#(whips out 5 bucks) gladly

[hungry-tum-stuff]

“Aw honey, your tummy feels so hollow…”

*These characters are new! I’ll speak more on Dante and Buck later, but for now here’s your first taste of them…

Dante’s eyes fluttered open, an early morning sunbeam having woken him as it shone through the curtains. He blinked groggily, before his eyes shot open and his head whipped around the unfamiliar bedroom.

Right… He thought to himself as he settled back down, his eyes coming to rest on the man sleeping beside him. Buck, he remembered. The tall, easy-talking stranger who had taken him home last night. He was snoring slightly, and Dante found it in him to smile. I got really lucky last night.

Dante peeled his eyes away from the other man to check the time: 5:00 in the morning. He sighed and closed his eyes, fully intent on going back to sleep and maybe getting another round in with Buck once it wasn’t the ungodly hours of the morning.

But then his stomach growled, and his peace was shattered.

Shit. Dante cursed inwardly as his hand flew down to his empty belly. When’s the last time I ate…?

The specifics weren’t all too important to Dante’s tummy, which grumbled beneath his hand. Clearly it had been too long.

Dante rubbed his aching tummy and glanced over at Buck again, deliberating. Did he sneak out of bed and raid this guy’s kitchen? Did he wake him up and start begging for breakfast? Did he just leave and look for someplace open in town?

He winced as his stomach groaned, and to his horror, Buck began to stir. Guess I’m staying put.

“G’morning…” Buck said sleepily, his eyes still focusing on Dante, who was damn near frozen in place.

“…Morning.” Dante said stiffly, willing his stomach to stay quiet.

“You been awake long?” The other asked, lifting himself up off his belly to lean on his arms. His very strong arms. Dante pushed that thought away.

“Not really… How’d you sleep?”

“Real good next to you~” Buck drawled in that slight southern twang that had drawn Dante in to begin with. God, this guy was good.

“You’re still flirting with me?” Dante chuckled. “You already got what you wanted big boy, you can stop now.”

Buck grinned and sat up, leaning over Dante. “I can’t say I got enough…” He said softly, before leaning in for a kiss. Dante gladly reciprocated, but as they kissed Buck’s hands began to travel. First to his chest, then slowly they slid down to his belly…

And Dante’s stomach rumbled against his hand.

Both men paused, and Dante felt his face go red as Buck pulled away to laugh.

“Sorry…”

“No no, it’s alright!” Buck insisted once he’d stopped laughing. “Just golly, you sound starved. You okay?”

Dante’s stomach grumbled furiously, against Buck’s hand that was still there, and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to crawl under the covers and hide. But they were both under the covers, and Buck was on top of him, so he sure as shit wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’ll be fine, let’s just pick up where we left off…” Dante tried to lean up to get at Buck’s lips again, but Buck held him down by pushing against his belly, which sunk in beneath his palm. Buck frowned and began rubbing gentle circles over Dante’s tummy.

“Aw honey… But your tummy feels hollow as a drum.” Buck pat it for emphasis. Dante’s stomach was fairly toned, but there wasn’t much fat to speak of. The only softness was the empty pocket beneath his ribs where his stomach sat, growling at Buck as he gently pressed into it. “Don’t you wanna get some food in there?”

“I… Yeah.” Dante relented. “Food sounds great.”

“I’ll get to makin’ breakfast then.” He smiled, patting Dante’s belly again. “How many flapjacks you reckon you can fit in there, huh?”

Dante’s stomach gurgled expectantly, and he found himself simply staring at Buck as he got up to begin making food.

He’d never had a fling cook for him before.

“As many as you got, I’m starving.”

[boom-bakugou]

‘Earn Your Title’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: i cannot help myself- i’m sorry lmao i hope you all enjoy

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, spanking, light bondage, cumplay, dirty talk, dom/sub tactics (kinda)

Summary: It’s difficult being the sidekick to the infamous pro hero Ground Zero, it’s even harder trying not to speak back to him.

Word Count: 2.7k

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“He could’ve gotten away idiot!” Bakugou snapped, veins pulsing from his neck as he slammed his fists on his desk making it wobble.

“It’s this stupid capture support item you made me get!” You retaliated, holding the long, ropey net-like substance up to shake it in his face as if he hadn’t seen it fail in over 5 missions now.

“Well then learn to fucking use it!” His words seethed with anger, the two of you only barely managed to catch the villain because of their own mistakes. When you finally got appointed to be a sidekick you were excited but after dealing with Ground Zero for the past month has been detrimental to your patience, it was like the man never calmed down.

“It’s completely incompatible with my quirk! It’s like if your gauntlets were actually water pistols!” You weren’t backing down this time, you knew you were right, you knew he just wanted to fight to blow off steam after the difficult heist.

“Then learn dipshit.” Bakugou’s volume lowered, but his tone seethed with pique. “Heroes have to make exceptions. You just don’t know how to use it. Earn your title of a hero by being better, now get out of my office.”

Your brows furrowed so far that you felt like you were going to tear your skin in half. Begrudgingly you picked up the support item and headed for the door but Bakugou’s voice stopped you as you tugged the door open in a huff.

“You’re staying late tonight. We’re training.” His voice left no thought for a disagreeing answer, so you didn’t answer at all. Merely slamming the door and heading over to your locker to change out of your hero suit which you were convinced was giving off steam just from how full of wrath you were.

Stupid boss. Stupid capture thingy-majig. Your brain screamed in your head, throwing your clothes haphazardly into the metal locker. Just because you were a sidekick didn’t mean he had to treat you like shit, though you had heard from other heroes that he was usually a short-tempered hot head all of the time. Why’d you have to get stuck with him?

Now clad in a tank top and some leggings to train in, you reluctantly pulled your tangle capture item out from your pile of clothes. You really could not be bothered with having to use this thing again. It was almost like it never listened to you.

You ran the fabric through your fingers, although it looked and felt like a bunch of fine hairs, it was actually a net that when thrown correctly could wrap around things easily to tie villains down. But with your quirk ‘wind flurry’ allowing you to direct wind currents with your eyes and fingers it was difficult to focus where you could direct gusts and where you threw the net. Practically impossible.

Sighing, you wrapped it around your knuckles and slamming your locker door shut with force you didn’t even realise you had been storing up. Walking nonchalantly to the training gym inside Ground Zero’s agency.

“You’re late.” You heard a grumble next to the door as you entered the room startling you a little. Bakugou leaned against the wall, a black tank clung to his chest leaving nothing to your imagination, but your thoughts about being pissed off at him quickly wavered that away.

“Actually, you didn’t set a time.” You composed yourself from the small startle, walking away from him whilst swinging the support item around in a circle. Just as you began to spin the net faster with your quirk, Bakugou’s hand abruptly stopped it moving.

“Watch your fuckin’ tone.” He groused, taking the item from you to inspect more closely. Within a split second he had whipped it along to hit the furthest back wall with a small explosion erupting from his palm to help it go further. It tied easily around some gym equipment before another explosion from rupturing down the fabric helped it untie and zip back into his hand.

“Your problem is multitasking, you’ve got to learn how to let it move with your quirk it was designed that way.” Bakugou mutters, thrusting the item back into your chest that you barely have a chance to catch as it’s tail end whips you in the side of your cheek.

“And how do I do that?” You scoff.

“You practise.” Bakugou once again leans against the wall, arms folded and watching you with a careful eye. “Show me how you use it.”

You roll your eyes when you turn away from him, taking the pose that he did before he immediately stopped you.

“That’s how I did it to work with my quirk, show me how you do it.” His voice was pressing, obviously tired of you trying to get this over and done with when it needs work.

Taking a deep breath, you make your usual stance and activate your quirk and whip the item… and the fine hairs of it flail around in the wind. You slump your body in defeat and turn around to Bakugou.

“See? I told you.”

Bakugou shakes his head and steps behind you, with his chest flush to your back you can feel his breath upon your skin and it almost gives you chills. His course fingers direct your arms in a way that you would usually use your quirk but never with the item.

“Now look-“ He places his head on your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck and you can’t help a small gasp escape your lips as you watch him tentatively. “You have a clear view of where it’s going. Try and get it on that pole there.”

He moves his head away and you can’t help but miss the contact of his hair on your skin, but he doesn’t move from behind you. He uses his large palms to help your shoulders relax and they fall down your back as he helps you stand.

“Act like it’s an extension of your quirk, now try.”

You focus your eye on the pole and use the capture item, flowing freely with your quirk before latching onto the pole. It was less abrupt than how Bakugou used it, probably because his quirk was so much more abrupt from yours, but you hear an amused grunt from him before you flick it back and into your hand.

“Not bad, needs work but you’re getting there.” His voice was still it’s usually gruff self but at least he was smiling for once. You turn to face him and he glances down at you, a smirk clad on his face.

“Didn’t think you were the one for dishing out compliments Bakugou.” You mock, the fine hairs of the support item drifting through your fingers as you spun it around.

“And I thought I told you to watch your fucking mouth.” He barked. Bakugou lifted a finger to your chin, almost closing your mouth to stop a retort. Without even knowing it he’d already snagged the piece from your hands and lowered his arm so he could hold it at his hip.

“You know I don’t know how the hell you think you’re gonna be a hero if you can’t respect the actual ones.” His smirk was menacing, and you could only try to whimper out a response before you felt the crack of the net slap against your ass, eliciting a yelp from you.

“S’what I thought.” The way he shuffled closer to you, making you step back until your back hit against a cable cross, the cold contact of the metal a shock to your now hot skin.

“I told you baby- you’re gonna have to earn that title.” Bakugou’s lips curved into a sneer, terrifying you but you also couldn’t help but feel the warmth against your legs that you tightened your thighs to not think about.

“Bakugou-“ You begin to speak but his fingers slip between your lips, holding your mouth open as he smacks your rear again with the net.

“I think it’s Ground Zero to you, Y/N.” The way he said your name was like it was a slur, not worthy enough to be titled to your hero name.

Drawing his fingers out of your mouth he ensnared both of your wrists, allowing the support net to tie them together before letting it tangle around the upper bar of the cable cross. Your feet were barely touching the ground, Bakugou sauntered over to you like a predator watching his prey, you could tell that he was trying not to at least lick his lips.

Bakugou’s chuckles at your desperation which rumble throughout his chest. He strides closer to you, easily lifting your body to stop the strain on your arms as your legs wrap neatly around his waist. He leans in for a kiss which you gladly follow through with before he teasingly moves back, a smug grin dawning on his face before he dives in to kiss you.

His grip around you wasn’t forceful, or angry; it was filled with lust that translated from his lips to yours. Bakugou grazed his tongue over your bottom lip, begging for entrance and when you didn’t give way, he bucked his hips into your clothed core- drawing a sweet moan from you and a chance for him to allow his tongue to explore your mouth.

“Ba- Ground Zero please.” You stutter in between the hot kisses, your hands gripping desperately to your binds as you wished to tug his hair in fistfuls.

“What was that little girl? You’re gonna have to use your words if you want to become a hero.” Bakugou trailed his mouth down your neck as he spoke, his hot breath tugging your neck closer to his lips for any sort of touch.

“I need you- please touch me I need it so bad.” Your whines made his fingers grip the sides of your waist, knowing that he wanted you badly too.

“I’ve gone so fucking long watching you parade about in that so called skimpy hero suit.” Bakugou lifts your shirt off and tears it at the arm holes. Thank god it was provided by the company. “Hearing you dare to talk back to me. God- I wanted to punish you so fucking bad every time you opened that filthy mouth of yours.”

He follows suit and takes his own shirt off, his abs glistening with sweat pressing against your stomach so sweetly it gives you butterflies.

“I’m going to ruin you- make you sorry for any time you talked back to me, you got that?” His mouth was right next to your ear, making your jaw tremble at the sound of his gruff voice.

“Yes-“ You whimper out before hearing a small crackle and the loud smack as his hand makes contact with your ass.

“Yes what?” He presses, the warmth of his hand raring to smack you once again.

“Yes Ground Zero!” You screams out, the noise reverberating against each wall of the empty gym.

“Better.” He steps back only to pull your leggings and panties down to your ankles, allowing himself to slip between your legs so that you’re completely tied around him. Not that you’d change that as holding him close felt right and took the sweet pain away from your arms.

“So fuckin’ perfect, just like I knew it’d be.” He presses the pads of his fingers down your heat, he watched as your face merely contorted in pleasure at the feeling of him touching you there.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll beg for training after work every day.” Bakugou’s face was plastered with an illustrious smirk, watching as his two fingers dipped in and out of you completely glistening with your wetness.

“Ngh- I need you Ground Zero shit-.” You could barely make a cohesive sentence as his thick fingers slowly moved themselves against the spongey part of your cunt. It wasn’t enough, you were begging to feel full.

“Good girl.” Bakugou praised before lowering his sweats and boxers. His cock already leaking with precum just looking at the sight of you, all pretty and helpless for him to ravish. You’d give anything to just be able to touch him and lick all of it off of his cock.

Bakugou rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, collecting your slick to ready himself. He began with small strokes inside of you before angling himself to fully bottom out. You couldn’t help the silent scream that erupted from your lips as he growled in pleasure at the indecorous noises.

His eyes leaped over your body, taking in every inch of you whining and begging for more and more, his lips jumped to your chest, sucking and biting all of your supple flesh to leave deep purple marks of his desires. You bit your lip but couldn’t stop the moans at the stimulation all over your body. Your arms feel limp as the sensations rang all over the rest of your body.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking beautiful looking so ruined baby.” Bakugou’s hands attempted to ball into fists while still fixated on your hips. You wince in pain but it’s numbed by the vast amount of delectation you were feeling in your stomach.

“I’m-“ You barely begin but he already knows, he can feel it, he can feel every millimetre of you and it’s driving him crazy.

“I know baby- come on my cock like the good girl you are huh?” His cocky tone sent shivers down your spine to the tips of your toes as your climax hit. Your body quaking in his arms. You could feel Bakugou getting closer too, him riding out your euphoria as he reached to gain his. His hips spluttering and the rhythmic beats he once had were long gone as he spurts hot cum inside of you.

It takes a moment before you’re both back to your senses, Bakugou (though out of breath) fixes his sweatpants and stands back between your legs. A chuckle escaping his lips as his fingers push his cum back inside your pussy.

“Suck.” He demands as he raises what was left to your mouth and you happily oblige, your tongue dancing around his digits.

Bakugou then fixes your leggings and lets you down from the support item into his arms, letting you use his tank top as he had ripped yours.

“I still expect you to come into work tomorrow.” Bakugou huffs out what seems to be an almost laugh but you can’t quite tell from your tone, your body too weak to even give a sarcastic, witty retort.

“If training is anything like that then I’ll keep practising.” You whisper, your throat dry as anything after screaming in pleasure for so long.

If that’s how you were going to earn your full hero title, then you weren’t going to give that up.

[stinkystark]

Civil War // Avengers

Pairing(s): Stark! Reader x Avengers (Platonic)

Summary: You get hurt during a fight set in Civil War which brings everyone back together.

Word Count: 1.7K words.

Warnings: Blacking out, stupid dad, cursing.

A/N: This was requested! I looove platonic! Avengers x reader fics, so this was fun to write. For some reason, this fic just would not post. It kept giving me errors, so sorry for the long wait. I have more fic ideas, some of which are smutty, so there’ll be more posts. Enjoy this one first! <3

Steve had always been extremely protective of you. Even though he and your dad, Tony, were often seen bickering and having heated arguments, Steve had a soft spot for you. He knew that Tony was often careless and paid too much attention to himself, so he felt like he had to keep an extra eye on you.

You loved Steve for it. He liked you, he thought of you as his daughter. However, he had the tendency to be unreasonable and going too far with his dad-speeches. You were still a teenager, after all, you didn't have to listen to the adults all the time, Tony once said that to you. Bet he regretted that as you got older.

"You can't. It's final." Steve pointed his finger at you, a stern look plastered on his face.

You, Steve, Sam and the mysterious ex-winter soldier were in some old car Steve managed to fix. You were in the backseat next to Barnes. You had tagged along with the guys to get him to safety and, honestly, you did a great job. You managed to beat the crap out of heavily armed police men, all while being shot at. You expected Steve to be proud of you. You thought he would take you with them to the airport and get that freaky fake German guy. Yet, he was ranting on about safety and you being too far away from your dad.

"You are not my dad, old man." You crossed your arms. Sam let out a chuckle and looked away.

"I am responsible for you right now. Your dad has no idea you are with us. How many times has he called you?" Steve said with a raised voice.

You shrugged your shoulders casually. "Don't know. I put my phone on silence after the 30th call."

"Y/N, listen to me. You were nearly killed just now. You are not going with us. Your dad is going to have a heart attack." Steve ranted. He sighed deeply.

"He doesn't have a heart. Besides, I was able to help myself just fine. Barnes saw it, right? Tell him." You nudged his metal arm. He looked like he really didn't want to be involved, but he had to. In the short period of time where you met him, he didn't seem to bad. You actually thought he was pretty badass. He seemed to have a liking for you, he would sneak a smile your way, even when he looked as pissed as can be.

"I- uh. I don't know-" you kicked his foot. "I mean- yeah, no, I think she should go with us." He nodded. A smirk made its way up to your lips, looking at Steve to see his disappointed face.

"Oh, come on, she's just a kid. Her dad needs her." He went on. He sighed and looked out the car window. A vehicle approached and stopped in front of the car. "There's our stuff," Steve said and got out of the car.

A pretty blonde got out of the other car. You smiled to yourself. You were in for a show. "Bet they are gonna kiss." You lifted your head to watch it unfold.

"5 bucks," Bucky said in a low voice.

Turns out, you won 5 bucks. Barnes looked defeated as he handed you the money. When Steve got back in the car with Sam's wings and his shield, he turned to you once more.

"You are going with us to the airport, but not on the jet, you understand?" He said sternly.

"Sure. I'll convince you along the way." You smirked. You relaxed in your seat while Steve started the car and drove off towards the airport. The car was silent, everyone seemed to be deep in thought. Your mind started drifting to your father, wondering what he was doing at that moment. You grabbed your phone. 57 missed calls. Your stomach turned. He would be so mad to find out you were not on his side and saving Bucky.

You understood why he would want to sign the Sokovia Accords to some extent. He felt guilty for the lives he took. You knew how much stress and tension he always dragged with him, it was logical. But, as much as you tried to tell yourself to stay on your dad's side, you couldn't. The Avengers were brought together to save lives, even if that includes taking some. You had to fight and every saved life was worth it.

It didn't take long for you and Steve to start the same argument again. While you all stepped out of the car, you and Steve were bickering non-stop. Once at the airport, he gave up. He finally agreed to you doing the mission with them. A trip to Germany didn't even seem that bad to you.

Right when you were about to cheer, an alarm went off. "What is it now?" You sighed. Steve began to look really worried.

"The airport is on lockdown. It's time to suit up. Buck, you take her, I trust you." Steve said. He grabbed his shield and helmet and began to run. You quickly shoved the 5 bucks into Bucky's hands and ran after Steve.

He was now face to face with Tony. You appeared next to Steve and crossed your arms. "Hey, dad."

"Lord, Jesus. Y/N, what the hell were you thinking? I called you a hundred times and now you decided to show up next to Cap. Steve, I swear to god I will kill you." Tony screamed. His face was flushed red from anger.

"I tried to tell her-" Steve spoke but was cut off.

"You could've been killed, for christ's sake. What were you thinking, hanging around that psycho." He ranted to you.

"If you're talking about Barnes, he's not a psycho. He is actually pretty funny and helped me kick some ass. I'm not dead, dad." You sighed.

Tony turned to Steve. "How fucking dare you? You really aren't gonna let this go and now you involve my daughter in this?" He sighed. "Fuck it. Underoos!" He suddenly yelled.

Cap's shield was whipped out of his hands, which were now tied together by webbing. A spider-looking guy jumped down on top of a van, Cap's shield in his clutch. "Hey, guys." He exclaimed happily.

The boy looked at each of you before his eyes landed on you. "Oh, I- I didn't know there were gonna be girls here." He stammered, to which you rolled your eyes.

Steve lifted his arms and then you knew some shit was about to go down. The webbing was shot off by an arrow you immediately recognized, Clint's. The fight was on.

Steve and Tony were busy slaughtering each other while the spider guy went for you. You managed to kick him a good amount of times, but he simply wouldn't stop talking. It was frustrating you to the point where you couldn't focus enough on the fight.

In the distance, a shot that Tony fired at Steve, bounced off of his shield and in your direction. You didn't saw it coming but it hit you right in the head. Spider boy added some more hits to that and before you knew, you blacked out.

~~

"Ah, fuck." You grunted. You clutched your head in pain. It felt like you were hit by a bus. You carefully opened your eyes but the painfully bright fluorescent lights weren't helping at all.

"Y/N, you're up." A voice spoke beside you. You slowly turned your head to the side, pain stinging through your body as you did. In a chair next to your hospital bed sat Natasha, her hand holding yours tightly.

"Nat, what-" You questioned what the hell she was doing here. She was, as far as you could remember, very much on your dad's side. "Why are you here?"

"It's okay. We're done. The fight is over." She whispered. "Your dad has decided not to sign. He didn't want to say it but he knew he was wrong."

Finally. You were so worried the Avengers were officially breaking up, you were really happy that wasn't the case. The door to the room suddenly swung open to reveal a very worried looking Tony. "Speak of the devil," Natasha muttered.

Tony hurried to your side. "Are you okay? Do you feel out of breath? How are your vitals? God, where is that goddamn nurse when you need her?"

"Dad, dad, I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache and some bruises." You sighed. "I'm glad it's over. I missed you."

Natasha took Tony's watery eyes as a sign to leave the two of you alone. Tony held your hand. "This is all my fault. I can't believe how stupid I've been. I put you in so much danger all for a stupid contract that is bullshit anyway. I-I'm sorry, Y/N." You were genuinely shocked. Your dad has never said sorry. He also never admits that he was wrong.

"I forgive you." You smiled. He exhaled in relief. "Oh, are you okay? Are the others fine?" You hurried to sit up, but a sharp pain behind your eyes held you back. You groaned and sat back against the pillow.

"They're alright. They are actually here outside, but I didn't want them to disturb your beauty rest." He laughed and ruffled your hair. You swatted his arm playfully.

"Well, let them in already."

Tony called for the rest of them to greet you. When Steve and Bucky walked in, Tony swiftly left the room. Behind them were Natasha, Sam and Clint. They all dragged chairs around the bed or, in Sam's case, just sat on the bed next to you.

"Clint!" Your eyes shone when you saw him. He hurried to engulf you in a bear hug, but still careful not to crush you. You missed him, even though he wasn't gone a long time.

He let you go and sat down on the bed by your feet. Your eyes drifted to Bucky who was sitting in the back, his hair covering most of his face. He looked up at you when he felt your eyes on him. A smile couldn't help but appear on his lips. You gladly smiled back. "You can keep the 5 bucks." You winked.

[sheerfreesia007]

I Hate You (But You’re a Good Lay)

Title: I Hate You (But You’re a Good Lay)

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​​

Words: 2,220

Warnings: Rough sex, hair pulling, cursing

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711​, @fioccodineveautunnale​, @phoenixhalliwell​

Author Notes: Happy Thirsty Thursday folks! I’m thirsty for Whiskey! I couldn’t come up with a good title for this one. Enemies to lovers with Agent Whiskey. Lyric Prompt that inspired this was “I’m the best you’ll never have” from “Miss Missing You” - Fall Out Boy song. Also “Teeth” - 5 Seconds of Summer helped this prompt along.

Gif Credit: Google

The man fucking infuriated you. With that stupid smirk that was always plastered on his face every time you had to interact with him. And the way he challenged everything you said or did. Absolutely infuriated you. You saw red every moment you had to spend in his pompous know it all existence and you loathed him. 

         “Oh c’mon honey I didn’t mean to make you look like a fool in front of everyone.” Whiskey exclaimed as he kept pace with your stalking down the hallway.

         “No just during the meeting with corporate right?! In front of all those bigwigs huh?!” you snapped at him in a seething rage. Whiskey scoffed and you honestly felt your eye twitch with the rage that coursed through you. “Damnit Whiskey! Just once I’d like it for you to not challenge everything I do. Just once!” you hissed in anger as you managed to make it to your office and quickly opened the door not bothering to see if he would follow you. But follow you he did.

         “You’d get bored with me if I ever did that.” Whiskey quipped arrogantly and you almost screamed in frustration. He sauntered over to stand in front of your desk where you stood behind it glaring at him with your arms crossed over your chest. “Honey, where’s the fun in that? Who’s going to keep you on your toes if I don’t? No one else can get your riled up and heated like I can.” he taunts you as he throws a salacious wink at you. Rounding your desk with hurried steps you move so close to him that you can feel the heat emitting from his body.

         “Goodness even while fighting you can’t keep it in your pants.” you scoff at him with a look of distaste falling over your face.

         “Honey for you I’d whip it out right now. I’d make you feel so good if only you’d let me.” he taunts you again.

         “Please, I'm the best you’ll never have.” you sneer at him with a curl of your lip and a flash of heat in your eyes. You can feel the sexual tension building to almost impossible feats between the two of you now. It’s almost suffocating how tense the air is between you two.

         “Now Honey, why you gotta lie like that?” Whiskey asks darkly and suddenly his hands are all over you. One carding in your hair to yank your head to the side so that his lips can slot over your own with passion while the other hand is gripping your hip tightly to pull your body flush against his. 

         You’re not one to be submissive so your own hands are grabbing at his clothes trying to remove them as quickly as possible from his body as you press your lips against his heatedly. His jacket falls to a pile on the floor quickly before your hands rake down his back letting your nails drag over the back of his shirt. 

         Whiskey groans into your mouth and swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, your mouth opening eagerly under his as your tongue darts out to parry with his. It’s a battle that neither one of you wants to lose and surprisingly neither of you does. You both come to a stalemate as your tongues intertwined with each other making the kiss sloppy before you both eased off.

         Your hands have been quickly working at the buttons on his shirt and you quickly rip the article of clothing from his body before sliding his undershirt up and off as well.. Silently you’ve been playing a game with him to see if you can get him undressed first before he realizes what you’re doing. The competitiveness in you escalates as it suddenly dawns on him that he’s now shirtless while you still have your whole three piece suit on.

         “You little minx.” he husks into the skin of your neck as his mouth trails down the column of flesh. “I’m not going to let you be in charge.” 

         “I’m always in charge.” you quip back determined as your hands flutter at the waistband of his jeans playfully tugging on his belt loops. 

         Whiskey spins you in his arms and turns the two of you so that you're now facing your desk and he's pressing at your back. You can feel his hips grind into your ass and you feel the long hard length of his erection notching against your cleft. His chest is pressing hard against your back and his arms have caged you in against the desk. Hot wet lips are trailing up your neck making you shiver harshly.

         "C'mon Honey you know I'm not gonna give you control." Whiskey coos at you before his tongue swipes against the skin on your neck.

         "That's cute that you think I need your permission." You grit out as your hands come to splay firmly against the desk and you push your body back against his wiggling your hips against his. Whiskey's hand came to grip at your hip trying to hold you steady but you use this distraction to your advantage and spin in his arms so that your front is pressed close to his. "Here's what's gonna happen so listen closely Whiskey." You say lowly to him grazing your lips against his ear to say the words directly into his ear. He grunts at you as his hand on your hip slides to press on your lower back keeping your body pressed close to his. "We're gonna work this tension out of our systems that's been building up ever since we've met and then go on with our days. Got it?" You explain to him as you press soft kisses to his neck before nipping suddenly with your teeth making him grunt and press his hips into yours.

         "Sex. You mean sex Honey." He teased you breathlessly and you scoffed at him before laving at his skin with your tongue until you were satisfied with the wet patch.

         "I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your name." You hissed at him before gripping that wet patch with your sharp teeth making Whiskey groan deeply. Your words seem to be the blast of the starting gun at a race as it sets the two of you off on your tasks. Whiskey's hands slide up the front of your shirt to pluck the buttons on your blouse easily undoing them before his hands graze against the skin of your shoulders where he gathers the material of your blouse and jacket as he slowly drags it from your body throwing them to your desk chair behind him.

         When his eyes take in your black satin bra he grins wickedly at you as you roll your eyes at him. He lunges forward away from your desk and captures your lips with his as his hands grip your ass before sliding them down to the back of your thighs. You're returning the kiss swiping your to guess over his bottom lip before you're jumping into his arms and wrapping your own arms around his neck. He turns and sets you down on the desk slotting his hips in between your legs. His hands grip your ass tightly before they trail from your ass around your hips to land at the button on your waistband.

         Quickly undoing it and sliding down the zipper as his lips pull and press against yours you realize that he's distracted you from your little competition. To even the playing field you lean forward to press your satin covered chest to his naked chest as your lips continue their seductive dance against his. Your hands glide and take down his sides until your fingers are deftly sliding his belt from the loops to let it clatter to the ground. One of your hands comes to cup him at the front of his jeans and he moans loudly.

         "Fuck Honey." He gasps out as his own hands come to his jeans to quickly shed them from his body along with his boxer briefs leaving him nude in front of you. Your eyes eagerly take him in and your thighs clench together as desire bursts in your lower stomach. It's not long before Whiskey is removing your pants and throwing them along with your underwear to the floor. Your arms come up behind your back and quickly unclasp your bra before Whiskey lunges for you. His hands are everywhere it seems as your own card through his hair knocking the Stetson from his hand dragging his mouth to yours.

         "Fuck me Whiskey." You pant out against his mouth as his hands cup your breasts massaging them in his large palms before he tweaks your nipples making you mewl up at him.

         "There's a please somewhere in that sentence." He teases as he grinds his hips against yours. You can feel his erection sliding between your folds to catch at your clit and your head falls back in pleasure with a long low groan. Your hands grip his shoulders as your hips follow his own and buck against him.

         "Fuck me now or I go find someone else to do it." You groan out and Whiskey snaps his head up to look at you.

         "You wouldn't dare." He hisses at you.

         "Try me." You challenge as your eyes clash and glare at each other heatedly. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as Whiskey surges forward burying himself inside of you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You gasp out as he seats himself fully inside of you resting his forehead in the nook of your neck and your nails bite into the skin of his shoulders. 

         "Goddamn Honey! This is gonna be quick." He gasps loudly as he stills trying to catch his breath.

         "Shame." You snip out and watch as Whiskey's eyes darken before he placed a hand to your shoulder and pushes you flat to your desk.

         "I'm gonna make you regret that." He growls out and begins to set a fast hard pace. His hips are pistoning into you at a pace that has clouded your brain in a lustful fog. Your mouth is dropped open as moans fall from your lips loudly. Your hands are futilely grasping at his wrist on your shoulder and his hip. You can do nothing more than go along for the ride of your life as Whiskey completely takes over all control and you gladly give it if he's going to fuck you like. Hard, fast and without mercy.

         The feeling of his harsh thrusts are punching the air out of your lungs and your body writhes underneath him. Your trying to gasp for air that's not reaching your brain and you feel like you're going to black out from the pleasure. That is until his thumb swipes at your clit. You body jolts upwards at the sensation and Whiskey easily catches you in his arms as he continues pounding into you. You face comes to press against his shoulder and your mouth opens in a scream. Your hands grip around his back as your orgasm slams into your body rendering you bnb boneless and mindless.

         Whiskey grips you tightly to him as his own orgasm is dragged out of him by your clenching walls around him. His loud long drawn out moan is music to your ears but you're still floating above your body from pleasure that you don't register it. He slumps forward and gently lowers you back to your desk as he rests his elbows on either side of your head trying to catch his breath. Your hands lazily trail up and down his heaving chest and you smile with sated pleasure. He's a handsome man when he's not being a cocky bastard.

         "You look like the cat who caught the canary." He says softly with a breathy chuckle while his eyes dart around your blissed out face. You stretch under him and he grunts as his hips jolt into yours.

         "I feel like the cat that caught the canary." You muse lazily and Jack chuckles again before resting his forehead on your collarbone placing a soft kiss there on your skin. "Fuck we're gonna have to do that again. Once won't be enough for me." You coo out soft in an almost whiny tone. Whiskey chuckles against your skin before nipping with his teeth making your body jerk. In retaliation you swat his ass loudly and smirk as he snaps his head up to glare at you.

         "I'd be happier than a pig in shit to do this again." Whiskey says seriously with a quirk of his lips at you. Nodding your head you look into his eyes and know that by agreeing to this you'd be traveling a lustful but tricky path with him. But you found you were willing to travel the path with him.

         "Good now get off you're heavy." You say as you push lightly at his shoulder. He moves to hover over you and flex his hips up into you making your hands grip at his hip bones as you moan loudly.

         "Oh no Honey. I'm nowhere near done with you just yet." He growls to you and you squeal as his mouth descends on your neck hurriedly.

[lavishedinjimin]

a little bit of sugar, daddy [3]

↳ Pairing: taehyung x reader

↳ genre: sugardaddy!au, ceo!au 

↳ rating: 18+    

↳ word count: 4.2k

↳ warnings: ceo!taehyung, sugardaddy!taehyung, lots of implied smut, lots of dirty talk, BDE taehyung lol

— synopsis: Taehyung - a sugardaddy and a businessman, a man who derives his life from sex, pleasure, and money. Y/n - a girl working at a small cafe, whose sex life is as dry as the weekly delivered coffee beans. Will Y/n adjust to the new lifestyle she agreed to, and keep up with all of the dirty antics with Taehyung?

a/n: go and check out my masterlist located at my bio to see the next chapter of this story!

"Congratulations Miss Y/n. You're at the top of the class again, it seems like you really love this course." Your biology professor, Mr. Chun, stated as he brought you in front of the auditorium after class. "Oh, well thank you, sir. I do try my hardest.” You smiled kindly at him. He nodded once, “I expect a lot from you. If you need anything from me, I’m gladly here to help you. You can count on me, y/l/n.” 

~

“Don’t you know you’re the luckiest girl on earth, y/n?” Olivia said as you walked side by side together around campus. You gripped the strap of your bag as you chuckled, “Maybe, maybe not.” 

“Look, I still don’t know what to do with this sugar daddy thing. I don’t even know if I’ll like it if I said yes.” 

“Isn’t that the point of trying? Y/n, don’t be so worried, this can make your life fun!” 

“It can, but it can also probably make me miserable and unfocused. Mr. Chun already complimented me that I’m doing so well in my studies. I’m just afraid that this will change my life, you know?” 

Olivia stepped in front of you, stopping your tracks. She smiled, making your heart warm. “I understand, Y/n. But I know you’re in need of money to pay bills and all and he can give it to you.” 

“But the sex--” 

“Don’t worry about that!” she pats your shoulders a couple of times, “I know you’re a little virgin but he can help you with it.” 

“I’m not a virgin.” 

“Well, you act like one,” somehow her words didn’t hurt you, “I’m sure that he knows what to do to you.” She winks right after, followed by a laugh making you scrunch your nose. 

“Because girl, if you don’t accept this offer, I’ll gladly take your place.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Whatever, Olivia. I’m going to the cafe, see you.” 

~

The cafe was only a walking distance from the campus which was a bonus, you didn’t want to call a cab every time. As you were enjoying your little stroll, you felt your phone vibrate against your jeans. You pulled it out and your eyes widened. It was a text from Taehyung. 

Taehyung [3:03 PM] - Good afternoon, angel.

It was almost embarrassing how you blushed in public because of that simple nickname. It was also embarrassing how fast you replied. 

You [3:03 PM] - Good afternoon to you too.

Right after you pressed send, you thought that the fact that you added a period at the end of the sentence made it look too strict and formal that it worried you. Immediately, you added a smiley face. 

You [3:03 PM] - :) 

“Wait…that seems more awkward.” You grunted and decided to just shrug it off, hoping that Taehyung wouldn’t react to this in any way. 

Taehyung [3:04 PM] - Cute

Fuck. 

Taehyung [3:04 PM] - Where are you? Are you off school? 

It was a miracle that you didn’t bump at anyone whilst you texted. You looked up for a moment and saw that the cafe was near and you hurriedly ran to get inside. “Hey, Y/n. Thank god you’re here.” Yuqi, another part-time employee greeted you. "Why? Did something happen?"

"That girl right there –” she pointed at a familiar face, making your eyebrows crease to try to remember her, "has been looking for a man named Taehyung for how many minutes now." Your eyes widened in shock, gasping. She was the girl Taehyung was with yesterday.

Yuqi looked at you with her eyebrows furrowed, "Why? Do you know who Taehyung is?"

"I do." You bravely said, and you didn't know why. "I'll talk to her."

You heard Yuqi murmuring a 'good luck' under her breath as you walked towards the woman. She was the one who Taehyung spanked, right in front of your fucking eyes.

"Excuse me, miss?"

"What?!" She harshly turned her head to you, her straightened hair whipping because of the action. She was talking to an employee who – as you can tell by the look in their eyes – was frightened to death. You nodded, signaling for her to go. "No man named Taehyung is here. If you could just leave –”

"No! I texted him that he should be here! Where the fuck is he?!"

"Maybe he didn't arrive. Now would you please leave this cafe alone and go scream for his name outside?" You gritted your teeth, pointing at the door. You didn't know why you were this pissed, something in her attitude, probably? Or the fact that she was looking for Taehyung made you jealous. He didn't tell you who this girl was, and you had no idea what they were talking about in this shop the other day. 

The lady scoffed bitterly and rolled her eyes, “Yeah, whatever fuck this.” She stormed out of the shop and the whole atmosphere was finally back to normal. Yuqi let out a sigh behind you, “Thank Jesus that you’re here,” she smiled, “if it weren’t for you she’d probably go as far as breaking stuff in this café.”

She turned to the few customers, “Everyone, please continue your business! The hell lady is finally gone.” You laughed and smacked her arms, “Shut up, Yuqi.”

“Oh please, she probably just wanted the attention.”

You walked around and behind the counter where Yuqi previously was and placed your bag on the floor. She leaned over, resting her forearms on the surface and looked at you with one of her eyebrows up, “Who was this Taehyung dude anyway? You said you know him?”

“Well,” you didn’t want to say who he really was. You gulped, trying to find excuses on what he can be, “I think I met him at school, he was some sort of one of my colleague’s brother? I don’t exactly know if he’s the right Taehyung I’m thinking about, though.”

Yuqi looked to the side, shrugging her shoulders, “Okay then,” she made a thumbs up followed by a click of her tongue, “gotta go.”

You let out a deep breath right after she stepped foot outside the shop. Suddenly, your eyes widened as you remembered that you didn’t reply to Taehyung’s text. You hurriedly grabbed your phone out of your pocket and saw 4 new messages from him. Shit.

Taehyung [3:05 PM] – Y/n?

Taehyung [3:06 PM] – Hey, are you there?

Taehyung [3:10 PM] – alright where the fuck are you

Taehyung [3:15 PM] – you’re at the café, aren’t you? picking you up at 5:50.

You shoot out a bunch of replies, saying sorry and that you had to handle something at the café. But you agreed to his request. You wanted to ask him who that lady was, though. You were dying to know.

~

“Can I have two black coffee please?” the customer said, followed by kissing her boyfriend on the cheek, “one for me and my boyfriend.”

You fought the urge to try not to gag. Instead, you scrunched your nose and punched her order. “T-that would be 3 bucks.”

The boy looked down at the girl, giving her a smirk as he rummaged through his pockets, “I’ll pay, babe.” The girl giggled beside him as he gave you the exact amount. “We’ll have it to go, please.”

Thank god. 

You handed him the receipt, “Thank you, please have a seat and we’ll give you your order,” you faked a smile for the hundredth time this day.

“Okay, what the hell was that,” You turned to look at Matt, who was patiently waiting for you on the other side of the counter, waiting for your shift to be over so he can take place. He scoffs, “Look, at least they love each other.”

“Yeah, wished they didn’t rub it on my face.” You rolled your eyes and taking two cups from the shelves, preparing the couple’s order. He laughs and pats your head, a genuine smile creeping up on your face. “You’re probably just jealous of them and wonder why you don’t have a boyfriend yet.”

With your eyebrows raised, you smirk at him, “Just ‘cause you have a girlfriend doesn’t mean that I’m the ugly loser here.” He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. His hair was blond and it was a little bit wavy. You can admit that he was sort of handsome, but he wasn’t your type.

You pressed the black coffee option on one of the machines and waited for the second cup to fill up. Turning your head, you saw the couple on one of the booths, laughing and kissing each other. You shrugged your shoulders – more to yourself. If they’re happy then let them be, you shouldn’t be the one to judge.

You placed the cups on a paper bag and made your way to their booth, attending to them with a smile. “Here is your order, I hope you have a wonderful day.” 

The boy smiled at you, “Thank you, we’re new to this place and we already love it. We love that everyone’s so kind.”

Oh. You were frankly surprised at his acclaim, but it made your heart warm either way. “Well, thank you! We all hope you come back soon.”

You bid farewell to the couple and watched them step out of the shop. You collected two dollars from the table which you thought was a tip and gladly took it with a little giggle. “Hah! You are mine, two dollars.”

You walked your way back to the counter which Matt already took place in. “I see you’ve been given two bucks.” He smirks, handing you your bag from the ground. You grasped one of the straps and swung it over your shoulder, “Mhmm, and a little compliment too. They said everyone here is so kind.”

Matt laughs, “Well, wait ‘till they see Yuqi.”

“Don’t…disrespect my queen like that.” You pointed a finger at him jokingly, rendering a laugh to emit from the both of you.

You said your goodbyes to Matt, waving at him and he did the same. You looked at your watch and it was exactly 5:55 PM. ‘Wait,’ you thought, ‘isn’t Taehyung gonna –’ You looked up and saw Taehyung, in his usual black suit, leaning against his black BMW with his hands on his pocket. He was staring directly at you, a smirk slowly creeping his face. Your breath hitched, gripping the strap of your bag tightly.

Making your way outside of the shop, he pulled the glass door open for you without saying a word. You gulped, really not knowing what to do. Taehyung locked eyes with you for a mere second then taking your bag away from you. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you watch him open the passenger’s seat. Tilting his head to the direction of the seat, he signaled for you to go inside. 

“In.” 

You obeyed, sitting on the leather seat as he gave you your bag back. His car smelled just like him and his expensive scent, almost making you dizzy – but it a good way. He made his way to his seat and started the engine.

The ride was awfully awkward, he wasn’t saying anything and you didn’t know where he was taking you. Before you can even ask, he was faster than you.

“It seemed like you were having a good time at the shop today.”

You looked at him, confused. His gaze was directly on the road but you can see how he clenches his jaw. “I – uh, I did. Yeah, a little.” Your voice was small, not really sure about where he was going in this conversation. “Who was the guy?”

You found yourself difficult to breathe, and you didn’t know why. What he said was just a simple question but you had trouble spitting out the answer. “O-oh, his name is Matt. He’s a co-worker.”

He turned his head to look at you for a moment, then back to the road. You can tell that he’s a little bit pissed but also amused because of the sudden smirk that crept back to his face. What was wrong with him? “Taehyung, he’s just one of my friends and, well – he has a girlfriend.”

Suddenly, he placed his right hand on top of your knee, making you jump a little at the sudden action. He chuckles, “Don’t worry, Y/n, I’m playingg with you. I know him.”

Your eyes widened, “You do?!”

“Mhmm. He once worked for me. He’s a nice dude, Y/n. Glad to know that he has found a job now.”

Your mouth was slightly agape, shocked by the whole situation. He looks at you and lifts his hand up to your chin, shutting your mouth with his index finger by applying a little pressure to it. “Close your mouth, baby. Before something goes inside.”

“Matt worked for me as an intern once. He did a great job and all and I always kept an eye on him. I thought he’d be more, well...” he started to find the right words, “lucrative, career-wise.” After that sentence, you narrowed your eyes at him, “Hey, don’t say that.” 

He laughs at you, shaking his head, “I know, baby. Don’t worry. I don’t discriminate.” 

“He never liked me that much, to be honest. But who didn’t? Everyone thinks I’m too bossy.”

You snorted, “Well, isn’t that the point of running a whole company? To control people?”

“That’s right, angel,” he looked at you and chuckled, “having control is my forte.”

~

“Where are you taking me, anyway?” You asked a minute later, and his hand was still resting on your knee. You were praying that he won’t move that hand up any further. “To my home. You owe me an answer, don’t you?”

Oh, right.

“Oh, right.”

He laughs quietly, stroking your knee. “Don’t be too afraid, Y/n. I’ll understand whatever decision you make.”

After a while in the car ride, you suddenly got used to his touch. It was a good thing that he abided your desire of not moving it up to your thighs anymore. You liked his touch, even if it was the simplest thing he can ever give to you. All of a sudden, the thought of the lady that was looking for him came up in your mind. You gasped from the abrupt remembrance. “You good there, angel?”

“There was a lady earlier in the shop, and – uh, she was looking for you.”

Taehyung scoffed in his seat as he rolled his eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Who is she?”

“Her name’s Crissy. One of my submissives at the time.” He looked at you, “You saw her the first time inside the café too at the time, right?”

You remembered the time, that fucking moment where he slapped her ass right in front of your eyes. You sighed and nodded, somehow feeling resentful all of a sudden.  “A submissive?”

“Yes.” He simply stated. Little did you know you were already at his place as he opened his door, walking over to your side as he opened yours. You were still confused as hell, but you followed him inside his building. You stepped inside the familiar home, the kitchen was the first place you see and the memories of yesterday flooded your mind, making you blush.

He made you sit on one of the stools as he sat across from you. “I brought Crissy to the shop because I wanted to talk to her about some business shit. She was working for me at that time, plus she was a submissive. It didn’t turn out the way we wanted to so I cut her off.” The fact that he said those sentences so simply with his deep, monotone voice made something ignite in you. “We made a condition, that whatever happens between us will only stay between us.”

He runs his hand through his hair in frustration, “She didn’t listen, and decides to tell her friends about us.” He looked deep into your eyes, “Obviously, the talk had gone all throughout other employees.”

“So they know…they know what you do now?” You stuttered, voice quiet. He smirks and lowers his head. He arises from his seat and goes around the island to stand behind you. He places his hands on the counter, trapping you in his arms. You can feel his breath right on your neck, making you tense. 

He chuckles behind you, “Only a few, but don’t worry, baby.” He presses his cheek closer to your neck, trying his hardest to hold back and try not to kiss your exposed shoulders. “I made sure that none of them will spill anything, ‘cause if they did,” he held your chin and firmly made you look at him, smirking, “they’d be gone in a flash.”

You widen your eyes, gulping. He notices this and laughs, shaking his head on how cute your reaction was.

“Taehyung, I really wanna do this, I really do,” you looked down, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear, “b-but I’m just not sure enough.” Worried on what his expression might be, you didn’t look at him. Taehyung, on the other hand, smiled – as if he was expecting this.

He took your hand and pulled you away from your seat. He led you to his office, sitting down on the leather chair. He sat across from you and removed his blazer, placing it behind him. You can see that he has three buttons undone on his dress shirt, exposing the skin on his chest. You tried your hardest not to stare too much 

He opened a drawer below him and brought out a white folder, sliding it across to you. “Open it.”

You did as you were told and you were greeted with a page full on encoded words. The bold, capitalized title catching your eyes first.

‘CONTRACT’

Are you kidding me?

You looked up at him, his face was expressionless. “A contract?”

You never actually presumed that these were real, you only ever saw them in movies or in risky books, but never imagined that it was factual. He tilted his head to the side, leaning in closer to you as he rests his forearms on the table. His face was only inches away, taking your breath away. “Mhmm. We can’t do this without your full consent. Trust me on this.”

You only nodded and continued reading.

The following terms are the connecting contract between the Dominant and the Submissive.

1.    The central purpose of this contract is to allow the Submissive to explore her limits and her sensuality without harm with all due respect, and to take account of her needs.

2.    The Dominant shall not at any time demand, allow, or require the Submissive to participate in any activity that seems to be unsafe. The Dominant will not permit to be undertaken any action which could cause serious injuries or risk to the Submissive’s life.

“R-risk to…what?” You widen your eyes at him, confused and also scared at the same time. He caressed your cheek carefully, but it didn’t help your petrified state. He carefully smiled at you, looking deep into your big eyes that always made him crazy. “As it states there, angel, we won’t do anything that you do not consent to. I’m not about forcing anyone to do things that they’re not comfortable with, yeah?” Taking a deep breath, you replied, “Okay.”

3.    The Dominant will control, dominate, discipline, and accept his Submissive as his own during the term. The Dominant will use the Submissive’s body at any agreed times in any manner.

4.    The Dominant will provide the Submissive with all necessary guidance and training to properly oblige the Dominant’s needs.

5.    The Dominant may discipline the Submissive as necessary to fully appreciate her subservience to the Dominant and to discourage unacceptable conduct.

You weren’t even halfway into reading and you found yourself holding a breath. Taehyung was deeply looking at you, examining your expressions every time. He noticed how you sometimes gulp, how your eyebrows furrow, and how you shift on your seat. He bit his lip, trying to control himself.

You were twenty, and he was twenty-seven. You were like the freshest flower to him – the last one to bloom. He didn’t even know himself that he would choose a girl like you, so serene and delicate. You were so careful in everything, so pure. Something always fueled inside of him whenever he’s with you, and he liked this new experience. You don’t know what you do to him, but he was also feeling all these sparks inside of him, just like you do.

Sexual kinks/fetishes that the Dominant settles on:

‘Sir’ kink – the Submissive must call her Dominant ‘sir’ whenever they are accommodating in sexual activities.

Impact play – spanking, flogging, paddling, whips.

Light bondage and blindfolds

Sex toys

Choking

Begging

Establishing ownership

Orgasm control

Overstimulation

Voyeurism

- And others that can be indicated prior to or during the act of sexual intercourse.

You bite your lip as you read those words from the paper. All of it made you feel nervous but also turned on. Looking up at him, you saw how his eyes dilated as his gaze was fixed on yours. He took a deep breath, loving the effect all of this had on you. His thoughts became dark, but he knew how to contain himself. Right now – at least.

“You alright, angel?” he softly asked as he pressed his tongue on the corners of his cheek. He examined your body, checking you out up and down. You suddenly felt small, intimidated by his scrutiny. Feeling timid, you looked down on the floor. You wanted to try these all of these things with him, but you really don’t know how. Sudden questions popped up in your mind, asking that what if you wouldn’t do well enough, or what if you wouldn’t satisfy him as he deserves?

“Look at me, y/n.”

You tried, you really did. But at this point, you were too embarrassed. You gulped as you nervously played with your hands.

“I said look at me, baby girl.”

The sudden harshness and strictness in his voice accompanied by that pet name made you instantly obey and looked up at him. “I know you’re nervous, y/n. This is all new for you and I get where you’re coming from.” He grabbed your hands and encaptured them in his. “Tell me, have you ever had any intercourse?”

You sighed, wanting to look down but you knew that he wouldn't allow it. Licking your lips, you answered, “Yes. But that was only about a year ago and I haven’t gotten any ever since.” Your voice was small as you carefully read his expression. He raised one of his brows, biting his lip for a second. “How many?”

“Like how many times?”

He chuckles, “Yes, angel.”

“T-that was my first time. It wasn’t that good.”

A fire ignited in Taehyung’s stomach. He wanted to know more.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” He leaned even closer, faces now centimeters away. You can feel his hot breath tickling your lips, making you shiver. Taehyung wanted to touch you and kiss you so bad at this moment, but he prevents himself.

You shook your head, “No.”

The man in front of you sighs, pulling himself away and leaning back on his chair as he threw his head back. “Shit, Y/n. You're gonna make me insane.”

He stands up, walking around the desk to stand in front of you. He pulled your hand, commanding you to stand up as he made you sit on his desk. With his big hands, he parted your knees away from each other as he stood in between them. He held your waist tightly and firmly, making you lose your breath. Everything happened so quickly in a split second. He pulled your body closer to him, slightly pressing his hips on your own.

“Do you even know what you do to me, baby?” he held your jaw with one of his hands, making you look at his dark irises, “huh?”

Taehyung wanted to fuck you so bad, he wanted to take you on his desk, wanting to claim you as his. He never felt anything like this with his past submissives, his nerves were on fire. He wanted to do everything that the contract had, but he knew that now was not the time.

Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he removed the hold he had on you. “Sorry, angel.” He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. “I-I didn’t know what I was doing. I lost my control and I know you didn’t –”

“Taehyung,” you called out his name, forcing a kind smile to plaster on your face. “It’s okay.” You giggled, pulling him back to you. He was stunned for a moment but smiled as well.

“Yes.”

He creased his brows, not sure where that ‘yes’ came from. ‘It couldn’t be…’

“I wanna,” you paused for a moment, wanting to think this through properly. But the way how he touched you lingered in your body and in your mind, and you wanted to feel that sensation more often. 

Fuck it. 

“I wanna be with you, Taehyung. Wanna be yours, wanna be your girl.”

Taehyung couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had his mouth slightly agape, shocked with your answer. “A-are you sure, Y/n?”

You smiled genuinely, “Yes I am, very much.”

Biting his lip, he smirked at you. God, how much you liked that smirk of his. “You’re saying yes to me, baby girl?”

A sudden idea popped into your mind, and now you’re the one smirking. Without even thinking about it twice, you spoke, “Yes, sir.”

[natashaashleymarvelromanoff]

I'm so glad you're back

Thanos had taken nearly everyone she loved when he snapped his fingers. Her teammates, Her friends, Her family. Her love. Natasha would do whatever it takes to get them back. 5 years after the snap. She might just have that chance.

AU - Steve was one of the fallen that day of the snap. He along with half the population were dusted into nothing. Leaving his teammates and the love of his life behind. It takes them 5 years before they finally get a chance at bringing everyone back. And you'll be damn sure they will do whatever it takes to get their family back.

This is my first chapter of what will be a multichapter story. Im currently writing the next chapters and i hope that i can continue to finish these chapters so i can complete this story. My Future chapters will be longer but since my first chapter is an introduction i decied to keep it a little smaller.

Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13  Chapter 14  Chapter 15  Epilogue   oneshots

“What did you do? What did you do?” 

 That's all Natasha can hear in the distance. She knows that its thor by his identifiable Asgardian accent. The blonde is surrounded by rock. Rock of all things. Thanos couldn't have just thrown her around like everyone else? Natasha thought.

 She was stuck, Trying to break free from the rock prison Thanos had created around her, she pounds at the rock, slowly chipping away, almost getting herself out. But after a minute or two, everything goes silent. Just like when Thanos arrived. Like the world had sensed he was coming and quietened itself. 

It was happening again. 

“Thor? What happened?” 

 The captain rushed over to his friend, holding his side from Thanos's blow. The purple titan just disappeared right in front of them, he must have used the stones. But before Thor could answer, there was a familiar voice behind him. 

 “Steve?” 

 Its bucky, his oldest friend. His brother. Steve whipped his head around at the sound of buck but right before his eyes, before he can even respond, he turns to ashes. Crumbling to dust right in front of his eyes. 

The bearded man stumbles as he makes his way over to where Bucky was standing, his knees almost give out underneath him as he kneels down. His hand falls from his side and touched the ground. But there's nothing there except grass and leaves. Not even ash or dust. No evidence that his friend was even there. Both steves and his allies and friends mouth gasp as they watch the fall of one of their own. 

 “What's happening?” Steve's eyes look up from the ground. Searching for answers from his friends. But no one can speak. As they watch the horror in front of them. Then the god's voice rises to talk.

 “He snapped his fingers,”  Thor replies, his voice deep in the realisation of what's just happened. The god can't help but feel immediate guilt. Thanos’s words haunting him already. He should have gone for the head. The ones that are near them look on across the battlefield that is Wakanda to see half their friends and allies turn to dust. As Steve watched the battlefield from his knees he realises that someone's missing. Natasha.  He can't see her anywhere. 

.....................................

As she reaches up above her, Natasha finally pulls herself out of the rock cage Thanos had trapped her in. as she stands up she whips her head around fast, trying to find any of her friends.

 But it isn't her friends she sees first. It's the Wakandan warriors on the battlefield. But as she watches she soon realises something wrong. 

The warriors. They Are disappearing? Right in front of her. The blonde's eyes widen at what she's seeing and gasps, she needs to find her friends. She needs to find Steve.

 Running through the sparse forest Natasha slows when she sees the raccoon thor arrived with earlier. The small animal is in despair as he watches his friend, the tree disappears in his arms. 

This isn't happening. It can't be. The former redhead thinks. 

 Oh my god. She barely whispers. 

 Whipping her head back around the spy runs as fast as she can to find her soldier. She needs to make sure he's okay. He has to be. As she runs to find her friends, she rounds the corner of bushes and trees. She can vaguely see colours of navy, red and black in between the leaves against the green. She knows those colours to be her friends.

 Once she rushes around the bush she sees the people she knows, but they're all surrounding something. As she runs closer she sees what it is. Or who it is. It's a vision. Thanos killed him, he took the stone right from his head. The blonde slow down once she approaches and gulps at the sight of visions body. 

 As he worries where she is, The soldier soon hears her running behind him. Whipping his head around so fast he almost hurts his neck, Steve jumps up from kneeling down and grabs her by her arms, pulling his spy close to him. She gladly lets him pull her closer, wanting to feel him to make sure he was still there, that he had not disappeared too. 

 But then something feels wrong.

 Pulling away slightly from his grip on her, she looks up at Steve. Almost a foot taller than her, His eyes are wide as if he knows what's about to happen. Confused she narrows her eyes at him, her mouth opening slightly to ask what was wrong. But then all of a sudden his tight grip on her body falters as if he was never even touching her. 

Tearing her gaze away from his blue eyes, she looks down at his hand only to find it wasn't there. There were only bits of dust and ash where it had been. With her eyes widening her head shoots back up to Steve in horror.

 “No, no no, please steve no,” she begs him. He's disappearing just like the rest of the warriors and friends, right in her arms. 

 “Nat. I'm sorry. I love you.” it's the last thing he manages to say before he's taken from her. Before he disintegrated into ash as she held him. Staring in front of her in shock. Her eyes look at nothing in particular as she pants in grief at what just happened. 

 He's gone.

 everyone around her watched in shock and guilt. Not being able to do anything to save him or help them. 

They can barely even move as they watch the rest of the people around them turn to ash. They just lost Steve. They lost their captain. Their friend. Tears run down the Russians face as she freezes in her place.  After a few seconds her knees give out and she falls to the floor. Clutching at her chest she lets her tears fall for her love, quiet sobs escaping her breath.

 Not knowing how to react, everyone remains stood still. They're just stood there. Not knowing what to do with themselves, not knowing how to comfort each other, listening to the small cries of Natasha and panic from everyone else around them. 

 Everyone had just lost half of their friends, their family, Natasha lost her best friends. The man she loved. 

[mandowh0re]

Trust

CH 1

Requested: No

Fandom: Avengers MCU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Female Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky while on a mission with Steve and Natasha to bring him back to the States and makes an unexpected connection with him.

Word Count: 1670

Warnings: Some swearing, quick description of killing (bad guys)

Comments: This is an AU, Bucky wasn’t the one who killed Tony’s parents, and the Accords were dealt with in a proper manner which I will lightly get into at some point. This takes place after Homecoming so Peter is included. Also, the reader’s powers are based around Starfire and Raven from Teen Titans, but I also tweaked them and such so they’re not completely the same. Also, I KNOW THIS FIRST CHAPTER IS KINDA SHIT BUT I PROMISE THIS IS GOING SOMEWHERE, I ALREADY HAVE SEVERAL CHAPTERS WRITTEN.

BIG thank you to @this-swede-loves-superheroes for being my amazing beta!

Happy reading!

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9

“Okay, you’re clear to enter the building.” You hear Natasha in your ear as you walk behind Steve towards the dingy apartment building across the street. Natasha was perched on a building across the street keeping an eye out in case Steve’s friend returned early, as well as for anyone else who could make this meeting go south.

Luckily you didn’t catch anyone’s attention, both you and Steve were dressed casually; him in jeans, white tennis shoes, a blue t-shirt, a loose-fitting black jacket and a baseball cap; and you in skinny jeans, red converse, a black sweatshirt that was too big for you, and your hair cascaded around your face in an attempt to hide your face.

The plan was to get into Bucky’s (Steve had told you his name was James, but Steve called him Bucky) apartment before he came home. You would hide in the corner of the ceiling using your ability to fly, and Steve would be the one to talk to Bucky. You were only there to keep Bucky at bay if he became combative.

An hour went by after you entered the residence when Natasha spoke up, “He’s walking up the street.”

“Copy that.” Steve nodded to you and you quietly floated up to the darkened corner of the room behind the door, in the hopes Bucky wouldn’t see you there when he walked in.

“He’s walking into the building.” Natasha spoke into the comms. You curled into yourself to make yourself smaller on instinct. You looked at Steve, who was in the opposite corner of the room, and though to anyone else he looked calm, you knew better. He was on edge and nervous as hell.

Suddenly the door handle began to shake and when you heard the lock give, a tall man walked in. He was brunet, wearing jeans, a leather jacket, gloves, and a hat, but that was all you could see.

He caught sight of Steve immediately and slowly shut the door behind him.

“Do you know me?” Steve asked, taking a cautious step forward.

The man, Bucky, you figured, took a moment before answering, “You’re Steve. I read about you in a museum.”

Steve sighed, “I know you’re nervous, and you have plenty of reason to be,” A beat, “But you’re lying.”

The man took a deep breath, “Why are you here?”

Steve took another tentative step, “You’ve been pardoned by the UN. Nobody is looking for you anymore. I want you to come with me. I know people who say they can get rid of the Soldier, you can be free, Buck.”

Bucky didn’t relax, but he seemed to be thinking about the offer when his body immediately went rigid. More than it already was, and Steve noticed.

“Buck? What’s wrong?”

Bucky’s eye quickly flicked around the room before he grabbed a gun out of his belt, spun on his heels, and pointed it at you, all in one swift motion.

Luckily you saw his hand twitch before it happened and instantly dropped to the ground, and using your powers threw up a green shield in front of you, the irises of your eyes illuminating a bright emerald green.

“Bucky stop! She’s with me!” Steve grabbed Bucky’s arm and pulled him back, “She’s part of my team, she’s a friend.”

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes, like he was terrified, and you knew that you looked quite intimidating like this, so in an attempt to get the man to trust you, you pulled your energy back in. Your shield dissipated and your eyes returned to their normal shade of (Y/E/C).

It may have been a dumb move, and Steve was sure you lecture you about it later because the gun was still trained on you (albeit not at your head anymore), but you began to slowly step forward towards Bucky. You tucked your hair behind your ears  to show your face, and smiled. Reaching out, you gently pushed the gun down. You looked into Bucky’s eyes, which were a brilliant shade of slate blue, and felt something inside you shift.

You felt like suddenly your soul needed his, and you hadn’t even properly met the man.

“Hi,” You spoke, “I am (Y/N). It is nice to finally meet Steve’s best friend.” He stared at you, and after a moment he completely lowered the gun, which Steve gladly took and attached to his belt. You smiled warmly at him and spoke again, “I apologize, I did not mean to startle you.”

“We have a problem,” Came Natasha’s voice, “There are some shady looking guys coming towards the building and they just scream HYDRA. Not to mention one of them has that stupid fucking tattoo on their neck.”

“Damn it!” Steve all but yelled, startling Bucky.

“What?”

“Hang on Buck, Natasha, can you get to the car?” Steve was pacing. Right now you were the only weapon in the room (besides the gun, but you had a feeling Steve wasn’t going to use that because in all likelihood it was probably stolen). You all weren’t planning on being intercepted by HYDRA. It came up as a factor, but a highly unlikely one. Bucky was a weapon, but it was clear to everyone not to let him fight. Nobody wanted the Winter Soldier to accidentally let loose.

“Yeah, give me a minute. I’ve been made and have two coming to me.”

“Guys, what’s going on?” Bucky was obviously nervous.

You turned to him and looked him in the eyes, “HYDRA men are here. We need to leave.”

Then suddenly there was pounding at the door and yelling in Russian. Bucky was stock still and stared at the door in fear.

Wanting to get his attention back to you, you gently placed your hand on his right arm, knowing from what Steve told you that his left arm was metal and you didn’t know if he could feel touch or not, “James, do you trust me?”

He looked at you, and you smiled at him, encouraging him to follow you.

“Come on guys!” Steve yelled from the window that he had quite literally just tore open, “We have to leave now!”

You looked back to Bucky, who gave a slight nod. You smiled and took his hand, pulling him to the window Steve had just jumped out of. You shot your energy out the window to catch him, making sure he landed safely. You turned to Bucky, but before you had a chance to get him out, the door gave in and 4 men rushed into the place with guns.

“Там солдат! Убить девочку!” One of them yelled. You felt Bucky tense and you quickly felt the familiar heat in your eyes take place as you threw a green energy bolt at the men, successfully knocking them all down.

“James, I know this is scary, but I need you to crawl out of the window and when I tell you to, I need you to jump.”

His head whipped toward you, “What??”

“Солдаты! Ты пойдешь с нами!” You heard from behind you, and you turned to throw another energy bolt at the men who were scrambling to get up again.

“James, please, I will catch you, I promise.” You beg.

“желание!” One of them shouts, and you see Bucky grab his head.

“Shit.” You whisper. You knew that word. Steve taught it to you, along with several others. It was the first word in the line of Bucky’s trigger words. You didn’t have anymore time.

“Ржавый!” Bucky groaned loudly and slammed his head on the window sill.

“James, look at me!” You screamed at him from where you stood, only 4 feet from him, and he turned his head slightly towards you, “Jump, now!” He looked at you with a terrified and pained expression, and then quickly jumped out of the window, but not before anger took over you and you whipped around to the men in front of you. You raised your hands and let the energy around them become that of a lethal state, the tendrils growing, before shooting out at a lighting fast speed and piercing each one of them through the heart.

You then turned and shot out of the building, quickly wrapping Bucky in a much lighter form of the tendrils that left your fingers just moments ago, catching him midair. You noticed his rapid breathing, noting that he was on the verge on panicking.

“James, it is alright. You are not falling. I have you.” You set him down on the sidewalk, and ushered him into the car.

“Drive.” You heard Steve order from the front, and that was all Natasha needed to speed out of that that city.

You curled yourself into your legs, trying to take steadying breaths.

“(Y/N)?” You looked up and saw Steve looking back at you from the front, worry etched on his face, “Are you okay?”

“I am fine.” You say shortly, and dropped your head back into your hands.

You hear a sigh, this time Natasha spoke, “(Y/N), you need to take a deep breath, calm down. You’re doing really well at controlling yourself. We can’t really afford to have you melt down in the car.”

You took a few more deep breaths before you felt pressure on your knee. Looking between your fingers you saw a metal hand placed there. You peaked at Bucky, who was looking at you with an expression you couldn’t read, but you could swear you saw a hint of understanding.

You continued to look into his eyes, caught in them once again, when you felt the heat leave yours, letting you know that your energy had settled down and you were now under control.

You looked back down at your knee, and wrapped your flesh hand around his metal one.

“Thank you,” He said in a low, gravelly voice, “For catching me.”

Looking back up at him, you smiled warmly at him.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

[thearchdemongreatlydisapproves]

How to Introduce your best friend to your boyfriend for dummies

Your comments and likes gave me life, thank you so much! Your interest literally kickstarted me into a 5-days long writing haze, from which this fluff was born. This is the fastest I've ever came up with a story and then WROTE IT! The usual warnings. Un-betaed, all mistakes are still mine, do not own Marvel, etc. I was trying to post it as quickly as possible, so there might be some mistakes I've missed. I hope you enjoy it!

This is a sequel to this

Bucky just wanted for Tony and Steve to meet. He imagined numerous times how this could go, the two of the most important people in his live chatting a little, getting to know each other, preferably in a cozy hipster coffee that Tony would hate on a principle and Steve would love for the same reasons.

You have to be careful what you wish for, because it might just happen. Just not the way you imagined.

“Damn, Barnes, you went all out for lil’ ol’ me today. Is it a special occasion?” Clint gasped mockingly. “Did I miss our anniversary?”

Bucky didn’t grace him with a verbal answer and just flipped him off. He looked damn good so fuck ‘em. He closed the door in the Birdbrains face, but he could still hear his cackling outside. Why were his friends such assholes? OK, he WAS one of the asshole friends, but still.

“Don’t pay attention to Clint. I accidentally let him drink too much wine. It’ll wear off,” Steve called out from the kitchen. A few moments later, he appeared at the door separating their living room from the kitchen. His cheeks an the tips of his ear were a rosy red colour, which could only mean that he had been drinking the cooking wine along with Clint. Steve was nearly impossible to outdrink and Bucky could count on the fingers on one hand the times Steve had actually gotten drunk. Nevertheless, his pale Irish skin was always sure way to know if he was “cooking” with wine. The blond stared at him and he could see the moment the switch flipped in Steve’s mind.

“Wow, Bucky, how did you do that?”

He hadn’t actually done anything, truly, it was all Tony’s handwork. Bucky usually didn’t have the patience to do anything with his hair, except tying it out of his face, when he was working. But, apparently, Tony could braid. Like, he could braid really good. He had told him, while putting up and away the top section of his hair for later, about the wife of his butler and the main cook for the family, Anna, who had started all of this by showing little restless Tony how to make a classic braid. And Tony had took up on it like fish to water.

Now, Bucky was spotting a big, weird and tangly braid, that somehow looked awesome, on the top his head, with a few smaller- Dutch braids, was it?- on his temples and hanging behind his ears. Both Tony and Natasha had been calling him Lagertha the whole time after that, while Tony was braiding the Russian’s long, red hair in a “Cersei” look. In the end, both he and Natasha were both rocking the hairstyles, thank you very much.

Knowing that your current date was bros with your ex was a little awkward. Receiving your ex’s blessing to date their “cinnamon roll” was even more so (a little sweet too, but no one needed to know he thought that.)

“Tony did it. Do you like it?” the bait was on and he could see some brain activity flashing through the blond’s eyes. It was time for him to tell Steve about his amazing boyfriend of almost three and a half months.

“Who’s Tony?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed.

Deep breaths, Barnes. He really hoped this could work.

“Alright, punk, sit your ass down. I’m gonna tell you a story.” Bucky waited until Steve joined him on the couch and started, “Remember that time I made pancakes at 3 in the morning and I had to run to the store? Well, I didn’t tell you the whole thing.”

“So... let me get this straight. You, in all your sleep – deprived glory, hooked up with a fella who fell down with a shelf, using only cheesy pick up lines, which let me say, we’re atrocious. Am I right?”

“In a nutshell? Yeah.”

“Oh my God, jerk, how do you always get in situations like this?” Steve groaned out, falling backwards on the couch cushion in a dramatic manner.

“In my defence, I didn’t realize that woman was hitting on me,” he really didn’t think Steve needed to know about what happened after he left them to get to know each other. The lady had a quite a few reactions when she saw his arm. He might personally hunt her down and Bucky did not want the drama. “Do you feel like going down memory lane too? The old lady at Walmart?”

He saw the pillow coming and he totally deserved it, but everything was fair in love and war. Even handsy old bats.

“Goddammit Buck, that was not funny at all! It was scarring for life! I can’t look at Mrs. Butterworth anymore!”

“Aww, don’t worry, Peggy will kiss it better.”

Like on command, Steve’s face went a beautiful tomato shade. The blond shoved him lightly, which made Bucky shove back, which led to them tackling each other with muffled laughter. After a few moment they sat back down on their respective seats, breathless and reminding themselves that they were grown–ass adults and not childish 5-year-olds.

And then, the awkward silence settled.

“...Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

And there it was, the hundred buck question. Bucky knew it was coming, but it still made him feel so unsure.

“Because I was afraid... It just felt too good to be true,” Bucky breathed in deeply and looked back at Steve. “I’m… not the same since the accident. You know it, I know it, Hell, even Clint knows it, because he's a snooping asshole. I can’t do this whole love ‘em and leave ‘em anymore. Fuck, I can’t even speak to other human beings most of the days. And I know sometimes you wish I hadn’t changed so much since the accident,” Steve looked like a kicked puppy at this part and he was physically holding back from saying something. Nevertheless, he kept quiet, which was good enough.

“I understand, sometimes I want it just as much as you, but it can’t happen. I see how you perk up every time I seem even mildly interested in someone. But nothing good ever comes out of it and I’m never ready enough.” Bucky smiled lightly when he thought about the bright beautiful man he was dating, “With Tony it’s easy. It feels right.”

Suddenly, the heavy silence that followed his words felt tense, oppressive. Steve was staring at him with an unreadable expression and furrowed brows. Just when Bucky had started twitching with discomfort Steve asked, “How does he make you feel?”

Bucky didn’t hesitate, “Alive.” The blond nodded for him to keep going. “Tony’s so bright, Stevie, like the sun and there’s so much life in him. He will cross the street to pet a stray dog or cat. And Tony is brilliant, like Einstein level of brilliant, I think he graduated MIT with honours.”

He was getting off – track and Steve was already smirking knowingly. “You’re so whipped, Buck.”

Ok.

That he did not expect. In fact, he could feel his cheeks warming up and Steve’s smiled even harder.

“Fuck off, punk!” he exclaimed.

“No, it’s cute. I’ve never seen you so heart-eyed. I bet if Tony flutters his eyelashes at you he can make you do anything.”

“I mean, he does have pretty eyelashes, but not as pretty as his ass-”

Steve threw another pillow at him. What was he, a friggin’ child?

“You’re ruining the moment, jerk!”

“What moment? There was no moment!”

“Yes, there was,” Steve singsonged. Bucky flipped him off.

“So... When do I get to meet Tony?” the blond asked. Yep, it was time for Steve to meet his boyfriend.

It was definitely not the time for Steve to meet Tony.

Steve shouldn’t have been back so soon and yet here he was. With a fucking frozen pack of beans pressed to his face on top of it all.

And Tony? Tony was making breakfast which was kind of hilarious, because he was in the home of the biggest and tallest troll of them all. Currently, he was trying to reach for the sugar and it really wasn’t working.

Bucky let himself admire Tony in all of his sleep – soft glory and unruly thick hair.

His boyfriend could buy any fashion store he wanted, but if there was one thing Bucky learned about him, it was that he was the biggest clothes stealer out there. It was his way of claiming his humans, he was sure. And Bucky gladly let him get away with it, because the sight of Tony in his over-sized hoodies did funny things to him. In fact, right now he was wearing one of the aforementioned hoodies and a pair of rolled up sweatpants, his feet bare against the floor. Steve, the asshole, wasn’t even trying to hide his amusement behind the frozen pack.

“The Hell?” he asked eloquently.

“’Morning, sweet cheeks, I’m making you food so you better appreciate it. It must be illegal for someone to be awake that early,” Tony turned around to mock – glare at him before blowing him a kiss and reaching for the eggs, which were conveniently put on the highest shelf. “I think it was mentioned in the Declaration of Independency or something.”

This was Tony for you, before noon.

Bucky lifted his eyebrows, “You should ask Steve about that, doll. He memorised it word by word.”

The blond turned to glare back at him and gracefully saluted him with a certain finger. He quietly sat at the table, staring at his best friend and boyfriend quietly talking. Talking! What the fuck?

“So... what’s up with the shiner? And why are you back so early?” he finally asked Steve and grinned. “I thought you were going to stay at Peggy’s for a little longer, you know.”

“Fuck off, jerk, I was actually helping her with the repairs!” It never got old how Steve’s whole face will go red at even the mention of the amazing (and terrifyingly competent) British woman.

“Do you actually believe she would need help for that? She’s probably ten times better at fixing her sink than you, punk.”

Bucky laughed when his best friend glared at him, before promptly turning red as well, because Tony had pecked him on the check, while shoving a mug of fresh coffee in his hands. “Cut him some slack, babe, he’s one of the slow – blooming,” the shorter brunet smiled devilishly before chugging back his own cup of scalding coffee, goddamnit Tony!

“Your boyfriend has a mean swing too,” Steve mumbled still hiding his red face.

“What?”

“In my defence, he snuck up on me!”

“I didn’t! I was loud enough, you were just half - asleep!”

Wait, what?

“Tony, did you hit Steve?” he finally asked.

“Yes, yes he did.” There were no bad feelings in Steve’s tone and his eyes twinkled with humour. “He was drowsily trudging around the kitchen in your clothes with a pan in hand and I tapped him on the shoulder to ask him if he was Tony. Apparently, he hadn’t heard me coming in so he just jumped and fuckin’ yowled before hitting me square in the face with a pan.”

“Fuck off, Rogers, I thought you were a thief or- or an axe murderer, you just appeared from thin air!”

“You fuckin’ yowled-”

“Language!”

“How the fuck did you even yowl? I’ve never though I will hear such a noise comin’ from a human!”

“Shove it, Rogers!”

Bucky burst out laughing, because this? This was unbelievable. He had called Tony yesterday because he was feeling like shit and his boyfriend had appeared in his apartment, chattering about how shitty the door locks were and how the three boxes of pizza he was carrying were melting the skin on his hands. They put on LOTR trilogy and spent the night cuddling. He never thought this would lead here.

Bucky looped an arm around his boyfriend and drew him in for a deep kiss. But, of course, give Tony an inch and he’ll take a mile, quickly turning the mostly chaste kiss into a filthy one that definitely wasn’t for Steve’s eyes. Who was still there, coughing away to remind them of his presence.

Spoilsport.

Tony stepped, looking dishevelled. “Spoilsport,” he pouted, repeating Bucky’s thought.

“It is my pleasure,” the blond looked at Bucky.

“Just so you know, I’m not kissing you too.”

God, he loved those assholes.

[worldtravelerhd-blog]

7 Things you Should Know Before Your Trip to New Zealand

Congratulations! It's finally happening. Whether it took you days or years to pull the trigger, you've booked a flight to the other side of the world to see the Sounds, run with the sheep, and follow in Frodo's footsteps.  

Before you land in Kiwi country, here's a few things that you'll be happy to have in your [figurative] back pocket.

1. New Zealanders' Opinions of Tourists

Not all New Zealanders welcome tourists with open arms... but with good reason. In recent years, a small minority of tourists have made quite the bad name for the rest of us by being all around rude guests- littering, piss poor driving, and basically acting like asshats while visiting New Zealand.

Locals in NZ are fed up with drifter type tourists who from their perception are using up public resources, disrespecting their country and not even spending any money.

[Click any of they hyperlinks above to view the news articles]

What can you do to help? Act like you would when you visit someone else's house. Clean up after yourself, pay your share, and be polite. If you're not going to do it for you, do it for your country. Kiwis (and everyone else you meet) remember which countries the well behaved tourists come from.

2. Sandflies

I grew up with Wisconsin mosquitoes. I've even had the pleasure of feeding the deep woods Michigan tiger Mosquito.  HOWEVER, I will take mosquitoes over NZ sandflies any day of the week.

Lets compare mosquitoes & sandflies to zombies.

A mosquito is like a screaming, running zombie: scary enough, but easy to locate and put down with a headshot. Sandflies are like a horde of shuffling, slow zombies. You won't even notice them until all the sudden there are fifteen of them chewing on your foot. 

Sandflies are all bite and no bark. They leave huge welts that itch for days afterward. They also travel in swarms and are so small and quiet they're difficult to locate and smash easily. I hate sandflies, and you will too.

Even after you've read this, you're still thinking that they can't be that bad. To that, I say I have never been chased from a campsite from mosquitoes. Sandflies made me flee on three different occasions while in New Zealand.

3. Internet

Somehow the public perception of internet in New Zealand is that it's an incredibly rare resource that must be used in small quantities so that some is saved for future generations. Coffee shops, restaurants, and bars will gladly let you use their wifi but prepare for disappointment-its often slow, capped at 50 mbs (think... a few iMessages home to mom) and always password protected.

That forces tourists who want to upload or download something larger than an email off to the library (think, backup photos, send a Snapchat video or godforbid FACETIME). Because of this the poor libraries in NZ are absolutely SLAMMED  with tourists. From open to close, expect to see groups of young backpackers in every available library space sipping up that sweet interweb nectar.

It's so bad in fact that many libraries A) charge for internet after the first half hour B) have separate facilities for WiFi users such as a backroom.  

You'll inevitably find yourself in a library during your travels.  Don't spread your stuff around to create a shantytown in the middle of the library and please, this should go without saying, wear some shoes. (Why are there always German tourists in the library who don't have shoes?) And please oh please eat your lunch outside... or in your car... or anywhere besides whipping up a PB&J sandwich on the very limited counterspace everyone is sharing.

4. Expensive?

Is New Zealand is expensive? If you eat at a restaurant for every meal, stay at hotels, and have a nice rental car, then yes, New Zealand is really expensive.

However, if you live a normal lifestyle similar to how you do at home you can live out a comfortable daily life as a tourist and not spend anymore (aside from the plane ticket) than you would back home.

What does that mean? Grocery stores for food and cooking for yourself, an inexpensive campervan, and Department of Conservation camp sites to start. In fact, we were surprised at how affordable New Zealand is, especially with the dollar being as strong against the kiwi buck as it is in March 2016.

5. Weather

Out of everywhere we traveled, NZ had the widest range in weather that you had to be prepared for. It could be swimsuit hot on a beach during the day but then so cold at night that you need to wear everything you own to sleep in.

While everyone makes jokes about it always raining when you go camping you can count on it raining more often than not. Throw in altitude changes with mountains everywhere and you'll be traversing through endless micro-climates for your entire visit to NZ.

This is a country that you need to bring your A-Game to prep for. Bring your cold weather gear, your wet weather gear, your awesome waterproof hiking boots, and then throw a swimsuit on top of all that. Arrive with the knowledge that there will be entire days you will have to just write off because it will pour all day.  We got rained out of Abel Tasman, Queenstown, the Fox and Frans Joseph glaciers, and only had one decent day in Milford Sound. Not complaining... just communicating. 

6. Driving

From an American perspective, New Zealand seems compact and easily drivable. Few things to look out for:

Speed Limits: Kiwis drive fast and their speed limits allow for this. Pay attention to the suggested speed limits on twisty roads- they are really accurate and you wouldn't want to be going faster than posted around a turn that turns off into a river gorge.

Foreign Drivers: Be on the lookout for all Campervanners. Foreign drivers operating on NZ roads are notoriously dangerous. The high speed limits and driving on the left side in a vehicle bigger than what they use at home seems to confuse the majority of them. Stay in defensive driving mode, doubly so if you're going to be driving a motorcycle in NZ.

Get out of the way: Remember when I mentioned Kiwis drive fast? They drive fast. Pull your slow camper van over and let traffic pass you. That way you'll end up with a friendly wave instead of an angry finger. If you're doing it right, they'll give you a nice little beep as they pass.  That's Kiwi for "Thanks for being one of the good tourists"!

7. Yes, Your Trip to New Zealand Will Be As Great As You Imagined

You'll never see more natural beauty packed into one country. Our jaws were in a constant state of dropped as we discovered something new around every corner. Endless waterfalls, rivers, mountains, sounds, beaches...the variation you'll encounter over just a two hour drive will leave you wanting to apply for citizenship.

Packing soon? Check out 6 Essentials for your New Zealand Campervan Trip