#dutch kissing dolls

[jaubaius]

Kiss by kiss

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[dilfssleepingbag]

Dutch Van der Linde NSFW HCs:

Minors Dni!

Fem ‘reader’

Calls you “darling”, “sweetheart”, “doll” and “love”

He loves spanking you. You wanna act like a brat? Alright, you will get treated like one (he sometimes leaves his rings on) “someone seems to have forgotten their manners. Don’t worry, doll..I shall teach you a lesson you won’t forget so easily” “who do you think you’re talking to like that, huh? Need me to put your mouth to better use?”

He enjoys to see your skin turn red under his touch, especially when the shape of his hand imprints on your butt (or face)

Has a daddy kink/ authority kink. He feels a surge of power and dominance whenever you call him “sir”, “daddy” or even “Mr Van der Linde”. “Yeah, that’s right, doll. Let them know who your daddy is”

Smokes one of his cigars after he successfully railed your brain into another dimension (he wouldn’t smoke around you if you dislike the smell)

His fingers…hdhjwbd… he def knows what he’s doing with them- like- just look at them and yk what I mean

He’s a big fan of orgasm denial “don’t cum until I give you permission, darling”

However…should you cum before that he will overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging for him to stop “oh? I thought that’s what you wanted, sweetheart. So take it and handle it like a good girl”

He usually has to cover your mouth in order to silence your moans and cries or the whole camp would hear you “ssh, you want everyone to hear your lewd sounds?” And you’d just nod and have him chuckle darkly “dirty girl”

One of his favorite positions is cowgirl. Dutch enjoys to see you flustered when he looks down at you and enjoys how it makes you look away. “ah ah, eyes back on me” he’d say as he grabs your face and turns it back in his direction.

He also loves to see you struggle to make yourself cum on his dick. Either your legs fail you or his dick just doesn’t hit the right angle “what’s wrong, doll? Need the old Mr. Van der Linde to help you out?”

He’ll make you cum one way or another. Dick, mouth, fingers. You name it, you receive it (but only if you’ve been a good girl)

Dutch is good at eating you out, the prickling of beard only adds to the sensational feeling he gives you and you buck your hips to get more of that.

He also enjoys you riding his face. The first time he told you to do so you got all embarrassed and tried to refuse his offer by saying that you’re too heavy and could suffocate him. He just grabbed you and positioned you over his head “will you sit down, girl? It should be considered an honorable death if I die by eating your cunt.”

If you were to suck him off he will make sure to humiliate or mock you before that. Dutch will slap his dick on your cheek and lips while looking amused “oh? You want it that bad, huh? I don’t see you making any efforts to earn my dick yet though. Keep begging, darling” (would smoke one of his cigars while he looks down at you (unless you hate the smell))

If you finally get what you longed he will tell you to thank him “darling, where are your manners, huh? Say ‘thank you, daddy’” (he will mock you for thanking him “what are you thanking me for, doll? Tell me why you’re thanking me”)

Dutch will throw your legs over his shoulder and fuck you hard and deep. He will place kisses on your ankles when he slows down and looks at your flushed face “taking me so well, darling”. He would lean forward and press your legs closer to your body as the mating press position allows him to slide deeper. “You like that?” He would press his hand down on your abdomen before playing with your clit with his other hand. “Aww look at you, doll. Such a cockdumb little slut”

He is also quite fond of choking you. Breathplay shows him how much you trust him and he’s easily turned on by that.

He likes marking what’s his. You will wake up with hickeys and bite marks on your tits, hips and inner thighs (he’s too much of a gentleman and saves you the embarrassment to walk around with hickeys on your neck..tho the camp most likely knows already what you did last night) And damn, will he be proud of looking at them the next day

He will praise you by calling you his “good girl” or saying “that’s it, you’re doing so well for me”, “that’s my girl, keep going”, “got myself such a good little whore, didn’t I?”

He’s good at aftercare. Makes sure to hold you close and place kisses on your head and forehead. His hands run soothingly over your legs all while he whispers sweet nothings into the depths of night

Some ppl who were interested in reading the hcs:

@photo1030 @pigeonsareevil @laureliciousdefinition @roamingtigress

[elfven-blog]

Not nearly enough

 Summary: You help show Arthur the fun he’s missing out on while on look out

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

CW: MDNI, 18+, Blowjob, public

Word count:1.3K

It’s nights like this that you love the most, sure the atmospheres a little more sombre than before but nearly the whole gangs here. You can see them all, those who matter are right in your eyesight, gathered around the same campfire as you. The warmth of the flames heats your frozen skin and with Javier’s soothing music playing as the background noise to the chatter flowing around, it almost feels like before. Almost.

You’re talking to Hosea as he regales some old fix from when it was just him, Dutch and Arthur, long before they’d even picked John up. The girls were hanging onto his every word, especially Sadie who seemed to have been able to smile a bit more now. A laugh sounds through the camp as a part about Arthur falling over his own feet during the moment is told by Hosea, your eyes finding the very man and where he sits. Away from the others as he keeps guard in the trees, and you can’t help the way your eyes slide down from his back to his thighs.

The fire didn’t make it all the way over there, and you had to squint slightly to make out his silhouette. Your eyes darted back to everyone else before you stood up, Karen winked at you having noticed where your attention had been drawn to as your cheeks dusted pink and with a roll of your eyes your feet took you in the direction of your favourite outlaw.

He notices you immediately, head turning slightly to let you know he’s aware of your presence before he turns back to keeping guard. Being away from the fire causes you to notice that it’s colder than you thought, and you contemplate going back to the fire, but the way Arthur’s sleeves are rolled up make you forget that idea. You notice that you really can’t see the camp so much from here, and you take Arthurs hand in your own to tug him a little further away.

“Where you taking me darlin’? Meant to be lookout while you lot have your fun” his voice sends shivers down your spine at the husk of it, his accent doing wonders on the fantasies in your mind. You squeeze his hand and stop where the trees offer more coverage. When you finally turn to look at him, he notices how your pupils have swallowed the colour of your eyes, a grin growing on his face as his other hand takes your chin in his fingers “How much you had to drink?”

The corners of your own mouth turn up as your tongue darts out to wet your lips “Not nearly enough” you earn a chuckle out of him as he leans down to press his mouth to yours. Tongue licking past your lips, and you suck on it as saliva drips down your chin from the messy kiss. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you before it pops from the distance “Thought I’d help you have some fun, unfair if we’re the only ones having it”.

Arthurs eyebrow raises at your words, his thumb pressing against your chin as his eyes darken and he rolls his neck, “Not too much doll, still gotta make sure I’m payin’ some kind of attention” You nod your head a little before dropping to your knees, and Arthur takes a breath at the sight. One of his favourite views of you, on your knees, ready to do what ever he wanted you to.

Hands make quick work of unbuckling and pulling Arthurs pants down, resting them on his thighs and just below his balls. His cock is already starting to fill out against his thigh as you spit onto your hand and move your thumb across the tip. A low groan leaves Arthur at the feeling of your hands, and his hand moves to rest on your head as you press wet kisses to his cock. You move lower, tongue licking a strip from the base to the head, and you gather the precum on your tongue before wrapping your lips around him.

Grunts fall from his lips as you work him into your mouth, his hand tangling into your hair to push you further down and take more into your throat. “Such a good girl, takin me so well” His words cause a whine to rise in you, hands clutching at his legs to keep you steady as your own thighs press together and slick drips out of you “Jus’ let me stay like this, keeping me nice and warm” He holds your head where it is as his hips move to thrust his cock in and out of your throat.

His pace speeds up and your eyes close as you focus on trying not to gag from the stretch of your jaw, the grip he has on your hair is almost punishing as he seems to lose himself like this. Praises and grunts falling from his mouth, “Gonna let me fuck that pussy next, sweetheart? Yea you will, let me stretch it till it remembers only me, ruin you for anyone else”.

You feel as his cock jerks inside your mouth, and your fingers scratch at his legs when there’s tears gathering in your eyes. He pulls back to let you try and gather your breath before he’s slapping his cock against your cheek and smearing the mix of saliva and precum that’s leaking from his tip “Open up again, you got something to swallow” and you look up at him with dazed eyes as your tongue lolls out of your open mouth.

Arthur’s pushing back into your mouth with a low moan as he sinks into the warmth of your throat again. One of your hands moves from his thighs to massage at his balls, drawing another moan from him as his head tilts to the sky. Your hand rolls his balls gently in your hands, and his hips jerk forward causing you to gag around him “Shit, sorry darlin’ just, fuck” as his speaks you notice how big and heavy they’ve gotten in your hand, and you move yourself to take the rest of his cock into your mouth as you squeeze at them. Nose pressed against the mess of pubic hair, your tongue running against the vein on the underside of his cock as it kicks in your mouth.

Your own moan leaves you, and you glad your noises are muffled. Arthurs hips continue bullying his cock inside your mouth as wet sounds ring out around the both of you, having given up on trying to be quiet at this point. Arthur looks down at you as he fucks his cock past your lips, your saliva drooling down your chin and the stretch of your jaw causing an ache to build. His cock kicks again, his hand buried in your hand pushing your further down as your hands grip at his thighs and ropes of hot salty cum spill down your throat with a grunt from the man above you.

His grip releases on your hair as he leans against a tree behind him, but you wait a moment before licking at his softening to dick to make sure its all clean before you stand up and wipe the drool from your chin. “Was that fun enough for you, Arthur?” He shakes his head and laughs at you lightly, moving to pull his pants back up before bringing you in for a slower kiss.

“Not nearly enough,” He repeats your earlier words “You best be waiting in my tent when I finish, ain’t done with you yet” his words travel straight between your thighs and you nod at him, pressing another kiss to his lips before walking off to join the others again.

Karen raises an eyebrow and mirth fills her eyes; you shake your head at her almost pleading as she shrugs her shoulders.

You couldn’t wait for Arthur to be off guard duty.

[literaila]

Still thinking about the recent update to the family gojo fic and that distinct moment when the reader is hurtled back into the reality that megumi is capable of sorcery and that fact that he's growing up... Devastated. That innate feeling of wanting to keep these kids small and close but inherently it's a part of the reader that wants to keep things as they are.. To prevent any more change. God to think one day megumi will grow up and outgrow readers bed, their comforting arms and the forehead kisses.. That's the reality.

Its making me unWELL 🤕😵‍💫

ugh you understand reader like i do

but, let’s be real, megumi will not grow up if i have anything to say about it.

i know it seems like satoru’s the only one that gets on megumi’s nerves (with good reason) but you’re very fond of cheek pinching.

especially when his hair is in two dutch braids that you instructed tsumiki on, little baby hairs curled against the nape of his neck.

“what a doll,” you say to her, pressing your cheek against his to grin. “my little baby. this is going in the photo album.”

“please no,” megumi groans.

“can we put a bow in it?” she asks you, giggling as she bounces on the heels of her feet.

“what color?”

“no bow.”

you move, both pouting at him. “but it’d look so cute,” you say to him, pleading, just as tsumiki goes “please, megumi…” with an evil look in her eyes.

he sighs, rolling his eyes. there’s a beat, then he crosses his arms, sighing again. his brows are much more expressive without his bangs to cover them.

you smile at him, nudging your shoulder against his.

“fine.”

“yay! how about green? or blue, like your eyes?”

“get both,” you say, because might as well.

(satoru was banned to the corner after he tried to sneak up and undo the braid while it was happening, he laughs giddily at megumi as the boy sends him pleading looks which satoru returns with a wink)

[monsterbeetlebug]

Never steal from Micah Bell

Fem reader

Tw: mentions of guns, violence, fire, blood, sexual tension.

Tilly came running into camp. She was full of panic. Eyes vide and out of breath. She started screaming that you had been kidnapped by a gang. They had been after all of you for some time. They managed to get their hands on you wanting to get info on where the Van der Linde gang was residing. Everyone dropped their stuff and came running to Tilly. Asking of everything she knew. Miss Grimshaw took her away to clean her up as the fellers started talking. Dutch, Hosea and Arthur was scrambling about to gather their stuff. They quickly turned around when they heard the sound of hoves racing away. They all stood frozen looking confused between each other as Micah raced away. He had never shown any interest or care to save anyone but himself. Micah rodes as fast as he could. Rage was fueling him. The reflection of the sunset was like flames in his eyes. There was no mercy to be shown. Nobody who steals from Micah Bell had a life ahead of them. His laugh erupted. He felt like he would go insane if anything happened to you. "Ain't no one stealin from me who gets to stay alive."

You were locked in a small shed. Left in the dark small room. They had roughed you up a bit trying to get you to speak. Your head hanging down as you focused on sounds outside. You had shot up as you heard an all too familiar laugh and yelling. Micah! The cold bastard actually cared enough about you to come and save you. "I'm going to burn this place to the ground! Time to meet with your maker boys!" His maniacal laughter came through as you heard glass breaking and shots fired. You could see the slight glow of fire from outside. There was screaming and gunshots all around.

Then suddenly, it fell silent. No talking. No footsteps. Only the crackling of fire growing. You feared the worst. Then, the door of the shed swung open. Your eyes widened, and relief filled you. There before you stood Micah. The glow and sparks from the fire wild behind him. The dark silhouette was disturbingly impressive. His eyes felt cold and dark. Blood was splattered across him. Luckily, it wasn't his own. You jolted up and ran towards him. You hugged yourself around his neck. He hugged back and patted you back. "You came for me, you cold bastard, you actually came." Micah let out a soft chuckle as you pulled apart. He looked at you with eyes that told more than his words. "Couldn't let them get away with stealing the only thing I care more for than my guns." You felt a tingling sensation go through you at his words. You hugged him tighter with your head under his chin. Smiling to yourself hearing those words. That evil asshole actually has some feelings beneath is vile exterior. Something he would never show to anyone else, especially not back at camp. He couldn't let them know he actually had a heart. He would never hear the end of it if they found out he was a human after all.

Micah grinned to himself feeling how close you held onto him. He held you just as thight back. Feeling relaxed knowing you where safe with him again. He slowly slid his hand down your back to place it on your butt. Softly squeezing. You felt a cribling inside. A warm feeling that was building. He placed a kiss on your head before he moved to kiss at your neck. He let out a hum of appreciation. Your breath got heavy as you closed your eyes. You could feel him grow harder against your stomach. He pulled away and placed a kiss on your forehead. A soft smirk visibleas he spoke. "C'mon, let's get you out of here, we'll finish this later doll."

He gave you a pat on your butt as he helped you up on his horse. Then suddenly you heard a stampede of hoves arriving. It was all the fellers from camp. Arriving just as you were about to leave this place. They saw you sat on top of Baylock like a trophy. All safe and content. Your cheeks stilled flushed red from Micah's actions. They looked at the burning camp behind you. Half the place was burned already, and things had begun falling down. Arthur looked angry at Micah. "What tha hell, Micah?! Was it really necessary to burn the place?" Micah led his horse towards them with a prideful saunter. His sleazy grin taking it's usual form. He leaned a bit back and put his hands out to his sides, exaggerating his words. "You're late to the show boys. Everything's dealt with, and I've saved our dear damsel in distress. But I didn't take you for a slow guy in a rescue Cowpoke, or should I say slowpoke instead?" Micah mocked Arthur as he passed by everyone. You couldn't help but find it funny. You tried your best to hide it so Arthur wouldn't get more upset than he already was.

Micah eventually hopped up behind you. Making sure you were sat close to him. You could feel his still hard member pressed up against your back. Making sure you could feel how much he craved you. As Baylock started trotting away and back home, he put a secure hand on your thigh. Stroking at your inner thigh. It made your warm tingle feel like a flame stared inside. Melting you closer to him. He needed to feel you to know you where there. That you where safe within his hand. He had a grin on his lips. With a rough but loving voice he spoke. "Let's get you home and taken care of princess."

[mellowpiepizzalamp]

Cutting Buck’s hair

Summary: Bucky’s hair didn’t sit good with him anymore.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, my rubbish writing (it’s a warning)

Word count: ~1300 words

A/N: just a disclaimer I AM NOT A HAIRDRESSER, I just put Brad Mondo’s video into writing. Also, I love Bucky with long hair, but I couldn’t help but imagine something like this. Also, I think it’s free if like skin colour and hair colour description of the reader, exept she/her pronouns. If you find something let me know because it’s not supposed to be here. If I get any shit from someone for using dutch at the end I will block you because it’s my first language and I’d like to use it sometimes because I know I would if I was with someone who didn’t speak dutch. Bye loves!

“Buck, can we go to the store today? We can get your favourite crisps too and- Are you okay?” she was cut off by the sight of Bucky tracing his scars with a judging look while his hair kept falling into his face as he stood before the mirror. 

He jumped when he realised she stood at the bathroom door. “Yeah, Yeah, fine. I was just uhm, what were you saying?” he said and scrambled to put on his shirt. 

“Bucky calm down. What’s worrying you?” she asked him and held him by his elbows. His hands were trembling and he doubtfully put his hands on her skin.  

“I- I just, I-” he couldn’t get the words out, avoided her eyes, breathed heavily and tears started to form in his eyes. 

“Do the breathing exercise with me yeah? In and out, slowly.” They breathed together until he could keep the rhythm. 

“I had a nightmare last night, but you were still sleeping when I woke up, so I didn’t want to wake you up, but that nightmare was horrible.” He managed to keep his breathing even but the tears still started. 

“You can always wake me, okay? No matter the reason,” she soothed and opened her arms for a hug. 

“I hate the scars and the stupid arm, but worst of all, I hate the hair. It reminds me of the Winter Soldier and I don’t want to be him anymore, never wanted to be.” He cried into her neck as he hid his face. 

After the year they had been together, she was proud of how far they had come. It was still hard at times but they faced it together. 

“Your body might have been the Winter Soldier but your heart and mind never were. And your body had changed too you know. You have scars from fighting on the side you have always wanted to, you have a different arm that’s way stronger, you get to decide who you are, who you love, where you go, everything. And if your hair is standing in the way of you being happy, we can cut it,” she smiled. 

He lifted his head and rested it against hers. “Will you do it?” he asked, just above a whisper. 

“I’m not a hairdresser,” she said nervously. 

“I don’t want anyone else to do it,” he said as he took a step back and look at the ground. 

“Okay, I can try. Don’t kill me if it looks bad,” she smiled and pulled him back and gave him a kiss. 

“I’ll lock you in the house with me if that happens.” 

“Ah, so I get to fuck up your hair and get a reward.”

Three days later she came back after buying some things she might need after the advice of a real hairdresser. 

“Buck, I’ve got everything, literally. I’ve got clippers, a comb, official hair scissors, even thinning sheers, metal hair clips, a water bottle spray thing and advice of a hairdresser.” She smiled as he came out of the kitchen, half his hair in a bun, and still eating cereal. 

“Thanks, doll, can we do it now?” he asked with his puppy eyes. 

“Of course! You go and sit down and I’ll get a towel and fill the bottle.” 

When she got that all she put the towel around his neck and carefully secured it with a safety pin. 

She grabbed the stool on wheels from her office before sitting down on it. “Want me to tell you what I’m doing?” He nodded and smiled at her through the mirror once she put it upon the table. 

She placed a kiss on top of his head before she began. “First I’m going to chop off all this length,” she grinned in an American accent she knew he hated. 

He mocked a fake glare that faded away with a kiss on his cheek. 

“Ready?” she asked as her scissors stood at the ready to cut the fist strand halfway. He nodded and met her eyes in the mirror. 

“You’re going to need to talk, otherwise it isn’t my fault I fuck up your hair,” she smiled. 

“Yes, I’m ready,” he said and heaved a breath of excitement. She cut it off and handed it to him. As she did the rest, it fell to the ground as Bucky still saved the first strands. “

Now, we have a very nice bob, something for you, monsieur?” she asked with a smile and he scrunched his nose. She kept playing with European words, as in words from European languages, as she was used to, due to her very Dutch background. 

“Then we need to section your hair,” she smiled and wheeled to get the metal clippers and comb from the table in front of them. 

“I’m going to comb it back and from here I’m going to do it like this and clip this up, see?” she turned his head for him to see and he smiled. 

She finished sectioning and took him through the process. “Now the clippers, with the longest thing for on it, I don’t know what they’re called,” she said and plugged it in. 

“Guards, need me to put them on?” “Yes,” she handed it to him. 

“Okay, she said I needed to hold the comb in one hand and the clippers in the others and do it like this,” she started and went around his whole head with a certain motion. 

“If I shave your ear off, that’s not my problem,” she murmured as she now did the parts by his ears as she’s been avoiding those. He smiled, making his ears move and she gave him a look through the mirror. 

“That’s dangerous Barnes.” She finished and got him to switch it to a smaller guard and repeated the motion but in a different way, Bucky didn’t know anymore but went along. 

She switched guards again and he figured out she was doing some sort of gradient on his hair, it started to look really good. 

“I’m fixing these bits now,” she smiled and cleaned up his hairline. 

She took the thinning sheers and cleared the top parts until they were both happy with it. She let down his top hair and parted it in two after wetting his hair. Then she proceeded to section it in more bits and cut it at an angle. She combed it back into the next small section and cut it off at the same angle and length. 

After measuring if the front two bits were the same lengths she did the other side too. She kept his hair wet throughout and was now putting a heat protector in his hair and blow-dried it. 

She styled it a bit to one side and then revealed it to him, although he had been looking the whole time. 

“I left it a bit longer on top so I don’t ruin it for the barber but I hope you like it.” He kept looking at it and couldn’t help but touch the back of his head. 

“Also, I uhm, I went off of this picture with styling. I hope I wasn’t doing wrong by doing that,” she held up a very old picture of him and Steve on a mountain on a mission. 

Bucky was speechless and just flung himself at her while he cried tears of happiness. 

“Thank you, how did you get that picture?” 

She smiled softly at him and said, “Steve owed me,” and winked. “I’m asking you later about that,” he said in her neck and dragged her over to the sofa and laid down with her. 

As he started to cry again she held him and let him do so. 

“Thank you so much, I’ve never felt more myself since falling off that fucking train.” he said with a teary smile before kissing her softly. 

“Anytime mijn lief.” [my love, in dutch]

[zappedbyzabka]

Soooo listen

Little bit after tkk3, Barbara throws a Good Friday party (bunny ears required) and invites Daniel, which he ends up miserably bored at and pondering all the crazy shit that’s happened in his life the past few years.

She told him no one he knew would be there and he could be brand new (as if he wanted that again.)

Except, there are people he knows there because 2 drinks and one dance with a girl in, he sees the Cobras walk into the party.

He avoids them like the plague but keeps watching them out of curiosity, wondering why Johnny isn’t with them. Wondering if they’re still crazy assholes.

He steps out on the porch for some air and sits on the swing chair, debating whether he should go back in and call Miyagi or not.

Some headlights shine, and a familiar red car parks in front of Barbara’s place.

Daniel doesn't recognize the car in his tipsy state though and pays little attention to the newcomer until he hears heels clacking closer and a soft grumble.

The first thing he notices when he looks up is legs.

Mile-long, ivory, fishnet-clad legs. The kind of legs you want to spread apart.

The next thing is a lovely little waist hugged by a sleeveless black bodysuit.

And at the top....Johnny?!

Johnny Lawrence, with fluffy blonde hair much longer than it used to be (think Equalizer era) and black bunny ears on his head.

He stomps up the steps pink-cheeked and looking pissy, not even sparing Daniel a glance. Not even seeming to notice another person nearby.

Daniel’s too open-mouth enamored with the puffy, white bunny tail sewn right above a very plump bottom to take it personally.

Johnny puts his hand on the doorknob and takes a shaky breath, and Daniel realizes he might have mistaken nervousness for irritation.

He stays outside for a couple more minutes after Johnny goes in before he follows, almost willing to get sucker punched for the chance to ask him what the hell he’s doing.

But what he finds is that the four coyotes got to the big bunny before he did.

The four boys surround Johnny near the backdoor, slipping their fingers through the holes in his fishnets and snapping the fabric on his skin. Prodding his cleavage and twirling his silky hair.

All while Johnny weakly slaps and pushes their hands away and protests, but it’s all useless when they’re one after the other.

Voices talks over each other over music, the only things Daniel able to discern being “Pretty bunny” “Relax, doll!” and something about a lost bet.

Daniel steels himself and is just about to play hero when Johnny laughs and says something that finally gets them to stop, making a smoking gesture and nodding in the direction of the basement door.

Daniel ends up stealth following them down into Barbara’s really sick basement that has a lounge room, spying as Johnny gets passed around like a lap warmer with the blunt that Tommy cheerfully assisted him with.

They blow smoke into Johnny’s pink mouth and linger for too long. Shamelessly patting his ass and telling him he looks straight out of a Playboy magazine.

He soaks up the attention.

Then he locks eyes with Daniel and stares for a long, surprised pause before he kisses the Cobra holding him while keeping that eye contact.

Daniel can’t stop watching.

Johnny beckons him closer, raising his brows as if to be reassuring.

And that’s how Daniel ends up absolutely destroying a golden bunny with the bros in Barb’s basement (after some glaring and damn near growling from Dutch when they all were made aware that he was there.)

If Johnny wants that worm’s big wang, he’s getting it.

(maybe sprinkle a/b/o in there for extra seasoning.)

[sitp-recs]

hello my darling, dearest liv. i hope that every morning is as beautiful as you are and every night brings you tranquility.

i’m so sorry to bother you with this question but i’ve recently been hyper fixated on third person pov drarry fics after reading attention by sarasgirl. the way a third person can really observe and understand the nuances of our two favourite idiots falling in love when they themselves are too thick to see it, it really is chefs kiss.

if you do have any fics in mind/you’ve already made this reclist, could you please share it with all of us? it would be the biggest favour ever.

thank you ever so much for everything that you do and please remember every time you smile, an angel sings somewhere.

Oh that’s so sweet anon, thank you I appreciate it 🥺 I loved reading your thoughts on Outsider POV, it’s not something I read often but I agree it can be quite refreshing and fascinating when well done! I hope you enjoy these recs :)

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Twelve Disciples Ch. 2

Summary: Pepper Davis is not unknown to the mob world, she’s well aware of the benefits and dangers of this business, but what she’s about to find out is how dangerous it can be for one to stay in between a brother rivalry.

Pairings: Matt Jackson x OFC Pepper x Nick Jackson

Warnings: +18, angst, adult language

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Chapter 1

A sly grin took over Nick’s lips as he heard the good news from his lawyer. “Great! Thank you, Josh”. As the lawyer left the room, Nick tapped her number on the screen of his phone, and by the fourth ring, she answered.

“Hello?” Her voice sounded confused as to whom it might be.

“Pepper” For some reason her name fell out of Nick’s lips so effortlessly and smoothly that he couldn’t hold back his smile “How does a dinner to settle up your first job sounds to you?”

Pepper groaned internally, her plans for tonight summed up in Netflix, junk food, comfy clothes, and whipped cream in a can for dessert. The last thing she wanted was to put on any effort in her appearance whatsoever, but seducing Nick in order to get information was Matt’s plan so getting dolled up is - unfortunately - all in a day’s work.

“Of course, sir. Where should I meet you?”

“I’ll send a driver to pick you up, don’t worry. He’ll be there in two hours”

She could feel it ever since they passed by the front door, Pepper could feel everyone staring at them. Staff, clients, bypassers..no one seemed to be able to keep their eyes off of her and Nick. The staring was so unsettling that Pepper was sure that even the silverware was silently judging her as they sat at the table. It was nerve-wracking, all of these countless people staring, gawking at you as if you were some kind of zoo animal. Even though she couldn’t pick up on what they were saying, she could see their lips moving, silently gossiping as to who she was and more importantly: why she was there with him. Matt had told her about Nick’s antics when it came to his personal life, “He never took any woman any place, he was never seen with a partner - like ever. No one knows even if he ever had a girlfriend! As far as we all know, he could still be a virgin” Matt said while chuckling. It was their last night together and he wanted to give Pepper as much personal information about his brother as he could - well, at least as much as he knew about the blue-eyed man.

“And you expect me to seduce a guy who’s either gay or too problematic to have some kind of a relationship with anyone? Jesus, Matt” She huffed, wrapping the bedsheets around her body as she stood up from the bed to stare out the window, into the late-night sky. “Why don’t you send me to kill the Pope? I bet I would be more successful at that”.

Matt grinned behind her, following her previous footsteps out of the bed and to the front of the large windows. His arms circled around her shoulders, pulling her back against his body, attempting to bring back some of the warmth her skin had lost due to the chilly night breeze. “Look” He starts “I know it sounds crazy, but trust me when I say, if there’s anyone who can do this that’s you, dove. I can guarantee you Nick’s not gay” Matt chuckles, lips resting below her ear, peppering small kisses on her weak spot, “Nick craves affection, he always had, ever since we were younger. He always wanted to be someone’s world, someone’s center of attention. He just wants to feel loved unconditionally and feel special. And if there’s someone who can do this, that’s you, dovey. You can make anyone feel special”.

“Ignore them” Nick’s voice stated, bringing her back to the present. “In a couple of days, someone’s husband will be caught cheating for God knows how many times now, and this dinner will stop being the hottest gossip in town”.

Pepper nodded twice, it was still hard to understand how anyone could be so relaxed while being ogled like the main attraction of a freak show. The waiter beside them moved swiftly, his delicate and precise movements never faltered beneath Nick’s attentive eyes, the crystal glasses being rapidly yet elegantly filled with the - undoubtedly expensive - ruby liquid.

“You can leave the bottle, Carlo” Nick says, giving a polite smile at the young waiter.

“Sì, signore. Would you like me to take your orders now, sir?”

“No, thank you”

“Could I bring you our new selections of appetizers then, sir?”

“Sure, why not?” Nick smiles once again, taking the crystal glass before him and swirling the red wine inside the glass.

Nick brings the scarlet liquid up to his nostrils to inhale the sweet scent, “The aroma is distinct” He began “Black leather, spice, red flowers, and a hint of moss. The bouquet shows signs of buttermilk, mushroom, and sourdough. The tertiary aromas from aging are caramel, butterscotch, allspice, and walnut. And the palate” Nick stopped mid-sentence to take a small sip of the cherry liquid, he let the wine travel across his taste buds, swirl around his cheeks, and take its path softly down his throat. “Tangy to tart acidity, medium tannin, full-bodied” Nick refocused his gaze on Pepper, the intense blue stare was making her slightly uncomfortable, like being under a severe teacher’s gaze. “My guess is: Brunello Riserva Greppo 1975. € 531,19 a bottle” He spoke with utter confidence.

The waiter softly clapped in satisfaction “Bravo, Signore Jackson! Another successful guess!” The young man praised “Would you like me to bring you the appetizers now, sir?”

“Yes, thank you, Carlo. And send my warm regards to your mother, I hope she’s enjoying the new nursing home”

“Yes, she is, sir. All thanks to you” The young man slightly bowed to excuse himself “I’ll bring your appetizers in a minute”.

Pepper might be astonished by what just happened, but she’s not stupid. This little show Nick had just given her was a somewhat polite way to demonstrate his power, an *I just pissed in this loin because it belongs to me, so what are you going to do about that?* if you will. She has never felt so powerless as she does right now, she is lost, uncertain of herself and this stupid plan, and even worse: scared. She could feel the fear of being caught running through her veins, the ultimate fright at the thought of Nick being able to see through her shitty façade. As desperation sinks in, she speaks the only thing that doesn’t seem to get out of her head:

“You sure know a lot about wine for a guy whose family is against alcohol”

And then, just like that, he laughed. Laughed a scandalous, loud, attention-calling laugh.

“Oh, my angel, trust me. I am nothing like my family”. Nick winked, seconds before the waiter came back with the appetizers.

“Do you know all of your staff by their first name?” Pepper asks, curiosity lacing her every word.

“Yes,” Nick simply answered, stopping at the red light and turning up the a/c in the car.

During dinner, they did exactly what Nick told her they would do: discuss business. Pepper was at least intrigued, a part of her wished he had flirted, even if just a bit. But he never did, apart from calling her ‘my angel’ a handful of times, Nick never made any move to turn the dinner into a less professional course. The fact alone was curious, Pepper knew her strengths and made incredible use of them to meet Nick for this dinner, she made full use of her bodily assets: her silhouette was heavily marked by the tight navy blue executive dress, full hips on display, plump ass cheeks framed by the sturdy fabric, hair pulled back into a low bun to expose her soft neck, full lips painted a crimson color. All the things that made most men, including Matt, kneel at her feet seemed to be ineffective on Nick. And a deep part of Pepper, a part she swore would never come to the surface again, gave signs of reappearing, and she hated it. Rejection, an old yet very known friend, made Pepper shift in the passenger’ seat of Nick’s car.

“Are you gay?” She suddenly asks, quickly covering her mouth once she realizes the mistake she had made “I’m sorry, Mr. Jac-”

“No, I’m not,” Nick chuckled, looking to his right to look at Pepper’s face. The red light cast a faint shadow on Nick’s face, making his toothy grin become slightly psychopathic. “Why? Did you think I was?”

Pepper shrugged, still feeling completely embarrassed by her last question “I don’t know, I was just…wondering”

The light turned green and Nick put the car into first gear, pushing the clutch pedal to the floor, he turned left, opting for taking the longest way to the lofts reserved for the staff.

“You sound disappointed” He teases, giggling when she visibly shifts uncomfortably on the leather seat.

“No. Why should I?” She mumbled, deciding to focus her attention on the bypassers and full, green trees.

“I don’t know, perhaps because you put so much effort into your appearance in the hopes of getting at least a compliment tonight that when you got nothing in return you felt lost”, Nick stated nonchalantly. The accurate description of Pepper’s feelings instantly put her in defensive mode.

“Maybe, or maybe I was just disappointed that the oh-so-desired mob boss is actually a pussy, because he can’t even hit on a woman”

“Is that what you wanted? For me to hit on you?” Nick scoffed

“Yes!”

“So I’m a pussy because I respected you as my employee, is that what you just said to me?” He huffed, “Un-fucking-beliavable! Don’t respect them and they charge you for sexual assault, do respect them and they call you a pussy. I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with women''

“Perhaps if you spent more time between a woman’s legs you’d find out” Pepper spat. This is dumb, dangerous, and incredibly out of hand, she’s highly aware of that. But there’s something about the younger Jackson that was driving her insane. It’s a silent appeal that worked on her like the finest black magic, and it was only becoming worse as time went by.

*Jesus Christ, you’re barely a week into this mess of a plan and you’re already doing stupid shit! You never learn, Pepper* She thought to herself, her restless mind only being stopped by Nick’s next words.

“It definitely wouldn’t be between your legs, angel. That sour pussy might make my dick fall off”.

Then she felt it, stinging inside of her, like a punctured needle. Making the old battle wound bleed again, staining her heart and mind with the ugly memories of a past she never wished to relive again, but that somehow reached the top of the surface like a swimmer fighting for air. “Fuck you, Nicholas!”

“I’d say you’re the one who’s desperate for it, my angel. Not me”.

“You think you’re so special, don’t you?” Pepper snarled, shifting in her seat once again, she turned her body to the side enough so that she could stare at him, and damn is the bastard handsome.

“I must be for you to have applied for this job just for a chance to fuck me” Nick abruptly stopped the car mid-street, the deserted avenue being the audience for what Pepper was sure would be the faster resignation in history. “What’s your game?” Nick turns around in the driver’s seat, body completely turned to face Pepper, “Why did you apply for this job? What are you hiding?”

Desperation is too much of a soft word to describe what Pepper is feeling right now, this was it, this was going to be her end. Nick would be the last face she would see before being killed and dumped in a random alley, this is where everything will end if she doesn’t do something right now.

“I’m in love with you” Pepper whispered the only words her brain was capable of coming up with in the midst of fear and agony. At the end of the day, this is what everyone wants, no? To be loved? Wasn’t this what Matt said about Nick, that he wanted someone to love him?

And then again, for the second time that night, Nick laughed.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Yours, Forever | Chapter 5

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.7K

SUMMARY | Y/N finds out about the bar exam, and has to share the great news with everyone. She realizes she has to tell Bucky she will be going on a trip to Italy for 3 months with Eve, but she doesn't know he has a surprise planned for her.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, smut [ oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, light praise kink ].

A/N | Hi everyone, thank you so much for reading my first ever fic! I would like to start off by saying that English isn’t my first language (I’m Dutch after all 😉) so every mistake you find – spelling or otherwise – is completely my own. I would appreciate you spreading the love about this fic, and I ofcourse hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Series masterlist | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

'Doll, you should look at the screen, because you're going to work for S.I. very soon', those words just kept bouncing around in Y/N's head, just like the kiss she shared with Bucky. Those soft lips, the even softer kiss they shared after she found out she's going to take the oath and becoming a lawyer. The kiss that neither of them wanted to pull away from, but it just felt right in that moment. All the excitement and love poured into that one kiss, it felt like heaven on earth. Her hands on his broad chest just felt right, like they always belonged there. The look in his eyes when she pulled way told her everything she wanted to know. He wants her too, just like she has been wanting him since their first meeting.

Suddenly, the realization came rushing back that she would be leaving for the 3 month trip around Italy soon, and she couldn't bare to tell Bucky that she had to leave, so soon after they finally found each other. She decided to worry about that after this conversation, because she had to tell her dad the good news first. She went to the bakery right away after she found out, she just couldn't wait until she saw him again tonight. She opened the door and the familiar smell of the bakery was hanging in the air, her dad as excited as always to see her. ''Hey sunshine, your glowing like the actual sun!'' he welcomed her with a big smile on his face. ''Well, that's because I have some great news to share with you dad. I just found out I passed the bar exam, so I will officially become a lawyer! The results were posted online about 30 minutes ago, I came here right away to tell you!'' she said, but her face got flushed with the memory of the kiss with Bucky.

''I have a feeling I'm not the first to hear about this news?'' he said with a knowing smirk on his face, because Tony had secretly kept him up to date about his plans to play cupid for Y/N and Bucky. ''Okay, you got me, but can we not talk about that here? I don't want everyone to know, dad...'' she said shyly. They walked into his office in the back of the bakery, and shut the door so the staff knew not to interrupt them. ''Over the last year, I kind of developed a... a little crush, I guess... on Bucky. The night of the party he came to help me when you went to get Tony, and ever since then we have bonded a lot, mostly over books and things like that, and somewhere along the way I started to get feelings for him. It feels like he is my soulmate, dad, but I'm still scared, especially after what happened last time...'' she continued as tears welled up in her eyes. Her dad grabbed her arms softly and rubbed loving circles with his thumb in order to sooth her a little bit, patiently waiting for her to continue.

''But I haven't told anyone how I felt yet, well besides Tony obviously, I'm well aware he told you about Bucky. He's not as smooth as he thinks he may be sometimes...'' she said followed by a soft chuckle. ''Well, I accidentally ran into him when I was going to look at my results and he noticed I was nervous, so he offered to look at them with me, so we did. Out of my excitement that I passed I kissed him, and it felt so right dad, it honestly felt like the world just faded away and we were the only people left. Then I remembered I'm going to Italy with Eve next week, and I'll be gone for three months and I don't know how to tell him that because I don't want to break his heart, or my own for that matter.'' she finished with a deep red hue on her face. ''I don't want to hurt him by giving him the feeling that I'm running away for three months right after this happened.'' she stated.

Her dad took her face in his hand and said ''Sunshine, first of all I'm happy you passed the exam, but we will come back to that later. I honestly think you should tell Bucky how you feel, or at the very least let him know that even though you will be leaving next week, it is not because of your kiss. He will understand, you had this trip with Eve planned for 8 months now, I'm sure he'll get that you're not leaving because of him. Judging by the things Tony told me, Bucky practically worships the ground you walk on, he noticed every little glance he threw your way. The least you can do is tell him you're going, you owe him that much, sunshine.'' and Y/N knew her dad was right as always, he knew just the right things to say. ''You're right dad, thank you for listening to me, I'm glad I will always have you to confide in.'' and she pulled him in for a big hug.

She asked her dad for some treats for Tony and all the other Avengers, so she could tell them the good news, because she would be seeing them a lot more after becoming a lawyer and working at the Compound. Once she arrived back at the Compound, she noticed all the Avengers were back, and asked JARVIS to send everyone to the big conference room in 2 hours for an important meeting, which he did. She took her laptop from her dad's bakery with her this time, so she still had time to FaceTime Eve before the meeting with the Avengers. ''Hey Babe, what's going on?!'' Eve asked with a worried face, and suddenly Y/N realized it is 4 AM back in the Netherlands, she woke up her best friend.

''Oh god Eve, I'm so sorry I woke you up! I have some incredible news to share and I couldn't wait for another week to tell you... You know I took the bar exam a couple weeks ago right? To become a lawyer in New York? Well, I FOUND OUT I PASSED THE EXAM! I'M GONNA BE A LAWYER!'' she exclaimed and happy tears trailed down her face, the excitement finally coming out. Eve and Y/N celebrated for a little bit before she went back to sleep, they said their goodbyes and not long after that, the Avengers came in one after the other. She introduced herself to everyone she hasn't seen yet - Scott, Sam, Clint, Natasha, Wanda, Thor and Loki - and gave a big hug to Steve who already knew what happened since Bucky couldn't keep his mouth shut. Then Bucky walked in after him, and the two of them immediately got a red flush on their faces, remembering the kiss a few hours ago. They gave each other a hug anyways, and held on for a bit longer than usual, not wanting to let each other go.

When everyone sat down, Tony and Pepper walked in together, Y/N practically running up to the both of them, almost pushing them over in her excitement and the hugs she gave. ''Ah, now I understand why we were asked here, Tony is leaving Pepper for her...'' Sam scoffed but got a piercing look from Bucky and Steve so he immediately shut up. Once everyone sat down, she firstly introduced herself to everyone. ''Well, hi everyone, as you know by now I'm Y/N Y/L/N. During the party a year ago Tony announced I would maybe be working for S.I. as head of the legal department and as his lawyer, and as you may have guessed by now, I will officially be taking on those roles as soon as I have taken the oath in a couple of months.'' Bucky and Steve had an incredibly proud and loving look on their face, the other Avengers whooped and applauded loudly. Tony and Pepper had such big smiles on their face, Y/N was sure they would rip in half if they didn't stop smiling soon.

Tony was the first to get up and walk towards Y/N, picking her up in a big bear hug. ''I told you you would pass it! I always believe in you honey, don't you ever forget that. Congratulations! Have you told your dad yet?'' he asked when he put her down, and Y/N nodded, saying she told him right after she got the results. She glanced over at Bucky, not wanting to tell him about the kiss in front of everyone. Next up came Pepper, ''We're so incredibly proud of you, honey, we really are. Welcome to the family!'' she said, and Y/N acted a little offended and scoffed that she already was part of the family. There were more congratulations coming from the room, and she thanked everyone. ''Now that the meeting is over, you can all go back to what you were doing before, I still have some work to do!'' Y/N said.

All the Avengers came by for a hug and to congratulate her personally, Nat and Wanda saying they should get together for a girls night soon so they can get to know Y/N better since she will be part of the family now. Thor and Loki were the last ones to congratulate her and leave, leaving only Y/N and Bucky in the room. He didn't want to go just yet, and she didn't want him to go either. Y/N closed the door and walked up to Bucky to tell him she would be leaving for three months, but before she had the chance to do anything she was swept off her feet by Bucky. He gently put her down on the table and stood between her legs, softly cupping her cheeks with his big hands. ''You know, ever since you kissed me earlier, it was all I could think about, how I want more of those. It just felt so right, and I would like to congratulate you again.'' he said with lust filled eyes looking into her own.

Bucky slowly closed the gap between them again, and when he felt her soft lips against his again, his brain instantly turned to mush and all he could think about was her lips, and how soft she felt under his hands. She wrapped her legs around Bucky's waist in order to pull him even closer and put her hands over his shoulders. He licked her bottom lip for entrance which she happily granted, their tongues exploring and tasting each other like it was a matter of life and death. After a little while they became slow, loving, lazy kisses as if they have done it a million times before. They finally leave and Y/N realized she was absolutely dripping with wetness, her panties positively soaked and she felt Bucky's erection against her thigh. As much as she would have wanted him to fuck her right then and there, she still had to tell him about the Italy trip.

Softly panting, Y/N said his name, but it didn't register at first. ''Bucky!'' she said again, and he finally stepped back a little and looked at her. ''I have to tell you something, and I'm not quite sure about the best way to do it so I'm just gonna say it. I'll be leaving to go on a trip to Italy next week, and I'll be gone for three months. I'm sorry.'' she said with a hurt look in her eyes, feeling her heart being shattered. ''I'm going on a road trip through Italy with my best friend from the Netherlands, Eve, and we will be gone for three months to catch up, and enjoy life before I will be a lawyer and all that.'' she said, seeing the same hurt in his eyes. He took another step back, letting go of her completely now. ''Three months?!'' he said in his deep voice, but softer than normal. ''How am I supposed to survive three months without you there?! I don't think I'll be able to survive for that long without those amazing kisses, and the way your breath feels against my neck when we cuddle, your soft touch against my skin when I touch you...'' he said, but he knew he didn't want to be the reason she stayed behind.

~ The Italy trip ~

Right before she was supposed to go to the airport, Bucky showed up at Tony's office where Tony and Y/N were catching up before she had to go, and Tony offered to drop her off at the airport. Right at that moment, Bucky walked in and said ''I can do it!'' quickly and he almost tripped over his own feet, getting a chuckle out of Y/N at the sight. ''I can drop you off at the airport, I'm sure Tony is busy right?'' he said with a pointed look, and suddenly Tony pretended to have way more work than he actually did, so Bucky could drive her. When they arrived at the airport and it was time to say goodbye, Bucky gave her a present, and he said she was allowed to open it once she arrived in Italy. ''Wow, thank you Bucky! I can't wait to find out what it is!'' she said, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him in for a hug, her head resting in the crook of his neck. When they let go they couldn't help but kiss one last time, since it would be the last time for three months they could. It was just the two of them so they quickly deepened the kiss, not caring for the strangers that could see them. After they let go, Y/N waved goodbye and sent him a kiss through the air, and his cheeks got deep red at the sight.

Y/N and Eve decided to meet up at the airport in Venice, since that is where their journey would start. The two of them haven't seen each other in almost a year now, and the reunion was filled with lots of hugs, laughter and even more tears. ''Babe, I'm so happy I get to spend the next three months with you, I missed you so much!'' Eve said, and all Y/N could do was agree. They headed to the hotel they would stay at for the first two weeks, and they plopped down on their beds, just wanting to sleep. The time difference for Eve wasn't a problem, but after more than a decade in the US, Y/N really did have a big problem with the time difference. Before she could even think about anything else, she fell asleep, and slept until the next day.

''Goodmorning babe, you ready for a new day?'' Eve asked, deciding to let Y/N sleep for as long as possible since she needed it in order to get over het jetlag. ''I am! But I just remembered I still have a present I have to unpack. Bucky gave it to me yesterday, and I was so tired I didn't even have time to open it yet.'' she said. ''Bucky? I don't think you've mentioned him before?!'' Eve said with a knowing look, she knew her best friend like the back of her hand, and Y/N decided to tell her later about him, first she wanted to open the present. It was wrapped in beautiful gold wrapping paper, she opened it very carefully. Inside was a journal in the same shade of red as the lipstick she always wore, on the front it said ''Y/N's travel journal - Italy 2023'' in beautiful lettering done in white. She immediately knew this had to be Steve's doing, since he loved doing artsy stuff like that.

''Oh wow, that is incredibly thoughtful of him, I like him already!'' Eve said. ''Is there anything inside?'' she asked, and Y/N opened the journal to find a picture of all the Avengers and Pepper holding her baby bump, with a note on the back saying ''We wish you a lot of fun, and can't wait to hear all your stories when you're back! Lots of love from your Avengers family''. That is when she also noticed something in the front of the journal, Bucky wrote something himself on the first page.

'So, you landed safely, huh? I would love to make sure you're safe, so please shoot me a text when you read this.' with an arrow pointed towards the inside cover where he wrote his number. 'I am incredibly lucky to know you, and I can't wait to tell you that every day for as long as you'll have me when you come back. When you arrive in Pisa in 2 months, make sure to look for some familiar faces who will be very happy to see you. ;) Doll, I hope you will have the best vacation anyone has ever had, and I can't wait to receive more of those special kissed from you. ~ Bucky'

After reading this, she had tears in her eyes and she grabbed her phone right away in order to put his number in it and text him.

Doll ❤️: [ Hey Bucky, it's me, Y/N! I just opened your present and I wanted to thank you, this means the world to me! I can't believe you managed to get everyone into the photo, and I also can't wait to see all of you again. Also, dare I ask about who I will be seeing in Pisa in two months?! 👀 ]

Bucky 🖤: [ Hi doll, I'm glad you got there safe and sound. And no, because I won't tell you 😉 ]

After this, Eve and Y/N decided to go lay by the pool for the day after changing into their bikini's that they got especially for this trip. They took a book, a towel and their sunglasses down too, but they both knew they wouldn't read a single word, especially after Eve found out about Bucky and she wanted to know everything. Y/N's mind wandered when they were laying poolside, and all the thought about was Bucky, about the things she wanted him to do to her when she finally got back.

''Doll, please spread those pretty legs for me, so I can have my breakfast.'' Bucky said with a smirk on his face, looking in your eyes when he sat down on his knees, in between your legs, his hands softly running up her thighs until they reached the place she needed him so badly. Bucky trailed the fingers of his vibranium hand through your folds gathering the wetness that already pooled there, even though he hadn't even touched you yet. ''So fucking wet for me already doll, you're such a good girl for me.'' he said praising her. He slowly pushed two of his fingers inside, and started rubbing her clit with thumb. ''Oh god Bucky yes, right there!'' you exclaimed and you ran your hands through his hair in an effort to pull him to your soaking cunt, so he could lick and suck there until you couldn't walk straight.

''Bucky please, I- I-...'' is all you could say when he picked up the pace with his fingers, pushing them inside up to his knuckles while continuing to rub your clit in circles, your orgasm creeping up on you faster than you would like to admit. ''B-B- Bucky, I need you to.. to.. lick me until I cum! So close!'' she said, and Bucky did as he was asked, knowing what all this stimulation would do. He was here to get all of it, and he hummed a little bit to get you even closer to the edge. All he could hear were loud moans, whines and something that was supposed to be his name, but he is licking and fingering you so hard you can't think straight, only chasing the high he wanted to provide.

He kept going and suddenly your orgasm washed over you, making your legs tremble around Bucky and your eyes roll back together with your head. You feel yourself squirt your juices all over Bucky's fingers, face and the bed, but you don't care, you enjoy every last moment of this orgasm while Bucky coaxes you through it with his fingers. ''Fuck doll, I fucking love it when you squirt all over me, makes me feel so good to know you're my good girl.''

She got ripped out of her thoughts when she felt Eve tapping her arm again, she has been trying to get your attention for a while, not being successful until now. Suddenly Y/N realizes her phone is ringing, and she quickly picks up without looking at the caller ID. ''Hello, this is Y/N?'' she said in Dutch, not realizing that no one except Eve has your American number so you felt stupid already. ''Hmm doll, you can talk to me in Dutch more often if it always sounds like that.'' Bucky said, and Y/N got flushed right away. ''Uh, Bucky hi, I'm sorry I didn't realize it was you calling. Are you okay?'' she asked. ''Yeah I'm fine, just wondering how you were doing, I missed you actually. I'm going on a mission for the next 1.5 months and I can't talk much, so I decided I'd call you now that I still have the time.'' he explained. You talked a little bit about Italy, how it was, the mission, and stuff like that, before he had to go.

The next 2 months flew by like it was nobody's business, and Y/N and Eve were finally on their way to Pisa. Y/N wrote a lot in her journal, talking about all the things she did with Eve, as well as some dreams she had about Bucky. When they arrive in their hotel in Pisa they get settled and Y/N texts Bucky that she arrived at her next destination, and he wishes them a lot of fun, and he hoped that him and all the others being there for a week would be as amazing as he hoped when he planned it. He just couldn't wait to see her face again, and to kiss those soft, cherry red lips again.

[jellyjimmy]

summer luck

jimmy/dutch

@ogcobrafest

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summer before sophomore year, johnny decides plain bikes are too childish for them.

“we’re gonna be in our second year of high school,” jimmy remembers him proclaiming one evening, “we need an upgrade; something that’ll really show these bitches we’re cobra kai.”

after ruling out cars on the notion that there’s no point in each of them buying a car, and then skateboards on the notion, “what the hell makes you think skateboards are any better than bikes, tommy,” the answer seems to materialize before their eyes: motorcycles — a motorized upgrade of what they’re used to, and something their parents wouldn’t bother throwing a fit over. 

after a bit of begging for money and a whole lot of arguing over what brand, what model, and, hell, even what color, they pick out their bikes together; then the journey begins. 

it’s fun, if not a bit grueling, but despite johnny’s clumsiness; bobby’s nervous nature; tommy’s apparent death wish with how careless he is; and dutch’s… well, nothing, their shortcomings never become genuine downfalls. 

however, it takes them a bit over a month of practice before they can even think about riding in front of the public eye… as a group. see, jimmy’s just plain bad, the worse of them all; he’s rarely ever kicking off properly, and when he can, he’s never balancing enough to go more than a few feet.

jimmy is their downfall. no one is labeling him as such, but he knows. when everyone’s cruising for what feels like miles ahead of him while he’s stuck in the dirt — elbows and knees skinned half to death — it’s not something he can ignore. 

yet, strangely enough, dutch of all people is always the first one there when jimmy falls. he’s always the first one to throw his helmet in the dirt (if he’s even wearing one to begin with), and the first to rush to jimmy’s side. he’s the person tasked with patching up jimmy, pushing bobby aside with the insistence that, “i know what i’m doing, man, falling off bikes was my childhood!” — something jimmy finds hard to believe considering how riding seems second nature to him.

and if jimmy were honest, the attention is overwhelming; never in his life had he been on the receiving end of such raw displays of empathy, and it being from dutch — the one who picked and prodded at his insecurities the most upon joining cobra kai — made navigating a response towards these actions so much more difficult. 

he’d spent so much of his past longing for attention like this. present day, however, jimmy can only barely spit out, “thank you,” before mentally collapsing under the pressure he’s built for himself. 

he wishes he could say more, he always intends to, but then dutch is responding with, “quit it with the sentimentality — you’re not dying, are you now?”

(jimmy supposes he should praise his luck for being regarded as the silent one — he gets away with the bare minimum, even when he doesn’t want to.)

and dutch patches him up with unwavering care every time, handling jimmy like he’s a porcelain doll instead of a boy who attended classes at the most brutal dojo in the valley; a boy who has taken what seems like a million falls onto asphalt in the last week alone.

he wipes jimmy’s cuts down with alcohol, always giving a mumbled warning about the incoming pain no matter how many times they’ve repeated this routine before. then, with shaky hands, he applies bandaids as smooth as he can over jimmy’s torn skin. these sessions always end with dutch’s heavy eyes boring a hole into jimmy’s soul, and sometimes — if jimmy is lucky — a chaste kiss on the last bandaid applied, followed by the usual cocky grin. 

(lucky? why would that be a reward of jimmy’s luck? 

lucky?

fuck.)

but eventually, when school rolls around in late august, jimmy can finally, and consistently, ride without falling. everyone celebrates the night jimmy falls zero times, his ears ringing from screamed praises and arms covered in red handprints from loving slaps — he swears bobby even tears up a little bit. 

and when jimmy gets a moment with dutch alone, all he sees is dutch’s wide, goofy grin before being pulled in towards his chest. 

“don’t get any better at riding,” dutch teases. “i’ll miss playing nurse for you too much.” 

the first day of their sophomore year kicks off with fiery excitement, the confidence flowing through johnny palpable to everyone in the whole valley. stares linger on them when they enter the parking lot; dutch, who rides next to jimmy that morning, bathes in the attention like it's his sole source of energy. 

jimmy never really gets to the point the others are at — where they can speed faster than what seems fathomable, or stand up in the middle of riding to get that extra rush of adrenaline — but jimmy can ride, and that’s all that matters.

he’s covered in bruises half the time, from karate and soccer and the fall off his motorcycle he has at least once a month, but dutch is always there to patch him up; dutch is always there to kiss him better. 

[kestalsblog]

This week's iCarly was an improvement from last week, but I'm still kinda frustrated from the lack of Creddie happening. They tossed the crumbs in the earlier eps this season, so I felt like the blossoming feelings ought to have been spread out across the season better by now? I'm assuming something ship-worthy will happen in these last eps, but I like a more slowburn pace, personally. Slow as in...there are hints but it is happening!! More than just sitting on a couch together like BFFs. LOL. Anyway.

Once again, Harper's plot was pretty useless. The guy she had interest in was a jerk and weirdo from the beginning. I keep thinking Dutch is gonna return at some point and redeem her character, but I'm not positive if the actress is busy or something.

I actually sort of liked Carly's plot with the dolls though. It wouldn't have been realistic for her to get around the company by coming up with the perfect doll when the others had already been manufactured in mass supply. And I thought the dolls showed two pretty typical stereotypes of women in a funny but important way. I also liked the innocent little moment with the kid where she's like, "I like dolls because they're pretty." Sure, it's surface level thinking but the girl is literally like 4 and it's a nice reminder that there's no malice in a kid liking a doll for being pretty. It's adults who try to impose all the politics & philosophies on dolls.

(also I'm like certain this ep was targeting American Girl Dolls for some reason, and I thought it was kinda a cool shot at a notoriously expensive company. All kids should have access to nice dolls!)

Don't know what the point of the Josh Peck character is. He's undeveloped and feels useless. This is a recurring issue. Pearl is way too underdeveloped for me to root for her right now. But I'm worried Paul (is that his name?) will become some kind of romantic interest for Carly, and I REALLY don't want to see Josh Peck kiss Miranda Cosgrove LOL. I hope not!

The monkey plotline was expectedly ridiculous but it gave me a few laughs and felt really old school iCarly. I didn't mind it so much.

Mostly - where is the romance?? I'm so ready for it, ugh.