#SHES THE CUTEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[p1girlfriend]

how the f1 grid reacts to a possessive reader

lando norris he lives to test your patience will laugh a little too long at a female reporter’s joke just to see your jaw clench until you tug him by the collar mid-paddock, whispering,

“you’re mine. remember that.” he’s blushing, stammering, obsessed posts a soft pic of you with a caption that just says “don’t touch. mine.”

oscar piastri you’re usually chill. so when he sees your eyes narrow at a girl touching his arm? his brain short circuits

“are you… jealous?” you: “do you want me to be?” he shakes his head instantly the next time you’re out, his hand’s on your waist the whole night never been more into you than when you mutter, “stay close. i don’t like sharing.”

charles leclerc you pull him closer at a party because someone dares to flirt with him he notices, smirks

“mon amour… is that possessiveness I feel?” he leans into it hard loves when your hand slides into his back pocket while walking kisses you stupid when you get territorial “if i’m yours, show me.”

carlos sainz when you get possessive, he melts you drape yourself over him at events, run your fingers through his hair he grins like a fool

“you don’t like the attention i get, hm?” you: “not when it’s not from me.” starts calling you “mi celosa linda” (my jealous pretty girl) and teases you just to see you get feisty

daniel ricciardo you show up to the garage with a hand on his chest, sharp smile aimed at everyone watching he is in heaven

“god, i love it when you claim me.” you growl in his ear at a party, “touch her again and I’ll make you sit on the floor.” he’s literally giggling. like an idiot. so turned on. “okay, mommy.” (insufferable, but yours)

lewis hamilton you’re quiet about it but the way you stare when someone gets too close? the tight grip on his hand, the icy smile? he notices. and he loves it leans into your space, kisses your cheek deliberately

“don’t worry. i’m not going anywhere.” but later in private? he murmurs, “i like when you’re a little greedy with me.”

max verstappen the moment your hand lands on his thigh after a girl touches his shoulder he is done his whole body goes tense he looks down at you like you’ve just ruined him (in a good way) you whisper,

“mine. not hers.” he growls back, “prove it.” and you do 😌

gabriel bortoleto you kiss him a little too hard after an interview where he called the host “charming” he’s stunned for a second then grinning like a fool

“you jealous?” “do I look like someone who shares?” he nods. worships you. never flirts with anyone again starts referring to you as “my girl” in every sentence just to make it known

franco colapinto you’re usually soft. so the first time you cut someone off mid-flirt and go,

“we were leaving.” he’s shocked. and obsessed holds your hand tighter stares at you like you hung the moon “okay. i’m yours. always was.” he even brags about it “she gets jealous. isn’t that the cutest thing ever?”

lance stroll you sit in his lap at a party and glare at a girl laughing a little too hard at his joke he goes absolutely still then leans in, kisses your jaw

“didn’t know you had that side in you.” you: “you don’t know half of it.” he’s blushing. stuttering. buying you jewelry the next day starts wearing rings just so you’ll grab his hand more

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[cute-little-fly]

Since we are still in June, I have to say this is absolutely true.

I have always felt different on that, how maybe I am demisexual because I need to feel a connection and get to know a person before I am attracted to them. I have been romantically and sexually attracted mostly to the opposite sex, but it’s hard for me to feel that towards someone.

My experience in High School was that these made a bridge for me to fit in and they found me weird. No matter that I liked boys.

I remember saying no one have caught my interest in class in a romantic or attraction way (besides we were just starting and we haven’t even met each other during a month what the hell?? I was scared and just getting used to a new place, my mind could not wander to that and also I just didn’t felt it).

My first high school friend that never ended up being truly a friend assumed that I didn’t want to tell her, when I told her the truth and I said to her: I don’t like anyone yet.

Then, I told her the boy that I found the cutest in the class (still not a crush or anything honestly, but he had a nice personality), because I didn’t want her to think I was not trusting her. But I think that she didn’t believed me, because that didn’t solved anything.

So yeah actually you need to be very vocal and obvious about it.

I think people who consider aromanticism as "basically straight" underestimate how noticeable absence can be to those around you.

Whether you're a kid in school with classmates who won't take "no one" as an answer to who you have a crush on or an adult whose coworkers have picked up on the fact that you've never mentioned a romantic partner; after enough time, a lack or insufficient amount of romantic interest will raise the antennae of friends, family, coworkers, etc... They will notice and they will speculate and they will ask.

It is impossible to meet the societal bar for straightness through inaction.

[directdogman]

We asked some of the DT cast for stories from earlier in their lives!

Gingi: "Hmmm... That's a tricky one. Well, there was... Uhhh... Okay, no. Not that. Uhhh... Pass."

Randy: "From MY life? Uhhh... Like, from when I was a kid or something? Uhhh... I, uhhh- Oh! Okay, s-so... I think I was about fourteen, right? Uhhh, my father was kinda... Y'see, he'd yell at me sometimes, like, "Randy, why aren't you GOOD at anything! I didn't raise a lazy QUITTER. You're going to find something that you're GOOD at if you're gonna continue living under this roof!" So, uhhh, I had to learn to play an i-instrument, y'know?

Uhhh, I-I think he picked the clarinet for me 'cause my brothers already played guitar and piano, y'know? Uhhh... Then I was trying to practice it at home... a LOT, and he stormed into the room, SNATCHED it from my hands and snapped it. He went off about how I couldn't do anything right, I was a failure of a son, I didn't live up... [Randy clears his throat] Heh... Anyway, I was relieved! I HATED playing that thing! I could never get my fingers in the right places fast enough, y-y'know?"

Karen: "Hmmm... I don't have many stories from when I was in school. I kinda kept to myself. I wasn't noticed a lot. I liked it better that way. But, when I was seventeen, our class was entered into a regional math competition. Basically, we had to solve equations in our spare time, and whoever got the most right answers got a prize. I did a LOT of them. Fifteen hours worth, one week. I was mostly curious to see how I'd place if I really tried for a short burst of time, see how I ranked. But, I kept going... and I ended up ranking in the top 5. Nationally. 

The organizers invited all of us to a ceremony where they handed out prizes. Our parents too. I watched other people from my class get smaller prizes one by one, for participating and when I didn't get one, I figured they'd just forgotten about me. It happens, I wasn't surprised. But, then out of nowhere, they started handing out scholarships to the top 5 entrants. I was one of the five. 

I can't tell you how it felt to be one of them, to be seen. To be recognized for giving it my all. Anyway. My parents weren't there, they arrived an hour after the whole thing ended, after everyone left. I told them about my win. My mother pointed out that the scholarship would've only covered a portion of my full tuition. I asked why they weren't there. She got angry and said I'd texted her the wrong time. I didn't. We went out for dinner after that. My sister seemed proud." 

Oliver: "Oh, man! Uhhh... Where to begin! Y'know, I was a real menace when I was in school! I wanted the world and I wanted it now! Oh! Oh! Okay, so back when I was in high school, we got all this HAM and then... Oh. Actually, y'know what, that story has a crime in it- Not, like, a BAD one, but...

Okay. Uhhh. Something, uhhh- Oh! I've got it. So, I was six years old, right? My mom came to pick me up from school that day, as per usual! The thing is, it was actually my BIRTHDAY! She didn't give me my present that morning, said she'd show me what she had for me as soon as I got home. I was stoked! I knew it had to be something REALLY gnarly or really pathetic for her NOT to want to show it to me right away and there's no way she would've short-changed me! 

So, we got home and there it was. She'd gotten me a SNAKE. I'd been reading books, talking about 'em CONSTANTLY... I didn't think she'd- Uhhh- It's not- Well, it wasn't a typical gift to give a kid like me, y'know? But, she noticed how much I loved them and wanted me to have one. 

Aw, he was the cutest little guy too! A corn snake! So, y'know, I got to hold him all the time and... Aw, I miss that little guy! I called him Mr Slithers when I first got him, but then we started calling him Schlep! Y'know, like Asclepius? The Greek God with the snakes! Aw, I miss that little guy… We didn't always have much, with my dad gone, but she always made sure I knew how much I meant to her."

Norm: "You want a story from MY life? Pardner, I've been around the world, OFF the world, in one end o' a wormhole and out th' the other SIDE. Where would I begin? Well... I worked at NASA for a spell, but I... Ah, t' hell with all that. I was with the Air Force, back in Korea. I 'member... Back when I was still a Corporal, actin'-Sergeant, th' job wasn't JUS' about shootin' down other planes. Sometimes we also handled folks who surrendered on th' ground, y'know? Admittin' POWS, which we traded back fer our own. 

Anyway, we had this one fella, Choe somethin'... You'll have t' forgive me, it's all a lil fuzzy now. He was a conscript, o' course. Jus' wanted to see th' end of the war. 'Cause o' my rank, it was my job t' oversee th' cataloguin' what he had on 'im and t' get him t' sign the completed inventory. The fella had a PPSh-41. Full drum. Doubt he'd ever even fired th' thing... It was MY firs' time holdin' one. Always wondered how they handled. 

I looked at Choe, I looked at my buddy Reggie... Oh. I knew Reggie from all th' way back in Phoenix... He picked up the language better than me... Y'know, they used t' give us candy in our rations. Hershey's Tropical. Haven't seen any on the shelves since the warp, but… Eh. A half-decent candy bar's pretty fillin', good source o' calories, stops yer men from losin' their goddamned minds. Even perfected the recipe fer the climate. Didn't melt like the bars here. Sorry, I'm ramblin' again. 

So, I made Choe an offer, with Reggie's help. We leave the gun offa the form, he gets the candy bar. The, uhhh, gist of what he said t' Reggie was that the gun was o' no use to him now that he'd been captured, but he'd very much like the candy bar. So, we left it off the form and o' course, he signed it. That night, me and Reggie went out, drank a whole bunch o' somaek and fired that thing off 'til we didn't have a single bullet left fer that drum. That night was really somethin'."

God: "Oh, man, have I seen some shit... I mean, hell, I've lived a lot of lives… I know I mightn't look it now, but hey, I had my fair share of jobs, little things for myself to do, friends... But, not anymore. Y'see... Ah. I just had this feelin' set in over time. A realization, I guess you could call it. There was this rot inside me. Every go around, there were these similarities. I'd notice more of 'em each time. I'd know stuff before it happened. I'd know people's thoughts before they'd think 'em... and. It was revolting, what I was doing. Keeping people around me that I knew would outlive me, taking up valuable time, making their lives worse for… Ah, you wouldn't get it.

Anyway, I tried to shove the feelings down for a long time, but sooner or later, I couldn't sleep at night, ignoring what I knew. I was a piece of filth, plain and simple. I made the world worse for being in it, and I couldn't make up for all that time, bein' around people for so long. The only thing I could do to make it up to everyone was to disappear. But, if I just went, people would've missed me. That wasn't right either. They had to know why. So, I went to everyone I knew. Well, anyone who'd care if I left. And I told 'em everything about me. Every bad thing I'd said, done, the things I should've done... What I was, deep down. If I thought of anything I didn't want to say, I said it. With as much detail as I could think up. 

Then, I started walking. I doubt anyone came to look for me. Doesn't really matter now, does it? Heh. I've been wanderin' ever since. You gotta keep your distance from people, y'know? A quick bite and a how-do-ya-do's dandy and all, but any more than that, and you risk getting attached. Or havin' other people get attached to you. Nothin' lasts forever."

Bigfoot: [wistful ape noises]

(It was dark at the foot of the Appalachian mountains. Far above the tapestry of leaves and pine needles, the sky was alight with stars. Distant, yet the dim specks staining the dark expanse above the trees were the only light reaching this place now. A shaggy behemoth sprinted through the foliage at a breakneck pace, knocking any tree unlucky enough to be in its path back with its hefty arms. Never slowing down, never stopping.

Suddenly, a powerful beam shone down from above. Brighter than the moon, glaring like the sun. The giant halted suddenly, locking up as the light hit its lens. It looked up slowly, his gaze trying to meet the light. Barely perceptible amidst the haze, a figure loomed on a branch, its silhouette visible against the sky as the absence of starlight. Its spotlight head flickered as if it was scanning, now the brightest thing against the sky. After a pause, the figure unfurled its wings and gracefully glided to the ground, where it landed. Even against the windless tranquility of the woods, its landing made little sound. The hulking beast didn't stir. He had seen this figure before, always at a distance. Closer each time. Mistakable for the moon against the night sky.

The furred brute thought to flee, but it had seen this figure in flight. He was swift, but it was much swifter. The figure inched gradually closer, its steps slow, deliberate and silent. Slower than it'd had ever moved before. As it stopped right in front of him, its head dimmed, allowing him to see it better. As he studied its slender figure, its head cocked in place, as if scanning him. A dim whir now audible from the bulb. At that moment, the monster felt as if the being was looking into his soul. Its movements were sorrowful and graceful, each movement angled like a bow. It could truly see him.

Slowly, a feathered wing extended towards him, gracefully connecting with the side of his head. The first time he'd felt the contact of another in a quarter of a century. The monster barely shirked, causing her to retract her wing momentarily. As he gazed back towards her, his lens now locked onto the bulb sitting atop the slender body before him, the figure's wing slowly caressed his face. No noises were exchanged, but the beast knew what this touch meant. "You could be happy."

Momentarily remembering who he was, the behemoth retracted. He sighed, his gaze now meeting only the dimly lit leaves at their feet. She too knew what this meant. "There is another." The figure looked down as well, visibly dejected. Not at his rejection, but for fate's cruel acumen. After a silent moment, its wings unfurled and it took flight, disappearing into the branches above them. Unsure of itself, the monster stepped forward, the moon's light glinting between the branches. Regaining its composure, the titan began its sprint again. Never ceasing, never yielding. It would find its family. Even if it had to search every inch of this land.)

Little Billy: "get fucked, narc."

Stabby and Shooty: "Oh, man! Have WE got some stories!" "Lotsa stories! Heh heh heh!" "Y'know, we're kinda bad boys… Hard eggs!" "The hardest! HEH HEH HEH!" "Y'know, we-" "Oh! Oh! Slick! Tell 'em about the time you i-" "…No. Not that one, bro." "What?! It's the most GANGSTER shit either of us h-" "I said DROP IT! OKAY?!" "…" "…" "…" "…" "Sorry, bro…"

Mayor Mingus: "What is this, for a MAGAZINE?! I don't have time for any of this. In case you haven't noticed, I have a CITY to run, and anything I don't do myself WON'T be done correctly. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

("When I was a kid, I used to bring Maw Maw to church. Someone had to. When she got older, she lost much of her sight. Her optical sensors deteriorated and she wouldn't let anyone open up her head to replace them. She never explained why. I was happy to spend time with her, though. Especially since my father never joined us. Like HE'D ever step foot in a church. 

I never believed in any of that malarkey either, to be clear. I don't even think she did, until her later years. Perhaps it comforted her? I guess that's beside the point. After every sermon, we'd go out and get a burger at the Burger Hovel in the mall across the street. Then, we'd go upstairs and she'd try on clothes at the department store. Because of her sight, she couldn't read the tags on her own. She needed me there for that, to know if something would fit. She rarely bought anything. I think she just liked trying them on, being someone else for a little while... It was nice, though. Being useful, helping her do something she couldn't do on her own.")

[piastrisun]

back on track.

─────⠀ opposite: part two.

pairings: max verstappen + female reader, charles leclerc + ex female reader.

summary: even with a broken heart, love might found you in the must unexpected places, the paddock.

faceclaim: jessica alexander.⠀warning: none.⠀

notes: part two of opposite!!! this been sitting in my drafts for a couple of days now. hope you love it as much as i do, i fell in love with them tbh.

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[oldermenfucker]

What if Robby takes his girls for a beach date for the first time:((( and her daughter isn’t even one year old but she’s learned to sit so except for Robby swimming he’s lying next to her playing with sand with the cutest hat on her head:((((((

[collegeshoto]

the way i know she would be called "the scary member" but her fans would make the softest edits of her all the time.

"she's so mean and scary." with her promotion photos for comebacks or professional photoshoots for when she's modeling, followed by "mean and scary?" with soft music and the pictures huntrix shares of her and her own cute selcas and photos from fancafes of how she looks at fans during fansigns.

she's so soft for fans and everyone would think it's the cutest thinggg 😭😭 i bet her representative animal would be a doberman because they have a scary image but they're actually SOOO cute !

mira: but also mira:

[jarlskona-evilyoyo]

List of things that might be fun to explore in KPDH fics;

Rumi’s patterns do in fact change with her emotions. She tries to hide it but fans just think she paints over them sometimes for shows and stuff so she eventually stops

She loses the demon eye color but it comes back when she’s really angry and when she’s in the dark. Accidentally scared the shit out of the girls because Rumi went to the kitchen while half asleep and she had glowing amber eyes. It’s sometimes convenient to have night vision but it does make her sensitive to quick lighting changes

Sometimes has fangs? She can’t seem to control that very much, sometimes it happens when she’s angry or annoyed, also when she’s hungry but not all the time? Finally Rumi figures out that they appear when she’s really hangry.

Absolutely purrs. I don’t care that it doesn’t make a lot of sense but she PURRS. Maybe it’s more of a rumble than a purr but still. Absolutely adorable and she’s embarrassed about it for the longest but Zoey thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world and Mira goes out of her way to scratch Rumi’s head exactly the way that makes her melt so she gets over it.



[hauntedvxper]

paige still blushing talking about azzi is genuinely the cutest thing ever. she’s loves her down!!!

[savagebite]

Stalker! COD men x afab!reader

Tw:Honestly everything. So much I can’t list it all. Gn! Reader

Gaz:

-Somehow always running into each other, but he plays it off so well. You’re taking the bus to the same restaurant? We should eat together! And he’ll say it with the cutest smile ever. You’re taking a walk? Well so is he! Let’s walk together!

-He’s really nice. Like…overly nice. He’ll compliment on how your shirt looks nice on you. How you smell nice as he walks just a bit to close to you. Your skin looks so soft to…

-Breaks in your house to find out all of your passwords for everything. Not to scam you or anything bad, he just wants to make sure you’re being responsible! And he needs to know how much you’re getting paid to see if you’re doing well.

-Makes a copy of your key to go in and out of your house so he can bask in your environment. You’ll notice underwear missing and turning up in places you swore you checked. Windows are opened when you swore you closed them, sometimes the doors are unlocked to. Maybe you need to install cameras.

-stalker! Gaz is a big fat perv. While I believe him to be the nicest and the least likely to hurt you, he will steal your underwear to jack off into. He also would cum on your plates youve eaten off, cums on your pillow, cums on your clean laundry, he cums everywhere honestly.

-Is super careful not to get caught! at first. He slowly messes up over time. You catch him leaving your apartment one night and next thing you know hes choking you while gently telling you how sorry he is. Carrying you oh so lovingly to his car

John price

-The more scarier out of the bunch

-Follows you but doesn’t care if you realize. You go to the grocery store? He’s there. You go to a theater show? He’s sitting right behind you. You go on a date? A week later he’s found dead in a dumpster.

-As soon as he sees you he knows he’s your husbad. He just has to prove it first, and he doesn’t care how long it takes. He’ll do anything he can.

-Not as much as a pervert since he believes the best sex you’ll ever have is when you realize you’re for him so he’s waiting until then. But he does jack off to those cute shorts you were wearing.

-Sends you really really concerning letters to scare you. And it works! You go to his apartment all sad, tears welling as you tell him you don’t know what to do and you’re so scared. He’ll take you in his arms as he gently rubs your back comforting you

Makarov

-He gets what he wants no matter what. And if he wants you he gets you.

-He dropped a grocery bag while on the phone and was suprised a little thing like you immediately came to help him. How your cold fingers gently touched his to hand him back the bag.

-He knew you’d be an amazing pet for him to bring along those lonely missions that go on forever. He can’t keep around the things he enjoys since he’s constantly on the run…but he can keep you.

-Sends his men after you. They break down your door and throw you in the van. Next thing you know you’re constantly sitting/standing by Makarov during meetings.

-Just calls you pet, only calling you by your real name when he’s angry. His temper is extremely short so it’s best to just do anything and everything he asks of you.

-gets a tracking device put in the back of your head. So good luck escaping.

Valeria

-You don’t even know she stalks you. You think it’s so nice that this hot woman is helping you out carrying some boxes into your new home. Her strong arms glistening in the heat as she continues.

However you don’t realize her taking your underwear and stuffing it in her pocket. Or looking at your work schedule on the fridge a little to long. Her hands picking up a picture of you at the beach and biting her lip…

She’s so nice, offering to walk you around your new neighborhood. Her voice so gentle as she explains where the best restaurants are around here and how you should go together one day.

However, you start to feel paranoid as the days go on. Like someone is watching. You close your blinds but you still can’t shake the feeling. To your dissmay, you are being watched. Cameras are hidden in that cute bear Val had given you. Hugging it so close to your chest, a perfect view of your braless chest.

You finally come to her house, so upset and paranoid. She lets you stay at her house for a as long as you want. Until you start to relay on her. Just how she wants.

[flannelandfrenchtips]

She says the cutest things

Slowly gently jerking you off as I sit on your lap, your hands roaming my body as I whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Doesn’t that feel good baby?

[sweetteaandpie]

Mrs. Audrey Hall being adorable.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

I'm still on vacation and won't be posting again till Tuesday at the earliest but!

I need you all to see the vision.

Kyle "Pretty Boy" Garrick and his hot older girlfriend. And she's a milf, cutest little set of twin boys and she's been divorced for 2 years.

He actually meets you by chance because your two boys (age 6) happened to see him coming home and he was still dressed in his fatigues. The two had been in the front yard of the row homes playing army, toy guns fashioned from sticks and grenades from pinecones when they saw him.

"Mom! Look a real life army man!" One of the boys cheered.

It had taken Kyle of guard because he had been deployed for 3 months and when he left the row home next to him was still up to be rented. One of the boys had sprinted across the lawn, ignoring your calls for him to come back and the thin threats of going back in.

"Are you a real army man? Like for realsy?" He like most small children didn't care for personal space and clung to his hands and side.

"Munchkin you can't just run off like that!" You scold him and snatch him right on up and hug him close. His brother clings to your leg and peeps around you.

Kyle takes note that you don't use your kid's name, just a nickname and he thinks you're smart for that. "Nah, he's fine." The first thing he notices is how pretty your eyes are and how they are framed by pretty thick lashes. His eyes trail down and he's hot in the face from the way your Ivy Park set hugs every inch of your body. He feels like a pervert for staring but seeing as how you have two kids, he knows that your thickness is very much natural. He clears his throat, eyes jumping back towards your face, "adorable kids, names Kyle, I live right here." He points to his house.

"Mommy said to aunty that we live here because Daddy doesn't know how a fucking court order works!" Munchkin shouts at the top of his lungs. He's clapping his hands excitedly as if he didn't tell all of his mom's business to a stranger.

You look mortified and you scold him again. Kyle takes the time to look down at the other little boy holding onto your leg and he looks ready to cry. "Please ignore my little Munchkin. It's nice to meet you Kyle, I'll try to keep the boys off your side of the lawn." The smile you give him is sweet, and it makes his stomach flip. Munchkin says bye as you walk back to your side, your other son following after asking if they could have juice.

Kyle can't help but stare at your ass and he's racking his brain on how he can insert himself into your life and get between your legs. The little outbursts him know that a man isn't in the picture (by court order no less) and the kids were entranced by his army uniform.

The twist and sway of your hips call to him. The only issue is the kids. Well they aren't an issue, but he knows if he wants even a chance of getting you he is gonna have to prove that he's good with kids and that he's worth keeping around.

Fuck would this count as a mommy fetish? He hopes not.

Idk what else to write or add. But I need you all to see the vision!

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

You stared blankly at the spreadsheet open on your laptop screen, wondering how you’d gone from “just us, barefoot on a beach” to twelve-person string ensemble and a four-tier cake. You didn’t even remember how it happened. Just that it was spiraling now. Too fast and too big.

Well that spiraled quickly

“Shhh,” he murmured. “Come here.” He pulled you into his lap, your legs draped over his thighs as he settled back into the couch. His hand slid under the shirt you were wearing, his shirt resting warm and steady over the gentle swell of your belly. “First of all,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple, “you already gave me perfect the day you said yes.”

He is the cutest 🥹

“We can call off the whole thing right now and go to city hall in whatever we’re wearing,” he whispered, “and it’ll still be the best day of my life. I swear to God.” “You’d marry me in sweatpants?” “In a heartbeat. With mustard on my shirt and the courthouse AC broken. Don’t care.”

Oh he so means it, she has to say the word and they are on their way to city hall

 “You’re not doing this alone. I’m here, Baby. For all of it.” You nodded slowly, sniffling into his neck.He pulled back just enough to look at you. “Now, what do you need? A nap? A foot rub? For me to throw this whole planner into the ocean?” “Honestly? All three.” “Done.”

He truly knows what the right answers are

Not because the stress was gone, but because Bucky Barnes knew how to hold you steady when it hit.

This is so accurate and important!

“You’re glowing, by the way,” she said, settling on the couch beside you.  “Even if you’re panicking. Still glowing. Like, annoying-level glowing.” “I don’t feel glowing. I feel deranged. I cried over a centerpiece. A fucking centerpiece, Peach. Bucky had to talk me down like he was disarming a nuke.” Peach laughed, flopping over until her cheek was resting on your shoulder. “Sounds like he passed the test.”

Leave it to Peach to bring some positive vibes and laughter!

“The one that actually matters. You already knew the sex was good. You already had the chemistry, the intellectualism, the obsession. But the way he holds you through this? The hormones, the wedding spreadsheet meltdowns?” She grinned. “That’s the forever part.”

So true!

“I knew the second I saw him in Hilton Head. I wanted to strangle him. And kiss him. And break every plate in the house.” You smiled. “Sounds romantic.”

Romantic in their own crazy way 🤭

“If you still want simple, you can have it. But don’t hide from what you want because it scares you. If it’s fireworks and a string quartet on an island with your belly full of baby Barnes? Then bitch, do it.”

Yes!

“Now. Are we crying into this gelato like the emotionally unstable icons we are?” You grabbed two spoons. “Of course.”

Obviously 😌

Your mom finally stood and crossed the room to cup your face like she had when you were small. “He’s going to lose his mind,” she murmured. “Not that he isn’t already crazy about you.”

She's not wrong 🤷🏻‍♀️

Bucky: I’ll bring dumplings. One glimpse for every sauce container.

“We’ll practice,” Peach grinned. “We’ll make a TikTok. Bucky’ll cry watching that.”

She's so funny 😅

You: Stop trying to bribe my honor.

She so much better than me! I would have folded with that offer hahah

“You know he’s parked outside, right?” You turned toward the window and there he was, in his sportscar, sunglasses on, and pretending to be normal. He was parked illegally and completely unrepentant. “Already in full simp-mode.”

Truly! And he wouldn't want it any other way

You’d spent the afternoon at your final fitting with your mom and Peach. He’d tried to bribe someone, anyone, to get a peek. The designer, the assistant, the poor delivery driver who’d dropped off the steaming food Peach ordered from a fancy Thai place. But no one cracked.

Wow my respect to all those people 🫡 I know Bucky would have paid a lot

“You’re quiet,” you called, not looking up. “That’s dangerous.”

That's always suspicious haha

“No panties next week.” You laughed. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, one hand gliding down to cup between your thighs. “None. I want to be thinking about this sweet little pussy while you walk down the aisle. About how soaked you’ll be by the time I say I do.” “Just picture it, baby. You walk down that aisle, glowing, mine in every way. Everyone watching you. No one knowing you’re bare under there except me.”

I mean 👀

“You think you’re glowing now? Wait until you’re wearing my name, my ring, carrying my baby, and soaked for me on our wedding night.”

If she wasn't already pregnant, she definitely would be after the wedding night 🤭

“We’re getting married in front of my entire family.” “I’m your family and I’m gonna fuck you now,” he said simply as he rose.

🤭🤭🤭

“You’re gonna walk down that aisle,” he whispered, “and I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.” You kissed his jaw. “You better.”

I'm sure Peach would drag him there if he wouldn't 😅🤭

“You know what’ll help?” You sighed happily. “What?” “No panties.” “We’ll see.” He grinned against your temple. “No. We won’t. That’s the whole point.”

Ahahah he really wants this😂

🥹🥰🥹🥰

“He’s not exactly a prince.” “No,” she said softly, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “He’s better. He’s yours.” “You’ve always been sunlight, but with him? You shine. And that baby already knows how lucky they are.”

“You gonna cry?” you asked without turning around. “No,” Peach sniffled. “You’re gonna cry. And ruin your lashes. So don’t.”

Fair point

Your body was already beginning to shift, soft in places it hadn’t been months ago, glowing with the quiet strength of what you carried. And the dress wasn’t there to hide it. It was designed to honor it.

That's such a beautiful description!

Peach held up a tissue like a threat.

Only Peach can hold a tissue like a threat 😅

 “Don’t you dare. We’ve got twenty minutes. You cry now, and the stylist will have to reapply your entire face. And Steve’s already crying and pretending he’s not, so that’s my job for later.” You smiled. “He is?” “Oh, he’s wrecked. I caught him sneaking a look at Bucky, who’s pacing the beach like a caged panther. He’s muttering to himself and holding the rings like they’re gonna disappear.”

Aw that's so cute 🥹

Then you whispered to your reflection, “Let’s go get married.”

I love when people say this like a motivational mantra 🤗

Today, his hands were waiting to touch you, his future wife. And for the first time in years, he was nervous in a way that had nothing to do with power, and everything to do with love.

He is a true romantic

Fair

You had insisted on a first look. Said he couldn’t badger his way into seeing the dress ahead of time, but you’d give him this moment before the wedding.  Something private. Just for you two. And thank God for that, because Bucky already felt like he was going to drop to his knees.

“If you pass out, I’m not carrying you.”

Haha Steve 😅 and we all know he would carry Bucky

He shut his eyes for a second. Took a breath like it was his first in years. Then he turned. And the world fucking stopped. His voice cracked as he said your name. You stepped forward, nervous for only a second until you saw the look in his eyes. “Arăți ca pentru totdeauna. You look like forever,” he said hoarsely. He reached out, fingers brushing your waist like you were made of spun sugar, like you’d disappear if he held on too tightly. But you didn’t disappear.

So cute 🥰

“She’s coming,” Steve said under his breath as Peach walked toward him. “Try to stay upright..”

He really doesn't want to carry him 😅

Bucky swore the sun dimmed itself just to let you shine. He’d seen you earlier, kissed you, held you, but this was different. This was sacred.

🥹🥹🥹

Reaching the altar, Peach dabbed her eyes discreetly, and tucked in beside Steve. He reached for her hand. His grip trembled and he leaned close and whispered something only she could hear. She nodded, then pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

They are so cute and probably ecstatic for these two important people in their life 🥰

But Bucky couldn’t see them anymore. He saw only you. And you were looking right at him. Like there was no one else. No crowd. No ceremony. Just him.

That's how it should be 🥰

“Okay?” he mouthed. You nodded, eyes shining. “You?” His laugh was pure joy. “Not even a little.”

That's just so sweet 🥹

Too late. You were already reaching for him, grabbing his lapels and pulling him in like you couldn’t wait another second. The kiss was deep, sweet and improper. The crowd gasped. Peach hooted. Steve muttered “Jesus, you two,” and shook his head, but there was a grin on his face big enough to rival the ocean.

Haha of course Peach hooted 😂 and Steve is the one talking as if he and Peach are any better lol

“No panties. Just like you said. And shaved bare, too.” Bucky didn’t stumble, but he damn near did.

That's the moment he actually need Steve to catch him from hitting the floor 🤭

He’d kept himself in check all day. Ceremony, photos, dinner, the toast that Peach gave that wrecked you both, he’d kept it buttoned up. But now he was unhinged. It shocked him how much he wanted you.

Is he really shocked tho?

“You’ve been teasing me for days,” he said, breath hot against your neck. “All that talk about the dress. And what you’d wear underneath.” “You like?” you asked, breathless. Bucky smirked. “I love you bare. Shaved. Soaked for me. So gorgeous.” 

His favorite wedding present 🤭

“It’s not just how perfect you look. It’s everything. Your laugh. Your voice. The way you make me feel. The way you look at me.” “It gets me hard, Frumoasă. Really fucking hard. But that’s not why I love you. You’re kind. You’re sassy. You’re good. And you’re real.”

This is wholesome and horny at the same time

“Still with me, Mrs. Barnes?” “Always,” you whispered.

🥰🥰🥰

Later, he carried you to the bath, washing you gently, like something priceless. You curled between his thighs as warm water lapped at your skin, the scent of gardenia rising with the steam.

Because she truly is priceless to him 🥰

“You’re everything,” he whispered. “My love. My future. My family.” You turned in his arms, pressing your lips to his. “And you’re mine.”

🥰🥹🥰🥹

At Last

Make it So | Knock You Down Masterlist

Summary: Bucky makes you his wife. And you let him.

Word count: 4.8 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader; Steve Rogers x Peach

A/N: This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and the wedding is finally here. It comes after the events of Make it So. This universe obviously intersects with the Peach verse, and would come after Show Off. It also will intersect with the Muse AU in the future of this story. Being on the couch for the past week is coming in clutch to catch Bucky and Steve up to Ari. I'm nervous because I haven't written for these two in a while and wanted to get the wedding just right. Please let me know how you feel by commenting, reblogging, and interacting. 😉

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Reader is 3 months pregnant. Anxiety attack, wedding stress, destination wedding, wedding dress shopping, sex in an established relationship, pregnant reader, Bucky is a simp and feral for Furmoaså, flirting, teasing, Bucky speaking google Romanian, praise so much praise, oral, (f receiving) more bathroom sex, bump worship, raw p-in-v, after care.

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The coffee table was buried in color swatches, RSVP mockups, half-emptied takeout containers, and a half-full glass of ginger ale you’d been too nauseous to finish.

You sat cross-legged on the floor in one of Bucky’s dress shirts, hair up in a messy bun, your phone in one hand and your planner in the other. 

You stared blankly at the spreadsheet open on your laptop screen, wondering how you’d gone from “just us, barefoot on a beach” to twelve-person string ensemble and a four-tier cake.

You didn’t even remember how it happened. Just that it was spiraling now. Too fast and too big.

The tightness in your chest was creeping up your throat. That shallow, dizzy feeling again, not hunger, not nausea. Just too much. Your vision blurred and your hands trembled as you shut the laptop.

And that’s how Bucky found you.

“Hey. What’s going on, Frumoasă?”

He was fresh out of the shower, his hair damp and curling. His chest was bare, sweatpants riding low on his hips. He was drying his hair as he stepped into the room, but when he saw your face he dropped the towel.

In two strides he was in front of you, crouched between your knees, warm hands cupping your cheeks.

“Baby,” he said softly, thumbs brushing away tears you hadn’t even noticed. 

“Breathe with me, okay? In…”

You inhaled shakily, eyes locked on his.

“Good girl. Now out…”

Your exhale caught, but you pushed through it.

“There you go,” he murmured, forehead pressed to yours. “Again.”

You followed his rhythm until the wave of panic ebbed, just enough to let your lungs expand again. You felt yourself calm just a little.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I’m trying to do everything right. I want it to be perfect. I want you to be proud. I want the baby to be okay, and I just…”

“Shhh,” he murmured. “Come here.”

He pulled you into his lap, your legs draped over his thighs as he settled back into the couch. His hand slid under the shirt you were wearing, his shirt resting warm and steady over the gentle swell of your belly.

“First of all,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple, “you already gave me perfect the day you said yes.”

“And second… proud doesn’t even begin to cover it. I look at you every day and think, how the fuck did I get this lucky?”

You closed your eyes and let yourself sink into him, your forehead against his neck, your body melting against his chest. His other hand moved to your hair, fingers cording through the thickness gently.

“We can call off the whole thing right now and go to city hall in whatever we’re wearing,” he whispered, “and it’ll still be the best day of my life. I swear to God.”

You let out a broken laugh. 

“You’d marry me in sweatpants?”

“In a heartbeat. With mustard on my shirt and the courthouse AC broken. Don’t care.” 

His lips grazing yours.

“You’re not doing this alone. I’m here, Baby. For all of it.”

You nodded slowly, sniffling into his neck.

He pulled back just enough to look at you.

“Now, what do you need? A nap? A foot rub? For me to throw this whole planner into the ocean?”

You laughed again, watery and real. 

“Honestly? All three.”

“Done.”

And just like that, the storm passed.

Not because the stress was gone, but because Bucky Barnes knew how to hold you steady when it hit.

—---

It was past eleven the next day when Peach arrived, holding a pint of salted caramel gelato.

“Tell me you’re not still doom-scrolling BridalTok.”

You didn’t answer. The open Pinterest tabs on your laptop, the silk robe you hadn’t changed out of since breakfast, and the vanilla candle you’d lit twice today were damning enough.

Peach kicked off her sandals and padded inside.

“You’re glowing, by the way,” she said, settling on the couch beside you. 

“Even if you’re panicking. Still glowing. Like, annoying-level glowing.”

You groaned and pulled the throw blanket over your face. 

“I don’t feel glowing. I feel deranged. I cried over a centerpiece. A fucking centerpiece, Peach. Bucky had to talk me down like he was disarming a nuke.”

Peach laughed, flopping over until her cheek was resting on your shoulder. 

“Sounds like he passed the test.”

You peeked at her from under the blanket.

“What test?”

“The one that actually matters. You already knew the sex was good. You already had the chemistry, the intellectualism, the obsession. But the way he holds you through this? The hormones, the wedding spreadsheet meltdowns?”

She grinned.

“That’s the forever part.”

Your throat tightened a little.

You sat up slowly, tugging your knees to your chest. 

“Was it like that for you and Steve? When you knew?”

Peach went quiet, her teasing softened by memory.

“I knew the second I saw him in Hilton Head. I wanted to strangle him. And kiss him. And break every plate in the house.”

You smiled. “Sounds romantic.”

“It wasn’t. Not then. But when I saw him again in Brooklyn, and I wasn’t mad anymore. Just wrecked and happy to see him? That’s when I knew.”

She turned to you, all mischief gone.

“But this wedding? This is you. Big, golden, joyful you. And Bucky sees it. He wants it. Not because it’s shiny, but because it’s yours.”

You blinked hard, breathing shallow now for entirely different reasons. Peach nudged you with her foot. 

“If you still want simple, you can have it. But don’t hide from what you want because it scares you. If it’s fireworks and a string quartet on an island with your belly full of baby Barnes? Then bitch, do it.”

You wiped your eyes. “I love you.”

She grinned. “Obviously.”

She stood and stretched dramatically. 

“Now. Are we crying into this gelato like the emotionally unstable icons we are?”

You grabbed two spoons.

“Of course.”

—

The boutique was a quiet sanctuary tucked between two noisy cafes in SoHo, and for a few hours, it belonged to just the three of you. 

A sign in the window read Private Appointment – Bride Inside, scrawled in looping script, and Peach had immediately posed in front of it for a photo.

Inside, soft jazz filtered through the air as you stood on the pedestal, hem floating just above your bare feet, silk and tulle whispering around your thighs.

You tried not to cry.

Your mom sat on the velvet settee, hand pressed to her lips. Peach held the other, and even she was misty-eyed, despite teasing you the whole drive over about being “the chill bride, remember?”

“You look like a goddess,” she whispered. “A divine entity. They should retire white after this.”

The gown had been a long shot,  a last-minute sample pulled out of storage by a determined assistant who said, “I just have a feeling.” 

And somehow, it was everything.

Soft and stunning, romantic without being fussy. Ivory silk with a gentle shimmer, delicate cap sleeves that slipped off your shoulders just enough, and a deep V-back that draped like liquid. The front skimmed over your three-month bump, subtle enough to feel like a secret only Bucky would notice up close.

The veil was still in its packaging. You hadn’t decided on it yet. But when the assistant gently pinned a cluster of pale blossoms behind your ear, you suddenly saw the whole picture.

A villa. The sea. Golden hour.

And Bucky.

Your mom finally stood and crossed the room to cup your face like she had when you were small.

“He’s going to lose his mind,” she murmured. “Not that he isn’t already crazy about you.”

You laughed, thick with emotion.

“I don’t even know how to walk in this.”

“We’ll practice,” Peach grinned. “We’ll make a TikTok. Bucky’ll cry watching that.”

The fitting ended with a rush of photos, none of which you sent to Bucky. You’d barely stepped out of the dress when your phone buzzed.

Bucky: How’s it going? Are you still in the dress? What if I promised not to blink. Just a peek.

You: Absolutely not.

Bucky: I’ll bring dumplings. One glimpse for every sauce container.

You: Stop trying to bribe my honor.

Bucky: Your honor already said yes to marrying me. Let me worship you. …I’ll throw in a foot rub.

Peach leaned over your shoulder and read the thread, grinning.

“You know he’s parked outside, right?”

You turned toward the window and there he was, in his sportscar, sunglasses on, and pretending to be normal. He was parked illegally and completely unrepentant.

Your cheeks flushed.

“Oh my God.”

Peach cackled.

“Already in full simp-mode.”

—---

Bucky couldn’t stop imagining you in that dress.

He hadn’t even seen it, just chased the outline in his head, by the way your voice caught when you described how it shimmered, and by the way your hands had brushed your own hips when you whispered, “It just floats, Bucky. Like a dream.”

Well, now he was the one dreaming. Hard.

You’d spent the afternoon at your final fitting with your mom and Peach. He’d tried to bribe someone, anyone, to get a peek.

The designer, the assistant, the poor delivery driver who’d dropped off the steaming food Peach ordered from a fancy Thai place. But no one cracked.

So now he was pacing the penthouse while you did your hair in the ensuite, wearing one of his old tees and nothing else. The same legs that would walk toward him in that dress next week were currently propped up on the vanity, lotion glinting on your thighs like an oasis illusion.

He was losing it.

“You’re quiet,” you called, not looking up. “That’s dangerous.”

“I’m picturing you in white,” Bucky said, appearing in the doorway.

His eyes were starving.

You smirked at him in the mirror.

“That bad?”

“No,” he said, stepping closer.

“That good. Too good.”

He leaned down, mouth brushing your neck, hands sliding up the backs of your thighs. 

“I can’t stop thinking about how you’ll look. But even more? About what’ll be underneath.”

You raised a brow.

“You won’t be seeing that during the ceremony.”

Bucky raised himself to full height.

“No panties next week.”

You laughed. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, one hand gliding down to cup between your thighs. 

“None. I want to be thinking about this sweet little pussy while you walk down the aisle. About how soaked you’ll be by the time I say I do.”

You gasped as he dragged his nose along your neck.

"Vei fi atât de frumoasă..."

“I thought you said you didn’t want to jinx anything,” you whispered, teasing. 

“I don’t,” he murmured, lifting you up onto the counter with ease. “I just want what’s under the dress.”

His hands were hot on your thighs, spreading them open as his mouth found your neck, his voice wrecked with want.

“Just picture it, baby. You walk down that aisle, glowing, mine in every way. Everyone watching you. No one knowing you’re bare under there except me.”

You moaned softly, head tipping back as he kissed just beneath your jaw.

“You’ll say your vows, let me put that ring on your finger, and I’ll be standing there thinking about how my cum’s gonna leaking out of you that night.”

“James…”

“That’s right, mama,” he smiled into your neck, while slipping two fingers under your shirt to roll your nipple between his fingers.

His other hand was between your legs, thumb dragging a slow, teasing circle.

“You’re soaked,” he growled, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“This all for me, Baby?”

You nodded, dizzy.

“Been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” His fingers dipped lower, spreading slick heat. “You ache, sweetheart? Want me to fix it?”

Your hips rocked into his palm, desperate and needy.

He chuckled.

“I’ll take care of it.”

Bucky sank to his knees.

He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, his hands gripping your hips, spreading you open with no shame. His mouth hovered over you, hot breath ghosting across sensitive skin.

And then he devoured you, his tongue firm and greedy, lips wrapping around your clit and his groan vibrating straight into your core. You cried out, fingers clutching the edge of the counter, spine arching as you came, so sensitive with pregnancy.

“You think you’re glowing now? Wait until you’re wearing my name, my ring, carrying my baby, and soaked for me on our wedding night.”

You whimpered, thighs rubbing together for friction. Bucky smirked, cock hard against your back, his lips brushing your ear.

“No panties,” he repeated, voice wrecked. “That’s final.”

As if he wouldn’t let you do anything and everything you wanted. He was grasping at straws, desperate.

You shivered.

“We’re getting married in front of my entire family.”

“I’m your family and I’m gonna fuck you now,” he said simply as he rose.

“Right here.”

You were already nodding when he turned you around and bent you over the counter, dragging your panties down and pushing your thighs apart. He didn’t bother teasing this time, just slid in deep and slow, your walls fluttering around him as he groaned your name like a prayer.

“God, you feel like heaven.”

One arm locked around your waist, hand splayed over your belly. The other cupped your breast through the shirt, thumb brushing your nipple. His thrusts were rougher now, driven by something raw.

“You gonna come again for me?” he growled into your neck.

“Come on, sweetheart. Give it to me.”

You shattered with his name on your lips.

And he followed with a broken moan, spilling inside you with a possessive groan, his body curling protectively over yours as he kissed the sweat-slicked skin at the back of your neck.

“You’re gonna walk down that aisle,” he whispered, “and I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

You kissed his jaw. “You better.”

“You know what’ll help?”

You sighed happily. “What?”

“No panties.”

You laughed and buried your face in his chest.

“We’ll see.”

He grinned against your temple.

“No. We won’t. That’s the whole point.”

—---

The bridal suite smelled like pressed linen, sea air, and gardenia. You’d dreamt about this as a child.

But nothing about this was childish.

The silk under your fingers was real. The gold initials stitched in your train were real. The diamond on your hand caught every beam of sunlight through the balcony doors.

And Bucky Barnes was real.

You stood barefoot before the full-length mirror, the final zip of your gown still undone, your hair swept up in curls, a halo of pins and fresh petals glinting beneath your veil.

Peach was in the hallway chasing down earrings. The stylist was packing up brushes. And your mom stood behind you, hands gentle on your shoulders, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

“My beautiful girl,” she whispered.

You turned to look at her.

There were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling.

“You used to twirl around the living room with a pillowcase on your head and say, Mama, one day I’m gonna marry a prince.”

You laughed, already crying.

“He’s not exactly a prince.”

“No,” she said softly, brushing a lock of hair from your face.

“He’s better. He’s yours.”

That hit deeper than expected.

“You’re brave, you know,” she added.

“Not just because you’re marrying him. But because you’re letting yourself have this. Love, joy, your dream. You’re not shrinking for anyone.”

You swallowed hard.

“He loves you so much,” she continued.

“You’ve always been sunlight, but with him? You shine. And that baby already knows how lucky they are.”

You rested your hands over the small swell of your belly, blinking fast.

She stepped closer, adjusted a strand of hair, and kissed your temple.

“Take a deep breath, baby. This is the start of the rest of everything.”

Peach was showed up behind you in a sage-green slip dress, grinning like she had a secret.

“You gonna cry?” you asked without turning around.

“No,” Peach sniffled.

“You’re gonna cry. And ruin your lashes. So don’t.”

You huffed a soft laugh.

“Help me with the back?”

She stepped up behind you, fingers gentle as she zipped the dress slowly, smoothing it with a reverent touch.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

You finally looked at yourself.

Your body was already beginning to shift, soft in places it hadn’t been months ago, glowing with the quiet strength of what you carried. And the dress wasn’t there to hide it. It was designed to honor it.

A deep neckline, silk that draped like water over your hips, the faintest shimmer that caught the light every time you moved.

Your hand found your belly, still barely visible. But you felt it. Bucky’s child. Yours.

“You’re not just a bride,” Peach said softly behind you. “You’re a monument.”

You turned, blinking back tears.

Peach held up a tissue like a threat. 

“Don’t you dare. We’ve got twenty minutes. You cry now, and the stylist will have to reapply your entire face. And Steve’s already crying and pretending he’s not, so that’s my job for later.”

You smiled. “He is?”

“Oh, he’s wrecked. I caught him sneaking a look at Bucky, who’s pacing the beach like a caged panther. He’s muttering to himself and holding the rings like they’re gonna disappear.”

Your stomach fluttered with nerves, joy, and a little nausea.

Peach stepped forward and took your hands.

“You ready?”

You nodded. “I think so.”

“Good. Because this wedding? It’s not about proving anything. Not to family. Not to guests. Not even to yourselves. It’s just the loudest, brightest way to say what you already know.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“That he’s mine.”

Peach nodded.

“And you’re his. For good.”

You took one last look in the mirror, breathed in deep, and exhaled slowly.

Then you whispered to your reflection, “Let’s go get married.”

—--

Bucky’s palms were sweating.

Which was absurd, given what his hands had done in past lives. They done some dangerous things and they had been steady. Always. 

But not today.

Today, his hands were waiting to touch you, his future wife. And for the first time in years, he was nervous in a way that had nothing to do with power, and everything to do with love.

He stood at the edge of a terraced garden that sloped down toward the sea, the salt air heavy with hibiscus and lavender. The villa behind him had hosted billionaires and heads of state, but none of them mattered.

The only thing that mattered was the sound of soft footsteps behind him.

He adjusted the cuff of his navy linen jacket, one of three that had been custom-made for this day. Steve had rolled his eyes earlier, muttering something about Bucky becoming a goddamn peacock in his old age.

But then again, Steve hadn’t seen you yet.

You had insisted on a first look. Said he couldn’t badger his way into seeing the dress ahead of time, but you’d give him this moment before the wedding. 

Something private. Just for you two.

And thank God for that, because Bucky already felt like he was going to drop to his knees.

“Buck,” came Steve’s voice from behind him, sarcastic.

“If you pass out, I’m not carrying you.”

Bucky cracked a shaky grin but didn’t turn around. Not yet.

He heard your laugh before your voice. The sound of Peach’s heels clicking nearer. 

And then…“James.”

He shut his eyes for a second. Took a breath like it was his first in years. Then he turned. And the world fucking stopped.

You stood in the garden light, hair swept up, veil fluttering slightly in the sea breeze, and the gown…Jesus.

Bucky couldn’t breathe.

You looked like a dream he was afraid to wake from. The silk clung in all the right places and glowed against your skin, soft and strong and completely you.

His eyes dropped to your hand and the ring he gave you glittering in the afternoon light, and then lower, to the barely-there swell of your belly, where his child grew.

His voice cracked as he said your name.

You stepped forward, nervous for only a second until you saw the look in his eyes.

He was ruined.

Bucky’s throat worked as he blinked hard.

“You look…”

“Yeah?” you teased, suddenly shy.

“Arăți ca pentru totdeauna. You look like forever,” he said hoarsely.

He reached out, fingers brushing your waist like you were made of spun sugar, like you’d disappear if he held on too tightly. But you didn’t disappear.

You stepped right into his arms, melted into him, and he kissed your temple carefully.

“I love you,” you whispered into his neck.

His voice was raw. “I love you more.”

You pulled back to look at him, hands resting lightly over the lapels of his jacket. 

“Still nervous?”

He shook his head.

“Not anymore.”

—---

The ceremony was held at golden hour on a bluff overlooking the Aegean. The aisle curved through native sea grass and white stone, petals scattered with the ocean spread wide behind the altar.

Bucky waited, heart racing, jaw tight, in the very center of it all.

Steve stood at his side, a rare look of reverence on his face. The man had been his right hand through everything it took to build an empire. But nothing had ever made Steve sniff back emotion like this.

“She’s coming,” Steve said under his breath as Peach walked toward him. “Try to stay upright..”

Bucky didn’t reply.

And then he saw you and everything went still.

You stepped into view, arm tucked gently through your stepfather’s, veil floating behind you, dress glowing like it had been dipped in starlight.

Bucky swore the sun dimmed itself just to let you shine.

He’d seen you earlier, kissed you, held you, but this was different.

This was sacred.

Reaching the altar, Peach dabbed her eyes discreetly, and tucked in beside Steve. He reached for her hand. His grip trembled and he leaned close and whispered something only she could hear. She nodded, then pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

But Bucky couldn’t see them anymore.

He saw only you.

And you were looking right at him. Like there was no one else. No crowd. No ceremony. Just him.

He pressed two fingers to his lips, then to his heart.

You felt it. A vow without words.

Your stepfather leaned in and whispered, “He loves you, baby girl,” before placing your hand into Bucky’s.

The officiant spoke, but neither of you heard a thing.

“Okay?” he mouthed.

You nodded, eyes shining. “You?”

His laugh was pure joy.

“Not even a little.”

The ceremony passed in a blur of gold and sea wind and reverent silence. There were a few readings, a pointed look from Peach when the phrase “in passion and peace,” was spoken, and Steve chuckled under his breath.

Bucky barely registered it.

He watched your lips shape the words “I choose you,” like they’d been written into his skin.

And when it was his turn, his voice cracked.

N-am crezut niciodată că merit așa ceva, dar jur pe Dumnezeu că voi petrece fiecare zi demonstrând că merit.

“I never thought I’d deserve something like this,” he said, eyes fixed on yours. “But I swear to God, I’ll spend every day proving I do.”

The officiant smiled.

“I now pronounce you…”

Too late.

You were already reaching for him, grabbing his lapels and pulling him in like you couldn’t wait another second.

The kiss was deep, sweet and improper.

The crowd gasped. Peach hooted. Steve muttered “Jesus, you two,” and shook his head, but there was a grin on his face big enough to rival the ocean.

You and Bucky walked back down the aisle hand in hand, both of you beaming, radiant with something wild and holy.

He leaned close as the cheers swelled behind you, eyes flicking down your body. 

You bit your lip and winked at your new husband as you leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“No panties. Just like you said. And shaved bare, too.”

Bucky didn’t stumble, but he damn near did.

You kept walking, serene and glowing beside him, your veil floating like a flame in the breeze.

Bucky was wrecked.

And the happiest he’d ever been in his life.

—-

The villa was quiet when you arrived and bathed in candlelight, the ocean’s rhythm a soft pulse through the windows. Someone had come in ahead of you; peonies floated in the clawfoot tub, and bottles of water chilled beside a tray of honey-dipped figs and dark chocolate.

But you didn’t notice any of it right away.

You noticed Bucky.

He kicked the door shut behind him, jacket already off, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, his gaze raking over you like he was starved.

He’d kept himself in check all day. 

Ceremony, photos, dinner, the toast that Peach gave that wrecked you both, he’d kept it buttoned up.

But now he was unhinged. It shocked him how much he wanted you.

“Come here,” he said, voice raw.

You turned slowly, silk rustling as you moved toward him like a dream he’d been chasing his whole life. And when you were close enough to touch, he did.

His hands found your waist and then lower, gathering your gown in his fists, dragging the fabric up inch by inch until the whole thing slipped off your body and pooled at your feet.

And Christ.

There you were.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your mouth. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, sweetheart. Look at you. Mine.”

His lips dragged over your collarbone as he walked you backward toward the bed, relishing the fact that you were bare under his hands. He groaned as his palms found your breasts, thumbs grazing over sensitive nipples.

“You’ve been teasing me for days,” he said, breath hot against your neck. “All that talk about the dress. And what you’d wear underneath.”

“You like?” you asked, breathless.

Bucky smirked.

“I love you bare. Shaved. Soaked for me. So gorgeous.” 

He sank to his knees in front of you, pressing a kiss to the gentle swell of your belly. His hands were splayed over your hips, grounding himself.

“But it’s not just this,” he murmured, voice thick.

“It’s not just how perfect you look. It’s everything. Your laugh. Your voice. The way you make me feel. The way you look at me.”

You were already shaking under his praise, thighs trembling, breath catching. His tongue dipped into your navel and swirled, making goosebumps peak.

“It gets me hard, Frumoasă. Really fucking hard. But that’s not why I love you. You’re kind. You’re sassy. You’re good. And you’re real.”

You whimpered, hips twitching.

“To find someone gorgeous, sweet, smart, hilarious, and mine? That shit’s not real. It’s not. But you are.”

His mouth moved lower, and you barely had time to moan before his tongue slid through your folds, filthy and slow. He groaned like a man who’d been craving this all night, gripping your hips and dragging you closer.

You cried out, one leg lifting automatically over his shoulder, and he buried his mouth deeper. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging hard. But he didn’t stop. Not until you shattered against his tongue, sobbing his name, your body convulsing from the force of it.

Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared you down.

“You’re already wrecked,” he rasped. “And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

He undressed without looking away. Shirt, belt, trousers, all gone in seconds. His cock was already hard, thick and heavy, flushed dark and wet.

And when he crawled over you, he took a beat to just look at you.

“Still with me, Mrs. Barnes?”

“Always,” you whispered.

And then he sank into you, slowly, inch by agonizingly thick inch, stretching you around him until he was seated to the hilt and barely breathing.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours, eyes shut like he was in pain.

“You feel like…fuck, you feel like coming home.”

You whimpered, your hips rolling to meet him. He started to move, deeper with each thrust, building a rhythm that made the headboard knock the wall and your name fall from his lips like he didn’t know how to stop saying it.

He kissed your breasts, your neck, your mouth, his hand slipping between you to trace soft circles over your clit. But what wrecked him, what destroyed him, was when his hand slid to your belly again.

Right over where your baby was growing.

“We made something,” he choked out, voice breaking. “Right here. Inside you.”

“You made me yours,” you whispered.

“I always will.”

You came again, sobbing his name, your walls fluttering around him. And Bucky followed with a groan, burying himself deep inside you as he spilled, clutching you tight, and shaking from the force of it.

Later, he carried you to the bath, washing you gently, like something priceless. 

You curled between his thighs as warm water lapped at your skin, the scent of gardenia rising with the steam.

He kissed your shoulder and the back of your hand.

“You’re everything,” he whispered.

“My love. My future. My family.”

You turned in his arms, pressing your lips to his.

“And you’re mine.”

——-

Well? Whaddya think? 🤔

[rusty-noodle]

⋆˚࿔ walking in 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

feat. Your favorite monster trio

hii! I got this totally… original idea…🤥 I'm guessing I'll be writing different versions (this cliché is one of my favorites 🤭 so I can't help myself). This one is very much kidish-sounding? if you read it, it'll make sense what I mean </3 it was super fun to write though, so I don't mind. It's very much giving new poster core too💔 I hope you like it!! <33 Synopsis: various crew members walking in on you and the monster trio (separately) doing something couple-y luffy-513words sanji-386words zoro-354words CW: Fluff/SFW, implied secret established relationship, no use of y/n, gen-neutral reader, not proof read -noodle

Luffy

The slow rocking of the ship and the soothing feeling of your hands running through his hair had lulled Luffy asleep quite a while ago; his head rested against your chest, snuggled into your sternum. The arms grip he had on you loosened over time as he fell into a deeper sleep. his ragged hat placed on your head. he gave it to you because, first. He loves and trusts you, second. it was harder to kiss him with it on, snuggled up to you the way he is. It was a quiet, uneventful day. The birds that took perch on the ship were chirping peacefully... emphasis on the 'we're' as our red-haired navigator's voice overthrew them.

"Luffy!" she calls out. You could hear her footsteps coming closer to the room you and Luffy were currently sharing

Your eyes widen, panic setting in. What could you do? Hope she doesn't notice? Wake up, the cutest sleeping Luffy? Leave it up to fate?

The doors to Luffy's room quickly swung open

"Do ya' wanna stop at the" Nami spoke, her eyes adjusting to the scene that was displayed in front of her.

"... neering... island...?" she stuttered out slowly

You smiled awkwardly, "hi?-"

You're cut off by a half-fearful and half-exited shriek. Nami practically comes running to sit by you, making herself at home and Luffy, the sound, and the newfound pressure on the bed stirring him awake with a whiny groan

"What is it...?" he yawned, raising his head, his spikey, messy hair sticking up.

"SO!" Nami interrupts once again, "you? with our, clumsy, no good captain? I'm going to need all the details on how you lost enough sanity to where you're cuddling with him," she exclaimed, eyes sparking with joy and a wide smile that reached from ear to ear.

"I'm not that bad," Luffy huffed, wrapping his arms around you again. "They’re perfectly... normally sane," he grumbled, letting out a groggy yawn.

“ah!” A new voice shouted, “nami-swan!? I heard your terrifying scream!” Dress shoes could be heard charging toward your direction.

“not another one…” you mumble under your breath

“who hurt you mademoiselle?!” He pushed himself into the room. similar to the over eccentric girl sitting beside you, he screams like he’d seen a ghost

“Luffy…! GOT A PARTNER BEFORE ME!?” He spoke... much louder than he needed to.

You accepted your fate with a long, drawn-out sigh.

Sanji

The sound of Sanji chopping vegetables echoed through the room. You were behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, your head resting against his back as you two swayed together. You interrupted the tune he was quietly humming

"It smells soo~ good, love," You mumbled into his shirt. arms slightly tighting around him, reminding him how close the two of you were in the moment.

"Does it? well then, thank you" he chuckled under his breath. the sound of the knife skillfully hitting the cutting board stopped a second before he turned around leaning back against the counter to wrap his own arms around your waist. towering over you he leaned down to press a long kiss to your forehead. your small giggle sent a wave of joy through your favorite cook

"mmh" you hum looking into whichever bright eye was visible. he laughs again and leans down once more to deliver a kiss to you lips.

The Kitchen doors fly open, Ussop and Luffy barging in interrupting what peace you two had.

“oh!” You huff, backing away as sanji pulls his arms to his sides,

“I want dinner!” Luffy whines marching into the kitchen.

as Luffy walks away, a starstruck, open mouthed, wide eyed, unbelieving Ussop stood frozen at the door way is revealed.

“Luffy…? Did you just see what I saw?” He muttered out

“huh no?” He hums “what was it?” Luffy continues, looking towards Sanji and you,

“ah nothing!” You interject starting to walk away from him “dinner will be done soon… ill come back then” you smile walking past Ussop giving him a pat on the shoulder as you head out of the kitchen doors, ignoring the quiet pleading of Sanji not to leave him with ussop. Ussop is going to tell everyone, you sighed the doors shutting behind you…. You were right.

zoro

“hey, no! You're sweaty!” You grumble as Zoro tries to hug you

“I'm fine” he growls his hands snaking around your waist forcing you to hug him, muscles flexing in the process.

“oh ah! Please you’re all sticky!” You giggle trying to push him off, and its to no avail, giving up with a sigh you speak again

“you're so annoying…” you grumble under your breath

“mmhm… but you still love me don't you?” He murmured, hands coming down to the backs of your thighs, “can i?” He hums lowering himself next to your ear

“yeah yeah…” you respond letting out another giggle as you try to keep it in, rolling your eyes in the process.

he takes a deep breath before he picks you up, letting your legs wrap around his waist, looking up at you he flashes you a toothy smile

“oh youre too cute love” you hum and lean down to press a kiss to his forehead “do you know whats for dinner?” I ask, my hands coming up to the backs of his neck

“Sanji is making Coq au Vin” Robin said in awe , her arms crossed as she leans into the door frame of the crows nest

you freeze as zoro puts you down, clearing his throat and placing his hands in his pockets

you blankly stare eyes widened, letting out a deep breath “having fun up here huh?” She grins,

“ill meet you two in the dining room later…” and just like that she slipped out of the room, escaping like a shadow in the night…

Zoro laughs “were just glad it wasn’t sanji huh?” He looks down at you and smiles again,

little did you know, Robin is a gossiper… well Nami is… and robin tells Nami everything

have fun at dinner tonight!

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AK! That was so fun to write, sorry about losing the special little colour coded speech, it mysteriously stopped working for me 💔 if i missed any CW tags, TELL MEE 😭 okay okay thanks for reading love you!!!

[achromatophoric]

Yoko: Hey Wolfy, here comes your… what in the Batman?

Wednesday: *marches imperiously into the Quad wearing a distinctive black cape fastened by chains and lined in…*

Yoko: Red? How’d you convince Miss Black-is-the-New-Black to wear a cape lined in red?

Enid: I didn’t. It’s her dad’s. She’s just borrowing it.

Wednesday: *pauses to dramatically flip back the cape*

Yoko: ‼️

Yoko: 😧🕶️🤏

Yoko: Excuse me? That was flamboyant as fuck.

Enid: *beams* Isn’t she just the abso-totes-ly cutest when she does that?

Yoko: *still staring* Sure, cute like a Broadway villain.

Enid: Yup! She also gets that from her dad. It’s all from his old wrestling days.

Yoko: *turns in disbelief* Mr. Addams was a wrestler? You mean like a luchador?

Enid: No, not… huh. Maybe he was a boxer? It was some kinda badass underground fighting thing.

Yoko/Enid: 🤔🤔

– Years ago, long before Wednesday was born. –

Young Gomez:

[ratlordsarah]

If i am not like her as an old lady then i dont wanna be one

I freaking love her she’s the cutest sassiest old lady ever

I just now realized i forgor the snake tattoo just act like its there