#firefighter!james x reader

[redwing4life]

Home Cooked Meal

CHAPTER 4 | ASHES TO EMBERS

can be read as a stand alone :)

PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut (finally) - dirty talk, pet names, oral f and m receiving, fingering, tit play, praise kink, hand kink?, ball play, hair pulling, unprotected PinV sex, aftercare, reader and bucky have dinner, swearing, fluff, let me know if i missed anything!

SUMMARY: You surprise Bucky with a home cooked meal after his shift, and it’s the best damn thing he’s had in years. The pasta was pretty good too.

WORD COUNT: 10550 (ngl i rechecked this three times cuz i didn’t think i wrote this much but turns out i did in fact write over 10k words im sorry lmao)

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Call me when you get home x

Your text still sits on Bucky’s lock screen, read but not opened, as he gets changed out of his work clothes.

It’s fair to say that the message intrigued him when he first read it half an hour ago, just before he left the firehouse. His legs sped up your building stairwell faster than normal, desperate to find out why you’re awaiting his call.

Knowing you would have said so if you were in immediate danger, Bucky sifts through the multitude of possibilities that await him on the other side of the ring tone; none of which ease the butterflies in his stomach.

He walks to his kitchen, phone in hand, to get a glass of orange juice. Pulling up your contact page, he presses ‘call’ and grabs the carton of juice from the fridge door.

You answer after just one ring, eager to hear his voice.

“Hey, Barnes!” God, Bucky loves your voice.

“Doll.” His voice is soft, tone rising at the end with curiosity. “You asked me to call, what’s up?”

The firefighter swoons at the adorable giggle you let out, the sound distant from the mic as though you’ve tried to hide it. “I was worried you didn’t see my text.” You admit.

Bucky pictures you biting your lip anxiously, an accurate prediction for your current state.

“What are you doing right now?”

Glancing down at the yet-to-be-filled glass in front of him, Bucky leans a hand against the kitchen island. “Just about to get a drink, what are-“

“Don’t!” You cut in. “Don’t get a drink, I need you to come over.”

“What, now? What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong, James. Just come knock, okay? I’ll see you in a minute!”

And with that, the call cuts off with a dull beep; Bucky brings the phone down from his ear and stares at it in confusion. You’re being weird, never having hung up on him like that before.

Alpine meows from above the fridge, drawing her owner’s attention away from the phone, only to tilt her head at him.

Even Alps is confused.

Deciding to just do what you told, Bucky slips his phone into the pocket of his dark jeans, returns the orange juice to the fridge and sets off for the front door. He finds himself checking over his appearance in the entry way mirror, eyes scanning over his outfit before he smooths out his hair.

Although he won’t admit it, Bucky’s spent a lot more time in front of that mirror lately; checking his collar isn’t twisted, his hair isn’t too messy and there’s nothing stuck in his teeth. The need to look good, to look good for you, hasn’t gone unnoticed by his colleagues.

He considers using the spare key you gave him and letting himself into your apartment but shakes the thought away.

She asked you to knock, Bucky. Not break in.

With one final nod in the mirror, Bucky leaves his apartment, stepping into the hallway he’s spent so many mornings and nights in with you.

Old jazz music greets his ears when he approaches your door, the soft melody sneaking through the cracks of the door frame. Bucky smiles to himself at the thought of you dancing in your kitchen, heart warming when he notices your humming.

Knocking thrice, the firefighter steps back and nervously stuffs his hands into his pockets. You always make him nervous, those darn butterflies stirring in his stomach whenever he’s about to see you. And when he does see you. Actually, they’re there even when he imagines seeing you.

He takes a breath when he hears you shuffling up to the door, but nothing could prepare him for the sight when it swings open.

Rusty red fabric flows from your neckline to the middle of your thighs, small flowers dotted over the slightly orange colour. Two thin straps perched on your shoulders leave plenty of skin on show as your usual sun-pendant necklace sits between the v-neck of your dress. Which, by the way, perfectly presents the soft swell of your breasts.

It takes everything Bucky has to not drool at his breathtaking neighbour, but it takes even more to not dive on you and finally taste those pink lips.

Your skin is ablaze beneath his eyes and you revel in his reaction, the exact response you wanted when you pulled on the dress two hours ago.

“We’re matching.” You grin, taking a moment to enjoy Bucky’s red henley.

“It’s almost like we planned it.” A chuckle escapes him, eyes trailing up from your thighs to meet yours.

“Speaking of plans,” You reach out to pull Bucky closer, tugging his forearms until he pulls his hands out of his pockets, “I have a surprise for you.”

Is it letting me look at you in that dress all evening? Your neighbour thinks - hopes - as you lead him into your apartment.

Closing the door behind him, you take his hand in yours once more to guide him to your little kitchen/diner area. If you weren’t looking ahead, you’d see Bucky’s cheeks flushed pink at your touch. Seeing your hand encompassed with his own will never fail to drive him crazy.

When he eventually looks up from your joined hands, he’s stunned to a halt. You turn back to him when you feel him plant his feet and your features twist into a nervous expression.

“I- Doll, what is all this?” The firefighters eyes are wide at your ‘surprise’.

Your small dining table is set up for two; cream place mats lay beneath charcoal gray pasta dishes with wine glasses sitting at their corners. There’s even a little vase with pink and yellow tulips in between the two spaces.

“Well, remember that time when you told me you haven’t had a proper home cooked meal in years?” You watch Bucky closely as you speak, waiting for some sign of approval.

“You mean this morning?” He turns to you in wonder, thinking back to your conversation as he gave you a lift to the cafe. “I don’t know what to say, doll.”

You roll back on your heels, hands scrunching your dress at your sides. “Is it okay? I know it’s a little cheesy and it’s last minute but I thought it would be a nice surprise for you after working all day. I mean, it’s not exactly at your home but it’s pretty cl-“

Bucky takes two long strides towards you and brings his hands to cup your cheeks; your words die on your tongue when he looks down at you with tender eyes.

“It’s perfect, Y/n.” He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek bone. “You could feed me Alpine’s food and i’d still bow at your feet, sweets.”

Now you’re the one blushing. You heart skips when Bucky’s eyes drop to your lips with hunger in his gaze.

“Always so good to me, aren’t ya?” His words tempt a whimper from deep within you, a submissive whine held back by the last of your restraint.

“Well-“

The oven beeps, its sharp tone darting between your bodies and making you step back from Bucky’s hold.

“Uhh” Your mind is all over the place as the firefighter watches you with amusement, “I- I should, I mean- the pasta must be-“

“Go, doll.” Bucky shakes his head laughing quietly.

Your dress sways as you spin away to the stove, stirring various pots and tidying up the counters. Your neighbour watches you in awe, unashamedly enjoying the view; you just look so goddamn sexy in that cute little dress while you cook for him. He wishes he could come home to this every night.

“You need a hand with anything, doll?” Bucky’s voice sounds from behind you.

“Actually, yeah!” You glance over your shoulder. “Come here.”

If you keep bossing him about, Bucky’s gonna struggle not to tear that sweet little sundress right off you.

Settling in at your side, Bucky cocks his head. “What d’ya need?”

You scoop some of the creamy tomato sauce onto a spoon and bring it to Bucky’s lips. “Try this for me.”

With bated breath, you watch his full lips wrap around the end of the spoon, his eyes bearing into yours as he drags the sauce into his mouth.

Bucky has no business looking as dirty as he does in this moment; you watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows before his tongue juts out to catch a few missed drops. And just when you thought your panties would survive the sight, a moan ripples from his throat and you clench around nothing at the sound.

“Good?” You murmur, hoping he doesn’t notice when you cross your legs.

He notices.

“Delicious,” Bucky takes the spoon from your hand and stretches across you to place it back in the pan, his right hand brushing against the small of your back, “you did great, sweets.”

Fuck. Me.

You regather your composure and ask Bucky to get the wine from the fridge. He pours you both a glass, setting them back on the dining table gently before returning the bottle to its home.

“Hey, could you bring the bowls over, please?” You call over your shoulder.

You plate up the sauce coated pasta while Bucky places the dirty pans in the sink, both working around each other like a fine tuned machine.

Before you can do it yourself, Bucky is picking up the bowls and laying them on the place mats, winking at you as he does so. He pulls your chair out for you, nodding for you to join him.

“For you, Madame.” He jokes, allowing you to sit down while tucking you in.

You watch him round the table and take his own seat. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

Bucky grins at you. The orange glow of sunset shines through your windows, catching your features with grace. Your eyes shine beneath the light and Bucky can’t help but find you angelic.

“You’re beautiful, doll. I don’t know if I said that earlier but, god, you look stunning tonight.”

Dropping your head, you play with the hem of your dress shyly. Your hair falls into your face, forcing you to push it behind your ears, though Bucky wishes he was close enough to do it himself.

With rose tinted cheeks, you look up at Bucky through your lashes. “You say that to all your neighbours, Barnes?” You raise a brow with your teasing voice.

Bucky throws his head back and laughs heartily, a sound you’ve come to adore.

“Only the ones who cook for me.” He winks.

“Doesn’t Ms Scott bring you pies every couple weeks?”

“And I tell her she looks ravishing every time.”

You giggle and tell Bucky to dig in, though you could happily sit and talk all night. While you both stop every now and then for a forkful of food, conversation bounces between you as it always does.

Tonight isn’t much different to a typical evening with the firefighter next door; usually you share some snacks and beers, cozying up on the couch as you watch tv. It’s become ritual for you to send Bucky a video of you playing the piano each evening, his phone playing the video on loop as he sleeps. It’s strange, but the music creeps into his dreams and keeps them peaceful, keeps him away from that burning building.

It’s been a few weeks since the night he was sent home early. Both you and Bucky felt a shift that night; waking up in his arms left you craving more, though you’ve yet to tell him as much. You left him sleeping peacefully that morning when you left for work with only a couple hours of sleep under your belt.

Bucky hated waking up to find the other side of his bed empty, no longer feeling your heat. The note you left him eased the disappointment slightly, your neat handwriting promising to come back in your breaks. Neither of you have addressed how right it felt to sleep beside each other that night, despite spending all of your free time together with unspoken words hanging over you.

Instead, you dance around each other like two ghosts doomed to never touch. The bond between you is stronger than any you’ve ever had, the magnetic lure undeniable for you both.

Your glasses have been emptied and refilled twice now - dinner long since been finished - and you’re starting to feel the buzz; those butterflies in your stomach have turned into a swarm of confidence, your brain taking a backseat from its usual overthinking.

“You expect me to believe that you broke down the door before Sam could? The same guy who beat you at your physical a few weeks back?” You tease the brunette, a challenging brow raised at his rather unimpressed face.

“What are you trying to say there, doll?”

Bucky’s jaw clenches when you tilt your head slightly, eyes shining with amusement beneath the exposed hanging light bulbs.

“Nothing to worry your cute little head about.” You watch Bucky relax into his chair slightly as you reach for your glass with a smirk. “Just that I doubt Sam has any difficulty kicking a door down, not with the way he’s built.”

The scoff to end all scoffs ripples from your neighbours throat; his bright blue orbs glare into you and his features twist into a scowl. Oh if looks could kill…

Bucky’s tone is flat, “Didn’t know you were such an admirer of Wilson’s build, Y/n.”

The lack of a pet name sends your confidence wavering, but not enough to keep you from having a little fun.

“Well, you know,” You bring the glass to your lips, “he’s hardly difficult to miss.”

Watching the deep ruby liquid pass over your lips, Bucky fights to hide the fury that’s flooding his veins, forced to look away from your smug grin.

He knows, he knows, that you’re lying through your teeth, trying to get a rise out of his usually impenetrable facade, and yet he can’t help but feel jealous.

Bucky’s painfully aware that he has no right to feel so possessive, not when he lays no claim to you. But the twist of his stomach is proof that he doesn’t much care.

“Maybe I should just give you his number and you can cook him a meal next time.” Bucky grumbles.

“Oh, that’s alright, I already have his number.”

You’ve never seen Bucky’s head snap up as quickly as it just did, his gaze pinning you to your spot.

“You what?”

Gently, you place your glass back on the table. “Yeah, Steve gave him my number last week so he could get in touch.”

The fire in those blue eyes burns brighter with each word, his body so still that his chest is barely moving when he breathes. In fact, you’re not even sure if he is breathing. Hell, he’s not even sure if he’s breathing.

“Is that right?” Bucky’s gruff voice is laced with possessiveness, the low tone travelling straight to your panties till you swear you feel yourself throb. You wonder briefly if you have a jealousy kink and the sweet arousal dripping from your cunt only confirms your suspicions.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, “In fact, i’m going out for coffee with him next week.”

“Huh.”

Bucky’s chair screeches against the hardwood floor as he pushes himself back. You follow his movements with amused eyes when he stands up and grabs your plates before storming to the kitchen. You twist in your chair, watching him place the dishes in the sink and flick on the tap.

“James, what are you doing?” You ask.

“What does it look like i’m doing?” Oh he’s grumpy, grumpy.

Bucky’s shoulders are tense beneath his tight henley, his sleeves now rolled up as he starts scrubbing at the plates. It’s quiet while he concentrates on his work, only accompanied by the music still flowing from your speaker.

From the corner of his eye, the firefighter sees you rise from your chair, ears honed in on the sound of your feet pattering towards him.

It’s now hard for Bucky to focus on anything but your breath on his neck, goosebumps littered across his skin like a rash. You stand right behind him, tracing your fingers up from the small of his back; Bucky’s muscles tense momentarily before melting at your touch, just like always.

“Ask me why i’m seeing Sam next week.” You order, hands still roaming the taut fabric on Bucky’s back. The command makes him pause and clench his eyes shut. Why are you making him talk about this when it’s tearing him apart?

The brunette turns in your hold but you don’t release him, instead settling your hands on his waist.

“Why are you seeing him, doll?” Bucky sounds despondent, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks down at you.

“He asked me to teach his nephews to play the piano, Buck. I’m meeting him and the boys on Wednesday, Sarah too.”

A shocked ‘What’ tumbles from his lips as the information sinks in, his frown slowly falling away as he processes your words.

“Yeah…” You grin, though it’s more like a smirk, content with yourself proving he was jealous.

In a desperate attempt to save his ego, Bucky rolls his eyes playfully. “I knew you weren’t really attracted to that dumbass.”

You scoff and pat his chest lightly. “Sure you did, Barnes. Now scoot, you wash ‘em, i’ll dry ‘em.”

With his hands on his hips, he stays still as you nudge your way to his side, stretching to the window sill where your dish towels lay. Bucky’s never been in this position before, it’s always him who’s teasing you; this is new territory for him and it irks him that you riled him up so easily.

Once he shakes his head clear, the firefighter returns to face the sink and starts washing the dishes again. You wait patiently while he works, humming along to whichever song is playing.

“You like the old stuff, huh doll?” Bucky grins warmly at the slight sway of your hips, your radiance beaming like a lantern.

You giggle sheepishly and bite your lip, unknowingly sending Bucky spiralling. “I thought it was fitting for tonight, really leaning into the whole ‘housewife’ role.”

He raises a brow, “Does that make me your doting husband then, sweets?”

Realising what you said, your cheeks heat up instantly and your eyes widen. You attempt to backtrack but your words stumble over one another as though you’re a little school girl.

Bucky, however, is basking in the familiarity of control; your rosy cheeks never fail to bring a smile to his face, and boy is he beaming right now.

“I meant- It’s- You know what I meant, James.” You shoot daggers at him, though the idea of being married to your neighbour sends your heart into overdrive.

That swoon-worthy laugh greets your ears with haste, Bucky’s eyes crinkled at the corners as his chest reverberates with its force. It’s impossible to bite back the grin that’s fighting its way onto your lips.

Small tendrils of chestnut hair tumble from behind his ears, begging to be pushed back, but the buzz from the wine has dulled and you can’t find the confidence to do it, no matter how much Bucky’s eyes are pleading you to.

“You know, it’s sweet of you to teach the boys how to play.” He looks at you in adoration, the image of you spending time with Sam’s nephews triggering a warmth to spread in his chest.

A breathy laugh escapes you as your gaze falls to the kitchen counter. You blush at the compliment and slowly start drying the dishes again.

“Do you spend much time with them?” You ask with a brief glance his way.

Bucky shrugs, “Yeah, Sarah is always throwing barbecues for the squad. They’re good kids, and I bet they’ll love you!”

“Oh God, I hope so. I’ve never taught before and i’m scared they’ll hate me and i’ll destroy their dreams and-” You ramble away without noticing the frown tugging at your neighbours brows.

“Teach me.”

Huh?

“What?” You freeze.

“You said you’ve never taught before,” Bucky steps closer to you, his cologne swarming around you like a warm hug, “so practise on me. Teach me something.”

You almost laugh at his words, mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that he’s joking. But Bucky doesn’t move, his blue eyes study your own, body so still that you fail to conjure a laugh. He’s not joking.

Hesitation is written across your features, drawing a single shake of Bucky’s head. “Come on, sweets. Please? For me?” He pleads.

“Okay.”

It’s scary how quickly you succumb to Bucky’s wishes; you fear you’d do awful things if only he asked and you’d even do it with a smile. You’re so doomed.

With a triumphant grin, Bucky plucks the dish cloth and plate from your grasp and carefully places them on the sink’s edge, before taking your hand in his and guiding you to your piano.

Nerves prickling beneath your skin, you trail behind him and silently revel in his touch. It’s hard to not stare at his perfect body as you stumble around furniture, the sharp muscles of his shoulders rippling as he tugs you with him. Flicking off the speaker on the way, you fall onto the small piano stool beside Bucky, and with such little room, your left thigh is pressed up against his. The solid curve of his muscles prod into your flesh and yet despite the fluttering it causes in your stomach, you’re far more focused on his hands.

From the bulge of his toned biceps to the trail of prominent veins in his forearms, your eyes drag down Bucky’s arms till you pause at the sight of his large hands. They lay spread across the span of his thighs, his right pinky finger mere atoms away from your exposed skin where your dress has ridden up. You find yourself craving the sparks that alight with his touch, so you adjust your position to make sure your leg brushes against his hand.

It certainly hasn’t gone amiss to the firefighter that you’ve taken a liking to his hands. Sure, he’s caught you staring at them before, but the hunger in your gaze right now is greater than ever.

The corner of Bucky’s lip turns up into a smirk as he reaches for your hands once more, lifting them to rest on the ivory keys of your piano.

“Wanna hear you play me something before you give me a lesson.” He admits, his words more of a demand than a question.

When you fail to respond, still caught up in scanning the crevices of his calloused hands, Bucky nudges your shoulder.

You shake your head with a dazed frown, “Huh?”

A playful chuckle falls from his pink lips, “I said play me something, sweets, before you start teachin’ me.”

You giggle sheepishly, sighing an ‘Oh’ before you gather your thoughts. Bucky returns his hands to his lap - a movement you struggle to ignore - giving you free rein of the instrument.

Running through some songs you could teach him, you settle for one of your favourites, or more accurately, one of Bucky’s favourites. The cool surface of the keys is harsh beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the Bucky-induced-heat flushing through your veins, hands stretching into place as you prepare the opening chords.

Rhythmic tones swarm around the two of you as you begin playing, masterfully dancing across the keys like it’s a second language. Your graceful motions always bring Bucky to a halt as you entrap him in your art.

He recognises the song straight away, lips turning up at the sweet melody. You didn’t even have to ask to know what he wanted to hear, you just knew. Bucky’s head feels light at the sight before him. A knowing grin has settled on your soft lips, your body ever so lightly swaying to the music, clearly getting lost the sounds.

It’s impossible not to feel the adoring stare of your neighbour, no matter how hard you try to ignore it. Warmth is pooling in the depths of your heart where it feels like you’re bleeding out, your love for Bucky forcing out the blood till the only thing circulating through your veins is him. No longer able to cope with the feelings swarming within you, your fingers abruptly stop mid song before you turn to look up at the firefighter.

“Okay, your go.” You state, but when Bucky raises a bemused brow your way, you continue to instruct him. “Come on. You’re gonna do the left hand, I’ll do the right.”

“Yes Ma’am!” Bucky chimes with a mock salute, earning him a glare.

It takes a few tries to move his fingers into the correct positions, both because he’s apparently wholeheartedly incapable of doing what you say but also because you may or may not zone out every time the veins of his hands stick out as he moves. But it’s still entirely his fault though. Entirely. ‘Maybe like 98% his fault. That’s seems fair.’ You think.

“There you go!” You cheer when the firefighter successfully plays the right notes in tandem.

“Would you look at that, not so useless after all.” Bucky winks at you and you blush lightly.

Glancing at him hopefully, you ask him to play the first chord you taught him.

“Oh, umm-“ He stutters, fingers flailing about and pressing random keys in search of the right pattern.

“Here, let me…” You chuckle sweetly at how utterly lost he looks and move to help him.

Leaning forward, you drag Bucky’s fingers over the ridges of ivorite, slowly placing them on the correct keys. You feel his lust-filled eyes trained on your face while you work, though it’s getting harder and harder to focus under his stare.

A frown tugs at your brows when your mind goes blank as to where Bucky needs to put his left hand, his still-wandering gaze burning into you and spreading to your cunt faster than you care to admit.

Of course, Bucky notices your breath quickening, chest stumbling up and down with shaky pants. His proximity is intoxicating and the will to fight it is slowly slipping past you, fingers itching to trace up Bucky’s thick arms to his neck so you can finally pull his lips to yours.

Bucky reads every inch of your skin like he’s studying for an exam. From the clench of your jaw to your eyes fluttering shut, he knows that he’s winning this tussle for control.

“Bucky…” You breathe, the wavering sigh rolling from your tongue like a stray secret.

“Yes, doll?” Bucky smirks with glinting eyes and you bite back a whimper.

Opening your eyes, you keep them trained on where yours rest on his. “I can’t focus with you looking at me like that.”

Bucky knows exactly what you mean but he can’t help but toy with you. “Like what?” He cocks his head with faux innocence that fools no one.

You turn to look up at the firefighter, eyes meeting his half lidded ones, the blue of his eyes barely visible behind his lust-blown pupils but the blue you can see is so impossible dark that you wonder if they were ever light in the first place.

Taking a breath, you wet your lips so briefly that Bucky nearly misses it. Nearly. “Like you want to kiss me.” You say, barely above a whisper.

“Oh,” Bucky sighs, leaning in closer, “I want to do much more than that.”

Your body is alight with need. Craving his touch, a breach of the barrier between you, you practically whine your reply. “Then why are you just staring?”

“Well, I wanna remember you like this; sweet, angelic, so perfect in your little sundress.“

With the back of his hand, Bucky nudges the hem of your dress higher till his whole hand is spread against your thigh. You quash the aching desire to glance at where your bodies meet and lock your eyes on Bucky’s, whose lips are turned into a knowing smirk.

“Gotta savour it while I can.” He says as he pushes his palm further to your inner thigh, his pinky finger mere inches from your heat.

“Why?” You ask, heart racing.

It dawns on you that you may actually pass out when the firefighter leans in close to you, nose pushing your hair aside to expose the soft skin of your neck which now sits defenceless to his advances. The heat of his breath is electrifying, lips nearing your pulse point eagerly.

Bucky’s lips ghost over your skin as he explains, “Cause once I’ve had my way with you, you’re gonna be a hot fucking mess, sweets.”

A breathy moan tumbles from the depths of you chest at the crude insinuations of his words; your eyes flutter shut, an unintentional reaction that you’re grateful for as it hides the way your pupils roll to the back of your head.

Through the dark span of your eyelids, you picture exactly how Bucky will make you a hot fucking mess. Spread legs with his tongue delving through your folds, back arched as he pounds into your pussy with vigour, his hands guiding your hips back to meet his as he fucks you from behind. The images bear too much for you yet you can’t stop picturing the salacious scenes, not when your neighbour is pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.

“James…” You sigh, voice carrying the weight of a thousand pleas.

“Yeah? Is that what you want?”

Nodding your head desperately, you whine, unable to form any words beneath his sinful tongue.

“Words, doll.” Bucky says, lips hovering over your ear. He’s struggling to hold back but can’t let himself touch you the way he wants to until he hears you spell it out for him.

Turning your head slowly, you peer at Bucky with half-lidded eyes and a slack-jaw. “I want you, James. Please.”

That’s all it takes to disintegrate the final remnants of the firefighter’s self-control before his full lips meet your own with a hunger that’s been brewing for months.

Bucky’s lips glide across yours, slotting between your own so easily it’s got you believing this is not your first kiss. It’s soft and sweet but so goddamn sensual that you can’t help but moan into his mouth, the now open gap giving him the perfect chance to slide his tongue inside.

You bring your hands up Bucky’s body and rest them on his neck, fingers tentatively feeding through the hair at the nape of his neck while you jostle for control of the kiss.

Forced to pull back for breath, you take a peek only to find those strikingly blue eyes already on yours.

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky whispers, “you don’t know how long I’ve been waitin’ for this.”

“Probably not as long as I have.” You scoff.

“Then let me make up for lost time.”

“Wait, what do y-“

Within moments, Bucky is lifting your legs over the bench and is knelt between them, his large hands teasing the hem of your dress as he keeps your thighs spread apart.

Your mouth is agape with surprise while you grab onto the piano behind you for stability, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through your veins. And as if he can read your anxious thoughts, Bucky looks up at you with the most sincere expression across his soft features.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, despite the deep desire shining in his eyes. He wants you more than anything, but he needs to know you want him too.

It’s an easy answer and you’re shaking your head faster than you care to admit, but the memory of Bucky’s prior words flash through your mind and you still just as quick.

“No.”

Watching intently as he runs a hand from your ankle up to your knee, the firefighter rolls his bottom lip between his teeth when your breath hitches.

“Then promise me you’ll tell me if that changes?” Bucky asks.

You reach down and run your fingers through his chestnut locks, tucking the few loose strands behind his ear.

“I promise.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweets.”

A hearty laugh reverberates through you, but you’re quickly silenced by Bucky’s lips on your inner thigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. He kisses his way up to your heat, slowly pushing your dress higher and higher till the only thing between you and his mouth is the crimson lace panties covering your mound.

A sound you can only describe as a growl ripples through the room and you glance down at your neighbour to find him practically drooling at the sight of you. But then his eyes are on yours, his hungry, half-lidded eyes, and he’s tracing a finger over your clothed slit. Your breathing becomes laboured at his touch, your body, your mind, all of you at his mercy.

“Bucky, please…”

“Ah ah ah-“ The firefighter tuts, “-since when do you call me Bucky?”

You frown, back arching slightly in search of some friction on your core, too aroused to process his words properly.

“Look at me, Y/n.”

The stern nature of his tone lures your eyes to his once more. “What?” You ask, confused.

“I haven’t spent months goin’ crazy listening to you use my name only to have you call me Bucky when I’m finally between your legs.”

The throb of your pussy spurs you on and you tilt your head teasingly. “Touch me, James.” You say, and he obeys.

Bucky glides his hands up to your hips and drags your panties lower and lower, his lips chasing the lace till there’s no where left to kiss but your slick folds.

He hovers over your heat with bated breath before forcing himself to close his eyes and ask if you’re still okay with this.

“More than okay, James.” You answer truthfully.

“Good, cause I’m fucking starvin’.”

You feel his mouth on your pussy before you’ve even processed his words, tongue delving between your folds like he really is starving and you didn’t just feed him the best dinner he’s had in years. Though something tells him that title is about to be beaten the second you cum all over his face.

Your mouth curves into an ‘o’, the most pornographic of moans escaping you at the sinful sounds of Bucky’s mouth on your cunt. Drowning in increasingly intense waves of pleasure, your senses are dialled up to the max; with every flick of his tongue and suck on your clit, you find yourself falling deeper in your arousal. It becomes impossible to listen to anything Bucky’s telling you.

“Y’taste so sweet, doll.”

“Doing so good for me, aren’t ya? My good girl.”

“Let me hear you, doll, need to hear how good you feel.”

Whether it’s praises or orders, there’s no chance in hell of you understanding a word that falls from his lips, though Bucky doesn’t mind. The clench of your soft thighs around his head tells him all he needs to know - that even if your heads not fulling comprehending him, your body is. And the sheer amount of slick glistening across your cunt is enough for him to know that you’re ready for more.

The sensation of Bucky’s finger tracing along your pussy lips sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hips lifting off the stool.

“James- oh fuck-“

Words die on your tongue when Bucky eases a finger inside you. White hot pleasure builds at your core, burning the last remnants of your self control, its embers coaxing a near-scream out of you.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweets. That’s- shit you’re so tight, pussy’s squeezing me and it’s just one finger.”

You mewl and squirm beneath him.

“How you gonna handle two of ‘em, doll?”

Bucky’s mesmerised at the sight of his finger gliding in and out of you, drenched in your sweet juices, too beautiful of a sight for him to give up by eating you out. But when you groan at the suggestion of two fingers, he drags his gaze upwards and is greeted with a view that’s evening better.

You, draped against the piano, head tilted back and brows drawn together while uneven sighs tumble from your swollen lips. God, you look heavenly, Bucky thinks. He doesn’t realise he’s said it out loud, but it makes little difference seeing as you’re rather preoccupied with the thought of Bucky fucking another finger inside you.

“James?” You call, reaching down to cover your left hand around the one at your sex, the other tugging on his hair.

“Yeah? Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” He panics, thinking you’ve grabbed his hand to stop him.

Instead, you look him in the eye and say “Are you gunna fuck another finger inside of me or what?”

An awe-inspired grin spreads across Bucky’s face at your question. He keeps his blue orbs on yours while he presses a kiss to your clit and pushes himself higher till he’s inches from your face.

He rests a hand against the piano, caging you in and says, “Anything for my girl.” before a second digit joins his first.

The stretch knocks the wind out of your chest but Bucky hardly gives you any time to adjust, his fingers pumping in and out of you even faster than before. His palm slaps against your bundle of nerves with every thrust, the force riding to your chest where your tits bounce in rhythm.

“So damn beautiful…” The firefighter says.

You look up at him through your lashes and pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. With clashing teeth, the wet slapping sounds only feeds into the moment and Bucky’s suddenly very aware of the tightness in his jeans.

With each passing second, the cord in your stomach is getting so close to snapping that your mouth isn’t even moving against Bucky’s anymore.

“Fuck, James, I’m- I-“

“Shh, I know.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “You gonna cum all over my fingers, doll? Gonna let me see you fall apart?”

You nod feverishly.

“Good girl, now let go for me.”

That’s all it takes for the damn to break loose and the fiercest orgasm of your life to rack through your body. It reaches every part of you, all the cracks and crevices you never thought could be touched, yet here you are, feeling every inch of yourself set on fire.

“That’s it, doll, that’s it.” Bucky comforts you while you lay victim to the aftershocks of his work, slowing the thrust of his fingers till your breathing evens and he moves to gently circling your sensitive clit.

“Holy shit…” You sigh, a satisfied and totally fucked-out grin playing across your lips.

Noticing how your hazy your eyes still are, Bucky smiles to himself while pressing loving kisses on your forehead.

“You did real good for me, sweetheart.” He listens to you hum beneath him as he moves to kiss your temple. “Y’look so pretty when you cum, you know that? Even prettier than I imagined.”

You twist in your seat to face your neighbour. “You’ve imagined this too?”

“Every night, doll.”

“Huh…”

Though Bucky’s eyes remain fixed on yours, it’s obvious that his mind has slipped away; he’s now clouded by memories of his x-rated dreams, ones that have ended with him pumping his embarrassingly hard length into his fist one too many times, and his cock twitches in his ever-tightening pants. You notice the movement at his crotch and, emboldened by his confession and the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you decide to take back some control.

“What have you pictured doing to me, James?” Your tone is so sweet, so innocent, that it takes a moment for your words to register in his brain. But when it does, boy, does a fresh wave of blood rush to his cock.

“You sure you wanna know? Cuz it ain’t all sweet and innocent.” He warns.

You say nothing and let your actions do all the talking; you slide a hand down to meet his left, the one still nestled between your sticky thighs, and tug it away from your cunt. With your eyes locked on his, you raise Bucky’s cum coated fingers to your mouth, slowly wrapping your lips around them and sucking your sweetness away. Making sure to give the firefighter a show, you swirl your tongue around his fingers before taking them as deep as you can, a knowing look in your eyes when you notice Bucky clenching his jaw.

After releasing his fingers from your swollen red lips, you press a kiss to the palm of his hand. “Tell me.”

What you can only describe as a growl rises from the back of Bucky’s throat and before you know it, you’re being carried to your bedroom, legs bound tightly around his waist while your arms wrap loosely around his neck.

He sits down on the edge of the bed; hands resting on your hips and edging lower to your ass, his fingers grip the supple flesh to keep you in place.

His force on your hips is pushing you down on his ample bulge, sparking a flash of pleasure straight up your spine that escapes you with a moan. Bucky chuckles softly with a sinful grin as you tilt your head back at the feeling.

“You wanna know what I’ve imagined us doing, doll?” The firefighter grabs your chin to bring your attention back to him. He runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging on it and letting it bounce back into place.

“I’ve pictured us just like this.” He drops his hand to your neck, tracing the curve of your collar bone till it meets the strap of your sundress. “You, naked and beautiful as ever, riding my cock like I know you can.”

You gasp lightly when he tugs your strap till it’s tumbling off your shoulder.

“And you’re telling me just how full you are, how stretched your little pussy is around me, choking my cock like a damn vice.”

Bucky’s filthy words send your hips into motion without warning; you grind your bare cunt over his crotch, the tent in his pants settling between your slick folds till his shaft is enveloped with your warmth.

“Does that sound good, doll? To have my cock buried inside you when you bounce on it? Fuck, I bet your cunt is dripping for me again,”

“It never stopped, James.” You whimper, your sensitive clit sending jolts up your frame as Bucky guides your hips over his.

“That’s right, you’re never gonna use anything else to cum ever again. You got me now, doll. I’m all you need. Me, my cock, I’m gonna ruin everyone else for you.”

You don’t even notice that Bucky’s hands are on the zip at your back, slowly pulling it down till the fabric are your chest goes slack, and with the straps already draped over your shoulders, the flowing material cascades around you, tumbling to your hips and leaving you defenseless to Bucky’s insatiable blue eyes.

“Fuck me, sweets, you’re- god- you’re perfect.” He leans in and kisses your collarbone. “So,” kiss, “So,” kiss, “perfect.”

Your eyes flutter shut, lost in the feeling of his touch, and Bucky smirks when he sees you. He teases a hand up your soft skin till it sits just beneath your tit, daring to reach up and play with you in the ways he’s always dreamt of.

“Is this okay?” He asks, earning an even more passionate grind of your hips as you push your chest closer to his open mouth.

He chuckles, “Needy, aren’t ya, sweets?”

You whine.

“Hmm, lucky for you, this is exactly what I imagined doing to you, what I’ve dreamt of for months…”

His lips wrap around your hardened nipple with haste, the warmth of his mouth a welcome sensation. He sucks at the sensitive nub, this tongue reaching out to soothe you afterwards. You throw your head back and moan loudly.

The sound of bucky loudly licking and sucking on your tits is driving you crazy, to the point where your hips are stuttering over his, practically drowning in the feeling till you have no control over your movements.

“God, I love your tits. Wanna act out every dream I’ve ever had of you. Fucking your tits, your throat, your cunt, anywhere you’ll let me, doll, please. I’ve needed you for so long.”

You blush at the word love, surpressing the hope that is stirring at the possibility that your tits aren’t the only thing he loves. Has he really wanted this as long as me? You wonder, picturing everything he just revealed he’s been wanting.

“M’So fuckin’ hard for you sweetheart, I know you can feel me. Dick’s throbbing, doll, it’s s’hard it hurts.”

You pull at his hair so he’s looking up at you again and capture his lips in yours.

“I wanna see you, Bucky…”

He groans and reaches for the hem of his shirt which he waists no time in tearing off. Your chest rises and falls heavier than before, eyes raking his physique just like you had that night he was leaving the shower at his place.

You trail a finger down his abs till it brushes the button of his jeans teasingly.

“All of you, James.” You look pointedly at his crotch. “May I?” You ask and when he nods, you climb off his lap and sink between his legs on the floor, you dress tumbling to the ground immediately.

Bucky’s abs tense as you work to undo the button, your hands tiny in comparison to his body. Next, you work the zipper up and over the bulge of his cock, the teeth desperate to come apart after being so constricted for so long. The two sides of denim snap away from the tent of his boxers, perfectly presenting where the firefighter so badly needs your touch.

He helps you kick off his jeans till the only thing between you is his boxers. You trace a finger up and down his shaft through the cotton, enjoying the sticky patch of pre cum leaking through the top.

“Have you ever imagined me sucking your cock, James?” You ask with half lidded eyes before kissing his covered shaft. “Cause I have.”

Bucky whimpers - whimpers - at your words, his hips snapping up to your face uncontrollably.

You begin to drag down his boxers, trailing kisses down down down, your lips greeting his tip when his cock flicks up against them before your eyes even get chance to glance at him.

Your eyes flutter shut at the salty taste on your lips, revelling in the breathy moans from your neighbour.

“Fuck- pl-please honey, I need your- argh- mouth around me!”

You make eye contact with him from your place on the floor and ask if he’s sure.

“More than anything.”

And with that, you take his thick length into your mouth, lips sealing around his angry pink cock head briefly when your trace your tongue over his slit, before gliding lower down his cock.

You take as much of him as you can, but you need time to warm up having never taken a cock as large as his before.

“You’re so big, baby.” You say as you pull off his shaft with a pop, “Biggest I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

A frustrated groan arises from the firefighter and you feel his hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you to his dick once more.

“Suck my cock, doll, just like we’ve both imagined, nice and deep, please.”

You take the base of his cock in your hands and guide his tip back to your lips.

“Atta girl,” Bucky encourages as you take him deeper and deeper.

He feels you relaxing your throat to take more of him and his balls clench at the feeling.

“Argh fuck, fuck, fuck. Good girl, oh my god, yes!”

His praises and curses cheer you on and you manage as much of him as you can, only an inch or so remaining that’s simply too thick to fit in your mouth. Lord knows how he’ll fit in your pussy, but you’re sure he’ll figure it out.

You bob your head on his length over and over till you’re in desperate need of air. You let your hands work your spit and his precum up and down his hard cock while you catch your breath and watch his beautiful face contort into one of extreme pleasure.

Your chest fills with pride at Bucky’s facial expressions; making him feel good is somehow more rewarding than anything you’ve done in your life and you find yourself content at the thought of spending the rest of your days pleasing him.

Bucky is oblivious to the gratified smile toying your lips and wholly unprepared for your next movement.

“Oh god- oh fuck, doll-” He groans, his breathing staggered and eyes clenched shut when you take his balls in your mouth, the skin sloppily wet from your work on his cock, and now enjoying the warmth of your mouth.

“Oh honey, do that again, felt so go- argh!” He’s interrupted by you tending to his sack once more, your tongue swirling around them and lightly sucking.

You moan around his pretty, swollen balls, the vibrations drawing a sigh of pleasure from your neighbour. The trimmed hair at the base of Bucky’s member is tickling your nose while you fight to taste every part of him.

With a final sharp suck, you release his balls with a small plop, plant a wet kiss on each and flatten you tongue to lick a bold stripe up his length. The tip of your muscle presses into the vein on the underside of his dick and Bucky thrusts upward, his hips bucking as he desperately searches for more.

As you ready yourself to glide his cock down your throat once more, you feel Bucky’s hand on your cheek, pulling you off him.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You ask with a concerned frown, nervous that you’ve done something wrong to have Bucky stopping you. You wrap your hand around his forearm, the one outstretched to hold your hair, while the other remains enclosed around his cock.

“Nothin’ bad, sweets, it’s just that- fuck-“

You absentmindedly stroke your thumb over his girth, a motion you intend to be comforting but in reality, it just makes him throb even harder in your hands.

“-I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep using your pretty mouth like that.”

“And that’s a problem because…?”

He laughs lightly and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Cause as hot as you’d look swallowing my load, I’d much rather cum inside that sweet pussy for our first time.”

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth before pecking a doting kiss to his forearm and letting Bucky pull you to your feet. His eyes follow yours till he’s looking up at you from his seated position, his hands falling to your hips with an awestruck face.

“What the hell did I do to deserve you?” His voice is barely above a whisper. You blush crimson.

“Get on the bed, doll.” He orders. “Lay on your back.”

You do as he says and once you’ve settled, he crawls on top of you. It’s quiet for a moment as Bucky stares lovingly down at you, burning the image into his memory to remind him he has everything he needs.

“I should have found the guts to do this months ago…” You murmur, pushing the fallen tendrils of chestnut hair behind his ear. He looks so goddamn perfect; the golden glow filtering through your window catching every feature you’ve spent so long dreaming about, and now he’s here, really here, and you can’t help but stroke his cheek with revere.

“We have now, doll. That’s enough for me.” Bucky whispers. “Are you comfortable?”

You nod, truthfully, both in terms of your position but also for what’s coming. But then his elbows bend out and he’s lowering himself onto you.

“How about now?”

There’s a gleam in his eye and a playful smirk on his lips as he watches your chest heave, your body taking more of his weight now.

“No!” You giggle.

“No? Is this better?” Bucky teases, briefly laying his whole weight over you until you paw at his shoulders to push him off.

“James! You’re squishing me!”

The melody of your carefree laughter has Bucky melting and he pushes himself up onto his hands once more. His lip is tucked between his teeth, enjoying the view as he becomes increasingly aware of his cock now just one slip away from your pussy lips.

Quickly coming to your own awareness of Bucky’s rock hard length pressing into you, you sober up.

“Darling?” You tug on his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.

Bucky’s brows pinch closer slightly.

“I need you inside me.”

His soft lips are crashing against yours within moments, his hand fighting between the nonexistent space between your bare bodies to grasp his cock and guide his tip to your bundle of nerves.

The sudden taste of how good Bucky can make you feel forces a sharp breath from you. It’s so much yet not enough, all at the same time.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay? Let me take care of you how you deserve.”

After a meek nod with your hands finding refuge in Bucky’s soft locks, he trails his cock head down your pink folds till it catches on the dip of your entrance.

Bucky tempts a whimper from you as he slides inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his larger than average member.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so tight for me.” The firefighter moans, resisting the urge to snap his hips and bottom out completely.

You’ve yet to make a sound, the sting in your pussy not yet dissipating, and when you glance down at where your bodies meet, you realise you’re barely taking half of him.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Bucky’s reassuring voice is ghosting over your ear, “you’re taking me so well, sweets. You need me to go slower?”

You clench your eyes shut briefly, “No, keep going, you’re just so…”

“So what?”

Bucky watches a deep red creep up your neck before returning his gaze to your eyes, that now dance across the room avoiding him.

A gentle grasp on your chin draws you to face the breathtaking man above you and you clench around his dick.

“What happened to the little minx who was practically beggin’ me to fuck her, huh? Don’t get all shy on me now, dollface. I’m so what?”

His words have you spilling yours without second thought. “You’re so fucking thick, James, cock’s splittin’ me in half.”

He groans and snaps his hips fully into yours, making you scream out, “Jamie!!!”

His scalp burns when you pull on his hair harder than before, your moans filling the room like a broken record. Bucky should be focused on the furrow of your brow, your laboured breaths, the way your cunt is choking him, anything about how perfect this feels, but all he can focus on is how with one thrust, you called him ‘Jamie’. And you didn’t just say it, you screamed it.

“Shit, honey, say it again.”

“Ja-Jamie…” You whine and feel Bucky draw his hips back before pounding into you once more.

“Again.” Your neighbour growls.

“Oh my god, fuck- I”

“Again.”

It takes everything you have to open your eyes and look at him. “Fuck me, Jamie.”

“That’s my girl.”

Bucky drives his length into you till his tip is hitting your cervix, the pleasure wrapping around your throat and squeezing the air out of you. You fight to breathe as Bucky drills into you, over and over, softly grunting with every thrust.

“Never felt anything as good as your cunt before, doll. Wanna spend the rest of my life buried inside you.”

You pull his lips to yours and, back arching from the mattress, dive your tongue into his mouth with vigour. He lets you explore his mouth while fucking you deep and fast, the headboard of your bed slamming against the wall and probably driving your neighbour crazy. Oh wait, he is your neighbour, and it is driving him crazy, but in the best way imaginable.

“So goddamn tight, sweets, y’pussy was made for me,” He swallows your whimpers happily, “don’t you think? You feel how good i’m filling you up, honey? Sliding in an’ out so easy, you’re so fucking wet for my dick.”

“Harder, Jamie.”

Goddamn.

“Keep calling me that and I’ll do whatever you want.”

You lose yourself in his thrusts; the sting has long turned into the most pleasure you’ve ever felt, and that’s saying something after the orgasm he lulled from you only a few minutes ago.

“Fuckin’ me s-so good, Jamie.”

“Ah- just like that, baby.”

“I’m getting close, James, need you to go faster.”

Your pleas send Bucky’s cock pulsing and he does exactly as you wish. He fucks you faster, fighting off the desperate urge to cum inside your sweet cunt.

“Jamie…” You sigh.

He grins up at you from his place at your tits, his tongue reaching out to tease your nipples. You push his head down till he takes your sensitive bud in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it while he gropes its twin.

The tight coil in your stomach is twisting to its limit and you find yourself dangerously close to cumming around Bucky’s hard, thick length.

“I’m so- oh fuck- i’m so close, James.”

He lifts his head and eyes you with lust blown pupils.

“Are you gonna cum for me, doll? God, I can feel you clenching around me, you wanna cream all over my cock? Huh?” He smirks at your pornographic moans. “Bet I’ll look so good covered in your cum, sweets, maybe I’ll let you clean me up, put that mouth to good use.”

“I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum,” You chant several times breathlessly.

“Let go for me, sweet girl, make a mess o’my cock. Cum, doll.”

Your body shudders as your hips grind up into Bucky’s, your walls tightening before he feels you gush around him. Practically screaming in pleasure, you bite down on Bucky’s shoulder to quiet yourself, though the pain travels straight to his member, still fucking into you with force.

“Fuck, James, you’re so perfect, never came so hard in my life- shit-“

He’s groaning into your ear, his balls slamming against you and filling the room with salacious wet slaps.

“You’re so wet and- fuck- I can’t- I can’t hold back much longer.”

You tug on the hair at the nape of his neck and lick up the side of his throat, tongue catching the salty beads of sweat in its path. Reaching his earlobe, you suck on it lightly and whisper into his ear.

“Want you to cum inside me, Jamie. Fill me up, please, I need your cum.”

“Argh, fuck!!” Your words send Bucky over the edge and his hips stutter while he finally lets go.

“Oh god, yes!” Bucky grunts. “Take my cum, doll, fuckin’ take it.”

Your tongue seeks his neck once more, pressing open mouthed kisses as his cock shoots streams of white seed into you, the spurts seemingly never ending.

“Fillin’ my cunt so much, Jamie- fuck- you feel so good!”

As his cock softens, his thrusts slow to a more bearable pace, both of you so sensitive from your orgasms. Catching your breath takes a minute or two, but in the meantime, you coax satisfied sighs from your firefighter by running your hands up and down his back; the light sheen of sweat greets your fingertips as you touch him tenderly.

With no words being shared, you focus solely on Bucky’s breathing, the rise and fall of his back beneath your hands and the weight of his body on yours. It should be uncomfortable, but you’ve never felt so at home in a place, let alone with a person, in your life.

“That was…” Bucky murmurs into your neck.

You finish his sentence, “Pretty damn good.” Laughter ripples through the muscles of his back.

“Yeah,” He agrees and pulls back slightly to look at you, “you feeling okay?”

“If by okay you mean ‘completely and utterly fucked out’ then yeah, I’m great.”

You grin cheekily before pushing his hair behind his ear yet again, an act you find yourself praying that you’ll get to do for the rest of your life.

“How are you feeling?” You ask sincerely.

Those blue orbs flick between your own, laced with an emotion you hope to be love. “Like I want to be with you like this forever.” Bucky admits. “That and completely and utterly fucked out.”

You laugh heartily, bringing a beaming smile to Bucky’s swollen red lips.

“Let me clean you up, doll.” He offers before pushing himself off you, much to your dismay. He disappears to your bathroom for a minute before returning with a damp cloth in hand.

“Can you spread your legs for me, sweets?”

He bites a chuckle at how quickly you obey him and gets to work, wiping away your shared cum from your pussy and goosebump-ridden thighs. The towel is warm and soft on your skin, lulling you to sleep, though you fight to keep your eyes on your neighbour.

“You’re so beautiful, James.” You say, reaching to place your hand on his that sits beside you hip, where he’s leaning his weight.

He smiles sheepishly and focuses on the job at hand. Once you’re clean, Bucky carries you to the bathroom so you can do your business, waiting patiently outside after putting his boxers back on and grabbing his henley for you to wear.

When you step out of the bathroom, Bucky’s holding his he let out in front of you. “You looked a bit cold so I thought you might want a shirt?”

You smile, “Your shirt?”

“Yeah…” He rubs the back of his neck, muscles flexing at the movement, “You don’t have to, I just thou-“

He stops talking when you pull the henley from his grasp and tug it over your head. It swallows you whole and the sleeves tumble past your hands, but Bucky thinks it’s perfect. You’re perfect.

Grabbing his hand, you pull him back to your room and back into bed, tugging the sheets over you both where you nestle into his chest.

“You’re staying, right?” You ask with the most puppy-dog eyes you can muster.

“Of course, doll.”

Smiling to yourself, you curl up against the firefighter. “Woulda cooked you a meal months ago if I knew that’s all it took for you to finally fuck me.”

a/n: filth. pure filth. so sorry that it took me a lifetime to post this - life got lifey and it took me ages to get this right. it’s my second time writing any sort of smut so i hope it was good for y’all. thanks for all the support, it means the world to me. love you guys, red ❤️

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[moonstruckme]

since it's currently flooding where i live, i'm gonna request firefighter!marauders or emt!marauders (whatever works) saving reader who is trapped in her house with the flood being past the chest or something

andddddd reader has asthma, if ur okay with that? (i have terrible asthma and it's so so annoying honestly)

anyway, thank you for writing all of these fics of yours! they are all so amazing!!!

(also, can i be 🌼 anon?)

Hi lovely, thanks for letting me do just James for this! And ofc you can be that anon <3

cw: water rescue, asthma attack, I did do research but I feel like this can’t be accurate so sorry about that

firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 589 words

You wait until you hear the boat motors getting close again before you start to crawl out the window. 

“There!” you hear someone shout, and you nearly collapse with the relief of not having to use your air to call out. The boat rumbles closer, and then a fireman with sweetheart eyes and a mop of curly hair crushing out from beneath his helmet is reaching for you with both hands. 

“Hi, there,” he says, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you the rest of the way out. You brace yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders (his very impressive shoulders, you can’t help but notice, which make you remember how your own clothes are stuck damply to your skin from the chest down). Your lungs burn beneath his hands, no better or worse for his touch. “Is it just you in there?” 

“Yeah,” you wheeze. Another firefighter settles one of those aluminum blankets you’re always seeing on TV around your shoulders. “Just me.” 

“Alright,” he says, dark eyes growing troubled as he processes your onerous breaths. “Are you okay?” 

The pain in your chest worsens as you forcibly expel another breath, dragging in a hasty inhale. “My inhaler got ruined.” 

The man’s expression clears just before his brow creases. “You’re having an asthma attack?”

You nod urgently. 

“Alright, okay. Come here, let’s sit down.” 

He pulls you to the back of the boat, guiding you down onto the rubbery floor while someone else passes him a medical bag. Your knees fold towards your chest automatically, some useless instinct to protect the part of you that’s hurting. It does nothing. 

“Have you had asthma attacks before?” he asks you, digging through the bag. Someone starts driving the boat forward. You start to relax when you see him pull out a mask attached to an air compressor, your salvation.

“Yes.” 

“Compared to the other attacks you’ve had before, how badly would you rate this one on a scale of one to ten?” 

“Six.” You answer without hesitating, familiar with this line of questioning. 

“Alright, lovely.” He finishes affixing the hose to the nebulizer, setting the mask to your face and turning on the air compressor. “Just breathe in for me.” 

You do. The relief isn’t instant, but it may as well be. You feel heaps better just knowing the medicine is working. 

You must look visibly calmer, because the man across from you smiles. It looks at home on his face, and the little crinkles which appear at the corners of his eyes suggest he does it often. 

“There we go,” he encourages. You hope your expression conveys the appropriate gratitude as you take the mask from him, holding it to your own face. “I’m James. You were trapped in there for a while, huh?” 

You nod, and he laughs at your weary look. 

“I’m sorry.” James gives your shoulder a friendly squeeze. His face is remarkably cheery for someone who’s been tasked with boating around and rescuing people all day; then again, as a rescuee, you can see the value of a bright spot in the murk left behind by the floor. As soon as you get this mask off, you think you owe him about a million thanks. “I’m sure it’s been really difficult, but we’ve got food here you can have in a bit, and that thermal blanket should help warm you up quickly enough. Just keep breathing into that thing for another few minutes, love, and then we’ll get you all fixed up.”

[kquil]

JAMES POTTER | 16:49 ⏤ FREE GOODIES

SUM. : you had more baked goods than you were able to sell and decide to give them out for free to the firefighters at your local fire station to say thank you

TAGS. : fluff ; modern au ; muggle au ; baker reader ; firefighter james ; james being a love sick puppy ; he hides it well though ; remus and sirius begin scheming ; everyone knows james is in love ; it's obvious to everyone but you

LENGTH : 1.6k

NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED

“No! Don’t tell me!” you giggle as the man behind the counter grins widely and laughs along with you, his hazel eyes carefully watching as you bring up a brown paper bag and a steaming take-away cup of coffee, “Our special BLT sandwich and a dark roast, cocoa blend to go,”

“All ready for me, huh?” James teases as you smile innocently. He pays for his order and goes to inspect the contents of the brown paper bag as you move behind the cash register and file away his notes, “And a mini treacle tart!” James’ voice lights up in cheerful surprise when he sees the unexpected treat but hurriedly goes in search for more payment in his wallet. 

“Don’t you dare, James,” you scold light-heartedly, “it’s on the house,” his movements stop and he meets your eyes, ready to retaliate. However, sensing your seriousness, his shoulders slacken and his expression eases into a grateful smile instead. 

“Thanks, you’re an angel,” of course, he couldn’t help but send you a wink. His words spread a heat across your cheeks but you pay it no mind, hoping that any signs of your flustered state can be ignored as long as you didn’t draw attention to it. 

“I know I am~” 

“Take care, angel,” with a toothy grin and a wave, James turns and leaves, his day already looking as bright as could be. 

James has been visiting your little bakery and cafe for the better part of a year now; he’s become one of your beloved regulars, maybe one of your most beloved. He was just too handsome and charming for his own good, cute and sweet and always gentleman with you. His uncontrollable dark curls and round glasses gave him this boyish appeal that you couldn’t help but fall for. His voice is smooth and comforting, his eyes a mesmerising hazel, his lips a pretty shape—

“Hey!” snapping out of your daze, you turn to your co-worker in shock.

“Wh-what?”

She smirks and wiggles her brows at you, “I knew you had a thing for him,”

“Oh shush Leona!” you huff and fold your arms but burn hotter in the cheeks when she laughs at you. 

“No need to deny it, I can see why you’re so head over heels~”

“Is that any way to talk to your boss?” making your way over, you playfully nudge her side as you plant yourself beside her and help with the cupcake decorations. 

Gasping, Leona grasps at her chest in mock offence, “I never believed you were that kind of boss! I was tricked—!” her mock ramblings were cut off with another nudge to her side that sent the both of you into a fit of giggles. 

“What should we do with all this?” you ask with a huff, staring in disappointment at all the leftovers in your display cases. Most would only end up in the trash and it broke your heart to see such goodies go to waste. 

“Why don’t you donate them at the local police station or fire department?” Leona suggests with a smile as she wipes down surfaces, “The fire department isn’t too far from here so you can go there first and do the police station on another day we have extra leftovers,”

Smiling brightly, you nod and get to work, “Brilliant idea Leona! How come I’ve never thought of that before?” 

“Maybe because you’re too busy all the time?” with a light-hearted pout, she faces you and presses on about how you need to consider yourself as a priority for once and actually go home on time. She had a point; the bakery was consuming your life. But you worked hard on the things that mattered to you and that was always a trait you were proud of. Every day you return home with pride and fulfilment in your heart; you loved that feeling despite the ache in your limb. Sighing, your enthusiasm slows considerably but you keep on packing up a random selection of baked goods, “Just think about it at least, boss,” Leona comes up behind you and gives you a quick but heartfelt hug, “we want you to be our boss forever so you have to stay healthy,” just like she always does, she brings a smile to your lips and slowly helps you with packing up the rest. 

With the bakery closed up, you head out with your packaged leftovers piled high in the passenger seat of your car and wave goodbye to Leona before pulling away. She was right in saying that the fire station wasn’t too far, it was a short five-minute drive from your bakery with parking close by too. 

It was a little unnerving. You had never done this before. And, even though you knew there was nothing wrong with doing this, your nerves still caused a stir in your chest and stomach at the thought of facing such brave and dedicated workers. However, it was that simple thought that pushed you forward. These men and women deserved free baked goodies and more for all of their hard work, there was no need to be shy about it. Balancing the stacked packages in your arms, you push the front door open with your back and carefully turn around as you step into the space. 

“Whoa, you need help with those?” someone calls from your left and you turn to see a handsome brunette, standing tall with an almost invisible dusting of freckles on his nose and a faint scar across his cheek and jaw. 

“Good afternoon!” you chirp happily and sheepishly accept his kind assistance, “I— umm, I wanted to give you guys some of the baked goods from my bakery. We made a little too much today,”

He grins widely as he appraises the tall stack of packages before turning to you with gratefulness in his eyes, “So that’s what smells so delicious,” the two of you share a laugh, “Thank you so much for this, it’s very kind of you,” a warm heat coats your cheeks as you shyly wave off his praise, which he shakes his head at discreetly but still maintains his happy grin, “come,” he tilts his head to one direction, “lets go feed everyone,” 

Remus introduces himself as he leads you down a hallway to the lounge room, where he suspected most of his colleagues congregated to. When you give your name in return, he tilts his head and mutters something unintelligible under his breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” 

“Oh nothing,” he chuckles softly, “I just thought it sounded familiar,” you had questions but shrugged and shrugged them off as unimportant when the two of you finally made it into the lounge area. Entering the space, you see the firemen scattered around the wide room, a group were playing cards around a table with several spectators, one or two were reading a book while another small group stood by a small kitchenette with steaming mugs, chatting between themselves. 

“Remus!” a dark haired man with a visible neck tattoo walks up from where he stood observing the card game, just so he could sling his arm over the brunette’s broad shoulders, “Who’s our cute guest?”

Remus introduces you and the purpose of your visit but his voice slowly fades into the background as soon as you meet eyes with a very familiar pair of hazel pools. 

“James?” blinking in surprise, you tilt your head and observe the man in his fireman uniform, minus the heavy jacket, leaving him in a black compression shirt to showcase his muscles. It made your cheeks heat up again but hotter. You had no idea how brawny he was with his soft charm and sweet face. But this was a very pleasant surprise. 

The man in question stands up, staring at you as if in a trance and makes his way over as Remus and his raven-haired friend step away with devious grins on their faces. They weren’t the only ones however, everybody else in the room looked on with a similar grin stretching across their lips, slightly leaning forward in their interest. 

“Wh-what are you doing here?” he sounds like he’s choking on air, breathless and in complete disbelief at the sight of you. 

“I uh– there were some leftover goodies at the bakery so I thought I could give them to you guys…as a thank you for all your good work,” you admit softly, staring up at him with timid eyes and watching with a gradually racing heart as a toothy grin takes over his features. His eyes sparkled with mirth under the fluorescent light and your heart skipped a beat in your chest. How does he do that? 

“You’re really too kind,” and so perfect James wanted to finish, ignorant to his friends’ snickering. Please be mine! It was a desperate wish and one that he had been making for a long time but he needed to keep his cool. He understands how overbearing and clingy he could be at times and didn’t want to frighten you.  

“You guys deserve it,” you return and silently hold up your packages with a smile. Happily, he takes the load and leads you to a table where he helps spread them out for his friends and colleagues to take as they please. Everyone around you gushes at the array and sings your praises in between their gratitude for the kind gesture. Amongst all the chatter, you also manage to hear soft whisperings that didn’t quite fit the rest of the words at the forefront of surrounding conversations. 

“That’s the cute baker Jamesie has been gushing about for months now, huh?”

“Seems so. Finally, we can put a name to the face,”

There was some laughter, “He looks like a love sick puppy,”

From the corner of your eye, you observe James and the goofy grin on his face, trapped in a daze as he stares down at you with adoring eyes and a soft blush on his cheeks. In your head, you make a mental note to visit the fire department more often. 

A/N : it just feels right that James is a firefighter, right? i'm not the only one who thinks this? nevertheless, i hopefully managed to convince you lovelies otherwise hehehe~

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[inkdrinkerworld]

Hi lovely! May I request a spiked eggnog with lovesick and flustered firefighter!james potter?

Of course you can!

James feels his heart thud loudly as you walk into the fire department. You’re lovely as ever, the department’s very on ‘little lady on the line,’ - as him and the other fighters like to call you.

You’re dressed in red overalls, and a white long sleeved undershirt and combat boots- you always try to incorporate the department’s colours into your outfit.

“Morning Jamie, there’s a club sandwich- with bacon, and extra tomatoes- in the fridge with your name on it.”

Your voice is all sticky with fondness that makes James feel like he’s basking in it.

“Thanks doll face, there’s oatmeal raisin cookies on your desk.” You pause your walk, boots clunking to a clean stop.

James feels his heart race even faster when you turn to him and smile. “You got them fresh?” He nods; tongue heavier than lead in his mouth.

“Didn’t you just wake up though Jamie?” James feels his cheeks flood. He had been on the night shift- a grueling task mostly when you don’t have the night shift- which is most weekdays thanks to your evening school.

He also did wake up a half hour before you got here to rush to the bakery down the road to get them for you as your ‘post lunch snack.’

“I did, had a shower already and everything.” You smile and James feels like he’s going to pass out, even more so when you run your hands through his damp curls and scratch at the base of his neck.

“Thanks Jamie, you’re too kind.” The kiss you stamp on his cheek is sticky and smells like coconut, and it drives James crazy- he might not even bother with his skincare now.

“You’re… it’s” his voice strains, “it’s no trouble.” He breathes a sigh of relief when you walk back and don’t giggle at the crack in his voice.

“I’ll see you in ten hours, Potter. Get some real sleep yeah?” You call over your shoulder, not looking back to see Sirius and Remus shake James by his shoulder before teasing his completely lovelorn expression.

[thebestofoneshots]

One of my GC headcannons is that James is so supportive of like anyone and everyone (he’d be a lil confused but have a spirit) and if he’d guess who someone would like, he’d get it correct

(I need James content so bad so now I’m gonna go reread the poly!marauders x YN fic you wrote)

UPDATE: Feels Like The First Time is out NOOOOW!

Oh James 100% is the most supportive friend in the world. He’s always been!

And omg there’s a new AU for Jamesie dropping tomorrow and it’s gonna be something. Like I just finished writing it and tomorrow morning I’m just gonna edit, and trust me, it’s something special.

A little teaser:

[shamrockqueen]

Inferno

Pairing : Firefighter Bucky x Reader

Warnings : Major accident, fire, mild smut, major loss, references to death, manipulation

Word count : 6195

AO3 Link

You always had so much fun at the fireman's festival each year. Even as you get older, it’s nice to see the kids running around and having fun like you once did. Nowadays, you sit and chat with the firemen's wives and older kids as you all eat together.

Your dad had been the fire chief for the last 5 years after serving the community for at least 15. He was a good, honest, and hardworking man, and to him and your two brothers he was your hero. All of the men and women he’s worked alongside have been family to both him and all of you.

You had been laughing at something with your mom when you decided to get up for more barbecue. The ribs were amazing every year, and you weren't gonna miss an opportunity to have seconds while the line was short. You stood behind about five people and waited for your turn when you felt a tap at your shoulder.

"Hey." His smile was bright and oh so inviting. His eyes were a cheerful blue, and his hair was a dark brunette that was combed up and nearly fluffy. He was handsome, but you had no idea who he was. Yet, you didn’t want to be impolite, so with your same sweet demeanor, you greeted him back with "Oh, hello."

"You’re Chuck’s daughter, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Do you know him?"

"Damn well should; he’s my boss now." He chuckled as the line moved up.

"Oh, are you a new recruit?" You asked as you stepped forward, and he followed a little too closely, yet his new proximity wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, as his shoulder brushed yours and he flashed that bright smile down at you, your heart started to beat a little faster.

"Graduated from the academy a couple weeks ago. I’m one of a couple new guys."

"Oh right, it’s nice to meet you...uh"

"James" he said as he extended his hand to yours, and you let him pull your little fingers into a firm shake before he continued with, "But you can call me Bucky."

His hands were strong and warm to the touch, making the heat from his fingers spread around your arm and up your neck.

"Will I be seeing you often enough to do that?"

You must have been blushing as you noticed his smile curling further up with satisfaction before he let your hand go and answered, "I hope so."

The line moved up again, and without fail, he inched closer until your back was almost touching his chest after you’d turned towards the line. When you looked back at him, his smile had started to fade as he looked out at the crowd. You matched his line of sight to see the gleaming bald head of your father breaking through the small sea of people. He seemed to be glaring between the two of you as he quickened his pace towards the line.

His goofy gray mustache was tilted in an unsavory direction as he came up to you and spoke with an odd sense of urgency. "Your mom needs you over by the picnic tables, sweetheart."

"Oh? But I was just there; I was gonna get.."

"I’ll get ya another plate; just go back to your mom, ok?"

"Uh, ok." You turned back to Bucky and bid him a goodbye before leaving the line to let your dad take your place.

When you make it back to the picnic tables and your mom says, "Hey sweetie, weren’t you getting something to eat?"

"Dad is grabbing me a plate; he said you needed me."

"I didn’t tell him I needed you."

"But he said..."

Your father walks past you before turning and handing you a plate full of saucy ribs, and you give him a brief "uh, thank you."

Your mother questioned him immediately upon his return.

"Chuck, what did you tell her?"

"Nothing..it’s just.." he turns towards you this time, "you don’t need to be around that young man."

"What?" You asked as your face scrunched with visible confusion.

"Charles!"

"Now, I mean it. There’s somethin not right about him." Your father said this as he sat down next to your mother.

"He’s like new; you'd barely know him." Your dad’s overly protective behavior was often exasperating, and you weren’t afraid to voice as much.

"My gut tells me there’s something off."

"Are you sure it wasn’t that second helping of potato salad?" Your mother said as she side-eyed your father.

"Don’t joke like that." He spoke back to her.

"I wasn’t entirely joking, George. You sound a little ridiculous." She said

"He sounds overly protective." You piped up before scooping up a bite of food.

He gives you both a glare. "I’m just doing what a dad needs to do."

You’ll only ever meet Bucky a handful of times after the fireman’s festival. He was always sweet, yet every time he had a chance to talk to you, your dad would often intervene and direct you in a different direction. If you took a second to look back at the other man, you’d see his smile would be gone and his jaw slightly clenched.

The two of you would become better acquainted after one fateful night. You would be awoken by the insistent beeping of a single smoke detector in the hall by your bedroom. In a matter of seconds, the entire space had been filled with smoke, and you were left on your bed struggling to breathe. You couldn't see any more than a few inches in front of you, and it was a miracle you hadn’t suffocated in your sleep.

A thick gloved hand broke through the black clouds and reached towards you, slipping under your shoulders as another slid under your knees. The gleam of the glass protector that covered your Savior's face was all you saw as you were carried out of the blazing building.

The fresh air hit unerringly hard as you were rushed out your front door directly towards the flashing lights of an ambulance. Your body was rocking in time with your Savior’s steps as they deposited you onto a gurney.

Their mask, once clear, was blackened over by ash after they had to burst out of the flames that ate away your home. Yet, even through the soot, a pair of piercing blue eyes could still be seen. The paramedics crowded around as the tether between you disappeared among the sea of uniformed people.

Your own eyes rolled away as the ambulance blurred into a mix of black sky and sterile metal walls. You wouldn’t open them again until you reached the hospital, where they’d treat your burns and later put you under observation. The few you had were small and would leave only mild scars behind, and at the very least you were thankful to be alive.

Waking up on your second day in the hospital, you didn’t say or see much, only watching the hospital staff as they periodically checked your status. You’d hoped to see your family, but there hadn’t been any sign of them.

It was a pleasant surprise when a nurse arrived to tell you that you had a visitor. The image of your parents popped into your head, only to vanish as your guest walked in.

"Bucky?"

You would have never expected to see him, especially since you’d only managed to speak to him a few times thus far.

"Hi doll. How are you feeling?" He asked with a bright and inviting smile. He had a bouquet of fresh yellow and white flowers with a pink bow twisted around a ‘get well soon’ tag.

"I'm alright. What brings you here? I haven’t seen you since…" Your memory was so fuzzy from all that had happened, but you didn’t need to finish your sentence as Bucky cleared his throat and continued it for you.

"Since the fire, we were all so thankful that I was lucky enough to pull you out on time."

He set the flower on the table beside you as he took a seat by the bed. Just as your shocked and painful face twisted when the tears pushed their way out into the company of this stranger before you could catch them, "I-I can’t thank you all enough that I’m even here right now."

"Hey.." He snatched a tissue from one of the counters out of your reach to dab at your wet cheeks. "It’s all a part of the job."

You nod, trying to shake the pain that started to knot inside your belly from finally taking in the reality of what happened. "Thank you, Bucky."

Another smile pulled back over his previously grim expression, but this one was much sadder than the first. "I came by to make sure you were doing better."

"I am doing a little better. They said the burns were minor and that they might let me out in a day or two. It’s nice that the boys at the station care so much." You can feel the tears dribble out again, but you don’t want to cry right now, so you try to force them back in.

"I’m sure my dad is beside himself."

He let out a short cough before addressing the new issue: "Actually, he..he went in to save you too, and he didn’t make it out. I’m sorry, but..here" He pulls his phone from his pocket and searches up the article that had already graced the local news.

The first image you see is a picture of your burning home, the next is a smiling snapshot of your dad, who had been pronounced dead not long after the incident, per the article.

This was the absolute worst way to find out that your dad had perished in that fire, while trying to save you no less. It’s a solid cinder block to the chest, and you can feel it sucking every ounce of oxygen out of the room.

Bucky is there beside you, arms wrapping around you as you gasp and sputter into his shoulder.

He was the only thing you could burrow into at this moment, until the thought of your mother crossed through the cloud of grief.

"Oh my god, my mom. Can I use your phone to call her, please?" Your nails dug into his shirt as you begged.

He picked up his phone from your lap, only to put it back in his back pocket.

"No, please." You pleaded as you grabbed his sleeve to keep him from taking it.

"It’s going to be alright; we were able to recover this." He reaches into his coat this time and hands you a plain black phone. Once you tilt it up, a familiar flowery background flashes over the screen.

It was a sight for the sorest of eyes to see your cell phone, and it’s even pristine so you could use it right away. You thank him over and over for saving you a new life line since you hadn’t spoken to your family since before the incident.

You tap in your code and find your mother's contact immediately before addressing your only visitor.

"I’m sorry, I just..I need to call her. Can you give me a minute, Bucky?"

"Of course." He said as he pushed up from his chair before leaving the room to let you use the phone. You clicked the green call button as soon as he left, listening with a heavy heart only to have it drop into your stomach when the call rang out into a ‘beep, beep, beep’.

You hung up and tried again, only to get the same busy tone. You tried again and again, until you couldn’t bring yourself to click the call button another time.

The room felt disgustingly silent as you squeezed the phone in your hand and choked out some fresh tears. When Bucky knocked at the door to check on you again, you just let him come back in.

"Any luck?" He asked as he sat back down beside you.

You could only shake your head before letting it fall back onto his shoulder again. He was right by your side, ready to hold you.

"It rang busy." You mumbled into his shirt.

"I’m sure she just has a lot on her plate with all that’s happened. The next time she’ll pick up, ok?" He grabs you some more tissues to help dry your tears as you nod and try to give him a reassuring smile to show that it will be better.

He stayed and chatted with you until visitation time was over. He leaned in and kissed the side of your head on the way out, saying, "I’ll be back tomorrow; hopefully you can get ahold of your family."

"Thank you, Bucky."

"It’s no problem, Doll." And with that, he left again to see to his own life, making the room depressingly quiet.

You tried to dial up your mom again, as well as a few other people, only to get similar results. There was either a busy signal or a disconnected number, and each failure to connect with someone left you more and more disheartened.

There was only one number you were able to get a hold of, and it was just the insurance company regarding your house, or at least what’s left of it. You had good insurance, and they assured you that damages would be covered in full, but with the cycle of bureaucracy, you wouldn’t see that check for a while.

Bucky came back the next day with a takeaway lunch for the both of you. Anything was better than the hospital food, and it was nice to have his company as you tried to figure things out.

Even though the damage to your body was minimal, your house was beyond repair. You didn’t have very many resources and hadn’t been able to get in touch with family, so you weren’t sure where you would be staying upon being discharged.

Upon hearing about your plight, Bucky leapt at the opportunity. "You can stay with me, just until you get this all figured out."

"I can’t do that to you; you barely know me." He was still a stranger, and you couldn’t bring yourself to burden him like this.

"Everyone at the station knows YOU, and so many of us care a great deal about you," he says, taking your shaking hand in his and pressing warmth into your skin as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Your dad was a good man, and I’m not about to let his daughter end up on the streets after something like this."

You stared up into those soothing blue eyes, like a calming lagoon, as they pulled you into a comfortable place.

"I can’t thank you enough, Bucky." You push forward on the bed and pull him into a tight hug. He embraces you back, pressing his palm to the small of your back as he buries his nose into the side of your hair.

There wouldn’t be anything to grab from the house; there was no house anymore. No clothes, no important documents—all of it was gone, and you’d have to rebuild from almost nothing. Thankfully, Bucky wouldn’t be far away to help you stand strong through the whole ordeal. He’s the only one who had visited you in the hospital over the past few days.

You’d often remember that whenever you thought to dial up your mother's number again. You didn’t bother pressing that little green call button anymore, not wanting to relive the disappointment of the call ringing busy again.

Bucky came back the next morning with a change of clothes, so you didn’t have to leave in a hospital gown. The underwear were granny panties at best, and it was accompanied by a plain sports bra. He would have had to guess your size, but everything seemed to fit alright.

The t-shirt was a v-neck in pink, paired with black workout pants, white socks, and a pair of sneakers. It was jarring that you truly had to start over so far behind that a man you barely knew had to buy you clothes just so you could leave a hospital.

This man had to be a saint for going this far out of his way for you.

By the time you were ushered into his car, you were thankful for the radio as it kept the creeping silence at bay as he drove you away. You’d been through a lot, and a little bit of music went a long way as he took you through unfamiliar neighborhoods to his home.

When he pulled into his driveway, he turned towards your somber presence. "Are you alright? I know a lot has happened.."

You shake your head and mumble, "No, I don’t think I’ll be alright for a while, but I’m so thankful for your help. I really am."

"It’s fine, really. I just want you to be safe." He gave you a sad smile before he clicked the door open and rounded the car to let you out.

His home was nice, painted a warm beige on the outside and decorated with white, navy, and black on the inside. He walked ahead of you with a plastic grocery bag of new clothes to last you a few days. You shut the door behind you and followed him to his guest room, where you'd be staying. It was another beautiful white and navy layout, with a bit of gray thrown in.

"This is it. Please, if you need anything, let me know." His voice was sincere, but his eyes seemed sad as he spoke.

"This is more than I could have asked for, Bucky. Thank you." You wanted to crawl into those navy sheets and never come out, yet a part of you longed to curl into his warm and inviting arms just as you did when he came to visit you in the hospital.

He seemed to read it on your face as his next move was to pull you into a hug from your side, and you felt some of the tension in your shoulders collapse.

When his arms loosened, he told you he wanted to let you get some sleep, and he left you to settle into the room. You sat at the foot of the bed and just took in your new surroundings. Beside you was the bag of clothes and amenities Bucky had left you. There was some soap, similar plain clothes, and even some tampons. Of the few practical things, there was a plain black dress, black dress shoes, and some black stockings.

He’d bought you clothes fit for a funeral, and indeed, those were their intended purposes. Your heart started to sink all over again as you stared into the bag.

In a way, it was a small overstep, but it was incredibly helpful. There was no way you had enough strength to buy a dress for a funeral you didn’t even know was already planned, so you were thankful that it was taken care of. Right now, you only wanted to sleep, as Bucky had suggested. So, you undid the bedding, crawled into the comfort of the guest bed, and waited for a sad slumber to take you.

Your nap continued on into the night and became restless sleep. The black void was deep and heavily fogged by smoke and ash. You waved through it as a faint pair of blue lights seemed to lead you down an endless path.

The lights would often blink on and off as they disappeared further and further ahead of you, leaving you to choke on the clouds of smoke. There was no more air left to breathe, and your vision blurred as ash surrounded you.

You awoke, coughing and sputtering as the dark room came into view. The thumping of footsteps could be heard down the hall as they drew closer to your room until their source ran into your doorway. Bucky flicked the bedside lamp on before pulling you into his arms, petting your hair, and shushing away all the bad memories.

His embrace was warm and safe. It’s the only place to welcome you, and you don’t want it to leave you. So, he stayed beside you until you fell asleep again and didn’t leave until the morning came. He found you still sleeping on his arm, and he almost couldn’t let you go.

He knew you needed him now, and that's exactly how he wanted it to be. To be there, sleeping beside you and making the bad dreams go away, was more than he could have asked for. It was all going according to plan.

He made sure to take good care of you throughout the next day since you had been in the hospital. The news about your father’s upcoming funeral was difficult to hear from someone you still barely knew, but after finding the mourning clothes among your new and only possessions, it wasn’t a total shock. It would be in the next 5 days, and 5 days too soon, but Bucky was still there for you.

Your family hasn’t spoken to you since the accident, and each day that ticked by without any word from neither your family nor your friends made your heart sink lower and lower.

The day of the funeral finally came, and the only reason you were able to show up was due to Bucky’s invitation. You weren’t even invited to your own father's funeral, a stab that cut deeper and deeper each day as it drew closer.

You barely remember the drive there, too far into the pit of your own thoughts as the trees in the windows flew by. Yet Bucky was still there for you, one hand on the wheel and the other tightly wrapped around yours.

The event was somber and gut-wrenching as multiple people suddenly started to fawn over you after well over a week of no contact. Bucky helped fend many of them off and wave away their prying questions. If they wanted to know if you were okay, they could’ve visited you in the hospital.

Your mother didn’t even look at you during the entire service, keeping silent with an air of resentment.

You never wanted any of this to happen, and you certainly wouldn’t have ever wanted to lose your father in exchange for your own life. To know that your mother stood across the room at his funeral, blaming you for his death, was heartbreaking. You didn’t know how much you could take by the time it was your turn to view his casket.

Bucky was right by your side during the whole service, not giving a single person a chance to speak to you for anything more than a few pleasantries. That was until you left him to say a final goodbye to your father's casket by yourself. This gave an old family friend an opportunity to talk to you.

"Hey." An older man called your name and prompted you to turn towards him in the line. Dave was an old friend of your father's, and you and his daughters were practically raised together.

"How is everything?" He asked. It was weird seeing him in such a somber light. "Everything is being taken care of."

You simply nod, giving a weak “yes.”

"Getting back on your feet well enough, cause you know if you ever need anything, me and the missus wanna be there for ya."

"Thank you, but Bucky has been a big help since I left the hospital." You nodded in the younger man's direction as you spoke to Dave. He turned to see Bucky staring at the both of you with sharp eyes before clearing his throat and speaking again.

"I see. You know your mom has been worried sick; she’s been wondering why you haven’t called her."

The second he said that, your blood started to boil. The amount of heartache that woman gave you after dodging your calls made you sick to your stomach.

"Call her? I’ve been trying to call her since I was in the hospital. She hasn’t picked up the phone." You started to raise your voice a little, drawing unwanted attention to yourself. Just as you try to take a deep breath to calm down, Bucky crosses the room to place his warm hand on the small of your back and steady you.

"It’s gonna to be alright, doll." He turns and addresses the older man with, "Can you not hound her right now? She just lost her father."

Bucky was given a sour and untrusting look from the older man before he walked away. Bucky instead stayed by your side in the line, massaging circles into your shoulder with his thumb as he turned you back towards the casket so you could pay your final respects.

Service ended shortly after, and Bucky quickly corralled you towards the car and took you home after helping you into the vehicle.

You’d held your tears in as best as you could today, not wanting to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing you cry after they’d all abandoned you, but when the car pulled away and it was only Bucky and yourself, they started to spill out over your cheeks.

You never in your life thought your mother would treat you like this, and it made your stomach twist with growing guilt.

"Maybe it is my fault..that he’s gone."

Bucky was quick to stop you, wiping a tear from your cheek and giving you reassurance. "Don’t say that. None of this is your fault."

The car pulled to a stop at the shoulder of the road so he could better address your downward spiral.

"Never blame yourself for this! Everyone just needs time to cope, but none of us would have wanted you to die in that fire. Especially not your dad."

You felt as if you could throw yourself over the center console to bury your face in his chest like you had for the past week. He provided a dark and safe place, holding you tightly together when you started to break. But, your tears were soon halted by the abrupt feeling of his hand pressing against the top of your thigh.

It didn’t feel inappropriate at the time; it was only a little shocking and slightly heartwarming. In the moment, it felt as if he was anchoring you, yet you still held your breath as you felt his warm palm through the fabric of your stocking.

You wait a second or two before you place your hand over top of his whispering a sad "Thank you, Bucky."

He leans in to wipe a tear from your cheek with his thumb as he whispers back, "It's the least I could do. I want to be there for you, doll."

He leaned in so that his face was in line with yours, and he matched your gaze, pouring his blue eyes into you. You didn’t register the space between the two of you closing until the shock of lips pressing against yours shook you from your fear and pain. Your eyelids only dipped instead of closing all the way as he stole the air from your very lungs.

You’re somewhat startled and a little shaken, but after he pulled away with the sound of your lips slowly breaking apart, you didn’t stop him from stealing another and then another until you were lightheaded in his hands.

When he pulls away from you, your head is left to sway as you slump back into his seat. Another small tear pricks at the corner of your eye as you take in a sharp breath. The longer the ride, the more suffocating the car became, and oddly, the only tether you had that kept you from slipping into the flood of emotions was his hand still pressed to your thigh.

You had been vulnerable, and he took advantage of that, but at the time you found him too comforting to push his advances away.

The rest of the ride was quiet, and upon your return to his house, he let you scurry back to the guest room to bury yourself in the bed for a night of restless sleep. Smoke and fire plagued your dreams again that night. Bodiless hands reach towards you in the flames. Yet, they don’t save you; instead, they hold you down until the fire eats you.

You wake, screaming out into the dark room, to find actual hands trying to steady you in the bed. Bucky was there, trying to help wake you from your restless sleep.

"It’s ok! It’s ok. You're safe here." He started to carefully rock you back and forth once you stopped flailing your body. You curled into his hold, digging your nails into his soft T-shirt as you shakingly cried into his shoulder.

He laid you back into the bed, repeating the words "you’re safe here" as he pressed his lips to your damp forehead and weaved his fingers into your hair.

You nuzzled into his chest as you tried to catch your breath, and you could feel his arms tightening around your body.

He left a few lingering pecks from your hair to the top of your forehead, whispering, "I’ve got you, doll, just let me take care of you" as they migrated to your cheek. And it worked; it melted the tension in your body. That is, until his lips steal over to yours to lock them in another kiss. This time it was more of a shock than when it had happened in the car, and your eyes flew open as he weakly tried to push him off of you.

You had no strength left, both physically and emotionally. You end up letting him take advantage of you, making love to you in the night. His hands were the first to wander through your body, desperate for you to accept them.

His fingers pressed into the T-shirt you'd worn to bed in the absence of pajamas, pulling it upward to expose your silly skin to his hungry eyes and wanted hands.

Those same hands feel as if they are all over your body as that same reassuring voice grounds you.

"This is what you needed, doll." Let me help you. Let me put you back together." His sweet tone becomes low and rough as his teeth start to dig into your skin as he nips at your neck.

His fingers hooked onto the end of those plain cotton panties he’d bought you before dragging them over the side of your hip. You stop fighting, wanting instead to find that comforting part of him. So, as the uncomfortable cotton fabric is pulled from your hips, you lift them so he can easily drag them down your legs.

Soon all that covered you from him was pulled away, and he quickly followed suit before letting his fingers slip over your stomach and towards your pink folds to delve into your sensitive core.

He’s hard and hot as he presses his member to your thigh, guiding himself into your tight channel with a heavy, satisfied sigh. He’s gentle at first, caressing and softly kissing your skin as he drags his cock along your inner walls. But, soon his touch is heavier, digging into the soft fat of your thighs and grazing his teeth along your neck as he gradually pumped himself in and out of your open flower.

It’s enough to make your head ache and your vision fuzzy as he pulls you apart with his bare hands. His body had engulfed you, becoming the only thing you could breathe in for fear of suffocating without him.

You let yourself be engulfed by him, lulled by the deep blue of his eyes as you ran your fingers through his dark hair. You wanted the distraction; you wanted his warmth, but you didn’t know if you wanted this, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him from pulling the pleasure from your body.

You turned your head to bury it in his bare shoulder as cock stirred your core into an unanticipated frenzy, pushing a wail from your chest that came out muffled against his skin. He wasn’t nearly done yet, and it seemed to go on for the rest of the night as he twisted and snapped a tightened spring within your belly until he spilled into you with a heavy sigh he breathed through tightly closed teeth.

You slept better that night than you had any other, and it would go on to become a nightly ritual for the remainder of your time spent at his home. Your waking days felt haunted, but you feared that without his presence, you’d wilt beneath the weight life had left on your shoulders.

Everything seemed to fade away in the wake of Bucky’s increasingly large presence in your life.

Your family was the first to go, as all contact between you had been severed by an unseen hand. The second would be your job, as after many days away and being unable to reach you, they were forced to let you go.

At some point, Bucky decided that a move for the both of you was what was best. You don’t recall exactly when your lives became so entangled, but you didn’t fight the change, as it felt right to start over with someone that you felt cared for you.

You have such little pushback against all of this. The brief stay at his home, once meant to help you get back on your feet, turned into a permanent residence in his bedroom. It was bizarre to have so slowly and yet so abruptly turned into someone's domestic partner, as if that would be your new identity.

This facade would eventually fall when you helped unpack after a lengthy drive all the way to New York, where Bucky had gotten his new job. You found a small box tucked away with his clothes. Upon opening it, you found items that didn’t seem to belong to him.

Inside the small shoebox were photos and mementos from your old home that you thought had perished in the fire. Pictures of your family and childhood, your birth certificate, social security card, and ID. All of which were tucked away in Bucky’s personal effects.

You nearly battled down the stairs as you ran through the house.

"What is this?" You could barely speak as each word caught in the back of your throat.

He looked at the box in your arms but didn’t answer, instead ignoring the question to place a bowl on one of the shelves.

"Answer me, Bucky!" You forced it out as loud as you could to echo off the walls and windows.

"I think you already know what all of that is."

"But..why do you have it? I thought.."

"Thought what? They burned up? No, I made sure to recover a few personal items before the fire started."

You choked on the air and listened to him unfold a terrible tale. He’d never spoken to you this harshly before, and it made the hair stand up on your arms.

"Before it started? Did you burn down my house?"

"I did what had to be done so we could get closer to one another."

"MY FATHER DIED IN THAT FIRE!"

"Now that was unintentional." Or was it?

"Why did you keep these if you didn’t want to get caught?"

He just shrugged before leaning against the kitchen counter before answering. "It just seemed like it would be something our children could have after we’re gone."

"Our children?" You nearly choked on the very words, your stomach twisting with disgust and fear. You almost felt as if you could wretch at his feet from the sickness building in your belly. It’s a slap in the face to really see how far he plans to go and what he did to get here.

"What is wrong with you?" You bit out at him.

"I think it’s time to go to bed; clearly you're tired." He grabs at your wrist only to have you yank it away and growl out, "Don’t touch me!"

His eyes narrowed, and his smile fell, giving him a more dangerous demeanor. "What now, then?"

"Where do you think you’re going to run?" His voice was barely a shout, but it still stung to hear it because he was right. You had no bridges left to run to, and the realization made everything spill right out.

“You don’t have anyone anymore.” His voice was soft and yet menacing, as if he spoke to you like a little mouse stuck in his maze.

He still reaches for you to wipe your tears away, saying "But, you have me, and only me." His voice will be dipped in this sickly, sweet poison that he’s been feeding you for so long. "That’s all you ever have."

The less you knew the better it was to accept this. You’d re-hide the box and leave it as a false memory at the back of your mind. You wouldn’t ask about it, nor would you ask about all the numbers in your phone being wrong after finally checking your contacts more thoroughly. It was all too late.

You couldn’t bear starting over again.

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This took me so long to do with my job becoming increasingly busy, and losing half of it in the proofreading machine. I’m am so glad I got this out but I wish I could have finished sooner.

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best surprise ever

a/n: requested for my celebration on my old blog, posted about two weeks ago originally. i think @maddipoof betaed this originally? not completely sure <3 (0.4k)

cw: pet names . fluffy .

firefighter! james potter x reader

The door shut behind you, the click of the lock draining some of the tension in your muscles as you padded further into your house. There was a sort of inherent warmth that came with a place you called home. The kind that was unrelated to the crackling of your fireplace It was more than just a place you lived, though it had been for a while, it was the style of the life you shared with James. It was the late Saturday nights that turned into lazy Sunday mornings, your cheek pressed against James’s freckled chest, the thump of his heart vibrating against your jaw, and his soft snores the only thing echoing off of the walls in your bedroom.

There was water running, the occasional splash letting you know that James was the one using it. He was humming something. You couldn’t tell what, just that you’d heard it before. He sang like an angel so effortlessly and it was funny really, the way heat rose to his face whenever anybody commented on it.

“I didn't know you could sing.” James jumped from his spot in front of the sink, the fork in his hand, slippery from the soap, clattering to the metal basin. He smiled a moment later though, recognizing the cadence of your voice, the way it’d slow down, that bit of rasp at the base of your throat when you’re sleepy or relaxed.

“You’re home early,” He didn’t mean the words with any hostility, just an observation, and besides, you were. James had had his first day off for the first time in months and you hadn’t been offered the same courtesy, hence your decision to surprise him. It was heartwarming really, the way James chose to help you with washing the dishes. To take on just that bit more responsibility, so you’d have one less thing to worry about when you came home. In a way you thought it had to do with guilt – the guilt that came with his long hours and not being able to spend as much time with you as he would’ve liked.

“Thought I'd surprise you,” his lips twisted into an easy grin, the same one as before, the one he had reserved for you.

He pressed his lips to your forehead, holding you there for just a moment before pulling away far enough to whisper, “Best surprise ever,”

[sweeterthan13]

this was incredibly warming. love it❤️‍🩹

incandescent glow (your touch brought forth)

summary -> Your shoulder knocks against his softly, just before the doors to your floor open and you step away. “You should come for dinner, if you’re not too beat. I know Ophelia would love to see her favorite firefighter.”

“I’m the only firefighter she knows.” Bucky smiles teasingly, but he steps out of the elevator after you. You raise your eyebrows and Buck holds his hands up in surrender. “I would love to. Thank you, sunshine.”

or; bucky barnes has a knack for finding warmth. his job as a firefighter. steve and nat and their unwavering warmth and kindness. you, and your daughter, and the sunshine filled smiles and laughs. 

he’s just trying to figure out how to tell you he wants it all with you. [bucky barnes x single mom! reader]

words -> 5.7k

warnings -> firefighter!bucky (this story in no way reflects the actual life & work firefighters do) single mom! reader (daughter is named ophelia) found family, background! steve x nat & pure softness

notes -> hello! my welcome back to writing is a little fun piece with firefighter bucky (bc i have been watching 9-1-1 nonstop) & single mom reader. this was gonna be sexier but i was in such a soft mood, so enjoy.

make sure to check out the bonus scene after my author notes at the end

eighteen plus blog.

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Bucky knows warmth. He feels it all the time.

He feels the heat of the Los Angeles sun beating against his back as he and Steve fight against whatever metal warps in car doors to save lives.

He feels it in the fire that almost burns as he pulls out families because the stove was long forgotten or a candle was just too close to the curtain.

But he never feels the kind of warmth at work that he feels around you. Your smile is always warm and eyes as bright as sunshine.

Bucky knows warmth, but no warmth can make him quite as happy as yours.

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[sj-ficrecs]

fic rec 16!

SO! i haven’t been reading fic in a long time bc i’ve been reading books BUT, discovered this fic rec in my drafts from 2022 lol oops!

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :)

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

Bucky x reader:

A Correspondence of Obligations by @pellucid-constellations prince!Bucky x princess!reader

“ Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.”

Sky Full of Song by @wkemeup pirate!Bucky x pirate/siren!reader

“Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship; on the ocean where you belonged, at the side of a captain you swore loyalty and heart to. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed.”

Starting Gate by @navybrat817 motocross!Bucky x reader

“You attract the attention of your coworker's friend who just happens to be a handsome racer who plays for keeps.”

Oath by @softlybarnes (part of the Sugar series but can be reader alone) 40s Bucky x reader

“Bucky finally proposes to Y/N.”

Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd​ Bucky x reader (Zombie apocalypse au)

“It’s been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you’ve learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He’s been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren’t telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you’re put at risk, he’ll stop at nothing to keep you safe.”

No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain college athlete!Bucky x reader

“You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.”

Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy Bucky x reader

“bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.”

Recipe for Disaster by @seventven dad’s best friend!Bucky x reader

“your dad’s best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacation”

In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader

“Bucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, that’s what you always thought). It’s been about a decade since you’ve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that you’d spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now you’re back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasn’t changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him this time.”

Love in Four Acts by @chouettedubois neighbor MCU Bucky x nurse!reader

“You’re a nurse living in Brooklyn. You’ve got a crush on your next door neighbour who doesn’t seem to know you exist. One day his cat finds its way into your apartment, forcing you both to finally meet. That’s when you learn that he’s James Buchanan Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier. Well, there goes your chances. Or maybe getting close to a superhero isn’t as far-fetched as it sounds.”

Plaything part one + two by @captain-buckyyy virgin!Bucky x reader

“bucky’s innocence is just too much for you to resist”

calamitous love series by @classylo princess!reader x commoner!bucky

“Reader is a modern princess under immense pressure to marry before she takes the crown, she choose her Prince Charming four years ago… but he didn’t choose her back. He left her with a broken heart and her kingdom to rule alone. Four years later, reader is in an arranged engagement with a man who she can see herself loving… one day… everything seems to be falling into place until her original prince shows up at her engagement party determined to win her back before her wedding day.”

Not Even a Little by @intrepidacious roommate!Bucky x reader, modern au

“The problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why it’s a bad idea. And you have.”

Followed You by @cwbucky Bucky x reader

“You meet this guy named Bucky through Instagram. Even though neither of you knows what the other person looks like, you two immediately connect. Things get complicated when you start your new job at Stark Industries and you catch a glimpse of the handsome Sergeant Barnes.”

Matched by @nony-bear Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader

“Bucky Barnes always dreamed of settling down with a mate but after decades of trauma leaving him a grumpy old man with a robotic arm he’s convinced no one could love an alpha like him. Begrudgingly he follows his therapist advice and enrolls in the Swan Program a mate matching program offered but the new aged bio-tech company Mate-Tech”

Body Talk by @boxofbonesfic trainer!Bucky x plus size!reader

“You’re determined to come out of this breakup a better you, but Bucky likes the you you are.”

King in Your Story by @sinner-as-saint viking!Bucky x princess!reader

“Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.”

Oh Baby, Oh Baby by @tooearlyforthis Bucky x reader

“As a new recruit, y/n isn’t allowed to go on all the missions yet. To make matters worse, they left behind another, someone that she had despised ever since she first stepped foot in the compound - James Buchanan Barnes.”

Before You by @m4tthewmurd0ck prince!Bucky x baker!reader

reader is a baker who happens to work at a shop the royals enjoy getting baked goods from :)

Steve Rogers x reader:

Rising Tide by @pellucid-constellations surfer!Steve x reader

“A relationship built up from the ocean floor, you and Steve had lifetime worth of memories—most best friends did. But things were beginning to change, unspoken feelings creating a rift that cast a shadow over the bond you called home. Unfortunately for you, rip currents are often hardest to spot in the dark”

[redwing4life]

ASHES TO EMBERS MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbor!Bucky x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Night terrors (Bucky), copious amounts of fluff, angst, smut, firefighter bucky is a warning in itself

SUMMARY: When an unfortunate event forces you to confront the crush you’ve had on your neighbour since you moved in, you learn that Bucky knows you better than you know yourself. As the two of you grow closer, how does he deal with his past without pushing you away?

CHAPTERS: 5 - Ongoing

tap whichever chapter title you want and enjoy reading <3

ONE: Forgotten Alarms

WARNINGS: Mentions of night terrors, trapped in small spaces, brief mention of reader being worried about bucky holding her weight, nothing else other than bucky being cute af

SUMMARY: When you get stuck in an elevator with your neighbour (who also happens to be your crush), you discover your interest in the firefighter isn’t as one-sided as you thought.

TWO: Shadows

WARNINGS: Fluff, talk about night terrors, ALPINEEE, reader continues to be oblivious, bucky being a flirt

SUMMARY: After yesterday’s elevator fiasco, you’re left with the guilt of overstepping in Bucky’s business. He could barely look at you when you went to the firehouse to thank the crew, so it’s fair to say you’re surprised when he turns up at the cafe you work at.

THREE: For You

WARNINGS: Mention of night terrors, Bucky being upset, fluff, flashbacks containing the death of a child, plenty of unholy thoughts, half naked bucky, dirty talk???, sexual tension, please let me know if i’ve missed something!!!

SUMMARY: You find Bucky at his most vulnerable when he’s sent home from work at 2 in the morning. While doing everything you can to comfort him, you realise you’re falling for him.

FOUR: Home Cooked Meal

WARNINGS: Smut (finally) - dirty talk, pet names, oral f and m receiving, fingering, tit play, praise kink, hand kink?, ball play, hair pulling, unprotected PinV sex, aftercare, reader and bucky have dinner, swearing, fluff, let me know if i missed anything!

SUMMARY: You surprise Bucky with a home cooked meal after his shift, and it’s the best damn thing he’s had in years. The pasta was pretty good too.

FIVE:

a/n: please lmk if you know the creator of the ai bucky images, full credit to them!!!!!

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okay somehow this is way better than I imagined when I sent in that ask. like I’m obsessed. you’re sick for this aerial!!!! absolutely sick omg. I’m swooning so hard right now ugghhhhnnfnff

wrapping paper — send me in a character + and au (and a prompt!) and i’ll write you a blurb! eg. bartender!eddie, firefighter!james.

um firefighter!james would definitely make stupid jokes about you being hotter than all the fires he’s had to put out. like he comes home and ur in his boxers and a tank top and he’s like wheww back to work ig 🧯🧯🧯

on fire

summary james is a nusiance when he comes home from work.

content firefighter!jamespotter x fem!afab!reader

note mal...........

James gets home and throws his duffle into the laundry before you can see the massive stain it's earned from his open Powerade. He can hear you singing, he thinks that's more important than washing his shit.

He follows the sweet lilt of your voice to the sitting room, all high and pretty, and a little puffed out. You turn with a cute jump and James tries not to stare at your thighs - or your boobs or tummy. Anything that bounces enough to make him feel dizzy. He's not always a total pervert when it comes to you.

You catch him and you beam. He doesn't spook you with his quiet entrance and James likes that a lot more than he thinks he should. You look absolutely pleased to see him, giddy smile and sparkling eyes. James doesn't expect you to catch him if he passes out at the sight of you so he sits himself down on your sofa, content with watching you dance.

You keep your earphones in, the wire going crazy as you bounce. A pair of his boxers that he knows you love, and a tank top that rides up your back as you move to show him more skin than he thinks he deserves.

The song comes to an end and you rip out your earphones and throw your phone to the couch, puffing with giddiness. "Hey, Jamie," you chirp, moving to stand between his open legs. He reaches behind you to squeeze at your thighs, soft skin under his calloused, heavy hands.

"Christ," he murmurs quietly. He feels just as out of breath as you do. "Shit, baby, grab your phone quickly."

You don't reach for It, just giggle. "What, why?"

"I need to call the boys," he pants like he's actually flustered. "Need to tell them there's a fire. That my girlfriend's so hot, she's on fire."

You fall into him, legs parted over his lap and tell him to shut up. He doesn't, obviously. He's not going to when you're laughing like that

He pulls his hand up to his ear like a phone. "Mark, shit, you better get over here. This might be the hottest we've seen."

You hit him in the chest with less heat than he's expecting, hiding yourself in his neck. "Stop," you murmur into his skin. "James, stop it."

"Babe, you're burning up," he says, squeezing at your sides until you squirm. You keep yourself hidden much to his displeasure. He wants to hold your face in his hands.

"You're awful," you sigh, melting like a puddle in his lap. Thighs flattened out like cake batter in a pan. You make the prettiest sound like a hiccup against his ear and James thinks he actually doesn't want you to sit up.

"I know," he laughs. James is selfish when he pushes his hands under the tank top you can barely classify as one. He's not one to complain, every slip of skin he catches he feels worse than he acts.

There's a beat of silence before you get more comfortable. "How was work, baby?"

James tucks his chin over your shoulder and turns to kiss the skin behind your ear. "It was good. Long."

"Poor baby," you say and he wishes you wouldn't. He shivers. "Were you safe?"

Of course, he was. He's always safe. For you. "Yeah."

"Good."

He kisses you once more and hisses like he's been burnt. "Looks like I've come right home to the danger anyways."

You lift yourself from your lap, a hint of reluctance in your sluggish movements. "Right, you're done."

"No," he reaches out to grab at you and almost catches your wrist, "baby, come back!"

You walk out to your bathroom and he feels defeated before he hears. "So, are you coming?"

James has never leapt to his feet quicker. "Of course!" he calls back. "Gotta put out the fire somehow."

[moonstruckme]

hiii I'm just here resubmitting my request<3 so maybe r was in a fire (a small or large one, u decide), james was called and when he finds out it was her he gets sooo worried and she goes to the hospital or something? thank u!!

Thanks for requesting my love!

cw: fire, paramedics/ambulance, symptoms of smoke inhalation

firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

James starts to stand you up when the ambulance turns onto your block. 

“Jamie, don’t bother them.” You feel a cough building in your chest, but you repress it. “I’m f—fine.” It escapes on the last syllable, and you can barely look at your boyfriend as he raises his eyebrows at you, incredulous.

“Humor me,” he says simply. 

You let him pull you up this time, and he presses a kiss into your hair even though you smell like pollution. James has stripped out of his bulky jacket, but the heavy pants still hang from suspenders wrapped around his black t-shirt. The fabric swishes against your leg as you make your way over to the ambulance. 

“We need oxygen,” he says without prelude, though not unkindly, nodding at the paramedic that gets out first in greeting. 

As if to punctuate this, your throat pinches warningly, and you let out a couple of meager coughs. James’ arm contracts around your waist. 

The paramedic seems to trust his authority, nodding for her partner to get something ready in the back while she walks over to you. 

“Look here please,” she says. 

You obey, flinching slightly when she points a pen light in your eyes. James’ hand migrates up to your shoulder, rubbing lightly. 

“Any dizziness?” 

“No,” you say, coughing a bit. 

She clicks her light off. “Nausea or vomiting?” 

“No.” 

“Headache?” 

“No.” 

James cuts a look your way. “Sweetheart,” he says softly. 

“I did have a headache,” you amend, “but it went away.” 

“Chest pain?” 

“A little,” you admit. 

“Shortness of breath?” 

“I don’t…” You look to James, then feel stupid. It’s not like he knows. “I don’t think so?” 

“Coughing?” 

“Yes,” James says emphatically. 

The paramedic gives him a funny look, then asks you, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you confirm. A little cough works its way out of your lungs as if to prove it. 

James looks a bit chastised. He rubs your back, touch both firm and comforting. 

She gives you both a smile. “Come sit back here, please.” 

You follow her into the back of the ambulance, perching awkwardly on the gurney in the middle.

“It seems like you have relatively mild symptoms of smoke inhalation,” she tells you. Her partner passes her a mask, and she holds it over your face for a few seconds before letting you do it yourself. Her fingers press to your wrist. “Your eyes are irritated, but it’s a good sign that your headache went away already. There’s probably not much more we can do other than give you oxygen. Your other symptoms should ease on their own.” 

You nod your understanding, relieved even if you’d been the one saying you didn’t need any help. With James, it’s typically best if only one of you shows your worry at a time. And he’s plenty worried enough for both of you right now. 

You glance over at him, standing outside with his arms crossed. It’s doing crazy things to his biceps, and you think that usually he’d grin if he caught you checking him out like this but now he looks like he might start tapping his foot impatiently. You feel guilty for getting him in such a tizzy. 

The paramedic finishes with your pulse and follows your gaze. “That your boyfriend?” she asks. 

Your breath fogs the mask. “Mhm.” 

“He seems fairly rattled,” she notes. “I supposed it’s probably not typical to get called to a fire at your girlfriend’s place, though.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. 

You’d already been sitting out on the lawn when James’ crew had arrived, the fire already put out and your front door left open. Smoke rolled out of it in one thick, relentless wave. You still have no idea how a fire that couldn’t have been burning more than fifteen minutes had created so much. You suppose James could tell you if you asked him later. 

The others had run inside, but James had gone straight to you. His chief wanted to confirm with you that there was no one else in the home (there wasn’t) and that you’d gotten out quickly (you didn’t have a great answer for that one). Like pulling teeth, it came out that you’d fallen asleep with dinner in the oven, and it was only by coincidence that someone had called your phone and the ringing woke you up. You’d turned off the oven and dumped cupfuls of water on your flaming dinner until it went out, but the smoke had spread throughout your home and your neighbor had already called emergency services. 

This led to you having to admit you hadn’t replaced the batteries in your smoke detector, which had led to a fervent lecture from your boyfriend that you doubt you’ve heard the end of. It was only the arrival of the ambulance that had distracted him. 

The paramedic sitting next to you jerks her chin toward James. That’s all it takes to get his attention, since he’s watching you like you’re going to float away if he doesn’t keep a close eye on things. 

“You can come up here,” she tells him. 

James clambers up quickly, giving her a terse smile at half his usual wattage as she moves to let him take her place next to you. 

“Hey, angel.” He takes the mask from you, holding it to your face himself. His other hand slides down the inside of your forearm and interlocks its fingers with yours. “Is she okay?” he asks the paramedic you’d spoken to. 

“Her symptoms are minor,” she assures him. “I wanna keep her on oxygen for ten minutes or so before checking her levels, but she’ll be fine.” 

James nods in thanks, but his sigh ghosts over the shell of your ear when he leans his brow against the side of your head. The paramedics conveniently find other things to do, and you’re grateful for it. 

“I’m sorry,” you tell him quietly. 

“I think you should stay at my place tonight,” he says, matching your tone, “if that’s alright with you.” 

“Yeah,” you laugh a little. It provokes your lungs, and a cough follows. 

James winces. Kisses your cheek softly. 

“Yeah,” you try again. “That sounds good, thank you.” 

“The next time you set foot in your place, I’m going with you and installing new smoke detectors.” 

Now you wince. “Fair enough.” 

“And I don’t think you should ever cook or nap again.” 

“That seems a bit far.” 

“I dunno, I think I’m being reasonable.” He kisses your cheek again, lingering this time. “I’d prefer to wrap you in some sort of fireproofed bubble wrap, but I think this is a compromise we can both live with, no?” 

You smile, and you can’t tell if your chest hurts because of your smokey lungs or the raw quality to James’ teasing, but it helps when he smiles back. 

“What if,” you say, “you cook, and I nap. Would that satisfy you?” 

He mulls this over for a second. “For now,” he decides. “I think I’d still like to work on fire-proofing some bubble wrap in the meantime, though.”

[ailoda]

updated: 14.01.25

˚☽˚.⋆ fluff

Is It Chill That You're In My Head? (❤❅): your best friend James isn’t sure why he’s so angry about the fact that you’re going on a date with someone else. (@boneblushed)

Dreamy Eyes (❤): smitten james. (@carpentvrs)

James being super soft around reader. (❤) (@theemporium)

5 People James Didn't Mean To Kiss (and one he did) (❤): James Potter is a very affectionate person. (@g1rld1ary)

Pretty Boy (❤): you think James is really pretty—unfortunately for you, Sirius notices and decides to take matters into his own hands. (@alwaysmoncheri)

Something He'd Overheard (❤): James finds himself head over heels when he sees you defending a first year student. (@sleepiexx)

The Marauder's Map (❤): James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter need help for a special resource for their pranks, so who better to go to than the best charms student Hogwarts has to offer- also the girl James seems to be in love with. (@starcrossedslytherin)

Best Surprise Ever (❤): firefighter!james. (@inkluvs)

Side Effects May Include (❤): after snagging Veritaserum from Slughorn’s office, Sirius is convinced he has concocted the perfect prank for his next victim, you. And what better way to start the day than revealing all your true feelings about your friends. (@mischievousmoony)

↪︎ Part Two (❤)

Wildest Dreams (❤): finding out that your ex-best friend might have smelt you in the Amortentia feels as surreal as you smelling him. (@pretty-little-mind33) (warning: harassment, non-consensual touching (non-sexual))

Fell Hard (❤): when James finds himself talking to the other marauders about reader. (@lupinsversion)

Shut Up Mom (❤): Harry decides it's a good idea to prank your husband. (@uramakimochi)

Something Stupid (❤): James has always adored your sweet heart and gentle ways and feels nothing more than obligated to tell you how much he loves you, even if he isn't completely sober enough to tell you. (@illicitvalentines)

Raison D'être (❤): James Potter never thought that the most terrible day of his life could give him a new reason for existing. (@santaasi)

A Little Manpower (❤): reader moving into an apartment and meets James. (@g1rld1ary)

Stop Flirting With The Nurse, Its Embarrassing (❤): it’s hard to act cool if James’ beautiful, hot nurse can hear his heart rate. (@perpetuallydaydreaming)

new! Bed Hopper (❤): after creating a tradition of cuddling James before bed, you'd think you'd have the path down by now. (@unconventional-lawnchair)

new! What If I Was You? (❤): it all started innocently enough. James noticed how kind you were. But over time, he began to notice things he probably shouldn’t have. The way your hair fell over your shoulder as you wrote something on the board. The soft sound of your laughter. The way your eyes sparkled when you looked at Harry. And for a moment, James let that forbidden thought take shape again: you at home with them, laughing, caring, belonging. (@ikkyfics)

new! Boudoir Photoshoot (❤): you have your bridesmaids show James, your, now, husband, polaroid samples from your boudoir photoshoot on your wedding night while you enjoy his reactions from afar. (@kquil)

new! Our Names In The Paper (❤): footballer!james potter x fem!sports journalist!reader. (@g1rld1ary)

new! Heart Chaser (❤): James tries to woo you over many times before, with what he does best- being a showoff and with a promise of a hogsmeade date if they win the quidditch tournament. (@empress-simps)

new! No one makes James Potter feel the way that his girlfriend does and he definitely knows it. (❤) (@alwaysmoncheri)

[baddestbittyontheblock]

james potter fic recs (2)

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my absolute favs: ❅

‹𝟹 6:00am by @gxtitobxby  james potter x reader

-tiny little droplets of water splash on your face and startle you from a deep slumber. with a grumpy groan, you scrunch your nose and open your eyes, squinting against the bright rays of sun sneaking through the blinds. what you see when you finally awake is a toothy grinned james staring down at you with soaked dark curls sticking to his forehead. "wha—why?"

‹𝟹 7:20am by ^ james potter x reader

-james getting the kids ready for school in the morning

‹𝟹 firefighter james by ^ james potter x fem!reader | daughter, mention of death

-a key turns in the lock and suddenly the dog is barking up a storm, you can hear his tail thumping eagerly against the hardwood floor right by the front door.

‹𝟹 james and tears by ^ dad!james potter x mum!reader

-"no no no tears, baby!"

‹𝟹 1:13am by ^ james potter x fem!reader | 18+ NSFW

-sex in the bathroom at a college party

‹𝟹 his last by ^ james potter x reader | fluff, smut mentions

-"I can't believe you've touched other girls like this."

‹𝟹 cute marauders blurb by ^ james potter x reader

-sirius and remus after james marries you

‹𝟹 james being whipped and cute by @ddejavvu james potter x reader

-james getting hit on when you're all out at the pub and as soon as a girl approaches, he's pulling out his phone, cued up with pictures of you.

‹𝟹 gossip by ^ james potter x reader

-james whos really attentive and invested with the tea from work/class that reader tells them while they cuddle like,, he has no idea who they are rlly but reader crawls up beside him in bed and is like "babe,, i have tea" or like "babe u know about..." and he's all ears, full attention nd all plus has the best reactions

‹𝟹 james blurb by ^ james potter x reader | 18+, minors dni

-It's always excruciatingly difficult to pull away from James's muscled arms.

‹𝟹 best friend james by ^ james potter x reader

-best friend james where hes won a quidditch game and everything but hes very tired and just wants to cuddle in bed with you. and hes asking for a kiss on every bruise he has all over his arms and neck. which sirius and remus watches with confusion

‹𝟹 rugby!james by ^ rugby!james x shy!reader

-despite james's many, many lectures on proper behavior, sirius feels like stirring shit. he's sure you won't freak out, he just wants to see how far your sense of humor will go. james has insisted you're shy, and that you're nervous to meet his teammates, but sirius's love language is teasing. really, you should feel very loved right now.

‹𝟹 james scenario by ^ james potter x reader

-james potter version of him having sex tapes/nudes of the both of you on your phone <3 and james is similar to remus in that he isn’t too worried about the marauders accidentally seeing because he trusts them, but anyone else is a hard no

‹𝟹 why didn't we work out? by @astonishment james potter x reader | fluff

-james potter had two girlfriends in his seventh year at hogwarts, y/n y/l/n who he dated for five months; lily evans, who he dated afterwards. when he's dared to call one of his exes, guess who's number he dials...

‹𝟹 smut fic by @lizard-on-a-window-pane james potter x reader | pure smut (NSFW (minors do not interact!), sex, p in v, mention of afab parts but no pronouns or much gendering), established relationship, cocky lovable James

-him fucking the reader senseless and him being smug about how good he can make her feel

‹𝟹 uncertainty by @randomoutsiders james potter x reader | SMUT, drinking, swearing, the boys being prats, etc, 6.2K

-they're drunk at a party and do it in a bathroom

‹𝟹 cute james fic by ^ james x pregnant!reader | fluff

-"I thought you told me you weren’t going to wear those pants anymore because of how tight they’re getting.” Your fiancé murmurs, the crescent-moons of his dull nails scratching at his scalp underneath his thick bramble of dark curls. 

��𝟹 birth control by @berrieluv james potter x plus size! reader | birth control, hormones, weight gain, mood swings, kinda sub james if you blink but he's a soft dom, reader is just a victim of james' breeding kink, plus size reader.

-james is a simp for you, but your titties hold a place for themselves in his heart.

‹𝟹 james the mother hen by @sirisuorionblack james potter x hufflepuff!reader | minor injuries

-the reader plays quidditch and gets hurt during a gryffindor v hufflepuff game and he feels really guilty about it and is really overbearing because he wants to help her feel better

‹𝟹 never grow up by @bealovesmarauders james potter x fem!afab!reader | reader has just given birth, tons of fluff, dad!james, slight rugby!james, 1.4k

-in which james can't get enough of his newborn daughter, and you don't want her to grow up.

‹𝟹 james being a gentleman by @theemporium james potter x reader

-james potter was born and raised to be a gentleman.

‹𝟹 drunken love affair by @vxntagedior frat boy!james potter x fem!reader | fluff, drinking, everyone is drunk, james is drunk and in love, 2.2k

-college frat wedding

‹𝟹 watch over you by @scvrllet  the marauders x platonic!fem!reader | angst

-the marauders may have passed but that doesn’t mean they have left you

‹𝟹 lost by @cosmal james potter x fem!afab!reader

-you call james drunk and lost when your friends ditch you on a night out

‹𝟹 baking with james potter by @luvrsinn  james potter x reader

-safe to say, his culinary skills are not the absolute worst.

‹𝟹 dad!james blurb by @treesthatarepeachy dad!james potter x mom!lily potter

-james looked into green eyes, frowning slightly. He was disappointed, of course. How was it that a person he had lived with for over a year and a half could not recognize the atmosphere in the kitchen? “Harry,” James told him, lifting the baby onto his hip and putting the sippy cup in his hand back onto the high chair, “this is not a happy song!”

‹𝟹 dad!james drabble by @luveline dad!james potter x mom!reader

-"daddy," your daughter says seriously. james swallows his mouthful of scorching coffee very quickly and winces as he asks, "What, shortcake?"

‹𝟹 mama boy harry by @inkdrinkerworld dad!james potter x mom!black!reader

-james always joked about feeling jealous because toddler Harry was always running after his mama, but then when Harry is growing up it’s actually really sweet because he constantly sends her letters from school.

‹𝟹 bestfriend james blurb by ^ bestfriend!james x reader

-touchy bestfriend james giving u the longest hugs

‹𝟹 too many nights by @whorediaries-09  james potter x reader | 18+ content

-' love it when you act all controlling like that knowing damn well I can leave you shaking under me.'

‹𝟹 lacy, oh lacy. by @lizpottersworld james potter!bf x reader. lily evans!platonic x reader | swearing, angst, mentions of harm, trying to be someone, heart break, the need for approval

-not everyone gets their happy ending, and in this instance the beautiful, caring redhead falls behind the trail of her angelic best friend.

‹𝟹 bestfriend james by @moonstruckme bestfriend!james x fem!reader | pg-13 level smut

-when you come in, james looks nearly asleep despite the sunlight still streaming in through the windows.

‹𝟹 dizzy by @moonstruckme roommate!James x fem!reader | alcohol, 2.7k

-when your roommate james comes home after a night out with his friends, he's acting even more affectionate than usual

‹𝟹 marauders by ^ poly!marauders x fem!reader | 1.1k

-your teeth chatter as you step out of the fastest shower of your life, barely drying yourself off before starting on your makeup. you’re so dumb.

‹𝟹 my girl by @alwaysmoncheri james potter x fem!reader | cheesy writing, lots of fluff, sunshine!reader, james is whipped for the reader, based on my girl, by the temptations, implications of wolfstar, pda,

-no one makes james potter feel the way that his girlfriend does and he definitely knows it

‹𝟹 pretty boy by ^ james potter x fem!reader | implied gryffindor!reader, siruis playing matchmaker, mutual pinning, fluff, cheesy writing, kissing, public displays of affection, 1k

-you think james is really pretty—unfortunately for you, sirius notices and decides to take matters into his own hands

‹𝟹 glitch by @pretty-little-mind33 james potter x fem!reader | SMUT (NSFM), enemies to lovers, intoxication, swearing, mentions of spiking a drink, unprotected sex (but fr wrap it before you tap it besties), penetration, degradation, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, kinda dubious consent in the beginning? (James does ask for consent and reader agrees though!), kissing, premature ejaculation

-you never intended to admit you would fuck james potter. you hate him. well, turns out you hate him a little less when he's touching you in ways you'd only dreamed of.

‹𝟹 you are in love by ^ james potter x lupin!fem!reader | fluff, friends to lovers

-you never realized how much of an idiot your brother's best friend is until he becomes jealous.

‹𝟹 timeless by ^ james potter x muggle!wife!reader | fluff, hurt and comfort

-james wants to take you out to one of his families' fancy parties. However, he underestimates how cruel people can be when someone is different.

‹𝟹 king of my heart by ^ james potter x fem!reader | fluffy fluff, swearing, slut shaming, mentions of sex, pranks

-you and james are friends with benefits until daisies and an incident with one asshole Quidditch player stirs up some hidden (or not-so-hidden) feelings

‹𝟹 this love by ^ james potter x fem!reader | fluff &lt;3, swearing, discussions of consent (nothing bad happens at all!! I promise!), implied sexual relationship

-sometimes your lovely boyfriend can have a hard time with the word 'no'.

‹𝟹 hope ❅ by @fourmoony james potter x fem!reader | fluff

-james brings home a baby. A baby that is not kidnapped. part 2, part 3 , part 4

‹𝟹 hope (2) ❅ by ^ james potter x fem!reader | fluff

-james, sirius, and remus are bested by hope.

‹𝟹 hope (3) by ^ james potter x fem!reader | fluff

-james and sirius miss hope's first steps, but not her first time on a broom.

[tremendouscreationperson]

So this is a bit odd but Logan x Death!Reader

There be deaths in here, blood, pains, etc so be careful

Fun fact: I was originally thinking of this for Din Djarin

It had been so long since he had seen you. Far too long. Logan had missed you with every day, every hour, minute and second that passed. You were his love.

Simultaneously the best and worst thing to happen to him.

The ‘best’ because he hadn't ever thought it possible to find his other half. Hadn't believed in the notion of a Soulmate yet you were the proof.

The ‘worst’ because to meet you was strenuous. It literally meant death. He had to be around tragedy to glimpse you and die to touch you.

He couldn't remember the first time you met. You were able to tell him pieces of his life which helped close some of the gaps in his memory.

There had been a car crash, the flames were sweltering as firefighters tried to quash them. Logan didn't raise his head to the wreckage, partly wanting to be respectful but mostly because he could smell the corpse. It was only when he felt eyes piercing his very being that he glanced around eventually landed on you.

Your hair was long and waving in a nonexistent breeze, you wore a dark headpiece which matched your frankly odd - but who was he (wearing yellow Spandex every other day) to judge? - outfit. It was a black skin tight bodysuit adorned with green. What in the Mutant hell were you?

Logan was ready to give you a sneer and fuck off but you smiled sweetly at him, even waving your fingers in a ‘hello’.

He waited, now curious, were you someone he knew from before?

You glided over with unearthly grace and once again offered a smile. “James, it has been decades.”

Logan's brows furrowed. Who the fuck was James? Instead of asking that he opted for the more diplomatic: “Do I know you?”

Your sweet demeanour fell, a flash of hurt covered by a blank slate. “You do.” He watched as your eyes scanned him and then refocused. “You have lost your memories.”

He gave an impatient huff in response.

“We were acquaintances.” Your voice wasn't familiar but his body had relaxed enough to know that was true. “You gave me my name.”

“You called me the wrong one.” He accused. The dog tags he wore told him his name was Logan, he was Logan. Whoever James was, was lost.

“You were James Howlett when we first met.” The flames were gone behind you, the charred body carted away whilst the morbidly fascinated crowd watched on as police took details. “I took your father. It was premature, I thought he could have more time, but I took him and got him safely to the other side."

“Other side?” He quirked a brow, what were you on about, there was no ‘other side’.

“I am a Reaper.” The words were spoken matter-of-factly, as though they weren't batshit.

“Yeah sure.” He rolled his eyes, completely done with this level of nonsense. “Look bub I ain't buying what you're selling so I suppose I'll see you next time I get in a fight.” And with that Logan walked away grumbling.

~~

There was no God, with all his suffering, Logan knew that to be true and in the not-real almighty's cruel twist of fate he was now eating his words.

Your pleasant face hovered over him as he was sprawled on the floor.

“Logan.” You greet.

He didn't have a name for you. “Bub.” He nodded, extending his hand for you to take.

“You can't touch me whilst you're alive.” You pointedly kept your hands behind your back.

“I thought you were a 'Reaper'?” He hoisted himself up, his torso and leg were covered in still warm blood.

“You did briefly die but you never remain dead.” You clarify for him. He knew he healed but he- he didn't know that he couldn't die. Was he immortal? “It took mere seconds for your body to heal.”

“Why are you here then?” He pried the sticky shirt from his chest and cut away at the material.

“I had a point to prove.” You wink before adding, “I thought we'd have more time.”

“More time?” This was trippy. So - if you were to be believed, which he was still very much on the fence about - you were a ‘Reaper’ and he couldn't die and you had had a previous relationship(?) he was unaware of.

A soft sigh escaped you, “sometimes you can pass the first veil, you can enter limbo where some souls linger. We commune there. Would have immediately proved my point.”

“Let me get this straight.” He was now standing before you, bloodied and shirtless, wearing a big confused frown. “I can't die?”

“No. Strictly speaking you are an abomination but you grew on me.” There was a fondness in the crinkle of your eyes and smile lines.

“And how long have we known each other?”

“We first met as I said when I took your father in the 1800s but it wasn't until the 1900s when we began to actively converse.”

Logan's eyes were wide. He knew his healing was good and, yeah, he had just learnt that he was immortal but learning that he was 200+ was quite something.

“I'm sorry, perhaps I should have eased you into that. I forget myself.” At least you had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Uh, it's- it's alright.” He must have been in shock because he just let someone off the hook.

~~

It took seven more visits for him to realise the two of you had had a special relationship. There was something about you that wedged its way into his mind. Usually because of a throw away comment that blew his mind. Such as the fact that there was a ‘plethora of afterlives’ as well as a ‘pantheon of Gods’. It was weird to have that confirmed. Every religion was based off truth and there were countless forgotten ones that would house the non believers, there were options for reincarnation and by fuck this was all bonkers.

The worst part, though, was that you were funny. He liked listening to you explain your world and he was in awe of your beauty. It hadn't gone unnoticed the first time he laid eyes on you but now he could really appreciate your ethereal splendour. Your eyes and lips had dark makeup that he wasn't sure was makeup - did a Reaper put make up on? - and you gave off an omnipotent air. But you were effortlessly funny, you always found a way to make him laugh and he prided himself on his gruff exterior.

“So who is really in charge then?” He had asked, walking next to you in a forest. Logan had found you stroking the neck of a deer, your face forlorn as he spied the shitty placement of the arrow. He hated hunters.

“In charge of what?” Your palms were folded in front of you, they were pitch black which faded at your wrist and blended into your natural skin tone.

“Out of the Gods.” He clarified. “Who do you work for?”

You turned in consideration and then replied with “I do not work for a God and there is no ‘in charge’.” You paused. “Plus a God can die but you can't kill Death.”

He chuckled, his brows shooting upwards. “Wow, so I'm hanging out with the big guns? With Death? I thought you were a Reaper.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I am a Reaper and I have taken Gods to their afterlives'.”

“No, there's a difference between ‘Death’ and ‘a Reaper’.” He argued.

“Would it make you feel differently if I told you I was Death?” He had the feeling the two of you had previously had this conversation, there was a pang of familiarity just out of reach.

“No.”

Your lip pulled. “Good.”

~~

“How can you spare all this time for me?” Logan was genuinely curious. You'd appeared to him as he finished up in the Danger Room.

“I am not alone in my job. There are others that help, Yama, Azrael, Thanatos.”

“Why do you spare all this time for me?” He kept his gaze solely on the cigar he held. Observing it between his fingers.

“I enjoy your company.” You simply stated. “There have been others that have healed, that have cheated Death but none like you. The whole idea of you used to irritate me, I believed it was a sick joke at first. That you were sent to vex me but I now think you are a blessing. As I said you named me, you gave me something that made me more than a Reaper. I am still impartial, if I am needed I will be there, but I now tend to stop and watch the sunrise merely because I... want to. You gave me that.”

What does one say to that? You openly admitted that he gave you freedoms in your dutiful life. Was what you had a life? Were you alive? “I think I could've come up with something better than Y/N.”

“No.” You adamantly shook your head. “Y/N is the kindest name I've had in a long time.”

He didn't know how to deal with your eyes. They were pure, affection radiated from them, he didn't deserve that level of affection from a being such as yourself.

If you were a girl in a bar he would've had you in bed by now but you weren't. You were different, he would always be with you in some respect because death was everywhere. He had to approach this differently. He had to befriend you first, which was terrifying as he had no experience with that.

He was open to the idea of getting you in bed, of course he was.

Look at you.

You were fucking beautiful.

And funny.

And scary.

And powerful.

Everything he liked in a woman, wrapped in a gorgeous skintight outfit.

When had he stopped seeing you as an acquaintance and started seeing you as a lover?

“Logan are you alright?” You quirked your head. “That wasn't weird to say was it?”

“No.” He shook his head. “It wasn't weird to say, sorry I just- glad I could help.”

He was fucked.

~~

Logan was being tortured by some shitheel of a Mutant. He didn't even know what the kid had against him but this was different. The kid had been brought in to keep Logan down. To force him to stay dead for as long as it took to take down the others.

Which would've been terrifying if not for: “Logan!”

He spun around, his body lighter than it had ever been, and saw you standing with a concerned expression.

The room he was currently in was still there but the features were blurred, out of focus. He could see the vague shape of his body at his feet but the only in focus objects were you and himself.

“Is this Limbo?”

“Yes.” You knelt to observe the body he couldn't see, your hands hovered at a respectable distance. “This isnt- you need to get back.”

Confused, he asked: “Wait, isn't this what you said we did?”

“Not like this. Not with you being forced-” You cut yourself off.

“So I'm finally here but it's not right?” He couldn't win with you. Wasn't this what you wanted? You'd mentioned the veil twice and that he ‘had passed it before’, he was interested to know what the big deal was and now being lectured. Fucking brilliant.

“Logan, it'll never be right for you to be here.” You stood to your full height, closer than you've ever allowed him to be. “A minute or two here and there in the past was-” He was staring intensely at you. “What?”

“I-I can feel your breath.” He never could out there. You were always there and not there. Half in the living world but never fully.

“Of course you can, you're in my domain. We can even touch in here.” To amplify your point your fingers caught his wrist.

Logan's eyes flickered to your hands and back to your face. Putting two and two together, “You liked us being here. Where we can touch. Did we ever…?” He left the question open ended but he needed to know.

Hesitantly you admit, “We've shared a kiss.”

“Why didn't you mention that?” That should've been the first fucking thing you told him. His strange teenage crush on you was immediately validated.

“You didn't remember, you might not have wanted us to.” You shrug one shoulder. “I am Death.”

Logan placed a palm on your cheek, thumb caressing the soft flesh, and the other on your hip. He could touch you here. Of course you liked it when he visited. Fuck he liked to visit.

Your eyes tried to remain on his but they kept landing on his lips.

He leant down, slow enough for you to pull back - although he'd bet money that you wouldn't - and just as his nose met yours he gasped awake on the floor.

“Fuck!” He growled.

“Tha’ no way to thank ‘he Gambit for saving yo’ ass.”

~~

The almost kiss was seared in his brain. The soft look on your face as your eyes fluttered shut and your lips ghosted his own.

He was angry at Gambit for a solid month which wasn't exactly fair and no one knew about you so it seemed worse but the anger was valid.

He had almost kissed you.

Logan made a point to jot down the name of that mutant - Ignatius Clartion - in case any future opportunity didn't naturally occur.

He could always try Rogue if not.

Look at him, looking for ways to kill himself for long enough to make out with Death.

Fuck this was weird.

But he wasn't above that.

What made this worse was that you had taken a longer hiatus than usual, so he was left to stew alone which resulted in him taking every mission he could. Logan threw himself into the fray with even less care than before. Even considered entering the fight rings he used to dominate in just for a few seconds passed the veil.

He knew he shouldn't. You might not be best pleased if he turned up from basically committing suicide just for a make out session. But it was tempting.

He started sleeping around less, he went weeks without a fuck and that was hard.

All for nothing because you were gone.

~~

“Logan.” Your voice roused him from slumber. “Logan.” He had to blink a few times before his eyes could fully open.

“Y/N.” He grumbled.

“What are you doing?” Your tone was accusatory. “You almost died from kidney failure and that is saying something.”

“Just a couple drinks.” He sat up and flicked the table lamp on. His room was a mess but he could blame that on the whiskey and if you happened to notice his naked chest then that was a bonus. He was so fucked.

“Don't do that again.” You ordered before taking a step back.

“Wait!” He stopped you vanishing just in time. “Are we not gonna even talk about last time?”

“You're right.” You nodded and worried your lip. “You were in a prolonged state of death and I took advantage, I'm sorry. I have tried to keep my distance, I didn't realise quite how inappropriate it was to-”

Logan's chuckle cut you off. “Hold up. I almost kissed you and you're apologising for it?”

“It was an abuse of power.” You inform.

“No, it was almost a really fun time.” He shuffled to the edge of the bed, setting the duvet aside and sitting in only his boxers. “I'm pissed it was cut short, how do I enter the veil correctly?”

Perplexity was splattered across your features. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. “Logan, you have to die. There is no correct way.”

“I can't die.” He offered.

“It wouldn't be right.” You argue.

He realised something, “Why can't I touch you?”

“I cannot touch anything. My touch corrupts, decays, withers.”

“I can't die.” He repeated.

“But you could live your eternal life in a state of paraplegia. My touch could cause the metal of your bones to poison you over time, your skeleton could get so heavy it breaks down, your skin could rot away and you'd live as a corpse.”

“Or my healing factor counteracts you.”

“You can only see me because you have died, even that is taboo, and here I am arguing with you about kissing. Logan it isn't the natural order of things. I shouldn't have admitted that to you. It was better when you couldn't remember me.”

“No.” He vowed, anger rising. “You can't decide that.”

Your shoulders sagged. “I'm trying to keep you safe.”

“Fuck that.” He made a fist in the centre of his chest and unsheathed his claws. He coughed up blood as your eyes bulged and suddenly the room was blurred. There was no longer the taste of iron in his mouth and he stood, immediately crossing the space between you and joining your lips.

You moaned against his tongue before remembering yourself and pulling away slightly - your foreheads still touching - “this is wrong.” You mutter as he chases your lips and once again the two of you are sharing breaths. His tongue glides against yours and you let out another moan, melting in his arms.

Logan breaks the kiss only to trail his lips downwards, leaving sloppy kisses against your jaw and nipping at your neck.

The breathy sigh you release is all he needs in life. He wants this every day. Needs it.

“Feels pretty right to me.” He licks a stripe up your neck and you are forced to agree.

His hands have been frantically grabbing whatever they could due to his need to memorise every part of you. The material of your bodysuit was soft and allowed him to knead your breasts and hips without a barrier.

Logan tried to reign in his frantic movements but as he felt the fierce woman become putty in his hands he couldn't help but tilt your head exposing more of your neck to bite at the tender flesh once, nipping softly around it and kissing the mark he made. He had to mark his territory.

These needs were new.

Never before had he wanted to claim someone. Wanted others to know.

But now...

Seeing you let him do whatever he wanted was stirring something dark within him.

You were literally more powerful than anything in this world, in the universe, and he wanted everyone to know - you were his.

Were you his?

You better be.

He wanted you to be.

How would that work?

Logan coughed awake and let out a frustrated growl.

“Don't vanish!” He yelled sitting up to see that you hadn't. You were still here which was a good sign. “Let me-”

“No.” You stopped him, “Don't do that again, I'll be here if you do die but don't commit suicide for me.” The words were undermined by your fingers touching your lips.

Logan's frown was so large that he could see it in his line of vision. He really wanted to fuck you.

“Please.” You add, stepping forward and actually sitting on the bed. Again there was a distance between the two of you but you were trying.

~~

The whole ‘don’t commit suicide’ thing was bullshit.

Logan had to be sneaky about finding his ways to see you.

You always greeted him with a warm embrace and a hot passionate kiss.

He hated waking up. Which a therapist would argue was not healthy at all but Logan did not give a fuck.

It was noticed by the X-Men that he seemed to have a death wish and he was even approached by Ororo and Jean one day about his mental health. He was thankful that his friends were so caring but the more questions they asked the harder it was to explain.

And so he dialled back.

He ensured when he could die it would be a longer death.

The frequency was less but the time was more. A better compromise.

You were on the battlefield collecting poor innocent civilians and hung around to talk to him. “I know that I can't die but is there any way you can control how long I die for?” It was becoming a running joke amongst the X-Men that Logan talked to the dead. He looked insane.

“I-I can't control that but I do have a certain skillset that I've been thinking of introducing to you.” You wring your hands. “I don't like the idea of it but at least you wouldn't be thrown back without warning.”

“Tell me.”

“Time isn't linear, I can distort it, I can make one minute here be as long as I want there. I could elongate the moment.”

The grin that split his face was infectious. You tried and failed not to look pleased. “Next time, do that.”

~~

The death was fairly ordinary. He was riding Scott's bike home when the front wheel hit a patch of ice and skidded, flinging the bike to the right. Logan landed with a harsh thud on his neck.

He'd never been so excited.

You made good on your promise and displayed your other power of teleportation. Bringing him to his room.

Now that there was time he was going to take as long as he wanted.

There would be no frantic rushing, no, he would spread you out and treat you how you deserved.

Fuck was he going to be your first?

Did beings like you even have the concept of virginity?

You stood awkwardly at his side, your inner debate plain to see.

“Y/N.” He brought you to the present, with a hand on your waist.

“Logan.” You responded by placing your palm on his chest.

“Have you ever?” He wiggles his brows.

You huffed. “You wouldn't know this because of how easy going and encouraging I have been but this is not a common occurrence.”

He liked your sarcasm but loved what you said. You were going to be all his.

There wouldn't be another.

You belonged to him. The two of you knew that.

Logan's right hand found your neck and he tilted you to meet your lips.

This was the first slow kiss between you. He pecked at your lips before sliding his tongue along them, you eagerly opened your mouth and he explored. This time was borrowed and he would gladly accept the cost if it meant he could keep giving you leisurely kisses.

Your fingers flexed against his chest as he kissed you, the slow rhythm drove you equally as wild.

Logan kissed your nose, he loved your nose, then your forehead.

You took advantage of this angle and placed a tentative peck against his exposed neck. You could feel him stiffen and worried he was angry but Logan asked you to do it again.

And so you firmly repeated the action, giving his jaw the same attention he gave yours.

Your tongue ran across the flesh and you could feel the prickle of his stubble.

All these new sensations were maddening. He sensed that you were excited and purposely rubbed the stubble on you causing a full body laugh.

“No!” You wriggled out from the tickly chin but his grip on you tightened. “That's not fair.” You giggled.

Logan adored the sound.

He was well and truly yours.

“I've just discovered the one way I'm superior to you, I am going to expose it.” He smirks down, tempted to tickle you again but holding back.

“If I knew that this was what you were planning I wouldn't have suggested to bend the rules. Maybe I should send you ba-” He cut you off with another kiss. You weren't serious in your words so allowed the interruption.

Logan trailed his fingers up and down your body, making you twitch again but with a new sensation. This was slightly tickly but the new heat in your abdomen override that and made your back arch. Pressed you into him.

A palm found your spine and pulled you closer before it migrated down to grab a handful of your ass. He kneaded the flesh, fingers lower than socially acceptable and they found themselves closer to your pussy than he had actually intended. Oh well, Logan made circles with his middle finger and found where he wanted to be.

The whole time his hand was exploring he was lazily kissing you only stopping once your mouth fell open and you mewed against his lips. Your face contorted in pleasure and he couldn't help but watch.

“I think we should get out of our clothes.” He spoke lowly, to not ruin your high.

Your eyes flickered open and you nodded once, extracting yourself and with a wave of your hand you were bare for him.

Logan ripped the leather jacket from his back and tore the shirt in one swift movement. Eyes not once straying from your form. Your hands were still dark and your face still had the make up on but otherwise you were bare and he was going to wank to this image for the rest of his life.

There was nothing that could make him forget you now. What had happened to make him forget you in the first place?

His belt and trousers fell and he stepped out of his boots, ready for you.

You weren't nervous but he could tell there were things that you were conscious about, having never done them before, so he promised he'd make this perfect.

“Let's sit.” He led you to the bed and sat with you. “Let me know if I'm doing anything wrong.”

“But I won't know.” You countered.

“If it hurts, it's wrong.” He concluded.

You nodded, biting your lip. “You'll do the same?”

He didn't embarrass you with the scoff that tried to claw its way out, merely giving you a nod.

Logan brought you to him again, kissing your neck. Sucking and nipping his way from your left ear to the right. He then journeyed downwards, his hands guiding your body to lay on the bed as he kissed his way to your core.

Logan spent extra attention on your chest, how could he not? Your breasts were glorious. He sucked one nipple as he squeezed the other and your body reacted naturally to the feelings.

He breathed in your scent, a low growl rumbling in his chest as it mixed with your slick.

Leaving your now marked tits he carried on down past your stomach and pubic bone to where he had longed to be. He parted your legs and drooled.

Your cunt was breathtaking. It was moist and free of any hair - not that he would care - and it just invited him in. It did feel naughty to defile such beauty but it was more of a crime to leave you without an orgasm or twenty.

“You ready baby?” He asked, simultaneously lowering himself and lifting your legs over his shoulders.

“Y-eah.” Your breath hitched.

Logan licked from your core to clit and you audibly gasped, hands clutching his hair.

“Sorry.” You detangled them.

“Put them back.” He ordered, “I wanna feel you. If I'm not doing what you want me to, make me.”

He knew he kept thinking it but he had never wanted anyone the way he wanted you.

It was intoxicating to know the two of you were so compatible. He was drunk on you and there was no AA that would be able to help.

Logan buried his face at your core, lapping up your slick. It was sweet. For someone whose touch could only decay you tasted like an angelic being.

He used a hand to spread your folds so he could get his tongue deeper, licking inside.

His hand ached to get closer to the action, finger playing with your core as he spun his tongue against your clit. He knew he would have to ease in, so he tried to slowly introduce his finger by running it across the hole, teasing you, making you want more as he did the same to your clit.

Your thighs were ridged against his ears in an attempt to clamp shut but he used his spare arm to hold one open, hand intertwining with one of yours.

The finger slipped in past the nail as he sucked your clit to distract you. You were dripping with slick so he met zero resistance but he didn't want you to feel any discomfort.

He came up for air - to watch your face - as he pumped the finger in and out, each time going deeper.

Your chest was rapid and he tried to not lose himself in the view but it was hard when your tits were right there.

Logan remembered himself and kissed your inner thigh, adding another finger. Your body shuddered with pleasure as his facial hair scratched your sensitive skin.

Logan was quite content with laying between your legs watching himself disappear in you but he had a job to do. He was going to make you cum, then he was going to do it again and again.

His lips met yours and he pulled his fingers from you to suck the juices. He would need this weekly. Monthly at a push. You tasted fucking perfect.

There was no-one that was better suited to him.

“I feel-I feel really hot.” You told him as he re-entered the fingers, adding a third.

“I'll take care of you.” He promised, quickening the pace.

It didn't take long before your moans increased and you were panting louder and louder before you let a breathy groan and came around his fingers.

He wasn't done with you though.

He kept pumping in and out, working you through the orgasm, forcing it to continue long after you began twitching and tugging his hair.

“It's too much.”

Logan hated those words but did concede, pulling out finally and pushing himself up your body. Your legs fell from his shoulders to his waist, his dick inches from you, he could feel the warmth.

“You okay?” He cupped your cheek with his dry hand.

You nodded, speaking out of breath, “It was really good.”

“Good?” He sassed.

“Really really good.” Your cheeks heated and you crossed your legs around his waist. It was an innocent move on your part to keep them from falling but he was drawn into you and brushed against you.

Your squeak and his growl harmonised.

“You want more?” He nuzzled your nose with his.

“I want more.”

He made you promise to tell him if it was too much before he gathered your slick with his head and rubbed it across his dick. He eased his way deeper in and your body went rigid.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Nodding earnestly. “Jus- just big.”

He did not even attempt to be bashful, instead basked in the compliment. “All yours.”

Logan managed to rock back and forth pushing himself further into your hot core and the two of you were in too much pleasure to speak.

Three thirds of the way there he could feel the most resistance but he played with your clit and kissed your neck, your breasts, your lips to distract you from any pain.

He took his time but finally he was sheathed. Logan gave you as much time as you needed, your brows pulled in pleasure.

“Open your eyes.” He begged.

Your lips were glistening, cheeks hot, eyes glazed. You looked truly fucked out and he hasn't been fucked you yet.

Logan kissed you and ever so slowly did his first full thrust, your lips parted in a silent ‘oh’ and he had to thrust again.

The ‘oh’ was not silent this time. With each thrust he sped up and suddenly the two of you were fucking.

Your string of somewhat lucid “oh, ohoh, oh, yes, fuck, Lo.” spurred him on. He would get you there as many times as you'd let him.

He flicked your nipple and you gave him a half-annoyed-half-horny look.

Logan bent to capture your lips and you eagerly met his, your hands - which had been clutching the slightly in focus sheets - cradled his cheeks. Treating him with care that juxtaposed the way he was hammering into you.

The kiss ended with you gasping for breath when your second orgasm erupted, it was unexpected but he wouldn't complain.

Logan wanted to last longer he really did but the way your pussy clutched him, suffocated him, made that nearly impossible.

At least he had zero refractory period.

Logan came inside you, where it was warm and doughy, with a bite of your neck. He worked through his orgasm and finally halted his movements. He tried to keep his weight off you but you forced him down, forced him to hug you. Your lips kissing his temple as he caught his breath.

~~

The two of you were sitting on a park bench, people watching. This was quite possibly the longest time the two of you had spent together.

“Look.” Logan nodded towards a young girl that fell. She sniffled at the scraped knee but immediately stood and booted the soccer ball. “She’s got balls.”

“The human spirit is hard to break.” You comment, leaning your chin on a palm. “It’s commendable.”

Logan watched you out of the corner of his eye, again struck by your beauty. He could write essay after essay about you.

“Do you ever wish you were one?” The question fell from his lips before his brain could catch up. Was that rude? Nah, you’d know what he meant.

“Yes.” Your head swivelled to him. “I haven’t the need to eat or sleep, I’ve never been cut or sunburnt.”

“I think that’s sweet.” His lips upturned, tongue swiping across his teeth. “I could take you on a date if you wanted. I know you don’t need to eat but it couldn't hurt to taste something, right?”

“You’d look insane.” That wasn't a no.

“I'll put on an earpiece and pretend I'm on the phone.”

The shy smile you wore was endearing. “I’ve never been on a date.” You bit your lip. “It's a lovely idea but I'll have to decline. The food would probably rot in my mouth.”

“What about the cinema?”

Your eyes left him, landing back on the field, intently watching the humans interact mundanely. “I suppose it couldn't hurt. As long as no one touches me.”

“What if I kill myself and we can make out?”

You had to restrain yourself from slapping him.

~~

Storm knocked once and then proceeded to let herself into his room. “Logan I'm worried.”

“By all means, make yourself at home.” He snarked.

“You are worrying the team.” She ignored him and sat on his bed, plucked the book from his hands and gave him a look. “You're reading?”

“Was trying to.” He swiped at the book but Ororo kept it out of reach.

“Can you explain what's happening? You are talking to yourself, running headfirst into danger and I haven't seen you flirting, not even in jest!” She smoothed a wrinkle in his duvet. “Is there something I need to do? Someone I need to call?”

Logan had had this same talk time and time again. Perhaps he should just tell someone? Poor Rogue had even started to check up on him. He forced out a sigh and crossed his arms. “It's complicated.”

“We're mutants, everything is complicated.”

The two of them sat in silence for a while, merely staring at each other. How should he begin? What would she think? “I'm seeing Death.”

She nodded, “we all have to face death at one point in our lives. I know it's hard but there are people that can help.” Bless her.

Okay, maybe a different approach. “I've been seeing someone.”

Storm's brows met her hairline. “Yeah? This is why you've been worried about death?”

“No. It's- she's-” He rubbed his neck. “I can't die.” Storm frowned at the subject change. “I can't die and she is Death. I've been seeing Death.”

To her credit Storm's face stayed still, she had no judgement or ridicule or even disbelief but she didn't have acceptance either. “Is this a joke?”

“No.” He spoke with his hands. “I've been going insane because I love this woman and she's brilliant and funny and kind and gorgeous and generous. She is not a Grim Reaper, she is sweet, she is the cycle of life and death. It's fucking chaos. She's a literal God- no she's above them because even God's can die. Oh yeah, Storm there's Gods. Plural! And no one here can see her. I look insane because I can and to even touch her I have to be dead. Fuck, I need a fucking drink.”

Storm let the words settle in the air, taking everything he said in. “It doesn't sound overly healthy to get into a relationship where you have to die to hold the person.”

“Gambit and Rogue make it work.” He mused. “She's not a fan, either.”

“Logan, I'm going to need to process everything you've said and I will come back with questions.”

~~

The team were made aware of Logan's partner. It was mortifying but at least none of them could see how actually whipped he was with you.

If you could be perceived by them he'd be done for.

But he longed for it?

It was a strange realisation that now they knew about you he really craved to show you off, yet he was concerned that they'd know you were his weakness.

If you were human, the Brotherhood, AIM, HYDRA, ALKALI and whoever else would've killed you by now just to prove a point.

No, it was better to have you tucked away.

To keep you to himself, however selfish that was.

But it would be nice to have a photo of the two of you.

He had tried to convince you to enter a mall photo booth with him on your date. You adamantly refused because of the tight squeeze.

“I don't believe I'd show up anyway.” You waved him off. “But it was a nice idea, a very ‘couple’ thing to do.”

That prompted him to ask, “are we a couple?”

“Well, literally speaking we are a couple as we are two people but you don't mean that.” You sidestepped a group of teens. “I'd like to think you aren't just seeing me for my body, I know I'm not.”

“Not bending the rules for a good fuck?” That got him the dirtiest look from an old lady. “Sorry ma’am, Bluetooth.” He pointed to his ear.

“So does she decide when people die?” Jubilee questioned, lollypop in her mouth.

The team had taken to asking Logan anything they could about his ‘relationship’. He had answered the same questions again and again. It was boring.

“No, she just takes them to their destination.” He chewed some jerky. The two of them were sitting on one of the many sofas in Charles' mansion. On the floor in front of them, playing the Gamecube, sat Kurt and Kitty. “I think she knows when she's needed but doesn't do the killing?”

“That's trippy.” Kitty spoke without turning her head.

Logan huffed.

“Do you love her?” Kurt’s head swivelled to make lighting quick eye contact.

“Yeah.” Logan rolled his eyes. “Now can you all shuddup? I came here to drink and watch the game and you knuckleheads put a stop to that.”

“Well, they are playing a game.” Jubilee countered.

~~

Once more the two of you were sitting on a bench observing humankind. This time he had taken you to a museum. You told him about each era and how Vincent Van Gogh was hilariously funny, how Frida Kahlo hated socks, you even stated that you remembered a few of Leonardo’s ‘lovers’ as you passed a painting of Jesus.

“He doesn't look like that at all.” You scoffed at the painting. “It's a beautiful piece of art but that was Leo’s boyfriend.”

Logan had to keep his laughter low.

It wasn't until you both sat to take in an astonishing piece, almost the size of the entire wall, that a lady sat next to him. You had to slip off the bench to accommodate, which was something that you were used to so it didn't bother you.

She dropped her bag and a notepad, two tampons and a pencil fell. The pencil rolled over to his foot so Logan picked it up and handed it back to her.

“Sorry.” She pulled an embarrassed expression, stuffing the items back into her bag. “Not the first time I've made a complete ass of myself in front of a hot guy.”

“It's fine.” He shrugged, giving her a forced smile. “Could happen to anyone.”

“It's what I get for trying to be one of the greats.” She gestured to her notepad. “I can't help it, sometimes when I people watch I see the beauty that we have. It's like I have to try to emulate it, I have to at least do a sketch.”

He nodded along politely as she rambled on, pushing her glasses up her nose twice.

“It's a pleasant place to sketch, I guess.”

“Oh, it's brilliant.” She pointed subtly to the side. “Look there, those two on a date.” Logan followed her finger to see two boys looking at a bust, the shorter boy was bright pink and trying so hard not to smile whenever the taller looked over. The taller one took a quick photo of his partner stating that he was the ‘most perfect piece of art’. It was touchingly cheesy. “And there, they're having a hard time and that painting helps them. It provides comfort.” Logan followed again to see a person with short hair gazing longingly at a tiny painting. They had been standing there for a while, ignored by the masses, lost in thought.

“How do you know that?” He could see that she was right, without her words he would've thought that the person was merely looking at a painting but it made sense. Their shoulders had relaxed substantially, they were being comforted.

“Sit on the sidelines long enough, watch enough people, you get good at it.” She shrugged. “I'm Gladys. Before you say anything, it's an old name, yes I'm aware, it was my grandmother's.”

It felt passive aggressive not to say his, “Logan.”

She held out a hand and he shook it. “Nice to meet you!”

~~

“I've been thinking.” You spoke lying on the grass next to him. It was after midnight but the stars illuminated everything just enough to see.

“That's dangerous.” He joked, grinning wolfishly. He had you sitting on his face less than ten minutes ago and was still in a good mood. If only it was on this side, he ached to taste you on his tongue and smell you on his fingers alas the memory would have to suffice. He was fine with that.

“Har, har.” You rolled your eyes, facing the sky. “No, I've been thinking about what it is to be mortal.”

“Okay?” He kept his gaze on the side of your face.

“I don't think you're fulfilling your duty.” You were pointedly looking away from him.

“Huh? I don't have a duty?”

“Your duty is to live your life amongst your peers.”

“Is this abou-

“Is to not waste a day. To live life without regrets. To procreate, to have relationships with other humans, and to love and be loved.”

Logan propped himself up on his elbow, staring down at you. He forced eye contact. Shit. You were serious. “Okay, let's procreate.”

“Don't be stu-”

He lent closer to you than you'd allow. “You are the only one for me.”

You rolled out from under him, sitting up on your knees. “It's unnatural. I'm holding you back Logan.”

“We’ve had this conversation before. Why are we arguing again?” He was completely puzzled. Hadn't you both decided that this was okay? Why were you the one that got to tell him it wasn't? Why couldn't he have a say in this?

“I think we shouldn't see each other.”

“Fuck off.” He reached a hand out to hold yours, you snatched your wrist back.

“Logan!” You whisper-yelled.

“If this is about that lady at the museum, I don't know what to say. I was just being friendly.” Had he made an eternal being, an inevitable force, jealous?

“I just thought that that was a perfectly good way to meet your person. She was pleasant and confident. She should live a long life, she's a mutant so you have that in common.”

“You looked into her?”

“No,” You shook your head. “I can sense things. She had the smell of a mutant and her aura was blue so long life.”

Logan didn't know what else to do, he sat there scanning you.

He knew fundamentally that you were speaking logically. That you had always said this. Always said this was wrong. But it fucking sucked that you'd say it again when he decided to love you.

He didn't know when fondness became lust and eventually love but it had! He loved you.

He'd always love you.

And how exactly could he avoid you?

It was inevitable that he would die again and you would be there to guide him back into the land of the living.

You mumbled so low that even he almost didn't pick it up. “I've assigned you to Thanatos.”

“Unassign me.” He demanded, offended. “What was your game plan? Fuck me and dump me?”

“No.” You shook your head but he could see your internal debate. “I-I didn't intend-I just. I thought it was a good time to bring it up. You were relaxed. I thought you wouldn't mind.”

Oh. He was now fucking livid. “Wouldn't mind?!”

“Logan, you cannot possibly have a life with me.” You deflated, shoulders sagging. “It's not something I can have and you deserve more than scraps. You're worth more than that.”

The sniffle you let out completely floored him. He was no longer angry. He couldn't be.

You were upset.

You were crying!

He had never seen that.

“Cm’ere.” He waved you over.

To prove your point, “you can't hug me.”

Lightning quick Logan sliced his throat and the world blurred. “I don't care if you lecture me afterwards but come here.”

You fell into his embrace and sobbed quietly, Logan rubbed soft patterns into your back and kissed your head. He squeezed you tight and didn't intend to let go ever. He wouldn't. He would stay here forever if it was possible.

Eventually your shoulders ceased shaking and your breathing evened out. He almost interrupted the quiet until he noticed your closed eyes. You were asleep.

You never slept.

You didn't need to.

He tightened his hug and repeatedly kissed your forehead.

~~

When you woke he was watching you. He'd managed to carry you through the mansion and into his room without so much as a stir.

It was easier to make out this side when time was still. The blur was softer.

Logan played with your hair all night, keeping a watchful eye in case you needed anything.

“I love you.” It was a fact. The sky is blue, maths is hard, Logan loves Y/N. You were groggy from your first ever slumber but the words were sobering. He could see all of this in your eyes so continued, “I know it's unnatural, you're going to tell me off and I'm going to argue. That doesn't change the fact that I am in love with you. That I can't see myself with anyone else. You are it for me, baby.”

“I've never felt this way before.” You whisper. Again he almost missed it. “You make me want things I shouldn't. Sometimes I wish I was mortal and that's sacrilege, that's horrid, but it would be easier. We could be together. You've changed the way I see things, Logan, I will never be the same.”

“That sounds like goodbye.” His voice caught in his throat, so he cleared it.

“It should be but I'm not strong enough to do that whilst you're holding me.”

[tickettride]

I've just seen a face | II

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

pairing is johnny davis x f!reader

in which Johnny keeps his promise to find you again after that night, and takes you out on a date.

word count: 5,5k

warnings: 18+ (mdni), alcohol, mentions of a dead parent, cursing, sex magazines?

• read the first part here

In two days, you’d had time to return to your senses. Now perfectly sober, there was not a single reason why you should still be thinking of him. And yet, Johnny hadn’t left your mind once. You couldn’t stop thinking about him wearing that leather jacket and frowning at you for some reason. He’d seen you, noticed you among all those people, and you’d stared at his blurry frame like a creep, something unspoken tangling in your chest.

Although the kiss had felt like heaven, you weren’t naive. Johnny wouldn’t come and find you in this shitty town to see you again. That’s how it was. You’d resigned yourself to a life without anyone to kiss you in the morning a long time ago. The few men you'd gawked at parties or encountered by chance had blurred into the background of your memories, and you were certain you’d soon be the same for him.

At the end of the day, the store was quiet and peaceful with just a warm ray of light streaming onto the floor. Sitting behind the cash register, you were flipping through magazines left in the drawer, most of them about fashion and advice to fellow female readers. How to get men to like you? Why should you remove the hair on your arms? Take our quiz and find out which kind of man suits you.

Snorting at the ridiculous photographs, you focused on the clothes instead, tearing away the interesting pages that featured the prettiest top.

The young woman who’d just walked in left without a word, the sounds of the street reaching you for a second before wrapping you in silence again. You glanced at the clock, mentally counting how much time you had left. About thirty minutes. Twenty if no one came in when you cashed out.

You grabbed another magazine, biting at the side of your thumb while you barely looked at the cover and flipped through it, opening a random page to fill your mind with something not related to the pair of shoes facing you.

In front of you, a topless woman was straddling a man’s chest.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, eyes widening as you stared at the man dressed like a cop. Or was that a firefighter? And why was her chest so… naked? Was her hand really in his jeans?

“That fuckin’ pig,” you gasped, picturing James coughing that morning, a poor excuse to clock in early and get wasted on beers.

How many more magazines of this kind had he taken here to look at when there were no customers?

Still, you couldn’t help but look at the other photographs, all revealing and… erotic. At the top, a girl was leaning over a car, showing off her long legs. On the right, a man was kissing that same woman on the neck while she gazed at another man.

Did they really act this way in their everyday life? Did that woman lead the passionate life she gave the impression to be living? It was pathetic. And sort of exciting, if you thought about it. You’d be lucky to find a good man in this part of town, considering each one of them was either a pervert—there was the proof, right in front of you—or obsessed with riding. Either objectifying women or favoring their damn bikes. You didn’t get what they saw in those pictures, which was why you kept looking at them, studying them, even though it was dirty and clearly not addressed to someone like you. Really dirty.

It was a shame there were no pictures of bikers, though.

The door opened and your eyes flitted up to the entering customer, a wave of embarrassment blushing your cheeks until you realized who was standing there. Johnny was wearing that same jacket you’d fantasized about. Clearing your throat, you chucked the magazine, and it slid off the desk, falling down to the floor. He was there, very much real. Like the first time you saw him up close, you felt yourself wanting to drool like a cartoon character. Maybe it was because of that air of quiet authority surrounding him.

Breathless, all you could muster was a small, “Hi.”

The corners of his lips lifted up. “Hey.”

His eyes studied your face, and it dawned on you that it was the first time he was seeing you with your glasses. Hoping you looked okay, you adjusted them nervously, wishing for once you’d bothered with makeup.

“Am I interruptin’?”

“No,” you were quick to reply, brushing it off with a wave of a hand as you went to pick it up. “I was just about to close up.”

His eyes flew to the cover. “You a reader?”

“I don’t read sex magazines for fun if that’s what you’re wonderin’.”

“I ain’t wonderin’ anythin’.”

“Right,” you threw it away, thinking how desperately hot he was in the daylight. “It’s not even mine. It’s just—curiosity, y’know.”

“I know it, yeah.”

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Meanwhile, he smirked with the friendliest expression you’d seen on his face since the last time you stood like this in that kitchen, inhaling the weed from the two men on the other side of the room. It might have influenced you just a bit, but the attraction was still very real.

“What are you doin’ here anyway?”

“Told ya I wanted to see ya again, didn’t I?” Johnny said, glancing over his shoulder as the door opened, prompting him to step forward.

You could study the planes of his face from much closer, also clearer, and your knees nearly buckled. You forgot about the woman standing there for a moment.

“I thought you’d forget about me, honestly,” you admitted.

Johnny shook his head, his eyes hot on yours. “You wanted me to?”

“No.”

Standing behind the counter seemed like a safer option against your raging nerves. So you did, and still, Johnny came closer and rested a hand on the surface, his pinky grazing yours despite the surface separating your bodies.

“You had a good day?” he asked in a low voice, drawing your attention away from his fingers.

Glad that he would ask, you gave him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah. Felt a bit long, to be honest.”

“I can send some of my men here when you’re bored,” he joked, dispersing the past embarrassment with his smile.

Chuckling, you glanced at the woman wandering around the store calmly. “Tell them they’re very welcome to come distract me.”

“I’ll take advantage of that first if you don’t mind.”

You swore that blush came back to your cheeks. “I don’t.”

“Come on a date with me tonight?”

“Don’t feel obliged just because I kissed you," you lowered your voice. "I think I drank a bit too much—”

“The beers, right? You said it wasn’t.”

Another laughter escaped you, and this time the woman looked your way. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched you, with a glint like yours had. Whatever it was, you were understanding something, and it seemed like he was, too.

“Okay, blame it on the beer. I had one,” your grin turned into a softer smile, almost bashful. “I mean it, though. I meant to apologize for the way I acted. That wasn't very classy of me."

“Nah,” Johnny shook his head, and by now it was clear that the woman was listening in on your conversation. “You ain’t got nothin’ to apologise for. I want to take you out.”

You nodded, offering another smile as the woman came up to you with a shoe box.

“Got everything you need?”

She hummed vaguely at you, throwing a look at Johnny beside her.

“You got taste,” you pulled the shoes out, giving them a quick once-over and placing them back carefully. “Gonna make everyone jealous.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she finally cracked a small smile, still somehow wary of him as she handed the cash.

As though he would jump on her to get it. Trying to keep your seriousness and not laugh at the scene, you rang the shoes up and slid the box back to her with all the gentleness you could muster.

“Have a good one,” you beamed, aware of Johnny’s eyes on you.

“You too, hon,” she replied through a mumble, walking out of the store in complete silence.

You couldn’t help the amused expression that tugged at your lips. You’d heard about the club long before your friends were invited to their parties, and most of the older folks were used to spreading gossip about the bikers threatening people and getting into random fights in random places. None of it was a mystery to you, though you’d known since the first whispers that it was all bullshit. Call it naiveness, you just didn’t want to think so. Your father had met one of them once and had blabbered about his helpfulness for days. It was natural to trust his word against the world.

“What time you finish up?” Johnny broke off your thoughts, resting both hands on the counter so he could face you.

You didn’t think. Couldn’t think.

“Uh, now.”

“I’ll wait for you in the car.”

You were still trying to catch your breath while you watched him walk out, pulling something out of his pocket. It had all happened so fast. How were you supposed to keep your calm now?

Snatching a paper and a pen from the drawer, you scribbled a word for your boss to see the next day.

The magazines are James’. I didn’t know if you wanted me to burn them or shove them in his pig face. Had to close fifteen minutes early (family emergency). 12 13 customers today. See you Mondoy Monday.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

You barely had time to put the shoes back in their proper places, wipe down the counter, and lock the register. The trembling of your hands only intensified as you turned off the lights and made your way to the door, your jacket on your shoulders as you held your bag tightly with both hands. Sudden changes in plans always made you stress out for no reason. Had you known you’d go on a date with Johnny that evening, you'd have dressed better, or prepared some questions to ask him. Your mind raced from one frightening thought to another, and in no time you'd worked yourself into a fine state of agitation.

The sun basked down in the horizon as you made your way out to the car. Johnny wasn’t waiting for you in it, though. He was standing there with the passenger door opened, a cigarette stuck between his lips. The kind of attention that made the butterflies swarm in your stomach, though they felt more like birds by now.

It felt ridiculous to be so down for a man you’d only known for three hours one night. Maybe you just loved the attention he gave you, or you’d just been lacking a man’s touch for a long time now. Whatever it was, you wanted to spend more time getting to know him.

“Ride’s ready.”

So, so down.

You climbed in with a shaky exhale, watching him as he stubbed out his cigarette, rounded the car, and settled beside you. With the smell of warm leather entwined with his cologne, being alone in this closed space felt even more intimate than kissing him on a stranger’s grass.

“Am I underdressed?” you blurted nervously, looking down at your black pants and small heels. “I can change if you want.”

“You look perfect to me,” Johnny met your eyes with such conviction you blushed again, feeling your lips curve up and your heartbeat fasten at the compliment.

You clipped your seatbelt, smoothing out the fabric of your pants where it bunched. A small stain lay on the inside of your thigh, but it was barely visible.

When you looked up, Johnny was watching you. His gaze didn’t break from yours when he asked if you were okay.

“Um-mm.”

“Good. I hope you’re hungry.”

You almost laughed at that. Indeed, you were.

For the whole ride, Johnny asked questions about your job and looked genuinely interested in what made you bored. You learned he was a truck driver five days a week, and president of the Vandals the rest of the time.

His voice trailed off as he pulled onto a parking lot, shifting into park between two other cars.

The moment he held the door of the small restaurant open for you, he was approached by a lady in her sixties, wearing an apron around her slim waist. She looked overjoyed to see him. For a brief moment, you even wondered if she was his mother.

“Johnny-boy! About time you showed your face 'round here.”

“I was busy thinkin’ about ya, Mary.”

The woman burst into giggles like a little girl, resting a gentle hand over your forearm. “Get a table, you two. I’ll be 'round in a minute.”

She hurried over to a table of men wearing the Vandals' colors, who stared at you with half-smiles. Unsure of what to do, you turned back to your date and tried to joke.

“Did you forget to tell me about your marriage, Johnny?”

Leading you to a table with a hand on your lower back—just like he had done the night you met him—Johnny chuckled, not quite a laugh but more a rumble from deep in his chest.

“She knew my mother. Great friend of hers.”

You nodded, taking off your jacket and sitting at a small secluded table. He did the same, revealing the red shirt beneath that hugged his stomach.

“You’re not really married, are you?”

“I’m not.”

“No kids?”

“No kids.”

“Okay,” you wrung your hands under the table, vaguely aware that your heart skipped a beat at the way he looked at you. “I suppose that’s not the sort of question you ask on a first date, but since I’ve kissed you before askin’ anythin’, here we are.”

You let out an uncomfortable laugh, eyeing his lips.

“You know that wasn’t a bad thing, right?” he asked. “I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about ya since then. You must have used some kind of trick on me.”

Thoughts of how his lips felt pressed against yours filled your mind, and fire lighted up your cheeks in a second, just as the short woman sauntered over to your table. You both ordered fried chicken and changed the topic to something that wasn’t related to the kiss or the fact that you’d been dying to see each other again. It did nothing to calm your nerves though—even the most awkward conversation would have made you feel like this. You wished you could speak more, ask those questions people asked on dates, but listening to him talking was easier, and at least you were sure not to say anything stupid.

Johnny talked a lot. More than you’d have thought, actually. Listening to him while he took regular sips of his beer made you wonder how long all of this had been on his mind. You figured he talked to the men of the club regularly, but most of them had probably never heard about the normalcy of his days. He spoke about them to you, though. His days weren’t worthy of magazines, and he’d never had a girl long enough to start thinking about his future. No one home waiting for him to talk about his days away.

It didn’t matter how mundane and boring it was–you listened to anything he said with a gentle smile and regular chuckles when he tried a joke, making sure you were indeed laughing. The conversation flowed easily with him, and he made you feel more comfortable than you'd ever felt with a man you barely knew.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so happy.

“I saw a bike slam into one of 'em, years ago. I swear I saw the guy flyin’. And…” he took a sip of his beer, his gaze lost in the past. “I went to check that the guy was okay. Someone had to bring his bike home, you see.”

Realizing you’d been staring and half-listening, the straw of your pop between your lips, you stopped sipping at your drink and snapped out of your thoughts upon hearing the story you’d heard about a dozen times before.

“He was in a bad shape.”

“When was that?” you asked.

“‘54. ‘55. Somethin’ like that.”

“You remember his name?”

His eyebrows furrowed as he thought about it, drumming his fingers on his glass for a moment. “Larry. Yeah, Larry, I think."

Larry. Your lips turned up at the name.

“I think that was my dad, yeah,” you let out a small chuckle, popping another fry into your mouth.

“Was it?”

You hummed in response. “He was so grateful. I swear he told me about that story a million times.”

“No damn way.”

“I swear,” you laughed, feeling how close his face was to yours. “He broke his knee and… and his arm, I reckon, and he stopped ridin’ afterward. I think I remember bein’ in my room the time his bike was taken home.”

With a pleasant, interested expression, Johnny nodded slowly. “I met your mother, and I didn’t even know you were upstairs.”

“That’s weird, isn't it?” you shook your head slightly, smiling. “I should have come and said hi.”

“Life’s funny like that,” Johnny agreed.

He may not have believed in fate, but you suddenly did. And you started to think you were fated to be with him, one way or another. None of this could have been pure chance.

“And that didn’t stop you from ridin’.”

“Nah,” he offered another of his gentle smiles. “The danger became temptin’.”

That uncomfortable weight flew off your abdomen with each soaring look. Knowing Johnny had met your father for a brief amount of time, and reminiscing your father’s words about a helpful guy in the club, you began telling Johnny more about his passing and the legacy he’d left behind. And when you were both finished eating, Johnny paid the check despite your insisting that you could pay. He took his hand off your back as he opened the door, the outside already dark as the woman greeted you goodbye, shouting at you to come back soon.

Stars blanketed the sky as you walked over to the car, the restaurant being the only source of light left. A few motorcycles idled beside the cars, and only one man stood there, a lit cigarette in hand, watching the others through the window.

“Thank you,” you moved your gaze back to Johnny. “That was really nice.”

“I wanna take ya on a date again, if ya want.”

“If I want?” you teased, shooting him a smile. “Yeah. I’d like that. It'd be nice.”

“Good.”

Johnny kissed the top of your head before opening the passenger door, which made you smile to yourself, wishing you could keep the warmth of his lips there a little longer.

On the drive back downtown, you both sat in companionable silence for some time, watching the road and the closed stores on each side. The headlights threw out their long beam of light, illuminating the house as you told Johnny to park behind your father’s car, which hadn’t moved in years.

Awkwardly, you rested your head against the headset and blew out a breath. You’d spent the day sitting behind the counter, then suddenly felt the most entertained and happy you’d been in years, and then… there would be nothing again. Just an endless wait until he’d show up again. It was almost too good to be true.

“Thank you again for tonight,” you said softly, wondering how you were supposed to tell him goodbye.

Just as the words left your mouth, Johnny kissed your cheek quickly before trailing his mouth down your neck, leaning over the middle console. He’d answered your hesitation.

You took a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs while your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. A huge smile overtook your face when he kissed you properly, slanting his mouth over yours again and again. You responded by clutching the back of his head, tightening your fingers in his hair. It was as dizzying as the last time, maybe even better.

“Wait,” you mumbled as you unclipped your seat belt too, able to curve your body toward him a bit better.

It wasn’t enough, though. Johnny helped you crawl halfway over the middle console as you held onto his shoulders, laughing at the awkwardness of it all.

You were obsessed by the feel of his tongue rubbing against yours, and the rough gentleness in the way he held you in his arms. Like his own precious thing.

“I thought I was gonna get home without one,” you mumbled against his mouth.

Shaking his head, Johnny cupped your jaw and stole another quick kiss. “I wouldn’t have let you go without tastin’ your lips again.”

Melting into him was an involuntary reflex, and so was the pathetic sigh that rose in your throat. And knowing your thighs were touching his… His breathing slowed with each kiss, while the windows steamed up a little more.

Those people in the magazines would never experience even half of what you were feeling in that moment.

Lost in his taste, you barely noticed the pathway lighting up. Sudden clarity gripped you when you pulled away for a second, twisting around to check your mother wasn’t watching at the front door. Relieved that she wasn't, you brought a trembling hand to his stubbled cheek.

“The first time almost made me cry, but the second time was a hell of a lot better."

His thumb skimmed over your pulse as he broke into a smile, a light frown adorning his features. “Wait until the third time.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah.”

Johnny looked serious, his eyes narrowing at you as though he was thinking of ways not to let you go just yet.

You nodded, looking down at your thighs on his and the way his thumb moved gently over your skin. That kind of connection with another person felt like a rare, one-time thing, and the thought that you might never experience it again was a terrifying one. The only thing that reassured you was that he'd found you once and remembered where you worked. Surely, he'd find you again.

“Do you think— I mean, are we going to try our luck?” you asked him, too weak to resist the doubts.

His eyes searched yours, something vulnerable dancing behind his expression. “Anythin’ you want. Anythin’. I love bein' with ya.”

With another smile, you nodded. “Let’s have another date, make out some more and we’ll talk more about it.”

“I fuckin’ agree,” Johnny’s thumbs moved to your cheeks, just beneath your glasses, before planting a possessive kiss on your lips. “So glad I met ya.”

“So am I,” you whispered back. “Thank you for trustin' me tonight with everything you said. And uh, for the ride as well.”

Johnny brushed it off with a small nod, like the reminder of everything he’d confessed made him self-conscious. But you wanted him to understand that his boring world was not to you—that nothing he said would make you wish to be somewhere else.

One last time—still unaware there would be millions more in the future—you leaned forward and kissed him, memorizing his smell and everything you’d dreamed of these past two days. His lips were so damn soft.

“See you on Friday, then,” you crawled back to your seat and grabbed your bag from between your feet.

The wind whooshed in as you opened the door, and you almost missed him asking, “What if I got other plans Friday?".

Leaning over so you could be eye-level with him, one hand on the door, you pretended to think for a second. “You won’t be.”

The corners of his lips tilted up as he watched you shut the door, walk in front of his car, and up the stairs to the front door with a slight sway of your hips. Even from a distance, you knew he was shaking his head at you, having the exact same thoughts as you were.