#buck had commented on the kitchen and how it was layed out perfectly

[tommygotwrittenoff]

oh i love the idea of eddie getting most of the way through buying a house in texas before realizing the house has buck written all over it

[baroquebucky]

Hey i have a request if u don’t mind? I saw this tweet a long time ago where a wife and husband were going grocery shopping and when they put their stuff down on the conveyer belt the cashier put a divider stuck between them because they didn’t think they were together because they thought the wife was significantly more attractive than the husband😂😂😂I was wondering if u could do a bucky x reader with that cause it’d be really funny!😂

a/n: i hope u like it !! feel free to send in some requests <33

in which everyone thinks you are out of buckys league and you can’t help but disagree with them.

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You handed Bucky the list and a pen, grabbing a cart and heading to the produce section.

“what did i write down?” You asked, mind going blank as the vegetables stared at you.

“uh, tomato, lettuce, onion-” Bucky began listing everything on the list, stopping once he reached the end.

You moved quickly, finding the best veggies and putting them in bags and into your cart, sending Bucky across the store for the milk and eggs to make the trip faster.

You moved through the produce section quickly, waiting for Bucky to return so he wouldn’t panic when you were gone from where he left you. It had already been 10 minutes, surely he didn’t get lost?

You but your lip before deciding to continue shopping, hoping he would find you in the aisles. You made your rounds, getting cereal, bread, peanut butter and other essentials.

You were looking at the meat section when you finally saw Bucky lay his eyes on you, letting out a sigh of relief as he walked towards you quickly and put the milk and eggs in the cart.

“did you have to milk the cow yourself why did you take so long?” You asked, glancing at him for a second before looking back at the meat.

“i checked to find the one that expired the latest, like how you showed me” he smiled proudly, you looked at him with a fond smile.

“did you check the eggs too?” you replied, grabbing a pack of meat and placing it in the cart, Bucky nodded with a smile and you placed a kiss on his cheek.

“that’s my boy” you teased and he blushed, clearing his throat and walking alongside you as you finished getting the rest of the things on the list.

On the way to checkout you stopped, groaning as you remembered you needed some tostadas and salsa for movie night, you had run out when the team had asked you guys to host movie night (mainly because you would cook for the whole team and they were not turning away that chance).

“buck can you go get the tostadas from the chip aisle? I don’t wanna have to go across the store and the lines are short right now” you asked, turning to the super soldier.

“of course doll, the ones in the red bag right?” He asked and you nodded, telling him which salsa to get as well. He hurried off to find the chips and you found the shortest line, only two people ahead of you with a small amount of items.

You waited for a couple minutes before you began putting your things into the conveyor belt. Making small talk with the cashier as you placed everything and they scanned it.

You had finished setting everything down and were just waiting for the cashier to scan everything when Bucky appeared with the chips and salsa, setting it down on the conveyor belt.

The cashier looked at Bucky and placed the divider down, separating the chips and salsa from your groceries.

“oh, uh the chips and salsa are mine too” you spoke, blushing and smiling at the cashier.

Their eyes went wide and quickly removed the divider, Bucky going to stand next to you soon after.

“oh! I’m so sorry i didn’t think you two were together, i mean you’re just so pretty! No offense ce to you- sir i uh” she spoke quickly, fumbling to scan the chips and salsa quickly.

“it’s fine” you smiled, saving her from the hole she was digging herself in. You quickly paid and thanked her, making Bucky push the now full and heavy cart.

You burst out laughing the moment you exited the store, stumbling and holding onto the cart for support.

“she- she thought we weren’t dating!” You wheezed, “she thought u was too pretty for you!” a small snort leaving you and causing you to laugh even harder.

“haha very funny” Bucky smiled, putting all the groceries in the car as you doubled over in laughter.

“do i need a haircut or something?” Bucky questioned, looking at himself in the mirror and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I like your hair this length” you smiled, kissing his cheek, “it was an honest mistake buck don’t worry, if anything you’re out of my league, y’know super soldier and all” you comforted him, not letting him protest and taking the cart to put it away.

As you got back in the car bucky looked at you, a smile on his face before leaning in and kissing you on the lips softly, pulling away with red cheeks.

“i love you” he whispered and you blushed, butterflies in your stomach. No matter how many times he told you it always had that same effect, with a chill down your spine and warm happy feeling in your chest.

“i love you” you replied, kissing him once more before settling in your seat and putting on some music.

Bucky smiled as he watched you from the corner of his eye, his mind reeling from your words. You out of his league? Please, you were easily the most beautiful girl he’d laid eyes on.

“wait do you actually think I’m out of your league?” Bucky questioned, furrowing his brows and glancing your way before settling his eyes on the road again.

“yeah, isnt that hard to believe i mean” you replied, arms gesturing to bucky and he only rolled his eyes, looking at the road and then at you for a quick second. You took the chance to shower him in compliments, you knew he could get insecure and you didn’t want this incident to worry him.

“I mean where do i start, the hair is perfect, please don’t cut your hair i will cry” you began, hearing a small chuckle made you smile and you continued.

“and then youre so sweet and caring and you just always are so amazing, i mean you saved alpine from the rain and you adopted him when no one claimed him” you spoke, Bucky’s face hot and ears burning red.

“and you’re just so charming with that damn smile and the way you can be so shy but then you have to shame and just drive me up a wall” he smirked at your comment, knowing how you secretly loved it when he messed with you at times.

“and plus my knees pop every time i bend them meanwhile your joints are perfectly fine” you ended, causing him to laugh as he pulled into the complex of your shared apartment.

“surprised your didn’t mention my arm this time” he quipped, meeting you by the trunk of the car and helping place some bags in your hands as he took the rest.

“wanted to keep it wholesome, let me have one sweet moment james” you smirked and he rolled his eyes.

“not my government name” he smiled and you blew him a kiss, laughing as he blushed deeply and fumbled to open the door, finally letting the two of you into the apartment and setting everything on the kitchen counter.

Alpine soon joined the two of you on the couch after fixing everything, laying on your side with your head resting on Buckys chest, mindlessly watching some movie you had flipped to.

Bucky looked at you, savoring the moment. Your head on his chest and an arm draped over alpine, petting him softly as your focused on the movie.

Bucky could feel his heart grow in his chest, a smile on his face as you began to theorize what would happen to the main character.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out before the movie ends doll” he replied, running his fingers through your hair and you smiled up at him.

He swore he saw the sun in your eyes at that moment. And maybe he did, because from your perspective, you were looking at the light of your life.

[doubleleoenergy]

vii. Heaven or Las Vegas, The Princess and the Pogue Series

I’m paying for all my father’s sins, so I'mma thank him for you. I'mma thank him for you.

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Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of a hurricane, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, riding, swearing, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of child abuse.

Summary: JJ’s past comes back to bite him.

Words: 2449

The hurricane outside had dissipated before the break of dawn, a drizzle continuing afterwards, the sound soft against the Château windows. The Princess and her Pogue slept soundly through the night, with JJ’s arms wrapped protectively around y/n’s frame. A little after ten o’clock JJ’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the rays of light seeping through the curtain. He had turned the lantern off before they fell asleep the night before, the beams of daylight enveloping the room enough to perfectly view y/n sleeping against his chest.

JJ took in her features; her thick eyelashes, her full brows, her juicy pink lips set into a small line from the relaxation of sleep. Y/N’s breathing was steady, and JJ couldn’t help the soft smile playing on his lips as he admired her. She was so beautiful, naturally beautiful, and he felt things for her that he had never felt for any woman before.

JJ’s distracted by his thoughts, watching her body as it wiggles against his. Her eyes fluttered open with a sleepy smile spreading on her face. “Morning.” She mumbled, unraveling herself from his grip to sit up against the pillows beside him.

“Morning, Princess. You’ve survived your first hurricane.” JJ commented, pointing towards the window where the sun was now shining.

“I think part of that survival had to do with you, I don’t think I could’ve mentally gotten through the storm without you.” She leaned forward, their faces inches apart as she placed a little kiss against his lips.

“Mmm...well, if I get you in my bed for every future storm, I’d be okay with that.” He admitted though it was bold to think that way of her after knowing each other for such a short time. But shit, maybe it was fate, he didn’t know. All he knew was he wanted to feel what Sarah and John B felt, and he certainly was on his way there. “But something is missing from last night.” He added.

“And what would that be?” She questioned, raising a thick eyebrow in his direction. JJ snaked a hand down between her breasts, y/n shivering at the touch.

“Your orgasm. I gotta satisfy my girl, right?” JJ teased, tilting her chin up with his free hand to place his lips upon hers once again. Her heart fluttered when he called her his girl, the flutters quickly changing for heat between her thighs as his left hand that had traveled down her breasts found her clit beneath the blanket, rubbing the nub with his thumb.

Their lips melt against each other, kissing her fervently before moving his lips to her neck, sucking against the tanned skin. Her body snaked down so that she could lean back against the pillows, JJ pulling the blanket off her body to devour her with his eyes. His lips placed hot kisses down her skin, his tongue snaking out to lap at her left nipple, causing y/n to moan.

“Such a pretty sight, I’m hard as a rock just listening to your moans.” He admitted, sucking her nipple into his mouth, his fingers lowering down towards her entrance. He pushed two fingers in, feeling her sopping heat around him, another moan escaping from her lips.

He worked his fingers in and out slowly, teasingly, wanting her squirming underneath him. JJ’s lips moved from her left nipple onto her right, providing it the same attention as her left. His fingers picked up their pace inside of her, y/n’s legs squirming under his actions.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” JJ cooed, moving his lips off her nipple to hover his body over hers. Their eyes met, both blown with lust, and she licked her lips while bucking her hips down for stimulation.

“Please JJ, fuck...just do anything. Want to cum for you.” She whimpered, a confident smile on JJ’s face. He snaked his body down, parting her legs further apart to nestle his face between her thighs. He placed light kisses to the flesh there, kissing achingly slow towards her slit. 

JJ finally let his tongue dart out against her folds, tasting her juices before removing his fingers from inside her cunt, allowing his tongue to take their spot inside. Y/N’s mewling underneath him, bucking her hips up into his face though JJ’s hands quickly grabbed her thighs, holding her in place against his mouth.

He lets his gaze meet hers as he spits against her hole, diving back into her cunt and making quick work with his tongue. Her head lulls back, eyes closing in bliss as she felt her breathing becoming ragged, her stomach churning for her coming release.

“F-fuck, JJ...gonna cum…” She mumbled, spurring JJ to lap at her faster, his thumb moving to rub at her clit to draw out her orgasm. He continues for another minute before he feels her release on his tongue, lapping up everything she has to offer. Her back arches off the bed as she comes down from her high, her breathing slowing down. JJ finally moved his face away from her pussy, licking his lips of the remnants of her juices, and moving his body up to press a kiss upon her lips once more.

“You taste so good, the sweetest shit I’ve ever tasted. Better than any cake or ice cream I could ever want.” He commented, moving to lay back against the bed beside her. Her eyes trailed down to his cock, noticing how hard it rested against his abs, the tip leaking a bit of precum.

“Do you want some help with that?” Y/N mentioned, glancing down at his cock with a seductive smile on her face.

“I mean, this morning was all about you. But of course, I’m not gonna turn down being inside your sweet cunt.” JJ responded, watching as y/n swung one leg over his lap, her body straddling his hips. Her hips moved until the lips of her pussy touched his cock, her walls clenching at the thought of having him inside her again. His hands moved to her hips, tilting his head back to look up at her. “You’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock, huh?”

Y/N nodded, rolling her hips over his cock, a guttural groan escaping his mouth. “I mean, we might as well try other positions now that you’ve popped my cherry, right?” She teased. She lifted her hips, grabbing his cock with her right hand and holding it up. Slowly, she lined his cock against her entrance before sliding down onto his length inch by inch. The position makes her feel even more full than she had felt the night before, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the feeling. She kept her slow speed until his cock bottomed out inside of her, causing them both to moan. 

“I’m so fucking full.” She mumbled, opening her eyes as her arms rested on his chest for support. Slowly, y/n lifted her hips back up, pulling almost completely off JJ’s cock before slamming back down. JJ’s nails dug into her hips, his grip tightening to hold her steady, his blue hues gazing over her body lustfully. 

He watched the way her breasts bounced against her with each up and down movement, the way her pussy swallowed his cock every time she was full of him, skin to skin. It was intoxicating watching her come undone above him, her eyes slowly closing and her head lulling back towards the ceiling. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

“Grind your hips back and forth, Princess. You’ll get more stimulation to your clit that way. Want you to try to cum with me.” JJ muttered. She nodded at the instructions, focusing on stimulating her clit as he mentioned, soft moans falling from her lips.

“M’gonna cum again…” She mewled, JJ’s hands rocking her back and forth faster against him.

“Cum with me.” He commanded, thrusting up into her heat until they both came, riding out their highs together. Once they relaxed from their ecstasy, y/n pulled off his cock with a pop, rolling back to lay beside him on the bed.

“I didn’t even realize I could cum back to back like that.” She admitted, snuggling into his side again. JJ wrapped his arm around her, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips.

“I could make you cum way more times in a row if you wanted.” They both laughed before falling silent, reveling in each other’s company. It wasn’t awkward, the pace they moved physically or emotionally, completely natural.

“Do you and John B have any food that is digestible after the storm? I’m starving.” Y/N announced, looking up at JJ. He lifted his body off the bed, walking towards the dresser and pulling on a fresh pair of boxers. Sifting through the second drawer, he pulled out one of his favorite cutoff shirts, tossing it over to the bed for her to wear. The shirt was familiar to her, one of his favorites he’d throw on while they were out fishing or hanging around the Château. She smiled, pulling the shirt over her head, the fabric enveloping her figure and coming down to mid-thigh.

“Damn, you look good in just about anything.” He observed, stepping out of his bedroom towards the kitchen. Y/N followed suit, sitting down on the couch as JJ rummaged through the kitchen cabinets. “Alright, our choices are slim. We’ve got...blueberry bagels that can’t be toasted, also no cream cheese or butter. We also have a box of cheerios, no milk...and two slightly bruised apples.” JJ stated, turning his head in her direction and waiting for a response.

“Let’s go with a bruised apple.” She answered. JJ threw one of the apples in her direction, y/n catching it in her hands and taking a bite. JJ opted for a dry untoasted bagel, taking a bite as he flopped down on the couch beside her. She peaked out of the window, noticing quite a few branches knocked down from the storm, puddles of water all over the yard.

“How long does it usually take for the electric company to get the power back on?” She questioned, leaning back into the couch, her legs draped over JJ’s own.

“It depends, sometimes a few hours once the storm clears, other times it could take a few days. Seeing how the storm rolled in fast and out faster...at least until the end of the day.” JJ took another bite of his bagel, bringing his free hand down to rub over the skin of her leg in his lap. 

They finished up their makeshift breakfasts, y/n going into the kitchen to toss the core of her apple out before settling back into the couch with JJ. The pair laid next to each other, eyes slowly closing until they both fell asleep against each other on the couch, JJ’s head resting against her shoulder.

A half-hour passed until JJ was startled awake by a knocking sound. His eyes popped open and he shimmied his body out from under y/n, moving over to the door leading to the screened-in porch. He stopped abruptly when he saw the person standing on the other side of the locked door, his blood running cold and his jaw tightening.

Slowly, JJ opened the door and stepped outside onto the screened-in porch, shutting the door behind him as to not wake up y/n. He stood against the wall, swallowing the lump in his throat, his hands firmly crossed against his chest. “What are you doing here, Dad?” 

His father scoffed; his hands buried in the front pocket of his pants. “Not the warm welcome I had hoped to get after not seeing you in years.”

JJ tensed his jaw, standing up straighter. “I did as you asked; I helped you leave Outer Banks for good. You know showing up here could get you arrested…” He looks down, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Kie didn’t wanna help you that day, didn’t want me to help you either. I told her if I helped you leave on Malcolm’s boat, that maybe I would never have to help you again. I should’ve fucking known.”

“Now don’t be like that, J.” His father responded, taking a step closer, JJ’s body immediately tensing. JJ’s dad held his hands up, an innocent smile on his face. “I just need one last favor, then you’ll never have to see me again. Promise this time.”

Before JJ could respond the front door opened, y/n standing in the doorframe. She had changed from just JJ’s shirt back into her underwear, shorts, and bra from the night before, JJ’s shirt tucked neatly into the waistband so as not to look like a child in her father’s clothes.

“Who’s this?” JJ’s father inquired, looking between the two. JJ turned in the direction of the door, looking at y/n, his expression cold.

“Y/N…this is my dad. Dad, this is y/n.” JJ mentioned, watching y/n as the muscles in her face tightened.

“I’ve heard so much about you.” She deadpanned, JJ’s father tilting her head with a piqued sense of interest.

“Really? I wish I could say the same about you.” He mentioned.

“I didn’t say any of the shit I’ve heard was good.” Her head turns towards JJ, meeting his gaze. Her expression was full of concern, silently checking if JJ was alright. He gave her a soft nod before turning back to look at his father.

“You didn’t answer my question. What do you want?” He hissed, unable to control how angry he felt. The fact that y/n had to meet his father at all, that he was here at all, made his blood boil. There was also a twinge of fear, not as much for his safety, but y/n’s.

“As I mentioned before, I need one last favor. I’ve gotten myself into quite the mix-up with some men in Jacksonville, men that I owe a lot of money to. To get me out of this situation I’m gonna need you to break into Ricky’s house, grab the keys to his ambulance, and get any type of drugs inside. I’ll take them back with me on Malcolm’s boat and offer them in exchange for my debt.”

JJ narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists at his sides. “Thought you were headed to Yukatan?” He questioned, an unrelenting stare locking on his father’s face.

“Got chased out of there as well. Now, are you gonna help me, J? Do it for your old man.” JJ’s father pleaded. JJ thought for a moment, looking back up at y/n who seemed displeased by the entire plan.

“If I do this, this will be the last time I will see you. Ever.”

Tagging those who may be interested. Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged/untagged: @jemimah-b99, @midnightf, @serendipityrogers, @eireduchess, @calisamcro, @moniamaybank, @astrydis, @sokovianheadtilt, @blackwiddows, @matbarzalschain, @bigassnocash, @sspidermanss​

[supernatural-jackles]

Owe You One - Part 1

Title: Owe You One - Here’s the Deal

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 6,290

Warnings: Bad Sex, Fluff, Playful Banter, Smut, Female and Male Receiving, Bit of a consent kink, 18+ only.

Summary:  Dean Winchester has been your best friend and neighbour for the last year. A year of finding comfort in random drop ins and casual conversations, but neither of you know the pasts that the other has. Not fully. Pasts that come back to haunt you, and ruin everything you want in life. Can you find what you’re seeking in a couple of favours and a good time between the sheets or is history doomed to repeat itself?

Square Filled: Neighbors!AU for @spndeanbingo​, Free Space for @spnkinkbingo​

A/N: It’s finally here!! I’m very excited to take you on this rollercoaster ride! Please leave your thoughts in the reblogs and replies! Feedback always keeps me going! Happy Reading! 

 “Fuck! I’m gonna come!” he called out, bucking his hips up into yours. You rolled off of him, taking the empty side of the bed as ripped the condom off, stroking his hard length. He rolled over, getting onto his knees so he could finish himself off on your body.

 The sticky liquid coated your stomach as he let out a loud grunt, still stroking his cock. One of his hands came down next to you, trying to balance himself as pleasure zapped through him. You lay there, trying not to utter a word about it. Did he really have to be that extra about it? Did he really have to rip the condom off and coat your skin in his - stuff?

 “Damn, you are something else baby,” he let out a chuckle. “I mean really something. Did you come?”

 “If you had to ask, then the answer is no,” you scoffed, rolling off the bed, completely unsatisfied. “Look, I’ve got things to do so you gotta go.”

 “Sure thing, baby. Can I call you later?” he grinned, looking over to you.

 “If you want to,” you said lowly, making your way into the bathroom. You heard movement on the other side of the door. It sounded like his jeans being put back on. You willed him to move faster. You wanted him out of your apartment. Nothing like shitty sex and a guy that lingered. You had no idea why you even tried with this one. He was as stupid as they came. Carl, or Keith? You couldn’t remember what his name was. You met him in a diner a few weeks back. He took you on one date, and fucked you the rest of the time. He wasn’t a good lay, and he was selfish as hell on top of that. There was nothing worse than that.

 You heard the front door shut with a click, notifying you that it was safe to leave the bathroom when you were ready to. You felt dirty and not just from sex. His hands were on you and they definitely weren’t the cleanest. You headed over to the shower, turning it on hot. You wanted to wash the gunk feeling off, along with everything else he left. What a waste of your time you thought to yourself. Why were you wasting your time with every guy that came along?

 You stepped under the stream, letting the water hit directly on your stomach. Washing away his finished product. You couldn’t believe that he had the nerve to ask you if you came. The man was lazy as hell, and didn’t know the difference between the clitoris and vagina. It was a complete and utter disappointment yet again. You had no idea why you kept him around when all he wanted was sex. He didn’t care whether or not you came, let alone about your life outside of the bedroom. There wasn’t a point in continuing when you weren’t happy with him.

 The hot water lulled over you muscles, relaxing you along with the apple scent of your shampoo. You always felt better after a good shower. No matter what the day held, or what went down. A shower made you feel clean and reduced your worries. There was a part of you that wanted to let your hand wander between your legs, just to finish yourself off. You had done it so often that it was becoming boring. Like a sad routine. You needed something more to get you there. Maybe you needed a new toy to play with.

 You shut the water off, stepping out of the shower and onto the grey carpeted mat. You reached for the blue towel on the counter, wrapping around your body before moving in front of the mirror. The mirror was fogged up, not that you needed it urgently. You felt a lot more refreshed.

 You dried yourself off, pulling on your black robe to cover yourself up until you grabbed actual clothes from your bedroom. You stepped out of the bathroom for a second, waiting for the mirror to clear up. You knew you had to get something out to cook for dinner before it got too late. It was already late enough.

 Your kitchen smelled of the apple cinnamon scentsy you had plugged in. It was supposed to help you get in the holiday spirit. At least, that was the point of why you put it in your cart when you saw it. It mostly made your apartment smell good. You walked over to the fridge, looking to see the chicken you had picked up at the grocery store the day before. You had some leftover salad to go with it. Enough dinner for tonight.

 You took the chicken out of the fridge, placing it on the countertop for when you got dressed. Three loud knocks at your door pulled out out of your thoughts. You had no idea who it could be at this time. You prayed it wasn’t doucheface showing up again. You weren’t sure you could handle anymore disappointment today.

 You twisted the knob, pulling the door open, only to reveal your next door neighbor standing in the doorway. He had a half smile playing on his lips as he stood in henley with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly.

 “You always answer the door in your robe?” he smirked. “‘Cause if so-”

 “What do you want, Dean?” you chuckled, shaking your head.

 “Mhh what?” he furrowed his brows, clearly getting a good look at you in your black robe.

 “Dean, really?” you raised your eyebrow.

 “Sorry, you’re just,” he pointed at you. “Sorry, I came over to ask you if I could borrow your microwave for a second. Mine broke this morning and I’m trying to heat up my dinner.”

 “Yeah, c’mon in,” you nodded, opening the door a little wider for him to step in. Dean stepped in with a smile.

It wasn’t the first time Dean had been in your apartment and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. You had been neighbors for a little over a year. Eight months ago, he and his long time girlfriend Cassie broke up and he was a mess. You invited him to come over to distract him, and he ended up staying an entire weekend. You binge watched Friends and ate about a gallon of ice cream. That was when the two of you became really good friends.

 Dean was in your apartment at least three times a week, depending on his week that is. Dean was a mechanic at a local garage that he and his dad owned with a few other guys. Most nights he finished around six and dropped by with some food for dinner. Other nights, he was working his other job. He and his younger brother Sam, owned a bar in town called Jefferson’s Starship. Dean named it of course.

 He was a good guy. You got that vibe off of him instantly the day you met him. He helped you carry a few boxes into your apartment, which you needed. When you saw him upset that day he and his girlfriend broke up, you couldn’t stand it. He was a really good friend to you. One of the best actually. You weren’t the best when it came to guys, or friends for that matter. But Dean? Dean was special. There was no one that got you or your sense of humor like he did.

 “I take it Doofy was over,” he teased, nodding once more to your outfit as he opened your microwave door.

 “You really like calling him Doofy, huh?” you shook your head as you made your way over to the stool by the kitchen counter. “Yes, he was over.”

 “I heard,” he smirked. “Well, him anyways.”

 “Dean!” you raised your voice, shaking your head once more, trying to hide your smile.

 “We share a wall, sweetheart. Your bedroom, my kitchen. Walls are thin,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he placed his hands on the counter in front of you. “So, let me guess this time. He came and left?”

 “He came, asked if I did, then I asked him to leave,” you corrected him.

 “Ouch,” he said sheepishly. “High and dry. That explains the robe and the wet hair.”

 “How hard is it to pleasure a woman?” you called out. “I genuinely want to know. I haven’t found a single guy who knows the difference between my clit and my vagina, Dean! How hard is it?”

 “Pretty hard if he doesn’t know the difference between buttons,” he let out a laugh.

 “I’m just going to order a new toy off amazon at this rate. It’d get the job done,” you shrugged, feeling defeated.

 “Can I watch?” he joked, opening the microwave door to stir his food. “Oh by the way. I wanted to ask you something which may or may not have been the real reason why I’m here. My microwave isn’t actually broken.”

 “And here I thought you were here to comment on my sex life,” you breathed out, adjusting your robe a little more. “I’m all ears.”

 “So my mom is having a birthday party this year, and they still think I have a girlfriend and invited us. I was kind of, sort of, maybe hoping you’d go with me to keep my family off my back for that anyways,” he said lowly, swirling around his food before shoving it back in for another two minutes.

 “Me?” you raised your eyebrows. “Of all people, me?”

 “You’re the only one I know that I can be myself around. I don’t have to force myself to get along with some random girl in front of my family. You’re one of my closest friends,” he pointed out. “You just have to pretend to be my girlfriend for the night. I swear I’ll repay you.”

 “Will you though?” you side-eyed him playfully. “Look Dean, you really don’t have to. We’re friends and I’m happy to do it.”

 “Really?” he beamed.

 “Yeah, I’ll do it,” you smiled politely. “I’ve met your brother a few times so I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

 “I owe you big time, Y/N. You have no idea how much you are saving my ass by doing this,” he breathed out as the microwave beeped at him again. “I have shown up to the last three birthday parties alone and I’m not going through the ‘oh Dean, when are you finally going to settle down’ comment from my cousins, and aunts. Granted I was still dating Cassie last year, but she was away on some journalism trip. Not that they ever showed interest in meeting her. I’d just rather not deal with that again. I’m tired of the comments.”

 “I would say I know the feeling, but I don’t. I’ve been on my own since I was pretty young. I didn’t get along with my mom and it was just the two of us.”  you shared. “You’re making me feel pretty thankful I’m on my own.”

 “Really?” he cocked his eyebrow. “I always thought you got along with your mom?”

 “No. Not even close,” you scoffed.

 “Well, it’s you and me now, girlfriend,” he winked. “I’m serious about repaying you though. You’ll see why when you meet my family. Sammy is the only normal one.”

 “Name your offer, Winchester,” you said, crossing your arms over your body.

 “Uh, let’s see,” he raised his eyebrow, looking up to the left. “I’ll let you drive baby?”

 “Really?” you rolled your eyes. “That buys you handholding and that’s about it.”

 “Oh we’re playing this game now?” he chuckled, opening up your drawer to grab a fork for his dinner before taking a seat at the counter next to you. ��Fine. How about - oh - how about I show you that not all guys are clueless when it comes to sex?” he said with a smirk.

 “And how are you going to do that?” you cocked your eyebrow.

 “How do you think, sweetheart?” he wiggled his eyebrows before taking a bite out of his food.

 “You? You’re going to have sex with me?” you asked in confusion.

 “Why not right? I mean, you’re gonna have to kiss me in front of my family. Not that you haven’t dreamed about kissing me,” he pointed out. “And besides, I know the difference between your clit and your pussy, how to pleasure you, and I’m not going to stick it in the wrong hole unless you ask me to.”

 “You said you were never going to bring that up,” you let out a dry laugh.

 “What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t?” he grinned. “I’m serious though. I’ll show you a damn good time, and treat you right. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, of course. But I won’t leave the room until I know you’ve enjoyed yourself.”

 “Dean, are you sure?” you questioned. “I mean, we’ve gotten really personal with each other but this is different. I don’t want to cross any lines here. I’m not putting our friendship at risk here.”

 “I know, but I think we’re both mature enough to handle this. Nothing will ruin our friendship, ” he stated. “‘Sides, you have to know by now that I think you’re hot, and I’d nail you in a second given the chance. Call it practice for my mom’s party.”

 “So if I untie this robe and drop it to the floor, you’d be cool with that?” you played, trying to gage his reaction as you stood up, stepping away from him. His eyes went dark as he froze, watching your every move.

 “More than cool with that,” he muttered.

 You reached for the tie, pulling it loose before opening up your robe. You could feel a lump forming in your throat. No going back now. Dean thought you were hot, you reminded yourself. You let the material fall over your shoulders, and drop to the floor around your feet. Dean swallowed hard, not daring to tear his eyes away from you.

 “Son of a -” he breathed out.  

 “I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re done,” you teased,

 “Oh I’m done,” he stated, getting up from the stool. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

 “Yeah?” you cocked your head to the side, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Your voice was confident, but inside, you were dying to cover up and hide away forever. You weren’t gorgeous, or sexy. You weren’t the kind of girl a guy like him fawned over. You found guys like doofy. It was almost like you needed confirmation that he thought you were attractive.

 “Oh god, yeah,” he licked his lips. “Can - can I touch you?”

 “Yes,” you nodded. Your eyes locked with his breathtaking green orbs as he stepped closer. You were expecting his hands to either reach for your breast or your ass. You knew he was going to touch you. He asked and it was to be expected.

 He reached for your hips before slipping his arms around your waist, resting them on the small of your back. That was completely unexpected to say the least. His eyes were dark and filled with desire, but there wasn’t the typical I can’t wait to shove my dick inside you, lust that everyone else had. You were standing completely naked in front of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off your face. It was different and you liked that.

 “Seriously, you are fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, leaning in closer to you. You felt his breath mingling with yours. Was he going to kiss you? One of his hands reached up to your cheek, his index finger brushing the wet strand of hair away from your face before cupping your cheek in his palm. You melted against his touch, just a little as you glanced up into those breathtaking green eyes of his. He inched closer, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, hesitant kiss that made your heart flutter in your chest. He was gentle, which is the opposite of what you were expecting from him of all people. If anything, he was making you feel more comfortable. You kissed him back with the same hesitancy he had. You slipped your hands around his back, tugging him closer to you out of instinct.

 “Mhh, we should probably move this into the bedroom,” you muttered against his lips.

 “You got it, sweetheart,” he smirked. His calloused hands slipped down the curve of your ass, reaching the back of your thighs. He lifted you off the ground with ease, earning a tiny yelp from your lips. You giggled as he carried you into your bedroom, kicking the door closed with his foot. He placed you carefully on the messy bed, letting you adjust yourself so you were comfortable while he stood tall.

 “You’re wearing far too much clothing, Dean,” you smiled up at him. He cast his head down with a smile playing on his plump lips. “Off with the shirt and show me what you’re working with.”

 He took the hem of his henley, tugging it over his head to reveal his upper body. God, he was a fucking sight. You had never seen him shirtless before this. You thought he was hot before this, but you had no idea just how hot he was until he shed some layers. He wasn’t completely toned. He was soft in some places and that only made you want him more. You wanted to trace your tongue over every inch of him.

 “Damn, you’re hot,” you commented as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. He didn’t say anything to you. In fact, he looked a little nervous about it. You didn’t want to make a comment about it because this was a hook up and he wasn’t your boyfriend. You were going to let it slide this time and bring it up the next time you had a movie night or something. “Take it all off, baby.”

 “You’re such a dork,” he let out a laugh. You watched as he unbuckled his jeans and shoved them and his boxers down his legs, revealing himself to you for the first time.

 And oh my fucking god, he was perfect.

 He has the nicest looking dick you had ever seen on a man. Big, thick and he kept himself well taken care of down there in terms of grooming. You were actually looking forward to this one. Not just for how hot he was. Dean was a good person, and not to mention a man of his word. You were looking forward to seeing what he had to offer you in terms of owing you one.

 “Dean, you’re-“ you paused. “Fuck.”

 “Like what you see?” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

 “Eh,” you giggled. “I’m not on the pill, just so you know. I do have condoms in my drawer though.”

 “Good to know,” he nodded. “Listen, don’t be afraid to tell me what you like and don’t like. By all means, tell me what to do and I’ll listen the best I can. I just want to make you feel good.”

 “The very same goes for you too,” you told him. “I wanna be able to make you come too.”

 “Trust me sweetheart, you are going to have no problems with that,” he assured you. “Now, are you sure you want to do this? I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

 “I’m sure I want to do this,” you confirmed. You smiled at his words. It was nice of him to ask you. He wasn’t forcing you by any means, or making you feel like you had to do this. It was actually really nice of him the more you thought about it.

 He carefully climbed on your bed from the bottom. Your eyes never left his body as he moved up the bed. His muscles flexed as he fit himself between your legs. His body hovered over yours, his cock pressing against your inner thigh. He captured his lips with yours almost unexpectedly, pulling your bottom lip between his, sucking down softly.  Your hands traveled down the length of his back. You could feel the arousal pooling in your core. A delicious ache you couldn’t wait to satisfy.

 His hand traced up your torso, his thumb brushing underneath your breast as his lips moved along your jaw, making their way to your neck. You let out a sigh, melting into the mattress beneath you. Your hands slipped into his hair as he kissed his way down to your breasts.

 “F - Dean,” you breathed out. His lips latched around your nipple, his warm tongue flicking over your hardening bud. His touch gave you goosebumps and part of you thought that it was because you hadn’t been touched this extensively in a long time. He was fucking woreshipping you compared to the rest of them. Dean knew exactly where to touch you without a hint of guidance. He ignited something in you that no one had before. Maybe you were going to get an orgasm out of this after all.

 “Feels good, don’t it?” he cooed, kissing along your abdomen as his hands soothed down your sides, filling your stomach with anticipation of what was to come.

 “Damn good,” you panted. Your heart rate was speeding up, and he had barely even done anything to you yet.

 He climbed off of you, taking a spot at the end of your bed. His hand gripped your waist, dragging you to the edge of the bed where he could begin the first real act of the night. He took his time and that was something you enjoyed about him. There was no rush like there usually was for you. His hand trailed along your inner thigh, tickling you in the best way, causing your core to clench around nothing. His soft, wet lips kissed along the opposite side of his hand and that drove you insane. You desperately wanted to feel him directly between your legs.

 “Dean, I swear to god if you don’t -”

 “Don’t what?” he chuckled. “Don’t rush a professional.”

 “Where’s the professional?” you giggled, earning a bitch face from him. “I’m kidding!”

 “Just sit back and enjoy the ride, sweetheart,” he winked, growing closer to where you needed him. He settled directly between your legs with a smirk playing on his lips. He pushed your legs open a little wider. The anticipation was killing you and he fucking knew it too.

 He inched forward, flattening his tongue against your folds, licking a long slow strip upwards, stopping just before your clit. God, did it feel good. His tongue was warm and wetter somehow. The initial touch sending a wave a pleasure through you. You threw your head back against the mattress, your fist grasping at the comforter. You wanted him to do it over and over again.

 “Fuck,” you whimpered.

 “Feel good?”

 “Yeah,” you nodded, staring up at the ceiling, awaiting his next move. You released the comforter, allowing yourself to relax. Dean did the exact same thing, this time going even slower and reaching your clit, causing you to jerk just a little. He kept up with that for another couple of strokes, and you could feel yourself growing more and more slick as he did.

 He pressed a kiss to your clit as his finger circled around your entrance. Your eyes clamped shut the second his tongue flicked swiftly over your little bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked upwards, needing more and more of his touch. You could feel him smirking against you. He knew exactly what he was doing.

 He pushed a digit inside of you and you let out a breathy moan. He curled his finger as his lips enclosed around your clit, sucking just enough to drive you insane. You arched your back, needing more of him.

 “De-Dean,” you groaned. “To the left.”

 “Your left or mine?”

 “Mine,” you panted. His tongue flickered over your clit to the left in a repetitive, but unpredictable motion that had your toes curling. Your hand reached for his head, your fingers fisting his hair tugging him in the right direction as he sucked down on you.

 You could feel that familiar burn pooling in your lower abdomen. You knew it was mere moments before Dean worked you into your first orgasm the night. He removed his finger from your center and moved both his hands underneath your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as his tongue worked it’s magic.

 “Fuck Dean, I’m gonna - I’m -” you could barely even get the words out before warm pleasure pulsated through you. You twitched against him, your fingers pulling at his hair to try to keep him in place, and he never let up. He worked your through it, making it last as long as he possibly could.

 He pulled away and you felt lifeless. You had no idea how to even move, let alone breathe. Dean wasn’t lying when he said he knew what he was doing. You tried to focus on breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.

 “Y/N, you alive?” he asked you.

 “I- I think,” you answered, your voice high pitched as your eyes opened, meeting his gorgeous green orbs. “Barely but alive. Just give me a minute after that one. Fuck!”

 “Told you I’m good,” he winked playfully.

 “Oh shut up!” you let out a laugh, rolling onto your side, pressing your lips to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. His hand instinctively reached up to your hip, drawing you into him as he kissed you. God, did this man know how to kiss. He had your toes curling at the thought of continuing like this. But you knew he had other plans for the night, and quite frankly, so did you. “Your turn now, Dean.”

 “You definitely don’t have to do that, Y/N,” he shook his head.

 “I know. I want to. It’s only fair to for one, and two, I really want to taste you,” you played. “You want to move up the bed a little more?”

 “Yeah,” he nodded. You managed to sit up, allowing Dean to lay in the middle of your bed. His hard cock rested against his stomach, and honestly, you couldn’t wait to taste him. You couldn’t wait to feel him on your tongue. Dean positioned himself so he was comfortable, and you gravitated between his legs. It was going to be easier for you to take him this way. You knew there was no way you were going to fit all of him in your mouth, but you were going to try your very best to pleasure him the same way he did you.

 You took his velvety length in your hand, your mouth watering at the sight of him. Dean’s eyes were on you, and somehow, that didn’t make you nervous. You stuck your tongue out, licking the tip of his cock, instantly tasting the salty, almost sweet, precome that pooled at the slit. Dean hissed at the contact and you knew you did something right.

 You moved down to his balls, flattening out your tongue before moving carefully along each one. Then you traced a line up his length, reaching the top, taking the entire head in your mouth. Your eyes flicked up, looking at Dean’s face directly and you could see that he was enjoying what you were doing so far. You sucked down lightly, spit collecting in your mouth as you did so. You released him, using your saliva as lube to slick up his cock, making it easier to pleasure him without worrying about hurting him.

 You took him in your heat, sinking down a little lower this time while your hand jerked off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You could feel each ridge and vain along your tongue, and damn did he taste good. A taste you wouldn’t mind having more than once if it were up to you.

 “Fucking hell, Y/N,” he growled. His hands made their way into your hair, half holding it back, half kind of tugging. You circled around the tip, running swiftly into the slit before teasing over his frenulum. He let out a loud groan, trying his hardest not to buck his hips up.

 “Y/N-” he cried out as you took him deeper, the tip hitting near the back of your throat as your hand jerked him faster. You sucked down, causing him to moan once more.

 “Y/N - fuck, you gotta stop,” he urged you. You pulled off of him with a pop, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. He was panting, his chest heaving. You smiled, knowing you did a good job.

 Dean rolled off to the side, opening up the drawer of your bedside table, grabbing one of the condoms out of the box of twelve. As nervous as you were before, you weren’t now. Not even close. If anything, you were excited to be doing this with Dean. No pressure or unrealistic expectations. He cared whether or not you were enjoying yourself, and you were. But most of all, you were comfortable with Dean. Maybe it was for all of those reasons, or the fact that you had never trusted someone the same way you did your best friend. He wasn’t some random guy you met in a bar or a diner.

 “You sure you want to do this?” he questioned once more, playing with the condom between his index finger and his thumb. “We don’t have to. I can just pay you back some other way if you don’t want to.”

 “Yeah. I want to,” you nodded. “Do you want to?”

 “Yeah,” he said softly, ripping the condom package open. He took the condom out, rolling it down properly over his hard length. You lay down on the bed, opening up your arms for him to climb on top of you. He spread your legs a little wider as he positioned himself between them. You couldn’t wait to feel that stretch when he pushed into you.

 He took his thick cock in his hand, running it swiftly through your folds. You instinctively moved your legs further apart, your eyes meeting his, waiting for him to move. You nodded your head, reassuring him that he could proceed. He smiled softly. The tip of his cock lined up with your entrance. Your hands traced up his arms, settling on his shoulders. He pushed himself gingerly inside of you, stretching your walls more than you expected as they accommodated his length. You took a sharp intake of breath, your eyes shutting as your head pressed to the pillow beneath it.

 Dean positioned his hands on either side of your body. His lips met yours as he bottomed out inside you. His kiss putting you at ease. You wrapped your arms securely around his shoulders and bent your knees to give him more room to begin moving. He felt fucking perfect inside.

 “You good?” he breathed out, trailing his lips along your jaw.

 “Yeah,” you swallowed. “‘M good.”

 He drew his hips back before moving back in at the very same pace. You felt your walls fluttering at the new sensation of him. He felt fucking amazing when he moved. His length hit all the spots you needed him to, and all the spots you didn’t know you needed touched until now. His muscles tensed just a little when he moved, and his lips never left your skin, only added to the overwhelming satisfaction he was already giving you.

 “You have no fucking idea how good you feel around me,” he growled into your neck.

 “If it’s anywhere near how good you feel inside me then I think I know,” you groaned, your hand shifting into his hair, keeping him at the sensitive spot on your neck that drove you crazy. “Keep kissing there.”

 “Curl your fingers in my hair again,” he asked lowly, his hips pushing back into yours.

 His thrusts picked up the pace. You rolled your hips against his in tune with his and that familiar burn made itself known. Your breathing was getting shallower, and a thin layer of sweat coated your skin, especially in the places Dean’s skin was touching yours. The heat from him, along with the incredible aura you were creating together; it was bound to get a little hot.

 Dean was panting against your skin, and he had to adjust himself, leaving your neck. He held himself up on his hands once more, his chest abandoning yours. His eyes traveled up and down your body, drinking you in as his cock quivered inside you. You didn’t want this to come to an end. He made you feel so fucking high; like every other emotion didn’t exist. It was just pure euphoria.

 You readjusted yourself, hooking your ankles around his ass, giving him a different angle. He pushed into you and hit your g-spot dead on, you almost came right then. That coil in your stomach was growing tighter and tighter as he moved. You could feel every dip and ridge of his cock. Your mouth was growing dry as you struggled to breathe.

 “Dean, I’m so close,” you straggled out.

 “Good,” he panted. “Me too. What do you need?”

 “Faster!”

 He picked up his pace, pounding into you. You let out a loud moan and suddenly you were thankful it was only Dean’s apartment next to yours and no one else was next to you. Dean pecked your lips once more, and you could see the drips of sweat beading on his forehead and the top of his freckled dusted nose. His green eyes were damn near black, hooded with lust and pleasure that you had never seen before. You wanted to make him come. You wanted to hear him.

 He hit your sweet spot once more, throwing you over the edge. You arched into him as your fingers dug into the flesh of his back. He collapsed on top of you, and you buried your head in his neck, muffling your cry just a little. Pure ecstasy flowed through you, causing you to shake beneath him. Your walls clamped down around him so tightly, you were afraid he wouldn’t be able to move.

 “Fuck - Y/N, mhh,” he groaned, slamming his hips into yours as he spilled himself into the condom. He twitched, moving just a little as the waves of his orgasm worked through him. You were shaking, but at the same time, you felt completely lifeless. Like he had fucked every ounce of energy out of you, and in a way, he had.

 He pulled out of you slowly, holding the base of his cock where the condom was. You pointed to the tissues on the nightstand for him to use. He quickly discarded the condom into the trash bin next to your bed before he settled down next to you.

 “Fuck,” he breathed out. “That was better than I imagined it would be.”

 “You imagined it?” you let out a chuckle.

 “Of course I have. Have you seen yourself?” he let out a laugh. “In all honesty though, it was some good sex.”

 “It was,” you agreed, adjusting your head on your pillow as you glanced up at the ceiling.

 “Did you come?” he laughed.

 “Shut up, asshole,” you shook your head.

 “Oh I know you did,” he teased. “More than once. I’m just that good.”

 “Yeah yeah,” you licked your bottom lip. “You held up your end pretty damn good if I do say so myself.”

 “I’m glad,” he smirked. “I don’t think we’ll have any problems convincing my parents we’re together.”

 “Me either,” you breathed out.

 He rolled off the bed, reaching for his boxers on the floor at the end of the bed. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as he tucked himself back in his boxers. You weren’t expecting him to stay in the slightest. It was a good time and it would’ve been awkward if he did.

 “So where and when for your mom’s party?” you asked, moving the pillow to cover yourself up a little.

 “Saturday night,” he said, pulling on his jeans. “I’ll pick you up at seven. It’s kind of fancy so you’ll have to wear a dress. I’m wearing a black suit if that helps you at all.”

 “I have a classy black dress that should work,” you nodded.

 “Perfect,” he nodded. “I am really thankful you’re helping me out. I don’t mean to fuck you and run, but I’ve kind of gotta get to the bar.”

 “It’s okay,” you assured him. “Not like we’re together, bestie.”

 “I know, but I like to treat my women better than that when we do something like this,” he frowned.

 “I’m your best friend and I know where you live. Trust me, it’s cool. I’m not really one for cuddling after sex and talking about feelings anyways,” you shrugged. “Thanks for making me come, not once, but twice. You treated me better than any guy. Now get out of my apartment and go to work.”

 “Yes ma’am,” he chuckled. “You could always come with?”

 “Nah,” you shook your head. “I’ve got plans with my one true love, Netflix.”

 “Sorry I’m getting in the way of that,” he let out a laugh. “I’ll see you later.”

 “That you will, Dean,” you winked. “Thank you for this. You do know how to satisfy a woman.”

 “You’re damn right I do.”

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That Damned Laugh

To the anon who informed me of Rainbow Rowell's RACISM, i am writing this for my love of the characters, not the author's writing skill or fame. fuck her. i am still very much aware of what she wrote about and how she portrayed a character, but i cannot stop this inspiration when it comes to me. (wait to be clear to everyone reading this who hadn't seen the anons and my discussion, carry on wasnt the accused racist book. that was something else.)

If you, anon, end up seeing this and maybe don't like what I'm doing or whatnot, I'd love to hear from you again.

For those of you who maybe do practice Death of the Author, I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Carry On

Characters: Simon Snow, Baz Pitch

Words: 1,905

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BAZ

Simon Snow does not laugh, full stop.

(Well, to be fair I'm not a cackler much myself, but I do at least guffaw from time to time.)

Snow spent so much of his youth being weighed down by the 'Chosen One' moniker and being tormented by yours truly. Still, I know of that little list he kept of things he liked about Watford and all its experiences and people. It seemed he did take joy in most of it all. After all, I'm sure he had fun at Bunce's house on many an occasion.

But just being around him and in this way for a while now, you start to notice. He's seen me laugh. A few times, in fact. And hard. I'm not very proud of it; what that man can do to me and make me do. He doesn't like when I cover my hand over my smile. It's habit, though, I've reminded him countless times. The fangs and all. We're working on it.

But Simon may just smile or huff. I've giggled with him on our particularly soft nights or togethertimes.

All this to say... I've found a new hobby/goal/obsession recently.

Make Simon Snow laugh.

My cheekiness all these years has kept my humor to cruel, lowbrow tones. Maybe it makes me less funny, I don't know. But once or twice I'd nail a comeback or snarky one-liner (of course with a bit of flirt thrown in) and Snow will giggle and shake his head. But that's all I've achieved! A small, pandering, boring -- though still admirably adorable -- (Damn that Snow) giggle.

I've moved on to physical humor. I tried throwing myself dramatically over him when he's in bed, but he just seems to think it's all part of my Pitch flair.

Today I made a minor breakthrough.

I was in the kitchen trying to mix myself a smoothie. Bunce has been gushing about a smoothie craze for weeks now, so I finally figured why not. The damn lid wasn't on tight enough. Not-yet-smooth smoothie shot everywhere. There was a pause as it happened, my one hand on the Liquify button, my other resting nonchalantly atop the lid that didn't do any lidding, dammit.

Snow looked up at me from his seat by the kitchen counter, eyes drawn from his phone. A beat. He barked out a laugh. A much louder one than I think I'd ever heard him make.

"Put a sock in it, Snow," I growled, to keep with my facade, though inside I was jittery with glee. I wanted to hear more.

Snow convinced me to binge a new show. Crime Minds. Something like that. No, criminal. It's Criminal Minds.

You wouldn't expect this to be a series fit enough for a cuddle, but Snow and I are an unexpected couple. So it works.

A few dumb jokes are littered throughout the show, in between corpses and the same police station set being reorganized and shot from different angles every episode. One such joke was so inconspicuous and so nothing that I cannot even recall it now. But both Snow and I chuckled at it. Then Snow made an additional comment to it, making me laugh. And soon we were both giggling together like schoolboys, like we had early on when we were maybe still a bit bashful with each other.

He shoved his face into my ribs and snorted when I whispered the new inside joke much later on in the episode. I was also grinning like a madman, but the soft tickle his action gave me didn't exactly---

Oh.

In bed. Perfect. Lovers fool around all the time in bed. Not fool around as in sex--well, no, of course sex, but I mean they also play around-- never mind.

SIMON

Baz has been acting off lately. I can't quite put my finger on what it is. He seems distracted. More like how I act. I'm always thinking of something else, not able to stay focused on one thing for long. He's like that, but trying to act like he isn't.

We're doing something odd today. We're in bed at sunset. It's hardly sunset, as a matter of fact. The sun isn't seeping orange and red into the flat yet. Penelope took us out on a hike today. It tuckered the both of us out. Baz drained a buck when we got home.

I'm laying perpendicular to Baz (or is it parallel? composite? I could never remember mathematics), my legs resting over his stomach. He's reading and I'm playing a puzzle app on my phone.

BAZ

Now's the time, Baz. Just do it, don't think.

His socked feet are right in front of me. There's only been a handful of times we've sat in this position, half of them being my lower half resting on Simon's sturdier upper half. It's now or never.

I stare at his feet for too long, zoning out and forgetting that I was left staring at them, so it definitely looked like I have a fetish for feet. Which I don't. Focus, Basilton.

I take a finger-- no, two fingers. I scratch quickly at his heel. His leg jerks, foot being pulled back.

"What?" he asks me, as if I hadn't been plotting this for weeks. As if I just did it to get his attention.

"Something on the bottom of your sock, love."

Simon went right back to his head hanging upside down off the side of the bed, phone held out in front of his eyes.

Well, that proved one thing. He's ticklish.

He places his ankles right back where they originally were, crossed, atop my stomach. I try again, this time on his arch. I apply more pressure.

"Bahaz!" Simon shakes his foot out, "Is that how you start a foot massage?"

"Would you like a foot massage?"

"No. Not if it's going to tickle like that."

My cheeks heat up. Damn that buck. I'm rosier than I usually am.

"You're ticklish?" I ask, coolly. I barely stuttered.

"I wouldn't try it," he's back to looking at his phone again, "Penny did once and I nearly broke her elbow or something. She wouldn't stop talking about it for days."

"So you're very ticklish, then."

"Don't," this is the first time Snow seems to tense up.

There's a moment of quiet between us. A tense quiet. I lunge for his ankles and he shoots up into a sitting position. I scratch at his arch with four fingers now and he screams.

"Baz!" Simon whines a bit and he somehow yanks his legs free, not without losing one of his socks in my grip.

SIMON

He's grinning at me. No. Sneering.

I still hate when he does that. Reminds me of back when I wanted to throttle him. Sometimes I still do.

"Baz," I warn. His whole posture changes into a predator's, like he's the lion and I'm his fresh zebra. The new stance sends a shiver down my spine, with his shoulders hunched and all, ready to pounce.

"Baz... Baz, Baz, Baz..." I say over and over again because he's smiling at me, and then I start to smile, too, "Bahaz!" I try once more, but his name is all that's coming out, and now I'm giggling. I'm nervous. He did this to me.

BAZ

He's already giggling and I haven't even laid a hand on him.

"Yes, Snow?" I respond to his many calls of my name before I lurch forward, sending my whole body crashing on top of his and trying to pin him. I dig my fingers into his sides and don't stop for as long as I can maintain contact through his squirming.

"Gehehet off!" he's already crumbling, words being broken up with short laughs.

I slide my fingertips to his stomach and scratch there; Snow bucks. It gets even better when my cold fingers make contact with his warm skin beneath the shirt he's wearing. He yelps like I've never heard him yelp (like he's burnt his finger, but he's also 11-years-old again), and he dissolves into loud, beautiful laughter.

"St-Stohohop! Baz! I'm going to end you!"

"Isn't that how we always said it would end? Snuffing each other out? I'm perfectly happy that it's now going to end in my favor. You should've told me you were this easy to defeat earlier on, Snow."

"Shut up!" he cackles, legs kicking wildly behind me, as my body is thrown over his torso. Now I have both my hands buried into his sides, squeezing and squeezing. I get curious, my cheeks still burning with blood, and I lean down to his neck and... (no, I don't bite) I start nibbling. Snow loses it.

His whole face scrunches up, as I watch when I pull my head back. His smile is huge and bright. And the laughs bubble up from his stomach, releasing softer into the air like he sucked a little of the joy from it before releasing to keep for himself.

"Dohon't do that!"

"I thought you love my kisses."

"Not tha-HAAT!"

He shrieks again, hands too slow to stop my face from moving in. I nibble and even lick a few times, careful not to touch him with my fangs.

Did I mention that my hands are still tickling at his sides and ribs while I'm nibbling? Oh yes, I've waited so long for this sound. I wasn't going to make it come out lightly.

I blow a raspberry and that's when Snow's laughter catches and turns all hiccuppy. The noises are infecting me, starting to make me giggle. I shift, and my face now descends towards his stomach, which is bared after I rucked the shirt up.

SIMON

"TYRANNUS BASILTON G-GRIMM FUCKING PITCH-- OR WHATEVER YOUR LONG STUPID ARSEHOLE NAME IS--"

He's laughing at me. I keep laughing even without him tickling me.

"I swehehear I'm going to fucking kill you and your whole family if you do that dohown thehere--" I'm hiccuping. Crowley, how embarrassing.

BAZ

He's got me. I can hardly breathe from laughter. I keel over into him or he into me, but soon we're a laughing pile together on top of the mussed up sheets on the bed.

I make a loud snort and that reels us both back in again, laughing til we're red in the face and til my cheeks hurt.

Simon is giggling away, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself, but he just keeps on giggling. I'm able to sit up a little more and Snow's head is in my lap. He's beaming and looking up at me through squinted, teary eyes.

"That was fun," I say, and I don't think it's the brightest or smartest thing to say. But I say it.

"I love you," Snow's smile is still wide, like he's drunk from it. There's a moment where I feel like I've died again, color drained from me.

It doesn't seem to bother him, that he's said that. For the first time. I run my fingers through his reddish curls once, letting them tangle in the locks towards the back of his head. I hunch myself down so I can kiss him.

"I've wanted to hear that for so long," I whisper.

"That I love you? You haven't figured it out by now?"

"No, you idiot," I say with nothing but fondness, brushing my nose along Simon's jaw, "Your laugh."

[clareguilty]

Nice

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Mandalorian/Gn!Reader (reader has a coochie)

Rating: Explicit | No Warnings, just 69

Word Count: ~2400

You made doubly sure to lock the door as you trudged into your quarters, engaging both the electronic lock and the manual bolt. Afternoon sun poured into the room from the large window; the sky on this planet turned everything a strange lilac color that you had never seen before -- so used to the orange of Tatooine, but that was about the nicest thing you had found so far since landing here.

Your travels with Din had landed you smack in the middle of some kind of galactic conflict, and neither of you were happy about it. Sure, you supported the New Republic and you wanted to see the last of the Empire wiped away, but you didn’t necessarily want to be on the front lines of that whole mess.

And Din hated it even more than you. Grogu was away training with Commander Skywalker while the two of you had gotten trapped in this horrible diplomatic dispute. From dawn to nightfall it was nothing but meetings and councils and speeches. Din had no choice but to go, an unwilling participant in the Republic after his accidental takeover of the Mandalorian throne. You weren’t necessarily required to attend, but you had very quickly grown bored of sitting idly around the New Republic base and decided that listening to delegates drone on and on about unity and healing was slightly more appealing. Bo Katan had ignored both of your endless pleas to just take the kriffing darksaber, instead scowling from the sidelines of every meeting.

It wasn’t like Din was making these decisions anyways. The other Mandos deliberated over every choice, and he simply passed the messages on as their representative. He was a figure head. Nothing more.

But still, it was only late afternoon, and you were already bone tired. You pulled off your boots and made your way to where Din was sitting on the bed, hunched over with his elbows on his knees. The lilac light reflected off of his newly polished beskar. You thought it looked nice.

“We have to meet everyone for supper this evening,” you reminded him. “I was going to sleep a few hours and then spend tonight drinking as much spotchka as I can get my hands on.”

Din chuckled. “As long as you don’t pass out and leave me to fend off everyone by myself.”

“Sounds tempting.” You draped your overcoat over the nearest chair and pulled your top off. The fancy clothes the New Republic had given you were far less comfortable than the loose, desert-wear you were accustomed to, and you stretched and sighed as soon as you were free from the constricting garments.

Din had glanced up, but you weren’t sure if he was watching you. He had seen you naked plenty of times now, and you were perfectly fine being undressed around him. It had never seemed to bother him, though he was still most comfortable in his armor and helmet. 

Since meeting the other Mandos and rescuing Grogu from the imperials -- and then subsequently letting Commander Skywalker take Grogu for training, Din had been willing to take his helmet off around others. It wasn’t a common occurrence, only in dire situations or at times when he felt completely safe. You had only seen him without it a few times, and you were honored that he trusted you enough to show you his face.

His eyes were so warm, so expressive. His lips were so soft. You cherished every chance to see him, to feel him.

You were folding your pants when Din reached up and pulled his helmet off. Instinctively, you turned away at the first sight of his stubbled jaw. 

“It’s okay,” he said. “You can look.”

You hated the way that your heart sped up as you turned back toward him. You never would have thought that seeing your lover’s face would send such a thrill through you. 

He looked… not very good. Dark circles under his eyes, shoulders hunched with exhaustion. He was under much more stress than you, and it was wearing on him. It pained you to see him this way. You sat next to him on the bed, completely naked while he was still in full armor.

“Maybe you should stay in tonight? It’s just supper. I can pick up something from the kitchen and bring it back here for us. We can get drunk on spotchka in the privacy of our room.” You didn’t even try to hide your staring as you rememorized his features, resisting the urge to brush his flattened curls away from his face.

He shook his head. “It’ll be fine.” Despite not even wanting to be the representative for the Mandalorians, he took the responsibility very seriously. He pushed himself so hard trying to do everything he could for his people. You loved him more for it, but you wanted him to put himself first for once.

You reached out and very gently tugged at his armor. “You’ll rest with me, won’t you?”

He looked at you, his eyes roaming over your body. His eyes darkened, pupils blowing wide. You could tell exactly what he was thinking as he licked his lips.

“Rest,” you insisted, smiling. It was exciting to see the desire in his expression. Din wanted you. It was reassuring to know. He was always so shy, so scared to ask for what he needed, letting you take the lead. You had been with each other many times before, but rarely had he let you see his face. It was sweet, how clearly his desire and arousal were written in his features.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he began undressing as well. Beskar and tough fabric gave way to tanned, scarred skin and muscle. Your mouth went dry as he bent forward to pull off his boots. He didn’t make the same effort as you to fold his things, simply letting them lay to the side of the bed where he would fetch them later. He was usually so careful with his armor, you knew he must have truly been exhausted.

He tugged his pants off and you noticed that, despite how tired he looked, his cock was already half hard. Maybe... your nap could wait a little while.

When he turned back to you, you were laying back against the pillows, legs splayed, smirking with your lip caught between your teeth. “I changed my mind,” you grinned.

Din flushed bright red, eyes darting everywhere. It was adorable. You knew he could get overwhelmed easily, but it was fun to watch him flush and stammer when you were particularly forward.

“Come here,” you sat up and patted the bed next to you. “What do you need?”

He settled in beside you. And when he didn’t pull away, you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheekbone, gently running your fingers through his helmet-hair. You loved the way he melted into the feeling of your fingers against his scalp. He let out the softest moan, shuddering under your touch.

He didn’t say anything, but he pulled you in so he could cover your chest in chaste kisses, trailing down over your stomach and toward your hips. Occasionally, he stopped to suck a mark into your skin. He enjoyed leaving little reminders, and he absolutely loved when you returned the favor. Even though no one would see the marks, you had caught him admiring them one morning before he put his armor on.

He seemed directionless, unsure as he kissed across your body. You let him take as much time as he needed. He deserved this chance to explore you. He seemed to be working up the courage for something. You got the message when he tried to nudge your thighs apart. Stubble rasping over the soft skin.

Oh.

The two of you had never done that before. Din was hardly comfortable with his helmet off, much less with something as intimate as this. But here he was, kissing along the inside of your thighs.

You had to be careful. So many things were new to Din and you didn’t want to ruin any of his first experiences.

You nudged him away, pulling him in for a breathy kiss. “I’ve got an idea,” you said. “Lay down for me, okay?”

He did as you asked, hands trailing over your skin as you rearranged yourself. You planted your thighs on either side of his head, bracing your hands on his chest as you lined yourself up.  “This okay?” you asked as you peered down at him.

“Yeah,” Din nodded, eyes wide. “More than okay.” He had never been this close to you before -- not like this at least. Now, there were mere centimeters between your pussy and his lips.

You slowly lowered your hips. Din was light, tentative at first. As much as he wanted this, he was out of his depth. You knew this kind of thing was new to him. His tongue found your clit and you moaned. “Just like that,” you encouraged him.

Spurred on by your words, he licked a broad strip over your slit. You couldn’t help but grind down against him. It was slow, teasing for you as he found a pace he was comfortable with. Din had certainly learned how to make you come on his fingers and cock, and he was going to take his time to master this as well.

Without warning, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, gripping tightly as he pulled you closer. You gasped, raking your nails over his stomach. For all of Din’s inexperience, he wanted to make you feel good. 

“Stars! Din!” you gasped. He moaned and his cock twitched where it was resting against his hips. He was already leaking onto his stomach and painfully hard just from having you like this. It was so easy to get him worked up. You knew it would be overwhelming for him, but you couldn’t stop yourself as you reached out to stroke him. He groaned low between your thighs, abs tensing as you dragged your fingers along his length. It didn’t matter to you that he became uncoordinated; you just wanted to show him how good he made you feel, how wonderful it felt to be with him, that even with all of the pressure he was under, he deserved this pleasure.

You leaned down, wrapping your lips around his cock. You weren’t trying to break him, but he gasped and dug his fingers into your thighs, bucking his hips where they were pinned beneath you. It took all of your self restraint to give him a moment to come down. You knew he would finish quickly, overwhelmed as he was. 

Din felt vulnerable without his armor and out of his depth as he tried to pleasure you, but he loved the sounds you made above him, loved the warmth of your body against his and the softness of your breasts against stomach. The way your thighs felt in his grip, and the taste of you. It was too much but in the best of ways. He thought he was going to die the most pleasurable death beneath you.

And he wanted you to feel the same. Even though he was clumsy and uncoordinated and inexperienced, he wanted to make you come. Pulling you close, he licked and sucked your clit, using your moans and praise as guidance.

You came with shaking hips and loud moans around his cock that had him finishing in your mouth with a choked off groan. You continued stroking him even after his cock stopped pulsing. He didn’t stop his own efforts until you were squirming and pulling away from him, rolling to the side with a satisfied sigh. Din was still reeling from the overstimulation. He had wanted to try something new, try to pleasure you in a way he hadn’t been able to before. Now that you could see him -- that you could feel him and know him -- he wanted to give you everything. And you had given him everything in return.

It took several long moments for him to come back to his senses, in which you laid against his side and pulled the cover over you both. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue as he could taste himself on yours. He shouldn’t have found it as arousing as he did, but he moaned into the kiss.

You held him in your arms, and he placed soft, open-mouthed kisses to your chest. While he knew it would be a while before he wanted anything more, he still wasn’t satisfied, and he slipped his fingers down between your legs to try and coax another orgasm out of you. You let out a small, surprised gasp as he curled his fingers inside you.

Exhaustion had finally gotten to the both of you. When you came, it was a lovely, floating pleasure. Your eyes fluttered shut as you drifted on the haze of orgasm.

Din curled into your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a kiss to his hair. You still had a few hours before supper, and you were going to make sure Din slept if it was the last thing you did.

“I miss Grogu,” he murmured, half asleep. You felt a pang in your chest. Even if it was for his own good, letting Grogu go with Commander Skywalker was one of the hardest choices both of you had been forced to make. It had been weeks now, and you still expected the little beast to be around every time you woke. You missed the weight of him in your arms and his strange, all knowing eyes. You knew Din only had it worse.

“Me too.” You blinked away tears. “First chance I get, I’ll break us out of here and we can go get him back from Commander Skywalker. What’s one Jedi against two angry parents?”

You felt him smile against your skin. “We’ll be on the run from the Empire and the New Republic.”

“We’ll have the kid hide us with The Force or something. No one will ever find us.” You ran your fingers through his hair, unable to even keep your eyes open.

Din snored softly in your arms. You let yourself drift off as well. After everything, both of you desperately needed the rest. A few hours of sleep would be nice.

[ransomdemands]

Ooh but also thinking about my werewolf partner grooming me.

They have such specific preferences about the products we buy. Nothing with an artificial scent because it interferes with pheromones I can’t even smell. I argue that they can smell the pheromones through my scented products. They insist it loses the detail and the detail is what’s important for a wolf and their ‘...partner’ (they avoid saying the M word). We compromise on deodorant.

They seem to like how I smell for the most part. And their grooming instincts wind up primarily focused on my hair. (I actually love the way they touch my hair when we do that, it’s such a lovely moment for us).

But one day they get so irritated that I ‘smell wrong’ that they insist that I am not bathing correctly. This of course pisses me off and the argument ends with them shoving me into the bath and doing my entire washing routine themselves, just to verify that I haven’t been sneaking in any forbidden scented products.

Afterwords while I’m standing in our bathroom buck naked, thoroughly annoyed, and shivering, they bury their face into my neck and take a deep breath. The pull away frowning, and I start to make some cheeky comment about how evidently it’s just me that smells wrong and they should pick a different mate when they lick me. It’s stops me in my tracks. This isn’t one of the soft kitten licks they will sometimes do while kissing, or the slow rolling licks they use when they go down on me. This is a LICK. Full tongue, full saliva from just under my collarbones up my entire neck, past my jaw and stopping only at my temple.

I try and start to protest when they lick again, this time up over my ear. The third lick goes from the hollow in my clavicle up my throat and straight up my face to my hairline. At this point I am over it. I’m wet and cold and now covered in spit, and I am about to tell them to just lay off when I hear a soft rumbling from their chest. It’s a purr. They never purr. The sound alone shocks me into stillness while they continue licking my neck, face, and chest. There’s an intimacy to the moment I’m terrified to break by speaking so I settle for resting my hand on their neck as they work.

After a while they look me over and seem satisfied with their handiwork. They pull out my skincare products and set to work on my entire routine. They don’t say anything. Neither do I.

Finally, after I’m dry and dressed and we are eating snacks in the kitchen I ask them what that was all about. I try to frame it as a joke, asking if the solution to my wrong smell is werewolf spit and saying that maybe they should go for another wolf instead. I laugh through the delivery but the anxiety is real.

They go quiet and walk over to me. They hold one side of my face and press their nose into the side of my neck again. When they speak their voice is so quiet I have to hold my breath to hear it.

They tell me the problem wasn’t that I didn’t smell like wolf, it was that I didn’t smell like them.

They tell me that it’s a common hazard for people partnered with werewolves.

They tell me that, to have their pheromones on my body was what their instincts were driving them to.

That for wolves who run in packs it’s perfectly normal, something they do as a matter of course. (They don’t mention that they haven’t had a pack in years).

They finish by telling me that it’s only natural for a mate to smell like their partner. They leave a soft peck on my neck where they were pressed so close to me , and as another on my cheek as they walk off to complete some household errand I’ve put off.

I try to be accepting this new part of our relationship, and as odd as the licking is, it can be strangely pleasant. I want to joke around and make it normal. But mostly when they groom me I only a single thought echoes through my mind.

One single word. Whispered so quietly against my skin I half think I imagined it.

Mate

[fumbling-fanfics]

So I know I have a bunch if request that I should be posting this one, but I really got into this one.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black Reader, Bucky Barnes x Black Reader

Warnings: Smut!

Thanks to @my-rose-gold for proof reading.

Big thanks for you guys for reading.

Hope you like this, please reblog, like, comment etc. Also please message to be added or removed from tags, my tag list is so 2017.

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Everyone needs a vacation. The Avengers were no different. 

You yourself had not been part of the Avengers for long, but you were tired. Fighting aliens, robots and terrorists alike eventually took its toll. So when you were given the option to take a break and disappear for a second you were out the door behind Nat and Bucky.

You hadn't planned on taking a break with anyone else, but you found yourself just outside the South of France in a spacious villa in tiny quite village with Bucky and Steve.

***

You'd all just finished lunch, Steve was still inside the villa clearing away the plates and tidying the kitchen. Bucky was reclined back on his pool side lounger, in his swimming trunks and sunglasses.

You were sat next to him, in an oversized tee shirt, bikini underneath. Your legs were tucked under you as you read through the dramatic erotic fiction you'd found in the villa. Besides the local paper that Steve read at least six times before you or Bucky could even think to look.

Steve stepped outside, paper under his arm, to join you and Bucky by the pool. He wore swimming trunks too, but unlike Bucky, Steve also wore an open short sleeve linen shirt. His slight tan lines were cute. Bucky on the other hand was tanning all over nicely.

Steve rustled the newspaper for the millionth time as he sat at the cast iron table and chairs. Bucky shifted slightly, towards him.

"You know Steve, the whole point of the vacation is to have an actual vacation" Bucky's hand found your thigh and gave it a slight squeeze. Steve said nothing, just turned a page with a louder rustle.

As you turned your own page, you felt two large drops of sweat run down your back and cleavage. It was late June, and hot. Without waiting for another drop of sweat to make its move you dropped your book on the lounger you claimed as yours. You stepped towards the pool, stopped at the edge as you pulled the fabric of the tee shirt over your head and tossed it back behind you.

"Bucky's right Steve, relax" and with that you disappeared into the water, getting two slow laps in before you came up for air.

A few hours later Steve's shadow appeared over you at the side of the pool. When you looked up he was crouched down, holding a drink out to you, he seemed to have a similar drink in his other hand.

"Thank you" you smiled. You took a sip of the cold drink. "What time is it?" Steve rotated his free hand to check his watch. Steve was of course wearing a watch while on vacation.

"Just gone half one" he explained. You nodded, downing the rest of drink and handed him back the glass. "I better start dinner" with that you disappeared under the water and came back up, pulling yourself up out of the pool on the edge next to Steve. You walked back to your lounger where Bucky still was as, Steve followed your wet footsteps.

You grabbed up your towel, drying off the excess water. You slipped on your flip flops. "Where are you going?" Bucky asked, shifting his sunglasses a little.

"To start dinner. Do either of you have any requests or you open to my creative interpretation?" Bucky shrugged. "We trust you" Steve smiled. You leant down, taking Steve's chin in your fingers and gave him a light kiss. You sauntered off into the house.

***

You rummaged through the kitchen trying to work out what to make. You pulled some things out of the cupboards and fridge, leaving them on the counter top.

As you crossed the living room to go clean up and get ready, the cold vibranium metal of Bucky's hand and fingers found your upper arm, pulling you back against him.

"Don't I get a kiss" his lips brushed against the skin on your neck.

"After I shower" you teased, grinding back against him. 

Bucky's other hand snaked around your front, sliding up between your boobs, finding your throat.

Bucky walked you to the sofa, undoing your wet bikini top and bottoms, throwing them on the floor. He pushed you down onto the sofa, stepping between your legs. He pulled down his swimming trunks, stepping out of them and slightly kicking them to one side. He leant over you, leaning on his hands either side of your waist as he kissed and lowered to his knees.

The sofa was low enough that it meant on his knees Bucky was now level with you. He tugged you forward by your hips, laying you on your back more. He held himself in one hand as he brushed the tip of cock against your entrance, not breaking eye contact with you. He smirked as you twitched in anticipation. Your fingers dug into the pillows of the sofa as he slowly entered you.

Bucky only stopped when he had slid all the way into you, pulling you down against him. He held you here for a moment, letting you both enjoy the feeling of each other. 

Bucky withdrew himself slightly, enjoying the moan the action caused and how you arched your back a little.

Steve wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when he brought the empty glasses to the kitchen, but he wasn't expecting to see Bucky fucking you on the sofa. He left the three glasses in the sink, walking into the living space to match the noises to the visual.

Steve moved to stand behind the sofa, looking down at you. His hands found your wrists above your head, and held your arms in place, while Bucky started his finish. His vibranium hand found your throat again, his other hand gripping your waist as he pulled you down on his length and his hip movements became harder. Your fingers dug into your palm and your toes curled at Bucky's waist.

Bucky kissed you again, slowly slipping you his tongue. After a moment he broke away, and pulled out of you. He moved sitting neck to you, slumping back into the sofa with a deep satisfied exhale.

Steve rounded the sofa, stripping off his shirt, kicking off his shoes. He pulled you up off of the sofa, keeping hold of you on your wobbly legs. He stepped back into the open space on the rug.

"Get down, on your front" Steve kept hold of your arm as you dropped to your knees in front of him and he help guide you down onto your front. The floor creaked a little as he stepped over you and all you could sense was the sound of Steve taking off his swimming trunks.

Steve growled as he stepped over you, and came down to his knees, either side of your body. His hands brushed over your back from your shoulders to your waist and back up again.

You loved the feeling of Steve's weight pressing you into the rug on the floor. His hand pressed into your upper mid back, making it hard for you to inhale. He nudged your legs open with his knees. You looked up at Bucky who was still on the sofa, legs apart, looking down at you and Steve as he pumped himself slowly at what was unfolding in front of him.

Steve's warm chest pressed against your back as he lay down on top or you. You could feel his hand cock down between your legs. You were wet with anticipation.

Steve's whole body pressed against you more as he entered you with a groan, his hands gripped your shoulders under him, his fingers digging into your skin.

Steve kept you pinned to the floor as he whispered dirty things into your ear between grunts as he bucked his hips, getting deeper every so often. 

Steve's forearm, slipped under your neck and he clamped down on top of as he came. He lay there for a moment, chest heaving in time with yours.

"Doll, come here" Steve helped you up and back over to Bucky. 

Bucky was slouched, practically his back on the sofa. His cock stood erected, his legs slightly parts. He lifted you up, letting you straddle his waist. He held your waist tightly as you wrapped your hand around his cock and guided yourself down onto it.

Bucky's hand ran up the back of your thighs, gripping the curve of your ass, as he worked with your hip movements and the thrusts of his hips. As your orgasm quickly coiled inside you, you hunched over Bucky, his mouth found one of your nipples. The feeling of his tongue rubbing over your nipple sent you over the edge. Bucky tightened his arms around you and came with a low growling moan.

"Guess we should get ready for dinner" Steve chuckled as he disappeared to his room with his discarded clothes in his arms.

***

Music hummed through the villa and you emerged from the bathroom in a steam cloud of Amber and Lavender. You disappeared into your room, leaving Steve and Bucky to fight over who would use the bathroom next.

Washed and dressed you finally started dinner swaying and humming along to the music that played, warm breeze pushing the smell of the food you were making through the villa and out.

"You need any help" Steve asked, appearing in the kitchen leaning up against the doorframe, looking very handsome. "Could you set the table please?" Steve nodded pushing off from the door frame.

Bucky appeared next to you, two bottles of wine in his hand from the cellar. Under the low hum of the music you could hear the sound of cutlery being placed on the table by Steve, Bucky could probably hear it too.

Bucky gently pressed against you as you thought over the wine options. "I'll have the white, you and Steve can have the red. You're both having meat" you explained. Bucky nodded and disappeared to add the wine to the table set up.

The music continued to hum lowly as you three ate. You sat back sipping your wine, admiring the differences between Steve and Bucky.

Steve had his short sleeve shirt done up, tucked into his slacks with a belt and his inside shoes on. His brown blonde hair styled perfectly with gel. He sat up straight at the table, slightly laughing at something Bucky had said. Probably an old memory they had shared. Bucky on the other hand sat slightly hunched, one elbow on the old wooden table surface, only his fork in his wrong hand. His hair was drying, but was swept up into a messy bun with one of your hair ties. The top three buttons of his short sleeve top were undone, it wasn't tucked into his slacks. He was bare foot. You rolled your ankle, you wished you were bare foot and not in heels. They weren't high, but still.

Bucky cleared the table and went to get the dessert. You rested your elbow on the table, and your chin on your upturned palm. Steve moved his chair closer to the edge of the table, where you sat. His leg met yours under the table. His hand brushed the side of your face, down your neck, over your shoulder and down your other arm. "Did I mention that you look beautiful"

You smirked, slightly blushing. "No, but thank you" you moved the wine glass out of the way to pull Steve into a kiss. You both separated at the sound of Bucky placing the bowl of dessert down on the table, noticing he already had a spoon in his mouth as he set down three stacked bowls.

Bucky served out the dessert, his own spoon still in his mouth. 

"Doll, what's in this?" Bucky asked, his spoon piled high as he stared into his bowl. You explained the ingredients, while Bucky nodded in amazement.

Bucky started to clear the table while you and Steve finished dessert.

Steve wiped his fingers around the inside his bowl getting every last drop. 

You slipped onto Steve's lap, licking some of the remains of the Berry stained cream of the dessert off his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers from your mouth, then drew your face closer to his.

Steve's cock strained against his pants as you both kissed. Your mouth relaxed, opening slightly, welcoming to deepen the kiss. He grunted as your hand smoothed down his chest and to his crotch.

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist from behind lifting you up away from Steve. Your back pressed against Bucky's chest, his vibranium arm held you fast around your waist as he leant back against the wooden dining room table. He softly kicked your legs apart, and his flesh hand started bunching up your dress at your hips. Steve stood in front of you. You reached towards him, your fingers finding his belt and started to undo it. You slipped your hand into his slacks, gripping his erection as his hands rubbed the tops of the sides of your thighs. His fingers hooked into the band of your underwear, working them down your legs. Steve removed your knickers, keeping your heels on.

Steve dropped his slacks and boxers, and moved closer to you, still being held in place by Bucky. When Steve lifted one of your legs up, you placed your hands on his shoulders and Bucky tucked the bunched up fabric of your dress between him and you, grabbing hold of your leg, his hot fingers gripped under the back of your knee.

Steve dipped two fingers into you briefly, then coated his cock with your arousal. As you pulled Steve closer for a kiss he lined his cock up with your entrance. He pushed into you with a grunt, filling you with one smooth roll of his hips.

Pulling out, he listened to your gasp and Bucky felt your shudder, and your hips instinctively rolled. Thrusting forcefully into you, your body rocked with and against Bucky's with every snap of Steve's hips. Your body vibrated with need, and it intensified more as Bucky's mouth found one side of your neck and Steve found the other.

You stiffened as your orgasm rolled through you, sound and breath caught in your throat, toes curled, fisting the shoulders of Steve's shirt. As your pussy clenched around his cock, Steve added to your climax as he buried himself deep inside you relentlessly. Bucky followed with his own orgasm moments later, his fingers digging into your thigh and behind your knee.

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The next day while Bucky was doing laps in the pool, and you laid out on your front asleep on the lounger by the pool Steve eyed the new hand shaped bruise on the back of your knee.

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[diazboys]

i like watching the days go by with you | 2k words | buddie | pre-relationship, domestic fluff | ao3

written for Eddie Diaz Week 2021 | Day 2: “This is nice.” + soft

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A quiet but persistent buzzing noise coming from somewhere behind his head is what startles Eddie awake. He peaks one eye open but his vision is still fuzzy from sleep so he almost knocks over the lamp as he tries to locate his phone. Eventually, he manages to silence the alarm. With a sigh, he falls back onto the pillow, blinking and waiting until he feels awake enough to roll out of bed. The curtains are slightly parted and the already bright L.A. sun is creeping up the floorboards, painting a narrow path across the bed and widening up on the wall behind Eddie. He smiles to himself. 

At the beginning of their group sleepover — or quarantine, if you wish — in Buck’s apartment Eddie made a small comment that getting blinded by the sun first thing in the morning wasn’t really his favourite thing to do. Since then, the curtains were kept shut every morning. Sometimes, when Eddie stirred awake as Buck was getting up, he saw his friend walk towards the window to peek outside. And every single time he parted the curtains just the tiniest bit, mindful of Eddie’s half-serious comment. The thoughtfulness made Eddie’s heart soar. 

This whole living at Buck’s place thing has been… interesting so far. The sleeping arrangements seemed like a challenge at first but they’ve dealt with it pretty quickly. On the first day when they showed up on Buck’s doorstep, he had an argument with Hen about giving her the bed. Unsurprisingly, Buck lost and Hen happily took the couch. Chim, only slightly less happily took the mattress they've placed downstairs. There was a perfectly good mattress waiting for Eddie in the loft as well. 

But the problem was that… he never really used it. That first night they were all tired after their shift, Chim and Hen already snoring quietly downstairs. Eddie moved over to the corner of the room, with every intention of crashing there for the night. But then Buck made a casual comment about the bed being big enough and that they could share if Eddie wanted.

And Eddie wanted. For a lot of reasons. Though the one that sounded the most reasonable at that moment was the fact that the bed was way more comfortable and required much less preparation than the mattress. And Eddie’s brain was too tired to tell him why sharing a bed with Buck was a dumb idea. ‘Having some kind of not-strictly-platonic feelings for Buck’ would definitely make it to the top of the list. But there was no list at the time, so Eddie just snuck under the covers on the left side of the bed that Buck left for him. They were both out within minutes. 

And then Eddie just… didn’t bother with the mattress. Even though — or maybe because — on that first morning he woke up well rested and content, with Buck’s arm thrown loosely across his waist. It was nice. It took all of Eddie’s willpower not to roll over, closer into the warm embrace. Neither he, nor Buck commented on it and they let it be. Eddie was more than sure that Hen and Chim noticed — they noticed everything — but except a curious glance or five every now and then, they didn’t say anything. They kept up the whole thing even when Hen decided to go back home to Karen and the kids. Chim took the couch instead, his mattress had been put away. And Eddie stayed in Buck’s bed.

So here Eddie is now, sprawled on said bed with a stupid smile on his face, staring at the curtains like it’s the best thing ever. It certainly is great and lets him wake up without feeling like someone’s flashing a torch into his eyes. But it’s not directly responsible for the stupid smile, he must admit. 

It takes him another minute before he finally wills his body to move. The right side of the bed is already vacant when he rolls over onto his stomach. He sends a glance downstairs. Buck is bustling around the kitchen, earphones in so he won’t disturb anyone. Eddie is pretty sure that he’s listening to this science slash comedy podcast he’s been obsessed with lately. He can’t really remember the name but he’s pretty sure there was a “fish” in it.

With one more content sigh, Eddie rolls out of bed and makes his way downstairs barefoot. As he walks closer, his brain recognises the scents coming from the kitchen. Coffee and something delicious that smells of tomatoes and fresh basil. His smile grows even bigger. He’s spent enough mornings here to hope that there’s a cup of freshly brewed coffee waiting for him as well.

Before Eddie can make a beeline for the coffee machine and check, Buck turns to take something from the kitchen island. His eyes skip to Eddie and his whole face lights up in a smile. Eddie’s breath hitches but he reciprocates the gesture. How can he not when Buck is looking like that, all happiness and soft curls? Eddie’s right hand twitches by his side. There’s a sudden need in him to run his fingers through Buck’s hair, to see if it’s as soft as it looks like. To stop himself from doing something stupid, Eddie grabs the barstool and sits down. He stuffs his hands under his tights, for good measure.

“Morning,” Buck greets, taking his earphones out and putting them in his pocket.

Before Eddie can say anything, a cup of coffee is placed right in front of him. He inhales the scent and lets out a happy little hum that makes Buck laugh.

“Hildy sends her regards,” Buck jokes, laughing even harder at the unimpressed look on Eddie’s face. 

Really, it’s about time Buck let that go. It wasn’t Eddie’s fault that he had been startled, hearing a strange voice saying “Hello, Eddie” as he walked into the kitchen that first morning. And he already apologised for the mug he dropped. To Buck’s credit, he did disable the voice greetings after that. Now the cursed machine was just… quietly lurking from its place on the counter.

“Thanks, Buck,” he says sincerely after all, deciding to ignore the comment. 

Buck only shrugs with a smile and turns back to whatever is sizzling on the pan. Eddie wraps his hands around the mug and takes a sip. Another content hum escapes his lips before he can stop it.

“This is nice,” Eddie says.

He’s not even sure what exactly he’s referring to. The coffee, the slow and calm atmosphere of the morning, the sight of Buck in a soft hoodie, pushing an omelette towards Eddie? The domesticity of it all that makes Eddie’s heart ache? It’s all of it and probably more. If only Christopher was around to join them in the kitchen right now, to ask for pancakes for breakfast and complain about his online classes or tell them about the dream he’s had. Then, Eddie would be completely and thoroughly happy. 

And this is a thought that both excites and terrifies him at the same time.

But it’s a bit less scary when Buck is standing right in front of him, his big arms resting against the counter as he leans forward. He’s looking at Eddie with those soft eyes and a beautiful smile on his lips. The only thing Eddie can do is to stare back and hope that his face is better at controlling his emotions than his heart is.

It would be so easy to just lean forward a little and—

“God, you two make me miss Maddie even more,” Chimney says from somewhere behind Eddie’s back.

His sudden appearance startles Eddie enough that he pushes a fork off the counter. It falls to the floor with a loud clatter and he quickly ducks to retrieve it.

“I’ll start giving you plastic utensils at some point, I swear,” Buck says, shaking his head at Eddie. His eyes are laughing, though, so Eddie knows he’s not being serious.

“Oh fuck off, I apologised for that mug already. And it was just a fork this time, don’t be dramatic,” Eddie rolls his eyes at him but he’s smiling as well. Then he turns and adds, “Morning, Chim.” 

Chimney is freshly showered and pours himself a cup of coffee. He’s also watching them with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile on his face. Eddie tries his best to ignore that, just like he ignored Chim’s comment. 

“Um, so,” Eddie starts, wanting to steer the conversation onto a different track. “What facts did they have today?” he asks, pointing his chin at Buck’s phone laying on the counter. Just like he expected, there’s a paused episode of that No Such Thing as a Fish podcast.

“Oh, did you know that there is a type of pasta that only 3 women in the world can make?” Buck’s eyes light up in excitement. “It’s some fancy one they make in Sardinia and it’s called threads of God. The recipe has been passed from mother to daughter for ages.”

“What if they run out of daughters and have a son?” Eddie asks.

“It’s fine, cause the recipe isn’t even secret or anything,” Buck says, pointing the spatula at him. “It’s just a pain in the ass to make. They’ve been trying to teach people how to do it but it’s just hard enough that most of them just give up.”

Chimney chuckles at that around a mouthful of omelette. "You should totally try. I wouldn't be surprised if you'd manage to do it, out of sheer stubbornness."

And Buck — both because he's interested and because he rarely steps down from a challenge — reaches for his phone and starts googling for the recipe and reads out whatever he finds.

It sounds really interesting. And not only because Eddie has a soft spot for Buck and the little tidbits of information he gathers and then excitedly shares with everyone who wants to listen. Eddie always does. Some people just shrug or roll their eyes at Buck, but Eddie really admires his interest, the childlike curiosity about the world that Buck has. There are so many things Eddie admires about him.

All things considered, Eddie shouldn’t be surprised that somewhere along the way he has fallen in love with his best friend.

It catches him a bit off guard, being able to put a name to the feeling that has been blooming in his heart for so long. But it doesn’t make him panic, at least no more than having feelings for his best friend already did. It’s more of a relief, really. It all makes sense now. 

Eddie doesn’t even realise that he’s been smiling and staring at the half-eaten omelette in front of him until his phone buzzes with a new text message. It shakes him out of his thoughts and he opens it to find a photo from Christopher.

"Everything okay, Eddie?" he hears Buck ask.

Raising his head, Eddie is met with a slightly worried gaze. He smiles, showing Buck the text he's just gotten.

"Yeah, Christopher's just complaining about his history assignment," he explains.

Buck chuckles at the photo of Chris' pouting face as he holds a history textbook and 'There's too many dates!' with a row of angry emojis written underneath. "We should FaceTime him later. I miss that little rascal."

Eddie doesn't point out that they've done that barely two days ago. Instead, his smile grows bigger as he agrees. He knows for a fact that Chris misses his Buck just as much and that the two of them have been texting a lot.

For some reason, Chimney sighs, rolls his eyes as Eddie glances at him, and leaves the kitchen with his coffee cup still in hand. Eddie's not sure what that was about. He doesn't have time to dwell on it though, because Buck drops on the barstool next to him with his own breakfast, their knees knocking together as he makes himself comfortable. Sipping the last of his coffee, Eddie bites the inside of his cheek to stop a smile.

He really could get used to spending all of his mornings like this.

[afictionalwhore]

Extra Spicy Curry

Vanderwood x MC/Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 2.1 k

A/N: This is extremely self-indulgent Vanderwood smutty mess. I have been simping for this man since 2016. Please, just give him a route already. In the meanwhile, enjoy some smut of our favorite secret agent daddy. 🥵

Disclaimer: I haven't played Another Story yet.

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In a miraculous change of events, Seven decided it would be safest for the girl to leave Rika’s apartment and stay with him while he worked on catching the hacker targeting the RFA. Vanderwood would be the last to admit that he was glad she came to stay with them. In the beginning, he was vehemently against the idea, fearing Seven had personal feelings for the girl. It was as if God and every other celestial being was making a joke of his life as Vanderwood was the one who ended up developing feelings for the girl. 

It started simply at first. She helped him keep the place clean and did the cooking. Lord knew Vanderwood needed the help. How Seven managed to dirty the place up so badly was beyond him. Her help freed up Vanderwood's time to babysit Seven, or attempt to get work for the agency done while Seven was distracted by the RFA. Personal feelings in his line of work was extremely dangerous. All his time with the agency, Vanderwood had been careful not to get involved with anyone. Vanderwood had enough self control to crush his feelings, hide them. Or he thought he did. 

The way she moved made him realize that she was fully aware of his feelings, and was teasing him, testing him. He felt his heart speed up whenever she bent over to pick up after the messy hacker, giving him a perfect view of that round ass. She would often bring him coffee, leaning over him, to make sure her chest pressed flush against his back, wearing the thinnest shirts so he could feel her perky nipples. Sometimes as she cooked, she would dance, swaying her hips right in his line of vision. 

She couldn’t deny her growing feelings for the secretive man. As soon as she met him, she was entranced by the cold agent. She had spent the same amount of time fantasizing about tangling her hands in those long, brown locks, pulling on them as he touched her in all the right places. She could feel the heat rising in her as she imagined his scarred and muscular body holding her flush against him. She made sure to carefully calculate her movements, knowing exactly what would give Vanderwood the most tempting view of her. It seemed like her hard work had paid off as rough leather gloves grabbed her waist as she danced in the kitchen while cooking dinner. Tonight was curry, extra spicy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Vanderwood’s low voice growled in her ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she gasped, her smirk and blush hidden from Vanderwood.

He leaned in to whisper to her. 

“I know what you’re up to. You think I don’t notice the way you move? The way you bend over, giving me the sweetest view of your ass? The way you press yourself against my back when handing me my coffee, instead you lean over me from behind to set on the desk instead of just handing it to me in front of me like a normal person? Or how about the way you dance, the way you dip and bend and sway? You drive me crazy.” He punctuated the last statement with a rock of his hips into hers, pulling a moan from her, before turning her around to face him.

A blush colored her cheeks. She was too flustered with their closeness to speak, his deep brown eyes seemed to pierce right to her soul. But Vanderwood didn’t give her the time to speak before he was kissing her greedily.

This is wrong, Vanderwood thought as he crashed his lips down on hers. I can’t have these feelings.

Despite whatever the highly-trained logical side of him said, he couldn’t deny that he had dreamt about this moment. He spent countless nights laying awake fantasizing about her. He dreamt of what her soft skin under his rough, calloused hands would feel like. He could have creamed himself imagining the pretty noises that would leave her pretty lips. Those lips he’d spent long nights dreaming about, thinking about those soft lips wrapped around his thick cock. He even dreamt of holding her in his strong arms after. 

He drank up her wet kisses as she reached to wrap her arms around his neck. He reached around to grab her ass, kneading the soft skin over her jeans. He pulled her in closer to him, and she moaned the feeling of his hardness against her.

A burning in her lungs caused her to pull away, gasping for air. For a few seconds, the world seemed to stand still as they gazed into each other's eyes, both pairs glassy with need. She nodded, and it didn’t take long for Vanderwood to lift her up into his strong arms, shrugging off his jacket before he carried her off to the spare room that unofficially became his own with how often he stayed to supervise Seven. They kissed along the way, hurriedly, sloppily, needily, bumping into walls. 

Finally, they made it to Vanderwood’s room. It was exactly as she would have expected: flawless, not a crumb or stray paper on his floor and not a wrinkle in the sheets of his perfectly made bed. He used her weight to close the door and slam her into it, lips never parting. As he held her against the door, he bucked his hips into her.

“Vandy!” she whined, breaking the kiss to tug at the hem of his deep purple v-neck, signaling for him to take it off.

He couldn’t stop the chuckle and smirk as he broke away to quickly remove the offending garment, tossing it to the side.

"These too," she pulled at his pants.

"Someone's needy," Vanderwood commented, his voice and eyes darkening in a way that made her pussy flutter and thighs squeeze together.

He complied, pulling off the leather. Once he was down to his black briefs, he faced her, stripping her bare with his eyes before laying a hand on her clothes.

"Strip," no hesitance in his low voice as Vanderwood commanded.

Her hands immediately pulled the hem of her own shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side to meet his own discarded clothes. She tugged her jeans down and stepped out of them, effectively bare save for the purple lace bra and matching panties.

“What a naughty girl,” Vanderwood comments, his voice heavy with lust as he drank in the sight of her. “Did you plan this?”

“Yea? So what if I did,” she smirked and gazed at him through her lashes. “What are you going to do about it?”

Vanderwood couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as he approached her. Once again, he lifted her up in his strong arms, only taking a few steps before tossing her onto his bed, crinkling the perfect sheets.

His lips attacked her neck, small sounds of pleasure hummed in her throat. He moved down, leaving purple marks in his wake. When he reached her chest, she lifted herself up to unhook her bra, throwing it out of their way. Her tits bounced with their release from their lacy prison.

He was mesmerized by her perfect breasts. Soaking the sight of them into his memory before diving down to greedily suck on one of her nipples. His hand reached up to pinch and flicker the other. The actions pulling soft sighs from her. 

Once he was satisfied, Vanderwood moved down to trail kissing along her stomach. When he reached her panties, he pulled them down, meeting slight resistance as they stuck to her already soaked core.

“You’re so cute, getting this wet already,” Vanderwood teased. He chuckled at the flush of her cheeks at his praise. “Baby, we just got started.”

With that, Vanderwood lifted himself off the bed and pulled her so her legs dangled off the edge. He hiked her legs on her shoulder as he crouched down to face her hot core.

“What a pretty pussy,” he cooed as he spread her folds apart. “Mind if I have a taste?”

She hummed her approval, and Vanderwood wasted no time. His long tongue flicked at her clit. He lapped at her soaked entrance, dipping his tongue in every so often, before moving back up to suckle at her clit. He slipped a long finger in her, causing her hands to dart into his hair. After a few pumps, he added another finger, curling the two against her gummy walls before dragging them out. The motion caused her to tug at his long locks, the roughness causing him to moan against her sensitive bud.

"God. You have such a pretty pussy," he moaned into her, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "Fucking delicious."

"Please," she begged, her orgasm creeping up on her. She was so close, just a few more thrusts of his fingers against her, a few more flicks of his tongue. Her thighs clenched around his head.

At this, Vanderwood pushed her legs back open and pulled away, effectively ruining her orgasm. 

"Please, what?" Vanderwood teased. His lips tugged into a smirk while her slick gleamed on his mouth and chin."You have to tell me what you want, babydoll."

"Oh just fuck me," the irration of her lost orgasm evident in her voice.

"Gladly." Vanderwood stood and backed away just enough to give him the room to remove his briefs.

With nothing separating them, Vanderwood lifted her legs up so her ankles rested on his shoulders. He rocked himself up against her pussy, dripping with her own arousal and his spit, his head grazing her clit, pulling another sweet moan from her lips. Her walls clenched around nothing as the heat radiating out of her core invited him in. She felt his tip at her entrance, the head of cock large enough to split her in two, and bucked her hips to pull him in. 

Vanderwood never thought she looked more beautiful as he pushed his thick cock into her hot cunny. She rolled her head back against mattress. She felt as though she were going to be split in half in the most delightful way. This was exponentially better than what either of them could have dreamed on those long nights alone fantasizing about each other. Vanderwood would take her warm, dripping pussy over his rough hand any day. Her fingers would never be able to replicate the feeling of Vanderwood's large tongue,  long fingers, and hot, thick cock.

Despite the romantic feelings that had developed between the two, there was nothing about this that could be called lovemaking. Everything about them screamed desperation. Her cries as he merciless pounded her, every grunt falling out of his mouth causing her to clench around him.

As if driven by instinct, Vanderwood lowered her legs in favor of folding them against her chest. The new position allowing him to reach even deeper within her. With every thrust, he reached her cervix. His eyes met hers as he looked down at her through his bangs that had fallen in his face.

"Oh god," she cried, as his cock dragged in and out of her tightness, hitting her sweet spot with each push and pull of his hips. "Oh Vandy, I'm so close." 

"Francis," he panted, sweat sticking his tousled hair to his pale skin. "Call me Francis."

"Francis?" she tested the name. It felt natural, right. "Francis!" 

Hearing her use his real name, the name he chose for himself, pushed him closer to falling off the edge into what he believed would be the blissful, intoxicating orgasm of his life.

"Fuck. Fuck," his thrusts grew more frantic, losing his rhythm as he pounded into her soft cervix. With a final, whispered "fuck", Vanderwood found himself coming undone. His grip on her legs would surely leave bruises in the morning as he snapped his hips against hers, his warm seed filled her to the brim.

Watching his face contort with absolute bliss and the feeling of his warm seed in her most intimate parts was all she needed to reach her own peak. With a cry of his name, her back arched deliciously off his bed as she gripped his sheets hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. 

They stayed like that for a moment, gazing at each other while climbing down from their highs and trying to catch their breaths. A small whine escaped her as Vanderwood finally pulled out his softened cock, white dripping out of her spent hole.

”Let me get you something to clean up," Vanderwood turned, but she had reached out to grab his wrist. 

"Stay," She whispered.

How could he deny her? It was as if God and every other celestial being had answered his unvoiced prayers. The mattress caved under Vanderwood's weight as he gently laid himself besider her, pulling her into him for her to nestle against his chest. She could have fallen asleep there, warm and safe in his arms. He could have just as easily fallen asleep holding her if it were for her harsh, sudden cry.

“Fuck!” she bolted up.

“Oh. Again?” Vanderwood joked, before noticing the look of fear in her face. “Hey. What’s wrong? Do you...” he was worried she regretted letting him finish inside, both of them fully aware of the consequences. 

“I forgot about dinner!” she jumped out his bed and ran out his door. “Shit shit shit!”

As she rounded the hallway corner, the sight in the kitchen caused her to come to a grinding halt. Vanderwood, who had been following closely behind, crashed into her. 

There stood Seven, with an apron tied around his waist, at the stove stirring the curry and dancing, humming along with the music she had left playing when Vanderwood whisked her away. Without turning to face them, Seven chuckled. 

“Next time you two decide to get your freak on, please turn off the stove. I don’t want my house burned down because you couldn’t keep in your pants like a couple of hormonal teenagers

“Now go get dressed; dinner’s done.”

[dontcare77ghj]

Teach me

Steve x reader x Wanda x Bucky

You'd all joined the Avengers at different points throughout the years. Steve had been the first, you'd come a few months later, then Wanda had joined and finally Bucky.

As you were part of the same team, you'd all been friends long before the prospect of a relationship. The four of you were too nervous to act on any feelings you shared, and it had driven the team crazy. It had driven the team so crazy that Natasha, Clint, and Tony had locked the four of you in a room and refused to let you out until you all admitted your feelings.

Two years down the track, the four of you were the most effective team this world had seen. Together, missions were easy. You did what you needed to in a quick and almost systematic way. 

As a quad, the four of you seemed to always be learning new things about each other. Even after years of being a team, friends, even after dating for two years. It appeared the surprises never ended.

"Am I allowed to move yet?" Wanda questioned Steve for the seventieth time.

"I'm almost done with the outline, Wand. Just a little longer, you look beautiful." Steve told her.

"Couldn't you just take a photo of her and work off that?" You asked, watching the scene from the sidelines. "Wanda looks like she's going to kill you."

"I could, but it wouldn't be the same." Steve shook his head. "Okay, I have an outline, you can move now, sweetheart," Steve told Wanda.

"Thank you." Wanda sighed. "Alright, I love you, but I'm going to lay down now. My back is killing me." She said, pressing a kiss to yours and Steve's cheeks.

"I still think you should have just taken a photo of her." You reiterated. "You never finish a painting in a day. You still have one you tried to do of the three of us that remains unfinished."

"I have to wait for the paint I want to arrive. There are certain colors I want to use, and I can't quite mix them." Steve told you as he got paint onto his palet. 

"But still, Steve, how do you remember all the details you need to?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side.

"Because he's a lovesick sap and stares at us too often," Bucky said, entering and sitting beside you.

"Look who's talking." Steve snickered, glancing up to see Bucky pull you onto his lap.

"I at least admit it," Bucky said, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"How hard is painting?" You asked Steve.

"Not very hard. It's all about the amount of patience and time you put into it." Steve told you. "Did you ever learn to paint?"

"No, I was homeschooled even before my mutation kicked in." You shrugged. "Art wasn't part of my father's curriculum."

"We're going to fix that," Steve said, pulling the canvas off the stand and replacing it. "Come here." Steve held his hand out for you. Climbing out of Bucky's lap, you walked over to the blonde. Steve positioned you in front of the blank canvas and put a brush in your hand. 

"What are we painting?" You quizzed Steve as he stood behind you.

"Whatever you want to paint," Steve said, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want. You just say it, and I'll help you." Steve promised.

"I want to paint Buck." You looked back at the blonde with a smile.

"Then, Bucky, you shall paint." He said, beginning to teach you to paint.

For the next two hours, Bucky remained still as Steve guided you in your attempt at painting. When your impromptu art class was done, you had a finished picture of Bucky. It wasn't great, it wasn't terrible either, but it meant something to you because it was something you did with Steve. It was something Steve had taught you.

Non-reader POV

"How's Pietro?" Steve asked Wanda after she hung up the phone. 

"He's doing well." Wanda smiled. "He's joined in some prank war that Clint started. He sounded very content with himself." She added, taking a seat next to Steve.

The quad had been on vacation for the past two weeks. The world had been quiet for the past few weeks. And as Tony pointed out, now was the perfect time to take that vacation, the four of you had been talking about.

Two weeks ago, the four of you had all packed a couple bags and taken Tony's jet to his house in Australia. A home he'd ever so graciously loaned to the four of you, provided you do him a favor one day in the future.

Pray to Thor Tony got drunk enough to forget all about the promise of a favor.

"They haven't burned down the tower, have they?" Steve asked her, worry coloring his tone. Clint and Pietro working together was not a good idea.

"Not yet," Wanda assured him. "Give them another week, and we'll revisit this conversation."

"Don't even joke about that." Steve chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"He's a good man even if he does act like a debil." She smiled, resting her head on Steve's broad shoulder.

"Debil?" Steve rose an eyebrow. "I don't think I know that one."

"It's like an idiot, but a step further." Wanda attempted to explain to him.

"Moron?" Steve offered.

"Yes. Moron." Wanda snapped her fingers. "Pietro can act like a moron, but he has a good heart."

"How do you say that? Good heart?" Steve questioned, turning towards her.

"Khorosheye serdtse." 

"Khorosheye serdtse,"  Steve repeated clumsily. "Khorosheye serdtse." He said again with much more clarity this time.

"Very good." Wanda smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"Could you teach me some more?" Steve asked her with an enthused grin.

"Of course," Wanda told him. The two sat on the couch for the next hour, Wanda patiently teaching an eager Steve her native language, until Y/N and Bucky arrived. 

"We're back!" Y/N said as she and Bucky entered the living room, arms laden with grocery bags.

"Dobro pozhalovat' domoy." Wanda and Steve greeted the two in unison.

"I didn't know you spoke Sokovian, Steve." Y/N commented as Wanda moved to help you and Buck.

"I didn't speak it until an hour ago," Steve said, kissing first Bucky and then you in greeting. "Wanda's been teaching me."

"Tell me, is Steve still a terrible student?" Bucky asked, causing Y/N and Wanda to giggle as Steve scowled.

"I was always a good student." He denied the brunette.

"Our French teacher wanted to wring your neck." Bucky deadpanned.

"He was a dick," Steve swore under his breath, but the other occupants of the room heard it, evident by their boisterous laughter.

"Anyway, what other sentences did you learn?" Y/N asked the blonde.

"Ya lyublyu vsekh vas," Steve said. "I love you all." He repeated in English.

"Love you too, sweetheart." Y/N said, kissing the man quickly.

"Love ya, ya punk," Bucky said, also kissing the man once Y/N had moved away.

"I think you'll have to teach me more Sokovian Wanda," Steve commented.

"I'll gladly teach you, Steve. Any time." Wanda responded with a smile.

"That smells really good," Wanda commented, entering the kitchen to see Bucky behind the stove. 

"Thank you," Bucky said, looking up at her entrance. "I picked it up while on the run." He mentioned, pushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

"You need to do the cooking more often," Wanda told him, sneaking a taste of the sauce.

"Germs, Wand," Bucky said, shooing her away from the stove. "Besides, if I did all the cooking, we wouldn't get to have your paprikash." 

"I'll teach you how to make paprikash if you teach me how to make whatever this is." Wanda bargained.

"It's chicken marsala," Bucky explained to her. "And you've got yourself a deal." He added, shaking her hand.

"Great." Wanda chirped, throwing her hair into a ponytail. "What can I do to help?"

"Can you use the mallet and flatten the chicken out?" Bucky asked her.

"Yes, chef," Wanda smirked, moving over to the board where the chicken breasts were waiting. "So who taught you how to make this?"

"I was bussing at a restaurant somewhere in Italy," Bucky told her. "I was friends with one of the chefs, and he would teach me some recipes after hours. This was one of the few things I was good at."

"I highly doubt you weren't able to master everything you were taught." Wanda rolled her eyes at his modesty.

"Seriously." Bucky nodded. "I almost burnt the kitchen down once. I spilled a bottle of liqueur near the flame and would've burnt the whole place down. If it weren't for the fact, there were fire extinguishers in every corner of that place."

"Maybe we should bring that idea back to the tower." Wanda giggled as she finished flattening out the chicken. "Okay, what next chef?"

"We get them in the pan," Bucky told her. "Bring the board over, and I'll show you the perfect way to get them cooked perfectly."

"Bold words." Y/N said as she and Steve entered the kitchen.

"Just you wait, kitten. You'll see." Bucky promised, smiling as the two sat at the island.

"How was your day?" Steve asked Wanda and Bucky.

"Surely much more relaxing than the two of yours," Wanda smirked. "How was the skype meeting?"

"Hell." Y/N groaned, resting her head on the marble. "It's such bullshit they called. We're on vacation." 

"I know, moy sladkiy." Wanda cooed. "If you want, I can tell Pietro to annoy them." She offered, turning the chicken as Bucky told her.

"Fury would kill him, doll," Bucky told the witch. 

"And Tony would glue his feet to the floor." Steve chuckled. 

"Dinner is almost ready." Bucky nodded, stepping away from Wanda to open the wine. "Y/N, could you grab plates and glasses? Steve, could you grab the cutlery?" Bucky asked.

"You got it." Y/N said, hopping off the stool.

Y/N and Steve set the table as Wanda and Bucky finished off the delicious-smelling meal.

"And we proudly present chicken marsala," Bucky said, dishing up each plate.

"This is delicious, you guys." Y/N moaned.

"And that is the highest compliment I need," Bucky said, cutting into his own meal. "What do you say, Wand?"

“It’s all I need.” Wanda smiled.

Reader POV

The four of you had returned home a month ago. You immediately wished you were back in Australia. It seemed as the world was on pause in Australia, but the second the four of you returned to New York, the world was playing again.

It had been back to back missions and meetings for the past month, and it was taking its toll on you. You felt drained. You felt tired, no matter the amount of caffeine you consumed. But you also felt too wired to even try to sleep.

You needed a break. You need five minutes for yourself.

It was 1:04 in the morning as you dragged yourself out of your shared bed. You grabbed the bag you left by the elevator doors and stepped in, rubbing your eyes before stretching.

"To the studio, please," You said, leaning against the wall.

"Of course." The Irish A.I. said before making the elevator move. You quickly made it to the studio and sat on the floor as you opened your bag. Pulling out your pointe shoes brought into you a feeling of nostalgia. 

It had been a while since you'd pulled them out of storage. 

The lacing of your pointe shoes and the stretches were ingrained into your bones. You were almost vibrating in joy as you tied the final lace. It was funny, you hated ballet when you were younger. Hated that you were pushed into it with no regard as to your own feelings. Yet now, it brought you joy. Brought you calm.

The world faded as you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play your playlist. You had finished your third routine when you heard slow clapping behind you. Looking up and into the mirrors, you saw Bucky standing behind you with a smile.

"Did I wake you?" You puffed out, spinning around to face him.

“Wasn’t sleeping anyway.” Bucky told you, stepping forward. “You were so into your dances, you didn’t even notice me standing there.”

“Sorry.” You muttered, looking down.

“Nothing to be sorry about, kitten.” Bucky said, raising your chin and kissing you softly. “You looked beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You responded, cheeks flushing redder than they already were.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance before.” Bucky stated. 

“You weren’t missing much.” You shrugged, moving for your water bottle. “I don’t do it as often as I’d like anyway.”

“Don’t say that, kitten. I think you’re really good.” He said, sitting next to you. “Do you think you could teach me a little?”

“Really?” You asked him in surprise. No one had ever wanted to dance with you.

“Really, really.” He smiled. 

“Okay.” You grinned. “Okay yeah. I can teach you whenever you want.”

“How about now?” Bucky suggested, standing and holding a hand out to you. You smiled widely and grabbed his hand and he twirled you into his arms. “See I already know a few tricks.”

“Guess an old dog can learn new tricks.” You teased him. “Let’s see if I can teach you a few more.” You added, leading him into the middle of the room.

Time flew by as you began to teach Bucky. The tricks started off easy but it turns out Bucky was a fast learner and an ambitious one. The sun was beginning to enter the room as you and Bucky tried a new lift (12 seconds).

“Please don’t drop me.” You laughed giddily.

“Never, Y/n.” He promised, gently lowering you down.

“Do we want to know how long you two have been in here?” Wanda asked, standing in the doorway, red robe tied tightly over her body. Steve stood beside her in his pajamas with a smile on his face.

“Probably not.” You nodded.

“You do know it’s six in the morning, right?” Steve asked the two of you. After the two of you shook your heads, he let out a sigh. “Come on, let’s get some breakfast. The two of you can show us what you’ve been up to after.”

“Sounds good to me.” Bucky said, grabbing your bag in one hand and your hand in the other.

The four of you had been together for years, and yet the four of you were constantly teaching each other new things.

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euphemism | Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: Blame @damerondjarin​ for supporting this when I was looking for 40′s/50′s sex euphemisms and we ended up laughing about the dumb ones!!

Rating: M

Warning: Naughty words. Sexual content. Oral (M and F receiving kind of). Quite a bit of weird euphemisms for sex and oral from the past that are real and can be found here and here.

Word count: 1,889, apparently!!

Summary: 6 Times Your Euphemisms Made Poe Almost Cry and One Time He Was Cool With It.

Tags: @dogsandrocketsocks @himbopoes​ @agentpike​ @greengrassandcyansea​ @arkofblake​ @bunkybarnesbxtch​ @itsamedeemoney​ (this is when you beg me to never tag you in anything ever again)

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You and Poe had been married for four beautiful, wonderful months now.

You were together for two years full of romance and amazing sex, and you were joining each other on yet another wonderful journey that somehow made the romance and sex even more fun.

He loved you so much.

He pretty much told you that every day; he’d be staring at you and say it in this wistful tone that either turned you on or made you cry depending on your mood.

“I love you so much,” he huffed as you leaned over the back of the couch to hug his shoulders.

“You want to boil my cabbage?” You pressed a kiss to his temple.

That wasn’t something he thought you’d ask with how cute you were being, but he was always happy to help you cook dinner and he turned his head to peck you on the lips then moved to his feet with a dramatic grunt at the movement.

He shuffled into the kitchen in search of the cabbage, looking high and low in the fridge and even bending over to peek behind the bottom shelf.

“Where’s the cabbage, baby?” He opened the crisper, but none of the vegetables in there seemed to be a head of cabbage.

“Not that kind of cabbage, Poe. This kind.” Your words were followed by a light thump.

Poe turned around with his mouth open to ask what you meant when his jaw dropped instead, finding that little thump had been your robe falling on the floor and you were now sitting on the counter with your legs open wide.

Were you referring to your pussy as...cabbage?

He was confused and a little frightened.

But he was also pretty sure you were asking for sex and he was perfectly willing to step between your legs with a grin even if your request was a little strange.

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Poe moaned, moving his fingertips up and down your back as you pressed the sweetest kisses to his neck. “That’s it, pretty girl…”

You kissed along his collarbone then down his chest, enjoying the access his nakedness offered on this early morning.

The muscles in his belly twitched at your tongue darting out on his skin, a little groan falling from his lips when you continued licking, kissing, and nipping down his belly right above where he really wanted your mouth.

Of course, you did not disappoint, kissing along his shaft, then running your tongue back up to his tip where you sucked on him gently.

“Mmm,” the vibration made him moan loudly as you took him as far in your mouth as you could without gagging and pulled back to stroke him slowly.

“You’re such a sweetheart…” His tug on your hair was gentle.

“My own pricknic.” You breathed softly over his tip, looking up at him.

“Oh, ye— wait, what?” His lustful eyes were open wide now at whatever the fuck you’d just said.

Pricknic?

Like the thing with the checkered blanket and the basket and the sandwiches, but with his cock put in there somewhere?

He might have asked you what drugs you’d taken or what alcohol you’d drank this early in the morning if your mouth taking in his cock again wasn’t that damn distracting.

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Whenever Poe decided to workout, it was half-actually needing to exercise and half-knowing you would stare at him with the horniest look in your eyes.

He always made sure to work up a sweat since he knew that was your favorite, grunting and groaning in the most obscene way he possibly could.

It was doing the trick as usual since you were sitting on the arm of the couch watching him do push-ups like you were watching some incredible show you refused to take your eyes off of.

He pretended he didn’t see you until he really wanted to be inside you, moving to his knees and letting out a little ‘whew’ as he grabbed his ice cold bottle of water to take a long, obvious sip that made his Adam's apple bob with each gulp.

“You need somethin’, sugar?” His tone would sound innocent if you were a total idiot who didn’t know him inside and out.

“How’d you like to exercise the ferret, too?” You purred, stroking his wet curls.

He was going to say that you didn’t own a ferret unless you’d bought one in the night and hidden it from him, but then something clicked.

This wasn’t the first time you had said something odd when you really meant sex and he supposed that exercise was a typical euphemism for sex and ferret kind of made sense in a totally creepy way what with the fur and teeth.

Now he really didn’t want to have sex the more he thought about his dick being a ferret.

The utter disappointment in his eyes almost made you feel guilty for saying it.

“Can you please just ask if I want to fuck you or something?”

“My mama taught me not to say that kind of word.”

“—you literally said it eight times when I was pounding you last week. See, pounding is a very, very sexy one. I would also accept ‘plowing’ as a way to ask for sex.”

“Plow me? Like I’m a field?”

He knew your offended look was fake since your lips were begging to laugh, but he still fell with his face nuzzled into your lap. “My penis is not a furry little tube thing with legs and sharp teeth.”

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“Fuck. Fuck.”

You were the hottest person on the planet.

How could Poe not think this as you sat with him in the backseat of the car, outside of the restaurant you’d finished dining at, giving him the best possible handjob ever?

He was thrusting up into your hand as he held onto the back of the seat, teeth bared with each growl and moan that you blissfully stroked out of him.

You always made it worth it when you’d tease him and you did tease him with your hand a little too high on his inner thigh.

On a double date, no less, where he had to pretend that he didn’t want to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you over a sink.

But, again, you made it entirely worth it by satisfying him with a semi-public handjob that would most definitely be repaid with some semi-public tongue in your pussy.

Speaking of tongues, you were shifting to kneel on the floor of the car and hovering your lips over his tip.

He really loved you.

“Want a little sucky-sucky?”

His animalistic posture dropped, staring at you then slowly pulling away from you.

“What are you doing?” You pouted, reaching out for him.

He shook his head and moved a little bit towards the door.

“Baby, stop, come here.”

“I am going to get out of this car and you are going to run me over with it for having to listen to you say that.”

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You felt a little guilty for all the times you’d kind of turned Poe off and lately all you had was nice, normal sex.

Well, the candle wax wasn’t really normal, but it was fun and it didn’t involve any of your weird euphemisms you’d dug up from the pits of hell themselves.

Poe really wasn’t mad about any of the silly things as much as he was a little grossed out by the things people would say to allude to the idea of having sex, and it was slightly hard to be turned on by a lot of them.

He was obviously still in love with you and happy to have sex with you, which was clear as he crawled into bed next to you and tossed your book aside to lay himself on top of you.

You moaned into his deep kiss, moving your fingers through his curls and gently scratching his scalp.

That was his absolute favorite and you were the best and—

“Are you ready to take a turn among the cabbage, my love?”

—you were a fucking monster is what you really were.

“What is it with you and the fucking cabbage?” He rolled off you and moved off the bed without another word, stepping into his boots.

“Where are you going?” You sat up on your elbows.

“I want kimchi now.”

“Ooh, I want bibimbap if you’re going anyway!”

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Poe was kind of starting to like it when you were too turned on to do much more than moan, cuss, whimper, and praise his skills.

He’d always liked it, but now it meant that you weren’t thinking about the weird things you could say to ruin the mood like usual.

Sometimes he wondered why you were doing this sort of thing to him.

Maybe you were joking around with him or maybe you were seeing his limits to being turned on considering that one time you jokingly mentioned biting his ass and he railed you there over the arm of the couch for it.

Not that it mattered right now, when he was peppering teasing kisses on your inner thighs right outside of the area where your hips were bucking in search of his tongue.

This was probably all another way to tease him since he always loved teasing you, and he decided to give you exactly what you wanted in hopes that you would start saying nicer things like ‘fuck’ and ‘blowjob’.

His tongue hardly dipped between your folds when you moaned out, “That’s right, yodel in my canyon of love.”

That was…

A lot of the sayings you chose were on the verge of gross, but this one matched with the little smirk his gaze landed on ruined the mood in a different way.

He pressed his face into your thigh and started laughing so hard that tears were falling from his eyes.

Your leg was shaking beneath his nose as you giggled along with him and, hell, maybe that was your goal all along.

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Poe was happy that the euphemisms finally seemed to slow down; you were apparently appeased by him finally laughing along with you rather than being creeped out.

It was all pretty funny now that he looked back on the stupid comments.

Now you were sitting on the couch together and he was stroking over your shoulder with his arm laying behind you, and the look in your eyes as you looked up at him was familiar.

Fuck, he loved when you looked at him like you could eat him up.

He leaned down to kiss you suggestively and you said against his lips, “I want to have a bit of cock.”

Then he yanked back out of instinct, his brow furrowed disappointedly. “Would you stop—”

He paused as the words processed in his mind and he thought them over a little.

Wait a minute…

“—that was actually hot.” He dove onto you to the sound of your delighted yelp, pushing you back on the couch as he kissed you passionately.

One of your hands went to stroke his cheek sweetly and the other tugged on his hair, smiling up at him when he pulled away.

“You meant a lot of cock, though, right? My dick is pretty damn big.”

“Yes, baby.”

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One Last Job [Two]

WORD COUNT: 2957 WARNINGS: Angsty, emotional, talk of a stalker CHAPTER SUMMARY: You try to get used to having a bodyguard, and a seemingly innocent act proves why you need one.

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PREVIOUS: CHAPTER ONE

You were up with the sun the next morning, foregoing the run/jog your trainer wanted you to do for a swim in the indoor heated pool. You waded into the water from the shallow end, taking a deep breath before ducking your head and swimming under the water. 

You lost count of how many laps you swam, and when your lungs and limbs were burning, you rolled to your back and floated. 

All you could think about, all that you’d thought about through your restless night was Bucky. Why, you didn’t have the slightest clue, but there was something about him you just couldn’t shake. He was attractive, that was for damn sure. But there was something else, something deeper … maybe even a little dark. 

Something you wanted to know more about. 

You ducked your head back under the water, swimming to the side of the pool. You got to the ladder and lifted your head, gasping as you gripped the ladder tightly. 

“Jesus, you scared me.”

Bucky smiled from where he was sitting, elbows on his thighs, hands clasped together. 

“I was making a round and thought I heard some splashing.”

You nodded. 

“I didn’t feel like running this morning.”

Bucky nodded, and for some reason, you kept talking, answering questions he didn’t verbally ask. 

“Ollie knows how to swim. He’s pretty good, but he also knows not to come down here without me or Clint or Natasha.”

Bucky nodded again. 

“That’s good.”

You went quiet, feeling suddenly self-conscious, despite the modest one-piece swimsuit you were wearing. Bucky cleared his throat and stood up, making you give a shaky breath when you saw the dark jeans encasing his thick thighs, the black t-shirt stretching around his muscular arms. He nodded back towards the bench he’d been sitting on. 

“I’ll give you a minute to dry off.” “Thanks. I was thinking about cooking some breakfast, if you’re interested?”

Bucky gave you one of those quirky half-smiles. 

“I never turn down food.”

You smiled and he walked away, and after getting a nice view of his backside, you ducked your head beneath the water again, sputtering as you came up, shaking your head and exhaling. 

You scrambled eggs and grated cheese into them, turning slices of bacon as you worked. Toast was in the toaster, and there were fresh oranges ready to be squeezed in the basket on the counter, which Steve was currently working on. Clint was standing by the coffee pot, a frown on his face and a mug in his hand at the ready. Bucky walked in when you set some bacon onto a plate and moved it to the center island, managing to grab one slice before glaring at Clint and Steve. You smiled at Bucky as you turned back to the stove. 

“You’ve got to be quick, or else you’ll lose a finger. But don’t worry. I’m planning on cooking at least a metric ton for Steve alone.”

Steve stepped over to you, a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice in his hands. He kissed your cheek, putting the pitcher beside the now-empty plate. 

“Are you sure you won’t marry me?”

You smiled. 

“Sorry, bud. My heart belongs to another, albeit smaller, man.”

Steve smiled, shaking his head as he crunched on a piece of bacon. Bucky swallowed as he watched the ease between you and Steve. Since he hadn’t had coffee, Clint wasn't coherent yet, and he purposefully wasn’t wearing his hearing aids so he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone. 

You turned to meet Bucky’s eyes, a soft smile on your pretty face. 

“Scrambled eggs okay?”

Bucky could only nod, and you carried a plate to him, setting it on a watermelon-shaped placemat in front of him. 

“Salt and pepper’s in the shaker there. Pepper grinder on the bottom, turn it over for salt. Butter’s in the dish there.”

He met your eyes and you smiled, color rising high on your cheeks. You went back to the stove, bringing another plate to the pineapple placemat beside Bucky’s. Another plate was placed on a placemat shaped like an orange, and the smallest plate was set on a lime wedge.

Bucky watched as you set a protein bar and a bottle of water on the counter by the door, taking a carton of yogurt from the fridge and grabbing a spoon before you hopped up onto the counter. You crossed your legs and dipped the spoon into the yogurt, and Bucky ducked his head as he studied the breakfast in front of him. 

A smile lit up your face when Ollie trudged into the kitchen, mouth open in a wide yawn. He walked over to you, putting his face at your stomach, and you smiled as you brushed your fingers through his hair. 

“Good morning, sunshine.”

He grunted at you, and you gave a quiet laugh as you bent to kiss the top of his head. 

“Your plate’s on the lime. Go eat before it gets cold.”

Ollie nodded, yawning again as he climbed up onto the barstool, propping one elbow on the table and resting his head in his hand. Clint shuffled over to sit beside him, second cup of coffee in one hand. Steve sat beside Bucky and started shoveling food into his mouth. 

And when Bucky looked your way again, he found your eyes on him. 

He watched your back straighten as the clicking of high heels could be heard coming down the hall. Ollie perked up, a smile coming to his lips. Bucky glanced over his shoulder and his eyes widened. 

Black stilettos, shapely legs, a tight black pencil skirt, a flowy white shirt, perfect crimson curls. Her lips were almost the same color as her hair, dark eyelashes hiding bright blue eyes that widened as she noticed the crowd in the kitchen. One perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. 

“My invitation to this party must have gotten lost.” “Auntie Tasha, these are Uncle Clint's friends. You know Steve, but this is Bucky. He’s going to Bancougar with Mom.”

Natasha slowly nodded. 

“It’s Vancouver, baby.”

Ollie nodded, whispering “Vancouver” under his breath. Natasha met your eyes, her eyebrow raising again. 

“So Vancouver’s still a go?”

You nodded, setting the yogurt you had barely touched onto the counter. Natasha made a humming noise, sighing as she looked to the clock, then back to the kid. 

“Eat your breakfast, buddy. We’ve got to go soon.”

Ollie nodded, digging into his breakfast. Natasha pulled her cell phone out of her bag and made her way to you, focusing on the screen, missing the way you pushed the yogurt behind you. 

Bucky saw it, though. 

Natasha shook her head, blowing out a breath. 

“I’m so sick of these stupid magazines. How many times can I say ‘no comment’ before they listen?” “I got an email from Jesse at the—“ “No.”

You blinked. 

“No?”

Natasha shook her head. 

“We’re not giving any interviews since whoever at the police station let the news leak about …”

You and Natasha glanced to Ollie, who was giving Steve a run for his money with how quickly he was eating. Natasha nodded, speaking softly. 

“You know. That’s all anyone will want to talk about, and the focus needs to be on the movie and your nominations.”

You nodded, looking down at your hands. Bucky glanced over at Steve when his foot was nudged, and Steve shook his head as he drank from his glass. Ollie wiped his mouth with a napkin and jumped down from his chair. 

“Done!” “Go brush your teeth and get dressed.”

You and Natasha had spoken at the same time, and Ollie giggled as he ran off down the hall. Natasha blew out a breath and shook her head as she walked towards the bottle of water and protein bar on the end of the counter. 

“Send him to the car when he’s ready. I don’t want to be late today.”

The clicking of her heels was all that could be heard, and you gave a shaky sigh as you slid off the countertop. You turned and put your hands on it, hanging your head. Clint slid off his chair and went to you, laying a hand on your back, murmuring softly. Steve tapped two fingers against Bucky’s wrist, and he stood up, following Steve out of the kitchen. 

When they were down the hall in a sitting room or something—Bucky didn’t know half the terminology for the hotel-like house—Bucky shook his head. 

“What the hell was that?”

Steve sighed. 

“That was Natasha.” “Why’d she talk to Y/N like she was something stuck on the bottom of her shoe?” “She didn’t mean it like that. Nat’s practically her boss, so—“ “No, they’re sisters. Sisters don’t talk like that to each other.” “It’s a different dynamic here, Buck.”

Bucky shook his head. 

“She shut her down like she was an annoying kid. Did you notice how Y/N hid her food when Natasha walked in?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed and he glanced towards the kitchen as Bucky shook his head again. 

“That’s not okay, Steve.” “It’s not our business, Buck.” “But—“ “Save it. You’re just here to be her bodyguard, remember?”

Bucky grit his teeth. 

“Don’t toss my words back at me, you son of a bitch.” “Hey! Don’t get mad at me.”

Bucky shook his head, turning and walking out of the room, back down the hall to the kitchen. He stood in the doorway and watched you, as you slid plates into soapy water and washed them by hand. After a few quiet moments, he spoke. 

“All this money and no dishwasher?”

You glanced over your shoulder and gave him a tight smile. 

“Keeps me grounded to wash the dishes myself.” “Need a hand?”

You shook your head, turning back around and scrubbing some more. Bucky pushed off from the wall he was leaning against, opening drawers until he found a dish towel. He took a plate from the drainer and dried it, moving to place it in the cabinet you’d gotten it from. 

You watched him as he did the rest of the dishes that way, and you gave a shaky breath when you let the soapy water drain from the sink. You washed your hands and noticed Bucky’s raised eyebrow when he saw how pink your hands and forearms were. You swallowed and stepped around him, and he gently took hold of your upper arm. 

“Is she always like that?”

You closed your eyes, but nodded. Your voice was barely a whisper. 

“She’s just trying to do what’s best for us.” “And that’s treating her money maker like garbage?”

You opened your eyes, meeting his. He let go of you, stepping back just enough to cross his arms over his chest and lean against the counter. You swallowed, speaking softly. 

“She’s good with numbers and schedules and things. When my career took off, Mom asked me to give her a place in my …” “Entourage?”

You nodded, and Bucky spoke, just as softly as you. 

“That doesn’t give her the right to treat you like this.”

Tears filled your eyes, and you bit your bottom lip as you looked towards the window over the sink. 

“Ollie loves her so much. And she’s so good to him. I can’t … She stood by me when I was pregnant and when he was a newborn. They have such a bond, and I can’t break that. No matter how she treats me.”

You sniffled, laying a hand against your stomach as you tried to step away. Bucky took hold of your arm again, his fingers gently brushing your elbow. 

“You didn’t finish your breakfast.”

Your eyes widened as you met his eyes and he lifted a shoulder. You gave a shaky breath as he gave your elbow a gentle squeeze. 

“Can you get me your flight information for next week? And a list of people you normally associate with in Vancouver?”

You nodded, and he held your eyes for a moment longer, then gave your elbow one more squeeze before he walked away. 

You paced your office as you flipped through the script you’d been sent, reading the lines out loud. You stopped when there was a knock on your door, and you smiled when Steve poked his head in. You lifted a hand and waved, and Steve smiled as he stepped in the room. 

“Am I interrupting?”

You shook your head, tossing the script on your desk. 

“I can use a break.”

Steve shut the door behind him, leaning against it as you went to sit in your desk chair. You met his eyes and smiled at him, speaking softly. 

“I like Bucky. He’s good.” “Told you.”

You laughed softly. 

“He’s very observant.”

Steve sighed, pushing off from the door. 

“Is she still riding you?”

You blew out a breath, leaning your head back. 

“She’s just trying to do what’s best for us.” “Y/N. Come on. It’s me.”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head. You pushed up from your chair, shaking your head as you started pacing the office. 

“I need to work. Now, more than ever. The nominations were nice, but I need to keep my face out there, keep the focus on me.” “Is that what she’s telling you?” “It’s what everyone is telling me.”

Steve just watched as you paced the floor, until you stopped and turned to face him. 

“And if I keep busy, I won’t be able to focus on how truly terrified I really am.”

Tears suddenly filled your eyes and Steve stepped forward, taking you in his arms. You clung to him, putting your face in his thick shoulder as he gently stroked your hair. 

“Easy. Take it easy, sweet girl.”

You shook your head, giving a shaky exhale. 

“I can’t sleep. I keep having these horrible dreams about someone breaking in and—“

You swallowed and Steve leaned his head against yours. 

“No one’s going to be breaking in, sweetheart. Not with all the reinforcements and bells and whistles Bucky’s added to this place.” “Really?” “Really. You and Ollie are just about the safest people on the planet right now.”

You put your face back in his shoulder and Steve smiled as he rubbed your back. You sighed as you stepped back from him, pushing a hand through your hair. You turned to look at the clock above your desk, then smiled at Steve. 

“Ollie will be home soon.” “Does he have any after-school activities?”

You nodded. 

“He does soccer and he wants to play baseball, he keeps telling me.”

You shook your head, and Steve smiled. 

“I’ll see if I can find a couple gloves, see what the kid’s made of.”

You rolled your eyes. 

“Go easy on my baby, Rogers.”

Steve laughed, the two of you turning as Ollie came running into your room. 

“Hey, Mama! Look what I found!”

The smile slid from your face when he held out the bouquet of blood red roses. Steve must have seen the color fade from your face, because he stealthily grabbed a tissue from the box on your desk and took the vase from Ollie as he spoke. 

“Where’d you find these, buddy?” “Outside by the gate. Did you know there’s a security guard out there now? He’s a big guy, told me his name was Dugan.”

Ollie shook his head as he walked to the chair you’d collapsed into. 

“What kind of a name is Dugan, Mom?” “It’s his last name, bud. He was in the Army with me and Bucky and your uncle.”

Ollie looked back to Steve, hazel eyes going wide. 

“You know him, Steve?” “I do. And he’s not as cool as he’s trying to make you think he is.”

Ollie giggled, and you lifted a shaking hand to brush over his head. He smiled at you, and Steve cleared his throat. 

“O-man, did you see anybody around these flowers?”

Ollie shook his head. 

“No, the flowers were just sitting by the gate. There wasn’t anybody around.”

Steve nodded, and you met his eyes. He smiled at you, motioning towards the door. 

“Come on, bud. Let’s go see what Uncle Clint’s up to.”

Ollie nodded, waving a hand behind him as he ran to Steve. 

“Bye, Mom!”

When the door clicked shut behind them, you leaned forward, putting your head in your hands. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door a second before Bucky walked in.

“Are you okay?” “They’re from him, aren’t they? The—the roses. He always sends roses.”

You stood up from your desk, walking around it and shaking your head. Bucky stepped in front of you, closing the door behind him, watching as you paced the room, wringing your hands. 

“Was there a card? Sometimes he sends a card. Sometimes it comes a few days later, in the mail.” “Y/N.”

You stopped, turning to face him. He gently tilted his head, and you felt your bottom lip tremble before you burst into tears. Bucky was in front of you before you could take in a breath, wrapping you into his arms. You clung to him, digging your fingers into his back and crying into his shoulder, shaking your head as you choked out the words. 

“I’m so scared. None of this matters, because he—“ “Shh, listen to me, listen. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Do you hear me?” “You can’t promise—“ “I can. I am doing everything in my power to keep you safe, and I’m not going to let him touch you.”

You put your face in Bucky’s shoulder, and he tightened his grip around you, gently rubbing a hand down your back.

NEXT: CHAPTER THREE

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Lumped Together (9-1-1 fic, Hen/Karen. Chim/Maddie, and Eddie/Buck)

As an apology for keeping her thoughts about medical school secret from her wife and partner, Hen takes them (and Maddie) out for lunch. With the promise that it would only be them. And for the most part it was. Until Buck and Eddie strode in with every intention of eating Takoyaki.

Just not with them.

Armed with new information, what's a girl to do? Hen spends the next day fighting back the natural instinct to tease her friends about the wonderful step they've taken together in their relationship. Can she make it home without saying anything? Or will she give in?

           Hen presses her cheek right against her wife’s, smile wide for the camera. She waits for the telltale click before dropping into a more natural expression, rolling her eyes. “Is this one to your liking?”

           Karen squints at her phone, the device a scant few inches away from her face. Hen swallows a comment about needing glasses with another Takoyaki and relaxes when she sees a nod of approval. “The lighting was better in that direction.”

           “That’s what I was trying to tell you, Karen,” Chimney says, dipping a small ball in soy sauce and biting into it. “Where you were trying earlier, the shadows covered too much of our faces.”

           Maddie snorts around her drink, “I didn’t realize you knew so much about photography, Chim.”

           “When half your life was spent on dating websites and apps, you learn how to take a good photo.” They laugh, at his joke and Maddie’s retaliation. She shoves him gently, stealing one of his Takoyaki balls and eating it. “Hey!”

           “Consider this my reward,” Maddie tells him, “for saving you from all those website and apps.” Chimney sighs, laying his arm behind her chair and finishing off his own ball.

           Hen mirrors Chimney’s move, Karen leaning into her loose embrace. “Y’know,” Karen says, “I’m glad we did this. When is it that we can enjoy a meal together that’s just us?”

           The bell above the front entrance rings, drawing Hen’s gaze. She recognizes the newest diners and immediately deflates. “Never,” she sighs, “Because some people have codependency issues.” Her comment confuses everyone, so she nods over where the familiar faces of her coworkers wait for a server to greet them.

           Chimney sees them first. “Maddie,” he hisses, squeezing her shoulder, “I thought you didn’t tell Buck where we were going.”

           Maddie’s frown worsens, brows furrowed. “I didn’t,” she says, “I swear.” At a more pointed stare from the rest of the table, Maddie continues. “He couldn’t have followed me – he said he had his own plans plus he knows how I feel about those tracking apps.”

           A server finally welcomes them into the restaurant and grabs two menus for the pair. Hen straightens in her seat, “Well, however they found us doesn’t matter. Because here they come…”

           They never do. Instead the server sits Eddie and Buck at a small table near the door, takes their drink orders and leaves them with the menus.

           “Are they… not joining us?” Karen asks.

           Chimney shrugs, “I guess they’re not.”

           The fog of bewilderment won’t fade, actually growing stronger as more time passes. More time where Buck and Eddie sit at their own little table. Absorbed in their own little world, Buck grinning dopily at his friend and offering his menu when Eddie wants to point and share a few opinions that make him chuckle. Like Buck isn’t going to order the same thing he always does when he eats here.

           “Excuse me,” their waiter interrupts, startling everyone, “how’s everyone doing. Did you enjoy your meal?” Hen glances at her plate and sees nothing. She must have eaten absentmindedly while watching their friends. They all voice non-committal agreement. “Good,” he says, smile tight while he gathers the plates, “I can bring you all the check now if you want –“

           “Actually,” Chimney interrupts, “Can I get another order of Ponzu I – I can still go for more. What about the rest of you?”

           “Chim, what are you –“ he kicks her under the table, silently pleading for Hen to play along. She does. “Right,” Hen says, rubbing her stomach, “I could go for another round of those Wasabi Takoyaki. Please!”

           He nods, “No problem.”

           When he disappears behind the kitchen doors, she kicks Chimney back doubly hard. His yelp was unsatisfying. “What was that for?” she asks, “Now we gotta pay for food we’re not going to eat!”

           “Sorry,” Chimney tells her, pouting, “I figured staying where we are is for the best. Leaving now might spook the horses, if you catch my drift.” Hen understood perfectly, making his overexaggerated head tilt in their direction unnecessary.

           “Please, they wouldn’t follow us out of the restaurant.” She turns to Maddie, in a more panicked tone. “They wouldn’t follow us out of the restaurant, right?”

           Maddie nearly chokes on her drink. “No, no! I doubt Buck would even notice we left – sometimes he and Eddie get so wrapped up in whatever they’re doing they become completely oblivious. One time I saved Buck’s apartment from burning down because he left the iron on one of his shirts. He forgot because Eddie texted him some video and he ended up watching that instead!”

           “Well then do we ask the waiter to wrap it up?” Karen asks, “Divide the leftovers and hope they don’t notice us?”

           Hen holds the power of final call, the other three looking at her. Waiting for a decision. She flits her gaze over at Buck and Eddie once more, catching Buck showing Eddie something on his phone quickly as a waitress walks over. By the time she slides a strand of hair behind her ear, the boys are ready to order. Strangely ignoring the telltale stance of a woman about to flirt.

           Their waiter returns with the second course, placing it on their table. “Will that be all?”

           She still has to decide. “For now, yes. Thank you.” When he leaves, Hen rubs a tired hand across her brow. “I guess we’re here until an escape route opens up.”

           “If that’s the case…” Karen snags a piece of Takoyaki and pops it into her mouth. She pauses, mid-chew, when confronted with Hen’s frown. “What? We’re paying for them anyway. Might as well enjoy them.”

           “I don’t see what’s wrong with that,” Chimney chuckles, following her lead. Even Maddie nibbles into a ball, and Hen’s exhaustion breaks with a smile.

           “Force my hands why don’t you.”

           Conversation continues between them, not the same as before. Stilted in parts when someone turned their heads and spied on Buck and Eddie. Breaking the natural flow of the story and reporting on what they saw. Karen saw Buck nearly spill his drink after Eddie said something, a blush evident on the younger boy’s face. Chimney caught Buck dragging the waitress over, gesturing at a now shy Eddie while he displayed his phone. With how she swiped across the screen, she must be looking at pictures. Of Christopher, as Buck finds every excuse to show Eddie’s son off. Maddie, in the middle of telling her own story, trailed off when she spied Eddie shoving a Takoyaki into Buck’s mouth and then wiping a sauce smear off with his napkin. Half a minute passed while she regained her senses, idling in uncertainty.

           Hen, though, saw the most damning evidence.

           Buck stands from the table, saying something. He drops his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and squeezed. Eddie wastes no time, nuzzling at Buck’s fingers and then placing a chaste, innocent kiss on the knuckles. Grinning, Buck practically skips towards the bathrooms.

           “Shit.” Hen startled the others at her table, but she didn’t care. She raises her arm searching for the waiter. “Shit, we need to get out of here.”

           “Hen, baby,” Karen says, “what’s the matter?”

           Hen finally sees their waiter and gestures him over. “The problem,” she says, grimacing, “is we’ve stumbled onto their date – Hi! We’re ready to go.”

           The waiter blinks at her, the sudden onslaught of false cheer rattling him. “Uh, sure,” he says, fumbling for their check, “I’ll leave this with –“

           “Card,” Hen hands her credit card over, “Please, as quick as you can.” He nods, spinning on his heel and scurrying to the register. “Now,” she continues, slipping into her jacket, “we need to move fast. Chim, do you have a hat you can wear?”

           “Hold on,” Maddie stops her, grabbing for her wrist, “you still haven’t explained – who’s on a date?”

           “Buck and Eddie are.” Her face drops into objection, readying a discussion they cannot get into now. “Think about it,” Hen insists, meeting each of their stares, “think about how they’ve been acting the entire time they’ve been here.”

           Chimney immediately switches sides. “Oh my God, they’re on a date!”

           Then Maddie. “I can’t believe we’ve been spying on them this whole time!”

           “Exactly,” Hen says, tying her scarf over her head in a hurried manner, “Which is why the sooner we get out of here the better!” She motions for her wife, “Karen, I’m going to give you my glasses, you give me the shades you packed away in your purse.”

           “Wait a minute,” she slaps Hen’s hand, “I’m still… how is this surprising? Haven’t they been a couple this whole time?”

           “Buck? And Eddie?” Chimney asks, tugging his hoodie on overhead, “What gave you that idea?”

           Karen gestures at the other table, “Them.” Then at the three surrounding them. “You all… from how you talk about them –“

           “I mean, they were always pretty close for friends?” Maddie winces, squeezing a too-tight hair-tie over part of her hair for a loose curtain of a pigtail. “I’d tease Buck about him having a crush, but I figured it was one of those weird brothers-in-arms things.”

           “More like lovers in arms,” Chimney chuckles, trailing off when his flat joke turns up nothing but glares. “Yeah, I regretted saying it, too.” He squeezes the hoodie’s strings and half his face disappears behind a puckered hole.

           Karen quirks her lips, glancing at Hen again. “Whenever we talked about your co-workers, you lumped the two together. The fact that I almost always see them with Christopher…”

           Hen rubs a hand on her shoulder, “I did that because they were the only ones who weren’t paired off. I didn’t realize they had paired off… together?” Although she should have. Hen might have better radar for when a woman finds another woman attractive, but the looks are all the same. Reflecting on past memories there were so many moments where she wrote subtle hints and clues off as less than what they were. What they are. What they’ve always been?

           “Excuse me?” the waiter draws Hen’s attention from her thoughts. He hands back her card, a slip of a receipt, and a pen. “Thank you for dining with us today.”

           “Thanks for the meal.” Hen dashes a harried signature and hefty tip, standing. She hands her glasses off to Karen, “Can I have your -?”

           “Here you go.” Karen switches for Hen’s glasses, putting them on her face. She scowls, shaking her head. “When did you get a new prescription?”

           Hen slides the sunglasses over her eyes and grabs for Karen’s hands. “Close your eyes if it hurts, I’ll lead us out.” Although without glasses, Hen doesn’t trust her judgment much. Which is why she allows Maddie and Chimney the lead, trailing behind closely. She has Karen’s hand trapped in the crook of her arm, shielding her wife from Eddie. Luckily the other man seems absorbed in his phone waiting for Buck, the younger boy dawdling in the bathroom. They reach the exit and, like Orpheus, Hen looks behind.

           Buck returned, and she can see the joy in full bloom on Eddie’s face. Especially when Buck laces their fingers together on the table.

           Fearing recognition, Hen leaves the restaurant and joins Chimney and Maddie on the sidewalk, Karen at her side. They put some distance between them and the restaurant. Under the tall, red archway they rearrange themselves into something more presentable than their disguises.

           “Not how I was expecting this lunch to end,” Maddie says, staring at the restaurant. “I can’t believe Buck had a date with Eddie today and didn’t tell me.”

           Chimney scoffs, playing with his now uneven strings of his hoodie. “I can’t believe our luck that it was in the same place we were at for lunch.”

           “If this is as new as you think it is,” Karen says, hand still curled around Hen’s arm, “then maybe he was nervous. Maybe they both were. And they’d rather test the waters before taking as big a risk as telling anyone.” She smirks, gaze darting between Chimney and Hen. “Plus, I think they’d prefer at least some time with this before you tease them.”

           Hen huffs. “After all the trouble we went through to not be recognized… why would we blow it on a few jokes.”

                                              ------------------------

           She really felt tempted to blow their cover with a few jokes. Walking into the station on the next day, Hen nearly slapped Eddie on the back and congratulated him for making an honest man out of their firehouse golden retriever. Instead she grunted a quick greeting and hurried into the locker rooms where Chimney waited for her.

           “This is going to be hard,” she mutters, shrugging off her jacket.

           He nods, slipping his t-shirt overhead. “I had to stop Maddie from texting him at least three different times last night. Instead she called Josh and I had to be an unwilling party to their gossip.”

           “Unwilling?” she scoffs, “As if you weren’t making a timeline.”

           Chimney shoves her, closing his locker door and leaving. Hen left soon after and immediately slammed into a passing Buck. Eddie, at his side, catches the younger man. She notices his hands land on Buck’s hips, quickly sliding up to his waist and then off like he was scolded.

           “You okay there Hen?” Buck asks, stepping out of Eddie’s aborted embrace, “I didn’t hit into you too hard?”

           Hen forces a tight smile onto her face, walking away. “Like knocking into a pillow,” she says, “just watch where you go next time, Buck!”

           “You weren't watching either…”

           She hurries up the steps and finds Chimney again. Hen leans close and whispers, “Very hard.”

           Chimney snorts and rolls his eyes, choosing an answer of silence. His response catches Bobby’s attention, however, and he raises a brow at the pair. “Is everything all right with you two?”

           Hen sighs, rubbing her jaw. “No complaints here, Bobby.”

           Bobby looks unconvinced but doesn’t press further. Instead he jerks a thumb at the refrigerator, “Help me throw together a quick breakfast?” The alarms flare and unfortunately shatters those plans. “Never mind,” Bobby say, running off, “we’ll eat later!”

           Emergencies should not inspire such gratefulness. Hen cannot stop feeling appreciative for the consecutive calls, though, lessening the amount of downtime in the station where she was liable of saying anything. She didn’t have to think about Buck and Eddie as a couple when on the job. They were her teammates. They were running into danger. They were dating, but that wasn’t important then. All that mattered was hers, theirs, and everyone else’s safety.

           Except danger can only distract for so long. The city began winding down. Their last assignment had them rushing onto the scene where a woman, thrown from a truck, ended up stuck in wire fencing. Her and Chimney drove the poor victim to the hospital with most of the fence still embedded in her, too close to vital organs. Instead of risking shredding them they clotted the leaks as best they could and left her in the capable hands of the doctors. Leaving them with a leisurely drive back.

           They park the ambulance between their firetrucks and wandered towards the common area. Hen spots Buck and Eddie sitting comfortably close, Buck practically resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder. When they see Chimney and Hen, Buck scoots a few inches away.

           Subtle. How was it never obvious?

           “Everything go smoothly during transport?” Eddie asks after they sit across from them, at a distance normal for friends.

           Hen and Chimney share a look. “She didn’t lose any more blood during the ride over,” he says, “so I’m betting she’s fine.”

           “Hope so,” Buck says, wincing in sympathy. “Poor lady kept going on about how she was supposed to get married in a few days… it’d suck if she had to reschedule because of this. I know I would hate to ruin an important date like that.”

           She bites her lip, dams up the rushing waters of sarcasm rushing in. Quells the urge to laugh and buries any retort deep in her stomach where she can vomit it up later in the safety of her home. Where Karen can help comfort her though the sickening ordeal of suffering with wasted teasing.

           As if sensing her woes, Hen’s phone vibrates in her pocket. She relaxes at the notification for Karen’s message. Almost forgot about sending this alongside a kissy-face emoji and a heart. Makes hers skip a beat.

           “What is it Hen?” Buck asks.

           “Text from Karen,” she tells the group, opening it. “I think it’s supposed to be a picture…” Hen trails off, recognizing the photo from yesterday. Staring at it brings up the scene in her mind, especially the boys a few tables away unknowingly being watched by the four happy faces in the photo.

           “A photo?” Buck continues, unaware of her inner turmoil, “what of? Ooh… is it naughty?” He snickers, gladly accepting the elbow blow from Eddie, retaliating by pressing his entire weight onto his side.

           Chimney’s gaze darts from the photo to Hen, frowning. “Hen, don’t…”

           She breaks.

           “Actually,” Hen says, “it’s a photo from yesterday. Me and Karen, Chim and Maddie… we all went out for lunch.”

           “What?” Buck turns on Chimney, “Maddie said you two were going on a date!” Too caught up in the betrayal, he keeps his hand glued to Eddie’s knee.

           Chimney shifts uncomfortably, squeezing his hands together. “We technically were… a double date.”

           “At that place we’ve been to. The one Chim loves,” Hen shows the others Karen’s picture, watching them. “Takoyaki? It was part date, part apology to Karen and Chimney. All my treat.” At the mention of their cuisine, the color drained from both men’s faces. Eddie swallowed exaggeratedly while Buck finally realized his position. He furthered the divide between him and Eddie.

           “Takoyaki?” Eddie asks, “Yesterday? Did you guys… enjoy it?”

           “It was interesting…” Hen smirks, leaning back in her seat. She leaves her answer dangling in front of them, pulling up Instagram on sliding different filters over the photo.

           Buck snaps, “Interesting good or interesting like you saw something?”

           Hen savors every second in an effort of making up for wasted potential earlier. “I think we did see something, right Chim?” she looks over at him, ignoring his shaking head. “What was it? Oh, yeah… this one man came in and ordered every single item off the menu, and then couldn’t even eat any of it he was crying so badly.”

           “What?”

           “What?”

           “What?” Chimney winces at her harried glare, “I mean… thanks, I almost blocked that from my memory. As if the… the nightmares weren’t bad enough?”

           “Crying?” Eddie asks, squinting, “What the… why was he crying?”

           “Well, he was with this woman – she was his therapist. And apparently, he has this fear of balls. So in some weird exposure therapy thing she made him go to the Takoyaki place as the first step. She explained this all in an apology after he caused this huge scene.” Hen snickers at the scenario she pulled straight from her ass. The others believe it, and she sees both of them relax slightly. “I felt really bad about laughing, but at least I was able to wait until after the therapist paid and left with him.”

           “Because slightly rude is better than fully rude,” Chimney mutters. Hen kicks him, accepting the retaliation with a smile.

           “Do you think that would be a good caption?” she shows them her phone again, Instagram active, the space where the caption goes blank. “We aren’t afraid of any balls #brave?”

           Buck chuckles, rocking in his seat. “How about – LA’s best and brightest, brave enough to put out fires and eat delicious balls?”

           “Or,” Eddie frowns at them, “leave the poor man alone and say – Good food, good friends #Takoyaki.”

           Pouting, Buck bats his eyes at Eddie. “You sound like such a grandpa. Stop reminding us why you barely use social media.”

           “Oh! I just got a good one!” Hen says, preemptively defusing the fight in its early stages by standing. She waits until all attention is on her, and then she continues. “I’ll write – The calm before the storm #whenyoufindoutyourcoworkersaredating. And I’ll tag all of us and you two, okay?”

           Hen barely resists the urge to snap a photo. Buck and Eddie gape at her, mouths wide in disbelief. Stunned into silence and inaction. She hears Chimney mutter under his breath as he leaves them.

           “Uh, that’s uh… that’s a pretty long hashtag,” Eddie says, glancing at Buck and hiding his hands under his thighs. “And, well the whole thing kinda…”

           “It doesn’t make any sense!” Buck blurts out with a strange laugh, “Like, why would you tag us? We weren’t there and… and dating? That’s uh – that’s… what makes you say that?”

           “Because we saw you two,” Hen shrugs, pocketing her phone. She lays a hand on both their shoulders, smiling. “And you’re both adorable. For dating and trying to hide it.”

           Eddie’s face scrunches at the accusation. “We were that bad?”

           “Once we found out the context, it became obvious.” She nods, letting go of them. “Congratulations you crazy kids. We all couldn’t be happier. Well, maybe if you told us?” Nothing left to say, Hen leaves them be. Trails up the stairs after Chimney and finds him sulking by the sink. Hen leans on the counter nearby. “I know, I’m awful.”

           “Was it really that hard doing nothing?” he asks.

           “In a moment of weakness, I couldn't take the pressure.” When his judgmental expression remains, she groans and softly taps his arm. “Come on, if Maddie had sent you the picture you would have done something similar if not the same.”

           “No I wouldn’t –“

           “Even you can admit not saying anything was torture!”

           Bobby shuffles towards them, sipping at his coffee. “What was torture?”

           Despite Chimney’s best efforts, he cannot stop Hen. She tells their captain, “Knowing about Buck and Eddie dating but not being able to say anything.”

           He tilts his head, glancing between the two. “Buck and Eddie are dating?”

           Hen winces, realizing her error. “Or, they were on a date? I mean we only found out about it yesterday, so we’ve been sitting on it for a day?”

           Bobby nods, draining the rest of his coffee. He steps between Hen and Chimney and drops it in the sink. Then he strides over to the railing and yells, “Buckley! Diaz! Can I see you two for a moment?” They climb the stairs, glancing between an impassive Bobby and a regretful Hen and Chimney. Bobby points in the direction of his unused office and trails behind them as they go.

           Now she feels bad.

           Chimney clears his throat. “Was it worth it?”

           She rubs at her eyes, groaning. “I really put my foot in it, didn’t I?”

           “Well I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Chimney chuckles, “but if Karen –“

           “Don’t you dare tell Karen.”

           “But I must. Otherwise how will you ever receive the correct punishment?”

           “I can handle that, too.” Hen already has an idea. She waits for them outside Bobby’s office, listening as he discusses the interpersonal relationship rules of the LAFD. About the many different forms they need to fill out and how dangerous it would have been if they carried on with a secret relationship while working together. How, at best, they work at different fire houses and worse case they lose their jobs. An hour later they leave with a healthy stack split between them held together by thin paper clips.

           Hen drags them into another aside, apologizing for telling Bobby. “I wasn’t thinking – I was talking to Chim and then he comes up and –“

           “Hen, it’s okay,” Eddie says, smiling, “we’re not mad about that. We figured Bobby oughta know about us and… well, it’s not like we figured we had a lot of time after you pulled the rug from under us. If we were as obvious as you said…”

           “Bobby even said he thought there was something going on.” Buck shrugs, a hand latched onto Eddie’s neck. Massaging it. “Actually, he said Athena thought she saw something at May’s graduation party.”

           “Which was impossible because we didn’t even think of each other like that then.”

           “Speak for yourself,” he laughs, “I think that’s when I put it all together…”

           Hen breathes easier, chuckling alongside him. “Well, if you’re all good –“

           “You’re not getting out of this that easily,” Buck smirks, cutting her off, “we’re not mad about the Bobby thing. The whole teasing us and making up that fake story about the balls guy… you still gotta pay for that.”

           She nods, crossing her arms. “I figured,” Hen sighs, “Which is why I had this idea… group date. Me and Karen, Chim and Maddie, you two – hell, we’ll even throw in Athena and Bobby. And your choice, my…” the words pain her, throat closing around it so tight she forces it out and scrapes the lining, “treat.”

           Apology accepted, Buck and Eddie leave her for the thrilling excitement of bureaucratic paperwork. Hen trudges towards the tables and collapses onto the first available seat. She runs her hands over her hair, back and forth, until the exhaustion seeps away into a bearable tiredness. Then she musters up the strength needed for telling her wife.

           There’s a message already waiting for her when she checks her phone. Blue light blinking ominously.

           You’re on the couch tonight.

           “…Chimney.”

[a-spectacle-in-the-morning]

“Macallan Isn’t Cheap, You Know” -- Rafael Barba

Notes: I wanted to give writing for Rafael another go. He makes me so nervous though, man. Fingers crossed with this one.

Kind of Summary: You’re a detective with the SVU that gets a little too drunk and winds up at Barba’s place. Sarcasm and sweetness ensue. ALSO there’s some very brief mentions of sexual assault and murder below that goes along with a case, so just be cautious if that kind of stuff makes you uncomfortable. 

--

Tomorrow you will probably wake with bruised knuckles, but tonight it seems worth it. That’s what your drunk brain keeps telling you. It’ll be worth it. It’ll be worth it. Don’t worry. This is a good idea. Ow.

You’ve been knocking on his door for at least several seconds. It’s only two in the morning; there’s no way he’s asleep. You hear the lock click and brace for impact.

“What are you doing here... and how did you get through the front door?”

Fair enough.

“I have a badge and I’m very convincing. And I need to talk to you,” you can’t seem to stop your mouth. “You own pajamas?” 

Barba just stands in his doorframe looking at you. “Of course I own pajamas. Did you think I slept in dress pants?”

You look down to the floor as you ponder your own question. “I guess?”

When you look back up to Barba’s face you see a glint of laughter flash in his eyes. “So, back to my earlier question- what are you doing here?” And when you can’t form a rational answer he continues, “Are you okay?”

You reach over to his doorframe and run your fingers down the wood. “Can I come in?”

He sighs, but steps back holding the door open for you. 

As you step inside your remaining functioning senses are overwhelmed. The living room is wide and minimalist. There’s a coffee table, a grey loveseat, and a wide window that opens the space up to the lights of the city. It all smells of dark roast coffee and oak. It’s beautiful and very, very Barba.

“Of course your apartment looks like this.” You can feel his gaze on your back as you slowly make your way across the wood floors.

“I’m going to choose to take that as a compliment.”

You start to meander in circles.

“How did you get my address, by the way?” You can tell Barba is trying to piece together what you’re doing at his place without bringing up the fact that you’re clearly inebriated. It’s kind of sweet. You turn to face him, a solid five feet between you two, and catch him taking a sip of coffee from a mug you didn’t notice him holding earlier. You aren’t surprised at all to discover he’d be brewing it so late. 

“I asked Liv and she gave it to me right away. She must reeaallllyyyy want you to get laid.”

Barba chokes on his mouthful of coffee as you finish the last word . He sets his cup on the nearest surface and rubs a hand at his chest. “Is that so?” he croaks.

“Mhm.” You do a full 180 turn, extending your arms. The little semi-sober part of your brain begs you to stop. You’re in Barba’s apartment. He’s being kind and you’re acting like an idiot. But also, you feel like a helicopter. 

When you stop you say, “Sorry. That’s not what I’m here for.”

“That’s good because that’s not going to happen tonight.”

You tilt your head and smile, pointing a finger at him. “Not tonight, huh? Maybe some other night, though?”

“Sit down. I’m going to get you some water.”

You follow his command and flop onto his expensive looking couch saying, “Yes sir.”

Barba stops in his path to the kitchen, shakes his head, and you’re pretty sure you catch him muttering something expletive as he starts moving again. 

The lights out the window to your left are fuzzy and breathtaking. You pull your legs up and wrap your arms around them, still looking out to the city. 

“Here.” Barba gently places his left hand on your shoulder and offers you the glass of water with his right. 

You accept it with a quiet thank you. The couch is big enough that you can squish up into one corner as Barba sits on the other end without touching. An unknowable amount of time passes as you sit sipping your water. You fall in love with the cool feeling of it on your tongue and you fall in love with Barba and the way he patiently watches you. Then you fall out of love again. By the time the glass is empty your feelings for him are somewhere in the middle, and you know you’ll have to process that in the morning. 

“I’m sorry,” you say as you set your glass on the coffee table. “Sorry for just barging in. It was unprofessional.”

You can’t make out his expression as the lights behind his head surround him in a dull sort of halo. 

“Good thing we aren’t at work then,” he offers.

You untuck your legs and let them fall off of the couch. Best to be sitting like an adult for a serious conversation. 

“I uh,” you try to choose the right words, but they keep slipping around in your head, “I waited for you.”

Barba’s countenance is still unreadable in the darkness, but what you just said makes his face scrunch so much you can see the lines on his forehead from your side of the sofa. “Did I miss something? I don’t remember making any plans.”

“No, we didn’t- there weren’t plans. I just went to Forlini’s tonight and I waited for you to show up. I wanted that drink that you promised me a couple weeks ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to text you. I kept typing it up and deleting it.”

“As you ordered drinks anyways?”

“Yes, jackass, as I ordered drinks anyways. We both had another shitty day so I hoped that you would be there. I waited for an hour.”

“I’m sorry. Today’s shitty day left me with lots of paperwork. I wanted to finish it as soon as possible, which meant no drinks for me.”

“You owe me fifty bucks.”

“Fifty bucks?”

“Yeah. Macallan isn’t cheap, you know.”

Barba lets out a huff and stands, picking up your glass as he makes his way back to the kitchen. “I do know.”

When he returns, but stops to stand near you as you bounce your feet, you ask, “Do you mind if I stay over? Couch of course. And I'll be gone before you wake up.”

The case you two just finished had involved a girl walking alone late at night. You were confident in your abilities to make it home, but sometimes things got to you anyways. With this case it was the image of the twenty-two year old girl thinking she could handle herself too, only to get raped and murdered on her way to a friend's house after dark.

“I can give you a ride home if you want,” Barba says, probably picking up on the source of your anxiety.

“Don’t want me to stay?”

“That’s not what I said. I want you to be comfortable. If that means a late night road trip, so be it.”

“Hm.” You stand to be equal with him. The tables have turned, and his face is now lit by the blues and yellows of the buildings behind you. You’re happy to think that he can’t see the tender and open look on your own. “I think I’ll be okay here, but thanks for the offer. You’re a real sweetheart under all that ego.”

“Alright, that’s it. Bed time.”

You laugh and instinctively follow him as he leads you further into his apartment. By the time you realize where he’s taking you he’s already flipped the lights to his bedroom on and started folding the covers down. 

“I’m perfectly happy on the couch. Promise. Please don’t make me feel like even more of an asshole by taking your stupidly large and soft looking bed from you.”

He walks back to where you’re stuck by the entryway and stops in front of you. “I’m not going to get any sleep tonight anyways. One of us should get to enjoy it.”

“Not planning on joining me, Counselor?” 

Oh my God. I’m never drinking again, you think.

But Barba just rolls his eyes and moves to return to his office. You catch his hand as he steps past you. Before he can say anything you press a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks.”

You can’t read the look on his face and you aren’t sure if it’s because of the booze or the fact that five thousand emotions seem to be racing behind his eyes. You shrug and make your way over to his bed, flipping and falling into it so you’re laying on your back. 

He switches the light off with the smallest “goodnight” you’ve ever heard.

“Goodnight Rafael.”

And you swear as you slip off to sleep that you see Barba fail to hold back a smile as he shuts the door.

--

Yes, this is another attempt at a follow up for this. I wasn’t happy with how my other follow up turned out and I wanted to give it another go. I feel like this fits the vibe of “Woeful Wins” a bit better. At this point I also feel like I have to admit that I actually hate whiskey. I really do. Just thinking about it makes my stomach churn and not in the nice, warming way I wrote about in the first part.

The things we do for Barba…

Would you guys be interested in some semi-smut in the near future? I think I might try to do something a little smutty the next time I write Barba. Not full-on smut, but perhaps smut adjacent. 

Sorry for this excessively long note after the fic. As always, massive thank yous to those of you that read my stuff. Every single like, comment, and reblog fills my little pessimistic heart with love. See y’all soon.

[dbizzy1989]

Buck and Chris were spending the day at the park. Eddie had to work and Carla was on vacation, so Buck stepped in and volunteered to watch his little buddy. It wasn’t a difficult thing to do, the two of them were thick as thieves. Looking at them you’d probably think they were father and son.

Chris had run ahead to play with his friends. Today was a scheduled playdate with a bunch of other kids from Chris’ school. Buck had been been to a few of these before but he didn’t quite recognize any of the other parents today. As he sat their on the bench, he watched Chris play with his friends. The kid was amazing, keeping up with his friends in spite of his crutches.

“Is this seat taken?” A voice broke Buck’s gaze on Christopher. Buck looked up to see a beautiful women standing before him.

“No, go right ahead. I’m Buck.”

“I’m Ana Flores. Nice to meet you Buck. Forgive me but are you the Buck? Christopher talks about you very often?” The women questioned Buck, who at this point was more than perplexed. It seemed she had the upper hand because he didn’t know who she was.

“I guess I am, I didn’t realize that I had a reputation. Not anymore anyway.” Buck stated, referring back to his 1.0 phase.

“Oh yeah, Chris talks about you all the time in class. He’s very fond of you.”

“I’m pretty fond of him to. Are you Ana Flores as in Mrs. Flores? Chris’ teacher, right?” A lightbulb went off above Buck’s head as he realized who he was speaking to.

“I’m sorry, yes. That is me, Mrs. Flores.”

“It’s nice to officially meet you then. So how’s my little man doing in school?” Buck knew about the skateboard incident and he knew Chris was a smart kid. He just wanted to make sure that Chris was doing well in school otherwise.

“Like I told Mr. Diaz, he’s doing very well. Chris is a bright kid and very funny. He is lucky to have two dads that love him so much. I can see how he turned out the way he did.”

“Um, thanks I guess. I’m, I’m not his Dad though. Eddie and I aren’t dating.” Buck was taken a back by her comment. He often felt like Chris’s dad but he knew that he was more like a fun uncle.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. He talks about his Daddy Buck so much that I just assumed. I’m so embarrassed.”

“It’s all good, Eddie is a great guy and I’d be lucky to date him but he’s my best friend. That’s it.” Buck wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more of that: Himself or Ana.

“At any rate, Chris is one lucky kid to have two people that adore him so much. He really does speak the world of you.”

“I’m the lucky one really.” The two of them sat there quietly for a bit. Buck went back to watching Chris play with his friends. His mind started to wander after a bit. It was nice to hear someone call him Chris’ dad.

“Well, I have to get going Buck, it was nice chatting with you. I have to go get my nephew so we can go to the movies.” Ana pointed to one of the kids playing with Chris. She called out his name and he ran over to her.

“No problem. It was nice meeting you Ana. Have fun at the movies”. Buck waved them goodbye and went back to his observing. The sound of crutches on the pavement woke him from his thoughts.

“Hey Buck, can we go? I’m hungry.” Asked Chris.

“Sure thing Buddy, where do you want to go?”

“Chick Fil A! Can I get a milkshake too?” Chris begged. Buck was quite literally unable to say no.

“Whatever you want superman!” The two of them began their walk back to the car. Buck helped Chris into his seat and they headed to their destination. “ I met your teacher today buddy, Mrs. flores. She said you’re doing great in school. I’m very proud of you Chris. You’re a great kid.”

“Thanks Buck!” Chris smiled that infectious smile and soon Buck caught it too.

“She also said that you call me Daddy Buck. You know I’m not your Dad, right. Not that I wouldn’t want to be but I’m not.” It hurt Buck to say this but he needed to make sure that Chris understood what he was saying.

“I know that Buck. But you and Daddy spend so much time together. Him and Mommy did the same thing so that must mean that you are like her but you’re not a girl. You’re a boy so that makes you my Dad.” Chris informed Buck of this as though it was the honest truth. As if it were that easy to be someone’s Dad. Even though his two “parents” weren’t dating.

“Ok Buddy, that makes complete sense. Looks like we’re here bud!” Buck parked the car and the two headed in the restaurant. Later that night, Buck was going to have a talk with Eddie but for now, he was starving. They ate their lunch, polishing it off with a chocolate milkshake for Chris. Buck might regret the sugar high later but Chris was not an easy kid to say no to.

Later that night:

Eddie finished his shift and headed straight home. After a long day, all he wanted was to spend time with his son. He got home around dinner time. He opened the door to the sounds of laughter emanating from the kitchen. He dropped his bag by the door, kicked off his shoes and headed towards the kitchen.

“Hey Buddy! How was your day with Buck?” Eddie asked as he knelt down to hug Chris.

“It was great Dad! We went to the park and then I had a milkshake! Chocolate of course.”

“A milkshake?! Sounds like you had a great day, I wish I could have been there with you guys.”

“It’s ok Daddy, there will be other days.” Chris put his hand on Eddie’s shoulder reassuringly.

“I can’t wait. What’s for dinner?” Questioned Eddie.

“What do you want? I can go get something while you get changed.” Buck was eager to get out for a bit. Not that he wanted to leave but Chris was exhausting after a while. The kid had so much energy sometimes and Buck needed a moment to compose himself.

“Pizza is fine, just get the usual.” Eddie said as he headed to get changed.

“Sounds good, I’ll be back in a flash!” Buck sprinted out to his car. The drive to the pizza place was relaxing. Buck couldn’t help but wonder though, he really was like a Dad to Chris. The three of them spent so much time together that they had a usual pizza order for crying out loud. Does that mean that he was dating Eddie though? The thought crossed his mind before but he usually didn’t give it much attention. Maybe it was time that him and Eddie had that talk too.

Buck made his way up the steps to Eddie’s door. Pizza in hand, he turned the knob and let himself in. Eddie had set the table and Chris was waiting patiently for their meal.

“Pizza delivery for Diaz!” Buck joked. He placed the pie on the table and they dug in. Conversation flowed like it normally did. Eddie talked about work and Chris told Eddie what him and Buck did that day. Eventually they migrated to the couch for a movie. Chris had plopped down in between Buck and Eddie just like many nights before.

Not too long after though, Chris was sound asleep. Eddie had his arm slung over the back of the couch, close enough to touch buck yet miles away. Eddie wanted so desperately to wrap his arm around Buck. He wanted to lay it all on the line and tell Buck how he felt but in the back of his mind he felt some hesitation. So he sat there on the couch mindlessly watching the movie. Perhaps he could find the courage to talk to Buck some other night.

“Hey Eddie? We need to talk”. Buck’s voice snapped Eddie out of his thoughts.

“Talk about what Buck?”

“Well, I found out today that Chris calls me Daddy Buck. Now, I love that kid like my own but I don’t know that I like him calling me that.”

“Oh, well...I didn’t think it would be a big deal. I thought it was harmless. You’re pretty much his Dad as much as I am. I can tell him not to call you that though, it’s no biggie. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Eddie was a little hurt but he understood where Buck was coming from.

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable it’s just I don’t want to get his hopes up. I think he might think we are dating. We’re not and I don’t want him to be confused. Not that I wouldn’t want to date you Eddie but I don’t want him to be confused.”

“Then why don’t we just date?” Questioned Eddie.

“Oh, I mean, um, yeah. I’d be down for that. We pretty much are already, we just never really labeled it. Do you really want to date me Eddie?”

“Buck, look where we are right now. It’s a Friday night and we’re on my couch with my son watching a movie. You could be out having fun but you’re here. Ask yourself, is this where you want to be? I know this is where I want to be.”

“Of course Eddie, this is where I want to be. I’ve had my fun but now I want this. This right here, you me and Chris, this is what I consider fun now. Just relaxing with my family and taking it easy.”

Buck’s words had given Eddie the courage to finally make a move. His arm inched it’s was up from the back of the couch to around Buck’s back. Buck’s shoulder was warm and it felt like his hand fit perfectly there. If Chris wasn’t sprawled out between them, Eddie would have pulled Buck in closer. For now though, this contact was enough to sustain Eddie for the night. He had his two boys with him on the couch, to ask for more would be selfish.

“We gotta get Chris to bed Eddie. He can’t be comfortable in that position.” Eddie nodded in agreement. The two men got up gently. Buck picking up Chris’s head from his lap and Eddie lovingly nudging him awake.

“Wake up Buddy, we should get you to bed.” Eddie’s voice was soft and sweet. Buck felt his heart swell up a bit, he was one lucky man to be here right now.

“Ok Daddy, is Buck going to tuck me in too?”

“Of course buddy, I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning!” Buck shot Chris a smile that melted Eddie’s heart. He was one lucky man to be here right now.

“Can I have a milkshake for breakfast?” Chris sleepily asked.

“No Christopher, but maybe later.” Eddie replied.

“Ok.” Chris whispered into Eddie’s neck. The three of them were on their way to tuck Chris in. Eddie carrying his son and Buck following behind them. They tucked him in, gave him plenty of goodnight kisses and turned out the lights. “Goodnight Dad, goodnight Daddy Buck.”

“Goodnight buddy” Buck and Eddie replied in unison. Eddie closed Chris’ door, he and Buck lingered in the hallway for a moment. The two men wanted to kiss but there was still some trepidation. Instead, Eddie reached out and pulled Buck into a tight hug. They held their position for a moment. Eventually they let go, Eddie was the first to speak.

“So, if you want to spend the night you can Buck. I’d rather you not drive home at this hour. You can crash in the guest room or with me. No pressure.” Eddie was hoping Buck would share his space tonight but was fully aware that it might be too soon. They had literally just established their relationship after all.

“As long as I get to be the big spoon!” Buck responded.

“I’d like that” Eddie happily gave in.