#i hope you enjoy this one! the slow dancing really took its sweet time to appear

[bigfootsmom]

Slow dancing for the soft prompts?

“C’mon, up you get.”

Eddie’s voice cuts through the gentle hiss of rain against the windows and the soft staticky music leaking from the small radio perched next to the fridge. 

Buck lifts his head from where it had been resting on his folded arms, blearily searching the now dark kitchen for his husband. He can feel the beginnings of a headache pounding in his temples and his mouth feels like he swallowed sand. 

“Wha– what time is it?” Buck asks, throat clicking as he tries to rewet his mouth. 

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Buck twists in his kitchen chair to look at the clock hanging on the wall. It takes him a moment to read the small numbers, but when he does finally manage it he’s surprised to see how late it is. He had planned to already have dinner ready, but the remnants of half completed prep is strewn around the countertops. Halfway through preparing the food, Buck had to sit down at the kitchen table — the ache in his leg becoming too persistent to ignore.  

“It’s time for you to go to bed,” Eddie hums, smoothing a warm palm across Buck's shoulders. Buck leans into the contact, shifting toward Eddie’s warmth like a sunflower seeking the sun. 

“Mm— not tired,” Buck mumbles, tilting his head up for a kiss. 

Eddie complies with the request, easily planting one against Buck’s lips before asking, “oh really? Why were you sleeping on the table then?” 

Buck sags, knee and hip twinging as if to remind him why. “I was just resting.” 

Calloused fingers card through his probably wildly unkempt curls, and Buck finds him sinking more and more against the solid warmth of Eddie pressed against him. Just when he thinks he could actually nod off like this, Eddie breaks the silence. 

“Is your leg bothering you?” 

Biting his lip, Buck sighs as he spins his wedding band around his finger. The warm metal glints in the lowlight of the hall light filtering into the kitchen. There are more days than not that his leg ends up bothering him. But that’s to be expected when he had fallen through the floor of a burning warehouse and landed on his previously crushed leg. Today is just particularly bad. 

Buck had known it was coming, had woken up with the telltale stiffness in his joints. But he had ignored it, not bothering to do any of the stretches his PT had taught him, hoping to muscle through like he used to be able to do. He knows that was stupid of him. There’s a small curl of embarrassment settling in his belly, and he debates not telling Eddie. He doesn’t even have a good reason he can provide for why he didn’t do anything. Not one he can articulate at least. 

In the end, he decides he doesn’t like lying to Eddie, even by omission. “Yeah, it is.” 

“Did you do your stretches?” 

Buck’s silence is answer enough and Eddie nods to himself. “Okay, c’mere.” 

Eddie gets a big hand wrapped around Buck’s bicep and helps him stand from the kitchen chair. Buck goes willingly, letting Eddie pull him up and into his arms. 

At first, he thinks they’re just embracing, and he’s not complaining about it, soaking up all the heat radiating off of his husband. Then Eddie starts rearranging Buck’s arms, getting them loosely looped around his neck before Eddie’s palms slide to Buck’s waist, holding him gently. 

The music coming from the radio is low, too low for Buck to identify the song that’s playing. But he can hear enough to realize that Eddie is moving them in a slow shuffling rhythm around the kitchen that matches the staticky rhythm humming through tinny speakers. 

“Babe, what are you doing?” 

“Dancing— we’re dancing,” Eddie replies, swaying their bodies together as they rock side to side. 

Buck shoots Eddie an incredulous look, but he just leans forward and kisses it off Buck’s face. “We can do your stretches instead, if you would like?” 

With a laugh, Buck shakes his head fondly. “You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, but continues to follow Eddie’s lead, letting himself be slowly spun around the kitchen. 

It helps. The ache doesn’t leave him entirely, but the stiffness slowly bleeds from his joints — the slow gentle movements of their “dancing” and the warmth of Eddie helping to ease the persistent discomfort. 

Gradually, Buck finds himself relaxing, allowing more of his weight to settle on his husband. Eddie accepts it gracefully, a pillar of strength against Buck. 

“There you go, baby,” Eddie murmurs, pressing a kiss to Buck’s temple. 

Tucking his head into the hollow of Eddie’s throat, Buck sighs out, “thank you.” 

“Always,” Eddie says as if it’s just that easy. 

Maybe it is. 

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[koogl001]

Can I please have Alastor and Husk headcannons seperatly where they have a future S/O who at a dance organized by Charlie at the hotel pulls them into a slow dance.

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

As a celebration of officially opening the Happy Hotel (now dubbed Hazbin Hotel by your favourite deer demon) Charlie took it upon herself to organize a ball

Surprisingly enough, the event caught the attention of many Overlords and politically important figures such as her parents

What better way to solidify your status than at an event thrown by the princess of Hell which the king and queen themselves were to attend as well

You were not exactly the best at dancing, so you mainly stood by the refreshments, sipping on a glass of fancy champagne

As the ball was drawing near its end, slow dancing commenced and you had just about enough liquid courage in you to participate

Alastor

When you asked Alastor to dance, he had mixed feelings

Sure, he was the life of the party most of the times with his flashy attitude and did not mind joining in on the fun (especially when it came to swing, as it was the dance of his era)

But for a woman to ask a man to dance was, from what he recalled from his time alive, unheard of

Not to mention he wasn’t familiar with this strange dance

It didn’t have any specific moves; people were just slowly spinning in place and that was pretty much it

But as a gentleman, he couldn’t turn you down so hooking your hand around his, he accompanied you to the dance floor

“What is even the purpose of this strange dance?”

He asked as you guided him gently, showing him where to put his hands and wrapping your own around his neck

The action was a bit too intimate for him with so many people around

“The purpose of slow dancing is to get close to someone who you really care about and intensify your feelings for that person and vice versa. Slow dancing is sweet and romantic and slightly awkward at times, but it's still a beautiful and innocent way to show affection.”

You replied, enjoying the closeness, until you realised something

Wait, did you just unintentionally confess to Alastor?!?!

Oh shit, oh fuck, oh no!!!!

Your face flushed red and as you wanted to escape the awkward situation, the deer demons hold on you became firmer as his smile slowly turned into a shit-eating grin

His face came closer to your as he whispered into your ear

“If it’s affection you seek, then I may know of a few ways to provide~”

Husk

When you asked Husk to dance, he just grumbled and continued downing a bottle of hard liquor

Social events weren’t his thing and he sure as Hell would give anything to be able to get out of this madness

On top of that, he never understood the appeal of dancing and had no intention of doing so anytime soon

You tried to pull him onto the dance floor unsuccessfully

“Is it so much to ask for one dance?”

You sulked, your own idea backfiring

“You wouldn’t want to dance with me”

He replied, another bottle in his hand already as he made his way towards the furthest corner from the people mingling

You always thought you two had a strong bond but now, your confidence shattered

Were you not worth even a single dance? Were you imagining you two were closer than you actually were? Were you not enough for him?

Your tipsy mind started filling your head with self-doubt, making your eyes glossy and your mood sour

As you secretly escaped the main hall and ran into your room, there was a single person who noticed

Getting out of your dress and washing off your makeup before your tears could smear it, you got on your bed defeatedly, wondering if after todays events the friendship you had with Husk would perish

When you heard a knock on your door, you didn’t have the strength nor motivation to go open it, so you just stayed quiet, hoping that whoever was disturbing you would take the hint and leave

“You gonna open up of should I bash the door open?”

Instantly recognising the voice to be Husks, you slowly made your way over to him, opening up and as he stepped into your room, you noticed he was carrying an old radio

He set it down and pushed the on button, a slow song filling your ears as he extended his hand towards you, his cheeks slightly red

“Wanna dance?”

It was all he had to say for you to grab his arm and let him envelop you in his arms as you slowly swayed to the tunes “Ya know, maybe dancing isn’t all that bad if it’s with you.”

[sunandflame]

🔆Solaris : Pt 2

"Ahhhh" a soft breathy but pleasure filled moan left your parted mouth. Eyes closed shut as your head pushed back deep into the pillow. Your hair laying all sprawled and messily as your hands tightly gripped the soft cotton sheets beneath you.

The only only movements you could feel were your supple body rocking up and down and Yoriichi's thrusts. His pace was slow, his thrusts were deep and each one filled with more love than the last. He made you feel entirely full and satisfied.  He hit your G-spot really well enough to make you squirt several times. He noticed your dazed state.

"How's my Uta holding up?" He asked with a gentle smile and then leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Just fine" you answered in utter bliss. The way he made love to your body made it feel like a thousand warm sun-rays were dancing on your skin. You started to clench around him feeling your orgasm close by. His pace changed up a bit as he was nearing his own orgasm.

You both were always in sync even when arousal knocked on your door. He leaned over allowing you to hold onto his shoulder with one hand for support. He freed the other from clasping the sheets so he could match it to his. He wanted to feel you squeeze his hand as you cum.

His ponytail slipped to his side and close to you, this time a yummy strawberry scent of his hair engulfed you. With all that combined your orgasm washed over you easily. His washing over him a second after.

Both your chests heaved from exhaustion. He was quick to withdraw and perform aftercare. He took the fluffiest pillow for you to lay on to support your back. He pulled the sheets over your bodies and allowed your head to lay on his chest. He gently stroked your head knowing your love language well. "I love you my dear Uta".

"And l love you too my Sun King".

See intimacy for the two of you wasn't rough, needy, full of kinks, possessive or lustful,  it was a form of expressing how much you love each other. It was gentle and sweet, allowing your love languages to come into play. Being loved by Yorrichi felt much like how the sun gently thaws away the frost of winter. Paving way for spring. It naturally bloomed.

You then both fell asleep.

Dessert is served 😘, hope its to your liking.

PS: those were the only two works of Yorrichi l had😭, and since you loved the first one, here's the last one.

If l write more I'll surely serve you🌸😊. Enjoy!

[cutecherrygirl]

3# you sneak love Notes into his luggage

Soft 🤍🖤

Bang Chan

"Chan wait!" You exclaimed in excitement while running down the stairs, the hoodie in your arms baerly hanging hanging on your arms any longer by your fast movements. You almost had to slow down the steps to make sure you wouldn't collapse by the end of it. Chan looked up confused from checking his bag for stuff, wanting to make sure everything was in order. It would be ridiculous he had forgotten something important like his boarding pass or his passport for the matter. "What is going on?" He grinned at question and took a look at your breathless state the second you stood in front of him and almost threw the hoodie in his arms. "What is this?" He questioned confused. "You forgot this one!" You exclaimed. "Thank you I guess " he answered confused and threw it into his back with a curious expression on his face. He hadn't planned bromging it with him. "No dont you want to check the pockets!" He quivered an eyebrow at your request but did as told anyways, his hand finding the pocket and taking a notr from it. "Y/N what is this?" He asked confused and read the note " Out of all places I could be, I only want to be with you." "Its not the only one." You admitted, trying to hold back a smile. " Wait, you've filled up my luggage with love Notes?" The smile on his face grew even bigger when you nodded your head agreeing. " Now that I can't join you because of school I wanted to do something different instead. And I know you love letters rather than electronic stuff. So I really hope you enjoy it and find them all of course." "You are Honesty the most amazing person ever." He breathed and pressed his lips against your forehead caring, his stomach bobbling up with butterflies by your sweet gesture.

Lee know

A frustrated groan left Minho's lips as he leaned his head against the seat of his chair, his legs crowded against the seat in front of him and his lips partening as he tried to stay calm. The noise from the airplane was getting so annoying he could barely take it anymore. He was so used to this sound, hearing it at least ten time a month but this was horrible and it was far too much now. The earbuds that he always used for his Iphone clearly weren't helping like they always would. He could barely hear the music over the engines and even on the highest volume it couldn't block it out. Decididing to switch them out with another in his bag he leaned down go grab it by his feet and zipped it open. Roaming through the huge pile of stuff he had brought along curiosity hit his mind the second he touched something unfamiliar. Lifting up the paper he furrowed his eyebrows confused and took a look. "You grew on me the way Yersinia enterocolitica grows on spoiled bacon. " "What in the serious fuck, Y/N ?" He questioned to himself but with a huge smile on his lips. Moving his bag up tp his lap, he roamed through it, his eyes widening when he noticed the whole bottom of it filled with notes. "She didn't." He almost giggled to himself and shook his head but smiled brightly. Taking out a few ones to read them all inside his head but stopped when Hyunjin nudged his shoulder. "What's that? " He questioned confused but interested. "Just something to keep me going the next few months." Minho sighed with a huge smile embracing his face and placed one of them in his pocket, the noise from the airplane completely fainting out now.

Changbin

The spund of short stack was loud in the small bunk area of the bus (im assuming they have bunks, idrk srry) while the boys were hurrying around to pack out their stuff from their luggage, Felix standing in his bunk while making weird dance moves in excitement. "Shouldn't you be packing out?" Changbin questioned while folding out his pants, looking over his shoulder to see the bleached haired boy shake his head head in disagreement. "This is the first day of our tour! Its gonna be a fucking blast!" "Whatever you say." Changbin chuckled whike shaking his head by Felix's excitement. Of course he was exited too. But it had been a rough morning. Saying goodbye was never something Binnie was found of. Reaching his hand down to grab clothes of the left side of his suitcase he lifted his eyebrow in confusion when he touched something harsh. Digging into the middle of it he pulled out a small jar of jam but it was empty and filled with different notes instead. " What's that?" Han chirped in interest. "I have no idea." Binnie mumbled and opened one of them. Attached to the jar was direction to the colors. Pink included memories, red included reasons to love and lilac was future dates. " Y/N must have put it into my suitcase when I was peeing or something." He mumbled and decided to take out a red one. "I want yoy to be happy and naked." "Well isn't that just...cute... And maybe a little bit erotic?" Han commented with a smile while reading over Changbin's shoulder. Rolling his eyes by the comment he hurried towards the back if the bus, wanting to read the rest of the notes. "Dont read the all at once Bin you need to keep them up for 5 months!"

Hyunjin

Walking around the hotel room with exhausted limbs and tired face. Hyunjin trued his utter best to stay awake and not pass out on top of his bed. Silence was coulding over the room besides his tired hums and cars driving outside the roads from his hotel room, the lamp by his nightstand being the only one turned on to not disturb his weak eyes. His suitcase was placed on top of his bed with clothes scattered literally everywhere his purpose with trying to keep oraginzation not really keeping up. It had been a long day, too long according to Hyunjin but flying from Seoul to LA wasn't always as pleasent as it sounded. Grabbing the last two shirts in his suitcase he furrowed confused when a light pink note caught his attention. " Bet you didn't expect this one here :-)" he quivered an eyebrow confused and moved the T-shirt to see another one. " But I've left these all around your clothes. You probably didn't noticed because I hid them inside shirts and pants." He let go of the note to find the T-shirt scattered on the bed lifted it up to his eyes. "You are the best thing that happened to me." A hug smile broke on his face the second he relized what you had been doing while he headed to the studio yesterday morning. It made a warn feeling of butterflies erupt in his stomach and for once the feeling of home didnt seem that far away any longer. He literally had to hold in not to check every single piece of clothing for notes because in the end he knew that getting a suprise every single day was almost like having you here by his side.

I hope you like it 🤍

[starlostastronaut]

DAY 06 | STORIES TO BE TOLD

PAIRING: han jisung x reader

GENRE: idol au (jisung is a soloist), not angst, but bittersweet?, ambiguous ending

WC: 1.14k

CW: idol trainee!reader, implied felix/reader

PROMPT: coming back after years apart

here it isss! to the person who asked for no angst... well guess what lol (pls dont kill me ilyy). i remember having a great idea for this when i wrote the masterlist so naturally i forgot it 😭 but i have this instead. tbh i think i spent more time on backstory than the actualy story but oh well. and yes, i did put felix/reader in the story, but you can read it as past relationship if you want ;) enjoy <3

title from laughter lines - bastille

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Jisung looked out of the window again. His head was bobbing to the rhythm of the song playing through his headphones, and he watched the landscapes and cities pass by as the train made its way back to Seoul. He looked at his phone to check the time again. Exactly three minutes went by since he last checked. With a frustrated groan, he sank into his seat. The train was too slow, and Jisung was starting to regret deciding to ride it in the first place. He was visiting some of his friends down in Busan while also filming a music video, and against his better judgment, he decided to take the train back. He hoped he would have lesser chances of getting recognized, since no one would expect an idol on a train of all places. So there he was, tormented to several hours on a train. Normally, he wouldn't really mind, though. He had his beanie, headphones, and mask on, looking unrecognizable even with his manager sitting opposite him. He had his peace and quiet. Normally, he would be happy to relax on the train, but not today. Today he was seeing you and that made him extremely restless and giddy with excitement.

You and Jisung went way back. You were trainees at the same company, which is how you met. Your first conversation was a fight over the last piece of cheesecake at the company café. Having agreed to share it, you began talking, and ever since then, you became inseparable. You and Jisung would wait for each other after vocal lessons, he would give you pointers on your rapping, and in return you helped him with the JYPE basic dance routine. You had this symbiotic relationship that worked really well between you. Until Jisung's debut date approached. He would spend more time in the studio, going over his performance over and over again. You saw him less and less. And then he debuted, and you haven't seen him at all for a month because the public immediately fell in love with him, and as the new sensation, he was pushed from one music show to another. But he promised you that when you debuted as well and the initial whirlwind of chaos calmed down, it would go back to how it was. Except none of you thought of the fact that just a few weeks before your group was set to debut, you had been kicked off. The company never gave you a good enough reason, just some talk about “not fitting the group's vibe and concept” . You took it hard - harder than anyone expected. With your dreams being crushed, you packed all your things and moved to Australia. Jisung would never find out if it weren’t for another trainee named Chris, who helped you sort everything out. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. Not that you didn't want to, but Jisung and his success was just another painful reminder of the fact that you failed, and you didn't need that at that time.

In Australia, your life has gone pretty well. You applied to college, got your first boyfriend - a very sweet guy named Felix -  and slowly healed from your failure back in Korea. Meanwhile, Jisung was busy with his idol career. You watched him thrive via social media once the pain eased a little. You even bought some of the albums. Felix convinced you to get tickets for Jisung's concert last year, but you never told anyone you went there. You did it mostly for your boyfriend anyway, who, as it turned out, was Jisung's fan. He almost lost his mind when he found out you and Jisung used to be best friends. But despite all of that, you never tried to contact Jisung, not even when he was in Sydney for his first tour. You were too scared of his reaction. After alll, you ran away without a proper goodbye. And Jisung never made contact either anyway, so you took it as a sign of your friendship truly being over.

Which eventually brought Jisung here, three years after he spoke to you for the last time. While he was in Busan, Chris messaged him to tell him that you were visiting Seoul in the next few days. Jisung spent a lot of time thinking about why Chris told him that. At first, he felt bitter and jealous, because clearly you've kept in contact with Chris but not him. His second thought was that he had to message you because he hadn't seen you in forever. His third thought was fear, because if you hadn't tried to contact him all this time, why would you want to see him now? But after two phone calls with Chris, he somehow found the courage to ask for your number and send the first text. He did it right before he went to sleep, knowing that otherwise he would be checking his phone every five seconds.

You left him on read for almost the whole day, carefully weighing the pros and cons. Ultimately, you decided to agree to his offer, the longing to see your former best friend again winning over the fear. So there you were, sitting in a small café alone, the half-empty cup of coffee in front of you slowly going cold. You almost decided to give up when Jisung came stumbling through the door. Your breath hitched in your throat. He looked the same as he did back then, but older and more mature. His hair was different, too. He spotted you almost immediately, rushing to your table.

“Hi! Hi, sorry I'm late, I-” He stopped and looked at you properly. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” you replied, smiling as you watched him sit down. He still had that nervous smile and the joyous spark in his eyes. You decided to break the tension by asking the most trivial, most hated question. But in your case, it only made sense. “How have you been?”

At first, it was awkward; both of you were unsure how to act with each other. But with every new topic, the conversation flowed more easily, until it felt like old times. You told him about Australia, about your time with Felix and about your life there. He told you stories from the tour, he told you about the people he's met and about his career. By the end of the afternoon, it was as if you had never left. You realized you missed this. You missed him. Suddenly, you didn't know how you managed to go three years without talking to him. 

Jisung nervously checked his watch. “Look, I need to go in a moment, but I have the day off tomorrow?” he asked, gathering his things and taking out his wallet to pay the bill.

You smiled. “Yeah. I would like that.”

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[buckleyx]

Hi love! Can i request a romantic Eddie Diaz x gn!reader fic where they are helping him take care of Christopher in the recent episode(s)? Ignore if it you don't get an ideas or feel comfortable with the request! :)

PLEASE E.D

The GIF I used is not mine! All credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: ow hello my darling anonymous human! Thank you so much for requesting. I absolutely loved the idea! I hope its what you had in mind, I had a lot of fun writing it. It kinda takes place durning Eddie's outbursts but instead of Chris calling Buck, he calls you :) enjoy!!! <33

Eddie Diaz x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: Heartbroken Eddie, mentions of outbursts, angst

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"Are you comfortable?" You asked softly, tucking Christopher further in.

"Yes." He whispered, holding his hands above the space themed blankets. It was a rough day for the boy. Having to call help on your own father is never easy. Especially when you aren't used to ever seeing him like that. You were the first he called. Broken walls and messed up furniture greeted you when you entered Eddie's room. A place that you once knew as tidy and neat was now gone. Your own broken boyfriend sitting on the ground. Not being able to say a word.

It was all the anger he builded up. The news about his old colleagues, taking temporary leave of the 118, having to be put behind a desk. You didn't necessarily blame him for his outburst, you just wished he talked to you sooner.

"Goodnight Chris." You smiled, placing the children's book further on his bedside table. "Try getting some sleep."

It wasn't the first time you stayed the night. So Christopher didn't raise any questions with why you tucked him in and not Eddie. You were a big part in his life now, and Chris really only saw that as the most positive thing ever. It was different then with Anna. He saw you more as a parent, someone who truly loves Eddie and wants to share their future with him. This was more real.

You said your final goodnights, answering some more questions from Chris before going to find Eddie. He was sitting on the couch, deep in thought, one hand was messily placed in his hair as the other holded the cup of coffee you made him.

You walked further in the leaving room, silenty sitting down next to him. He sat up straight, rubbing his eyes, trying his best to wipe away the wet stains on his cheecks.

"Is Chris alright?" He asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. You rubbed your hand on his back in small circular motions, slowing moving up to play with his hair.

"He's worried about you." You answered honestly.

"He shouldn't have seen that. He shouldn't had to be the on to call you."

"Hey Eddie. Chris will survive." You reassured him. "But I think it still would be best to talk to him tomorrow. He got quite a scare."

"I know." His eyes shifted from yours. Like he was ashamed of you seeing him like this. "I'm sorry."

"You need help, Eddie. This can't go on. The panic attacks, the outbursts, it's all eating you away." Your hands cupped his cheeks. "Please don't shut me out. Not this time. Please Eddie, allow me to help you."

"You've got nothing to be sorry about." You took his chin, so his eyes remained on yours. Tears danced in his eyes. Your heart broke seeing him like this. So fragile. So broken.

"Please."

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[mysticstrawberryphantom]

Hi!!! First of all your an incredible writer and I loved that Otto story you did that you tagged me in cause it was just amazing and one of my favourite Otto fics!!

Also would I be able to request for Otto?

The reader is cold and so they wear one of ottos turtlenecks/something warm of his and when he sees the reader he gets heart eyes and can’t stop smiling.

You’re awesome and lots of love 💕

A/N: Can I just say that the request I wanted to hurry to most for was yours?? Your kindness really makes my day 😭😭😭 I'm so sorry it took so long!!

Also, please send me as many requests as you'd like 💖💖 I am so down to write as much Otto as I can lol This was such a cute idea too!!

Warnings: None. Lots of Fluff.

Winter in New York was the pits for someone like you who had grown up in the south. Winter clothing was also a sort of mystery to you. If it was cold all you needed was a warm jacket because the inside of buildings was usually scorching. It wasn’t the case here. Everyone dressed in layers that could be easily taken off if necessary and if not? You stayed warm. 

Such was your luck right now. You were visiting your long distance boyfriend of three years. 

It was April. You had thought that by now it wouldn’t be so cold.

Tough luck, it snowed the very next day you showed up to visit. 

So now you were at your beloved’s apartment shivering while trying to prepare him some lunch. Your nose was so cold that your lips would inadvertently move upwards and shield the tip of it. It sort of helped a little. 

Not really. 

DING DING DING

The dryer alarm sounded loudly from the laundry room nearby. After thinking for a moment, you dashed in there and grabbed the first warm, thick garment you could lay your hands on. A large dark brown turtleneck. 

Not bothering to switch shirts, you slid the obviously bigger sweater over your head. 

It was pure bliss. Its warmth was like a cat’s belly on a warm summer’s day. 

Its smell? Just like your sweet Otto’s. You could practically imagine him hugging your entire frame from just the fragrance. 

After a few moments of enjoying the sweater, perhaps a little too much, you went back into the kitchen and continued to prep. 

Coincidentally, you hadn’t been the only one that had heard the dryer’s alarm. Dr. Octavius’ head slowly sprung upwards, the noise having brought him back to reality from the work he was so immersed in. He stretched on his chair after placing his digital pen on the desk next to his tablet. His eyes trailed a path on the wall until they hit the digital clock he was looking at. 

12:30pm it read. 

And as if on cue, his stomach rumbled. 

Leaving his seat with an eagerness to see you and possibly a warm meal too, to calm his stomach, he left the study and began walking down the small hall. As Otto got closer, soft jazz serenades overpowered the sound of his steps. Smiling, he slowed down and crept the rest of the way, hoping to catch you dancing. 

And he got more than that.

It had never occurred to him that seeing you donning one of his old turtlenecks could entice so much tenderness inside. 

Instinctively, his right hand reached for his heart, clutching his own turtleneck. The other hand covered his mouth, he couldn’t risk any sound coming out of there. This moment was too precious. 

How your frame swayed around the small kitchen and his clothes followed so obediently, clinging to you how he loved to do himself. Otto loved how you had folded three times his sleeves only for them to still overpower your hands. Not to mention that your knees barely peaked underneath the sweater. 

A siren’s call wasn’t as mesmerizing as you were at this moment for him. 

Not being able to resist any longer, your boyfriend let himself get closer.  

-" Aaah. And what do we have here." A voice cooed as it entered the kitchen. -" An imposter? A clone? .. .. Nooo~ A thief!" Arms grasped you from behind and pulled you into a swaying embrace that went with the music's tempo.

A little embarrassed, not sure from what, you blushed and jokingly asked. -"Are you going to call the cops?" Your voice carried into Otto's ears softly, as it petitioned for freedom.

Before answering, he turned you around and affectionately scanned how the sweater looked on your smaller frame. -"Hmmm no." Otto smirked. -" You're too cute for jail. Not to mention, I wouldn't be able to leave you there for long, so I'd pay bail to have you by my side as quickly as possible. I'd lose money."

-" Smart choice." You giggled. -" Villainy has once again triumphed. Guess I'm free to steal as many turtlenecks as I can."

-" As many as you like, dear." He tenderly kissed your lips as he leaned down. 

Otto then chuckled.

-” What?” You asked indignantly.

-” Your nose is cold.” 

tags: @thatdepressedgorl

[metalbuckaroo]

Hey, lovely! For your sleepover. How about...

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

Please feel free to ignore if you received this. 💖

Checking In

Summary// A hotel getaway with Bucky's favorite receptionist

Warnings// Lil angsty, some fluff, some smut, cursing, tiny mention of drinking, 18 plus only, minors dni

Note// I kinda love this request. I didn't use the quote, but its based off of the quote, this also got LONG and took sooo long.

My new masterlist and taglist will hopefully be done tomorrow night.

Im really hoping it doesn't flop bc I'm lowkey proud of it and also spent a lot of time on it

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Moodboard by @commonintrest

This was the slowest Bucky had went with someone in a very long time. Three dates in and he hadn't even had the chance to see you naked. It was driving him crazy to say the least.

Anyone else wouldn't have gotten a call back, but for you; it made him want it even more. So, he came up with an idea to take that extra step.

Walking into the hotel you worked at, he gave a nod to the security guard and flashed you a charming smile; his hair much shorter than when you saw him last. "Like the haircut." You said, turning in the chair to look at him. "Feels more... professional."

"Checking in again?" You asked, leaning your chin on the base of your palm, reaching your other hand to card your fingers through the short hair.

Bucky shook his head and leaned his forearms on the desktop. "No. We are checking in somewhere else. Tonight, when you're off."

His eyes trailed down to the top of your blouse, looking at the few buttons that where open. "Buck, I'm not staying in a hotel with you." You smiled, shaking your head. "Come on, I'll sleep on the couch if you're too uncomfortable." He smirked.

You thought it over for a moment before sighing and nodding your head. "Yeah, ok." You agreed, letting him pull you in for a brief kiss by the back of your neck. "Fantastic. I'll be here at five to get you."

"I'll have to go get cl-" Bucky shook his head at you. "Won't need 'em." He said, turning to walk out. "Bucky, don't you dare."

"See ya tonight, pretty girl."

As promised, five o'clock hit and Bucky was pulling in front of the doors in his sleek black car; quickly getting out.

His usual suit was traded in for a more casual button up tee and dark jeans, the prosthetic that matched the shape of his right arm perfectly on display.

He rounded the desk and picked up your bag. "You can't be back here." You teased, making him roll his eyes. "Come along, babydoll. We have plans." He said, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you with him.

Bucky's plan would surely get that extra step at least jumpstarted. The heated make out sessions in his car when he dropped you off were starting to get to him.

He refused to call anyone else to handle the tightening of his jeans, the wait made him yearn for you even more.

So, he patiently waited as you changed into the lavender sundress he'd sent for, listened and talked over dinner on the patio of the motel, and just basked in your enjoyable presence.

"Dance with me." You said, hand laying on his bicep. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I don't dance, sugar."

You raised your eyebrows and cocked your head to the side, fingers tracing down the vein that ran the length of his arm and to his hand. "Well, you're going to, or you'll be sleeping in that room alone." You laced your fingers in his and he looked at you with an amused expression. "Oh, really now?"

"Mhm, c'mon. It's a slow one, so you won't embarass yourself." You teased, feeling his hands on your hips as soon as you turned your back to him. "I never said I couldn't dance. Just that I don't, babydoll." His gruff voice said in your ear, moving to stand in front of you once in the midst of the other couples enjoying their night.

"Couldn't say no to you if I tried anyways." He said softly as your hands rested on the back of his neck, his on the dip of your waist.

The Bucky who took you on dates was different than the Bucky who strolled in your lobby at least once every two weeks. He wasn't glowering when he looked at you; instead he had a smile that made the corner of his eyes crinkle and your heart flutter.

He hadn't smiled so hard and so much in years. He was addicted. To your voice, fiery attitude, and gleaming smile; and he couldn't even imagine how much more he'd crave once he finally got a taste of you.

"Gonna let me sleep in the bed, pretty girl?" He cooed, hands roaming over the swell of your ass. "Of course, Mr Barnes." You grinned, pecking a kiss to his dimpled chin. "Could dance with you all night if you wanted me to." He said, squeezing gently. "I wouldn't complain."

His lips slotted over yours, your eyes fluttering shut at the softness of them.

He suddenly lifted his head, bottom lip brushing the tip of your nose as you opened your eyes again.

Bucky's cold demeanor he usually had while walking through the lobby of the hotel returned, smile fading into a deep scowl as he looked at something behind you.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, worry lacing your voice as you cupped his stubbled jaw in your hands, feeling the muscle of it flex. "Just stay close." He murmured, pulling you closer to his front.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, lips parting to say something, but the stern look in his eyes stopping you as they stayed glued on whatever was behind you.

"Barnes, didn't expect to see you here- like this." A voice that was slightly higher in pitch than Bucky's sounded from behind you.

Bucky tucked you into his side, hand on the small of your back as he stared at the shorter man. "Just enjoying my night. That a problem?"

You swallowed thickly and gripped onto the back of Bucky's shirt, crumbling the perfectly ironed fabric in your fist as your heart pounded. "Needa talk." The man said.

Bucky's eyes flicked to a group of men sitting at the corner of the patio before looking back to the man in from of him. "Go sit down. Order us some more drinks." Bucky said sternly. "Bucky-"

He finally looked down at you with an icy stare, making you shrink back slightly. "Now isn't the time to argue with me. Go sit down." The tone of his voice was one you hadn't heard before.

You nodded and turned to walk back to the table, picking at your nails as you took your seat again.

Looking to where Bucky was sat at the table with the group, you chewed your bottom lip. You knew what you were getting into when accepting that first date, you just didn't think it'd follow you everywhere.

He tried to stay patient, he was in rival territory and knew it was a terrible idea; but this was one of the nice hotels and he wanted the weekend spent right. Keeping his cool was the only way he was going to be able to do that.

He was barely even listening to half of what the men were saying, glancing over at your nervous posture as you picked the nails he had just paid to get manicured; even though you protested against taking his money.

Until one statement had his head snapping back towards one of them. "The girl seems... sweet. Make you happy?" It wasn't meant in a way a friend would ask when checking up on another friend. Bucky felt it burn through him like a threat.

"Yeah, well, she's got a mouth on her and I'm losing my patience. So, you men have a good night, you owe my girl an apology for ruining her night." He stood, teeth gritting together.

You noticed Bucky's tense stance and straightened in your seat as he got closer. "Rude bastards." Bucky grumbled, taking your hand in his and tugging for you to stand. "What did they want?"

Bucky thought about lying, but he promised you he wouldn't. "Talk business. Can't believe they'd interrupt me over stupid bullshit." He sneered, pulling you along with him back into the hotel. "Where are we going? They're going to bill you for those drinks." You huffed, picking up your pace to walk next to him. "Don't care."

By the time the two of you reached the door to your room, Bucky had you pressed against it; fumbling to swipe the key card as his lips attacked yours.

Your hands fisted into the front of his shirt to keep your balance as shoes were kicked off, Bucky backing you towards the bed with his large hands holding the sides of your face.

You fell back onto the bed when the backs of your knees met the edge of the mattress, taking him with you; Bucky's body parting your legs.

The kiss was hungry and desperate, sharing breaths as his hands gripped at your outer thighs and pawed their way under the skirt of your dress.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathless as he dipped his head to latch his lips on the underside of your jaw. "Bucky, wait-" You panted, pressing his shoulders lightly. "What?" He breathed, stopping all movements as he looked at you; eyes dark and lips kiss swollen. "I-"

"You're a virgin. We can wait, if so." He cut you off, face dropping slightly. "No, no. It's not that. I just haven't had sex in awhile." You said, gnawing at your tongue. "Want me to go slower?"

"I just don't want to take things too fast." You whispered, tracing the collar of his shirt with your fingertips.

Bucky took a deep inhale, warm hand moving to hold your chin. "Babygirl, listen. I'm not going to kick you out of my bed when we're done. You got me attached with this damn chase you gave me. Wanna take care of you. Okay?"

You nodded and pulled him back down to you, his tongue slipping between your lips as his fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt.

Gently pushing them away, you replaced his hands with yours to pop the buttons open as his tongue glided across every inch of your mouth he could reach.

You lifted your back off of the mattress for his hand to feel for the zipper of your dress, grazing your fingers down the tensing muscles of his chest and abdomen; stopping at the button of his jeans.

"Don't get shy now, take 'em off." Bucky mumbled against your lips, sliding the straps of your dress off of your shoulders.

The wetness between your legs grew as your tugged at his belt, whimpering into his mouth when he pressed his hips against you to show how hard he was.

Pulling away, Bucky sat up to tug your dress down your torso and legs; eyes drinking in the beautiful sight in front of him as he shoved his jeans off and palmed himself through his boxers.

"Take the shirt off." You panted, backing up the bed. A smirk grew on his face, metal thumb sliding back and forth in the waistband of his boxers as he looked at your glistening folds. "Ask nicely and I just might." He taunted. "Please."

You watched the way his muscles flexed with each movement, the shirt sliding off of his arms and to the floor; revealing the mess of scars Bucky hoped you'd ignore and a large tattoo on his ribcage.

Next were his boxer briefs, pooling at his feet as his cock twitched in the air; swollen tip red and leaking precum. "You're staring, babydoll." He said, voice low as he moved his body back over yours.

"Can't help it." You swallowed, the weight of his cock against your thigh as you felt the firmness of his back. His hand slipped between your bodies to guide himself to your heat, spreading your slick with his tip.

"So wet, barely even touched you yet." You whined at his words and gripped his shoulders. "Buck, please. Stop the teasing."

The smirk on his face grew before he brushed his lips against yours. "Hm, I don't know. Kept me waitin' so long, might just tease you a little more." He hummed. You bucked your hips against him, his tip barely pressing into you. "Fuck..." Bucky said in a low groan, a shudder passing through his body.

He made sure you felt every ridge and vein, pulling breathy sounds from you when he pushed deeper. Your walls so tight and warm around him, he already had to hold off his release.

"Look at me, sweet girl." He breathed, nipping at your bottom lip and rolling his hips into yours.

When you opened your eyes, the adoring look in Bucky's made your breath hitch. Hands wedging under your back as he sat up, holding you to him so you were sitting on his thick thighs.

"So beautiful." He groaned as his hands glided over the curve of your back to your ass, metal and flesh fingers digging into the skin.

Guiding your hips in a faster pace, he could feel you clenching around him, swallowing the blissed out sounds you made with a breath taking kiss as his grip on you tightened.

The soft ow that passed your lips made Bucky loosen his grip and move you in a slower pace. "Need me to slow down?" He panted, pulling away from you slightly.

You frantically shook your head, hands clinging to his shoulders; needing to feel his skin against yours. "No-no. Don't stop, please, keep going." You whined, bucking your hips along with him.

In a swift movement, your back was pressed back into the mattress. Your fingers laced with Bucky's as he pinned your hands at the sides of your head, his hips meeting yours in a faster, rougher pace that knocked the breath from your lungs and made your head spin; his cock sliding against every sweet spot, some that you didn't even know existed.

Salacious sounds from both of you echoed around the room, your eyes fluttering shut again and body arching into him so your front was flush to his as the coil snapped.

"There you go, baby. Feel so good, so worth the wait." Bucky moaned out, chasing his own release with shorter thrusts.

A whimper of his name falling from your sweet lips sent him over the edge, his hips flush to yours as he spilled into you with a guttural moan.

He slowly rocked his hips into yours, riding the blissful feeling for all that it was as he looked over your blissed out face.

It was the moment your eyes peaked out, staring back into his lust darkened ones that Bucky knew. You were the one thing he needed to protect. To hold close and never let go.

A tender kiss was placed on your lips, a satisfied hum leaving Bucky as he slipped from between your legs to lay beside you.

You slowly moved off of the bed to grab a shirt and go to clean up, legs feeling wobbly with each step to and from the bathroom.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed when you walked back into the adjoined room, legs still a little jelly feeling as you made you way back to him.

He laughed, an actual belly laugh that made your heart swell as he pulled you between his parted thighs. "I have some... unexpected business to take care of in the morning."

You nodded lightly and sat your hands on his shoulders. "I want you to stay in this room and keep the door locked. When I come back, we'll do something." He promised, gently massaging your sides. "Something, huh?"

A squeak escaped your throat when you were pinned back underneath Bucky, his hips pressing into you. "Oh, don't you get me started. I'll keep you up all night."

[dollslayer]

Champagne Problems

Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.

W/C: 4,642

Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!

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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.

When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.

“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.

You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.

“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.

The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.

By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.

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You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.

“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”

You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.

You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.

“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”

With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.

There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.

“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.

“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”

“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.

He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.

He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.

“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.

You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.

“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.

“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”

You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.

“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.

“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.

“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.

“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”

His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.

“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.

“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.

“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?

“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”

He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.

“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”

“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”

You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.

The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.

You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.

Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.

“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.

“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.

Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.

Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.

“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started

“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.

“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.

You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.

“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”

“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.

“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”

“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.

“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.

“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.

“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”

“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”

“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”

Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”

“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.

“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.

He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”

You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”

“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”

“What about the bar?”

“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”

“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.

You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”

“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”

“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.

You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.

“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”

“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.

“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.

You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.

“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.

You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.

You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.

Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.

“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.

You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.

“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.

“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”

“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”

You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.

You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.

“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”

You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.

“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.

“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”

“Me too.”

With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”

You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.

Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.

“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.

“I don’t have a condom”

“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.

Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.

“See somethin’ you like?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.

“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.

You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.

“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”

You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.

“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”

You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.

“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”

He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.

“You good?” He asked.

“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.

“Can I move or do you need a second?”

“No, you can move, please move.”

One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.

“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.

He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.

Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.

“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”

Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.

“I’d like that”

You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.

[deadhumourist]

Real Sugar - Chapter 2 - Kitchen Coincidental

Summary: Reader deals with the aftermath of her offer. Some things are hard, others deceptively easy. It's a slow burn folks, get comfortable.

Pairing: Rockstar!Frankie x F!Reader - Chef AU

Rating: Mature, minors go away.

Warnings: Cursing, nicknames, graphic descriptions of food, crying, moving. Think that's it?

A/N: Sorry if this chapter makes you hungry (hehe not sorry). Also, I was listening to The Blue Danube when I wrote that kitchen scene. Don't @ me, you'll know it when you read it.

On a lighter note, this chapter is low-key a tribute to @oonajaeadira who hauled me ass-first, kicking and screaming onto the yearning wagon and will not stop torturing me with her particular brand of soft, bone-achingly beautiful work. It's an inspiration. So I hope I didn't fuck this up.

Read Chapter 1

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Every time you stepped into the restaurant kitchen, you felt like you were stepping into the entrance of a grand ballroom. The push and pull of service was a dance that started off slow with prep, and crescendoed with each dinner rush. It was busy but you could always see patterns in the ebb and flow throughout the night. A professional kitchen, to you, had an intrinsic rhythm that encompassed every sight, scent and sound and demanded your focus wholeheartedly.

Hot ovens, spitting grills, glowing charcoal, the cool puffs of air every time the walk-in fridge opened and closed. Multiple chefs meting out precise steps, performed at triple the speed, and with a frenetic energy that hummed and spat. Turn, step, swing. Sizzle, drizzle, plate. Swing, call, step, step, turn, lift.

You were engrossed in a dish when the host, Kieran coughed and announced -

“Table 8…Kingdom”

He looked at you meaningfully as he pegged the slip to the metal header over the counter, his eyebrows lifting.

You had briefed him before opening to look out for Frankie and his party, and to use the code name once they were seated.

You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders. You were ready, your fingertips tingling, feeling like magic was sparking from them. Skill and dumb luck could only take you so far, so you had hedged your bets on good prep.

Four days earlier

On Sunday night you had already started to think about Frankie’s visit, and what you could serve him. You might or might not have Googled him. He was surprisingly evasive when it came to personal questions in interviews and when quizzed about what he enjoyed, the answer was simply "something sweet, definitely not good for you." It didn't help you at all.

Lying on your back on the couch, legs slung against the backrest, you were not making any progress. You couldn't make his favourite foods, because you didn't know what they were.

But.

You could show him yours. You rolled over and excitedly scribbled some notes for dishes that you needed to discuss with Charles on Monday. The owner of Cassis would be pleased.

Back at the restaurant.

Every time Frankie's server walked in with more empty plates from their table, he slipped you a sidelong glance, as if he knew you wanted to ask how it went, but would never broach the topic.

As he brought back the dessert bowl, scraped to within an inch of its life, he winked, nodding at you. You lost the hard fought battle at keeping your composure and brought the dishcloth up to your face to hide the helplessly big smile. Your upper teeth bit into your lip to try and stifle it beneath the material, to no avail.

You were vaguely aware that the only thing that was now making its way over to the table was well aged wine.

The rest of the night went quickly, and at the end of service, you grabbed a bottle of water, gulping it down.

Finished for the night, your team cleaned up their stations and drifted off one by one to grab a post-shift drink.

Untying your chef's cap, you swung the kitchen rag that was permanently perched on your shoulder down and onto a hook. It was impossible to really look good at the end of a tough shift, but this would have to do.

Rounding the large kitchen island, you pushed through the swing doors.

The rush of cool air from the dining room blanketed you as you slowly walked through. The cream banquettes were mostly abandoned, your patrons sated for the night and no longer under your care. You hoped they left with full bellies and great memories.

In the far corner, at a long table, was Frankie and a few friends.

Engrossed in conversation in the nearly empty restaurant, they didn't notice you until you swung a chair around and sat down, both legs to the side, with your arms perched on the backrest.

"So did I pass my auditon?" you whispered to Frankie, leaning closer to him.

A beatific smile spilled over his face and he beamed.

"Oh my god. Please. Yes."

"There are a few things we have to discuss first, come find me when your friends have left.”

After an hour, you heard the doors gently swing open.

You were perched on the long metal table, the mis en place long gone for the night. The empty restaurant kitchen was quiet, a lone buzzing ringing in the back. Gleaming surfaces and neatly packed utensils were beaming at you, ready for another round, but they would have to wait until tomorrow night.

Patting the space next to you, you held out a bottle of Glenfiddich 12y.o. Your voice rang out clearly in the empty space.

“So…here’s what we’re going to do.”

Frankie hoisted himself up next to you.

“I will keep you fed, but I’m not your housekeeper or your mama. You take care of your own shit or hire someone to do it. You don’t need to pay me, but I will need a place to live, so if you have a west or an east wing in your mansion, that’s ideal, but being the humble guest that I am, I will settle for a guest room with an en suite.”

His eyes crinkled in amusement at your deadpan humour, but said nothing. Taking the bottle from you, he knocked back a generous swig and held it out to you again.

“I value my independence, and I don’t want to police you either, so if you want anything specific to eat that day, let me know. Also let me know if you’re not going to be in for supper. Lunch is flexible.”

“I will take care of the food shopping and meals, and keep a linked credit card for said shopping. You can leave all the girly shopping-emptying-your-credit-card jokes at the door.”

His hands went up defensively.

“I haven’t said a word!”

“Good.”

You smiled despite trying to muster up a strict frown.

“I need time to resign and pack up my life.” You paused for a beat, your eyes searching the ceiling for something and nothing all at once.

“That’s actually quite scary, saying it out loud.”

‘You don’t have to do this. Your food is amazing, they might not let you go” he said wistfully.

“I do. I have to…do something. I’m going to get stuck here.”

You turned back to him.

“I’m just..,frustrated. It feels like I’ve sunk so much of myself into this place and all it’s given me is bad posture and hands which need constant TLC.”

He held out his hand. “Lemme see.”

Awkwardly, you extracted your hand from inside your pocket and placed it in his palm. His calloused fingertips brushed over your knuckles gently before he let you go.

“You feel….creatively drained?” Frankie asked after a beat.

You considered his words for a moment, turning it over in your mind, trying to see if it was a fit with what you were feeling.

“Uhm…not quite. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I think the hardest thing is that I’m doing this in an environment where I don’t see people really enjoying it.”

You angled your body to him and launched into a rambling explanation.

“Like…the restaurant is praised by critics, has made several top 10 and “best of” lists in the state and I have pretty much free reign to do as I please. But…as much as I love the pressure and high level of cuisine we’re creating, I’m missing…like…the love, you know? If you create something that is correct, that is….effective…and….excellent, but it isn’t loved and…understood…. what’s the point really?”

“I’m explaining this really badly, sorry.” you chuckled.

Frankie looked at you intently, like he was trying to look through you. He had seemingly forgotten that he was required to participate in the conversation.

“You’re very quiet, it’s weirding me out.” you mumbled.

“Sorry. Maybe doing something different will help, like you said.”

He fidgeted with the webbing between his thumb and forefinger for a moment, like he was contemplating something.

“I spoke to my manager and he’s going to ask a team to get the guest quarters ready tomorrow.”

The revelation hit you mid-chug, making the normally velvety whisky punch a choke out of you. You turned to him, wide-eyed. He was opening up his home to a complete stranger, who would see everything he did, how he lived.

“That’s so…soon Frankie. Are you sure?”

He smiled shyly, suddenly self-conscious at running out of the starting blocks before the pistol had fired. A slight blush climbed up his cheeks.

“Yeah, is that ok?”

“Sure, it’s just…you know? It’s a big move, I’m surprised you’re so keen to let a complete stranger into your life just like that.”

“Seems simple to me.” he shrugged.

“Why?”

“I dunno. I think we’ll get along well. You’re nice. You cook nice things.”

You searched his face for a trace of humour or guile and found none. Just a little smile curled around his beautifully plush lips.

Having your entire identity summed up in two words, both being ‘nice’, seemed like a gross oversimplification. And while it made you bristle underneath the surface, you understood what he was trying to say. That he feels okay around you. That you might make things more okay back home. That he isn’t as freaked out with change as you are. That you weren’t ready to uproot your life, even though you hadn’t even dusted off your moving boxes.

“Besides” Frankie interrupted your train of thought that had now completely derailed and threatened to overwhelm you.

“You’d be letting a complete stranger into your life too.”

He was right. As much as you were going to see the intricacies of his life, he would be seeing yours as well. But you were happy being a self-contained unit, keeping people at arm’s length. If you only cooked for him and had your own space, well, that wouldn’t be too hard. Right?

You smiled at him, taking a breath in an attempt to tamp down the wild thoughts tugging at your nerves.

“I suppose so.”

Frankie left with your number so you could coordinate the move that was happening the next week.

Standing outside in the cold, you set the alarm and locked the doors. You suddenly felt a pang of melancholy that this would be one of the last times that you would close up. But Cassis would go on and grow. The icy wind stung your eyes. It was the wind, not actual tears, you convinced yourself as you trudged to your car.

You felt heavy and weary as you settled into the driver’s seat. New opportunities shouldn’t feel this hard.

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You had a difficult time packing, much more than you would have imagined. Charles had raged at this perceived slight, flinging your resignation letter off his desk. In his mind, he found you, gave you a platform and influence, and this is how you repaid him. He had a proper go at you, his fury crashing against you like storm-whipped waves.

“Have fun cooking steamed chicken and couscous, because you’ll never amount to anything playing housekeeper to spoiled twats.” he spat.

“Charles, I’m not a houseke..”

“I don’t give a fuck, just get out of my sight. I have a fucking head chef to find who will appreciate opportunities.”

And with that he picked up the phone and dialled his assistant. You trudged out of his office like a scolded child.

That evening as you were packing, you tried to wipe his abrasive words from your mind. Maybe this was the wrong move. You still had a ways to go in your career to reach the top.

Every trinket and award made your eyes swell with big fat tears, which made the entire packing process not only long but draining. Several times you took deep breaths and reminded yourself that this was good, it was necessary and that you’ll be ok. You’ll be great. Then the tears would start again.

Although you slept fitfully, your life had been completely packed up by midnight. Your car was loaded and ready to go. If only you were too.

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You left around 8am, a bit worse for wear but feeling cautiously optimistic. It felt like the tears had cleared away some emotional debris.

You arrived at Frankie’s doorstep in LA a little over two hours later. As you were driving you marveled at the beautiful neighbourhood with its huge mansions and driveways, wondering what Frankie’s style was. Did he like the sleek modern look or perhaps the Spanish villa style with the wrought iron staircases?

Google Maps directed you up a winding path that climbed a steep hill, and you were starting to wonder how much longer it was, when Maps pinged and declared you had arrived at your destination.

With some difficulty you managed to reach the gate intercom and when a crackling “Hello?” came through, you tried to channel your cheeriest self into the answer. “Hey! It’s me!” As the words you left your mouth you cringed. He wouldn’t know who “me” was.

“Hey!” the voice called back, and you could catch a hint of a smile this time, even through the poor sound quality.”

The gate swung open.

As you parked, you had a few moments to survey the house that would be your home for the foreseeable future. It wasn’t what you were expecting.

Frankie’s place had a large, but very unassuming exterior - the tan paint and clean lines didn’t scream “celebrity” and the only hint of real largesse was the beautiful view from the driveway and the multi-car garage to the right of the house.

Flinging the door open, Frankie bounded out in loose-fitting jeans and a dark grey t-shirt. The bottom ends of the jeans were frayed, like he had been walking on them for years.

He came to a stop next to your car, giving you an excited smile. You could see that he was trying to contain himself.

“How was the drive?” he asked.

“It was alright, I just need to get unpacked and take a shower.” you chuckled.

Frankie frowned. “You can’t unpack these, they’re heavy. I’ll get the guys to help, hang on.”

Before you could stop him and ask who he thinks packed everything in the first place, he trotted back inside. You busied yourself getting your things from the car; your handbag, some gum and a bottle of water, making sure nothing was left behind.

When Frankie came back outside, you were fully expecting some assistants to be on his heels. Not the other members of Empire.

The lead singer, Santiago, made a beeline for you and reached for your hand, holding it between both of his as he shook it. His perfect white teeth contrasted sharply with his neat salt and pepper beard as he smiled at you wolfishly.

“Nice to meet you, chiquita. I apologise in advance for what a handful this pendejo is going to be.” He winked at Frankie, who lowered his hand to his hip and flipped Santi the bird from there, in an attempt to hide the rude gesture from you.

Besides turning several degrees hotter, you couldn’t help but laugh at the exchange. You knew about his naughty reputation from being a fan of the band, and you could see he was going to be trouble in the best possible way.

The drummer, Will, greeted you and picked up some of the heavier boxes like they weighed nothing. They refused to let you help as they carried all the boxes to your new living space. It was a pretty little adjoining apartment that shared a door with the living room of the main house, and had a separate entrance to boot.

You thanked them all once everything had been set down, and you were left to yourself to freshen up and start unpacking. The apartment was tastefully decorated, cozy but modern. As you didn’t know how long you would be here, you opted to store your furniture instead of moving it down. Frankie had made sure that you had everything you needed here.

You sat down for a moment, just taking it all in. Looking around, feeling the space out. You could be happy here.

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The next morning, it was jarring waking up in a different bedroom, and it took you a moment to orient yourself again. You smoothed your hands across the light grey bed linens. You guessed they had ridiculously high thread counts and the crisp feel under your fingertips suggested that these were brand new. Laundered with jasmine-scented softener but new. You sunk down into it, letting it envelop you like a cloud. What a lovely welcome from Frankie.

After two cups of strong coffee, you bounded out of bed, showered and changed. You were ready to explore the market and whip up something spectacular for dinner. But first, you were dying of curiosity about what was on the other side of the adjoining door.

In case he was still asleep somewhere in the house, you gingerly turned the knob and went through. The living room and kitchen were open-plan and massive, joined together by a single wooden sliding door. You walked past the leather couches and into the kitchen. Bare brick wall leant a laid-back semi-industrial feel, offset with perfect white counters and American chestnut wood surfaces. An island in the middle of the kitchen housed a few chairs. Company while cooking was going to be marvelous.

You slipped out, heading to a fresh foods market you did some research on before your trip.

Frankie had a sizeable freezer and pantry and you loved picking out the plumpest vegetables, selected meats and enough spices and herbs to create any feast imaginable.

The brisk, fresh air and being surrounded by picture perfect produce seemed to push the last few days’ heartache out of you, making space for something different. Something new.

A few hours later you had everything you had set out to pick up, and you made your way to Frankie’s place. Home wasn’t a word you used for it yet, you were just a guest rendering a service. And that was fine.

In the coming days you settled in. Frankie was an easy touch, gladly accepting any and all suggestions for dinner and only now and then requesting something specific. His choices made your heart sing because they were simple. Simple and hearty comfort food. You could learn a lot about a person through their favourite food.

Frankie loved Pan de Queso. His face lit up when he tore the pillowy bread apart in his large, strong hands. The deep hmmm that he hummed as he savoured a mouthful, chewing slowly. Trying, but failing, not to smile while his mouth was full.

Frankie loved the deep, rich braised oxtail you made. A traditionally sinewy meat that was coaxed to tenderness over many hours in a dutch oven. He would methodically pull every last tangle of meat from the bones, mop up the generous helping of vegetable and marrow-infused broth with your homemade sourdough. His forehead would crinkle in concentration as he gently pressed the last drops into the bread before bringing it to his mouth.

These were the things he asked for.

Watching Frankie eat and enjoy your food made your heart swell. Sometimes it felt like your chest would expand beyond bearing, as he got completely lost in the business of being lovingly fed. The experience was nourishing to you both, just two people at a table enjoying a meal.

One evening, months later, when the weather had turned warmer, you were in the kitchen making line fish tacos. The salsa stood to one side, the leftover lime peels scenting the air with fresh citrus. As you cleaned your hands of the panko bread crumbs, you smiled to yourself. It was a point of pride for you to cook Frankie healthy, but delicious food.

Frankie sauntered into the kitchen, a soft t-shirt hugging his broad shoulders, and his jeans fitting a little less loose than before you moved in. He rounded the island and stood close to you.

“That smells amazing, what’s cooking?”

“Fish tacos, nosy. And I threw out that bottled and pre-breaded stuff, it’s disgusting.”

He laughed incredulously. “But I liked those! There was nothin' wrong with them”

“Frankie, you’ve got to feed this body good things. It deserves good things.”

Without thinking, your hand came up to his belly and you rubbed it softly.

He went rigid. The first thought that popped into his head was how had not attempted to touch you since you’ve moved in. Not even a hug. It made the gesture feel inordinately intimate. It was warm and comforting and…he wanted you to keep your hand there.

Your eyes met.

Something shifted.

The oven timer rang, tearing shrilly through the heavy air. Your eyes darted to the oven then back to him.

"Frankie, I…"

[vicious-vixxxen]

SugarDaddy!Enji X SugarBaby!Male Reader <3

Not entirely sure where this came from, but couldn’t help myself once it started :3 nothing crazy, and kinda short, so apologies for that, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Prompt fills should be out later this month: In the midst of a move, so slow going getting fills, out, but hopefully soon <3 thanks for the patience, and the continued support. Much love to you guys! Enjoy :3  Sugar Daddy!Enji x Sugar Baby!Male Reader

 (Sort of, kind of, it is but also not entirely the focus)

“What would you do without me, dad,” Fuyumi sighed, though her smile was palpable, even if Enji couldn’t see it- as she’d stepped behind him to lint roll his dinner jacket. Enji adjusting his watch, and catching the time, puffing his chest up a bit as he shooed his daughter back, and glanced at himself in the full length mirror once more, briefly. Enji would lie down and accept the sweet, bitter kiss from the grim reaper, before he ever told his daughter just where he’d found his date from. But, and as hard as it was to so much as admit it, Enji did know when to wave the white flag of defeat, and after three hours of trying to pick his own outfit, he’d shuffled off to her room and mumbled the bare minimum about having a date from an app tonight. Fuyumi had freaked out for all of ten minutes, before growing startlingly serious, and rifling through his closet for articles of clothing Enji had no idea were even there. And now...well, he looked more presentable than he had in ages. Granted, his wardrobe consisted of his hero suit ninety nine percent of the time, but still. Bidding Fuyumi goodbye was a whole other ordeal, but soon enough, Enji found himself- or rather, his driver, pulling up along the curb of the restaurant he’d asked you to. Not even a moment to gather himself, or suck in a few lungful's of crisp evening air, before his eyes landed on you. Your dazzling smile so bright, Enji had to keep himself from squinting, as you hurried over, and without so much as a hello first, threw your arms over the hero’s broad shoulders, and brought him down into a tight, warm hug. Enji squeezed back awkwardly, though your cologne was mouthwatering, and the feel of someone wanting to be in his arms almost made the older man dizzy, as he pulled back, and smoothed out the front of his jacket. Just to busy his hands, as you eyed him up, and your smile grew softer. More intimate. “It’s so nice to meet, finally. In person.” You laughed, gesturing for Enji to follow you to the front door, as there was already a man waiting to escort you back to your table. Well, Enji thought. Here goes nothing. 

“You’re nervous,” you pointed out quietly- gently, reaching across the table to lay one of your hands over Enji’s much larger one: meeting the older man's gaze as he stopped jiggling his leg, and focused his full attention on you. “Observant,” Enji huffed, though not unkindly, as he took a deep breath, and reached up with his free hand to tug at the neck of his sweater. Cheeks flush, both from the heat within himself, and his nerves. You were much more...handsome? Pretty? Drop dead gorgeous?- than your profile pictures had given you credit for, and even then you were one of the most beautiful specimens he’d ever laid his eyes on, so that was really saying something. “I try to be,” you laughed, bringing your other hand around to sip at your champagne, before laying your glass-chilled hand over the other covering Enji’s, to clasp them on either side- just holding his hand, and smiling. Awkwardness creeping back up Enji’s neck as his throat worked around the words he couldn’t quite find. “I could talk, if you’d like? And you can interject whenever you’d like. No pressure to, if you’re not ready. I could probably talk enough for the both of us.” You we’re trying to cut the man some slack, bless his big confused heart. Your online chats hadn’t divulged much, though you did get the gist from Enji. Bad relationship with his children. Not too close to anyone of his own age. He was lonely. And so were you. You were also broke as fuck, but all thoughts of monetary value flew out the window the second you hugged the man when you’d arrived. Seen the restaurant he’d asked you to; and the private balcony dinner he’d arranged. Enji was trying so hard, and it made your heart beat a little too fast. Your smile almost too bright.  “That...would be preferable, thank you,” Enji replied gruffly- though he cleared his throat after like he’d done it by accident. It only made you smile wider “Of course. A very considerate daddy you are,” you teased, referencing the website you met on jokingly- or at least, half jokingly- though the way Enji’s blush deepened had you stuttering around your first few sentences- glancing down suddenly as Enji turned his hand palm upward- holding your hands in return, as you laughed, suddenly, and began speaking smoothly. Squeezing the man’s hands in silent thanks, as he listened intently to you rambling on about your life. Where you went to school, what instrument you played, your favorite movies, and books. He really /listened/, grunting every so often to show you he was- and even interjecting with questions every so often; Enji really wanted to know about you. He wanted to listen. You’d never quite had anyone like that before. Not even close friends who cared enough to really listen to you. Your chest felt tight suddenly as you began touching on your most recent life happenings. Pausing slowly, voice getting quiet as you held Enji’s gaze, you lifted the older man’s hand to press a kiss to his palm. Snickering into it as Enji’s flames burst across his face at the contact. “Ah-Ahem. What uh...what’s that for?” He questioned, voice husky as he turned away slightly. Embarrassed at his flames for the first time since he was a pre-teen. “Just thanks, for listening,” you admitted with a shrug, kissing his palm again, even softer this time. Enji turned then, pure honesty in his gaze as he gathered his courage to speak clearly, “I could listen to you speak...for hours, if I’m being honest. You have..a lovely voice.” “Ah,” You nodded, your cheeks just as flushed as the hero’s as you swirled your champagne in its glass gently. Missing completely the way Enji’s face fell, and he withdrew his hands from atop the table, and back into his lap. The rest of the night went pretty much the same, though you noticed Enji seemed slightly more reserved, and gruff than before. Still just as attentive, still nearly mute, just more...withdrawn. Less open then he’d become as you spoke. It wasn’t until the date had come to an end, and he was escorting you out of the restaurant, and to the car he’d called to take you home, did you realize why. “Here you go.” Enji spoke quietly, yet clearly, crowding you in slightly so the valet couldn’t see the wad of cash he was holding out to you. Crisp bills neatly folded into a money clip, engraved with Enji’s initials. “Oh.” You’d almost forgotten by this point that this was sort of part of it. Or...well, it was the whole point, really. Or had been. “That’s….quite a lot of money,” You thought aloud, frowning at the way Enji’s brows drew down tightly, and he thumped the money into your chest gently. “I apologize for the evening. Please, just take it. It’s triple the amount we originally spoke of. Compensation for the poor company I’ve been.” You froze, staring between Enji’s eyes, that wouldn’t meet your own, and the cash being held out to you, Enji’s grip so tight on it his knuckles were white. /Oh/. So that’s what he thought. Earlier in the evening, your reaction to his sincerity, he’d read into it wrong. ….Sweet old man. “Silly daddy,” You sighed, smiling despite the situation- reaching up to tug out one solitary bill from the stack, before pressing Enji’s fist back into his own chest with one hand- the other snaking up and around the man’s neck, to ease him down to your level gently. “I can’t say I’ve ever had a more wonderful time with anyone before in my whole life. You listened, and saw me. And only me. For hours. I don’t think I can properly describe how absolutely wonderful that was. Truly. Silly,” You laughed again, watching the way Enji’s shoulders hunched, and tensed, a myriad of emotions flitting across his face, before he settled on bewilderment it seemed. The tiniest flames danced across his cheeks as you leaned up on your toes, brushing noses briefly, before capturing Enji’s lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Hand carding up and into the soft hair at the nape of Enji’s neck, scraping your nails through his scalp gently as your lips began to move against one another. Unsure, and hesitant, before that quickly melted away, leaving only the deepest desire, and want. A soft, needy noise leaving your mouth, that Enji swallowed up happily. Panting into your face as he pulled away, breath a wash of champagne, and the chocolate cake you’d both had for dessert. “Tip...for your driver,” You breathed, slightly dazed as you fell back into the car, feet firmly on the ground now- tapping your pocket where you’d slid the bill from the stack he’d held out to you at first. “I...should get going. But if I don’t have a text from you with the details of our next date when I get home, i’ll be one very disappointed boy,” You admitted quietly, cupping Enji’s cheek briefly- thumb sliding across his plump bottom lip, before you opened the back door of the car, and slid in. Wishing Enji a goodnight, before the door was shut, and you were being driven off towards home. Enji checked the time briefly as you pulled away, and once more when he finally was able to get his legs working again- nearly an hour had passed, in which he’d tried and failed multiple times to collect himself. Had that really just happened? The feel of his lips twisting up into a smile felt strange, and foreign for the pro hero. And as he walked home, to allow himself a chance to breathe finally, he began to laugh. Cupping his own face, and touching his lips, an incredulous laugh bubbled from deep within him as he threw his head back and allowed it to overtake him. Smiling in a way he hadn’t in...so, so long. Pulling his phone out, he immediately began texting you, checking your schedule for the next night, before suggesting going to a play. A quiet, private balcony just for the two of you. Close seats. Beautiful music. He could watch your reactions under the bright stage lights. It sounded fantastic. A text from Fuyumi chimed into his phone as he was nearly home, and still smiling like a love struck teenager. So? How was it!?-FT Enji sighed heavily, catching himself in a nearby shop window- looking too happy to be real, and recalling your words from earlier. Wonderful.-ET It was wonderful, Fuyumi.-ET

[angelz-dust]

heatwave (jason todd x gender neutral!reader)

summary: extreme heat leads to a little accident with your popsicle and jason finds a way to rectify the problem.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni) - smut, unprotected sex (no condom, no pulling out - pls wrap it up y’all), shower sex, mild food play (popsicle), mild choking. 

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the sun shone through the window of your bedroom, the rays of light dancing against your sweaty skin as the wind from your fan made the blinds shake. you laid out on your bed, which had been stripped of its comforter, in only your underwear. you were about ready to peel those off of yourself, too. you weakly grabbed at your phone, checking the weather. 77 degrees.

77 degrees, your ass. it felt like 90. 

as much as you enjoyed reaping the consequences of a depleting ozone layer, you felt like it was time to do something to control the temperature in your apartment. you weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to handle breathing in air that felt thick enough to chew. slowly, you sat up, having to peel your sheet off of your sweaty back. you were going to have to do the laundry at some point because going back to sleep in drenched sheets was just as disgusting as it sounded. that was a problem for 3pm you, though. 11am you needed water. desperately.

waddling your way to the kitchen, you opened the refrigerator door and you let out a loud moan of satisfaction. the bright white lights invited you inside its cold confines and you could've swore you saw a dead relative or two beckoning you in. you didn't want to leave the door open for too long, so you quickly grabbed the last water bottle and shut it. you wasted no time swallowing down the cold liquid, ignoring how it made your teeth hurt and froze your throat. you didn't even care that some of it had spilled down the front of your body, down your chest and to the band of your underwear. you welcomed the cold droplets onto your burning hot skin. 

“fuuuuuuck,” you breathed out, your body going limp as it pressed itself against the metal refrigerator door. you could feel your perspiration creating a suction between it and your skin. it was fine, though. you had no intention of moving anyway.

had it not been for your brain taking a few minutes to power itself off, you would've heard the familiar jingle of keys unlocking the front door and you would've turned to see jason coming in with the desserts you requested. 

“what the hell are you doing?” you heard him say and you slightly turned towards him, a dazed look on your face. he was already stripping out of his clothes before he even asked.

“dying,” you responded, opening the freezer for him as he threw in some ice cream and multiple boxes of popsicles.

jason put his hand on your clammy shoulder, slowly ripping you off of the fridge. he turned you towards him, holding some contraption in his hand, which appeared to be a cross between a spray bottle and a fan. without saying anything, he turned it on and began spraying you down like a misbehaving cat, only you didn't flinch. no, you relished in the feeling of the mist on your face.

“here. i got one for myself, too,” he said, handing you the fan. you smiled happily as you started spraying and fanning yourself all over. 

“i hope whoever invented this is getting bomb ass head right now,” you breathed out, starting to feel some relief.

“what about the guy who bought it for you? what does he get?” jason asked, starting his fan up and spraying his chest, it now glistening with both sweat and tap water. 

“absolutely nothing until the temperature drops,” you smiled at him. “what flavors did you get?”

jason’s lips puckered slightly as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. “strawberry, pineapple, and this caribbean mix with a bunch of flavors in it. you might wanna wait on eating them, though. they’ll probably melt fast.”

“it's a risk i'm willing to take,” you said, going and grabbing a popsicle for yourself. you unwrapped it and hummed happily at the flavor against your tongue. the brand jason bought was a little more expensive but it was definitely worth it. the real fruit juices and chunks were much more satisfying to taste than the artificial flavoring of the other brands.

“is it good?” jason asked, a small smile on his lips. despite being uncomfortably hot, seeing you happy made it bearable. the fact that he was able to provide you with the things you needed, even if it was something as simple as your favorite popsicle, made him feel good.

“mhm,” you nodded, some of the juices starting to trickle down your chin and onto your chest. you looked down and frowned a little. you started spraying your chest, trying to get the stickiness to go away. 

jason watched you desperately try to lick up the juices that were now sliding down the stick and getting on your hands. it just wouldn't stop and it was making a huge mess, just as he had warned you it would. 

“sweetheart, there's more popsicle on your chest than there is in your mouth,” he commented condescendingly and you glared at him.

“maybe that's how i like eating it, jason,” you said, his name coming out of your mouth like venom. 

“you know what? i like eating it that way, too,” he nodded in agreement, stepping towards you and dipping his head down to lick at your collarbone and move down the valley of your chest. 

your breath hitched at the unexpected contact and the added body heat to your personal bubble. jason had come back up, giving you a soft kiss and licking the remnants of your most recent bite off of your lips. as badly as you wanted to melt into the kiss, you pulled away. you grabbed your fan and started spraying him in the face. 

“down, boy,” you scolded him playfully, little giggles coming from him as he flinched his punishment. “i'm trying to eat.”

“so am i,” he smirked, taking the popsicle from you and taking a bite out of it. he looked around the room, whistling as he not so subtly let the popsicle fall against your chest and dragging it down some, watching as it dripped down your abdomen. you gasped out as the contrasting temperatures, your back hitting the fridge. 

“oh wow. i'm so sorry,” his fake apology rang against your ears. he took the dessert off of your skin, handing it back to you. “i'll get that for you.”

his lips and tongue fell upon your skin again, dragging over the stains. he found himself at your nipples, despite not getting anything on them. he swirled his tongue around the quickly hardening buds, managing to get a pleasant sound from you. he got on his knees, collecting the sweetness that was threatening to make it way to your underwear. he eagerly lapped it all up before it got to that point, firmly holding your hips against the door to prevent you from moving away.

“jason, it's too hot,” you sighed as he planted kisses up your naval, looking up at you with playful eyes.

“i know. this is really sexy, isn't it?” he spoke against your body, which got himself sprayed again by you. this time, he saw it as encouragement instead of a punishment. how thoughtful of you to help keep him cool while he focused on making you feel good. 

you kept spraying him until he eventually let up, laughing again as he got off of his knees. “fine, fine. if you won't indulge me in my sexy popsicle fantasy, can we at least go take a shower?”

“only to get the juice off. no other reason,” you said coyly and he smirked at you, giving you a firm nod.

“of course. what other reason would there be?” he asked as the two of you headed to the bathroom, touching at each other and giggling your entire way there, taking what little clothes you both had off of each other. by the time the water started running, the little act had dropped and you were all over each other. it was freezing, which put your bodies into a slight shock as you panted heavily in between feverish kisses. 

jason’s favorite thing to do was hoist you up, with your legs wrapped around his waist. he liked showing you how strong he was and feeling your body flush against his own. he made sure to position you high enough against the tile wall so you wouldn't have water violently hitting your face, but close enough to where you could still feel it everywhere else. he never allowed himself to be blinded by lust at the expense of your comfort. 

his hips rolled into yours and his face found its way back to your chest, peppering it with kisses. you carded your fingers through his wet hair, tugging at it just how he liked. even though you were doing a very physically taxing activity, this was the coolest you had felt all day. you wasted no time giving jason’s plump lips the kisses they had deserved earlier, your boyfriend more than happy to reciprocate. as much as you didn't want to part from him again, he pulled away and began suckling at your neck. normally you would object to being marked in such a visible location but you gave him a pass this one time. after all, he was the guy who bought you the spray fan. 

your feet touched the ground again and he turned you around, pressing you against the wall and grinding softly into your backside. it didn't take him long to pull your leg up and slowly insert himself inside of you. you started seeing stars and that's when your legs became like jelly, causing you to lose your balance. jason quickly reacted, your hearts pounding as you tried to stay vertical.

“are you alright?” he asked, his nose rubbing the shell of your ear. 

“yeah, i just got dizzy,” you explained, grabbing his hand with an embarrassed smile. “i'm okay.”

“so clumsy,” he grinned, kissing your temple as his slow thrusting began. his hand trailed down your side and landed on your ass, using it as leverage.

you moaned his name as he started going deeper and slower. he was teasing you now, which was to be expected. even on the hottest of days, in one of the least comfortable locations, he didn't pass up the opportunity. jason treating this like any other love making session and not just a quickie turned you on even more. he never let you question his dedication to making you unravel beneath him.

“jason, please. stop teasing me,” you begged him, knowing that was the only way he would stop. closed mouths don't get fed, as he would say. 

“only because you asked so nicely,” he responded smugly, picking up the pace now. the sounds of slapping skin and breathy moans were amplified by the acoustics of the room. you began feeling a slight ache; a result of jason’s girth and length inside of you. a normal person would’ve asked for a break, but not you. it fueled you to continued, fucking back against him and squeezing around the very thing that was causing you mild pain. 

“it feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked you and you didn't respond. you hated how he always knew exactly what you were doing. “tell me it does, sweetheart. i wanna hear you say it.”

you ignored him again, moving against him a little faster now. his hands quickly went to your hips, holding you still. “answer me,” he whispered in your ear and you whimpered in defeat.

“it feels good,” you mumbled, trying to move again, but to no avail. 

“sorry, i didn’t catch that.”

“it feels good, jason.”

“i'm glad. i want you to feel good,” he smiled, letting you go. you continued to try and reach your high, doing most of the work now while jason watched. his hands caressed your body, encouraging you to continue. 

“does it feel good for you?” you asked him and he nodded. 

“it always does, sweetheart. i feel amazing whenever i’m with you,” he told you, starting to meet you half way with his thrusts. “doesn't matter if i'm inside you or not.”

you felt your face heat up at his words. you hated how he had that effect on you. you felt yourself slip against the wet tile again and he caught you, pulling you back against him. 

“would you stop doing that?” the two of you laughed together, taking a quick breather. “i need you to not die in the middle of me fucking you, okay?”

“okay, i'm sorry,” you giggled as jason helped you get back into position. “i'm sorry.”

“it's alright, don't worry,” he reassured you, slipping his hand up your front and around your throat. “is this okay?”

you nodded, feeling more secure in this modified position. despite your little interruption, you still felt as needy as ever. his grip on you was so gentle that you could almost be convinced you’d slip again, but jason knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew what he needed to do to keep you safe and not hurt you in the process. 

“let’s finish up,” jason’s tone was comforting and you hummed in agreement, picking up right where the two of you left off. it didn't take long, either. you could feel the pressure building up inside of you, waiting to wash over you. once you felt his tip pressing against that sweet spot he was so good at exploiting, you knew there was no going back now. 

you both started getting sloppy, jason’s thrusts being less methodical and your movements no longer matching with his. jason’s broken gasps and moans send you over the edge, sending you spiraling in euphoria. his grip on your throat tightened very slightly as he filled you up, his face resting in the crook of your neck. you let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, feeling his cheek pressing against you, silently urging you to turn around. you complied, your noses grazing each other before your lips met again with little kisses.

“we can take a real shower now,” he smiled against your lips, kissing you again. “no more sexy fantasies. i promise.”

“no more sexy fantasies during a heatwave,” you corrected him, grabbing your wash cloth and wiping away some of the sweat forming at his hairline. “any other time, they will be greatly accepted and expected.”

“good to know.”

[falcqns]

Hiiii! Long rant ahead 😅-

Can I please request a Bucky x civilian!fem!reader (Avengers au! Endgame never happened au! Bucky joined the Avengers au!) where Sam & Steve are friends with a civilian girl who Bucky starts to really like (but Bucky being Bucky, he’d be worried she would be scared of him, & he thinks he’s a monster 🥺 so he wouldn’t admit he likes her), she really likes him too, & one day when she’s spending the night at the Avengers HQ, he has another nightmare & she calms him down & goes to sleep on the floor with him & they cuddle & he kisses her 🥺 The next morning, Sam & Steve would go up to Bucky’s floor & see them cuddling on the floor of Bucky’s living room🥺 The rest of the Avengers would come up there out of curiosity & Tony would tease them so much & try to take pictures lol. Steve & Sam would be smug but also really happy for Bucky because she’d be good for him 🥺🥺🥺 Sam would annoy Bucky so much about it 😂😂💜🥰

you could never hurt me

pairing: Bucky Barnes x civilian!fem!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, soft!Bucky, almost sub!Bucky which I love and wanna write more of but im scared too bc idk if people want that, Tony being a dumb ass as usual, Sam and Steve are good friends

a/n: this got wayyy more fluffier than I planned on bc I've been diving into the little!Bucky tag on AO3 too much and he’s always such a sweetheart and I wanna write some but im too scared I’ll get hated on eep. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

God, you adored Bucky.

Despite everything he had been through, he was such a sweetheart. He had a softness to him, a softness he didn’t show most people. 

You really didn’t expect to fall for him when you started running with Sam and Steve a few months prior, but you definitely weren’t complaining. However, despite the softness you saw, he seemed to hate you. 

You didn’t know why. He was never verbally rude, he’d often leave a room as soon as you’d enter it, and avoid you as much as possible. 

You’d been over to the compound plenty of times, but you had never spent the night. Tonight was Tony’s birthday party, and you wanted to talk to Bucky about why he hated you so much, but you didn’t see him at the party, or after. According to Steve, he hated parties, and tended to lock himself in his bedroom  until the party was over, when he would venture out and eat some of the left over food.

Once the party was over, you and the rest of the avengers, except Bucky, were sat in one of the many common areas drinking a few more beers before everyone retired for the night. 

You heard Bucky’s door shut behind him, and watched as he walked into the kitchen. The team seemed to completely ignore his presence, and that stung a little bit. Did they not see the sweet and innocent Bucky that you, Sam and Steve saw? You shook the thought out of your head as Bucky trudged back to his room with some food and a drink in his hand, completely ignoring his teammates. 

You sighed internally, and decided to bring it up another time. 

You had just settled into your bed for the night, when you heard noises from Bucky’s room, which was right beside yours. You ignored them at first, thinking they were just him moving around and getting ready for bed, just like you had moments before. But, soon you started to hear different noises. 

You stood up from the bed, and pressed your ear against the wall that separated the two rooms. It sounded like he was trying to call out for someone, and couldn't. Like he wanted to talk so badly, but his words were catching in his throat. You feared that he could be severely hurt, so you ran out of your room and knocked on his door. 

“Bucky, you okay?” You said, and the sounds only continued. As they got louder, you knocked again, but there was still no answer. You tried the door knob, but it was locked. You looked down the hallways and was tempted to knock on Steve’s door. You wanted to make sure he was okay and you were definitely not strong enough to kick the door in.  

Just as you were reaching Steve’s door, you heard a low shout, and sobs rip through the air. You ran back to the room and tried the door handle, which was still locked. You breathed deeply, as you tried to figure out what to do. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked hesitantly, and she answered right away. 

“What can I assist you with Ms Y/L/N?” 

You breathed in relief. “Can you unlock Bucky’s door for me?” 

“Sergeant Barnes has restricted access to his room. The only one who was access is Captain Rogers.” You groaned. 

“I just want to make sure he’s okay. He can get mad at me all he wants for breaking into the room but he doesn't sound okay,” You reasoned.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded instantly. “I agree. His heart rate and blood pressure are rising. I will unlock the door.” A second later, a low click was heard, and this time when you tried the door, it unlocked and you stepped into Bucky’s room. 

The sight of him broke your heart. 

He had abandoned his blankets on the floor and crawled into one of the corners. His knees were pulled up to his chest, and his forehead was resting on his knees as he cried his poor heart out. You rushed over, and crouched in front of him. 

“Bucky? Are you okay?” You asked, and he shook his head, trembling slightly. You heard his teeth chattering, so you grabbed the comforter from behind you, and wrapped it around his shoulders. His cries slowed slightly, and he looked up at you.

“W-why are you helping me?” He asked, stuttering slightly. 

You furrowed your brows. “You’re obviously not doing well, and I want to help you. Why wouldn't I help you?” 

Bucky choked out a laugh. “I thought you'd be scared of me. Of what I can do. Of what I've done.” 

You sat criss cross apple sauce in front of him, and took his metal hand into your flesh one. You held it up, and intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m not scared of you.” You said simply, and Bucky nodded, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. 

He looked down at his lap. “I could hurt you.”

You scoffed and moved closer. Without letting go of his hand, you manoeuvred to your knees, and pushed his legs down flat. You straddled his lap, you free hand rising and tangling in his locks that were wet from both his shower and sweat. “You could never hurt me.” You stated, your hand in his hair sliding down to cup his jaw, your thumb rubbing against his soft and kissable cheek. 

You watched as a tear slipped from his eye, and danced like a rain drop in a carwash down his soft but still stubbly cheek and jaw. 

“Why are you so nice to me? I don’t deserve it.” He whispered, his chin trembling. You smiled sadly and wiped the tear away. 

“You are is deserving of everything sweetheart. You’re such a sweetie pie and it sucks that the rest of your team doesn't see it, because you deserve all the loves and cuddles you could get. What you did, that wasn’t you. It may have been your body, but it wasn't you. You have been treated so harshly by so many people, including those who were supposed to protect you from those who did hurt you, when all you deserve is such kindness.” You said, and smiled when Bucky practically melted into your embrace, his head burying itself in your neck. He unraveled your fingers, and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling in your neck. 

“Thank you. No ones ever said something that nice to me,” He said, and you felt his eyes flutter closed against the skin of your neck, finally at peace. 

“You deserve it.” You said, and you pulled away slightly. He let out a whine, but then his eyes widened, almost expecting you to hurt him. Your heart melted and you pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“It’s okay if you’re feeling vulnerable, baby. I’m right here. I won't leave, and I won't hurt you. Let’s lay down okay?” You said, and he sniffled as he nodded and followed you groggily over to where his blankets were on the floor. You laid down, and opened your arms, inviting him in. 

He laid down in your arms, and his face found your neck again. He breathed in slightly, and sat up on his elbow suddenly. You furrowed your brow, but all the questions that were swirling in your head were answered when he pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, and cupped his jaw again as your lips moved together slowly and sensually. 

The kiss broke a few moments later, and you ran a hand through Bucky’s hair, a dopy smile spreading on his face. 

You opened your arms again. “Come lay down, love.” You said, and he instantly complied, his body finding its previous position. You heard his breathing even out seconds later, and knew he was finally getting the sleep he deserved.

The next morning, Steve and Sam went looking all over the compound for you, and couldn’t find you anywhere. They walked past Bucky’s room once more, and made eye contact. 

“You don’t think-”

“Theres no way-” They said at the same time, and decided to look.

 A smile cracked on both their faces when they saw you and Bucky, still curled up on the floor. 

A flash went off, and they turned to face Tony. “Fuckin’ finally. Been waiting for Tin Man to make a move for months.” He said, and Steve smacked him upside the head. 

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[absurdthirst]

hi! I was wondering if we could get a headcanon on how the Pedro characters would react to a partner who is a sex worker (dancer/cam work/adult actor). I admitted to my bf the other day that I thought about creating an OF and he was surprisingly very supportive and I thought of a few Pedro characters who would react the same.

When You Are a Sex Worker (Female Reader):

Javier: It’s how you met. You were the one that he started seeing more than the others. At first it was a convince thing. You were available when Gabby or Freckles wasn’t. But then Javier started to request you. Then it was calling you over to his apartment. Your relationship develops with him very slowly. Until one day he asks you if you want to keep doing this. No payments, no other men - just him.

Ezra: He knows you have to work. You were a dancer before he met you. He met you on that little moon off Tarron 3. You had been bartending when he had come in with a pocket full of credits and a eye on the person behind the bar. Taking you primary job in stride, Ezra enjoys it. You had moved but he had always managed to keep up with where you called home, for a floater, your bed was as close to home as he could hope to have. When he wasn’t on a dig, he would be at your club, watching you dance and smirking at the way that you declined any nightly company but his. 

Mando: You are the cam girl that he had primarily watched on his favorite holo vid channel. To run into you while he was tracking down a bounty had him freezing in his tracks when he realizes where he knows you from. Especially when you are on his ship, dragged onto it while dealing with a firefight between himself and the bounty’s henchmen. He’s shy, really fucking shy when he knows that he has seen every inch of your body and the way you sound when you cum. For the Mandalorian, that means that he is just even more quiet. Although he is surprised as hell when you find yourself attracted to a man covered from head to toe. He’ll admit that he knows all of your videos and has them saved on his holo pad later. 

Catfish: He literally met you at the strip club. When the guys took him there and he ended up with your number. He took you out on a date a few days later and you were blown away when he wasn’t pressing you for sex. Not that you shouldn’t have pegged him for the respectable type. He totally is. It’s actually a few dates before you sleep together and he takes it slow but within a few months you are official and he has zero problem with your job. He will come to the club but he doesn’t get jealous. You are working. He will have a few beers, wink at you every now and again and then when you are done with your shift, he is walking you to your car and giving you a sweet kiss goodnight. Or sometimes you are leaving your car and going home with him. 

Tovar: Your cottage was on the outskirts of the village. You weren’t exactly welcomed but you weren’t run out of town either. People know to direct men who need....attention to you door. It was how he came to be in your home. Coins pressed into your hand before your skirts were tossed up and he ruts into you with abandon. It’s a routine that happens day after day until he doesn’t show up again for nearly a year. When he arrives at your door this time, he is asking you to leave. Promising you that you will not have to sell yourself anymore. He wants to show you the home he had built three days ride from here. Its a fresh start if you want it, with him.

Agent Whiskey: He met you on an op. Spent way too much of Statesman’s money on you grinding on a pole. He was undercover so he couldn’t do too much, but after he was done with the mission, he came back. Specifically waited for you and asked for you to take him to the VIP room. That ended up in your taking him home and then he came back the next night. And the night after that, and the night after that. Until one day you were Whiskey’s girl and you didn’t seem to mind it. 

Max Phillips: This dude is fucking proud of it. Hell yeah you were adult film actress. Have you seen this body? It’s a boost to his ego knowing that he has a woman that plenty of men and woman want to fuck. He will definitely want to film with you. It will be amazing. He’s already come up with the titles. Either Blood and Busts, or the Lady and the Vamp. (He’s such a puny weirdo)

Marcus Pike: He doesn't know how he got onto your feed one night. Like any single man who doesn’t mind porn, he was trying to find something that interested him and your advertisement pops up. You are beautiful and instead of trying to just be sexy, you were being funny and goofy and that just made you even sexier. So he started watching and after he started watching, he started falling. He would comment and there was the fact that you chose him for a private show giveaway. The two of you talked, he even turned on his microphone instead of typed. He offered you a date one night, completely up to you to accept. You did and the rest is history. Marcus still watches, he just watches live and off camera. 

Dave York: You are a cam girl that he has slowly become enamored with. Except that Dave wouldn’t try to meet you through the chat. No, he gets your IP address and uses his skills as a DIA agent to find out your personally information. From there, he uses the information to run into you in a more casual situation. It’s a very long time before Dave will admit that he is username ikill4u and that he had known about your cam show well before you told him yourself. You are married before he admits that, that particular patron not having logged on for a long time. You deciding not to do it anymore is completely up to you but he wouldn’t be upset If you did give it up. 

Oberyn: Again, this is how you met. He and Ellaria found you in a whorehouse in Bravos. You were the perfect mix of adventure and beauty. It doesn’t hurt that you are interested in Ellaria as well and seem to espouse the same free and open love that the two of them live by. He loves your enthusiasm and finds that you really do love pleasure. There is a point where he and Ellaria done want to leave without you and asks if you will come with them. Who would turn that down?

Marcus Moreno: He definitely didn’t meet you at work. He ran into you at the grocery store but he likes you. A lot. You are the first woman that he has had serious interest in since the loss of his wife. He’s dated and even occasionally had a one night stand, he’s human after all. When you go on a date with him, you feel like you should inform him what you do. After all, he is Marcus Moreno - the leader of the Heroics. He just blinks, takes a sip of his water and asks you if you find it to be a good workout. He doesn’t mind it, it’s your job and your way of supporting yourself. 

Max Lord: He’s not embarrassed by you, not at all. If you decide that you want to tell people what kind of actress you are, that is not your decision. He has enjoyed your videos and you are definitely talented. The videos are profitable as well. He didn’t realize how well you were paid for what you do. It’s a little humbling to realize you make more money than he does, but it only makes him want to be more successful so you don’t have to act unless you want to. 

Zach Wellison: You met Zach when he was on the streets and you at a club in a not so nice part of town and one of the drunk-ass creeps had tried to grab you when you were walking out to you car and you had bought him dinner as a way of saying thank you for scaring the guy away. Zach started hanging around the club parking lot more and it wasn’t just you that he kept safe, your co-workers were also so appreciative of it. One particularly nasty night, you finally convinced him to get in your car and come stay outside at your apartment out of the drowning rain. You aren’t ashamed of the fact that you slept with him that night or that it was the beginning of something wonderful. 

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[selinakidreams]

here’s a lil something for baku (and you) to enjoy on his birthday <3 all apart of the bakugo birthday bash hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe @ramen-rambles ! !! thank you guys so much for letting me be apart of this <3

pairing: (established relationship) QUIRKLESS AU kiribaku x fem! reader

word count: 3k+

warnings: alcohol consumption but sober sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of throat fucking, mentions of spit roasting, lots of mentions of spit <3 (and exactly one spit into a mouth), very light degradation, praise

a/n: this is my first time writing with three characters kdjdkdk it’s way out of my comfort zone and I only had 6 days to write it,, but I did it!! trust me I wanted to write more but I actually wanted to make it to baku’s birthday so !! don’t be mad at the endiiiiiiinnnngggg <3

The jazz wafted throughout the empty bar; your silk dress falling from the edge of your seat. It has been a slow night for the bar. You leaned your head into your hand, elbow keeping you sturdy as you swirled the drink around it’s glass cup. 

Your friend's party became a bit too feral for your taste, but you kept your word and stayed as long as you could for the sole purpose of seeing her smile, but then they showed up and you saw yourself out. 

The dim lighting made your eyes droopy with no action to keep your brain going, so you take another swig of your drink before swiveling in your chair to face the other side of the bar. 

Floor to ceiling windows greeted you, giving you the perfect overlook to the twinkling city lights below. It was incredible how your friend could afford a room in this hotel for her party. 

You noticed a movement in the corner of your eye; someone had entered the bar. 

You turn back to face all the expensive drinks displayed on the shelf, the perfect excuse to catch a quick glimpse at him. The contrast of his hair against everything else in the room almost made your eyes pop out of their sockets. 

Platinum blonde hair tufted out like an explosion, a satin red shirt that danced with the warm light of the room, black slacks and from what you could tell, some expensive ass shoes. Too dressy just to be here for some drinks.

Wanting to see more but not willing to fully stare at the man, you signed and waited until it seemed like he got settled on the bar stool before saying, “Is it your party that’s on this floor? It seems like quite the... experience.” 

Your voice came out smooth and velvety to bakugo’s ears, not that he would ever admit it. He scoffed before taking a second to look at the stranger who was daring to talk to him. His first thought settled in his mind and accepted it, almost prompting for silence- waiting to see if you would push to talk to him again.

From what you could tell, he was scanning you up and down. He opened his mouth to say something; his pink plush lips looking extremely inviting as they began to mouth something.

No sound came out for the next few seconds, showing he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He closed his mouth and took out a phone from his pocket, the screen illuminated his face as he began typing something out. 

With this newfound light, his features became even more alluring- which couldn't be said for most people. Perfect porcelain skin, his profile pointed and devilishly handsome.

He’s well aware that he still held your attention, so when he slid his phone back in his pocket, he responded to your previous question, “yea, that’s the one. I’d rather stick it out instead of hearing them complain about me not going to my own party  for the rest of the week.”

By the end of his sentence, he had a glass of something amber in his hand that seemed to look a lot like whiskey. He didn’t spare you another glance but you could tell he expected to hear a response.

You hummed, slightly nodding your head, “The party I had to go to is upstairs and it’s… a lot. They're all just talking about expensive this and designer that and I couldn't listen to another word so I had to get out of there…” you trailed off at his silence. Noting that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, you introduced yourself in hopes to continue interacting with him. You knew his type, and you knew in some way, he was going to surprise you. 

“Bakugo Katsuki.” He said in turn.

You slowly nodded before posing another question.

“So Bakugo, not really a party goer?” You attempt to ask, only to get a huff in return.

“not one for small talk either, i see?” You add at the end.

Another few quiet moments go by before he responds

“If I was a party goer, I’d be at my own party wouldn’t I?” He quipped back and your eyebrows shot up as you raised your hands in defense. 

“Well hey, I dunno ! For all I know you could have had a really rough night and this specific bar could be your saving grace. Could possibly use this night to drown your sorrows away behind a whole bottle of what… whiskey?” You say, ushering to his drink before turning to face your own, knowing he probably didn’t like being pegged as such.

“but you wouldn’t do that. You’re a strong man who knows what to do when things get bad, huh?” you continue, sprinkling praise to his dignity. He seemed like the type to prioritize that.

He didn’t do or say much in terms of a response but a small smile grew on your lips seeing how his body suddenly released a bit of the physical tension that was winding up.

You moved a few seats closer to him. If he didn’t like it, he hadn’t said anything. 

“So-'' Interrupted before you could continue the line of questions, Bakugo surprised you by asking, “you think you’re better than your friends? Leaving them and comin’ here to drink alone?” his voice coming out gruff and low.

“No, not one bit. I was the one who planned the whole thing for my friend, it’s just unfortunate that she had to invite all those people who aren’t all that nice to her. I can’t stand them. I’ve told them off more than I can count, but they just brush me off. A group of bullies is one thing, but a group of people who pretends to be friends with you then talks behind your back is another.`` 

Bakugo was quiet, not by astonishment or anger; he seemed to be expressionless as he piped up, “fake people are some of the uglies nobodies out there.”

You turn to look at him before sipping your drink and moving a seat closer. This time Bakugo glanced your way but continued to stay silent. 

“You ever beat someone up?” you ask, resting your chin on your palm, tilting your head towards him.

Your second surprise that night, he chuckled. It was soft, the complete opposite to the demeanor he'd been holding.

“Why? You want me to go in there and beat a few of those assholes up?” his eyes were relaxed by this point, no longer sharp and heavily guarded.

“Only because they don't believe I'm intimidating enough.”

“Maybe because you're not.”

You fake gasped, bringing your other hand up to your heart. “Excuse me sir but I'll have you know that I can be quite the fighter.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hadn’t realized you got so close to Bakugo until you heard the footsteps nearing you both.  When a handsome voice called out bakugo’s name, you slightly jumped. Putting as much space between the two of you as possible, you looked to the source of the voice. 

Handsome would be an understatement. 

With red bangs that framed his sharp toothy smile perfectly and the rest of his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, this man looked a bit taller than Bakugo with a much warmer aura... but radiated the same type of... manliness. 

“Bakugo, I just got your text- Mina has been dragging me everywhere to make sure your party’s going well. Is this her?” the handsome man asked, a slight indistinguishable gleam flashes in his eye when he looks over to you.

“Yeah, ‘nd i wanna leave now.” he almost pouted before looking over to you. 

“You comin’?” 

Your gaze snapped between the two men, only slightly putting two and two together. 

Red hair spoke up, “He probably didn't explain it well but I'm his boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro!” he held out his hand cheerfully, listening to your introduction. 

“Not to sound too forward or to make you uncomfortable... but do you wanna come home with us? He texted me earlier saying that there was this hottie in a silk dress and… well…” he trailed off licking his bottom lip as his wandering gaze slowly shifted hungrier, “he wasn't kidding.”

There was a lot happening at once but all that you were thinking was that these two hot men wanted you, and the happy buzz that was coursing through your system couldnt object the offer, so with a quick nod of your head, you were handed a water bottle, guided off of the stool, and into the back of the next taxi they could hail. 

The ride was filled with wandering hands and mischievous looks. Kirishima was whispering naughty promises in Bakugo’s ear that you couldn't quite hear, while your attention focused on the big palm that was making its way to the most heated part of your body. The quick inhales that the blonde took went straight to your core, making you incredibly excited for what the night had to offer. 

As soon as the door swung open, lips were on lips and clothes were coming off. The rush to get to the bedroom was heated and messy but once you all entered the room, there was an intense shift that even you couldn't predict. 

Kirishima spoke first, “So what does my birthday boy want? Does he want to fuck or be fucked?”

With a suck at his teeth, Bakugo knew if he didn’t give an answer soon he’d be met with-

“Better hurry up handsome, or I might just choose for you…” Kirishima hummed, bright crimson eyes hopping on over to meet your gaze, “better yet…”

He was by your side in mere seconds. His huge figure towering over yours, you almost flinched when his bulky fingers grazed up your arm. 

“What if you chose for him?” He purred in your ear loud enough so Bakugo’s ruby eyes found yours. Your name rolled off the red-haired man’s tongue like sweet honey, “go ahead, what do you think he would want more?”

Your gaze flickered between them, you couldn’t tell one or the other’s preferences but if they wanted to use you, they could. 

“How about… Eijiro… you could fuck my throat and Katsuki… could fuck whatever hole he wants?” You ask, the question raising an octave out of uncertainty. 

Kirishima raises an eyebrow towards the man of the hour, slightly amused and completely aroused. 

Bakugo is already smirking,“Atta girl, knows exactly what to say.” 

Kirishima starts to kiss your neck as Bakugo stands in front of you, occupying your lips for the first time that night. 

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he seemed to have rubbed on his boyfriend's bulge before reaching for the zipper of your dress. In turn, the feeling of the Eijiro’s bulge humped your back. 

Whether it was your dress hitting the floor or Katsuki’s tongue slipping in your mouth didn't matter, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, causing Kirishima to chuckle and whisper, “get on the bed, princess.” while Bakugo pulls away from you, a string of spit keeps you connected.

With your gaze lustly hazy, you dreamily make your way to the bed, but not without a little show. Before splaying yourself out on the mattress, you stretch out- almost in the child's pose of yoga except you add a deep arch in your back for the sole purpose of showing off your pretty seamless thong. 

As you reposition yourself, you glance over to the side to find that both men are now only in restricting briefs, eyes glued to your figure, both palming themselves over their boxers. 

Eyes half massed and back flat on the bed, you begin to pout, feeling almost bare without anyone’s hands on you. 

As if on cue, they began to make their way over to you, looking oh so hungry. 

You immediately sat up and swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, pulsating at the prospect of having two seemingly thick dicks at once… but they were still in their boxers. Why?

“Ya have to ask nicely in order to get a treat, you ungrateful slut.” Bakugo growled before taking your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. 

“Better yet, beg.” he said with a coldness that heated your core and had your eyes going wide.

Whimpering when he let go, you kept your innocent doe eyes as two sets of starved eyes stared down at you.

“W-wanna get fucked, please. Wanna feel both of you everywhere…” you say as you reach both hands out to palm the silhouette of their bulges. “Please…?” 

There was a “christ” that was muttered out before you were pushed back on the bed by Bakugo, then kirishima manhandled you so that your neck was supported by the edge of the bed, your head mostly hanging off.

Even in the midst of the binding tension, Kirishima didn't hesitate to instruct Bakugo to put a pillow under your hips, the blonde eagerly following through with the demand. 

“How’dyou want Katsuki to prep you, baby? He’s skillful in every sense but he really enjoys using his mouth.” 

The bed shifted and before you could string a thought together, you looked down and lost all ability to think. The sight in front of you was downright sinful. A smirk was pulling at the left corner of his lips as he sunk closer to your clothed pussy, his red gaze now a deep wicked crimson as he watched for your reaction.

You didn't have much time to analyze before a thick hand laced through your hair and ushered your view back to the red head’s now exposed cock. You gulped. 

Not incredibly long, a moderate size but with a juicy girth, Kirishima’s cock had a thick vein trailing up his underside. 

If you could make heart eyes, you're sure that you'd be doing them by now. 

Focused on paying attention to his pretty pink weeping tip, you felt your panties being pushed to the side. As tempting as it was to look down, you kept your sights set on the task at hand. Licking and kissing his cock, mixing your saliva with his precum, you earned a guttural groan from the big man above you, encouraging you to do more, please him more- until a warm muscle was met with your sopping core, causing a high gasp of a vibration to hit Kirishima’s head. 

Your mind stopped reeling for a second- it stopped doing anything to be frank. Your hips mindlessly thrust up in attempts to get more of Bakugo’s mouth. He chuckled against you in response.  

Moans bounced off the walls the deeper you guys got with each arousing movement; slurps coming from your’s and Bakugo’s mouth were the loudest noises in the room- that was until you moved down to pay the much needed attention to Kirishima’s balls. He couldn't seem to take it when you began sucking and fondling, moaning about how full he looked. He let out an obscene whine that you couldn’t believe came from him but when Bakugo pulled his lips from around your clit, you followed the noise with a similar one.

Unlike Kirishima who had stayed still, you tried to push Bakugo’s face back down out of lack of patience. Somewhere along the lines, the dominating rolls have switched, but you couldn't really find it in yourself to trace back to when that happened.

 “You really are a fighter, huh?” he chuckled out before adding, “quit whining shitty hair, you’ll get to fuck her throat once I’m done eating.” 

And with that, he dove right back in, causing you to clench around nothing yet and arch your back to get impossibly closer. In turn, your gaze caught the big desperate pleading eyes looking down at you, nearly begging you to do something... 

You were so dizzy with pleasure that you murmured  a mindless, “I didn't forget about you Eijiro.”,  before using your hands to guide his cockhead back into your mouth to coat it in your saliva then pulling off and spreading it down the rest of his length. He bit his lip and let out a cute “mmph!”, which went straight to your abused core. Wanting to hear more, you began to pump his shaft with your messy fist. 

With everything going on, you didn’t realize how built up you were. At an astounding rate, your climax crashed over you, making you shriek against Kirishima's dick as you attempted to cage Bakugo’s head in with your thighs. What pushed you even further was the death grip Katsuki had on your thighs and the sinful sounds he was making while lapping away at your juices. 

Your hands shot from Kirishima’s cock down to grip Bakugo’s hair, freeing your mouth to pant out breathy praises and a whiney “Katsuki!”.

“Fuck,” Bakugo groaned as he came up from your pelvis once you’ve relaxed, whipping your juices from off of his chin with the back of his hand. 

“Kiri, c’mere, you gotta try this,” he said before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss over your slumped body. Watching their lips meet and seeing Kirishima’s tongue slip into his lover’s mouth sent a dull throb to your core, even moreso when Kirishima sighed into the kiss while his cock twitched upwards, close to your face. 

When they pulled away, Bakugo gave one more little peck to Kirishima before looking down at you with a mischievous grin. You mentally gather yourself and sit up, already ready to be told what to do next.

“Open up, sweet cheeks.”

You did as you were told with your tongue out on display, unintentionally closing your eyes as a sweet little “aaah” came out on instinct. 

The spit hit your tongue dead on and you had to refrain from automatically swallowing. 

A low whisper about how good you were to Katsuki pulled him out of his daze, his eyes darting away from the new wetness on your tongue. 

“Swallow, slut.” and so you did.

“You're right Kiri, she is such a good girl…  Are you ready to get fucked stupid as your prize?” was the last thing you remember before both of them did exactly that.

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Fundy/GN!Reader - When You’re Ready [1797 words]

Spicy with some fluff! You and Fundy get a little heated and he suggests a game of chicken to help you feel more comfortable. Which if I’m honest this was just me accidentally writing a healthy use of safe words where the safe word is chicken, which is way too funny to me. 

this is spicy, not full nsfw but definitely suggestive and T rated! if you find that uncomfortable in anyway please, I strongly suggest you just scroll past :) if you press read more its no longer my fault that you saw it these wont be common but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

Fundy held you close while you both slowly danced around his room, it was silly but exactly what you expected from him. His neck was craned down so his face rested in the crook of your neck. It was getting late, the night calling for the end of your date but the grip he had on your hips told you he didn't want you to leave and you definitely weren't going to argue. It was odd, the dance started innocent, mostly an excuse to hold each other close but then something changed.

You couldn't tell if you were just looking too much into it, or if you were the one making it more heated than it was. But you couldn't stop your mind from realizing how warm his breath felt on your neck, or how one of his hands rested on your lower back now instead of your hip. It made your ears burn, you breath caught in your throat when you swore you could feel Fundy's lips lightly graze your neck. The slight touch brought a shiver to your spine that you know he felt.

Letting out a low chuckle, Fundy kissed your neck that time, his lips were soft against your skin but the contact felt like an electric shock. Instinctively you pushed him away, face bright red and breathing slightly heavy. He just went with the push, pulling his hands away from you and clearly in your line of sight, "Too far?" he asked quietly, you could see the slightest tremble in his hands.

You shook your head, much harder than you meant to, making yourself slightly dizzy, "I- No! No no no! It's not that! I just- I. Give me a moment, please." you struggled to find words while he looked at you with soft eyes, his face was flushed with a soft smile on his lips. After a few deep breaths you started to speak again, "It's not that I don't want to, its just. I... I'm scared?" you stuttered out, you frankly weren't good with kind of stuff at all.

Nodding, he carefully reached for your hands, holding one in each hand as he gave you a concerned look "Scared of what?" he asked, rubbing on the back of one of your hands with his thumb.

You shrug, "I-I don't know how to explain it...?" you started, you felt so dumb for having such a weird relationship with these kind of situations, "I'm. I'm just scared I'm gonna freeze up and not say something when it gets too far..." you say quietly before laughing meekly, "God that sounds so stupid when I say it out loud." you say basically shrinking into yourself with every word.

Fundy didn't allow that though, softly and carefully he pulled you into a hug, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, love." he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I want to though! Fundy I. I trust you so much, I just don't want to... Get your hopes up, I guess?" you say, being muffled by his shirt as you shoved your face into it.

He let out a soft giggle, "Trust me, anything we do will be enough till you're ready." his voice was soft and so full of love it made your heart melt. "Here, actually! I have an idea, how about a game of chicken?" he asked, pulling away from you enough to look at your face.

You couldn't help but laugh a little at the idea, but it honestly felt like the perfect idea. "Sounds perfect actually." you reply softly.

He smiled, his sparkling with a hint of pride before he spoke, "Okay it'll be simple, at the start of every new action I'll look to you. If you nod I'll continue, if you shake your head I'll stop that action, and if you say chicken we stop everything entirely. Sound good?" he asked.

You nodded while he led you to his bed and had you sit down. Softly he cupped your face, connecting your lips into a sweet kiss, waiting before moving to deepening it. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, a silent question that you immediately complied too. The kiss started slow at first, both from inexperience and hesitation before Fundy softly pushed you down to lay on the bed.

Quickly you two had to part, both breathing heavily while he moved pulling your legs up and around his hips. Both of your faces were flushed a deep red as he leaned down and connected your lips in a feverish and desperate kiss. His teeth bonking lightly on yours making you both giggle a little before continuing. While that happened he carefully brought his hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling away from you, he looked at you with lidded eyes as his cold fingers grazed the bare skin of your hips.

Suppressing a shiver you nodded and slowly he pulled your shirt off, sitting back and appreciating your body for a moment. You brought one of your arms up to your face, trying and mostly failing to hide your embarrassment. Softly he started to graze his hands over your torso, "God. Y/n you're so beautiful," he said quietly, almost to himself, "everything about you is perfect." he bent down, placing a soft kiss on your neck waiting a few seconds for your response. You nodded, you felt like you'd melt under every touch he made.

Quickly he started to place more kisses, slowly they got more aggressive. When he started to place hickeys on your neck you moved your arms to his shoulders and pushed him up. Like before he went with the push, you looked at him for a second before shaking your head. Even though they felt like heaven you did not want to have to explain hickeys to anyone.

Fundy's eyes soften as he nods, "Of course, kit." he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips before moving to your jaw. He placed several kisses, lightly nibbling at the skin even, making you gasp before moving to your neck again, this time kissing the other side from last time. Slowly he started to grind his hips on yours, sitting up for your reaction, eagerly you nodded as you motioned for him to lean back down.

Happily he complied and as he leaned down to place kisses on your chest, one hand rested on your hip while the other rested by your head, carefully supporting his body weight. You ran your hand through his hair lightly tugging on it, making his hips jerk as he let out a stifled moan. "Fu-fuck, y/n-" he grunted, focusing more on his hip movements now than kissing you, resting his face in the crook of your neck. One hand still in his hair, you took this chance to return the neck kisses. They were mostly innocent, but when you nibbled on the crook of his neck you felt his hips jerk again a gasp escaping his lips, "Y/n, bite me." he said, his voice was low and breathy as he struggled to keep his moans in.

Immediately you do so, pulling him a little closer before biting down on his neck, the moan that left his throat was like music to your ears. The hand on your hip tightened, which made a knot grow in your stomach as you softly licked the mark you just made. Feverishly he moved his hand to the hem of your pants, looking up at you with big eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes wide as the words basically jumped out of you, "Chick-Chicken! I mean- I-" you stuttered out.

Fundy sat up away from you faster than you've ever seen him move, his chest heaving heavily as he spoke, “Shit- Fuck, I-” he stopped for a few seconds, "Are you okay? I didn't do something wrong did I?" he said quickly, you could see the gears turn in head as he tried to figure out where he could have messed up.

"No! No, you didn't! I'm just-" you pulled your hands away from him, hiding your face in them, "I- I'm not ready for, for uh... You know what I'm getting at." you were sure you were going to melt now, both from the heat of Fundy's touches and your own embarrassment.

Smiling, he learned down, slow enough that if you wanted you could stop him but you didn't. He grabbed your wrists and lightly tugged your hands away from your face before softly kissing you, it was sweet and short before he pulled away "Don't worry, I get it. We can stop now if that's what you want."

You took a deep breath, hesitantly nodding, "I'm sorry, I just- I'm not. I'm so sor-" he leaned in and kissed you again, effectively silencing you.

"Babe. It's okay, I promise. My own body is my own problem, as long as you're comfortable I don't care." he insisted as he sat up from you, you gave him a confused look and he just waved a hand at you.

Sitting up you moved and flopped down on the pillows at the head of the bed. You're heart pounded in your ears as you thought about what just happened in the last... actually you're not sure how long that was but you know for sure it'll be in your dreams forever. The feeling of cloth hitting your face knocked you out of your thoughts, when you moved to look at it, you realized Fundy tossed you one of his hoodies.

He flopped into bed next to you as you put it on, his most recent blue merch hoodie, still as soft as the day it came in. "Come here, we're gonna cuddle and sleep." he lightheartedly demanded, his arms open an open invitation.

You crawled into his arms with a light yawn and snuggled into his chest. A light laugh left you when you realized you can feel his hard on, "Seems like you weren't ready to stop." you say, mostly just to tease him.

"Sh-Shut up! Like I said earlier! My body, my problem. Just, go to bed." He huffed, you could basically feel the blush on his face.

A giggle bubbled out of your chest, a smile resting on your lips as you leaned back and placed a kiss on his jawline, “Thank you, love, for everything. It really means a lot.” You said softly, “I love you so much.”

Fundy snuggled into you, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Of course, I love you too.” he said as he started to run his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp as you slowly started to drift to sleep.