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Cold Blooded

Jason Todd x reader

Summary: Jason finished up a night of patrol and sees you trying to solve the apartments no ac problem and simply can help himself.

Warnings: 18+ please, smut, sex, sex and more sex (wrap it before you tap it kids) oral sex, intercourse, spitting and mentions of death and resurrection because it’s Jason Todd

This years summer in Gotham had reached its peak temperatures making your small apartment unbearably hot. However it did give you a new found motivation to work to save money for a better apartment with a working air conditioner. You had managed to keep yourself cool by wearing less clothing, running every fan that you owned and stuck to cold showers. Which wasn’t hard because the buildings hot water tank had a 10 minute max of hot water before it turned ice cold.

Jason, on the other hand, had no problem keeping cool. Ever since he died and had been revived by the Lazarus pit, his body temperature had been significantly lower that the normal. You had spent many weekends this summer sprawled across your boyfriend trying to get cool. Even though Jason didn’t like being used as a cooling pad, he didn’t mind the lack of clothing. However, your boyfriends night ‘job’ was beginning to really bug you. With him being out of the house at night you were left to try and keep cool alone in your apartment. Having enough of sweating naked in bed, you eventually caved and opened your window just a crack convincing yourself that you where on the 10th floor and no criminal would be stupid enough to break into a room on the 10th floor. That being said, you were in Gotham so just a crack was more than enough. With going to bed being another no clothes activity, you had managed to fall asleep in your bed without covers.

Meanwhile across the city, Jason wrapped up another night of patrol, ready to get home to you. He always needed you after a long night of patrolling. He needed to feeling your soft sweet skin. The smell of your green apple shampoo in your hair. The touch of our finger tips running up and down his back and through his hair. The sound of your gentle breathing as you slept.

He slid your window open before coming in and closing it completely. Although the lobby was fully empty at this hour, coming through the window being a force of habit he couldn’t shake. He made sure to remove his helmet and gear as quietly as he could as to not wake you up from your sleep. He peeked over at you as he unlaced his boots. You were currently cuddling a pillow in nothing but your underwear. Jason found himself slightly jealous of that pillow.

He dropped his vest onto the floor, it gave a thud as he planned. He watched as you stirred and rolled into your back. Your skin always mesmerized Jason, it was so smooth and flawless, unlike his that was littered with scars, that you had helped him grow to appreciate.

He shed the rest of his clothing leaving him in his boxers. He approached the bed crawling on his hands and knees up the length of your body. He grabs the pillow and throws it over the side rather childishly. As he reached your stomach he left a soft kiss on your skin, goosebumps rippling in his wake. He continued up your body leaving kisses up your torso, to your chest, between the valley of your breasts, leaving a nibble on your collar bone before landing at the crook of your neck, planting his lips at the base before leaving sloppy, wet kisses to travel up to just below your ear.

Your head tilted to the side as you sleepily took a deep breath and stretching slightly. Even half awake you knew that it was Jason crawling into bed. He gently kissed your neck a few times as your hands met his sides, to drowsy to hug him. His muscles relaxed under your warm touch. He relaxed, laying his weight on you, carefully distributing his weight more on the bed than on you.

He let out a content sigh finally happy to be home with you.

“You stink.” You mumble.

He chuckles against your skin.

“I would have showered but you looked like you were in need of a cool down babygirl.”

You hum agreeing with him.

“My sweaty ass thanks you for that.”

He placed another kiss to your skin, and another chuckle vibrates from his chest.

The atmosphere goes quiet again, the sound of your hands sliding and rubbing along each other’s bodies.

“You know, I thought we agreed to keep the windows closed at night.” He said softly into the crook of your neck running his mouth gently along your skin.

“I know. I’m sorry. I meant to close it but I was just so hot.”

“I know baby.” He kisses the valley in between your breasts again, “I just want you safe, that’s all.”

“I know.” You sigh contently as his lips move to your nipple, “we need to find a better apartment.”

He hums in agreement, his attention mostly focusing on sucking at your hardening pebbles.

“I don’t know if I can last another summer in this apartment.” You finish, arching your back up at Jason’s mouth.

“ I don’t know baby,” he switches to your other breast, “I think I like coming home to see you naked like this.”

You chuckle, but it morphs into a moan as he begins sucking again.

“I could be naked for you in an air conditioned apartment too.”

“A win-win. I like that.”

You hiccup as Jason bites down on your skin of your breast then sucking it for good measure. His lips began trailing back down your body. Knowing where this was going you press against his chest but it did damn near nothing with the muscly build that Jay was sporting.

“Jay, please. I have work tomorrow, let me go back to sleep.”

His touch leaves you and you think maybe for a second he will accommodate.

“By all means baby,” he says lowly before taking your hips and flipping you onto your stomach, “go back to sleep.”

But he knows you won’t go back to sleep. Sex with Jason was anything but boring, so sleep was a pipe dream.

He was quick to dismiss your panties, pulling them down your legs before being dropped and crumpled up on the floor. He straddles the back of your thighs before you can get away in your groggy state.

His hands grip your ass, kneading it then spreading your cheeks apart showing the already wet lips of your pussy. Jay wasn’t going to settle for wet, he wanted you dripping.

You miss the smirk that is on Jays face as you whimper into your pillow. He stalks down the bed spreading your legs apart and settling himself between them.

You practically shake knowing what was going to happen. He licks a long wet strip up your lips, dipping his tongue past the folds. He growls as he tastes making you shiver.

He dives back into your folds, paying attention to your clit, gently sucking and circling the sensitive bud.

Once satisfied with your moaning and withering he moved back to your aching entrance, his thumb rubs circles in place of his tongue.

Your hips jolt and grind at everything that Jason give to you. Dear god he was gonna make you cum before he was even inside of you.

“Jay.” You managed to whimper.

“Shhhh.” He hushed with his mouth still against you , “Your supposed to be sleeping baby.”

“Fuck you.” your annoyed reply turning more into a moaning plea.

“Let me finish up here and you can fuck me all you want.” He replies smugly.

Your brain short circuits and you lose any snappy comeback to throw back at him.

His thumb quicken their tight circles and his mouth continues their assault on your entrance.

You gasp right as you meet your peak and you cum, flows of moans and breathes leave your throat. Jason allows you ride his face for a moment or two before he can’t wait any longer.

He pulls away tugging his underwear off and watching you pant as you still lay on your stomach.

His cock springs free from his boxers, standing ready at attention. He huffed in excitement and anticipation and smiled down at you. Gently he turned you over on your back again before settling between your shaking legs. He kisses along your warm skin, his lower body temperature cooling you off a little again.

“Are you asleep yet baby?” He teases.

You tisk in annoyance, “You know I’m not.”

He chuckled continuing to work his lips against my skin.

Suddenly he sits back into his knees parting your quacking legs. Fisting his cock in one hand he pumps it a few times, smearing the beads of pre-cum around the tip.

Your lids peel open finally looking up to your naked boyfriend. His eyes locked to your, smiling down before spitting into his hand and bringing it down to his cock, massaging along his shaft. You hips twitched as the arousing action.

“This ok baby?” He asks in a sweet but slightly more serious tone.

You nod up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth. Despite his talent of persuasion, all you needed to do was say the word and he would stop, but you had no intention of doing that now.

With your body still buzzing, Jason glides his tip along your slit, gently pressing through your folds. Your body jolts as it brushes your sensitive button at the top and your eyes roll closed again. He gives a groan in satisfaction at your sopping pussy.

“Jesus Fuck.” He whisper under his breath then finally he pushes into you. He eases into you until his pelvis is flush against yours. You fist the pillow cradling your head, the fabric of the pillow case tight in your fingers.

The walls of your sex squeeze around your boyfriends cock forcing a grunt from his chest. Then leaning forward he towers over you with his forearms caged around your head. He pulled out leisurely, expelling a desperate whimpering moan from you.

His lips ghost over your own, wanting to meet them but still too desperate for oxygen to fully commit.

His next thrust is quicker but he still minds his pace knowing you needed a few thrusts to fully adjust. You hum with contentment making Jason smile. The Wayne’s had quite the issue with accepting affection that was offered to them. The fact you were always so comfortable and relaxed around him brought him a source of pride that made him think that maybe he wasn’t the killing machine he thought he was.

He rock himself harder into you, his thrusts becoming more stimulating and intense. Moans and grunts fill the room as his thrusts become faster. Lips brushing along skin. Sweat trickling along their bodies.

Your feet started out flat on the bed, now your legs were pulled up towards your chest, his tip brushing even deeper inside of you.

You cry out as a new wave of pleasure ripples from your pelvis. Jason’s lips were pressed to your cheeks then down to your neck, sucking at your pulse point until you were certain it would leave a purple hickey.

“Jason, please.” You nails dig into his lower back as you beg.

He hisses at the painful bite of your fingernails.

“I know baby. Almost there.” He continues to rut into you, his own orgasm quickly approaching as well.

He pulled back a little, giving himself more room to snake his hands between their bodies. In turn, y/n hand slides down to his biceps, keeping a grip to ground herself.

His hand laid spread flat on her lower abdomen, his thumb gliding to her soaked clit, and rubbed in tight circles.

Your body arches as your orgasm crashed through you. Jason groans as your nail bite into his arm that does nothing to slow his approaching orgasm. If anything it eggs him on and with your pussy clenching around his pulsating member, he was on the edge of bliss.

He pulled out, furiously fisting his cock. He hated pulling out but without a condom he refused to risk pregnancy with just your birth control alone. He gasps and groans as he reaches his own climax. Mumbling some profanity, he cums onto your stomach. Thick milky spurts painting your skin as you lay limp on the bed. Your thigh trembling softly around Jason’s sweaty form as he collapses on top of you. You both gasp for breath, coming down from your righteous high.

After a few moments your breathing went back to normal and he slips from your sticky grasp moving to the bathroom. You whimper as the hot summer temperature starts to inch along you in place of your cooler boyfriend.

Jason approaches again, now with a clean torso with a wet Lilac rag, wiping the cum off your stomach and a quick swipe up her wet sex. She spasms as he nudged her sensitive pearl. He chuckled at your shaking frame while he cleans his own pulsing cock.

He throws the rag towards the hamper in the corner of your room, not caring if it actually makes it in. He lays back on top of you kissing along your chest and neck again. Your legs wrap around your partner and his head rests on your chest, sighing in content relief. Your fingers card through his hair, massaging his scalp and occasionally brushing the white streaks along the top of his hairline.

“How was that baby?” He mumbled.

“Wonderful. I don’t think sex with you has been anything short of that.” You express.

“I appreciate the praise.” He chuckles.

You eyes flutter close as sleepiness once again floods your body.

“I found an apartment out on patrol tonight. It’s just outside of east Gotham. Come see it with me tomorrow.” He pleads.

“I have w-“

“Then take it off. Please. I know you will love it. We have been saving a lot, it’s a good price range and it’s in a safe area. It’s perfect. It has a functioning hot water system and ac unit. Please.”

He’s practically begging you at this point and it’s hard to say no.

You sigh heavy “Just tomorrow. Your lucky I’ve been saving my vacation time.”

He kisses you on the forehead then returns back to his spot on your chest.

“I promise you’ll love it.” He presses his lips to your neck. You grasp his hair tenderly to bring him back for a kiss and you smile then roll on top of him. Your hair dropping down and curtaining around each other as you loom over him.

“Well Mr. Todd, since you so rudely woke me up and my plans for tomorrow are suddenly cleared up, care for a round two?”

His amused confusion morphed into smiling mischievousness.

“Hell yes.”

Authors note: if anyone is looking for it The ‘Falling in Love with the Boy Next Door’ series isn’t finished but I am having a really hard time finishing it. I have had this in my drafts so i figured why not. Also if you were looking for the series, the next one is the last part.

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A gift of tomorrow

Falling in love with the boy next door: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Warning: angst, talk of war, death is implied

Summary: Y/n and Bucky say good bye but not without one last question.

The train whistle blew, cutting through the sounds of the packed train station. Parent, siblings, friends, and significant others saying goodbye to the young men going off to war.

Y/n stood in the chilled summer air, wrapped in a coat to stave off the cold breeze of the early morning. She watched Mrs. Barnes kiss her boy on the cheek and hug him as tightly as she could.

Tears stayed at bay but it was very clear to see that Mrs. Barnes was beyond heartbroken to let her baby go.

Next was Mr. Barnes, he gave his boy a firm hand shake before hugging him with the same tight hug that his wife had given. Y/n saw that words were exchanged but she couldn’t make it out nor did she want to. It was their moment to share together.

His sisters were next. Becca did her best to be strong for her brother and younger sisters wiping away her tears and giving a bright smile.

“See you soon you big lug.” She shoved his shoulder with a fist.

“Before you know it.” Bucky reciprocates, before giving her a tight hug.

She momentarily buried her face into his jacket, hiding the few escaping tears.

Mary Ann was a little more forthcoming with her emotions. Fat tears roll down her cheeks but she still managed to give a small smile. Her hug reached around his waist and just barely wrapping around him.

“Don’t miss me too much Mary. I love you.”

She burys her face into his uniform, mumbling an “I love you too”, then joining Becca.

Last was Polly. She held onto her mom, crying as she leaned against her. Bucky took the liberty of walking over to her and bending down to her level before holding out his hands to ask for a hug. She falls into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’ll send you a letter every week, okay?”

“Okay.” She sniffled, then pulled away to wipe she eyes on her sleeves.

Standing straight, he gave his mother one last hug then turned to y/n.

The Barnes family moved to the side giving the two some space to say their goodbyes.

Tears filled both of their eyes, but they managed to give each other a smile.

“Hi.” Bucky mellowed and she replied the same.

“I guess this is the part we say goodbye.” He whispered, his hands gravitating to her hips.

“ I guess.” She wears another melancholy smile then takes ahold of his lapel. Tugging it gingerly, bring his lips a few inches from hers. “You come back to me James Bucky Barnes. You hear me?”

“I’ll always come back to you, y/n. You have my heart.” He says it so surely it was almost like there was no danger at all. She kisses him hard wrapping her arms around his neck. He squeezed her frame just as hard and lifted her off the ground.

They savored each other’s lips knowing that it would be the last one in a long while.

Bucky gently takes one of her hands, “I wanted to give you something before I left, if you wanted it.”

Y/n look up at him in confusion, “like a farewell present?”

“Not exactly. I guess it would be more like a promise.”

Pulling his hand from his pocket, opening his fingers to reveal a ring with a diamond sitting in the middle. Small pearl details decorating the square metal plate holding the diamond.

Y/n gasped, having seen the ring many times before.

“That’s your moms ring.”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “ when I told her I was drafted, we talked a lot. I brought up how much I wanted to marry you but I would wait until I got back. She was adamant that I save my money and give you this for the time being. Until I come back and get you new one.”

“Bucky Barnes Don’t you dare. I would be honored to wear your mother’s ring.”

He smiled and placed the ring on her finger.

“Not really a proper proposal, is it?” He smiled shyly.

“No, but it’s alright I don’t care. We aren’t really in the circumstances to do anything proper.” She answered back with the same smile.

Bucky nodded.

She kissed him again and he did the same, holding her tight.

There was nothing left to do now, except hold each other before he would have to board the train.

“I love you.” Y/n said. Never had she meant it more than she did now. “I love you.”

The train whistle blew again, warning intended passengers it was about to depart.

“I love you.” She repeated again in desperation.

Bucky leaned away placing his lips on her forehead, trying to give her what little comfort he could.

“I love you, doll.” He echoes, “I love you. Im coming back, I promise.”

He looks down at her brushing his hand down the side of her face.

“I love you.” He kissed her one last time before he picked up his bag. He moved a step towards the train, his hand still in hers.

She cemented her feet to the floor, knowing full well that if she took even a shuffle toward the train she would be boarding it with him.

His grip slipped to her fingertips as he stepped onto the train.

“I love you.” She whispered as she leaned over and quickly caught his lips again.

The train whistle pierced through the air again telling everyone one the side to move away from the trains giant steel wheels.

Y/n withdrew from Bucky and moving a step or two back. Her jaw clenched tightly as she tried to keep herself from crying.

The train began to lurch forward and departing along the tracks.

“I love you baby.” He waved back as the train began to pick up speed.

Wrapping the coat tighter around her body and giving him a small wave back. The tears that she tried to keep a bay broke from her waterline, rolling down her cheek.

Her heart broke all over again as she watched the train roll out of sight the pillows of smoke dissolving away behind it.

The crowd began to thin around her but she had very little care about it.

She wipped her tears away for the time being, when she got home there would be more time for tears when she would relay back to her family.

As she looked down at her finger, she couldn’t help but smile. Mrs. Barnes would insist on an engagement shower and she was sure her mother would agree.

Bucky had given her a small moment of happiness and a reason to celebrate during a time of hardship.

She stepped out to the parking lot she expected to haul a cab but she was pleasantly surprised to see the Barnes family still around there car.

Mrs. Barnes waved excitedly at her, she was eager to see the ring on y/ns hand.

Y/n smiled walking over and wrapping her arms around the woman that she considered a second mother since childhood.

“Well let me see.” Winnie said wiping away a few stray tears of her own.

She held out her hand letting Mrs. Barnes examine it.

“Oh, it’s just perfect. Isn’t it perfect George?”

“Just as perfect as it was on you darlin. We can finally make you an official Barnes.” George said proudly giving y/n a hug as well.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.”

Becca stepped forward to give y/n a hug, “ You know I told ma no more girls but I think your the one acception.”

Y/n smiled widely, “Thanks Becca.”

She wanted to say a lot more but she couldn’t really find the words. She had know the Barnes her whole life. What could she say to her second family that she hadn’t said already.

She pulled back wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath that seemed to release some of the weight in her shoulders.

“Well why don’t we get home so we can spread the good news?” Mrs. Barnes gleamed.

“That sound good.” Y/n replied.

Despite how alone she felt mere minutes ago, she looked around and remembered that she wasn’t alone at all. He had tons of people around her that would be there to keep her up just like she would for them.

A genuine smile graced her lips on the car ride back to the two homes that sat on Cherry Lane.

A new found hope sparked inside her. No matter the out come of this war, her and her family, both by blood and by choice, would stand strong together.

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Uniforms and broken hearts

Falling in love with the boy next door: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Summary:Y/n finally finds out what she’s been dreading.

Warnings: talk of war and death, lgbtq rep., 18+ please smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nipple play, p in v intercourse, car sex

It was a Saturday night in the middle of fall, Y/n and her mom had been working on a rather large dinner, per Rubies request. A juicy beef roast, mashed potatoes, seasoned green beans and homemade rolls. Then, for dessert, a strawberry pie that y/n had perfected. It was to be a feast fit for a king or at least a diplomate.

As she worked on forming the bread dough into small rolls, y/ns mind couldn’t help but wonder to Bucky. Should she invite him over for dinner or wait and bring over left over after? Maybe she could invite him for some pie. Y/n’s heart fluttered thinking of seeing Bucky again. Buckys and her outings had become more frequent lately. Going to the drive-in then dinner, more dancing and anywhere else they wanted to go. Tonight Steve and Bucky were accompanying Loretta and her girlfriend, Dolores on their secret date.

Y/n was the first to know that Loretta was into girls and with her support she went told Steve and Bucky. At the time Loretta didn’t have a girlfriend but whenever she did, Bucky and Steve where there to be her fill in boyfriends so no one would mess with them.

Margret looked over at her eldest daughter, if it were other circumstances she would have chuckled at Y/n’s smitten heart but guilt was gnawing in her stomach. Heart break was going to be inevitable and it would be better she told her now.

“Y/n.” Margret said bringing her out of her thoughts.

“Yes.” She responded placing the last bit of dough in the pan.

“There is something that-.”

“Something sure smells good in here.”

Mr. Y/L/N was stepping in the door way with his briefcase, home from a day of hard work.

“Welcome home, dad.” Y/n put the pan in the oven before going over to her dad, placing a light peak on his cheek.

“Thank you dear. How’s my gorgeous wife?” He states moving over to Margret with arms wide open. Wrapping her up in his arms he placed a quick kiss on her lips.

“Happy that my husband is home.” She smiled lovingly at her husband.

“What do you need a hand with?” Her husband questioned looked down at the busy stove.

“Oh, nothing dear, just waiting for the rolls and the roast to finish.” She said flicking her hand toward the food.

“If you want, the cream needs to be whipped for desert.” Y/n joked.

“ I think I’ll let the professional handle that. Last time I tried to whip cream it ended up on the ceiling some how.”

The girls giggled and Mr. Y/L/n moved to the living room to greet his other two children.

“Tell Ruby and Henry to start setting the table please, dear.” Margret called after the twins before returning to the stove.

“What were you saying mom?”

Guilt once again sank in Mrs. Y/L/n stomach, Y/N bright smile cutting her deep the thought of her daughters broken heart.

“Just, thank you for helping me with dinner, darling.”

“You don’t need to thank me mom.”

“I know dear, but still.”

With the food done and the table set, everyone sat down for the delicious dinner. Henry said “Ruby!” in a rushed fashion, anxious to get to the food in front of him.

“Wow mom everything looks so good.”

“Well thank your sister. She helped a whole lot.”

“Thank you, y/n.” The younger siblings sound in unison.

After dinner was devoured, dessert was immediately requested and Y/N obliged. When everyone was satisfied with their piece, Y/N sat with her own piece at the end of the table.

Mrs. Y/L/N was at ease with the conversation absent of any talk about the upcoming war thus far.

Taking a bite of the strawberry pie it all came to a screeching halt when Henry piped in, “Dad where is Bucky going?”

Mrs. Y/L/N heart jumped into her throat and down into her stomach at the same time.

“What do you mean?” His father answer.

Margret tried to catch her husbands attention. She knew that Y/N was looking over also confused by the question.

“Mary Ann said Bucky was leaving but she didn’t say where. Is he leaving forever?”

Leo cleared his throat as his attention was still solely on Henry, missing his wife attempts to get his attention.

“Well, Bucky is going to fight in the war a-“

“LEO!” Margret cried.

She finally turned to her eldest, who was now slack jawed and glossy eyed.

“Oh shit.” Her dad cursed lowly, “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t-“

Y/N stood up abruptly, her napkin falling to the floor and silverware skipping off the table.

“I-I have to go.” She says in shock.

“Please be careful Y/N.” Her mother begs, knowing there is no stopping her. She nods as she grabs car keys and a coat before she is out the door. She nearly trips over her clumsy slipped on flats.

Stumbling into the divers seat, she nearly loses the keys three times as she tries to put it into the ignition. Her shaking hands grip the wheel and she takes a deep breath to try and calm her whirling mind, even just for a few minutes. If she was gonna drive she needed a clear head.

Then she peeled out of her driveway and driving down to the fair where Bucky was supposed to be.

Y/N had parked the car three blocks away from fair. Several streets were full of cars and the only reason she had gotten that parking spot was because a car was leaving said space. She held back from running afraid she might miss Bucky in the large crowd.

Every minute felt like a hour as she searched, her mind ached from the constant reeling back and forth. She ignored stares and cat calls from other young men dressed in military green. She ignored the grand displays of the latest science finding and theories. She ignored the giggling of the young girls on the arms of their man, just like she should have been.

By the time she was about to give up on her search her feet ached, her head hurt, and her cheeks were wet with tears.

Maybe he was home by now. Surely he wouldn’t leave without so much as a word to her.

Her body jolted to a halt as she heard Bucky’s name. Spinning she looked frantically before spotting Bucky towering over Steve. They seemed to be arguing about something. It was probably some to do with Steve’s attempts to register for the army but Y/n didn’t have the time for that now.

She moved toward him but was suddenly shoved aside by a group of soon to be shipped off soldiers and their many dates and friends. She tried to keep her eyes on Bucky through the trawl of people but he ended up walking out of sight along with Steve. As the group passed she paced over to were he had been. At first she panicked not seeing them at first but then she spotted them down the street. She raced down the street, following them down a alleyway, that they often used as shortcut.

“Bucky!” She shouted causing him to stop.

Loretta and Dolores turned around and relaxing as they saw their friend but seeing her face, it was clear that this wasn’t a pleasant reunion.

“Thanks for walking us home Bucky.” Loretta said before tugging Dolores down the street to their apartment.

The night was now eerily quiet around them now.

“Were you going to tell me?” She said lowly.

“ I... I don’t know.”

“So you were just going to leave tomorrow without saying anything.”

“Y/n I’m going to war, not summer camp. I don’t know if I’m coming back and I don’t want our last moment together to be this broken, sad goodbye.”

“So you were going to settle for nothing at all?”

“If that meant that you could keep all the good memories of me then, yes.”

Wet trails streaked down y/n cheeks as they stood in the summer night.

“Well that is unbelievable cruel James Barnes.” The look she gave him held no anger just melancholy. “It is cruel that you would remove any chance for me to tell you that I love you.”

Y/n stepped to him, closing the gape that stood between them. Her palms resting on his chest, the fabric of his jacket chilly under her touch. His own hands meeting her hips, and he couldn’t help gravitating her body closer to him.

“My apologies doll. You know,” he chuckled, “I was planning to tell you that I loved you the second I got back.”

“That’s quite the assumption Bucky Barnes. To think I would wait for you after you left me without so much as a good bye.”

“Call it wishful thinking.”

Y/n chuckled as she cradles Bucky’s jaw. They both look to each other, their eyes glistening with faint tears.

“Well I would wait for you, my love.” She whispers.

“I’d move every continent if that meant I could get back home to you.” He echoed.

“Maybe don’t do that much, just come home when this is all over, okay?”

“The second it’s over.” He agreed.

A strong wind blow through the trees, rustling the branches and leafs before dying down again. The silent night seeming more precious.

“Bucky?”

He hummed in responds.

“Kiss me?” Her words came out more of a plea than a question.

Bucky didn’t hesitate. Gently his lips brushed against hers, the sweet taste of strawberries still lingering on hers before pressing his lips fully to hers. Her fingers thread through his dark locks, tenderly fisting them at the roots. His hand nestling into her lower back and running up her hips and waist. Their sweet gentle kisses quickly dissipated into more heated, hungry kisses. Their tongues softly caressing each other, huffs of breath stolen between parted lips.

No matter how close they pressed into each other they needed to be closer.

They shuffle backwards, Bucky’s back meeting the side of his fathers car. Y/n’s hand shift down to the lapel of his jacket. Softly gripping the fabric in her hands, she moves her touch down to his buttons. She hesitates only for a moment before unclasping the top button. She waits for a moment, still kissing Bucky, to see if he stops her.

Feeling no resistance she continues to unbutton down his jacket. It isn’t until she reaches the last button that Bucky finally registers her intentions.

Breaking the kiss, he cradled Y/n’s wrist. Their breaths fan over each other, lips centimeters away from each other.

“Are you sure?” His blue eyes peering into your eyes, “We don’t have to do this now.”

“I want this, Bucky. I don’t want to waste any more time.”

She brings him back down to her lips before he has time to respond but he managed to smile against her lips.

Y/ns fingers continued to work along the buttons on his coat. As the last button is popped free she runs her hands from his abdomen up to his shoulders.

Her lips broke from his again, “Car” she breathed.

He nodded still holding her waist as he maneuvered around the door and they stumbled into the back seat. They giggle against each other’s lips as they quickly shoving themselves into the space and close the door behind them.

Bucky situated himself on the seat while Y/n straddled his hips.

“Y/n.” Bucky whispers against her lips.

Her hands ran along his shoulders again taking off the military green jacket. She smiles at the sound of her name coming from Bucky.

“Bucky.” She whispers back.

Y/n sheds her own jacket, revealing the dress underneath. He wanted to make a comment about how good she looked in it but was quickly detoured. He could only admire it for a moment before his focus went back to her facial features again.

Their lips tangled again with their fingers working at their clothing with renewed vigor. Y/n managed to get his tie undone and cussed at the buttons on his green dress shirt. She hated his god damn uniform, there are to many buttons. Just as she finished the last one, Bucky’s hands worked up her back to her zipper, pulling it down. A whimper escapes her, as the stroke of his fingers brush along her bare spine. They break apart again to wiggle out of their respective clothes. While Bucky rid his shirt completely, y/n only pushed the fabric down and let it bunch at her waist.

Huffs of breaths are expelled as they crave more air before they kiss each other hard again.

Bucky’s lips travel down her chest towards her naked breasts. His cock grows painfully hard against the confines of his pants. Excitement ripples to y/ns core as she can feel him against her clothed mound.

Pleasure explodes through her as his lips wrap around her harden pebble. Her breath hiccups as he gently sucks, her finger card through his hair and head lulling back. Her hair gets tussled as it brushing the ceiling of the car. He repeats the same on the other nipple, in turn moans began to spill from Y/ns lips. His lips pull away from her tender skin with a dull pop, peppering more kisses along her chest and up her neck.

With the assistance of his hair y/n guides his mouth against hers again, “I need you.” She breathed.

His belt jingled as he unfastened his pants, passing them down his legs. Y/n shifted off of Bucky to pull off her remaining clothes and he did the same.

At that moment, they look back at each other, with their blemished lips and flush bodies.

The world feel away around them as they sat naked in the back of a blue Hudson.

Y/n straddles his lap again, this time they are more tender with each other knowing what comes next.

Y/n gaze travels down to Bucky’s hard member. The tip was red and wet with pre-cum. Her mind began to raced thinking about him being inside of her. She had heard about sex many times from her friends and chats with her mom and her friends. From what she heard the first few time were uncomfortable and awkward, nothing like movies and book portrayed. Her mouth suddenly when dry, she had no idea what she was doing. Did Bucky know what he was doing? She had no desire to make a fool out of herself, especially tonight.

“Hey,” Bucky cradled her head, “Are you okay? Should we stop?”

“N-no. I’m fine.” She stuttered. Bucky frowns at her not fully convinced.

“Are you sure? Y/n, we can stop if you changed your mind.” His eyes reassure her, “I’m still yours without sex, you know that right?”

“I want this, I do, I’m just,” she pauses for a moment, “ I’m just nervous about the… experience, that’s all. I want it to be nice, y’a know?”

He nodded with understanding.

“I see. It will be nice as long as it’s with you. We can go at your pace, doll. Whatever you want to do.”

She smiles while his thumb brushed along her cheek, her eyes flutter shut. She cradled Bucky’s hand against her cheek. Feeling along his calloused knuckles and fingers. She begins to giggle, “ You remember when you clobbered Taron Zolofski for mouthin off about me.”

“Yeah, I remember sitting in your bathroom while you patched me up. I wanted to kiss you so bad then.”

“You should have.”

They both smile, breathy chuckles are exchanged between them. Gently kisses caressed their lips, romantic and slow. Bucky soothes up and down her naked waist, comforting y/n more than he knew.

“You know,” he said between the kisses, “I think even back then, I loved you.”

“Really?” She asked dreamily.

He nodded, “ I’m pretty sure you put a spell on me in your moms hollyhocks when we were little.”

She smiled and chuckled down at him. She leans down to whisper in his ear.

“Maybe I did.” Her tone sultry and seductive. Her confidence igniting again in her chest.

Bucky didn’t think that his cock could get any harder but when y/n trailed her tongue up his neck, he could hold back the stuttered gasp that escaped him. Pride bloomed in her chest hearing the effects she has on him.

“Ready?” He asked up at her.

She nodded her lip between her teeth. Bucky gripped his cock, guiding it to her lips. He stopped, waiting for her to sit down on him, letting her take all the control.

She took a heavy breath, shakily pressing down. He watched her carefully, every expression, every shiver. Ready to fully stop if need be. With the tip beginning to stretch her, she worried that maybe Bucky was to big for her. His tip felt so big compared to her tight entrance. She winces at the feeling.

“It’s alright baby.” He strokes her arm as he reassures her, “Relax and take it slow.”

She nodded before breathed in a few heavy breathes. Making sure she drop her shoulders and relax her thighs then focused back to Bucky. Their eyes never leaving each other. She pressed herself further into him. Her breasts flush again his chest, arms resting atop his shoulder.

She brings her mouth down to his own, their tongues meeting again.

She presses down a little more welcoming a little more of him into her. This time it was less painful so she takes another inch or two. She sighs a loving moan into their lips and he is rubbing the skin of her thighs. His thumb making small circles along the way.

She continues to inch until she is fully seated on him. The feeling of him inside of her is strange but comfortable. She is tight around his throbbing member. It isn’t painful but the heavy pressure is noticeable.

Y/n watched as Bucky’s eyes rolled closed and his head dipped backward, she was almost sure that was a good thing.

“Are you okay?” She whispered placing a kiss at his exposes throat.

“Perfect, doll. Your perfect.” He praised, his breathing coming out in short even spurts.

She gently cradles his head and guided his lips back to hers needing to taste him again,as they sat for a minute in their comfortable position.

It was only when y/n began rut into him that she decided to start moving again.

They both moan as the small relief as he began to slide out of her.

Her hands are in his hair now, fisting the strands. More moans are spilled as the uncomfortableness shifts into pleasure.

Bucky chuckled under his breath before he groaned.

“What?” Y/n whispered.

“You just unravel me so quickly. I haven’t even been inside you for that long and I’m already so close to coming.”

She smile with your bottom lip caught between her teeth and her hips begin to quicken against him.

“Are you close too?” He grunts out.

She kiss him deep trying to blow past the subject.

“Baby?” He mumbles against her lips.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about me. I want you to feel good.”

Without a word Bucky moved his hand lower to where your bodies where joined. The pads of his finger pressed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, his thumb gliding over to her swollen clit. His touch gentle at first, carefully stroking at a slow pace.

A new wave of pleasure ripples through y/n, making her eyes roll back and a hitched gasp mixes with a moan.

Bucky is taken aback, watching as her face quirks with pleasure.

They continue to thrust and rock as they both climb to their peak.

“Bucky.” She gasps, “I’m…I’m gonna,”

“Let go. Cum for me, my love.” He kisses against her skin.

Her body shakes to as she reaches the very top of her pleasure. She mewl and moaned as she tipped over the edge of her climax. She kissed Bucky hard and he begins to cum with her. He groans against her not daring to pull away from y/n. She continues to ride through her orgasm and only stops when they both begin to twitch from sensitivity.

Warmth spreads inside of her making her shiver, goosebumps form on her skin. Bucky’s hands soothed up and down her skin, as they both heaved deep breath’s.

“How was that?” Bucky smiled as their lips brushed.

“Wonderful. I can’t believe I waited this long.”

He chuckled, his hands snaking up her back making her shiver again.

“Well prepare yourself cause when I get back, you aren’t leave your bed for at least a week.”

“I’m holding you to that Barnes.”

They use the late hours of the night to talking and holding each other. Both hanging onto the hope that Bucky would return home safe and sound. They found themselves back at home in Bucky’s bed, cuddling and sleep as much as they could, before the sun inevitably rose in the morning.

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For the moment

Falling in love with the boy next door: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Warning: Smut (so 18+ please) and mentions of war and military draft.

Summary: No matter how hard he tried he can’t keep anything from y/n. So when he receives some ‘bad news’, she is there to comfort him.

The night seemed eerily quiet to Bucky. While the night air was usually bustling with activity as the neighborhood kids play into the late afternoon. Maybe it was because it was a particularly cold night in the late summer or maybe it was the letter shaking in his hand.

He had been in the two families shared tree house rereading the letter over and over for the past few hours. Hoping that the letter would some how dissolve if he read it enough times.

At first he allowed himself to cry, silently letting his emotions out till he was left with a dull numbness.

He was leaving in less than 2 weeks. What was he going to tell his mom? What was he going to tell his sisters? Hell, what was he going to tell y/n?

To that thought, he buries his face in his hands, his fingers curling tightly into the threads of his dark hair.

He curses to himself lowly before the tears start to come again.

No, he argues to himself. He shook himself before sits a little straighter.

He would be strong. He would be strong for his family. He would be strong for y/n. He would put on a brave face and pull through. That’s what you do in life. Steve had done it all his life and if Steve could do it for 20 plus years then he could do it for a couple months until he was discharged. Then he would come home to y/n. He would ask her to move into an apartment with him. He’d buy her a ring with every penny he had saved. He’d get down on one knee and ask her to marry him.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and shoving the poorly folded letter back into his pocket. He would tell mom and dad first, then hopefully figure it out from there.

His thought were interrupted by the sound of footsteps along the grass below.

Expecting to see one of y/ns siblings or one of his sisters, he was surprised to see her face pop through the opening.

“Thought I saw you up here.” She smiled climbing up the rest of the ladder with her bare feet.

A hurricane of emotion stormed through Bucky’s mind, but he still returned a smile.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes doll.”

“Are you talking to me or the jack?” She sasses as she pulled out a bottle of jack Daniels that was peering out of a brown paper bag,but seeing the redness clouding his eyes her face fell.

“What’s wrong?” The bottle was quickly discarded to the side and forgotten about.

Bucky shook his head, you knew him too well

“I had a fight with Becca. I think she hates me.”

“Oh James.” You say sadly moving over to him then straddled his thighs. Your hands cradle his jaws tenderly, “ Becca could never hate you. It will blow over darling.”

You press a kiss on his forehead and Bucky’s eyes flutter looking closed trying to keep the sensation permanently in his mind.

“I know. I just hate the fact that she is mad at me.”

His head drops into the crook of you neck, taking a deep breath. As he exhaled, trying to memorize the feeling of your skin. How soft and smooth it was. Trying to etch the way your skin rippled with goosebumps as his breath washed over your chest. Putting those memories in the furthest compartment in his brain, so he would never have a chance to lose it, no matter what would happen out there in the battle field.

He makes sure to kiss you long on the neck. Taking care to suck and nibble on spots that he hoped would make you squirm, and you didn’t disappoint. Your body shuddered with a shiver when his tongue sweeps along your skin and you let out a breathy hiccup when he sucks along your collar bone.

Your finger work up the back of his neck and into his dark hair, pulling on them ever so gently.

Bucky’s hand brushed along the curve of your hips, gently squeezing and rubbing through the silky fabric of your dress. His hand itches to touch you bare skin, so his touch travels down to your thighs. He thanked god that you weren’t wearing your nylon stockings tonight.

He moaned against your lips as your hips buck into him. You disconnect the kiss for only a moment, the need for air still essential. Bucky looks to your face in awe, as you look down at him through hooded eyes, your lips are a deep pink and cheeks brushed with a peachy blush. You looked heavenly.

Running your thumb along his bottom lip, you whisper, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

He wanted to say no, that his world was falling apart around him and he didn’t know how to stop it. For now though, he had you and that made everything okay.

“Yeah.” He replied.

In that moment y/n wanted to tell him how she had felt. She was sure she was in love. Observing her parents relationship, she knew her and Bucky had something special. They had never really discussed their feeling for each other, they sort of just fell into whatever it was they are now. Every part of it was wonderful and exciting yet familiar and comfortable. She wanted to make a grand gesture of telling him how she felt. Maybe she would put together a picnic or maybe some flowers if he liked them. Or maybe she should wait until Bucky made the first move but she didn’t want to wait anymore. The events of war brewing on the horizon made her all the more anxious.

“Bucky-“

“Will you stay with me for a while?” He pleaded while pressing another kiss to her chest.

Now was not the time for confessions.

“Of course I will.” Her fingers card through his hair again, before hungrily pulling him to her lips again. Bucky groaned tasting her lips, a hint of sweet peach flavoring them. A sensual hunger enveloped Bucky, the need to taste more of her, intensifying. He lifted her up at her thighs then shifting to the small pile of pillows, blankets and stuffed animals, their siblings gathered up in the structure sitting in the trees. Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he laid her down, his lips following hers on the way down. Situating himself between her thighs he held himself over her.

She gasps feeling his hard bulge pressed against her pelvis. She stared at his striking features and was remind about how handsome Bucky was. His eyes were so warm and gentle despite there icy color. The elegant curve of his lips and their perfect color mesmerized her when he talked. There almost weren’t words to describe how much she loved his hair. She could spend all day just combing her fingers through his dark stands. He never had a bad hair day, there was never a piece out of place.

He nipped along her jaw and kissed down her neck. She shivered against him, her fingertips pressing into his bicep.

“Please tell me this is okay?” He whispered to her.

“God Bucky yes. Yes this is okay, more than okay.”

He smiled for a moment before pressing more kisses to her collar and continuing down her chest. Pulling down her thin straps on her shoulder make the fabric pull snug against her breasts. He gently sucked against the pillowy skin being careful not to leave marks.

Bucky’s touch ran up her knees then to her thighs, pushing up the skirt of her dress. The cool night air creeped along her skin, but his touch felt so warm against her.

His lips reaches her own, she arched to meet him eager to kiss him again.

Giving her a long deep kiss before he parts from her but keeping his eyes on her, he crawls down her body.

She watches him, now realizing that her dress was hiked up and her pale panties were showing.

However she found that she didn’t care, the sight of Bucky moving along her body was the only thing occupying her mind.

Bucky settled between her legs, hovering just above her clothed mound. He hooks his arms around her thighs and flashing a smirk up at y/n. In response her lips press together and a small hum sounds from her as her head dropped back onto the pillows.

He presses his lips against the inside of her thigh, her breathing hitches. Pressing his lips to her other thigh, she managed to breath normally by some miracle.

Then his tongue runs up her panties. She jumps, her hand fisting a blanket underneath her.

The fabric is so thin that it only takes a few licks before it is soaked and sticking to the her sweet lips. He kisses her tenderly before moving the pale fabric to the side.

She gasps as his cool breath fanned over her hot skin.

She could practically hear him smile at her reaction, cocky bastard.

Then his lips are on her, she fists the pillow tighter. He gently mouths her slit, letting her adjust to the new feeling.

“Bucky.” She whispers.

He lowly hums back at her, and she curses.

How can he be so calm and cool right now?

His tongue is dragged up her slit, brushing the pearl at the top, causing her to jolt.

While Bucky might have seemed cool, he in fact was melting on the inside.

He was experiencing you now in ways he had only dreamed of and he was loving it.

He licks at your clit making you jolt again and he cant help but moan hungrily against you.

Seeing how sensitive her bundle of nerves are, he focuses in on them. Lapping and sucking on them till she is withering and squirming underneath him.

“You taste so good, sweet heart.” He mumbled.

Her heart burst in her chest at his words and her stomach tightened coming upon the edge of her climax.

“Bucky, I-I,” she stutters.

“What, doll?” He whispers through little kitten licks.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum.”

She gasps as he gives her thicker licks.

“Good.” He praises, “I’ve wanted to see you cum since that little show you gave me.”

He went at her ferociously, sucking and licking her without mercy.

Her fingers tighten around fabric and her chest arch up as she climaxed. Unrestrained moans came from both her and Bucky as he devoured her wet release.

Dear god he had never tasted anything so sweet.

As her orgasm fizzled, her senses returned and she could feel Bucky pressing kisses along her thighs again.

She tried to think of something to say, thank you, how did you do that, I love you, but no words came.

“Let’s go out dancing doll. Let me take you on a proper date.” Bucky stated, peering up at her like she hung the moon.

“Now?” Her eyebrows raised.

“Why not?” He smiled, “we still got a few hours before places start closing.”

Y/n smiled, “Sure, but I need to change first.”

“You already look gorgeous to me doll but if you insist.” Crawling up her body Bucky kissed her again tenderly, before helping her down the tree house. He decided to change into white dress shirt and dark dress pants, excluding the tie. He waited outside leaning against his car. Thanks to the pay checks he earned over the summer and a little bit his parents put aside for him, he wasn’t driving his dads car anymore. His red Studebaker Commander ran like a dream and he was planned on having it for a long time.

He twirled the keys around his finger trying to release the nervous energy wading through him. He scolded himself. He just committed unholy acts with you in a tree house, why did dancing with you make his heart pound in his chest?

However when he saw y/n come out onto the porch, his heart all but stopped.

Her light blue button up blouse tucked into her floral skirt that stopped at her shins. Her hair pinned back.

“Ready?”

“Y-yes.” He stuttered before clear his throat to try and recover, “Let’s go have some fun, doll.”

He opened the door for y/n as she crossed the lawn over to him, then planted a kiss right on his cheek.

“Thank you, Bucky.” She spoke softly before slipping into the car.

Bucky smiled.

They danced the night away, laughing and dancing and kissing. Pushing away the glooming cloud of war, if only for a moment.

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All grown up

Falling in love with the boy next door: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Summary: Bucky’s midnight antics with the girl next door.

Warnings: (18+ please) spying, masterbation, smut

“I’m telling you Steve with the lettuce I got, an apartment is not gonna be a problem.”

Trudging beside Bucky, Steve smirks.

“Ya know moving into an apartment mean you won’t be able to see y/n everyday.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, tsking at his friend. Even though he never told Steve how he felt about y/n, Steve wasn’t blind. Hell even a blind person could see how in love his best friend was.

“Not that it’s any of your business but I’ve barely seen her this summer with how much work I’ve been doing.”

“Really? You must be dying then.” Steve retorted

Bucky gave him a quick shove, “Punk.”

Before Steve could remark, Bucky stopped in his tracks right in front of y/ns house.

Following his gaze, Steve spotted her on the cushioned bench that sat on the front porch and she was breathe taking.

Her hair done up into a classical pinup style, a slight blush on the apple of her cheeks and lips colored a pretty pink. Lined eyes focused down at a book, enjoying the cool summer evening.

“You know, you smile like an idiot when you look at her.”

Steve’s remark fell on deaf ears, Bucky was too enamored with you to hear him clearly but it was enough to snap him out of his daze.

“Let’s get home, jerk. You got an early shift tomorrow.”

Steve made himself at home in the Barnes spare bedroom as to not disturb Bucky in the morning. After hanging out for a while, the boys retreated to their respective bedrooms.

With Bucky changed into his usual nightwear which was just a pair of boxers then moving to turn off his lamp that stood by his windows. Before he could, a flicker of movement catches his eye from your room across the way.

She was still in the powdery pink dress that he saw her in earlier. He still couldn’t get over how gorgeous she looked in it. The waist of the dress molding perfectly to her own waist. The neckline stopping just at the top of her cleavage, seeming to frame her collarbones. Bucky had dreamed many times of kissing said collarbone.

He watched as she stood facing the vanity, that he knew was in the room. She rubs lotion into the delicate features of her face. The access is wiped between her hands before her fingertips move to the buttons running down the front of her dress.

At this point Bucky knew he was staring but he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

After just a few buttons the dress was loose enough to drop from her body, pooling onto the floor. Now, she was just left in your matching peach bra and panties.

She turns away, and Bucky got a full view of her back. His hand gripped at the curtains framing the window.

He told himself to look away now, he wasn’t a creep. However that was before she unclipped the front of her bra, letting the straps fall down her shoulders before they glide down her arms onto the floor. Stretching her arms up into her hair, then brushing her hair over the shoulder. The shallow dip in her back, made Bucky’s member twitch in his boxers.

Sure Bucky had thought about y/ns naked body once or twice before but never had he expected it to be so utterly perfect. And that was just from the back, he would probably kill over if he saw her front.

Next you moved to her stockings. The sheer thin fabric matching her skin tone. Perching a leg on the vanity stool.Her fingers slid in between the fabric and her skin, trailing the stockings downher leg. Bucky palmed himself through his underwear, trying to relieve his painfully hard erection. A small spot of wetness pooled at the tip.

“Shit.” He muttered.

She repeats the same actions on the other leg, stripping the fabric off her delicate skin.

Reaching over to the vanity again, and grabbing the moisturizer, rubbing her hand up and down her legs, somehow, seductively.

Bucky’s breathing shallows as you stretch her arms over her head again. The graceful swell of her breasts, riling him up even more.

He continues to watch through the window, his hand gripping and rubbing his cock through his pants.

Last to go is her panties. Her fingers hook around the waistband, before guiding the silk fabric down her smooth thighs before dropping them to the floor. Bucky’s arousal sky rocketed as he though about burying his face between those thighs. The kind of sounds she would make. How she would taste.

His eyes fluttered, threatening to close but he couldn’t risk you missing you turn away from her vanity.

“Fuck.” He grunts. His patch of wetness on his underwear spreading and saturating more of the fabric. His hand disappears into his boxers, gripping the base of his slickly covered member. His mind running wild with the images of him fucking her. Lord it was delicious.

She turns away from the vanity, her ass in full view through the window for a brief moment before disappearing into the room.

His pace quickens and after a few pumps he is coming in his pants. Huffing grunts and moans escape his chest as he rides his orgasm. His head falls back, trying to calm his breath.

As he opened his eyes y/n walked back into the window view, now dressed in a pale mint green night gown. The top cupping her breast perfectly, while the rest was a flowing skirt that reached down to her thighs. Her underwear, which was the same color as her night gown, hugged her hips so sweetly. Bucky felt a twitch in his pants as he watched her.

She kissed her finger tips the blew them towards Bucky.

He could swear that he felt his heart beat skip as the invisible kiss collided with his chest. He meant to raise his hand for a wave but he was so mesmerized by her he couldn’t. She smiled closing the curtains, leaving Bucky to crash back into his own room next door.

His cheeks began to flush with embarrassment but he couldn’t decide if it was from watching her undress or that she knew he was watching the whole time.

One thing that he did know was y/n y/l/n was the only woman he would ever look at that way for the rest of his days.

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[the-pit-of-fandoms]

Porch light dance

Falling in love with the boy next door: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Summary: Bucky turns a bad night into a better one with a night dance in the porch light

Warning: one sentence mentioning abuse if you squint, hella pining

Tonight had been an absolute disaster. You’re pearl necklace broke before you even left the house, your date spilled a cup of soda on your dress and he also turned out to be a dirty sleaze bag, when you caught him kissing the prom queen in the hallway.

Not wanting to cry over the gigantic jerk, you held back tears as you walked down the sidewalk with your heels in your hand. Luckily it had been a pleasant clear spring night so you didn’t mind the lengthy walk.

As you approached your street a pair of head lights lit up the asphalt in front of you. You turn around, curious if you could identify the vehicle that was going to pass. Surprisingly you did know the car. Your heart skipped a beat knowing it was Bucky driving his dads car.

The blue Hudson slowed to a stopped next her and the window rolled down revealing a spiffy Bucky in the drivers seat.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing walking by yourself this late?”

“ I-I um, w-well,”

You stuttered, desperately trying to hold back your tears and at the same time trying to play down the events of tonight, knowing Bucky would kill you poor excuse for a date.

“Hey come on hop in, I’ll drive you the rest of the way home.”

With your feet so sore a drive back to your house sounded heavenly. You slip into the car, placing your heels on the floor next to your feet. Bucky looked over at you sympathetically, watching you wipe away tears from your cheek.

His blood burned knowing your date had something to do with this, and he couldn’t help but think the worst. His knuckles turned white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“Did he put his hands on you?” Bucky questioned.

You look over at him not surprised that Bucky had figured it out, but at the drastic conclusion he leaped to in his head.

You look back down at your own hands that were playing with the skirt of your dress.

“No, it’s nothing like that.”

“Then what did he do that’s got you so upset doll?”

Your heart squeezed hearing that nickname.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s over and done with.”

Bucky sighed dropping the subject not wanting to press you any further.

Pulling into his drive, he put the car in park before cutting the engine.

You both say in silence for a moment before you turned you gaze to him and his following.

“Thank you Bucky.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You smiled half heartedly, opening the car door and stepping out onto the pavement, your feet still absent of shoes. Bucky following close behind her.

“Goodnight, Bucky.” She said giving him a melancholy smile.

“I don’t think so, doll. I can’t let you leave with out getting a genuine smile from you.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Y/n’s were held behind her back as she took a step towards the handsome boy. Tilting her head to expose the skin of her neck, devoid of her hair that was pulled back.

Bucky smiled at her blushing cheeks.

“I was thinking maybe a dance?” He said reaching out a hand.

Your hand slips easily into his as she was tugged to the grass lawn of their joined yards. The blades of grass feeling cold against the souls of your feet.

He stops you after a few steps, holding up a finger, asking you to say put.

He jogs over to his porch, shedding his suit jacket along the way. Throwing it over the bench before he moved over to the record player that sat on a small table. Dropping the needle onto the record, the tune of a slow song distrusting the silent night air.

You smile at the familiar song, dream a little dream of me by Doris Day.

Unbuttoning his cuffs he pushes up his sleeves exposing his bare forearms. He stepped down the porch running his hand through his hair smoothing some stray strands back into place.

The sight made your stomach flip, he really was a handsome man.

He approached you with a swagger that made your knees weak.

Stopping in front of you he held out his hand for you to take. You do just that. Bucky looked down at your hand, having a strong urge to place a kiss on your delicate knuckle. He resisted, instead placing your hand on his shoulder before taking the other into his own hand.

He pulled you to him just enough to let the edge of your skirt brush his thighs. With Bucky taking the lead, you both begin to sway.

“That date of yours must be quite the yuck to pass up a bird like you.”

You gasp dramatically, “Bucky Barnes, how dare you flirt with a young lady when you were with your prom date merely an hour ago.”

He laughed at your theatrics, “Who knew your neighbor was such a scoundrel?” He rebutted.

You laugh at him, “I never saw it coming.” You say throwing your wrist across your forehead, like you were about to faint.

Your hand found it’s place on Bucky’s chest, it was then that you notice how close your body’s had become. Bodies pressed to each other, Bucky’s hand moved to your lower back and the distance between your lips closing ever so slightly.

He chuckles, amused before you return to the tranquil music conducting your dance.

You rest your head against his shoulder and Bucky doesn’t hesitate to rest his chin on the crown of your head. You smell his cologne on his suit shirt, sandalwood and autumn breeze. You knew it was his fathers, but somehow he had smelled 100 times better than his dad ever had.

The night passes between the both of them as they rock back and forth to the music.

“I wasn’t kidding. You really are the whole package, doll. Any guy would be lucky to be your man.”

You pull back, your eyes meeting the ocean blue eyes you could get lost in for hours.

“And any girl would be lucky to be on your arm Bucky Barnes.”

You expect a sarcastic remark or a sly pick up line instead she was meet with gleaming blue eyes staring down at your rosy pink lips.

Your breathing shook at the mere thought of his lips being on yours.

Bucky slowly inched closer to your lips. Excitement pulsed through you, your eyes fluttering closed. You never needed a kiss as bad as right now.

His lips brush yours ever so gently and you were sure you were seeing a glimpse of heaven behind your eyelids.

‘Lord this man will kill me for sure.’

THUD!

Both of your eyes snap up to Bucky’s house where the noise came from. You manage to catch a glimpse of startled Becca and Mary Ann before they duck down and out of sight. Small giggles follow closely behind.

You both giggle before turning your attentions back to Bucky.

“You two better get to bed before I get upstairs!” Bucky shouts firmly up to them, while you cover a giggle with your hand.

Bucky shakes his head looking back down to you.

“Sorry bout them.”

“It’s alright.” You bite your lips, not daring to retreat from his hold. “Thank you for the dance.”

Mustering up all your courage, you lift to yourself to the ball of your feet, cupping his face, and planting you lips on his cheek.

“Good night Bucky.” You whisper.

Letting you touch linger for a moment before sauntering over to your porch leaving a frazzled Bucky on the lawn.

You look over your shoulder giving Bucky another glance.

“G-good night, Y/n.”

You give him a coy smile before slipping in the door, missing a smitten Bucky fall back onto the lawn wear a smile bright enough for the stars to see.

Tag list:

@rebloggingmyrecs

@mybuck

@baby-banana

@buckybarnesdreamgirl

@enchantedbarnes

Authors note: this is my favorite part of the series and was the piece that started it too so I hope you all like it. Thank you so much to anyone who has like, followed, reblogged, commented or read any of my posts! It brightens my day knowing that people like the stuff I put work into! I hope you have a lovely day! ❤️

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Black eyes and bloody noses

Warning: mentions of blood, fighting

Falling in love with the boy next door: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Summary: Bucky shows up on y/n doorstep asking her to help him clean up. Is their friendship turning into something more?

Fall had always been y/n’s favorite time of the year. The perfect weather for sweaters, the color change of the leaves. In true teenage fashion, she loved the high school football season. I mean come on who doesn’t like to see a hunky beau in football uniform.

Despite the many various fall activities, today was a quiet day for y/n. Her mom had taken her twin siblings, Ruby and Henry out for groceries, leaving y/n at home in a quiet house to herself for a few hours.

Y/n made herself cozy on the couch with a book. Bucky had been bugging her for months to read ‘the hobbit’ and she finally decided to pick it up and so far she was inthralled. In fact she was so deep in the book she almost didn’t hear the knock at the door.

Setting the book down on the hardwood side table, she approached the door cautiously. Looking through the peep hole, she spots Bucky standing on her porch. Even when he was facing away she knew it was him. Y/n could spot James Barnes in a crowded room. The door clicked as she unlocked it, and it gave a creek as it was pulled open.

Bucky turned around, and it was then that y/n saw the nasty split lip, bruised eye and bloody nose. She gasped as his appearance.

“Bucky! What happened?” Y/n took Bucky’s face in her hands, moving it side to side.

“Long story. Can you, uh, patch me up? My ma’s out.”

He requested.

“Yeah, of course. Come in.”

She moved aside letting him through before ushering him upstairs to the bathroom, where the first aid kit was.

Y/n knew a first aid from her mom, her grandmother was a nurse in world war 1 and taught her kids everything that she learned and so on. Although y/n couldn’t stitch a wound closed she could patch up a split lip and a bloody nose.

She ran a rag under some cold water, soaking it and ringing it out. She situated herself between his parted legs.

“What the hell happened?” Y/n said tilting Bucky’s head back by his chin.

“Just some assholes messing with Stevie.”

He barely flinched as she pats at his bleeding lip.

“Still?” She expresses annoyed.

“Yeah. Apparently beating up a guy who is smaller than you is the only thing to do in Brooklyn.”

Y/n chuckled only a little, not wanting to make light of the situation given the circumstances.

After his lip was clean, she moved up to his nose, which was significantly worse.

“Shit Buck, how big was this guy?” She says not hiding the grimace on her face. He was usually so much better at dodging hits.

“Don’t tell me I look that bad. You know my looks are all I got.”

She shoots Bucky an ‘are you kidding me’ type look.

“ This isn’t the time to joke around. Some asshole might have just broke your nose.”

She fiddles with his nose very gently and he only winces when she puts moderate pressure on it.

“Well your lucky. It doesn’t look broken to me.”

She states plainly, making Bucky’s eyes fall with guilt.

“Thank you y/n.” Bucky mumbles as y/n dabbed at the last of the blood that was starting to dry under his nose. Y/n’s gaze turns back to soft again.

“Don’t mention it Bucky.” Her fingertips brushing the hair out of his face as she moves to his eye.

He blinked rapidly trying to keep his eyes from rolling back. Lately the y/ns touch has become...intense. Just the smallest brush of her skin felt like a soothing fire trailing behind it. There were multiple times that Bucky caught himself wishing that y/n would massage his hair, or hold his hand, or kiss his skin (anywhere would do just fine).

And her standing over him nursing his wounds was no different. The brushes of her fingers along his skin made him want to melt into her, but he managed to keep his composure.

He didn’t know when this phenomenon developed, maybe he always felt something for y/n. I mean she didn’t make it hard to fall for her. She was kind, smart, funny and beautiful, just to name a few. To Bucky there was so much more, so many more specific things, like the way her nose crinkled when she laughed. Or how she curled up on the couch when she was reading. The way she waved goodnight every night.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Barnes?”

“Thinkin about how much this hurts.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Fine, don’t tell me.”

“Nothing you need to worry about doll.”

Y/n froze at the newly used nickname. Sure, he had used it on some of the girls at school every once and a while but he never used pretty pet names with her. Under all the shock, she was pretty sure she liked it.

“A-alright.” She stuttered then went back to focusing on his black eye that was already turning a nasty shade of yellow-green on the edges.

She cringed as she pressed around the outer ring of it. Bucky’s jaw clenched trying not to show his pain.

“How’s your vision?”

“Fine.”

Y/n touch slips down to him shoulders, where it stays. Bucky’s finger tips barely brush against the sensitive skin on the back of her knee as he leans his forearms against his thighs.

She resists the shiver that tickles the base of her spine, “Good.”

Her hands wonders up to cradle his jaw, her thumb gently running along his swollen lip.

The small touch gave Bucky the confidence to caress her legs. His palm and fingers traveling up and down her thighs. Shortly at first but seeing as y/n didn’t protest, his touch started to travel further.

As Bucky sat in the bathroom of the the girl he was in love with, he thought about asking her on a date.

He wasn’t quite sure what was to be considered a date for a high schooler but he wanted to do it. Maybe his mom would give him some money for dinner and a movie. Nothing fancy of course, just maybe that diner down the street.

Just as their lips brushed y/n jumped pulling away, pushing her hair behind her ears.

“Well y-you look a little better now but it doesn’t look great. You think your ego would be able to handle that.”

“I think I can manage.”

She takes some steps back managing to bump into the wall making herself jump again.

“I-I just get you an ice pack f-for your eye.”

She finishes disappearing into the hall.

Bucky chuckled as he listens her frantic footsteps go down the stairs.

As Bucky sat in the coral pink bathroom, he stared down at his split knuckles. Bucky never looked at his injuries as a trophy or prize but today, he couldn’t help but feel proud. Taron Zolofzski, the quarterback of their high school football team, deserved every punch that Bucky gave him.

Despite what he had told y/n, Taron wasn’t picking on Steve. In fact, Taron didn’t think Steve was worth the trouble. After spouting some lewd words about y/n, Bucky boiled over, tackling him to the ground before promptly kicking Tarons ass.

Bucky spared you the real reason he showed up on her door step because he knew as soon as she knew, she’d hunt down Taron to give him what for. However that wasn’t necessary, Taron had learned his lesson. No one messes with Bucky Barnes girl.

Tag list:

@rebloggingmyrecs

@mybuck

@baby-banana

@ghostymouse

@buckybarnesdreamgirl

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No one’s saying this so I guess I’ve gotta: no more shirtless scenes for men if the actors gotta starve himself. Its just as bad as woman being forced to lose weight for a needless sex scene/photoshoot what have you. If it endangers the health of the individual it should not be encouraged.

[the-pit-of-fandoms]

Mr. Popular

Falling in love with the boy next door: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, part 8

Summary: what can I say, some girls are persistant.

Warning: Bullying

Y/n didn’t really like to make friends. Sure Loretta, Bucky and Steve were her friends. They were the only friends that Y/n actually enjoyed to hang out with. The rest of her so called ‘friends’ only seemed to want to come to HER house and y/n knew why.

And the reason was about 50 feet away.

Heartthrob and heartbreaker James Buchanan Barnes.

Ever since they started school, girls had chased after Barnes like he was an ice cream truck.

Y/n could understand but she didn’t see why she needed to be dragged into it. At first y/n rejected the girls that tried to use her but they were persistent. After a quick temper tantrum and a quick phone call to Mrs. Y/L/N, she was stuck sitting on the porch, while some girl, who’s name she didn’t even know, annoyed Bucky relentlessly.

Over time y/n got good at excuses and had grandparents that were immortal with the number of their ‘funerals’ that she attended.

However, every once and a while she was forced to let someone invade her house. Eventually, Loretta showed pity on her and came over when a girl forced her presence onto Y/n.

Today was one of those unfortunate days for the four friends on cherry street. The most persistent girl of all, Marigold Bailey, had screamed at her mother to force Y/n to invite her to play.

Despite, Mrs. Y/L/N happily agreeing on the phone, the choice words that followed after gave Y/n the impression that she, in fact, wasn’t excited about Marigold coming over.

“Y/n darling.” Her mother called from the kitchen.

With a defeated sigh she walked up to her mom, who currently had her hands fisted on her hips.

“Yes mama?”

“Im sorry baby, but Marigold Bailey is coming over.”

“You know they don’t come over to play with me. They only come over to bother Bucky.”

“I know honey. This is the last time, okay? I was trying to be nice and civil but I’ve had enough. You just tell me when you want a friend over. I’m not being polite to those fat-head house wife’s anymore.”

Y/n wanted to ask what her mom meant by ‘fat-head house wife’s’ but she decided against it when she heard commotion outside. Moving to the front door, she looked through the screen, spotting Bucky and Steve running around in the front yard.

Y/n thought it would only fair to give Bucky a heads up.

Stepping out onto the front porch, she gathered the boys attention.

“I thought I should let’s you boys know to make yourselves scarce. Marigold Bailey is coming over.”

Both Steve and Bucky groan.

“Why’d you have to go inviting her?” Steve whined.

“Why would I invite her over? She hates me. She invited herself over to see Bucky.”

Steve looked over to Bucky annoyed.

“Hey I didn’t choose to live next door to you.” Bucky defended. “I don’t want her to come over anymore than you do.”

“Maybe stop being such a dreamboat and girls will leave you alone.”

She spun around to head back inside, dreading the moment Marigold would pull up to her house. A blushing Bucky and Steve also retreated into the safe confines of the house.

Not to long after, Marigold Bailey pulled up to the house with her mother.

She hopped out of the car, smoothing down her frilly yellow dress. Her dark wavy hair pulled back out of her face and her grin made y/n want to gag.

She practically skipped over to Y/n, while her mother walked right past make her way up to the door before knocking.

“So, where’s Bucky?” She glowed looking around.

“He’s not home.”

Marigolds head snaps, meet Y/n with her angry gaze.

“Well, you should have told my mom!”

“You said you wanted to play with me. How was she supposed to know?”

Mari scoffed at Y/n.

“I don’t want to play with you. No one wants to play with you. If you didn’t live next to Bucky, no one would be your friend.”

Y/n’s eyes watered at her statement but she swallowed, trying to push down her urge to cry. She didn’t want to give Marigold the satisfaction of making her cry.

“Loretta would be my friend. She doesn’t think Bucky is cute.” Y/n said quietly.

“I would be her friend.” Both girls turn there attention to the house next door.

Bucky stood on his porch, anger flooding his face.

“Bucky!” Marigold squealed.

Unfortunately for her, Bucky didn’t reciprocate the same excitement for her.

“Marigold, if you aren’t here to play with y/n, then you should leave.”

“Don’t you want to play with me, Bucky.” She said flicking her hair over her shoulders.

“No. I don’t play with people who are mean to my friends.”

Marigold stomped her foot, “Well I might as well leave then.”

She stomped herself into the house. Y/n and Bucky stood side by side on the lawn frozen in fear at what could possibly happen next?

After a few agonizing minutes, Marigold came walking out of the house with her mom, still mad.

Mrs. Bailey avoided looking at y/n and Bucky, clearly annoyed with the antics of the children.

After putting Marigold in the back, the Bailey girls drive out of Cherry Lane, leaving y/n stunned on the front lawn.

They look at each other with widened eyes, before Y/ns mom stepped onto the porch.

“So much for a play date.” She says folding her arms across her chest with amusement.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Y/L/N. It was my fault n-“

She put up her hand asking for Bucky to stop.

“ Thank you, Bucky. It was very nice of you to stand up for y/n.”

Bucky cheeks blushed with a tint of pink, as he looked down to his feet.

“Now who would like a popsicle?”

“Me.” Both y/n and Bucky shouted in unison.

“Oh, can Steve have one, Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Of course, honey. Y/n, Loretta’s on her way over.” She winks at her young daughter.

Bucky raced off, to get his friend for their sweet afternoon treat, while Y/n races into the house.

On a warm summer day in June, four kids sat in the porch of the house 27550 Cherry Lane, happy to be friends with one another.

Tag list:

@rebloggingmyrecs

#bucky barns x reader #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #marvel bucky barnes #bucky barnes fandom #bucky barnes ff

[the-pit-of-fandoms]

First kiss

Falling in love with the boy next door:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Summary: The start of y/n and Bucky’s love story.

Down on Cherry lane, at address 27549, lived the Barnes family. A lovely married couple Winifred and George, along with at the moment Bucky barnes and another little miracle they had yet to meet.

Next to them, at 27550 Cherry Lane, lived the Y/L/N. Like the Barnes, a loving married couple Margret and Leo shared their home with their young child and more on the way. A little girl that was named Y/n was the princess that ruled for the time being, until a month or two when a new prince or princess would cause disarray in the princesses royal castle.

Beautiful summer evenings often brought the two neighbors together for a nice BBQ picnic. Even with Margret ready to pop and Winni half way through her second trimester the two families still set the outside table for a nice meal. While the Barnes handled dessert, and sides. While the Y/L/Ns handled the hamburger, hotdogs and grilled corn, baked potatoes.

Meanwhile Y/n, Bucky and Steve played in the yard.

Currently Bucky and Steve were playing cops and robbers, Bucky being the cop and Steve being the robber. At the same time, y/n was playing with her dolls.

Although Bucky was perfectly happy playing with Steve, as soon as he saw Y/n playing nicely with her toys he just couldn’t help himself. While chasing Steve, he made a point to run passed y/n and yank one of her Barbie out of her hand.

“JAMES!!” Y/n screamed, getting to her feet to chase after him, “GIVE HER BACK!!”

“Gotta catch me first!” Bucky hollers back.

“James Buchanan Barnes, give that Barbie back to Y/n this instant.” Winnie shouted after her mischievous son.

Mr. Barnes and Mr. Y/L/N let’s out a belly laugh, watching as the children ran after each other.

Bucky turned around before he could stop running, sending him tumbling into the tall peach double hollyhock flowers. Y/n wasn’t far behind him, carefully stepping through the delicate foliage.

Bucky laid giggling in the dirt, Y/n’s Barbie clutched to his chest protected from the sowed garden bed.

Y/n reached down to grab her doll in a huff but Bucky pulled it just out of reach.

“Give it back James.”

Getting to his feet, he brings the Barbie behind him while his other hand held onto his wrist,keeping his arms behind his back.

“Bucky I’m serious give it back.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll give her back.” Bucky teased sticking out his cheek.

Y/n dropped her jaw, stunned by the audacity of his request, but she really wanted her doll back.

“I’m gonna tell your mom.”

Bucky’s face fell along with his arms, the Barbie dangling from his hands.

“Here.” He held it out to her disappointed.

She took it from his hand pulling it into her chest, before inspecting it. With not a speck of dirt on her. Looking back at Bucky, she blushed as she figured since he handled her Barbie with such care, a kiss on the cheek might not be too bad.

Leaning over she pressed a soft quick peck to the apple of Bucky’s cheek. Bucky’s complexion immediately brightening, Y/n grinned at his growing smile.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you Barnes.” Y/n repeating a phrase her mother spoke several times to her father.

She move through the flowers with the same care she had done before, before trotting back to the rest of her toys in the grass.

A blushing Bucky emerges from the flowers, sporting a toothy smile.

Standing over by the hollyhock bush, Bucky’s mind was racing, his eyes moved to wonder to y/n and he only watched her for a brief moment before a rubber ball came to collide with his shoulder.

“You’ll never catch me copper!” Steve hollered triumphantly.

“Not on my watch!” Bucky sounded taking off towards Steve again. The adults chuckle together at the picnic table watch the children interact with each other.

There are many more beautiful summer days that the two families enjoyed each other’s company. Bucky and y/n were unaware but there love story was still to come, their little kiss in the garden was just the beginning.

#bucky barnes #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns fanfiction #marvel #marvel bucky barnes

[the-pit-of-fandoms]

Listen, if no one is gonna give this gorgeous man some kids, I’m just gonna have to do it myself.

#chris evans #captain america #gotta do what you gotta do #hot damn #put a baby in me

[the-pit-of-fandoms]

Does anyone else want to be absolutely owned by Rihanna or is it just me?

#rihanna #my poor gay heart

[the-pit-of-fandoms]

Dominic Sherwood currently has my whole heart

#dominic sherwood #jace herondale #shadow hunters #tell me how I can marry this man

[the-pit-of-fandoms]

I’m sick of falling for guys with dark hair and light eyes.

#harry styles #sebastian stan

[the-pit-of-fandoms]

Say what you want about Jin but you can’t tell me that he doesn’t have a bedazzled leash and collar that says ‘kitten’

#jin #kim soekjin #bts #bts scenarios #bts kink #give me a shovel to dig me out of this hole #bts smut #im fine i promise #kpop #jin smut #jin scenarios #kim seokjin smut #kim seokjin scenarios #kim seokjin imagine #jin imagine