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petew21-blog · 15 hours ago

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Homophobic gym teacher

I hate PE. I hate it so freaking much that I’d rather have history with Mr. Douglas every day than to run in front of Mr. Mills every day. He hates me, ever since I came out as gay at school I received mostly good feedback from others. Even my bullies were kinda nice about it. Thank God I live in the twenty first century. But one person didn’t really take It well.

I browsed through his instagram a few times. And while I looked for the perfect photo of him flexing his biceps, showing his abs or anything that would help me for my jerk off session, I found out that he was quite hardcore republican. How a person like this could get into education is beyond me.

As always I finished jerking off while looking at his regular bathroom gym photo. Man, what I would give to fuck him. Why do jerks always have the perfect body?

My phone buzzed. I snapped back into reality. Jack, my friend who is also gay, but not out yet, texted me.

“Hey, are we gonna ditch school tomorrow? I can’t hear any more of that Mills bullshit while we climb the rope”

“We’re gonna be rope climbing? Ah fuck me. He’s gonna be insufferable.”

“My thoughts exactly. So? Are we skipping school?”

“I can’t man. I gotta keep up my attendance after missing so many days thanks to Mr. Mills”

Next day, 2:29 PM

I stood next to the rope, waiting for Jake to finish his turn. Mr. Mills stood below him, screaming. Jake couldn’t get to the top. Mr. Mills told him to get down and screamed at him some more. What an asshole. It was my turn. The bell rang. “Fuck yeah. No more rope climbing for me.” My classmates, me included, turned to head to the lockers.

Mr. Mills: ”González? Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Me: ”Sir, the class is over and it’s Friday.”

Mr. Mills: ”The class is over when I say it is over. Get on the fucking rope and stop talking back at me. The rest of you can leave.”

I got close to the rope. I grabbed it and squeezed the rope between my feet. I started pulling myself up and immediately felt the pain of lifting myself. I knew I was weak, I didn’t really need some wannabe teacher slash gym freak to remind me and scream at me what a lazy piece of shit I am. I tried to ignore him. I gave myself a goal to just finish it and leave, but Mr. Mills stood directly below me to comment on my fat ass slowing me down.

I was almost at the top, a wave of happiness swept over me. “Shit, I’m gonna make it!”

And right then I slipped. And instead of locking my feet, I just let go off the rope.

THUD

“I survived. Fuck. I fell from the freaking rope. My head was hurting so hard. My head? But I thought that I fell on my back? Ahhh the pain.”

I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry from the fall. I tried blinking several times and my vision was slowly getting better. I lifted my arm to grab on my head, but as I did it didn’t feel right. I looked at my arm. It was bigger. As in full of muscles.

“What the hell?” I said out loud, but instead of my young squeaky almost too feminine voice a low baritone came out of my throat.

“How the fuck…?!” I looked to my left. There was my body getting up from the ground

Me: ”Mr. Mills?”

Mr. Mills: ”Ah you gotta be fucking kidding me?! Is that you González?”

Me: ”I… Yes. How… How did this happen?” Mr. Mills: ”Does it look like this happens to me a lot?”

Me: ”But… it’s scientifically impossible”

Mr. Mills: ”I bet this was caused by those covid vaccines to make you immigrant fags take over our lives.”

Me: ”Yeah… right. Cause everyone wants to be a stupid republican”

Mr. Mills: ”Shut your mouth or…” he was interrupted by the janitor telling us to leave so he can lock the school. Mr. Mills gave me his car keys and I gave him instructions how to find my locker. We decided to meet each other in his car and to figure out what to do after that.”

After many unsuccessful attempts I found his Chevrolet and entered the passenger’s seat. Few moments later, I realized that I’m gonna be the one driving so I switched seats and got behind the wheel for the first time in my life. His car was amazing, it smelt great and was clean. How should I even drive this thing? I don’t drive a car. I’ll get us into trouble.

I stopped overthinking about the car. “I am in my teachers body. The one who bullied me almost every day. I am an adult male.” I looked into the rearview mirror. “Fuck, I am in one of the hottest man’s body around. And I am wasting it just worrying here. I flexed and squeezed my new biceps. Fuuuck. It’s so huge. I checked if no one else was around and lifted up my shirt.

“Oh my gooood” I slammed my head into the seat. “This is so hot!”

My new abs and pecs now uncovered were the most perfect ones I have ever seen. The ones I jerk off to every night before sleep. And now it’s here. All for me.

I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Mills in my body approaching the car. And behind him ran Jake. They entered the car.

I tried to improvise: „Why is your friend here?”

Jake: „Holy shit. So it is true. Mr. Mills would never react so calm. Is that really you in there, Daniel?”

I turned at Mr. Mills who now had a very irritated face. “I didn’t say anything, he figured it out.”

Jake: „I didn’t believe it at first, but Daniel never swears like this. And your vocabulary isn’t exactly rich so I knew really quickly where I heard the phrases before. Damn, I’m good. So? What are we gonna do? We should test it out somehow. Shit, Daniel you should get drunk tonight!”

Mr. Mills: „No! There won’t be no drinking, touching or anything with my body. This is definitely temporary and we will be back by tomorrow morning.”

Me: „If you think so…”

I drove Jake and my body home. Mr. Mills had to give me a speed course of driving, but his muscle memory helped me out way more than I thought. We set up some ground rules. No drinking, no drugs, no permanent changes to our bodies, no photos and no sex. He left the car while saying something about a fag in his body, but I couldn’t care less anymore. I speeded to get to his house asap.

I didn’t really explore the house as much when I arrived. I went straight to where I thought was the bedroom and immediately started taking off my clothes. His black speedo was PACKING and getting tighter every minute, but I really wanted to make this first exploration as perfect as possible. I lifted up the shirt, touching my new hairless and fatless stomach. I flexed and sets of abs appeared. I touched every last one of them. My hand continued up to my new large pecs.

“God damn, Mr. Mills. These are some perfect man titties.” I squeezed them. They looked so tight in all the photos, but when I wasn’t flexing them, they were quite soft. Must be amazing to lay on these. I played with them some more before taking off my shirt and releasing my new hairy pits. I took a long whiff off them. “I smell like a proper MAN now!” I licked it as well, enjoying the salty taste of Mr. Mills’s pits. I looked at myself in the mirror. My new dick was hard as a rock and waited for me to take care of it.

I headed to the shower and turned on a hot water. “Your body is probably not used to a hot water, am I right, Mr. Mills? I bet you are one of those cold water freaks who bathe in the icy waters.” I hated his voice before, but right now as I was controlling it, I began to like it so much.

The water poured all over my large body, from the perfect face, over my massive pecs, hairless abs and right to my beautiful dick. “Nice dick, Mr. Mills!” I said and chuckled over the fact that I just said that.

I suddenly got a mischievous idea. I came out of the shower and texted Jake.

Jake: „I can’t believe I’m doing this. I am just squeezing Mr. Mills’s pecs and touching his abs. Can you believe it, Daniel?”

Me: „It’s wild, right? But I got an idea. Wanna make it more interesting?”

Jake: „Interesting how?”

Me: „Stop touching me you lazy fag” I said in an authoritative voice and Jake moved his hands away from me quickly.

Jake: „Why did you do that? I got scared.”

Me: „I bet you are scared, you little fag. I know you just came over so that you could jerk off you little dick and watch me enjoy myself.”

Jake: „Daniel?”

Me: „Daniel won’t save you right now. You will do as I say. Ok?”

Jake finally caught up to my roleplay scenario and started acting as well. And by the look of his face I knew that he was really into it.

Jake: „Yes, Mr. Mills. I will do whatever you say.”

I sat down on the couch watching. “I want you to admire my body and say how hot I am and how horny it makes you.”

Jake got his hands on MY body and got a bit nervous: „You have sexy abs, Mr. Mills.”

Me: „You think that’s enough? That they are just sexy?”

Jake: „I think they’re the hottest abs I have ever seen”

Me: „How about my biceps. You like them?”

Jake: „They are SO big. I want you to squeeze my head in them. I want to lick your armpit hair. I want to kiss you.”

Me: „That’s a good boy. How about you show me how good you are, you fag?”

I moved his hands over to my new hard crotch.

Jake smiled and licked his lips

I fucking love being in this body.

And I bet Jake’s ass is gonna love this body even more.

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circeyoru · 2 days ago

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Love Trial _ Part 4

[Sung Jinwoo x High School Ex-Lover!Reader]

Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 ― Part 4 (here) ― Part 5

“They’re together again.”

“I say they make a good couple.”

“Aren’t they just so cute together?”

“Wish I had a boyfriend too…”

“They’re lucky to have much other~”

You and Jinwoo were the talk of the school whenever the two of you walked together on school grounds, whether it was going to school together cause you two lived close or walking through the hallways together to head to the cafeteria for lunch. Both of you brushed off the rumours in the beginning, you two were close friends, nothing else.

Then one day, Jinwoo asked, “What are we exactly?”

“Humans.” You answered without missing a beat, even though you were reading your favourite novels instead of studying for finals.

“I don’t mean that!” Jinwoo exclaimed, but caught himself by the evident redden face from his outburst. He cleared his throat and elaborated, “I mean, our relationship. We’re close, but are we just best friends?”

“Excuse you,” You glared at him after leaning down your book, “We are childhood best friends. Mind you, my friendship is one you can’t just get off the streets, mister.”

That seemed to make Jinwoo chuckle, momentarily averting from the serious topic. You tend to do that, but humour was something he liked about you. Oh. “I think I like you.”

“I like you too, if I didn’t we wouldn’t be friends.”

“As more than a friend, I mean.” Jinwoo shyly corrected you, “What I want to say is I love you.”

You blinked at him and squinted your eyes. “That’s so random, you’re not doing it by the steps.” You showed him your novel, “See, if you truly love someone the way I see it, you need to time the perfect moment and set the mood.”

“Oh…”

“Always.” It was your turn to clear your throat, you raised your book upright to continue reading it. “Back to studying.”

“You’re not even reading the textbook or reference books…”

“Hush! Mind your own business.” While Jinwoo did so, your mind went elsewhere. Being in love and being loved was something you wanted, but you questioned whether you were actually in love with Jinwoo in that way. Novels and films wrote love to be so clear and obvious, but in reality, it never was that easy.

Since that day, you began to subtly look at Jinwoo differently. His little quirks, his little flaws, his little joys. Everything. You knew then when your heart was always at peace with him and you longed for him by your side, that was love. Though, you didn’t know how Jinwoo saw you after that conversation. You assumed he saw you the same way since he learned from his mistake and popped you that question to move onto the next step in your relationship.

How naive.

Following your confrontation with Jinwoo, your picture of him as the stone-faced, strongest, and most impenetrable Hunter somehow changed to that of an abandoned puppy―if that made any sense.

If someone were to ask you to name the most desperate person in your life, you’d pick this guy who snuck into your lecture hall and boldly sat next to you, even innocently writing down short sentences in a notepad before ripping the pages and passed them to you. You were a diligent student, so you were paying attention in your studies and marked down notes. Needless to say, you were using learning as an excuse to ignore Jinwoo.

To the point that one side of your arm was covered in pieces of paper from Jinwoo. Luckily, it was not your dominant side, else you would have called off Jinwoo ages ago. The messages ranged from mundane ’are you free after this lecture’ to ’can I get you a drink’. Now why weren’t you doing anything like an outburst or trying the usual tricks?

It was mostly due to the aftermath of your rooftop conversation. Yes, you did draw an obvious bolded thick line between the two of you and told him you want nothing to do with him. Yes, you did say you’re leaving things in the past and opted to enjoy your present life than wallow in anguish. However! Jinwoo took it as an opportunity to start over.

Just as you were leaving, he confidently and boldly proclaimed, “Give me some time! I’ll prove I’m serious about you. I know I have no excuse for what I did to you and I know nothing can wash away this slate. But. I want to show you I have seen the error in my ways and want to change.” His voice shook in a way that made your heart ache for it reminded you of the old days when you two were your real carefree selves with each other. “Please, give me a chance and don’t push me away.”

And guess what, you caved and gave him a chance. The only thing you never accounted for was Jinwoo approaching you at any given opportunity. He was almost around you for 27/4, wait you got that wrong, 24/7. Yes, that’s right. See how he has affected you… You can’t even get the time right because he was just always there. Respectfully keeping his distance when you had company, but there all the same.

“I brought you something to drink.” Jinwoo popped up out of nowhere when you were just sitting in the lecture hall waiting for the class to start.

“Can I sit here?” A stray Jinwoo just approached you while you were on the bench resting.

“It’s going to rain and you don’t seem to have- Oh, I thought you didn’t have an umbrella and waited for you…” Jinwoo awkwardly chuckled when you gave him the deadpanned face and opened an umbrella right before his eyes, you went first into the rain but then Jinwoo soon joined your side, “Let’s walk together to the station then.”

There were so many more that you can’t even remember it all…

“He’s at it again…” Jong-In chuckled as he sat next to you, “When are you going to announce our break-up? I feel like I’m third wheeling when he’s around.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing in frustration and annoyance. “We can ‘break up’ only if it’s what you want. Not for that insufferable guy…”

“I never seen you this mad and indifferent to someone… What exactly did he do to you?” Jong-In questioned half-heartedly, knowing you wouldn’t enlighten him with your answer or story. He added when you had that look in your eyes, “Hey, we’ve been together―as friends―for a long time and I know how your moods are. Whatever he’s done wrong to you, I think you’re trying to forgive him too.” He chuckled as he commented, “Well, more like you’re putting him through trials of love. You know, to prove himself?”

“...”

“You don’t want to be hurt again, don’t you?”

You weakly nodded―mentally at least. All of this was so exhausting to you. If only Jinwoo had went for Cha Hae-In like he did in his past life… Then everything would been perfect and you could move on with time.

You glanced over to the door, particularly the glass that gave you a peek of the outside, Jinwoo’s arm was there in view. Even after you told him you didn’t want to see him. You heard Jong-In’s remark, “At least our professor banned him from the lecture hall, no disturbance for the prized student and you get some time and space away from him.”

You turned back to your lecture notes, a tiny―very tiny―upward curl at the corner of your lips. “Stupid dummy…”

Note: The last part will be uploaded tomorrow on Valentine's Day~ My treat to you since this one is quite short~ Spoiler, there's a bit of angst, but it's a fluff end. No worries. Not breaking any hearts.

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frownyalfred · 1 day ago

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Unmasking regular Batman bc of Arkham Prince Bruce is so juicy but I’ve honestly been thinking that the whole AP!JL would spend five minutes in Batman’s presence and put together calculated intelligence + martial arts master + angry Gothamite with a really nice jawline and figure it out. Like Clark and Barry investigate things for a living, J’onn’s telepathic (he recognizes the Inner Bat-Turmoil from fifty meters), and the rest of them are hardly stupid! But that creates so much potential, because how do you tell the elseworld version of your team that one of their founding members is criminally insane in your world?

Maybe Bruce isn’t even with them on this mission, and the AP!League just has to awkwardly operate around their missing strategist without letting on to the regular League that their extra member is alternate maskless Batman. Especially without revealing that alternate maskless Batman is currently in Arkham Asylum getting electroshock therapy from Hugo Strange. I think Prince Bruce would want to play that card himself after a couple extremely intense staring contests with Batman

Though I also feel, as has been mentioned before, that Batman himself is the least disturbed of the whole bog standard Justice League. Something about seeing such a naked version of himself in a mirror, the darkness he could have given into, the violence and anger and pain that he still lives with every moment of every day. At the end of the day, Bruce is Bruce is Bruce. Batman’s made choices he can’t take back; so has the Arkham Prince. And they both have regrets, in the end.

He’d be far more disturbed by what becomes of his Robins with a (mostly) unapologetic murderer as their father, though I also think a part of him couldn’t help but be envious of Bruce’s freedom to act in their defense. How far would Batman have gone for his children if he wasn’t chained by his code in the way Arkham Prince Bruce isn’t? Maybe he would have killed the Joker for Jason. Maybe he would have used a Lazarus Pit to resurrect him. It’s not like he can honestly claim he never thought about it! Batman’s not perfect. Of all the points of divergence between Batman and the AP, some of them are differences in philosophy and some of them are pure circumstance

Yes, yes, yes, all of this. You’re dead on anon.

#batman #bruce wayne #dc #asks #anon #fic ideas #Arkham prince #Arkham prince au #jl #justice league #to add to master list

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absolutebl · 1 day ago

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This Week in BL - I'm treading water and so is BL

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2025 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Your Sky (Sun iQIYI) ep 12 end - I love this show so much. So sweet. I adored it when Rak (FINALLY!) took the initiative!

Conclusion

As pulps go this is right up there with my favorite if all time, My Ride, but for different less complex reasons. This is a relatively simple, old school, endearingly soft story of a fake relationship between a sunshine sweetie and an older reserved rich kid who slowly fall in love. Its soft gentle low-stakes leans into everything I personally love about Thai BL. It’s a warm fuzzy robe of a show. 9/10

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - Thame is the poutyest of pouty babies. I love the ribbing that he got from his group the next morning (that wasn't). That said when we got a kiss it was a VERY GOOD kiss. This is a very me truly great show that I’m enjoying so much.

The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - I really can’t fault the chemistry with this pair. From kissing to making out they're awesome at ALL OF it. I like the twist (that there is not parallel world jsut the edge of insanity). It's delusional and sus and obsessive and very "seme who missed his meet cute with his uke" and is being forced by a narrative to fast forward. So 90s yaoi. Can Mame push this edge in the right way? Doubtful. But BossNoeul will make it fun for us to watch no matter how questionably messy it gets.

(Yes, there IS a "right way.")

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - fun penultimate episode.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 15 of 24 - It's fine. Even cute. I think I like PerthSanta better than ForceBook but I really want the next pair the most.

Sangmin Dinneaw (Sun iQIYI) ep 6 of 10 - Enter my least favorite trope of all time, the amnesia trope. Also random doctor couple. This show is nothing if not erratic.

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 3 or 10 - ugh

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 5 of 12 - Is this punishment for how good Cherry Magic Thailand was?

Gelboys (Weds iQIYI) ep 1 of 7 - it started but I didn't realize so I'll catch up next week.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

When it Rains it Pours (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - I adore them so much, these two sad desperate horny cheating boys. Lube! Argh. Please! The stark lack of affection in this show is about as dry and painful as the sex must have been. But, its all very tense and I kinda love it's minimalistic angst.

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 8 of 12 - what a pity, just throwing away that cute color matched BDSM set. Ever 4 is SO CUTE when he smiles, but he would have been cuter smiling and holding that red bullwhip.

Heart Stain (Korea Weds IQIYI) eps 1-2 of 8 - I like it! It’s Korea doing its all-time favorite trope, the love triangle, but an interesting take. One boy is in love with his teacher but his best friend is in love with him. Let the drama commence.

Impression of Youth (Taiwan Weds Viki) eps 5 of 9 - Such a great brother relationship! My goodness the courage on that kid. Also, they jumped into the sack fast, even for Taiwan.

Fight for Love (Vietnam YT) ep 1 - A new VBL that is actually quite fluffy and charming. It is extremely lightweight but I’m enjoying that aspect. I like Vietnamese comedy more than Thai, I think.

Checkered Shirt (Korea YT) ep 1 of 8 - From the same people sho did Seoul Blues. I like it but this studio isn't vested in HEA so I'm wary.

FC Soldout (Korea Thurs iQIYI) eps 1-4 of 8 - Huh. Interesting. The premise is kinda fun, even if (you know me) I never like obsessed fans. Creeps me out. That said, everyone is surprisingly gay for a KBL - like gay GAY. I know that’s a weird thing for me to say in a BL, but Korea is usually awfully het about their BL.

Anygay, of course I already like the side couple best. The gruff team captain and the pretty idol with a sad past win. WIN WIN. Give me an entire show about them please.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 18 of 20 - (the end is in sight, but sheesh!) it was OK because mostly it was all the friends over at the house and doing stuff together. But still not a lot is happening.

It's airing but......

I Will Turn Back Time (China Gaga) 6 eps - It’s Chinese, no idea if it will end well or not. But it’s the stepbrothers trope. Still, I’m not gonna watch it until it’s done.

In Case You Missed it

End of year wraps are here!

2024 Trend Report

MY BEST & WORST BLs of 2024

Best Kisses (and sex scenes) of 2024

BL's 2024 Quirky Awards

2024 Awards - Quick Picks

Next Week Looks Like This:

Like last week we already in the middle, I promise I should be back on schedule soon. You'll get you calander image then.

2/14 Exclusive Love (Taiwan Gaga) trailer - Shy aspiring singer inherits funeral business.

2/14 The Last Time (Thailand WeTV) trailer - from 2024, not sure about this one, looks dark.

2/21 Bali Hai (Thailand ????) no MDL listing, only rumors, unsure on deets.

2/27 Secret Relationships (Korea iQIYI) - Stars Wei's Kim Jun Seo. Adapted by Cradle Studio (Kakao). About clever and resourceful Daon who has worked hard to overcome being poor. His cheap ways annoy his coworker, Sunghyeon but after “an incident” with his parents, Daon grows closer to him. But Daon also has feelings for his former tutor. This has the signs of a classic Kdrama all over it: Office setting, love triangle, lead suffering for his self-actualization. I’m optimistic about a longer treatment.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Such beautiful surrender (Your Sky).

Yeah all the build up for some great payout, thanks ThamePo.

(last week)

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thegoodwitchsworld · 3 days ago

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PUNISHMENT

Dark!Ari Levinson x Sub!reader

Warnings ⚠️- Sex, Toys, domination, masochism, sadism, daddy Dom etc etc.

Ari sits in his office, replaying in his head how she turned up on their first date in the perfect red dress, her shoulders bare, and a small pendant on her throat that glinted in the light every time she moved. He can't do this any longer. Work will have to wait. He needs to be inside his wife right now.

"Ari!" Y/n runs barefoot down the stairs, leaping up into his arms the moment he enters the door.

"Baby", Ari sighs, wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up. He buries his nose in her hair which smells so much like vanilla and cinnamon.

"I missed you so much today!", she whispers loudly.

After a full minute Ari finally lets her go, putting her back on the ground and lifting her chin before kissing her hard.

"Mmm. Daddy missed you too so much baby, were you a good girl today?" He questions her softly.

She giggles and nods. "Yes I was!" She buries her face in his chest again.

"And did you practice like daddy told you to?"

She shakes her head slowly, still not lifting her head.

"What was that baby girl? Use your words", Ari repeats. "Did you practice or not?"

"No daddy....", she whispers in his shirt as Ari's hands knead her ass beneath her fluttery skirt.

It's less than a second before Ari has pulled back her head through her hair, and is leaning down so their faces are at the same level. His eyes flash darkly.

Her eyes go wide, as she starts stuttering weakly.

"I-I -daddy it's too hard!" She whines, her lip pouting slightly.

Ari groans, his dick growing in his pants at the sight of her wide innocent eyes and her pretty little face. He loves when she starts stuttering when she's afraid of being punished. And yet, she loves being a brat and defying his orders.

And Ari knows that innocent as she may look, she definitely does it on purpose.

He smiles at her and pats her head.

"It's okay baby."

"I guess daddy will just have to punish you then."

Y/N slowly starts backing away from him, as if he wouldn't notice.

"Um, daddy I promise I'll do it tomorrow, I promise... you don't have to punish me, I'm your good girl right?" She looks at him hopefully.

With each step she takes backwards, Ari takes one forward, till he has her cornered against the wall. He leans down and bites her earlobe softly, getting a small whimper from her in response. Suddenly he lifts her up and carries her to their bedroom.

He sits down on edge after putting her back on her feet.

"Go and get it, baby," Ari says gently. Y/n slowly goes to her bedside drawer and pulls out a small object before going back to him and standing silently. Ari takes it from her hand, before patting his thigh.

"Lie down here baby," he orders.

"Yes daddy, " She replies obediently before lying down on his lap face down.

Ari flips up her skirt, before kneading her ass roughly in his hands. Her pussy is soaked, the evidence in her panties being soaked. Ari peels them down slowly, making her bare pussy visible and glinting.

"Open princess, " he tells her, and she immediately opens her mouth. Ari stuffs her panties in her mouth.

"Good girl," he whispers as he continues kneading her ass. She whimpers softly.

The first smack makes her cry out purely from the shock of it. Her panties muffle most of her sounds tho, and Ari loves how she starts struggling in his arms.

Even when it's of no use.

"Twenty smacks, baby, ten on each pretty little ass of yours. Sounds fair for a punishment, no?" He chuckles darkly, before slapping her asscheeks hard in quick succession. Twenty times, as promised. She screams in pain with each one, and Ari's dick grows harder with each scream.

At the end of it she's a panting, moaning mess in his lap, and his pants are soaked with her arousal.

"Bad girl, " Ari laughs darkly again. He takes out her mouth gag. "This was a punishment baby, you weren't supposed to enjoy it. " He smacks her ass again, less harsh this time.

"S-sorry daddy....", Y/N whimpers.

Ari doesn't reply, sliding his fingers up and down through her pussy folds, making her moan loudly. He spreads her wetness all around, coating it on his fingers.

He slowly swirls his finger on the rim of her ass, and she immediately tenses up.

"Breathe baby", he whispers, before plunging his thick finger inside her. She screams loud, digging her nails into his thigh. He slowly drags his finger out of her, almost entirely, before going deep inside again, her moans going straight to his throbbing dick.

"D-daddy it hurts!", she whispers tearfully.

"This is why you were supposed to practice, right baby? It wouldn't hurt if you practiced ", Ari replies in a sinister tone. He's glad she didn't listen. He loves when he gets to play with his little toy before ravaging her fully.

When he's finally satisfied, he grabs the jeweled plug, making her suck on it before he starts forcing it inside her virgin ass.

"Daddy! Please! Hurts!", she screams, tears in her eyes soaking the bedsheet. He coos at her softly.

"Aw baby, I promise it'll feel good in a second. You want to show daddy how sorry you are right?"

"Y-yes daddy... "

"Good baby," he smiles, as the plug finally rests inside her ass, the pink jeweled end looking so gorgeous between her ass cheeks. He spends a few moments admiring it, as she keeps whimpering and moaning, wriggling a little in his arms.

Finally, he drags her backwards with her hair, before throwing her on the bed like a rag doll. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes half shut, as she lies on her back, making grabby fingers for him. God, he loves her so much. His perfect little slut.

He takes off her dress over her head, her bare breasts making him growl in hunger. He immediately falls to her nipples, squeezing and fondling one tit while he suckles on the other, leaving bruises on her pretty skin. She moans loudly, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer to her chest so that more of her breast is in her mouth.

He lets go of her boob to start fingering her pussy, and she clenches her thighs around his thick fingers, the added stimulation making her shudder with pleasure. He observes the stark contrast of her nakedness against his fully clothed body, and his sadistic side, acknowledges this fact gladly.

"Daddy please, need you inside", his little doll whines, grabbing his collar to kiss him, and his eyes soften at her neediness. He kisses her soft lips, pulling them between his teeth, suckiing and nipping at her mouth. Her small hands find their way to his dick, unzipping his pants clumsily. He grabs her hands in one of his, pinning them above her head, eliciting another whine from her when she realizes she can't touch his anymore. In response, she arches her back so her stiff nipples get at least some stimulation from his chest.

He takes off his belt and ties her hands with it, making sure they're not loose.

"Time for your punishment, baby," he grins evilly, as he frees his dick from his pants, which is as red as her favorite lipstick. He flips her body easily, laying her on her stomach.

He slowly pulls out the plug from her ass, and she gasps as it leaves the small opening. But the scream that comes from her lungs when he replaces the plug with his own dick in a hard thrust is truly unholy.

"Fuckkk baby, you feel so good, " he grunts, thrusting himself inch by inch inside her little ass.

"Daddy pl-please, need to come daddy!", she screams. He grabs her asscheeks, spanking them alternately as he continues thrusting inside her.

He snakes his hand down in front of her, fondling her tit before rubbing her clit, just the way she likes.

"So close, so close daddy", she pants.

"I know baby," he grunts back, before plunging three fingers inside her pussy.

She screams as she comes all around him, his fingers drowning in her wetness. He joins her just a moment later, his dick thrusting so deep inside her it feels unnatural. Thick spurts of come hit her ass walls, and some of it even leaks out of her, which he stuffs inside her pussy instead. He collapses on top of her, pulling out not so gently and immediately putting the plug back in place. She tiredly turns around to him, wrapping her arm around his neck burying her nose in his chest, murmuring contentedly.

"You did so good baby, I'm so proud of you," he whispers, stroking the hair back from her fucked out face. He softly kisses the top of her head.

"But you gotta listen when daddy asks you to do something, right baby?" He kisses her cheekbone, smiling as she goes mhmm again.

What he doesn't see is the little devious smile on her face.

The smile of someone who knows they were truly successful in their plan. :)

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gamblersdoll · 2 days ago

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𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝—

youre just a girl, who should be pampered, but you arent.. at least, not for very long. smut BACKSHOTTTSSSSS, , drug use, heavy angst

you hated how rin knew what to hit, how to hit, and when. it made a heart beat in your clit, going baaadump! baadump! baadump! you hated how he knew how many strokes it took , then pulling out to eat it..

it made your heart throb, feeling his tongue work itself to death and he looked at you through your creamy, frothy folds. it felt like a traditional soul tie, but it felt.. so so good. felt like no other man could make you cream so good.

it also felt like he was your everything, maybe it was just your low ego— feeling like no one could outdo rin. like no other man could ever be better than him. your relationship was like a gift, feeling so secure and loving the small moments and thought rin could give.

“hey baby,” that ‘baby’ hed mumble on the phone after practice, you could hear his relaxed voice when he just laid down. “how was work? any problems?” he was semi interested, but it wasnt noticeable to you at the time.

“twas okay, i guess..” you mumbled, wide awake at eleven pm just for him, to only giggle and play a little of the game. it felt like a dream sometimes, too good to be true and he made you feel like a pretty baby. “would you maybe.. come over? you dont have to.”

the tip of his mushroom dick was steady, always slamming into that gummy spot that made you see stars— slam! slam! slaam!

“rinrinrinnn!” you squealed, patting at his biceps and rolling your eyes, feeling like some bitch in heat the way he pulled your hips back— backshots were his favorite..

“so gah’damned needy..” he mumbled, pressing down the lower of your back to deepen the arch. “your form is so stiff.. do you not please yourself when im gone?” he asked, knowing hed slap your cunny with that heavy hand he used to train.

“nuh— uhhhh!” you moaned, words high pitched and eyes crossing. “jus’ you! swear!”

“mm.. seems like shes telling the truth.” he mumbles, pressing the pad of his thumb to your taint at the end of your slit. “so vocal for me, too.. do you feel no shame in how wet you sound?”

it doesnt take much of anything to get your rocks off, like the greedy girl he knew you were. he could have you riding his knee, and he could get you to ride out your orgasm in a heart beat.

so.. what was your problem? he made somethings feel like a dream, he fucked you when you wanted him to, and he was an upcoming striker, so whats your deal—

the feeling and sound of his phone went off, he pausing all movements to grab it. “hey-“ he hurriedly said, you staring in disbelief that hed answer a little phone call in the middle of your .. session. “yeah, ill be there in ten minutes.” the call ends, and you scoff. “what?”

“you’re seriously leaving me? “ you ask, just to confirm he wasnt playing with your brain, but he only confirmed that with a look of ‘..yeah?’ you felt like you could scream, all sexual feeling leaving your body. “deadass?”

“yes, baby. you know i have practice.”

“you couldnt even come in me before you left? you just dropped everything for that!” you wanted to laugh in disbelief, but who were you to do that? “know what? go, just leave, please.”

“we’ll finish up later.. kay?”

there was never a later, because he dedicated himself to soccer.. and there was your problem—

he never made time for you.

the times he did try and make time were your “dreamy moments,” because he tried to go all out, to make up for months he wasnt there. the feeling of his kisses soothed you, and when he smoked? he was more than a dream.

the smell of cherry leaves and weed filled your lungs, and he stole your breath each second he could. the pads of his fingers digging into plush thighs and a needy hand up your back had you feeling ecstatic. “rin—“

“missed me?” he inquired, a small spank on your thighs. “yeah, you did.” he snickers, kissing down to your collarbone. “got a few minutes before practice.”

“how longgg— oh!” you squeak, feeling his hand squeezing your breast. they were heavy due to ovulation, and so, so tender. “rinnn, please.”

‘rin! where’d you go man?’ one of his teammates called for him, and it left you feeling defeated.

he just.. didnt see you as a priority.

“why havent you been answering my calls?” he just so decided that he could finally get to your place unannounced and ask a question like that. “we havent talked.”

“why would i bother to call? youre always busy.” you fold your arms, groggy since it was like.. twelve at night. “you dont answer any my calls.”

“because im at practice—“

“twenty four hours a day? no breaks?” you cut him off, growing agitated of his shit. why he expected you to answer his calls after maybe eight months of him barely answering your calls. “you dont see me as a priority, you dont see me anymore, you dont call or write. “

“because im trying to be japan’s best striker, the hell did you think of you being a priority?” his words stung, because if it was that serious— why ask you out? why ask you to be his? why even bother with it? “i thought you would understand where im coming from.”

“and i thought youd be able to handle a relationship, but guess not.” you think to yourself. you wanted to argue, but you had work in the morning.

“ill keep trying, im sorry.”

and if that was his ‘try,’ then what the fuck was the attempt or thought process? because his tries were pathetic, the same pace for the last nine months of your relationship. you felt emotionally detached, almost as if you were losing feelings for him— no, thats not it.. you had resentment. you had resentment for rin, for soccer, for rin mainly. it all tied back to him.

he became like a plague to you. you learned very quickly that if you didnt speak to him, youd never speak again probably.

you wanted to scream, but after a few deep breaths, your mind was clear. you wanted to be a decent person to him, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. but.. he wasnt acting like he was worth that benefit. you learned that sometimes you want to give them a chance, but that was merely your ego and pride being crushed because you did not care about yourself enough.

so, what else could you do?—

the line rang for maybe six times, rin always had it set to ring ten times for extra time for himself to answer (ironic, aint it?), but answered finally on the ninth ring. “im at practi—“

“it isnt working out, rin.” you cut him off, chewing at the pads of your thumb to cool yourself. the line was silent, but it felt like a suffocating weight on your back and chest. “im sorry.”

“mm, okay, well.” the fuck does he mean ‘okay, well?’ thats all he had to say? “i mean, good luck, i guess.” after a quick farewell, the line was ended, like a steak knife to the heart you wanted to give on a platter to him. but, beggars cant be choosers. It hurt though, because he acted like he didnt care about the fact you just broke up with him.

well, fuck him if he was in a fuck everything mood.

you pondered for hours, why was soccer more important? was it soccer that he was focused on or was it something— no, someone else? you wouldve saw it! you checked everything out, and it only lead to one thing:

he simply didnt see you important enough.

it had been an eternity, or at least thats what you were deluding yourself into. it had only been three months since the break up, yet you felt like it was wrong you were already out there in the dating pool again.

it actually wasnt, since six months out of the nine months that you dated rin you were detached and emotionally gone from the relationship. you had already did everything post break up: cry, eat ben and jerrys, watch a stupid show like greys anatomy or chicago med, and then the physical therapy sessions started— whether it was a new hair color, personality, piercings, or body modifications.

so what the fuck was the harm in dating?

“you deaf or something?” he asked, eyes sniping to you. “i asked if you were okay.”

“sorry! yeah, go ahead.” you offered him to go first in line, forgetting the fact you were in the middle of the store. “im really sorry, completely forgot i was here—“

“should i call someone for you?” it sounded good enough to have you cock back your hand ninety degrees back and come back at fifteen miles per hour. but in actuality, that was a joke.

a year.

a year, he shows up with some pitiful bouquet of flowers, a pity smile and a pitied hope. “hey,” he spoke up, and mainly— buffed a little more. “its been a while.”

“could i help you with something?” you ask, silky robe and you tied it tighter to not let the bits out. “its late, and its cold.. and its been a year.”

“i know, but still.. i figured some things out and—“

“think you runnin’ from it, huh?” a tuff of blonde and pink peak through the door, shidou towering over you and having a hand on your hip from behind. the worst goddamn time, but its technically rins fault. “oh! yer uhhhh..” he snaps his fingers and then points. “yer sae’s little brother, aye?”

rin gawks, the feeling of betrayal and envy. “who’re you?” the somewhat pretty flowers being crumpled and bent. “why are you with him of all people, this cockroach?”

“rin,” you say firm and gentle. “its been a year, i can date who i want , and shidou and i just kinda met..” its only worse that they know each other, you just knew how to pick em, huh? “was there something i can help you with?”

“yeah, being a better striker.”

“listen here—“ rin starts, and you feel shidou start to get heated from behind you, but luckily you were in the middle.

“rin!” you shout, but hes not focused on you, because hes merely angry that youre dating again.. and with a man like shidou. “we’re done, you have a good night rin— shidou, back inside.”

“damn, didnt know you could scream like that..” shidou snickers, leaving a soft smack on your rear. “see you later, loser.”

because why now of all times? why did rin decide now was the time to save you both and get back together? a whole goddamned year! a whole year he decided to wait—

a familiar hoodie walks briefly down the hall, standing briefly until he brings his hood down— sae itoshi, japans best player. “rin.” he nod to him, leaves you a kiss on the head and brushes past you and the door.

“youre fucking joking, right?” rin asked, also hearing shidou grow excited. “my fucking brother?”

“i didnt know he was your brother.” you retort, folding your arms and holding your own. “we met in the store.” because thats what happened, you didnt know they were related.

well…. maybe you did, its the eyes.

“and you still didnt do a .. i dunno, a background check? or even ask me?” he asked, and it catches sae’s attention.

“rin.” he starts, pulling the door wider to show shidou sprawled on the couch, tv lit and he in nothing but a shirt and shorts now. “we’re trying to have a good time, either you talk to my girl nice, or you have a good night.” he knew what pissed rin off, just enough. “ i quite frankly would like for you to have a good night. been wanting to see this movie for a month.”

a month?!

“awe, i thought she was our girl!” shidou perks up, a pouty frown until you wave him off. now wasnt the time.

“just how long were you dating?” rin asked, but sae waved him off. “dont ignore me, big brother!— fuck you!”

almost a year you were his, a year you werent.

and he had one objective for shidou and sae:

destroy, kill, and revenge.

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gracieheartspedro · 6 hours ago

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Make Me Feel

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x rockstar!gareth emerson x fem! reader

word count: 7.1k words

description: you fly out to reunite with your rockstar boyfriend eddie munson. after a long day, you decide to return to his bed on the tour bus, but it seems like it is already occupied by his bandmate, gareth.

warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, no use of y/n, rockstar au, all participates are 18+, mentions of alcohol and substances, reader is established as eddie's girlfriend, gareth has crush on reader, mentions of reader having hair but no other characteristics described, groupies, threesome activities, voyeurism, dry humping, tons of dirty talk, spanking, oral (v receiving), v and anal fingering, rough unprotected sex, face grabbing, multiple orgasms, light choking, possessive eddie, cum eating/feeding.

authors note: hey... hey... how y'all doing? lmfao, happy valentine's day! i have been hunkered down for days trying to finish this insane idea and let me tell you... it was horny times. i loved writing for eddie already, and i decided after reading @the-unforgivenn's masterpieces with gareth, that I too would like to add that man to the mix. wanna thank my babies @amanitacowboy, @pedgito, and @chaotic-mystery for supporting this insanity as well. enjoy!

how to help palestine ~ dividers by @cafekitsune

It had been three months.

Three months since you saw your boyfriend, Eddie.

Tour had taken up his entire life since his band’s new album “Asylum” came out in January, and you fucking missed him so much. He had told you countless times to come out and visit him, but your job was holding you hostage with a bunch of stupid deadlines. You were simply just waiting for him to come home to your shared condo in LA.

But after one too many missed assignments, your job decided it was best to let you go because your head was somewhere else. And it was. It was constantly occupied on what your boyfriend could be getting up to while on the road with his bandmates.

You called Eddie that night, twisting the home phone’s cord around your finger as you spoke about how your boss called you into his office and told you that you were dismissed. Eddie was pissed, telling you that he would give your boss a piece of his mind. You told him there was no need, you did not feel like fighting for a job that useless.

“Well, we got four more shows left. Tomorrow is in Austin, Texas. I will be home in like a week, baby. I’m so fuckin’ excited to see you.”

You could not stand another week. You needed to feel him. Touch him.

When you got off the phone, you booked the next flight to Austin. Tomorrow morning at 7AM. That would do. Once you got your official booking, you called Gareth. When he picks up the phone, you can tell from his slurred speech that he’s one, drunk, and two, very confused.

“What’s up darlin’?” His voice rasps through the speaker.

“Hey, I’m surprising Eddie tomorrow and coming to the Austin show. You think you could make sure your management knows and I can get backstage?”

You can hear Gareth’s shuffling, isolating himself somewhere more private, “You are coming to Austin?”

“Yes. I’m surprising Eddie. Make sure will call has passes for me, please.”

His voice sobers, “Of course. I’m… We are excited to see you.”

Gareth was probably your favorite member of Corroded Coffin, other than Eddie, of course. He was sickeningly sweet to you. You chalked it up to how close he and Eddie have been since childhood. He knew you meant the world to Eddie. Plus, he enjoyed your swift and funny banter.

Little do you know, Gareth harbors a small crush on you.

You were strictly off limits but he could not help but let his gaze fall on you longer than what was needed.

“See you tomorrow, Gare!”

You were on the verge of tears.

Your flight had been delayed all day. You were not going to make it to the show if the next flight out cancelled again. The kiosk worker said it was because it was too windy for takeoff and most flights had been canceled for the rest of the day. You were at the mercy of the fucking wind.

But by the grace of whatever god, you were boarding a flight at 1PM, which meant you would miss the show and arrive by 8PM. But you still had the chance to catch them after the show, you told yourself.

When you land, you hail the first taxi you see and tell them to race to the arena where your boyfriend is performing. You only brought a backpack, stuffed full of some random assortment of clothing and toiletries. You throw it in the backseat, tapping on the buckles as your anxiety spikes.

Traffic was a nightmare, the city bustling with people attending the show and or, getting fucked up on a Friday night. When the cab screeches to a halt at the very front of the arena, you throw them two $20 bills and sling your backpack over your shoulder. Scalpers approached you immediately, asking if you wanted a shot at catching the band’s last song, but you practically push them to get to the will-call stand. You get the lady’s attention by your insane expression, hurriedly telling her your name and why you are there.

She smiles widely, her wrinkles reflecting her surprise. “We thought you weren’t gonna come! Let me get security to escort you back.”

As soon as you cross into the area, you hear Eddie’s voice over the speakers, wishing everyone a good night. Before you know it, you are guided down some random corridors under the arena. The halls are narrow and you catch yourself knocking your jam-packed bag into the brick walls. It’s so loud, different sounds bouncing off the not-sound-proof walls.

You finally are let backstage which has tons of people bustling around taking large metal boxes off the stage and towards other hallways. Everything was so scrambled and confusing, so it’s reassuring the moment you lock eyes with Gareth. He’s sweaty, his cheeks red and his shirt completely off, displaying some new artwork you haven’t seen before.

“There you are!” He cheers, racing over to you. His glistening skin does not shy you away from giving him an embrace. You giggle as he shakes you excitedly.

“I’m sorry, my flights got all fucked up. But I’m here!” You release him, pulling away to get a good look at him, “Where’s my boy?”

His smile widens even more, taking your hand as he guides you around a crowd of crew and groupies. Walking hand in hand with Gareth gets you some odd glances from pretty girls, which gives you a confidence boost.

When you get to the door marked “Eddie Munson”, your heart is beating straight out of your chest. You had been so nervous this whole time, that you had really no time to get excited. You look at Gareth, releasing his hand and knocking furiously on the door. You take a deep breath when you hear footsteps bounding towards the door.

“What the f-,” His voice is deep and somewhat annoyed, but the moment his eyes land on you, it’s like his entire body relaxes. His big brown doe eyes are enough to take your breath away. His hair is wet and tangly across his forehead. He looks so broad. And naked?

“Surprise!”

It’s the first thing that you can think to say. You can’t say anything else because Eddie’s arms fly around you, pulling you into a big bear hug. His body is so warm, setting you alight almost immediately. “Baby, what are you doing here?!”

You pull away, your hands going up to touch his face. You missed cradling his jaw in your hands when you looked at him or kissed him. “I am surprising you! Surprise!”

“Yeah, you said that!” He presses a kiss into your palm, “I’m so happy to see you, sweetheart.”

You look back at Gareth, whose smile is so wide it warms your entire body. He waves a simple goodbye to you, letting Eddie drag you into his dressing room.

Eddie is quick to get you in his lap. He knew the moment he got his hands on you, he would not want to let go of you. You are propped up on his thighs, telling him about the dramatic day you had while he peppered kisses all around your neck.

“Are you even listening to me, baby?” You pester, poking at his still-nude chest. He had managed to put on some sweats before he pulled you onto his lap.

He chuckles, pulling away to sit back on the leather couch. “Of course, I am, sweetheart. Just missed you way too much.”

The sparkle in his eye sends a smile spreading across your face. The days seemed so long without him and while you supported his career and loved that he followed his dreams, you miss the simple pleasures in life with him. Waking up in the same bed. Going grocery shopping together. Doing dishes and singing along to your favorite songs. Ever since Corroded Coffin took off, you have been grieving that life.

Seeing him happy was all that mattered, though. His hard work allowed you two a comfortable life and you knew that’s all Eddie ever wanted to give you.

You slide out of his lap when there’s a knock on the door. The tour manager comes in, his eyes never even meeting your eyes as he directs Eddie to hurry up and get packed up. He’s short in stature, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. You assume he does not look your way due to the fact that most rockstars keep random girls around all the time and there cannot be conflicts of interest with his talent. Before he can shut the door, Eddie stops him.

“Roger, this is my girlfriend. She’s gonna be tagging along tonight,” Eddie states simply, standing up to almost present you to the man. You nod timidly as the guy finally glances at you.

“Nice to meet you, kid. Keep this boy in check, he’s been a pain in my ass all week. He and Gareth are pests.”

And then he shuts the door, not saying another word. You raise your eyebrows at Eddie, unsure how to react to such a claim. Eddie purses his lips, the sides of his mouth pointing up slightly.

You crook your head, “What have you been putting that poor man through?”

“Nothin’. Gareth has been more of a shithead than me. Won’t stop kidnapping women and bringing them over state lines.”

You lock onto his arm, your eyebrows dropping in confusion. What did he mean by that?

“And you?”

“Last week of tour is prank central. I pelted him with water balloons when he was leaving a porta potty yesterday.”

Him being the more innocent of the two throws you for a loop. Gareth being the real problem is shocking. While a hellion like Eddie, he was definitely the more tame one. Eddie was always dragging him into the pits of chaos, not the other way around.

You loosen your grip as Eddie starts to head over to his vanity to collect all his belongings into a frayed duffle bag. “Gareth is kidnapping women?”

“Not on purpose. He brings them on the bus to fuck and then when he is supposed to take them back to security, he just doesn’t. A girl made it to Chicago from Louisville and Roger had to book her a flight home.”

You shake your head, your hand resting on your forehead. You could not imagine having that poor man’s job. You would murder all of the band before the first show could even go on.

“He’s right, you two are pests.”

You and Eddie walk hand in hand down the long corridor that opens up to the back lot of the arena. On the way out, Eddie stops at craft services to load up his duffle with random snacks he says “They don’t have them on the bus”, which you know is a big fat lie. You could bet money their snack cabinet is filled to the brim with snacks and restocked the moment they start to run low.

Jeff walks by you two, his face twisting in surprise when he recognizes you. You stand in the hall, catching up with him. You can tell he’s high off something because his eyes are half shut when he talks. Like a magic trick, a flask appears in his hand and he raises it to you and Eddie.

“See you lovebirds on the bus!”

Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, a sly giggle releasing from his throat, “Mans off his ass every night. He probably won’t even make it to his bunk.”

Your fingers trace his arm, wrapping your finger through one of his bracelets, “Do you have a bunk?”

“Oh no, princess, I have the queen-sized bed in the very back of the bus. We will be very comfy tonight.”

You finally climb the steps onto the bus. It’s weirdly freezing as you make it to the very top, taking in the space. It’s a mess to put it lightly. Jeff is already making himself at home on the scratchy-looking couch. Grant is propped up next to a very pretty girl, his arm slung around her possesively. It is weird to see the boys living the life of rock stars. You knew your boyfriend entertained some parts of the life, mainly the alcohol and drugs, but with the way he’s wrapped around your finger, you seriously doubt any infidelity. You also knew if he did try something like that, Gareth or one of the other boys would come running to you to rat him out.

Eddie would never, though. You were his everything.

You give Grant a gentle wave, moving your way through the back of the bus. Before you and Eddie make your way to the door at the very end of the hall, Grant speaks up.

“Gareth’s in there!”

Eddie’s hand drops from your back as he shimmies past you in the tight corridor. He presses his ear up to the door, but you do not even need to do that to hear what is happening in the room. On Eddie’s bed.

Eddie cracks the door a bit, getting an eyeful of Gareth completely going to town on a girl, who he surely does not recognize.

Eddie rolls his big brown eyes, annoyed and ready to break down the door. You stop him, though. An idea sprouts in your head. Something a bit unhinged.

“It’s prank week, Eds. Why don’t we… prank him?”

Eddie’s face relaxes, his jaw going slack. “Prank him? How?”

You ponder your options for a moment. You could sneak in there and scare him? You could have Eddie go up behind him and slap his ass or something?

You smile when the idea hits you.

“Why don’t we stumble in there acting like we are trying to get it on and just fall onto the bed next to them? That’ll rattle him.”

Eddie’s pride shines through his expression. “You’re a dream, baby. So smart and so pretty. You know that?”

He drops the bag onto the floor, as your heart pounds at the fact that he agreed so quickly to your plan.

Eddie grabs you roughly, his eager kiss turning into something more the moment he slides the wooden door open. You hear a sharp gasp the moment you two step into the small confines, but you know not to pull away from Eddie to see who it came from. His hands are expanding under the t-shirt that’s loosely hanging off your body, fondling the flesh of your hips and back. You are walking forward, while he is dragging you with him, his heels hitting the end of the bed before falling onto the bed with a bounce.

The slapping of skin has completely halted by the time Eddie’s lips leave yours and is instead replaced with the sounds of sheets rustling.

“What the fuck!” Gareth’s voice pierces through the room, ringing in your ears. Eddie’s eyes do not leave your face as you both smile wickedly at the plan working out exactly the way you wanted.

You do not look at Gareth, instead, you face the pretty little thing he’s been fucking. Her widened eyes reflected her absolute horror at you and Eddie’s entrance.

She reflected a lot of your physical attributes, but she was just smaller. She was probably a bit older than you as well, her makeup caking around her forehead where her face must’ve been twisted in pleasure. After taking her in, you finally glance over at Gareth.

Big mistake.

He’s glistening with sweat, his curls a mop of mess on his head. He only covers his dick with his hands, leaving the rest of his body on display. You had just seen him shirtless, but there was something more to look at. The expanse of his hipbones and long legs that are littered with random tattoos. He was more covered than Eddie was, which for some reason sends your mind reeling.

You had to keep going along with the bit. “I’m sorry, Eddie said this was his bed.”

Eddie perks up, finally peeling his eyes away from your lingering gaze on Gareth. “It is.”

Your eyes falter back to the girl lying naked under the covers next to Eddie.

“What’s your name?” You probe, your fingers dancing across Eddie’s shoulders. You wanted to be touching him, making sure you maintained your coolness. The girl’s expression shifts over to Gareth, who just shrugs at her.

“Emily,” She responds, her voice small and hesitant. With the way she was moaning, you expected her to have a bit more conviction. Eddie’s hands rest on the back of your thighs, keeping you right between his spread legs. Gareth noticed it immediately, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the sight.

“Emily… I like that name,” You utter, the coldness of Eddie’s rings sending goosebumps down your legs. His every touch was distracting you.

“It’s a very pretty name,” Eddie adds, staring up at your face as he sits back a bit more on the bed. He does not dare look at the other girl, knowing that the only sight he wants to look at right now is you.

“Edd-”

“Gare, why did you stop?” You inquire, your eyes are unyielding as you let them settle back on his face. “Emily seemed to be enjoying herself.”

“You two walked in-”

“And?” Eddie presses, dragging you forward so you are fully mounted on his lap, your knees pressing into the mattress on each side of his hips.

You drag your tongue slowly across your top teeth, ticking it as you shoot Emily a glance. For some reason, this was not just a silly little prank to fuck with Gareth. You strangely wanted to watch Gareth at work. You and Eddie had talked about joining other people in the bedroom in the past, but you knew better than to add a random groupie to such affairs. So you would settle on just watching your long-time friend and your boyfriend’s bandmate fuck a stranger.

“Do you want him to continue, Emily?”

She looks nervous under your regard, which only sends you more on a power trip. You did not know this girl and you would probably never see her again.

Eddie’s hands find your ass, squeezing both cheeks and spreading them apart. It makes your hips rock against his crotch. You can audibly hear how wet you are and it makes Eddie chuckle, a rasp in the back of his throat. You place your hands on the nape of his neck, holding on to steady yourself before you start grinding harder on him involuntarily.

When her head jerks for ‘yes’, you smile and look back at Gareth.

“Give her what she wants, Gare.”

The air in your lungs is literally stolen from your body when Gareth drops his hands from his dick. You did not expect such a thing from him. Long, girthy, and so fucking pretty. The extra saliva in your mouth almost dribbles down your lips when you watch him rip the top sheet off of her body.

By the look on your face, Eddie realizes you are liking this a whole lot more than he is. He swats your ass, gaining your attention again. You grab his neck with your hands, your nails leaving small scratches across his throat. You arch your back, leaning forward and capturing Eddie’s plump pink lips. He is all teeth when you open your mouth to deepen the kiss, which makes you moan a bit.

All the tension you have built up in the last couple of months is now being released and it makes you aggressive. When his teeth graze your tongue, you push him onto his back as you adjust your hips to completely line up your clothed cunt against the tightness in his pants.

The whole time you two have been battling dominance, you realize Gareth has dragged Emily’s frame to the side of the bed, lining his cock up with her perfectly shaved cunt. When he sinks into her, the moan she lets out is pornographic. With one experimental thrust into her, he returns back to the steady pace he was at when you and Eddie just listened to him through the door.

You roll your body on Eddie’s lap, resting your hands on his chest. His body responds to your touch, lurching his hips upward to meet your circling hips. His hands grips onto your thighs, holding you down so you cannot stray away from the friction. You flick your head back to watching Gareth, his pace speeding up as he grunts about how tight Emily is.

“You better make her cum first, Gareth,” You mock, your voice dripping in lust. His eyes snap up to you, his brows furrowed in concentration. Eddie’s hands are burning into your hips, his focus solely on making you cum by simply dry-humping him.

Gareth flicks his curls away from his forehead, leaning over Emily’s smaller frame as he sharpens his angle and grinds his pelvic bone into her swollen clit. She’s writhing under him, completely taken by his performance.

“You want to watch her fall apart on my cock, honey?”

Gareth’s eyes are lasered in on you, your face twisted in pleasure as Eddie starts to move your hips for you. You are so enamored by the question that it steals your voice. Eddie sits up again, his arms wrapping around you, locking your arms behind your back. It’s like he’s putting you in a human straight jacket.

His mouth connects with your jaw as you dry hump him, his voice coming out strained. “Gareth asked you a question, princess.”

You feel your cunt clench around nothing and you are panting. You did not expect those words from Eddie, who was usually possessive and jealous when any guy even gave you a glance. Now he’s playing into Gareth’s game? How did you get here?

You nod, your chest rising and falling in Eddie’s face. You cannot look at Gareth as you say it, so you just squeeze your eyes shut. “Yes, please.”

Due to the close proximity, Gareth’s wing span is long enough to touch you. Instead of a gentle caress, he’s grabbing your face, his fingers pinching your cheeks together. Eddie says nothing, just smirking devilishly at his actions.

“Eyes open. Key word was watch.”

When you open your eyes, Gareth’s face is inches from yours. His steel blue eyes are practically black, his pupils are beyond dilated. You blink slowly, seeing Emily’s twisted expression while the man that’s fucking her is holding onto your jaw. With the way she’s groaning, you know she’s nearing her end, and so are you. Eddie’s one hand locks your wrists behind your back while the other makes its way groping your braless chest over the black fabric of your t-shirt.

Your hips still as the stimulation becomes too much and your cunt spasms even though it’s not filled. Emily matches your moment, her arms lurching upward to grab onto Gareth’s arms as she falls apart on his spearing cock. The moans coming from the room are enough to alarm on the bus, for sure. Her long drawn-out sobs are much louder than your whines, but it was no competition.

Gareth does not finish, just pulls out of her and continues to jerk his soaked dick. Eddie releases your hands, letting you settle against him as your body recovers from your orgasm.

“Gather your clothes, Emily. The security outside the bus will bring you back to the arena,” Gareth directs, backing up so the absolutely spent girl could come to her senses enough to get dressed. You look away as she stands up, focusing your eyes back on Eddie. He’s smiling still, the glint in his eye mischievous.

You felt bad for the girl. She just got to fuck a rockstar, probably one she admires, and now he’s escorting her off the tour bus without really finishing the job. As he guides her to the door, you half expect him to gather his own clothes off the floor.

But he does not do that. Instead, he’s bounding over to the bed, sitting down right next to Eddie.

Eddie’s hands rub up and down your thighs, before he clears his throat. “Did you need something, Gareth?”

You finally peel your eyes away from Eddie, looking over at Gareth’s narrowing expression. His lips are pursed in contemplation. Gareth’s cock is still covered in a condom. When he notices your eyes on him, he slowly drags it off his dick, discarding it on the floor. You feel a dribble of sweat drop down into your eyebrow, not realizing that your body is covered in a layer of glistening sheen.

“Your girl, Munson.”

Your stomach flips as you tug your lip between your teeth, trying your best to not smile. You do not know how Eddie was going to respond to such a revelation, but the thought of being able to get both of them in one night was enough to send your head spinning.

Eddie shrugs, nonchalantly. He starts tilting your face towards his with his pointer finger, “You want that, sweetheart?”

You let the tension in your face go, finally settling on a smirk as your eyes rested on Eddie’s lips.

“As long as I get your dick first, baby.”

Gareth chuckles dryly beside you, his hand grazing the arm you have wrapped around Eddie’s shoulders. “Eddie, you lucky bastard.”

Eddie tightens his grip around you, flipping you on your back. He presses your hips into the mattress, the tangled-up sheets surrounding your head as you look at the two men staring down at you. Their next meal.

Eddie’s quick to strip you of all your clothes and his own. When the realization hits that you are completely bare in front of both men, you start to grow a bit self-conscious. You raise your arms up to grab at your boobs, but Eddie is quick to swat them away.

“Don’t be nervous around us, princess. You’re fuckin’ perfect,” his voice drips with lust. The amount of times you got off on Eddie’s words alone should be studied. Gareth settles beside you, stroking himself as Eddie’s hands trace your legs and thighs. He settles on his knees, parting your knees. “Isn’t she perfect, Gareth?”

Gareth hums, “Fuckin’ flawless, Eddie.”

Your focus tapers in on Eddie’s fingers, dragging towards your wet slit. He still has his rings on, the silver catching the dim overhead light. You groan when his touch graces your silky center, his fingers gathering your slick. When his pointer and middle digits sink into your cunt, your hips raise off the bed.

Your head lulls to the side, your eyes feasting on Gareth’s length right near your head. He’s looking down at Eddie working magic on your core, pumping his cock with his large hands.

You did not realize how attractive you found Gareth until he was this close to you, naked and fiending for you.

When his eyes snap over to yours, he looks pleased.

“You just can’t keep your eyes off my cock, huh, honey?” His voice brings Eddie’s eyes to the state of your gaze. He pumps his fingers into you faster, latching his lips around your swollen bud. That brings your attention back to his head between your thighs.

“Oh my god, Eddie,” You moan, your hand reaching up to grab at his long curls. He shakes his head, his tongue running between your pussy lips like a madman. Eddie always had you cumming on his tongue, and this moment would be no exception. Your core tightens as you feel that familiar build-up in the pit of your stomach.

You cannot look away at his nose and how it probes the top of your pussy as he drags his mouth up and down your slit. When his lips envelop your clit, it’s game over. He scissors his fingers in you as you tumble over the edge.

“Yes, fuck, yes baby,” You cry, your other hand mindlessly gripping onto the closest thing. It was Gareth’s thigh. You dig your nails into the flesh as you grind your cunt on Eddie’s mouth.

Your mind is blank as Eddie lifts himself up, his mouth glossy with saliva and your spend. Your hand is still locked on Gareth’s leg, observing how Eddie slots himself between your lower half. Eddie’s cock is standing at full attention as he pumps himself with his wet fingers. You smile at Gareth, completely drunk off of the climax Eddie just gave you.

“Two orgasms, sweetheart. You think you can handle any more?” Eddie questions, pushing his cock between your folds. You are so sensitive, you are unsure if you can handle it, but your lips deceive you.

“Yes, please,” You say to Eddie, eyes still glued to Gareth.

Gareth decides it’s time to adjust his position, sliding off the edge of the bed and leaning over it to put all his focus on you. He glances up at Eddie, almost to ask permission for something. Eddie just nods, like they spoke telepathically.

Gareth’s hand comes up to your cheek, tenderly dragging down your cheekbone.

“You’re so polite, honey,” He murmurs, his eyes sparkling down at you, “I can’t wait to watch Eddie ruin you with his dick.”

Eddie tilts his shaft down, pushing his cock inside you. You breathe out, trying to take him without clenching immediately. But your reflexes squeeze him so much that he matches your action, gritting his teeth and letting out a sigh.

“Relax, baby. You’re squeezing the fuck outta me,” Eddie groans, taking his time fully sheathing himself inside you. Your senses are in overdrive as you watch Gareth’s mouth slightly open, his fingers touching your lips softly. He’s teasing you, you can tell by how his demeanor has shifted from the way he’s been talking to you.

“Her pussy is probably tight because it hasn’t had a good fuckin’ since you left, Eds. Give her a break,” Gareth dotes, his thumb dropping to your chin. Your breathing hitches when Eddie widens your legs more and snaps back into you. “That right, sweet cheeks?”

Eddie chuckles darkly as you whine when his pace picks up, not waiting for you to adjust to him again. “My girl doesn’t need a break. She just wants to soak my cock, don’t cha, princess?”

You just nod, the air your lungs completely pushed out of your body the moment Eddie lifts your hips up with his sticky hands. The new position hits you perfectly, his cock driving into you at a speed it’s never been at before.

Gareth’s hand drags down to your throat, wrapping around it slightly in a teasing squeeze. He is gauging Eddie’s reactions and that one seems to rub him the wrong way.

“Watch it, Emerson,” he warns, tightening his hands on your hips, “Play with her titties. She likes that.”

Gareth’s hand leaves your neck. You silently curse Eddie’s guidance, wanting nothing more but for him to choke you while Eddie spearheads into you. But the moment his palm reaches your tit, you whine at the contact.

“She does like that, doesn’t she?” Gareth lilts, his fingers going to pinch at your perked nipples. You wiggle in Eddie’s grip, trying to get away from the overstimulation both boys are bringing you. Eddie grabs the back of your thighs, hinging your legs, and drives his cock into your pussy while compressing you into the bed. Even Gareth gasps at the aggression, loving the way you cry out for Eddie.

In an act of pure insanity, Gareth leans down, capturing your nipple in his mouth. Eddie’s reaction brings a sound out of your throat that you have never heard before. His hand practically manhandles Gareth’s curls, trying to pry him away from your chest. It’s met with resistance for a moment before Gareth’s swollen lips pop off your nipple.

You are not sure how the action does it, but you are seizing around Eddie’s cock. No names come out of your mouth, you are unsure which one to scream anyway. You just chant, “Oh god, oh god”, over and over again.

The constriction on Eddie’s cock pushes him over the edge. He releases Gareth, practically tossing him aside as he locks his hands on your waist to fuck his seed into you. Even with your bones feeling like jello, you sit up on your elbows to get an up-close view of Eddie’s furrowed brows and distorted expression.

You grab onto the nape of his neck, the sweat pooling at the base of his curls. You pull him into a passionate kiss, your tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. He tastes like your essence and the whiskey he had been sipping on earlier.

You pull away, nails raking down his neck and chest. You tilt your nose up, getting ready to probe him with a mind-numbing question.

“Now why did you do that to Gareth, baby? You told him that I liked when someone plays with my titties.”

Eddie’s jaw drops before a small smile creeps across his lips. You shoot Gareth a look, his face completely dazed by what just happened.

Eddie’s breath fans your face before drawing back a bit. His cock slowly drags out of your leaking core as he stands up before you. “I told him to play, not suck.”

You tick your tongue, shaking your head at his response. “No making up random rules in the middle of sex, baby.”

Eddie looks smug as he grabs Gareth up from his spot. The odd intimacy of him touching Gareth’s hips as he positions him in front of you is very hot to you. Eddie stands a bit taller than Gareth, so when he leans down to whisper in his ear, you cannot help the way your stomach flutters.

“Fine. Gare, just do what the girl tells you. But,” Eddie’s hands leave his waist, nudging him a bit closer to your knees, “If you cum in her, I will rip your dick off your body. Understand?”

After he says it, he slaps Gareth’s ass before giving you the cheesiest smile ever. His body sinks into the bed next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. When he presses a kiss into your shoulder blade, you finally roll your eyes.

“You heard his terms,” You give a pointed look at Gareth as he slowly drags his pointer finger across your knee, “Do you understand?”

“Crystal clear, honey.” He quips, shooting you a smug smile. “Do you mind if I take you from the back? Or are there stipulations with that?”

You shake your head, pushing up on your ass, flipping over eagerly. Eddie watches you with curiosity, completely taken by the fact that you are this excited to get fucked by his friend.

Gareth’s hands lock on your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed. He pumps his dick, watching your pulsating pussy dripping with a mixture of Eddie’s cum and your own. He smiles sickly, dragging the tip of his dick through your messy folds.

“Tell me you want it.” Gareth rasps, tilting his head a bit to meet your gaze.

You giggle, not taking him too seriously. “I want it.”

He shakes his head, glancing over at Eddie. He is propped up, his completely nude body looking like a graffitied sculpture from the Louvre or something. Eddie looks between you two, tilting on his side so he can watch you get your fix from Gareth.

“Is she always such a tease, Eddie?” Gareth inquires, his gaze snapping back to the view of you ass up for him.

Eddie snickers, “Gotta put her in her place, Emerson.”

You angle your head to face Eddie head-on, completely baffled by his response. Gareth’s titillating motions around your pussy are already putting you on edge, and now Eddie is only encouraging him to taunt you even further.

“I’ll leave that to you. I’ll just fuck her like the slut she is.”

He snaps into you in one fluid motion, his cock curving inside you in a way that Eddie’s dick does not. You do not expect him to shift so quickly inside you, so you let out a shift yelp. His words still ring in your ear as you hear both of them laugh at your reaction. You press downwards, pushing your ass up further, laying the side of your face into the sheets.

You decide it is better to give it back to him. While he drives into you, you speak up.

“Yes, Gareth, treat me like the dirty little slut I am. Fuck me like you fuck those groupies.”

“Yeah?” He pistons his hips faster. The way his hands fit on your waist is so different than how Eddie’s settle. His hands are rougher and his fingers are not as long. Must be the callouses built up from all the drumming he does. You feel his naked chest make contact with your back. His voice comes out as a whisper, “I fuck all those girls wrapped up. I get you raw. Fuckin’ slut.”

The idea you had earlier about how that girl resembled yourself springs into your brain.

“You like fucking girls who look like me, Gare? Hm?”

Gareth’s thrust slowed for a moment, shocked that you would say such a thing. You were right, but how were you so observant?

“Fuck, you gettin’ off on my little crush on you? You think it’s cute?”

You hum your response, hands gripping the sheets as he rams into you even harder now. You were surely getting off on more than that.

Eddie knew Gareth had a crush on you. He knew that he was fucking whatever girl had your hair or your eyes. Hearing Gareth confess such a thing as he’s balls deep in you sends red flags flying in his mind. He knew he could not stop this right now, loving the way you looked all blissed out on his friend’s dick anyway. But this would not be happening again.

Eddie's hands roam all over your skin as his bandmate fucks you, massaging your back. His fingers meander over to your lower back before his hand is groping your ass cheek. His body moves away from your constricted view. He takes your other ass cheek in his hand, spreading them for his and Gareth’s viewing pleasure.

“How does she feel, Gare? Everything you dreamed about?” Eddie quizzes as he swats your ass a couple of times, trying to rid his mind of the racing thoughts.

Gareth audibly moans, “So fuckin’ tight, dude.”

Gareth’s thrusts only get more sloppy as Eddie plays with your ass. When his middle finger slips down your ass crack, feeling out for your asshole, you put your face in the blankets and screech. Your throat is becoming hoarse at all the strangled moans you have let out in the last hour. Over the wet slapping due to Gareth fucking you so good, you hear the squelching of Eddie pooling a drop of spit between your cheeks.

“She will be gushing on you in no time if you just,” Eddie sinks his finger into your other hole, the excessive stimulation maddening. “Add a finger.”

This is why you are madly in love with the man. He knows you better than anyone.

Because he’s right. As soon as he presses his index finger into your asshole, your hips jut forward. Instead of retreating, Eddie and Gareth both clutch onto your waist and fuck you through the white-hot rapture ripping through your body. Your cunt is gushing around Gareth’s cock, the sounds absolutely obscene.

“Oh fuck, Gareth, oh my god yes! Cum, please cum.”

The way your pussy clamps down on Gareth causes him to hit that same wall, too. After one particularly sharp thrust, he is fumbling out of you, jerking his dick off right near Eddie’s intrusive fingers.

His cum spurts out all over your ass crack and Eddie’s hand. Instead of straying away from it, Eddie chuckles at Gareth’s spend coating everything in sight.

You have never felt so drained in your life the moment the orgasm dampens. Eddie and Gareth share snickers when your body essentially drops down onto the bed.

For you, the interaction is done. But Gareth has something devious planned. He exhales, tilting over and dragging his tongue across your cum-covered ass and back. The warmth of his mouth sends goosebumps rising all along your skin. Eddie gawks at his exploit, his eyes dropping to his cum covered hand. He glances over at Gareth who is so focused on cleaning his remnants on you that he’s not focused on what Eddie is about to do.

With his clean hand, Eddie grips your hair and yanks you up by your scalp. You are whiplashed when he places his coated hand in front of your face.

“A gift from Gareth,” He displays, his smile a bit unhinged. You ogle him before accepting his offer, extending your own tongue and dragging it all around his knuckles and fingers. He shakes his head, at your vulgar conduct. “That’s my girl. Always so compliant.”

By the time you are getting the last bit off Eddie’s hand, Gareth is done cleaning you up. He sees what Eddie is making you do and he cannot help the quiver that escapes him.

When your mouth is laced with your own spit and Gareth’s cum, Eddie drops your head delicately. You roll onto your side, your upper body half in Eddie’s lap, half on the bed.

“I need a shower,” You gripe, trying to regain full feeling in your body. You feel a head high, almost as if you just smoked a full joint by yourself or something.

Eddie assists you in getting up, wrapping you in a sheet, “Let’s get you a shower then, baby.”

Gareth watches him help you as he gathers up his clothing off the floor. The room is so small and the bathroom is right outside the sliding door, so you did not have long to walk. Still, your legs felt like they may give out at any time, so Eddie’s trained hands on you were very helpful.

Eddie helps you into the shower, unraveling you from the blanket and holding your hand as you step into the stand-up surround. You give him a gentle smile, nodding that you would be okay with the rest of the chore.

Eddie uses the blanket for himself, wrapping up just in case one of the other guys sees him in the narrow hallway. As he walks out, Gareth is leaving his room, a snicker leaving his lips.

Eddie raises his fist, gesturing that a bump was required.

Gareth returns the bump, “Thanks for letting me join, dude.”

Eddie shakes his head, a half smile ticking upward, “No problem… It’s never happening again.”

“What if she-”

“Never. Happening. Again,” Eddie states firmly, still grinning, “Enjoy your bunk, Emerson.”

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A picture is worth a thousand words

Aaron Hotchner x (photographer) reader

Warning: 18+ only please, SMUT, mentions of torture and murder, emotional trauma.

I hope you all enjoy, may not be my best work but been super sick 🤒 all month and just saw this as a cute idea. Another three part Aaron Hotchner story coming soon my lovelies!

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You’ve been a PI for over two years and ironically a professional photographer for 5. You got into the detective business by accident really.

5 years before

“Hi! Mrs. Barrows? So sorry for the wait I was just setting up…is Mr Barrows here?” You notice the sadness in her eyes, and the tears you notice swelling in her eyes that made you want to bring her in a hug

“is…is everything alright?”

With that final question her tears ran

“he’s cheating on me”

Oh gosh this is gonna be a domestic “urm did you…is there something I can do?”

She shook her head, her face slightly aged but her beauty never wavering, elegant, fuck her husband, he is missing out.

“Hey ya know what, let me take some pics you’re already dressed and have everything.”

After some persuasion you noticed her confidence building while the session continued and it made your day when her laugh came out at the perfect moment. By the end she received an unexpected text. Apparently her husband was held up at the station (cop). Mhmmm right. Oldest excuse in the book but you keep your mouth shut however apparently your face shows more then you thought

“you don’t believe him?”

you really need to learn to control your facial expressions sometimes

“that’s not my place to say”

“but you think it….i do too I just…I don’t know, we have been married for 26 years I can’t believe it but I also need to know…” like a light bulb in her eyes you could almost read her thought “would you be willing to…if I hired you, would you be willing to…follow him, take pictures…just to see if he is really having an affair I’m willing to pay…”

“like…a PI?” “Please”

….

present day.

Turned out her hubby really was just a cheating ass and you were able to get her the proof she needed to believe it and leave…Thanks to her you found your calling…well second calling as a private detective. And a damn good one you became known as the cold case queen. Solving 15 cold cases in your last two years and assisting the police department in on-going investigations. Yet despite that you never would have expected the FBI to be knocking on your door. Especially in the middle of a photography session with a middle aged couple in a rather riské position.

”ahem..excuse me Miss Y/l/n-“

”y/n will be just fine no last name needed what can I do for you agent?”

“Agent Hotchner of the behaviour analysis Unit, this is Dr Reid and Agent Morgan… we were-um” you look back at a rather flustered Agent Hotchner and you can’t help smirk at the hottest man you’ve ever seen flustered and damn did it turn you on. “You were what agent? It’s alright I can talk and work at the same time Mr and Mrs Auburn don’t mind do you?” They both merely smile and laugh.

He clears his throat “right well we actually are assisting in the investigation of nine murdered woman in the last two years and we’ve been told that you are investigating a murder of a Tabatha Burns she-“

It’s like you can see Mrs Burns like it was yesterday, crying in your arms at the murder of her daughter a year ago, police marked it a cold case but she never stopped looking

”yes I know. It’s my only open case At the moment, her mother hired me a few months ago….you think it’s connected to your nine?”

”yes she fits the victimology and according to her mother the victim..”

“Tabatha….her name is Tabatha, she’s dead doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve her own identity-“

you take a deep breath trying to hold the attitude in, scared that you just offended the skinny one they call Dr Reid. He merely smiles understandably as you notice agent’s eyes looking into your soul, like he’s trying to study you like a book…and you start to wonder how much he can read. Hotchner speaks for Reid

“of course…according to Tabitha’s mother she was running her usual route but never came back”

“yes I went the route to see the most likely places she could have been attacked-“

“and?”

“Well it was during midday so there were others around most of the route but she turns into the woods half way through. Rough ground, and extremely annoying for those of you, like my fine self, who don’t run unless I’m chasing or being chased I was winded barely half way there-“

you notice the model of a man agent Derek laugh and Dr Reid holding in one. But your attention remained on the dark haired stud whose eyes remained serious even as you notice a smirk pulling at his mouth against his better judgement….mmm what I would do for those lips on- you shake off the wetness pooling between your legs as you continue

“anyway you’d need to know the area and be patient, as well as physically fit to keep up with Tabatha, find your way around, AND knock her out and take her to a second location without ever being noticed and not having a single witness…”

You could feast on those impressed looks these agents are giving you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t boost your ego and confidence. You continued and let them know everything you had…

”thank you Mis- I mean y/n this has been greatly helpful and appreciated, if you can think of anything else or find any more information please give me a personal call here’s my number-“ Hotchner hands you the card and his callused fingers lightly graze against your hand and it feels like a flame in the midst of a blizzard.

His gaze never wavering from you, remaining moments longer as the rest turn away. As he turns away however it’s like you want to stay in Hotchner’s presence a little longer. “Um actually agent Hotchner-“

“please Hotch is fine” you smile at the opportunity to get closer to this man and his warmth…

”thanks…well um Hotch…I wanted to ask…if you do find whoever did this. This unsub you call it? Let me be the one to tell Tabathas mother? She has gone through so much and I’ve made her a promise I will do everything in my power to give her some justice… she deserves to hear it all from a friend….we both know its gonna get uglier before he makes a mistake and you find him and…she doesn’t even know everything he did to Tab…I know its not how things are done in the FBI and protocol and whatever but i’d consider it a huge favour if-“

he grabs your hand and it stops your rambling in your tracks as he gently rubs your hand with his thumb…”I understand….I will call you personally and I’ll make sure to tell the officers”

you smile gratefully and notice his hands remained in yours and your heart beats so loud you could hear it in your ears and you pray he can’t hear it. Little did you know his heart was beating just as hard and his cock twitched as you gave him that pleading look in your eyes wanting to stare at them forever. But Derek pries him away and he desperately wishes everything could stop for a moment so he could have his way.

….

The case went just as you said…a fuck ton uglier before Hotchner and his BAU team found the unsub…a Richard Prine….while he was torturing a young woman that you swear could be Tabatha’s sister. You didn’t even know until Hotch texted you

Aaron ‘the hunk’ Hotchner: We found him. Would you like me to meet you to tell you everything?

Y/N: :( I would prefer you coming over for better reasons ;) but yes you can come to my apartment if that’s alright I’m just doing some work at home.?

you send him your address and within the hour Aaron Hotchner is at your door and damn do you almost swoon at his loosed tie unbuttoned at the top and no suite jacket….but he looks so tired, so worn….its worse then you thought.

“Come in”

You move aside and smell a note of his intoxicating cologne

“please sit…would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee?”

”water’s just fine thanks”

You get both of you some iced water and you sit bracing yourself for whatever he has to say. You dig your feet into the carpet and fidget with the rings on your finger

“his name was Richard Prine ….”

You tried not to throw up as Hotch tells you everything. By the end your head feels like its gonna explode

“fuck….I’m gonna have to tell Tabs mother, how am I gonna tell her-“ you rub your eyes from complete exhaustion and walk to your espresso machine if your gonna do this you need something to keep you going “want one?”

“Sure….when will you go to Mrs Burns?”

his eyes remain on you searching, reading,

“After I chug this down-“

”would…would you like me to go with you? After all I still owe you that photo shoot for sharing all your information you had on the case We can go there straight after and have the night…we leave for Quantico tomorrow afternoon” you almost forgot that you made him agree to a photoshoot before handing your files over. You blush and you gratefully nod and you would hug him right now if it didn’t risk you wanting to jump his bones in the desperate need for a distraction and to think of anything but the terrible trauma that you are about to inflict on an already mourning mother.

“Thanks….I’d appreciate the company”

“Of course. I can drive as well if you’d like?”

“Nah it’s ok I enjoy driving helps clear my head but thanks…shall we?” You quickly grab your red leather jacket and let Hotch pass as you lock your door and put the security code, he stares at the extra security you had placed and you’re surprised to see concern in his eyes…

”I had a couple break ins by some rather angry hubbys who’s wives were none too happy to find out about their many lovers…..and vices”

“ah….they didn’t hurt you did they?” You notice Hotch’s hands clench and you are rather touched by the fact this man already cares that much.

“They tried haha but no usually they didn’t get within two steps near me before they get knocked on their asses” he smiles at that almost challenging look in is eyes and for the life of you you can’t figure out what it means but you want to see how far it can be pushed.

The drive was silent on your way to Mrs Burns as your head turns into a storm of words trying to figure out what you are gonna say, what you should say and what should remain unsaid.

“Just tell her the truth….at the end of the day. She deserves to know and I found with the truth at least they won’t question what happened and they can move forward and try and move on” It was like he could read your very thoughts and his words were a comfort to you. He’s right. That’s all she ever asked of you and you can’t back down now.

…

”the truth is Marge…” you look at Hotch’s eyes and he looks at you with such elegant care and you find comfort lost in his brown caramel eyes.

“The truth is Marge….Tab was killed by a man who needed to feel in power and he took it out on Tab….but the truth is Tabatha was a brave, kind hearted girl and she died protecting another girl, she died being kind and that takes so much strength….thats how you should remember it and her Marge. Don’t give that coward any attention cause he doesn’t deserve it. Tab was a hero and that’s all you need to know” you do everything you can to not to break down as Marge breaks down falling to her knees crying and you fall to your knees next to her and hold her, she grasps onto you for dear life you hug her tight and let her cry. All you wanted to do was cry right by her but you keep your eyes locked on Hotch and his eyes are like a hug to your soul supporting you up and keeping you strong and his smile makes you want to kiss that smile and stay there forever you stay firm.

When Marge’s eyes dry you help her sit and make her a tea before you leave. As you go back into the family room handing her the tea Hotch is holding her hand “you have my most heartfelt condolences Mrs Burns and if there is anything I can do please don’t hesitate to call me” he hands her his card and you hand her her tea before “we should probably head out please try to rest Marge and I’ll come by in a couple days to check up” She gives you one last grateful hug and you both leave. The pain in her eyes and her tears staining your shirt and mind.

The ride back was silent and Hotch respected your need to just sit and think. Even on your way up to your studio he respected it and merely comforted you just by being near. He opened every door for you and let you go first. Once you turned on the lights of the studio you felt a relief in your heart. For a few hours the pain can be subsided and distracted by taking pictures of this painfully sexy dark haired, serious FBI agent. As you stare back you almost laugh out loud seeing this usually composed serious man, stand awkwardly in the middle of the room as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself and you feel your dominant side arise. “You can relax handsome we just taking some pictures not rehearsing in front of a crowd. Can you take your tie off and sit down on the sofa….there is a waiver on the table I’d like you to read and sign before we begin.”

“A waver?”

“Yup…basically just saying that we wont do anything you aren’t comfortable with and if at any point you feel uncomfortable you will tell me immediately and we will stop. I usually take pictures of the sexier or kinkier persuasion, so consent is priority. And if you do decide to share my work you give me the credit and etc.”

he reads through the the contract and you smile….yup he was definitely a lawyer…you can practically see him take apart the entire waiver…you set everything up. You’ve been thinking about taking his pictures, how you want him posed, since you’ve met. You look back to see him sign the waiver. “Perfect….so this is where it gets rather intimate so as I said we wont do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If you can sit here” you point to the chair you had set up, the chair is set backwards so his arms and head will rest on the back, his legs spread.

“Um….how do you want me..”

”just sit on it just how it’s facing me…”

His tie is off but his shirt is still buttoned so you go to him as he’s sitting “may I?” You gesture you hands to his shirt and he swallows hard his eyes slightly dilated. “Of course”

“perfect”

you unbutton his top buttons and you keep your hand longer then nessasry on his chest, you coul feel his heart beating through and for a moment you stay like that Hotchs eyes blow black.. you finally pull yourself away and lightly ruffle his hair. “Perfect now I want you to look down at me maybe have your head leaning against your hand.” He does as you say, naturally and it looks just as hot as you imagined….fuck he’s hot deliciously so…you take a few pictures of him in this position, and the more pictures you take you notice Hotch’s inhibitions slowly break away and his comfort levels increasing. “Ok so this next one is a bit more intimate are you on with it? I wanna go for a dominant becoming submissive sorta vibe?” His confusion evident and adorable, absolutely adorable. You smile and take your camera. you stand up close in front of him…he looks up at you sitting in the chair and fuck, seeing him look up at you with those curious dilated innocent eyes makes you want to kiss him until he begs for breath. Or cuff him to that chair and show him how good he can feel. His breath quickens so you try and remain calm and collected. you step even closer feeling his warmth and his breath on your chest. “You are the type of man who is always dominant, always having to be in control. Sometimes guys like you, need to let go. Let go of control and thoughts and just feel. There is a beauty to it and damn can it feel good.” Your breath quickens as you talk and you can see Hotch’s cheeks flush and heat. He swallows hard and his eyes are almost entirely black, no sign of that caramel, you set your camera….this is exactly how you want him but one more touch…you move your hand faster then you think and your hand is on his throat…’s breath hitches and he almost stops breathing like he couldn’t move “is this okay?” You whisper and he swallows, you feel the action under your hands, his pulse, his warmth, his neck in your hands and you feel the warmth and wetness stick to your panties as he meekly nods you keep your hand there and take a picture after picture. Finally, you put down your camera and before you remove your hand he grabs it to keep your hand on his neck and your grip tightens. You stay there for a moment afraid to move and this whole moment falls apart, you move even closer and your grip tightens just enough to partially block his air ways, you look down and notice his hardening under his slacks and you smirk down at him as he swallows and moves himself into your grasp. You don’t think, you don’t consider you just go for it and within the same second your lips come crashing into his and its like fire to your entire body as his hands move through your hair and pulls so you keep your grip on his neck and make him stand up as your tongue finds its way into his mouth needing to taste him more and you feel his equal desperation…

”give me your belt” you whisper into his mouth and he obeys without restraint, unbuckling his belt and taking it off all in one smooth movement. He hands it to you leaning in, desperate for more kisses but you put your hands on his chest and keep him a step away. He damn near whimpers for the need of your warmth and it turns you on to see this man needing you like you’re his only meal.

“Give me your hands Aaron Hotchner” at the sound of his first name he growls and hands you his hands anything to feel your warmth you keep eye contact and put his hands together and tie them slowly without even having to look…this is like muscle memory for you. Once his hands are tied you can see the length of his impressive hard on trying to rip through his slacks and you take his hands and lead him to the couch. you sit him down and he swallows as you keep his tied hands in yours kissing them slowly and sucking his fingers he growls “fuck y/n please”

“please what Aaron? Tell me what you want agent”

“say my name again”

“tsk tsk tsk don’t you know to say please Agent?” You tease

”fuck…please say my name y/n please”

“mmm Aaron tell me what you want”

he moans just at the sound of his name through your lips and you can feel him trying to grab you with his tied hands but you don’t give him the chance you swiftly move his hands on top of his head and sit on his lap the feeling of his bulge under you, between your legs makes you moan his name as you slowly grind on his lap his eyes rolling back and he almost fights your grip but you tighten your grip on his arms and kiss his neck, biting his neck and nibbling his ears. His moans and growls intoxicating. “Keep your arms up or I get off your lap understand?” He moans and nods “yes” he whispers out of breath. “Yes I understand”

You leg go of his arms and he obeys and keeps his arms up, his gaze never leaving you as you unbuckle his pants and- he hisses at your touch as you pump his bare hard cock “fuck y/n baby fuck yes please fuck” you keep pumping him faster and harder as you grind on his lap and pump, kissing his lips, his tongue attacking yours like a war you don’t want to end. “I said use yours words Aaron what do you want sir? Tell me how you want me” his eyes darken and you can swear he looks at you like prey even as you’re on top of him and he is the one tied up. You are still his prey. “Please….i want to be in you. I need you” you swallow hard at the words as you get off his lap just fast enough to take off your pants and before you can react his tied hands are grabbing you back into him and you don’t even fight it you lift your self up on his lap and at first just put the tip in, fuck this mans impressive even his tip starts to stretch you and you love the needy growls and moans as you tease him further…he smiles as he wipes that smirk from your face by grabbing your shirt and pushing you all the way down his length and you scream out in ecstasy and delicious pain “fuck Aaron!”

“Mmmm” He moans your name over and over as you ride him like a race and you feel your coil almost snap but you keep going you want him to cum first you want to feel his cock twitch and release

“fu-fuck baby I’m -fuck I’m gonna cum” he breathlessly moans into your mouth

“cum Aaron…please cum in me you have full permission” his eyes roll back as you grab his neck and ride him even faster and with his full length inside you he screams your name as you feel his cock twitch inside you and the feeling of his release forces you over the edge and you clench his cock milking every drop of his cum inside you. You stay there breathlessly on his lap just leaning into his forehead “definitely the best photshoot I’ve ever done” you giggle and he laughs “this is my first and definitely the best photshoot I’ve ever been involved in.” You laugh into each other and you start to untie his hands still on his lap….and as you look at him you start to remember one unfortunate fact….this man that just lit your entire body on fire is leaving in the morning and as if he can read your thoughts again he says “if you don’t have any other plans tonight…would you want to spend it together?” You find it adorable as if you could ever say no to such an offer, you smile “of course I would. I thought you’d never ask…and it just so happens I have an appartment on top of this studio….ready and waiting for a night of movies and dinner and a whole lot more of what we just did if I’m lucky” you wink as he laughs and its like music to your ears “sounds incredible” you take his hand and lead him up stairs….you have no idea what will come between the two of you but you are gonna appreciate this night as much as you possibly can and save that smile of his, in your mind forever.

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VIRGINITY— biker! bucky barnes

WARNING: insecurities, alcohol, drinking, SMUT, loss of virginity.

MINORS DNI

You sat at the corner of the bar, swirling your drink absently, trying to ignore the buzz of conversations around you. Your friends were deep in yet another discussion about their sexual escapades, laughter and teasing filling the air. You faked a smile, nodding along, but inside, you were crumbling.

You had never been in a serious relationship, never been with someone you trusted enough to cross that line. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but you had never felt ready, and now—well, now you were stuck. The jokes, the playful teasing, the way your friends acted as though it was something everyone should have already done by your age—it made you feel small. Embarrassed.

You had never told anyone the truth: you were an adult virgin. It felt ridiculous, given your age. And every time you tried to navigate the topic, you felt a burning shame creep up your chest. You weren’t even sure why it bothered you so much—it wasn’t that sex was all that important, but it felt like you had missed some unspoken milestone.

You took another sip of your drink, eyes flickering across the bar. Your gaze landed on him. Bucky Barnes. The biker. The man everyone talked about. Dangerous. Captivating. He had a way about him that made the air around him feel charged, like you were stepping into a thunderstorm whenever he walked into a room.

You had never spoken to him before, but something about tonight made you feel… brave. Your heart pounded in your chest as you debated, the idea pushing against the walls of your mind. Could you really do it?

With a deep breath, you stood up, your legs feeling a little unsteady as you walked across the room toward him. He was sitting at the far corner, his leather jacket glinting under the dim lights, eyes scanning the room. When he looked up and saw you approaching, there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

“Well, look what we have here,” Bucky said, his deep voice smooth, like velvet wrapped around steel. He studied you for a moment, then smirked, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. “Didn’t expect you to come over, sweetheart.”

You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling much smaller in front of him. “I need your help,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended, but steady.

He leaned back in his seat, studying you with a raised eyebrow. “Help? With what?”

The words rushed out before you could second-guess them. “I want you to take my virginity.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed slightly, not in judgment, but in curiosity. There was a heavy pause, the noise of the bar fading into the background.

“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice low.

You swallowed hard, then nodded, trying to maintain eye contact despite the embarrassment rising in your chest. “Yes. I can’t keep pretending that it doesn’t bother me. I just… I need it to be done. To move on.”

He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto yours, the amusement in his expression fading. There was something different there now, something more thoughtful, as if he was weighing your words carefully. “You know it’s not as simple as just… doing it. You can’t just erase that kind of thing with one night. It’s not a transaction.”

You felt a pang of guilt, but your resolve held strong. “I’m not looking for anything more than that. I just want to get rid of the shame. I want to stop feeling like a freak.”

There was another long pause. Bucky studied you intently, and for a moment, you thought he might turn you away, that he would scoff and walk off. But instead, he let out a low breath and leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Why me?” he asked quietly. “You don’t even know me.”

You shrugged, forcing yourself to stay calm. “I don’t know, but you’re the only one I can think of who could actually do it. I know you’re… experienced. You’re not looking for anything more. And I don’t want it to be some awkward, emotional thing with someone I’m close to.”

Bucky’s lips twitched upward at the edges, but there was still something unreadable in his eyes. “You really think I’m the right person for this?”

You nodded. “I do. I don’t want to make this harder than it needs to be.”

He was quiet for a moment, looking at you as though he was seeing you for the first time. Then, his voice dropped, low and almost teasing. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

You didn’t know how to respond. The tension between you both was thick, and for a split second, you thought maybe you had made a mistake, maybe you had pushed it too far. But then he said, “Alright. But this doesn’t happen the way you’re thinking. I’m not just going to rush in and get it over with. You’re asking me for something important, whether you realize it or not. We do it slow, on my terms. You understand?”

You swallowed, the weight of his words sinking in. “Yeah. I understand.”

Bucky gave you a long, measured look, then stood up, motioning for you to follow him. “Come with me. But if we’re doing this, I need you to know that there’s no turning back once you step into my world. And I’m not talking about just the physical side. You got it?”

You nodded, your heart racing as you followed him outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin. There was a motorcycle waiting for you—his bike—and as he started it up, the rumble of the engine filled the air.

Bucky didn’t say much during the ride, but the tension was palpable. The promise of what was to come felt heavy between you, but you also felt a strange sense of calm. It wasn’t just about the sex—it was about taking control of something that had always felt out of reach.

And maybe, just maybe, it was about learning who you were in the process.

When you reached his place, a quiet, almost eerie feeling settled over you. The place was secluded, the kind of place people didn’t just stumble into. You weren’t sure what to expect, but you knew one thing for sure—it was going to be a night unlike any other.

As he led you inside, he gave you a look, almost soft now, and the edge of his smirk faded for a moment. “You sure about this?”

This time, you didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

And as the door closed behind you, you knew things were about to change forever.

Bucky led you through the dimly lit hallway, the soft click of his boots on the wooden floor echoing in the quiet. His place was sparse but cozy—leather furniture, soft lighting, and the faint scent of motor oil and wood. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, a promise of what was to come, and your heart pounded harder with every step.

He turned to face you, his eyes piercing, the intensity of his gaze making you feel both nervous and oddly safe. There was something commanding in the way he moved, like everything in his world had its place and purpose. You were about to become a part of that world, at least for tonight.

“You still sure about this?” he asked again, his voice low but steady. There was a softness there now, a care that you hadn’t expected.

You nodded, your throat dry. “Yes.”

For a moment, neither of you moved, and the silence stretched between you like a taut wire. Then, with a small, almost imperceptible shift, Bucky reached for you. He didn’t rush; his hands were gentle as he cupped your face, thumb grazing over your cheek. His touch was soft, but it held a weight, as though he was giving you space to back out if you wanted to.

But you didn’t want to. Not anymore.

His lips brushed yours once, a tender, fleeting touch that left a spark of warmth behind. “We’re doing this slow, remember,” he murmured against your mouth. “No rush.”

You barely had time to respond before his lips found yours again, this time with more pressure, more intention. His kiss was slow and deliberate, like he was testing the waters, gauging how far you were willing to go. You felt the heat build between you, a pull you couldn’t ignore. His hands slid to your shoulders, guiding you backward toward the couch. He kept the kiss slow, letting you set the pace, his tongue sweeping gently against yours as if coaxing you into the moment.

You let yourself relax into the kiss, allowing yourself to be swept up in it, the world outside fading into nothing. When his hands moved down your body, tracing the curve of your waist, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you let him explore, your breath hitching as his touch grew more confident. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this—this slow, tender approach that felt both overwhelming and comforting at the same time.

When he broke the kiss, his eyes met yours, dark with intensity but also something softer, more thoughtful. “You’re doing good,” he said quietly, a half-smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “You sure you’re not regretting it yet?”

You shook your head, unable to find words, but the look in your eyes answered him. Bucky seemed to understand, the corner of his lips curling up in approval.

He moved to stand, giving you a moment to catch your breath. His eyes scanned your face, then flicked to the rest of your body. He didn’t say anything, just moved with purpose, pulling off his jacket and tossing it aside. The muscles in his arms flexed as he reached for the buttons of his shirt, and for a moment, you couldn’t tear your gaze away. He was everything you had imagined—and more.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmured as he pulled his shirt off, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “I’m not going to force you to do anything.”

You nodded, your chest tight. It wasn’t that you were scared of him—quite the opposite. It was more that you weren’t used to feeling this exposed, this vulnerable. But you also knew you wanted to move forward, to feel something real, to finally shed the skin of your past insecurities.

When he returned to you, his hands traced the lines of your shirt, his fingers brushing the fabric as he slowly pulled it over your head. His eyes never left yours, as though he was waiting for any sign that you wanted to stop. But you didn’t. You wanted this. Wanted him to show you what it felt like to be with someone who didn’t judge, who didn’t rush, who was patient with your fears.

His hands moved to your back, unclipping your bra with practiced ease. You tensed for a moment, but when his warm palms touched your skin, you melted into him. Bucky kissed the side of your neck, his lips warm against your skin, his breath hot as he whispered, “You’re doing amazing. Just breathe.”

He guided you to sit on the edge of the couch, his fingers brushing through your hair as he gently pulled you toward him. “You trust me?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours.

“Yeah,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

He smiled at that, the first truly soft smile you’d seen from him. It was a rare thing, but it made your heart skip a beat.

His hands were slow and deliberate, moving with care as he undid your jeans, pulling them down your legs. The feeling of his hands on your bare skin was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. He didn’t rush, didn’t make you feel like you were just another conquest. He was patient with you, letting you feel every touch, every caress as though you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

When he stood up, you followed his lead, and for a long, quiet moment, the two of you simply stood there, eyes locked in a silent understanding. Then, slowly, Bucky reached for the waistband of his jeans, pulling them down with deliberate slowness, as though he was making sure you were ready, that you weren’t overwhelmed.

When he was finally fully undressed, he stood before you, the air heavy with anticipation, but still so much gentleness between you both. “Are you ready?” he asked softly, his voice a low rasp that sent a thrill through your body.

You nodded, the nervousness bubbling inside you but being overshadowed by a quiet excitement. It wasn’t about the physicality anymore. It was about this moment, about trusting him, about taking this step for yourself.

“I’m ready,” you whispered back.

And with that, Bucky moved closer, his hands finding yours, guiding you through each step of the way, until the moment came that would change everything.

Bucky’s presence was a steady weight against you, his touch warm and calming as his hands brushed over your skin. The silence between you both was filled with anticipation, but it wasn’t suffocating. It was more like a quiet promise—an unspoken understanding that you were both in this together, that nothing would be rushed or forced.

He paused for a moment, just before the final step, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten. His thumb brushed your cheek gently, the touch soft against the nerves that had started to surface again.

“You’re sure?” he asked again, his voice low but steady.

You nodded, your breath shallow. “I’m sure.”

Bucky seemed to absorb your words, and for a moment, the world outside of this small, intimate space disappeared. There was only the two of you, this moment, this step you were about to take together. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then moved slowly to kiss your lips again, a slow, comforting kiss that reminded you that this wasn’t about just the physical act. It was about the trust, the vulnerability, the space you were both sharing.

His hands moved slowly now, pulling you in closer, positioning you with a care that made your heart flutter. The way he touched you was deliberate, soft, as though every movement was designed to make you feel safe. Even now, at the brink of what you had been so afraid of, he was gentle, never once pushing you beyond what you could handle.

Bucky’s voice was a low murmur as he spoke. “We go slow. No need to rush, sweetheart.”

You nodded again, feeling the slight flutter of nerves in your stomach, but also a sense of calm. His steady presence, his confidence, made you feel like you could trust him completely. This wasn’t just about breaking down walls; it was about building something more—something that took time.

As you lay in bed, Bucky’s eyes locked onto yours, filled with a deep affection and desire. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and he was determined to make it perfect for you.

“And you’re absolutely sure about this, doll?” he asked, his voice low and husky as he gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. Bucky smiled softly and leaned in to kiss you. His lips were gentle, but full of passion, and you felt yourself melting into his touch.

As he kissed you, Bucky’s hands began to explore your body. He touched you softly, tracing the curves of your waist and hips. A shiver ran down your spine as his fingers brushed against your skin.

Bucky pulled back from the kiss and looked at you with adoring eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I want to make this perfect for you.”

He began to undress you slowly, taking his time to savor every moment. As each piece of clothing came off, Bucky’s eyes lit up with excitement. He praised every inch of your body, telling you how beautiful and desirable you were.

When you were finally naked, Bucky took a step back to admire you. His eyes roamed over your body, drinking in the sight of your curves and soft skin. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as he gazed at you with such intensity.

But instead of making you feel self-conscious, Bucky’s gaze made you feel empowered. He made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Bucky stepped closer to the bed and gently pushed you back onto the pillows. He followed after you, his body hovering above yours as he began to kiss your neck and shoulders.

As he kissed you, Bucky’s lips left gentle hickeys on your skin. You felt a surge of pleasure at the sensation and couldn’t help but moan softly.

Bucky smiled against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “I love hearing you make those noises,” he whispered.

He continued to kiss and nibble on your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys on your neck and shoulders. You felt like you were on fire, your body burning with desire.

Finally, Bucky pulled back and looked at you with burning eyes. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

You nodded, eagerly anticipating what was about to happen. Bucky smiled softly and positioned himself between your legs. He took his time, slowly entering you with gentleness and care.

As he moved inside you, Bucky made sure to go at a pace that was comfortable for both of you. He whispered praises in your ear, telling you how beautiful and strong you were.

The pain was minimal, but Bucky made sure to check in with you to make sure everything was okay. When you nodded that it was fine, he continued to move inside you with slow, sweet thrusts.

As you moved together, Bucky left more hickeys on your skin, making you shiver with pleasure. The combination of the gentle sex and the soft bites on your skin sent waves of ecstasy through your body.

With careful precision, Bucky guided you through the moments, letting you feel each step, each touch, without overwhelming you. His lips found the curve of your neck, his kisses gentle as his hands continued to explore. The air between you was charged, and yet the gentleness of his approach created a calm rhythm, a steady beat that you could follow.

Time seemed to slow, and with each passing second, the unease that had once gripped you slowly melted away, replaced by a quiet eagerness. You weren’t just giving away a piece of yourself; you were claiming it. Taking ownership of your desires, your vulnerability, and what it meant to truly feel something.

Bucky’s gaze met yours once more, his face a mask of focus, but his eyes softened with understanding. “You’re doing good. I’m not going anywhere.”

The words, simple as they were, sent a wave of warmth through you, and you finally allowed yourself to fully surrender to the moment. You trusted him—trusted that he wasn’t just doing this for his own pleasure, but because he understood the weight of what you were asking. And when the moment came, when you felt the delicate shift, the change, you didn’t flinch.

Instead, you breathed through it, feeling the newness, the unfamiliarity. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t painful either. The slow burn of the moment, the tenderness of it, created a sense of closeness that went beyond just physical connection. It was about trust. About respect. About knowing that this wasn’t just an experience—it was part of something bigger.

As the moments passed, Bucky’s movements were soft, rhythmic, giving you time to adjust, time to feel. He was patient, never rushing, his focus entirely on you. His hands moved over your body with reverence, as though each touch was a way of telling you that you were worth the time, that you were worth this.

The silence between you two was filled only with the sound of soft breaths, the occasional murmur of his voice, and the quiet beat of your heart. There was no pressure, no rush. Just the simple act of two people sharing a moment, exploring, learning, and connecting in a way you hadn’t thought possible.

It was everything you needed it to be. It wasn’t some grand, movie-like moment; it was real, raw, and intimate. It was exactly what you had hoped for when you first came to him, and it was more than you had ever expected.

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky came inside you, his body shuddering with pleasure. As you both caught your breath, you looked up at Bucky, your eyes filled with love and gratitude.

When it was over, and the tension slowly began to ease from your bodies, Bucky held you close, pulling you into his arms with a comforting gentleness. He didn’t say anything at first, simply held you, letting the quiet stretch between you two.

You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as your own gradually slowed. There was no awkwardness, no sense of rushing to get out of the moment. Just peace. A deep, calming peace.

Bucky’s voice, soft and reassuring, broke the silence. “You okay?”

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

He kissed the top of your head, a gesture that held more meaning than you could put into words. “Good. You don’t have to be anything you’re not. You’re not a freak. And you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

The words settled deep inside you, soothing the last remnants of doubt and fear that had once held you captive. You had done it. Not just the act itself, but the bravery it took to ask for what you wanted, to step into the unknown and trust someone with your vulnerability.

The silence stretched between you two, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. There was a quiet sense of understanding, a peacefulness that had settled in the room, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel like you were carrying around the weight of your past insecurities.

Bucky didn’t rush to fill the silence with words. Instead, he just held you, the warmth of his body grounding you. You could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your ear, his presence steady and calming. You felt safe. Something you hadn’t realized you’d been craving for so long.

His hand gently traced circles on your back, the light touch a contrast to the intensity of the night. It was grounding, like a quiet reassurance that things had changed, that this moment was real, not just a fleeting memory.

You were still tangled up in his arms when you finally found the courage to speak again. “Thank you,” you said softly, your voice a whisper, almost unsure if you were still in some kind of dream. “I didn’t know what to expect, but this… this was different.”

Bucky’s response came almost immediately, a soft chuckle vibrating through his chest. “Different, huh?” He leaned back slightly, just enough for you to see the faintest smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “What were you expecting?”

You bit your lip, feeling a blush creep up your neck at the memory of your initial request. “I don’t know,” you admitted, “Something more… rushed, maybe. Less… gentle.”

He raised an eyebrow, the teasing smile still there, but his eyes were soft. “You think I’d rush something like that? Not my style, sweetheart. But I get it. You wanted to make it simple, get it over with. But it’s not that simple. Not with you. Not with something like this.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. It wasn’t just about the physical part. It was about the way he respected you, the way he seemed to see you—not just a woman to be used, but someone deserving of kindness and care. He wasn’t doing this out of obligation or to tick something off his list. He was doing it because, in some strange way, he wanted to.

“You’re not… like the others,” you murmured, feeling vulnerable again, but in a different way. A way that felt freeing.

Bucky’s expression softened, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. “I try not to be,” he said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’m not gonna lie to you—there’s no way to change the past. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna treat you like some number, some ‘thing to get over.’ You deserved more than that. And I could tell you needed it to be real, not just some story you’ve been told by people who don’t even get it.”

His words wrapped around you like a blanket, warm and comforting. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear them, how much you needed to feel like this moment was about more than just crossing an item off your internal checklist. It was about real connection. And as much as you’d convinced yourself you were doing this to shed the weight of your past, you had also given yourself the chance to experience what real intimacy could feel like.

“You’ve got this whole thing figured out, huh?” you asked softly, resting your head back on his chest, your fingers tracing random patterns on his skin.

“Not at all,” he admitted with a small laugh. “But I do know that when you take the time to listen, it’s a lot easier to get things right. You wanted this to be different—and it was.”

You smiled at his words, feeling a quiet sense of relief settle over you. You had spent so much of your life worrying about being “behind,” about not being where others seemed to be. But in that moment, in Bucky’s arms, you realized it didn’t matter. There was no race. No timeline you had to follow. You were on your own path, and for once, it felt okay to simply be where you were.

“How do you always know what to say?” you asked, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

Bucky’s smile was warm, but there was a hint of something deeper behind his eyes. “I don’t. I just try to be real. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that sometimes, you’ve just gotta let people be who they are.”

You thought about that for a moment, then looked up at him. “That’s probably the best advice I’ve heard in a while.”

He shrugged, his gaze never leaving yours. “You’ll figure it out. You’ve got more strength than you realize.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so instead, you just nodded, feeling a quiet sense of understanding between you two. The kind of understanding that didn’t require words, but only time spent together, the kind that built a bridge over the differences between you.

As the night wore on, Bucky stayed close, his presence grounding and steady. There was no rush to leave, no hurry to move on to the next thing. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you could just… breathe.

You weren’t sure what the future held, but in this moment, with Bucky beside you, you felt a quiet peace that you hadn’t known you were missing. Whatever happened next, you knew this was a step forward. Not just in breaking down walls or getting rid of the shame you carried, but in understanding yourself a little bit more.

And for once, it felt like that was enough.

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someonegoood · 14 hours ago

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THE CORPORATE EQUATION drabble #6 ✫ jeon jungkook

CONTAINS: corporate!au, ceo!jk, headofhr!reader, grumpy x sunshine, slow burn, accidental vulnerability, mutual pining, emotionally unavailable jk, bickering turned bonding, fluff & angst :)

NOTE: this will be a mini series. thanks so much for reading!! this work is not revised and english is not my first language :)

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The days following the kiss were a whirlwind of stolen glances, unspoken words, and the electric tension that neither of you addressed—but both of you felt.

At work, Jungkook was still the composed, intimidating CEO that had built his empire from the ground up. But there were cracks in the façade, tiny moments where the professional mask slipped—like the way his gaze lingered just a second too long when you walked into a room, or the way his fingers brushed against yours when he handed you a document.

You caught him staring more than once, his dark eyes unreadable, his expression betraying something deeper than he was willing to admit. Yet, in meetings, he was the same gruff, no-nonsense leader, making you wonder if the kiss had been a dream.

But then there were the evenings—the ones where you worked late, and he’d find an excuse to be there too. The tension between you built in the silence, in the space between your desks, in the way his breath hitched when your fingers accidentally touched reaching for the same file.

And the text messages.

Jungkook: Did you eat today? You: Yes, CEO Jeon, I can take care of myself. Jungkook: Just making sure. You forget when you're busy. You: You say that like you don’t do the same thing. Jungkook: Touché.

Neither of you talked about what had happened, but it was there—hovering in the spaces between your words, waiting to be acknowledged. Until one evening, when Jungkook’s father unknowingly pushed the conversation closer than either of you were ready for.

The restaurant was warm and lively, the soft hum of conversation mingling with the clinking of glasses and quiet music playing in the background. You hadn’t expected to run into anyone you knew—much less them.

Jungkook stiffened beside you as soon as his eyes landed on the older couple seated at the corner table. His parents.

Mrs. Jeon was elegant as always, a quiet, refined presence with knowing eyes that missed nothing. Mr. Jeon, on the other hand, was the complete opposite—warm, expressive, and currently wearing a knowing smirk as he beckoned you both over.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the two busiest people in the company,” Mr. Jeon said, setting his chopsticks down. “Come sit. Join us.”

You glanced up at Jungkook, unsure, but his father had already waved over the waiter to pull up two extra chairs. There was no escape.

As soon as you were seated, Mr. Jeon’s gaze landed on you with a fondness that startled you. “You know, I still remember the day you first joined the company. You had this determined look in your eye—like you were ready to take on the world.” He chuckled. “I told Jungkook back then that you’d be trouble for him.”

Jungkook let out an exasperated sigh. “Dad.”

“I meant it in a good way,” Mr. Jeon said, grinning. “And I was right, wasn’t I?”

Jungkook shot you a glance, but you only smiled into your glass. You weren’t about to help him out of this.

Dinner passed in a blur of casual conversation, Mr. Jeon regaling you with stories of Jungkook’s childhood—stories that Jungkook, for all his stoic CEO composure, seemed thoroughly embarrassed by. But the moment that truly stood out was later in the evening, when you found yourself alone with Mrs. Jeon while your boss and his father were talking business outside.

“You’re very special to him, you know,” she said softly.

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around your glass. “I don’t—We haven’t really—”

Mrs. Jeon simply smiled, as if she already knew. “That boy… He takes his time with his feelings. But I see it.”

“Jungkook has always been careful with his heart. But I have a feeling that, with you, he’s already lost it.”

Your breath caught.

You had been avoiding the conversation—avoiding defining what was happening between you and Jungkook. But somehow, in this quiet moment, it felt impossible to ignore.

Mrs. Jeon reached over, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “Just be patient with him.”

You swallowed, your heart pounding as you nodded.

When the Jeons' stepped back into the main room, Jungkook’s eyes immediately found yours, searching, questioning. And for the first time, you wondered if maybe it was time for both of you to stop pretending.

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pinkpalaceblogs · 2 days ago

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How sbsf!chris and bsf!LS met blurb! (?)

Warning! Mentions of underage drinking (dont do this!), cursing, sharing a bed for the first time. Lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: i made up a fake school name bc im to lazy to look one up.

November 23rd, 2020 (we are just gonna pretend covid wasn’t a thing)

“Aren’t you supposed to be the older mature one?” You say as you half ass carry your sister out of the long awaited over hyped party thrown by one of the lacrosse boys. “God you fucking reek of cheap vodka” you add letting out a sigh.

“Y/n…. Did… did i ever tell you how much i looooove you!” She exclaims throwing her arms around your shoulders. “Yes many times but your drunk and I need to sneak you in before mom and dad realize im gone too and we both end up grounded.” Turning your sister to her side as you drape one of her arms over your shoulders and wrap ur arm around her waist.

Your struggling to even walk with how drunk she is. She finally takes you both down. “Goddamn lys, your too fucking drunk. You cant even walk straight. You cant go home like this.” You let out a huff brushing your hair out your face. Sitting in the ground contemplating life at this point. Your stuck you dont know what to do.

“Yo lys?! You good?” You hear a guy call out. Looking up you see him. Christopher Sturniolo. Sure you know of him. You know he’s friends with your sister, and some of the girls in your school have hooked up with him, you’ve just never met him in person or spoke to him. That also maybe because you don’t even go to the same school as your sister. You wanted a better education and talked your parents into letting you go to a private school.

Chris leans down and helps her up. It takes your sister a minute but once she realizes its him she lets out an excited squeal wrapping her arms around his neck “CHRIS! Where have you been?! Ive been looking for you all night… oh my god were you with one of your slu- okay kid your talking to much” he cuts her off. He looks over at you raising an eyebrow.

“And who are you?” He asks looking you up and down. “Y/n… Lys’ sister.” You answer bluntly. He looks at you like you have 3 heads. “OH YEA! Chris i forgot to mention it. Like ever but this is my sister y/n! Shes in a private school so shes like never home but shes home for thanksgiving break! And i missed her so much. You little shit why did you leave me here?!” She reaches out to you now crying stumbling causing you both to fall again.

“Fuck!” You yell out as she lands on top of you heads clashing together. “Lys get off of me dude. Cmon get up. You cant go home like this. Fuck am I gonna have to sneak you into grans?” You push her off of you standing up again. This time Chris helping you stand her up straight. “She can stay at my place. She usually does when shes like this. My parents dont mind. They always help make up an excuse when it comes to your mom and dad. You can stay too if you’d like.” He says draping lys’ arm over his shoulder looking at you.

“I dont know… shes like messy drunk… i wouldnt want anything to happen.” You say looking up at him. “Hey shes been to my house worse. She broke my moms favorite vase once. Its okay. You guys can sleep in my bed ill crash with one of my brothers.” He says as he looks around finally he spots a boy that looks just like him? Twin maybe?

“Yo Matt we gotta go. Project get Lys inside before she runs off is a go. I’ll start the car get Nick.” Matt sighs walking over looking at Lys “you really need to lighten up on the alcohol kid.” He says brushing her hair out of her face. “Nick went home already. Something about having to finish his project for the yearbook.” Matt finally looks your way “who’s this? Chris your not bringing a random girl back to- Nah bro its Lys little sister apparently” Chris cuts Matt off.

“Maaaatttttt I missed youuuuuu” Lys says giving the boy a peck on the lips your eyes widen Lys looks at you “y/n… remember the guy that i told you about that ive known for a very long time and thought he was cute and sexy and hot and i wanted to date him. Its Matt. Hes my boyfriend now. Been for like a year now!” She beams over at you grinning ear to ear.

“Ohhhh so your Matt, she talks about you A LOT. Didnt know you were brothers with him.” You say pointing at Chris “let alone twins” you add. They both snicker “Twins? Nah were triplets kid. The other one just went home early.” Chris laughs. Triplets?! “Hate to burst yalls convo but i reallllyyy have to pee and i wanna sleep in matts bed y/n can sleep with Chris!”Lys exclaims.

“Uhm no its okay. Ill just sleep on the couch. Im gonna follow behind you guys in my car.” You say pointing back at your 2018 Chevy Malibu. “No our mom would light us on fire if we let you sleep on the couch. Did you drink? How much? Chris can drive you.” Matt speaks up. “Ive had like 3 seltzers. I should be fine.” You say pulling your keys out of your bag. Chris snatching them out of your hand. “Yea im not letting my best friends little sister drink and drive. C’mon plus its better than driving alone” he shoots you a small grin.

The car ride was silent. The faint sound of pyramids by Frank Ocean playing in the background. “So what private school do you go too?” Chris speaks up breaking the silence. “Oh uhm i go to St. Marias all girls school.” You say as you dig in your bag looking for your phone. “Ahhh thats pretty far. Like a 2 maybe 3 hour drive from here?” He says “wouldn’t you know” you mumble back.

“What did you say?” He says looking over at you “I mean for it to be as far as it is from Somerville you sure do got a rep there.” You say. This time taking your seatbelt off and turning the light on in the car searching for your phone. “So youve heard about me?” He asks. Still looking for your phone you lean into the back over the middle console not really paying attention on how chris gots a full view of your ass.

He takes in a sharp breath looking back towards the road. “I mean its really not that hard to hear about you when all the girls on campus FOUND IT!” You cut yourself off in excitement turning back around and putting your seatbelt back on. “But yea all the girls in campus talk about you.” He lets a little hum. “What do they say?” He asks.

“I mean im sure you know, that your you know good at stuff.” You say scrolling through your phone. “What kinda stuff.” Hes nudging the answer out of you. You know he is. Your not dumb. “Im not answering that. Im sure you have context clues. Unless you’re some brainless jock of a senior.” You say shaking your head looking towards him. He lets out a little laugh.

You guys finally make it home and see that Matt and Lys have already beat you guys there. Heading inside tiptoeing up the stairs you walk into Chris’ room. He grabs a pair of plaid pants and a white tee and hands them to you. “You can change in here ill step out.” He says. “Thanks” you mumble back. After getting dressed you tell him he can come back in.

He grabs a pillow and a blanket off the back of his gaming chair throwing them on the floor. You assumed its for you so you kneel down. “What are you doing?” He says “going to sleep?” You question. “Nah you can sleep on the bed. Ill sleep on the floor.” He says “oh okay” you say getting up and climbing into the bed.

After about 30 mins of hearing Chris huff and puff and stir around on the ground you finally sit up. “Chris. Just sleep in the bed. I dont mind. Its yours anyways” you say. “Are you sure. I dont wanna make you uncomfortable” he says. “Yea just stay on one side ill stay on the other.” You say as you lay back down and turn facing the wall. He crawls in behind you. “Goodnight y/n” he says. “Yea goodnight Chris” you say closing your eyes. Drifting to sleep.

BOW!

I feel like this was very long idk. But update wooooooo.

🏷️: @grace-sturnz , @matts-girlfriend , @courta13 , @r0set0y , @chriss-slutt

#𝑠𝑏𝑠𝑓!𝐶𝘩𝑟𝑖𝑠 #𝑏𝑠𝑓𝐿𝑆!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠

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kyunzin · 7 hours ago

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☆𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘?☆ - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

✰ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ✰ 𝐆. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐆. 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐅. 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒. 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐍. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐊. 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ✰ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✰ them overhearing you say you can take all of them at once (f!reader) ✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒/𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✰ pussy licking, fingering, hair pulling, praise, face fucking, manhandling, degrading, sloppy make out, spit kink, cum eating, blowjobs ✰ 𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ✰did you guys know word counters are useful😀 why had i already hit the word count ages ago (i roughly count by paragraphs 10 lines= 100 words/ 10 paragraphs =1k words yk so 30 paragraphs =3k words. i hit 3 k in like the 27th paragraph) also if you see any words that look like they’re missing a ‘h’ its because that key is broken for me and i probably forgot to edit it in :D

w.c ✰ 3.4

it's almost too much for you to handle

it's probably not a good idea to make promises you might not be able to keep

it's going to be fine, you’ll find a way to get through it since after all you can take it, cant you?

geto sucks in the whine you let out when gojo's tongue doesn't move, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, holding you down when you try to roll your hips into gojo's face. "you'll get what you want soon. 'm gonna give him a little taste so he doesn't bitch, keep your tongue flat and don't move it or else you wont get anything for the rest of the night" you can tell the last bit was directed at gojo as he responds with a hum of 'mm-hmm', the vibrations against your pussy cause your legs to twitch. geto guides your hands down towards gojo's hair and you instinctively you grip onto it.

you're near breathless, panting heavily when geto's lips part from yours, trying to chase his hips but he only breaks the kiss to quickly whisper to you "pull his hair he loves it" you follow his command, tugging firmly at his hair as instructed and the result doesn’t disappoint. gojo's moan goes straight to your core and you shudder in pleasure. "told you, he's a little pain slut" gojo lets out a whine at geto's comment and toji laughs clearly amused by the interaction yet you can only sit there aching for some more stimulation. "i thought you said it was rude to keep your guests waiting, yet here i am still waiting"

even though your words come out breathy toji smirks up at your little quip "fine. since you can't seem to wait, fuck yourself on his tongue but when i tell you to stop you do. understand?" he stands from is position on the floor, making his way to sit in a small arm chair off the side of the queen sized bed. "yes, fuck finally" you get to work immediately drag gojo’s tongue over your aching cunt, pulling his face further into your pussy while he keeps himself still for you to use. "where d’ya find this one, she's so demanding" in your periphery you can see him stroking is cock through his pants.

you ignore his words and focus on working gojo’s tongue, throwing your head back relieved that you’re finally able to gain some stimulation after being left waiting for so long. you can tell gojo’s enjoying this from the little vibrations of noises he lets out as well as his firm grip keeping your legs spread wide out next to him. geto's soft chuckle tickles the crook of your neck at the clear desperation of your movements "found her and her friend talking about all the things she would let us do to her in the middle of campus so proudly" you curl into his touch without halting the movement of your hands.

toji raises is eye brows at geto's words but you're too occupied with the feeling of gojo's wet tongue to notice. "and what exactly would she let us do to her?" toji says with a curious smirk eager to hear the answer. "why don't you tell him, i'm sure you had a lot more to say than what you told us, right?" you can hear the teasing tone in is voice, wishing that you wouldn't have to repeat yourself. a couple of seconds pass without your reply and the two of them realise that you didn't hear them, head thrown back on geto's shoulder, lost in the way gojo's tongue glides up and down your folds.

it’s hard to focus on what their saying when you’re so lost in your pleasure. gojo’s saliva oozes out his mouth, creating a hot wet mess between your legs as he practically drools all over you yet your pleasure is lost without any warning. "i asked you a question," you let out a choked sob when gojo is ripped away from you and try to chase his mouth with your hips only to be stopped by geto, opening your eyes to see gojo's spit soaked face smiling up at you mockingly while he inwardly mourns the loss of your taste on his tongue. "how will we know what to do, if you don't tell us?"

you know there's no use in trying to evade the question yet you're too frustrated to even care. "i want you to fuck my throat. want you to mess me up inside and out. i don't wanna be able to talk or walk after you're done with me," you turn to look at toji who's grin stretches from ear to ear. there's a very visible wet spot marking out where the tip if his cock lies yet his makes no moves to remove himself from his confines. you’d leave it at that but you might as well tell them the full extent of what you want "want you to fuck me up real good, whatever you want. do your worst, i can take it"

even though you may have skipped over a few minor major details you're sure that they would be able to get the gist. "atta girl, that wasn't so hard now was it. now we can finally get to the good shit" he rises from his place on the chair and makes his way over to the three of you with his yes locked with yours. toji's words paired with geto's soft "good girl" sends a thrill down your spine. geto’s calloused hands keep you grounded where you are as you start to get fidgety again “keep still, you’ll get what you want soon princess” his words still your little tremors as the promise of more eases your mind.

"toru' move i didn't get a good taste earlier" toji winks at gojo and as if on cue he follows his words without a moments fail, letting his hair loose from your hands you mourn the loss of his warmth between your legs, and you catch a glimpse of his dejected face as he stands up taking toji's previous place on the seat and you spot the raging tent in his joggers. "looks big doesn't it?" you nod your head as you continue to stare and upon noticing your gaping, gojo’s face lights up again. as if to show off gojo makes quick work of pulling out his cock, geto scoffs as his display and focuses his attention on you.

"i'm sure you'll be able to take it and if not, well i guess that's your problem isn't" you can hear his soft laughter from above you. gojo's size should be the least of your problems right now because the feeling of whatever is poking your head is breaking any hopes you had before of them being average. it’s stupid to keep that idealistic thought. your head snaps downward at the edge of the bed as toji settles himself between your legs with a predatory look in his eyes, stopping a few inches from you. “don’t worry, you’ll be able to take it with a little practice” that does little to ease your worries.

the yelp that you let out when toji lifts your calf and bites it has the other three in the room laughing at you. he keeps up his ministrations while placing each leg over his shoulders. "don't act so surprised sweet cheeks, i'm just getting into position" you can hear gojo mumble something about ‘taking his spot from him’ but pay him no mind as toji licks his way along your thigh "squeeze ya legs if you want, that way i’ll be able to tell how good i'm making you feel since you wont be able to speak" confusion must show on your face yet instead of satisfying your curiosity toji just winks at you.

toji’s calloused hands run up the length of your left leg pushing it to the side ever so gently, while he scatters ostentatious kisses along the other. his frequent kisses have your legs twitching in anticipation as he teases you, taking his sweet time, eyeing you closely until he finally presses a feather light kiss to your spit soaked clit. he pulls back and you watch as a thin wet string connects his lips, glistening with your slick, to your pussy until he licks them clean “s’ as sweet as sugar princess,” he leans down and repeats the motion this time with more emphasis “where’ve you been hiding?”

your response is a choked moan and your hands reach into his hair which he takes that as a sign to continue, sucking on you clit as if he’s expecting something to come out. he soon lets up and smiles down at your now puffy clit like a child proud of their drawing, rubbing his thumb in circles over it while your hand uselessly holds onto his thick wrist as his hand abuses your clit. “that feel good sweet cheeks?” you frantically nod your head as you bite your lips while trying to buck your hips into his touch but he suddenly stops with a harsh slap to your outer thigh which has you whining at the loss of stimulation.

“I want words cheeks and look at me when I’m talking to you” you don’t remember closing your eyes but you open them not surprised to see toji looking up at you from between your legs with a slick covered smile. a few seconds pass without your reply so he pinches your clit in warning and you quickly remember what else he wanted “fuck- yes it feels so fucking good please don’t stop” seemingly satisfied with your response he releases his hold on you and presses a kiss to your clit as if it’s an apology. “there we go. keep makin 'em pretty noises for me and I won’t have to check in so often”

a sudden movement behind you almost causes you to jolt in surprise, in one swift movement your hands are pinned above your head and your vision of toji is obscured by geto’s thighs straddling your chest, looking up to see him smiling at you. his hair frames his face as he looks down at you and he swiftly ties his hair into a bun at the back of his head. from this angle you're faced nearly directly under the swelling in his pants and you're slowly catching onto the meaning of toji's words. "don't look so surprised, this is what you said you wanted isn't it. i'm just giving you what you asked for"

geto's words remind you that even though his smile may look sweet and harmless he's just as cunning as the other two, he’s just able to hide it well. you're pulled out of your thoughts when geto starts to pull down his waistband, lowering it just underneath his balls. feeling it was one thing but seeing it right in front of you makes you worry for the state of your throat after he's done with you. at first glance you can tell that it'll be a mouthful, thick and girthy. geto’s hands gently lift you head from it’s position and your brought out of your thoughts.

"open nice and wide for me" you follow his words without question and two things happen at the same time. one, geto thrusts as much of his cock as he can down your throat causing your throat to constrict around him as you try not to choke and struggle to breathe at the same time. simultaneously toji decides at that exact moment to lick a stipe up your pussy to collect all of yours and his mess on his tongue, laying his tongue flat on your pussy only for it all to dribble back out his mouth creating an even wetter mess. “sounds like you’re having fun over there” gojo taunts.

both motions leave you spluttering around geto's cock and your legs threaten to close around toji's head despite the firm hold he has on them and you can hear gojo’s sardonic laugh in the background. tears begin to well in your eyes until geto taps your cheek to get your attention. “princess, breathe through your nose” you cant help but notice his voice comes out near strained and you hope you’re the reason for it. following his instructions you find that you can actually breath better though you still struggle a bit “isn't that much better?” you let out an appreciative hum and his response is immediate.

your just barely able to make out the small tensing of his abdomen through his shirt however you do feel the way his cock pulses down your throat as you try to maintain a steady breathing pattern. “told you you could take it” your lured into a false sense of security when geto slowly starts to pull back out of your throat only by a couple inches before he practically plunges back in, throwing your breathing off balance again however you remember his advice and try to regain composer as he waits for you. “such a good girl, taking me so well” he praises and you can feel tears begin to well in your eyes.

just when your able to control your breathing again toji agrees with him and his response is short hum into your pussy, which vibrations straight to you core. you had forgotten he was there with how consistent he’s been. as if before had only been a warm up he begins to lap hungrily at your pussy, letting his tongue edge slightly into you as if to tease you. instead of holding your legs apart like before he leaves them to clamp firmly around his head as you slowly try rock your hips into his face as much as you can but he holds you down by your hips “stop fucking moving and let me take care of you”

you hips still at his command and he presses a kiss to your pussy, causing your legs to tense from the feather like touch. “‘s like she’s eager to get her holes stuffed ” gojo snorts from the side of the room. you let out a whine of protest that gets swallowed by geto’s cock and he looks down at you with a disapproving face. “don’t lie to us sweet cheeks” toji bites into the flesh of your thigh and you feels the tears fall rolling down the side of your face from the sting of his teeth digging into your leg. you soon realise denying anything won’t get you anywhere as all motion stops around you.

“that won’t do will it,” geto stars to ease his way out of your mouth “if you’re not eager to be filled then I guess we can wait for the others to get here before we continue then” you hear gojo laugh out from the side of the room “seems like it’s gonna be at least another ten minutes before they all get her, sure you can wait that long princess?” they should know the answer to that question already but you know they won’t be satisfied until they hear it from your mouth. “let her speak” knew it. geto pulls out completely and you can feel the strain in your jaw from having it stretched for so long.

your throat feels raw and a bit too empty without geto occupying it but you push the feeling down so that you can respond before they begin to grow impatient. “please don’t make me wait,” you raise yourself onto your elbows, leaving your face mere centimeters away from geto's dripping tip and look over to gojo “I’m sure if they really wanted to be here they would make an effort to get here faster. so if they miss anything it’s their loss” toji strokes your thigh seemingly pleased with your answer “polite with an attitude, I like her. we might have to keep her” gojo lets out an agreeing hum.

“think she deserves a treat for bein such a good girl for us” before you can even begin to think about what the treat might be toji runs two fingers up your pussy, collecting all the wet mess. you can only assume that he sucks it into his mouth when you hear a pop sound after he removes his fingers from his mouth and your legs twitch again at the stimulation. only a second later does geto begin to inch his cock back into your mouth, holding the sides of your head gently “such cute noises she’s makin for us” geto agrees with a hum as he comes to a halt when he feels your throat close around him.

it’s only then do you realise that the soft mewls and whimpers that you’re hearing are coming from your mouth that’s wrapped around geto’s cock. “since I know you’re begging to be fucked, i’ll do ya a favor "your legs fall back onto the bed when toji rises from his position between your legs “toru come over here and open her up” in the corner of your eye you see gojo hop up with glee jumping almost too eagerly onto the bed, using his hand to practically shove toji out of the way. geto seems to be ignoring their interactions in favor of teasing his cock down your throat with shallow thrusts.

you can tell that he’s holding back from choking you with his cock from the concentrated look on his face as well as the fact that he’s not reaching nearly as deep as he was before. “that’s it. nice and easy” his soft spoken words soothe your nerves however it’s a futile attempt, as without warning gojo slides a nimble finger into you with little resistance and you can feel as his second knuckle breaches your entrance. the stretch of his finger has your throat sporadically closing around geto's cock which causes his concentration slips as his hips stutter, forcing his cock down your throat.

“s-shit sorry” he apologises while wiping tears that fall from you eyes as gojo slides in another finger, pushing in all the way to his knuckles. geto slowly eases his cock out of your throat allowing you to take in a few breaths of air loosening his grip on your hair. “don’t apologise to her,” your eyes dart to the side where you watch toji lazily stroking his cock until gojo curls his fingers and your eyes shoot upwards to geto who is letting out soft breaths while he massages his cock. “remember she said she could take it,” there's a sadistic undertone in his voice when he says “I’m sure she’ll be fine”

gojo repeats the motion and you let out a loud wail and your back fails to arch off the bed with geto’s weight on top of you “she’s squeezing me real tight down here, bet she likes it when you’re rough with her, isn't that right” it’s impossible to respond with how deep geto is now lodged down your throat. “you’re not gonna answer me cutie?” you knows he’s taunting you and you’re sure he’s smirking when he presses his thumb on your clit waiting for a response. your issue is resolved when geto’s pulls you off his cock and your head drops back down onto the pillow and your response is practically immediate.

“yesyesyes- fuck, it feels so good don’t stop” your eyes are a bit glossy from the few tears you shed earlier but you're still able to make out the rise in the corners of geto's lips while he looks down at your disheveled face. he adds insult to injury by rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips, letting his cockhead slightly slip but not fully teasing both himself and you in the process only making bigger mess of your face when it passes the corner of your lips and onto your cheeks. "sorry didn't mean to make such a mess, s'shame you can't clean it yourself." you know the apology’s fake but accept it anyway.

you would try to protest but gojo's relentless assault on your cunt prevents your mouth from making any coherent sounds other than what they can only presume to be his name. "want someone else to clean it up for you princess?" you know that it's futile to speak with geto's cock head laying heavy on the tip of you tongue so you lazily nod your head hoping that it's an accepted answer, in the process you also coat geto's cock with more of you saliva. yet before geto can even acknowledge your answer toji rises from his spot with pace and purpose in his steps. "i'll help ya out, move back"

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emmaaxobabyy · 1 day ago

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Hello darling 🤗 you are honestly so amazing at writing!!!! Could I please request some loving yet passionate smut with Vince? Not many people seem to write for him and it makes me sad 🥺 it can be female reader if you like 🫶

as you wish my darling ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

his doll ‪‪❤︎‬

vince neil x female reader 𝜗𝜚

after such an adrenaline rushing but tiring performance, vince couldn't wait to see you. he couldn't stop his mind from wandering while on stage, envisioning your smile, hearing your laughter ring in his head amongst the loud cheering from the audience.

as they all bowed, signaling to the crowd that the concert was over, he immediately made his way to you in his dressing room. prior to the show, he made sure you didn't move a muscle, keeping you "locked" in the room.

alright bunny, i have to go, you better stay where you are. i'll be looking for you later.

smirking to himself, as vince opened the dressing room door, his eyes landing on your form. he was very pleased, you listened to him. his booming voice taking you out of your trance as you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, distracting yourself to make time go by faster.

AH! there you are doll, just like i told you!

that familiar voice causing a smile to creep up on your lips, as you jumped out of your seat, darting to him within the matter of seconds,

Vince! i missed you! how did the show go?

chuckling at your excitement as he wrapped his arms around you, his grip revealing just how much he missed you. taking his hand and gently pushing your blonde hair to the side.

it was great sugar! nikki, tommy and mick killed it! probably our best performance yet. but you know what doll, there was something on my mind the entire time i was on stage, you wanna know what it was?

tilting your head slightly, your curiosity was peaked. trying to come up with an answer, vince watched as you pondered about it, that cocky smirk never leaving his face as he decided to show you exactly what he was thinking. his hand lightly wrapping around your neck, using the momentum to drag you closer to him. his voice dripping with lust.

you.

before you knew it, he shoved you against the nearest wall in his dressing room, kissing you all over, leaving love bites anywhere your skin was exposed. moaning into your touch, he needed you bad. everything about you was so intoxicating to him, you were his drug.

fuck baby doll, i need you, i need that tight pussy of yours, can daddy have it?

the moan you let out spoke volumes as vince took that as a yes. though he was completely in a love haze, your lips crashing against his, the room already reeking of sex before anything even happened. he couldn't help but keep that gentle and passionate touch, he loved you, he didn't want to break you, you were his fragile little plaything.

p-please, give it to me...

and just like that, vince was already head over heels in love, but hearing you beg for him, crave him just as much as he craved you made his heart beat faster.

mhmm of course my little bunny, let me see how soaked your panties are for me.

slowly, you pulled your skirt down, painfully slow on purpose, you wanted to tease vince a bit.

sugar... i know what you're doing, don't make daddy wait, you won't like it if i did it myself.

your face turning bright red, he caught on, he knew you way too well. letting out a playful sigh, causing vince to not only shake his head but also laugh, you little tease. you eventually took your skirt off completely, standing right in front of him, somewhat exposed.

my god angel, you are just so perfect, you were made for me.

taking his hand, ripping your panties right off of you. he brought them to his nose, inhaling the scent of you, absolutely obsessed with just how sweet you are. in the same breath, his fingers made its way to your clit, making small circles then bringing them to your core, the wetness of your pussy being used as lubricant.

the sounds of your needy pussy was driving him wild, feeling the blood rush from his head straight to his cock.

baby doll, bend over. be a good girl.

as you turned around, placing both of your hands on the wall, your ass on full display for vince. letting out a soft whimper as he softly spanked your ass, his handprint crawling onto your skin, redness appearing to remind you who you belonged to.

unzipping his leather pants, feeling yet again another adrenaline rush hit him at full speed. taking his cock in his hand, teasingly rubbing it against your core, giving you a few seconds to prepare yourself as he slowly inched his way inside of you. taking his time, as the deeper he went, the more room your pussy made for him.

f-fuck vince, i-i need more, mhm-m

groaning, as he felt you tightened around him, the built up making his head spin, vince couldn't believe how amazing you felt.

b-baby i'm not going to last long-g

the passion the two of you shared made the experience ten times more intense as you also felt yourself getting close. vince rubbing your clit as he continued to fuck you, the wall being the whole thing giving the both of you support. his pace getting messy, more desperate. your face being pressed against the cold surface, moaning his name louder and louder the deeper vince went.

right when he was about to cum, he bite down on your neck, muffling his voice, only wanting you to hear how crazy you made him. the two of you at the same time let out a sigh of relief, feeling at ease with each other.

you both needed this.

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#motley crue #vince neil #vince neil x reader #vince neil x you #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx smut #tommy lee #mick mars

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mutifandomkid · 2 days ago

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Ghost Among Men

Part Three

Pairings: Buckyxcontractkillerreader

Warnings: Angst, fighting, physical burns, arguments, human auctions (brief, not much detail), reader gets drugged, manipulation, creepy dudes, mission with Bucky, death, Bucky kills people, exfiltration, Hawkeye, big gala, think that's it?

Please tell me if there's more warnings.

Word Count: 6.5k

By the time Bucky woke, you were nowhere to be found. He slowly sat up from the bench, how did you manage to leave the deck of the jet without waking him? He surveyed the empty deck, your bench had already been put back up, and it was like you were never there to begin with. Where the hell could you have gone in this tiny jet, and he wouldn’t have known?

Bucky got up off his bench, folding it back into the wall and then walking the deck towards the cockpit. It was there he found you, headset on, speaking softly into the mic as you flipped through the controls. He visibly sneered, how the hell did he not hear you? How were you so quiet?

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes.” You said, not sparing him a glance as you flipped a few more controls and then typed into the command console quickly. “I’d suggest you take a seat, I’ll be landing this bird soon.”

Bucky grumbled underneath his breath before taking a seat in the co-pilot's seat. Looking out the cockpit window, he could see a private airport, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Where are we going?” He asked you, glancing over at you.

You didn’t miss as he chewed his lip. “Have to put the bird down so we’re not obvious.” You answered as if it was common sense, which in a sense, it was.

“Well yeah,” He grumbled back sarcastically. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s one of my private airports.” You answered.

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Yours?”

“Tony isn’t the only rich one you know.” You answered, nearing the runway. “Clients always manage to pay the right price for my…services.”

Bucky’s eyes squinted at you in suspicion. “Exactly how many clients do you have?”

“Classified.” You clipped, landing the jet then pulling it into a hangar. “Let’s go.” You said after you flipped off the controls and disappeared into the back of the jet, just behind the deck into the storage compartments.

Bucky followed silently watching as you entered the storage compartment and started grabbing the few bags both of you had brought. He caught his easily when you threw it at him, picking up your own and walking out of the jet. Again, Bucky followed behind you silently.

A large man stood at the edge of the hangar, dressed in black, about 6’ tall, young, maybe early twenties. Bucky watched him warily as you approached him.

“Kliment.” You said, smiling as you greeted the man. “Nice to see you once again.”

“Miss Y/n.” He greeted with a nod, his accent distinctly Russian.

Bucky noticed how the man, Kilment, eyed him, seemingly sizing up the super soldier. Bucky scowled in response, noting how Kliment held his left hand in his pocket. Possible weapon, and the way that Kliment held himself, he was sore in his right knee. Easy target.

“At ease, both of you.” You said, merely glancing at the two men as you continued walking. Bucky bristled with annoyance at your command, but noted how Kliment immediately relaxed at your command. Bucky again eyed you suspiciously, just how powerful were you?

“Let the men know that the Winter Soldier is no threat here, unless I specifically state otherwise.” You told Kliment, who nodded and walked away with the order. Bucky bristled with anger and followed you outside the hangar.

“I’m not the winter soldier anymore, you know that.” He snapped, following you into what seemed like a private armory. He swiftly took in the new surroundings before turning back to you, seething.

“I’m aware, but it's best if they don’t know that.” You answered, grabbing a few knife holsters and the matching blades.

“Oh? And why is that, hm?” Bucky responded sarcastically.

“Yes, well I’d rather not have them finding out about your…free agency,” You said, grabbing a few small guns and depositing them onto your person in various places. “Don’t feel like dealing with the real winter soldier while we're on this mission.”

“The words don’t work on me anymore.” Bucky snarled. “So who cares if they know or not?”

“I do.” You replied curtly.

“Quit playing fucking games with me, Ghost.” Bucky snapped, grabbing you by the collar of your t-shirt and yanking you to him, up close and personal. “Who the hell are you? Really?”

You looked at him as if you were bored.

“I asked you a question.” He snapped, and when he still received no response, he sneered and shoved you away from him, letting go of your collar. You caught your footing easily, going back to the previous task of stocking yourself up on weapons.

“You know, I don’t understand you.” Bucky retorted. “One minute you’re talkative and you won’t fucking shut up, but then when I actually want answers, you’re silent. So what’s your game here?”

“I don’t have a game.” You answered. “Just a mission that I intend on getting done so we can go back to hating each other and ignoring each other’s presence.”

“You’re excruciating.” He growled.

“Yes, well I try.” You answered, grabbing your last gun and shoving it into a holster tucked underneath your arm.

You had at least nine weapons on you that he knew of, Bucky lost count after that. He scowled at you, then left the armory, and you followed him out this time.

Outside of the armory room, and back outside there was a blacked out mazda, sleek enough to show speed, but common enough to hide the wealth. Bucky noted the clever thinking regarding your choice of car as you got into the driver’s seat. He threw his bag into the back seat and slipped into the passenger’s seat without a word, and stayed quiet as you drove out of the private airport and got onto the main roads.

The drive to the safehouse wasn’t long, Bucky silent the whole time. Simply watching you from his peripheral. He didn’t say a word when you turned on the radio, Motley Crue playing through the speakers. Didn’t say a word when you turned up the volume to drown out the awkward silence either. The man was silent and still, like a stone statue in an art museum.

Bucky eyes the safehouse, seeing it was a large mansion, and he scowled. “Doesn’t seem like a very ‘safe’ house.” He muttered.

“Courtesy of Tony.” You admitted quietly, “If I had it my way, we’d be staying somewhere less…obvious.”

Bucky hummed curtly in response, waiting till you pulled into the driveway of the mansion, then parking in the spacious garage. He got out of the car first, not bothering to look back and check if you got out okay when he opened the door to the back seat, grabbed his bag, and left the garage, entering the kitchen.

You sighed, putting the car in park before shutting off the engine and getting out, grabbing your bag from the back seat as well, and following behind him a ways into the mansion. Inside the building was white and spacious. The windows were large, there were a few complimentary dashes of silver, like the ones that aligned along with the glass railings on the staircases. The art decor that lined the walls was black and white, matching the almost completely white interior of the house.

Bucky watched you from a few rooms down the hall, seeing as you gawked at the interior. He had done the same previously, just made it less obvious. It was clear to Bucky that you had never been here before. He turned away when you turned to walk down the hall, in his direction. He would never admit it, but despite how cruel your words had been earlier, and how annoyingly mysterious you proceeded to be, he did find your curiosity to be almost��cute.

You walked up stairs, Bucky following you at a distance in the mansion, he watched as you disappeared into the farthest bedroom down the hall on the right of the main staircase, Bucky going down the hallway on the left of the staircase, making his way to the farthest bedroom down the hall.

Neither of you saw each other until later that night, when you had wandered into the kitchen around 3 am, getting a cup of coffee after stressing over the gala you and Bucky would be attending later that day. You hadn’t gotten more than 3 hours of sleep, and had finally given up, hence starting the coffee pot that early in the morning.

Bucky had sat on the couch in the living room. He didn’t say a word when you’d passed through the room on your way to the kitchen, nor had you said a word to him. Both of you just glancing at each other, the brief eye contact serving the prior tension from your earlier exchange that day. At this point you were just tired, but Bucky still held that painful anger in his eyes, softer than before.

You rubbed your temples, trying to push off the headache you could feel brewing behind your skin. Bucky silently made his way to the kitchen, curious as to what you were doing awake. He stared at you from the doorway, his stance cautious, muscles coiled as if ready to fight, or flee even. He watched as you searched the cabinets, then grabbed a white mug, placing it on the black and white marbled countertop. You leaned over the counter top, elbows resting on the surface, head in your hands, hair tousled as your fingers sunk into it.

The frown never left Bucky’s face, but he finally spoke, his voice spooking you in the still silence of the empty mansion. “Everything okay?” Even with the frown, he angered and hurt eyes still held the smallest hint of concern, before flicking away from your gaze.

You sighed softly before straightening to answer his question. “Yeah, just going over the plan for tomorrow, er, later tonight.” The coffee machine beeped softly, and you turned to grab the pot.

“For the gala?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Yeah,” You answered, grabbing your mug and pouring the coffee, only missing the mug entirely, and scalding your hand with the hot coffee. “Shit!”

Bucky moved instantly, grabbing the pot of coffee and the mug from your hands and setting it aside, before grabbing you gently by the arm, far gentler than you expected, and running cold water from the sink onto the red skin on your hand. “You need to be more careful.” He murmured softly, turning to grab a towel and clean up the spilled coffee.

You said nothing, just watched quietly as he wiped down the counter and the floor, then walked back over, placing the dirtied towel on the side of the sink, and examined your hand. “You’re lucky it wasn’t any hotter,” He abruptly cut himself off, but you still caught it, even if he did try to make it subtle.

“Thank you.” You finally managed to whisper, his hands still holding yours gently as he examined the slightly burned skin. It was then you felt bad for being so rude to him earlier, so inconsiderate. You felt the apology at the back of your throat, but held it back.

“Don’t mention it.” He muttered under his breath.

His hands were a stark contrast from each other, one warm and soft with calluses on his skin, the other cold, with small dips and slants from the intricate workings of the metal. You would be lying if you said the mixture of his eyes examining your skin and the contrast of his hands didn’t take your breath away. Your eyes slowly lifted from his hands to look at his face.

The soft curve of the frown in his lip, the softness around the corners of his eyes, the slight furrow of his brow, the small hint of concern in his blue eyes. The scruff along his jaw, the way his lips parted just slightly before pressing into a firm line. “You’ll be fine by tomorrow, пальцы с маслом.” The words as they feel from his lips, so soft, so gentle, and the russian phrase…you had no idea what it meant, but you didn’t want him to stop saying it anytime soon.

His eyes finally lifted to meet your gaze, and you darted your gaze down to your scalded hand. “You think so?” Your voice was a little higher than usual, breathier. You silently cursed yourself and prayed that your cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

“Yeah.” He answered, finally letting go of your hand. You bit your tongue to keep the disappointed whimper from leaving your lips. “Go get some rest, Y/n.” He said softly. “Still have about,” He checked the clock on the wall. “16 hours before you need to start getting ready.”

You glanced at the clock, clearing your throat as you did so. “Uh, yeah, yeah.” You said, still slightly flustered. You stood there for a moment, and he made no move to shoo you away either, so you finally turned to walk out of the kitchen, but stopped in the doorway. “Um, Bucky?” You said, debating on turning fully around, you glanced over your shoulder, he was standing there, but it didn’t seem like he was listening.

“I’m sorry for being such a bitch earlier.” You said quietly, positive he wasn’t listening. “Next time you have questions I’ll answer them the best I can.” You left the room, retreating back to your bedroom down the hallway to the right, the furthest room down the hall.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky was listening, and his anger dissipated with your soft apology. Granted, it was small, quiet, but Bucky didn’t care. All he seemed to care about was the fact that you had acknowledged that your words had hurt him, and you apologized for it. Maybe you weren’t so bad?

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You found yourself, 17 hours later, doing the finishing touches on your makeup. It was a simplistic look, natural and it blended with your skin. You did a quick gloss to your lip before sliding on the thigh highs, holding them up with a lacy garter belt, the material black and soft. After slipping on the thigh highs and garter belt, you grabbed the dress that Tony had sent in a few days before your arrival.

It was a simple black silk, long and flowy. The dress had a cross halter top, leaving a little diamond on the vertebral rib of your torso. The dress cascaded down your legs, a high slit up your right leg, stopping just below the garter belt. The middle of the dress was accentuated with various strips of silk hugging closely to your body, creating that hourglass figure effortlessly. You slipped on the shoes Tony bought to match with it. The louboutin, Kate styled, 100 mm pumps, with the black leather, and the red sole. You let your hair fall out of the heatless curlers, you did a brief brush through the locks, your long hair cascading down your shoulders and framing your face.

You walked out of your bedroom, and made your way down the hall. Bucky was already at the bottom of the staircase, having called out your name a few moments prior. At the sound of your heels, Bucky turned to see you walking down the stairs. He was dressed in a black suit, with a black dress shirt, and a matching black tie. His hair slicked back, showing off the sharp lines of his cheekbones. He wore white gloves, masking his mental hand.His lips parted slightly, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you walking down the stairs.

When you reached the bottom of the steps, he swallowed and cleared his throat. “You clean up well.” He muttered, his eyes still raking over your body.

“Don’t look too bad yourself, Barnes.” You replied, taking in his appearance. The way he was looking at you, the way he looked in the suit with his hair slightly slicked back, it definitely did something, and you could only hope he didn’t see it on your face. He pulled two rings out of his pocket, slipping one onto your left ring finger, and slipping the other one his left ring finger.

He gestured to the garage door, in which you walked in front of him and into the garage, walking towards one of Tony’s Bugattis. The car was grey, and definitely had that rich look. Bucky walked ahead of you, going over to the driver’s side and slipping into the vehicle. Leaving you get your door. You slipped into the car, grabbing the discrete earbuds, and tiny cameras on pins. Bucky started the car, and you handed him an ear piece and one of the pins.

“What’s this?” He asked, taking them and putting the ear piece into his ear and pinning the pin onto the lapel of his jacket.

“Tony designed them for me, earbuds are for if we get separated, or we need to communicate with the rest of the team.” You explained as Bucky started driving to Mr. ZInc’s mansion for the ball. “The pins have cameras that will send the feed it captures to the compound, where Tony and Steve will be looking it over.”

“Have it all planned out, dollface?” Bucky asked, the nickname slipping out before he could stop it, and he tensed immediately and tried to play it off as he continued driving and turned down another street.

“Dollface?” You laughed, using the teasing to hide the blush on your cheeks. “Thought you only used that for your girls.”

Bucky bristled. “I don’t have any girls.”

“Please,” You said sarcastically. “You’re telling me a guy like you doesn’t have girls chasing after you 24/7?”

“No,” He snapped. “Nobody wants the Winter Soldier,” he said, his voice softer, vulnerable.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t,” You started softly, but he interrupted you before you could finish.

“It’s fine, I get it a lot.”

“I- you do?”

“Yeah.” He responded,his voice terse. It was then you realized he had already closed the door, his walls back up.

The rest of the car ride to the mansion was spent in silence. When we got there, Bucky shut off the car and stepped out, tossing one of the valets the keys, and rounding to my door, grabbing it and opening it for you, holding out his hand for you to grab. You placed your hand in his, and let him help you out of the car, instantly linking your arm with his as you walked into the casino.

The tense atmosphere that he had just moments ago in the car had melted away, and both of you acted like a newlywed couple in the honeymoon stage. Your hands were interlinked, your arms around his one arm, he was confident as he walked.

“Name?” The man, assumedly a guard, at the private section of the mansion asked.

“Dean Smith,” Bucky answered confidently. “And this is my lovely wife, Katy Smith.” He smiled as if he was the happiest man in the world.

The guard nodded, and stepped aside, letting you two through and into where the main party was. You hung onto Bucky’s arm as he walked among the crowd, smiling politely and greeting people when necessary. It was almost like what had just happened between the two of you in the car never happened. He was all smiles, friendly, hell too friendly for Bucky. ‘Props to him for being a good actor’, You thought to yourself.

As soon as you entered the room, you were already surveying the crowds, counting the cameras, possible escape routes, and all the people who were on your possible targets list assigned by SHIELD. Bucky seemed to be doing the same thing as you, just as subtle. That's when he finally leaned down to whisper into your ear. From an outside perspective, it looked just as it should’ve. A husband whispering into his wife’s ear, making her smile and respond with a tilt of her head, eye meeting with her husband’s.

“How many of these people are on your target’s list?” He whispered softly.

“Almost every single one of them.” You answered, tilting your head up and smiling fondly at him.

He smiled back, his eyes soft and warm, if you didn’t know he was angry with you, you might’ve believed him. “Find our main four, yet?” He whispered back, placing a hand underneath your chin, so you had to look at him.

The action made you blush, ‘Damn him.’ You thought to yourself before speaking. “All except for Mr. Zinc.” You answered.

“Good girl.” He praised, sliding his hand from your chin to the curve of your jaw. You blushed harder, and he ducked his head so he could whisper into your ear. “Just want you to know, I hate everything about this.” He whispered.

Your smile almost dropped, almost. Instead, you forced out a giggle. “Believe me, I feel the same.” You answered him with a sweet whisper and a nip to his earlobe.

He physically tensed, a reaction that could easily be played off as lust. “Don’t ever do that, you hear me?” He snapped in your ear, his hand tightening on your jaw as a silent warning. Another thing that could just be seen as a form of lust, a kink, if you will, to the outside perspective.

“Just playing the part, Dean.” You answered innocently.

“Well knock it off. You know my boundaries, Katy.” He snapped back, his whispers tense in your ear.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You answered. “I’ll lay off a bit.”

Bucky didn’t respond as he pulled away, his gaze flickering over yours for a minute before darting in another direction. “I’m going to go get us some drinks, darling.” He said softly, holding your hand until you were out of his reach and letting his hand fall away from yours.

‘Curse him for being able to play his part so well.’ You found yourself thinking, as you blushed and nodded. ‘And curse his stupid nicknames.’

Bucky walked off into the direction of the drinks, but it wasn’t five seconds before you realized he was currently in pursuit of one of the four. You watched from afar as he engaged in conversation with the woman, flirting shamelessly with her, all smiles and polite touches on her shoulders or arms. You found yourself bristling with jealousy, but before you could think about it, someone approached you.

‘Fuck me.’ You thought to yourself. Of course it was the one man you couldn’t find earlier, and this would cause plans to change. Bucky would have to interview the other two targets himself, and you would have to keep Mr. Zinc occupied until then. That was, if Mr. Zinc didn’t take you to the back immediately after meeting you. As your mind calculated what to do next, Mr. Zinc’s hand was already outstretched, and his smile was warm. It would have been a kind and comforting gesture had you not known the man for the monster he was.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Mr. Zinc greeted. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you, my dear. My name is Dominic Zinc, but a pretty thing like yourself can call me Dom, if you’d like. And you are?”

You placed your hand in his, smiling politely as you spoke. “Katy Smith.”

He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of your knuckles. It was slobbery and wet, and it took everything in you not to gag. “I take it that a beautiful lady such as yourself didn’t come alone? After all, only married invitations were allowed into this gala.” Mr. Zinc continued, smiling. It was clear to you he was trying to single you out, see if you truly had brought company. Either way you’d be giving him some type of information.

Your eyes quickly searched around for Bucky, finding him talking to target number two, a man in the back corner. “Yes,” You answered, then gracefully pointing out where Bucky was. “My husband, Dean Smith, he's quite the social butterfly, can never stay in one place for long.” You chuckled politely.

“I see,” Dominic mused, smiling, but the lack of wrinkles and the pull of his skin at the corner of his mouth told you he was dissatisfied with what he saw. “You have quite the partner. I take it he doesn’t mind you mingling around with other men all alone?”

You smiled politely, though you wanted to punch him square in the jaw as hard as you could. “What makes you say that, Mr. Zinc?”

“Please, call me Dom, if not then Dominic, at the least.” He said, waving you off and smiling. “I just know if I had a beautiful thing such as yourself as my wife, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you, much less let you around to mingle with other men all alone.”

You let out a polite, quiet chuckle. “Dominic, please. I can assure you, my husband and I trust each other to mingle with others in the crowd.” You said, trying to place at least some sort of boundary.

“Now, correct me if I’m mistaken, but I do believe that I saw you growing jealous as your husband spoke with Ms. Craven.” Dominic said, his eyes trained on you.

Your eye twitched, and he caught it before you could school your expression back into a polite, charming act.

“So I was right,” Demonic mused, smirking as if he had won something. “Darling, would you like to come with me?”

You widened your eyes in an innocent act, your lips parted as you looked at him. “Where would we be going?”

“Just downstairs, to the real party.” Dominic smiled, charming as ever. You glanced back over at Bucky, who was now on the third target, another woman. “I can assure you, we’ll be back before your husband can miss you, which by the looks of it, won’t be for a while.” Dominic pressed, his hand running up the back of your lower spine.

“Dominic, I’m not sure it’s a good idea to leave without him.” You said, your voice soft, innocent.

“He won’t even notice you’re gone, my dear. Look at him,” Dominic stood behind you, close enough you could feel the heat from his body. It rose the hairs on the back of your neck. Dominic gently put his hand underneath your jaw and tilted your chin in the direction of Bucky, who was still mingling with target number three. “He’s entranced by her, we’ll only be gone a moment.”

“Only gone for a moment?” You asked, stalling a little longer, your gaze trained on Bucky.

“We’ll be back before you know it, my dear.” Dominic said, whispering it into your ear.

Bucky had been watching your every move, the way you let Mr. Zinc touch you, the way you spoke with him, how you seemed to be captivated by the enemy. It made him clench his jaw, his hands twitching, but when he saw you turning to leave the room with the man, his hands curled into tight fists.

‘Where the hell is she going?.’ Bucky thought to himself as he excused himself and slowly moved through the room. He followed at a distance, his movements inconspicuous as he moved through the crowd. ‘I knew she’d eventually be leaving with him, but this was earlier than expected.’

As Bucky followed behind you and Mr. Zinc at a distance, it became apparent to him that you weren’t going to one of the back rooms upstairs like you had planned, but instead you were headed farther down into the mansion. The downstairs part of the mansion hadn’t been on the blue prints you had shown him on the jet.

He watched as Mr. Zinc handed you a drink, and he prayed that you wouldn’t drink it.

“A little jump start for the real party, my dear.” Mr. Zinc smiled at you, and it made Bucky bristle in disgust.

“Dominic, this really isn’t necessary.” You smiled politely, opting to just hold the drink in your hand.

“Nonsense my dear, your husband was flirting with another woman, remember? Not just one, but two, we saw him do it both times. Now you get to go to a real party, with real people who care about you.” Mr. Zinc smiled. “Bottoms up, my dear.” Mr. Zinc lifted the glass you held in your hand to your lips, gently pushing up the bottom of the glass until the liquid was gone. “Very nice, my dear. Now then, shall we?” He held out his arm, in which you laced your arm with his and he led you downstairs.

Bucky cursed to himself quietly as he watched the situation. ‘Fuck.’ He thought as he followed behind. It was likely that the drink had been laced with something, and as beautiful as you looked tonight, it wouldn’t surprise him if you were the first one to be put onto Zinc’s list. Just as he was about to follow you downstairs, a man stepped in front of the entrance.

“Not authorized.” He briskly spoke, crossing his arms and blocking Bucky’s path.

“I was just going to retrieve my wife, I saw her walk down here a moment ago.” Bucky explained politely.

“I can assure you, your wife is fine, and will be back momentarily.” The man said.

Bucky stood straighter, trying to instill some sort of fear into the man. “I would like to see my wife, thank you.” He snapped.

“And you will momentarily,” The man eerily smiled, and Bucky bristled at it. “The show will start shortly, I won’t ask you to return to the main gala again, sir.”

Bucky sneered at the man, but opted to return to the main gala. He would have to trust that you could handle yourself until he could find a way to get to you that wouldn’t cause a scene. When Bucky returned to the main gala, the lights dimmed repeatedly, and he followed the crowd into another room. A crowd that was once full of both men and women, and was now just men. His brow furrowed, and he wondered what had happened to the rest of the women who had arrived with their partners.

He followed the crowd into the next room over, the doors closing behind the last few people in the crowd. The room was windowless, with plain white walls, and there was a roped off area in the middle of the room, the men crowding around it to get a spot at the front. The room smelled of sterile chemicals, and almost reminded Bucky of a medical unit.

“Gentlemen!” A voice was heard from the left side of the room. Dominic Zinc. “A pleasure having you all here today! I do appreciate you all bringing along your guest, as they will make wonderful centerpieces, wouldn’t you agree?” A series of laughs was heard around the room at the question, and Bucky smiled, if only to keep his cover. ‘The fuck does he mean, ‘centerpieces?’ Bucky thought to himself.

The floor to the roped off area in the room parted, and slid back, a platform underneath revealing the women that had attended the gala with partners. ‘What kind of sick game is this?’ Bucky thought to himself. On the platform were five unconscious women, laying there still in their gowns and all dolled up as they were previously.

Bucky drowned out the noise as they started the bidding. His heart ached for those women, but right now, you were his partner, you were his mission, and he needed to find you before you ended up on that stage. His eyes searched the room, looking for some sort of out. The only way in and out, he realized, was the door he came out of.

Steeling himself, he walked over to the door, another guard was by it. “Sir?” The guard asked, quirking a brow in suspicion.

“My apologies,” Bucky replied smoothly. “It seems I’ve forgotten my wallet in the men’s room.”

The man nodded, but didn’t budge. “You can retrieve it once the bidding has commenced.”

Bucky withheld the urge to stab this man. “Please sir, it contains the cash I’ve brought for the bidding.”

“You can retrieve it once the auction has finished.” The man repeated.

Bucky bristled, and clenched his fist. He needed to find you, and he was running out of time, they had just moved onto the second girl. “How many times am I going to have to ask you to move so I can go take a shit in peace?” He snapped.

The guard chuckled, “Why didn’t you just say so?” And he stepped aside, opening the door for Bucky to walk through.

Bucky stepped through the hallway and into the next room, where he was previously and made his way to the staircase he went to follow you down previously. The same guard was still there. Bucky paid no mind to him, moving along the shadows of the dim hallway and silencing the man, then hiding the body into a crook in the hallway, away from lights. The door you had been led down held a padlock on it, he snatched it with his metal arm and yanked, the padlock snapping from the force, and he quickly disposed of the lock and chains on the door and made his way down the stairs.

The stairway grew dimmer as he moved, then was light with red lighting the deeper down he got. His eyes easily adjusted, and what he found disgusted him. The women who had attended, all drugged and unconscious. He searched through the women, his heart aching at the sight of them. He finally saw you, slumped down against a wall, then getting hoisted up by another guard, who was carrying you to one of the empty platforms.

Bucky drew his gun, the silencer already on, and fired, the bullet landing in the guard's head, making him collapse to the floor. It was seconds as Bucky saw four more guards, a bullet making its mark in each of their skulls. He quickly made his way over to you, snatching your body, and feeling for a pulse. It was weak, but there. He gazed down at your face. ‘God, she looks so peaceful, unaware of the danger she’s in.’ He scooped you up into his arms, cradling you to his chest as he quickly moved back to the stairwell, minding the other unconscious women on the floor.

“Steve, I know you’re listening, you little shit, I need a team out here, now.” Bucky said into the comms. “Y/n’s unconscious, and I have at least thirty other women in the same state. There's an auction going on upstairs.”

“Already heading towards your location.” Steve answered. “Did you take out Zinc?”

“Negative.” Bucky answered, his focus solely on leaving the basement.

“We can’t infiltrate until then.” Steve answered. “Logistics don’t add up.”

“The fuck you mean logistics, Rodgers? There’s at least thirty unconscious women down here.” Bucky snapped into the comms.

“Sooner you do your job, iceman, the sooner we can do ours.” Tony said into the comms.

Bucky muttered something underneath his breath, still carrying you in his arms as he made his way to the top of the staircase. He peeked his head out of the door and then slipped out of the stairwell, and back into the shadows. He was listening to the surroundings as he moved, he was quick, it wouldn’t belong till they found the bodies downstairs.

“Bucky?” You mumbled, your head lulling to the side and into the crook of his neck.

Bucky’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. “Hey, dollface.” He said softly, still moving quickly till he found himself upstairs and melted further into the shadows. “How drugged do you feel, on a scale of one to ten?’

“Mmm,” You hummed in response. Bucky nodded as he found a nook in the wall, one that you were small enough to hide in.

“Take that as a nine? Eight?” He asked, bending you down to nestle you into the nook.

“Eleven.” You mumbled, settling against the crook of the wall.

“Considering you answered my question coherently, I’m going to mark it as a seven.” Bucky muttered, his voice gentle. “Stay here, don’t move, and don’t you dare get caught, you understand me?”

“Nope.” You slurred. Bucky moved your arms into the nook, and then moved your dress to cover your skin.

“I’ll be back soon.” He mumbled, his hand lingering on your cheek, his eyes concerned before he turned and left you in the shadows.

Bucky moved with practiced clandestine, his movements silent and meticulous. He moved along the walls in the shadows until he emerged from what looked like the men’s room, and walked back to the room where the auction was being held. The guard stood there waiting for him, opening the door for Bucky.

Bucky stood back in his previous spot, looking around at the unconscious women before looking back at the crowd of men, and finally his eyes landed on Mr. Zinc, who now had three other people he had extracted information from earlier. Four shots, clear line.

Bucky took another look around the room, ten guards, two on each side of the room, another by the door, and the last standing with Zinc. Bucky tilted his head slightly as he looked around at the crowd again, it was almost impossible to tell who was armed and who wasn’t, after all they didn’t check Bucky or you when you first arrived at the gala. It was likely that those who were armed would target Bucky as soon as he started the spree.

‘This is going to be a bloodbath.’ Bucky thought to himself, moving positions in the crowd to see if he could get any closer to Zinc, though it just looked like he was moving up the crowd to get another look at the women. Bucky’s eyes flicked around the room till he saw a flicker of dark movement high in the rafters of the room.

“Keep staring and you’ll give up my position, Barnes.” The voice crackled through the comms.

‘Barton.’ Bucky thought, and turned his gaze away from the shadowed area, and turned back to Zinc.

Bucky’s gaze swept through the room once more before he pulled a gun, and fired four shots. Zinc, Craven, the two others he’d talked to all fell to the floor, bleeding profusely. As soon as the bodies fell to the floor, multiple shield agents infiltrated through the front door, Hawkeye blowing a hole through the eastside wall, Shield agents flooding the room from there as well.

Bucky moved, taking out guards that stood in his way with knives and his fist, practically throwing them to the side. He finally got out of the room, and quickly made his way back to you. You were unconscious once again, and he scooped you up into his arms. “I have Ghost, exfiltrating now.” Bucky said into the comms, then left the manion, found the car, and drove you back to the mansion.

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