a list of works by me, organised by character. please read warnings before engaging with content! and thank you for reading my work <3
Bucky Barnes
what are we doing?
warnings: fluff
summary: you and bucky should be planning for your wedding. is that what you both want, though?
thanks for breakfast
warnings: explicit smut, 18+ MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE. oral (f receiving), fingering, kinda somnophilia?
summary: Bucky wants his favourite breakfast.
wake up call
warnings: explicit smut, 18+ MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE. oral (m receiving), fingering, kinda somnophilia?
summary: Bucky can work well as an alarm clock.
good night
warnings: explicit smut, 18+ MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE. somnophilia, unprotected vaginal sex, groping. dubcon as reader has consented to sex but obvs is not awake.
summary: Bucky just wants a good night sleep
surprise!
warnings: pregnancy, fluff
summary: an unexpected surprise could ruin everything.
Steve Rogers
Valentine’s Day with Steve Rogers
warnings: implied smut, fluff
summary: you’ve been working hard, and Steve has a surprise for you.
treat you right
warnings: explicit smut. 18+ MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE. cheating, mild agnst and fluff, oral (f recieveing), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, mild size kink, dirty talk
summary: after finding your boyfriend in bed with two other girls, Steve shows you just how a woman should be treated.
period pains
warnings: period pains.
summary: your period comes full force, and Steve gets hit with the brunt of it.
Brock Rumlow
couldn’t help myself
warnings: explicit smut. 18+ MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE. fingering, choking, vaginal sex, spanking, mild dirty talk, cum talk, mild voyeur kink.
summary: Brock just loved the way that stealth suit looked on you. just a shame you both were at work.
anniversary
warnings: explicit smut. 18+ MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE. oral (f receiving), choking, breast/nipple play, spanking, orgasm denial, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it up Please), hair pulling
summary: you think Brock forgot your anniversary. he doesn’t appreciate your attitude.
toys
warnings: explicit smut. 18+ MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, mild exhibitionism, unprotected vaginal sex, spanking
summary: Brock’s been gone too long and you’re feeling too needy. shame you got your timing just wrong.
Summary: You and Nick love a good round of foreplay.
Author’s Note: Well, here we are. I saw the movie this weekend and can’t stop thinking about him. If you haven’t seen the movie there aren’t any real spoilers here, mabye a bit of dialogue pulled (few words) and definitely some inspiration from a scene or two but nothing about plot, however, if you want to know NOTHING then wait to read! Thank you all so much for reading and much love always!❤️❤️❤️ Hoping to write more for Nick soon. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thanks so much love 🥰
Warnings: some action/fighting violence, light gun and knife play, dirty talk, fingering, smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit to my sweet friend @rainbowkisses31 thank you bunches🥰
The moment the cool metal hits your skin your body shivers, the reaction one you can’t control even if you tried.
“Happy to see me again sweetheart?” he simpers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“What took you so long Nick?”
His arm slides around your waist and he presses his chest against your back, trailing the gun down your cheek. He slips it under your chin and tilts your head back, turning it slightly so he can look you in the eyes, his own gleaming with the satisfaction of victory.
“You’re hard to find these days,” he says. “But not that hard when I’m the one looking.”
You try to jerk you chin away but he holds you in place with the gun, his grip on your waist tightening. His breath caresses the shell of your ear and you soften in his arms.
Synopsis: Tutoring lessons are meant for studying, well maybe not always.
Warnings: smut, dirty talk, praise kink, p in v, hair pulling(once)
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“Peter…please.” You whined out from the feeling. You definitely didn’t plan to be putty in your tutor’s hands. Let alone have him relentlessly pound into you right where you were both supposed to be studying. But here you are now. “You’re doing so good. You feel amazing, baby.” He breathed out into your neck before leaving kisses all over. You couldn’t deny though that this was a dream come true. You always had a thing for him even though you were in denial about it. But when you were assigned a tutor and found out it was Peter you found yourself getting dolled up before his arrival every session. Now that you were being fucked into the oblivion you questioned it was worth it.
“I-I’m close, Peter” You felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach rapidly. “Hold it in.” His thrusts become more consistent and animalistic. You weren't the only one who had been waiting for this day. Peter, himself was infatuated by you. You were just too oblivious to notice it. So when he was asked to tutor you he did not hesitate to say yes. He cursed you everyday for wearing skirts everyday to school and to each session. Now that skirt is somewhere on the floor ruined after he literally ripped it apart. “God, don’t stop” You moaned as you threw your head back in pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. As if he wasn’t practically on top of you.
“So fucking beautiful” You blushed at his comment and hid your face in his neck. He tangled his hand in your hair pulling you back up. “Don’t hide your pretty face from me” You nodded frantically before he pulled you in for a kiss. Your hands held onto his biceps for support. “Cum for me.” You bucked your hips creating even more friction until you both released. You both gasped trying to catch your breaths.
“Should we get back to studying?” You questioned not quite sure what to do after what just went down. “We could or we could…” He trails off as his eyes made their way to your bed before bringing them back to your face. You smirked at him as he picked you up. Will you both ever tell each other your feelings towards each other? Maybe after multiple “study sessions” it’ll come out. Hopefully.
Warnings: intense language, slightly degrading language, smut (p in v), fingering, slightly dub-con (powerplay), hate sex/hate fucking, slight choking mention/breathplay mention, pretty much shameless PWP at this point, 18+, minors DNI.
A/N: Ok so I saw the cameo and honestly, sans beanie, Cevans looks hot. Like hot. I dunno how well this'll be perceived but I saw the gifs and my eyes went straight to the ring clad hands and I was like 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 (this is more of me lusting over his hands than being a fangirl of like 60 seconds of screentime. Cameo Evans strikes again ig🙄) Anywayyyy, I hope you enjoy! (You'll probably not lolol) This is just me being extra horny on main, so yep. Have fun!!!!
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You humphed in irritation, as you stood in the Starbucks line for the umpteenth time. Your boss/pain-in-the-ass dictator changed his coffee order for the HUNDREDTH time this week, and he expected you to keep a track of all these changes. The barista looked at you, surprise registering in her eyes as she saw you again.
"I've never seen anyone love coffee as much as you." She said with a slight smile.
You gave her a wry grin. "It's for my boss. He has...varying tastes." You muttered, trying and failing to keep the distaste out of your voice.
She gave a knowing smile, noting down your order. "I guess we all have one to deal with in our life.", As she cast a glance towards a man, seemingly her manager, who was barking orders at a teenager who looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him up. You'll get used to it, kid. You thought to yourself, your mind briefly going to your own boss. Well, not technically your boss, just a part of your work. But a very significant and annoying part. Ugh. Better suck it up and get on with it.
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"I asked you to get a coffee from Starbucks, not grow coffee and grind it yourself." You heard him drawl from behind you. Cringing, you turn to him to hand him his weird beverage.
"There was a long queue at the coffee shop, I tried to hurry but-"
"I didn't ask for an explanation, sweetheart. Be better prepared next time."
You bristled, biting back your retort. You'd learnt a hard lesson that one time you sassed him and he made you stand outside the vanity van, in the freezing cold, with just a thin jacket as protection. You shuddered, remembering that terrible time, acting as a retardant to your ire.
"Will do. Is there anything else you want?" You asked through clenched teeth.
"Nothing for now sweets, but stick around cuz i'm sure to need something or the other in this shitty place."
You exited the trailer, heaving a huge sigh of release as you walked to catering. Just a few more weeks. A few more weeks, and you could quit this job brought to you straight from hell.
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You were on set the next day, watching him act his scene with his co-star. It was a romantic scene, with the leads getting hot and heavy before being interrupted by the girl's mother.
You saw him get into character, professing his live and affection for his love with an impassioned speech. You snorted. Fancy Devin believing in love. The word 'manwhore' in the dictionary probably had his face next to it.
As you watched the scene unfold, you couldn't help but admire his skills. Begrudgingly, you had to admit that he was a good actor. You watched on as he moved closer to the actress, pulling her to him by her waist. You didn't even realise when your thighs clenched, watching the erotic scene unfold. He kissed her like there was no tomorrow, lips moving over hers softly, yet with a ferocity that had your breath hitching. His lips moved to the column of her neck, his hands grazing her breasts gently. Briefly, you wondered how sex with him would be like. It would be explosive, you were sure. Those hands of his, rings adorning his fingers...you would be lying if you said they weren't a bit of a turn on. If only he weren't such a Grade A asshole. You might've even asked him out.
"Cut! Great shot!" The director boomed, the set buzzing with activity after the shot was finished.
You jumped at the sudden interruption, thankful for it to break you out of your wayward thoughts. Your eyes met Devin's, his mouth slowly quirking up in a salacious grin. You gulped, hoping he hadn't gotten the impression that you were blatantly daydreaming about him. The last thing you needed was him being even more inappropriate around you.
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Clearing out his trailer, you were thankful that he wasn't in there, especially after that weird moment. You prayed that he would stay out till you finished, because working with him would be unnerving, to say the least. Irritating, more like it, you smiled wryly. Two weeks, two weeks. And then you would be free.
"You certainly seem happy for someone who's been slacking off during work hours."
Fuck your luck. It really wasn't on your side. You couldn't take it anymore.
"I've done everything you've asked me to do, even clean your trailer. I don't see how that's called slacking off." Not that you would know what hard work is, you muttered under your breath, hoping he wouldn't hear, what with his nose buried in his phone.
You looked up to see his blue eyes flashing, not leaving yours. Taking a few steps towards you, he stood in front of you, close enough to hear your shallowest of breaths. He was too close.
"I heard that, sweetheart. I think you seem to be under the misconception that you can talk to me like that. I'm your boss, and talk like that? I can make sure that you don't fucking get hired in a 7/11, let alone a fucking movie set. Got that?"
You bristled, his high-handedness causing your temper to flare. Enough was enough. This wasn't worth it. Nothing was worth it.
"I would rather work for the Devil than work for you any more. Not that there's much of a difference; the Devil would probably treat me better than you, with more benefits and a bit of respect!" You snarled, your voice raising with each moment passing.
His eyes flashed dangerously as he walked towards you, you backing away from him till you felt the wall hit your back. You tried moving away, but his hands caged you, his face an inch away from yours.
"Let. Me. Go." You muttered, gritting your teeth.
"Why'd you take up this job if you hate me this much, hmm?" He held your chin with his thumb and forefinger, bringing your eyes to his. They were darker, not flashing with anger but rather something else; something stronger.
"I don't have a rich dad; I actually have to work to pay my bills!" You seethed, as you jerked your head away, out of his grip, trying to move away. It was of no use, he stayed in the same position as before. No amount of money would make you stay with an narcissistic asshole like him.
"All that struggling, sweetheart; when we all know that a few hours ago, you were making eyes at me, practically begging me to fuck you."
Your eyes widened, whipping your head to his. Oh shit. He figured it out.
Gulping, you retorted, "You really need to get your head out of your ass. Not every woman wants to sleep with you. I was observing the scene, doing my job."
"Didn't know your job entailed ogling me, sweets." Moving closer, he touched his nose to yours, thumb grazing your lips.
Your lidded eyes and shallow breaths were not doing a very good job of masking your dislike for him. "In your dreams, Devin. I hate you."
You felt before you saw his right hand on your throat, the cool rings on his fingers a stark contrast to your heated skin. His touch was electric as he slightly increased his pressure, causing you to shudder against him. He saw the reaction and smirked, his lips mere centimeters from yours.
"Right back at ya, sweets." He muttered before his lips crashed on yours, a squeak escaping from your mouth as you tried to push away. You tried to avoid him, but your body won over. You wanted him. But you hated him.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss till there was no space left. You went feral, trying to pour your anger and hatred into that one kiss, biting his lower lip till you were sure you left a mark. He pulled back, grinning wolfishly. "Savage, little minx." He kissed you again, your tongues meeting and intertwining, as he pushed his thigh between your legs, your core brushing up against his jean clad leg ever so slightly.
His hands trailed down your body, squeezing your breasts along the way. You gasped as his fingers molded your puckered nub as he bit down softly through the thin cotton. You groaned, your hands moving to hold onto his head. You were falling under his spell quicker than you anticipated. You wanted to stop this before it became real, but couldn't bring yourself to rid yourself of the delicious feelings he was currently evoking.
Those goddamned hands, the ones you'd found yourself staring at on more than one occasion, wondering how they would feel against your skin; were now making their way into your pants.
The rings he wore felt cool; cool enough to calm the burn you felt at your core. A fire that only he could douse. He pushed aside your panties, his fingers making their way to your core. You moaned as you felt him make his way through your folds, the cool metal stroking your engorged nub. He groaned as he felt you wet and wanting, mirroring how he was feeling, his pants getting tighter and tighter by the minute.
"So ready for me, sweetheart, so. fucking. wet. All that hate, all that fight is all for show, isn't it? You need my cock, don't you?" He asked, his voice scratchy with arousal. You pursed your lips, not willing to admit it. If the bulge in his pants was any indication, he needed you as much as you needed him at that moment. Probably even more. Reaching forward, you grasped his bulge through his pants, stroking him. He growled, pushing his erection into your hand. You stroked him more, increasing your tempo as he pushed himself further into your hold. You could feel him nearing his peak, which is when you pulled away your hand; leaving him hanging.
"Remind me again, who needs who?" You replied saucily, running a thumb over his gorgeous, plump bottom lip.
He growled, pulling your pants down in one sudden move as he buried himself to the hilt inside your wet heat. You gasped, grabbing his biceps as you both relished the feeling of being one.
He waited a moment before pulling out, only to thrust back in again, his cock hitting spots which you'd only read about before. You panted as he thrust into you, his rhythm unfaltering and punishing. Your leg hitched onto his hip, he pulled you down on his cock with a force that knocked the breath out of you, his lips mashing against yours with an intensity which matched his thrusts. Grabbing onto his hair, you tried to match his pace as you felt yourself getting closer to your peak; which he must've picked up on.
Pulling out, he spun you around and bent you over the desk in the vanity, pulling your pants off in one move. Leaving a smack on each exposed cheek, he ran his fingers over your puffy lips, swirling the wetness around as he dipped his fingers inside your intrepid heat. You moaned gutturally, the rings feeling heavenly against your walls. Pulling out his fingers, you heard him taste you as he smacked his lips.
"God, this pussy is fuckin' delicious, minx."
You heard him drop his pants, his thighs snug against yours as he ran his cock over your lips, before pushing inside again. This time, he didn't give you time to adjust; rather began where he left off. His hands gripped your hips tightly, as he dropped his weight on you, pinning you to the table. You couldn't escape the pleasure; it was weaving and bobbing through every crevice of your body. It was almost too intense, your feet on tiptoes as you tried wiggling away from him before the sensations got too intense. But it was of no use; it only served as an impetus for him to go harder and deeper.
"All this show of hate and pride, minx; when we coulda' fucked like this for the whole of the shoot."
"This pretty pussy, was made for me." He growled through clenched teeth.
Your wails were increasing in volume with each thrust, to the point where people could probably hear: but you didn't care. All you cared about was how you were hurtling towards your peak, your legs nearly losing sensation with how you were clenching. His hand moved from your hip to your shoulder, changing his angle so that he was now hitting your front wall square on. You screamed as you reached your peak, rather explosively, the burn and tingle moving through your veins and your body potent. Your walls clenched around him, grasping him tightly as he groaned, nearing his climax too. With a shout, he came inside you, his hot spend filling you up. He stayed inside as he dropped his head between your shoulders, you both trying to catch your breath.
You suddenly remembered where you where, mildly panicking about the situation. It was pretty stupid of you to do something like this on set, especially when anyone could just walk in.
Pushing yourself up, you pushed him off as you pulled on your underwear and pants, cringing at how wet you were. You could feel his spend drip onto your panties, a reminder of exactly how much you'd fucked up. You were about to walk out of the vanity when you felt his hand grab your wrist.
You turned around and faced him, bemused. The last thing you needed was him gloating about this, let alone facing him or making eye contact.
"Leaving so soon, minx? I thought you would've been jumping with joy, now that you've finally gotten what you wanted."
You raised your eyebrow at that, your irritation setting in at his cocky tone.
"Oh enough with that good girl act. You've been trying to fuck me since you took this job. Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted, you lucky minx." He grinned, with ill concealed mirth.
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. "Like I said, get your head out of your ass. You wanted this more than I did, evidently, what with you jumping me. Face it, this is the first time someone's actually refused your advances, and the great Devin and his ego couldn't handle that. So you did the next best thing- rather, the only thing you could do. Whore yourself out."
He pursed his lips, clearly trying to rein in his anger as he watched you leave the vanity, banging the door on the way out. He couldn't let you get away with talking to him like this, thinking that you had the upper hand. As he allowed himself to cool down, a plan formed in his head.
He would make you pay.
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You reached home after an exhausting and quite frankly, emotionally draining day. But you thanked your lucky stars that in two weeks, you would be free. Free from the clutches of the Devil. To celebrate your freedom and your victory, you opened a good bottle of wine, planning to order Chinese, unwind a bit.
Your phone rang, it was Dinah, your department head.
"Hey, sorry to disturb you, it was kinda important."
"Sure, what's up?"
"Well as you know, we have our night-shoots coming up. I know you said that you weren't too keen on night shifts but it's kind of an emergency. Derek has a family emergency and can't report to work on time, and I need all hands on deck."
You sighed. Night shifts were the worst, but they picked up more money, sometimes double. And you could really use the extra money.
"What do I need to do?"
"Well, for starters, we have night shoots and also some re-shoots now, so your contract will be extended for another two weeks."
You nearly dropped your wine bottle. Another two weeks?!
"Umm...can't we-"
"Oh and also, Devin has asked you to be his PA for the time being. Apparently he was really impressed with your efficiency, and has personally requested for you."
The other shoe dropped as you realised: this was his doing. You bet all the money in your account that Derek had no family emergency.
"Isn't there someone else who can take my place with Devin? I mean, the costume department really needs a lot of help and-"
"I talked to Steph and she says that she can get someone to replace you, no biggie. So I'll see you next week, at 7PM. Byee!"
You made your way to the couch wearily, inwardly screaming at your bad luck. Deep down, you knew it was punishment. And that your victory was shortlived. Because apparently, Devin Peters always won.
Fucking jackass. Well, you would have to find a way to repay him for his generosity. And you hoped it would teach him a lesson. Smirking, you took a swig of your wine.
This should be fun.
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Lmaooo the ending was not my best, but oh well. It is what it is, ig. Hope y'all liked it, happy holidays!!
Since it’s pretty much canon, how about one where reader has never been with an uncut man before…. 👀 and is not sure how to handle Henry’s big, thick and uncut cracken
Summary: It’s your first time with Henry and your first time being with an uncut man.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (no description of ethnicity or body type)
Words: 859
Warning: 18+, Minors DNI. RPF, fluff to smut to fluff, graphic descriptions, sexual content, erotic romance, vaginal penetration, cockwarming, soft dom vibe. Read on your own account.
*No permission is given to repost, translate or copy my work or parts of it.*
A/N: Many thanks to my precious friend @agniavateira for beta'ing the story and always supporting me. Let’s say we’d like to think it’s canon. :) Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 💖
Silky Iron
Henry’s fingers locked around your chin, his thumb gently tugging and toying with your bottom lip. You weren’t a virgin, yet you had that pure coyness about you that he seemed fond of, especially as you knelt in front of him with a sheen of innocence glazing your eyes.
Your fellow chambermaids have often spoken about their experiences in the dark haired prince of Asgard’s sheets, but when you finally meet Loki in that way, it isn’t what you expected
fingering. 18+. reader is a virgin in this fic. enjoy!
Read the second part to this fic, ‘Harsh’ here.
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It happens differently than you thought it would.
It begins with a simple proposition; a brush of Loki’s fingertips on your hip in the long hallways of the palace. He catches your eye as well, his glinting with excitement. It makes your stomach jump in anticipation.
The maids you’re walking with notice. Asta in particular seems the most interested. She is, after all, Prince Loki’s latest conquest.
“How will he make me feel?” You ask her later in the kitchens. Your hands smell of meat as you scrub the pots and pans from tonight’s feast. Night is approaching, and you know you’re expected at Loki’s door soon.
“Full,” Asta answers. “His fingers alone were more filling than any cock.” You flinch, the language she uses uncomfortable to you. The maids knew of your inexperience. You weren’t privy to conversations like this.
“He leaned me over a table in the library,” Brenna says from across the kitchen. “The one by the staircase. I still get dizzy when I think about it.” She’s smiling at the memory. Smirking, more like.
“Oh,” you answer. You wonder if Brenna was left with splinters.
“You ought to go now,” Asta advises you. “You don’t have to know Loki intimately to remember he is lacking in patience.”
summary┃being a teacher means you encounter many dilf’s.
pairing┃dilf!bucky x f!teacher!reader
word count┃4,094 words
warnings┃undefined age-gap [bucky is older], mention of cheating [reader’s ex], mention of anxiety + nervousness, pet-names [sweetheart & plum], THERE IS NO DADDY KINK [but the word is used/mentioned], sexual tension, food mention [pizza], metal arm kink, praise kink, size kink, ruined kink, crying kink [dacryphilia], car sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral [bucky goes down on reader], hair pulling kink [for bucky], edging, lots of teasing — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
notes┃who doesn’t love a dilf?? dividers by @firefly-graphics <<3
Series warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Slightly more than my previous A/B/O series. Sorta love triangle. Kinda but not really. Arranged marriage. Smut 18+. Be cool, kids. I’ll add more as I go but for now I think that’s it.
Word Count: 4074
Squared Filled: Free Space
A/N: Another one for @star-spangled-bingo 2021! Finally posting the first chapter. It is sort of modern AU but some typical royalty/medieval aspects are still there because it is loosely based on Tristian & Isolde. I am adding a few medieval accepts but it’s set in modern times. I don’t know, okay? Just go with it. It will also be a little more A/B/O traditional because of that. As always my beautiful beta @moonbeambucky looked this over for me. If you like it write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me. I am no longer doing taglists.
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The southern beaches were different from the northern shores Bucky grew up near. The sand was softer, silkier, if that made any sense at all. Less shells, too, and if you picked the right spot the water was so clear you could straight to the bottom like it was made outta glass somethin’. There was a different feel to them altogether. It left you with a warm, excited feeling. Something deep in you buzzing with the possibilities of what the waves would bring in each time they crashed against your feet. When George told Bucky to take the summer to get his head on straight, Bucky knew the exact place he wanted to go— Juno Beach. The last time he was here, he was just a little boy. That was back before everything went to shit; before his grandfather died, before his father took over the throne and before he became next in line to be king and clan alpha. A lot of things changed that winter and none of them have been in Bucky’s favor.
Summary: Steve has a few good reasons to get up this early, all of them revolve around the pretty new waitress that just started at his favorite diner.
Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x shy reader
Word count: 1.6 K
Warnings: Misogynism, Implied violence, language, 18+ only, Protective Steve
A/n: Cut/behind the scene snippet from the upcoming Biker Steve one shot. @star-spangled-bingo fill: Coffee Shop Au
As always likes, comments and reblogs are welcome. Do not copy, repost, rewrite or translate my work (even if you give me credit.)
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There are a few things that will get Steve out of bed this early on a Sunday morning. When he was a kid, it used to be his Ma dragging him to an early church service, later as an scrawny young man it was his commanding officer waking him before the sun rose.
Until a few months ago he would only get up for Ms. Martha’s coffee and her custom made omelets, the ones that she’ll only make on Sunday mornings.
She’s very strict about her schedule.
You get to her diner after 11:45 on the dot and you’re getting regular coffee and whatever daily special the cook scrawls on the chalkboard behind the register.
No exceptions.
Even for bikers who’s butts she may have accidently pinched every now and then.
Now he has one more reason to crawl out of his warm bed and hike down to the diner across from his shop.
You.
The pretty new waitress with captivating eyes and alluring smile. Your sweet, timid smile is enough to make him wake up before his alarm has the chance to sound.
He’s thinking about you as he pulls into the parking spot reserved for him. He searches for you through the large glass windows in the diner’s front, he can’t see you but he knows you’re working today.
“Steve!”
He startles, his fist drawn back at the sudden noise. Bucky steps back, balling up his leather clad hands, “you wanna go? I’m ready.” he laughs, throwing a playful jab at the blonde.
Steve lowers his hand with a sheepish grin. “Sorry Buck. Didn’t hear you.”
“Yeah, I know been calling your dumbass for five minutes.” He tosses back as he opens the door, the small bell chiming above his head. “C’mon, I’m hungry and I want to get back to my girl.”
Any other time, Steve would have rolled his eyes and shot off some snarky remark about him being pussy whipped.
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