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flordeamatista · 7 months

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𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗠𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻

pairing: bull rider!bucky barnes x heiress!reader

concept: Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night.

word count: 3k

warnings: best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut (riding Bucky) soft kisses, nickname- Sweetheart

a/n: I created this fantasy daydream almost a year ago. Hopefully you'll love these other pretty men this fall/winter as well. Way Down We Go Masterlist

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

line divider by the lovely @lfnr-blog-blog-blog and she made me the pngs

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Despite the danger of loss, time purifies something impure, but still wants to be touched.

He sees the world ticking off to every moment in life for him to be ready for the moment because you only have eight seconds to live.

Stepping up to the bull, Bucky felt its rage throbbing through its thick white hide. The creature looked mean, angry, and fierce as it pawed at the ground beneath it. It was ready to face its challenger, waiting for a chance to strike back at the man who dared to encroach on its territory.

Under its thick, white hide, the bull's muscles bulged, while steam hissed from its nostrils. Grasping the sticky rope with one hand and clutching his cowboy hat with the other, Bucky's heart raced. People held their breath in the thick air of tension.

Suddenly, a crackling roar filled the arena, like a thousand thunderclaps rolling across the sky.

One second.

Its horns aimed at the middle of the arena like deadly weapons, as the gates burst open, and the bull charged forward. The packed arena roared as the mighty bull rushed forward, its horns glittering in the moon’s light, and him riding it with the creature of the night.

Bucky's show.

Two seconds.

Terrified that he wouldn't make it to the end, his limbs quivered and his grip on the rope tightened. But then he remembered why he was doing this.

The love.

Three seconds.

He felt a faint warmth behind him, which when he glanced in its direction revealed you at the edge of the arena beaming with pride and waving your arms for encouragement. You came to see him. The applause grew louder and were about to roar even more when Bucky’s hold on the strap and his hat grew tighter.

Three words: Only for you.

Four seconds.

A sudden wave of power surged through Bucky's veins at the sight of you, giving him newfound strength and focus as he fought against being bucked off the wild beast beneath him.

Maintain his body's strength.

Five seconds.

The bull's fury was intensified by the crowd's jeers. The spectators continued to cheer wildly while Bucky remained atop the bull, wishing desperately that he could turn around and see whether or not you were still there.

Observe him, love him, sweetheart

Six seconds.

Bucky's cowboy hat was lifted off his head abruptly as he clung to the bull's back. His legs were spread wide, straddling the saddle and pinning him against its stiff leather surface. The force of the animal's bucking sent drops of sweat flying from his brow, into his sea-blue eyes, and down his throat. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the rope before stretching out his free arm. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the bull's rhythm, his muscles quivering with each buck. Though he felt himself slipping, he was determined to keep going. He was desperate for any gust of air that could keep him in place.

With every muscle in his body, he willed it to remain still.

Seven seconds.

Bucky saw out of the corner of his eye that you were still there; leaning over one rail with your fist raised in triumph at his progress so far. With this last boost of courage, he made it through to eight seconds.

Bucky soared into the air and landed on his knees, facing you. Dedicated to the person who never seems to leave his mind, the wind knew where to land his two feet. The bull rushed towards him out of the corner of his eye. His attention was caught by clowns maneuvering the bull away from him. Several yards from the fence, his hat lay in the middle. His instincts pushed him forward, despite knowing it was potentially dangerous.

The danger of losing you would be worse if he didn't do it. Then he picked up his hat and bowed when his name sung.

With arms outstretched and legs pumping, he leapt through the open gate and sprinted towards you, where you stood watching.

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. His warm breath caressed your ear as he whispered, “You know I won in eight seconds. I don't want money. I want eight kisses from the sweetest lips in the world." He placed his hat on your head. When he stared straight at you, the glint in his blue eyes revealed something very lustful. A smirk spreads across his face as he licks his lips and walks away.

Electricity flowed between you. The air was electric with anticipation and excitement, as your heart raced. You had been moved by Bucky Barnes' first kiss, which made crossing lines with a best friend harder every day.

You want more kisses, and you want to give him more than eight.

Just as the sun began to glow over the horizon, pink hues were cast over the still landscape. Morning mist hung in the air, the cooling feeling kissing his skin.

A warm, orange sunrise tints his cheeks as he gazes at you in your bedroom, from his hiding spot on your balcony. Taking a breath, he opens the french glass door. A smile spreads over his lips as a breeze blows past him.

A single rose nestled between his fingers looked delicate compared to his strong hands.

Taking a deep breath, he bent forward and placed the flower next to your pillow.

With a whisper of wind, he left his love as he left the room.

Dreams and kisses make one 'I love you' form in his eyes when they are merged from your lips.

The air was heavy with humidity and the sky was painted with orange, pink, and tangerine hues. The light that reflected off the shimmering shadows around you slowly sank below the horizon as you.

A glass of red wine in one hand, you watched from your balcony as he emerged from the hills after working in the stables. Shirtless, he headed up to a spotlight near the tree line, pulling off his glove before running his fingers through his hair.

The soft petals caressed your fingertips as you slowly sank down into the mattress, a smile pulling at your lips as you felt the sudden rush of adrenaline, as if the night whispered in the breeze that things were going to be different from now on. He had given you proof of his love, and now all he wanted was for you to take what he'd offered, to hold onto it with him and keep it by your side forevermore. He knew better than anyone about one thing: love can never be separated from you, no matter how much the air around you sings out to carry his love with you.

In order to embrace this step in your friendship, it took more than just time; it required action as well. He gave you an exit that allowed you to see and feel his love without being forced to confront him; he left his words in this letter, giving you the upper hand.

Taking a moment to savor the memories of the day Bucky entered your life was a joy you recorded. The soft voices of joy and the ever-growing bond between you were evident. A giggle escaped your lips as you ran your fingers over the rose's velvety petals. When it comes to your feelings, he is the heart of it.

You can only watch for so long before dreaming of running your fingers through his hair. Pulling off his shirt, he stripped in front of a spotlight, showing off his body to nature. The sun highlighted his silhouette as he walked closer, to reveal tan skin adorned with sweat and dirt.

The purpose of being outside is to tease him since he sees you. It's not like you walked from that spot to see if he could glance through your window or balcony. You were playing this game of riding with soft gazes, teasing.

You knew that it was wrong to play a game like this, but you couldn't help yourself. In your position, no one played games with the employees, but who has the authority to tell you no. Your body felt a burning sensation as it encounters the one person that makes it feel the meaning of lust and desire.

You felt your heart flutter as you realized what he meant. You wanted to tell him, but the words stuck in your throat. You know you crossed the line that night but what happens if you cross the line every night?

Your family was left speechless when Bucky declined the prize money, saying he wanted something more precious than money asking only for a single rose.

To him, you were the most valuable flower in the world.

The fire inside of me is being built patiently and carefully by you, and I eagerly anticipate the day when it is fully ignited.

Seeing you from the balcony, he stepped closer to get a better glimpse of you from below and saw your fingers tug at the brim of his hat.

His blue eyes darkened, he called your name with a moan. To give him a little show, you slowly unbuttoned your blouse by sliding the buttons through their tiny loops. His eyes were fixed on you intently, watching every move you made. Shadows were cast on the wall behind you as the last sun rays glinted off your exposed skin. As the light faded, you stood proudly.

There was a whisper of wind around the two of you.

You both watched each other attentively.

To the sound of rushing air, he waited patiently while you undid them slowly. When you approached the railing closer to your balcony, your blouse fell to the floor. It was hard not to smirk at his eyes that roamed around you and looked behind him to ensure no one could see this beautiful painting he was seeing.

To start time, you blew him a kiss and yelled, "One".

Time was ticking away, and if he didn't act quickly, his chance would be gone.

You caught his gaze in surprise. As the cool stone of the wall pressed against his hands and feet, he realized it wasn't a dream, but reality.

You steady yourself on the door frame with one hand while the other grasps the blinds. He heard you yell "Two!"

A journey was being set out, and he was determined to follow it wherever it led. The power of your kiss drove him to scale the wall.

Not like last time. Last time he lost his opportunity.

Love remains, despite time's passing.

Bucky saw you sob that night, tears dripping down your face as your ex-boyfriend’s words sunk in. You were nothing more than an object to him, and he told you so.

His hands were strong and calloused as he grabbed yours, yet his touch was gentle and caressing. As he smiled, his eyes showed respect, love, security, safety, and patience. When he released your hands, his fingertips gently touched the side of your face before finding your lips.

Slowly and deliberately, the kiss deepened with an intensity that left you both trembling.

But you ran. You left.

The next morning you ran to leave abroad, and all he could do was watch you go.

From that point forward, he devoted himself to becoming the kind of man who deserved someone like you in his life. In spite of all the advances he received, he refused to accept any of them.

The memories of the day you left melt my heart, I will never be able to forget you, I feel the nights so cold without you, and I keep hoping that I'll see you again soon

This is because he knew your kiss was the only one capable of bringing him the same amount of happiness. He worked hard at your parents' ranch until he was the star.

He waited to taste your lips again.

And now he gets that opportunity.

Bucky's strong hands gently yet firmly grasped your waist; the warmth of his touch sent a tingling sensation up your spine. He turned you around so that you faced him, the blue eyes you had imagined finally appearing before you. All the laughter, knowing you could always rely on him as a friend, him wanting to be yours, and you wanting to be his.

Moving closer, he inhaled slowly, as if stalking his prey. His lips parted a little as he took in all of you.

His chest glistened in the light like a pane of glass, and his chest was covered with streams of sweat, reflecting the light like tiny diamonds. His touch was like a caress of liquid fire on your body, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins. You clung to his neck tightly, wanting to stay there forever.

You knew why he'd reprimanded you for being sassy earlier—but when he looked at you with such hunger and desire, it felt like something greater was at stake.

Before yesterday, Bucky always stood by you, and he will stand by you tomorrow as well.

In a whisper, he spoke four simple words: “My lips need kisses."

You smiled to yourself and replied softly, "Let me finish counting. Three!”

His warm fingertips traced delicate circles on your neck nape as his hands reached your shoulders. You felt a sense of security as he gently yet firmly held your hand in his, and then delicately kissed its soft surface. With eyes closed and breath held, you savored the tender sensation of his lips on your skin.

He smirked as you open your eyes and see him. "Four seconds left," he says.

As you stand close to him, he moves down to kiss your lips and instead moves to your check. Grabbing your throat, "Five, pretty boy," you tease him. You felt the heat of his breath tickle your earlobe as he hummed softly before placing a gentle bite just below your collarbone.

You opened your eyes and saw him licking his lips, a smirk playing across the corners of his mouth as he seemed to revel in the quiet. Through the still air, you heard your own soft whisper, "Six! You're running out of time Bucky. What's happened to winning?"

His thumb shifted under your chin, tilting it towards him.

"Seven!" you softly whisper into the air.

A gentle touch, a kiss, a rush, a flame ignited, an unstoppable passion.

His mouth suddenly slams into yours, and you felt his tongue sliding into your mouth as he parted his lips. Moaning into the kiss, you felt him deepening it and he is wet, messy, and desperate.

In that moment, everything else melted away; the heat of the moment, the rush of desire; it's the kiss that ignites your heart.

"Think you can handle another one, Sweetheart?" he hummed between your lips.

"Bucky, you win. You've got it all, and all the kisses."

A passionate lust for him consumed you, and you cannot resist it. You reach for his face and pull him in for a second intense ferocious kiss. You let him inhale every kiss from your lips into his. Your gaze flitted over his eyes and you saw the reflection of desire and hunger.

“I'm gonna ride you, Mr. Cowboy” you whispered breathlessly.

A smile spreads across his face as he hugs you, and you giggle into the room.

Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night.

“Ride me, Sweetheart”

Straddling Bucky's hips, you slowly lowered yourself onto him. His thickness filled every part of you and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure at the sensation. His hands moved up to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled you deeper into him. With each passing moment, you both developed a deep connection; you long to ride every move with him and share every emotion. A wet tongue lapped against the tips of Bucky's fingers and wet fingers running all over your body, sending vibrations throughout. Teasing you as he marked every inch of you.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?" you moaned softly as you felt the electric shock pass through every inch of your skin as you kept moving yourself towards him. His gaze was hot on yours as he watched every second of this blissful ecstasy. Taking your time, you savored and you reached the point of perfection together. He swept his eyes over every inch of your skin, sending electric shocks through your body that increased with every move.

You were pinned beneath him as he spun around with your hands in his. He brushed your forehead sweat with his lips and whispered into your mouth, "Sweetheart, you feel so good. From kisses to orgasms, everything is yours, and so am I." With a tender kiss, he mumbled, "I belong to you, too."

Your feelings for Bucky were clear from this moment on; you could not bear to be apart from him. In the midst of this shifting world, you might be this lady, but all you wanted to do is ride your rider from sunset to sunrise.

Today, tomorrow, and wherever my kisses of love can lead, I dedicate my entire life to showing you my love.

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creamecafe · 10 months

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I just love imagining Bucky with a Latina!Reader and instead of calling you doll, he learns that doll in Spanish means muñeca. And now he can't stop calling you that.

"Hola muñeca."

"Bucky, how many times are you gonna call me that?"

"As many times as I want to...muñeca."

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nickybloodhead · 5 months

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You made the Latina reader with earlier James get into my head, I'm obsessed!! I read your last post about him meeting her family and it made me think about something like: She has a SUPER conservative father (who doesn't like James very much) and he always forbids her from seeing him or things like that, and on some nights (when he can't go visit her climbing out of her bedroom window) they have phone sex :/ (it's so cliché but i love it so much)

Uh this thing about your dad hating your boyfriend is so latino coded, plus I love cliches too.

That would be funny, wouldn't it? That your dad doesn't like James and that's why he tries to prevent them from seeing each other, of course you guys are always looking for a way. When James found out he could come through your window, you both made it a nightly habit.

He would quietly walk into your room, you would be a laughing mess and you couldn't help but push him into your bed to kiss him. You'd get a little naughty, he'd be groping every part of your body until one thing would lead to another and you'd end up having soft, quiet sex, all for the sake of keeping the bed from creaking and making noise.

However, being careful wasn't enough, one night your father is in the yard and sees James hanging out of the window about to come in, that of course, doesn't like him. James had to run down the street at full speed while your father chased him threatening to kill him, you admit it was a little funny to see that damn scene out of a movie, what was not funny was the punishment your father gave you, a whole month locked in the house without going out, oh, and he also blocked your window. It was fucking frustrating not seeing your boyfriend, but at least you had his late night phone calls.

"Maybe your dad went a little overboard with the punishment" James spoke on the other end of the line, you chuckled and lay down on your bed.

"You think so? It's like being in prison, mierda, it's so boring" You complained quietly so your parents wouldn't hear you, you sighed wearily. "I miss you, mi amor."

"I miss you too, beautiful, I miss being able to spend time with you, kiss you, hold you...touch you" Those last words sent an electric shock throughout your body, you pulled your legs together and blushed, thoughts quickly began to go into hotter territory.

"It's a shame you can't come do all that, because, you know, you'd find me wearing just your shirt and my panties... Se que amas verme así" You smiled dumbly and closed your eyes, your heart was hammering faster and faster, your breathing became heavier, through the earpiece you heard James gasp and grunt.

"You're right, I love seeing you like that baby. Fuck, you're killing me here, you know that?" his voice had become huskier. James was on the couch, he had spread his legs for comfort and had unzipped his fly as his jeans had become uncomfortably tight. You licked your own lips and sighed, your hand slowly traveled down your chest, abdomen and finally between your legs, just a slight pressure of your hand on your sex.

"Have you thought about me, guapo? Because I can't get you out of my head, I can't stop thinking about what we did a few days ago in your truck" James groaned on the other end of the line, his hand squeezed his erection a little over his boxers as he remembered how she had managed to ride him in the back seat of his truck.

He remembered how tight she was, the wild way she had claimed his lips, she had taken everything from him at that moment, he needed her again.

"You were so wet then.... Tell me pretty, are you wet now?" you whimpered in response and nodded even though he couldn't see you, your fingers slipped under your panties and pressed two of them right over your clit, you gasped and bit your lip.

"Yes, I need you" You looked towards your door to make sure it was locked, with your hand you pulled your underwear down a little. "I would love it if you were kissing me right now, tocándome bien rico"

"Shit, I love when you say things like that" James pulled down his boxers and took his cock in his hand, stroking slowly up and down. He closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the suggestive images his brain was providing him about you, he could see how messy your bed was, you lying with your legs open ready for him, ready to take it good like you always did.

You could hear his heavy breathing, sure he was already touching himself just like you, all you wanted was to have him here to fuck you once and for all, to have him replace your fingers with his tongue, the very thought of him eating your cunt made you squirm a little and increase the caresses on your sensitive bud.

"I can hear you touching yourself, baby, tell me how it feels" James murmurs, grunting with each tug he gives his cock, you moan a little and tighten the grip you have on the phone.

"Se siente tan bien, though I wish it was you." Your vision is a little blurry from the overstimulation, you feel how soaked you are and how you're dripping on the sheets, you bite your lip to avoid making too much noise, so that only a few squeals are audible, James is going crazy with desire, jerking off a little faster.

"I'd love to be there too, believe me, I need to bury my cock in that tight pussy of yours" You moan a little louder than you should and immediately hide your face in your pillow, you hear James chuckle. "Even without me there you're loud, huh?"

"Fuck James, I'm about to…oh, carajo!"

You feel small spasms in your abdomen, a pleasant warmth runs through your body as your back arches, you muffle your moans against the mattress and bite the covers to contain the scream of relief that is about to escape your lips, you cum deliciously as you listen to James' praise, of course at some point in your ecstasy you let go of the phone. You lie on your back on the bed, catching your breath, your thighs slick with slick.

"Are you still with me, baby?" You hear his distant voice call out to you, you shakily pick up the phone again with trembling hands and settle it close to your ear.

"Still here…" You sound completely relaxed, soft words slipping from your mouth. You knew he hadn't cum yet, so you decided to help him with that. "You know, if you were here, I'd love it if you'd cum in my mouth. Para probarte todo, mi amor”

You heard him grunting and panting, heard the sound of skin against skin, giving you the image of him stroking his length with fervor, a particularly obscene moan along with a few curses let you know he had cum. You let him pull himself together, that had been an intense session, but it was inebitable, they hadn't spent that much time apart and they desired each other.

"Still with me, Het?" You teased him, managing to draw a chuckle from him, laughed with him and sighed contentedly. "I really miss you a lot."

"I know honey, but I'll keep calling you every night without fail, okay? Until that month of punishment is over."

"Promise?"

"I promise beautiful, now go get some rest…I love you."

"También te amo."

What a roller coaster of emotions, but I'm a bitch for fluff so there you go.

#more and more looking forward to being early james' latina girlfriend #I am also obsessed anon #the thing of him coming through the window #you killed me with that #james hetfield #jaymz #james my beloved #james hetfield smut #james x latina reader

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anaita-png · 7 months

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I just know James Potter would give Latina!reader her Flores amarillas.

#james potter #james potter x reader #latina!reader #james potter x y/n

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stupendousgentlemendreamland · 28 days

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di y'all evr stop 2 think dat pretty much evry1 at Hogwarts could be demigod children of Trivia? And i say trivia not hecate cuz they cast the spells in latin.

Make sense?

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letterstotheflre · 2 years

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i always thought daylight by taylor swift has more james vibes because loving him IS golden and not “burning red”

he gives you peace, domesticity and simplicity instead of adrenaline and ride-or-die-ness like sirius

this!!! you said it perfectly :’) daylight is a james song and red is a sirius song

#relationships with sirius are so intense #it’s literally ride or die #also i just love the concept of peace being a james x latina!reader song #but that’s just self indulgent lol #ask #tina talks taylor

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kenqki · 10 months

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i need good fanfictions😩 send recommendations anyoneeee

#remus lupin #x latina! reader #james potter #xreader #x reader #help me out #i’m bored

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thatsdemko · 11 months

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you belong with me - l.hamilton

t- swift inspired works masterlist

full masterlist & part two full masterlist

requested: n

pairings: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: hints of jealousy

a/n: I SEE TAYLOR SWIFT TODAY!!! so in typical fashion, here’s a Taylor swift inspired work!

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

Lewis Hamilton is known for his infamous amounts of connections. from the Latina pop singer shakira all the way to lebron james; Lewis Hamilton has connections and it’s no surprise to you that he’d date someone famous.

you expected it this whole, having grown up with him you know him from his favorite songs, to the wild dreams he’s had as a kid. he didn’t tell this stuff to just anyone, only his best friend. and that’s all you’ve ever known yourself to be.

Lewis Hamiltons best friend.

the girl on the phone that’s got him upset doesn’t know that he can’t live without looking at photo of Roscoe before bed. she doesn’t know he’s accidentally called your mom his mother. and she most certainly does not know that you dream of being his. you keep that to yourself.

it’s almost slipped. constructors cups, world championships, or pole positions. they’ve all almost led to those words sneaking out your lips.

you were so sure he didn’t feel the same way. he didn’t look at you like he did with Versace models or when dua lipa asked him for photo. you politely stand to the side with a smile on your face as the cameras flash into his sunglasses. why can’t that be you by his side? why cant you just toughen up and tell him?

oh that’s right, because he’s in love with another girl.

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“hey, sorry about last night. I really let that argument get out of control.” he plops down on the patio furniture. he places a friendly pat against your thigh before quickly pulling his hands into his lap, “we worked things out now, she’s coming in tomorrow.”

“for the race?” you ask beginning to fiddle with the cap on your water bottle. you weren’t opposed to his new girlfriend joining you in the paddock, but you certainly wouldn’t be joining her in the garage. not with the way she made him feel yesterday.

he nods wrapping his arm around the back of the cushions, pulling himself closer to you, “I think you guys will get along. will you promise to be nice to her?”

“lew, of course I will.”

he laughs, “and don’t call me that in front of her. I’m really trying to impress, I think she could be the one.” his elbow nudges your arm, jokingly. he always loves the nicknames, especially since that one was from childhood when the letter ‘s’ was hard for you.

“I’ll call you whatever I want to.” you let out a hmph as you lean further against the cushions, slightly into his arms trying to pass on the hint. you’re sure he doesn’t notice it, he hasn’t for all these years what will change?

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she shows up decked in Gucci and Louis Vuitton, things you could never afford. you feel small and out of place beside her, in your jean shorts and one of Lewis’ old Mercedes t-shirts. your personalities are so different, and maybe she was more fit for him. after all, they did meet at a fashion show and you met him on the playground kicking up dirt.

“good luck!” she calls out from beside you, arm waving in the air trying to catch his attention, but it’s useless. he’s too zoned in to pay attention, the race is the only thing that matters to him in this moment.

the only person he locks eyes with, is you. it’s usually right before he slides the visor down and he always does it. you never miss a race, which means he never gets superstitious, but today you’re not there. your placement is somebody else— a nobody to be precise, someone who will mess up his game.

If you could see that I'm the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

that’s what in it really does hit him. that he could have any girl or person in his garage, but the one person that matters is you. the one person he cares about isn’t standing there like you’re supposed to be.

so when he crosses that finish line in third place, he doesn’t celebrate the top ten win with her, he goes to find you. the person who he belongs with.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor

All this time how could you not know, baby?

You belong with me

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whatsaninterestingplacethisis · 5 months

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Thinking Of You

Imagine

Adam Fantilli x Latina!Reader

Synop: y/n and Adam are "casual" friends with a hint of hatred that turns to something real when their mutual friend forces them to share a bed.

a/n: enemies to lovers 😏 one bed trope let's pretend Adam went to a public high school & disregard the location inaccuracies.

cw: cussing

It was natural instinct for you to be rude to the male species, especially if they looked like Adam Fantilli. In middle school you met your best friend but along with y/f/n, Adam trailed along, and never seemed to leave.

You never became friends, you wouldn't even consider mutual friends, but he was always there and his existence was annoying in itself.

In high school, every time you searched for your friend he would always be around the corner; bugging you, “hey raccoon eyes, didn't get any sleep last night or what?"

"Adam get out of my face." you scoffed.

"Couldn't sleep because you were thinking of me huh?" he nudged your shoulder.

This was freshman Adam, his teasing got worse over the years but lessened senior year as he focused on hockey.

Prom weekend was awful to say the least, you couldn't find the dress, and your date canceled the night before. You would have gone with y/f/n but she already had a date. Your friend group, including Adam, were taking photos outside the venue and Adam couldn't help to tease,

"What happened with James? Wasn't he supposed to take you out?"

You huffed as you knew he was going to make fun of you "He canceled on me. Go ahead laugh." The second you found out James would be ditching you, you could already hear Adam's nagging voice.

"Damn that's a low blow. You could always do better anyways." he said with genuine.

You side eyed him, hard. "Thanks, I guess."

The rest of the night was lame. All of your friends were dancing with their dates and you were guarding the girl's purses at the table. That was before Adam plopped on the chair next to you.

"Do you wanna dance?" For knowing Adam most of your life you knew he had to joking.

"Nice try Fantilli." you crossed your arms in annoyance.

"I'm being dead serious."

You gave him a disbelieving look and then he said, "C'mon just one song."

He dragged you to the dance floor and as if it were from a movie scene, the upbeat song changed to a slow one just in time.

"Why are you doing this? You're just going to use this against me in the future." you complained

"You know I'm not a monster right?" he softly guided your arms around the back of his neck.

"I'm still questioning." you shivered as he snaked his hands around your waist.

"Just relax." your head naturally fell on his shoulder.

"I mean the sight of you sitting alone at prom was pretty depressing." he jokes like always

"Okay that's it." you pushed his torso away before he reeled you back in.

"I'm kidding. Every girl should have at least one dance at prom." You stared at each other before you place your head on his shoulder again, "Thanks." you whispered.

Prom night wasn't that bad thereafter.

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The last time you saw Adam was graduation and the celebratory parties after. Neither of you discussed prom night, not in a teasing manner or a reminiscent matter either.

Your friend influenced you to follow her to umich because her boyfriend at the time was also going there. They didn't last long, but for the start of the year you had each other. It so happens Adam was also attending umich.

"You know Adam plays hockey here right" your friend asks as you've been trying to do homework in the library.

"I'm aware."

"We should go to a home game."

"Of what?" you were concentrated reading an article for class.

"Of hockey obviously."

"Why would we do that?" your eyes still glued to your laptop.

"To support Adam."

You eyes snapped to your friend.

"And his brother, Luca plays here too." she said as if that were the problem.

"Why would I go see a hockey game, especially if Adam is in it."

"You say that as if you despise his existence."

"Well you're not that far from the truth!"

"You know that's a lie. Adam has always been a friend to us, we essentially grew up together."

"Adam made fun of me all through high school and when I went through puberty." you stated flatly.

"That was Adam being Adam. Plus, he turned your prom night around didn't he?"

"He did." you couldn't ridicule him for that night.

"Then things have changed since then. Let's go the next home game and just see him play. He probably won't see us anyway."

You sighed, "Fine."

You wore your navy umich beanie for school spirit. When you thought of the last time you talked or even saw Adam it had been months. You didn't want to admit it but the thought of seeing him again made you nervous.

You and your friend walked into the arena with linked arms and found your seats in the surprisingly crowed space.

"Do you even know the general rules of hockey?" you asked your friend

"Nope, but a girl can learn!" she said with a hopeful smile.

Soon enough, you would see number 19 on the ice and it was weird seeing him in this setting. Watching him play and he had no idea you were in the stands following his strides.

You and were friend followed the game along, cheering with the crowd and booing with the crowd. The game you so happened to go to was the same game Adam made a goal. You and your friend were stoked, jumping up and down and screaming. You guys won that game. It was exhilarating, especially since you saw Adam make a live goal.

"Okay I will give it to him, that was pretty cool." you rarely complimented him but he deserved it.

"Let's tell him in person! Let's see if we can find him." your friend offered

"Uh no. I didn't agree to that." you quickly declined

"Oh c'mon it will be quick."

You don't know how but y/f/n easily found her way around the backstage of the arena and could sneakily find the back exit. You two waited by the exit waiting for Adam to come out.

"Someone is going to find us and get kick us out." you whispered at your friend.

"Don't look suspicious and we won't."

"As if it's that easy. A security guard is gonna come by and think we're stalkers or something."

"Shush someone is coming." your friend whispered

The two of you could hear footsteps coming around a corner and it was another player, a tall one too. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the two of you awkwardly standing by the door.

"Uh who are you?" he asks

You gave a look to your friend to do the talking, "I'm y/f/n and this is y/n, were friends of Adam and were waiting to congratulate him."

"Wait, you're y/n?" he pointed to you and you nodded.

"The guy never stops talking about you, he should be coming out right now."

Your friend had a huge smile on her face, you on the hand looked dumbfounded. Why the hell would Adam talk about you after not seeing each other for months? You wondered if he was talking shit.

After a few second the tall athlete turns to the hallway, "Hey Adam you have some visitors." he says with a smirk.

Adam turns the corner with a smile, he always has that dumb smile on his face. When his eyes landed on yours his smile impossibly got brighter and to your surprise he ran up to you and bear hugged you.

You grunted when his body impacted you, he pulled away and stepped back admiring the fact that you were standing right in front of him, but also trying to gather his composure.

"Hi" you said with a questioning tone after he hugged you for the first time ever.

"Hi" he said brightly but not as bright before

"Hi y/f/n." he turned to your friend

"Hi Adam" she had a sly smile on face the whole time seeing the scene unfold.

"What are you doing here?" he mainly asked you before your friend could respond

"We thought of seeing you play and supporting you."

"Yeah congrats on the goal." you said with a very small smile.

"You saw my goal?" he asked very enthusiastically

"Yep, it was kind of an empty net but a goal nonetheless." you tried to downplay his work but he saw right through you.

"Yet you came out and saw me play." he had a smirk on his face

"Don't think too highly of yourself Fantilli, it was y/f/n's idea, not mine."

"Still." he whispered between the two of you.

"I'm just going to squeeze past through, I'll see you later." the tall athlete said to Adam before leaving.

"Yeah we should go to y/n, it's getting late and all." your friend tried to end the night as if it were just starting

"Sure" you agreed quickly

"Wait, we should hang out soon. You know like the old days." Adam offered

"Sure Adam, we have your number. Goodnight and congrats again." your friend said as she dragged you through the exit before Adam could get another word in.

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"Oh my god, you two are so cute." she said as you walked to the parking lot.

"Please stop with this me and Fantilli narrative, it's never going to happen."

"How can I? Every time you two are together it plays right before my eyes." she says so dramatically

"Adam and I are the bane of each other's existence. The guy doesn't and could never see me in any romantic way. And trust me neither could I." you stated

"You are a foolish girl." your friend whispered to herself. She was going to make this ship happen and prove you wrong.

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A few months had passed by and y/f/n's plan was going to be in action very soon.

"So I was thinking the whole gang should come together at my parent's vacation house for the weekend." y/f/n said, "What do you think?"

"Don't these plans usually happen during Spring break?" you asked in a literal sense like you always do.

"Yeah I guess but right before the holidays would be fun too."

"Yeah it does sound fun, we just have to pick a date where everyone is free."

"I already did, everyone is ready and excited." she said calmly.

"Ok...so what weekend is it?" you were shocked that you were the last one to know about these major plans.

"Next weekend, so do your laundry and pack accordingly." she said with a smile on her face

"Okay." you laugh as you think of having a huge sleepover with your friends again

You and y/f/n had gotten the house a few hours before the rest would come to pack the fridge with food and necessities.

"So who is exactly coming?" you asked

"Uh just our regular high school group."

"That's four people, six plus you and me. Cool you and me can have our own room if you want." you said

"Yeah but, I kind of invited my ex." she said slowly

"Now why would you do that y/f/n?" you asked in disappointment

"He called me recently and he wanted to talk again so I said yes." she said with a nervous smile on her face

"You already know how I feel about him so I'm not going to bother. Does this mean I will have my own room?" you pondered as you put a gallon a milk into the fridge.

"Actually, I invited Adam too."

You slowly turned to your friend and she still had that nervous smile on her face. You didn't know what to say, you knew she did this on purpose, you were left speechless.

"Before you get mad, this might finally bring you two together."

"Let me stop you there." you faced your palm to her, "No way in hell am I sharing a bed with Adam Fantilli."

"But-" she started before you waved your hand to shut her up.

A few hours later, everyone had showed up, even Adam to your demise. The first hour was spent catching up and settling in. Then after dinner y'all played board games and watched a movie. It was the end of the first night and it had been fun but the sleeping arrangements were nagging at you.

"So Adam, you and y/n are left to share a room." y/f/n said with hope in her eyes

"We're not sharing a room." you quickly added.

"y/n/n, it's either sleeping on the cold leather couch or in a comfy room." she demanded

You avoided Adam's gaze the whole night and you couldn't stare at him in this moment, he was probably holding in his laugh.

"Oh c'mon it's only a weekend. I just hope you don't snore too loud." he joked

"y/f/n." you whined as if she was your mother and Adam was a bothersome child, he surely acted like it.

"Adam, I trust you will be nice to y/n/n just this once. Y/n/n you too. Your room is down this way. Goodnight." she quickly said before speed walking to her room.

You heavily sigh and look back at Adam. He still has that stupid smile.

"You are too close." you said in the dark tucked under the covers

"Nuh uh, you're the one hogging up all the space."

"You are literally laying down like a fucking star fish. Move over." you pushed him in the torso making him flinch and laugh

"That tickled." He finally curled up like a baby but facing you, clearly flaring his nostrils at your face

"Stop that." You turned facing your back to him.

He followed by turning away to almost falling off the side of the bed. The both of you laid in silence not trying to fall asleep but Adam could feel you shaking.

“Are you cold?” He asked in the dark

“Are you not? It’s freezing in this house.” You shivered under the blankets

“We could cuddle to stay warm” you couldn’t see his face but you knew he had a smirk.

You were tired of being a victim to his games so you played along.

“Okay” you said and moved over to hug his side.

Mr. Confident wasn’t so cocky now, in fact as soon you touched him he froze.

“C’mon Fantilli be a man of your word.” You whispered into his bicep. You hear him gulp and the shakiness in his breath. He maneuvered so he could hold you properly and neither of you were cold anymore.

When you woke up Adam’s leg was draped over your hip and his arm over your waist. When you gained consciousness to realize the sight you started to freak out.

Without any hesitation you tried to sit up to get away from his touch but he just pulled you back in.

“Adam let go.”

“It’s still cold.” He snuggled into your hair and you found yourself rethinking everything. Was this like prom? Just a convenience for the both of you?

He repositioned the blanket over you two neatly and pulled you closer if possible. Your eyes widened at his behavior, wondering if this was a dream.

“Adam?”

“Hm?” You were wondering if he was even awake enough to realize what he was doing.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping you warm.”

“I’m warm now.”

“Thanks to me. Now shush and go back to sleep.”

It was still dark outside and you were still tired so you fell back to sleep.

This time Adam was up before you. Still cuddling your figure but admiring you sleeping face. He thought you felt his gaze because soon you started to wake up. When your eyes met his, you turned around and he just laughed.

“You snore, very loudly.” He said like his usual self.

“I do not snore.” You said defensively but still sleepily

You did snore, very rarely, but it was soft snoring not loud at all but he found it adorable.

He started to trace shapes on your back, sending shivers down your spine

“I thought you hated me.” You said in hopes of trying to grasp this morning’s actions

“I never hated you.”

“Then why do you always tease me and make fun of me?”

“That’s my dumb way of showing affection I guess.”

“Showing affection?”

“Yeah, like cuddling you to sleep.” His hand found your waist again ready to pull back into him

“This is not fair.” Your hand stopped his

“You can’t just treat me like trash my entire life and then butter me up in one night.” You had turned around to face him

“I’m sorry. Getting a reaction out of you was my way of flirting and I know it wasn’t right. Can we start over?” His hand found yours

“I think we already did last night.” you admitted.

“I think you forgave me the second you touched me first.” He really couldn’t give up his teasing behavior.

“If anything Fantilli, you’re all talk and you should be embarrassed that I had to make the first move.” You softly pointed your finger into his chest

“You’re absolutely right. I’ll be better now, no more teasing. I’ll be a man of word starting right now.” he pledge

“Good.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Wow that was blunt.” You giggled at his forwardness

“I want to prove to you that I’m a man of my word starting as soon as possible. So can I?” His hands had already pulled you closer

“You may.”

a/n: this feels like I could have made it as a whole fanfic lmao but no!

#nhl imagine #adam fantilli imagine #adam fantilli x reader #latina!reader #jells🪼imagines

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴

pairing: beefy!bucky barnes x reader

concept: By the delicious things you could do to him, he is already driven mad with pleasure by the thought of feeling your touch.

word count: 600

warnings: bathroom setting, masturb─ation (m), soft b─j, dir─ty talk, tiny bit of plot but desire daydreams, mirror time, o─ral (male receiving)nickname ──(Doll, Angel)

a/n: written for @cockslutpadalecki Fifteen Sentence Challenge Congrats on 15k! Thank you for always being the sweest soul and writing our favorite mean characters. I used the prompt: "Are you holding back? Don't"

lovely beta:@lunarbuck

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By the delicious things you could do to him, he is already driven mad with pleasure by the thought of feeling your touch.

Soft lips pressed against his own, then kissing his jaw and neck as your calloused hands caressed his naked body, Bucky felt warmth spread through his body as he received your embrace; his breathing quickened as your lips moved lower, tracing a line of fire as they descended into his skin, he felt tingles of pleasure as you explored his body with your lips and hands, and he felt himself responding to your touch.

Bucky closed his eyes and let himself drift away in the moment, your lips tracing a tantalizing path, eliciting a low moan of pleasure as you make your way to his throbbing erection.

Inhaling it, your lips swallowed it until your nose was buried in the small hairs at his base, by pressing your head towards him and your mouth down on his thick throbbing cock, as his hands pumped faster, the unimaginable thoughts flooded his brain, his heart raced and his breath quickened as his body responded to the intensity of the situation; veins tingling.

When Bucky is lost in his thoughts, you watch him, he looks down at himself and sees how his cock responds to the thought of you, he can't help but feel aroused by your nearness; as his body responds to the tingle of anticipation.

Watching him start again with long strokes, you find it difficult to stand as you swallow what you want but only think of how he tastes, each movement feels deliberate and purposeful, and you can feel heat radiating from your core as you observe him.

As he strokes hard, you can see every beastly muscle in his shoulders and back as he gets up close to observe a reflection of the authentic one.

Watching him in the mirror, you can also see his thick veins running down his length.

He looks up at you in the mirror, and his eyes glisten with desire, "Doll, have you been watching me— Come over and help me out— My cock is waiting for your hands and mouth."

One person knows how to stroke him in places where it excites his soul, and that is only if you let out a deep sigh and kiss his manhood as his body relaxes.

"Open your pretty mouth, Doll," he darkly groans as he lines his cock around your lips, your throat gurgles as he slides his beefy dick down your throat, “Take it, Angel.”

"Are you holding back? Don't, he says as he grips your jaw, "It's all yours, Doll," the taste of him was heavenly, and you felt him go in and out, using you according to his wishes.

You let out a moan of pleasure, and the intensity of the sensation only seems to increase, the shadows from the lights to the reflection of your head are moving in Bucky sees you taking him all in from the reflection of the mirror, that's what angels like you do when you try to sneak up on him when he is trying pleasuring himself to your polarid; but you get to be the sole one doing it for him, against his skin, your hands move, and your lips welcome every inch of him.

I feel his pleasure as it radiates through me, and I know that I have given him a night to remember.

#look ma I did it - fifteen sentences #beefy!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #beefy!bucky #bucky barnes x f!reader #sebastian stan characters #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x latina!reader #sebastian stan x reader

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creamecafe · 10 months

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LOOK THERE’S SMTH IN HOBIE CALLING Y/N “LOVE” AND MIGUEL CALLING Y/N MOSTLY “CARIÑO” BC THIS IS KINDA LIKE THAT TROPE IN BUCKY FANFICS WHERE FANFIC WRITERS COLLECTIVELY MAKE HIM CALL Y/N “DOLL” 🫠

ITS SO CANON. I WANNA SAY A HEADCANON BUT TO ME IT JUST FEELS CANON

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nickybloodhead · 5 months

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could you make more james x latina reader please i felt seen with the mexican reader one <33 no worries if not

Of course I'll keep making more of these, I'm a little obsessed myself hahaha. Right now I'm doing a little research because someone asked me to make a request for James meeting your Chilean family, I don't know much about the Chile culture, I just know it's a very nice place, so yeah, expect it soon. This is a lot of fun.

#I have a couple of ideas about james x latina reader #james would be so confused at a latin family party #he would be all shy and adorable #james hetfield #jaymz #anon ask #anon <3

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knightsteapot · 1 year

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☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ OF LIES AND DATING APPS

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III

Jason Todd x Latina!reader

Fluff | Angst

Minors DNI, kinda unhealthy behavior, don't ignore your emotions kids, be honest to yourselves.

Author's notes: Next chapter. Good friends help you to find your James BUT ALSO tell you the truth when you're not acting in the healthiest way.

Wanna see the gadgets I mentioned? Here

Comments, reblogs and likes are well received and extra motivation to keep writing. Please enjoy!

You left the papers you were reading on top of the wooden desk, the red comfy chair made an unpleasant sound as you stretched your back, a deep sigh leaving your lips once you took a look at the conversation you just had until your phone's screen went black. The day was gray, it was raining and the outlaws were staying at home after tiring weeks of consecutive missions, it was your first day at home after the chimera case but you didn't have time to rest or probably, being in the studio surrounded by screens, maps and documents with intel was better than facing reality.

You haven't seen his face since last night. You arrived late, beaten, exhausted, your energy just let you say "hello", take a shower and go to sleep but oh, how wonderful it was to see those blue eyes again. Seeing Bizarro and Artemis was great too, however, seeing Jason fine and alive sitting on the big leather couch while playing video games with his bothers online was everything you needed, it was the definition of "home is not a place, home is the people you always return to." . Once Jason saw you he stood up forgetting about his game, approached in such slow motion that it hurt and then took your sword out of your tired hands, then did the same with the gadgets in your head and face.

"Long journey, eh?" He hesitated in the last part opening and closing his pale pink lips, licked them briefly and didn't say anything else, just offered a smile. If you were dating someone else, that James, he should stop calling you "Preciosa", "bonita" or any other variations. It sucked, it made him feel frustrated but who was him to do something about it and claim you as his? He didn't even know if that's what he wanted. The thought made him frown, his eyes focused on the living room's huge window instead of you, he was lying to himself but that was nothing new.

"Yes..." You could barely keep your eyes open but your smitten smile was intact, it was always like that when he was close, that night he looked specially cute with his typical red hoodie, gray pants and messy, extra messy hair, you couldn't help yourself. Your mind started running wild imagining coming back home to hug and kiss him, how you missed those juicy lips.

"Then you should go to sleep, Flores." A feminine voice interrupted the moment. The redhead amazon spoke from the white kitchen counter, she was drinking tea or coffee, you weren't sure. "you look awful."

"I fought a chimera. Don't tell me they don't exist, they do and are huge." You answered in an attempt to sound funny and then walked heavily towards your room after saying "good night" to your teammates.

Shaking your head you focused on the present just in time to see Bizarro offering you a cup of tea, you wondered how such big man entered the studio so quietly "You're not coming with me. You don't need to rest."

"Okay, okay big boy." You smiled following him to the living room that despite its size looked small thanks to the glass containers with Artemis, Jason and your suits, your house was particular. "How have you been, B?" You decided to focus on your kryptonian friend instead of the man training in the next room.

Your cheeks turned red by the sudden exchange with James, Kath gave him your number and he didn't hesitate to text and be adorable, he seemed like a good boy indeed. You smiled almost excited for the date, you've been wanting a new tattoo for so long...

Jason, who just finished his training was leaving the training room wearing only his Wonder Woman shorts and a towel on his shoulders, he seemed irritated, the training room was small, actually the place was small for people like him or Bizarro to live comfortably, but Bizarro seemed very content spending his time on the couch that, again, was too small for him. Jason raised his black and perfectly shaped eyebrow at the sight of you sitting beside him, smiling to your phone with bright excited eyes. His irritation growing significantly.

Did you ever smiled like that when he texted you? the truth Jason choose to ignore was the fact that you smiled like that whenever you saw him, whenever you talk to him or about him, whenever he called, whenever he texted, whenever he was mentioned, just like he found out years ago in that conversation he shouldn't have eavesdropped but he did anyways.

#☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ knight of the peony #jason todd x latina reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x you #red hood x reader #bizarro #artemis bana mighdall #dc imagine

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