#HIS BICEPS TOO OMG but mostly his face. i want to kiss him so bad 😭 i want to give him gifts and sniff him he smells expensive or like

[sukirichi]

i’m so normal about aiku haha

[pedrito-friskito]

Can I Have Santiago Garcia With 🦦 Pls

omg omg omg okay okay I had an instant idea with this so here we go!

honestly this is the first santi thing I’m actually POSTING (I have a wip that has been left unfinished for far too long) but here goes nothing!!

all he ever wanted - santiago garcia x fem!reader

warnings: none except fluff? canon-divergence as this ignores that santi went to australia after colombia, mentions of pregnancy, santi’s a big ol’ nerd and I love him

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“I’m just saying,” he calls from the bathroom, words slurred around his toothbrush, “I think it could be fun!”

“Fun,” you repeat, rolling your eyes, focus returning to the laptop in front of you. “This is not a trip to an amusement park, Santiago. This is a lifelong commitment.”

There’s a pause, the sound of water running and him spitting into the sink, and then the bathroom light flicks off and he steps out, left hand held up, ring finger sticking up like he’s flipping you off. The silver wedding band glints in the light coming from your nightstand. “How’s this for lifelong commitment, baby?” he quips, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

You roll your eyes, shutting your laptop and setting it on the nightstand. As soon as you’ve done that, Santi lunges for you, pushing you back on the bed, sprawling beside you. He props his head on his elbow, peering down at you, his other hand roaming your body, rucking up the t-shirt of his you’ve claimed as your own, warm palm skimming across your stomach. “You’d look so pretty pregnant,” he murmurs, and his eyes are twinkling a little. “Besides, you’ve seen my baby pictures, mija. Do you have any idea how cute our kids are gonna be?”

“Oh, I’m fully aware,” you reply, letting your hand skim up his arm, over his bicep and across his pec. He’s bare-chested, and his dog tags dangle against his sternum. You hook your fingers in the chain, tugging it toward you, forcing him to lower his head until you can lean up and kiss his pretty mouth. “It’s just not something I could do without you, Santi.” Your hand closes around his tags, feeling the imprint of the metal pressing into your palm.

“Mija,” he starts, and his eyes drop shut, the hard line of his jaw ticking. “You know I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come home to you.”

“I know that,” you reply, tugging on his tags again. He pushes his forehead into yours. “And I can handle it, when you’re gone. Mostly.”

His mouth quirks. “Mostly?”

You nod. “Good days and bad days. But that’s okay. I knew what I was getting into when I married you.” Palm brushing the side of his face, you tilt your chin up, kissing his forehead. “And I wouldn’t change it for the world. But I don’t know if I could handle it, having you away, knowing you’re missing everything that’s happening here and I’m here by myself.”

A low groan rumbles through his chest, and he slumps against you, resting his head on your collar. There’s a bit of adjusting, a bit of shuffling until one of his legs is slotted between yours, an arm slung around your waist, and you let one hand dive into his hair, brushing through his curls. It’s a nice change from the crew cut you’d grown so used to when you’d first met, and you can’t help but smile a bit at the salt and pepper that’s starting to seep into the dark, dark brown. 

You’ve grown up together some, gone from lovestruck twenty-somethings to actual grown-ups. You have a house and a car, the whole deal you’d always dreamed of. And sure, there are days when you feel like something’s missing, like the patter of little feet on the floor would make it all complete, but then you realize that most of the time, Santi’s missing, his presence empty from your home, and you know you don’t want one without the other.

“I miss you every second that I’m gone,” he mumbles into your chest, turning his head so he can plant a kiss against your sternum. “I literally count down the minutes until I get to come home. I could retire, come back and teach or something. Ironhead’s got a good gig going here, I’m sure he could help me out.”

“You could,” you muse, and he lifts his head to meet your eyes, “but then you wouldn’t be you. You wouldn’t be Pope.”

+

He lets it go, for a long time. Life happens; he’s gone for a few months on another contract, you busy yourself with your own work. There’s the fateful trip to Colombia, which throws everyone through a loop. Tom’s funeral is a dark day, but before you know it, Santiago’s been home for almost four months, and shows no signs of leaving. 

His contracts are all tied up and filed as completed, there’s no more half-filled suitcase sitting at the end of your bed, and it’s like everywhere you turn, he’s there. He’s cooking dinner or cleaning the kitchen or refinishing the bathroom. Catfish and Ironhead are both enlisted to help him build a deck in the backyard, and Benny fits himself in where he can.

You’re all but herding the boys out of your house the night they finish the deck, having spent the better part of the afternoon lounging on the completed space, keeping their drinks and bellies full. Santi is sprawled on the couch, head tilted back on the pillows, and he watches you as you head into the kitchen, swiping the few empty beer bottles off the counter.

“Fish and his lady are having another baby,” he calls, eyes tracking you as you drop the bottles in the recycle bin, move towards the sink to wash your hands.

“Oh?” you call back over the sound of the water. “Good for them.”

Suddenly, he’s behind you, arms slipping around your waist, hands reaching for your hips. “It got me thinking,” he murmurs, fitting his face into the curve of your neck, “about that conversation we had a while back.”

“Did it now?” you whisper as you turn of the water, tilting your head to the side as he kisses your pulse, beard scratchy at your neck.

“Mmhm. Cuz I’m home now, mija, and I’m not going anywhere. Not again. After Colombia, I…” He trails off, and you hear the hitch in his voice, the quick change from snarky to broken, so you twist in his grip, shaking the water from your hands and then letting them settle around his shoulders, one palm flattening against the side of his neck, fingers tracing the scar at his nape.

“What happened wasn’t your fault, Santi,” you tell him, trying your best to sound reassuring, leaning in to kiss his cheek, hugging him close.

He nods into your shoulder. “I’m just so happy to be home with you, baby,” he whispers, and your heart aches a little and the way he stutters out the words. “If it had been me, if it was you here, all alone, I couldn’t,” he shakes his head against you, “I can’t…”

“It wasn’t you, honey,” you whisper, tightening your grip on him, holding him closer. “It wasn’t you. You came home to me, like you always do.” He lifts his head from your shoulder, and your chest is tight at the wetness in his eyes, the shiny streaks down either side of his nose. “You’re home, and we, we’re gonna be a family, okay? You and me, we’re gonna make the cutest babies, right?” You move your hands to cup his cheeks, fingers swiping away the fresh tears that fall from his eyes.

His jaw goes slack, his words mumbled so low you almost can’t hear them. “I love you so much, baby.”

+

Six months later, and that little line appears.

You don’t really know how to tell him, at first. Since that night, you hadn’t stopped trying, and there had been a months where you were so sure, and then the stick didn’t have the answer you were looking for. Santi had been quietly disappointed when you’d added tampons to the grocery list, but it seemed like just knowing it was a possibility had made him brighter. 

He got a job with Will, helping vets find good job placements for their skillsets, steering younger soldiers in the right direction, keeping them away from the hell the guys had all been through. It keeps him busy, keeps your bills steadily paid with enough leftover that the thought of all the costs that come with raising a baby don’t scare you nearly as much as they used to.

You contemplate how to make the announcement for a few days, and end up going the more nonchalant route, making it personal for the two of you. You’ll make some big silly post on Instagram later, but for now, you just want to see his reaction.

It’s Sunday morning, and Santi’s on the couch, flicking through TV channels. You had breakfast together earlier, fried eggs and bacon that had been exactly what you’d been craving. You’re nursing your second cup of tea and nibbling on grapes, flipping through the newspaper, and with a huff, Santi turns off the TV, pushes himself off the couch and walking over to the counter, standing across from you. You see your opportunity, bright and shiny.

“What do you wanna do today, baby?” he asks, pushing his hands wide on the countertop. “Go see a movie, maybe?”

“I don’t know,” you say, trying hard to keep your voice even. “Oh, there was something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“Oh?” he mumbles, snagging a couple grapes and popping one into his mouth. “What’s up?”

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you say, the words spilling out suddenly in a giddy rush. You watch his face as it sinks in, his brows shooting up to his hairline. He jaw drops, the grape falling out and hitting the counter. His dark eyes go wide, already sparkling.

“Are you serious?”

Biting your lip, you nod, pulling the test out of your pocket and sliding it across the counter at him. “Serious.”

“We’re gonna have a baby?” he asks, his volume climbing as he races around the counter, scooping you into his arms and holding you tight. “Oh my god, we’re gonna have a baby.”

You just repeat the words back, giggling like mad as he lifts your feet right off the floor.

He sets you back down after a moment, absolutely glowing with excitement, and you can feel tears in your eyes as he throws in his arms and shouts, “We’re gonna have a baby!”

—————

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[calehenituse-brainrot]

Hello. I know you're horny and stuff and this probably at the back of your head, but can you do aftercare with Cale? I don't know how to ask this politely. If this makes you uncomfortable, then you can skip it. Thank you for reading my ask! ^_^

HELLO BABEYY this was sent when i was dead asleep so sorry :')

also, you're fine! though please just speak to me as if im one of your friends, i don't mind people talking casually with me. also, I'm fine writing this stuff, so it's okay :>

im gonna write this one down before i move on to my next assignment for the day :)) (i get them daily someone pls come and kill me)

i hope you don't mind me doing this in bullet points?

LETS TALK ABOUT AFTERCARE WITH CALE, something long overdue tbh. thanks anon, for getting me to write this.

im going to be real with you, i think this man would quite literally do every single example out there of what you should do as an aftercare

one thing he would always ask you after every session is "are you okay?"

he'd urge you to drink some water and even get you extra blankets if you want to bundle up

he always has snacks somewhere in his room, mostly hidden in the nightstand if you want to eat something and a glass pitcher full of water is always in the room

ngl if he was a modern-day sneaky link (i doubt he'd do that tho lmao), you'd love to sleep over because the man is just so CONSIDERATE and ATTENTIVE

the bar is in hell for me, yall

if you're too sore and tired, he'd clean up after you too plss

he'd grab a damp towel and wipe away anything sticky on both of yall

give him kisses as thanks if he's near you when wiping you down because you'll see the sweetest fucking smile ever

if you ever get insecure after a session, he'll be so sweet on you oh my fucking god

"did i do good?"

"you were great," he'd say, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

whenever you get bruises, he'd rub them and try to lessen the pain by massaging them.

NOW LETS TALK ABOUT AFTERCARE WITH YOU THO

sometimes cale feels a bit guilty whenever the session ends with you getting bruised and just went quiet :(

he'd stare at the bruises and rub them but you can tell he feels bad

you'd have to convince him that it was fine

"it's okay, cale," you'd say to him with a smile. "i like it. i love it when you do this, this, this"

yeah, it's fine, but he still feels bad whenever you have a hard time walking

but you'd try your best to convince him by trying to walk and seeing you do that usually makes him feel better !!

sometimes when the session ends up being too messy, the two of you would take a bath together and omg

you'd sit on the bathtub and he'll sit in between your legs

you run your hands through his hair, washing his back and shoulders

sometimes you kiss him there and whisper how much you love him

THATS THE SHIT RIGHT THEREEEE cale loves you so much for that holy shit

say something about how nice he was to you, please

"you were so gentle with me," say that while pressing your lips to his shoulder and holding onto his biceps. "i'm so lucky."

please he usually doesn't like getting praised but this shit can make him go nuts

cuddling is basically a must between the two of you!!

sharing loving gazes and brushing each other's hair if they seemed a bit down

SLOW!!! GENTLE!!! KISSES!!!

cale is a sucker for sweet kisses.

give them to him.

just cuddling in bed, wrapped with blankets like a burrito until you both fall asleep

usually you fall asleep facing each other, with cale being the small spoon

it's because you'll brush his hair if yall are in this position and that shit knocks him out QUICK

if one of you experienced a drop the next day, you can bet your ass the other one is quickly trying their best to help them out

bottom line, the two of you are very attentive to each others' needs.

[bucky-hues]

sambucky fic recs

hellooo!! i've been wanting to do a sambucky fic rec, so i thought i'd do one for @fuckyeahsambucky ‘s fic yeah friday! here are some sambucky fics i love <3 do read the warnings on each fic!

one-shots

when i'm in a room with you (that missing piece is found) | @omg-just-peachy

sam x bucky

Three times Bucky falls asleep on Sam, and one time Sam asks why.

double dare | @omg-just-peachy

sam x bucky

Bucky follows his therapist’s advice to cultivate friendship, Sam makes him work for it, and by the time he’s sure they’re friends, Bucky has an entirely new problem on his hands.

press conference | @sammy-souffle

sam x bucky

Sam watches from a distance a journalist from Denver, Summer, puts her hand on Bucky’s arm and laughs at something he says. Her hand trails further up and squeezes his bicep which Bucky doesn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, he laughs along with her and leans in closer to her to say something. Sam closes his eyes briefly and swallows back his anger.

accidentally | @sammy-souffle

sam x bucky

x | @sammy-souffle

sam x bucky

request: during the time when sam is tracking bucky in romania, after sam and bucky get caught up in a fight against some hydra agents who were also tracking bucky

sam gets hurt and bucky feels guilty so he carries him inside to patch him up, they talk some stuff out, its all very intimate and both start to fall for each other a little

acquiring alpine | @sammy-souffle

sam x bucky

prompt: alpine being cute

x | @sammy-souffle (18+)

sam x bartender!bucky (modern au)

regrets | @sammy-souffle

sam x bucky

x | @jeffersonshattricks

sam x bucky

Bucky being completely oblivious that him and Sam have been dating for like 6 months and Bucky finally understands why Sam has been kissing him, sleeping in the bed with him, and being an all around sap with him.

reckless idiots tend to fall | @jeffersonshattricks

sam x bucky

Bucky and Sam are arguing cause Sam did something reckless on a mission and Bucky freaks out but oblivious Sam genuinely has no idea why. And then Bucky accidentally yells ‘because I love you’

tell me a secret | @jeffersonshattricks

sam x bucky

Every time Sam gets drunk he finds Bucky and asks him for a secret. Bucky always gives him one.

fucking ridiculous | @jeffersonshattricks

sam x bucky

Sam is pining and a bitter grumpy grump, Bucky is mostly oblivious but also pining. misunderstandings happen, feelings get hurt, people get hurt (like physically), and then confessions happen and all is well. yay! also the other avengers are just their nerdy selves for the most part!

come to the ocean, even when you're broken | @liminalmess

sam x bucky

“Bucky, hey, man, fancy meeting you here!” he said with an exaggerated enthusiasm that he probably knew would get under Bucky’s skin, clapping him on the shoulder as he sat down.

“I thought we were taking separate vacations,” Bucky grumbled back.

Or, in which Sam and Bucky go an accidentally not separate vacation to the Bahamas.

feelings | @yaksomins

sam x bucky (modern au)

sam crossed his arms and inspected the lobby. they were indeed the only people there, not including the few staff members seated at a table near a magenta-tinted arcade area with their noses buried in their phones.

"i think i can help with that," a voice said from behind sam.

sam turned and found himself face to face with the clerk they'd bought their tickets from earlier, the scruffy-looking man that seemed a little out of place amongst the younger staff. sam gave him a quick scan, his eyes catching the name plastered to his chest via a paper name tag, scribbled by hand using a marker.

"and what exactly can you do for us...bucky?" sam frowned. what kind of name was ‘bucky’?

"i can be your extra," he said, removing a hairband from his wrist and swiftly tying up his hair into a tidy bun. with more of him now visible, sam could get a better view of his face, all hard lines and soft eyes. "and it's a nickname," bucky added, smirking and moving past a puzzled sam towards the game room. "c'mon, let's suit up."

x | @yaksomins

sam x bucky

prompt: leaving each other notes

x | @yaksomins

sam x bucky

bucky takes sam for a ride on his motorcycle

i'll make this feel like home | @buckywilsonbarnes

sam x bucky

sambucky domestic fluff

x | @transjoaquintorres

sam x bucky

sam loves bucky's handwriting

just let me adore you | dharmainitiative (AO3)

sam x bucky

“Alright, what gives?” Sam demands. “Why do you turn down every single person I try to set you up with?”

He expects Bucky to avoid the question, come up with all sorts of excuses. What he doesn’t expect is for Bucky to start laughing.

“C’mon, Sam. Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

“Sam,” Bucky finally says, slow and deliberate. “I’m not interested in anyone you’ve tried to set me up with because I’ve been gone on you for ages.”

watch your words | dancer_in_the_rain (AO3)

sam x bucky

sam insults bucky and then loses his shit when someone agrees with him

love, punch | @clintbartonswife

sam x bucky

Bucky can get protective, but Sam reminds him he doesn’t need to be defended - a confession is made

exchange rate | @joycesully

sam x bucky

Bucky's older memories are coming back, sometimes at the cost of more recent ones. What he cannot forget is tearing the wings off Sam Wilson. Too bad Bucky just let Steve talk him into staying with him and Sam. Consumed by guilt, the only thing Bucky knows to do by way of apology is to let Sam hurt him back. Fortunately, Sam has better ideas.

stubborn wounds | @constantwriter85

sam x bucky

When Bucky’s badly injured after trying to protect his partner, Sam realizes that he needs Bucky more than he’d care to admit.

nurturing | the_buzz (AO3)

sam x bucky (pre-slash)

Bucky isn't the only one who feels alone after coming back from the Blip.

keep the ashes from my heart (and walk away) | @coffeeinallcaps

sam x bucky

In which Sam starts dating someone who is not Bucky, and Bucky pines, gets seriously injured, and proves himself wrong.

you're blowin' my mind (with the things you say to me) | @jemgirl86

sam x bucky

After getting an earful from Bucky at the cookout, Sarah suggests Sam and Bucky have a chat... and they do.

(sometimes) all i think about is you | @softhauntedwinds

sam x bucky

Bucky discovers Sam Wilson's pre-blip media content and things escalate.

when the wheels come off (i'll be your spare) | @returnsandreturns

sam x bucky

“What, the government doesn’t pay you enough to buy some art?” Bucky asks, a minute after Sam lets him into his apartment, gesturing at the blank walls. “It still looks like you just moved in.”

“Uhm, I’ve been busy being a national treasure,” Sam says. “The government doesn’t pay you enough to buy a shirt that fits?”

Bucky glances down at his long sleeve t-shirt for a second before he looks back up with a grin.

“I’m just a part-timer,” he says, shrugging.

forever and a day | @returnsandreturns

sam x bucky

When he sets the needle, Ella Fitzgerald croons and he glances over to see Sam sitting up, looking interested as she sings it’s very clear. . .our love is here to stay.

Bucky can flirt and he can really tell that he’s still got it by the way Sam’s mouth drops open for a moment when he saunters up and offers a hand, smiling with all the potential of where this could lead and asking, “Care for a dance, doll?”

Sam stares up at him before he sighs and mutters, “Fuck, that’s really working for me somehow,” and lets Bucky pull him onto his feet and into his arm.

world's greatest uncle | @novembermurray

sam x bucky

Rhodes arrives in Delacroix to bring Sam up to speed on their newest mission and deliver the bad news: Bucky Barnes has gone AWOL. He's in for a few surprising discoveries.

panic | alienspronkles (AO3)

sam x bucky

When Sam and Bucky go to Sarah's place for a get together, Bucky's anxiety starts kicking in. And he's trying to hide it from everyone there.

series

sam and bucky first date 2: electric boogaloo | ObsessiveExplosion (AO3)

sam x bucky

Sam is gearing up to ask Bucky on their first date, but he is interrupted by a bullet wound to the shoulder.

sam and bucky go to a fourth of july party | ObsessiveExplosion (AO3)

sam x bucky

Sam and Bucky, recently engaged, make an appearance at the annual Delacroix Fourth of July Block Party, and Sam ends up partying a little too hard.

the gang navigates and airport | ObsessiveExplosion (AO3)

sam x bucky

Sam and Bucky have to navigate an unexpected layover on their way home from a mission, made more difficult by the fact that Bucky has just taken a sleeping pill designed for Super Soldiers.

he followed me home one day | AshaCrone (AO3)

sam x bucky (au)

He was supposed to be starting fresh.

Sam Wilson was moving from New York to Washington and picked the worst possible Friday to finish his move. But he does what he does best- stops to help.

And asks a passing stranger for a little muscle to get some trapped people out of a car. Feeds the stranger a protein bar.

Now a lost cyborg has followed him home. And he isn't quite sure what to do about it.

[tetralea]

omg i didn’t know you were still writing bout tom and haz!!! can i request haz and tom in a club and tom teases haz and then they go to the restroom to... you know and then haz fucks toms face?

Hey! Yeah, I still do! I was sick for a month so didn’t really write anything about anyone but I love them so muuuuch!

Warnings: blowjob, deepthroating, face fucking, cum shot, if you squint slightly dom!Haz x sub!Tom at the end, but mostly just a subtle mention.

It got filthy and I am not sorry.

Tom felt the long finger wrapping around his bicep. He felt the board chest pressing to his back and the hot breath fanning over his neck.

‘You really think pulling something like that was a good idea?’ Harrison’s voice, even though he was yelling was almost surpassed by the loud music in the club. True, he did a bit of a show while dancing and made sure the blonde one was watching, but his tone was uncalled for.

‘Not like I did anything bad.’ Tom yelled back with and innocent expression, turning his head, to face his friend.

‘Nothing bad, just…’ Harrison didn’t finish, instead he pressed his hips to Tom’s ass, making sure he felt his prominent erection. ‘Just a little something.’ He finished, his eyes already staring to the slightly opened pink lips.

‘As far as I can recall, it is not even that little.’ The devilish, challenging smirk was the last piece.

The next thing they both know was that the lock of the men’s room clicked behind them. Their heavy pants and groans filling the surprisingly quiet place. Tom pulled back a little, opening his eyes, before Harrison captured his lips in another intoxicating kiss. God, even the restroom was fancy there.

‘I haven’t seen you in months, you invite me and this is what I get?’ Harrison groaned as his teeth dragged along Tom’s throat, coaxing a sweet moan from the brunette.

‘To be fair, I thought you’d arrive only tomorrow.’ Tom whimpered, his hands desperately roaming under his lover’s shirt to feel as much of him as possible.

‘I said Tuesday.’ The blonde retorted his fingers finally finishing the buttons of Tom’s shirt, giving him access to the pale torso. ‘God, you look amazing.’ He breathed when Tom leant his forehead to his to rest for a split second.

‘And today is… Shit, okay, I messed up, sorry.’ Tom was grinning apologetic, only to earn a eye roll from Harrison. ‘But I am about to make it up to you, love.’ He promised, leaving a slowly fading red mark on Harrison’s collarbone.

Just as he finished his sentence Tom dropped to his knees, pushing down the blonde’s pants and briefs, freeing his already hard cock. He would have lied if he said his mouth wasn’t watering to the sight, so without any hesitation he leant closer and licked a fat strip from the base of Harrison’s cock to the tip.

‘God, I missed this.’ He moaned as his dark brown eyes fluttered and started to suck on the red and leaking tip gently. He couldn’t help but almost purred at the taste, becoming even more eager, taking deep breaths and sucking his lover with everything he had. He was sucking and licking, switching from deeps shallow movements to small, intense ones around the tip. He slightly gaged when Harrison’s hips jerked at a particularly deep take, pushing down the blonde’s cock further into his throat. Harrison groaned at the sound and the feeling already wanting more of it.

‘Can we do that again, is that okay?’ He asked breathily, eyes hooded from lust as he looked down to Tom.

‘Yeah, just give me a sec.’ Tom inhaled and swallowed, giving his mouth a break, while his hands kept up with the rhythm. ‘Okay.’ He took Haz’s big cock into his soft, hot mouth again, letting the blonde guide his head. He tried to relax his throat but it was almost impossible not to gag when Harrison hit the back of his throat. It started slow, the long fingers holding onto the curly, brown locks, using it as leverage to guide Tom’s mouth on his cock. The burnet let himself to be led, occasionally adding to the sensations, with sucking or licking the cock filling his mouth.

He had to brace himself and grab Harrison’s thighs as his lover slowly got lost in the pleasure, fucking Tom’s mouth carefully. The sounds mixing in the small space were absolutely filthy. Tom felt the cock twitching in his mouth as it filled him in a slow rhythm, he knew just how close Harrison was. So, he tapped his fingers on the smooth skin, making Haz look down at him, making him absolutely lose it at the sight. Tom’s eyes were filled with tears as he fought against gagging on the throbbing cock, his lips were glistering, stretched around his erection and his saliva dripping down on his chin. It was a sight.

‘Open up!’ Harrison almost choked on his own words as he grabbed his dick and started to jerk himself, just at the second when he reached his orgasm. Tom already knowing this dance all too well, did what he was asked for, sticking his tongue out waiting for only a second before the sticky, salty cum covered his tongue and his lips. He swallowed it eagerly a little more hitting his closed lips, which he cleaned before returning to his position and letting Harrison push his spent cock back into the heat of his mouth.

He started to gently suck, completely emptying his lover’s cock and cleaning up every single drop which could have made a mess. An overstimulated hiss from above him made him stop and sit back on his heels catching his breath.

‘I missed you so much.’ Harrison peaked from under his lashes, a lazy smile playing on his lips. ‘Now let’s go back to your trailer so I can show you what you get for forgetting my arrival date and then I’ll show you how much I missed you too.’

Tags: @we--are---not--afraid, @tommysparker, @tomsrebeleyebrow, @worldoftom, @hollanddolanfangirl, @hazmyheart, @hazmyboo

[clumsyclifford]

70 with merrikat perhaps?

omg i can’t believe this is about to be my true merrikat debut !!!!!! if you don’t count prom fic. moving on. here is king hot boy and his boyboy boyfriend xoxo p.s. please don’t laugh at me for knowing nothing about workouts

read on ao3

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It’s seventy degrees out. It’s nine in the morning and seventy degrees, and Zack is in the garage working out. Because of course he is.

Jack is not working out, because he doesn’t hate himself. Jack is in the very air-conditioned living room, nursing a cup of coffee and reading the millennial’s version of the newspaper, meaning he is scrolling through Twitter, skimming replies to Alex’s Tweets because they are always hilarious and sometimes very sweet. Jack hasn’t Tweeted recently enough to have any replies to scroll through, but he can always count on Alex.

At half past nine, like clockwork, he turns off his phone, takes his mug, and strolls out to the garage.

Workout equipment is everywhere. In the midst of it all, just toweling off, is Zack, bare chest and arms glistening with sweat. His shoulders rise and fall as he catches his breath, and when he sees Jack, he smiles.

“Morning.”

“Good morning,” Jack says. “You want me to say it?”

“I really do.”

“You’re insane,” Jack says. “It’s fucking seventy degrees. You’re working out in seventy degrees, at nine in the morning. At least acknowledge you’re insane.”

“If I do, can I finish your coffee?” Zack asks, reaching for it.

Jack cradles his mug protectively to his chest, like he hadn’t brought it out here for the sole purpose of giving it to Zack. “Yes.”

“I’m insane,” Zack says, giving Jack the full force of his megawatt smile. Jack melts a little, like he always does. He’d challenge anyone not to melt when faced with that smile.

“Thank you,” he says, and offers up the coffee. “This is your prize. Room temperature coffee.”

“Yum,” Zack says, gratefully accepting the mug. “Just how I like it.”

“How was the workout?” Jack asks. “Is that the right question? Should I learn more specific questions? How are the biceps? The hamstrings? How is your, um, how is your lateral…thyroid?”

“My thyroid?” Zack raises his eyebrows, amused, and takes a seat on a bench pushed up against the wall. “The thing in my throat?”

“What the fuck am I thinking of?”

“Tricep?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” Jack shrugs. “You have too many muscles. Nobody could name them all.”

“I think I could do a pretty solid job,” Zack says. “Eighty percent.”

“Yeah, well, I could name eighty percent of the parts of a guitar,” Jack says huffily. Zack can definitely also do that, and in fact could probably name a hundred percent, but he graciously does not interject to say so. “No need to brag.”

“It was a good workout,” Zack says. “Trying to up the weight a little bit every time. On the deadlifts, I mean. They’re hard, obviously, but feels good to succeed.”

“Yeah, babe, it’s a hard-earned victory,” Jack says, taking a seat next to him. Immediately he recoils. “Oh my God, you’re like a fucking furnace. I can feel how much you’re overheating, are you drinking water?”

“I’m drinking coffee,” Zack says airily, lifting Jack’s mug to his lips to drink. 

Jack gives him a look. “Zachary.”

“Of course I am,” Zack says. “Water bottle in the corner, see?” He points to the corner of the garage, where his usual water bottle rests atop a stack of something Jack can’t identify, mostly empty. “It’s just really hot out.”

Jack presses the back of his hand to Zack’s forehead. “You’re warm,” he says. “Potentially feverish.”

“I just did a workout in seventy degrees, Jack,” Zack says wryly. 

“I said potentially feverish,” Jack interrupts loudly. “As the on-sight doctor, I’m diagnosing you with Working Too Hard. You’re going to need a full day to recover from this.”

“So I’m feeling feverish but I don’t have a fever?”

“Why do you want to ruin my fun?” Jack complains, and Zack laughs and kisses the back of Jack’s hand.

“Sorry. Excuse me. Please, continue.”

“As I was saying,” Jack says, lacing their fingers together between them, “you’re going to have to spend the day being lazy and watching movies with your boyfriend. Doc’s orders.”

“Can we please spend some time outside?”

Jack makes a face. “In this heat?”

“It’s a beautiful day!” Zack gestures towards the world beyond the garage, which unfortunately strengthens his case. The sky is a bright, cloudless blue, and even the breeze blowing through the garage has hints of the salty ocean spray Jack has come to love in Hawaii. “How about for every movie we watch, we spend an hour outside.”

“It’s gonna be a million degrees today,” Jack says. “It’s practically already a million degrees and it’s nine in the morning.”

“Go out for lunch?” Zack offers. “We can eat outside but go somewhere with umbrellas or whatever so we can sit in the shade.”

Jack smiles brightly. “That’s a great idea. I’d love that. I feel like we haven’t gone out for lunch in a hot minute.”

“Yeah, my treat,” Zack says, swinging their arms. “Make it a date.”

“Ooh, a date,” Jack says. “I’m a lucky lady.”

“Oh, yes,” Zack says. “The luckiest.” He tugs Jack down into a quick kiss.

Jack pulls back after only a second. “Oh my God,” he says, slightly choked up. “I say this with the utmost love for you, but please shower first. Before all of this. Right now, immediately, please.”

Zack gives a big, bellowing laugh. “You don’t think I smell nice? This is my new cologne, Jack, I bought this for you. I thought you’d like it.”

“Not funny. Not a funny joke. You reek, man. You’re going to lose all your best relationships unless you shower in the next three minutes. Starting with this one.”

“Really? You’ll break up with me if I don’t shower in the next three minutes?”

“The threat is definitely on the table.”

Zack grins and stands up, forcing Jack to retreat a couple steps. “You’ll full of shit,” he says. “But I’ll shower anyway because I’m not willing to risk it.”

“How romantic,” Jack says dryly. “I can tell you really love me.”

“I’m going to spend half of today watching movies with you,” Zack says, brushing his knuckles over Jack’s cheekbone. Jack angles his head into the touch, because he is sometimes like a cat and he knows this about himself and is not going to be ashamed. “I think I’m pretty much locked in.”

Jack considers this. “True. I’ll take it.”

“Thank you,” Zack says. “And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go take a shower so I don’t lose my boyfriend. This is yours.” He returns Jack’s mug to him, almost as full as it’d been when he’d taken it, then presses a kiss to Jack’s cheek and saunters away back into the house before Jack can bitch about how bad he smells again.

“I love you even when you smell bad!” Jack calls after him.

A moment later: “I know!”

Jack smiles and brings the coffee mug to his lips.

[your-highnessmarvel]

I’m Right Here

Anonymous: Hey! I dont know if you are taking prompts, but Im craving your fics haha if you could write bucky x reader where they are together for some time and everyone tells her to be careful with him, that he can hurt her. and one night they are having sex and he is rough with her, but she ust take his head and hug him tight and he just melt and start to cry? Thank you and have lovely day Queen

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Dating Bucky was not a cool affair. When you’d both began to tell your friends about each other, on Bucky’s side, the responses were great. Steve and Tony couldn’t stop rambling about how good you were for him, and how much light you would bring in his life. 

But on your end, your friends had been just a little too raw with their truths. Bucky was an ex-Soviet spy. He was brainwashed. Unpredictable. He had killed an unknown amount of people, some innocent. He’d been the reason for the Avengers’ falling out in 2016. He was just generally bad news. 

One thing that kept coming up was his unpredictability to hurt you physically. That metal arm was just as much a deadly weapon of mass destruction as a nuclear weapon was. 

You navigated the confines of your relationship with him cautiously. You’d both sat on the ratty old couch of your apartment and talked about his past, about the frigid and murderous machine he used to be. You talked about his memories; the false and the real ones, the ones that hurt and the ones that brought a smile to his face. 

Testing the boundaries of your physicality with him, as he was as much scared of hurting you as your friends were. His strength was unpredictable to him also, hence why kissing and touching were very, very limited. 

“My mind is still not my own,” he said once, taking you by surprise when he put both arms around you - that was previously forbidden. 

You tested the limits of his mood; just how angry he could get, and just how happy he could be.

You tested his skin, both flesh and metal, and how much he reacted to your touch. 

You climbed onto him to engage in any physical contact, because God forbid, he never initiated anything, content with just being in your presence. He never introduced anything new, too afraid of his reactions, of the reflexes ingrained into him by the Soviets. He was too afraid of his instincts, those chemically synthesized in him, those who could kill you with a snap of his fingers. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered once, when you were between his knees. 

“I’m the one with my teeth near your testicles, and you’re afraid to hurt me?”

There were no more debates about oral sex after that. 

But the matter still remained over his unpredictable aggression.

Sometimes, the smallest things could set him off. Loki’s presence close to you. Other men simply speaking to you. You pressing on his memories. Him being unable to keep you utterly safe from him. 

His mind was not safe, and neither were his actions, but he did try. For you. And that is what he told you when you started to undress yourself and ask for him to have you. 

“No.” It was dry, making your eyes water. Did he not want you in that way?

“What?”

He sighed, pressing his nose against your neck and inhaling. “It’s too dangerous.”

“We can try,” you implored, feeling your chest swell with yearning. “And if you can’t control yourself, we can stop.”

He breathed heavily against you. “I won’t be able to stop myself if - “

He trailed off, pulling away from you and watching you with those crystal blue eyes of his. Dark hair framed his face, the stubble on his jaw creating intricate shadows along his features. 

“Okay,” he said, making you alight with immediate need. “We can try.”

You brought his mouth to yours, kissing him deeply, your tongue against his. A growing heat was tugging in your belly, spreading to your crotch. 

He got up with you clutching around him, arms and legs. With his mouth still pressed to yours, he carried you to your bedroom, where he carefully lay you on your back on the mushness of your bed. He slowly began to undress you, his fingertips grazing your flesh, igniting you from inside out. 

“You’re so warm,” he groaned, mostly to himself, as he removed the last of your clothing, admiring you in your entire glory. He’d seen parts of you before, but never completely, utterly naked. He’d even taken off your socks. 

He stood before you at the edge of the bed, watching you with intent, burning eyes. You looked up, completely mesmerized, as he took off his t-shirt, exposing the part where his metal arm met the mangled flesh of his chest. The plates adjusted themselves, reflecting off the low lighting of the room. You raked your eyes along his bare chest, the incredible structure of him, like a glass God. 

You followed his fingers with your eyes, still so silent, as he unbuckled his trousers and let them fall on the floor. Still, you watched, feeling your core throb, as he took off his boxers and released his cock. 

“Bucky,” you breathed, trying to picture just how good he would make you feel, and just how good you would make him. 

He went to his knees before you, folding your legs and spreading them. You gasped as the cold air washed across your exposed flesh. Bucky looked at your soaking folds and then into your eyes. “I’m doing this to you?” he asked lowly. 

“Mhm.”

“Fuck.”

He gave you one long lick, making you whimper and struggle against the sheets. “God,” you breathed, clenching on hand in his dark locks. 

“Oh no, I’m Bucky.”

You playfully slapped him on his forehead, before receiving another deep lick from his treacherous tongue. You bucked your hips against his mouth and he rewarded you by sucking lightly on your clit, caressing your entrance with his forefinger. 

When you were withering on the bed, he plunged one finger into you and caressed your walls, listening to you moan his name. You came in his mouth in minutes, arching against the mattress, his name tumbling off your lips like a prayer. 

He kissed up your thighs and belly and chest until he was settled between your legs, kissing your neck. Your skin still buzzed, pleasure making your pussy feel heavy. You knew your orgasm would facilitate you in taking him, but when you glanced between both your bodies and spotted his hard cock against your belly, you wondered. He was big, that you knew from taking it in your mouth before, but this was different. Your body buzzed in anticipation, in nervous anticipation. 

He cradled your head between his hands, his eyes searching yours. He was filled with fear and you could feel it as you ran your hands up and down his back; his muscles tight and tensed beneath your digits. 

“Just try,” you cooed, nuzzling your nose with his. 

He kissed you tenderly. Electric bolts zapped across your skin. You moved against him, trying to coax him. 

He slipped his hand gently under your thigh to bring your knee to your chest. His flesh fingers squeezed against your leg, and you could feel him poking at your entrance. 

He pushed into you slowly, your mouth falling open as he gauged your reaction. Your hands curled against the back of his neck, pulling him down for a harsh kiss. He growled against your mouth, his metal hand wrapping against your bicep. 

He thrust in and out of you, the pleasure scuttling along your skin, making you moan against his kisses. He rolled his hips, hitting a spot deep inside you that made you almost want to scream out in pleasure.

The hand around your bicep moved just as a strangled groan left Bucky’s lips. Cool metal digits wrapped slowly around the base of your throat. His thrusts became full and harsh, snapping your hips almost violently. Your body moved deeper into the bed as you clawed the flesh of his back, trying to hold on.

His shoulders cupped and he swore under his breath, metal fingers digging into the flesh of your neck. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, nuzzling the side of his head. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, and his fingers squeezed - squeezed so hard that the breath was cut from your lungs. 

A wicked squeak came from your mouth, legs clenching around him, struggling against his vehement thrusts. 

You clawed his fingers. 

He stopped, breathless, retreating his hands as if your skin was a burning hot stove. His eyes widened, crisp blue tormented. 

You gasped in a breath, immediately reaching for his head with your hands. You cradled him, staring at him with a small smile. “It’s okay,” you said, bringing his head down towards your chest. 

Bucky was shaking. 

All thoughts of lovemaking had evaporated as Bucky’s trembling intensified against your body. Sobs escaped his lips, wetting the skin of your breasts. 

“I’m sorry,” he groaned. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered back, playing with the soft strands of his hair. “It’s fine. We’ll try again.”

He wrapped his arms around your torso slowly, tentatively, almost as if not to startle you. You welcomed his warmth, the shuddering sobs leaving his mouth, the way he turned his face into your chest as if to hide. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. “Tell me to leave. Tell me to never come back.”

“No.” It was your turn to be dry with him. “Never.”

Then you grabbed his jaw, turning his head until blue met your eyes. He looked at up, chin propped on your chest, brows pulled up. His eyes were glossy, cheeks wet, mouth red. 

“I’m with you for better or worse,” you told him, searching his gaze. “I’ll be here for you and always will. We’re in this together.”

He slowly rose to his hands, hovering over you, still with that same air of careful calculation. His thumb braced against your cheekbone. You laced your hands into the cool metal fingers, bringing it beside your head. You rose your legs, wrapping them around his waist. 

“Trust me,” you whispered. 

His lips parted, and he bent down to kiss you, mouth pressing hard against yours. “Okay.”

He rocked his hips once, twice, thrice until he found the same rhythm as before. His metal fingers clenched around your flesh digits. A moan graced your lips, trapped under his mouth, and this time the rocking of his hips was more tenacious than violent. 

“I’m right here,” you murmured, moaned, cried out with each of Bucky’s languid thrusts. 

He mumbled your name like a mantra, caressing the side of your face with his flesh fingers, chasing the spot inside of you that made your back arch into him. 

A tight knot built in your belly, stretching and pushing until your body was wound up tight like a rod. Bucky’s thrusts were getting sloppier as he neared his own climax, and as his pelvis kept a steady pressure on your clit, you came for a second time that night. He grasped your hip, keeping you anchored to the bed as he rode out your orgasm, spilling himself in you. 

Your fingers were numb from holding on to him for so long, but as you drew your hands across the surface of his back, his head returned to your chest. This time, he wasn’t crying. This time, he was breathless and warm and buzzing against your flesh. 

You smiled.

[loove-persevering]

The Less I Know The Better (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

Description: Heyy i was wondering if you could write me an angsty Shawn fic based on the song The less I know the better by Tame Impala ? Thank you for your timee xx

OMG I AM NOW OBSESSED WITH THIS SONG THANK YOU FOR INTRODUCING IT TO ME!! I just used names in the song to make it easier, this was my interpretation of the song so I hope it’s okay!

 Shawn’s POV

 I was standing by the bar waiting for my drink, it seemed like everyone in this club was trying to get my attention but that was occupied by her. Y/N was so intriguing, the way her smile would light up a room, the way she dripped confidence and had such a carefree attitude. She was the perfect girl to me, sure she had her imperfections but that just made me like her more. 

  My drink came and I walk back over to Brian and a few other people we came with, I notice too quickly that Y/N wasn’t there. ‘’Where’s Y/N?’’ I ask Brian. 

 ‘’She left with some dude,’’ He says carelessly. My head snaps to the door as I look for her hoping she hasn’t left yet. I pat his back walking past him moving between the mess of bodies trying as quickly as I can to catch her, I finally make it outside and run my hands through my hair looking to each side searching for her Y/H/C. I finally spot her as well as the guy she left with, they were holding hands about halfway down the street. 

  I felt my shoulders curl in as I let out a deep breath, I watched as her hair swayed behind her back as she laughed at something he said leaning her head back and then bumping her body against his. I watch as they turn the corner making there way to wherever, I sigh and turn back into the club. I ignore the girls that were trying to gain my attention making my way back over to Brian, he was the only one who knew about my feelings for Y/N. 

  He gives me a thin smile knowing that I missed her, ‘’She was already gone?’’ He asks and I nod my head, ‘’Sorry man,’’ He says. He looks over at Heather who was sitting on the couch in the VIP lounge, ‘’Why don’t you try and get with Heather? You guys seem good together,’’ He says. 

  I look over at her watching her glance around the room before her eyes finally meet mine and she gives me a small smile, I smile back at her and quickly turn away. She was beautiful and had a great personality she was really down to earth..but she wasn’t Y/N. Y/N was the one who always kept me on my toes, she always seemed to have my attention even when I didn’t want her to have it.

‘‘I see,’‘ Brian says knowingly. I look over at him confused, ‘‘She’s no Y/N,’‘ He says nodding back at Heather. I sigh rolling my head back, I wish she could see that every time she walked in a room she had my attention, that every time she spoke I hung onto every words, that I was always behind the scenes as her biggest fan. It seemed while I was busy doing that I neglected anyone else, but Y/N loved the attention she had guys lined up anywhere she went and she knew it I think that’s what gave her the confidence. Y/N was beautiful but what really drew you in was her carefree lifestyle, she was the first and last one off the dance floor, the first one to open a debate, the one who livened up the room anywhere she went. Most of the guys she would go out with only saw her beauty, but I was fortunate to know both and everyday that drew me in further. 

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It’s been a few days since the club and we were all at my place just hanging out, I had my guitar in my lap strumming absentmindedly and Y/N sat across the room in one of my hoodies scrolling through her phone, she had the hoodie pulled up over her mouth but I could still tell she was smiling. 

 ‘’What are you smiling about?’’ Brian asks practically reading my thoughts. 

 Y/N looks over and still tries to hide back her smile, ‘’Nothing,’’ She says. 

 ‘’Bull,’’ I say to her and she looks over to me giving me a shocked expression. ‘’You’ve been smiling at your phone for like an hour,’’ I say to her.

  ‘’The guy from the club Trevor we’ve been talking,’’ She says shrugging her shoulders. ‘’He’s really flirty,’’ She says. 

 ‘’Oh shit! You all slept together didn’t you?’’ Brian asks his voice shocked. Conveniently my phone rings at the same time so I get up walking out of the room not wanting to hear her answer. I walked into my bedroom shutting the door quickly it was just a telemarketer so I just waited a few minutes before walking back into the living room wanting to miss the majority of the conversation. I don’t think I could handle hearing about her with another guy the less I knew the better I would feel and that was enough for me. 

 I walk out a few minutes later and Brian and Y/N were laughing over something, I hoped their conversation was over now. ‘’Shawn why don’t you and Heather get together?’’ Y/N asks laughing. I glare over to Brian knowing he was probably the one to mention it. 

 ‘’Didn’t you know?’’ I say to Y/N and she gives me a confused look, ‘’I’m saving myself for you,’’ I say, I wasn’t completely joking but she didn’t know that. She immediately broke out into her loud laugh clutching her stomach. 

‘‘Wait ten years, then we can be together,’‘ She says jokingly throwing a pillow across the couch at me which I catch giving her a smile. 

 ‘’Don’t make me wait forever now,’’ I say. That I meant genuinely, I wanted nothing more than to walk over and kiss her right now but I knew she didn’t want that. She wanted fun and adventure and she wanted to explore, with my career I knew that I couldn’t give her anything stable so that gave me hope, she didn’t want stable. The only thing was I did, I wanted stable it was one of the only things I could control and I wanted to have one person to love everyday not just when it was convenient. But I know that if Y/N ever gave me the chance, if Trevor or whatever his name was dumb enough to let her go then I would gladly have her even if it was under her terms, but it was always under her terms. 

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 It’s been a few months since I’ve seen Y/N I went back on tour and Brian came with leaving her by herself. She had always been bad at keeping up with people so I had heard from her for a few times here and there but she always seemed busy. We were all going to her house tonight to meet back up just me, Brian, and Y/N. 

 I knock on the door looking over to Brian who was staring at me with a smirk on his face I roll my eyes and a few seconds later the door swings open. Y/N opened the door looking even more beautiful which is more possible, she had cut her hair a bit and it was just below her breast I had to stop myself from staring. She had her hair half up half down, something she normally didn’t do because her ears made her insecure. I watch as she hugs Brian and then lets go looking over at me with a smile, ‘’How’s life rockstar?’’ She says and once again I roll my eyes and I pull her in for a hug. She smelt like lavender and then to my dismay she pulled away too quickly. 

 ‘’Come in, come in,’’ She says gesturing us into the entrance of her home. We step in the house and smell whatever food she was making which was smelt amazing. 

‘‘Since when do you cook?’‘ I ask laughing at her, out of all the years I’ve known Y/N she had never cooked us a meal before. 

 ‘’Oh, I don’t cook you know that,’’ She says laughing and me and Brian both look to each other confused, ‘’Trevor is cooking!’’ She says beaming a smile and I felt mine fall. Trevor?  She walks into the kitchen and we follow my head hanging low at the disappointment, I had been gone three months and now she finally decides she wants something \stable? ‘’Shawn and Brian are here!’’ She says walking over to him grabbing on to his bicep and he turns around smiling at us. 

‘‘Hey,’‘ He says. I nod at him and watch as Y/N glances at him a bright smile on her face, I’d give anything for her to smile at me like that. It was crazy to me that after four months away I could see her face and be right back where I was before, just as hopelessly in love with her as I was before. 

 We ate dinner and I watched the two of them how they were together, I watch her do his every command going to get him beer after beer, he held his shit I’ll give him that. I felt some disappointment  mostly in Y/N she had become so different in those four months, so different now that she was with him. 

 She use to walk in a room illuminating confidence, that was just Y/N. Now it seemed like that was toned down, like she couldn’t do that with him. She seemed more tense now, not as carefree and go with the flow she seemed to follow in pursuit of wherever he was going. Was this who she really was? Falling into this facade trying to lesser her confidence to boost his ego? I would never make her do that, she could take the stage and outshine me any day. 

 I watch them from across the room taking a sip of my beer one that I got myself from the fridge, I lean back watching her as she moves herself closer to him watching him with admiration. All I could do was wait, even though I knew for her it would hurt I knew him saying the words which I hoped he would, that would mean it was finally my chance.  And this time I wouldn’t waste anytime, I just had to wait for him to say those stupid words, and they couldn’t come soon enough.

[hockeyluver-1995]

Chance Meetings- Morgan Rielly Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Word count: 3.2 k

Warning: some mature content

October 14th, 2018

The boys flew in late last night. When Morgan mentioned that he wanted to get dinner with a couple of teammates I had just assumed that it would be a triple date with Lucy, Jake, Mitch and Steph. However once Auston heard Lucy explaining the plans to Jake while on the phone he quickly invited himself. Our plans of a triple date quickly turned into Auston, and Freddie joining in.

Morgan suggested going to Soho house because it’s a members only club that way the fans wouldn’t interrupt dinner, everyone quickly agreed with Morgan.

Since Morgan and I started dating we have not gone out for dinner in a restaurant, we usually either made dinner or ordered takeout.

Flipping through my closet, I didn’t know what I should wear to the SoHo house seeing as it was a members-only club would I need to dress fancier.

I quickly pulled out my phone and called Lucy.

“Hey Lucy, how are you?” I asked as soon as she picked up the phone.

“Hails, I’m going to see you in less than 2 hours. You miss me that much you needed to call me?” Lucy asked teasing me.

“Haha funny, you should be a comedian. I was actually calling to see what you’re wearing tonight? Is it a fancy place or will I get away with Jeans and a nice top?”

“Ooohh that’s a good question. I will probably wear jeans and a nice top.”

“Perfect, see you soon Lucy.”

“See you soon Hails,” Lucy replied before she hung up the phone.

After talking to Lucy I had the perfect outfit in mind. I grabbed my blue jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt, and my grey plaid blazer. I quickly put on my makeup, curled my hair and was out the door and on my way to Morgan’s place in less than 30 minutes.

Morgan phoned late last night insisting that I sat at his place tonight as he couldn’t last another night without me being in his arms…. dramatic I know. One thing that was noticeably different than Lucas was that Morgan was very verbal about these thoughts and feelings. With Lucas, I was always wondering and guessing but with Morgan, there was no guessing I always knew.  

As soon as I got to his place, Morgan pulled me into his arms and into a deep kiss before I could even step into his apartment.

Pulling away he grabbed my hand into his left and grabbed my bag into his right before guiding me further into his place.

“ Well, I hope you don’t welcome all your guests like that haha. Congratulations on a successful road trip, four wins is amazing.” I stated as I kissed his cheek.

“Just you Babe. Thanks, It was a good team effort and a great way to start the first road trip of the season.” He replied as he picked me up into his arms and brought me to his couch.

“You know I can walk right?” I joked laughing.

“Maybe I just wanted to show off how strong I am.” He replied sticking his tongue out at me.

“Babe you don’t have to worry about that, I think your biceps are incredibly sexy. Especially when they are wrapped around me.” I said as I bit the corner of my lip in a teasing manner. “And when they bulge out of your T-shirt’s,” I added pretending to fan myself with my hand.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Morgan stated before capturing my lips with his, his tongue slowly dancing across them begging to be let in.

Morgan quickly disconnected our kiss in order for him to take his shirt off before reconnecting our lips in a sloppy but passionate kiss. His hands slowly started to take off my blazer and shirt, while my hands fumbled with the button on his jeans.

What began as a slow and passionate kiss, turned hot and heavy pretty quickly? It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Which resulted in Morgan wrapping his arms around me, and picking me up off the couch with our lips still attached. He maneuvered us down his hallway making his way to the bedroom. Just as he placed me on the bed, His phone started ringing from his back pocket of his jeans interrupting the moment.

Pulling away out of breath Morgan quickly answered the phone in an aggravated tone “What do you want Jake?”

“Just making sure you guys are still coming tonight. I know you’re probably struggling to keep your hands off of her. And by the tone in your voice, I interrupted something didn’t I?”

“We are leaving now,” Morgan replied quickly hanging up the phone and rolling his eyes.

“I’m going to kill Jake.” He muttered before he softly kissed my lips. Standing up he pulled me into a standing position as well. We both walked back into the living room and started to get dressed again since our clothes were thrown around the TV room.

“God, I wish we could stay here all night, but our friends are waiting for us,” Morgan said still annoyed by the phone call interrupting us.

“Babe, it will be fun,” I said as I leaned up and kissed his lips before slowly walking away from him swaying my hips in a teasing manner.

“But this would be so much more fun than stupid dinner, but I guess we can continue this later?” stated Morgan as he lightly slapped my butt.

“Oh, you bet we will. I’m still hot and bothered” I replied turning around and winking at him.

‘That makes the two of us.’ Morgan muttered to himself as he pointed down to the tent that straining against his jeans.

“I’m going to have trouble keeping my hands off of you,” Morgan added as he placed his hand on my back gently guiding me out his door and toward the elevator.

The group was already there when we showed up causing the group to chirp us for being late.

“Look who finally decided to show up?” Teased Jake as he sent a wink my way.

“Sorry, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of me.” I teased as Morgan rolled his eyes at the teasing he was receiving both his teammates and from me.

He pulled out my chair for me before sitting down next to me, placing his hand on my lap underneath the table.

“Hails, I ordered us some rosé wine,” Lucy said as she winked my way.

“Thanks, Babe,” I said as I sent her a wink back in her direction.

I could hear Jake whisper to Morgan jokingly

“Dude our girls are already best friends we are in serious trouble.”

“Double trouble, they are basically the same person,” Morgan whispered back winking at me as our eyes locked.

Everyone sat around drinking, eating and laughing as we talked and got to know one another. Well, mostly me getting to know them and vice versa.

“Wait you played hockey?” Asked Freddie intrigued once I mentioned it.

Nodding my head I replied, “I started playing when I was about four years old and stopped playing after I graduated university.”

“Wow, what university did you play for? More importantly, what position did you play?” Questioned Auston.

“I played defense for the University of British Columbia,” I replied looking towards Morgan to see his reaction. In all the conversations we have had the fact that I played hockey never came up.

Morgan’s face lit up and he smiled as he squeezed my leg. He leaned in and whispered, “maybe we should have a game of one on one... see who is the better defenseman in our relationship.”

Nodding my head “Morgan, you are hands down the better player in the relationship.”

“Jesus, Mo you’re so lucky! I want a hot, athletic and smart nanny. Got any friends Hails? ” Auston asked as he sent a wink my way.

“Well Auston I have nanny friends I could set you up with but the thing is they take care of children all day they don’t want to date one as well,”  I said in a teasing manner.

“Omg, that was amazing,” Mitch exclaimed as he burst out laughing.

Everyone else started laughing including Auston.

“Mo, you got a good one. She is going to fit right in with us.” Auston replied as he leaned over the table to fist bump me.

Morgan’s hand gave my leg another squeeze as he smiled at me.

“Does anyone know when or where the team Halloween party is?” Asked Mitch.

“I believe it’s in our lounge after the Winnipeg game on the 27th” Freddie answered as he took a sip of his beer.

“I can’t believe we don’t have a game on Halloween this year, It's just too bad we play the next day against Dallas or we could have gone out.“ stated Auston.

“What are you doing for Halloween Hails?” Asked Lucy as she filled both of our wine glasses with more wine. A sign that both Lucy and I were going to get wine drunk.

“Morgan and I are actually going to go trick or treating with the Green’s,” I answered before taking another sip of my wine.

“You’re already invited to family events with her work family? You really have it bad for Hailey don’t you?” Teased Auston as both him and Mitch did the whipping motion.

Steph rolled her eyes at her boyfriend as she smacked his arm playfully.

Steph turned to both Lucy and I whispering so that the boys couldn’t hear “When are you guys free to go shopping for our costumes?”

“Well, I’m done work at 6:00 pm all this week so we can go anytime after that?”

“Perfect I’m done work at the same time.” Replied Steph.

“I can’t wait to see the boys faces when they see our costumes.” Smirked Lucy.

Morgan’s POV

I looked towards Hailey as she was in a deep conversation with the girls. I was so thankful that Hailey would have both Lucy and Steph to lean on for support navigating the life of being a Hockey Girlfriend.

“By the way Mo-daddy, if you can’t tell we think Hailey is perfect for you,” Mitch said.

I looked at the boys as they all smiled at me, agreeing with Mitch.

I nodded my head towards them as a silent thank you for their support. I knew that Hailey and I needed all the support we could get if any of the fangirls found out about us before we were a strong enough couple to withstand anything.

Hailey’ POV

I sat back quietly the rest of the dinner as I observed the friends interact with each other, only speaking when a question was directed to me.

From what I could tell Auston, Jake and Mitch were the loud and outgoing ones whereas Freddie was more like Morgan a mix of introvert and extrovert.

The dinner was a huge success in my opinion as both the boys and I had the opportunity to ask questions and get to know each other better.

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After the dinner was done Morgan and I headed to his place for the night. We were cuddling on the couch watching a Halloween F.R.I.E.N.D.S episode when Morgan paused the show and looked down at me asking “What are we going to dress up as this year for Halloween?”

“Well, actually...” I stammered kind of nervous to see his reaction. I had been practicing what I would say to him since we came up with the idea to do a girls costume. But now looking into his eyes, it made me sad that I could possibly be disappointing him. “Lucy, Steph, Christina and I are going to do a girls costume.”

“But Babe,” Morgan whined as he flashed me his best puppy dog pout. “I leave for a week and you totally forget about me. I really wanted to do a couples costume with you.” He said as he sighed and sent a wink my way to show me he was joking.

I couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic Morgan was being. “Well it’s too late now, I already promised the girls that we would do a costume together. But how about we do a couples costume when you come over on Halloween to go trick or treating with me and the kids?” I asked.

“Fine.” He huffed again, pulling me into his arms to tickle me, which caused me to squeal as I laughed.

“Do I at least get to know what you guys are going to be dressing up as?”

“Nooopeeee.” I said dragging out the word “you will find out just like the rest of the boys... at the party.”

“Ugh! Can you at least tell me if you are going to dress up sexy?” He asked as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“No,” I exclaimed as I hit his arm laughing.

“You’re no fun.” He teased laughing as he threw me over his shoulder running towards his bedroom, and jumping on me after he threw me onto his bed.

“Morgan, your beard is tickling me!” I exclaimed giggling as he started rubbing his beard into the corner of my neck trying to tickle me.

He pulled away looking at me “babe, I thought you loved the beard?”

“I do, I just wasn’t prepared for it to tickle me at this very moment. I thought we were going to continue on where we left off before dinner.” I replied as I pulled his face towards mine deepening the kiss.

“Well, then I guess I have to rock your world that way you never forget about me when I am on road trips.” Morgan joked as he started peppering kisses down my neck lightly sucking.

He stopped right before my chest pulling away with a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

“Tease,” I whined jokingly just before he kissed my lips again.

Pulling away Morgan whispers “I promise you, you won’t be feeling this way when I’m done.”

Morgan slowly moved his way down my body giving sweet tender kisses as he slowly made his way to the place I needed his mouth on most.

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I laid in Morgan’s arms with my head on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat as he Absentmindedly drew circles on my bare back.

“God, I really missed you.” Sighed Morgan as he looked down towards me. “Your little note was so adorable. Every time I missed you I looked at the note and smiled. Just knowing that I had my girl back home rooting for me and supporting me made me work just that much harder. Don’t tell the boys this but, I actually put  the note in my locker during the games and looked at it between periods for motivation.”

“Awe babe,” I said as I reached up and kissed him on the lips. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Seriously, I’m the lucky one. I still can’t believe you’re mine and that you agreed to this lifestyle for me.  I promise you I will never let you go.”  Morgan stated as he looked into my blue eyes.

Looking into Morgan’s Eyes there was so much passion behind them that I could tell that he meant what he said. That was one thing about Morgan, I never doubted his words because they were usually followed by his actions.

Before I knew what was happening Morgan flipped us over so that I was now lying underneath him as he passionately kissed my lips making his way down my neck lightly sucking causing a moan to slip out. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel the heat radiating from my core.

“please don’t make a mark,” I reply as another moan slips between my lips.

“No promises, being with you makes me not think clearly,” Morgan said with so much passion in his voice.

“Awe,” I said as I pulled his lips back to mine.

Morgan pulled away, leaning over me to pull open his side drawer to grab a condom. I watched as he rolled on the condom biting my lip in anticipation.

He lined himself up and slowly pushed himself into me. Looking me in the eyes as he moved our body’s in sync with each other. With one look into his ocean blue eyes, I could feel how much I really meant to him, more than words could ever say.

This intimate moment between both of us made me feel so much more connected with Morgan. I was falling fast and hard hoping he would catch me.

I fell asleep with my head on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me feeling happy and content. I could stay wrapped up in his arms forever.

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I woke up still wrapped up in Morgan’s arms as flashbacks of the night before came flooding through my brain. Just the thought of last night was enough to make me wet again, he definitely knows what he is doing and was the best I’ve ever been with.

As if he could feel me looking at him, he slowly opened his eyes a smile forming as soon as he saw me in his arms.

“Mmmmmm morning beautiful,” Morgan said his voice still full of sleep.

“Morning” I whisper as I started kissing my way towards Morgan’s abs.

“Jesus babe, that’s every guy's dream wake up. I really unleashed a monster last night.”

I nodded my head “if you don’t want me to crave it, you shouldn’t be so good.” I teased before I continued to make my way further down his body to the place I wanted most at this moment. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel last night.

“God, you’re amazing with your mouth,” Morgan said through his moans.

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I rolled out of Morgan’s arms and quietly climbed out of bed careful not to wake him up. I grabbed his t-shirt off the floor slipping it on before making my way to the kitchen to make us breakfast.

I searched through his kitchen cupboards until I found all the ingredients to make pancakes.

As I was stirring the pancake mix, I felt Morgan slip his hands around my stomach as he kissed the top of my head from behind. I put down the spatula and turned around and cuddled into his arms. I looked up as he slowly lowered his head to kiss my awaiting lips.

We pulled away from the kiss and I turned back towards the stove to finish up the pancakes as Morgan continued to have his arms wrapped around me from behind.

“You look so hot in just my shirt.”

“Hahaha, men.” I joked as I added some chocolate chips that I found into the bowl.

“What are you making?” Questioned Morgan as he peeked over my shoulder to see what was in the bowl.

“I’m making us chocolate peanut butter and banana pancakes,” I replied as I started pouring the batter onto the hot frying pan.

“I literally won the lottery with you, seriously your cooking and baking are to die for.” He said as he sent me a wink as he walked over to the coffee maker to make us coffees.

[pluviophile-imagines]

Ok but imagine there’s a blackout and it’s quarantine housemate style with Kirishima. You guys search around in the dark for candles and there’s fluffy moments of touching/bumping into each other. When you find the only candle you have, you sit it between the both of you and play never have I ever to pass the time until the lights come back on. It’s very silly and fun and there’s secrets shared and maybe kisses (definitely kisses)

Omg I love this? Djdksdjdnd you did it I got inspired so here’s a lil ficlet I wrote bc my muse grabbed me by the throat and told me to write. Anon, this was so cute lmfao. I had to put a read more bc I wrote too much 😳

Kirishima’s a chivalrous guy; when the power goes and the entire apartment suddenly becomes steeped in darkness, the first thing he does is run to ur room to make sure you’re ok, not scared or anything. He probably runs into your door in the dark lol. & yeah, you’re fine, but it is kinda unnerving so you two decide to hang out in the living room. You know you’ve got a battery powered lantern around but Kiri’s set on candles (he says something about tradition) and honestly it’s too endearing to say no so you help him hunt down some tealights and big mason jar ones.

There’s not a lot so you only set them up in the living room. Your apartment is definitely a fire hazard now with all the open flames around, but honestly he was right—all the candles have a nicer energy than the bright LED light of your lantern. You guys end up together on the floor with candles all around you.

You’re the one who suggests playing Never Have I Ever. He’s kinda hesitant, ‘cause every time he’s played it with his UA friends it’s ended poorly, but when he voices this concern with you, you just laugh and say that happens in big groups. It’s just you and him, though, so if questions make either of you uncomfortable you or he can just say so.

You learn so. Much. Shit about each other and each others’ friends it’s kind of insane. You’d been friends before (I think it’d be hard to be Kiri’s roommate and not become friends with him, he wouldn’t let you) but never really all that close. This definitely changes that. You sit there together for hours, talking and laughing and enjoying each others company. Somewhere along the line you gravitate towards each other until you’re basically half on his lap, legs all tangled up, covered by a blanket he’s grabbed from the couch.

That’s the position you’re in when your statement is, “Never have I ever had a decent kiss.”

Kirishima probably puts his finger down and is already thinking of his next one before his brain fully catches up and realizes that the point is to make the other person put their finger down and keep yours up, which would mean that…

“Wait, you’ve never been kissed well?”

He doesn’t really sound like he’s joking, and there’s genuine concern on his face when you look at him, like it’s a detriment to your health that all the times you’ve been kissed have been disasters.

“No, not really. I’ve only done it a few times and it was just… bad breath or gross slobber or biting my lip in a not sexy way.” You shrug. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? You’re like, a year away from graduating college and you’ve had—what did you say? Four boyfriends?”

“Two of those were in middle school, Kirishima. No kissing involved, though if there had been I wouldn’t expect it to be any good.”

“It’s still bullshit. I mean, you like a guy enough to want to kiss him and he just drops the ball like that? Doesn’t even bother to learn how to do it right?”

He’s getting kind of heated about it, like your only two real boyfriends had done you entirely wrong because the few times you’d locked lips had been objectively awful.

“It’s not like I was dating them just to physically be with them. I liked their personality and their intelligence and shit.”

“And shit,” he repeats, looking at you like you said you’d slapped your grandmother in the face. “That’s— I mean— a kiss is supposed to be a way of showing your affection. And there are so many kinds, like I can’t imagine you’d make out with someone if they didn’t know how to properly kiss.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Nah, no way, I don’t have the patience for that.”

“So you’ve never made out with anyone.”

“Nope.”

“You’re 21 and you just. Haven’t had a real kiss.”

“Hey!” You smack his shoulder playfully. “I put my lips against someone else’s lips because I liked them romantically, that’s a real kiss.”

“No, no, not if you didn’t like it. A real kiss is supposed to leave you wanting more—it’s supposed to, like, make you feel all giddy and excited, like you've gotten a fresh breath of air and released some tension but at the same time you’ve become addicted.”

You sit there frozen for a few seconds, unable to figure out how to respond. You settle on shaking your head in disbelief. “Well, let me know if you know a guy who can kiss like that so I can fix this apparent utter travesty in my life.”

“I mean...” he pauses just barely, eyes meeting yours before he continues. “I’m right here, if you wanna fix it now.”

That stuns you to silence. You’re not sure if he’s being serious but it still makes your imagination run wild. You’ve known he’s attractive (I mean, you have eyes), but honestly never thought the sentiment might be mutual.

Plus… the way he’s looking at you kind of makes you excited. You don’t think a guy has ever looked at you that way before.

“I’m serious. I could kiss you right now. D’you want me to?”

“I—“ you cut yourself off, trying to stop your train of thought in its tracks while it’s conjuring up images of him doing exactly that. Unfortunately for you, your eyes subconsciously fall upon his lips, and that does not fucking help in the slightest. Before you can fully think it through, you’re breathing out, “Okay.”

Kirishima sits up and turns so that he’s leaning back against your couch. Then he reaches toward you and gently maneuvers you to sit fully on his lap, straddling him. The blanket falls from your legs and lays forgotten in a heap next to the two of you. “Is that good?”

At your nod, he brings one of his hands up to your neck, holding you tenderly. It’s so big that his fingers reach past your nape even while his palm cradles your jaw. He uses it to guide you towards him and tilt your head the right way.

You thought he was being ridiculous when he described a good kiss. When he leans in to slate his lips against yours though, you realize what he was talking about. The connection does make you feel all giddy and excited—in fact, it makes your whole body buzz with adrenaline. Your eyes flutter closed on their own.

He guides you, a combination of his hand on your neck and the movement of his lips directing you through minute motions that do, in fact, make you feel like you’ve gotten a breath of fresh air. It only gives you a desire to delve deeper, and he obliges, pulling you closer by both the hand cradling your jaw and the one that’s resting on the small of your back.

The action makes you realize foggily that your own hands have moved; one clutching his bicep in an attempt to keep you mostly vertical while your body melts into him, the other threading through his hair (which is lacking product because he ran out two days ago, which he told you early on in your game).

He pulls back too soon, in your opinion. Again, his words from before flood your head; the kiss really has left you wanting more. You’re pretty sure you are addicted. And when you finally open your eyes to find him grinning at you, all you can think of when you see those pointed teeth is how well he might be able to use them next time.

“There.” Your eyes snap up to meet his as he speaks, tone more than a little satisfied. You suppose that you’re wearing on your face all the confirmation he needs to know that he has, in fact, fixed your little problem. He asks anyway, though. “Did I do it?”

You bite your lip. It’s subconscious, but you enjoy the way he gaze is drawn to it and becomes heavy-lidded at the sight. It’s all the confirmation you need as you draw you mouth back in a grin. “I dunno. I think we should try again, just to make sure.”