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alonelonelylost · 7 months

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re2 Leon x Reader:

Rookies night out

WORD COUNT: 1020 (Didn't proof read) Leon looked around nervously. “Seriously? You guys come here all the time… I-I’m not sure if I’m ready for somethi-“

His fellow officers interrupted him by patting him on the back. “No need to be so frightened, rookie. People come here all the time to relax and have some fun.” They all chuckled and led Leon into the club.

As Leon entered, he was immediately struck by the blaring lights and the dim, neon-colored atmosphere of the club. The dance floor was alive with movement, and he stayed close to his comrades as they navigated through the crowd.

Suddenly, a group of women approached, one catching Leon's eye. He glanced her up and down before nervously averting his gaze. Taking deep breaths to calm himself, he reminded himself of his training. He finally mustered the confidence to maintain eye contact with the woman.

“Hey there, handsome. Got a name?” You approached Leon with a playful smile.

“L-Leon,” he stuttered nervously.

“Leon. Well, Leon, are you ready to have some fun?” You extended your hand towards him, sensing his apprehension. As he hesitated, you leaned in closer, whispering into his ear, “I saw how you were looking at me.”

Feeling his stiffened reaction, you decided to ease his nerves. “No need to be scared or nervous, Leon. It's just us now, and I won't judge you,” you reassured him, guiding his hands to your hips as you straddled him on the couch.

He gasps, his hands lightly shaking as he holds your sides. “A-Am I aloud to do this?” Leon whispers, his hands softly gripping and stroking your sides. You nod at his question. “We can do everything and anything you want, cutie. I want to make sure your first time is very special.” She whispers in his ear.

She continues to dance on top of Leon, seemingly getting more and more heated in the room. She softly grinds herself against his crotch feeling how hard he already was. Leon lets out a grunt and bucks his hips upward seeking more friction. “Fuck…” He whispers under his breath.

He was getting a little more comfortable and confident. His hands seem to roam with purpose and these thrusts push as you grind. He grunts and groans wanting more, and you were willing to give it to him.

“Leon, you want more… Don’t you?” You whisper in his ear. He stiffens at the question knocking him out of his trance. Your body pulling him in. “Yes.” Is all he could manage to say. You smirk at him; he was too cute.

You start to take off his clothes. He tries to stop you, trying to take off his own “W-Wait… Let m-“ You slap his hand away when he tries to take it off himself. “No, you can take off my clothes.” You start to take off his clothing again. His jacket and shirt. His chest didn’t seem to have a hair in sight, smooth like a baby; unsurprising.

He makes his move to take off the bra you were wearing, throwing it to the side. Revealing your breasts to him, his eyes locked on for a moment before looking up at you, almost begging for permission. You smile and nod at him.

He gulps and gently grasping one of your breasts, Messaging and lightly squeezing your nipples. You moan softly as he skillfully works your breasts. You cock your head back and Leon takes it as an opportunity. His hot breath was against your neck for a moment sending shivers down your spine. You grip his shoulders when he kisses your neck.

He leaves soft trails of kisses on your neck, exploring. Your breath hitches and grip tighten on a certain spot and Leon takes notice. He starts to suck and nibble at the sensitive spot, making you moan more. You bite your lip to stop yourself for being so loud.

“Leon… I want you.” You pant and grind against him. He was still rock hard and pushing against you too. You start to pull off his belt and unzip his pants. His cock springs free, he lets out a sigh of relief. You grip his cock and start to slowly stroke. He bucks into your hand, groaning and whimpering.

You position him at your entrance. He hums nervously. “Are you sure? We don’t even have prote- Oh! Fuck!” He groans, his sentence interrupted by you pushing his length inside you. You hold onto hip shoulders tightly as his length slowly enters you. He holds your hips again throwing his head back.

You finally push him all the way inside of you. He stops himself from bucking, not wanting to hurt you. You start to bounce slowly up and down his length. “Fuck… A-Am I doing good?” He groans under his breath again. He leans back against the couch watching your breasts bounce with your body.

You gasp when his cock brushes against your sweet spot. Biting your lip again you look at him as you continue. “You’re doing great. Right there, Leon.” He nods and starts to thrust too.

Your walls pulsing around his cock every thrust, making you tighter and tighter around him. He could feel you getting closer and closer to the edge, and he was too. “Oh god. So good.” He moans and whimpers. His thrusts getting sloppier and the grip on your hips getting harder as he started to get closer and closer.

“I-I’m about to cum…” He whimpers. “Cum for me. I’m close too.” You say back to him. Your moans were loud now as he slammed his hips against yours. Hungry for more friction and seeking the release he so desperately needed. He throws his head back as he cums. Your walls clench tightly around his cock too, milking him for all he got.

You rest your head on his shoulder, both of you only able to pant. The sweat dripping down your bodies from the heated encounter. “I might come here more often…” He chuckles to himself as he says that. You smile and look in his eyes.

“I think I would like that.”

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #the rookie #re2 remake #leon x reader

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 2 years

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The Unexpected Hero

Evan Buckley x reader

Imagine: saving Buck (911) from and explosion and he's determined to find out who you are (from @procrastinatorimagines).

Requested: Nope.

Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to write this ever since I saw this prompt image. Also (writing this on 7/12/22), My legs are dead after drumline camp, so I continued writing this on my night shift. Please give me feedback as this is my first time writing for 911. Was considering asking someone if they want to proof read just to make sure the content is good. Message me if anyone want to. I also reworked my masterlist so it’s not as crowded.

Requests are still OPEN. Feedback is always appreciated. Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. Also, I’m tagging @911readercollection here.

Warning: I’m not sure fire works how I exactly described it. Arsonist, bomb exploder/explodes, chase scene, arrests, I very much thought of old action movies when writing this. I didn’t proofread this. Athena being a queen.

Word Count: 1,854

It was another mind numbing day of staring at your computer as statistics went by so you could crunch the numbers for your penny pincher stick up his ass boss. And just to describe how frugal he is, he chose the cheapest office for his workers while he never showed up himself. Cheap in LA usually means poor quality, or not in a safe neighborhood. In this case, it meant both. You had to bring your own stool because you could not stand one more second of your legs sticking to those cheap plastic chairs that are “usually” used at graduation parties. At least you were left alone until you had to present your findings to your boss. However, this meant that your mind got distracted easily and sometimes fell asleep until your eyes and mind processed nothing that was on your screen.

Your mind woke up out of its stagnant state to that sound. You know, that sound. The sound that’s been drilled into your mind ever since you were young. The sound of a fire alarm going off along with its blinking lights. You were surprised the building even had working fire systems. But, you did what you were taught and you stayed low to the ground and crawled on your hands and knees keeping your hand along the wall to guide your way. You found your way to the side of the building out a fire exit. One of those exits near the trucking docks of your building. You stopped a mere couple feet from the building to catch your breath, which more ended up like you crouched to cough your lungs out. This is what you imagined smoking for 50 years felt like.

You looked up just as a firefighter started coming towards you. Do all firefighters have to imitate magazines and be super hot in uniform and way out of your league? He still had his smoke mask over his face and his helmet on, as he should , so you couldn’t make out much of what he actually looked like. “Ma’am, are you okay?”

You would have responded if something else didn’t catch your attention. Behind the fireman’s legs, you could see someone else in a gray hoodie walking away from the scene. Walking. As in “cool guys don’t look at explosions” walking, and that kind of walking away from a fire can never be good. He started to raise his right hand above his head while keeping his back turned toward you and STILL WALKING. You couldn’t be sure what he was doing or what is intentions are, but you had to take a chance.

With your strength that you found somewhere, you body slammed the fireman in the hips as hard as you could and that managed to get him, and yourself, to the ground. His arms encircled around you, out of instinct you think, and you were buried into his firejacket while his back took most of the brute hit from the ground. The office building behind you exploded like an action movie and you felt the heat from the building behind you multiply by 1000 and a loud noise ring your ears to the point where you could only hear white noise for a second.

You hesitantly opened your eyes expecting ash to sting them or you see the light of heaven letting you know that you died. Thankfully, you were still mostly in one piece, but the sight of the person you suspected was responsible running from said exploding building was the first thing you saw while lying on the ground. This isn’t an action movie, but you couldn’t convince your brain that it wasn’t.

You got up from the ground and started sprinting after the man, your body and lungs screaming at you to stop and rest, but your adrenaline said ‘no’. You kept following the man around a few corners, not even stopping to think if he was armed or not when a cop car came from an alley and hit him T-bone style. It didn’t kill him, but it flung him a few feet in the opposite direction. He definitely wouldn’t be resisting arrest anytime soon.

“Hands on your head.” you heard shout in front of you. You kept yours on the back of your head just so the cop would know you weren’t putting up a fight.

You took this opportunity to cough your lungs out in the middle of an alley because they were exhausted from being filled with smoke and then asked to run a marathon.

The cop was quick to cuff the man and lock him in the back of her squad car. She then came around and stood next to your hunched over figure. “Just try to breath deeply mame.” After a few more minutes of coughing your lungs out you finally had the strength to look up at her. Your eyes were watered and probably red from the smoke, but you could still make out most of what she looked like. She was a middle aged black woman and had short black hair that swooped to one side. She still was in her full uniform and a bullet proof vest.

“Did you get him?” Why was that the first thing you asked? No thank you, just that?

“Yes mame, we did. Your speed and quick thinking guided him right to us. What were you doing chasing a man like him anyway?”

You struggled to stand up, but you were able to keep some of your decency before you spoke to her. “I saw him walking away from my office building that exploded, and no one runs unless they have something to hide, so I just mindlessly chased after him. I chased him and you T-boned him. Problem solved.” You clapped your hands brushing the dust off them like you did a job well done.

“You were in the building five blocks from here that exploded into flames?” Have I really been running for five blocks? Wow. Might as well act as if you run regularly.

“Yes, and if the fire inspection comes to it, can I testify against my boss? He’s a frugal piece of shit, so I doubt that the building was up to code.” She seemed to give me a satisfied smirk.

“Ok. I like a strong independent women who knows what she wants. Come with me and I’ll give you a ride to the station and get a statement from you.”

“Thank you, Miss…”

“Athena, and if you ever want to be a cop or detective, I’ll put in a referral for you to get started into the training. We’d love to have you.”

So that’s how your day ended. Athena drove you and her suspect to the police station, you gave a statement of what happened and how bad the building you worked in was. You left your contact information incase they needed anything else or they wanted you for the detective job. She even gave you a ride back to your, surprisingly, not destroyed car that was parked outside of your office building.

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**Buck’s POV, later that day at station 118**

I walked back up the stairs after a shower to find most of the team in the kitchen. Bobby was making something that smelled delicious for dinner. I still couldn’t wrap my head around what happened earlier.

“Hey Hen, did some lady come to the ambulance at the fire of that warehouse office building today?” I sat down at the kitchen table next to her.

“We had a couple people there today but no one needed to go to the hospital, just needed some extra oxygen. Why, you recognize someone?”

“No it’s just…” Do I say that the muscles of a fireman lost against someone’s adrenaline. I decide to leave that part out. “Just someone was running away from the fire and after someone and I just wanted to make sure they’re ok. I couldn’t find them afterwards.”

“Hey everyone.” Athena walked up the stairs to the kitchen area and greeted everyone.

“Hey Athena.” I didn’t put too much enthusiasm into my greeting. She went and kissed Bobby really quick and came back to me. “Why you so down Buck?”

“He’s trying to find someone who ran off from the fire today.” Hen answered for me.

“You mean the one that body slammed you before the building blew up.”

Well, thanks for saving me the embarrassment Bobby. I gave him that you seriously just said that look that he’s probably given me a million times.

“Yes, that one. She just ran off after body slamming me and it wasn’t a reactionary thing she did it BEFORE the building blew up, like right before.” Athena gave me a knowingly smile apparently knowing something that I didn’t.

“Oh yes, I know who she is. She’s real sweet. Caught our bomber, gave a statement about what she witness, and was willing to testify.” She was saying this like it was no deal as easy as asking what you had for breakfast that morning.

“You know her. I wanted to see if I could thank her because she helped me avoid getting a face full of flames.”

“Well, I still have her number. But Buck …”

“Yes.” Athena always has something up her sleeve.

“Treat her right. She talked about the building she worked in. She deserves something good.”

“Yes mame.” That wasn’t even my intention, but Buck 3.0 is the most respectful out of all the Bucks.

Athena gave me her number and I went to one of the fire department office rooms where it was more quiet and less people would come in to interrupt or tease me for wanting to talk to a girl I barely met. I type in her number and wait while the ringtones go by. Then there’s that unfortunate monotone voice of an answering machine. I decide to leave a message anyway.

“Hey Y/n, it’s Buck. Well you don’t know my name yet but I’m the firefighter you slammed earlier today. Athena, the cop, gave me your number. I just wanted to thank you for saving me. You were really brave I heard, chasing down an armed aronsist. **Hurry up Buck, you have limited voicemail space** I just wanted to thank you and see if you wanted to go out sometime … so I can properly thank you in person I mean. Well I-.” The call hung me up. Hope that got saved.

I decided to take a walk around the trucks and clear my head. Before I made even one lap around, I got a text.

Hey Buck. Nice to finally know your name. Hope I didn’t hurt you too bad from the body slam earlier. My phone’s out of whack and not accepting calls since it got cracked in my street chase today, but I’d love to go to cheesecake factory with you sometime, or even just walking on the boardwalk. You text me your availability, since I’m out of a job for now. Hehe. -Y/n

Ok Buck, don't mess this up.

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sugarylawliet · 3 years

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remember when L and light were chained together for a while ? well, bear with me, what if Light’s gf (the reader) wanted to have sex with Light during that period of time which leads to somewhat of a threesome?

i love this idea omfg

> warnings: nsfw/smut, threesome, spit kink (i couldn’t help myself idk how i manage to fit this into every fic i write), i’ve never written a three person nsfw fic before so..,, bare with me. why did this develop lowkey lawlight undertones as i wrote it idk. also i didn’t proof read so if there are mistakes i’ll fix them later LMAO

> tag list: @deidarascumdumpster @v3inbunny @ygm1slt @dracomalfoys-wh0re

“Ryuzaki, tell me again how long this’ll be for?” You fiddle with the long chain of the handcuffs, one end connected to your boyfriend’s wrist and the other to L’s. Tonight was supposed to be a movie night between you and Light, maybe something more, but of course, like always, some aspect of the investigation got in the way; this time being the raven-haired man who sat on the other side of you.

“Well Y/N, like I said, until I can be 100% sure Light is not Kira, the handcuffs will stay on for monitoring purposes. I’m sorry, really, I know you’d like some alone time, but you can just pretend I’m not even here.”

“Pretend you’re not here?”

L nods innocently, apparently oblivious to how fucking weird it would be for him to just sit on the side lines while you have alone time with Light.

“Ryuzaki...no offence, but it’s pretty creepy to just have you sit there and watch while Light and I...Especially since you guys can’t really even move much without the other moving too.”

“Well, we’ll figure that out when the time comes, I suppose,” L sighs, “but I’m afraid I can’t take the handcuffs off. You’ll have to think of a solution- Light is a very smart man, I’m sure he can think of something.”

You sigh deeply, turning your attention towards Light, who’s fingers began dancing up your jaw, pulling you into a short kiss.

“Light, c’mon...”

“Hm?”

“Ryuzaki is right here...”

“Shh, it’s fine. You don’t mind, Ryuzaki, do you?” He looks at the man who sat quietly next to you.

“Me? Oh no, I don’t mind at all. Please, continue.”

Light moved his lips down to your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh. The chain around his wrist clatters against itself as he moves his hand to tightly grip your jaw, roughly moving your face to bring your ear close to his mouth.

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, “You know Y/N...don’t think I haven’t noticed you have a little thing for Ryuzaki...”

“H-huh?”

“Don’t think I don’t notice, the way you’re always touching his arm or lingering around him too long, bending over in front of him when you drop something. Is it to get my attention? To make me jealous, hmm?” You could practically hear his smirk through his words.

“N-no Light, I promise.”

“God, you’re such an attention whore. Wouldn’t you say, Ryuzaki?”

“Oh, well...” L purrs, throwing his arm on the back of the couch behind to you move closer, “I’d say I’d be flattered, if that were the case.”

“Well, if she’s so desperate for attention, maybe we’ll give her some attention, hm?” Light traces his pointer finger along your body, moving from your neck down to your collarbones, your stomach, and inching closer to the place you wanted him most. He gently rubs your inner thigh, not daring to touch you as a means of teasing.

“Mmm, I think we found the solution to our little handcuff problem...” L dances his fingers along your collarbone, softly making their way to your cheek and gently pulling you into a kiss. L was attractive, you’ll admit, but something inside your chest still felt a bit weary at L kissing you so tenderly right in front of Light. It’s not that you didn’t want it, no- you wanted this more than anything. Perhaps it was the prospect that Light would be dripping with jealousy, his ego hurt yet again by the detective; that the two of them would treat this as another pride game.

Light’s hands finally make their way under your skirt, pulling your panties aside and dipping a long slender finger inside you. You gasp, arching your back and picking up your hips slightly at the sudden pleasure. L places his free hand on your hips, guiding them back down as he hums in your ear- his lips were so close to your ear you could practically feel his smirk and his silent breathy laughs tickled the side of your head.

L slides his hand up your shirt, cupping your breasts for a moment before moving his fingers to the clip in the back. “May I?” He purrs. You nodd, allowing L to unclip your bra and push your shirt up- you help him pull it over your head so you sit bare chested before the two men.

You inhale sharply as L attaches his lips to your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipple. The touches from both of the men already began overwhelming you, as Light quickly slipped a second finger inside you and L stimulated your breasts. You rake your fingers through L’s thick charcoal hair, bucking your hips in pleasure as Light picked up his pace. “Mm, fuck, Light...”

L brings one of his hands down to rub your clit with his middle finger, his speed not showing any mercy or hesitancy. Your moans grew louder and louder, Light maneuvering his fingers to twist and curl inside of you to hit your sweet spot.

Yes, there was no doubt, the two enemies saw this as yet another competition for pride.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your hips buck higher. The two men notice your approaching climax and quicken the movement of their fingers. You release before getting the chance to even say anything or restrain yourself- you hoped Light wouldn’t be upset.

Light pulls his fingers from you, scissoring them together to watch the stickiness string together and pull apart. “Open up”, he commands, pushing his fingers into L’s mouth. L swirls his tongue around Light’s fingers, the brunette pushing them further down the detective’s throat before promptly pulling them out.

“Y/N, be a good girl and get on all fours.” You obey, placing yourself on your hands and knees on the couch.

“Ryuzaki,” Light states blankly, looking at the dark-haired man in front of him. L stares in Light’s eyes back, nodding. L then moves in front of you as Light moves behind you. Somehow, the two men always knew exactly what the other was thinking verbatim- you guessed it comes in handy in times like these.

You hear the clicking of Light’s belt behind you as he unbuckles it, folding it in half and smacking your backside with it, causing you to yelp. Light chuckles, “Mm, I love those pretty little sounds from you...”

Both L and Light pull their pants down slightly to pull themselves out, releasing the strain against their pants. L runs a few fingers through your hair, gently cohearsing you to look up at him as he gazes in your eyes with a slight smile. “Open that pretty little mouth for me...”

You flatten your tongue against L, slightly sucking on the tip of his cock before he pulls your head up slightly by your hair, spitting on you. “Don’t tease.” He says sternly. You nod meekly, allowing L to bottom out your mouth as he begins to thrust his hips into you.

Behind you, Light teases your entrance, slightly putting the tip of him inside you before bringing it back out in a agonizingly teasing manner. You whine around L loudly, desperate for Light. The vibrations from your sounds cause L to throw his head back with a throaty groan, moaning your name.

After enough teasing, Light finally pushed inside of you. He rocks into you, the sensations from both men overwhelming your senses. Your moans grow louder and the echo of your whines and the other mens’ heavy breaths and pants filling the room.

“Mm, fuck, Light...Ryuzaki...”

L pets your hair, smiling as he watches you, “You know my name, Y/N, say it...”

“L....fuck, L....” You cry, feeling your second orgasam approaching.

L pulls out from your mouth, releasing on your face with a deep sigh as you stick your tongue out. Mouth now free to talk, you moan Light’s name, “Light, I’m gonna...”

“Do it, Y/N. Cum for me and Ryuzaki like the little attention whore you are. God, you’re such a fucking slut. Getting off on two guys, such a bad girl....”

Light’s words only egged your climax on, and soon you came with a loud moan of both mens’ names- Light finishing soon after.

You collapse onto the couch, the three of you breathing heavily. L pulls you into his arms, your back against his chest, and holds you caringly. It’s a type of loving touch you never felt from Light, but it felt nice nonetheless.

“Light, be a darling and bring some towels?”

Light nods, leaving the room to fetch a few towels to clean up. You’re left in L’s arms on the couch, your eyes fluttering closed in comfort as he strokes your hair.

#light yagami x reader #light yagami x reader smut #L lawliet x reader #L lawliet x reader smut #light x L x reader #lawlight #lawlight x reader #lawlight smut #death note #death note smut

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writing-wh0re · 3 years

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October 29th - Kinky Halloween Special Masterlist

Kink: Super Soliders

Steve x Reader x Bucky

Words: 1,302.

Warnings: Smut18+, Threesome, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Oral Female Receiving, Oral Male Receiving, Praise and Degradation, Dom!Bucky, Dom!Steve.

a/n: ZERO PLOT - NOT PROOF READ.

Also just an fyi, I will be taking at least a few days off after kinktober because right now - this

- is my mental state.

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“Just like that Steve.” I tilt my head back, my fingers lace in his hair as he laps at my core.

Our eyes meet causing me to smirk, his arms wrapping around my thighs and pulling me closer to his face. His tongue circles my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me, the sight of him between my thighs tightening the coil deep inside of me.

“Oh fuck.”

I look through the gap in the door of Steve’s office, catching someone's eye at my breath hitches.

“Bucky.” His name falls from my lips, my legs shaking around Steve’s head as I come undone.

“Bucky?” Steve groans, looking at me confused. I quickly gesture to the doorway, my chest rising and falling, tingles flowing through my legs.

Steve tuts, shaking his head before he stands and opens the door, both him and Bucky staring each other down.

“Either leave us alone or join us, your choice Buck.”

I open and close my mouth, shocked by Steve’s proposition as the burnette super soldier walks through the doorway, keeping his eyes locked onto Steve.

“I knew you’d want a taste of her.”

Bucky’s eyes fall to me, trailing up my skin as I suddenly become very aware of how naked I really am. My dress bunched up around my waist, panties slung around my left ankle and boobs on full display. Heat fills my cheeks as I attempt to use my arms to cover my body.

“Oh doll, dont hide from me.” Bucky’s metal hand glimmers in the soft light, his hand resting on my knee, his thumb drawing soothing circles on my skin.

“So responsive.”

“Are you okay with this?” Steve asks, his hand under my chin allowing for our eyes to lock together, his searching mine for any doubt.

“More than okay.” The soldiers share a glance before Bucky licks his lips, his cold hand resting on my hip as I turn my head towards him. Within a second his lips are on mine, I take a few seconds to process that this is truly happening before kissing back. Steve’s lips kiss up my arm as goosebumps dance over me, his lips trailing kisses up my neck causing a shiver to run down my spine.

Bucky hums against my lips in response to Steve, pulling away as Steve tilts my face towards his. Our lips move together in sync, a soft gasp falling from my lips as Bucky’s fingers rack up and down my inner thigh.

“Mm, did Steve already make your pretty pussy cum?”

I nod against Steve’s lips, his chuckle breaking our kiss as I look over to Bucky, his fingers tracing stripes up and down my slit.

“Answer him properly, doll.” Steve’s grip on my throat causes arousal to flood my core, my lips slightly parted as I sigh.

“Yes, Sir made me cum.”

Bucky smirks, raising an eyebrow before looking over at Steve.

“Looks like it's Daddy’s turn.”

I moan at the feeling of his fingers slipping past my folds, nudging against my clit perfectly. Bucky’s lips attach to my nipple, rolling the bud against his tongue as Steve captures my lips with his. The sound of belt buckles and pants unzipping fill the air. I reach my hand out to Steve, palming his bulge through his boxer briefs causing a sigh to fall into our kiss.

I switch over to Bucky, our lips moving in perfect sync, his fingers slipping inside of me. The sound of my wetness dancing through the air. Steve guides my hand to his cock, the warmth enveloping my senses as I pump my hand up and down, moans and sighs falling from his lips. My fingers lace into Bucky’s hair, tugging on the strands as his fingers slide in and out of me faster.

“Fuck, yes.” Bucky’s fingers pull out of me, a frustrated sigh escaping me as I look between the two men.

“On your knees doll.”

Without a second thought I fall to my knees in front of them, my hand still pumping Steve’s cock as Bucky’s springs free from his boxers.

“Fuck me.” I mumble, both of their hard, thick cocks on full display.

“We will baby.”

“Just wait.”

Butterflies erupt inside of me, the anticipation killing me, wanting nothing more than to have at least one of them inside of me.

Steve places his hand under my chin, turning me towards him. I quickly pick up on his hint, licking my lips before replacing my hand with my mouth. A deep groan rumbles through his chest at the feeling of my tongue circling his cock.

“She’s good at this Buck.”

I use my free hand to pump Bucky’s cock, his soft sighs and low moans sending waves of arousal to my pussy. I move my mouth from Steve’s dick to Bucky’s, circling my tongue around him before bobbing my mouth up and down. I continue this pattern, alternating between the two of them, their sounds of pleasure causing my clit to throb and pride to circle through me.

“Just like that, fuck baby.” I look up at the two men, both of them focused on me sucking Bucky’s cock, both in awe at how their dicks look between my lips.

I pull my mouth away, jerking both of them faster, their heads tilting back at the waves of pleasure.

Bucky is the first to pull away from me, picking me up and placing me on the desk.

“Head off the side, legs open.”

I follow his command, opening my legs and mouth as I hang my head off the side of the desk slightly.

Bucky nods at Steve who smirks in response, his hand holding under my head as a surprised squeal falls from my lips, quickly muffled by Steve’s cock slipping against my tongue. Bucky’s dick stretches my walls, staying still for a few seconds as I adjust to his unfamiliar size.

I moan around Steve’s dick, Bucky’s hips rolling into mine, his finger rubbing my clit. My eyes roll back as Steve softly fucks my throat, my tongue swirling around him. I gag around him every so often causing a moan to fall from his lips.

Bucky grunts and moans, his mental fingers digging into my hip as he fucks my tight pussy.

“Look at you, being used like the dirty slut you are.”

“Such a good cock whore.”

My walls flutter around Bucky as I moan around Steve, small amounts of drool pooling in the sides of my mouth, my eyes watering.

“That feels good doesn’t it baby.”

“I’m close.” They say in unison earning a chuckle from both of them. I use my hand to pump Steve’s cock faster, wanting him to reach his peak.

Bucky’s pace picks up, his hips slapping into mine as the sound of skin on skin fills the air, my gags and a chorus of moans from all of us bouncing off the walls.

My legs tense, Bucky moaning at the feeling of my walls clenching around him.

“She’s cumming.”

My eyes roll back as I tilt my head off the desk more, allowing for Steve to fall deeper into my throat.

Both of the men moan as their releases fill me, my own coating Bucky’s cock.

“Take our cum doll.”

“FIlthy cum slut.”

A shiver runs over my body, their words sending sparks of electric aftershocks through me.

Seconds of silence pass between us, all of us regathering ourselves, our heavy breathing filling the air.

“My room, round two?”

I raise an eyebrow at Bucky, looking over at Steve who smirks, his shoulders shrugging.

“That’s up to the lady.”

“Use me like that again and we have a deal.”

Both of them smirk at each other, a darkness filling their eyes.

‘I’m in for it.’

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besotted-eros · 3 years

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to be alone with you

18+//Smut//Soft//Drabble

He wasn't there when you fell asleep. He must have crept in while the moon was still high, undressing carefully and sliding next to you. He moves as light as a feather, afraid to leave any more impressions on the Earth. His visits are sporadic, unreliable. You never know when he'll be there. You never know when he'll be gone. Sometimes you fear he is a ghost. That he died so long ago, and haunted you in death as he did life.

But that strong, wiry body against your back is real. It is solid. It is the only constant you know in this world.

His hair is undone, covering the pillow in a satin black pool. In the early morning light the sun catches it, teasing shades of brown from its depths. A reminders of the youth he had left behind. So much about him is shadowed now.

Like those eyes. Verdant, once glinting they are dulled. They open now as you gaze at him. Eren never slept deeply. Always ready to wake, always ready to jump into the next fray. Your hand moves carefully, asking a question as it finds a place on his chest. His muscles shift under you, unused to touch that isn't made to hurt. Your palm presses into his heart, your thumb strokes across the firm pectoral.

Can I give you peace? Just for a moment?

His hand moves to your wrist, fingers closing around it. His thumb finds where your skin jumps with the pulse of your heart. Eren feels how it pounds a symphony. You flutter like a robin when he is close. A bird caught in a hunter's snare. There is danger in his touch, one he cannot control.

And then he pulls you, strong hands guiding your body to straddle his hips. He keeps your torso down, holding your face to the nape of his neck. His fingers twist in your hair, gathering it to the nape of your neck.

Eren doesn't like it when you look at him in the light of day.

So instead, you feel. With your lips, your fingers. You trace his prominent coller bone as your mouth finds familiar paths along his neck. These are parts of him you'll never forget. These are parts of him that you drink yourself full on, never knowing when he'll pass your lips next. You move down his broad chest, over well defined abs. There is a method to these things, to the scars you find and trace on your way down. So many you know, so many you never will. You know one day those blank spaces will be filled as well.

His breath is hot in your ear. Always so steady, so measured. He does not make a movement without purpose. But when your hands reach the hardness between his legs, there is a hitch.

You are the only one in this world he will come undone for.

He slept without clothes, his smooth skin fully exposed under your warm fingers. You touch him reverently, making his chest rise against yours. Your fingers wrap around his shaft, thumb stroking across the head. You're always caught off guard by how large it is, how it throbs almost angrily. Eren's hand moves from its place in your hair, tilting your chin. You meet his emerald eyes. Only for a moment. Then he is kissing you.

It is like he wants to consume you.

His teeth grace across your lip before drawing it into his mouth. He lets go and kisses you again, harder. Your lips are becoming swollen and puffy with his insistence. Afterwards he will stroke them, staring at them with soft eyes.

Somehow you are pulled even tighter against him. Your hand works up and down his shaft, trying to hold back a smile as his hips thrust slightly. You wish your bodies could meld. You want to go where he goes. You don't want to be left behind any longer.

Eren grabs the straps of the shift you slept in. He forces them down, exposing your full torso to the morning light. You freeze, waiting for his delicious touch. But instead his hands go to the edge of the shift, pulling it up and exposing your thighs.

He pushes you forward, his hand a firm guide on your chest, then your neck. He holds you there, and now his eyes drink you in. The satin of your night dress is bunched around your midriff. Even though you're more covered than he is, you feel more vulnerable. His thumb strokes slowly over your throat, and you feel him press against you. Your hand moves to hold his wrist, so he can press against your warmth unfettered. Eren's free hand moves down, guiding the leaking head up and down your wet slit, bumping across the place that made your heart jump. He's teasing you.

"Please." You say. You are suspended inbetween. You want to crash over the cliff, to feel him so wholly.

He smirks. He is the only one in the world you come undone for.

With a quick angle of your hips and a thrust he is in you. His hand squeezes your neck, making you gasp at the tension before he releases it. There are twin gasps on your mouths as he finally enters you. He stretches you, making you fit him like a glove. And you are the warmth, the softness he's been aching for.

"Move." He instructs. And you do. You always do what he says. Your hands fall to his chest, bracing yourself as you move to the tip, then the hilt. Repeat. Again. You find your rhythm, moving faster now. Spurred on by his expression. Dark brow furrowed, jeweled eyes glazed over. His lips are parted so prettily, they soften the hard lines of his face.

His hands grip your waist, holding you steady as you bounce. One moves up, cupping your breast. His thumb strokes across the hardened tip, the soft teasing making your back arch as you press into his touch.

"Greedy." He whispers, and you let out a soft whine in reply.

"Desperate." He whispers, and you bite your lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

Something flashes in his eyes, and you know what's coming. His hands grasp at the soft flesh of your ass, pulling you towards him. Your hands move to grips on either side of his head. And he bucks. A single time. Giving you warning to brace.

When you kiss him, soft, demure, he lets himself go.

His thrusts are not measured. They are not careful. They are not gentle. He fucks you. He pounds himself into you, dragging across every sensitive spot. Every warm inch. Soon you are moaning, your mouth beside his ear. Wordless, cloyingly sweet. His breath comes in pants, littered with soft growls and groans.

The feeling of him coming sends you over the edge. You gasp loudly, sending his name into the morning. He holds you as you tremble, his own body stiffened with the waves of pleasure coursing through him. The proof of his love drips between your legs as he let's himself fall back. You collapse onto his chest, burying your face in his neck. His fingers reach your hair again, but this time they are gentle. He combs through the knots he made as your locks mix together. He is still in you, and you don't want to let him go yet. This is the closest you can ever be to this man. To any one.

"I love you." He says. The first sentence he's spoken to you in months. It surprises you. He doesn't say these things often, not unsolicited.

You let your forehead rest against his as you catch your breath. His expression is calm, some of the tension gone from his shoulders and chest.

"I love you too, Eren."

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king-bito · 3 years

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Vanta Black is a butt

I’m sorry, this is my first Drabble or whatever this is, I didn’t proof read it, I don’t really know what my intention was here.. I’m not a writer, I do digital art, but there’s so little Shihai smut out there I thought I would add my bad writing to the small pile xD

I’m SO SORRY.

Pairing: Shihai Kuroiro x Reader

Characters are in their mid twenties.

Rating: Explicit

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Warnings: Dub-Con, Predator/Prey Dynamic, Quirk use, Smut

It’s been a long day, it’s 10pm and you just exited the cinema alone, your friend, who decided to make the whole movie about kissing, making out, and blowing their newly acquired boyfriend, ditched you early in favour of going home with him.

Oh how wonderful it felt to be a third wheel. You’d resigned and accepted your fate, opting to take your time, grabbing a coffee at concession before leaving.

It’s Friday night and there’s still a buzz of nightlife, just barely starting to pick up. Luckily you lived nearby so you wouldn’t have to suffer atrocious cab fares, and the awkward conversations that you always felt cornered into.

You take a deep breath, finishing off the last of your beverage and tossing it into the trash and beginning your walk home, pulling together your jacket to ward off the cold bite of the night air.

————

It’s only 2 blocks from your apartment when you hear what sounds like distressed meows coming from a dark alley. Was it a cat? Fuck, it’s too cold on a night like this to just ignore it. You aren’t the bravest person, and dimly lit alleyways threw up about a dozen warning signals, but these small, infantile kitten meows had you falter and pause.

Biting your lip, you decide to suck it up. You can’t abandon a little kitty out here..

Oh how wonderfully gullible you are.

As you near a filthy dumpster with so many tags on it you can’t even make out a single letter, a cold breeze makes you shiver, it travels up your spine making you feel unsettled. For some reason the meows stopped when you began to enter the alley, and as you pull your arms around yourself for comfort to try and quell the fear, you peer around some stray boxes and trash bags, hoping to locate the abandoned animal.

You let out a gasp as something moves, you suppress a scream and tumble back against the brick wall, panting, heart beating rapidly.

There is nothing.

You swallow, you must have imagined it right?

Suddenly you feel something warm grab your wrists from behind, instinctively you try to pull forward but whatever is holding you is like a vice. Looking down you see pitch black hands wrapped firmly around your dainty wrists and then a low, whispering voice hits your ear.

“Hello little mousy~” Out from the dark brick behind you, a mans face with charcoal pigmented skin is pushing out from the darkness, his deep, dangerous tone terrifying and a little too provocative. Your first reaction is to bolt, and as you yank yourself away (purely at the mercy of this strange man in a wall letting your wrists go), you fall to the ground, turning to back yourself up against the opposite wall, resting on your now scraped palms. “W-what the hell?!” You stammer, taking in the sight before you.

Oh how cute.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, hoping to draw the attention of someone, anyone, nearby.

...

A deep chuckle cuts through the cold silence between you, and you watch as the head moves forward, more of his body emerging from the wall, and now, you get the chance to fully drink in his features. He’s handsome, well, what little you can make out in the low light against impossibly dark skin. His eyes are hooded and seductive, they study you with each breath you take. His lips are lightly pursed into a small smirk, they look perfect on his sharp jawline. His face is framed by a mop of thick silver hair that flicks out in an unruly manner over his cheeks and the back of his neck. The man is clad in a black coat, grey denim jeans, and a low cut v-neck tee, where you can make out his defined collarbones disappearing beneath the lapels of his long coat.

“Aww.. did I scare the poor little thing?” The man coos out gently, and the twisted smile he wears tells you very clearly this was all just fun cruelty to him.

“O-Of course you did! Who the fuck does tha-“

“Shihai” he interrupts you.

“What?”

“My name is Shihai Kuroiro, but you may call me Kuro.”

“I don’t give a damn what your name is.” You blurt out, getting yourself back to your feet and pressing yourself against the cold brick as if it would get you any further away from this..thing.

“You should. You will. Pretty thing like you couldn’t help but come to the pitiful little meows of a kitten, you didn’t even think, did you?”

“I-I…”

“I’m not even very good at making those sounds.. and yet you wandered all the way down an unlit alley, where oh, I don’t know…” Shihai steps forward and places his palms either side of your shoulders. He’s taller than you, lean, but sturdy in build, and his every languid movement was filled with its own strength and purpose. “...anyone could take advantage of you."

"I saw you in the cinema," He continued."you and your so called friend, she certainly had a good time, didn’t she?” He muses, leaning down so his wild grey-ish locks tickle your temple, his breath fanning over your neck as he spoke.

You can’t help but go red at the closeness, there was no doubt he was hot, he was very much your type and when was the last time you had a good fuck? Too long, that was for sure. But this guy was being a real creep! Not to mention scaring you half to death like some sort of twisted predator…

“Such a shame they didn’t invite you along with them.. then again, if they had, I wouldn’t have been able to get you alone like this… so cute, so flushed.. and my.. so easy.” He growls darkly, carding his fingers through your hair, and slowly curling his hand into a fist to grab a handful and yank gently. “Have some fun with me…” You knew this wasn’t an offer, but an inevitable demand, and against your quickly disappearing better judgement, you nodded meekly. Fuck it.

———————

The next few minutes are a blur, as you find yourself naked beneath Shihai, panting and mewling as his mouth works your nipple, sucking and nibbling while his hand massages and kneads your other breast. “K-...Kuro…” You gasp, arching your back and grabbing a fistful of his hair. You throw your head back and pant to the pulsing in your core, deft fingers of Shihai’s free hand thrusting in and out of you while curling them expertly.

The man is ravenous as he attacks that spongey spot inside you, his mouth hotly working up your neck and leaving an all manner of marks in his wake. You let out a guttural moan, writhing underneath his frame, pressing your chest to his and rocking your hips against his fingers, chasing your orgasm like a woman starved.

So Shameless

You weren’t quite sure how he got you to this room so quickly from the city street, no doubt it had to be some weird quirk that came with his abnormal allearance but you were hardly complaining once he stripped you, and himself down and practically threw you onto the bed to jump you.

“So beautiful.. so good for me, little mouse…” he coos, growling shortly after as he notices your body giving him telltale signs of your impending release. “Kuro.. please.. I-I’m..” You whine loudly as he pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, ceasing his administrations in full and repositioning himself above you. “Uh-uh-uh..~” Shihai keens, tutting before capturing your mouth in a lust filled kiss and pressing his tongue to your lips, demanding access. Your pitiful whine of protest offers him the perfect opening as he slides his tongue into your mouth and dominates you entirely, a free hand pushing your hips down to stop your pitiful bucking. “Mmmphhh~” You moan into his mouth, running your hands up and down his chest and ribs, feeling the muscles move and tense and admiring each contraction as he moves to line himself up.

“You only get to cum on my dick, understand~?” His voice is smooth like butter when he breaks the kiss, bringing his hand up to lick your ample juices from his fingers in a lewd display. He nearly moans when he tastes you, eyes fluttering closed as he savours your taste, slowly and teasingly sucking every digit clean. “Oh.. so delicious, little one. I’ll be sure to clean you up properly when we’re done…” He grins, sliding his tongue out of his mouth provocatively, causing you to whimper.

It’s only when you feel his hips move do you realise he had slowly been lining himself up with your dripping entrance, rolling them to push the tip of his leaking cock into your stretched hole, the movement drawing a long, loud moan from you. Fuck, you didn’t even get a good look at it in the heat of things, but fuck if it didn’t feel massive as it slowly stretches you out around the sheer girth.

Shihai hums contently, clearly holding back his sounds in favour of composure and control as he slowly, smoothly, sheaths himself into your heat. The stretch hurts, and is taking a little too long to grow accustomed to as you look up at the stunningly biz are creature above you. You raise a hand to his cheek, admiring his smooth warm skin and slight changes in shade as he grows hotter and hotter from the workout, and you offer the first gentle touch of the night to him, as re-assurance he can move, yes, but also an attempt to connect, and as his eyes dart to you’s, you swear you could see his cheeks reddening a little.

Shihai shakes his head and lowers himself down to bite and nibble at your neck, slowly beginning to rock his hips back and forth. “So.. so tight, you really are a sweet little thing aren’t you” he manages between thrusts that grow in intensity. “Fuck, you’re practically sucking me in, beautiful.” he grunts, a shudder racking his spine as you continue to touch him tenderly.

“A-ahmmm… Kuro!” You groan, breaths becoming an uneven pant, you lean back to give him better access to your neck and guide his hand up to your breast again as you start to move your hips in time with his, lifting your knees to let him hit deeper and deeper inside of you. “I wanna… mmmmphhhh! Shit.. I need to…” you feel the tightness building in your stomach.

The pace quickens and the new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside of you. He’s bracing himself on one hand, and with his other, he’s squeezing and gently teasing your pebbled nipple beneath his fingertips.

“Hahn… gonna cum? Go on… you can do it. Cum all over my cock.”

You throw your head back again and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you with each thrust until your walls clench and contract around his dick, making it twitch and pulse as you both reach your high, coming undone at once.

—————————-

Kuroiro takes surprisingly good care of you after multiple rounds of intense orgasms, he cleans you up with a warm damp cloth, feeds you, and gives you water before you damn near pass out in his bed. As he settles in beside you, scooting up to try and make you roll over so he can spoon you, you reach up to cup his cheek in your hand, your sleepy expression sweet and lazy. “...You’re still a creep..” You murmur gently, causing him to look at you with a little shock. He opens his mouth to retaliate, but you cut him off before he can get a stupid cocky remark in. “...but this was amazing. Do you think next time we could start…. with an actual date?”

His mouth opens again, this time he’s speechless. “Wait.. r-really? You’d.. you’d like to…?”

“Shhhh…” you nod, smiling gently as you roll over and shuffle back into him.

What you’re too tired to notice, is the heat coming from his cheeks, ears, and neck. Shit, he thought if he could just remain in control he wouldn’t become a stammering blushing mess. You weren’t supposed to like him! Nor ask him out!

But you had to be a cute little sweetheart and flip the tables on his plan.

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floralbuckleys · 3 years

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Take It | Buck

♡ Pairing: Evan Buckley/Fem!Reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: Smut

♡ Word Count: 520

♡ Warnings: Daddy Kink, Light Choking, Kinda Dom Buck

♡ Request: vaginal with buck or eddie for sthb?

♡ Summary: A night of passion with Buck.

♡ Note: Here you are anon! My first square marked off for the Sexy Things Happen Bingo! Feel free to request more (though I’m currently working on all my other requests + wips so patience pls :3 anyways, and thank you for reading.

The lewd sounds of moaning and grunting filled the room, simultaneously followed by the loud slap of Buck repeatedly fucking into you, over and over again.

Face buried in your neck, he sucked hickeys into the tender skin, whilst your eyes squeezed shut, you hanging on to him with shaking arms. Wholly overwhelmed as you took the barrage of pleasure he mercilessly gave you.

Your fingers digging into the expanse of his muscled back, and leaving faint scratches in their wake, proof of your desperation.

"That's right, take it all in like a good girl," Buck whispered huskily, his azure eyes roving over the blissfully fucked out expression you wore.

Every angelic moan that slipped past those plush lips of yours pure music to his ears.

"Y...Yes Daddy," you stuttered, eyes now wide open as you threw your head back, crying out in ecstasy as he delivered a particularly punishing thrust.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded gruffly, as he brought his right hand up, and caressed your peppered neck, admiring his work before he curled his hand around it.

"You! Only you!" You gasped out wantonly, reveling in the sensation of his strong hand wrapped around your neck as his cock slid in and out of you.

"Good girl. Now cum for me," he demanded, his grip tightening around your neck just the way he knew you loved as he increased his pace, determined to bring you over the edge.

Without question, you gave in to him, unable to do anything but take the brutal action, your body wholly overwhelmed and lost in Buck, only Buck.

Before you knew it, you were right barreling over the edge, the stimulation too much as you whimpered, eyes practically rolling in the back of your head as your body went limp.

Your boyfriend wasn't far behind, a curse leaving his lips as your pussy gripped his cock like a vise, and just like that, he came fast.

A low purr left your lips at his unraveling, basking in the sensation of his white, milky cum filling you even through your haze.

Pants of exhaustion left you both, as he raised himself up, and gently slid out of you. His gaze filled with satisfaction at the erotic sight of his seed seeping from your pussy in response.

Slowly, he removed his hand from your neck, his eyes filled with love and affection as he gazed at you.

"You alright, darling?" He asked softly, brushing his nose against yours as he began leaving butterfly kisses from your jaw to your neck.

"Mmm, I'm ok," you mumbled, still coming down from the high. Lazily you ran a hand up and down his back, tracing invisible lines.

"I love you," he breathed, smoldering eyes flashing to yours.

Despite having heard it countless times, hearing those three little words from him still caused your heart to skip a beat.

"I love you too." You whispered back softly.

Lips spreading into a smile, he placed two fingers on your chin, guiding you into a languid kiss. Your bodies intertwining as he deepened it, once again getting drunk on the addicting taste of you.

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angelguk · 3 years

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Omg pleaseee write the jock jk playboy bunny costume idea u had 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼😩😩💗💗

lemme do a quick little thing 4 u :)

featuring: oc and jk being dumb lovers, chayoung (the female lead from vincenzo) as seed of doubt, anniversaries and a playboy bunny costume. somewhat mature towards the end but only because jk see's sexy gf and cannot help himself.

This is a stupid idea, so incredibly stupid that you're considering jumping out of the bathroom window right now. A four-storey jump may result in various injuries (or potentially death) but it would be a far more welcomed out come than leaving Jeongguk's bathroom in this stupid costume.

You don't know why you bothered to listen to Chayoung's drunken blabbering. The moment you'd mentioned your upcoming one-year anniversary she's launched into a spiel about how young love never lasts, or how the roots for future foreboding break-ups were planted during the first anniversary. Her words sowed a dangerous seed in your head, one that was nurtured by Jeongguk's sudden distance. You could tell he was stressed, weighed down by the daunting options before him. Coach wanted to push him to try for the national leagues, his parents wanted him to take a step back and focus on his degree, and Jeongguk, after one quiet evening at yours, had confessed he didn't know what he wanted at all. It hurt to see him like this, usually such a sure and confident soul suddenly staggering and lost. But what could you do apart from hold his hand as he walked forward and help him up when he fell? There was nothing else you could offer, you knew his parents and their concerns were sensible but those same concerns made Jeongguk wonder if they ever believed in him in the first place.

So maybe that's why you're doing this, in hopes of rekindling a spark you feel dying and taking Jeongguk's mind away from everything that burdened him – just for one night.

It's oddly quiet in his room. You'd scuttled right into the bathroom the moment you'd picked him up from practise, complaining that you needed to shower before you commenced your usual shared evenings. Jeongguk had just nodded, quiet and mulling, his eyes absent. It had made something twist in your gut. The whole entire day, from the moment you woke up to right now Jeongguk had not mentioned one thing about your anniversary – not even a text or a bouquet no matter how subtly you hinted. It hurt, but it was proof Chayoung was right. And perhaps the only think that could fix this ship before it sunk was her stupid, stupid idea.

You can only stare at yourself in brief swift glances, grimacing every time you catch the reflection of those white ears standing at attention on top of your head. The fluffy tail attached to the back of the costume was making your butt itch too. Even with those criticisms you knew deep down that you looked good... Surprisingly so. The body of the costume was black satin, shimmering under the luminescence of the bathroom lights. It fit perfect over each curve and roll, hugging your waist just right. Coupled with a pair of fishnets and the fact that your boobs looked exceptionally great today (perks of ovulating) you were a sight to behold.

So even if Chayoung is irritating as hell you had to give some props to her.

"Y/N?" The knock that follows it startles you, sending you lurching forward hard enough that your hip bangs against the counter-top.

"Y-yes?"

"Are you okay?" He sounds tired through the wood, weathered away despite his concerns.

"Hmm? Yes, I'm good–I'm good. Just give me a sec."

A pause, you hope you locked the door because normally Jeongguk would have barged in not bothering to knock.

"Okay. Hurry up though I'm hungry and I ordered food. It's here and if you don't come out I'll eat it all."

"Already? It's here?" God, how are you going to disrupt Jeongguk's chicken nights with a playboy bunny costume?

He makes a noncommittal noise. "Yep. So hurry, I'll really eat all of this if you don't come out soon."

The handle burns your palm when you finally grip it, tummy swimming like you've chugged a series of vodka shots. Jeongguk should like this, right? He calls you bunny all the time, even Chayoung had noticed it (hence the horrifying costume you were currently donning). So wouldn’t he like it? And it was a cute little anniversary surprise, at least you were doing something unlike Jeongguk.

You take in one deep last breath, heart pounding in your head, before you twist and handle and swing the door open, a forced sneaky smile slipping onto your lips.

It falls right off the moment your eyes land on Jeongguk's bedroom.

Either he's the fucking Flash or you've been camped in the bathroom for too long because somehow he's managed to turn his messy room into a perfect romantic dinner spot. He's got the lights turned on to a low rouge, lit candles scattered around the place (which is a fire hazard but the warmth blossoming in your heart is ignoring that), a couple cushions on the floor flanking a heart shaped picnic basket where you dinner presumably resides. And then you glance down, something bright bursting in your chest when you see the red petals lining your path from the bathroom right to the picnic set up.

His back is turned to you, his phone in hand which he abruptly presses on. A melody fills the room a moment later, the song low and familiar. You know that song, that's your song.

Jeon Jeongguk will be the death of you.

"Now if–fucking hell." Jeongguk turns before you can stop him, the grin on his lips evaporating when his gaze lands on you

Oh. Oh. You wilt in a second, floundering against the bathroom door frame in a attempt to hide you bare (and bunny costume covered) body.

The silence that follows is unbearable, sinking deep into your gut as guilt rises to the surface. Jeongguk planned all of this and all you did was wear a stupid sexy costume.

"I–" You start, but his brain must of started working at the same time as yours because he catches that sentence with his own statement.

"You–" It's coated with disbelief, and your tongue gets caught in your throat when he exhales heavily, head falling into his hand. You watch with a sore heart as his fingers comb through the loose chestnut curls, tugging and yanking at his scalp as if his brain was falling to pieces.

"Jeongguk," you finally murmur, meekly padding forward, the shame you feel eating you inside out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin this. I'll change just give me a second."

His head snaps up when you say that, gaze sharp, almost terrifying as he surveys. "Why should you change?"

"W-what?"

"I said," he rises then, slowly moving forward as if not to startle you, his eyes never straying from your body. "Why should you change?"

"Because I look dumb," you return. "And I ruined your great anniversary surprise with my stupid one."

You only notice it then, how his jaw ticks, his head tilting to the side slow. Like he's holding himself back.

"You think you look dumb?" The question itself is innocent but the tone Jeongguk delivers it in is not. You can feel the words in your throat clumping together the longer he looks at you like that, his doe eyes different – dark and spilling with something that has you quivering, your eyes shifting away.

"Answer my question." A firm but gentle hand on your chin, guiding your gaze back to his.

"Yes." It's silent in his room, the low hum of the song bleeding into the thumping of your heart against your ribs.

"Why would my baby look dumb wearing a bunny costume? Huh? It's fitting actually, since you are my bunny."

"Yeah," you try and lighten it was a small laugh, noting the way Jeongguk is staring at your lips. "But this was dumb anniversary surprise. Yours is much better."

You see it click in his head then, like he wasn't hearing a single word you were saying before.

"You did this for me?" Jeongguk questions, eyes dipping to your chest.

"Obviously, who else would I do this for."

"No–I meant, this, this is for me? This was meant to be a surprise for me?"

"Yes," you repeat. "I'd do anything for you. Now let me take this silly thing off so we can have dinner first." You twist away then, but Jeongguk snatches you right back, your frame colliding with his solid chest, firm massive arms holding you in place. The squeak that erupts from your lips lands into tight air, a sudden tension thrumming in your veins. Jeongguk's hard against your ass, erection grazing the downy tail attached to the base of the costume. There's a palm placed steady around your neck, trapping you against his while his other hand idly explores, sparking little fires along your skin as it journeys from your chest down to your stomach before settling right between your thighs.

There's nothing in your head except how massive he feels behind you, wandering hand gentle but eager a certain roughness appearing when his lithe fingers press through the fabric, toying with your clothed clit. It's a promise for what's to come, judging by the quiet groan that melts into your skin from his throat as his hips buck into you.

"You don't know what you do to me do you?" It's whispered softly, mimicking the ginger kiss he places on your hollow of your throat.

If you could think sensible words you would speak but right now everything is loud and roaring and words feel to heavy for your tongue. So you hum instead, whimpering when his fingertips circle your clit.

You can feel the smile on his lips. Hear it in what he says next.

"I should show you then, shouldn't I?"

#ask #anon #au: jock!jaykay #ehhhhh #well!!#jungkook x reader #:3 #i hope u lik dis #not edited of course i wrote dis rn

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Trapped

[Disclaimer: This was my first Negan fic ever, originally posted to AO3, my name's LadyMiddlefinger there. I wanted to share this with you here too, so enjoy this smut fest, haha. 😁]

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„Great. Just fucking great!“ I stomped loudly with my foot, unable to stop myself from making no sound. This situation was so fucked up, I just couldn’t believe I got myself into this kind of hell.

„Are you fucking crazy? Stop the damn noise or you’re gonna kill us,“ Negan said through gritted teeth. I could tell he was furious with me. In another situation I would've been afraid of him. But now, well, now I was just mad. At myself. At him. At the damn dead fucks outside of our hiding place. An abandoned gas station, or better said, the back room of it. Secured by a heavy locker Negan had knocked over.

I tried hard to calm myself down, I really did. My breathing was so loud I couldn’t form a coherent thought. We had been on a raid, Negan, myself and a few other Saviors. We had looked for food, gas and other supplies, exploring the area south from the usual route. And then those walkers, a big fucking horde of them, crossed our way. I had no idea how many of us were alive still. I was lucky enough that Negan grabbed my hand and dragged me with him, inside of this place. But now we were trapped. And I wasn’t so sure I really wanted to be trapped with the big bad wolf. Even if I liked working for Negan, he most of the time scared the shit out of me.

„Are you getting off or why do you breath so fucking loud?“ I heard him whisper. I bet Negan had one of those arrogant smirks painted across his face. It was so dark in this room, no window, no light, so I couldn’t see him in all his cocky glory. I rolled my eyes at this thought and his comment alike.

„No, damn you, I’m in panic because we’re stuck here, surrounded by death itself. And it’s fucking dark.“

I heard his leather jacket rustle with his movement. He seemed to make a few steps in my direction, I could make out his frame if I concentrated enough.

„OK doll, so here’s the deal. I will hold you for a bit so you can calm down. And you won’t kill us by freaking the fuck out. The only thing you have to do is shut the fuck up. And don’t tell a soul I hugged you. Understood?“

His voice was deep, bearly above a whisper. Was he serious? Big bad Negan hugging me so I could calm down? This must be a joke of him.

„No shit here, I’m as serious as it gets. I won’t ask again“, he added. I heard him put Lucille down and waited a few more seconds before I whispered a shaky „OK“.

Without hesitation, Negan stepped forward some more, closing his strong arms around me. I hugged him back, inhaling his musky smell of blood, sweat, leather and his usual cologne. He was warm, his heart seemed to beat just a tad faster than usual. He calmed me instantly, I was surprised myself.

We stood there for long moments, breathing in, breathing out. As my heartbeat felt steady enough to speak again. „I never thought you would be a soft guy deep down“, I murmured into his chest.

Immediately he let go of me, though his hands remained on my shoulder, squeezing a bit harder than necessary.

„Excuse the shit outta me? Damn it, I wanted to be a decent guy and you make fun of me. Not cool, sweetheart. Besides…I’m anything but a soft guy. Deep. Down“, Negan whispered back though gritted teeth, emphasizing his words with shallow thrusts of his hips. Damn, since when did this situation turn into…this direction?

I swallowed heavily before speaking again.

„Calm down, Negan. This was meant as a compliment. I liked you hugging me.“ My voice trembled a bit and gave away what I felt. Deep. Down.

„Yeah, I bet you did. You always love to be near me, yeah? Shit, why would you even volunteer in the first place to come with us?“

My eyes, finally used to the dark in this damn locked room, roamed over his face. He looked mischievous, his famous smirk on point, eyes darker than usual. I felt my cheeks turn redder while he stared at me.

„I… I wanted to help, not just sit around like your stupid wives do.“ Shit, this sounded bitter, jealous even. The last thing I wanted him to think of me.

His fingers loosened the grip on my shoulders a bit while he tried to suppress a hearty laugh.

„You are shit at lying, you know that, right? So, Miss Jealous Mealous, why don’t we get this“, he gestured with his hands between us in the air, „out of the way? We need to hide some more until those dead fucks have vanished. If you promise me to keep quiet, I could definitely proof to you how hard our little banter got me. And I bet you’re fucking wet for me, am I right, sweetheart? I can practically smell you. You need to get out of your tight pants and onto my cock, hmm?“

I gasped at his dirty words, he left me speechless. And not only because I wasn’t used to his attention. Also because he was right and I hated myself for getting this turned on this fast.

„Oho, I‘m right, I always am. That’s why I’m the boss.“

„Shut up, Negan.“

„Make me.“

This was enough. I snapped, crashing my body against his strong frame. I needed to get on my tip toes to reach his lips, but when I finally kissed him, God, it was with need I haven’t felt in such a long time. He kissed me back with equal fervor, fighting for the upper hand, nipping at my lower lip. He kissed so sensual and dominant, my knees got weak in an instant. My arms slid around his neck, pressing him down some more while my fingers tried to grab at his leather jacket. And his hands, well…they slid down, down, down, over my ass, up again, before settling on my hips with a possive grip, pulling my center into his crotch.

„Yeah, that’s all for you“, he teased, breathing in some well needed air. „Do you want to touch me, darling? Suck me? Or do you need a hand first…or my mouth? I’m in for all of it.“

With that, his lips descended to nibble at my pulse point, eliciting a low moan out of my throat.

„Touch me“, I whispered, breath hitching when he bit down slightly.

„What was that? I didn’t hear you.“

That bastard…

„I said, touch me, Negan, like you mean it.“

He still didn’t do more than drive me crazy with his mouth and tongue on my neck, so I moaned again and added a desperate „please“.

„That’s what I like to hear“, Negan rasped and backed me into the desk that was located behind me. I sat down immediately and he stepped between my legs.

„Tell me, sweetheart, do you like it vanilla or kinky? I don’t wanna scare the shit outta you, if you know what I mean.“

„For fuck’s sake, do I look like a doll or what?“

That’s when he couldn’t suppress a raspy laugh, getting rid of my trousers simultaneously.

„Yeah, more like a wild cat, ready to swallow me whole“, he winked, pulling my trousers over my legs.

Ugh, I hated his bad jokes. Why did he always have to be so sly?

„I will scratch you if you don’t let go of those sly comments“, I taunted.

„Please do, I can handle getting rough.“

„Do you? Or do you just have a big mouth?“

„Oh, you don’t know what you’re asking for.“

Negan grinned, gripping for my underwear and tearing it off in one swift motion.

I gasped at his boldness and moaned shortly afterwards when his fingers dipped through my folds.

„My oh my, like I’ve said, you’re wet as hell for big old Negan.“

His fingers played with my wetness, teasing me with light touches. Finally he relented and stroked my clit in tight circles, making me buck against his hand.

„So responsive, fuck. That’s so hot.“

It took only moments for him to use his long middle finger to sink into my heat, followed by a second one.

„Oh God“, I moaned, apparently a bit too loud for Negan’s taste. His fingers were gone again in an instant.

„What did I tell you? Be quiet or this little freaky deaky won’t be happening.“

I nodded, unable to say a word.

„Good girl“. He fleshed his teeth and continued his ministrations. He drove me insane with his fingers which he curled in a perfect manner, in and out, faster when I bucked against him, deeper when my eyes closed out if pure bliss.

Only a few precise thrusts later, I tipped over the edge. My moans were swallowed by his hot mouth while his fingers fucked me through my orgasm.

Then they were gone and I opened my eyes again…to the unmistakable dirty image of him licking them clean with a sinister smirk plastered on his lips.

„Oh girl, I need to get a taste from the source real soon. But now I think it’s time for you to thank me for that mind-blowing orgasm of yours, don’t you think?“

„Well, thank you then“, I breathlessly reply.

„That won’t do, no, no. You have to thank me properly.“

My eyes burned a hole into his face, though I couldn’t deny how needy I still was for him.

So I slid down from the desk, well aware of the fact that his eyes followed my movements. I stepped forward and lowered myself to my knees right in front of him. His belts were undone one by one, I made sure to do it slowly and hoped to drive him insane too. Two can play this game.

When his trousers were down his legs, his rock hard cock sprung free. My mouth watered despite my efforts to keep as desinterested as possible.

I grapped him at the base, lightly, before I placed a soft kiss to the head. That was when I heard him moan above me and felt his hand in my hair.

„If you keep torturing me like this I will have to fuck your pretty mouth. So what’s it going to be?“

The head of his cock slipped into my mouth and I began to suck, still not passionate enough for him to find satisfaction.

„Alright, I did warn ya.“

With that he pushed his hips forward, entering my mouth with one swift thrust. I slightly gagged at the intrusion but, and that’s what really disturbed me the most, I got even wetter by being used this way.

„Uhh, darling, relax around me, let me fuck your throat like the dirty girl you are.“

I moaned around him which let him grow harder still. His hand in my hair guided me up and down while his hips kept a steady pace. I bobbed my head too, maybe to show him how needy I was, maybe to gain back a bit more control. I enjoyed this treatment nonetheless.

„Yeah. Just like that, swallow around me.“

I did as he said, looking up to see his eyes glued to my face, mouth hanging open slightly. I couldn’t help but whine around him, not used to being this turned on.

He pulled out then, leaving me gasping for air. One single strand of salvia connected his cock with my lips and just this little detail made me so damn wet.

„Up. Now“, he commanded and I happily obliged.

He stripped himself off his jacket and shirt. His boots were next before he stepped out of his trousers.

I drank him in from head to toe, pulling my own shirt over my head and getting rid of my bra. I wanted to feel his skin against mine.

„You have gorgeous tits, do you know that?“ His voice sounded raw and made me feel all tingly and warm.

He stepped towards me, grabbing both my breasts with his hands, kneeding them. I couldn’t hold back my moan when he pinched my nipples, his mouth claiming mine in a heated kiss.

We tumbled back to the desk, but this time he turned me around and bent me over.

In anticipation of what he had in store I spread my legs for him, waiting for him to enter me. And enter me he did. His cock slid into my cunt in one swift motion and stretched me to the edge.

„Fuckity fuck, you are so incredibly tight“, he commented. I didn’t know if I wanted him to shut the fuck up or continue to torment me with his foul mouth.

His first thrusts were controlled, precise movements which drove me crazy and seemed to push all the right buttons.

„Ohh…fffuck“, I moaned when he suddenly increased the pace and drove into me harder and faster than before. My heart felt like bursting at any moment. I could hear our skin slapping with each movement, I could smell my wetness, his musky sweat. His little grunts drove me mad with lust while his hands on my hips pulled me against him with every forward motions. I had no other choice than to brace myself against the desk and try to match his torturous pace.

„Ahh shit, I need to look at your pretty face“, he exclaimed and pulled out.

The sudden emptiness felt strange, so I whined while he turned me around again, positioning me on the desk. He kissed me like a starving man while he pushed into me again. We moaned into each other’s mouths, continuing where we left off, foreheads pressed against each other.

After a while I couldn’t keep up the upright position, so I layed back, giving Negan full control.

„Beautiful. You look like a fucking piece of art“, he complimented me.

His right hand wandered to my breasts again, squeezing, pinching, kneeding. Then I felt his fingers dancing around my clit, applying some pressure, circling it, pinching it lightly. I completely lost it when I felt his middle finger joining his cock, stretching me further and further. He pumped his finger in tune with his cock in and out of my cunt while his thumb drew tight circles around my clit.

„Oh fuck, Negan…“

„Shh, be quiet“, he taunted. He leaned towards me some more so he could press his left hand over my mouth.

My hands clawed at his arms as his movements turned rougher above me. I couldn’t keep my eyes open as this blissful wave began to build inside of me. I had no other choice than to moan into his hand while he fucked me into oblivion.

„Fucking look at me, look at me while you cum…and… don’t you dare…closing your eyes.“

My eyes shot open in an instant and I lost myself in his gaze. Negan drove himself furiously into me, reaching all the right spots with his forceful thrusts while his finger did the same, stretching me, fucking me. It took a few more seconds before I couldn‘t take the building tension anymore and came around his cock. I screamed into his hand as my eyes were fixed on his.

„Fucking…shit…“, he exclaimed in a low voice and pulled out shortly afterwards. He pumped himself to completion and came with low grunts on my lower stomach and cunt.

It was so hot in this damn room, particularly after our coupling, so we tried to calm and cool us down by leaning against each other, not moving, just breathing.

„Hell, sweetheart, who knew you had such a delicious…“

„Don’t you dare saying it, Negan“, I taunted but he wouldn’t listen. Of course not. He was Negan.

„…pussy.“ His grin spread over his handsome face. He looked relaxed and absolutely glorious with that sweat across his muscular body.

„The next time something like this happens, I will let you pay, you smug bastard“, I retorted with a smile on my face.

„Oh I can’t wait, sweetheart. I can’t fucking wait. But for now, let’s get outta here and bash in some walker‘s heads.“

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 17- Bad Times In Madripoor

Summary: With Sharon Carter of all people as your new tour guide through the wild west city of Madripoor. Yourself, Bucky, Sam, and Zemo are on the hunt to find the man responsible for re-creating the super soldier serum.

Warning: fighting, blood

Masterlist

Following Sharon’s lead into the beautiful interior of her place in High Town, Madripoor. Your eyes trail around the advanced designs of glass and metal, neon lights of dull blues, greens, and pinks lighting up the darkened apartment as you four follow the blondes lead.

“Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well.” Muses Sam as his dark eyes trail all around Sharon’s admittedly luxurious place.

“I thought if I had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much I’ll get for a real Monet?”

Sam smirks, “Deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monets.” A baby spy, huh Sam, the fact that he doesn’t know about all the underground shit that goes on with the real stuff does amuse you a little bit.

“No.” She means real.” Explains Zemo, “This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh....Classics.” Sam gives him a curious glance as he follows Sharon across the room before he stops to study the rare artworks.

“It’s true.” You add while walking past him, “You know, half the artwork in museums like Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this.”

“Okay, guys, I see what you’re doing. You’re more worldly than good old Sam.” Jests Sam while taking out his phone to gain some proof of this interestingly new information when Bucky wanders past him before muttering. “Yeah. What’s google say?”

Sam’s eyes find the truth via google as he sends the back of Bucky a surprised look, “No shit.”

You playfully nudge Bucky, “Huh, no shit.” He snorts in amusement while Sam throws you an annoyed look.

“Okay don’t start this with me you two, I know how you are.”

“And how are we.” Says Bucky with air quotes just to further annoy Sam.

“Yeah..” You add, “We’ve never done anything bad in our entire lives.....ever.”

Sam stands there for a moment, just blinking as he purses his lips together, “Right.” He nods, “You two have never done anything bad. Not once.”

“Yup.” Chides Bucky with a telling smirk as you begin to chuckle at that when Sharon turns around to face the three of you.

“You guys need to change. I’m hosting clients in an hour.” Notes Sharon before leading the way through yet another doorway.

“People.” Mutters Bucky while he walks by your side, “I don’t wanna meet anyone else.”

“Not even one person?” You ask.

“No.”

“What if they have a cool hairstyle?”

“Still no.”

“oh, come on. We could learn a thing or two about this place Buck.”

He huffs, “I’ve learned all I care to know, we got shot at yesterday. Did you forget that?”

“Pffffff...so we met some bad apples.” You muse, “Maybe they were having a bad day.”

“We had a bounty on us.”

You snicker at his bluntness, “Maybe they saw Zemo. I don’t blame them for shooting then. Bounty or no bounty.”

“Okay....that’s fair.”

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After Sharon ushered your rag tag crew of four into her admittedly luxurious estate, you and Bucky soon found proper outfits aside from the more stylish tactical gear you were previously wearing as Hydra’s Hellcat, supposedly protecting Baron Zemo, well, at least under the guise of it.

Now, you’re thankfully out of the wild streets of Madripoor and seated comfortably next to Bucky who stares stoically at some far wall painting while Sam stands shirtless from behind you two, in search of a shirt. “What’s going on Sharon?” Asks Sam like a concerned brother, “You don’t ever wanna come back?”

She wanders next to the couches armchair, setting her brown leather jacket down for later usage, “They’ll lock me up if I step foot back in the States. Madripoor doesn’t allow extradition.”

Sam turns to face the blonde as she glances out the window, “Look, sorry I didn’t call, but after The Blip and the chaos, I just...”

She raises a brow at Sam, “You know the whole hero thing is a joke, right? The way you gave up that shield, deep down, you must know it’s all hypocrisy.”

Zemo hums, “He knows. And not so deep down.”

She nods in understanding before a small smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, “By the way, how is the new Cap?”

“He’s a dickhead.” You deadpan with an honest shrug.

Bucky makes a telling face, “Don’t get me started.” Telling Sharon everything she needs to know with both yours and Bucky’s blunt reactions. Yeah, he’s no Steve unfortunately.

She scoffs before wandering around to find a seat on the same couch, blue eyes focused on Bucky as she smirks yet again, “Please. You buy into all the stars and stripes bullshit? Before you were his pet psychopath, you were Mr. America! Cap’s best friend.”

Bucky watches as she plops herself across the curved couch from you two, “Wow. She’s kind of awful now.” Mutters Bucky with a stoic expression as you hum in amusement. “I like her now.” Earning an eye roll from Bucky who thought you’d be on his side. Being a tough woman from a rough world never meant you girls would stay kind. And anyways, as much as you love and side with Bucky on almost everything, she’s not wrong. Which does amuse you.

“Well, this she-fox and her companions have taken the serum.” You vouch with a nod, “So, we’re stuck down here for some real answers.”

Sharon shakes her head at your bout of information, “You guys really should steer clear of all of this for your own safety.”

“We know it’s a risk,” You quickly implore, “but we won’t leave until we find the one who cracked the code. This world doesn’t need anyone else like us running around and acting like they can do whatever they want just because they’re stronger then the average human...or, some intelligent nutcase with the means and skill to create the serum.”

“We got a name actually. Wilfred Nagel.” Adds Bucky while Sharon’s face shifts into a concerned frown. She soon gets up from her seat before sauntering over to the minibar near Zemo, “Nagel works for the Power Broker.”

“We need your help, Sharon.” Says Sam, “I can get your name cleared.”

With drink in hand, she turns to face him, “You haggling with my life?”

Sam frowns, “Not like that.”

“I don’t buy that. You’re pretending like you can clear my name.”

“Okay, maybe it is hypocrisy. Maybe you’re right. What happened to you. But I’m willing to try if you are.” Counters Sam as he points a thumb at you two on the couch, “They cleared the bionic staring machine, and he killed almost everybody’s he’s met.”

“I heard that.” Mutters Bucky as Sam continues to try and convince Sharon, “I mean, they even let the worlds most messed up science experiment turned assassin into America, and she’s technically Russian so...they could let you in.”

“I also heard d’at.” You mutter bluntly through your obvious European accent. Science experiment? Okay Sam. Sharon’s eyes darting from you to Sam. “I don’t trust charity.”

“Alright, deal then. You help us out, and I get your name cleared.” Proposes Sam as Sharon takes a drink before begrudgingly agreeing to this new proposition.

“Well, I sell to some pretty connected people. Lay low, blend in, enjoy the party.” Advises the blonde as she makes her way over to the small staircase before turning to give one last piece of advice, “Try to stay out of trouble. I’ll see what I can find.”

Zemo hums in amused, “Trouble.” In slight mockery of Sharon’s doubts on your group while you quickly rise to your feet, eyeing up the man as he takes another sip.

“Shut up.”

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Dealing with the flashy lights, sweaty bodies, and endless noises brought upon by the clubs rich high end crowds. Sharon was finally able to find a proper lead taking you to some cargo port on the edge of Madripoor where this Nagel guy should be living. Wherever the hell he is.

Sharon leads the way in front. Sam, Bucky, and Zemo ahead of you as your wary eyes trail around the metal cargo vessels to either side of you all. You don’t trust Zemo in the slightest and don’t adheredly like the current surroundings, so you’re taking the back to keep watch for any suspicious activity.

“Madripoor could give New York a run for its money. They know how to party.” Jokes Sam as everyone trails after Sharon who’s tracking this guys lab with her phones GPS system while she adds, “With that bounty on your head, the longer you’re in Madripoor, the less likely you’re ever leaving.” If that ain’t the truth.

Turning another corner, she points her phone towards a giant metal cargo box positioned further down the rows of various others, “All right. He’s in there. Container four-two-six-one.” Your eyes quickly find it as as she continues, “I’ll watch while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry. We’re on borrowed time.” Warns Sharon who gives the four of you com pieces for your ears. More efficient communication, that’s definitely needed in a place like this.

Taking the small device, you stick it into your ear as she begins walking in the opposite direction, soon out of sight as Sam leads the way to the large metal shipment container, “Hey, Sharon. You sure this is the right one?” Questions Sam on the coms when Sharon answers right back that this is the correct one indeed.

This place practically smells like illegal activity.

Sam takes a wary glance inside before slowly entering, Zemo right after. Your ears suddenly catch the sounds of running footsteps further away down by the loading area, immediately you press a hand against Bucky’s shoulder just as he goes to take a step inside. His eyes flash to yours in a second, “What’s wrong?”

“We’re not alone.” You mutter, “I’ll stay back okay? Just get this shit over with before I have to hurt anyone.” Bucky’s brows furrow, face shifting like he’s about to protest though his eyes soften when he sees how confident you are in your statement. He knows you can handle anything.

“Okay. Be safe.”

“You too.”

You watch as he gives the flash of a smile before turning around and following Sam and Zemo further into the large cargo container. You stay a couple moments longer and watch as the Sokovian flicks on a flashlight before messing with the back wall when the rippled metal gives way to a secret door. And with that do you shut the front of the metal container, giving an inch of light into the partially closed space to somewhat cover their tracks.

Now to deal with these bounty hunters.

Wandering a short ways to the right, you follow the new sounds of strained grunts and guns falling to the ground when you catch a glimpse of some movement down a row of cargo containers to your immediate left. Racing in that general direction, you take notice of several men dressed in various dark clothing. All sporting some kind of gun with them.

The first one takes immediate notice of you and soon raises his assault rifle just as you make haste across the short enclosed distance to him. Fortunately, you’re able to reach his side before he’s able to shoot. Instead, you unsheathe your claws, slicing his gun into three parts before kicking his whole body into the giant metal boxes. Knocking him out cold.

A second later his friend sends a bullet straight through your upper chest with the aid of his pistol but is quickly disabled when you fight through the pain to break both his arms, not giving enough of a shit to look back and see if he’s able to do anymore damage. The sounds of his agonized whimpers all that you need to keep moving forward and onto the next three bounty hunters hell-bent on getting that cash.

Not today.

You dodge behind the metal container as bullets rain down upon the steel and cement ground, though you soon snatch up a fallen pistol by your feet before whipping around to land a bullet into the hands of the men hunting you four. They drop their weapons, screaming in pain as blood pours from out of their damaged hands.

Tossing the gun to the side, you quickly walk over to them to finish the job. By now they’re on their knees, cradling their broken and blooded hands to their chests like little children who’s favorite toy has been broken. The first mans eyes go wide when you approach him, words nothing but pleads for mercy when you crack him across the temple without a second thought.

He falls to the ground unconscious when you do the same to his friend. Though the third one spits a slew of insults, venom dripping off his tongue while he scoots away from your wolfish form. “No! No! Stay back you fucking bitch!” Screams the furious man in desperation as blood seeps out from his closed fist, you give him a stern glare before using the ulnar side of your fist to shut him up.

Smack!

He drops slack against the ground with a palpable thud, skull most certainly cracked though he’s sure to make it out alive when he wakes up later on. Shit! Sharon! The sounds of her labored grunts mixed with gunfire alert you into action once more, this new area beacon the cause of your haste down more lumbering cargo until you reach the source of her struggle.

She’s currently battling with a man for control over a pistol, and by the looks of it, she’s handling her own pretty damn well too. Thwack. Thwack. White hot pain shoots through your right back scapula, another bout of intense pain spreading up from your lower right rib cage behind you.

“Fuck.” You seethe through clenched teeth as the silent bounty hunter pulls on your jackets hood, he draws his blooded tactical knife straight for your exposed neck to finish the job but is swiftly met by your body twisting out of his grasp like a crocodile in a death roll.

Taking this precious moment of freedom, your right claws come out of your balled up fist, shining beautifully in the clouded light before slicing three clean lines across his left arm. The knife drops to the cement as his screams of agony fill your ears, blood spurting everywhere in the aftermath.

“ah shit.” You mutter, grimacing at your handiwork that’s making a bloody Pollack painting all over the wet ground, “oh that looks....that looks bad, sorry......uh, I hope you weren’t left handed.” He moans in response; you purse your lips together in disgust, eyes flashing over to the decapitated arm before taking a step to leave. You didn’t kill him, he’s gonna be okay.......probably.

Probably.

“What the fuck?!” Gasps Sharon breathlessly as you whip around to face her, red dots scattered across your face as you watch her wide eyes glance from the groaning man with visible lack of an arm to your face and slowly down to your blood coated Adamantium claws.

“It was a reaction.” You quickly protest as she sends you a doubtful look, “He’ll be fine. Come on we’ve got bigger problems.” You urge as she nods in understanding, quickly jogging ahead as she leads the way to the metal cargo container.

Soon you’re both through the door and into the bright lab you go, “Guys, we’re seriously out of time here.” Rushes Sharon as you trail in right on her heels just as a loud shot rings into the small space. What in the..

“No!” Shouts Sam as he quickly disarms Zemo, pushing the Sokovian against a grated metal wall as Sharon looks at the dead man in bewilderment. “What did you do?” She rasps just as an explosion rocks the lab, causing the five of you to forcibly fall to the ground just as fire bursts from its source. Red emergency lights flashing obnoxiously as smoke and more hot flames gather your attentions from the opposite side of the small lab.

Sucking in a needed breath, your vision goes fuzzy from the harsh impact to the tiled flooring just as a familiar stubbled face kneels down at your side. He pulls a piece of glass out of your shoulder before cradling your head in his metal arm, “Y/N are you okay?!” Stresses Bucky as your eyesight regains it’s bearings along with the rest of you, “Babe we gotta go!”

“M’fine....I’m fine..just..help me up.” Bucky’s strong arms pull you to your feet now, he holds you steady for a second before the two of you quickly follow Sharon and Sam to the exit just as the rest of the lab explodes.

Reaching daylight, you’re greeted by the blaring sounds of gunfire when Bucky yells, “All right! Wait for my signal!” Bullets raining down as Sam races towards the right, “Damn it!” Complains Bucky as he ducks to avoid getting shot in the face.

“I don’t have a fucking gun!” You shout angrily as the three of them shoot at the bounty hunters, you crouch down lower before making your way over to Sharon and Sam, “And you like living here?” These people are insane!

“It’s not terrible.” Replies Sharon as she shoots at more bounty hunters, both her and Sam ignoring your existence as they take out as many foes as possible. Left to your frustrations, Bucky randomly crouches next to your side from seemingly out of nowhere.

“I thought we were going left?!” Counters Bucky at Sam while never ending gunfire sounds in the foreground.

“You went the wrong way!”

“I was clearing the way!”

“I came out first. You had to follow me!”

“And where are we now?!”

“Guys, not the time!” You shout from in between them.

“This is a barricade!” Yells Bucky, both himself and Sam clearly ignoring you at this point.

“It’s in every action movie!” Adds Sam when some man in a purple mask shoots a pipeline, a massive explosion of fire and gas emitting in the aftermath. Fuck all this fire. The masked man doing well to take out a couple bounty hunters before jumping from his perch to take out the remaining three. Zemo. You know it’s him without a doubt in your mind, who knew he could kick some ass too. He’s still an asshole though, you think bitterly, despite his actual attempt at helping a tense situation for once.

“Come on!” Urges Sharon as she gets up and books it towards another alleyway of sorts, gunfire sounding in the background as the four of you race across the damp cement for the safety of anywhere else but here.

Soon you’re able to make some ground before Zemo of all people shows up in a getaway car, infamous smirk upon his mischievous face as he greets you all, “Supercharged.” He smiles. Little shithead.

“You’re going back to jail.” Argues Sam as the Baron practically rolls his eyes. “Do you want to find Karli or not?”

“He’s right.” You begrudgingly admit as much as it pains you so, “We need him. And there’s three of us, and at least 20 of them.” You add, wandering to the opposite backseat of Bucky who’s taking the front.

Sam keeps standing as he eyes up Zemo, “Fine. But if you try that shit again...”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Finishes the Baron as Sam gets into the backseat, sitting to your right while Sharon stays her ground.

“Well, that was one hell of a reunion.”

“Come back to the States with us.” Pleads Sam.

“I can’t. Just get me that pardoned you promised me.” Nods Sharon before walking elsewhere, finding her own way back and away from the prying hungry eyes of the bounty hunters still trying to find where you’re all hiding.

Sam says his thanks to a retreating Sharon before finally sitting down in his seat. Brows furrowed as he assesses his new cramped situation, “You’re not gonna move your seat up, are you?”

“No.” Deadpans Bucky. It’s almost like this has happened before. oh wait.

——

Laying on the decently hard cushions of Zemo’s private jet, you listen to the conversation happening away from you as Sam thinks about all the shit Sharon had to go through to get her to this point, a frown on his face as he continues his rant, “And Nagel, referring to the American test subject like Isaiah wasn’t even a real person. Just makes me wonder....how many people have to get steamrolled to make way for this hunk of metal.”

“Well, it depends on who you ask. That hunk of metal saved a lot of lives.” Counters Bucky to Sam’s previous statement about the shield.

Sam nods, “Yeah, I get that. All right. Maybe I made a mistake.”

“You did.”

“Yeah. Maybe I should have put it in a museum. I should have destroyed it.”

“Look, that shield represents a lotta things to a lotta people, including me. The worlds upside down, and we need a new Cap, and it ain’t gonna be Walker. So if you destroy it, I’ll take it from him myself.” Sam’s keeps silent for a moment to think Bucky’s words over, but before he’s able to respond his phone buzzes with an incoming call from Torres.

A couple moments later Zemo walks in with some pastries on two separate plates just as Sam gets off the phone, “They found Madani.....Dead. She died in Riga, a city near the Baltic sea.”

“I have a place we can go.” Adds Zemo as he leans back in his seat, “I, for one, am looking forward to coming face to face with Karli. Oeznik, we’re changing the course.” Commands the Sokovian as the three of them settle themselves in for the long flight ahead.

You get a couple minutes of peace on the back couch before a certain someone gets up from his seat to tap your legs, understanding exactly what he wants, you move yourself into a seated position and watch as he plops himself onto the couch next to you. Closing his tired eyes for a brief moment before opening them to look over at you, “How’r you feeling?” Asks Bucky, taking notice of the tiny red flecks that dust your cheeks from what you did earlier that day in Madripoor to some unlucky bounty hunters.

Shrugging, you scoot yourself over closer to him, “My jacket is useless now. I’m gonna need a new one.”

“Why’s that?”

“Some guy stabbed me twice and now there’s two holes in it. So, not very fashionable.”

Bucky hums, face shifting into a deep frown as he moves his left hand to take your fingers with his, “You got hurt.”

You nod, “I did. Nothing I couldn’t handle, Sharon needed me anyways.”

Bucky’s eyes dance from over to a snoozing Sam and oblivious Zemo before returning back over to you, “Come’r Y/N.” Whispers Bucky as he pulls you flush against his broad chest. “It’s been a long couple days....and I, I uh...”

“Miss me?” You tease.

He snorts out a breathy laugh, one hand squeezing your side affectionately as he presses a kiss into your hair, “Yeah. Guess I just missed this.....just being with you. I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t say getting stabbed or shot is a fun time..”

“You got shot too?”

“Just a tiny bullet, in and out so fast I barely even felt it.” You did feel it, and it hurt a lot. “Honestly I didn’t even notice till after.”

“Jeez Y/N.” Worries your sweet lover as he pulls you onto him while laying himself fully onto the long couch, “You gotta be more careful.”

“I would but we’re currently on the hunt for some crazy super soldiers. But I’ll try, if it means you’ll worry less for your indestructible girlfriend.”

Bucky chuckles, “Good. I really need you around because Sam can be insufferable at times.”

“I know. Now, go to sleep. We’re both gonna need it. Hopefully Zemo’s place has a big comfy bed for us.”

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