#buck voice. i think you should fuck me now 🥰

[tidesreach]

some beautiful additions

(@buckboi)

(@mayslipgloss)

also eddie is wearing a santa hat (for @santahateddie)

no more discourse until 2025. we have reached critical overload on discourse everyone. time to fill our heads with beautiful thoughts of husbands captain eddie diaz and buck diaz decorating for christmas with the kids. buck and chris are on tree duty bickering over bauble placement. eddie is dancing with the baby (who is pulling at eddie's mustache) to the christmas playlist buck made specifically for the occasion ("Diaz Family Christmas Decorating 2028 - additions must be approved by Buck 📋"). also they're all covered in dusty patches of flour as a result of the gingerbread that is currently baking in the oven 🫶

[glorious-spoon]

hiiii 🥰 buddie and 🤍? - @team-118 <3

hiiii @team-118 and sorry this took FOREVER to get to, lol. have a bit of Buck and Eddie, just before their wedding.

🤍 kiss at the wedding / milestone

The closet door clicks open, and Eddie takes a deep breath and tries to compose himself so that he looks like he was doing something productive, like looking for the missing place cards or maybe the wet vac to deal with the flower vase that tipped over in the entry hall, which probably isn't his job in any case right now, but—just. Something.

"Eddie?" Buck asks, because of course it's Buck. Of course it is. Normally, Buck would be the person he'd like to see most, in pretty much any situation, but not right now. Hen, that'd be okay. Chim. Bobby. Even Maddie—Eddie's got an idea that she might know a little something about the kind of panicky jitters he's experiencing right now.

Not Buck. Not Buck, who's worked so hard to make everything perfect for today, who still sometimes looks at Eddie with big wondering eyes like he thinks this is all going to disappear. Who'll almost definitely think the worst if he catches Eddie hyperventilating in a coat closet twenty minutes before their wedding is supposed to start.

"Yeah," he says anyway, because the closet isn't that deep and he's got maybe five seconds before Buck turns the light on and sees him anyway. "I was looking for… uh. Something."

"Uh huh," Buck says. He steps into the closet, pulling the door shut behind him, enclosing them in darkness. 

"We're not supposed to see each other before the ceremony starts," Eddie points out, but the darkness makes him feel a little better.

"I can't see anything," Buck says. Eddie can hear the smile in his voice, and it makes him smile automatically too, just like it always does. Buck bumps something, stumbles, swears under his breath. "Okay, but seriously, I can't see anything. Where are you?"

Eddie laughs shakily under his breath and reaches out, grasping in the darkness until his hand catches at one of Buck's elbows. "Right here."

"Oh! Hi." Buck shifts into his space, stumbles again, then finds a seat on the overturned crate against the back wall next to Eddie. He smells like fruit-flavored gum and his good cologne, and his body is warm through the faintly rough fabric of his tux. He leans into Eddie's side a little, and Eddie leans back. "So, am I allowed to ask what you're doing back here?"

Eddie groans. "If I told you I was looking for the place cards, would you believe me?"

"No," Buck says, still smiling a little by the sound. His hand finds Eddie's knee, squeezes. "But we can go with that if you want."

"I might be freaking out a little bit," Eddie admits.

"Yeah, I, uh, I kinda guessed that, Eddie."

"It's not because I'm having second thoughts," Eddie says, because that much, at least, he needs Buck to know. "I want to marry you. I can't wait to marry you."

Buck makes a little noise, soft and pleased. His cheek presses against Eddie's for a moment, and Eddie feels his body move as he takes a breath. "But?"

"But I'm afraid I'm going to fuck it up. I don't have a great track record. Or—I don't know. I walked into the garden earlier and it was…"

Beautiful, it was beautiful, the flower-decked arch and the rows of chairs and the sign with both their names on it entwined, it was beautiful, and it was perfect, and it's what Eddie wants more than anything, so it makes no sense that his throat closed up and he scurried away to hide here before anyone could come up and congratulate him.

"I called Maddie last night to freak out on her about how we should just call it all off and stay common law married forever," Buck offers, after Eddie has been silent for a moment.

Eddie laughs, startled. "You did not."

"Oh, I so did."

"Do you want to call it all off?"

"No," Buck says. He's still smiling a little, Eddie can tell. "I'm just scared I'm going to fuck it up."

Abruptly, Eddie starts laughing. He curls in on himself, heaving with it, and feels Buck shake with laughter too. In the darkness, Buck reaches for his hand; in the darkness, Eddie leans into him and feels the tension drain away.

"We could always elope," he offers, after it's finally passed.

"Yeah."

"Your parents would kill you. After what happened with Maddie and Chim's wedding? They'd kill you."

"I don't give a shit about them," Buck says. He presses his mouth to Eddie's hairline. "I'd elope with you. I'd skip our wedding to hide out in a closet with you."

"I love you," Eddie says, and it's at least the thousandth time he's said those words to Buck, but they still feel like an incredible relief; like saying them has finally given him the space he needs to breathe. "I really, really love you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," Buck says. He kisses Eddie's forehead again. "I love you too."

"I'm being an idiot."

"Nah." Buck pauses. "Well, maybe a little. But it's okay."

"Thanks," Eddie says. He leans a little more into Buck with a deep sigh, the last of the tension easing from his shoulders. "We should probably get back out there before somebody comes looking for us."

"They can wait," Buck says. "It's not like they can start the wedding without us. We can stay here as long as you want."

"They're definitely going to think that we're having a quickie in here."

"Well…" Buck says thoughtfully. Eddie digs his fingers into his ribs, and he squirms, laughing. "Okay, okay!"

"We can save that for the reception," Eddie says, and Buck laughs harder. "Come on. Let's go."

"Okay." Buck shifts against him, straightening up. "Just one thing first."

Eddie opens his mouth to ask, but then Buck's fingers are on his jaw, a careful guide in the darkness as he leans in and kisses the question off of Eddie's lips. It lingers sweetly for a moment, and they part softly.

"Okay," Eddie says, just as soft, and kisses him again before pulling back. "Okay. Let's go get married."

[dangerpronebuddie]

Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @inell @hippolotamus who all shared BRILLIANT stuff y'all should absolutely show some love!! 🩷🩵

I still have a few more asks for Make Me Write (and feel free to keep em coming, it's been fun today 🥰), but I wanted to share something for today too. Clipboard Buck is finally flowing again... for now. So have a little bit of that:

Eddie sighs and leans back in his chair. “I don't know. I mean- I thought Shannon was pretty before I knew her. Doesn't really sound like I'm demisexual, does it?” “What was your first thought when you saw her?” Bobby asks. Eddie smiles at the memory. He remembers standing guard near the ice chest, handing out drinks from the 30 pack he stole from his tio’s garage fridge (he replaced it of course), and making sure his friend Elijah didn't get too shit faced, when Shannon walked up to him. Her smile was bright, and she had such a beautiful laugh. Her friends had talked her into getting them some drinks, and Eddie just wanted to keep hearing her laugh, her voice. “I just wanted to be near her,” Eddie says, his voice thick with emotion. He clears his throat. “I… didn’t have a crush on her, I don’t think. Not for a while.” Bobby nods slowly. “What about Ana? Or Marisol?” Eddie shrugs. He… doesn’t know. “It never felt like Shannon with them. They were pretty, I really enjoyed being with them, but… I don’t think I loved either of them.” “Do you equate having a crush to being in love with someone?” “No,” Eddie says automatically. Crushes and falling in love are two different things. That's what everybody says anyway. Something about that makes him pause. He loved Shannon. He wanted to be near her. Dating Ana was more about pressure from those around him. Marisol was… a desperate attempt to prove to himself he wasn’t broken. He can’t think of any other woman he’s ever truly wanted to be with besides Shannon. “Fuck,” Eddie hisses, putting his head in his hands. “I don’t know. What am I? Is there…” He stops himself. Bobby places a hand on his back. “I think there’s something wrong with me,” Eddie admits in a whisper. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Eddie,” Bobby says. “How you love and who you love isn’t wrong. Your idea of what that should feel like and who that should look like might be wrong for you though.”

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[diazsdimples]

I think- I think you might be my person.

Buddie or BuckTommy if it sparks joy 💞🦛

Oh, we're going for the feels today huh? Have some Buddie feels, just for you my love 🥰🫶

"I think - I think you might be person."

The words hang heavy between them, thick with unspoken meaning. There's yearning behind them, years of bitten back "I love you" and "don't leave me" and "please stay, I need you." But finally, Buck will speak them, no longer afraid of the consequences. He's ready. They're ready.

Eddie looks a little stunned, his mouth hanging open slightly as he looks at Buck, takes in the open vulnerability of his expression. They're so close, just a couple more steps and they'll be there. Buck waits with bated breath, praying Eddie will take the cue and take Buck's tender, open heart delicately in his hands.

"I- we're best friends, Buck, I should hope I'm your person."

He's deflecting, Buck can tell. Eddie's had years of repression and Catholicism that've taught him to box away all his feelings and not allow himself to be authentically him.

But not anymore. They're allowed to be happy. They're allowed to have this, to have each other. Buck just needs to take that step that Eddie can't do himself, because Eddie will never let himself have something if he doesn't think Buck will want it too.

"No, Eddie. That's not what I mean, I'm not-" he sighs, mentally weighing up his options. He could back out now, pretend he was just talking about their friendship. But then they'd be back in that revolving door of bad decisions and unspoken words and Buck can't do that anymore. He won't.

"Fuck it. Eddie, you're my person because you're the most important thing in my life. You and Christopher. You're my best friend, yeah, but it's more than that, right? Every day I wake up and you're the first thing I think about. When we're not together, I feel empty, but when you're by my side it's like I'm whole, like a piece of me has been returned to my body. You're my person because there is no one else in this world I would rather spend every day with than you. I trust you with my life."

Eddie's eyes are soft and they shine with unshed tears. He's biting his lip and Buck wants nothing more than to run his thumb over it and release it from his teeth, and tenderly capture his lips with Buck's own. But he needs to finish what he's saying. Eddie has to hear it.

"Eddie I can't imagine a life without you. The sun rises and sets on you, the world revolves around you and I-" his voice breaks and he ducks his head. He can't go on, he can't say it, he's not strong enough, he's not-

Eddie's fingers curl under his chin and slowly, gently, he raises Buck's head so their eyes meet. God he's so beautiful. He's truly the most beautiful person Buck has ever seen.

"Go on," he whispers, his voice cracked and raw with emotion. "Please."

Buck sucks in a breath. It's now or never.

"I love you."

It's like the air has been knocked out of Eddie and his breath hisses from him. Buck can't breathe. The oxygen has been sucked from the room, and he can't breathe, not until Eddie speaks. Until he confirms that Buck hasn't fucked this up and read all the signals wrong.

"Please say something," he begs.

Eddie takes a step closer, his fingers never leaving Buck's chin. The gap between them closes until they're chest to chest, nose to nose, close than they've ever been before. Eddie's lips ghost against his, a tentative brush, as though he's testing the waters. Buck tilts his head ever so slightly and, emboldened, Eddie kisses Buck properly this time, their lips moving in sync with one another and oh, this is what's been missing from Buck's life.

It's like the world has a new meaning now because hold fuck, Eddie is kissing him. His best friend, the love of his life, the man he'd almost convinced himself he would never be allowed to have, is kissing him back as though he feels the same. There's such tenderness and emotion with the way Eddie kisses him, as though they were born for this. As though they were made for one another. Two halves of a whole, destined to be with one another regardless of circumstance.

Eddie pulls away from him and rests his forehead against Buck's, his lips pressed tightly together. He's breathing heavily and fast, as though he's moments away from a panic attack.

Buck gently touches Eddie's arm, just above the elbow. Eddie doesn't pull away, staying completely still.

"Eds?" Buck says, voice quiet and full of choked up emotion.

Eddie licks his lips and takes a deep breath, as though steeling himself, and Buck feels sick. He's going to say he doesn't feel it, that Buck is alone in this journey, that they're just friends and Buck has misread the signs. Eddie can't, he won't, won't ever-

"I love you too."

Send me a ship and a sentence and I'll finish it!!

[diazheartsbuckley]

Hi Caroline 🥰

Buddie + "You shouldn't be out of bed." for the ship prompts pretty please?

Hi Maggie 💕

Here you go. A little treat from me to you since I’ve been gone for a while 🥹

Buck wanted to call it a regular shift, maybe even a calm one too. And in many ways, it had been.

That was until he had to watch his very hot, very sweaty boyfriend pull off a rope rescue and once Eddie came back up, Buck found himself completely gridlocked in his step.

He watched Eddie’s ample fingers unbuckling the harness around his waist before reaching down his thighs, thighs that Buck had spent countless hours in between since they got together.

“You’re drooling” Hen pointed out as she shoved his shoulder playfully as she took a few quick strides past him.

“Am not” Buck denied but still brought the back of his hand to the corner of his mouth, finding, much to his dismay, that Hen was actually right.

Buck started walking towards Eddie, wanting to make a quick joke about how he should bring the harness home until he saw a nightmare unfolding in front of him.

He recognized Chim’s voice, calling out, “we’ve got a runner” as the young man that Eddie had just pulled out of the wrecked car came hurdling forward him.

“Got him!” Eddie was quick to move towards the man and he almost succeeded until the man jumped out of the way, pushing Eddie out of the way. It sent Eddie tumbling backwards, losing his footing in between the broken guard rail and then he just…disappeared.

A shockwave of panic rushed through Buck’s body as he leapt forward, almost stumbling down the cliff until Bobby caught him in his arms. Instead he could desperately watch Eddie lying against the car, motionless until another rope rescue was initiated.

When his boyfriend reached solid ground again, he had a huge gash on the side of his face, a busted lip, the side of his shirt was torn open and Buck could easily see the broken ribs beneath his skin. His breathing was unsteady and he looked around, not realizing where he was.

—

At the hospital, Eddie was treated for his injuries and he wasn’t too happy about being confined to a bed, not being able to do anything for way too long.

“God, I love you but you’re an idiot” Buck chuckled breathlessly as he placed a hand on top of Eddie’s, stroking his bruised knuckles gently.

“How was I supposed to know that he would send me flying?” Eddie smiled tiredly, laughing weakly before he had to stop himself, pushing his eyes shut in an attempt to not think about the pain radiating through the entire left side of his body.

Seeing Eddie like that would never get easier, Buck concluded as he gave Eddie’s hand a firm squeeze before bringing it to his lips, feeling Eddie’s warm skin against his.

A few hours later, Buck fell asleep with his head on Eddie’s bed, head resting against his thigh and listening to his strained breathing. It stung deep in Buck’s chest but he also knew how stubborn of a boyfriend that he has.

So when he woke up to the bed shifting and the warmth of Eddie disappearing, he wasn’t exactly surprised.

Eddie was standing with his back towards him, groaning as he was trying to shrug off the light blue hospital shirt that he’d been dressed in.

Normally Buck would appreciate the sight of Eddie being shirtless but not right now. Right now, he’d prefer Eddie to be dressed and in bed. He sat up slowly, seeing how long it would take Eddie to realize that he was watching him.

“Fuck…” Eddie breathed out between gritted teeth, doing his best not to wake Buck but it was too late. He could feel his eyes on him, staring at him with a concerned look on his face. And when he turned around, shirt halfway down his arms, he faced the wrath of Buck.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed” Buck said firmly, making his way over to Eddie a little faster than Eddie had expected.

“I’m fine, just-… I want to go home” Eddie said, suddenly feeling very exposed even though Buck had seen him shirtless probably thousands of times.

A huff escaped Buck’s mouth as he carefully peeled the shirt off, listening to his boyfriend’s pained voice every time he shifted just a little too quickly.

Bathed in the soft yellow glow from the lamp hanging above them, Buck sighed deeply and shook his head in disbelief. “I know you want to go home, baby. But you can’t. You have to be patient” Buck said like Eddie didn’t already know that. But when had Eddie ever been known to be patient?

“This isn’t my first rodeo, Buck. It’s just a few broken bones” Eddie tried to shrug, even though his left arm didn’t really want to cooperate, a low gasp of pain escaping his mouth.

“Alright, then put the shirt back on” Buck handed it to Eddie, who lifted his arm weakly, barely able to even grip onto the shirt. “That’s what I thought, now sit down, relax, get better. Please” Buck added the ‘please’ just to appeal a little more to Eddie. And he looked at him from beneath his lashes.

Eddie backed away, slowly sitting down on the bed and a look of relief formed on his face as his head hit the pillow. “That’s not fair” He smiled quickly as he looked at Buck who was flashing a bright, proud smile.

“It definitely is. I’m just looking out for you” Buck leaned in, pressing a small kiss against Eddie’s cheek.

“I know, thank you, baby” Eddie said with a pained yet fond smile on his face. “I know you’re just-…trying to keep me safe”

“Always”

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@watchyourbuck @daffi-990 @steadfastsaturnsrings @bidisasterevankinard @thewolvesof1998 @tizniz @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @diazsdimples @wildlife4life ☀️

[try-set-me-on-fire]

I just discovered your blog, and I’m so glad I did! I love your soft prompts! And you’re a wonderful writer 🥰 Can I request a soft prompt that’s not in the list? “Eddie laying with Buck in his hospital bed.”

Thanks either way!!

Thank you!!

Send me soft prompts! Finished ones on AO3!

Buck is breathing like it hurts. Eddie is intimately familiar with the mechanics of it: steady but shallow inhale, hold, shaky exhale blown through pursed lips. He should probably be laying flat but he’d reached for Eddie, pulled him onto the bed, curled his body towards him with a hand tangled in his shirt, and Eddie thinks he is incapable, currently, of not giving Buck anything he wants.

His skin is warm. Eddie is resting his hand on Buck’s face as softly as he possibly can, careful around the cuts and the dark bruise on his jaw. He moves his thumb slowly across Buck’s cheek, watching the flutter of his eyelids intently.

“You want me to call a nurse?” The quiet of the room makes it feel impossible to speak loudly, Eddie practically whispers the words.

“No,” Buck sighs. “They’ll kick you out.” His hand tightens against Eddie’s chest.

“Ok,” Eddie says, and he knows his voice isn’t steady. He hasn’t kissed Buck since they reunited here- the man’s whole damn body is a bruise, he barely wanted to touch him to avoid making anything hurt more. He kisses him now, because he is a weak man. Gentle, gentle, the barest press of lips. “Ok. Soon, though. Please.”

Buck sighs again, and they’re close enough that the air hits warm against Eddie’s chin. “Feel like we should get special privileges. Frequent flier miles. Land in the hospital three times a year and they put you in a queen bed, husbands allowed.” Buck coughs, and winces. Eddie winces along with him, hand fluttering over the shoulder that had so recently been ripped out of its socket, the chest that had hit the ground after a sickening fall. “I didn’t even break anything, why didn’t they let me go home-“

“You weren’t conscious,” Eddie says, and even this he can’t manage above a whisper. “You weren’t conscious when we got to you, Buck. You have to stay the night.”

“Sucks.” Buck moves his jaw like he’s holding his tongue between his teeth, there’s a frustrated dent in his forehead. His eyes are bright. Eddie wants to make the world softer around him wherever he goes. "Sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" He holds Buck's face again, and Buck kisses his palm as he shrugs.

"For putting that look on your face again."

"Buck-"

"I'm sorry that I’m here, I don't- I'm tired of- I'm tired." Buck shrugs again, and then has to breath out very slowly against the pain the motion causes. Eddie swallows, clenches his teeth. He kisses Buck again, his cheek, stays there for a moment. Buck chases him when he pulls away and they end up with points of contact at their foreheads, noses. "I'm sorry I lost my fucking ring."

Eddie carefully pulls Buck's left hand up from where it's rested between them and kisses his fingers, mindful of the long scratch where his silicon wedding band had been pulled or torn off. "We bought a five pack of those for a reason, Buck." Their metal bands are nestled in their sock drawer at home, safe together in a little wooden box.

"I know," Buck says, but he sounds miserable about it. They're so close together Eddie barely has to tilt his head to be kissing him again. Buck's right hand slides slowly up until his fingertips are pressed into Eddie's jaw. They just stare at each other for a moment when they break away, and Buck continues to watch him as Eddie moves, trying not to jostle Buck as he pulls off his own band and presents it to him. Buck huffs out a little laugh and lets Eddie slide it onto his finger. "I love you so much."

Eddie rests their foreheads together again. "So much, too."

The nurse will come back soon and Eddie will have to move to the chair, but for now they lay together, holding on tight.

[buddiekinard]

@talktonytome said I could send this around too and idk who's gotten it yet so sorry if you have already 😂 In the spirit of positivity, how do you think Buck and Tommy say I love you for the first time? 🥰 Feel free to send this ask to others 💕

oh gosh! i think in my wildest dreams it’s after an injury. like imagine tommy is hurt on the job and buck can’t get there right away because he’s also working and there’s no way gerard is going to let him leave to go see his injured boyfriend. lucy is sending him updates but nothing is going to make him feel better until he’s sitting next to tommy’s bed holding his hand. eddie keeps trying to reassure him. he knows lucy would be honest so it must be fine and buck knows eddie’s right but it’s tommy, you know. so when he finally gets off shift he goes right to the hospital and he hasn’t slept and he’s so tired but lucy leaves so that he can be alone with tommy, who is still asleep and buck is determined that he’s going to be there when tommy wakes up. and he is. tommy wakes up and buck kisses his hand and squeezes it, holding it between both of his hands and tommy can’t really talk yet because he’s groggy and smoke-damaged, though that should clear up soon enough.

“you can’t do that to me.” buck says. “okay? next time you have to make sure you don’t do that to me.”

and tommy just lets his eyes fall closed and nods because he’s still tired and a little drugged up.

and he goes back to sleep but buck stays there. later eddie comes by to see tommy and bring nick a change of clothes and some food but he knows him well enough not to try and make him leave so he sits for a bit, long enough to force buck to actually go change and make sure he eats and then he goes and leaves them alone again and when eddie leaves, tommy just turns his head to look at buck, to take in how exhausted he looks and buck knows what he’s doing.

“don’t say it.”

“say what?” tommy can finally get some words out, even though his voice is a bit more gravel than normal.

“don’t tell me to go home and get some rest. i’m not leaving until you leave. i’ve already had this fight with lucy and maddie.”

“not eddie?”

“eddie knows he’d lose.”

tommy lets out a soft chuckle.

“you scared the shit out of me.” buck let’s out a shaky breath. “i thought i was going to lose you and i wouldn’t even get here in time because - “

“hey. evan.” tommy coughs just slight, clearing his throat. “not that easy. you can’t get rid of me like that.”

buck sighs and slides his hand into tommy’s.

“i - don’t talk okay?” he looks up at the ceiling and then back down at tommy. “i think the last time i was that paralyzed i was standing in the street covered in my best friends blood.” buck blinks. “i can’t lose you.”

“evan.”

“no stop. i’m not done. i need to say this.” buck squeezes his hand. “i - “ the words lay thick on his tongue - it’s not like he’s never said them before, he has. to abby, to taylor. but this feels different. tommy is different - permanent. permanent in a way only a few people have ever felt - maddie, bobby and the 118, eddie and chris, and now tommy. “i love you. i can’t - “

“hey. i’m still here. im not going anywhere.”

“good thing because if you died, i would have killed you.”

“of course.” tommy rolls his eyes. “i love you, too, evan. in case you doubted it.”

“never could doubt it.” buck leans down and presses a kiss to tommy’s cheek and then to his lips buts it’s just light. he doesn’t want to push while tommy is still connected to machines.

“you know you could home and sleep—“

“don’t even fucking think about it, kinard.” buck settles back into the chair, hand still gripping tommy’s tightly.

“of course. wouldn’t even suggest it.”

rip i didn’t mean to write a whole thing.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Can you maybe do Top Clarissa dovey x Top Leonora lesso x bottom reader smut ? If you take requests ofc <33

Hello anon 🙃 I do take requests! Ofc, I’d love to write that for you 🥰 Hope you enjoy it!

Fortunate Circumstances ~top!Lesso & top!Dovey & bottom!Fem Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, face sitting, sex, oral sex, fingering, begging, praise kink…?, degrading kink…?, just smutty smut

Short-Medium fic

Enjoy (;

Who knew one guest lecture on magical creatures would have gotten you in the position where you were right now?

Hell, you didn’t…

Anemone never mentioned anything about two deliciously horny deans…

She had simply invited you, as a professor and old friend, to come to the school and speak about magical creatures in the fairytale world. That’s was your expertise after all…

But shit, you had no idea what you were in for…

Both deans had you hungrily pinned down on some teachers desk in an empty classroom.

Professor Clarissa Dovey, the dean of good, her soaked cunt sitting on your face, her legs spread out on either side of your face as she rode you.

“That’s it love… Yesss, right there…” she moaned out, as you licked through and around her folds.

Lady Leonora Lesso, dean of evil, gripping your legs wide open as she wickedly teased around your throbbing core.

You mewled and squirmed in response, only to be silenced by Dovey’s desperate rutting against your face. Your voice sent shivers and vibrations through Dovey, spurring her on even more…

Constant whimpers and moans of “… yes… don’t stop… so good… you’re doing so well…” flowed out from Doveys lips, just infinite praise and encouragement.

“Who are we kidding, she’s such a slut. Look at her, taking on the two of us like such a whore.” Lesso sneered, making you buck your hips up to her teasing hand.

“Please…” you mewled which was muffled through Dovey’s folds.

“Is my little slut, begging?” Lesso taunted, in response she finally placed her fingers on your clit, eliciting a desperate cry for more stimulation out of you. Your hips bucking even more, but Lesso holding them down.

“Oh my…” Dovey whimpered, “I’m gonna… I think… I’m almost… there…” she breathlessly and dizzily got out.

“Ms. Goodie two shoes can’t even swear when being eaten out my a whore…” Lesso lustfully jeered, “Why don’t you show Clarissa how much of a slut you really are? Maybe it will rub off on her…” she said with a evil grin, before plunging two finger into your aching pussy.

You screamed in delight, moans escaping your lips on repeat, “Fuck! Oh God… Fuck me…!”

“See…?” Lesso taunted Dovey, “That’s how it’s done…” she said with a dark chuckle as she proceeded to finger fuck you to the edge.

“Be a good little slut and make Clarissa cum.” Lesso commanded you.

Between your moans and screams plus Dovey’s sloppy mess of a cunt, you were close yourself, not to mention Lesso fucking you within an inch of your life…

Dovey came with a strangled cry, her head lolling back, eyes rolling back, as she squirted your face full of her release.

Dovey’s release put you on your edge as well, mewling and moaning at Lessos hard thrusts into you.

She added a third finger and you were done for…

You screamed in pleasure, writhing under both women’s holds on you. The wave of your orgasm crashed through you, and they both helps you ride it out.

Afterwards, Dovey and you got dressed again, as Leonora watched in amusement at both of your trembling legs.

“We should do this again sometime.” Lesso chuckled.

You breathlessly agreed with a enthusiastic nod.

[seitmai]

He managed to snag a table for the two of you at Salvatore's, and he was absolutely prepared to drop over five hundred bucks, but his clothing was becoming a situation.

Oh he is going all out

"Why don't you have normal clothing?" he asked himself as he picked up his phone now that it was late enough to text you.

Same buddy, same lmao

He hit send and then wished he hadn't asked that question. He sounded like a horny twenty year old. It was bad enough that he had to practically beg you to go inside your apartment last night while you were kissing his neck, but he didn't want to embarrass himself.

He's whipped so bad 🤭

He was too many steps ahead right now. You hadn't yet done the drive down to Coronado from Mira Mesa for yourself, but he already caught himself wondering if you'd consider moving in with him in the future. "You need to relax," he ground out through gritted teeth. "You'll scare her away."

I love how he has to remind himself to be chill and not scare her away, that's some self-awarness hahah

"Hey, Gorgeous." Bradley's crooked little smile faltered a bit as his gaze slid down from your eyes to your lips, but he didn't stop there. He was shamelessly checking you out as a pretty shade of pink crept up into his cheeks, and you did a slow turn for him. 

The unabashed checking out but then blushing, I know what that means... many naughty thoughts in that bird brain of his 🤭

He broke the kiss by tipping your chin up so you were looking at him. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he crooned softly. Your lipstick was smudged along his mouth, and his tongue darted out to taste it before he said, "I'm fucking crazy about you."

His rough thumb dragged along your bottom lip as you said, "And you've never even seen me dispose of a spider for you." "Baby," he rasped. "I'd probably propose."

He 100% means this

"Let's go," he coaxed, leading you toward your door. "I'll let you pick whatever you want to try at Salvatore's. I don't usually like sharing my food, but there's just something about you, Gorgeous. You make me feel comfortable."

That's a true testament of love and trust

You tried to tell Bradley twice that he still had some of your lipstick smudged on his face, but he just shrugged and said, "Good," in response both times. If he didn't mind, then neither did you. It couldn't be any more obvious that he was with you when the exact color that was on your lips was also on his.

Oh I can't wait for them to take the next steps, I just know their mutual marking up is gonna be superb 😏🤭

When you saw him without a shirt on, you'd probably faint and need him to revive you. When the bartender came over, you were chuckling to yourself at the idea of having sex with Bradley while he kept his shirt on to save you from that fate.

This is a valid reaction and also cracked me up😂

You kind of shrugged and said, "I think I'd actually be okay with it, as long as it's you. It almost feels like we got some big, scary thing out of the way already, you know? And I could always write to you, because I kind of loved doing that. And yes, Bradley, I am also completely enamored with you."

🥹🥹🥹

"Have you memorized everything I've ever told you?" "Yep," he replied, his handsome smile evident in the street lights. "And I've gotta say, you're one of a kind, Gorgeous."

He's so dreamy 🥰

He was eager. You could feel it as his lips found your neck again. He smiled against you as he whispered your name in that deep raspy voice. "Since you don't like surprises, I'm telling you right now that you should expect to see me in the parking lot at your school on Monday morning. Sound okay?"

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 10 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After just two days back home, Bradley takes you on a second date. He wants more, and you don't seem to mind when he can't keep his hands and lips to himself.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, language, Bradley being boyfriend material

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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"Shit."

It had been such a long time since Bradley wore anything other than a flight suit, a khaki uniform or gym clothes, he had no idea what he was supposed to wear to dinner tonight. You mentioned weeks ago you thought Italian food sounded nice for a second date, and he agreed wholeheartedly. He managed to snag a table for the two of you at Salvatore's, and he was absolutely prepared to drop over five hundred bucks, but his clothing was becoming a situation.

After spending the entire day with you yesterday, Saturday morning was a bit of a reality check. He was trying to work through three loads of laundry while he sorted through a box of mail. There was nothing sweet in there like the packages you and your class sent to him while he was deployed. It was mostly bills that had already been automatically paid online, mortgage statements, and junk. Then he started folding laundry, somehow expecting some articles of clothing that weren't threadbare tee shirts or tropical print button downs to jump out at him.

"Why don't you have normal clothing?" he asked himself as he picked up his phone now that it was late enough to text you. He wanted to make sure you were okay with grabbing a drink before the dinner reservation which wasn't until 7:45. But when he unlocked his phone, instead of zero new messages, he found a picture you sent seven minutes ago. 

"Oh my god," he groaned softly, dropping onto his bed next to some unfolded laundry. You were in your own bed wearing his favorite sweatshirt and a bright smile.

Good morning, Handsome. Last night felt like a dream, but your sweatshirt is real, so it must have happened.

He scrambled to write back, clothing crisis forgotten. God, he wanted to be in that bed in the worst way. Things would definitely get out of hand pretty quickly, but he knew those first few kisses would be the sweetest things. After last night at the beach, waiting for a few more dates was going to be the challenge of his life, but he wanted you to know he was in this for the long haul. Especially after you mentioned that you thought he may have ghosted you.

Hey, Gorgeous. My sweatshirt looks way better on you than it ever did on me. Did you sleep in it?

He hit send and then wished he hadn't asked that question. He sounded like a horny twenty year old. It was bad enough that he had to practically beg you to go inside your apartment last night while you were kissing his neck, but he didn't want to embarrass himself.

Of course I did. It smells like you. The only thing better would be having you in my bed, too...

How the hell was he supposed to wait until this evening to see you? He tossed his phone aside. His blood felt like it was on fire, and he was sweating. Never before had he wanted to move this fast from a first date to making things official. But he knew you. He'd been working up to this point for months. And the Thai dinner with Prosecco on the beach wasn't really a first date. That felt closer to a reunion with a girlfriend than anything else. The only thing missing for that to have been true was a sleepover instead of him taking you home for the night. 

He was too many steps ahead right now. You hadn't yet done the drive down to Coronado from Mira Mesa for yourself, but he already caught himself wondering if you'd consider moving in with him in the future. "You need to relax," he ground out through gritted teeth. "You'll scare her away." He cracked his neck and forced himself to fold a stack of underwear before picking up his phone to reply.

I don't want to rush things, but your bed does look very comfortable. I'm confident we could get cozy there... You're making me blush. I need to get this conversation back on track. Cocktails before dinner at Salvatore's? I'll pick you up at 5:30?

A few minutes later, you responded with a photo of you still all snuggled up in bed, smiling and giving him a thumbs up in his shirt.

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"Just in case," you muttered, making sure your bedding was straightened and your room was tidy. You left Bradley's TOP GUN sweatshirt folded on your pillow, but you certainly wouldn't mind having the man himself in your bed tonight. Your fingers and toes tingled when you thought about it. You bit your lip and scooped up his shirt, inhaling his scent one more time before you realized he would be here any minute.

When he knocked on your door, you set it back on your pillow and glanced at yourself in the mirror as you bounced past it. Cocktails and dinner at Salvatore's would have been a major splurge for a night out for you, but Bradley selected the restaurant. All you did was mention Italian food, and he really ran with it. You'd have been happy with some pizza and breadsticks, simply excited he remembered you mentioned Italian food at all, but this called for your littlest black dress and your brightest red lipstick. 

"I'm coming!" you called, going as fast as you could in your black heels, giggling at the double meaning. You had to compose yourself before you could open the door, and when you did, you were met with the actual man of your dreams.

"Hey, Gorgeous." Bradley's crooked little smile faltered a bit as his gaze slid down from your eyes to your lips, but he didn't stop there. He was shamelessly checking you out as a pretty shade of pink crept up into his cheeks, and you did a slow turn for him. 

Your skin felt warm as you met his eyes after doing a full circle. His lips were parted as you whispered, "Hi," and reached for his hand. As soon as your skin met his, he pulled you closer to him. "Bradley." His lips were on yours as he backed you up into your apartment until you softly met the wall behind you. He was big and warm, and you were holding his left hand while his right one came up to your face.

He broke the kiss by tipping your chin up so you were looking at him. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he crooned softly. Your lipstick was smudged along his mouth, and his tongue darted out to taste it before he said, "I'm fucking crazy about you."

His rough thumb dragged along your bottom lip as you said, "And you've never even seen me dispose of a spider for you."

"Baby," he rasped. "I'd probably propose."

A shocked giggle escaped you, and his crooked grin was back as he kept you there against your wall with your door wide open. You reached up and ran your fingers along the collar of his oxford shirt before tugging on the fabric until his lips were on yours again. You let your head tip back against the wall as he devoured you, tasting your lips, tongue and teeth before his forehead came to rest gently on yours.

"You know," you gasped, trying to catch your breath, "I thought all your emails were sweet and romantic."

He chuckled as he pulled away from you. "I was hoping I was doing okay in person, too."

You shrugged playfully and tried to spin out of his grasp, but his hand was still wrapped up in yours. He followed you to your coffee table so you could grab your purse as you casually told him, "You're even better in person than I thought you'd be."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, pulling you close again. "You like my stupid looking clothes and how I can eat three meals for dinner?"

He was so endearing, you didn't know how to handle him. So you kissed him again and whispered, "I like all of it." You let your fingers trail along his shirt buttons as you said, "You look nice in this, but I can already tell you're more comfortable in your colorful Aloha shirts and jeans. And I love that you can eat three meals for dinner, because we ended up sharing everything last night."

"Let's go," he coaxed, leading you toward your door. "I'll let you pick whatever you want to try at Salvatore's. I don't usually like sharing my food, but there's just something about you, Gorgeous. You make me feel comfortable."

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You tried to tell Bradley twice that he still had some of your lipstick smudged on his face, but he just shrugged and said, "Good," in response both times. If he didn't mind, then neither did you. It couldn't be any more obvious that he was with you when the exact color that was on your lips was also on his. You listened to him hum along to the retro oldies station as he merged onto the coastal highway while you took a minute to fix up your own smudged lipstick.

He grinned over at you as you put your makeup away and said, "Come on, Baby. If you didn't want it on my face, then you wouldn't be putting more on your lips."

Every time he made a bold statement like that, you wanted to cancel dinner altogether and take him to your bedroom. "I never said I didn't want it on your face. It looks good." 

He reached out blindly for your hand, and you grabbed his immediately. "You did tell me you wanted me to kiss you as soon as I saw you."

"Yeah," you muttered. "Don't stop doing that." You knew things with him were going to get physical pretty quickly, but you'd never been quite this attracted to someone before. You drew little shapes on his palm as you asked, "How was your first night back in your own bed after so many months away?"

He groaned softly. "Epic. Fantastic. I don't fit very well in an extra long twin bed."

"No, I would imagine you don't," you said with a laugh as you watched him drive his Bronco in the evening sunlight.

He licked his lips and grinned as he said, "Would have been better if you were there though."

The eruption of butterflies in your belly left you biting your lip. You wanted to respond, but you needed to be able to make it through dinner before you were hanging off of him again like you were last night. That's when he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles, treating you to his mustache there. "Feel like getting a drink or two in the lounge first? Maybe a bottle of wine?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, ready to go anywhere he took you. As soon as he parked, he jogged around to help you down, letting you slide against his body with your hands on his shoulders. You wobbled a bit in your shoes, but he kept you steady.

"You good?" he asked as he leaned in, his lips brushing the side of your neck as his arm wrapped around your waist.

"So good," you promised. "Never better."

Bradley kept his hand right there on your hip as he led you along the sidewalk toward the restaurant. The lounge was packed; this was definitely a popular weekend date night locale. Couples filled the space with noisy conversation, but you could hear Bradley perfectly as his lips found your ear when he said, "There's an empty stool at the far end of the bar." He gave your hip a little squeeze as you headed for it, and he leaned on the bar next to you. "Why don't you pick out a bottle of wine or whatever you want? I'll go let the hostess know we'll be hanging out in the lounge."

When you agreed, he kissed your lips like the two of you had been at this for years, not just since yesterday. You weren't the only one who watched him walk away in his snug pants and Oxford shirt that somehow showed off his biceps. He was just that good looking. When you saw him without a shirt on, you'd probably faint and need him to revive you. When the bartender came over, you were chuckling to yourself at the idea of having sex with Bradley while he kept his shirt on to save you from that fate.

"Can I get you a drink?"

You looked at him in a daze, realizing you meant to choose a bottle of wine. You blurted out what kind you liked best, and with a nod and a smile, he turned to fill your request. And that's when you finally looked at the menu and realized the bottle was more than a hundred and fifty dollars.

"Oh shit." But it was too late. He had already opened it and was heading your way with it. You scrambled in your purse for your wallet, cringing at the idea of Bradley seeing the bill when you could have simply ordered a cocktail instead. Just as the bartender was pouring out a bit of the wine for you to try, you found your credit card successfully. And that was also when Bradley came back.

"They'll come get us when our table's ready," he said. "I told them it would be easy to find me since my date is the most beautiful woman in the restaurant." He watched the bartender pick up a second glass and said, "Oh perfect, you found some wine that you like."

You nodded and tried your best to pass your credit card across the bar undetected with your hand covering it. "I sure did."

Bradley's eyes followed your hand as he took a sip of the wine. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you told him, picking up your own glass with your other hand. You tasted the wine and nodded at the bartender, and then he filled up both glasses while Bradley reached for your credit card.

"That's not necessary, Gorgeous. You can put that away."

You waited until the bartender walked off before you shook your head. "Let me pay for the wine. I was distracted and just picked a random bottle before I looked at the price, and then it was too late because he already had it opened. It's expensive."

Bradley looked completely unfazed as he eased your card from your hand and tucked it back into your wallet. "I don't care about that."

"I do," you said softly in your embarrassment. "I don't want you to think that's what I expected."

Bradley laughed in response. "First of all, I would never think that. And second, I was on that aircraft carrier for so long, and this wine tastes so good, and you look so pretty... I don't even want to tell you how much I'd be willing to pay for that bottle of wine and our dinner."

You simultaneously felt better and a little warm. "Okay, fine. But next time we go out for dinner, we're getting burgers from In-N-Out, and I'm paying."

His smile grew as you sipped your wine which really was quite good. "So that means you want to go out again?"

You rolled your eyes up at him where he stood, his hand brushing your knee where it was crossed over your other leg. "I'm about to make an In-N-Out reservation right now."

"Perfect," he replied. "Which night? I have to work late a few days next week to get caught up on everything I missed while I was away."

"You're ridiculous," you told him with a laugh. "How about Wednesday?"

His fingers toyed with the hem of your dress as he said, "Wednesday's good. You also need to let me know when I can visit your classroom again." His words were so sweet, and his gaze was sincere, but the feel of his fingertips inching along your skin above your knee was something else. 

You set your glass down next to your purse and reached for his hand, letting his fingers slip underneath your dress as you met his brown eyes. When he teased your skin with his rough hands, you reached for his shirt, and Bradley came willingly. Salvatore's didn't provide the two of you with the same level of privacy as the beach last night had, but you didn't really care, and he didn't seem to either.

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You had the softest skin. How was he supposed to keep his hands off you? And that red lipstick made your little pout when he teased you even more delectable than he could have imagined. And he'd been doing plenty of imagining for the last few months. He'd imagined you in a variety of scenarios with him, but so far being with you in person surpassed everything his vivid thoughts came up with.

When he mentioned visiting you at work, you treated him to the silky soft feel of your skin, and then you literally grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged until he was kissing you. Oh god, he was never going to recover from this. He had to wrap his hand around the middle of your thigh to keep himself from going any further as you moaned softly into his mouth. He was absolutely starving and a little dizzy from the wine, but he was thinking about skipping dinner in favor of the solitude of the Bronco right now.

"Mr. Bradshaw?"

Your tongue was slowly tasting his when you jerked away from him as the hostess strolled over. Embarrassed, you turned toward the bar as Bradley grunted in response at the young woman who told him the table was ready for the two of you. And maybe that wasn't a bad thing, because feeling you up in the middle of the crowded lounge wasn't something he'd feel good about later. At least not on the second date. He'd bring you back here in a few months and see if the two of you even made it to dinner.

With a smile, he reached for your free hand after you picked up your glass. You halfway hid your face against his bicep as the hostess picked up the bottle and led the way through the lounge and into the restaurant. Bradley kissed your forehead and murmured, "If I could keep my hands off of you, this wouldn't be a problem."

You peered up at him through your lashes. "Hanging out on your couch alone is sounding better and better."

"Fuck," he groaned softly as you released his hand and took a seat at the table set for two which was overlooking the bay. Bradley pushed your chair in, and his thumbs met your bare arms. He took a few deep breaths before taking the seat opposite yours and accepted one of the menus as he listened to the specials while he looked at your face. He muttered some sort of response, and then the two of you were alone.

You emptied the remainder of the wine between his glass and yours, and then Bradley watched you lick a little droplet from your thumb as you smiled at him. "So which three dinners are you planning on ordering tonight?"

It took him a second to realize that he was holding an open menu even though he hadn't looked at it once. He cleared his throat and said, "Definitely some homemade spaghetti and meatballs. The last time I ate spaghetti, it was overcooked and sad, and I had to go back to my bunk and think about you to make myself feel better." You covered your mouth with one hand while you laughed, and it was the most charming thing he'd ever seen. "I'm so serious, Gorgeous. I got a plate of soggy noodles, and literally the only thing that made it better was imagining you teaching your class about military grade jets and aviation."

Your pretty eyes were glittering as you told him, "I keep extending my lessons on the topic, and you are completely to blame for that. After the first time you responded to us, my students asked about you every single day. They are completely enamored with you."

"Yeah? Just them? Or you too?" He knew his words were reminiscent of the way you'd tried to blame it on your kids when you asked him to send you a picture so you could see what he looked like.

"Hmm." You pretended to peruse your menu. "I'm thinking about the ravioli. Or maybe the penne with vodka sauce." Your foot tapped his leg beneath the table, and he had to fight the urge to reach under and touch your skin again. You were teasing him in every way right now, and he was absolutely loving it. When the waiter dropped off glasses of water and some freshly baked bread, he asked if you wanted anything else to drink.

"You want another bottle of wine, Gorgeous?" Bradley asked, deciding to tease you right back.

"Absolutely not," you told him, looking at him like he had two heads before kindly telling the waiter, "No, thank you."

He was still laughing when he picked up a piece of bread. "So we'll get spaghetti, penne and ravioli?"

"You don't have to order what I want," you told him, your foot still running along his calf while your expression dripped with innocence.

"No. I want to though." It was kind of fun spoiling you with something as simple as dinner. Vanessa would have made a comment by now about how much she hated the slightly kitschy, over the top restaurant, even if the food was supposed to be immaculate. You didn't seem to mind one bit that he ordered three massive entrees and intended to finish whatever you didn't. Vanessa always got embarrassed, but all you said was that you were excited to try all three.

There was never a lull in conversation. You actually listened to Bradley when he was talking, and he could have listened to you all night.

"So you know how last night I mentioned... that I'd never really thought about dating someone in the military who deploys for work?"

"Yeah," Bradley rasped, not sure he loved where the conversation was heading.

You looked a little apprehensive as you said, "I was thinking about it more last night after you dropped me off." 

"And?"

You kind of shrugged and said, "I think I'd actually be okay with it, as long as it's you. It almost feels like we got some big, scary thing out of the way already, you know? And I could always write to you, because I kind of loved doing that. And yes, Bradley, I am also completely enamored with you."

It was almost a shame that the food arrived then, because as you started to cut into an enormous ravioli, all he could think to say was, "I'm completely enamored with you, too."

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You were so full from dinner, you didn't know how Bradley could walk. He ate at least two times what you did, and then he insisted on ordering a piece of cheesecake. When you caught sight of the bill, you tried not to gasp, because it was more than you spend on groceries for a whole month. But he handed over his credit card and signed his name without even breaking conversation with you. And now you were discreetly grabbing a handful of mints on your way out of the restaurant as he held your hand.

It was late, and you knew he was still tired. He mentioned briefly that he had a lot of chores to do this week amidst some late nights at work, but you didn't know how you'd be able to wait until Wednesday to see him again. When he started up the Bronco and headed in the direction of your apartment, your mind flooded with questions, but he asked you one first.

"I already have plans tomorrow, but I don't think I can wait until Wednesday to see you again. What time do you usually get to school?"

"7:20."

"Okay. And what kind of coffee do you like?"

You couldn't stop smiling as you told him what you usually ordered on the rare occasion you had time to stop at Starbucks. You kind of already felt like he was spoiling you.

"Have you memorized everything I've ever told you?"

"Yep," he replied, his handsome smile evident in the street lights. "And I've gotta say, you're one of a kind, Gorgeous."

You honestly didn't want the ride to end. The fact that there was no buffer of traffic to add to the twenty minute drive made you pout a little bit. Bradley's deep voice layered over the music playing on the radio while he held your hand was intoxicating, but you made a disappointed sound as he parked in front of your building.

When he released your hand to kill the engine in the near darkness, all you could see was his handsome profile. "You thought the drive would be too much for me," you whispered. "But when I'm in the car with you, I don't want it to end."

He cleared his throat and softly said, "Well, we don't have to get out quite yet if you don't want to."

Your pout turned into a grin as you unbuckled your seatbelt. "I can tell you still need to catch up on some sleep. I don't want to keep you out too late, Bradley."

He chuckled and undid his own seatbelt. "Why don't you come a little closer and say my name again."

As you eased yourself onto your hands and knees, you scooted across the seat and whispered, "Bradley," with a little laugh.

"Closer?" he asked, and you crawled over to him until you were able to kiss his cheek.

"Bradley."

He turned his head so his lips met yours, and he whispered, "Closer," against your mouth.

You were immediately in his lap, your hands resting on his chest as the steering wheel met your lower back. Your lips found his scarred cheek just like last night, and you kissed your way along his mustache and the side of his nose. You let your hands drift slowly down over his abs until they met the leather of his belt, and you whispered his name one more time.

His big hands closed around your wrists as he groaned, "You really love teasing me."

You nodded and said, "I really do," as he guided your hands up to his shoulders and around his neck.

"You're really good at it, Baby. All those pictures of you in your bed are enough to get a man through a deployment and then promptly kill him once he's on dry land if he can't touch you immediately."

He kissed the inside of your arm, and you scooted your body a little closer to his. "You can touch me." Your words elicited a deep groan as he slid his big hands along your bare arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kissed your lips, swiping his tongue against yours as his fingers trailed down your sides. You almost cried out when his thumbs grazed the sides of your breasts before he gently squeezed your waist and your hips.

You could invite him to stay over. You didn't think he'd turn you down if you did. But all you could manage to say was, "Bradley," between kisses.

He tipped his head back against the headrest and whispered, "I love the way that sounds." His eyes were glittering in the darkness as he looked at your face and your body, and you remembered his text message from earlier.

I don't want to rush things

It was hard for you to remember that yesterday in your classroom was the first time you touched him. The first time you heard his voice in person. As much as you wanted to lean in close and ask him to stay, instead you kissed his ear and said, "You promised me movie night on your couch. When?"

"Friday?" he asked, kissing along your neck. "Let me end the week with my Gorgeous girl?"

"Yes."

You were afraid you were going to melt right out onto the pavement when he opened his door, but he helped you down and kept his arm wrapped around you. Bradley walked a half step behind you in the darkness all the way to your apartment. While there was no expectation that he was going to join you inside, you ended up pinned against your door, because it didn't seem like he was quite ready to leave yet either. 

He was eager. You could feel it as his lips found your neck again. He smiled against you as he whispered your name in that deep raspy voice. "Since you don't like surprises, I'm telling you right now that you should expect to see me in the parking lot at your school on Monday morning. Sound okay?"

"Oh god, yes," you whined as he released you. There were so many things you wanted to tell him as he put a foot of space between your bodies, really giving you a chance to see his pink cheeks and the way he was breathing deeply. You blurted out, "I'm falling so hard for you."

His crooked little grin was back as he nodded at your door. "Lock it behind you. And when you get in bed, in my sweatshirt, send me another selfie."

"I will," you promised, and you did exactly what he said. A minute after you texted the photo, you got a message back from him.

I think I'm falling even harder.

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I'm so obsessed with them. She was so concerned about that bottle of wine! And he really wasn't lol. Coffee and burgers and a couch date coming up. This story will be 18+ soon. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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[cable-knit-sweater]

Hi Maya!!!! How are you? 🧡

For the Spotify wrapped game, 13 + Stucky? 🥰

Hi honey!! 💛💛 I’m good, having a wonderful day so far 🥰 I hope you’re having a great day too!!

#13 is:

And it felt impossible to pick a lyric, because about 80% of this song could work for stucky 🥺💖 but I went with these:

When you wake // I'll be right there, baby // And when you shake // I'll be shaking with you, honey // And when you get tired of this town // Let me know, we can go somewhere brand new // 'Cause when I lay my head to rest // I hope that it's always next to you

And I really didn’t expect it to get this long lol but I hope you enjoy!! 💕

They’re both so tired.

They’ve both been having nightmares, keeping them up at night. Steve doesn’t even want to imagine what horrors Bucky dreams about - the way he wakes up screaming, shouting or making hurt noises that make Steve’s heart clench painfully, are enough for him to know they can’t go on like this.

Bucky hasn’t been talking about what’s happening. There was a moment there, in Wakanda, when he seemed to be okay, lighter. But maybe a week after they stepped foot back in New York, things changed. Bucky refuses to tell Steve what’s going on, doesn’t speak when he wakes up hoarse and drenched in sweat.

Steve knows it can’t be easy - he has his own demons haunting him at night - but he feels helpless. Like he should be able to do more than just hold Bucky tight on a night that happens, do more than staying up with him until he feels calmer, safer. He just isn’t sure what that is.

It’s about 6 months into this, when they’re both exhausted - because of lack of sleep and mentally - that Bucky seems ready to talk. But what he’s saying…Steve doesn’t want to hear it.

“I think it’s better if I leave,” he says one morning, the two of them blearily drinking coffee in their kitchen, even if it does nothing for them. Steve blinks.

“Leave?” He says, not fully awake to process the meaning of what Bucky’s saying.

“You look like you haven’t slept for weeks, you never go out anymore, and I know it’s because of me Stevie. So I think it’s better if I leave.” His voice is calm, face stubborn. Steve instantly feels more awake when he finally understands what he’s saying.

“No. No Bucky, you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to blame yourself,” he says, angrily - more so with the situation than his boyfriend, angry with himself when he sees how Bucky flinches. He sighs, voice much softer when he speaks again. “I don’t think it’s better if you leave at all. Do you really think that’ll make me sleep better Buck?”

Bucky just shrugs. “Maybe.”

Steve stares at him, can feels his eyes start to burn thinking about what he has to say. “I- if you really want to leave I can’t stop you. I won’t stop you.” He reaches over the kitchen island, grabbing Bucky’s hand. “But can we talk about it first? Promise me you won’t just leave,” he asks, begs.

Bucky squeezes his hand, eyes a little wet. “Promise,” he croaks.

It takes another week for Bucky to talk to him about it. In the meantime, they dance around it. Steve hates it. When will they get a fucking break?

They’re on the couch one evening, a movie playing neither of them is paying much attention to. “I don’t think being here is good for me,” Bucky says suddenly.

“Here? Here as in…” Please god let him not say he means with Steve. He doesn’t think he can survive that. He feels guilty enough as it is that he can’t do anything to make things easier for Bucky.

“I think being in the city…” Steve lets out a rush of breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, “I thought it was a good idea, to go home, go back to normal. But what’s normal even for the two of us right now?”

Steve doesn’t have answer to that, so he says nothing.

“I think…being in Wakanda was good for me,” Bucky says.

“You wanna go back?” Steve asks. He’ll get them on a flight tomorrow, tonight, if that’s what Bucky wants, needs.

“I- I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a magical cure to everything but…the peace and quiet…maybe it’s…” Bucky trails off.

“Yeah, I think I get what you mean,” Steve says, thinking. Bucky turns back to the tv, conversation apparently over.

When they go to bed later that night, Steve sends out a couple of texts before turning off the lights.

It takes another week for everything to be done. They wake up on a Saturday morning, early, after a night full of interrupted sleep. Steve waits until they’re having breakfast to tell him.

“I- I probably should’ve asked you about this earlier,” he says a little sheepishly. Sometimes he’s such an idiot. He got caught up in his plans for them so much he didn’t even ask Bucky first.

Bucky frowns at him, shaking his head. “What did you do?”

“I- well, you don’t have to say yes. But if you want to…” he trails off, opening his texts with Tony to show Bucky what he’s been working on. “Sam can be here in an hour to help us pack. If you want.”

Bucky stares at Steve’s phone for a while, and when he looks up, there are tears in his eyes but a smile on his face. “Yeah. Yeah, I want to.”

Steve smiles back, probably a little too long. He’s just so relieved. “Yeah,” he says, “yeah, okay, I’ll text Sam.”

They’re on the road, most of their belongings packed in the van Sam rented. They’re not taking any furniture, the place comes furnished - thanks to Pepper, who calmly listened to whatever Steve rambled about wanting, who just said she’d get it done, and did - and they’re not too attached to most of the things they have.

It’s not too long of a drive to upstate New York. Before they know it, the bustling city and traffic make way for quieter roads and small towns, until they leave even those behind them, and there’s mostly forrest and farmland.

When they pull up to the house, Steve doesn’t even notice, eyes on Bucky to gauge his reaction. Bucky doesn’t say anything, just looks out the front window of the van, mouth gaping open. “This it?” He finally asks, quietly.

“Yeah Buck. It’s ours, for as long as you want.”

Bucky nods. They sit there for a little while, in silence. “Okay.”

They get out of the van, leaving their things in it for the moment, while they go explore. It’s a renovated farmhouse, with a small piece of land attached, surrounded by forrest. The only sounds are those of the nature around them. It’s not Wakanda, but it’s peaceful. It’s quiet, and it’s theirs, and it could be home.

They walk through the house, going from room to room, Steve following Bucky around, holding his breath a little. When they’re back in the living room, Bucky turns to face him.

He’s smiling. “I- I love it.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks, unable to keep the relief out of his voice.

“Yeah,” Bucky says, pulling Steve in for a hug. “Thank you,” he murmurs into Steve’s neck. They stay like that for who knows how long, just holding each other tight, before they make their way back to the van to bring their boxes and suitcases in.

They pack away half of their things that same day, and by the time they have dinner the place feels even more like theirs. When they fall asleep that night, both tired of the move, it’s one of the easier nights they’ve had in a while.

It doesn’t magically change everything. But going away was the right move. A fresh start. He can feel things change. He can see Bucky opening up more, slowly making his way to being ready to talk about the things that haunt him. He can see how the both of them are more at ease, here, just them. Just them, and eventually, cats and dogs and chickens and goats.

Bucky starts to go to therapy - over zoom. They settle into a new life, a new home, taking care of their animals, learning new hobbies, relearning about themselves and each other.

It’s six months later. Steve’s just coming inside from locking up the animals for the night, kicking off his boots in the mud room and hanging up his coat. He hears sounds from the kitchen, the tap turning off as Bucky finishes doing the dishes from their dinner. He goes to him, wrapping his arms around Bucky and pressing his chest to Bucky’s back, his head in the crook of his neck. He can feel Bucky smile against him.

Eventually, they let go, going to the couch to watch a movie. They’ve found a couple of new favorites they often rewatch - a lot of them animated movies or set in space - but they try something new all the time, and tonight, Bucky puts on a romcom and they curl up together on the couch. Steve misses half of it, too busy staring at Bucky, who’s completely hooked on the story, laughing and cringing and giving running commentary.

He just looks at Bucky, at how beautiful his face looks when he laughs, thinking about how in awe he is of him, his strength, his ability to feel and express so much joy after all they’ve been through. Steve doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy, this at peace. He thinks it’s probably true for the both of them.

When the movie finishes, they get ready for bed. Maybe Steve is as much of a sap as Bucky accuses him to be sometimes, feeling a rush of emotion come over him when the realization sets in that this is their life now, while they’re brushing their teeth side by side. Working on the farm, cooking, drawing, reading, dancing, watching movies. Just all the domestic things he never thought they’d have, not like this, not as peacefully or as joyfully as it’s been in recent weeks.

They’re both a little tired. The good kind, the one after a long but satisfying day.

They fall asleep easily, that night, every night - heads on the same pillow, completely intertwined.

[thanxx1117]

4, 10 and 12 with hyunjae please 🥺 plot idkkkk maybe reader starting arguments on purpose and hyunjae snaps

I hope you like this! 🥰

Apologies for any misspelled words and incorrect grammar. 💋

You knew what you were getting into when agreeing to date Hyunjae. He came home late almost every night. Always tired after his long day of practice.

Most of the time when you would try and make a move after he got home he would turn you down saying he was too tired and when he didn't make an excuse and did agree you would be doing all the work. But not today.

You decided to start a fight. Why? Because angry Hyunjae is what you needed right now. You needed him to take control and for lack of a better term... Fuck you within an inch of your life. So here you are standing in front of the mirror taking yourself in.

HIS over sized t-shirt? Check

Hair up and out of the way? Check

No panties? Check

"Hey Y/N I'm home!" you hear him call from the living room and you put on your best fake angry face. You walk over to the door frame of your bedroom that faces the living room and lean on it.

Hyunjae is dressed in a pair of grey sweats and a black tee that hugs his body just the right way to have heat pooling at your center already. His hair is partially wet from the shower he probably took before heading home and you're about to abort mission and just ask him nicely when he yawns and that's your cue.

"Yup" you say walking past him into the kitchen not sparing him a look or the hug that he holds his arms out for.

"What's wrong Love?" he asks as he follows you into the kitchen. You decide to ignore him. What better way to get under his skin then to pretend he just isn't there. you try to walk past him when he grabs your wrist spinning you around. The look on his face can only be described as pure confusion.

"Nothing." you try to yank your arm away but his grip is too tight. "Now let go of me."

"Not until you tell me what's going on with you." his voice is so sweet. you almost hate to do this to him. Almost.

"You wanna know what's wrong?" the exasperation in your voice sounds so real you almost convince yourself that you're actually angry. "I'm so tired of being here doing everything for you and you refuse to acknowledge it. I'm cleaning the house. I'm making sure that everything is okay around here. And what are you doing?"

You give his a second to reply but all you get is the same confused look so you continue.

"You're out flirting with fans and having fun with the boys." he goes to speak but you cut him off with your closing statement hoping it works.

"And you can't even fuck me like you should."

"Watch your mouth." His eyes go dark. Tongue in cheek. Grip tightening. Your plan worked. He spins on his heels dragging you out of the kitchen behind him. You're about to say something when he sits down on the couch yanking you on top of him.

It's no time and he is crashing your lips into his with bruising force. One hand tangling in your hair while the other finds it's way between your legs. He pulls your hair to bring your face away from his and looks you straight in the eyes.

"No panties huh?" he says as he runs his thumb between your folds and smirks. "your awfully wet for someone who thinks I can't fuck them right."

"You still haven't proven you can." you show

He stands up with you in his arms. He turns around dropping you down onto the couch. His hands grab your knees opening them up. He kneels with one knee between your legs while his other foot stays placed on the floor beside the couch as he looms over you.

He hikes up your shirt above your breasts where he realizes you aren't wearing a bra either. He just scoffs and continues. He leans down connecting your lips. You're so wrapped up in the kiss that you don't realize that his hand is making its way up your thigh until he's running his middle finger over your entrance causing your hips to buck up.

" What are y-" he pulls away from the kiss and hushes you before pushing one finger into your entrance pushing it in and out with a fairly steady pace. A few minutes pass and pushing his ring finger in beside his middle. But instead of his previous in and out he pushes them as far as he can before making a come here motion rubbing right over your g-spot causing you to let out the loudest moan you've let out in awhile.

He gets the most evil smile on his face and picks up his pace. You can feel the build up in your lower stomach as you start to clutch around his fingers. His thumbs connects with your clit and your being thrown over the edge. Your back arches off the couch.

You start to come down but you noticed he's not stopping your starting to feel over stimulated when he swaps out the thumb on your clit for his tongue. The over stimulation is starting to be too much so you try to close your legs.

"open them back up." he demands after pulling his mouth away from you but still moving his fingers. You whine and shake your head no. "Don't make me repeat myself." He all but growls at you as one hand forces one of your knees into the couch.

You spread your legs and he dives back in with his tongue as he overstimulates you and you can feel another orgasm approaching. You close your eyes as it crashes over you stronger than the first. so distracted by it that you don't notice his free hand has freed himself from his jeans.

He removes his hand and mouth and you think that he's done punishing you but seconds later he's pushing his cock into you setting up a punishing pace right away.

"Hyunjae." you moan. He ignores. "Babe." you plead. He ignores. You try to push his hips away but he just pins them above your head with one hand. "Too much." the pleasure is mixed with the pain of overstimulation.

"You're the one who said I can't fuck you like I should. I'm just proving I can." He replies picking up the pace as tears start to come to your eyes. Part of you is ready to fess up that this was all a ruse but deep down you know that he knows.

Your pushed over the edge again and again he doesn't stop just leans over and envelops your mouth with his to muffle your wines and moans. Tears are freely falling down your cheeks when he pulls away. He looks down and take all of you in. Your bruised lips. Your swollen clit. Your tear stained cheeks with mascara running down them. he slows his thrusts

"Don't ever.." a deep thrust.

"Say I don't..." another deep thrust.

"know how to fuck you..." one more

"again" his hand grabs your throat with the perfect amount of pressure as he picks up his pace again. You nod not being able to talk from the amount of crying you're doing.

"I love when you cry for me." He leans in kissing you softer than you think he would and your cumming for a forth time and he's right behind you. The sexiest noise you've ever heard comes from low in his throat as his pace slows to help you both ride out your orgasms.

You lay there for awhile catching your breath before he silently gets up putting on going to the bathroom that's attached to the living room and returning with warm wet was cloths to clean you up with. You both stay silent until he's done and he looks up at you.

"So did you change your mind?" he says with the most mesmerizing smile ever.

"Shut up." You roll your eyes and try to stand up but your legs give out and you fall back onto the couch causing Hyunjae to laugh. You glare at him before you start to laugh too before cuddling up to him and drifting off to sleep.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

The Words | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I hope y’all enjoy this quick lil thing I came up with while in horrific traffic 🥴

Send any comments, questions, and/or suggestions my way 🥰

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily @breakablebarnes 💘

Warning: PTSD, anxiety

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No more than three seconds ago, Bucky had been standing right behind you, grabbing a few plums from the produce section while you checked your grocery list. When you'd turned around to ask if he wanted you to grab him some potatoes to go with dinner, he was gone. He'd somehow completely disappeared without you noticing, making a silent getaway thanks to his old training, no doubt. Your heart raced as you searched for him, abandoning your grocery cart and scanning every aisle for him, fearing that he might've had a panic attack and didn't want to bother you with it.

After what felt like forever, you found him on a bench outside with his head bowed. "Buck..?" you called as you made your way over to him, "is everything okay?" His head snapped up when he heard your voice, and you saw a bit of the tension in his face melt away. "Hey, what are you doing out here?" you asked as you sat down next to him, placing a hand on his knee. He sighed and shook his head, absentmindedly playing with his dog tags and letting them clink against his vibranium fingers.

"It's not that big of a deal, really," he said flatly, "I shouldn't have let it bother me." You stared at his tense features, watching as the muscles in his jaw flared ever so slightly. "Some guy- some asshole in there thought it would be funny-" he cleared his throat and gave your hand a squeeze before continuing, "I don’t know how but, he knew those words- he knew them and he stood right next to me, muttering them under his breath...like it was a joke, or something".

Your heart sank and you gave his hand a squeeze, watching as a tortured expression flickered behind his stormy eyes. "I know they don't technically have an affect on me anymore, but- I still hate hearing them." A deep sigh left his lips and he shook his head a bit, trying to rid his mind of the horrifying memories associated with those words. "Well of course you don't like hearing them, Buck..that makes perfect sense," you reassured him.

"I don't know...I just feel like I should be over it by now, I guess," he shrugged, letting a sad smile flash across his face. "As far as I'm concerned, you never have to get over it. You had some fucked up stuff happen to you, babe, you deserve to take your time," you murmured, "There is no deadline for healing".

He nodded and leaned toward you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Come on, let's finish shopping," he muttered with a sigh. You stood up with him, but held him back from walking back inside. "Oh, I don't think that's a good idea..." you stated, "cause if I see the guy who did this, I'm gonna straight up commit murder in the cereal aisle or something". Bucky's head fell back in a laugh and he pulled you tight against his chest. "Oh, so now you're gonna go all Winter Soldier on some guy in the middle of a grocery store?" he teased.

"I just might!" you replied, "If someone messes with you, they mess with me". He left a kiss on your forehead, and you felt his smile pressed against you skin.

"Alright then," he said, "so if we're not going back inside...pizza tonight?"

[ssa-baby-outlaw]

9-1-1 S3 EP4

• you cannot title an episode 'triggered' and expect it not to trigger me

• BUCK IN A WHITE SHIRT AND TIE KILL ME NOW I AM DEAD MEN IN UNIFORMS OWN MY SOUL

• his ID clipped on his belt is affecting me more than it should

• Hen and karen are so cute

• Very happy for them having a kid but I still dont support ivf

• "You dont know math"

• Jealous buck! Jealous buck!

• "You replaced me"

• Once again I'm calling for the #maddiebuckleyprotectionsquad

• "Who's protecting you" dont hit buck where it hurts

• Also I think maddie could have a much better haircut

• They really did replace buck with that new girl, she has chemistry with eddie and she's doing the climbing

• I really dont need to be seeing car crashes while I'm planning my road trip

• Why does that 10 year old kid have more emotional range than some of these oscar nominees

• The Buckley's parents really fucked up their kids, neither of them realise that they have support

• This dinner is so awkward

• Maddie is serving so hard

• Holy fuck is she gonna kill him

• Nah she just wanted to run him over a lil

• Is someones hand gonna get blended?

• Hen is such a badass

• My God chim is so loving, husband material right there

• Hen playing with karens hair🥺🥰

• Eddie's dad voice is about to send me to sleep I feel so safe

• Eddie's love language is touch right? Like it must be because whenever he comforts Christopher it's always with touch and he find it difficult to express himself with words and it just makes how close physically he is to buck all the time that much sweeter

• It's so painful to watch buck tell bobby he's suing him