this is nothing but me rambling about Pope and his autistic girlfriend!reader moments bc i couldnât stop thinking about this and bc i love him :p
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You both hate when things aren't where they're supposed to be. Which is rare since you moved in with him, and you both agreed on where things should go. But Andrew doesn't miss the way you start picking the skin of your fingers when Craig moved the things on the coffee table to set his stuff down when he had his brothers over to talk about a job. He moves it all back. Putting everything where they were but that's the last time they met for a job at your apartment.
You both don't talk really a lot and you both are perfectly fine with it. Its actually comforting. Usually people are uncomfortable by the fact that you dont talk. It's comforting to be with someone who doesn't make you feel weird or like its a bad thing you don't talk alot. The two of enjoy's the presence of each other's company sometimes that means taking other times it doesn't but it's never uncomfortable. Youre both more than okay with just sitting in silence.
You both know how the other likes food. Andrew always makes sure your food isn't touching. Or when you order a burger theres arent tomatos or pickles. There was this one night you were at Smurf's with him one night, J brought back burgers, and yours had tomatoes and pickles on it. You couldn't eat it. You didnt make a big deal of it, didn't say anything about it. But he watches as you open the bun of the burger, stare at the contents, and immediately put it back in the bag. Everyone was talking, doing their own thing, but he watched you. And how you just ate the fries, leaving the burger in the bag.
"I can take them off." He offers lowering his voice so you only you hear him.
"Hmm?"
"The pickles and the tomatoes. I can take it off the burger." He expected you to nod and hand it over. So he's caught off guard when you say no.
"The smell of the pickles stays on the burger and never really goes away and Ill still taste it." You hand him the bag with your burger in it. "Here you can have it. But I wont kiss you unless you brush you teeth after." He nods. Because that makes sense to him. And from then on, your burgers never have pickles or tomatoes on them.
He remembers when you first had a shutdown. They had been doing construction across the street all week. You never told him that loud sounds really bothered you, so he didn't think it would be an issue. But he comes into the apartment and finds you in the bathroom, the lights off, and sitting on the floor, tears falling down your cheeks. Picking the skin off your fingers.
"What's wrong?" He bends down close to you.
"I lost my headphones and I was fine but then the drilling or jack-hammering or something started and I just cant do anything! Its so loud!" You cry, sounding annoyed with yourself more than the construction. "Its stupid."
"We can get you extra headphones." You nod. He ends up taking you out the apartment for the day until after the construction crew left, getting you new headphones while youre out.
He loves how you didn't look at him weirdly or confused when he asked to color coordinate and re-organize your closet and dresser. "Yea. We can do that." That was all you said when had asked. You didnt give him any strange looks, or ask why, or think it was a freak. You just nodded and the two of you spent the next day redoing your closet.
He loves how you said what you meant. You didn't infer, allude to, or say one thing when you meant another. You were to the point, blunt and clear. "Are you my boyfriend?" You asked him one day while he was driving. You had been dating for a while, but had never been clear on what this was. If it was more casual or more serious.
"Yea."
"Okay."
And that was it he was your boyfriend. Nothing confusing about it. No questioning what this was.
"Want to have sex?" You ask him when the two of you were sitting on the couch watching a movie in the apartment. And you just asked as clearly as possible. He didnt have to assume you meant sex when you said a vague or alluding phrase.
"Like Now?" He asks raising his brows. "Now or later if youre not really in the mood. Just saying if you want to have sex I would like to have sex also. Going forward. I'm saying.... I would be comfortable with it and would like to have sex going forward."
He nods. "Okay." You nod going back to watching the movie. A few seconds of silence passes before Andrew speaks again.
"an exploratory kiss, testing the waters between them" with Luca please!
a/n: i love luca so so bad i fear s3 has giving me horrific brain rot for him baby boy iâm knocking on ur door and getting on one knee
contents: kissing, some pda, cluelessness, all my faves
"I mean... I think we're just friends, right?"
Luca takes a long swig from his cold beer pint. Using the drink as an excuse to buy himself time to think. It was some draft IPA that was just the perfect level of pretentious where he didnât look like a dick but separated himself from some domestic bottle. Something that would matter to no one except a man with his level of perception anxiety. Condensation dripping down his wrist which your eyes follow, trailing the drops as they roll down his forearm.
"Right. And would it be worth risking things between us to test out... Something more? Because I don't want to lose you just to find out weâre being a touch crazy.â
"I don't want to lose you either." You rush out after his sentence, shaking your head while resting your hands on your knees. The rough material of your jeans against your palms helping to keep you grounded.
It had been a half an hour since you and Luca passed some wonderful older woman on the street who needed directions. Luca was able to relay them by heart, though it didnât stop you from double checking on your phone to ensure you didnât send her off on a misguided path. She beamed at the two of you once she knew her way, patting Lucaâs arm and asking the question that has broken the two of you ever since. âHow long have you two been married?â
To which the two of you sputtered out a mess of words, none of which made any sense, and the older woman gave a tsk tsk tsk. âYou better propose before itâs too late. Shouldnât let such a catch get away.â The takes off on her journey. Both of you stood their with your jaws dropped before you finally started continuing on your path to the bar and trying to laugh it off.
But neither of you could let it go.
âWe could-âŠâ You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back and strengthening your resolve, âWe could kiss? That way we can feel thereâs nothing there and get it out of minds.â
Luca stares down at his beer, eyeing the way the foam is slowly dissipating and contemplating his options. âJust one kiss?â
You nod, âJust one. Lips only, no tongue, nothing crazy.â
His bodyâs turning to you, eyes filled with apprehension. Searching your face for any sign of doubt, which he doesnât find, before nodding back to you. âJust one. Weâre realize how silly this is and put it behind us.â
Lucaâs hand comes to rest on top of yours, the bar suddenly feeling so much warmer and intimate than before. Thankfully no one was paying attention to your little table tucked away in the back corner. Heâs watching your breathing, watching your expression. Catches your tongue dart out to moisten your lips and he does the same.
Heâs close enough now where you can feel the warmth rolling off his body, you can hear each steady breath he takes. âJust⊠Stop me if this is weird, yeah?â
You nod, leaning in as well until your noses brush against each other and your eyes fall closed before your lips connect against his. Theyâre slightly cold from his drink, hints of beer still on his lips. You stay connected for just a moment before you pull away, eyeing him apprehensively.
âHow was that?â
He sucks in some air, staying close to you still. âIt was, uhm, chaste. To say the least.â
Thereâs a flush on your cheeks at that.
âWell⊠I mean, We can do a real kiss if you want.â
Lucaâs eyes are on yours, his hand moving to slide up your thigh and grabs ahold of it. âWe should just make sure, yâknow? Because that told me nothing.â
Itâs a flawed plan but youâre not thinking as clearly with him this close.
Your arms wrap around his neck and you bring the two of you closer once again. Your lips finding his and you let out a soft moan as you feel his part under yours. He takes the chance to let his tongue slide against your bottom lip before slipping between your lips and into your mouth. You lace one of your hands in his hair while his free arm wraps around your waist now.
Itâs his turn to groan into the kiss. The sound causes you to press your thighs together while your tongue moves along his. Your breathing is picking up and youâre convinced he can hear just how hard your heart is beating.
He tastes sweet. The IPA mixed with vanilla from the custard he kept having to taste during service. It was addicting to say the least.
Minutes, hours, days pass by as you lose yourself in him. Eventually you hear him groan, pulling back slightly to press another kiss to your bottom lip before leaning back in his chair. Beaming at your shocked expression.
Your hand comes up, fingers resting against your lips as you chase the feeling of the kiss. Oh.
Luca has to adjust himself on the seat, chuckling at the sight of you as he tries to relax his breathing. âShe, uh, she might have known what she was talking about.â
Luca looks smug, even with his blushing cheeks, as he takes another drink of his beer. His hand never leaving your thigh.
SUMMARY: When Symone secures a coveted position as the social media manager at Noma, the renowned Michelin-starred restaurant, she is thrilled to be part of a team that pushes boundaries and captures gastronomic excellence. As Symone immerses herself in the vibrant atmosphere of Noma, she catches the eye of Luca, a talented and career-focused pastry chef within the same establishment. Luca is captivated by her presence, however, with his desire to maintain a clear boundary between work and personal life, he resists the growing attraction he feels toward her. Despite their shared passion for the culinary world, Symone and Luca find themselves entangled in a delicate dance between friendship, ambition, and unspoken desires. As the duo collaborates on various projects, from showcasing exquisite pastries to capturing behind-the-scenes glimpses of culinary artistry, they face numerous challenges that test their resolve. Amidst the intense pressures of Nomaâs demanding environment and the weight of their individual aspirations, Symone and Luca must navigate their relationship in a career-driven world, where the line between personal and professional blurs, and decisions made can shape not only oneâs heart but also their future in the industry. Â
WARNINGS: slow burn romance, drama, angst, grueling work conditions/not-so-glamorous life of the culinary world, cursing, slight age gap, sexual content. RATED M (18+)
AUTHORâS NOTE:Â So this is my first fic for FXâs The Bear. This contains spoilers from Season 2, so please donât read it if you havenât watched it. In âHoneydewâ, Luca mentions that heâs been working as a pastry chef/chef for 14 years, so he has to be in his early/mid-30s (32-34-ish?) and there will be a small age gap between him and Symone. Also, Chapters 1-3 are set a month and a half before Marcusâ stage trip in January. Please send me a DM if you want to be added to the taglist. Enjoy reading! ;)
Could I request â33.       Touch Starvedâ with Sonny Carisi đ„°?
You absolutely can my dear!
Not gonna lie, this kinda made me want to write a fic so uh, let me know if thatâs something youâd be interested in.
Touch starved Sonny has two modes that eventually seamlessly blend into one. There is Horny Mode, and Cuddly/Touchy Mode. He just wants to be as physically close to you as possible. Especially if he's been working long hours and hasn't seen you much.Â
His fingers gently linger on the small of your back as he walks by you. Stealing a moment to feel your warmth, to remind him that youâre real and youâre there.Â
He follows you around like a lost puppy. If he doesnât join you in the shower, heâs sitting on the floor crossed legged talking to you through the curtain about anything and everything that passes through his mind. As soon as you get out of the shower he pulls you into a hug. Combing your hair for you if itâs long enough.Â
His hugs last longer than you thought possible. His face buried in the crook of your neck, occasionally inhaling deeply to take in the scent that is so uniquely you. The scent that makes him feel like heâs home.Â
He steals sweet kisses throughout the day. Pulling you into him as you walk by just to attack your face with kisses. He tugs you onto his lap whenever you're on the couch, collecting you into his arms and holding you to his chest.Â
Having sex is akin to a religious experience for Sonny when heâs touch starved. He has to worship every part of you, like a pagan at the altar. Penance for all the time heâs spent away, not showing you the love you deserve. He could spend every day for the rest of his life telling you how gorgeous you are, and how much he loves you and it would never be enough.
His movements are slow and deliberate, savoring your every mewl and sigh. Tasting the desire that flows from your pores.Â
He kisses you deeply, with all the passion he can muster. Hoping with all of his heart that you can feel what he can never fully express with words.Â
He looks into your eyes as he buries himself to the hilt. Hissing at how complete he feels inside of you. Like he wasn't whole until then.Â
Heâs vocal in his pleasure whimpering under your touch. Goosebumps forming as you trace patterns on his skin and he drinks in the feeling. Tears forming in his eyes from not only the pleasure, but the realization that this is all for him. That you waited so long to see him, and now you were both showing each other it was worth the wait.Â
Everything feels desperate, like heâs working on borrowed time. So he has to make the most of every moment he has with you. Any second his phone could ring and take him away from you, from this. In the blink of an eye he could go back to the reality of his job, the quick kisses, mismatched schedules, and arriving home only to find you sleeping.Â
Heâs not quite sure how he ever survived without your touch, but Lord is he happy he has it now.Â
So we all agree that âWe donât talk about Brunoâ is a bop,
But can we talk about Camilloâs place in the song?
While Pepa recalls a memory and Dolores talks about how frustrated the family was with Brunoâs negative and or confusing visions, Camiloâs verse sounds like a folktale (beware the boogeyman, Bruno).
I think that this is due to his experience with his uncle and watching how others perceived his uncle. Pepa grew up with Bruno and probably wouldnât let the townspeople change her view of her brother. Dolores started out hesitant with her uncle, but her super hearing showed her a new perspective of Brunoâs visions confusing the adults in the family.
With Camilo being older than Mirabel, he probably got to experience interacting with Bruno a bit more, but since he was a child when he left, he grew up with horror stories from others about how his uncle was a creepy villainous man. Camilo probably internalized these exaggerated stories and created a folktale version of Bruno.
Not to make a post about Jasper but the fact that Rosalie is the one to resent Edward and Bella in the series and not him is such a missed opportunity in the story and it pisses me off. A major plot point of Eclipse should have been Jasper reacting to what happened in the first two books and the cullens should have actually had to grapple with disagreements over wanting to continue helping the couple beyond Rosalie occasionally pouting
In Midnight Sun, Edward notes at least twice that, when faced with a threat, Jasper is ready to abandon the cullens and run with Alice. Heâs not there for the family ties, he would leave them if it was a choice between them and him and Alice. The fact that Alice stays is the main reason he does when problems occur
First Edward puts them in danger by nearly killing Bella, then shows Bella his super speed, then openly tells her everything with the full belief sheâll be horrified rather than wanting to join them
Then after one day of dating her presence gets them on the radar of a dangerous hunter and Edward assumes not only that theyâll put themselves between Bella and the hunter, possibly for decades, but Jasper has to specifically be her bodyguard because of Aliceâs attachment
Then of course the birthday happens and Edward announces that the best way to handle it is for the entire family to leave, and leave now. Everyone has to drop their lives for Edward, and then once theyâve left Forks Edward goes off on his own anyway, meaning Jasper now has a depressed wife who doesnât get to hang out with her best friend anymore because Edward made them leave when he didnât even plan to stick with the family anyway
Then! Edward decides to kill himself. And he decides to do it in the most selfish way possible. In a way that tells the head of the Vampire Murder Police that the Cullens told a human about vampires and then left her alone. A way that brings their coven back into the fore of Aroâs mind, brings Alice and her powers back into Aroâs mind, meaning kidnapping at best and murder at worst. And Edward does it in a way that obviously would encourage Alice to put herself into danger by trying to save him.
Alice makes comments in New Moon that there is a very good chance sheâll be murdered and you know that former soldier Jasper would be very aware of that. So once again the one thing he cares about is in danger because Edward decided to put himself first and not consider other people, and this time Jasper canât help
And then! Luckily everyone comes back safe and Edward decides they all need to drop everything again and go back to Forks because his first fuck up caused an army that is now going after Bella and once again Edward needs them to put themselves in danger. Jasper gets no time to process Alice being alive before hearing that someone else, someone even less inclined to keep her alive, is coming to threaten her.
And on top of that, the Volturi wants Bella changed or theyâll be murdering the entire family, but Edward still says heâd rather put the family in the place of impending doom rather than do something he doesnât want to
And the first night back in Forks, hours after getting Alice back when heâd spent days dealing with not only his own fear over losing her but the entire familyâs pain over the whole situation, Bella and Edward show up and declare they need to have a meeting surrounding them and their needs. And this is when Edward announces he plans on letting them spend decades in danger rather than change Bella
Iâm no fan of Jasper for many of the same reasons as everyone else, but he had so much potential as a character in Eclipse to actually matter beyond just being Aliceâs husband. Rosalie is against Bella but what if we had someone who actually called Edward on his shit? Someone who wasnât invested in the family dynamic and doesnât care about ruffling feathers by pointing out that Edwardâs selfishness is hurting them? What would happen if Edward announced a newborn army was coming and they needed Jasperâs expertise and Jasper said âno Iâm not doing this again, Iâm not putting me and my wife into another war you started, Iâm not enabling you anymoreâ
What if Edward or Bella had to face a single social consequence for putting everyone else at risk rather than think about how their actions affect others
What if the Cullens were split between those who were fine with Edwardâs choices and those who werenât, and it actually extended beyond a single conversation and affected the plot in some way
What if Stephanie Meyer understood linear character development or how characters affect the story theyâre in beyond their use as chess pieces that do whatever she needed to move the romance plot
Summary: Your Biker boyfriend is finally home and heâs going to show you how much he missed you. With every inch he has. And youâre going to remember how much he loves you
Pairing: Beefy Biker!Bucky x reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+, fluff, public sex, exhibitionism Minors DNI Oral (f receiving) fingering, dog tag kink, desperate Bucky
A/N: Betadâ by @whisperlullaby but all mistakes are my own.Â
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âDoll, I must have been out of my mind for leaving you.âÂ
You giggle, holding the phone close to your ear. His honeyed, yet wistfully spoken words are familiar ones. Fact is Bucky has been repeating those very words to you for months now. With an ocean and a continent separating the two of you, he might as well be a world away. Ever since he left for his final tour the army, heâs been telling you how much he misses you.Â
As much as he despises it, itâs a chance to earn enough to make his dreams a reality.
His dreams were simple and revolved around you.Â
Move you out of this too small duplex into a house big enough to fill with a small army of children.
 âA few kids, â
â-one kid Bucky.â
 âdoll, doll, think about it a house full of babies, you nice and round all the time.â
âBucky no,â you laughed lifting your head off his chest, âIâm not having 8 kids,â
â Iâm just sayinâ the world needs more of you in it,â
âAre you planning on carrying some of these babies, yeah thatâs what I thought Buck- â
You still smile thinking about how eager heâs to start a family.Â
The house has to have a backyard big enough for a doghouse and a pool. He says heâs a dog person, but you know heâs going to love the cat you rescued last month. Heâs going to open a bar with a few friends and thereâs a mechanic shop two miles down the road, the owner plans on retiring in five years, itsâ going to be Buckyâs once he does.Â
Thatâs all he wants out of life. That and to be able to take you on a private vacation every year, splurge on your birthday and holidays.Â
He always says he could do with nothing as long as he has you. But he wants you to have everything.Â
Your tough biker, tattooed and surly, is putty in your hands.
Sometimes you forget how scary he can be until youâre at the mall or some random store and people are actively avoiding the two of you. Or when some guy tries to be disrespectful, and he learns very quickly, why thatâs a bad idea.Â
You love it, knowing he can and will do anything for you.Â
But you hate the idea of him leaving you, detest that heâs going to be gone for so long.Â
But when he was explaining everything he was going to be able to do-all for you- when he came back, you smiled and kept your fears inside.Â
He could tell, though. That you were scared and worried. He knows you better than you know yourself.Â
The night before he left, he packed you on the back of his bike and took you to his favorite spot. A hidden alcove outside of town, near one of the enormous parks.Â
Underneath the ink-blue sky dotted with stars, he made you sit on his bike, one leg tucked under you, the other dangling over the side, the toe of your shoe touching the dirt road.Â
âOne more,â he pleads, already taking a few more pictures while you laugh, âGod youâre beautiful, you know that doll, so beautiful.âÂ
You smile, ducking your head, his praises making you dizzy. Bucky tsks, âitâs true, doll, now lemme see those eyes,â he says. You lift your chin, face burning when he moans, clutching a hand to his chest.
He takes his jacket off, putting it around your shoulders. He keeps moving around you, taking more pictures in between new poses, telling you how gorgeous you look in his jacket, you promise to wear it everyday heâs gone.
After the last one, he tucks his phone into his pocket with a wistful smile.
Without a word, you were in his arms. Feeling the shudder go through his body, you knew he was scared too but your tough as nails, only sweet for you, burly man wouldnât admit it. Not to you. He hates that heâs the reason youâre upset, but he promises this will be the last time you feel like this.Â
Summary: She broke his heart but you're not going to let her win. Bucky deserves the best and you're going to give it to him.
Pairing: Chubby Baker!Bucky x Reader, mentions of former relationship with OFC.
Word Count: 4K
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), body shaming by OFC, language, mentions of insecurities. painful break up (not reader) bit angst, fluff. As always 18+ only.
A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my works. Comments and reblogs are welcomed. Beta'd by the lovely @deann and @makbarnes but all mistakes are my own.
A/N II: @star-spangled-bingo 2021 Squared filled: Curtain fic and @gotnofucks Body positivity challenge
"Wait till you try this. I think this is my best batch yet." Bucky promises as he pulls the tray out of the oven with his vibranium hand.
You cringe for a second before remembering that he can handle the heat.
You stretch, looking around the large bright kitchen. A fresh breeze floats through the open window carrying in notes of rain and freshly cut grass and the faint sounds of the neighbor's kids playing with their dogs.
Leaning back in your seat, you turn your gaze back to him, a faint smile on your lips as he blows on the pastries, cute little puffs he named after you.
His blue eyes shine under the soft yellow lights, an apron under the swell of his pudgy belly. He looks incredible, wearing only a pair of black boxers that stretch across the curves of his ass. His hair is pulled back into a small bun at the nape of his neck, and there's always something smeared across his cheek.
Yesterday, it had been red velvet frosting, and today, cherry.
Bucky scoops a puff on to a small white plate, grabbing a fork from the drawer. He beams, his entire face radiant as he walks towards you.
That's the look that makes your stomach twist and leaves you feeling dizzy.
Dating Bucky has been a dream. He's loving, kind and he looks at you with such love that you lose your breath just thinking about him.
According to him, you've improved his life in several ways; he swears his food tastes better now, that you somehow make his cakes perfect, his frostings sweeter, and well, he canât look at a peach without grinning like a drunk-in-love idiot.
Youâve spent many late mornings and lazy afternoons watching him patter around the kitchen, listening to him explain his baking processes while you lounge in a chair.
You donât understand half of what heâs saying, but he speaks with such passion, his hands animatedly flying in the air as he talks about chocolates, melting points, and the differences in pans.
Bucky has discovered early on that he loves to watch you eat. To be more specific, if it's his food. Only his food, if heâs being honest. He gets so nervous every time that his stomach plummets because he wants to make things for you.
Give you so many things.
Starting with your own custom-made pastry.
âHere, Peach, it just melts on your tongue,â his deep voice lowering to a near moan.
He slips the pastry into your open mouth, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip as you swallow. Oh, your eyes almost roll back in your head when the flavors explode on your taste buds. Youâve never tasted anything that wonderful.
âOh my god, Bucky,â you gasp, leaning forward for more. âI-thatâs so good! Can I have another?â
He grins, lopsided and wide, his heart thundering so hard it feels like it might fly out of his chest. Bucky will give you pastries as much as you want if you keep looking at him like that. He puts his all into his baking and the fact that you enjoy it makes him feel as if he can walk on air.
Bucky kisses your forehead as you chew, pushing away from the table, he slides on his sock-covered feet to the fridge. âWhat do you want to drink?â
âWhat do we have?â You giggle as he dances in front of the fridge, calling out options for you.
Itâs hard to believe that the carefree man in front of you is the same one that was ashamed to remove his shirt a few weeks ago.
Bucky holds your hands at your sides, fingers laced between yours as he feasts between your thighs. He promised to make you come for him at least three times and you swear itâs been double that by now. His warm, wet tongue flicking over your swollen, sensitive clit over and over, sucking and pulling it into his mouth like he canât get enough of you.
You moan incoherently, voice hoarse from begging and mewling, your legs limp around his broad shoulders. âBuc-Bucky, oh right there, Bucky,â you plead, feeling pressure build in your belly as his tongue traces patterns over you.
Bucky grinned, his face covered in your slick. He canât remember the last time he had a better meal in his life. âThatâs my girl, so sweet, need one more taste, just a little more,â he whispers before his lips wrap around your clit again. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream, back arching off the bed when he gently shakes his head, sucking so hard that you see stars.
Bucky groans actually groans deep and vulgar when you cum,and you feel it as your body explodes, waves of pleasure surging through you until youâre gushing on his beard. He eases up, nuzzling into your puffy folds as you come down from your high. Bucky looks up, his dark slate-blue eyes taking in your heaving chest, a bead of sweat rolling down your belly.
âOne more?â he says hopefully, wanting to dive back into your pussy.
Your eyes widen as you frantically shake your head. âNo. Oh no. Bucky, I canât, I really canât, Iâm not sure I can handle any more.â You laugh breathlessly, tugging one of your hands free from his tight grip. You rake your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. "Besides, Iâve been dreaming about you fucking me until I canât walk.â
A faint blush sweeps across his cheeks as he averts his eyes. âPeach,â he mumbles shyly like he just didnât spend the past hour worshiping your pussy with his mouth.
Bucky stands up, wiping a hand down his face. He stares at his glistening palm for a second, and then his pink tongue darts out, swiping across the wet surface. You wonder if heâs aware that he's moaning, your pussy throbbing at the guttural sounds.
âYouâre filthy,â you jest when he does it again. His face gets even redder as he sucks on his finger.
âYou taste better than my pies,â he retorts. âI could eat you all day, every day.â
âTomorrow, for sure, but right now I want you inside me.â
His smile drops a little when you tell him to get undressed. Heâs been dreading this moment, doing everything he can to avoid it. You scoot back on the bed, reaching out for him. Bucky looks down at his body, at his belly, his eyes narrowing, he scratches the back of his neck, telling himself he can do this.
He lifts the edge of his navy blue Henley, freezing when he hears her voice in his head. âWho would want a fatty? No one is going to love you looking like that.â Even now it stings thinking about her. Bucky glances over at you, his heartbreaking at the thought of you rejecting him.
Bucky drops his shirt and reaches for the lamp. âOne second.â He says. An unmistakable hint of sadness in his voice has you sitting up. Heâs never sounded like that before.
You tilt your head to the side, searching his face. âBucky, whatâs wrong?â
âJust gonna turn the lights off first.â The corner of his lips lifts in a weak, watery smile.
You move to your knees and grab his large hand before he can switch them off. âWhy?â
Bucky swallows, âno reason, just like the lights off, 'is all.â
Buckyâs admittedly good at a lot of things, but lying isnât one of them. He briefly meets your gentle gaze, worry and fear swimming in his beautiful clear blue eyes.
Placing your hands on his chest, you grab his chin. âBucky, look at me.â He immediately follows your soft command. âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something?â
Bucky blinks, shaking his head, almost confused at the thought that you could do anything wrong. âNo, no, youâre perfect! Itâs me. I donât wanna disappoint you.â His voice tapers off in a whisper, hearing her sharp laughter the last night they were together. âI know Iâm fat, so it would be better if we turned off the lights, that way you donât have to look at me. â
You stare at your generous, doting boyfriend. âWhy wouldnât I want to look at you?,â you question, befuddled because who on earth would jump at the chance to see a naked Bucky Barnes.
He shrugs a shoulder, his somber eyes drifting down. He grabs his belly and jiggles it. Another shrug followed by a quiet, âI look different with my clothes off.â
You crane your head back, âI love your belly, itâs perfect. Who made you feel like you have to hide it?â
Bucky sighs, rubbing his cheek into your palm. âMy ex, Moxie- â
Bucky dated her two years ago. She latched on to him when he and Steve bought the bakery, wanting to be the girlfriend of the rising baking star.
Bucky slowly gained weight as he sampled his baking and designed dessert menus for local restaurants, his joy for baking expanding each day, finally getting to see his dreams become reality.
He hadnât noticed the changes in his body until one night Moxie cruelly pointed them out.
He was getting ready for bed, eager to be with his girl after a full day of running around. He had been telling her about how another restaurant wanted his input, so excited to share his news that he didnât notice the way she glared at him.
Tossing his shirt in the hamper, he turned to her and smiled, his hands on his belt. âIâve been thinking about you all day baby, I canât- â
Moxie sneered at him, pretending to gag. âAre you serious?â
Buckyâs brows furrowed. âUm, what?â
âUm, what,â she mocked, pulling the blanket up to her chest. There's a pause, tension seeping into the room. âYou know what, I have to say it, I can't take this anymore James. Look at you and look at me, why the fuck would I let you touch me anymore?â
Moxie sighed, âcan you put on your shirt back on or something because that- âshe gestured at him â-is disgustingâ She let out an irritated groan when he flinched at her words.
A punch to the gut would have hurt less. Bucky felt his heart split. âMoxie,â he whispered, unable to find words to express the pain currently ripping through him.
âLook, I didnât sign up for this, you were in shape when we got together, what the hell happened to you? Why do you think I stopped letting you touch me.â She ranted, ignoring his soft pleas for her to stop.
âEither lose the weight or Iâll fuck Steve, at least he still looks good.â She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, yawning, âcan you go somewhere else, I donât want you accidentally rolling over me and squishing me in your sleep.â
His mouth floundered open, but he couldnât speak. It all hurt too much, and he felt like he couldnât breathe, the air was too thick and his chest grew tighter with each breath; he needed to get away, terrified of what might happen if he cried in front of her.
Bucky shuffled out the room, his heart shattering with every step. He thought she was happy, that he made her happy. Her laughter following him out to the hallway made his head droop even more.
What did he do wrong?
He spent the night on the couch, staring at his old pictures through tear-filled eyes, Bucky always had a little fullness to him, but he was always happy with his body. And he had been having so much fun with the grand opening and all the new opportunities that he never noticed that he stopped needing belts and his shirts were a little snug over his belly.
Bucky called Steve, his best friend fuming when he told him what happened. By the time he was done speaking with him, Bucky felt a little better, his heart may have been in pieces but he knew what he needed to do.
He kicked her out the next morning.
Much to Moxieâs surprise and Bucky's. He may be chubby but he's not going to be her pushover either.
Bucky ignored her apologies and said she had to go. It shocked her when Steve had shown up with a roll of garbage bags, tossing them at her feet with a sharp quip that he doesnât fuck losers. Both men stood side by side, watching silently as she packed her belongings.
The only things she left behind were his broken heart and a few nagging insecurities that plagued him.
He finishes, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of his confession, you want nothing more than to stamp out the sadness marring his beautiful eyes.
âI thought she loved me but--â he sighs, â--I donât want you to look at me the way she did, I love you too much, Peach, and I know I should probably lose a few -â
Youâve never been angrier in your life. You want to punch little Ms. Moxie in her throat, she better hope she never runs into you because they will have to pry you off of her.
Clearing your head, you clasp his face in your hands and pull him down for a kiss. âBucky Barnes, you are the sweetest man I know, youâre beautiful and I love everything about you.â
You silence his objections with another kiss. âI mean it Bucky, I love all of you. You donât need to change anything.â
Bucky swallows the small protest, letting himself relax. Youâre not her, you wonât hurt him. Placing a kiss on his soft, round belly, you murmur, âyou have no idea how sexy you are, honey.â
You stand on the bed, holding on to his bicep for balance, and tug his shirt off. Looking down at him, you bite your lip. Heâs ridiculously handsome and youâre going to prove it to him.
You pepper kisses along the curve of his neck as you sink back down, praising him and telling him how much you love him, describing in vivid detail how each part of his body is perfect.
His confidence and love for you growing with each word. By the time you reach the band of his boxers, he panting, his eyes darkening with an almost feral need to possess you.
Bucky tears off the last barrier keeping you from him and he pounces. You giggle as he pushes you into the soft blankets, the solid, comforting weight of his body encompassing you as he kisses you with such passion you forget to breathe. His warm lips melding into yours, his wet tongue dipping into your mouth, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue as it dips into your mouth.
Bucky reaches down with one hand, grabbing his cock, his other hand cupping the back of your head as he deepens the kiss. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours so he can gaze into your eyes. Bucky watches your mouth fall open, a gasp pouring out when he guides his thick cock into you.
He rolls his hips, moving deeper into your wet, hot heat. âThatâs it Peach, youâre so good,â He brushes his lips across yours, swallowing your oh Bucky as he stretches your tight pussy around him. The slight burn gives aways to pure bliss, you circle your hips after a minute. A quiet Iâm ready breathed into his mouth.
Bucky thrusts languidly into your pussy, each deliberate slow drag of his throbbing cock against your soft walls sends bursts of pleasure up your belly and down your spine. His lovemaking tender, yet so possessive that your head is reeling.
He makes sure that you feel all of him, each inch as you clench down, greedy for more of him, even as he goes deeper and deeper, his soft lips caressing your neck. His body keeping you pinned, so you have to take everything heâs giving you.
That pressure builds again, heavy and hot in your belly, digging your heels into the top of his thighs, you meet his strokes, pleading with him to please move a little faster, you need it so bad.
You donât have to beg; he wants you to cum for him; he wants to feel your sweet pussy flutter around him as you cry out his name.
Bucky sucks a bruise on your throat, his hips pounding into yours. The headboard smacking against the wall with each powerful thrust. The dull thuds drowned out by your loud moans, the pressure getting more intense.
âBucky,ââ you cry out, scratching his lower back when he grinds his hips down, ââoh fuck, do that, do that again,â you frantically chant, slapping your hands on his ass, keening when he does, god yes, he does it just right, hitting a tender spot inside your cunt so hard that you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.
âThat it Peach, is that what you need.â He slips a hand between your bodies, his wide fingers circling your clit, âGo on, cum for me, give it to me Peach, be my good girl, and cum for me.â
You do, your walls clenching down as the pressure snaps, sensations firing off as your orgasms winds through you. Buckyâs pace falters, becomes erratic when he feels you milking his cock, unable to hold himself back any longer he lets himself go, relishing in your warmth until he spills inside you.
He tries to roll off of you, but you wrap your arms around him, murmuring for him to stay for a minute. You smooth your hands over his slick back, Bucky relaxes on top of you, grinning at your contented sigh. âI love you Peach.â
âLove you too,â you respond, plotting all the ways youâre going to let him know how much he means to you.
After that night, you began to praise Bucky, complimenting his body every chance you got, smacking his ass whenever he walked past you, hugging and kissing him.
The first couple of weeks, he would hide his face behind one of his large hands and his cheeks would resemble one of his bright red apples. âPeach, you donât have to, I mean Iâm-â he would stammer each time, always tucking his hair behind his ears.
It took you three days to figure out that he has a praise kink and you amped it. He barely opened his eyes before you were saying something that made him hide his face behind his pillow, laughing when you wiggled under it to tell him how good he looks when he smiles.
While you loved making him blush, you cherished how confident he became. And you reaped the benefits, one second he was a bashful baker with buttercream frosting on his forehead, the next he was bending you over his counter, railing you so good you couldnât even scream his name.
After a while, he stopped avoiding the bathroom mirror in the mornings. And you couldnât wipe the grin off your face, the first time you saw him cooking, shirtless, in the kitchen. He turned when he heard your footsteps, his face turning that familiar shade of red as you openly gawked.
âCâmon Peach, donât you start-â he playfully grumbles, his lip twitching as he held in his smile, he moved back to the frying pan turning off the stove as he braces himself.
You squeal, flinging yourself at him, peppering his back with kisses. You couldnât contain the litany of praises on your tongue, so proud of him. Bucky twisted in your grasp, cupping your face in his hands. âGod I love you Peach.â
Bucky and Steve are celebrating the grand opening of another bakery. The largest one to date. The new building is full of investors, press, other bakers and chefs, a live band playing in the corner, drinks, and food everywhere, and of course the tower of desserts in the middle of the room. The atmosphere light and airy, glasses clinking, people dancing and every kind of cake, pies, and pastry imaginable on silver platters through the room.
Youâve never had so much fun, although a slightly buzzed Bucky is having an even better time because youâre wearing one of his favorite dresses. You remember when he first saw you in it, you twirled out of the dressing room and he nearly lost it in the middle of the store.
The more he celebrates, the more heâs giving you that look. Steve has to keep interfering, heâs close to going feral in front of all his guests.
Steve sent him to the kitchen after he caught him trying to put his hand between your thighs. Youâre laughing as a contrite Bucky gets up from the table to refill the rapidly diminishing display.
âYou know Iâve known Buck my whole life and Iâve never seen him this happy.â Steve remarks as he takes a seat across from you. His warm blue eyes glistening. âThank you for that. Heâs been through a lot and youâre the best thing that happened to him.â
Your cheeks get heated at his words. Steve leans forward, holding your hand between his. âI mean it, even though heâs getting on my last nerve talking about you.â
Steve squeezes your hand as he looks up at the ceiling for a second. âGod, the man never shuts up, and Iâm this close to strangling him if he compares you to another peach, but I love-â
He cuts off, his head jerks back so fast, you think something struck him. âWhat the fuck is she doing here?â
You turn around in your chair, searching the crowded room. âWho are you talking about?â
âMoxie,â Steve spits out, his hand curling into a fist. âWhite dress by the bar.â
You find her flirting with one of the investors. Moxie puts her hand on his chest, her shrill laugh cutting through the surrounding conversations. Whatever she tried fails spectacularly. The tall, sturdy blonde grimaces and walks away. You would almost feel bad if you didnât want to slam her face into the wall.
She spots Steve and waves, making her way through the crowd. âHey, long time no see.â
Steve raises a brow, his eyes hardening. âWhy are you here?â
She laughs, patting his shoulder. âIâm here to apologize to Bucky, I know he misses me, he must be lonely.â
âReally?â you question, keeping your voice light and even.
Moxie dismissively glances at you before returning her attention to Steve. You chuckle under your breath, tapping your heel on the floor.
Donât ruin your manâs event. Donât ruin your mansâ event. You repeat the thought as you inhale through your nose.
âSo I heard you two are doing really well.â She says, her manicured nails roaming over Steveâs suit. âReally well.â
Steve flicks her fingers off him, âWe are. No Buckyâs not lonely. He doesnât miss you. Heâs very happy. With her.â
Moxieâs polite veneer cracks when Steve points at you. Waving your fingers at her, you grin at her. âYou go near my Bucky and Iâll rip that cheap necklace off and shove it down your throat.â
She turns to Steve, gesturing to you as if she's the innocent one here; he raises his glass, blowing a harsh breath through his lips. âDonât look at me, I still donât fuck losers, but Iâll call if you if that changes.â
You laugh in your empty glass when she sputters. She turns to you, hand on her hip. You slowly raise your eyes, returning her stare. Part of you wanting her to do something, so you can wipe the smirk off her overly painted face.
âWhatever, I donât need this. Keep the fattie. I can find another rich loser like that.â She snaps her fingers, storming over to the bar. You blink a few times in disbelief. The audacity of this bitch, thinking that she can stay and mingle at his event.
You're debating if you should have her thrown out by one of the staff or if you should drag her out by her hair.
You look her up and down as you ponder your choices, pausing when you see the edge of a tag sticking out the back of her dress. Hmm, interesting. She must plan on returning it after tonight.
A devious smirk slowly takes over your face, you know exactly what youâre going to do to little Ms. Moxie.
You glance at Steve, picking up his wineglass. Steve shakes his head while grabbing your hand. âHey hey, I know what youâre thinking, and no.â
Before you can say anything, heâs pouring more burgundy wine into the glass until itâs nearly sloshing over the sides. âIf youâre going do it, you gotta do it right.â
You exchange knowing glances. No one hurts Bucky. You saunter over to her, keeping your hand steady, not wanting to lose a single drop on the floor.
âHey Moxie,â you call out. She turns around and you âtripâ over your heels, the deep red liquid flying forward in a perfect arch, splashing across her ivory dress, her face and you even got some in her hair.
âOops, gosh, I am so clumsy,â you state, hiding your grin as she shrieks.
Steve jumps up, offering to help before she can swing at you. âI got you, darling.â
He places a hand on her back, quickly ushering her away âa little club soda will get that right out,â he reassures a pouting, whining Moxie.
He's lying through his teeth, that stain will never come out. Steve gets a peek at the price tag, almost laughing at the $899 imprinted on the card. He maintains his façade, leading her through the room, he stops, giving her a wide smile.
âAnd you can find some at the drugstore down the street.â He states, opening the front door and pushing her out. Her indignant shouts cut off when he slams the door in her face.
You throw your head back and cackle, startling some guests around the bar, you apologize for your outburst between fits of laughter, wiping the tears pricking at your eyes. You wave down the amused bartender, placing an order for you and Steve.
Steve joins you, raising his fresh glass of wine in a toast. âNo one fucks with Bucky.â
But what you and Steve did was even better, the love of his life and his best friend always looking out for him.
Loving him unconditionally.
And just like that, the last traces of his insecurities vanished.
Later that night, you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. He smiles at your hand on his belly. He places his large hand over yours, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.
And if Steve would kill him if he named another dessert after you.
sin city request; college!boyfriend bucky and you are studying in a library and he suggested to take a break to fuck in the quiet corner of the library pleaaaaase đ
warnings: nsfw, 18+, library sex, unprotected sex, creampie, bucky being a tease
a/n: gosh, i am tired, and this is it for sin city today! iâve got a lot on my plate, so if all goes well with todayâs sin city, iâll be back next week!
âThis is such a bad idea,â you mumbled against your boyfriendâs lips, feeling his fingers dancing along your skin was temptation itself as he chased your mouth hungrily, your lips moving against his all too well, your fingers carding through his hair, grasping it as you deepened the kiss, your tongues intertwining with each otherâs, the air was thick, filled with tension despite the cold temperature of the air conditioning.
âNot really doll,â Bucky replies, grinning when you moaned as you felt his fingers moving up the soft flesh of your thigh, your little black mini skirt doing nothing to stop him and given the way your lace panties were already soaked with arousal all thanks to the brunetteâs constant teasing the second the both of you tried settling down to study for next weekâs exams.
The library was practically full of students, the occasional sound of pages flipping simply increased the chances of the both of you being caught, but perhaps that was what was so exhilarating, and well, being with Bucky was nothing but that, you smile as his lips captured yours once more.
âYouâre fucking pretty,â he mutters as he hikes your skirt up, pushing you against one of the many shelves, your fingers working on the button of his denim jeans, easily pulling his already rock hard cock out from its restraints, stroking it before you wrapped a hand around his girth, pumping it in your hand, drawing a low groan from the brunette, grinning when you did, your thumb brushes against his cockhead, using his precum as lubrication made it just about easier to move your hand, god, you couldnât help but whimper as his lips moved from your lips to your jaw, peppering open mouth kisses down to your neck, the heat from his mouth simply making your pussy throb as his hand cupped your breast, smirking against your skin when he feels your taut nipple, and you couldnât help but moan when he rolls it between his fingers.
âSo eager,â Bucky mumbles, his hands moving downwards, easily circling your thighs, wrapping around your soft flesh as he hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he shifts your panties aside, his cock pressing against your folds, sliding it up and down your slit almost teasingly, âshit, youâre wet,â he groans as he slowly pushes past your folds, god, your pussy was so tight.
âffuck, Bucky, please,â you whimper and the way you pouted matched with your almost angelic moans was all it took for the brunette to push into you as you cry, âShh, baby you donât want us to get caught right?â you nod at his words and all you could do was dig your fingers into his shoulders, grasping it as you hung on for the ride as he easily works up a pace, your arousal drenching his cock, dripping down to his balls as you whimpered needily, your pussy eagerly swallowing his dick as he slams back into you again and again, your cunt begging for more as the brunette tightens his grip on your silky thighs, groaning in pleasure as your walls clenched around him, seemingly pulling him deeper into you.
And every thrust, his cockhead brushes against your sweet spot once more, driving you closer off the edge, your eyes were half lidded as he pushes back into you, practically pounding you into the shelf, your dirty moans growing louder as he continues his actions, his hips snapping mercilessly.
âJust like that baby, you gonna make me cum,â he growls and with every sinful word that fell from those pink lips of his, your pussy just got wetter, your juices dripping, soaking your panties and it didnât take long before you felt that familiar coil in your stomach growing tighter, Buckyâs thrusts growing more erratic as your cunt begged for relief, âB-bucky, cumming,â you pant, breathless as your body convulsed, your pussy pulsating around his cock was good enough to send Bucky down the same path as you were on, his cock throbbing as he empties his seed deep inside of you, both your breaths bated as you come down from high.
âFuck, that was amazing,â you breathed as the brunette sets you down gently, chuckling when you wobbled, your legs feeling like jelly as you attempted to steady yourself. âWanna head back?â your boyfriend asked and you nodded as he zips up, taking your hand after as he leads you back to the table, only to end up in bed in your dorm less than an hour later.
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