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Dinah’s Diner

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Latinx/Hispanic Gender-neutral reader

A/N: Long time no see. Life’s a right old bitch isn’t she. With everything going on in the world, I felt like I needed to release all of the pent up feelings, hence why this series(?) was born. Just word vomit on a document. So thank you omicron, travel restrictions, and a longing for home. I’ve been quite homesick and missing my family in Spain and elsewhere, so I thought why not a Hispanic character. It’s set in the first holiday season post-blip. Anyway, enough word vomit. 

“Feliz Navidad! Feliz Navidad! Feliz Navidad, prospero años y felicidad”

The croony, warbly voice of José Feliciano rang out in the dump that was Dinah’s Diner. Worn out blue vinyl chairs, sticky tables, and what you’re pretty sure was a roach, crawls around on the floor. Overall, a 10/10 do not recommend on yelp. If things were normal, it’d warrant a visit from the health department. But that’s the old thinking. Before the desalination and despair. Nowadays, the world’s lucky to have one diner open, even if it serves the sludge that “Dinah” calls food.

“A tomar por culo, Feliciano,” (Fuck you, Feliciano) you mutter, loud enough for the whole diner to hear. You’ve been sitting in the abhorrent booth since your day of job searching was over. Nursing on some cheap gin, one that your brother gave you for your birthday. It was probably stolen, but what wasn’t at this point. And, the morality of a bottle of gin was the last thing anyone was thinking about at a “party” where half of your family was missing. Abuela, papi, and even your annoying Tia Gloria, the naggy one of the bunch. Lord knows what you’d give to hear one of her “Y el novio pa’ cuando?” (When are you going to bring home a boyfriend) The painful reminiscing of the good times were rudely put to a halt, as a loud, rough, and won right angry voice calls to you.

“Y a ti que importa? Mejor que te calles!” (What’s it to you? Why don’t you shut up) Mr. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, and blue baseball cap rattles off without even a glance your way. He’s sitting two booths ahead of you, the nape of his neck isn’t covered by his clothes or hair, and a pasty white splotch of skin stares back at you. Like you’ll put up with a man yelling at you. The least he can do is look you in the eyes while he insults you. Like a man.

Maybe it’s part grief, or part alcohol, you grab your backpack and the bottle you’ve been nursing, igniting your insides in more ways than one, you storm over, to give this güero, a piece of your mind. Ready to tear this imbecíl a new one, the disguise this man was wearing starts to unwrap itself. Underneath the leather and brave facade, was Steve Rogers, the Captain America. The face of American propaganda back home, the ones all your primos would kill to meet. Instead of the face of stone, pure masculine energy, ready to hurt anyone that stood in the way of the good ole red, white, and blue, stood a man just like yourself. Like everyone that was left. Grief and remorse were painted on his face. Wrinkles and bags of countless sleepless nights chipped at his youthfulness. For the first time, in your memory of Captain Rogers, his age was finally showing. The modern day Atlas, showing the true consequence of carrying the weight of the world.

“Mira, no voy a pedir perdón. No lo voy a hacer. Pero toma,¨ (Look, I'm going to say sorry. I'm not. Here, take this). You hand him the bottle of gin as you take a sip.

“Gracias, pero no me hace efecto. Y no tengo ganas de hablar contigo, lo siento.” (Thanks, but no it doesn’t work on me. And I don’t want to talk). You can’t help but chuckle. Drunkenness isn’t the only effect of alcohol he needed.

“Si, aprendí todo sobre ti, Capitan Rogers. Pero tomalo. Que te va a dar un calor, un gusto que no veas. Te vas a sentir algo. Que sé que no sientes. No sientes nada.” (Yeah, I learned all about it, Captain Rogers. But take it. It’ll warm you up. It’ll make you feel something. You don’t feel anything). The bluntness of your comment made Captain Rogers chuckle. A bitter hollow chuckle with no life behind it.

“Gracias…” He says, and a silent unspoken awkwardness settles down in your little booth.

“Bueno…” Rogers starts, after downing a shot of gin. For someone who couldn’t get drunk, his cheeks sure turned bright red. “Imagino que estás aqui para gritarme. Para echarme la culpa. Ahorras el esfuerzo, ya escuché casi todo. Que es mi culpa, etc. etc.” (I guess you’re here to yell at me. Blame me. Save your energy, kid. I heard just about everything.).

Now, it was your turn to reciprocate the hollow chuckle. You grab the bottle back and take a big long swig. Plunking it with a loud thunk, you stare at him in those ocean blue eyes of his.

“Quería hacerlo. Hasta que ví tu cara. Mereces descanso, y paz también.” (I wanted to, until I saw your face. Even you deserve peace and rest)

“¿Dónde estaban, cuando sucedió?” (Where were they, when it happened)

“La mitad en Venezuela, y el resto en España. Solo tenía a mi hermano.” (Half were in Venezuela, the rest in Spain. I only had my brother)

Silence. How was he supposed to respond to that? How were any of us supposed to respond to that? Everyone lost someone. The world was in a perpetual state of grief.

“Quieres…” (Dp you want…) Steve starts hesitantly,  almost like he’s on a thin sheet of ice, “hablar? Tener un poquito de compañía. Entendería si no quieres hablar conmigo especialmente después de lo que hice.” (to talk? Have a bit of company. I’d get it if you didn’t, especially everything that I did.)

You still had hate in your heart for this man, and his team for that matter. The one time the world, the universe needed the Avengers, they failed. They failed the one job we all relied on them to do. Protect us. You wanted to curse him out, throw water in his face, and storm off. But something in those eyes. Those lonely and tired eyes called out to you. So despite what you had always wanted to do, for this very occasion, you grab his hand, take another shot of gin, and smile a little smile. One that for the first time in 9 months, felt almost real. Almost back to normal, whatever that is now.

“Me encantaría.” (I would love to.)

#steve rogers #latinx reader #latina reader #hispanic #steve rogers x reader #latino reader #marvel #drabble

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BECCA! When I say i screamed, i screamed! This was so good! And I love it! Best birthday suprise!

Drabble: Birthday Fun

Today is my friend @godofplumsandthunder birthday and, like my other friends bdays in October, I am combining a birthday gift for her with my HBC Kinky Halloween stuff. Today’s prompts are bat and handcuffs. She chose the trumpet man aka Nick Vaughan, so this is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​

And I made a moodboard!

Title: Birthday Fun

Pairing: Nick Vaughan x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive, language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

For your birthday, your boyfriend, Nick Vaughan, had surprised you with an evening in Time Square and a hotel room that was closer to the heart of the city than the apartment you shared.

Dinner had been amazing and now the two of you had returned to the hotel to find a package had been delivered to the hotel while you were out.

“Who’s it from?” Nick asked as the two of you rode the elevator to your floor.

You looked and smiled when you saw your best friend’s sloppy hand writing. You showed Nick and he groaned.

“What?” you asked with a laugh.

“Don’t you remember what she got you for Christmas?” he asked.

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Nut jokes!! I love it! Thank you for this Jo! I'm "nuts" about you too Amiga!!

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*gently tackles you in hugs*

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! ☀️💛✨

Awww Ale! Thank you so much darling 🥺

Of course you get one back 🤍

@aletheladyinred @jobean12-blog @nomadicpixel @theycallmebecca @jewels2876 @godofplumsandthunder @eurynome827 @goaskbarnes @lavenderlover9 @nano--raptor @marvelgirl7 and everyone who sees this deserves a hug 🤍

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I suck at answering asks 😅 but...

Gracias, here's my love back to you

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Some one mentioned chubby nomad Thor? I'll second the nonnie by being a bad influence 😂

In the words of the emperor himself

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Some one mentioned chubby nomad Thor? I'll second the nonnie by being a bad influence 😂

In the words of the emperor himself

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Jo, while I'm a day late 😂, you always know when I need these things. Besos 🫂😘

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Jo! Why must you attack me with not only a compliment, but with a science pun compliment?

Thank you friend 🫂. You too are a perfect arrangement of atoms.

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Gràcies amiga!

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Cancer, can you just fucking move on already? I don't have time for you no more.

#cancer #personal #anxiety attack #fuck anxiety

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We must protect this bean at all costs

#eurovision

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Upcoming May Events

We at @the-ss-horniest-book-club @the-ce-horniest-book-club @the-th-horniest-book-club and @the-marvel-horniest-book-club are getting back into the swing of things with some upcoming events we think you’ll love! More information to follow as we get closer

5/21/21 – Bridgerton Day! Open for all 4 blogs!

5/28 through 5/31 – Long Distance Love weekend – do those college relationships last or not? College AU not required but it’s a good long weekend to meet someone or to decide to keep them or admit those pesky hidden desires – Open for all 4 blogs!

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Okay but i just know that was done on purpose 😂. I swear someone gave in their two week notice and just said fuck it, you're getting an animal orgy

I was in Sportsman's Warehouse, happened to look up and saw this:

Of course my mind thought the obvious. I mean, that wolf is looking kind of happy. My hubby on the other hand no longer wants to walk with me in public.

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Good God Jo, you're trying to kill me or what?! You're writing, like always is amazing. But the cherry on top were the gifs! Ugh... They just add to the fic so well!

The Perfect View

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 834

Summary: Bucky is away on the mission with Sam and Zemo. You miss him terribly. 

Author’s Note: This was the result of a fun little chat with my lovely friend @harlekin6 Thanks so much for the inspo my love! Hope you guys enjoy this! Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always!❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: light teasing and dirty talk, cursing, mutual masturbation (18 + only please)

Thank you so much to @1038276637 for the first gif, @snyderzack for the second and @jamesbrns for third :) :) :) 

“Hey Baby doll,” Bucky answers, “I miss you.”

“I miss you more Buck. Do you have time to talk? Can we video chat?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Sure, baby girl, are you ok?” he asks, sounding concerned.

“I’m fine, just need to see you,” you tell him.

“I’ll call you back in five,” he promises.

Bucky gives both Sam and Zemo a pointed look before getting off the couch and saying, “I need some privacy.” He doesn’t explain further and walks into the bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.

Bright sunshine filters through the tall stained-glass windows, giving the room a colorful glow that dances off the dark walls. The lavish bed is covered with a deep burgundy blanket and soft pillows, the plush material shifting as Bucky drops himself onto the mattress.

He calls you back, your face popping up on the screen almost instantly.

“Hey beautiful,” he says quietly, his smile soft.

You adjust the phone on the bed so that he can see more of you and smile back.

“Hey handsome, how’s it going?” you ask.

“What are you wearing?” he replies, ignoring your question.

You can’t help but bite your bottom lip, acting coy with a shrug of your shoulder.

“Nothing much,” you answer, moving so he gets an even better view.

“I see that,” he says dangerously, adjusting himself in his pants. “What are you up to baby doll?”

His tone is husky and laced with want, making his absence even more evident.

“I miss you Bucky,” you tell him again, batting your lashes with a small pout. “I want to play.”

You see the flash of desire in his eyes, their blue color suddenly much darker even in the brightness of the room. You slowly pull down one strap of your bra while the other falls off on its own. Reaching behind your back you undo the clasp and let the soft lace fall from your body.

Bucky’s face is flushed and his breathing is heavy as he watches you. You move to your knees and slide your matching underwear down your thighs before sitting back and kicking them off. You raise your brow expectantly and give him a sly smile.

He quickly gets the hint and sits up, pulling off his tight black shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. His dog tags rest against his chest and his large hand palms his cock through his boxers.

“Fuck doll. Show me how much you miss me,” he demands.

Your chest heaves, your pebbled breasts aching as you slide two delicate fingers down your body. They stop atop your bundle of nerves, circling slowly before moving lower.

Bucky’s tongue darts out, wetting his lips and he moans as if he can taste the sweetness he sees gleaming between your legs.

You keep your movements torturously slow as you slide a finger through your folds then curve your wrist and dip two inside.

Bucky groans, his hips thrusting into his hand before he pulls down his boxers. You watch him take his hard cock in his fist and pump along its length. A bead of pre cum glistens at the tip and you push your fingers into yourself harder.

“This,” you breathe, your fingers pumping steadily in and out, “is what I do every night when I miss you.”

“Do it harder,” he growls.

You tremble at the sound as if his words were a physical touch and obey. You moan in unison, Bucky’s hand now moving faster and harder over his cock. Sweat collects along his chest, his metal arm gripping the sheet so tightly it threatens to tear it.

Pulling your fingers out you slide them back up and circle your clit, pressing down enough to make moan loudly.

“I’m imagining your fingers fucking me while you suck me with your tongue,” you pant. “Nothing feels as good as you Bucky.”

He can barely breathe, can’t do more then grip himself tight and stare at your pleasure-hazed face.

“Do you want to watch me cum?” you ask.

“Please, baby girl,” he nearly begs, rubbing his thumb over the tip of his cock before pumping himself harder.

You spread your legs wide and continue rubbing your clit, your body writhing on the bed as you chase your release. You do your best to keep your eyes locked on his, chanting his name like a prayer as the coil in your stomach snaps.

Bucky stares, eyes glazed with lust as you ride out your orgasm, his name on your lips his undoing. You focus long enough to watch him arch off the bed and coat his flexing stomach with warm cum. He lets out a string of muffled curses before his body settles on the bed and he leans in closer, his eyes roving over the image of you.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on you,” he purrs.

You hold his stare and curve your lips upward.

“I’m counting down the days Bucky.”

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Upcoming May Events

We at @the-ss-horniest-book-club @the-ce-horniest-book-club @the-th-horniest-book-club and @the-marvel-horniest-book-club are getting back into the swing of things with some upcoming events we think you’ll love! More information to follow as we get closer

5/21/21 – Bridgerton Day! Open for all 4 blogs!

5/28 through 5/31 – Long Distance Love weekend – do those college relationships last or not? College AU not required but it’s a good long weekend to meet someone or to decide to keep them or admit those pesky hidden desires – Open for all 4 blogs!

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Fuck... Glowing eyes kink is strong. If we don't get that in love and thunder... We riot

THOR: RAGANAROK (2017) dir. Taika Waititi