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mel-13-29 · 2 years ago

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vada cavell x reader

Talk of shooting I slight smut discretion is advised

~~ "Are you fucking kiding me right now?"

"I'm so sorry ..please"

You were furious. Angry didn't even cut it anymore. As you stood in the middle of the room, thankful your parents were gone, Vada sat on your bed looking lost and frightened. But somehow the anger you felt outweighed the need to comfort her. Right now she didn't deserve comfort.

"I get kissing Mia, hell I've kissed Mia," you watch Vada lower her head "But Quinton? you go behind my back and kiss Quinton?!"

"I'm-…. I'm sorry, y/n. didn't mean anything-"

"Then why do it?!" You scream and Vada flinches. Again you were to mad to care. "why would you kiss him? when you know we were dating?"

"I just wanted to feel something!" Vada finally snaped. Then she slapped a hand on her mouth with a gasp.

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you as you swayed back slightly. brows furrowed as you processed what she had said.

"So….so you dont feel anything with me anymore?"

"No…thats not what i meant!"

You clench your fists. "thats what it sure sounded like to me."

Vada stood up, Now she was angry. Angry that you'd think such a thing about her feelings towards you. She took a step forward and you took one back, trying to keep the distance.

"You kissed another person, Two!, And you want me to believe that you still feel something for me?"

"Baby-"

"No!" you point a shaky finger at her, feeling tears sting the corners of your eyes as a lump forms in your throat. "I have't talked to you in weeks, weeks Vada, because I've been giving you space. But when i finally hear from you it's because you got caught kissing Quinton. How the Fuck do you think that makes me feel?"

Vada held her hands u, a stray piece of hair falling from her messy bun and brushing on her cheek. "It didn't mean anything and he pushed me away before it could get to deep."

"The fact that he had to push you away is what makes my stomach sick. you wanted to kiss him,"

Your voice trails off into a soft whimper at the thought as you take another step back and place a hand over your mouth so a sob couldn't escape. you look away from the girl because at the moment, you couldn't bear to see her face.

"Please just let me explain-"

You snap you're gaze up, a very heated one that causes Vada to swallow hard but didn't say anything.

Your girlfriend took thins as a sign to continue. she opened her mouth to speak but then her phone started to ring. You furrow your brows and watch as Vada pulls out her phone from her short pocket.

"It's Mia."

Your jaw clenched "Answer it.."

Vada's head snaped up and you could see she was fighting a battle. she knew if she left here she'd never see you again, but she also knew that Mia needed her She was in a hard place with only one decision to make, she answers the phone.

"Hey Mia."

Your hard twists in pain at the way her voice switched to a sweeter version of it self. One she's used on you plenty of times. you turn your head away and do your best not to watch her. The start of a panic attack could be felt, you tried to shake it of but it was no use. you deserved better.

"I kinda cant right now Mia, I'm doing damage control."

Oh, so you were damaged and needed to be controlled? thats when the doubt started to settled in. Maybe Vada didn't want you because you were to damaged. Maybe all of the weight of your past was to much for her. Maybe Mia could give her a better life, hell even Quinton he was a good gut, right?

"If it all works out then sure,"

You hear Vada say though it was distorted, Kind of like your head had been submerged under water.

Vada hangs up the phone call only to toss her phone behind her on the floor. That's when she looked up and noticed how you were staring out your window, your hands were trembling.

"Y/n…"

"Do you want to be with Mia?"

Vada stares on in confusion as you slowly turn to face her, tears dripping down your cheeks. Vada knew she fucked up.

"Am I too much for you? Too much that you had to find safety in Mia and Quinton?"

"No! That's not what this is about."

"Then tell me Vada! Because I'm on the verge of a panic attack and if you don't explain to me right the fuck now why you chose to ignore me for weeks while kissing other people behind my back, I will make this decision for you." You suck in a deep shuddery breath, "and I promise, you will not like the outcome."

Vada chewed on her lower lip. You weren't normally an angry person, most of your anger would always be bottled up until it was too late and you'd burst. Well, you've built up enough anger to let that bottle shatter. And Vada knew that. But she also knew you weren't threatening to harm her, you were threatening your relationship with her. Something you've never done before, but something you've talked about. You promised Vada that if she ever cheated on you, you'd break up with her.

"After the shooting, I stopped feeling things. I was numb for a while. And I didn't want to pull you down with my negativity." Vada started, "Mia and Quinton were in the stall with me when it happened so I felt obligated to make sure they were okay. Quinton watched his brother die and it made me feel bad for him because that could have been my sister."

Your eyes soften at the thought of Amelia, the poor girl had called you a few times during Vada's weeks worth of dissociating.

"The things I did weren't me, I wasn't even present for most of it. I had clocked out and was on autopilot or some shit."

Vada was slowly taking steps towards you, and while you wanted to be far away from her, your back pressed against the wall behind you from the amount of steps you took to keep the space between her, which made you trapped. You could have walked around her but she was fast, faster than you, so she'd easily catch you.

"Mia and I kissed. And we almost went further than that but she stopped it. Told me I had a girlfriend and made me realize I wasn't being fair to you."

"Oh my god…." A hand presses over your mouth as you look away from the girl, tears falling again now that more of the truth is coming out.

"Y/n, listen to me." Vada tried again but this time you weren't having it.

"You almost fucked Mia?!"

Vada sighed and nodded her head.

"Get out…" you were seething.

"No, baby please…"

"You don't have the right to call me that! Not after what you did!"

Vada stood her ground, she wasn't about to lose you.

"I'm not leaving."

You could feel annoyance swell up in your chest. You just wanted to be alone, to process the heartache but Vada was inching towards you. The longer you stared at her, the more betrayed you felt. Could you even forgive her? You could barely stand to look at her. She was crying too but it had stopped a bit ago and now she just looked determined. She was absolutely beautiful but at the same time, you couldn't recognize her. Vada had changed and you weren't sure if you liked it or not.

"Vada, if you don't leave then I'll call my brother and have him make you leave…" you threatened.

She says nothing, just keeps stepping closer. You both hold eye contact for a moment, neither of you breathing, before your hand shoots out and grabs the phone off your desk next to you. Vada rushed forward quickly and pinned her entire body against yours, both hands gripping your wrists.

"Let me go!!" You cry out and try to get your hands free but Vada was strong, maybe too strong.

"Not until you calm down!"

"I am calm!"

The struggle lasted for a few minutes as Vada fought you for your phone, trying to take it but you managed to switch it to your other hand. Vada's face being close to yours.

"Let me go ..just let go!" You started to sob as you desperately tried to get your phone, fighting against Vada's hold. But eventually she won and tossed your phone behind her where it lay next to hers on the ground.

She then slipped her thigh up and pressed it between your legs in order to lock you, though it caused different effects as your body tingles from the sudden touch. You gasp and look down at the girl. The girl who had been your first everything. When your eyes connect with hers, you could still see the love she held for you. It made you cry harder but Vada wasn't having it. Vada wanted you. She wanted to prove that to you. So she pushed forward and kissed you.

It was like second nature to you. Vada knew her way around your mouth, knew what to touch with her tongue that would make you buckle at the knees, knew what techniques could make you succumb to her. She remembered it as clearly as you did. So when you try to push her, albeit weakly, Vada pressed her entire body closer until her thigh pressed into your core. You moan into her mouth as the anger slowly dissipates into lust, though it lay dormant at the surface.

Vada parts from your lips in order to pepper kisses along your cheek and jaw, letting you catch your breath as she thrusts up against you. Your body betrays you and you're left grinding down on her thigh.

"….let go .." you beg, and this time she does. So your hands move to grab onto the back of her shirt. The rhythm between you two was matched, you easily became in sync with her movements until you were both one unit, dry humping against your wall. You didn't care, this was the first time Vada paid any attention to you and against your better judgment, you soaked it all up like a dry sponge.

Vada was busy creating a hickey on the side of your neck while both of her hands gripped your hips to keep you from going anywhere. Your hands tugged at her shirt until it was being pulled over her head. Which left behind her sports bra and shorts. You then, with the little self control you did possess, pushed her away. Vada stumbled back with an undignified sound as the both of you stared at the other.

You panted heavily, lips swollen and neck throbbing from the mark that would take pounds of makeup to cover, as you take in Vada's form.

"If you don't fuck me like you mean it, I'll kick you out of here myself and you'll never see me again." You demand, venom lacing your voice that made Vada shiver. She grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you back to your bed. A/n sorry i could not give the full chapter cause tumblr would not let me go through the word limit mark thing but got this on Wattpad and got permission from the author so if you want part 2 with the full fic & the book ( on wattpad ) tell me A/n here the full book

#vada cavell x reader #vada cavell #lesbian reader #lesbian #gay af #vada cavell x reader smut

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writerlyhabits · 2 years ago

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First Date

Pairing: tfatws Bucky Barnes x Single Mom! Reader

Ch. 2 of Blue is For Ben series | Masterlist | Ch. 1 | Ch. 3

Word count: 6.0k

Summary: Bucky wants to ask you out on a real first date, but what does that look like when you don’t have anyone to watch your son?

Warnings: mild language, mentions of previous assholes reader has dated, more kide related media and games, I think that’s all it’s pretty cute

AN: Okay… I know this took forever to get out, but I started writing one idea that takes place after this and had a hard time transitioning, so I started over and wrote this chapter instead 😂 If you’re waiting for something a little spicier, stay tuned, I promise it’s coming 😉 Thanks @deceiverofgodss for helping me through this, ily 💙

“NO! It’s gonna fall!” Your son screeched from the living room. And as you continued to chop up your taco meat in the pan, you heard a heavy thump on the ground and an excited giggle from the four-year-old.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that there was a hundred-year difference between the two of them. Ben’s developing motor skills and small size gave him a slight disadvantage as he played his favorite Bluey game, and Bucky was far too invested in how high he could get their high score. Keepy Uppy experts, they called themselves, smacking a balloon this way and that trying to keep it off of the floor.

You weren’t sure your downstairs neighbors would be as excited about it as they were. But it was beyond adorable, and you didn’t have the heart to make them stop.

It hadn’t taken long for Bucky Barnes to find a place for himself in your lives, and it had been far easier to get him through your door since that first night he came over for dinner. It started with dinners here and there until he was almost expected at the table each night. Ben wanting to show off his school projects had turned into after-school play dates, which then became a demanding four-year-old and a super soldier on call, ready to be at your doorstep in a moment's notice.

One of those first few afternoons you had half a mind to apologize, to tell him he was allowed to tell Ben ‘no’ and do his own thing. But he walked in with a sweet smile and soft touches, greeting Ben with equal enthusiasm. Before you could even get it out, Bucky made sure you knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be.

When it was just the two of you, Ben would often tell you that Bucky was his best friend. And after you put him to bed, you felt like a schoolgirl with a crush when Bucky’s nightly text messages came in. “Bedtime went okay?” translated to it’s my turn to talk to you, which never failed to bring a giddy smile to your face.

“MAMA!” You snapped your head up in Ben’s direction, seeing the blue balloon floating across the counter that divided your kitchen and your living room. Glancing at Bucky, he gave you a wink as his eyes danced between you and the balloon.

With both boys looking at you with anticipation, how could you deny them?

Resting your spatula against the pan, you scurried to the counter and got up on your toes, leaning across it to smack the balloon back into the living room where Ben bounced over to it. You watched them for a few moments, smiling to yourself as you watched the brick wall of a man play so sweetly with Ben, complete with goofy faces and exaggerated movements just to make him laugh.

That shouldn’t have been all it took to make you absolutely head over heels for him. And yet you had to physically make yourself look away and focus on cooking dinner to avoid watching him with heart eyes. Logically, watching a man play well with your four-year-old shouldn’t have been the root of your affections… but it was kind of hard for it to be anything else when Ben was always with you.

“Hey, we kept it up twenty-four times, that’s pretty good!” Bucky reasoned from the living room, alerting you to the fact that their game of Keepy Uppy had ended.

“Let’s do it again! We’ll really beat the high score this time,” Ben said enthusiastically, and Bucky gave a deep chuckle.

“How about you start this round without me? See how far you can get by yourself, okay? I’ll be back in a sec,” he reasoned, leaving the four-year-old to count to himself.

Before you could process that he was coming to see you, one of Bucky’s large hands smoothed over the middle of your back. Your body instinctively leaned into his touch, and you tried to cover it up by turning to meet his gaze, finding him leaning against the counter beside you with a cocked brow.

“Hey sugar, come here often?” He teased, but it still brought a sheepish smile to your face as his deep voice lilted in all the right places.

“Only every day of my life,” you retorted, a boyish grin appearing on his face.

“Can I help you with anything?” He asked gently.

“I mean… you could stir the beans if you want. I thought you were playing with Ben?”

“And now I’m talking to you,” he winked at you, removing his hand from your back so he could tend to the other pot simmering on the stove. You tried to ignore how much you missed the feeling. “He’ll be fine, I’ll go back out there in a few minutes.”

“Mmm, okay… so what do you want?” You shot playfully, and he gave you a confused look. “I’m smarter than that, James. You have a question you want me to answer.” He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I- well, not because I don’t want to spend time with you,” he quickly defended himself, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. “It’s- c’mon, we were playing keepy uppy, you can’t expect me to turn that down,” he argued, now laughing with you.

“But you do have a question for me?” He nodded in defeat.

“I was just wondering… Do you have someone you trust to watch Ben?”

Oh.

That question.

The one that, with men you had entertained in the past, had meant they were done playing family man, that they wanted Ben to be someone else’s problem so they could get you alone. It was always pitched to you like it was some kind of fantasy of yours, like they were doing you this big favor by giving you a reason not to be Mom. As if that was ever something you wanted to escape.

It usually meant the end of whatever short-lived flirtationship you had allowed. They would show their true colors, turning into ugly versions of themselves when denied what they were really after. Your walls would go back up, you would keep your baby close to your chest, and you would never hear from them again.

But Bucky was nothing like any of those men. He couldn’t be farther from them.

“I uh… No, I don’t,” you started shyly, not very good at hiding how his question had caught you off guard. But when you watched his expression shift, it was soft, and there was no leap to a defense. He was different. “I’ve been working from home since Ben was born, and I only went back to the office because he started going to school. Other than friends here and there…” You shrugged and gave a quiet shake of your head. “Why do you ask?”

“Well…” he started, taking a deep breath before he looked back at you, still effortlessly reducing you to a puddle with one look despite his evident nerves. “I was thinking of asking you out on a date.”

It was annoying what that one sentence did to you.

“Figured I’d do this right, take you out to dinner and make it a real first date. Just for one night.”

Just for one night… you’d never heard that one before.

“I can.” What were you saying? “I can find someone. Just for a few hours, right? I’m sure there are a few sitters in the building. I can make it work.”

What were you saying?

It burned coming up out of your throat. Sure, Ben was four years old, he was plenty old enough to be left under someone else’s supervision. But he was all you had. And it’s not like you required much from a potential sitter, keeping him safe and happy was all you really cared about. But it was so hard to let go of him, and far easier to just reschedule things for another time. Now you were agreeing to hand your baby away because a pair of pretty blue eyes said he wanted to treat you to a night out.

And you wanted it.

Before you could take it back, even before the rush of mom guilt started to flood in, Bucky was already swooping in to rescue you from your spiraling thoughts.

“Hang on, don’t go pawning him off on someone you don’t trust, you’re gonna stress me out,” he assured you, his hands coming up to rub the sides of your arms soothingly, his face completely serious. “I just wanted to know if you already had someone, not for you to go find one.”

The relief that flooded your body was more satisfying than you could have ever imagined. And somehow there was still room to be disappointed in what you lost. The idea of sitting at a table in a nice restaurant and being able to talk, really talk without the fear of what little ears could hear…

With Bucky, it sounded wonderful.

“I still want to take you out on a date,” he told you, bringing you out of your thoughts as if he could read them. You smiled sheepishly and shook your head.

“And how do you think that’s gonna work, Buck?” You laughed, amused by the image of you and Bucky in a fancy dining room joined by a booster seat and a plate of chicken nuggets. “Just give me a little time to conduct interviews like a neurotic mom, I’ll find someone he’ll be okay with.”

“Nah, we’ll take him with us,” He grinned, patting your arms before he pushed off of the counter to peek out into the living room. “Psst…. Ben… c’mere.” You watched in intrigue as your son quickly abandoned the balloon he was tossing into the air to toddle over to the super soldier, launching himself into Bucky’s arms as the tall man kneeled down.

“What do you think about me taking you and your mom to the park on Saturday?” he offered, and your son immediately lit up.

“Is today Saturday?” You and Bucky shared a look.

“No buddy, today is Thursday. Saturday is on the weekend when you don’t go to school.” Ben contemplated this for a moment before he replied.

“Why?” He asked, his arms still wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders. You couldn’t help but giggle, watching Bucky try not to laugh as he recalibrated, Ben’s responses clearly not having matched the idea in his head.

“Well… so we can all spend some time together. We’ll go get hot dogs, and I’ll take you guys to the park. And maybe I’ll treat you guys to…” Bucky hesitated, taking a quick glance at you as he considered his next words. “Maybe I’ll get us a treat afterward. How’s that sound?”

“Good!” Ben said enthusiastically, already starting to climb around the super soldier like a jungle gym. “Bucky?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Can tomorrow be Saturday?” Bucky’s face softened as he helped Ben climb up around his back. Seeing Ben so excited, you couldn’t help your own heart melting a little bit. You could compromise.

“Ben, honey,” you started, and Ben’s face appeared under Bucky’s bicep as he hung off of the outstretched vibranium arm like a monkey. “Why don’t you ask Bucky if he wants to go tomorrow after school?”

You watched him struggle to climb around Bucky’s arm, the human playground as patient as ever while he watched – and helped – in amusement. And he scrunched his nose when Ben put his mouth to Bucky’s ear, much better at keeping himself from flinching away from Ben’s ticklish whispers than you were.

And then Bucky effortlessly grabbed the child and twisted him around, giggling the whole way, to whisper his response in Ben’s ear. When he backed away, the two boys shared a look, nodding in agreement. Thick as thieves… Bucky nodded his head towards you, getting Ben to finally loop you into the plan.

“Bucky sayed yes! He sayed it’s a date,” he relayed excitedly, and then did his best to wink with only one of his eyes. He almost had it, too.

“Then tomorrow it is,” you said sweetly, and this time Bucky was the one shooting you a wink as he got up from his knees.

“Keepy Uppy! Come on, let’s go!” Ben pleaded, no longer interested in dragging on these grown-up details, and pulling on Bucky’s hand with all his strength. Which, of course, didn’t make a difference.

“Hold on, kiddo, let me finish talking to your Mama,” he laughed, and Ben groaned as he returned to the living room to play by himself. You kept yourself propped up against the counter as Bucky approached you, confident that your weakened knees needed another moment to be able to support you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to rush you into anything,” you smiled, and he shook his head.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out for an embarrassingly long amount of time, tomorrow is perfect” he offered, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “I’m just glad he’s so excited.”

“Me too,” you sighed, glancing back out into the living room to see your son laid out on the edge of the couch as he tossed his balloon into the air. “So, what treat did you change your mind about?” You asked with a grin.

“It wasn’t so much that I changed my mind? I just didn’t think promising him ice cream ahead of time would end up working in our favor,” he explained with an exasperated expression, pulling a belly laugh out of you.

He was different.

…

“Alright I’ve got one,” Bucky offered from his spot on the wooden bench next to you, the two of you sitting on the perimeter of the park taking turns scooping bites from the rest of Ben’s cup of chocolate ice cream, which he’d ditched to play cafe with the other children and bring you the occasional fake ice cream.

“Oh this should be good,” you teased, handing him the small cup as you finished your bite. After having gotten hot dogs and walked around the city, you had already crossed off the usual first date topics and found yourselves in this sort of game of twenty questions. The main difference is that you were trying to take advantage of your time without little ears. Well, not being in an enclosed space with little ears.

“What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?” he asked, and you contemplated your answer as you watched him scoop out his last bite – he could finish it off in one spoonful easily, but he only took half before he handed it back to you.

“Okay, this one wasn’t exactly terrible, but just weird,” you started, and Bucky chuckled as you finished off the sweet treat and prepared to tell the story. “This guy took me out to eat at a hole-in-the-wall pizza place. Literally, it was just a window on the side of the tiniest building I’ve ever seen.

“We end up sitting to eat it in a park close by, and I start to think that the date can finally start. But then I look over and see him picking all his toppings off.” Bucky scrunched his nose, making you laugh as you kept explaining. “After he’d polished those off, he started peeling the cheese off too, just eating it in chunks.”

“And then he just ate the whole soggy crust by itself?” he asked incredulously. When you nodded, he closed his eyes and dropped his head into one of his hands, rubbing his face in what could only be described as despair.

“I lasted about halfway through the crust before I threw etiquette out the window, and asked him what the hell he was doing to that poor piece of pizza. He just laughed and told me he’d been eating it that way since he was a kid.”

“Please tell me you got up and left immediately,” he groaned, pulling a deep belly laugh from you as you watched him struggle to process your story.

You could have said that. That would be the normal thing to answer with, especially when talking about a different man on a first date.

“That uh… that was actually Ben’s dad.”

Or just put it all out there. That’s… that’s what you did. Way to make it awkward.

You weren’t sure what kind of response you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for him to look at you with his brows raised as if he’d just come to some profound discovery rather than irritation, or even surprise.

“So that’s why Ben eats pizza like that…”

“Like a weirdo? Apparently,” you finished, and Bucky chuckled to himself as he looked back out at the playground to check on the boy in question, and you admired his features as he did. “He’s never met that man in his life, but I guess pizza preferences are genetic. He just came out of the womb ready to confuse anyone who has to see him tear into a pepperoni pizza.”

“I’ve told you I’m from Brooklyn, right? New York?” He piped up, and you scrunched your face up in sympathy.

“I’m so sorry,” you laughed, an amused grin dancing on his face. “It probably drives you crazy, doesn’t it?”

“A little bit of me dies inside each time I watch him do it,” he deadpanned, only encouraging more of your laughter. “You should let me teach him how to eat it like a New Yorker.”

“Oh yeah? And which way is that?”

“You fold it! Down at the crust, that way you can eat it with one hand and keep walking,” he explained very passionately. Part of you wondered if he was exaggerating a little bit – his New York was a few decades behind the trends – but that was exactly how you’d seen him manhandle his slices last week.

“His hands are too small for that!” You reminded him, giggling when he looked offended.

“So we teach him now. Fix it before it’s too late, and then when he’s older we won’t have to worry about him eating pizza like a psychopath.”

The second the words left his lips, you felt realization hit him.

There was still an amused grin on his face, but the implication behind his words still hung in the air, and you could tell he was weighing his options as he watched your face for any trace of a response to how many times he had said we, not to mention talk of still being around when Ben was a little older.

“I- sorry, I know I just broke a lot of first date rules in a row,” he settled on, attempting to be humorous, so you played along.

“Well, you fed my kid hot dogs and ice cream, and didn’t bat an eye when I brought up the baby daddy, so I think we can throw those rules out the window.” Bucky’s nose scrunched up as he let out a boyish giggle, his cheeks turning pink at your reminder, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear the way your heart sped up because of it.

“Yeah? Just how many of those rules are we throwing out?” He asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow at you as he adjusted his spot on the bench, ending up just a little bit closer to you.

“That depends on what you’re planning,” you retorted, unable to stop from giggling when he gave you a smug expression.

Your innocent laughter was quick to fade when his tongue peeked out to lick his lips in a way that should not have had as much of an effect on you as it did, finding his baby blues darting down to your lips before returning your gaze.

“You’ve got something, right here…” he husked, the arm that had been resting against the back of the park bench moving slyly to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the corner of your lips.

“Hmmm really? Did I get ice cream on my face?” you managed as his face inched closer to yours, scanning your expression for any sign of rebuttal. Lucky for him, you were so giddy with anticipation that you may as well have had a green light on your forehead.

“Mhm, you did,” he chuckled deeply, the gravel of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me get that for you…”

“How kind of you,” you whispered, earning you a bright smile as the tip of his nose brushed against yours, your eyelids fluttering shut as you anticipated his next move.

The moment Bucky’s lips met yours, you could have been easily convinced that the world around you had fallen away. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d been kissed like this in the last four years, but none of them even stood close.

It was pure. Fucking. Bliss.

His mouth molded onto yours like a puzzle piece, filling something inside of you that you hadn’t realized was empty, curing some secret ache in your soul. The hand cupping your cheek slipped to the back of your neck to hold you just that much closer, angling his face to kiss you again, keeping you close to him. He touched you as if you were a delicate thing to be treasured while he kissed you like you were the very thing keeping him alive.

Bucky parted the kiss and held his lips away from yours by mere centimeters, an immediate wave of disappointment washing over you, wanting nothing more than for him to do it again. And again. And again.

“What do you think, is this one of those rules we can ignore?” he murmured, a playful grin on his face as you caught your breath.

“I think I’ll let it slide,” you teased right back, delighted by the huff of amusement you got from the muscular man in front of you, more than eager to let him lean back in to keep kissing you…

“MAMA!”

Honestly, you should have seen it coming.

Bucky’s lips had only just touched yours when Ben called for you from across the playground, and you could feel the super-soldier's wide grin spreading across his face as you scrunched your nose.

You put on your best attentive mother face as you turned to look at your son, finding him attempting to run up to you through the wood chips of the playground, his eyes trained on the handful of leaves in his hands.

“Yes baby?” you asked as he arrived right at your feet, finally looking up at you and Bucky.

“I buyed you more ice cream!” Ben shoved his cupped hands up to your chin, waiting expectantly for you to relieve him of his delivery.

“That was very sweet of you, Ben, thank you,” you sighed, doing your very best to keep the exasperation from your voice – Bucky’s chuckle telling you that you may not have succeeded – as you pretended to nibble on the leaves you’d been gifted. This was probably the fourth time you’d gone through his game of ice cream delivery, your date having received the other three.

When you emptied his “bowl” by tossing his leaves to the side, just as you and Bucky had alternated doing for the past six handfuls, you assumed he would return back to the game of cafe so his new friends could “wash the dishes.” That was the pattern, that’s how the game was supposed to go.

But if being a mom had taught you anything, it was that any assumption about your son’s next move would prove to be wrong.

So of course, possibly the only time where you might have wanted him to keep playing his game and leave you to find your own entertainment on the park bench, he patted his hands on his pants and began climbing into your lap. Pushing limbs to the side, almost kicking Bucky in the abdomen, actually headbutting you in the abdomen… the whole nine yards.

“What uh… what are you doin, bud?” you asked once he’d settled himself in the pocket of your crossed legs, grabbing for your arms as he wrapped them around him.

“I jus’ wanted to snuggle you,” he shrugged, wiggling impossibly closer to you as he looked back out at the playground, perfectly content to watch the other children play as he sat with the two of you. You rolled your eyes for only Bucky to see, getting another laugh out of him as you squeezed your son tight.

“Thank you, sweetheart, you know I love your cuddles,” you cooed, pressing a kiss into his soft hair. “You have awesome timing, did you know that? The absolute best.” Ben hummed in agreement to your not-so-subtle sarcasm, happy as could be while Bucky continued laughing.

While you definitely would have enjoyed getting to kiss him just a little bit longer, getting cuddled by your son while Bucky tucked in close and wrapped an arm around your shoulders was a very close second.

…

You shut the door to Ben’s room gently behind you, tip-toeing out into the living room where Bucky was waiting for you, leaning up against the arm of the couch with his hands resting gently in his lap. He raised his brows expectantly, silently asking how it went.

You waved a hand across your face. “He’s out,” you whispered, making Bucky smile.

“I thought he would be,” he said softly, nodding slowly. “I could tell he was so tired there at the end, he was getting goofy.” You laughed as you remembered Ben’s antics, climbing all over Bucky as he sat on the couch, doing anything he could to fight sleep, and laughing at just about anything that the super-soldier said to him whether it was meant to be comical or not.

“You wore him out!” you reminded, moving closer to him as you recounted the evening. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that boy run as fast as when you joined the kids’ game of chase.” He giggled as you stepped into the space between his legs, his hands instinctively lifting off of his lap to rest comfortably on your hips. “Earned yourself a couple points with the moms out there tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked sweetly, tilting his head in intrigue as you ran your hands up and down his muscular arms. Very muscular arms… You bit your lips and nodded to answer, earning a deep hum. “Did it earn me any points with Ben’s mom?”

Your eyes found the chain of his dog tags hanging around his neck, tucked into the soft sweater that stretched over his chest. Buying yourself time to find the right words to answer his flirtatious question, you trailed your hands up his shoulders until they found the beaded chain. Slowly you pulled them out and kept them hooked in two of your fingers, the chain taught against his neck as you finally met his gaze.

The blue of his eyes was slowly being overtaken by his pupils as he watched you. Not completely, but just enough to be noticeable, and it gave you a surge of confidence. You still had it.

“You earned enough points to be able to kiss me again,” you bartered, and a single dark brow arched up his forehead as you leaned closer, pressing your body up against his.

“How soon can I cash it in?” The gravel of his voice rumbled through his body, and you felt it go directly to your core. You gave a slight tug on the chain in your hands, clueing him into your answer.

He didn’t need telling twice. Bucky followed the pull of his dog tags and leaned in to reconnect his lips with yours, and the second they hit home you melted into his grasp. You dropped the chain and wrapped your arms around his neck, putting most of your weight in his arms as his hands slid to wrap around your hips, holding you tight.

It was hot, full of fire and hunger. He moved against you like it was second nature, tuned into every little sign and indicator your body was giving him, rendering you practically boneless. He nipped at your bottom lip, and teased your tongue with his own as you let him in, no thoughts in your head save from letting him keep kissing you like his life depended on it.

Before you could wrap your brain around needing to stop for air, Bucky broke the kiss. His lips were so close, and yet so far, hovering inches away from yours. You spared a glance to see why he was torturing you like this, leaning back slightly to find his eyebrows furrowed as he stood completely still, peering out of his peripheral vision to follow… whatever it was he heard.

After a few moments of silence, he relaxed again, turning his focus back to you and donning a sheepish grin when you raised your brows in question. “Sorry, I thought I heard Ben.”

Ben… Ben, your son, sleeping in the other room.

You didn’t even have the brain power to remember where you were, let alone keep your motherly instincts intact. Usually, it was you who had the all-hearing ears, being able to pick up on any slight out-of-place movement your son may have made.

This time you didn’t. But Bucky did. While making out with you.

“Are you even real?” You gushed, earning you a deep chuckle that rumbled through him, his nose scrunched up in amusement. “I mean, it’s enough of a task trying to find a man even willing to give a single mom the time of day. But here you are, buying him ice cream on our first date and listening for him mid-makeout.” His cheeks were turning a cute shade of pink as you rattled on with your praise, shaking his head through his amusement.

“Well, I’m glad I’m doing something right, but that’s… I don’t feel like I deserve praise for that,” he admitted modestly, his tumb rubbing a soothing circle into you back as he continued to hold you close. “I actually feel like I should be apologizing for what I said earlier, when I went on about future things, and saying ‘we’ so many times… I- I hope I didn’t freak you out.”

The longer he kept talking, the more you were convinced you were dreaming. At any moment you would wake up, and this wonderful wonderful man would be ripped away from you.

But when the dream didn’t end, you were quick to ease his worries. “Please don’t apologize for that, it was- okay, I don’t want to freak you out, but it was actually really refreshing.”

Bucky tilted his head in question, gesturing for you to keep talking, and you took a moment to find the right words to explain what you were trying to tell him. Words that didn’t make it sound quite as pathetic as you always thought it did.

“The guys I’ve dated in the past… well, I’ll just say that they were less concerned about finding a sitter specifically for the first date, and more interested in finding a way to get Ben out of the equation completely.” You had more to say, but for a moment all you could do was watch him. His face changed as soon as the words left your lips, and you were momentarily fascinated by the thinly veiled discomfort that took over his expression.

Bucky was angry.

Was it weird that it made your knees weak? His intense care for the both of you – as a complete unit – was making your insides do somersaults, and he wasn’t even seeking a reward for it. This wasn’t a show, he wasn’t trying to get on your good side. No, he was trying to hide it, play it off as something else.

“I’d way rather hear you talk about a possible future, about teaching him things as he gets older… it’s a nice change from having to explain why Ben’s dad hasn’t come to take him away for the weekend,” you finished earnestly, watching the internal battle dance behind his eyes. “I like having you around all the time, watching you play together. You’re really good with him, Buck.”

That last statement seemed to ease enough of his fiery emotions to give you a shy smile. “I try,” he shrugged. “He’s a sweet boy, it’s hard to tell him no.”

“I know,” you groaned, earning you another laugh that rumbled through his large frame. “Y’know, he likes you a lot. He tells me all the time that you’re his best friend.” Bucky’s face melted into a soft smile, and it made you gooey.

“As much as I like to hear that, I want better for him,” he started, sparing a glance towards Ben’s room, as if he was watching him through the walls. Only a mother wouldn’t think that was crazy. “He deserves a best friend his age, not a 107-year-old war veteran.” The bluntness of his statement made you laugh, the mental image of the two of them – and all their many differences – making for a comical image in your head. “Don’t get me wrong, he is my best friend, and I have no shame admitting it.”

“Oh really? Not any of your superhero friends?” You started, but he made a scrunchy face in distaste, and you did your best not to erupt into more giggles. “And what about me?” He dropped the goofy expression and looked back at you with his eyebrow raised.

“I was reserving something else for you…” he said smoothly, the timber of his voice sending another shiver through your body.

“And what would that be?” you asked innocently, the arms still wrapped around his neck trying to encourage him to lean in closer. Instead, Bucky’s grip on you tightened as he rose from the arm of the couch, his darkening eyes never leaving yours as he walked you backwards through your apartment, keeping you balanced as you did your best to keep your feet on the ground.

“Mmm, I think you’ll just have to wait and see,” he hummed, your back hitting the wall of your entry way as his eyes bore into yours. “I think I’ve hit my quota on future-talk tonight,” Bucky whispered.

He didn’t give you time to come up with a witty reply before he leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours ever so softly, one arms slinking around your waist to pull you flush to him as his other left you, but you couldn’t dedicate any thought to where it might have gone when you were running your hands through his hair and enjoying the pleased sounds it drew out of him.

It didn’t last long, Bucky breaking the kiss after only a few sweet kisses – not nearly enough, in your opinion – giving you a shit eating grin. He whispered a goodnight, stepping back to admire the flustered state he was leaving you in before walking back towards your front door, coat already in hand. And with one last wink he was gone, the door clicking softly as he shut it gently behind him, conscious of the sleeping four year old inside the apartment.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, bracing yourself against the wall just inside your apartment as you went over the events of the night, remembering each sweet gaze, tender touch, and absolutely tantalizing kiss he had given you. One thing was for sure; it was without a doubt the most romantic date you had ever been on.

You took a deep breath and pushed yourself off of the wall, moving to go double-check on Ben before starting your own nightly routine. You stopped in your tracks when your phone vibrated in your pocket, your face quickly breaking into a smile when Bucky’s name appeared on the screen.

If we’re still throwing out first date rules, I don’t have to wait three days to text you again, right? Great, I’m glad you agree.

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tealover27 · 1 month ago

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Volume 16-19 of toilet-bound Hanako-Kun spoilers!

I am soooooooooo done with everything. I’m not kiding because why tf did Hanako not meet baby Tsukasa. Like I would sell my first born child, sell my soul to the red house, quick an injured puppy, just to see that. like I need a reunion omg. why did nene just say we had to go to this house why didn’t she say red house? like they could’ve done this whole thing and I’m so mad.

And like I love toilet bound Hanako kun the romance is just the best thing ever and usually I HATE romance but every canon ship in there is the best thing I’ve ever seen. AAAHHHHHHH this is so upsetting and tell me why when I finish volume 19 tout a coup apparently there are 22 volumes and my local indigo is holding out on me like fuck you i need it to live.

Im on my hands and knees here for more of this and no I will not go online I’m staying loyal. This is so upsetting for the soul reason that it’s so good and do you know how many years it has taken me to get to chapter 19 because it’s not as popular in Canada 3 YEARS I just need Amane and Tsukasa to meet again or atleast let Hanako know that he’s « alive ». why couldn’t Sumare and Hakubo just stay together forever is that to much to ask for?…

Anyways make sure to like and subscribe and make x readers of this. Thank you for reading this❤️

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radiant-fanon-maker · 2 years ago

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Bad Day

Moon: Sun. Do you really want to stay here? It'd be better to stay in the Daycare.

Sun: No! You know I don't wanna go back. They might still be there.

M: ...I know...

M: But, don't stay here too long

S: They were just so terrified..

?: Who was scared?

S: Gregory? Please.. Could you please leave me here?

M [only Sun hears them]: No. Please stay...

G: Why aren't you in the daycare? You love that place.

S: ...

G: Freddy. Can you come to me?

F: Sure, Superstar!

[Few Moments Later]

S: Freddy! Come on! Please?

...

F: You're coming to my show room..

S: NO! NO! I'M FINE ALONE!

M: Shush, Sun.

[In the room; against the curtain]

S: Grumbling

G: What happened? You're usually so giddy?

F: You usually look this sad after meeting a mean parent. Did they complain that you were too excitable again?

S: Well... It actually wasn't a parent...

G: Then it was a brat.

S: No! He was actually a very nice kid. And, I mean.. the child tried to say sorry as I left.

F: What happened, Sun?

S: It was... It was my fault, to be honest...

S: It was the end of naptime and I was waking everyone up. And th-then I yelled really loud.. Which shot a couple kids awake. And one of those kids started to sob. Which made me cry. And I tried to help them, but I just kept making it worse, I think. It's what it felt like.

S: I got scared at making it worse. So.. I ran... A couple security people are still there, hopefully watching over the kids.. But.. Yeah...

M: Sun...

G: But.. But why would a kid be scared of you like that?

F: Well, the kid must have been drowsy. So they just must hav-

S: Because I'm too scary for children...

G & F: WHAT?!

S: Come on... I'm the epitome of the uncanny valley... I'm quite creepy... You guys [Glamrocks] are cuter...

G: Are you kiding me?! You're so cool and you look awesome!

F: Like, seriously you're adorable! How could you think-?

S: SNRK!

G: well..

G: You do seem quite sad...

S: GAHAH!

S: Fredheddy Gregohorey GUHIHYS!!

S: HA HA HA HA heh heh heh

F: and this is the epitome of creepy that I have as a co-worker.

G: How unfortanate. Barely as creepy as ordered.

F: I know! Right?

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angel-shaw · 1 year ago

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Alright! Here’s chapter 2 of Prince!Sam/Knight!Darlin!

It’s not to long but I am working on chapter theee already! I just wanted to post this real quick! I hope you enjoy!!!!!

@darlin-collins

Tank walked into the common area of the space they shared with the other knights. It was well past dark so most of the others were sleeping by now, save those who had the night watch and slept during the day. As they made their way to their quarters someone cleared their throat, alluring Tank to their pressiense.

When they turned they saw another knight, David. They worked with David as well as grew up with him and a few others in the guard or serventry.

“What are you still doing awake David?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing, I know you had a meeting with the royals but I also know when it ended.”

Tank took a deep breath, annoyed that David went out of his way to snoop, “Well as it's a personal matter it doesn't concern you, but seeing how stubborn you are…I went to pay Prince Samual a visit. To explain what my new job was and to try and start off on the right foot.”

“Well?” David said pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on to walk with tank back to their shared bunker space.

“Well what?”

“How'd it go? You get off on the right foot?”

“.....no…he hates me.”

Before David could answer they reached their door and it was swung open by yet another guard.

“Oh my goshhh you guys are finally back. I was starting to wonder if you were shifted to the night watch gezzeeee,” Asher said as the two of them were tugged into the room.

The room wasn’t huge, but it was big enough for the sleeping arrangements, Bunk beds, a couch, as well as a comfy chair and a TV. It sure wasn't home but it was nice, a lot nicer then where they used to live.

Ash dragged the two of them over to his bunk, plopping down on it, dragging David down with him but failing to drag tank down.

“Ash!” David scolded the still laughing asher.

Tank rolled their eyes and jumped up to climb onto their upper bunk, legs of the bed swinging slightly. Ash finally stopped laughing and David was able to sit up.

“Soooo, how was your guys' day? I know Tank you were assigned to something, you were pulled off your post with me for what i'm guessing was a meeting with the royals.”

Tank sighed, “Ya I got assigned to babysit. King William is getting really worried about all the attacks near the town, even though none from our kingdom has been hurt yet that's most likely only because they have been lucky, or not stupid enough to not travel an unlit road at night.”

“Unlit road? I thought all the roads were lit up? After the,” Asher paused trying to figure out how to word it, “Attack, Willam, “

“King William, ash,” David interrupted.

Ash rolled his eyes but didn't stop his sentence, “made sure that all of the roads were properly lit and maintained so there was no way something like it could be gotten away with again.”

“He did but apparently he doesn't have full control of the road because it leads to that one kingdom,”

“The ones we’re at odds with because of the one creep?”

“Ya, what was his name again? Kide or something,” Ash asked after David interrupted.

“I try not to think about the creep, Code or something similar, Oh Kody thats the fucks name!”

Tank looked pleased with themselves for figuring it out, but Kody did not come with good memories. They all still remembered the things Kody did and it still sent a flash of anger and disgust between them. The three of the plus milo had all agreed that if Kody stepped back into the kingdom without a damn good reason and one of them found him, they would leave a bit of him for the rest of them to take care of.

The three of them sat there for a few seconds in the memory of the creep until Tank continued their explanation.

“But ya, because the king is still being pissy with us because of it all he's dragging his feet with allowing lights to go up, but the second we try to do it ourselves he sends a billion complaints and very thinly veiled threats. A warning was sent out so none of our people have been hurt but travelers as well as visitors who don't know have been. If I'm being honest, if we aren't able to get the lights up soon and start to monitor it, I bet that whatever is attacking will move further and it will start attacking people in the town. I think Will th-,”

“King William.”

“-inks that too, which is how I've come to my new baby sitting job.”

“Who are you babysitting? Not…” Ash trailed off.

“No not alexis, thank god for that, they are going to be guarding Prince Sam,” David said

Ash sighed, “Well that's good, I haven't really talked to him but I know he's nowhere as bad as the others. Why, though? He has the protection of every knight in the castle. Why are you his personal one?”

“Because he just got permission to go out into town, you know how his parents are, even though will-,” They held up their hand to stop David from interrupting again, “King william,” They corrected, “is fine with his kids going out into town with guards, his parents are just now allowing him to go out with a guard but only if i'm his personal Knight.

Ash growned and threw his arm over his eyes, “damnn talk about annoying! That means you're probably gonna be wayyy more busy!”

“Probably. I can't believe I actually agreed to it. I should at least try to sleep or at least rest because I have to go wake him up in the morning because according to his parents if someone doesnt wake him up he doesn't wake up till after lunch.”

“Maybe he does wake and just doesn't come out till he has to,” David said as he got up from Asher's bed, “ But ya, either way we all should be getting a decent amount of rest.”

: The next morning :

When Tank woke up to their internal alarm clock at the ass crack of dawn they knew they had some time before they had to go and wake the prince. So they decided to quickly shower and get ready for the day. Their armor wasn't a full suit, it was mostly thicker cloths that they could move fast in that provided a decent amount of protection. That's not saying they didn't have any metal on them in certain places but they could at least partially look normal if they needed. That was until they added their sword seeth and the other various weapons that they figured they needed.

If needed they would change into heavier armor later but for now it was good enough. They made their way outside, deciding to spend their little free time training. A little before the sun rose they made their way into the castle. They know their way around the castle by now, having been working in and around it for so long, they know which staircases to go around and how to get around to certain places the fastest, even when avoiding specific halls,people, and places.

They reach the hall and go to the prince's door. Taking a deep breath they knocked on the door, not expecting an answer quite yet but to their surprise the door is ripped open to reveal an annoyed looking prince.

“What do you want al- Oh…it's you,” The annoyed look on the prince's face disappeared the second he saw it was them, though a different one quickly took his face over instead.

“Good morning Prince, I wasn't expecting for you to be awake yet,” They said.

“What did my parents tell you that I'm not capable of waking myself up? Actually, don't answer that, I know the answer already. I'm guessing now that you know I'm up I'm sure your ‘orders’,” The prince held up in fingers and used finger quotes, “ are going to make you stay here anyway so come on in. I would rather you stay in my room rather than just standing outside my door.”

He moves back from the door allowing for the knight to enter his room. He closes the door behind them and walks to one of the chairs in the spaceshes room, plopping down in one of the two chairs.

The Knight just stands there as the Prince looks at them, they both look at each other as the minutes pass, the tensen in the room could have been cut with a knife.

Prince Sam sighed and looked away first, “I'm sorry.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the shock run though the Knights body, their stance stiffening and breath hitching as they looked at him as if he told them was going to light the room on fire and jump out the window but ass nude.

“You don't need to look so shocked. I…I know when i fuck up and ill take responsibility for it. So, i'm sorry for how i talked to you last night. It wasn't fair for me to direct my anger about the situation onto you. I'm guessing you didn't have much choice in the matter either and you're not exactly thrilled about having to babysit one of the princes. You didn't deserve how i talked to you, your just doin�� your job and i was bein’ cruel to you because of it. I'm sorry.”

When he looked back at the Kight standing in his room their eyes were trained on the floor, seemingly trying to figure out how to respond to his apology. He wouldn't blame them for calling him an asshole and moving on but he got the sense that them being upset at him wasn't the reason for their silence and uncomfortably stiff stance.

“I understand that me being a prince and you being a knight might mean you have to show me respect and all that,” He started, shifting his body to face them in the chair, “but me being a prince doesn't mean when i ask out of line i just get away with it, the exact opposite actually. I need to acknowledge when I make a mistake and apologize for it. You don't deserve to be uncomfortable in my presence, especially because now you are going to be in it alot. I will always acknowledge when I am wrong. I understand that coming from your perspective this can be alot, seeing as how alot of royals and people in power tend to use the power to ignore their wrong doings and push it onto the people below them. I would like to work with you, not against you. So from now on I want you to call me out on when I'm out of line.”

The Knight looked shocked, but slowly as the two of them looked at each other he could see their shoulders start to relax a little bit.

“Thank you, Prince Sam,” They said simply.

He could tell they had more to say but were hesitant to say it.

“Please, sit down. You don't have to stand all the time, and we aren't being watched by anyone so it doesn't matter,’’ He said, gesturing to the open seat.

They nod hesitantly before walking over and taking a seat.

“You can be honest, I'm not going to get upset. I want you to speak freely around me,” Sam could see how they were debating with themselves.

“Thank you Prince Sam, you are correct. I am not used to being apologized to especially by those in higher power than me. I appreciate it,” They said, their words being chosen carefully.

The Prince smiled and the Knight smiled back.

The two fell back into the quiet, this time it being more comfortable. As the two sat there the prince reached for a book sitting on a small table next to the chair, and the knight started to look around the room.

“Excuse me, Prince Sam?”

Sam looked up at the Knight, “mm? What's up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to do anything today, I don't know about any meeting so all of today should be free. If i'm correct there is an event happening in one of the towns not too far away from the castle grounds, it might be a good way to introduce you to the towns,” They said.

Once again the prince could see the uncertainty of their words, still nervous about talking to him. He hoped that would change soon.

“Really? That would be amazing! Do you know what event! What kind of cloths would i need to wear! Who will be there!”

When the prince leaned forward and started questioning the Knight they were caught off guard with the sudden shift in energy. The book the prince was holding fell onto the floor as he jumped up, quickly closing the gap between him and his knight.

“Whow whow, chill out. It's just a gathering party that the town holds. Booths get set up for sails and there are different activities to participate in. Umm, just clothes, I guess, and just the townsfolk,” They said, still put off by the sudden excitement.

The Prince had stars in his eyes as they talked, gathering every word.

“I would love to go! When can we!?”

“Well we can go whenever, we should probably wait until-”

“Can we go now?!”

#redacted asmr #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted audio #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted william #prince Sam #knight darling

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