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A sturdy thigh in between yours which purpose is for your cunt to grind on. Although, you don’t give yourself nor him that satisfaction of him knowing he’s completely won your heart and body over.

A sturdy thigh in between yours which purpose is for your cunt to grind on. Although, you don’t give yourself nor him that satisfaction of him knowing he’s completely won your heart and body over.

A sturdy thigh in between yours which purpose is for your cunt to grind on. Although, you don’t give yourself nor him that satisfaction of him knowing he’s completely won your heart and body over.

Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, to keep your sweet sounds to yourself and to keep him from slipping his tongue with yours — and of course he takes over in his simple reign.

he always does.

Maybe you’re weak for letting him take over but you’d rather be weak in his arms. With his head in the crook of your neck and his hands taking in each dip and curve of your body.

It’s the safest you feel when you’re putty in his arms and the closest you feel to any real heaven. where the hummingbirds kept away in the depths of your sanguine heart — reveal their feather sharp wings.

This “friend” for an angel, this divine angel takes his chaste halo and slices his name onto your skin with each searing kiss. The sighs that flow from your mouth purely heaven borne, without the bitter tinge of heart ache—

There is no ache left in your heart with Hayden here to make you feel more valuable and precious than any million dollar painting. However, there is only one ache that needs to be eased... and it’s the clandestine jewel between your legs.

Your dreamboy knows how to soothe it. He knows how to make you feel the moon eclipsing in your bones, makes you feel like the sun is rising in your veins.

for you, only for you.

Even now, when it’s hidden away under the twilight blanket of twinkling stars and the moon’s shining it’s silvery gloss — he’ll harness the sun and gift it for you.

It’s impossible, but maybe if you weren’t so love drunk off his wet kisses you wouldn’t believe such a thing. Hayden doesn’t possess that power but there are so many things you believe about him that don’t need any rational explanation.

If we speak up about the whispers of blasphemy, it’s in which you both bare you’re own mythological theories about each other — but that in itself is more then enough reason to be careful.

And dear Hayden is careful, so very careful.

Because he doesn’t want to ruin what’s already broken — but it’s his fault for falling in love, you try to play at your defense despite it falling flat — it’s also his fault for making you fall in love, no it is not.

Pacing heart trembles at this truth, you swore to the moon and stars you wouldn’t and now you have.

Why does it feel so unpredictable that he’s being so tender and delicate with you? Why does it feel so unpredictable that you’ve told him a shameful secret and he still loves you?

It’s enough to make you want to sing, to make you want to dance, to make you agree with the blasphemies that spill from his lips — he’s in love with you, he’s worshipping you, you, you.

Hayden’s makes you feel holy, his dewy eyes shining in porcelain moonlight and his hair the color of apricot sap on milky skin. Hayden makes you feel unholy, with his head between your breasts and his hands grasping what he claims is now his.

Hayden’s very own crescent moon as he bites and sucks his ripe pink lips onto your cleavage. The softness and form of his hands are perfect to cup your face as his honey dripping teeth graze against the baby soft skin of your neck. As those slender fingers tease the clasps of the designer corset, as they play with the waistband of your satin skirt.

It’s sudden when he lifts you up more against the wall, making you gasp when he stops sucking against your neck — to bite, hard that it hurts pleasants and sharp that it leaves his marks.

Bare legs wrap tighter around his waist while you moves down to nibble on your tits. Pulling this demon, this angel, this whatever he may be impossibly closer to you.

Because he may not be the prince you’re heart wished for but the absent crown that would be shining against his golden locks is replaced with your fingers. Tracing them in between your digits as his teeth grip the strings keeping the corset from unfolding.

Half lid eyes stare down at his, twinkling in their boyish charm and as much as you want him to continue the chances of somebody passing by this empty gallery are still high.

“Are you okay dove?” you don’t even recognize the deep depth of his voice although it’s raspy low tone does much to heat up your core as he rasps your tits.

“You seem a bit tense.” his large palms rub against the material that scratch against your hardening nipples.

“Is there anything I could help you with?” slim fingers slipping under the sweetheart neckline and to roll the peak buds, caressing the soft warm skin of your busts plumpness.

Burning rays of sun, shining from birthmarks and scars, break open the endless sky under your skin. Revealing the sparkling moon in Hayden’s eyes, you can’t move your lips to answer him. Oh, how you want to but there doesn’t seem to be any clever or snarky remarks for you to say.

The only thing left for you to say is sitting heavily on the tip of your tongue. A plead for him to take you. To take and devour your everything so he could make you feel again.

“C’mon dove, sing for me.” then he wraps his lips around your nipple and you might cry, “I wanna hear you tell me what you want from me,” flicking his tongue the over the bud until he moves to bring the same attention to the other.

“I needa know you want me- like I want you,” a broken sob or moan - whatever it maybe that breaks from you on the account of his words fills your heart. So similar to a flask of moonshine - like a jar of honey so sweet and thick.

Their merciless torment even more inflicting than the feel of his lips, teeth and tongue on your breasts. By that it’s put on pause when he glances up at you since he doesn’t feel your gaze anymore.

Hayden’s right, since you stare at the dark abyss of the high windows revealing the moon. Twinning flowers from moonlight down upon you, you’re conflicted on how you should answer back without sounding desperate. Without sounding that if he leaves you this wrecked by him by this heavenly treatment you’ll fall to pieces.

tears begin to sprout and you aren’t sure why.

Maybe because he’s teasing you to tears and you don’t deserve this moment of pleasure or because you really don’t know how to respond without seeming like he possesses your everything.

You didn’t sign up for this when you agreed on this little date but you suppose that with the shake of hesitancy in Hayden’s hands you aren’t the only one feeling this way. The movements of his lips have slowed, becoming uncertain on what exactly you both are and what you both are feeling.

There’s only one affirmation clear that stands solidly between both your love drunk bodies — he doesn’t want to hurt you, you don’t want to hurt him.

So with that you finally manage to speak the three words you both have been yearning to be spoken.

“I need you.”

Everything seems to hit resume when he rises to press your mouth to his. Those lashes that usually rest on his cheek bone now flutter against yours and he kisses you like you’re a vision that graced his eyelids.

Making you feel like Aphrodite herself — like you’re the holiest thing in this museum of ancient art and sculptures.

Hayden seems to enjoy it, biting your bottom lip lightly whilst taking a handful of your tit reckoning another moan spilling in his mouth. Wrapping your arms around him to bring him closer to you, and he seems to find a resolution by pushing the loosen corset down.

Those devious fingers of his other hand slip under the waist band of your skirt, trailing a path of sparks against the soft skin under your belly button. Playing with the subtle wet lace that covers your soaked clit.

Hayden knows and you fear — that with just another stroke of his thumb, maybe even a graze of his knuckles sliding against your clothed core — you’ll pour your spent onto his hand like a glass of spilt milk.

Warm and slick just like he’s imagined before on hot nights with his hand around his cock. Fantasized about it constantly when you two held hands under the golden lightening of hanged paintings long moments ago in the early night.

An absolute addict Hayden is of you, even when he still hasn’t even tasted you. with all the strength in him to pull himself through this hungry kiss he wants — he fucking needs to lap you up until all he can ever taste is you on his tongue.

That ditzy reverie has his cock becoming too strained in his jeans, makes his head swirl with thoughts of your naked glory sprawled on his bed sheets. Fucking hell he needs it, makes it crystal clear as he’s rubbing his throbbing erection against your soaked clothed core.

Leaving you both hissing at the contact, his hands flesh against your waist as your hands grasp his biceps. Pulling his lips away, they hover over yours as he presses his temple against yours.

Manicured fingers in the blond of his hair — soaking in your honeypot gaze dripping in need and yearn, reflecting off his steel blue eagerness that amplifies with the thump in his ribcage, Hayden’s words him against yours :

“Let me take you home?”

Those blue irises don’t leave yours, not even when it takes less than a second for him to blink they timidly search for an answer. Gliding your fingers from his hair, you place them to hold his jaw.

A single thumb rubbing soothing crickets to calm Hayden’s anxious heart, your small actions always put him at ease. Although, the real magic is when you smile at him and pull your mouth to his for a kiss.

It feels like an offering when he hums in your mouth and it tastes like a gift when your tongue graces the cherry chapstick on his bottom lip.

“Take me home.”

all this action with unspoken virtue is in fact, getting caught live on the video camera that stands on the night stand besides Hayden’s- your dreamboy’s, bedside table. that boyish blush hot pink like the hello kitty charm hanging off the camera’s scope. swinging back and forth at the will of the Manhattan breeze of another summer nights rainstorm.

getting the scandalous and risqué close ups of Hayden’s large soft hands, so hesitant to slip off those tiny lace olive green panties that deliciously wrapped your hips and slicked cunt. rubbing and slightly grinding on his brick hard member that begs to be released from his black boxers.

the sweet music of your moans and his whimpers as the pitter patter of the sensual rain plays in the background. moonlight streaming through the dewdrop dripping glass of the French panels, chances of lightning brightening up the low lamp lit room while boisterous thunder helps arouse your actions further.

biting that ripe bottom lip, fresh and rosy like strawberries in the glowing warmth of spring. making those lips part in a gasp, feeling your own smirking before slipping your tongue and melting in the warmth of his mouth. still slightly ashamed but craving this attention, even with it’s normally obscure perks you certainly weren’t one to not give your all.

especially with someone as glorious and gorgeous as the boy who melts under your position. breaking off the kiss, you grab the video camera and the blush to your amusement deepens in its roseate pigment. aiming the camera to his sunkissed chest, your manicured hands glide through the freckles that speckle his biceps and abs. if you had all the time the universe possessed you would kiss each and everyone.

those divine copper constellations on his broad milky way skin, a sea of stars that found a way home to your heart.

biting back the need to do so, those talons for nails tenderly scratch the space between his pecs to the abdominal muscle. ravishing in his whimpers and pleads for you to touch him, kiss him, fuck him.

Hayden, oh sweet Hayden is still too flustered to ever consider he’d have a chance to do something like this- especially with someone he’s so close with.

you’re his friend.

even when you both are developing this faultless case of mutual obsession towards one another, it still didn’t feel right. those feelings are suppose to be kept locked in a chest buried deep in the ale of your ribs, but it’s another thing to remember that you both are contrived of the same emotions, desires, the same rib.

all these moments you both play in the dark, fluorescent and keen to all the events that have added up till now. perfuming this cloud of unspoken desire and admiration as you both drank in your movements and words- you both are crossing a line now.

before it was late night flirts as you both enjoyed the city lights, eating Harlem styled pizzas on the ancient steps of the metropolitan. before it was curious touches in the elevator of his apartment after you both drank your weight and laughed it off at one the bars. before it was just a dance, a game to just find a little pleasure to entertain the misery of your lonely lives after graduating Harvard.

you both know what you’re doing now, you both just don’t want to stop.

even though you’re his dear friend that has been with him through thick and thin, through soaring high and bellowing lows- he has secretly been dreaming of this exact moment.

with your hair beautifully falling in curly strands around your face as you grind on him. those glossy lips he has finally had the chance to feel against his own part when he graze your clothed cunt against his member. to feel the weight of your temple like body straddling his hips and doing whatever you wished with him.

maybe without the video camera... but that’s just one of the perks when he’s tangled with a wild card as a friend.

his sweet friend that he has been trying so so hard to keep at that but it was a magically way the universe plays match maker when it comes to loneliness. however that dreaded emotion doesn’t seem to present itself this rainy night, if anything he still feels his heart bursting and collapsing within itself when you kiss him harder.

sparking in streamers of birthday cake and disintegrating into raspberry confetti, a party for you both to enjoy just as the one you and him left. rather too earlier but there’s always a good enough excuse for you both to abandon those overrated galas that entertained the poor souls of the upper east side.

the excuse? loneliness.

the sickening emotion always seemed to invite itself in the crowds of carefree blood blues. with their charmingly vindictive smiles and sharp cruel eyes, but oh how they’d keep away knowing your speciality. how Hayden was suppose to keep away and not cross the golden boundary of friends and unspoken lovers but your dear friend is in desperate need of adventure and passion.

loneliness can do so so much to ones confidence in finding their own hidden desires and it was no secret that even when you and him were friends that he imagined you in this very position. on top of him with your lips pressed against his, despite you the special gift you have with being a heartbreaker...

a maneater of innocent hearts.

they called you so for a reason and Hayden out of all people should have taken that as a warning to back away but damn were you a teacup of candy floss rosé to his ideal and rather boring empty bottles of beer. so inviting and pleasing to the eyes and desire in the soft plump curves that showcased through that silk slip dress. which now lays on the polished flooring along with his button up and jeans.

“y/n?” his voice murmurs against your peachy lips, tasting fresh of saccharine apricot and lingering spearmint. attempting to mask the bitter sparkling champagne enveloped on your candy red tongues.

it’s sweet addicting poison and your heart can’t help but melt when his tongue laces with yours. the bitter citrus remands of your chapstick plastered on his lips for so long now.

you want more.

“shhh baby let me kiss you more,” you hush him with another kiss and Hayden obliges, because before you both know it after several hesitant lingers you helped assure we’re perfectly fine- your dreamboy finally has his hands fully contacted on your bare waist, still nervous and hesitant if he’s doing this right.

no no, that just won’t do.

properly angling the video camera back on the nightstand, giggling when he rises to kiss your neck and the peaks of your breasts. leaning into his large warm hands, they feel heavenly and sinful with each motion as they glide up and down your back. stopping abruptly before he could graze the strap of your bra, feeling his hands- his eyes fill to the brink asking for permission when the lace material come in contact with his fingertips.

it makes you smirk while you caress that panty dropping jaw. stroking your fingers around his chin before grasping it, leaning it up for him to look up at you and like the succubus people make out of you- you drink in the lust and the vulnerability that pours in tiny crystalline tears at the corner of his eyelids.

“Hayden will you be a dear and take this off?” you hum, moaning when those devious hands are removed from your body and his stance becomes attentive and aware. lifting his back away from the bed, looking up at you gesturing to the black lacy bra that cups your tits nicely. “its goodbye has been long overdue, don’t you think so dreamboy?”

dreamboy.

that pet name has him swallowing thickly along with those cloudless blue hues glazing over with admiration. even when he despised it at first, you’re reeling in his neediness while feasting on his body and heart. he won’t condemn you from doing so, as long as you’re gentle, he craves your gentleness as much as your eagerness.

Hayden nods his head in a rapid pace, those hands that have been on your hips glide up to your tits. he would be lying if he said that he hasn’t stolen looks at your cleavage from time to time or felt his swimming trunks tighten when you laid on the Hampton’s golden sands in those skimpy designer bikinis when you both settled in his beach house for memorable sweet summers away from Harvard.

now nothing is keeping those slender fingers from unlatching the metal clapse, radiating warmth skimming your skin. almost teasingly and you wonder if he’s doing it intentionally until your eyes catch the way he bites his bottom lip when the material parts. gliding the straps off easily but slowly until the bra falls on the floor and your tits fall, if you thought he was hard before he’s unbelievably hard now.

“now it’s time to take these off.” you perk while gesturing to your panties, snapping the material at the waistline. “they’re so uncomfortable and they’re getting in the way. I can’t make you feel good with these on, take them off for me Hayden. pretty please with cherries on top,” holding back a smirk you watch as he falls his head against the pillow as you keep rubbing your clothed folds against his cock.

blue hues trained to your tits then to your lips, hands kneading your hips and to your surprise he does grip your panties- then rips them.

the sound of the expansive fabric ripping fills the room and so does the gasp that follows as he throws the now useless scraps to the floor. slender fingers gliding through your wetness, teasing your hole with just the tip of his digits cause isn’t you to bite back a moan. keeping yourself from grinding yourself on his fingers, shocked at how bold he’s become you snap out of your dazed state.

with what you believed to be a somewhat choked sound coming from Hayden’s mouth you get off him but sit on the bed. his eyes drinking in your bare body and all it’s baked gloriousness with each bend of your limbs and sway to your assets. “d-did I do something wrong?”

you shake your head no, a mischievous smirk plastered on your face as you pose for the video camera. the screen faced to you so you can see how your tits pressed against each other and the low lighting making the shadows of your face deepen your most beautiful features.

confidence radiating you with each flutter of your bambi lashes you bat then innocently at your dream boy. taking in the lust clouding in his sky blue eyes along with the heavy pants that finish in stuttering cries. biting your bottom lip, you take the waistline of his boxers and dip your fingers underneath them. the coolness of your fingertips meet the hot skin of his crotch and any further would you outline his cock.

there Hayden thrusts his hips shamelessly to meet your touch and you giggle. “please y/n take them off! god please!” Hayden whimpers and just when you take his bulge in your hands you turns into a mumbling whimpering mess of mumbling y/n’s and emphasized pleases.

it’s music to your ears.

video camera in hand again, your excitement shows in the way your rubbing your knees together. sensual honey dripping sloppily from your cunt sticky and slick against your plush inner thighs but you wonder how his cum would taste. playing with your nipple with the other, watching Hayden’s eyes dash from the camera to your golden ring fingers twirling around the stiff bud.

those golden rings that glow in the low light that only his bedside lamp provides but he can still feel your hungry panther stare. “enjoying the view pretty boy?” that other nickname spoken numerous times but this time it isn’t filled with platonic playfulness, your hand pumping his cock proves so but he doesn’t roll his eyes in annoyance but rolls them back into his skull.

pulling those sweet sounds from him in his pleads, eyes focusing on you to your hand covered in rings glowing with each movement the light reflects. it’s so hypnotizing that Hayden doesn’t notice the fabric of his boxers gently scratching his crotch. freeing his thick cock, the video camera immediately focuses. analyzing every popping vein, the slickness of his balls and you swear you almost moan at the sight.

fuck that- you almost forgot to save whatever chaste that’s left of you because your eyes don’t stop drink this angel of yours up and down.

because Hayden is nothing at all like the hook ups and one night stands you were accustomed to. because Hayden might be the only person you’ll allow yourself to be this emotionally vulnerable with. because Hayden already has your heart and you need to make that clear by the end of tonight.

maybe prepare for it to break if he doesn’t want to accept it but you keep that dreaded heartache and your bitter tears bottled up.

this dreamboy had a charming smile to match his gorgeous face to match the perfection that was his cock. that thick cock bounced up and slapped against his abs you swear you almost came at the sight.

taking him in your hands again, you stroke his shaft. moving the camera to your sinful movements to the sin glazing in your dreamboy’s eyes like sunlight basking the morning sky. tears streaming beautifully down his rosy cheeks, resembling some oil painting you both probably saw at some art gallery but were too busy thinking about fucking each other.

“Hayden baby you got a pornstar cock. good thing we’re making a movie, it’s gonna leave all the rotten critics and stuck up snobs at The Louvre speechless.” you speak and there goes the hello kitty blush again reappearing on those sun-speckled peach cheeks.

“maybe we could even have it premier this.” you say and take his big dick in your hand with a good squeeze making him hiss. “people will talk about the moral of the message. the symbolism and what it stands for.” flashing him a cheeky wink before straddling him again.

drinking the sight of his rosy-dawned mushroom head dripping in dewdrops of white precum you can wait to lick and taste. coat your mauve painted lips in them and lick them off, memorize his taste and the feel of his cock against your swirled velvetly tongue. that can wait later though, right now you have to feel him inside you and so does he.

“they’ll hang us in The Louvre.” Hayden whispers, feeling the atoms under his skin vibrate with those spoken words. flashing your eyes to his you can see the eagerness practically rippling off him. “the back end probably but still.” he breaks into a few laughs and you purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing but can’t help but slip a few.

his cock still in hand, you crawl up to press your lips to his. sweet and soft, not rushed and carnal like before but it still leaves you both breathless. “it’s still The Louvre, still The Louvre with you.” you whisper into his mouth and he drinks it up. allows it to generously butter his mouth and allows that promise to carve permanently with the ease of your tongue.

it’s getting you both excited and just when things couldn’t get any better you’re surprised to find Hayden hips thrusting to receive just a fragment of your touch. wanting you to pump him with every last drop in him, every drop of cum on him for you. “please y/n- fuck please do something,” he wails when you position yourself over his standing, throbbing cock.

positioning your hands gently on his chest, you lower your hips so your honeyed pussy lips would kiss just the tip of his cocks crown. the result of so has his back arching and his hands gripping your hips, however you swat them away. earning an offended cry from him but it’s silenced when your hands dip into your pussy.

the heavenly sight of you touching yourself, following your fingers through your wetness is pure sun but fucking hell did it look like piety in its devoted form. eyes closed, those mascara lashes brushing softly against your bottom lids. cupid bow lips parted when you swirl them against your slippery pearl until you pull them away.

revealing your fingers glistening in your flowers nectar Hayden is patient for you to bring those fingers to his mouth. craving the taste of you just as you are of him but he’s get his wish granted and the dreamboy doesn’t know whether to submit further when you spread your slick against his lips or take control like he imagined. although all previous daydreams and thoughts don’t hold a single candle with you here with him.

looking godly as you pussy continues to tease his throbbing cock, finished applying your coat of fresh sin on his chaste lips. they glow a golden light and you wonder if that halo he carried so proudly is beginning to crack with rose thorns. “can you hold the video camera for me dreamboy? I can trust that you’ll get all the perfect angles of me riding your cock.”

the whisper flowing like starlight ink from your mouth to his, pressing your bare chest against his, leaning your warm face closer to his. to make yourselves seem at one with each other when the easiest and obvious solution is the way his cock brushes against your dripping cunt and ass.

“i’ll get them, all of them I promise. please just touch me, please I fucking need you it’s driving me crazy,” the answer causes honey like sensations to flow up and down your spine and knot at the pit of your belly.

you want to ruin him but you also want him to ruin all men for you. maybe you’ll get that wish but right now you need to feel him stretch your cunt and make it his. “don’t steal a taste without me.” you whisper against his earlobe before you turn around.

you can hear him whisper a affirmed I won’t, I promise and you can’t help but feel the merciless void in your beating heart fill up sweetly.

this angel was certainly the man of your dreams, and you make that certain to you both as you drop down on his cock. taking him all in you inch by thick inch, stretching your slightly sensitive walls but urging yourself to take more when Hayden’s moans get louder and louder.

plump ass faced towards him, eyes closed shut from the piling pleasure of your velvety pussy that feels like silk. it’s so intense but he welcomes it all but he reminds himself that he has to make you proud. the video camera is in his hands, he’ll take every ounce of pleasure angling the camera and zooming on your cunt swallowing him up.

biting his lip, cursing himself to not take a taste of your saturation you spread on his lips Hayden glances at the screen piece showing your peachy ass shaking just for him. bouncing up and down on his cock and at this point, to your amusement- Hayden isn’t keeping those sweet sounds to himself. it also seems you both are really enjoying this a bit too much but who the fuck cares?

sex is running in streams of shooting stars up and down your bloodstreams. it doesn’t keep you from creaming on his shaft when you slip out, rubbing him against the luscious curve of your ass as your dripping pussy rides his tightening balls. keeping a nasty rhythm pulling every sweet gravely hiss and groan you’ll replay nights after this.

“you like seeing my pussy painting your cock? you loving this angle dreamboy?” chest swelling when he squeezes your hip, relishing in his moans as your hands stroke his tightening balls.

“no,” he moans, and with that your heart stops beating and you slow your grinding. the sloppiness more intense then when you were riding him with every breath, looking over your shoulder down at him. locking that fearful stare with his hungry one.

“I want to see you- fuck! I-I need to see you taking me. please y/n sweetheart I need to see you.”

those hands go at it again, his warm knuckles grazing your spine so softly. a large open palm rubbing your back up and down as he pleads for you to turn around so he could see you. normally you would tease him further, ask him why and where he wants you but you’re craving to see him as you ride him till you both find your release.

turning around till your suddenly shy eyes meet his burning blues, your cunt laying on top of his throbbing hard cock. leaning down so you could lay your hands on his chest, back arched as you rock against him. the lewd music of your interlocked bodies sounding off as the rainstorm gets more and more vigorous.

plays nothing but a voice of encouragement as you rasp your fingers against the broadness of his shoulders. hips rotating to find your high, flashes of lightning light your winged eyes and it’s then did Hayden catch it as you locked sight on the camera. misty blue hues behind it giving you the sweetest praises and affirmations as he takes his cock in his hands.

motioning the video camera as well as his free hand to caresses the side of your your face, to feel the plushness of your perfect tits, graze the softness of your belly then rest inbetween your soaked thighs. capture the video angle of him aligning his throbbing cock up so you can sink down on him because he seriously cannot take anymore of your folds brushing up against him.

with that internal plea and those puppy dog eyes you take him in you, mouth parting at the delicious stretch and savoring the loud and shameless groans coming from the dreams house mouth. swallowing his dick whole in your cunt, squeezing around him till he’s crying those starlight tears that normally leave you heartbroken but you just wanna see more.

it’s making your ego rise that you’re making him cry cause your fucking him so good but it leaves him laughing when you’d say that thought aloud. “fuck me baby, fucking use me please. I wanna you to see me break and I want to see you break please.”

a gleaming smile graces your face, white teeth glimmering in the dark room but he just watches you ride his cock for all he’s worth. maneuvering the camera to catch your tits bounce up and down, flexing his bicep while his free hands slaps your right tit. brushing the peak of your nipples with his thumb, causing you to bring your bottom lip home in between your teeth. the thickness of his cock spreading and hitting all the right spaces many men before had failed to reach.

tweaking the nipple some more before slapping the tit and taking his attention towards the other, desperate for the same attention. as much as he was a sucker to let you have all the control he’s growing a major liking to seeing you crumble at just his touch. whining and letting out those peachy sounds that just make his hips piston into your cunt some more. it leaves you crying out.

tears glazing your eyes on how good he feels, how he’s making you feel.

it’s too much for you and you feel yourself reaching for the stars. body already ascending to Venus, the orbit of the planets surrounding you as you feel yourself getting closer and closer bouncing up and down on Hayden’s cock. “i’m gonna come baby, are you gonna come to? you want my cum to cream around your dick? you want that dreamboy?”

“yes! fuckyes! please give it to me baby please!” that’s spoken with another pump of your hips crashing his and that’s when the chain snaps.

seeing the milky coppers of Jupiter’s and all the sparkling rings of Saturn the fire that was burning in the pit of your belly extinguishes when you begin to comprehend the thickness of both your essences coating your interlocked thighs.

it’s a sight Hayden catches with all eyes on the video camera and he swears you never looked any more beautiful then right now as you come done down from your high. never looked any prettier when your walls still squeeze around his now softening cock, he think he might burst but he needs to show you that you guys are meant to be.

the both of you are meant to live indefinitely, infinitely, and immortally together.

maybe this love won’t be understood in the critically acclaimed museum of The Louvre but together in this little universe you both created. where your love is the sun and his is the planets, the stars and the moons that center around. catering for each other how all galaxies operate and maintain for millennia.

you don’t want to admit that he fucked you good enough that you’re seconds away from saying I love you. hating to admit that you’re yearning to speak those words but it seems those words die in your throat as you collapse on top of him. naked chest rubbing against his, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

noticing the video camera is positioned on the side table, the green light is turned off. both his arms free to wrap your body around, hands rubbing up and down your chest as he kisses your temple. trying to slip out of you, worried that you might be uncomfortable you whine for him to stay inside you.

“Hayden?” you whisper against the skin of his neck speckled with lovebites and lipstick stains from the divine assault of your cupid bows. fingers gliding through his honeycomb hair, nails occasionally scratching against his scalp that leaves him purring.

“yes y/n?” he whispers while rasping you impossibly closer to him. those beautiful blues closed, completely blissed out from the showering of your lips pressing a trail from his neck to his cheeks. the craft of your fingers doing their magnetic magic just by playing with his hair.

pulling away from his neck, your fingers glide through his golden traces to sit up, to see him open his eyes to welcome yours. hovering over his face till the breath that escapes your mouth brushes against his, you kiss him. finally tasting your sweet tang you spreader on his lips, holding you face in place you begin to pull away once again.

leaving a sour frown on your dreamboy’s handsome face, wanting to lick your lips to remember the taste of you. a need that needs to be nourished but right now he has to cater to you.

he has to cater to his muse, his universe, his entirety.

“what if they don’t hang us in The Louvre?” you mellow, this whole joke between the two of you about The Louvre has been a simpler way to express the hidden feelings between the two of you.

these series of events were made clear to now confront this portrait of pretty lies and hidden admiration. it seems that you’re just looking for a sense of clarity, of peace to ease your heart because you want Hayden. with all your heart no matter how many nights you tried to compress that feeling down you want him as yours and you to be his.

seems like everything that’s spiraling in your head in inks of nebulas is painted clearly. all he does is pull your face closer to his, presses your lips to his till you find the answer to your own unspoken questions.

“then I guess we’re gonna have to open our own art gallery sweetheart. one where only you and me fill the niche with our art.” he whispers against your mouth, tongue melting with yours until your putty in his arms.

“would you like that for us starlit?” Hayden whispers, a timid and nervous tone in his voice worried that you may reject but it clears when he sees your smile.

that starlight smile you shine that burns and shines brighter than any twinkling stars that dot the now vivid Manhattan skies. just as brave to as you cup his face and smash your lips against his, sweetly as you both seem to recklessly and not withholding your wide smiles.

“I would love that for us,”

it would be later on in the morning that you both wake up together and eat breakfast that you address the video camera. of course you will play the tape later on when you both settle with some popcorn and condoms but let’s just say with your enthusiasm and a talk together about kinks as a newfound couple it would be very soon that you guys make another tape.

this time you’ll both remember to smile for the video camera as you fuck each other’s brains out.

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“yeah that’s it, suck that fuckin dick. you like that don’t you? like havin your brat hole stuffed with Daddy’s cock, huh?”

the filth streaming out from Ari’s mouth smooth and seamlessly as the cigar smoke he exhaled. pushing the burning ash of his cigar against the tray, the stain of your pink lipgloss against the white paper visible in the golden bulbs of his office.

forgetting he asked you a question, you gurgle something in response. mouth too stuffed with the thickness of his dick to say anything coherent but you don’t mind the fauxly sympathetic cooes and the head pats Ari gives you. saying under the gravely tone of his breath how his dumb little girl can’t think straight when she’s stuffed with him.

it makes the slickness of your cunt increase with each slurp you have at his tip, his groans and hisses in approval. it’s been a while with you in this position, your knees digging into the softness of the expensive Persian carpet but you don’t complain. you love nights like this, when he’s stuck in his office doing stacks of paperwork and only you can have the power to pull him away from the stress of it all.

of course Ari likes it too, he gets to treat his princess to whatever she wants because she’s been a good girl for him while he’s been preoccupied with work. de-stressing and relaxing while his princess takes the workload off his shoulder with every lick and suck of her kitten tongue and soft lips. Ari is a serious man that follows a strict set of guidelines, the following of those golden requirements have their perks.

well... they applied only if you’ve been good— which you have been all day!

in Ari’s, Daddy’s, rulebook: good girls get rewarded. designer clothes, runway bags, nights out in the city— sweet little treats for you to enjoy. as a good girl you were being rewarded with a very special treat.

it wasn’t the promise of going out to the boutique tomorrow or a wad of cash you could spend on anything but something else and both options didn’t compare to this treat because let’s make it clear—

you’re a sucker for your Daddy’s lollipop.

it shows in the way you’re bobbing your head up and down, licking the long length of his hard cock with the tip of your tongue. fingers rubbing sensual and sloppy circles against his tighten balls, all while you enjoyed the symphony of groans and moans that erupts from your daddy’s mouth.

Ari glances down to your eyes, your pretty lashes crumpled together from your tears. crying those pretty tears for his cock with each thrust he shoves, all because of him and damn does he get harder when you shed more. typical for you to cry over his dick but fuck did it not bother you one bit as you take him deeper into your mouth. still looking up at him with those pretty starlight eyes that shine their innocent radiance.

“Daddy asked you a question, princess. come on, you can still blab your bratty mouth with my dick stuck in it.”

it has you sliding your tongue up his shaft until it rests on his bountiful tip, licking the slit leaking with salty perfume in thought. “yes Daddy, I love your cock in my mouth. I can’t live without it,” the voice that excludes past your lips wrapped around his member muffled yet he was able to hear every sloshed word.

“yeah Daddy fuckin knows you do. go on pretty girl, keep makin a mess on my dick,” it makes him lazily smirk when you bob your head up and down to respond to him, god you’re so fucking hot.

leaning his back against the leather of his office chair, thick muscles of his firearms and biceps folded behind his head to enjoy the show before him. watching his little princess taking him deeper down her little throat but making one mistake.

“nah ah, fuck! look up at me princess, look up. eyes on me when you take your treat,” you follow your eyes from the base of his cock, traveling them up the trail of chest hair from his lower muscles abdomen to his bare chest. “let Daddy see his pretty crybaby suckin’ his fat cock, don’t make me fuckin’ repeat myself,”

although your eyes still latch on the shiny silver pendent gleaming in the golden light of his office. oh how that chain and pendant rested in between your teeth as he thrusted his cock deep in you till you felt him in your belly the other night.

suffocated in the heat of summer nights that led to endless fucking, the evidence stained on the silk sheets. although the slap of his large hand against you peach cheek awakens you from your dreamy reverie.

not too soft but not too hard, a warning that you dared not to ignore.

with that you latch sight of his half lid eyes, a storm brewing in those hues that almost make you stop sucking on his girth. the cloudy blueness in his summer borne hues shaded a much darker aura, shading much darker as you hallow your cheeks and sucker harder around his member. batting your lashes as you continue to take him further into your mouth while taking in the sight of his head thrown back and his mouth agaped.

the series of grunts and moans to his hand to come down to pull you off his dick, not knowing why. you thought that you were treating and taking care of your daddy real good as you played with him. glancing down at the carpet beneath you as you sit on your knees, poignant demeanor catching Ari’s attention, causing him to slowly smile.

taking in your glossy pout that was centimeters away from his standing cock, wrapping his large hand gently around her chin, lifting your head up so you could look up at him.

“Daddy was about to cum princess, you were gonna get your special treat too early and we can’t have that now can we? daddy just gave you his lollipop.” his thumb glides against your bottom lip, slicked with your spit and his pre-cum.

the silent command to open your mouth follows, obediently parting your lips so you can take his thumb and suck on it. “good little slut,”

wrapping your own hands around his wrist, you perk your lips around his thick digit. swirling your tongue around his thumb, with that you can see his cock twitching. bringing a darker shade of red with a glossier tip leaking and dripping more pre-cum down his shaft. “there we go baby. suck Daddy’s thumb like you do with his cock. good girl,”

Ari’s praise and the sinful sight of his hard standing cock has you rubbing your thighs together in need. whining around his thumb because you need to put your mouth back on him even when it’s torturing your cunt when he isn’t buried in you. although it seems that wish will soon be granted when Ari take his thumb out of your mouth with a swift pop! before wrapping his single hand around your neck.

“stick your tongue out for Daddy,” he grunts, the pressure of his fingers around your throat tightening a slight but still leaving room for you to breathe.

immediately you obey, sticking your tongue flat out and he darkly smiles while taking his cock in his hands. slapping his cock across your face before letting it tap against your tongue. moaning as the salt of his pre-cum hits your tongue, you wan to savor it in your mouth but Ari tsks at you when he notices.

“nah ah, baby. keep that tongue out for me, Daddy’s turn to play with that mouth. smile for Daddy princess, smile for me,” and you smile that million dollar smile that everyone talks in love with all while he smacks the tip of his cock against your tongue.

“nasty girl, such a dirty slut for her Daddy.” the slaps of his cock against your tongue stops but you’re too quick to have your mouth on him. his hands gripping your jaw roughly, his thumb and fingers pressing against your cheeks causing your lips to perk.

“wait wait wait- did I fucking tell you that you could have my cock yet?” his words sharp and willing to cut but he takes mercy upon those bambi eyes and those marshmallow tears.

“you want this princess?” Ari gestures as he takes his cock in his rough hands, he’s so sensitive that even his own touch causes him to bite his bottom lip.

“yes Daddy, I need it Daddy,” you whimper while nodding your head up and down.

it’s almost pathetic, Ari reflects but he rethinks that thought.

it’s indeed so pathetic how you were craving and yearning for his cock even when you were making out with it seconds prior. but damn did Ari love to tease you till you were in tears, so close but not given permission to run your tongue over your treat, trace all the veins bulging and pumping for their desire of your mouth—

if one thing was true is that you were a messy and desperate slut, but you were his messy a desperate slut — and you couldn’t look anymore hot when you’re sitting pretty on your knees in between his spread thighs.

“you need what princess?” Ari throws, that same hand that’s been gripping your face falls down to take its rightful place around your throat. bellowing voice low in his throat but you aren’t gonna let him intimidate you from finally getting your reward.

“my lollipop Daddy,” you perk dumbly, Ari secretly loving how you’re slowly going stupid for him as you lick your lips and he squeezes the sides of your neck while you’re midway through talking.

“you’re lollipop? i’m not so sure princess, is it your lollipop or my lollipop?” Ari questions, playing dumb to those furrow bros and pout of yours. that single thumb that you sucked earlier tracing those tears.

“yes Daddy it is mine, it’s only mine. my lollipop, cause i’ve been a good girl today,” you plead, those bambi eyes melting his heart like they always do.

“a good girl?”

“you’re good girl,” you correct and in response you see the softly dark twinkle in his eyes re-emerge.

silently, you lean your mouth towards his cock. kissing the white dewdrop of pre-cum that has been dripping down the thick vein of his shaft. hearing your daddy’s groan in approval, you continue to press your sloppy open mouth kisses until you reach his weeping crown. dipping the tip of your tongue in the thick coat of his salty brim, giving the fat head a delicate kitten lick.

“yeah lick that, lick Daddy’s cock pretty girl. it’s yours, all yours. your lollipop,” smiling to yourself as you wrap your mount around the tip and swirl your tongue around it.

enjoying the string of sweet moans and raspy sighs you get from your Daddy, both of you enjoying your reward. cause you’re a sucker for his lollipop and he’s a sucker for your mouth.

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for you are butterscotch benevolence that he will let pool like ambrosial nectar in the cavernous hollows of his collarbones. your tears of seventh heaven euphoria trickling onto his skin forming constellations- like the paint speckles on the forlonged artists canvas of his naked soul.

you are honey sunlight oozing from the basin of the candy floss sky, lacing with the shedding petals that continue to powder in their divine scent and morality. his fine pink sheets soft and silky as the rose petals of Heliogabalus, he’d sigh in heavenly pleasure to be buried alive in petals if she was drunk of the love he has for her.

he sees her playing, singing, dancing and bringing her virtuous spring song deep within the glossy shine of her honey hive eyes. love seeping in the melancholy streams leaking through the old creeky floorboards of his home and straight into the chambers of his heart.

so promising yet so grandeur as he feels his chest warm with her very touch, the ivory bow encased in the virtuous flowers of her emblem garden in his hands- he’d think that he was Cupid but oh how he’s been struck by his own arrow in great surprise. straight into the once extravagant chamber of his heart.

the spiraling golden arrow destined to pierce and rip through the tender muscle of breast to the beating vessel that writes a tragic tale of eternal ravishment in the movements of lyrical beats. muttering with languor-glazed lips, he’d keep her love like a an old locket against his chest for it’s what reminds him of home whenever he feels the cold element on his skin.

there are pieces of you scattered in the wonderous arteries of his heart.

nestled in the folds of the beating muscle, take heed.

for that is his home.

y/n is his perennial feelings left unsaid, exquisite pain yet ethereal serenity. his soft bed of roses and his deadly golden arrow, all meant to give his heart hope.

that he was- however it seems the bed of roses and all the lovely elements it holds have come to a staggering pause.

now as the sun hits the past super soldiers eyelids that dream of flower petals and the heavenly vision of you disappear. they flutter open to meet the single stream of sunlight that has slipped past the slit of the sheer bedroom curtains. brightening up the somewhat clustered space of the room with its single golden string.

Bucky sighs in defeat, this is the fifth dream he’s had of you in a month and he was barely pushing past the second week of May. before he didn’t mind the dreams, they calmed his mind while he layed in slumber during the thunderstorms of April but now they were resilient. it wasn’t no regular thing to dream about the women across the boulevard in the haven of flower fields and maple trees.

Bucky knew this but he couldn’t help but not treat these dreams sweetly. they were the definition of sweet torture, you never hurt him in those dreams as he did to himself but it was a pain to know that you probably don’t think of him the same way. for goodness sake ever since he and Alpine moved the only interactions he had with the maiden were just acknowledgments as they passed each other on their daily errands.

he shouldn't be this infatuated with someone who he's only met.

the soft hum of a purr finally awakens Bucky, his cats paw brushing against the half covered skin of his fleshed bicep. it takes a pat or two to make Bucky open his eyes to find Alpines blue hues staring back at his and he gives his furry friend a crooked smile. a chorus of meows welcoming him to another sunny morning in the peaceful and harmonious countryside.

“morning pal, ya slept well?” Bucky smiles as he lazily lifts his hand to scratch the right spot behind Alpines ear.

stretching out of bed till his feet touch the cool wood flooring, following the simple path from the bedroom to the kitchen he pours Alpine his dish of cream and gets started on his own breakfast. whisking hen eggs his neighbors from afar gifted him the day before and toasting the freshly baked loaves of bread he bought specially from the market yesterday.

Bucky normally didn’t take any gifts from anyone, he wasn’t that type of person to feel comfortable with those sort of things but as the days gone by the cheerfulness of the communities welcoming energy towards him has soften his doubt.

eating his simple breakfast paired with coffee, Bucky bites into his buttery egg toast whilst quickly scribbling down his to-do list for the day. of course there isn’t any tasks that the hundred and ten year old man has to get done but there were things that Bucky did look forward to ever since he settled in a month ago. the country was a lovely peacefulness he had forgotten about ever since he was a boy.

traveling to his grandparents farm away from the city for memorable childhood summers in the sun and fields. turning his head to meet the white linen sheets that draped over the kitchen panels, Bucky can see the herd of brown and black spotted cows from the distance. tapping the pencil against the shiny polish of the kitchen table he bites his lip on what else to add on.

his head lifts up to see through the other window that casts its lovely light against his paper. blue eyes meeting the toffee cobblestone path that led to her cottage, hidden amongst the shrubbery of acorn trees and flower budded bushes. hearing from lots of locals in the cobblestone village near the sparkling sea that she owns a little orchard of peach and cherry trees, a few strawberry patches amongst the vegetation.

it made sense why he sometimes finds a large wooden basket of those ruby fruits at his doorstep from time to time. a card inviting him over for some tea that he would agree to yet he would always call you the next day a stuttering mess canceling it over some important errands. nonetheless it made Bucky's heart swell how understanding you were, sweet just like the ripe fruits you pluck for him on Sundays.

Bucky would make copplers and sometimes pies out of them and if he wasn't so scared of the possibility of being too attracted to you he'd head over to your place so he and him would eat them in your gazebo. but of course he can't do everything his heart implores him to do. was it bad to want to get to know you and imagine what it would be like to befriend you?

maybe do lots more than just befriend you...

sometimes he would find a glimpse of your form in the distance as he headed for the lake neat the lavender fields up north to fish something for dinner. humming while you cared for your flowers, singing to them as you danced along the vintage radio. Bucky could see himself singing and dancing alongside you. caring for your precious tulips, primroses and other beautiful flowers that you sold.

those pretty flowers sweet and divine just as her lips and voice when the two first met, when he arrived in the too expensive car that stood out amongst the scenery. arms occupied with bouquets upon bouquets of trimmed flowers that practically shielded her face, his body ran straight into yours when he got out of his car. flower petals falling with the impact and him apologizing one thing led to another and he helped her with her bouquets all while being stricken when he got a clear look at her.

a clear look at you.

lovely in your sundress that flowed beautifully against your bodies soft planes, there was something about the sparkle in your eyes that made him start to stutter. something about you that made his heart bloom in a recherché flower he still can’t understand because he can still hear the velvety tone of your voice speaking your own name when giving each other’s your introduction.

from there on out a glowing ember of clustered stars burned in the pit of his belly when you spoke his name and he spoke yours. it was soft and innocent as the flowers in your arms but the introduction was cut off far too short for Bucky's liking but he promised you a coffee when he was completely settled in. having to do something so he could see you again cause oh how he wishes to hear you speak his name again and again and again till the flowers sprout, bloom and decay with each coming season.

maybe he should pay you a visit and bring up that coffee...

the music from the radio filling the bright cottage kitchen sweetly alongside the birds singing their song outside. Alpine takes his seat across from him, yawning over the new day that brings nothing but lazy laps and baked fish treats. forking a few honey drizzled raspberries in his mouth, Bucky walks to the front door and just in time the daily paper plops down on his feet from the passing paper boy whipping through the grassy roads on the shiny steel of a ringing bicycle.

bending down to retrieve the newspaper, he passes through the sidewalk of petunias and violets till he reaches his mailbox. the wood creaky and the metal rusty but the daisies that sprinted around the opening was a pretty site to see before Bucky grimaced at people from the outside world wanting to invade his privacy. grabbing the letters before smelling the sweet daisies, Bucky looks through the letters one by one. ripping some that had no use for to be used as fire food for his fireplace, grunting that even though he’s away from the tabloids and cameras there are still people eager enough to want something from him.

a soft voice from the distance pulls him out of his annoyance, it makes his eyes lift from his dreaded mail to the women a mile away singing her song as she reaches her mailbox. Bucky can’t help but look at her from afar; and maybe Alpine knows this to as he watch his lovesick owner admire the maiden from the kitchen windowsill.

with some obscene fortune he notices you checking your mailbox as well. heart pacing in his chest, he wishes he didn’t go outside before showering and at least brushing his hair for your waving to him from the distance.

“hello hello Bucky!” your sweet voice exclaims and it just adds onto the heaven that is the morning it makes his cheek hurt from how much he’s smiling.

“hello hello to you y/n. how is the shop coming along?” Bucky shouts and his heart sinks when you wave him over to you.

despite his mind telling him to not pursue closer his heart makes him walk his way to you standing next to your Valentine shaped mailbox. his worries slipping away when there's a underlying comfort in your posture and aura, alluring like the bees are to the flowers. welcoming and warm and he can't help but feel that way every time he's near you.

speaking of you, its reassuring to also know he wasn't the only one to wear pajama's out since your still in your blue silk nightgown. matching silk slippers adorning your feet, you sip from your tea cup as you read what he believes to be a Cosmopolitan.

“it’s coming along great, thank you! a bit slow the first week but that’s how any business starts but I just received my tenth loyal customer and i’m more than certain i’ll be selling lots of flowers today.” you spoke as you smiled to yourself then up at him.

checking your mail, Bucky’s surprised that you have quite a handful of letters and boxes. all written in lovely cursive and packaged nicely, almost like love letters and gifts. it makes Bucky’s heat sink, knowing that he might not be the only one who’s fallen head over heels for you. by all means you probably have the whole village under a spell with just the way you smile alone but he wants to see that smile the most.

he wants to be the reason for that smile.

“that’s sounds wonderful y/n, maybe I could stop by and pick a pretty bouquet or two," you only smile wider upon those words and much to his excitement you even brush your hand against his.

"oh really? have a special someone in your life who needs some loving?" you perk as you open an envelop but the question makes Bucky's throat dry on how he should answer.

you seem like the type of maiden who loves an honest man- yes, he should be honest.

"well... there is this one special lady." Bucky lingers and that makes you snap your attention away from the letters in your hands. voice dying in your throat at those words and heart beat hitting pause.

"I always thought Alpine was gonna be the only one to get to my soft spot- we sleep in the same bed together," he stops to laugh a bit, rubbing the back of neck with his metal arm and you laugh along with him.

"how is Alpine? i'm noticing he's getting into a routine with sleeping in my chamomile beds in the afternoon," you smile and bring your tiny tea cup to your lips. "would you care for a cup Bucky? this just so happens to be chamomile,"

"Alpine is doing good and thank you for bringing that up I was beginning to wonder where that rascal has been leaving for. will have an important talk to him once I get home and- I was going to ask you something," Bucky speaks while admiring how your thick lashes curtain your honey hive hues as you sip the steaming golden liquid.

no one should look that beautiful just drinking tea yet here he is, breathless on the simple action. if he truly wanted a cup he'd wish to drink from your tiny cup, to press his lips upon the porcelain rim where yours once brushed against. drink the sweet sunshine to experience the closest thing to your honey kiss...

"don't worry it's alright! I love looking over at him when I have tea at the back patio, he's quite a lovely guest. very well mannered, and yes Bucky is there anything I can help you with?" you cannot deny that your heart is practically skipping beats in your chest, fast and lively like the flutter of a butterfly wing.

Bucky runs his fingers through his hair, for someone who has done the simple thing of asking someone out for couple hundreds of times a hundred years ago from now it’s a disappointment that he’s lost his touch. however you don’t seem to notice or care but that doesn't mean he should give up. not when you're right here glowing in your morning dew radiance, anticipating the next words to slip past those lips.

it's now or never.

"h-how do you feel about that coffee I promised? today? I have a few errands to run in town and I was wondering if you would accompany me- on my errands... if that doesn't bother you,” Bucky rambles to a stop and he's thankful you're still smiling that closed lip grin against the porcelain of the cup.

"yes Bucky I would love that! there's a coffee cart near the shop I work at but what about your lady? she wouldn't mind us going out for coffee, would she?" you speak as you gather your letters in your arms. glancing up at Bucky to receive some conformation and Bucky bites his lips.

"I don't think she'll mind. in fact... I think she would love me to go out once in a while. I have a habit of only going out when necessary, coffee with you wouldn't hurt,"

"that's perfect, i'll see you at twelve then Bucky. you can help me open shop to," you smiled and Bucky returned an even warmer one back.

filling your heart with a rush of liason, like a tea cup filling with tea. something meant to be full and warm, embraced with someone's touch and lips as they drank each fluttering honey glazed sensation they have for one other.

something that seems to be happening right now before they break their strong eye contact, wiry- crooked smiles still embellishing their sun-freckled faces.

you wish you could kisses each one off his clean shaven cheeks right now, slightly rosy but oh how it would feel like peach skin against your lips.

Bucky wishes to kiss yours, the shine of your lips the form of heart shaped clouds and he just can't seem to get his head out of the amorous blue you cast him into.

"i'll be seeing you in an hour Bucky," you draw before walking away with a cheeky wink, your eyes still locking with his before you get to the rosy sunflower porch.

"and i'll be waiting for you doll,"

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💌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐? 💌

hello hello! 🧸 my name is rosie as most of you guys know and i love to garden, bake sweets, cook from my families recipe book and write poetry! 🧸 i’m in the ddlg community but that doesn’t really apply to this form but I want to state that i’m a little! 🧸 I consider myself a very soft person and very giving and I know that with your consideration we can make an amazing pair! 🌸🌸🌸

🌈 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒊’𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 🌈

i’m looking for a skinny!steve rogers nonnie or better known as pre-serum!steve rogers ☁️ steve rogers has always been a comfort character for me and i have a huge soft spot for pre-serum steven ☁️ even though he’s small and unhealthy, his determination, kindness and ability to stand up to anyone makes him the strongest and bravest person in the universe ☁️ to this day I admire that so so very much and that’s why i’m asking for a skinny!steebie nonnie! 🌷🌷🌷

🍡 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 & 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 🍡

i’d really like the nonnieship to be romantic and somewhat sfw but we can always talk more about it if you’re applying! 🧃 we can communicate through my asks if you want to go on anon or you can create an account -not really necessary- so we can communicate through my messages! 🧃 i’d like if you’d check in daily because I sometimes get worried but the frequency of our interactions can be negotiated! 🧃 lastly but not least important, the person playing the skinny!steve nonnie must be 18+ and not take advantage of my kindness please and thank you 🍭🍭🍭

🌸 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆! 🌸

gardening! || I have a very large garden that me and my daddy bear (my daddy!ari nonnie) are working on and if you’d like to be my nonnie we can work on it together! 🌿 I can give you flower and herb lessons and we can just have fun as we plant our vegetables, fruits and flowers! 🌈🌷🧃

picnic dates! || I love picnics and with the weather getting warmer as summer begins to present her lovely self we can stroll through the meadows or flower fields 🌸🌼🌺 have a nice lunch on a gingham blanket overlooking a serene lake scape and enjoy the sunshine ⛅️🍓🧺

baking! || making sweets is one of my favorite hobbies and if you’re my nonnie well bake loads of sweets and accompany them with tea as we enjoy them both on our garden terrace 🍰🍪🧁 also I like making baked desserts for people and stuffing your face in cakes and brownies would be fun for the both of us! 🌷🍭💫

much more! || i’m a very outdoorsy person and that might be the opposite of steve but i’d love to take you out on carnivals, art exhibits, museums and the beach! 🐚🎡🧸

🪄 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒚 🪄

THE GOLDEN FLICKER OF PALE PINK CANDLES CREATE A HOLY CHASTE HUE AGAINST BASHFUL SMILE BRIGHTENING YOUR FACE.

an event that you’ve been expecting all day yet while a firm chestnut table sits underneath your crossed legs cools as a sweetpea and seasalt ocean breeze blows into the dining room your expectations have somewhat been granted and changed. where only a three layer chocolate cake sits between you and Andy, both your lovestruck eyes never leaving each other despite the comet rippling starry sky glimmering from the white paneled windows.

everything is all sparkling, soft pink and golden at this moment.

from the rosy dawned blush that grazes against Andy’s cheeks to the blushy tone of your sundress and beating heart. candles sparkling to life as you and him in the very moment, wax melting in rosy dewdrops just like the fear of allowing these caged emotions to fly free. now they seemed to have been unrestrained by the gold bars of worry, aversion, and self committed rejection.

simple cursive writing made of periwinkle icing contrasts against the dark fudge confection this dearest friend of yours created. this friend who might have been something more in a life way beyond this year and century but as your heart beats in a melody casted by the Muses themselves it pirouettes with the cupid bow lights dancing in Andy’s pools of hopeless paradise. it’s all enough for you to lace your fingers with his-which you do- and wish for something else to spread against your lips besides the cake you both will cut in a minute after you blow your candles.

the words below your cupid struck glance read Happy Birthday Y/n in the divine candlelight, a squeeze of his hand only encourages the rapid pace of your heart to jump and for you to swallow your hesitance. a very same feeling floods Andy’s insides but for the past minutes just sitting directly on the table, lighting your candles and enjoying the meteor shower, he hasn’t kept his promise to himself.

a promise he made for himself since the beginning of today when he discovered how his palms sweat when you neared him and how his heart warmed when you spoke his name and how his soul just sang a different song when you took his hand.

he should say something now, he should tell you how much you mean to him in this different roseate light. maybe you’ll say the same words back and maybe with the rush of the rose glasses besides you both one thing may lead to another but what comes out of his mouth makes him bite his tongue. “I hate to break it to you but wax is getting on the cake,”

those words snap you out of your amour aura, eyes fluttering for a second and smiling afterwards when you see Andy fidgeting with the crystal glass in his large hands. cheeks reddening like ripe strawberries glowing in the warmth of spring, it radiates the space between you both and with an almost whisper to your name he has your hands in his soft palms. “what do you wish for y/n?”

the question makes you swallow the raspberry rose laced lump in your throat. the love potion for an innocent drink still glistens in your glass that rests beside your body but it would spill if you would do the simple action your heart has been caressing your mind to just pull his collar down to smash his lips against yours.

to feel the tender roughness of his bearded cheeks in your palms and his lips molded along with yours in a kiss that would put all sculptured lovers to shame. it’s making you sink and float at the same time but the sparking second that Andy leans down you oblige.

“i’m sorry for not realizing it all those years,” it makes your brows scrunch in slight confusion at the confusion, his cool apricot breath wafting and twinning with your airy exhale when his nose grazes against yours. the heat of the candles underneath your close faces, you raise your hand to cup his face.

“realizing what?” its then did the breath escape your lungs and your heart to stop beating.

seeing her open her eyes the very morning brought a different comfort than to watch her sleep- it was a normal thing to wake up but to experience her lashes fluttering to life to reveal the life in her sun speckled eyes was something for Andy. she rolled over, burying her face in the crispness of white sheets with a lazy grin.

through the honeycomb glass of the white portiéres of the hotel room, the soft sunshine of the province morning streams in and lights the bedchamber. the melodic sound of birdsong and light chatter slowly rouses her awake. Andy is seated in front of the swan feathered colored vanity, combing his hair and keeping the time on track on his watch.

the man had loads planned for you both today, a day planned for you both to be bone tired at the end but still reflecting on the memories and experiences once you laid your head to rest to sleep when it was over. the tapping rhythm of his polished tar black dress shoes fills the room, making you part open your eyelids to see who’s disrupting your peaceful second slumber.

“morning sleeping beauty, happy birthday,” he almost sing-songs, a slight whistle in his voice completely overtaking any fiber of drowsy and sleep riddance that enveloped your mind and body.

“morning Andy and thank you,” you grin with your porcelain smile, stretching your arms while simultaneously lifting your sunkissed legs. arching your back in a firm crane, yearning a deep yawn from you as you savour the sunshine on your ankles and naked shoulders.

“so I have a few things planned today but I thought it would be best to eat breakfast out at the cafe we talked about instead of ordering room service. what do you think?” his eyes focused on you in the mirror and you have no choice but to glance back with your remark weighing on your tongue.

so after a smile that was more than enough to let your childhood friend know that you were along with him for the ride you found yourself ready for your special day. a slightly puffed sleeve and flowy mint green sundress adorns your bodice softly, making you radiant in the morning sun that appears to be a glowing lemon slice across the cloudless skies.

arms securely wrap around Andy’s waist as he guides the scooter the same color of the sparkling sea and reflecting powdered blue vault above. hanging on to him as he brings you both to the tiny yet timeless cafe near the roaring pier of crashing waves and ancient cobblestone streets. the bouquet of large sunflowers that were tenderly hugged tightly between both your bodies are now free in your hold. their sunshine yellow petals sway in the morning breeze and take in the virtuous sunshine that rains in golden streaks on this magical day.

taking your seat near one of the outdoor tables, shaded by the umbrella the same color as the satin banner you both order your first meal as the waiter set your beginning entry of cheese, grapes, croissants and wine on a pine wood board in between you two. street cars come and go, along with passing people looking for special sites of eternal Athens Greece. the ocean bringing a calm sea mist breeze that only adds onto the refreshing and ecstatic tangibility seizing your atoms yet as you both talk about the plans you have for today.

although the words of the waiter coming to refill your tall glasses breaks both an uncontrollable smile and laugh between you both. “couples get a discount,” he spoke and you both had a dime for when you both were mistaken for a couple you’d be swimming in a sea as large as the one that captures your irises and heart.

with his confusion Andy quickly nods along, “yes we’d take that discount thank you,” and the waiter smiles back as he steps away after filling your glasses and informing you about your meal which you both thank back.

“Andy I thought we weren’t gonna take advantage of discounts by pretending we’re a couple anymore,” you broke with a raised brow and Andy only rolled his eyes in any way that wouldn’t ever be taken seriously by anyone despite his job disposition.

“awe come on y/n let's relive old times! do you wanna pay full price when we’ve been doing this for years?” Andy looked at you through a playful demeanor that you only recognize when he’s concocting and getting away with something as seemingly harmless as this.

“i’m not really fond of the backlash when it backfires on us in the end,” you speak as you bite into a butter croissant, the rich pastry practically melting on your tongue. “also you’re making us sound like some sort of Bonnie and Clyde duo. doesn’t look good with that attorney license of yours Barber,” you laugh as you return the same eye roll back as you sit up with your glass in hand.

“remember when I booked us a reservation at that restaurant when we were in college and I freaked out over the bill? I ‘proposed’ to you and once everyone cooed and congratulated us we got our bill cut in half-”

“and I nearly kicked your ass afterwards, yeah Andy my foot is remembering the loss,” you intervene which makes Andy shake with loud laughter enough to make all the other pairs -real couples instead of you sly imposters- stop from their conversations to glance at you two breaking into hysterics whilst eating green grapes and sipping on white wine.

“to be fair we were broke college students! money was tight as hell back then but I didn’t see you complain when I got on my knees and put a ring on your finger. I thought the rhinestone looked very good with your dress that night,” popping a grape in his mouth with a humorous smirk etched on his lips.

“i’m sure you were looking forward to saying that when you gave me a kinder surprise from a candy machine.” rolling your eyes as you bite into another golden croissant, pairing it along with a nibble of creamy cheese that taste heavenly on your tongue.

“alright you can hold that against me I still deserve it,” Andy still remembers the other students in his seminar congratulating him and some who didn’t know about his engagement and divorce to Laurie still believe he’s engaged to you. it was funny and seems like something straight out of the cheesy rom coms he and you used to binge together as bored high schoolers.

that you and him used to scoff and egg on the oblivious main protagonists to just kiss and push away the denial to just be together but amongst all these couples in the morning light at this café it’s you two reliving your movie annoyances. it was hilarious and unfortunately ironic but Andy Barber didn’t see anything or comprehend the knot in your stomach when you took his hand and said something he couldn’t quite hear.

all he was paying attention to in the slow-motion picturesque of your gleaming smile, the sparkle in your deep lashy eyes and how your lips moved so theatrically as you spoke his name.

Andy, Andy, Andy

eyes glossing over in wonder, it was possibly the prettiest thing he’s seen and he’d wish to hear you say his name one more time. heart yearning to just catch your lips movement yet as his mind wedges himself back into reality he finally catches what you’ve been saying.

“Andy our food is here,” you said as the waiter came with your large glass plates of oven baked pizzas. the comforting rich smell of toasted cherry tomatoes, mozzarella cheese and freshly baked dough fill his nostrils. it's enough to cover the lush sweetness of your Dior perfume he loved taking a whiff of when you'd lean over the table to sneakily reach for his grapes and croissants.

“um, yeah thanks for the heads up,” he spoke in almost a broken sense of charisma compared to his boyish behavior minutes ago but it’s just now that’s Andy denying the feeling-

the seed of amorous that had been planted in his heart a long ago that’s beginning to sprout now.

after roaming the creaky wooden piers with the sunshine twining divinely against your hair and every inch of revealed baby soft skin. a clementine in his hands and an apricot in yours, feeding the peels to the doves that rest besides the ancient stools as Andy give hands you cardinal slice after citrusy cardinal slice.

dangling both your legs over the docks and enjoying the way the rippling waves brushed against your curling toes. sweet orange and apricot filling your mouths like the sun spreading its orange and blush provenance across the aqua waters. lonely fingers fondle with your citrus fruits that you bought with wo shiny coins from a passing vender in a straw sunhat.

savoring the ocean blue and the sunny sky revealing the cotton white clouds that dot like dollops of whipping cream upon it. the sea breeze dancing with strand hairs, the topic of a greenhouse visit sparks and a sense of adventure rushes though bloodstream. within a matter of seconds you both race to hop back on the forget-me-not scooter.

inciting a school children challenge on who’s going to get there first and with the swiftness of putting your sandals back on and running against the mossy and dandelion cracked cobblestone had you seated on the bike. “I win,” you grin and of course Andy just gives you a fauxly hurt demeanor.

“you cheated,” you only hum back at his petty exchange, playing along for his sentiment until he sighs in his defeat. with the engine starting off you and him race to the glass palace that is the greenhouse.

a golden rimmed and sea mist colored empire, it stood out to you when touring the tiny city of colorful roof houses and marketplaces. mossy vines and leafy thorned shrubbery beautifully frame the interior pillars as rich golden sunlight fill in the glassy castle. cement molds create the railing for the lily pad and swan lotuses of the man made ponds. an occasional jasmine frog leaps from pad to pad as the milky pink and yellow koi’s swim about in the shadowy water.

exotic trees and wild plants bunch throughout the establishment, creating shade against the Apollo’s heavy rays as Andy lifts his head to marvel these large and tall works of Artemis. of course, with your polaroid camera you found in the rummage of your closet (that you haven't used since senior year of college) in a tight hold. wandering feet walk through the limestone pavement of the greenhouse, a sunflower in your hair that brightens the deep greens succulents and rich browns tree bark.

the vines of soft pink and purple flowers dangling from the glassy dome roof fall their baby pink petals as a breeze presents itself. some already settling in the brown tawny of Andy's hair, not far behind you smile at your face glossed in wonderstruck marvel. wide honey brown pools trail up the ten foot marble and ivory statue, reflecting in serenity cosmoses from the rainbows that spread from the crystal glass.

a sense of desire takes ahold of you as your slowed hands lift to trace your dark fingertips through the crinkle wrinkle of a marble maidens skirt. such detail and intricate design of the craftsman long ago must’ve took years to perfect, the cloth falling seamlessly upon the maidens body as her body crouches to run your clay hand again at the pond water. lifting your camera to your eyes, snapping your desired pictures that are set to capture all the whimsical aspects and elements that take your breath away.

Andy dares to draw near, it wasn’t like he hasn’t stood close to you at all- he might be making it hard on himself by overthinking ever move and step but you call out his name and his heart paces.

“yes y/n,” making his way to where you sit near a pond, you don’t say anything as you wrap the strap for the camera around your neck. fixing up your dress from any wrinkles from scrunching the hem up when dipping your feet in the sea earlier. checking your hair and make up in your hand mirror that you retrieved from your designer purse. an arched brow raises up at you, which you only respond by rolling your eyes and hand him the camera as you smile at yourself in the reflection of the ponds water.

“can you take a picture of me?” as you reapply another layer of gloss on your lips, the fishes swirling in the water to jump to the service to witness the beautiful nymph who have graced their pond themselves.

cupid bows perk at the fish and blow them kisses, your hands grab at a floating lotus before grasping the tender water blossom. putting it in the raven coils that delicately frame your face, damn it y/n.

it was as if you were torturing him with those mascara bambi eyes and glossy primrose lips, it makes his insides buzz and flutter like the malachite dragonfly that passes here and there.

“you telling me you want a picture or did you already decide for me yourself?” you only smack his chest with the camera once again.

“are you going to take the picture or not Barber? did you loose some of your magic with all that lawyer jumbo clouding your head or did you take those freshman photography lessons seriously?”

Andy rolls his eyes and takes the camera from you with a chuckle, “actually i’m still capable of using a camera y/l/n, god you’re making me feel old. go model for me,” you just laugh and run across to the other side of the pond.

soft skin from your legs revealed from the way your sundress lifts bends against your chest. head resting upon your knees while your arms wrap around them, the sunflower in your gasps and the lotus behind your ear. at this moment as the seconds turn into minutes Andy should be taking pictures, his eyes are looking through the lens as his index finger rests on the button.

with as much as single press he captures the greenhouse nymph but what good would a single picture do to capture every gift and grace you bestowed in the offering of your charm, beauty and heart?

it makes Andy's heart race, your eyes dashing from the godly statues that surround you to the camera. sweet music plays in deep cherry wood cellos and willow carved violins and even with the buzzing dragonfly it seems it found its favorite flower at the tip of your nose.

you certainly are the creation and waking of spring flowers and lovesick tales that took his heart then and its still yours now.

that single snapshot was all he could think about you two drove down south to the coast. searching back the drunk nights before where you and him ran into a little covelete whilst drinking goblet after goblet in the forest of olive and grape vine trees. it was a long ride but nothing suited the wait better than the man on the radio singing with his strung trichordo.

the hands that grip Andy's shoulder slide down to wrap your arms around him tightly when the minutes pass and the forest of green olives and sangiovese grapes. parking the scooter near the shrubbery of some innocent bush you and him look for the wine stash the both of you left in the abandoned cavern of an ancient olive tree. Andy grinning as he grabbed the expansive bottle and before you know it you both head to the hidden beach.

Andy didn't plan to actually go swimming, just settle the gingham blanket upon the finely grain sand and open the picnic you both prepared. and he also didn't prepare himself for the rosy blush to dawn his face when your almond nails grip the hem of your sundress to lift it up and over your head. revealing your matching bathing suit underneath its quick that you throw him a wink and race to the nearby grassy cliff.

"see you soon Barber!" you yell and as Andy gets up from the blanket to understand what you mean by that its too late. the summer air is filled with your laughter and sky rippling cheer as you jump off the cliff and dive into the cloud blue water. the splash nonexistent from your perfect swoop.

if only he had the polaroid on him to capture the way your smile gleamed brighter than the sun reflecting off the sparkling water the the way your eyes cutely scrunched like sand dollars under the warmth of golden sand.

the silver green of the olive trees emphasize the richness of your skin. the rich skin he couldn't keep his sapphires off as you laugh your choir laugh that would make Apollo cease his chariot to listen to the siren of Olympus once more. dancing in the turquoise waves of the coast, they crash against your soft mounds, curves, and dips of sun glistening hips and waist.

how could he have been so blind?

rage and anguish slosh around in his mind that pour melancholic rain onto his heart, you were there for him through thick and thin. a friend he believed but how could he have buried that yearn and longing for you all those years?

it's almost criminal to the highest degree and he'd know his side of the justice system but how could that distract him from you? his head was far too buried in those lawbooks to realize, too oblivious to his emotions when you'd date and hang around other people that weren't him. looking far into the looking glass hoping that his work would pay off in the future, meeting another woman and putting a ring on her finger.

now here he is, a divorced man but a still very much happy man. lonely at times with his only child in the custody of his ex wife but still very happy with the comfort and support of you. it was you who helped him from the tears at night and it was you who he wasn't scared to open up to. even the past few months he didn't realize it but now as you call his name to get in the water he doesn't hesitate to pull his shirt over his head and take his shoes and socks off.

joining you in the water in a mater of a few heartbeats, it was as if you were a sea spirit calling for him and even if you weren't he's happily obliging when the small waves collide against his skin. both your laughs rippling the ocean in this small ocean paradise, swimming in the richness of the present never would have guessing that throughout all these years you be here.

the salt water on your skin has dried as you and Andy walk side by side, your shoes rubbing against the gravel of the cobblestone paths as both you peer at the vendors and food stands arranging from rainbow scaled fish, fresh sesame seed breads, farm produced milks and cheeses, and vibrate fruits and vegetables. hands twined together in a firm hold, unfathomable excitement practically radiating off of you while you chat and giggle with Andy.

the topic of the conversation changing every few minutes when you find a stand that grabs your attention. curious eyes and wandering hands look over organic produce and homemade goods the people had to offer. the golden clutch of your purse being opened multiple times and Andy's mouth being stuffed with jam, cheese and fruit samples on the account of you. as you did you shopping he did as well, the ingredients for a sweet treat he had planned for you later on tonight are in a brown paper bag amongst your purchases.

of course he had to carry them all, not in obligation but because he didn’t want you to worry about shopping too much when you’re in the midst of enjoying your vacation. by all means he certainly wasn’t complaining, if anything he liked having you giddy and bursting with energy. practically dragging him from stand to stand and carrying your bags filled with stuff that you’d bring back home and try.

the village square where the marketplace takes place is tinted in an ambrosial hue, the sun now a glowing slice of grapefruit against the peachy pink carnation sky. lavender clouds that seem so close to grasp tower above you both yet they don't prevent the suns glow from capturing the beautiful soft planes of your face.

luscious and softer than the bouquet of sunflower carnations he surprised you with as you looked at the variety of sunhat options. one that you just purchased rests floppily against your temple but still doing its job at keeping you shaded from the suns glare. wrapped in a silky green bow, Andy smiles at how huge it is but it just makes you look divine and adorable in your sundress.

holding his hand tighter before tracing them up his forearm to softly grasp his bicep, it you who's leaning against him and pulling him close to you. the feeling of your body alongside his is warmer then any sunshine that seeps into his skin and lovelier than any of the flowers the market had to offer.

it’s hard to give you one excellent gift to give back all those years of commitment and loyalty and friendship but the way your lips spread in that enchanting smile it’s enough to make Andy know -despite the both of you not saying it- that you feel the same way to.

the bouquet in both your holds lifting up every once in a while for Andy to smell and for you to admire as you walk away from the noisy market. a little behind the village were the spring green of the countryside clashes within the stone brick city is a valley of flower arbors and hedge mazes. it was the last pitstop Andy the bags in both your hands settle down against the safety shadow of a maple trees shade and with a little laugh and an excited squeal he run to the flower arbors.

green rows of soft shrubbery dotted and laced in colorful blossoms stand in multiple rows upon rows look over of petunias and carnations. small apple and lemon trees in potted beds line up within the flowery hedges and no matter where you look it’s only the divination of spring and the gifts it bestows the Earth with. wooden picnic basket that was once used from your beach picnic is now empty but it’s quickly filling with the sweet smelling beauties of the flowers and fruits and you pluck.

Andy not fair behind you captures your wondering body in the still frame pictures of your polaroid camera. the pictures emerging quickly afterwards, he’s quick to fab them off and place them in your small picture album. turning your head over your shoulder your caught with Andy having the perfect opportunity to snap a picture that would be a bedtime story to tell with a child of his and yours.

it’s perfect and breathtaking, no matter the feeling of his heart thumping in its lingering hesitance you were the star that’s still continues to shine despite being out in broad daylight. it pulled at his heart strings because he knew what this feeling was, this feeling that he been avoiding to come to terms with all day but why was he so terrified?

the fear of rejection wouldn’t burst his heart but it would remind him that he was alone. a man like him wasn’t born to walk this Earth, wake to the sun and sleep with moon alone. the very presence of you besides him made him feel all the things besides lonely and bare to the universes cruelness at times. but maybe you felt the same way about him.

he only had one way to find out and he was set on keeping it, whatever sea he had to cross, valley he had to travel to and the plummeting ends to the Earth he will pronounce his love.

snapping another picture of you, you smile in it and with that he smiles to.

"realize what Andy?" you press on but in the rosy candle light his lips pressed against yours seems to be the only answer he can bring himself to conclude.

it's takes the breath out of your lungs and makes your heart blush and burn deeper and hotter than the tiny flames that decorate the cake. the roughness of his bottom lip that have been occasionally bitten the past minutes of dancing around your feelings. the nerve of you both to push aside your feelings for each other because the fear of breaking each others hearts.

if only your past selves could see you now, shedding your hearts and allowing the key to them to finally open the gates of vulnerability and yearn. the passionate lovesick mess tastes delicious against your mouths and you both could get drunk off it instead of the rose. sweet and inching for more as your lips part to graze against each other, but in order to seal the prophecy of established lovers Andy pulls away.

"that i'm in love with you. that i've always been in love with you. it's been years and i'm sorry for just realizing it now but I need to know if you feel the same way. please tell me now, please," he whispers against your lips.

now its your turn for our heart to skip beats and take in each and everyone of his words. fluttering eyes drowning in his copper blues, you open your mouth to say something but nothing but a soundless nothing comes out. all these years your love for Andy has been buried deep within you and you've tried your best to hide that seed. to plow in new seeds because what use was that seed if it never flourished when he'd feel the same way.

you don't realize until you feel the tear dripping down your cheek, he wipes it with his thumb. pressing a kiss where it once existed and it's now that you realize that it's always come to this. your lives weren't entirely paved in stone but the love that has a faith of its own is something that changes as the pages of a storybook turn.

this virtuous night being the newest chapter and as much as you're scared to follow along your heart has been waiting for this moment for so long. with those teary eyes that bring some to his own you smile and pull his face with yours, pressing your lips with his to mark your answer clear, to make him feel the way you feel.

"i've always felt the same. dear god Barber it took you twenty years and it all worked out didn't it?" you giggle against his mouth, feeling his grin as he kisses you back.

"what did you wish for?" he murmurs and you only smile and wrap your arms around his neck, "this,"

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   LONG STREAMS OF TEARS DRIP DOWN SLOWLY FROM YOUR LASHES

   some have dried stickily yet fresh dew drops still drip down your peachy cheeks. it doesn’t help that they are encouraged with every second that passes when you stare into the bare white wallpapered corner.

   you’re sitting on the very chair of shame

   you never felt this way in a long time nor felt this way when being put on it. it’s usually for petty little things that ends you up in this case; either snapping back at daddy or papa at the dinner table, making a mess and refusing to clean it up, being rude to your playmates and the usual- 

   being the ungodly brat that you are

   before being forced to sit twenty-thirty or even a whole hour on the tiny wooden pink chair bored you to an impossible extent. you would impatiently wait as you fawned over your cute ruffled socks or painted acrylics until the Little Twin Star timeout alarm rang. heart beating with fortune when the little pastel angels hit the bell with their tiny wands. 

   afterwards your daddies’ would walk right back into the kitchen. stopping the chiming timer as they knelt down on their knees to face you. their large warm hands rubbing calming circles on your shoulders and cupping your chin as they ask if you learned your lesson. 

   their shining turquoise eyes would shine with sympathy and tenderness but of course you’d respond that you had learned your lesson despite feeling bitter of the situation. wrapping your arms around your papa’s neck for comfort as your daddy pressed kisses on your face but that gratification felt so far away. 

   this time everything‘s different, everything’s ten times worse

   glossy lips that were normally graced with a gleaming smile are now pulled into a devastating pout. a sorrowful perk that only reaches the quivering motion when you’re incredibly upset, eyes sore from your tears that continue to multiply despite you wiping them with the sleeve of your wrist. ass sore from the sharp spanks daddy imprinted on each of your cheeks and your nose stuffed from your excessive cries. all being heard but not being compensated. 

   a hiccup excludes your lips then a little broken sob after as your hands scrunch the pink tulle material of your sparkly tutu. head bowed down in your own little blue state, a little thunder cloud floats above and pours down its doleful rain upon you. heart going at a stumbling pace, you wish you could go back in time to fix what you did but it’s too late. 

   you had to face the consequences, even when you feel unlovable right now

   the man who put you in the tiny time out chair stands a few feet behind you, taking in your staggering sobs, dripping tears and stifled sniffles. the soft lotion tissue box or the timeout comfort box as he and Bucky like to call it, is on the floor besides you but you don’t use it. 

   you aren’t grabbing the small teddy bear that you were allowed to touch and hold. not reading the small little book that he and Bucky made that held all the soft reminders you needed to hear. even if it was four pages it usually helped when you couldn’t stop crying. and you weren’t scribbling your emotions or feelings on the small sketch pad with the sparkly crayon of your favorite color.

   you’re just hunched in your own sad world, deep within your thoughts and cascading emotions

   it made Steven frown to himself behind the wide kitchen island, wiping the white marble down one last time. soaking the cleaning rag in some hot water at the empty faucet he is looking over his hard work. he swept and mopped the floor, did the dishes then put them away, cleaned the bar stools thoroughly and put away any leftovers that weren’t soiled from the floor away. 

   Steven is officially done tidying up the huge mess you made. with the exception of scolding you throughout the whole scrubbing and polishing process as well as having to spank you when you didn’t listen when he said to stay put in the time out chair. all because you were that stubborn to admit the wrong you’ve done and then was the wrong time for you to walk out on him.

   this whole predicament is about to be solved but as of now, Steven doesn’t exactly know what to do

   with Bucky on his way home Steven takes a staggering breath. scrunching his brows as his fingers rub the brink of his nose when the beginning or a head ache starts to present itself.

   how is he going to explain everything to Bucky? 

   what happened today isn’t easy to explain and your outrageous rude behavior won’t just be upsetting to talk about but he can imagine the session of disappointment overtaking him again when bringing it up to Bucky. however at this moment, Steven is satisfied he got his clean kitchen back but annoyed it took him so long for him to finish. 

   irritated blue eyes dash from the cleaning supplies on the counters then to your hand printed ass underneath the barely there coverage of the fluffy tutu. the super soldier doesn’t know how he’s going to bring up your outburst today with Bucky nor is he going to handle the punishment his stern significant other is gonna dish out for their precious angel.

   Steven strongly believes his discipline would be enough to please Bucky. the one hour and fifty minute timeout session you had to go through and the harsh thirty-five spankings seemed more than enough to Steven. although he does know he’s going to have to tell Bucky to go easy on you today, your bad behavior will not go by without an important talk and some sort of nonphysical punishment (he will convince Bucky of pursuing so) afterwards.

   today it seemed you had enough and he did too, but by the end of the day Bucky had to agree to. it takes all of Steven’s willpower to not self sabotage the timer. attempt to make the remaining ten minutes cut down to ten seconds so he can wipe those tears away and cradle you in his arms. already feeling guilty about it all even when you were in major fault.

   ask you why you acted the way you did and end the situation right then and there

   of course he cannot do that (at least not right now) no matter how much it’ll benefit you and him. his angel has to come to terms with what she did and face the consequences of her actions. Steven is still shocked and disgusted with the behavior, attitude and offences you committed two hours ago.

   putting away the cleaning supplies, he wished he could let you out of that corner but he and Bucky developed and sustained a strict discipline system. it took awhile for him to refrain from your sobs and cries when you had to with go through your punishments but Bucky insisted that you have to learn your lesson.

   Steven looks at the timer again while filling your Pompompurin sippy cup with water and still sees that ten minutes remain. scoffing wondering why time can’t go by any faster, he wants you in his arms so he’ll take care of you cause he knows you’re hungry and tired. you barely ate breakfast because of how excited you were this morning and on top of that you didn’t take your nap. not to mention dehydrated from crying your eyes out for two hours straight- 

   his poor baby

   as a result of all this he immediately begins prepping your extremely late lunch and early dinner. taking out your sectioned Disney princess plate, Steven settles your sandwich slices on the large quarter. skipping on your usual chip puffs to be placed in one of the smaller dividers he replaces the unhealthy snack with roasted vegetables. finishing it all with heating up some chicken noodle soup from a dinner nights before at the stove top to placing it in your bowl.

   while doing the dishes the timer goes off but as Steven notices you don’t kick your feet together in relief like you usually do. instead you stay quiet and continue sniffing as if you don’t notice the sound of your freedom. finishing off the last dish Steven dries his hand with the hand towel at his hips and turns off the timer. approaching your hunched body sitting on the chair that continues to shed tears and sniffle.

   hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer until they stop behind you. a large warm hand pats down on your head soothingly before it rests on your shoulder. “that’s enough time out. let’s get you ready for dinner angel.” your daddy’s voice soft and low but you restrict yourself from falling for it.

   Steven’s hand is warm and inviting but you resist the urge to fall back against it. to allow him to help you up and wipe your tears and nose away with a tissue. allow him to take care of you. looking away from his attentive stare to glare down at your frilly white socks. 

   dirty from the mess you made, from the mess that you are

   feeling dirty when you tried to storm out of the kitchen but you slipped on the food you purposely spilled and made a mess of your outfit. you feel dirty now being enveloped in it all, not seeming to find any reason to stop crying. cause not only is your outfit ruined but your knees are scarped with boo boos here and there from the fall and Steven didn’t even kiss them. 

   instead he gave you spankings because you didn’t listen to him to stay put in the stupid chair. not forgetting the vigorous spankings that still sting and burn uncomfortably as you shift your bum against the chair presently. he gave them to you, ordered you to thank him for them, then ordered you to sit your bratty ass back on the chair.

   so now you won’t leave, even when he told you it was enough

   Steven couldn’t feel the hurricane occurring inside your head but he knew he had to help you ease it, you didn’t deserve to go through this. you’re his precious angel, you made a mistake out the rage of your emotions and it can be forgivable.  

   “you did good angel pie. daddy’s so proud you took your punishment well. c’mon, let daddy take care of you angel-” attempting to take his hands in yours you snatch it back, cloudy red starlight eyes targeting his.

   “no! go away!” you snap back, pulling away from him with a gritted sob filled with so much forced anger it makes Steven’s heart break. 

   getting on his knees he’s face to face with you know but you don’t eve stare back at him long enough for you to let out a whimper. the little helpless sound pulling at his heart strings.

   “why not angel? don’t you want daddy to take care of you? daddy needs to take care of you angel pie-”

   “i’m not your angel pie! go away and leave me alone,” you grit as you shoved him away. that’s right, you shoved him away. 

   “then who’s my angel pie? doll I only see one little girl in the world who’s my angel pie and she’s right in front of me. don’t tell daddy to go away, i’m staying right here.” Steven’s soft voice breaks into your head, interrupting your rushing thoughts. 

   one large hand continues to stroke your hair while the other cups the side of your face, lifting it up so you meet your gaze with his. your eyes shine with a cry, you want to hear him tell you he loves you. to wrap his arms around you and never let you go. to show you every bit of love and affection you’ve been deprived of the past two hours. 

   the love you’re questioning if you deserving of it

   with that silent cry and the sad sparkle in your glassy hues it’s like Steven knows exactly what to do. wrapping your body up in his arms he pulls you towards him, sitting on the floor with you in his lap he softly whispers the three magical words that pull you out of the storm in your head. tenderly rocking you as he presses kisses to the crown of your head, your head resting in the crook of his head while his hands rub your back.

   soft praises of daddy’s sorry and daddy loves you calms you down, makes the tears in your eye lessen and your punches and pushes to his chest settle down. fingers curl into the thick material of Stevens sweater, your tears and sobs slowly disappearing with each kiss your daddy gives you. all until they’re completely absent. 

   eyelids heavy you feel like with just another minute you’d fall asleep. “angel pie?” Steven’s voice breaks you away from your slumber. 

   humming in response you pull your head away from his neck to meet his soft eyes. “daddy had to punish you angel pie, but that doesn’t mean daddy doesn’t love you.” you nod your head along with his statement. needing this reminder as you lace your fingers with his and he gives you a tender squeeze.

   lifting your hand to his lips he kisses your knuckles, “no matter how much you’re in trouble, daddy will always love you. no matter how angry daddy is, daddy will always love you. no matter how much your head tells you daddy doesn’t love you, daddy does love you. daddy will always love you angel pie.” 

   a slow smile spreads on your face, your eyes shining with the same sweet glow that could brighten the darkest corners of the galaxy. with another kiss to your temple Steven wraps his arms around you and carries you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and hands gripping his long sleeved biceps in correspondence. 

   face drying with tears tucked into the crook of his neck as your daddy walked you both to the bathroom so he could tidy you up before dinner and put you to sleep. settling you down on the porcelain countertop of the double faucets he dried your face with a warm wet cloth. patting over your close lid lashes, cooing at you telling how he hated you crying because your red eyes always tore him apart. 

   giving you your sailor duck plushie to occupy yourself as he wrapped your hair up gently. happy it didn’t get dirty from your slip earlier Steven ran the water for your bath. “would you like a bubble bath munchkin?” Steven rang and your eyes dashed from the plushed duckies bill to your daddy with your favorite bubble bath in hand. 

   “yes daddy, thank you.” Steven replied with an of course doll before pouring the silky pale pink liquid into the steaming water. hugging the plushie closer to your chest, your hands holding onto the ducks wing you notice Steven isn’t pulling out your woven basket of bath toys.

   “may I please have my rubber fishies and duckies daddy? please?” your soft voice picks up Stevens ears and he sighs. “no angel pie. no toys today, remember you got in trouble this afternoon. i’ve forgiven you but you still have to learn your lesson and deal with the aftermath of your actions. daddy’s spoiling you a bit with the bubble bath but no toys,” you frown at that. 

   daddy always gave you your toys when you asked but you suppose it was stretch asking at the moment. his attention on you now, Steven helps you strip from your dirty clothes then disregard them to the wooden woven laundry basket until your bare and ready to slip into the bath. 

   feeling the warmth of the water surround your body when you step in. the bubbly pink surface rests just below your collarbones and you feel a peaceful string of merriment flutter inside you. rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Steven gets straight to work on helping you scrub your body. 

   pink body sponges in both your hands, you get to work scrubbing off the dry food on your legs as your daddy helps rub and exfoliate your shoulders and back. taking time with cleaning you up until you weren’t sticky and dirty as before Steven unplugged the bath and rinsed your body off once more with warm water.

   wrapping your body up with your fluffy Cinnamoroll towel Steven guided you to your separate bedroom and got out a pair of your silk pajamas and your strawberry body lotion. 

   “are you tired angel?” Steven softly spoke and you nodded your head as he began to pat your towel down onto your skin. “we can’t go ni ni now, angel pie. we have to eat dinner and we have to talk. don’t get too sleepy little one,” his low voice soften before applying the sweet fruity lotion over your curves. 

   he’s gentle and swift to dress you afterwards and allows you to handle your hair at your vanity when he left your room to arrange your dinner. doing so you step away from your vanity and night time hair products to slip into your fuzzy slippers, walking out of your room until you step into the kitchen. much cleaner then it originally was previously as you actually pay close attention, you see Steven heating up a small pot of soup at the stovetop. 

   taking your place at one of the barstools that has a plate of food already set for you, you don’t take a bite of your sandwich or vegetables. until Steven sits by you with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup and spoon in his hands. settling it down near your plate he kisses your temple and sits next to you, encouraging you to take your first bites and eat while he eats from his bowl.

   “angel pie?” 

   “yes daddy?” you spoke after slurping a noddle from your soup. 

   leaning into his touch as Steven cups your cheek with his large palm, thumb rubbing tenderly along your cheekbone. “I need you to tell me why you did what you did this afternoon. I don’t want any lies or excuses, I just want the truth.” a frown deepening your at your lips, you feel your eyes watering as you look down on your plate. “i’m gonna have to tell papa when he comes home on what you did munckin. please tell daddy why you did it so I can tell papa and he’ll understand.”

   the frown still stands, you know papa was the one who dished out the more physical punishments and they all left you not wanting to stir trouble if he were to be at the receiving end teaching you a lesson. your mind flashes back to the morning of today, the very beginning of your bad day that eventually had gotten worse through the hours.

   it all started just after breakfast, the weekends (specifically Sundays) where laundry days and we’re such a hassle to complete in just a day. 

   by all means you changed out of your clothes twice- three times through a single day and the amount of socks, skirts, and sweaters of yours in the washer and dryer loads were the majority. after cleaning up your dishes you and papa thought it would be best to fold the cloths and get the loads over with. 

   chores where always such a hassle in this house. Steven would always complain how messy your playroom was and would scold Bucky why you and him had to make everything a game even when it was something basic and simple as folding and putting away clean laundry. 

   however he didn’t scold you two when Bucky blasted the Led Zeppelin on the boombox. you and your papa liked spending time together and were planning on spending every second since he was being sent away for a mission in another country in a few days. so getting the chores out of the way, you and him could plan the activities until he left for his mission. 

   from outlining your days with fun activities between you and him. the topic of lunch interested you both and he proposed afterwards when finished with chores and spending time with you in your playroom coloring and such you both would make mac and cheese. a classic comfort food for you both and it set such a good tune to your optimistic whistle that you were in a rush to get the laundry done and out of the way. 

   the music of the rock band playing in the background, he occasionally tackled you with tickles on your belly and kisses all over your face. your giggles, playful screams and laughs being heard by Steven downstairs as he tidied up the living area, he smiled to himself. 

   thankful that he’s living a happy life with both his lovers, the house telephone interrupts his thoughts and he retrieves it. voice going stern as he answered the call and noticing it’s Tony in major need of Bucky assistance with a few assignments for his upcoming mission.

   interrupting the session of laughs and giggles when Steven entered the room asking for Bucky to answer the phone. you, not thinking much about it just figure he’s on the phone with auntie Wanda or uncle Sam. Steven quickly filling in Bucky’s spot when he was on the phone, you and Steven manage to put away most of your clothes that belonged in your closet away on hangers. 

   dancing along to the metal guitar while Steven folded some stuff in your drawers your attention shifted to Bucky when he entered the room. “who were you on the phone with papa?” you perk as you hang up your pairs of jeans. not noticing Bucky’s deep frown and troubled gaze as he looks over to Steven, he takes a breath knowing how this is going to end. 

   twirling your figure around to meet Bucky, he thought you looked absolutely adorable in your fluffy pink tutu dancing along with the metal rock. “I was talking to Uncle Tony,” that comment has your dancing coming to a stop, knowing where this is going to lead. “there are some things papa has to clear up at the office before my mission next week-”

   “what are you saying papa?” your voice broke. it shredded Bucky’s heart to pieces when the sparkle in your eyes was replaced with a chance of tears and a tremble of your lips. “it means papa has to go to the office and sort things out angel pie,” your glare is the only response to that, obviously it isn’t aimed at any of your caregivers but at the floor. 

   arms crossed over your chest you don’t listen when Steven or Bucky call your name. your frustrated glare not leaving the space of polished wood between your frilly socked feet. “I thought we were gonna have special time today! your gonna be gone in a few days and today is gonna go to waste if you go back to work!” your wail pierces through both Steven and Bucky’s hearts and Bucky picks you up and rocks you in his arms to ease your cries.

   “no, no little one. papa’s just going to be gone for just an hour or two. that’s it munckin! i’ll be home before you and daddy finish up cleaning up,” 

   “how amazing,” Steven mutters and Bucky simply throws a glare at him. rocking you still in his arms. your hands gripping on his metal arm and fleshed bicep his wife beater displayed, your cries and sniffles lessening with each kiss he presses to your crown. “everything is okay angel pie. you have daddy here with you, remember?”

   his metal hand wrapping around your chin to lift your head up to meet his gaze. nodding your head, you smile to Steven who softly smiles back while wiping a tear away with his thumb. “you and daddy can spend time together until I come home and when I walk through the door we’ll immediately get started on the mac and cheese! how about that?” 

   nodding you head enthusiastically you smile a big bright grin, Bucky and Steven smile back and coo at you. getting straight to work on putting your clothes away in the closet and drawers. hearing papa getting himself ready to go out to the tower you also hear him and daddy talking in the background. although you don’t make much of it as you fold pajamas, tank tops and sleeping shorts. 

   the subject of their conversation you will later on find out long after Bucky left with a kiss to both you and Steven. you and daddy finished putting away your clothes, panties and socks, organizing them accordingly like a good girl. afterwards with a light showering of praises and kisses from Steven he and you camp out on the living room floor. 

   a large Care Bears blanket smelling fresh of fabric softener covering a quarter of the expansive carpet of the siting area. you and daddy gathered your stuffies for the evening and watched The Carebears Movie, maybe get a nap in. although not halfway through the movie did you and Steven hear a knock on the door that you stood up with a squeal. 

   dropping your squishmallow that was nestled in your arms down and raced out of the living room and into the hall heading towards the door. Steven at your tail keeping up with you (you’re fast for a little one), he didn’t look reassured one bit on Bucky’s plan on helping to fill his absence since he thought that Steven would be enough.

   hell you think it’s Bucky behind the door when it unfortunately isn’t 

   but Steven hopes and prays that his boyfriend’s plan works, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as peaks into the peep hole. sticking to his side as he undid the locks, your daddy opens the door to reveal- auntie Natasha and Ruby Roo? 

   your confused face made itself clear when she and your daddy hugged, a large thermal bag in one of her arms and Ruby’s hand in the other she smiles down to you. “hello [y/n]! how are you today angel pie?” the red head exclaims. a soft sparkle in her eyes is comforting but you were hoping for your daddy that it stung something in you.

   not answering, all you do is look up to your daddy, “what are they doing here?” you mutter but Steven only smiles that ‘behave’ smile before laughing it off. “that isn’t how we greet our guests little one. say hello to auntie Nat and Ruby Roo,” he spoke and you catch up on the memo when his hand roughly gripes your ass.

   “hello auntie Nattie!” you kindly spoke in your sweetest tone before giving the assassin slash caregiver a tight hug and she laughs in response. “hello Ruby,” turning your head to the little dressed in her Winnie the Pooh overalls, she gave you a shy wave back before staring down on her shoes. 

   Steven requested that you and Ruby Roo go to your playroom and play as he and auntie Natasha started lunch. the very mention of such set a fire that was beginning to break out of you, you weren’t in any mood to interact with anyone. you didn’t even feel like having and entertaining guests because today was suppose to be between you and papa and no one else. 

   as you stood in the hallway the led to the kitchen with that irritated glare on your face Steven faked a cough and gave you that smile again. 

   trust me, when I tell you this-

   if you weren’t in fear of misbehaving you’d simply walk away from all three of them to your room. where you’d do something else more deserving of your time to pass by, like camp out underneath your cherry printed covers crying for your papa’s absence. however, the glare of Stevens blue hues tripled their icy fire and instead of popping your over-chewed bubblegum at him you grabbed Ruby Roo’s hand. 

   guiding the petite and soft rounded little upstairs with a hmph, Ruby did her best to catch up and not trip on the steps. auntie Nat smiled and laughed at how kind you were to wanna immediately spend time with Ruby but she clearly didn’t see what Steven could see. 

   the grown up conversations between her and Steven fade to the back as you walk up the stairs to your playroom. which now led to you and Ruby coloring at your arts and crafts table. partaking in no light or big conversations as swift fingers and busy hands exchanged crayons and other coloring tools.

   your glare focused on the paper underneath your hands, making a drawing for papa when he’d come home and save you from all of them. it was the only thing keeping you from ripping it to shreds, you’ve managed to calm yourself down as you felt your anger almost bubble over. counting your crayons until the roughness of you voice came back to your normal tone and whispered the colors as your breathing soothed. 

   anything to make you feel that papa was here with you, calming you down with him

   “are you okay?” Ruby asked, a little meekness in her voice that worried her if she did something to upset you. 

   “no Roo, i’m not okay. i’m sad and mad and tired. papa was suppose to spend the day with me but he had to leave for work. i’m scared we won’t have any time left before he leaves for his mission. it’s the last moments that I cling on when he goes away because I don’t know if he- he’ll-” your fret deepens until it wobbles. 

   tears dripping down from your butterfly lashes but you still proceed to color with shaky hands and you’re shocked to find Ruby lending you a tissue. looking up at her figure, her little piglet backpack open on her lap, she places the tissue box on the crafts table. “thank you,” you murmur before taking it to dry your eyes and blow your nose. 

   “my mommy leaves for a mission next week to. she and your papa are gonna be working together but that’s days away! mommy is making sure to schedule me on lots of playdates when she’s away. a-and I really was hoping we could spend more time together,” her soft whispery voice broke and you simply nod. 

   you could reply back, you want to reply back but you were in no mood to do so. although the nonverbal gesture of just nodding your head was enough to make Ruby widely smile. hugging her Eeyore stuffie close to her abdomen, happy and thrilled that you agreed as she colored. 

   as usual when it came to Ruby Roo, the shy and quite nature of her actions and words was slowly disappearing as time went on. slowly engaging in conversations with you instead of nodding and shaking her head. two of you complimented each other on your outfits, she on your tutu as you did on her embroidery overalls and the tiny flower clips in her braids. 

   nice and quite for you to calm yourself over your thoughts on your papa, although the silence is ended when Steven and auntie Nat enter the room as they laugh on about whatever didn’t concern the littles. picking each of their littles up and taking them to the kitchen to eat their lunch, all you do is frown and huff. looking down on your drawing, you were so lose to finishing it and Steven can sense what’s upsetting you within a blink.

   “you can finish your drawing after lunch munckin.”

   you roll your eyes and turn your head away, “not hungry.” you grunt and Steven shakes his head at your lie. 

   “yes you are angel. eat lunch and then you finish your drawing.” but he can still feel your unsatisfaction and displeasement as he walks down the steps holding you close till his lips brush against your ears. “it’s just for today munchkin, okay? be good for daddy please. make me happy,” Steven whispered in your ears and you dropped the frown. 

   not wanting to disappoint him, you quickly dropped the attitude as he settles you on your seat next to Ruby. “spit it out,”

   maybe with some food in you, you’ll calm down. Steven thought as he poured you a plate of macaroni and cheese after demanding you to spit out your gum in his tissue palm. which you did with a pout, but it didn’t add any excitement even when they were serving you your favorite comfort food

   well, aunt Natasha’s mac and cheese. 

   Steven didn’t think much of the food, you wanted to eat mac and cheese today and Natasha brought hers over. what harm will it do that it wasn’t made by Bucky?

   oh how wrong he was

   when he placed the plate in front of you, the hunger for food that was sparkling in your eyes dimmed out when you saw the pasta. rings of red and orange bell peppers mixed with the curly pasta; bits of onion in the sauce that wasn’t the exact cheesy color as you and Bucky would make it and there were- cauliflower and broccoli florets in it?!

   your face scrunched in disgust. glaring down on the plate when you notice it isn’t the one you usually use. looking over at Ruby Roo, who was happily eating from her plate, taking large bites of the sweet peppers and broccoli- you notice she has your plate! the one with your favorite Disney princess surrounded by water color flowers on it and your mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out of it. 

   “what kind of juice box do you want sweet things? we have strawberry kiwi, grape, fruit punch and cranberry apple,” Natasha spoke as she opened the refrigerator. 

   “can I please have fruit punch mommy,” Ruby Roo asked and therefore she received, “here you go bun bun. what about you angel? what kind would you like?” 

   “fruit punch to please,” you spoke nonchantelly, forking your food but not planning on actually eating it. Natasha searched the fridge but came up short to nothing even when you were praying that magically there would be another, “sorry sweetheart there isn’t anymore. what other flavor would you like? I know you really like cranberry!” 

   you just nod and take the cranberry apple juice box from her, trying your hardest to suppress your frown. you’ve known there was only one fruit punch juice box. you’ve been saving that fruit punch one for your lunch date with papa. not have Ruby Roo take it from you while she ate her nasty mac and cheese out of your plate. 

   glaring down at your food, Steven settled besides you and rested a large warm hand on your thigh. giving you a squeeze to encourage you to eat, your lips twist in opening up your lips for the incoming fork. taking one tiny bite of the elbow macaroni with no traces of vegetables in your mouth, you thought you would tolerate it but your tase buds told you otherwise. 

   trying your best not to gag on it when the sauce didn’t taste right on your tongue, you force yourself to swallow and eat the macaroni only. Steven noticed that you’ve pushed all your vegetable to the side, nitpicking as you sneer when you find some in the pasta shell. 

   “angel pie look at Ruby Roo eating her vegetables! vegetables are good for you, they make you healthy and your body strong and brain smart. I mean wasn’t it just last week that she made that huge popsicle stick castle? incredibly impressive, angel pie still needs my help stacking a house of cards,” Steven laughed and you wanted to put your face in your hands then sink in your seat.

   did he just call you dumb?

   you couldn’t help but not stare duly at your plate as he kept talking about all the big and small things Ruby has done that you have yet to do or didn’t want to do. all while still holding your thigh that you were wielding every bit of self control not to swat away. looking over to Natasha nodding along, waiting to respond after swallowing the food in her mouth and washed it with a glass of wine.

   “it was amazing, I was so proud of her that day. mommy loves her smart bon bon,” Ruby Roo just smiled and ate, giggling every once in a while from the attention. biting your lip, you simply just continued to push your vegetables away and kept quite. didn’t plan nor prepare yourself that you’d be compared to someone else to add onto the list of potential tears.

   as much as you liked Ruby Roo and how much you adored your playdates, it tore you apart how you were always being compared to her. during sleepovers, precisely around dinner she would always eat her vegetables first before eating anything else. your daddy would praise her on every little thing she did that was considered normal or too difficult in your eyes. 

   Papa even adding onto the attention and admiration when she asked for seconds on her veggies and your daddies would praise her to no end. saying how no one in this house asked for seconds on vegetables, clearly aiming the comment towards you. it did strive you to do better, but it didn’t always work out.

   ‘cause even when you ate your veggies and pointed it out they didn’t have the same spark in there eyes. even when you made your tiny playdough statues you didn’t get the same optimistic comments. and even when you strived to do something that would grab their attention and admiration they didn’t give you a second look. not nearly as much attention as Ruby or your other friends received.

   it wasn’t helping that these thoughts were running through your mind as you nibbled on the elbow pasta. not helping at all when Daddy and aunt Natasha talked about planning more playdates when she and Bucky would be gone. clearing out the necessities while scheduling the little dates between you and Ruby Roo. some with Peach, Bambi, Taffy, and Teddy but more sleepovers with you and the smart bon bon.

   but what upset you was that they were already talking as if Papa was already gone and Steven was still talking about that damn popsicle castle. mixing in the steaming brew of wrecking emotions tearing and wrecking havoc in your heart and clouding your head- it was all enough to make you slam the shiny fork down on the plate. 

   the loud clank! alarming both adults as you got up from your seat. free of Stevens hand on your thigh, you take stand up and take your dish with you. “i’m not hungry anymore,” the words are awfully quiet but all three people eating at the marble island can hear them.

   “you barely touched your food angel,” you don’t listen in as you walk away to the faucet. not withstanding the unpleasant air that suffocated your chest and twisted your vocal chords roughly in your throat. “i’m not hungry,” you spoke in the most calmest voice that you can muster but there were cracks here and there.  

   “yes you are angel. you didn’t eat enough breakfast and you’ve only been snacking on gum the whole day. sit down and finish your plate. Ruby is already on her second plate-” you couldn’t understand the emotions that were bubbling up inside you but every word that left your daddy’s mouth made you want to cry and scream in defiance. 

   no more, you couldn’t take anymore of it.

   “no,” you snapped, it was loud, pungent and prolonged. “I said i’m not hungry anymore. I can’t force myself to eat this shit.” you grumbled that last sentence but Steven’s super soldier earing caught onto it when Natasha and Ruby didn’t.

   “excuse me Tasha I have to handle this. i’m sorry angel, what did you say? I don’t listen to babies who mutter, speak up,” Steven spoke standing up in front of his seat but you weren’t gonna embarrass yourself in front of Ruby and Aunt Tasha. no matter how much your wishing for them to just go away it seemed the only problem you have at this moment is with your daddy.

   now if you think about it, it’s always been Steven. making you feel down, trying desperately every single day to try and impress him to only get no where but a step lower from where you once where. keeping you up at night, wondering if he truly did love you for you and not buying into a fake persona of you that fit his ideals. 

   throat burning and tears swelling up with searing tears, you dig your nails in your palms. staring up at the tall man, you never felt this mad and upset with anyone in your life until now. your mouth opens to say the incoming words but no one is prepared to handle them. not Steven, not Aunt Natasha, and certainly not Ruby Roo.

   “I wish you weren’t my daddy,” 

   BAM! 

   the plate of barely touched food that was once in your hand shattered to the floor. a chore of gasps from your guests sounding off as you grabbed another one from the gleaming pile on the counter shining in the bulb chandeliers above. soon, with your raging frustration on why its always you who has to be at the receiving end of heartache all the shiny glass plates shattered amongst the polished wooden tiles. 

   face sticky with hot tears, a sob excludes your lips and Natasha cautiously speaks your name but you don’t listen. raising your chin up to meet Steven’s glance, that icy blue that normally presents itself when he’s pissed at you is absent. making your skin crawl that you can’t distinguish anything in them. 

   no disappointment, no frustration, no anguish, no pitiful, nothing. but how simple those next words of his were that made you feel all three.

   “sometimes I wish for that to,”

    it wasn’t right on Stevens part to say such as thing, especially when he really didn’t mean it at all but it was too late. you’ve already grabbed the pot of food that was resting at the stove top, the incoming action the very cause of the kitchen soon spiraling into chaos. when you placed the pot above your head Steven’s wide eye state and steps towards you were a warning but it was already a loss when you threw it.

   BAM!

   it flew above his head and landed right on the island where your guests were witnessing your breakdown. the shattering of glass proceeding at wine glasses broke, plates of food fell to the floor, wine bottles smashed and the pot rolling from the impact of the island to the other side of the kitchen. food everywhere, wine dripping onto the barstools and island.

   the kitchen was quiet of the sound of breaking glass and bangs of stainless steel but Ruby’s cries were heard and they weren’t coming to a halt. it made you step away from the scene at the mess, the chaos that you created as you turned your head to Natasha and Steven trying to calm Ruby down. 

   “Nat i’m so sorry-”

   “no Steven- I don’t wanna talk about this. we’re going home. Roo come on lets go get your coat.” she was still whimpering about her overalls ruined, the fruit punch juice box soaking them through as she followed her caregiver out of the kitchen as Steven tried to calm the situation.

   leaving you alone to process the upcoming words from your daddy: “I swear she’s an angel. I don’t know what’s gotten into her today,” as he and Natasha said there goodbyes, there bicker that had ceased to good terms coming to a stop.

   as the door closed, your heart plummeted as Steven stepped back into the kitchen. coming to face you and you never felt more scared and worried for yourself in your life when he made his way to your sitting figure in the corner.

   “I know what I did was wrong. I could have hurt myself and others because I didn’t process my emotions but I was just so frustrated. you know how much i’ve been compared to others throughout my life and you know how much that past still hurts me but you just kept reminding me over and over again that I was still unworthy. and even when I felt most vulnerable because Bucky’s leaving soon you just pushed it and I tried to keep it all bottled up but I couldn’t. because no matter how much I try to impress you or do things that would make you proud of me I never can meet up to your standards.”

   the kitchen now is quiet for only your sniffles are heard, tears dropping down into your empty soup bowl. slipping out of little space much early as you and Steven talked about the events of today, it was much easier for you to speak up about your thoughts this way.

   “and it doesn’t help that you proved my assumptions, even when I didn’t want to believe them. that you didn’t really love me, you told me your truth and I don’t wanna burden you anymore-” your words are shaky as your hands, breaking the last sentence into a sob as you push yourself away from the seat. 

   planning on walking away from your problems he just holds your hand and despite your tears holding onto the pitch dark thoughts you allow him to pull you close to him. resting your head on his shoulders as the tears fall, fingers curling in the material of his sleeve. “I didn’t mean what I said, never in any lifetime would I mean it angel. I never knew how much i’ve been hurting you till now, sometimes I don’t even know why we didn’t connect well but it was me who was blind. i’ll never make you feel that way again angel pie. you have my word, never.” 

   you and Steven stay like that, your head on his shoulders until your sniffs stopped and your heartbeats thumped together in sync. until you fall asleep in his arms, he carried you upstairs and settled you in bed under the warmth of your covers. kissing you goodnight as he brings your favorite stuffed animal to be placed under your arm close to you. 

   “daddy loves you angel pie,” he whispers, turning off your lamp and switching on your nightlight he slowly walks out your room and closes the door halfway. allowing the golden light of the hallway to slip inside your room, he walks downstairs into the kitchen to clean up after dinner. 

   hearing the front door open and the loud shout of Bucky happily shouting “i’m home!” Steven sighs at that, wiping his wet hands dry with a dish cloth he starts prepping some coffee.

   Bucky soothed down when it came to any conversation as long as he was sipping on coffee. it cooled down his nerves but Bucky now is wondering why he isn’t hearing his little angels footsteps running through the hallway or down the stairs to jump in his arms like she usually does. turning his head to the clock he sees it isn’t your naptime nor is it your bedtime but he thinks you’re still upstairs and didn’t hear him. 

   dropping the keys in the glovebox at the bureau, the super soldier continues walking until he sees Steven’s figure in the kitchen working on the coffee machine. he sniffs the air, the smell of bleach, Clorox and Lysol hitting his nose strong, “damn Steven, did you and our little angel do some spring cleaning when I was out?” Bucky laughed but his boyfriend doesn’t smile back. 

   wrapping his arms around Stevens waist, he pulls him the blond back until his back presses against Bucky’s chest. pressing a soft kiss to his Stevens clean shaven cheek, “how was work dear?” Steven murmured, heart racing in his chest, wondering if Natasha spoke to him about the events of today. 

   finishing prepping the machine and turning it on Steven turns but only to meet Bucky’s lips to his. sweet and sensual but with the bite to the blonds bottom lip and the wandering metal hands as his belt Steven pulls away. normally he wouldn’t but the subject of today was more important to discuss, Bucky would kill him if he didn’t bring up this matter because eventually he would find out. even if Steven didn’t tell him, Bucky had a magical way of finding things like that.

   “it was fine. could beat Tony up once up in a while, he fucking owes me for this- but i’m more than fine with beating something else,” Bucky whispered and the metal of Steven’s belt buckle was unlatched and so was his lips. Bucky swirling his tongue with his as a result, moaning as the belt fell onto the floor and the zipper of his pants unwinding afterwards.

   Steven couldn’t deny that he was hard but the thought of your outburst and his own fault for it all clouded his head but damn did Bucky look so fucking hot on his knees in front of him. hands at his thighs, outlining his boner bulging in a tent Steven panted and threw his head back. “Buck? I-I gotta tell you something,” Steven choked as he swallowed in a quick breath but Bucky just chuckles.

   “honey i’m pretty sure we can ‘bout that later. i’m busy right now,” Bucky smirks as he starts to take pull Steven’s pants down, practically salivating at the sight and taste of his cock but the incoming words snap Bucky out of his trance.

   “angel got in trouble today Buck!” it makes the bulky brunette below halt his actions quick, his eyes dropping from the floor to the blond above. looking at him with that stare and scrunched brow if he was fucking joking around but Steven was shaking his head no, his face dawned with some sort of emotion which didn’t mean good.

   “what did you do now Steven?” 

  two mugs of coffee in front of them but they’re untouched, probably cold from the time that went by. from Steven explaining the situation and your disposition, a soft quiet fills the kitchen as they hear the chirp of crickets and birds outside. the sleek black of night filling in the darkening kitchen by the time Steven explained everything.

   “I cannot believe you. why didn’t you call me? I could have helped her calm down, none of this would have happened.” Bucky scolds and Steven only but dodges the glare that’s aimed at him.

   “I didn’t mean it all to happen, you think I wanted all this? I just wanted to find a solution on my own but I didn’t know that the problem was the way that I treated her and talked about her. i’m the problem.”

   Bucky sighed, staring down at the polished marble then the ceramic green of his untouched coffee. “it isn’t your fault Steve. I didn’t know that I was treating her awfully either. she did tell us or hint to it but we just didn’t listen. the fault is on both of us,” he whispered, rubbing his forehead with his palm.

   “i’m skipping on that talk that I warned her of. we gotta make it up to her, any ideas?” Bucky’s silence is the only response, they both promised their little one that they would only make her feel loved and safe. not hurt her and remind her of the pain she was trying to get over and forget. 

   but miraculously, a light bulb shines above the crown of Bucky’s head as he pulls his hair away from his face. a smile gleaming as he remembered how much you’ve been talking about going to Build-a-Bear, “I have an idea,” 

   those untouched coffee mugs are left abandoned on the kitchen island as Bucky and Steven go to your room. the long haired brunette peaking his head through the crack too see you sound asleep in your bed, tucked away in some happy dreamland he hopes. slipping inside the room, Steven stands by the doorframe as he watches Bucky kiss your temple. 

   whispering all the right and sweet things Steven couldn’t bring himself to think of, Bucky was so good at what he did for you and Steven was still struggling to learn but he will do better. 

anything for their precious angel pie 

   as Steven and Bucky get ready for bed, they talk on their plans as they brushed their teeth and wore their pajamas. from waking you up early with your favorite breakfast to dressing you up in your favorite outfit. taking you to the small shop in the mall that you’ve been nonstop talking about, let you buy as many stuffed bears and animals as your heart desires.

   slipping under their covers to, Steven wrapped his large arms around Bucky and kissed his neck, “do you wanna finish what you started,” he whispered as he bite on Bucky’s earlobe, pulling it a bit but Bucky just scoffed.

   “go to sleep punk,” 

   Steve huffed and slipped under the covers but Bucky just grinned, kissing Steven goodnight as they slipped fast asleep. thrilled to treat their angel right tomorrow as they slipped to sleep in each others grasps. 

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