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ltadoriyuujl · 16 days ago

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blood on your jeans, blisters on our feet, a huge grin full of teeth

☆ twin holes in your body lead to twin holes in his neck and a tender moment in an unconventional location (AKA: trust hunters to fuck up a perfectly good moonlight date)

☆ werewolf!bakugou katsuki x vampire!reader, 2.6k words

☆ established relationship, hurt/comfort, no use of y/n, gn!reader, a touch of religious imagery, they don't fuck but they get very close

☆ a/n: my contribution for katsuki's birthday that i totally got done on time. happy birthday to my favorite guy. crossposted on ao3

Each step felt like a struggle between his momentum and the mud, but his urgency won out every time. The ground was eager to soak up the first rain it had seen in weeks, making the earth beneath his feet warm and wet.

Meanwhile, you were indistinguishable from an ice sculpture in his arms.

You'd been cold to the touch for as long as he'd known you. A natural side effect of being a born member of the living dead. But this was different, more dire. Your skin was sallow at the best of times but you were growing waxier by the second, and the hands he knew could crush boulders without much effort grasped weakly at his shirt. The hem of his shirt and most of his pants were dark and stained, not from the rain or the muck, but from the precious little lifeblood you had to spare, the viscous liquid dribbling out of the two neat holes blown clear through your midsection.

He couldn't hear or smell the hunter anymore, though whether that was because he had genuinely lost them or simply due to the fact that his heart was thundering in his ears and his nose was full of you, he couldn't tell. It wasn't like it mattered either way. If the bastard caught up to him, you'd both be dead. If he didn't get you somewhere safe and put some blood back in your system soon, you'd tap out on him, and that was somehow the worse option.

You coughed, the sound rattling out of you, and it made the knots in his stomach tighten. The bleeding had slowed considerably from when you'd been shot, but it wasn't enough. Your supernatural healing factor could only work with what you had, and you weren't nearly old or strong enough to heal up point-blank shots from enchanted weapons on your own. He'd be damned if you died on him, because of him.

"Katsuki," you mumbled, the word quiet and half-garbled. He grunted in acknowledgment but didn't break his stride, eyes peeled for anything even remotely resembling a shelter. Then, like a beacon of divine providence, Katsuki spotted a spire jutting out in the distance. He immediately switched course, headed in that direction. A spire meant a house or a church, or at the very least something with half a goddamn roof.

"Katsuki," you tried again, voice firmer this time, "you should leave me. 'S not safe out here, go home."

You felt his growl in your bones before you heard it, the rough sound setting an ancient set of instincts on edge. "You've had a lot of stupid ideas," you could hear the snarl in his voice, "but that has to be your dumbest one yet. I'll chalk it up to delirium."

You opened your mouth to argue, but you couldn't choke any more words past the dryness in your throat. Pain and hunger danced an awful duet inside you, and it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. The only part of your brain not submerged in the fog of negative sensation was screaming at you to stop wasting energy, so you grit your teeth and closed your eyes, focusing instead on the frantic thrumming of Katsuki’s heart under your cheek.

The trees thinned and Katsuki could clearly discern the building as an old church. The walls and doors were so faded it was impossible to tell what the original colors could have been, even with his enhanced sight. But all the walls seemed intact and the roof had no glaring holes, so he couldn't give less of a shit about whether or not it was pretty.

He tore through the attached graveyard with little concern for the slumber of the dead, only determined to ensure you didn't join their ranks. Using a single broad shoulder as a battering ram, he burst through the door, barely managing to keep you both from crashing to the floor in his haste.

He kept his senses peeled for any hidden surprises and stumbled towards the pews closest to the door before dropping to his knees between them, trusting the ancient wood to keep the two of you hidden and cradling your body so you weren't jarred by the impact. For the first time since you'd gone down, Katsuki allowed himself to properly look at your face, and the sight that greeted him turned his stomach. It wasn't like you'd ever been the picture of health or vitality, but the blood loss had turned you into a wax figure of yourself, a cheap, fake imitation. It was wrong, deeply wrong, and for a terrifying moment, Katsuki thought this would be the last version of you he ever saw.

It hardly took a thought to extend the nails on his hands into claws, the neckline of his shirt shredding like paper under the wicked points. With as much care as his trembling hands could muster, he made a shallow cut in the skin of his neck and raised your head to it, grateful for the way your body twitched at the smell of blood.

Your eyes fluttered open, and then fixed themselves on the droplets rolling down onto his shoulder and collarbone. On instinct your fangs lengthened, and it took every last ounce of your dwindling self-restraint to stop yourself from lunging forward.

"'Suki," your voice was more rasp than anything, vocal cords parched and tongue heavy as lead. Still, even on death's doorstep you had stubbornness in spades. "I can't- I can't make it good. It'll hurt. I don't know if I'll be able to stop."

Katsuki snarled and forced your head closer, placing your lips directly against the wound. "I don't give a shit. Drink."

The command reverberated through you and your body reacted before your mind could, unhinging your jaw fully and driving fangs into flesh. Your teeth tore through skin and muscle, and the blood that flowed into your mouth was sweeter than any wine, purer than any spring water.

You weren't kidding. It hurt like a bitch. You were too weak and frenzied to employ the weird vampire magic that made being fed on feel like a body high. Every one of Katsuki's instincts was urging him to pry you off, to get away, but he dug his claws into the cracked wooden floor and endured.

Just as his vision began to blur at the edges, you ripped your mouth from his neck, throwing yourself backwards to put some distance between the two of you. Katsuki watched in morbid fascination and mounting relief as layers of fat, muscle and skin knit themselves together over the gunshot wounds until the only indication you'd been hurt at all was the holes in your top. He could feel the gashes on his neck mending as well, sped up by the combination of vampire magic and his own healing abilities. His eyes flicked up to meet your wild ones and for a moment, you just stared at each other, chests heaving and the air thick with the scent of blood.

The wave of relief abated, taking his adrenaline with it. He all but deflated, scrubbing his still-clawed hand over his face as the gauntlet of emotions he'd been suppressing, the terror, anger and despair, all came crashing down on him at once.

For all the years spent nipping at each other's heels and trading eye rolls and increasingly creative middle fingers from different sides of a grand hall, you had never seriously put your hands on him until tonight. The glade in the middle of the forest between vampire territory and wolf country had been your go-to spot since you both were children. The area was synonymous with safety in Katsuki's mind, considering only the most suicidal hunters would even risk venturing so deep in search of targets. He'd been at ease, distracted, and you'd sensed the threat before he could. The force with which you shoved him out of the way was enough to send him tumbling head over ass halfway across the clearing. After a few moments of belligerent cursing and spitting grass out of his mouth, his bearings returned in time to see you go down, the smoking barrel of a gun glinting in the moonlight from the treeline.

What happened immediately after was fuzzy at best, distorted by shock and fear. He might've howled, let out a sound deep and full of rage, or he might have simply bolted over and scooped you up before making a break for it.

"That was a stupid ass thing to do." His accusation echoed through the church, and you winced as though the reflected words physically struck you.

"You're one to talk. Letting a dying vampire feed on you was way more dangerous than my stunt." Using the back of your hand, you attempted to wipe some half-dried blood off your cheek but only really succeeded in smudging it. "Hunters must have deep pockets these days if they can afford to have expendable bullets made of blessed silver-"

"Don't joke about this! You could've-"

"Better me than you." You weren't yelling, but your voice drowned out his regardless. The glint in your eyes was steely, your lips set in a firm line. "You just proved it. Two direct shots of holy silver and all I needed was a drink. If they had hit you-" your voice wavered, and your fangs dug into your bottom lip as you tried to regain your composure. "You would've died of blood loss and silver poisoning and even ripping every hunter in the world apart limb from limb wouldn't bring you back. I wouldn't have been fast enough to get you back to your home in time for them to help you, so I did the next best thing."

You shuffled forwards, eating up the floor space between you and him until your knees were almost touching. Tentatively, you reached a hand out to cup his cheek, a soft smile gracing your lips when he didn't recoil. "You're not as invincible as you think you are, Katsuki." Your voice had lost its previous hardness, the edges of it blunted into something far more tender. "I don't want to face a world where you don't exist. Not yet, at least."

Only a few weak moonbeams managed to filter through the grimy window behind you, but they were enough to drape you in a halo of soft silver light. The whirlpool of conflicting emotions churning in Katsuki's stomach quieted as he took you in. Your wild hair and bloodstained mouth did nothing to distract him from the color and fullness returning to your face, the blood—his blood—coursing through your veins and warming you from the inside out.

You were the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen.

He caved to his urges at last, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him. His embrace was ironclad, like if he squeezed hard enough you would sink into his chest and let him carry you in the safety of his ribcage forever, right next to his beating heart. Your surprised gasp melted into a soft laugh but you held him back just as tight, as though you'd slip away to somewhere he couldn't reach you if you let go.

After a few more minutes of holding you, Katsuki's hind brain was sufficiently disappointed with the fact that you weren't going to crawl under his skin and stay there. He pulled away slightly, just enough to study your face up close, and you tried your best not to squirm under his heated gaze.

"What?" you teased, "Do I have something on my face?"

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was steady, but the pleading undertone was impossible to miss. One of your hands made its way to his hair, toying with the soft strands while you pretended to think.

"I have blood all over my mouth."

Katsuki scoffed. "Yeah, my blood. I don't give a shit."

Your nose scrunched in distaste but you couldn't keep the laugh out of your voice. "You're gross."

"Look, are you gonna let me kiss you or-"

Your lips pressed softly to his, stealing the rest of his sentence away. It wasn't your first kiss together, or even your 50th, but kissing Katsuki was a novel experience no matter how many times you did it. He was so…alive, real and firm and full of a warmth you couldn't mimic even with a hundred liters of blood. The hand not in his hair came up to cup his jaw, his pulse thundering under your pinky finger. A groan rumbled out of his chest and into yours, large hands finding your hips to pull you impossibly closer. His tongue slipped past your parted lips and prodded at your fangs, wrenching a full body shudder from you. You could've spent eternity there, mouth molded against his and greedily basking in the heat of his body. His thumbs hooked themselves under the waistband of your pants and your stolen blood rushed south so fast you almost gasped. Only decades of honing your self-control granted you the presence of mind and sheer willpower it took to break the kiss and tilt your head away from him.

"Katsuki." You were shooting for playful but only managed to land on strained and slightly nervous. "I'm not fucking you in an abandoned church." You refused to look directly at him, knowing from experience that his flushed cheeks and blown pupils would shatter your already tenuous grasp on your resolve.

His chest heaved against yours, his breath grazed your neck, and his damned thumbs were still grazing your hipbones. "Why?" The slight rasp in his voice was deadly. "Too cliché?"

"Oh absolutely. Can you imagine? 'Two creatures of the night, locked in passionate embrace in a former house of God's light.' The universe might smite us for the audacity alone." Easier to joke and deflect than admit you were so drunk on him that if you let him lay you down you might eat him whole.

Thankfully, Katsuki seemed to recognize your turmoil and finally moved his hands, bringing them down to rest on your thighs (which, admittedly, wasn't much of an improvement, but at least he wasn't touching bare skin any longer). "I should get you home," he murmured, forehead pressed to yours. "Sun's gonna start coming up in about an hour and half." You had no idea if that was true considering your phone was long gone and you'd never gotten into the habit of wearing a watch, but Katsuki had a freaky sense for when dawn was approaching so you'd learned to trust his judgment on that front.

Still, neither of you moved, content to soak in the other's presence just a little longer. You ghosted your fingers over the spot where your bite mark had been, the smooth skin betraying nothing about what had transpired not even thirty minutes prior. A squeeze to your leg drew your gaze from his neck to the vermilion eyes you adored so much.

"I'll find them." At your quizzical eyebrow, Katsuki huffed and continued. "Bastard that shot you. I'll find them, even if it takes the rest of my damn life."

You hummed and tilted your head to press your smiling lips to his cheek. "You're so hot when you plan brutal revenge."

"I thought you said you weren't tryin' to fuck me here?"

"Are those 'fuck me' words?"

"Half the shit you say is."

You snort. "You really are a dog," you reply, and you hope he knows you mean it with all the affection of a thousand lifetimes.

#lovely divider from @/enchanthings #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #daisy writes!#happy birthday katsu

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sukirichi · 10 months ago

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togame jo x gn! reader | drabble

；746 wc

；just a lil something for him <3 gn! reader but togame says we have a pretty face + reader wears glasses

In the bustling sessions of classes between 45 minute breaks, and the afternoon rush, you found yourself in a predicament. You’d already told yourself crossing the nearby town wasn’t the greatest idea. It was a good fifteen minute walk away, and if you were lucky enough ― which you weren’t ― the line at your favorite cafe wouldn’t be too long. Clearly, such luck was not on your side. Not only did your professor dismiss you late, but the cafe was packed to the brim when you arrived. You had approximately twenty more minutes to run back if you wanted to reach your next class.

You sighed internally. The things you’d do for good coffee.

Fumbling through your bag for your ID, you were unaware of the world around you. Your glasses, perched precariously on the edge of your nose, threatened to slip off with every hurried movement.

“Whoa, whoa!” A voice cut through the cacophony of city sounds and your ragged breathing, and before you could react, a collision sent your glasses tumbling to the ground. Panic seized you as you heard the unmistakable sound of your glasses hitting the pavement ― the world before you becoming a big, indistinguishable blur.

“Shit,” you exclaimed, crouching down in a frantic search. Your vision was a blur without the lenses, and your hands fumbled over the rough concrete.

“Oh. Damn. Here, let me help.”

The voice was back, closer now, and gentle hands joined yours in the search. Together, you scoured the ground, fingers brushing against each other in the race to find the lost glasses. You cleared your throat every time your skin brushed against the stranger’s. Their hands were large, almost like paws, with rough, calloused palms. Even his voice was deep, a little gravelly, like he’d just woken up.

After what felt like an eternity, a soft “aha!” echoed as the stranger triumphantly retrieved the glasses. “‘Believe this is yours.”

You let out a relieved sigh, taking the glasses with trembling hands. “Thank you so much,” you managed, your heart still racing from the unexpected chaos. Cup of coffee in your other hand, you were thankful you hadn’t dropped that, otherwise the entire trip to this part of the city would be a complete, utter waste.

The stranger chuckled softly. “No problem at all. You okay?”

“Yeah, just a bit shaken.” You pushed your glasses back into place, finally able to see clearly. When your eyes focused on the person beside you, a jolt of surprise ran through your body ― akin to being zapped awake.

Whoa.

The stranger was stunning. He had a disarming smile, warm eyes that crinkled at the corners, and an effortless charm that made your heart skip a beat. He was tall, and had broad shoulders ― so wide and square he completely shielded the view behind them. On those muscles lay a yellow jacket with white outlines, matching his golden-tinted glasses that did little to hide his mischievous ― and amused ― gaze.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, voice laced with genuine concern. “I should have been more careful.”

“It’s alright,” you replied, feeling warmth trail upwards your neck. Nervous, you begin fiddling with your glasses, looking at anywhere but him. “I wasn’t paying attention either."

The handsome stranger grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, now that we’ve survived the great glasses debacle, ‘think I can have your name?”

Your grip on the coffee tightened, heart beating fast even without the caffeine. You tell him your name, and bite your lip, hesitant yet pushed by curiosity. “And yours?”

“Jo,” he drawls out in that appealing, lazy manner. “Togame Jo. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here though. ‘Would’ve recognized a pretty face like that if I did.”

You blow out a puff of air from your cheeks. Was it suddenly feeling hot in here? Yes, it was ― no, it didn’t. Togame Jo looked comfy enough in his jacket to feel the heat.

“I’m not from here. I’m from the other side ― I just come by here for coffee.”

“Ah, from Furin,” he nods to himself, smirking one last time before turning away with a mock-salute. “Come by again, stranger. Maybe I’ll be the one buying you coffee next time I see you.”

Pushing your glasses back up to your nose, you search for your phone through your bag and mark the next break you’d have ― a coffee date with Togame Jo.

This time around, you’ll make sure to not drop your glasses.

#togame jo x reader #togame x reader #jo togame x reader #wind breaker scenarios #wind breaker drabble #wind breaker imagines #togame x you #togame jo x reader fluff #hngrrr i guess i’m writing for windbreaker now but it can’t be helped iM IN LOVE W LIKE ALL OF EM HEJRNN #divider from enchanthings #its just a drabble that i wrote in 5 mins be nice ueuyeeue #im just having togame brainrot okay :(#him and his kissable face :(

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cloudwisp · 2 months ago

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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐞𝐥ノ𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲

❛ I’ve decided on you. your arms are the ones I want to be wrapped in. your lips on mine. skin against skin. hands intertwined. to feel lost in your eyes. I want you and only you. ❜

#𝜗 ෆ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐞𝐥. 𝜚 #modern au where wrio is an ex-convict working as a auto mechanic + leads a double life as an underground boxer #I’m the daughter from a wealthy family newly moved into another city as an art gallery curator #a little spoiled but trying to make it on my own without help . the relationship starts off beautiful but many hurdles to overcome #like difference in lifestyles . friends + parents approval . wrio feeling not good enough but love wins in the end #my take on the privileged/hardworking trope heh :>#divider by enchanthings-a #◜selfship.◞

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hide-in-imagination · 5 months ago

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SIMBAR Q&A! (crack answers only)

Q: When did you realize you were truly in love?

Simón: When even her farts smelled good to me. Ámbar: When I met his dad and I saw what his future might look like and I realized I would still love him even if he were bald. (Ámbar: How dare you say I fart, that's so not true, I'm a barbie.)

Q: What's the most disgusting thing you've seen your partner do?

Simón: Kiss Benicio Ámbar: Kiss Luna (Simón: When did you even see me do that? Ámbar: Just imagining it is bad enough.)

Q: What's your partner's greatest strength?

Simón: Her decisiveness. Especially when ordering food. Ámbar: His ability to completely ignore me when I'm talking to him when he's engrossed in composing a song. (Simón: That was one time. Ámbar: Five times, Simón. It happened five times.)

#simbar #soy luna #I have no idea where this came from but dkjfn #if you want more of these maybe you can send me questions??#but remember: silly answers only! (bc it's easier for me that way 😂)#divider made by @enchanthings #short writings

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ssunnysdream · 9 months ago

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 ‧˚ ֶָ֢ 24, she/her, pansexual, nsfw and sometimes sfw, honkai star rail and genshin impact enthousiast

• 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 nsfw // sfw

• 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 . . alhaitham and kaveh's girl, aventurine's lover, sunday's angel, acheron's wife

• 𝐝𝐧𝐢 . . minors (for nsfw posts), ageless or blank blogs, homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, homophobic, ableist ->basically any dni criteria

#new theme!#divider i add to my post is from enchanthings

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monandre · 3 months ago

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„ I'm certain, it must be holy, ”

~ ♡ Monroe ♡ It/That thing/He/She ♡ Agender AroAceSpec ♡ ~

^ART BY @heartmatic

🩷 Carrd (desktop preferably) 🩷 Strawpage (Mobile) 🩷

Hello hi I'm Monroe and I like self-shipping !!! :)

I'm not at all new to the selfship scene but I've only really started posting my selfship stuff recently so. Baby's first selfship blog. My other blog is @impuubus go follow that if you want hehe..

Like I said, this blog is for selfshipping, which i do for fun and comfort, so there might be mentions of mental illness, traumatic events, or shots/needles/hospitals (because i'm. diabetic and so or my S/Is), so this is your one and only warning (unless I'm posting something really serious)! Nothing too in depth, but just figure I should maybe mention as an FYI :)

♡ My (main) Loves . . . (full list)

Andre Lee (Inside Job) — #🩷HR Violators🧪 — ♡ 02/08/2023 ♡

Sans (Undertale +AUs) — #🩷In Every Universe🦴 — ♡ 12/01/2015 ♡

Thanos (Squid Game) — #🩷 FallingStars 🪽 — ♡ 02/16/2025 ♡

♡ ♡ ♡

I do not mind if we share f/os if we're friends/I've told you I don't mind, in fact if we do I think we should be friends and go on a double date with our silly versions of our f/os. mwah mwah much love <3

Anyone else, I'd prefer not follow unless I follow first, I'm a bit "protective"(?) of my main romantic f/os...

Boring stuff under the cut...

♡ Tags I use . . .

#‼️Important

—> Tag for stuff like this!!

#⭐Canon To Me

—> Tag where i put others selfships i reblog!!! Mostly friends hehe :)

#💫Chit-Chat

—> Asks tag teehee.. send in asks anytime ever i love talking..

#🩵Treasure

—> Art made for me !! yay :)

#❤️‍🔥Suggestive

—> block if you don't wanna see anything suggestive !!

#Reblog

—> Anything I may reblog

#impy talk

—> Me babbling about anything

#impy art

—> My own art! Doodles, Finished drawings, gifs, etc !!

#impy vent

—> If i'm ever ranting/venting about something, it goes here, so you can mute it if you don't wanna see that !! Won't happen too often.

„ To feel something so pure. ”

#‼️ Important #dividers are reblogged !!! by Enchanthings on here !!#lyrics (top and bottom quotes) are from Jupiter by Flower Face #a lot of yammering here.. oops..

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supvoidchimera · 4 months ago

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Memory Film Roll Put Together

Chapters - Stuff - My Characters - Characters

#love and deepspace #lads #love & deepspace #l&ds #lnds #From The Official Love and Deepspace Facebook #Divider by enchanthings-a #love and deep space #Love and Deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #sylus love and deepspace

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bittybeetle · 9 months ago

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beetle, bug, or guppy 𓇢𓆸

it/its, bug/bugs, sie/sier, or any other neos are fine !!

favorites: marine animals, dogs and wolves, dinosaurs, space, video games (particularly old nintendo games!), minecraft, &tc

have a lovely day! 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

#divider gifs are by @/ghwosting and @/enchanthings + stamps are @/unknown-till and @/frogkitchen-the-archive!#if you're here from our writing feel free to chat abt it; it's not the bulk of the posts on here but you're in the right place :]

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lov3notts-recs · 4 months ago

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i’ve been wanting for this oneee‼️

"Mattheo? Go shower."

"What? Why?" Mattheo frowned, sniffing his shirt. "I just did."

Theodore rolled his eyes, ignoring his rising irritation.

The kiss had been almost motherly, but still—it had been a kiss.

the way he acts makes me love him even more🙂‍↕️

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Nott," you quipped,

with him, it will get him everywhere 🤭

Theodore looked at Lorenzo, deadpan. "You heard her. Out."

oh he’s definitely whipped

"You're impossible," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

ugh this gesture always makes me weak

Sarah tilted her head, a strange expression on her face. "Wait, wait, back up. Cara?"

"Yes, cara!" you said, exasperated. "You speak Italian, don't you? You know it means stupid!"

Before Sarah could reply, Theodore stirred, groggily opening his eyes and blinking at the scene before him. His gaze shifted between you and your roommates, his brows furrowing. "What's going on?"

NOO SO CLOSEEE YET SO FARR

i need her to find out what i means

"Thanks for... you know. Putting up with all of that."

He shrugged, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. "I don't mind."

ivy, love, this was the cutest fic ever, this series just gets better & better😭 theo is SO whipped, i LOVE it.

amortenia, rain, and nurse theo

theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader where you both go to pippin's potions and why does the amortenia smell so familiar? AND theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader where you get sick and he takes care of you

➜ ft. lorenzo berkshire

↬ word count : 5,520 words ˎˊ˗

↬ warnings : fluff overload, occasional theodore grumpiness, flirt mode: activated (lorenzo edition)

↬ au part? : yes ➺ ☆

↬ author's note : i know, i know, the much awaited (and requested) part 3 is finally here! hope you enjoy!

↬ taglist : @lov3notts @rafeluvrr @celestialeviereads @sad-anxious-muffin @ashex333 @starconstellation2423 @a-little-funny @alygatorcow @urfavetheaterkid16 @ill-die-anywaygir

navigation┆theodore nott masterlist┆request here 𝜗𝜚

Theodore Nott was seated at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, quietly picking at his breakfast while Blaise, Mattheo, and Draco exchanged snide remarks about who’d win in a duel—Draco’s money was on himself, naturally. Theodore tuned them out, the low hum of their voices a comfortable background noise.

And then, you appeared.

“Theodore,” you said, planting your hands on the table right in front of him. He blinked, startled, as you leaned in slightly, your voice as sweet as honey but your tone commanding. “5 PM sharp, Hogsmeade. Meet me by Pippin’s Potions. Don’t be late.”

Before anyone could respond, you slapped a folded piece of parchment onto the table in front of him. “Read this after I leave,” you instructed, your eyes darting briefly to the rest of the table. “Good morning, Blaise, Draco. Pansy, you look lovely as always. Mattheo, you—”

You snagged a piece of toast off Mattheo’s plate with a grin. “Thanks for this,” you added, kissing his forehead in one swift motion and giving his hair a motherly pat. “Don’t forget to eat something other than sugar today, okay?”

Mattheo froze mid-chew, looking both confused and mildly touched. “Uh, okay?”

With a radiant smile that seemed to light up the entire Hall, you straightened up. “Oh, and Theodore?”

He raised an eyebrow, still processing the rapid series of events.

“Bring Enzo,” you said sweetly, then added with a cheerful little shrug, “but tell him to not forget his brain in the dorm this time.”

Blaise let out a bark of laughter, and Draco smirked into his goblet.

You winked at them, spinning on your heel and sauntering out of the Hall with a satisfied bounce in your step.

There was a beat of silence at the table.

“Whipped,” Blaise said under his breath, breaking the stillness.

“I am not whipped,” Theodore replied flatly, though his ears tinged faintly pink.

“Right, because you didn’t just sit there like a lovesick puppy,” Mattheo teased, rubbing the spot where you’d kissed him.

"Mattheo? Go shower.”

“What? Why?” Mattheo frowned, sniffing his shirt. “I just did.”

Theodore rolled his eyes, ignoring his rising irritation. The kiss had been almost motherly, but still—it had been a kiss.

“Leave her alone,” Pansy scolded the boys, though her lips twitched with amusement. “At least she’s got some sense to keep you idiots in line.”

Theodore sighed, unfolding the parchment with a mix of curiosity and dread.

Rules & Regulations (because Theo will inevitably break them):

No speaking Italian in front of me unless you’re teaching me words that aren’t insults.

No calling me cara anymore. I know it means stupid, Theodore. Do better.

Don’t be late.

Remind Lorenzo to bring his brain along this time.

If you have something important to say, say it before we meet, because once we’re there, you won’t get many chances to talk. 😊

Theodore read the list, a slow smile creeping across his face. Blaise leaned over his shoulder, his brows furrowing as he skimmed the parchment.

“That’s... not a love letter,” Blaise noted, sounding almost disappointed.

“No,” Theodore said, his tone softer than usual as he folded the paper neatly. “But I think I love her anyway.”

“Didn’t she basically call you stupid?” Draco asked, smirking.

“Yeah,” Theodore replied, his lips quirking up. “And she’s not wrong.”

Theodore was leaning casually against the stone arch of the Hogsmeade entrance, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching you tap your foot impatiently. You stood a few steps ahead of him, arms crossed, your eyes fixed on the road as though sheer force of will could summon Lorenzo out of thin air.

“You know,” Theodore started, his voice breaking the silence, “I did tell him. Repeatedly. In fact, I told him yesterday after class. And this morning at breakfast. And in the common room before lunch. Honestly, I don’t know why he’s late. Maybe he got caught up in one of his ridiculous—”

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t look at him. “Mhm.”

“—because, really, it’s not that difficult to be on time,” he continued, not catching your tone. “We’ve been doing this for weeks now, and you’d think Enzo would’ve picked up on the concept of punctuality. But no, apparently it’s beyond him. He’s probably—”

“Theo, sweetheart, shut up.”

His words faltered, and he blinked at you. “What?”

You finally turned to face him, your exasperation tempered by a small, amused smile. “You’re rambling.”

He frowned, his mouth opening as though to protest, but instead, he muttered something in Italian under his breath.

“What was that?” you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

“Nothing,” he replied, looking anywhere but at you.

You huffed, poking his chest lightly with your finger. “You know, one of these days, I’m going to learn Italian and not tell you. And when I catch you saying whatever it is you’re always muttering, you’re done for.”

He smirked faintly. “Sure, sure. Can’t wait.”

You scowled, though the corners of your mouth twitched. “That’s exactly what you’d say if you didn’t believe me.”

Theodore shrugged, but the glint in his eyes gave him away.

Half an hour passed, and Lorenzo was still nowhere to be seen. Your foot-tapping evolved into pacing, and Theodore, to his credit, stood there in silence, seemingly resigned to his fate.

Finally, you threw your hands up in frustration. “That’s it. We’re leaving without him.”

“You sure?” Theodore asked, pushing off the wall.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you said, already marching down the path toward Hogsmeade. “He can catch up if he feels like it, but I’m not wasting another second standing here like a fool.”

Theodore fell into step beside you, his strides longer and more relaxed than your determined pace. “You’re taking this a bit personally, aren’t you?”

You shot him a look. “If Lorenzo shows up and you defend him, I’m taking back your talking privileges.”

He smirked but wisely said nothing.

The little bell above the door of Pippin’s Potions chimed as you pushed it open, stepping into the warmly lit shop. The air was rich with the scent of herbs, spices, and something faintly acidic. Shelves lined with neatly labeled vials and jars stretched up to the ceiling, and you practically beamed as you stepped inside.

Theodore followed at a leisurely pace, his hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze lazily drifting over the shelves. “You’ve been looking forward to this all week, haven’t you?”

“Obviously,” you said, already moving toward a shelf filled with shimmering, color-coded potions. “This place is like heaven for potion nerds like me. Look at this one!” You picked up a small vial of glowing blue liquid. “Restorative Draught—perfect for replenishing magical stamina. And this!” You grabbed another bottle, this one swirling with iridescent silver. “Mood Potion! Changes your mood based on whatever you need. Isn’t it amazing?”

Theodore raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you need that. You’re already a walking Mood Potion.”

You shot him a glare. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ve got enough energy for five people,” he replied smoothly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Nott,” you quipped, putting the potion back on the shelf.

“Wasn’t trying to flatter you,” he said, following you as you moved to another section. “Merely an observation.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t bother arguing. Instead, you picked up a jar filled with tiny, glittering leaves. “Moondew. Isn’t it beautiful? It only blooms once every hundred years.”

“Fascinating,” Theodore said dryly, leaning against the shelf as you examined it.

“You could at least pretend to care,” you said, putting the jar back. “What if I discover the next great potion recipe and name it after you? ‘Nott’s Notorious Brew.’ Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “If it’s going to have my name on it, it had better be something impressive.”

“Of course,” you said, grabbing another vial and holding it up dramatically. “A potion so powerful, it’ll make anyone who drinks it fall madly in love with me.”

Theodore blinked, momentarily thrown off. “You don’t need a potion for that,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, straightening up. “What’s next on your list?”

You grinned, reaching into your bag to pull out your meticulously crafted shopping list. “Everything,” you declared, waving it in the air.

Theodore groaned. “I should’ve known.”

“Don’t complain,” you said with a wink, moving to the next shelf. “You signed up for this when you agreed to work with me.”

He followed, shaking his head but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Pretty sure I didn’t agree to anything.”

“Too late now,” you chirped, grabbing a bottle of Elixir to Induce Euphoria. “Now, help me find powdered griffin claw, would you?”

“Yes, boss,” Theodore said, the smirk firmly back in place as he wandered off.

You stopped in front of the glass case holding some of the shop’s most coveted potions. Felix Felicis gleamed like liquid gold, swirling enticingly in its tiny vial. Next to it sat a bottle of Amortentia, the infamous love potion, its surface shimmering like a kaleidoscope of mother-of-pearl.

“Felix Felicis,” you breathed, pointing at the tiny vial of shimmering gold liquid. “Liquid luck. Imagine how much easier this project would be if we had some of that.”

Theodore raised an eyebrow. “You mean imagine how much you would abuse it.”

“Excuse you,” you said, pretending to be offended. “I am a paragon of self-control.”

He snorted. “You spilled ink all over your notes yesterday because you got distracted by a butterfly outside the window.”

“It was a beautiful butterfly,” you shot back, before turning your attention to the next potion. “Amortentia,” you said, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “The most powerful love potion in the world. Smells like what you’re most attracted to. Care to take a whiff, Theo?”

“Pass,” he said immediately, his tone dry.

“Oh, come on,” you teased, leaning closer to the display. “What are you so afraid of? Smelling your deepest desires? Or finding out it’s something embarrassing, like broom polish and... I don’t know, mint toothpaste?”

“Broom polish?” he repeated, his expression incredulous. “What do you think I am, a Quidditch fanatic?”

You grinned, but your attention shifted back to the potion. Its mother-of-pearl sheen swirled hypnotically, and you found yourself leaning in closer, unable to resist. As the subtle, alluring fragrance hit you, your banter faltered.

Then the scent hit you. It was intoxicating, warm, and utterly unexpected—a blend of fresh parchment, something woodsy and clean like cedar, and… spearmint?

You shook it off as you quickly straightened up and turned back to Theodore. “Your turn.”

“No,” he said firmly, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“Oh, come on,” you whined, lightly nudging his arm. “Don’t be such a spoil-sport.”

“I’m not,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “I just don’t see the point.”

“The point is curiosity, Theo,” you insisted, pouting. “What are you so afraid of? Finding out you’re actually in love with—”

He cut you off with a sharp glare, his ears turning slightly pink. “It’s nothing,” he said quickly, his voice lower than usual.

You frowned, confused by his sudden shift in demeanor. “Nothing? That’s kind of boring,” you said, your disappointment slipping out before you could stop it. You didn’t understand why it bothered you—why you felt let down that he wasn’t sharing whatever his “nothing” was.

Shaking off the strange pang, you plastered on a grin. “Fine, be mysterious. I’ll just pester Lorenzo about it later,” you said, turning away and heading toward another shelf. “Now, let’s go find something useful, like powdered billywig stings. And don’t you dare start complaining.”

Theodore trailed after you, his usual smirk subdued as he watched your back, the faintest trace of regret flickering in his expression. But when you turned to glare at him for dragging his feet, he quickly schooled his face into indifference, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets and muttering, “Yes, boss.”

As you wandered further into the shop, you found yourself drifting toward a large window. The warm sunlight spilled through, casting golden patches across the wooden floor. You peered outside absently, but your eyes widened when they landed on a familiar figure.

“Is that…” You squinted, leaning closer to the glass. “Is that Lorenzo?”

Theodore, who had been silently trailing after you, looked up from a shelf of powdered ingredients. “What are you—”

Without a second thought, you grabbed his hand, dragging him toward the window.

“I’m not going to—” Theodore started, but you cut him off by shoving him right in front of the glass.

“Look!” you hissed, pointing through the window. “That’s definitely Lorenzo. And who’s that with him? A girl?”

Theodore frowned, staring outside where Lorenzo stood, laughing easily with a girl who seemed thoroughly charmed by whatever nonsense he was undoubtedly spouting.

“I mean, what is he even doing?” you rambled, your voice climbing. “He was supposed to meet us here ages ago, and instead he’s out there gallivanting around like he doesn’t have a care in the world! I told him 5 p.m. sharp, Theo. Sharp! Does he not know what sharp means? He probably doesn’t—honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised. And who is she? Some girl he’s charmed into—”

“Would you excuse me?” Theodore interrupted smoothly, his tone calm but edged with irritation.

You blinked, startled by his sudden interjection. “What?”

Before you could get another word out, Theodore was already heading for the shop’s exit, his strides purposeful.

“Wait, where are you going?” you called after him, your words trailing uselessly as he disappeared through the door.

You crossed your arms, muttering under your breath.

“Lorenzo Berkshire, you better have the most spectacular excuse.”

Unable to resist your curiosity (or temper), you marched out of Pippin’s Potions and straight toward the scene outside. As you approached, the girl Lorenzo was talking to looked up, her expression shifting from startled to delighted when she saw you.

“Oh, hi!” you greeted her warmly, your sunny disposition kicking in despite your bubbling frustration. “I love your shoes! Where did you get them? They’re adorable.”

The girl smiled shyly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, um, thank you! I got them in a little shop in Diagon Alley.”

“Of course you did,” you said, beaming. “Diagon Alley has the best hidden gems. Anyway, sorry to interrupt! I just need to have a quick word with my very late friend over here.”

You turned sharply toward Lorenzo, hands on your hips, clearly gearing up for an earful. “Lorenzo Berkshire, do you have any idea how long Theo and I have been waiting—”

Before you could launch into your tirade, Theodore stepped in front of you, cutting you off.

“Just one moment,” he said, his voice firm but polite.

You blinked, caught off guard as he turned to Lorenzo, switching effortlessly to Italian.

“Perché sei qui fuori con lei?” Theodore demanded, his tone sharp but quiet enough to avoid drawing the girl’s attention. (Why are you out here with her?)

Lorenzo smirked, shrugging casually. “Volevo dare a te e alla signora un po' di tempo da soli.” (I wanted to give you and the missus some alone time.)

Theodore’s jaw clenched, his irritation evident. “Non è il momento per le tue sciocchezze. Siamo qui per un progetto, Enzo.” (This is not the time for your nonsense. We’re here for a project, Enzo.)

Meanwhile, completely oblivious to their conversation, you turned back to the girl, your frustration momentarily forgotten. “So, are you two friends?” you asked her brightly.

“Oh, um, not exactly,” she replied, glancing nervously at the boys. “He just… started talking to me while I was waiting for my friends.”

You nodded, smiling sympathetically. “That sounds like Lorenzo. He could charm the whiskers off a Kneazle.”

The girl giggled, relaxing under your friendly chatter. “Is he always like this?”

“Always,” you said with a mock sigh. “It’s honestly exhausting.”

Meanwhile, Theodore pinched the bridge of his nose as Lorenzo leaned casually against the fence, looking far too amused by the situation.

“Basta con le scuse. Sei in ritardo e ora dobbiamo rimetterci al lavoro.” Theodore snapped, his patience wearing thin. (Enough with the excuses. You’re late, and now we have to get back to work.)

“Calmati, amico,” Lorenzo replied with a grin, glancing between you and Theodore. “Sei geloso perché stavo parlando con qualcun altro?” (Relax, mate. Are you jealous because I was talking to someone else?)

Theodore’s glare darkened. “Non farmi pentire di essere tuo amico.” (Don’t make me regret being your friend.)

You noticed their hushed exchange and turned back toward them, suspicious. “Are you two talking about me in Italian again? Because if you are, I’ll—”

Lorenzo straightened, raising his hands in mock surrender. “We’d never, Sunshine! I was just… apologizing to Theo for being late.”

Theodore muttered something under his breath, and you narrowed your eyes.

“Uh-huh,” you said skeptically. “I’ll believe that when penguins fly.”

As you waved goodbye to the girl, you turned sharply on your heel and pointed a finger at Lorenzo.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, Berkshire,” you scolded, hands on your hips. “You’re late, you didn’t bring any excuse cake—because that’s a thing now—and you’re out here charming innocent girls when we have a project to save my grade!”

Lorenzo gave you a crooked grin, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Sunshine, I’m pretty sure your grade doesn’t need saving. But I get it. Scold away.”

"-I had to stand in one place for ages like some kind of forgotten statue!”

He grinned. “Well, statues are usually silent, Sunshine. Did you manage that part, or…?”

“Carry this,” you said with annoyance, shoving the bag of potions supplies into his arms. “You’re on bag-carrying duty now. Congratulations.”

With a dramatic huff, you stormed off, the hem of your sundress fluttering in the breeze. Theodore and Lorenzo exchanged a look before following behind you like sheepish children.

But then, just as quickly as you started, you skidded to an abrupt halt. Theodore and Lorenzo, unprepared for your sudden stop, bumped straight into you.

Theodore muttering a soft “Merlin, Amore—” as he stumbled back.

You turned, a frown creasing your brow. “It’s going to rain.”

“What?” Enzo said, looking up at the perfectly sunny sky.

“A raindrop just fell on my cheek!” you declared, pointing dramatically. “Look!”

Theodore’s eyes followed your hand, his gaze lingering not on the sky but on your cheek. The delicate curve of your face was dampened slightly by what you insisted was a raindrop. Your skin glowed in the golden light, and the soft pink hue of your sundress made you look ethereal, like something pulled from the pages of an old love poem.

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, get inside then?” Lorenzo suggested, always the voice of practicality.

You whirled on him, horrified. “You might as well curse my entire existence, Enzo!”

“What did I—” Lorenzo began, but you interrupted with a finger pointed to the now-grey sky.

“If it’s going to rain, the last thing we do is run. Rain isn’t an enemy! It’s a gift!”

“A gift that gives you pneumonia,” Lorenzo muttered, earning a glare.

You ignored him completely, twirling in place as the rain soaked your sundress. “Let’s dance!”

Lorenzo snorted. “No, thanks!”

“Buzzkill,” you shot back, waving him off. “Theo, come on!” You grabbed his hand, tugging him into the rain.

“Amore mio, I hate the rain,” he said, though his feet were already moving toward you.

“Not anymore!” you declared, spinning him into the makeshift dance floor of muddy grass and raindrops.

“Theo,” Lorenzo called after him, “you can say no, you know!”

But Theodore didn’t say no. He followed you, his hand warm in yours.

He watched you twirl, your sundress flowing as if it had been made for this very moment. Water clung to your hair and lashes, making you seem otherworldly, like some ethereal creature conjured by the storm itself.

His heart ached in the most confusing, wonderful way as he caught himself staring. You were laughing now, your joy infectious, and he found himself helplessly drawn to you.

You grabbed his hand again, pulling him into a spin with you. “See? Now you don’t hate the rain!”

Theo’s lips quirked up, his voice soft and sincere. “I don’t think I ever really did.”

Lorenzo groaned from the sidelines, drenched but stubbornly avoiding joining. “If you two start reciting poetry or kissing in the rain, I’m leaving.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Oh, relax, Enzo. Live a little!”

You twirled again, oblivious to the way Theo’s eyes followed your every move, his gaze filled with something unspoken and warm, as if you were more than sunshine—you were the entire universe lighting up his world. If rain-soaked afternoons meant watching you glow like this, maybe he didn’t hate the rain after all.

When you twirled again, your dress brushing against him, Theodore caught your hand mid-spin. “Careful, cara,” he said softly, his voice steady despite the chaos around him.

You grinned up at him, cheeks pink from the cold and the exertion. “Don’t call me stupid!”

He chuckled under his breath, his hand still holding yours.

Lorenzo groaned from the sidelines. “I can feel the cavities forming just watching you two!”

Sneeze. Cough. Sneeze.

This was the pattern going on in your dimly lit Hufflepuff dorm, where you were bundled up under what seemed like every blanket in Hogwarts. Theodore sat beside you, his arms crossed and a faint frown creasing his face.

Lorenzo paced in front of you like a disappointed parent, his hands gesticulating wildly as he launched into yet another scolding. “Sunshine, I told you! I told you this would happen! Dancing in the rain like you’re in some romantic tragedy. And now look—sniffling, sneezing, and coughing up a lung.”

You peeked out from under the blankets, your voice raspy but defiant. “Lorenzo, darling, I had fun. Isn’t that what life is about? Living?” You coughed dramatically for effect, clutching your chest like a martyr. “Though, if this is my end, please promise to put ‘Lived life to the fullest’ on my tombstone.”

Theodore rolled his eyes but leaned forward to adjust the blankets around your shoulders. “You’re not dying, cara. Just stop talking for a second and drink this.” He held out a steaming cup of tea.

You took it, sniffing the air suspiciously. “This doesn’t smell like my usual tea.”

“It’s a potion,” Theodore explained patiently. “It’ll help with your cold.”

You wrinkled your nose. “You poisoned it, didn’t you?”

Lorenzo groaned, throwing his hands up. “Merlin’s beard, Sunshine, you’re impossible! Theodore’s been sitting here for hours taking care of you, and you’re accusing him of murder?”

You sniffled dramatically, giving Lorenzo a pitiful look. “I’m very fragile right now, Lorenzo. Please lower your voice.”

Lorenzo pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Already lost it, Enzo,” you muttered, sipping the potion. You gagged. “This is definitely poison.”

Theodore smirked faintly, settling back in his chair. “If it were poison, you wouldn’t be talking right now, would you?”

You glared at him but were too tired to come up with a retort. Instead, you flopped back against the pillows with an exaggerated sigh.

“I’ll say this again,” Lorenzo started, resuming his pacing. “You need to stop acting like a reckless five-year-old. Who in their right mind dances in the rain without a coat?”

“Me,” you replied sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him. “Aren’t I charming?”

“Annoying,” Lorenzo corrected.

You gave a mock gasp, clutching your chest. “How could you? After all the joy I bring into your life?”

Theodore shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched you and Lorenzo bicker.

Finally, you turned to Theodore with a mock whine. “Theo, make Lorenzo go away. He’s upsetting my delicate constitution.”

Theodore looked at Lorenzo, deadpan. “You heard her. Out.”

“Seriously?” Lorenzo protested, pointing at you. “She’s the one who danced in the rain like a lunatic!”

“Out, Lorenzo,” Theodore repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Lorenzo sighed dramatically, grabbing his coat. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when she starts pestering you with her nonsense.” He turned to you on his way out, smirking. “Get well soon, Sunshine. Hogwarts wouldn’t be the same without your dramatics.”

You waved weakly, a smirk on your lips. “Don’t miss me too much, Enzo.”

When the door shut behind him, the room fell quiet. Theodore leaned back in his chair, glancing at you.

“Happy now?”

You grinned up at him. “Ecstatic. Now, nurse Theo, can you pass me another blanket? I think I’m chilling.”

Theodore sighed but grabbed another blanket, draping it over you. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, here you are,” you teased, your voice softer now.

Theodore didn’t respond, but the faintest blush crept onto his cheeks as he sat back down, resigned to your antics but secretly charmed by every bit of them.

You curled up under your fortress of blankets, peeking out at Theodore with a dramatic pout. “Theo, can you pass me the biscuits? The ones on the table?”

He didn’t look up from the book he was reading, sitting stiffly in the armchair beside you. “You’ve had three already. You’re supposed to be sick, not snacking like you’re at a feast.”

“But, Theo,” you whined, drawing out his name in that singsong tone you knew annoyed him. “Biscuits are medicinal! Haven’t you heard of biscuit therapy?”

Theodore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, but he got up anyway, retrieving the biscuits from the table. “You’re a menace,” he muttered, handing the tin to you.

You beamed up at him, cheeks rosy from both the fever and your grin. “Thanks, nurse Theo! You’re my hero.”

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbled, sitting back down and resuming his reading.

You nibbled on a biscuit, watching him from beneath the blanket. “You’re so grumpy, you know that? It’s almost charming. Almost.”

“I’m grumpy because I’m stuck here with you while you demand biscuits and whine about your ‘delicate constitution,’” he replied, turning a page but glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You placed a hand on your chest, feigning offense. “How dare you? I’m a delight. A ray of sunshine in your dreary, brooding life.”

“Sunshine? More like a hurricane,” he muttered, though there was the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

You leaned forward, resting your chin on the edge of the blanket. “Admit it, Theo. You like my company. You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

He gave you a flat look but didn’t argue, which you took as a victory.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed, a teasing grin spreading across your face. “Deep down, you love my chaotic energy. It balances out your whole ‘silent and moody’ vibe.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he said dryly, but you caught the way his gaze softened when he looked at you.

You stretched out your hand toward him, waving your fingers. “Hold my hand.”

“What?” He stared at you like you’d just asked him to wear a tutu.

“You’re supposed to be taking care of me,” you said, your voice thick with mock solemnity. “Emotional support is part of that. Now, hold my hand, Theodore.”

He hesitated for a moment but eventually sighed, setting his book down and reaching over to take your hand. His larger hand engulfed yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at how warm it was.

“See?” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “Doesn’t this feel nice? It’s like a bonding exercise. You’re lucky to have me as your emotional support sunshine.”

“I’m starting to regret my life choices,” he muttered, but his grip on your hand stayed firm.

You yawned, snuggling deeper into the blankets. “I think I’m gonna nap now. Keep holding my hand, okay? It’s good for my recovery.”

He didn’t respond, but when you peeked up at him through heavy eyelids, you caught him staring at you with an expression so gentle it made your heart flutter.

“You’re impossible,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“And yet,” you murmured, eyes closing as you drifted off, “you’re still here.”

Theodore stayed right where he was, holding your hand long after you’d fallen asleep, wondering how someone so infuriating could feel so utterly irreplaceable.

You blinked awake, the soft light of late afternoon streaming through the curtains. Your eyes adjusted, and you realized your hand was still cradled in Theodore’s much larger one, his head tilted back against the chair, soft breaths escaping his parted lips.

You stared at him, taking in the sharp line of his jaw, the long lashes that rested against his pale cheeks, and the faint crease between his brows even in sleep. He looked... peaceful. Almost unfairly so.

Why does he have to look like he’s straight out of a portrait even when he’s unconscious? you thought, your own cheeks heating up.

A loud cough interrupted your internal monologue, and you whipped your head around to find Sarah and your three other roommates standing by the door, wide-eyed and grinning like Cheshire cats.

“Care to explain what this is?” Sarah asked, gesturing between you and Theodore, her voice dripping with teasing amusement.

Your face flushed as you yanked your hand away from Theodore’s, causing him to stir slightly but not wake. “This? Oh, this is nothing! Absolutely nothing! He was just... uh... checking my pulse! For medical reasons!”

One of your roommates snorted. “Sure, that’s why he’s been sitting here for hours holding your hand like you’re his dying love in a tragic romance.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” you huffed, crossing your arms defensively. “Theo? In love with me? Please. He calls me cara!”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “...And?”

“And that means stupid!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. “He’s always muttering things under his breath in Italian, probably cursing my very existence! And don’t even get me started on how grumpy he is—he’s always sighing, rolling his eyes, and acting like he’d rather be anywhere else!”

Sarah tilted her head, a strange expression on her face. “Wait, wait, back up. Cara?”

“Yes, cara!” you said, exasperated. “You speak Italian, don’t you? You know it means stupid!”

Before Sarah could reply, Theodore stirred, groggily opening his eyes and blinking at the scene before him. His gaze shifted between you and your roommates, his brows furrowing. “What’s going on?”

The room fell silent for a beat, everyone suddenly hyper-aware of his presence.

“Oh, nothing!” Sarah chirped, her voice unnaturally high-pitched. “We were just... uh... admiring your dedication as a nurse!”

Theodore gave her a blank look before turning his attention to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Like death warmed over,” you muttered, tugging the blanket up to your chin.

Before Theodore could respond, the door burst open, and Lorenzo strolled in, balancing a tray laden with soup, tea, and an assortment of snacks. “Sunshine! How’s my favorite patient?”

You perked up. “You brought food!”

“Of course I did. I’m practically a saint,” Lorenzo said, setting the tray down on the table. His attention shifted to your roommates, and his lips curved into a charming smirk. “Well, hello, ladies. Are you all here to bask in Sunshine’s glow? Or is it my devastating good looks keeping you around?”

You grabbed a pillow and launched it at him, hitting him square in the chest. “Cut it out, Enzo. They’re immune to your nonsense.”

Lorenzo caught the pillow and grinned. “I don’t know, Sunshine. I think I saw a blush or two.”

“More like secondhand embarrassment,” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

As Lorenzo began chatting up your roommates, Theodore leaned closer to you, his voice low. “You’re going to owe me for this,” he murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“For what?” you whispered back.

“For not leaving you alone with Enzo's company,” he replied, his tone teasing but his eyes warm.

You huffed, but your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “Fine. Add it to my tab.”

Meanwhile, Lorenzo, mid-flirt with Sarah, caught sight of your grin and called out, “Don’t smile too hard, Sunshine! You’ll melt poor Theo’s cold heart.”

Theodore shot him a look. “Out.”

Lorenzo sighed dramatically, grabbing a biscuit from the tray. “Fine, fine. But only because Sunshine looks like she’s about to murder me.” He winked at you as he sauntered out.

Your roommates followed shortly after, leaving you and Theodore in a much quieter room. You looked at him sheepishly. “Thanks for... you know. Putting up with all of that.”

He shrugged, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. “I don’t mind.”

And for once, his voice wasn’t teasing—it was soft, almost affectionate. You felt your cheeks heat up again as you buried yourself deeper in the blankets, pretending not to notice.

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luvsupa · 8 months ago

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tags: cowboy!geto x fem!reader, private relationship (bc father doesn’t approve), fluff(ish), angst, sad ending, reader is daughter of a land owner!! + heavily inspired by this art 🙂‍↕️

a/n:UMM THANK U GUYS SM FOR 1.3K FOLLOWERS WHAATTTTT, MWAAAA

the sun blazes down, crickets singing their lazy tune, but your world feels like it’s crashing. your fingers nervously graze the folded newspaper on the wooden bench as you hear his voice, low and smooth as always.

“hiya, pretty.”

your heart leaps at the sight of suguru geto, standing there like the dream he is. his long, silky black hair spills out from beneath a dusty black cowboy hat, cascading over his broad shoulders. dirt covers his forearms, muscles straining under the red plaid shirt barely hanging on by the threads. his black leather jeans hug him in all the right ways, tucked into his tall, scuffed cowboy heel boots, the kind that make your breath hitch every time he walks.

you smile, trying to keep things light despite the pounding in your chest. you fold the newspaper and place it beside you on the bench. "mmm, shouldn’t you be workin’, handsome?" you tease, squinting against the bright sun as it beats down relentlessly.

he cocks his head, the wooden toothpick between his lips shifting slightly as he grins. “not today, doll.” but there’s something heavy in his voice that makes your heart skip. he pulls a letter from his back pocket, holding it out. “give this to y’er father, will ya?”

you hesitate, fingers brushing the envelope. it’s addressed in your father’s neat handwriting. “what for? another horse bet?” you laugh softly, but there’s an anxious edge to it. his chuckle, usually warm, feels distant.

“nahhh… ‘m leavin’.”

the words stop you cold. the sun, the crickets, everything fades as you rise from the bench, the hem of your sundress skimming the dusty ground. you can barely breathe.

“n-no, sugu, you can’t leave,” you whisper, voice trembling as tears prick at the edges of your vision. you reach for him, desperate, but he steps back, looking around as if the other farmers might be watching.

“we can’t keep this up, baby. y’know this.” he says softly, eyes full of regret, though he won’t meet your gaze. your grip tightens around the letter, crumpling it in frustration.

“why? do you not love me anymore? is there another woman?” the questions spill out, frantic, as tears spill down your cheeks. his cowboy hat casts a shadow over his face, but you can still see the sadness in his eyes.

he steps closer, his large hands wiping the tears from your face. “he caught us again. found our letters ‘n nearly killed me this time.”

your heart sinks as the memory floods back—the first time he’d caught you and suguru, the stolen kiss that caused a war between families. it took weeks of tense meetings, your father and geto’s sitting across from each other, finally agreeing that suguru could stay on as a worker, so long as he kept his distance, stayed in line. but your father never trusted him again.

you glance at the other farmers working in the distance, their eyes darting towards your loud sobbing, but you don’t care.

“we can talk to him,” you say, your voice shaky as you grab his hand, trying to pull him toward the barn. “we’ll make him understand.”

but he doesn’t move. he’s planted there, a sorrowful look in his deep violet eyes. his long hair, so soft you used to run your fingers through it, sways slightly in the breeze as he finally speaks.

“he gave me a choice, sweetheart. stay and marry your cousin—or leave.”

you freeze, the weight of his words hitting like a blow to the chest. your heart feels like it’s breaking all over again. you let go of his hand, stepping back in disbelief. his hands cup your face, pulling you back into the moment, his touch gentle despite the sadness between you.

“i could never do that to you, my sweet girl. i love you too much.” his voice softens as he presses a kiss to your tear stained cheek. you cling to him, not ready to let go, but he’s already slipping away.

before you can speak, he pulls off one of his silver rings, pressing it into your palm, firmly closing your fingers around it,

“wait for me, darlin’. i promise you, i’ll come back and marry you.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen angst #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto fluff #geto angst #geto suguru angst #geto suguru fluff #jjk fluff #jjk angst #jjk #divider from @enchanthings

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cherry444kisses · 9 months ago

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✮ rory . she/they . masterlist

✮ reqs are closed (due to busy schedule)!

✮ i write for a lot of fandoms but mainly f1!

✮ i also do little drabbles from time to time bc my head is a bit scrambled :)

⸝⸝ rory speaks!

⋆ please be kind, i like feedback but just don't be cruel!

⋆ i don't write anywhere else, so please don't plagarise my work :﹚

⋆ i have insane waves of writer's block so please be patient :D

love, rory <3

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adastea · 10 months ago

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𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑒,

dilf luvr & boob connoisseur, salai.ᐟ s/her. twenty. speaks: spanish (native), english, and currently learning japanese. ex-korean learner.

side blog (personal) for @salaimoi ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა mostly created as an excuse to change themes more often

expect a lot of yapping, reblogs, as well as drabbles for fandoms outside of jjk such as, but not limited to, genshin impact, hsr, wuwa.

𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓎𝓂𝑒 ୭ ˚.

#divider by enchanthings #second divider by cafekitsune #third divider by @𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 #all pictures and artwork from pinterest

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navybrat817 · 2 months ago

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Chokehold

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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

Word Count: Over 11k (yep!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which you decided to surprise him with today.

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

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

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

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

“Yep! With cream and sugar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Morning, Bucky.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And why’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, you did.”

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

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

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

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

You’d always be there if he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Connect with them naturally?” he guessed.

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

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

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

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

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

You just wished that connection was with you.

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

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

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

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

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

And maybe tomorrow it wouldn't hurt so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which was exactly what you were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me,” Bucky said.

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

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

“Nothing but HYDRA’s little bitch.”

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry!” he shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have a good day then, Sergeant.”

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

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

Easy enough, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You refused to get aroused just from looking at him.

Too. Fucking. Late.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Way to downplay yourself.

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

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

“I can take you,” you stated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You let your guard down,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His forehead touched yours. “Do you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?”

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

“Enough what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah? You want to call in?”

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

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

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

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

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

His brows pinched. “It’s just what?”

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

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

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

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

“You didn't ruin anything.”

“Are you sure?” you asked softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?”

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

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

“Word,” he deadpanned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Sergeant.”

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

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

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