Holy Water💦

I've had thots about boyfriend's brother! Bucky and his wandering hands and yall are so turned on you both can't stop touching one another you're practically dry humping in front of everyone (ya know the whole hiding in plain sight)

Yeah yeah yeah boyfriend's brother! You're in a relationship but you and his brother are just like magnets. Everything is super charged between you and no matter how much you both fight it, you can't stop. There's a video I saw the other day of a man and woman on a train or bus and it's super packed so they're standing super close and all the jostling causes them to keep bumping and grinding "innocently" but it gets super hot and I just 🔥🥵

This is the boyfriend's brother bucky anon again and you're a doll😘😘 I'm feeling very shamey about myself lol cuz I absolutely despise cheating but like can't stop thinking about it? Also my sis's husband (whom I'm not attracted to at all and would never) and I have a very bro-sis goofy relationship where we fart around and whatnot... so of course my slutty self is now wondering about if he was Bucky lol. So the same like situation with sister's boyfriend/fiance/husband bucky x fem reader and I just.... fuck the THOTS won't stop🥵😶

Beautiful Nonnie, sorry this took so long. Life is 😬. Now, never feel guilty for your feelings, clearly you have no intention of acting on any of this! It's just fantasy and as long as that doesn't hurt anyone else, then it's all good. Thank you so much for sending this in, it was a challenge but I really loved it! Now let's get into it 😈

Warnings: Cheating, P in V, kissing, it got a little angsty I think but in a hot way. Also I don't know how to flirt which I think is apparent in this story 🤣

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It was game night at your boyfriend's house. You always loved it. It had been a staple for their family and ever since you had started dating him they made you feel like you belonged and you loved it.

You settled around the dining table, your boyfriend on one side, and his brother Bucky on the other. You always liked Bucky, he was charming, funny and you got on like a house on fire.

In fact you had been getting along so well that you might have started thinking about him a little too much. You really loved your boyfriend, but this thing with Bucky, the chemistry was kind of undeniable.

Drinks were flowing and you laughed along at jokes as you celebrated your wins and commiserated your losses. More often than not, Bucky had you in stitches, you leaned on his shoulder, pressed your hand on his thigh and occasionally wrapped your arms around his neck. It was just friendly banter, you loved Bucky, he was so much fun to be around and made nights like this even more enjoyable.

"Bucky, seriously your gonna make me pee" you yelled when he told a particularly hilarious joke. You jumped up and ran to the bathroom, giggling as you ran down the hall. You were in there for a little while when you heard a knock. "Occupied!" You called but it was a very persistent knock. Finally you finished up and swung open the door. "Oh! What are you doing here?" Your boyfriend swept you up in his arms and kissed you. You chuckled and tried to push him off. "Hey! We can't do it here! Everyone will know!"

You kissed him a little more but eventually he relented with a chuckle and let you go. When you returned to the table your face flushed as Bucky looked at you, his eyebrows quirking in amusement. "All good with you?" He asked and you nudged him in the ribs, "shuttup Barnes" and you sipped on your drink.

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Much later you were hanging out with Bucky in the kitchen. You were both a little tipsy and very giggly. He was telling you some stories from his childhood and you fell forward, leaning your head on his broad chest as you laughed.

He wrapped his arm around you, and as you looked up at him he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Oh" you said, looking up at him with wide eyes. His body was frozen but you didn't move from your position. Your hands were pressed on his pecs and you could feel his heart thumping in his chest. "I... Um.... So..." He stuttered and you could just blink at him.

You heard a bottle clang in the other room and a voice getting closer. You quickly separated and you went to refill your drink.

Your boyfriend came into the room, obviously missing the weird tension and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck. It felt.... Odd. "You ready for bed huh? Wanna spend some alone time with you..." He growled and you felt a little embarrassed, "Honey, shush Bucky's right there." His brother just chuckled and dragged you out of the room. You glanced back at Bucky and for the first time felt a pang of something sad in your heart.

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It was about 2am. You had snuck back down to the kitchen for some water, but also to get out of your boyfriend's room. You suddenly felt suffocated by the way you were feeling and you just needed a moment to think without his sweet face causing you to ache with guilt.

But why did you feel guilty? Yeah you liked Bucky but you didn't like him, like him. Did you? It was just a forehead kiss, which was actually a mistake, just a turn of the head. Friends kiss each other sometimes don't they? You stared out of the kitchen window feeling utterly confused when none other than Bucky walked into the room behind you.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you" he mumbled and went to leave. "No wait please" you whispered and walked over to him, taking his hand and pulling him over to the table to sit down. You sat in an awkward silence for a moment as he sipped at his water.

"So, you kissed me.... That wasn't anything right? Just a drunk, friend kiss type thing." His eyes widened and he nodded, "um yeah, that was just a mistake for sure.... Like you say... A friendly kiss, between friends." You both sat there in silence for a moment. You followed his eyes, which seemed to be looking between your lips, shoulder and eyes. Your bare knees brushed against his and you both sucked in a breath.

"Well ok, that sounds fine, great even. Let's just go back to normal then" you said, patting his knee and smiling at him. He nodded, then grabbed your wrist, then dragged you forward and pulled you into a kiss.

Not a friend kiss. Not an innocent mistake kiss. A full on proper kiss.

And you didn't stop him. You moaned as his tongue explored your mouth. Your hands gripped his cheeks as his thumbs pressed into your soft thighs. It was like no kiss you'd ever had. It was gentle but breathtaking, you felt everything he was feeling and you couldn't stop. You lost your mind as you climbed into his lap, thighs straddling his as you pulled at his hair and he groaned as you ground your hips a little against him. His hands slipped under your sleep shirt and caressed your stomach and breasts.

Finally you broke the kiss to whisper his name and that brought you back down to earth. "Oh god, we can't" you whispered, pressing your forehead against his. He huffed a sigh, hands squeezing at you. "But I really want to...Fuck, look at you, I just gotta" he whispered, hands grasping your face and pulling you back to him. You grasped his face too and whined as you kissed him. Suddenly you jumped up, "no, no, no, no, Bucky. Your brother is my boyfriend. Like my boyfriend, your brother?" He rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah I fucking know, drives me crazy that he got to you first." He stood and came to a stop in front of you. "Now I have to watch you with him..." His arms gripped yours and pulled you close "....when you should be with me."

"I....I don't know what to do Buck. This is... it's wrong. I mean it feels good, but we're not those people..." As you spoke he closed the gap, pressing his body against yours, trapping you against the kitch counter. "I don't care. At least not right now. You are the girl of my dreams and you're kissin me. Shit... I can't not do this now I'm here."

You could feel his body react to you, his cock stiffening against your hips. When you didn't stop him he leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulder, up your neck, to your cheek and finally to your lips. You sighed and returned it, wrapping your arms around him and he lifted you to sit on the counter.

You watched as he hooked his fingers into your underwear and pulled it down. He groaned as he caught sight of your glistening folds, licking his finger before rubbing it gently over you, making you gasp and grind down on him.

You quickly pushed his boxers down, until his cock sprang free. You pulled him in to kiss you, his lips crashing into yours and your hands wrapped round his length, gently stroking him as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Can't be too loud sweetie" he whispered as you felt the fat head press against you. "But I wanna hear some noises from that pretty mouth, please?" You nodded, which turned into a loud gasp as he sunk in, stretching your walls inch by inch. You gripped his shoulders and whispered a string of curses as you both watched him bottom out.

"Fuck, better than I imagined" he groaned and wasted no time dragging his hips back before slamming back into you again. Your whole body shook as he fucked you, your guilt being eaten away by his passion. The way his kissed you so perfectly. The way your body reacted to every touch so eagerly. How good he made you feel, everytime you were with him. You clung tighter, never wanting it to stop as he peppered kisses on to your neck. You whined quietly into his skin, "Bucky, please, god please make me come" you whimpered, the pressure in your tummy building as his thrusts became faster and harder. He pulled back and he moved his hand down to rub at your bundle of nerves. The effect almost instantaneous, as you fell back on the counter, hand over your mouth as you clenched and spasmed around him.

Quickly he pulled out and groaned and he came over your pussy, as if to mark it as his. He slipped his dick back inside you, helping you ride your own wave until you were panting and shuddering under his actions. He finally pulled out and helped you to sit up straight then off the counter to standing, although your legs felt like jelly.

He kissed you again, lingering as you brushed your fingers through his hair. "Goodnight Bucky" you whispered and grabbed your underwear before heading back to your boyfriend's room.

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Next morning you joined everyone at breakfast, the jovial mood from the night before seemed to have remained which you were relieved of. Bucky hadn't appeared yet.

Your boyfriend kissed you when you sat down next to him and you smiled at him. Just as you tucked into your pancakes Bucky appeared, greeting everyone, including you as normal. Things were fine until your boyfriend said, "oh Buck, you live in Brooklyn now right? My girls got a conference in the city next week, do you think she could stay with you for a couple of nights?"

Your eyes widened for a moment as you glanced at Bucky, a big grin breaking out on his face. "Sure, I can't see what would be wrong with that."

Coitus Interruptus

Summary: It’s a quiet Sunday morning when the innocent Evans children wonder straight into their parents bedroom, to find them… What’s the word Chris uses? Oh yeah, wrestling. this is a part of the evans’ series.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Yn Evans

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy kids), oral sex (m receiving), swearing

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Sunday’s aren’t normally this quiet, the weekends are normally welcomed with high pitched screams from Archie or Alex as they argue over pancake toppings or Alba playing music loudly from her room. 

But the quietness only means one thing, they’re still sleeping. So Yn and Chris intend to take the quiet moment to their full opportunity. 

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LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story ~ Masterlist

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“This will all sound cheesy, but I figure that if you’re reading this then you should already be prepared. This is the story of my family. Of our love, our losses, our sacrifices. Of how we fought to stay together, fought to survive. This is the story of Bailey Stark and the Avengers. This is my story.”

This story contains the movies: Avengers Age of Ultron, Captain America Civil War, Spider-Man Homecoming, Avengers Infinity War, Captain Marvel, and Avengers Endgame. It also has stories that happen in between the movies. 

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Sebastian Stan as Hal Carter on the Broadway Play of ‘Picnic’

THE EVE OF A CRUEL ANGEL'S THESIS

CHAPTER 2 : THE CLICHE OF THE DECEASED WIFE

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x Reader

Summary : After years of absence, you were thought to be dead. But here you were, alive and ready to take everything that was yours, or you'd die trying. And this time, you would take both of them with you.

Warning : 18+ ONLY, Minor DNI, canon level violence, mentions of murder, guns and blood, soft!dark, angst, fluff, trauma (mental and physical)

A/N : the fact that i deleted all dialogue except one sentence to make it more emo ?? i have no business being this dramatic

The habit taken by both the mobsters over the five years of your absence all had something to do with you. Some believed that part of the grieving process meant getting back to normal, living as they used to but slowly incorporating small acts and element that reminded of the person they’d lost. They would slowly built their lives over the debris of their destroyed hearts, changing everything in their daily lives to mimic your presence. It was all fake, all of it, but it felt good.

For Steve and Bucky it was the same.

They slowly added elements of you into their lives, even more than what they had already. Slowly, everything they did had to do with you, you had them wrapped around your fingers even when you were gone. The ghost of you still looming over them, watching, controlling just like a puppeteer would.

They refused to believe that you were dead somewhere, possibly because of them. To them, you were alive and safe, somewhere hiding from them. This was the only explanation, the only one they’d take. Call it love, or maybe obsession, they needed to do this. For their safety and the safety of others. You were simply hiding from them to punish them for their sins.

At first it was more to preserve themselves that they had kept this habit, putting you in their lives as if you were still there. Fake it until you make it right ?

Here, they only hoped to survive.

It wasn’t about succeeding, they didn’t expect or want to succeed at anything. They wanted to live. They could never without you, it was simply impossible. Inconceivable even. So they lied to themselves. For the two first years of your absence, they had lied.

The lie had stopped after an additional night of going to sleep in a bed that lacked your scent. The sweet scent of vanilla, brown sugar, lemon and honey, all of it was gone. They’d buried their faces in the pillows, hoping for one last hint of you but all of it was gone now. They had gone above and beyond to keep the ghost of you for as long as possible but the lie could not go on any longer. Everything around made it clear now, you were gone and most likely to never return.

Steve had been the first to accept it, crying in silence while Bucky slowly got more and more violent. He had to watch as the man he loved, his best friend, a piece of him, slowly let it all out, the longing, the pain, the anger, all of it. The screams of pain that resonated in the house were nothing compared to the sound of them from up close. He hugged the man he loved for hours, begging for him to stop, begging for him to try and calm down, but it was impossible. Maybe it was a proof of his love for you, one last declaration before he let go.

James Barnes was not one to let himself be swallowed by his feelings, but he had no choice here. His only way out was to scream, to let his feelings explode and possessed him entirely. This was his only way of feeling you, grappling at the last bit of emotions he could remember from you. Everything that was left of you was gone, or at least everything non-tangible.

For hours they searched the house and gathered everything that you had left. They were certain that you would be back because everything you owned was here. It had actually made more sense for you to have been taken because everything was left behind. They knew you better than anyone and you never left without at least a few of the things you owned. You’d even left your promise ring here. You adored that ring, so why would you leave it behind ?

No matter what they did to you, you'd never leave your promise ring behind.

They’d been desperate to be relieved from the panic and pain from that day. The day you left.

As they both sat, completely silent and staring at the screen in front of them, they watched the last of what they had saved of you.

Pictures, audio recordings and videos, they watched it all, knowing it by heart but never feeling like they’d seen it all. It wasn’t enough, ever. They always needed to see more, to learn and understand more. Something had them convinced that in these videos and photos were hidden the secrets of your whereabouts. Maybe it was paranoia but it looked more like desperation than anything.

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Running inside their home, they could already feel that something was wrong. The feeling of home, the warmth, your scent, it was dissipating in the air with each passing second. The house was cold, as if all the windows had been opened to let out something, to hide something. It was all so windy inside, you’d feel like the smell of the rain that poured outside would’ve spread inside but no. Nothing could hide this familiar scent they’d grown used to, a scent that symbolized the life they lived.

All around, everything smelled like blood, as if dozens of bodies were littered around the place and the smell of their rotting bodies had spread to engulf yours and make it all a memory. You were already fading in their lives, they could feel it.

We could raise that it was the blood that poured out of their own wounds or the rapid pace of their hearts, hammering so violently against their ribcage that it could be heard by anyone around. All these could be the factors that weighted the most in their current state, but they knew better. They knew something was wrong, it was evident. They could feel it trembling in their bones, their entire beings screaming for them to be quick, before it was too late.

They climbed the stairs, running and screaming your name in vain. They pleaded for you to reveal yourself, to make yourself known. They needed to know that you were still here, still with them. It took them an two hours to give up. You weren’t in the house and there was no point in wasting anymore time.

They sent a dozen different teams to look for you, search the entirety of New York and turn it all upside down. Anything that would give them an answer was good enough. Each flight, each train, each taxi and bus. They’d take anything to find you, losing you was never an option. They couldn’t accept it.

“You search all over New York. Every garden, forest, house. Everything that could be familiar to her, where she’d feel safe. You find her.” Had said Bucky, trying his best to maintain himself clear and composed.

To the normal eye, it would feel wrong. The two claimed to love her so deeply but one looked as frozen as ice while the other was absent. But Steve’s absence was enough of an answer to the curiosity of those who did not know better than to assume.

Steve was standing alone, in the room you three shared, holding a bloody cloth. Your scent coated the fabric as well as your blood. He could feel the mix between the heat of a piece of clothing freshly worn, and the freezing liquid.

His silence spoke a thousand words. Words of pure anger, betrayal, fear and desperation. These emotions he’d felt before felt new now, as he’d been reborn after you. Nothing could settle the heart of a men who’d managed to get a taste at unconditional love and acceptance after years of deprivation and self restraint. He’d kept himself and his heart safe by centering it on Bucky alone but you’d been a door to greater bliss and now that he had seen what was out there, he refused to go back in the darkness.

His grip on the piece of cloth was held tight enough to see his knuckles visibly turn white and the excess blood drip all over the skin of his palms.

Bucky stayed quiet, fist held tightly and teeth gritted together. The answer to the question he could feel ring inside his lover’s head stayed stuck in his throat, like a knot of tears threatening to jump out and explode. His only possibility was to hug the man he loved, hug him with all his might and try in vain to sooth the small shake of his large body. He was quickly rejected and watched Steve exit the room sadly.

He needed to find balance in the blond man, needed to remind himself that there was still a chance. Maybe you weren’t far, maybe you’d forgive and forget the events that preceded your disappearance. Maybe you’d be clement, generous and prove to them that you would love them no matter what. This was their hope. Because you had promised to love you with everything you had, no matter what.

But in the world they lived in, hopes were meant to be buried or they’d be crushed.

As the hours passed, the guilt and regret started to pile up over the rest. The exhaustion from the previous days, the bloody wounds and violent migraines. They were drained of life and devastated by the day’s discoveries. Nothing could save them, not even your presence, that could be felt as it slowly dissipated and disappeared with the last bits of your sweet scent and lingering warmth you

They’d lost you.

It took eight hours of search before each team concluded in the worst case scenario, you had disappeared. Above hope, true terror had made its way into their heart and grew each passing second. You could be dead just like you could be alive, but the latter was more probable. They knew the lives they lived and exposed you to, your death could be the only way but mourning was impossible. They couldn’t allow the thought of your death to cement itself in them. They refused to grieve and to move on, so they lived with your shadow looming over them.

quiet moments

pairing: vinnie hacker x reader (established relationship)

prompt: soft relationship moment (fluff)

You laid on the bed with everything hurting. Your legs hurt from all the walking your head hurt severely from the loud music all in all you were tired. After already taking a shower, you were ready to just crawl into bed and sleep. Coachella was fun but god knows I’ll need a few days to recover from it, you thought to yourself as you placed your phone from the bedside table.

You looked up as you heard the bathroom door open. It was Vinnie. After having showered as well, he was only wearing a pair of sweats which hung precariously low on hips. He blew his hair up out of frustration before he spoke.

“Baby can I borrow you for a sec? I need your help.”

“Yeah, what you do need Vin?” You answered getting up and walking towards him. He held your hand and you re-entered the bathroom.

“Can you help with my piercing? I gotta clean it but I can’t get the fucking thing open.” He said turning towards you emphasizing his words with a pout.

“Okay stop swearing, raise your head let me see.”

Vinnie dutifully tilted his head forward so you can see the nose piercing. The skin surrounding it was red from him constantly tugging and turning the ring.

“I see it, I’ll take it out and clean it but you’ll have to squat a bit for me to reach properly.” You said leaning against the counter preparing for him to squat infront of you.

“Shortass but I have a better idea.” Vinnie gently grabbed your waist and placed you up on the counter. He slid your legs apart and lodged himself in between them. Now level headed with him, he looked at you directly in your eyes. “Better?”

“Better”

You held his face with one hand as you fiddled with the piercing trying to get to it. As you removed, cleaned and replaced it, Vinnie kept looking at you. His eyes scanning your face as you focused on your task, occasionally apologizing when you were a bit too rough. His palms were rubbing gentle circles into your knees and thighs where they rested.

Your hands then skirted around to hold his face gently as you brought him for a kiss. You could fell him smile into it as he deepened it.

“All done?” He asked as he pulled away with his cheeks flushed.

“All done. Are you doing your tattoos too?” You said as you gestured to the moisturizer that he applied every night to his tattoos to ensure that they wouldn’t fade.

“Yes please.”

Vinnie helped you down from the counter, holding your hand with one of his and grabbing the moisturizer with another.

He was always like this on nights where it was just the two of you especially when he was very tired. No stream, no tiktok, just the two of you. He was more soft spoken, more touchy even if that seemed impossible. You appreciated it wholeheartedly. As much as you enjoyed watching him stream at nights from the corner of the room where the cameras would not capture you, you enjoyed the nights where the two of you just lazed around and did almost nothing. It was nice being able to not do anything and not feel bored because it meant that you were that comfortable in each other’s presence.

Vinnie laid down on the bed before tugging you down next to him. His eyes followed you and the actions of your hands as you rubbed his tattoos. When it was time for his back, he sat with his back facing you in between your legs with his hands resting on them again as your hands ran across the tattoos that littered his back. After you closed the jar and placed it on the bed, you barely had a moment to think before Vinnie collapsed on to your chest with his head buried in between your breasts.

As you were about to run your fingers through his hair, he bolted at up and turned towards you. You raised your eyebrows questioning his action and he wordlessly reached towards your tee shirt and gave it a gentle tug.

When you did not respond immediately to his action, he gave it another tug.

“Words love, do you want me to take it off?” You asked.

He spoke softly his words weighed down by his tiredness, “Yes please.”

You nodded and shifting back a bit so you could remove the shirt with out hitting him. He turned his body to face you completely and his eyes darting up on down your body. Then his cheeks flushed, you forgot you were not wearing a bra underneath it.

“Sorry I forgot” you began to apologise and reach for the previously discarded shirt.

“No it’s fine, I’m glad.” He said as he gently pushed you backwards so you were now laying on the bed. He then repositioned himself and laid down your body. His head placed on your breasts with one arm wrapped around your body and the other hanging by his side. This was the skin to skin connection that he, and also you, craved desperately. Your fingers instinctively made their way into his hair and he tightened his hold. As you continued to play with his hair you felt his breaths get softer, Vinnie had fallen asleep.

Come back to me - Masterpost

Relationship: Chris Evans X Female!Reader

Rating: E (Minors, I wouldn’t recommend this to you but I can’t really stop you, can I?)

Alternate Universe: Military, Marines Captain Chris, Modern

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Series Warnings: unprotected intercourse, mentions of death, sadness, PTSS, pregnancy, depression, use of guns, torture, violence…

Summary: Marines Captain!Chris Evans x wife!reader. where he gets captured during a classified mission, and is presumed dead. Reader is devastated but she has to endure for their unborn daughter. Almost 3 years later Chris escapes, he’s found passed out in the desert. But he’s scared to go back home, back to her, he has a severe case of ptss, the torture scars to prove it and he doesn’t want to hurt her, she’s better off without him.

1. Chapter 1 

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

I suck at summaries. What can I say? I hope you guys enjoy this fic, feedback is more than welcomed. AKA please talk to me.

would you do a fic for "to love" au with chris evans about one of their kids walking in on them having sex

Pairing || woc!reader x chris evans.

Summary || one of the kids walks on you and chris having an intimate morning.

Genera || fluff with slight smut

Warning || smut stuff, minors don’t interact please.

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you felt him hovering over you both of his hands are on each side of you supporting him. He nuzzled his face into you neck breathing you in before giving you sweet kisses.

His lips brushed across every inch of your skin, leaving a couple of love bites on your collarbone. He licked the columns of you neck from you jaw till between your collarbone “baby..” you moaned.

upon seeing you starting to wake up he kissed your lips “the kids won’t wake up till noon” he told you between kisses before you hold his face between your cold hands pulling him away to breathe.

“Hurry up then” you told him before kissing him back again, you felt him pressing against you, growing harder with each kiss. His hands moved to grab your breast before nipping on your cold skin.

One of his hand moved on top of your panties teasing you a bit “Please chris” you moaned again wanting him to do something rather than teasing you.

Before he can respond to you the door of your bedroom opened revealing your daughter marlyn “mom where’s the- OH MY GOD”

you immediately parted from each other trying to cover up your bodies with the blanket. She pushed the twins out not wanting them to see their parents having sex.

“What do you want baby” you asked Marlyn who’s been glaring at her dad.

“I couldn’t find the pancakes mix” she told you now her eyes are facing the floor feeling embarrassed.

“Okay we will be there” you replied and she immediately closed the door,

You turned to him “seriously? they won’t wake up till noon?”

“I didn’t know those little shits will be awake at-“ he looked to the clock beside him then back at you “-ten in the morning!!”

“You owe me an orgasm” you glared at him and continued calmly “I’m just glad it wasn’t Marcus, my baby won’t handle it” you were relieved that it wasn’t your oldest boy, it wasn’t fair for your daughter or chris but that their problem.

You wore your robe and headed downstairs to the kitchen after brushing your teeth and washing your face. Leaving the room for chris to shower.

“Okay what do you want guys” you saw all of your kids except Alicia and lucas who were heavy sleepers and won’t be awake till two afternoon.

“Oh god I can’t unsee it” your daughter said slamming her head to the counter.

“Stop being dramatic, it was barely anything” you replied while taking the mix out of the drawer. You looked at your twins playing with each other “they didn’t see anything?”

Marlyn nodded “ i need to go shopping so i can forget”

Your husband came in “please i need to forget too”

Marlyn looked at him unbelieving “you were having the best of your time what you want to forget about???”

“Baby calm down, i’ll take you out shopping and we will forget about it” you told her smiling.

“That’s what you get when you don’t know your manners” Marcus interfered. You smiled at him warmly. He’s right not because he’s your favourite but if she knocked this won’t happen. “Shut up” marlyn told him covering her face.

“No he’s right, it won’t kill you to knock on the door” Chris told her.

She looked at him for a couple of seconds like they’re in staring contest. They’ve been like this since she was young, always competing with each other.

“I’m just here to inherit your money” she told him before taking the biscuits in front of her and head to her room.

“She reminds me of someone” he said looking around.

you and your son looked at each other sharing a look before looking at him “yeah you”

Do I wanna know? | masterlist

summary: yelena belova wants revenge for her sister and y/n is, for the first time, able to give her word to someone she cares about and so she has a new mission: kill the winter soldier. Easy, right? no absolutely not, because the more that she tries to kill bucky, the closer he is to finding the assassin he can’t stop thinking about.

you would think that someone holding a knife against your throat would be enough for you to lose interest but apparently, it’s not on either y/n’s or bucky’s book. hating each other and lying to themselves isn't really nice and neither is being chased by old enemies while they have clandestine meetings, but what can they do about it?

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10*| Chapter 11 (scheduled for a week from latest update- read early on my ko-fi!!)

updates on friday or tuesday (hopefully)

also, smut: *

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family shenanigans

she/her pronouns

summary: in which y/n’s family has a fun day out :))

warnings: dad!vinnie, fluff, mentions of sexual themes/acts

if the child’s name so happens to be your name just change it <3

I JUST GOT INTENSE BABY FEVER RANDOMLY??? LIKE HELLO??

y/n stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body and something covering her hair from dripping along her skin.

the clock in the corner read 9:34am as y/n slipped on her mom jeans and black crop top.

hanging up her towel, she opened up the door to see vinnie still asleep with lilah curled against his chest.

y/n grinned at the sight. vinnie has been her boyfriend for three years now; the pair got together their junior year of high school.

lilah just turned eight months and while it was exhausting being teen parents, it was also rewarding greatly to y/n that she and vinnie were able to support themselves and a child.

y/n took her phone out and snapped a picture. as vinnie began to stir in his sleep, lilah did the same.

like father like daughter…

lilah opened her (e/c) eyes, her long lashes moving up and down.

vinnie rubbed his eyes as he adjusted to the sunlight that dared to peak through the curtains. “what time is it?” he rasped out.

y/n unplugged her phone from the charger. “9:40” she said.

vinnie rubbed the backside of her leg as she stood over him, reaching for lilah.

“good morning, sweet girl,” y/n awed. lilah pushed her face into y/n’s shoulder.

“good morning, baby,” y/n leaned down to press a kiss to vinnie’s lips.

“my wonderful girls,” vinnie grinned, watching y/n from above him.

y/n ran a finger through his messy blond locks. “you should get up and ready, we need to run some errands before we have lunch with the hype house.”

y/n and vinnie began renting their own apartment just outside of LA when y/n got pregnant. while they wanted to stay because of their careers and friends, they knew raising a child in the middle of LA would not be the safest.

“are you cool with feeding her while i shower real quick?” vinnie asked, now sitting up as he pushed his hair out of his eyes.

“yeah,” y/n nodded.

lilah was babbling in y/n’s arms when vinnie stood up, planting kisses on both his girl’s foreheads.

“mhm, love you,” vinnie hummed.

“love you too,” y/n called out.

she took lilah into the small kitchen, placing the child into the high chair. “okay, let’s see. what do you want for breakfast, hm?”

y/n heard the shower go off as she began smashing some bananas and strawberries.

minutes later y/n wiped away the food from lilah’s chin as vinnie came walking out with wet hair, a towel on his waist.

“babe, do you know where my boxers are?” he asked.

“uh, i think there’s some in the dryer. god damn, you’re making me ready for baby two,” y/n joked.

vinnie tried to hide his blushing face as he skidded back to their shared bedroom.

y/n went into lilah’s small bedroom and pulled out an outfit for the toddler. vinnie came into the room, now fully dressed and smelling of cologne.

“want me to wash her off?” vinnie asked as lilah grabbed onto vinnie’s leg.

“please. then get her dressed, if you can. i’m gonna pack some of our stuff.”

-

twenty minutes later vinnie came out with lilah in his arms, a happy grin on both their faces as he tickled her. y/n smiled widely, her heart melting as she picked up the diaper bag.

“okay. we need to go to the trader joes, target, then go to the hype house for lunch.”

vinnie nodded along to what y/n was saying. “ready?” he asked.

“mhm.”

-

“vinnie, we don’t need that-“ y/n approached her boyfriend as he put baby clothes into the basket.

“yes we do! look- she’ll look adorable!” vinnie argued. y/n stared at vinnie, him staring her dead in the eyes firmly before she gave in.

“fine! i can’t resist you right now.” y/n laughed, referring to vinnie holding lilah in a baby carrier (that he insisted on having) strapped to his body.

the baby babbled as she sucked on her finger, vinnie a proud dad as he grinned.

“dilf?” he asked with a smirk.

“definitely,” y/n laughed.

-

after more shopping, vinnie finally drove into the drive way of the hype house. y/n grabbed lilah as vinnie grabbed the diaper bag and they rang the doorbell.

“my baby!” kouvr opened the door, taking lilah from y/n.

“hey!” everyone said as the couple walked into the living room.

vinnie placed his hand on y/n’s back as they followed and sat down. “our favorite child!” thomas smiled, finally taking lilah from alex and kouvr.

jett and vinnie did their bro handshake, getting distracted when jack walked over and jett began expressing to vinnie about the cars they were working on.

“how’s lilah? is she sleeping better?” mia asked, playing with the baby in thomas’ hands.

“yes, thank god. she barely wakes up anymore,” y/n responded. she watched vinnie leave towards the front door with jett and jack.

“men and their cars,” y/n joked.

the group created small talk while they waited for the pizza and chicken wings to arrive. twenty minutes later, the three boys came back in raving about the new motor jett put in.

alex and thomas went to get the pizza from the front door as everyone settled into the kitchen. “you okay?” vinnie asked y/n.

y/n nodded. “can you go get food for lilah while i make us plates?” she asked.

vinnie agreed, kissing y/n on the head before walking over to the diaper bag and grabbing baby food.

“i wanna feed lilah!” kouvr exclaimed, taking the baby food from vinnie.

when y/n was pregnant, alex and kouvr insisted on buying a high chair for the house so whenever they were over lilah got proper care.

y/n let herself fall into a conversation with everyone. vinnie rubbed circles on her thigh comfortingly, enjoying being in the presence of everyone again.

-

later that night, y/n and vinnie wandered into their apartment and got lilah ready for bed before putting her in the crib.

vinnie and y/n hopped in the shower together, “saving water” (as vinnie calls it).

y/n sighed as she finally slipped under the warm covers. vinnie checked the baby monitor, his hair dripping wet as he stood in boxers by the dresser.

“she’s still asleep,” vinnie told her. he laid down next to y/n, feeling her cuddle into him.

“i love our little family,” y/n whispered. her eyelids were desperately trying to close.

vinnie pressed a kiss to her nose. “i love you.”

“i love you.”