#(and they both wear cute little shirt at buck's and look great)

[sluttyhusband]

Chris and Henry being proud of their introverted boyfriend who is an actor and director who got an award for his first movie he directed and acted in. They take him home to show him how proud they are of him.

JEJRNWJEIE SO MUCH SHIT OH EM GEE

After you’ve won the award, they’re both showing you off the entire night, being all like “this is our bf m/n who just won an award cuz he’s great and amazing”

And the car ride home they’re both just saying how proud of you they are and giving you light soft kisses

It isn’t until you’re getting ready for bed that they do something

You wear the usual Chris’s shirt and Henry’s sweats

But they’re both in bed, absolutely naked, except for just a bowtie

And Henry’s using that voice that gets you hard as steel. Saying, “and the winner of the juiciest ass goes to… m/n l/n”

And Chris also uses his voice that gets you going to say, “m/n, please come up here to claim your award”

And you’re all just so blushy and everything. And as you get closer they stop you, and both say at the same time, “there’s a dress code sir”, and they make you strip in front of them and they hand you possibly the tiniest two piece set ever

It was a bra and thong, and it was all just strings to be honest, they helped you get into it. But focused more help on the thong. The bra was practically two tiny triangle of fabric being held together by some string, same for the thong

And Henry seats you in his lap, his cock already hard and in between your thighs, right up against your own hard cock. Chris, still with that voice asks, “m/n, how would you like thank the voting committee?”

And you notice that your foot is right within perfect distance of Chris’ cock. So being the fucker that you are, you immediately start giving Chris a footjob. And Chris let’s out a broken moan as he loses his balances sitting on his knees, so he decides to sit regularly

Chris speaks through his moans, “what else would you like to say to the committee?”, and you look down between your thighs, Henry’s hard cock is twitching and leaking pre. You look up at Henry, and Henry gives him a warning look, “don’t you even think about it”

And you immediately do it anyway, taking your index finger and rubbing it on Henry’s tip. This method always drives Henry absolutely wild and makes him a complete sub mess in your hands

Henry speaks through his moans, “baby please, please don’t do this to me, your daddies really want to show you how proud we are of you”, your continues his actions as Henry tries to buck his hips

The sounds of Chris’ and Henry’s whines and moans made you hard yourself, you wanted to continue this, but you also wanted to get fucked

So you stopped and let the two men regain their composure, Henry speaks up, “that was certainly a great acceptance act, but we can’t forget the most important part of an award, the reward”

And with that, Henry pushes you up onto your knees and stomach, Chris slides underneath you, cock placed perfectly in front of your lips

Henry on the other hand, admires the sight in front of him. He thinks it’s cute how the thong’s string doesn’t try at all to cover up your hole

He dives into your hole and you let out a moan, giving Chris the chance to slide his cock in your mouth

The three of you stay like this for a minute before Chris is cumming and Henry slides his cock in you. You haven’t swallowed yet and you and Chris share a kiss with his load going between your mouth and his

Henry feels himself cum and then him and Chris switch places. Henry’s cock sliding smoothly in and out of your mouth

It’s the same with Henry, he cums and you two share a kiss, but with a bit left over of Chris’ cum, Henry saying how good he tastes as he gives him a quick kiss

Chris cums and they both lie next to you. Henry asks, “What can make this night better?”, he says. You think for a while, and a little smirk appears on your face, “You and Chris fool around”, and they obviously don’t reject the idea

Chris moves over to where Henry is, they both initiate a heated make out session, both men moaning and their cocks hardening again. “Let’s give our baby a show”, says Chris

Chris kisses his way down Henry’s body and takes Henry’s cock in his mouth and Henry moans. Soon Henry’s flooding Chris’ mouth with his cum. Chris goes up and makes out with Henry once again, sharing his cum

They switch positions and now Henry’s kissing down Chris’ body as he takes Chris’ cock in his mouth. Chris moans and grabs you and kisses you. “Love making your daddies play with each other? Little slut, knew what you were doing when you started bringing him over huh?”

Chris continued kissing you, moaning into kiss as he felt himself cum in Henry’s mouth. Henry sat up, “Don’t forget about me”, Henry grabbed Chris’ chin and kisses the man, he did the same to you, soon the three of you were engaging in a three way kiss, moans filled the room as you also began to stroke each other, once again drawing cum from the two men and having you cum for the first time

Chris and Henry licked it up and shared a kiss. The two men cleaned you up and then each other. All of you were still in your “clothes”, as the two men pulled you into their arms, preparing to go to sleep

You were underneath the covers as both men were talking to you. “You look fucking fantastic in that thong babe”, Henry breathed against you ear, “You’re gonna have to forgive me if you wake up and I’m inside you”, you smile, “Happens most morning anyways”

Chris kissed you, “we’re gonna have to buy you more things like that”, Chris chuckled as grabbed and squeezed your ass. Chris then spoke up, “What’re your thoughts on double penetration babe?”

Lord these two would be the death of you

Tags: @gayaristocrat @bluelove24

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[ur-fav-local-slut]

Can I request for some headcanons for sub! Gorou x Fem!Dom reader, he's so stressed for the amount of work, so reader decides to help him and spoil him like he DESERVES to be spoiled, riding him and doing all the work, Gorou getting fucked dumb in the sofa in front of the chimney ❤️❤️🤌

Anon I love this, Gorou deserves so much and i hope i interpreted your request well!

Gorou unlocked the door and stepped into your shared home, tiredly hanging up his coat. He announced his presence and waited for a response that doesn't come. Confused he walked from the door to the living room but when he got there he felt hands wrap around his waist.

"Oh, There you are y/n-" he turns around to see you wearing nothing but a bra and panties, prompting you to lean in and catch his lips in a hungry kiss. Moving backwards, you both fall onto the couch. you break the kiss, breathless. you pull Gorou up and slightly shift yourself onto his lap so you can remove his shirt. he leans in and kisses your neck while you run your hands up and down his chest. Your hands land on his shoulders and massage the tense muscles there. He stops his movements to shoot you a questioning gaze.

"I just think you deserve to be spoiled a little ya know?" you punctate your declaration by pushing him back down to his place on the couch. he looks like he might object but all thoughts leave his head once you begin to grind yourself onto him. running your hands up and down his stomach sometimes pausing to give attention to his sensitive nipples. you began to toy with the top of his pants and Gorou got the hint, lifting his hips so you could discard the clothing. now you saw the little wet stain in his underwear that had formed from the small amount of stimulation you'd given him.

"Someone's excited." you stifle a giggle when his ears perk up and a blush dusts over his cheeks. He's so cute. you rub your hand over his member and his tail betrays the stoic expression he is trying to hold. you remove your bra and his composure is gone, tail wagging as he moves his hands to your waist. you play with the waistband of his stained underwear and one of his hands slides down to touch your little bundle of nerves. you pull on his wrist and he looks like a kicked puppy.

"Gorou, I wanted this to be about you, just relax, I promise it'll feel great." He stills, wanting to follow your instruction, and relaxes into the sofa. you slide his underwear down and quickly remove your own, beginning to rub his now red weeping cock against your own folds. Gorou stifles a gasp as you slowly sink down onto his cock and roll your hips. he involuntarily bucks his hips into yours and whimpers at the sensation. you lean forward steady your hands and set a tortuously slow pace, gently moving your hips up and down as Gorou ruts into your hot cunt.

you steadily start going faster as Gorou's cute whimpers escalate in volume. You lean forward and begin leaving small bites and hickeys on his chest and stomach. you angle yourself so his dick is hitting the spongey spot inside you and making you see stars. One of your hands goes to tangle in his hair and brushes one of his sensitive ears and he shudders.

"Y-y/n, I'm close-" Gorou thrusts up into you, completely drunk on the feeling of you clenching around him. you rub his ears affectionately and he bites down on his lip, trying to hold on a little longer. you feel the knot building in your stomach snap. the feeling of you cumming on his cock is more than enough to push him over the edge and he cums inside of you. you raise your hips up, trying not to make a mess, and lay down next to him.

"feeling less stressed?"

"Definitely."

A/n I'm so sleepy (midterms are coming up :/) and i tried my best

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[warriorofthought]

First Date

Summary: Biker Bucky takes you out on a date in a cute restaurant

Word count: 2548

Warnings: no one

Biker Bucky x Reader

This is the second part to "A rescue and a ride home" but can also be read without having read the first part.

An hour before the mentioned time you are almost ready with your outfit, only your shoes are missing, you have decided to put on your sneakers to your simple but still classic Outfit. You put on a very warm Sweater so that you don't have to take a jacket with you and a shirt underneath, in case it gets too warm, you can still take off the sweater.

A few minutes before seven you hear a motorcycle stop in front of your house and when you look at the clock again, your watch reaches seven and the doorbell rings. Right on time. You quickly run to the door, grab your small bag and put on your sneakers. Then you open the door and a bouquet of flowers appears. Purple roses.

They are beautiful. 

"Bucky?" With a grin, Bucky comes out from behind the bouquet.

Your eyes travel over his figure. He's wearing his leather jacket from yesterday, which, by the way, looks great on him. Dark gray jeans and a dark blue colored hoodie highlight his eyes even more. All things considered, he looks just as handsome as he did yesterday, just a little more fixed up today.

"Hi Y/n, these are for you, I hope you're not allergic to them and you like them?"

"Thanks Bucky, they're beautiful and I'm not allergic to the flowers, I'll put them in a vase, wait for a few seconds alright?"

"Of course, I'll wait here."

You take the flowers and quickly run into the kitchen with them and fill up a vase with some water before putting the flowers in. Then you remember what the flowers mean, the message the purple rose is sending is "love at first sight" does that mean he likes you, really likes you. Your heart stops for a moment at the thoughts and starts racing with joy and a big grin graces your face, which you can't suppress.

Then you run quickly to the front door again. When you get there, you already see that Bucky is waiting for you on his motorcycle. This time he has an extra helmet for you. You like that very much. In case of an accident, his head is protected as well. You lock your front door and put your key in your purse as you walk up to Bucky.

He hands you the second helmet and puts on his. Then he looks to see if you need help putting yours on and helps you close it, checking to make sure it fits properly. 

"And are you excited, y/n"

"Yes, I am. How about you, Bucky?"

"Me too, pretty lady." 

At this you have to chuckle for a moment. 

Bucky smirks and sits down on the bike, then taps his thigh and you sit behind him.

After that you hold on to him again as he starts the engine and the two of you drive off.

You don't drive too long, then Bucky stops at a cozy little restaurant. Bucky turns off the engine. Then you get off and take your helmet off, Bucky does the same, then Bucky stuffs the helmets away.

As you take a better look at the Restaurant from outside, you notice Bucky reaching for your hand. Surprised at the gesture, you look first at your joined hands, then at him. 

"Is...is that okay?" Comes softly from him.

"Uh, yeah, it's fine." Your cheeks turn pink and your heart does a little skip with joy.

You see your answer bring a satisfied grin to his face and he tightens his grip on your hand a little, then pulls you to the front door of the restaurant. 

As he opens it for you, you hear a soft melody coming from inside. Buck follows you inside and leads you to a corner table by the window. Then an elderly lady approaches you both.

"Bucky, my dear, it's good to have you back." She pulls Bucky into her arms, he has a gentle smile on his face and hugs her back. You like the sight very much. 

When her gaze lingers on you, she lets go of Bucky again.

"Who is that pretty lady you brought, did you finally find a proper wife or is she your girlfriend? Then you could have introduced me to the pretty thing earlier" 

" This is y/n and she's not my girlfriend, not yet, so I would like to call her a girlfriend already, but we're just on a date to get to know each other and stuff? " Bucky gets confused while talking and becomes nervous, looking over at you uncertainly. You decide to help him out. 

"Hi nice to meet you, I'm y/n, maybe soon Bucky's girlfriend too if he's really serious." You smile kindly at the lady and hold out your hand to her, but before you can react she pulls you into her arms.

"I would love that, I'm Susie, nice to meet you, so what will it be for you, should I get the menu or do you already know, Bucky?"

"I already know, 2 times number 17 and once 44 and 97 for dessert and 2 cokes."

"Good choice my dear"

You and Bucky have an exciting conversation until the food comes. You ask him how he lives and he tells you about his crew and that he makes pretty good money as a mechatronics engineer with his own garage. You tell him what you do for a living and that your parents live in another city and that you moved here for your education and now stay here for work. 

Bucky ordered your favorite dish as the main meal, which totally surprises you and it turns out to be his favorite dish as well. For dessert we have a chocolate cake and a white chocolate cupcake. Both look stunningly delicious. You are delighted. 

You two enjoy it, you are drinking from your coke when Susie comes back and takes the big plates away from you both because they are empty, now you only have the two small plates with the cakes with 2 forks each so four.

"Y/n , I didn't know exactly which of the two cakes you would like better, that's why I took both because I think these are the best ones Susie makes and you should definitely have tasted them."

You have to chuckle for a second and think about which one to try to eat first.

"I can't decide Bucky, they both look so yummy." You pout.

"Then try them both, love," surprised, you look at him and see that he has gone red in the face because of what slipped out.

You have to suppress a giggle as he looks so cute. 

"You'll have to eat from both of them too then, Bucky". 

He nods at you and takes the first bite of the chocolate cake with his fork, you of the other. 

As you chew the piece in your mouth you can hardly believe your taste buds. It tastes so good. You immediately try the chocolate cake as well and it tastes just as delicious. 

When you've both finished eating, Bucky smiles at you. 

"Those two cakes are almost like a sin, but I'm glad I got to share them with you." 

"Oh, yeah, they're fantastic!" you agree.

You see that Bucky grabs his serviette and then he reaches for your face, he holds it gently and removes the chocolate sauce that has gotten lost on your cheek. 

"Oh, thank you"

"You're welcome" you notice the heat rising in your cheeks, but Bucky is still looking into your eyes with fascination and you can't manage to tear your eyes away from his, they hold you trapped.

"You're so beautiful, y/n," Bucky whispers, as if the moment would vanish if he said it louder.

Realizing he's still holding you, Bucky quickly lets go of you, nearly knocking over his glass in the process. You both have to laugh amused but happy. 

Then you talk some more and he also tells you what his full name is. You like his full name very much and you actually tease him a bit with it, which he likes, but doesn't admit.

When Bucky has to go to the bathroom for a minute, Susie comes out from behind the counter and comes up to you and speaks to you lovingly.

"You know, you're special to Bucky, even though this is a bit quick and this is very short notice with the two of you, I can tell you that Bucky is definitely serious about you. Bucky's eyes lit up when he looked at you just now and also when he talked about you this morning, he really likes you a lot, I've never seen that look on him before, but I know it from my husband and I can tell you that look is just dripping with affection and love. Bucky is serious, even though he may have made his life a bit dangerous with his biker crew, he wants to protect you and above all love you unconditionally if you allow him to." 

"Are you sure about that?" 

"Yes, very much actually, I've known Bucky since he was little and you mean the world to him since he met you yesterday, he's never been as happy as he is with you now the two of you were here and when he told me about you. "

"Wow."

Before she can say anything else, Bucky comes back from the bathroom.

Susie disappears behind her counter again and Bucky signals her after he sits down that we want the bill. 

"So what were you two talking about?"

"Ah, nothing much, she just told me she's known you since you were little and you used to be cute as a button." You giggle at the thought of a little boy eating Susie's chocolate cakes, but you don't tell him the rest of the conversation between you and Susie.

As it is getting late, you say goodbye to Susie after paying the bill. Then you both walk over to Bucky's motorcycle.

"Y/n, do you have to get up early tomorrow?"

"No, why?"

"I'd have another surprise, but we had to drive there, would that be okay with you, or would you prefer me to drive you home?"

" I...I'd like to see the surprise, Buck" 

"Good, that is good"

He hands you your helmet and he takes his and you both put it on. Then Bucky checks to make sure you have it on right and gets on the motorcycle. You get on the back. Then the two of you ride off. 

During the ride Bucky sometimes lets one of his hands wander to yours on his belly and you intertwine your hands. What brings the butterflies in your stomach again and again to fly around.

After you have been driving for a while you arrive at a mountain. Next to it flows a small river. You park at the foot of the mountain and together you start walking up. Bucky grabs your hand as you walk up the mountain and together you walk hand in hand up the mountain. 

At the top, you sit down on a bench. Then you let your eyes wander. From the mountain you can see down on the city and its lights sparkle at you both. A stunning sight. As you let your gaze wander against the sky, you see that the stars are shining extra bright today. 

"Beautiful aren't they?" you breathe into the evening air.

"Yes, indeed, beautiful." Looking over at Bucky, you see that he meant you, not the stars, as he was watching you.

Slightly, you smile. You've never smiled so much in your life.

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As you watch the lights for a while you notice a cold wind coming up and goosebumps form on your skin. Now you curse that you didn't take a jacket with you.

Before you can say anything to Bucky or turn to him, you feel him put something around your shoulders. When you look up you see that it is his jacket and he himself has moved closer to you.

"We wouldn't want you to freeze to death with such a beautiful sight."  He breathes softly into your ear and pulls his jacket a little tighter around your body before he sits close enough to you that you can feel his body heat. Immediately, you feel warmer already.

You smile and close your eyes, just listening to the sounds of the city streets. The wind was blowing lightly in your face and moving one of your hair strands.  Bucky felt the need to touch them, knowing they would be soft on his fingers.

You caught him staring at you, a blush creeping up on your cheeks, but he didn't take his eyes off you and this time he stared into your eyes.

 "You look beautiful when you blush," Bucky admitted.

 "Thank you."

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After midnight Bucky decides to drive you home as it is getting colder and colder and also in the city, the lights are going out more and more.

In front of your house Bucky stops. You get off, take off your helmet and give it back. Then quickly without Bucky noticing what you do you quickly smell his jacket again and get Bucky soft and yet rustic leather scent in the nose. You take off the jacket and give it back to Bucky. He doesn't want to put it on but you force him to take it back because it's his jacket and you are in front of your house. Then Bucky escorts you to the front door.

 "I really enjoyed our date, Y/N," he admitted. 

 "I'd like to ask you out again.  Of course, only if you really want to."

You nodded your head in agreement.  "Yes, that sounds like a very good idea."

You knew you couldn't let him walk out of your life. He had fascinated you in so many ways tonight that the thought of never seeing him again seemed impossible in your mind. You just wanted to keep him until the very ending.  This date shouldn't be the only one you guys have. You wanted more.  And you were willing to do anything to spend more time with him.

Bucky pulled his hand out of yours to push a strand of hair behind your ear.  That single light touch was enough to make you feel your heart beating wildly in your chest.

Then Bucky takes another step closer to you and rests his forehead against yours. The two of you can smell each other because of it. You two are so close that you can feel each other's breath slide over each other's skin.

"Thank you for giving me a chance for this date."

"You're welcome, it was a great night, Bucky." 

"You really should go in now, y/n"

"I should, I really should," you whisper, not really wanting to tear yourself away from him.

"Good night, y/n"

"Good night Buck, get home safe."

"Go on" Bucky pushes you towards the door. You unlock it and wave goodbye to him again with a smile before disappearing into the house. This has been a wonderful evening.

#biker bucky x you #biker bucky x reader #biker bucky #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #James Buchanan Barnes #bucky fluff #Biker Bucky #fluff #first date #dinner date

[rogerswifesblog]

I think this could be an inspiration for a stucky fic! 😌😌❤️❤️

This shirt is sooo cute tbh

Thank you sm for this!<3

The shirt

Summary: Bucky hates Sam sometimes. No. He always hates him, but especially now, looking down at the only shirt that was left in his wardrobe. And he had to go to training. With Steve. And he really, really likes steve.

Paring: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Sighing, Bucky shook his head slowly. “Sam, I’m going to kill you”, he mumbled to the little note that was attached to the shirt. Have fun walking through the compound in it. Great. He’d totally have oh so much fun.

For a moment he even considered just not wearing a shirt, but looking at his scars made him change his mind. Besides, this would attract too much attention…more than this shirt. He could somehow cover the text with his hand. It would work.

Maybe.

Twenty minutes later he was standing in the training room, his arms crossed, covering his chest behind them. God he felt embarrassed.

Especially facing Steve in this shirt. What if he thought it’s a stupid pick up line? It’s not like Bucky would mind it if Steve kissed him but-well-what if Steve would get mad seeing this?

No, that’s ridiculous. Steve would do that. Especially after coming out as bi sexual…. so he was a tolerant guy. Which Bucky already knew, before Steve’s coming out. Even in the forties he had known that. Steve wasn’t a fella who’d discriminate someone for love.

God, Bucky had it bad.

For his best friend of…nearly 100 years? Technically less, because, well, being frozen, in cyro and brainwashed doesn’t count. Either way it was still a long, long time. He didn’t want to jinx it.

But this shirt? God, he was nervous.

“Great, you’re here. Let’s warm up and then we can start with some sparring”, said the blond man, noticing Bucky and stepping away from the box sack. It looked different… “I thought it was blue yesterday?”, mumbled Bucky, coming closer to Steve. Stepping into some hits of sand he already knew the answer.

Looking back his suspicions were confirmed. “Punk. they won’t have any left if you keep doing this”, chuckled Bucky, watching as Steve’s ears turned red from the blush that was creeping over his face and neck- even lower. He knew Steve was a whole body blusher. (Which he always considered as one of the cutest things about Steve.)

God, he was so fucked.

While warming up Bucky tried not to face Steve, but after they stepped on the mat Steve looked down at Buckys chest. Right over his pecs was the text ‚I am going to punch you in the mouth, with my own mouth, softly, because I like you‘ written, making him laugh out very loud, grabbing his own chest, while his head fell back. “Oh Buck!”

Steve snored ungracefully, stepping closer to Bucky and pulling lightly at the surprisingly very soft fabric. Bucky felt his heartbeat quicken, while his breath stopped for a second. Why did Steve have to come this close??

God.

“Who made you wear this?” Steve grinned, shaking his head lightly. Bucky sighed, pushing him playfully onto the mat. “Shut up punk. At least it's more my size than all the clothes you wear”, Bucky laughed, not being able to stop his graze traveling over Steve’s body. Even Steve’s sweatpants seemed to be tighter than necessary.

A few moments of bickering later the two super soldiers started sparring, with Steve throwing Bucky to the floor and playfully stepping onto his chest with one, without any pressure. He could still read the text. “Should I be more gentle with you?”grinned Steve, helping Bucky up. “You can really be a dick, Captain.” Bucky rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the grin from his lips.

Steve chuckled darkly. “Is that so? Then show me what you got, sergeant”, without waiting Steve attacked Bucky again, swinging his fist at him, hitting him square in the jaw. Bucky growled quietly to himself, punching Steve and quickly grabbing his arm when he tried to hit him. They kicked and punched, till they both somehow fell to the floor, with Steve underneath bucky.

Bucky grinned down at him and held down Steve’s wrist with his metalarm over Steve’s head. “See, Captain, there’s nothing else left for you. Overpowered by your sergeant”, whispered the brunette, letting his eyes linger on Steve’s lips for a moment. Unknowingly he licked over his own lips, seeing as Steve did it too.

His heartbeat set out for a moment. At least that’s how he felt.

Did he imagine it or did Steve really look at his lips? He couldn’t have imagined it, right?

“I may still have one more…tactic…”, Steve grinned, biting down on his lip. Before Bucky could realise what was happening Steve leaned forward, pressing his soft lips to Buckys.

Steve felt his own breath getting caught in his throat. He waited so, so long…

And finally he was kissing Bucky. After so many years.

Just like it took Steve’s breath away, it had the same effect on Bucky. He was completely forgetting about what was happening around them. The only thing he had in his mind right now was the blond underneath him.

The kiss was gentle and sweet. And Bucky couldn’t stop himself from cupping Steve’s face in his hands-that’s when he realised his mistake. Quickly he was pinned under Steve’s weight, with him holding his arms tightly.

Bucky knew this kiss would end now. It was just a game. A move, to get Steve to win over him, just-

But it didn’t stop.

Steve’s tongue slid slowly in his panting mouth, easily dominating the kiss. Surprised and completely unprepared for this Bucky let out a quiet gasp. He could feel Steve grin against his lips.

“I guess I won….”, he whispered against Buckys open mouth, making the other slowly shake his head. “I'm pretty sure I won something even better…”, he grinned slightly, putting his legs around Steve’s slim waist, pressing him a bit closer against himself.

Steve chuckled darkly, slowly kissing Buckys throat. “I’m very happy you are wearing this t-shirt…but i'd be happier if you wouldn’t wear anything at all”, he grinned. Bucky laughed quietly but thought about it for a moment.

Yeah, he wanted that too. He wanted it so badly. Feeling Steve’s skin against his. His heavy body…his sweet rosy lips all over his body….

“Fuck, Steve…yes, let’s-lets do that”, he mumbled moving his head to the side, to capture Steve’s lips in a passionate kiss. Before they could go any further, a voice was heard over the speakers.

“Okay, great. I’m happy the shirt worked but now you should leave the gym since some other people-like me-want to train and not walk in on you fucking like rabbits on a mat”, sams voice sounded mostly amused.

Both men blushed. Steve’s ears turned red, making Bucky a big grin.

But Sam was right. They should go.

They had a lot of catching up to do.

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it!!!

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[stranger-marauders]

repaired

four: three bucks an hour with no future

chapter summary: Robin and Steve strike up a bet, which seems odd to Kate at first glance.

chapter warnings: language, making out, steve's dad is an asshole

word count: 3.3k

series masterlist | masterlist

STEVE HATED THE afternoon shift at work.

"Alrighty, one scoop of chocolate. That's a buck-twenty-five," he said, scooping ice cream for two teenage girls. "Anything else?"

As one of the girls began to eat her ice cream, the other started to dig for change in her purse. He recognized one of them as Anna Jacobi, one of the prettier girls in his graduating class. 

Excellent.

Whenever he looked at her again, he realized she was wearing a university shirt. "Ooh, Perdue. Fancy."

"Yeah, I'm excited," Anna replied, and both girls giggled as Steve started to operate the cash register.

"Yeah, you know, I considered it, Perdue, but then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real-life experience, you know, before I hit college, see what it feels like. Kinda like, uh, I don't know, see what it's like to earn a working man's wage, you know? Uh…" The register beeped at him as he continued to awkwardly push buttons. "Oh, I'm sorry," he muttered before continuing on. "I think that's, like, really important."

"Yeah, totally."

"Yeah, anyway, this was, like, so fun. We should kind of like, you know, I don't know, maybe hang out this weekend or—Oh, sorry about that," he said as he dropped her spare change on the counter, coins flying everywhere. "Uh… I don't know. Maybe next weekend or—"

"Yeah, I'm busy," Anna answered, trying to hold herself back from laughing.

"Oh, that's cool. I'm–I'm working here next weekend, so… the following weekend's better for me."

"No. I'm sorry, I can't. Okay, thanks," she replied, giggling with her friend as they walked out of the store.

"I… This is… my first day here."

Without any warning, Kate walked into the store, confused as to what she'd just witnessed part of. She still hadn't felt great after her episode, and watching her boyfriend flirt with other girls seemingly behind her back hadn't made her feel any better. She could only watch as Robin opened the window between the ice cream parlor and the break room, holding a dry erase board that had two sides: "YOU RULE" and "YOU SUCK." The "YOU SUCK" side currently had five tallies on it. "And another one bites the dust."

Kate tilted her head to the side, her eyebrows furrowing together as she tried to fight out what was going on. 

"You are oh-for-six, Popeye," Robin said, drawing a new tally mark in, now making it six on the "YOU SUCK" side.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can count," Steve replied, leaning forward on the counter to face her.

"You know that means you suck," Robin countered.

"Yup, I can read, too."

"Since when?"

"What's that for?" Kaet finally asked, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

They both quickly turned to her, horror striking both of their faces. "Kathy, shit, I—"

"Dingus here thinks he can talk to girls, but he, very obviously, is horrible at it," Robin explained quickly. "He's done some cute little variation of that, like, six times now."

Kate laughed, trying not to show her unease. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I seriously don't understand what you see in him," Robin replied nonchalantly. "I didn't before, but after watching that all afternoon, I'm pretty sure you've had an aneurysm of some kind. You must have some type of brain damage if you think he's attractive."

"Robin," Steve said firmly to her as Kate walked around the counter. "It's this stupid hat. I am telling you, it is totally blowing my best feature."

"Yeah, company policy is a real drag," Robin said. "You know, it's a crazy idea, but have you considered… telling the truth? You know, for the sake of the experiment?"

"Oh, you mean, that I couldn't even get into Tech and my douchebag dad's trying to teach me a lesson, I make three bucks an hour, and I have no future? That truth?"

Kate sighed softly, turning her head to avoid his gaze. She knew he was at least trying to come off as funny, using humor as a coping mechanism, but it only reminded her of the night that he'd gotten his last rejection letter and she her last acceptance letter. and she'd had to comfort him because he was so devastated. Of course, Steve was more than happy for Kate, but like he'd said: he didn't even get into Tech.

It had been something of a struggle for him, not getting in anywhere. She remembered tehj fight that had erupted between Steve and his father after he hadn't gotten into Notre Dame, never mind not get in anywhere at all (she, more specifically, remembered how Steve had practically lived at her place for two weeks, even though he was already there all the time). Kate had made it even worse in her eyes, because she got into Notre Dame, and Perdue, and every single school she applied to because that's how hard she worked for it all. Steve didn't hold it against her: he just wished he would've done better.

Kate felt like, in a way, it was her fault. He'd almost failed his junior year after they'd stopped being friends. Steve, however, knew that if he would've just tried a little bit harder, not taken a bunch of hard classes just to be with Kate, he'd probably at least be going somewhere, not just staying in Hawkins and scooping ice cream for the rest of his life in a sailor costume. He liked to tell himself that maybe he'd be going with Kate, and they'd be living together in New York City while she went to NYU, and he went to whatever hole-in-the-wall school he could find. He could only imagine how wonderful that would've been for them—if only he would've done better.

"You know, I don't care about that," Kate said, leaning against the counter. "And last time I checked, I'm the one that's actually your girlfriend."

"Yeah, but you're different," he replied. "You met me before I got the uniform, okay?"

"And somehow stayed after it," Robin replied, almost disgusted. 

Steve rolled his eyes, waiting for Kate's most likely sarcastic reply. He was waiting for something about how she liked the uniform, maybe something about the hat more specifically, but he was greeted with no reply at all. He turned to look at her, finding her spaced out and seemingly distracted by something. "Hey, you okay?"

Whenever Steve grazed her arm, she jumped, turning to look at him with a slightly horrified look on her face.

His eyebrows furrowed together as he moved to stand in front of her, almost to inspect her. "Kathy."

Before she could reply, Robin said, "Hey, twelve o'clock." She turned to look at Kate. "Wanna join?"

"Absolutely, I do," she said, and without another word, she sat on the counter, swinging her legs through the window to the other room and slipping out of the hole in between them.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Kathy, you're, uh… you're okay with this?"

Kate nodded, stifling a laugh. "This is free entertainment, Steven."

"Okay… Uh… I'm going in. Okay? And you know what?" Steve said, throwing his hat through the window to Kate and Robin. "Screw company policy."

"Oh my God, you're a whole new man."

"Right? Ooh." Once he had turned around, he began shouting, "Ahoy, ladies! Didn't see you there. Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'll be your captain. I'm Steve Harrington." The girls giggled softly as he continued on, both the ones out in the lobby and Kate. "Can I get you guys a little taste of the Cherries Jubilee? No? Anybody? Banana Boat? Four people, four spoons? Share it in the booth? Anybody? It's hot out there."

"Again, how do you find him attractive?" Robin asked, shaking her head.

Kate turned to her, shaking her head and stifling a laugh, as Robin only grinned, putting another tally on the "YOU SUCK" side.

As she watched Steve fail miserably at talking to the girls that had walked into Scoops, all she could think about was whenever she'd been so hurt again.

Back then, Kate couldn't remember the last time she'd stayed home from school.

She'd thought the last time might've been whenever Sara had died, her funeral maybe. Kate had never been one to ditch, even when she had a cold. School had always distracted her from her home life, helped her see a way out of the seemingly never-ending tunnel of darkness. Because of it, she'd grown to like school, and she'd found herself completely out of place whenever she'd had to stay home, especially after missing a couple of days from being in the hospital.

Of course, Steve had stayed home with her.

Her father, as much as he didn't want to, had had to go to work. He'd had to make another appearance, make it seem as if everything was okay even though people knew his daughter had been in the hospital the past few days. While she had El, she certainly wouldn't be of any help if something went wrong, and Hopper couldn't stay the entire day. Steve had been happy to volunteer, especially so they could be alone.

Steve and Kate hadn't been alone a single time to talk about what had happened between them: more particularly, the kiss. It hadn't been like either of them could bring it up when Hopper had been sitting right there with them in the hospital room. Steve hadn't brought it up because he hadn't wanted to tell Hopper that he'd kissed his daughter, and Kate hadn't wanted to tell him because she had been so adamant there hadn't been anything going on between them. 

Now that they were alone, though, neither of them knew what to say.

Even though doctors had recommended for Kate not to read as much, she'd found there wasn't much else for her to do. Steve, on the other hand, had plowed through the thoughts in his head, wondering when it would be a good time to bring up the other thing that had happened that night.

"I've never heard you this quiet."

Steve had almost missed what she had said, as she hadn't even peeled an eye away from her book, hadn't made any movement at all. "What?"

She'd looked over to him, making eye contact with him for only a second before she broke it. "You've never been this quiet."

"Oh," he'd replied, scratching the back of his neck. "I just, uh… I don't know, just thinking, I guess."

"You guess?"

He'd scoffed, smiled slightly. "Yeah."

Kate had put a bookmark in her book, closing it and sitting up in her bed. She'd moved herself to where her back was leaning against the wall, putting the book on the bedside table. "What's bothering you, then?"

He'd sighed. "Come on, don't do that."

"Do what?"

"You know what's bothering me."

Kate's heart had dropped. "The other night?"

"Yeah, the other night." 

"Oh." Kate had run her fingers through her hair. "I mean, what about it?"

Steve had shaken his head. "Kathy, I… I know I'm not the smartest guy, but I could've sworn you kissed me back the other night."

She'd hesitated. "Steve…"

"And I don't want you to think that I kissed you because I was stressed or something, because I was serious, okay? I've been wanting to do that for I don't even know how long. I'd do it again right now, too, because for the first time in I don't know when, things felt right. Things felt right because of you. I mean, for the past year nothing's felt right. My life without you has been a complete mess, Kathy, and…" He'd sighed. "I… I'm in love with you, okay? There's no other way to say it, and I know you probably don't feel the same, especially not like that, and this was really not how I planned on telling you, but—"

"Steve!" Kate had called, raising her voice slightly. "I think you're concussed."

"What?"

She had squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, almost regretting what she'd said. "I think you're saying things you don't really mean, and I understand, but… but I seriously think you have brain damage. There… There's no way you mean any of what you just said."

"Kathy, I mean it," he'd said. "I'm so serious, I… There were so many times where I just wanted you to talk to me because I… I missed you so much, but I knew you hated me and that you were mad at me. I didn't want to bother you if you didn't want me around anymore. But every time I see you, there's just this… pang. Whenever you chased me out of the Halloween party, at first, I didn't even believe it was you. But there you were, ready to save my sorry ass again." He'd sighed. "Kathy, how could I not be in love with you? I mean, Jesus, you've done so much for me. I've been a really shit friend, and I don't even know why I'm telling you all this now, I just…"

Whenever it had fallen silent again, Steve had only watched as Kate's lips tugged into a frown, propping her head up with one hand. Her eyes had been wide, her eyebrows furrowing together, just like they normally were whenever she was thinking hard about something.

"I'm sorry," he'd said, only able to watch her.

She'd snapped herself out of thought physically, jerking up. "What? No." She'd looked at him, her face turning red before tearing her eyes away from him quickly. "No, I…" She'd taken a deep breath, turning back to him. "I can't remember a time when I wasn't in love with you."

"What?"

She'd stifled a laugh. "I… I feel like an idiot. Of course I love you. Are you kidding me? I've known for so long that I've been in love with you, Steve. That's why I hated all of those girls you were screwing—it pained me to see you with someone else. That's why I got so shitfaced at your place whenever you and Nancy were together, that's why I stopped talking to you, that's why I got with Jamie… I just wanted to get over you. That's why I blocked you out for so long, and I… I'm so sorry. When you kissed me, I… I panicked, but Steve, trust me, if you're serious, I am, too."

He hadn't known what to say at first. He had imagined all the ways that he'd tell Kate he'd been in love with her, but he hadn't ever thought that she would actually say it back. He had waited so long just to hear her say that she would forgive him for all of the things he'd done to her over the years, never mind this. 

He'd moved to sit next to her on her bed, looking forward—he hadn't thought he would be able to look at her after all of that.

"So, what now?" she'd asked, looking to their feet.

"I don't know," Steve had replied. "If you didn't know, I'm actually really shit at being a boyfriend, so…"

"Who said you were my boyfriend?" she'd asked, her eyebrows furrowing together.

"Well, I figured since I just confessed my deepest darkest secret about how I've been in love with you for years and you felt the same way, I thought that might, I don't know, count for something."

She stifled a laugh, intertwining their fingers as she leaned her head against him. "Okay, yeah, sure. Boyfriend, probationary status."

"Probationary? That's it?"

"That's good enough for now, Steven, be grateful."

He'd shaken his head, chuckling. "Jesus, Nancy's gonna kill me."

"Why?"

He'd sighed. "I don't know, I just… you already know they're going at it, and it's just… I don't know. You know?"

"Yeah, actually, I do," Kate had said, understanding him completely. "You wanna wait."

Steve had sighed again. "It's not that. That's the thing, I don't wanna wait. I've been waiting my entire life to be with you, I just… I don't want you to think you're a rebound, or something, because you're not, okay? It should've been you and it's… it's always been you. I just… I wanna take things slow, you know? I don't wanna screw anything up."

"Okay," she'd said, nodding slightly. "That's okay."

When they'd met each other's eyes again, Steve had cupped Kate's face, pulling her lips to his again. He'd been waiting to do that again since he'd done it the first time.

Kate felt like she was in some type of dream she'd hate herself later for having. She couldn't imagine that in any universe she was getting to kiss her best friend, the boy she had been absolutely head over heels in love with since before she could remember. What had made it even more insane was that she couldn't believe that he loved her back.

It was a slow push of his lips to hers, not wanting to rush anything as their mouths slanted over each other's. He tasted like mint, which was probably something that he'd taken care of before he had gotten to the cabin that morning just in case he got to kiss her again. She'd thought she had heard him moan ever so softly, and it made her chest hurt. When the kiss lingered, she'd brought her hands to his cheeks, fingers splayed over his jaw as she tugged him closer.

When his tongue lucked at the curve of her bottom lip, his hand travelled to tilt at her chin, she opened without any questions. So much for taking things slow. She sighed, blissed out, when his tongue slid over hers, and his hand fell to her waist.

Steve had pulled back, chest heaving, forehead pressed to hers and eyes still slammed shut. "I always thought you were gonna be my first kiss."

She'd chuckled slightly. "Seriously?"

"I know, okay? I know."

WIthout another word, he took his place on top of her in her bed, lips melted between hers. He was grasping at her hip, the material of her oversized shirt bunched under his hand, making the cotton hitch higher up her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, a noticeable hardness pressed up against her thigh. She moved her hips slightly, making him moan and break the kiss for just a second before smiling and returning to her.

Before their kissing could go any further, Kate's bedroom door swung open without any warning.

Eleven.

"Kate?" she had called, standing in the doorway.

Steve and Kate hadn't had even a moment to compose themselves whenever she had walked into the room. Kate pushed him off from on top of her, making him land on the floor with a thwap. "Ow."

"What do you do?" El had asked, but she knew the answer.

"Oh, uh, nothing," Kate had replied, trying to come up with a lie even though her face was flushed. "I was just telling Steve about this book I'm reading."

"Yeah," he'd said, peeling himself off the floor. "And I just, uh, rolled off the bed. On accident."

El had smiled, trying not to laugh. "Do you… kiss?"

"No," the two had said very quickly in unison, looking away from each other.

Of course, in response, El had only given her older sister a pointed look, one Steve had seen a million times from Kate.

"Don't tell Dad and we'll get you some Eggos every time we go to the store. Deal?"

"Deal."

Whenever El had left the room, Steve and Kate had looked at each other for only a second before erupting into laughter, melting into kissing each other once again. They had both been so happy—even though things still weren't perfect, they'd had each other, and for the time being, that was okay.

When she thought about that now, it also seemed blurred, tainted, almost by what she'd seen whenever she walked into Scoops. Things had changed so much since then, and everything was so different. As she watched Steve fail at trying to flirt with other girls, Kate could only hope that it wasn't his subtle way of trying to get rid of her.

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[cyborg-franky]

Happy Halloween!

This was my part of the server trade with my lovely @mikoyamisheadcanonblog please enjoy <3 your OC and Law fit together so perfectly.

Law x OC SFW Modern AU Word Count: 1,330

He hated parties and wasn’t really a fan of the sillyness that came with Halloween either. Shachi and Penguin had both clung to him and begged him to go with them, that despite how little Law contributed to a party atmosphere it just wouldn’t be the same without him!

Law knew the drill, he’d meet up with the pair, head to the party Luffy and his housemates were throwing, and as soon as there were cute girls he would be ditched, left alone to sulk in the kitchen with the rest of the single men, picking pitifully at plates of tacky Halloween themed snacks and nursing the same beer for a few hours until warm from being clutched in the palm of his hand.

But he did owe them, they got him out of a very awkward and annoying wedding invitation and a Halloween party could never be as awkward as being nagged into being a friend's platonic date to a wedding for two people he couldn’t give a shit about.

He was told to dress up, even given some ideas by Shachi and he rjected them all. Law simply dressed in his normal clothes, jeans, T-shirt, and a hoody, the only difference was he grabbed a cheap apron and covered it in blood.

When he rocked up to Shachi’s house the redhead shook his head and clicked his tongue looking at Law. “What are you meant to be?” He asked and Law shrugged as he watched Penguin, dressed as a zombie ambled towards him making zombie sounds with his arms stretched.

“Insane doctor.” He said simply and Shachi, dressed like a vampire, gave him quizicle eyebrow.

“You don’t look much different Law..” He sighed and locked the front door.

“Exactly,” 

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Ash looked around the party, annoyed with the music, annoyed with the drunken idiots, and just done with the entire thing. She didn’t want to dress up or come out but she owed Nami a few bucks and Nami decided to take it from her in pacripaption.

She sighed a little and brushed down her skirt, wearing all black with a simple witch hat on her head, the most she wanted to get into the spirit of things, never a fan of Halloween and all the sillyness that came with it.

Still, she grabbed a drink and sat in the corner on a small sofa by herself and watched as everyone had a good time, a shadow of a smile on her lips, she at least liked seeing her friends have a good time.

The doorbell rang and Luffy threw himself through the crowd to open the door, swinging it open and seeing the three, grinning ear to ear and pulling them in with a big hug, not caring how displeased Law looked.

“Traffy! You look great!” He laughed and pulled Law into the house pushing him through the living room with Shachi and Penguin trailing after them with amused smirks,

Law was about to tell Luffy to stop when he saw a familler person from the corner of his eye, turning he saw Ash and he felt his heart skip a beat. They were friends and had met a few times but it was only ever at this forced get-togethers where neither wanted to be there but they’d been required to show up.

Ash watched as Law was dragged into the kitchen, more than likely being told by Franky that he was too skinny and needed to eat up while Luffy shoved more food into his mouth and tried to make conversation with Law through the food stuffed in his face.

Law soon came out, a beer in his hand, and managed to lose Luffy, he glanced around and was pleased to see Ash was still sitting where he’d caught sight of her before. He walked over, catching her attention, those beautiful eyes and long lashes flicked up from her phone and focused on his, he swallowed the lump in his throat and watched her adjust.

“Can I sit?” He asked, feeling awkward as she nodded.

He normally had this confidence, this nonchalant air but the feelings that were always stirred when he’d spend time with her, well they weren’t what Law was used to, he struggled to comprehend and process but he was happy when she smiled at him, and nodded.

“Did you get dragged here too?” She asked as she watched him sit, sigh and nod at her question.

She liked Law, he was always nice to spend time with, and they sometimes exchanged messages, a friend of a friend sort of thing though she dearly wanted to be more. The time they spent in one another's company was always enjoyable and they seemed to click.

The only time she ever heard him laugh was when they were together.

“Shachi?” A nod. “Nami got me, I owed her.”

Law chuckled, a wonderful sound to her ears, the low timber, and pleasant rumble as he leaned back on the sofa. “Yeah, always is and that’s unfortunate, she’s a real witch, you could owe her a dollar and she’d bleed you dry for a favor.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

They both sat there in comfortable silence, both with small smiles on their faces, giving one another shy glances before he took a breath and turned to face her, he started talking about various things, asking what she'd been up to.

He wasn’t a big talker but he wanted to get to know her, he wanted to be in her life as more than just a fleeting glance, a text here and there when the season dictated, causal happy holidays! Or Happy new year! He wanted more, he desired depth in their friendship.

Maybe he wanted more than a friendship. The way she looked at him, her eyes looking him over, checking him out but mostly meeting his eye, she was never put off by his cold demeanor nor did she try to change it. There was no push or pull but simply a calm flow between them.

As the night went on, he rejected invites to games from Shachi, as she told Nami she wasn’t interested in gossip, they both avoided anything that would take them from one another's company. They spoke of many things, getting into so many topics and real thoughts and they were so compatible, just like Law had thought.

“Hey, do you really want to be here or would you like to get out of here?” He asked and her face lit up, a nod and a smile on her painted lips as she stood and offered her hand to him, which he took.

They managed to sneak away from the crowd, dodging any attempt at unwanted interactions, managing to sneak out onto the balcony, they sat on the bench, strewn with fake webs and string lights shaped like pumpkins and bats.

“It's nice out here,” Ash said with a sigh and sipped her drink, looking out at the moon in the sky, the sparkling stars that twinkled above them.

“I can still hear the shitty music,” Law said with a gruff chuckle as he glanced at her, she nodded in agreement, a small laugh, such a soft sound. He found he adored it and longed to draw more from her.

“So, I think we need to make plans to meet up more often.” He said, not looking at her, just watching the sky, feeling her shuffle closer.

“I agree, maybe something that doesn't involve a costume or everyone else getting drunk around us?” She suggested and stared at the sky with him.

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe tomorrow? We could perhaps get a coffee or something?” He asked and Ash could tell there was a hopeful tone in his voice which caused her to smile.

“Sounds great, it’s a date then Trafalgar.” 

He turned to her, meeting her gaze, and nodded, smiling brighter than he had in a while. 

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[tarlosbuddie]

Buck’s girlfriends reactions after watching him almost die/risking his life.

#evan buckley #ali martin #taylor kelly #I know we all compared them not understanding vs eddie knowing buck so well and finding the perfect words #but these are his girlfriends #they cared about him #and they both saw videos of him risking his life #and ali couldn't handle it #she couldn't fall in love of someone she could lose like that #and taylor saw videos of him online #RISKING HIS LIFE #and yeah maybe dumbass was wrong #but she was WORRIED ABOUT HIM #she cares #this was the reason he broke up with ali and I'm so curious to see how this will play out with taylor next season #of course I'm a buddie shipper but this relationship with taylor is interested to watch #so yeah it's not as amazing as 'I had too' - 'I know you did' #BUT they don't do the same job they can't KNOW #all they know is that they could have watch him die #(and they both wear cute little shirt at buck's and look great) #mine

[spikesbimbo]

Mood Swings

Summary: Daddy’s little girl always gets what she wants < 3

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Tags: babymaking ; ) neglected reader, daddy kink, size kink, hurt/ comfort

wc: 2.3k 

 a/n: this was very self indulgent, just like all my other works

this is a reupload from my old blog jaded--enigma

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Closing the door behind you, feet dragging against the floor as you came home from a bad day at work, eyes glossy and red. Immediately going to your finance’s office, wanting him to coddle you and tell you everything would be alright, as he was great at. One of the reasons you admired him so much, being his biggest fan.

Opening the door to see him writing something on his papers, his blazer on the floor, only wearing his white button-down shirt fitting him perfectly. 

His arms barely fit the tight material as your eyes scrolled down to his glasses sitting on the table next to his hands, so pretty and big, instantly getting you worked up, even though that was the reason you came here. Wanting your daddy to make it all better.

Walking up to him making your way in his lap, sittin pretty. Mumbling out a “ken”, resting your head on his shoulder while gently kissing his neck. 

“Not now baby.” he said, gently moving his head away from yours before you could even wrap your arms around him, so why did that make you fall apart? Why were you so sensitive? Why were there tears forming in your eyes?

You gave him a fake soft smile pushing the tears back, saying “okay.” and hopped off of his lap, already missing his touch as you walked out of the room, feet still dragging as you took one last peek at him before you shut the door and started walking towards your own room, knowing he would work till late night, as always.

He was obviously stressed so you understood that he wanted to be alone, but you felt so burdensome, annoyingly needy, as you finally made it to your room. Laying on the bed that you two slept on, hugging the fluffy sheets.

Trying to get your mind off of it, you changed into your baby blue silk nightgown, finding it in your closet full of clothes he bought you. So much that you started using the guest room for extra storage for your shoes.

It fell just over your knees, the straps dainty as a pin, flowing as you walked towards your bed again, dimming the lights on the way.

Dirty thoughts getting to you, remembering that you had to wash them two days ago from him making a mess out of you after coming home from work, taking it out on you. Now covering your face with your hands, pain spreading throughout your body as you tried to subdue it, telling yourself you could wait… but you couldn’t.

Your legs spread open, no panties or bra on, just the gown. Shoving your fingers into your cunt, so wet and needy, making a mess but getting yourself nowhere. Crying softly, the last thing you want to do is make your daddy mad at you.

Fat tears falling from just wanting an ounce of his attention, so needy, so embarrassed; embarrassed over the fact that you couldn't even touch your clit right without getting tired. 

Embarrassed that he could get you off better than yourself, the fact that you were never dry around him; the fact that he had you this spoiled to the point of him doing everything for you made your heart break and flutter at the same time.

He loves how appreciated you made him feel, making him feel like you couldn't do anything without him. He loves to take care of you because he doesn't want to see you let go of your youth, in a way living his life through you. Not wanting to rush to ‘grow up’ like he had to,  you made him feel like he was living his life with no regrets.

Your fingers were so small in comparison to his, thinking about how just one would fill you up, and him simply curling it inside you would make you cum, so responsive to his touch. Trying your best to feel the feel same as his. 

You raised your legs slightly in the air, trying to reach deeper like he did. It somewhat working as you were now letting out held back moans along with “daddy and ken” falling there too, or maybe it was from the lewdness of it all, your messy little pussy all wet thinking ‘bout daddy and his fat cock, if only he knew.

You were so lost in your own world you didn't even hear the door open. He was met with your sticky tears falling down your pretty face as you struggled trying to get yourself off. His composed nature leaving him freezing for once in his life.

You finally gave your self a break, sobbing louder as you couldn't even feel anything looking up to wipe your tears with both hands, finally getting them dry enough to see as turned your head, shaking in place seeing your future husband stand in the doorway.

“K-ken” you startledly whispered loud enough for him to hear while he was making his way to you, loosening his tie, his stoic face staying the same. He got on the bed, hovering over you, his tie and shirt lying somewhere on the floor as he inched closer to you, his nose almost touching yours.

“You know I love you right? He said, taking your left hand into his, grabbing the diamond ring on your finger, stroking it with his finger as it gleamed in the moonlight. You looking at his sliver one in return, too shy to face him after what just happened.

“y-yes” you wept locking eyes with him, your vision being blurry but still seeing his handsome face above you “I know it's my fault daddy. M-m’sorry” 

“Shh, baby it's never your fault. Daddys sorry, he didn't know how needy you were, cmere.” he cooed bringing you closer to him. “Tell me what's on your mind. What's wrong honey?” 

“Everything daddy… everything.” you complained, reaching to wipe your eyes again. He already knew what happened just from you saying that. And as usual the only reason his baby would cry was because of their job or a sad movie. 

‘How about you just be my cute little wife and carry my babies; that's the only thing you'll ever have to do again, okay?” he said already having it in the back of his head ever since he first fell for you. After months of you sneaking him extra bread in his bag when he left the store, always smiling at him with your whole heart; it being the first time he's ever blushed, he was whipped.

“Mkay.” you sniffled, not even bothering or caring to fix your face. He was so kind. The idea sounding great in your head. Never having to see your mean boss again, always getting on you for the simplest things, leaving to go cry in the break room.

“There's my good girl.” he praised, kissing you forehead, dragging up your nightgown over your head, finally being bare for him, as his eyes took in your body. Loving every curve you had, kissing his way down your neck after staring with your eyes. Your salty tears being whisked away from his affection that he gave you, that you loved.

His lips met your chest, wrapping them around your nipple as he cupped that breast. Squeezing it gently while moving his hand from your thigh, his ring leaving an imprint there while grabbing your other breast. Flicking it with his finger, loving to hear the little whimpers you let out, so precious. 

“Ken” 

“You’re so wet” he said, attaching his lips to your puffy clit, sucking on it while shoving his long fingers into you soaking little cunt, curling them just like how you were daydreaming about earlier.

“Daddy- please.” you whined bucking into his mouth already so needy, not needing any prep, just wanting to be stuffed full.

“Gimme...”, you said, trying to form a sentence while  his fingers were knuckle deep, hitting your g spot with ease.

“I got you my love” he said, already unbuckling his pants, taking a break from abusing your poor clit as you watched his cock pop out of his boxers. Mouth already watering thinking about taking it into your mouth, but pushing that to the side, knowing that he wouldn't say yes to that right now.

He hasn't seen a prettier sight in his life; your ankles by your ears, pussy begging for him to breed, his mind foggy as ever as you tell him to fuck a baby into you. Freezing at the words coming out of your sweet little mouth. But how could he tell his angel no?

“Open up for me sweetheart.” he muttered, imagining you so full and needy, not even being able to get up without him making him harder than ever. Sliding into you with no condom, as always, only on birth control. But the thought of it not doing its job got you even more hot and bothered, you head flooding with the thought of him fucking his cum back into you.

“Relax” he says, observing your face attentively.

“Youre so big daddy” you breathed out, eyes locking on his cock doing its best to fit in your little hole, even though you were drenched he still had to take it slow.

“it hurt?” 

“No. just fuck me, please. I'll be a good girl, daddy please.” you whined already working your way to make him bottom out.

He puts his lips on yours to distract you, shoving his length all the way in. Catching your moans in his mouth, groaning into yours. Your sweet scent getting his mind hazy as you rested on the mattress, your greedy little hands placing themselves on his back as you grabbed him closer.

He pushed himself balls deep in you, not taking long for you tell him to move whining out for your “daddy to fuck you”. His cock nudging your cervix, slowly easing back and forth to ease the pain you didn't even notice.

You feel so full while trembling in his hold. Feeling so good to finally have him inside you. Knowing that he was doing his best to not just fuck into you, wanting to make you feel good like you deserved.

He breaks the kiss and buries his face in the mattress beside your head, leaving kisses on your neck, as your ankles were now on his shoulders, hips spread wide rough for him to abuse. Your lips brush against his arm while he's connecting his hands with yours. Your rings clashing while you accept, pulling him closer like it's possible.

He's kissing underneath your ear now he starts to move his hips. Moaning at the feeling of his fat cock finally stretching you out. Pulling all the way out except the tip before slamming his hips back into yours, both of you moaning at the feeling.

He continues fucking you deep and fast, knowing thats how you liked it. His big frame towering  over yours, the comfy feeling of his weight on you, the heat radiating from his body making you feel like you were in heaven

“k-ken,” you mouthed not letting a word out but he read your pretty swollen lips. “you feel s-so good. d-ont pull out.”.

“When have i ever.” he stated, his voice unwavering as he brought his face to yours, seeing your eyes glossy and red, knowing you couldn't think straight right now. The only thing being on your mind was him. “You wanna be a mommy?”

“Y-yeah want your babies, want daddies babies, daddy please, please ple-” you whimpered out, clinging onto his shoulders admiring his body before you met his eyes. Overcome with the feelings you had inside you, wanting him to know as much as you. “Daddy -hahh i lov-e you.” 

“I know baby... i love you too” he returned, placing his lips on yours as he continued fucking into your sloppy little hole that he was the cause of.

He grabs your thighs, spreading them apart more, your hips giving away. Almost lifting you up, fucking into you deeper than before. Your screaming with no noise coming out except gasps because your daddy fucking you so good, making your head spin. And all you can think about is having his babies, wanting him to cum in you so much that it never comes out.

“More” you begged, wanting to feel his cum dripping out of you.

Your orgasm, collecting itself all this time, finally hits you like a shockwave. So unannounced that you completely let go and turn limp and he's still manhandling you, getting himself off.

You don't even feel him stop, just feeling his hot cum pouring inside you before you realize your not being thrusted into anymore. You cunt still clenching around him, milking him for everything he’s got as he tunes you over, not pulling out. You now resting on top of him, both of you breathing heavily as you cum for the nth time feeling it drip down your thighs and onto his balls.

“Are you okay my love?”

You cant even talk now, you voice long gone from crying earlier to him fucking you. You just snuggle into his side, wrapping your arms around his bicep as he strokes your forehead, kissing it before you grab his face.

“Kiss” you pouted using your remaining strength to point to your lips.

He lets out a laugh, leaning down to give you what you want, as always. Breaking the kiss when you let out a moan again; his cock was not hard anymore but still took up all the room in you, if you moved it would move it you. 

He repositions himself deep as he can inside without hurting you before noticing your swollen eyes starting to close. “Goodnight doll, love you.” he softly says kissing your forehead again

“Wait” You mummerd out, not opening your eyes but putting all your attention on him too. Wondering what you were gonna say as your soft sleepy smile appeared on your face. Cheeks all puffed out along with your lips. As you snuggled closer to his, mouth right up at his ear.

“G’night daddy, love you too”

#jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #Nanami smut #jjk smut #jujustu kaisen imagine

[barnesbabee]

collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read  ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

#ateez #ateez smut #jeong yunho #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #kpop #kpop smut #kinktober #ateez kinktober #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez gender neutral #ateez readder insert #ateez reactions #ateez reaction #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez yunho smut #yunho ateez smut

[bellarkeselection]

Buckley Baby

Request from @raveenasblog Buck and reader take care of Maddie's baby and the reader gets attached and finds it difficult to give her back..

I've only finished season 2 so I might not be exact :)

Maddie enters the apartment carrying her baby and a bag in her arms. I get up from the couch wearing a sweatshirt and gym shorts with my hair completely loose. "Hey, Mad's what's up?" She drops her bag at the stairs sitting her sleeping daughter beside me on the couch. "Since you and my brother are off today I need you two to babysit my daughter while I go to work."

Her face shows how tired she is since Chimney isn't speaking to her. Leaving her to raise the baby on her own for some time. Being a 911 operator meant long hours and she couldn't bring the baby to work with her. I felt bad that she's so overwhelmed but her brother and I are both firefighters of 118 so we both understood that sometimes the job takes over.

Speaking of her brother we watched him walk down the stairs. Finishing pulling a red tea shirt over his head smiling at me. "Hey babe...Maddie?" He asks shocked finally reaching the end of the stairs. "Why are you here?" His gaze shifted from his sister to me as I smile down at a still sleeping Jee-Yun.

"Buck, I need you and Y/n to babysit." She told him and he winces at the idea. "Babysitting a baby. You know I'm not good with kids." Flipping my hair over my shoulder I fought his words. "That's not true. You're great with kids. What about Eddie's son?"

Buck aims his index finger to me with a rebuttal. "He's not a baby, Y/n." I playfully roll my eyes back. "Buck Buckley you'll run into a burning fire but you're afraid of what'll happen with an adorable baby." Maddie bats her eyelashes in a begging tone. "Buck please. You'd be helping me out of a jam today."

I gasp remembering one trick that always works on him. Calling him Evan, I'm the only he"ll allow. "Pretty please Evan. I've already gotten so attached to this cutie." I begged cuddling up with Jeee who is now awake and giggling points at her mommy. He runs a hand through his hair smiling at me. "Alright you win Y/n. Just be lucky you're cute." Throwing my fist up in victory maddie laughed leaving us with her daughter.

You know when buck said he wasn't good with babies...it was a totally lie. We've dealt with some dipper and food messes, but she's the best. Buck comes to lay on the bed now wearing a different tea shirt that she threw up on. I'm laying on the bed with little Jee asleep on my chest bringing a smile to my face. Since I was a little girl I new I wanted to have a family of my own. Buck and I have been dating for a year now and he's not been acting like Buck 1.0 as he referred to himself awhile back. We'd never discussed on the idea of having kids before.

"She's just so cute." I grin feeling his eyes watching the both of us before getting up to answer his phone. The conversation was brief because he comes back to whisper. "That was Maddie. Her shift ended early so she's coming to pick up Jee."

Without a second thought I gently wrap my arms around her careful not to wake her up. "No, she can't. I've grown too attached. Buck, call her back and say we're keeping her!" He grins a little before cracking up in laughter at me cuddling deeply with his niece. I stick my tongue out at him until a smirk meets his lips.

"Buck..what are you thinking?" I knew to be suspicious of that look. Usually Bobby would have to yell at him for it because it meant he was going to do something crazy. He crawls back in the bed on his hands and knees catching me by surprise when he deeply kisses me. I barely get any chance to kiss back before he pulls back whispering in my ear. "What if I gave you a baby?"

I pull him backwards so I can see his face with a curious smile I question. "You mean that. I mean we never talked about - are you serious?" He nods staring into my eyes deeply. "Yes, I'm serious. On one condition though."

"Anything, Evan." I nearly squeal at the idea as he rests a hand to my cheek shifting his gaze down to Jee. "You have to give my sister her baby back when she gets here. Do we have a deal, Y/n?"

Pulling his lips down to mine by grabbing the collar of his shirt with my freehand I grinned once we separated. "We have a deal." He grins flopping on his back pulling me and Hee into his side for some last minute cuddles before Maddie gets here.

I can't believe I'm gonna have a baby with him.

#request #evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckley imagine #requests open #asks are always appreciated

[writingsbychlo]

A blurb with the trope “he hates everyone but her”

god I love this trope so fuckin much. I don’t really know where it’s going or where it came from, but enjoy

bucky was pretty sure he hated you

because he hated everyone, really

and why should you be any different?

other than, you know, the fact that he didn’t hate

he really, really didn’t

kinda far from it, actually

he really likes you

he thinks you’re funny, he loves the dark humour you whisper into the comms when you work with he and sam

you also dance with him at parties that sam forces him to go to

and you never take his shit

“oh, shut it, and put that metal arm around me. you came from the age of dancing, so show me your best moves.”

so, yeah, maybe there’s one person he likes

which is even worse, because no

he isn’t ready to handle that

but it really only gets worse because he’s so into you

definitely that “I hate everyone but you” vibe

yelling at sam a lot but going quiet when you come in

and then getting this little smile, and totally forgetting what he was mad about

having a tough time after an assignment and not wanting to see anyone

until you show up and he really doesn’t have the strength to say no

“I’m not being your date to a child’s birthday party.”

“okay... please?”

“fine, but you have to write both of our names on the gift-tag.”

he brings you something after every mission

like, every single one

and you make a shelf to start displaying them all

he would literally cancel anything to hang out with you

“no, no, I wasn’t doing anything important, I’ll grab pizza and come by.”

“I thought you were going to help me paint the shed?”

“oh, yeah.. forgot about that.”

“you brought the paint!”

frowning all the time

but when you pout at him he just gets a little smile

knowing you better than anyone

and trusting you with all of his bad dreams and deep confessions

when you finally get together, it’s a day he’s particularly moody

he’d really not sure why, he just is

and you look so cute pouting at him for being snippy

but he teases you, by pouting right back

until you kiss him and he fucking beams

he lights up like he never has before

he can feel it in himself, he feels like sunshine

until sam teases him

“shut up, eagle.”

“it’s falcon.”

“it’s stupid.”

holding your hand, every time he’s with you

and always choosing to sit next to you, or saving you a seat

“no, that seat is saved.”

“she’s not even coming!”

“she might, and then, she’ll have a seat, right here.”

getting possessive when he’s insecure

pulling you into him by the hips

or throwing his arm over your shoulders, tightly

frowning every time you do something cute like pout at him for kisses

but he always gives in

letting you wear his clothes, and loving when you wear them out of the house

“we, uh- we’re going to lunch. you’re gonna’ wear that?”

“we’re going out for burgers, I don’t think it needs to be formal, buck.”

“yeah, but, it’s mine. they’ll know its mine, they’ll know you’re mine, they’ll know you’re with me, they’ll think-”

“they’ll just think I’m in love with a hot boyfriend who has great shirts.”

“oh.”

somehow feeling like you’ll always be ashamed of him

needing constant reassurance

only ever seeing you, like you’re everything his world focuses on

#SO 11/21 #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #q.

[liesoverthec]

OG 911 Character Details from Canon Pt 2

Hi y’all I’m back! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reblogged the last details post - I sort of just thought people would like it and it would die, so to see it travel and hopefully reach more writers was so great so thank you again!

Details under the cut since I went a little crazy 😅 and if this is your first time seeing this, the first part, and any future parts, can be found under this tag here!

Quick note before I get to the details - always, ALWAYS take details from dialogue or plot over details from the set or props if they contradict each other. The writers have the ultimate say over what happens on the show/for the characters, so whatever they say goes, even if it goes against something props has already laid down (eg, Chim’s birthday, sorry Libra crew. He’s an Aries or a Pisces). So keep that in mind for the future in case some of these details I have which are from props/set are changed in the future, or if you’ve noticed something yourself!

Also if you have questions, I am MORE than happy to answer them, although if you leave them in the tags on this post I’m probably gonna lose them, so if it’s something you’d genuinely like an answer to, drop it in my inbox! Besides my standard “ask” tags, I’m also tagging asks about canon details with this tag here. Every time I make a big post like this, I’m going to link all the asks I’ve gotten since the last post, but if you’re looking for more info in the mean time, that’s the other spot to look!

Buck has a grill on his patio.

Eddie doesn’t hang Christopher’s art on the fridge - instead it is either hung on the corkboard in Chris’ room to the left of the door, or Eddie puts it in an actual frame and hangs it using a hammer/nails in Christopher’s room. All the Diaz family has on their fridge is a bunch of bendy people magnets. (I absolutely ADORE him putting all this effort into treating Christopher’s art like it’s something you’d buy from a professional artist).

Info on everyone’s ages can be found here. (Little more discussion of Chim’s situation here).

Albert has a bachelor’s degree! I don’t know in what though, except that it’s some field for which is a Master’s is useful.

Athena was in a sorority in college, Delta Sigma Theta. Their website describes them as “ ...a sisterhood comprised primarily of Black, college-educated women ... [that] considers the issues impacting the Black community and boldly confronts the challenges of African Americans and, hence, all Americans ”, which I love for Athena, and feel is very in-character for her at that time in her life!

Chim is an aviators dude. When he wears sunglasses, they’re always aviators.

Athena also wears nothing but aviators.

Bobby wears square aviators.

Eddie, on the other hand, always wears Wayfarers.

Buck either doesn’t really like sunglasses or he constantly forgets he owns them, since we’ve only seen him wear them once in 60 eps, in a move I’m pretty sure was ONLY for dramatic effect.

Hen’s sunglasses change style over the seasons like her regular glasses do, but she tends to like browline sunglasses.

Info on Christopher’s school can be found here!

There are two colors of dispatch polo, and there doesn’t seem to be any rhythm or reason for who wears what. Maroon - Maddie and Linda. Blue - Josh and May. Jamal has actually worn both maroon and blue, so it doesn’t seem to be TOTALLY set in stone although I’ve never seen anyone else switch. Sue is too badass to wear a dispatch shirt.

Both Bobby and Eddie drive 4 door pickups. Bobby’s is navy. Eddie specifically has a black, 2020 GMC Denali 1500 pickup truck (in case you want to specifically look up what the inside of it looks like or what features it has 😂)

Info on the 118’s medical certifications can be found here.

Correction to Eddie’s living situation from last post: no next door neighbors, but instead UPSTAIRS neighbors. (Pointed out by Abigail in this ask). Also since someone else was wondering the notes of the last post - no, there is absolutely no discussion on the show of whether or not Eddie rents the apartment or owns it. But based on the fact that it’s 1) LA and 2) an apartment, my guess would be he rents it.

When Maddie isn’t feeling like herself, she tends to straighten her hair rather than curl it. It seems to be more when she’s uncertain about her place in her own and other people’s lives, rather than just when she’s simply worried - eg it’s straight in 2B, when she’s uncertain if she wants to continue working as a dispatcher/is unsure about her relationship with Chim.

For work, Chim, Eddie and Buck all use black duffel bags with a LAFD patch on the top. Hen uses several different cute bags, and Bobby seems to have a plain black duffel bag.

Watches - Bobby, Athena, Chim, Hen and Buck all wear their watch on their left wrist (but Athena ONLY wears hers for work, she takes it off at home.) Eddie wears his on his right wrist, and Maddie doesn’t wear one.

Chim (and Maddie by default) literally still have the exact same couch as in the pilot. (Which means that Chim has cuddled Tatiana on that couch, AND Albert has had sex on it. TIME TO GET A NEW ONE, BUCKLEY-HANS 😂)

The 118 has five different rigs - the engine (E118), the ladder truck (T118), two ambulances and the captain’s truck. 95% of the time, when the team is chilling in the cab of a rig and chatting (eg the ‘stuck under a live telephone pole’ scene in Jinx), they’re in the engine, not the truck. (Which I personally learned recently are NOT interchangeable terms!)

Athena and Michael got married when Athena was 37.

If you’d like to give Maddie a full name beyond “Maddie”, you should use Madeline. (I know, I know, in 4x04 she says Maddie is the name on her birth certificate, and that you should never use props details if they contradict script details, but I always thought that was a super weird exchange in 4x04 which could be explained by Maddie getting a nickname since she was born when Margaret and Phillip, you know, actually loved their kids and showed it, so of course Buck doesn’t get one, and in 4x04, Maddie was trying to avoid the entire issue of why she got one and Buck didn’t. But! Do what you want, and use Madeline as the full version of Maddie if you’d like, since that’s what’s on the BOLO in 2x13 😂)

Athena’s call sign is 727 L30, but she doesn’t have a specific squad car - the number changes throughout the series.

Chim really likes chewing gum, but he’s the only one out of the entire family!

The station has an Xbox One S, and it’s white.

In the real LAFD, there are stations 1 through 114. To avoid confusion while filming on the streets (I’m assuming), our fictional LAFD never uses the number of a real station. So if you want another station for a fic, and you want something that would be real in OUR universe, use the numbers 115 and above. They’ve gone as high as 221 in our universe.

Battalions - station 118 is in Battalion 7, which is also not a battalion in real Los Angeles. The 118 has interacted w/ Battalion 1, which is a real battalion, but other ‘non-real which makes them more likely for our universe’ battalions include numbers: 3, 8, 13, 16, 19 and above.

S1 Buck knew the term Jedi, but based on context, didn’t understand AT ALL the context provided by Star Wars, so there’s another edge of his pop culture limits for you.

Chim is the most tech-savvy out of everyone, hands down.

Athena has a VERY active Twitter account.

Abuela’s house number is 8902. I don’t have a street name for you unfortunately though. :/

Athena’s favorite flowers are white roses. None of the other women are really flower people.

Michael likes to wear purple.

When they’re at a call, Buck does pretty much all of the stuff with the hammer and the saw. Eddie does all the work needed with the drill.

Harry goes to Meadowbrook Elementary.

Buck lives on the fourth floor of his apartment building, across the hall from Apt. 416. The lovely @lovelessmotel found this listing for what is more or less the apartment. What happened was: the set crew rented this apartment for the one episode at the end of s2 when Buck moved in, and then over the summer before s3 built their own set of it, and changed some things - eg giving him an island, and moving the sink to a second counter against the far wall, you can see the changes here in this amazing gif set by the awesome Austen, but the listing should let you click around a little more upstairs and figure out dimensions better than what the show provides!

When Athena and Hen go out to eat together, it’s always fast food burgers and fries.

Waffles are Athena’s favorite food, and tiramisu is her favorite dessert.

Every takeout we’ve seen Buck eat has always been in a Chinese food takeout container, and we know he likes Thai food the best. EXCEPT! The one time we see him eat takeout with Eddie and Christopher, they have pizza. So take from that what you will......

Eddie has a cell phone and a landline.

Chim is a shameless multiple texter.

Chim and Bobby sleep closest to the door in their respective bedrooms (both right side of the bed if you are standing at the foot, facing the headboard), and Athena and Maddie sleep furthest away from the door (left side).

Some canon last names for other firefighters at the station in case you wanna add more people to a fic - Mitchell, Sanchez, Serrano (woman), Porter, Meyers (woman), Maxwell, Voyta

Hen and Karen really love decorating their house with dark/red wood.

Karen is Mommy and Hen is Mama.

Bobby has a brother, and a grandmother, and that’s literally ALL we know about his family outside of Marcy and the kids.

Evidence points to Eddie being the oldest child in his family.

Karen has multiple brothers (no sisters), but no idea how many - just that one of them is named Trey, and one of them lives in LA and has kids. They might be the same brother and they might not be.

Both Hen and Athena are only children.

Athena has been on the police force for 30 years.

Christopher and Denny are the same age (born in 2011), and Harry is two years older than them.

Michael lives in apartment 308.

The bank in this universe is CalAm.

Hen and Karen have a picture of Denny, May and Harry on their fireplace mantel.

Eddie having a black thumb + a lot of plants in his living room = him buying fake plants bc he likes the aesthetic ™ or someone (cough Carla cough) is taking care of them for him.

The COVID timeline in OG’s universe is fucked up compared to the real world’s, so it shouldn’t be used as a way to measure time! They just throw it in wherever it makes sense for the story they want to tell (eg the vaccines in s4 ep 8), since s3 was both done before COVID hit but also airing while it was happening. It makes absolutely no sense for May to graduate in March nor for Chris to be going to what is specifically labeled summer camp, and the vaccine plotline was INCREDIBLY early, even for real life, so don’t use anything from that as a measure of time. I’ve found except in specific examples, eg the two tsunami episodes, it’s very safe to say every episode covers a week - fall holidays on the show line up with their real life counterparts, indicating about the same amount of time is passing for us and them.

On that note - Jee-Yun was born in late January, early February 2021. (Conceived in Pinned, which was end of March/beginning of April, meaning Maddie was around a month along at May’s graduation in May ➡ 42 weeks + 3 days from then = late Jan/early Feb. Which unfortunately means we most likely won’t see her birthday celebrated on screen. If we assume she was conceived on the date Pinned aired, aka the very sexy hotel scene, then January 21st or 22nd would be Jee’s birthday, depending on if she was born after midnight or not.

Buck has had at least one other Jeep between the one Maddie gave him, and the one he has now, which means that when he needs a new car, he is purposefully choosing Jeeps.

I hope this was all as interesting/enjoyable to you as it was to me! And just to repeat - I love answering questions so pls let me know if you have any at all ❤

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 5) - Date Night

Summary: The reader and Jensen go on their first fancy date together before attending a nanny happy hour the next night. The reader makes a new friend there to Jensen’s dismay but someone from the past will come along and change things between the new couple...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, lying, angst, mention of past child abuse/assault, fluff

A/N: This a rough one, not gonna lie. Enjoy!

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Friday Night

“Y/N, I’m downstairs when you’re ready,” said Jensen through your closed bedroom door.

“I’ll be there in five,” you said.

“See you in fifteen,” he chuckled before he walked away. You walked back into your bathroom, looking over your hair in a bun. It looked like a freaking messy bun actually. You should have done it down and in big flowy waves instead. You pouted and smoothed out your dress. Of course you were bloated and you’d nicked your leg more than once shaving earlier. 

“It’s Jensen,” you said to yourself, taking a deep breath. “He’s never even seen you in makeup before. You’re fine. He’s not gonna say anything.”

You forced yourself out of the bathroom and slipped on your heels, your clutch in your hand. You wobbled for a step or two on the carpet but did better once you were out in the hardwood hall. Ten seconds later you were downstairs, heading over to the foyer area. 

“All set?” you asked, Jensen spinning around. He smiled as he stared, eyes looking you up and down more than once, not even trying to hide it.

“Y/N, you look pretty,” said Arrow as she rushed in from the family room. 

“Yes she does,” said Jensen. “We’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okie dokie,” she said, wandering off with a little wave.

Half an hour later you were sat at a table in a very nice restaurant, Jensen tugging on his collar. His cheeks were slightly pink but it wasn’t from the cold outside. 

“So...what’s a good wine?” you asked, sliding the drink list over to him. “I’m not really good with the names.”

“You like red or white?” he asked.

“Normally red,” you said. “You?”

“I like a Merlot,” he said. “You like dry?”

“Sure,” you said. 

“We’re not going dutch tonight you know right. This is all on me.”

“We can go dutch, Jensen.”

“I asked you out and this is fancy, even for me. My treat, okay?” he asked.

“Alright,” you said, looking around the restaurant and over in the distance to the bar. “You know I could go for a lemon drop actually.”

He smirked and set the list down, a waiter coming by. He ordered a gin and tonic for himself while you got your cocktail, Jensen breaking off part of a breadstick from the basket. 

“Bread’s good,” he said with his mouth full.

“So. Ackles,” you said, picking up a piece and tearing off a chunk with your teeth. He stared and started to laugh to himself. “Ah, there’s my sweet guy.”

“Thought you were gonna say boyfriend for a second.”

“This is our second official date,” you said. “So. Boyfriend.”

“Yes girlfriend?” he chuckled.

“What’s an appetizer look like in a place like this? Like a tiny cube of cheese with some dressing they’re gonna charge twenty bucks for or something like that?”

“You’re goofy,” he said, a big smile stuck on his face. “Uh, they probably have something like that. There’s normally some kind of bread olive oil bowl option.”

“Fancy people eat like a starving college student apparently,” you said. He tried to hide his laugh as your waiter brought over the drinks and a pair of menus. “Excuse me but can you recommend an appetizer? We’re both new to town and are wondering what you think is a good choice.”

“You can’t go wrong with our sourdough and seasoned oil dipping sauce,” he said. You glanced at Jensen and smiled. “The artichoke spinach dip and tartar crackers are also quite lovely.”

“Do you have anything with a little more substance? We’re quite starving,” said Jensen.

“The fried calamari and crab cake poppers combo is a great option,” he said.

“What’s calamari?” you asked.

“Squid, miss,” said the waiter.

“We’ll have that combo,” said Jensen.

“Perfect. I’ll put that in and be back shortly to get your dinner orders,” he said. He took off and you made a face at Jensen.

“Squid?” you asked.

“It’s fried. Trust me, it’s pretty good,” he said. “I could go for a good steak. You see a filet on here yet?”

“Uh,” you said, eyes scanning the page and seeing most everything was something you’d never heard of. 

“There it is,” he said. “I’m getting that and scalloped potatoes. See anything you want to try?”

“Uh, why does half of this seem like it’s a foreign language to me?” you asked. Jensen looked at his menu and chuckled.

“That would be because it’s in French. We’re in Canada and this is a french restaurant.”

“Oh. Gotcha,” you said. He got up and leaned over the back of your chair, glancing at the page.

“These are soups and salads,” he said, pointing near the top. “Sandwiches. Pasta. Main dishes down here.”

“Uh, maybe pasta?” you said. He knelt down and read off the dishes to you one by one, your waiter returning by the time he was just finishing.

“Anything I can assist you with?” he asked.

“I’ll have the fettuccine alfredo with chicken please,” you said, handing the menu to him, Jensen returning to his seat.

“Face principale?” he asked. You stared at Jensen and he smiled.

“She doesn’t speak French,” said Jensen.

“My apologies miss. What would you like for your main side dish?” asked the waiter. “Steamed vegetables, scalloped potatoes, lobster bisque-”

“I’ll have the vegetables,” you said. Jensen ordered and the waiter went to get your appetizer, a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think twice about the French thing.”

“Kinda hot that you know French,” you said. “I should try to learn it if we’re gonna be up here for a few months.”

“I’m an idiot and I learned it so you’ll do just fine picking it up,” he said. 

“So where’d you learn in the first place?”

“I’m stuffed,” you said, plopping your napkin from your lap onto the table awhile later. Jensen took the last bite of the piece of mouse pie, licking his lips as he finished. “This might have been the best alfredo I’ve ever had.”

“I enjoyed it. Mostly I enjoyed listening to you talk,” he said. You blushed and looked away, Jensen letting out a small hum. “It’s funny. Doesn’t really feel like just a second date, does it.”

“No, not really,” you said. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re friends first.”

“Well I definitely like being friends with you,” he said. 

“Me too, Jensen.” 

“Want to get out of here?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, the two of you outside a few minutes later wrapped up in your coats. Your feet were cold in just your heels, Jensen’s arm wrapping around your waist when you almost slipped more than once. It was slow going back to the car, especially when it started to snow lightly.

“You know, that dress would still look hot with winter boots,” he chuckled. 

“Sorry,” you said.

“No apology necessary. I got freaking dress shoes on and my feet are cold. I can’t imagine how you’re holding up,” he said.

“The perils of being a woman,” you said.

“Well, no need to impress me is all I’m saying. I ain’t looking at your feet anyways,” he said.

“Oh well in that case I’ll wear some nice baggy sweats next date.”

“Please do,” he said. 

“You really don’t care, do you.”

“I think you look beautiful tonight. But I think you look beautiful every night. You did your hair and makeup and this is stunning, don’t get me wrong. But she’s not more beautiful than the girl at home with hair tossed up all messy walking around in oversized shirts and leggings. It’s like flowers. Both are pretty but one isn’t more pretty than the other.”

“Where the fuck did I find you?”

“At my house,” he chuckled. You whacked his arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Almost back to the car. I’ll blast the heat for us when we’re in there.”

“Thanks Jensen.”

“Thank you for the date, honey. I mean it. We’ll do it again sometime. Promise.”

Saturday Night

“Your boyfriend seems pissed,” said Brandon. You sipped up the last of your beer, glancing over to the bar where Jensen was tapping his finger. 

“He’s fine,” you said. “So any good parks around the west side of town?”

“Center Grove is always my choice. Good playground, nice area, cops routinely are around. Parking can kinda be a bitch sometimes but it’s worth it in my opinion. My kids love it.”

“You’ve been their nanny for five years you said?”

“Mhm,” he said, knocking back the last of his drink. “Shawn’s mom is their mom’s best friend.”

“Oh. So you had an in already.”

“You know long term gigs are the way to go in this job,” he said. “Not too many American girls come up here. Your accent is cute.”

“Is it, eh?” you chuckled.

“Like I’ve never heard that one before,” he said, Jensen walking back with two beers and a clenched jaw. 

“You okay?” you asked as he sat it down in front of you.

“I’m fine,” he said, taking a long sip. Brandon slid off his seat and made a face. 

“I need a refill anyways. Nice meeting you Y/N. We gotta hang some time,” he said as he walked away.

“For sure,” you said, Jensen rolling his eyes behind his back. “Jensen what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he said.

“Well you obviously have a problem with Brandon.”

“I don’t have a problem with him. I have a problem with my girlfriend flirting with another guy.”

“I was not flirting. I’m trying to make new friends. It was your idea to come to this thing tonight anyways.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“In case I wasn’t clear, I’m not the kind of guy where I’m okay with you dating multiple people at once. I don’t get that not exclusive shit.”

“I’m with you and only you. I was being nice. Geez, let’s just go,” you said. You got up and pulled your coat on, bumping into a guy on the way out. He turned and apologized, staring at you a little long.

“Y/N?” he asked, a big smile on his face. “My Y/N?”

“Dad?” you said, his face much older looking than you remembered but his eyes still the same.

“Dad?” said Jensen. You brushed past your dad and outside, Jensen hot on your heels. 

“Y/N,” your dad said as he left the bar. 

“Stay away from me,” you said. “Jensen I want to go home right now.”

“What-”

“Right fucking now!”

He held up his hands and you walked around the block to the car, getting inside and Jensen taking off.

“So your dad’s alive huh,” he said. You stared out the dark window with crossed arms. “So is everything I know about you bullshit?”

“What?”

“Is literally anything you’ve ever told me true? Your dad obviously didn’t die when you were a kid. All those late night talks about family and shit, you just like to fuck with people or something?”

“I was not flirting with Brandon you asshole. You didn’t need to know my whole life story the second I meet you.”

“Oh. Okay. Just your fake life story then, huh?” he said. You shook your head as he got stuck at a red light. “If I can’t trust you, I can’t employ you let alone date you.”

“Whatever,” you said. He drove in silence until you were out of the city, going along quieter roads. You were close to the house when he suddenly turned right towards the local park and stopped in the lot, putting the car in park. He touched your arm and you turned, Jensen leaning over and kissing you roughly, far more roughly than you thought he was capable of. You blinked when he pulled back, Jensen looking you up and down. 

“He won’t hurt you.”

“What?”

“Did he walk out on you and your mom?” he asked. “You told him to stay away from you. Sort of shouted it at him. Maybe you lied but maybe...I’m sorry I got jealous of Brandon. I’m still scared and I think you’re still scared too and that’s okay. If you lied about your dad, I’m gonna trust you have a good reason for it. I’m sorry for what I said. I trust you and I don’t want to know what my life is like without you in it.”

“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “I forgive you.”

“You don’t have to tell me what happened,” he said. “We can just go home, okay?”

“Why’d you pull over?”

“Because I knew I didn’t mean it and I knew I overreacted. I said I’d mess up when we started. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I’m 42 with three kids. Brandon is thirty and young and stronger than I am and can go out to the bar whenever he wants. You have options. You don’t have to settle for me.”

“If I’d wanted to settle, I’d have married my ex. What I wanted was the guy that forgives me for not telling him the whole story cause I’m not ready to say it. I want the guy that makes me happy and feel like I have a teenage crush but it’s deeper than that. You’re not the settle for option, Jensen. Why don’t you get that?”

“The last time I felt like this, I married the girl,” he said quietly. “That didn’t turn out so well.”

“You didn’t get the time you deserved with her. It doesn’t mean it ended badly. You loved her and she knew it. She wants you to be happy again, whether it’s me or somebody else.”

“See? That’s the shit that tells me...it tells me to keep falling for you. I’m so sorry for how I acted tonight.”

“I lied about my dad and not a little white one either,” you said with a nod. You turned away and felt his hand on your cheek. “So much of what I told you was a lie.”

“You don’t have to tell me the truth right now, Y/N.” He stroked your cheek and you glanced over, meeting his soft green eyes.

“My mom died giving birth to me,” you said, Jensen nodding. “He hated me for it. Hated me. He would hurt me when I was a toddler. When I was four he started doing...other things.”

“Four?” he breathed out.

“I didn’t know it wasn’t normal. Not until I started school. I was scared though so I never said anything. One of my friends mom’s realized what was going on when I was over playing one day. He went away and lost custody. I went into foster care briefly and got adopted when I was eight. Single mom who’d lost her husband young. That’s my mom. She was a kind person. Ray was always good to her and to me. But I asked him not to adopt me after she was gone and he knew it was because I was still scared of a dad again. Being a nanny, I’ve met fathers that look at me and I just know what was going through their head. I reported him and kinda fucked up their family situation but-”

“That was the right thing to do,” he said.

“I know it was. I’ve just...I’ve had more than one guy and even a woman walk in on me changing or into my bathroom and it’s like, she’s just the help, nobody cares. They don’t touch so it’s like...what can I even do? Then my house before this one, the guy tried getting in my shower with me and I shoved him and he broke his arm and I just don’t understand why so many people think I’m just a piece of meat. Even my ex never got why it bothered me so much. They didn’t touch me so what was wrong with it? He just didn’t get it. He would get mad if I wasn’t in the mood for sex. Nobody ever fucking gets it except you who I lied to and pissed off tonight and without a word of an explanation why, you say you won’t let somebody hurt me. Do you get why you’re the opposite of fucking settling Jensen?”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t Jensen.”

“How?”

“Because you’re a good person. You’re so gentle and kind. I know you’re strong and tough but I see it everyday. You should never be worried about how your kids will turn out. If they are half as good as you are they’ll be fucking great people. Your daughters aren’t gonna put up with shit and your son is gonna be kind to everyone and say fuck you to the toxic guys out there. I can already tell the kind of person you are through them and it’s a good one. A really good one.”

“I’m not the only good person in their lives,” he said. You sniffled and looked down, Jensen’s hand sliding under your chin and tilting it up. “You don’t have to apologize for not telling me all of that. Never apologize for not telling me that. Okay?”

“I never told anyone about…the other stuff,” you said, wanting to look down but Jensen’s hand holding your chin up.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sorry it took you so long to find people that would protect you.”

“You mean…” He nodded and dropped his hand away, running it over your head. “You’re not gonna like, go back and kick his ass are you?”

“Want me to? I’m very tempted at the moment,” he said.

“I just want to go home. I could use one of those hugs right now.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight? Just to stay, nothing more.” You nodded and he kissed your forehead, a tiny smile crossing your face. Ten minutes later you were home and the babysitter was gone, Jensen pulling you into his room next to yours. You blew your nose in his bathroom and washed off your face, lifting your head to find a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his shirts on the vanity beside you. He smiled as he ducked out, leaving you to change. You let your hair down and took off your bra before you walked out and saw his blanket on the opposite side of the bed. “Warm enough?”

You spun around as he walked inside and you nodded, Jensen pulling you into a hug. 

“I’m sorry for how I was at the bar,” you said.

“I was the one that overreacted, not you,” he said. You felt goosebumps on your arms and he pulled away to turn up the heat, nodding over to the bed. The covers were flung back and you climbed underneath, Jensen getting in on his side. His arm wrapped over your waist and pulled your chest close to his, face only inches away. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. No one will hurt you again. I promise.”

You moved closer to him, resting your forehead against his.

“Remember last Saturday when we were on the trampoline and you talked about those safety nets,” you said.

“Yes, I do.”

“You’re a really good net,” you said softly.

“So are you,” he murmured. He kissed the tip of your nose and you shut your eyes. “What’d you want to be when you were little?”

“A princess,” you said. He chuckled and you smiled. “I wanted a prince to come take me away and everything would be just fine.”

“Really?”

“Princesses were always happy at the end of the movie,” you said. “They got the boy and they were happy. Then I grew up and prince charming doesn’t exist.”

“Cause you’re not a damsel in distress. You didn’t need the prince to save you.”

“But the prince would have made life so much easier.”

“I’m partial to badass princesses myself,” he said. You opened your eyes and he was smiling.

“I’ve never noticed your freckles before.”

“They come out more when I spend some time in the sun.” You moved a hand up and traced under his eye, Jensen nuzzling into his pillow. “Make you a deal. If the badass princess saves me, the scared prince will save her too.”

“Okay,” you said. You kissed him lazily, Jensen smiling through it. 

“Do you want to be a nanny forever?”

“Not forever. It’s an easy way to feel like you have a family when you don’t.”

“Now you do,” he said.

“Jensen you don’t know if this will work out.”

“I do and you do and we’ll take it slow anyways,” he said. “Which is why I’m asking do you want to be a nanny forever.”

“Why?”

“Because maybe someday I won’t need one,” he said. 

“I thought about being an elementary school teacher when I was eighteen for a hot second.”

“You did? You’d be amazing.”

“Pay in Texas is crap though. I make more as a nanny.”

“If money wasn’t an issue though, would you want to be a teacher still?”

“Anything at all?” you asked, Jensen nodding, nose brushed against yours. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“You okay?” he asked, reluctantly letting you out of bed.

“I’m good. I want to show you something,” you said. You slipped out of the room and down the hall to the playroom, picking up a book. Jensen was sat up in bed when you returned and crawled under the covers. You handed him the book and he smiled.

“I don’t remember buying this,” he said, flipping it over. “There’s no serial code on it.”

“You can’t buy it. I wrote a children’s book and printed a few copies for myself,” you said.

“You wrote a book?” he asked, flipping through it. “Did you draw this?”

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen staring at you. “I don’t know if it’s any good. I never tried publishing it.”

“You want to write children’s books, don’t you?” he said, starting to read the story.

“I have a number of them written out. I would make up the stories for kids at bedtime and decided to write them down. It’s kinda like whinnie the poo, that age group, you know? Same group of characters but different stories,” you said.

“These are adorable,” he said, turning another page. You were quiet while he read through for a few minutes, Jensen smiling when he shut the book. “I’ve never read a children’s book where they deal with the loss of a parent.”

“The kids really like it,” you said.

“You should publish this. Seriously. It’s cute and I’m a grown ass man and it made me feel better about Dee.”

“It’s just a story,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I make stories for a living. This whole place would fall apart without stories. This is good. You should consider trying to get it published.”

“Maybe if that nanny job doesn’t work out I will,” you said. 

“Do you mind if I keep this?” he asked.

“Not at all. I gave it to JJ in the first place.”

“Thanks. I want to read this to the twins tomorrow,” he said. He set it on the nightstand and slid back down, pulling you with him. “Why’d the mom fox die in the story? I would have expected the dad wolf considering…”

“Wish fulfillment for a nice father,” you said. “Plus I like drawing the wolf.”

“I like him. He’s fluffy,” chuckled Jensen. “Is that why you asked if I carry a picture of my kids when we met?”

“I’m done with asshole parents. If they treat their kids like shit they sure as hell aren’t gonna treat me any better. You seemed like a good guy. Good guys tend to do that kind of thing.”

“I’m not always good.”

“Yeah, you are,” you said. You shut your eyes and nuzzled close to him, Jensen letting out a soft hum. “You okay? With me being here.”

“Very. Feeling better after everything that happened?”

“Mhm,” you said. “I’m still sorry I lied to you.”

“Did you ever lie about your mom?” he asked. “I mean aside from the fact she adopted you, did you lie about her?”

“No.”

“Then you didn’t lie, not really. I’m sorry it came out like that. You should have been able to tell me in your own time.”

“You still would have been angry,” you said. 

“I still would have come to my senses too. I’m not perfect. I never was.”

“I don’t want someone perfect,” you said. Your head rested against his chest and you let out a soft sigh.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said. He kissed the top of your head and tucked it under his chin, adjusting the blankets once before he stilled.

“Goodnight, Jensen.”

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A/N: Read Part 6 here!

#spn #supernatural #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #jensen ackles au #rpf #jensen series #rpf series #jensen ackles x reader #spn fanfic #jensen fanfic #jensen ackles fanfic #supernatural fanfiction

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I’m Yours, You’re Mine | 3

Word Count: 2.7k

Genre: Smut, future angst

Warnings: Cheating, yandere!felix, sub!felix, kinda sub!chan, dom!reader, kinda-public sex, vibrating butt plugs, blowjob, handjob, kinda voyeourism, messy.

Gif Credit

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"How about this one, babe?" Chan holds out a black shirt for you to see.

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s predictable wardrobe choices. “You literally have seven shirts like this in your closet.”

“Yeah but this one has a white line here.” He points to it and you sigh, shrugging. “Sure, whatever, try it on.”

“Okay.” He smiles happily and goes into the changing room.

You have more interesting things to do while he’s in there. Conspiratorially, you turn towards the blonde boy accompanying you and Chan on this shopping trip, and you spot him browsing through a rack of clothes. Smirking, you take out your phone and open the app you have that controls the butt plug you had put inside his ass before leaving the house. As soon as you turn it on, he jolts, dropping the shirt that was in his hand.

“Is everything okay, Lixie?” You walk over to his hunched form as he reaches out for the fallen shirt. Shakingly, he puts it back in its place and tugs on your sleeve. "Noona, please no more."

You’d been teasing him the whole day, making sure to keep him hard for a couple of hours now, barely giving him a break before you turned on the device once again. Luckily, you had made him wear a huge hoodie that covered up his crotch entirely so no one can see how aroused he constantly is. 

“Why not? I love watching you squirm, baby boy." You purr, turning up the speed on the butt plug and watching him writhe in front of you. He looks at you with his wet kitty eyes, and pleads for mercy. “I’m so fucking wet right now, I’m going to leak through my clothes.” 

“Language, Lixie! Don’t be a filthy boy.” 

"What do you think?" Chan suddenly steps out of the dressing room, modeling the new shirt for you.

“Looks great.” You answer absentmindedly, all your focus on the boy struggling to stay still beside you, but Chan doesn’t notice. 

“See? You can never go wrong with black.” He nods to himself, satisfied with his choice, and goes back into the room. 

Felix whines out from behind you, tugging on your hand and pulling it between your bodies so he can press your palm against his crotch. "Take me to the bathroom."

You turn towards him and hook your finger under the little pink collar you had made him wear with your initials hidden on the bottom side of it, pulling his head down towards you. "I'm not going to a dirty bathroom to jerk you off just because you're too dumb and slutty to control yourself."

“But noona--” His protest gets cut off by Chan’s voice, “Hey, is something wrong?” 

You let go of Felix and step away from him, shrugging. “I was just teasing Lixie about his little fetish.” You joke, referring to the roasting Felix had gotten from Chan over the collar you gave him--not that Chan knows that part. 

“He has to be getting up to some freaky shit behind our backs.” Chan chuckles, and you smirk, shutting the butt plug off. “You’re telling me. Anyway, I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.”

"Alright I'll quickly pay for this then we can go."

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As you and Felix sit down at the table waiting for Chan to bring you the food, you have more opportunity to mess with the freckled boy. He watches you warily as you take out your phone, and just to rub it in his face, you lock eyes with him and smile evilly as you turn the device back on. 

“Noona, please.” 

“Please stop or please keep going?” You taunt, but before he can answer, he gets interrupted by someone’s excited call of his name. "Felix! Hey!" She shouts, rushing over to you.

Like a fish caught out of water Felix gapes, struggling to answer her. “H-hi, Arin.”

"Are you okay, Lixie?" She asks once he gets closer and notices his flustered state. Resting her hand on his back, she presses the back of the other one to his forehead. "You're burning up!" 

"I'm fine." He blushes, recoiling slightly from her touch but doesn't take her hands off him.

"Aren't you going to introduce us, Lix?" You cut in sharply, annoyed at how touchy the girl is with him. At hearing your voice, he jumps and brushes the girl's hands away finally. 

"Ah, yeah… noona, this is Arin. We go to college together."

"We go to college together? That's it? I'm offended, Lixie. We're way more than that." She flirts, and your eye twitches at the way she keeps touching him and calling him by your favorite nickname for him.

"That's cute." Your voice has a clear edge to it and the girl looks you up and down. "And you are?"

Felix stares at you, not knowing what to say so you answer for him, and the smile you give the girl is sickly sweet. "I'm his girlfriend."

Both their jaws drop at that. 

"Is that true, Lixie?" She whips her head towards him, and he stutters in answer. "Y-yes." 

"Now if you don't mind. I was having a date with my boyfriend." You say pointedly and she huffs, giving you another dirty look. "Whatever. See you later, Felix." She huffs before stomping away.

"Noona?" He looks at you curiously, and somewhat hopefully. "Why did you say that?"

You brush him off. "I was just messing with her."

He frowns at you, unconvinced. "It seemed to be more than that."

"Don't be silly, Lixie." You dismiss him again, and to distract him, you increase the speed of the vibrator even more.

He jumps, squeezing his eyes shut and taking a second to gather his thoughts. “Please do something… anything. I could cum if you just touched me with your foot.”

“That’s disgusting, Felix. Have you no shame?” You scold him, your foot going up his legs and teasing along his inner thigh but staying away from his crotch. Felix shakes his head and squirms around, trying to wiggle down so your foot can reach his dick. “Please!”

"Stop humping the chair. You're embarrassing me." You say even as you turn up the speed more. He doesn’t stop, just spreading his legs wider and reaching out to clasp his hands around yours, choked moans bubbling in his throat. “Please, just a little touch and I’ll cum for you, noona.”

"And you're just gonna sit there in your soiled boxers while we eat with chan?" 

He nods, and coo sympathetically, reaching a hand out to cup his cheek and he melts into it. "Oh, you poor dumb slut. You want it that bad?"

“Yes!” He gasps out pathetically, but you wriggle your hands out of his hold and turn off the butt plug. “That’s too bad because Channie is back.”

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When you get home, you intend to slip away from Chan to mess with Felix more. After all, you haven’t been unaffected from all the teasing you made him go through, and you were eager to give the both of you what you need. But Chan had a different idea. 

Once Felix had scurried to his room, Chan pulls you down on the couch with him and attacks you with a kiss, his hands touching all over your body. 

“Woah, what has gotten into you?” You pull away from the kiss, laughing. 

“I wanted to fuck you all morning.” He explains, smothering your neck in kisses. 

"But Channie, Lix will see." You whine, your eyes automatically moving to the boy’s door, and you gasp quietly as you meet his dark gaze watching you and Chan on the couch.

"Let him see." He persists, palming your breast roughly in his large hand, but you put your hands on his chest and push him away. “No.”

“But I’m really horny.” He whines, not letting go and trying to appeal to you. 

“That’s not my problem.”

“Don’t be like that, baby.” He pleads, pressing his hard dick against your thigh. “I need you.” 

Something about his tone sparks curiosity in you and you run your hands through his hair and tug tightly at it, shuddering at the small moan that escapes his mouth. “You need me that bad?”

“Yes, baby. Need you so bad.” He groans, humping your thigh.

“Stand up.” You order and his face falls. “Baby--”

“I’m gonna blow you.” 

He gulps down his words and scrambles to get up, standing in front of you eagerly. You reach out your hands and undo his pants, freeing his member from his boxers and stroking it slowly. “I’m going to blow you, but you have to be good for me.”

“Are you trying to dom me again?” He grumbles and you shrug, teasing the head of his cock with your thumb. “You can just go jerk yourself off in the shower if you want.”

“No!” He interjects, desperate. 

“Then be good.” You deadpan, stroking his dick in the way you know he likes. “It’s not hard. All you have to do is to stay still. You’re not allowed to move your hands or your hips. Understood?”

 Disgruntled, he agrees. “Ugh, fine. But don’t touch my ass.”

You smirk triumphantly. “Good boy.” 

Before he can moan about it, you put your mouth on him, shutting him up. “Ahh, that’s it, baby.”

You smile to yourself as you bob your head along his length, taking a little more in your mouth each time. When the tip of his dick hits the back of your throat, he bucks his hips, grunting out in appreciation and you immediately remove your mouth off him. 

“No, why?”

“What did I say about moving?” You snort, visibly not pleased with how fast he seemed to forget your orders. 

“Right. I won’t move again.” He grabs your head and attempts to your mouth back on his cock but you slap his hand away and glare at him. “I also said no touching. If you can’t even listen to simple instructions then I’ll stop.”

“No! Fuck... I’ll listen, okay?” He curses, running his hand through his hair and looking away, a light blush on his face. “I’m just not used to this.” 

“It’s okay. I’ll hold your hands down and all you have to do is just not move your hips. How about that?” You ask gently, pinning his hands to his sides and moving your mouth inches away from his dick, licking your lips as you look up at him. “Can you do that, baby?”

“Y-yeah.” 

“Good boy.” You kiss the head of his cock and he shudders. Hazarding a glance at Felix’s room, you see him still watching you, but to your surprise, he’s not touching himself. He’s just standing there, stock still as he watches your every move. It unnerves you a bit, his expressionless face, but you shrug it off and focus on the man in front of you. 

“Tell me when you’re about to cum.” You order, taking Chan in your mouth again and bobbing your head along his length. This time when he reaches your throat, he doesn’t move, tensing his thighs to keep them in place as his dick goes down your throat. 

You feel the muscles in his arms clench hard under your fingers as he gasps and moans above you, your throat spasming around his dick driving him crazy. 

“Ah--ahh--close!” He moans, his voice high and breathy and it’s the first time you hear him sound like that. Normally, he’d just grunt and growl as he fucked you, never allowing you to see him slip. So this is like Christmas for you, and you double down on your efforts, making sure to suck and swallow around him to push him over the edge. “Cum---cumming!”

You pull away just as he cum, resting your lips against the underside of his dick, and his cum lands all over your lips and chin. Chan stares at you, enchanted.

You smirk, the cum dribbling down your chin and onto the ground. “Did you like that, Channie?” 

He nods and you smile, releasing his arms. “See? It wasn’t that bad.” 

“It’s--I don’t know--” His face turns red and his ears burn. “I need to take a shower.” 

He pulls his pants back on quickly and scurries towards the bathroom, leaving you chuckling. 

Feeling Felix’s searing gaze on you, you look to see him still standing there in the same place. Wiping your chin with your hand, you gesture to Felix to come closer. When he steps in front of you, you use your clean hand to pull his sweats and boxers down then pull his big hoodie up his chest, ordering him to hold it there and exposing his hard dick for you. You go to wrap your soiled hand around it but Felix’s hand darts out and grabs you by the wrist. You raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you being naughty, Lix?” 

He swallows hard, staring at you head on, his grip on your wrist unrelenting. 

“Let go, Felix.” You hiss. 

“I want your mouth.” He demands insolently, and you scoff.  "And what makes you think you deserve that?"

He flips your hand to show your palm stained with the white cum. "You just sucked Chan off."

"Chan is my boyfriend."

"I can be your boyfriend. You just told Arin I was." 

"It was a joke, Felix." You answer defensively, but he clearly doesn’t believe you. "No. You were jealous." 

"Don't be delusional." You grab his dick with your other hand, clenching your hand around it tightly. "You're nothing more than my little whore." 

He looks away, jaw clenched and darkness to his eyes. 

“You will look at me, slut.” You snarl at him, slapping his dick. He obeys, and you regret your order, the full weight of his rage and resentment bearing down on you. But you don’t back down, you can’t. Finally freeing your other hand from his grip, you use both to jerk him off, Chan’s cum making the slide very easy. 

“Moan for me. I want to hear your slutty moans.” You demand, your hands twisting around his cock, milking him, but he bites down on his lips, refusing to let out a sound. 

“Felix, are you being a bad boy? You know I don’t like bad boys.” You scold and you see his face twitch, your words finally breaking through to him. “Come on, where is my good kitten?”

He helplessly lets out a little whine, and you smile encouragingly, dragging your hands up and down his dick deliberately, watching him slowly break under your ministrations. “Yeah, that’s it. Let me hear more of your pretty voice, kitty.” 

“Noona…” He whimpers. 

“Yes, pretty boy? You want to get your reward for doing good today?” 

He looks at you pitifully and nods. “Please, noona.” 

“Okay, baby. You can let go.” You let one of your hands fall between his legs to cup and play with his balls while the other one picks up the pace on his cock. “Cum for noona, Lixie.” 

“Can I cum on your face, noona?” He pleads, but you see through him. He’s obviously still upset about Chan so you decide to give him a break. “How about you cum in my mouth?” 

He gasps at that and looks at you like you gave him the whole world. “Can I?”

“Yes, baby, get it all in noona’s mouth. I’ll swallow it all.” You direct the head of his cock towards your open mouth, and push your tongue out to catch everything. The scene alone makes him fall from the edge right away. 

“Thank you...ahhh--thank you, noona.” He cries, ropes of cum shooting out of his dick and covering your tongue. When there is no more coming out, you pull your tongue in your mouth, rolling it this way and that, teasing him.

“Noona, please.” He whimpers, scooping up some of the cum that had dribbled down your chin, and pushing it back in your mouth. When his fingers are inside your mouth, you close down on them and swallow. 

“Fuck, noona.” Felix whines as you swallow around him, making his cock stir. “You’re making me hard again.”

You pull his fingers out of your mouth with a pop, and lick your lips clean. “No more cummies for you, baby boy. You’ll have to earn more.” 

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A/N: next chapter is the somnophilia one!

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[serendipityrogers]

sunday’s with a solider || b. barnes

part one 

summary: after a good date with bucky, (y/n) figures out who she’s really getting involved with. 

pairing: bucky barnes x female!librarian!reader 

warnings: kissing (??), swearing

an: im honestly speechless, the first part of this series has 150+ notes! i’m so happy you guys liked it! i’m debating on make this a three or a four-part series, please let me know what you think, but there will definitely be at least another part. one of the next, or the next, will include some spice, if you know what i mean. and who do y’all want me to write about next? im thinking mr. steve rogers. 

tags: @biixlv​

“Please tell me you’re a booth person and not a table person.” You chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Uh, yeah.” He laughed and rolled his eyes at you. He began walking towards one of the booths. You followed happily behind him, scooting into the opposite side of the booth. He pulled off his hat and both his gloves, setting them on the seat next to him. You propped your head on the palm of your hands, stopping yourself from looking at his metal hand, you weren’t even sure if it was metal.

The diner was one that had been in this town for, at least, forty years, and it definitely showed its age. It was trying to be a ‘retro diner’ in the eighties, so that aged it another thirty years. You grew up coming here with your family, the food was good, and you thought the inside was cute. The building was longer than it was wide, and the floor reminded you of a checkerboard. There was a long bar on the left, space for waiters to maneuver, and a long panel of metal enclosing the kitchen portion. Bright red bar stools were implemented into the floor, screwed into the floor, every two feet or so. On the right, were five or six booths, the same shade of red as the bar stools, big enough for about four people max. 

“Hey, sugar!” A familiar voice chirped to your left. Your eyes met a familiar pair of green ones, and a smile immediately filled your face. “Hey, Mabel!” You cooed, half-standing under the table and wrapping your arms around her small, fragile frame. She smelled like coffee and smoke, as she always did. The two of you pulled away, and her eyes instantly went to Bucky. “Who's your friend?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at you. “Mabel, this is my friend James. James, this is Mabel.” You explained, quickly introducing the two. He smiled at her and stuck out his ‘normal’ hand to give her a handshake, which she was very fond of. 

“Well, it is great to meet you, James! What can I get you to drink?” She had abandoned her notepad well before you were born, her ability to just remember someone’s order still amazed you. “Coffee please, no sugar or creamer please.” She smiled at him, and turned back towards me, “Regular for you, dear?” She asked, and you smiled, scrunching up your eyes and nose. She practically pranced away with a huge smile on her face. Bucky chuckled, pulling you from your thoughts, turning your head back towards him. His eyes were scanning over the faded laminated menu.

“How do you know Mabel?” He asked, looking up and unzipping his jacket, pulling it off his abdomen and onto the seat beside him, with his gloves and hat. “I grew up coming here with my family, she’s known me since I was in my mother’s stomach.” You explained, pointing to a picture above the bar. It was pretty faded after sitting in direct sunlight for over two decades, but it was a picture of Mabel, your mom, your dad, and you, you all had on party hats. “I had my first ten birthdays at this diner.” Bucky squinted his eyes and smiled once he made out the picture of baby you. 

“That’s awesome.” He said looking back at you. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mabel cut him off. “Here is that coffee, Mr. James.” She slid the coffee in front of him, “And a regular for you, (Y/M/N).” She wiped her hands on her apron, “What can I get you two to eat?” Bucky looked at me, wanting me to order first. “We’ll both take the ‘67.” You smiled. She copied, “You got it, dearie.” And she walked away. Bucky cleared his throat, “Just trust me, Bucky,” You chuckled, placing your hands on top of his, “You’re gonna love it.” He paused for a moment, “I’ll hold you to that.” He winked at you. Did he just wink at you? Was he flirting? You immediately shot back at a wink and a flirty response, “Deal.”

The two of you ate and chatted for about an hour and a half. “Okay, you were right, that was the best food I’ve ever had.” He said, stacking your plates and utensils together, making it easier for Mabel when she took them off the table. “Can I get you two anything else?” She asked, picking up the two plates with ease. Bucky looked at you and you nodded a ‘no,’ and he looked back at Mabel, “No thank you, ma’am, but I will take the check.” He smiled. 

“No, Mabel, split the check pl-” But Mabel cut you off, “Sorry, dear, my hearing aid died, I can’t quite hear you. I’ll bring that check right to you, Mr. James.” Quickly walking away. “Bucky, no, I will pay for mine.” You insisted, going to reach for your purse. You looked around you in your seat in a panic, and then you remembered, it was in the saddlebag attached to his bike. He laughed at you as you came to that realization. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” You sighed, taking a sip of your drink. He simply shrugged and smiled, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. 

Once Mabel returned with the bill and Bucky’s card, the two of you stood, and he let you walk out first. It was a lot colder now, goosebumps layered your exposed arms, like a reflex you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Here, you take this.” He insisted, placing his heavy leather jacket on your shoulders. “No, I can't, you're gonna get cold too.” You began to shrug it off, but he placed his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. “I’ll be fine.” He smirked at you, his hands lingering for a little longer than normal. 

“Ready?” He asked as he straddled his bike, once more. You stuck your arms through the long sleeves, which went way past your fingertips. You took your seat behind him, and he handed you the helmet, and you slid it over your head. Similar to earlier, you snaked your arms around him, clasping your hands together, and resting around his mid-abdomen. His hands, once again, landed on your thighs, pulling you even closer to him, making a different type of goosebumps cover your arms. 

“Hang on tight, doll.” He said as the bike came to life. You were so glad you were wearing a helmet, so he couldn’t see the brush creep onto your cheeks. As you two rode, he used his prosthetic hand to steer the bike and kept his flesh hand on your knee the entire time. The sky had ditched the orange, pink, and red hues and was now littered in stars and moonlight. You didn’t want this to end, you felt like you could stay there for hours, but the library came into view a lot sooner than you wanted it to. 

The next day came and you got excited, as always, to see Bucky. Today was a little different though, after your date last night. Wait, was that even a date? It had to be, right? I mean he paid and flirted with you. 

“Bucky, why do you come in here every day?” You asked, peering at him over the book in your hands. He didn’t move for a second, you assumed he was finishing the sentence he was reading. “Well, all the libraries in New York City are crowded and noisy.” He explained, “So when I found this place while scoping out new libraries, even though it is quite a distance, I knew this place was it for me.” He smiled at you. “At least that was the reason initially.” He muttered, picking his book back up. 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You set your book down this time, squinting your eyes at him, and propping your head up on your hands. “Well obviously, I now come back because the shitty coffee you offer is to die for.” He said sarcastically. You gasped and threw one of your pens at him, bouncing off his chest and onto the floor. He broke out into a fit of laughter, and you soon followed. 

“No, but now I come back to hang out with you.” He admitted to you, avoiding your stare. “Oh that so sweet…” You started, “...Dork.” Throwing another pen at him, this time hitting the bill of his hat. Bucky had come in every day for a little over a month now and missed not a single Sunday. “Hey (Y/F/N)?” Bucky asked, looking back up from his book. Your eyes didn’t leave the pages of your book, but you answered, “Yes, Buck?” You asked back, flipping the page. 

“I won’t be here tomorrow, and for a couple days after that.” When the words left his lips, a wave of sadness washed over you. Your lips twisted into a pout, looking towards him. “Why?” You asked, dragging out the word. “I have some obligations.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Okay, Mr. Mysterious.” You scoffed, feeling a bit upset. How long had he known? Why was he just now telling you? “I’m gonna be so bored without you.” You whined, leaning back in your chair with a huff. 

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

It was closing time now, and as usual, Bucky walked you to your car. “You better bring me a souvenir from wherever you’re going.” You joked, tossing your purse into the passenger seat, and turning back towards Bucky. “Would you prefer a T-shirt? Maybe some socks? How about a shot glass?” He joked back, leaning against the side of your car. “Surprise me.” You laughed, pushing his chest. 

As you went to pull away from his chest, his flesh hand wrapped around your wrist, softly. He placed it back on his chest, and his metal hand went to your hip, pulling you closer to him. The only distance between both of your chest was being occupied by your hand. You swore up and down that he could hear your heartbeat, but you were soon reassured because you could feel his heartbeat racing just as much as yours was. Bucky glanced down at your lips, and you did the same. 

You closed the space between your lips, and without thinking your eyes fluttered closed, taking in everything happening over your entire body. His lips were soft, tasting like coffee and mint. The growing stubble on his chin rubbed against the softness of your cheeks. His flesh hand was warm around your wrist, gripping it softly, he never wanted to hurt you. But the gestures with his metal hand were very different. It was leaving a cool tingling sensation against the small patch of exposed skin, and his grip was tighter, pushing you impossibly closer to him. You took your free hand, and placed it on his face, thumb running over his cheek, and your other four fingers resting on his neck. 

After what feels like minutes, but was probably only about thirty seconds, you pulled away from him. Reluctantly, of course. The two of you just stood there, not moving, relishing at the moment for as long as you could. “You know I meant to surprise me souvenir-wise, right?” You chuckled, messing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Oh okay, we can just never do that again.” He sighed, messing with you. 

“No, no, we can definitely do that again.”

~

It was the first Sunday without Bucky in a while, he had been gone for almost a week now, you assumed working on his ‘obligations.’ You had been keeping yourself busy with a new book series, one that Bucky actually recommended to you. But today would be full of dusting, reorganizing, putting away some newer books, and vacuuming. It was probably around 3:30 in the afternoon, and you were dusting the large bay windows by the front of the store. 

You could feel the music moving through your body, making it impossible for you not to dance, at least just a little wiggle. You swayed your hips, the music taking over, singing into the duster like a microphone. Your free hand ran up the side of your body, from your thigh all the way up to your face. You threw your arm up over your head, and prancing around the tables, shifting the duster from a microphone to an electric guitar. When the song was finally over, and you were very much out of breath, you made your way back to the window. And when you did so, your heart dropped to your toes. There was a man standing on the opposite side of the window, watching you. 

It only took a few seconds for your fear to turn into relief. It was Bucky. You dashed to the left towards the door, unlocking the door, and running out to greet him. Practically leaping towards him, you wrapped both arms around his neck, and his arms snaked around your waist. After a few moments of swaying and just taking in his presence, you pulled away. He was smiling widely, “I didn’t mean to end your concert so soon, I was enjoying it.” Adding a chuckle. Your face blushed, and you put your hand over your eyes, peeking at him through your middle and ring finger, “Did you see the whole thing?” You asked, dreading his answer. “The whole thing.”

The two of you walked back inside, the music still playing loudly. There was a slow song playing, and you grabbed your phone to turn it down, but Bucky stopped you. “Wanna dance?” He asked, putting his hand out for you to grab. You smiled, happily taking it. He pulled your chest against his. Your arms rest on his shoulders, your fingers loosely interlocked. Both hands on your hips, both of you just rocking side to side. The music wasn’t even registering in your brain, you were just focusing on this moment with him. 

“I remember when this song came out.” He said softly. You cocked your eyebrow at him, “Didn’t this song come out in the fifties?” You asked confused, what did he mean by that? “So you really don’t know who I am, huh?” The question caught you off-guard, it sounded very egotistical. “No..?” You asked more like a question. And that’s when he explained everything, making a very long story very short. He explained the arm, the serum, and the ‘obligations.’ 

“You’re a fucking Avenger?” You asked, head in your hands, elbows on your knee. “Well, technically I’ve never been asked to be one, but kind of.” His hand on your back, rubbing it in small circles. “So you’re the James Buchanan Barnes from the Captain America museum?” He nodded. Everything kind of flooded back to your memory, you knew you heard the nickname “Bucky” before, and you knew he looked somewhat familiar, but you assumed he just looked kinda similar to an actor or something. 

It was silent for a good five minutes, but Bucky broke it. “Hey, guess what?” He asked, trying to hide the upturn of his lips. What now? Was he gonna break some more news to you? Was he also part alien? “Hmm?” That was all you said, running your fingers through your hair. He moved his hand to reach into his backpack and pulled out a book, sliding it towards you. 

“Russian Urban Legends.” You read the title, quickly flipping through the book with your thumb. “Flip to page 48, and tell me what it says.” He said, propping his head upon his hands. You did as he said and landed on page forty-eight. “The Winter Soldier.” You read the words written in a bright red font, the page decorated in grainy photos and ridiculously cheesy government lettering and drawings. Bucky looked at you, prompting you to continue. 

“A ghost story or a real threat?”

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