#seb stan characters

[duuhrayliegh]

consequences

a/n: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT HERE YOU GO

also i'm more than happy to continue this if yall want more, just LET ME KNOW

other works

“You want to what?"

"To open our relationship."

You stare at him in disbelief, clutching the soft blanket in your hands. There's a sharp ringing sounding through your eardrums and everything around you slows. He keeps talking, his voice breaking through the barrier of fog that encompasses your senses.

"I want us to remain honest with each other, but this is the only way to keep our relationship healthy."

He steps away from the kitchen counter, wearing the sports jacket you bought him for your sister's wedding.

"I want the both of us to disclose when we start dating someone else. That's the main boundary, we can hammer out all the ground rules later. Right now, I'm going on a date, so uh," he pauses as he checks his reflection in the mirror beside the door one last time, "don't wait up."

You try to focus on his words, but no matter your efforts you weren't able to process anything. His keys jangle in his grip and you faintly recognize the sound of the door slamming closed and his footsteps echoing down the empty corridor of your apartment.

"I still can't believe he said that to you."

The singular ice ball hits against the sides of your glass with each tilt of your wrist. You take a long drag of the dark liquor before laughing sardonically.

"It's been six months of him parading his dates around." Another sip, your work skirt digs into your thighs painfully. You distract yourself by reaching for a peanut from the nearly empty bowl. "And what's worse is that he still expects me to be the doting wife that he comes home to every night!"

The bartender refills your glass while you sneak another peanut. You card your fingers through your hair as you continue to rant. A dull throb radiates in between your brows so your eyes slide closed as you take deep breaths.

"Well, I can't imagine you're doing so bad yourself."

You hum questioningly at the man, focusing your gaze on the dark-haired bartender, his stubble dusting his sharp jaw as the muscles work beneath the skin. His eyes haven't left you since you sat down in front of him.

"I see you in here." You begin to pick at the skin around your nails and he nudges a bowl of peanuts in your direction. "Men come up to you all the time. You've been on dates too, right?"

You reach for a peanut and crack open the grainy shell, biting the inside of your cheek. Your bartender laughs incredulously and then presses his hands into his side of the counter to lean over toward you. The cloth he tosses over his shoulder must be damp because the fabric of his white button-up is darkened there.

"Focus on me, Peanut."

Your eyes snap to his, unable to keep the overflow of expression from brimming beneath the surface. Your heart cracks further as he visibly softens, crumpling against the counter to cover your hand with his. A tense silence stretches between the two of you, charging the air with unwelcome emotions.

Your bartender’s spare hand cups your jaw and swipes away the glistening tears fleeing down your cheeks. Sniffling loudly while straightening in your seat, you pull away from his touch—effectively stopping yourself from melting into him.

You’ve worked so hard to make this shitty dive bar your safe place, you’ll be damned if you ruin it with a fling.

“I don’t even know why I’m wasting tears on this whole thing.” You take three deep breaths—whiskey and apples invade your senses. The man in front of you tilts his head to the side while drying a few crystal glasses.

“You’re avoiding my question, Peanut.” He turns briefly and you try to figure a way out as the cups clink softly. “You have been dating too, right?”

Your teeth trap your bottom lip, peeling off the thin layers of skin. You purposely avoid his eyes, doing less than nothing to hide your answer.

“Jesus, Peanut. What’s stopping you?”

You huff, focusing your attention on the patrons around you. There’s noticeably less than there were when you first arrived. The bar guests go about their business, underlying emotions kept close to their chest and out of sight to everyone else. You wish you could be that way, instead of sewing your heart to your sleeve for anyone to rip pieces from.

“I--" You hesitate, twirling your glass, watching as the ice fights to keep up with the sudden movements you force on its surroundings.

"Some small part of me still loves him. No matter how much he hurts me with this whole open relationship bullshit. I'm still thinking that one day he'll wake up and remember that I've been his loving wife and partner for the past six years. This can't be my new reality. It just can't. He's meant to be my partner for life, not my partner who has really good friends. Not my partner with a girlfriend or some fuck buddy across town."

This is the can of worms that you'd hoped to keep locked away from the Commando's dive bar. What you've held close to your chest every night you slink past the blonde bouncer, Steve. The information you never let slip to the six-foot-five bartender with the metal arm. And now, you can't seem to stop the words from leaving your mouth.

"He's supposed to be my husband. Why isn't he my husband? Is it me? He said that we would talk about what the reason was, but I can't get him to sit down with me. I can't even get him to reply to a text, much less answer questions about our relationship."

You spit the last word before downing the rest of your drink in one go. Bucky stands patiently as you let loose every emotion that you've bottled up for the past six years. Further in the bar, someone shouts for the last call.

"Why don't I date? Because I love him. Because outside of him, I don't know who I am. I don't date because I've been with the same man for almost a decade and I wouldn't even know where to begin. I can't see past where I'm at right now. There is no future for me outside of the hell that I find myself in now. I can't date because I want to be there for when my husband remembers that I exist. I want to be there for him like he wasn't for me because I know the novelty of his flings will wear off soon enough. And maybe that makes me worse than him, but I don't know if I have the energy to care anymore."

There's now a heavy silence covering you and your whole body slumps because of it. Despite feeling the biggest breath of relief of getting those emotions out in the open, you now have to deal with what they mean. You were always taught that saying your emotions out loud would only lead to more issues, but here you fucking are. Sometimes these things are unavoidable.

"I call bullshit."

Your jaw drops as your bartender rocks away from the counter. You flounder as he starts performing closing duties. You stare at Bucky's back, slightly distracted by the muscles working underneath the tight material.

"Did you just bullshit my feelings?"

Bucky turns halfway, eyebrows raised, "Yep."

Your bartender plucks the glass in front of you and drops it in the sink on his way to the cash register. If you were in a whole state, you'd smack back with a witty comment, but you're tired.

"You can't bullshit my feelings."

He holds a stack of twenties in one hand and he pins you with the same expression as before.

"Uh, yeah I can."

He continues to count the register and tosses a goodbye to the other bartender. A long lull stretches between you. Now it's just the two of you in the bar, and that must have been what he was waiting on because it's only now that he really talks.

"Peanut, how long have you been coming here?"

You furrow your brow at the question, not sure where he's taking his line of questioning.

"I don't know, four months?"

“Four months, twenty days."

Bucky's retort is quick and final. A fact. Something he's committed to memory. You're taken aback by the heavy tone he layers between the syllables.

"And for those four months and twenty days, I've stood behind this counter and watched you wallow. I've watched you turn down proposition after proposition. I've had Steve throw out dozens of men for how they speak about you. I've sat back and tried to be the listening ear that you need because you're clearly going through a really difficult time. I've never been in the position that you're in and I'm not going to pretend that I understand the half of it."

He slams the drawer closed and rounds the countertop. His boots thud against the floor violently, stopping beside the barstool next to you. Your bartender leans down and swings your stool to face his before taking a seat.

"I've stood behind that bar and was able to listen to quite a bit. But what I can't have is you thinking that you're the issue."

His hand slips into yours, his thumb tracing the knuckles of your fingers. Tears begin to brim at your waterline again, but you refuse to let them fall.

"Peanut, you're the most loyal person I've met in recent years. You love fiercely and you hurt even harder. Hell, you've been with this guy for almost ten years and he's been fucking you over for the past six months and you're sitting in this bar defending him to a relative stranger!"

"But he--"

"You're husband took the decision away from you and then framed it in a way that made you out to be the bad guy. He put you in a nearly impossible situation because he knew you were too loyal to him to do anything about it."

"He didn--"

"Yes, he did."

Having it laid out like that by the one person you wanted to be kept away from all of it was eye-opening. Your shoulders crumple and a new wave of tears threatens to escape.

"Now, this isn't the best time, but I feel like in a situation like yours there's never going to be a 'right' time."

Bucky sits up straighter and sticks his metal hand out to you.

"Hi. I'm Bucky Barnes. I'm a retired Army Sergeant and I now work in the Howling Commandos bar. I've been your bartender for the past four months and twenty days. Over that time, I've grown to care for you, more than a bartender should. Because of that fact, I want to take you out on a date."

You suck in a breath sharply, immediately going to deny him, only for Bucky to cut you off.

"You don't have to give me an answer right now, Peanut. Just think about it and whenever you're ready, I hope I'm your first call."

You chew on the inside of your cheek, gnawing on the idea. You have grown fond of Bucky. He's become a sort of safety net for you these past few months. Going home has proven to be more and more of a chore so you spend hours on end in the Howling Commandos.

What if you and Bucky go on a date and you hate it? What if you date and you have a huge falling out? What if you--

"I can see the wheels turning, Peanut." He taps your temple with a cold metal finger. "What are you thinking?"

"What if we end up not working out?"

"What if we do?"

The question hangs. The implication is clear. You could spend hours going through the what-if scenarios, both positive and negative. You'll never truly know until you take a leap of faith.

"What would your boss think of you dating one of your new regulars though?"

You're grasping at straws, but you're really trying to convince yourself that taking that leap with Bucky would be the worst thing in the world.

"Peanut, I'll sell the damn bar before someone other than you tells me that I can't date you."

Your eyes meet his and all you can see is the adoration and sincerity in them. His thumb is still working over your knuckles, but it's also expanded to tracing aimless circles into the back of your hand. The cool metal is the only way you've grounded yourself to reality.

A slow smile spreads across your features, the first of its kind tonight and you both know what it means.

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[buckysforeverprincess]

Lets get back to Bucky, shall we?

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hickeys » Sebastian Stan

Pairings: Boyfriend!Sebastian Stan x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Sebastian and Y/N can’t keep their hands off of each other while on vacation with her family and her brother sees the hickeys Sebastian left on her.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, little bit of PDA, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart)

Request: if you feel comfortable writing, you could do Sebastian x reader where they are on vacation with the reader's family and they can't keep their hands off each other leading to you know what.... ;) and the other day the brother the reader notices some lol marks and makes a little joke.

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this! I also apologize, I accidentally posted it instead of saving it to my drafts. Also, for some reason Tumblr isn’t letting me post requests with the asks and I don’t know why.

A/N #2: Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me find 2 out of the 3 pictures down below.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You invited Sebastian to go on vacation with you, your parents, and your brother. You two haven’t been able to keep your hands off of each other since you guys got here.

You walked outside to see Sebastian talking to your brother. You bit your bottom lip and walked over to Sebastian and sat down on his lap.

“Is my brother annoying you, baby?” You asked, kissing his stubbly cheek.

Your brother squinted his eyes at you, glaring at you.

“No not at all, sweetheart.” Sebastian says, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I’m gonna leave before you two start making out in front of me.” Your brother says, getting up and walking away.

When your brother was out of sight, you took the opportunity to kiss Sebastian. The kiss got heated quickly. Sebastian maneuvered you so you were straddling him.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.” Sebastian says against your lips.

“Me too.” You agreed.

You rubbed your hands up and down on his shirtless body. One of Sebastian’s hands slid up your back and toyed with the string of your bikini top.

“Mmm Seb, not out here.” You say, grabbing his arm.

“Why not?” Sebastian moves his lips down to your neck. “It wouldn’t be the first time we fucked on the beach.” He says with a smirk.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” You say.

You stood up, holding your hand out for him. Sebastian stood up, taking your hand in his and went inside, quickly leading you to the bedroom before your parents and brother seen you two. As soon as you guys were behind closed doors, Sebastian pinned you against the wall and kissed you hungrily. He grasped the back of your thighs and picked you up, taking you to the bed. He laid you down gently and hovered over you. One of his hands slid down your body and slipped inside of your bikini bottoms. His fingers found your clit and began rubbing it in circles. You moaned and arched your back. Sebastian’s other hand went underneath you and untied your bikini top, throwing it somewhere in the room. He kissed along your neck and chest. You gasped when his teeth nipped your skin, hard enough for hickeys. A loud moan left your lips when two of his fingers slid inside of your pussy. Sebastian quickly silenced you with a kiss.

“You have to be quiet, baby or your parents and brother will hear us.” Sebastian says.

“I’m sorry. It feels— oh fuck!” You moaned against his lips.

His fingers moved faster against your wet walls while his thumb rubbed your clit.

“Seb!” You moaned, bucking your hips against his hand.

“What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what you need?” He says.

“Fuck me!” You begged.

Sebastian didn’t need to be told twice. He removed his fingers from your cunt, making you whine at the empty feeling. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your bikini bottoms and pulled them down your legs, dropping them on the floor. You watched as Sebastian stood up and took off his swim trunks, revealing his hard cock. He spread your legs and got in between them. He teasingly rubbed his cock in between your folds making you whine in frustration.

“Sebby, stop teasing me!” You whined.

“Your wish is my command, baby.” Sebastian says with a chuckle.

You gasped when he slid his cock inside of you. Sebastian gave you a moment to adjust to his size. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. His thrusts started off slow and you weren’t having it. You wanted more.

“Faster please!” You begged.

Sebastian’s hands gripped your hips and he started thrusting faster. Your jaw dropped, moans of his name left your lips and your head was thrown back. Your nails dug in his back with every thrust.

“Sebby, I—” A moan left your lips before you could say anything else.

Sebastian quickly silenced you with a kiss.

“You have to be quiet, baby.” He says against your lips.

“I-I’ll try.” You stutter with a moan.

One of your hands covered your mouth when the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot. Your loud moan was muffle by your hand. You took your hand away from your mouth to say something.

“Right there!” You gasped, trying your best not to be loud.

You arched your back in pleasure which gave Sebastian a new angle.

“Yes! Fu—” One of Sebastian’s hand left your hip to cover your mouth.

“I know that’s your little spot, sweetheart, but you have to be quiet.” Sebastian says.

You nodded your head, looking into his blue eyes that were filled with lust. Sebastian’s hand stayed on your mouth to keep your moans muffled. His other hand left your hip, going down to your clit and began rubbing it in circles. Sebastian watched as your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. Your cunt clenched around his cock causing him to moan lowly.

“Fuck.” He moans lowly.

Your orgasm began to build up the more he rubbed your clit. Sebastian wasn’t too far behind you.

“You gonna cum, baby?” Sebastian asks panting.

You moaned into his hand and nodded your head yes.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He says.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned his name loudly into his hand as you came hard. He came inside of you after a few more thrusts. Sebastian bit his bottom lip to keep his moans muffled. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He took his hand off of your mouth and pulled out of you, laying down next to you. Sebastian covered the two of you up with a blanket and pulled you closer to him. You laid your head on his chest as Sebastian rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“I love you, Seb.” You say, leaning up to kiss his lips.

“I love you too, baby.” Sebastian says against your lips.

You two slowly dozed off. The following morning, you woke up still in Sebastian’s arms, making you smile. You rubbed your eyes and looked up to see that Sebastian was already awake.

“Morning, baby.” Sebastian says, kissing your lips.

“Morning, Sebby.” You say against his lips.

You laid your head back on his chest, wanting to cuddle with him for a few more minutes.

“Seb?” You say after a moment.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He says.

“Do you want to go for a morning swim with me?” You asked, lifting your head to look up at him.

“Sure! Sounds like fun.” He says.

You two got out of bed and put your swimsuits on.

“Can you tie this for me please?” You asked, holding the strings of your bikini top against your back.

“Of course, baby.” Sebastian says.

A shiver went through your body when his fingers lightly touched your skin. Sebastian’s hands wandered your waist as he placed kisses along one of your shoulders.

“Seb!” You whined, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“I can’t help it. You look fucking hot in this bikini.” He says, continuing to kiss along your shoulder.

“Later.” You say, playfully pushing him away.

You and Sebastian walked out of them bedroom and went outside to the water. Your brother was walking out of the water at the same time you and Sebastian were going in it.

“Morning!” You say to your brother.

“Morning.” Your brother says.

Your brother furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed the hickeys along your neck and chest that Sebastian left on you last night.

“There’s a bunch of hickeys on you.” Your brother points out.

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Sebastian smirks and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Let’s hope mom and dad don’t see those.” He says and walks away.

You sighed and turned around to face Sebastian to see a smirk on his face.

“I told you no hickeys before we left for this trip.” You say.

“I couldn’t help myself, baby.” Sebastian says, pulling you closer to him.

You squealed when Sebastian picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. He took you in the water and dropped you in it causing you to gasp at the coolness of it.

“You’re lucky that I love you.” You say, kissing him.

“I am.” He smiles against your lips.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Face sitting | Tommy Lee

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> Boyfriend!Tommy Lee x Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Tommy wants a taste of you.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 326

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) 18+, Minors DNI, smut, face sitting, oral (fem!receiving)

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 -> Hey! I love your work and would love to make a request for your drabbles. What do you think about Tommy Lee + facesitting? That man is my weakness and Seb with tattoo’s is my dream man so this is an opportunity I can’t refuse 😁 Thank you so much!

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 -> Fandom-Free Bingo: Wild Edition | G2 | Face Sitting | @fandom-free-bingo

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“Come on, babe. I haven’t had a taste of you since this morning,” Tommy groans.

He is lying on his stomach on the bed and looking at you. The slight pout on his lips makes your knees weak. This man has you under control, with his handsome, perfect tattoo-covered body, his black hair that falls into his face, the smirk on his lips, and just the way he looks at you with his perfect green eyes.

“Tommy, I need to go to work.”

“It’s fucking home office, and you have half an hour before the meeting starts.”

You shake your head, waking up closer to him and leaning down to kiss him. Tommy immediately turns around, lying on his back and pulling you into the bed and on top of him.

“Now you’re on top of me already. Please, baby. Let me have a taste of your fucking perfect pussy,” he mumbles.

“Babe,” you chuckle, kissing him softly.

Tommy's hands slide underneath your shirt, moving up and down your sides before he cups your breasts and kneads them softly. Groaning when you start grinding against him, his bulge pressing against your covered pussy, and you can’t help but moan softly.

“Please, baby. I need your pussy,” he grumbles.

You sigh, nodding, and he immediately lifts your skirt. Tommy groans when his hands slide along your thighs and up to your pussy. He slips his fingers underneath your panties, shoving them to the side, and guides his fingers to your entrance.

“So fucking wet.”

He grabs your waist with his other hand, pulling you further to his face. When your pussy is placed above his face, he smirks, removing his fingers and pulling you down until you sit on his face. He kisses every inch before he slides his tongue through your wet folds. Tommy groans, dipping his tongue into you before he pushes you further down and eats you out like he hasn’t had a meal.

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[flordeamatista]

Sebastian Stan + Rings

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖶𝖾𝖾𝗄 2: '𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗈𝗑' 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. @the-slumberparty

DESTROYER ─── Chris

FRESH ─── Steve Kemp

MONDAY ─── Mickey Henry

ONCE UPON A TIME ─── Jefferson

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Something Old, Something New

Title: Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Fandom: The 355

Word Count: 9.5K (whoopsie)

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Warnings: infidelity, divorce, recreational drug use (marijuana), drinking, mutual pining, pet names (Gumdrop, baby), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected p-in-v sex, mention of bodily fluids (creampie), public sex, if I forgot anything please tell me

A/N1: My tiles for @thebasementspouses VOTM Nick Fowler BINGO were: divorced, best friend’s brother, writer’s choice(prompt #802 from @creativepromptsforwriting), drunken confession, public sex. BINGO card at end of story.

A/N2: I have been working on this story for weeks and I really hope I have done the Nick Fowler fandom justice. It's my first time, and hopefully not the last time, writing for Nick. I thoroughly enjoyed writing him. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

My Masterlist

Three Months Ago

The cardstock was rigid in your hands, the envelope discarded seconds ago. The confetti in the envelope litters around your Chucks as you bring your attention to the words embossed upon the invitation. You had been waiting for this day ever since you received the Save the Date announcement.

You ran your finger over the pretty lettering, its raised borders were a nice tactile touch. The peaceful pink, whispered white, and mellow merlot of the flowers against a hint of golden accents was a beautiful choice. Not too feminine, nor too masculine.

Turning the invitation over, you found more information. 

‘Accommodations will be completely covered for your 8-night stay at The Ocracoke Harbor Inn by the family of the Bride. You will be staying in the fully-furnished Treasure Chest Cottage. Amenities include full-service linens, complimentary wireless Internet, and guest boat docking. Guests have access to a sound-side beach. Password for WI-FI given upon check-in. Nonsmoking, no pets.’

Leave it to the Fowlers to go nuts and rent out the entire inn for their only daughter’s wedding, you thought to yourself. You were not surprised at all, growing up as a rich girl’s best friend had its perks.

As if on cue, your phone started to play the opening notes of Losing You by Solange to signal an incoming call. Pulling your phone out, you smiled seeing Deanne’s name. You clicked Accept and raised the phone to your ear.

“Hello to the future Mrs. Alexander!” Your cheery demeanor not letting on how jealous you were of your friend’s impending nuptials.

Euphonious laughter rings through the earpiece and you can’t help but join in.

“Girl, can you believe it? I am about to tie the knot, be off the market, and settle down. I’m only 12% nervous about everything so I’m doing great,” she snorted, and suddenly you were a bit less jealous if this kind of anxiety is what she had to deal with, “Anyway, um, I was giving you a call because I wanted to ask if you got your invitation and I also wanted to see if I could save myself time in waiting for your R.S.V.P. and bug and pester you until you agree to let my parents pay for you to come spend a week with us and come to my wedding and–”

“Deanne! Stop with the run-on sentence, doll. Did you think I was gonna pass up this opportunity? God, I love that you chose Ocracoke as your wedding destination. So many vacations were spent getting into all kinds of trouble,” you recalled, images of splashing in the water as kids and lounging on the beach as teens replayed in your mind.

“Yeah. Hey, when we were little girls planning our dream weddings, I was serious when I said I wanted it on the beach on Ocracoke Island. But not in the summer because of bugs and heat, but in the winter so we get that beautiful off-season fresh air,” Deanne mused.

“Dee, it’s gonna be gorgeous. I cannot wait to see you in your stunning dress walking down that aisle. Just know that since I am your oldest friend, you pretty much owe me the bouquet,” you laughed, only half-joking.

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s already yours,” she bantered, clearing her throat before speaking again, “So, I also called because I wanted to vent a little, if that’s okay?”

“It’s always okay. You doing alright?” you asked, now worried that your friend was in trouble.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I have an update on Nick and Tori, though,” she paused, allowing your mind to wander.

The mention of your first crush’s name sent a shiver down your back. Many a moment had been wasted thinking about his pretty smile and grayish-blue eyes. You’d liked Nick before you knew you even liked boys. He was the heartthrob that trumped every teen dream of every other girl in America’s heart. In your mind, he was the closest to perfect you could imagine. 

You responded, “Oh?”

“So, their divorce is finalized. My big brother is officially a divorcé. I would have thought that a man who was with someone for so long might be partying it up right now. But he says he’s focusing on work and, I don’t know. I just want him to be happy. And like, he’s getting divorced as I’m getting married and it feels so weird. It doesn’t seem fair,” she lamented.

“Dee, come on. You know Nicky wouldn’t want you to think like that. He loves you. You’re his favorite sibling,” you jested, trying to lighten the mood.

“Ha ha. I’m his only sibling. I better be his favorite,” Dee chuckled, happy to be distracted, “So that brings me to you, Miss Missy. Last I heard, you were dating some engineer guy? Do I get to meet him soon?”

You inwardly cringed, hopes dashed of being able to avoid the topic of your relationship status. Things with Curtis kind of fizzled out when you found his tongue down an intern’s throat. You had been bringing him dinner since he’d complained about the late nights at the office.

Turns out he was hungry for more than your baked ziti. 

You explained all this to Dee, remembering the look on Curtis’ face when you poured the prepared food into his lap. He was so shook, it was beautiful.

“I didn’t want to waste all that food but he looked wonderful with my pasta all over his shirt and pants. He honestly deserved it. It was his favorite shirt too. I hope those stains never come out,” you huffed, feeling like you were right back in that office again.

“I have never been so proud of you. I wish I could put hot sauce in his underwear for hurting my girl. I’m sure if I just had a few minutes, I could come up with something more diabolical than that. But it’s what I have at a moment’s notice,” she retorted.

One thing you could always count on Dee for? Getting angry for you and using her beautiful and educated mind to come up with some way to make the person who slighted you pay for their misdeeds. It was both adorable and super embarrassing to have her tiny frame looking up into some bully’s face pointing her finger at them.

“Well, I appreciate your offer, but he is so not worth the energy. You have much better things to think about, like your wedding day. This is your cue to stop worrying about me, Dee,” you advised, a stern tone coloring your words.

“Fine, I will stop worrying about you out loud. You got it, girl. Anyway, I won’t hold you. Talk soon, ok? I miss you,” she said, and you could envision her getting bleary-eyed.

“I miss you too, Dee. We’ll get together soon, I promise,” you sighed, feeling guilty for letting your friendship dwindle over the years.

“I’ll hold you to it. Bye, babe,” she hummed.

“Bye.” You hang up the phone and close your eyes. Visions of what Dee will look like in her wedding dress cloud your thoughts. Little snippets of grayish-blue eyes and dark brown hair seep in and you can almost hear his laugh again. You open your eyes, blinking away the mental images that brought you joy for a moment.

‘This is fine,’ you thought to yourself. Yeah, totally. You’re only going to see your best friend from childhood get married, effectively ending your childhood with a pretty bow on top. You also were only going to be with the biggest crush you ever had for like, an entire week. 

And he’s single. 

And probably needy. 

And...you had better get your jaw up off the floor if you were going to get anything done.

Three months is enough time to get your brain, your body, and your emotions in check before you make a fool out of yourself in front of your second family.

Right?

January 20th, 2024 – Day One

Standing on the deck of the Hatteras Ferry, you watch as Ocracoke Island comes into view. The sun is at its highest and you are thankful for your sunglasses shielding the the bright sunlight bouncing off the crystal clear waters. You can taste the salty air and you are instantly transported to memories of running around the decks of this ferry with Deanne and Nick while your mothers tried in vain to wrangle you all.

The island comes into view and you search the docks for a familiar face. Dee promised to meet you at the docks, but when you approach them she is nowhere to be found. You pull your luggage behind you as your shoulder bag decides to slide off.

Before it can hit the ground, it’s caught by the strap by a strong hand at the same time you reach out to grab it. You thank the kind stranger as you both stand to your full height and you are face-to-face with a grown-ass Nicholas Fowler. He says something and you don’t hear hide nor hair of what the hell he just said, you look at him and break into a smile and he chuckles and speaks again.

“I hope you don’t mind Dee got me to pick you up. She had some wedding stuff to do. I wasn’t listening,” he explains, adjusting his sunglasses and putting your bag on his shoulder. He gestures over to his black Lamborghini Urus. 

Once you walk over, he puts your shoulder bag in the back seat. You step closer to him to hand him your rolling luggage. You are mesmerized as his strong forearms flex when he puts everything in the SUV. 

You clear your throat and look around when he looks back at you, catching you watching him. He closes the back door and guides you to the passenger side, opening your door for you.

“Oh, you’re a full-service driver today, huh?” you joke, stepping past him. Your platform espadrilles clacking on the asphalt. Adjusting your strapless sundress, you climb in.

“Whatever service you require, Gumdrop,” he replies with a smile, making sure you are comfortable before closing your door.

That fucking nickname… He would call you gumdrop instead of your name more often than not. That’s all, he didn’t mean anything by it, right?

When you are both buckled in, you start the drive across the island. Comfortable conversation is easy between you two. It’s like you fall back into a safe space with him. You talk about old vacations, funny moments, and what you both are up to these days. Neither of you mentions either of your failed relationships and you can’t keep the smile off of your face.

“Hey, we still have an hour until check-in. You wanna grab a bite or go to the beach or something?” he suggests.

“Are you sure they’re not waiting for us?” you counter, wondering if it’s a good idea to have a little moment with Nick all to yourself.

“I’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission. No pressure, just a suggestion,” he presses, taking a second to look over at you and smile that smile that has had you in a chokehold most of your life.

After thinking about it for all of five seconds, you agree to have lunch at Plum Pointe Kitchen. You enjoy a generous helping of Drunken Chicken nachos while Nick gets the VooDoo Shrimp PO’Boy. You share half of your meal, and Nick refuses to let you pay for anything.

Making your way to the Ocracoke Harbor Inn after lunch, you finally meet up with everyone. Dee is in mid-conversation with someone when she sees you and Nick pull up into the parking lot. She walks over to you and pulls you into a very tight embrace. It’s like everything was chaos before you got here.

“Oh my goodness, I am so glad you are here. How was the trip? Did you eat? Did Nick bore you? I’m sorry that I couldn’t come and meet you, but we had a little mishap with the reservation for the hotel and then I thought I left my wedding dress at home, and then we–”

You cut off Dee before she can work herself into a frenzy again, “Dee! Breathe. You’re gonna be fine, I promise. And is that Matthew? Introduce me already, would you?” you encourage, trying to get your friend’s mind off of the previous debacle and onto the man walking over.

Dee introduces you to Matthew and he charms you with the way he dotes on Dee. He seems like the type to be able to handle her rambling and intense emotions. How he looks at her while she speaks makes you miss having someone look at you like that.

“Well, it’s just about 3 o’clock now. Let’s get checked in and settled, then we can get together later?” Matthew chimes in.

“Sounds good,” Nick agrees, turning to you, “Go ahead and leave your stuff in my car. I’ll take you to your cottage after we are all checked in.” You nod, trying to hide your excitement. 

Once you are done with the receptionist, you get your key and the wifi password to your cottage. While waiting for everyone else to get done, you fiddle on your phone until Nick’s shadow looms over you. Looking up, you are greeted with his eyes no longer shielded by his sunglasses in the dim lobby.

“You ready, Gumdrop? We still have some time before Mom and Dad show up. And I think I remember Dee saying she would call when she was ready to go out,” he concludes, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was nervous about something. But you don’t push.

“All set,” you say, smiling up at him feeling bold enough to wrap your arm around his while you walk out of the lobby.

Dee shouts after you to behave yourselves and tense up a bit while Nick chuckles, seemingly amused by his sister’s thinly veiled comment on two single adults being close. Damn them.

Nick opens the passenger side door for you again, closing it once you are safely inside. He drives to the Margaritaville Cottage where he will stay with his parents during the trip. He instructs you to stay in the car while he just drops his bags off and is back outside in a few minutes.

The next stop is your cottage, called the Treasure Chest. You snicker at the name, thinking it sounded more like a pirate-themed strip joint. When Nick asks what you’re laughing about, you tell him your thoughts on the name of where you are staying. The slow smile that spreads on his face makes you involuntarily clench your thighs, wondering what his days-old stubble would feel like between your legs.

He tilts his head just slightly at you, then turns back to the road, smile still intact. Luckily the drive is short as the cottages are fairly close to one another. Nick parks in the driveway and you both get out and stretch your legs. He comes around and grabs your shoulder bag and luggage, motioning for you to lead the way.

Walking up the steps to the door, you unlock it and are welcomed by the scent of fresh linen. The central air of the cottage is just this side of perfect and you drop your purse on the dining room table. Turning around, you see Nick walking into a room off of the living room.

“Holy shit, you got a King-sized bed,” he shouts from the bedroom.

Walking in, you sit at the foot of the bed next to Nick and start to untie your shoes. He follows suit and turns to you biting his lip, a question at the tip of his tongue.

Facing him, you ask, “What? Do I have something on my face?” 

“No. I, uh...I’m surprised you haven’t asked yet,” he notes. At your confusion, he holds up his left ring finger. A band of untanned skin around the base clues you in that he’s talking about his divorce.

“Nicky, I would never make you talk about it. It can’t be easy in that situation. I mean, I only broke up with Curtis a few months ago and we were only together for six months. I couldn’t imagine how a divorce feels after how long you and Tori were together,” you insist, placing a hand on his knee.

He covers your hand with his and nods. “Mom and Dad are pretty good about it. They don’t ask me how I’m doing with that sad look in their eyes anymore. But Dee? Jesus, when I told her about the incident, she was out for blood. I had to end up calming her down. All because someone broke her big bro’s heart. Love her, but she can get a little carried away,” he finishes.

“This is not to make you feel like you need to share, but you mentioned “the incident” and now I’m curious. Feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up. But I caught Curtis with his tongue down another woman’s throat. I don’t know for sure how long it had been going on or if they had done anything else together, but I knew at that moment that I was done. I am worth more than that. And so are you, Nicky,” you encourage, feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders after finally talking about your breakup.

“My situation was similar. Tori had been cheating on me for the last two years of our marriage with her boss. I had a feeling something was up, just didn’t want to believe it was something like this,” he reveals, continuing, “But I am moving on, so to speak. I’m not holding out anymore for her to come crawling back to me with a sad story and all that. Even though I hope that she falls in a sinkhole.”

You both laugh and continue talking, taking your minds off of your breakups. You reminisce about all of the times you’ve stayed on the island during vacations. You giggle over dumb stories of you all as teens in high school, hiding weed from your parents and drinking on the beach til it was time to sneak back into the hotel.

You get an idea and you tell Nick to give you a minute before you go back into the living room to retrieve your purse. Coming back into the bedroom, you pull out a vape pen and wiggle it in front of Nick’s face, a devilish smirk on your lips.

“We’ll just take one hit each and we will be fine. Just a bit more mellow,” you offer, pulling him to the balcony off of the living room. You each occupy a wicker chair and you hand over the device.

“Gumdrop, you little devil,” he takes the pen from you and inhales, closing his eyes and holding the smoke in his lungs before letting it out. The smoke dissipates quickly and you can see the weight lift off of his shoulders. Handing it back to you, he exhales loudly and leans back in his chair.

Putting the tip in your mouth, you hit the button and inhale. Warm vapor fills you and you release the button, holding in the smoke for a beat and then letting it out toward the sky. You put the pen down on the table between you and fold your legs under you, letting your dress cascade down.

Sitting in companionable silence with Nick feels great. Neither of you feels the need to talk while you listen to the sounds of nature around you. People walking around the cottages, cars driving by, and the distant waves from Pamlico Sound make you wish you had gone to the beach earlier.

“Fuck, that was only one hit and I feel like my bones are made of jelly,” you remark, swaying to a song that isn’t playing with your eyes closed.

Nick looks over to you and smiles, “Must be jelly ‘cause jam don’t shake like that.”

You open your eyes and turn to him, your mouth twitches before you break out into uncontrollable laughter. Nick soon follows and you both are taken over by the giggles. You settle down soon enough, still feeling the buzzing calmness of being high.

“The world needs more people like you,” you beam.

“Nah, I like being unique,” he replies, his phone chiming. Picking up a video call from Dee, “Hey Sis.”

“Hey, me and Matt were gonna go for dinner and drinks, you in?” she asks.

“Yeah, that sounds...good,” Nick answers for himself while looking at you to get your answer.

“Ok, well get ready and meet us at Oyster Company. And tell my best friend that she is coming, no ifs, ands, or buts. See you both soon!” With that, she ends the call.

“So...our decision has been made for us. Do you need to change or anything?” Nick wonders, gesturing to your traveling attire.

“If I take this dress off, I am not going out. Besides, I like this dress. I think I look positively adorable. But I will change my shoes to something more comfortable,” you finish before Nick can comment on how he also likes your dress. You pick up the vape pen, make your way back to your luggage, and pull out some flat sandals.

Once you are ready, you make your way back outside and are surprised to see Dee and Matt parked on the street outside of your cottage. “We decided to pick you up. Matt is DD tonight, so we can all get a little loosey-goosey. Plus, I can always tell when Nick is high, so get in losers!”

Nick snorts, and you are mortified to be found out, but you quickly get over it once you are in the backseat of Matt’s Audi Q4. The short ride to the restaurant was spent with Nick’s left leg brushing against your right leg. He was either manspreading or he wanted to touch you and wanted to keep it under the radar.

Either way, you were excited to feel his warmth next to you.

When you make it to the restaurant, you sit at a high table and it almost feels like a double date. Especially when your waitress congratulates Dee and Matt on their wedding while remarking that you and Nick make a cute couple as well. Your face warms up and you suddenly feel like every eye is on you. 

Nick comes to your rescue, answering the waitress with a smile, “My girl’s a bit shy, is all. Can we get a pitcher of beer for the table to start? And also two shots of Crown Royal Vanilla for me and the little lady. Thanks.”

If it was possible, you would have melted through the floor and evaporated, but instead, you just hide behind the menu until Nick pokes his head in.

“That wasn’t to embarrass you, I swear. But I got nervous that she was gonna try and flirt with me, so I dragged you under the proverbial bus with me,” he admits, his lopsided smile only making you want him more.

“Fine. You’ll just have to make it up to me,” you warn, a devious grin appearing on your face. 

You put down your menu just as the waitress comes back with the drinks. Taking both shots, you hand one to Nick. Staring in each other’s eyes, you clink your shot glasses and then tap them on the table before taking the shot. The sweet burn of the liquor warms you from within while Nick’s eyes on you melt whatever nerves you had previously.

A cleared throat breaks your trance, your focus changing from Nick to Dee.

“I talked to Mom and Dad and they won’t get here ‘til Friday afternoon with the rest of the guests. Dad said he had a few things to take care of and not to worry. Of course, I worry tenfold because he told me not to,” Dee interjects, busying herself with pouring beer into her frosted glass.

“Baby, they’ll be here as soon as they can. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything,” Matt insists, moving a strand of hair away from Dee’s face before kissing her.

“Promise to keep me occupied?” she requests, a sinful smile on her face.

“I do,” he jokes, clearly proud of himself for making his fiancée blush.

“First of all, how dare you? Secondly, that was almost too cute so watch yourself,” she laughs.

You roll your eyes at the happy couple and smile, going back to looking over the menu. The waitress comes back to the table and takes your orders. Over the meal, you get to know Matt a bit more and you can see how Dee fell in love with him. He’s intelligent, funny, and charismatic. The way he talks about and to her makes you so happy to know your friend found love.

When they turn to talk to each other, you and Nick spark up a conversation about work. He tells you what he can about working for the government, keeping the specific details to himself. You regale him with stories of your time as a freelance writer. You’ve written for dozens of publications, but you just want to get your original works out there for people to enjoy. 

After mentioning a few pieces you wrote for GQ, Nick expressed interest in reading your articles. You try and downplay your skills, but he presses you for the links. Taking out your phone, you realize that you don’t have his number. 

While you exchange digits with Nick, you are too busy to notice Dee casting a sidelong glance and smiling to herself. You ramble on as you send him link after link of some of your favorites. With your face in your phone, you don’t notice the way Nick looks at you with a mix of pride and hunger.

“Well, I am ready to call it a night,” Dee yawns, getting everyone’s attention, “But I could use a nightcap. Who’s up for a trip to the ABC Store? We can make it before they close.”

Everyone agrees and after the check is paid, you all pile into Matt’s SUV for the quick drive to the liquor store. You browse the aisles for a bit by yourself. Filling up your basket with a bottle of wine, some whiskey, and a six-pack of hard seltzers, you surmise that this will sustain you for the week ahead and go in search of the others.

You find Nick in front of the beer cooler, hard at work trying to decide between a 12-pack of Sam Adams’ Cold Snap and Harpoon’s Long Thaw. You suggest he get both and he agrees.

Meeting Dee and Matt up at the front of the store, you stand next to Nick in line and he laughs at the contents of your shopping basket. He puts his beer up for the cashier to scan and has you do the same, paying for your items. 

A little piece of you feels taken care of and you thank him while continuing to tell him he doesn’t have to. He just shushes you and says you can make it up to him later. Before your mind can think about what that might entail, the sale is rung and bagged. Nick picks up the beer and you grab the bag of your things.

Nick asks Matt to just drop him off at your cottage since he left his car there. His cottage is literally next door, but you’re not exactly gonna deny yourself the company. Dee and Matt drive away and you turn back to Nick. You both laugh nervously and you surprise yourself by speaking up.

“So, um. I was gonna have a weed and whiskey moment to myself, but I’d be willing to share if you’re interested,” you hint, watching as he weighs his options. 

“Lead the way, Gumdrop,” he replies.

He follows you in, closing the door behind him. He puts his beer into the fridge along with your hard seltzer. You put the wine on the counter and take out the whiskey while Nick finds two short glasses in the cabinet. Pouring a generous amount in each one, he offers you a drink and you take a sip of the amber liquid. 

Letting the whiskey sit in your mouth, you savor the hints of vanilla and spice. You reach in your purse for your vape pen and take a hit of it before offering it to Nick. Taking a long pull off of the pen, he exhales and you watch as his shoulders relax. You both take another sip of whiskey and revel in the dual flavors of the weed and whiskey.

You take your glass and the bottle, moving onto the patio off of the living room, and sit down in one of the wicker chairs while Nick takes the other. The conversation comes easily enough. Mostly high thoughts and random memories come to mind. After a while, you put on some music and when 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps comes on, you can’t help but dance in your chair.

Nick stares while you close your eyes and move your hands to the trip-hop classic. You spend the entire song moving to the downtempo beat and enjoying your crossfade. The trance you were under slowly dissipates as the song ends and Pendulum by FKA Twigs starts.

When you open your eyes, Nick is pulling you to stand up. You’re lost as to what he is doing until his hands go to yours, pulling them to rest around his neck while he holds your hips. As the song continues, you follow his slow lead and sway to the intimate and mesmerizing indie hit.

🎶

You're younger than I am broken

I dance feelings like they're spoken

So my conversation's not enough

So lonely trying to be yours

Running through sliding doors

So lonely trying to be yours

When you're looking for so much more

🎶

By the time the song ends, the heat between you is unmistakable. Your hand tangles in his hair when he pulls you impossibly closer. Mere centimeters separate your lips. All you would need is to lean just one step closer and you’d finally get to taste his kiss.

Nick beats you to it and his hands pull your face to his, crashing your lips together. You can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips and he swallows it adding in his own grunts and groans. Kiss after kiss, you radiate carnality and passion. 

Breaking the kiss, you watch as he licks his puffy bottom lip. You take in a breath of air and prepare to dive back in but Nick voices his thoughts.

“You are gonna be the death of me, Gumdrop,” he sighs, and at your brows furrowing he continues, “You’ve only been back in my life for a day and I’m already thinking of ways to keep you in it. Don’t hate me, but I think we should chill out, just for tonight. I swear, if you still want this by tomorrow night, I am all yours. But you better be all mine. Please, tell me you can wait for me?”

“Tomorrow night and you’re all mine?” you plead, and he nods.

“Less than 24 hours, baby. Show me that these feelings aren’t just from the substances in our system,” he insists, and you wanna fuck him even more now after he says that.

You nod and he speaks up, “Need to hear your words, baby, like a big girl.”

“Fuck...yes, I can wait. I can wait for you, Nicky,” you whimper and he rests his forehead against yours. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, lifting his head from yours, “Now, why don’t we call it a night before I go back on my word? You look so good in this dress and I really wanna be good.”

Agreeing with him, you clean up your empty glasses and move the bottle to the counter next to the wine. Nick pulls you into him one last time, snaking a hand down to your ass and grabbing a hefty portion of it before a hardy slap lands on your left cheek. He only snickers at your yelp and nibbles on your bottom lip. 

“Keep that same energy for me because tomorrow I’m not holding back,” he vows, and if you weren’t leaning into him, your legs would’ve surely buckled. If he notices the tremble go through your body, he makes no mention of it and for that you are grateful.

“Goodnight, Nicky,” you hum.

“Sleep tight, Gumdrop. And do me a favor?” he challenges, at your nod he continues, “Save it for me. I’m gonna take care of you tomorrow, so no need to touch that kitty tonight, right?”

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, “Right.”

He leaves and once the door is closed, you lean back against it, your hand going to your neck where your pulse is playing a sick beat against your skin.

Less than 24 hours, you think. You got this.

That night, you dream of grayish-blue eyes and large hands roaming your body.

January 21st, 2024 – Day Two 

You wake just before 10:30 am and are greeted with a good morning text from Nick. He lets you know that he is taking you out, just the two of you. Since Dee and Matt are enjoying a couple’s spa package, he figures it would only be right to hit some of your favorite places on the island.

You are dressed and out the door by noon. Nick takes you to pick up lunch at Taqueria 504 Suazo’s and you drive out to rent a Jeep Gladiator at for a few hours to drive on the beach. One of the best things about this island is that everything is so close. After 5 minutes, you are at your destination. 

Nick drives out a ways past the other people enjoying the off-season and stops about a minute after the last two fishermen you see. Guess he wanted a secluded spot, you think to yourself. While you get the food, Nick grabs the beach chairs and umbrella that he rented. The ocean breeze is agreeable enough, but you are glad that you brought a thin sweater to keep the chill off.

Once you sit down, you hand over Nick’s food and he digs into his burrito while you munch on your fish tacos. When your meal is finished, Nick puts your leftovers in the Gladiator and lets down the truck bed. He beckons you over and helps you sit on the edge and he climbs up and sits next to you while you both look at the water.

“Ya know, the last time we came out here I was just finishing my third year at Virginia Tech. You and Dee were seniors. I remember hoping upon hope that you would apply to VT and I remember you telling me you were accepting a scholarship from Princeton. I just sucked it up and congratulated you. Even though I was hoping you would understand why I wanted you close, I was so proud of you for venturing off on your own. You were always one to go after what you wanted. I just couldn’t stop wanting to be what you wanted,” he confesses, looking off into the water.

“I wanted you, Nicky. Trust me, I did. But I was so afraid that I had a dumb little crush on someone who would never see me as someone other than his little sister’s best friend. The last time I saw you, I thought it was right to push away the idea of you ever having feelings for me. I also may have been afraid of what Dee would say. She’s kind of protective over both of us, ya know?” you finish.

“That girl can be a vicious little thing when she wants to,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “But don’t you think it’s kind of a sign that she had me pick you up from the ferry? And how suddenly today, we have a free schedule to do whatever we want together? I know my sister, and she’s done this before. She matched me up with my high school girlfriend, Beth.”

“Ugh, Beth with the braces and bangs. I used to call her Triple B behind your back. I hated her so much,” you mutter, trying to push the image of them kissing out of your mind.

“Yeah, well. I knew you hated her, but me being an idiot teenager didn’t exactly know that meant you liked me. I just thought you didn’t like her because she was kind of a bitch. She was plenty nice to me, but she could be...a little scary, at times,” he laughs, surprising himself.

“So...you think Dee would be ok with...this?” you say, gesturing between the two of you.

“I just think there is no way she would let us be alone together if she wasn’t halfway hoping it would work out,” he guesses, “Plus, honestly? We’re adults. We’re allowed to go after what makes us happy.”

A slow smile spreads across your face and you pull Nick in for a kiss. You don’t want to jinx it but he makes you happy too. The way he looks at you like you hung the moon, the way he listens to you and asks questions and the way he kisses you? 

It just has to be real.

Packing up your beach equipment, you head back to drop off everything. Getting back into his SUV, you head around the island and view some of the sights. You go shopping and pick up some new knick knacks to take home. Visiting the lighthouse, you take some photos and make sure to bring Dee and Matt here before you leave the island.

Since most of the island’s restaurants are closed on Sundays, you venture to Ocracoke Variety Store and opt for cooking dinner together. After you have all the ingredients you need for a simple fish fry, you head back to your cottage and you and Nick get your hands dirty.

You have him cutting up potatoes for steak fries while you are preparing the batter for the fish. When dinner is ready, you sit at the dining room table with soft music playing in the background. While Nick wanted to take you out for your first date, he could appreciate the quiet setting with just the two of you enjoying each other’s company.

Finishing your meal, Nick takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You smile and warmth radiates in your cheeks. You hate to admit it, but you wish you had a little liquid courage right now. But the nerves you feel only cement that this is happening.

He pulls you up from your seat, the hunger in his eyes evident from his blown-wide pupils. Leading you into the bedroom, he stops just short of the end of the bed. Standing behind you as you face the bed, he runs his hands down your bare arms and whispers in your ear.

“I cannot wait to take you apart, Gumdrop. But,” he starts, turning you around to face him, “First, I just want to take my time and worship this beautiful body I know you’re hiding from me.”

If he wasn’t holding you up, you would have melted into the carpet. But he’s there with firm hands and a gentle grip. Helping you out of your dress, he lays it on the chair in the corner. Coming back, he admires the white lace bra and panty set that accentuates your body shape.

His lips come back to yours, tasting your desire and wantonness with every kiss. Wrapping an arm around you, he guides you to lay back on the bed while maintaining the liplock. He kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while his hand unclasps your bra and removes it from your body.

Laying a kiss between your breasts draws a quick inhale from you. You can tell he’s proud of himself when he looks up at you while he licks one pert nipple, the other between his thumb and forefinger. He sucks on it as if he could siphon gold from your tits. Switching to the other, he gives it the same attention. 

The noises that come from him as he plays with your breasts are enough to make you shiver. He whimpers when you moan and throw your head back. He groans when he kisses down your belly, stopping to look up at you before he plants a quick kiss upon your covered mound.

He pulls down your panties at such an agonizing speed. Nick has to squeeze his dick through his pants when a string of your wetness stretches from your pussy to your underwear. Spreading your legs apart, he feasts on the view of your lips opening like a flower before him.

He wanted to go slow, he really did. But once he flattens his tongue and licks up from your entrance to your swollen nub, he is mesmerized by the taste of you. He goes back and forth between sucking on your button and lapping up whatever nectar drips from you. You can feel yourself inching toward the finish line, and he is right there to talk you through it.

“Fuck...you taste like Heaven...that’s right, baby...let go and cum for me like a good girl,” he commands between licks and kisses.

You’re nothing if not a good listener and seconds later, your walls are clamping around his fingers. You’ve never cum like this before and it washes over you like a warm waterfall. He removes his fingers from your wet opening and sucks them clean before moving up the bed to kiss you.

Tasting yourself on his tongue, you are beyond turned on. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he sits up to pull it off. Running your hands over his chest, you pull at the button of his pants.

“Use your words,” he urges, his hands stopping yours from moving further.

“Need to feel you, Nick. Please fuck me,” you beg, all thoughts gone from your head.

“There’s my good girl,” he replies, standing up from the bed to undress fully. Climbing back on the bed, he kneels between your legs. He strokes himself slowly, eight inches of uncut cock staring you in the face. He squeezes the base and you can tell he is just as excited as you are.

You crook a finger at him and once again, he is on top of you. With nothing between you, you’re impossibly close and you only want to get closer. Your hand soon finds his erection and he hisses at the contact, groaning when you stroke him.

He leans on one forearm while his other hand guides his tip between your lips, gathering some of your slick before entering you. You both groan loudly once he is fully settled inside you. 

“You good, baby?” he asks, anxious to start moving his hips.

“God, yes. Fuck me, Nicky,” you plead, feeling so full when you arch your back.

Foregoing words, Nick retracts his hips and thrusts into you. The wet squelch as he fucks you is music to your ears, just like the way he tells you how beautiful you are in between kisses. He uses your breasts as handholds while he pummels your snatch.

The way he looks into your eyes while he plunges inside you excites you so much that you don’t even notice when a tear escapes your eye. He kisses it away, trailing his lips to your neck where he sucks at your pulse point. At this point, you couldn't care less about a hickey. You just want to be his.

Your next orgasm surprises you and you squeeze his cock from the inside, coating him in your cream. 

“Good girl, coming all over my fucking dick. Feels so fucking good when you tighten around me like that. You are taking me so well, Gumdrop. Yes. You. Are,” he grunts, punctuating the last three words with deep thrusts inside you.

Flipping you over so you are on top, Nick grabs your hips and you start to ride him. You bounce on his cock like it’s the last time you get to fuck. By the mewls coming from him, you are doing it just right.

You feel another climax on its way, slowly building up in your core. Nick swats your hand away when you go to rub your clit. He licks his thumb and massages your neglected pearl until you are unable to hold it in any longer. The dual stimulation is too much and you gush, soaking Nick’s abdomen and your thighs.

“Oh fuck, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me. You must want my cum inside you with the way you’re...riding my dick. Shit, baby, I’m gonna blow. Where do you want it, baby?” he asks, you reply by doubling down on your hip motions.

“Right there, Nicky. Cum inside me, please,” you implore breathlessly.

“Yes, baby. Gonna cum for you, gonna fill you up so good. Ugh, fuck, here it comes,” he whimpers, his hold on your hips so tight to keep you close to him. 

You feel every twitch of his cock, his muscles pulling taut across his arms and chest as he floods your canal. Your name on his lips as he comes down is a badge of honor. Yes, you did that shit.

He pulls you down to kiss him, shallow thrusts keeping him semi-hard before he pulls out. He lays you down next to him, cuddling you close and kissing your forehead. You start to fall asleep but you can feel Nick moving off the bed. Your hand shoots out to grab for him, but he shushes you.

He goes into the bathroom and you hear the faucet running before he comes out with a wet washcloth. Wiping down your sensitive folds, he takes care of you so well. Putting the washcloth back in the bathroom, he comes back and helps you get under the covers and he snuggles in with you.

With your arms and legs entangled in one another, you drift off peacefully.

January 22nd – January 26th 2024 

The days before the wedding are spent enjoying the island with Nick, Dee, and Matt before the other guests arrive. More than once, Dee has cornered both you and Nick, asking embarrassing questions. You both say nothing, feigning ignorance even though Nick has moved into your cottage over the week, abandoning the cottage that he was supposed to share with his parents.

That being said, once his parents do finally make it to the island, he doesn’t even try and act like he isn’t staying with you. The smile on his father’s face says it all, he approves. His mother is far too preoccupied with getting everyone together for the wedding rehearsal to notice anything. 

That is until she catches you and Nick making heart eyes at each other as you stand in for the Bride and Groom in rehearsal. Yes, it was a bit too soon to be playing Wedding Day with a man whose divorce is less than 100 days old.

But when you know, you know.

At dinner, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and you don’t notice Nick following after you. Before you can enter the ladies’ room, a hand on your arm pulls you into the nearby gender-neutral bathroom.

You turn around and are met with hungry eyes before he descends upon you. Turning you around to face the mirror, he puts your hands on the sink and sinks to his knees, his hands roaming under your dress and up your legs until he pulls down your panties. He pulls out his already hard dick and pumps himself a few times before sliding inside you.

“Don’t fucking move, baby. Keep looking at yourself in the mirror, and your hands stay right where they are. You thought you could get away with teasing me in this tight fucking dress,” he breathes, “I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you til you’re dripping for me like the good girl I know you can be.”

When he places his hands on your hips, he begins a steady pace. He watches you in the mirror as your orgasm takes you over without warning. You squeeze him, your walls fluttering and coaxing him to follow you when you cover him in your juices.

But he surprises you when he pulls out and pulls your panties back up. When you turn around to ask why, he only kisses you and whispers in your ear, “I’ll get mine later, don’t you worry.” That only fills you with a little dread, your legs still wobbly as Nick tucks himself away and straightens his outfit. “Can’t have them knowing I just got my dick wet, right baby? See you back out there.” 

He exits the bathroom and leaves you with slick running down your legs and your brain falling out of your ears. And he’s worried about you being the death of him?

You straighten yourself and use the bathroom for its intended purpose. Once back in the banquet hall, you pray to any god who will listen that you don’t look like you just got some dick. You see Nick and Matt in a conversation like he’d been here the whole time. When Dee asks why you look flustered, you lie and say you’re just a bit tired.

Nick overhears you talking to Dee and interjects himself into the conversation, “Why don’t we go get some fresh air? Don’t worry, Sis, I’ll take care of her.” Helping you out of your chair, you both say goodnight to those at dinner.

Nick takes you back to the cottage, pulling you behind him as he walks out onto the balcony. Crashing his lips to yours, his hands scrunch up the fabric of your dress until you feel the night air chill your skin. 

“Hands on the railing, baby,” he says, peeling your soaked panties from you.

Nick’s pushing inside you in the next breath and it’s like he belonged there all along. Holding onto your hips, he begins his onslaught. All you can do is hold yourself up and be happy that no one is walking down this road because fuck they would be able to see you getting absolutely railed without abandon.

Your grip on the railing is faltering as he slams into you and he takes pity on you. He uses the grip on your hips to pull you back so you sit on his lap while he sits in the wicker chair. He moves you up and down on his dick while saying the filthiest things to you.

Once your climax hits, his pace falters and he thrusts up into you. His tip hits your cervix as he pumps you full. He holds you against him and kisses up your neck as you lay back on his chest. For a few moments, all you both can do is breathe and caress each other.

His dick slips free of you and you feel his load dripping from your thoroughly used hole. 

“Come with me back to Virginia,” he whispers, surprising both of you, “Don’t say no just yet. Think about it. We don’t leave for a couple of days. I have not been this happy in a very long while and I think I make you happy too. Just think about it, Gumdrop.”

A million things go through your head at the thought of giving up your life in New Jersey. This was a big step after only a week of playing house. Your brain comes up with so many what-ifs and reasons to not leap. But then one thought sticks, and you smile.

When you know, you know.

January 27th, 2024 – Wedding Day

You were never a big crier, but you shed many tears watching your childhood best friend marry the love of her life. It fills you with hope that everything does happen for a reason. While listening to their vows, you wonder if you could ever make that type of commitment. At that moment, Nick squeezes your hand and you smile up at him. Like he could read your mind, he seems to always know what to do to give you comfort.

Then again, he has known you most of his life. And when you think about it, it has always been him. A distant memory replays in your head of him simply putting a band-aid on your skinned knee when you were nine and he was twelve. Even then, he was there for you with a smile and a friendly hug.

The wedding reception is an all-out party but you expect nothing less from the Fowlers. The music, the food, and the atmosphere are perfect. Dee enjoys herself and is just happy to be married to Matt. And you are so happy for her, to see her without a care in the world. 

Nick focuses on you the entire night, making sure you are comfortable and that you have everything you need. You sit in his lap, effectively confirming any rumors that may have spread about you two. His hand on your knee is warm and you want to sneak out of here and take him to the nearest closet. But he doesn’t let you move an inch once he has you in his clutches.

The wedding photographer snaps a pic of you squealing when Nick plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek. The guests around you simultaneously swoon and groan, depending on their relationship status. Not that you care, you had your man. That’s all that matters.

After the wedding, you and Nick sneak off to a secluded area of the beach to look up at the stars. Taking off your shoes, you don’t mind the sand between your toes. You spend most of the night on the beach, just enjoying each other’s company under the moon. 

You are lucky enough to see a few shooting stars, and you can’t stop yourself from making a wish or two. Wondering if Nick made a wish, you open your mouth to ask him but close it just as quickly. You know his wish already and only you could make it come true.

Coming back to the cottage is bittersweet. The last night of your vacation is spent lying naked with Nick. No sex, just intimate cuddling. You loved how safe you felt in his arms, and you couldn’t deny yourself this feeling.

January 28th, 2024

You’re nervous all morning and Nick tries his best to keep your mind off leaving the island. But all you want to do is spend all day in bed with him.

Saying goodbye to Dee that day is full of teary-eyed hand-holding, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You hug her mother and father and thank them for inviting you. 

Nick drives you to the ferry, thinking for all the world that this is the last time he will see you. But like you continue to do, you surprise him when he’s helping you with your bags.

“So, I have some things to clear up in Jersey, but I was thinking Valentine’s Day is just a couple of weeks away. You can come to my place and we can spend some time together. I may not be ready to move 7 hours away just yet. But I know that I am not ready to be without you. I want you to know that I want this, whatever this is,” you admit, gesturing between the two of you.

“I can be amenable to that. On one condition,” he offers, taking your hands in his.

“And what is that one condition, Nicky?” you press, wondering what else he could want or if your terms weren’t enough.

“When we are with each other again, I get to call you my girl. That’s it. Be mine, and all that?” he laughs, watching as the frown lines on your forehead disappear and a smile grows on your face.

“You had me for a second, Nicky. But, why wait? I’m all yours already. Plus, I’ve already planted my flag in your back pocket,” you tease, snaking your hand around to goose him.

“So that would make me your man, then? And you’re my girl. Makes me wanna ask what made you decide to try this with me?” he hesitates, half wanting an answer and the other half just happy that you said yes.

“Hey, like I always say,” you start, wrapping your arms around his neck, “When you know, you know.”

END…?

A/N: All of the places in this story are real, this is not an advertisement for Ocracoke Island, NC btw. I just loved vacationing here so much, that I wanted to use it in a story lol.

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[buckysbarnes]

SEBASTIAN STAN as CHARLES BLACKWOOD WE HAVE ALWAYS LIVED IN A CASTLE (2018)

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[chrisdrysdale]

Honey love

farmer!bucky x farmer!fem!reader. (part of the “Farmland sweetness AU)

Summary: He always had his eye you, out feeding your animals, picking fruit and flowers, checking up on the honey bees but he's always been to scared to make a move, until now

18+ only <3

warnings: tooth rotting floof, flirting, shy bucky and reader, slow fluffy sex, cuddles, lots of kisses.

a/n: might turn this into an AU so maybe send drabble asks about the story?

word count: 2.2k

dividers by: @danowh0re

He was perfect, you were perfect. It was meant to be You don’t really know how all of this happened. One day you’re in the big city, good job, good relationship.. The next day, you’re moving out, fired and single. You decided to move out to the countryside, you need a detox from the big city. You settled into a small farm, other farms surrounding you. 

When you got settled you had no animals on the farm, just some old beehives from the previous owner and cat who came with the house called, Mittens. You were happy, but you wanted a purpose on your land. You ordered some cows, sheeps and chicken and fixed up the beehives and now you had a purpose. The catch is, you didn’t know anything about farming.You decided this would be a good time to introduce yourself to your neighbours. On your left hand side you had, Steve. He was tall, blonde and very strong. He showed you the right food to buy for your cattle and how to shear the sheep in the summer and where to sell it to. Two doors down from you was Tony, he was the techy one, he showed you which tractors and ploughs to invest in. On your right you had Ari, he didn’t really show you anything, he was too busy checking you out and just told you if you needed any heavy lifting to come to him. Wanda and Nat lived next to Ari, they showed you their beehives and how to care for them. Jake was the last on the street, he gave you some started seeds for berries and flowers which you were very thankful Then there was Bucky, he lived a few doors down from Steve. He had farmland and lots of experience. You knocked on his door and your breath was taken away when he opened the door. He was gorgeous, tall, muscular, dark brown hair and a scruffy face. He was perfect. You gave him a sheepish smile before speaking. “Hi, I’m y/n, I moved in a few weeks ago and I’m jus’ setting up my land now and I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks”. He smiled softly at you and opened his door wider. “Why don’t you come in, honey. I got a book of buyers and sellers that can help you”. You blushed and took his offer, stepping in and the smell of vanilla and oak overcame you. “I’m Bucky, by the way”. He led you into the kitchen and stuck on the kettle and began rummaging around looking for the book. “I assume you met everyon- oh please tell me you haven’t talked to Ari?” You giggled softly and he groaned. “God he tries to get his hand on every woman who come onto the street, you should have seen how disappointed he was when he found out Wanda and Nat were lesbians” You laughed softly and he smiled at you. “You have a beautiful laugh” 

You blushed hard and he handed you the book, filled to the brim with leaflets and cards. “Woah, thank you Bucky” “You’re welcome, honey. Would you like some tea?” You smiled and nodded as you began flicking through the book, but got a little shocked when a white fluffy cat jumped up on the table. The cat purred and nudged his head under your hand, you gently rubbed him and smiled when Bucky turned back. “I see you’ve met Alpine” “Aw! That’s such a cute name.” You kept petting him as Bucky handed you your tea and soon enough Alpine nestled down on the chair beside you. “So tell me about yourself, y/n. What's a gorgeous girl doing out here on a farm all alone”. You blushed at his slight compliment and told him the whole story of how and why you moved out leaving him in awe. “That’s quite the life story, honey”. You nodded and finished your tea. “Don’t I know it” You looked over at the clock and then out the window to where the sun was setting. You closed over the book and looked at Bucky. “I should probably get going now, I have a lot of animals to feed now” You both chuckled and you gave the book back to Bucky but he refused. “Keep it, honey. You need it more than I do”. You smiled and gave him a quick hug before leaving. 

The next few months were amazing for you. Flowers and plants began blossoming up all over your land, all your animals were healthy and producing well and you were getting close with all your neighbours. You and Steve would constantly bake on the weekends and you, Wanda and Natasha would all package up honey to sell. But you also grew closer to Bucky, you could sense that something was there. You just didn’t know what. You would constantly have tea at his house, sometimes bringing whatever baked goods you and Steve made that weekend and him teaching you the tricks of the trade. But then it all kinda stopped. Bucky stopped inviting you over and slowly started to stop coming out onto the road. You vented your heart out to the girls about how you were feeling and they felt awful for you, but there wasn’t much they could do, there wasn’t much anyone could do. So you gave up. You realised he must not feel the same and that nothing was going to happen. But that’s not what was happening. Bucky wanted you so bad that he had to distance himself from you, too worried to upset you, or make you uncomfortable that he literally had to take himself away from you. You were out the next day, scraping up some honey from your beehives as mittens flops and rolls around the grass beside you. You spotted someone walking up the lane and soon realised it was Bucky. You quickly dropped your scraper and began taking off your bee suit and running over to him. You opened your gate and ran down to him. “Bucky! Hey Bucky!” He turned and gave you a nervous smile. “H-hey, honey” You gave him a big hug and gently rocked side to side. “I’ve missed you so much! Where have you been?” “Jus’ been a bit down, lovely”. You frowned at his words. “Well why don’t you come over for a picnic later”. Bucky smiled softly and nodded, making you squeal with excitement. “How about four? Oh! And bring Alpine too, he can play with mittens. You smiled and let Bucky start walking again. “See you later!!”. You ran back to your house and instantly began preparing. You made your best sandwiches and picked your best strawberries, and got the best bottle of champagne from Wanda and Natahsa and packed up some of the cookies you and Steve made this weekend. You showered and got changed quickly, putting on a small sundress covered in little flowers. You went down to your field with your basket and blanket in one hand and mittens in the other. You laid it down and placed mittens on it before setting up the platter of food and laying little flowers on it. You sat down once you saw Bucky walking up the lane. He walked in your gate, Alpine trotting along behind him, you waved at him and he waved back. You stood up and hugged him as he got the blanket. “Hi Bucky” “Hi Honey” you both smiled and sat at the blanket and you showed Bucky. “I made ham and cheese sandwiches, picked and washed some strawberries from my greenhouse, those are cookies me and Steve last weekend and I stole some champagne from Wanda and Nat.” Bucky smiled widely at you. “Wow y/n, this all looks amazing.. You really didn't have to do all this for me”

“But I wanted to, you said you were feeling down, plus you helped me so I help you”. He smiled at you with so much love in his eyes and looked at the food. “Can I try one of your sandwiches?” You nodded and handed him one and you both began to eat. As you both ate you talked over how life has been and how you both were. By the end of the picnic, your head was resting on Buck’s shoulder and both the cats were snuggled up together. He gently stroked your arm and inhaled the scent of your hair as you watched the sunset. “I missed this honey, I missed us”. You sat up and looked at him, gently stroking his face. “I missed it too..  I got really worried about you. Why were you down Buck?” He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I can’t tell you sweetheart” You pouted and moved your hand to his chin. “Yes you can..” Once he heard that, he gently moved his face closer to yours and kissed you softly, taking you by surprise but you kissed him back. The kiss slowly became more and more passionate as Bucky brought his hands to the side of your face and mumbled out. “That’s why I’ve been down.. Couldn't have you”. He kissed you more and you crawled into his lap. “I want you too Bucky”. You moaned out into the kiss making him pull away. “You sure?”

“Positive.” Bucky quickly scoops up you and two cats before running back to your house. He dropped the two cats off at the door and brought you upstairs as he kissed you more. He kicked open your bedroom door and laid you on the bed, groaning at the sight of your perked nipples through your dress. He pulled off his flannel and his vest before kneeling between you and kissing down the outside of your dress. “Fuck, you’re gorgoeus, honey”. He kept going down before laying flat on his stomach and flipping your dress up and tugging down your pretty white panties revealing your dripping core. Bucky licked a stripe up your pussy and groaned. “Yup.. sweet like honey” Bucky ate you out like a starved man as you fisted his hair up in your hand and rocked your hips into his face before coming all over it. You panted as he kissed back up to your lips. You swirled your tongue around his mouth, your taste still lingering as your hand went down into his jeans. You began to gently stroke him, making him groan into your mouth but suddenly he pulled your hand out. “That’s for another day, baby. I need to be inside you”. You moaned at his words and pulled off your dress and bra as he undid his boxers. But then looked at you with a frown. “Condom?” but you winked back “pill” 

He pushed in softly but fast, making you scream in pleasure as he bottomed out. “That’s it baby, take my cock”. You moaned and arched your back as he began to slam into you, holding your waist. “Fuckin’ dreamed of this honey”. He laid on you, holding your face as he kissed and fucked you. You tugged on his hair, wrapping your legs around his waist  and digging your heels into his lower back. Bucky groaned and sucked a small hickey. “Taking me so well, baby, I’m all in there”. You moaned louder and louder as you clenched around him. “Oh fuck honey! You close already?” You moaned and your cheeks went flushed red. “Sorry” “No No please don’t apologise, I’m close too”. He panted into your ear, rocking his hips fast as you kissed him again. He moaned into your mouth. “Cum for me baby” You moaned loudly and clenched hard around him, causing his own orgasm to wash over him. You both froze, staring at each other as your highs slowly faded. You brought your hand up and stroked your thumb over his flushed cheek before he kissed you softly. Bucky pulled out slowly and quickly ran to your bathroom and grabbed a towel before coming back and wiping you both down. He tossed the clothes onto the floor and helped you under the covers, holding you close. “Get some rest, honey. You need it” you nodded and smiled before quickly falling asleep, Bucky following soon after.

You wake up the next morning to the smell of pancakes floating through the house. You quickly grabbed Bucky’s flannel and put it on, running down stairs and hugging Bucky’s waist. He chuckled softly and hugged your arms. “Hi Bucky” 

“Hi y/n, how’d you sleep beautiful?”

“So well” you replied back as you went over to the two cats, curled up on the couch. You went back over to Bucky and looked at him before speaking. “What happened last night, I ho-”. Bucky cut you off with a kiss and chuckled softly. “No it wasn’t just a one time thing.. I want this with you honey… I want it all”. You kissed his cheek. “Good.. Cause i want it all too” 

Bucky smiled at you and dished up the pancakes. “C’mon love, lets go have this on the deck, maybe Ari will come out and believe me you don’t wanna miss his reaction when he realises he can’t have you either!” 

Fin! <3 

A/N 2: reblogs, comments and likes are all appreciated!! 

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky fanfiction #bucky smut #bucky x fem!reader #farmer!bucky #farmland sweetness #sebastian stan #seb stan #sebastian stan characters

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Thinking about Chris mentioning how sometimes with actor friends you can see pieces of the person you know in their characters (x) and how he still is, after all these year, floored by Sebastian because, fuck, he knows so much about Seb and yet... he gets on screen and, holy shit, that is someone else. He can't believe how much of a chameleon his baby is. He's so proud.

#always and forever up in my evanstan thoughts #also #you bet your ass chris makes him blush and giggle like a little kid when after he comes home from a shoot #still with the fake tattoos or clothes or the build he had for a character #and chris goes Who Is This every time #its an inside joke but it also makes seb so bashful #chris loves it though #hes so wonderfully committed to acting #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #fandomfluffandfuck

[lex-is-up-all-night-to-get-bucky]

Happy Birthday Sebastian!

Pix are not mine

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[sarahrogersevans]

Sebastian stan and his wife reader brings their son or daughter to first grade school for the first time. Sebastian got a little emotional his kid is all grown up

My Kid Is Growing Up Too Fast- Sebastian Stan Wife!xreader fan fic request

Summary: Sebastian and Y/N bring their son to their first grade school for the first time and Sebastian tears up in happiness and sadness that his son is growing up

Warnings: angsty, fluff, emotional moments, fluff comfort, soft daddy Sebastian, let me know if I miss anything

-Sebastian’s POV-

Today is the day that Y/N and I bring our son Tommy to first grade and I cannot believe how fast our time went and that he is already gonna be going to grade school but I am so excited to drive him to school with Y/N this morning and I know she’s nervous about leaving him but I know he will have fun and make a lot of friends.

“Alright buddy, do you have everything Tommy?” I asked him and helped him put his small backpack on. Tommy nodded his head and said “yea! I’m ready dad!” I gave him a high five and said “that’s my boy, did you eat breakfast??” He nodded walking to the door and said “yes dad I had a waffle with peanut butter and some fruit.” I smiled and said “oh yum! That sounds delicious Tommy, alright let’s get in the car we gotta get to you to school.”

Y/N got in the car with us and we drove to his school and when we got there I parked the car and I helped him out and Y/N held his hand and said “alright sweetie first day of school, how ya feeling honey??” He shrugged and said “hmm ok I guess are you ok mommy?” She smiled and kissed his head and said “oh honey I just… I can’t believe how fast you are growing up before my eyes.” Tommy hugged his mom and said “love you mommy.” She hugged him and gave him his backpack and said “I love you too baby have fun and make some friends and behave ok?” He nodded and I knelt down by Tommy and said “alright son I’m sure you’ll be the hit of the class you are very smart and a great kid do your best son.”

Y/N and I watched him head inside the school with the other kids and he looked back at us sometimes and we both waved to him and we smiled at him and Y/N blew him a kiss. I looked at Y/N and noticed she was crying and I was trying to not cry but I started to cry and I hugged Y/N and said “baby I miss our son already..” she rubbed my back while hugging me and said “I know Seb but he’ll be ok he’s a tough kid babe.”

I smiled and nodded my head rubbing the back of my neck and said “you’re right Y/N, thank you for having a child honey I love you and our son so much.” She smiled and kissed me and said “oh Sebastian I love you so much and we got very lucky with Tommy.” I nodded my head and kissed her forehead and I looked into her eyes with love and said “very lucky doll, our famieverything I’ve never been so happy, I can’t wait to see what’s in store for our family and I bet Tommy will learn so much.”

-Y/N’s POV-

Later in the afternoon I went to go pick up Tommy from school with Sebastian and he was dressed as Bucky coming from filming and he still had the metal arm on him and Tommy went to go say hi and some kids hung on his arm while he talked with some of the other parents and the moment I saw Tommy come ver to me I went to hug him and said “hi baby!! Oh my goodness I missed you!!” He smiled at me and said “hi mommy!!” We hung out at the park at the school for a bit while Tommy played with a few of the kids and then later I got Tommy strapped in the car and he told Sebastian all about school and when we got home I opened up his backpack and Tommy said “mommy when can we have a pet??” I wondered where that came from and I said “you wanna have a pet huh?” He nodded and said “yea! A dog was at school today and I got to pet it!”

We sat on the couch by Sebastian and I looked at him and signaled him to talk to him and Sebastian shrugged and picked up Tommy to have him sit on his lap and said “well buddy maybe when you’re a bit older, having a dog takes a lot is responsibility and dogs need a lot of love and attention and constant care.” Tommy said “I understand daddy, so maybe when I’m older?” I could tell he was really wanting a dog and I kissed his head and I chuckled softly and I said “we can talk about it alright Tommy?” He smiled and said “alright mom!” Sebastian turned on the tv and had us watch a movie together and Tommy kept telling us how much he loved school and I loved how Tommy was already loving first grade.

Hi darling!! I hope you enjoy this fic 🤗💙🤍xx

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[oh-my-damn]

Who should I start writing about next? I'm not including Bucky in this poll bc he's already in the works and coming soon, dont worry 🤭

Visuals for the people who dont know

Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian from ACOTAR series

Ghost, König and Keegan from COD

Btw Ghost also looks like this sometimes (he is so baby girl 😌)

#help me decide #im looking for a new fandom lmaooo #im still gonna write for my fave CE characters #but i wanna branch out #im planning to write for more Seb Stan characters #but im fixating on ACOTAR and COD atm so im curious #would yall read it #mandy writes #acotar #cod #ghost #keegan #könig #fic recs #rhysand #azriel #cassian #smut

[buckysforeverprincess]

Friday is my Soldat day. Ready to comply!!

#the winter soldier #wintersoldier #winter soldier #bucky barnes #james barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #Sebastian Stan #seb stan #sebastian stan characters #marvel #tws #captain america: the winter soldier #soldat #ready to comply

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

After Class » Sebastian Stan (AU)

Pairings: College Professor!Sebastian Stan x College Student!Female Reader

Summary: Sebastian tells Y/N he wants to see her after class.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, f receiving, unprotected sex, praise kink, sir kink, spanking, name calling (slut), use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Sebastian watched as you walked in his classroom. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were wearing a skirt and a plain black crop top. It’s like you were teasing him on purpose. He took a deep breath before starting class. You stared at him the whole time, biting the tip of your pen. He occasionally glanced at you to see you staring at him with a look of seduction in your eyes. His eyes took a quick glance under your desk, seeing your legs spread and flashing him your panties. You bit your lower lip before sitting up properly and crossed your leg over the other. You leaned your arms on your desk, making your cleavage look good. Now he knows you’re teasing him. The bell rang, snapping him out of his dirty thoughts.

“Make sure to study chapter 7 for next week’s test.” Sebastian says as everyone shuffles out of the room.

Sebastian seen you walking towards the door and stopped you in your tracks.

“Y/N?” Sebastian says.

“Yes, Professor?” You asked, turning around to face him.

“See me in my office in a few minutes.” He says.

“Will do, sir.” You say, giving him a smile before leaving the room.

Sebastian sighs and ran his fingers through his hair before gathering his stuff and went to his office. You knocked on office door a few minutes later.

“Come in!” Sebastian says.

You walked inside of his office to see Sebastian at his desk and grading papers.

“You wanted to see me, Professor?” You say, sounding innocent as can be.

“Yes. Close and lock the door please.” He says.

You did as he said and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, putting your backpack on the floor next to the chair.

“Do you know why I asked you to come to my office?” He asks.

You glanced down, noticing that a few buttons on his button up shirt was unbuttoned and his tie was off.

“I asked you a question. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Sebastian says sternly.

“No, sir. I don’t know why you asked me to come to your office.” You say.

Sebastian chuckles before standing up and walked around his desk to where you were and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. You couldn’t help but stare at his arms. The way his biceps were bulging in the sleeves of his shirt, like it was going to rip any second.

“You were teasing me today and you know it.” He says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Professor.” You say innocent and playing dumb.

“I think you exactly know what I’m talking about.” He says.

Sebastian chuckles before pushing himself off of his desk. He leaned over you and put his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping you in the chair and caging you between his strong arms. His face was inches away from yours. Your breathing quickened.

“You exactly know what I’m talking about, sweetheart.” He almost whispers. “You dressed like a little slut just to get my attention, didn’t you? Well guess what, honey… you have it now.” He says.

“Professor Stan, I- that wasn’t my intention.” You say, lying through your teeth.

“Don’t try lying your way out of this. You’re going to get punished like the little slut you are.” He says.

You shouldn’t be this turned on by being called a slut, but the way he says it makes it sound so hot and you were all for it. Sebastian stood up straight and took a couple steps back.

“Bend over my desk.” He orders.

You did as you were told, standing up and bent over his desk. Sebastian approached you and stood behind you. He bunched your skirt up above your hips, exposing your wet panties to him.

“Just as I thought…” His fingers rubbed your pussy through your wet panties momentarily. “You’re wet like a slut.” He says.

Sebastian hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, shoving the wet fabric into his pocket.

“You address me as sir and you better count the spanks I give you, understand?” Sebastian says, his hands giving your ass cheeks a squeeze.

“I understand, sir.” You say submissively.

“Good girl.” He praises, giving your ass cheeks another squeeze.

His hands rubbed your ass cheeks before raising one of his hands, landing a harsh smack on your ass causing you to whimper at the sting.

“I don’t hear counting.” He says.

“One…” You counted, whimpering when he landed a second spank on your ass. “Two…” You say, more in a moan.

Eight spanks later your ass was red as a cherry. Sebastian rubbed his hands against your stinging skin to soothe it.

“You took your punishment very well, but I’m not done with you yet.” He says.

Sebastian helped you stand up straight and he kissed you hungrily. He grasped the back of your thighs and picked you up, placing you on top of his desk. His hands found their way the underneath your crop top, squeezing your breasts over your bra. His lips moved down to your neck, marking you up. His hands left your breasts to spread your legs further apart so he could stand in between them. You moaned softly when you felt his bulge rub against your bare pussy. One of this hands moved to your inner thigh, slowly moving towards your pussy. His fingers rubbed in between your folds, blindly finding clit and rubbed it in slow circles. You whined, wanting more. That earned you a smack on your thigh, making you yelp.

“Quit your whining.” Sebastian warns.

His fingers continued to rub your clit in slow circles. He then slid his fingers to your tight entrance, circling it before sliding two fingers in your pussy. A soft moan fell from your lips. His fingers moved at a decent pace while his thumb continued to rub your clit.

“I have to say…” Sebastian starts. “I love seeing you like this.” He admits. “You must be going crazy to feel my cock inside of you, huh?” He says, curling his fingers and hitting your sweet spot.

“Yes!” You gasped, voluntarily spreading your legs wider. “I want to feel it inside of me so fucking bad.” You moaned, tilting your head back.

“Be a good girl and take the rest of your punishment and I’ll fuck you.” He says.

“Please!” You begged, not even sure what you’re begging for. “Faster!” You tell him.

Sebastian moved his fingers faster while rubbing his thumb against your clit, occasionally curling his fingers against your sweet spot. Your chest rose and fell as moans left your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and you tilted your head back, your lips parted and moans leaving them. You tried your best not to be loud. The more he curled his fingers into your sweet spot made your orgasm build up quickly.

“Professor, sir…” You whimpered. “I’m gonna cum.” You tell him.

Just then, he took his fingers out of you, making you whimper.

“The only place you’re cumming is on my cock.” Sebastian says.

You watched as he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. You licked your lips at the sight of his bulge in his boxers. That’s when you got a confidence boost. You took off your crop top and dropped it on the floor. Your hands disappeared behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall from your chest and exposing your breasts to your hot professor.

“You gonna show me some skin, professor?” You asked seductively, biting your lower lip.

You watched as Sebastian unbuttoned his button up shirt, opening it up to show you what you’ve wanted to see since the first day you walked in his classroom. You couldn’t help but reach your hands out and rub them against his toned abdomen. You pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

“You think you can let up on my punishment a little bit, sir?” You asked innocently while rubbing your hands against his muscles.

The innocence in your voice almost made him cum in his boxers.

“Nice try, sweetheart.” Sebastian says, making you pout.

He pulled down his pants and boxers just enough for his hard cock to spring out. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of it. All you wanted to do was suck him off.

“My eyes are up here, honey.” He says, snapping his fingers.

Sebastian pulled you towards the edge of the desk, your legs spread wider voluntary. You gasped when he rubbed his cock between your folds. He lined it at your tight entrance, sliding it in your pussy inch by inch.

“Oh, professor…” You moaned, feeling every inch of his cock.

Sebastian grab the back of your head, pulling your head forward and gave you a sloppy kiss. His tongue slipped past your parted lips, exploring every inch of your mouth.

“Fuck me, professor.” You begged.

Without hesitation, Sebastian started thrusting at a decent pace which gradually got faster. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans left your lips. One of Sebastian’s hands found its way to one of your breasts, his thumb rubbed over your nipple before pinching it. A gasp left your lips and you arched your back, pushing your chest against his hand.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sebastian smirks. “You like your professor fucking you little pussy?” He asks.

“Yes!” You gasped. “So much!” You moaned.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, locking your ankles behind his back.

“Oh yes!” You moaned when his cock hit your sweet spot. “Right there, sir!” You moaned again.

His cock hit your sweet spot perfectly. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. The smell of sex and skin slapping filled his office. The way his cock felt inside of you and the way his hands felt on your body made you feel like you were in a different world.

“Fuck…” He moans, loving the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock.

Pleasure took over your body. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back for a moment before looking down at where the two of you are connected, watching as his cock disappeared inside of your pussy and covered in your wetness. Your nails found their way to his strong shoulders, your nails digging in his skin, marking him up with red scratch marks.

“You’re mine now.” He practically growls. “Got it?” He says.

“Yes!” You moaned. “I’m yours, sir!” You moaned again.

One of his hands found its way to your clit and rubbed it in fast circles, helping your orgasm build up even more. A knot tightened in your stomach.

“Oh fuck, professor!” You whimpered. “I’m going to cum! Please let me cum.” You begged. “I’m being a good girl for you.” You say more in a whimper.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Is all Sebastian said.

You tried your best to not moan too loud as you came. Sebastian wasn’t too far behind you. He came inside of you after a few more thrusts. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He kissed you hungrily before looking deep in your eyes, both of you panting. He pulled out of you and the two of you got redressed. He helped you off his desk and kissed you once more.

“Dress like this again, I won’t go be so gentle next time.” Sebastian says.

“Yes, professor.” You say.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Sebastian Stan Bingo | Challenge

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐅𝐆-𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟-𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @sebastianstanbingo.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 @firefly-graphics.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐜-𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟: ❤️ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭: 🔥 | 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭: 🍂

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐔

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐓𝐰𝐨

𝐕𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 - 𝐆 𝐄𝐚𝐳𝐲

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

— 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 🔥

𝐄𝐱’𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

You meet your ex boyfriend and his best friend during a party and the chemistry between Bucky and you is better than they ever was with someone else. So it's not surprising when the two of you end up in a quiet room.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

— 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | ❤️🍂

— 1.817 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

— 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | ❤️🍂

“𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭.“

When you come home your boyfriend has tried to cut his hair. But he needs your help to cut them properly.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞-𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

— 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 | ❤️

“𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜.“

A snowstorm is coming and Bucky has no other opportunity to go to the vacation apartment which is the only building nearby. The owner of the apartment wanted to check all and is stuck in it as well. So one small apartment, two man, and a snowstorm leads to a wonderful night for both of them.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫-𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫-𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬

— 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧 | ❤️

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 - 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐲

You met your boyfriend’s family a while ago and since the first meeting you are fascinated because of his dad. Even when you know that you shouldn’t want those things they are still in your head and it’s obviously that Sebastian wants you at least as much as you want him.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

— 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 🔥

𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Bucky and you have an argument, you two let your frustrations out on each other and it gets really hot before you two apologise for the things the two of you said. At least for most of that because Bucky makes sure you know who you belong to.

— 𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐔

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Sebastian in a tiara 🤌🏻💋

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