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tarjapearce · 9 months

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PLEASE MORE RANCHERO MIGUEL

👀👀 of course.

Inspired by farevalee9s on insta fanart of Cowboy Miguel 🤭

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The first time Miguel arrived to your family's farm, you were borderline intimidated by his sheer size. You had seen tall people before, but never someone like him.

Your father was in dire need of someone that would take care of his horses and do some maintenance around the farm. Agustín, a horse that seemed a lost cause, was the one that concerned your dad the most. He was a bit aggressive with the other horses, Joaquín Y Luis. He was kept in a different location. The farm was a mess.

Not tolerating a bit ounce of further embarrassment, your mother looked up for people, even put you to post adds through, but none of them actually met the requirements, until a friend of your dad brought him.

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"Buenos días, señorita" (Morning, ma'am)

He'd always greet you with a tip of his hat. Unlike your parents, a bit stuck up people, devoted believers and servers of faith, and always speaking the necessary, you were kind to him. Polite and respectful.

You'd bring him cold fresh lemonade after he was done with his training session with Agustín. The sun would hide your embarrassment, since you couldn't help but give subtle glances at his naked torso.

He'd always train the horse, without much on him. Pants, belt, boots and hat. He'd always accept the lemonade with a small smirk and a grateful heart.

"You made it?" You nodded and smiled sheepishly.

"Best thing I've ever tasted." He'd mumble while staring intensely at you.

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"Could you teach me how to ride?"

His eyebrows would rise in surprise

"H-Horses, I mean." He'd chuckle and nodded.

"Lo que quieras, guapa ." (Anything for you, gorgeous.)

Sure, you wanted to ride horses, what would the point of having them would be if you couldn't ride them? But in truth, You just wanted to be closer to him. Something that earned you a bit more than you had actually bargained for.

He'd take you by your waist and help you get on Luis, like you weighed nothing. His skin irradiating with heat, calloused hands held you firmly, you could feel his thumb taking a taste of your soft skin. His tongue wetted his lips upon his eyes trailing your form.

Sun blazing on your skin, rosy cheeks, a sweet look that could disarm anyone, gorgeous body. You were such a sweet little thing. Just like the cherries you'd eat in the porch. He stared at your lips, as you dexterously peeled the cherry from it's flesh with your tongue.

He needed to have you.

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Of course your mother had seen the not too subtle looks you gave eachother.

He'd always greet you with a knowing smile, and you'd be a flustered mess after. Sometimes your head would hurt by the many times your mother would swat your head with whatever she was choosing to read. Your dad was busy with Church.

Oh, the church.

He didn't seem like a strong believer, neither did you, but respected the business enough to be almost every Sunday in church. Just to see you all dolled up and pretty.

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You'd kiss eachother breathless in the barn behind some stacked up hay. You just tasted as sweet as he had imagined. Your first kiss.

You had to be on your tip toes to wrap your arms around him and pulling him down to deepen the kiss as his hands finally were able to touch you and savour you

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Your mother was growing suspicious of your sudden absentminded behavior, so she had settled you up a date, and made sure for him to know. Even had the nerve to ask him to have the horses ready.

You had apologized to him, but he seemed unbothered by everything. It kinda bummed you to see him a bit indifferent to the situation. But once you left, he'd glare holes at your mother's window.

"No te dejes montar de nadie, ok? " (Don't let anyone to ride you)

Agustín would just flare and pat the ground. As if understanding him.

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Every date your mother had arranged to you, ended up in the same scenario. Your dates on the floor, being chased by Agustín or the other horses.

"I don't know what that wicked man has done to the horses. None wants to come here anymore if he isn't around!"

To your mother's mortify, you were turning older enough to start your own family. But you didn't want none of that. No. At least you'd have some time away before she started to getting you on the dating scene again, to get you a husband.

They had a sudden trip to see other properties out of town. You were left alone with Miguel, He'd throw you over his shoulder like nothing, after kissing the daylights out of you and took you inside his place in the barn. Your cherry was popped that night.

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Ever since then, every time your parents left, you'd be holed up in your room with him, kissing, making love and talking.

You had corrupted him somehow, always wanting to touch and be near around you, and always wanting to put a baby inside.

"Funny you think I'd let you marry some other guy. Tú eres mía, y eso no se discute." (You're mine, and that's not up to discussion.)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #t writes✨#Miguel Ranchero #Drabble

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zafirosreverie · 6 months

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Change the future part 3

part 1

a/n: Still on hiatus, just wanted to post something on the triplets' birthday

a/n2: I don’t even know what ship is this about anymore

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"At some point you're going to have to talk to her about this"

"But that won’t be today, Pepa"

Julieta said as she continued to cook, deliberately ignoring the way her pulse raced and her nerves stood on edge. She didn't even need to turn around to know that her sister was rolling her eyes as she leaned against the door frame. She knew the redhead was right, but she didn't have the will or the courage to face this thing she had been running from for weeks and only one thought lived rent free in her mind.

Y/N’s back.

Her head was spinning just remembering the moment she saw you again. You were thinner, you had more gray hair, and a couple of new wrinkles around your eyes, but you were still her Y/N, warm, simple, and unbelievably beautiful.

She didn't like to admit that she probably would have thrown herself into your arms without thinking if it weren't for Isabela, who had been faster than her. Things hadn’t been easy for her and her two remaining daughters, so the moment they saw you appear over the hill, the three of them had run out of the house not caring that the rest of the family looked at them in confusion.

Isabela didn't even bother to slow her run before she crashed into the open arms you offered her and your joyous laughter made her stomach feel weird, as if thousands of butterflies woke up inside her. You had shared many things in your letters during all those years, and for that time, Julieta allowed herself to think that it was enough, but the universe showed her how wrong she was when, having you in front of her once more, her heart seemed to cry happy tears, as if a piece of her had finally come back to complete her puzzle.

She didn't have time to think about it though, not when her precious Mirabel, now so big and beautiful, lunged at her, hiding her face in her neck, crying and telling her how much she had missed her. It took her brain a moment to recognize that the young woman in her arms was, in fact, her youngest daughter, her baby, but once that settled in her mind, it was like all the weight of the world was finally lifted from her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, mija" she whispered, not even bothering to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Mirabel had smiled waterily at her, whispering a soft thank you and saying again how much she had missed her. The girl dulled in her mother’s scent for a while, just trying to find the comfort she needed when she left so many years ago, and sighed happily before gasping and pulling away from her to run to the person behind her.

"Tía Pepa!!"

The brunette barely had a few seconds to laugh at the way her daughter was scooped up by the redhead before she herself was tackled by two familiarly strange and warm bodies.

"Tía Juli, look! I'm almost as tall as you!"

"Tía, tía, tía, I already know how to cook! And look! I cut my hair!"

"We brought you presents!"

"But mine are better because I love you more"

"Not true! I love her more!"

"No, I love her more!"

Julieta only managed to laugh softly while Joaquín and María clung to each of her arms and fought for her attention; they had five years of conversations to catch up with her after all. It really felt like time hadn't passed, even though your children were no longer the little babies she saw leaving that night. And then there was you.

You, who had smiled at her with complicity from your own tangle of hugs with Luisa and Isabela, you, who had been her rock, her pillar, and her cane even when you were so far away. You, who were stirring her entire being with your mere presence. You, who had approached her, hugged her when your children still held her arms hostage. You, who had whispered in her ear that little confession that haunted her dreams.

"I was dying to see you again, Eta...I missed you so much"

At that time, she had simply wriggled out of your children's grasp and returned the gesture, trying not to get lost on your warmth (even if she really wanted to cry), having you there was a huge relief, and all the stress and anxiety that had been eating at her insides for years was finally beginning to dissipate, her usually tormented mind was quickly being filled with a single thought: you were here.

"I missed you too" she managed to say, looking into your eyes with a small smile

"Yes, yes, will you get out of here please? There are people who also want to greet Y/N”

Julieta blinked a bit as her sister pulled her away from you and she didn't miss the way you looked at her half amused and half confused before returning Pepa's tight hug. She couldn't blame you, her sister had never been as close to you as she was, but she supposed that after everything that had happened since you left, the redhead's conception of you had changed. Well, at least you knew you had both of your sisters-in-law on your side.

“It's good to see you again, Pepa” you said as you separated “You haven't aged a bit…you don't even have gray hair! I need to know your secret"

"Oh, Y/N" she laughed "it's good to have you back"

"Her secret is to annoy me so that I’m the one getting gray hair and not her'' Julieta joked, crossing her arms.

You looked between the sisters while Pepa rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the brunette, a gesture that the older triplet returned. Your mind struggled to catch up on it all, because you really couldn't remember the last time you'd seen them tease each other so openly, it was pretty cute.

The rest of the meeting was pretty adorable too. Joaquín and María used Félix as a climbing pole, while the man just laughed, Luisa and Isabela told you as much as they could, asking you questions while you tried to pay attention to both of them. Julieta thought that her daughter would ask about Agustín, or that she would be upset with her for their divorce, but Mirabel was quick to give her a hug and assure her that she didn't blame her or cared about him.

The brunette didn't have to wonder much where her youngest daughter was learning to handle the situation, because at that moment you intervened, gently squeezing the girl's shoulder.

"He couldn't bear to lose a daughter so he abandoned the other two? Math ain mathin" you said.

Julieta had just smiled gratefully at you as you winked at her, and for a moment everything felt good, like things were really starting to go back to normal, the way they should be. And then…then you saw Bruno.

The moment your eyes locked on the man hiding behind his mother would never leave her mind. Your eyes, which had been filled with warmth and kindness to everyone, turned cold and filled with a deep sadness that you desperately tried to disguise as disgust. And yet, she couldn't even pretend that she felt bad for her brother.

"Y/N" the man greeted awkwardly, forcing a guilty smile "...you look good."

"Bruno" you answered dryly

The air was charged with an intense tension that everyone could feel in their bones, as if it could be cut with a knife, or as if one wrong move could shatter such a surreal scene into a thousand pieces.

"It's good to see you again"

"I wish I could say the same"

Julieta felt in her own chest the dagger that you were burying on Bruno, who at least had the decency to look at the ground with remorse, but she knew you better.

It wasn't that you wanted to be cruel to the man you had loved more than life, but precisely that love you had for him had hurt you too much, it had destroyed you and it had hurt your children too. You were only trying to protect the hearts you had worked so hard to repair.

"What are you doing here?" Alma asked, looking at you with hate

"I came to see my family" you answered with the most neutral voice you could, but your hands were shaking

"This is no longer your family"

"Mom-" the older triplet tried to intervene.

"You shut up!" The older woman yelled, making everyone jump "Wasn't it enough for you to help this damn woman break the family?! Now you welcome her back with open arms?! After she stole my grandchildren?! Your own daughter?!"

"I didn't steal anyone! They are my children" you defended yourself.

You really didn't want to cause a scene, especially with all the children present, and because more than once you had to comfort Mirabel after waking up to the recurring nightmare involving her grandmother yelling at her. But that woman drove you mad with extreme ease.

"They would have been better here!" Alma replied "Away from your wicked hands. They belonged here, they wanted to stay here!"

"That's not true! My children wanted to go with me!"

"You had no right! They are Bruno's children!"

"He abandoned them!" Julieta yelled, making everyone look at her.

She could feel her heart racing, blood pooling in her cheeks, and a single look at her brother told her that she had finished erasing the faint ghost of what had once been her relationship with him, but she didn't care.

She couldn't care, not when she could see out of the corner of her eye how Mirabel was hiding behind you, how Isabela tried her best to appear calm but her hands moved as if she could still command an army of plants to defend her sisters.

Not when she could see Pepa and Felix trying to create a weak barrier with their bodies between their children and Alma, when Dolores hugged Camilo as if he was a little child in the hope that no one would hurt her brother again.

And especially not when she could feel your own fear, sadness, and despair as Joaquín and María clung to her own sides, suddenly terrified of who had once been a loving grandmother to them. Everything was wrong, everything was damaged beyond repair, there was nothing left for her to break, but she still had a family, a broken one, but a family nonetheless and she had to protect them, no matter from whom.

"How dare you talk about your brother like that?" Alma whispered dangerously "how dare you when you allowed your daughter to be kidnapped?!" that seemed to wake you up.

"Bruno left without saying anything, without caring about us, Julieta just protected us, all of us" you said, placing a hand on your sister-in-law's shoulder.

You didn't know if it was a bad choice of words or action, perhaps both, but you could see the moment when your mother-in-law's eyes flashed with an intense fire fueled by hatred and resentment. You barely managed to see her hand in the air and by intuition you closed your eyes, waiting for the blow.

"Don't you ever dare-"

But it never came.

"IT'S ENOUGH!"

You opened your eyes to see Julieta holding Alma's hand firmly, preventing it from getting to you. Julieta, the golden daughter of the Madrigal family, the sweetest and most loving woman you'd ever meet, defying the woman who once commanded respect with her mere presence. Although, was it really respect? Or was it fear? You thought that, deep down, it was the latter.

It really was a surreal scene, as if everything was frozen around you. But a voice in the back of your mind told you that it shouldn't surprise you so much, after all, this was also the woman who had made one of the most difficult decisions of her life in order to protect her daughter, the one who had broken blood ties in order to keep the rest of her family safe, the one who, no matter how much it hurt her to be separated from her brother and mother, still got up every day for the others’ sake.

No, it definitely shouldn't surprise you that if anyone had the strength to face Alma and everything that entailed, it was precisely the one who was once the brightest star in the family constellation.

Julieta Madrigal was many things, beautiful, brave, strong, maternal, affectionate and loyal, but she also hid a wolf inside her, one that was already fed up with seeing how her pack was threatened. She was ready to get the fangs out, and you were beginning to see why the rest had trusted her to be the head of the family.

"You insolent-"

"I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!" the brunette growled, still holding her mother's hand "I've been patient with you, mother, but not anymore."

You could hear a couple of gasps behind you, and you weren't too surprised when Pepa approached you like a scared little girl while Mirabel hugged her. If you didn't know that the miracle was gone, you would think that the icy wind that enveloped you was your sister-in-law’s fault.

"Let go, Julieta-"

"I'm not going to let you talk like that to Y/N" she replied, you could see that she was squeezing the older woman's hand tightly, and from Alma's expression, it was obvious that it hurt, but it seemed like no one could move as you witnessed "the next time you raise your hand to her, me, or anyone in this family, it will be the last time you have a family"

That was a sentence that you yourself could feel in your bones. There was absolutely no trace of compassion or kindness in the older triplet's voice, nor did it leave any doubt that she would keep her word. It was a perfect ultimatum, one that even Alma seemed to understand, because she didn't utter a word as her daughter released her and walked back to the house.

The rest of you looked at each other for a few seconds before Pepa, with Mirabel still in her arms, went after her sister, causing the rest to follow her, including your children, who passed by Bruno without even looking at him, and ran to reach the hands of their favorite aunt. Your mother-in-law just muttered something about going with the Guzmáns and she walked away, disappearing into the night.

Only you and Bruno were left, both looking at each other with surprise, doubt and a little fear. Your eyes seemed to ask a thousand questions but neither of you understood what they were. In the end, you simply sighed and lightly hugged the man who, you must have reminded yourself, was still your husband.

"This wasn't how I expected tonight to go" you confessed lightly.

"It was something that was destined to happen" he whispered "if this didn't explode before it was only because Juli always had the patience of a saint... but I guess everything has a limit"

"I'm so sorry" you said to yourself, guilt beginning to rise in you "if I hadn't-"

"Don't, it wasn't because of you" he smiled a little "...things have been tense between them since before I even met you."

"Really?" you frowned "but...it seemed like she was the favorite daughter"

"She was the closest to the perfect doll mom had in mind" he corrected you "And it only got worse when we turned 5"

"When you got the gifts?"

"Yes" he sighed and looked at his hands "Pepa and I suffered a lot for our gifts, but we always knew that Julieta had it worse"

"Why?"

"Because she's the one who looks the most like dad" he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "If she hadn't been born a woman, I assure you, she would be his living portrait"

You thought about it for a moment. You had seen Pedro Madrigal's portrait many times, and although you had never paid much attention to physical details, you had always believed that he radiated a warmth that you only knew from his eldest daughter. It made sense that Alma would have seen the ghost of her late husband in her, and at that moment, something clicked on you.

"And Julieta's gift allowed her to help the community like no one else could" you looked him in the eye "Despite the exhaustion and fatigue, she was always ready to help others... like your father"

"That's right" he agreed.

"But...her gift made her absorb others’ pain" you continued, with the pieces falling into place in your mind quickly "she was in constant suffering...Alma made her reenact Pedro's sacrifice every day"

"And Pepa and I couldn't do anything"

You looked at Bruno for a moment. Despite being the youngest, he looked terribly tired, his eyes swam in deep sadness, his hands trembled and he looked incredibly fragile. Your heart forgot all about anger and disappointment, and was quickly filled with the same affection you had felt for him the first time you met him, a tender and childish love, pure and sincere. He was a brother who felt guilty for not protecting his sister.

"You love her" you said, it wasn't a question.

"As you don't have an idea" he answered anyway "when I came back, it was her arms that I wanted to feel, not mom's" he admitted "but she was furious with me, and with good reason. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left you or the children, I shouldn't have allowed mom to treat Mirabel like that...I should have done things differently...but that doesn't matter now"

You looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder so that he looked at you. He seemed so lost, like a kid who has broken something and didn't know how to apologize to mom. Yes, there were too many things that maybe he could have done differently, you too. But that no longer mattered, time was not going to come back and all you could do was start walking towards the best option you had now, and you both knew that that option had a name.

"Have you tried talking to her?" you asked softly

"Mom is always by my side" he said "And I n-never have the courage to talk to her when we're alone, I…I just don't want her to hate me more"

"She doesn't hate you" you said immediately "she could never hate you... you're her baby brother, and we both know that deep down, there will always be a place in her heart for you, no matter how hard Alma tries to keep you from getting back on good terms with her."

"I feel like I've failed her too much" he murmured, looking at the ground "It doesn't matter what I do anymore, our relationship is broken beyond repair...B-but I love her, that's why I try to keep mom busy with me and leave the rest of us alone. I love her and Pepa, and-and I love our family, my nephews, my nieces, my children...and you"

Your cheeks warmed at the last words, and by the way his eyes looked everywhere but at you, you knew he hadn't expected that confession to slip out of him either, at least not at the moment. You smiled and hugged him again, trying not to let the discomfort touch you.

"Talk to her, Bruno" you said "I'm sure you can fix things...so can we" you smiled

He looked at you hopefully and slowly smiled back, walking silently beside you as you went back to the house. You both knew this wasn't a mend, that there was still too much going on between you, but at least you were headed in the right direction. After all, you'd already fallen in love with him once, who said it couldn't happen twice?

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Except that the first time you hadn't had your sister-in-law's face on your mind, nor had you had a little five-year-old nephew rock your entire world with a simple question.

You really couldn't blame the little guy. Antonio was just a child trying to catch up with the changing situation of his family, he was learning to live with some cousins and an aunt he never knew and you knew you had to be patient with his questions.

You had to admit that he was adorable, and despite Pepa's teasing, it was nice to have him behind you all day. Joaquín and María had become his best friends immediately and it was obvious that he was replacing your son as Mirabel's favorite cousin.

Speaking of your children, both of them were making a titanic effort to stay away from their grandmother, but they were spending more and more time with their father, which seemed to be the first steps towards Bruno becoming part of the "good side" of the family again, as the children liked to call it.

Your relationship with him was still in the mending process, but at least you could say you were friends again, which seemed to relieve Pepa, one less battle to fight between her siblings, you guessed.

The problem was Julieta.

She was still your favorite sister-in-law and your best friend, without a doubt, but things were starting to get weird for you when you realized that she was slowly becoming your favorite person too. You seemed unable to stop your smile every time you saw her and your heart raced when you heard her laugh.

It was a terribly familiar and terrifying feeling, because you knew that she shouldn't have that effect on you, that you shouldn't feel with her what you once felt with Bruno. And yet you couldn't stop.

As much as you tried to lie to yourself, it was obvious that you were always trying to be with her, whether it was helping her cook or just chatting with her over coffee, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be close to her. You felt bad for a while, but then you started noticing the way she would blush every time you smiled at her or how she would look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention.

You were both playing a dangerous game, but it somehow felt so…natural, like that was the only logical path for you. You didn't expect that to be confirmed by the miracle itself.

It was one afternoon when, a few days after finishing the reconstruction of Casita, you and Julieta were sitting in the kitchen, just talking, you were telling her about the first dress that Mirabel made when Camilo ran in, his eyes full of emotion and fear in equal measure.

"Tías, you have to come quickly" he told you

"What's going on?" Julieta asked, even as you both were already getting up

"You have to see it for yourself"

You and the brunette looked at each other curiously for a second before hurrying after your older nephew. The rest of the family was already there and you only had to look in the same direction to understand the commotion. The candle was back.

Well, not exactly. The candle itself was there, but it was out. Still, you knew what that could mean for your family, you knew what they could get back if they managed to make it shine again. The question was, how?

"Mom, you have to take it" Mirabel said excitedly

"What?"

"Think about it Juli" Pepa agreed "you're the new head of the family, you should be the one to protect the candle now... right?"

"I… I guess"

Julieta looked at you for a moment, and you could see the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, so you just smiled and nodded, hoping that was enough comfort for her. The brunette returned your smile before approaching the candle. Her hands trembled and you did not doubt that memories of when she received her gift, more than 45 years ago, passed through her mind.

You all held your breath as the older triplet's hands carefully took hold of the candle and a current passed through you. It was soft and warm, just like a tickle. You waited a moment, but nothing else happened. You could see the disappointment in the rest of the family, especially the brunette, but they all faked supportive smiles.

"Maybe we need to call-"

"No Juli, we don't need her"

You were a bit surprised by Pepa's tone, but you could understand. Alma hadn't been back since the night you returned to Encanto, taking refuge with the Guzmans ever since. It hurt a little that this distanced Dolores from Mariano, but no one could deny that everyone breathed more peace since she was gone. It didn't seem strange to you that they refused to call her now.

"It's because tía Y/N isn’t close" Antonio said suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Excuse me?" you blinked

"Abuela's candle was lit because Abuelo loved her" the boy explained.

You all looked at him like he was growing another head, but deep down, you all wanted to know the reasoning behind that little head. After all, the little ones always have the most creative solutions.

"What does that have to do with tía Y/N, Antonio?" Mirabel asked softly

"Tía Y/N loves tía Julieta" he said "the candle has to light if she's around her girlfriend, right?"

You didn't even need Dolores' gift to hear a pin drop, not when the room was deathly silent. You looked at Julieta out of the corner of your eye and you could see that her face was redder than a tomato, and you doubted that you were better. Your heart was racing like crazy, your hands were sweating and you could feel the anxiety building up in you.

How could a five-year-old boy understand better than you the forbidden feelings that had been blooming in you for your sister-in-law? Had you been too obvious? Did the others notice it too? God, you didn't even want to look at Bruno.

"Mami! mami!"

María's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at her worriedly. Your daughter just looked at you in amazement and pointed with her little hand to the place where your attention should be. You hadn't even realized that you had approached Julieta, but now you were facing each other, with the candle between you and a small flame sprouting.

“It can’t be” you heard Isabela whispering while Pepa gasped

The moment you took a step back, the small flame went out. The brunette looked at you for a second before slowly approaching you again, causing the candle to relight. It wasn't a strong, magical glow like the one it had before the whole disaster, but it was a promise that you’d get the miracle back.

Except that neither you nor Julieta wanted to think about what the miracle was asking of you, or what that meant for both of you and your respective families.

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 6 months

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Steve Kemp ✨

You by @shadeysprings

Art Collector!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

The red woods by @navybrat817

Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Meet your match by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Serial!Killer!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Kinktober ✨

Mob!Bucky's kinktober honeymoon by @writing-for-marvel

Kinktober 2023 by @lunarbuck

The witching hour by @flordeamatista

#fic rec #october fic rec #eddie munson #bucky barnes #joel miller #ari levinson #lee bodecker #andy barber #joaquin torres #steve kemp #steve rogers

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bitter-rabbitholes · 23 days

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As someone who likes the character of Elizabeth and well to some extent Cielizzy. I think something people should take into account is that they both don't know each other deeply and only have an idea of what the other is.

I think what happened from Lizzy's "betrayal" to Ciel is important. Because first he makes Ciel deal with the consequences of lying to everyone he knows. Yes he have good reasons to lie but that doesn't mean people will be any less upset with Ciel because He openly LIED to their faces and even more so considering that he used the identity of his "dead" brother.

Lizzy makes sense in feeling hurt and betrayed because first they lied to her face and played with her feelings. But it is necessary because she must finally question why she "loves" Ciel. And what meaning does her indentity and life have next to Ciel (who she really doesn't know at all) I hope Lizzy can finally decide what she wants for herself and not what she expects from her and decides to return to Ciel (or Sirius?) and maybe finally THEY CAN SPEAK THINGS WITH THE TRUTH And well, maybe Lizzy will finally decide BY OWN DECISION to love Ciel/Sirius.🩷 And as for Ciel, I'm not sure how things will be on his side, but maybe he'll finally know and understand Elizabeth, and well, who knows, maybe he'll appreciate Lizzy more. 💙

Although knowing Yana I have the feeling that this could end very badly and painfully 💔But well just my thoughts I love your content of Elizabeth and Ciel 💕hasta aquí mi reporte Joaquín 👍

YES! this is everything I find interesting about them. that Ciel and Lizzy only know an idea of each other. they both hide behind masks and rely on each other for their identity as "Ciel" and "Lizzy". they've both been using each other to play their roles, but that's what makes their bond so strong to me? because that constant devotion, even when it comes to sacrificing themselves, is their sense of love.

And the betrayal!! that's what i don't understand fandom, the betrayal was incredibly well-written! fans just place the burden of the relationship on Lizzy constantly "oh she should've just asked first, how could she not trust him?" um... why would he answer her. why would she ask him?? her not trusting him is what kicked off this arc! how could they ever be honest with each other when this whole time they've been playing pretend!

and that's what im trying to get to here, that Lizzy's just like Ciel. she placed all her pride on being a fiancee, made an identity out of it. "how could Lizzy lie? how could she not trust him?" well just like how Ciel lied! like how Ciel didn't trust her, she's mirroring him! she repaid him for how he lied to her for all 4 years in one fell swoop! people cry about her not communicating, but this was the best way for her to communicate. how it felt for all those years not to matter, the humiliation of being lied to, the betrayal.

and im looking forward to them meeting again and speaking honestly for once. i like how you pointed out, it wont be just Lizzy coming to understand Ciel (the burden still falling on her) but Ciel coming to understand her too! how tragic it'll end up, i cant say for sure, I feel like Kuro kinda lost it's edge (i know, snake and agni, but an even more prominent character needs to die before i change my mind) ...and yana does have a soft spot for Ciel and Lizzy. however it turns out, as long as the characters are giving justice im happy.

anyway thanks for enjoying my writing lol, its kinda all over the place lol, but im planning more bigger posts in the future. i hope you'll enjoy them 🤞🏽💕

#hiya!!#thanks for the ask!!#kuro #cielizzy #o!ciel #elizabeth midford #theyre being so not normal about this

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 15 days

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 11 - Can't Sleep

Hehehehehe Dimitri and Laredo time, this takes place when they're about 22-ish c: A day late but no less fun!!

TWs: talk of death and funerals, survivor's guilt, smoking, raw grief

Dimitri didn't flinch as the back door of the war mages' house opened and light spilled out around him. He took a long drag from his cigarette as Laredo silently joined him, lowering himself down to the wooden steps. "Couldn't sleep either?" Laredo asked, taking a drag when Dimitri offered.

Dimitri sighed, letting the smoke rush out into the still, summer night air. "No."

"Funeral's tomorrow." Laredo said after exhaling his own plume.

"Might skip it."

"Adriana would haunt you if you did. You know she'd be pissed at you missing her last hurrah." Laredo wasn't smiling when he laughed. "Joaquín too, he'd say that you were being a brat."

"Maybe I am." Dimitri huffed, putting the cigarette out and curling his arms around himself. "Had to hear...all of that a few days ago. They got enough of my attention."

One of Laredo's arms looped around Dimitri and pulled him tight against him.

"Plus, Valentina gets to miss it." Dimitri continued, ignoring how his own voice shook and heat began to drip down his cheeks. "Why can't I?"

"Luis says she wants to go but it'd be bad for her--" Laredo held Dimitri tighter and took a deeper breath. "Valentina isn't...she's not coming back when they let her out of the hospital. He says she can't even look at her mask or gloves anymore without--"

Dimitri shouted, voice shattering as he flung the now-empty pack of cigarettes across their backyard, into the dark. The soft tap of plastic against metal told him that it hit the obstacle course. Adriana still held the record for clearing it.

He coiled in on himself, forehead pressing to his knees as something between a wordless scream and a sob ripped from him. His fingers tangled into his hair, silky and soft and freshly bleached in town from just a day before their last mission. Joaquin always did insist on him going to his stylist.

Dimitri wanted to shave it all off. He wanted to rip it out. As he shuddered from the force of everything, he thought about how Valentina would tell him to do breathing exercises when the urge to tear and shred and sear began to get too intense. He could almost hear her voice. It felt like he was the one who'd been crushed and trapped and burned alive.

He almost wished he was.

Pressure against the back of his neck and around him said that Laredo was hugging him tighter. He felt Laredo lift him up, pulling him into his lap. Laredo's hands wound into his own as he sobbed, untangling his fingers and giving him something softer and warmer to hold.

Turning his face and uncurling, Dimitri pressed his forehead into Laredo's neck and shook harder, uncaring of if anyone could hear how he was nearly howling. Laredo did the same, tucking his face against Dimitri's shoulder and starting to soak his sleeping shirt in return. Neither one said anything.

Neither one moved, even once their tears dried up and sleep claimed them there on the porch steps.

Luis wasn't even angry when he stopped by to pick them up for the funeral. The extra ten minutes that went into covering everyone's pallor and the dark circles under their eyes went uncommented-on. The extra five that went into just holding each other in the safety of the suddenly-too-large home stayed just as unmentioned.

Luis had a flyer posted for war mage tryouts two weeks later.

MY POOR PINGLIST GOOD GOD: @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper @bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125

#whump #whumpril2024 #whumprilday11 #day 11 #can't sleep #grief whump #death #funeral talk #survivor's guilt /#smoking #good god this one is heavy #like it's HEAVY #dimitri #laredo #the leader #anyway have fun bc I sure fucking did :)

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elwenyere · 2 months

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Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by @brigitttt: thank you so much for the tag, my dear!!! This was a very fun exercise.

"By the time the other pilots at the Academy start calling him 'Iceman,' it’s already a loaded term." - Separation (Top Gun, Icemav queer 80s exploration)

"Yelena lets herself into Joaquín’s apartment in the usual way: by pocketing the key he keeps leaving her (idiotically) under the doormat and picking his lock in protest." - Vanilla (MCU, Bellores and Cap Quartet 2.0)

"Melshi had learned about machinery by becoming a part of it." - Point of Application (Star Wars, wee Melshian ficlet)

"It takes Maverick a while to notice Ice is always moving." - Bodies in Motion (Top Gun, spicy Icemav ficlet)

"Bradley comes to Jake when he wants it to hurt." - Kick the Tires and Light the Fires (Top Gun, Hangster rivals with benefits to lovers)

"Bradley remembers it the way his fingers remember a chord: by ear, like he’s an echo of someone else’s sound." - When the Time Comes (Top Gun, Hangster, but mostly my Bradley grief fic)

"Jake’s always been sharp and soft, but not in the right configuration." - Punching Out (Top Gun, part two of my Hangster field study)

"'You should take them,' Cody said – because one of them had to broach the subject, and Cody found it best in these situations to get his general on the back foot – to press his advantage before Obi-Wan could dig in too hard." - Between Two Lungs (Star Wars, Codywan, the cigarette shotgunning fic)

"The thing about having a dead father everybody liked is that everybody’s got a bigger piece of him than Bradley does." - Holding Pattern (Top Gun, part one of my Hangster field study)

"Vel Sartha was late." - Angle of Incidence (Star Wars, little Velcinta meet-cute)

Patterns: Looking at these examples, it seems clear I enjoy finding a first line that also works as a kind of thesis for the fic. And six out of the ten start with a character's name, whereas only three of them narrate a time-specific action, so that probably says something about the balance of character and plot in the way I initially conceive of a story. Also many of the fics I've posted in the past year are so, so short: please don't look at the life chaos behind the curtain.

Open tags for anyone who would like to play!!!

#my fics #first lines

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asgardwinter · 1 year

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careful.

summary | All you ever wanted was a careful Joaquín, but he always had to be the hero.

pairing | Joaquín Torres x fem!Reader

warnings | worried reader, fluff

word count | 532

author’s note | as a comeback piece i decided to just write this little blurb that has been sitting in my drafts for months! it's not some great thing but i hope you enjoy <3

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“You can’t just run towards supersoldiers to face them right away!” You shouted at Joaquín as you walked closer to him, the steps as loud as your words. “You can't just put yourself at that risk! And for what? Proving a point?”

He was leaning against a wall, lip bruised, arm filled with bandages and face decorated with small cuts you hated so much.

“Doing my job?” He said, the urge to justify his actions rising to the surface. But he also wanted to say the right words to not make you mad, to make you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” Joaquín took a step back, as if that could shield him from your anger.

“But you did.” You argued. “You did and my heart almost stopped seeing your face this swollen and the way you were down on the floor! You keep doing…”

He stops you with a kiss, a careful and gentle one to not make the bruising in his lip worse. It left you a bit more mad but at the same time it soothed the worry.

He was there by your side. Alive.

“I appreciate your worry, mi amor.” He caressed your cheek. “But I’m okay and I’m right here.”

“It just…” You breathed heavily, the frustration was clear in your face. You searched for an interesting place on the ceiling to look at, just to avoid the reminders of the occurrence. “I love you so much. So much. I don’t want to even think about losing you.”

Joaquín’s heart always raced when he heard those three words leaving your mouth, it had been months and it never got old. He kept smiling softly at you, warm hand finding the side of your cheek. “And I love you too.”

You stood there, hugging in silence.

“You need to promise me.” You said, lifting your head from his chest.

“What?” He raised his brow, one more time confused.

“Promise me you’ll take more care.” You explained. “I don’t mind you doing your work. I admire it very much, but I hate when you’re this careless! I need you here, okay? By my side.”

You laid a soft peck in his lips, looking up with pleading eyes.

“I promise, cariño. How could I say no when you do this?” He said, gesturing to your whole frame that leaned against him.

You laughed at him and left one more kiss in his lips, taking special care with the bruises on his face. Joaquín pushed you closer by your waist, kissing you a tiny bit harder.

“Since when are they together?” Bucky asked Sam at a distance, looking at the two of you curious.

“I think it’s been six months or something.” Sam answered, without looking up from what he was doing. “They really think they’re hiding it well.”

Bucky still stared at the scene, looking quite confused.

“Did you really miss that?” Sam was surprised, how did someone with that training could miss something so… obvious?

With his usual stern expression, Bucky shrugged and followed on with what he was doing.

“Just don’t mention it to the kids, let them tell you when they’re ready or something.”

Taglists:

Joaquín Torres: @1940sbuckybarnes @parkjammys @lovebyceleste @solitaszn @marisabana @luvvvjada @slytherinambitious @trickylittlewitch @mads-weasley

Everything Marvel: @writing-for-marvel @levylovegood @cinderellacauseshebroke @luluhdz93 @geyellow @artist59 @rockchicj4y @chaoticevilbakugo

#asgardwinter writes #joaquín torres x reader #joaquin torres x reader

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thatmexisaurusrex · 10 months

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Hi!! For the Summer Fling: #4 + one of them is in danger and "might" die, pretty please??

Magnificent choice, @funsized-loser! Enjoy the little fluff ficlet! 🥰

Love Confessions

| 1 | Prompts | 3 |

"Good teamwork."

Good teamwork.

Bucky had watched Sam smile at him, gave Sam a thumbs up when Sam asked if Bucky was okay, and Bucky had nodded and said, "Good teamwork."

Sam.

With the gap in his teeth. With that long sigh as he released all his tension. The quirk to his smile which meant it was real and not Sam putting up a front for the team.

Relaxed.

Happy.

Distracted, Bucky supposed now, as they smiled at each other.

Before Bucky watched a puncture through Sam that dragged Sam backward.

A grappling hook through Sam.

Bucky saw the surprise on Sam as he disappeared through the barnyard door. The gasp on Sam's face before he was gone.

Just.

Gone.

Bucky didn't hear what people were saying around him. He didn't know what he said back. Bucky's body moved on its own, on instinct as he followed.

The trail of blood out of the barn.

Good teamwork.

The signs of Sam's wing's piercing the ground, dragging along with Sam, like hoes digging small trenches for seeds.

Good teamwork.

Broken branches, torn up bushes.

Good teamwork.

Broken Redwings.

Good teamwork.

Bucky didn't remember when fist met face, but there was one of the bastards, knocked out on the ground. And another. Three more. Bucky couldn't focus. Couldn't breathe.

"James?"

Quiet.

Warbling.

Pained.

Sam.

Bucky fell to his knees, first aid like second nature. Because he prepared for this. In practice drills. In his head. Over and over just in case, needing to know this. Because Bucky already knew how to hurt things. But he wanted to know he could heal things too.

A hand.

Rough.

And shaking.

Touching his.

Bucky grabbed it as he turned to Sam. Sam fucking grinning like he didn't have a bleeding hole through him.

"Good teamwork," groaned Sam, "Though, I have to say, I wore them down. Easy pickings after how I fought them."

Bucky let out a laugh that sounded more like a bark.

Good teamwork.

"Them? They're nothing. We need better foes to see who's better at fighting," Bucky said, hearing the emotion in his voice, feeling the tears.

Sam's thumb weakly rubbed the back of Bucky's hand. The one keeping pressure on the wound.

"Knew you'd come," whispered Sam.

Soft.

Gazing at Bucky like this wasn't life or death.

"I love you," blurted Bucky, "I've always loved you."

Sam grinned.

"I know," mumbled Sam as he weakly squeezed Bucky's hand, "Love you too. And stop acting like I'm dying. It hit no vital organs. I'm going to be fine."

"Says the man who got grappling hooked," laughed Bucky.

"I've been through worse," groaned Sam.

"I know," whispered Bucky as he remembered waking up from the snap, watching Sam appear right before his eyes from dust, "But I hate it when you're hurt, okay?"

"Are you going to take care of me after the hospital?" asked Sam, his eyes deep and fond even in this state.

"You'll get all the soup you can eat from me," said Bucky, which made Sam laugh.

Then groan.

"No making me laugh right now," moaned Sam, "God. I just want to kiss you, but I'm pretty sure I'd bleed out if I tried."

Bucky leaned down and kissed Sam himself. Felt Sam relax.

"You two are - I knew it," said Joaquín, annoyingly yet thankfully interrupting the kiss as he situated Sam for the helicopter to the hospital.

"Don't be mean to the man who just got grappling hooked," groaned Sam as he kept holding onto Bucky's hand, "And you - I want you on the helicopter, James. I'm serious."

Bucky could feel Sam's hand quake. Bucky nodded, walking along with Joaquín and the EMTs to the helicopter.

"Of course. Always," said Bucky as he helped load Sam in and sat next to Sam, "Where you go, I go."

Sam nodded. Bucky kissed the back of Sam's hand. Kept holding that hand as the helicopter lifted off.

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#sambucky summer fling collection #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky ficlet #mission fic #bucky takes care of sam #hurt comfort #love confession #my ficlets

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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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♱ OVER THE MOON ♱

a/n: i haven't written for this man in awhile and i really really miss it. so don't be surprised if writing this fic inspires more after kinktober is over. also we'll just all pretend that i actually posted this on the eleventh and i'm not a week behind.

day eleven - praise kink + edging | kinktober 2022

summary: he loved you as if you were all the stars and moon in his sky, because to him…you were.

word count: 956

pairing: joaquín torres x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, fingering, edging, praise, spit kink a bit, fluff.

Music filtered from the living room to the bedroom—a soft crooning voice singing in Spanish about a love they held for someone wholeheartedly. A love that you understood; one you kept close to your heart like a well guarded secret you didn’t wish to reveal. He seemed to do the same. Always whispering to you his praises, his words of devotion that made your pulse quicken and heart beat solely for him.

A ragged breath was all you could hear as his fingers curled right where you needed them to. His lips formed a smile the second he heard you make a sound—having gone quiet after the fourth time he proceeded with his actions. For an hour you’d been spread out on the bed, your body glistening in sweat while he worked his fingers between your thighs. Bringing you right to where you needed him before pulling away.

After the third time you were begging him to let you cum and by the fourth you’d lost all ability to even form words let alone say them.

He kissed a path up your chest, thumb spreading slick along your clit until you were taking in gasps of shuddered breaths. It was a fight to remain sane—each thrust of his fingers nearly shoving you over the edge. Yet it wasn’t enough to give you that final push, not enough for you to finally feel that blissful release you were throbbing for.

“Joaquín—” His fingers curled again, ripping a moan from you. “Shit,” you sighed, your eyes shutting on their own accord as you felt the familiar tightening in your stomach.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, taking in the sight of you wanton with pleasure. “You’re doing so good for me baby,” he said, each word causing his lips to brush against yours. “So fucking pretty taking my fingers like this.”

You whined, chasing his kiss, the thrusts of fingers, anything you could get to bring you that maddening euphoria you were longing for. It was as if heaven and hell were waging war within your body. One fighting for the damning pleasure that spread through every inch of your being and the other attempting to rein in control just to hear more of his praise.

“I–I can’t—”

Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, he bit down on it gently—the tangy taste of you on his mouth from earlier now spreading along your own lips. It made your mind reel, your vision blurry with every swipe of his thumb along your clit and fingers plunging into your dripping cunt. Spit trailed down your chin as he pulled away, your lip falling from his mouth with a pop and leaving it swollen. Just the sight of his brown eyes growing even darker at the sight of you completely at his mercy made your walls clench, a pathetic moan being swallowed by his lips.

“I know you can do it querida,” he mumbled, licking up the trail of spit. “You’re so good. One more and I’ll let you cum. Can you do that for me baby?”

You preened underneath his praise, moaning into his mouth as he sped up. Shocks spread up your spine with each stroke of his fingers, the building of pressure in your stomach almost painful. But you fought against the urge to finally give in. Digging your nails into his back, you held onto the last bit of control you had, clutching it so tight you were afraid it would snap in two.

“Yes,” you managed to get out, your thighs shaking from the oversensitivity of holding out for so long. “Yes I’ll—fuck!”

A smile flashed across his face, his thumb pressing down even more on your clit and sending your head back into the pillow. You wondered if your heart actually stopped, if you were even still breathing from how tight each muscle was.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, caressing your cheek as you gasped for air. “My pretty girl. All mine.”

You nodded frantically, head spinning from the pleasure burning its way through your body. “Yours.”

“Alright baby.” Pressing a kiss to your chest, he felt the last strands of your control snap. “Cum for me.”

Crying out his name so loud it bounced off the walls, your back bowed off the bed—head digging into his pillow. He was everywhere. His warmth covering your body, scent filling your senses and words echoing in your mind. You wouldn’t have had it any other way. He was the gravity holding you down to earth and the weightlessness that carried you into the sky. Your own version of equilibrium.

He kissed along your neck, scraping his teeth against the skin as your walls contracted around his fingers that still pumped steadily into you. Words of how pretty you looked while you came, how he couldn’t wait to taste you again, were pressed into each kiss, each brush of his lips against yours. It all blended together until all that you could process, all that you felt was him.

Whimpering, you finally came back down to earth, blindly grasping for his hand to cease his movements altogether. He did so within seconds, knowing the ins and outs of your body better than you did.

“I got you,” he breathed, forehead leaning against yours. “I’ve always got you.”

It was more true than anything you’d heard in your life. More real than the fucking universe. You sunk into it like a pool of water—drowned yourself in him just as he did with you. He loved you as if you were all the stars and moon in his sky, because to him…you were.

#joaquin torres x reader #joaquín torres x you #joaquín torres x f!reader #joaquin torres smut #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres #tfatws #my writing #kinktober 2022

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bisamwilson · 10 months

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Hi! Sambucky + #6, pretty please?

thanks for the ask <3 #6: things you said under the stars and in the grass (from this list)

There's a firefly within reaching distance, so it shouldn't be any surprise to Bucky that Sam automatically reaches up towards it.

He doesn't catch it like Bucky expects him to, like Bucky'd seen him do with Cass and AJ on warm summer nights down in Delacroix, but just lets his hands hover a few inches away until it blinks off outward into the night. Sam's arms fall back down to his stomach.

"You know how a lot of people get seasick when they're lying out on a boat?" Sam asks, a tinge of melancholy in his voice that doesn't match the lazy haze of the night. He doesn't look over to see if Bucky nods, but he does anyway. "Sometimes I think I've got the opposite of that. Watching the stars from solid ground feels wrong in a way I can't really explain."

They'd been in upstate New York for entirely too long, training some of the new kids at the compound to teach them how to work as a team, along with Sam training Joaquín on some of the more advanced techniques with the wings. Bucky's even starting to feel a little homesick for Delacroix, for the allure of Sarah's living room couch, so he can't imagine how much Sam must miss it.

"I heard Cass won his little league game last night," Bucky says, knowing both that talking about his nephews tends to take Sam's mind off of things and that the reminder that Bucky texts Sarah on occasion now might be enough to playful irritate the melancholy away for a while.

Sam huffs a laugh out of his nose and turns his head to look at Bucky, his eyebrow raised. "Man, what did I tell you about talking to my sister?"

Bucky makes an exaggerated show of putting his hands behind his head and getting comfortable, keeping his gaze fixed on the sky above him. "No flirting involved, I swear," he says in a cheeky voice that implies the exact opposite. He's fully aware Sam knows any amount of flirting with Sarah is playful by now, a fun way for both of them to tease Sam considering how obvious it is to everyone around that Bucky's got it bad for Sam himself.

They haven't really crossed any lines on that front yet, even though Bucky's almost positive it's mutual, but they both know they're driving towards it at a pretty steady pace.

Sam reaches over and pushes him gently, and Bucky makes an even bigger show of lurching to the side. "Ignoring the fact that you were absolutely flirting with my sister, yeah, Cass did win his little league game last night. They're going to some kind of tournament in NOLA next week, and he spent like an hour on FaceTime with me last night telling me about all of the stuff he's planning to pack and all of the places he wants to go visit while they're already in town."

Sam smiles to himself with that soft, sweet smile that always makes Bucky's heart flutter in his chest before his grin drops just enough to notice if you're looking.

Bucky's always looking.

"He asked me if I could go watch him and I told him I'd try, but it feels like just about every day there's something new to teach the kids or some new urgent mission to fly out to. Sarah said she'd tape the whole thing for me, but it's still not the same, you know?"

Perhaps bringing up the baseball game wasn't Bucky's best move, he thinks.

Sam sighs and rolls back over on his back for just a moment before pushing himself upright and standing up, lightly brushing off his shorts. "We should probably head inside. Gettin' kinda late, and we have kids to teach tomorrow."

There's a grumpy retort about having to teach these new overpowered children on the tip of Bucky's tongue, but he holds it back and just shakes his head. "You go ahead. I'll catch up soon."

Sam's eyebrows knit together, but he doesn't press. "Night, Buck. Sleep tight."

"Night, Sammy," he replies softly, when Sam's a little too far away to hear.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket and notes the late hour, but he figures Sharon's probably still up, so he dials her number anyways.

"You know business hours don't extend till eleven PM, right, Bucky?" she asks in lieu of a hello.

He thinks about teasing her about her time running a nightclub in the midst of a stolen art selling operation that definitely stayed open past normal business hours, but he decides against it. "Hey, Sharon? Any way that Sam could get this weekend off? Cass has a baseball game."

She hums. "You willing to tag in if the world catches fire?"

Bucky looks off in the direction that Sam had walked off in. "For Sam? Always."

#i am from the south so i say lightning bugs instead of fireflies by the way #but bucky is not so firefly it is no matter how much it pained me to write it #anyways here's a bit of homesick sam and bucky takes care of sam for your wednesday #thanks for the ask!!#sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #otp: i’m coming with you #onlysambucky #only sambucky #buckysam #sam wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sam wilson #winterfalcon #mak writes #ask #funsized-loser #marvel

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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you got me thinking how delicious ranchero Miguel is ((and he is 🐺)) going back again to him literally training without a shirt…showing the aftermath of your night’s intimacy on his skin and I mean scratch marks on both his arms and back….👁️👁️

Tell me he won’t show that off to tease you 😭

Oh he would. 👀

He would wake up at crisp five am, his room although in the barn, would be properly conditioned with everything he needed. The least your parents could do was to give him a proper place since his job in the farm the first few weeks convinced them enough to stay.

Miguel slicked his hair back, removing the front bangs from his face as he looked in the mirror. He smirked at the scratches on his arms, his torso, and when he turned around, he saw some more littering the top of his back.

The sudden memory of him being buried womb-deep in you, made the hairs on his arms to rise. They were his battle scars, and of course would flaunt them off. He took a shower, got ready and got himself to work.

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The blazing sun of mid day, made him remove his shirt. Sweat rolled down his back, the ripples of his muscle contracting and expanding as he shoveled Agustín food in his container.

The horse took a bit of work to manage, almost throwing him out the saddle at first, but slowly, Miguel earned his trust. It was the only time your father had actually acted out of his stuck up and despective persona to congratulate him. He had gotten Agustín as a gift from another farmer. Your father was a well known man in the community.

Miguel then moved to groom him. Soft bristle brushes, a bit of oils for the horse hair, multiple vitamin caplets and of course a new pair of shoes for Agustín front legs. He had taken a like to the horse, even had developed a distinct call just for him.

Another helper under his tutoring approached him with fresh hay for Luis, your horse, he couldn't help but notice the marks on his skin.

"Had a good night, boss?"

He chuckled and prepare the colt's bottle of milk.

"Este chamaco..." (This kid...) he'd mumble.

"I mean, if the Mrs. saw you like that she'd be horrified."

"Cuando no." (As usual) He tittered at the thought, that just evolved into an idea.

"Get Joaquín more hay, if he still refuses to eat, tell the upper boss." He threw Agustín's saddle over his shoulder and prepared him for another training session.

By this hour you and your mother would be awake and enjoying a bit of a brunch in the porch. After grooming and treating Agustín, he put the saddle on him, and rode him to stretch his legs. To his not surprise your mother was there, rambling about how some of your friends looked like they had already had intercourses.

The word made you giggle and you just earned another swat with her rolled newspaper.

He adored your laugh, before your mother could shoo him away, he tipped his hat and made a blow kissing gesture your way. You couldn't help but beam bashfully at him. The scratches of your previous night made your legs to cross in instinct. His torso bounced softly with every gallop Agustín did.

"How shameless. Parading his... unholy doings before us."

"It's awfully hot, mom. Might as well swimm a bit on the pool."

"Still, we have rules in this house, (Name)." She huffed and you rolled your eyes.

"I don't know how your father can allow him do such... things under our home! What would people say if they saw a tramp walking out from the bsrn! Oh Jesus Lord forbids it. We would be the talk of town. He should take in consideration your father's job as a head of the church."

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After a few hours of hearing your mother's rambling and she taking her usual evening stroll with her friends, you'd sneak out in the barn, and hug him from behind.

"You made my mom flustered and angry" You giggled as he spun you around and kissed you deeply.

"Was she pissed?"

"Oh very. Called you inmoral." He smirked and bit your bottom lip, your hands raked on his head, putting his hat on your head.

"Then, I love to do inmoral things to you, chula." You giggled as he made you straddle his lap, kissing you deeper.

"That makes us two"

"Is she out?" You nodded and smirked with a teasing grind.

"Wanna do unholy things in the meantime?" He whispered in your ear with a tempting smile. Of course you'd do. Always.

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Sex outside the bedroom - Bucky Barnes Bingo U3

AN: A bit of a two for one for me today, as this ticks off a Kinktober fill and @buckybarnesbingo fill. Enjoy some horny SamBucky.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson

CW: Leather kink, Frotting, Clothed Sex, post-mission Plane sex, needy Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes dirty talk, Joaquín is done with this shit.

Word count: 1k

That jacket.

That damn jacket.

With its stupid single sleeve, and it’s figure hugging tightness.

The way the leather was soft and supple from wear, and smelt uniquely of Bucky.

The way that when Bucky donned it, he changed. Stopped being Bucky and started being Sgt Barnes.

Gruff. Commanding. So goddamn hot!

It really wasn’t fair, thought Sam.

He wanted to hate the damn thing, but he didn’t. Couldn’t. Because it made Bucky even more irresistible than normal.

Case in point, they’d just finished a mission. Joaquín was in the cockpit of the jet, piloting them home, and despite his sternest pep talk to himself, Sam hadn’t been able to make more than 5 mins after take off before striding over to where Bucky was sitting, mentally and physically recovering from their fight, and straddling his lap and kissing the grumpy off his face.

It was definitely the fault of the damn leather jacket, and not the adrenaline coursing through his body. Nor the near constant state of arousal that Bucky kept Sam in just by existing. With his eminently strokable chestnut hair, that was just long enough to tug on. With his crystal clear blue eyes that always reminded Sam of their home together in Louisiana. With his pink and pouty lips that just begged to be kissed, over and over…

“Woah, Sammy! You okay?”

“Wha?”

Sam was dazed when Bucky broke the kiss, far sooner than Sam had anticipated.

“I appreciate a good make-out session as much as the next guy, but just checking in.”

Sam’s eyes flashed, dark with desire and buried his head into the crook of Bucky’s neck, smelling him, smelling the leather of his jacket.

“Shut up, Barnes. I’m enjoying myself.”

Sam felt, as well as heard, Bucky’s rumbling chuckle. He also felt Bucky spreading his legs a bit more as he relaxed against the bench in the jet, which had the effect of making Sam’s body press harder up against him, their groins rubbing together through their tactical gear.

Sam moaned at the delicious friction. He’d stop in a minute. Honest.

He just needed to feel. Needed to be connected to Bucky, in this moment.

When Bucky brought his hands down to grasp Sam’s ass through his suit, he moaned again, trailing his mouth back up Bucky’s neck, to rejoin their lips.

“It’s not fair, you know,” Sam muttered between kisses.

“What’s not fair?”

“How disgustingly attractive you are. Don’t you know what you’re doing to me?” Bucky chuckled again and Sam bit at his lover’s lower lip. Bucky retaliated by pulling Sam’s hips harder against his own and grinding up against him.

“You love it, Sammy.”

Sam’s fingers tightened on the lapels of the gasoline blue leather, and he started to rock his hips in earnest. What had started out as an instinctive need for physical contact, post mission, had bloomed into something more. Something hotter. Needier. He knew it should wait until they got back; when they could shower and be alone and be naked. He told himself he’d stop in a minute. That he’d act more like the adult he was than the teenager he was feeling like.

“Love when you’re all needy, Sammy…”

Sam groaned when Bucky moved to his neck, sucking on the exposed flesh and sending a dart of electricity straight to his cock.

“When you can’t even think clearly cos you just want it…” Bucky stirred Sam’s hips in a circle, and Sam’s eyes rolled back.

“You can’t even wait for half an hour can you, baby? You’re making me feel hot too. Feel how hard I am for you…”

Sam knew he was a goner now. Bucky’s dirty talk was A-class. The way his voice was a partial growl. The first time he’d used it on Sam, he’d sworn his brain had stopped functioning and fully understood why Bucky had had his reputation as a lady-killer back in the day. He, they, should be more circumspect. They were superheroes, goddammit, but all that existed right now was the feelings and the heat between them.

One day they’d get in trouble - Sam just knew it - get caught in flagrante. To be honest, they’d had a couple of near misses at galas, where one of them, okay normally him, pulled the other into a bathroom or supply closet and did things that would really tank their PR profile - at least with certain demographics. Part of Sam wanted him to be ashamed of his behaviour, but another part, and the part that was currently shouting the loudest, said ‘Fuck it!’ As long as they weren’t going at it, in front of kids, everyone could just do one.

“That’s it, Captain. Ride me, sweetheart. Make yourself feel good. Such a dirty boy for me.” Bucky nipped at Sam’s jaw, dragging a desperate whine from him. What was it about Bucky that made him feel this way? So uninhibited, a slave to his desire and lust. The man was a certified devil with the face of an angel.

Sam was panting hard, gulping in air. He felt dizzy and warm, an entirely familiar pressure in his abdomen, a tightening in his balls.

“Bucky! I…”

“Shhh. It’s okay. Make a mess for me. Be my beautiful, filthy boy.”

It should have been embarrassing, cumming inside his suit, after rocking back and forth on Bucky’s lap, but Sam couldn’t find it in himself to care. There was just Bucky and the pleasure Sam was feeling. He let out a shout of ecstasy, certain that if Bucky weren’t wearing his leather jacket, he would have torn the fabric to shreds where he was holding on.

Sam drifted back down slowly, his head buried back in Bucky’s neck, the man in question running a soothing, cool hand up and down Sam’s lower back, under where the wing pack sat, still attached to Sam’s shoulders.

“Better, Sammy?”

Sam opened his eyes, sat back up and raised an eyebrow.

“Apart from the congealing cum in my suit, that’s going to be a bitch to clean?”

“Hey, you started it! Not my fault I could control myself.”

Sam looked down towards Bucky’s still tented trousers and licked his lips.

“Need some help with that, Sergeant?”

Bucky grinned back, but they were interrupted by the crackle of the intercom.

“If you two have stopped soiling the inside of my plane, I’d like to let you know we’ll be wheels down in five.”

Sam burst out laughing at the disgusted note audible in Joaquín’s voice.

That damn leather jacket…

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