#happygowriting crackships

[steveng-rogers]

Gymcandy fic

Title: A favor 

Pairings: GymCandy Mike Weiss x Lance Tucker 

Summary: Mike wanted to gain something else from Lance after. Will Lance give it to him? 

Word Count: 1,327

Warning: Explicit 18+. Use of alcohol and drugs. Badly written mythological relatable shit. Bad words. A small daddy kink. Cum play. angst. Degradation kink, rough sex. Choking. (If theres anything else that I should add let me know)

A/N: This was a challenge to write, but this is also for @happygowriting’s The Hat Draw Challenge. The prompt given to me will be italicized and in bold. Happy 1k sweetheart <3

Mike won a lot of cases. Cases that he won are worth the fight. That’s every single one of them. The price is not just money, but a good reputation too. He’s a great lawyer and he knows it. He takes a lot of pride in it because there’s barely anything in his life that he can take pride in. Which is fine, too many things can distract him. 

Then walk in Lance Tucker. He has never seen someone so into themselves to the point of thinking they’re deity. To Mike, that suits Lance. He was a bright streak of red and blue in his grey life. 

So that was his goal, to earn the deity’s favor and hopefully keep him in his life. Lance is Zeus and Mike, well that would something he can determine for himself at the end. 

The case that was with Lance was a thing of absolute disaster. Like a huge, unbearable headache in Lance’s head and all Mike wants to do is be the wedge that can get the headache out. He was hopeful that something can come out of that headache. 

And somewhat, something did happen between them. 

It was the night after they won the case. He was at Lance’s house, overlooking the city. The party was rowdy and elegant at the same time. Athletes, agents, coaches, Lance’s personal pr team, and of course the god of gymnastic himself. 

Lance celebrated like they were all in mount Olympus like they’ve won a major battle and in actuality they did. There is booze, drugs, men, and women and gold, everything gold. There’s even a bathtub in the middle of the living room filled with ice and fuck ton of champagne bottles. 

Mike has never seen anything like it. Party so over the top, but also not tacky. It was so Lance. 

The night ends with him on top of Lance. He gained that favor like he’s been promising himself from the start. 

Lance was hard and beautiful. God did a great job carving Lance. 

Mike licks his lips as he watches Lance lined the coke down his happy trail, cutting the tatted ribbon up with the white powder. 

Mike snorts those snows up like it was his last breath. He hooks his fingers on the Lance’s red Klein and pulls them down, revealing the actual gold he’d been wanting. 

The way it bounces up proudly, the clear precum trickled down from the slit to mix with the remaining coke on Lance’s skin. By the fucking gods, those are things men go to battle for. 

Mike lick those up, hungrily. He even gets his mouth wrapped around the crown of Lance’s cock. “Fuck, Mike.” Lance moaned for the first time and it was perfect. His name at the end sounds like sirens calling him out to meet his doom in the sweetest ways imaginable. 

He handles Lance as if he owns him and by the end of the night, he would, or would he?

Lance is in all fours, his back arched so beautifully that Mike found his calloused hand follows its curve. Once he reached his ass, Mike gave him a nice hard spank. 

“Mike..” Lance whimpered, but his ass rocked back as if he wants him to give him more. 

Oh, and he did. 

His lubed-up fingers found their way inside Lance, making the man a moaning mess. Lance didn’t hold back, especially when it comes to pleasure. Mike loves that. 

He curls up his fingers as he opened him up some more. “How does that feel? Your favorite lawyer is about to have his dick up this spoiled ass.”

Lance pulls his head up and turns his head to side-eye Mike. “Bold of you to think you’re my favorite of anything,” Lance said with a smug smile painted across his bitten, red lips. 

Mike groaned, deep in his throat. “I’m gonna wipe that fucking grin off your face Tucker and you’re gonna lay there and take it like a champ.” With that, he shoved Lance’s head to the pillows earning a muffled laugh from Lance. 

Lance likes it really rough and Mike is checking all of the boxes for him. 

He felt the warm tip of Mike’s cock, lubed and ready with a condom. Mike didn’t warn him but the fucking stretch did. It made Lance feels every piece of him, stretching his ass in all of the right ways. 

“Shit.. holy shit Mike.” Mike grinned and slaps Lance’s ass as he bottoms out, the man cursed into the pillow. His hands balled into a fist, his cock throbs at how easily Mike handles his ass.

Before Lance barked another order at Mike, the man on top moves his hips down and goes in deeper. His hips bucks and Lance moaned obscenely, Mike already shoots for his prostrate and he got it. 

“You’re an easy slut, Tucker.” He pulls out a little, hands tucking on Lance’s hips, bending his ass up. “Your fucking gold worth nothing if you’re this easy to please. Fuck your ass does feel good, might make you sit on my lap and work for your orgasm.”

Mike starts to move his hips, it’s long and hard strokes. Lance gave out a choked-out moan as Mike keeps fucking him into the mattress. The satin sheet rubs nicely against Lance’s cock and he starts to meet Mike’s trust to earn more friction. 

“I don’t think so Lancey.” Mike bends Lance’s back, face pressed on the pillow his cock hanging heavily between him. “Mike, fuck let me cum, so fuckin hard. I can’t.” 

“Oh, yes you can babyboy. You’re gonna take a hard fucking from me and you’re gonna cum when I say so.” Lance’s body is on fire, those words sending him elsewhere. Makes his head swims with arousal and his cock leaks with more precum. “Y-yes daddy.” Lance uttered those words and Mike’s insides did an exciting jump. 

“Can’t hear you brat. Say it louder.” Mike gave Lance’s hips a bruising grip to encourage the man. “Yes daddy, my god fuck!”

Mike is close to coming and his hips never once stop moving, fucking Lance like his very own toy. He pulls Lance so now his back pressed against Mike’s chest. He wraps his hand around Lance’s throat and squeezes. 

“F..Fuck Mike-ah daddy.” Lance can’t even find the words to show how turn on he is by Mike choking him. “Say you love me baby, say it and I’ll let you cum.” 

“Fuck Mike, yes yes please I love you. Please let me cum.” Mike’s hand that was on Lance’s cock starts to move up and down. Lance’s body tensed up and then he came so hard, the ribbons of white cum made it all to the sheet and some on his chest. 

Mike moaned throatily in Lance’s ear as he shoved his dick deep inside him as he came hard at the sight that was in front of him. Lance all wrecked and sated, that was all because of him. 

After cleaning up all the mess, Mike sits on the bed as he runs his hand on Lance’s cheek. “Was this an elaborate plan to get me to sleep with you?” Lance scoffed softly. “Shut up Mike, you enjoyed it.” Mike grinned, the gods already favored him it seems. 

“So we used each other?” Mike wasn’t sure why he asked that question, was he fishing for reassurance that this was more than a celebratory hook-up? Maybe. “We used each other and that’s okay.” Lance’s tone was emotionless, the weariness of the night got to him. “Will I.. ever see you again?” Mike was reaching now, so fucking high into the mountain. “I have your number and you have mine, I’ll call you. Goodnight Mike.” 

Maybe Mike imagined it, but he hears a slightly softer tone when Lance said goodnight. When he got home, he fell asleep sober not wanting to forget what happened.

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[anotherwritersblog]

Title: Compromises

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 601

Warnings: language, general frustrations in a relationship, there’s actually love in there if you look close enough

Author's Note: There was an original prompt that I was going to use for this, but ended up just ditching it and working around it. This piece also makes reference to one of my absolute favorite crackships by @happygowriting. This pair doesn't have their own masterlist, but I'll link my fave series of this pair so you can go love them as well. Mistakes are my own.

Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.

In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to repost this anywhere

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Another morning came and went where you were woken by obnoxious snores bellowed in your ear.

Another morning came and went where you almost fell into the toilet because your husband left it up from his middle of the night trip.

Another morning came and went where you found his own beauty products, trimmed facial hair, shaving cream, and toothpaste, just slathered across the bathroom countertop.

Making your way to the kitchen, you turn on your pot of coffee and get out a slice of coffee cake to throw into the microwave. Grumpiness seems to be contagious this morning, as you heard muffled grumbles and mumbles coming from down the hall.

Bucky was getting up and ready for work, while you dug through the cabinets for a second cup.

Of course the rest are dirty. Someone forgot to turn on the dishwasher last night.

Your eyes dart towards the movement in your peripheral, letting out your own moans. Bucky came through the kitchen, a frown of his own gracing his face.

“There’s enough hair on the bathroom floor to make a mini Alpine with, doll. Might want to clean that up.”

“There’s enough of your dirty clothes piled in the corner of our bedroom, Mount Everest is going to have a run for its money, sweetheart. Might want to invest in that hamper we have.”

You pour a little bit of cream into the cup of coffee and stir the mixture before handing it off to the man in front of you. You missed the corner of his lips twitch up for a split second before sipping the morning nectar.

“Don’t forget, we have that double date with Dayton and Andy tonight,” you reminded him while grabbing your coffee cake out of the microwave.

“Shit. That was tonight?” His hand met his face in a subtle face palm

“Yes, that was tonight. Why? You forgot?” The annoyance became more noticeable across your face.

“I was going to meet up with Steve and Sam for drinks after work,” he finished his last sip of coffee, before throwing the cup into the dishwasher and turning the machine on.

“Babe. Dayton made this reservation two months ago. We can’t back out now.”

“But work has been shit lately. The boys and I were going to watch the game tonight and just unwind with a couple of drinks!”

“Fine. Have fun with the boys! I guess I’ll just third wheel with Andy and Dayton tonight!” You placed your plate in the sink and stomped off to your shared bedroom to get ready. Your thoughts were anything but loving right now, as you had reminded your husband several times in the past few weeks.

Bucky sighed as he glanced over at the calendar on the fridge and sure enough, in big bold letters, DOUBLE DATE AT 7 was circled on today’s date. “Damn it…” he mumbled as he cleaned the crumbs from the counter and washed the dish from the sink.

While you got ready, Bucky was busy making lunch and thinking of a compromise. He absolutely loved hanging with Dayton and Andy, or Dandy as you two would tease the couple, but he really wanted to relax and just complain with his coworkers at the bar tonight.

A little while later, you came back in your work attire to an empty but clean kitchen and your lunch box packed on the counter. There was a little note that was left sticking out from underneath.

I’ll meet you and Dandy at the restaurant tonight. That way I can drive to the bar after and watch the second half of the game with the boys. Tomorrow though, I’m all yours. Love you, doll, and I’ll see you after work.

[chaotictarlos]

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[navybrat817]

I hate that The 355 isn’t even out yet and I’m already crackshipping Nick x Khadijah. There is no basis for this except my own desire to see two of my faves makeout! Why am I like this?! 😂

Nonnie, I'm glad you're like this and crackships are awesome. @happygowriting has so many! 💜

Nick and Khadijah, American and British agents working together. That tension has to be addressed, right? 😏

Again, I'm glad you're like this. I wrote a full fic for the man, I have an alpha fic in progress and more. And the film isn't out yet. Do what makes you happy!

Love and thanks! 💜

[eurynome827]

Eury's 2K Challenge

To prepare for this challenge, I polled some friends and asked them to name one or two things that they associate with me. There were many mentions of Sweet Space Husband and Government Bureaucrat Daddy and 40s Bucky, Soft Trumpet Boy and Daddy Andy, and that I'm Always On My Charles Blackwood Bullshit ™ - but mostly I was touched and inspired by their thoughts of friendship, kindness and of how they look at my idiosyncrasies and see someone worthy of their support.

The prompts were inspired by their answers.

I really never thought I'd reach this milestone. I'm happy to share this with my friends and followers and readers, who inspire me every day. THANK YOU for following me and for playing with me!

This challenge is open to anyone! You don't have to be following me (but it's nice ❤️)

My blogs are 18+ spaces always, so you must be 18+ to participate

Characters accepted: any Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans character, any MCU characters - please no RPF. Crackships welcome! Reader insert or OC!

Smut/fluff/angst/any combo thereof - please no underage, incest, noncon/dubcon, gore etc - if you have questions please ask 💕

Deadline to be included on masterlist: April 12, 2021

Please use #Eury2kchallenge and tag me when you post! If I haven't reblogged your fic, send me a DM

To request a prompt, please send me an ask. One person per prompt - if we run out I'll add more!

Prompts Under The Cut

Aesthetic:

Daisies @ikaris-whore

Lingerie @nano--raptor

Stockings @uncafeavecbarnes

Library @daytonsferrari

Friendship @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Vintage black&white photos @meracles

A well-dressed man - suit, tie and watch @book-dragon-13

Red lipstick @angrythingstarlight

Sharing Reese's Peanut Butter Cups @ladyfallonavenger

Hailing a cab in Manhattan

Pearl Necklace (literally or figuratively 😏)

Opening Lines:

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, he told me, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had. (The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald) @happygowriting

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen) @theycallmebecca

It’s hard being left behind. I wait for (him), not knowing where he is, wondering if he’s okay. It’s hard to be the one who stays. (The Time Traveler's Wife, Audrey Niffenegger)

Wine/Cocktails:

A glass of chilled white by the seaside @constantwriter85

A glass of red by the fireplace @buckybarnes101

A glass of red by candlelight in a cozy Italian restaurant @gigglygiddybarnes

An Old Fashioned in an oak-paneled, dimly lit bar @definitelybarnes

A cosmopolitan on girl's night (A Cheeseburger, Large Fries & A Cosmopolitan - a series posting on @laurencouldnthelpbutwonder) @a-little-counter-esperanto

Sangria in a pitcher outside on a warm, sunny day @jewels2876

Mimosas and Bloody Marys at brunch @divine-mistake

A Glass of Rosé By The Pool @navybrat817

Tequila on the rocks in a lipstick-stained glass

Broadway:

"It was like she was someone you'd always known

It was like you were holding the world when you held her

Like yours were the arms that the whole world was in"

Hadestown by Anais Mitchell @godofplumsandthunder

"Love doesn't discriminate

Between the sinners and the saints

It takes and it takes and it takes

And we keep loving anyway

We laugh and we cry and we break

And we make our mistakes"

Hamilton by Lin Manuel Miranda @marvelgirl7

"But he's never really there

So you want him even more

And you drown inside the eyes...

I could look at him forever"

Sunday In The Park With George by Stephen Sondheim @whisperlullaby

"I've been waiting, for a lifetime

For someone simply

To look and see me

The way that I see you"

Violet by Brian Crawley & Jeanine Tesori @jobean12-blog

You can build me up, you can tear me down

You can try but I'm unbreakable

You can do your best, but I'll stand the test

You'll find that I'm unshakeable

Six The Musical by Toby Marlow & Lucy Moss

@sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

[the-marvel-horniest-book-club]

March 14- Enemies to lovers

Moodboard by @book-dragon-13

March 15- There was only one bed

There was only one bed by @happygowriting

Here for you by @nano--raptor

Moodboard by @book-dragon-13

March 16- Fake Dating

Gif set by @the-crackship-dealers

Moodboard by @book-dragon-13

Fooling no one by @nano--raptor

March 17- Coffee shop AU

Moodboard by @happygowriting

Drabble by @the-crackship-dealers

Moodboard by @book-dragon-13

Coffee and Company by @nano--raptor

March 18- Mutual Pining

Moodboard by @book-dragon-13

March 19- Hurt / Comfort

Hard Floors & Soft Eyes by @cjsinkythoughts

Moodboard by @book-dragon-13

March 20- Didn’t know they were dating

Moodboard by @book-dragon-13

Didn't know they were dating by @the-crackship-dealers

[the-ss-horniest-book-club]

It's valentine's day and reader gives her bf bucky a gift box with several baby things in it (like pacifier, etc) and an ultrasound to tell him she's pregnant. It takes him embarrassing long to get the message but he's so happy as soon as he does.

And in March for his birthday she gets to tell him that they'll have twins.

This prompt was answered by @happygowriting

[the-ce-horniest-book-club]

(Character/Chris) comes home with a new tattoo after a bit of time apart. Readers reaction is exactly how you think it would be.

This prompt was answered by @happygowriting 💙

[chaotictarlos]

I'm one away from having 200 fic's on my AO3.

If you haven't had the chance to check out my work yet, please do so! I write under the user happygowriting on AO3

I'm thinking about maybe opening up request (for my crackships, Tarlos...) soon but I'm not sure yet.

Also 👀 I might take suggestions on what my 200 fic should be.

Also, if you enjoy my work maybe leave me a Kofi!

[anotherwritersblog]

Title: Anniversary

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Dayton White (Ducky)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 969

Warnings: implied smut, suggestive language thrown in, adventurous elderly neighbor, smidge of daddy kink 👀

Author’s Note: When that first line popped up into the generator, my first thought was ‘Dayton is perfect for this!’ and my second thought was ‘You can’t have Dayton without Bucky!’ I didn’t know this little crackship existed, until I came across @happygowriting . I'm throwing in a link to their A Boyfriend For Hire Masterlist because it's part of the reason I fell in love with this pair 💖 (Also, as a side note, their blog/writings are 18+ only, so please don’t interact if you’re a minor. They will not hesitate to block you. If you’re able though, please, please, please go show them love and check them out. They’ve got quite a few other pairings you might enjoy.) Thanks for glancing over this for me. I was super nervous about it because I know these two mean a lot to you, but I’m glad you liked it 💕

Sorry not sorry that this got bumped, but I think I enjoyed this more than the Bucky x Reader I have queued. Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.

In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to repost this anywhere.

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The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window revealed a man whom was ready to treat his boyfriend to a night for the books.

A night of actual dancing, and not that grinding shit kids are into these days.

A nice, romantic dinner downtown.

A walk through the most beautiful park in their little city.

Then back to the apartment to spend the rest of the night, and early hours of tomorrow morning, in bed, doing what both men enjoyed doing: Cuddling and Competing to see who can make the other cum the most in one night, although they both know that Dayton was a shoo-in.

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he had been planning this night for weeks and was ready to surprise his other half.

He stepped from his car with a bouquet of daises, Bucky’s favorite flowers, and made his way to the apartment door. He knocked and waited patiently for a few minutes, only to hear the adjacent door open.

“Good evening, Dayton,” the little old lady stood, a smile gracing her face, along with her many wrinkles.

“Good evening, Mrs. Wendy," Dayton replied, returning the smile.

“Got big plans with James tonight?” she asked, leaning into her cane for some support.

“This Saturday will be our two-year anniversary, but I’ll be out of town for a race, so we decided to celebrate a little early.” Dayton was a little sad he wouldn’t get to spend the actual anniversary with Bucky, but he knew that even just getting the chance to spend time with him tonight, was worth every second.

“Well, I hope you boys have a fun evening!”

As soon as Dayton followed her statement with a thanks, he heard the lock click and the door swing open from behind him.

“Mrs. Wendy, are you trying to steal my boyfriend again?” Bucky questioned his elderly neighbor, sliding his arms around Dayton’s waist, and greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, honey. If I were forty years younger, and Phil was able to get it up, we’d be inviting both of you in for a trip to Paris,” Mrs. Wendy stated in such a ‘matter-of-fact’ way. Bucky tried to hide his flushed cheeks into Dayton’s shoulder, but it didn’t help that Dayton was laughing so hard, he almost dropped the flowers in hand. “Any who…you boys be safe out there tonight! Don’t have too much fun!” Mrs. Wendy winked and waved the two off, turning back into her own apartment.

“Oh. My. God.” Bucky muttered into Dayton’s shoulder. “Did my seventy-something year old neighbor not only hit on both my boyfriend AND I, but also said she’d share us with her husband?”

“Did you completely miss the part where she flat out told us he can’t get it up anymore? That poor man!” Dayton started, as he turned to walk into the apartment. “When we’re that old, I hope I’ll still be able to get it up. I mean, I wouldn’t think I would have too many issues in that department, because I’ll have the most handsome husband on the block by my side but-” Bucky found himself stopping in his tracks.

When we’re that old and I’ll have a husband

Has Dayton really been thinking about a future together as well?

“-besides, have you seen that picture of them that sits on the bookcase in the living room? I think they were about our age, but they were both still pretty hot. I would’ve joined if they had asked back then.”

Aaaaaannnnndddd there went that moment.

“Okay. Next time, and for all of eternity, you are not allowed to come to my door. Ever. Again. I mean it. Just text me when you pull up from now on,” Bucky told Dayton, making his way to the kitchen for a vase.

As Bucky was looking under his sink, Dayton reached over and lightly smacked Bucky’s ass, “What’s the fun in that though? I quite enjoy conversations with Mrs. Wendy.”

“Whatever…” Bucky muttered, rolling his eyes. He took the vase out and filled it with water, before grabbing the flowers from Dayton, and placing the full vase on his kitchen table.

“Excuse you…” Dayton whispered, standing directly behind Bucky and placing both hands on either side of the super solider. He gripped the table and pushed himself into Bucky’s backside, his lips centimeters from the other’s ear.

“I don’t recall my date consisting of a brat tonight. Do you remember what happened last time you were one?” Dayton rolled his hips into Bucky’s ass, conjuring a moan from his lips. “Or do I need to remind you?” Dayton ran one hand up the front of Bucky’s shirt, while the other ran down towards the bulge in his pants. “Hmm…” Dayton lightly chuckled. “You like the idea of that, don’t you, baby? You want to just cancel our night and skip right to desert?”

Dayton’s hips continued rolling into Bucky’s ass, even making the racer’s pants tighten some more. He could tell his boyfriend was starting to fall apart with the way his back would arch, and the way he would buck his hips into Dayton’s hand.

“Come now. Tell me what you want, Sergeant…” Dayton left little kisses on Bucky’s shoulder, up to his neck. He started to nibble, even leaving little bite marks. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but enough to remind others who Bucky belonged to next time they decide to head out.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please remind me, Daddy.”

“You’d rather we cancel our plans because of the little brat you are, than go out and enjoy a quiet evening on the town?

“Yes, sir. Please. Please. Let’s stay home.” Bucky was panting from the pace Dayton’s hand was moving over his fitted jeans.

“Alright. Anything for you, baby.”

[eurynome827]

Mine, Both Of You

TJ Hammond x Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Word Count: 1303

Warnings: 18+!!!! m/m/f threesome and all that entails: m/f sex, m/m sex, oral (f receive, m receive). It’s me, though, so it’s vague. Language. Daddy kink, oh my so much daddy kink.

A/N: baby’s first crackship, baby’s first threesome. Please forgive me. This is the product of @nano--raptor asking me this on my birthday celebration and me not being able to let go of #good boy and good girl seek a daddy AND @happygowriting hyping me up and then being my beta reader and telling me it wasn’t garbage. Very pleased and scared to be here.

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"I met someone."

You raised your head, lifting it off TJ's shoulder. "Yeah?" You asked, voice soft but pleased. "That's great, tell me about him."

Reaching for the remote so you could pause the movie, you sat up straight to give your best friend your full attention. TJ was all flushed with the excitement of a new relationship, probably falling too fast for his own good.

"I can't wait for you to meet him."

Smiling sweetly, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "I can't wait either."

•

You had been asleep for a couple of hours when TJ got home from his latest date and climbed into your bed in your darkened room. Turning onto your side and humming quietly, you nestled your body into his as he cuddled you close.

"Did you have a good time?" You asked, yawning.

"I did," he cooed, and even in the dark you could hear the smirk on his face. You giggled and moved your hips against his teasingly, making him tighten his arm around your waist.

"Did you get lucky?"

"He's so...." TJ sighed, nuzzling into your neck, "...daddy."

"Well, good for you, bestie," you whispered, your eyes closing again. "Ask if he has a friend for me."

TJ's chuckle made you giggle again.

"Will you be home tomorrow night? He wants to meet you."

"I'll make sure I'm on my best behavior for Daddy."

•

TJ bolted for the door at the sound of the doorbell. You rolled your eyes, pouring wine into the glasses and keeping an ear out for the guest. You could hear his voice, a low rumble under TJ's excited chatter, and by the time they entered the dining room you were glad you were finished pouring because you would have spilled wine all over the damn table.

Daddy.

TJ wasn't exaggerating.

You cleared your throat and shook your head a little, trying to clear the lust fog. Putting on a bright smile, you stepped forward, hand out toward him.

"James?"

"Please," he didn't shake your hand but held it gently. "Call me Bucky."

•

You managed not to trip over your words and make a fool out of yourself at dinner, but it wasn't easy. Why did TJ's boyfriend have to be so damn attractive? And flirty? Bucky flirted with both of you, almost suggestively at times, and you kept glancing at TJ before you responded - afraid to overstep. But TJ just stared at Bucky, mooning over him completely.

After dessert, you stood to clear the plates, and both men rose to help you.

"Please," you waved your hands at them. "Allow me. You two go ...have some fun. I've kept you long enough."

You grabbed some plates, brushing them off and heading into the kitchen. Listening to music through your earbuds while you cleaned up and then practically sprinting to your room past TJ's closed door, you flopped down on your bed and turned up the volume while trying to ignore the vice grip on your heart in your chest.

Emotions. So unfortunate.

•

Hours later, your bedroom door opened and closed quietly, followed by the familiar weight of TJ settling against your body.

"Are you okay, baby girl?"

You bit your lip. "Sure am, sweetheart."

"Hey," he kissed the soft skin on the back of your neck. "Don't lie to me."

"I'd never lie to you, you know that."

You settled back into his warmth, enjoying the peace and quiet until his voice broke the silence again. "Then tell me the truth."

A sigh escaped before you could help it, and you rolled over to talk to him face to face. "He's just so daddy. How dare you bring that into our house."

TJ giggled, pulling you closer. "He is, isn't he?"

"Don't rub it in, bitch," you pushed at his chest.

"Aw, don't get mad," he teased, grabbing your thigh and hitching your leg over his hip. "Let me make it up to you."

"Cut it out," you protested weakly as he moved against you, "I don't need Bucky's sloppy seconds, you know."

"Don't be like that," he nipped at your bottom lip and you inhaled sharply. "You know you're my best girl."

You were too vulnerable to care, and this was too familiar to stop as your body responded to his as it always did. When his lips touched yours you answered him with a low moan, holding him tightly.

Lost in each other, you both froze at the sound of another voice in the room.

"Look at my pretty boy, with his pretty girl."

You pulled away, eyes wide, and stared at Bucky leaning casually in your bedroom doorway. TJ groaned, sitting up against your headboard.

"TJ!" You hissed, "I thought he'd gone home."

"Don't be mad, pretty girl," Bucky moved away from the doorway to sit on the edge of your bed, soft smile contrasting with the lust in his eyes. "He was worried about you. Worried about his pretty girl."

Bucky reached out his hand, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. TJ moved closer, resting his head on your shoulder. Your breath halted, your heart beating a staccato rhythm against your ribcage.

"Do you need Daddy too, little girl?" Bucky's voice was just above a whisper, and your eyes closed, leaning into his touch with a whimper. "Oh, I think you do. A good girl, just like my good boy."

•

The night was a dream.

Your body was caged in between TJ's delicate form and Bucky's broad chest and strong thighs, their arms wound around you. Moments flashed through your memory, bringing a satisfied smile to your face. You'd taken both of them inside you, their differences delicious and intoxicating. TJ was a soft and familiar lover and the newness and almost roughness of Bucky made you moan under his touch.

"C'mon baby girl," TJ had whispered, sliding your pajama pants down your legs. "Why don't you suck daddy's cock? I need to taste you."

You'd whined at the feeling of his tongue, opening your mouth eagerly for Bucky who had praised you, told you what a good girl you were.

Then Bucky first, pulling you onto his lap and guiding your movements with his hands on your hips, TJ swallowing your moans with his mouth on yours, his hands caressing your heated skin. He was eager, barely giving you a moment to breathe after you flooded over Bucky before he rolled you onto your back and settled between your legs, pushing inside you with practiced ease. Now it was Bucky's hands, all over both of you, teasing and touching and praising you continually.

"Mine. My pretty boy, my pretty girl. You both belong to me."

Watching them together was captivating, Bucky taking TJ apart and both of them watching you. "That's right, make yourself feel good, you like watching daddy take care of our pretty boy?"

Your whimpers harmonized with TJ's - "yes, daddy," your fingers buried inside yourself, doing what daddy told you to do. When TJ reached his peak and his cum splashed onto your skin, you gasped and shivered at Bucky's roar as he emptied himself inside him.

And then they'd collapsed around you, all of you catching your breath and drunk on each other.

The silence now was comfortable. TJ was dozing with his head resting on your breasts and Bucky's hands were absentmindedly tracing your form, his fingertips touching you almost reverently.

"Are you happy, pretty girl?" Bucky whispered in your ear.

You turned so you could kiss his lips gently. "Yes. I'm very happy."

TJ murmured, his voice muffled by your skin. "Me too. So happy."

"My good boy and good girl," Bucky reached to hold both you and TJ close. "You're both mine, you understand?"

It was instant and without hesitation. You both responded.

"Yes, daddy."

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