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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 3 years

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Like Real People Do | Bucky Barnes x Reader

In a shocking twist of events, I have written yet another Hozier inspired Bucky fic. This was the first Hozier song I ever heard and I fell in love immediately. I’m including the live version below because it is just TOO fucking good.

As always, send me any comments, questions, or suggestions you may have! 💕

Tag list! @beefybuckrrito, @everything-burns-down, @shadytalementality, @rainbow-unicorn-pony, @mandersshow

“Honey, just put your sweet lips

on my lips.

We should just kiss

like real people do.”

Sam appraised you and Bucky from afar, taking a long look at your disguises for the evening. Your floor length silver dress was not something you ever would’ve chosen to wear; you missed the comfort your leggings, big tshirts, and vans, but tonight was unfortunately not a leggings kind of night. “I don’t think anyone is gonna buy this” Sam muttered with a laugh. Nat nodded along with him as she examined your appearance. “What are you talking about?” Bucky retorted with an eye roll, “no one is gonna know who we are”. He fidgeted next to you, already tired of wearing his suit even though he’d only had it on for fifteen minutes. “I mean, look at her” Bucky said, gesturing to you, “no one is even going to notice I’m there once they see her”. Your face grew hot and if it hadn’t been for the make up, your cheeks surely would have been crimson.

Bucky shot you a wink and then turned his attention back to Sam. “We’re good. Right? Just let us go,” he complained. Sam and Nat whispered back and forth for a moment before turning back to face the two of you. "Alright, the two of you weren't exactly my first choice for this job, but you're our only option", Nat said. "So, you need to go in there, blend in, and find the target without arousing suspicion. Stay on him all night till you can follow him out, and we’ll rendezvous to apprehend him after the event,” Sam added. Bucky rolled his eyes and nodded, "we know. And thanks all the confidence in us, by the way". You laughed quietly and watched Sam and Bucky bicker like they always did.

"I'm not saying you're gonna fuck it up," Sam said, "it's just that sending our two most introverted operatives to go under cover at a big, fancy party doesn't really sound like the way to go". Now it was you rolling your eyes. "Oh, come on, Sam. We can pretend for a night," you lightly punched Bucky on the arm, "right, Buck?" He nodded defiantly and winked at you once again. "Just let us go, guys," Bucky pleaded.

"Okay, Okay! Fine!" exclaimed Nat in exasperation. "Go! Eat, drink, and be merry, I guess. Just get the job done and don't die". She made her way out of the room and slammed the door behind her, no doubt headed to go tell Clint about how much Sam and Bucky annoyed her. After one last look, Sam sighed and conceded. Motioning for the two of you to head out. "Alright...go," he said. "None of that ‘hiding in the corner, keeping to yourselves’ nonsense. Act like real people".

Bucky scoffed and held the door open for you, escorting you down the hall and into the garage. "Come on, Sweetheart. Let's go act like real people," he teased. He opened your car door and you slid into the excessively fancy vehicle. Bucky made his way around the car and plopped down in the driver’s seat, his strong hands gripping the smooth leather on the steering wheel. “Alright, doll. Let’s party!” he quipped as he turned on the ignition and felt the car roar to life.

Walking into the party was a shock to say the least. Your mouth ran dry as you surveyed the room, taking in each and every graceful, gorgeous socialite and their GQ worthy beaus. “Oh I am way out of my league…” you muttered, feeling suddenly inferior to literally everyone in the room. A gentle, reassuring hand squeeze from Bucky was accompanied by him whispering “you can do this, doll. You look fucking incredible”. Some of your anxiety melted away and you took a deep breath, steadying your nerves and keeping an eye out for your target.

“Uhhh, I think we’ve been standing here too long…” Bucky tried to mumble casually, “people are starting to stare.” Without realizing it, the two of you had set up camp in the grand entry way, paralyzed by the intimidating guests. “Shit. Right. Um, the bar? Let’s hit the bar” you whispered back as you took Bucky’s hand. You loved intertwining your fingers with his, and did so platonically all the time. He often needed comfort after a panic attack or a night terror, and you holding his hand seemed to bring him back down to earth. Feeling his hand in yours was one of your favorite sensations in the world, but you never let it last too long. Messing up your friendship with Bucky by revealing your romantic feelings was not worth it.

The two of you walked hand in hand as nonchalantly as you could and took up residence near the end of the bar. “Alright, so…this is my nightmare” Bucky stated with a low chuckle. Your laugh almost beat out the sounds of the swanky jazz music and people nearby turned their heads in your direction.

Suddenly, a shiver ran up your leg. Glancing down, you saw Bucky’s large, warm hand pressed against your thigh. He gave your leg a small squeeze and you thought you might melt out of your chair. “A little too familiar there, aren’t we, Barnes?” you teased. He leaned in close and pressed a kiss to your cheek as he whispered, “we’re supposed to be a couple, remember?” You felt your face get hot at Bucky’s words and you awkwardly cleared your throat before giving him a subtle nod.

You had practically begged Nat to send you on this job with literally anyone else, but she loved to mess with you. She was the only one who knew about the massive crush you had on your best friend Bucky, and exploiting that fact was one of her favorite things. Bucky scanned the room and you couldn’t help but look him over. He looked fucking gorgeous in a suit- not that he didn’t always look gorgeous. But tonight with his clean shaven face and expertly tailored suit, he was basically irresistible to you.

“You’re staring…” you heard Bucky mutter, and his words pulled you from your daydream. “What? Oh, sorry. Thought I saw the target behind you, but I was wrong…false alarm!” you said with an awkward chuckle. He shot you his signature wink and gave your thigh another small squeeze before standing up and offering you his hand. “May I have this dance?” He asked charmingly as the band started in on a new song. You were flustered to say the least. You felt your face warm up yet again your heart began beating rapidly. “Oh, um. Yeah, I- yes. Yes, let’s dance”, you stammered.

Bucky lead you by the hand to a vacant spot on the dance floor and pulled you close. Placing one hand on your waist, he brought you in tight to his body, using his other hand to hold one of yours. Your free hand found his shoulder and you felt butterflies swarming in your stomach. The two of you began moving as one, in sync with the music. “This is fun,” Bucky murmured, close to your ear. “I’m glad I begged Nat to let me accompany you on this mission”. You pulled away and saw a playful smirk plastered across his face.

“Wait, you- did you really?” you asked. He just nodded and pulled you back in, kissing you on the cheek and moving with the slow music. “I really did” he murmured. “You know I’ve had an enormous crush on you since…well, basically since we met?” You heart stopped and your breath caught in your throat. “I-um, no I-I didn’t know that…but um, me- me too…” you stammered. Bucky gave a quiet laugh and squeezed your hand.

“You know,” he murmured, “Sam said we have to act like ‘real people’ tonight, and we’re supposed to be a couple, so…I think we should kiss. You know, like real people do”. A dopey grin took up your entire face and you had to take a moment to catch your breath before responding. “Oh, well, of course,” you teased, “I want to make sure I play the role convincingly”.

Bucky’s lips found yours in the most passionate yet tender kiss you had ever experienced. He let go of your hand so he could cup the side of your face, and your arms quickly found a place around his neck. He gripped your waist as he kissed you deeply, awakening some form of passion in you that you didn’t know existed. When he pulled away, it was only to catch his breath. He pressed his forehead against yours and began subtlety moving with the music once more.

“Look at us,” he joked, “acting like real people”.

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howdoyousleep3 · 3 years

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where’s that hc about bucky learning to touch 🤲

I was hoping someone would notice that tag and hit me up. Thank you, sweet pea. This one is special to me, one of many. ❤

Bucky doesn’t say much about what happened to him after the fall and before Steve was miraculously given a second chance at a life with him. Steve is thankful for that. The details he does know come from Bucky’s therapist and from files that have been scrounged up over time, ones Steve can’t stomach through, ones he hands to Natasha and asks only for the information she finds pertinent.

Steve is sure he’d die of a goddamn broken heart if he knew every detail of Bucky’s 70+ years of brainwashed torture.

What he needs to know about Bucky is constant and will never change: this is James Barnes, the one in the same Steve spent his entire life falling in love with, Steve loves him now more than ever, and he is going to live every day he’s gifted with in this life for Bucky.

There are things Steve expects after Bucky joins him and the others back at the Tower, things Bruce has helped him comprehend in such a volatile predicament.

“It could take months, years even, for him to come back to you in full. And honestly, Steve...I would be ready for the possibility of him not returning to you in full. This may not end up being the Bucky you knew and grew up with. He needs therapy, needs patience, needs reminders of his life before, of who he was and is. This won’t be easy, Steve.”

Anything for Bucky.

There are things Bucky took to right away and other things that took much longer for him to enjoy or remember. Steve is with him every step of the way.

Sleep was one thing that Steve thought would be a struggle. After only one month of sleeping on the floor in the corner of his bedroom, Steve able to hear him tossing and turning and breathing heavily through his own bedroom wall, it took one afternoon nap on the couch to make him want to move to his new bed. While nightmares continued, Bucky slept albeit in small increments and sometimes through the day, but he slept.

Steve thought that would take years.

Crowds were another story. Crowds came with trust and Bucky rightfully didn’t trust others easily. He barely trusted Steve at first. It took time to get him out of the apartment, baby steps, one step forward and two steps back. They started with walks at dawn, fewer people, gave a shot at stopping for coffee on the way home a few times.

“It’s a Venti here, Buck,” Steve had tried to explain and Bucky huffed. “Why are things so goddamn complicated now? Just want a coffee, a—”

“I know— a black coffee with too much sugar. I got it.”

They’re working on interactions with others and the anxiety that comes with crowds. That one will take time.

What hadn’t taken time, and what startled everyone in the tower beyond belief, was Bucky and affection.

Steve may not know much of what Bucky has spent most of his life enduring but he at least had the assumption that what Bucky went through shouldn’t make him want any kind of touch from another person. Steve wrongfully assumed that any sort of gentle or soft touch wasn't something Bucky would like.

Bucky had spent the past 70+ years walking this earth as a killer, a robot, a machine, an assassin. He surely spent decades thinking he wasn’t worthy of anything, let alone love. He had been touch-starved, void of the tenderness and closeness Steve knows Bucky deserved and craved underneath the brainwashed parts of him.

It took time for Bucky to remember who Steve was to him. While he had recognized him immediately, remembering him but not how, it took months for Bucky to remembered the capacity in which he did so.

And Steve waited.

And waited.

Steve was gifted with small moments along the way, on this journey of Bucky remembering both himself and who Steve was to him:

“You...you were real small once,” Bucky said, factual with no trace of a question, hands in soapy water as he handed Steve a plate to dry. Steve had merely hummed. “Yeah, was...was maybe half the size I am now. Real small.”

“Could fit both’a my hands right around your middle…”

It had been a long while since Steve blushed like that.

Bucky standing over Steve’s sleeping form, heaving chest visible by only the filtered moonlight, Steve mumbling out a, “Buck, wha—?” before Bucky whispered, “You...you’ve been inside of me.” Steve sat up.

“I have,” Steve breathed, on cautious ground, shakier when Bucky then whispered, “But you like it better when I’m inside’a you.”

When Steve had swallowed audibly, nodded his head wordlessly, Bucky had turned and left the room.

It took months of moments like those to compile together, to form the picture of what Steve once was, what he yearned to continue to be, to Bucky. All of these moments, these memories, came to a head so unpredictably during yet another movie night. Knees knocking, fingers brushing, small touches that Steve absolutely soaked in, had gotten used to, had relearned.

When a glance towards Bucky had the wind knocking its way out of Steve’s chest, the familiarity of that look a bone-deep ache—

Bucky was going to kiss him.

A look full of determination and want, lips parted, eyes a bit glassy. Steve didn't dare move, had let Bucky come to him for fear of scaring him away. The moment their lips touched was the moment Bucky started crying. It had only been a short brush of their lips but Steve barely breathed, barely moved. Bucky had pulled back with wide, wet eyes, shaky breaths. “Buck, it’s okay. It’s okay. Everything’s alright, sweetheart,” are the words that easily slipped from his mouth, unable to stop them in a moment of progress that satiated his entire being.

That was the moment that changed everything. It was a startle to everyone involved. Steve had been ready to wait years, this entire life, for the moment he could touch Bucky again, could show him that physicality he knew his Buck craved. After that night on the couch it was as if the floodgates had opened—

Bucky remembered and wanted.

Regardless of where they were or what was happening, he wanted to be touching Steve: soft kisses on the cheek and lips, laying his head in Steve’s lap as he read, lacing his fingers between Steve’s during meetings, an arm wrapped around Steve’s waist between bouts of sparring. He’d trace patterns onto Steve’s thigh as he watched Steve draw, press against the line of his back while he cooked dinner.

Steve was floating on a cloud, was in heaven, never happier. It was perfection.

But what Bucky wanted, Steve couldn’t provide, couldn’t meet. Steve was only one man, couldn’t provide Bucky, whom touch had been stolen away from for decades, with everything he wanted. And that was okay, something Steve accepted, because there were other people Bucky could turn to that Steve trusted.

“I’m sure you all know why I asked you to meet with me,” Steve started, choosing a time Bucky was napping to meet with the rest of the group that either lived in or frequented the Tower. “Bucky has shown us a new side of him, has made some progress I think it’s worth discussing with everyone, since we’re all...we’ve all been affected...”

“Uhh, yeah— your Barnes-y boy has been all over me lately. I’m almost offended that everyone else is here to talk to Cap though. Thought he was just comin' onto me.”

“I have to tell you, I didn’t...I know we talked, Steve. But I’m honestly shocked at Bucky’s progress. It’s baffling.”

“I haven’t minded it. He lets me braid his hair.”

“Wait— y’all are getting touches?”

It was a group effort, supporting Bucky in this way. It was an adjustment, Bucky never prompting and questioning before touching or requesting touches— he just went for it. He was quiet still, not shy, merely observant. And just like he nudged at and leaned against Steve until his hands were on him, he did the same to others.

“I just ask that you show Bucky grace during this time. It’s a delicate situation. I need to know if you don’t want his touch or don’t wish to give him any kind of touch. I think it would be best if it came from me instead of from you in the moment.”

Natasha was who Bucky went to for scratches. Steve thinks it’s the nails. Steve also thinks Nat is Bucky’s favorite to go to for touches, even over him, but Bucky refuses to admit it.

When Bucky wants mindless touches, when he wants tickles and scratches, he goes to her. She naturally took to Bucky’s need for touches, the first occurrence one that came without hesitation. She’ll braid his hair, let him turn his head right where he wants her head scratches, naturally reaches for his back or shoulders to run her nails across when he saddles in close to her.

Thor is one of Bucky’s favorites too. Steve isn’t sure if it’s because of his strength or because of his warm and accepting demeanor but Bucky gravitates towards Thor often, mainly for neck and shoulder rubs. One, “James, my friend. You musn’t be afraid of asking for touch with me. I will always be willing to assist,” and that was all Bucky needed to feel comfortable walking over to Thor and nudging at his hands.

He puts his head on Bruce’s shoulder as soon as he can, likes sparring and playing hide and seek with Clint, enjoys putting his feet in Sam’s lap. Tony took some warming up to, but even then Bucky spent many hours in Tony’s lab, Tony guiding his hands, showing him what to do and how to work different machines, the two of them tinkering on his own arm.

Bucky kinda turns into the Tower kitty cat, wandering around quietly, napping in the sun, snacking, demanding affection from anyone he crosses paths with and trusts.

Everyone had their form of touch they shared with Bucky and Bucky absolutely blossomed under this form of support. Steve is forever grateful to be surrounded by a group of understanding individuals.

And every night when he lifts the comforter and feels the solid line of Bucky’s warm form against his side, the arm that now easily and inevitably slips around his waist, the familiar lips that always press against his temple, shoulder, and cheek, Steve is reminded this day was for Bucky and that the one they’ll wake up to will also be for him.

"I love you, Buck."

"Mhmm love you too, pal."

Steve doesn't even mind that Bucky spends his nights snoring in the crook of his neck, hot breath wafting over Steve's skin, hands grabby even as he dreams—

This is heaven.

#askK #fluffy lub #recovering bucky #found family #avengers 2012 #this is one of a million i have of these #i rarely share like...canon-ish thoughts because i assume people are going to tear them to pieces lol #but i've been sitting on this one for a while #my tense might be way outta wack here lol my bad #tower of god

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jortsaaaaaaart · 3 years

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To Be Forgotten Amongst Friends chp1

Omega! Reader x avengers

Hello all! I revamped my story "ikaros" and this is the new story! Also the name is long rip.

Trigger warnings (later chapters mostly)- ptsd, noncon, kidnapping, human experimentation, Stockholm and lima syndrome

The following chapters will be posted on- https://archiveofourown.org/works/33890977 (seriously- may not post here that often cause i hate the tagging system- go check out ao3)

It's a beautiful day in New York and you're a terrible, no good, thief.

You were considered New York’s very own Robin Hood. Two hundred ATM robberies in two years, the money flying out of the machines and into the hands of people who needed it. The banks, collectively, had lost over $300,000 from the ATMs alone. But of course, it wasn't just the ATMs. A rash of robberies had spread over the East coast. Most were digital, companies funneling their own money to offshore accounts that wanted nothing to do with U.S. intervention. The FBI were notified, then the CIA, and eventually- after a daring cyber attack against the DOD- SHIELD itself turned it's one eyed gaze onto you.

Nick Fury saw something the other agencies didn't. You had certain gifts that made your line of work incredibly easy. Whether they were natural mutations or some sort of superpower, they allowed you to break into some of the most secure networks known to man. He had almost found you when SHIELD fell and his resources vanished. After the dust cleared he was forced to start from scratch. Hunting you and the remnants of Hydra down at the same time wasn't easy, but, in a strange twist of fate, he found someone else that was searching for you too.

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New York was filled with so many people. Most of them were good, in your opinion. (Well, maybe half, actually.) You spent most of your off time working on "projects" or walking around the city. You had become a fixture at the local Bodega. Single omegas were extremely rare, marked single omegas were almost unheard of. The mark gave you certain freedoms other omegas, sadly, didn't have. It drove away most potential suitors and the ones who were particularly bold would be given a taste of your powers. Once the burrow had gotten used to your presence they saw you as a generous person, but a secretive one. Someone who took no shit even with their designation. You gave to the community and different Omega rights groups in the area. After years of watching you quietly go about helping people you had been welcomed into the burrow's heart with open arms.

You loved helping people in your own way. You loved it just as much as you hated corporations and the police, but when you could make an ATM spew it's contents out into the poorest streets of Brooklyn or make Fox News send a million dollars to Planned Parenthood, you could have the best of both worlds.

At least, for a time. All good things had to end, right? That's what you told yourself as the redhead picked her way through the crowd towards you.

Seeing an avenger in your neighborhood was an odd occurrence. It was a poorer part of town, untouched in the battle of New York, and too out of the way for any super villain origin stories. In fact, you seemed to be the only mutant in the entire block. You'd always thought, if someone was going to come for you, it would be a couple of FBI agents and not the fucking Black Widow. Your brain and heart went into overdrive as you tried to remember doing anything worth the avenger's time. But there was nothing. The DOD hack had been almost a year ago and all you did was release government files showing attacks on civilians overseas. It hardly seemed like an avengers worthy crime, especially when Black Widow herself had leaked government secrets before.

Any hope of her not not looking for you was dashed when her eyes locked onto yours. She tilted her head, asking a silent question.

The burst of adrenaline sent you careening through the lunchtime crowds. You couldn't feel anyone on the rooftops but there was a large form blocking your path, trying to box you in. They were stronger and faster but you knew the environment. You ducked into Charlie's, your sneakers skidding on the asphalt as you took the sharp turn. The person behind the counter lazily looked up as you walked to the back. They knew you well enough to not care, they also weren't paid enough to care. The alley would open up into a busy side street. More people meant a better chance to blend in and get away. You were almost to the end when the door opened behind you. Black Widow and fucking Captain America stepped into the alley. For a moment the three of you stood in something akin to a standoff.

You felt wildly undressed for this life-threatening situation.

"We just want to talk, (Y/N)" Captain America told you, hands raised. The unmistakable stink of an alpha radiated from the captain. You were momentarily thankful for your mark dulling its effect on you. Though, the blonde's scent was tinged with something hauntingly familiar. Something you didn't want to recognize.

Behind him, Black widow's free hand went to her ear. "Target is in the alley between 31st and 32nd," A twitch of your finger and the line went dead. Her hand dropped to the gun at her hip.

"I'm feeling pretty under equipped for this 'conversation'," You replied, slowly raising your hands as well, wondering if they could feel what you were doing. They didn't react and you slowly let your power seep from you.

Natasha was the first to react, drawing her gun and spinning around. Steve looked at her with confusion as her wide eyes scanned the alley as if she was seeing ghosts. She was afraid he realized, a cold feeling settling in his stomach. He moved towards her and you took off running. You felt him hesitate then take off after you, gaining on you with an embarrassingly low number of strides. You tried your powers again, stronger this time, but his focus was unwavering. He was almost to you now and you were running out of options. That’s when the alpha in him came out.

“Omega!” He snarled, “Stop!” Your feet slowed down immediately. It wasn’t as strong as your own alpha’s command would be, but the super soldier certainly commanded respect and obedience. You were forced to stand still, eyes burning holes in the asphalt, as the alpha’s footsteps grew closer. You really didn't want to do this but it looked like you had no choice. Your jaw clenched, and you spun around when his hand grabbed your arm. The blonde's eyes widened as you placed a palm to his chest.

He barely had time to glance down at your hand before the electricity hit him.

The 1,000 volts you sent into him were supposed to stun him or send him flying, allowing you to escape. However, his muscles spasmed just a bit stronger than you intended. In an instant his grip crushed the bones in your arm and sent the two of you careening backwards into a brick wall. Natasha would find you a moment later, passed out on top of the super soldier, a sizable hole in the wall.

You woke up in an unfamiliar bed, a few blurry white shapes milled about in the corners of your vision. You couldn't remember how you got here, or where here was. All your senses seemed to be dulled. Your wrist was throbbing and each time you opened your eyes the room came in and out of focus. You closed your eyes, opting to ignore the funhouse effect and focus on the sounds around you. The beeping of the monitors, footsteps on concrete, and two low voices.

"She's alright, Buck, I promise." Steve's voice wavered in and out of your consciousness bringing with it the memory of how you got into this bed. "She did something to Nat and ran before I could explain. I wasn't expecting her powers to be so strong."

"I should have come with you," Another voice snarled. Your heart skipped a beat at the low growl. You knew that voice. It evoked a sickening combination of need and terror and you couldn't remember why. "She wouldn't have gotten hurt if I had. What idiot doesn't know omegas are fragile?!"

"It was an accident!" His voice raised slightly before sighing. "I know you're worried, but she's fine."

The scent you had smelled on Steve earlier swirled around the room. Metal and burning pine, it affected you just like the voice had, triggering both panic and yearning. You knew it somehow. The memory was there somewhere, tucked away where it couldn’t hurt you. Where it should have been forgotten.

The scent grew unbearably strong as he leaned over you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. When he pulled back he wasn't expecting his eyes to catch yours.

His expression softened as soon as he realized you were awake. "Omega," Bucky whispered reverently. Stormy blue eyes stared down at you with love and adoration, watching the color drain from your face. "Doll?"

Somewhere in the back of your mind you could hear the panicked beeping of the machines and Steve trying to calm you down. But it didn't matter. All that you could feel was the need to get far, far, away from this man. You didn't know how you knew him but you knew he was dangerous. You knew he had hurt you. That's why, as he reached out to gently cup your face, you slapped his hand away.

"Get away from me!" You gasped, voice breaking. You scooted back and tried to back up as far as possible. Your shaky legs barely held your weight as you slid off the bed. Pure terror coursed through your veins, it was the only thing keeping you on your feet. You found yourself pressed into the corner of the room while the men stared at you in shock. Steve and Bucky gaped like you had just told them the Germans had actually won WWII. Eyebrows knit together, blue eyes wide and frantic, Bucky looked like he was in emotional turmoil.

“(Y/N), doll, it’s okay. It’s me. It’s your alpha.” Bucky reached out to you carefully as a low purr rumbled from his chest.

You felt the purr relax you and dull your senses even more. It was nauseating. “I don’t have an alpha! And I don’t know who the hell you are!” You tried to shout and grit your teeth but the words came out in broken sobs, betraying your weakness. Who was this? Why was he the most terrifying thing you had ever seen?

Your teeth were bared at this point but the man kept coming towards you. The tunnel vision and rapid shallow breaths were the only warnings your body gave you as it reverted to its animalistic omega framework. Bucky watched as, in slow motion, your eyes went blank as your body gave out.

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Your alpha held your body to his chest in disbelief. He had expected some shock at seeing him but this went far beyond his expectations. It had been over three years since he'd last seen you. Since he'd last been able to drink in your scent. He'd figured you might not recognize him at first. He had changed a lot over the years. No longer under Hydra's control his physical appearance, demeanor, and scent had changed. But your body should've known your alpha.

"What was that?" Steve asked. "Why did she react like that when she has your mark?" The two alphas were on edge. Seeing a vulnerable omega drop triggered their protective instincts. Steve desperately wanted to take you and hold you close, ease you out of the drop. If the alpha holding you was anyone other than his closest friend and packmate he would have ripped you out of his grasp immediately. For now he'd have to hold himself back.

"She didn't remember me." Bucky nuzzled his head into your neck, nursing your mark softly. After a moment he pulled back and gazed at your unchanged features. He couldn't wake you from this drop that easily. He pressed in harder this time, teeth lining up with the scar perfectly, but there was still no change. No purr, command, or bite was waking you up.

"We should let her rest, Buck. The pain meds will wear off soon and we'll try again. . . Bring her to the den. She'll need to get used to everyone's scents sooner or later." Steve laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. It was a gentle but firm suggestion. He knew tensions were high, the den, with it's heavy curtains and plush blankets, would calm down his friend and the omega. With little argument the brunette lifted you up and carried you to the den. It was aptly named and extremely well constructed thanks to Stark. Curtains blocked off all light from the windows, mattresses were inlaid into the ground, and the temperature was always cool. It was one good thing about being in a pack with that narcissist, Bucky thought dryly.

Steve led them into a cozy corner of the room. The captain hummed happily as they moved the pillows and blankets, creating a makeshift nest for the three of them. The feeling of the omega pressing into his chest was addictive. He couldn't wait for you to remember your alpha.

The sooner you remembered your bond with Bucky the sooner the rest of the pack, Steve included, could court you.

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zhongli-topper · 3 years

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Hello, that Zhongli fic is *chef kiss* can I request dom reader with xiao, with orgasm denial, overstimulation but also praising him? Can the reader be gn? but fem reader is fine too. I've can't stop thinking about this man please, sadly he didn't come home so I'm here stalking xiao tag 😔

xiao x dom reader - taking care of him (nsfw)

pairing: xiao x gn reader includes: praise, orgasm denial, overstimulation, light dom reader/sub xiao a/n: thank you so much, lovely! 💖 sorry for the delay, i got busy with life. i love xiao, he’s baby and he absolutely deserves to be taken care of~

“Xiao.”

It never fails to astonish him, how just the way you say his name can feel like a caress, and you don’t even need to touch him. Despite his instincts, despite the voices that tell him to take up his burdens in solitude, he finds himself drawn to you like a moth to light.

“Come here?”

Under the lantern-light of your room at the Wangshu Inn, your voice is somehow softer, your gaze darker than the velvety night sky settling over Dihua Marsh.

He approaches you on the bed, stance wary like a cat’s. You know his caution is born of necessity, a natural outcome of his thankless and eternal battle, but right now it mainly makes you want to hold him and comfort him and try to help him untangle that ball of pain, even if just a little. Even as he sits on the bed next to you, his body’s tense, and still fully dressed even though you’re ready to sleep, if you felt like sleeping, which you didn’t.

You turn slightly towards him and place your hand over his, and the warmth of your skin seeps even through his glove, and even to a two-thousand-year-old adeptus, the mystery of human touch is still something unfamiliar to him—though with you, he’s learning to grow accustomed to it.

It had been a relatively slow process, even in mortal, human terms. After Xiao had begun to accept your fleeting, friendly touches during your acquaintance, it had taken a while for him to reciprocate, and even longer for either of you to progress into more physical, intimate forms of affection.

In that time you had learned to read the subtle shifts in Xiao’s moods, the quiet differences of his anger and sadness, and the rare, sun-bright glimpses of his happiness. For him, learning to be vulnerable was—and still is—an uphill battle, but in the time you two had been together, you could sense what he needed, and right now, with his brow drawn and hand clenched beneath yours, you were determined to give it to him.

“Xiao,” you say again, and flip his hand to thread your fingers through his. “You seem tense. Did anything happen today?”

“No,” he answers automatically. Then he frowns. “I’m the same as ever. What makes you say that?”

You’re a little stung at his blunt tone, but you know he means nothing by it. You shrug. “I know you, Xiao. I’d hope you would give me a little more credit after all this time.”

He looks at you fully then, and his frown deepens as though he’s disappointed in something. “I—I know.” He blinks, his lashes fluttering. His gaze grows determined then, and squeezes your hand in return. “I need…”

“Yes?”

“Just…” He shakes his head, a frown etched into his features. “Memories of the war. They’re… being difficult to deal with again.”

He averts his gaze from yours, suddenly shy. “I… thought I would ask if you…” His mouth presses into a thin line as he cuts himself off, seeming to be embarrassed at what he was asking you to do.

“What did you want to ask me?” you encouraged him.

“If you would… help me to forget. To stop thinking about it.” As he said it, a pink tinge bloomed across his cheeks, an endearing sight that clued you in as to what kind of activity he had in mind. You turn your hand over and twine your fingers with his, and you’re happy to see him reciprocate rather than shy away as he had done in the past.

Giving him a small smile, you nod. You pull him closer, slow enough for him to get comfortable, and press your lips to his. “Then, let me take care of you, Xiao.”

~*~

You kiss him, slow and deep, and he melts under your touch, his hands grasping at your shoulders, your arms and chest, anchoring himself to your body. He’s taken off his accessories, leaving him in his sleeveless top and pants. In between kisses, his breaths already have an uneven quality, as he presses himself into the warmth of your body.

You pull back to catch your breath, and see that even with his eyes closed, his brow is still clenched, and you smooth over the crease between his eyebrows with your thumb, following it up with your lips. He shifts on your lap, and you can feel through his pants that he’s already half-hard, and trying not to rut against your thigh.

You smile against his skin. “You’re doing so well, Xiao,” you whisper, kissing close to his ear after you say it. You can feel him shiver, just slightly, at your praise, which you’ve learned is something that really gets him going.

“Do you want me?” you ask, just to make sure.

His fingers clinging onto your shoulders tighten and he nods fervently, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Please.”

You swallow the rest of his panting breaths by sealing your mouth over his, and slowly you push up the fabric of his shirt, his tight shirt that never left much to the imagination. Xiao might have been small, but his body was solid and muscular, and his naked skin under your hands was hot. You could feel the vibrations of his soft moans as your palms dragged up his toned torso, over his abdomen to splay your fingers over his chest and play with his nipples.

“Y/N…” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “I…”

“Shh,” you say. “I said I’d take care of you, love.” You let your mouth trail over his jawline and down his neck, enjoying the little huffs of breath he lets out. “You deserve to be taken care of.”

You feel him hesitate. It’s always been difficult for him to admit to it, that he is worthy of such gentle, loving attention, but you want to make it known to him that he is.

Your lips descend to his chest, and you swirl your tongue around his erect nipples, drawing small gasps from the adeptus. He soon grows pliant beneath your caresses, and you easily push him down to lie on his back, and place the hem of his shirt in his hands so he can hold it up.

“Keep that there,” you instruct him in between kisses down his abdomen, until you reach his waistband and the tent he’s forming in his pants. His lips are trembling as he looks down at you, already sensitive from your kissing. He attempts to reach down with one hand but you bat it away, prompting him to return to holding his shirt up, and you slowly pull his pants down.

He’s already hard, the tip of his dick starting to leak precum, and you press your palm to its top before sliding it down his shaft and encircling him in a loose fist. You pump him a few times, and lower your head to his hips.

Your eyes flick up towards Xiao’s, and you can see him biting down on his knuckles, unwilling to make noise. You pause in your movements, looking at him meaningfully, and he growls into his skin.

“I want to hear your voice, Xiao,” you tell him, “I want to hear the sounds you make when you’re feeling good.” With your other hand, you let your nails dig into the muscle of his thigh.

He gasps at the sudden pain, releasing his hand from his teeth, then frowns at you, but you’re already smoothing the hurt over with kisses, getting closer to his cock.

“Don’t hold back,” you tell him. “That’s an order.”

He only grunts in response, but you stop moving and give him a pointed look until he says, “…I won’t.”

Pleased, you finally give attention to his cock. You start to leave a line of small, light kisses up the side of his shaft, lips fluttering over his heated skin until he’s gasping and barely stopping himself from bucking his hips in search of more friction.

“Good boy,” you say, “you’re following my instruction.”

He mewls as you give tiny licks to his cockhead, tasting the slightly salty flavor of precum, before swallowing it whole and sealing your lips over his shaft.

“Aa-ah!” He trembles, suddenly engulfed by the wet heat of your mouth. You close your fist around him and pump in tandem with your head, slowly building the intensity until his eyes glaze over and his hands threaten to rip the fabric of his top. All the while, he moans and whimpers, and you can see how his lips tremble in embarrassment before letting the sounds out.

You release him with a pop and his hazy stare goes to you, hips chasing after your face only to be stopped by a hand on his hip. You look down at him, and he’s so cute, panting underneath you, you can’t help but grin.

“You look so cute like this,” you tell him, “feeling good under me. I like how you’re moaning too~”

His eyes widen and then his brow clenches, blushing hard at your praise. You give him a little kiss on the nose, his lashes fluttering at the contact. He had been getting close, you could tell, but you wanted to tease him some more.

You push his legs up and spread them, using your thumbs to massage around the cleft of his ass.

“Aah!” A high-pitched gasp leaves him, your fingers having taken him by surprise. His golden eyes fly towards you, in between his thighs, spreading his asscheeks to have access to his entrance.

“Nnh… that’s…” He bites his lip and trails off, apparently lost for words. You grope around for the bottle of oil you keep in your nightstand before spreading some over his hole, then continuing to massage around it, loosening up some of the tension in his muscles.

Apparently you’re taking too long, because he growls and says “Stop teasing,” which might have sounded threatening if not for the pleading, high-pitched note in his voice. At his demand, you let your nails dig in to the meat of his thigh—not too hard, but just hard enough to draw a small hiss of pain from your mewling lover.

“I said I’d take care of you, and I will,” you tell him. “Or don’t you trust me, baby?”

He grumbles and has to avert his eyes before saying, “…Yes. I do. Sorry.”

Xiao chews on his lip when you slip one finger inside, then eventually another. His small gasps are coming out in an uneven staccato, his hips writhing slightly as he tries to get your hand to hit that sweet spot inside of him. You settle in between his legs, adding a third finger, and he moans, clenching at the bedsheets.

“Fuck,” he groans, “please, deeper.”

You do as he says and curl your fingers as you drag them against his insides, and he all but howls when you press against his prostate.

“Y-Yes! There—ngh,” he gasps, opening his bleary eyes, looking down at you in a daze. You smile, keeping your fingers buried inside him, and grip the base of his still hard cock tightly. Sweat is sticking his dark fringe to his forehead and beading on his skin.

He presses the back of his hand to his mouth, his hips rutting into your fist, but you’re not moving, holding him too tightly. Rather than giving him pleasure, your hand is keeping him from cumming, even as you continue to pump your fingers inside of his tight hole.

“Please let me cum,” he begs, stilling his hips with effort, his thighs shaking as you keep thrusting at his prostate. He whimpers, clearly at the edge and overwhelmed at the sensation of being so close and denied his release.

“You can hold on for me,” you coo, your voice sweet. “You’re taking my fingers in so easily. You look so hot begging for me, I want to see more of it. Can you spread yourself open, baby boy?”

Panting, he lets out little huffs of breath as he bends his legs up, pressing his thighs against his chest, opening his legs wider. His face is bright red, his voice growing in volume when you resume thrusting your fingers and lower your head to take him in your mouth again.

Xiao sobs, the warm heat of your mouth engulfing his weeping cock, driving him closer to his peak even as you still grip his base.

You drag your tongue along his length in time with your fingers on his sweet spot, and he bites his lip bloody.

He all but screams, his hips and thighs shaking. His eyes are glazed and he seems lost for words, aware of nothing but the sensations your hands and mouth are giving him.

“I need to cum,” he cries, “c-close, please—”

He’s held out for long enough. You drag the hand on his shaft up along with your mouth, sealing your lips around his sensitive head, while aiming for his prostate once again. Like clockwork, his fists clench in the sheets and he cums, spilling down your throat.

You swallow down the salty, bitter taste of his spend, hearing him begin to quiet above you, but you're not done with him yet. You nudge again at his spot and give his cockhead a broad lick before sucking him back in.

He makes a noise of surprise, trying to watch as you don’t stop, but his entire body shivers from the overstimulation, and he's unable to prop himself up, instead shaking and boneless under your hands and mouth on the bed.

You pull your mouth off him for just a brief moment and say, “You said you needed to cum, baby. So be good and cum for me some more, huh?” You lock your eyes with his blurry gaze and keep them there as you begin to suck him off again.

“Ngghh,” he groans, and it doesn’t take too long until he’s shaking and fully hard again, and close to a second orgasm. When you feel him approaching his peak, you release his cock from your mouth, pulling a frustrated groan from Xiao as he cums a second time, a dry one, as his hips bear down on your fingers inside him.

“Good boy, Xiao,” you say when his lashes flutter open, slits of gold peering at you.

His whole body is trembling even after you pull your fingers out of him, and you kiss his sweat-slicked brow before wiping his cum off his stomach. He finally lets go of the sheets and then blinks at the torn fabric that falls from his hands.

“…You ripped the sheets,” you say with a laugh. “Was it that good?”

He grumbles again, turning on his side. “You kept going. I’m blaming you.”

Still smiling, you slide into bed behind him, and lay an arm around his waist. You can feel his soft exhale when you wrap around him, and he subtly nudges himself back, further into your embrace.

“You did well, baby,” you tell him, kissing at the sensitive spot under his ear.

“…Thank you,” he mutters, and you almost don’t hear it. You pull him close, nuzzle your cheek into his dark hair.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Nothing answers you but the sounds of soft breath, and when you check, Xiao’s fallen asleep.

You pull the blanket over the both of you, making a mental note to have them repaired in the morning. “Good night, Xiao.”

#chirumi #xiao x reader #xiao #genshin impact #genshin x reader #xiao x you #genshin smut #fanfiction #sub xiao

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fangirling-is-my-passion · 3 years

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Dating Bucky Barnes would include... (Headcanon)

Warnings: none, but let me know if there should be any

A/N: Okay, I’m very unsure of whether this makes sense or not, or if it’s even mildly amusing, but I really do hope you enjoy it. I can say for myself that, even though half of the time I didn’t know what I was doing, I enjoyed it very much. Love you! :) <3

Him always looking at you with heart eyes, like you’re the entire universe

And vice versa, of course

Him calling you “doll” and “sweetheart”

Him putting your hair in messy buns

You doing the same with his hair

Eventually sharing an apartment in Brooklyn

Taking turns to make breakfast

Depending on who’s cooking, either you or him wrapping each other’s arms around each other’s waist

Helping him when he’s got trouble sleeping

Certainly comforting him when he wakes up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare

“Hey, it’s okay, it was only a nightmare, I’m here, you’re safe”

Reassuring him that he’d never hurt you and never will

Him calming you down whenever you’re stressed or anxious about something too

“It’s all right, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay, I promise”

A lot of forehead touches and kisses

Constantly holding hands and intertwining fingers

Him being very protective of you

And you of him

Because “this man has suffered enough, hurt him in any sort of way and I’mma break your face”

Buying him a bunch of soft and warm sweatshirts and cosy clothes in general because he’s been living with cold and harsh stuff for way too long (credits to whoever posted this idea first, I’m so sorry I don’t have the username, I saw it on Pinterest and I couldn’t help including it, I loved it, please don’t sue me)

Resting your head on his chest and listening to the soothing beating of his heart

Both of you falling asleep on the couch while watching a movie

Disney Movies Marathon

Always reminding him how much you love him and how much he is worthy and deserves all the prettiest things in the world and to be happy

Him eventually telling you stories about his past, even though he was reluctant at first because he didn’t want you to loom at him with different eyes

“I would never judge you, love. And I’m not afraid of you. Never.”

Dancing in the kitchen to 40’s music

“For someone who hasn’t danced since 1943, you’re pretty good at it”

Watching Buzzfeed Unsolved together

Buck’s convinced that he’s responsible for almost all the cases

Including the paranormal ones

“Well… They did use to say you were a ghost story…”

“All right, bad joke, I’m sorry… But if it was so bad then why are you smiling?”

In that same matter, making him laugh any chance you get, because he deserves to be happy and because you love the sound of his laughter

Him making you laugh a lot as well because your laugh is music to his ears

Being silly together

Reading together on the couch, enjoying each other’s company, your legs intertwined

At some point, him giving you his dog tags, as a very deep sign of trust and affection

You of course wearing them every single second of the freaking day because you love them and you love him and you simply feel so honoured that he gifted them to you

Him low key feeling all proud and joyful by seeing you wear his dog tags

Sometimes annoying the hell out of Sam together

And pulling pranks on him

Definitely hating on John Walker together

“It’s Sergeant Barnes to you, dollar store Captain America”

Being absolutely heartbroken the moment you get to know of the “and if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me”

Telling him never endingly that “No, he was not wrong about you, okay? You’re a good person who’s been through a lot of terrible stuff and who may have done bad things, but that didn’t have a saying on the matter. You didn’t have a choice. And you deserve to be happy, love. You really do.”

Admiring him from afar while he helps Sam fix the boat and you help Sarah with some stuff

Him admiring you from afar when you’re not looking

At some point catching the other one staring, and giggling

Being ecstatic when people start calling him “Sergeant Barnes” again

Having to contain your tears of happiness when the people he saves start thanking him

Just mutual adoration

And finally allowing him to have the happy ending he deserves

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #james bucky barnes #winter soldier x you #winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #i don't like calling him the winter soldier but well #the tags i guess xd #also i low key feel like this is shit but once again i hope you like it #mcu #marvel #sebastian stan #marvel headcanons #tfatws #sorry if there's any mistake btw

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aftqrglow · 3 years

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A Blessing, Beautiful And True

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: use of she/her pronouns; swearing if you squint; mentions of death; mentions of food

a/n: this is a rewrite of one of my old fics that i absolutely hated with my entire being. i hate this a little bit less djaksjsjs also pls ignore how i literally cannot write a good ending to save my life.

dedicated to @xsamsharons for lending me her name. i hope i did it justice mi amor ily <3

Bucky learnt to value things.

Not the great, terribly material things people around him seemed to rush after. Not money, not even when he was barely getting by.

No, for Bucky, it was the small, seemingly insignificant things.

The tiny toy WWII soldier figurine he found at a yard sale one Tuesday afternoon, the one with the missing arm. The near-exact model of the car his father used to drive—rusted around the tiny steel axel, the rubber wheels worn from use. That yellow screwdriver set that sat at the very back of the tool cabinet in the garage, unusable because of the cracked plastic handles and rusted steel, that looked exactly like the kit he had once used to fix up the plumbing in his first apartment.

Bucky was used to valuing the broken little things.

He never truly understood what loving something whole, something complete felt like—not until he met you.

You, in your white sweater and blue jeans, hair tossed up in a braid. You, your eyes that dancing with unbroken light, like the rays of the sun on the ocean on a bright summer’s day. You, with the sort of kindness he never truly thought he would ever be worthy of, not until you showed him that he was.

You, the girl he fell in love with before he could ever truly know what love was.

Steve might’ve been the first to notice. He was with him that day, the day he first saw you. They had been hunting for a Christmas present for Tony, and even though Bucky wasn’t exactly thrilled to have to attend, he wasn’t about to show up empty handed.

Steve didn’t even realize that the sly-footed assassin wasn’t by his side until he had walked the two blocks from the mall to his car. Hands ghosting over the gun tucked into the holster hooked into his waistband, Steve retraced his steps, his heart thundering in his throat.

Until he heard Bucky’s laugh.

Not the obviously fake chuckles he used to placate those around him. No, this was the laugh he remembered, the laugh he thought Bucky had lost.

This was Bucky’s laugh—his Bucky’s laugh, before the world stole him away. Pure and innocent.

Happy—so undeniably, inexplicably happy.

The tension eased from his shoulders when he saw you. Steve knew who you were, of course. Everyone did—or at least, everyone who had been around after the Battle of New York. Everyone who had seen you walk among the rubble, bleeding through your jeans, helping dig survivors out of the rubble, guiding them to shelters. Everyone who had seen you do everything you could help those who needed it more than you did, until your legs finally gave way and the only reason you didn’t collapse to the floor was because Steve caught you.

But Steve also happened to know why you’d done it. Because you were kind. Because you were selfless. Because you knew what it was like to lose everyone you loved, and to garner the strength to build yourself up anyway.

You’d lost people too—everyone you loved, killed during the Battle. Your family. Your friends. It might’ve seemed cruel to be spared. Might’ve seemed like a cold, dark twist of fate—and for a time, it did.

Steve had never known anyone to be resilient the way you were.

And maybe, just maybe, he thought to himself, as he watched his friend from through the glass, maybe you would teach him to hold on to the tiniest sliver of hope too.

—

Bucky didn’t even like books.

The only book he’d read—aside from the coursework assigned to him in his school days—was The Hobbit. And even that had taken him an ungodly amount of time to finish.

So yeah, Bucky didn’t exactly like books.

But he still visited the tiny bookstore on the corner every day.

He didn’t even buy anything. He just looked around, running his fingertips over the spines of the books that jutted out of the wooden shelves, the sunlight turning his eyes into uncharted waters of the oceans, swimming with undiscovered secrets and untold lies.

You would talk to him. All the time, and with no trace of the usual pity or sympathy that he heard when he spoke to people. You talked to him in a way that made him feel like himself, in a way that made him feel like he just might rediscover the man he used to be.

That first time he’d seen you was burned into the back of his brain, the image of you standing there with a hip braced against a bookshelf, dressed in a white sweater and jeans, your hair pulled into a braid over your shoulder. He had watched as a strand escaped, falling into your face.

And him—he'd stood there, watching you talk to another woman he couldn't recall because really, how could he look at anything else but you? Bucky was certain he looked like a gaping idiot, both wanting your attention to turn to him, and dreading the fact that he would surely make a fool of himself if you so much as looked at him.

Back in the 40s, things would've been so much easier. He would already have said something witty to make you laugh, he would already have been telling you about the carnival down at the beach and asking if you wanted to go with him.

But when your friend left, and you asked him if there was anything you could help him with, his voice sounded strange to his own ears as he croaked, "Books?"

You had laughed—and he found himself laughing along. A true laugh—for the first time in a long time, the sound didn’t sound fake to his own ears. For the first time in a long time, he felt like himself.

Bucky had taught himself to value that which wasn’t whole—because he wasn’t, either. Love was give and take. Love was equal.

If he was to deserve your love, he would have to be whole again. If he was to deserve your love, he would make himself whole again.

—

There was a sudden shift in the way Bucky viewed the world.

It had been three days since he last saw you, but he walked in through those doors anyway. He had no cause, no reason—he just couldn’t go any longer without seeing you.

You were sitting by the bay window at the very back, reading a book. He took a second just to take you in, to get used to the fact that you weren’t just a figment of his imagination.

The second you looked up, your face split into a grin, like you were truly, genuinely happy to see him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had smiled at him that way. “Hey, you’re back! It’s Bucky, right?”

He nodded. He couldn't trust himself to speak, not when he was sure he would stumble over his words, not when he couldn't bring himself to string together a coherent sentence in your presence.

"What can I help you with today?" you asked, snapping your book shut and placing it on the table.

"Uh... What're you reading?"

You glanced down at your book before looking up to meet his eyes again. Blue, you thought, supressing a smile. Icy blue, but warm nonetheless—familiar in the way most things aren’t. "Wuthering Heights. You've never read it?"

He shook his head no. "Never been much of a reader, no. Is it any good?"

"It's one of my favourites," was your answer, watching as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The light caught the steel of the chain around his neck—the chain of one of those military-issue dog tags.

And maybe that was how it started—on that dreary cold Wednesday, when you'd stood next to the bookshelf by the window, telling him about your favourite book, but really all he could focus on was the late afternoon sun rendering the hue of your eyes several shades lighter, the soft slope of your nose, the fullness of your mouth. Every little detail about you was etched permanently into his mind—and he wanted to learn more.

He wanted to know everything there was to know about you.

It was about closing time when he decided he had to go. Not because he wanted to, but because he had promised he would have dinner with Sam and Steve. And as much as Bucky wanted to stay, he was a man of his word.

Which is why when he promised you he would come see you as soon as he finished reading the book, you knew he meant it.

—

And you were right.

Two days later, he was back.

It was raining that day, early in the morning when you were just about to open up. And there, standing under the awning in the freezing rain, was Bucky, the collar of his coat turned up against the wind, drenched to the bone.

"What're you doing here?" you asked, eyes wide.

"I just... I don't know," he said. Because he didn't. Bucky didn't even like books—but he did like being around you. There was a strange sort of calm about you, a sense of peace he'd only known in Wakanda. Around you, he was just Bucky—not Sargent Barnes, not the Winter Soldier—just Bucky.

He liked being just Bucky.

You shook your head, but he could've sworn he saw the corner of your mouth tilt upwards as you fished your keys out of your pocket and unlocked the door. "Well, come on inside. I'll turn up the heat and get you something warm to drink. Christ, Buck, you could get pneumonia or something.”

He only nodded once. It didn't matter that he wouldn't get sick—not when the serum in his veins healed his body faster than normal. It didn’t matter that even if he could sick, he wouldn’t have cared, not when you were looking at him like that, with concern in your eyes for something other than your own safety.

You had a coffee machine in the back room, you told him. He followed you, lingering in the doorway as you bustled about, humming a tune under your breath. He recognized it as a song from that one Marvin Gaye album Sam couldn’t stop talking about. He recognized it as a song he wanted to listen to for the rest of his life, if only you were the one singing it.

He recognized that, for better or for worse, you would be his undoing.

—

After that, he came to see you every day.

When the weather got colder still, he brought you steaming cups of hot chocolate from your friend Bella’s café down the street. And on the days when he didn’t, he would head into the back room and make you coffee. You’d never had to tell him how you took it—after that in the rain, he’d somehow remembered what you liked.

You weren’t about to tell him, but you remembered what he liked too.

It started out simple—plum cider that you found on your weekly trip to the farmer’s market. An old vintage copy of The Hobbit from the forties. Rubber silencers for his dog tags that he never used but carried around in his pocket anyway—until eventually, you had something new for him every week, some insignificant thing that he looked at with the kind of childlike awe that made your heart twist into knots in your chest.

He walked you home too. Every evening, with his hands stuffed in his pockets, slowing his stride so that he could walk alongside you. He would stand outside, across the street, hands in his pockets, waiting for you to walk into the apartment you shared with Bella. Only leaving when the lights came on and he knew you were safe.

Bucky wasn’t much of a talker—you learnt that about him. He would spend all day sitting quietly in a corner of your store, reading one of the books he found on the shelf of used copies you kept in the back of the room.

He seemed to love those used books more than the new ones—books someone had already read, books that had already been loved.

He felt a little that way sometimes, too. A little too used for love, not loved enough for use.

But never when he was with you.

And you—you were falling for Bucky Barnes. A little by little, day by day, without even realizing it—not until it all came rushing to you one afternoon, like a dam breaking, like the ocean of his eyes pulling you under, especially when you felt his gaze on you from time to time, watching you as you worked.

That afternoon, a new shipment of books came in. You didn’t even have to ask him for help—he was already on his feet, snapping his copy of Anna Karenina shut, mumbling a soft, “I’ve got it,” as you signed for the order. Hefted the two cartons of books like they weighed nothing at all, and carried them inside.

There was a strange tightness in your stomach as you watched him, standing in the middle of your store—the only thing the Battle of New York hadn’t taken away from you—and you wondered just how it took so damn long to realize that the feeling of familiarity didn’t lie among these books, but rather, in Bucky himself.

—

It was a slow day, so the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon restocking the shelves. He asked you about each of the books, watching your eyes light up as you talked about your favourite ones, until conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence, the two of you basking in each other’s company as you worked.

You didn't even realize how much time had passed until you heard the door open and your friend Bella breezed in. She'd been here the first day Bucky had walked in, had noticed the way your eyes shifted to him mid-conversation like you couldn’t focus on much else when he was around. “Ready for lunch, y/n?”

You looked at Bucky, opening your mouth to ask if he wanted to come along. Not because you didn’t trust him to be alone at the store, but because you wanted his company. Because being around him felt like coming home.

He only waved you off. "Go ahead. I've got plans with Stevie. I'll be here when you're back though."

You believed him. You believed that he would always be around, for as long as you wanted. And you wanted forever.

"Was that the guy from before?" Bella asked, looping an arm through yours as you left the store, walking down the street. She brushed her fiery hair out of her eyes, turning her head slightly to look at you, yellow-green eyes filled with curiosity. “What’s his name?”

"Bucky. He... He's a friend," you said.

"Well," Bella said. "He sure doesn't feel the same way."

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused.

"Y/n, he looks at you like you put the stars in his sky. Are you sure he's just a friend?"

"I... I don't know, Bella."

Because you didn't know what else to call him. Because you and him weren't friends in the way people usually are—you had always been more.

Bucky was always more.

—

"I've barely seen you," Steve said, picking up his can of Diet Pepsi and taking a sip. "Where have you been?"

"Around," Bucky mumbled. Because how could he explain why he was spending so much time at the bookstore with someone he'd only just met? How could he explain the magnetic pull he felt toward you, the inexplicable desire to just be around you?

How could he explain the way you made him feel like himself again?

But Steve knew. Steve always knew. He saw the growing stack of novels on his friend's bedside table, saw him reading at the kitchen table, book propped up against the jug of milk.

He also knew that all this was because of y/n. Because Bucky mumbled that name when he was too exhausted to even know what he was saying. Because Bucky talked in his sleep—and Steve could hear him calling that name through the thin walls that separated their rooms. "You've been at the bookstore?"

Bucky set his drink down. There was so use denying it—his friend would see right through him. Steve had known him for too damn long to believe in his lies. "She's so... I can't even put it into words. She makes me believe that there's good in this world. That all the things I did wrong don't even matter—not when I'm with her. It’s the way she looks at things, the way she’s capable of finding a little bit of good in everything. Like she found something good in me, Steve."

Steve knew it was true. Because he hadn’t seen Bucky this way for a very long time. Because he hadn’t seen that light in his friend’s eyes in a very long time, and ever since he met you, it hadn’t gone away.

—

Bucky had to leave for a couple of days.

He didn't tell you why—just that it was a work thing. How long would he be gone? He didn't know.

"I'll be back soon," he said. "I promise."

And he was. Five days later.

But Bucky was quiet—quieter than usual.

It was a Sunday, and you’d somehow managed to drag him along to the farmer’s market with you. He walked alongside you, hands in his pockets, like he was aching to reach out and touch you but desperately holding himself back.

He’d almost gotten himself killed on that mission.

You took up too many thoughts in his head, too much space in his heart. And when the bullet narrowly missed him, grazing his ribs, his only thought was whether or not you’d miss him if he was gone.

You deserved better than someone who’s life was tied to the death of others. Someone who didn’t have so much blood on his hands.

A few paces ahead of you, Bella walked hand-in-hand with Bucky’s friend Sam. You were glad that Bucky had introduced them, glad that Sam made Bella happy in ways you’d never really known or understood before.

“Look at them,” you said, watching with a smile on your face as Sam quietly slipped a couple of oranges into Bella’s bag. “They look real happy.”

Then, turning to look at him, you smiled, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Because you might deserve better, but he was selfish and stubborn, and the only thing he had wanted in so goddamn long was you you you.

“Go out with me,” he blurted, every thread of self-control he had so carefully cultivated to keep his head in your presence snapping. He felt like he was taken back to that December evening he saw you for the first time, when the words refused to leave his mouth, when you’d rendered him tongue-tied and helpless. Only this time, he couldn’t stop the words from coming out, not as he said, “One date, y/n. One date, and if you don’t have a good time, we can just forget it ever happened and move on.”

His heart shuttered when he saw the small frown creasing your brow, your voice soft as you asked, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want to do this for the rest of my life with you, y/n,” he said quietly. “But for now, I’ll take that date.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding slowly. “Okay, Bucky, I’ll go out with you.”

He couldn’t help it. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you to him, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around until you were both laughing, childlike and breathless, blissfully unconscious of the knowing look on Sam and Bella’s faces.

Because really, how could he see anything but you? You had been it from the first day he saw, and you were it now—a blessing, beautiful and true.

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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♡ — pairing: porco galliard x reader

♡ — tags/warnings: female reader, pegging, begging, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, teasing, face-sitting

♡ — a/n: @ofoceansandtombstones got me hooked on the idea of pegging porco and i just had to write about it. she also beta’ed this so mwah, thank you so much. also tagging @puppylcve because we’ve been obsessed with the idea for a few days now <3

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“I missed you so much,” you smiled, nuzzling your face on Porco’s neck. You’re laying in bed naked with him and even if it’s been hours since he returned after yet another battle as a Titan, you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. Your arm is draped across his waist, pulling him closer to you. Spooning him is your favourite position for when you’re resting after making love. You loved pampering him and leaving kisses all over his shoulders, making sure the big, strong man in your arm never doubted about how much you loved him.

“I missed you too,” he replied, taking one of your hands to his mouth and kissing it. Your grin got wider.

“Missed those kisses,” you said, making him chuckle. “This cheek,” you followed, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “This fucking jawline that could cut glass.”

Porco laughed louder as you kissed his jaw.

“This broad back that makes you look so strong...”

“I am strong, baby,” he corrected you. You ignored him.

“These abs… God, I seriously missed them, no joke,” you sighed, trailing your fingers on top of them. You noticed him flexing just a tad and did your best not to let out a laugh. “And of course this cute ass,” you added, grabbing a handful of his bottom and squeezing it. “It’s so cute, it’s an ass you just wanna peg.”

You felt Porco stiffening and then turning on the bed to face you.

“What?”

“I’m joking!” you quickly said, raising your hands in defeat. “I’m messing around, baby. I do love your butt, though.”

Porco let out a sigh and pulled you closer by your waist, making you wrap your arms and legs around his body.

“Okay, I was getting scared for a second there,” he admitted with a soft laugh.

“Don’t worry, babe. I know you wouldn’t be able to take it anyway.”

You couldn’t tell, but Porco was furrowing his eyebrows. What did you mean he wouldn’t be able to take it? It hurt his ego more than he wanted to show that you didn’t think he would be able to resist having you shoving something inside his ass. Sure, it wasn’t something he craved doing or had ever daydreamed about, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to take it. He could take it. He was a warrior, he had gone under training worthy of nightmares and he faced death every time he went to the battlefield.

Of course he could take something up his ass.

As he thought things over, you were already kissing his neck, sucking on his skin gently, leaving small purple marks only on the flesh that could be covered by his military uniform. Your hips were grinding with his, already getting him half-hard when he came back to reality.

Having his arm around your waist, Porco turned you both on the bed so you were on top of him. You straddled him comfortably, moving your mouth to his chest as you kept leaving tiny marks.

“I could take it,” he blurted. You hummed questioningly, not even bothering to look at him. You were in the middle of leaving a specially big mark in the middle of his chest and you couldn’t be bothered by anything else.

“Yeah,” you just muttered, soothing Porco’s skin with your tongue after being content with how big the mark was.

“I mean it. I could take you pegging me.”

You head shot up so fast your neck hurt. You blinked at him twice, feeling yourself pulsing at the mere thought.

“I’m sorry?”

“You said I wouldn’t be able to take it,” he reminded you. “I think I could. We should try it,” he said, a light blush on his cheeks as you tried to understand what was happening.

“Are you sure?” you asked in a small voice. “We don’t have to, Porco, you know it was a joke,” you assured him, trying to mask how excited you were at the idea.

Porco nodded.

“Yes. Let’s do it,” he said, confidence in his voice as he tried to sit on the bed. You giggled and pushed him back on the mattress.

“Easy there, warrior. We can’t just jump into it.”

“Why not?”

“I have to prep you first,” you explained, caressing his sides gently.

Porco raised an eyebrow. “Prep me?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Trust me on this, yes?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a warm smile. Porco nodded and you pressed a kiss on his stomach. “Just remember you can tell me to stop anytime.”

“Sure, sure,” your boyfriend dismissed you, eliciting a small laugh from you.

You started a line of kisses down Porco’s abs, to then move to his hips. You left a couple more marks there, grinning at your work once they were big enough. Settling between his legs, you took his cock and started pumping him, your eyes fixed on his. Porco let out a breathy moan at how your hand was moving. You knew exactly how to touch him and he loved you so much for it.

You closed your lips around the tip of Porco’s cock, sucking on it gently. He threw his head back, letting you work your magic. You took a long lick from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, where you swirled your tongue, loving the little moans your boyfriend was making. You went back to pumping his cock as you took more and more of him inside your mouth, massaging it with your tongue.

Noticing how turned on he already was, your hand travelled to his balls, feeling them up gently. Porco’s thigh tensed and he cursed under his breath, urging you to keep going. After a few moments, your fingers started trailing down even further, right until they reached his entrance. Keeping your eyes on him, you started circling his entrance gently.

Porco lifted his head to search for your eyes. While the image of you looking back at him, mouth full of his cock was definitely one of his favourite views, he was also startled by the new sensation you were providing. It didn’t feel wrong at all, but it definitely felt new. You pulled away from his cock with a small ‘pop’ sound and pressed a kiss on his hip.

“Told you we were going slow,” you told him, big eyes looking up at him. “Is this okay?”

Porco nodded. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Just… surprised.”

You took your index and middle fingers to your mouth and sucked on them, making sure not to break your eye contact with your boyfriend. You coated them with as much saliva you could, making sure they were basically dripping when you got them out of your mouth. You went back to sucking Porco while your fingers returned to his entrance, softly circling it, now coated with drool.

Your index finger pushed inside slowly, feeling him immediately clench around you. You made sure to keep sucking him just right, knowing it would help him with the new sensation. You moved the tip of your finger in circles, not pushing it further than your first knuckle. Porco was so tight, you could only wonder how it would be to actually peg him. Once he seemed to relax more, you pushed your finger further, slowly but steady until your index finger was fully inside him. You popped his cock out of your mouth and pressed a few kisses on his hip.

“Doing okay, baby?”

Porco raised his head to reply. “Yeah. Told ya’ I could do it.”

“I know,” you grinned. “It’s going to feel really good now. Just wait,” you winked at him.

You started pumping him again as he laid his head back on the pillow. Wanting to give your jaw a rest, you focused on trying to find Porco’s sweet spot. You let more saliva fall from your mouth onto your index finger and slowly started pushing it inside. When Porco tensed again, you started whispering sweet nothings against the skin of his hips, your hand never stopping its ministrations to his cock.

You took your time trying to ease it in, wanting it to be a pleasurable experience for him. While you could notice the tension of his muscles as the beginning, as time went by, you could listen to Porco panting and enjoying himself. Once both fingers were fully inside him, you started looking for his sweet spot. Carefully, you curled your fingers into a ‘come hither’ motion, moving them around ever so gently.

When you felt Porco bucking his hips against your hand with a loud moan, you knew you had found it. He gasped for air, grabbing the sheets underneath.

“What the fuck was that!?”

You giggled. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah, but-- fuck, that was…” his hips thrust against your hand again, making you smile proudly.

You kept teasing Porco brushing your finger against his prostate with gentle circles. You stopped every now and then, making sure you weren’t overstimulating him, taking into consideration it was his first time.

Porco’s moans became louder and more desperate as you drew small circles over his sweet spot. His hips were bucking into your hand desperately and he felt incredibly hard. You gave his cock a long lick from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue around it, tasting the precum already leaking.

“You look so pretty like this,” you commented, draping his cock over your lips as if you were using lipstick, leaving a small kiss on his tip before you went back to pumping him.

Porco’s chest was rising with every harsh breath he let out, hands gripping the sheets as tightly as he could. His knees were slightly bent as you kept pleasuring him, delicious moans coming out of his pretty lips.

Slowly, you took off your fingers and pulled your hand away from Porco’s cock. You crawled up back to him and watched what a mess he was, his face flushed red, his hair dishevelled and his pupils blown. You kissed him gently, letting him calm down again until his strong arms were around you once more.

“How was it?” you asked.

“Felt good. Like… uh, I had never done that before,” he admitted. “But that was really good, fuck…” he sighed.

“Since you liked the prepping, do you want to keep going?” you asked, letting your cheek rest on his hips, looking up to him. Porco raised his head immediately, meeting your eyes.

“That was just preparation? What’s next?” he asked, his eyes going wide.

You grinned, pressing yet another kiss on his skin. “Wait a minute.”

Crawling on your bed, you stretched yourself until you reached your nightstand. Seeing you in all fours, Porco slapped your ass playfully, smirking at you when you laughed it off. You kept on looking, shuffling every item in there and then hummed contently when you found it.

You took a box out and then sat next to your boyfriend, letting him see. He watched your movements as you opened the box and then took out a plastic light blue dildo.

Porco’s eyes widened.

“Babe, why do you have one of those?”

You leaned your head to the side, swaying the dildo in your hands.

“My boyfriend goes away a lot, sometimes for months. Can you blame me for missing him this much?”

“You- you use that on you?” he stuttered. You smiled and crawled back to him, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him. Porco kissed you back, his arms immediately around you and his lips soft as ever. You pulled away gently and then moved your lips close to his ear.

“On the nights where I really, really miss you,” you whispered, feeling his hold on you tighten and his cock hard against your thigh. “It’s not as big as you so it’s not the same, but it does the trick. At least until you get home,” you giggled, kissing his cheek.

When you sat back on his stomach, you saw Porco blushing furiously under you, no doubt picturing you using the dildo on you, fully naked and panting his name like a prayer. To keep him on his toes, you took the dildo to your mouth and sucked the tip gently, just like you had done with him earlier.

Porco’s hands went immediately to grab your hips, grinding against you as he couldn’t tear his eyes apart from the small show you were putting on for him. You gave the dildo’s full length a long lick, your eyes never leaving Porco’s hazel ones. When you pulled the toy away from your mouth, your boyfriend noticed the trail of spit joining your parted lips with the dildo.

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping your hips harder. He watched you as you carefully let spit fall on the toy, making sure it was wet and ready for what was coming next.

“Turn over, warrior.”

You sat next to Porco as he turned to lay on his stomach. You hovered over him and kissed his shoulder blades, caressing his sides lovingly and you drew a trail of kisses down his spine, stopping at his hips. You nipped his butt cheek playfully, feeling him startle underneath you. You let out a giggle.

“We can stop anytime,” you reminded him and watched him nod. You settled between his legs and stroke his thighs. “I’m going to need you to lift your hips just a bit,” you instructed.

Hesitantly, Porco did as told as you coated your fingers with drool again. This time it was so much easier to insert your fingers inside of him. You sneaked your other hand under his hips and started pumping him slowly, feeling him harden in your hand. Removing your fingers from his ass, you put on some more spit on the dildo before pressing it against Porco’s entrance.

Slowly, you started pushing it in, the little resistance that you encountered as first getting weaker and weaker as you kept going. You hadn’t been lying, the dildo was definitely smaller than Porco but it was bigger than your fingers. You knelt on the bed, sliding the toy in and out of your boyfriend as gently as you could, attentive to all his responses. The minute you heard him cursing under his breath you smirked, knowing the pain had mostly gone away.

You moved your left hand to steady his hip while the other kept pleasuring Porco with the toy.

“You’re such a good boy, taking it so well,” you cooed, shifting the angle of the dildo. He moaned loudly, burying his face in the pillow. Jackpot. “Hmm, it’s there, isn’t it?”

“Fuck-- baby, I--,” Porco’s incoherent pleas rile you up and now that you find it, you tease his sweet spot, changing the pressure of the dildo as it goes in and out.

“I don’t understand, baby,” you said, pulling the dildo halfway out. You watched him bucking his hips back, trying to fuck himself on it and felt yourself clenching over nothing. “Use your big words, c’mon.”

“Do that again,” he breathed out.

“What again? This?” you asked innocently, before pressing up the toy against his sweet spot again. Porco moaned loudly, gripping the sheets under him.

“Such a fucking tease,” he laughed in between his teeth, making you smile

“You love me for it,” you shot back, your left going back to stroke his length again. That only made him let out a whimper, his hips stuttering as you rubbed your thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the precum.

“Fuck, I do, I do,” he sighed in a hoarse voice. “I love you so fucking much, ah--” he moaned. “Please, please,” he begged, his breathing ragged and desperate.

Watching your boyfriend being so needy underneath you was sending bolts of pleasure directly between your thighs. To try and relieve the turmoil between your legs, you pressed yourself against your hand that was holding the dildo, the texture of the bottom of the toy stimulating your clit. You started moaning softly as you moved your hips in time with your hand, feeling every thrust you gave to Porco.

Grabbing the toy firmly, you moved it quickly inside of him, simulating a soft vibration right on top of his sweet spot. Porco’s legs collapsed, falling on the bed before lifting his hips again.

Looking over at him, you thought you had never seen him looking so beautiful. His lips were parted, eyes slightly unfocused and his tongue slightly lolling out of his mouth. Porco’s cheeks were pink as he grabbed the sheets for dear life.

“Fuck,” he cried out. His high-pitched moans were back, which you know only meant he was getting closer to his release. You loved how fragile and needy he sounded as he got closer to his orgasm, even when he was the one fucking you deep over a desk.

You slowed down your hand and went back to thrusting against him, loving how it was getting both of you off. You moved your left hand faster, aiding him to reach his orgasm.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” you praised him. “You like it when I fuck you like this?” you asked, thrusting particularly hard inside of him, making him whimper underneath you. “You do, huh?”

Your rhythm became slower and slower, making Porco buck his hips against yours, trying to keep you going.

“I didn’t catch that, baby. You need to tell me what you want,” you said, your fingers tapping gently along his cock, making him twitch.

“Please, fuck me, fuck-- fuck me, I’m so close,” he whined, his voice almost breaking at the end, desperate for release. With a winning smirk, you retook your pace on both your hands.

Your hips helped guide your hand as you fucked into him sweetly, making a mess out of the man you were in love with. A few more thrusts and he was crying out a broken moan, coming hard on your hand and on the sheets. You carefully removed the toy from him leaving it on the bed and slid your hand up and down his length, helping him ride out his orgasm.

Inevitably, he fell on the bed again. You took your hand away and sat next to him as he regained his breath. You caressed his back softly and placed a kiss between his shoulders blades. The action made Porco turn his head to you, a blissful expression that matched beautifully with the pink tint on his face.

“That was seriously... something else,” he said, laughing softly. You smiled at him and caressed his cheek with your thumb lovingly.

“Glad you liked it,” you replied with a smile. “You were such a good boy for me tonight,” you said, tapping softly the tip of his nose with your finger, watching him grin.

Porco put his big hand on one of your thighs, rubbing softly. He noticed you tensing under his touch, your body almost leaning in to his touch. “What about you?” he asked, his fingers tracing over your inner thighs, still wet from your arousal.

“Hmmm, don’t worry. You need some rest after what we did,” you tried to dismiss him, but his fingers kept sliding up, brushing softly against your folds. Porco didn’t miss the way you sighed, your body craving his touch.

“I know something we can do,” he smirked at you. You raised your eyebrow at him and watched him turn over, only a small uncomfortable gesture as he did so. Once he was laying on his back, he gestured to you to come closer. “Sit on my face, baby.”

“Porco!” you laughed at his blunt request.

“The only throne I can offer you for now,” he said with a wink and a smirk.

You shook your head, not being able to believe how in love you were with this man. You did as he told, straddling his face and letting him grab your hips and guide you to his mouth. Porco gave a long lick to your folds, making you shudder on top of him.

“Fuck, you are already so wet,” he breathed out hungrily as he pulled away for a moment, only to bury himself between your thighs again.

Porco flattened his tongue as he licked from your entrance to your clit, taking in all your release and swallowing. He was always crazy about how you tasted, never feeling as if he had enough of it. He circled your clit with his tongue, feelings your thighs clench both sides of his face. Putting his hands on your ass, he dug his fingers on your skin and moved you slowly, inviting you to ride his face.

Seeing you move over his face, Porco felt in heaven. He started sucking on your clit gently, making you cry out sweetly. He watched you from his position, back arched and your breasts bouncing as you moved your hips over his face. Long ago, Porco had understood he was at a chance of dying any time. And even if he managed survival, he only had so many years before his time was due. But it was moments like this, where he got to bring you so much pleasure than he thought maybe it was all worth it. He didn’t have to bother about anything else if he could have the most beautiful woman he had ever seen grinding on him.

It wasn’t long before you were coming all over his face, hips stuttering as he lapped on your clit helping you go through your orgasm. You moaned his name so beautifully that, if he wasn’t so drained, Porco would have considered going for another round. He let you ride his face until your orgasm was over and then watched you as you pulled away, laying on the mattress next to him, chest moving up and down as you tried to normalize your breathing.

“I love you,” you sighed dreamily, earning an honest chuckle from him.

“Love you too, baby,” he said, stretching out his arm and caressing your cheek with his knuckles gently. “Now come here because moving isn’t an option for me right now.”

You laughed and nodded, scooting closer until you were half laying on his broad chest, your head resting on his shoulder. You pressed a kiss on his cheek and whispered yet another love promise for him before closing your eyes, quickly falling into deep sleep.

Porco stayed awake a little while after you, watching the small details on your face. The small red mark near your nose and the mole hidden inside one of your eyebrows make him lift the corner of his mouth in a small smile. He truly thought about you every day he spent at the battlefield, a photo of you smiling brightly at him always sitting inside his left breast pocket.

He wished it would all end quickly. He wished the other nations could finally understand they would never beat Marley so he would not be forced to fight anymore. He was getting more and more tired of it as time went by. It was only in moments like this, when he got to hold your body next to him that he truly felt at peace.

Would it be too soon to ask you to marry him?

Porco smiled as he put a strand of your hair away from your face and in response, you snuggled closer to him. He draped a blanket over both your bodies before closing his eyes, drifting to an easy sleep.

Maybe he would have his answer when he woke up.

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matan4il · 3 years

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I wish S2 E5 got more attention, I know it was seasons ago but that was the episode I knew Buddie was endgame. It brought together 4 characters Buck, Eddie, Chim and Maddie and basically outlined their future dealings with each other as couples.

With Maddie, Chim had his dorky pop culture side that clearly made Maddie swoon. And Chim, like how do you not heart eye the adorable JLH. They clicked and you felt it.

With Buddie, its that jaws of life comment that made Eddie think he was the smartest dude in the room. Even when he walks in he just brushes past Maddie looking for plates for food. He has no idea Chim may have developed an interest, but he clearly has none. Then Buck basically assuming if you are talking about a hot guy in a room you clearly mean Eddie right?

Even though women have flown in and out they never loose their vibes in both couples. And it honestly says alot because of course everything Buddie related in the first 4 episodes was awesome, especially episode 4 with Carla. But it was 5 that made me realize OK, they really are gonna make Eddie distinctively different with Buck then anyone else.

Hi Nonnie! Oooh, I love this ask!

So, if we're gonna talk ep 206, which starts with Buck, Chim and Eddie helping Maddie move into her new apartment, then I can tell you I have screamed about it over here, as well as in other meta posts referencing back this dialogue, but I think you're right and I haven't talked about it enough. Because YES. It sets up this ongoing parallel between Madney and Buddie, and you're absolutely right. Not only is it SO telling that when Maddie says, "He's cute!" Buck's mind jumps directly to Eddie (confirming what Maddie said earlier in 204, that Buck has a "boy crush" on him), it's also so meaningful that Eddie is around this gorgeous, smart, funny, kind woman and yet the person he's completely wrapped up in is Buck...

And this ep is, ironically, the one where Taylor is first introduced! So it's explicitly established Buck thinks Eddie is cute before she even shows up. And when she does? That's the ep that gives us peak jealous!Eddie for the first time. Taylor talks to Bobby? Everything's fine. Taylor talks to Buck? Eddie right away struts over all territorial. It can't be just that he thinks Taylor isn't trust-worthy, or he would have come over when she was talking to Bobby, too!

I'll be honest, I didn't know yet during 206 if Buddie will be endgame. But by then, I knew I wanted them to be. I think some of the stuff I wrote about in my 204 meta (the way Buck and Eddie are so connected, and Eddie trusts Buck, letting him into his and Chris' life, the way Buck gives Eddie the perfect help that he wasn't even knowingly asking for) that's what already convinced me that whether they will be or not, they SHOULD be endgame. I still stand by that.

Thank you, Nonnie! I hope this answer was satisfying? Please feel free to let me know! Hope you have a great day! xoxox

And if you or anyone else is looking for my other ask replies, you can find them using my ask tag. xoxox

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mrvdocks · 4 years

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Streets

His phone pinged with another comment.

BobbyBaseCamp: You should fuck her.

Kurt had to do a double take. Surely there was no way Bobby had just asked him to make a whole sex tape.

There were other ways to become famous, Kurt thought.

But he was desperate. And Bobby needed content.

Warning: some choking, sexual encounter

As if this day couldn’t get any worse.

You knew if you were late to work one more time you would be fired and then you wouldn’t be able to make rent this week, and then the crippling feeling of adulting and being a massive failure would hit you during a 3 am binge of cheap wine. You’d already promised your roommate you’d pay them back but it just seemed like a shitty week.

Your car wouldn’t start, unsurprisingly, since it had been making all sorts of noises the day before. Add it to the list of things you’d have to inevitably pay for.

You sighed, bringing your phone out and going through the apps. Lyft? Too expensive right now. Uber? Too many creeps. Spree? It was some new rideshare app you never really paid attention to until now. But the sweet sweet price of a trip from your home to work was unmistakable.

You eagerly awaited your chariot to hell, eyes glued on the screen to the driver’s name. Kurt.

He’s there almost instantly, and you have to make the connection between driver and image just in case. You can never be too careful.

“Kurt?” You ask, bending to meet him at eye level from the outside.

A notification bar from the top of your screen indicates that your card was declined and so the Spree ride was canceled. Kurt’s name disappears from your phone. You grimace, looking back to him.

“You know what? It just canceled. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, I’ll get some other people today. No need to worry about it.”

You raise a brow. “Are you sure? I mean I’m sure there’s someone else who needs you right now.”

Oh but I do need you. He thinks.

He gives you a smile and waves your concern away. “Hop in! Don’t worry about it.”

In his head, he thinks this might work, no trail at all. No having to break into your phone and text or call someone about your whereabouts.

You hop in the backseat, finding solace in the silence for a few moments before Kurt turns to talk to you.

“Going deep huh?”

“Sorry?”

“I meant, you know, you were going to Vine and Hollywood. Must know some big people.”

You laugh nervously, most drivers wouldn’t make small talk with you sometimes. But that would stem from you not wanting to talk to them as much. Better to keep at your own business.

“Uh yeah I guess. Even if some of them are assholes sometimes.” You chuckle.

“You know anyone personally? Maybe you could get the word out for me. Have them tag me. My handle’s KurtsWorld96.”

You chuckled to yourself. This was Los Angeles after all, particularly Hollywood. Land of people who want to be a star by any means necessary.

“Yeah sure, I’ll bring it up sometime,” you say, bringing your attention back onto your phone to pass the time.

Before you can get a look into what’s new on your timeline you notice there are cameras everywhere in the car. One facing you, one in the back, two on opposite sides of Kurt and one next to you on the other seat. Oh geez.

Have you landed into a wrong ride share service? Was this a couch situation?

Kurt must’ve noticed your silent panic as he glanced at the mirror and pointed to his cameras.

“For safety.” He assured.

You nod understandingly.

You flip back to your phone, more aware of being filmed. You have to wonder if this footage were to get out if your employers will notice you called them assholes.

Kurt glances at his phone, seeing Bobby comment.

BobbyBaseCamp: This is boring.

BobbyBaseCamp: You have to do something WTF worthy!!

Kurt rolls his eyes. Though, he knew Bobby was right in some way. If he was gonna get anywhere with this live stream and get #TheLesson out there, he’d have to do something bigger than he had planned.

You’d been nothing but pleasant to him so far, and he’d been keeping an eye out on those waters that sat a mere few inches away from you.

His phone pinged with another comment.

BobbyBaseCamp: You should fuck her.

Kurt had to do a double-take. Surely there was no way Bobby had just asked him to make a whole sex tape.

There were other ways to become famous, Kurt thought.

But he was desperate. And Bobby needed content.

It didn’t hurt that you were attractive. And while it would’ve been a shame to kill you to further his agenda, for some reason he had to try to talk himself out of it. Maybe you had a boyfriend. Maybe he wasn’t your type. Maybe you’d freak.

Bobby’s insults swirled in his head and in the comment section.

Fuck it.

Kurt swerved into an abandoned parking garage, hidden from view. Either thing he had planned today could work here, he just didn’t know it would be something else entirely.

He gets out of the car, and you finally snap from your phone daze to notice you’re not where you’re supposed to be. If anything you were somewhat still far from work.

Your eyes meet Kurt’s own as he opens the door to your side. You’re visibly confused but nonetheless move backward which lets him lean into the back and close enough to you to hover over.

It doesn’t even register that he’s kissing you until you relax under him, hands coming up to his sweatshirt. You don’t push him away yet, but revel in how he slides in between your legs awkwardly and closes the door behind him.

It had been a while, and while you weren’t complaining, you didn’t really know Kurt all that well.

Pulling back to get some air, you have to ask. “You don’t have like anything right?”

You don’t think he gets it until he responds that he’s never really done this.

One night stands were reserved for nights, right? Not abandoned parking garages in Old Hollywood territory during daylight.

“I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He sighs, pulling back.

You don’t really know what to say. He wasn’t so bad looking. His appearance wasn’t too presenting. His hair wasn’t styled or cut, a little greasy maybe but he seemed sweet at first glance. Albeit a little socially awkward and persistent with his social following.

You answer him by lifting the ends of his sweatshirt up and over his head. He catches your drift and helps you, his tee going right after as your hands come down to his jeans. You pop the buttons, somewhat eager to unzip this complete stranger.

Kurt is faster, his fingers coming up to his mouth to lubricate. It’s the small things he’s trying to remember from porn.

Before you can get his pants down, his left-hand slides over your stomach and down into your own pants. You buck against his hand instantly, the feeling taking you by surprise and earning him a moan. You prop yourself up by your elbows and buck again, feeling his knuckle graze your most sensitive area.

He’s so focused on being able to sell this and you’re so entranced that you don’t notice when his other hand makes quick work under your bra. He squeezes lightly, thumb circling your nub. His other hand just pumping in and out of you painfully slow.

The oh so good feeling has you rolling back onto your back and moving closer to him to get the most out of his slender fingers.

The pornstar worthy moans make him smirk.

“Kurt,” you manage out, guiding him closer in between your legs and trying to get your damn jeans off.

He obliges, pulling your shirt up and over and letting it settle in the passenger seat where his camera was.

He’s quick at pulling your jeans and panties off, letting them fall somewhere in the pile. He dives back into you, legs fully spread, and locking him in. With one hand under the dip of your back and the other grasping onto your thigh roughly, he thrusts himself in, a deep grunt erupting from his chest.

He lets his head fall to the crook of your neck, muttering to himself. The feeling of you being so wet and tight makes his body go out of control. It’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced.

You whine as he pulls out, your arms coming up to wrap onto his torso and bring him as close as you can manage. It doesn’t feel fair, having you be naked all the way and him just halfway there but it doesn’t matter at this point.

He thrusts back in with abandon. Grunts, moans, and heavy breaths from both of you filling the car. He pulls your left leg up to his waist, angling himself close to where when he thrusts in again and again you clutch and scratch onto his back harder than before.

Your back arches with each hard and rough thrust he gives you, your legs close in on his lower back, trying to get as much of him as you can in you greedily.

He bottoms out, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, the action only intensifying what you were feeling tenfold. His lips leave yours and peck at your neck, collarbone, and breasts.

There was no way he was going to last long now. The feeling of you rocking and bucking to match his thrusts was euphoric and enough to make him come any second.

“Choke me.” You say breathlessly in between thrusts.

“What?” He’s out of breath as well and your request takes him by surprise but he complies and brings the hand that held your thigh to your throat. He presses his fingers down hard.

“Harder.”

Your hand reaches up to grasp his wrist as he grips your throat tighter than before. You smile in content, your eyes closing to revel at the moment.

Somehow the position of being in total control and having the opportunity to put you in some danger stimulated him even more. It fulfilled some primal desire in him.

If he couldn’t kill you, he’d have more fun edging himself.

“Don’t stop, oh god please,” you mewled, on the very cusp of release.

His fingers slipped back down in between your bodies, rubbing at you until you felt your eyes roll back.

Kurt felt close as you clenched around him. His thrusts became sloppy, the sound of skin against skin dying down. He let his head fall again, biting down onto your shoulder somewhat gently as his orgasm wracked through his body. The groan coming from him sent waves through your body and only added to your ecstasy.

But you weren’t done yet, lifting yourself and flipping the both of you over. Once you had him lying where you were, you rode out your high, grinding until you were nearly crying out from the overstimulation. The sight of him lost in pleasure, crying out and brows furrowed was a sight you knew you wouldn’t forget.

Your orgasm leaves you shaking like never before. You collapse on top of him soon after, satisfied. You almost would’ve initiated another round but instead reached for your discarded phone on the floor.

The time nearly made you jump out of the car naked, you were five minutes late.

“Shit!” You jumped, lifting yourself up and letting his cock fall back against his lower belly. “I’m late.”

As though he too was alarmed and more aware of what he just did, he sat up and you both rushed to get your clothes back on. He glanced at his phone, seeing the notifications from Bobby blowing up one after the other.

He might have to ask Bobby not to release this.

“I got it,” Kurt said, returning to the driver’s seat in a second and turning the car back on.

You fixed yourself up again, trying not to look like you just had sweaty spontaneous sex with your driver like some kind of tacky porno. All eyes would be on you.

Kurt drove like a madman and braked hard as he parked right outside the building of where you worked.

You gathered your things and rushed out of the car before turning back to bend to Kurt’s window again. “Do you have a pen?”

Kurt passed you one but instead of writing on paper, you used it to write your name and number on his hand.

Were you really giving this guy your information? He wasn’t such a bad lay, to be honest.

Feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks you smiled, “Maybe you can come over or something.”

Clearly flustered but still appreciative, he smiled back that innocent charming smile.

With that, you headed into work running and trying to come up with an excuse. Completely unaware of what was about to go down that day. Oblivious to the truth about your new crush until you went onto social media later on.

#spree #spree 2020 #kurt kunkle #joe keery #kurt kunkle x reader #joe keery x reader #anyway sorry if this is trash I really needed to vent this lol #smut #idk your consensus here but dc’s streets song really made me think of Kurt

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bubblegum pop

requested: no

group: twice

pairing: sana x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: rich girl!sana, college!au, cashier!reader.

warnings: none

synopsis: An unfortunately hostile encounter with the school’s sweetest rich girl might just lead to more than you ever expected.

a/n: inspired by @pearicot‘s mean girl rosie series! (by the way, i’m not trying to feed into the “dumb sana” stereotype with this; i just thought that her personality fitted the character i was trying to achieve! does anyone wanna request continuations or scenarios in this universe 👀

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Something about Mondays the week of finals always got you in a bad mood, especially when you had to work double shifts at the same stupid ice cream shop you’d worked at for the past 2 years of college.

So maybe, just maybe, there was reasoning behind you snapping at the love of your life during your first meeting.

Actually, there really, really wasn’t.

There were plenty of mean girls on campus who you wouldn’t regret yelling at whatsoever, but you just happened to blow up at one of the considerably nicer rich girls.

Minatozaki Sana didn’t mean anything bad when she innocently held out a hundred dollar bill to pay for a $5 ice cream. She didn’t mean to seem pretentious, nor did she mean to mock you and your minimum-wage job, but you just so happened to take it that way.

“Really? You have to rub it in my face like that?”

Sana stared at you, the money that she held out wavering in the ear. “Sorry?”

Pinching the space between your eyebrows, you huffed out an exasperated breath. Luckily, there was no one else in the shop about to witness the stupidest meltdown of your life. “You think I don’t know that I’m poor? It’s five dollars for God’s sake, no need to bring out the big guns. Oh, or are you doing this to avoid seeming more pretentious with your daddy’s black card?”

The brunette’s hand retreated quickly, the heels of her Louboutins clacking softly against the pastel-toned linoleum of the ice cream shop. Fuck, you hated that linoleum. “I... I didn’t mean any of that, I swear! Um, is there an ATM near here?”

Once again, the girl meant well, and you took it badly. You scoffed, glaring disbelievingly at her. Some part of you was screaming out that you were putting your entire job at stake, and your morals as well, but you disregarded any common sense remaining in your brain. “An ATM for 5 bucks? Dude, just don’t.” Dipping your hand into the tip jar, you scrounged out a lousy crumpled bill and threw it down on the counter, shoving the bubblegum-flavored sweet to Sana. “Okay? Now get out, I don’t want to see your privileged ass anywhere near here.”

The dense gray clouding your mind somehow missed the hurt expression on the girl’s face as the staff door swung open. Wendy’s hands, though gentle on your shoulders, shoved you behind her with surprising force. “I am so sorry, Sana, it’s finals week. Surely you can understand? The ice cream’s on the house.”

“No, of course it’s okay!” Sana sounded genuine enough, that was for sure; you caught her glancing worriedly at you a couple times, nothing malicious whatsoever in her eyes. “I can pay though, are you sure?”

“I’m sure. See you in class,” Wendy called out, smiling all the while until the girl disappeared into the Lamborghini parked by the curb. As soon as that happened, she turned back to you, concern tugging at the corner of her lips. “Y/N...”

“Yeah, I know,” you mumbled as you crossed your arms. Already, you were regretting what you said, though you were far too stubborn to actually apologize on the spot. “No arguing with customers about capitalism. Sorry, Wendy.”

The girl bit her lip, scanning the store to make sure that there wasn’t about to be an influx of customers. Usually she enjoyed working with you; you just had absolutely terrible mood swings sometimes, and those days were nothing short of hellish for her to deal with. “Just head home. Focus on your finals, and come back next week. Okay?”

You hesitated to agree, knowing that you needed the money, but the grim expression on Wendy’s face told you that you had no other option. “Okay. Sorry.”

As you snatched up your stuff and shoved the door to the street open, you missed the sight of Sana watching you through the tinted windows of her 6-figure car.

“Really? Sana?”

“I know,” you groaned, biting down on the plastic spoon in your mouth. The flavor of the month (the only one you could eat completely free) lingered unpleasantly on your tongue, the taste of it oddly salty. “She was so nice about it, too.”

Jeongyeon and Mina exchanged glances, not touching their respective cups of “Ocean Caramel” either. It was extremely kind of them to come and accompany you on the slow days, both of them even offering to suffer through the gross ice cream with you. “If it was Park Roseanne I might understand, but Sana,” Mina winced. Jeongyeon nodded in agreement; after all, everyone on campus knew about the reputations of Roseanne and Sana.

On one end of the “rich girl” spectrum, Roseanne was quite possibly the bitchiest one of all. She and her Bugatti Veyron, the college upgrade from her old McLaren, absolutely weren’t to be messed with. People who went to high school with you often told story of the G Wagon she smashed, the locker room she lit on fire, and so many other horror tales of a spoiled girl gone wild. You were sure that had you gone off on her, even Wendy wouldn’t have stopped you.

But on the other end, Sana was notoriously kind. Sure, her family raked in an income close to that of the other girl’s, and her wardrobe was just as expensive, but she made a point to donate to charities every time she went shopping. She tipped in the hundreds, and she didn’t ever ask for her designer clothes back when she lent them to strangers. She paid any dinner bill in full when she was there, and sometimes even when she wasn’t invited.

No one was entirely sure about the relationship between the two, but Roseanne seemed to hate Sana more than she did other people. The two fought publicly occasionally, but Sana’s kind heart made it so that even Roseanne couldn’t carry a fight very long. She didn’t respond to insults, it seemed, nor did she ever seem to actually take them personally.

Stirring her half-melted soup, Mina continued, “Hopefully she doesn’t hold it against you. She doesn’t seem like the type, but...”

Jeongyeon shook her head, opening her mouth just as the doorbell rang. You froze when you looked up to find a designer-dressed bombshell, a sweet smile outlined in Chanel Rouge Allure. She looked completely out of place amidst tired college kids spending their last paycheck on ice cream, white gauzy sleeves and blue dress shimmering under LED lights. If you were being honest, you’d say that she was the most beautiful person you’d seen in your life, but you were always well versed in lying to yourself. “Y/N, you better go.”

“Why?” you whined, pouting at your much more responsible friends. They ignored your puppy face, though; Jihyo was usually the only one you could sway, Momo sometimes if she was feeling merciful. “I’m on break.”

“Only when there’s no customers,” Mina argued, shoving you to stand. Jeongyeon smiled at you, waving you away. “Go, and don’t screw it up this time.”

You forced a smile onto your face when you reached the counter, bowing and adjusting your name tag. “Hi, what can I help you with today?”

“Hi, Y/N!” Sana grinned, bowing back. The fact that she remembered your name only made your guilt worse; if she forgot who you were, you could at least pretend that she didn’t remember the incident at all. “Ah, could I have the same thing as last time? Bubblegum Pop ice cream, on a sugar cone today. 3 scoops?”

Nodding, you moved to open the case, avoiding the girl’s gaze as you did. “Of course.” She was quiet at that, staring at the ceiling so as not to rush you. Without prompting, you blurted, “I’m... I’m really sorry about last week, by the way. I don’t know what I was thinking, blowing up at you like that.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay!” she protested, waving a manicured hand in the air. “I promise I understand you. We all have our bad days.”

You wanted to apologize again, if just to assuage your guilt, but you held off on it, joking, “How do you deal with them? Yell at Gucci assistants?”

Sana looked honestly offended as she accepted the cone proffered to her, eyes widening in shock. “I’ve never done that, I swear! Besides, I don’t like Gucci much.”

A light smile quirking at the corners of your lips, you handed the receipt to her as well. She didn’t ask for it, probably not caring about the measly price or having the space for it in her tiny bag, but took it anyway. “I’m sure you don’t. Your total is $5.23, will that be cash or card?”

“Cash!” She held out a 10 dollar bill, pride shining behind that gorgeous face as you raised your eyebrows in surprise. When your hands brush together, you were reminded of how much better she was than you, how you probably weren’t worthy at all to be touching her with your shop-issued baseball cap and grimy apron. But Sana doesn’t seem to mind, still smiling that airy smile at you and not moving away. She broke your stare by offering, “I don’t want to sound rude, but keep the change.”

“Not rude at all,” you fully laughed that time, dishing out the remainder to stuff in your tip jar. You still felt terrible that she felt the need to apologize about such a normal comment, asking, “Are you sure it’s okay? You can have this one free too, if it makes up for me shouting at you...”

Sana shook her head, sugary light pink already mixing into her lipstick. She walked away, still waving with that gorgeous smile on her face. “It’s okay. I’ll see you soon, Y/N, you look really pretty today!”

Turning back to your friends, you whispered, “Damn. She’s really nice.”

You planned on spending your one day off from school and work cozied up with a good book and your favorite hot drink, but you supposed that getting into a fight with Park Roseanne wasn’t the worst way to go either.

As soon as you entered campus, book in hand and blasting music in your earbuds, you found a crowd of at least 3 dozen people right in front of the library building. It was unlike you to butt into others’ business, especially when it might lead to a ruined day, but Roseanne’s voice carried loud over the hushed whispers of everyone else. “--huh, Sana?”

It wasn’t any of your business, but for some reason, Roseanne’s tone when saying Sana’s name angered you immensely. Frowning, you shouldered your way through the crowd. The closer you got to the center, the more expensive the clothing that brushed against your own rough jean jacket was, cotton and leather becoming silk and velvet. You originally planned to just fit in with the other spectators, but with a shove at the small of your back, you were thrust into the center too.

To your shock, Sana’s eyes were red and shining with tears, the tip of her nose cherry-colored as well. Her head was almost bowed as she stared at her shoes, but she looked up to you when you almost bumped into her. You stuttered out, “H-hey. What’s going on?”

Instead of an explanation from the Japanese girl, though, your gaze was drawn to the blonde across the courtyard. “Didn’t you hear? Little Miss Perfect here got broken up with,” Roseanne scoffed, an infuriating smirk on her perfect face as she tilted her head at you. “By a future CEO, no less. I guess she isn’t a gold-digger, or maybe there’s some other reason that he didn’t want her anymore.”

Your hand shot out to protect Sana, a scowl making its way onto your own face. “Excuse me? From my standpoint, any future CEO is still way outta her league, so forgive me for doubting that he’s the one who didn’t want her. You’re the one dating someone who makes a tenth of what you do.”

Roseanne rolled her eyes, lips thinning. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that, Y/L/N, or you’ve got another thing coming. There aren’t many lesbians in this damn school.”

“You know me, don’t you?” Sana’s voice was wavering as she spoke, but it was strong enough to echo in the courtyard. To your surprise (and somewhat satisfaction), the blonde girl’s eyes widened as Sana stood forward, her lips jutting forward. “That’s why I’m not dating him anymore. I like girls, too.”

Somehow, you’d never expected that Sana was attracted to girls, but it made perfect sense. An irrational part of you wanted to cheer, but instead, you forced yourself to speak.

“R-right.” You continued to glare at Roseanne, who finally seemed to be speechless. “Yeah, so how come you’re tearing Sana down? We should be supporting each other, but you’re being so rude to someone so kind, and that says all I need to know about you.”

Reaching out, you latched onto Sana’s upper arm and pulled her out of the circle, people parting to let the two of you through as Roseanne wasn’t able to conjure up something to respond with. You didn’t stop walking until there was only silence surrounding you under the shade of a swaying tree, finally stopping to let the girl sit. “Are you okay?” you asked, brow furrowed as you knelt to be mostly face-level with her.

Somehow, there was a smile on her face; a slightly snotty smile, but nonetheless the most beautiful one you’d ever seen in your life. You ignored the uncomfortable leap of your heart when you reached out to take her hands into your own, somehow forgetting about the hostility you’d felt towards her from the beginning. “You- you stood up for me.”

“Yeah. I did, I guess,” you shrugged, smiling slightly. “I’m sure that was rough, though, to come out. How’re you feeling?”

“Honestly, much better,” Sana sighed. She leaned back, fingers curling slightly around yours as the afternoon sun shone golden brown in the locks of hair spread out on her shoulders. “It was good to get it off my chest. I didn’t even know you were into girls, you know.”

Reaching up to scratch your head, you chuckled, “Well, I am, if it makes you feel any better. What happened between the two of you, by the way? She seems to hate you so much.”

The girl laughed, as bubbly and airy as her regular voice. “I may or may not have dated her girlfriend before. But it was a long time ago, and I’m still friends with her! Roseanne just can’t forgive me.”

You feigned shock, swatting at her arm. “How terrible of you! I’m so disappointed.”

You were stuck simply smiling at each other for a good minute or so before you looked away, picking at your shoelace for something to do. “So. Uh, Roseanne knew the whole time?”

“She did,” Sana confirmed, nodding. “She just never talked about it.”

“Well, it’s good to know that she isn’t the only other one in the school with me,” you sighed, sitting back on your heels.

Sana lurched back forward, hands clasping together at her chest. “Then we should celebrate! We can go shopping or something, and we can just be happy that we aren’t alone anymore.”

It suddenly struck you how quickly you could change the girl’s entire outlook, a smile coming onto her face with no effort from you whatsoever. But even more surprising, you smiled even larger than she did just looking at her.

Laughing, you sat back on your heels and shook your head lightly. Seeming to take it as a rejection, Sana’s eyes widened. “Oh, only if you want to, of course! We can go wherever you want, we don’t even have to go shopping if you don’t want to!”

“No, we can go shopping,” you answered, reaching back over to squeeze her hand and pulling her up with you when you stood. “Come on, then. Let’s go celebrate.”

Sana wasn’t a great driver, but you didn’t expect much else. You were practically sick to your stomach by the time that you reached the mall, face green as you swayed out of the car.

“Ah, Y/N, I’m sorry!” Her hands rubbed lightly at your back as you squatted in the parking lot, fist held tight to your mouth. It wasn’t like you were actually going to throw up, but you didn’t want to risk ruining the girl’s expensive shoes. “I’ll let you drive next time.”

Next time? you wanted to ask. But you managed to stand, nodding quickly to ease Sana’s worry. “Yeah. It’s fine, I’m fine. Should we go?”

Immediately, she latched onto your hand, swinging between the two of you as she started to rush forward. “H-hey, lock your car first!”

Sana had unsurprisingly expensive tastes, but also surprisingly understated ones. She was fun to shop with, that was for sure- she loved to offer you clothes and also to offer to pay for them, but you didn’t necessarily hate a pretty girl telling you you’d look gorgeous in a certain sparkly dress.

She didn’t do any of the typical stuck-up things you expected her to- Sana carried her own bags, and she never forced you to follow her instead of doing what you wanted to. She did like to try on outfits and show them to you, but that could be ignored when it was just another opportunity for you to stare at her.

Eventually, you ended up having ice cream at one of the stores in the mall. You balked at the price, but Sana swiped her credit card without hesitation. “I have to admit, this bubblegum doesn’t taste as good as yours,” she pouted.

Chuckling, you savored the rich flavor on your own tongue. “You should’ve picked an expensive flavor then. Vanilla and chocolate are always good in these kinds of stores.”

“You know a lot about ‘these kinds of stores’ for someone who claims to be poor,” she teased, eyes widening as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-”

“Nah, it’s fine,” you smiled, leaning on your palm. “I’m good with it, since we’re friends now.”

Sana grinned at that, her eyes curving charmingly. “We’re friends? Most people don’t want to be friends with me, I’m really glad you’re willing to.”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

Looking down for once, the girl mumbled, “They say I’m dumb. You know that everyone says I’m nice, but they also think I’m dumb because I pay for everything. I just want to be kind, but no one takes me seriously.”

A wave of guilt rushed over you for previously feeding into the stereotype. The more time you spent with Sana, the more you realized that she was as brilliant as any other, and far more kind. “Well, that’s stupid. You are kind, Sana, and you’re amazing. I’m lucky to be your friend.”

She clasped your hand over the table, soft skin warm over yours, pink flushing in her pale cheeks. “Thank you, Y/N. You know, this is the best time I’ve had in a while. My boyfriend didn’t even listen to me this well,” she laughed.

Despite the fact that she treated it as a joke, you felt horrible. She was all too used to thinking the worst about herself and not believing that she was worth any better, and that was the worst possible thing you could imagine for a girl with a heart of gold. Jabbing your spoon into the remaining ice cream, you blurted, “Then go on a date with me. A proper one, not just a normal hangout like this.”

Sana instantly blushed, looking down as if it’d hide her face at all. But she missed the heat that rose to your cheeks too, the nervous biting of your lip as you waited for a response. “I would love nothing more,” she smiled, her eyes shining brilliantly. “And I can’t wait.”

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