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kapapi-o · 4 months

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Treasure (nonbinReader x Gojo)

Des: (this takes place around the time Geto and Gojo are still in High School, reader is also their classmate)—So reader is a softie for only Gojo. The man catches on and instantly, he’s down bad lmao.

-A bit ooc but he gets a little jealous and possessive so are we rlly upset abt it???

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Girls want to be with him, guys too, (well most want to be like him). He’s just the pinnacle of sorcerer excellence in the Jujutsu world. Ordained at birth for greatness and effortlessly powerful, Gojo Satoru truly was at the top of the world.

Then there you were, a bright eyed classmate, no doubt admiring him like the rest of them from a distance. He noticed you past the crowds and thought to be charitable by coming up to you, waiting to see your thrilled reaction to him coming your way.

But in much contrast to what he’s used to, and to his greater curiosity, you all but smiled. Greeting him politely with, “Hello Gojo.”

You were clearly delighted to see him but it felt different, somehow…and oddly enough, he was speechless. He quickly uttered out a reply and trailed around campus with you for a bit. You both get to talking about mundane things (as mundane as they can be with the subject being with Gojo), and he’s come to get a good picture of you.

Sure, you admire him but not at all for the reasons he anticipated. Not for the power, wealth, status, fame, achievements…it almost drove him mad as he questioned the cause for that little twinkle in your eye, and not to mention that oh so softness that you always addressed him with.

During empty periods outside of class, he’d go look for you. Bored and wanting something or someone to add a little kick into the routine he was sickly getting used to. Sat alone on a bench, your legs laced on the pavement of the roof, the fence in your view while you listened to music on the bench. Admiring how the coming winds blew the scenery before you, refreshing your dazed brain from those stuffy classes.

Gojo smirks and leans next to your ear, tapping on your shoulder and startling you when you turn to see his face so suddenly close to yours. You jolt back, your headphones nearly falling off your shoulders as you scold him about scaring you like that again.

The man grins then laughs, taking a seat at your side to inquire about your whereabouts. You amuse him and answer all of his questions, normal and nonsensical ones.

Until finally, he lands on the one thing that he’s been wondering every time he sets his sights on you.

“Why do you do that?

“Hm? Do what?” You tilt your head, confused as to what he could be referring to. He sighs and leans into the backrest of the bench, rethinking his words.

“You know, that thing—where you’re just..all soft on me. I don’t really see you doing that with anybody else, so why me?”

He asks, leaning on the palm of his hand to peek at you through his shades, his blue eyes piercing you ever so slightly. You’re flustered at the spot, caught red handed by your special treatment for him. You take a moment to mull over it, trying to figure out the reason for your subconscious demeanor towards him.

“I think it’s because..” you pondered, following your train of thought, “you seem like this larger-than-life kinda guy. You look like you’re having fun too, but at the same time, it’s like you’re all by yourself. I just thought that maybe…you needed to be treated with extra care..or something.” You chuckled sheepishly, embarrassed at your wording.

“I don’t know, does that sound weird?”

Gojo stares stunned at you. In awe, he can only manage to say, “No, not at all.”

“ It feels nice, actually.”

Perhaps this empty feeling is something more than just boredom. When his adoring fans are gone, and he and his best friend separate for the day, there’s only him in between. There’s always been that saying of how lonely it gets at the top. Is that why you cared so much? Bother to amuse him and his antics, never swooning too easily to his teasing, always somehow prepared when he forgot or needed something, it’s you. You were always there…holding out a gentle hand to him without asking for anything.

And when he looks at you for why, you just laugh. Walking in front of him like what you do is nothing much. But it means so much, —so much to him.

Soon, he finds himself actively seeking you out when he can. Growing clingy and taking advantage of that soft spot you’ve got for him. He doesn’t realize how much he craves having your eyes on him until Geto comes around. Stopping in to say hi, and getting more acquainted with you, the person that has Gojo on his feet all day.

Geto flashes a wolfish smile your way, knowing it wouldn’t set him off but definitely make him bite the inside of his cheek. Pettiness was growing by the moments you spend laughing and chatting with his best friend rather than with him. Quite frankly, he was confused as to who to call a traitor, Geto for playing with him like this, himself for throwing his dignity out, or to you, for making him throw it. Ah, this was all your fault…this icky feeling filling him from the pit of his stomach.

In the middle of your conversation, he abruptly takes your wrist in his hand and drags you away from him. Turning around to throw a glare at Geto’s laughing form as you questioned him for his suddenness.

“Gojo, what’s the matter? Why’d you drag me here?” You asked, eyeing him in worry and looking at the wrist that was held by him. Now how was he going to explain that he simply didn’t like how you were smiling at someone like Geto, someone arguably second to him in rank. The man could easily compete for your attention and if he’s not careful, win over that tender spot reserved in your heart. The spot that’s his.

“Gojo?” You called repeatedly, tugging at his sleeve. Gods, he hadn’t realized how much he adored hearing his name fall from your lips.

Without warning, the man in front of you swiftly shoves a lollipop in your mouth. It’s your favorite Chupa flavor. You hummed contently and eyed him in wonder,

“I just wanted to give you that. It’s for taking good care of me.” He pats your head, smiling to himself and dragging you alongside him in the setting sun, “Now, let’s walk you home.”

He assures himself that he’ll make you his one day. But before then, he needs to make sure that everyone knows that he treasures you as much as you treasure him.

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A/n: MERRY CHRYSLER EVERYONEEEE

Imma make this a mini series cuz I love writing my faves being down bad. It’s literally my favorite flavor of fic lmao

He might be ooc but it’s okay, we can be a bit delulu, right?

Have a good new year, ya’ll and take care<333

-Kapi<3

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Hello! How are You? I was wondering if i could make a non yandere Request of the Tsugikuni Twins, with a Platonic reader who has also a Twin, but unlike those two, they love each other to death.

I have a twin myself so seeing such a Bad relationship between them honestly makes me sad lol, i was wondering how they would be with this kind of situation. Feel free to ignore this if is weird, have a good day!

Heya! I’m decent, thank you. Ooo~! Okay! Can definitely try this!

Yoriichi Tsugikuni and Michikatsu Tsugikuni

The Tsugikuni Twins are friendly and open to you and your twin, as dear friends but have very different reactions to the love you two share. One of support, one of hidden jealousy

Yoriichi is proud of you and your twin, he wishes he could have a relationship with Michikatsu that you and your twin have, and he idolises you two to try harder to bond with his own twin

Whilst Michikatsu pretends he doesn’t care much for your obvious close bond with each other, but in reality, he is jealous of the relationship and just wonders why Yoriichi suppressed him

Yoriichi absolutely loves seeing the way you and your twin cling to each other, hug, kiss your injuries. He can feel the passion and he just can’t help himself but cherish those memories of you two

Michikatsu is not a fan of seeing or doing public display of affection so he gets a bit uncomfortable by how affectionate you and your twin are with each other. He is polite enough to make no problem but he thinks it’s weird

Yoriichi is a very caring and considerate friend. He doesn’t treat you any different he does to your twin. You’re both equal important allies to him and he could never favour one over the other

Michikatsu, on the other hand, is a bit more picky on who he prefers, despite being friendly. Your twin is much suited for combat, so he unintentionally treats her more favourably then you

Yoriichi just can’t be rude to any of his friends, anybody giving him chances and accepting him has his unconditional love for life. He will protect you and your twin without a second hesitation, you two’s lives are valuable and he will preserve them

Michikatsu may come out as cold and distant, and even if he does appreciate you and your twin’s cooperation. But he is capable of being softer with you two, and he actually feels more comfortable having his lunch break with you two then anywhere else

The Tsugikuni Twins are not on great terms themselves at all so seeing such lovey-dovey close twins, has their world cracking in disbelief. They are jealous aka Michikatsu but they wouldn’t let such a thing ruin their closeness to the two of you

The Tsugikuni Twins have a number of matching qualities with you two. They are good listeners, they are much more gentle and emotional, they are encouraging, they defend you from threats, all with genuine care and love

They may behave differently from one another but they both still wish to keep you and your twin alive as much as they possibly can

“Dokusha. Don’t let a argument or a issue ruin your love for your sister. Twins should never be seperated, always stick together. Never let the darkness control your views, okay?”

“You two. Please don’t be so clingy, hey. This is a serious situation— I understand that you two are close but I’d rather that neither of you die today so please listen to my every demand, it’s for you two’s safety”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #kny hashira #headcanons #tsugikuni yoriichi #yoriichi tsugikuni #yoriichi tsugikuni x reader #tsugikuni michikatsu #michikatsu tsugikuni #michikatsu tsugikuni x reader #cute wholesome #wholesome post #wholesome #twin power #twin love #jealousy

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 1 year

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(Referring to Canon Travis)

I bet Travis Phelps would beat up cheaters WAY worse than he would, uh... other people his dad taught him to hate.

I like to think that, even prior to turning over a new leaf, Travis knew deep within himself that one doesn't choose to be gay after realizing he's gay himself.

One thing he knows for sure to be a choice is cheating on one's partner.

Travis makes it his personal mission to beat the absolute shit out of cheaters.

Not for power but because they’re dirty and disgusting.

While he’s beating their ass he’s scolding them. Like, mid punching ‘you cant use your fucking mouth? Huh!? You cant break up instead of whoring yourself out to keep that nice person waiting for you?? Filthy skank! You know how lucky you are someone actually likes you enough to try and make it work and you cheat!? Should a beat you up so NO ONE wants you??’

Of course If someone cheats on his bestfriend? His brother? His heart and soul Philip? Sal would be bailing him out of jail for grand theft auto, vehicular manslaughter and resisting arrest. Now because he wanted to escape, because he wanted to make sure that fucker who made his Philip cry is getting their ass dragged to hell. Of course he ended up doing time in a hospital because that unhinged thinking could only be described as a lapse of sanity…

Larry got lucky. The first time he ever cheated on his girlfriend she was crying to Travis (before he started to get really rude and mean to people) and Larry came home with a busted lip and the word cheater sharpied onto his chest and jaw. Lisa was out late that day, luckily, or Larry would have had to deal with explaining why her favorite of the girlfriends broke up with him and why light pink cotton was in his teeth, nose and hair.

Sal is a saint. He is the example of being a good partner. He’s receptive, responsible and can communicate…. About things other than his mental health. Anytime Travis maims a cheater he drags Sal for them to see, points and yells ‘be like Sal or I’ll drag you to hell.’ Before spitting on them and stomping off. Sal still in hand.

(If Larvis; Larry trying to flir with Travis and Travis’ trust issues being very open.)

I fully believe if he was streetfighting cheaters he wouldn’t even bother lgbt kids because (one he is one) he doesn’t have the time. Too many adulterous skanks roam the school halls.

#sally face #sally face au #travis phelps #larry johnson #sal fisher #larry x travis #larvis #laravis #salvis #sal x travis #Travis: protector of wholesome love #because he can’t have it #he’s very emotionally stunted so his rage is mostly mixed with jealousy #‘you have something I could never and you DARE tamper with it!?’#anyone who was cheated on tres not to tell Travis because they don’t want him expelled for their problems #in this au he’s not a bully he’s just rude and distant until you get to know him

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black-suns-rim · 2 years

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What about a yautja finally realizing they are in love with their human s/o? Like out of jealousy because their got real mad with a another yautja/human trying to court their s/o or when the human shows that they care alot for the yautja by helping them on a mission or something

Word count: 1,020

I used my oc Titchi'ki for this since I thought it would fit him. Plus I wanted to share a little bit about him since I don't think I've shown him here before.

Jealousy of a spirit

Titchi'ki sat on a branch of tree, huddled, and watch life in the human village slowly rise. It was chilly this morning and every one was wearing an extra layer of clothing. He breathed in the cold air and jumped down from the tree.

The humans of this village saw Titchi'ki as a spirit and a guardian. He stuck around them for the past 30 years of his life and just recently he had enough courage to interact with the village directly. There was one human he favored to hang around with and she was the village's "magic lady." That's what he liked to call her anyways. She wad actually the village shawman.

He opened the door to her village house and came right in. He didn't know the human custom was to knock before entering a house that wasn't yours, but the lady never seemed to mind him coming in when he pleased. She was gutting a fish on the kitchen counter. Titchi'ki watched her as she used her sharp knife to impale the fish.

She looked up and saw him, "good morning guardian spirit." She smiled. Titchi'ki nodded and stood by her. He understood most of what the humans said but he never spoke to them. He did have his biomask with him but it was only for decorative purposes. A long time ago, his clan had banished him to earth and they stripped him from all his technology. They only gave him ceremonial stuff to mock him.

Two humans walked in the village house and they went up the the shawman. They started talking with her. One of them Titchi'ki saw often, usually around the human lady. After he had came into the village and interacted with the people, only then did this one particular human came to her and it was always when Titchi'ki came to visit. For some reason it just bothered him.

He stood right next to the human female and made himself look bigger by standing up straight to try and intimidate the human male. He noticed that the human male slightly backed up when he got close to the shawman. She noticed this and looked up at Titchi'ki. She chuckled.

-later that day-

Titchi'ki felt like sticking around the shawman all day today. He watched as the other villagers came and went from the shawman's home. They usually would ask her the realitivly the same question. Something about their ancestors or relatives that have passed on from what Titchi'ki could tell.

Then, that same guy from earlier showed up, this time all by himself and he had something in his hand. A gift? It was a gift. It wasn't just a regular gift, no, no, no, this man was trying to court the shawman and Titchi'ki wasn't too pleased.

This human male was about to hand her the gift but Titchi'ki stood in between the two and he growled at the man. He was startled by this sudden action. Titchi'ki wasn't just jealous, he was also protective of this shawman. He has seen a few times before of this man trying to court other females, but all of them felt weirded out by him, he could tell.

The human male left the gift and left after Titchi'ki growled at him again. Titchi'ki looked to her and she stared at him, "you didn't have to scare him off like that. We all know he's a creep. But thank you." She placed her hand on his arm. He nodded, somewhat understanding her.

He sat down right next to her and huffed. She could tell something was bothering him but she knew that he doesn't speak in the ways the living does. She goes to her door and closes it, a sign to the other villagers not to bother her. She sat down right in front of Titchi'ki and looked at him.

"I know you don't speak, but try to tell me what's on your mind." Any time she would speak to him, she used sign language, hoping that he would catch onto it if he didn't already know it. It's only been a couple of weeks ever since he decided to interact with the village directly, but she felt like she had a connection to him, not only because she thought that he was a guardian spirit, but also because he showed her that he had a moral code and compaction.

She's seen how people outside of the village are and she's seen other spirits in her visions as well as her dreams are, she knew he was different from all of them and she liked it. It reminded her of herself, how she is different from her village.

Titchi'ki huffed and then took her hand. It was very small and delicate compared to his. He finally realized that he likes this human a lot. He already had a liking for humans before this - it was the reason why his clan banished him - but reflecting on himself and his behavior towards other compared to her, he realized it was because he liked who she was as a person. He didn't know how to express that other than holding her small hand.

He rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. She watched and looked up at him. She analyzed him and thought. She had a theory and wanted to test it to see if it were true. She stood up, sat in his lap and hugged him. He didn't know what to do since this made him slightly flustered. Her arms were wrapped around him and he felt good about it, so, he decided to hug her back after a few seconds of processing what she was doing.

His hold on her felt different compared to other people she has hugged and she knew her theory was true; the spirit liked her. It made her feel special. He held her there and waited for a sign from her to let go, but she didn't move. She stayed in his hold willingly, enjoying his embrace in the quiet of the village home.

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fe-fictions · 9 months

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I got a prompt. Robin getting a little jealous when Frederick starts to spend more time with their daughter Marc but towards the end, Frederick gives her flowers as an apology. Extra points if Marc also gives her flowers.

(I finally got this one finished! I needed more FredRobin in my life,,, figured it was time to bring back the royal family of my heart U V U )

When Marc was found among the future children, Frederick was somehow even more elated than when Morgan appeared.

It wasn’t because he “loved her more”, which both you and your son teased him for. Rather, he was elated that he had not one, but two children to call his own!

Not only that, but now he had a son and a daughter- he couldn’t ask for more. So now that he had Marc to spend time with, he took every spare moment he had to get to know her.

You thought it was precious how Frederick hung onto her every word, listening to the tales of her life. The only problem was it came at the cost of your own quality time together. And the void was becoming more apparent with every passing day.

He was getting up earlier, so that he could teach Marc how to start the morning campfires, before the two of them would go on their morning patrols (which were little more than glorified walks).

“It’s been a little while since you and I went on a sunrise patrol, dear.” You would point out to him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“We shall patrol later in the evening. This particular valley is beautiful when the sun rises above it; I wish to show Marc. She tells me that she’d rarely have time to appreciate the dawn in her timeline- it was far too dangerous.”

“Of course.” Like you would dare to argue with that. Instead you smiled and gave him a kiss, “Hurry back- it’s awfully cold in here when I’m on the bedroll alone.”

“Yes, my sweet.”

The response was always reassuring, but every time you drifted off and would wake up again an hour or two later, Frederick never came back.

Typically by that time, he was either training with Marc and teaching her, a Mage class, how to fight valiantly with a sword and spear.

Other times the pair were gallivanting off to the kitchen so he could teach her how to make morning tea for her mother and brother (the royal family’s as well, naturally).

This had been going on for nearly a month.

However, this particular morning, you aimed to do something about it.

With a yawn and a stretch that resulted in a few pops here and there, you emerged from your tent into the misty gray of early morning.

“Mother!”

Morgan’s cheery voice greeted you first thing, the young man bounding up to you with a spring in his step few could find right after waking. Likely a trait he inherited from his father.

“Good morning, Morgan- did you sleep well?”

“Well enough,” He replied, offering his arm for you to take. “I meant to spar with Father last night, but he and Marc had already trained. It’s easier to sleep well after a training session with him.”

“He does demand a lot of energy in a spar, doesn’t he?” You mused, the two of you heading towards the mess hall. “Well, you’ve been able to spend time with him in other ways, haven’t you?”

“Oh, certainly! Father, Marc and I will polish weaponry together, review the stock in our storerooms and repair armor together…oh, and just the other day we went to the river to wash the linens from the medical tent!”

“I’m glad the three of you are getting on, then.” You replied carefully, “But Morgan, what about time with just you and your father? When’s the last time the two of you were together?”

His brow furrowed, “I’m not sure, Mother…maybe a month ago, or so? Marc really likes to spend time with Father, probably because he’s the most familiar person to her, besides me.”

“That makes sense. I hate to think about where I am in Marc’s timeline, but I know she's more comfortable with him. Does it bother you that you’re not able to be with your father as often?”

“No, not at all! I don’t mind having less one on one time with him. Marc seems like she needs it a lot more.”

“So you don’t miss him at all?” You quirked an eyebrow, and Morgan hesitated. He was far too considerate and kind to admit that he was jealous of Marc’s monopolization of his other parent.

“I can’t miss him, I spend plenty of time with him!” Morgan laughed, though it quickly died when you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Even though you used to have him all to yourself and now, all of a sudden, you don’t?”

“W-well, I figured we’d piece together a schedule at some point, after we got used to having Marc with us! I just didn’t think it’d take a month.” He admitted, and you nodded.

“I have a sneaking suspicion that your father doesn’t realize how much time he’s spending with your sister over us. If he didn’t recognize it weeks ago, he won’t now. Maybe we should have a chat with them about it.”

It didn’t take long for the mess hall to fill with Shepherds, your usual spot at the end of your table already reserved by a handsome knight and his lovely daughter.

You found them setting your plates, already loaded with the hardy breakfasts that made armies strong.

And both greeted you with glowing smiles.

“Good morning, Mother!” Marc chirped, quick to your side to wrap you in a big hug. You smiled at your sweet daughter, glad to reciprocate.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I did! Papa taught me how to make this type of herbal tea that helps you sleep better. It’s worked wonders for me! Do you know how to make it?”

“I actually don’t,” You remarked as you sat down, “Usually he runs off to make it for me. Although lately I’ve found it difficult to pin him down long enough to brew me some.”

“Are you not sleeping well, my love?” Frederick piped up, taking your hand to help you to your seat. “I will gladly make you some tonight, if you wish.”

“Assuming you’re in bed at a decent hour- lately you’ve been coming to sleep around the same time I do! Which is way too late with your schedule.”

“That is explainable- Marc and I have been going on patrols later in the evenings so we might be able to stargaze once the rounds are done. She’s quite knowledgeable on astrology.”

She giggled as if on cue, her eyes glimmering with excitement.

“The stars are always so beautiful when the nights are clear- whenever I’d take my wyvern up back home, I’d spend hours just tracking the constellations and planets.”

“I’m glad to see you sharing so much knowledge with each other. Though…Morgan and I were hoping to speak with you about a rather serious matter.”

“Oh?” Frederick set down beside you, the two children following suit across the table. Marc nudged Morgan’s shoulder, grinning at him.

“What did you do, Brother?”

“I didn’t do anything!” He protested quickly, “Besides, if anyone’s in trouble, it’s you, Marc.”

“Me? I’ve never done a thing wrong in my life!” She joked, though Frederick was surprised by Morgan’s offhand comment.

“What are you talking about?”

“No one’s done anything wrong,” You chided the children, “It’s just that Morgan and I have noticed that we’re not seeing very much of you, Frederick.”

“That can’t be true- I see both of you every day!”

“Yes, in council meetings and at the end of a long night, for me. And with Morgan, you two are typically doing tasks alongside Marc, yes?”

“Hmm…yes, I suppose that’s true,” Frederick conceded, mulling his schedule over. “But that does prove my point, doesn’t it?”

“What about the time you spend alone with him? And myself?” You pressed, your calculating gaze impossible to miss as you took a bite of breakfast.

Frederick’s expression became even more serious. He appeared to be going back through his schedule, but he wasn’t able to find anything to prove otherwise.

“And what about you, Marc? When’s the last time you and Mother were off doing something with just the two of you? Or you and me? I haven’t had a chance to hang out with you without Father there- no offense, Father.”

You smiled softly when poor Frederick’s face paled, realizing that he had indeed been spending more time with his daughter than anybody else.

“Oh, dear…I’ve been neglecting the two of you, haven’t I?” He realized with a deep frown, trying not to bury his face in his hands. He couldn’t afford to do such a thing now when he had to make things right.

But to say he was ashamed of himself was an understatement.

“It’s not that big a deal, Freddybear. I was just wondering when I’d get a turn with you again, that’s all.” You mused, patting his shoulder.

Marc looked sheepishly to her brother, an apologetic smile on her lips.

“Ahh…I’m sorry too, Brother. I didn’t realize how little time I was spending with you! It’s just…Papa’s the one I remember the most from the future…a-and we were always together! I guess it just felt right to spend time with him.”

“Sure, I get it. The gaps in your memory make it a little easier to stick with what you can remember.”

“It’s not easy, but…I do want to spend time with you and Mother,” She continued, looking over at you as well. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was hogging Papa. You need one-on-one time with him, too!”

“And they shall have it. I will adjust my schedule so that I can spend an equal amount of time with each of you, at least! I love you far too much to let such a travesty happen again.” He decided, nodding to himself as though he already came to his decision.

You smiled gently, patting his hand. “Thank you for being so considerate of us. We did miss you.” You joked, winking at your daughter, “And I look forward to spending more time with my daughter; I feel that there’s much to learn about you that I haven’t discovered yet.”

“Of course, Mama! I can hardly wait to spend more time iwth you! Shall we go right now? We could discuss my newwest spell casting techniques I created!”

“Oh? I’d be very interested to learn more. But maybe after breakfast.” You gestured to the meals waiting to be wolfed down.

Morgan was glad to, with great gusto.

You and Frederick watched as the children chomped down their food and excitedly chittered with each other about their plans for the day. You nudged his shoulder giving him a small smile.

“Do you think this is what it’ll be like when we have kids?”

“I would imagine so,” He remarked quietly, nudging you back, “Though we won’t know until we have them.”

“I guess we’ll just have to start trying to find out.”

“Robin, please, we’re in the middle of war-”

“No time like the present, dear-”

“There are far better times, not in the present!” He laughed, “I admire your, uh, eagerness to start our family properly, though. I’d be lying if these two haven’t been a convincing argument to start building our own little family in this timeline.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You hummed, taking his hand under the table and giving it a soft squeeze.

The family continued the day, everyone going about their schedules and feeling far more chipper now that the matter had been resolved.

While you wouldn’t see Frederick again until later that evening, he did surprise you by coming home sooner rather than later.

And when the tent flap opened, you spotted a sweet bouquet of wildflowers in his hand as the tent was latched shut.

“I see you’re still working away, the night,” He commented while he closed the distance, smiling at the happy blush on your cheeks.

“I was, but now I’ll have to busy myself with these flowers you’ve brought me,” You hummed, taking in the delicate scent “What’s the occasion for these, hm?”

“They’re an apology for being such a poor husband. I know you were being quite a good sport about it this morning, but you weren’t wrong that I was being neglectful of you and Morgan in favor of spending time with Marc. I hope you can forgive my short sightedness.”

“While I will admit that I felt a bit jealous ad neglected over your prioritizing time with Marc, I know it wasn't intentional. But thank you for these…they’re beautiful.” You gladly received your gift, making plans to dry and press them later since it would be far prejferred to trying to keep them alive in a vase with a constantly moving caravan.

Frederick offered his hand to you, allowing him to pull you into his chest so that he might have you close.

“You know that I lvoe you very much, right?” He asked softly, his gaze warm in the glow of candlelight.

You nodded, a soft blush warm on your skin. “I do. And I love you too, Frederick. I hope you won’t forget that when our third child comes from the future.”

He laughed, “you don’t think we already have our hands full with two? If our future selves honestly think we could possibly manage a third, they were more ludicrous than we thought-”

“Give your future yourself a little credit- this is you we’re talking about.” You giggled, leaning in close to receive a well-deserved and long overdue kiss.

You broke apart only when you heard the tap knocking at your tent. Marc’s petite frame was silhouetted by the candlelight, prompting your her father to open the flap.

“Yes, dear? Is there something you need?” Frederick asked immediately, always on high alert for his children.

Marc gestured to you past him, hiding something behind her back.

“I was hoping to give Mama something, if that’s all right.”

“I don’t see why not- your father gave mea beautiful bouquet, and now I get a rpesnt from my daughter, too? What a lovely surprise!”

“Aww, he already gave you a bouquet?” She looked at the wildflowers with wide eyes, disappointed that her plot had been foiled. “Well, that kind of ruins what I planned for you!”

“Did you bring me flowers, too?” You grinned, impossible for you to conceal your joy. “Oh, Marc!”

“I did, Mama.” She produced the flowers from behind her back, revealing a very similar bunch of blossoms that all but matched the ones from Frederick.

“Thank you, both of you! Was this the plan all along?” You wondered, combining the two bouquets so that it was twice as beautiful.

“It was not, actually-” Frederick glanced at his daughter, “I guess we’re much more similar than we first thought, hm?”

“Great minds think alike!” Marc was practically glowing with joy, “I hope you can forgive me too, Mama. I want to spend time with you and Morgan too, so get ready! You’re gonna see a lot more of me than ever before.”

“I look forward to it.” You grinned, giving her a warm hug. “All is forgiven, so don’t worry about a thing.”

“I’m glad,” She pulled back, catching her father’s hand. “Then I’ll leave the two of you alone- I’ve got some work to take care of before I go to bed tonight.”

“Don’t stay up much longer- it’s important you rest well.” Frederick reminded her (likely for the thousandth time in the future and present).

“I will, Papa!” She promised as she scampered from the tent. You smiled after her, leaning into your husband’s chest.

“We’re going to have a very rich future, Frederick. I can hardly wait…can you?”

“Loathe as I am to admit it…I’d love to start our future now.” He sighed happily, “Instead, we’ll simply have to prepare oursel

He trailed off, his arms wrapping even tighter around you, hoisting you up onto his waist. You squealed in delight, hands on his shoulders to keep from falling.

“Freddybear-!”

“As soon as it’s just the two of us, you’re not leaving my sight for a long time.” He vowed, the last exchange you would have before he kissed you senseless.

You hoped he made good on that promise, when the time came. Just having him back in your arms again was a heavenly sensation.

You would wake to the sweet scent of wildflowers that morning, held intimately to your husband’s chest and luxuriating in the sun’s glow.

It was a memory you would hold terribly dear.

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not-your-lifeline · 2 years

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awww, I’m honored :)

#My Time at Sandrock #Fang #X #screenshots #shitposting #spoilers #adorable #wholesome #Arvio be seething in jealousy right about now

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peligrosapop · 1 year

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this gave me life, Gavi “bro ❤️❤️” Eric saying “you’re good, fucker❤️❤️” to Gavi is hilarious, and with the hearts. Oh, Pedri, he’s going to steal Eric from you or infiltrate the jealousy trio, and then it would be the wholesome foursome.

Gavi le va quitar Eric a Pedri, eso o se va a infiltrar en el trio de celos y entonces sería el cuarteto contento.

#fc barcelona #gavi #eric garcia #trio de celos #jealousy trio #wholesome foursome #el cuarteto contento #bromance #eric garcía

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kitsunequeen1987 · 2 years

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So apparently, someone on Twitter admitted they were jealous of me due to "popularity". I only have like 23 followers, so it definitely caught me off guard. Never in my life did I expect to be told that someone was jealous of me for being popular- especially over social media.

And I don't want people to be jealous of me, either.

What I'm doing is purely self indulgent. I'm not trying to be popular- I'm just posting my silly ship art and stuff because I like it. And if people like seeing my art as well, then that's cool too. I'll admit, I like the lil comments- they give me happiness.

But people being jealous don't. So please- don't be jealous of me. Just do the things that make you happy. :D

#serious post #wholesome i think #jealousy isn't healthy kids #i don't think 23 is enough to be considered popular #but the fact that they thought so was sweet in a weird way #but even so- i don't want her to be jealous #I'd feel guilty tbh

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meademalove · 4 months

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Do you think Viv used to get jealous when there were other people rumoured to de dating her Beth?

Do you think either of them gets jealous in general?

Beth's harem was so fucking hilarious 😅 but even then she was committed to Viv so I don't think so. 🤦🏻‍♀️ Also, the small matter of them being positively obsessed with each other ❤️ and having absolutely no time or intent to entertain anyone else like that. 👀

I don't think they get jealous for the same reason - they know each other only has eyes for each other. Idk anything about them personally to comment otherwise, but I don't think they're jealous people. 🫠

#a little jealousy can be hot though #they are too wholesome for that #meademalove #ask meademalove

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nineinchnailsonchalkboard · 10 months

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...

You'll feed all the people's parking meters

You encourage the eating of ice cream

And you would somersault in sand ...

You talk to loners

You ask "how's your week?"

You give love to all

...

You're obsessed with hiding

The sticks and stones

And feel the unknown

You feel like home

You put my feet back on the ground

Did you know you brought me home?

Yeah, you were sweet & you were sound

Can you save me?

...

You would share your last jelly bean

And you would somersault in sand ...

You put my feet back on the ground

Did you know you brought me home?

Yeah, you were sweet & you were sound

You save me

...

See I have tried

You still bring me around & around & around

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You brought me around

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#who tf is this song about because damn those are some absolute s tier compliments #they sound like a god damn saint 😭 this song is so wholesome i love it #and again i dont see anything wrong with a WWJD type approach to this like make it platonic and that's what it is imho #it's not a bad thing to be inspired by others to be a better person #BRO LITERALLY GAVE SOMEONE THE SHIRT OFF HIS FUCKING BACK AND MY DUDE IS MAD PPL LOOK UP TO HIM LMAO #not sorry bc it's too easy to think highly of someone like that. so unfortunately for u buddy it looks like this life will continue on 🤡#jealousy is such a turn off idk why that's hard to understand #STOPPED A BULLYING FIGHT IN BROAD DAYLIGHT AND MADE A POINT ABOUT IT #DIRECTLY FOUGHT AGAINST DESTRUCTION OF COMMUNITIES #PROTESTED WAR CRIMES AND ANIMAL CRUELTY IN VARIOUS AVENUES #dont worry i can go on #FOUGHT FOR EQUAL RIGHTS FOR HUMANITY FOR KINDNESS FOR TOLERANCE #GOT INTO A PUBLIC FEUD WITH A COLLEAGUE WHEN THE ASSWIPE TURNED INTO A NEONAZI

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smolbrain · 11 months

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Sometimes we know some people don't deserve certain things. We might as well get jealous seeing those. Our life might be going shit and seeing all better things happening to undeserving people might trigger us. Are we bad? Are we a bad person? Do we wish bad of others?

#sad thoughts #jealousy #undeserved #people #motivation #wholesome

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thevillainswhore · 1 month

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The Ties That Bind Us

Pairing: Ex-Husband!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary: Even though Bucky is your ex-husband, you still have to see him often because of your shared son. But the heated tension, the spark that is still very much alive after your divorce, finally reaches its peak when you come home from your date.

Warnings: Mentions of divorce, small amount of angst, mutual pining, jealousy, kissing, smut, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, p in v sex, derogatory names, spitting, happy ending.

Author’s Note: Unbeta’d, warning graphics and dividers by @rookthorne

“You look so pretty, Mama!” You caught your son’s reflection in the mirror, his bright blue eyes wide and in awe as you finished the final touches up of your makeup.

You were about to respond, but the words died on your tongue at the sight of Bucky’s large form rounding the corner into the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over one another. “She absolutely does, cupcake.”

The intensity of his stare made you gulp silently, and you diverted your eyes back to your son.

Bucky had been doing that a lot recently —looking at you differently, more longing in his eyes than usual.

“Thank you, baby,” you said, ignoring Bucky in favour of showing your appreciation to your son. The knot in your stomach was wound too tight to try and unravel the conflict that ravaged in your mind. “You’re going to be good for your Dad tonight, aren’t you?”

Your son did his best to try and hide the cheeky smirk on his lips — one that resembled his father a little too much. “Of course Mama, I be a good boy.”

Unable to help the smile growing on your face, you brought him into your embrace, snuggling him tightly until he let out a loud squeal when you tickled his stomach. “I mean it, trouble. No staying up late and no ice cream before bed.”

Instantly, his puppy eyes fell to his father, an innocent pout on his lips. “But Dadda—“

“Sorry kid,” Bucky held strong. Glancing to you before looking back to his son, “Mama’s rules.”

“Oh, shucks,” your son sighed as you laughed.

From the outside looking in, the three of you seemed like a perfect family. Picturesque and ideal — white picket fences enclosing a home that was full of love and laughter, wholesome family dinners and celebrations for each loved one.

But things were never as simple as you wished.

The sobering thought made your laughter die in your throat, and you checked the time on your lit up phone screen. It was almost time for your date and you were wary of being late. “Okay, cupcake. I’ve gotta get moving so I can make it on time.”

“Aw,” your son whined, and you ruffled his hair as you made your way out of the bathroom. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you squeezed by Bucky, the scent of his aftershave he had worn since you first met him filled your nose and overtook your senses.

You barely suppressed a moan, a sinful combination that your mind begged you to inhale one more time, while another internal voice scolded you. The lingering touch of his fingers ghosting over your waist made it even harder to listen to sense.

Once you reached the hallway, you shook yourself and grabbed your bag from its hook by the door. The coat over your arm was warm and comfortable as you slipped it over your shoulders.

The telltale patter of feet over the hardwood floor bounced towards you, along with another set of heavier ones not too far behind. “Where you going this time, mama?” cupcake asked.

Smiling, you leaned down and tucked a stray lock of deep brown hair behind his ear. “Just for dinner, baby. I won’t be out long and I promise I’ll be back to make you pancakes in the morning, okay, sweetie?”

He nodded before stepping closer and tiptoeing up to whisper in your ear. “Make sure he treat you good because you deserve whole world.”

Tears sprung to your eyes, clinging on to your waterline. You blinked them away quickly before your son could notice.

Though, Bucky did.

You kissed his forehead, and leaned back to look into his eyes. “You got it, cupcake.”

Stepping forward, Bucky spoke up. “Why don’t you say goodbye to Mama and go get a movie set up, huh pal? I’ll be with you soon.”

Before your son left, he hugged you. “Bye Mama, I loves you.”

You smiled as he ran off. “I love you too, baby — and remember to be good!”

Only Bucky and you were left by the door, your blanket of comfortability was gone and you felt his eyes that held too many memories burning through you.

“You really do look beautiful,” he vowed.

Fuck, you internally cursed.

You tried not to look into his eyes while you fumbled with your dress. “Thank you, Bucky.” You quickly shifted the conversation. “If he doesn’t settle then text me, okay? My phone will be on loud and I’ll answer straight away—“

“As much as I— We would like you home, I’m sure we’ll survive without you for a couple of hours,” Bucky said, recovering from his hiccup smoothly.

Your gazes met — you had always gotten lost in his eyes and even all these years later nothing had changed.

Snapping out of your reverie, you shook your head and unlocked the door. “I’ll um— I’ll be back later.”

Before you could leave, Bucky caught your hand. “Have fun, Doll.”

And with all the strength you had, you delicately took your hand out of his, taking note of the tan line of where his wedding ring used to sit. “Bye, James.”

The date went as expected.

Your company for the night wasn’t a problem at all. In fact, this was the third date you had both been on together. However, the spark you had so badly tried to ignite through bland conversations and one already ringed out similar interest fell short.

Every date you had been on since your divorce with Bucky seemed to lack a certain something for you. Although in recent light, you had come to terms with the fact you that no one’s eyes had the same shade of blue you were familiar with. Or made your heart jump in your chest from excited nerves years after your first meeting.

Simply, you hated the fact you compared every single man to Bucky.

With a sigh, you unlocked your door, careful to make as little noise as possible as you walked into your home. It was quiet, almost silent, apart from those damned footsteps that eased the weight off your chest and yet caused goosebumps to cascade down the bare skin of your arms.

Bucky rounded the corner from your kitchen to the open plan living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand in the orange hue of the darkness, provided by a single lit lamp.

“Hey,” he greeted you, the expression on his face imperceptible. “How was your date?”

You cleared your throat, struggling to keep your composure from the sight of his tight black T-shirt and denim jeans that deliciously hugged his thighs. “Um yeah— it was— it was okay.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow in skepticism. “Just okay?” He laughed. “Come on, give me more than that.”

You sighed in defeat. “I told him it was best if we didn’t see each other anymore.”

Unfortunately, there was only so much of a facade you could fake until it became noticeable to your date. It was an amicable decision with no hard feelings. But, it didn’t help to settle the confusing thoughts in your head.

Bucky took a swig of his drink, placing it on the hallway side table before he began slowly pacing towards you.

You couldn’t discern the look in his eyes, the way they feasted on your thighs or your waist. Backing up against the door until you physically couldn’t break free from the heat of his gaze, you could only watch as Bucky drew closer, right until you were a breath apart.

He brought an arm up, over the top of your head to lean against the door. “Any reason why?” he asked, a husk to his tone that granted you no favours.

A sudden pulse shot through your nerves, the ache between your thighs intense. It took everything in you to not rub them together. He would notice that you were sure of.

Desperate to escape what was sure to be a dangerous situation, you quickly slid out of his invisible hold and hastily made your way to the kitchen to pour your own drink. Bucky joined you only seconds later.

“How was cupcake?” you asked instead, attempting to switch the conversation to a safe topic. “I hope he didn’t cause you too much trouble.”

“He was good as gold,” he instantly replied, staring you down. A beat later, “He whined about the ice cream situation, but I promised I’d take him out for it tomorrow and he was out like a light — we had fun.”

You slightly faltered as you poured the whiskey into a second glass. You didn’t miss his small innuendo of spending more time together.

“Thanks for looking after him tonight. I know it was pretty useless anyway, but—“

Bucky trapped you against the counter as he placed his hand over yours, his deep baritone rumbling in your ears. “Don’t thank me for looking after my own son, you know I’d do it all the time if I could.” He took a deep breath. “If you would let me.”

No. You couldn’t do this.

You immediately dropped the bottle of whiskey onto the kitchen countertop, ripping yourself away from his touch to walk away.

Bucky reached out as he followed you. “Babydoll—“

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you scolded, fury in your voice.

Bucky however, wasn’t deterred. “Doll.”

“No—“

“Will you just—“ he caught you with a firm grip and spun you around to face him. “Will you stop running away from me.”

The two of you were out of breath from sudden adrenaline, harshly breathing into each other's mouths. The look in Bucky’s eyes was wild, untamed — tortured.

“Tell me you’ve never thought about it — us getting back together.” He gripped onto your arms, his eyes flicking between yours. “Tell me I’m delusional and I’ll walk out that door right now and we’ll never speak of this again.”

The ache in his voice broke your heart as much as the day you signed the divorce papers.

“Bucky—“

“Please.” He cupped your face with his hands, glancing between your eyes and your lips while his thumb slowly rubbed over them. “I’m a desperate man, baby. I’m desperate for you.”

You gulped, emotion bubbling over into your voice. “We broke up, Bucky. We’re divorced.”

He laughed wetly, but there was no humour in his tone. “And that means we can’t try again?”

The reasons for your separation seemed to blur under his stare. All the ways you weren’t good for each other leaving your mind and only making room for the good.

“Where the hell is this coming from, Bucky?” You deflected once again.

Your hands shook as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I can’t stand the thought of seeing you go out with another man again,” he whispered, painfully. “It’s killing me, Babydoll. It should be me.”

Tears rushed over your cheeks, you were too overwhelmed to hold them back any longer. You sniffled as you glanced down the hall where you son currently lied fast asleep and obvlious. “I can’t hurt our son, Bucky — I can’t.”

He smiled sadly at you, the crinkle in his eyes ever present but they only made you swoon for him even more. “There’s a reason all those dates don’t ever work out.”

You couldn’t hear it, couldn’t take what he was trying to say. “Stop it.”

“I know you’ve been holding back as much as I have.”

He was pushing you, like he always did and as much as you wanted to curse him, it was working. “Please don’t make me—“

The point of no return came in the form of your most hidden secret spilling from Bucky’s lips. “You still love me, Babydoll.”

Ice ran through your veins, hearing those words out loud that you hadn’t dared let yourself believe. Your mouth gaped open, unable to find the words to deny his accusations until your tether broke.

“Fine! I’m ruined for anyone else!” you shouted, frustrated and scared — a wild animal trapped in a corner. “You’ve ruined me — is that what you want to hear?”

His plump lips, soft and pink curled up. “It’s exactly what I want to hear.”

Leaping forward, Bucky crashed his lips against yours.

He was feverish as you both collided into each other. His hands, unrelenting yet gentle mapped out each and every slope of your body as you stood in the living room, feeling each other for the first time in years.

“Fuck,” he groaned between kisses. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, baby.”

Your head spun, dizzy with want. You hadn’t been touched in so long by anyone, never mind your ex-husband and your heart pounded erratically with nerves, excitement and longing.

Slipping his tongue into your mouth, Bucky kissed you like he was starved, as though you were his only salvation. He ran his fingers through your hair, tugging it harshly to pull you closer to him even though there was no longer any distance between the two of you.

“You’ve got no idea how bad I need you,” he whined into your mouth. “Need to fuckin’— I just need you.”

Without you realising, Bucky had pushed you up against the nearest wall and even through denim jeans you could feel the hard shape of his cock while he unabashedly grinded against you.

You broke for air, gasping as oxygen rushed to your lungs. “You have me, Bucky.” He trailed sloppy kisses down your neck as you panted, desperate to stain your skin with any trace of him. “You can have anything you want.”

He growled, a sound that caused a gush of wetness to soak your panties. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to me, sweetheart.”

Ripping away from you, he grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the laundry room on the other side of your house. You struggled to keep up with his fast strides in your heels, but you just about managed as he shoved you through the door and locked it behind him.

His back was turned to you for a while and you stood nervously fidgeting, waiting for him to face you. His back rose and fell with breathless heaves, as though he was holding back — a feral beast ready to pounce.

“Babydoll,” he said suddenly, rough and graveled. “I need to know you want this before I fuck the shit out of you.”

Holy fuck, the mouth on this man. Your mouth grew dry while you struggled to think clearly in his aura. “I— I do—“ you stuttered, lamely.

He slowly turned around, a wolfish gleam in his eyes with adrenaline surging through his veins. He was tense as he took a deep breath. “Say it like you mean it.”

When you stayed quiet, too hazy to speak, Bucky stalked towards you, lifting your chin up to look him directly in his eyes. “Say. It.”

Closing your eyes, you cleared your mind and swallowed before whispering, “I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my name, Bucky.”

He smirked, the kind you knew all too well — deadly. “Atta’ girl.”

You sqeauled as he suddenly hiked you up into his arms, hands under your thighs so he could place you on top of the washing machine. Laundry detergents and other products you didn’t care to take note of fell from the shelves around you as he pounced on you once again, devouring you whole with his sinful lips.

“Do you know how much I’ve had to restrain myself, Doll — Mm?” he pressed, covering every inch of bare skin you had to offer with his kisses. “How fuckin’ hard it’s been to not drag you back in the house and take you right then while you get dressed up for someone else?”

You did. Because you understood more than anyone the pain of having to force yourself away from Bucky when all you had ever wanted was him.

He unbuckled his belt, the telltale sound of the leather snapping against his hands and the jingle of metal sent bolts of electricity straight to your cunt.

Your mind couldn’t keep up, your vision blurry with the sudden turn of events. All you knew was that you needed Bucky.

“Hurry, baby. Please,” you whined.

Bucky groaned with delight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he bit his swollen bottom lip. “Oh, how I’ve missed you begging for me, pretty mama.”

Rushing to take off his belt, he slid the material through the loops of his jeans and threw it on the floor, not long after hurrying to unzip his fly and shuffle his pants down along with his underwear.

The tip of his cock peaked out of his black briefs and instantly you let out a high pitched moan, even shocking Bucky enough to look back up at you drooling over him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, slightly condescending. “Don’t you worry, Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

Bucky revealed the entirety of his cock, the length just as long as you remembered and the girth as thick as you had imagined in your nights alone with your toys that couldn’t compare.

The slight curve that you could feel the ghost of pleasure from to this day caused you to bite your lip and squirm in your place.

Without waiting for Bucky, you began shifting the bottom of your dress up your thighs, too impatient to wait for him to undress you. It gave you immense satisfaction when he followed the material, slowly revealing more of your skin. His mouth gaped open while he fell to his knees, the thud that sounded surely must have hurt, but there was no other expression on his face than greed.

You stopped your dress just before Bucky could peak at your red panties and you almost laughed when his head shot up, aghast that you had interrupted the show.

The power you held, you smirked. “You want more, Daddy?”

Bucky dropped his head onto your thighs, his breath travelling up to your covered mound — your eyes fluttered, though you kept your breathing steady to not seem so desperate.

Stroking your fingers through his fluffy hair, you murmured low, “Does it hurt to know my pussy is right here and you can’t have it?”

You felt his muscles quickly lock up, his head snapping up to you with a speed that was frightening and exhilarating all at once. The blue of his irises darkened, dilating as he chuckled, “You’re very much mistaken, sweetheart. Because this pussy right here,” he shoved your dress up, spread your legs and breathed into you. “She’s mine, baby girl. And you’ve kept her from me long enough.”

A chilled blast of air hit you as Bucky tore your panties from your waist and held them up. “You wore these slutty panties for that fucker, huh?”

You gasped in shock when he brought them to his nose and inhaled the gusset deeply. He grunted as he closed his eyes in bliss. “Cos’ I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s got you this soaked.”

Your keens amused him greatly. “Bucky—“

“That’s right, mama,” he laughed with pride. “My name sounds so damn heavenly coming from your lips.”

Bucky pocketed your underwear, not caring to be discreet and his thumbs came up to your cunt to spread you open to his eager eyes. “My god, baby,” he gasped in awe. Your hole clenched at the vulgar display. “You’re just as tight as the last time I had you.”

He tested a finger over your folds, running it through the embarrassing amount of slick that coated you.

“No one,” you breathed, shaking your head while willing your scrambled thoughts to formulate into words. “There’s been— there hasn’t—“

Bucky looked up at you from his knelt position, a small slither of vulnerability shining through his lust-hooded eyes. “Just me?”

You gulped and nodded, staring into his wide blues with honesty. “Just you.”

A moment passed between you. The charged air filtered down to that spark that had always been buried through the heartbreak you both endured in your divorce.

Bucky swallowed before placing a single kiss to the inside of your knee. “Then let me make up for that.”

You leaned your head back against the shelf behind you as his lips traveled up the meat of your thighs, yelping each time he gently bit you.

He murmured obscenities you could barely respond to as he edged closer to your pussy. You offered yourself freely, on a platter, as your legs opened even wider for him — the only man who ever truly owned you.

His lips whispered over your mound, a hint for what was about to come. “I’ve been waiting to taste you again for years.”

You moaned aloud, unhinged and unapologetic while Bucky licked a fat stripe up your cunt. Your nerves were alight with pure fire and you instantly grabbed onto the back of his head to push him further into you.

You didn’t care if the action was needy — one single touch of him and you were a goner once again.

He feasted on you, not coming up for air as he switched between sucking your clit and slurping your juices. “Oh my god— Bucky, baby you gotta— holy fuck.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Bucky wrapped his thick arms around your thighs and dragged you closer to him — all too happy to suffocate between your legs. “Sweet as a fuckin’ apple pie,” he murmured into you, the vibrations only deepening your pleasure.

Looking down at him, his eyes were homed in on you, watching your every expression. They were blown out, wild while strands of his hair stuck out in every direction.

Pulling away slightly, his heavy pants blew over your throbbing clit. “Daddy makin’ you feel good, Babydoll?”

You hardly had time to reply as he immediately shoved his tongue into your clenching hole and fucked you with it.

“Bucky!” you screamed to the ceiling. However, a harsh slap delivered to your thigh snapped you back to sense.

“You know that’s not what you call me,” he barked.

Whining, you corrected yourself. “Daddy, please!”

You felt his smirk plastered over your pussy as he hummed into you, “There’s my good girl.”

Your legs began to shake as you felt your climax creep to the surface and Bucky only doubled down with his sinful tongue that you somehow had forgotten he was way too talented with.

“I’m close,” you whispered as your vision began to blur. “So close — please, please don’t stop.”

Bucky continued his ministrations while your pussy fluttered around his tongue. Your release was within reaching distance and you gripped the washing machine, ready to let go until suddenly his presence was gone.

You almost fell forward before you caught yourself with your remaining strength. The pent up tension that was wound in your stomach hadn’t loosened and it took you a second to realise you hadn’t cum.

“W—what?” you mumbled shakily as you blinked your eyes open. Bucky stood there, his cock pulsing and viciously purple, with a smirk on his face, wiping his slick covered mouth with his arm. It disorientated you.

“I haven’t—“ you swallowed the dryness of your mouth. “You didn’t make me—“

Bucky’s cock bobbed as he closed the distance between you, dizzying you even further with a passionate kiss. “No I didn’t, baby.”

You whimpered in despair, the ache worsening. “But Daddy—“

“Nu-uh,” he breathed while lining his cock against your hole. “You’re only gonna fuckin’ cum when I say you can.”

Recklessly, Bucky pushed his full length into your pussy. You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into him as the sheer size of his thick cock winded you enough to wail out.

“Shit,” he cursed, a strain in his voice as he firmly gripped your hips. “Fuckin’ hell— Babydoll, how the fuck are you still so tight.”

Impatiently, you fidgeted. Whether it was to escape how full he made you or try and force him deeper into your cunt you weren’t sure. All of it was too overwhelming to process.

“I can’t,” you shook your head, tears building over your glassy eyes. “You’re too big— Bucky, I can’t—“

“Yes you can,” he declared with conviction while he lifted your gaze to him. “You can take it, sweetheart.”

Slowly, Bucky began to ease out of your cunt. His cock was coated with your wetness and he moaned deeply at the sight. He grinded back into you, his curved tip hitting every sensitive spot.

“There we go,” he brushed your hair back and kissed your forehead, praising you. “Taking my cock so good, Babydoll. Just like always.”

His touch was familiar, yet new — all consuming and claiming — and you melted into him, smothering his neck with a litany of kisses as he continued to gently thrust his cock into you.

“M—Missed you,” you confessed, drunk from lust and emotion. “Missed you so much, Bucky.”

The motion of his hips sped up as he began pounding into you with more force. “Yeah? You missed being a sweet little wife for me?” He taunted with an evil grin. “You loved being Daddy’s little slut, didn’t you?”

“Mhm— Always your slut, Daddy!” You sobbed into his skin.

His pace turned unrelenting, fierce after too much lost time. He fucked you as though he would be left out to dry after he was done.

Grabbing your cheeks, he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re mine, Babydoll,” he grunted. “Don’t care who’s fuckin’ taking you on dates. You belong to me.”

Nodding your head, you fell mute, mouth gaped wide as you felt the knot begin to build up in your stomach once more.

Bucky looked down to watch his dick glisten with your slick. The obscene sounds created from the amount of your juices leaking out only caused his cock to throb. Your cunt squelched with each thrust he made. But it wasn’t enough for him.

Gathering saliva in his mouth, Bucky spat to where the two of you connected, groaning as it clung to your pussy and stringed out with his motions.

Your squeals of pleasure began to get louder as the coil tightened, “I’m gonna—“

Before you could rush the words out, Bucky pleaded, “Tell me you love me.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, more alert now. He didn’t falter, only fucked you with more abandon.

“Tell me you love me,” he repeated once more, a demand this time.

“Bucky, I—“

“I know you do, Doll.” His hips started to twitch, his telltale sign that he was also close to cumming. However, you had an inclination that he wouldn’t let himself go until you gave him what you wanted. “I know you remember how good it used to be. Let me come home and I’ll fuck you this good whenever you want.”

You gurgled around his fingers as he suddenly shoved them into your mouth, collecting the drool gathered on your tongue to bring them down to your clit. He didn’t ease them against you, instead rubbing tight circles rapidly, bringing you closer to the edge faster.

It was impossible to escape his dark eyes or the fierce hold of his hand at the back of your neck. “Feels so fucking good, Daddy!” you blurted.

“I know, mama,” he assured as he drove his cock into you even harder. “Your cunt feels like heaven.”

“I wanna cum,” you cried. “I need to cum.”

“You know what you’ve gotta do then, don’t you, Babydoll?”

You squeezed your eyes closed. The pleasure started to blend into a mix of pain and you were only slightly ashamed that it only turned you on more. “I—“

“Come on, baby. Give me what I want.” A few more punishing thrusts and you were treading the line of your impending orgasm. Your thighs shook violently and beads of sweat dripped down your chest. But when Bucky grounded out his next words, you fell apart. “Be a good wife for Daddy and tell me the truth.”

You couldn’t hold back any longer, the balance of your orgasm tipping over along with the truth you tried to withhold. “I love you, Bucky!”

Instantly, you felt the pulse of Bucky’s cock, a warm shoot of his load filling your cunt while you silently screamed and shook with the intensity of your climax.

Everything fell deaf to your ears as you fought to catch your breath, slumping against Bucky. His heavy breaths blew your stray hairs sticking out from the sweat gathered on your head while his hips continued to slowly pump into you from the aftershocks of his own orgasm.

You were brought back to the present with the gentle touch of his lips pressing against your cheeks, kissing your skin delicately. “Hey there, Babydoll.”

While you would have normally been nervous, the energy that he had drained you of allowed your inhibitions and walls to crumble, leaving you to smile drunkenly at him. “Hi,” you whispered.

Bucky checked you over, darting his eyes over your face. “You feeling okay?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, bringing your thumb up to swipe over his stubble you had always been fond of. “Freshly fucked and never better.”

The corner of his lips curved up, a small mirth of laughter escaping him. He licked his lips and you detected a hint of nerves that crossed over his features. “I um— I’m sorry if I—“

You placed your pointer finger over his lips, shushing him. “You didn’t go too rough.” Slowly, you brought your finger down, hooking it into the collar of his shirt. “I enjoyed myself.”

“Good.” He brought one of your hands up to his mouth to kiss the palm of your hand. “Good.”

The two of you barely noticed his length still deep in you. All that you cared for was the weight suddenly released from your chest.

“Did you mean it?” Bucky asked, cutting through the peaceful silence. He was defenseless, all guards down with a shimmer of hope twinkling in his ocean eyes.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and you inhaled deeply before you replied, “I did.”

He swallowed thickly, his emotion clear though his bright eyes. “I love you too — so fuckin’ much.” He nuzzled into your neck as your hand held him close to you. “I’ve missed you.”

A lump gathered in your throat once more. Breathing in Bucky’s scent freely, without guilt this time, you sunk into his embrace even further.

“Can I come home?” he whispered into your skin, a desperate plea. “I’ll do whatever you want — I’ll go to counseling with you, we can take things slow. I just need you back, Babydoll.”

The answer was simple. You knew in your heart there was no one else for you, no one better. No matter your differences, everything would always lead back to Bucky and you were willing to give the two of you a second chance.

“Okay,” you answered softly.

His head shot up, eyes wide and red from the tears you felt gathering on your neck. “Okay?” he repeated hopefully.

You smiled, kissing him gently on the lips before you muttered, “Come back home, baby.”

The pan sizzled on the stove as you cooked the last pancake, a stack already piled high on the counter next to you for breakfast.

Music played softly on the radio and you swayed your hips side to side, covered by a long T-shirt, while you hummed to yourself.

You were interrupted from your task when a pair of thick arms wrapped around your middle, hugging you from behind tightly. “Yknow, I could have had my breakfast in bed,” Bucky grumbled into your ear, his deep morning voice causing your eyes to slightly flutter.

You huffed a laugh before you mumbled, “I bet you could, greedy.”

The bristles of his trimmed beard tickled your skin as he playfully nibbled your neck. “Can’t exactly blame a man when his woman tastes so sweet, Babydoll.”

Your head started to feel heavy as you gave into his kisses, leaning back into his hold and opening yourself up for him.

“There’s a good girl,” Bucky praised you. “You just let Daddy—“

Peaking an eye open, you watched as his hand crept forward, about to pinch a pancake from the pile. He yelped as you swatted his hand away, a pout on his lips while you grinned.

“Nice try, Daddy,” you teased, smugly.

Before Bucky could retort back, a sluggish set of small footsteps sounded over the floorboards and you whipped around to find your son, still sleepy, making his way to the dining table.

“Morning, cupcake!” you greeted him cheerfully.

With difficulty, he climbed his way onto one of the chairs, huffing with the effort and sinking down once comfortable. He looked towards you, blinking the sleep from his eyes. “Mornin’, mama—“

Frowning, your son looked towards Bucky, finally noticing him too. “Dadda?” he asked, confused.

“Hey, pal.” Bucky treaded, carefully.

Your son’s gaze fell to the lack of distance between you and Bucky, his hand still lingering on your waist. Keeping your composure, you waited nervously for his reaction.

“He treat you good, mama?” he asked all so innocently with a hint of fierceness in his bright blue eyes.

You watched with bated breath as Bucky stepped towards him, leaning over the table with his palm up to your son. “I’m gonna take good care of mama, “ he promised with sincerity.

Your son deliberated for a moment before nodding his head and reached out to hold his Dad’s hand. “Okay, can I have pancakes now?”

You sighed a breath of relief. “Of course, baby.”

It was silent for a moment, in your small kitchen while you plated up breakfast for your family. Bucky and you shared an intimate smile until your son spoke up once again. “Just don’t forget about the ice cream you promised me.”

Laughter filled the entirety of the kitchen, a home once again bathed in love — your perfect little family.

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