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rikiluvly · 8 months

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TWO SIDES TO A BOY

*ੈ ✩ ‧₊˚𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒?

PAIRINGS: spiderman!riki x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: Spider-Man is the local legend in your city and the one identity that no one can seem to figure out. but one day you and your friend Jungwon decide to do a film documentary about finding out the identity of Spider-Man, If only you had known earlier that it was your high school crush, Nishimura Riki.

GENRE: Spider-Man au, high school au, fluff, lots of crack, first person.

WARNINGS: swearing, inappropriate jokes.

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

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If there was one word to describe Spider-Man it would be COCKY. he is this dude who wears a skin-tight latex suit and swings around the city looking for someone to save from possible danger. but while people are out here swooning over the mystery person behind the mask, I'm here swooning over Nishimura Riki.

everything about Riki is perfection. his hair, his lips, his eyes, even his figure for goddamn sake. I thought Jungwon was the maximum height for a guy until my Riki came along.

as soon as Riki joined our school he instantly became best buddies with Jungwon. my friend Jungwon, my only friend Jungwon. so because of that, I had to pull myself together and become friends with Riki too.

It was before school and me and Jungwon were walking into the school gates. we were just talking about whose mom makes the best cookies until we felt a giant breeze come from above us.

the one and only Spider-Man came swooshing through the school here to make his weekly delivery of a girl who faked she was in trouble just to get his attention. Spider-Man placed the girl down in the courtyard as everyone came rushing in to catch a glimpse of the one and only superhero.

"thank you so much Spider-Man!" the girl thanked him. the poor guy.

"your so very welcome lovely lady," he saluted and swung off to wherever he came from. a typical morning if I have to be honest. you looked behind you to watch Spider-Man swing away, but he had already disappeared. not like you cared. he was overhyped anyway.

"where the hell is Riki we have to get to first period," Jungwon grumbled. It's not surprising that he isn't here, he's quite known for being late around school.

"I dunno, don't ask me," Jungwon rolled his eyes as he took a look at his watch. his eyes widened and he clutched onto my wrist a tugged me behind him as he sprinted.

"jeez, why u so desperate to get to class won?" I asked as I got pulled through the hallway. we got a few stares but what's there to expect when I probably looked like a running chicken?

we had finally made it to class but with a few sacrifices. I now smelled like a 15-year-old boy who forgot to put on deodorant and my hair was now frizzed up to the max. Jungwon brought his hands to his knees and breathed like an old man who was at minimum lung capacity.

"okay," he took another deep breath before standing up properly. "let's go," he lifted his bag straps to sit perfectly on his shoulders and strode into class with a beaming, bright smile.

what a weirdo.

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it was the middle of literature and me and Jungwon were thinking intensively about what our film documentary should be about. except all of our ideas were stupid.

"what about... 'why The Office UK is better than The Office US?" Jungwon said raising his eyebrows at me. he was right, The Office UK is better than the US one... but I refuse to waste time trying to convince the people in our class to choose what was an unpopular opinion.

"mmm, what abou-" suddenly and very rudely the door to our classroom slammed open. it was my Riki. all of a sudden I don't mind that my eardrums nearly exploded because of the loud noise.

"sorry I'm late miss... I overslept," he said obviously lying, but it's okay I forgive him. he looked over to me and Jungwon and smiled as he made his way over.

"not so fast Nishimura, your late so you're going to have to join another group," the teacher pointed at him. nope. I swear to god If he gets put with Wonhee I will cry. Wonhee is this girl, this girl who tries to act dumb to get guys to like her. I have also heard from a few people about how she has a crush on Riki, oh how I hate this girl.

"mmm, how about with Wonhee and Moka," I did say I would cry but it would’ve been too embarrassing. I watched him as he turned to walk toward the girl who indeed just wants Riki all to herself, she is so selfish.

after that interesting moment, me and Jungwon went back to brainstorming ideas. but my eyes just couldn't turn away from him. he’s so pretty that it hurts to see him talk to other girls, but there is no stopping it really. unless I decided to kill her but that's a bit extreme.

"ok y/n I think I got it now," maybe if I cut my hair he might like me.

"y/n, girl stop ignoring me," or if I changed my make-up routine? nah, I'm pretty enou-

"Y/N STOP STARING AT RIKI!" Jungwon screamed loud enough for the whole class to hear. I looked around only to see many stares, how embarrassing. Wonhee eyed me up and down and I couldn't bare to even look at Riki.

"Jungwon that's enough, everyone back to work," the teacher said.

"I hate you Jungwon, don't do that again or I will tell the whole class you have a crush on Moka!" I blackmailed him, obviously because that's what friends do.

"fine! fine! whatever. okay, can I tell you my idea now?" you shrugged still slightly annoyed. If Riki ever found out I liked him it would be over for me. I may as well just move to New Zealand, they've left that place out of the map a few times right?

"so I was thinking what about we do a documentary on finding out the identity of Spider-Man?" you couldn't lie it was a terribly good idea. you could have good dialogue and maybe you could really become famous for figuring out this mystery. what's the harm?

"okay then, let's do it."

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it was lunchtime, my favourite part of the day. yummy food, gossip, and what makes it especially good is the fact that I get to sit close to Riki. It was just me and my one and only at the moment because silly Jungwon wanted to help tutor students.

"so... what did you and Jungwon decide to do for your documentary?" his deep voice spoke from across the table.

"well, we're doing 'figuring out the identity of Spider-Man'," I waved my hands out to show the vision. he didn't seem very impressed, was he mad?

"uhhh, you good Riki?" he seemed to have zoned out for a bit so I waved my hand in front of his face. didn't think I was that boring.

"huh? oh yeah I- I'm fine just eat your food," he nodded his head towards my tray. anything you say, Riki. it got a bit awkward and I really wanted to say something but he looked too lost in his thoughts.

I don't actually know what I did but this is the only time I prayed for the appearance of Jungwon. I can’t believe my friend of 10 years would do this to me.

It was the first day of year 1 and I had just walked into my new classroom. none of the other kids really caught my attention.

until I spotted this lonely boy chewing on the carpet. a bit weird I know but I just went and joined him. but then my mum got mad and his mum got mad and that's how our parents became friends. so really I'm stuck with this carpet-chewing cat the rest of my life.

but... still no sign of Jungwon. you really don't know what to say. you try to think of something that will comfort him in his time of need.

"are you sad because you're actually Spider-Man hahaha," I laughed to myself slowing stopping when I realized I wasn't funny. he didn’t seem impressed as his eyes widened and he said this.

“I actually got to go… sorry y/n,” he got up and dumped his food in the bin. why do I always mess things up?

the rest of school was terrible. apparently Jungwon had left because he had mono. the Jungwon I know has never kissed anyone in his whole life so to me that isn’t very believable.

I was just walking home thinking about what I did to mess up my interaction with Riki, until an adorable kitten came up to me.

the kitten was back and white and looked like it was wearing a suit. how are cats so relaxed? sometimes I wish I was a cat.

well maybe not this time.

the feline suddenly stood up and transformed into a frickin monster? a 9-foot cat was now in my presence and usually I'd be used to seeing weird and strange things around town, but when it's happening to me, it's a different story.

this humongous shit then came charging at me on it’s four paws. I sprinted the other way screaming my lungs off, I was genuinely scared. what if I would never get to sort things out with Riki or I would never see my family again, and whose gonna look after Jungwon?

I turned the corner thinking about how this may be my death. this is the one time I prayed for Spider-Man to save me…

please save me Spider-Man.

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“I am not laughing, this shit isn’t funny Jake,” I raised my voice at Jake who was lying in my top bunk.

“I’m sure she was just joking Riki,” he sat up and swung his legs over the ladder.

“whatever, but if she finds out it’s over for me,” I sat down on my wheeley chair and tilted my head back as I spun. if y/n found out it would ruin everything with her.

“I say… ya tell her,” Jake said as he threw a ball at me.

“she’s literally doing her literature documentary on ‘findings out the identity of Spider-Man’, I don’t think that’s a good idea man,” I threw the ball back at him.

why is being the best superhero in the world so tough. If on queue I head some loud as screams coming from below my bedroom window.

I took a look out the window and there was y/n running in front of a giant cat? actually, now that I think about it she was running away from the giant cat.

“shit Jake I think that’s y/n!” I dragged him down from my bed so he can take a look.

“should I save her?” I said scratching my head.

“dude, what kind of question is that!?”

“right, okay!” I stripped off my shirt and pants to slip on the most uncomfortable thing ever. this fucking red suit.

“see ya Jake,” I saluted to him as I fell down my window backwards. I used my webs to grab on to the nearest light posts to try to catch up with y/n.

“you alright ma’am!”

"NO! WHAT DO YOU THINK?!" she was out of breath I could tell. so I used my webs and wrapped them around this fat shit of a cat. I was branched on top of a light post as I pulled the feline so it could stop moving. once the fuck was squirming around I put my index and pinky finger out to wrap the cat fully in webs. easy.

"th- thank you Spider-Man," y/n said as she tried to catch her breath. I jumped off to land right in front of her.

"no problem, you alright?" I'm not going to lie that even though y/n is in a pretty rough state, she still looked really pretty for someone who nearly died.

"yeah, yeah I'm fine... but you sound really familiar Spider-Man," she raised an eyebrow at me. shit. I quickly wrote a note to the police saying: 'big fat cat for you to deal with po po, from Spider-Man' and I placed it on the body of the animal.

"uh- I've gotta go pretty, but make sure not to get into any more trouble!" I shouted as I swung away leaving her standing there confused.

I climbed back up into my room only to see Jake had left. I slipped off my suit and put on some more comfortable clothes just to climb up onto my bed and just lay there. school is shit 98% of the time, the only thing really keeping me there is Jungwon and y/n. being a fucking superhero is also shit; having to save people constantly, being chased down by literal aliens, and the thought of someone finding out it's me.

Jungwon and y/n won't find it out though right? right?

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"I NEARLY FUDGING DIED WON!" I screamed at Jungwon through my phone. that was really something I did not expect to happen.

"you really should have been there. oh and what is the real reason you left school? there is no way you got mono."

"mono? now who told you that?"

"Sunoo..." now that I say it out loud, it seems less believable. Sunoo is known around school for spreading gossip and rumors about people.

"right, well it's nothing really... but being saved by Spider-Man, my goodness y/n!"

"I KNOW RIGHT?! and if I'm being honest he sounded pretty familiar, but I just couldn't put a face to the voice." that shit had been bothering me my whole walk home after the incident. who could it have been? I'd ruled out Riki though because I could recognize his voice from a mile away.

"well, tomorrow at school I will bring my camera to film him in the morning. AND BE SAFE! you can't just go off and start dying on me."

"yeah, yeah bye loser." and then I hung up.

maybe Spider-Man isn't so bad after all.

A/N: this took too long and it's only 2k words omg. n e ways Middle Of Nowhere pt 2 soon!

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dilfslutsstuff · 1 year

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Dress code || Remus Lupin

Professor!Remus X Student!Fem reader

Notes: All of the characters in this fic are legal age and if you’re uncomfortable reading than please just scroll!! Also, I am half aussie half German so my English is super good but if I mess up something it’s because I don’t know the word for everything and google translate will be used!!

Warnings: Age gap, NSFW, sexual implications, pet names, size kink (reader is small), praise (you get the point)

The end of Christmas break had gone by quick now leading you into 7th year, your final year. Obviously I can’t wait to get this done with but I’ll miss this place, plus I’ll miss girls nights

I’m currently sitting with Ginny and Hermione, the common room is surprisingly empty and everyone’s gone to bed, of course Hermione suggested we get some rest as school starts tomorrow but nevertheless Ginny and I ignored her

“Oh come on y/n your crush can’t be that embarrassing” mione and Ginny pleaded and begged the whole night in the Gryffindor girls common room

“I don’t even like anyone? and it doesn’t matter, can we get back to Hermione liking Ron, aren’t you like baffled that she likes your idiot brother” I rolled my eyes and lie back into the couch

“Old news! Also if you truly don’t like anyone then you’ll let us give you a truth potion and make it go off right after” Ginny looked at Hermione

“I know the spell to make it wear off instantly!” Hermione chimed in grinning, both the girls giggling and starring me down

“I’m not going to let you put a spell on me to find out some stupid crush?!” I widened my eyes at the two girls Infront of me rolling my eyes, they both looked at each other

“So you do have a crush? We solemnly swear to not tell anyone even if it’s someone vile like Draco Malfoy” all three of us cringed at the slytherin boys name and I shook my head

“Look it’s not Draco that’s so fucking weird, he like whines over everything, remember 3rd year when the bitch moaned over buckbeak like barley touching him!” I exclaimed reasoning myself

“Okay so then if it’s not him then tell us” Ginny pleaded, she then muttered “if it’s not him than you can’t really have anyone worse can you”

“Look y/n we’ll buy you every drink you get from hogsmeade AND I’ll give you all the notes I have for every test” Hermione offered as Ginny furrowed her eyebrows

“HEY?? I’m not doing that, I’m literally poor! I’m not wasting my galleons on“ Hermione cut Ginny off

“I never give my notes to anyone, come on please!!” Hermione was speaking the truth and I was wasting all my money of butter beer and did need to past a charms exam miserably.

“Fine.. it’s professor lupin but you can’t say shit” the girls both had their mouths wide open and just scoffed

“Okay now this was worth my money” Ginny grinned

“A professor y/n?? Are you being actually serious right now, like and he’s 40 or something and I know… just… why?” She looked at me

“Cant help it I’m into dilfs” I laughed and they both smacked me.

The rest of the night was a blur filled with teasing and laughter.

The next day came and I went to get dressed in my school uniform as I opened my suit case that I was kind of procrastinating in unpacking.

“Fuck… where is my uniform” I rolled my eyes back in frustration and checked frantically everywhere making a mess of the dorm.

“Why are you so angry??” Ginny asked putting on her tie

“Do you have a spare uniform, I forgot mine on holidays?” Ginny started laughing at me and started tying her hair

“I say you walk in naked and forget the uniform to impress that old man you’re crushing on” she wiggled her eyebrows as I threw a shirt into her face

“Okay okay, I think the nurse has spare uniforms go check with them I’ve forgotten my uniform once” Ginny told you

I put on a coat so no one saw my sleeping gown and I ran to the nurses office and the nurses asked me what was wrong as I explained my situation they told me to be smarter and that I was a 7th year acting like a 1st year, all that nonsense.

“Look, we only have 5th year uniforms so you’re going to have to live the day in that” she said in the not kindest of tones

“Thank you so much miss!” I took the uniform and ran back up to my dorm room and got dressed. That’s when I looked at myself in the mirror

I didn’t exactly have a 15 year old physical condition so.. the skirt was EXTREMELY short, the shirt was tight, hugging my curves

It was like I was going as a slutty school girl for Halloween, I couldn’t have been more scared about the comments I would receive all day

“Damn y/n trying to hook up with mr lupin” mione giggled and I frantically told her my situation and she just asked me to go get a uniform pass from the office.

I did, I walked down to the great hall for breakfast and you wouldn’t believe the stares I got, it was like I was a female prostitute, all the boys were whispering and obviously staring.

Harry’s milk fell out of his mouth as I went and sat with them, Ron just looked baffled and Ginny Fred and George were all just hyping me up

“Y/n, tryna get my attention” Draco smirked behind me, god he made himself so punchable it was so sad to be honest.

“Shut the fuck up malfoy” I gave him the middle finger and he scoffed and looked away

All of us ate breakfast in peace and I tried to roll down my skirt a bit. Ginny gave me a random jumper she had to tie around my butt so that when I walked my panties didn’t flash, thank the lords for her.

I had gotten through the day with only a couple sayings from teachers when I explained my issue they just gave me a warning.

Then it came, the end of the days subject, DADA. Meaning I had Professor lupin, both Ginny and Hermione were in that class.

There was no secret I’d been lupins favourite student, he had always asked me to stay back to talk about books and stuff, he was always nice, praising my work and he would take his time to be much nicer to me than the other students, if I’m being honest that’s the reason I like him, some would say I just attach to people very quickly if they show me an ounce of affection and that’s very much… true

I was first to class, I had a study period so I came to my DADA class to study alone where I expected no one to be, which I think I’m now regretting, lupin was there filing some papers

“Uh ms Y/L/N, a word?” I gulped, the man was scanning my body and his eyes were figured on the jumper around my waist

“That isn’t a school jumper, according to school code I am going to ask you to take it off, sorry sweetie” he looked at me in the eyes

I knew that he probably meant the pet name in a platonic father daughter type way but it made me feel things I don’t think I should be feeling

“Uhm my skirt is a little short” I felt my body shiver and the man looked at me

“It’s okay, I’m not one to judge y/n, I just want to see your pretty body” I slowly took off the jumper ignoring the fact that the man was TOTALLY hitting on me but I’m sure he meant it nicely

“My my y/n, that’s quite short, I think I might have to bring you to Dumbledore and get you punished” he was intensely staring at my thighs

“No sir please, I’ll do anything, Dumbledore and I aren’t exactly on the best of terms right now cause he caught me sneaking about the other night” I really didn’t want a bad reputation

“Y/n, you can’t wear that because it will give people a bad impression” the blonde haired man gestured me to sit on a chair next to him

“Bad impression?” I asked gazing into his eyes gulping

“they’ll think you’re a slut who is rather fond of well.. sex” my eyes widened and I didn’t really know what to reply to that

“Professor, I don’t really have sex.. like I’m a virgin” oh my god, I cannot believe I’ve just said that, to my teacher?? I’m going to just cry and die maybe both at the same time

“Oh are you now ms Y/L/N? You know, professors aren’t idiots, we can tell when you guys have little girl crushes on us” I blushed profusely

“Come with Me” he grabbed my hand and we walked to his office up the stairs and he locked the door

“Look y/n, I know this is wrong but your body is making me go fucking crazy with that skirt you have on” he huffed

“Sir, is this a good idea? I could get expelled” I whispered into his ear

“Do now, think later” he pulled me in for a kiss and I’ve never felt so lightweight, his mouth tasted good, like chocolate almost.

I was straddling him on his office chair as he unbuttoned my shirt.

“Are you okay with this? We don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable with it” he stopped me in between kisses

“I’ve dreamt of this sir” I continued and he stopped me

“Remus” he told me to use his first name and he unbuttoned my shirt looking at my laced black bra, thank god I chose to wear a matching set today

He unclasped it making love to my neck and downward, leaving love bites as he went along with it.

His tongue swirled around my nipple, sucking my tit as I moaned. It felt amazing, I don’t know how he was so good at this.

“Remus” I moaned out as he hit my sweet spot. His mouth met with mine again and his hands trailed down to my absolutely soaked panties

“So wet? Why is it” he smirked ripping my panties off and running his fingers through my glistening wet folds.

“You remus, I’m wet for you, please touch me” I begged him

His fingers found my clit, rubbing the small bud making me feel better than any man could. His hands were so big his fingers were too.

He then stuck two fingers inside of me watched as I made faces “come on pretty girl” Remus whispered into my ear.

“I’m going to” my breathes were heavy and I was moaning hard. Suddenly Remus pulled his fingers away from my pussy

“You’ve been a bad girl, strutting around in that tiny skirt for pervs to look at. You don’t deserve to cum, you filthy little slut.” He laughed at me as I whined and whined

“Remus I just need you inside” I started unbuckling his pants, and my hand reached down his boxers and god when I pulled it out… when I tell you this man was BIG, that was an understatement.

“Where do you want me dove” he caressed my face as I whined

“Inside” as i was straddling remus on his chair, he lined his dick up and pushed it inside slowly as we both moaned

“You’re so.. tight” his hands grabbed my ass underneath my skirt and got me into rhythm with him. Once he settled in he started going faster, considering it was my first we took it slower.

Skin slapping and moaning could be heard miles away. “Mmmmmm” I was making so many noises

“Remus oh my-“ I was moving my hips up and down and Remus looked at my tits jiggle as he sat back and enjoyed the view

“You’re so Perfect dove” he took admiration of my body, checking me out. I smiled in return and continued to grind more.

“Remus I’m going to…” he saw as my eyes rolled back at an orgasm, “do it dove”

I cummed all over his dick and he pulled out before he could.

“You’re so Perfect, I think you should come to class earlier more often” he whispered into my ear and I bit my lip

“I definitely think I will” I went and fixed my hair and sat in my chair as other people walked in including Hermione and Ginny who I got partnered up with for a project and we got to work outside in the halls.

“Your face is flushed and your hair has just been brushed. You totally got fucked. Who by.” Hermione noticed the small things and you usually loved it when it wasn’t a complete and total inconvenience for you

“Uhhh” I was about to say something as Remus walked out side to check on how our group was going

“Now is not time for gossip ladies, get to work” he smiled and walked away

“Please don’t tell me I was seeing things when professor lupin was totally flushed and you told us you were going to the DADA classroom for study period…”

“You dirty little whore” both the girls gasped at their finding as you denied it profusely.

I am Never telling those two anything again

The end

I cannot tell you how much I struggled to find the English words for the following

Wriggled

Furrowed 😭

I Hope u guys enjoyed <3 x

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bimb0fy · 1 year

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Hello I was wondering if you can do billy batson having a crush on batsis superhero reader. Can you write about how they meet

If you can't that's okay but I love ur posts❤️

BILLY BATSON X BATSIS!READER

Summary: HOW YOU AND BILLY MET.

Warnings: SWEARING.

Requested by: ANON

THE FIRST TIME YOU MET - would be on patrol, an armored car heist, with batwoman attempting to stop it, only for it to be stopped by the Philadelphia fiasco. You first saw Freddy and he freaked out when he saw you.

"OH MY GOD BATWOMAN IS IN PHILADELPHIA?!" He yelled, you rolled your eyes at the boy, yet the yelling caught the attention of the others.

"Why hello there!" A man in a red suit yelled, he walked towards you, raising his hand for you to shake it. "I'm Captain Marvel."

"Batwoman." You answered, shaking his hand. He smiled at you, you had a feeling that he wasn't exactly an adult, no adult, especially a superhero, would act like he way he acted.

"So, is batman here too?" The blue one asked you, you shook your head, laughing at him.

"I'm here on official business without him." You explained, batman believed that the joker had been hiding here after Jason had been resurrected, fearing what Jason might do to him. "Keep you eyes out for me kay?"

You grappled yourself out of there, leaving the group in shock.

"SHES SO COOL!" Captain marvel yelled, the group laughed at him, deciding to fly home. You spotted them, and smiled once they dispeared.

THE SECOND TIME WAS AT SCHOOL, you had just walked into his class, and spotted a boy in the back, your teacher had assigned your seat next to him. You looked into your bag to realize that you had forgot a pen.

"Oh, fuck." You whispered, grabbing the attention of the boy beside you. He turned around looking at you.

"You alright?" He asked you.

"I forgot my pen." You answered, he chuckled at you before giving him his pen, you smiled at him as you took it. "Thank you, um."

"Batson, Billy Batson." He said, raising his hand for you to shake it, you accepted it, deja vu struck through you, it was exactly the same as the old man yesterday.

"Wayne, Y/n Wayne." You said causing his eyes to widen.

"You're a Wayne?" He stuttered, he started blushing, you nodded your head at him, he sighed before turning back to the lecture, you doing the same.

Billy Batson.

THE THIRD TIME WAS IN THE SCHOOL CAFETERIA, You still had Billy Batson's pen, you twirled it in your hands as you ate the food Alfred packed you, your dad didn't trust you that much alone, and he couldn't go as he was dealing with the Jason Todd crime boss issues.

"Hey there Wayne." A voice said causing you to look up, it was Billy. You smiled at him, giving him his pen back. "Keep it, I have others."

"Really?" You asked the boy, he just nodded, you smiled at him, his brother, Freddy, soon joined him, sitting with you as well with his girlfriend, Anne, who were arguing.

"Billy, who's hotter, Batwoman or Wonder Woman." Freddy asks his brother.

"That's a hard one, Wonder Woman is a total Milf, but Batwoman is just Batwoman you know." Billy explained.

"I think Batwoman's pretty hot." You chimed in, causing Anne too look at you.

"Thank you Y/n!" She yelled. Freddy looked at you too crazily.

"Hotter then Wonder Woman though?" Freddy reminded, you shrugged, looking at Billy.

"I'm gonna agree with Wayne."

EVER SINCE, Billy had met you, he fell in love, with both sides of you.

As Captain Marvel, he would spend all his time with you.

And as Billy, he would hang out with you everyday.

Obviously, Freddy had eventually figured out that you were the infamous batwoman, instantly confronting you about it, you obviously did NOT threaten him and scaring him enough to keep it a secret, but since Freddy already knew, you decided to come clean with Billy as well.

And boy was he shocked, he had instantly started asking you questions, and asked if he could meet batman, he never did, but that's okay to him, because he had you.

He had, his superhero.

#shazam fanfic #billy batson x reader #billy batson #dc captain marvel #dc #shazam movie #shazam fury of the gods #fanfic

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ryusuisloveinterest · 4 months

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hallo!! may I please request hcs with stanley snyder being your commander? like, you're in the military and in his unit and he's quite fond of you and develops and crush on you that you later reciprocate, and he like, tells Xeno abt it lmaoo thank you!! love your writing!!

hello anon! I’m not sure if you’re the anon that normally requests so you’re now officially 💙 anon lol. There was so many things I wrote that it might as well be a scenario in hc format if that makes any sense at all. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

Stanley Snyder’s crush on his subordinate 💓

OH BOY WHERE DO I BEGIN

I think the first thing that would’ve drawn him to you is how you’re not afraid to speak your mind

While all of his other subordinates just mindlessly follow orders, you need to know why and don’t have a problem saying no

“On our next mission we’re going to have to take over a town until there is a peace treaty.”

“Why?”

“Because the enemy has to know we are serious about our demands.”

“Then what’ll happen if they still don’t agree. I’m not going to kill innocents commander!”

“No one is killing innocents. We’ll discuss it more when the time comes.”

Then of course you carried out the mission perfectly

You’ve never once let him down

From then on he thought you were the hottest person to ever exist

He tried to talk to you about personal things time to time but he found it hard because he has a hard time sharing things with people in the first place

“So…do you smoke?”

“No commander, I value my lungs.”

The only exception to this is Xeno

Xeno and Stanley love talking to each other no matter what about, but they get even more excited when their friend talks about the thing they love

Every time Xeno hears Stanley mention your name he smiles to himself for his friend’s happiness

“Found them changing an old man’s battery for his car today.” Stanley tells Xeno as he lights his cigarette. “When I asked them about it they told me they wanted to learn so they can teach their little sister.”

Xeno chuckles as he finishes mixing his concoction. “Maybe they can help you when you need to change your oil again. God knows you nearly flooded the Earth again with the amount of oil that spilt everywhere.”

Stanley never really asked you out, but it was clear that that’s what he was trying to do

There was a military ball being held and Stanley was supposed to get an award and give a speech

He wasn’t nervous, after all he’s gotten plenty of awards. But the minute he saw you in your dress/suit, everything that was in his head instantly left

“Good evening (y/n). If I may say, you look absolutely stunning in your dress/suit.”

You chuckle. “Thank you commander. And if it’s not out of my place I must tell you that you look very handsome in that suit. But of course you seem to look handsome in anything you wear,” you tell him as you place a hand on where his medal will be. “Congratulations on your award.”

With that you try to walk off. Notice the try😉

He instantly grabs your arm. “Dance with me.”

You raise an amused eyebrow.

“It’s an order soldier.”

And with that the whole night the two of you were together. He introduced you to Xeno despite him basically knowing who you are. You dance with him, drink with him, talk laugh and everything else!

He almost forgot he got an award and has to make a speech lol

After the ball he insists he should walk you to your room

When you get there, you both tell each other how much fun you had tonight.

Blame it on the alcohol or Stanley just being so sick and tired of wanting to be with you that he just kisses you

To his surprise you kiss back

You two kinda sorta make out in your bedroom for a hot minute but you push him off 🫢

“G-goodnight commander, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

When tomorrow comes and he starts assigning chores for his subordinates to do when I he can’t find your name of the list

He checked it again and again and again and again and you get the idea

He asks someone about it and they tell him you’re leaving the regiment

He’s so shocked and mad he just storms to your quarters

“(Y/N)! WHY ARE YOU DROPPING OUT???”

Your sister that you’ve mentioned before is standing with a box in her hand as you tape another

“This is who you’ve settled for (y/n)?” Your sister asked you.

You chuckle and send her out to give you and Stanley some privacy

Stanley, arms crossed, waits there with a pout on his face

“I’ve found a job as a personal body guard for a new big singer. The pay is good but I won’t be working under you anymore so-“

“Is this about last night? Look I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or overstepped your boundary. I just couldn’t contain my feelings for you! But please you don’t have to le-“

“Will you let me finish commander? I’m leaving so I can pursue a relationship with you without all the other subordinates talking shit!”

His face is blank, but then he tried to hide the dumb smiling that’s just trying to form on his face

He coughs. “Very well. I’m glad you want this as much as me.”

You stick your empty gun at his throat

“Don’t make me regret it.” You tell him

Man he’s so in love with you

#dr stone #dcst #dr stone headcanons #stanley snyder x you #stanley snyder headcanons #stanley snyder x reader #stanley snyder

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cloudninetonine · 9 months

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Heyoo, I was rereading a player's aid last night and I had a really weird dream sorta related. And now I'm taking that dream and your story to make an absolute Frankenstein mess of ideas.

What if the Guide (someone from our world) did go alongside their adventures in physical body. But in not in order! First with Time, at 7 years old all throughout his adventures. After that, at 9, Guide met the Minish alongside Four! Then, with Legend at 10 up to 14 (because the poor vet got too many adventures).

But between Leg's adventures happened the classic LOZ adventures with Hyrule. Then at 15, Guide went with Sky!

After that, there was a rest until 17 to go with Twilight, then at 19 with Wind, but because I theorize he didn't originally have the blessing of the hero, Guide appeared until after he beat the Tower of the Gods (is that the name? I'm on my way home in the metro and I honestly forgot...) and helped the child from then on as a more helpful and capable guide.

After the whole mess with Wind, Guide helped Warriors with much more experience under their belt to aid on a whole ass war. And lastly, Guide helped our poor amnesiac Wild after waking up to a world he didn't recognize and had no real idea how to save.

In my case, I have a giant soft spot for Twilight (in a romantic way) because he and RE 4 Leon were my crushes as a child on the Wii, so there's that. But with you or anyone who may want to take this mess they I'm freely gifting, you can choose who would be the romantic interest.

A little detail to not forget is that Time and Guide last saw each other as traumatized children, and when the chain gets collected and they meet Wild and the Guide soon after the BOTW adventure, Time is physically around his 40's and mentally who tf knows! But the Guide is at the oldest, 20 to 21.

(I'm not sending it on anon because in case this is minimally interesting to you, maybe I can send more random thoughts I have on this AU or others without much issue. Will I regret it? Who knows, I'm sleep deprived and after going to school early af, then going to work... I'm in no mental state to make good choices either way. Whatever. Call me Nana, if you need to refer to me in any way.)

HI NANA!! ALSO I LOVE THIS IDEA!!

First, the possible angst potential with Time and Guide got me hurting for real because LET THIS MAN KNOW PEACE!!! I feel like that man would also instantly recognise the Guide because he's built like that

Honestly just love the boys not being alone for their adventures like yes let these men know peace when there is only chaos

#cloud answers

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so-much-for-stardust6 · 12 days

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High School Reunion- Patrick Stump

summary: you go to your high school reunion and bump into old friends. but seeing a certain someone makes you question your life

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: i did NOT proof read this so if there’s any spelling mistakes pls excuse them 🙏

i fiddled with my car keys, an uneasy feeling in my stomach. i sighed before opening my car door and getting out. i stared at the club, seeing people walk in and out. i shut my door and locked the car. i took in a deep breath before heading towards the building. once i told the bouncer my name, he let me in. i didn’t want to be here, but it’s my high school reunion. i was nervous to be here alone, all my friends i had became exes so i really had no one here. my eyes scanned the room, seeing so many familiar faces. i walked towards the bar, instantly wanting a drink. i saw my wedding ring glisten in the club lights. my heart skipped a beat, feeling some sort of guilt that i forgot i was married. i shook off the guilt once i remember how unhappy i am with him. i sat down on the stool, waiting patiently for the bartender.

“what can i get you?” the woman asked.

“shots of tequila, please.”

“coming up.” she started making my drink.

she placed at least 5 shots of tequila in front of me. i didn’t hesitate to grab them and quickly swallowed. i took a quick look at my ring, somewhat glad my husband was working today. he would’ve forced me to stay by him all night, and i wouldn’t be downing these shots.

“y/n? is that you?” i hear behind me.

i turned around to see joe trohman, my old best friend.

“holy shit, joe?” a smile breaks out on my face.

“holy shit, how have you been?” he brought me into a hug.

“livin’ the best life.” i lied.

“how about you, still in that band?” i ask.

“yup! one of our records sold millions!” he beams.

“oh joe! i’m so proud of you!” i smile.

“you should come say hi to the rest of the band!”

“are you sure? i’ll be intruding.” i say.

“it’s no worries, don’t you remember all of us hanging out? going out to get pizza and end up blasting music in pete’s shitty old car.” he laughed.

“i totally forgot! it’s been so long since i’ve heard from you guys.” i grab a shot.

“let’s take one together.” he took a shot.

“ready? go!” he exclaimed.

we both tilted our heads back, making the liquid go down smoothly.

“now we’re talkin’! let’s go.” he lead me to a booth.

“guys! guess who i found!” he pointed at me.

“Y/N!” they all yelled.

i looked at everyone in the booth. of course they all looked different, but i could still recognize them. andy had short hair now and a lot, and i mean a lot, of tattoos coving his arms. pete has tattoos as well, plus he grew out of his emo phase, i’ll miss that guy-liner. then there he was, my high school crush, patrick stump. he looked so different, a black fedora sat perfectly on his head.

“h-hey guys.” i waved at them.

“it’s been so long. how have you been?” pete stood up and hugged me.

“i’ve been great. how about you guys? joe told me you’ve sold millions with a record.” i say.

“yup! our band blew up!” andy beamed.

i sat down next to joe, catching up with the guys.

“woah, y/n. is that a wedding ring?” andy asks.

i look down at the ring, a feeling of sadness filled me.

“oh, yeah. it is.” i awkwardly chuckled.

“who’s the lucky man?” joe playfully winked at me.

“oh uh, y-you wouldn’t know him.” i fiddled with my ring.

“he’s a lucky man.” patrick spoke up.

hearing his voice made my breath hitch. tears started to form, threatening to spill.

i quickly stood up, excusing myself to the bathroom. i ran into a stall, having my back against the wall. i started sobbing, rethinking my whole life. once i started dating my husband, i was happy. we laughed and had our fun times but once we married, i was just a person in the house. i’ve had thoughts about divorce but couldn’t bring myself to it. but seeing patrick again brought back so many memories, memories of how much i’ve liked him.

i wiped my tears and stared at my ring. i quickly took it off, shoving it inside my pocket. i walked back out to the floor, wanting to go home. i looked back at the booth, not wanting to leave without saying goodbye. i walked back over, their eyes landed on me.

“are you okay?” pete asked.

“yeah, totally! i’ve got to go, it’s getting late.” i lied.

“here, let me give you my number, so we can stay in touch.” joe wrote down his number on a napkin and gave me it.

“thanks, i’ll call you in the morning.” i tell him.

“see you guys later!” i waved.

i quickly walked out the club, wanting to get away.

“y/n! wait!” i hear someone yell.

i turn around to see patrick running towards me.

“what’s up-“ i was cut off by his lips on mine.

i felt a warm feeling that i haven’t felt for years. i instantly kissed back, our lips molding together. he quickly pulled away, the look of guilt spreading across his face.

“i-i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have done that, i know you have a husband- i just really like you. i’ve liked you since high school, but never had the guts to tell you. seeing you tonight has brought back so many emotions and memories. i’m so sorry.” he rambled on.

“shut up and kiss me again.” i mutter before pulling him into another kiss.

he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me closer to him.

“can we go somewhere private?” he whispered.

“your place. my husband would be home soon.” i said.

“oh god, your husband. i totally forgot, we can’t do this.” patrick pulled away.

“don’t go, please. get in the car and i’ll explain.” i held onto his hand.

“okay…” he hesitated.

we got into the car and sat in silence for a few minutes.

“i’m unhappy, ‘trick. i don’t love him, not as much as i did before we got married.” i confessed.

“is that why you took your ring off?” he pointed at my hand.

“oh uh, yeah.” i nervously gulped.

“one thing though, i’ll move countries and change my name if he finds out we’re sleeping together.” he said.

“we’re what?” i asked.

“i said, we’re sleeping together…” he came closer to my face before softly placing his lips on mine.

he rested his hand on my cheek, slowly deepening the kiss. his other hand rested on my thigh, rubbing soft circles.

“give me the directions to your house.” i mumble against his lips.

we quickly pulled away, buckling up and heading towards his house. the sound of my phone ringing made me jump. patrick picked it up, reading the name.

“it says, “josh”. do i answer?” he asked.

“no! i mean- no. that’s him, my husband. if you decline it, he’ll know i saw his call. let it ring.” i explain.

patrick nodded and set the phone back down. i stared at the road in front of me, the sound of my phone filling the sexual tension in the air. we finally reached patrick’s house, immediately parking in his driveway and rushing in the house. he fumbled with his keys but eventually unlocked the door. once the door was shut, his lips were on mine again. i was shoved against the door, his hands roaming my body. we quickly took our shoes off, not wanting to track dirt around the house. we swiftly moved throughout his living room, ending up in his kitchen. his breath slightly smelled like alcohol, while mine probably smelled like pure tequila. he led us to his kitchen island, shoving me against it.

“jump.” he muttered.

i listened to him and jumped on the island. he stood between my legs, his hands resting on my thighs. his tongue explored my mouth, discovering every inch of it. his hands slowly snaked higher up my body, landing on my boobs. he began to softly squeeze and massage them, causing me to let out a soft moan. i’ve never felt this good in forever, the way his hands softly caress my body makes me feel a type of way. he pulled away from me, his lips now going towards my neck. he began to suck on it, definitely leaving dark marks. his hands went to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up. i grabbed ahold of the hem, practically ripping the shirt off of my body. patrick set his fedora aside, slipping his shirt off as well. he went to unclasp my bra, doing it on the first try.

i widened my eyes at his action, not expecting him to do it well. he saw my reaction and smirked at me. he dipped his head down towards my boobs, creating even more hickies for me to hide. i ran my hand through his hair, softly tugging at it. he smirked against my skin, knowing that he’s doing it right. i began to fumble with the buttons on his jeans, desperately wanting them off. he obeyed to me and unbuttoned them, pulling his pants and underwear down and letting them pool around his ankles. he swiftly unbuttoned my jeans, catching me by surprise. i leaped off the counter, pulling both my pants and underwear down and throwing them on the kitchen floor. i hopped back up on the counter, patrick immediately going back to his position.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he looked me in the eyes.

i nodded, not caring nor thinking about my marriage. he smiled brightly, giving me a quick peck on the lips. he pumped himself a few times before slowly inserting himself inside me. we both let out loud moans, feeling pure bliss from the warm feeling. he began to thrust, biting his lip and whimpers escaped his mouth. i threw my head back, letting out a throaty moan. he took this opportunity to pepper kisses all over my neck, occasionally lightly sucking on it. i pulled him closer to me, but i felt like we weren’t close enough. i scooted towards the edge of the counter, wanting him to be deeper inside of me. i felt him grab my legs and wrap them around his waist. i obeyed and squeezed my legs around his waist, burying him deeper inside of me. our moans echoed throughout his house, the sound of our skin hitting one another followed right after.

he lifted me up off the counter and lead us to his fridge, where he pressed my back on the cold door. i arched my back, not expecting the feeling of coldness on my back. he pressed me against the door, the fridge shaking with every thrust he made. he rested his face in the crook of my neck, softly biting down on my shoulder. i tugged at his hair, feeling a burning sensation bubbling up in my lower stomach.

“i-i’m close-“ i gasped out.

i forgot how good this feels, almost like getting a really good massage.

“me too.” he grunted.

soon after he said that, he let out a loud moan and i felt his warm cum fill me up. his hips stuttered as he jerked back and forth. i expected him to pull out and finish me off with his mouth or something but he ended up getting back on track and began thrusting again. the feeling in my lower stomach rose again, quickly building up.

“i’m gonna cum-“ i moaned out.

“do it.” he gritted through his teeth.

and on command, i came. i arched my back, throwing my head back as i tightened against him. that sent him over the edge, making him cum once again. he slowly thrusted, riding out both of our highs. once he stopped, my body felt limp. my legs were numb and shaking a bit.

“you were so good. you did great, baby.” he whispered against my neck, softly kissing it.

i felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. i never had josh tell me stuff like that, he’d just immediately go to sleep. aftercare is really important, but i’ve never experienced it. i just hugged patrick closer to me, not wanting this feeling in my chest to leave. i pull away, seeing his sweaty face staring at me.

“can i please stay the night. i-i can’t go home looking like this.” i tell him, pointing at the hickies he left.

“of course. let me get you some of my clothes.”

he pulled out of me, causing me to drop my legs down to the floor.

as soon as i had the chance to stand up by myself, i fell to the floor. patrick quickly ran by my side, picking me up bridal style.

“i’ll clean up our clothes later.” he smiled.

i chuckled at his words as he lead us upstairs. he sat me down on the bed as he went through his closet.

“how about this, a nice long family guy t-shirt and some batman underwear.” he smiled before throwing them towards me.

i caught them, looking at the design.

“wait- isn’t this my shirt?” i look at the shirt sitting on my lap.

“y-yeah. we hung out one day by the lake and we ended up swimming. when we drove you home, you left the shirt in the car so i took it home and washed it so i could take it back to you.” he nervously explained.

“but i never got it back. why?”

“i-i forgot. i promise i’m not a stalker! i’m not those guys who steal clothing and j-jerk off to them!” he quickly defended himself.

“it’s okay, ‘trick. i don’t think you’re those type of guys.” i laugh before putting on the clothes.

“you look pretty sexy in my underwear.” he eyed me up and down.

“and you look pretty sexy in- well, nothing.” i laugh.

he puts on some clothes and gets in bed. we cuddle up against one another, talking about how we’ve been the past few years. and throughout this whole night, i forgot that my wedding ring is in the pocket of my jeans that are sitting on the kitchen floor of another man i used to love.

#patrick stump #patrick stump smut #fall out boy #fall out boy smut #fob #fob smut #pete wentz #pete wentz smut #joe trohman #joe trohman smut #andy hurley #andy hurley smut #2000s #2000s smut #2000s emo #emo trinity

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cyanidas · 1 month

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psst hey hi hello two things: 1, I LOVE Cellia sm and 2, how do you think she would react to meeting/interacting with Fyora the Faerie Queen?

hi!! thank you!!! i was so happy when i got this ask <3<3<3 i immediately started working on some Things for her...

i imagine she would not like her very much >w>

with the help of my now-girlfriend @pewycert, who is a walking neopets encyclopedia and history book (TNT should hire her as loremaster and that is NOT a joke i am NOT exaggerating i genuinely firmly believe she should be the loremaster. TNT if you see this pls dm her) - she basically handed me Cellia's backstory on a silver platter so i'm not responsible for thinking of this but;

basically, in "the old world" (as i like to imagine Fyora would refer to it) when Tyrannia was actively being encased in ice, Cellia was one of the first to receive that punishment due to her...... unconventional appetite.

She was the last to be freed from her permaice caverns - where, fun fact, she was dreamily aware of the ages passing by, and could see the Negg faerie from where she was frozen, hence the random crush I gave her on Kari.

But, Cellia never forgot Fyora's betrayal...

(click/tap for quality) - also, in drawing this i realized that Man my faerie girl is Wayyy too detailed to match the neopets style. so i beefed up Fyora's design to match hers, and i wanna make a downgraded / source-accurate version of Cellia to match owo

i cant guarantee that Fyora wouldn't try to imprison her again instantly 😂 she seems like the type to automatically revoke hope for this faerie. but she's right, though. Cellia does not understand why her way of eating is so repulsive, and it's not like she hates neopets - FARRR from it! she just thinks theyre suuuper tasty is all 😅 but, suffice to say, she's so simple-minded that she is Not the type to be 'rehabilitated' (as Fyora puts it in reference to Xandra...)

this piece more shows how Cellia feels about Fyora than anything that would actually happen lol - in reality I think she would be terrified of her and do anything - ANYTHING - to hide from her. besides, i wanted to draw Cellia properly gremlinning out 😂😂

so yes! thank you for asking!!! im absolutely delirious with joy and pride and Autism for someone being interested in my OCs unprompted ;;u;; you are like the unicorn of the artist world and i just gotta say thats so brave and badass of you and i hope you find a $50 bill on the ground (or whatever that equivalent is in wherever you live) and best of all, you get to keep it <3

#interaction #hope-of-neopia #cellia the hunter faerie #queen fyora #neopets #neopets faerie #neopets oc #neopets fanart #neopets art #sketch #sketches #fan character #fan oc #cyanidas #2024

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tmnt-tychou · 1 year

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Some Bodyguard AU thirst for your Sunday:

She watched him, sitting on the couch, unaware of her eyes on him from behind the cracked doorway. He was so handsome in his sleek, black suit. Long legs, one crossed over the other. Long, powerful arms stretched out over the back of the couch. She shouldn't have bothered him. Technically, he was still working. He was still on the clock, fully awake even after the party, making sure she was safe for the night.

But he was also patient and kind, and beautiful. And she wanted him. Maybe she could even have him if she was only brave enough.

Taking a breath, Mona Lisa stepped into the room, trying to make it as casual as possible. Trying to act like her heart wasn't pounding in his chest. His eyes were on her instantly. Always vigilant to any motion in the room. It was almost unnerving how nothing escaped the notice of either of her two bodyguards at any time. Still, she continued to approach.

“Donatello, would you mind?” She walked up to him and turned around, presenting the back of her dress. “I think the zipper's stuck.”

It was such an old line. Someone like Donatello would have seen right through it. But if he wanted the invitation...

Like in the movies, she imagined him standing up, getting in close. Nose in her hair, one hand smoothing down her arm and side as the other slowly revealed her bare back to him. It would be slow and sexy, feeling his hot breath on her skin. Feeling his want for her as he helped her out of her dress.

But the reality was Donatello didn't even have to stand up. He merely reached up for the zipper and, with a few tugs, pulled it all the way down. And then left it at that.

Mona stood there stupidly, unsure of what to do. This hadn't gone according to plan. Her first response was panic. She hadn't even considered this outcome. What the hell was she supposed to do now? The rational part of her brain spoke above her embarrassment. She hadn't lost anything yet. She could still play it off like this was what was supposed to happen the whole time.

Say thank you and go back to your room. He will never even realize if you leave now and act normal.

All the men she knew were humans, until her two latest bodyguards. How cliché of her to crush on the first mutants she had ever interacted with. So trite, so predictable. But Mona tried to remember to be kind to herself. She never put herself out there for a man. There was no need to. She already knew the answer would be no. She was brave to try for the first time ever and she was lucky to come out of it so unscathed.

She forgot to thank him for his assistance and turned to go, now eager to go back to her room and lick her wounds in peace. But as she moved to leave, Donatello's hand caught her wrist. His face was one of surprise and realization, as if he only now understood the intention of her actions.

“Do you...” he started, then cut himself off. “Can you help me with something?”

She blinked at him. “Yes. Anything.” It fell out of her mouth before she could really think about it. It was embarrassing. It sounded desperate, though she meant every word.

He too seemed a little flustered at her response. His golden eyes darted away as he said, “Could you help me with...my tie?”

It was on straight, completely in order as he always was.

“To...take it off?”

He nodded and she saw his throat swallow as she stared at it. She didn't really touch them, though she often wanted to. They were the ones who initiated touch—though always in a professional capacity. A soft touch to her arm or the small of her back to guide her or get her attention when they needed it. She had no need to touch them. And now she had been given a direct invitation. She mentally told herself to be cool about it.

She bent over, fully aware that her loose dress would give him a generous view of her cleavage, as she worked the knot of the tie until it was loose enough to pull one end through. The silky fabric gave a small hush of sound as she pulled it through the collar and away from him. The closest she had ever come to undressing a man. She wanted to keep going. It seemed he did, too.

“And the buttons?” he ventured.

Her heart skipped. There was no mistaking when he was asking of her. She was eager, but tried not to seem too desperate as she took her time, undoing one button, then another, then another. Enjoying his eyes at her as she worked.

Unbidden, her hands went to the collar and pulled it open. Jacket and shirt together were slipped off the wide frame of his shoulders. Her eyes drank him up. The textured, green skin. The delicate clavicle. The exposed part of his plastron. A peek of the turtle body beneath the human clothes that attempted to hide his form. She drank him up like he was a glass of cool water.

Her darting eyes were caught by his and he held them there as he gathered his feet under him and stood. Slowly, foot by foot he rose up; to her height, and then over her. She still had a grip on his clothes, which only pulled them further down his arms, revealing more of his body to her.

Her face warmed as he took up the space around her. His fingers slipped through the open back of her dress and found the dip of her spine. So subtly, he used that touch to pull her in a little bit closer.

His voice came out as a rasp. A tone she had never heard from him before. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt au #tmnt bodyguard au #tmnt mona lisa #my art #the thirst is real with this au #Yes I have many things you can do for me Donnie #I have made a list #Leo's probably outside walking the grounds #He's missing out #Don't worry #I have written drabbles of him too

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magicalgirlmascot · 10 months

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Alright who wants to see my old Bionicle humanizations? These were from my modern/college!AU Metru Uni which I made when I was in college. These were all posted on dA circa 2011-12ish, and you have to understand these were drawn by hand, scanned into a computer, and edited using a laptop trackpad and MS Paint. Get ready for a lot of Shoujo Legs and Weird Character Choices. (All images will have their descriptions in the alt text.)

So first of all you have to understand that Vakama was my babygirl for many many years. This guy has the worst social anxiety you've ever seen. Not sure why I decided to take away his glasses when he transformed considering that's one of my least favourite things but whatever.

THIS MAN HAS NO ASS. I mean none of them do but Matau especially, goddamn. Anyway he wanted to dye his hair green so bad but his mom wouldn't let him. This guy is a huge flirt and we stan. Also I think the second image is flipped for some reason.

Okay yeah the second image is definitely flipped why did I do that. I was genuinely trying to make Nokama look cute and fashionable here but also I didn't know how to draw skirts very well so. Yeah. Vakama and Matau were both instantly smitten with her when she showed up and honestly the endgame ship there was Vakama/Nokama but for real it should've been the three of them. God she was so fucking patient

Now I gotta say I have absolutely no clue why the hell I gave Onewa a punk aesthetic (it's not even that punk, really, just what I would've considered punk as a very sheltered teen in 2011) but it kinda fucks actually. He was such a bitch but also he was so right about basically everything. King <3

WHENUA MY BELOVED. He was the oldest out of all of them and straight up had a university degree already but had for some reason decided to go to college after to get qualifications for a job that definitely would have paid less than the job he was originally going for with the university degree but I was dumb as hell and also he had to be at college that was the point of the fic. He and Vakama were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

Okay so the hairstyle. Um. I was obsessed with Wizard AnimalParade at the time. Also when he lifted the eyepatch on his transformed self he could zoom his vision in and out like a telescope. Also also he was obsessed with astronomy and thought astrology was stupid which. Is very funny writing KNPS now because that version of Nuju has exactly the same opinion

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Hey Rags how come the characters with brown and black as their theme colours are the only brown and black skinned characters" because I was fucking stupid that's why. Moving on.

One of the running gags I had in the manga version of this fic (YES there was a manga version, it only got about halfway through the second chapter) was that Lhikan always had bishounen sparkles every time he appeared. I wanted him to be a pretty boy so bad. I stand by this choice honestly Lhikan should be the prettiest boy. He should be more pretty than he is. VAKAMA SHOULD'VE HAD A BI LITTLE CRUSH ON HIM.

Honestly the only reason his eyes are white here is I forgot to colour them lmao. Dume worked in the college's security office and he was such an uptight old bitch. Look at his stupid little tie clip. This was also before I learned how to, like, make people look older, and so he just looks like a young man with a moustache lol. What learning to draw from Chris Hart books does to a mf

And to round off this part, please have one of the first pieces of digital art I ever did: a cover for the series! Back in the day fanfiction.net let you set a specific cover for a series so I drew this for that. I'm honestly really glad I found this again, I thought that it was lost to time and the only version I had access to was the extremely crunched version still up on ff.net. I drew this all by hand and did all the colouring and shading and stuff using Paint.net, which was a free program. The textures for the dirt and earth were made using MS Paint still though lol.

OKAY there are still about one million billion left to go but I'm calling it here for now so it doesn't get too long. I'll make another post with villains or something later.

Except also here have this no-context picture of Matau that was my deviantart profile picture for a long time.

#bionicle #human bionicle #look. LOOK.#at least half of this story is what became the blueprints for knps okay. i have changed very little.#it was formative for me though. how many big weird au fics have i done since then. metru uni was the first. the progenitor.#without metru uni we don't get west city public library or kini nui public school. so there you are.#but like for real though NO ONE HAS AN ASS. WHERE IS THE BOOTY. 19 YEAR OLD ME WAS A COWARD.

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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No word of a lie between you, K and @leisurelypanda I am waiting with baited breath for a piece of Gabe Kapler RPF. I don’t even really read RPF but after all this I……I even checked ao3. There’s nothing.

(Bang time?) I’m begging please if you’re looking for a sign

this is ✨ ittttttt ✨

Because I can't control myself any longer. I can't keep all the filth and need between just @howdoyousleep3 and Me. Please accept this drabble of RPF Feralness.

Take One for the Team

Warnings: RPF adjacent, Coach Kink/roleplay, Dom/sub relationship, established relationships, pet names (Baby, Smalls), daddy kink, slight degradation kink, oral sex (m receiving), man's got dirty talk for days, possessive behaviour, backgrounds baseball nonsense, unedited

Author's Notes: I know absolutely fucking nothing about this man or his life. This is complete fiction. Don't take any of this seriously. In fact imagine this more like an OC x Reader fic, and he is the face claim.

You can tell the moment he walks in from practice, the door slams and his bag crashes into the entryway. It's been a shit day. The owners, the shareholders, the sponsors, they've been on his fucking ass after the last game. When they lost by a run and technicality that had nearly got Gabe thrown out.

You're barely off the couch when he's striding and bending you back over it. His hand stretches between your shoulder blades, fingers flexing into the meat of your flesh as his hips press yours into the couch. He bends over, your breath being shoved out of you as he crushes you into the cushion.

"Smalls," he growls right in your ear. Goosebumps raise across your skin as his hot breath fans over you. "You fucking skip practice again, I'll have your ass running laps."

You fight the urge to push back into him, into the hard bulge that Gabe sports. That's not the game and you know the rules.

"I forgot, coach, it won't-" You swallow a whimper as his teeth graze over your neck. "I swe-"

"There is no fucking reason." He grips the front of your throat. "You know the rules for missing a practice don't you? Or have you forgotten those too?"

"No, coach, I know the rules."

Gabe kisses your temple, a moment of tenderness, before shoving off of you. "Knees, now."

"Yes, coach."

You twist and fall to your knees, hands shaking as anticipation rolls through your body. You're eye level with his cock, the outline of it pressed into Gabe's sweats. He grips your chin, forces you to look up at him.

"Shirt off."

The command rolls off his tongue like honey and you follow instantly. The old Phillies sweatshirt lands across the room. You're left in only a too short gym shorts.

"Fuck, you are gonna kill me, smalls. A goddamn picture. Trying to make me go easy on you now?"

"No, coach." You shake your head a little for emphasis. You don't take your eyes off of his, even though you want to stare, to worship the rest of the muscled body before you. He stares you down, eyes flicking to your heaving chest, to the way your shorts cut into your hips and thighs. He licks his lips and you mimic the movement without thought.

"Open that fucking mouth then."

Your lips are barely parted before he pushes your face over his covered cock. You whine, the high pitched noise slipping out. It's not enough. You wanted to taste him, but Gabe didn't give you permission. Your tongue lathes over the fabric, wetting it and teasing him.

"Such a fucking slut for me aren't you, smalls? Do anything I tell you when you know you've been bad." He grinds out the words, his hips rolling against your mouth. "Fuck, take my dick out. We are training your throat today."

You pull the waist band of his sweats and briefs down at the same time. Eager and ready for this practice session. Gabe is thick, his cock is heavy in your hand, so hot. The tip leaks precum, begging to be licked clean. Drool pools in the back of your mouth.

"Da-" You stop yourself quickly. "Coach, I'm ready."

Your tongue sticks out, mouth wide open and waiting. His tongue pushes down on your tongue and he bends over. Gabe spits. Adds to the mess threatening to spill from your lips. It lands on your tongue and before you can swallow he feeds his cock into your mouth.

"Always so ready for me, smalls, this hot fucking mouth is mine. Now let's make this throat mine too. Take a deep breath."

That's all the warning you get. He thrusts forward, shoving his cock as deep as it will go. You gag, choke around him as he groans. Gabe never takes his eyes off you, watches your eyes water and your lips stretch. His thumb slides over the seam of your mouth, pushes on it as he keeps fucking his cock into your mouth.

"That's it, smalls, relax for me. Let me in. Fucking making a mess around my cock. Keep swallowing, just like that."

Your hands itch to touch yourself, the fire in your blood on the verge of consuming you as your thoughts start to swim. But you don't. You keep them placed on his thighs. Gabe's deep voice grows rougher, his thrusts harder. Your jaw aches, but you want more. You want him to cum.

You suck and swallow him all the way down until your nose is buried in his curls.

"Shit, fuck, that's it, small. Take it."

Gabe shudders and moments later your mouth is flooded with cum. You watch his mouth fall open, his brow pull together as he keeps his eyes trained on you. He watches your throat bob around his cock.

"Show me." He pulls out, wet and sloppy with spit and remnants of cum. "Show me, smalls."

You present your tongue, mouth wide open again as your throat keeps working as if he were still there. Not a drop of his cum is wasted, you drank it all, but he needs this, needs to see the proof that you can follow the rules of the game.

A smile breaks across his face. His lips crash down onto your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. You relax into it, groaning as he grips the back of your neck.

"Thank you, baby," he hums against your lips.

"Anything, Daddy."

#sloth asks #into a ship or 2 #rpf #gabe kapler x reader #gabe kapler smut #rpf smut #look I just couldnt stop myself #im dead #reader insert

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littlemissprettyprincess · 1 year

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Hey miss riri, how are going since you said I could update I just wanna let you know how my day has been . I had a kinda crap day , dealing with bulkues is hard but today I kinda was real with myself and realized I feel sad , and have a crap situation because I always affirm so because I allow it , I realized that the 3d truly doesn't matter at all , even if I know my desires are here but " don't see my desires " that won't make sense because I have , you don't have to see a million dollars to know it's there . I don't have to see my sister to know she's alive , I've been restricting myself for what.

And also realized that the thoughts I normally have which aren't me "trying" to manifest or more like manifesting my desires which in a certain perspective is like in a state of lack cuz why would I manifest it if I have it already ?

Anyways my thoughts, that are my "normal" everyday thoughts so happen to manifest rather instantly and mostly the day after or whenever I say they will, like ;

• last week I said my crush would be more gentle with me this week and she is (imagination)

•I told myself my friend would probably get her crush to be her gf the day after valentines day and she did ( imagination + speech thought )

• That my dad would buy me food ( imagination)

•and others i forgot <3

Well I feel sad but I've been convincing myself not to be the old man and my higher godly self is beating the crap out of my human ego

I quite lutterally create reality , like last week I just imagined me mustering the courage up to message you and you responding the same day or recent enough and when I messaged and u answered I was sooook happy

Like I am sp powerful anyway

omg, this is amazing ! congrats ! thank you for the update ! ♡

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majorgarrett93 · 2 years

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The Unforgettable Night

Jeff Adams, an everyday guy who worked a 9-5 shift in an office would experience a very unordinary night. He was off work; It was a Friday night and planned to meet up with friends at a bar over twenty miles from his home in a town by the name of Winlock.

He knew the last bus route since he didn’t drive due to economic reasons, it was the perfect night until he was waiting, the bus hadn’t arrived. Another bus of another route arrived, the driver informed him about the accident they got in and he’ll have to wait until 6am the next day. He forgot his phone as well and would be stuck out on the streets of Winlock all night. He had a little money but couldn’t afford even a cheap motel, so he took some pills his friend gave him to stay up all night as he struggled with insomnia. He stops at a gas station, asks to use their bathroom which the owner tells him that it's for customers only, so he buys a couple cheap beers. He got the key and went to use the bathroom, crushed up a pill then snorted it and downed the beers. Cashier called the cops instantly because he was suspicious after he took over five minutes. Cops follow him five miles to the other side of town just to confront him about finding a rolled up recite as well as white residue and empty beer cans. They’re ready to take him in until a man is seen across the street in the park completely nude, under the influence of flakka and having sex with a tree while moaning intensely. Cops restrain him and eventually ambulance show up, Jeff could hear him screaming and threatening cops and paramedics, shouting “I am God, and I will destroy the Winlock police department!” Jeff sits down on a bench to take a rest and is approached by a woman who appeared to be a hooker, in tears crying about how a man has been trying to kill her for days. He goes to the ATM to get the rest of the money out of his account to help her, he passed a strange man in the park and suddenly hears three gunshots. He runs into a bar and tells the bartender what happened, and he just replies, “serves that cheap whore right.” Used the bathroom, thought he was alone until a guy came out of the stall and caught him, “clean that white gold off your shirt, cops here got sticks the size of 2x4s up their asses.” Realized that he had extra money in his pocket that he forgot about, orders a few whiskeys, ready to order coffee and pay his tab until he becomes interested in staying longer due to two reasons; Noticed his old friend David from high school which he was David’s only friend, often picked on due to his mental illness. Jeff also noticed an entertaining fight going on between two girls; One typical goth girl and one about two hundred pounds overweight wearing pajama pants and a shirt that said, “spoiled rotten bitch”, like something on the People of Walmart calendar. “Hey David, remember me, Jeff?” he shouts, David joins him for a beer, “Make that coffee two Millers, one for my old pal David.” Trailer trash girl makes fun of David saying, “freak off his meds again?” Jeff stands up for David, “shut up whitetrash bitch, must’ve walked a mile too far cause that’s where the crackhouse is.” Fight is about to break out and both David and goth girl try to break it up, goth girl takes the punch and tells Jeff, “Should've just hit her, you call that stuffed pig a lady?” Fight began to break out, they both got into it. Bartender steps in and makes them leave so they had to take it to the streets. Who won the fight? Well, one girl was found unconscious in the street like she got pushed off the sidewalk, trucker who first mistook her for a dead cow. Bar was closed that night, one guy tells Jeff, “Saw you snort that powder, but I won’t tell, stay at my place tonight." Invites him into his car when he tells him situation being stuck on the streets and tells him how he can stay at his house. He then says, "Yeah, stay at my house tonight. No charge and free dope on the house if you can show daddy a good time in bed." Jeff jumps out of the car into moving traffic almost getting hit. He notices it’s almost 4am and has only two hours until he's suddenly knocked unconscious and mugged. Later wakes up in the hospital. He is later being discharged after being medically cleared and sees a man in the room across from him handcuffed to the bed and surrounded by cops. Keeps begging for painkillers and shouting “my dick’s on fire!” Jeff got home safe finally but would never forget that one night.

#dark comedy #funny #inspired by real events #insanity #drugs

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jadequeen88 · 3 years

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Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward.

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl�� embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

“Big Red <3”

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him.

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on.

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss.

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests.

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped.

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree.

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it.

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.”

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating.

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?”

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him.

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure.

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out.

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit.

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks.

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body.

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.”

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth.

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock.

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.”

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker.

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours.

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp.

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug.

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands.

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom.

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”

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siempre-bucky · 3 years

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I.I.G.Y.M.H.W.Y.T.I.A.M.M.T.H.M.I.T.W?

COWBOY!BUCKY X READER

♡if I gave you my hand would you take it and make me the happiest man in the world?

Summary: Nat and Wanda take the reader post break up to The Stark Ranch, a beautiful little place in the lush green countryside. God she hated it, she didn't want to be here only wanted him back. With one dip of a black cowboy hat and a deep-voiced greeting, the readers brooding would have to wait.

Part 1 of 3

Warnings: light mentions of past abuse,

WC: 3.8k

A/N: there was a tiktok and it was just cowboy Sebastian Stan and this fucking song!! Here's a thing I can't stop thinking about! I edited this the best I could.

In the long, rich history of bad ideas, this had to be the worst idea anyone has ever had. Here she was, squished in between her best friends in the back of an Uber. An old country song from the 60s played on the radio as the two redheads gushed about the small town they were driving through. The most popular restaurant back in Brooklyn probably had more people inside it than this little country town.

"Are you done brooding?" Wanda complains, her Sokovian accent purely intensified the distaste in her tone.

"All I want is John, back," Y/N mutters bitterly, her jaw clenched, sinking lower into the seat. Both women roll their eyes at her comment.

"You haven't stopped mentioning Walker since we got off the plane. It's been 2 months Y/N," Natasha reminds her, checking her watch that was peaking from her black leather jacket. "Don't forget this is why we're here! A getaway is just what you need."

Has it already been 2 months? It only felt like 2 weeks since he left. His last words still sent a chill down her spine "Did you really expect me not to cheat, Y/N? It's New York, get used to it, babe." Y/N shakes her head, trying to get that man's callous words out of her head. She felt like she was already at the acceptance of the grieving process. She clearly wasn't there.

Natasha suddenly gasps, the Stark Ranch coming into view with its black iron gates, its name the biggest thing on it. Y/N looks in Nat's direction, the 4 story red and yellow inn sat in the middle of a long dirt road and was nuzzled in with the saturated green grass and big trees. Y/N thought it was pretty but she would never admit that to her friends.

"Ladies you have a good time out here! I reckon you'll find our little town quite charmin'!" The older man tells them happily as his car comes to a stop in front of the inn. The girls give him their thanks and get out to take a look at the place.

Nat's hand shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked up the place, a confident smile on her face since she picked out this place in the middle of nowhere. Wanda stood in the middle with her hands in her pockets and a relaxed smile. As for Y/N? she might as well have a dark cloud hanging over her. It smelled like grass and horses, her black ankle boots were covered in dust, and worst of all...Natasha blocked John's number. "Relaxation awaits girls!" Nat cheers as she leads her small pack into the front doors of the inn.

The inside was just a cute as the outside, country-style couches placed in the center with a mahogany coffee table littered in doilies. Guests laughed and chatted behind the french doors in the restaurant beside them. "Welcome to Stark Inn!" The front desk lady greets them, her strawberry blonde hair tied in a bun and a glossy smile on her features.

"You go check-in, I'm staying here," Y/N sighs, plopping down onto one of the floral couches, taking out her phone from her back pocket. Nat and Wanda rolled their eyes, pushing their luggage next to their friend before walking over to check-in.

She checked her phone 5 times, 5 different bell-sounding notifications from 5 different apps. Nothing from her former love, of course, not because he's blocked. The next bell sound didn't come from her phone but the front doors of the inn. The ding was followed by two men laughing loudly, one clapping the other on the back. The Y/H/C girl looks up at the source of the ruckus.

One was blonde, wearing a thin blue flannel shirt and dark jeans. He was cute, had a nice ass, and blue eyes a lady could swim in. The other man was a different story, however. A blush crept up her cheeks as she looked at him. His shoulder-length hair was tied up in a low bun, face nearly hidden by his black velvet cowboy hat. Fuck that man looked good in red flannel.

The said man looked down at her. Oh shit, she'd been caught staring at the two cowboys. Before she could look away the one in red smirked at her and dipped his hat "ma'am," he speaks in greeting, his voice was low and raspy, sending butterflies to her stomach and other regions.

"H-hi," Y/n says shyly, like a schoolgirl whose crush finally talked to her. The man turned away and walked away to walk towards the front desk, mud left behind from their boots which they were quickly scolded for.

"Well while you boys are makin' a mess 'round my inn you can take help these girls up to their room," Pepper, the co-owner huffs "307... the nice one." Pepper waves them off, turning to grab the keys to the room.

Natasha eyed the blonde man up and down, resting her back on the front desk, propping her elbows up behind her. "Hi there cowboy," she speaks to him flirtatiously, her pink lips form a smirk. The man ducks his head and laughs.

"Hi there. I'm Steve."

"Natasha."

Y/N rolled her eyes at the flirting, rising from the couch she went to grab the handle of her bag but was met with cold metal. Her eyes flew up to see the man in the back cowboy hat already grabbed a hold of it "I'm assumin' this is yours?" he chuckled with that honey-like voice. Y/N nods and crossed her arms over her chest, her hand still feeling the chill of his hand.

She followed behind them, taking the red-carpeted stairs. She was behind them enough to stare at the broadness of his shoulders, a small smile appeared on her lips thinking about what it would be like to run her hands down his back. No, she quickly erased the image out of her mind. That thought returned as they climbed the second set of stairs, her Y/E/C traveled down his back and landed on his backside as he climbed. A red rag hung out of his back pocket.

The man turned around as they reached the top, catching her stare at him "I'm Bucky," he tells her, breaking her out of her trance. Bucky was 2 for 2 catching her stare at him. The red in her cheeks matched the vibrant red of the rag her eyes were once fixated on.

"Y/N," she responds simply, her voice quiet.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss." His words made her skin tingle, small bumps rising to the surface of her clothed skin. Her green jacket covering all the evidence.

"It's nice to meet you too, Bucky," she ponders over his name for a minute "did your parents name you that?"

Bucky laughed, oh God his laugh was precious "No, uh- my name is actually James. Bucky is just a nickname, I like it better," he explains. Y/N moved from the back to his side as they walked up the final set of stairs.

"Both names are nice," Y/n chuckles, "they suit you." They both looked at each other and instantly smiled, she even unfolded her arms and let them linger at her side. She forgot what it was like to be comfortable after all this time. Walking on eggshells for a man who could set off at any moment was what she grew accustomed to. This was nice, even she had to admit that.

The two girls in front couldn't help but give each other a knowing look, Steve even joined in. "He hasn't dated in years," he whispers to Natasha as they approached the room.

"A shell of a man cheated and dumped her," Wanda tells them in a hushed voice.

They reached the white door with a golden plate '307' written in script numbers. "This is the best room at the inn!" Steve starts to gush, placing the bags on the ground.

"Clear view of the stables, horses walking around all the time," Bucky chimes in, his elbow nudging Y/N the arm. he looked up at him with raised eyebrows but he wasn't looking at her this time. Did he do that on purpose? No. Probably not.

"Well... we'll let you ladies get settled in. Don't hesitate to reach out of you need anything." Steve dipped his hat and started to walk away, clapping his friend on the shoulder, turning him to walk in the same direction.

"See you around, Y/N," Bucky told her before walking away. Her eyes lingered on the tall man as he walked away and even he turned around to catch another glance at her. 3 for 3.

"Did someone catch feelings already?" Natasha laughed as he unlocked the room. Y/N eyebrows furrowed in anger, walking in after her friends, roughly brushing past the sassy redhead.

"All I want is John back. I don't know what the hell that was out there," she defended herself, snarling as she sat in the chair by the large windows, her legs hanging off the ledge.

The women hung their heads and began to unpack "You can have the other bedroom," was all Wanda said before the conversation ended. Y/N felt the guilt rise in her heart. She didn't mean to be so blunt and rude to them, in the back of her mind she knew they knew they were trying. She was trying too.

Time had passed and clothes were hung and folded away in their drawers. Nat sat on her laptop looking for places to eat in town while Wanda checked in with her husband and kids back home. Y/N hadn't left the chair since they arrived. Checking her phone for someone who couldn't talk to her.

"Look at this cute little place in town! It's home cooking they call it. We should go," Nat tells the girl happily.

"I'll call the Uber after I talk to Tommy," Wanda joins in.

"I-I don't want to go," Y/N says, her voice softer than before. She turns his attention to the sables below her, a black horse being led by the man in the black hat. "Bucky," she whispers to herself. She watches him, his lips were moving, obviously talking to the beautiful animal. A smile dared to appear on her face while she watched him, she saw her reflection and she sucked in her lips. Her attention went back to her friends.

"We're not going to let you coop yourself up in this room all night, Y/N." Natasha squints her eyes in judgment, closing her computer with a loud thud.

"And I don't want to make this trip miserable for you guys. I just need to be by myself for a while."

"That's what we're afraid of. It took 2 weeks to get you out of your apartment."

"I'm doing better now!" she shouts, realizing what she did she gulped and sat straight up in the chair, placing her feet on the floor "I'm sorry, Nat. Please just go, have fun and I promise we'll do that spa ay like you wanted tomorrow."

"Fine, but give me your phone," Wanda interjected, holding out her hand while her other one placed her phone in her back pocket. Y/N scrunched her nose and shook her head. Wanda's eyebrows lowered, her hand still stretched out as she walked towards her. She cocked her head, striking fear into the Y/H/C. She hated when Wanda did that.

"How are you going to reach me if something bad happens?"

With the phone now in Wanda's hand, Nat said "We'll call the front desk."

The girls had left, telling Y/N to make her time alone useful. She wanted to sit and wallow in her never-ending sadness. She remembered a time like this at a New York lawyers convention when John left her in the room for hours while he partied downstairs. No, no, she didn't want it to be like this even if it was her choice now.

The stables. She walked over to the window and saw the red building empty from what it looked like. Maybe she could get a glimpse of the horse she saw. Bucky didn't even cross her mind then or was that the reason she wanted to go so badly. No, it had to have been the horse she saw. Keep telling yourself that.

Y/N stayed back a bit longer, giving Nat and Wanda enough time to leave the property. They would never let this go after the stable comment Bucky made. She stepped outside, the sun starting to set and a small chilled breeze brushes past her. Lurking around to make sure no one was there she slowly walked into the stable, the horses not paying her any attention.

There she was, the beautiful black mare standing her her stall, her face poking out of the window. Y/N walked over and let the horse sniff the palm of her hand "You're so pretty, my darling," Y/N beams, rubbing her nose. The horse nickered, making the woman laugh "You like compliments don't you."

"She craves attention!" A voice called out from the other side of the barn. Y/N whipped her head to the side, her heart thumping against her chest. Bucky started making his way over, two silver buckets in his strong arms. The sweat on his face didn't go unnoticed by her, she swallowed hard and took a step back from the horse.

"I-I didn't see a stay-out sign, I'm sorry if I'm not all-" her rambling was cut off by his soft chuckle and the clang of the buckets now on the ground.

" I don't mind, doll. Clementine loves the company." I was hoping you'd show up, he kept that to himself of course. "While you're here, do you want to help me brush her? She gets sad if I don't do it before I leave."

Y/N smiles softly and nods at him, her hands folded in her lap. Bucky eagerly opened the stall and allowed her to enter first. He ran around to empty the feed buckets and placing the buckets on the shelf. He pants as he hands her a brush, his awkward smile earning a thank you.

Bucky stood on one side while she stood on the other, brushing the shiny coat of Celmentines's body. The silence was a comfort and the soft brushing noises were music to their ears. She enjoyed the silence and stolen glances at each other. His steel-blue eyes fixated on his favorite horse, she'd never seen someone look that loving towards someone else.

He breaks the silence "So what brings you guys all the way out to our neck of the woods?"

Was she supposed to be honest? Because 'I'm desperately trying to get over a man who ripped my heart out' doesn't scream approachable. She bit her lip and looked at him from the other side of the horse, their searching eyes meeting.

"Fella did me wrong so my friends decided a getaway was the best medicine," she explained, a watered-down version of what the real devastating truth was.

Bucky nods as he listens to her, slowly making his way to her side, brushing Clementine's hip as a cover. He didn't push it any further, now wasn't the time and he remembered her somber appearance when he first met her in the lobby "Where ya from?" He asks instead

"Brooklyn." His ears perk up, he hadn't thought about that city in so long.

"Brooklyn?" he hums, "how's the city these days?"

"Busy," she responds, looking over at him trying not to act surprised that he moved closer. "You've been?"

"Once or twice." 7 years. He frowned and bit the inside of his cheek. Y/N hums and starts to brush the side of her neck. Clementine whinnies, making the woman jump back. "I-It's ok," Bucky tells her kindly, holding out his hand, "she likes that, let me show you." He takes off his hat and tosses it on top of the hay pile behind them.

His flesh arm placed at on her midback, bringing her closer to the horse. His metal arm covers her hand to guide the brush down Clementine's neck. The sound of her own heart was deafening, he was so close she could pick up everything. The smell of hay and horses mixed in wish musk and was the cedar? It was manly...just like him. The stands of loose hair stuck to his forehead, small grey hairs mixed into his stubble.

Her eyes shifted away from his face onto the sight in front of her, his hand over hers, the gold and black metal shining in the overhead light. She wondered if he could feel her. "Your arm?" she questions barely audibly.

"It was a military accident...I fell," he responded, she couldn't tell if there was sorrow in his voice or he was just accustomed to explaining it all the time.

"It's nice! I hope I didn't offend you," she tried to pull away from the situation she created but his flesh arm held her still. He looks down at her and smiles.

"You didn't. It was a long time ago."

His reassurance got her to relax. They eased into small talk about their lives, she learned that he was born here and always helped the Starks on the ranch when they opened it, leading into a job when he got out of school. He was kind and funny, made her heart constantly skip beats when he said something nice. It made her forget John Walker for a while.

The sun went down, the auto light of the stables turned on. Bucky knew he should've clocked out by now, but this was far better. She was sad, he knew that, but when she relaxed she was surprisingly funny with her quick wit, soft smiles, and her newfound love for his favorite girl Clementine.

"Have you ridden before?" he asks as they finish, taking her brush back.

"No," Y/N laughs as she recalls her childhood, "I saw a boy fall off one at summer camp and I swore I'd never do it. I admire from afar."

Bucky joins in on the laugh while he grabs his hat and dusts off the loose straws of hay on his hat. Y/N bits her lip and pats Clemintine one last time before the pair walked towards the door "Watch your step," he warns, holding his metal hand out for her to take. She looks at him for a moment, feeling like her feet were cement. Her eyes flash from his hand to the softness in his eyes.

"Fucking hell Y/N let's go!" John's hand outreached for her, it was shaking, matching his anger. "I'll fucking leave you here. You know, fuck it. Walk home." That hand turned into a fist... she didn't like that fist.

Hesitantly she takes it, her nervous fingers wrapping around his palm as he guided her over the edge of the stall and onto the main ground of the stable. "Thanks for letting me brush her, it was nice," she smiled, still holding his hand. She wasn't the only one who didn't let go.

"Any time, doll. How long are ya here for?"

"5 days," she responds. Not enough time, he frowned and bit the inside of his cheek.

"Well you can come down any time you'd like, Clem would like the company." I would too.

Y/N finally realized she was holding his hand, her eyes went wide and pulled away suddenly, her nervous chuckle ringing in his ears "I-I should go... thank you again Bucky."

She scurries off towards the inn, their hands still tingling. He'd never been this happy to still have nerves in his arm "God bless Wakanda tech," he praised under his breath, clenching and unclenching the hand.

"Y/N! Wait a minute," he shouts stopping her mid way. She turns and see's him standing there in the overhead light of the stable, like he was waiting for her to get there safely.

"Yeah?" she questions, matching the volume of his voice.

"While you're here you should try Happy's Diner! Best coffee in town!"

"I thought this place did?"

"Don't let Pepper convince you!"

Y/N giggles and nods "I will. Goodnight Buck."

"Goodnight, Y/N!" He watches her leave, making sure she was safely inside, she turned to catch one last glance at him making the brunette smile at her and waving her off.

It would be another hour before Natasha and Wanda returned to the room, finding their friend in the same position in the chair by the window. This time her shoes were dustier than before, black hairs visible on her cream-colored shirt. She stared at the cowboy painting on the wall in front of her like her life depended on it "What did you do all day, Y/N?" Wanda asks, tossing Y/N's phone on the bed.

She expected her to run and grab it, feverishly checking the messages John couldn't send. That reaction never came, she didn't flinch when the phone landed on the bed with a soft thud. Her mind was still a blur, Bucky was kind, he held his hand out for her and got her to the other side of the stall...he waited for her.

"This," Y/N remarks, coming out of her thoughts pointing to the chair she was occupying. The spy in the leather jacket didn't buy it, looking at the differences in her clothing and demeanor.

"Sounds like a bore," Nat sighs, deciding to let it go for a moment.

"How was the restaurant?" Y/N yawns, getting up and walking past them. The two redheads sniffed the air as she passed, it smelled like Y/N had been sleeping in a barn. Well, that was almost true.

"What the hell is that smell?" Wanda grimaced, her nose scrunching at the foul smell. Y/N stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes, she wasn't about to tell them about her time in the stable with Bucky. She brought her shirt up to her nose, fuck, it was her.

"Must be the atmosphere," she laughed it off, "I'm going to bed!" She rushes off before the accusations came and she knew they would come.

The door to the adjoining room slams shut and the girls give each other a knowing look "Twenty bucks says she smuggled Walker in here," Wanda bets.

"Nah, it was the guy with Steve. She blushed way too much to have done nothing about it."

"Fair."

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O̶l̶d̶ M̶a̶n̶ M̶o̶v̶e̶s̶

__________________________ Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve shows you a thing or two about being an old man.

Warnings: *AGE GAP*, smut 18+ minors dni, very dark/inappropriate joke (only mentioned once but beware)

Author’s Notes: I know this isn’t the most original but hEr yA gO lol (ps this a long one but boy is it a good read #prettyproud ;) lmao) __________________________

“Hey Nat, do you know anything about World War II?” you peeked your head in her room.

“Nope, ask Steve.”

“Hey Tony, do you know anything about World War II?” you walked into the lab.

“Nope, ask Steve.”

“Hey Sam, where’s Bucky?” you walked in the kitchen.

“Mission.”

“Well, do you know anything about World War II?”

“Nope, ask Steve,” you grunted and rolled your eyes.

“Hey Wanda, do you know anything about World War II?”

“Nope, have you asked Steve?”

“Ugh! Everyone keeps saying that,” you flopped down on her bed.

“And why aren't you asking him?”

You looked at her raising an eyebrow. She was the only, well you think Nat knows but Wanda is the only person you told about your little crush on the super soldier. Upon seeing your face, Wanda chuckled humorously. One time she caught you during a meeting thinking about Steve; every part of Steve. To say you were embarrassed would be an understatement.

“What about Bucky?”

“He’s on a mission. Hey, what are you watching?”

“Malcolm in the Middle.”

“Nice.”

You laughed at the show for a bit before grunting remembering that you had to finish the history report for your college professor who’s as old as sliced bread. Before you walked out Vision phased through the door.

“Ooh! Vis, tell me everything about World War II!”

“No, Vis! Don’t tell her a single thing! You have to ask Steve,” she scolded.

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Wanda,” you whined.

“I’m pretty sure he’s in his room,” she smirked.

“Please don’t make me do it,” you begged hyperbolically.

“Then fail your report,” she smirked evilly.

“Dammit, Wanda,” you left her room hearing her snicker.

You stomped to your room and collapsed on your bed. You sat at your computer for twenty minutes until a knock disturbed your dreadful staring.

“Steve!” you shouted opening the door.

“Hey, Sam told me you needed help with a history report?”

“Sam told you?”

“Yeah; and Tony, and Nat, and Wanda,” Steve phoned chimed suddenly.

“Oh, uh, Buck just texted me saying Sam told him that you need help with uh, a history report,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, World War II,” you gritted.

“Well,” he stood awkwardly at your door still.

“Come in,” you moved over to let him in.

Steve walked in and sat on the edge of your bed. You scurried over and threw yourself on the bed gathering all your papers and books and your laptop. You sat criss crossed on the bed before looking up at him ready for learning, I guess.

“Ok so what exactly do you need to know?” Steve smiled.

“Oh well, uh, maybe we start with life before soldiers got drafted?” you suggested.

Steve smiled remembering tons of stories and memories of him and Bucky being teenagers in New York. You stopped caring about your report altogether and just kicked back to listen to all about Steve. The way he lit up whenever remembered something he forgot to tell you made your heart burst.

At one point he started laughing so hard, as were you, when he slapped his hand directly on your thigh and squeezed hard from pure humor. Needless to say, you instantly stopped laughing and zeroed in on his large hand and the way it gripped your thigh.

“Awe man, that such was a good day,” he breathed out once he cooled down.

“Yeah, it’s kinda weird,” you said, coming back to reality.

“Why’s that weird?”

“I don’t know? You’re the captain, you don’t have fun. You’re an old man,” you giggled.

“Old man? Kid, you’re hurting me,” he clutched his chest dramatically.

“Hey, I already told you to stop calling me kid. I’m twenty years old,” you crossed your arms.

“Hey come on, I’m just joshing ya,” he smirked.

“Who the fuck says ‘joshing ya’?” you laughed.

“What, the kids don’t say that nowadays?” he laughed.

“No!” you were cracking up rolling on the bed.

“You’re supposed to be doing your history report,” he defended.

“You’re such an old man, oh god.”

“And you’re such a child,” he pinned you down on the bed.

“Ooh, someone busting out the old man moves. Get off grandpa,” you smirked.

“Make me, kid,” he emphasized ‘kid’.

You two glared at each amusingly, both trying you very best to not smile. Your shirt had ridden up your stomach and Steve could somewhat see the exposed skin. He didn't think you were a kid per say, he thought you were a very beautiful young woman; too young. He didn’t think it would be appropriate to pursue any sort of relationship with you; it’s not like you were very incognito when it came to checking him out. He knew that you liked him.

Explains all the teasing you do too.

The close proximity between you two make you both bothersome; Steve's muscle clenching and fighting every urge in his body to do something he might regret, or worse, something you’ll regret. Your stomach flipped and your mind wandered to what it would be like if you were in this position under different circumstances.

In an attempt to relieve yourself without Steve knowing you clenched your thighs softly before moving your knee up. Upon moving your knee, your eyes widened and Steve instantly got off you covering his modesty with your sheet. Your face slowly turned into a mischievous smirk before raising your eyebrow at Steve, who profusely blushed under your taunting gaze.

“Do kids turn you on?” you joked.

“Y/n!” Steve groaned at your highly inappropriate joke.

“I’m kidding!” Steve simply rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m just joshing ya,” you grinned, making Steve chuckle.

“How much of your report have you done?” Steve reached for your laptop; making you panic because you didn’t even have your name let alone a title typed out.

“Seriously?” he looked at you like a stern father.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said.

“You don’t even have your name,” he cracked a smile.

“Well, your stories are just too captivating; I was distracted,” you weren’t exactly lying, seeing Steve seem so relaxed and carefree thinking back on memories made you smile.

“Distracted,” he repeated sarcastically.

“Yeah, I was,” you felt small as Steve got closer to you.

“Is this distracting now?” he mocked.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

He looked at your lips before running his nose along your cheek and your own nose. He pressed his lips too close to your lips, of which you were desperate for him to touch. Your hands grabbed at his arms that were held tightly on your waist for any sort of stability. You felt like you were going to pass out.

“You better finish that report if you know what’s good for you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Huh?” you breathed out seeing as Steve has stood up and made his way to your door.

“You heard me. Come find me when you’ve been a good girl and finished that report,” he slipped out smoothly leaving you high and dry, or rather soaking in arousal.

Your eyes were practically bulging from your head and you couldn’t believe the Steve with that gnarly stick up his ass was the same one that just easily turned you on like an easy-bake oven and called you a ‘good girl’. You immediately rushed to grab your laptop googling facts about World War II and typed faster than Usain Bolt could run.

Meanwhile Steve stood in the shower with cock in hand, his thumb rubbing over the tip leaking with precum. He ran his hand down his shaft and threw his head back at the pleasure. He moaned your name and tensed his muscles getting close to a release.

He had to hold on to the wall to keep his knees from buckling. The sight of seeing you under him, squirming and wiggling so innocently made his cock twitch. He knew that you liked him, it wasn’t necessarily a huge secret; you weren’t desperate to hide that fact. But he knew you weren’t going around telling people so he never said anything.

He went to your room genuinely trying to help with your college report and he got enthralled with his own memories. He didn’t exactly know when the air shifted but he realized it indefinitely when your body tensed under his hand that rested perfectly on your thigh.

He remembers the softness of skin and remembers the way your breathing quickened. He kept the conversation going as innocently as possible but then you started teasing him about his age, about what an old fashioned sucker he was. And all he could think about in that moment was flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress you showing his “old man moves”.

“Fuck,” he moaned to himself.

Soon enough after a couple more pumps, he painted the shower walls with his cum desperately wishing it was your stomach or even your back. He just wanted you there with him. He felt guilty thinking about you like that. He knew if he were ever to get with you he wouldn't be able to keep up. You were so spright and mischievous and beautiful and gorgeous and sexy and… wait; slow down, Steve.

He got out of the shower and cleaned himself off. He changed and just stayed in his room letting the sounds of the TV drown any thoughts he might wandered to you. A sudden knock broke the silence settled in his room and he opened the door to find his best friend.

“Hey, man,” Bucky smiled.

“Buck, your back,” Steve opened the door further letting him come in.

“Oh, did you get my text? About helping Y/n with her report? Heard it’s like forty percent of her grade,” he said.

“Yeah uh, I did,” Steve said hesitantly; Bucky narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously.

“What did you do?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Steve retorted.

“I don’t believe you. Come on what happened?” Buck chuckled.

“She called me an old man,” Steve pouted.

“Haha! Seriously?”

“Yeah but jokes on her cuz I-” Steve stopped himself, what if his best friend thought he was a creep.

“Oh no, did you guys fuck?” he asked suddenly.

“Buck,” Steve groaned.

“You did, didn’t you!”

“Almost!” Steve bursted out, his eyes widening in fear.

“Hey, why are you all freaked out? I thought you liked her?” Bucky questioned.

“Yeah, but what? She’s too young. I thought you were gonna think I was a creep,” Steve was confused.

“Well, how old is she?”

“She’s uh, she’s twenty, almost twenty-one,” he muttered.

“Oh, yikes. Uh, I don’t know man. I mean you’re both adults,” Bucky said.

“Fuck, man. I really fucked up,” Steve said making Bucky ‘language’ him of which Steve glared back.

“Did you kiss her?”

“No, almost,” Steve responded.

“Ok then what happened?”

Steve explained to Bucky what happened just hours ago and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at his poor friend's antics.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Steve,” Bucky joked.

“Buck, you’re not helping,” Steve grunted.

“Well, either you keep your promise and fuck her good, or be that old man she called you with a stick up your ass and make her feel like shit. No pressure though. See for dinner, I’m going to beat the shit out of Sam,” Bucky stood up.

“What’d he do?”

“Nothing,” with that Bucky left.

Steve sat there on his bed conflicted. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. All he knows is that you’re a beautiful girl and Steve wants nothing more than to show you; he knows you'd be more than willing to let him have his way with you. But on the contrary, you are too young. There are tons of guys who would be so lucky to call you theirs; and they’re your age.

Then again, Steve can’t even imagine another man putting his hands on you. They’d never be able to pleasure you like he could. Ugh, but you called him an old man! Fuck this, Steve thought, I’m taking a nap.

You sat in your room busying yourself with facts about the war. You cried about the horrid things that happened, terrified that people that live in the world. You were even more shocked that Bucky and Steve lived through that.

You glanced at the clock noticing the many hours that had passed you. It was sundown which usually meant Wanda was going to come by any minute-

“What do you want for dinner?” There she is.

“Uh, I’m not sure. Haven't had much time to think about it,” you said lifting your laptop.

“Did Steve come?”

“I don’t know but he came pretty close,” you said snarkily. When he left about 5 minutes after you had to change your panties because you couldn’t focus on the report with arousal dripping out of you.

“What the hell does that mean?” Wanda sat on your bed. You told what happened when Steve came by, how innocent everything seemed until it wasn’t. Wanda was rolling on your bed in laughter, snorting at your frustration.

“Wandaaa,” you whined.

“Sorry, sorry. But I’m confused,” she cooled down.

“What’s there to be confused about; Steve Rogers is a fucking tease,” you grunted.

“I thought this is what you want. He clearly seems to like you back,” she said.

“I don’t know it’s just-”

“Just what?”

“It’s not exactly clear whether he likes me or just wants some young, fresh meat. He didn’t say he liked me back.”

“Did you say you liked him in the first place?”

“No.” Wanda sighed at your answer. Were you overreacting?

“Y/n, I’ve known Steve for a long time and he’s not that kinda guy.”

“People change.”

“Y/n-”

“I just wish it stayed like a little stupid crush, because then I wouldn’t have to worry about my heart getting broken like that; worrying whether it’s real or not. Pining hurts so good, it’s comfortable.”

“Well, on a lighter note, how’s the report?” Wanda changed the subject so you wouldn’t feel bad anymore.

“I’m almost done, I think I’m gonna skip out on dinner. I’m really close to finishing,” you told her.

“Want me to bring you a plate?” she asked.

“Yes, please.”

Everyone sat at the table eating silently. Sam held an ice pack to his face because Bucky accidentally threw a rock at him; seriously it was an accident. Bucky threw the rock at his groin but Sam tripped back and the rock landed on his face. There are no hard feelings though, Sam said he was gonna get him and now Bucky’s arm is disabled and limp.

Steve stared at the seat across from him, it was the seat you always took next to Wanda. You weren’t here for dinner and he was wondering if it had something to do with him. Did he make you uncomfortable enough that you never want to see him?

“She’s finishing her report,” Wanda said, her voice echoing in Steve’s head.

“Ooh what’s the gossip?” Nat said humorously seeing as Wanda’s eyes glowed red as did Steve’s.

“Nothing,” Steve mumbled.

“He was wondering where Y/n was?” Wanda said making Steve shoot daggers at her.

“You miss your little girlfriend?” Sam joked.

“Shut it,” Steve growled.

“She never misses dinner. Where the brat?” Tony asked.

“She has a history report for a college class and she told me she was almost done and that she was gonna skip dinner,” Wanda explained.

No more questions were asked and everyone ate in peace. Small talk and laughter was exchanged appropriately but Steve couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you lied to Wanda to get out of dinner. What if you hate him now? What if you were creeped out by him now? Fuck.

“Steve your plate?” Wanda asked him.

“Oh sorry, I’m finished. Thank you,” he handed her the plate of picked food.

“Y/n, asked me if I could bring her a plate when we were finished.”

Steve simply looked puzzled at her.

“Take this. And don’t break her heart,” she said handing him your plate.

“I would never,” he said.

“Don’t tell me, tell her.”

Steve walked hesitantly up to your room. He knocked careful not to disturb you. He heard you shout, giving him access to your room and he found you laying on your stomach typing away on your laptop while cartoons played lowly on the TV.

“I brought your dinner,” he said softly.

“Thank you! Ugh, I’m starving but I swear I have like two sentences.”

He smiled and placed your food on your bedside before sitting on the bed with you. He watched your face carefully memorizing the smallest things about you that he’s never really noticed before. He noticed the dryness of your lips because you bit them whenever you were immensely focused just as now.

He admired the small creases between your eyebrows and the way you scrunched your nose. Your hair was a little crazy and he noticed you had changed since he’d last been with you. He thinks he knows why that is and if it was true, he felt a sense of pride almost. Imagine if he really got to touch the way he wants. How ruined you would be.

“Steve?” you asked.

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

“Are you ok?” you smiled awkwardly.

“Oh uh, yeah. I’m ok.”

You ate quietly, eyes trained on the TV and Steve felt out of place. He went to stand up but you placed your food down and called after him.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I didn’t think you wanted me here anymore,” he said softly.

“But, but you said to come find you when I finish my report. You’re already here,” you said shyly.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think-”

“I was a good girl and finished,” you said innocently biting your lip.

“Y/n,” Steve sighed.

“What?” Oh no, you guessed it. He doesn’t actually like you and he's just messing with you.

“Hey look at me,” Steve grabbed your chin softly. You didn’t want to but you ultimately did.

“I want nothing more than to reward you for being a good girl but I can’t,” he said sadly.

“It's because I’m too young, isn’t it,” you whined.

“I can’t do that to you. You have your whole life ahead of you, sweetheart. An old man like me shouldn’t keep you back like this,” he said.

“You’re not keeping anywhere, I’m an Avenger just like you. I don’t have anybody else. I’m only going to college because Tony’s paying for it and I took this stupid histroy class because I wanted to know more about what life was like for you. Because I like you,” you said.

“Y/n, you can have anyone and you’re choosing me?” he chuckled.

“Yes, guys my age don’t even know where the clit is!” you shouted exasperated.

“Show them,” he said stupidly.

“Ah, yes. Because a twenty-two year old college frat boy is gonna wanna listen to you tell him how to have sex,” you said squinting your eyes, making Steve chuckle.

“I don’t want a guy my age, I want you.”

Steve cupped your face softly and you leaned into his hand with a childish pout. Steve smiled at you and your pout turned into a smile too.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, babygirl,” he sighed, pushing you down to lay on the bed.

“Not if you die from a stroke first old man,” you cracked.

Steve wrapped his large hand around your neck bringing his face dangerously close yours.

“Smart mouth, and to think I was about to reward you.”

His voice gave you chills and you audibly whimpered under him. Steve pressed his leg between your thighs and your body shudder feeling his muscular thigh firmly pressed against your core.

“Fuck,” your voice shook.

“Does that feel good?” he asked mockingly, he knows what he’s doing.

“Yes, Stevie,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, you sound sweet whimpering and shaking under me. Almost feel kinda bad.”

His hand squeezed a bit harder and your body melted into the bed. He leaned down and kissed for the first time. Your eyes opened wide before fluttering closed again wallowing in his kiss. Your hand moved from his forearm to his face cupping it gently and your lips moved against his impeccably.

His lips faltered and trailed down your throat, his hand pulling your hair gently to move your head back to give him more room. He nipped and bit at your throat hungrily before soothing his marks with his tongue. His hands sneaked up your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin under your breasts. He could feel the chills that rose all over your skin and he chuckled darkly in your ear.

“Is this ok?” he asked softly tugging the waistband of your shorts.

“Yes, please,” you moaned.

Steve pulled them down little by little pressing kisses to every new part of exposed skin. He littered your hip bones and thighs with light bruises and bites. You were practically dripping in arousal, toes curling under themselves anticipating Steve’s next move.

He stood up at the edge of the bed keeping his eyes trained on yours, slowly unbuckling his belt. He pulled his pants down showing off his very impressive length. He gripped with his hand pumping it softly. He grabbed your ankle with his other hand and pulled you close to the edge of the bed.

“Lay on your stomach, babygirl,” Steve directed.

You eagerly flipped over, pushing your ass up to the air. Steve smiled at your ambition and gently rubbed your cheeks you put up for him. He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up with you.

“Fuck, you gonna be my good girl?” he asked seductively.

“Yeah, fuck. Stevie, fuck me good,” you moaned.

“Open up those pretty legs for me, will ya?” Steve smirked. You spread your legs wider and arched your back more. When Steve finally pushed past your entrance, you felt so full.

“You gotta breathe baby,” Steve soothed.

“Sorry, you’re just… so big,” you whimpered.

“I know baby but you're taking my cock so well, you're being such a good fucking girl.”

“Steve!” you squeaked.

Steve snapped his hips in and out of you rapidly and you couldn’t help the high-pitched moans that escaped your mouth. Steve gripped your hips harshly, forming littles red and purple marks on your hip bones that you’ll have to admire tomorrow morning.

You gasped and moaned at the feeling of Steve’s cock driving into you and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Stevie, I’m gonna come! Fuck, I can’t hold it. Please daddy let me come!”

“Come on pretty baby, come for daddy. Make a mess all over my cock like a good girl,” he groaned above you.

Your body trembled and your arms fell forward as you nearly screamed Steve’s name in pure ecstasy. You breathed heavily but Steve wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled his still ever hard dick out of you momentarily to rid his shirt. He walked to the side of the bed and sat comfortably with his back against the headboard.

“Come here baby girl. I know you’re tired but I think you pull one more for me, yeah?” his voice was silky.

You whimpered and tried your best to sit up all the way, crawling desperately over to Steve. He kissed you softly before slowly pulling the hem of your shirt over your head to expose your breasts fully to him.

“Fuck, you are just too beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, his voice raspy making your body shudder above him.

His hands roamed your body; smoothing over your ribs, your hips to your thighs, back to hips against pulling you impossibly closer to him. His lips again just as before nipped and pecked the skin along your neck and collarbones and you could resist the small whimpers you made.

“Steve,” you moaned.

“I got ya, baby. I’m right here.”

You looked into his lust blown eyes before kissing him messily. Your age divulges your experience but Steve couldn't care less. You lifted your hips for him and he lined himself once again to your entrance.

Your arousal made it easier this time around and you were able to fully bask in the feeling and pleasure from Steve’s length. You hastily moved your hips around, back and forth, the position completely new to you. You felt erotic and confident and Steve’s kisses and praises did nothing but egg you on.

“You're doing so good, my love. God, you keep clenching me like that and I’m gonna blow,” he moaned.

“Please, Stevie. I want to make you feel good,” you encouraged.

“You already are, don’t even worry about that,” he smirked.

Your hands gripped at his shoulders hard, nails digging into his pale skin. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis and soon enough you felt another orgasm approaching quickly. As you grew tired, Steve’s hands went to your cheeks and aided you in moving back and forth.

Your arms gave out again and you fell against Steve's torso still thrusting your hips back and forth with his help. The pressure built rapidly in your lower stomach and you couldn’t hold it again.

“Steve,” you moaned.

“I know, just hold on, please. I wanna come with you; I’m almost there,” he gasped.

You held back as long as you but soon enough your body shook against Steve, desperate to release everything you have in you. In an attempt to distract yourself momentarily, you treated Steve the same by nipping and kissing the skin of his neck and shoulder. Your hands combing into his hair, tugging on his short blonde hair.

“Ok, go ahead babygirl,” he grunted, “Fuck!”

“Ugh, Steve!” you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into his shoulder. Ecstasy waved over you and you feel euphoric. Your body trembled from intensity and Steve whispered soft praises in your ear. His words soothed you and your eyes felt heavy. Steve tracing little patterns on the small of your back did not help your tired case.

“I gotta clean you up, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“No, stay with me, please,” you whined.

“I promise I’ll be back,” he chuckled.

“Hm,” you huffed.

You slowly rolled off of Steve and he practically ran to your bathroom emerging with a warm wet towel in hand. You laid limply on the bed, your breathing slowly returning to normal. Steve kissed your stomach and hips softly as he cleaned between your thighs gently. He went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up as well.

“Come back,” you whined, making him chuckle.

“Yay,” you cheered softly when he did.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”

“Mh-hm,” you nodded tiredly.

“I freaking love you,” you said, hiking your leg over to lay on top of him again. You nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck.

“You do?”

“Yeah.” There was a slight moment of pause.

“Do you love me?” your voice crack and tears brimmed your eyes.

“I shouldn’t…” he started. His heart nearly broke when you looked up at him with teary eyes; afraid he would say he didn’t and you fell in love just to get your heart broken.

“But I do,” he finally said.

“Thanks,” you sniffled, making Steve smile.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too, old man.”

The next morning, Steve slipped out of bed while you were still asleep, you looked so beautiful and peaceful. It took everything in him not to just crawl back into bed with you but Steve had a couple things to do and it was already past eight. He promised to himself that he was gonna come back before you wake up.

So he softly closed the door before immediately running around the compound filing paperwork, directing agents and trainees, meeting with Nick Fury, and lastly making breakfast for you and him. Wanda, Bucky, and Sam all sat at the counter eating bowls of cereal watching Steve frantically run around the kitchen making breakfast.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky spoke up.

“I’m making breakfast,” Steve momentarily stopped to say.

“Ok, but why are you freaking out like that? You’re running around like a crazy person.”

“I have to make it before-” Steve stopped himself. He didn't know whether or not he should say anything, whether you were comfortable with others knowing yet.

“What did you do?” Wanda said, smiling like an idiot.

“Nothing, I’m just really hungry and I need to make breakfast before I starve,” he said.

“Really?” Bucky said.

“Yeah.”

“Where’s Y/n?”

“She’s aslee-” Steve stopped himself again.

The three at the counter bursted into a fit of laughter at Steve’s slip up and he just simply rolled his eyes before finally plating the food and running upstairs. Not without flipping the three still laughing off.

He slowly opened the door finding you still asleep in bed. He smiled at your beautiful form illuminated by the golden rays of the sun peeking through the curtains. He placed the food on your table before sitting on the bed, his hands softly running up and down your side to slowly wake you.

Your eyes fluttered open and upon seeing Steve’s gorgeous face you smiled.

“Good morning, old man,” you grinned cheekily.

“When are you let that go?” he shook his head.

“Never,” you winked.

“I brought you food, pretty girl.”

“Thank you,” you sat up covering yourself. You ate the food he made for you and made grabby hands for him to cuddle you. He laughed before crawling back into bed with you. You made a face though before he got fully under the covers and he gave a puzzled look.

“What?”

“Why are you all dressed?”

“I had a couple things to do this morning and then I made you breakfast. I couldn’t walk around in my birthday suit,” he laughed.

“Hm, fine. I’ll give you a pass,” you said making him chuckle, “Can you at least take your shirt off again?”

He smiled cheekily before getting up and taking his shirt and pants off leaving him in his boxers. You cheered making him laugh even harder before he dived into bed cuddling you extra close. His strong arms wrapping safely around you and his legs entangling themselves with yours.

You kissed him one last time before grabbing your TV remote and turning on the TV to watch cartoons.

“You know sometimes you really are a kid,” Steve snickered.

“Yeah grandpa? What about this,” you fluffed his beard that specks of grey hairs.

“Do I need to show my old man moves again?” he smirked.

“Yeah, I think you oughta,” you winked before Steve threw the covers kissing your stomach all the way to your core. You gotta admit, the old man’s got some moves.

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