#Buck's Not-At-All-Secret Admirer

[alygator77]

another wip from me. hehe. supermodel satoru.

warnings: mdni, smut, fluff, masturbation, obsession. (honestly, satoru feels kinda yandere af. he's fucking down bad for you.)

supermodel! satoru whose life is a whirlwind—flashing cameras, designer clothes, and breathless whispers of adoration. on the surface, he has it all: the perfect career, the perfect face, the perfect life. but perfection… has its price.

supermodel! satoru who, after a ten-hour photoshoot that left him feeling more mannequin than man, slumps into the cold embrace of his sleek penthouse. the city glimmers outside his floor-to-ceiling windows, vibrant and alive, but it feels distant, like a movie playing on mute. he’s surrounded by luxury but drowning in solitude.

supermodel! satoru who, running on three hours of sleep and bad coffee, barely notices when his fingers fumble over his phone, sending a text message to you—meant for his manager. tossing the phone aside with a sigh, he stretches out on the couch, exhaustion pulling at his limbs—unaware that this accidental message is about to flip his world upside down.

supermodel! satoru who, when your response comes through, doesn’t realize at first that he’s texted a stranger. his initial confusion shifts to mild annoyance, but that changes the moment he reads your sharp, unfiltered reply. intrigue replaces irritation, and before he knows it, he’s texting back, unable to resist the pull of you on the other end.

supermodel! satoru who keeps his identity a secret, finding it strange at first, but soon, it becomes refreshing. for once, he’s not the face on billboards or the name in glossy magazines. no—for the first time in forever, someone is talking to him—not his fame, not his face, just him.

supermodel! satoru who finds himself grinning like an idiot whenever his phone buzzes with your name. you tell him about your life—mundane, you call it, but to him, it’s captivating. days turn into weeks—texts in the middle of the night when he’s jet-lagged and bored in some foreign country. voice notes where you laugh at his terrible jokes.

supermodel! satoru who one day, finally reveals who he is, and with a mix of arrogance and curiosity, boldly asks for your photo—eager to see the face behind the name he’s grown so fond talking to.

c’mon now... I show my face to the world every day. least you could do is show me yours ;)

your reply pings through, accompanied by an attachment, and for a moment, his breath catches.

supermodel! satoru who has seen countless beautiful people, surrounded by them every day, but there’s something about you that has him hooked. perhaps it’s not just the way you look—it’s the way you’ve made him feel. for the first time in forever, he’s not just admired; he’s seen.

supermodel! satoru who ends up sprawled out on his couch later that night, your picture propped up on the coffee table in front of him as he grips his shaft. his shirt is discarded somewhere on the floor, his sweatpants pushed down to his thighs as his cock strains in his hand—red, leaking and desperate for attention. all he can focus on is you.

supermodel! satoru whose glossy lips part as he pants, pumping his dick, his head tipping back while the phone’s glow casts shadows across his flushed skin. his penthouse is filled with the slick sound of his hand sliding over his length, mixing with his shuddering breaths.

“fuuuck… so fucking pretty…” he rasps, his hips bucking into his fist. his strokes grow faster, more desperate, as his body thrums with heat.

supermodel! satoru who murmurs your name like a prayer, thick with need, chasing his inevitable release. “nnngh… gonna—ahhh—gonna cum f’you,” he moans, breathy and broken. His voice cracks as his back arches off the couch.

supermodel! satoru whose strokes grow frantic, erratic, his abs flexing tight as thick, hot ropes of cum spill over his stomach, painting his skin in sticky streaks of white. the release leaves him trembling, every drop wrung from his body as a low groan escapes his parted lips.

supermodel! satoru who exhales a quiet laugh, his chest heaving as a lazy smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. he trails his fingers through the mess, smearing it across his toned abs as his smirk deepens—amused and awed by how much you’ve made him cum.

supermodel! satoru who can’t focus during his photoshoot the next day, every click of the camera drowned out by thoughts of you. his mind lingers to the filthy fantasy of your body beneath his—your lips whispering his name, your legs wrapped around his waist.

the ache in his pants becomes unbearable, and he excuses himself, slipping away to the bathroom under the pretense of ‘fixing his hair.’

supermodel! satoru who locks the bathroom door behind him with trembling fingers, his breath hitching as he pulls up your photo again. his hands fumble with the buttons of his designer pants, desperate to release his aching erection.

supermodel! satoru who stares at your picture with half-lidded eyes, his thumb swiping over the swollen tip of his dick, spreading a slick bead of precum across the sensitive head. "fuck… you’ve got me so worked up," he whispers with a cocky smirk, and his free hand grips the edge of the sink, his cock twitching eagerly in his fist.

“pretty girl… god, I’d ruin you,” he shudders as he fucks his hand. with a sharp inhale, he reaches out to twist the handles of the porcelain sink. but honestly, the cascading water is a feeble attempt to drown his debauched sounds—sounds he knows he can’t hold back.

supermodel! satoru whose mind spirals into pure filth, his fantasies running wild as he pictures your body beneath his—writhing, trembling, utterly at his mercy. your hands would cling to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he holds your legs apart, spreading you wide as he fucks your tight little hole.

"bet you'd look so fucking good under me," he hisses through gritted teeth. “all spread out, legs shaking… pretty little mouth begging f’me.” his hand tightens around his cock as his hips jerk forward, “fuuuuck, you’d take me so well, wouldn’t ya? haaa—every fucking inch.”

supermodel! satoru who is teetering on the edge when a sharp knock cuts through the haze, echoing against the bathroom door.

“satoru? you’re needed back on set!” his manager calls, muffled but clear.

but his strokes turn frenzied, the interruption fueling the thrill—the sheer audacity of jerking off in the middle of a shoot. his moans mix with the rush of running water and the persistent pounding on the door.

“shit—fuck—fuck—” his voice cracks, his body seizes, and in that instant his cock erupts. he whimpers, milking his dick as his forehead falls forward against the mirror. as his thick hot seed spills on his hand, it streaks across the counter in messy, sticky arcs.

“satoru!” the knocking continues, louder this time, his manager’s voice growing sharper.

“i’m coming!” he yells back, and the irony of his words pulls a breathless laugh from his lips.

supermodel! satoru who stands there for a moment, panting, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror. he’s a fucking hot mess—cheeks flushed, his hair a disarray, and his lips are swollen from biting down so damn hard, trying to keep quiet.

supermodel! satoru who tucks himself into his pants, buckling his belt with practiced ease as his smirk slides back into place. he splashes cold water on his face, tidies his hair, and by the time he steps out of the bathroom, he’s the typical picture of confidence—swaggering back to set with a cocky grin as though nothing happened.

but deep down, he knows he’s utterly, completely fucked.

why? because you’ve become his favorite addiction, his sweetest downfall. and it’s only a matter of time before he finally makes you his.

a full fic for this will be coming out! lmk if you wanna be tagged. edit: taglist closed

[flowerbunnyboo]

YOU'RE MINE | back

starring: chan x male reader

summary: chan has always been love with his new assistant since day one but an incident triggers him to show his love for his assistant via his cock

nsfw

a/n: did i cum to this? yes

Chan's piercing gaze locked onto Mn as soon as he stepped into the opulent office, the newly hired personal assistant exuding an aura of quiet confidence that immediately captivated the CEO. With chiseled features and a lean, athletic build, Mn seemed handcrafted to stir primal desires, and Chan found himself inexplicably drawn to this enigmatic stranger.

As the days passed, Chan's fascination only deepened. He marveled at Mn's efficiency, his keen intellect, and the way he moved with a fluid grace that belied his sharp focus. But more than professional admiration, a different kind of longing began to simmer within Chan – a yearning that had nothing to do with business acumen or organizational skills.

It wasn't until the incident with the lecherous employee that Chan's emotions boiled over.

Chan's fingers trailed lower, dancing along the edge of Mn's jawline before cupping his face. He tilted Mn's head back, forcing their gazes to meet, and leaned in close. Their lips hovered mere inches apart, the air thick with unspoken desire.

Chan's other hand slid around to grasp Mn's hip, pulling him flush against the hard planes of his chest. The heat of their bodies mingled as Chan pressed forward, claiming Mn's mouth in a searing kiss.

Mn melted into the embrace, his arms winding around Chan's neck as he returned the passionate onslaught. Their tongues danced and twined, a sensual tango that left them both breathless.

Mn had no idea how he had ended up like this with Chan but he was loving every second of it.

Breaking the kiss, Chan nuzzled his nose against Mn's, inhaling the sweet scent of his skin. "I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you", he murmured, his words dripping with sincerity. "I couldn't resist anymore when I saw how that fool dared to look at you. You're so much more than just a pretty face, Mn. You're brilliant, talented, and sexy as hell", he said making Mn let out a small chuckle. "Why, thank you".

Chan's hands roamed over Mn's body, mapping every curve and contour with reverent touches. He palmed the firm globes of Mn's ass, squeezing gently before sliding down to grasp the hem of his pants.

With deft fingers, Chan unbuckled Mn's belt and lowered the zipper, revealing the tantalizing bulge beneath. He groaned softly, his own arousal straining against the confines of his tailored slacks.

"Mn, I need you", Chan panted, his eyes dark with lust. "Right here, right now"

Mn nodded eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest. He'd been harboring secret desires for his enigmatic boss, and now that the dam had broken, there was no turning back.

With a swift tug, Chan yanked Mn's pants and underwear down, exposing his beautifully formed cock to the cool air of the cabin. Mn gasped as Chan's warm hand wrapped around his shaft, giving it a slow, teasing stroke.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous", Chan praised, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive head. "I'm going to worship this dick all night long".

Without further hesitation, Chan sank to his knees, positioning himself between Mn's spread legs. He looked up at Mn with smoldering eyes, his own erection throbbing impatiently against his stomach.

Then, with a hunger that bordered on feral, Chan engulfed Mn's length in his mouth, taking him deep. Mn cried out, his fingers tangling in Chan's hair as he fought to maintain balance against the overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck!"

Chan set a relentless pace, his tongue swirling and laving every inch of Mn's cock as he sucked him off with wild abandon. The musky taste of his lover's arousal filled his senses, spurring him on.

Mn's hips bucked erratically, his grip on Chan's hair tightening as he neared the brink. "Oh god, Chan, I'm... I'm gonna—"

But Chan wouldn't let him finish, instead doubling his efforts and swallowing around Mn's pulsing member as he came undone. Hot spurts of cum flooded Chan's throat, and he drank it all down, savoring every drop.

Mn felt his body go hot as saw down at the sight of his boss licking his cock.

Chan struggled to catch his breath after the intense orgasm, his own erection still painfully hard against his abdomen. As he released Mn's spent cock from his mouth, he gazed up at him with a triumphant grin.

"That was incredible", Chan purred, his voice husky with satisfaction. "But we're far from done, sweetheart"

With a fluid motion, he rose to his feet and shed his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly aside. Next went his tie, followed by the buttons of his dress shirt, which he peeled open to reveal a chiseled torso adorned with a big tattoo.

Mn watched, transfixed, as Chan revealed more of his toned physique. The CEO's piercing eyes never left Mn's as he undid his belt and slipped free of his slacks, letting them pool at his feet.

Now fully nude, Chan stepped closer, his impressive erection jutting proudly from a nest of curly blond hair. He reached out to trail a finger down Mn's chest, following the path of a thin scar that bisected one pec.

"Tell me about this", Chan commanded, his tone soft but insistent. "How did you get it?"

Mn's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability washing over him. "It's from a knife fight, back in my rougher days", he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was young, stupid, and trying to prove myself. It nearly cost me everything"

Chan's expression turned stern, his jaw clenched in anger on behalf of Mn. "And yet, here you are, stronger and wiser because of it. I'm proud of you, Mn"

With a gentle touch, Chan caressed the scar once more before leaning in to press a tender kiss to the same spot. "Let me show you just how much I admire your resilience and strength", he whispered against Mn's skin.

Emboldened by the tender gesture, Mn captured Chan's lips in a heated kiss, pouring all his pent-up passion and gratitude into the embrace. They devoured each other, their mouths moving in perfect sync as if they'd been made for this very dance.

Breaking away for a moment, Chan guided Mn toward the plush bed hidden in the back of the cabin. "Come, love", he coaxed, his hands roaming possessively over Mn's backside. "Let me take care of you properly."

As they tumbled onto the mattress, Chan's weight pinned Mn beneath him, their naked bodies entwining like living vines.

Chan claimed Mn's mouth again, kissing him deeply as his hands explored every inch of his lover's body. He traced the contours of Mn's shoulders, relishing the feel of lean muscle beneath smooth skin. His thumbs brushed over Mn's nipples, coaxing them to peak as he lavished attention on the sensitive buds.

Mn arched into the touch, a low moan escaping him as pleasure coursed through his veins. His own hands roamed Chan's back, feeling the play of muscles beneath the CEO's golden skin. He marveled at the contrast between Chan's powerful build and his own frame.

Breaking the kiss, Chan gazed down at Mn with an intensity that stole his breath. "You're exquisite", he breathed, his voice heavy with desire. "Every part of you is made for me."

Chan's words sent a shiver down Mn's spine, his heart racing at the raw emotion behind them. He felt cherished, wanted, and utterly possessed by the man above him. "Let me treat you", Mn said.

Emboldened by the sensation, Mn reached down to wrap his fingers around Chan's thick erection, stroking it slowly from base to tip. Chan's eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back in bliss as Mn's touch ignited a fire within him.

"You feel amazing", Mn murmured, his thumb circling the swollen head of Chan's cock. "So hard and hot... I can't wait to have you inside me"

Chan's lids snapped open, his gaze locking with Mn's as a fierce hunger took hold. "Then take it", he growled, his hips surging forward to impale Mn on his rigid length. "Take every inch of me, baby"

A sharp cry tore from Mn's throat as Chan pushed himself inside, stretching and filling him completely. The sensation was overwhelming, bordering on pain as his body adjusted to the intrusion.

But as Chan began to move, withdrawing until only the tip remained inside before plunging back in, the discomfort melted away, replaced by an intoxicating blend of pleasure and pressure. Each thrust rocked Mn's entire being, sending sparks of ecstasy dancing along his nerve endings.

"Mmm, yes", Mn panted, his nails digging into Chan's back as he met each drive with his own desperate upward roll of his hips. "Harder, Chan... fuck me harder!"

Chan obliged, his pace growing more erratic as he chased his release. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breathing and muffled grunts of pleasure.

Chan's thrusts became brutal, almost punishing in their intensity as he pounded into Mn with reckless abandon. The headboard slammed against the wall with each forceful entry, the rhythmic thuds echoing through the cabin.

Mn's world narrowed to the searing heat of Chan's cock and the relentless friction it created within him. His prostate was a live wire, sparking pleasure with every plunge, and he could feel his own climax building, coiling tighter and tighter in his core.

"Close... I'm so close!", Mn gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Chan's response was a guttural groan, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor as he chased his own impending orgasm. "Not gonna... gonna fill you up... make you mine..."

With a final thrust, Chan buried himself to the root inside Mn, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he unleashed a torrent of hot semen deep within his lover's clenching passage.

Mn cried out, his own orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. His hole rippled around Chan's spurting length, milking him for every drop as waves of ecstasy washed through him.

They collapsed together, Chan's weight pressing Mn into the mattress as they both struggled to catch their breath. Chan's face was buried in the crook of Mn's neck, his hot breath fanning over the sweat-slicked skin as he nuzzled and kissed his way up to claim Mn's lips in a slow, sated kiss.

After a long moment, Chan lifted his head, his eyes shining with adoration as he gazed down at Mn. "Mine", he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You're truly mine now, in every way that matters"

Mn smiled up at him, his heart full to bursting with love and contentment. "Always have been", he replied softly, his fingers threading through Chan's hair. Just took you a little longer to realize it.

Chan chuckled, the sound warm and rich, and leaned in to capture Mn's lips once more. As they kissed, the afterglow of their intense lovemaking settled over them like a cozy blanket, wrapping them in a sense of peace and belonging.

In this moment, nothing else existed beyond the two of them, lost in the comfort of each other's arms. The outside world faded away, leaving only the steady thrum of their hearts beating as one.

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[moonvis]

I NEED YOU ALIVE

Steve Rogers x F! Avenger! Reader Incl. Sam, Tony, and Bucky x Natasha Summary: Steve can't wait to propose, but when a mission goes south, he's not sure he'll get the chance after all Warnings: Angst to fluff! Some cursing. Some blood and injuries. 2.5k words.

Steve carefully opened the blue velvet box in his hand, revealing a simple yet beautiful engagement ring. Light reflected onto the golden material, a small diamond on top. Steve knew his girl liked it simple, so that was what he got. A warming smile grew on his lips as he imagined the ring perfectly fit on her finger.

Bucky gently nudged at his pal’s side, a smirk present on his face. Steve chuckled as a response, speaking in a low voice, “This is it Buck. I’m proposing tonight after the mission.” It was Y/N and Steve’s two-year anniversary after all, but unfortunately they had to go on a last-minute mission before celebrating.

“M’ happy for you pal. She’s gonna love it.”

Steve had been carrying the ring in his picket ever since he bought it, looking at it every now and then  - even at the risk of Y/N spotting him. Bucky had reminded it of such many times before, “Might put it away before your girl sees it.”

The whole team were gathered inside the jet, but luckily Y/N was sat opposite of the super soldiers, occupied in a conversation with Natasha. Steve let out a happy sigh and closed the box, “You know how it is Buck…”

Bucky did indeed understand; he understood the excitement Steve was feeling, the thought of spending the rest of a lifetime with the love of his life. The former Winter Solider had proposed to Natasha just a few months earlier anyways.  

Bucky patted the blonde’s shoulder, “One more mission, and she’s all yours.”

“Right.” The Captain put the box back in his most secure pocket and got up. Time to get over with the mission. Walking into the middle of the jet, he spoke up, “Okay team. One last recall on the mission plan.”

Y/N gave him her immediate attention, admiring Steve in his Captain America stance. Steve gave her a small smile before he continued talking, “Y/N and Nat will get the files. Buck, Sam and I will go for the hostages, while Tony-” Steve turned to the billionaire, “You work as a shield around the base. This is a last-minute mission, which means we gotta be prepared for anything. Sam will back you up if needed.”

“Dream team,” Y/N commented from beside Natasha, giving her a pound, “Let’s go.”

Tony turned in his seat and prepared the jet for arrival, just outside the Hydra base, “Check your gear everyone! We land in three.”

As the they landed, Steve guided for Y/N to come over, which se gladly did. The Captain put his shield on his back, before caressing his girlfriend’s face, his brows softening as they made eye contact, “Be careful, okay? You know I hate separating from you on missions. So please, don’t take any unnecessary risks. I need you back in one piece.”

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Steve was referring to the upcoming secret proposal, thinking of the ring hidden in his pocket. He needed his future bride to make it back from the mission alive.

“That goes both ways,” Y/N raised a brow and smiled, “But yes, I promise.” With a quick kiss, they bid each other good luck before Y/N jogged off to join Natasha.

“Come on pal, let’s go.” Bucky said form beside the Captain. Steve couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy though, watching his girl disappear out of sight. Shrugging it off, he nodded at Bucky before leading the way.

Y/N and Natasha snuck up to the first entrance where four Hydra agents were guarding the door. Y/N looked over at the redhead mouthing, “Element of surprise?”, gaining a nod in response. On three, Y/N launched forward and kicked one man to the ground, before ducking as another tried to shoot her.

Natasha was already slamming the shooter into a third Hydra agent, while Y/N knocked out the guy beneath her. Finishing off, she shot the fourth and last guy running at Natasha. The girls gave each other a pound before continuing further into the base.

“Y/N look!”

Y/N turned to face Natasha, her eyes following whatever the redhead was pointing at. A staircase, leading up to a glass covered room holding what seemed like computers.

“Just what we were searching for,” Y/N winked and ran towards the stairs, stopping when a pair of Hydra agents suddenly appeared at the top. Y/N was a quick and precise shooter when it came to guns, not arrows, that was Barton’s specialty.

Fast, she brought out her gun and shot both agents in their head before they got the chance to react. Natasha came up beside her, impressed, “Not bad, but save some for me, will you?”

“Then you gotta keep up,” Y/N teased. Natassha rolled her eyes and followed her friend up the stairs. As they reached the computer-room, the coast seemed to be clear, with no booby-traps in sight.

“Awesome. Go do your thing,” Y/N winked at Natasha who entered the room, before she spoke into the comms, “Mission report. We found the computer-room.”

“Good. Get those files and stay on guard,” Steve reported back, “We just found the hostages. Getting them out now.”   

Natasha was skilled when it came to hacking, so downloading the files were like a baby’s work. It was when they thought they were safe to leave the base, things started to heat up.

“We got the files, heading out now!” Natasha spoke into the comms, following Y/N out of the room.

“Copy that.” The Captain sounded satisfied, “And the hostages are brought to safety. Everyone return to the jet.”   

While Tony gave his own report into the comms, the ladies of the team faced a sudden surprise outside the computer-room. Out of nowhere, a gunshot sounded through the hall, followed by the sound of Natasha’s agonizing scream.

She had been hit.

Y/N was quick to react and shot the Hydra agent who had fired and felt a knot in her stomach as she watched her friend fall to the floor. “Nat, shit!” Y/N rushed over and fell to her knees, “Hold still.”

Natasha had been shot through the leg, thick blood flowing out of her wound. Y/N ripped a piece of clothing of her own suit and wrapped it around the redhead’s leg. Bringing a hand up to her comm, her shaking voice spoke up, “Nat’s been hit! We need backup asap!”

“What!?” The frantic voice of Bucky sounded through the comms, “Where are you? I’m coming!”

“We’re just outside the computer room. West part of the base. Please, hurry!” Y/N’s worried voice responded back, before she shifted her attention back to Natasha, “Hold on Nat. Bucky’s coming.”

Natasha was weak, the wound being dangerously deep. The redhead brought out her hand for Y/N to hold, which she instantly accepted. Y/N felt scared, she couldn’t carry Natasha out of there herself, nor would she leave her behind. The last thing she needed was more Hydra agents approaching them in such a vulnerable state.

As if the universe hated them, the voices of more Hydra agents could be heard from downstairs, “They’re up there! Let’s go!”

Shit.

“Guys, hurry! There’s more agents and I can’t deal with them alone with Nat like this!” Y/N yelled into the comms, readying her gun for anything. Right now, protecting Natasha was the only thing she cared about.

“On my way!” Tony said though the comms, his voice stern with a hint of concern.

Steve felt his heart twist and turn, the sickening feeling in his stomach not helping. If he knew his girl correctly, she would do anything in her power to protect Natasha. Even if it meant putting her own life at risk. “Don’t do anything stupid Y/N! We’re on our way!”

“Hold on baby, I’m on my way!” Was Bucky’s words trough the comms. Natasha let out a shaky breath at his voice, clearly getting a bit of relief from it.

As the first Hydra agent made his way up the stairs, Y/N shot him in the head, making him fall into the one coming up right behind him. Y/N got up on her feet and saw at least six more agents running up to get them, “What the fuck?”

“Y/N you need to-” Natasha spoke thought a cough, “Get your ass out of here.”

“Forget it. I’m not leaving you.” Y/N’s voice was stern, so was her stance. As more agents ran towards her, she shot them. One, two and-

Her gun was out of bullets.

In the moment of panic, she took a step back before throwing her gun at the floor. Reaching for her knife, she spoke through the comms again, “My gun’s out, and these bitches keep on coming. Hurry!”

“Fuck, we’re almost there doll!” Steve was panicking. He could run fast alright, but coming from the other side of the base was quite the long way, “Tony!”

“Almost there Cap!”

Taking advantage of Y/N’s moment of distraction, the next Hydra agent tackled her to the floor. She usually managed to take out a guy alone, but as another agent joined in to hold her down, she struggled.

Natasha noticed and couldn’t just lay and watch. The redhead gritted her teeth together and lifted herself slightly off the floor, pointing her gun at one of the agents. Trough her blurred vision, she shot him in the arm. The man screamed in pain and let go of Y/N.

Unfortunately, the Hydra agent realised Natasha was still a threat, even in such a state, and went forward to grab her instead. The man lifted Natasha by the collar and dragged her towards the stairs, pointing his gun at her, “This is what you get little bitch!”

His words grabbed Y/N attention, her eyes widening, “No!”

Everything from there happened so fast. One second she was pushing Natasha out of the way, and the next, she was falling down the stairs with a fresh bullet-wound to her side.

In the moment of tragedy, Iron Man came flying in, catching Y/N only seconds away from having her head slammed on the cold hard ground. Holding her with one hand, he blasted the last remaining agents dead, before finally landing. Tony gently put her down, his mask revealing the distressed features on his face, “My god-”

“Natasha!” The yell and sight of Bucky came in view. He spotted his fiancé at the top of the stairs, not hesitating to get to her side. Right behind came Steve and Sam, having no idea what would meet their eyes.

The exact moment Steve spotted Y/N lying beside Tony, he felt his stomach drop. The Captain rushed to her side, falling onto his knees as dust flew in the air, “Oh my god--”

As Tony put pressure on her wound, Steve brought his hand up to caress her cheek, “Oh my god Y/N, you-”

“M’sorry Stevie…”

“No, don’t you say that!” Steve was panicking, his eyes going up to meet Tony’s, “What do we do?!”

Composing himself, Tony got up from the ground, “She don’t have much time. We need to get her help, asap! I’ll get the jet ready, you bring her.”  

Steve felt his breath quickening at Tony’s words. As he watched Iron Man fly off, Steve shifted his attention back to his girl. Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks as he spoke, “I’m sorry doll, but this is gonna hurt.” Steve, as gently as he could, lifted her up in his arms, shutting out her agonizing scream to concentrate.

“Hold on doll, I’m bringing you home,” Steve promised as he ran the fastest he ever had. He watched as his girl grew heavier in his arms, her eyelids trying to fall shut. “Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Fuck he was worried.

“I’m not losing you today doll, just keep your eyes open, please.” Steve begged as he noticed how quickly his girl faded.

“M’sleepy…” Y/N wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, not feeling much either. She was just happy her last moments would be in the hands of the man she loved.

“No, I can’t let you to that. You need to stay awake, sweetheart. Please.” Steve cried as Y/N’s eyes closed, knowing there was nothing else he could do but run. “No, no, no, Y/N! Stay with me, please!”

As Y/N went completely numb in his hands, the solider screamed out in frustration. The jet was right in front of him, and as soon as he got to lay her body down, he fell to his knees, silent sobs shaking his broad shoulders.

His hand reached into his pocket, fingers tightening around the blue velvet box. She couldn’t die on him, not like this. He still had an important question to ask her.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Just like he had been doing for the last few days, Steve sat by her bedside, listening to the monitor telling him she was still alive.

Steve refused to leave her side. Sam had tried to at least make him take a shower after the mission, but he still wouldn't budge. Steve had to be present the exact moment Y/N woke up.

“Hey, pal,” Bucky entered the room, “How’s she doing?”

Steve let out a sigh, letting his eyes leave Y/N for just a moment to look at his friend, “You know… the same.”

“Hey, I could watch her for a while if you need some rest,” Bucky suggested, but the Captain only shoot his head, “You know she’s gonna be mad when she wake up and realises you didn’t take care of yourself.”

“So be it,” Steve stoke his thumb over the soft skin of her hand, “I just can’t leave her side. I thought she was gone Buck. You saw it! Her heart stopped, twice!” Fresh tears streamed down Steve’s face at the memory playing in his head.

The day on the injury, Y/N’s heart stopped twice if not more, and it scared the hell out of Steve. He had to see the world crumbling down before his eyes, only for the universe to prank him. It made him angry. Oh, how he hated Hydra, for almost taking away his future.

Bucky didn’t comment Steve’s words. It could easily have been Natasha in that situation, but Y/N had saved her without hesitation. He would be forever grateful – he just couldn’t bear the thought of his best friend losing the love of his life instead.

Luckily, Y/N was recovering.

“You look like shit…” A crocked voice came from the room. Steve’s head shot up in surprise, eyes landing on her beautiful ones looking back at him. Bucky smiled and rushed out of the room, going to get a doctor.

“Y/N? Oh my-” Steve gasped, rapid breaths escaping him, “Fuck, Y/N, I thought I lost you.” Steve reached forward and cupped her cheek, not even bothering to hold back the sobs that followed.

“M’sorry…” Y/N let out a shaky breath, still adjusting to the light and pain in her stomach, “And uh- how long was I out for?”

“Five days,” Steve responded, still in disbelief his girl was finally awake, “Thank god you’re okay, doll. I love you so damn much.”

Y/N was a little taken back by the number of days but shook it off as she watched Steve’s broken expression. She tapped at the empty spot beside her, guiding for Steve to lay down. He hesitated for a moment, scared of hurting her, but accepted when she looked at him with pleading eyes.

“How’s Natasha doing?” Y/N asked as she remembered the redhead.

“She’s okay,” Steve sounded a bit hesitant, “Thanks to you I’ve heard.”

“Steve… I’m sorry for being reckless, I just-”

Steve sighed and reassured her, “It’s okay, I’m just glad to have you back alive. We’ve been at this one before; I’d do the same for Bucky and so on.”

Y/N chuckled and rested her head against his shoulder, hearing his rapid heartbeat.

Letting out a shaky breath, Steve turned to face her properly, his eyes softening as he looked at her smile. He reached into his pocket to grab the blue velvet box he had so patiently waited to give her.

“Y/N, this is not how I imagined doing this, but-” Steve brought the box forwards. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight, her hand coming up to cover her gasping mouth, “Steve…”

Steve opened the box to reveal the beautiful ring, his eyes plastered on her the whole time. Her widening smile and teary eyes made his heart melt, “After almost loosing you, I can’t wait any longer. Please, will you do me the biggest honour of becoming my wife?”

“Oh my gosh! Yes!” Y/N cheered with the little energy she had and let Steve put the perfectly fit ring on her finger, “It’s beautiful Steve!”

Steve let out a soft chuckle, “I know this isn’t an ideal way to propose but-”

“It’s perfect!” Y/N assured him and reached forward to press a kiss on his lips. Though as she moved, a sudden pain overwhelmd her stomach, “Fuck!”

“Shit, are you okay?” Steve went straight into being protective, watching his fiancé shut her eyes in pain. As she didn’t respond, he grew worried, at least, until she started giggling. “Fuck that hurt.”

“You scared me doll,” Steve let out a sigh and reached forward to plant a kiss on top of her head, “You sure know how to pain an old man’s heart.”

Before Y/N got the chance to respond, a doctor came into the room, Bucky following suit, “Sorry for ruining the moment, but we need to check if everything is okay.”

“That’s fine, I know you’ll take care of my fiancé.” Steve kissed the top of her head and left the bed, going to stand beside Bucky.

The brunette punched Steve in the arm, “Now you can finally stop the obsessive ring gazing. I’m happy for you pal.”

“Thanks Buck.” Steve's eyes didn’t leave her figure as he stood there. He watched as she laughed with the doctor, a smile plastered on her face, even though she just woke up from a fay day long coma. She was such a ray of sunshine – she warmed his heart.

Oh, and to believe she would be his for ever.

[diejager]

Hi! If your ask box is open then can i ask forced riding with König or Horangi ,please🥰?

Sharing Cw: DARK,DUB-CON/NON-CON, thigh riding, exhibitionism , call sex?, tell me if I missed any.

Straddling König’s lap, you rocked your hip against his strong thigh, thick and hard, moving under the guiding hand and stare of your captor. You were stripped down to a lose, oversized shirt, the collar sliding down your shoulder and the end draped around you like a mini skirt, and a little collar clasped around your neck, a soft, lace choker with his name engraved into the metal plate. Unlike you, he was fully clothed, tight pants and an even tighter shirt dripping the fat and muscle of his arms and chest, and his hood pulled over his face.

It was an act of domination, an intentionality to show his control and dominion over you. He moved your hips up and down the rough texture of his pants, rubbing your swollen clit over him without reprieve when you came all over him, staining and pants. You mewled and arched your back, head resting on his chest as he kept moving you. Your little pants, wet and humid gasps, and warm drool seeped into his shirt, painting a darker patch on his nipple, perked and sensitive if you bit into it.

You pawed him, nails raking his forearm when it got too much, your core tingling too strongly, feeling empty, yet over-satiated with how many times he made you ride his thigh, grinding your slick cunt on the soaked spot. You hated this, feeling his overpowering grip urging your hips forward and sweet praises coaxing you to follow his order. He sang praises, eyes gleaming so brightly that they burned a brand into your skin.

They roved over your thighs, admiring the slickness of it before moving up your rising chest, bite covered shoulders and pretty neck adorned with his name - König engraved in bold and black letters - and finally your flushed face, tears streaming down your cheeks, lips swollen and stare glossy-eyed, drunk on pleasure and pain. König’s cool eyes lingered on your face, taking in your appearance and admiring it with sweet, little words, then he gazed past your shoulder, meeting the black eyes of his partner.

“Enjoying the show, mein Freund?”

“네,” he grunted, eyes fluttering through the screen, his mask still hiked up his nose and panting at the debauched sight of you. (Yeah.)

Horangi was a close friend of his that König shared everything with him, they were as thick as thieves, sharing secrets and a pet. When König was busy, Horangi would come over, and when Horangi was gone, the responsibility would fall back onto König. And tonight, with Horangi far away, he called his friend through his laptop, the call encrypted and the view available to them alone. He’d watched you grind König’s thigh, leaving a long and damp line of slick and cum, glistening from the screen’s light in their dark room.

“You’re a good girl, ja, Kätzchen?” His eyes smiled, narrowed so mirthfully as he hastened your pace, pulling you more roughly and pressing you down to split your lips wider. He raised his leg, bouncing you as you moved, drinking in your mewls and tired moans, “Mein süßes, süßes Kätzchen, look at him.”

You could hardly turn to meet his gaze, mind so numb and glossed over that König had to turn your face around, letting you peer at the Korean from over your shoulder, lashes fluttering and lips wet. He groaned loudly, brows pinched in devastating pleasure at your broken expression, his arm jerking faster and low moans more common. König kept you half turned, feeling much more exposed than you were before, and a shameful throb crawling down your back.

With a few buck of his leg and your shirt riding up your mound, you came in a white, pulsing blaze, the cool air brushing your twitching nub. You gushed on his pants, dripping down his thigh and wetting his couch, spamming and toes curling while you keen. He bounced his leg once or twice for good measure before he turned you to face Horangi, back pressed to his chest and eyes threatening to close from exhaustion.

“So good and pretty for us, süßes Mädchen.”

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[sordidmusings]

mihawk strikes me as the type to hide any hickies that he got but admire them in private, shanks would shamelessly show them off in public, while robin is more casual and doesn't get embarrassed if someone points it out and says point blank that she made out with you and it was very nice (sanji is crying).

YOURE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Also that ending is sENDING ME DJFJFJFJFFK if you’re afab then Sanji would definitely be stuck struggling if those were tears of joy for knowing it happened or tears of pain that he’ll never be a part of it. Probably more of the latter. If you’re amab then those are 100% grade A, bonafide Tears of Despair 💀

Mihawk, Shanks, and Robin Hickey Headcanons

Thinking about the Mihawk, you’d have to be Smart about where you put those hickies (thighs thighs thighs-) since he’s always Tits Out and Collar POPPED. I think if he showed up with a fully buttoned shirt or turtleneck it would be more suspicious than him saying the bruises were from training 💀 (I mean maybe it was true - you could’ve been training him to let you fully take charge for once 🤷🏼‍♀️). The thought of him admiring them is what really grabs me in this. I like to think the betrayal that Oda hints at in Mihawk’s background is related to a past love (many good daydreams from this lol) so him healing enough from that to take the time to admire a mark of intimacy?? Feel satisfaction looking at a physical reminder that you belong to each other?? Find comfort in being your partner and enjoying being wanted and owned by you??? Happy brain 🫠🫠🫠

Shanks being the resident manwhore is Gospel dude and I fuckin LOVE him for that 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 here for the energy and the good times lol I imagine that he just showed them first cuz he didn’t care to hide them. Why would it matter?? It’s obvious he’s a man with a large appetite for debauchery both light and heavy and they’re all adults on the ship so there’s no problem. Then he found he enjoyed all the jokes, whether in his favor or at his expense, whenever his crew caught a peep of an exceptionally dark or large one or an excessive art project coloring his neck and chest. But once he got with you he enjoyed it even more. He was proud edging on smug whenever others saw the marks you’ve left on him. He got to have you and they didn’t. Better yet they also got to see just how much you enjoy him. Why would he ever hide that??

R O B I N 😩 I HAVE A NEED OKOK AND OML I WAS CACKLING AT THE “and it was very nice” HDHFHFJD SO HER AND SO FUNNY 💀💀💀 imagine that conversation being how the crew finds out you’re together. They just thought you were Close Friends. And I mean they’re not wrong, there’s just some extra activities. And maybe a new type of devotion to go along with the friend one. Whoopsies 🤷🏼‍♀️. Honestly maybe even extra points if it’s also the convo where you get together because the making out just kind of Happened and you’ve been agonizing over the “what does it mEAN???” and “how do I talk to her about this???” Then she’s just like “yeah we kissed and it was great :)”. Oh so this isn’t a big secret?? She’s not ashamed?? It was great 👀 over the howls of Sanji you manage to ask her to meet with you after breakfast for a convo (and more time enjoying some “very nice” activities)

Complete side note on Robin - since sensation but not wounds seem to transfer from her copies and extra limbs/etc. that would be insanely convenient to go buck wild while also being able to be completely discrete. Of course you don’t get the same advantage 😔 which I’m sure she’d exploit to have fun watching you react to them being pointed out by the loud mouthed captain like every time (“Luffy I tOLD you already - we weren’t leaving you out of sparring!”) or maybe a nosy navigator heheheh

And on an angstier note, having gone so so so long without love, I bet physical reminders of any kind help her feel like it’s real and that’s she’s not just going to wake up and find out it was all a dream. There’s also a promise in visible proofs of love, sometimes even ones as ~scandalous~ as hickies, that you want that love and you’re proud of that love. I think Robin would find a lot of solace in anything that helps her know you’re happy and proud to love her.

Really enjoying these and may do some little vignettes of them! Undecided if I wanna throw some others in there 🤔 maybe if any Grabs Me while I think more about it haha or if anyone is possibly interested 🤷🏼‍♀️

Thank you for sending in your thoughts dear anon❣️I’ve had so much fun with them!!!! Sending love and hugs 🤍🤍🤍

Part of my little celebration!

[tfwbluu]

PAIRING — sunoo + f!reader

WARNINGS — light bdsm, switch!noo, pegging, toys, descriptive with dialogues.

WORDCOUNT — 0.7K

NOTE — IT’S KINDA HARD WRITING NOONOO but i tried my best and i hope i did him some justice </3 also note these are personal opinions. lmk if i should add anything to warnings !

Sunoo might be sweet on the surface, but there's a glint of something much darker beneath that smile—an edge of control he reserves just for you. He wouldn’t go for the heavy stuff, but bondage or toys? Absolutely. He’d love seeing you tied up, your body at his mercy, a vibrator strapped to your soaked pussy. Watching as you squirm, trying to fight against the overwhelming sensations, would drive him wild.

“Oh, too much?” he’d tease, smirking as he cranked the vibrator to its highest setting. Your body would strain against the ropes, shaking uncontrollably, your moans filling the room. “So sensitive… but that’s what makes it fun, no?” His voice was laced with sadistic amusement as he traced a finger along your trembling thigh.

“C’mon, angel, fuck yourself on me,” he’d order, watching as you struggled to even move your hips. Your babbling, incoherent pleas only fueled him further as he leaned back, enjoying the show.

And don’t think Sunoo wouldn’t have a brat tamer side. He’d absolutely lose it if you dared to defy him, his sweetness vanishing in an instant.

“Stop whining and fucking take it,” he’d snap, his hand gripping your hair as he thrust into your mouth. Tears would spill down your cheeks as he groaned at the feeling of your throat tightening around him. “Should’ve known better than to be a brat, hmm? Now I’ve gotta teach your little mouth a lesson.” His words were sharp, cutting through the sound of your gagging and the obscene squelch of him fucking your face.

But let’s not forget about Sunoo’s secret indulgence—pegging. Even then, he’d still demand control, a dominant bottom through and through.

“Fuck into me, yes! Ah!” he’d moan, his ass high in the air as he pushed back against your strap. His face would be flushed, his thighs trembling as his own hand stroked his cock desperately, trying to chase his release. “God… you’re filling me up so good… mmph!” His voice would grow breathier with every thrust, his fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.

He’d look up at you with those big, pleading eyes, completely undone. “Touch me… please, pretty please,” he’d beg, guiding your hand to wrap around his leaking cock, his hips rolling against you. “So good, oh god… you’re so fucking good.” His whimpers would turn into desperate cries as he neared his peak, utterly at your mercy but reveling in every second of it.

You loved taking your time with him, worshipping every inch of his body like he was the most precious thing you’d ever touched. Your lips trailed over his smooth skin, leaving soft kisses along his collarbones, his shoulders, and down his chest. The way his body shivered beneath your touch only encouraged you to go slower, savoring every little reaction.

“Hmm… W-wait—!” he yelped as your lips latched onto his right nipple, your tongue flicking over the sensitive bud while your hand lazily stroked his cock. His hips bucked slightly, his cheeks glowing red as he tried to stay still. “Need to show you how pretty you are, Sun…” you whispered, your voice soft but firm. You kissed your way down his stomach, taking your time to admire the way his muscles tensed under your lips, his breathing growing uneven. Finally, you settled on your knees between his legs, looking up at him with a small smirk before taking his leaking tip into your mouth. His head fell back against the pillow, a whimper escaping him as his hands clenched the sheets.

To me, he seems like the type who thrives on control. He loves having you on top of him, completely at his mercy, your hands tied behind your back so all you can do is take what he gives. The way your body trembles, how your cries grow louder with each movement he commands—it fuels him.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, angel?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with amusement as he guided your hips up and down on his cock. Your whimpers grew more desperate, your face buried in his shoulder as you sobbed out incoherent words, a broken mix of his name and pleas about how sensitive you were.

“Awe, are you crying?” he cooed mockingly, feeling the warmth of your tears soaking into his skin. “But it must be because it feels good, hmm? Want more?” His grip tightened on your hips, controlling your movements even as your legs began to shake, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

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[yeomongi]

𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 — ᡣ𐭩

genre: smut MDNI!!! 18+ content below cut

pairing: wooyoung x you

word count: ~1k

warnings: secret sex??, unprotected sex(don’t), cumming inside, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), slight overstimulation, i think that’s it! no proofread

synopsis: you and your brother's best friend wooyoung give in to long-repressed desires when left alone together. a passionate encounter ensues, leaving you both looking thoroughly fucked out when your brother returns home, his knowing gaze hinting that maybe he's onto you two.

note: this was based off a request except i accidentally wrote it as y/n’s brothers best friend instead of y/n being wooyoung’s best friend’s sister…. IM SO SORRY 😭😭 i actually enjoyed writing this and im pretty happy with how it turned out! hope yall like it too :) reblogs and interactions appreciated :3

you'd always thought of wooyoung as off limits. after all, he was your brother's best friend. you'd grown up with him practically living in your house, and despite the constant underlying tension between you two, you'd never let yourself imagine crossing that line. until one fateful night when your brother went out and left you two alone.

you were lounging on the couch, flipping through channels, when wooyoung emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of soju in hand. he plopped down beside you, a little too close for comfort, and you felt your heart skip a beat as his thigh pressed against yours.

"hey," he said, his voice low and smooth. "your brother's gonna be gone for a while."

you nodded, trying to play it cool, but your eyes were drawn to the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he poured himself a drink. suddenly, the air in the room seemed thick and heavy, and you couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at you.

without thinking, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a spark of electricity. it was like all the pent-up tension between you finally burst free, and before you knew it, you were tangled together, hands roaming and breaths coming fast.

wooyoung broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "we shouldn't," he murmured, even as his fingers slipped under your shirt.

"we won't tell," you breathed back, already pushing him down onto the couch beneath you.

he didn't need any more encouragement. in seconds, he'd shed his shirt, revealing the sculpted chest you'd always admired from afar. you trailed kisses down his neck, feeling his body respond to your touch as your hands explored every inch of his skin.

when you reached for the button on his jeans, he caught your wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "are you sure?" he asked, searching your face.

you nodded, beyond the point of no return. with a growl, he yanked his pants off, freeing himself. you gasped at the sight, your heart racing with anticipation.

he flipped you onto your back, his weight settling between your legs as he gazed down at you. "i've wanted this for so long," he whispered, his voice husky with need.

then he was inside you, filling you up, and all thoughts of "shouldn't” vanished from your mind. the feeling was overwhelming, electrifying. you arched your back, hands gripping the cushions beneath you as you moved against him in perfect sync.

wooyoung began to set a rhythm, deep and intense, sending shivers through your entire being. one hand found your hip, holding you firmly, while the other reached up to tweak and tease your sensitive bud. his thumb circling the slick heat made your head spin.

your nails raked down his back, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable crescendo. "w-wooyoung..." you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

he silenced you with another searing kiss, his breath hot against your ear as he pushed you both closer, closer... until finally, you shattered, waves of pure ecstasy crashing over you.

the sound of your cry only seemed to drive wooyoung further, his own release imminent. his face contorted as he chased his own peak, his hips bucking harder against you.

"together..." he groaned, and you felt his fingers join yours, the two of you entwined in this clandestine moment.

with one final thrust, he spilled inside you, the featurable warmth flooding deep. he collapsed atop you, both of you panting hard, bodies slick with sheen of sweat.

for a moment, you lay there, hearts pounding in rhythm, the intimacy of what just transpired hanging heavy yet sweet in the air.

wooyoung gazed down at the evidence of your union glistening on his fingers. his eyes locked onto yours, a wicked grin playing on his lips. slowly, deliberately, he pushed two fingers back inside you, causing you to gasp again.

the feeling of him working them inside you, gathering up his release, sent another thrill through you. he leaned in close, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive core as he began to lick and lap up every last drop of what he'd put there.

it was an exquisite torture, his tongue tracing the lines of you, pushing deeper with his fingers to coax out every last shudder. the sensations building anew, even more intense than before.

"i'll make sure you feel good...all night long," he murmured against you, his words a promise. he continued his attentions, finding that perfect rhythm with his mouth and fingers that had you see-sawing between pleasure and overload.

as the hazy warmth enveloped you, you found yourself losing yourself completely in the intense pleasure he was relentlessly giving you. his hands roamed your thighs, spreading them wider to grant him better access. your fingers twined in his silky locks, urging him onward.

the tip of his tongue circled your swollen bud with unhurried precision, sending electric jolts straight to your core. you felt another climax building rapidly, the coil within you tightening with agonizing sweetness.

—

after what felt like an eternity lost in ecstasy, wooyoung finally eased back, leaving you a boneless, trembling mess on the couch. he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on him before standing up to grab some tissues to clean yourselves up.

as you both hastily rearranged your clothes, the sound of the front door opening made your hearts skip a beat in unison. your brother's voice echoed through the entryway, calling out a tired hello.

wooyoung shot you a quick, lopsided grin, looking adorably rumpled. he ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame the tousled locks. but it was no use - the signs of your tryst were etched plainly on both your faces.

your cheeks flushed an incriminating pink, you turned to face your brother as he ambled into the living room. wooyoung slung an arm casually around your shoulders, affecting a relaxed air that fooled no one. "hey man, what's up?" he said easily.

your brother blinked at the two of you, his gaze lingering on your flushed complexions, the disheveled state of your clothes. For a moment, there was a beat of silence. Then his eyebrows shot up knowingly. "Uh...did I interrupt something?"

[leeknot]

Marked for Life

MDNI

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A/N : Today, as we celebrate his birthday, I wanted to do something special. So, I wrote this one-shot as a small tribute to the person who inspires me every day. Happy birthday, Niki! Thank you for being you.

Pairing : ni ki × reader

Warnings : orgasm denial , breeding kink(i think?) and possesive ni ki

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It's December 9th, and you're nervous but excited. Tonight is your night with Ni-ki. The atmosphere is perfect - candlelit room, soft music playing, and a bottle of wine chilling in the corner. You've dressed in something special just for him.

There's a knock at the door. You take a deep breath and open it, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of Ni-ki standing there. He's dressed in a casual but stylish outfit, his hair slightly messed up in that way that drives you wild.

"Happy birthday, Ni-ki!" you say with a smile, stepping aside to let him in. He grins at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement and something a little more intense. "Thank you," he replies, his gaze roaming over your body appreciatively. "You look beautiful."

He steps closer, his arms snaking around your waist. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "You always wear the nicest things for me," he murmurs, his hands slowly roaming down to your thighs. "But I think tonight..."

"Tonight I want to see you in nothing at all." His voice is husky, already showing signs of desire. He trails kisses up your neck, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure across your skin. "No more teasing," he whispers against your ear. "I want you completely."

His hands move to the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down, letting it fall to the floor. "Every inch of you," he says, his voice thick with desire as his eyes roam over your bare skin. "Every curve... every secret place..."

"You've been driving me crazy all night," he continues, his hands tracing lines down your sides. "The way you looked at me across the table, the way you laughed... I've been aching for you." His fingers find the clasp of your bra, deftly unhooking it.

He lets the bra fall to the floor, his hands cupping your breasts as he kneads them gently. "So perfect," he murmurs, leaning in to capture a nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, his other hand reaching down to rub your clit through your panties. "So fucking perfect,"

"And these," he says, his hands hooking into the waistband of your panties. "Are coming off. Now." He pulls them down sharply, kicking them aside. He spreads your legs and admires your bare, vulnerable form.

"Spread your legs wider," he orders, his voice low and commanding. He steps between them, his hands gripping your thighs possessively. "I need to look at you." he growls, his eyes roaming over your intimate area hungrily.

"You're soaking wet already," he observes with satisfaction, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I love how ready you are for me." His fingers trail up your inner thigh, teasingly close but always just missing where you want him most. "Have you been waiting long?"

His fingers finally graze your wet folds, making you shiver. "Mmm..." he moans softly, slowly sliding one finger inside. "So tight. So wet." He adds another finger, pumping them in and out while his thumb circles your clit.

"Oh fuck," you whimper, your hips bucking against his hand as he finger fucks you relentlessly. "Right there... don't stop..." He obliges, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside you while his thumb presses hard against your clit.

"I'm gonna make you come so hard," he promises, his voice gravelly with desire. He increases the pace, his fingers sliding in and out of you rapidly as his thumb flicks your clit. "Then I'm gonna replace my fingers with my dick and fuck you until you scream."

You're panting, on the verge of release, when he suddenly pulls his fingers out. "Not yet." he commands, his fingers glistening with your juices. He brings them to his lips, sucking them clean. "Turn over," he orders, his eyes dark with lust.

You obey, turning onto your hands and knees. He stands behind you, running his hands over your ass. "So perfect," he murmurs, spanking you hard. "Now stay still." He positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your soaked pussy.

"Are you ready for me?" he teases, sliding just the tip inside before pulling back. "Tell me how much you want it. Beg for my dick." His hands grip your hips tightly, nails digging slightly into your skin. "Tell me..." "Please..." you whimper.

"Mmm, that's right. Beg like the good girl you are." Slowly, oh so slowly, he pushes himself deeper inside, inch by inch. "Fuck, you're tight..." His fingers dig into your hips as he finally bottoms out, fully sheathed in your warmth.

"Look at us," he growls, pulling back slightly before slamming back in, filling you to the brim. "Look how perfectly we fit together." He does it again, pulling back and thrusting in deep, hitting your cervix. "Like a glove..."

"Jesus Christ..." he says through gritted teeth, his rhythm becoming more urgent. "Your pussy is fucking heaven... takes everything in me not to just... come right now." His hand wraps around your waist, finding your clit again while continuing to pound into you.

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, his balls slapping against your ass with each rough thrust. He's so deep, you can't think straight, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of being filled to capacity. "Fuck... fuck... fuck!"

With a loud grunt, he buries himself to the hilt one last time and holds still, his cock pulsating as he unloads a massive load inside you. You can feel his hot cum filling your pussy, the pressure of it making you gush even more.

As he slowly pulls out, his cum starts to leak out of your pussy, dripping down your thighs. He turns you around, pushing you back onto the bed and spreading your legs wide. "Look at that mess," he says, kneeling between your thighs. "You're so fucking full of my cum."

He buries his face between your legs, lapping up the mixture of your combined releases. "Delicious..." He murmurs, his fingers spreading your lips wider so he can get a better view. "I think I oughta keep you pregnant like this all the time."

He continues to clean you up, his fingers gently massaging your swollen belly. "Can you imagine? Always round with my baby, leaking milk..." He looks up at you with lust-glazed eyes, his fingers splaying out possessively on your stomach. "My little breeding pet..."

"Fuck, I love the idea of it," he continues, standing up and pulling you into his arms. "Always full of my seed, always pregnant, always leaking my babies out..." He kisses you deeply, his hands roaming your body possessively. "I'm gonna make you my little breeding queen."

"Mm, and I'll keep you locked up in this room, only letting you out to eat and go to the bathroom. The rest of the time, I'll keep you in bed, fucking you senseless and filling you with my cum until your belly is huge and round."

He whispers in your ear "You'll be my personal little breeding doll. No one else's cock will ever touch this perfect pussy again. Just mine. Filling you, claiming you, making you mine completely..." traces your collarbone with wet kisses

As he finishes his whispered promise, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his heart pounding against your chest. You can feel his warm breath on your skin, his lips pressing soft kisses along your jawline. The room is quiet, except for the sound of his steady heartbeat and your own ragged breathing.

He holds you like that for a long moment, just basking in the post-coital glow and the knowledge that you belong to him completely. His hands gently caress your body, tracing the curves he's come to know so well.

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[madlori]

"Tommy's good people. He's good for you."

One of the things that tipped me over into thinking that the writers possibly intended Tommy to be a long-term or even permanent relationship for Buck was the scene he shares with Bobby in "Ashes, Ashes."

Bobby is making secret farewells to the 118 as he contemplates quitting his job (and, it might be inferred, quitting his life). He gives Eddie a prayer book. He gives Ravi job encouragement. He gives Hen a pep talk about her family-building, he shares a moment with Ravi, one with Chim, he hands over the cooking reins to Buck. "My work here is done," he says.

And then, to cap off the montage, he shares a one on one moment with Buck, his honorary son, in which he tells Buck that he likes Tommy (who, let's not forget, he knew before he knew Buck), and that he thinks their relationship is good. That's like the Good Housekeeping seal of approval for the relationship. It's Buck hearing from his closest father figure, the man he looks up to, admires, and loves, that he approves of Buck's choice of partner.

Bobby is not just blessing this pairing for Buck - he's doing it for the audience as well. Bobby is the Voice of Benevolent Authority of this show, and to hear him say that Buck and Tommy are good together? It made me think they were really going all the way with this, or at least that's the intention now, and when that scene was written.

This interpretation is, of course, belitted and dismissed by fans who hate the pairing. The grossest response to it I've seen boils down to "well, we shouldn't believe the words of a man who's actively suicidal."

Um...what?

Okay, setting aside the question of whether or not Bobby is actively suicidal (you can argue the point, although he verbally denies being so), let's say he is, just for the sake of argument.

Your position then is that suicidal people, in what they're treating as "final words of wisdom and love" for the people in their lives, are going to then lie to those people? Suicidal people often do lie to their loved ones, but what they lie about is their own mental health. They don't lie when they're saying last goodbyes, or giving final gifts.

But nothing's for certain, so let's say that he is lying to Buck. Did Bobby lie to the other people he had "last conversations" with? Did he lie to Hen about her adoption hopes? Was he lying to Eddie when he gave him the prayer book? Or to Buck about his cooking? Or, for that matter, was he lying to Buck earlier in that same conversation about how far he's come? Clearly not. So now your position becomes that "Bobby didn't lie to anyone else, or to Buck, but then decided to lie to him about this one specific thing that's pretty important, for no reason."

Yeah, I don't think so.

But let's take it a step further. Let's say that you believe, for reasons that defy all logic, that Bobby chose to lie to Buck about approving of his relationship, which would have been an extremely easy lie to avoid (if he actually didn't approve he could have just not brought it up, which he intentionally did).

Great. You believe that. You have that right.

Is that what the writers intended for that scene? Because if you're in the "predicting what's going to happen with BuckTommy" game, then that's what matters. Not what you think, or like, or believe - but what do the writers intend?

So let's examine the scenarios.

In scenario A, the writers say to each other, "Okay, let's have Bobby tell Buck he approves of him and Tommy. But he doesn't really mean that. He's lying about it, even though he's been very sincere in this entire sequence of scenes, because he's suicidal and that somehow makes him a liar just for this one thing, and to want to make Buck feel good about his relationship even though Bobby hates it and hates Tommy. Oh, and the audience will absolutely be able to tell that this is our intention and they won't believe Bobby at all and will definitely know that this relationship is doomed."

In Scenario B, the writers say to each other, "Let's have Bobby tell Buck how far he's come, they can share a moment about their time together, and then Bobby will tell Buck that he likes Tommy and their relationship. The audience will hear this and know that Bobby approves of them, and feel good about the relationship too."

If Scenario A sounds a little convoluted and bananas to you, well...you and me both.

We're not meant to read anything into Bobby's words other than their literal meaning. He's sharing a moment with a man he cares about, telling him things that he wants him to hear. One of those things is that he's happy about Buck's current relationship, and likes the man he's seeing.

Or, you know, bucktommy bones.

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[mrsshabana]

I NEED to give Dilftaro the sloppiest head in the backseat of the family van in front of our family house 😭

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝

ꔫ‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, oral sex, blowjob ꔫ‧₊ Note Ask and you shall receive (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) What a good way to celebrate my return from vacation ♡

After a romantic date with your husband, you pull up into the driveway of your home. Gyutaro puts the van into park and sighs.

"I wish we could do this more often."

"I know, me too," you lean forward and kiss his cheek.

It's not often that the two of you get to have dates like this. Ume came over to babysit the kids so you and your husband could have a much needed date night together.

"I mean, we don't have to end the date just yet," you say as you put your hand on his thigh.

His cheeks immediately turn pink, "Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean...," you trail off and begin unbuttoning his pants, "we should take advantage of this opportunity."

"B-babe!" he gasps as you pull his semi-hard cock out of his pants, "But we-we're in front of the house!"

"It's fine, it's dark out anyways. No one will see," you smile and begin stroking his length, "Besides it's been so long since I've been able to do this for you."

Leaning over, you tilt his seat back so he can be in a more comfortable position, and then you prepare to pleasure your husband.

He moans softly and all of his worries begin to melt away as you wrap your lips around him. Slightly bucking his hips, involuntarily following the warmth of your mouth.

"Ahh fuck..." he groans and tilts his head back.

Gyutaro works really hard to support you and take care of his family, so you love when you get moments like this to worship his body and make him feel good. He's the perfect husband and father, so he deserves it.

"Feel good, Gyu?" you coo as you stop for a moment to take a breath. But before he can respond you're lowering your lips onto him again.

"Y-yeah," he pants, bringing his hand up to gently hold your hair.

He could roughly grab your hair and pull you up and down his cock, but no he's much more gentle than that. Carefully caressing your hair and softly bucking his hips. Being so gentle and caring, just as he always has been throughout your relationship.

Giving him a sloppy blowjob in the family van seems like a fitting reward. So that's exactly what you do.

His toes curl in ecstasy when you manage to fit all of him down your throat. Over the years you've somehow managed to fit all of him without triggering your gag reflex.

Bobbing your head up and down, going faster and faster as his moans increase in volume.

You know he's getting close when his thighs begin to tremble and his member twitches.

"Y-Y/N ah I-I... Ngh!" he moans incoherently as you milk him with your pillowy soft lips.

He's so fucking close, and you know just what to do to bring him over the edge. You flick your tongue over his frenulum, that soft spot right below his cock head. It's very sensitive, and it's your secret weapon to giving your husband the most amazing orgasms.

The muscles in his shaft contract, twitching violently as he spews hot sticky semen into your mouth - splattering across your tongue and throat.

A loud groan of satisfaction leaves his lips, like all of his stress and worries have been released and he feels nothing but pure bliss.

He looks down at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes. Usually, men his age who are married with two small children don't get to have moments like this. All they get is missionary sex once or twice a month.

But no, not Gyutaro. His wife loves him to the moon and back and isn't afraid to show him just how much she loves him. Not to mention that after all these years the passion you feel for each other is only getting stronger each day.

"Y/N..." he mutters between content sighs, "I love you..."

"I love you too Gyu," you say after you swallow his load. "Maybe from now on we can make this a tradition after every date~"

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Sunset. Fluffy! 😊

Thanks for the prompt! 🩶

**********

Fifteen.

That’s how many times Buck had opened up his phone, clicked “new message” and hovered over Tommys name as the recipient before locking his phone again and dropping it onto the table.

Logically he knew he was being ridiculous. Tommy had offered to take him up in his chopper. Right before he left the hangar with Eddie.

Which was the problem at hand. Eddie.

Not Eddie specifically—he loved Eddie; nobody else in the world he trusted more in his life; with his life, than Eddie.

But it was no secret that Edmundo was the cool one in their friendship—he was the military vet, the one into sports and mechanics and all things typically masculine. Buck was the over excited dork that was often too much for people.

Of course Tommy would want to hang out with Eddie.

For god sake, Buckley! Get it together and text the man!

Once again he picked up his phone, opened a new message, but this time actually clicked on Tommy’s name.

“Hey, Tommy. I was wondering if that offer to go up still stands? It’s totally fine if it isn’t. Let me know :)”

He clicked send, put his phone face down on the table and walked to the kitchen to finish drying the dishes from lunch. He was nervous. Why was he nervous?

His phone pinged and he almost tripped over his own feet to get to it.

“Hi Evan. Of course the offer still stands. If you’re free later actually my shift finishes at 6pm and I can take you straight up? T.”

Something excitable swooped in Bucks belly.

“I am free. I’ll meet you there at 6 :)”

Buck parked his Jeep at the side of the main hangar and walked inside. He was buzzing with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

“Evan.” Tommy called out as he walked towards Buck. He was wearing jeans with a light blue plaid skirt over a bright white Henley and he looked.. handsome. Buck couldn’t help but reciprocate Tommy’s big smile.

“Hey. Are-are you sure you don’t mind doing this? It’s gotta be annoying going back up when you’ve just come of a shift doing the same thing.”

Tommy gestured for Buck to follow him to the awaiting helicopter a few yards away “I don’t mind at all. Any excuse to get back in the air and I’m happy. Besides, you’ll be much better company than I usually have.” He lightly shoulder barged Buck.

Bucks face warmed up at that. Was he blushing?

“Ye-yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re much better looking than those idiots-“ he pointed behind him the hangar “and you’re not bleeding all over the place or trying not to die in the back so that’s always a bonus. Although, with the stories I hear about you guys at the 118 I can’t rule that out entirely.” He teased.

“I’ve died twice before actually.”

“I have questions.” Tommy said raising an eyebrow at him. “But let’s get up there first.”

In no time at all they were up and away, flying across the L.A skyline. Buck was giddy—he couldn’t remove the grin in his face if he tried. It wasn’t his first time in a helicopter—he’d been in one countless times. But they were always rescues; work. He would be focused on the job and taking care of a patient. He’d never had the chance to sit up front and just happily admire the view casually.

“You smile any wider your face might crack.” Tommy joked.

“Sorry.” Buck said feeling embarrassment. Tommy probably thought he was like a damn child.

“You don’t have to apologise, Evan. I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” He smiled softly. There was a vague hint of his laughter lines in his smile and for a moment Buck felt the urge to trace one with his finger. He tightened his hands in his lap to stop himself.

“So, are-are we going anywhere specific or just flying around?”

“Actually I wanted to show you something.”

“Yeah? What.”

“Just one second..” Tommy replied manoeuvring the controls. The chopper tilted slightly as it turned around to face the ocean.

“This.”

Bucks mouth and eyes opened wide at the incredible sight in front of him. Pinks and purples and oranges decorated the distant skyline as the sun descended. The colours melding together beautifully as though painted in water colour.

“Wow!”

“Not a bad view, huh?” Tommy said.

“Tommy it’s beautiful!”

“We can sit her down just over there for a bit if you want?” Tommy pointed to an open empty cliff half a mile away in the distance.

“Uh, ye-yeah, sure.”

Buck watched Tommy in awe as he effortlessly controlled the helicopter and brought it into landing. He focused mostly on his hands and how they glided from button to knob to stick without hesitation; the muscle memory knowing exactly what to do. Buck always had a thing for competence.

Not that he had a thing for Tommy..

Once the chopper was powered down and the rotas had stopped spinning they got out and Tommy slid open the side door that was facing the ocean. He lifted himself up and sat inside; his legs dangling from the edge. Buck joined him.

“It’s my favourite place to fly to sometimes when I’ve had a bad shift. Just being up here away from all the chaos down there calms me.”

“I can see why.” He replied.

Silence fell over them for a while. Usually Buck would find it awkward and feel a visceral need to fill the quiet. But not here. Not here with Tommy. It felt.. nice.

“So I have to ask.” Tommy broke the silence after a while. “You died twice?”

Buck laughed and dipped his head bashfully.

“Uh, yeah. 2 years ago I got struck by lightning and-“

“Seriously?! Actual lightning?! From the sky?!” Tommy exclaimed.

Buck laughed. “Yep. On a call. I was up the ladder and I noticed this blueish light in the clouds and before I’d finished wondering what it was I saw this blinding flash and felt pain through my whole body. Then I woke up in the hospital a few days later. 3 minutes and 17 seconds I was technically dead for.”

“Wow.” Tommy shook his had in disbelief. ”Do you have any lingering effects from it?”

“Not anymore. I did have a cool super power for a while, though.” Tommy raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “It’s a thing! You can look it up. Did you know that some people can control electricity with their own hands!” He said gesturing with his own hands. “That would have been a cool power to have. But I just got really good a math for a while.” He said with an element of disappointment in his tone.

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh fondly at him. “You are something else, kid.” Buck smiled at him. “You said you died twice?”

“Oh, yeah that would be the emergency tracheotomy I had to have on a first date.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. Choked on a piece of bread. Not as exciting as a lightning strike, obviously.”

“Sounds like someone needs to wrap you up in bubble wrap.” Tommy teased.

“Honestly I think that myself sometimes. What about you? Any death defying moments?”

“So far not yet. But I do hope you’re not a jinx, Evan, because I would like to get to know you more but I’m starting to get concerned spending time with you might put me in danger.” He teased.

Buck felt his stomach fill with butterflies. Confusing and unexpected butterflies.

“I’d, uh.. I’d like that, too.” He said back.

“Putting me in danger?” Tommy joked.

“No-“ Buck laughed, nudging him with his shoulder. “To get to know you.”

“Yeah?” Tommy looked at him smiling.

“Yeah.” Buck said.

As his eyes stayed on Tommys he felt something new open in his chest. For a fleeting moment an image flashed in his mind and more of those butterflies flapped their wings in his stomach.

Then, without breaking eye contact, Tommy’s hand slowly rose; palm landing softly on the side of Buck’s face. He sucked in a breath at the contact and before his brain could catch up to what was happening, Tommy was slowly leaning toward him and their lips were connected.

It was exceedingly gentle and soft; featherlight. Sparks of something were exploding through Bucks body, pin-balling around his bones. As Tommy pulled back Buck opened his eyes and for a moment he thought his heart was going to give out.

He just stared heavy lidded at Tommy, mesmerised but what had just happened. He’d kissed him.

Tommy had kissed him.

Kissed. Him.

And he liked it.

There was going to be a plethora of thoughts and feelings and realisations in Bucks immediate future, but right there in that moment all Buck could think about was Tommy’s lips.

Without second guessing himself he leaned forward kissing Tommy back. His kiss was firmer than Tommy’s, though not intentionally. He just needed to feel Tommy’s lips again.

Tommy made a noise at the sudden reciprocation but quickly pushed into the kiss. Almost immediately Buck opened his mouth, his tongue desperate to taste Tommy’s. Tommy snaked his free hand around Bucks waist pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss.

Buck couldn’t help the whispered moan that came from his throat as his hands found their way to Tommy’s neck holding him in place.

He’d never thought about how stubble would feel before. But now that it was scratching his chin, leaving a feint burning sensation along his skin, he kind of liked it.

Eventually Tommy broke the kiss, much to Bucks disappointment. He rested their foreheads there as they both got their breath back.

“Evan..” he said with his eyes closed.

“I’m-I’m sorry.” Buck said automatically, pulling away from Tommy. Tommys eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“What have you got to be sorry for?”

“I.. I don’t know. Uh, usually when someone says my name like that it’s because I’ve done something wrong.” He admitted looking down.

Tommy reached out, fingers gently turning Bucks face back up towards him by his chin. He slid his hand along Bucks jaw, resting a thumb on the hinge, before kissing him gently.

“I was actually going to ask you if you had plans for dinner.”

Buck wasn’t expecting that. Wasn’t expecting any of what had just happened, actually.

“Uh, n-no plans. Free.. free as a bird.” He smiled awkwardly.

“Good. Because I know of a really good pizza place I think you’ll like.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

[thegirlwholovesficcharacters]

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 Evan "Buck" Buckley x shy!Femreader!

Summary: In where y/n write Love Letters and send to her crush in a anonymously way, and thanks to eddie magic, she ends up revealing her identity as Buck's secret admirer.

Words: 2.201 Warnings: Mentions of insecurities, misunderstandings, attempts to make funny dialogues, a lot of fluff, buck being a cutie and eddie being a annoying best friend. Cursive are for her thoughts.

Autor's Note: Hello!. English is not my first language, and I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, you may find translation errors since I have little knowledge of English and mostly use Google Translate.

PD: There will be a second part because it was too long, and I want to keep it as one shots. Also, I think i got a little sidetracked with the love letter theme, but I liked how it turned out. What do you think?.

Y/n wasn't sure how this crush started. But she was sure of one thing, and she like Evan Buckley, a lot.

His smile, his hair, the ways he trated the kids when they come for a excursion his ambition for the ciencie and the silly moments he made when the team is working. There was so many things she likes about him, but she was so shy and scary of talk to him, even if he was the one who talk to her on the recess, she always find a way to run and hide, not because she doens't wanted to talk to him.

She was trying not to say anything emabarrassing in front of him or the team.

So, to convey all his feelings and thoughts, she had started writing love letters secretly. A rather romantic and old-fashioned way for her taste, but it helped her clear her mind. She felt like Lara Jean of all the boys I fell in love with, but instead, she didn't have five cards for different boys.

No, she had written too many letters only for one boy.

Letters that she sent him anonymously, she did not dare to tell him what she felt in person, she was not sure if he felt the same as her, but she was sure of one thing, and that was that, every time Buck opened his admirer's letters a big smile invaded his face. And y/n couldn't help but feel how her heart warmed up and began to beat uncontrollably every time she saw his smile.

That damn beautiful smile.

"You know, you can take a photo of it so it lasts longer" Eddie appeared in front of her wearing a mocking smile, almost amused at seeing his partner and friend's cheeks turn red as she was caught admiring the Buckley boy.

"Shut up Diaz" She muttered embarrassed as she was caught by her friend.

Eddie chuckled, setting a cup of hot coffee on the table right in front of her, the girl murmuring a soft thank you before blowing on the liquid and drinking some of the coffee.

"So…" He spoke looking at her, she raised an eyebrow.

"So what?" She asked.

He rolled his eyes.

"When are you going to tell him? You know…" He commented, surreptitiously pointing at Buck, who was leaning against the kitchen counter reading the letter with a stupid smile on his face.

Y/n stopped herself from smiling at Buck's cute image, she looked back into her friend's eyes and quickly denied knowing what he was referring to.

"I'm not ready yet." She wrinkled her nose, leaving the cup on the table. "Besides, I don't think I'm his type. Girls like me almost never date guys like him." She spoke, pointing between her partner and herself.

Hearing her, Eddie couldn't help but grimace and shake his head. He sat next to her and looked at her with a small sparkle in his eyes.

"Darling, we've already talked about that. You know you're beautiful just the way you are, right? Everyone knows that." The girl couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn.

"It's easy for you to say it, because you are my teammates and friends. But it's different when it comes to the person I like" She murmured towards him, Eddie sighed knowing very well what she meant.

He had known Y/N since he arrived at the station, she was one of the many people who introduced herself and offered him friendship, she helped him adapt to his new life in the city, and when he felt safe he introduced her to Christopher and Gosh, that kid adored the adorable woman in front of him. Eddie knew that his friend had insecurities about her body since she was young, she confessed it to him one night after going out to a bar with the team and Eddie had to take care of her, he let her stay at his house and hugged her when she started to cry.

If there was something that firefighter Díaz hated, it was seeing his best friend cry because of the bad comments about her body, about her thick thighs, her wide back, the stretch marks and especially her stomach, y/n wasn't skinny or tall, she had a medium build and a height of 1'60.

Eddie always made sure to make her feel comfortable when they had to train or helped her practice boxing.

He offered her a shoulder to cry on and his ears to listen to her, but he knew that no matter how hard he tried to help her overcome her insecurities, he had to give her space, he was one of the first to know her story. He was the first one she went to when she needed help with her car, he was the first to see her cry, the first to support her in her little secret about the anonymous letters and the first to know about her crush on Evan Buckley.

And Eddie Díaz promised himself to protect her from everything bad, even if it was the Golden Retriever he had as a best friend, Buck.

Eddie let out a small sigh before speaking.

"Hey, I was thinking..."And just as he was going to speak, the station's sirens started wailing.

Both friends looked at each other and got up at the same time, leaving their cups on the table to go with the rest of their companions and get on the pumper.

The moment 118 arrived at the emergency scene, the group of firefighters began to do their work, and y/n was next to Eddie looking for anyone who was trapped inside the house destroyed by a fire.

Although right now she would prefer the company of hen or chimney, so as not to have to listen to her friend's chatter about her crush on evan buckley.

"I'm just saying, you could, I don't know. Ask him out? Like coworkers?" Y/n rolled her eyes when she heard him.

"Stop it, Eddie. I'm not going to tell him yet. And I don't think he'll accept it."She responded in an irritated tone, both friends continued walking and checking every corner". Also, what could I say to-"Without looking down, Y/N quickly stumbled, falling sideways to the ground.

"Shit"

Eddie, like a good friend he is, laughed first and then a few seconds later helped her up, earning an annoyed grunt from her when she heard him laugh.

"Be careful darling." Y/n thanked him with a gesture and stood up, shaking her uniform.

Rememberyng what she was about to say, a big smile invaded in eddie face.

Oh no, not that horrible smile, she say mentally knowing tht smile was dangerous.

"Go on, tell him what? What would you ask?" A mocking smile appeared on Eddie's lips and she rolled her eyes. "Tell meeee, oh, practice with me!" He begged in a low voice without removing his mocking tone.

She looked at him, confused by his request, until she saw the playful glint in his eyes and finally understood what he meant.

For heaven's sake, someone kill me, she thought internally. Knowing that he would not stop bothering her, she decided to do it.

"Okay, okay. Here I go." She swallowed, she looked at her friend and feeling brave, she placed one of her hands on his shoulder.

Observing that gesture, Eddie raised an eyebrow and prevented himself from letting out a laugh.

"Hey, handsome I've been in love with you for along time, and I wanted to ask you, do you want to go on a date with me?" She asked in a seductive tone while batting her eyelashes, and earning a laugh from the firefighter which he muffled when he felt her hand hit his chest.

Avoiding a laugh, Eddie composed himself and looked at her with a seductive little smile.

"Yes, I would love to go out with you, my beautiful and hot firefighter" He answered in the same tone as her, avoiding breaking down with laughter, she rolled her eyes but still smiled."Would you like to move to second base tonight, doll?”He mocks by throwing kisses into the air.

"Oh my god, shut up!, you asshole!" She exclaimed hiting eddie's chest. Eddie just looked at her and laugh, not feeling offended by her insult.

Ignoring eddie's laugh, she give a one last look around, she sighed when she saw that there was nothing left to rescue.

"There's nothing here ed" she muttered to her partner, she looked in her pocket for her walkie tokie, when she found it she press the button "Captain Nash. Here firefighter Y/L/N, there's nothing left, no one else, or anything to rescue. Just charred wood" Spoke to her captain.

"Okay, Firefighter Y/L/N. You can get back in the truck, the patients are already on their way to the hospital" Their captain announced from the other side, both firefighters nodded to themselves.

"Copy that, cap." With that, she cut off the transmission and followed Eddie out of that destroyed house.

As soon as they reached the group and began to return to the station, Eddie spent the entire trip giving his friend mocking glances every time he saw her look and pay attention to what Buck was saying, clearly, y/n ignored his friend and she gave hall full attention to his partner, who was talking animatedly about a fact about reptiles he found on a website.

Eddie, who was next to Chim, pushed his shoulder next to his, drawing his attention. Having Chimney's attention, Eddie surreptitiously pointed to Buck and Y/N.

They both looked at each other and smiled knowingly, Eddie might know about her secret of the anonymous letters, but for the team, it wasn't a secret that Y/N liked Buck. That is to say, how obvious could she be and how blind could he be to not notice.

"Hey buck" Eddie called, when he heard his friend he stopped talking and looked at him confused "I heard that your anonymous admirer sent you a letter, any clue as to who it could be?" He asked feigning interest, at the mention of the letter, Buck smiled goofily.

Seeing his goofy smile, y/n smiled the same way at seeing him smile, completely ignoring the amused looks her coworkers were giving her.

"Well, I haven't started my search yet. But I think I have one" he commented to his friend. Eddie looked at him curiously and nodded.

"Really? What did you find?" Chimney asked this time.

Having the eyes of his companions on him, Buck felt his cheeks heat up and let out a small laugh.

"Well, the letters have beautiful handwriting and every time I open them a scent of lily perfume comes out. So, I guess the clue is that this person uses lily perfume" He explained, remembering exactly the smell of the perfume.

Y/n watched Eddie smile at her teasingly.

"Oh, wow. That's a great clue, buck," Eddie commented, Buck smiled and nodded energetically. "I guess you need help looking for more clues, right?" He smiled innocently at his friend.

Buck seemed to think about it. "Well, I-"

"Great. Because I have the best at solving mysteries" He spoke, the group looked at him raising an eyebrow and y/n wanted to hang from the ceiling of her apartment with toilet paper.

Buck smiled excitedly. "Really? Who?" He asked curiously without removing his excitement.

Eddie tilted his head and flashed a huge smile at his friend.

Oh no. Why me? Why me? She lamented to herself as she noticed his plan.

“Y/n, dear?” He called, ignoring the knowing smiles of hen, chimney, and bobby, y/n looked innocently at her friend and smiled fakely.

"Yes, Eddie?" She asked, getting the girl's attention he smiled.

"You're one of the best at mystery board games, maybe you could help Buck with his little anonymous mystery?" He asked in a neutral tone, pretending not to know what he was getting into.

"I...uh, well I think..." she stammered, scratching the back of her neck nervously as she felt their gazes.

She moved her head in the Buckley boy's direction. Big mistake. y/n couldn't help but feel the little tug her heart gave as she saw his blue eyes shine with a little hope.

Damn, why does he give me that look?

Feeling too much pressure from her friend's teasing gaze and her crush's hopeful eyes, y/n let out a quiet sigh and nodded.

"Yes, of course. Why not?" I accepted with a nervous smile, Buck smiled excitedly.

"Cool! Thank you so much, y/n!" The blonde thanked his partner without removing his huge smile.

Y/n could feel how that smile made her melt inside.

Across the seat, Eddie smiled proudly to himself, completely ignoring his friend's murderous look.

Damn you edmuno.

And damn Evan Buckley's beautiful wet puppy eyes.

And above all, damn the huge crush I have on Evan Buckley

Y/n was screwed, and it was all thanks to Eddie "Fuckin" Diaz.

What a asshole.

[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part three❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky has a surprise meeting with Pierce, getting informed about your secret admire. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to keep things professional, he’s hesitant to cross the line when you need him.

♡ Warnings: language, fluff, angst, death threats, stalking, daddy issues, hints to anxiety, mentions of alcohol

Part 4

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au

It was the next day, early in the morning. You were still asleep while Bucky was downstairs moving in his stuff, with Steve’s help of course.

Steve was in charge of the perimeter guard team around your house, and found some free time to help his pal Bucky move in. He also was curious about you, never having met you face to face. But the stories he had heard from your Father— scared him.

Steve plopped down a bag at the front door, wiping some sweat off his brow.

“So Buck, what do you think so far?” Steve asked him, both of them chilling by the doorway.

Bucky shrugged, leaning himself against the frame.

“It’s fine. I’ve done this before an—”

“I meant, what do you think about her so far?” Steve corrected himself, and Bucky bit his lip— deep in thought.

“Shes fine.” Bucky answered shortly, and he could tell by Steve’s brows raising— that he wasn’t satisfied with his answer.

“C’mon Buck, give me more than that! Is she as bad as Pierce makes her out to be? Or worse?” Steve rambled on, while a bucky was getting annoyed.

“Ya know— she’s actually not bad at all. She’s pretty quiet, keeps to herself— extremely polite.” Bucky told him defensively, he didn’t know why but he felt the need to stick up for you.

He felt awful that you were made out to be this— monster. When you were far from it.

Steve gave him a ‘really?’ look and still wasn’t buying it.

“You’re not messing with me? The whole perimeter team is afraid of her because of bosses stories.” Steve pointed out.

Bucky huffed, clearly annoyed with Steve’s rambling.

“I’m serious.”

“Huh. Wonder why Pierce gives her one hell of a warning. Think she’s just pretending?” Steve persisted, causing Bucky to roll his eyes.

“Seriously Steve, I don’t have time to talk about her all day. I have a job to do.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll let ya be. Just let me know if there’s anything interesting that goes on.” Steve told him, making Bucky chuckle.

“Sure thing.” He responded sarcastically.

“Is she pretty?” Steve asked one last time, pausing his step to leave.

“Fucking hell— seriously?” Bucky scoffed, watching Steve walk down the stairs laughing.

He was glad he was walking away, that way he couldn’t see the blush that had dusted his cheeks at the thought of you. Well yeah— you were attractive. But it was strictly professional, and he’d never see you anything more than his mission. But with Steve’s words, he couldn’t help but think otherwise for a slight moment.

He closed the door, sliding all the locks in place— making sure it was safe and secure. As he was leaning down to grab his bag, he heard the tiny echoes of footsteps approaching.

“Good morning Mr. Barnes!”

Bucky turned to glance up the stairs, at the top was you— still in your pajamas. He hated to admit it to himself, but even just minutes after you’d woken up— your hair evidence. He still thought you looked pretty.

“Morning (Y/n).” He breathed out, hoping that his cheeks were back to a neutral color.

You smiled wider, loving it when he said your name. You wondered for a second why, but perhaps it was because you were so forgotten on a daily basis— no one ever seeking you out— speaking to you. It felt nice to be called, even if it was something as simple as ‘good morning’. You felt appreciated.

“Did you sleep okay?” You asked him, walking down the stairs to meet him.

He shrugged, not sure if he should tell you the truth. That he didn’t even sleep in the bed at all, instead making a makeshift bed on the floor.

“It was fine.” He lied.

You gave him a tight lipped smile, a knowing look that alerted him that you knew something.

“Really? I peeked into your room, looking for you and I saw blankets and a pillow on the floor. The bed didn’t look like it had been touched.” You said softly, being careful to not make him feel embarrassed.

His jaw was clenching, the thought of you going into his room looking for him. He wasn’t sure if the feeling was a bad one or good.

“Yes really, I slept fine.” He repeated, hoping that you’d be convinced somehow.

You giggled, making to the second to last step.

“Okay, whatever you say. You can always wake me up if you ever can’t sleep. Sometimes it’s good to talk to someone about what’s on your mind, so you can go to bed with a clear head.” You suggested.

He fought the smile down harder this time, your sweet demeanor almost infectious. Every time he saw you smile, it caused the corners of his mouth to twitch.

He nodded at your suggestion, deciding not to respond verbally.

“I’m going to make breakfast, would you like a plate? I’m assuming you haven’t eaten yet.” You asked him, fully down the stairs now standing in front of him.

It was only now that he could see the height difference, he was towering over you. You looked so tiny from his view— you looked adorable.

As he was about to decline your offer, his stomach growled— echoing through the main entrance. You laughed, clutching your own stomach. The tune of your laughter had his chest warm again. He forgot a time in his time where he was around so much laughter. He had missed it.

“I’ll go ahead and make you a plate and leave it in the fridge. You can decide if you want it now or later.” You told him, turning to walk away— towards the kitchen.

He felt very welcomed here. You were so inviting and sweet, he couldn’t help but want to break down his walls a bit.

“Thanks (Y/n).” He spoke out, causing you to turn.

“No need Mr. Barnes, I’d be happy to do it.” You assured him.

Bucky bit his lip for a moment before speaking out again.

“James.” He spoke out, watching your expression grow confused for a moment. “You can call me James.”

You sent him a smile, your own cheeks dusting pink.

“Okay James.” You tested out, and you couldn’t help the way it felt rolling off your tongue.

Bucky on the other hand, didn’t know he would like hearing you say his name so much. It was a name he didn’t let people use too often, but for some reason he allowed you to.

You turned and headed towards the kitchen, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts. You were slowly wrapping him around your little finger. He hated it.

~

Later that day, Pierce had sent one of his men to your home. Informing Bucky that Pierce wanted to meet with him. He was still unsure why, but knew not to question the boss.

That’s where he found himself standing in Pierce’s office again, while you waited outside the office patiently. Bucky couldn’t help but feel bad when Pierce asked you to wait outside, not even sparing you a warm greeting or hug. It wasn’t very Fatherly of him.

“Mr. Barnes I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you in today,” Pierce started, walking around his desk, “We’ve received some… interesting photos recently. Thought you should take a look.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, grabbing the folder in Pierces outstretched hand— opening the file up to see many pictures of you. They were all from a far away perspective, all photos you were unaware were taken.

It seemed you had an admirer— more like stalker.

He pushed around the pictures, his eyes focusing on one photo in particular. You were sitting on a bench reading a book, with the words ‘she’d look so much prettier dead’ written in red across the image.

The message had Bucky’s stomach flipping, the looming threat that now rested over his head, over yours. It definitely wasn’t an admirer, more like someone trying to mess with you— to get to your Father.

“These were just dropped off here?” Bucky asked on edge.

“No, they were found by one of the perimeter guards near her house. I’m just glad we found it before she did.” He explained, rubbing his temples in stress.

“Are you going to tell her?” Bucky wondered.

“Hell no— her knowing would only make her a paranoid mess. For your sanity— it’s best she’s kept in the dark.” Pierce suggested, while Bucky wasn’t so sure that’d end well.

Bucky wanted to say something but chose otherwise, Pierce seemed to notice the judgement on his face.

“Listen, my men are handling this situation as best as they can. All I’m asking is for you to continue to do your job, and keep your mouth shut about this.” Pierce made himself clear, not giving Bucky a chance to speak— walking back around his desk to sit.

“Yes sir.” Bucky nodded, though he felt indifferent about the whole situation.

You were clearly in danger, and Bucky of course wasn’t doubting his ability to protect you— but he was more concerned about the lack of concern Pierce had for his daughter.

“That will be all.” Pierce dismissed him, sliding his glasses back on.

Bucky turned to walk out, and when the door opened, he wasn’t expecting you to barge in. His hands hovered over your arms, wondering if he even had the right to stop you from coming in.

“Hi Dad, I was wondering if we could talk.” You tried, shifting nervously on your feet in dread of his answer.

Bucky watched uncomfortably from the doorway, unsure if he should leave or not. Hesitantly, he stayed.

Pierce ripped off his glasses, rubbing his eyes in frustration.

“Who let you in?” He asked calmly, though he was far from it.

You took a deep breath, trying not to let your hurt show. You hadn’t even been in the room for a minute and he was already sick of you.

“I- I did.” You uttered out.

Bucky couldn’t help but notice how small you were trying to make yourself, how you were nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

Pierce scoffed, trying to focus on his papers— pretend that you weren’t there.

“Dad, I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me tonight? We could go to Sarah’s restaurant.” You asked him, biting your lip anxiously— waiting for his response.

Pierce glanced up, looking you over for a moment trying to come up with an answer.

“I have a lot of work that needs to be done (Y/n).” He breathed out, massaging his temples.

“It doesn’t have to be for long!” You argued, your heart beating faster— knowing deep down what his answer would be.

“I just can’t. Please understand that?” He pushed, his tone growing more aggravated.

You glanced behind you, sneaking a look at Bucky. He stood silently, pretending he wasn’t listening and merely watching over you— as it’s his job. But, he had heard everything and was quite invested into this conversation. On the other hand, you felt embarrassed that he was witnessing your Father letting you down.

Facing your Father again, you sent him a pleading look.

“Dad please… I miss you.” You whispered, hoping Bucky wouldn’t hear your pathetic voice.

He did.

Pierce looked at you, almost right through you. It was clear that your begging did nothing to convince him— that you solemn state didn’t concern him. He ran a hand through his gray hair, closing his eyes in thought.

“I’m sorry peanut, maybe another time.” He said so softly.

The words did nothing to comfort you, instead filling your body with frustration. It was funny that the only time he ever used that tone, or that nickname that you used to love— was when he was sending you away.

It almost felt like he was teasing you, jabbing at your inner child. Like things were supposed to be better, that letting you down wasn’t supposed to hurt as much because he was using the nickname. If anything, it only reopened the wound. The sweet tone like salt sinking into the wound. It forced you to remember a time where he had loved you. Past tense.

Blinking back the tears you felt approaching, you took a deep breath, giving him a fake smile.

“It’s okay, you’re right maybe some other time.” You lied to yourself, you knew this was an empty promise.

Pierce sent you a pitied look, and in a second focused back on his papers. Going back to ignoring your presence.

You couldn’t hold the tears back for much longer, and decided to leave the room calmly. Your goal to make it out of the building before the tears could fall.

You passed by Bucky without a word, not that he needed to ask where you were going— knowing he’d follow you. He watched as you pressed the elevator button, your leg bouncing in impatience. Your hurried movements were causing Bucky to frown in concern.

“(Y/n), are you alright?” He asked quietly, not trying to bring any attention on you.

You looked his way and nodded your head without a word— which was unlike you.

Before he could ask again, the door opened and you stepped in. Bucky stepped in behind you, pressing the ground floor. The elevator ride was filled with thick tension, an uncomfortable energy flowing throughout the small space.

Thankfully, the room dinged, and the doors opened for them to exit. Bucky was leading you to the car that was waiting for you by the curb. He hurried and opened the door for you, watching you slide in quickly.

He could sense your discomfort even as he shut the door and glanced at your figure through the tinted glass. He figured he’d get you home as quickly as he could, seeing as that’s what you wanted. Not a word had been spoken between the two of you, but it was almost like you knew the routine already.

Sliding into the drivers seat, he risked a glance in the rear view mirror— his heart aching at your dull expression. You were staring mindlessly at the headrest in front of you— lost in your thoughts.

He focused back in front of him, shifting the clutch until he was accelerating forward, heading home.

He wasn’t going to glance back again, that was until he heard a sniffle. Glancing up, he quickly regretted it. He frowned at the sight of your wet cheeks, watching you attempt to wipe them dry— but the tears kept coming.

He suddenly felt anger towards Pierce, the way he dismissed you like you weren’t his daughter— someone of importance. It saddened Bucky, your kindness doing you no favors.

He didn’t realize he was staring, until he felt your eyes on his. He focused through the mirror, holding your bloodshot eyes with pity.

You were looking at him with longing— for comfort that had always been pushed away from you. You didn’t know why you searched for it suddenly from him, maybe you were desperate. Yeah, that’s it.

“Just relax, I’ll let you know when we’re home.” Bucky said the only thing that came to mind, although there were thousands of things he probably, should’ve said.

You gave him a weak smile, one that had Bucky internally wincing. Hating the way it didn’t reach your eyes. Suddenly he missed your smile, your true smile.

With a nod, you rested your cheek against your hand against the window— letting the rumble of the car lull you to sleep. Bucky watched your eyes shut, and ever so slowly your expression shifted to something peaceful.

~

Bucky let his mind wander on the drive home, and he couldn't help his mind from wandering to you.

A part of him still didn't understand why you were so opposite from how Pierce described you. He had yet to make sense of it all. He was starting to come to terms with the idea that Pierce was just mean. Maybe he didn't give you enough time, maybe you had yet to show your true colors.

Arriving home, it wasn’t dark yet— but the sky had started to dim. He checked the mirror, not surprised to see you still asleep. He got out of the car, walked around to open your door. Thankfully, you had moved off the window during your slumber.

“(Y/n), we’re home.” He whispered, watching you mumble something, but otherwise stayed asleep.

He gently shook your arm, rocking your body just slightly in attempt to wake you.

“(Y/n)?” He tried again, this time louder.

You nodded your head like you had heard him, but still— your eyes remained closed. Bucky couldn’t help but shake his head with a light chuckle.

He wasn’t sure what had come over him. He blamed it on the fact that he felt bad, witnessing you getting turned down by your Father. But as he scooped you up in a bridle position, he couldn’t ignore the warmth spreading throughout him. You snuggled your face into his chest, letting his scent lull you into a deeper sleep. Bucky couldn’t fight down the butterflies that your gesture had caused.

He continued into the house, locking the door all with one hand before heading upstairs to your room. He should’ve been surprised at the elegancy of your room, but it seemed so you. He smirked at the space, all the little things scattered around the room that made it you.

Reminding himself he could ogle at your room another time, he set you down on the bed, his hand gently cradling the back of your head until it met the pillow. Instinctively, he got to work and started untying the laces on your shoes. Slipping them both off gently, before picking up your legs and placing them on the bed.

He lifted your body for a moment, pulling back the cover so you couldn’t slide under. Soon, you were snug and tucked under the blankets. Bucky gave you one last look— be told himself it was strictly for his job. But he found himself just wanting to look at you for a moment.

Letting his eyes fall from your face, he started to turn to leave. That was until your hand grabbed his, stopping him.

“James?” You mumbled sleepily.

He turned and looked at you, glancing at your hand holding his for a second.

“You’re okay, just carried you to bed.” He told you quietly, watching your eyes droop.

You let your mind brew a crazy idea. Stay with me. You wanted to tell him, you wanted to whisper those words so badly. He was the closest thing to comfort you had in so long, and you clung to it— to him so desperately. You didn’t want to scare him away, you couldn’t help yourself from coming on too strong. Besides, you thought it felt wrong to ask your bodyguard such a thing.

Instead of whispering the words that itched to come out, you released his hand— and let your eyes shut completely. Falling into a deep sleep, hoping that your dreams could be filled with comfort.

Bucky watched you let go, and melt back into the pillow. He waited as it looked like you had something to say. He wasn’t shocked when you fell back asleep, but he was more shocked at his sadness at your lack of words.

Without giving you another glance, he headed out of your room. Shutting the door softly, until he heard the click. He wasn’t sure what was up with him today, he blamed it on his pitied brain. He needed to remind himself that he was working, and he had no time to slack off. Rubbing a hand down his face, he exhaled loudly— heading downstairs in search of alcohol.

He hoped that he could drown out his distracting thoughts, needing a clear mind by tomorrow. He needed to stop his walls from crumbling around you.

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[ryuryuryuyurboat]

8 letters, 3 words!

synopsis: confessions are tricky.

genre: fluff

characters: lyney x gn! reader

warnings: modern (college) au, reader is referred to in 2nd person, navia + lynette cameo

a/n: hehe hi @ariicandy! i'm your secret admirer for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event :> hope you like this gift hehe happy valentine's!! likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2024 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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“oh my, y/n, you really do have expensive taste.” navia grins at you from across the table. “did you win the lottery, or something?”

you huff. “no, i found them on my table.” the second you open the lid of the (previously) beautifully decorated tin box, the sweet fragrance of macarons wafts into your nostrils— you almost miss the way your friend’s jaw drops as she openly gapes at the treats. 

“what?” 

“you… er, well, do you know what those are?” navia gleefully looks between you and the macarons.

there’s a soft clink as lynette sets down her teacup. “5 bucks they have no clue,” she bets, earning a soft “tsk” from you and a smug navia crossing her arms as she leans back in her chair. 

“of course i do! they’re macarons! hey–” you protest, as navia dissolves into giggles and lynette sighs, “hey– listen, listen, i may have flunked midterms but that doesn’t mean i—stop laughing!—that doesn’t mean i don’t know a sweet treat when i see one, okay!”

lynette leans forward, an odd glint in her eyes. “these aren’t your ordinary macarons, you know. there’s only one bakery that sells them like this, and people queue for hours just so they can get their hands on one of these– they only sell eleven boxes each day, mind you. it’s like you’re saying your louis vuitton is just some random bag you picked off the streets. a single box can quite literally cost you the skin of your a–”

you cut her off. “i think we know what you mean, just take some if you wanna try ‘em, okay?” 

“still, who’d gift you something so expensive?” navia muses, chewing on the lemon macaron she’d nicked while you weren’t looking. 

“probably the same mystery guy who gave me that plushie bouquet the other day, and then those chocolates from yesterday, and also probably that box of pâte de fruits…” you hum in thought, utterly oblivious to your friends’ astounded gazes.

“...y/n, i think you might have a secret admirer.” 

“wha– hey, wait! what was with that tone when you said ‘who’d give me something that pricey’? you tryna say i’m not worth those?!?”

laughter echoes across the empty cafeteria as you lunge at navia and screech something about wanting her to return the macaron. none of you notice the pair of periwinkle eyes fixed on your figure from afar.

—

“ooooh, does someone have a secret admirer~?” navia peeks over your shoulder at the white envelope lying innocently on your desk. “y’know,” she continues, unfazed by your side-eye, “if it’s the same guy that got you those macarons, maybe you should consider getting–”

“shut up,” you grumble, feeling your ears heat up, “i don’t even know who gave me all these.” 

“do people not normally sign their names somewhere?”

“just the initials.” you unfold the enclosed paper, pointing to the very bottom, where the letters LS were printed. “who’s that supposed to be? lonely spirit?”

you don’t see a certain someone’s eyes dim when you don’t bother reading the letter and shove the envelope into your bag.

—

13 february. 7 days since you started receiving letters. 7 days since you got your first plushie bouquet (how the sender knew your favourite blooms and even your favourite character was a mystery you had yet to solve). and 1 day before valentine’s. 

the letter you got today was way simpler than the flowery words that filled the pages from before:

3 boxes, 8 letters. think you’ll be able to figure it out, ma chérie? that’s the key to your last gift.

(hint: the way each letter starts is important. good luck♡)

“the way each letter starts?” lynette shrugs, “no idea. probably something like the first letter of the first word.”

“lynette,” you begin, “you’re a genius!”

one problem, though. you only received 5 letters. oh, well, didn’t hurt to try, right?

“let’s see…” you lay out the letters on the table, trying hard to ignore the contents that made you blush so furiously in the safety of your bedroom. “u, l, v, o, i, e…” you mutter, before navia gives you a light shove.

“no way it’s taking you so long, isn’t it already so obvious?”

“???”

“rearrange the letters—where’s my pen— and what do you get?”

you stare mutely at the letters. “...i love u.” you read, before you’re hit with a realisation.

“wait– boxes are containers, and then words are like containers for letters– and then, and then… and then i love you makes up eight letters in three letters! i’m a genius!”

“if you’re such a genius, you should’ve noticed a certain someone staring at you.” lynette nods at a point behind you, “go get your man, y/n. i don’t wanna hear complaints about being single for valentine’s.”

you turn– and there stood lyney snezhevich, in all his glory, a bouquet in his hand. he offers you an apprehensive smile as he extends his arms for you to accept the flowers—your final gift— and averts his eyes. 

“seems you’ve managed to crack the code, ma chérie. now, then, if you hadn’t known from the letters… will you be my valentine?”

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[imhappierthanever]

Warnings: a little smut, thigh riding

Billie Bossa Nova x Vouge

Sunny and gorgeous Rio de Janeiro. Just you and your beautiful girlfriend. Now that her photoshoot had finally ended. You always hoped you would end up here with her, and that you both could make the most of it. Long days getting lost together in your hotel room, room late nights at Ipanema, hand in hand walking along the beach. You found yourself falling more and more in love with her with each passing second.

You knew how famous she had gotten, and it was harder and harder to keep things a secret. You used different names at hotel check ins and tried to be as discreet as possible. It was definitely hard to stop once you started. But she was Billie Eilish. No way could you help it, even if you tried.

You laid across the bed, plush blankets underneath you as you admired her. She looked absolutely incredible. It wasn’t really like her to dress this way, but you loved anything she did and embraced her change always.

You had been waiting for her all day, never ending thoughts of her consuming you. And now she was right in front of you. Her blonde hair falling onto her shoulders, pink corset hugging her in all the right ways, sitting over her lacy tan bra. You bit your lip watching her undo the corset as her eyes met yours in the mirror.

‘I'm not sentimental

But there's somethin' 'bout the way you look tonight’

You wanted to take a picture,make a movie with her that you’d have to hide. “Don’t stop.” You said to her, slightly above a whisper. Her smile grew as she reached for her latex see through skirt, slowly undressing herself, letting it fall down her body.

She was such a site to see, left now in only just her lace underneath as her latex gloves joined the pile on the floor. She stepped away from the vanity, walking over to you. She stood directly in front of you. Waiting for you, daring you to step it up. You sat up wrapping your arms around her waste. Always so desperate to feel her and have her close to you. Billie cupped your face, kissing you softly at first, letting her hands tangle in your hair as your fingers pulled her bra straps down. Your lips trailed fire on her skin, kissing her now bare shoulders, licking from her collarbone to her jaw. She moaned your name softly and you smiled against her skin.

You loved when she gave you a little more control. When she let you show her how much you loved her. And you knew Billie did too. Soon her fingers began their journey on your body, letting her fingers dance along your curves. Your dress was now on the floor, same pile as her bra and you were completely bare for her.

“What a little slut you are. Literally nothing under that little dress of yours.” She said cupping your ass, pulling you closer to her. your breath caught in your throat, as your bodies pressed together. The heat between you intensifying every second. “Only for you.” You moaned softly in her ear, booking your fingers inside her panties, letting them add to the pile as well. Your finger traced her tattoo before letting your body slide down hers, kissing her on the way down. Now your mouth replaced your fingers leaving a trail of little butterfly kisses.

She whimpered, tangling her hands in your hair once again as you kissed her most intimate parts. When you finally made your way back up to her, you eased her body down on the bed, letting yourself fall onto her lap. One leg on either side of her thigh. You let your body begin to move, grinding slowly. “Go ahead baby. Ride my thigh” she said gripping your waist, helping you move.

God she was incredible you thought as you selfishly chased your own high. She would flex just when you needed her to, whispering sweet nothings in your ear sending you over the edge. Her voice alone could make you finish. You tilted your head back, feeling the pleasure take over you as she kissed down your neck, more aggressively now. The hunger completely settling in. You bucked your hips wildly, feeling overcome with emotion and never ending thoughts of your girlfriend. You were seeing stars and it had only been her thigh. But you knew you weren’t done here. You finally had all night to be together and you knew this was just the start of it all.

You knew in no time she would have your body under hers, taking control of you like she always did. You knew this time she didn’t even bring the strap because she wanted to really feel you and love you. You remembered this as she pressed her body down against yours, letting your pussies connect and grind against each other until profanities and whimpers left both of your lips.

For as discreet and quiet as you had been, you gave it all up in this moment not caring. Only wanting to love the other and be in the moment together. And when the bed stopped working for you, your bodies shifted to the floor, breathing heavily. Completely consuming one another. She was absolutely worth waiting for.

[sansaorgana]

hullo, i adore your gale cleven stories! could you please write a buck falling in love with future wife story? meeting, proposing, + all of the little things that makes him love her. maybe she works on base and they meet there? idk. many thanks!!

hiii 😌 sorry it took me so long to go back to writing requests 🙉 your request is an idea for a long fic with many parts so I tried to fit it into a one-shot and it came out pretty long so the proposal part kinda didn't make it but it's mentioned 👌🏻

I currently have quite a few requests and I'm slowly working on them!!! 💛

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Not being able to fall asleep, Buck was laying in bed and kept staring at the celling, thinking of you. He lately couldn't stop thinking of you at all and he wanted it to remain his secret but it was also affecting his functioning on daily basis. Pilots shouldn't get distracted like that.

It wasn't love at first sight or anything of that sort. You were handing him coffee each morning and he had always been nothing but polite but – let's face it – most of the time he treated you like air. You were there because you had to, because all of you had to. It was your job to be there and you were nothing special amongst all the other men and women working at the base. He admired women's courage to sign up to help men while they were at war but he didn't even remember your name correctly.

Until that one rainy grey morning when everything seemed to go as bad as possible and you spilled the hot coffee on Buck Cleven.

"Goddamit!" he hissed and looked down at his now stained shirt. The stinging pain and the dampness of the fabric weren't very pleasant either.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry, Major," you gasped and panicked inside.

Major Cleven looked up to lay his blue eyes on you and you batted your eyelashes, stunned at how beautiful they were. He thought you did that to soften him up in a feminine manner. And his heart indeed grew softer at the sight of your face.

"It's fine," he nodded even though it wasn't. "I'll go change and when I'm back, have another one for me."

"You sure you want me to hand it to you, sir?" you joked, cheered up by the visible lack of his anger.

"We all get shaky hands sometimes," he smiled at you and left the queue. You felt bad about the fact he had to go out on the rain again and that his shirt was ruined because of you.

You personally washed it and made sure the stains went away. He had no idea about it but women responsible for the laundry were your friends. Actually, you didn't want him to know because you felt like it was a little odd on your part… So you sneaked in to the room where he had been sleeping and you placed the folded shirt on his bed carefully. You thought you were alone there but you heard someone clearing their throat behind you so you turned around and faced Major Buck Cleven himself. Your cheeks started to burn out of embarrassment.

"Major Cleven," you looked down like a child caught on stealing candy.

"Miss…"

"(Y/L/N)," you introduced yourself quietly.

"Miss (Y/L/N)," he nodded, "may I ask what you're doing?"

"I… I brought you fresh laundry, sir," you looked up at him. He seemed to be a little amused with you as he was casually chewing on a toothpick.

"I had no idea you were responsible for that, too."

"No, usually I am not, sir," you shook your head.

"Is it related to our little coffee incident perhaps?" he approached his bed and glanced at the perfectly folded and ironed shirt that seemed to be a shade lighter than before from all the chemicals you had used to get rid of the stains.

"Well, no point of lying, although I did not mean for you to know, Major… Well, I…" you took a deep breath in. "I washed it," you confessed, awkwardly.

"I can see that," he chuckled. "It's a shade lighter," he commented.

"I am so sorry, sir."

"I am the one who's sorry for your pretty hands. If that's what your washing did to my shirt, I don't want to know what it did to them," he looked down at your fingers that were playing nervously with the hem of your jacket. There was a long pause of silence between you until he finally raised his eyebrows and pointed at your hands. "Show me?" he asked.

You were a little taken aback by that request. And a little ashamed, too, because indeed your hands looked a bit rough from the laundry chemicals. You raised your hands for him to see, though.

"Ouch," he shook his head. "You shouldn't have done that," he looked deep into your eyes and you thought you'd faint any given second. They were so ocean blue, so easy to drown in.

"I'm sure your hands are no better, Major," you swallowed thickly. "Rough from the piloting and… everything."

"That's how pilot's hands should look like, miss (Y/L/N)," he pointed out and you hid your hands from his sight quickly.

"Yes, you're risking your life out there every other day and the least I could do was washing a shirt that I had previously ruined… Sir."

"Was it the first shirt you ruined?" Major Cleven took a step closer and your heart skipped a beat when you realized he was getting closer to you on purpose.

"Well… No," you didn't want to lie to him. You had spilled coffee on a few men before.

"And you washed all of these shirts, I'm safe to assume?" he asked.

"No, sir," you pursed your lips for a moment to stop them from shivering. He raised an eyebrow at you. "None of the men were so kind about it," you told him.

It wasn't really the truth. Major Cleven didn't get angry at you but none of the men really did. He just captivated you with his beautiful eyes. That's why you knew you acted pathetic to wash his shirt personally and didn't want to get caught.

But just because there was a war raging around you, it didn't change the fact you were a woman with your own heart and soul, your own needs and desires, your yearning and romantic ideas. You had a crush on him from the moment he screamed "Goddamit" in that deep voice of his. As silly as it sounded.

You couldn't remember the last time you had felt something so… real and not war-realted. Something that wasn't stress, fear, worry or sadness.

"We all work hard here. There was no need to be rude about a small accident," Major Cleven explained. "And your job is as important as mine here."

"Hardly, sir," you snorted at that because it was just ridiculous. But when you looked up to meet his gaze, you could see that he was serious about it.

"You shouldn't argue with a Major, should you?" he teased and you rolled your eyes a little.

"I suppose so. But my ma's always been saying I have a big mouth," you cracked a smile and he looked a little surprised before smiling back.

"Well, well, well, who would have thought?"

"Everyone who knows me outside this base, sir."

"Well, I hope it's going to be me one day, too, then," he winked and then walked past you as if nothing had just happened. "I'm sorry, I have to fill some papers."

"Sure, sir," you stuttered out and watched him walk out of the door. You touched your cheeks with the palms of your hands. They were as hot as if you had a fever.

Since then, you two would have little conversations like that here and there. You would find out more and more about each other and Buck quickly started to get attached. He loved your laugh, the little wrinkles around your eyes whenever you smiled at him, he loved your accent, your curls straight out of a magazine cover, he loved your soft fingers when you were handing him a coffee, he loved your jokes and how devoted you were to help around the base. The sound of your voice was making his every day better and each morning he waited for you to lay your eyes on him.

And now he couldn't sleep because he remembered something that had happened earlier that day when he was up in the air above Germany and one of the missiles almost hit his plane. He watched it explode in front of him and his only thought was that if it had actually killed him, he would die without you knowing how much you meant to him.

He didn't mean to fall in love because it was a distraction. But he could also die any day. There was no point and it would only bring pain to everyone involved. And yet, he was not immune to your charm.

"You look like shit, have you even slept?" Bucky asked during breakfast.

"No," Buck admitted and sighed. He was holding a cup of warm coffee in his hands, still angry at the fact that today it hadn't been you handing it to him. There was a very long queue waiting in your line and some other woman handed a cup to him without even asking him if he wanted one.

"What's wrong?" Bucky started eating as he glanced at his friend's full plate of untouched food.

"I think I might have fallen in love."

Bucky laughed at first but then he stopped, realizing that Buck's face was as serious as ever.

"Oh, fuck," Bucky wiped his mouth with a napkin and leaned back on the chair to examine his friend's face and posture. He looked troubled. "Is it that girl you always talk to?"

"You've noticed?" Buck raised an eyebrow at him.

"Everyone has. We were betting on when you two would… you know," Bucky grinned.

"And that is one of the reasons why I hate gambling," Buck wasn't pleased to find out. He felt like it was disrespecrful to you. "What did you bet on?"

"That you never confess your feelings and going to be sad about it your whole life," Bucky teased. It wasn't what he really placed his bet on but he wanted to motivate his friend.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Buck sighed and placed the coffee cup down before standing up and approaching you. You were handing out coffee to the men waiting in line but he walked up to you from the side so you turned around with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Major. Don't think you can fool me, I know you've already had a cup," you smiled at him.

"Are you free this weekend?" Buck asked because he had known the answer. You had mentioned to him the other day that you would leave the base for the upcoming weekend.

"I am, sir," you nodded. God, he even loved how you would always address him "sir" or "Major". Something about it was making him feel weak and absolutely crazy about you.

"I have a weekend pass, too," Buck lied. He didn't but he was going to make sure he'd get one. He hadn't had any day off since he came to the base so Colonel would give it to him surely.

"Oh, nice, sir," you batted your eyelashes. This time you did that on purpose.

"Would you like to go to London with me? I've never been there," he proposed and the man who was taking coffee from you at that moment, froze for a second and widened his eyes at Major Cleven. Then he smirked, waiting for your response as much as Buck.

"I… Ugh… Well… Sir, I…" you hated yourself for not being able to articualte yourself properly. "I would love to, Major Cleven," you said finally with a smile.

At first you wanted to tell him it would be inappropiate. And that you actually planned on visiting your family. But then you remembered you were at war and he could die any day. No one cared about being appropiate. And your family would understand, surely.

"Whoo!" The man taking coffee from you cheered and you gave him a scolding look. He blushed and walked away as fast as possible.

"I will gladly go, Major," you repeated yourself, "but you better remember I'm a proper lady, sir."

"Oh, of course," Buck nodded.

There you were, his proper lady. Sleeping on his chest in a London's hotel room. He watched you breathe peacefully as he caressed your hair. The morning rays of sunshine were creeping in through the curtains and he wished to stop the time. He wished to lay with you forever like that. He didn't want to go back to reality.

You moved a little in his arms and he saw your eyelids opening slowly.

"Good morning, my proper lady," he teased as his fingertips caressed your bare back.

"Good morning, Mr. Good Boy," you teased him back and yawned before rubbing your eyes. "What time is it?"

"Still quite early. We don't have to leave yet," Buck answered.

"I'm glad," you bit on your lower lip and looked up to meet the gaze of his beautiful eyes. "It was the eyes," you admitted.

"Hm?"

"I fell for the eyes mostly," you confessed in a whisper.

He didn't say anything for a while. He was left speechless at you being so open with your feelings; he felt like the luckiest man on earth.

"I'm glad you fell for me," he decided to be playful to hide how weak you were making him feel. You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. "Because now we have to get married."

"Oh, you Americans," you rolled your eyes jokingly. "I wasn't the first girl you slept with, come on," you giggled.

"But you were the first proper lady, for sure," he tickled you a little and you cupped his face to place a kiss upon his lips.

"Don't joke with me like that," you whispered. "Because I'll really want to marry you and then I won't leave you alone. I'll fly to America and follow you everywhere like a maniac," you half-joked.

"You promise?" Buck's eyes softened and his voice sounded very serious. You watched him carefully as his hand gently fixed one of your reckless curls. God, he really meant that.

"And what will you tell our kid? How did daddy meet mummy?" you asked.

"Well, she spilled coffee on me and batted her eyelashes at me. I was practically sold," Buck pulled you closer to place a kiss on the top of your head.

"Doesn't take much for you to fall in love, Buck Cleven. Makes me seriously worried about your fidelity," you teased.

"You fell for my eyes. Do you have any idea how many other men have blue eyes?" Buck laughed.

You laughed, too, because he had a point. And then you got serious again and caressed his cheeks with your fingers before pressing your forehead to his.

"Well, none of them is Buck Cleven."

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