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propertyofyoutube · 3 days

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HIIII okay so i wanted to say I LOVE your stories! I haven't come around to reading Our Time is Now yet but I really want to. Also I have one request, but I'm not sure if you'd be comfortable writing that one, so I have another one just in case!

So, would it be comfortable to request a Dom!Reader x Colby? Like, they're both in the "do I like them or not" stage and they're at a party, and Colby ends up trying to make Reader jealous, but she's having none of that?

If you're not comfortable writing something like that, I would also LOVE a fluff fic with Sam x Reader, where like Reader's on her period and Sam takes care of her? And it's just so so sweet?

Again, absolute ADORE your fics, and can't wait to see more of what you have in store for us! ^^

Authors note: FIRSTLY… OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 🥺🖤 and secondly I loveee these requests! So here is the Colby one and I will also do the Sam one very sooon! I also may do a part two to this where reader really does hard on him in a more controlled setting. Again, thank you I’m so glad you’re enjoying my stuff! Xx

You’re this close to cracking - EXPLICIT

Summary: you and Colby had been best friends for a while now. You began to think there may be something more between you after, on the last night out, Colby ‘scared away’ the guy you wanted to take home. He thought you didn’t notice what he did, but you saw the whole thing… flash forward to a party and after you turn Colby down, he does everything in his power to make you jealous…

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, dom!reader x Colby, sub!colby, unprotected sex, bad language, creampie, bit of filth, Colby making reader jealous, using someone, argument.

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The music blared as the colourful lights bounced around the club. The entire room filled with sweaty bodies among the machine induced fog. You were on another night out with your best friends. This had became a weekly occurrence for the friend group, as you were all so busy, Saturday night outs were the perfect way to ensure that you could still stay in touch amongst the chaos of your lives.

The night was going amazingly. You had hit it off with the cutest guy, he was hot as fuck and actually seemed like a nice guy. You had just headed to the bathroom after telling the girls how hard you were going to rock his world later on tonight. But all of that changed as you walked out of the bathroom to see Colby, near the bar, stood with the guy. And the way he was talking did not seem very nice. The guy stepped back from Colby before holding up his hands and walking away. Your blood boiled as the guy headed in your direction.

“Hey! Where are you going?” You said trying to mask your confusion.

“I.. uh… I gotta go sorry.” He said abruptly as he walked quickly away from you. You look back at Colby after watching him leave, your face dropped massively as you began to walk over to him. Your body rising with both confusion and anger. Colby noticed you heading his way as his eyes fell wide.

“What the fuck are you doing, Colby?” You shouted over the loud music as the guy you had hit it off with hurried away.

Colby looked at you wide eyed, he didn’t think he would get caught chasing that guy away, “I- I just…”

You stood, shocked as you waited for him to speak, but he didn’t, “what did you say to him?”

“I just… you don’t want to be banging a guy like that y/n!” He shouted back.

You covered for eyes trying to comprehend what was happening, but the truth was… you had no idea. “Why on earth are you telling me who I can and can’t bang all of a sudden!” You shouted.

Colby downed the rest of his drink, trying to find the right words to say, but the truth is, he didn’t know either. “You deserve better than that, y/n…”

You froze, confused. Was it the alcohol that was making him act like this? “Colby… I don’t get it. I’m not looking to marry that guy!”

Colby’s heart began beating fast as he felt his stomach do a flip, thinking of you being with that guy… or any guy, “you need to just… stop sleeping with the first guy you see!” Colby shouted, his feelings all over the place and the alcohol certainly not helping. You heart broke as you tried to understand what he meant by that comment. Your eyes started to fill at his whore insinuation.

Colby froze, he realised just how bad that sounded, “y/n… I didn’t-“

“Fuck you colby…” you said your eyes almost pouring. You quickly pushed past him heading for the door of the club.

Colby sighed feeling frustrated with himself, hurting you was the complete opposite of what he was aiming for tonight. “Y/n! Wait!” You couldn’t hear him over the music as you finally reached the door, pushing past the crowd into the street. The fresh air hitting you refreshingly as you stood. Your tears beginning to roll down your makeup covered cheeks.

“Y/n!” Colby shouted as he manoeuvred around the people entering the club.

You spun around, more annoyed than ever, “what Colby?” You shouted, fed up.

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean it like that.” Colby said grabbing your arms as you looked everywhere but at him.

“Oh really…” you said rolling your eyes, “because it sounded like you were calling me a whore, to me…”

“No no no…” Colby said with panic on his voice, “I don’t think you’re a whore, I could never think that… you’re not!” He babbled.

“Then what the fuck Colby?” You shouted, as you walked away from him. You couldn’t take this confused situation any longer.

“I just… the truth is…” Colby said his voice softening as he looked at the back of your head, “I couldn’t stand to see you with him.”

Your stomach filled with butterflies as your brain fumbled for an answer to what Colby meant. “I don’t get what you mean Colby! So what… I can’t fuck somebody because… what? Because you don’t like the look of us together?”

“No it’s not that I-“ Colby couldn’t speak, his heart was telling him one thing, but he brain was saying another.

“Then what Colby? What the fuck are you doing?” You said annoyed, “why are you being like this?!”

Colby suddenly grabbed your face with both hands and before you realised what was happening, his lips were pressed tightly against yours. He caught you completely off guard. So you pulled back, looking at him shocked. Granted that yours and Colby friendship was predominantly late night drives, sexual tension and flirtatious banter, but you had already had this conversation before… your friendship meant too much to you both to risk.

Colby looked at you, slightly embarrassed and annoyed at himself, “I’m sorry…” he said letting go of your face taking a step back.

“What is going on Colby?” You asked, desperate for some answers at this point.

“I couldn’t stand to see you with him, because…” Colby took a deep breath before finishing, “because I think I… I like you.” He looked at the floor, his cheeks flushing red. You had never seen Colby like this. Not with you, not with anymore.

You chuckled nervously, “Colbs… we talked about this…” you said softly, your anger melting away.

“I know…” Colby said, slightly disheartened as he looked at the floor.

“Our friendship, it’s too great for us to lose…” you said honestly. But all you could think about was how his lips felt on yours. And how deep down, you wanted nothing more than to feel that all over again. After all, throughout your friendship you often had dreamed of what it would be like.

Colby stopped, his hands on his hips as he took a deep breath to look at you. He sighed as he spoke, “no. You know what? Fuck that.” He said as your eyebrows frowned in confusion. “I think… wait no I know that I want you, y/n.”

Your eyes fell wide. You didn’t know what to do, or feel.

Colby took a step closer to you as he continued, “I think you should give me a chance.” He said with a smirk.

‘The alcohol… I must be the alcohol’ you thought to yourself as you chuckled, “Colby… your drunk-“

“So what, doesn’t mean it’s not the truth!” Colby said with an excited smile on his face.

“And… you know you couldn’t handle me.” You said back with a smirk.

Colby bit his lip, loving the flirtatious banter, “I think I’ll be just fine, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t lie, the way he called you sweetheart made your heart twitch and your clit to pulsate. You took a step closer to him, looking deep into his eyes. You could hear Colby swallow hard, maybe he did really want you after all. You smirked as you spoke, “no Colby… I ain’t no one’s submissive.” You could hear Colby’s breath shake as his jaw fell slack.

You winked before walking away. As Colby snapped back to reality he quickly shouted after you, “you watch y/n! I’ll have you cracking in no time!”

You didn’t turn back but you couldn’t help but smile at his words as you continued on your path.

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Throughout the following week, Colby truly tried his hardest. The flirting turned up to 100, the glances across the room, the carefully placed hands on your body as he moved past you. You must admit, you were close to cracking multiple times this week. But the truth was, you didn’t even know if you did want Colby in the same way. You’ve seen for yourself, how he could be with other girls, and you yourself usually slept around with no strings attached. But not with friends, especially Colby. He meant far too much to you, and you really weren’t willing to risk what you already have.

The next Saturday rolled around rather quickly, but this time, you were all invited to a party at the old trap house. Everyone was going to be there.

As you pulled up outside the house, Sam and Jake quickly jumped out from the backseats as you unbuckled your belt, “y/n, wait.” Colby said before you opened your door.

You turned to him quickly, “yeah?” Your excitement for this party having your mood so high right now.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask this…” Colby started as you sighed with a smile. “Please will you go in there as my date tonight?” You could see the plead in his eyes but you couldn’t shake the feeling.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk and a slight chuckle, “Colby, we’ve talked about this…”

“I know! But I know that…” Colby hands lifted up to move the hair out of your face, your breath catching in your throat, “you’re this close to cracking.” He said with a smirk.

You quickly snapped yourself out of his gaze. He was right, you were that close to cracking but you were terrified of it would it mean for you both, your friendship if things didn’t work out. “God Colby!” You laughed, “why can’t you just go in there and you know… be your normal self for me?” You said with puppy dog eyes. Colby has had enough of the game and the chase, he was making you crack tonight. Then it hit him, this was his opportunity. The thing that would really make you crack after everything he’s tried this week.

“Fine.” He said with a smile, “you have your wish, sweetheart. I will be my normal self.” Colby said with a mischievous look on his face.

“Thank you!” You said with a sigh, “now come on!” You laughed as you climbed out of the car.

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The party was going great, the alcohol flowed nicely as you and your friends danced and socialised. You were very tipsy at this point, not quite drunk yet as you looked around for him. Colby. He was no where to be seen. You quickly found Tara who was taking shots with Jared in the kitchen. “Hey guys, have you seen Colby?” You asked as Tara excitedly spun around at the sound of your voice.

“Hey!” She smiled as she handed you a shot, “yes! He was right here…” Tara looked around confused as he suddenly seen Colby heading your way, “oh there he is!”

You turned around to see Colby walking over to you with the smuggest look on his face. “Oh hey y/n.” He said with a cheery tone.

“Hey! I was looking for you!” You shouted over the music with a smile.

Colby bit his lip as he began making a drink, “oh I’m sorry!” He said with a tone you no longer recognised, “I was just busy my new lady friend over there.” He leaned down to you and pointed over at the tall brunette girl, with a figure out of this world. You couldn’t help but feel your heart sink slightly. Colby noticed the look the on your face as you looked at her. “Isn’t she hot?” Colby said with that smug look back on his face.

‘What is he up to?’ You thought to yourself. And it wasn’t long before you figured it out. He was trying to make you jealous. You chuckled to yourself as you refused to let him win this way. You turned to face him. “Yeah she is, I guess I’ll leave you to it.” You said a smirk. Colby was taking back slightly, he thought he had you but I guess he needed to go harder.

“Thank you,” he said with a patronising tone, “I think I’m in for a very good night tonight.. don’t you?” He said as the corners of his mouth turned upwards.

You looked back at the girl who sat taking selfies on the sofa, waiting for Colby’s return. “Oh yeah,” you nodded, “make sure you get her STD results.” You said with a smug look on your face. Colby’s mouth dropped wide at your comment. This was getting to you, it was working, and Colby could see that. But before he could reply, you quickly downed the shot that was in your hand, throwing the cup to the side. “Later Colbs.” You smiled as he quickly hurried away from him.

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The Evening was moving quickly as most of the party had began to disperse. You all sat around the living area, Colby and that girl directly on the other side of the room from you. You couldn’t help it, your teeth began to grind and your heart began to beat fast. He was really pushing every single one of your buttons. His eyes constantly glancing at you. The way his stare buried into you made your body rise in heat and the need to rip his clothes off more and more intense. But no. You are not giving in. That is until now. Colby looked at you once again as your eyes met his, he gave you a ‘last chance’ look as you rolled your eyes shaking your head.

Colby sighed slightly, this was it. This was his last chance and if what he does next doesn’t work, then maybe you really don’t want him. He looked back at the girl sitting close up beside him, who was still talking away. He took a deep breath before checking that you were looking, and once he felt your eyes on him, a mischievous smirk appeared on his face, “yeah that’s really great!” He said as he wasn’t listening to a word she said. He quickly leaned in, connecting their lips.

Your eyes fell wide as anger and jealously filled your entire body. You really didn’t realise just how badly affected you were by this until right now. Seeing him, his lips on another. You bit your tongue. Your jaw flexed as you quickly stood from your seat heading for the staircase. Colby pulled away from the kiss and looked in your direction. He saw the look on your face and guilt hit him like a truck. As you reached the stairs you stopped, looking back him one last time. You tilted your head signalling that you wanted him to follow you. He had practically fawned at your feet all week, and tonight he tortured you with the deadly sin jealously. Enough was enough.

You headed upstairs into the room that used to Colby’s many years ago. As you looked around the room and saw how different it looked suddenly you heard him enter, his presence making your body cover in goosebumps.

“Y/n…” he said softly as he walked up behind you. “Look, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-“ as he spoke he lifted his hand up to touch your back.

You spun around quickly, cutting him off as you stood on your tip toes connecting your lips, in a deep kiss. After a moment, Colby sunk into the surprised kiss as he grabbed your face with both hands, deepening the connection. Everything got heated. Quick. As you pulled away catching your breath as you spoke, “I’m so pissed at you right now.” You said as you leaned back in.

“Oh yeah…” Colby mumbled against your lips, lifting his arms to grab your jacket, quickly pulling it over your shoulders and down your arms.

“You’ve tortured me all night.” You spoke into the kiss as you also began to remove his clothes. Colby’s hands trailed all over your body as you walked him over to the bed. Just as the back of his legs hit the frame, you pulled away looking at the hungry look on Colby’s face. You quickly pushed his chest with force as he landed on the bed just left in his boxers. You looked down on his, so much frustration and passion fuelling you as you spoke, you voice dominant, “if we’re doing this… we’re doing this my way.” Colby eyes fell wide as he watched you climbed on top of him. He had been waiting a long time for this. He wasn’t use to not having control, but damn. The way you moved, the way you spoke, he was under your spell.

You connected your lips once again in another deep and passionate kiss. Colby pulled you closer as he thrusted his hips up into your pelvis. He groaned into the kiss and you could feel how desperate he was becoming as his bulge hardened against you. You leaned up, looking down at him as his hands gripped your hips. “So You did all this, because you want me?” You said with a smirk. Colby nodded his head as he bit his lip. You thought for a moment as you sat up on him, your core pressed down on his rock hard dick. You moved slightly earning a desperate wince from him, “would you have fucked that girl tonight? Be honest.” You asked in a demanding tone.

Colby took a deep breath, “yeah.” He said softly. But fuck, that turned you on even more.

You looked down on him as his heart pounded out his chest, the view of you sitting on top of him being the best he’s ever seen you. “What do you want Colby?”

Colby’s eyes looked up and down your body as he hands traced up to your waist, “you…” he said softly. “Fuck, I want you so fucking badly.” He said as he buckled his hips.

You licked your lips as you saw Colby swallow hard, you leaned down, your lips pressed against his ear, “oh yeah.” You placed a kiss just below his lobe.

Colby inhaled sharply as he nodded, “ye-yeah.” You kissed along his neck, grinding your hips down on him more intensely, “then beg…” you demanded your lips kissing and sucking down to his collar bone.

Colby gasped, he’s never begged before… he’s always had girls begging for him, he was completely out of his comfort zone, however, the way he felt about you, compared to no other. “P… please, y/n.” His voice shook as he spoke.

“Please what baby?” You mumbled against his skin.

“Fuck…” Colby breathed out as you began to move your hips quicker, “please ride me… I need to be inside you.”

The desperation in Colby’s voice made your clit ache and your entrance drip. You wanted to punish him for the way he’d been acting, but the truth was, you also needed him now. More than anything. You quickly jumped up off him, “boxers off. Now.” You demanded as he nodded, taking them off as quickly as he could. You slid your panties down your legs as you threw them to the side. “Come here.” You said as Colby sat up on the edge of the bed.

You quickly straddled his lap as you felt his dripping tip tease your soaking core. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.” Colby said as he reached his hands up to cup your face. You quickly wrapped one arm around his neck as the other held his dick in place as Colby gasped, feeling your hand around him. You slowly slid down on him, earning groans from the both of your mouths. You began to move up and down on him, as you both groaned out in unison. This was everything you’d both ever dreamed of, if not better. Maybe he was right, maybe you two should risk it all, because damn, so far… it was so fucking worth it. Your speed picked up as Colby kissed along your jaw and down your neck, his hands kneading your breasts as you bounced on top of him. “Fuck y/n… I’m so glad you crack.” Colby spoke between moans.

“Shut the fuck, and make me cum.” You spoke with a forceful tone. Colby loved this side of you. He never thought he would enjoy not having the control for once.

Your head flung back in pleasure as you bounced on his cock and your walls clenched around him, “fuck, yes mam.” Colby said excitedly as he quickly stood up flipping you both over. His dick still exactly where it needed to be.

He wasted no time and began pounding into you, both of you already so close to orgasm after the night you’ve had. “Fuck… Im not gonna last much longer baby.” Colby said as he groaned deeply, he breath shaking from each thrust.

“Don’t you fucking dare cum yet,” you demanded as your words made Colby melt and his dick twitch. You grabbed his hand as you moved it towards your clit, “touch me.” You gasped. Desperate to be sent flying over the edge.

Colby didn’t hesitate and as he pounded he rubbed your clit vigorously, your head flying back in pleasure as you moaned louder than ever. “Fuck, that’s it baby.” Colby said as he groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second as he tried his hardest not to cum.

“Fuck Colby!” You cried out as that familiar knot appeared in your stomach.

“Please baby, cum for me. I can’t hold it any longer.” He begged as moved quicker and deeper, his fingers rubbing quickly as he could.

“Fuckkkk.” You groaned, “now!” You cried out as your orgasm hit you fulled speed and a string of expletives left your mouth mixed with moans.

Colby dick twitched as he called out, “fuck y/n!” His hot cum filling you up as he groaned deeply. His thrusts slowing down as he rode out both of your highs. You both tried to catch your breath as he slowly pulled out of you, his cum following along. He quickly dropped himself, lying next to you on the bed. “Fuck…” you whispered with a smile from ear to ear.

You chuckled, “tell me about it.” Your heart pounded as heat radiated through your body.

Colby turned his head to look at you, “never thought I’d enjoy being a sub so much.”

You laughed looking at the ceiling, “after the shit you pulled tonight…” you turned to look at him, “you’re in for one hell of a night.” You said as you bit your lips.

Colby’s eyes fell wide with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. “Bring it on baby.”

AUTHORS NOTE: I hope you liked it! Remember requests are open! Get them in now! Xx

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lena--beana · 7 months

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Damn I can't believe Sam Deats read my journal and made Castlevania Nocturne specifically for me with everything I could have wanted from a Rondo/Symphony story but like

Oh my GOD??????????

Olrox getting main billing after being my favorite one-off villain with one (1) boss fight with no build-up and never reappearing, they were really like "yeah let's make him the hottest motherfucker in the world and make him even cooler while we're at it"

Richter and Maria's character designs are 😘👌 perfection! I loved how Maria had her classic hairdo with her nightgown too and watching Richter put the bandana on for the first time with goddamn "Divine Bloodlines" playing like????

And Richter doing the Grand Cross??? And his flame whip????? The 1000 blades technique against the marquis?????? Maria using so many of her animal friends and caring so much about each of them sweet child oh my goodness

Not to mention the way I screamed louder for Juste than Alucard bc let's be real baby vampire boy was always going to come back but I had NO faith that they would even look at my boy JB and especially Maxim?? Even in passing I'm so touched holy shit. And I see that red coat on the foot of his bed, I know my angry grandpa's coming back 👀👀

But speaking of Alucard I adore this redesign, the little cravat telling me they're at least trying to give him his Symphony look instead of the t-shirt in the last show is a nice touch but that porcelain doll look is killer and I'm all here for it 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Also everything about Annette oh my lord?? Giving her anything besides just being a damsel in distress like before but everything about her backstory had me on the edge of my seat and I LOVED watching her trap the plantation owner in a cage before the end

Loved getting to see Countess Bathory since we're never getting a Bloodlines anime, the succubus who took me way too long to realize she wasn't just a unique vampire like I had every clue thrown in my face from the fit to the nails and she even admitted to haunting men's dreams and I didn't figure it out til the second she grew wings 😭 glad Alucard still got to finish her off but I'm sad we probably won't get that scene with Lisa again (which probably wouldn't happen since Drac isn't back anyway so there wouldn't be much point)

Can I just talk about Olrox some more bc like??? This guy had NOTHING before the show, he was a fuckin Nosferatu reference and now they gave him all this history, they kept all of his abilities and the dragon transformation?? Plus the beautiful purple and gold suit and those piercing green eyes I love one (1) man and its this fucker I need WAY more of him next time around 👀👀👀👀👀

And yes absolutely I'm excited for next time, we're picking up right where Rondo starts, Father Abbott as a stand-in for Shaft and Tera immediately being turned, the city about to burn like? Are we gonna see Death again?? Do we get to watch Richter fight the Behemoth next season? Is Abbott going to totally lose his mind and bring back Dracula to stop Bathory? Since Alucard is here from the start and not after a time skip do we get to see the Inverted Castle? We already got so much that I would have called a million to one chance but anything's possible now we are SO back baybeeeee

#i like this series a lot and i'm really excited for more of the show 🥺#Castlevania #castlevania nocturne #castlevania netflix #Castlevania nocturne spoilers #richter belmont #maria renard #alucard #juste belmont #olrox

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streamsofstardust · 2 years

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flashbacks | j.m.k

josh kiszka x reader

word count: 1,927 (wow, tal wrote something short for once)

content warnings: joshy has dirty thoughts, sexy memories, references to bondage, slight soft dom!josh, something you could potentially consider orgasm denial, lots of teasing, not direct smut but allusions to it

summary: josh can't seem to focus during an interview, thoughts of you occupying his mind.

a/n: my first josh fic has arrived my friends. finally got joshua michael on the masterlist and it only took... way too long. i know it's short but i kinda like how it's not total in your face smut. look at me trying something new. happy joshua michael monday to u all🖤 and as always, the link to join my taglist is in my bio!

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it was one interview. just a matter of two to three hours with the guys and then he was back to the hotel where he knew you'd be waiting for him. you were all he could think about and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a massive struggle to focus on the interviewer’s questions. he figured it would be best to let the others answer most of them this time, already knowing everyone would be confused by his lack of speaking but taking the risk nonetheless.

in all honesty, he was barely able to concentrate. the questions were fairly similar for most interviews, especially at the start, so after brief introductions, josh sat back and let his brothers take the reins.

yes, we’re very excited to be back on tour.

yes, we have been working extensively on new music.

no, we can't say much about it at this time. but it's gonna be big.

yes, jake really does mimic playing guitar in his sleep.

in the midst of zoning out, josh’s mind had taken him back to the previous night. he thought back to how you were spread out for him on the hotel bed, fully naked with your hands tied to the bed frame. it wasn't often that josh got particularly rough with you, but something about seeing you dripping for him, causing a complete mess on the sheets below, set him off. he recalled how you tasted on his tongue, subconsciously licking his lips as if he could still taste you on them and swiping over them with his fingers.

he felt jake nudge his arm from where he sat beside him, pulling him out of his fantasy. “i swear sometimes josh is in his own little universe.” he joked to the interviewer.

josh chuckled in response. “sorry about that. long nights and tons of traveling really drain a guy.” the interviewer nodded and smiled at him, repeating her question. “do you find it hard to maintain a relationship while on tour?”

it was a valid question, one the group had gotten before, and their response wasn't usually what the interviewer expected. sure, they were rockstars, but they never let that get in the way of their relationships.

josh responded without hesitation, “not really. jake and his girlfriend are strong as all hell, danny’s girlfriend tends to come to as many shows as possible, and our little sammy is enjoying being a bachelor.” he reached behind himself to pat sam’s knee, the younger kiszka brother shrugged and smiled in response as if to say can you really blame me?

in the brief period of laughter, josh allowed himself to drift back into his daydream. he couldn't get those beautiful sounds you made out of his head. the way you whimpered and moaned for him as he dragged his tongue through your heat. he’d love to record those sounds. to incorporate them into one of the band’s songs. it would be a true homage to the divine feminine and josh would have the pleasure of knowing he's the reason those sounds exist at all. he smirked at the thought.

sammy not so subtly flicked josh’s head to bring his focus back. “i know that face joshua,” he spoke before turning his attention back to the interviewer. “looks like this discussion is bringing back a few special memories for josh.”

“well, josh, what about your relationship then?” the interviewer asked him.

“yeah, joshy, spill the beans.” sam teased.

josh looked down at his hands in his lap and smiled. “I'm really lucky actually. my girlfriend decided to join us on tour this time so i get to spend all my down time with her. you'd be shocked by how lonely you can feel while constantly traveling. yeah we’re playing these huge shows and i’m with my brothers, and i wouldn't trade it for the world, but it's nice to go back to my bunk or my hotel room at the end of the day and know that the person i love is waiting for me.” a chorus of awwws rang around the small room.

josh thought back to the look on your face when he first asked you to come on tour with him. your eyes were beaming and your cheeks hurt from how wide your smile was. of course you were going to say yes, as if it was even a question. you'd follow josh anywhere, just as he would for you.

as sweet as that memory had been in his mind, it was quickly replaced by a different look on your face. one you made last night from your place over him, riding him as though your life depended on it. he recalled how you threw your head back, your eyes rolling into your head as your jaw went slack. his hands roaming every inch of your body he could get to. your moans filled the room and bounced off the walls. josh was absolutely consumed by you, mind, body, and soul. you were perfection to him in this state, and any other. a goddess to be worshiped for the rest of his days.

shaking himself out of his daze, he felt himself harden in his seat, shifting ever so slightly to hide the growing bulge beneath his tight pants. at that point he had decided to force himself to focus on the interview. he began looking for tiny intricate details of his surroundings. the few stray hairs that dangled in front of his face. the way the interviewer's right eye appeared to be a few shades darker than her left eye. the way jake’s leg brushed against his every so often as he bounced it in his own attempt to get rid of his energy. the way the light on the camera blinked red, indicating the interview was still being recorded. anything.

it worked for the remainder of the questioning. he let his brothers take most of the questions while he waited for the whole thing to be over. Time seemed to be moving too fast while simultaneously not fast enough. He stopped looking at the clock, knowing that it would make the whole ordeal drag on. Something about a watched pot never boiling.

Luckily for josh, the interview finally ended and everyone was making their way back to the bus. The drive to the hotel was relatively quick, only about 10 minutes long. Josh was squirming the entire time, not able to lay down in his bunk, and instead choosing to sit on one of the couches up front. Danny and sam had been too wrapped up in their card game to pay attention to josh, but jake was a keen observer of his twin, and he knew josh’s behavior paired with his inattentiveness and blank stares during the interview were signs that his mind was elsewhere. He got up to sit next to his brother.

“You’ve been super out of it today. Care to share your thoughts with the class?” jake asked.

Josh smirked, tossing his head back and chuckling. “Trust me brother dearest, i’m not sharing these thoughts with anyone.”

Jake looked at his twin with a quirked brow, realizing immediately why josh was jumpy on the bus. He knew that you were waiting for josh at the hotel. What he didn’t know was the way josh requested you to be waiting for him.

Josh thought back to the conversation the two of you had that morning, shutting his eyes to recall the memory even better.

“It shouldn’t take that long my love.” josh spoke, caressing your face with the soft skin of his hand. “Just a quick little interview and i’ll be back to you in no time.”

You pouted, looking up at him with pleading eyes. You knew that was a weakness of his. Innocent eyes from the most gorgeous creature he’d ever known, a laughable juxtaposition given how filthy he knew you to be.

“Aw come on sweetness. Don’t give me that look. You know i’d stay in bed with you all day if i could.” his hand started trailing down your arm, then to your torso, then to the edge of your panties, slowly moving two of his fingers over your clothed pussy. You shut your eyes and arched your back, preening into his touch. No matter how many times he touched you, it always felt like the first time, never anything other than amazing.

“Just a few short hours and i’ll be back here, with you. Loving on every inch of this perfect body, pulling those angelic little whines from those perfect lips.” you moaned at his words, causing him to smile. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.” the pressure from his fingers increased, still teasing but still providing you with delicious pleasure. But just like that, his hands ceased their movement, moving up your body to hold you tight. You whined at the loss, having been under the impression josh was going to take you to the finish line.

“Sorry lover. You’ll have to wait until i get back to get what you want.” he kissed you passionately before hopping out of bed to get ready. “I’ll text you when we’re on our way back,” he started, walking back to the bed to cup your jaw with his right hand. He moved his head close to your ear, gently biting the lobe before continuing. “And when i walk into this room, i want to see you fully undressed, on your hands and knees, and that incredible ass high up in the air. Understood, princess?”

You whimpered in response, nodding quickly in submission. Josh smiled, kissing your cheek and saying goodbye before heading out.

The second the bus reached the hotel, josh jumped from his seat and nearly sprinted inside. His three brothers stared at him as he did so, chuckling at his eagerness. Danny spoke up, addressing sam and jake. “I was going to suggest lunch and some drinks, but something tells me josh is going to be a bit preoccupied for a while.”

Taking the elevator up to his floor, josh felt antsy. Not with nerves, rather extreme excitement. He couldn’t think of anything other than you the entire time he was at that interview. Couldn’t stop thinking about your lips, your body, your beautiful moans, how warm and tight you felt around him. He felt himself strain against his jeans at the thought, fighting the urge to palm himself over his pants while in the confines of the elevator.

The second he got to your shared suite he flung the door open, heading straight for the bedroom. Eyes widening and darkening immediately at the sight before him. Always such a good listener. He could see your pussy glistening with your slick from where he stood, his mouth salivating on its own accord.

He began shedding his clothing to match your state of undress, making his way over to where you were positioned in the middle of the bed. “You, my sweet, sweet girl, are a huge distraction.” he breathed out, his lips and hands trailing along the length of your back. You turned your head to look at him, a playful smirk taking its place on your lips. “Oh yeah? Guess you’ll have to punish me for it.”

Josh groaned at your words, his cock twitching between your ass and his stomach. His grip on your skin tightening as he bit down on your shoulder, licking the mark to soothe it right after.

"oh sweetheart, you are so fucking in for it."

#gvf smut #greta van fleet smut #josh kiszka #josh kiszka greta van fleet #josh kiszka gvf #josh kiszka smut #josh gvf #greta van fleet #gvf #gretavanfleet #my fics #joshua michael monday

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justonemoregayboy · 2 years

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Morning teeth brushing routine

Dean Winchester x Male!reader

Warnings:Smut

word count: 2520

requests are open🖤

English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy reading.

Getting out of bed, Y/n changed into just a set of small briefs that barely covered his bubble butt. Even with Sam being out on his daily routine of running and Jack heading out with Castiel to investigate anything that caught the nephelim's attention, he still wasn't alone in the bunker. And he couldn't walk around with nothing but a smile.

Speaking of which, just like his big worked breasts, his smile was something he cared about a lot. His first stop after leaving his bedroom was the bathroom. After a quick brush of he tousled hair from his face, the next brush he picked up was for his teeth. With some toothpaste he went to work diligently maintaining his beautiful smile.

The bedroom door at the other end of the hall opened. A mature man walked down the hall to the kitchen to eat breakfast. He walked past the bathroom door and paused for a moment, seeing Y/n on the bathroom counter in he underwear.

Breakfast could wait.

Y/n glanced out of the corner of his eye as the man's reflection appeared in the large mirror in front of him. The defined contours of his muscular body suited he in he job as a monster hunter. His eyes swept over his washboard abs to see that he too was wearing only his underwear. The material of his briefs tightened as he struggled to contain the other impressive attribute of his. He couldn't be more excited to get up close and personal with the hot Dean Winchester.

Like most fucking hot men, Dean had a nearly insatiable libido. Lately, the restrictive nature of his job made it difficult for him to find a good hole that he could regularly drain that beast into.

Y/n's eyes followed Dean as he walked behind him. While he was still brushing his teeth, he wordlessly slid his thumbs into the hem of his briefs just enough to expose his privates. A small rope of arousal from him clung to he crotch. He had been anticipating this, and it was already pretty wet down there.

He knelt down and grabbed his ass with both hands, parting his boy pussy with his thumbs and giving him a long, slow lick. It wasn't meant to be a full course of foreplay. If he had woken up a little later and caught him at the breakfast table, it would have been a different story, as he would have crawled under him to grab his own breakfast. With a mouthful of toothpaste and his mouth probably sporting morning breath, this was merely a polite good morning kiss to his little hole.

He stood up and pulled his boxers down far enough to let his angry morning wood spring freely against Y/n's ass cheek with an audible thud. He held the thick girth of his shaft in his hand and guided the tip to the slippery underside of him, rubbing it up and down to lubricate himself well. After briefly teasing him, he slid into him unceremoniously. He put he hand on his hips and pulled Y/n toward him as he thrust into him, filling him with the full length of his cock in one fluid motion.

Y/n felt butterflies in he stomach. Even though it was something he had come to expect, nothing could really prepare him every time he felt him filling he completely. It was never hard on him. At least never too abrupt. He didn't crash it. But still he grunted involuntarily as he was thrust into he fist, thrusting that big cock against his sensitive prostate, literally taking his breath away for a moment.

He held it there until Y/n could get used to the size of him inside of him. Once he started breathing again, he began to move in and out of his ass, slowly and tenderly, pulling and pushing into that tight hole. His strong hands moved from holding his hips along his toned body to his chest, cupping them with a firm grip as he played with his sensitive erect nipples.

Feeling Dean in heat now, he vividly remembered the first time.

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It was a morning like any other. Dean found him on the bathroom counter brushing his teeth, both of them in their underwear. He greeted him silently with a hug from behind him, wrapping his arms around he waist, pulling him close. He could feel the size of his hard morning wood like steel wedged against his butt. It was a game he liked to play, to see how far he could push his limits before he pushed he away. Usually a firm elbow to the ribs was enough to send him off without any resistance.

But for some reason, this time, Y/n didn't. Maybe it was because he knew there was something very big inside those underwear burning for him. Maybe it was because it was that time of year when he wasn't thinking clearly. But whatever it was, a part of him was genuinely curious as to how far it would go. He allowed his embrace to linger.

Emboldened, Dean caressed the back of his neck and he moved his hips, rubbing against Y/n, sliding his shaft up and down between his cheeks through the thin fabric of his boxers and his cheeks from Y/n's tiny underwear. One of his hands moved up the length of his body to the bottom of his chest. He must have expected him to push him away for that. But I never arrive. His hand slid up to cup his chest through the skimpy shirt that barely covered him. His finger found and circled the tip of he nipple immediately. It was easy for him to find it, digging hard against the material of the garment. His thumb joined he, giving he just the lightest of pinches.

It was no longer a mere hug, a careless touch that they could both dismiss. It was clearly obvious to both of them the sexual nature of this embrace. They both knew it. And they both knew the other knew it. And yet, Y/n didn't try to stop him. Instead of startling him to his senses to redouble his resistance, he found himself melting into his embrace.

He hips grinding against him moved in longer strokes. He couldn't see it, but he could feel the bare flesh of his penis protruding from the top of his boxers against the base of his butt. He was so focused on the sensation that he almost didn't notice his other hand slipping its fingers into his underwear. But feeling his finger sliding into the top of his hole was a sensation he couldn't ignore. But he didn't want to anymore. His body shuddered as he felt he finger encircle his orifice. The strength in his arm bracing against the bathroom counter failed and he fell forward onto he elbows, and he moved with Y/n.

Dean took that as a sign. His hand in his underwear pushed he down to the middle of he thighs.

Y/n looked at the mirror. His muscular body towered over him. He had strength, yes. But he too. And between the two of them, he was much stronger if we talk about combat. If he wanted, he could take it right now, whether he allowed it or not. The idea scared and excited him.

If he told he to stop, he wondered if he would. He surely would, he always stopped first. But a part of him feared that this time he wouldn't. But a bigger part of Y/n was afraid that he would. And so he fell silent.

Behind him, he erection was almost completely out of he boxers. With he hand free of he, he angled it down between he legs before wrapping he strong, muscular arm around him again, holding him tight and teasing he breast again as he thrust. The side of he shaft slid against he boy pussy, surprising them both with how wet he had become.

He hand playing with his on he cock hadn't stopped as he continued to stimulate him more and more. He muscles were putty on he hands. He mind was a misty haze of excitement. He ability to even defend self was useless. And with the bulk of him pinning him against the bathroom counter, and the feel of his teeth against he neck, he was completely helpless to stop it and he knew it.

He hand playing with his cock moved between he legs to point he cock up. The tip pressed against the entrance of his boy's pussy and he stopped, froze, absolutely still.

Y/n looked at him in the mirror. His entire body was shaking as he gasped with animal lust. From the moment he first started up, he buried his face in he hair, inhaling the heady musk of a whore in heat. And now, in this final moment when he would be most lost in his instincts, he looked up from the nape of his neck to his eyes in the mirror.

He face was flushed with excitement, as much as his. His eyes were narrowed with lust, but in this moment of clarity, he could see that they were also tinged with fear. For a few seconds, he looked at he and Y/n looked back at him. It was clear that he loved him. He wanted him so much that it hurt he, even now, to deny self. But he realized that he was waiting for he permission.

Y/n could say no, and he would stop. He knew that he could. That it would be the right, albeit cruel, thing to do. As the arduous seconds passed, his eyes sparkled. There was no yes. And the cold sobriety of what he had done, of what he was about to do, with his best friend no less, had begun to sink in.

But just when all hope seemed lost, Y/n gave Dean the slightest nod. His Dean's face lit up with the joy of every morning and birthday and Christmas party combined. His arms wrapped around him and he hugged him tightly, pulling him to him as he pushed self into Y/n.

That was the first time Dean took his breath away. He wasn't used to such length and girth stretching him out so completely. Not that he hadn't had big cocks inside him before, no way. But Dean had certainly gotten the best of the Winchester genes. And something else . He took a bit of work, a bit of time and patience on both sides, but the depths of him managed to stretch enough for him to wield. Through his efforts, they treated him to feeling his heavy balls against his stretched hole every time he bottomed out with him.

Dean pressed his face against the back of his hair again. Not to enjoy his scent, but to hide his face. But it wasn't enough to quell his desperate, cathartic moans as he finally managed to get him into heat after so long. It broke he heart to hear it. If his back was turned, he would have hugged he back.

While he had waited for this moment, now he just wanted it to last forever. But it wasn't going to be. The sensation of Y/n of him coming increased the pressure around his cock, the massaging squeezes milking him for all he had, and the wetness dripping down his legs was too much. That, coupled with the wet sounds of his hips bumping rhythmically, accompanied by Y/n's moans in lustful passion, was a symphony of pleasure beyond compare. He could not stand it any longer.

He wielded it one last time. Y/n's eyes widened. As with so many things, he should have expected this, but he wasn't ready for it. His hand cupped his belly and the bulge in his abdomen swelled as he felt the tip of him widen, deep inside him. His embrace tightened, pulling him against him harder than ever, pressing the tip of him against his prostate, battering it as hard as he could. He felt his shaft throb and pulse as he pumped load after load, delivering it deep inside Y/n, with nowhere else to go but straight through he rectal canal, flooding he belly with a torrent of thick, pent-up seed of Dean who seemed to want to be able to raise him until he was pregnant with his baby.

For a long time, they stood together like this, panting and coming down from the euphoria of their shared climax. Neither of them could hardly believe what had just happened. Each wondered and worried if the other was upset or sorry. But once Dean was physically calm enough to back away, they had a long talk about consent and boundaries for next time. It was too many small potatoes for Dean to accept. All that mattered was that there would be a next time. And some time after that. And some time after that.

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So it was. And while it became as much a part of his morning routine as brushing his teeth, it never stopped being special. He looked at self in the mirror and Dean looked back at he, meeting he eyes, watching them flutter every time he trembled from coming so hard. Especially when he came at the same time as Y/n. They had gotten pretty good at it. He loved feeling Dean come deep inside him.

As soon as Dean finished, he backed away carefully so as not to let he get away. He pulled up his underpants as they were before they got there. He gave he a sweet kiss on the cheek before heading downstairs to make them breakfast while Y/n finished brushing. Y/n put he palm to he belly. He would get to feel a part of him inside he while he wasn't at work for the day. And just like brushing his teeth, he always left him with a beautiful smile.

Dean carried out his duties with a clear head, which allowed him to improve his hunts quickly while the other men in the bunker didn't understand why he was always so relaxed. And Y/n could be as happy as ever at home with his friends, feeling no resentment for being physically neglected. As per his wishes, he never told anyone who was the boy who made him practically glow when they all got together for dinner. But everyone could clearly tell that he was happier than he had been in a long time. For everyone, it was enough just to see him smile.

After all…

It was the prettiest thing he could wear.

#dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester x male!reader #male reader #male reader insert #supernatural x male reader #spnfamily

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biblicallyaccuratecanine · 1 year

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Redacted Height Headcanons, except it’s compared to my version of their listener <3

i have some agendas if you can’t tell <3

#[🖤] pretty-one-speaks #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted asher #redacted babe #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted aaron #redacted smartass

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dextraicarus1994 · 1 month

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And here it is... This AU where Regan and Sam are enemies but still Regan wants Sam back to her side not matter what. A little story, hope you like it to bring some lore. You can find this story in my AOE, too. Here is the link:

The Devil was behind her smile.

Sam knew deep down that she stills loves Regan. No matter what, the great moments both shared and how both created the thing they keep together: Her beloved daughter Sarah.

Or at least... That's what he used to think. That person in front of him was not the Regan he used to know, that person was a twisted monster, an Eden creation who took away the two things he loved.

They would pay... He only needed a chance for her to lose her guard and he would free himself from his chains.

Regan smiles, a smile that he was used to but behind it, was malice inside, the devil behind those golden eyes he fell in love years ago...

She was not his Regan.

She was the monster who was haunting his dreams all his years of thinking she was dead.

"Don't feel bad, Sam... We both know that was inevitable. But don't you worry, my beloved. We will become a family again" she said with a smile that he couldn't decipher anymore...

He wanted to get away from this place... Where was Marcus now? Did he know he was trapped here?

"Searching for your hacker friend? I fear that he will not be able to find you, no when he has bigger problems of his own with a familiar face" Regan said showing a little screen from her wrist showing Marcus dealing with a now completely augmented Sarah.

Her child.

His pillar.

His hope been broken...

"You..." He tried to speak, some threads of tears were threatening to fall from his eyes. The fury his eyes directed to the woman who only saw him as a piece of throphy

"Yes, Sam. She is our daughter. The perfect creation Eden had done. She is so perfect. No more restrains and weakness from flesh and bone. The perfect soldier, the perfect bonding between human and machine"

"No..." Said Sam, his throat trying to pronounce more words with hatred against the devil. This monster.

Regan laughs. Sam tried to shut up that voice inside his head. Her voice haunting him.

He lost.

The war was over for him and his fate was sealed since the beginning of meeting and falling in love for her those years ago.

"You will not get away... You will be stopped..." he said and at the same time feeling the touch of Regan's hand on his check, in a charismatic, yet a victorious gesture from her.

"Oh, Sam... You may not be able to understand yet, but you will see... The new Eden will be a better place for all of us... Just wait and see..."

And with that Regan took a step back, a smile surrounding her face.

It was in that moment when the world around Sam became a complete hell.

From the shadows a machine put some visors on his head, an extreme pain surrounding his flesh and bones, an agonizing scream surrounded the entire room...

A laugh was heard one last time from her and then everything turned black.

So here it is, a little dark drabble to complete this piece. Hope you like it. Yeah, there is not happy endings in this universe. 😁😁😁😁🌹🌹🌹🌹😈😈😈😈💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤

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stardropsandrain · 1 year

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Bucky Headcanons

Warnings; mention of scars

Please do enjoy

Bucky would be a shy boyfriend, not very open to pda. But when you two were alone he'd constantly want to be with you. He's still afraid to loose you, especially after Steve

He loves mudane tasks, especially when he can be near you while doing them

Cooking? He's either perched on a bar stool watching, helping you, or standing with his arms around you

Folding laundry? If you're okay with it, you're on his lap. If not? He's right next to you, folding clothes with you

Watching TV? If you're up to it you're curled around each other. He prefers being the big spoon, the subconscious need to protect you taking form in cuddles. But sometimes he needs the comfort of his lover at his back, the safe feeling he has in your arms is like no other

He loves to sleep with his head on your chest, heart beat lulling him to sleep while keeping him grounded, letting him know this is real. You're real

On the flip side he loves to have you on his chest, especially if your curled up. He loves to hold you on his chest, placing chaste, but loving, kisses to your forehead

Speaking of kisses, at first, his favourite kisses are soft, gentle, loving ones along his jaw. Once he gets more acclimated to you, he loves kisses on his shoulder scar. The first time you did it, he jumped, he never liked the ugly, scarred skin. He hated how it looked and didn't want you near something so disgusting. When he pushed you away you looked at him sadly causing him to mumble a soft 'Don't go near that.' You only smiled and kissed his jaw 'it's beautiful Buck, your beautiful.' He melted on the spot. From then on you'd ask before you did it eventually he let you have a kiss pass

Kissing you right next to your mouth. He thinks it's intimate but not too much so. When you get closer he loves kissing any scars you have, where ever they may be. If you happen to have none he loves kissing your shoulder blades, he has no idea why. Maybe it's because it's a place people rarely see. It's a place that's all for him and he loves finally having something that's his and his only

If you stay at home, he hates going on missions and many times has almost asked Sam or Sarah to watch over you in his absence 'Go on sarge, I'll be okay. I'll be here when you get back. I promise' he'll grumble softly but after a while longer of convincing, he caves and says goodbye, kissing the corner of your mouth

When he comes back he immediately has you in his arms. Sometimes you tease him gently but sometimes you don't. It depends on how he is at the time. Some missions are tiring and he wants to come back to his lover. Finding amusement in their teases. Other times he's completely drained and wants silents nights with his lover with soft kisses

If you work for Fury or were a former Avenger. He hates seeing you go on missions without him, and especially if you're completely alone. His biting his nails counting the seconds until you arrive. It's endearing but definitely not good for him. It takes a few missions and reassurances, but soon he comes to accept it as just another, while definitely not minor, inconvenience

Gods forbid it, but if you come home injured he loses it. It's a mix of 'I should've been there I'm so sorry I wasn't there' and 'who was it? I'll find them.' 'Bucky it's just a little scratch' he frowns and kisses your wounds gently if he's able to, or allowed

At the end of either day he just wants to have a mundane night. Cooking, cleaning, watching movies or shows while eating. Then going to bed, cuddled up on your bed (not the floor)

A/N; Part of my many hcs for this amazing man.

Good riddance and stay safe🖤🖤🖤

#bucky barnes #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #mcu #bucky x gn!reader #bucky x male reader #bucky headcanon #x gn reader #x male reader #Spotify

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evita-shelby · 6 months

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Congrats on the 3 yr anniversary of your first Peaky series, Juli! 🎉 Could I pls request a drabble with Eva x Jack using the 3 word prompt “now or never”?

Thank you Lee 🖤

Here you go, i hope you like it

Now or Never

“I am telling you, haricot beans are the superior beans, sweetheart.” Jack joked as he saw his wife pulling a twist on his mother’s recipe of Boston baked beans. He’d taught her the recipe the moment he saw she could actually do shit for herself. "Pinto beans will get you flayed at the church potluck next week."

“You weren’t complaining last sunday.” Eva points out as everything in the kitchen passed her last-minute inspection.

Alice, the maid he’d hired for her, pretty much served as company for his wife instead of the help. Between the two of them they’d gotten the house ready for the Nelson’s first dinner party with the neighbors next door.

The neighborhood had been friendly when he moved in, only for them to become cool and even downright shitty when they saw his wife.

Even Frank had not been able to get over her being a Mexican woman even when Jack made it clear he was to treat his wife like he’d treat him or find his chances at being president fly out the window with him.

Samuel and Helen had been nice, utterly oblivious to the sort of life Jack and Eva had behind closed doors and their kid, Robert, was not a pain in the ass even if he’d caught him looking at Eva’s fine ass when they were washing the car last Saturday.

He’d sprayed the kid with the gardening hose and Sam had laughed while Helen had apologized for the kid. Next thing you know they are hiding the guns, the knives, the whiskey and the personal massager that makes Eva stop speaking English all together when Jack positions it just right.

Fuck, Eva’s even wearing pastels. Shame all the buttons are gonna end up all over the place once the Williamses leave, she looks nice in pink. So sweet and innocent, you wouldn’t think she convinced him to fuck in a confessional the first time they met.

“I like your cooking, why do you think I took you up on your offer to walk in the evenings?” he nuzzled and kissed her neck as he pulled her onto his lap as he took the chair on the table for two in the kitchen. “Although, I’m not opposed to changing that exercise for a different one tonight.”

“I’ll hold you to it, amor.” she murmured and begrudgingly stopped him from getting a premeal workout.

Something that surprised him as Eva has never been one to deny him something they both want; it was only when the doorbell rang he understood why.

“Now or never, Evie.” He whispers when they compose themselves and open the front door.

A/n: vibrators of a sort existed, they were essentially hand-cranked personal massagers.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was very anti-latino and purposely excluded Latinos from all his aid packages so we'd leave or die, you can see how that worked out for him.

I am loosley basing the Nelsons on the Kennedys and their lived a quiant suburban life before moving into the Kennedy Coumpoud in Hyannis Port, Boston.

You can view the Kennedys' house on here

#jack nelson peaky blinders #jack nelson x oc #jack nelson x eva smith #national anthem fic #3va's party

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vampirepunks · 22 days

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24 and 20 for Higgs 🖤

Bunny, my beloved!! 💛

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I would say Fragile, but I personally characterize them as adoptive siblings, so it doesn't quite count. Thus, I present: Deadman! Imagine the tangents and intellectual debates. Deadman is the most understanding and open-minded towards Higgs and the Homo Demens out of all the Bridges members besides Sam, and I think that really lends an opportunity for them to click. In the novelization, Deadman's internal monologue has a few lines about the terrorists, where he observes to himself that violence is just another way of attempting to connect with people, and that speaks as to Higgs' behavioral issues in a really profound way. Also, Deadman and Higgs both have a history of feeling more connected to the dead than the living, are both "living dead" in a sense, and that's a potential point of mutual understanding. I think they'd be nerd buddies who could empathize with each other. Also, hugs. One of those real good Deadman bear hugs would be so healing for Higgs.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

The Dark Urge from Baldur's Gate 3! I'm not sure if it counts 100% because Durge is a player-controlled character, but the origin story and redemption path really reminds me of Higgs. Durge is the "child of murder," handcrafted from the flesh of Bhaal, the assassin god of murder, and suffers from an insatiable urge to kill, maim, and inflict general violence/sadism on others, even if they don't want to. The intended destiny behind Durge's creation was for them to murder every living being, become king of a world turned graveyard, and then be the last sacrifice to Bhaal themselves. Really lines up with Higgs' role as herald of extinction, plus his secret killing habits to sustain his powers and his deeply personal connection to the dead. I played Higgs as Durge on my second run of BG3 and it was so gratifying. Romanced Astarion, so Higgstarion is a rare (er... I might be the sole person who ships this actually) cross-fandom ship for me. (Oop, here's my playlist for it.)

Character Ask Game

#bunny my beloved 💛💛💛#logan answers #ask games #character ask game #higgs monaghan #death stranding

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truekayos · 7 months

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Hey, y'all. We'd like to introduce y'all to our system which is known collectively as System Kay. As of today (October 19, 2023), System Kay includes 21 distinct individuals (or alters). Each of them has their own likes and dislikes, personalities, and manners of speaking and interacting. Also, we interact with gender and sexuality in quite different ways.

We'll be trying to sign our posts here and on Instagram using heart emoji of varying types. We're going to give an explanation of who all exists in our headspace. We will not be explaining our personalities, but will inform you of our individual pronouns.

🩵 Erana uses they/them.

🩷 Shelley uses she/her.

🖤 Court uses it.

❤️‍🔥 Keila uses she/her.

💖 Clover uses she/her and they/them.

🩶 Rowan uses he/him and she/her.

🤍 Becca uses she/her.

💚 Aaron uses he/him and they/them.

❤️‍🩹 Steph uses she/her.

💝 Ewan uses they/them.

💛 Charlie uses she/her.

💘 Zircon uses xe/xem.

❤️ Nyx uses they/them and she/her.

💓 Rae uses she/her.

💟 Andi uses they/them and she/her.

❣️ Dagger uses she/her.

💜 Sam uses they/them and it.

🧡 Rhiannon/Rhys changes pronouns, so ask.

💗 Kris uses she/her and they/them.

💙 Cassandra uses she/her.

🤎 Penni uses they/them and she/her.

Please keep in mind that we are a system and not all alters will remember what was said or done to or by other alters. We ask that you be patient with us, especially since several of our alters have their own traumas and boundaries.

If you're ever curious about an alter, please do not hesitate to ask. However, please do not ask to talk to a specific alter as we cannot always control fronting changes and asking a plural person to switch who's fronting is considered impolite.

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beefromanoff · 7 months

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Going Under Ch. 21

summary: a whole 21 chapters in…they finally go on a first official date. it’s only fitting that this is the longest chapter yet. enjoy 🖤

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: i can see you - Taylor Swift

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: longest chapter yet WOOOOO! i know it ends on somewhat of a cliffhanger, but next chapter will have some flashbacks and fill in gaps. thanks for reading, xo!

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The sun was barely beginning to peek over the horizon, but Gianna was already out at the lake. She couldn’t sleep. All night, she’d tossed and turned and played the previous night over and over in her head. Finally, around 4:00am, she just got up. Luckily, the shift change for the night crew was around 4:30, so the grounds weren’t completely empty. She still felt a little spooked from time to time, and wandering around alone in the middle of the night didn’t do much for her nerves.

She scrawled lines in her notebook, having written almost a whole song in the time since she’d been up. Looking over what she’d written, she sang softly to herself.

And we kept everything professional

But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like

They keep watchful eyes on us

So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

You won't believe half the things I see inside my head

Wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

What would you do if we never made a sound?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do, baby, if you only knew?

“Let me guess…it’s about Sam.”

Gianna jumped as Steve’s voice interrupted the quiet morning. She turned to see him walking down the dock towards her, grinning.

“It’s about Natasha, actually.” She rubbed her forehead, heart pounding. “You scared me.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt. I was just finishing up running. I can leave you to it.” He smiled sheepishly.

“No, no, this was good. I usually don’t have heart palpitations until my third cup of coffee, so you’re saving me time.” She stood to her feet as he chuckled. “Speaking of which, cup number two is calling my name.”

“I’ll walk with you. Long night?” Steve always found the balance between teasing and being kind, which Gianna appreciated.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Something tells me you weren’t the only one.”

Gianna glanced up at him, eyebrow raised.

“Bucky passed me an hour and a half ago, he was finishing up right when I got started. Which isn’t exactly late in the day. I’m guessing he’s in the training room now.”

“Is that a good sign?”

“Let’s just say he hasn’t been on a first date in…a while. He’s just nervous.”

“He has nothing to be nervous about, we spend every single day together. Literally. Every day for the past four months, with the slight exception of me being unconscious in the hospital, we’ve been together.”

“He was there, too. In the hospital.” Steve smiled. “He left before you woke up. But he was there.”

Gianna frowned. “See? I don’t want him to feel stressed, I feel bad, this shouldn’t be something upsetting.”

“No, trust me, he’s not upset.” Steve laughed, waving her concerns off. “He just gets in his head. For a guy who doesn’t get too enthused about much, he actually cares quite a bit about doing things right. It’s endearing, once you get past the grouchy exterior.”

“If you say so,” she smiled. “The last thing a semi-stable one hundred year old man needs is added stress.”

“Hey, watch it. Age is just a number.”

“Now you sound like Tony.”

“Don’t insult me.”

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For the rest of the morning, Gianna followed her normal routine. Get coffee, make herself slightly (only slightly) more presentable, chat with whoever happened to be in the common area (today, it was Sam), and then head down to watch Bucky train. With their evening plans hanging in the air, she felt a strange flurry of nerves in her stomach as she walked down the trail to the training building.

Since it was a Friday, they’d be going over weapons out on the range. After a week of getting their asses handed to them in combat training, Steve and Bucky liked to end the week on a more positive note. Rounding the corner to the shooting range behind the building, Gianna spotted the duo standing near a rack of weaponry. The recruits weren’t set to begin for another ten minutes.

“Good morning, Buck! Good morning, again, Steve!” Her voice was cheery as she greeted the super soldiers.

“Good morning, again.” Steve smiled, stepping off to the side.

“Morning, sunshine.” Bucky’s smile had a hint of orneriness to it. “You look cheerful this morning.”

“I have a hot date tonight.” She winked.

“Oof,” Bucky put a metal hand over his chest. “Don’t make me jealous.”

“Don’t be too upset, I’m just planning on using him for his body.” Gianna kept a straight face as she shrugged.

“Ah, I see.” He grinned. “Something tells me he won’t mind.”

The activity around them picked up as the group of SHIELD agents began to file around the corner. Gianna stepped back and began to walk towards a shady tree a few yards behind them, the perfect place to watch without being in the way.

“Oh, Gianna,” Bucky called after her. “Be ready at 7.”

She did a mock salute as she slunk down at the base of the tree. Suddenly, her mind filled with questions about the logistics of the evening. Where the hell would they go? What should she wear? Was she even allowed to leave the compound? She whipped out her phone.

Gianna: WANDA. SOS.

Wanda: ???? what’s wrong?

Gianna: Bucky asked me to dinner. TONIGHT.

Wanda: omg - it’s about time! i still need deets about last night!

Gianna: deal, but I need help! I don’t have any clothes here that aren’t sweats! I don’t even know what he’s planning!

Wanda: meet me at my room in an hour.

Gianna: my hero!

Looking up, Gianna went back to observing the class. The gentle fall breeze provided a welcome calm in contrast to the butterflies in her stomach. She sat, hazelnut latte in hand, and focused her attention solely on the training area, not all her questions about the evening. She admired how effortlessly Steve and Bucky moved as they demonstrated each technique, their years of experience evident in every precise movement. Seeing Bucky at work, channeling years of horrific experiences into something good, it couldn’t be beat.

Especially since his training attire was more on the snug side.

As she watched, Gianna couldn't help but marvel at Bucky's rugged charm. His dark hair was tousled from the wind, his large frame commanding even in a group of elite agents. His focus was unwavering as he instructed the recruits, his voice calm and authoritative. Ever so patient, he took a pistol from one of the recruits and demonstrated proper hand positioning before handing it back. She smiled to herself.

I am a huge Bucky Barnes fan.

However, Gianna's admiration was interrupted when her gaze landed on a dark-haired female agent among the recruits. The agent seemed to be going out of her way to catch Bucky's attention, a subtle flirtatiousness in her actions as she showcased her skills with the weapons. Every time she’d hit a target, her eyes flicked back to see if he was watching. Gianna couldn't deny the twinge of jealousy that washed over her. Narrowing her eyes, she tried to see if she recognized the girl.

She was taller than Gianna, which wasn’t saying a ton, and had a long, lean stature. Gianna made a mental note to ask Nat who she was.

Bucky, to his credit, remained focused on the task at hand, offering equal attention to all the recruits. He provided constructive feedback and demonstrated techniques, his professionalism unwavering. But even he couldn't help but notice when the female agent made a particularly daring move, doing a front somersault into a defensive position, firing the gun straight into the center of the target.

When she inevitably glanced towards him, he gave her a nod of approval. Not exactly a warm and fuzzy reaction, but it made Gianna’s stomach turn just the same.

As the training session continued, she shifted her focus back to the demonstration as a whole. She watched as Bucky effortlessly disarmed one of the recruits, his movements fluid and precise. There was a deep sense of respect and admiration in the way the trainees looked at him.

Except for this bitch. I know that look. She’s undressing him with her eyes. Gianna recognized it because it wasn’t exactly unfamiliar for her. She set her jaw, reminding herself who he had the date with that evening. Pulling out her phone, she sent Wanda another text.

Gianna: def gonna need something sexy.

As the training session came to a close, most of the new recruits filed off to the side, discussing their progress and exchanging stories. The brunette agent, however, hung back, her gaze fixed on Bucky, determination etched across her features.

He was gathering his training materials, unaware of the lingering presence nearby. He tucked his hair behind his ear, oblivious to the brunette's intent. She took a step closer, her smile just a touch too friendly as she spoke,

"Sergeant Barnes, that was an incredible session. You really know your stuff, not that anyone’s surprised. I’d love to get some follow up instruction sometime, maybe after class next week? I have a few techniques I’m having trouble perfecting."

Before Bucky could respond, Gianna decided it was time to make her presence known. With a confident stride, she approached the pair, fueled by the little ball of envy in her stomach. She stopped right in front of Bucky, a warm smile gracing her lips as she tilted her head to look up at him, her back to the brunette as if she didn’t exist.

"Bucky," Gianna purred, "I can't wait for tonight."

She stood on tiptoe, her lips finding Bucky's in a sweet, lingering kiss. Her hand wrapped around the back of his head, feeling his soft hair in her fingers. Bucky was taken by surprise, but as their lips met, he felt a rush of warmth that left him momentarily breathless. He smiled into their kiss.

The brunette agent, however, was far from pleased. Her eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back, clearly annoyed that her moment had been so abruptly interrupted. She cleared her throat and shot Gianna a rather icy glare.

Pulling back, Gianna turned to the agent as if seeing her for the first time. “Oh, I’m so rude! Hi, I’m Gianna.” She held her hand out to the agent who reluctantly shook it.

“Agent Allison.”

“Nice to meet you.” She gave her most innocent, America’s Sweetheart smile before turning back.

Bucky, still somewhat dazed by the unexpected kiss, managed to find his voice. "Tonight. I can’t wait.” He had that adorable half-grin she adored.

Gianna's smile widened. "Great! See you later, Buck.” Turning, she let her hips swing just a little more than usual when she walked away. Fully aware of both sets of eyes on her, she smiled to herself. I got a little territorial, so what?

As she walked away, Bucky barely glanced back at Agent Allison, who was still standing there, fuming and forgotten. “Yeah, uh, good work. See you next week.”

He walked back toward the training building, catching Steve’s eye. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged as Steve chuckled.

“I think Gianna just marked her territory.” He clapped a hand on Bucky’s back.

“I guess so.” Bucky shook his head, still grinning.

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Gianna sat cross-legged on Wanda's bed, surrounded by a sea of outfits that had been meticulously pulled from her wardrobe. Clothes were strewn across the bed and even scattered on the floor, creating a colorful and slightly chaotic scene. 7pm was rapidly approaching, and she hadn’t even brushed her hair yet.

Wanda, perched on the edge of a chair, regarded Gianna with a knowing smile. “I don’t want to brag, but I’m kind of a fashion connoisseur. Just about anything in here would knock Bucky off his feet, especially with you in it."

“Ugh, thank you so much, seriously. I haven’t even had to think what to wear since I got here, it’s basically just sweatsuit city. I didn’t think I’d need date attire.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow. “Really? You didn’t think this would happen?”

“I don’t know…I guess I hoped it would. I just, I didn’t know how he felt. We worked together, then I kissed him at the party, then everything went to shit, and now I’m here.”

“Well,” Wanda stood to her feet, pulling three outfit options from the bed. “I’m glad you’re here. Until we can have an official shopping spree in the city, what’s mine is yours. Try these.” She thrust the clothes into Gianna’s arms.

Gianna nodded as she examined the options. She wanted something that would look pretty, sweet, but also sexy. Especially after the encounter with the brunette agent who had been eyeing Bucky a little too closely.

As she slipped on the first dress, Gianna couldn't help but vent her frustrations to Wanda. "You won't believe what happened earlier during the training session. Agent Allison, the brunette one, she was practically throwing herself at Bucky. I mean, I could practically see the hearts in her eyes!"

Wanda smirked, a hint of amusement in her expression. "Really? What did you do?"

"Well…I kissed Bucky, told him how excited I am for our date tonight, and then shook her hand.”

“Damn, subtle. You're not one to hold back, are you?"

Gianna grinned. "Nope. Not when it comes to something I want."

Wanda giggled. "I can see why. But remember, Gianna, you don't need to compete for his attention. Bucky cares about you, and he's chosen to be with you. Girls have been fawning over Mr. Dark and Mysterious since he got here a few years back, I don’t even think he notices."

Gianna sighed, smoothing the fabric on the dress as she looked in the mirror "You're right. It's just hard not to feel a little possessive when someone’s basically throwing themselves at your…well, I guess he’s not my anything yet.”

“Oh, shut up.” Wanda looked over her shoulder in the mirror and fluffed Gianna’s hair. “Have you seen the way he looks at you? He’s yours.”

Blushing, Gianna fought back a smile. “I’m really glad you’re here. It’s been nice to have a friend. Like, a real girl friend.”

“Don’t make me emotional.” Wanda waved her hand. “We have work to do.” She winked, handing another dress to Gianna to try on.

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6:55pm.

That was the time Bucky knocked on her door.

He’d waited as long as he possibly could. Living with Natasha and Wanda, and having grown up with a sister, he knew it was a severe offense to rush or interrupt the getting ready process. But here he was, standing outside her door with flowers in his hand, a whole five minutes early.

After training, he’d struggled to find ways to kill the rest of the afternoon. Gianna was nowhere to be found, Steve could only handle his nervous energy for so long before he made Bucky go for another run, and it took less than an hour to set up for the date he’d meticulously planned. Even though he’d only officially asked her last night, Bucky had asked the girls to help him round up some supplies as soon as he noticed Gianna’s favorite place at the compound.

He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath as he heard her footsteps approaching the door. “Hi.” The door opened and there she was. Gianna Cruz, waiting for him to come retrieve her like she’d done so many times over the past few months. Except this time was different. This time, he wasn’t working. He wasn’t here as her security, ready to escort her to her real life obligation. He was here as her date. Finally.

“Hi,” She was grinning from ear to ear when she opened the door, eyes crinkling even more when she saw the flowers in his hand. Her hair was loosely braided, a few imperfect curls falling into her face. She’d kept her natural hair, something he’d always loved but couldn’t remember if he ever vocalized. “Two days in a row? James Buchanan Barnes. Ladies’ man extraordinaire.”

“You ready?” He smiled and held out his arm for her to take.

“Mmm, you could give me another two hours and I’d still be changing my hair. So it’s best just to call it.” She brushed a curl out of her face.

“I don’t think you should change a thing. I always liked your hair like that.”

“Messy?” She looked at him sheepishly.

“Natural.” He reached up and touched one of the curls hanging beside her face, sending a shiver down her spine when his fingertips brushed her ear. “It’s so pretty. You don’t even have to try.”

“I try really hard, actually.”

“You don’t have to. Not with me.” He pressed the button to the elevator button and let her step in first when the doors opened. “Do you know how amazing you look tonight, or should I go ahead and tell you?”

Her face contorted as she fought back another smile. “You should probably go ahead and tell me.”

“Ah, okay,” He grinned, putting a finger beneath her chin and looking straight into her eyes. “Gianna Cruz, you look so unbelievably good tonight. I cannot believe I get to call you my date.”

The smile broke through, her face warming under his touch and attention. Just as the proximity started to cloud their minds, the elevator doors slid open. Bucky offered his left arm to her, the flowers still held in his right. Wrapping her hand around his bicep, she felt the cool metal through his long sleeve. They crossed the lobby and stepped out into the cool evening air. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow across the entire compound.

It was suspiciously empty on the grounds, but that was the last thing on Gianna’s mind. The path before them was sprinkled with rose petals, illuminated by single floating candles spaced every few feet along the way. Looking up, she saw that it followed the oh-so-familiar walk down to the dock.

Wordlessly, she looked up at Bucky, her face showing a kind of happy he’d never seen before. She still fought back the full smile, so much so that her cheeks ached. They walked down to the lake in comfortable silence as Gianna took in every bit of the scenery and Bucky took in every bit of her reaction. The trail took a short curve through the thick woods before opening up to the clearing where the dock began. It made for a more private setting, mostly shielding it from the rest of the compound. Tonight, the element of surprise was exactly what Bucky had been counting on to help with the final reveal.

They turned the final corner, warm sun hitting their faces as the trees cleared.

“Bucky,” Gianna breathed, eyes widening.

“Come on.” He slid his hand down to hers and led her to the end of the dock. There was a table with two chairs, complete with candles, wine, and full dinner setting.

Gianna could hardly believe the moment she was living in. Mouth slightly open in awe, she didn’t even know where to look as they reached the end of the dock. Bucky pulled the chair out for her to sit.

“I don’t even…Bucky, I…” She looked from the table to the sunset and back to him. “I don’t even know what to say. You did all this? How did you -”

“I had a little help.” He half-smiled, pouring wine into both glasses. “After the first few days here, you kept saying how much you liked the lake. I knew you came down here as much as you could. I told Wanda what I had in mind and she found all this stuff, had it shipped to the tower. They brought it with them when they flew in a few days ago.”

“But, we just made this plan last night…?” She felt at a loss for words in the best way.

“I know. I thought I was going to have to hide 500 candles in my closet until I finally got the balls to ask you out.”

Gianna grinned. “I’m glad you got the balls sooner rather than later.”

“Me too.” Bucky passed her a wine glass. “To you never realizing how far out of my league you are.”

She raised her glass to his. “To you, having the balls to ask me out.” Their glasses clinked together and they both took a slow sip of wine, neither one breaking eye contact until the glasses were back on the table.

A low hum filled the air. Looking up, Gianna saw a midsize drone hovering across the lake, carrying silver serving platters.

“I didn’t know there was room service at the Avengers’ Compound.” She raised an eyebrow.

“There is if one of the programming agents in the robotics division is afraid of you.” He shrugged.

“Ah, I’ll keep that in mind next time I go to intimidate a SHIELD agent.” She laughed, faltering when she remembered the run in from earlier. “Bucky…about earlier.” Her eyes were wide, equal parts embarrassed and amused.

“Mhmm?” He took the dishes from the drone and set one in front of each of them, lifting the lids off to reveal the most incredible looking pasta Gianna had ever seen.

“Oh, my God…this looks insane. Bucky! How did you do this! Last time I checked, the cafeteria doesn’t serve gourmet food.” It smelled heavenly.

“Tony’s here for the next week, he usually flies his chef out when he’s here for too long. I just asked for a couple extra servings.” He tried to hide his grin, seem casual, but her excitement was contagious.

“I can’t even think straight.” She took a sip of her wine.

“I hope that’s a good thing. It’s been a while since I last went on a date, so I’m a little out of practice.”

“It’s a good thing.” Gianna leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. “A very, very good thing.”

As the sun slowly sunk below the horizon, dinner conversation flowed effortlessly. Bucky told stories from the past few years as an Avenger, including how Peter’s first words to him were about how cool his metal arm was - during a fight, no less. Gianna gushed about all the situations she’d been stuck in throughout her stardom where she wished she had someone to share it with, someone who saw it all and could laugh about it on the drive back to the hotel every night. It was easy. It was natural.

Laughed lulled as Bucky finished a story about how Tony had once gotten way too drunk at a party and announced to the entire crowd he’d peed in the Iron Man suit.

“Oh my gosh, ow.” Gianna leaned back in her chair. “My stomach hurts. I laughed too much. I definitely ate too much.”

“There’s no such thing.” Bucky leaned forward, splitting the last of the wine between their glasses.

“Mm, yet another reason I like you.” She winked, raising her glass towards him before taking a sip.

“So,” Bucky grinned. “How am I doing?”

“Are you seriously asking for feedback in the middle of our date?” Gianna giggled.

“Hey, like I said, it’s been awhile. I just want to make sure I’m on the right track.” He put his hands up defensively. “Plus, Wanda may or may not have shown me photos of your last few dates. Tough acts to follow.”

Rolling her eyes, Gianna set her glass down. “Which photos did you see?”

“Helicopter ride with that football player?”

“We were paid by the helicopter company. We’d only spoken twice before that and once after.”

“Dinner on a yacht with that actor?”

“Horrible. He only talked about himself. I’m also pretty sure he thought I was someone else. He told me I was shorter than he expected and then asked me if I was allowed to eat dessert since the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show was coming up.” Gianna groaned. “I thought it was a really weird thing to say, but when I thought about it later I realized he definitely didn’t think I was me.”

“His loss.” Bucky gave her a half-smile. “Okay, last one…what about the guy who rented that restaurant out for you? Didn’t you…weren’t you pretty serious?”

“No.” She smiled, but it was somber. “That was a PR stunt. He had a big movie coming out, they used two of my songs on the soundtrack, it was supposed to be big for both of our careers. And it was, I guess. It’s just, sometimes it can be hard to pretend without forgetting what’s real and what’s work. It gets messy.”

Bucky watched her, spinning the stem of his wine glass between metal fingers.

“It was also a long time ago.” Gianna continued, giving a reassuring look. “I was very young. I didn’t really know how things were done in the industry and that made me vulnerable. That’s why I haven’t really dated over the past couple years…I wanted something real.”

She reached her hand across the table, replacing the wine glass in his grip.

“I still do.”

“I’d assure you that this is real, but truth be told, I’m still waiting for someone to pinch me.” Bucky squeezed her hand ever so lightly. If she ever felt strangely about his vibranium hand, she never showed it.

She met his eyes, relaxing in his gaze. “You and your lines, Sargeant.”

He stood to his feet, still holding her hand. “Is it too old-fashioned if I ask you to dance?”

“Maybe,” Gianna slid out of her chair, letting him guide her to the center of the dock. “But that doesn’t mean I want you to stop.”

The soft music that had been playing throughout dinner was paired with the quiet creaking of the dock and the crickets as they swayed slowly.

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“Shh!” Wanda hissed. “You know sounds carry across water!”

Peter shut up and retreated to the back of the balcony. The group had gathered on the patio, claiming to want fresh air after dinner, but secretly all hoping to catch a glimpse of the date they’d all helped facilitate.

“See anything, Rogers?” Natasha called, taking a sip of her drink.

“I told you, I don’t condone spying.” He looked up from his chair. “They’re dancing.”

Grinning, Nat stood to her feet and walked to the railing where Wanda and Sam stood.

“You think they’d notice if I sent Red Wing over there? I could get us some live footage.”

“Sam, if you give Bucky any excuse to rip that thing out of the sky, he’s not going to hesitate.” Steve reluctantly joined them, thankful the dock was far enough away that it took super soldier vision to really see what was going on.

“They’re hopeless.” Wanda said. “So in love.”

“Are you saying that as a mind-reader?” Peter asked, wide-eyed.

“I’m saying that as someone who talked to them both today.” She rolled her eyes. “And as someone with eyes.”

“Okay, alright. Let’s give them some privacy. If you want to watch someone on a date then put on that trashy show you’re always watching.” Steve ushered them inside.

“Steve, you know the Bachelor is only on Monday night.” Sam elbowed him, walking through the door. “What, a man can’t enjoy quality reality television?!”

When he was the only one remaining on the balcony, Steve took one last glance down at the dock just in time to see Bucky raise Gianna’s hand and spin her around. Grinning, he stepped inside and shut the door.

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