#Cole Turner x y/n

[holylulusworld]

Puppy gets it all

Summary: Cole is sweet but clingy.

Pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of/implied smut, fluff, blooming relationship, cocky/self-confident reader, Cole’s family being annoying as fuck, sex in a barn, smut, unprotected sex, almost getting caught

Catch up here: Her puppy

“You know, the power you felt was the power of a grown farmer making love to you,” Cole smirks at you. He lies on his side, tickling your arm with his fingertips. “Your legs are still shaking, huh?”

“Boy, I’m thirsty,” you pat his chest. “Not only for water, puppy. How about we go for round two in the showers?”

“I’d love that,” Coles moves closer again to move his hand under the blanket and cup your mound. “I knew you’d be addicted to me in no time.”

“So, what are your plans for the weekend?” You grab his hand to guide his movement. “Do you want to spend the weekend at my place? I got the next week off. A lot of time for a grown farmer to make love to me on every surface at my place.”  

“The weekend,” he licks his lips. Cole would love nothing more than to spend every minute with you. “It’s my dad’s birthday on Saturday and I need to get a gift and all…” He sighs deeply. “I could come around on Sunday, though.”

“Hmmm…” you nod thoughtfully. “How about you take me with you, we attend your dad’s birthday party and sneak out to fuck in the barn. I still have a week to get a nice little outfit that makes you go crazy and a gift for your dad. What does he like?”

His eyes widen, not only at the naughty idea of having sex in the barn. “You want to come with me? Really? I mean. Isn’t it too soon? I didn’t pressure you, right?”

“Baby, I want to get to know your family because I like their son very much,” you smirk and move your free hand to his growing erection. “Or do you want me to be your dirty little secret?”

“What? No…” Cole panics. “You…I love you and I want you to get to know my family, but they are a handful.”

“It’s settled then. I will come with you, and you can stay at my place next week. So,” you move closer to brush your lips over Cole’s. “What does your daddy like, huh? Is he a dirty boy like you wanting to pound pussy all the time or…”

“Books…and plants and…” Cole whines as you start stroking his cock. “We can decide on a gift later…much later…”

“Relax, baby,” you tut as Cole tugs at the tie you chose for him. “You look good, very good.” You kiss him softly to help him relax. “We will knock, have some cake, and do not forget the barn.”

“How could I?” He drops his eyes to your chest. “Damn, all the things this farmer boy could do to you right now.”

“Tell me, farmer boy,” you play along, and batt your eyelashes. “I’m a girl from town and don’t know how to handle a big guy like you.” You wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him greedily. “We can still run into the barn and do it like rabbits.”

“We will,” he murmurs against your lips. “Please don’t make me hard in front of my family. They won’t stop teasing me if you do.”

“I guess it’s too late for that,” you let go of Cole to pat his crotch. “Let’s sit in the car for a moment. It’s still early and I’m a little hungry for something else than birthday cake…”

“Holy fuck,” Cole curses loudly. You made quick work and eagerly unzipped his pants to suck him off. Now you wipe your mouth and fix your makeup while he tries to come down. “Shit, baby…I…wow!”

“I hope you know that was only foreplay,” you wink at him. “I want this grand-prime dick to pound me into the next week at the barn.”

“Promised—” he loosens the tie again and breathes hard, but at least the problem in his pants was solved. “I love how you make me feel.”

“I love how you make me feel too,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear. “And I don’t mean how you fuck me, Cole.” You squeeze his thigh and smirk. “Let’s go or they will find your fingers inside my cunt if you keep on looking at me like that…”

“The girlfriend? He brought her with him?” You’d like to roll your eyes at his aunt’s outburst. She acts as if Cole is some freak hiding you in his basement. “I thought they broke up after a week!”

“No. I told you they are taking things slow,” Cole’s father tuts. He tries to stop his family from asking too many questions. “Now shush. He brought her here. This means something.”

“We can still run,” Cole whispers in your ear. He holds your hand in a tight grip and forces a smile on his face as everyone seems to look your way. 

“Nah, I’m having a blast,” you let go of his hand to wrap your arm around his waistline. “Relax. If not, I know how to make you loosen up.” Your hand slips toward his ass, grabbing a handful of one cheek. “I’m here with you, baby. Just don’t leave me side.”

“Okay,” he whispers and pecks your temple. “Thank you for coming with me. I wouldn’t have survived another family party without you.”

“That’s what a girlfriend is good for,” you grope him again. “And for sucking your dick when you are hard.”

He sucks in a breath watching his mother, sister, aunt, and father hurriedly make their way toward you and your boyfriend. Cole makes an odd noise as you grope him again.

“Relax, big boy,” you purr. “If you are good and let me handle this, I’ll ride you so hard you’ll pass out on me…”

“Oh my, if only we knew you’d bring your lovely girlfriend,” Cole’s mother coos. She holds out her hand and tells you her name.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Turner. I didn’t know if I’d have the time,” you lie without missing a beat. “I made sure to clear my schedule for today to come here with Cole.”

“That’s too kind of you,” his mom coos, but she eyes you up and down. “Right, darling.”

“Hi,” Mr. Turner gives you an apologetic look. He holds out his hand and leans closer. “Please excuse my wife and her sister. They won’t stop until they know your blood type.”

“O-negative,” you grin at Mr. Turner, making him chuckle. “I have nothing to hide.”

“Son, I like her already,” Cole’s father smirks at his son. “She’s a keeper.” And, you know, it was a low blow. “Make her happy.”

"Oh, don’t you worry about a thing,” your features darken, and you straighten your back. Ready to attack anyone making your boyfriend feel uncomfortable. “Cole knows exactly what to do to make me happy, Mr. Turner. I’m his girlfriend for a reason.”

After assuring his mother, sister, aunt, and anyone related to your boyfriend, that you are indeed here to stay, you are a little tired. Only the thought of getting naughty in the barn with Cole keeps you going. 

“Sweetness,” one of Cole’s cousins slurs. He had one too many beers and now, he tries to hit on you or embarrass himself. “How did Cole get so lucky to find a girl like you?”

“Woman,” you correct and sidestep him to grab a snack for Cole and you. “And you shouldn’t you ask me how I got so lucky to find a man like Cole?”

“Lady, it was meant as a compliment. You’re a ten, and Cole is a…you know,” he gives you a toothy grin. 

 “Cole is smart, sweet, caring, incredibly handsome, and,” you lean closer to whisper the last part, “I don’t want to be indiscreet, but you opened that door already. He has a dick out of this world.”

He chokes on his beer and spills it all over his shirt. “What?” He coughs.

“Really. They should mold it and sell dildos,” you grin and pull away. “Every woman should be as happy and satisfied as I am. I bet yours could use a good dildo too.”

You turn on your heels, a devilish smirk on your lips as you walk toward your boyfriend. You grab his tie and drag him with you. “I’m hungry and, only you can still this hunger.”

Luckily the barn is a little farther from the main house.; because the noises you and Cole make are not for the faint of heart.

You ended up in his arms and pressed up against the wall of the barn.

He’s like a man possessed, and you are the needy bitch in heat taking every deep thrust.

“Fuck, baby…I,” Cole groans. He buries his face in your neck to muffle the noises falling from his lips. “You look so fucking good like this.”

“Yeah?” You grab his shoulders as he starts to move you up and down his cock. “I think you look good while fucking me too.”

“Shit, the way you handled my family and neighbors made me rock-hard,” he pants heavily, hips never stop moving while you claw at his body. “Fuck, fuck. I’m going to cream this pussy and make it mine forever.”

“Fuck,” you gush all over his cock. “I thought we were going steady, Mr. Turner.” You kiss him greedily the moment Cole cums inside of you.

Outside of the barn Cole’s cousin and his wife stare at each other. They followed you and your boyfriend to spy on you.

His cousin didn’t get over what you said to him, and he tried to prove that Cole paid you for your company.

“They…they did it in the barn! Someone could’ve seen,” Cole’s cousin complains. His wife nods, but she presses her legs together, wishing it was her getting railed inside the barn, not you…

“Home sweet home,” you giggle as you drop your bags on the ground. “Your family was…interesting.”

“I hope they didn’t bug you too much,” Cole decided to drive you home after the weekend. He sighs and stretches his sore body. “I should head back. We see us tomorrow.”

He yelps when you grab him by his arms. “You didn’t think I’d let you go, right?” You smirk as he looks like a lost puppy again. Cole scrunches his face in confusion. “Baby, we have been a pair for almost a year. Why don’t you move in with me?”

“What? I-“ He beams at you. “You want me to move in with you?”

“Why not?” You run your hands up and down his arms. “I love you,” you peck his lips. “You love me. We click and the sex is phenomenal.”

“I knew the power of the land would ruin you, Y/N…”

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[georgiapeach30513]

No More Last Chances

Summary:  When you can’t handle Cole’s smothering, he makes sure you can take a little more.

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, sex pollen/dub con, kidnapping, unprotected sex, PIV sex, degradation, multiple orgasms, creampie, multiple men, DP, mentions of DVP, blowjob, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5K

Cole Turner Masterlist

You tremble as your eyes try to peer through the bag that’s over your head.  Wiggling your hands and legs only to discover that they were bound.  Tied up and face covered.  Nothing to do, and nowhere to hide.  Twisting your head you look around your space, and it looks like an almost empty room, minus a bed.

It is cold.  The type of cold that makes your barely dressed body pop up with goosebumps, and your nipples push against your clothing.  What were you wearing?  So much of your skin is exposed.  Silk.  Tight.  Covering only enough to make you not naked.  

“Hello?” Your voice echoes out in the room.  “Hello?” You croak again, losing all hope.  What did he, she, or they want?  Judging by your lack of panties, you could only guess.  

“Hello?” Your voice cracks as tears start to roll down your face.  The tears weren’t helping anything.  And it pissed you off.  Your fear is turning to anger.  “Let me the fuck out of here.  Hello!”

“Hey, HoneyBee,” the bag over your head slowly lifts off you, and you don’t have to let your eyes adjust to know who had you bound up in this stupid mother fucking chair.

“Cole!” Seething through your teeth, as your brows furrow and you glare at him.  “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?  Unite me this instant.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Cole!?” Unaware if this was a question or just a demand, your face starts to soften.  “Cole?  Please.”

“There’s your manners.  You know, I love you.”

“Loved,” you interrupt, and he cracks his neck, hissing through his teeth.

“Love.  I still do, HoneyBee.  And you ran.”

“You were smothering me!  You text twenty-seven times in a row, and I didn’t even have a chance to respond.”

“When I text, you should acknowledge that you’re thinking of me, just as much as I’m thinking of you,” you roll your eyes, and tilt your head back, looking up at the ceiling.  He was going to start monologuing again.  “I took time out of my day to tell you how beautiful you are.  How much I love you, and that you’re amazing and wonderful, and that I missed you.  And you couldn’t take five seconds out of your day just to say you love me.”

“I am working.  I don’t have the time to do that when I am having to watch and teach twenty-five eight year olds.  I have…”

“Shh.  I speak, you listen.  And then it occurred to me, you lack boundaries.  You need them set up, so you know how our relationship is going to work.”

“We’re not together.”

“I said to be quiet!” He was worse than your students.  Throwing a tantrum because he needed to be heard.  “You need boundaries.  And I need you.  I need you to understand, and…why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why did you bring me here?  You kidnapped me,” he shakes his head no, trying to think of an excuse to call this anything but kidnapping, “You did.  I am tied up and wearing a silk slip, and nothing else.”

“I have my reasons.”

“Why?” You ask, and Cole lifts up his hand.  His fingers peel back one at a time before you’re left to stare at his palm covered in a powder.  “Cole, what is…” he blows over his hand, and dust flies into your face.  Coughing and sputtering, you watch as he innocently drags a chair to sit in front of you.

“Cole?”

“I’m just waiting.  I was told it wouldn’t take long,” crossing his legs, his eyes drift down your body.  Watching as beads of sweat prickle your skin.  What was happening?  You have to look away from Cole because the most lewd and disgusting thoughts were plaguing your brain.

Taking a deep breath, you roll your eyes closed, but visions of his body hovering over you as his hips drive him deeper into your warmth have you jolting them back open.  It isn’t any better.  They were undressing him when they opened as well.  Playing tricks on you, and making you view him completely naked with his cock hard and calling your name.

“Cole,” you whimper.  This wasn’t right.  And you couldn’t think of anything but him.  “Cole,” a deep need that is seeking pain courses through your veins, clouding your judgment because all you want is relief.  It’s what you desire more than the air you breathe.  

“Cole,” whining as your hips start grinding on the chair.  “Cole.  Cole!” It helped a little.  The fabric runs over your drenched cunt, offering a little relief from the pain.  And that asshole sits in front of you grinning from ear to ear.  Of course he would enjoy your discomfort.

He is no doubt enjoying the show you are putting on, but you couldn’t help it.  You move over the chair so much that the silk slip starts to ride up.  Exposing your dripping core to Cole, and you didn’t care.  You weren’t going to stop.  If riding a chair was going to offer relief, it’s what you would do.

“Sweet lord,” Cole growls as his eyes stare at your visible pussy.  Watching as your slick spreads over the chair hungrily.  Trying to moan out anything but his name, but there was no use.  He was right there.  His pants are tight and bulging.  He was hard from your little desperate show.  

“My goodness,” he moans again, standing up to walk beside you, and moves your top down, pulling out your tits, and rolling your nipples between his fingers.  “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” you plead.  His hands were offering even more relief.  “Cole, I need it.”

“I can tell.  You’re creating a trail like a little snail.  Desperate and fucking a chair.  It didn’t take long,” you want to cry when he takes one hand off your chest, and lifts your chin up to look at you.  “What color are your eyes?” Who the fuck cared.  You want his fingers in some hole in your body.  Let you suck on them, or let your pussy suck them into the depths of her warmth.

“They look black right now.  Are you so needy that you’ve become a junkie for my cock?”

“Cole!” Ouch.  That hurts not only your cunt, but your ego.  “Cole!” Did he want you to beg for him?  How much lower could you sink than grinding on a chair?  “Cole, untie me!”

“Why, HoneyBee?  What could I possibly gain by untying you?”

“Please.  My god, please!” He is cruel.  You have already embarrassed yourself enough.  You couldn’t say what you really wanted him to do.  No.  He could tell.  Your body was telling on you.  It was visible.  And you couldn’t even close your legs.  Couldn’t even touch yourself.  Something needs to be inside you.  You need friction inside your pussy.

“Oh, come on.  I know that you’ve got to be burning to be stretched.  Your sweet little cunt needs someone to fuck her, but I’m enjoying this show.  If you want it, ask nicely.”

“Fuck me!”

“Ask nicely,” his mouth turns sideways and into a devilish smirk, but you didn’t want to ask nicely.  You could hardly breathe.  Sweat slides down your body almost as much as your core was dripping down the chair.  It hurt.  It burned.  And you needed relief.

“Eh eh!” He tsks when you start to shout at him.  He knew you enough that you didn’t break easily.  “Ask nicely, or I leave for a while.  You won’t even get to stare at this,” unzipping his pants, he pulls out his beautiful, succulent and achingly hard cock.

Running his thumb on the tip, and you see strings of precum stretch off him upon removal.  He was a tease.  Slowly stroking his cock.  Able to touch himself, while you’re quaking inside.  No amount of grinding was offering any relief.  It was like being edged for eternity.  Never given the moment to actually orgasm.  Getting close enough, so close, but nothing.  It was a cruel build up, and then it was gone.  

“Fuck you,” you spit at him, but he chuckles.  

“Oh, I can fuck myself.  You on the other hand will be left on that fucking chair, hunching until you go mad.  Starving, but only worried about getting that cunt stretched and pumped full of my cum.  Is it so hard to ask nicely?”

Why did his cock look so pretty being stroked with his hand?  Why couldn’t you look at anything other than his cock?  What did he blow at you?  Blow?  Would a blow job help?  Job?  You could give him a pussy job.  Pussy?  Your pussy needs to be filled.  Filled?  Just like a cream filled donut.

“Cole,” you whimper out his name.  “Cole, please.  Please can you just fuck me?”

“Fill that tight little hole with cum?” Cole’s eyebrow arches up, and you nod your head.

“Yes.  Cole, please.  Please just fuck me.  Please, it hurts.  Please?  Pretty please fuck me like a bitch in heat.  Please, I need you and your cum, and that thick giant cock.”

Cole’s movements become rigid as he stands.  Fingers shaking so hard it was a struggle to undo the bindings on your arms and legs.  You can’t even stand.  Couldn’t do anything but grind hard on that chair.  Moving so rapidly over it that Cole has to pick you up.  Place you on your back, and your legs spread wide.  Ready to take him and that thick veiny cock.  

“Cole,” you beg again, trying not to touch yourself as he stalks over to you.  “Cole,” your hands start to dip between your legs, but he chastises you.  “Cole, I need to be fucked.  God, I need to be fucked so hard, and good, and deep.  Ahh,” the bit of relief you feel as Cole pushes through your weeping cunt.  

You sigh in relief as he completely bottoms out, leaving you panting and needing more than just to cockwarm him.  “Cole!”

“Hold on.  I’m enjoying this.  You were always so much prettier like this.  Filled and stretched with my cock, and oh so satisfied.  What is this?” He asks, acting all surprised.  “Are you already fluttering around me?  I enter into you and you’re coming like a desperate little whore?”

He was cruel.  You feel like you have been aching for hours.  Of course you were ready to come.  Your body has been needing this.  “Cole, fuck me so hard!” Pulling himself out of you, he quickly stabs back into your wet channel, and a louder sigh rings up at him.

It feels glorious.  A scratch that had finally been itched.  Feeling a rush of adrenaline in your body.  Euphoria.  Such a sweet delightful high.  Smiling as your body rocks with Cole’s motion.  This was better than being drunk.  Better than any massage you have ever had.  It was spectacular.  Something you couldn’t even put into words because it was that good.  

“How many fucking times are you going to come?”

“All of them,” you sigh as another burst of flames rips through your body.  This was the life.  Constant orgasms, and fucked too dumb to even know what was happening.

“I’m almost there.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Right there.”

“Please, don’t quit.”

“Right…fuuuckk!” Oh no!  Was this the end?  That was too quick.  There had to be more.  

Cole’s cream starts to leak out of your body, and the irritating unease starts to build back up.  This was going to be painful again.  No!  You couldn’t do it again.  Never again.  You needed to be fucked always.

——

“When do you think you can get here?” Cole asks, staring at you gripping tight to his ankles as you bounce over him.  The perfect view of your cunt spread wide over him.  “What do you mean?  I’m exhausted.  I can’t sleep.”

“Cole.  I can’t stop,” you inform him.  Why would you want to stop?  It’s the best high in the world.

“I know she’s desperate.  I need more than you.”

“Oh fuck.  This is the best thing ever!” You triumphantly declare as another orgasm makes you smile.  You didn’t want to stop.  You couldn’t stop.  The pain was always there.  Always.

“I used all of the powder.  I don’t understand,” Cole smacks at your ass, hoping that would make you get off, but it doesn’t.

“Fuck my ass!”

“Do you hear her?  She was against anal.  So….you gave me all that sex pollen for what reason?”

“Cole!  Fuck my virgin hole!” Begging seemed to do the trick with him.  

“Just all of you come up here!  I can’t fuck anymore.”

“No!” You cry.  Cole had to fuck.  You need to be fucked.  Fucking was all that mattered.  Fucking was everything.

——

“She never sleeps,” Jax eyeballs you as Bucky fucks harder into your ass.  Steve lays there filling you up, petting over your pretty throat, and Dean just fucks your mouth harder.  “Why did you use all the sex pollen?”

Cole turns toward his friend, pursing his lips.  You would have never agreed to being airtight like this.  To have men ruin your body almost every hour of the day.  “Uhh…why did you give me all that sex pollen?” He turns back to watch you with your eyes gleaming at the man that was using your mouth.  You were in heaven.

“In case having sex with her didn’t help.  It could have given you time to make her see she belongs with you.  And then you go on and blow every bit of it in her face.  What is wrong with you?  I don’t know how long this is going to last.  She’s offering up her greedy little holes for whatever person wants to fill them.  You fucked up big time.”

“Jax,” you breathlessly call over to him.  Tears stream down your face, and you moan as another high courses through you.  “Jax, I need two cocks in my pussy.”

“Oh god,” Cole moans, as you sit up more.  The force of Bucky was making your body ripple with pleasure.  

“Or…oh fuck…suck my titties as everyone uses me!  Please!  Fuck fuck fuuuckk!!  Call some more friends.  Call them!”

“No!” Cole gives you a pout.  This isn’t how it was supposed to go.  You were supposed to want him.  Not every other man.  But my god did you not look beautiful being used.  “Dean fuck her mouth some more.  Jax, let's suck on her tits.”

“Fuck that shit.  I’m cramming my dick beside Stevie’s.  You and him can suck on tits.  Maybe she’ll be in control enough to give you a handjob.  But I am not missing this opportunity.”

“How long was this going to take?  How long would it last?  Were you forever to be doomed to being a used wet hole forever?  Or eventually could you sleep?  You weren’t sure.  What you did know was that you wanted to be used.  Needed to be used.  And the urge was still just as strong.  But maybe after each man had destroyed you, you could be at peace.  Or maybe, just maybe you needed to be fucked for the rest of your life.  Taking turns.  Or bringing in new men.  

You didn’t know.  Wouldn’t care.  You guess your holes were just open for business.  And that’s what you took comfort in.  Being used.  Every second.  Every minute.  Every hour.  Of every day.

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[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Not a Typical Wedding

What's this? A drabble? 🤯 And it's a real drabble this time... exactly 100 words!

I saw a post by @justagirlinafandomworld for the Flash Fiction Challenge 5 and since it was Christmas songs (and we all know I love those to an unhealthy level), I decided to give it a whirl.

The song I was assigned was 'O Holy Night' specifically the Mariah Carey version. I had one idea and then when I was in the shower, I got this idea and I loved it so much that I went with it. Took me about 20 minutes to get the perfect combination of 100 words but it's the first thing I've successfully written in ages.

This one is a short and sweet Cole Turner (Ghosted) drabble.

Title: Not a Typical Wedding

Pairing: Cole Turner x reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context.

O’Holy Night is not your typical wedding song.

But this isn’t a typical wedding.

There’s no white dress; it’s too muddy.

There’s no flowers; just a baby pine tree waiting to be planted.

Your groom is a small-town farmer.

His parents and sister are the only witnesses.

Vows are said.

Rings are exchanged.

A kiss seals the deal.

Then you and Cole plant the tree in the empty field, the start of a dream of running a Christmas tree farm.

It’s the end to your very own whirlwind holiday romance and the beginning of a lifetime making memories with Cole.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Fallin’ In Heart First - Cole Turner x Country Singer!Reader

A/N: This is pretty much inspire by HEART FIRST by Kelsea Ballerini so definitely check it out!

Summary: Months after their break up Cole is still moping over Sadie, that is until he hears a certain voice

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Fluff! Simp Behaviour!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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“I have just the thing you’re looking for,” Cole says with a small wink, pointing to the customer who was at the stall.

He reaches out to grab just a plain jar of honey before presenting it to the allergy-suffering customer. She raises a brow in confusion as she takes the jar from him “honey?”

“Yep have some every day, in your tea or on your breakfast, it’s made locally using local pollen so it allows your body to get used to the pollen before allergy season kicks in” Cole explains pushing his hands into his jeans pockets.

The customer studies the jar for a moment before shrugging her shoulders “Worth a shot” she admits before passing over some cash for it.

“Used it all my life and it’s saved me,” Cole says with a small wink.

The lady lets out a small snort of laughter as she shakes her head and puts the jar of honey in her bag “Well thank you” she chuckles before turning and walking off to another stall.

Cole watches as she goes, she was pretty cute, almost certainly his type but his heart just wasn’t in it. He watched as she paused at the nearby flower stall and began admiring the cactus. Something that instantly made Cole sigh deeply as he was reminded of her.

“Oh my god that’s like the millionth sigh this morning!” Mattie exclaims loudly, pulling Cole from his thoughts.

“No, it's not” Cole argues turning around to face his younger sister who was reclined back in her chair.

“Uh yeah it is, you do it whenever you look over at the plant stall” Mattie says pointing over to the stall in question.

“No, I don’t” Cole states with a small scoff shaking his head at her.

“Yeah, you do!” Mattie laughs “Aren’t I right Dad?”

“Yeah you are sighing a lot, you can sit down if you’re asthma is acting up coleslaw” his dad offers making Cole roll his eyes.

“It's not his Asthma it's him still wallowing over Sadie,” Mattie says sending Cole a knowing look.

“No, I’m not, I’m over that” Cole argues but even he could hear how unconvincing he sounded.

Mattie burst out laughing shaking her head at him “You do hear yourself right?”

“Mattie leave him alone, he thought Sadie was the one” his dad chastises lightly.

“Yeah just like he thought Bonnie and Laurie and Peggy were the ones” Mattie mutters under her breath.

“Look Coleslaw we’re doing alright here, why don’t you go take a break, explore the rest of the fair?” His dad suggests.

“Dad I’m fine” Cole sighs.

“And that’s a million and one” Mattie smirks.

“Fine, fine I’m going” Cole exclaims holding his hands up in surrender, grabbing his inhaler as he stormed away ignoring his sister’s laughter.

Cole didn’t really know where to go, the annual county fair was always massive. He knew his dad needed a new part for the tractor so maybe he could go get that, or see if the book stand had anything interesting on agriculture.

He was just walking past one of the bar tents when he heard angelic-like singing that had him freezing. Turning in the direction of the singing he ducked into the large bar tent which was full of people enjoying local cider and listening to live music.

Cole gently pushed his way through the crowd so he could see who was on the small stage. His heart skipping a beat when he finally saw the singer. You were absolutely stunning, perched on a stool in a long floral dress, daisies carefully weaved into your hair. You had a warm smile on your face as you expertly strummed your guitar and sang about love.

Cole was completely enamoured and when your gaze met his the rest of the world melted away and it was just you and him in that tent. You sent him a bashful smile, glancing down for a moment before your gaze returned to him.

For the rest of your set your gaze repeatedly met his and Cole couldn’t help but think you were singing directly to him. So when you finally finished and began packing up Cole didn’t hesitate and made his way straight over to you.

“Hey,” he greeted, shoving his hands in his jean pockets nervously.

You glanced up from your guitar case, a smile growing on your face and you rose to your full height “Hey” you echoed.

“I um just wanted to say I really enjoyed your set, you’re voice is beautiful” Cole says smiling nervously over at you.

You nibble your lower lip and look down bashfully “Thank you” you smile looking back up at him.

Cole gives you a small nod of his head as silence fell between the two of you. He didn’t want to leave but he just couldn’t think of anything else to say. He began to turn away when he spotted a sign for a local cider and instantly spun back around to face you.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked suddenly.

You startle slightly at his outburst but a warm smile soon grows on your lips “Yeah that sounds nice”

“Perfect, great,” Cole says with a sigh of relief.

You let out a quiet chuckle as you close your guitar case and pick it up “let's go” you grin.

“Here let me,” Cole says quickly taking the case from you “I promise I won’t drop it”

You let out a loud warm chuckle at that “Don’t worry I trust you…” you say tailing off at the end.

“Cole. I’m Cole, Cole Turner” Cole finishes holding out his free hand.

“Y/N” you smile shaking his hand and Cole could swear he felt sparks fly.

Cole held out his arm signalling for you to go first, smiling, trying and failing to stop himself from doing a little happy dance when your back was turned. You then glanced over your shoulder at him making him quickly recover and flash you a smile.

When you reached the bar Cole ordered two ciders for the both of you and then set down your guitar case. As he did do he noticed all the stickers from different states and cities across the country.

“Are these all the places you’ve toured?” Cole asks as you took a large sip of your cider.

You quickly swallowed and shook your head “No, I’m not much of a traveller far too much of a homebody, my family is just pretty large and spread far and wide so those are just from when I’ve visited them” you explain.

Cole hums nodding his head “I get that, I did a bit of travelling across Europe not too long ago, it was fun but I definitely liked being home and back in my comfort zone”

“Need a holiday from your holiday” you chuckle making Cole laugh.

“Yup exactly that” he smiles “So you don’t travel for your music?” He asks arching a brow.

“No it's just a hobby, I don’t have any real desire to ‘make it’, I just enjoy doing stuff like this and I love my job too much to give it up” you explain.

“What do you do?” Cole asks tilting his head slightly.

“I’m a librarian, so diving into fantasy worlds and romance novels is enough travel for me” You smile bashfully as you take another sip of your cider “What do you do?”

“I’m a farmer, but I have also written a book on the history of agriculture, it was published a few months ago now” Cole answers as he takes a sip of his own cider.

“Wait.” You say holding out your hand “Cole, as in Cole Turner?”

Cole furrows his brows “Yeah….” He says confused.

“I’ve read your book!” You exclaim.

Cole’s eyes widened in surprise “You have!?” He says shaking his head in disbelief, he thought he’d be the only one who’d ever read it.

“Yeah! It came into the library and it looked interesting so I gave it a read and it was really cool! You have a way with words” you explain smiling over at him.

“Thank you” Cole smiles bashfully “but if anyone has a way with words it's you! I mean your songs, god… I’ve never heard someone summarise love and falling in love like you”

“Thank you, not everyone would agree, I’ve been called a hopeless romantic,” you say with a small shrug of your shoulders “Well that's putting it nicely, I’ve been called needy, incessant texter, leading with my heart rather than my head… but I guess I am someone who’d do anything for love”

“I get that,” Cole says with a small nod of his head, making you look back at him with an arched brow “I once travelled halfway around the world after a girl who I went on one date with and didn’t hear back from only to find out she’s a CIA agent and get dragged into her mission to recover a weapon of mass destruction, there were bounty hunters and everything” he rambles looking down at his cider.

Silence fell between the two of you making Cole worry that when he looked back up that he would see a look of horror on your face. But when he did eventually look up he just saw a warm smile on your face.

“You fall in love fast don’t you Cole?” You ask with a smirk, Cole could only nod and swallow nervously “Well I’m glad I’m not the only one” you smile holding your pint out for a toast.

A wide smile broke out on his face as he joined you in your toast. Yeah, he fell in love fast but this time he was sure that he’d met his match, his equal, his soulmate.

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Chapter 4: Under Pressure

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?

Word count: 5,468

Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!

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The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.

Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.

You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?

Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.

Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.

“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”

Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”

Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”

Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”

Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”

Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”

“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”

Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”

“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.

“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“

“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“

“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”

“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.

“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”

Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”

“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.

You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.

You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.

The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.

This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.

Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.

You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.

He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.

You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”

Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.

You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”

All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.

Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.

“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.

“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.

“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.

Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”

Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.

“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”

Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”

You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He’s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.

“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.

Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.

Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.

He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.

Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.

“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.

“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”

If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”

You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”

“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.

Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.

He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.

Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”

“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”

Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”

Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”

Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”

Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.

“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”

Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”

Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”

It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.

“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.

You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.

You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”

“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.

“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.

“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”

“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.

He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.

“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.

It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.

Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”

Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.

You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”

You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”

That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.

All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.

He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.

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-> how the CE would react misunderstanding the word “creampuff” or just asks them to get her some 😋

Steve Rogers

Steve didn’t know a lot of modern terms and slang-so he learned everything from you. Also some dirty talk and words you’d rather use in the bedroom than public. Which also meant he now learned what a creampie was. At first he had been a bit confused when you asked him to give you a creampie in the middle of sex.

“Wait-do you want me to stop and get you one? Now?”, he had asked confusedly, stopping moving right before you could reach your peak. “No-Steve-a creampie, not a pie”, he still seemed confused and that’s when you realised he had no idea what you were talking about. So you explained to him what it was.

“Oh…you want me to come…in you?”

From then on he definitely loved creampies. So much, he always looked up whenever you only said the word cream itself. It was funny. Really. You loved teasing him by using the words. Sometimes in public, sometimes at home.

But he knew when you did it to tease him, he could hear it in your tone.

You both were sitting on the couch, watching the when an ad come up. It was some trailer for a movie but the only thing you actually looked at was the baked goods they were eating. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. “Oh god, I want a Creampuff”, you moaned quietly, feeling Steve immediately stand up, making you drop onto the couch with your back. “Jesus, Steve-what are you doing?”, you mumbled slowly sitting up.

Steve took of his hoodie, throwing it to the floor, leaving him in just his jeans, which he also stated opening , the belt buckle hitting the floor quickly. “You want a Creampuff”, he only said, as if you were the one doing something stupid.

“Yeah-I want a Creampuff, so why are you taking off your pants?”

He still seemed confused, slowly dropping his pants to the floor, his boxershorts already slightly tented. “Doesn’t that mean you want me to…you know, come in you?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, your laugh only getting louder at his so-called ‘perfect hurt puppy look’. “Oh Stevie, sweetheart, no…I don’t mean creampie. I mean a Creampuff…it’s something to eat, you know what I mean”

Only then did he realise his mistake, a quiet ‘oh’ escaping his lips as he sat back down. It was hilarious how hurt he looked. Like a kicked puppy. Yep, that was the man you fell in love with. Steve Rogers.

“Sorry I guess i…got a bit too excited”, he mumbled, crossing his arms. Chuckling you cuddled closer to him, kissing his cheek gently. “You’re cute. I’ll give you a blowie later, sounds good?”, you whispered sweetly into his ear, watching him blush as soon as he thought about it. Steve nodded slowly, dropping his arms around your shoulders.

“You know…I still think cream puff is the more appropriate word for... you know... that…”

Ransom Drysdale

After a coffee date in the morning you were driving through the city and as the passenger you watched the buildings and lights, noticing a bakery you mumbled something quietly to yourself.

“What was that, Sweetheart?”, Ransom asked you, watching you for a second before looking back to the road. You felt yourself blush as you sighed, knowing he would stop asking until you’d finally repeat your words.

Shrugging you tore away your gaze from the window. “I said I’m in the mood for a Creampuff”, you grinned, watching how Ransom slowly raised his eyebrows. A mischievous smile creeped on his lips. “Sure? A Creampuff? Maybe you’d rather have a creampie”, he mumbled seductively, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing gently.

A laugh escaped your lips as you took his hand, sliding your fingers between his. “You know…usually I’d probably take it but right now? I’m so in the mood for a sweet fat Creampuff”, you moaned at the thought, liking over your lips. All this time ransom watched you from the corner of his eyes, huffing quietly.

You always forgot how much attitude he could give you if he didn’t get the answer he wanted to hear.

“Oh come on, creampie or creampuff, honey?" His question made you roll your eyes, an amused expression creeping on your face. “Don’t be a baby…you know I love you, but right now I really want to eat a Creampuff”, he shook his head at your words, stopping at a red light and immediately watching you carefully.

"you'll only get one choice. Are you seriously choosing the sugar and flour over me?"

You chuckled at his behaviour, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Of course you got your Creampuff.

(And at the end of the day also a creampie.)

Jake Jensen

You were sitting in a little coffee shop with Jake, watching the naked goods there were putting up on display since you were a bit early. “Omg Jake look, look”, you whispered excitedly, noticing your favourite Cream Puffs.

Jake was playing on his phone so he didn’t notice what you were talking about but he nodded anyway. “I’ll get what you get, just need to finish this game and then I’m all yours-” “I want a Creampuff”, as soon as you said that he put down his phone looking up at you, quickly enough for his glasses to slide down from his nose a bit.

“Here? Now? Well…I’m sure they have a bathroom but-“ “What are you talking about???” You shook your head, watching as he stood up and grabbed your hand, wanting to pull you up.

“You said you wanted a creampie”, he whispered nodding with his head to the direction of the toilets, making you only shake your head more. “A creamPUFF. Idiot. A creampuff. To eat. Food. Not creampie. We’re in a café”, you face palmed, sighing loudly.

“Oh…then I guess I’ll get you the Creampuff”, Jake sounded like a kid that had their candies taken from them as he slowly walked to the counter with his shoulders slumped.

He was such an idiot sometimes.

But he was your idiot.

Johnny Storm

Johnny was sitting in front of the tv, watching a baking show-even though he never baked. You weren’t sure if he knew how to turn in the oven, if you had to be honest.

While you were preparing some simple meal for lunch you also listened to the show, hearing something that made your mouth immediately water. Creampuffs. That’d be amazing for dessert.

“Johnny, food’s ready,” you called out, placing the plates on the table. When he quickly came to you, kissing your cheeks and grinning brightly you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling. He was such a sweet guy. Sometimes. He could also be really annoying.

“They baked wedding cakes-but in my opinion they were all ugly-just so boring, we’d have one with flames everywhere, right?” You chuckle at his overthinking over something that was happening anytime soon.

“Johnny, for one you proposed last week. Two…how do you think a cake can be in flames without burning down?” “…fake flames?”, you shook your head, a grin creeping on your lips. “Let’s eat, yeah?”

He nodded happily and took his first bite.

After finishing your meal Johnny took the dirty dishes to wash them, while you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection. “You know what I’m in the mood for…”

Even without needing to see him you knew he’d smirk at your words, even though you weren’t talking about anything that would make him happy…at least not in that way.

“A Creampuff.” You mumbled it into his back, sighing happily.

He immediately lifted his head, looking at you over his shoulder. “Like-right now? I’m a bit busy you know…but you can take off your clothes and just wait for me in the bedroom-“ “Jonny I didn’t say creampie. I meant a Creampuff”

He grumbled something then. “Then…I guess we can get some…but after I wanna give you a creampie.” You could hear the happy smirk in his voice as he was probably already thinking about the latter.

Ari Levinson

Ari planned a little trip for you two for the weekend so after you had packed your clothes and everything needed, you were already on your way to a cabin he had booked.

But while driving a weird craving overcomes you. You hadn’t rated those things in a long time but…for some reason you couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet taste for the past thirty minutes.

Sighing you looked at Ari from the side. "I want some cream puffs", you whined, grabbing his arm since he had his hand placed on your thigh. Chuckling Ari shook his head slowly.

“Sweetheart, we're not approaching the nearest town in an hour. We don’t have creampuffs”, he grunted amused, the corners of his lifting slightly. At this point of your relationship he was pretty used to you having random and sudden craving for the most ridiculous food, something you've never eaten before.

Pouting you furrowed your eyebrows, crossing your arms. “can't a girl have her dream? A Creampuff would be really nice…”, you sighed sadly.

Ari brushed one of his longer hairs behind his ear, smirking to himself as he watched the road, "well your dream is not going to be satisfied, unless..."

As soon as he started coming up with an idea you sat up straight, grinning brightly at him, "are we going to change route? Would you do that for-“ "UNLESS you change your dream cream puff into creampie. That I can do."

You immediately swatted his arms, huffing in annoyance. “You’re an idiot.”

“But you didn’t say no.”

Lloyd Hansen

You had been trapped in this semi-bunker-castle for ten hours. While Lloyd was perfectly happy - or angry yelling at his men to organize and regroup from their failed attempt at catching a rogue agent, you had spent the past five hours exploring this castle, this bunker, whatever this was, from top to bottom, even coming up with a map in your head of each and every room. You were bored. And all this walking had made you a bit hungry.

And what could be better satisfying your stomach than something sweet and soft? A cream puff? Or a box of them?

Lloyd, on the other hand, tends to ignore all the protests coming from his body when he gets busy. It was two in the afternoon and he hadn't had a single thing to eat since four this morning.

You squeezed through the tech guys and operatives, maneuvering yourself in the War Room, where Lloyd set up a temporary command station and hadn't left since five this morning, and tugged the corner of his shirt.

"What, bunny?" He gestured to the ops team to get out of the room, and lean by the edge of the glass table, crossing his arms, "is my bunny bored?"

You shook your head before nodding hesitantly, your lips making a cute little pout, "want creampuffs."

" 'm sorry?" Lloyd smiled smugly, curling two fingers to signal his bodyguards to enter the room, but his eyes still laser-focused on you.

"Creampuffs." You whined, "can I please have creampuffs?"

Lloyd extended his arms to pull you close, his mustache twitched, dragging the corner of his lips into a bigger smile while he worked through his belt buckle and grinded you on his hard bulge. "You’re not getting any creampuffs, bunny. You’re getting a creampie, now take off your clothes."

Your hands reached the back of your pink fluffy dress instinctively. You were about to pull the zipper down when you realized - "But Lloyd, there's still other people around." You whispered in embarrassment, cheeks flushed, lowering your hand slowly away from your zipper.

"Then those people can watch how I fuck you, filling you up like a little creampuff, hmm?" Lloyd licked your earlobe, his wet hot breath ghosting the sensitive spot behind your ear.

"Lloyd-" You whimpered, but he had already taken things under his control and yanked the back of your dress, tearing it wide open.

He took all your breath with a searing kiss, before covering your ears with his large palm and shouting to his men, who had been standing in silence ever since they came in this room, "Are you FUCKING DEAF? She wants CREAMPUFFS. What are you morons waiting for? A direction to the best bakery in town??"

Cole Turner

You’ve been with Cole for six months now-which was to him a very long time. Most of his relationships didn’t last a month and you were now getting closer to seven than just six. Which made him happy like a kid that got two cookies instead of one.

He was a sweetheart. Always making sure you got what you wanted and that you were satisfied-sometimes he could be annoying, too. Incredibly even. He was very clingy, which could be exhausting when you needed some space.

But he’d do anything for you, so you accepted his little flaws, just like he accepted yours. Even though it could be annoying sometimes to him, too.

“Cole, do we have something sweet? I need something sweet to my coffee”, you grumbled, looking through all your cabinets. The last two weeks Cole had spent at your place and without needing to ask the question you both knew he was slowly moving in.

Smiling he walked into the kitchen taking some cookies out of a cabinet you hadn’t looked though yet.

Sighing you took the package, squinting your eyes slightly. You liked them but…it’s not what you were in the mood for…

“Do we have anything else?”, you asked, putting away the cookies and furrowing your eyebrows slightly, which Cole did too, then. “Anything else? I think there’s still some cake left in the fridge-” “no I don’t want that”, you huffed, crossing your arms.

Normally you weren’t this moody but you were supposed to get your period any second now, which made you a bit more cranky than normally.

Cole stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his and kissing them. “What is it that you want, Cupcake?”, he asked gently, making you a bit more mad about how nice he was even though you were in such a bad mood and were so unfriendly. “Nothing”, you grunted, making him roll his eyes, yet there was still a smile on his lips.

“Come on…I can tell you have something on your mind..”

And he was right, of course, but there was no bakery close by so you couldn’t really ask him for what you really wanted.

“It’s just…I watched a stupid show and they had cream puffs and…I haven’t eaten them in so long…”, you mumbled into his chest when he hugged you, kissing your head. Cole was always a very touchy person, which you got used to.

Cole raised his eyebrows slowly looking down at you. “…cream puffs? That’s what this is about? You could’ve just said it, Cupcake…I’ll get you a whole box if you want that”, he kissed your lips quickly, already grabbing his car keys and not giving you any time to process what just happened.

And so in less than forty minutes you had your Creampuff, a coffee and great cuddles. Cole definitely was the one.

Curtis Everett

Curtis was woken up by you.

You turned and turned in bed. Curling in his arms and rolling to the edge of the bed in the next second.

Oh you want cream puffs so badly.

The cravings in the night was keeping you awake and hungry at 3 am.

CREAM PUFFS!

You buried your face in the pillow and willed yourself to sleep. But as soon as you started counting sheeps, the fluffy white balls of wool jumping the fence quickly became fluffy white balls of whipped cream, jumping from the mixer bowl to the imaginary crunchy crust.

CREAM PUFFS!!

You kicked the heavy duvet impatiently. Earning a disturbed noise from your man lying next to you.

“Baby, what're you doing up?” Curtis grunted, voice groggy from sleep. He squinted his eyes looking at the bedside phone. "3 am?!"

You rolled back into his arms, inhaling the musky cologne that soaked through his shirt.

“I want some cream puffs.”

More so, the little bump in your belly wanted them too.

You were four months along. And all the cravings were driving you crazy.

"It's 3 in the morning, babygirl. where the hell am I supposed to find cream puffs for you?"

Just to be sure of the time, Curtis flipped on the light by the bed and double-checked the time again. His mind still in a sleepy haze, but he clearly knew it was impossible to get you what you asked for.

"Maybe later then, 8 or 9, I'm going to the bakery." You mumbled, "I didn't want you to find ... I just suddenly want some… I can live without it. Now go back to sleep."

Curtis sighed loudly, opening one eye with difficulty, trying to stop his eye rolling to the back of his head because of how sleepy he was: "Now now, spill it out. I know creampuffs can't be the only thing you crave."

"Oh!" You came up with answers to his questions immediately, your stomach groaning for how delicious this sounded, snapping you from tiredness, "and those butter biscuits with chocolate chips... a big tall cup of strawberry milkshake … Oh oh oh! And fries!”

“Fries??!! How do fries make sense there??? I thought you wanted baked goods???”

"Well, I wanted baked goods," you peered at his unreadable expressions with the dim light, bumping his abdomen with your baby bump, "this little one wanted fries. And ice cream." You added hastily.

Curtis tucked your head under his chin, sounding unconvinced, "let me guess, he wants the milkshake too?"

"He needs something to go down with the food." You put out a lame excuse.

"That little…" Curtis swallowed whatever curse he was about to say, a long sigh and - he got out of the bed.

"Wait, where are you going?" You called as he was heading out, "Come back to bed."

Curtis grumbled some more.

"I'm damn well not letting my woman and my kid get starved."

Curtis spent the next half an hour in the kitchen, mixing batters and baking your favorites. When everything was ready, he went back to the bedroom to call you.

Only to find you asleep.

Curtis banged his head on the bedroom door frame lightly. At least, he thought to himself, that you were having a good sleep. He turned to the kitchen and put everything to chill in the fridge.

The second he went back to bed, you crawl instinctively into his arms and sniffed.

Suddenly all hyped up.

"Is that butter and chocolate I just smell on you?" Even in the dark, he knew your eyes beamed and glittered like the stars in the sky.

"Yes." He sighed, getting up again already, "you want to have some now?"

You were more enthusiastic than a hamster on a hamster wheel, scrambling up to wait for his cooking.

Curtis brought in a tray, with a glass of strawberry milkshake, a small plate of cookies and a few cream puffs, along with some fries and a small orb of ice cream.

"Eat. And go to sleep." He grunted, sitting beside you, squinting his eyes while stifling a big yawn.

Your lips trembled. Quiet sniffings. Curtis saw your eyes filled with tears instantly.

"I'm sorry babygirl." He welcomed you with his broad shoulders and warm embrace. Kissings landed on your forehead. "Sorry baby, just eat and we can cuddle and sleep. Didn't mean for it to sound that harsh."

"I … it's just … you stayed up to cook … and I fell asleep … and I feel so sorry for waking you up … and the whipped cream in cream puffs. It's been whipped so it must have hurt…"

Your sobs made absolutely no sense. But Curtis hummed and patted you on your back, calming you down.

"You'll have a little bit of everything, and then we cuddle and sleep, alright?" He wiped your tears away with the back of his hand, asking for your opinion.

The sadness came and the sadness went. It's only pregnancy hormones. Curtis got used to them by now.

You nodded, with tears staining your cheek and a small smile on your lips, pointing at the creampuffs, "Ah-"

Kyle

He knew he’d get in trouble. He had know it as soon as the idea came into his mind-but he’d do anything for you. Having listened to you talk about creampuffs made him want to make you happy with a simple gesture.

But he hadn’t expected it’d cost him more than just one period. He shouldn’t be skipping classes since he wanted to graduate as good as possible, but what could he do when the bakery was baking fresh Creampuffs while he walked into the bakery? So he had decided to wait not expecting how long it’d take.

But in the end he knew you’d be happy so he decided to sacrifice himself and skip his three first periods-at least he’d be perfect on time for your lunch break.

Then you’d finally get those creampuffs.

After the cashier packed it in a pretty pink box-with a pretty bow-he quickly went back to his school, even though he knew this was probably a stupid idea. Well….anyway…

Walking into the school he hid the box in his locker, just in time for a teacher to call out his name noticing he wasn’t in class. “Shouldn’t you be in class-“ “yes, but…I didn’t feel so good, so…but I’m on my way back-” “young man, are you lying to your teacher?”

He felt himself blush, smiling apologetic. There was no way out of this.

After a talk with the teacher and even the principal he got detention. Just then did the bell rang so he walked to the table you usually sat at-before that he quickly stopped at his locker taking the cream puff box.

“Kyle! There you are”, you sighed in relief not having seen him all morning. “Where the hell have you been? Someone said you skipped classes-you know you can’t do this now. If you want to go to the same college you have to-” “I got you these”, he interrupted you pulling out the box and putting it in front of you.

You furrowed your eyebrows looking back at him. “Creampuffs?!”, you grinned opening the lid. “That’s why you skipped your first period? You didn’t have to do that Honey”, you smiled warmly.

Kyle smiled slightly embarrassed, shrugging. “Yeah…and second, and third. Mostly because they run out of creampuffs and have to bake a new batch…I just wanted to make you happy. You’re working so hard on your grades, you deserve something sweet”, he kissed your cheeks, while sitting down next to you.

“You’re a treasure, kyle. Here, have one too”, you smiled taking one for yourself and one for him. “If you wanna thank me I’d have something else in mind…how about a nice…creampie”

“Kyle! I told you I won’t have sex without a condom!”, you swatted his arm, making him laugh out loud. “Was worth a try.”

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Her puppy

Summary: You meet a clingy but sweet guy.

Pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader

Warnings: clingy Cole, implied smut, fluff

Catch up here: Puppy

“That’s a nice restaurant. Right? Uh-did you like the food? Do you want more wine? Maybe you’d like to have another dessert?”

“Cole, relax. I need you to take a deep breath,” you softly say, and pat his hand. It’s your third date and he’s a nervous wreck. You know that his other girlfriends called him clingy and a little obsessed.

Well, he definitely is a clingy puppy and needs a lot of reassurance. Cole seems to be always afraid of losing you, and your attention.

“I just want to make sure you are enjoying yourself,” he sheepishly admits. “Third dates are important. We have shared and learned enough about each other so much over the last weeks. You know about my family and stuff.” He scratches his beard. “Shit, I think I talked too much.”

“I enjoy your company,” you squeeze his hand this time. “The food was great too, and I’m not much of a drinker. And,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear, “I had hoped you’d walk me home again.”

His eyes light up at your words. “Really…I mean…uh…of course. I’d love to let you feel the power of the land again.” Cole grins and grabs your hand. “You are already addicted to me, huh? I knew you’d fall for the farmer.”

You chuckle at his eagerness and his corny pick-up lines. “I want to be sober for when you try to break my bed again. Maybe you can let the farmer out again.”

“Hmm…I could get used to this,” Cole murmurs as you are fast asleep on his chest. He holds you a little tighter when you mumble his name. “Maybe we can get a house, and you can work from home while I take care of the farm. I could finally finish that book I’m writing.”

“The one about farming, empires, and agriculture?” You lift your head from his chest. “I’d like to read it.” You yawn. “It sounds boring like hell, but I’d read it for you.”

“It is…no…I mean…” He chuckles. “It’s lame for someone not interested in agriculture and such. But I want to finish it so badly.”

“It’s ambitious of you to write a book. And very cool,” you lie back down and snuggle in his chest. “Now sleep a little. Maybe I want to feel the power of the land in the morning again.”

He grins sheepishly. “I’d love to be at your service in the morning too ma’am.”

“Morning,” you yawn and rub your tired eyes. After ending up pressed against the shower wall by your new boyfriend you finally made it into the kitchen. “When did you have the time to cook?”

You watch Cole flip a pancake. “I thought you’d be hungry after our morning activity and wanted to have breakfast with you.

He hopefully looks in your direction and you sigh. “Cole, we need to talk.”

“Shit…I fucked things up again,” he sniffles. “I was too clingy…or maybe you hate having breakfast or sex in the showers.”

“Please listen to me for a second,” you gently grab his hand to force him to listen to you. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know I did,” he says. “They always start with it’s not you, it’s me or crap.”

“Cole, I like you…a lot,” shushing him you try to stop him from doubting himself once again. “The sex was great, and I love that you made us breakfast. I want to be with you. Okay. I don’t want to break up with you. Just…I need you to calm down and stop fearing I’ll break up with you every second. You are missing out on so many great things if you do.”

You stand on tiptoes and grab his face to kiss him. “Now, drop that spatula, and help me ruin the kitchen island.”

“I—what?” Cole tries to process all the things you said.

“Sex, on the kitchen island, Cole.”

“Oh…OH…sex!” He smirks. “You want to have sex again? I mean…we just…uh…”

“Baby, I can tell, if you want to be my boyfriend, you will work overtime. And with you, I mean your perfect dick,” you pucker your lips as you push him toward the kitchen island.

“You’re naughty,” he cups your face to kiss you deeply. “I love it.”

“If you stop overthinking things, Cole,” you cup his crotch, “a relationship can be so much more fun.”

“It can,” he purrs, and easily lifts you to place you on the kitchen island. “Maybe I should always keep you in my bed to make sure you’re satisfied all the time.”

“What if,” you fist his shirt to bring him closer to your body and wrap your legs around his waistline, “you’d have a place for some clothes in my closet. You could bring a toothbrush and stuff too.”

He smiles widely, and his heart beats out of his chest. “I’d love that.”

“Good. It’s settled then.” You mirror his smile. “Now…let’s ruin this kitchen island…”

Puppy gets it all

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Knew Best

Description: Cole shows up at your doorstep to take matters into his own hands. He’s not getting Ghosted again.

Pairings: Cole Turner x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, rough sex, dubcon, forced impreg, daddy kink, nice guy™️, stalking kind of, dirty talk, name calling, misogyny

(A/N: finally a Cole story idc I love his incel ass 😭 please like, reblog with comments, and follow 💜 ✌🏾)

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It wasn’t like you were trying to ignore him. You were just busy.

As far as first date go it’d been pretty good. Nice dating a guy that actually worked with his hands. There was something pretty sexy about it, except you’d checked your phone and he’d really texted you fucking twenty times in two days. Insane.

Like sorry you just didn’t have your phone on you. Not like you didn’t like him. The sex had been good. His dick had been good as hell. Just don’t know if it was worth the obsession.

Ready to just let it go. No dick was worth all that even if your body did remember everything he’d done to you and definitely wanted him to do it again. Not like it was nothing your vibrator couldn’t take care of. Which is why your jaw dropped as you saw him sitting on your doorstep with a little cactus beside him.

“What are you doing here?” You grumbled as you stopped out of the car.

“You haven’t been answering my calls,” was all he said as he stood up. “I got worried.”

Bit your tongue as he got close to you. Taking a step back. “I was away for work,” was your short explanation. Not like you owed him anything else. Or at all really. What you went on one date and put out. That didn’t make him entitled to you. Even if he did fuck you exactly right. Didn’t mean you belonged to him.

He furrowed his brows, eyes scaling up and down your body. Taking in your messy hair and sweats. Clearly hadn’t been expecting to see him. Which is why he took a deep breath trying to let it go. “Can we talk?”

You knew you should have told him to fuck off. First of all you were jet lagged like hell. Couldn’t wait to settle in and take a shower. Get something to eat. Not in the mood for another fuck boy that thought he owned you.

“Nows not a good time, Cole,” you said with a tight lipped smile. Trying to let him down easily.

That’s when he held up the tiny plant. The cute little cactus he’d originally recommended back when you are shopping for houseplants. Had left empty handed when you couldn’t get over what a dick he was until he ended up cornering to ask you on a date. That should have been your first clue.

“Well I wanted you to have it,” he said, “figured that it could at least keep you company since you didn’t want mine.”

“It’s not that-,” you began to say. Biting your tongue again to stop yourself from continuing.

“Then was it?” He asked. “We had a good time. A great time even. The sex was-,”

You know you were there. “I remember,” you told him trying to not set him off. The smoother this went the better. “I’m not saying we didn’t have good time, but-,”

“But what?” He interrupted.

“But,” you repeated yourself, “I told you I have a busy schedule. If you can’t handle that then I don’t know what to tell you.”

“So, that means a text is too much? You’re too busy for texts? Come on, Baby, you know that’s bull shit.”

You raised one of your eyebrows. “Um,” you chuckled. “First of all I don’t have to do anything and second of all will you lower your voice. I don’t need my neighbors hearing you.”

“Then let’s get inside,” he said motioning with his head.

You looked around with a huff. As much as you’d wish he’d buzz off clearly he wasn’t going to go without a fight. “Fine.”

He at least helped you with your luggage as you finally made it through your front door. That cactus still in his hand until he set it down on the end table.

“Look, Cole, it’s not like I was trying to ignore you or anything,” you said turning back to him. “Not at first at least, but then I saw all those messages and-,”

“I know, but what I was worried,” he said. “You should have texted me back and this wouldn’t even be a problem.”

“But I didn’t have to. You realize you’re not my boyfriend, right? We just had sex one time.”

Cole raised an eyebrow as you tried to ignore how fucking handsome he was. That’s how he got you in the first place. Couldn’t deny the man was good looking as sin. Still gave him zero right to act like he owned you.

“Well, maybe that’s my mistake,” he said. “I obviously didn’t make myself clear that you were mine,” he said, snatching you closer by your waist. “You thought I was just going to fuck you and let you go that easily? Fuck no, Baby,” he said. “I bet if I stick my hand in your panties right now you’d be wet for me.”

“Cole-,” you started to say when he did as he said he would. Roughly shoving his hand down the front of your black leggings, past your panties. Checking to see if he was correct. “Cole!” You put your hands against his shoulders trying to push him off.

Except the farmer was much stronger than you. It didn’t really seem to phase him. Instead he grabbed you with his free hands to turn you around so he could whisper in your ear. “Just like I fucking thought. Fucking slut.” Before letting you go. Almost falling forward and only having the table to steady you. “Now go wash up. I like my whores clean when I play with them.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you stood under the shower stream. Letting the hot water pulsate against your skin as you tried to wrap your head around what the hell had just happened. If only you could stay under the water forever.

Cole found the tag he’d slipped in your bag, looking at it in his hands. Good you hadn’t seen it. Well obviously. He wouldn’t be here right now if you had.

Sure he’d let the last girl go. Not needing an ounce of her drama, but he’d really really liked you. If it came in clutch for that why wouldn’t it work this time. Sure it had freaked him out a little when you said you traveled for work, but you’d been such a sweet girl. He’d needed that.

Needed someone who wouldn’t mind being barefoot and pregnant. And it’s not like you’d been enjoying all the traveling. Had told him you couldn’t wait until you could settle down more. If anything he was just giving you what you wanted. The two of you could use some stability.

He looked around your place. No a girl like you should not be living alone in an area like this. That’s okay his family’s farm would be perfect for you. Could maybe work on making the back house a little bigger. More room for you and who knows what might happen. He was really up for anything these days.

“Sweetie,” he said, giving the door a sharp knock. You’d been in there for awhile now and he was getting impatient. “Everything ok?”

Not waiting for an answer when he stepped inside. Shoving the shower curtain to the side and making you jump. Naked body looking so pretty all wet.

“Cole!” You gasped, trying to cover yourself with your hands.

“You’re acting like I haven’t seen you naked before,” he said, narrowing his eyes. Not like you were doing a good job of hiding yourself.

You didn’t get the hint to drop your hands so he reached in to pull them away. Frozen in place as he did so. His eyes immediately going to your tits as soon as they were exposed. Fuck you looked so fucking hot like this.

“You almost done?” He asked.

“Um, yeah,” you answered and before you could be reached forward to turn off the shower water. Not skipping a beat as he handed you a towel.

He watched closely as you finished up your face routine. Making idle conversation. Almost like he couldn’t take his eyes off of you even as you went to your drawer to pull out a pair of underwear. “What are you doing?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You don’t need panties today.”

“Cole, I-,” but once again he didn’t let you finished speaking as he turned you around to close the drawer.

“You’re only making it worse for yourself, Baby. You know I’m still pissed at you,” he said, grabbing your hand and moving so quickly it made you drop your towel. Goosebumps appearing on your skin at the cold as he took a seat on your bed. Pulling you down so your ass was in the air. “I’m done playing game with you, Y/N,” he growled. His hands coming to caress your ass.

You yelped as his open hand smacked your butt. Making you jump as your head snapped up. Fingers going to your pussy after so he could get a feel.

“Still wet though. I think you like being treated like this. Bet this is exactly what a little whore like you needed, huh?”

“Cole!” You whimpered.

“Nuh uh.” He smacked your ass again. “You know who I am. You let that shit slip the first time I fucked you. You really thought I was just going to met shit go after that? What’s my fucking name?”

You shuddered as his fingers went back to your pussy. Something felt so obscene about the way he was fucking you with his finger. It was definitely a far cry from the tender loving making that had happened the first time around. It was your fault for letting it slip about what you really wanted that time. How you wanted a big strong man to rough you up and fuck you like you were his, but that night he wanted to take his time and you wanted to let him.

“You’re-you’re daddy,” you whimpered giving him what he wanted. The sooner you did the sooner all of this would be over and the sooner you could go to sleep.

“See that wasn’t so fucking hard,” he cooed finally helping to sit you in his lap his large bulge very apparent against your ass. “That’s my good girl. You’re not going to play anymore games huh?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Good.” He kissed your lips. “I think you need to make it up to me. Get on your fucking knees.”

You nodded as you did what he said while he zipped his pants down. The next day after your first time your friends had made fun of you for walking funny. You’d been thinking about how he good he felt ever since. Maybe that’s why you’d been so disappointed with how possessive he was.

“Open,” he said, his big dick in your face ready for you to suck. Fuck he was so pretty.

You put your tongue against the head licking the dollop of pre-cum at the tip. Welcoming the salty taste before teasing along the head. Taking a long lick from his balls back up and then down and then back up.

“Stop fucking teasing and suck my dick, Bitch,” he groaned putting his hands in your hair so he could put the tip to your mouth not even waiting for the ok as he forced himself in.

Leaving his fist against your head as he bobbed you up and down so your mouth was full of cock. Spit slobbering all over him and drooling out of your mouth. Fuck you felt so good on him. Fuck he hadn’t realized this is exactly what he’d been missing. He’d clearly needed a little fuck toy of a girl to bring home. How was he supposed to let this go.

You coughed around him as he touched the back of your throat. Thick dick feeling like too much and luckily he took mercy on you as he pulled you off which didn’t last long as he pushed back in. “That’s a good bitch. Who’s my fucking cockwhore?”

You tried to respond around him, but it came out a jumbled mess. Which led to another coughing fit only for him to pull you back off.

“What was that?”

“I said, I am,” you sniffled looking like a fucking mess with drool on your face. Beautiful as fuck to him.

He grabbed you by your face to pull you up again. Slapping your ass again before shoving you back on the bed. He wanted to be nice and hard for you but wanted to save all his cum for when he was inside of you. Pretty pussy spread wide open. Ready for him. Fucking soaked.

“You haven’t been fucking anybody else right?”

“No,” you whimpered. “Not since you.”

Cole smirked as he grabbed you by your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed. “Yeah you fucking knew better huh? You know what would happen if I found out you were letting another man touch what’s mine?” He asked.

“No,” you whimpered.

Cole leaned down to whisper in your ear. Wanting you to hear it. “Good. I’d fucking kill him. You don’t know what I’m capable of, Baby.” With that he pushed inside of you not bothering to wait for you to adjust to him as he pushed into the hilt. Wanting to feel his balls against your perfect ass.

Fuck you fit him like a damn glove. If anything almost too tight. Hell you could barely take one finger he probably needed to open you up more, but he didn’t want to wait anymore. Needed to make a fucking point. 

“Daddy, you’re too big!” You cried scratching his back. See the first time he’d been nice enough to do exactly that when he saw how tight you were. Didn’t want to completely destroy your hole, but today he wanted to wreck it. You wouldn’t even think about pulling some shit like this after. That was his problem he’d been to fucking gentle.

“Fucking take it,” he growled down at you. Sawing himself in and out. Wanting to leave a lasting impression inside of you that would leave you craving more.

He wouldn’t need to worry if he fucked you too stupid to leave. You clenched around him almost forcing him out but he started going a little slower rolling his hips back and forth. “Fuck,” he groaned into your ear. “That’s it. You love daddy’s dick?”

“Yes,” you cried out into his neck. Arms wrapped around him. Face buried into him like you needed him. One leg bent at the knee at his side. The other around his waist pulling him closer.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Fucking say it.”

“I love Daddy’s dick. Daddy’s dick feels so good,” you were sobbing. Already feeling overwhelmed. Something in your brain snapping. It really wasn’t like you hadn’t told him this was exactly what you wanted. If anything it was your fault for being so honest. He was just listening to you. Fuck he felt so good.

Don’t think you ever felt so fucking full before. Didn’t know you could feel this full. The way you could feel him in your stomach why even fight it anymore. Just give in.

“Daddy, yes!” You whined. Trying to spread a little wider. The build up starting to mess with your head as your eyes rolled back to your head.

“There’s my fucking slut. She fucking loves my dick huh?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Yes! Don’t stop!”

“You’re not gonna pull that shit again are you?”

“No,” you whimpered. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s a good girl. Who’s pussy is this?”

“It’s your! Daddy, fuck!” You screamed as you came around him pussy pushing him out.

He stroked himself covered in your juices. Watching you as you tried to catch your breath as he sat up on his knees. Not waiting for you to react as he turned you over. Kissing on the back of your shoulder.

Fuck you felt so good bare on his dick. Hated that he had to humor you the first time with a condom even though he badly wanted to rip it off. It was so good being able to fuck you raw.

He pushed back in this time from behind. Gasping into the mattress. He’d brought your hips up, but as he kept going you collapsed bring him with you. Making his body cover yours. Strong chest against your back making you feel small underneath him.

Your brain officially empty as he hit this spot in you. No thought passing through. All you could do was feel. All you knew was him and what he was doing to you.

“Cole,” you moaned his name into your pillow.

He wanted to correct you. Make you call him daddy again, but you crying out his name sounded so fucking good when he was buried so deep inside of you. Moving your ass back against him. He reached up so he could wrap his hand around your neck.

You got tighter around him your next orgasm clearly not too far behind. He was making you feel so damn good. “‘m gonna cum again,” you breathed. “Don’t stop please.”

“I’m not gonna stop, Baby. Want you to cum for me so I can use your pussy as a toy until I cum deep inside of you.”

“What!” You gasped. “N-no. You can’t. You’re not wearing a condom.”

Cole slapped your ass. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” he said, stuffing you full. Pussy squishing around him.

“No-no I’ll get pregnant,” you whimpered.

“Fucking good,” he growled at the idea of it. Your belly swollen with his baby. Then as soon as you were done with one he’d just fuck another one into you. Keep you nice barefoot and pregnant living on the farm. Fuck you’d make such a cute farmers wife.

Fuck even thinking about it. It made him fucking feral. Turned you on your side so he could fuck into you with stronger thrusts. Getting a good grip on your thigh as he twisted you around. “Cole!” You screamed.

“I’m your fucking daddy. Call me daddy, bitch.”

You sobbed out as your orgasm hit you hard. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit this spot inside of you making you spasm.

“Don’t fucking force me out.” He gritted his teeth then groaned. Fuck you felt so good. Fuck. He doesn’t know how he’d lasted this long. Primal instincts taking over as he leaned back over you.

Pulling out to quickly push back in to your overly sensitive pussy. “You,” gasp, “can’t,” gasp, “c-cum i-in-in,” gasp, “m-m-me,” gasp.

He pushed your hands above your head. “I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he said into your ear. “You’re mine and I’m not even going to stop fucking you like this until I know I’ve bred you.“

You hated the way your body reacted to him. Even though your brain was telling him to make him stop it was like your body fucking craved it.

“Fucking beg for it. Beg for my, Baby,” he moaned needing to hear it. “Tell Daddy you want him to put his baby in you.”

Your mouth dropped open and he found himself wrapping his arms around your head. Making sure his chest was to your tits. Snapping into you.

“Fucking say it,” he demanded.

“I wanna- I wanna- give me your baby!” You finally cried. Giving him exactly what he’d been wanting. Too cock drunk too keep up your protests. He was just giving it to you so fucking good. Would a baby really be that bad.

“Y/N, Baby. That’s it, that’s it.” He groaned before biting his lip. Hips falling out of rhythm as he started slamming into you. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Cole’s stomach spasmed as it finally happened. His seed shooting into you deep. Kept moving into you with force until he had nothing left to give. Exactly the way it was meant to be.

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You looked out the window, watching Cole work from a distance. You have to admit it was at least hot watching him. Life on the farm wasn’t so bad.

You put your left hand against your tummy. Feeling the fluttering of a kick underneath the swell of your stomach. The little boy growing inside of you almost as demanding as his father. Even though you admitted you’d gotten pretty used to it.

Sure everyone thought you were crazy for getting hitched so soon. Had given everyone those when you know you know speeches and even more so when you found out you were pregnant.

“Mama!” The two and a half year old called from the table. Your head snapping over and away. Little Colin keeping you company as you cooked dinner. His crayons in front of him.

Cole had luckily given you a tiny break after the first, but promised you wouldn’t be so lucky after this one. That as soon as the two of you got the go ahead, he’d be putting another one in. You’d be way too busy to even think about working. Not like he wasn’t doing enough to support you. Sales from his book still riding high and the farm seemed to be doing even better lately.

“Honey, I’m home,” he called as soon as he got in the door.

“Dada!” Your son exclaimed getting up to run and hug him.

Your heart thumped as you hadn’t even seen him walking back over. Crinkling your nose at his outdoorsy smell. “Go wash up first,” you immediately said, before he could place a kiss on your lips.

He rolled his eyes but still connected his lips with yours. He was going to kiss his wife whether you liked it or not. “How’s my boy?” He asked ruffling his son’s curly hair.

By the time Cole had gotten back, he’d dressed in sweats and a white t-shirt. The same thing he’d been wearing when you let him get you pregnant this time around. For some reason it just did things to you to see him like this. You couldn’t believe the bar was really so low for you.

Even now your mouth watering at the sight of him. These pregnancy hormones had done a number on you. He knew it too with the way he grabbed your ass when he knew your son couldn’t see and the way he wouldn’t keep his hands off of you after bed time.

“C’mere,” he said as soon as you were alone. Pulling you into his arms so he could place a kiss on your lips. “How’s my son doing?” He asked after pulling away. One of his hands going to your stomach.

“I think he’ll be ready to play soccer when he comes out.”

Cole pouted before kissing you again. “I’m gonna have to talk to him about this,” he teased. “Needs to be good to his mama.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you in close. “Then mama can be good to Daddy.”

You rolled your eyes before smacking his shoulder. “Oh whatever.”

Cole smirked smacking your ass in retaliation. You couldn’t help but moan as you felt the tap vibrate to your pussy not like you needed the reminder that your body had been craving him all day.

“What’s wrong?” He asked when you got quiet.

“Nothing,” you replied. “I just- no it’s nothing. I know you’re tired.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Nuh uh, you better tell me right now.”

“Nothing I just… miss you,” you replied, biting your lip. “My hormones.”

“Ohhh,” he tilted his head back, mouthing opening in a wide ‘o.’ “Why didn’t you just say so, Honey?” He asked, squeezing your butt making you gasp. “You know I’m never too tired for you. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take care of you whenever you needed, hmm?”

Cole turned you around in his arms so your back was to his front. Hand going to your stomach. Lips going to your neck.

Honestly you can’t believe you almost didn’t want this life, but now that you were in it you weren’t going anywhere.

I haven’t talk much about Cole but the way I’d let his whiny incel ass fuck me with so much force that it almost makes me feel ashamed

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2023, Day 4

The Spike In My Heart

Summary: You could smell him miles away. It was the sweetest scent you have ever breathed. It was addictive. It was a need. You needed this smell. And what you found was Cole….

Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  vampires, stalking, chase kink, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, licking, overstimulating, blood kink (?), creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.7K

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The world stopped moving. Time stood still, and all sins had been erased the second that scent dug its hole into your brain.

Obsession. There was no better way to describe it. It wasn’t close to you, but one drop of that decadent blood had set your mouth on fire. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, while you guess the notes of their blood. Man. It was definitely male.

Delicate. Like a field of wildflowers. Bees that gather pollen to create scrumptious honey that makes your mouth water. You need that blood. Already, you are craving something that you hadn’t even tasted.

Masculine. Like a man bathing in a river. The water cascading down his chest, and creating its own waterfalls. Your tongue lapping up the trail until you see his neck pulsing with his life force. You want that.

Angelic. Like a feathery soft sweetness that tickles along your skin. Creating a trail of goosebumps with every inch it touches. Airy and romantic. You desire it.

Your body won’t stop moving until you find the creature that had the most delicious notes of flavor. Stalking through the shadows until you find the smell. A smell that will forever be ingrained in your body. Your soul. A smell that…

You stop at the edge of the forest, tilting your head to the side. Your fangs retreat, and you can’t deny that was him. Your body had two heartbeats as soon as you saw his face. The almost non-existent beat of your heart, and the hard pulse in your pussy. He was beautiful. You had to admit he wasn’t who you were expecting to see.

You had gone through different scenarios on how you could make this dinner last. Had decided you were going to keep him locked up in the basement. But his cheeks sun kissed and red, deserved to be in the sun. The sun would be jealous if you ever took him away.

He is alone, which is more than you could hope because you needed a taste. But he was a bit skittish. Flinching at every little sound. It was adorable. You could chase him. You purposefully step on a branch, and the shovel he is holding drops to the ground, and he looks along the tree lines to find you. He wouldn’t see you unless you wanted him to.

His eyes hitting the light makes him that much more beautiful. He is precious. You want him. Want to protect him. Want to devour him. Even his trembling hand picking up the shovel makes you want to hold him.

Stepping on another fallen branch, he stands rigid scanning even harder, until you step in the light, “Run,” you whisper.

He might not hear it, but he understood. Dropping his shovel again, he races in the opposite direction of you. Predictable. You’d give the poor sap a head start. Sweet angel, even yelps. He smells so much better with his blood laced in fear and…that’s a new scent. He was in danger from something that wasn’t you.

It takes you seconds to catch up to him. His danger taking the fun in the chase away. His speed already slows down as he looks back at you in real fear. His pulse is off. “I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to taste you.”

“That doesn’t make me — feel — better,” he comes to a halt, placing his hands on his knees, “Is there like a — pause button in — this game?”

Deep staggering breaths have him choking before he reaches in his pocket. “It’s not — a gun. I just,” an inhaler. Oh he was a sweet one. He places the mechanism in his mouth, taking a deep puff, but his eyes never stray from you. “Vampires don’t exist.”

“We don’t?” Your fangs expand over your lips as you smile at him. “What makes you think we don’t?”

“So you’re gonna chase me then eat me until I’m dead?”

“Sweetheart,” his cheeks flush back to life as the pink expands over his skin. “I don’t eat people. I suck them.”

“You know, usually sucking sounds fun, but you mean my — and not my…”

“Oh, I could suck that as well if that’s what you required. You’re too sweet to kill. I want to savor you. Nothing has ever smelled sweeter than you.”

“I’m Cole,” Cole is too trusting. He goes quiet while he lets your words marinate in his brain. “Does it hurt?”

“Not if I don’t want it to. I promise there are ways to make you feel nothing but pleasure.”

“And…how — how is that?” You take both Cole and yourself to the ground, giving him a soft little peck to his lips. Your mouth trails across his jaw, giving him the tiniest nibble. And you drag the needle sharp edge of your fang along his skin. Cole arches and whimpers. Tilting his head to the side as he fully submits to you. Allowing you to see the throb of his pulse right on his neck. But it wasn’t the only part of him throbbing.

Sitting up suddenly, you allow yourself to straddle his body. Grinding over his pelvis with a cheeky grin. “Cole, you know the best way to experience this?”

“Wh-wh-what is that?” Your lips start kissing down his body as you undo his shirt. “Can I at least get a name?”

“Call me, Vixie,” you pull apart his shirt completely, marveling at his chiseled physique. Leaning down to lick around each of his nipples.

“So…what…what makes…you know giving you my blood…easier.”

“You’re adorable. Must be why you smell so sweet. Have you not figured out what I’m trying to do?” His head barely shakes no, and you roll your hips over his swollen crotch. “How about now?”

“Uh…w-w-wait…you want to kill me?”

“No, sweetheart, I want to overstimulate you, and give you the best orgasm of your life,” a timid squeaks pops out of his mouth, and just to make sure he understands, you roll your hips again. “What’s that, sweetheart? You want that? Or you want me to just take your blood and hold you captive?”

“Yeah.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

“Yes, I want…I don’t want to be a — um — captive. Oh god,” Cole’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you remove your shirt. Reaching behind you to undo your bra, and his mouth waters with need. This was going to go by too fast, but in time, Cole would be able to handle even more.

Getting to your knees, you hover over him. Undoing his pants, you pull them down with ease. Moaning when his cock breaks free, oh he is delicious. Pretty beads of precum on his tip, and even his thick vein is throbbing with need. The need to feel your walls squeeze him tight.

“Where are you going,” he whines when you stand up. But you don’t answer, just shimmy out of your pants before straddling him again. His eyes cast down your body, lingering on your cunt. He watches as you start to sink back down to your knees.

You grab the base of his cock, and he chirps. The sweetest little sound of pleasure and nerves. “Cole, I’ve only just touched you, sweetheart, are you going to be okay with me riding this pretty cock?”

“Yeah. Yes. Most definitely. Ah,” Cole soothes out as you let his tip just touch your weeping cunt. He has the longest drawn out mewl when your body takes every inch. Even your own strangled moan echoes into the wind at how well he fills you up. Giving yourself a moment to adjust, while you look at him. He is struggling.

Biting his lip, his eyes clenched close. “You look like you’re in pain.”

“I’m trying not to come.”

“You’re adorable,” he finally opens his eyes a bit. Peering up at you. “Cole,” you don’t even bounce over him, just give a dirty grind, and his hands grip tight onto your hips while he seethes. “I’ll keep taking you until I come, sweetie. Just relax. Enjoy the ride.”

Reaching behind you, you fondle his balls as you start undulating your hips. Letting him get used to the feeling. He is vocal, and it feeds your ego. Receptive and letting you know how good you were making him feel. All you can see is red as your vision pulses to the rhythm of his pumping blood. Giving the illusion of a bad quality home video, but it made him more beautiful. He lifts his neck up while turning his head. Showing you what really turns you on.

Hard pounding throbs that you no longer can ignore. His dick is already twitching in anticipation of coming.

Leaning over, you start to bounce over him. Taking every veiny inch of him as you sniff up his neck. His scent was mixed with something even more sweet, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to think about that. Laying your tongue flat, you lick a stripe up the sensitive column before your fangs graze over his sticky skin. His body hums in excitement. He is almost there. Almost to his grand finale. He’d hold out longer in time, but you are still going to make sure he is overstimulated.

His moans are so much closer to you, and you feel the hum of it straight to your core. Timing just when you are going to bite him. He’d never want anyone besides you after this. You would be a drug to him.

Just as his breathing hitches, and his voice goes up an octave, you pierce his skin. His taste blows up all your senses, and your vision blacks out. Your body on autopilot as his seed spurts deep into your womb. Slamming yourself over him, the two of your juices create a thick cream that coats his cock and oozes out of you.

He tastes better than you could have ever imagined. Summer rain, the breeze from hummingbird wings, the buzz of the honeybee, the warm glow of a lightning bug, and even the sweetness of wild honeysuckle. His essence drains down your throat, coating your insides. If it wasn’t for your trembling thighs, you wouldn’t even know that you had reached your own peak. It was just Cole.

Taking in a deep inhale, you lick over his punctures. Your saliva acts as a salve while you close up his wounds.

“Cole? Sweetie, can you see?” With a dopey smile, he shakes his head no. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, if you do that again.”

“I’ll make sure to do this everyday. Every hour. Whatever you want.”

“Yeah…”

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Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner

Today is @nomadicpixel birthday and a few days ago I asked if there was something she'd like me to write her for birthday. Her answer was something hockey romance, with either Cole Turner, Andy Barber or Colin Shea. I had an idea immediately... but that one didn't work out... and I'd given up all hopes of actually being able to write something when this little scene popped into my head this afternoon. Enjoy!

Title: Smooth Hips Turner

Pairing: Cole Turner x female reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

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"Is that who I think it is?"

You barely heard your friend's question, but turned in the direction she was looking and found yourself locking eyes with the "who" in question.

Cole Turner.

You knew him as your younger brother's childhood best friend.

Everyone else in the bar knew him as Cole "Smooth Hips" Turner, the new free agent goalie for the local professional hockey team.

"Oh my god, he's coming this way!" your friend exclaimed.

As he made his way towards you, stopped nearly every foot by an excited patron, you tried to recall the last time you'd seen him. The only for sure meeting you could remember was his and your brother's high school graduation nearly twenty years ago. He'd been 18 at the time and you'd been 20.

The years had been good to him, you saw. 4 years in college hockey and 16 at the professional level had done him good. Gone was the lanky teenager who had helped your brother annoy you. In his place, was a rock solid man, with a full beard, perfectly tufted hair and a charming smile.

"Well I'll be damned," his voice declared as he finally reached the table. "I heard you lived here, but I didn't think I'd run into you on my first night in town."

"And here I was trying to avoid you," you teased as you stood up to give him a hug.

It wasn't until you turned to introduce Cole to your friend that you saw that she was gaping at the pair of you in shock.

"Hi, I'm Cole," he said, holding out his hand to her.

She just blinked at him.

"Sorry," you said, slightly embarrassed by her behavior. Sitting down, you snapped your fingers in front of her face and she blinked.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "You know Smooth Hips?"

Cole flushed at the nickname, but sat down at the table and said, "I grew up next door to her. Her brother is my best friend." Then he added, conspiratorially, "I had the biggest crush on her as a teenager."

"Wait what?" you said. "You didn't."

"I swear I did," he said, leaning back in his seat. "It's the only secret I've ever kept from your brother."

"Did you have a crush on him?" your friend asked. "Is that why you keep the magazine where he's basically naked in your bedside table?"

Cole let out a shocked laugh while you wanted to climb under the table and hide.

Instead, you glared at your friend and she just shrugged as if to say "paybacks a bitch" for not telling her about Cole in the first place.

"I like you," Cole said, pointing at your friend. Then he turned back to you. "I've been here a few times to play, obviously, but I've never really gotten to explore. Wanna show an old friend around and catch up?"

"She'd love to," your friend answered for you. Then she nudged you with her elbow. "Give him your phone number."

After giving Cole your number, he said goodbye and went to join his friends at another table.

"You're welcome," your friend said.

You raised an eyebrow.

"I just got you a date with the hottest guy in hockey," she stated then grinned. "And if you're lucky, maybe he'll show you in person how he does those stretches he posts about on his socials that you like watching so much."

You shoved your friend's shoulder while she cackled.

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Imagine

When you ask Cole for a favor.

Cole: This is the last time, y/n.

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She Wants Coal

Cole Turner X Halliwell!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 790

Requested: Anon

Request: Hey can u do a cole turner x yn where shes a halliwell sis and wants to confess to cole that she likes him for Christmas her sisters dont know she likes him only leo and it has some comedy from leo keeping secret maybe something like leo says she just wants Cole (coal) for xmas good ending maybe a mistletoe plz do it

You were the youngest of the Halliwells and honestly, most people looked over you for your older sisters, they were the ones that held the power of three, they were the ones that the future was written about you were just along for the ride. Cole had been a friend to your sisters for a long time and in that time you had developed feelings for him, he always made sure to ask you about how you were or what you thought of a plan that your sisters had made.

Leo was the one who noticed and decided that he was going to talk to you about it "Hey can I ask you something?" He asked, this was the first time that you had both been away from your sisters, you were doing last-minute Christmas shopping for snacks and things you needed for dinner. "What?" You asked. "Do you like Cole?" He asked, the jar you were holding slipped from your hands, and Leo managed to catch it before it hit the ground. "You can't ask questions like that when I hold fragile objects." You glared at him and he smirked. "Well?" He asked. "Am I that obvious?" You asked. "Well no, you know I'm the only one that noticed anything, I think." He answered honestly. "Oh good." You sighed. "Are you going to tell him?" Leo asked. "Um… What?" You asked. "Are you going to tell him? You know it's Christmas, maybe you'll get the response you are looking for." Leo shrugged, you looked at the man and shook your head. "Unlikely." You mumbled. "He's the one who comes looking for you, you know sometimes he comes over to see you and gets roped into whatever your sisters are doing." He said and you looked at him and frowned. "Really?" You asked. "Just think about it." He suggested and you nodded.

You both headed home with everything that you needed, you were putting everything away while Piper started making some of the stuff needed for dinner and preparing the turkey for the next day. "So what's everyone hoping for, for Christmas?" Phoebe asked as she sat down at the table. "(Y/N)'s hoping for coal.” Leo mumbled and you elbowed him in the stomach as you glared at him. "What does that mean?" Piper asked. "Nothing." You answered, finishing your drink. "Nothing at all?" Phoebe asked. "I'm going to my room." You mumbled as you walked out of the kitchen, you were stopped by Leo by the door who leaned into you. "I'm sorry." He said softly and you glared at him. "You are terrible with secrets." You mumbled as you went back to your room.

Phoebe watched you leave before turning to Leo "what was that all about?" She asked. "What? Nothing." Leo answered as he walked over to the sink trying to occupy himself with something else. "You're terrible at lying," Phoebe smirked, he choked on the water he was drinking. "So what's going on?" "Nothing." He answered. "Your lying," Piper said raising an eyebrow and you looked at him. "I really shouldn't tell you." He mumbled and you looked at him and sighed. "So there is something going on," Phoebe smirked. "Just leave her alone okay, she's figuring out some things." Leo pleaded with them. "Maybe we can help her," Phoebe suggested. "No this is something she has to decide on her own," Leo said.

Christmas day came around and everyone seemed to forget about the previous day and just enjoyed the day and so did you until Cole walked through the door. You were leaning against the doorframe leading into the living room, you were watching your sisters opening the presents you got them "what are you doing here?" Cole asked as you looked back at him. "Nothing, just watching them." You answered and he smiled. "Hmm." He hummed "well since we're both here maybe we should uphold a different Christmas tradition." He pointed up to the mistletoe above you, you felt your heart leap as you realised what it was but you shook your head. "We can't." You mumbled. "Why is that?" He asked. "Because it will mean so much more to me than it will to you." You explained and he frowned. "How do you know that?" He asked. "Because you don't like me the way that I like you." You admitted and he smiled leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, linking your hands and pulling you closer to him. "That's not possible because I really like you." He whispered softly. "I uh…" You couldn't actually make a sentence, Cole just smiled before pulling you back into the living room to face your shocked sisters and a smirking whitelighter.

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Chapter 6: San Antonio Stroll

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: You can’t ask for much more than good friends and good times.

Word count: 3,620

Content/warnings: heavy drinking, accidental misogyny, friendship, flirting, country close dancing (that’s not an innuendo…yet), mentions of puke, curdled milk, improper treatment of plants (it’s ok tho bc they’re ugly flowers), swears

Author’s Note: Another chapter that made me giggle and kick my feet as I wrote it. I hope you enjoy—let me know if you did through comments, reblogs, and asks!! (And also likes)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You were in the corner of Bucky’s room, laying sideways across the armchair reading a book when he began to stir. He stretched and looked around, the late morning sun lighting up his sharp features and causing him to squint.

“Well good morning, sleeping beauty.” Bucky’s eyes finally found you as he let out a groan and flopped back into bed, turning over and pulling the covers with him.

“What happened?” Came muffled from under the comforter. You laughed and shifted to get up, walking to the side of his bed and crouching down. You carefully slid your hand under the bedding and flipped it open to be met by the sapphire eyes of the mob boss, framed by his messy morning hair. He smiled slightly at the sight of you, causing his eyes to sparkle even more on top of the way they were lit up by the sun’s morning glow.

“You passed out. Do you remember?” You didn’t specifically mention the kiss, but based on the way Bucky hid his face against the mattress and nodded, you knew he did.

“Why? How did I get here? What time is it?” You laughed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Well, according to Steve, you haven’t been sleeping all week and were being kept up by the adrenaline with that whole situation Thursday into yesterday. The second I got out, you collapsed, probably from a mixture of exhaustion and finally feeling safety, which counteracted that adrenaline. That’s what Decks said, at least.”

Bucky’s head cocked to the side as he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Yesterday? You got out yesterday? I thought you got out today.”

You shook your head. “No, Bucky. You’ve been sleeping for twenty hours. It’s Saturday.”

His eyes went wide and he shot up out of bed. “What!? You’re telling me I lost a whole day!? What about all the chores that needed finished? Or the rest of the other business dealings I had to direct?”

You ran your hand through his hair and down to his cheek to calm him down. “It’s all been taken care of. Steve closed up the rest of your business dealings, including Jake. Said he did his job and you would’ve called him ‘a good boy,’ so he’s visiting his mom right now before the jet flies him back tomorrow.”

Bucky nodded along, letting out an exhale of a small laugh at how well Steve knew him. You continued. “While Steve took care of things here, Sam drove back to the city to handle everything there, but otherwise everyone else stayed and is leaving tomorrow. Well, everyone except your construction crew. They’re staying until all tunnels are stabilized.”

“And the farm?” You were surprised at his concern over the land, something more than what directly applied to him.

“Curtis is out there right now. There’s not much to do, because according to him, ‘Bucky ran around like a busy bee doing all the chores with his nervous energy.’”

Bucky laughed. “He’s not wrong. And I encouraged Steve to do the same.”

“Yeah, I’m not surprised. But speaking of Curtis, you should thank him. He’s the one who carried you all the way over here and up the stairs.”

“So what do you think? Another night at the bar will do it? Drinks on me?” Bucky waggled his eyebrows.

When Bucky got up and showered, he changed into jeans and a comfy shirt before galloping down the steps. There, he saw Decks and Steve sitting on the couch chatting, each drinking a small glass of chocolate milk, as he made his way to your office.

The door was open, so he peeked his head in to see you closely examining several papers sprawled out. You tore your glance from the blinding white sheets and rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands. “Hey, you were in here? I saw some stuff was moved around.”

Bucky nodded slowly, coming into your office fully and gently closing the door. “Yeah. I took a look at that contract the dairy girl left on your desk.” Bucky gestured to the one in your hand.

You felt the compulsion to laugh at his statement, the way he refused to say Cole’s name, but kept your lips tight and sighed instead. “Now, Bucky, you know I’m technically a ‘dairy girl,’ right? Please don’t insult me and my efforts in your attempts to make a jab at Cole. I know he sucks, trust me.”

Bucky winced at his mistake. No one in his line of work would’ve batted an eye at a statement like that, but he was starting to realize just how deep the misogyny ran. You were so capable, and Cole and Lloyd really thought they had the authority to push you out. Although, they probably would have done that no matter your gender, but the point was, they were entitled pricks.

“My bad, Honeybee. Won’t happen again. But yes, I do want to tell you that the law firm that Cole’s associated with has ties to a bad guy. Like, certifiably insane. He fights dirty, so I’ve got Sam looking into it all. That’s probably why he went back so soon.”

You nodded slowly, trying to hide the concern of how your small operation had gotten itself into this entangled web of a mess, but honestly, it could have been a coincidence. You had also read a page of Bucky’s notes which had been scrawled haphazardly, denoting everything that Jake had said about their interaction. At the bottom of that page was an additional note ‘train to handle interrogation better on plane ride home.’ You laughed at that; Jake was always a little too honest for his own good.

But thinking back to the mess you were in, Cole probably would have gone for your farm either way, tied with Lloyd or not, thanks to Jake’s loose lips.

Bucky could see you ruminating and making connections. He confirmed your thoughts. “If it helps at all, I don’t think Lloyd or Cole know who you’re working with. Lloyd hasn’t been around, and Cole can’t put my name to a face. If they had done so already, we might be dealing with something different.” He shrugged.

You knew it shouldn’t have that quickly, but Bucky’s statement provided you with relief. After the past few days, you could see how many men he must’ve had at his disposal if he only sent you a skeleton crew for what was done at the farm. He was calculated and smart, and it was beyond comforting.

Just then, there was a knock at the door and Decks came in, holding a large vase at full arm’s length. It was stuffed with blueish hydrangeas: your least favorite flower.

That was when the smell hit you and Bucky like a wall, the both of you squeezing your noses shut as you shouted with a nasally voice. “Ugh! Decks, get that out of here. Where the hell did those come from?”

She ran back towards the front door, where Steve was holding it open, to set them on the porch. “Just got delivered. Don’t worry, I’ve smelled worse. There’s a card here.”

Everyone else stood back, hands covering their airways as she plucked the small piece of paper from the petals and read it out loud.

“Peach, can’t wait to milk our deal together. -Cole”

Everyone exchanged glances, disgusted by the weirdly suggestive statement, as Decks pulled the hydrangeas out of the vase and tossed them into the yard. She knew how much you hated them. She peered into the vase and gave it a sniff.

“He put the flowers in milk…and,” she sniffed again, “lemon juice?”

The two of you exchanged a glance and you laughed at how foolish Cole was. You could tell Bucky and Steve were utterly confused, so you explained as Decks walked into the yard with the vase. The smell was far away enough now that you didn’t need to cover your nose.

“First off, I hate hydrangeas, so I’m glad Decks knew to get those little bitches out of my face. The only cool thing about them is they change color based on pH. So if they’re in an acidic environment, they’ll turn blue, one of the Turner farms signature colors. I’m sure Cole thought he was being so cute, putting flowers in a vase of milk, but milk is hardly acidic enough to cause any color change, so his smart ass thought lemon juice would be the solution. It worked, but at the cost of curdling the milk.”

You scrunched your face in disgust as Steve and Bucky mirrored it, the three of you looking out into the yard where Decks was shaking the vase vigorously, trying to get all the solids out. She reached for the garden hose and sprayed it out, the force of the stream moving the vase a few feet. She turned off the hose and grabbed the vase, stomping back into the house and slipping off her shoes.

Decks shoved the vase into Steve’s chest and he cradled it with an oof.

“Finish cleaning that. And dump out my glass. I won’t be able to drink milk again for months.” She grumbled. You looked to her as she was retreating from the living room.

“Where are you going?” She turned to look at you briefly.

“To take a shower.” Her head whipped back around.

She continued to stomp up the stairs before gesturing aggressively with her arms above her head. “WHY DO GUYS ALWAYS SEND YOU WEIRD SHIT LIKE THAT!?”

Steve looked at the vase in his hands and rubbed the back of his neck. “I think I’m gonna need a shower, too, after this.”

Once evening came, everyone was finally clean and ready to go, including Curtis, who had come back shortly after the hydrangea incident.

You considered piling the five of you into one car, but Curtis offered to drive, as well, taking Steve and Decks with him as you and Bucky drove in your truck. Curtis figured he’d go home after the bar, anyway, since your house was crowded enough with the extra guests.

As you and Bucky wound around the country roads toward town, he spoke up. “So Decks, she’s quite the character…”

You laughed and nodded, one hand on the wheel while you continued to look forward at the road. “Oh yeah, for sure. I mean, she’s been there for a lot. You’ve gotta be a little crazy to live in close quarters with someone for four years straight like we did. We’ve each got our own things.”

Bucky gave a small chuckle. “I guess it’s good to have someone who knows you so well, though.”

You hummed in agreement, not sure where he was leading this. “And she and Curtis seem close, too. Did she spend a lot of time out here when you were in school?”

You stole a glance at Bucky quickly, catching his inquisitive face. “Yeah, she’d come here for summers and some long weekends. The three of us get along really well.”

Both of you paused before Bucky broke the silence. “So did anything ever happen between the two of them?”

There it was. Who was he asking this for? “Why, asking for a friend? Asking for Stevie?”

Bucky shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. “Just curious.”

You gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. “Uh huh, well you’re lucky I’ll indulge your curiosity because I’m rooting for them, too. To answer your question, no, nothing ever happened. Her place is in the city, and I don’t think Curtis will ever leave here. This is home. They are really good friends, though, sometimes I think they like each other more than they like me.”

Bucky laughed. “That’s how I feel about you and Steve, even though I’m the one who’s been around here the most.”

You gave him a shrug. “Some people just get each other.”

You and Curtis pulled into the bar, parking next to each other. The five of you emerged from the trucks, denim and flannel-clad and ready for a night out.

As you walked in and up to a few empty stools. Curtis hung back, having a word with the bouncer and handing him a sheet of paper, then patting him on the back. The bartender who took your orders was super sweet, and she must’ve been new since you’d never seen her around before.

“I’m not sure what the big guy back there wants quite yet, but I say just make him something good and he’ll be happy.” You pointed a thumb over your shoulder towards Curtis, bumping into where Bucky’s hand was draped as he stood to your other side. The bartender smiled and nodded as Bucky pulled you in closer to his ribs and talked lowly by your ear.

“You and Decks wanna pick out some food while Steve and I grab a booth and a pool table?” You nodded and patted his chest before holding out your hand.

“Sounds good, Bucket. Gimme your black card so I can start a tab.” He smiled and obliged, digging into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. Once you handed the card to the bartender, he walked away and Decks came up beside you.

“Oh, we’re definitely pushing that card to the limit tonight.”

You laughed and nodded with her. “Agreed.”

You sat under Bucky’s arm in the booth, watching Steve teach Decks how to play pool. Little did he know, Decks was even better than you, in fact, at all games you played.

You laughed into your empty beer glass and reached for the pitcher to refill it when you saw Curtis leaning over the bar.

“It’s been forever. I can’t believe he went back over there.” You noted. “Something must’ve caught his eye.” You knew exactly what. It was someone.

When Curtis had come to join the four of you at the table earlier, Bucky had made a toast. “To new friends and the safety of Honeybee.”

Everyone clinked their glasses together. “To Honeybee.” You giggled as everyone took a sip and Curtis was gone the next second.

He claimed a seat at the bar and hadn’t moved since, making heart eyes at the new bartender. You were happy for him. He worked so hard, he deserved this kind of break, and she seemed sweet.

Bucky nodded along to your previous statement, but you could tell something else in the corner had drawn his attention. You were an hour in and Bucky had already probably doubled the rounds you’d taken.

He looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m gonna ride the mechanical bull.” You put a hand on his chest and could feel his speeding heartbeat.

“Slow down. Learn how to ride a horse first, champ. And then, maybe you can do it.”

Bucky shook his head, not wanting to hear what you had to say as he slid out of the booth and walked past the bar, slapping a hand on Curtis’s shoulder as he made his way to the mechanical bull on the far end.

You rose from your seat as Steve and Decks set down their pool cues, following you to stand by Curtis. The four of you, along with the new bartender, watched as Bucky spoke to the operator and got up on the bull. Steve and Decks were clapping and shouting words of encouragement while you looked on in terror. This man could literally not sit on a stationary horse by himself, and he wanted to ride the bull? Well, no use in trying to talk him down now.

You could hear Curtis through the other screams coming around you. “Buck, hold on tight! I am not carrying you up the stairs again if you get knocked down.”

You laughed at that as you began to clap, a huge, yet tentative, smile beaming on you face in anticipation of what was about to go down. The bull started off slow, rocking Bucky back and forth, but it picked up quickly. You watched as his body began to flail, the bull whipping around until it spun, launching him off to the side from the inertia.

The whole bar began to cheer and whoop. He lasted 8.7 seconds.

Another hour later found you and Decks standing by the bar, sipping another drink the bartender who Curtis called ‘Cherry’ had made for you. You were talking about the two mob bosses over at the pool table. Well, you knew what they were, but Decks didn’t yet, although you believed she and Curtis had their suspicions.

You jolted with excitement when a familiar song came through the speakers.

“Oh! You love this one! You remember the dance I showed you in college? I think you’ve got some new guests to teach!” You looked over to Decks as she playfully rolled her eyes.

You danced your way over to Bucky and dragged him out on the dance floor, catching Steve having an animated conversation across the bar on your way over.

You spun Bucky around and pulled him close. “You ready to learn, cowboy?”

Bucky laughed, taking his hat off and putting it on your head. “Lead the way, partner.”

You two-stepped around the dance floor with the music, keeping your eyes on the top of Bucky’s head as he stared down at your feet, trying not to step on them. Unsuccessfully, you might add, but it was adorable to see him trying to fit himself into another part of your world.

“I think it’s time for a break.” This came after a particularly hard stomp on your big toe, you holding in a yelp and Bucky sheepishly looking up at you as he guided you both back to the bar.

Another drink later, and you were spry as a young calf, ready to go for a round of line dancing.

“Come on Bucket, let’s go boot scoot!” Your voice grew louder with another drink, and Bucky was already three sheets to the wind.

After the two intensive rounds, you both flopped down into the booth, Bucky slumped with his head on your shoulder and arm wrapped tightly around your waist. He was being surprisingly affectionate, speaking against your neck.

“How are you so good at everything?” He mumbled. You stroked his hair and kissed the top of his sweaty head, looking around the bar for your friends. You spotted Decks an Steve making their way over to you from where they had just been chatting with Curtis.

You continued to pet Bucky’s head. “If you guys are, I think we’re ready to go. Bucket here is gonna need one for himself. If we get another drink, I fear he might puke.”

Steve bent down to get a better look at Bucky’s face, flicking him in the temple. Bucky’s face scrunched up in annoyance as he sloppily threw out an arm, swatting at Steve.

Steve stood back up. “Yeah, I think we’re good to go, too. Curtis is gonna stay through closing to give Cherry a ride home. I can drive your truck, though. We already closed out the tab.”

He held out his hand and you tossed him the keys. Steve stuffed them in his pocket as you did your best to shove Bucky’s dense, muscular body out of the booth. You watched as Steve bent down and lifted Bucky over his shoulder.

“Steeb, you’re so strong.” You faintly heard Bucky whisper.

Steve chuckled and adjusted him in a fireman’s carry and took him out of the bar, Decks ahead to get the doors.

You hopped up in the back of the truck to help as Steve tossed Bucky in behind you and drove home. Upon arriving, Steve lifted Bucky again, this time setting him down in his bed.

Bucky woke up to the sound of laughter, causing his head to bounce slightly. He looked up and hardly opened his eyes to see your smiling face.

You were laying on your back, propped up against some pillows. Bucky’s arm was slung across your stomach, his leg thrown to be in between yours and his head nestled in your chest.

“I can’t believe you crawled into bed with me.” Bucky smirked and spoke through his cheek smushed against you.

You laughed even harder. “Bucky, what are you talking about? This is my room. You crawled into bed with me.”

His eyes grew wide before he closed them again in satisfaction, nestling in closer to you, getting more comfortable.

“I don’t know when or how that happened, but I’ll own it.” A soft, sleepy smile took over his face.

You continued to stroke his hair. “Despite your rough exterior you put on for strangers, you’ve really got a way with people, ya know? Like when you helped the Carters and got us those free drinks?”

Bucky hummed and squeezed your waist tighter.

“Decks told me you helped them out again. They offered to pay for drinks last night, too?” Bucky nodded.

“Well it’s not as easy as it seems, Honey. But yeah, she thought we were best friends, Mrs. Carter. She even called me Jamie.”

You looked down as Bucky began to trace shapes against the bare skin under your sleep shirt. “Jamie? I like that. What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, nothing’s really wrong, I guess, it’s just that no one has called me that since my ma. It’s kinda reserved for someone special… But I do like the way it sounds coming from you.”

He turned to kiss your palm that had made its way to his cheek.

“Okay, Jamie.”

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[jensengirl83]

Unsung Verses Chapter 18

Dean x reader

Word Count-3328

Warnings- Angst, a little fluff 

A/N-  Thank you to @deanwanddamons for being my beta. And a HUGE thank you to @wonder-cole and @flamencodiva for being my cheerleaders, ears to listen to my ideas, and having my back and helping me get the inspiration to write this series again!! I love you both!

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“Y/N, I can’t feel my legs!” 

“What?” she was stunned, turning to look at him. 

“I can’t feel my legs, Freddie!” he shouted in a panic. 

“Hold on. I’m going to get the doctor now! I’ll be right back,” she was out the door to find his doctor as fast as she could, finding her and returning to Dean’s room quickly. 

“I’m Dr. Hanscum. I’m glad to see you awake,” the bubbly blonde announced, “What are you concerned about right now?” 

“I’m concerned that I can’t feel my damn legs!” Dean pointed down to his extremities, obviously outraged. 

“Dean!” Y/N chastised him. The doctor was trying to help. 

“I’m sorry,” he huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I’m just a little worried I don’t have the use of my legs.” 

“I can understand that. We need to take a look at that TBI first, though,” Dr. Hanscum smiled, walking over to take a look at his head injuries. 

“TBI?” he had no idea what they were talking about. 

“Traumatic brain injury,” Y/N whispered, still feeling the guilt. 

“So, I can’t use my legs, and I have a busted head? Great,” His sarcasm was thick. 

“Yes, you do have a ‘busted head’, but we’re going to try and fix that, yeah? And then we can worry about the legs,” the doctor laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but Dean didn’t seem to find it funny. 

“Fine. What do we need to do to fix it, Dr. Hanscum?” he whined, getting frustrated. 

“First, call me Donna. Second, we need to take you for a CT scan. Check to see if the swelling has gone down and if you’re still going to need brain surgery.” 

“What?! Sorry, doc, but you’re not cutting on my head,” he was adamant, earning a glare from Y/N. 

“Dean...If you need the surgery to survive, you don’t really have a choice,” Y/N groaned, losing her patience with his stubbornness. 

“Yeah, I do. I could just let it end me,” he quipped, regretting it instantly when he saw her face, “I’m sorry, Freddie.”

“Can we have a minute, please?” Y/N asked, knowing that Dean wouldn’t talk freely with Donna in the room. 

“You betcha! Just call for me when you want me to come back.”

Once the door to his room was closed, she turned to him, and he knew what she was going to say, “What the hell, Dean? Just let it end you? Why would you say that?” 

“Freddie, I’m scared, okay! Would you want someone cracking open your cabeza?” 

“If it meant I got to live, then yes. I would let them do the surgery,” she huffed. 

“What if…” but she interrupted him. 

“What if you didn’t wake up at all? What if I had to go on living without you? What if’s are pointless right now,” she said with tears in her eyes. 

“You still love me…” he was in awe. 

“What’s love got to do with it? If you need the surgery, do it,” she pouted. 

“Okay, Tina Turner, calm down,” he chuckled, proud of his joke. 

“This isn’t a time for jokes, Dean,” she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Sweetheart, if I didn’t joke, I’d cry,” his voice solemn as he hung his head. 

“I can’t imagine how hard this is, but you have people to lean on, people who need you to get better,” she consoled him, running her hand up and down his arm. 

“I know, so, go get the doc. Let’s hear what she has to say about this damn scan she wants to do,” his pout causing her to smile. 

She placed a kiss on his forehead before walking out to find Donna. While he was alone, his mind started to race. It was clear that she still loved him, but she hadn’t mentioned anything about taking him back. Of course, he had been conscious for less than an hour. Maybe he just needed to be patient and hope that this was their road to reconciliation. He wanted her, no, needed her in his life. She was his world, and he couldn’t imagine living it without her by his side. His inner monologue was interrupted when Y/N and Donna came back into the room. 

“Hey, Doc. How about we get this scan over with,” he half smiled, not looking forward to what they may find. 

“Sounds like a plan. Let’s get you going, then,” Donna smiled as the nurse started to wheel him out of the room. 

“You’ll be here when I come back, right?” his eyes wide as he asked Y/N if she’d be waiting on him. 

“I’ll be sitting in this chair. Now, go get that head scanned,” she giggled, trying to lighten the mood. 

She kept the smile on her face until he disappeared through the door. Once he was out of sight, she broke down in tears again. She was grateful he was awake, but he still wasn’t out of the woods yet. It was certain that he had a TBI, but knowing he couldn’t feel his legs was devastating. She couldn’t shake the idea that he may never be able to walk again, and that would destroy him. She knew him well enough to know that he’d never be able to accept that, and she hoped with all her being that he would walk again one day. 

“Where’s Dean?” Sam’s question broke her train of thought. 

“He woke up, and they are doing a CT scan to see the severity of his TBI,” she stated, trying to hide she’d been crying. 

“He’s awake?!” Mary gasped. 

“Yeah, he is,” Y/N couldn’t contain her smile. No matter what they found in the scan, Dean was awake and talking. That was leaps and bounds, considering they didn’t know if he would make it through the night. 

“Thank God. Now let’s hope that it’s not so bad and he’ll be back on his feet in no time,” John sighed, relief on his face. Y/N froze. They didn’t know…

“Well, yes, he’s awake and talking, but he can’t feel his legs,” Her voice trailed off, not wanting to have to deliver such despairing news. 

“What?!” They all shouted in unison, even Sam joining in. 

“I know...He’s scared, but he’s not going to admit it. The doctor wanted to check his brain before she addressed the leg issue,” her voice started to quiver against her will. 

“He’ll never be the same if he can’t ever walk again,” Sam whispered, clearly upset for his brother. 

“I know, Sam. That’s what was going through my mind when y’all walked in,” Y/N whined. 

Sam crossed the room in a few strides, wrapping Y/N in his arms. Feeling his embrace around her brought on fresh tears. She clung to her friend desperately and let all her emotions out, eventually feeling his tears dampening the top of her head. Before she knew what was going on, more arms wrapped around them. John, Mary, and Jess had joined in and were shedding tears for their son and brother-in-law. After a few minutes, Y/N pulled back, wiping her tears on her sleeve. 

“Guys, Dean doesn’t need to see us like this. He’s going to have a hard enough road to travel. He doesn’t need to worry about us, too,” she stated, straightening her shoulders in an attempt to gather herself. 

“You’re right, honey. He needs us to be strong for him now,” Mary echoed Y/N’s sentiment. 

They all nodded in agreement as the door opened, the nurse bringing Dean back into the room. He had a small smile on his face seeing everyone waiting for him. Knowing he had such a support system made him feel better about the road ahead of him. With all of them, he knew he could get through anything. 

“Well, hello to the welcome wagon,” he chuckled as the nurse put his bed back in place and locked the brakes. 

“Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” Mary was the first one to reach him. 

“I’ll be okay, Mom. You worry too much,” he grumbled, hoping to keep his condition under wraps.

“I know everything, Dean,” she scolded him, his eyes shooting daggers at Y/N. 

“Really? Did you have to tell them?” he argued. 

“Yes, Dean. They need to know the truth. None of us can help you if we don’t know everything we are dealing with,” Y/N stood her ground. 

“What you’re dealing with? Last time I checked, I’m the one bedridden here!” he growled, getting annoyed. 

“Exactly! You can’t use your legs right now. How do you expect anyone to help you if they don’t know what they need to do?!” She threw her hands up in frustration. 

“I’m fine, Y/N. I’ll get through this,” he mumbled. 

“Fine. Then I’m going to go. You have plenty of other people to help you. I don’t need to be here,” she grabbed her purse and was heading for the door when his voice stopped her. It was broken and pitiful. 

“Please, Freddie, stay. I’m sorry,” he was begging with his eyes, “Can you guys give us a minute?” 

His family nodded, filing out of the room one by one, leaving just the two of them. 

“Baby, listen. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I’m so scared. What if I never walk again? I don’t want to be a burden to you or my family,” his voice was so quiet, a tear escaping down his cheek. 

“Dean Winchester, you listen to me! No matter what happens, you are not and will never be a burden! We will all do whatever it takes to help you and take care of you,” She didn’t want to be too stern but wanted him to get her point. 

“I just want to be normal again,” he whimpered, his lip quivering with the threat of more tears. 

“Who says you won’t be? We don’t know what the tests are going to show. Wait and see what the doctor says before you worry that pretty little head too much,” she smiled, patting his cheek. 

“You think I have a pretty head?” he laughed, making her giggle as well. 

“You know I do,” she rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance. 

“Well, I’m nowhere near as beautiful as you, baby,” No joking tone could be found in his voice. 

“Okay, Casanova. Let’s cool it down and see what’s going on with you.” 

“Are we ever going to talk about it again?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. 

“About what?” She was slightly confused. 

“Us,” his tone of voice was the most serious she had heard in a long time. 

“Dean…” 

“Seriously, Y/N. Don’t you think we need to talk about it?” 

“We do, but now is not that time. You need to focus on getting better. That’s all I care about right now,” she sighed, not wanting to think about what had happened between them. 

“Okay…” he whispered as he laid his head back, closing his eyes and giving up for now.

2 weeks later

“Good news!” Donna greeted them as she walked in, “The new scans show that your TBI isn’t near as bad as we thought. No surgery required!” 

“Good to hear, doc. What about my legs?” Dean asked with trepidation. 

“From your scans, it looks to be temporary. Your spine needs time to heal, and let all the swelling go away.” 

“How long?” That was what he wanted to be answered. 

“That I can’t tell you. It could be as little as a couple weeks to as long as a few months. Just do your physical therapy and give it time,” she smiled, hoping that would appease him. 

“What am I supposed to do until then?!” he remarked. 

“You’ll have to have help. I’m sorry. I know that’s not what you wanted to hear, but that’s just how it is. Now, do you have someone you can stay with that can help you out?” Donna looked around the room. 

“He can come home with us,” Mary volunteered. 

“Mom, I don’t want to go back to Kansas.” 

“Yeah, he doesn’t need to travel that far,” Donna agreed, “Anyone local that you can stay with?” 

Y/N watched as Sam and Jess looked at each other. She knew they would offer to keep him, but with the little things Y/N had noticed lately, they would need their guest room. Jess had been getting sick at random times and unknowingly placing her hand on her belly. Y/N wouldn’t call them out, letting them share the news on their own time, but she couldn’t expect them to give all their attention to Dean. 

“He’ll stay with me,” Y/N spoke up before anyone else could offer. 

“What?” they all said simultaneously. 

“It makes sense. I have the room and the time. He doesn’t have to worry about elevators and stairs going up to Sam’s penthouse. I’m closer to the hospital for his therapies, too,” she argued, knowing she was right but not willing to let them know that she was letting her guilt about the accident sway her decision. 

“Are you sure, Freddie?” Dean was in shock at her offer. These last two weeks, she hadn’t uttered a word about the status of their relationship and was now offering to take care of him. 

“I’m sure.” 

“But, Y/N, y’all’s room is upstairs,” Sam butted in. 

“I know my room is upstairs. Dean has his choice of three guest rooms downstairs,” she said bluntly, not noticing the pain that appeared on Dean’s face. 

“Seems it’s settled then,” Donna cut in, “I’ll have your discharge papers and instructions for how to take care of the injuries printed out, and you can go home later. Sound good?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Dean saluted her, making everyone laugh and lightening the awkwardness that was now filling the room. 

“Well, now that’s taken care of, I guess we’ll be going home soon,” Mary grimaced, not wanting to leave Dean behind in the condition he was in. 

“You and Dad can stay with us,” Sam offered, making his parents smile. 

“See, Mom. You can still be here and keep an eye on me,” Dean joked. 

“I just want to make sure you’re okay. Not that I don’t think Y/N will do a good job taking care of you, it’s just you're my baby, and I want to be close,” she teared up and hid her face in John’s chest. 

“I get it. Actually, it will be nice to have you around if I need to leave the house. It will be a help to me, Mary.” Y/N hugged her, knowing she was still traumatized from everything that had happened. 

“Can we all stop being so emotional? He’s getting to go home for Pete’s sake,” John grumbled. 

“Pete’s sake?” Dean asked, trying to keep from smiling. 

“Yes, son. I don’t have to have a vulgar mouth all the time, unlike someone I know.” 

“Who could you ever be talking about?” Dean faked innocence. 

“You!” everyone yelled in unison, the entire room bursting into laughter. 

“Home sweet home,” Y/N said as she wheeled Dean through the door of the house in his now required wheelchair. 

“I’ll just be glad to sleep in a normal damn bed,” he sighed. 

“I can agree. Sleeping at the hospital isn’t the best accommodation,” she laughed. 

“How are you feeling?” she questioned, sitting him beside the couch. 

“Happy to be free,” he chuckled, “I know I’ll feel better somewhere I’m comfortable.” 

“Yeah, you will. Are you hungry?” she walked towards the kitchen, trying to dodge the somewhere comfortable comment. 

“I could eat.” 

“What do you want?” 

He had to stop himself from making the vulgar comment that ran through his head. 

“Anything is fine, sweetheart,” He saw her flinch at the nickname, and it made his heart hurt. He missed her. 

“Sandwich and chips?” she yelled from the kitchen. 

“That’s good.” 

She walked back in with his food and sat down on the couch beside him, handing him his plate. She stayed quiet while he ate, and it made him wonder if she was regretting her decision to let him stay. She was also wondering the same thing. Seeing him back in the house brought up feelings and memories she wanted to hide away, but that wasn’t happening. If anything, it was bringing them to the forefront, making her decision to be apart harder by the day. 

“You okay over there?” his voice made her jump. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” She forced a smile, standing up to walk away. 

“Where are you going?” He knew she was lying. 

“To make up your room. If you hadn’t noticed, I was always at the hospital. I haven’t had time to fix it yet,” she smirked, walking into what would be his room. 

He sat and watched as she walked away. He knew he had to bring up a conversation about where they were going but didn’t know how to broach the subject. All he knew was that he still wanted her with all he had. She was and would always be the love of his life, and all he could think about was having her back in his arms. He didn’t know if it would happen, but he could dream. 

“All done,” she chuckled as he appeared back in the living room. 

“Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate all this,” he stated humbly. 

“You’re welcome, Dean,” she smiled softly, taking his breath away. 

“You’re so damn beautiful,” He let it slip before he could stop himself. 

“Dean…” 

“Y/N, look, I know we’ve had our issues. Hell, lots of them, but can we just admit that we both still feel something for each other? I almost died, for fuck’s sake! I don’t want to have any regrets if something were to happen. I’m still so in love with you, Freddie. I know I made mistakes, and I know I’ll make more, but can you please find it in your heart to forgive me? I’ll never need anyone like I need you. So please, at least think about giving me another chance to prove that you’re all I’ve ever wanted and will until my dying day.” 

“I don’t know, Dean. You’ve really hurt me, and I don’t think I can go through that again,” she looked him in the eye, “You know I still love you. We were going to get married, but with the drinking, the stuff with Lisa, and then Cassie….” 

“I told you about what I said to Cassie! You only heard part of the conversation, sweetheart,” he reached out and cupped her cheek, “Do you honestly think that I could ever want anyone but you? You’re my forever, Freddie.” 

“I can’t take you back right now,” His hand fell away from her face like he had been shocked, “But, I will tell you that we’ll see how it goes with us living together as friends again. If it goes well, I’ll consider it.” 

“Baby,” he whimpered, her words slowly mending a small part of his heart, “That’s all I could ever ask.” 

“Okay then. Let’s get you to bed, Romeo,” They both laughed as she got him in his room and in bed. 

“Night, Freddie,” 

“Night, Angus.” 

She closed the door and made her way back to the couch, flopping down with a sigh. She couldn’t believe she agreed to what he had asked, but then again, what could it hurt? She knew that if it didn’t work out this time, she would have to leave. Her heart couldn’t take being around him if he wasn’t hers. She sent up a prayer that it would work this time, wanting nothing more than to be what they once were. Whether that would happen or not was another thing entirely.

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[holylulusworld]

Puppy

Summary: You meet a clingy but sweet guy.

Pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader

Warnings: clingy Cole, meet cute, fluff

“Wait, miss. You lost this,” a cute guy chases after you. He pants as he finally catches up with you. “You forgot—” he wheezes. “Phew…I ran faster than I thought.”

“Oh, my wallet,” you smile sweetly at the guy selling you a plant moments ago. “I would forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.” He laughs and hands you your wallet.

“You’re very welcome, miss. Uh-I’m Cole by the way. I sold you the plant.” He nervously babbles. “Do you want me to carry the plant to your car?”

You chuckle. It’s a small plant, and he seems a little too eager for your taste. But you hold out your hand and tell him your name. “Y/N, thank you again. No, the plant isn’t heavy, I’ve got this.”

His face falls, and his eyes sadden. Cole wrings his hands, and he struggles to find a way to invite you. “Maybe next time.”

“How can I thank you?” you try to be polite. Cole seems to be nervous around women, and a little shy. “Do you want to go for coffee? You’re invited.”

“Coffee? Now? I mean,” he flashes you a sweet smile. “Oh…okay…wait. I’ll tell Edna to watch my stall.” He runs off but stops in his tracks to look over his shoulder. “You’ll be here when I come back, right?”

“Sure. I invited you for coffee,” you playfully say. “Remember? It was like ten seconds ago.”

“I’ll be right back.” This time he runs off to talk with one of the other stall owners.

“So…uh are you single?” He walks next to you. Cole holds the coffee you bought him in a tight grip, almost crushing the cup in his hand. “Crap. I didn’t want to overstep. Sorry. I sometimes babble when I’m around a pretty woman.”

“I wouldn’t have invited you for coffee if I was taken,” you stop walking to wrap your hand around his wrist. He’s the right amount of cute and confused. Like a lost puppy and you kinda of like being the confident one for once. “How about you?”

“Free as a bird,” he rolls his eyes at his words and internally curses himself. If he messes this spontaneous date up, he will kick his own ass. “I’m single.” Cole hastily adds. “What brings you here, Y/N?”

“I wanted to buy a plant,” you joke, “and honey.”

Cole smiles widely. His heart flutters a little when you look up at him.

“Shoot, look at the time. I got to go. I need to check on a few e-mails and call my boss.”

He sighs and nods. Somewhere between walking to the coffee shop and going for a walk, he messed things up again. 

“That was nice, though,” you lick your lips. “We should do this again. Maybe next time we can have lunch together, or brunch. I don’t know what the kids these days do on their second date.”

Cole furrows his brows. His eyes light up and he grins. “I could invite you for dinner or cook for you. Maybe we can have lunch and coffee… or a walk in the park. I know a perfect spot.”

“Cole,” you place your hand on his chest and look up at him, “relax. You’ve got ten out of ten. I want to see you again, so…relax.” You stand on tiptoes to peck his lips. “Just you know, I don’t kiss a guy on a first date.”

He nods and swallows thickly when you grab his phone to save your number. “I can bring a new plant to our next date.”

“Just bring you,” you cup the back of his neck to bring Cole down for a kiss. “That will be enough…”

“Hey it’s me…uh Cole. I called to ask if we wanted to meet at six or seven. Call me if you have time.” 

You checked on your mailbox only to find you missed ten calls from Cole.

You sigh deeply.

Cole is a sweet guy, and you liked him from the beginning, but this is a little much.

It’s been barely two days since you met and he won't stop calling and sending messages.

“Hey, it’s me again…Cole.” 

The last message almost sounds desperate. 

“I didn’t want to scare you off. I’m sorry. Fuck…I always mess things up. I understand if you don’t want to see me again.”

You are about to delete all of his messages and forget about Cole. He’s a little too clingy for your taste.

Your finger hovers over the button, ready to block Cole but your eyes land on the plant, and you change your mind.

Instead of deleting his number, you call him back. He deserves a second chance.

Cole immediately answers the phone, making you chuckle. 

“Hi, sorry. I couldn’t take your calls. I thought about cooking tonight. I have the rest of the week off and wanted to ask if you have time to join me for dinner tonight.”

He tells you that he'll be there. Of course, he does. Cole waited two days for you to answer his calls or messages.

Cole may be a lost puppy, but he’s your puppy and you won’t let him slip through your fingers. 

You always had a thing for sweet guys…

Part 2

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