Bucky slammed his phone down on the kitchen counter louder than he intended. He roughly shoved his hands in his pockets to remove his keys, wallet, and everything else that felt too heavy for him to bear in the moment. His nostrils flared, as they always did when he was angry or frustrated, a telltale sign that he was in a bad mood. The vein in his head pulsated, and he felt a tension headache brewing.

You quietly watched Bucky from across the room. He acknowledged that you were on a work call and was trying his hardest to keep his composure, but try as he may, he couldn’t hide anything from you.

Walker entered the room to grab something from the fridge, Bucky's hostile glare meeting his eyes. “What's the evil eye for Barnes?” He scoffed, never really able to read social cues. He was searching the fridge for a snack and rummaged through all the drawers loudly.

“Walker, are you fucking serious? Y/N is on a work call” Bucky hissed, as he loosened his tie and kicked off his dress shoes. His heart was racing inside his chest, Walker was the last person he wanted to speak to right now.

“My bad!” He threw his hands up defensively before he started to whisper “Hey, how did the congress thing go? I bet they were pissed about your resig-“

Before Bucky physically threw Walker into a wall you wrapped up your call and walked over to the pair. Bucky's back muscles were noticeably tense, and both fists were flexing so you knew Bucky was about to explode.

“John-” you placed your hand on Bucky's forearm softly, as you felt him immediately soften under your touch. “Can you give us a minute?” You smiled sweetly but your eyes widened in a way that John understood. You both had a mutual respect for one another, so he nodded and took his snack to his room.

You turned toward Bucky, his eyes were a darker shade of blue than normal, glacial. His face was still tinged pink with annoyance as you quickly worked to wrap your arms around his torso.

“Talk to me baby” you whispered into his stomach as you hugged him, his once tense body finally able to relax under your touch. You made him feel lighter, and at ease. The smell of your sweet perfume grounded him.

“It went so bad” he groaned, wrapping his arms around you so that you were both holding one another and swaying slightly. He couldn’t fathom how to put his feelings into words now that you were here to comfort him, he just couldn’t find himself to be upset anymore.

You felt his chest rise and fall, it was as if he was finally breathing easier. You noticed that he wasn’t as frustrated now as he was about two minutes ago, a faint smile spread across your face.

“How do you do that so well?” He effortlessly picked you up and placed you on the countertop so that the two of you were at eye level.

You decide to play coy, looking at him innocently with a smile. “Do what?”

“Center me? Calm whatever crazy storm I got in this head of mine” he lets out a low chuckle, as he leans into you, his mouth inches from yours.

“Because I love you” you hummed as you kissed him, your hands cupping his perfectly chiseled cheekbones.

finding out (part 2)

part 1

Joel x younger!reader

warnings: mdni, age gap (reader 18+), pregnancy kink, breeding kink, mostly fluffy, Joel being feral and possessive, lots of praising, size kink hints, daddy kink if you squint, feral!Joel behavior, no dark content.

You barely get the words out — a tiny, breathless whisper of “Joel… I’m pregnant,” — before he’s grabbing you, rough and desperate, pulling you into his chest so hard you lose your breath.

His hands are everywhere. One palm slides down to your stomach, possessive and trembling, while the other cradles the back of your head like you’re something sacred.

He exhales a shaky, broken sound. His forehead presses against yours, the smell of him wrapping around you, sweat and sawdust and something rawer underneath.

“Mine,” he growls, almost like he’s in pain.

“You hear me, baby? That’s mine. You’re mine. Always fuckin’ mine.”

You nod, tearful, smiling against his mouth as he kisses you — messy, frantic kisses, like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

His hand spreads wider over your belly, protective, awestruck. A little life. His life.

You feel him shudder all over, feel the thick ridge of him pressing against your hip through his jeans, already hard again.

“Gonna take care of you,” he mutters between kisses, “gonna give you everything, fuck, look at what we made, look what I did to you, sweet girl—”

His voice cracks on it. He sinks to his knees in front of you without a second thought, pressing a worshipful kiss to your lower belly through your soft shirt.

“Thank you,” he breathes. “Thank you, baby. Gonna make you so happy. Gonna take such good care of my girls.” He had already decided the gender in his head, he just knew.

His hands clutch at your thighs, bruising. His mouth works lower, feverish, messy, worshipping you.

You tangle your fingers in his curls as he looks up at you with wide, dark eyes — hungry and reverent all at once.

You’d never seen him look more feral. Or more in love.

and reader and jj are best friends (they have secret feelings for each other tho) and maybe they're hanging out in her room, or the chateau just the two of them (maybe jj even knows she's on her period ? bc like their relationship - really, her relationship with all the pogues - is just casual like that: there's barely any awkwardness when it comes to stuff like that

please, and thank you :) (btw i'm cramping so bad rn lollll)

Quiet Anchors

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Female!Reader Word Count: ~500 words Vibe: Soft hurt/comfort, heavy pining, domestic Pogue life. Author's Note: Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it. Want to see more from polaroidpankow? Check out my masterlist.

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The humidity in the Chateau was stifling, but you were currently shivering under a leaden duvet, curled into a ball so tight your muscles ached. Your lower back felt like it was being put through a wood chipper, and every time the fan oscillated back toward you, the slight breeze made the nausea roll over you in waves.

"Hey, Pogue? You still breathing under there?"

JJ's voice was low, devoid of its usual frantic energy. He didn't wait for an answer–he never did–and pushed the door open. He was shirtless, his skin still damp from a midday surf, carrying a lukewarm Gatorade and a sleeve of saltines.

"Go away," you groaned, the sound muffled by your pillow. "I'm dying. Tell Pope he can have my surfboard."

JJ chuckled, but it was soft, lacking any bite. He dropped onto the edge of the bed, the mattress divot pulling you toward him. He knew the drill. It wasn't awkward; it never had been. Between living on the marsh and spending every waking hour together, the Pogues knew your cycle almost better than you did.

"You're not dying, you're just... shedding," JJ said, reaching out to peel the comforter back just enough to see your pale face. His expression shifted instantly, the playfulness dying when he saw the beads of sweat on your forehead. "Whoa, okay. You look like you're gonna hurl, kid. Bad this time?"

"The worst," you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as another cramp flared. "I feel like I'm being turned inside out."

Without a word, JJ disappeared. You heard the sink run, the clinking of a glass, and the rustling of a medicine cabinet. When he returned, he didn't just hand you the pills; he slid behind you, his chest a warm, solid wall against your back.

"Sit up, just for a second. Drink this."

He guided the glass to your lips, his hand steady. Once you swallowed the ibuprofen, he tucked you back into his side. His large, calloused hand slid under your shirt, resting directly over your lower abdomen. His skin was hot--always hot--and the heat of his palm felt like a miracle against the localized storm in your gut.

"JJ," you breathed, your heart fluttering for a reason that had nothing to do with pain.

"Shut up and rest," he murmured into your hair. His thumb began to move in slow, rhythmic circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. "I got you. Just breathe."

You let your head fall back against his shoulder, the scent of salt and cheap sunscreen wrapping around you like a cocoon. You knew you should probably tell him that "best friends" didn't usually cuddle like this for hours. You should mention that the way he was looking at you–like you were something fragile and precious–was making your pulse race.

But as the pain finally began to dull into a hazy ache, anchored by the weight of his hand, you decided that the secret could stay safe for one more afternoon.

"Better?" he whispered.

Dallas Winston x innocent reader

warnings : hickeys, kissing, handsy

You wake up in Dallys bed close to his chest his arm wrapped around you. He never let you go at night he was scared you’d disappear or something. You feel this sort of throb in your neck it didn’t hurt too bad but it definitely ached a little.

you slip out of dallys grip walking to the bathroom quietly not wanting to wake his sleepy figure. Turning on the light you see these purple marks on your neck. As you weren’t experienced at all in fact Dallas was your first boyfriend you immediately tought something was terribly wrong. you walk over to the bed trying to wake him up.

“dal wake up please i think somethings wrong” you say a sense of panic laced my voice.

He grumbles his eyes still closed “what’s wrong princess”

“somethings wrong with my neck”

he opened his eyes immediately seeing the purple marks on your neck he just laughs.

You furrow your brows innocently “ this isn’t funny Dallas”

he looks at you a shit eating grin on his face he lived how innocent you were “ sweetheart remember when I was kissing your neck last night hm?”

“Yes” oh no did you give me some sort of disease you say panicked. “Dally I don’t like the doctor”

he laughs again “no when I kissed you it left some bruises there called hickeys it’s like a way of marking you kinda to show everyone your mine sweetheart” he says his tone soft.

blush crept over your face in embarrassment but also how flustered he got you from saying he wanted to mark you his

He giggles “cmere doll” he says pulling you back into bed. “ they don’t hurt. do they?” He says his tone now caring and loving.

“ just a tiny bit” you say softly “it just feels a bit weird” i say snuggling into him.

“you’ll get used to it I promise” he says tracing circles on your arm as he both drift off to sleep…

2 in a day who is she?! anyways enjoy!

warnings:none? as usual any lmk!

wc:647

Peter groaned as he finally woke up, and blinked his eyes open. "Baby?" he mumbled, voice hoarse from sleep. He fumbled with the covers for a while before he realised that you weren't in bed, which was strange. You always slept in.

He pulled himself out of bed, using one hand to open the door and the other to rub his eyes. "Sweetheart, what are you doing up?" your boyfriend called.

He heard a soft, "oh, shit!" Following your voice to the kitchen, he heard frantic noises as you fumbled with the lighter.

A smile sparked on his face when he realised what you were doing. "You remembered?" he asked softly, hugging you from behind.

"Of course I did. Happy birthday, my love," you said, turning around to face him and giving him a morning kiss.

"You know, you didn't have to do anything," he said when you pulled away, looking around the room to see balloons and a his own homemade birthday cake. He smiled to himself when he saw your handwriting, spelling 'happy birthday to my favourite person' messily on the cake. The fact that he could barely make it out made it all the more special to him.

"I know, Pete." you murmured. "I wanted to." Your boyfriend grasped your chin and pulled you in for a second kiss, one that made butterflies swarm in your stomach.

You pushed him away, giggling as you stood on your tiptoes to cup his face. "Okay, now make your wish, the wax is going to drip everywhere."

send me a character (Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak[Grant] or Steve)

and send me a number!

and i'll write a little blurb about the character based off the number!

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always been you.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

“You should probably go home.” “But I'm already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You took all the pillows so i’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Can you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?”

“I’m pretty sure she/he’s my soulmate.”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my parents would be proud if I brought you home.”

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen them smile like that in ages.”

“You made me a better person. Thank you.”

“This reminded me of you.”

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight.”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you again. I promise.”

“Make a wish.”

“I love seeing your smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there fro you.”

“I couldn’t just get you out of my mind.”

“You’re a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you’d like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let me heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

"You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

“Its okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

aaah lol got you!! i love writing dad ross very much 🥹