsure that you wanted him to touch you. "i'm sorry you got dragged into this."

your eyes lingered on his hands before you pulled back up to his stare. you pursed your lips and shrugged. "i'd feel better about it if i knew what i was getting dragged into," you pulled away from your conversation for a second to slip your books into your bag. "walk me home and you can explain everything."

and he did. he told you all about the vulture, the weapons, what really happened during the decathlon trip. all of it. right up to when the vulture figured out his identity— which lead to him finding out about aunt may, about his friends, and about you. he told you about how he'd spent the past few weeks figuring out where the vulture's next major deal was being held, how he'd messed up so bad and how mr stark had taken his suit.

by the time he'd finished, your mouth hung open slightly. you didn't know how he'd been dealing with all of this by himself. spider-man helped old ladies cross the street and returned stolen bicycles, he didn't fight men in bird costumes to stop illegal sales of dangerous advanced weapon tech.

"peter, this sounds pretty dangerous," you spoke up after he told you about his plan to intercept the vulture's airplane heist. "don't you think you should just call happy? or tony? this sounds like iron man territory."

"i can't do that," he sighed. "besides, i already tried happy— he's not taking my calls right now. something about a time out."

you let out a heavy sigh, having taken everything in that he'd told you. you had reached your door, peter standing behind you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. you motioned for him to come in but he hesitated, opening his mouth to decline. "c'mon," you grabbed his arm and tugged gently. "this heist isn't happening 'til late tonight. you can keep me company 'til then."

"maybe, get some rest, too, you really do look like hell," he let you pull him inside, following behind you. he ignored the second dig you had now made about his appearance.

"may must've been pretty mad when she found out you'd been skipping school?" you collapsed onto your bed, crossing your legs over and watching peter perch himself on the edge of your bed. he leaned forward, his hand running over his face with sheer exhaustion.

"you have no idea," he groaned, holding his head up with the palm of his hand now. "i'm pretty much grounded for the rest of the year. and i have to send her a pic' of me sitting in every one of my classes from now on," you nodded, pursing your lips because that sounded about right. "but mainly she was worried."

"well, she wasn't the only one," he glanced at you over his shoulder, his eyes lingering there for a while. you breathed through your nose, looking away from him and down to your hands to give yourself a moment. you'd forgotten how difficult it was to have him look at you like that. "you just took off with no word, peter."

he turned his gaze away from you, focusing on the wall in front of him, his eyes glossy. for weeks that last conversation with you had been sitting at the back of his mind. he knew he'd handled everything in the worse possible way. he tried to protect you, hurt you by doing so, and then had everything he tried to protect you from blow up in his face anyway.

"i haven't been able to think clearly for weeks," you gulped, scared to meet his gaze again, in fear that you might lose your confidence. "i missed you. and i was worried out of my mind about you."

"y/n—" his voice was quiet.

"and i know i was the one who told you to leave. but i was hurt and sad. i'd convinced myself that you felt the same way, and when you—" you closed your eyes for a second, feeling him watching you. you hadn't been able to say any of this out loud for weeks and now it was just spilling out of you. "anyway— i shouldn't've punished you for that. they are my feelings i need to get over. it wasn't your fault and i'm sorry i made it seem like it was."

he shook his head faintly, sniffling slightly, catching your attention. "i screwed up," he shook his head a little harder, pushing himself up off your bed, his back turned to you. "i screwed up so bad," he ran his hand over his face, his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose. your eyebrows knitted. "it wasn't supposed to turn out like this."

"don't," you shook your head, willing him to stop. "it's not your fault. i shouldn't have—"

he cut you off, turning to face you as he did. "i'm in love with you," his mouth hung open slightly, his eyes now stinging red. "i was in love with you then, and i'm in love with you now. i think i always will be."

your eyebrows unknitted, your mouth opening to speak but nothing came out. you watched his hand tug on the ends of his curls, his eyes locked onto you the entire time, trying to read your expression.

"i was trying to protect you and it went completely wrong—" his breathing was erratic. "i thought you'd be safer if i distanced myself—" the look on his face was breaking your heart. he knew how stupid it all sounded now he explained it out loud. "i screwed everything up— and now you're in more danger than ever— because of me."

"you— you—" your brain was trying to keep up. you shook your head. you had spent the past month telling yourself that everything you thought he'd felt for you wasn't real, that you'd over thought everything he'd ever done for you. you'd been telling yourself for a month to move on. "you didn't screw up, pete. i know you. whatever you did, you did for the right reasons."

the lump in your throat was growing as you tried to keep some kind of composure. it wouldn't do either of you any good to get upset with him when he was worked up like this. he didn't need to be told he'd made a mistake, he was already painfully aware.

"you don't— you—but— i—" he was hyperventilating, completely vulnerable as he fell apart in front of you.

"pete," you mumbled carefully, climbing over to where he was stood, hand in his hair and he pulled on the loose curls, his eyes wide with anxiety and stress. you moved your hands to his, pulling them down to his side and giving them a small squeeze. "calm down," you cooed. "everything will be ok."

you trailed your hands up to his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze before pulling him into a tight hug. you wrapped your arms 'round his shoulders, one hand moving to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair. his head ducked, burying into your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist in a desperate grip. his breathing was heavy at first, uneven and jagged as he clung onto you. your heart was beating out of your chest, you were sure he could hear it, but you held onto him as tight as you could, pressing your whole body against his trying to offer him as much comfort as you could.

after a while of standing around, holding each other, peter's breathing began to grow softer and slower. he began to notice the sweet scent lingering on your skin. his lips innocently hovering over the curve of your neck, breath fanning against your skin. you could feel goosebumps growing on your skin, the hair of your arms standing on end.

"better?" you mumbled softly. he gave you a faint nod in response, his lips leaving your skin as he pulled himself back from you. your hand slipped from in between his curls and down to the neck, your thumb brushing over his skin as he looked straight into your eyes. you gulped, eyelids fluttering.

he was a state to behold. his nose was pink, under eyes wet, your eyes trailed down to where his lips parted. he hiccuped a breath. you tried to push away the impulse to kiss him because he was clearly vulnerable. you didn't want him to later regret anything. "thanks," he mumbled breathlessly. "i don't know what happened there."

you pouted your lips, about to reply when peters eyes fluttered down your face, catching you off guard. his eyes lingered and you noticed his head tilting down and nearer, his lips catching onto yours before you could register what was happening. it was soft, gentle and didn't last longer than a couple seconds before you had to force yourself to pull away.

"peter— you're overwhelmed right now so maybe we shouldn—"

your whispers against his lips where cut short, he pressed his lips to yours again. unable to resist now he'd had a taste. his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back flush against his chest. you swallowed a gasp, feeling his full weight behind the second kiss. his lips pushed against yours a little more desperately this time, you fell back a step, peter's arms where the only thing keeping you upright at this point.

both your hands where either side of his neck, trailing up into his hair where you pulled softly at the roots of his messy curls. he let out a soft moan against your lips, and you stumbled back once more, your thighs hitting your bed.

your hands quickly slipped down to his chest as you gently pried him off you. your head was spinning a little, his lips were plump and pink and the way he looked at you, with pure love and obsession, made you want to kiss him again and again.

"did you mean it?" you muttered breathlessly.

his eyes trailed back up from your lips, his gaze locking with yours again. he noticed the vulnerability and fear in your eyes now that he was paying you his full attention. he felt a wave of guilt hit him, knowing he was the one that put that look there.

"yeah," he hummed. "i did," he said with his chest. "i do. always will," he was breathless.

"you're not just saying it 'cause you've missed me?"

he shook his head quickly, shutting down any traces of doubt in your mind. "i have been in love with you since that summer we took that trip to coney island when you threw up after you ate too much cotton candy."

your scrunched up your nose at the memory. "gross."

he shrugged. "i don't know what to tell you. that's just when i knew."

your lips twitched into a small smile. "you should probably get some rest," you diverted the topic, trying hard not to kiss him again. he looked so tired. he had poured out months worth of anxiety and stress all in the past ten minutes. "you can't chase bad guys if you're half asleep."

he wore a half-hearted smile, his mind clearly flickering back to the task he had to take on later tonight.

"you can crash here if you want," you motioned to your bed.

"y'sure? i don't wanna get you in trouble."

"mom's working late, so you're good. plus she loves you, pete," your hands slipped down to his, giving them a quick squeeze of reassurance.

"sure she'll still love me when she finds out about us?" he quirked an eyebrow, the small smile on his lips was sloped and tired.

"m'sure," you hummed, biting back your growing smile at the word us. you moved him to sit on your bed again, his hands lazily holding yours. his eyelids fluttered as he looked up at you, a small crease forming between his eyebrows again. you could tell his mind was wandering again. "lie down, you need to rest or you're no good to anyone."

he nodded hesitantly and followed your instruction. "i'll sleep better with you next to me."

his voice was soft after you'd turned your back on him to leave him to rest. you rolled your eyes faintly, smile tugging your lips again. "is that right?"

he hummed, his arms outstretched, waiting for you to fall into them. you dragged your feet back over to him, biting the inside of your cheek, the corner of your lip twitching upwards. "there's a scientific reason behind it but my brain's too sleepy to think right now, so you'll have to take my word for it."

his words slurred together, his eyes rolling slightly the longer he forced them open. you just nodded. "alright, spidey, just this once."

"hm," he hummed as you climbed in next to him, his arms wrapping around you and immediately pulling you against his chest. "thanks," he muttered, his lips pressed against the top of your head. "don't know what i'd do without you."

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MASTERLIST

SERIES

Stripped The Missing Piece The Guardian [Demon!AU]  For Love [Royal!AU]  I’m Wishing  Hiccups Addicted Hey Neighbor [AU]  A Whole New World [Aladdin!AU] - New!

ONE SHOTS

Scary Movie Frosting on Top* The Unimaginable Cheers! [AU] Crazy in Love Trick or Treat* Fallin’ for You All of You Dearly Departed  ‘Tis the Season Saturday At Last An Early Gift Reunited All that Glitters* Monster Bookmark my Heart [AU]  Dance with Me Make a Wish Together, Forever My Greatest Fear Lucky For Better, For Worse  [AU] This Means War Sink or Swim  [AU] The Cat’s Meow [AU] Sounds of Heaven In the Name of Love You Matter to Me Leave Me Weak [AU] Regrets Helpless Questions Spills and Drills [AU] Safe Know It All [AU] Traditions Love in Bloom Friday Night Fights [AU] Silence

SERIES

The Price of Gold  The Price of Gold - Parenthood Drabbles

ONE SHOTS

My World The Ugly Sweater Baby Ho, Ho, Oh No! Stranded

ONE SHOTS

I Promise (Part 1 | Part 2)

ONE SHOTS

A Wealth of Love

smut indicated by * 

[parker-barnes-af]

Praising You

Mat Barzal

a/n: i got this idea from a tik tok trend and then it just kinda blew up into this, enjoy!! feedback is always welcome and encouraged🥰

warnings: swearing, this is all smut & no plot (mutual praise kinks, blow job, face riding, unprotected sex, fingering, i think that’s it) 18+

You rolled over in bed, facing your boyfriend, resting a hand on his naked chest while drawing small circles on his skin. Mat hummed contentedly, running a hand through his hair before wrapping an arm around your waist.

“You’re pretty.” you whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek watching the pink tint take place on his cheeks.

“What?” Mat looked at you shocked, afraid he misheard the random compliment you threw his way.

“You’re pretty.”

“Stop.” he shook his head no, covering his eyes with his free hand to escape your loving stare. You giggled, removing his hand from his face and grabbing his jaw to force him to look at you.

“But you’re so pretty, baby.” you encouraged, hooking a leg around his waist using the leverage to hoist yourself onto his lap in a straddling position. Your hands held his jaw, the blush on his cheeks becoming more apparent under your gaze.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” Mat’s hands found your sides, squeezing your hips as he spoke.

“Actually, I can feel it.” you smirked, grinding your hips down on Mat’s lap, feeling him getting harder by the second. You placed your hands on his chest, running them up and down his torso slowly teasing him before tracing the outline of the chain laying on his chest.

“Stop teasing me.” Mat groaned, pulling your face down to meet his. He moaned into the kiss, as you grind yourself down into his crotch. Mat is holding your jaw in one hand, his fingers running down to your neck and collarbone with the other. His lips were warm and soft where the kiss was rough and needy, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip asking for access.

You pulled away from the kiss, moving down Mat’s body and tugging his boxers off, setting his cock free. Your mouth watered as you got a good look at him, his cheeks pink, lips swollen, hair tousled and desperately waiting for you to make your next move. His eyes fell shut as you jerked his cock in your hand, running your thumb over the tip spreading his pre-cum around. “You like that, baby? You want more?”

Your panties were soaked from Mat’s clothed length making sweet contact with your pulsating pussy. This wasn’t your usual style in bed, typically Mat would take charge and you always liked it that way. But today you woke up wanting to try something different and that’s what you intended to do until he wanted control again.

Mat nodded vigorously, his hips jerking up into your hands emphasizing his needs as he was unable to find the words. His eyes were dark as he looked at you like some kind of goddess, never wanting this moment to end. He thought the confidence you had right now was the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, which is the only reason he’s let you go on like this for so long.

You kissed the tip of Mat’s cock, where he was beet red and dying to be touched. Slowly, you took his tip into your mouth, circling your lips and swirling your tongue collecting any pre-cum. Mat’s hands gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, as you slid further down his length taking him inch by inch into your mouth. You made sure to run your tongue over the protruding vein on his cock as you moved down, making eye contact through your lashes. “Oh god, you’re doing so good baby.”

You took everything he said as one of the greatest compliments, the praises only making you enjoy this even more. He had the moans of a pornstar and you couldn’t get enough of it, the small whimpers and low groans sounding like music to your ears. Relaxing your mouth, you closed your eyes, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock as you focused on the top half. “F-fuck, i’m gonna cum soon.”

You moaned around his cock, the vibrations adding a few extra sensations to what he was already feeling. You opened your eyes again, looking directly at him as he moaned your name, his cum shooting into your mouth. With a hazy mind all he could think was how absolutely gorgeous you were as you took his cum in your mouth. Slowly bobbing your head, milking him through his orgasm until he pulled you off gently by your hair. Mat’s chest and face were glistening with sweat and fuck, he looked like a goddamn model splayed out for you with a blissed out look on his face.

Mat was laying there catching his breath as you moved up his torso placing kisses along the way until he stopped you. “Be a good girl and get undressed for me.”

You couldn’t help the small whimper that fell from your lips listening to his words. The subtle directions he gave you caused a delicious warmth to fill in your stomach as you anticipated what was coming next. You removed his oversized t-shirt that you had covering your torso, letting your breasts fall free. Mat jerked his cock a few times as he watched you slowly slide the lacy thong down your legs before kneeling on the bed in front of him.

“You’re so sexy.” Mat whispered, hooking his thumb in your mouth and tilting your chin up to look at him. Puckering your lips around his thumb, you let your tongue swirl around it, sucking lightly on the tip of his finger. He brought his other hand between your legs, caressing your inner thighs before swiping his middle finger along your slit.

“Please, Mat.” you moaned, grinding against this hand, desperate to feel him against your clit. He pushes you onto your back, hovering above you as his fingers tease your opening. His lips make contact with your neck, moving across your throat, sucking red and purple marks into your skin. Your legs are spread wide, giving Mat an all access pass to where you needed him most.

He went straight in with two fingers, loving the way your back arched off the mattress, licking his lips as your arousal coated his fingers. Mat’s thumb pressed into your clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bud. “So close already aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes, fuck.” your eyes fluttered shut as the pressure built up in your stomach, your pussy squeezing around his fingers. He kept his thrusts up, milking you through the orgasm until you were pushing his hand away. Mat gave you a cocky chuckle, removing his fingers from your heat and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

The sight of him doing that was enough to have you ready to fuck him, the sex appeal he exuded going through the roof. The messy hair and swollen pink lips only made him sexier, and fuck you needed him.

“Look at you, always ready to be fucked by me. Your pretty little pussy can’t get enough of me.” Mat hovered over you, his forehead touching yours, the chain he wore dangling in front of your chest. The cold metal felt nice against your hot skin as he pressed his lips against yours. Mat’s tongue tangled with yours, the two of you letting small, breathy moans into each other’s mouths. He pulled away bringing your bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting before letting go.

“What are you waiting for, pretty boy? You gonna fuck me or what?” you could feel his cock throbbing against your lower stomach, the pre-cum already leaking onto your belly.

“Are you going to ask nicely, princess?” Mat grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the head through your slick folds, tapping himself against your clit a few times.

“Please, Mat fuck me.” you were ready to beg, you needed him inside you so bad, the emptiness between your legs almost unbearable. The thirst for him was real and you needed it to be quenched. Mat smirked, sliding into you painfully slowly, inch by inch. Both of you let out low groans, as you clenched around him as he bottomed out. He started his thrusts slow as he built up the rhythm he wanted, grabbing one of your thighs to rest over his shoulder. “Ohhh, keep going.”

The pain of having your leg on his shoulder was the best you’ve ever experienced, it hurt so fucking good and you couldn’t get enough. The new angle letting him hit deeper inside you, his tip thrusting against your sweet spot everytime.

“F-fuck, b-baby you feel so g-good,” Mat stuttered unable to finish his sentence, your slick core providing him so much pleasure. “So-so good wrapped around me.”

Being balls deep inside you felt like heaven every time for him, he swore nothing would ever feel this good. He absolutely thrived off of being this close to you, having his cock stuffed in your pussy was equal to a pot of gold in his mind. Mat intertwines his free hand with one of yours, pressing them into the mattress above your head as he places a soft kiss on your forehead. His touch exterior completely evaporated in these moments with him, the feisty guy on the ice was long gone when he had you to focus on.

“You look so handsome, love.” you whimpered in between his thrusts, leaning your chin up to meet his lips with a kiss. He was a moaning mess against your mouth, the small praises you had been feeding him all morning finally catching up to him.

“I'm so close, m not gonna last long.” Mat whimpered, forehead pressed against your own. Low grunts escaping his throat as you thrusted down meeting his hips, using your other hand to rub circles against your clit. “Cum with me, baby.”

As if on cue you twitch in his hold, your orgasm washing over you. He fucked you through it in sloppy thrusts as his own orgasm hit him, your name falling from his lips as he filled you. His hand squeezed yours, pushing into the bed beneath you as you both rode out your highs together. He collapsed against you, his sweaty chest pressed against yours as he did his best to hold his weight up on his forearms while still buried inside you.

“I love you, Mat.” you looked into his eyes, the glint of appreciation very apparent in yours. You pushed the hair back off of his forehead before caressing his cheek, feeling the slight stubble under your fingers.

“I'm so in love with you.” Mat kissed your forehead again, slowly sliding out of you, both of you whining at the absence of each other. He laid on his side next to you, leaning on his elbow to look at you. “You have no idea how grateful I am for you.”

“You could show me.” you laughed, running a hand along Mat’s chest, lightly tugging on the chain hanging around his neck.

“Oh yea?” Mat quirked his eyebrow, pulling on your hips so you were straddling his stomach. You moaned softly, your sensitive center colliding with Mat’s abs, a mix of yours and his cum leaking onto his stomach. “C’mon move up, baby.”

You listened to Mat, slowly moving up his torso until your knees were on either side of Mat’s head. He wrapped his hands around the fronts of your thighs, pulling you down so you rested right on his face. One of Mat’s favorite things in the world was using your thighs as earmuffs, as he fulfilled his craving for you. Unfortunately, he already shaved his playoff beard, so no thigh burn for you.

Your hands found his hair, tugging on the length as his tongue swiped across your pussy, swirling around your clit. The feeling was already so strong, so overwhelming as his tongue filled your pussy, tasting your collective juices. “Oh fuck, fuck, more please.”

Your eyes fell shut, your head tilted back as your rutted against his face, fucking his mouth as best you could. You grabbed one of your breasts in your hands, pinching and teasing your nipple, the feeling shooting down to your core. His lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue darting out to kitten lick at the sensitive bud. Mat moaned under you, the vibrations making you squeal as you ground into his tongue. His hands squeezed your thighs as you trembled against his lips, your legs shaking and toes curling. Your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, the fire starting to burn inside you.

“Baby, i’m gonna-” Mat’s teeth lightly grazed your clit, before his lips wrapped around again, sucking just enough to send you over the edge. You came on his tongue, your whole body shaking, your legs squeezing around his thighs. Mat licked against you, milking you through your orgasm, his skillful tongue earned him lots of praises from you. He cleaned up your juices that coated your inner thighs with his tongue, shuddering at the post-orgasm contact.

You lifted off of him, collapsing on your back next to Mat, your chest rising and falling as you collected your breathing. “Oh my god, you’re so incredible.”

Mat smirked, giving you ‘a tell me something’ I don't know, type look, as he leaned over to kiss you. Tasting yourself on his lips, you moaned before he pulled away with a pleased smile covering his face. Mat pulled you into him, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, your head resting on his chest.

“I'm so happy you’re home.” you whispered against his skin, kissing below his collarbone. You smiled to yourself as you felt his lips make contact with the top of your head.

“You know…I love your mind, I love your heart. I love picturing our future together. I love the way you make me feel.” you looked up at Mat, falling in love with his hazel eyes all over again as he stared into yours. You could feel the love pouring out of him, not just from his words but also in the way he looked at you. And the way he touched you. And the way he made you feel. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling.

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[parker-barnes-af]

Could you do a Steve Rogers x reader where reader and Steve don't get along at all and they slowly become lovers. Idk if thats alright or not. Thanks. Ps love your work.

A/N: Fuck, I feel like I don’t know how to write enemies to lovers' trope but hey practice makes perfect?? Idk, but lmao I tried. 

Summary: Captain America gets on your nerves. But he could say the same about you. 

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“You can’t just-” 

“I can’t what?” You hissed, turning to Steve with a heated glare. “Save your ass?” You pushed and watched Steve’s eyes narrow as he puffed out his chest. 

“I don’t need saving, Sweetheart.” 

You were going to scream. 

Or fight him. 

Or both. 

“Just because you’re Captain America does not mean I won't kick your ass, Rogers.” 

His scoffed laugh infuriating you more, egging you further and without hesitating you swung. 

Stronger fingers wrapped around your wrist quickly, stopping your hand from connecting to Steve’s face. And you watched with a glare as his lips turning into a dark smile. 

“Like I said,” he hummed, his hand still holding your wrist in the air. “I don’t need saving.” 

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Steve’s fingers twitched as a noticeable clicking sound resonated through the quinjet. 

“Stop,” Steve’s command calm and collected as he shot you an annoyed look before moving his eyesight to where the pen rested in your hand. Your thumb hovering over the end where you wouldn’t stop pressing causing the pen tip to appear and disappear with a simple ‘click,’ over and over again. 

You looked over at Steve, eyes never leaving his. 

Click. 

Steve’s eyes narrowed. 

You flipped him the bird before leaving, moving towards the back of the jet to where Sam and Nat were. 

Steve had to close his eyes momentarily as he rested his head back on his chair. Inhaling through the nose before exhaling slowly. 

Click. 

- 

He must be going crazy, Steve’s eyebrows furrowing as he hit the punching bag in front of him. 

It’s been too long. It’s been too quiet. 

You had gone on a mission with Sam that had you both out in the field for over two weeks and he punched the bag harder. 

No, he didn’t worry. Another swing. No, he didn’t want to see you. Another jab. Actually, he was more than relaxed now that you were away. The bag split open, sand falling from the inside and slowly piling on the floor as his chest heaved. 

“Quinjet 316 has landed,” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice sounded from above and Steve tensed. 

He didn’t know why, but he found himself walking outside as the quinjet powered down. Sam walking out with you in tow. 

Steve’s face hardened, covering any emotion as you met his gaze. 

Your eyes rolled at the sight of him standing there. “No, don’t look too enthusiastic that we’re back.” You hummed sarcastically as you walked past him. 

He turned around, shoulders tensing again. “Don’t forget to file your report.” He watched as you almost stopped walking. But you continued without looking back, raising a finger in the air back at him as single response. Sam laughed and Steve relaxed, before looking away from you entering the compound. A small smile forming at his lips. 

- 

You walked quietly across the deck, your wet suit sticking to your body from when you jumped from the plane and landed into the ocean. 

It was a simple mission. Get on the yacht, download all the files onto your flash drive and dip. 

“Hey!” A man called out and you froze at the sound of the safety of a gun being switched. You turned around slowly, seeing a man pointing his gun at you, looking angry. “Who-” 

But before he could finish his question, his mouth went slack, his grip on the gun loosening as his body fell forward. You grunted barely having any time to catch him, dropping his softly on the ground so no noise was made. 

Your eyes met with blue one’s. Steve already putting his shield back over his arm. “Are you trying to let everyone know we are here?” You glared and Steve looked from the guy unconscious on the floor then back to you. 

“Thank you would be nice.” 

You stared at him for a moment, blinking, before you looked up at him with round innocent eyes. “Oh, thank you so much for saving me, Cap.” Your words slightly sarcastic but Steve didn’t miss a beat. 

“Always.” 

And you had to blink in surprise again, you were fully expecting him to bicker back to you. You were used to it. But you stayed standing in the same spot as Steve walked past you. 

You didn’t know what to say, so you kept quiet as Cap took over, leading you to the main communication room so you could finish the mission. 

Your fingers slipped the flash drive into the usb port and began the download, your gaze glancing over at Steve who guarded the door. You felt confused as you replayed his response in your head. 

- 

Fuck this dress. 

And fuck these heels. 

That was what you were thinking as you walked around the ballroom, your mask covering the top half of your face. 

You were currently on a mission, gathering intel on a possible trade of stolen vibranium and the deal was supposedly happening at this masquerade ball. 

“Suspect is leaving through the doors on the west,” Sam’s voice rang through your comm. He was working communications from on top of the roof with redwing as you played dress up with Steve and Bucky. 

“Got it,” you murmured through your ear piece as you moved across the floor, eyes on the target as the door began to close. You slipped through and watched him turn the corner. 

You were so focused on getting to the dealer that you didn’t think about the possible guards patrolling. You heard the guards' footsteps from around the corner where the target had disappeared behind, coming closer. You raised your hand ready to strike but before anything happened a hand wrapped around your wrist turning you and pushing you against the wall. 

A head dipped into the curve of your neck as you gasped. You were about to fight the person holding you to the wall with their weight before hearing the man against you speak. “Wait,” Steve’s lips barely brushing on your neck as the guards walked around the corner. You froze. 

The guards snickered as they walked past the both of you, most likely thinking it was just a drunk couple kissing. 

Once the coast was clear, Steve moved back, leading you both to finish this mission. 

As you walked your fingers ghosted over the area on your neck, you could still feel Steve’s lips on your skin. 

- 

“Stop moving,” Steve murmured as his hands brushed over your hips. He was standing between your legs as you sat on top of the counter. You had just gotten back from a mission with Nat and everything went well. Or as well as it could have gone with the target pulling a gun on you and shooting. 

You were lucky it had only grazed your side since Nat took the guy down last minute. But when you both returned with a bandage pressed to your side you found yourself in front of Steve’s door. A weak smile on your lips when he answered. His eyes narrowing when he saw your hand holding your side. 

“It’s just a graze, Cap.” You said softly and sucked in a breath as he lifted your shirt up gently, his fingers ghosting over your bandage. 

“It could have been worse,” He countered with a frown and you rolled your eyes placing a hand on top of his that rested down on your hip again. 

“But it wasn’t,” you reassured meeting his eyes. You couldn’t read what he was thinking but it had your heart racing. “Nat-” 

But your words were cut off as Steve dropped his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you tight to his chest. “It could have been worse.” 

The way the words fell from his lips had your heart clenching as you moved your hand to the back of his head, your fingers tugging his head back so he could look at you. You two didn’t say anything for a moment, letting the silence fill the feelings you both didn’t say. 

You both realized the shift happening between the two of you at the same time. And you didn’t think as you pulled Steve back to you. Your lips pressing into his, confirming everything you felt for him and everything he felt for you.  

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Masterlist

Updated on March 26, 2022

Bold & Italicized → SMUT

** → Requested

Imagines

Learning Curve (P.P.)

The one where Peter and Y/N lose their virginities to each other and it ain’t all sunshine and rainbows.

Fights & Fritters (P.P.)

The one where Peter needs help with hand-to-hand combat because Y/N kicked his butt before. Part 2 below

To Fight & Two Fritters** (P.P.)

The one where Y/N realizes that she isn’t indestructible and cannot waste a moment. Part 1 above.

Nepotism (T.H.)**

The one where twins Tom and Y/N star in Spiderman: Far From Home together

Just Like Him (P.P.)

The one where Y/N comes to terms that Peter is just like her dad. **Bonus Blurb

English Love Affair (T.H.)

The one where Y/N and Tom spend an unforgettable weekend in London together. (Part 2) (Part 3)

See Ya In Chemistry (P.P.)

The one where Y/N and Peter feel the same way, but Peter doesn’t know what to call it.

Just Don’t Tell (P.P)

The one where the relationship has to stay on the down low. (Part 2) (Part 3)

Merry Christmas? (P.P.)**

The one where Peter and the Reader have a peaceful Christmas Eve

7 Minutes (P.P.)

The one where Peter and the reader come to a Christmas promise.

Scrapped Day (T.H.)

The one where the job takes precedence.

Mi Chico Predilecto (P.P.)**

The one where Peter learns Spanish and more than he thought he would.

Series & Drabbles

5 Seconds of a Summer Series (P.P)

Rooftop Talk Drabbles

Imagines

Baby Fever (B.B.)

The one where convincing Bucky to have kids in an uphill battle.

Best Part (B.B.)

The one where Bucky knows that you’re the best thing in his life.

Because I’m Not (S.S.)

The one where Y/N has a hard time breaking the news to Sebastian that she can’t give him everything he wants.

Primal (B.B.)

The Halloween one where cavepeople are primal.

Big White Bed (B.B.)

The one where Bucky can see your life beginning from that big white bed.

You Already Have Me (B.B.)

The one where Bucky and Y/N spend their last night together before leaving for war.

The Serving Suitor (B.B.) (Part 2)

The one where Y/N has to show loyalty to her love or to her kingdom.

All That Glitters is Gold (B.B.)

The one where Y/N takes a chance on the mobster.

Imagines

Disconnect (S.R.)

The one where it’ll take more than therapy to fix the marriage.

Easy (S.R.)

The one where Steve gets more than he bargains for when he walks into Y/N’s coffee shop.

Please let me know if something isn’t working and send requests for blurbs and one-shots here xx

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— odessa’s masterlist ♡.

—εïз—

james buchanan barnes.

— series;

xenon lights. [masterlist].

chapter one: the one with the pool party.

chapter two: the one with the nirvana tee.

living a week in deception. [masterlist].

chapter one: the one with the unexpected guests.

— smut;

might not hate you w/ enemy!bucky.

your hatred for bucky puts the team at risk. when steve orders that the both of you need to find a way to work together, hate sex is not what you had in mind.

forever lies w/ boyfriend!bucky.

when you learn that your boyfriend has cheated on you with a girl from the bar, you think that it can't get any worse. you then learn that he used that opportunity to create a sex tape with her and you've finally had enough.

give em' a show w/ mob boss!bucky.

you act out when bucky’s men check you out in your lingerie and when your mob boss boyfriend finds out, he helps you give them a show.

to help out a friend w/ bestfriend!bucky.

bucky reveals to you on movie night that he is having some trouble when it comes to... well, coming. what happens when you offer to help out?

the best gift to give w/ avengers!bucky.

bucky barnes has had enough of the day being about him. he wants it to be about you. his favourite parts of you.

chemical reactions w/ enemy!bucky.

bucky barnes joining in on your solo mission was the worst part of the night. that was until the both of you got dosed with sex pollen.

everything we never wanted w/ enemy!bucky.

bucky barnes and you have been silently competing since the day you met. now you were competing over who can make the other more jealous and the both of you can't help but give in.

— moodboards;

one.

— diary entries;

entry one.

— social media;

one. two.

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Deter The Hatred

Summary: your agent had put together a publicity stunt to make it appear as though you and the well known Sebastian Stan are dating, though you really aren’t. The two of you are constantly at each other’s throats until enough is enough.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, brief choking, vaginal penetration, blowjob, thigh riding, teasing, swearing, brief angst

Word Count: 2665

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Pretending to be in love was a hoax, though you had been paid quite the sum of compensation to be in a public relationship, one that dragged attention towards both you and the other star involved in the arrangement. It baffled you; he didn't need any more eyes on him than there already were, though his agency would disagree. As you scrolled through Instagram, you bellowed out a humoured laugh as you saw people adjourning hate towards you for being in a relation with such a man. Damn, they must have thought that you had really low standards, if only the public knew that you'd never realistically go for a guy like him.

There was no arguing whether he was attractive or not, of course you had eyes, but the personality that he held deformed that entire conception, if only his rooters could see what you could, they'd surely be wondering how such a great actor was not such a great man. A frown settled over his face as he sat across to you, listening to the amused laughter that bounced out from your lips, confused by the reaction, wanting to know what you were looking at, however you continued to scroll and ignore his expression.

"You look nice today." He forced out the compliment, hating you equally as much, but finding it optimal to do so, it wasn't quite a lie from his part but your physical form was much better than the one inside. It was noticeable how he kept glancing down at your legs which were exposed in your sun dress, it was summer which made the attire acceptable, and you looked astounding as he would have said if your intrigue was appealed onto him.

"I know Sebastian. I don't need a man's validation, even if he is my boyfriend on my appearance, not to mention that it wasn't even asked for." It irritated him that you still refused to cast your gaze over to him, it was as though he had to fight for your attention and that involved much more effort than it was worth. You continued to scroll upon the screen, a smile on your face to make it appear to any paparazzi near by that you were pleased to be seated with the actor. A grunt fell from the brunette's lips as he suffered the consequences of your vile ignorance, to think that if this relationship was real it would be the epitome of a sinking ship.

Every time you were with him you felt as though you were drowning, forced to deal with the inclination to be held down in a public tie to one man, and this one no less. Without looking you went to grasp your glass of water, no doubt by accident spilling it all over the skirt of your dress, causing you to audibly groan and the man across from you to concur a line down through the middle of his face; by god you were truly an embarrassment. You thought for a moment that he was about to leave you sitting all your lonesome when he stood, but instead of proceeding to do that, he helped you up and wrapped his jacket around your waist, concealing the spillage that tormented the fabric.

"Let's go back to mine, there you can change into something dry." To say that you were too tired to argue was spot on, not to mention that was something that both your agents would gun at you for if the press had evidence for it, and so you accepted his hand, allowing him to lead you onto the route back to his apartment. You'd been there before for some online meetings and to join with him prior to any events you had to attend together, but you'd never taken much notice of the clutter or the joker picture that sat by his sink.

You still didn't think much of it as you stood in the middle of the living room, tugging at the damp material as you awaited for Sebastian to return, and when he did there was a shirt in his hand. It disgusted you to think how cute fans would think you were if they saw an image of your wearing his clothing, though you accepted the plain grey top anyways, turning around to prompt your fake partner to help you with getting out of the yellow dress. He brushed your hair to the side, making a sigh fall past your lips as the air con soothed your skin, another relieving from you as his hand brushed over your shoulders to reach the zip.

Seb pulled it down, causing the material to pool around your feet, his eyes remained fixated on every mole and scar that adorned your body, and before he knew it his hands were coiling around your hips, pulling you back against him. "I don't know why we pretend to hate each other, we both know we don't." His breath fanned across your ear as he decided to go for it and tug on the lobe with his teeth, riveting a hiss out from your mouth, as your hand reached back and fumbled to the lower section of his trousers, rousing a smirk onto your lips as a curse fornicated out from him.

"The only thing I like about you Stan is the sex appeal - period." You squeezed his cock again, feeling him harden in his jeans, moaning out when his hand splintered across your ass, the sound ending in an amused laugh. "If you call that rough that is pathetic. Just. Like. You." To deter any further insults from spilling out of you, his free hand wrapped around your throat as he threw you forwards and onto his couch. He wasted no time in crawling atop of you, his knees either side of your legs as he ogled fiercely down at you, his hand returning to your throat.

"You want rough you little brat, huh? Well maybe you should appreciate what you get from your boyfriend." He growled, claiming your mouth with his own as his tongue slithered against your own, discovering each mould of flesh that pieced the inside of your mouth together as his hips ground down, encouraging you to rut up against the bulge that was straining in the denim that occupied his thighs. To taunt him diabolically further you bit down on his bottom lip, retracting a feral groan out from the marvel occupant.

"Just fuck me Seb, or I'm sure I can find someone who can do it quicker." You dared, removing your bra leaving you in nothing more than your underwear that Sebastian snapped off. He thought you talked too much, he was gonna turn you into a sweet little thing that would stand by his side in front of cameras and when the two of you were occupied in the bedroom you would be obedient, and he'd ensure that you learned from your dauntless mistakes. He stripped himself of his shirt, licking his lips dryly as he glimpsed at your breasts that had hardened peaks.

They were beautiful and he could not resist from lowering his head down to take the left one into his mouth, suckling on the nub as your chest heaved from the intimacy. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your foot pawing at his ass to diverge him away, and sneak your hands to the button of his trousers, saying without words what you wanted. It wasn't your goal to say it again, nor beg, and Sebastian knew that if he got too cocky or dominant that you would simply leave, having no hardships of finding someone else to hook up with.

"You are desperate." He stated, struggling out of his trousers as he plucked at the band of his boxer shorts pulling those down too until his leaking cock was stiffly erected up and resting on the inside of his thigh. "You on birth control?" He enquired as he nipped at your jawline, swiping his cock head through your folds, dancing the tip sensually around your alert clit. Rolling your eyes you answered with a courteous 'yes' as you wanted to waste no more time on the formalities and just get railed. This tension had been brewing between the pair of you for so long that it felt like the end of an era as he slid into your slick channel, but you didn't mind as your walls tightened around his average girth, flexing the muscles to give the pair of you more pleasure before you had even really began.

"Shit you're so wet darling. Anybody'd think you spilt water all over your pussy instead of your pretty dress." The man huffed as moved backwards so that he could create a pattern of thrusting forwards. His pace was surprisingly slow, making the entire interaction one of passion rather than a hate fuck as you'd always expected it to be, but you weren't complaining nor were you going to as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, enforcing your eyes to roll back in your head as you had trouble focusing on anything else but the feeling.

A rise of the holy orgasmic state began to churn in your stomach, until Sebastian all of a sudden stopped, flipping you over onto your stomach as he fumbled behind you, inserting himself once more into your cunt, endorsing moans to reach out from both of your throats. He stayed still though which irritated you strongly, and so as he knelt there, you started to bounce back on his cock, encouraging the actor to start groping at your ass, spreading the cheeks as he watched you fuck yourself aggressively on him. Your arm was futile upon the cushions of the sofa, using them to balance yourself to continue your actions.

With your spare hand you reached down and began to pluck at your rosey bud, until you allowed yourself to orgasm vastly around Sebastian and leave him still feeling full in his satchels. But to his relief you turned around and pushed him so that he was sat, sliding between his legs with your hands on his thighs as you leant down to lick firmly up his cock as your eyes remained on his face. A laugh of amusement fell past your lips as Seb threw his head back, leaning his hand down to run through your hair, tugging softly on the strands.

With both hands you placed one at the base of his cock and the other around the tip as you began to jerk him, swiping your tongue over his sack as you innocently blinked at him. You took one into your mouth as the speed of your hands increased, still being careful as you didn’t want to chafe his foreskin, though the part in your mouth tightened as he released moans, stating absentmindedly from pleasure that he was going to cum. And you let him, aiming his slit towards your mouth that slanted open as he filled it with ribbon after ribbon with his seed.

Through hazy lids Seb watched, enraptured by the sight of you so willingly swallowing his cum. In the industry he had heard about your skill set from other celebrities that had a chance to spend a night with you but never had he thought that it would be this mind blowing. Their words truly did not do justice to the toll that you had taken on him, he was sure that there wasn’t any one in the world who could suck his cock better than you. You suckled the tip into your mouth, making Sebastian hiss from overstimulation, however he allowed you to clean up his cock as you peppered feather light kisses down his shaft, licking his veins lightly as you passed down.

“Oh my fucking god.” His hand covered his eyes as he recovered, only to remove it to find that you had settled next to him, still in all your glory of nudity. “That was so fucking good angel, I always knew those lips were good for something other than running your mouth at me.” His hand reached out to stroke the curve of your breast, to which you hummed gently, shuffling closer so that you and your bare core were straddling his thigh. Softly you began to move back and forth on the muscled joint, the hairs that exhibited from the skin burning your pussy just right.

“We all have our talents.” You smirked, grasping onto his shoulders as to give yourself more leverage to fuck yourself on his thigh. Seb grasped your hips, speeding up the pace that you had set yourself as he nibbled onto your collarbone, one of your hands abandoning a shoulder to curl in his locks and pull at the roots. “Shit. Gonna cum babe.” He allowed you to do so, grinning at the word that had abandoned your mouth which had amazed him just as much as how beautiful you looked when you were nearing your peak.

Warmth spread on his leg as your juices pooled on the surface, you shifted yourself a few more times to ride out your orgasm, until you were almost in a position where you were collapsed upon him. “You realised that you called me babe right?” Seb snickered, not amusing you in the slightest, you went to pull away but he held you close, his pupils meeting directly with your own which made your heart race and fixate on the fact that you hardly ever let anyone this close mentally. “Well, babe, how about I take you out for a date tomorrow evening? I’d very much like to.” He admitted it, though you hardly seemed convinced.

“Can you stop trying to appease the public and our agents for one minute? We’re not dating, remember? This is all a hoax to promote our newest projects and create something for the media to get off to, and that’s what we just did, get off with each other. That’s it, so stop trying to piss me off with your lovesick act, because spoiler, it’s not fucking working.” You slapped his arms from around you, going to pick up your dress but it still remained soaked so you went for the next best thing; his shirt that had been abandoned on the ground beside it.

You chucked it on as you faced a sad looking Sebastian with your arms defiantly folded over your chest. “I was on about a real date y/n.” He sighed, pulling a cushion to cover his lap as he had began to feel slightly insecure given the situation. “Me and you, not this persona that we put on around each other. I want to get to know you better and have more mind blowing sex with you, you’re maddening to me. There’s so much mystery to you and I want to be the only one that know the answers to all the questions that your fans have, I want to sit with you in public when there aren’t cameras on us, I want to give my agent the finger for using us as pawns for promotion. So what do you say y/l/n?”

His rant was inherently quite sweet with consideration to the circumstances, you tested your weight between both legs as you thought of how instantaneously you had turned him down. Perhaps it’s because this constant snapping at each other was a flaw to your mental health and you were tired overall, not to mention of it. You didn’t want to pretend to hate him and vice versa because you both knew that wasn’t really the truth. You were just two people who those outside of the spotlight put on pedestals and had all these expectations of. That wasn’t the image of whom you wanted to be, and so this time you weren’t rash nor reluctant to deny or accept; you gave him a straightforward answer, a chance.

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me: i like this character

person: ok

me: no you dont understand

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