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I can’t wait your fics are amazing 🤩

Am I 2.5k deep into the first time you meet beefy!Boxer Bucky? Yes, yes am I 😌

He's a flirt. She's making him for work for it😌

Please make this a fic! 💕

Mechanic!Steve

gif by @beyondthefold

Pairing: SingleDad/Mechanic!Steve x Reader

Warnings:Fluff, mutual pining, Scott.

“So,” Steve drags the word out, a wide grin stretching his bearded face. Bright blue eyes glimmering with a heady combination of excitement and anticipation. “You think she’ll like it?” 

You tap your finger on your bottom lip and circle the table, eyeing the moving toy with a haughty air.

“Hmm,” you say, not giving anything away. 

“Aw cmon.” Steve bounces on his heels, reaching out to tap the button on its back. The cat’s mouth opens and out comes a stilted but adorable Jamie you’re my best friend. “That’s nice right?”

You shrug one shoulder, muttering a nonchalant huh, I guess, concealing your pride as you study the talking cat. 

Steve’s head drops back. “You’re killing me.” 

The sound of his frustrated groan breaks through your facade and you dissolve into laughter. His eyes snap to your face and he grins, shaking his head. “I knew you liked it.” 

Like it? You love it and you’re blown away. 

The man built a talking cat from scratch, all because he wants to give his daughter the cat she can’t have. Her allergies make it impossible for her to be in a room with a real one for more than five minutes.

So what does Steve do? Call his friends, a few supply shops and figure out how to build one himself. 

You didn’t think you could be more attracted to your boss, but watching him handcraft a toy for his daughter has made you fall for him even more. 

“It’s perfect,” you smile at him, unknowingly rendering the 6’3” mechanic silent for a few seconds. 

Steve’s still not used to how pretty you are. The way your face lights up whenever you’re happy sends him into a tailspin. You’re hypnotizing him and he can’t stop his gaze from dropping to your lips. “Yeah, perfect.”

Its clear he’s no longer referring to the toy. The air leaves your lungs and you can’t find the strength to take a breath in, your concentration, attention, the few brain cells remaining after his voice deepened all of it, centers on your handsome boss inching closer and closer to you, his fingers trailing across the table, stopping near your wrist. His cologne washes over you and your knees threaten to buckle. 

“I uh,” he starts, bending down so slowly you’re think you must be imagining it, but his lips are getting closer and oh god, you can’t take your eyes off them. “I just want to-” 

A sharp knock on his office door sends you flying back, your hands smoothing down your shirt in an attempt to hide your nerves. The door swings open a second later and Scott pops his head in. “Hey boss, I need your help with the McCellan account.” 

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be out in a second.” Steve says, waving him off. 

“I should get back to my desk,” you mumble, stepping back, eyes averting to the ground while heat floods your cheeks.

Steve sees your change in demeanor, his heart sinks. “Wait, we should talk-” 

You keep going, shouldering your way past Scott. “The toy looks great,” you toss back as you rush down the hall. “She’s going to love it.”

“Oh man, can I play with it?” Scott voice rings out, strolling to the table with a smirk on his face.

Steve looks over his head, watching you flee to your desk, a sardonic grin on his lips. “Damn it.”

“Oops.” Scott’s chagrined tone is accompanied by the sound of plastic snapping.

Steve closes his eyes, his head lolling back. “Scott?”

“Yes boss?”

“Get out.” 

“I don’t even blame you. I’d kick me out too,” Scott rambles. “Hey before I go, what are the chances that the new girl will give me her number?”

Jealousy sweeps across Steve so fast and suddenly he almost chokes on it. He turns, eyes narrowing.

“Yep, I’m going.” Scott laughs, patting Steve on the arm on his way out. “And I knew it.”

Before Steve can ask what he means by that, the door shuts in his face.

Steve looks over at the cat, his tail in two pieces by his back paw and sighs.

He was so close to finding out if your lips are as soft as they are in his dreams.

At least putting Jamie’s gift back together will keep his mind off of you. For a few minutes anyway.

new fic !!!!! omg i'm so excited, would you tag me in it?? (this account or hellfiremovieclub, whichever) the headcanons seem like you have such an understanding of eddie, i'm excited to see what you do!

hi!! um yes of course I can tag you! This is really sweet thank you <3 

Hi Star,

sending you loads of love!

i just wanted to know does chubby bucky's have any love languages that the reader figures out over time together?

Words of affirmation

Bucky low key has a praise kink. It took a while for you to realize it. The first time you complimented his baking skills, a ruddy flush swept across his cheeks and down his neck, he stammered out the most endearing thank you.

You really began to suspect it the time you mentioned how amazing he was for taking care of you when you were sick the night before, by the time you finished speaking, Bucky resembled the three-tier red velvet cake he was frosting.

And then one night, while you two were making love, you told him how good he was making you feel and he became feral, wanting-needing-to hear those words again and again.

Bucky expresses his affection by writing you the sweetest love notes before he goes to the bakery in the morning. He texts you random things throughout the day. He noticed when you change your hair, or get something new and he compliments you every chance you get. Constantly encouraging you to try new things, building you up, always believing in you.

Quality time

Because of his long hours at the bakery, he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with you. Big fancy dates are fun but it's the nights with the two of you bundled up on the couch under a mountain of blankets, his head on your stomach, arms banded around you while a movie plays. Or dinners with you sitting on his lap in the middle of the living room sharing one plate of food as you talk about your day.

Nothing compares to the afternoons spent in the kitchen with Bucky teaching how to make his favorite desserts, or wandering through the farmers market, your hand in his while he meticulously browses through the selections.

His absolute favorite moments with you. The ones that get him through a long, exhausting day are when you wake up with him, keeping him company while he gets ready. Some mornings you'll shave his beard, some days he'll talk you into quickie in the shower. But it always ends with him kissing you're both breathless.

Acts of service

Bucky loves to do things for you. Whether it's creating a signature dish for you or filling up your gas tank and washing your car so you never have to worry about it.

He gives massages, makes you playlists, and plans date nights that revolve around your interests.

If you need something done, Bucky will do it for you. No complaints, he doesn't bring it up later.

Bucky appreciates all the things you do for him. It means the world when you stop by the bakery with lunch or you get his favorite apron dry cleaned.

Nadia! did you see violet wrote Cyran? (you have been too quiet about it so the answer is to me no, you have not seen 😂)

HELLO! I now have free time and I'm so excited to read it (I'll get to it immediately!) 🥺💖 Thank you very much for sending in the ask!

Helping out that biker!Ari anon...

What happens when you scratch his bike accidentally?

Pairing: Biker!Ari x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI

a/n: Written on my phone.

An eerie silence falls over the crowd gathered outside of the bar. The rowdy conversations quickly snuffed out one by one until only low, uneasy murmurs remains.

Your wide eyes are glued to the fallen bike, palm splayed across your slack mouth. Your stomach abruptly swoops down to your feet leaving you lightheaded and the urge to sink to the ground washes over you.

"Ari man, it was an accident," Rick, one of the new mechanics frantically explains, he takes a shaky step towards you as if he's going to place himself between you and the bike at your feet.

He looks over your shoulder and winces. Your stomach drops even more and tears prick the corner of your eyes. There's a long, jagged scratch on the side of Ari's bike. And it's your fault. You bumped into it, not paying attention because you were rushing to meet everyone for drinks.

A shadow falls over you. Ari. Without even looking, you know it's him, his cologne drifts over you and the heat from his body warms your back.

"I'm so sorry." Lowering your head, you stare at the scratch, already calculating the overtime you're going to have to work to pay for this.

He reaches around you and he takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back until you're gazing into his deep blue eyes. Your breath hitches in your chest. His expression is unreadable as he studies your face.

"I can fix this, you know it's not a big deal." Rick rambles, cautiously darting around the two of you.

Ari doesn't respond. And you--you don't even know what's happening, let alone if you should even speak right now. Pulling your hand away from your mouth, he brings your face back, even more, to get a closer look at you, stroking your cheek with his knuckle.

Steve strolls out of the bar, taking in the scene with a knowing smirk. "You know what happens if someone touches our bikes don't ya Sunshine?"

"I'm sorry-" You squeak at his stern question, too wrapped up in whatever is happening between you and Ari to detect the teasing glint in Steve's tone.

Ari on the other hand knows exactly what Steve's doing and he gives his brother a withering look. He grins in return. "You know what you have to do."

"I do." Ari takes a step back, letting you go. He crouches in front of his bike and pushes it upright. He traces over the scratch and glances over his shoulder at you.

Another apology falls from your lips and he glowers. Standing up, he stomps over to you and before you can move, he tosses you over his shoulder, pushing past the crowd, he heads into the bar.

He strolls past the patrons without a second glance and goes inside one of the back offices.

"Ari I can pay for it. I can work extra and I-" You gasp, heat sweeps up your cheek followed by a searing sting. It takes a second to register what just happened until he does it again. His large hand slaps your ass. Harder. And it feels good.

"Apologize again. I dare you Sunshine," he challenges, his deep voice almost a growl, he smacks you one more time before placing you on an empty desk.

You gaze up at him, confused. You were expecting him to be mad but there's an undercurrent of amusement in his eyes. Ari is never amused and it's disconcerting and exhilarating.

"But I-"

Ari takes your chin again and oh something about the way he keeps doing that, his grip firm yet gentle, makes your thighs clench.

Ari knows he should care about his bike but all he could focus on was the way your shoulders were slumped and how devastated you looked outside. He plans on making sure you never have a reason to have that expression on your pretty face again.

Starting now.

"You know what happens when you mess up my bike?" Ari raises his brow, brushing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

You shake your head, you realize how close he and your clit pulses.. Ari plants his hands by your thighs and he lowers his lips to your ear. You feel so small, protected when he's caging you like this.

That ache in your chest when you saw his bike hit the ground dissipates into a haze of lust. A shiver slithers down your spine when you feel his plush lips move over your sensitive skin.

"I have to punish you," he intones, his hands moving to your soft thighs and he spreads them. "Don't I, Sunshine?"

You've never wanted to be punished for anything in your life until this very moment. You'll gladly take whatever he wants to give you.

His large hands slide up your thighs as he settles between them. Ari moves your dress up to your waist and finds your aching clit, rolling it between his fingers "Might take all night for you to learn your lesson."

Leaning back on your elbows, you let out a soft moan. "Ari, I'm going to be honest with you, if this is your version of a punishment, I'm going to knock over your bike every chance I get. Fuck right there," you sob when he slips a long ringed adorned finger inside your drenched cunt.

"Please don’t." Ari hides his grin, watching your eyes roll back as he finds a rhythm you like. "I don't think my insurance will cover that Sunshine."

You don't care, especially not after he finds a spot inside your pussy that sends a jolt of pure electricity through your veins."Oh fuck, you keep doing that and I might even break in your house and- ohgodyes."

Ari chuckles under his breath. "No need beautiful, I'll make you a key," he whispers to himself.

Does Bucky get pissed if someone else calls Malyshka by her pet name

^Buckys face if he hears someone else call his wife by her nickname. She's his Malyshka and Bucky doesn't share what's his.

Bucky can admit he's possessive when it comes to her luckily she finds it sexy.

No one else gets to call her by that nickname, only him.

Bucky will correct anyone who tries. His cousin learned that very quickly. 👀

A lot of little kids pack mainly toys when going on vacation (their parents pack the clothes). What would it be like for Bee? Obviously Mr. Tato is coming along but do clothes just “appear” on vacation? Thank you! 💜

They let Bee pack one suitcase. Because she "gots it" as she likes to tell them. Then she packs her stuffed animals, her coloring books, crayons, her blanket and her monies. She has her priorities in order😌

The night before they leave, her mama will pack her real suitcase. She knows which outfits are Bee's favorites so its easy to make sure the toddler has everything she wants.

Bee doesn't even question how her clothes end up in the hotel or villa. It's one of those things that just happens.

if you think about it, "biker" and "bikini" only have a three letter difference 😌

idk where im going w this 🤭

Sounds like something a higher than a kite biker Bucky would say to Gorgeous.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you say, lifting your arm off your eyes, the bright sun making you blink.

Bucky plants his hands on either side of your head. His bare chest, warm and tatted, hovering over your sun-kissed body as he kisses your neck. He smells earthy. You like it.

"Three letters separate the words. Three strings separate—" he tugs the knotted bow on your waist,—"you from me."

You drop your arm behind your head and stare. You're not following his logic but that's okay.

Because as he tugs those three little strings loose and you feel his erection grow hard and thick against your thigh, you remember that Bucky has always been better at show than tell.