#he was so sweet and gentle and Buck is going to absolutely ruin it when eddie turns up

[captainbfresh]

I want them to get married so during the vows Tommy can take the piss out of Evan 'I'm an ally' Buckley for a disastrous first date

[ichangedmycornyahhname]

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Warnings: Spicy fluff, teasing, sexual innuendos, reader and Miguel being cute, not proof read at all.

Summary: Reader recently bought a new spray that has certainly caught Miguel’s attention.

His hands gripped at your hips, the slight tug causing you to hum with amusement. The soft graze of his fangs against your skin made the blood rush to your head. Or maybe it was the fact that the two of you were on the side of a building having a steamy make out session.

You didn’t know what was going on with Miguel lately. Usually he was much more reserved when it came to physical touch, so his steamy advances drew you into his web. “Mi corazon..” While the words were soft, hardly heard over the blaring horns of the city, you caught them. You caught them and clung to them, just as he clung to you. “Yes love?” Your words came out with a giggle as his lips pressed gently into your neck. “You smell incredible. Did you get a new perfume.”

You perked up at this, leaning away just enough to get a good look at his face. Well, the part of his face that showed. His mask remained halfway on, only his bitten lips and sharp fangs present, while the lenses of his mask remained narrowed. You were a bit taken aback but his observation, sure, you typically never wore any new sprays. But recently you had purchased a little bottle of perfume that smelled absolutely heavenly. Miguel, from the looks of it, was thinking the same thing.

“Yeah actually. I just got it, you like?”

He only released a sigh in response, his lips coming back down to press into your shoulder. He inhaled, your scent flooding senses. Slowly the hands on your hips attempted to inch lower, squeezing at your bottom as he continued his advances. This went on, the night sky being lit by the city lights. The quiet blare of horns and chattering from below being blocked out as you melted in his touch. Lips pressing against your skin, hands firm on your body, the almost nip of his fangs. You felt your breathing grow heavier, uneven as you found yourself bucking your hips for more.

“Yoo! Is Spider-Man making out with the other spider chick outside my window? Cool!” And the moment was over like that. Miguel’s mask was now hiding his pretty lips, and you were left a hot and bothered mess. You groaned uncomfortably, shifting in Miguel’s arms as he began to pull you closer. He shot the nosy neighbor a nasty glare, and mumbled something incoherent. Though you assumed it wasn’t very nice. You soon found Miguel hoisting you into one arm and using the other to make his way up the side of the building. Although the moment had been ruined, you still found his sudden touchiness sweet.

Once the two of you found seclusion on the roof, he gave your hand a light tap.

“Sorry about that. Guy was being nosy.” The corners of his lenses creased, his cheeks raising beneath his mask as he gave what you assumed was a smile. “It’s fine, wasn’t your fault miggy.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before he leaned in closer, his mask brushing against your ear. “You should wear that again, and next time I’ll make sure we’re somewhere private.”

[osachiyo]

"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to." | gojo satoru

⊹ pairing. . . gojo x fem!reader

⊹ cw. . . nsfw content (mdni), jealousy, biting, marking, face-slapping, hair pulling, oral (m receiving), light masochism, dom!reader, 1.5k words etc

not proofread so don’t come at me if there’s errors and I hope u enjoy !

⊹ event details & m.list

"woa− baby, feelin' feisty, are we?" satoru laughed as you shoved him against the wall as soon as you entered your apartment. "what was that? she was clearly flirting with you, 'toru!" you grit your teeth, trapping him further as you pressed yourself against him. now, he could easily get out of your hold and pin you around instead but− he wanted to see what you'd do− how far you'd go.

"ooh your muscles are s'big, mister!" you mocked in an obnoxious tone, rolling your eyes at the memory of the annoying lady who was very obviously feeling your husband up at the store. satoru only snickered, about to wrap an arm around your waist when you slapped it away− pinning it against the wall next to him. "no. you can't touch me," you scoffed, smirking at the way his face fell. "but babyyyy− what'd i do, huuh?" he whined, gasping when you unbuckle his belt and let his pants fall down his muscular legs. you quickly grabbed the belt and started to tie his wrists together− now, he could easily break out of your pathetic attempt at keeping him still− but even he couldn't deny how his cock strained against his underwear at the fiery look in your eyes. you looked like you wanted to ruin him and god did it make him stifle a groan.

it felt like hours since you've been edging him now− to him at least. you two had moved to the bed, with him being tied to the bedpost— you had all the power. his cock was throbbing in need, precum melting on your tongue as you suckle on it before taking him fully in your mouth− a nasty mixture of your saliva and his pre dripping down your chin and hands in stringy webs and it was fuckin' filthy. but god did it make his thighs clench when you looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours− smirking devilishly before spitting on his cock and running your tongue up and down his slit. your hands were massaging his balls− which were swollen and tight from the need to just fucking cum. but you wouldn't dare not having some fun before actually letting him cum. he was drooling at his point, hips bucking up to meet your welcoming mouth as his eyes shut closed. fuck, this was absolute torture but why was he enjoying this so much? the way your pretty nails raked down his strong thighs to the way your gentle lips swallowed his cock− staining the sensitive flesh with your lipstick.

"god, satoru. you look like a mess already," you giggled, kissing the tip of his cock affectionately before taking him in your mouth again. he laughed− the sound breaking into a garbled moan as you dip your head further down to lick at his balls. as much as you liked satoru like this− at your mercy while you gave him the best head of his life− you couldn't deny the ache between your own legs, now getting too much for you to bear.

satoru groaned as you finally got your mouth off his cock− which was still throbbing with the need to cum. he watched as you sat across from him, legs spread and putting your soaked pussy on full view for him. and he felt borderline feral as you dipped a finger inside your folds before pulling them out− showing your boyfriend the sticky substance left on your digits. "mm, look at how wet you've made me 'toru," you slurred, needy eyes peering up at him as your glossy lips curved up. he only have a strained smirk in return, the sweat dripping down his body making him look almost ethereal. "shiit− baby, you're fuckin' soaked f'me, eh?" he gloated, piercing blue eyes holding nothing but mischief as he eyed your form. "why don't'cha lemme eat that sweet pussy of yours, hm? clean up the mess between your thighs?" satoru could almost feel his cock throb at the mere thought of tasting your cunt− licking his soft lips as if that would make you give in.

you only grinned in response, fingers circling that pretty little clit as you pretended to think about his offer. "hmm, don't know 'toru.." you hummed, tapping the pads of your fingers on your clit one, two, three times before crawling to your boyfriend. "want a taste, pretty boy?" holding your fingers up to his mouth, you giggled as he stuck his tongue out− lips twitching upwards to reveal a wolfish grin. he hummed when you finally stuck your fingers in his mouth− his eyes closing from the taste of your sweet cunt melting on his tongue. "can't get enough of that pretty pussy, sweet girl," he groaned, cock twitching from your taste. "though," he continued, pretty eyes staring up at your own, "you're anything but sweet right now, baby."

satoru was fighting the unbelievable urge to just snap out of his restraints− drool gathering in his mouth as his jaw clenched. you were straddling him now, circling the tip of his aching cock against your slit, coating him in your essence. "wanna go inside, baby? wanna feel this pussy 'round you?" you snickered− fingers tangling themselves in his hair before tugging hard. he moaned at the pain, hips bucking up to almost slip inside of you but alas, he failed. it was a pathetic sight, really− the gojo satoru underneath you, at your mercy.

once you finally, finally sunk down on his awaiting cunt, pussy engulfing him so fucking nicely he could practically see stars− and you barely even started. satoru's head would've been rolling back if it weren't for the tight grip you had on his snowy hair− lips parting in a silent moan as you started to bounce on his dick. his crystalline eyes travelled between your own to your bouncing breasts− fuck, did you look beautiful.

your hands moved from his hair to his muscular back and shoulders− nails digging into the smooth flesh as you bit down on his neck, making him suck in a breath, the pain felt so fucking good. holy shit, did you turn him into a fucking masochist?

all thoughts left his head when you clamped down on him, pussy sucking him in so damn greedily as you moaned his name. one of your hands flew from his back to cup and play with your breasts− eyes shutting closed as you bite on your bottom lip. you looked like a goddess to him right now− jumping on dick never looked so graceful, but you somehow managed to leave him stunned every time.

and in the heat of the moment, he thrusted up into you without thinking— making you gasp and moan loudly as your hips come to a halt. satoru only let out a frustrated groan at this, grumbling for you to keep going and— ‘slap!’ his eyes widened upon feeling a hot sting on the right cheek.

did you just fucking slap him?

“you forgetting who’s in charge here, satoru?” you spit, hooking your fingers under his jaw. “sorry, fuck— sorry, baby” he moaned,nails digging into the palms of his hands as you grind your hips.

“yeah? why don’t I mark you as mine, huh?” you groaned, lashes fluttering as you felt him twitch inside you.

“fuuck! yeah— yes, shit— please,” he felt himself drooling as you raked your nails down even deeper on his back— a little further and you’d draw blood, he thinks. “oh fuck yeah— mark me, mark me so everyone knows who the fuck I belong to!—“

you resumed your bouncing, ass slapping against his pelvis as you whimpered. your thighs were starting to hurt— you knew you couldn’t last much longer and you had to make him cum. now.

and as if right on cue— “shitshitshit—!!” satoru’s head fell back against the bed frame, cursing loudly as you still your movements, feeling his warm release filling you up.

panting, you slowly got up from his lap, hearing satoru hiss at the loss of warmth. “god, satoru. didn’t know you could be such a submissive lit—!” your eyes widened at the sound of leather ripping, whipping your head around to see your boyfriend rolling his shoulders.

he smirked at you, eyes turning from a crystal blue to a much darker colour. “you had your fun baby, and I must admit, you did better than I thought you would,” he started walking towards you with confident steps as if he didn’t get ridden to oblivion just a few minutes ago.

the next thing you knew, he had you pinned against the bed this time— thick fingers dipping between your legs to prod at your soaked cunt. “and I can’t have my girl not having the same amount of pleasure I had,” he continued, snickering at the lewd squelching sounds coming from between your legs. “toru, it’s fine I—“ “nuh-uh, sweetheart. you’ve played your game, and now it’s my turn.”

©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated ♡

[nu11lar]

𝓢 uggestive content ◞ mdni !

"stick out your tounge," his thumb tapped your chin gently, index finger raising your head up slightly to meet his eyes. the afterglow from constantly kissing your lips awakened something to rindou, his bony and slender fingers now cupping your puffed cheeks. the cold metal of his rings made your body jolt and shiver from the sudden movement, giving your cheeks a light squeeze, your lips puckered up before you slightly stuck your tounge out. revealing the tip of your tounge to his view as he amusingly chuckled,"more, stick it out more." his voice was firm but you could hear just a little amount of gentleness being present to his tone.

you obeyed, sticking out your tounge more until your mouth was fully agape,"good girl." licking his lips, he harshly (almost aggressively) smashed his lips against yours in a hungry manner. even though he already suffocated you with his previous kisses, it never failed him to become more eager and anticipated to give another taste of your sweet lips. with a surprised moan he pushes your body against the stiff mattress of the bed, his hands finally having the chance to touch you all over again.

he absolutely adores the way you just helplessly give your submission to him. knowing that he's the one who can make you feel this way, and the one that's always in control during foreplay and during sex.

his fingers trail along the way to your hips, squeezing them lightly as the kisses intensified. his tounge rubbing against yours, intertwining together and twirling against eachother like a whirlpool. his eyes are half opened, pupils dilating as he takes in your struggling but pleasurable reactions to the kiss. with a bold move, his hands slip under you pleated skirt, his fingers almost within the reach to feel the cotton fabric of your panties. a gasp hitched your throat, body jolting from surprise as rindou chuckled softly against your mouth. his fingers teased the hem of your underwear, brushing through the tiny bow that was placed in the middle of your panties.

words cannot describe how much he wants to remove (or rather rip) your panties off and just have his way with your pussy throughout this entire night. he can wait but he also couldn't, not when your reactions are this cute and... so pathetic to him. your reactions were evident that you were enjoying this, muttering "more" against his lips like a needy slut. after a few more harsh pecks, he withdraws from your lips and immediately goes down to your neck,"i want to fuck you," his hot breath hitting against your skin, making your body shiver from the close contact,"wanna ruin this pretty face..." he huffed, hips dryly bucking against yours in almost a desperate movement,"fuck..." he whispers against your jaw, his eyebrows furrowing from how aroused he feels.

"you're driving me wild." he admits, he has never felt so turned on in his life. you were the first girl he can imagine fucking for the rest of his life.

your legs managed to wrap around his waist, his fingers entangled in the hem of your panties. his mind wanting to strip away all your clothes and fuck you like he misses you,"you know i love you, hm?" he snuggled more against the crook of your neck, his nose taking in the sweet and alluring scent of your yves saint laurent black opium perfume, paired with other scents such as the almond butter body cream,"m' never gonna feel the same way for anyone else, got that?" rindou's actions were way different than his words, he was saying such sweet things all the while he was devouring your body like a five course meal.

he couldn't wait any longer, pulling away from your neck he looks down to see how much he's marked you up recently. he wasn't ashamed nor did he regret doing all of this, he is yours, and you're his, nothing in between. an airy chuckle filled in your ears as his hands finally left your lower part of your body, now his hands sensually going up to your torso, feeling every inch of his palm and fingers turned you on (again). his calloused hands made its way to your clothed breasts, squeezing, fondling, and kneading them like a stress toy.

"what am i to you?" you whispered softly, causing rindou's ears to perk up from the sudden question. it almost made him laugh, what were you to him? what a dumb question,"you're my girl silly." a lazy grin curled up his lips, giving your breasts another squeeze,"want me to show you a different way pretty?" oh that made you wet instantly, vigorously biting down your lower lip you nodded hesitantly, making rindou sneer at your reaction. his hands moved to where his belt located, slowly but almost eagerly unbuckling his belt as the both of you await for what is about to come next.

with a sharp cling being heard from his santos de cartier belt, you knew there's no going back. looking down to see the poking bulge peek through his slacks, his lavander eyes remained glued to every expression that lands upon you. leaning down to press a little amount of his body weight against yours, rindou whispered in a raspy voice,"close your eyes, don't think about anything else okay?" all he was received was a simple nod from you, showing that you understand on what he wanted you to do for him.

you and rindou had one thing in common, you were both crazy about eachother.

[warpedpuppeteer]

Short silly Buddie mpreg drabble because I could not get the thought of Buck being obsessed with Eddie's little baby bump out of my head. And I know Buck will yap non stop at the baby bump and Eddie will simply indulge him, the love struck fool 🥹

The scratch of Buck's stubble against him is slightly ticklish but he's so used to it by now that he doesn't even move. He however does muster enough energy to pull at his boyfriend's curls. "Buck that's enough, c'mon". Buck finally stops and looks at him forlornly.

"Absolutely not", Eddie tells him sternly. Buck, the man-child that he cannot believe he's in love with, sighs sadly, places one last kiss onto his stomach and finally moves up to lie next to him, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "can't help myself Eddie, it's so cute".

A smile tugs at his own lips,equal parts exasperated and fond. Buck's hand migrates down to his stomach, under the soft shirt he's wearing that might be Buck's actually, and cradles the little baby bump that has started to show. His hand is big and gentle, slightly possessive. Warmth curls down Eddie's spine.

"It hasn't changed in the span of five days Buck. Still the same size. You've literally done nothing but spend time obsessing over it", he reprimands him but the effect is ruined by him nuzzling into Buck's neck. He reaches down, placing his own hand over Buck's on the bump.

He had noticed it while he was alone at home, after a nice warm shower. He'd passed the mirror and had done a double-take when he realized that from the side, he can visibly see the bump. He had stood there curling his hands around it for almost an hour before he had called Buck.

Ever since, his boyfriend has been obsessed with his baby belly. Talking to it constantly and singing lullabies and placing a thousand kisses on it and even falling asleep on it, ears pressed close as if he could hear the lump of cells.

Eddie is absolutely positive their child is going to come out being a yapper just like one of her fathers.

"She's growing so fast", Buck says softly. Eddie hums in agreement. They hadn't really had much hope; tests after tests coming back saying their chances were slim to none but Buck is, if anything, determined, his freaky super swimmers defying science to knock him up soon after the multiple disappointing medical appointments.

They don't really know the gender of the baby yet, and Eddie is comfortable in not knowing but Buck swears up and down that it's going to be a girl. Eddie would love any baby equally but he can admit there's something sweet in the excitement of having a baby girl; about Buck being a dad to a baby girl.

He knows Buck would be an amazing dad already. Christopher is the living proof; Buck is always doting on him despite his teenage grumblings and Chris loves him to the moon and back.

He could't wait to see Buck cradling a baby in his big arms; one that he doesn't have to give away.

Buck has already baby proofed their home and Eddie has stumbled upon his online shopping cart filled with baby furniture, toys and cute onesies. Their baby is about to be so spoiled. It's going to be fantastic, Eddie couldn't wait.

He turns to his side and pulls Buck down for a thorough kiss. Buck grins at him. "What's that for?". Eddie shrugs. "Just because. Now shut up and stop bothering my baby bump, I want to sleep". Buck laughs and puts his arm around Eddie, pulls him even closer.

"I'd say the hormones are making you grumpy but I know that's not the case, it's just your natural state", Buck ribs him. Eddie kicks him on the shin. Buck doesn't even flinch, laughs louder, tucks Eddie into his chest and kisses his forehead.

There's a flutter in Eddie's belly, maybe the baby, maybe indigestion or maybe it's the love radiating from Buck, either way Eddie let's it wash over him in waves. Buck is here. And Chris is in his room. And their baby is growing everyday. Eddie is finally home, sweet home.

ib me going feral over his flat tummy:

[becca-e-barnes]

Ngl I'd absolutely kill for a threesome with Bucky and Natasha 😍 I mean ,,, the constant shifting in power between the two of them of who is more dom of what's happening??? And the idea of being reader being the main focus of all this??

"Thats OUR good girl."

AGDJAKFLSL My little sub brain could never 😔

I don't remember the last time I wrote a lil threesome where the reader is submissive so I guess that's what we're doing today ✨

But the thought of both of them bickering over who can make you feel best while you're right in front of them is so hot. Nat thinks she understands pleasure best whereas Bucky argues that he knows what you like.

They agree that toys are out of the question because that wouldn't be fair and you're thankful for that. You hardly know how you're going to handle them competing without adding toys in.

"She's such... A good girl." Bucky groans, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor while Nat kisses up your bare neck, sucking and nipping your skin.

"The best girl." Nat hums in agreement. "Our good girl." Her slender fingers pinch one of your nipples while Bucky's mouth engulfs the other and you don't remember ever being this wet before in your life.

"She's all frustrated, bless her." Nat's other hand trails up your thighs until she reaches your sex, luxuriating in the feeling of your slick arousal against her fingertips. She knows what she's doing. You can tell that even by the gentle, calculated strokes against your body. She's only aiming to tease; to get you so worked up you beg her for relief, rather than Bucky.

"Have a taste." She removes her hand, extending two fingers to Bucky who gladly removes his mouth from your breast before engulfing the fingers with his mouth.

You hear his low groan, his eyes fluttering shut and it makes you almost writhe with need.

"Now that you've had yours, it's my turn." Nat withdraws her fingers, slipping out of her dress before settling on the bed between your legs. "You have a choice, sweetheart." She purrs, kissing a path from the inside of your knee, up your thigh and back down again. "Bucky might not last very long inside you and that would be disappointing, wouldn't it? You're so warm and wet and tight, it might all be too much for him."

You don't know whether to agree or not. You don't want to risk embarrassing Buck but at the same time, you'd be very disappointed if he wasn't able to fully prove how good he can make you feel. If you only get this experience once, you need it to be the very best it can be.

"If you like, I'll help him take the edge off while I take care of you. I'll let him fuck me and get his first load out of the way so he can give you the attention you deserve." Her voice is soft and sweet, your fingers tangling in her hair hoping it'll drive her mouth where you need it most.

Bucky looks like he would protest but who in their right mind would reject an offer like that?

"Y-yes. Okay, fine." You're so desperate to be touched, you'd agree to almost anything.

"Sweetheart, when it's your turn, I'm going to ruin you. Gonna make you watch how hard Nat cums for me, just so you can see what I'm going to do to you later." Bucky's confidence makes Nat laugh from between your legs.

The strokes of her tongue are feather light to begin with, trailing slowly over your soaked folds, slurping your arousal greedily. You don't miss her low moan as Bucky presses into her but she manages to stay focused, giving your clit the attention you needed.

Taking you apart is the entire plan here. You might be their focus but they're both smart enough to know that it's easier to win when they've sabotaged their competition.

[exhuastedpigeon]

December 2 - 8

Here's your weekly rec list! I didn't reread anything this week, but I will be rereading some of the fics I read this week so it all balances out, probably.

The lists are tagged as ‘Han’s Buddie Recs’ and 'Han's Weekly Fic Recs'. Comments in italics are from me! 

Newly Read

Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/@letmetellyouaboutmyfeelsExplicit || 67.9k When Eddie's son claims he has an imaginary friend, Eddie doesn't think much of it. Christopher is seven, it's what kids do. But then weird things start happening around the house, and Eddie starts dreaming about a handsome blue-eyed man.

Turns out, Christopher's friend isn't so imaginary.

Their house is haunted.

If you liked Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston this fic is for you. 

Both Blade and Branch by Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars Mature || 62.8k The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back

This fic made me rabid. I’ve bullied at least three people into reading it in the last week and now you all are my latest victims. Read this story!!!!! It’s so damn good.

you and i'll be safe and sound by spaceprincessem/@spaceprincessem Teen || 50.8k the buddie hunger games au

This fic does such a great job staying true to Buck and Eddie’s characters while keeping the same plot/structure as The Hunger Games books. Highly recommend it! 

yearning from wanting you by farfromthstars/@buckactuallys Mature || 18.3k while christopher is at camp, buck and eddie strike up a friends with benefits situation. it doesn't really get complicated until the kid comes back.

it hurts to hope for more by 42hrb/@exhuastedpigeon Mature || 15.5k Buck wants to be a dad, it takes a couple break-ups and a major non-romantic heartbreak for him to figure out that maybe he already is.

This is half shameless self plug, half I actually read this fic this week after I posted it and was like 'damn bitch you actually did it, you wrote the fic you wanted to read'

reachin for me (makin love to someone else) by inbetweenthestacks/@organizedstardust Explicit || 8.3k Buck says Eddie’s name while having sex with Natalia.

can't do a love song (not the way you sang them to me) by hattalove/@hattalove Mature || 7.3k in which buck sleeps around for healthy reasons, and thinks about his next-door neighbor a healthy amount.

even when the heat breaks I’m still yours by thewolvesof1998/@thewolvesof1998 Explicit || 6.1k Buck and Eddie get stuck in a cabin during a heatwave, they finally take the next step and fuck nasty on the floor.

Ruin Me Like Castle Walls and Burn Me Like a Village by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/letmetellyouaboutmyfeels Explicit || 6.5k When a call goes wrong, Buck sees a new side to Eddie, and starts to realize a lot of things about his best friend. And himself.

Dragon Eddie and extremely hot sex? Yes please. 

I have not wanted syllables by iphigenias/@oatflatwhite Mature || 3.3k Five times Buck and Eddie don’t say “I love you” + one time they do.

moth to a flame by brewrosemilk/@gayhoediaz Teen || 1.7k Eddie’s kiss is so gentle that Buck aches.

From the way in which he could be pushing Buck back into the lockers and cage him in - but is doing anything but. To the careful, barely-there hold on his face, and the sweet brush of his lips - light as a feather, no pressure added, tongue absolutely nowhere in sight.

WIPs

let you set the pace by devirnis/@devirnis Explicit || 12.7k (1/2 chapters completed) When Eddie had first broached the idea with Buck – haltingly, like he was afraid Buck was going to take offence, or something else ludicrous – Buck had gotten hard so fast that he’d felt lightheaded. Two whole days where Eddie would keep him tied to the bed (or other furniture, Buck’s sure) so he could have his wicked way with him? Buck must have done something very good in a past life.

[sam24]

Bucky Barnes: Wedding Cop

Summary: It’s Bucky’s best friend’s wedding. Well too bad that this particular best friend was Steve Rogers, who seemed to be a nervous wreck, wanting everything to go off without a hitch. So what does he do? Force Bucky into patrolling duty. Lucky for him, one of Natasha’s gorgeous bridesmaids, who looked like she had been assigned to babysitting duty, makes his rounds around the garden estate a lot more interesting.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

no powers au | first meets

*****

Bucky grumbled as he yanked at the tie that was pulling on his neck, courtesy of his best friend.

”All right Buck, I put my full faith in you. Everything better go perfectly from here on out,” Steve fumbled, trying to hide his worries with a casual fix of his best buddy’s tie. “ Remember, Tony is not allowed to dance on the tables again. And don’t let anyone else get too drunk and weird. Nothing is allowed to ruin Natasha’s big night.”

“It’s your big night too, Steve.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Stop worrying and go find your wife.”

“C’mon, Buck,” Steve pleaded. “You already know that her parents don’t like me that much. If something goes wrong on their daughter’s wedding night, they’ll literally hate me forever.”

“I think they already hate you for not being Russian.”

“You’re not funny.” Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

“Look, Stevie,” Bucky pushed his friend’s hands away from his tie that was starting to choke him a tad. “You got married to Natasha, not to her parents. Her love for you is absolutely crazy, and nothing’s gonna change that, even if her parents aren’t that fond of you. Which by the way means that something is totally wrong with them.”

Steve cracked a smile.

“Stop worrying about them, punk,” Bucky continued. “You're wasting your time here stressing out when you could be dancing with Natasha, just enjoying your life. Your married, for fuck’s sake. At least act like you like it.”

“Jerk.” Steve shoved Bucky’s shoulder with a grin.

“So that means I’m off security duty?”

“You wish.”

Bucky’s cheeky grin dropped.

“What’re you waiting for?” Steve smirked. “I think you’re a bit too old for me to sign you off for some volunteer hours.”

Bucky lazily scanned the garden, watching people chat, laugh, and dance (and basically everything he wished he were doing other than playing cop).

The garden itself was beautifully landscaped, featuring carefully manicured flower beds bursting with a riot of colors. Roses, peonies, and daisies created a tapestry of blooms, their sweet fragrance filling the air and scent mingling with the soft, gentle breeze.

Bucky’s eyes caught Steve and Natasha talking quietly in each other’s ears in the corner, pure love evident on both their faces, hiding from the crowd to get a second to themselves.

A smile pulled on Bucky’s face, his heart melting at the sight. However, he was more than happy to point somebody’s grandma in the direction of the newlyweds after she had tugged on his sleeve and asked if he knew where they were, wanting to talk to the couple.

Bucky silently cursed at his best friend as he watched the old lady slowly make her way over to them. That’s what you get, you bastard.

He continued walking aimlessly around the garden, and as Bucky neared the large oak tree where he first started his lap, he saw a large group of young kids laughing hysterically and running in circles around someone.

Bucky peered past the children, trying to catch a glimpse of the poor person in the middle, wanting to get a quick laugh before he had to go back to his job.

He spotted you in the center of the game of Ring around the Rosie on crack, wearing a beautiful pastel pink bridesmaid dress, frantically trying to calm the kids down before they received even more attention from the guests.

He remembered seeing you earlier in the lineup of bridesmaids during the wedding, standing between Yelena and Wanda, but he didn’t get a good look through his teary eyes as he watched his best friend cry with joy throughout the ceremony.

He slowed his walk down to a halt, chuckling at the sight of you trying to bribe the kids with a pack of gum to get them to stop.

Before he could do anything else though, he accidentally made eye-contact with Sam, who was enjoying watching Bucky walk around in circles a little too much.

“Keep walking, bitch,” Sam mouthed at Bucky, making a circling motion with his finger. “Or else I’m telling Steve that you ain’t doing your job.”

Bucky flipped Sam off with a sneer, earning an obnoxious laugh from the latter.

However, wanting to satisfy his best friend’s wishes, Bucky continued his lap. He decided to walk as fast as he possibly could around the garden, trying to get back to you, sending a charming smile at a couple of guests that he accidentally bumped into in his rush.

Bucky drastically slowed down once he heard the group of kids again, cursing at himself for making it so obvious. This time, they were all chewing gum obnoxiously while you were shoving an empty packet of trident gum into a nearby trash can.

(So that’s exactly what Bucky planned to do on repeat: walk around the garden like his ass was on fire until he reached you, where he would slow down and stare like a creep.

Great plan, right?)

On the third round, you were laughing with a little boy who seemed to be unsuccessfully trying to blow bubbles with his gum.

On the fourth round, you were being pulled in opposite directions by two little girls who seemed to be fighting over you.

On the fifth round, all the girls were gently braiding white peonies from a nearby bush into your hair while you held a giant rock-paper-scissors tournament with the boys.

During the frenzy of the game, Bucky somehow managed to beckon Cass, Sam’s younger nephew, over.

“Hey, buddy.” Bucky knelt down on one knee to match the boy’s height. “Having fun?”

“Uncle Bucky, if you’re trying to get me to play matchmaker for you, I’ll have you know that I’m a little too busy right now to be playing cupid for a grown man.”

Bucky stared at the little boy. Why did he have to be so damn smart. “C’mon, Cass,” Bucky didn’t even try to create a cover story. “Just tell me her name.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” Cass stuck his tongue. “It’s sad that your love life needs help from a six year old.”

“Ouch.” Bucky watched Cass run back to the group, getting up back to his feet before looking over at you again.

You looked like a fucking goddess with the flowers weaved into your hair and the soft glow from the fairy lights that were strung around leaving an angelic gleam on your smiling face.

However, before Bucky could stare for too long, Sam was urging him to keep walking.

On the sixth round, you were playing a huge game of concentration with all the kids.

On the seventh round, it was just you and Morgan Stark left in the game, and Bucky watched as you purposefully hesitated to let the little girl win. You laughed as she danced around you, repeatedly chanting “I win, you lose, I win, you lose”.

Damn Starks and their egos.

In the middle of the eighth round, while Bucky was rushing to get back to your group, a familiar hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Woah, Buck,” Steve laughed. “I’m glad that you’re so determined to make sure nothing goes wrong, but I just meant keep an eye on everyone. Like from wherever you were standing. Not walk around aggressively in circles.”

Bucky shrugged nervously. “Um, what can I say? It’s my duty to make sure everything’s perfect. Plus, I- uh, love walking.”

Steve looked suspicious. “Yeah, whatever. C’mon, let’s go to the dance floor. Becca’s looking for you.”

“Uh yeah, lemme just finish my final lap. There were a couple of tipsy looking men over there. Think they’re Alexei’s friends or something,” Bucky lied, gesturing in the general direction where he last saw you guys sitting. “I’ll just make sure they’re not too drunk and then I’ll join you guys.”

“You don’t have to, Buck,” Steve clapped his friend’s shoulder. “But thank you.”

Bucky nodded curtly, promptly speed-walking back to you and the kids. Once he finally made it to the familiar tree, he was stopped in his tracks. You weren’t there.

Bucky finally noticed that all the kids were back with their parents; some being forced to eat, some dancing around with their dads, and some sitting, exhausted, in their mom’s lap.

He looked around for your familiar pink dress and white flowers hanging on by the thread in your hair, but he couldn’t spot you anywhere.

However, before he could find Cass and bribe him into telling Bucky where you went, a finger tapped on his shoulder.

It was Yelena, looking weirdly amused.

“Can I help you?” Bucky was a bit annoyed by the interruption during his frantic search for you.

“Actually, I think I can help you.” Her smug voice was coated in a thick Russian accent.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“Come on, lover boy, you can’t hide anything from me. I saw the way you were looking at her.”

“No clue what you’re talking about.” Bucky tried to look as bored as possible, but his heart skipped a beat.

“Just admit it, Barnes. Or else I’ll tell your mother, and then she'll take matters into her own hands.”

Bucky’s head whipped towards Winnifred Barnes, who was across the garden, and was laughing at something Sam had said. Of course, Bucky loved his mother dearly, but Yelena probably would be a better matchmaker.

“Fine,” He mumbled. “You win.”

“Of course. I always do.” She pushed him, not so gently, in the direction of the bar. “Go get her, Casanova. She’s over there.”

“Couldn’t have done that any softer?” Bucky grumbled, steading himself from the shove.

“Nope.” She smiled sweetly.

Once Bucky was a couple yards out, she called out after him. “Don’t forget to use protection!”

“Fuck. You.” Bucky mouthed at her, earning a witch-like cackle from Yelena, but not before he checked to make sure not too many people were staring.

As Bucky approached the bar, he wiped his clammy hands onto his suit, surprised at his own nervousness.

Where the hell did all this sweat come from?

Bucky cleared his throat, taking a seat in the empty stool next to you, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.

C’mon, Bucky. You’ve done this plenty of times before. Stop worrying. You’re becoming Steve. Just go for it. Say something. Anything-

“You’re Steve’s best man, right?” A gentle voice interrupted his frantic train of thought. “I remember seeing you power-walk in circles from across the garden earlier. Kinda reminded me of my grandma.”

Bucky laughed, his nerves melting away as he shot a sweet grin at you. “I bet your grandma’s got nothing on me. You see how fast I was going?”

“I certainly did. But I’m still wondering why, though.”

“What if I said that I was training for the Olympics?”

You giggled, and Bucky almost melted into a puddle at the sound. “Well then I would say that you wouldn’t last a minute there. Have you ever seen professional race-walking? It’s intense, man.”

“You saying I’m not good enough to compete?” Bucky nudged your shoulder with his own, his usual wave of confidence rippling back through him. “I’d like to see you try to beat me.”

“Give me the date and time,” You nudged him back. “You’re on.”

“Okay, okay, I see how it is.” Bucky clicked his tongue. “But, personally, I prefer to know my opponent’s name before we race to the death.”

“Well, personally,” You mocked, giving Bucky a sly grin. “I don’t like giving out private information to the enemy.”

“Fine, be that way. But since I, for one, am a good sport, I’ll start.” He dramatically stuck his hand out. “Hey there, I’m Bucky.”

You took his hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Bucky arched an eyebrow at you. “Y’know, usually when someone introduces themselves to you, you’re supposed to introduce yourself back.”

“Oh really?” You slowly pulled your hand back, and he already missed the warmth of it. “Well thank you for the words of wisdom, Bucky. I’ll be sure to try it next time.” You stretched out his name with a smirk, and Bucky turned red.

Since when was the name ‘Bucky’ this erotic?

He chuckled and looked out to the dance floor, not wanting to give away the blush adorning his cheeks. He spotted Natasha and Steve, who were dancing slowly together in the middle, staring softly into each other’s eyes without a care in the world.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” You followed Bucky’s gaze to the couple, resting your chin in one hand and letting out a happy sigh.

Not as adorable as you, thou-

Bucky heard his name being called out, along with someone else’s he didn’t recognize.

Yelena squeezed in between you both, swinging an arm around each of you. She winked at Bucky. “I see you two have met.”

Bucky looked over at you with a smirk. "So that's your name, huh?" He repeated it with a long and dramatic stretch, just like you had with his. You hit his foot with your own.

“Whoa, no need to get violent,” Yelena jokingly slapped the back of your head before returning her arm onto your shoulder.

“Says you.” Bucky snorted.

“Yeah, Barnes. Says me.” Yelena slapped Bucky’s head next. “Anyways, everyone’s looking for you guys. Let’s go dance.”

Before either of you could protest, Yelena was already dragging you both by the hand up onto your feet and to the crowd in the middle of the estate. She shoved Bucky’s hands onto your waist and yours onto his shoulders before hurriedly walking away. “Have fun! I’m going to go find a dance partner.”

“Um, sorry about that.” You looked down at your feet, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Nothing to be sorry about, doll.” Bucky nudged your foot with his own. “So, you wanna dance?”

“If we didn’t, Yelena probably would kill us.” You leaned forward a bit as you laughed, and Bucky caught a whiff of the flowers in your hair. “But I’m definitely gonna step on your feet, so I apologize in advance.”

“Don’t you worry, doll. You’ll do great.” He started moving his feet to the music, urging you to sway along with him.

After a couple of laughs and bruises on Bucky’s toes, you had finally nailed it.

“See, you’re doing fabulous. I’m so proud of you.” Bucky smiled.

“Mhm, you can say that after I step on your foot again.”

“Oh c’mon, that’s not gonna happen. You’ve got this shit down.” Bucky winked at you. “That’s what happens when you get a great teacher like me.”

“Keep bragging and I’ll step on your foot on purpose this time.” You threatened. However, your mocking glare quickly turned into a sweet smile as spotted Morgan, who was dancing with her dad a few feet away.

Bucky watched as you two took turns sticking your tongues out at each other, the battle finally ending once Tony and Morgan danced away over to Pepper.

The crowd slowly dwindled down, leaving you and Bucky on the dance floor along with a few other couples.

Your dress twirled around you, the fabric flowing and whispering as you moved. Bucky’s hand rested on the small of your back, and the smooth wooden floor beneath them seemed to sway along in rhythm.

“You’re great with kids,” Bucky pointed out when you turned back to face him. “I saw you with 'em earlier too.”

“Oh, thank you.” You smiled at him, flashing your teeth. “I was convinced into babysitting for the night. Luckily the kids didn’t get too crazy. Probably shouldn't have given all of them gum though.”

Bucky laughed. “I feel you. I was forced into security duty by Steve.”

“Unpaid workers unite!” You stuck your hand up for a high-five, and Bucky gladly accepted with a hearty laugh. “So you’re pretty close to Steve, huh?”

“Yeah. We grew up together in Brooklyn. Been friends for as long as I can remember. He’s always been there for me.” Bucky looked over at his best friend, who was standing with Winnie and Sam, his arm draped across Natasha’s waist, pulling her close into him. “I’m really happy for him. He deserves all of this.”

You nodded, smiling up at Bucky with sparkling eyes. “You sound like an amazing friend,” You said softly, matching the gentle music playing in the background.

And in that moment, Bucky wanted to know everything about you- your hopes, your dreams, your fears, and the stories that danced behind your eyes. Time seemed to slow down as Bucky absorbed every detail of your presence- everything from your mischievous eyes down to your delicate lips that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

The sheer sight of your twinkling smile stirred emotions deep in him, and he wanted nothing more than to see that smile over and over again for the rest of his life. His mind scrambled to find the right words to describe the mixture of delight and nervousness he felt in his veins that created some sort of magnetic force that tugged you closer to him.

You were just a few inches away. Bucky’s breath caught in his chest.

“Central park. Tomorrow at noon. I’ll pick you up,” He whispered.

“You taking me on a date tomorrow, Barnes?” Your eyes flickered to his lips.

“Nah, doll.” Bucky inched closer. “We’re gonna race.”

And then he closed the distance with a lingering kiss.

[noobsquasher]

can i request smut with peter? like reader and peter are both so needy that they do multiple rounds? and peter just fucks reader so fucking hard also they praise and dirty talk each other all throughout the sex? thanks :)

The Stars Are Still Up

Word Count: 669

Warnings: unprotected sex, degrading, praising, swearing, a sexual epiphany, etc

Summary: You just cannot get enough of Peter, can you?

Notes: Peter Parker x Female Reader

All characters in this story are 18+.

Something small since I haven't written about my beloved in a while.

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Your head sunk into the sweat-stained pillow, your chest thumping harshly, your entire body shaking to the vigorous orgasm rushing throughout your veins.

You wondered how long you’ve been fucking now, you stopped counting after the fourth round.

“Don’t give up on me now, baby. You told me to fuck you till the sun rises, the moons still out.” His throbbing cock found its way inside you again, your needy pussy engulfing him with such ease.

“P-Peter! Fuck- oh!”

His thrusts didn’t stop, that impending feeling within you rushing throughout your nervous system, your brain about to go numb.

“Don’t I make you feel good? Tell me, princess. How’s my cock, huh?” Your cells felt as if they were on fire, your legs starting to ache. “So- so good! So fucking good! Keep going! Harder!” Crescent shapes stained his shoulders as you held him tightly, bucking your hips to feel him deeper within you.

You were sure you’d pass out after this, but your body wanted more. Greed was the only thing on your mind, needing Peter to milk you of all your worth.

You pushed your own limits, letting him fuck your absolute brains out. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love every single goddamn minute of it.

He pounded that sweet pussy of yours, skin roughly slapping, the honeyed melodies of both your moans making such a delicate song that you wished the entire universe could hear.

“Such a slut, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of my cock?” His lips found that spot behind your ear, leaving love bites, “Need me to fuck you to sleep? Is that what you want?” Your narrow walls squeezed his thick length, getting a grueling moan from his soft lips, he pumped you harder than before, his tip kissing your treasured spot.

Your eyes were glued to the back of your head, incoherent mumbles dancing around you two.

“Can’t talk now? What happened to all that bitching earlier?” His thrusts got sloppy, the firm rhythms losing their balance.

“Need- need to come. Let me come. Please. Please, Petey!” Tears trailed down the sides of your face, the knot below you tightened harshly, you were seconds away from that astonishing release you begged for.

“Gonna let me feel you, Angel? Let me feel you, come on.”

One last thrust and that was it. You were completely ruined, lost in a pit of euphoria, complete bliss clouding over you, taking over your whole body, your entire state of mind.

It was refreshing, feeling that intoxicating lust, your desire being fulfilled, exceeding its limits to lengths you’ve never even dreamed about.

Peter made you feel unlike anything else in the world, he knew you better than you knew yourself. He traced your body like a work of art, knowing how and when to brush his strokes, how to completely have you melting under his scorching touch, caressing you with so much love, you believed it was too good to be true.

Yet, when he had you screaming like this, back arching tightly under his arms, his cock deep inside you, it was in times like these you had to believe it. Accept that someone like him was able to leave you in such a vulnerable state, a condition filled with much love and ecstasy. Once your epiphany had ended, you softened into his touch, relaxing in his gentle hold.

“I got you, baby, I got you.” It was as if you two were sleeping in on a cloud, engulfing each other’s nebulous presence. You felt his lips leave tiny kisses over your chest and face, practically attacking you with his affection.

“I’m so proud of you. You did such a good job, Angel. My sweet girl.”

All you could do was smile at his praises, your heart throbbing rapidly.

“Mm… I love you, Pete.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

“Possible.”

With a sparkling smile, he suddenly caught a kiss onto your sore lips, tongues dancing together.

“Think you can go again? The stars are still up.”

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Copyright © of noobsquasher 2024

[fatecantstopme]

Life Finds A Way

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You start dating a handsome stranger who’s new to town. Bucky is concerned about anyone you date, so he has his right hand man, Steve, do some digging on the new guy. Turns out he’s not who he says he is.

Warnings: violence, torture, swearing, mafia themes. Sweet beautiful angst and fluff.

“James, have you ever considered just settling down with a nice girl?” you asked from across the room.

He looked up from the other side of his massive mahogany desk with a smirk. “Sure, doll. I think about it all the time. Problem is, there aren’t any nice girls left in all of New York.”

You turned back to him with a grin. “Because you’ve ruined every last one of them.”

Not you. He leaned back in his chair, strong arms settling into place behind his head. “Besides, what kind of fun would I be having with a nice girl?”

You laughed and plopped into the leather chair in front of his desk, Jean clad legs resting on the arm of the chair. “Absolutely none at all. That’s the point. You’d maybe stay out of trouble for once in your life.”

“Nah. I happen to like living life on the wild side.”

You raised your eyebrow but didn’t say anything. You knew he was so much more than the mafia boss the rest of NYC knew. He was kind, funny, gentle, a little goofy, and oh so protective. Not to mention, there wasn’t a single soul on god's green earth that was as attractive as the suited man in front of you. You loved him. Always had. And he loved you too…just not in the same way.

“Alright, doll. You better get moving or you’re gonna be late,” he said, interrupting your thoughts.

You groaned. “Do I have to? I hate meeting new clients.”

He laughed. “How are you supposed to get new clients if you never meet anyone?”

“You can bankroll my very cheap lifestyle so I never have to work again," you teased.

“Doll, if I bankrolled your lifestyle, it would be anything but cheap. And for the record, I’ve offered more than once, but you always say the same thing.”

“We don’t take handouts," you both said at the same time.

You sighed. “We may have grown up poor, but we never begged.”

He nodded. “I get it, doll. But if there ever comes a time when you want to give up practicing law…”

“Only every minute of every day, Buck," you joke as you grab your purse and head to the door.

As you step out into the hall, your path is blocked by a very handsome blond haired man. The man shoots you a grin, which you return in kind. “Hey Stevie. Boss is feeling kinda moody this morning. Apparently Sofia dumped him.”

“Her name is Sasha and I dumped her.” Bucky yelled from inside the office.

You winked at Steve and he laughed. “I’ve gotta get going. Keep him company for me, will you?”

“You’ve got it, (Y/N/N). I’ll see you tonight,” Steve replied.

You flounced off to your meeting and Steve entered the office, shutting the door behind him.

“You’ve got that look on your face. What’s up?” Bucky asked.

“When you gonna tell her?”

Bucky groaned. “Never. We’ve talked about this.”

Steve wanted to say more…hell, he always wanted to say more, but he knew it was a useless battle that he’d never win. The two most stubborn people on this planet also happened to be his childhood best friends. One had just walked out the door and the other was his boss, sitting on the other side of the desk. “Fine,” he said as he sat down in one of the leather chairs.

“Don’t we have some sort of business to discuss anyway?”

“Not really.”

“Make something up.”

Steve laughed. “Seriously, boss, nothing is happening. It’s been pretty quiet lately. Everyone has been cooperating and getting along. It’s almost peaceful.”

Bucky winced. “Damnit, Steve. You know better than to say that word. Now something bad is gonna happen.”

“You’re superstitious, Bucky. Everything is good.”

Bucky gave him a cold look, but didn’t say anything. Something in his gut told him that everything was not, in fact, good.

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You walked into your office 10 minutes later than you’d intended to, but thankfully your new client wasn’t there yet. You looked down at the jeans and t-shirt you were wearing and sighed in annoyance as you locked the door to your office before changing into a dress with heels. You hated wearing dress clothes. It always made you feel like you were trying to be someone you weren’t. Like you thought you were better than everyone else.

You sat down at your desk and started to log into your computer when there was a knock at your door. "Come in," you called.

When the door opened, a young brunette man peeked into the office. "I'm looking for Miss (Y/L/N)," he said hesitantly.

"You've found her," you said as you stood up to greet him. You stepped around your desk and shook his hand before gesturing for him to have a seat on the other side of the desk. When you sat back down, you subtly slid your heels off to let your feet breathe. "What can I do for you, Mr. Reynolds?"

"I'm new to the area and I heard you were the best in the business, so I figured I'd want to become acquainted with you. My sources didn't mention how beautiful you were, though."

You were slightly taken aback by his forwardness. Sure, you knew you weren't ugly, but you weren't used to men looking at you the way this man was. You stared him up and down, trying to make your own assessment. Objectively, he was incredibly handsome. Strong jaw, green eyes, tall, a bit of a beard, and he clearly worked out. But there was something about him that made you wary. Or perhaps it was the 'best in the business' line that gave you pause. "What business are you in, exactly?" you asked, ignoring his compliment.

He smiled and you would be a liar if you said it didn't make your heart beat just a little faster. "Well, Miss (Y/L/N), I'm in a very private business." He shot you a wink, which once again made you wary.

"You can call me (Y/N). I appreciate the desire to maintain privacy, but everything you say here is completely confidential."

He nodded and smiled again. "A gentleman by the name of Carter recommended you."

The spark of recognition lit up your face. You knew Carter very well...he was actually one of Bucky's employees. "Ahh, I see. Well I understand your desire for privacy, then. What do you need from me, though?"

"I simply wanted to meet the attorney who came so highly recommended...should I need one in the future."

You offered him a small smile. You had no desire to be involved with any other mobs or mafia or whatever criminal group this man was a part of, but it's still sometimes hard for you to say no. Especially when someone comes on the recommendation of a friend. "Well, I'm happy to assist you should you need it. Don't hesitate to give me a call, Mr. Reynolds." You stood up and extended your hand.

He mirrored your actions and smiled as he shook your hand. "I appreciate that, (Y/N), and please, call me Charlie."

You inclined your head slightly and replied, "Have a good rest of your day, Charlie."

"Thank you. You too, (Y/N)." He turned and left your office without another word.

Once he was gone, you sat back down at your desk and went over the meeting again in your head. He seemed nice enough and he wasn't creepy or off-putting, which was a nice change of pace from some of the clients you'd had in recent months. You debated calling Bucky and asking him to look into Charlie for you, but you decided that would be a bit extreme. Besides, if Carter recommended this guy, he had to be a good one, right?

You pushed any lingering doubts from your mind and decided to move along with your day. Charlie hadn't asked anything of you and he really was very polite. You felt comfortable with him, even if your initial instinct was wariness. That was something years of being friends with New York's top mafia boss would do to you.

You finally signed into your computer and started going through your emails. Once you finished that, you moved on to some paperwork that had been piling up. A couple hours had passed when your cell phone started ringing. You didn't recognize the number, but sometimes clients called you from unknown numbers, so you answered. "This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"Hi, (Y/N)," the deep voice on the other end of the line said.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't expect to hear from you so soon, Charlie."

You could practically hear his smile as he replied, "Well you did say to call if I needed anything."

You laughed lightly. "I didn't expect you to need me so soon."

He laughed warmly. "I was hoping you would have dinner with me tonight."

You inhaled sharply, surprised by his request. "Dinner?"

"Yes. It's something people do when they're attracted to each other."

You paused.

"I apologize if I was too forward, (Y/N). I'd been debating on asking you since the moment I walked into your office this morning."

"Oh." Your surprise was evident in your tone.

He quickly backed off, sensing your disinterest. "We can absolutely forget that this conversation ever happened, if you'd prefer."

"That won't be necessary," you said quickly. "I would love to have dinner with you. It's just that I already have plans with some friends tonight...but I suppose I could cancel those."

"Oh no, please don't cancel your plans on my account. We can have dinner a different night."

"It's not really a big deal. We just get together every Tuesday night for drinks and gossip. I'm quite certain I can miss one." I don't think they'll be upset with me.

"Well, I wouldn't want your friends to hate me before I've even met them."

"Pretty presumptuous of you to think you'll ever meet them."

He laughed. "A man can dream, can't he?"

You smiled. "I suppose I'll allow it," your tone was light and teasing and he chuckled in response. "So tonight, then?" you asked.

"If you're sure."

"I'm sure."

"Alright then. Would you like me to pick you up or meet at the restaurant?"

"Quite the gentleman. Since we've already met, I'm okay with you picking me up at my office."

He chuckled. "Alright, sounds good. I'll pick you up at 7."

"Looking forward to it."

"Oh, and (Y/N)?"

"Hmm?"

"Wear something nice." He hung up without saying goodbye.

If you hadn't heard the warmth in his tone, you may have been offended by that last statement. While you weren't exactly one to dress up and go out, you owned plenty of options ranging from leisure to black tie. You bit your lip as you thought about what you were going to wear that evening, images of the different dresses you had stashed in the back of your closet traipsing across your mind. One of the options you thought of was a beautiful black dress that made you feel like a million dollars. Honestly, it should because Bucky had it made for you. God only knows how much it had cost him. You'd needed a dress for a black tie event he was dragging you to and he'd had it delivered to you the day of.

Thinking about the dress of course made you think about Bucky, which instantly made you feel guilty. Your plans tonight had been with Bucky, Steve, and a few of your other close friends. You debated on whether to call Steve or Bucky...a debate which lasted less than a second. You picked up your phone, clicked on your favorites, and selected the second name on the list.

"Hey (Y/N/N)," a warm voice said.

"Hey Steve," you replied.

"Uh-oh. What's up?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've got that 'I did something I shouldn't have' tone."

You sighed. "Sometimes it's a pain in the ass having known you since birth."

He laughed in response. "Come on, spill."

"So I can't make it tonight."

"Aww come on, (Y/N/N). It's Tuesday."

"I know, I know. I um...I have a date."

Steve paused for a few moments before responding. "With whom?"

"A potential client."

"(Y/N)!"

"Oh what? He's not an actual client, so it's fine. Besides, he apparently knows Carter."

"Hmm." Charlie's supposed knowledge of Carter seemed to appease Steve...at least for the moment. "Can I assume you want me to tell Bucky?"

"Please," you mumbled. "Maybe don't tell him everything, though?"

"You want me to lie to him?"

"No...just don't tell him the whole truth."

"So leave out the part about you having a date."

"You know how he gets! He's made it virtually impossible to date any eligible man in the entire city! He always scares them away from me."

Steve sighed. "You know he doesn't do that on purpose. He worries about you."

You sighed. "I can take care of myself, you know. I'm almost a legit full-functioning adult."

Steve laughed. "Almost." He paused. "Alright, fine. I'll tell him you're not coming tonight, but if he asks me why, you know I can't lie to him."

"At least fight him off a little...maybe he'll back off."

"We both know that will never happen, but I'll do my best. I'll see you tomorrow, (Y/N/N). Have fun and stay safe. Call me if he gets annoying or creepy."

"I will. Thanks, Stevie."

The two of you hang up and you sigh in relief. You knew Steve wouldn't freak out on you like Bucky would have, so you played it safe by telling him instead. You knew Bucky would likely be calling you later tonight to grill you about this new guy, but for now you opted to focus on simple things, like what you were going to wear and how you were going to style your hair. You might not have loved getting dressed up and doing your hair and makeup, but that didn't mean you didn't know how to look amazing.

You decided to finish up your work before heading home to get ready for the first date you'd had in what felt like years.

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"What do you mean she's not coming?" Bucky asked.

"She's busy."

"Busy? It's Tuesday. We always get together on Tuesdays."

"I know, but she's got other things going on tonight, Buck."

"What kinds of things, Steve?"

"I don't know. It's not my business."

Bucky glared at his best friend and right-hand man, nearly burning a hole right through him. "I find it hard to believe you didn't ask."

Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "She asked me not to say."

Bucky took a step towards him, and even though he was slightly shorter than Steve, Steve still felt intimidated. Out of everyone on the planet, no one knew what Bucky was capable of better than Steve did. Steve took a deep breath. "She's uh...she's got a date."

Bucky looked surprised. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"(Y/N) has a date," Steve repeated.

"With?"

"The client she met with this morning."

Bucky blinked slowly. "Did you get his name?"

Steve shook his head.

"One job, Steve. Literally one job."

"Technically, my job is to protect you and your interests."

"Which extends to (Y/N). It always has and it always will."

Steve sighed. "I'll find out."

"Good. I want you to find out everything about this guy. I don't want some random guy hanging out with her if I don't know him."

"Have you considered that she's old enough and smart enough to take care of herself?"

"Have you considered that I don't care? She means the world to me and I will do anything I can to keep her safe. Anything."

Steve sighed again, but nodded. "I know, Buck. So will I."

"Good. Now get to work."

Steve nodded and backed out of the room. "You've got it, boss."

Once Steve had left, Bucky leaned back in his chair, reflecting on the information he'd just learned, as well as all the years he'd spent keeping you safe. That was all he ever wanted to do...protect you. You were the reason he got out of bed in the morning, his guiding light, his hope, his reason for being. He lived for you. It had been that way since you were kids. Bucky was only a year older, but he'd always been extremely protective of you. He didn't realize until he was in his early 20s that it wasn't just because you were practically family. You held his heart in the palm of your hand and you didn't even know it. If it came down to it, Bucky would gladly give his life for yours. There would never be a price too high for your protection and happiness. There were times he had done things and made choices that were for your own good that upset you or even hurt you. He didn't care if you hated him, as long as you were safe.

He hadn't grown up hoping to become a mafia boss, let alone the most well-known and respected mafia boss in all of New York state. He'd had bigger (and more legal) aspirations, but sometimes life takes its own turns. When he found himself in a position of power, he realized how much danger it put the people he loved in, especially you. If anyone knew how much he cared about you, you'd be a pawn in this dangerous game he played. He couldn't let that happen, so he always kept you at arms length. Everyone knew Bucky Barnes looked out for you, but everyone saw it as a friendly, or even brotherly, relationship. He made it clear that if anyone so much as looked at you wrong, he would drop them into the bottom of the Hudson without a second thought. People kept their distance from you out of self-preservation. He knew it had hurt you over the years, especially in the dating realm, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop protecting you, he couldn't stop caring, and he certainly couldn't stop loving you. The fact that he regularly scared off potential suitors was simply a bonus for him. He wanted you to be happy so desperately, but he also couldn't bear to see you with someone else.

Bucky sighed and pulled himself together. These kinds of thoughts could ruin a weaker man. He shook off the heavy emotions and started reviewing the paperwork you had dropped off for him earlier that day.

**********

7:00pm came around all too quickly. You'd been ready for almost an hour, your nerves forcing you to make sure you had plenty of time to prepare. It had been quite sometime since you'd been on a real date.

While you were waiting for Charlie's arrival, your phone pinged, letting you know you'd received a text message. When you looked down at it, you saw Steve's name flash across the screen.

S: Hey, (Y/N/N), I'm on my way to Bucky's but I just wanted to check in and see how your date is going.

Y: I'm actually waiting for him to pick me up now.

S: Wait, you've met this guy right? He's not coming to your house?

Y: Stevie, chill. I'm not stupid. I met him this morning and he's picking me up from my office.

S: Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I worry sometimes.

Y: I know and I love you for it. I promise I'll call you if I get into trouble or anything.

S: Alright. Just be safe.

S: BTW, what's this guy's name? I wanna know who's name to put on the headstone should he so much as lay a finger on you.

You laughed out loud before responding.

Y: God, you sound like Bucky. His name is Charlie Reynolds. Happy?

S: Thanks, (Y/N/N). If you go missing, I'll track his ass down.

You laughed again. You appreciated Steve's protective nature, but you also thought he was overdoing it. He was a lot like Bucky in that way. You started to type your response when a beautiful black Cadillac pulled up to the curb and a beeped at you. A man got out of the driver's seat, came around to the passenger side, and opened the rear door.

Charlie leaned out of the vehicle slightly so you could see him. "Hey (Y/N)."

You blushed slightly, having never been picked up in style like this before. You sent a quick text to Steve to let him know your date had begun before sliding into the spacious backseat. "Well this is luxurious," you commented.

Charlie smiled. "I intend to make the best impression possible this evening."

"I would have been okay if you'd picked me up in an old Toyota Corolla."

He laughed. "You deserve much better than that."

You smiled. "But you don't even know me. How could you possibly know what I deserve?"

"I have excellent instincts for this sort of thing."

"And apparently a wit to match."

He grinned. "Oh I'm glad you noticed."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "It's impossible not to. So...where are we going?"

"Madame, please. Be patient."

"You'll learn quite quickly that patience is not one of my strong suits."

"Patience has great rewards, my dear. You'll see."

You weren't quite sure how you felt about Charlie using terms of endearment this soon, but at least he hadn't called you 'baby' or something more personal. Not that you had an issue with pet names...just not 10 minutes after you meet someone.

A few minutes later and you arrived at your destination. When the drive opened the door to help you out, you were surprised to find yourself in front of one of the fanciest restaurants in the entire city. Only problem? It was owned by Bucky's rival...or former rival, would be more accurate. Keenan Mulligan had been found dead in the Hudson river a little over a month ago.

"Are you alright?" Charlie asked as he stepped out behind you.

"Of course. I'm just a little surprised that you choose this particular place. I didn't even know it was still open."

Charlie looked at you in confusion. "Why would it be closed?"

"Well...umm...the owner was murdered not that long ago. Most of his businesses have shut down." Including his very illegal ones.

"Hmm. I didn't know. My apologies, we can absolutely go somewhere else--"

"Oh that won't be necessary. I didn't know him or anything. I was simply surprised."

Charlie nodded. "Alright."

You started to walk towards the door, but Charlie stopped you and turned you towards him.

"May I just say, you look absolutely stunning this evening. Like a vision."

You blushed. "Thank you. You don't look so bad either."

He laughed. In truth, the man was quite attractive in his fitted suit. Everything about him radiated wealth...and in this moment, so did you.

Charlie guided you into the restaurant and you were greeted at the hostess stand by a beautiful young woman.

"Mr. Reynolds, it's a pleasure to see you again sir. Would you like your usual table?" the hostess asked.

"That would be lovely."

You followed Charlie to his 'usual table' in a quiet corner near the rear of the establishment. He helped you into your chair before taking a seat across from you. The hostess placed the menus on the table and bid you both a good evening.

"So...you come here often?" you joked lightly.

Charlie laughed. "You could say that. My brother loved this place. He used to drag me here any time I was in town."

"Used to? Did he move away?"

"He died," Charlie said, sadness, and perhaps a bit of anger, filled his voice.

"Oh," you paused. "I'm so sorry."

Charlie waved you off. "It's quite alright. You couldn't have known. Besides I've had plenty of time to cope. But his death is actually the reason I moved to New York. The city reminds me of him...his memory is infused within every inch of it."

"That's actually quite beautiful," you said softly.

Charlie smiled softly. "Well enough of that. Onto happier matters."

And with that, the conversation flowed as easily as water. Charlie struck you as a kind and gentle man. He was very sweet, an excellent conversationalist, and very intelligent. He also seemed to know most of the staff at the restaurant, as well as several of the patrons. All around, he seemed like an incredible man. By the end of the night, you were smitten.

**********

"Yo, Steve. What's with Buck?"

Steve sighed. "You know how he gets, Sam. Always up in his head about something."

"He seems worse tonight..." Carter commented.

"Well don't let him hear you say that. It'll probably only piss him off more."

"Is it about that chick...what the heck was her name? Savannah?" Sam asked.

Steve chuckled. "Sasha. Bucky said he broke up with her yesterday."

"It's not like he was that into her anyway," Carter interjected.

"Well...we all know why that is, don't we?" Sam asked lightly.

"Oh really? Well why don't you enlighten us then, Samuel?" Bucky said as he entered the living room.

All three men were quiet as they waited for Bucky to just let it go and continue with the evening. Bucky, as always, had other plans. "Well? Go on, then."

Sam sighed. "You never really like the women you date. At least not the way most people do."

Steve winced and Bucky raised his eyebrows. "Oh please continue," Bucky said.

"I'm just saying...we get it, ya know? No one else is ever going to compare."

Steve closed his eyes and Carter let out a whispered, "Ooo."

"Compare to...?" Bucky asked, clearly daring Sam to continue.

"(Y/N)," Sam stated, refusing to back down.

Steve and Carter made eye contact and started to rise from their seats, eager to leave the room while Bucky tore Sam a new one. But they weren't fast enough.

"Sit down," Bucky ordered.

The men immediately complied and waited to hear what would come next. To their surprise, it wasn't a verbal beating, but a pained acknowledgment.

"I wish I could say you were wrong. But my very small world revolves around one single human being and there are days when my soul aches with loneliness. I wish I could change the way things are. I wish I could forget her just as much as I wish I could be hers. But every decision I have made, every choice...they were mine alone. I created a barrier I can't remove, and for that, I will suffer eternally." Bucky sat down with a sigh and took a long swig of his bourbon.

The other three men looked at each other in utter shock. This was the first time Bucky had ever "publicly" acknowledged how he felt about (Y/N). Even in private, he was very careful about what he said to anyone other than Steve. Apparently, Bucky'd had more to drink that evening than any of them thought.

Bucky seemed, at least for a moment, to regain his composure. "If any of you breathe a single word of this to (Y/N), you will not live to see the next sunrise."

In any other situation between friends, they'd likely laugh it off...but with James Buchanan Barnes, murder was not something to be regarded as a joke. Not only was he perfectly capable of killing, he was more than willing if it was required.

**********

The next morning, Steve began his research into Charlie Reynolds. He had contacts all over the city and most of them owed him at least one favor. The first couple people he asked had no idea who "Charlie Reynolds" was, but were able to refer him to other people that may have information.

By lunchtime, Steve was starting to get discouraged. Not a single person he'd spoken to all morning had ever even heard the name, let alone have any dirt.

It wasn't until later in the evening that Steve received a call from a friend of a friend's brother, claiming he had Information on Reynolds.

"Mr. Rogers, I understand you're looking for information on Charlie Reynolds."

"That would be correct. Do you know him?"

"Not personally, but I know of him. He's a businessman from California."

"California? Do you know why he's come to New York?"

"I've heard some rumors that he's expanding his business here."

"Interesting. And what business would that be exactly?"

The man sighed. "I honestly don't know. However, my cousin's best friend lives out in California and apparently knows Reynolds personally."

"Does this cousin's best friend have a phone number?"

Two minutes later, Steve was dialing the number the caller had given him.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mr. Collins. My name is Steve Rogers. I got your information from a friend. I'm looking for information on a Charlie Reynolds. He's apparently a businessman in California."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Then Collins responded hesitantly, "What sort of information?"

"Anything you know would be very helpful."

"May I ask what this is regarding?"

"I'm a private investigator and I've been hired on a very sensitive matter involving Mr. Reynolds," Steve lied smoothly.

"I see. Well, I can at least confirm that he is, in fact, a businessman here in LA."

"Excellent. And what is his business?"

Collins paused. "Well he's very private about it."

"I understand. I can be very discreet. It's what I'm paid to do." At least that part was true.

"Okay, well...just don't mention where you got any of this information, okay? If it comes back to me, it's my head."

Steve thought the man might be a bit dramatic, but he indulged him for the time being. "You have my word."

"Reynolds is in the underground world. Drugs, guns, money, sex trafficking, the works. If it's illegal, Reynolds knows how to procure it. He's the go-to guy for pretty much anything in Southern California."

"Interesting," Steve said. "Is it just him running this or is he part of some sort of organization?"

Collins laughed harshly. "Part of? Hell no, man. Reynolds runs the damn thing. He's the kingpin. There's not a person in this city who isn't afraid of him."

"I see." Steve took a breath to ensure his tone remained level. "My understanding is that you may know Reynolds on a more personal level."

Collins was silent for several seconds. "I actually met him in college. Back before he decided to return to the family business."

"Family business?"

"Apparently his dad and older brother were mafiosos back in New York."

Steve's breath caught in his chest. He'd never heard of a Reynolds family being a part of the underground network in New York.

"After his dad died, Charlie changed. It was like his entire personality had turned dark. He quickly amassed followers to do his bidding. He pretty much took over the underground market in LA before he was even 25," Collins continued.

"I don't know of any Reynolds families in the mafia scene in New York," Steve commented.

"Oh, well that's because he changed his name when he moved to California. His real name is Charlie Mulligan."

Steve's heart stopped in his chest. The pieces of the puzzle began to click into place. "He's Kevin Mulligan's kid?"

"Yeah, I think that was his dad's name. Brother's name is Keenan."

Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I appreciate all the information you've given me. No one will know we've spoken."

"Good. I appreciate that."

"Of course. Goodbye."

"Bye."

When Steve hung up the phone he stood in the middle of his living room in stunned silence. Charlie's unexpected return to New York only a month after his brother's murder could only mean one thing...he was looking for answers.

Steve immediately dialed his phone. The second it connected, he spoke, "Buck? We need to talk. It's urgent."

"What's wrong?"

"It's about Charlie Reynolds."

"Who?"

"The guy (Y/N)'s been seeing."

"I'm home. Come now."

Steve was out the door before he'd even hung up the phone.

**********

Bucky's front door flew open before Steve could even knock. Bucky gestured for him to come in and quickly shut the door behind him.

"What did you find out?"

"You may want to sit down," Steve advised.

Bucky raised his eyebrows, but took a seat in the front room, gesturing for Steve to sit in the chair across from him.

"Everyone I spoke to had never heard of Charlie Reynolds," Steve began.

"Then what's the urgency for?"

"Because after talking to people all day, I finally spoke to someone who knew his name."

"Go on."

"Reynolds is a business man from California."

"What kind of business?"

"Our kind," Steve said simply. "Except worse."

Bucky paled. "Why is he here?"

"According to someone I spoke to in California, Reynolds essentially owns the underground market in LA. Anything illegal goes through him. He can get you anything you want. Drugs, money, guns, women. Anything."

"Why is he here?" Bucky asked again, clearly impatient.

"He's from here."

"I don't remember any mafia Reynolds families."

Steve took a deep breath. "That's because he changed his name. His real name is Mulligan."

Bucky's eyes darkened and his skin paled even farther. "Mulligan."

Steve nodded. "Keenan was his older brother."

Bucky's breathing quickened. "He knows who I am?"

"I think we should assume so."

"So he knows who (Y/N) is."

Steve nodded again. "It seems likely."

Bucky immediately stood up and walked into another room, emerging moments later with his phone. He tapped the first favorite in his contacts and the phone began to ring. After several rings, it went to voicemail. Bucky called it three more times and each time it went to voicemail. "She's not answering."

Steve's eyes widened. "You don't think--?"

"We need to find her. Now."

Steve immediately sent out the call to the most trusted guys. He sent each of them out to scour the town for (Y/N) with strict instructions to call him the moment they found her.

Bucky was pacing, clearly emotional.

"We'll find her, Buck."

Bucky stopped and looked at his friend. "What if we don't?"

"We will."

Bucky took a deep breath. "We can't just stand around. We need to go out and look for her."

"I've got 10 guys out looking now. Sam and Carter are on the way to her house. Someone will find her."

Bucky didn't look convinced. "How much do you think he knows?"

"Reynolds?"

Bucky nodded.

"I think we should assume he knows everything and work from there."

Bucky began to pace again, deep in thought. It was several minutes before he stoped. "I think I know where we need to go."

Steve waited for him to elaborate, but he simply walked to the front door and stepped outside. Steve quickly followed him, not wanting Bucky to go anywhere alone. "Where are we going?"

"Just get in the car. I'll drive."

Steve looked surprised, but he didn't argue. He knew better than that.

Twenty five minutes later, it became evident where they were headed. The warehouse district. Steve looked over at Bucky, but his focus was on the road ahead.

"Do you want me to call for backup?"

"No. Not until we're sure."

Five minutes later, they pulled up next to an old abandoned warehouse. A warehouse which happened to be situated right next door to one Bucky owned. From where they were parked, they could clearly see three dark Suburbans parked by a side door into the warehouse.

"Sometimes, I hate being right," Bucky muttered. "Call the guys. Meet them here."

Steve nodded and Bucky got out of the car. "Wait, where are you going?"

"Inside," Bucky responded as he shrugged his suit jacket back on.

"Are you insane? You're not going in without backup."

Bucky leveled a glare at Steve that could easily make a grown man whimper in fear. "Do not follow me until the others arrive."

"Bucky, that could be 30 minutes from now!"

"You think I don't know that? I'm not waiting 30 minutes. I can't just stand out here while that asshole is in there doing god knows what to her! I can't watch her die!" Bucky exclaimed emotionally. He took a deep breath and said in a more even tone, "And I'm sure as hell not leading you to the slaughter either."

Steve sighed, but he nodded. "Just make sure you come back alive, okay?"

Bucky smiled and walked across the dark alley to one of the more hidden entrances. Bucky may have the home court advantage, but Reynolds still had the upper hand.

**********

*Earlier*

"Charlie, where in the world are we going?" You asked.

"Patience, my dear. You'll see."

You sighed. You knew better than to ask him again. He seemed to love surprises. He'd showed up at your office with lunch from your favorite Thai place. Then he'd begged you to let him take you out to dinner again, and you just couldn't say no. He was so sweet and caring. It was quite endearing.

It wasn't until you started seeing areas of town you didn't recognize that you got concerned. "Umm, Charlie? What are we doing in the warehouse district?"

Charlie shot you a grin. "It's a surprise."

There was something about the grin that made you shudder. You tried to brush it off, but there was a nagging feeling in your mind that you couldn't erase. You started to think maybe you shouldn't ignore it...how well did you really know this man anyway? You'd only known him for a little over 24 hours. The only reason you'd let your guard down was because Carter had recommended him...only you'd never asked Carter about it. Which now you realized may have been a fatal mistake. "Stop the car," you demanded.

Charlie simply ignored you and picked up speed.

"Stop. The. Car. Now."

Charlie laughed, and it sent chills down your spine.

"I'm not kidding, Charlie. Let me out."

"That's not going to happen. You see, I have plans for tonight...and I need you for those plans. It's easier if you're a willing participant, but you certainly don't have to be. In fact, it might be more fun that way."

Your heart began to race and your blood went cold. You knew how to defend yourself, but you'd had several glasses of wine with dinner, all at Charlie's insistence of course, and you were feeling quite tipsy. Your brain felt foggy and you were struggling to figure out a way out of the mess you'd managed to get yourself into.

Charlie pulled into the parking lot of a warehouse you vaguely recognized as one of the several Bucky owned throughout the city. "Why are we here?" You couldn't quite keep the fear out of your voice and it only served to anger you.

Charlie smiled coldly. "You'll see."

The moment he turned to get himself out of the car, you flung the passenger side door open and leapt out, running towards civilization. You didn't get more than a few feet before large arms picked you up and began to carry you back towards the ominous building. You screamed, kicked, and punched as best you could, but it seemed to make no difference.

You looked up at the man who had restrained you and gulped. He was a very large man. Maybe 6'5", 280lbs of pure muscle. You weren't getting away, no matter how hard you tried. The realization brought tears to your eyes. I'm going to die tonight.

"Where do you want her, boss?" the big man asked.

"Follow me."

Charlie led the way into the building, the man carrying you and three others followed after him.

Eventually, you reached an inner room that you'd never seen before. There was plastic tarp on the walls and floors and a single chair in the middle of the room. "Please," you whimpered.

Charlie laughed again. "Oh I do like it when you beg." He gestured to the man holding you. "Sit her there and zip tie her to the chair. Make sure it's tight."

You struggled the entire way, but the big man easily maneuvered you. With some help from one of the other men, they made quick work of securing your arms and legs to the chair. The zip ties dug into your skin and the more you moved, the more painful it became...which was probably the point.

Charlie grabbed a chair from the far corner of the room and sat it directly in front of yours. He sat down on it and leaned forward to look at you closely. "Do you know why you're here, (Y/N)?"

"No."

"Hmm," he leaned back. "Well, do you know where we are?"

"Yes."

"And where would that be?"

"In a warehouse."

"Do you really wish to make this difficult?" he asked menacingly.

"Not particularly, but it certainly isn't simple."

Charlie chuckled. "You know, under different circumstances, I really do think we'd make quite a power couple."

"I think I'll stick with being alone, thanks."

He laughed. "You're no weak woman. I like that. Stubborn too."

You didn't say anything, but your eyes never left his.

Charlie sighed. "Perhaps I should reword the question. Do you know who owns this warehouse?"

"Yes."

"And that would be?"

"James Barnes," you said reluctantly.

The mention of his name seemed to anger Charlie and it made you worry that you'd said the wrong thing.

"That's correct." Charlie stood and began to pace around the room. "James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky to his friends, yes? I've learned quite a lot about this 'Bucky' in the last month or so. Quite a lot."

"Don't call him that," you snapped.

"Ohh, did I touch a nerve, sweetheart?" he asked as he caressed your cheek from behind you.

You jerked your head away from him. "Only people he cares about can call him that."

"Ahh, so only the people he loves then?" he whispered in your ear.

You didn't respond. There was no point.

"Do you know what it is Mr. Barnes does for a living, (Y/N)?"

"I'm his attorney, which I assume you already know."

"Quite right. And as his attorney, you handle his affairs?"

"Some of them, yes."

"Well are you aware what happens in this very room?"

You shook your head. "He's not obligated to tell me all of his activities."

"Perhaps not, but I'm sure he does. At least most of them, yes?"

"I think that's quite unlikely."

He laughed. "Odd, seeing as how the two of you were childhood friends."

You inhaled sharply.

"Oh yes, I know about that. I know about your little friend, Steve Rogers as well. I know quite a lot about all of you, in fact."

"Then what do you need me for? Since you already know everything."

He smiled and leaned forward, placing one hand on each of the chair arms. "I like hearing you admit to everything. Besides, I want to see how much you really know. So if you could just be honest for me, dearest, that would be so helpful." He paused. "I don't want to have to hurt you." He ran a finger across your cheek and down your neck.

You tried to pull away from him, but there was no where to go. "I don't want to help you."

"It doesn't matter what you want. You're going to help me willingly, or I'll force you to help me. The choice is entirely yours."

You glared at him, but remained silent.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the other men step forward with a small pouch in his hand. He handed it to Charlie, who took it gratefully. He laid it on the chair beside him and began to unroll it. He took out each item and examined them carefully under the light, making sure you had a good view of each one.

The first item he took out appeared to be a rasp, like the ones ferriers use to trim a horse's hoof. The second was a very sharp, very long blade. You couldn't quite make out the third, but it was small and shiny. The fourth was a pair of pliers. Each item he pulled out was clearly used for torture. You were no fool. You knew they were meant for you.

“So that’s your plan then? Torture me?”

Charlie smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll only hurt you if I have to.”

“What exactly do you want, Charlie?”

He seemed to be annoyed at your use of his first name, but he didn’t correct you. “I want Barnes.”

You gave him an odd look and waited for him to continue.

“I want to watch him squirm. I want to see him in pain. I want him to sob and beg for mercy as I take everything from him.” Charlie sighed. “And then I want to slit his throat.”

“Why exactly do you hate him so much?”

“Because he’s a murderer!” He yelled.

You were taken aback by the hostility in his voice. “And you’re not?” You asked softly.

“I am when I have to be.”

“But he’s just a monster? How is that not hypocritical?”

Charlie walked over to you, knife in hand. He leaned forward menacingly and touched the edge of the blade to your cheek. “He killed my brother, (Y/N). He deserves to die.”

This was news to you. You weren’t stupid. You knew who Bucky was…what he was. People around him had the habit of disappearing or dying under mysterious circumstances. But in your experience, none of those people had been innocents. None had been good people. “Who was your brother?”

Charlie slid the blade down, nicking your skin just enough to draw blood. “When I was 18, I decided to change my last name. Distance myself from my family and the blood on their hands. But life has a way of pulling you back in…I suppose you could say I was born for it.” He paused. “My last name was Mulligan.”

Your eyes widened and you let out a slight gasp. “Keenan,” you whispered.

“That’s right, (Y/N). I’m Keenan’s younger brother.”

“I’m sorry.”

Charlie looked surprised. “You’re what?”

“I’m sorry your brother is dead. I can’t imagine how difficult that must be for you.”

For some reason, your sympathy only made him angrier. “I don’t need your sympathy. What I need is answers!”

“I can’t give you any. I don’t know anything about his death.” It’s true. You didn’t know anything.

“Liar.” Charlie picked up the rasp and moved towards you again. “Tell me what you know.”

“I don’t know anything.”

He laid the rasp on your arm. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

He slowly ran the rasp across your arm, placing pressure on it as he went. You cried out in pain as the skin on your arm was sliced by dozens of tiny metal pieces.

“Tell me what you know.”

“I don’t know anything!” You yelled.

“Give me Barnes!” He yelled back.

You paled, realizing what he was really asking for. “It doesn’t matter what you do to me. I will never betray him. Never.”

“So be it.”

The sounds of your screams echoed through the empty building…

*Now*

When Bucky entered the warehouse, it was completely silent. Normally that might not bother him, but in this moment it was more terrifying than he could have imagined. He made his way deeper into the warehouse, knowing there were only one or two places Reynolds was likely to take you.

He was about 50 feet away from the first room when he heard your scream.

Without thinking, he drew his gun and raced into the room. It took him mere moments to assess the situation. He saw you tied to a chair in the center of the room, beaten and bloody. Reynolds was standing behind you. The moment Bucky entered the room, Reynolds put a knife to your throat.

His henchmen each pointed a gun at Bucky, making him severely out numbered and out gunned.

“Let her go,” Bucky stated.

Reynolds laughed and tightened his grip on the knife, bringing tears to your eyes as the blade bit into your skin. “Barnes! Welcome. Welcome. Make yourself at home.”

Bucky stared at Reynolds like he’d grown a second head. “I said, let her go.”

“We both know that’s not going to happen. So go ahead and put your gun down before I slit her throat.”

Bucky looked at you then. Really, truly looked at you…and felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Your face was bloody and he could already see black and blue marks developing on your skin. Your arms and legs were even bloodier and it was clear you were in a lot of pain. “(Y/N/N),” he whispered.

“I’m okay,” you murmured.

Bucky looked back up at Reynolds. “Why are you doing this? She’s an innocent.”

“Oh please, Barnes. She’s your attorney. She’s far from innocent.”

“She doesn’t deserve this.”

Reynolds shrugged. “I’ll be the judge of that. Now, please, be a good boy and drop the gun.” He emphasized his statement by digging the knife into your throat a little more, blood trickling down your neck.

“Don’t hurt her,” Bucky begged. “I’ll put it down.” He started to bend down to drop the gun, but paused when he heard you speak.

“No, Bucky. Don’t.” Your voice was barely audible. The knife against your throat making it difficult to speak. “He’ll kill you.”

Bucky sat the gun on the ground. “Better me than you.”

“No…” you whispered.

Reynolds laughed and nodded to his men, one of which picked up Bucky’s gun and forced him to his knees. “Now…where were we?”

Your eyes searched for Bucky’s and when his gaze met yours, you could see the anger in his blue eyes. But what scared you, downright terrified you, was the fear you saw. Bucky was never afraid of anything. It was a defining feature of his personality. But right now, in this moment, Bucky Barnes was afraid.

Reynolds removed the knife from your throat and you breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright Barnes. Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna ask a question, you’re gonna answer it honestly. Lie to me, I hurt her. Refuse to answer, I hurt her. Piss me off, I hurt her. Got it?”

Bucky nodded.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I understand,” Bucky said, annoyance evident in his tone.

“Wonderful. First question. Do you know who I am?”

“Charles Mulligan. Goes by Charlie Reynolds these days.”

“Very good. Someone did their homework.” He leaned forward to stage whisper in your ear conspiratorially, “I’m guessing it was Steve.”

You didn’t respond, but that didn’t deter Reynolds. “Second question. Do you know why I’m here?”

“I’m assuming it has something to do with your brother’s death.”

“Right again. Question three. Did you murder my brother?”

Bucky responded instantly and firmly, “No, I did not.”

Reynolds sighed. “Wrong answer,” he said as he stabbed a smaller blade directly into your exposed thigh, eliciting a cry of pain from you.

“Please! Don’t hurt her,” Bucky yelled, struggling against the man who held him in place. “I didn’t kill your brother.”

Reynolds looked angry. “Don’t lie to me, James. I’ll kill her without a second thought.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Then let me rephrase the question. Did you have my brother murdered?”

Bucky was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing his options. He decided the truth was the safer bet, especially with your life on the line. “Yes, I did.”

You inhaled sharply and Bucky kept his eyes from meeting yours. He didn’t want to see the disgust on your face.

“See? I told you he killed him,” Reynolds said to you.

“Technically he didn’t,” you mumbled.

“Why do you still defend him?” He yelled.

You remained silent. There was no need to voice your reasoning. Reynolds didn’t really care anyway.

“You’re pathetic,” he murmured before turning his attention back to Bucky. “You had my brother killed right here in this very room, didn’t you?”

Bucky closed his eyes. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because he was making too many mistakes. Bringing too much heat to the city. People were starting to take notice and it was bad for business.”

“You could have talked to him.”

“I did. Several times, actually. He refused to get his shit together. So I did what I had to do to protect my own.”

Reynolds didn’t look pleased with this response. “You didn’t even have the decency to do it yourself. Too good to get your hands dirty?”

“I can’t run a business like this if I don’t delegate.”

“Delegate.” Reynolds huffed loudly. “You see that’s where we differ. I like to do things myself. I’m very hands on.” He slid the longer blade across your upper arm, slicing the skin.

“I didn’t lie!” Bucky insisted.

Reynolds shrugged. “I was proving a point.”

“Look. Your issue is clearly with me. Just let her go and you can do whatever you want to me.”

“While that sounds like an enticing offer, I’m going to have to decline. You see, I hold all the cards. I don’t need to make a deal with you.” He walked forward and leaned down so his face was mere inches from Bucky’s. “You took someone I love from me and now you have to pay for it. I’m going to kill the person you love most while you watch, completely helpless.”

You barked out a loud laugh from across the room. All eyes were on you as you continued to laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you choked out between giggles. “It’s just…you picked the wrong girl.” You laughed some more. “He doesn’t love me. Not like that.”

Reynolds stared at you for a moment, contemplating your statement. He turned his attention back to Bucky. “She’s your lover, yes?”

Bucky shook his head. “Best friend, actually.”

Now it was Reynolds’ turn to laugh. “Oh is that all? I think not, Mr. Barnes. You would not lay down your life for a mere friend. Not if you are even half as ruthless as people say you are.”

You were slightly surprised by the exchange. You knew very well you were nothing more than a friend to Bucky. It had always been that way and you’d learned to be okay with it. To accept it. “Tell him, Bucky. Tell him you don’t love me like that.”

Bucky looked up at you and you were surprised to see pain in his eyes.

Reynolds leaned forward, “Now remember…don’t lie.”

Bucky looked from you to Reynolds and then back to you again. “I can’t tell him that, (Y/N).”

Reynolds grinned. “Oh excellent. This is better than a movie.” He stepped back to watch the exchange with a giddy expression on his face. He was clearly enjoying the agony both you and Bucky were in.

“Why not, Bucky?” You asked softly.

“I cannot lie.”

Those three words rocked your world. You sat there in stunned silence, letting the meaning of his statement sink in.

"Aren't you going to respond, (Y/N)?" Reynolds prodded.

You turned to glare at him. "No. Our lives, our feelings, and our pain are not for your amusement. We aren't playthings. We're real people."

Reynolds rolled his eyes. "Boring." He walked back towards you, knife pointed in your direction. "As much as I would enjoy digging into this all night, I do have a schedule to keep." He spoke as if you hadn't just completely shut him down. "I think now the question is, how should I kill you? Long, slow, and torturous, so as to prolong his pain? Or perhaps nice and quick, so I can enjoy his agony for longer?"

You leaned forward as far as you could. "It doesn't matter which one you choose. Either way, your life is over the moment I die."

Reynolds looked surprised. "How do you figure?"

"They will never stop hunting you. There is no where on this earth you can go where they won't find you. You will spend every second of your life scared and on the run, until you suddenly find yourself in a situation not so different from this one, except you'll be the one in the chair."

Reynolds laughed loudly. "Who's going to hunt me down little girl? Once you're dead, I'm going to kill him," he said gesturing to Bucky. "No one will be the wiser. The only witnesses are in this room."

You smiled coldly. "I know. The one person who would without a doubt avenge my death is Bucky. But his death?" you chuckled and shook your head. "There are hundreds of people who will avenge him. Every single person in his organization, every family member, the best hitmen money can buy...they'll all be looking for you."

For the first time that night, Reynolds looked worried. The color had drained from his face and he seemed to be troubled by your words. He cleared his throat and attempted to collect himself. "That's nonsense."

"She's right," Bucky stated. "Everyone will want you dead, but not just if you kill me. You've already done enough to her to earn you a life as a fugitive. There has always been one rule in my organization that comes before all others. Just one. 'Any act of violence towards (Y/N), whether it be verbal or physical, is an act of war against us all.' You just signed your own death sentence."

Your eyes widened and your lips parted in surprise. You'd never heard such a rule before. In fact, you had no idea that Bucky made his entire organization protect you. You thought it was just him and Steve...like it had always been. Perhaps that was naive of you.

"That's an actual rule?" Reynolds asked in shock.

"It was the first rule I ever made. And every single one of my men knows it. They will abide by it, as they always have."

"What about your life?" you asked quietly.

Bucky looked at you in surprise. "My life?"

"Yes. You're their leader. What about your life?"

Bucky shook his head. "I'm nothing without you."

Reynolds watched the exchange in silence. He was quite surprised by the depth of emotion Barnes clearly had for (Y/N). He had assumed that the infamous mafia boss was much like himself, cruel and incapable of real love. Even he had to admit it was endearing...just not enough to make him change his mind. "Enough of this sappy nonsense. I'm not afraid of anyone or anything." He looked at Bucky. "I decided you had to pay for my brother's death, so pay you will." He turned to look at you. "And I'm sorry, but you're the price he has to pay." With that, he made his way towards you and knelt down in front of you.

Bucky desperately tried to get up, to get to you, to do something, but he was quickly pinned to the ground by two of the henchmen.

You saw him struggling and tears streamed down your cheeks. You knew this was it. You were going to die. For the first time in your life, Bucky Barnes was not going to save you.

You felt the tip of the blade against your stomach and you looked down towards the man kneeling in front of you. He looked up at you and smirked slightly before sliding the knife directly into your stomach. You gasped in pain and you watched as blood began to seep from the wound. You vaguely heard the sound of Bucky yelling, but your mind was in a daze.

Reynolds stood up, leaving the knife buried in your gut. He walked over towards Bucky and knelt beside him on the ground...and just watched.

Bucky's struggling only increased and you could hear him calling your name. You slowly looked across the room, making eye contact with the man you had loved your entire life. Agony was etched into his handsome features and it broke your heart. You were the one dying, and yet somehow he was the one you felt sorry for.

"I should have told you before," you said softly.

Bucky stopped struggling so he could hear what you were saying.

"My whole life, you protected me. Maybe I sometimes resented it." you paused to take a few breaths. "You were my best friend, my confidant, my home." Another shaky inhale. "I have loved you my whole life, James. And I will love you long after I'm gone." Your breathing was much more labored now and your head began to droop. You could feel your body becoming weaker as you lost more blood.

"(Y/N/N), (Y/N/N), please. Stay with me," Bucky pleaded.

There was a sudden loud noise and you heard yelling. Your eyes were struggling to stay open and you couldn't focus on anything. You heard what sounded like gunfire, followed by more yelling. Everything was a blur and your ears were ringing.

There were hands on yours and you felt the zip ties that had been cutting into your skin break. You didn't understand what was happening, but you could hear muffled voices...were they speaking to you? "Bucky..." you muttered.

You felt your body being lifted up and then laid on something flat. You were starting to drift towards unconsciousness and your mind was unable to focus. You felt hands on your stomach and an intense pressure that you didn't understand. What is happening?

"(Y/N)? (Y/N), can you hear me?" a voice asked, breaking through the haze. I know that voice, you thought.

"Bu...ck...y," you breathed out slowly.

"It's me. I'm here. I'm right here. You're gonna be okay. Just stay with me baby. Stay with me."

Those were the last words you heard before the darkness overtook you, and then there was nothing.

**********

You woke up to the sound of rhythmic beeping. At first you thought it was your alarm clock, but then you realized it didn't sound quite right. You tried to open your eyes, but you found your eyelids to be almost too heavy to open.

You tried to shift your body, but a sharp pain in your abdomen kept you in place. Where am I?

The beeping continued, but as you started to wake up more, your brain realized what the beeping was...a heart monitor. Am I in a hospital?

Your eyelids finally cooperated and your retinas were assaulted by the suddenly bright lights. You groaned audibly as your eyes fluttered shut again.

You heard rustling beside you. "(Y/N)?" The voice was soft and familiar. So very familiar. Why is it so familiar?

You sighed and turned your head towards the voice, forcing your eyelids open again. The lights were still too bright, but this time you could see a man sitting beside your bed. He was blurry and out of focus, but you were absolutely certain you knew him.

The man leaned forward and said your name a second time. "(Y/N)?" He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.

And then you knew. "Bucky," you croaked, your voice coming out hoarse and low.

Bucky jumped up. "Let me get you some water."

He returned moments later with a small cup of water and a straw, which he helped you drink. The liquid soothed your achy throat and you smiled gratefully. "Thanks," you whispered.

"Of course, doll." He sat back down beside you. "How are you feeling?"

You shrugged slightly. "I don't know...I--how did I get here? What happened?"

Bucky's face paled. "You don't remember?"

You shook your head and tried to sit up, but that same pain in your stomach made it impossible. It was such a sharp pain that you winced and inhaled sharply.

"Hey, easy there. Don't try to move."

"It hurts," you said softly. "So sharp. Almost like--like a stabbing pain." The moment the words left your mouth, you remembered. The memories slammed into your brain, drowning you in pain. You touched your forehead and felt bandages there. You blinked rapidly to get your eyes to adjust. When everything came into focus, you saw that your arms and hands were bandaged in various places. Your hands began to shake and Bucky immediately stood up and took your hands in his.

"Hey, it's okay, doll. You're safe."

You looked up at him and tears filled your eyes. "I thought I was going to die."

Bucky's eyes were sad and you could see just how exhausted he was. "So did I."

"I'm sorry, Bucky," you whispered.

He looked surprised. "For what? You didn't do anything wrong."

You shook your head. "I let my guard down too soon. He just...he seemed so nice and I thought--" tears streamed down your cheeks.

Bucky immediately brushed them away. "None of it was your fault, doll. It's my job to protect you and I failed. So if anyone is to blame, it's me."

"You didn't do anything wrong."

Bucky laughed. "God you're stubborn."

You smiled slightly.

Bucky sat back down beside you and sighed softly.

"Buck?"

"Yeah, sweets?"

"What happened after--after I got stabbed?"

Bucky closed his eyes for a moment, pain ghosting across his features as he remembered that very moment. "Steve came to the rescue."

"Steve? By himself?"

Bucky shook his head. "Steve and pretty much every NYPD officer in all of Brooklyn."

"What?"

"Yeah, I was surprised too. Turns out, Reynolds was a bigger fish...or maybe just a good way for the NYPD to one-up the LAPD. They got him on 2 counts of attempted murder, kidnapping, and torture. Plus a couple drug and gun charges. Oh and aggravated assault of a police officer."

"Apparently I missed a lot."

"Oh yeah. Thankfully, EMS was there too, so they were able to help you right away."

"They didn't try to arrest you?"

Bucky shrugged. "For what? Getting kidnapped? Trying to save the love of my life? Almost getting killed? They didn't exactly have anything to hold me on."

While you were glad Bucky was alive, seemingly okay, and not on his way to prison, your focus shifted almost entirely to one part of his statement. "The love of your life?" you asked softly.

He blushed. "I know some of last night might be a blur to you...but you did confess your undying love for me, so..." he grinned.

You laughed. Truly laughed. For the first time since you woke up. It made your stomach ache, but you didn't care. "Don't make me laugh. It hurts," you said lightly. "I do remember saying something to that effect."

Bucky smiled and gently touched your face. "And if you recall, I confessed mine. Just perhaps, not in as many words."

"Hmm, I can't quite remember what you said. Maybe you could remind me?" you teased.

He chuckled. "I think it was something like, '(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you are the greatest thing that's ever happened to me and I can't imagine life without you. I have loved you my entire life...long before I even knew what love was. I'm going to love you every single day of my life and for the rest of eternity after that. I know I will never be worthy of your love, but I'm going to spend every single day trying to earn it."

You let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. "Bucky..." you whispered. "I don't think you said it quite like that."

He laughed heartily. "You're a dork."

You grinned. "You love it."

"I do indeed. Our banter has suddenly taken on new meaning."

You smiled and touched his hand. "I think the meaning was always there. We just pretended it wasn't."

"Touche." He leaned down and kissed your hand.

"Really? I almost died and that's all I get?"

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully. He stood up and leaned over you, placing a warm, gentle kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and you felt a warmth spread throughout your entire body.

When he broke the kiss, he whispered, "Better?"

You giggled. "Much better." You paused. "So...what's the plan?"

"Plan?" he asked in confusion.

"Ya know...us."

Understanding lit up his face. "Ahh. Well. I was thinking I would take you out to dinner."

"Dinner? Hmm."

"Yes." Bucky said warmly. "Every day for the rest of our lives."

Your face lit up. "I'd be okay if you cooked occasionally."

He laughed. "You're not allowed in my kitchen."

You smacked him affectionately. "It was one time!"

"You almost burned half the house down!"

You were both laughing like idiots when Steve walked into the room. "Glad to see you're awake and in such good spirits."

"Stevie!" you said with a smile.

He walked over to you and leaned down to give you a hug. "How you feeling, (Y/N/N)?"

"Like I got hit by a train and stabbed in the stomach, but otherwise just peachy. You?"

Steve winced.

"Hey," you said softly. "I'm okay. Really."

He offered you a small smile. "I knew you would be. You're tougher than all of us put together."

"That's true," Bucky agreed.

"You're both full of it," you said with a smile. "But I'm glad to see you're okay too, Steve."

"I'm resilient."

"They say that about cockroaches too," you teased.

"Damn, girl. I'm gonna blame that on the plethora of drugs you're on."

You grinned. "Nah, that was 100% me."

Steve smiled and Bucky chuckled.

You looked between the two men and sighed, grabbing each of their hands. "Thank you," you said sincerely.

"You never have to thank us. It's just what we do," Steve said.

"Speaking of," you began. "Steve, what's Bucky's number one rule?"

"You mean for life or for the organization?"

"The organization."

"Oh, this is really not important," Bucky began, but a look from you silenced him instantly.

Steve looked back and forth between you two and finally answered when Bucky shrugged and put his hands in the air. "It's a simple rule and it's been that way pretty much our whole lives. When we were kids it was 'you mess with (Y/N), you deal with us.' When we grew up and things changed, the rule grew up too. 'Any act of violence towards (Y/N), whether it be verbal or physical, is an act of war against us all.'"

You looked at Bucky. "You weren't making that up."

Bucky shook his head. "You've always been my number one priority."

You smiled, a soft blush creeping into your cheeks. "Is this written down in some kind of handbook?"

The two men laughed. "Yes, we have a 'rules for the mafia' handbook," Bucky joked.

"I knew it." You grinned.

Bucky just shook his head and smiled at you. "I love you, you weirdo."

"I love you too," you said softly.

Steve looked at you, then at Bucky, then back at you again. "I guess I missed a lot."

Bucky shrugged. "I've spent far too long hiding my feelings. Life's too short."

You squeezed Bucky's hand. "There's no one I'd rather spend it with."

"Fucking, finally!" Steve said proudly.

The three of you laughed. You couldn't have imagined being this happy, especially given the events of the last 24 hours, but here you were...alive and with the man you loved. Perhaps life really does find a way after all.

[earlgreydream]

mission.

| stucky x reader | fluff | smut |

oh no, there’s only one bed trope

“James!” You screamed, your voice getting carried off in the wind. You kicked backwards, knocking free from the grip of a Hydra agent. You ducked as a bullet whizzed past your head, slicing through the skull of your enemy.

A hand wrapped around your arm and dragged you forward, forcing you to break into a run. Blinded by the storm, your lost your footing in the slick mud. If it wasn’t for Steve’s grip on you, you would’ve fell face first into the ground.

“Be careful!” The shout was stressed, impatient.

You swore and ran through the field after the soldiers, nearly tripping over the uneven ground. Your muscles were burning along with your lungs, and the rain was so thick you couldn’t see.

“We can’t drive in this!”

“We don’t have another option!” Steve shouted back, his grip on you tightening as he helped you onward.

The mission had gone to absolute shit before it even started. Stark sent you, Steve, and Bucky to hunt down a Hydra agent, which you’d just taken out in the field. However, he’d gotten wind of your arrival, prepared with an elite security team you had to get through. They had nearly succeeded in killing Bucky, throwing the three of you off from the beginning.

The storm had made everything nearly impossible, and it wrecked any chance of you getting home soon. No plane, not even one designed by Stark, could fly you overseas when you couldn’t see two feet ahead of you.

You couldn’t see Bucky, or Steve really, only knowing he was there by the hand on your arm. You trusted Bucky was nearby, making his way back to the car with you to try to get out of the middle of nowhere.

You were exhausted, hardly able to stand, let alone run through the storm, covered in heavy mud and gear. You finally made it to the car, your shaking hands coming into contact with cold steel.

The three of you managed to get inside the vehicle, though it didn’t feel like it was going to do any good. You were soaked from the rain and covered in mud and blood, and you were shivering from the icy temperature.

Bucky turned the key in the ignition, deciding that you needed to drive to shelter, even if he couldn’t see the road ahead.

“Fuck! Bucky!” You yelled as cold air blew directly on you from the AC, making you feel like you were going to freeze death.

“I’m fucking taking care of it, Y/N!” Bucky snapped back, raising his voice at you.

“Hey, that’s enough, Buck.” Steve interjected, despite being on edge himself. Bucky turned off the air, pulling out into the road and blindly inching back toward the small eastern-European town.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said through clenched teeth, and you shook your head.

“It’s fine, we’re all just exhausted.”

You didn’t even realize you were clung to Steve until Bucky parked, somehow managing to get you three to a motel, alive. You muttered an apology, grabbing your backpack off the floor and running into the front office.

The desk manager eyed the three of you warily, and you sagged against the wall, struggling to stay upright. The floor felt like it was rocking under you, and you grabbed Steve’s arm to try to steady yourself. You were so cold, you felt like you were about to freeze to death.

Bucky started speaking to the main in fluent Russian, the conversation growing sharper and more annoyed as they argued. You didn’t understand what the problem was, and you started to cry, overly exhausted, dirty, and weak.

“Stevie,” Bucky whined at Steve to take care of you while he continued to deal with the manager.

“Y/N, take deep breaths,” Steve hugged your shivering body to his, and Bucky gestured at you and shouted at the manager.

He flashed his gun before he was finally given a room key, and he threw the door open, motioning the two of you to follow. Steve carried your backpack for you, gently pushing you after Bucky and praying you didn’t collapse.

Bucky unlocked a room, pushing you inside ahead of him, and you stared at the one bed. You were too tired to truly care, lethargy threatening to drag you under.

“It was all they had. He’d barely give me this last room.” Bucky’s tone was apologetic, albeit frustrated.

“It’s fine, one thing at a time,” Steve sighed, and you dropped to the floor, working your boots off.

“I need a minute, you can shower first,” you said hoarsely, and the boys nodded, Bucky tenderly touching your head as he walked to the small bathroom, tearing off his ruined clothes. He was quick, and Steve was in and out right after, both of them clean in under fifteen minutes. You sat on the floor, trying to catch your breath and drink the water bottle that Bucky had forced into your hand.

“Can you stand for a shower?” Bucky asked you, and you nodded, taking his hand as he helped you off the floor. You grabbed your one change of dry clothes from your backpack and set them on the sink.

“Don’t lock it please, Y/N,” Steve called, worried you would collapse.

“M’not!”

You stripped out of your ruined uniform, discarding it with the boys’. You stepped under the hot water, a moan escaping you as you finally got some relief from the freeze deep in your bones. You washed the mud off of your body and out of your hair, nearly crying from the relief of the hot water.

“Oh my god, fuck!” You shrieked when your clothes fell off the counter and onto the wet floor, the drain not doing much good.

“Y/N?!” Bucky’s concerned voice came as he cracked the door open.

“I’m fine, I...” you started crying again, feeling defeated and worn out.

“Doll, what happened...” Bucky’s voice was soft, the rare term of endearment making you cry harder.

“I dropped my clothes!” You shut off the water and peered around the dingy curtain. You grabbed a dry towel from his hand, staying behind the curtain as you dried off, the steam keeping you warm.

“Just leave your clothes. You can have Steve’s sweater. That’s all we’ve got, but it’ll be big, so...”

You were wrapped in the towel as you took the fluffy white sweater from Bucky, pulling it over your head once you were given some privacy.

It fell almost to your knees, the sleeves covering your hands. You wished you had something to put on under it, but this was the best you could do right now. You squeezed the moisture out of your hair before joining the boys in the small motel room.

“You okay?” Steve asked, and you nodded, thanking him for the sweater. They had only managed to raid a vending machine outside, and you were handed a package of crisps and another bottle of water. The television in the corner was playing some Russian telenovela quietly, the scratch of the fuzzy connection interrupting it.

You sat on the edge of the bed, eating the crisps and wishing you had some real food to satiate your stomach ache. You pulled an extra band from Bucky’s wrist, tying your damp hair up on top of your head, getting it off your neck.

Your two best friends wouldn’t let you lay down until you’d finished the second bottle of water, paranoid of your possible dehydration. You ignored their anxious nurturing, getting under the covers as soon as you’d finished it.

You had never felt so exhausted in your life, and your eyelids were heavy as they fell closed. The two super soldiers laid down on either side of you, surrounding you with warmth. They were like two individual heaters, pressed against your back and front in the small bed. 

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but it was pitch-black when you woke up. You stirred, your eyes still heavy with sleep. The storm was loud outside, covering the soft breathing of the soldiers.

You felt metal between your thighs, Bucky’s hand gently rubbing your inner thigh.

“James?” You murmured, stirring.

“Mm?” He was barely awake. Steve’s arm tightened around your waist, holding you closer. You rubbed your eyes, snuggling deeper into Steve’s soft sweater.

Your mind was thick with sleepiness, and you were still stuck in a half-dream state. It was warm, dark, and heady, surrounding you in a settled calmness.

You felt Bucky’s fingers trail higher, finding you bare after the clothing mishap. You didn’t register what was happening at first until you felt him sliding along your skin, finding your bundle of nerves. You whimpered softly, your mind melting and your legs parting even though you didn’t know what was happening.

“James, what are you doing?” you whispered breathlessly.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you, doll. You’re just too irresistible,” Bucky murmured into your chest, curling up closer into you. His lips ghosted over your neck, hot kisses dotting along your skin. Your body ignited with the touch, and you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

“Wanna feel you,” Steve’s sleepy voice hummed through your hair, his hand moving up your sweater up to your chest. A noise escaped you as you felt Steve slowly begin to grind against your backside, hardening against your soft skin. You realized they were naked too, and you began dripping on Bucky’s fingers.

“Sweet girl, does that feel good?” he smiled against your throat, marking you up with hickeys. 

You nodded, tipping your head down to kiss him. It was a bit hesitant at first, but you couldn’t keep yourself from melting into Bucky. Your lips molded together, his gentle movements easing any doubt in your mind. Steve squeezed your breasts, teasing your nipples and making you sigh against Bucky. He slid his tongue past your lips, the warm muscle exploring your mouth. Metal fingers pressed slowly inside of you without resistance, stretching you out and rubbing your velvety skin.

Your soft sighs and moans filled the motel room, and you reached behind you to pull Steve into a searing kiss. Bucky pulled your leg over his, giving them better access. You whined a complaint when Bucky pulled his fingers from your heat, causing the boys to laugh softly.

“I’m just going to get you ready for Steve, doll. Is that alright?” Bucky’s silver eyes locked with yours, searching for any hesitation.

“Yes, but... go slow?” you whispered shyly.

“We’ll be gentle, sweetheart,” Steve promised, and you leaned your head back against his shoulder. You trusted the men, knowing they’d never hurt you, not purposely. Steve’s hand smoothed over your side, kissing the skin of your shoulder that peeked out above the neckline of his sweater. 

Bucky’s slick fingertip traced around the tight ring of muscle before carefully easing it in. Your fingers snaked into Steve’s hair, tugging lightly as Bucky worked to loosen you up. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Bucky asked when your face squeezed up as he added a third finger.

“No, it just feels... strange,” you squirmed between the boys. Steve dropped his hand between your legs to distract you from the discomfort Bucky was causing. You slowly relaxed around him, smiling into Bucky’s gentle kisses. You adjusted your leg over his hips, pulling the soldier closer and smoothing your hands over his chest. 

You were restless, anxious for them to be inside of you. Your quiet begs sent shudders of anticipation through the boys, giving in without hesitation.

“I’m going to slide in first, it’ll go easier,” Bucky waited for your permission and you agreed, tugging on his long dark hair. He loved it, a deep growl coming from his throat as you pulled on the locks. Your giggles abruptly cut off as Bucky wrapped an arm around your hips, pulling you close as he sank inside of you. He mumbled profanities in Russian, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warmth surrounding his cock. Your leg draped over him allowed him to get a deep angle, feeling like he was splitting you open in the best way. He was bigger than anyone in the past, and you swore to yourself you could never go back after this.

“You’re fucking huge, James,” you whined into his ear, gasping as your words caused him to thrust against you, the friction sending electricity to your nerves. Steve laughed at that, waiting for Bucky to still before rubbing his leaking head against your other entrance. 

“Just breathe, okay?” Steve could see the nervousness in your eyes, even in the dark. You hid your face in Bucky’s chest as Steve pushed inside of you, squeezing your ass in his large hands. Bucky felt the friction against him, and he struggled not to thrust into you. 

The foreign fullness had your thoughts disconnecting, your body being overwhelmed with arousal. Your loud moans filled the silence, and you squeezed around them as Steve’s hips met yours. 

They only gave you a moment to adjust before both soldiers started moving, thrusting in and out of you, making you scream with mind-numbing pleasure. Bucky’s movements became more forceful, pulling sounds from the three of you. You couldn’t think or move, your only ability was to take it, soaking it up and igniting your body. You throbbed around them, throwing your head back against Steve. 

“You feel so good, sweetheart, you’re so tight and warm around us,” he praised, kissing your cheekbone. Your mouth opened with a choked moan, and he connected your lips, moving his tongue against yours. Bucky swore, even more turned on by the sight of his two lovers making out.

He lifted your knee higher, thrusting impossibly deeper. The pressure that had been building snapped, and you screamed as your orgasm hit you like a train. 

“Fuck, I’m so close, doll,” Bucky knew he couldn’t last long as you tightened around him like a vice. 

“Come inside of me, please, I want-” you didn’t finish your sentence as he came, throbbing inside of you as he filled you with hot ropes of release. You were reduced to mindless, incoherent begs, pleading for Steve to do the same. His strong arms held you still against him, keeping you from writhing as he came deep inside of you. Bucky swallowed your screams, and you sank weakly against them as you came down from the high that had all of you wrecked. 

You woke up slightly dazed from the post-sex sleep, exhausted from the mission and getting fucked by the two super-soldiers. You opened your arms with a sleepy whimper, making the boys laugh softly. Bucky pulled you into a hug, letting you drape your arms around his neck and cling to him. 

“How’re you feeling, doll?”

“Like I’ve had the life fucked out of me,” your voice was soft and amused, making them smile tenderly at you.

“In a good way?”

“In the best way,” you assured Steve.

“I want all of our missions to end like that.”

Bucky grinned cheekily, kissing your head and making you giggle. 

“The storm’s let up. I’m sorry, but we’ve got to get you out of bed,” Steve peeled the blankets off, making you cling tighter to Bucky in protest. 

“Your clothes are dry. C’mon, up, now.” Steve slapped your ass, and you slowly let go of Bucky.

“Help me, my legs are weak,” you held Steve’s hands as he assisted you in climbing off the bed.

“We break you?” Bucky teased, and you shook your head. You kissed Steve lightly before getting dressed, opting to leave his sweater on. 

Within an hour, you were on your way back to Stark tower, curled up on the private plane, your head in Bucky’s lap as he stroked his fingers through your hair. 

“So, everything went as planned on the mission?” Stark asked, debriefing with the three of you. You fought back a laugh, and Steve placed a hand on your back.

“Everything went great, Stark. We assassinated the target, and we all made it back alive,” Bucky confirmed.

As the three of you were walking out the door, Stark’s voice made you turn.

“Don’t think I’m stupid, I can tell what the three of you are up to!”

You squealed, running out the door with the super soldiers, away from Tony’s amused judgement. 

[ameliora-j]

twin flame iv // gw x reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: smut (finally), fingering, size kink, tummy bulge, light degradation, creampie (all acts are consensual!)

an: this is seriously so short i apologize. but alas it is here :) one more part after this and twin flame will be finished ahhh

part one | part two | part three

you and george had been sitting on the floor of your old treehouse for nearly an hour now. the silence consumed you as you stared into his brown eyes and he stared right back into your own yec one’s. no one spoke a word. no one moved an inch. the silence was all-consuming. deafening.

“yn?” he finally breathed in a whisper.

“hi georgie…” you murmured nervously.

“what are you doing here?” he asked.

“i came to get you,” you shrugged one shoulder. “fred told me you weren’t in contact with anyone and i knew where you’d be. so i came. be… because i wanna talk to you,” you told him.

george nodded and you slowly shuffled forward on your knees. “george i’m sorry. for a lot of things actually, but to sum it up, i’m sorry for not being open about my feelings for you. i was too scared to tell you that i’m in love with you because… i-i didn’t wanna ruin us. what we have is so so good. and i wouldn’t trade it for the world georgie. you mean absolutely everything to me. and if i lost you then i’d lose myself. but i guess i just didn’t realize that by not telling you… then in the long run, i was losing you anyway,” you told him. george bit his lip and you shuffled even closer.

“i wish you would’ve just ruined it,” he told you. “because fuck, yn. i’m so in love with you that it’s absolutely unbelievable. you consume me. you live in my head rent free. you’re everything and more to me. i’m so fucking in love with you that i’m at a loss for words. you wouldn’t believe the things you do to me. i want you to make you mine forever,” he told you.

“i want to be your’s forever georgie,” by now your knees were touching with as you both continuously inched towards each other. your lips were a hair’s breadth away from his. you could feel his breath fanning over your face. george was the first to break, lurching forward and finally connecting your lips.

passion burned and fireworks exploded as you moaned into his mouth, allowing him to shove his tongue into your mouth and go on an adventure. your hands roamed from his sunset orange locks down to his broad shoulders and finally to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling around with them. he pulled away as you got to the last button. “been waiting so long to do that,” he murmured as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he pulled your’s over your head.

“do it again,” you whispered breathlessly. he didn’t waste a second, gripping you by your bottom and pulling you on top of his lap as you began to heavily make out again. your hands roamed his broad chest and accentuated abdomen before finally tangling in his hair as his hands found home on your ass, kneading and squeezing. “want you georgie,” you whimpered as he moved to press open mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving hickies in his wake.

“you can have me, butterfly,” the nickname made you outright moan as you ground yourself down against his hardening member. he fumbled around with the button of your jeans before unbuttoning and unzipping them, dipping his hand into your panties. you moaned as he ran two fingers through your slit and you bucked into his hand.

his kisses moved to your covered chest as he dipped two fingers into your heat, curling them and instantly finding your gspot. “more,” you moaned.

“take it off,” he motioned towards your bra and you quickly obeyed, reaching behind you and unclipping it. immediately, his lips attached to your nipple as his thumb came up to toy at your clit. you whimpered again and he chuckled as he gently teased your nipple with his teeth.

“wanna cum georgie,” you whimpered.

“go ahead, butterfly. not stoppin’ you,” he muttered as he pulled off your right nipple before turning and giving the left the same attention. one drag of his teeth over the sensitive bud and you were done for, making a mess of your pants as your cum gushed out onto george’s hand. he fucked you through it before pulling his hand out and sucking his fingers clean. “fuckin heaven,” he moaned as he pulled them out with a pop. “better than i ever imagined.”

“wanna suck your cock georgie please,” you whimpered.

“next time princess,” you couldn’t hide the smile at hearing there’d be a next time. “need to feel your sweet little cunt wrapped around me. take the rest off,” you nodded, quickly ridding yourself of your jeans and panties as george did the same. he gently laid you on the makeshift bed he’d set up, climbing on top of you and positioning himself at your entrance. “ready butterfly?” he asked.

“give it t’me george,” you murmured, wiggling your hips for emphasis. he slowly pushed into you, and you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning at the stretch. you reached your arms up and squeezed his biceps tightly as he bottomed out. “need a second. s’big,” you murmured softly.

“take your time butterfly,” he whispered as he leant down and placed gentle kisses on any and all inches of skin he could find.

you nodded finally after a few seconds of preparation. “okay… okay go,” you told him. george slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, effectively hitting your gspot. “there,” you moaned. he smirked slightly as he slowly fucked into you. “fuck georgie it’s so big,” you moaned.

“yeah butterfly?” he mocked slightly. he ran his hand down your left leg before lifting it, placing it over his hip for a better angle. your back arched into him and you bit your lip. “fuck baby, so little. see myself in y’little tummy,” he marveled as he pushed down on the imprint of his cock in your lower abdomen.

“want more georgie. more please,” you begged.

“greedy little thing,” he hummed as his hand made contact with your clit, rubbing in tandem with his slow, rough thrusts. “love you so much butterfly,” he murmured into your neck.

“love you too georgie,” you moaned softly as your eyes rolled back into your head. “wanna cum please,” you whimpered.

“look at me when you cum butterfly. cum with my,” you nodded rapidly, opening your eyes as he pressed his forehead against your’s. “cum butterfly, now.” with his explicit permission, you let go. moaning out his name loudly as you slipped over the edge, cumming on his cock as he bottomed out, and pumped you full of his cum.

he stayed inside of you as you both came down. it was a few minutes before he slowly pulled out. you hissed slightly at the burn as you felt his warm cum dripping from your overworked hole. he fell on the pile of blankets next to you as he pulled you into his chest. you rested your head against his pectoral as you played with the chain around his neck. after a few minutes of silence, you began giggling. “what’s so funny over there, butterfly?” george asked with a smile.

“we just fucked in the treehouse our dad’s built for us when we were kids,” you giggled. he began to laugh with you as he kissed your head.

“you’re more than just a good fuck, butterfly. you’re the love of my life,” he told you.

“your twin flame,” you smiled as you kissed his jaw.

“my twin flame indeed,” he smiled down at you.

~~

two weeks had passed since you and george’s endeavor in your childhood treehouse, and you were now both back in the apartment above the shop. you had even gotten your job back as cashier and manager. you were in george’s room, readying yourself for the day. you brushed through your hair and buttoned up your shirt, tucking it into your skirt before walking downstairs. “morning yn!” fred greeted.

“morning freddie,” you smiled as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

george snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. “morning butterfly,” he smiled as he kissed your cheek.

“morning georgie,” you giggled.

fred mocked a gagging noise. “you guys are even more insufferable now than you were when you were arguing,” he joked with a playful eyeroll.

“oh you love us, freddie,” you teased with a smile.

“loving you less and less the more i hear your noises. the walls are thin!” he called as he made his way downstairs to the shop.

“so… date tonight?” george asked. “after work. we’ll leave early,” he told you.

“and leave freddie all alone?” you asked with a small pout.

“oh he’s got angelina butterfly. he’ll be perfectly fine,” george waved you off.

“okay fine, date tonight then mr. weasley. don’t be late,” you winked over the brim of your coffee mug.

everything was perfect. back in place. back how it should be. you were back at the shop, living with fred and george. you called the younger twin your boyfriend, and you were happy.

the cosmos were aligned. and the universe was on your side. in the end, love won. the universe decided to pour gasoline onto your twin flame. she expanded it and it was now exploding and bringing upon a future for you and george that was even brighter than your flame.

and you couldn’t wait for that future to begin. it sure as hell was bright.

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[ashestospace-fics]

Hi! Can I please request hcs of the obey me brothers as submissive with a Dom Mc?

A/n: damn this is so messy 🥴☠️💦💦 pls excuse me-

Warning: E/smut

Reader: Male

MasterList

Tags: whips, toys, Master/kink, edging, pet play, breeding kink. Blowjobs, chocking, daddy kink 

Lucifer

He thought he was gonna Dom you the first time you guys got down together, oh how wrong he was. You practically flip a switch inside of him and he was left flabbergasted when you two were done together.

A part of him was overly embarrassed that his voice could go that high and react the way he did.

But never the less, he just ends up loving being submissive for you.

A brat, there's no doubt he will be one, he just wants you to put him in his place and make him think about your dick only when you're done with him.

There's just something about you getting so serious and holding him still, neglecting his attempt to get you inside of him that just makes his whole body shake. It has his body shivering when you pull out the whips or cuffs to discipline him. He just has to learn his place.

But he does like being your good boy, in the end, praise him and call him a "good boy" or say "you're taking me so well baby," that just has his eyes rolling when he's just so close to cumming. Stroke his pride or ego a bit and his puddy in his hands.

Mammon

Submissive as fuck, he loves being your good boy. You don't even have to touch him for him to be dripping wet.

As soon as you call him "good boy" or give him any sort of praise for acting well throughout the day, he already has his knees bucking waiting for his reward.

Gets overwhelmed easily, even if you're telling him that's he is doing great on taking you, it just makes him even more aroused.

Even if your get rough on him, he is always thanking you for it. He just wants you to feel him up completely.

Would try to act up at first but is easy to quiet him down with a single hand around his neck or any part of his body. Edging him with a wand until he blabbering that he learn his lesson is enough to get him to drop it quickly.

A big whiner, while sucking you up or when you're stretching him out, just can't control himself.

Leviathan

The most obedient but has zero patience, he craves your touch so much that it's insane. So training him with either butt plugs or vibrators came quickly into place for him to learn how to wait.

Always asking for permission if he can touch himself or stretch himself out when you're away. Using the toys you bought for him of course.

Degrade him and praise him at the same time and he confusedly aroused cause he just doesn't know if he should feel embarrassed or not.

Crumbles under your touch so easily, it's embarrassing how wet he gets just by a little foreplay or orders.

"how gross, you ruin this set already? I haven't even touched you" it has him whining and whimpering.

Stuttering and whimpering mess when you ask him what he wants.

Satan

Very obedient, he loves it when you take full control of him and make him forget everything.

Calls you Master/sir, being called "pet" or "kitten" the first time had him flustered up and hard. The idea of being it just had him on his knees asking to please you so quickly.

Tell him to be good and he'll get to wear his favorite leach or tail. Getting him those cat butt plugs had him desperate the first few times.

Milking you is one of his favorite treats but you telling him if he does good you'll breed him and filled up just makes him the most submissive when you play with insides.

Asmodeus

Sneaky brat will cause trouble so you can either fuck him silly or get punished. Either outcome is fun for him either way.

"oh I'm sorry Daddy I won't do it again" lies, you both know it, but it's fun this way.

Get him all overstimulated as you keep fucking him orgasm after orgasm. That just has his eyes rolling feeling you deep inside.

Will not give you a break, is sneaky for many reasons, as in sending you pictures or videos of him playing with himself. "My cunt is all wet and empty when are you coming home?" 

He loves it when your roughy but when your sweet and gentle at times is when he gets overly submissive at the contrast. Slow and loving? Telling him how much you adore him? It has him whimpering at every single word and touch.

Beelzebub

Lives to serve, Does his best to make you feel good and just wants to taste you 24/7.

Run your hands through his hair and tell him how great he's doing and he gets more into it. Low rumbles coming from his throat as he drools all over you, his very messy. "Am I doing go-good?"

Focus on making you feel good mainly and listening to you then getting off.

But it's very common for Beel to cum untouched just by just sucking you off. He just cants help himself, the smell of you and the taste just get that poor baby dizzy.

There's a mix of roughness and gentleness that drives him insane. Let it be you covering his body with bite marks and just pounding into him like there's no tomorrow to changing it up to thrusting into him slowly while covering his face with kisses as you hold his face.

Edging him when your hands it's pure torture for him, but loves the aftershocks of how hard he cums.

Belphegor

Does it even surprise you that he's bratty? He refuses to listen to you just to spite you and get you to come to his room or the attic. He mostly does it to get your attention all for himself.

Does the absolute most when you leave, he just enjoys you punishing him too much for his own good. Fucking him stupid until his whole body is shaking and jolting. That's enough for his brain to go swimming.

Let it be a mess of your room, humping your pillows, making sure his arousal covers everywhere. Taking your clothes and underwear and calling at the wrong moments just to moan in the call about what's he's doing.

Will try to play innocent. "Why's daddy so mad? I been in my room all day like a good boy" the sly smirk on his face is enough to tic you off easily.

Spank him, pinch his nipples and just do more foreplay until he starts begging, he'll be dripping shamelessly on your lap saying sorry and that he'll be good. crumbling down to a whiny desperate mess. 

[hawnks]

taking care

izuku midoriya x reader

r18 (mdni)

word count: 1,700

sometimes his work takes izuku away for long periods of time. but he’s more than willing (eager, hungry) to make it up to you when he’s home

[pro-hero deku, dom/sub undertones, “good girl”, overstim, smut & fluff, possessive and loving <3]

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Izuku dotes on you. It honestly gets ridiculous sometimes. He’s so willing to do anything to make your life easier, insisting on grabbing whatever you need from the other room so you don’t have to get up, opening doors, jars, coats, making sure everything you want is stocked in his apartment. He learned how to style hair so he could take care of it for you on the mornings after he fucked you silly wore you out. Once when you were out walking together he noticed your shoelace came untied and dropped to his haunches to redo it for you. The paparazzi had a field day with that one.

You’ve been teased to no end for your boyfriend’s absolute devotion. Not to the extent he has, of course (“Fucking whipped” Katsuki sneers. Izuku can only shrug, pay him a blithe smile in answer). Some may accuse you of being willfully co-dependent, but over the course of your relationship you’ve learned that the best way to make up for those days his job keeps him away is to indulge. Frequently, and deeply. 

Izuku loves to take care of you. You love to be taken care of. Easy. Simple.

Easy and simple to wriggle closer to him in your shared bed, leg flexing gently between his. Easy and simple to press more and more of your weight into him until he wakes with a soft sigh.

Normally you’d feel bad about taking any sleep from him —- lord knows he needs it. But tomorrow is his day off, a full 24 hours where the two of you can laze around and do absolutely nothing. And your boyfriend doesn’t seem upset, meeting you halfway, pulling you on top of him with a gentle squeeze around your waist.

He noses at your temple. “Can’t sleep?”

The genuine concern in his voice is endearing. You sink further into his hold, smiling as he lets out a soft hum in return.

His fingers tease the hemline of your sleep shirt, his nails dragging gently against your skin. He murmurs, “What’s the matter, honey?”

If the hour was earlier, or if you were any less touch starved, you might have approached this differently. Basked in his concern. But all you can think about is the hands petting you so carefully, the firm thighs splitting your own. You snake a hand down, palm brushing his belly, right where you know that little line of hair leading to his groin begins.

He jolts. You would have slipped off him entirely if his grip hadn’t gone steely. His voice is a little deeper, a little less gentle when he says, “Oh?”

It’s been too long for him too, evidenced by the way he’s already starting to tent his pants. You nuzzle against his collar bone, hand creeping toward his burgeoning cock. You whisper, “Yeah.”

Still, his touch is tender when he raises a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “What do you need, baby?”

You turn your head, kiss the thumb that’s drawing slowly away. “Make me cum, Izuku.”

When you finally start to palm him, he just lays there for a minute, letting you explore. His hands tense on you intermittently, his breath hitching whenever you squeeze. Finally he tilts his body, letting you slide off with a hand on your back guiding you down, at the same time he slinks down your body.

Izuku has an almost cat-like grace to the way he moves, a fluidity earned through years of training. It had taken him a while to grow into his body, to understand the mechanics of it, but he knows exactly what he’s capable. Exactly how to use himself.

You barely register him slipping off your panties, raising a leg to prop on his shoulder. He presses a line of kisses to the crease of your thigh, sighing. 

“Missed you,” he says.

You card a hand through his hair, scratch lightly at his scalp. “Missed you more.”

His kisses get bigger, wetter, as they trail toward your core. You buck when he finally gets to your pussy, sucking ever so slightly. You’re impatient, but it doesn’t matter. Izuku is mouthing at your clit, lips nibbling, and even that is enough to pull you into a small orgasm.

He doesn’t stop as you writhe, building up as you ride it out so you don’t even know when his touch got so firm, when his tongue started laving at your opening in smooth, slick glides. You twist, and his grip tightens. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you still. Enough to keep you steady for him to take what he wants. 

“More?” he says, but it’s muffled by your skin—-he doesn’t give you a chance to answer.

Your second peak comes quick, just as the first is beginning to taper off and you can feel the full breadth of sensations returning. You’re so wet that it’s dripping onto the sheets, and Izuku isn’t helping as he gets sloppy now, mouth covering as much area as possible, soft and moist and warm. You’re almost frantic with the sensation, hips continually bucking against his hold, but Izuku still takes his time, licking up all he can, moaning anytime you squeeze around his tongue. All eager and hungry, all covetous.

You cum again, a whole body clench that makes you arch over his head, your legs squeezing his temples. The licks grow kittenish and gentle, easing you down. His fingers replace his mouth, a slow glide, hardly any pressure at all as he draws back, wipes his mouth off with his free wrist.

He just looks at you for a moment, gaze heavy on your face, your parted lips, your drawn brow. He looks at your heaving chest, your belly as it continues to tremble slightly. He lets out a soft sigh. He bites his lip. You can’t see him as well in the dark, but you know he must be blushing. You know his pupils are blown wide.

He kisses your navel, the underside of each breast. The hollow of your throat and the apple of each cheek.

 “Good girl,” he says. He sounds like he’s just now waking up, deep and gravely. “Give me some more.”

He drops his head to nuzzle against your cheek as he lines up his cock. He nudges at your core a few times, just barely entering you before pulling out. You let out a long whine, but he doesn’t stop. Teasing and teasing you, his fingers still toying with your clit.

“ ‘Zuku,” you slur. You try to raise up to meet him, and he lets you, splitting yourself open an inch or two. But when your strength gives out again you’re back where you started.

You claw him, a little, so impatient and overwhelmed it’s pushing you toward hysteria. He sighs again in response, throwing his head back, eyes closed.

Finally he sinks in, pushing to the hilt in one steady thrust.

He gives you a second to adjust, but doesn’t stay still, hips rolling ever so slightly, the barest hint of a thrust.

Your hands find his hair, shorter now than it’s ever been, just enough to pull on. And you do, a soft pressure, just this side of painful. “Okay, Izuku,” you whisper.

The shift is immediate, the thrusts growing deeper, firmer. You feel them in your belly, a hot rush each time he’s all the way inside you. So full, so right.

Your next climax sneaks up on you. His fingers never stopped stroking your clit, and that combined with the steady weight of his cock is enough to bring you over.

Izuku watches you as you fall apart, face just inches away from yours, taking in every facet of your expression. You can feel his warm breath on the bridge of your nose, can hear the shallow huff of his breath.

His touch gets heavier, possessive. He grabs you by the shoulder, the hip, anywhere he can sink his fingers in, like he might lose you if he lets go. He alternates burying his face against your throat and pulling back to take in your fucked out expression.

You’re almost numb with the pleasure now. It’s hovering somewhere between pain and ecstasy, and you’re a breath away from tapping out when Izuku leans in, nibbles at the shell of your ear.

“One more,” he says. “Please. Baby.”

And you give it to him, as his touch on your clit turns to a pinch and he groans in your ear, his own peak hitting him.

All of your limbs tense, the pleasure-pain falling over you like a wave. So full. So right.

Your boyfriend is heavy on top of you when you come back to yourself. He’s petting your arms, cooing sweet nonsense words, pet names, praises.

He thanked you, after his first time finishing with you, the first ever night you spent in this bed. That was a little bit awkward, but sometimes you get the sense he wants to do it again, the gentle reverence in his voice, the way he touches you, greedy and exultant all at once.

When he rolls off, he brings you with him. Clingy, adjusting you so as much of your bare skin is against him as possible. Settled, he lets the two of you bask for a bit. In a few minutes he’ll insist on getting up to grab something to wipe you off with, maybe a change of sheets to replace the ones that are ruined beneath you. For now he plays with the hair at your nape, he strokes his knee up and down your inner thigh.

“Good?” he murmurs. Already smiling, because he knows the answer.

“Good,” you return.

[gingersnaaps]

untouchable

keishin just can't stand the thought of anyone else being your first.

wc: ~2.5k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): noncon, explicit n*fw, alcohol, corruption of innocence, virgin!reader, mild misogyny, possessive ukai, masturbation, fingering, teasing, friends to lovers but fucked up, fem!reader with inner genitals

a/n: written for @seita and their collab! also i probably fucked up the characterization but oh well

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To Keishin, you’ve always been untouchable.

He’d grown up alongside you - seen you go from your pretty pigtails to your grown-up bob, watched you turn from a schoolgirl into a woman. And through all those years, he’d always thought you were beautiful in the way that spring flowers are, all soft and sweet and dewy, your expression dripping innocence.

You’re pure. Unblemished. Perfect.

But that doesn’t mean he’s never admired from afar.

He almost hates it, these urges he gets. Keishin sees your stupid Instagram posts, your Facebook updates - in fact, he’s practically inundated with photos of you. He can’t escape the pictures of you in your summer skirts, grinning cheekily and holding up a peace sign, or the ones of you in your sundresses, the fabric lightweight and loose, cascading over your body in ripples.

And sometimes, after spending a few hours with you in person - maybe at a concert, maybe just catching up with you as friends - these urges he gets are too much for him to control, too much for just a cold shower to tamp down. He’ll lay his head back against his pillow, groaning in relief as he palms him cock, guilt gnawing him raw as he strokes himself to thoughts of the soft swell of your breasts, the barest brush of your hand - every exposed bit of your skin that he can conjure from his memory.

He always gets this empty feeling in the pit of his stomach after.

Keishin will reprimand himself, muttering about how creepy it is, how wrong it feels, how he’ll never do it again, but soon enough, he’s seeing your pictures all over his feed again, and you’re inviting him to some new outing.

He knows it’s not right, but he can’t really stop himself, either.

So when you call him up just days later, giggling and chatting his ear off about some new amazing discount at this local bar - look, Keishin, I promise it’s not far - going on and on about how he should join you in celebrating your latest raise at work, a wave of nausea sweeps over him. He should say no. He should make up some vague excuse, awkwardly laughing, brushing off your invitation while promising to make it up to you.

But it’s just been so long since he’s seen you.

He clears his throat, and his voice comes out dry and a little unsure on the other end. “Yeah. Yeah - I can go. See you there, [y/n], okay? Take care.”

Keishin hangs up the phone with a click before you even get a chance to respond, his hand unsteady and trembling.

-

He gets there before you do.

His fingers drum nervously against the tabletops, eyes scanning above the sea of overdressed, garish bargoers, looking around for any sign of you. It’s hard to make out faces among the crowd, all finer features clouded by the smoke and mirrors that dim lighting creates, but he’s looked at you enough times to be able to tell you apart with his eyes closed.

“Hey,” your voice greets, pressed close to his left side. “Never been to a bar before or what? Just relax, Keishin. We’re here to have a good time, right?”

He startles at your sudden appearance, flinching slightly. “Right,” he responds, a smile tugging at his lips.

He beckons the bartender over, ordering a few drinks, and you get settled into a routine of easy conversation. It doesn’t take long for you to get woozy, alcohol flooding your system as your cheeks flush and vision blurs. It loosens your tongue, loosens your wallet, and before long, you start losing track of the time of the drinks you order. All you know is that it feels good to let go, to lose yourself in the light-headed headspace you’ve found yourself in, the kaleidoscope of people around you dissolving until indistinguishable, walling off the rest of the world from just the two of you.

If Keishin’s going to be completely honest, though, he’s not really paying attention to what you're saying.

He’s paying attention to the men around you.

Maybe he’s just being paranoid, but he could swear that half the bar is leering at you, eyes following every movement of your body in ways that are absolutely unacceptable. He’s not an idiot. He knows what those other guys are thinking about; he knows how their dicks are straining in their fucking pants, how their thoughts must be wandering, he knows because he’s been there before.

Because even in the middle of a bar, surrounded by debauchery and alcohol and sluts, you look absolutely angelic. The halo of hair around your head looks so, so soft - he wants to stroke it, kiss it, use it as a handle to maneuver you around for him - and suddenly he’s consumed by thoughts of how much he wants to be the one to force you down around his cock, choking and sobbing, how much he wants to smear his cum on your gorgeous face and ruin you before anyone else can get to it. He can’t tear his gaze away from you as you shift closer, wobbling on your stool, completely oblivious to the way everyone else’s eyes are undressing you.

He knows you’re not doing this on purpose. You can’t be, no matter how many times you wiggle your ass on the bar stool, no matter how far up your thigh the hem of your skirt rides up. You wouldn’t tempt others like that. You’re just not that type of girl - you’re innocent, so open and guileless - you would never.

Keishin isn’t going to let anyone else fuck that up for him.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before some sleazy man comes along, his hands groping at your body, mouth whispering sinful words into your ear, and the mere thought makes him shudder with revulsion.

No, if anyone is going to wreck you, it’s going to be him.

When you eventually get too drunk, words slurring and half delirious, he catches you in his arms and leads you stumbling back to his own car. He revels in how peaceful you look with your eyes lidded with fatigue, clinging onto his arm as he drives back to his apartment.

He takes you inside with him.

“K-Keishin..” you mutter. “Where are we?”

He shushes you softly, carrying you to his off-white bedroom of popcorn ceilings and peeling wallpaper, of warm lights dimmed low and an eerie silence that suspends your surroundings in stillness. Laying you down on his half-made bed, he tenderly brushes aside the hair that frames your face as he crawls on top of you.

“I’m taking care of you, baby.”

Your eyebrows knit in confusion at his pet name, but your mind is still too woozy to fully comprehend the meaning behind his words.

But even a drunk girl like you knows that something’s not right when warm, calloused fingertips reach beneath your skirt and slip under the hem of your panties. You instinctively flinch away from his touch, trying to close your legs back up, but he brings a knee up between your thighs to rest at your cunt.

“Please,” you whisper, sobered from the rush of dread that runs tingling down your spine. “Please, Keishin. We’re friends.”

He ignores you, pressing down on your cunt until you’re squirming beneath him, his gaze softening as your breath hitches with desperation. “You don’t have to worry. I’m gonna make this virgin cunt feel so good,” he breathes. “Gonna show you just what real sex is supposed to feel like.”

He presses his lips to yours, his kiss gentle yet insistent, lips and wet tongue probing your mouth as if he’s trying to pry you apart and open you up. You can taste the alcohol on his hot breath, puffing lightly along your jaw as he trails his mouth further down, dragging his kisses sloppily down the crook of neck to where it meets your collarbone.

You tell yourself that it’s gross, that it’s overwhelming, but it’s impossible to hide the way your clit throbs against him as he flicks his tongue out to tease at your sensitive nipples, a moan almost involuntarily slipping from your lips. His mouth curls into a playful grin, teeth scraping roughly against your tits, and brings up the palm of his hand to cup your pussy.

“See?” he says. “This feels good.”

You cringe at his words, desperately bucking away from his touch, but there’s nowhere left for you to go - one arm cages in your small, frail body, the other strokes at your clit through the fabric of your panties, his mouth is sucking and nipping at the soft flesh of your tits - he’s everywhere, drawing patterns across your skin with lips and tongue, tracing feather-light circles on your pussy until you feel that desire in your cunt pulsing with need. “No,” you whimper quietly, almost as if you’re trying to convince yourself. “No, it doesn’t.”

Keishin ignores your weak protests, because he’s much too fixated on the way you look spread out beneath him. He didn’t think he’d ever get to see you this debauched, a flush riding high on your cheeks as you turn your head away in embarrassment, your hips bucking needily into his waiting hand, hair mussed and pupils blown out with lust.

You’re not the same girl he used to idolize, now that he’s seen you like this.

“I wonder how tight your pussy is,” he muses. “It hasn’t been tainted, right? Except for when you’ve touched yourself.”

Now there’s a sight he wants to see.

He withdraws from between your legs, but he moves his large hands to pry at your thighs and hold you in place. “I want you to do it for me,” he orders. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

You feel so fucking vulnerable in this position, legs forced apart and your glistening cunt bared to his hungry gaze, completely at the mercy of his whims and fancies, your body gone almost limp with fear at the thought of what he could do.

So you follow his directions like a good little girl.

You reach a finger to the entrance of your cunt, but the angle is awkward, and when you shove it inside, you’re barely able to feel even an inch of stretch. It’s frustrating, embarrassing, humiliating to be so helpless in front of Keishin, but you swallow the shame and begin to roughly thrust a finger in and out of your dry hole, even when the ache in your cunt is screaming for something much bigger - much more satisfying - to fill you up and satiate the need throbbing in your pussy.

He clicks his tongue mockingly. “Not good enough?” he asks. Keishin can tell from the pained expression on your face, from the slight twitching of your hips every time your stubby fingers brush against your g-spot, even though your face is turned away from him, and he knows what you’re really asking for with your panting and whining.

You’re asking for him.

Sweetheart, he’s more than okay with teaching you how to do it properly.

He moves your cramped hand away from its pathetic attempt at satisfying you, bringing a thumb up to rest at your clit, relishing at the way it pulses with need after just a few light circles. “More?” he asks.

Guilt is written all over your features, your eyes darting away, fingertips curling to grip at his sheets as he presses down more firmly. The twinge of stimulation sends white-hot arousal rushing to your cunt, your brain becoming hazy and unfocused, and the only thing you can think about is wanting more, more stimulation, more of his soothing words whispered in your ear, more of his deft touches and long, thick fingers.

“Mhm,” you whimper quietly. “Yes.”

Keishin stops the movement of his thumb, the warm palm of his hand resting against your throbbing clit. “More of what?”

You shake your head, embarrassment seeping into your veins. You don’t want to say it. You can’t say it.

He dips a finger into your cunt, teasing at the entrance before trailing light, soft touches up and down your folds. “Use your words, baby. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Please,” you beg, desperation written across your face. “Touch me.”

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asks, malice glinting in his eyes. He wants to hear you say those filthy words, wants his precious, innocent best friend to beg him to do the things he’d only ever dreamed of.

“My…” you trail off, eyes now hazy and unfocused as you blink back tears. “My pussy. Want your fingers inside my pussy.”

What a good girl.

“Knew you could do it for me,” he growls, slipping his finger deeper into your twitching hole. “When you want something, you have to learn to ask for it.”

He doesn’t hold back now, adding another thick finger inside to stroke and pet at your sensitive walls, pressing up against your g-spot firmly as his thumb rubs steady, even circles on your clit. The stimulation comes crashing down like a wave of relief for your sore, aching hole, his fingers playing with your cunt better than you ever could, reaching deeper inside you, stretching you out further, making you cream around his skilled digits until your hole is left fluttering and fucked out.

You barely have the energy to resist when he pulls out his cock, painfully hard and leaking, and fits it to the entrance of your pussy. He pushes in slowly, gently, his deliberate movement a facade of tenderness, stretching you out until the pleasure pulsing in your core becomes almost unbearable from how unhurried he’s fucking you.

“Holy shit,” he says, swearing under his breath. Keishin wishes all the other undeserving men at the bar could see you now, sprawled out on his bed like his own personal fuckdoll, your eyes rolled back into your head, gasping and moaning as he breaks in your virgin cunt. He knows he’s fucking you better than any other man ever could, wrecking you in ways you’ll think about years in future when you close the blinds and dim the lights and slip a hand between your legs.

And as he finishes, groaning in pleasure as the waves of an orgasm wash over him, he pulls out of your slippery cunt and watches as his thick spurts of cum land all over the soft, smooth skin of your chest and stomach, marking you as his.

You look so beautiful painted white.

No, maybe beautiful is the wrong word. You’d always been so pure in his eyes, so clean and untouchable, but looking down at your quivering form, he begins to finally see what he’d been to blind to all along. For the first time, he sees how slutty your tits are covered in his cum, how they’re almost pushed up to your chin when you’re lying on your back. When he squeezes at your thighs, your ass, your waist, the excess flesh spills over in all the places that make you perfect for fucking.

You’re not innocent anymore, he realizes with a sense of twisted satisfaction. Not after this.

You’ve been ruined, haven’t you?

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[katsukiflr]

tamaki + dry humping 🥺🥺

oh god sem don’t get me started on him

he’s so gentle with you🥺🥺 while you’re kissing him on the tough, tongues languidly intertwining, his hand reaching under your shirt to graze the soft skin of your tummy with his fingertips before resting it just under your breasts at the top of your ribcage.

you’ve been at it for a while and he’s in no rush, he enjoys taking his time with you; savoring the taste of your lips and the sickly sweet way you cling onto him. but he can’t help but want to buck his hips when you press your clothed cunny that much harder against his cock. he feels how warm you are and it’s making his head spin. he feels the stickiness of your pretty panties under your skirt, and when you press a wet kiss to his neck and whisper “you’re so pretty tama.” he thinks he’s done for.

he’s gripping the base of your neck in his hand, not with any pressure to restrict your airway but with the intent of keeping you in place. he’s connecting your lips once more so eagerly, moaning in your mouth as he tongues you down and grips your oh so soft hips, fingers tracing your tummy.

and when you grind your cunt on to him with a throaty whine he feels absolutely dizzy. he bucks his hips into you so desperately. “you’re so warm- feels so good.” the friction against the two of you was so delicious and he can already his cock twitching more and more as more precum stains his boxers.

he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “can i... feel? is that okay?” his fingertips are so so close to your breasts. you can feel your sticky folds ruining your panties, feel the butterflies that erupt in your tummy and you’re so embarrassed at how many sounds are escaping you just from a little messy kissing and grinding.

“yeah. please tama- feel me. a-anything you want.” you whimper. he’s kissing you again so sloppily it makes you dizzy, moaning into your mouth as his hands finally grip your breasts, kneading them softly between his hands. his fingers go to gently tweak at your nipples, pinching them just a little before going back to gripe at your breasts between his hands.

it’s so good, the friction, him, the warmth radiating from his body, his hands on your warm skin. god- the room is spinning and you don’t even realize that you’ve started lifting your shirt and tamaki’s mouth is instantly latching into your nipple, sucking and licking at it with fervor as he coats it in his spit.

the clothed tip of his cock rubs on your clit just right as tamaki’s teeth graze your nipple ever so gently. and with that- youre cumming. your legs shivering and hips twitching as you whine into his neck, “‘m cumming tama! creamin’ f’r you. o-oh!”

with that tamaki’s cumming too, painting his pants in ropes of milky white, moaning as he tongues your nipple and desperately bucks his hips against you. whimpering “good girl, t-hat’s it- f-fuck ‘m cumming.” and he doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed- and neither do you.