#bar fic

[racingdr1ver]

i probably won’t be able to finish or post anything before christmas break (possibly not until january) so here’s a few sneak peeks on upcoming projects:

(from untitled bar fic)

(from pcts chapter 3)

(from monaco win fic i will finish if it’s the last thing i do)

In addition, I am always willing to yap with you guys or answer questions, so please send me asks to get me through the next month of endless exam prep and writing <3

[ineffabildaddy]

BAR FIC

right so i've only written the start of a prologue for this but bASICAlly

crowley senses lust enemies to lovers. crowley takes up a job in a dive bar because bartending in a late-night joint is a great way to consistently churn out low-grade evil (encouraging promiscuous sex, drug use etc). he uses it as a meeting place for aziraphale as they believe it will allow them to fly under the radar - they've still got the arrangement even though aziraphale seems to detest him.

crowley is so inundated with sensing the abundance of lust in the bar all the time that he never realises just how attracted to him aziraphale actually is, who only ever meets him in that location and during opening hours. then one day they have a second alone and it hits crowley like a fucking lorry. of course he makes an utter meal of it and refuses to let aziraphale know he knows and chaos ensues

again i've written very little of this so have a non-sexy snippet under the cut:

The voice of Talking Heads’ David Byrne weaved its way through the thick, humid air of the bar, past the heavy, windowless, black front door and out into the street.

Everyone is trying

To get to the bar

The name of the bar

The bar is called Heaven

The bar was, of course, not called Heaven. In fact, no one could ever quite remember what it was called. They tended to refer to it as “our local” or “the dive” or “the one that’s open late” or “the gross one”… that sort of thing.

The band in Heaven

They play my favourite song

Play it one more time

Play it all night long

Nobody’s favourite song ever played in the bar. Songs that were this close to being the best track on any one popular rock record could be found on the coin-insert jukebox (free to use on Mondays). No one ever said “oh, I love this one,” when a song came on; every song was a song they could almost love, if only it had that indescribable something it seemed to be just shy of possessing.

Heaven

Heaven is the place

A place where nothing

Nothing ever happens

This, too, was incorrect. Much went on at the bar on a nightly basis. Alcohol, drugs, canoodling, the usual suspects. There was always someone crying in a corner, falling off a barstool, knocking over a candle.

And that isn’t even to mention the bartenders.

[mama-likes72]

⁷HATEFUL MAN, I lust you!

Part 7

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Warnings- All the sexuals, oral, biting, p n' v (use a condom), minor fluff, sweet words.

Confession time!

"Emmm, Sugar, I don't think you have any clue how gorgeous you are. The first time I laid eyes on you was at a concert. It's a secret though! You didn't know I saw you. You and Prissie were in Pensacola. Y'all were on Sam's side at the rail. When we came back from Stage B I traded with Josh so I could see you. I touched your face." He told his dark stalker secret. "I remember I nearly came when your fingers grazed my cheek. I was sure everyone around me knew. We waited for 15 or 20 minutes hoping you would come back out. I chalked it up to you sticking your hand into the crowd. I was just lucky enough to feel your touch." I told my little confession. 

"Mmmm, pining for each other before we even knew each other! I sent a venue security guard to talk to y'all to stall. I had to give a post show interview. He said he had delayed y'all for as long as possible by asking all kinds of questions. I was running out to the GA floor and met him coming back. I was so disappointed!" He shook his head and used his tongue to pull the hoop through my right nipple. "Ahhh!" We both said in unison. "So reactive for me! The guard got the bar name and town where you lived. Life interrupted my plan to go straight to find you.  Festivals, quarantine, recording, another tour I looked for you at every show in Florida. By the time the dust settled it had been almost two years. I came to Mexico Beach and Shaggy's for you.." He punctuated the word you by biting the soft skin under my belly button.

Daniel's sweet kisses soothed his nip. "I walked in and you treated me just like every other patron in the place. No fanfare, no falling at my feet, no drooling, no swooning and it sent me over the edge." He ran his flattened tongue from the hole to the hood of my bud. "When I left that night drunk off my ass I tripped into the for sale sign and busted my shin. When the hangover eased up I bought Shaggy's." He giggled. "So stalker, you bought a bar to torture me as punishment for not falling head over hills at first sight? Bad-Bad boy! All the nasty looks and hell raising was because; errr Fuck! Your mouth feels so amazing. Because you needed interaction? I would'a gave you the interaction you needed. Just one little clue you really wanted me." Danny had me panting while I was talking. He was lightly sucking my clit.

"Hmmm" that innocent sound vibrated through my cunt and lifted me off the bed. "Sonofa' I need more. Please!" I begged for his mouth. "You are getting more, be patient, Sugar!" He warned. He licked and sucked until my thighs were shaking and my orgasm was right on the edge of blowing wide open. "No sweet girl. Not this way. I just wanted to show her so love before I fuck you." Grrr he is the most erotic man! He sits up on his heels and pulls me high up on his thighs, "grab your thighs and pull back. Spread a bit wider. So pink and wet for me. ME ONLY ME!" Daniel growls like a bear marking his territory. I sit up on my elbows so I can watch the sex tape in live action. Mr Sir manhandles his cock, rubbing through my slick, gathering my cream as lube and rubs it all over his dick.

"This is a different angle. I will go slow to start." I didn't respond. I just watched him bite his lip as he crammed his dickhead into my body. It was good, so good. Shallow, slow strokes opened my pussy up to take more until he was balls deep. "Look, baby. Look at where our bodies are connected. We are perfect together. Hair to bare, dark to pink, rough to smooth, dainty to large, can you imagine anything more beautiful? I can't! Ahhh, sugar squeeze that cunt down on me. Hellfire, that pussy is killing me, baby. Easy baby easy! 

Long, slow, strokes combined with Danny's praise had me on the edge in no time. "Jesus, can I come? Please, I don't know how much longer I can hold it back." I tried to coax Babylove. "Sugar, you have more control than that. I know you do. You are so sweet for me I will let you." I look into his big mossy green eyes and see something shining. Maybe I have the same thing in my eyes because we are locked in. Daniel dips his hips and drives upwards hitting that special spot making me keen. A slow pull back and another forceful drive. "Dammmnnn Danny!" I moan. Finally he puts his fingers to my clit and rolls them in a firm circle. My entire body tightens as a colossal orgasm builds. "Come on, precious , give it to me.  Make a mess on my cock. This is my pussy and my cum!" Daniel growled and tried to knock my fuckin back out! 

"AAAAHHHHIIIIIEEE, DAAANNNNNYYY, JESUS, GOOD, YES, GOD, FUCK!" I screamed for him. I gave him all I had. The aftershocks were still coursing through my body. "Easy baby!" I warned him. I'm sensitive to touch at the moment. He pulls out gently and puts his mouth where his dick had been. "You taste so sweet, Sugar. Let me taste you. I'll be gentle, Angel!" He went to work cleaning every drop of juice from my cunt like it is the finest ice cream. He is handling me like I'm fragile and cherished. My fight or flight is kicking in. "Y/n, sugar you are ok. I can stop. Sit up, breathe in through your mouth and out through your nose." He is an angel. "I'm good. No panic attack!" I assured him. I leaned forward and rub my thumbs over his shiney black eyebrows. He has a whole universe of adorable freckles across his cheeks and nose. 

"Daniel, has anyone ever told you that you are the prettiest man they have ever seen?" I asked. He chuckled. "No, Sugar, but I have heard countless people tell Samuel that. I'm sure you are the only one who thinks this face with this nose is pretty."  I laughed dead in his face. "Bullshit on top of bullshit! You know you are beautiful so stop it." I press my lips to the end of said nose. "This roman nose just completes the statue of David. It is perfect! Anyone that says different needs their eyes checked.  Or they escaped from the lockdown mental unit." I drop my lips to his I nibble and nip. My anxiety is gone and my arousal is back full force. "There is nothing about you that I don't find attractive, sensual, and oh so sexy! I could lick you from your head to your toes." He has me hot and ready. 

"Damn woman, you gonna make me blow my load just talking to me. Please touch me or let me touch you. I'm sorry I respect your boundaries. Ggghhh!" Babylove is frustrated. I ran my fingers across his nipple. Not only did it pebble but the rest of his skin did too. I used my fingernails to drag through the growing patch of thick, black, curly chest hair. "This hair has connected and created the perfect path for my mouth, hmm? Hair around this nipple." I use my tongue to ring his flat brown nip. I laved it nice and wet. A cool puff of air sends a shiver throughout his body.  "Ahh, somebody else's body is very reactive to touch also Mr Sir." I teased. The hair in the center is perfect for me to run my cheeks across for texture. Finally I make it over to the other tiny brown puckered nipple. "This one is just waiting for my teeth baby! Begging for some pain and then some pleasure. Can I give it to you?" I ask for permission. 

"Hell yes!" Simple as that. I went in on that sweet nub teeth first. I grasp it between my top and bottom teeth and use the point of my tongue to flick back and forth. Danny's moan and shiver was the tell that he was into it. I then suckled him in my mouth with a light suction and a lot of tongue. Babylove grabbed me by the neck and cradled my head to his chest. Wooo, some man likes to have his nipples played with! He is nearly panting as I increase the pull from my mouth. I suck hard then go back to easy. He is all over the place squirming. I feel movement and he has his dick in his hand strokin away. Wow! Nipples are biggies! I reach over and pinch the other and bite the one in my mouth sharply at the same time. 

"Fuck! Please tell me you are going to fuck me!! If not, you are gonna have to watch me beat off while you suck my nipples and rub my balls." Daniel was in a mess and to be honest the bed below me was all slimed up too.  "Oh, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you Babylove!" I promise. I got him to lay flat so I could map out his body. Every freckle, mole, scar, callus, or any other interesting fun. There is so much to see, touch and kiss. I move from his nipples to the ridges of his ribs. A giggle slips past those yummy lips. "Tickle-tickle" I joke. My tongue lays a path across his abdominal muscles to that sexxxay trail of curly jet black hair that leads to the promised land!

I wrap that coarse hair around my tongue and pull. My next adventure is his shallow belly button. It looks like the perfect place for a body shot. Tequila warmed by Daniel skin sounds like Nirvana to me. Ohhh, is that a mole above this V pointing my way home? Let me see if it tastes like a mole. "This little mole is soo very yummy, Mr Sir, I could feast on you for days and still not get enough!"  My words just draw a whimper from Babylove. "Grrrr, Sugar, you are killing me, I swear to Gawd!" Whiny baby is really needy! To remind him who is in control I give him a fierce bite on his hip bone. "Calm down, I'm gonna get you there!" I send him his own words and a smirk.

"Ok-ok, I trust you baby." He promises. I tease the skin just above his pubic hair. Moist lips, hot breath and sharp nips give him an almost overwhelming sensation. He is digging his fingers in the sheets on my bed, thrashing his head back and forth. Bless it, he has suffered enough. I wiggled down and gave him a kiss on the head of his painfully hard erection. "Mmmm, so hot, so hard, he's drooling, let me clean this up for you." I tell Danny before I use my tongue and mouth to mop up all the pre-come that has leaked out. I do love a Charms Blow Pop! So I do my best to show him some lollipop love. "Fuckin'A, play too much and you WILL get another load in your mouth!" Poor Babylove is so stressed it is time. I climb across his thighs, and run my sloppy, wet pussy on the ridge of his dick. 

It's hard to tell what color eyes this Egyptian God has. They are so blown black from lust! Lean over a drop a mouthful of spit on his cock to add to my juices for lube. He grabbed my thighs and jerked me forward. "Fuck me please! I'll beg you! Please Sugar, I'll be a good boy for you. So good, so sweet and biddable, just put that hot, tight cunt on my cock!! Please." Daniel chants repeatedly. I lift and move enough to line up with his dick. I lower enough to let his dick slip just into my pussy. I rotate my hips for stimulation. Danny lets out a string of cuss words all strung together. "Easy Babylove, relax for me." I encouraged him. My hips slowly inched down, he huffed and puffed but settled down. Once my ass was touching his groin, I leaned forward and whispered, "I can not get you out of my head!". Rocking back and forth with my hips I continue,  "Sometimes I fuck you in my head."

That's all it took, a roar came flying out of this man that nearly made my soul leave my body! He bucked up off of the bed, sitting us both straight up. I am still impaled on his dick and surprised. "Wrap your arms around my neck. Now, let me help you lift and 'aaahahh'..... nevermind." He starts with instruction and gets caught short. I guess the whip of my hips helped him figure out I had it! This fine, sexy, smart, successful, a fucking Rockstar ffs! man is with me! It is crazy. "Sugar, ….." Danny said. "Yea, where were you?" He asks. "Sitting on top of a dream and a nightmare all in one. Thinking I have always been a little rough around the edges. So I bet you can guess what I wish for.  Look at how we look together, light and dark. Skin color, hair colors and souls. Except souls." I snarked the absolute truth! 

"I'm sorry Babylove, I was being a dick." I apologize. "Hey, why it always gotta be about a dick with you women!" Daniel screeched. I rocked my hips and groaned low,  deep-down in my chest. "Dan-iel Wagner we L-O-V-E DICK!!!" My hand flew to my forehead to exaggerate the drama! I was done with slow strokes!  The slow rocking of my hips gave way to feverish rocking and finally to the sun raw doggin' the moon. "Danny, you are so deep, so big, feels so fuckin amazing!" My smile is cheesin' Danny loves praise from the bed. "Y/n, this is what I need! Connection deeper." Babylove is beaming till I clamp down with my kegels. He shut the fuck up! 

I set my hips to a furious pace. I propped my elbows on Danny's shoulders and tried to do all the work. I told him, "I would love to have a photo of myself with your come on my face. White strings, dripping pearls of your seed, damnn what a thought!" Fingers at my hips slid up to my waist and wrapped around my body. "You do that on purpose you badass! You know that talking dirty to me gets my engine running. Ugggg, are you close?" His ragged voice told me he was at his limit. "Yes babylove, I want to feel you punching my lungs." My last words melted away and the roar returned. "Rub your clit or I'm gonna bust it!" Those lewd orders were like sweet nothings to me so I did exactly that. As usual, a couple of firm passes and that man I'm looking at is enough.

I came so hard I didn't know where I was, nor did I give a flustering fuck! Lay here for a minute and recover. "Babylove did you cum?" I sway side to side rubbing all that cum and sweat together to hold you close. He rests his precious head on my shoulder. "Yes, Sugar, I just returned from the Celestial realm." With that Daniel flopped flat of his back on the bed nearly throwing me off. "Rest Babylove! I'm going to clean up. I'll be back." I had a smile as wide as all outside. Danny grabbed my hand and kissed it as I dragged it across his chest. It hurt my eyes to see such pure joy on his face.  This man is the best of both worlds if he doesn't have borderline personality disorder. 

While the water heats up, I empty my bladder to prevent an UTI. How many men have the ability to be both? Dominant and submissive. You know I'm a little leery of perfection. I've been burned by believing a fantasy sold to me by a "used car salesman" selling himself. Hot water and soap, get outcha head! I got a bath cloth and cleaned up. I got Babylove a clean one and made it boiling hot. My favorite soap smells wonderful on him. He was actually snoozing when I got back from the bathroom. So handsome, long shiny black eyelashes resting on top of his freckled cheeks, gave him an innocent appeal. I hated to wake him, he looked so comfy and peaceful. On the other hand he had spooge drying on his body from his belly button all the way to mid-thigh.

"Danny honey. Hey beautiful Babylove, let's get you cleaned up. You may need a shower. Ya a lil crusty!" I poked around his pubs to tickle him.  "Ok you tease! Just because you are being sweet with the aftercare don't mean I won't whip that perfect peach then fuck 'YOUR' brains out. Come here!" He crooked his finger at me and I damn sho' headed his way. "Wait, I need a break. My coochie is woah' out!  I will take a shower with you and give you a treat!" I offered with a gleam in my eye and my tongue across my top teeth. He jumps up and pulls me to the bathroom whoopin and hollerin. "Treat! I love treats! Especially shower treats! What is a shower treat?" He asks cupping his hands to whisper in my ear. "Wet Brain, Dumbass!" I laughed at his face lighting up like the 4th of July!

Exiting the shower seems to be an awkward time for us. So once I was finished examining his penis up close and personal and giving it a good ole spit shine. I hopped out. "Wanna beer or something? I'm gonna grab my dis-vape and put clean linens on the bed." I offered while I was drying off. "Ahhh, still not recovered here! Water, I need water! This succubus has sucked all of the fluids from my body. And a Gatorade Sugar, I need electrolytes." Shit, Daniel is whiney, I will baby Babylove! "Ok, sweet darling, finish your shower and I will change the bed so you can get tucked up. I ran to the linen closet and got fresh white sheets and a mattress cover. I needed a new comforter and coverlet too.

I just finished making the bed when Mr Sir the pitiful came drag assin' to the bed. "Woman, I swear you have worn me completely out! My dick couldn't get hard if you tried!" Danny moaned and groaned about his lower back not getting that kind of workout drumming for hours on end!  "Babylove, I need a man with a strong back. I may look tiny but I'm sturdy. Or you know I'm THICK! ALL TITS & ASS! And a big loud mouth!" Sassy comebacks are my jam. "Oh God! Those are my favorite things about you!" Daniel palms my tit as he snuggles down in my bed with no mention of going home. Progress I guess.

I come back with Liquid Death, 2 Pineapple Claws and my smoke box.  Mr Sir is reclined on my head board like a king. Sheet over his pelvis, pillows propping him up to survey his kingdom, he looks down his nose at me, a mere servant girl. "Your Excellency I have brought you the finest water in your kingdom, along with a sweet libation and your Laudanum to help with your sleep.  Shall I leave it for you? Or does the King wish for me to administer it to his person?" I ask in a shitty British accent. Of course he cracks up and hits me with his million-watt smile. It nearly cripples me.

"You are crazy and funny as fuck when you aren't mad as hell!" Asshat points out. "Babylove, you are kind and gentle and needy and whiny after I've fucked the shit outta ya and you can't hardly breathe much less talk!" I lean over and kiss the exposed skin over his heart. "Then we are a match made in Shaggy's." Danny laughs at himself. I flop down and run my frozen feet under the covers and across his upper thigh. "Brrrr, Ice Queen you just made my sack draw up in my guts. Your feet are like ice." He shivered. I put my hands under his armpit. "Cold hands, warm cunt!" The old wives tale was something like that. "Hahahahaha, you mean hot cunt, cold hands, colder heart!" Again he thinks he's funny.

I fire the pipe as my feet begin to warm. "Mmmm", I groaned. Babylove slams his water then opens mine for me. "Sugar drink this so you aren't dry in the morning. No hangovers allowed! You are off and I'm calling off sick. Prissie is getting a promotion. Asst. Manager, she takes off the training wheels tomorrow." I double take Mr Sir's smug look. He looks awfully proud of himself. So he was having me train Priss every Sunday night  for the last 6 months, WHY?  The possibility we would hook up? Or he'd fire me? He'd leave for a tour? My head is spinning! "Question, I have been training Priss for 6 months. For? What? To take some of the load off of me or another reason."

A guilty look passes over Daniel Wagner's face. Um-hm, "Ok, now am I training Priss for? Only a couple reasons… you planned this better than I realized. You didn't plan on me being a long-termer or you are headed out again, 16 weeks straight before you come home. Don't you want me baby? " I drilled this David Statue by Michaelangelo lookin man like a common thief.  "Have you… what the fuck? Wait calm-down Y/N." He grabbled out. "Yeah, no, I'm confused Babylove, how in the world did you foresee this 16 weeks ago?" I snap out, ready to throw-TF-down!  When I say that boy sat the fuck up, yep straight ass in the air, up!  "Wait what? Huh? Foresee? Yeah-no? You got me all the way fucked up! What does Priss have to do with this? Long-term? I have no idea what most of what you said means but you have lived in my head rent free since the first time I saw you." Daniel gave me a peek at the so sexy half smile he does so well.

"Let me explain." Mr Sir says slowly and calmly. I nod and keep my mouth shut. "When I first bought the bar I learned that most of you are loyal, long-term employees. But, you most of all. Behind closed doors you are known as an extreme workaholic and your own harshest critic." He gave me a sad smile. "Between me staying on your ass and you beating yourself up you've had a rough go for the last several years. So, I decided that it's about time you had some help. You've managed that bar even on your 1 day off a week. Either on the phone or actually coming in. Even when I am here they come to you. They trust you. Now you can have 2 days off in a row or 10 days for that matter. You've built up approximately 500 days in the years you have worked here. So it's about time someone thought about you." He looked at me all cow-eyed and innocent. Which is utter bullshit btw! 

Daniel must have heard my eyes rolling and my mind say BULLSHIT! "Don't start Sugar, I still have All of the employment records for the last 15 years, even before you were washing dishes." He tapped next to his beady eyes with his index finger. Jackass, I flipped him off and rolled my nose up at him. "Ok Asshole, so your motives were perfectly innocent and lacked any ulterior outcomes? You are just being a kind boss to your work bestie and most valuable employee/right hand woman?" I look him dead in the eyes. I squinted my eyes and popped my hip waiting for him to spin his way out of this web.  He stood face to face with the dopiest, goofy-ass smile on his stupidly beautifully sexy face. Damn he smells good.

"Sugar, hey, baby are you listening?" He startles me out of my head. "Huh? Yep, what did you say? Sorry?" I mumbled cause I ain't hear shit! "Hahaha, were you thinkin something nasty? You had that glazed and confused look on your face? You know the one where my face looks like a glazed donut and you are confused by the earth shaking orgasm you just had!! Look what I did, I'm pretty witty. Yeah?" He looked like he won the grand prize for the fattest pig at the Fair!  "Dan…….iel Wagner, explain why you had me train Priss. The reason, the real fuckin reason!" I punctuated my words with a poke to the chest for every one I said. "Play with me if ya want to but the fallout is on YOU!! That's ya warnin!" I pointed between his mossy green eyes.

 Shhooo, them eyelashes, I need to lick them bitches when we finish fighting.  It's ridiculous that I'm so twisted up over this man I can't even listen long enough… "So that's why." Danny explained. Ahh shit! I missed it. "Ok wait tell me again. Please." I plead cause he already knows I was in left field.  "Sugar, pay attention! I was always soft for you. I have wanted to do this for you all along. But I didn't think it would be well accepted until now.  There wasn't any reason other than I want you to get the break you deserve. You do so much for others and take no time for yourself.  I really do appreciate the hard work you do!" The sincerity in Daniel's eyes is breathtaking. 

"Thank you! I'm always suspicious of people doing kind things for me.  They usually want some kind of payment in return.  To be honest it's often things I am highly uncomfortable doing. So I don't trust people easily. So forgive me for interrogating you." My face must look relieved. "That's ok Sugar. I have been in that position more than I'd like to admit.  The older I get the better I am at saying No and moving those people out of my life." He kissed me on the temple.  I looked up at his face and I'm sure I looked like a simp… but my tongue had a meeting with his eyelashes that could not be postponed! I pulled his face down low to my mouth, he was shocked when I flicked my wet tongue across his long, black, thick eyelashes. "Mmmm, You taste yummy." I told him on his lips.

"Jeez woman, only you could make eyelashes and eyebrows erotic! You have my shit bonin' up." Sexy said.  "Oh no you fine motherfucker, you make all of you erotic! The whole damn package! You are SEX, DRUGS, and ROCK n' ROLL. The sight of you drops more panties than beer does. That's not including those who have seen you in real life. They would shank they own mama to get to you. So don't say I'm sexualizing you! Nope, you have one of those sneaky sex appeals. Smiling, affable, silly, quiet, caring then one look into those mossy eyes and every kinky, nasty, vulgar sexual thought I ever had comes to mind. You know as well as I do you can get women and men to do some degenerate things!" I tease but it's all true.

"The only degenerate I want to do things to me is you." Mr Smooth Sir purrs out. And just like that I'm the fly caught in his spider web. "You slick bastard! Just conned me right out of my panties. That fast too. Now tell me again how women make you sexual? Cause Mr Machismo YOU just thrashed me. Take your fingers and feel. The instant you put that juju on my body pours juice hoping you fuck me silly!" I was completely turned on by him.  Sore? Who gives a fuck! I may regret it later but probably NOT! "DAMN SUGAR! you gotta warn me." Danny whines as I move my core as close to his as possible. A couple of hip rolls and he's on board. "You are insatiable. And I'm here for it! How can I be so lucky?" Daniel babbled. "Shut up Wagner and dick me down!" I gritted out! I know my shit is going to be to'e the fuck outta frame! I can't resist his pull, he has me in a trance.

A deep rumbling laugh washes over me. "So fuckin hot! Jesus H Christ you are a wet dream come true! I'll dick you down alright! Come here crazy bitch! Holy Hell you take away my ability to think!" Daniel gushed when I slid in between his hairy thighs. Just for the sheer excitement I grab Danny's face and give him a slow, sensual, deep kiss. He holds his breath and pulls me into the cradle of his embrace. "Sugar, don't tease me. You will break my heart. I will read more into it every single time."  Poor baby whined. "You are much too everything to be heartbroken. You taste like hmmmm, everything that's 

wonderful to me!! Let me have another taste to make sure." I pulled him back to my lips. I gave him little nibbling pecks at the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, the end of his perfect nose and his juicy lips! 

"I'm trying to give you something you crave, some sweet lovin' and gentleness. Can you let me do that? I'm willing to meet you halfway. You have been good to me, now I will be good to you.  Let's lay down. Pretty Boy." His eyes were so shiny and bright, he melted my heart. He lay down on his side facing my side of the bed.  "Hang on a minute. Wanna water and smoke?" I ask running my thumb across his bottom lip. "Mmm-hmm." Danny groaned out. I went to the kitchen and grabbed two refilled bottles of water, checked on the Dukester, and went back to Daniel relaxing on my bed. 

"You look so good on my bed! Waller around and mark it with your scent.  Then I can smell you later." I giggled at Mr Sir's antics flopping around rubbing my sheets all over his body. ALL with the exception of his asshole, Thank God!  I sat on the floor and pulled my smoke box off the lowest shelf of my curio. "Mr Sir, what's your poison? I have a pretty good variety, sleep, sex, calm, relaxed, happy, energetic, marathon freaky shit or straight to acid trippin.  Whatcha think? Oh and paper or pipe?" Babylove looks positively ethereal one second and devilish the next. "Ahh, I think YES!" He huffed out. "No, hell, pick two and paper or pipe to smoke in. Or nothing.  Please play nice little boy. Don't make me collect my shit go home and not play at all. Or send you home…." I advised him. 

Daniel Wagner is nothing if not a smart man. "Ok Sugar, pipe, happy and sex for now. Maybe one of the others later." So I filled the pipe with happiness first.  It's not surprising that we are both laughing hysterically in 10 minutes or so. "This shit don't play! I feel like the world is all Care Bears and Rainbow Unicorns right now." Mr Pissy all the time Wagner is talking about Care Bears for god's sake he is FUBAR! "Babylove, are you really happy we have cleared the air about what each of us need? You look elated and unbelievably handsome, Mr Happy Bear!" I climbed into the bed, the floor was hard on my knees after a while. He scooted back a tiny bit so I could be next to him, like almost on top of him.

"Mmmm, Sugar. You are so sweet like candy! I love sweets, I LOVE-LOVE sweets. If you were a sour apple sucker I would never let you outta my mouth….. Lick ya aaallll ddaayy.  You know lollipops are sweet but sour apples have a tartness like your fire! Ya know…." My Babylove is racked, he is staring at me with a great big ole smile, barely blinking. "Oh Baby, you are Hiiiiiyah! Stoned, racked, fried, baked, dazed, blitzed, faded, corked, vapor, on break, aren't you? Your speech has slowed way down and you're not blinking. You got them fuck me eyes, it's hard for me not to put the mojo on you. I'm gonna refrain. I'm gonna give you the soft me!" I rubbed my nose against his and kissed his pink cheeks.

"Soft Sugar yum! Like cotton candy? Touch it and it melts on my tongue. Damn dream darling, you are certainly a fever dream or I've had an accident. Maybe this is Daniel Wagner's version of heaven! Oh please God let that be true!" Danny was praying to the dream gods to keep him safe and let him be here with me like this forever! I was praying for the same thing. I love this Danny so chill and giggly. Not a worry in the world, so relaxed.  He has me lay back and puts his head on my chest. "Can I listen to your heart? Just until I start to come down?" Sweet boy asks so innocently. "Sure, Babylove." 

I trailed my fingers through his beautiful curls careful not to make it frizzy. Although at this point it may be standing on end by the time we are through vacating. I run my fingers along the shell of his ear. "I have a complex about my ears. That's why I always keep my hair covering them up.  They are huge and pointy like an elf or fairy. Had I not been an athlete and a bigger guy the harassment would have been brutal in high school. "Daniel there is nothing on the outside or on the inside that was not carefully and wonderfully made. Ears, curls, hairy booty, long narrow feet, big ole….thighs, hahaha, lovely heart, kindness, compassion for others, being the 'dad' to those 3 Kiszka Krazies, loving people and showing it. Oh I almost forgot your very regal nose and dreamy, mesmerizing, hypnotizing donkey dick!!!" I laughed hard. Poor boy's head bounced all around on my chest.

The light as before that shines from his face makes the sun look dim. You always hear Josh referred to as sunshine, Daniel is every bit as bright and comforting. He's just a tad more conservative. "Do you really know how your smile affects those who are lucky enough to cause it?  You take my breathe away."  Mr Sir loves his words of affirmation. And I lo.. nope chillout fool! This is still a Dick Appointment, nothing more or less right now.  I'm gonna break my own fucking heart.

"Whatcha thinkin about? I'd offer you some money for your thoughts but I'm balls-out so no wallet." Funny man joked. "I'll give them for free this one time. But never again. I only do this for the most special VIP's in my life. So feel honored.  I was warning myself not to break my own fucking heart before you get the chance to do it or not.  Not that you will but I have to slow my roll. Fairytale Land is perfectly cocooned in my house isolated from the world. So I will enjoy our time without pressuring myself to put any labels on it." I explained as honest and simply as I knew how. "I get it. Maybe more than you realize." Daniel Wagner looked me in the eyes and gave me the saddest smile. 

I nearly busted into tears. He kissed me gently on my lips and laid his head back on my chest. We both went internal for some time. Each of us in our own head, rolling around how the situation would be different if we had made other choices. Regrets for the childish behavior early on, for the missed chances to connect. "What if's are the streets leading straight to INSANITY!  I have 'What if'd' from the after the 1st word we spoke to each other.  How in all of God's green earth do you think I was willing to argue with you? Only insane people or stupid insanely attracted people be all-in on the commitment that it takes for this feud to last.  All that Bullshit could only be packed inside for so long and exactly what happens, happens."  I tell him, I make sure there is no sting in my words. 

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[barleyo]

hey babes, we both share an intense and burning passion for boomhauer, maybe you can write a lil zesty piece about that sexy texas ranger 😏 no pressure, love youuuu ❤️❤️ - atticus ;))

Lone Ranger

Boomhauer X Fem! Reader

A/N: I appreciate requests like this one so much, I was so happy to write this! Two things I’d like to apologize for: firstly, I tried to keep his speech mannerisms as accurate as possible, but it's hard for me to keep authenticity when it obstructs the flow of my writing, and secondly, I’m sorry for how long it took me to finish this! I’ve been gone for so long, so please tell me if my writing skills deteriorated while I was on hiatus. You all deserve my best, and if you don’t think I’ve given it to you, please tell me.

Summary: Alcohol and a bit of friendly competition led to you finding yourself in the arms of a handsome stranger.

The bar’s neon sign lit up your face as you pulled into its parking lot. You got out and walked inside. The scent of liquor and sweet smelling syrup hit you as you walked in, as did the sound of scattered conversation. 

You nod at the bartender and take an empty seat nearby, not noticing the man sitting next to you. 

“Don’t believe I’ve seen you here before,” he said, “I assume you’re not from around here?”

“No, I’m a town over. I thought I’d try something new, but you know how that is,” you said with a sigh.

He hummed in response, slid a menu to you and turned to the other patrons. 

You opened the menu and scanned over it, but nothing stuck out to you. You put it back down on the counter and swerved around in your stool to see the rest of the bar. There was a hallway behind the tables that led to a room with a pool table and large television.

Suddenly you heard a tapping near your spot. Turning back around, you saw a blond man sitting next to you pointing at an item on the menu. 

“It’s good, one of my favorites.”

You nodded and called over the barkeep, taking the man’s suggestion.

“Was it obvious I didn’t know what I wanted?” you asked, jokingly.

“No, don’t you worry, it wasn’t too obvious. You could say I’m just good at reading situations, you know?”

The bartender pushed your drink over to you. You took a sip, and hummed in approval.

“Definitely weren’t fibbing, that is pretty damn good,” you giggled.

“Well, I sure wouldn’t lie to you, girl,” he tossed back his drink and turned to face you more. 

You quickly finished your drink and cleared your throat. Your eyes darted down to his hands, they were well groomed and he didn’t have a ring. 

“So, uh,” you started, “this whole time, I didn’t ask you for your name. Pretty rude of me, sorry about that.”

He shook his head.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s Jeff, but most everybody I know just calls me Boomhauer,” he said.

“In that case, nice to meet you, Boomhauer. Mine’s Y/N.”

A small smile graced his face, and he ordered himself another drink. After finishing it, he stood up and looked at you. 

“They put one of them pool tables right there in the back room, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a game or two?” he asked while putting his jacket on.

You nodded and grabbed your purse, walking with him to the back. Once you two got there, he picked up one of the the cue sticks and handed it to you.

“You know how to play, or do you reckon my help could get you started?”

“Oh, I’d appreciate some help, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve played,” you mused.

He stood behind you and positioned the stick in your hands, leaning further into you as he helped you hit the ball. The feeling of his chest against your back sent a shiver down your spine. You allowed yourself to lightly push back against him, bringing your bodies closer.

“Whole game, honestly, is just about angles. I’m talking real trigonometry, that’s what it’s made of.”

His arms wrapping around you made you feel like you were melting. You could barely keep up with what he was saying due to the heat growing in between your legs.

“Oh that was a beautiful hit, mhm,” he praised your attempt, “felt like you didn’t even need me.” 

Your mind went back to game when you felt the lack of his presence over you. He took the other stick off of the wall and took his shot, hitting two balls into the pockets. You let out a small cheer for him.

“I’m glad we’re not playing for money, because you would clear my purse out easily with that much skill,” you chuckled loudly.

He shot you a grin and put his stick back up, coming up behind you again to guide your aim.

The game concluded awhile later with Boomhauer as the clear winner. 

“Good on you, sweetheart,” you gave him a small clap with a bright smile painted on your face, “go ahead on outside to wait, winner. I’ll pick up your tab as your prize.”

After paying, you left a tip on the counter for the bartender. He smirked at you and put down the shot glass he was polishing.

“You know, he comes here often. Chats it up with the girls who come by, takes ‘em home and such,” he laughed, “Though, it seems like he really likes you, lady.”

“You think so, huh? Maybe you’re right.”

You walked out and joined Boomhauer outside.

“Do want me to drive you home? I don’t want you to have to call a cab or anything of that nature,” you asked him, wanting to spend more time with him.

“Oh, man, you don’t have to worry about me none, I’ll be just fine.“

“No, really. I insist! Besides, there’s no point in wasting your money on a cab.”

He reluctantly agreed and pulled up the directions to his house. When you pulled out onto the main road, he eyed the radio knob.

“You don’t mind if I put something on, do you?” he asked.

“Oh, for sure, go ahead. The silence was getting to me too.”

He popped on a local jazz station, humming along to the song playing.

The drive wasn’t long, but the tension you felt in the air made it feel like you were in that car with him for hours. 

You soon pulled into his driveway. He grabbed his keys from his coat pocket, and unlocked the door, holding it open for you.

“Wanna come in, at least a little while? Consider it a ‘thank you’ for driving all the way out here.”

You accepted and followed him inside. He went into his kitchen to grab a bottle of wine for you two, while you made yourself comfy on the red, velvety couch in his living room, sitting right beside the arm of it. 

He returned with two full glasses and the bottle, handed you one, and sat next to you. 

You sipped from your glass and sat in the silence for a few minutes before asking him a question.

“Did you,” you paused, “feel the same way I did tonight? The, like, tension?”

“Sure did, but it wasn’t bad tension, yeah? I didn’t think it was,” he said, “I was doing it on purpose, you know. The whole leaning into you thing.”

You giggled and positioned yourself onto his lap slowly grinding on him. 

“I had a feeling you were, dreamboat,” you unbuttoned your shirt and tossed to the side.

You leaned back and planted kisses down his neck. He huffed, running his hands up and down your body. He cupped your boobs and ran his thumbs over your covered nipples.

“Oh, let me get that,” you stopped rocking your hips and took off your bra, “there, go on, baby.”

He bit at your neck while he pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. 

He pushed his lips onto yours and continued to let his hands travel your body, finally stopping at your clothed cunt. He slipped his fingers past the band of your panties, rubbing circles on your clit. 

Your legs felt shaky and weak as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them. His palm brushed against your clit after every couple of thrusts. The repetitive ramming of his fingers made your walls ache with pleasure, the lusty expression on your face grew tenfold.

He continued to bite and suck on your throat, enhancing the feeling of his fingers. Going down your neck, he left a trail of small, bruise-like hickies. 

You started to contract around his fingers and a familiar heat made its way to your core. You squeezed your legs to ease the pressure of your orgasm. He pulled his fingers out from your dripping cunt. You whined at the loss of the feeling of being full, he popped them into your mouth to silence you.

“Oh, lord, that’s nice, darlin’, real nice. Clean these off for me, alright?” He leaned you over the side of the coffee table and slid into your entrance.

His hands latched onto your hips and he started slamming your body back and forth on his cock. Your nails dug into the wood of the table as you gripped on for stability. Your lewd whines and moans make him quicken his pace, he now reached all the deep, sensitive places he couldn’t with his fingers.

His chest started to rise and fall, and his groans became deep and sultry. He grabbed onto a chunk of your hair and pulled your head back as he pounded into your pussy. You felt your legs squeeze back together as the warm feeling returned to your stomach. 

“Ah, fuck, I’m close, really close,” you squeaked out between gasps.

Your walls scrunched around his cock as you clutched the table further, leaving scratches on the top. He grunted and pushed himself deep inside of you while he came, his seed slowly leaked out as he pulled out. He pulled you back down onto his lap, ignoring the cum dripping on his legs.

“God, you’re something else girl, I’ll tell you that,” he pulled you in for a final kiss.

[ela-loves-you]

Love Me Like You Do

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: floofs, swearing, allusions to violence.

Summary: Bucky Barnes is the bar manager where you work as a bar maid. You’ve had a decent crush on him since he started working there. It’s karaoke night and the bar is almost empty. What could happen?

 A/N: This is for caplansteverogers’ song fic challenge! Enjoy!!!

Arms groaning in protest, you shove the tray of dirty glassware into the sterilizer, hauling the door shut and collapsing against it. Your lower back was throbbing and the heat from the sterilizer was a small relief you could afford to take this late into the night.

Nearly all the bar’s patrons had left and you’d been doing final clean up for an hour now. Closing time was always your favourite shift as there were less people in the bar, the other girls had gone home, leaving just you and the bar manager to close so you could relax a bit. You both needed it tonight.

He’d come to work at Jack’s nearly a month ago and you quickly realised work was not going to get any easier while your manager was around. The first week was quiet enough, not many people seemed to realise who he was as he was always wearing that tight fitted, long sleeved, black, cotton shirt that clung to his muscles so beautifully. It had covered his metal arm almost completely and he was so buff that he never seemed lopsided. Except when he walked he had a slight swagger, landing heavier on his left foot than his right but that just made him seem more relaxed and approachable. The man bun helped too. He always tied his hair back for work, like the girls, tucking the few rebellious strands that escaped behind his ear.

But, soon enough, word had gotten out that THE Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier himself, was managing the bar at Jack’s Tavern. Then the crowds of gawkers started coming in. It was good for business, sure, but you had seen the flickers of discomfort behind his carefully guarded expression. He always seemed so composed and calm when dealing with the rabble but they had really started to annoy you by the third week.

The girls were always fawning over him, trying to flirt or get a look at his arm. You could see it really bothered him even though he politely declined each advance. The guys were even worse, if that was even possible. They either stared at him with awe and asked where they could get his “mad skills” and “sick arm”, or they glared at him with such venom and hissed such horrible words that it took all your self-control not to knock them on their ignorant asses. More than once, you’d seen the latter type trying to get a rise out of him or force a fight. And more than once, you’d had to throw out full grown men who were acting like toddlers. It was those times that you and the other girls at the bar had seen Bucky slip off into the kitchen or sterilizer room. No one dared follow him but you’d all occasionally pop a head around the door as you walked by.

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Tonight had been a particularly rough night. Ten men had surrounded Bucky in the garden bar and, before any of you knew what was happening, there were sirens everywhere. You knew now that Bucky had punched the silent alarm that summoned the police but, at the time, you were terrified that someone had been hurt badly. A few of the men were bruised but that was exactly what they had deserved. Bucky had locked them in the garden bar and, before you or any of the other girls could blink, he’d disappeared into the manager’s office. You had been desperate to follow him but you had to follow protocol, talk to the police and calm the other customers. Bucky had allowed the responding officers into the room with him to make a statement but, when they had left, he had locked the door behind them. You didn’t see him for another three hours.

When he finally came out, everyone in the bar had fallen silent.

He was covered in bruises and scratches. His eyes were blackened, there had obviously been blood coming from his nose at some point, his bottom lip was split and there were vivid finger marks on his throat. The sleeve covering his left arm had been torn off and the collar was ripped. None of that compared to the look in his eyes though. You had seen him upset and mildly frustrated but, this was the worst thing you’d ever seen. His usually striking blue eyes were dull and downcast. His whole body was slumped over a little. Your heart broke for him but the other girls were already swarming over. He shooed them away and shuffled back to his spot behind the bar, not making eye contact with anyone. Your chest had ached to comfort him but you thought that what he’d want right at that moment was normality so you carried on working.

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Blinking heavily, you shook your head to clear it. The heat had been putting you to sleep while you were lost in thought. Pushing off the sterilizer, you limped across the room. You could hear the distinct yodelling of Big Joe, just finishing his awful rendition of Hit Me With Your Best Shot on the karaoke machine as you shoved the door to the sterilizer room open.

The bar was nearly empty. Big Joe and his mates were waiting to clear up their tab as you jogged up to the register.

“Split it 5 ways, could ya sweetheart?”

Joe winked as you plastered on your warmest ‘barmaid’ smile, and nodded, pulling your tattered cardigan tighter around yourself as you swiped his tab card through.

“Hell’ova night huh?” Joe shook his head, “I hope those rowdies get some serious time! Treating Mister Barnes like that… I tell you, if they were my sons, I would have smacked ‘em hearty for it!”

You handed over Joe’s receipt and genuinely smiled as you started putting through the other guys’ cards.

“If they were your sons, Joe, they never would have thought about it.” Came a soft voice from just behind you.

The guys all smiled and patted Joe on the back as they gathered their things and called out their farewells over their shoulders, the door swinging shut behind them. Bucky still has a soft smile playing around his cracked lips when you turn to face him.

“You alright?” You ask quietly, looking up into his clear blue eyes. You stare at him for a full minute before he drops his gaze quickly to the bar top mumbling, “… fine”. You swear you see a flicker of embarrassment cross his face before he seems to collect himself and looks back at you, smiling.

“Really, I’m okay, Y/N. Nothing I haven’t had before.”

He is turning to walk away when, before you could stop yourself, you reach out and grab his hand. Bucky freezes, sucking in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t pull away. You gently track your thumb up and down the back of his hand. He’s staring right into your eyes, trying to read your face. The longer he stares, the faster your heart beats and you can feel the blood rushing up into your cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry…” You step back, quickly letting go of his hand, and turn to clear the rest of the bar of dirty glasses. When you look up a moment later, he’s still standing in the same spot, staring after you with an unreadable expression. Turning, you ran the full tray of dirty glasses into the sterilizer room and slammed the door shut behind you, breathing heavily.

You stupid idiot! You kicked yourself, mentally, as you unloaded and reloaded the sterilizer. I can’t have feelings for him! He’s my boss!!! You stared hard at the door, as if it was the one that had embarrassed you. I’m fired… Sighing deeply and resigning yourself to your fate, you turn and walk purposefully out of the room.

Bucky glances up from behind the bar as you re-join him, carrying the clean glasses. You set the tray down, pull the dishtowel out of your back pocket and start drying the glasses, one by one, and placing them back on the correct shelf. You work quickly and quietly, humming along with the karaoke under your breath.

A gentle nudge to your elbow brings you back to earth, “You should have a go at that.” Bucky has a wicked grin on his face. He tilts his chin back towards the karaoke machine. “Seriously. If your humming is anything to go by, it might even be average.”

You crack an immediate smile and let out the breath you’ve been holding. “Yeah, no! Not unless you do it too!” You joke, prodding him sharply in the ribs. Bucky spins away expertly then performs an elaborate bow.

“Ladies first.”

Your jaw drops. “You can’t be serious?” You manage to gasp out, “I was only joking!”

A mischievous gleam is in Bucky’s eyes now, “Nah uh doll!” He waggles his finger at you, “you made a deal so no backing out now!” You stare at him until it’s very clear he is not backing down. Throwing your dishtowel down on the bar in mock fury, you stalk over to the karaoke machine, pausing briefly to strip off your cardigan and take out your hair tie, stuffing them both into your bag.

You scroll down the list of available songs, the back of your neck heating up under the spotlights and the fact that you are 100% sure Bucky is staring at you. You let out a little squeal as you recognise your favourite song! You quickly plug in the code before you can change your mind and turn to face the bar.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath as the song starts. Stepping up to the microphone you sing….

 You’re the light, you’re the night

You’re the colour of my blood.

You’re the cure, you’re the pain

You’re the only thing I wanna touch

Never knew that it could mean so much, so much.

 Your hands are threading through your hair as you relax into the music. You’d forgotten just how good singing could feel. It relaxed you to just let loose all of the stress of the day.

 You’re the fear, I don’t care

Coz I’ve never been so high

Follow me to the dark

Let me take you past our satellites

You can see the world you brought to life, to life

 You can feel your body swaying to the music as you open your eyes and stare directly into Bucky’s. Your nerve falters for only a second before you continue, this time singing directly to him.

 So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do.

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do.

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do.

What are you waiting for?

 Bucky’s eyes widen as you toss your hair, pulling the microphone out of the stand and starting to really dance.

 Fading in, fading out

On the edge of paradise

Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I’ve gotta find

Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire

Yeah, I let you set the pace

‘Cause I’m not thinking straight

My head’s spinning around I can’t see clear no more

What are you waiting for?

 You bang your head twice with the drums, before continuing, one arm raised above your head, bouncing on your toes in time with the music.

 Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (yeah)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do.

What are you waiting for?

 You giggle slightly at the look on Bucky’s face and send a cheeky grin his way. His face immediately lights up in response as he grins back at you.

 I’ll let you set the pace

‘Cause I’m not thinking straight

My head’s spinning around I can’t see clear no more

What are you waiting for?

 Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (yeah)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do.

What are you waiting for?

 Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (yeah)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do.

What are you waiting for?

As you hum the last notes and replace the microphone in its stand you hear slow clapping. Looking up through your lashes, Bucky has come out from behind the bar and is walking towards you with awe splashed across his features.

“Wow, Y/N! That’s quite some voice you got hidden in there!”

You laugh freely, jabbing at his side as you drop off the stage, mentioning that it was his turn with a wink.

He shakes his head, jabbing you back and fleeing for the relative safety of the bar.

“You little…” you grumble under your breath as you go to close the bar doors and stack the chairs for the night.

Bucky is watching you warily from behind the bar as he wipes down the surfaces and taps. You are trying to look as casual as possible carrying the last of the clean glasses up to the bar, humming as you work.

“Anything left to do before we go?” Bucky asks as you place the last glass in its tray.

“I don’t think so…” you sweep your eyes around the empty room in thought, “nope, all done!”

Bucky smiles genuinely as you both head to the cloak room to grab your helmets.

Part of the benefit of living down the street from your colleague was the free rides, plus he has a motorbike which just made your trips together infinitely better.

Bucky had his back turned, locking up the back door to the bar, when you seized your chance, tiptoeing up to stand right behind Bucky.

“This is for going back on your word, Mister Barnes.” You whisper in his ear before you plunge both of your pointer fingers into each side of his ribs, making him jump as if he’d received an electric shock. You laughed evilly as you danced away and grabbed your helmet off the back of the bike.

Bucky hissed as he turned, dropping his helmet and tackling you into the pile of flattened cardboard. The ensuing tickle fight left the two of you breathless, clutching your sides from laughing so hard.

Leaning forward you rested your forehead against Bucky’s and closed your eyes, enjoying the cold night air playing across your faces.

“Hey,” Bucky whispered, his breath ghosting across your slightly parted lips, “you looked really beautiful under those lights tonight. You really should sing more often.”

You hummed in response, absentmindedly running your fingers up his arm to tangle them in his soft brown hair that had come out in the midst of your tickle war. Opening your eyes, you caught Bucky biting his bottom lip.

“I’m gonna kiss you doll.”

[racingdr1ver]

Can't wait to read it already foaming at the mouth, take your time and keep up the good work❤❤

thank you so much ❤️ i’m very stressed rn and im super excited to have time to write again! i miss posting 😭

[racingdr1ver]

girl neeeeed the bar fic wdym ik its gonna slap

the bar fic is my magnum opus rn i haven’t even really sat down to write anything i’ve just been jotting down ideas and scenes as they come to me and it’s already 15k 😭 im very excited about it though

[mindsovermetals]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Author: Butterynutjob

Rated: Teen

Pairings: Erik/Charles

Length: 626

Summary: Erik's at a bar minding his own business when a British man walks up to him and asks if Erik would punch him.

Rec notes: Super short, super funny fic. Charles and Erik meet at a bar when Charles asks Erik to punch him in the face. Spoiler: Erik doesn’t comply with the request.