Uhhh, So Can I Request Something About Wolverine Where Both He And Reader Have A Crush On Each Other

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backing you up against his truck after you accuse him of eyeing another girl at dinner. slipping his hand up your dress and never breaking eye contact because he wouldn’t want to miss the way your eyes widen and your mouth opens up to let out a small gasp.

working his fingers inside of you slowly making you lose yourself to him and shuddering as he curls them, allowing you to have your release.

“If i wanted someone else, I wouldn’t be here fucking you with my fingers.” He would whisper in your ear, leaving kisses down your neck and collar bones.

dark desire and tainted bliss

Bucky x Reader 

Summary: Hiring you as his assistant was the best and the worst thing Bucky had done. He knew he shouldn’t be doing the things he was doing. He knew he shouldn’t have offered you to just live in the tower because it’s easier. He knows that this obsession of his will only breed problems. But the heart wants what it wants. And what Bucky wants, he gets. 

Themes: stalker!bucky, dom!bucky, explicit language, smut, mild daddy kink (nicknames only)

“Show me her room.” 

He ordered the AI upon entering his own room. Nothing happened in this tower without Bucky knowing about it. Which meant that he had access to everything, every floor, every room. He didn’t have eyes in any of the bedrooms, except for one. Yours. 

He never did anything wrong, Bucky reasoned with himself, he just liked to know that you were on your floor, in your room safe and sound. Sometimes he liked to just sit back and watch you work as you replied to emails and calls from your bed. Sometimes he liked to just watch you read. Or watched as you video called your friends, or as you scrolled on your phone and shopped for useless things. 

It calmed him down, and he only watched for a few minutes at a time. Just a few minutes wasn’t a crime, right? 

Bucky walked over to his desk, placing a palm down on the table, he leaned over and stared at the screen of his computer which displayed the live feed from the hidden camera in your bedroom. Yeah, he knew he should’ve never placed that camera there. He knew it was wrong. But he just wanted to see you all the time. And yes you were almost always around him and the team during the day, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. 

So he watched. His eyes fixed on the screen as he watched you walk around your spacious room. How you disappeared into the bathroom and he knew you would only step out about half an hour later. So he walked away from his desk, hoping into the shower as well. 

It was Friday, so lazy night in for you. You never went out on Fridays, you preferred to stay in and read or watch movies. Bucky knew that. 

When he stepped out of the shower, he walked over to his desk again. And saw you disappearing into your walk-in closet. 

He let out a sigh. If only he could just be there with you. It would make things so much easier, wouldn’t it? You wouldn’t even have to pay him any extra attention, he just wanted to be in the same room as you. He just wanted– 

Bucky’s brain stopped functioning all together when you stepped out of the closet. His heart skipped a beat when he realised that you were wearing something really familiar. 

His hoodie. Which he hasn’t seen in about a week or so. Bucky frowned, wondering how that could have happened… Maybe laundry got mixed up? But then, why would you still keep it? You must know it was his, you’d seen him working out or going out for runs in it multiple times, right? So why would you still wear it…? 

You looked perfect in it too. Hood on and everything. So perfect all he wanted to do was gather you in his arms and savour your warmth. And it was all nice and sweet, Bucky felt all warm inside as he watched you walk around your room, in his hoodie, watering your little plants and tidying up as you went. He should step away now. He thought. He should stop watching. He should. 

But he didn’t. He sat down eventually at his desk and watched. Like it was the most entertaining thing to watch you live your life. 

And oh was he in for a surprise… 

Around your regular bedtime, you slid into bed as usual. And fussed around with the pillows for a few minutes until it felt just right. Bucky smiled as he watched you create your little cosy nest before sliding in there. You left the soft night light on which he liked because… well, it would be hard to see you in pitch darkness. 

Anyway, he watched you toss and turn until you lay completely still for a moment. Bucky frowned when he watched you reach for your phone again. You clicked a couple of times and out of nowhere, Bucky could hear soft feminine moans coming from your phone. 

His jaw dropped. He’d been watching you for quite a while now and he’d never seen you watch porn. He always just assumed you got your fix from those smutty books you liked. So this was… new. And it tormented him. Because if he was there with you, you wouldn’t need porn, would you? 

And he could hear the video loud and clear too. He could make out some words amidst all the moaning and skin slapping. Daddy… bunny… good girl… 

Still, he watched. He watched as your hands slid in between your legs. You were under the covers so he couldn’t see much except for the look on your face and the soft movement of your hand under the covers. Fuck… his own hand drifted downward until he had his fingers wrapped around his cock. Stroking it gently. Soft strokes, matching the pace of your wrist. 

Bucky watched as your face contorted in pleasure, as your lips parted when you began breathing deeper, how your hips moved along with your wrist, and fuck… he was dying. This was pure torture. His brain stopped working because all he could register was you touching yourself in your cosy, comfortable bed, while wearing his hoodie– 

Bucky stopped and stood up. His hoodie, huh? The devious plan formed in his head before his rational part could stop it. It was his hoodie, he should probably go get it back, right? 

He was at your door, knocking on it before he could talk himself out of it. What? He was here for his favourite hoodie. He had every right to get it back. 

And he had to hide his smirk when you opened the door, looking all disheveled. Panting and eyes wild as you stood there at your bedroom door, wearing nothing but his hoodie. Bucky discretely checked out your legs, but maintained his composure. He didn’t let it show how much he wanted those wrapped around his neck– 

“Sergeant Barnes,” Your breathless voice was driving him insane. “What, uh, what can I do for you?” 

You never stumbled upon your words. So this was new to him too. He made you nervous and he liked it. 

“Hey,” He said, sounding just like he always did. For now, he was able to keep the hungry animal in him caged. Not for long though, not when you looked at him like that. “I think our laundry got mixed up. I was,” He made a show of letting his eyes look down at the hoodie you were wearing, “looking for that actually.” He pointed at the hoodie. 

He held back another smirk as he watched you search for an excuse. 

“Oh? Oh I didn’t realise… um, you want it back right now? Or…?” You couldn’t even act dumb. You were a smart girl. Of course you realised what you were wearing wasn’t yours. “I could–,” 

Poor baby. Bucky couldn’t pretend any longer, so he cut you off by stepping into your room and shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the closed door and gave you a look that had you stammering again. 

“Oh come on,” He spoke softly, loving the surprised look on your face. It turned him on actually, seeing you so flustered. “We both know you’re smarter than this. And we both know what you were doing just now before I knocked on your door.” 

You gasped, frozen for a moment. “What?” 

Bucky quickly added, “Super soldier hearing, remember?” 

You tried to hide your face by lowering it, but Bucky grabbed you by the chin and tilted your face up before you could hide. 

“So? Touching yourself while wearing my hoodie?” He chuckled, the power he had in the moment getting to his head. “I think it’s kinda mean how you didn’t even offer to let me watch…” He paused before adding, lowering his voice even more, “Huh, little bunny?” 

The look on your face was priceless. It only made his smirk grow wider. 

“Bucky–,” 

He cut you off quickly, “No, no. It’s daddy.” 

–

Well, shit. 

How did you find yourself in this situation? Yes of course you’d known it was his hoodie. And yes it had accidentally made its way to your room. But it was so soft when you grabbed it earlier. It smelled clean, like laundry detergent and something so manly that you couldn’t resist. So you put it on. 

And having the fabric rub all over your naked body underneath, plus thoughts of the hoodie’s very handsome owner, didn’t help at all. It felt like you were in a dream, because Bucky was here. And shirtless. He was actually here and he’d heard you masturbating? 

“I’m sorry, I–,” 

“Shh,” He cut you off again. “I didn’t say you had to apologise.” He pulled you closer, your body pressing against his bare chest. “Did I, bunny?” 

You shook your head immediately. “No.” You whispered quietly. Something in the tone of his voice made you want to rub your face all over his chest and neck and purr like a kitten. What? 

“No, what?” He demanded. 

You hesitated, but still mumbled a quiet, “No, daddy.” 

“Good girl.” He said, smirking. “Now, let’s take care of you, yeah?” 

Next thing you knew, you were being pushed down on your bed. Right on top of the pile of pillows you liked to sleep with. He pinned you down by your throat while he stared down into your eyes. His metal fingers cold against your skin. 

His eyes wild and ocean blue. “Pull it up, don’t take it all the way off.” He ordered, referring to his hoodie. “Just pull it up. Let me see those pretty tits.” 

You did. Tucking the bunched up material under your chin as you let him see your bare chest. 

“So pretty.” He murmured, his warm fingers reaching out to tease a nipple. “Why’d you always keep them hidden from me, hmm?” He pinched a nipple, tugging on it. “I wanna see them often, you hear me, bunny? You’ll show daddy your pretty tits every day from now on, won’t you?” 

You could hear your heartbeats echoing in your ears. “Yes, daddy.” 

“That’s my good girl.” 

Bucky held your stare as he pulled away to lower his sweatpants. His hand was back around your throat as he parted your legs and pushed his cock into you without wasting a second, stretching you out. “Got yourself nice and wet right before I got here, huh bunny?” He taunted. “That’s why I’m able to just fucking slide in like you were made for it.” 

Your soft whimpers only fueled his desire to fuck you hard and fast, but he waited. 

“Does daddy’s cock feel better than your fingers, bunny?” He questioned, knowing damn well you weren’t in a headspace to answer him given his hand was around your throat and his cock buried so deep inside of you that he wondered if you could even think straight. 

“That wasn’t very nice of you, little bunny. Stealing my hoodie, and touching yourself while wearing it. And you wouldn’t even tell me about it, would you? You would’ve just showed up to work tomorrow and pretend nothing happened, huh?” He taunted through gritted teeth. Leaning over your squirming body he said, “From now on, I want you to tell me, okay? I want you to tell me each time you touch yourself. You hear me, bunny?” 

You nodded quickly. 

“Good.” He kissed your nose, “I’m gonna fuck you now, is that okay?” 

You whined in need, then nodded again. 

Bucky smirked as he dug his knees into the mattress before fucking into you hard and fast. 

There was nothing gentle about him. He tightened his grip around your throat as he sped up into you, growling right in your ear, “You feel so fucking good, bunny.” He chuckled, “Look at you, all nice and open for me. You didn’t even put up a fight. You don’t even care your boss is fucking you, do you? Hmm? All you care about is getting fucked by daddy’s cock, huh?” 

You were a moaning mess under him. “Yes… please.” It was all too overwhelmingly good, his voice, his weight on top of you, his cock thrusting in and out of you like that was its only purpose… 

You whimpered desperately as Bucky moaned right in your ear, the sound of his moan making your heart flutter. 

He sped up into you, mumbling, “You’re daddy’s little bunny, aren’t you? Say it. Tell me you’re mine.” He whispered in your ear, in a daze as he pounded into you. “Say it.” 

You cried out, “I’m all yours…” 

“Good bunny.” He released your throat and placed his hand on your abdomen, pressing down on your front so he can feel himself inside you with each thrust. He stared into your eyes while he sped up into you again. “You’re all mine. And this is where I’ll be every fucking night from now on, you hear me? I want you in bed, with your legs fucking spread just like this for me each time I walk in here.” 

You nodded, holding his stare. 

He shook his head, “No, no, no. Say it. Say ‘yes daddy, I understand’, come on bunny, say it.” 

“Yes daddy, I understand.” 

“Good fucking girl.” He moaned as he fucked deeper into you.

Your body squirmed under him, your back arching off the bed, you were burning with need and your body craved him even more. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, swallowing all your moans as he came inside of you. You felt his warm load shooting at your walls as he shoved his tongue past your lips. You cried out as that triggered your orgasm, and your walls clenched violently around him until you came undone as well. 

Your brain was a foggy mess at this point. 

“Not done with you,” He mumbled. 

He flipped you around and pulled you onto your hands and knees and pushed into you again from behind. The pile of pillows keeping you in place for him. You moaned out loud, unable to hold back as you surrendered to him completely. 

“Fuck, bunny,” He growled. “You’re so warm… such a pretty girl. I need some more, okay?” 

Bucky gripped your hips and slid inside you again. 

“Fuck…” He hissed, pounding in and out of you incessantly. You whimpered as both his hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him harshly each time, speeding up until you were a moaning mess again, barely having recovered from the previous round. “All of you is fucking perfect, huh?” 

Your voice was strained and hoarse as you moaned and whimpered under him, coming undone again in no time. 

Bucky chuckled in a cocky way as he came inside you again. “You come so fast, bunny.” He commented, “What is it? Daddy’s cock too much for you? Hmm? Are you so sensitive?” He pulled his cock out of you and just stared. His cum leaking out of you while you closed your eyes and panted under him, catching your breath. 

And you, still in his hoodie. Oh, he loved what he was seeing. 

He slipped his fingers back into you and loved the sound you made as he fingered his cum into you again, making you arch your back and whine in pleasure, “Please…” you whined, “Please, daddy… it’s so–,” 

“What?” He barked, shoving his fingers deeper. “You don’t tell me how to play with you, bunny. You hear me? I’ll make you come again if I want to.” 

You whimpered, “I can’t… please.” 

Bucky scoffed. “Fine.” He pulled his fingers away and pulled you up, leaning in to kiss the side of your face, he said, “This stays between us, okay?” 

You nodded. “Okay.” Obviously, you weren’t gonna tell anyone. 

“Now, time for bed. And keep the hoodie.” He kissed your cheek again. “You earned it, bunny.” 

boyliking is a full time job, and brother, I’m doing overtime

the feminine urge to restrain you and overstimulate you

spencer reid who sits and watches you do your makeup (he’s pretending to read a book) (spoiler: he’s not)

Jschlatt P🌽⭐️ Links Pt2 🥰💦

REAL PORN 18+‼️⚠️HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!💘

1✨- denying schlatt an orgasm. he loves to get you overstimulated to the point where you can’t see straight or think properly and when you can’t hold it anymore, he makes you wait….but tonight you getting your own pay back. watching him squirm and whine under you while begging to let him cum gives you that rush of power that you know schlatt gets when he does this to you…it’s so addicting maybe you should dominate more often….

2❤️- schlatt loves girls in skirts or dresses. he loves the way you look when you are wearing a pretty little skirt when he takes you out. he can’t help but show you off a little and maybe just maybe when your not looking sneak a glimpse of what’s up your skirt. he can’t wait to take you home and lift up that skirt and fuck you senseless. to his surprise though, you knew this was gonna happen. so you didn’t wear any panties.

3💦- schlatt will cum anywhere. but his favorite place is your face. epically after he just got done face fucking you for acting like a brat and talking back. he has you pinned to the bed, abusing your throat when your tongue does that one thing that sends him over the edge. he quickly pulls out of your mouth groaning loudly as his warm cum spews from his cock and onto your face…getting it all over and messing up your makeup (if your wearing any) then after he cums he puts it back into your mouth starting up again.

4👅 & 5😋- schlatt is a MUNCH! he loves to eat pussy. epically if you had a bad day at work. you come home frustrated and slightly hurt from a stressful day at work and he asks you what he can do to make you feel better. you look at him with a smirk and telling eyes and he knows exactly what to do. next think you know, you’re arching your back and curling your toes moaning as schlatt’s eats you out. all the stress and frustration melts away as you give into the ecstasy you are feeling. your eyes are closed and you have a smile on your face. you give him sweet and encouraging praises to motivate him to keep going. but he’s not gonna stop until your absolutely satisfied…

6💪🏻- schlatt is so much bigger then you. he likes to remind you that he’s 6’3 and 250 pounds not just by telling you but by showing you too. when he’s feeling really dominant and powerful, he’ll push all his weight into you with every thrust making it feel like the wind is being knocked out of you. your moans are strained and your knuckles are white from gripping the bed sheets so tightly. his whole body envelops yours as a protective shield. he likes you like this. he likes making you feel small, like he has to protect you. he looks down at the moaning mess he has created and gives your forehead a kiss then smiles. he feels a sense of of possessiveness, protection and power

7😵‍💫- throat training. you haven’t deep throated before. been too scared it will hurt or fuck up your throat. schlatt was ok with taking it slow and letting you do what you can handle but he knows you can take it deeper and harder. so he’s been making you practice taking him deeper in your throat. he goes slow the first few days just taking it little by little. he knows he has a pretty big and thick cock, so he’s not gonna rush into anything out of the fear of making you uncomfortable and hurting you. but after a week you start getting better and more comfortable so he starts to step it up a notch. he starts to be a little more rough and faster. soon enough you get the hang of it and you can take his entire length down your throat. he’s so proud of you. he praises you as he watches your throat burgle with his cock.

8🥰- aftercare….aftercare is really important to you and schlatt. it doesn’t matter what type of sex you both just had he always needs a moment to cuddle with you and hold you close. as he holds you he strokes your hair out of your face. he kisses your forehead and peppers your face in kisses. he rubs you back gently in a comforting motion but can help but grab at your ass giving it a firm squeeze or a soft pat. he tells you how great you did and how much he loves you, loves being with you, holding you, protecting you etc. after just laying there for a few moments he finally gets up. sometimes he’ll go for a cigarette because he always has to have one after sex. or if you both just had some really intense messy sex he take you into the bathroom and you’ll both get a shower to clean up.



LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

you. cannot. be. a. gvf. stan. unless. you. support. and/or. stan. danny. fucking. wagner.

another hozier drawing.... i can't be stopped

tracked time: 8h 20m

Too Sweet - Jschlatt

Part 3

Masterlist

Reader is a math teacher who finds her computer science teacher coworker an asshole. Schlatt finds his algebra/geometry coworker very annoying. What happens when they are forced to be around each other and get along?

You see a text message alerting you that Ted is outside your apartment, waiting on you. You grab your purse and make your way to his Tacoma. When you open the passenger side door, Ted smiles at you. “You are full of school spirit,” he says, looking at your outfit.

You decided to wear a t- shirt with your school mascot and corduroy pants of your school color. You also have a pretty headband and earrings to match. “We are going to a game. I am showing my support. Also I wore this to school,” you tell him.

“Well I didn’t see you at school today.” Ted gives you a slight disappointing look.

“I had a lot to catch up on before the weekend started.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t the truth either.

“It had nothing to do with our recent lunch guest?” Ted asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope definitely not,” you say.

Ted just rolls his eyes at you. After a few minutes, you arrive at the baseball fields. You both make your way to the gate. “Hello Ms. (Y/L/N) and Mr Nivision. You don't have to pay since you’re both teachers,” Daisy, a past student of yours, tells you.

You both thank her and walk inside. You make your way to the stands taking a seat towards the back. You look out and see Schlatt throwing a ball to a few players in the outfield. You find it annoying how good he looks. His muscular arms flex with each throw. His thick thighs are even more noticeable in the baseball pants he has to wear.

“I’m going to get some popcorn. Do you want anything?” You ask Ted. You decide that you need a distraction and the concession stand sounds like the best option.

“Sure. Popcorn sounds good. Do you want me to go with you?” Ted asks. He hands you a few dollars.

“No, I'll be right back. Also keep your money, I got it.”

Ted smiles at you as he puts his money back. You make your way over to the concession stand. While you wait in line, you see Schlatt go behind the concession stand and grab an orange Gatorade. When it is your time to go up, Schlatt’s attention turns towards you. “Oh hey (Y/N), didn’t think you were actually going to show up. Is Ted here?” he asks you, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah we carpooled,” you tell him. You turn to the parent volunteering, “Can I get two popcorns?”

“That will be three dollars,” she tells you.

You pull the money from your purse and give it to the woman, but Schlatt stops you. “Just put it on my tab, Jennifer. She’s a friend of mine.” The word friend threw you off, but maybe he is just saying it for Ted. It is obvious that one of the popcorns is for him.

Jennifer gets up to grab the popcorn. “It’s three dollars. You didn’t have to do that. I can pay for myself,” you tell him.

“Exactly, It's only three dollars. I’m the coach. I can get whatever I want.” Of course he is going to make this a thing. Instead of arguing, you just let it slide. Schlatt leaves soon after since the game is about to start.

Jennifer returns with your popcorn bags. You thank her and go back to Ted. He takes a bite as soon as you hand him the bag.

You both watch the game, enjoying your popcorn. You are quite impressed with how well the boys are playing. You don’t really understand baseball, but it’s obvious they are doing well based on the score.

Schlatt seems to be happy with their performance as well. You notice his smile as he pats Sawyer on the back when he gets a run. You think his smile is quite nice and you wish you could see it more often. You want to slap yourself for those thoughts. You knew they would only cause you more trouble.

By the eighth inning, you and Ted are fully invested in the game. The score is currently tied with both teams having two runs each. Right now there are two outs and two strikes. There is also a player on third and one of first. As soon as the pitch is thrown, Joshua hits it towards the outfield. He runs towards first at the same time the right fielder throws the ball in. The ump calls it an out. Schlatt comes out of the dug out obviously fuming by the bad call.

“What the fuck was that? He was safe!” Schlatt yells at the umpire.

“Cool it coach or else you’re out of here. First got to him before he ran past,” the ump tells him.

Schlatt groans, storming back. You can’t hear what he is telling his players, but you know he’s pissed.

You and Ted give each other a look, not sure what to do or how to react. You both just watch the game.

The game ends soon after with the opposing team winning by one run. Even though you are ready to go home, Ted tells you that he told Schlatt he would wait on him. You really don’t feel like waiting on Schlatt especially since he is probably not in a good mood.

“Are you hungry? Schlatt mentioned a pizza place we could try,” Ted suggests.

“I could eat,” you tell him. “Do you know how long he will be?”

“I’m not sure, but it’s not like we have anything better to do than wait.”

You notice a few players leaving and they all look fed up. After about 30 minutes, Schlatt walks out of the locker room, fully changed. “You guys didn’t have to wait on me. You should have just gone home,” Schlatt tells you both.

“It’s no worries. I am treating you to pizza. You deserve it after tonight,” Ted tells him.

Schlatt gives him a small smile. “Thank you. I’m sorry this is the game you came to. We usually play better than that.”

“The boys did great. Just a few bad calls. I’m glad we came out,” you tell him. Even though the game didn’t go as well as Schlatt would have liked, you are glad you were able to watch.

The three of you make your way to the pizza place to enjoy a meal. The conversation is going quite well. “How long have you two been together?” Schlatt asks.

You choke on your drink while Ted starts laughing. “As much as I love (Y/N), we are just friends,” Ted explains.

Schlatt looks at you both, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I thought you were a couple. A few students had said something about it,” Schlatt admits.

“And you trusted them?” You ask with a slight laugh. “Theatre guys aren’t really my type.”

Ted sticks his tongue at you. “Well Math nerds aren’t my type.”

“Math nerds aren’t too bad. Especially when they dress up for every occasion,” Schlatt says, looking directly at you.

You feel yourself start to blush. Is he flirting with you? Why was he not being an ass? Was he waiting until he knew you were single? It all seemed strange, but you weren’t going to complain.

The rest of the night goes quite well. The three of you talk and laugh like you have been friends for years. You feel like things between you and Schlatt are starting to look up. You hope that it continues that way because as much as you hate to admit it, you enjoy Schlatt’s company as well as his stupidly good looking face.

A/N: things are finally happening (sort of)! I’m not sure how I feel about this story… maybe I can make it better and more exciting but I’m not sure. Anyways let me know what you think. I’ll be answering some of my reqs soon as well.