#lets put my bra back on i clearly need to take away more oxygen from my brain this isn't doing me any favors

[the-acid-pear]

Nothing distresses me as much as not knowing something. It's absuuurd. Such answer seeking behavior. AS IF!!!

[likeastarstar]

Birthday Boy Pt. 2

Summary: WARNING! smut ahead. Can be read alone but this connects to Birthday Boy. Later that day your follow through on your promise of head <3

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"Do we have to go?"

"Yes."

"But what if we just stayed in instead?"

"No."

"Got it," Namjoon sighed, walking into the bedroom that you shared.

You rolled your eyes and clipped your bra on, adjusting the straps so that they sat smoothly on your shoulders. It was his birthday- of course you had to go to the dinner you had spent the last three weeks planning. You had been saving up for this for two months, insisting on paying for everything yourself. Namjoon was rich, clearly- but you weren't a moocher. So you had rented out his favorite restaurant, spent a week trying to coordinate everyone's schedules so his best friends could be there, days finding the right decorations, hours setting up the entire place earlier today when he went hiking with some friends.

Everything was perfect and you just needed Namjoon to suck it up and go to his fucking birthday party.

"Are you read- woah."

You turned around, Namjoon standing in the closet doorway with his eyes stuck on your tits. You couldn't blame him, you did happen to have on a very extravagant lingerie set. It was a dark green color, lacey, and sheer in the right places- a matching bra and panty set with a garter belt to match. The belt was a little extra but it was worth it, given the look on his face right now. He watched you pull a pair of stockings up your legs and clip them securely to the belt with a blank look on his face, hands clenching and unclenching around air.

"I'm almost ready," You smiled, putting your hands on your hips.

"You take birthdays way too seriously," He breathed out, still unable to take his eyes away from your body.

"You've told me that already," You nodded. He was right, you were being unnecessarily celebratory. But this year had been hard and he deserved one day of perfection.

"I really like the color," He mumbled, watching you walk towards him and place your hands delicately over his. You guided his hands to your ass before hooking yours around his neck, peering up at him with innocent eyes.

"Do you wanna touch?" You asked, your voice quiet and demure- the exact opposite of your actual personality.

He nodded and tightened his grip on your backside, kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss, feeling him away the two of you side to side like you were dancing. "Well too bad. Go sit on the bed," You instructed, nudging him backwards.

Namjoon did so willingly, watching you tie your hair up into a ponytail with ease, "Oh shit- I was kidding about the head before dinner thing."

"I wasn't," You snorted, getting on your knees between his legs.

You placed your hands on his inner thighs, pushing his legs further apart as he leaned back to untuck the front of his dress shirt. You worked on his zipper, sliding it down easily and easing his cock out, wiggling slightly in your place between his legs. You loved his cock, could spend hours focusing on just that one part of his body. You hummed in contentment, smiling softly, "Ah, I'm going to enjoy this."

"You're looking at my dick like it's your friend," Joon chuckled, only laughing harder when you shot him a glare.

"It is my friend," You noted. Namjoon reached out a hand towards your figure, hand going directly towards the soft skin of your neck. You slapped his hand away lightly, sending him a warning glance, "No touchie."

"It's my birthday," He whined, pouting.

"You can touch after we get home from the dinner. Unwrap me as your last birthday present." You smirked, taking his cock in one hand and licking a tentative stripe down the length so that he was nice and wet.

He groaned, feeling your tongue on his skin and leaned back even further, hips bucking up towards you. You smiled wider, pumping him with two hands and twisting at the head of his cock, admiring the way it was starting to grow underneath your touch. His cock was a dream, long, thick, and smooth. You stared at it wondering how on earth this thing fit in you, wishing it was in you now.

But there was no time for that- you had a reservation to make.

Instead, you took the head of his cock into your mouth and sunk down quickly, wiggling your tongue on the underside of it as you took him in further. You deepthroated him instantly, choking slightly before pulling up and replacing your mouth with your hand.

"Holy shit," He moaned, chest rising and falling in hard pants.

You swirled your tongue over the plump head of his cock, tasting the salty precum beading at the top. You teased the ridge, licking, and sucking as much of his length as you could take in your mouth comfortably. Your hand made up for wasted space, twisting and pulsing at the base of his cock in a quick rhythm. You squeezed your thighs together, ignoring the heat pooling in your stomach as you looked up at your boyfriend, who looked like he was about to cry.

You were doing a good job.

Massaging the skin of his inner thigh, you grazed down to his balls, taking both of them in your hand and caressing the soft skin lightly. You explored the texture freely, pulling off of his dick to take each of them in your mouth and sucked lightly, still stroking his cock with a hand. Namjoon moaned and his jaw fell open, the look of sheer pleasure on his face enough to have you moaning around his balls as his hips flexed into your face.

"Baby-"

You nodded and knew what he wanted, releasing his balls with a 'pop' and going back to sucking the life out of his cock. He felt silky in your mouth, the taste of him filling your mouth as he thrust into your face in long, fluid strokes. You felt lightheaded and reminded yourself to breath through your nose, getting caught up in the moment to remember that you actually had to inhale oxygen. His hands were balled into fists behind him, holding his body up while trying to resist grabbing the sides of your face to fuck your face. He was driving you crazy, the way he looked completely lost to lust, your name rolling out of his mouth in a whiny tone. You took him further and tried deepthroating him again, a bit more sucessfully this time.

You swallowed around him and heard him gasp- "I'm gonna fucking cum."

You nodded and patted his thigh lightly, letting him speed up the jerking of his hips until creamy fluid filled your mouth and you sucked harder, milking his orgasm. Namjoon groaned, falling back flat on the bed, his breathing heavy and labored. You pulled off of him when he had completely finished, sitting back on your heels to catch your breath for a moment.

"Jesus Christ," Namjoon groaned, propping himself up on his elbows, "That was amazing."

You smiled at him and wiped the corners of your lips, knowing you probably had to touch up your makeup now, "I love you!" You grinned, sending him an innocent smile as if you hadn't just done something entirely dirty to him.

"You're a minx, you know that?" He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You love it," You shrugged, standing up slowly. "I'm going to put my dress on and brush my teeth and then we'll leave, okay?"

He nodded and tucked himself back into his pants, wrapping an arm around your waist before you could go very far. He pulled you into his lap and kissed you, smiling against your lips.

"Thank you, I love you," He whispered to you, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Don't say thank you yet- you still have to get through this dinner and unwrap your last present," You said cheekily, gesturing to the lingerie set you had on. He gave you one last squeeze and let you off his lap, watching you walk towards the bathroom.

"Can I eat my birthday cake off of your ass?" He asked, staring at your backside.

"You're insatiable," You gasped in disbelief. You turned back around to stare at him, watching him wiggle his eyebrows suggestively. "Yeah- yes, you can."

Good thing you were also insatiable when it came to Namjoon.

(A/N: this is DIIIRTTYYY. Can you tell who my bias is? Feedback is appreciated!)

[rocorambles]

Plot Twist

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader 

Genre/Warning: NSFW, Yandere, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Rape/Non-con, Blackmail

Summary: Not everything is what it seems and you find out the hard way that sometimes there's more than meets the eye with handsome volleyball players.

Requested by Anon

You playfully smack Oikawa as he continues complaining about studying. The two of you are in the same class and although you had known of the popular athlete before that, you’d never had the chance to actually talk to him. It wasn’t until you were assigned to do a group project together that the two of you even introduced yourselves. At first, you had exasperatedly sighed thinking the handsome third-year wasn’t going to pull his weight and that you’d be left to do all the work, but you were pleasantly surprised to see how serious and studious he actually was. You quickly finished the project and with the night still young, the two of you had begun chatting and getting to know each other. 

After that, whenever there were other group projects or homework assigned, you became each other’s first choice of partner and study buddy and that’s how you found yourself here on Oikawa’s bedroom floor with textbooks and notes splayed everywhere as the two of you prepared for an upcoming exam. You lean back and close your eyes, resting for a second as the brunette next to you continues squawking about how much material you need to get through. With a yawn, you check the time on your phone and are shocked by how late it is. Oikawa’s rant stops as he eyes you packing your things and he pouts at you. “Are you already leaving? You can sleepover if you want! My parents are away this week and it’ll give us more time to study.” You flick his head and chuckle at the petulant whine he lets out. “I don’t think I have the mental capacity to look at another page tonight. I just want to go home and pass out.” 

Oikawa follows you like a puppy as you make your way to his front door and you smile as you wave back at him and continue on your way home alone. You shiver and hold your school blazer tightly against yourself. Why were you so cold? With a muffled curse you’re about to turn around to go back to Oikawa’s house realizing you had left your scarf there when a blunt force hits your head and you feel yourself falling before your world goes dark.       

Your heavy eyelids flutter as you blearily open your eyes and you wince at the throbbing pain in your head. You move to rub your temple, but freeze when you realize something is stopping your hand. Your heart begins to race as you look behind you only to find your wrists bound behind your back and in a panicked daze you take a look at your surroundings and tears begin to well in your eyes when you realize you’re in what appears to be a basement. There’s a ringing in your ears and you can’t think clearly, but a muffled groan from the corner of the room has you whipping your head. You almost sob in relief when you see Oikawa’s familiar figure and you rise on shaky legs as you walk over to him, but your heart sinks when you realize his hands are also tied just like yours. 

“What happened? Why are we here?” You’re spitting a million questions a minute trying to make some sense of the jumbled thoughts in your head when a leg gently nudges you. “Relax. We need to calm down and think.” You clamp your mouth shut in agreement and shuffle besides Oikawa. Silence overtakes the room as you both sit and think about how to escape when a nagging thought exits your mouth. “Oikawa, how did you end up here? Someone or something hit me when I was outside, but weren’t you still at home?” You think you feel the taller boy stiffen at your words, but you’re too distracted by what he says next to dwell on it. “You forgot your scarf so I went running after you to return it. That’s when I saw someone dragging your body away, so I tried to fight him and well...as you can see that didn’t work out too well.” 

Guilt eats at you. If you hadn’t been so forgetful, Oikawa wouldn’t have had to come looking for you. It’s your fault that he’s locked up here with you. The thought has tears streaming down your face and Oikawa gently tries to console you as you blubber apology after apology to him. “Hey, it’s not your fault. You didn’t ask for some creep to assault you. I’m glad I was able to try helping the girl I like.” Your heart flutters at those words and you tentatively look into warm chocolate-brown eyes. “Y-you...did you just say ‘a girl I like’?” A rosy tint flares on Oikawa’s cheeks as he nervously smiles at you. “This isn’t exactly how I wanted to confess to you, but yeah, I like you.” You know you should be focused on figuring out how to get out of this situation, but you can’t help the way happiness bubbles inside of you and you shyly confess that you also have feelings for the handsome volleyball player. You lay your head on Oikawa’s broad shoulder as the two of you resume brainstorming how you’re going to escape when Oikawa excitedly nudges you off of him. “Look, over there! Is that a pocket knife?” The two of you scramble over and hope clamors inside of you when you realize he’s right. It never occurs to you how strange it is that your captor would leave such an obvious tool in the open like this. All you can think of is cutting the binds on your wrists and leaving this nightmare behind you. 

Wrists freed, Oikawa grabs your hand and the two of you race up the stairs. You’re already prepared to kick down what you assume is going to be a locked door, but are stunned when Oikawa easily twists the knobs and pulls you through into a familiar living room. “Oikawa, wh-why are we in your house?” Your voice sounds small and shaky even to your ears and you stare glassy-eyed at the boy who still has a firm hold of your wrist. You subtly try pulling your hand out of his grasp, but wince when he only tightens his grip. “I really was just going to return your scarf to you, but you just looked so vulnerable all alone in the dark and I couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted you so badly for so long and now that I know you want me too, we can finally be together!” 

You shiver at the cheery smile on his face and disgust roils inside of you. “You’re sick. What’s wrong with you? You don’t just kidnap someone to get them to confess to you. Let go of me! I’m leaving.” You begin frantically pulling your arm and pushing Oikawa’s firm body away from you, but you cringe when he just pulls you in closer until he’s tightly embracing you. “Don’t be like that, Y/N-chan! You said you like me, so it’s all fine now. I can’t wait to go on dates with you and show you off at matches. I bet you’ll look so cute wearing my volleyball jacket.” Hearing your muffled voice trying to say something, Oikawa steps back and gives you some space to talk while keeping his hands on your shoulders. “We’re not dating and I don’t want anything to do with you anymore, you freak. Let me go right now!” You claw at his hands that are now digging into your skin, but you falter for a second when you look at brown eyes now laced with anger and malice. “You’re not going anywhere until you agree to date me.” He roughly grabs you by the roots of your hair and begins dragging you down a hallway and nausea hits you when you realize he’s bringing you to his bedroom. You dig your heels into the floor, you scream, you scratch at the strong arm painfully yanking your locks, but Oikawa doesn’t even falter and before you can clearly register what’s happening, he’s already dumped you onto his bed.

You scramble to sit up, but Oikawa’s knees dig into your sensitive inner thighs and you flinch at the pain. He leans down until you can feel his breath on your face and you attempt to push his chest to keep some distance between you, but he presses his knee harder into your thigh and with a pained gasp you reluctantly put your hands down by your sides. With a victorious smirk, he swoops down and nuzzles his nose into the curve of your neck and your jaw clenches when you feel him lick a sloppy wet line from your collarbone to the back of your ear. You’re sickened by the trail of saliva he leaves all over you, but the last straw is when he tries to kiss you. As soon as you feel lips touch yours, you bite down and take vengeful pleasure in his roar of pained fury, using the momentary distraction to begin sliding out from under him, but your movements are halted by a mind-numbing sting across your face. 

Wide-eyed and unsure of what just happened, you gingerly bring a hand to your face and just stare at the drops of blood smeared across your skin as your nose continues to stream ruby red liquid. Still shocked at being slapped, you don’t even realize Oikawa’s moving until you’re being thrown back on the bed, a strong hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off much needed oxygen. Dry heaving and light-headed at the sight of your own blood, you weakly dig your nails into the forearm holding you down, but Oikawa just sneers down at you. He wipes the blood from his own wound you caused and smears the rust colored paint across your lips. “I didn’t know you liked it rough, Y/N-chan. This is going to be a lot of fun.” You choke as his grip tightens and his free hand begins to push your shirt and bra up until your breasts are on display for him. You continue flailing in an attempt to get some leverage, but you only serve to make your breasts shake and Oikawa stares, entranced by the sight. He slaps your bouncy mounds and humiliation courses through you as he continues playing with them as if they’re just toys.     

Your back arches as his mouth roughly sucks and licks at your nipples and despite the anger and fear lancing through you, you begin to feel something else, something pleasurable coiling at the edges of your mind. Smirking as he sees arousal beginning to trickle its way onto your face, Oikawa lets go of your throat and you gasp for breath. You’re so busy trying to breathe normally again that you fail to stop hands from practically ripping off your clothing until it’s too late and you’re completely bare waist down. You try to close your legs and you reach your hands down to cover your most intimate part, but Oikawa is quick to trap your wrists in one large hand above your head and his muscular frame nestled between your legs impedes your ability to move them any closer. You continue writhing beneath him, trying to loosen his grip, but you instantly stop as you hear a pleasured groan leave Oikawa’s mouth. Mortified, you realize in your struggle, you had been grinding against his clothed groin. “What’s wrong, Y/N-chan? It felt so good when you shook your hips like that. Keep on struggling, cutie.” Not wanting to give the bastard even an ounce of pleasure, you opt for snarling fierce threats at him instead, but he just squishes your cheeks in his hand and coos about how adorable you are before beginning to remove his own pants and boxers. 

Your stomach churns at the sight of Oikawa’s cock and you can feel tears sliding down your face as his tip nudges at your opening. He hums in discontent when he realizes you’re still fairly dry and he resumes his oral ministrations on your nipples and begins circling your clit. You try to focus on your hate, on the fact that this is rape, on the fact that you don’t want this, but Oikawa’s had practice and your grimace begins to turn into aroused pants as lust fogs your mind. He dips his fingers into your pussy and moans at how drenched you’ve become and with a lewd pop, he releases your aching nipple from his mouth and watches as his cock slowly slides into your tight hole, relishing the way your walls clench around him. Your mouth gapes open at the feeling of being stretched, but a sudden realization has you trying to blink away the pleasured haze. “Oikawa, are you using a condom?” Dread pools in your stomach when you look down and see his bare length thrusting in and out of you. “Please, please, don’t cum inside me. I’m not using protection.” You’ve already resigned yourself to being raped, but the thought of being knocked up, especially by the monster on top of you, has a new level of anxiety peaking within you. Oikawa’s pace just increases at your words and you throw your head back moaning as he rubs against your g-spot with every motion. “If you don’t want me to cum inside you, just lie there and take it like a good girl.” And you do just that. You close your eyes and lose yourself in the pleasure, intent on at least pretending it was anyone else on top of you, pretending it was anyone else bringing you to your climax, but when you finally feel yourself about to burst, you let out a choked sob when you look up into Oikawa’s face and you climax with anguished sobs wracking your body.

Spurred on by your spasming walls, Oikawa feels his release around the corner and he immediately pulls out of you, only to once again roughly grab you by your hair. He pulls your head back until your neck arches and your mouth drops open and with a few last furious strokes, he paints your face with sticky white strands. Dazed, you sit there mutely, but a bright flash shakes you out of your stupor and you stare up horrified when you see Oikawa brightly grinning down at his phone screen. You lunge at him, trying to get rid of the photo evidence, but his hand still holding your hair only tightens and you hiss at the pain as you’re held in place. Your fists clench and you consider punching the smile off his face, but your hands go limp when he shows you the picture on his screen. You look absolutely wrecked. There’s tears, drool, blood, and semen smeared all over your face. Oikawa’s cock is almost brushing against your mouth. And worst of all, you look like you’re enjoying it, with your eyes rolled all the way back and your mouth wide open, the corners twitched slightly upwards in a mockery of a smile. You look like a whore who just orgasmed and loved every second of it.

Your mouth moves and you try to find words, but you sit there speechless. Oikawa releases his grip on you and begins to tenderly stroke your hair instead. “If you don’t want me to send this picture around to all your friends, your family, and the universities you’re applying to, you’ll date me, understand?” You want to believe your friends and family wouldn’t judge you. That they’d listen to you and believe you if you told them what happened. But the universities you’re applying to? A board of strangers you’ll be desperately working to impress? A board of strangers who’d be deciding what path your future takes? You slowly wrap your arms around Oikawa as affectionately as you can and you lay your head against his chest. Internally you recoil at the way he lovingly reciprocates the embrace, but you let yourself melt into his hold. What choice do you have?    

[bobbys-naughty-corner]

Tenya x reader

Warning: 18+

Rumors

You knocked at the door and stared at the piece of paper in my hand. You and Tenya was supposed to go over some work. He said he’d send the work over but you still didn’t get it. You was about to knock again but he finally opened the door. “Good you’re awake. Can I get the work now. I know it’s late.” Tenya furrowed his brows at you and moved back into his room. He was so confused why you were at his door asking for the work. You really study? He questioned himself. You and him were really good students studious wise. But other than that you differ. He a perfect student, proper uniform, always on time, a natural leader etc. You on the other hand was a lazy smart ass. He hated you because of your personality. Everyone loved you but he, he hated you because you were smarter than him.

You stood in his room looking at his decorations. It was nice, you thought. Way different from your room clearly and not your style. Tenya bent down in the corner of his room looking through his bag. “Do you really even study?” He said as he got the papers out. “Uh yeah, why would I ask to go over stuff with you if I didn’t. I’ve actually been calling you all day and you didn’t answer.” You told him folding your arms. “Didn’t think you needed to study. Since you’re always lounging around. So how do you do it?” He handed you the papers. “Do what?” You questioned taking the sheets. You flipped through the sheets but froze when he said a certain word that you hated. “Cheat.” You hated that people thought you cheated because they never seen you even open a textbook. But the truth is you were just naturally smart. Your parents were scientist and even knew how to time travel but they kept that to themselves. Of course they did, people were already close to assuming they were villains. You do study, everyday. ALONE. “I don’t cheat.” You said through your teeth. You have gotten into many fights because of those words. “You’re kidding me? So you just wing it and get good grades? What luck you must have.” He stared at you with a cocky grin. “What’s your deal?” Why was he being such a asshole. “You. You think you’re so smart and likable when you’re actually a fake. You’re faking everything, those grades, your quirk, that innocent little act you have.” He said. “Ok now you’re just pulling shit out of your ass.” You said giving him a mean glare. “Maybe I am. But what are you going to do about it? Cant use your quirk. Cant fight in the dorms.” He pushed you against the wall and caged you in with his arms and body. “You’re weak and stupid. You think you’re so smart and sweet when you’re a lie. I know about your parents. Some smart scientist with no quirks. It’s amazing how you got one. But they’re so smart right? So whose to say that they didn’t just make you a quirk hmm?” His hand gently brushed against your neck. “That’s not true. And since were speaking of rumors let me tell you what I heard. I heard you and Uraraka were very intimate in the library. I think I even heard her crying to Momo about you paying for for something. That wouldn’t be connected right? Taking advantage of her because she’s poor. That wouldn’t be right for you, the potential pro hero, Ingenium.” You said to him. Tenya smirked and let out a little laugh. “I think you heard wrong then. But since you so clearly think you have something to hold against me let me tell you this. You may be nice but I know you hate everyone. Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at people when you think no one’s looking. You have murder in your eyes. So here’s my rumor, you’re just trying to plot against the world ain’t cha? You look at people with disgust and I’ve seen the way you fight. You take joy in breaking people. But I think I should avenge those you have hurt.” His hand grabbed your neck aggressively and he kissed you sloppily. Your hands pushed against his chest but the monitor on your arm made you very weak. The liquid in the monitor being poured into your arm with a needle that stayed in your skin. Your body weakly fought back. Tenya used his free hand to lift your shirt and pull up the sports bra that held your boobs. Groping your breast roughly, grinding his erection on your leg. You whimpered in his mouth. Taking small breaths of air when ever possible.

His lips left yours and he squeezed your throat. You squeaked under his grip and he laughed at your attempts to remove his hand or get off the wall. “What did I tell you, you’re weak.” He let go of your neck and you collapsed, taking a deep heavy breathes. Pants, coughing and wheezing for oxygen. You crawled to the door but he kicked your ribs making you fall to your side. The injected liquid made you drowsy. Tenya dragged you by the leg to his bed and yanked you up. “How is that medicine? Hmm? Doesn’t it feel different?” He asked putting you on his bed. You scooted away from him lazily as he climbed over you. “I switched it up for you. It helps keep you awake but drowsy. So you won’t put up a fight and help you feel more enjoyable.” He kissed your back as you turned over. “Listen to me. After tonight I’ll be watching everything you do. You will answer me any time I talk to you. You will come to my room every night. I mean every night. You will now belong to me and will be my partner. I am your boss, your master, your everything. When I become a hero you will be my sidekick. Now flip over.” He pulled you back onto your spine. You groaned as you bounced on the bed. Tenya pulled your clothes off and left you bare. He spit on his fingers and swiped his saliva over your slit. His other hand pulled down his shorts and underwear exposing his dick to you. You immediately looked away and he chuckled at your shyness.

“Don’t be so shy, we’re about to have lots of fun.”

[darkpoisonouslove]

A Fairy Stripped Down

Summary: Innocent banter turns into some not so innocent teasing that makes it hard for Faragonda to gather her mind and help Griffin put hers at ease.

This is the fic I’ve been meaning to edit for almost a month. I was clearly messing with some prompts but this time I tried to go easy on the angst and emotionality and focus on the smut (more or less). I thought it was time to write Griffin as the initiator/top.

CW: explicit sexual content, teasing

Griffin emerged in the doorway to the kitchen, a light dress–by her standards anyway–thrown over her sleep-laden frame. It was a rare occurrence for her to be the one waking up to breakfast and Faragonda savored it while she could. She just wished she could mark the occasion better.

“I’m all out of tea.” She looked if she’d need to catch Griffin's lips in a kiss the moment the corners of her mouth dropped under the disappointing news.

“I can do with coffee,” Griffin leaned on the door frame, gaze pinned on Faragonda like she was a rare flower that would run away without the light of Griffin's eyes. “This time.”

Faragonda would be running to the store as soon as breakfast was eaten and her legs were no longer made of jello. “How do you take it?” She almost knocked down the sugar in her instinctive search for the honey.

“As dark and bitter as my soul.” The curve of Griffin's lips soothed the alarm rising inside her. They were good. Good and dramatic.

“So pink and sparkly then?” Faragonda tapped the mug before offering it to Griffin, the swishing liquid inside changing colors faster than Griffin pushed herself off the door frame.

“Did you just call me a fairy?” The steam from the coffee swirled around Griffin, swept by the flow of her magic.

Faragonda held the mugs close to her chest where Griffin wouldn't knock them out of her hands. “You are in love with a fairy.”

“That’s as close as I’m getting to one.” It was hard to take in anything other than Griffin's breath with her face shoved into Faragonda’s, the proximity speaking of the nature of the bite.

“There are fairies that are malevolent and cause trouble.”

The coffee swirled, black again in both mugs, when Griffin extracted them from her grip and left her hands squeezing into nothing despite the witch’s closeness. Grasping at her was all her mind and body were capable of.

Griffin set down the mugs on the table slowly without breaking eye contact. “If you were properly familiarized with a witch, you wouldn’t argue. And to think you’ve been living with one for so long. I’ll have to make you pay closer attention.”

Faragonda was pressed between Griffin's body and the kitchen counter before she could utter a single sound of protest. The debate slipped away from her mouth with Griffin's lips tickling her cheek in a pseudo innocent smile tantalizing her. She was in for the long haul.

Her hands clamped down on Griffin's shoulders, the world crumbling under her feet when Griffin hoisted her up on the counter. Griffin's mouth was drinking in the erratic pattern of her breath in the hollow of her throat. Her hands only brushed over Faragonda’s breasts resisting the temptation to study their rhythm of rising and falling. Instead, her fingers traced between, her magic making the buttons on Faragonda’s shirt pop open to expose the skin underneath to Griffin's kisses.

She trailed a heated path down to the waistline of Faragonda’s skirt. The fabric dissolved in the magic of her touch to let her trace feather-light caresses with her fingertips over Faragonda’s excited flesh.

She bucked into Griffin's palm when the witch hooked a finger under the waistband of her panties. She’d scratched her sensitivity raw with her phantom strokes. She needed a firm touch, as strong as her tugging on Griffin's dress, useless as it was with her magic out of reach and Griffin so firmly grounded in driving her wild with yearning.

Faragonda wrapped her legs around Griffin's waist. “Griffin, please.” She swallowed the stillness of anticipation stretching around them like background music for her desire to drip to.

Griffin touched her forehead to Faragonda’s, keeping her lips just out of reach. “Are you wet for me yet?” she left her panties alone instead of slipping a hand in them to check for herself. Her fingertips marked Faragonda’s thigh with their gentle presence while her other hand pulled on the clasps of Faragonda’s bra. She was disregarding her magic and her own desire to torture Faragonda.

“We’re past that point,” Faragonda rasped. She’d grind against her if Griffin weren’t holding down her hips, a discreet hum slipping from her throat at Faragonda’s eagerness. “What more do you want?” She’d offer anything even if she’d kept nothing to herself. All her need was on display where Griffin had pulled it with ease and no resistance from her.

Griffin leaned in against her ear, the breath from her parted lips becoming a shiver in Faragonda’s naked being. “To remind you of the witch you’re dealing with.” She sucked on Faragonda’s earlobe driving Faragonda’s nails into her sides hard through the fabric of her dress. It drew a quiet whine between Griffin's lips, her voice prickling directly over Faragonda’s ear and deep inside her.

“How can I forget?” Griffin was all over her, always. Her touch on Faragonda’s skin, her heat in Faragonda’s heart. Even dimensions apart, they were still each other’s.

“I’ll make sure you can’t.” The playfulness of Griffin's voice slipped on the raw note behind it.

Faragonda’s love confession plunged back into her throat as she sucked in a breath in tact with her bra dropping off her shoulders. She hadn’t noticed it springing free under Griffin's deft fingers but it stripped her thought away. All that was left was her exposed skin and Griffin's wet mouth sucking on one hardened nipple to tease her with an echo of the throb between her legs that were forced to release the witch and give her room to work.

Her breathing turned heavy with her breasts in Griffin's palms and the witch’s wicked tongue stroking wet heat over her sensibilities slowly and purposefully. Her mind was slipping off the edge of the pleasure-torment Griffin was holding her on.

She slid a hand in Griffin's hair to tangle herself there, her fingers drawing a hungry moan that freed her nipple from Griffin's lips. Her hands stilled on Faragonda’s chest, her mouth hanging open to let through her appreciation of the tugs and caresses to her tresses. Her eyelids shut in the brightness of her eyes as bliss took over her features. Her pleased purrs reverberated through Faragonda to feed the intensity of the want pulsating inside her. Griffin was tempting her without lifting a finger, the only thing rising the pitch of her voice.

Griffin's warm fingerprints on her hip startled her with the disappearance of her underwear. Another play of Griffin's that had slipped through her fingers in her distraction. And now the witch was following, dragging the wetness of her lips over her belly again and making the muscles underneath clench in anticipation.

Faragonda gave her the slack to drop to her knees but kept both hands in the purple locks to hold Griffin no more than an inch away from her body at all times. An inch away from where she wanted her was all Griffin left in the room as she paused. Even Griffin's breath was held safely in her lungs where it wouldn’t disturb the loaded atmosphere and Faragonda mirrored her, stilling her hips as they strained to buck into the pleasure of Griffin’s mouth.

In the quiet of the kitchen Griffin's magic hit like an earthquake shaking Faragonda’s perception and making her stomach drop. They followed through the void of space to a cushioned landing on their own bed.

Griffin's tongue thrust inside her to fill her instead of disorientation. She gasped and trembled at the fullness, her voice strangled in the lack of oxygen in her lungs. Her eyes welled up at the sudden cut through the emptiness inside her only for the water to settle again with the retreat of Griffin's tongue.

“Your thighs are already shaking,” Griffin was so close to her arousal her husky voice was almost muffled. Her fingers lazily drew patterns in Faragonda’s thighs even though she didn’t have to look to know the witch’s eyes were darkened with desire to a perfect reflection of her own. She would torture herself just to torture Faragonda. To prove a point that had no place between them. Even with the emotional distance of fights they’d gotten into, it had never stood between them and would never get the chance.

“Don’t tease me,” Faragonda heaved, her grip on Griffin's locks tightening to cause a hitch in the witch’s breath tickling her heated flesh.

Griffin had her moaning in return as she dipped her head in again to leave the wetness coating her lips over Faragonda’s lower belly. “If you don’t like my teasing,” her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, “then why are you moaning?”

She flashed her a big, bright smile before her tongue darted out to lap at the place where Faragonda’s thigh met her hip and she was lost. So close to the pleasure she wanted and so far away, wrapped in Griffin's presence all the same. Her fingers twitched in Griffin's hair, never tugging hard on it, just enough to hear a low groan from Griffin between her own even though she could pull Griffin to pleasuring her by the hair. She was all Griffin's to take at whatever pace her witch’s heart was operating at.

A whine of protest tore from her to crash into Griffin where she was climbing up her body. Griffin's kisses appeased both her heart and the witch’s agenda. She only writhed when her hands were pried out of Griffin's hair and pressed into the mattress. Griffin's body pinned hers down so there was space only between their faces. Space Faragonda strained to overcome to bring their lips together.

Griffin pulled back, keeping them apart far longer than necessary. “Careful now.” Her voice was mellow again as if Faragonda’s arousal had been rich honey in her mouth. “Once you taste my lips, there will be no leaving my world. That’s the only way in which I could ever resemble a fairy.”

Faragonda surged forward and captured Griffin's lips. The witch melted into her embrace that had always been saved for her.

[jennsmischievousmind]

Fucks not Found

White Flag

Ch1 Ghosts | Ch2 Florence | Ch3 A Matter of Seconds | Ch4 I need a Backdoor | Ch5 Die Hard | Ch6 White Flag | Ch7 Haunt the Living | Ch8 One, but not done [end]

“Remember when Five said if you’re ever left behind in a mission, he’s not coming back for you.”

“hm, Seven said he was going to change that.”

“Because you trust Seven now? Four lifted an eyebrow, you shrugged.

A whizzed cut the humid air, the choke loose down, allowing you a sharp intake of air followed by multiple coughs.

Seven had snipe the big guy right in the head. Your brain took a second to recover from the lack of oxygen, Four hanging above the void flashing back into your eyes, you crawled to the edge. "Four," your voice was harsh, he hunched his body upward, grunting while you reached for him. Grabbing your hand and the net he hoisted himself up to safety.

You laid down holding onto each other "I've got you" your voice wavered, Four nestled his head on your chest, arms around your middle. He was breathing hard through his nose, the blood slowly coming down is head.

“Will you now get down, eaglets!” One’s annoyed voice filled your ear.

“Five, you sighed, I think I broke a rib.”

“Make it 3.” Four groaned trying to stand up.

The adrenaline rushing out you had trouble standing, Four and you stumbled in the freight elevator holding onto one another. His hand never leaving yours.

Soon crashing into the back seat of the Mini R55, a sense of warmth filled you seeing the team around you. Catching Seven’s eyes in the rear view mirror you nodded a thank you at him. He had break the rule. It’s not like you could blame One, he had warned you, if you were to get caught during a mission, he’d left you behind, for the sake of the mission. You breathed in deeply trying not to freak out at what just happened. Five was already looking at your ribs, pressing into your sides to feel anything abnormal.

 One had called a “meeting” as soon as the sun would be up, so you had a few hours to tend to your injuries. Watching yourself in the big mirror bathroom, only in underwear, new bruises started to appeared on your ribs. Lifting your arm, a bruise was spreading from your waist to under your sports bra, another on your right hip. A faint red in a hand shape around your neck-this one was heavy- your fingers grazed the sensitive skin, you hissed.

Catching a glimpse of Four in the mirror reflection, you removed your hand almost shameful, he looked behind him before coming in and locking the door behind him.

“Give me hand would you” he took the gauze from your hand.

He stood before you, his jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed at the sight of your bruised body, he sunk to his knees slowly brushing your sides with hesitant hands. Warm breath fluttered on your injured skin, his forehead on your tummy he sighed, your fingers running through his dust blond hair.

He then talked for the first time since he entered the bathroom “I really thought I’d lose you up there.”

“Well same here” you chuckled bitterly, he wrapped the gauze around your middle.

“I mean, I can’t afford to lose you Y/N!” He never used your name lightly since you’d told him.

“What we’re doing, this … job in itself, we can die, for real, anytime, we’ve learned that, painfully.”

“That’s why I’m asking you to be careful, if I’m in trouble, that’s it you run and...”

“Would you? You cut him he looked at you shameful, "would you let me behind?”

“No.” he admitted

“I thought I had been clear. I’m not losing anyone else.”  

You kissed his temple before leaving to surround yourself with ice bags and rest.

“You good?” it was the first time One had spoke to you since, yet not entirely showing real concern, casually leaning on the kitchen island, munching on some crackers.

“I’ll live,” You walked past him grabbing a few ice packs from the freezer, you weren’t mad at him per se, but slightly deceived. Ever since Six passed, a weird bond created itself between One and you, you weren’t sure what kind or why though.

“What’s between you and the boy?” he was serious, not like when he’d ask Two and Three, he was dead serious this time.

“Like Two said, transfer.” Hand in his bowl you took a handful of crackers, ice packs hanging in your t-shirt.

Finally at ease in your bed, body clad with ice bags you slept off the pain, you didn’t feel Four kiss your forehead before going back to his room.

 In the morning you meet up at the market. Seven and One started violently arguing. Seven revealed his name, Blaine, and ask Four his and yours. He insisted that he had just save both of your life, which was true.

Four hesitated looking at One “It’s Billy.” You look at him with fondness, you knew his name since a while now. He did look like a Billy. 

And everyone felt like revealing their name, Camille, Amelia, Javier….Well,

“Don’t look at me I’m not saying my name,” you leaned on the truck.

“Thank you, EIGHT! “ One emphasized on your number.

You liked this squad but saying your name was a no-go, for now at least, it implied saying your brother’s name too, because you knew they’d ask.

Seven tilted his head to you, clearly upset. Four smirked, he obviously knew your name.

One took a low blow with that argument but the mission resumed. Flying to Turgistan was the next move. The plan was to hijacked the TV radar to broadcast Murat’s speech instead of his evil brother’s. 

Later on, you ended up in the back of a truck with Five. Just for assisting really. Seven and One were infiltrating the main power generator of Turgistan.

“Really FBI this set up” you nodded looking around you

“One’s idea, you know how he is.” She waved her hand at the monitors.

Within minutes One was completely ruining it. The guy they were trying to convince was not biting it. Five tried to help…

“Noor’s dead, say is dead!” Five rummage her papers

“paper, so archaic.” You mumbled to yourself, she threw you a paper cup, still rummaging the notes about the others generators’ head of power plants.

“Wrong guy is alive. Fuck!”

You started to laugh, Five panicked on the comm “Just recover, recover.”

Hearing One over the comm you completely lost it, “He was found with a belt tight around his neck in a unfortunate masturbating accident.” Five froze “One, shut the fuck up!”

Tears of laughter were rolling on your cheeks until Five slapped your thigh “Help me with him!” You unmute your mic, still laughing “One fucking hell, abort!” Four’s slang was creeping on you.

Five and you were totally dumbfounded at his ramble, worst is, it worked somehow. 

Hours later you were ready to launch phase 1.

“Let’s go change the world.” One activated the inverter’s TV radar, Murat panicked in the inter comm saying he couldn’t go live. Then his face appeared on every TV of Turgistan. One broadcast it from his phone.

Murat gave his speech perfectly, concluded “It’s time for a revolution. Rise up and let’s take our country back!” 

White Flag by Bishop Briggs started playing in the broadcast.

“Wh..who picked this?” One inquired almost offended.

Five and Seven both looked at you and Four.

“You're welcome,” Four lifted his finger  – One clearly unamused looked at you.

“It’s a good song,” You agreed with Four

“This... No.” One sighed loudly

“It’s perfect!” Four argued

“That’s subjective!” One put an end at the discussion, sulking.

Four raised his fist your way- fist bumping- you were pretty proud of your choice.

 “FOUR!!” you stood up clumsily from the bed with your tablet in hand, headphones on, only wearing a bra and sweats short. “This one is perfect!” you yelled through the building, focusing on White Flag’s lyrics, a grin on, you didn’t see Four rushing to you until his naked torso collided into your side.

“One’s coming, like right now!”

Running through the sandy corridor you slid in the bedroom, throwing everything on the bed. There were too many belongings of yours in the room “shit. Kitchen!” Grabbing back your tablet you saw yourself in the screen, “shirt!”

You’ve never walk -semi-run- so fast in your life. “Hey Uno!” Trying not to sound so out of breath as you had just sat on the dismantle kitchen bar as he arrived.

“Is your trailer too small?” he immediately asked

“… I need more space,” you pointed at your Nasa shirt

“That’s an awful joke.”

“Learning from the best … “ you taunt staring intently at him.

“So,” he changed the subject when Four arrived this latter glanced at you. “We’re good? video, inverter?”

“Yeah, yeah hum Eight was telling me about it, just need a tiny detail and I think we’re good.” You nodded, trying hard not to drool at his state, shirtless and shorts hanging low, you averted your eyes quickly. Yeah you were working on the last details before he walked in the bedroom looking like a Greek god and you got handsy.

“Great, now you, missy, can go back to your trailer,” One pointed at the door then to Four “and you can put a shirt on.”

You rolled your eyes, taking your best teenager voice ‘Yes, MOM!”

He flicked you off without looking back on his way out.

“Shit!” Four heaved himself on the edge of the window, you waited a minute, before jumping down the bar, tiptoed to Four who had his face in his hand. Yours eagerly padding his toned stomach. Some words whispered in his ear made him look at you.

“Luv ....” his Brits’ accent coming out rougher at the sweet name, he saw your eyes changed as soon as he said it.

“Fuck!” he lunged to you, caging your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours, you giggled inevitably, hands on his low waist you step back to the bedroom, falling on the bed you squealed as he grabbed your thighs to anchor them around his hips.

One fired the bombs placed by Two and Three at the bottom of Rovach’s tower, destroying his statues and freaking him out, just what you wanted.

Back in the car on the way to the boat, you watched the streets’ CCTVs. You were blown away by the people following Murat’s words without doubts, News around the world were relaying the coup underway. Phase 1 was a success. 

Settling on the boat everyone started to suit up.

“So I get a gun!” you beamed as One handed you an USP-45

“I’m not sure it’s safe after all.” He tried to retrieve it from your grip

“Three carries a gun, I think we throw safety away at that moment.”

One thought about it for a second. He handed you a second gun.

You kept a comm’ open for Two and Three just in case.

“Two, you’re good?” you called in her comm’

“The party is going crazy,”

“Great, we’re on our way. Over.”

// 

“Three, what’s your ETA?” you waited a few seconds “Three?”

“you evil fuck!” he angrily yelled 

“That’s..., not an ETA..” 

Then you heard a loud crash, him scream and another crashing sound.

“Tell me you’re not dead, you idiot!” you let his comm’ open, updating One on Three status. 

One wasn’t worried “He’s a strong motherfucker, he’ll make it.” 

He was right, soon hearing gunshots and Three trash talk you caught yourself smiling relieved, this crazy dude is immortal!

Four got out the cabin as you passed by it “Ooo I love the wetsuit!” you eyed him up and down.

The corner of his mouth quirked up “Hands off lady,” he looked around for Five or One, “It’s to cover your cute ass out there,”

“And I’ll cover yours,” you swat his wetsuit-clad butt, he swiftly caught your hand and shove you into the cabin before the others could see anything. “What..,” his lips eagerly pressed on yours. Kissing you like it was the last time he’d be able to do so. Seeing his confidence fading in his eyes you hug him tight “It’s gonna work out,” as he tightened his embrace you saw One over his shoulder, at the door, watching you. Since when was he there you didn’t know, and right now you couldn’t care less. He disappeared as you kissed Four’s cheek.

“Is there metal in there?” One nodded at your neck, he didn’t assess anything about earlier.

You shrugged “I don’t know” strapping a knife at your calf.

“Leave it here”

“I’m not leaving it here!” you sounded offended

“Leave the cross here Eight!” One argued back

Groaning you removed the cross, kissing it, storing it in the inside pocket of your duffle bag.

“When will you stop defying everything I say,”

“You see any cross,” you dramatically pull your collar

“You know what I’m talking about,” he left to drop the submarines.

Seventh chapter - Haunt the living

Only 2 chapters left, not gonna lie my favorite is the last one. I’d like to already thanks everyone who’s be reading this fiction, I see you, thank you.

A/N: don’t forget to double tap if you liked it. 🙏  

[hopesbarnes]

Underneath

Summary: When your best friend offers to help relieve your stress you say yes. It spirals into months of the best sex of your life. But things can’t stay that simple.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut (bondage, oral, cockwarming), Cursing 

A/N: Written for @morsmordrethings​ 1k writing challenge. I had the prompt “Don’t act so innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago” I also used prompts 5, 53, & 82 from @justforshitsandcackles smut prompt list

It started seven months ago, on a particularly rough day. 

The alarm clock never switched after daylight savings, meaning when it rang at 6 a.m. it was already 7. Considering work started at 8 and was a 20-minute train ride away (not counting the stop to pick up the boss’ coffee) there was no way to get there on time. Panicking, you quickly dressed, fixed your hair and rushed out the door. 

The line in the coffee shop was insane. It was a Monday morning, but still. You ordered the coffees and anxiously looked at the watch hoping it would pause altogether. But the minutes kept ticking. Eventually, the coffee was finished and you ran to the subway. You were 10 minutes behind schedule already. 

Then, on the dreaded ride, someone bumped into you and you spilled your coffee all over your white coat. At least it was yours, not your boss’. The stain certainly wouldn’t come out of the coat though.

15 minutes late you arrived at the office, only to see the pile of papers on the desk. On top of them was a sticky note of tasks for today (including getting lunch). Which would be fine if you were a secretary and not a legal clerk. You shouldn’t even have to get her coffee. But this job was the best track for your career so you sucked it up and got through the tasks. 

Then you got a text from the guy you were supposed to go on a date with that night saying he was ‘busy’ and couldn’t make it. So there goes any luck of relieving any stress. So you decided to work later and do some of tomorrow’s tasks and just call out the next day and claim you were sick.

Finally, a few hours later you were home, stressed, and hungry. So you texted your best friend.

Y/N: Need food, and to smile. Come over?

Bucky: Already on my way with pizza.

Y/N: Marry me?

Bucky: Buy me a pretty diamond and then we’ll talk.

Bucky arrived a little while later, with pizza in one hand, and one of his sweatshirts in the other. It was the one you kept begging to borrow because it looked super comfortable.

“Figured you might need this, long day?” he asked shrugging.

“You have no clue,” you replied grabbing the food and sweatshirt.

“Wanna talk about it?”

You recount the long day while eating the pizza and he listens intently. 

“... Plus I’m stressed and was gonna do something about that with the guy I told you about but clearly, he flaked. I just, argh!” you say throwing your head back yelling out of frustration. 

“I mean, if you’re that stressed I could help?” Bucky said biting his lip.

“And do what, fuck me?” you laugh. Except he’s not laughing back. “Shit, really?”

“I mean, you’re so pent up and I haven’t had a good lay in months. Would it really be that bad?”

“What about our friendship? The minute we see each other naked, things will inevitably change!” you say while standing up. 

“I’m fine with that. You’re my best friend, I trust you. This won’t change anything. It’s not like we want to date or fall in love. Just want to let off some steam.” 

“Okay,” you say, not letting yourself overthink this.

“Okay?” he asks and you nod. He follows you to where you are standing in the living room.

 “How do we even start-” you try to say but are cut off. Bucky takes matters into his own hands and picks you up and backs you against a wall. Within a second he has you pushed up against him and startles you with a kiss. 

The first thought you have is, “this isn’t weird” which is followed closely by “fuck, he can kiss.” Then it becomes a tug of war, who can put more into it. You’re tugging his lip, he’s moaning as you pull his hair, until finally you give way and let him dominate your mouth. Giving in has never tasted this good. Why weren’t you doing this with him the whole time?

His body fits perfectly against yours, and sometime during the kiss, you start grinding against him. It’s almost embarrassing until he groans and situates his leg between your thighs. 

The kiss only pauses long enough for the two of you to catch your breath. Before your mind clears his lips are already on yours again. Kissing doesn’t feel like this. Kissing him shouldn’t feel like this. But you’re stressed and horny and just want him. 

Your shirt and bra are pulled off somewhere along the line, and he doesn’t waste a minute to run his fingers over your nipples. He’s putting everything into the kiss and still manages to pay attention to your breasts. 

You pause the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, and can’t help but admire him. Since when was Bucky so fit? He must work out to look like that, but you can’t recount a single time you’ve seen him go to a gym. You quickly pull yourself from the thought to find him hiking your skirt up and kneeling in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he pulls down your underwear and kisses up your thigh.

“Relieving some stress, thought we already went over that?” he asked cheekily. 

“Nobody’s ever done that for.. OH!” your sentence gets cut off as he flicks his tongue against you. The motion catches you off guard and feels incredible. He takes his time using his mouth to lap every inch and slowly build your orgasm. When his fingers join in you shatter, and ride it out on his fingers.

“That was...” you mumble still dizzy. 

“You taste good,” he remarks and meets your lips for another kiss. “We don’t have to do anything else tonight, just wanted to help you out.”

“It’s been way too long if you don’t fuck me Bucky I’ll be pissed. My vibrator has been used way too many hours and needs a break.” he laughs darkly at this and lifts you up. Your lips meet and he kisses you until you reach the bedroom. 

You quickly remove the skirt as he pulls off his pants. His cock strains against the material of his boxers. You feel almost giddy at the notion of him inside of you. Before he can remove the boxers you pull them down for him. 

He pulls you back up and kisses you again. The two of you can’t go more than a few minutes without your lips together. It’s as if he is oxygen. The two of you fall against the bed.

“I’m on the pill and clean,” you rush out awkwardly.

“M’clean too, you sure about this?” he asks.

“Positive,” you reply.

“You’re more than just a one night stand, you know?” he says as he sinks into you. 

It takes a few moments for him to be fully seated, and he gives you a second to adjust. But eventually, he sets a fast pace that has you digging your fingers into his shoulders. Little moans fall from your lips and mix with the groans from his. The sounds fill the air and you feel alive. Sex with your best friend shouldn’t feel this good. It isn’t awkward or weird, it’s just right. And the thought scares you. But your head is clouded with pleasure and before you know it the two of you are falling apart.

You lay breathless next to Bucky. He’s just as out of breath like you, and the thought fills you with pride. 

“I should go,” he says.

“Stay,” you mumble as sleep creeps up. 

“Okay.”

He stays the night and sleeps cuddled up with you. 

The next four months followed the same way. One of you got stressed, texted the other and before long you were coming undone with him. Your friendship stayed as strong, and feelings didn’t get involved, yet. 

Sleeping with a friend is different in a good way. Trust was already established long before you jumped into bed, so you felt safe with him. There was no pressure that sex would impact the relationship because there was no relationship. When you didn’t like something, you told him instead of keeping it quiet to not hurt his ego. And when he did something you loved, god you voiced that too. You felt comfortable, and it made the sex that much better.

One day after, you laid in bed trying to catch your breath. 

“That-” you breathed out, “was fantastic.” Bucky nodded.

“You got real excited when I started complimenting you. Guess I should do that more, huh?” he asked.

“I think I might have a praise kink,” you giggled.

“Think you got any others?” he turned to his side to look at you. 

“Yeah, I- maybe?” you shrugged.

“Don’t get shy on me now, doll.”

“I well- My last boyfriend didn’t like anything other than just straight missionary. Said anything but was wrong. I tried to bring up that I wanted to try things but he just shot it down,” you admitted. 

“He’s an asshole,” Bucky declares. “We could maybe experiment if you want?”

“Really?” you asked excitedly. 

“Let’s each make a list and see what we both come up with. Definitely gonna praise you more, that was great.”

You move to hit his arm but laugh nonetheless. 

The two of you made lists and combined the ones both of you wanted to try. There was also a second list of things you both wanted to try but weren’t ready for yet. The first combined list consisted of bondage, using toys, dom/sub, vibrator panties in public, and cockwarming. The sheer idea of the list was exciting.

The two of you planned to try each one at least once. First up was bondage. The idea of being tied up always excited you and Bucky loved the idea of having complete control over you. You worked out a safeword, and what to do if it was too much and then got ready. You stripped and laid on the bed waiting for Bucky to come into the room. 

A few minutes later Bucky entered with a blindfold and silk ties. He looked nervous but excited to try this out.

“I went and got this stuff if you don’t want to use the blindfold it’s okay- we don’t have to,” he said scratching his neck.

“I want to use it. Bucky, I trust you. I am giving complete control to you, okay. So after I kiss you one more time no more second-guessing yourself. Got it?” you declare. He nods and you give him a sweet kiss then lay back down on the bed.

As if a completely different guy, Bucky takes off his shirt and starts to tie your hands to the headboard. After double-checking that they’re secure but not too tight he put the blindfold on you. The idea that he was in charge lit a fire in you and adding the lack of sight made this thrilling. 

His hands ran up your body and lightly brushed against your nipples. Your body arched in response and a sigh left your lips. 

“Such a pretty body. So responsive too,” he said as he continued to caress the skin. His lips kissed down your neck and stopped to suck a hickey on the top of your breasts.

“Love leaving marks where only I get to see them. Such a good girl letting me mark you.” You moaned at his words. The possessiveness made you happy, and in the back of your mind, you knew that wasn’t a good thing. But at the moment it didn’t matter.

“You gonna be a good girl and suck me? Huh, bet you’d love to get your mouth on me?” 

“Please!” you blurted and opened your mouth in response, wanting him to continue to praise you. You heard rustling and figured he was undressing. He laughed at your eagerness and you felt the bed dip as he came closer to you. You started sucking once he entered your mouth, and soon gave in and let him face fuck you. He pinned you down beneath him, and you couldn’t move at all. All you could do is feel his hips thrust his cock deep into your mouth and you had to take it all. You couldn’t move away, and you loved that fact. Bucky’s thrusts got quicker and he shot his load into your tongue for you to swallow.

“God, you’re great at that. Best mouth I’ve ever had on me.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Sir huh? Think I kinda like that as much as you like me telling you how good you are,” he said and you smiled. 

You felt him kiss down your body and stopped at your core. He kissed all around where you wanted him most, teasing you, knowing you couldn’t do anything to stop him.

“James, stop teasing!” 

He pulled away for a second only to finally touch where you needed him. He licked and flicked his tongue against the slit before sucking your neglected clit into his mouth. You let out a loud moan and thrashed against him. He just grabbed your hips and held you against him and didn’t let up as you orgasmed against him. 

“That was incredible,” you breathed out. Bucky undid the ties and you slipped the blindfold off. You got up to clean yourself off and when you got back to the bed you snuggled yourself against him.

“You’re really fucking good at making me cum,” you told him. He blushed a deep red and stuttered.

“Uhm- thank you. I don’t really know what else to say to that,” he said still red as a tomato.

“Don’t act so innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago,” you said giggling. He laughed with you.  

“Thank you really though,” you whispered a few minutes later and kissed him softly.

“No need to thank me, that was something I wanted to try too.”

As you fell asleep in his arms you knew that this more than just a friends with benefits kind of situation. No guy had ever tried this hard to make you feel comfortable. You couldn’t imagine not doing this with him. But you stuffed that voice down. Dating your best friend would be a bad idea, and you shouldn’t spoil a good thing like this. 

Over the three months that followed the two of you continued tackling the list. In between the kinky adventures were regular good sex, movie marathons, and complaining about work over meals. Which brought you to now. There was only one more item on your list and tonight you were going to do it.

Despite it being the tamest, cockwarming was the one act on the list that seemed the most daunting. It seemed like such an intimate act and with the growing feelings you were suppressing every day it would only make it more intimate. But, you promised to try it at least once. 

Bucky set up a movie to watch and you removed the pj shorts and underwear you had on and he took off his bottoms as well. He was already hard from you palming him, so you put a condom on his length and straddled him.

“You ready?” you asked.

He hummed in agreement and you lowered yourself down on him. Once you adjusted into a comfortable position he draped the blanket over the two of you and you rested your head against his chest and turned to try and watch the movie.

Having Bucky deep within you and not moving was frustrating. Not only was being this close to him breaking down the walls you built but it also kept you incredibly horny. You just wanted to rock your hips and have him pound you into oblivion. But every time you squirmed he held your hips down and told you to stop. It went on for an hour before you had enough.

“Bucky, can I move, please!” you pleaded.

“Pretty girl wants more huh?”

“This is agonizing! I’ve been so aroused I don’t even know what’s going on in the movie. All I want is you,” you admit.

“Guess you’ve been good enough,” he says before pushing you down to the couch still deep in you. 

He leans over and kisses you slowly, his hips keeping the same pace. The two of you have never done slowly before. Usually, it’s a mix of rough thrusts and sloppy kisses. But something about the deliberate speed and soft touches of his lips feel heavenly. He continues the speed for a while and you lose yourself in the feeling. Eventually, the pleasure accumulates and you see stars. Bucky doesn’t follow too far behind and he goes to dispose of the condom as you redress in just your shirt and underwear, and him just his pants and boxers. 

“That was… different,” you admit. 

“Different bad?” he asks.

“No, just different.” 

“Y/N, I really like you,” he says and you freeze.

“No you don’t,” you reply quickly. 

“Come on, you and I both know this is more than just sex. I really like you, and I think we would be good together. Like together together?”

“You’re my best friend!” you yell at him.

“Friends don’t do this kind of shit!” he yells back. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it. We’ve been more than friends for a long time. Ever since seven months ago when we first fucked!” Tears are streaming down your face now and you’re pacing the living room. 

“You’re my best friend,” you repeat quieter. “I can’t like you. This,” you motion your hand between the two of you, “Is to relieve stress, and explore what we couldn’t with previous partners. It’s not supposed to become a relationship. You’re not supposed to be my one. Because then we would fuck it up. I would lose you. Bucky, I can’t lose you.” you say the tears freely falling now. 

“You won’t lose me, doll,” he says softly.

“I think you should go,” you say harshly and turn to go to your bedroom shutting the door behind you. You head sounds from the living room and then the front door shut. It’s then that you completely fall apart. Your heart wanted to be happy with Bucky. But you knew logically that letting yourself love him would only lead to heartbreak. He was your best friend, and you refused to live without him. But pushing him away now left you without him anyway. 

A month passed without him around. You got up, got your bosses coffee and headed to work. You worked long hours, completing everything you had in front of you, and refiling the entire office. You moved around all your furniture and bought new decor for your apartment. You did whatever you could to make up for the lack of him around. Cooking didn’t make you miss him less, nor did knitting. Eventually, you had to come to terms with the fact that you were in love with your best friend. And that it’s okay to love him. So you decided to show up at his door and tell him what you should have already.

You picked up a pizza on the way and rang his doorbell once you arrived at his apartment. He answered it and looked as awful as you did. His hair was longer, and the start of a beard showed. The bags under his eyes gave away the fact he probably wasn’t sleeping and you felt shittier than you had before.

“That’s my sweatshirt,” he says pointing at what you’re wearing. “What?” you ask then look down and realize you’re wearing the sweatshirt he gave you close to a year ago. “Oh, uh- sorry.” 

“I brought pizza and an apology,” you say and he opens the door wider to let you in. 

You walk over to his couch and set the pizza down on the coffee table. His apartment looks as well as he does and it makes you feel all the more worse. 

“I freaked out when you told me you liked me,” you start.

“That’s an understatement,” he says dryly as he grabs a piece of pizza. 

“For as long as I can remember I’ve had you. Through jobs and ex’s you’ve been the one constant,” you start to explain. He simply keeps eating the pizza and looks at you to continue. “I’m really bad at relationships. I always fuck them up and they end. When you said you liked me all I could think is that I would mess it all up. Then I would lose you. But really, I lost you by not even trying.” You fidget with your hands and look down at them. 

“Bucky I really like you too. Have for a little while. Like, more than like you. God, all I think about is you. Your smile, the way you run your hand through your hair, everything. You consume all my thoughts and it’s scary as hell. Falling in love with you is scary as hell,” the last sentence comes out as more of a whisper, but he hears it nonetheless and drops the pizza in his hand.

You grab a slice from the floor and place it on the table as he looks at you shocked. “You love me?” he asks.

All you can manage is to nod in response.

“I love you too. If you haven’t figured out I’m bad at relationships too. Girls never stick around. But this is different, we’re different. If you’re up for it I want to try.”

“I’m up for it,” you say and that’s all it takes for him to lift you off the couch and kiss you deeply.

“Wanna explore sex while in love now?” he asks and you laugh at his cheesiness.

“I want to explore everything with you.” 

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Hawks x f! Reader

child wish

There may be many grammar mistakes because English is not my native language and I apologize for that. If you have any suggestions for improving then let me know:)

word count: 3828

contains: NSFW, breeding kink (kinda)

It was a hard life working as a pro hero. Especially when you’re the number 2 hero in Japan. Keigo, known as Hawks, always had a handful of work, so it was almost impossible to think about other things like having a peaceful life, not having the attention of the media on him, going shopping like a normal person or dating a girl. The last one was definitely out of reach when you have to save lifes every day and barely would have time for taking care of a relationship. So Keigo accepted this disadvantage of being a hero. In the end it would only hurt his partner and eventually cause her to leave him voluntarily.

That’s what he thought until he met you. Kind, cute, funny, laughs about his jokes and is understanding of his work. You don’t complain about him comming back home so late at night or when he suddenly needs to go because something urgent happened. After all you were aware of all that when you two started dating. You were just perfect. Though, Keigo still felt bad about all those lonely nights you spent without him or when you don’t even realize when he comes back because you’re already asleep. For the first time in his life he felt scared of losing someone. He was so in love with you that he couldn’t think about living without you. So one day he proposed to you and fortunately, you said yes. Even though it was a dangerous decision, Keigo just couln’t let go of the thought of you being by his side forever. He swore he would protect you no matter what.

And so the days of you as a married couple passed by. You two were so happy and deeply in love. After 2 years Keigo wanted to have something that was the symbol of your love and would bound you two together even more. He wanted a child. A litte mix of him and you running through your house, laughing and you doing family stuff together. This thought made his heart beat faster and he couldn’t wait any longer to finally ask you. But it had to be special, of course. So he had already prepared something for this.

“Can you just tell me where exactly we are going?” you asked impatiently. You two were sitting in the car and Keigo was driving through the city to go to a particular place.

“We’re almost there, lovebird.” He said smiling. Of course it would have been faster, if he just flew with you in his arms to the destination, but that would have caught too many eyes and right now he didn’t want any paparazzis sticking to his ass and ruining his plans with you.

Your curiosity only increased, as you left the city behind and stopped in front of a forest. Keigo knew that you loved nature and hiking. When he has free time, you always ask him to go for a walk at the mountains or in the forest. He found your expression of fascination, when you admire the beauty of nature, really cute.

Keigo grabbed a basket, which was packed with small snacks, out of the trunk. With your hand in his he led you through the forest. It was a little bit dark because a few clouds were covering the sun, but you still were amazed of the sight of the green which surrounded you. Luckily, you didn’t cross ways with any citizens, who would only take away his precious time with you.

“We’re almost there.” Keigo said in a singing voice. You giggled and were really excited about the surprise, which he had prepared for you. When you finally arrived, it was like you were sent back to time when you had your first date.

You were surrounded by large trees and different kind of flowers decorated the grass underneath you and you could hear the sounds of flowing water, which belonged to the creek nearby. A yellow checkered picnic blanket was spread out on the ground with red rose petals on it. It wasn’t much but it was exactly like when he had took you out for the first time.

“It’s wonderful.” You said while turning around to face your husband, who stood there with the basket in the one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

“Let’s enjoy our time, shall we?” He shook the bottle in his hands and gave you a charming smile, which you always loved to see on his face. Keigo was indeed an attractive man. And additionally with his position as the number 2 hero, he was popular especially among females.

You two sat down and he took out snacks like sandwiches topped with your favourite things, of course chicken wings and much more and two wine glasses. After he filled your glasses with the red liquid, you clinked them together and began to enjoy your time. Keigo even left his phone at home so that nobody could interrupt this moment with his beloved wife. Maybe his sidekicks will complain about him that they couldn´t contact him but right now he didn’t care. You were just sitting there and talked about different kind of things or he tells you some jokes, which make you laugh.

Actually, he wasn’t that kind of person, rather more like a spontaneous guy but since he met you he wanted everything to be perfect. Even though he sometimes thinks that he didn’t deserve you, Keigo still couldn’t stand the thought of you being together with somebody else, who would have more time for you.

As time went by, your bellies were already full of snacks and wine. Your head leant against his chest and he had his arm wrapped around your waist. It was finally time to tell you his dearest wish.

“So you know, I’ve been thinking a lot about this and-” His speech got interrupted by a loud thunder and after that a lightning lit up the forest. You startled and removed yourself from the warmth of his body. A few drops fell down from above and landed on your face.

‘God damn, why now?’ Keigo thought in annoyance.

“Oh no! Let’s go to the car!” you said panicked. Keigo helped you to pack all the things back into the basket and folded the blanket together. You two ran through the forest and by now it was already raining heavily.

When you arrived at the car and got in, you were already wet, your clothes soaked from the rain. Keigo swore inside his mind, insulting himself for not including the weather when he was planning this. Another thunder was heard followed by a bright lightning.

“That was unexpected.” You said breaking the silence. “Maybe we should head home now.”

Keigo looked beside him at the passanger seat where you sat and an immediate blush showed across his face. Your white dress, in which you always looked so pure, was soaking wet, letting him see your lightblue bra underneath the fabric. You had drops of water on you, running down your delicate skin. Strands of hair were sticking to your face. The sight of your whole body drenched from the rain, made his pants got tighter around his crotch. Keigo gulped down the lump inside his throat. He was thankful for the rain to give him such a sight, even though it ruined his plans.

“(V/N).” He finally began to speak. You looked at him and also got flushed from his appearance. It was a delicious sight of him, all wet from head to toe. You could clearly see the traces of his abs through his wet shirt and the drops of water in his hair made him look more handsome than he already was. You could feel the arousal rising in between your thighs.

“There is something I wanted to tell you.” Keigo breathed in the air, which smelled like freshly fallen rain. And again a lightning with a thunder appeared and lit up the inside of the car. “I…want a child.”

Silence fell again. The only sounds you could hear was the heavy rain falling and the thunder which was miles away from you. You widened your eyes and your entiry face turned red this time. Keigo was smiling with a tint of flush on his nose and cheeks, his eyes looking at you in a soft way. He finally said it.

A number of emotions built up inside you and you whole face lit up. You almost bursted out of joy, but wanted to cry at the same time.

“Me too!” You answered and left your seat to give him a tight hug. “I’d love to have a little family!”

He shivered as your cold body and his were pressed together, your soaked clothes sticking to his. With his hands he cupped your face and looked you in the eyes. You were so beautiful. The lightning lit up the car again and his handsome feature was illuminated by the light. Golden eyes shining down on you like a hawk spotting its prey on earth. Seeing him like this so close made your arousal only worse.

His head moved forward as your staring competition continued. And then after his hot breath hit your face, he placed his lips on yours. It was so gentle and so magical. You put your hands on his chests and melted into the kiss, your lips moving in synchro with each other. Butterflies were flying inside your belly and the sounds from outside were deaf to your ears. After a long time you two parted away and looked deep into each others eyes. Both of you knew that it wasn’t enough and you wanted more. Keigo’s thumb traced your bottom lip and pulled it a little down, so that your mouth was slightly open for him to put his tongue inside you. His hot muscle explored the inside and twirled it around yours. Your hands moved to his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Sloppy sounds of your heated make out could be heard. Your saliva mixed together and ran down your chin. Keigo’s hand moved to your seat and pulled on a lever which made the backrest fall back on its own.

He climbed over to your side, not breaking the heated kiss and lay your body down with him hovering above you. As you felt that you were running out of oxygen, you finally parted away, a string of saliva still connecting you for a short time before it broke.

“Are we…seriously going to do it…here.” You tried to say while still breathing heavily.

“I can’t wait til we get home.” Keigo said, opening the three buttons on your wet dress to get access to your breasts. “And the idea of sex in a car is kinda hot.”

You blushed at his statement but also couldn’t deny it. On top of that, you both were horny as fuck. As soon as Keigo opened the last button, your breasts sprang out of your dress, as the pressure of the tight fabric against your chest was gone. He attacked your neck, leaving purple marks on your skin while he shoved your lightblue bra with a little bow in the middle up, your tits bouncing out of the cups. With his hands he began to massage them carefully, but his grib got rough as he wanted to hear more of your cute moans. Your boobs were always so soft and elastic, it reminded him of the japanese candy Mocchi. Keigo put your pink nipples between his fingers, squeezing and pulling on them. His mouth left your neck and wandered down, kissing in between your breasts.

He buried his face in between them, pressing your boobs against his cheeks and breathed in your unique scent, which made you gasp of the strange feeling. It’s something that Keigo always likes to do because he claims that this place is the only part of your body where he could smell your scent clearly. And he was obsessed with it. Your smell can’t be described perfectly, but if he had to, he would say that it smells like lavender with a little touch of vanilla and freshly peeled oranges. It may sound like a strange combintaion and you looked at him questioningly when he described it to you once, but for him it was the only way to define it.

“Keigo…” He looked up to your flushed face and almost forgot how long he was sandwiched in between your breasts, as he was lost in enjoying your smell.

“Sorry, I didn’t notice.” A chuckle escaped his mouth. He removed his face and kissed your lips once again for a short time. “Now, should we begin with the main course.”

A smirk appeared on his face again and you could only nod. His hands travelled down to your legs, stroking your wet and cold skin. His heat spread over to your body and it was already enough to warm you up. After he pinched your flesh a few times, his hands went under your dress up to your panties. Your breathing stocked in anticipation, as he grabbed it on each side and pulled it painfully slow down. His fingers tenderly brushed against your skin which gave you goosebumps. After it was finally removed from your legs and thrown back to the back seats, Keigo held up one leg and kissed your inner thigh, while starring at you in a seductive way that made your heart skip a beat. Then he took off his jacket and his soaked white shirt.

Saliva gathered inside your mouth, as you had a full view of his upper body now. No matter how often you saw him shirtless, it always was a heavenly view and whenever he walked around the house with no shirt on you just want to throw yourself at him and want him to fuck you on the ground. Keigo’s smirk got wider, as he noticed your staring. He knew what you had inside your mind. Everybody thinks that you were an innocent and sweet girl but only Keigo knew that naughty side of you when you’re begging him for more while he’s shoving his cock inside your pussy. You weren’t the pure woman that everyone thought you would be.

“I help you with that.” He pulled on your dress and you held your arms up so that he could pull the fabric over your head. The dress and your bra also joined your underwear and his shirt at the back seats, where Keigo threw all the unnecessary clothes away.

The cold air, which hit your skins, was bearly noticeable, as the heat inside your bodies only grew by the minute. You two definitely were going to be sick the next day but this though didn’t even cross your minds, as the fog of lust took over your thinkings. Keigo couldn’t wait any longer so he unbuckled his belt of his pants while sucking in the sight of your naked body with your flushed face underneath him. As soon as he slid down the unwantig cloth with his shorts he positioned his stiff member in front of your entrance, sliding the tip up and down your slit. It was already wet enough for him to slide it inside you in one go. You put your arms around his neck, starring into each others eyes.

“Keigo, please.” You begged and every time his name slipped pass your lips he could go crazy.

He placed his lips on yours and immediately shoved his tongue inside your mouth again. Meanwhile he slipped his head of his cock, that already had a pearl of precum on the tip, inside your dripping pussy. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his thick member stretching your walls, as he moved further forward. It took him a while to slide his whole length inside because he wanted to feel every part of your pussy, from the outside til the back. It felt like his cock melted, as he left the cold air and entered your heat. Keigo grunted, loving the feeling of how you remembered the shape of his dick and squeezed around it perfectly.

He didn’t waist more time and began to move with slowly but deep thrusts so that he were able to reach every part of your inside. Loud moans drowned the sounds of the pouring rain outside, the thunder and lightning had already stopped but neither of you noticed that small detail. Your hot and heavy breathing got visible through the cold air. Keigo grabbed you thighs, putting them on each side of his hips, and squeezing your tender flesh. But as much as he liked to see your whole body with your bouncing breasts that matched his rhythm of his thrusts, he liked it even more to feel it rubbing against his own skin, so his hands moved from your legs behind to your back and lifted your upper body so that you were pressed against his, leaving no space between you.

He attacked your neck, giving you more marks that will last for at least one week. A smile formed on his lips, as he remembered how you always complain about it that his hickeys last so long and that you always have to hide them somehow. But right now it seemed like you didn’t care, screaming his name while asking for more. With your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist, you were clinging to him like a baby koala to its mother.

“Need…more…faster, fuck, please faster.” You begged, biting his neck and also leaving a mark on his skin.

First, Keigo didn’t respond to your request and continued his slow pace but eventually he also got tired of it. He sped up his thusts little by little, til he was pounding inide you with an incredible force. You body was laid down again with your legs against your chest so that he was able to move faster with more intensive thrusts. Your moans got louder, as he showed you heaven on earth and also more sounds were heard from the bird man. He wanted to spread his wings of peasure but as there wasn’t enough space they hit the ceiling of the car.

“Ahhhh, s-so deep!” You held the armrest as tight as you could, whereby your knuckles got white from the pressure of your grip.

“Damn, car sex really is…the fucking good.” Keigo grunted through gritted teeth while pounding inside you like there’s no tomorrow. “Just imagine…someone finds us fucking in a car like animals, ahh shit, and making a baby.”

You walls clenched harder around his girth, as the image crossed your mind. Keigo smirked, feeling your stingy pussy sucking him in even more. “Oh, you like the idea?”

Suddenly he stopped which made you whimper from the lack of pleasure and grabbed you by the shoulders, shoving your face against the car window of the passanger seat.

“Wait, what are you-” You moaned as he picked up his pace again, fucking you from behind while his chest was pressed against your back. The window cooled down your warm face, and you were able to see the grey landscape with the rain drops flowing down the glass.

“Fuck, maybe if you’re lucky, somebody crosses by and sees how well I pleasure my wife.” Keigo grunted in your ear, holding your chin with two fingers.

He knew that nobody would go out in this weather but he smirked as your walls clenched around him, as you thought about it. The glass got fogged up from your hot panting, your sweat and drool were sticking onto the window. Suddenly a loud moan escaped your lips as Keigo hit your sweet spot. With the tip of his cock he penetrated that special place, giving you the ecstasy that let you scream out his name. You thought he couldn’t go any faster but oh were you wrong. After all he isn’t called the fastest man in Japan for nothing. Your pussy tightened after every intensive thrust which was enough to sent Keigo over the edge.

“Shit, you’re sucking me in way too much.” His hands wandered down to play with your clit, helping you to get to your orgasm too.

“Ahh, Keigo, give me all your semen!” You interwined your hand with his, looking over your shoulder to show him your face which was all messed up thanks to him.

“Fuck, take my sperm and bear my child, baby.” With his last powerful thrusts he spurted his hot cum inside, fucking it deeper into you. The feeling of him filling you up with his thick fluids gave you the rest and you felt the familiar knot inside your stomach. You moaned loudly, as finally your orgasm arrived. Keigo’s finger pressed your lips of your pussy around his cock so that his precious semen stayed inside you and nothing would go down your legs and get wasted. He stayed like this for minutes to make sure that every single drop reached the back of your womb.

“Just imagine…telling your child…that he was made in a car…” You joked around, still trying to catch your breath while you came down from your orgasm.

“I can’t wait for you to get pregnant.” Keigo chuckled and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “With a round belly, tits full of milk and I’ve heard that sex with pregnant woman is the best.”

“You wish, when it’s time I won’t let you touch me.” You giggled, leaning your body against his, concentrating on his touch as he explored your sweaty body with his hands.

You moved forward, trying to slide his dick out of your pussy but as soon as you moved, Keigo pressed you down on the passanger seat and starred at you with hungry eyes. Suddenly you could feel his cock twitching inside you and it still was hard as a rock. Your (E/C) eyes widened as you realized what’s going to come next.

“Do you really think we’re already done yet?” Keigo smirked, his golden pupils glowing. “I will only stop when the rain is over or when I’m sure that I’ve bred your thoroughly. We’re gonna make lot of little chicks.”

And there you two went for the next round. And then again. And again. Let’s just say the rain didn’t stop til the next day and you spent the night in the car. Keigo didn’t even stop penetrating your hole when there was a bulge on your belly visible which was caused by the multiple times he filled you with his cum. After that you had to buy a new car because the stains of your love juices won’t go out of the seats and the smell of sex lingered inside and won’t go away no matter how many times you cleaned it.

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Calling (44)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

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Vernichtung - Destruction, Annhialation.

It was what you were named and what you were supposed to be but the only thing you wanted to destroy was Bucky Barnes.

The ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on enjoying it quite so much.

But when your past catches up to you in the form of the mad scientist who made you, Bucky might be one of the only things that can save you from yourself. You can’t run from what you are but with his help, you can fight back.

Current Word Count -  121,542

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Chapter Forty-four - Making Love On The Mountain

“We’re not far over the border.” He informed you.

“The Canadian border?”  

He nodded.

“I slept for what, 9 hours?” You squeaked, surprised.

There was a small smirk on his face.

“We took the jet didn’t we?”You said, shaking you head at him.

“Yeah, I drove you onboard. You slept for three hours. Natasha packed your bag for you.” He said, nodding at the duffle bag on the floor.

You got distracted by the view again.

“It’s beautiful.”

“We’re miles from anyone and nobody knows where we are except Tony, Nat and Steve.” He told you.

“So we should talk.” You sighed.

“About what? You pushing me into a lake, tripping me up and posting it on the internet, dousing everybody with truth serum, dousing yourself with truth serum or finally telling me the truth about Vernichtung?” He asked, somewhere between cross and amused.

“Kissing Remy.” You answered.

“Nothing to talk about. He kissed you, you pushed him away and told him you loved me.”

“But”

“That’s it, I saw the whole thing. I know you kissed him back for a second but you had black veins rippling up your arms, it was kiss him back or go Vernichtung on the front doorstep of a school. It wasn’t a choice.”

“You’re being remarkably understanding about this.”

“Because I love you sweetheart, don’t you get that?” He said intensely.

“I know you do but you shouldn’t.

“Because of your ‘shadow self’?”  

You nodded, leaning your head against your knees.

“Wanda knew, Tony knew, I’m assuming Professor Xavier knew?”

“Yeah.”

“And none of them thought any less of you for it. Nobody you told today does either. The only person who can’t see you for what you are is yourself.”

You peered up at him with confused eyes.

“They kept you in a cage for 20 years, only letting you out to cause you pain. Of course you were angry, you’re human. But you were so desperate to be good that you pulled bits of yourself apart like cotton candy and shoved them where they couldn’t be used to hurt anyone. That doesn’t make you evil, Vernichtung’s existence doesn’t make you evil, it just proves how good you are.”

You didn’t answer him, just went back to hiding your face.

“You are good and strong and brave. You will always do the right thing, even if it means doing the wrong thing first. You think nobody should love you? You told me that loving me wasn’t a choice well loving you wasn’t a choice for me either but if it was, I’d choose you.”

You finally looked up at him and saw the raw honesty in his eyes. You reached out and grabbed his shirt, the material at his chest bunching around your fingers as you pulled him forwards. He went willingly, as hungry for your kiss as you were for his.

His arms pulled you closer and you ended up sitting on his lap, your fingers gripping at his shirt as you lost yourself in his kiss.

The thunderous pounding of his heart was the only noise you registered. The unique blend of his cologne and his skin was assaulting your senses in the most wonderful way, making you feel dizzy. His hands squeezing your hips wasn’t enough though, you needed more.

There was a ripping sound and you stifled your laughter as you realised he was literally ripping your jeans off. Between the two of you, you managed to stop kissing long enough to pull your shirts off before you were pressed together again.

You put your knees on either side of his hips and even through the denim material of his jeans you could feel his hardness. Almost of their own accord your hips ground down and he drank down your moans of pleasure as you moved against him, the thin material of your underwear the only protection you had against the rough denim.

You weren’t sure when your bra had come off but it was lying on the bed behind him looking a little torn and you whimpered in need at the thought.

He pushed you off his lap and you almost scowled until you saw him undoing the zipper on his jeans and pulling them off, his body colliding with yours as soon as he was free of them and he pushed you down onto the mattress.

You wrapped your legs around him and pushed, rolling you over so he was under you again. His chest vibrated against yours as he chuckled at your brazenness and his hands slid from your hips, up your stomach and cupped your breasts. Your head rolled back as his thumbs brushed teasingly across your nipples.

“You can be on top if you like doll, doesn’t mean you’re in control.”

With his jeans gone his shaft was even more pronounced and you didn’t waste any time in grinding against it, causing him to hiss. He abandoned your breasts and grabbed at your panties, pulling them apart and leaving you bare as he flung the ruined material off the bed.

His metal hand splayed across your lower back as he leant up, leaning on his flesh hand for support and attacked your lips with renewed fervour. Your teeth clashed together as you kissed, there was no grace or care in it, you just needed to feel one another.

You pushed up, using you thigh muscles to hover over him so you could pull his boxers down, leaving them halfway down his thighs and without any preamble his hand left your back to hold himself steady while you guided your hips down onto his cock. You let out twin moans of contentment as soon as you were fully seated on him.

You gave yourself a minute to adjust before you pushed at his chest so he was lying down on the bed again and gently gyrated against him. His cock brushed against every sensitive spot inside you as your clitoris rubbed against the rough hairs on his groin and you threw you head back in ecstasy, continuing to move your hips against him, letting the pleasure guide you.

He held you steady with one hand on your thigh as his metal hand cupped your breast, teasing and tweaking your nipples as you rode him.

“Shit doll, look at you.” He groaned, looking up at you in rapture.

The more you moved, the better it felt and you used your burning thigh muscles to push yourself up and down as you gyrated. He drew his knees up to plant his feet on the bed and help you, thrusting upwards as you thrust down, meeting you in the middle so your bodies connected in a delightful way and you moaned breathlessly every time.

You looked at him, this dishevelled sex god under you and nearly came at the sight. With his swollen lips, tousled hair and blown pupils he looked positively wrecked. There was a thin sheen of sweat across his chest and the muscles of his abdomen were contracting with every thrust he made. What made you almost come undone though was the look in his eyes, it was pure, untainted love.

“Oh god, James.” You whimpered.

Your hips sped up, your need driving them down faster and harder making you bounce on his cock and he didn’t falter as he matched your pace, his hand on your thigh leaving fingerprint bruises as he held onto you.

“That’s a good girl, ride my cock sweetheart.” He praised you and you keened loudly at his words.

His metal fingers drifted downwards, to the apex of you thighs and the cool metal brushed against your swollen and needy clit as he rubbed in time with your thrusts, bringing your pleasure to new heights as your movements became sloppy and harried. He kept up the momentum, straining his muscles as he sat up, leaning against the headboard.

You quickly fell into the abyss of pleasure, coming apart above him as he continued to thrust into you and rub against you, holding his own orgasm at bay to watch you fall apart with yours. Only when the pulsating of your cunt around him slowed and you collapsed against him did he allow himself to follow your lead, groaning your name as he came inside you while you kissed his throat, you fingers running through his hair.

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You eventually pulled yourself out of the bed to go look around the mountain cabin and found it to be modest but sleek. It was clearly a Bucky Barnes property, not a Stark or Romanov one. Though you supposed it could have been Clint’s or Steve’s but you doubted it.

Or you kind of hoped not as you and Bucky christened as many surfaces as you could, testing the limits of super soldier endurance. You didn’t intent to screw him everywhere, it just kept happening.

He stood in the kitchen, clad in nothing except an unbuttoned pair of jeans as he expertly twirled a knife, cutting an apple and you slammed him against the cupboard and sunk to your knees, freeing his dick from the confines of his jeans and wrapped your lips around it, running your tongue around the tip and moaning at the taste of him. He fisted your hair and swore as you sunk your mouth down on him, taking as much of him deep into you throat as you could, ignoring the sting. The need for oxygen made your eyes burn but you were like a woman possessed as you bobbed your head up and down, sucking and massaging with your tongue. You wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft, letting it help you work his more than considerable length as he watched you, groaning your name and a few choice swear words as he came, his cum shooting down your throat as you swallowed every last drop.

His shirt rode up the back of your thighs exposing a hint of your ass as you stretched onto your tiptoes to lean against the front window and enjoy the view and the next thing you knew you were bent over the back of the sofa while he slammed into you, his hands squeezing and smacking your ass cheeks. He fucked you recklessly hard until you screamed his name while you came before he pulled out and shot hot spurts of cum across your ass.

The sharp edge of the stairs dug into your back as you’d only made it halfway up them before he’d given up and buried his head between your thighs. You had one hand tugging his hair as the other white knuckled the bannister while his mouth sucked your clit relentlessly and two of his metal fingers fucked your pussy. The wooden banister splintered under your grip or your orgasm washed over you.

It wasn’t the last thing to be broken and you hadn’t even been in the cabin for a full 24 hours.

The glass divider on the shower had been smashed by a metal fist while the man attached to the fist fucked you into the wall. You’d both paused for half a second before shrugging and ignoring it.

One of the wooden dining chairs was being used as spare firewood after you rode him a little too hard during a failed attempt at a calm, romantic dinner. In your defence, he didn’t need to lick sauce off his fingers quite so seductively.

The cracked wall plaster behind the wooden desk in the spare room/office was completely your fault though, you were woman enough to admit it. If you hadn’t wanted Bucky to fuck you so hard on it that it had slammed into the wall then you shouldn’t have draped yourself on it with your legs parted, giving him a view of what you weren’t wearing underneath his shirt again.

The cabin was falling apart and you both had bruises and bite mark littering your body. The violent, satisfying sex hadn’t come as a surprise to you. What was surprising was how well the two of you worked outside of the sexcapdes.

Something as simple as doing the dishes was like a well rehearsed dance as you washed and he dried, the two of you automatically moving around one another as you chatted about Steve’s inability to flirt or the new telescope on the roof. It was domestic and comfortable and it felt right.

At the end of the first full day as you snuggled exhaustedly into his chest you grinned happily.

“I love you.”

“I love you too doll.” He responded easily, kissing your head as he switched the light off.

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The moral of the story is that I might shove angst at you but I can make it all better. There’s more from these two to come (pun intended).

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red dress (m)

PAIRING: jung hoseok + reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 2,4k WARNINGS: light bdsm, choking, degrading names, orgasm denial, dom!hoseok - SUMMARY: hoseok finds you getting little handsy with a random guy in the audience and decides to deal with you his own way.

He was fuming.

Not because you chose to wear the little tight red dress you ordered months ago (and for some reason never wore it before), pairing it with your black thigh high boots to partially reveal your long legs – something he felt was for his eyes only.

Not even because of your little dances in the crowd, as you swayed your hips to the rythm, throwing your hands up carelessly and enjoying the night with someone other than him.

Sure, these things made him mad, but it was the way your hips started grinding onto a random blue haired man that really got him fuming. You danced seductively, oblivious to the fact that you had a boyfriend, laughing with some other guy on the opposite side of the venue as if you‘d completely forgotten about everybody else.

So when you walked backstage, a little dizzy from the champagne bubbles and the dancing, you were quite surprised when Hoseok’s hand found your neck, pushing you towards one of the dressing rooms.

Once inside, your back was pushed against the wall, strong hand wrapped around your throat as it squeezed air out of your lungs. You tried to take a deep breath, but no air was released into your lungs, causing you to cough dryly.

„Oh, is my little baby short of oxygen?“ Hoseok fake pouted, grip still as strong as before. „Too bad. You know who was also almost out of breath? Your boyfriend, after seeing you shake your ass for some dude in the audience.“

„I-“ you tried to explain yourself when the black haired man’s hips pushed against yours. If it wasn’t for the lack of air, you sure would’ve gasped.

„You are such a little slut,“ he shook his head, biting his lip as he looked at you through his lashes. „I know you did that on purpose.“

It was true; you kind of wanted to make Hobi jealous, tease him a little. You felt like he did that to you all the time, locking eyes with you whenever he was performing, usually just before he did a seductive move. So you felt like a little payback wouldn’t hurt.

„I’m right, aren’t I? Well, after I’m done with you tonight, you’ll never do this shit again, I promise you that.“ He paused, his hand letting go of your throat, running up and down your leg instead.

You took a deep breath, but not for long. Hoseok then leaned even closer to you, biting down on your earlobe before whispering: „I’m gonna fucking tear you apart, baby doll.“

Well fuck; you did try to tease him, but this was an unfortunate outcome. When Hoseok wanted to be rough, boy, was he rough, and you-

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as your boyfriend peeled himself off of you suddenly, which was when you heard someone calling his name.

„Hoseok? We‘re-“ Namjoons gaze met the older man’s, then yours. It only took him a few seconds, processing your flushed face and Hoseok’s knitted eyebrows before he realized what situation he had just walked into. His suprised expression was quickly turned into a smug one. „We… We’re about to leave for drinks, are you two joining us?“

You didn’t dare answer him.

„Yes… Yes we are,“ Hobi confirmed, squeezing your hand in his. He then smiled at the silver haired rapper, calmly adding „we were just about to leave, actually.“

„Okay,“ Namjoon smiled, although his eyes clearly didn’t buy the story. „Be down in 5.“

You were just about to follow the young man when Hoseok tugged on your hand, forcing your heels to abruptly dig into the ground to stop. „W-What is it?“

„Just one thing before we go, kitten. If you do anything, and i mean anything to piss me off even more, I will make sure your ass will be on fire by tomorrow. Understand?“

„Yes, sir.“

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You gulped as you heard footsteps nearing your bedroom.

You sat there quietly on your knees as your boyfriend approached you, putting a thick leather collar on your neck, followed by a leash made from the same material. His eyes briefly scanned your body and he couldn’t help but smirk when he saw you like this; rosy cheeks, fading love bites on your collarbones and wide eyes gazing at him with expectation.

He loved how vulnerable you’d become as soon as you came home. His look that he gave you once you arrived home was enough for you to hang your head in shame and silently walk into the bedroom. And even though you’d tease him a bit with leaving your dress on, he didn’t mind; as long as he can do anything he wants with you.

„Do you trust me?“ Hoseok asked you.

„Yes… sir,“ you said, adding the honorific just in time.

„Do you know why I am doing this?“

„I… misbehaved, sir.“

He nodded, taking his belt off slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Instead of discarding it though, Hoseok kept the belt in his right hand, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. „Come lay over my lap, will you now, baby?“

„You-you’re using the belt?“ you stuttered before complying, laying stomach down on his lap, shaky hands fumbling with each other in anticipation.

He hummed in response, caressing your ass with his free hand. „It’ll hurt more, and you need to be taught your lesson.“

The first smack of the night was delivered just seconds after Hoseok’s words, your body shaking as the belt slapped against your butt. Another sharp smack was delivered right after, making you yelp out in pain.

„Shut up,“ Hoseok growled, swatting you again. „And stop moving or I’ll use the paddle.“

That made you stop dead in your tracks – you absolutely hated the paddle. You felt like there was nothing more painful than that. He wouldn’t use it on you too often, usually just using as a form of intimidation, but when he did, you couldn’t sit down for weeks.

Smack. Smack. Your ass was on fire by now, Hoseok having no mercy on you as his naughty hands rubbed your butt between each spanking. Every time you’d make as much as a whimper he would stop, pinching your buttocks and giving you a warning. Then he would continue his assault, merciless as ever.

„Good girl… Good fucking girl,“ he praised, his large hands kneading your ass. „Get up.“

You did as you were told, legs trembling with anticipation as Hoseok grabbed you by the collar, pulling you towards him. Your lips automatically pouted towards his, but he pushed you away lightly, chuckling.

„You thought I was going to kiss you? After the stunt you pulled before? Pathetic,“ he smirked, grabbing you by your shoulders and pushing you onto the matress.

„You’re my pathetic little baby, aren’t you? So cute,“ he cooed, running his hands through your hair lightly. Before you knew it, your hands were being tied with Hobi’s belt, locking them in place above your head.

„That’s just to make sure you won’t misbehave – again – while I go fetch some stuff,“ he informed you. „Don’t rub your legs together either, I won’t be nice if you do.“

As if he were nice up until this point, you thought. While waiting, all you could think about was his all-black outfit that he wore tonight, his silver rings adorning his slender fingers and his damp raven hair, that you so desperately wanted to run your fingers through.

Your thoughts were interrupted as he entered the room again, a box in his hands. „Baby… You’re dripping,“ he breathed out. „And I didn’t even touch you yet. What a fucking slut.“

You whined, eyes closed, your core desperately needing attention.

„You like when I call you that, huh?“ Hoseok crawled on top of you, sitting on your legs so that you wouldn’t move. „You dirty, dirty girl. I wonder if you’re going to like this.“

Suddenly, you heard the fabric of your dress being cut. Your eyes shot open as you lifted your head to see what your boyfriend was doing. And sure enough, he was holding a pair of scissors in his hand, cutting your dress in half. „No! What are you doing?“

He smirked at you. „Take a wild fucking guess, kitten. I’m making sure you’ll never wear this skimpy outfit again.“ At this point, the dress was cut up to your bellybutton. „I don’t want people looking at what’s mine.“

„I- I thought you liked my outfit, sir. I wore it just for you…“

„Oh, I bet you did. You wore it just to tease me, to make my dick hard. Well congratu-fucking-lations, doll, you won that part,“ he stopped suddenly, realizing you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.

„So… So you decided to let your tits hang out of your dress, hm? For me? I bet it was for that sleazy dude you were grinding onto,“ Hoseok growled, tearing the rest of your dress from your body. „I bet that’s all he was looking at. I bet he wanted to finger that little cunt of yours, hm? Well too fucking bad, because this cunt,“ he trailed off, rubbing your pussy with his free hand, „is mine. Am I right, baby doll?“

„Yes, oh fuck yes, all y-yours, s-sir,“ you stuttered.

„That’s right. Now,“ he stopped his movements, making you whine in protest, before returning to the box and whipping out a vibrator. He then returned, forcefully pulling your panties off. „I would give you my cock, but I don’t think you deserve it… yet.“

„Sir, please, I-“

Instead, he shoved the vibrator inside of you, turning it on low. You let out a groan, hands pulling on the belt. „Sir, th-“

He shushed you with his dick in your mouth, not giving you enough time to adjust before he started going up and down, mercilessly forcing his cock down your throat. „Take it, you slut. Take it all, c’mon,“ he groaned, hands tangled in your hair.

You gagged around him, earning a satisfied hum from Hoseok. „Oh, yes. Good girl.“

He fucked into your mouth harder than before, slamming as far as he can go and squeezing tight enough to cut off even the sound of your gagging. Your eyes rolled backwards in your head but all you could feel is the girth of his cock digging into his palm from behind your voice box.

Suddenly he pulls out, breathing heavily, and your eyes meet.

His brown eyes are locked with yours, dark with lust, passion, and everything else you were feeling. „You did so good. I think you can enjoy my cock in your pussy now, if you beg for it that is.“

„Please sir, p-please fuck me. I want-“

„What does my kitten want, hm?“ He asked, knowing full well what you‘re going to say.

„Dominance,“ you whimpered, trying not to orgasm just from his touch. „I want you in charge. I want you to fuck me into oblivion. I want you to hurt me.”

Hoseok knew your limits. And you knew that he knew. As much as he wanted to be as rough as he wanted, he always held back just a little bit.

Yet, a simple „please“ that escaped your lips just pushed him over the edge.

Before you could even open your eyes you were being thrown onto the mattress, Hobi crawling on top of you. He spread your legs as far as they would go and laid all his body weight on top of you. As he started to snap his hips forward as hard as he could, his hands finding your breasts. Hoseok grabbed on to them and squeezed hard. You hissed in pain, earning a sinister chuckle from your boyfriend, who dug his nails into your skin and began to slowly run them down your breasts, down your sides and back up. He looked down at his handy work and smiled when he saw red angry marks all over your body.

“S-so good.” you whispered, eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure. „I’m about to-“

„Don’t you fucking dare, ___. Don’t you dare cum.“

After those words, you were being flipped over, hearing your boyfriend chuckle as your legs shook from the intense sex. Hoseok was ramming into you as hard as he could, a tight grip on your leash as grunts escaped his pretty lips. Your moans also filled the room, salty tears from all the pleasure streaming down your hot pink cheeks.

A series of bite marks followed; he was marking you all up. Purple bruises adorned your neck as he held you close to his body to whisper in your ear.

“Now everybody will know that you belong to me.” he purred making you moan. “That you are mine and only mine. Everybody will know that now. You like that don’t you?”

You looked at him, eyes clouded with desire and he knew how hard it was for you to hold it in. „Y-yes, Sir, oh my- your cock is filling me up so good, you are- oh fuck-“ you mewled, biting your lip.

He sped up even more now, not wanting you to cum without him – although he was pretty close himself, he liked pushing his limits. His hands moved from your breasts to your hips, grabbing them hard enough to leave bruises in the morning, and started fucking you with all his might. You wrapped your legs around his stomach and pulled him closer and closer with every thrust.

„Oh, fuck, baby girl, cum,“ Hoseok moaned and you did as you were told, his sinful moan turning you on more than anything. He followed suit, biting the side of your neck one last time, arching your back off the bed as the leash was still wrapped around his wrist.

Panting heavily, both of you come down from your high and lay there for a few minutes in silence.

„You did so good, doll. So fucking good. My baby,“ he cooed, ghosting his lips on your cheek before pressing them against your own - your first kiss of that night. „I hope you will only be grinding on me from now on.“

[ask-the-cordium-crew]

the experiments behind closed doors (the sisters) a WKTC story

warning: 

my grammar and punctuation aren’t the best i hope you can understand 

as for a second warning this story is extremely dark it goes into details about the experiments the character dark mark also known as actor mark dose on two faunus sisters you have been warned i hope you enjoy the story! click the read more link for some extra info about this story 

experiment log: entry number 7 (the twin sisters) 

“this is mark Edward fischbach ...thanks to the help of rd. walts and Salem i was able to acquire two child sized tubes i also have the equipment to continue my experiments each experiment i attempt proves different results”

“the first 3 experiments attempted were complete failures subjects 1 and 2 died before transformation could even began dying from complete organ failure and blood loss what a pity.... it has been noted those with much stronger aura can endure much more punishment and can handle the transformation”

“subject 3 a spider faunus they seemed very promising at the start able to handle the torture and tests at first even the transformation into a skull fanger began with success sadly though in the middle of the transformation the subject appeared to die from complications with the venom beginning to be produced in the lower buttock the accelerated growth killed the man with in a few days once dead all further transformation stopped at a halt i learned that a subject needs to be alive for the transformation to fully take place”

“subjects 4 and 5 we’re more of a success but still... somewhat failures subject 4 was fed given water hell survived the transformation but... still remained enough of their mind to cry in a somewhat human voice and still had one human like arm left over from the transformation subject was terminated in fear they would over time gain their mind fully back subject 5? well subject 5 I've already well documented and has been ONE OF MY MOST SUCCESSFUL EXPERIMENTS YET!”

in the audio log recorded by mark he could be heard laughing loudly in a sadistic voice 

“... the dog turned into a complete beowolf alpha the only thing that remained of who she once was? hmm nothing major just a different colored pair of ears with this experiment i also sewed the woman's mouth closed while she was still somewhat faunus like and when she fully transformed her mouth had grown in to be unable to be opened leading to the newly formed beowolf alpha to be completely silent but still violent in nature they have no pack of their own”

“experiment number 6....  it would have been a most likely successful experiment if it weren’t for GOD DAM ABE COMING IN KNOCKING OUT THE TWO WHO ARE MEANT TO HELP GUARD THE MANSION THAT STUPID TRAITOROUS BITCH KILLED HER... now i have to watch my back knowing Abe will probably get help with taking me down but i know Salem won’t let that happen”

“but now onto my most recent experiment shall i?”

“day 1 Monday 10 am in the morning Dr. walts and hazel had brought the equipment into my home hazel of course was doing all the heavy lifting he didn’t know what all this stuff was for but thankfully did not question it Dr. walts had me sign a few things i payed him ten thousand Len hazel finished bringing the equipment in after 30 minutes before leaving Dr. walts gave me up to 50 gallons worth of the goop from one of the Grimm pits i thanked him and he soon left”

“day 1 Monday 12 pm me and my butler Benjamin had finished installing the equipment and now i waited in my lab telling Benjamin to go get the shipment that was due about now Benjamin was about to leave but i heard... emerald try and offer to get it for him he tried to deny but i came out i gave emerald a dark look but let her go get it she returned an hour later carrying it in struggling a small bit”

“she didn’t know what was inside but from the look on her face she clearly didn’t like what it was now why did she want to go and get my shipment? well she wanted to let Benjamin have some time to relax plus she did need some fresh air that girl likes to thing i am an idiot... she really left to get some time away from me thats why she took so long hmm... i do understand why she might want to stay away from me after what happened between me and her a few weeks ago hell... she was still healing from the incident”

“day 1 Monday 2 pm i had opened the create and let the two twin girls out of it they were two sheep faunus it seemed i gave them food and what else but they begged for their lives and asked to be brought home to their parents what pathetic little animals they’d be much better being what they should be treated as TWO MONSTERS WHO ARE ONLY GOOD FOR KILLING OR BEING KILLED BY SOME HUNTER OR HUNTRESS”

“of course i ignored them and after they finished eating at 2:30 pm i began the torture from the hours of 2:30 pm to 6 pm after torturing them they were given food and water inside bowls they didn’t deserve to eat like A HUMAN WOULD”

“Tuesday day 2 12 pm... i came into my personal lab and saw one of the girls outside her cage she seemed to have picked the lock with her hair pin i had not noticed before however the other girl was still in the cage hell she even tried to re lock it behind her sister my my she was so quick to rat her sister out her sister was about to yell at her younger sibling but i quickly grabbed onto her shirt and punched her till her nose was broken i snapped the nose back in place and shoved her back into the cage”

“the one girl who stayed in the cage i decided to reward with a small chocolate for staying where she belonged why would i do such a thing she was a rat after all well i wasn’t just feeling nice i liked how she knew there was no point in trying to escape i can respect a faunus when they know their place”

“hmm as for the other girl? well i damaged her skull with my attack i found out after an x ray scan that taught her not to try it again”

“Tuesday day 2 3 pm i came back and decided it was finally time to test out my new equipment”

“i had the girls undress into a pair of grey bras and panties i did look away after all i am still a gentlemen and well i might be a monster to Abe but i am no kiddie diddler that was too low even for someone like me after they changed i carefully set up some oxygen tanks outside the machinery and attached an oxygen mask onto both the girls not just that i carefully cut some holes into their necks and attached some feeding tubes along with IV drips into their arms”

“by 4 PM i had the terminals set up i made sure my equipment was working correctly the IV drips were working and the feeding tubes were working fine i then activated the submerge button filling both their tanks up top to bottom with the goop”

“thanks to my new equipment i could use cameras from inside the tanks to record for me how they changed over prolonged exposure to the strange goop that filled their tanks so i wouldn’t need to lift a finger besides replacing their IV bags and refilling their food and air”

“and thus the experiment finally began”

“day 3 Wednesday time doesn’t matter but it was early in the morning the first change began their skin began to change black i decided to still run a test on them both for the trouble making sister i carefully reached into her tank and put on some underwater headphones and exposed her to a constant broadcast of horrible sounds making her listen to the screams of past experiments begging for help and made her listen to myself constantly telling her she's useless no one loves her reminding her that her own flesh and blood betrayed her this seemed to have caused her to struggle with in the tank and her mind to be filled with anger depression and fear”

“as for the one who seemed to want to follow orders? i did the same thing however! i let her listen to peaceful music animal noises and words of encouragement on loop i made one feel loved and one feel hated and worthless wondering if this would affect their change”

“day 4 Thursday the next change seemed to have taken place over night the one given the negative feedback had her skull showing her skin slowly being removed from her face her eyes already a deep red and a glow starting in her mouth the top of her skull was partly cracked and hell her ribs along with her spine seemed to be starting to pop out of her chest”

“it seems the negative feedback was turning her into an apathy”

“as for the one with the positive feedback? her face was beginning to turn into a giant hole at the top of her head the sides of her face and the bottom of her chin their started to grow these large sharp almost spike like bones using her skull as a base i carefully used one of the mini cameras and looked into her mouth in her throat it was beginning to stretch out and appearing inside was 4 smaller spikes and of course everything was starting to turn into a deep glowing red” 

“... it seemed the one who was being treated good being fed candy and other foods that might cause acid reflex began transforming into a blind worm but oddly enough although she was starting to show signs of growth she wouldn’t fully fill the tank she would be a much smaller verion of the blind worm it must have been the fact she was still a child that made the growth only go so far”

“day 5 Friday food was no longer required for the one girl her arms were shrinking in size but growing in length and her fingers becoming very sharp and no skin left just bone her midsection near her pelvis area began to rip and tear soon creating holes see thru holes in the skin her eyes were now cold and red and it was beginning to be hard to tell she was even female let alone a faunus at this point hmm... though something odd happened because the fact she was once a sheep faunus her blackened skin was beginning to grow a black coat of fur her head was even beginning to be covered in it not much but enough to cover up the cracks speaking of her pelvis despite blood coming from it the bone had started to cover it like how an apathy’s pelvis is covered in an odd triangular bone her ribs had fully covered her chest at this point” 

“as for the other girl her face had fully transformed along with her head her arms and legs also seemed to slowly being converted into extra skin and a bony armor for her worm like body the headphones were removed from both at this point very carefully this girl didn’t need her breathing mask anymore her growth was starting to come to a halt but her body didn’t stop transforming yet however unlike her sister she was almost fully transformed and she wasn’t growing the weird wool like fur just a slimy coat of skin that seemed to burn my skin a bit upon touch” 

“a week later me and Benjamin loaded the Grimm onto my personal ship given to me as a present for my 20th birthday we kept the Grimm in the tubes as their transformation was complete they needed to be released thankfully the tubes were strong enough to hold them both”

“the older sister was a fully formed apathy the only thing that made her different from most apathy was the sheep like coat so she was dropped off in a small abandoned town in a frozen wasteland by dropped off i mean we were in the air we opened the hatch and let her crash to the ground letting glass break and her to escape hell it seemed their were a few apathy their already they didn’t seem to attack her i would have loved to stay and watch hell i am sure walts would have loved the footage but it was much to dangerous i knew what apathy were capable of”

“the younger sister was a very small blind worm fully transformed but no where near the size of a blind worm found in the wild though doesn’t mean she was small just means she barely was bigger than the standard huntress she was dropped off in a desert climate we did the same thing dropping her high enough so the glass would break but she wouldn’t be killed on impact of course after escaping she tried to shoot an acid like projectile at us but we escaped with barely any damages to the ship” 

“hmm i am disappointed in the fact these Grimm are never perfect but hopefully these differences would help them in combat one way or another perhaps these differences might even make them more deadly in some ways” 

“this is mark Edward fischbach otherwise known as dark mark signing off”

the audio diary ends 

this story is number 1 of 4 stories that will be released leading up to the anniversary of who killed markiplier 

this story was inspired by the comic series handplates by zara i hope you all enjoyed! 

[defiblover27]

Head On

Chloe is a cross country runner and often goes on long runs when the sun is setting due to it being cooler.  She is a 20 year old 5 foot 4 with blonde hair and slender build.  When she was lacing up her shoes and putting her hair in a ponytail she had no idea that it was the last time she would perform these actions.  She left her house as the sun was setting and set out on her three mile run.  By the time she was two miles into her run the sun was already set and it was growing dark.  Suddenly a car came over a hill and came speeding towards her.  Before she could jump out of the way she was being thrown by the impact of the car.  She now found herself lying on the concrete in shock.  She tried to move her legs and get up but each movement caused her more pain.  A man who had just arrived home heard the prolonged honking of a car horn and went to investigate.  What he saw when he opened his door was something out of a nightmare.  There was a car crashed into a tree and a woman lying on the road not far from the car.  He called 911 as quickly as he could and begged them to hurry.

He approached the woman who was lying in a puddle of her own blood.  She tried to ask him for help but she could barely make a sound.  Chloe stared at him in fear.  “Please, I don’t want to die, please help me.”  The man was still in shock he tried to reassure her and then went to see if the driver was alright.  There was a 30 year old man behind the wheel and unconscious from the crash.  In a matter of seconds a police officer arrived on scene and first assessed Chloe.  “Ma’am I’m with the police department.  Can you tell me your name and where you are?”  Chloe was still struggling to breathe “Chloe... I.. I don’t know what happened.  Please, save me.”  The police officer could see a large gash in her abdomen and her right leg was bent behind her.  He grabbed the medical bag from his trunk and applied pressure to the wound on her stomach.  All the while his partner was attending to the driver of the vehicle. After banging on the window several times the man awoke. Dazed and confused he stumbled out of the vehicle and dropped a bottle of whiskey. The police officer made sure he wasn't injured before placing him in handcuffs. He was placed in the back of the police car and waited as the two police officers tried to save Chloe.   

Sirens in the distance got louder as an ambulance arrived on scene.  Sara rushed to Chloe and did a preliminary assessment as Dave retrieved all the bags from the back.  “My names Sara, I’m a paramedic, can you tell me how old you are please?”  Sara said in a calm voice.  “20, I’m 20 years old.  Please I don’t want to die.”  Chloe pleaded.  “Don’t worry we are going to help you sweetheart.”  Dave put the bags next to Chloe and retrieved the shears and began cutting away the tank top she was wearing.  He then cut off the athletic shorts to leave her only in a bright pink sports bra and black compression shorts.  Once the leads were attached the monitor whined to life.  Sara started an oxygen mask for Chloe and secured it to her with the green strap.  “We’re going to have to move your leg.  It’s going to hurt so I’m giving you something for the pain.”  Sara placed an IV in her right arm and gave her pain killers directly into the drip.  Sara grabbed her lower leg and Dave kept her hips in place as they slowly straightened it out from behind her.  Chloe screamed in pain as they moved it.  Once it was straight they had to put a orange brace wrapped around her entire leg.  Chloe was still in excruciating pain and the monitors showed an erratic heart rate.  They placed a blue and yellow C-collar around her neck before placing her onto the backboard.  Dave took the two orange blocks and secured her head to the board to make sure she couldn't move at all.The placed her on the gurney and loaded her up in the ambulance.  One of the police officers decided to ride with Sara in the back while the other stayed behind and investigated the accident. 

Chloe was still moaning in pain as the journey to the hospital began.  Sara was doing her best to stabilize her patient and keep her comfortable.  She knew she couldn't give her any more pain killers since she needed to be awake and alert during a trauma accident.  Despite being on an oxygen mask her O2 stats began to drop and she began fading in and out of consciousness.  Sara attempted to keep her awake and put the oxygen mask to the side and began bagging her with the ambu bag.  She squeezed the blue bulb every 3 seconds.  With each hit of air it let out a faint wheezing noise.  Chloe was not completely unconscious and her stats began to drop further.  Sara began to wonder why her O2 stats were still dropping and decided to intubate her.  She grabbed the largynscope from the drawer and opened up her mouth.  She slid the metal blade down her throat and intubated Chloe in a matter of seconds.  She secured it with a blue tube holder.  The police officer sat off to the side waiting for any orders.   “Shit.  She’s in V-fib”  The green line on the monitor started bouncing around as Chloe’s heart went out of normal rythm.  “Take this and squeeze it every three seconds” Sara directed the officer.  Sara took the shears from her pocket and cut away her sports bra revealing her C cup breasts.  She placed her hands inbetween her breasts and started CPR.  Each compression caused her entire body to shake except her leg that was in a brace.  After thirty compressions she placed two orange gel pads on her nude chest and charged the defib unit.  “Charging to 200.  Stand clear.”  The unit whined to life, Sara removed the two paddles and placed them on the gel pads.  The alarm went off indicating it was charged and Sara pressed the button to discharge the paddles.  Chloe shook on the gurney as the electricity coursed through her chest.  The monitor spiked for a second and then returned to V-fib.  Sara set the defib unit to 300 joules and resumed compressions.  Sara knew that a traumatic cardiac arrest with injuries like Chloe were usually fatal.  Once the unit was charged she swung the paddles onto her chest again and shocked her.  Chloe’s chest came off of the gurney a little bit more this time from the increased voltage.  The heart monitor showed asystole as Sara resumed CPR.  The police officer was clearly in shock as he was a rookie and had never seen such a young patient being resused.  He continued to do his task of providing her with air.  Sara pushed a round of epi into Chloe as she tried all she could to save this young girls life.  Each compression caused Chloe’s belly to extend slightly and her breasts to shake.  After another minute of CPR Chloe converted back to V-fib as Sara charged the paddles for the third time.  “Charging to 360, stand clear, shocking” a low thud was heard as Chloe was shocked and bounced on the gurney.  Sara stared at the monitor.  Finally it showed a regular heart rhythm.  “There you go kid.  Stay with us we’re almost there.”  She hung another bag of fluids as the officer continued ventilation.

The ambulance whipped around into the trauma bay as the doors swung open revealing two nurses that were waiting for their arrival.  The loaded up the monitor and the IV and then rolled her out of the ambulance.  The ER department was bustling with noise as they rolled her down the hallway.  They took her into the Trauma unit where the medical was waiting.  “20 year old female struck by a car going at an unknown speed. Laceration to the abdomen and an open fracture on the right leg.  She went into cardiac arrest en route.  Currently responding to pain stimuli.”  Dave informed the team as he removed the straps from the gurney in order to move her to the bed.  “Let’s hook her up to our monitors, lets hang a bag of O neg and get x-ray in here stat.”  Dr Micheal began barking out orders.  His team worked in almost silence as they each knew their own roles. One nurse took over bagging, another removed all of her clothing so she was nude with only her bright pink socks on.  They removed the bloody clothes that remained and threw them into a hazard bag.  Dr. Micheal moved back the bandages they had put on her abdomen to assess the damage.  “Looks like she may have some internal injuries, also concerned about blunt force trauma to the head and chest.”  As the x-ray technician readied himself the rest of the team backed away or put on a vest to protect themselves.  They moved the large machine over the bed and took images of both her chest and leg to get an inside view of the skeletal damage.  In a matter of minutes they put up the images on the light board on the wall.  Her right leg was completely shattered in three places and she had multiple broken ribs.  Dr. Micheal took his stethoscope and listened to Chloe’s lungs and heart.  “Diminished breath sounds on the right side, she has a collapsed lung.  Get me a chest tube kit.”  A nurse ripped open the kit as Dr. Micheal squirted betadine all over the right side of her chest.  He took the scalpel and made the first incision as blood started to rush out of her chest.  He inserted the tube and controlled the bleeding.  A large amount of blood began pouring out of the chest tube and Dr. Micheal immediately knew there was an issue.  “Start the rapid blood transfusion protocol” A nurse hung two more bags of blood as the team watched Chloe deteriorate before their eyes.  The heart monitor began showing an erratic heart rhythm and quickly went into V-fib.  Without anyone asking a nurse already started chest compressions and another readied the defibrillator.  With each compression Chloe’s breasts rocked from side to side and her belly extended.  A nurse put on two new gel pads as they had disposed of the ones Sara had used.  “Charge to 300, everyone prepare to shock”  As the unit sounded off the nurse backed away and Dr. Micheal placed the paddles on her chest.  “Shocking” Chloe jolted off the table momentarily before crashing back down.  V-fib stayed on the monitor as the nurse resumed chest compressions.  Another set of medications were pushed into Chloe’s IV.  Wires and tubes covered Chloe’s naked body as the team did everything they could to save her life.  “Charge again to 360″ the defib unit whined to life, he swung the paddles around “Clear!” he discharged the unit as she shook on the bed.  “Still V-fib start CPR again, push another unit of epi. What’s her down time?” Dr. Micheal commanded the room. “4 minutes” the charge nurse replied as she took down notes on all the resuscitation efforts.  The floor had already become littered with empty medicine boxes and the large amount of blood Chloe had loss.  A strong male doctor took over CPR and each compression made her entire body shake.  The only part of Chloe that didn’t move during the procedures were here head and right leg in the brace.  The defibrillator sounded off again indicating it was charged.  The paddles were placed back on her nude chest and shocked as her bloodied body jumped off the table.  The resus team hated what happened next as Chloe’s heart completely gave out and showed asystole on the monitor.  The screeching of the flat-line sent a chill throughout the room.  A young woman in peak physical condition was covered in blood and wires as her life gave out.  CPR was continued for another 6 minutes without any change in rhythm.  Dr. Micheal took his pen light and shined it into Chloe’s blue eyes.  “Pupils sluggish but still reactive.”  A ultrasound as brought in and used to find any cardiac activity.  The search showed that her heart wasn’t active at all but there was a large amount of blood surrounding it.  “I need a cardiac needle”  A nurse rummaged through the crash cart and gave the large needle to Dr. Micheal.  He placed the needle just between her breasts and directly to her heart.  He slowly pulled back the plunger as the needle filled with blood.  After draining the blood around her heart they push another round of meds and continued CPR.  Chloe had now been in cardiac arrest in the ER for 12 minutes.  “V-fib on the monitor, charge the unit to 360.”  Dr, Micheal placed the paddles once again on Chloe’s chest.  “Clear” Chloe’s arms jerked outward as her shoulders shrugged in with the shock.  “Charge again, all clear” The team backed away, some of them started to lose faith in saving this young girl.  “Shocking”  Chloe jerked again as her left leg slightly came off of the bed.  “Still in V-fib, resume CPR and push adrenaline.”  The team continued their efforts and shocked Chloe another two times.  “V-fib on the monitor, whats our down time?”  Dr. Micheal asked as her ordered his team around.  “19 minutes doctor”.  Thoughts began coursing through Micheal’s head again.  How could something like this happen to such a young girl?  Why is she covered in her own blood and dead on his hospital bed?  He had to push these thoughts aside as he refocused on the task as hand.  The defib unit indicated it was charged once again.  “Come on girl come back to us.”  Time always seemed to move slow during a trauma code.  He placed the paddles on Chloe.  The nurse in charge of ventilations let the bag hang next to her head from the tube.  “Clear”  There was a low thud as the unit discharged and Chloe sprung into the air once again.  Her entire body shook as she crashed back down onto the bed.  The piercing scream of asystole once again filled the room.  A nurse resumed CPR without having to be asked.  Dr. Micheal took his light pen and checked her pupils once again.  Her once glistening blue eyes were now glossed over.  Her right pupil was blown and here eyes were fixed and dilated.  The no longer responded to the light.  It was at this moment Dr. Micheal knew this young woman was truly dead.  He ordered the nurse to stop CPR and took his stethoscope and listened to her chest.  The rest of the team felt for a pulse in her foot, femoral, and carotid artery.  “No pulse, her pupils are fixed and dilated.  She has been down for 22 minutes and has blunt force trauma and large blood loss.  Does anyone object to calling this code?” The room fell silent as they looked down at Chloe. "Time of Death 11:27 pm. Thank you all for your help" Dr. Micheal left the room as two nurses stayed to clean up the code. They detached the several wires from her chest leaving only the electrodes. They weren't allowed to wipe off any blood as the police department had to take photos for the case against the driver. They took off her two pink socks and placed a toe tag on her left big toe. It dangled in front of her small foot. They removed the two orange gel pads from her chest and noticed a dark purple mark in between her breasts from all of the CPR. Finally they draped a white cloth over her nude body which quickly showed the blood soaking through. The monitors were shut off and she was left alone until the police and her parents arrived to discover the terrible news.

[caroline18mars]

Into the night - Chapter 119

Jared looked at Shannon who was as dumbstruck as he was, it felt like someone had let out all the air of the restaurant and their ears were ringing from the lack of oxygen, he had to say something, do something, but what? What on earth could he say or do right now that would be of any comfort to her? “Hey, come here..” he clumsily shuffled closer to her to pull her to his chest but she only shook her head “no, it's ok, not here, can we just go?” she whispered because she knew the world around them was listening and watching, “of course, yeah” Jared gestured at Shannon to guide her out of the restaurant while he walked to the bar to pay, he knew she wanted this to be as inconspicuous as possible. “Want me to drive?” Shannon asked Jared who quickly caught up with them on the parking lot, “no, I'll drive” he grabbed his carkeys from his brother's hand and walked her to the car. “Just drop me off at my place, you guys clearly need some time alone” Shannon calmly said as he got into the back of the car and Jared didn't protest, he just nodded and revved up the engine, glancing at Jordan who sat next to him, completely lost and desorientated, like a bomb had just exploded around her. Nobody said anything because there was nothing to say, all they could do was let the news sink in as they drove home, and every time he got the chance Jared put his hand on her thigh to let her know he was there for her, his mind racing feverishly to try and find another way, another solution to help her, to try and beat the mercilessness of time ticking by. When they got home and Jared switched off the engine, she looked around her for a second like she didn't know where she was and then got out of the car before he could, Jared grabbed his keys and jumped out of the car to follow her inside of the house. Inside she threw her purse on the little table next to the door and stopped in her tracks, holding on to the table like she needed support, he looked at her and when she stood there with her back still turned to him and he saw her shoulders starting to tremble, he couldn't hold back any longer. “Hey..shh, come here” he quickly circled her and pulled her against his chest as a flood of pent-up tears broke through, “I'm not getting the heart..I'm not getting it..” she cried, balling her fists and banging them slowly against his hard chest. “I know..I know, please don't cry..” he caressed her hair and kissed it, he was at the end of his rope as well, but he couldn't let it show, he needed to be the strong one now. “I was so sure..I was gonna get it..what am I gonna do?” she clung to him now like she was scared to fall if she didn't, “I don't know, honey..” he wasn't gonna lie to her, the last thing he wanted right now was to fake anything, even though it didn't comfort her. Snifffing she slowly pulled out of his embrace, if he, her only rock in this mess, didn't know then all hope was gone, it was what it was, nothing anybody could change about it, so why couldn't she just see this as just another bump in the road?. “Where are you going?” Jared softly asked, now was a crucial time to keep a close eye on her, the shock was wearing off and her odd behaviour wasn't doing anything to calm his troubled mind. She stopped in her tracks and looked at him “I don't know..I honestly don't know” it was true, she wanted to run and she wanted to stay, what was someone supposed to do with earthshattering news like this? Jared gave her a weak smile as he walked up to her and scooped her up in his arms “i think we could both do with a nice hot bath right now” and carried her up the stairs

Jared stood in front of her, she didn't move, she just stood there motionless, his hand slowly reached for a button on her blouse, slowly turning and pushing it through the small hole, then the second button and the third, all the way down until the fabric fell open. His hands dissapeared under the fabric, pushing it off her shoulders which caused her to sigh like she finally exhaled after holding her breath for too long, his eyes found hers', there was a sort of bewilderment in them at first but the more he looked into them the calmer they seemed to become. Ever so gently he let his fingers caress the skin on her chest, stopping to put his hand briefly over that crazy heart of hers just long enough to make a tear escape from her eye again. Before the second could fall, his hands drifted around her to twist open the clasp of her black, lacey bra, letting it fall to the floor. This time he stepped closer to her, seizing her mouth in a fierce kiss that had both of them hungering for more, but before it could turn into more, he already zipped open her skirt, taking her lace panties with them as he pushed them down her hips until she stood there stark naked in front of him. He could see the goosebumps starting to form on her skin and quickly stripped his own clothes off, he put one foot in the bath while he held out his hand to her “come here” he whispered as he helped her into the hot water and sat down behind her, pulling her back ever so tight against his chest and she finally relaxed in his arms. “Happy Birthday” he whispered against her ear, the two simple but heartfelt words made her turn her head in surprise “how..how did you know? I don't remember even telling you” a small smile crept around her mouth. “Oh, let's just say I had a little help” he grinned pushing a kiss in her hair, “Noah..?” Just thinking about that little man of her, him not being here made her go all emotional again. “And I even got you a little present too, I wanted to give it to you tomorrow but it's past midnight and it's your birthday already so I didn't want to wait” he held a key with a red bow around it in front of her. Jordan looked at it all confused, she recognized the shape of it, she even recognized the silly keychain, was that?..”but that's your key..to my appartment..I don't..understand” was he trying to tell her that she could have her key back?. When he saw how confused and slightly upset she was getting, he put her out of her misery “why don't you look at what's engraved in the keychain?” he grinned. She frowned as she read the words out loud “for my London gal owning her first appartment, home is where you are, Love always..Jay” she breathed, her brain working overtime, what the..?. “What did you..you didn't..?” she suddenly spun around to look at him, making the water slosh over the rim of the huge bathtub and he confirmed her suspicion with a cheeky grin “As a matter of fact I did! I know how much you love that place..so yeah I bought it for you”. He could see her face go all pale, he knew what she was thinking “we'll get you a new heart, I promise! You have to believe that, ok?! And when you get that heart, you and I are getting on a plane to London, we'll be out of the spotlight, nobody is going to find us there” he kissed her forehead. “Jay..I can't..I just can't accept this..I don't want your..” she stammered, “my money? Yeah I know, but I don't want you to waste another single second worrying about your financial status, the apartment is on your name, so that when we're grey and old, you can pass it on to Noah..you're always saying that he needs to know where he comes from, so he'll get to love London as much as you do..well, this is your chance..” he leaned forward with a grin letting their foreheads connect.  Jordan didn't know whether to laugh or cry so she did both and wrapped her arms around him real tight “I don't..know what..to say..thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou” she hiccuped through her tears, the bad news about her heart completely forgotten for now. “You're welcome” he whispered against her ear, caressing her wet back over and over again “happy birthday, honey, I love you”, she closed her eyes as his words vibrated through her “I love you too” she breathed.

”Why don't we continue this in bed, we'll be much more comfortable there, besides the water's getting a bit cold” Jared breathed through another heavy make out session, her body writhing against his was driving him crazy and even though it was a big tub, they just couldn't manoeuvre enough in here, she had been teasing him riding against his ever growing arousal and he just didn't want the party to be over before it had actually begun. “Yeah” she slowly tugged his lip between her teeth before she reluctantly let go of him and sat back a bit to let him get up first, his hand reached for hers to help her out of the water but when she grabbed it, a bolt of pain shot through her heart so hard she cried out in pain. “I got ya, sshh, it's ok, I got ya” he tried not to panic as he lifted her out of the water and helped her to stand up,  “oh god that was brutal” she shivered as the pain slowly ebbed away, Jared quickly snatched a fluffy towel from the pile and wrapped it around her, “you ok?” he had seen it so many times before but it still knocked the wind right out of him everytime. “Yeah, just the..excitement I think” her teeth clapped, it was anything but cold but her blood pressure had taken another plunge, “let's get you warmed up” Jared quickly scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to his bedroom, putting her down on the mattress like she was made of glass and pulled the duvet high up over her. His raging hard-on had dissapeared when he circled the bed and slipped between the covers and she immediately snuggled up to him, her cold body making him gasp a little “I'm sorry..” she whispered before her lips seized his again and her hand drifted down to his abdomen to help him get in the mood again. “No” his hand firmly folded over hers, and shook his head at her, “but I can help..” Jordan kissed his lips, making her way down to his throat and further to his collarbone, he knew what she was trying to do but he stopped her and cupped her chin making her look up in confusion. “Honey no, not now, It's been a crazy long day for you..and for me..” he pulled her back up so her head rested on his chest again “I don't want to do anything right now, I just want to lay here with you and just do absolutely nothing, I just want to be here with you, you know, it's your first birthday we spend together”. Jordan sighed, opening her mouth to give a sarcastic answer, but before she could he quickly added “the first of many more to come, ok?! So what do you wanna do for your birthday..” he paused to look at the clock on the bedside table “today? What did you like to do for your birthday before we met, is there a strict schedule I should follow?” he grinned in her hair. Did she really have to tell him? She hated talking about the past, because there was nothing fun or uplifting to tell “I never..really celebrated a birthday..I remember one birthday though where my mom made me pancakes for dinner but after that..when James and I grew up..we couldn't afford anything really, so I would save up the little money I had to buy him something really small or make something myself but he..never..he clearly didn't want to waste our money on birthdays or heart surgery for that matter” she hesitated, yes this was painful but also cathartic in a way. “But the thing that pains me most is that I have to keep lying to Noah, he thinks the world of his Dad and I'm scared that if he finds out about who his father really was, that he'll start to see me with different eyes too, I mean..what if his grandparents do get custody? They're already slandering my name to him and..”

Jared interrupted her little rant “Stop, ok, just stop! First of all, they're not gonna get custody, Noah's coming back to us, ok? And second, you and Noah are like two peas in a pod, he adores the ground you walk on and for the record he's not the only one, ok? And nothing anyone ever says about you, is gonna change that” he nuzzled his nose in her hair. Jordan's arm wrapped a little tighter around his chest “what did I do to ever deserve you?” she breathed, while her warm lips pushed a trail of butterfly kisses on the skin there, “that's easy..you saved me, that's what you did, in my darkest hour you just stumbled into my life and turned the light back on, I never believed in love at first sight until I saw you”. She listened breathlessly, it was so good to just be here with him, he had this unique way of calming her down, of making her feel like she was the only girl in the world “your dumbest move ever though, Leto, because you really bought the pig in the poke when you met me, with a kid in tow, a dead brother..and a diseased heart, yeah I was such a catch!” she rolled her eyes sarcastically at him. “Ok, ok, mock me all you want, but when I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, to this day my heart still skips a beat every time I'm with you” he pulled her up a little higher so they were face to face and he could finally kiss her lips again. His hands ran slowly over her back as their kissing intensified, his hands squeezing every curve on her body, things were quickly heating up, teeth were biting down on lips, tongues were licking, all while their bodies were sliding up and down against each other. And then his hand finally did what it had done a few times before and what turned her on so much every time, giving her butt a playful smack, “Uhhh, mmm” she moaned in bliss as her mouth disconnected from his for a second “harder”. In his eyes she could see pure lust and insecurity mix “what?” he breathed, oh she knew all too well by now what an animal he liked to be between the sheets, “you heard me..” she grinned biting his bottom lip. His hand gently rubbed the tingly spot on her butt again before he smacked it again, this time a little harder “you mean like this?” his insecurity about doing this with her was rapidly melting away. Her breath got stuck in her throat for a second before a guttural moan “fuck yeah” gave him the confirmation and the motivation he was looking for, “tell me what you want, I need to hear you say it” he breathed as he continued kissing and kneading her. “Well..” she teasingly licked his lips “it's my birthday” another lick, “and all I want for my birthday” she rotated her hips against his ever growing arousal, slowly driving him insane “is for you to give me a real good spanking...”, she whispered in his ear, her teeth tugging his earlobe “and then after you finish spanking me..” her kinky words and another good rotation of her hips made him almost squeal in delight “I want you to fuck me real hard and make me forget all about this day”.

[aggresivelyfriendly]

Option C- When in Doubt

I’m not really sure who to blame for this, @harriestyles514, anons, still @the-well-rested-one, my rich fantasy life.... Anyway, always good to keep your options open.

In the month that has passed since I last saw (sucked off) Harry Styles, I haven't thought about him. Nope, not at all, not in the shower, not in my bed late at night or early in the morning, and definitely not in bathroom stalls at the label I work at. Never have I ever had to bite my lip to keep quiet while someone has walked into said bathroom while I had my hand down my so trendy I could barf mom jeans.

It's been a long thirty days.

When my infinitely cooler bestie convinces me we should go to the party we are walking into she does not mention his name. I told her, in detail so explicit she said it stressed her out, how it went down the other night, and I think that is why she made the decision to be a devious little B.

It's as we are walking into another giant house, this one with no suit beclad attorney, that she not so casually lets slip, "I heard Styles is supposed to be here tonight."

I stop dead and turn, figurative tail stuck between my trembling legs. Her hands wrap around my waist and she forcibly drags me back from the threshold. I was so close, I could smell the lantanas, and even those rancid little flower globs smelled as sweet as freedom. "What are you doing Elle, don't you wanna see him?"

"No!" I quickly interrupt whatever diatribe she was about to give me about running away from any situation where I'm not sure of victory.

"Ellie-bellie, you totally want to see him: I can tell by all the little mental vacations you've been taking to his bedroom."

"I never saw his bedroom." I remind.

"Fine, his countertop, whatever, it's a rumor anyway. He's kinda a flake I heard."

That makes sense, I exhale and hope, but I'm not sure which I'm wishing for:his presence or absence.

When he walks in two hours later and I'm two, ok four, drinks deep, I realize it was the former.

He looks really good, a little ridiculous in his Gucci shirt. They often make ugly things .Hehas a knack for the whole being more attractive than the sum of its parts. Just look at his face, his body, the parts are good, maybe slightly above average, but the total is devastating.

Before I can stop myself, avert my gaze, he catches me. His eyes widen, then narrow as a smile overtakes his faces. Holy dimples, Batman. My breath has already shallowed and I take my eyes off of him so violently that I jerk my head. I'm sure I looked like a marionette on strings. I vow to myself that I'm not going to let my eyes wander to the side of the room that I know he is on, but they do. He's watching me when I break my word and he smirks this time. It does funny things to my insides. He nods his head to the side, raising his eyebrows. The silent question is posed and I have to decide whether to actually talk to the man who I've had so many exchanges with in my head, many non verbal, or really tuck that tail up my ass and run. It's at this point that Lanie, who's no longer my favorite person, nudges me. Great, she's watched this exchange.

"Go, talk to him."

I kick my feet at the ground, turning my toes in like a  tantrumming toddler, "I don't want to talk to him."

"Ffft, whatever. You keep staring at him, someone would notice if they weren't all doing it too. The difference is that he is looking at you as well. It's your duty to tap that booty and report back to us pleabs!"

"Stahhhp, he's a person! He may not even be interested in me like that again"

She interrupts before I can go further down the well of that line of thought. "Remember how you chose to give him head, but you wound up laid out in his kitchen anyway?" She must have tried a new eyebrow thing, they look different today, I think while I watch them dance on her forehead. Stop dissociating.

"Yes...."

"Also, he's been tracking you all night. He just tried to catch your eye, again, look up." Against my better judgement, I do it, and his eyes look like jade when mine slide to them. He motions again, and I find myself in his tractor beam. I think maybe he is Borg. Nah, he's too nice. Head in the game El, I watch him turn down a corridor and follow. I get pulled by big hands I've tried to forget into a room. I yelp, but bite my lip to stop the sound from being too loud. My face is at his shoulder and his face is in my neck. It's way more intimate them our assignation warrants. Like we were lovers, not a hook up.

"Hiiiii," he breathes into my ear. He sounds happy. I pull back and know it's a mistake. I let my hands drop, so they won't wander, but he does not. Harry grasps my waist, thumbs tracing the tops is my hip bones and tips of his fingers meeting at my sacrum.

There is not enough oxygen in here.

The breathy hi that slips from my mouth would be inaudible if we were not close enough to share air.

"What's up?" I croak and know that he'd see the bloom in my cheeks he'd teased me bout if the lighting was better. He's smirking kindly and I know that he can feel my nerves. Between that and the arousal I'm basically vibrating.

"Not much, M ready to get out of here. Want to come with me?"

I'm always completely surprised by his directness, how not smooth he is. No finesse at all. He doesn't need it, with the charm and the dimple and the face. I guess we met at a sex party, it's not like I'm gonna be his girl. Oh, but if I was his girl....

"Yeah....I think I'd like  an actual tour of your house. The kitchen was beautiful, by the way, I may have chosen a different countertop," my tongue is firmly in my cheek and he guffaws. It's somewhere between a snort and a sneeze and it makes me laugh too.

He shakes with laughter and then shakes his head to clear it. His fingers are still caressing the small of my back and I'm proud that I'm not a puddle on the floor. My panties, poor things, are not so fortunate as the floor.

"Next time I buy a house I'll send you pictures for approval," he brows quirk, "let's see how you like my bed, hm?"

I nod and he explains the plan. He puts his address, which I've remembered, into my uber app and tells me to head out in 20 minutes. They are the longest of my life and the two nails I'm currently biting are getting shorter by the second, his backs gonna look like he hooked up with a sloth.

Raphael arrives to drive me and receives a 5 star because he tells me a wild story about the last time he picked up at this house, effectively saving my other nails from their compatriots fate.  I'm nervous walking up, my knuckles white after I've rung the bell, holding my own hands. The nerves quiet a bit when he answers the door.

"C'mere," he murmurs and pulls me in. I figure that's word go, but instead, he clasps me close in another octopus hug and kisses my forehead. It's sweet, endearing, and confusing. "Want a glass of wine?"

My face must be made of glass because he chuckles.

"Clearly wasn't much of a gentlemen last time," he's taken my hands apart and dragged me to the kitchen. My face is hot as I look at the counter and he follows my gaze before pulling me into him. His hand finds my hip, the other my hair. "Elle? Are you going to talk tonight cuz..."

"You remember my name?"

I'm not sure what my face looks like, but he his forehead is scrunched and mouth agape. "Of course I remember your name, Jesus, what do you take me for?"

At this I finally chuckle and raise a brow delicately. When he giggles I wiggle my brows around and he sniffles and lays his head against mine.

"Um, if the offer still stands, I'll take that glass," I hear myself say and I'm sad when he detaches. He takes off his blazer as he goes though, and throws it on the counter top, where I lay. I hum the song I'm reminded of under my breath. I see his head shake. "What?"

"Hate to disappoint love, but I don't have a brass bed."

The red wine is warm through the goblet he hands me. I put it on the counter instead of to my lips. "Prove it?"

I must be a comedian, he's laughing again, but he's pulling me passed a living room with minimal furniture, but maximum art, and up stairs.

The bed isn't brass. It's king size, with a padded headboard, footboard too. My head thanks him, but I'm sad there is no place to attach ties. Not that we are going there tonight, or ever.

Harry's pressed up against me and his trousers do less than his jeans did for his modesty. His fingers have found the buttons on my top. I had left it mostly undone, a hint of bra but not so much as to offend my own modesty. Two buttons, three, and his hand, which covered most of my stomach to secure me to the counter when I writhed, is in the lacy cup of my bra. His mouth has found my neck. The tips of his tongue and teeth make indents on the column of skin before him, and I laze my head to the side before I pull my heavy right hand up. It feels like I'm swimming through water, but I'm glad I'm not, cuz the zing when my hand finds his skin would mean electrocution. I tickle under the blade of his jaw and tilt down to catch his busy lips with my own.

The callouses on his fingers are welcome against my nipples and I tell him so.

"Yeah?" He smiles and pushes me forward. I catch myself on my left hand, he's kept my right, pulling my blouse off. He pulls my left arm back without releasing my right, and I'm perched in an agreeable position if his hum of approval is anything. He grips both hands in one of his massive paws and reaches around to undo my bottoms. His fingers slip down to my nub after he's undone them, and he slides my slippery clit between the webbing of his pointer and middle finger. "Can you feel the callouses still?" He says as the rough tips of those fingers massage the muscles around my entrance. I'm squirming and nodding. Yes slips over my lips and seems to have a few extra s's.

He pulls me up then and releases my hands. I'm still bound however. His free hand has snaked across my middle, back into my bra and he's still strumming a tune on my quim. I feel his smile, a true cheshire grin, against my neck. Harry has nudged my hair aside and begins his affections for that piece of anatomy anew. His fingers have not quit and I'm trapped, ensnared between those crisscrossed arms of his. Since I cannot wriggle, though I feel as trapped as a fish on a hook, I'm more vocal than I can ever remember being. Words tumble, praises bubble, and my syntax is undone.

I'm undone, and we've barely begun. I squeeze down on the fingers my body is desperately trying to draw in and his name echoes off the walls of his room. When I'm aware again, the little pecks on my cheek juxtapose the wet fingers entering my mouth. I suck them clean to a chorus of "good girl." And he's on his knees pulling down my pants.

I'm naked, and he's fully clothed, again. I'm not sure how I get myself into these positions.

The position he seems to want me in is below him. My companion reverses my position and gives me one kiss, the first to my mouth this evening, at least in our new venue, and pushes me down. I reach to pull Harry upon me. I think of all my sense memories from last time, the saddest I'm to have missed is his weight on top of mine. But, he stays upright and pulls his shirt over head. I'm excited I may see him naked, and the moonlight washes his skin white so his tattoos look like a puppet show against a blank wall. I watch the siren swim to the ship and have a moments fear for the sailors aboard. The illusion is shattered when he bends and the canvas flexes as he quits his pants.

He juts out from his stomach and runs a hand over himself, once, twice. I miss the feel, the taste of love, against my lips and move to sit up. I'm pushed back to parallel. All his laughter is gone, and the look in his eye renews the clench his fingers just effected. I rub my thighs together.

"Elle, open your legs," his voice is husky and my limbs obey without my mind's control. They seem to have a new master. My knees meet the mattress as far from each other as possible and I wonder what picture he sees against my blank skin.

Harry runs his fingers up between my labia before bringing them to his lips. He watches me watch him lick them between those lips. I think they have been foremost in my mind. What I see when I touch myself. I'm transparent.

"Did you think about me?" He comes down on top of me and I hope the white wash of the lighting hides my blush. I'm wrong, I know, when he smiles and smooths his wet fingers over my cheek. I nod, he smiles. It's so sweet, except his long body is naked against my own, and I can feel him softly rutting against my upper thigh. His lips find their way between mine, and his tongue meets my own.

When my hips lift against his own, he moves on to my neck, down over my collarbones, leaving a nick to remember him by. My nipples are pushed together and share the cavern of his mouth. I assume he intends to continue his journey south, but I'm beyond four and have moved onto five play.

"No, no,no," I murmur and he looks up, slightly stricken.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please, c'mere, inside me," I get all the words out and he understands.

"Just a minute," and he's off me, I don't like it, but I hear a drawer open and shut, looking up to see him rolling a skin on. One stroke, two. "Put me in," He says, and once again my body listens.

I line him up, and lift my hips. It's been some time and though the fluted head slips in, the flared lip of his tip, recently exposed, provides resistance. I whine. "Shhh, take it easy," He guides and pushes passed my ring of muscle an  inch. The audible pop is echoed by our matching exhales. He slides in another inch and pulls out. I'm full and on the edge of discomfort, I breathe. Focus on that in and out instead until his hips meet mine after he's worked his way in. Once there, he catches my eye. "Ok?"

"Yeah," I want to ask him to move, the pressure of his presence inside me, against my cervix, requires relief. Instead I flex.

"Ughhh, careful Elle," he warns, but pulls back a bit while continuing his break.

"Are you counting to ten?" I joke now that I'm able.

"European capitals, actually" he explains.

We both chuckle and the clench must be welcome this time, because he pulls my knees off their place on the mattress and wraps them around his hips and flexes his ass. It pushes him deep again and I mewl. That line between pleasure and pain I've been flirting with had become an infatuation as he moves into me over and over. My thighs grip him and i lift myself to wave my hips onto his dick. When that's not enough, I sit and he picks me up. My feet plant on his thick quadriceps and I rise and fall along his length until he catches my hips and shakes his head. He pulls me off and I'm face down on the bed while he pulls my hips back. His tongue circles my hood, and his fingers find their way in, I'm rocking back onto both until I make a sound I've never even made in a solo session. It's good, but brief. I hum my content and pull myself to the head of the bed.

His own impending orgasm postponed, and mine accomplished, he fits himself behind me, pushing my top thigh up until my knee meets my shoulder and we both watch as he wets the head of his cock with saliva and fits himself back in where I'm soaking. His name comes out again while I watch him take me, and he pulls my face back to kiss me while the strokes are calm and sure.

The kissing stops and he secures my knee over his shoulder and his hand to my pelvis to keep me in place. I feel like I need to brace myself based on the look in his eyes as he kisses my forehead.

"Ready? Harder?"He asks

I nod again, and am thankful that he has braced me and that the head board is padded when he pushes in rougher. The power and speed increase until I'm gasping and he's groaning "oh my God!"

It's brutal and beautiful and I'm crying out. He buries his face in my neck and groans, pulsing into the condom between us.

By the time I catch my breath, I realize how sweaty I am, how achy I am. This ride home is going to reek and tomorrow I have no idea how I'll explain the marks, or the limp. I hope Harry is not asleep, as he is still inside me, though that situation should remedy itself, but safe sex rules require some action.

"Harry," I nudge, "Harry," kissing his equally sweaty forehead, "The condom."

At this point I'm wrapped into strong arms, "Sleep," He murmurs and I swear he's already out.

I wriggle out from under him effectively limiting my risk as it unjoins us. "Nope."

He groans and gets up like a 100 year old man to make his way to the bathroom. I follow him in and slide into the enclosed toilet. We dance around each other at the door a few minutes later, until he basically picks me up and sets me out of his way, "Move, woman."

I start to slip on my clothes, and he catches me. "What're you doing?" He's rubbing his eyes like a little boy. Cute, fucker.

"Um, gonna call an uber. Thanks?"

"Thanks?" He looks more awake now, "Are you thanking me for a fuck?"

"Yes?"

"That a question?"

"No." I'm laughing, this is the most awkward, ever.

"Look," He sits on the bed where I've just completed pulling up my pants. "The way I see it you have three options-" He ticks them off on his fingers, "Option-A you can call that uber and we leave this at two perfect nights. Option-B you take a shower," he leans over and dramatically sniffs me,  "You need it, look and smell freshly fucked," I slap his face lightly, "And sneak out later. Option -C, you shower, with me, give me a cuddle, and in the morning we talk. I have a proposition for you.."

"Another one?" I interrupt.

"Rude!" He claps his hand over my giggling mouth. "Now as I was saying, When in doubt, always pick C."

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My Eyes - Part 10

Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 5,421

Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.

Previously On...

“Nat, for the last time, I’m not going to your birthday party.” Bucky and Nat were sparring in the gym.

“But it’s my birthday! You have to do anything I ask!” She retorted as he blocked yet another one of her attacks.

They had been going at it for an hour now and they were both breathing heavily. Bucky was just wearing baggy short and no shirt. Nat was only wearing a sports bra and capri leggings. Despite being half dressed and covered in sweat, there was zero sexual tension in the room. It was all training and business.

“Can’t I just buy you a gift? I’ll even get you a cake!” Bucky offered.

Nat shook her head. “Nope. The only gift I’ll accept is you attending my birthday party.”

“Romanoff… It ain’t happening.” Bucky cocked an eyebrow.

Then she gave him her infamous smirk. “I guess we’ll just have to fight for it.”

Bucky narrowed his gaze. “Fine.”

“I win, you come to my party and you even let me pick out your outfit. You win, and you don’t even have to get me a gift.” Nat offered.

Bucky moved to a fighting stance. “You got yourself a deal.”

Nat didn’t need any other cue and lunged for him. Most recruits were terrified to fight Bucky. It was mostly she, Sam, and T’Challa that were brace enough. But the royal king was rarely at the compound to fill in.

Nat had to admit, most days, Bucky had the upper hand. He had brute strength on his side, not to mention the metal arm. He was almost twice her height and was a good enough sniper to rival Clint.

But the Black Widow was trained to be a woman fighting men. She was resourceful and went into every fight knowing she was more likely to lose… And that was exactly why she rarely did.

Nat was mostly on the defense, biding her time until she saw the perfect window to take Bucky down. He was oblivious to this specific tactic and was naïve to think that it would be over soon.

Then she caught it. Bucky pulled a punch from his metal arm and it set off his perfect balance just a sliver. Nat threw a kick at the exact spot that would further mess up his equilibrium. The point wasn’t for the kick to actually do any damage. But once she was controlling where the weight of his body was, she went in for the kill. She sprinted forward and her legs formed into a flying scissor, wrapping around Bucky’s neck. Using her body weight to her advantage, she twisted her torso and used all her strength to pull Bucky down to the ground.

Despite this being her infamous style of fighting, she still managed to surprise her teammates with it.

With both of them on the ground, Nat still had the upper hand. Bucky’s neck was in a vice-like grip between her muscular legs. She tightened her grip, choking him. He tried to get out of her hold. But the angle was too strange for even his metal arm to escape from it. His face was going pink from lack of oxygen.

“I can’t wait to pick out your outfit.” Nat commented cheekily. Then she released him.

“I hate that fucking move…” Bucky muttered under his breath.

Nat smiled as she grabbed her water bottle and walked out of the gym.

---

Bucky was grateful that Nat’s birthday party was a more casual than the usual Avenger events. Bucky usually snuck his way out of most of them. Clearly, this was not one of those times.

Nat was true to her word and made Bucky wear exactly what she wanted. He ended up in dark wash jeans, a crisp white button up, and combat boots. But Nat claimed it was the grungy motorcycle jacket that completed the outfit. Bucky had already owned all of the clothes, but apparently he didn’t know how to combine them to her liking. She even made him let her do his hair. By the end of her efforts, she said he looked like a 90s heartthrob. Like always, the reference went over his head. A bet was a bet, and he had followed through. At least in these clothes he could actually breathe.

There were a couple hundred guests. Apparently being a spy with multiple identities got you a lot of friends. There were a lot of SHIELD agents, but there seemed to be some normal civilians too.

The compound had extra security service for events like these. After the whole situation with Ultron, Tony got a little uptight about having guests.

Bucky’s eyes lit up as he caught sight of Thor across the room. Even when he was wearing Midgardian clothing, he still stuck out like the godly being he was. Bucky left his quiet and secluded corner to approach him.  

“Thor, please tell me you have that Asgardian liquor on you.” Bucky pleaded.

“Ah! James! It is good to see you too!” Thor pushed sarcasm as his friend bypassed the polite greeting.

“Right. Sorry, Thor. Hi, how are you?” Bucky’s cheeks reddened slightly. It was these stupid parties to blame for he rudeness. He hated them.

Thor seemed to pick up on his stress and patted him on the shoulder. “I only jest, my friend. Of course I have my famed spirits.” Without further conversation, Thor grabbed an empty glass from a passing waiter and filled it halfway.

Bucky thanked him graciously. Once he had a few sips, he allowed himself to relax and conversed with Thor. A few more sips and he realized he was starting to enjoy himself.

Then he happened to glance at the entrance and spotted a beautiful woman entering. He did a double take: the beautiful woman was Y/N.

Bucky quickly turned his back so she couldn’t spot him. His eyes searched the crowd for Natasha. Chugging the rest of his liquid and slamming it down on the nearest surface, Bucky excused himself from his conversation with Thor.

Nat was in the middle of a chat with Wanda and someone he didn’t know. Not caring if he was rude, Bucky gripped Nat’s arm and practically ripped her away. He found a secluded corner and pushed her against the wall.

“You just really wanted me to come to your birthday party, huh?” He asked with accusation in his voice.

Nat immediately put on an innocent expression.

“Guess it just slipped your mind that you invited Y/N and that you somehow convinced her to actually come?” Bucky continued in a growl.

“Would you have come if I told you?” Nat snapped back.

Bucky narrowed his gaze and finally dropped the tight grip he had on her arm.

It had been a month since Bucky confessed his darkest secret to Y/N. He hadn’t found the courage to return since. He talked to Jimmy every couple of days on the phone. But there was never a conversation between Y/N and Bucky.

“For once, can you just stay out of my business?” Bucky growled at her.

“Meddling is kind of my thing. I work in espionage, Barnes. What do you expect?” Nat really didn’t feel guilty. Someone had to push the two of them.  

Bucky let out a growl of frustration. He was so not prepared to have this confrontation tonight.

He pointed an aggressive finger at Nat. “For the record, I’m letting this slip since it’s your birthday. You better believe your ass is mine next time we spar.”

Nat smirked. “I look forward to it.” And then she was slipping back into the party.

Bucky took in a deep breath. Maybe he shouldn’t have drunk Thor’s alcohol. Now he was feeling sick. No more for him, only earthly drinks. If he was going to face this, he had to do it with a clear head.

Eventually he had the courage to head back inside the center of the party. He found Sam leaning against the bar. Bucky joined him, ordering a beer from the bartender.

“Y/N’s here.” Sam said calmly, thinking he was giving his friend a fair warning.

“Oh, I’m well aware.” Bucky replied cynically and took a large gulp of his beer.

“She looks good.” Sam complimented in a non-threatening way.

Bucky nodded and looked at the men in her vicinity. Their eyes were all on her. She was oblivious as she said hi to old friends she hadn’t seen in years.

“Yeah… you’re not the only one to notice.” Bucky muttered darkly.  

But Sam was right: Y/N looked absolutely beautiful. It was like no time had passed since the first day he met her. There had never been a time when Bucky had seen Y/N all dolled up. She was always undone and natural. He preferred her that way, if he were being honest. But seeing her with the sexy pink slip, high heels, and glamorous makeup… he couldn’t complain. However, he could complain about other men ogling her.  

“You know, if the Winter Soldier took his claim, none of those other suckers would go within 5 feet of her.” Sam chuckled. He couldn’t deny, it was entertaining watching Bucky grumble.

“She’s not a piece of property, Sam.” Bucky retorted. He looked at the bar instead of Y/N. It wasn’t something he wanted to watch. His self-control was already being tested.  

Sam scoffed. “You know what I mean, man.” He on the other hand, was watching Y/N like a hawk. Bucky wasn’t the only one that felt a responsibility to watch over Y/N. If Bucky didn’t swing in and save her from unwanted suitors, Sam would happily do it.  

“I’m not going to get in her way.” Bucky mumbled and shook his head.

“Maybe you should. She doesn’t seem to be feeling it.” Sam basically narrated as his eyes stayed locked on her.

Bucky’s gaze snapped up. Y/N was stuck in a conversation with a reputable SHIELD agent. Bucky recognized him as Caleb Stratford. He was a nice guy, good-looking, and a decent agent. What bothered Bucky was how uncomfortable Y/N appeared to be. Her shoulders were slightly raised and her hands were fidgeting in front of her. She was smiling and nodding along, but Bucky could recognize the phoniness behind it.

“If you aren’t going to do anything, I will. She looks like cornered prey, Bucky.” Sam wasn’t being playful anymore and his warning was genuine.

Bucky didn’t bother responding verbally. He shot up from his seat and slammed his beer on the bar. Most people moved out of his way as he crossed the room. No matter how much good he did, people still shifted in concealed fear. They weren’t used to seeing him at these gatherings either.

Y/N didn’t notice Bucky’s approach until he cleared his throat beside Caleb. Her body instantly relaxed at the sight of him.

Caleb turned slightly to acknowledge him. “Sergeant Barnes.” He greeted coolly.

“Agent Stratford.” Bucky answered. “I think Coulson is looking for you.”

True or not, Caleb wasn’t going to let Y/N out of his grasp. He eyed Bucky suspiciously and didn’t appreciate the challenge. “Word on street is that you have no problem finding yourself girls to take home. Didn’t realize you started fighting other men for them, Barnes.” His attempt at being Y/N’s knight in shining armor went amiss.

Y/N’s eyes flickered to Bucky at the comment. It was not what she was expecting to hear.

“Careful… he’s the godfather of my son.” Y/N raised an eyebrow with her caution.

Caleb broke his stare down with Bucky to look at her. “You two know each other?”

“Yes.” Bucky and Y/N accidentally answered in unison.

Caleb took this a small defeat, but he wasn’t completely giving up. “I hope to see you around, Y/N.” He gave a final scowl to Bucky before walking away.

Y/N let out a breath now that the tension was gone.

“I didn’t realize I was Jimmy’s godfather.” Bucky said with a sly smirk.

“Well… that’s because I’m not religious and I think he would’ve assumed we were somehow related if I said uncle.” Y/N giggled. “I should’ve brought up Jimmy sooner. Nothing makes men runner faster than a single mom.”

“Well they’re idiots then.” Bucky stated. His earnestness made Y/N’s smile falter slightly.

She watched him for a moment. “Nat didn’t tell you I was coming, did she?”

“No… it must have slipped her mind.” He sighed.

Then Y/N took in his attire. She hadn’t noticed it until now. “Did she also make you one of her dolls?”

Bucky laughed. “That bad, huh?”

“No. I was actually going to say you look ruggedly handsome. But that’s nothing new… I just somehow knew the outfit wasn’t your doing.”

Bucky blushed at compliment and Y/N smiled at being responsible for it.

“Do you want a drink? Sam’s over at the bar and he wanted to say hi.”

Y/N nodded and lead the way. Bucky was right behind her. She took note of people staring at her. Apparently it was weird to see the Winter Soldier accompanied by a woman.

However, Bucky only noticed the men checking her out.

“You know…I’m beginning to understand why Steve never brought you to these things.” His voice was low and hostile.

But Y/N just looked at him with a blank expression, completely oblivious to what he was referring to.

Bucky shook his head at her innocence and ran his hand through his shaggy hair. “Y/N, you look beautiful.” His voice was sincere and sweet. Then he caught a man staring at her ass. He glared at him, over Y/N’s shoulder. “And I have a feeling if I leave you alone for a second, you’re going to have to deal with more than just Caleb.”

“Then I guess you can’t let me out of your sight.” Y/N suggested with a playful gape.

Thank god the bartender interrupted them, because Y/N’s charm completely caught Bucky off guard.

This was new for them: flirting, teasing banter. Bucky hadn’t expected it. Instead his pessimism was convinced she would either avoid him the whole night or make her rejection quite clear.

“My flower fairy!” Sam came out of nowhere. “Oh, I’ve missed you!”

“Shh, Sam.” Y/N hushed. “People are staring.”

Bucky smiled at her blushing.

Sam ignored her warning and hugged her tightly. “Hey, hey, hey!” He addressed the entire party. “This is my flower fairy… she’s off limits. Hear me?” He continued embarrassing her by yelling out. The people in their vicinity actually quieted down from Sam’s announcement.

Bucky had to respect the man’s tactics.

But Y/N groaned at the unwanted attention. “You just took cock blocking to a new level, Sam. Sometimes I regret naming my son after you.”

“The only thing you regret, is doing it in his middle name instead of his first name.” Sam argued with a wink.

Then some veteran friends of his pulled Sam away.

Y/N finally was able to grab her drink. She looked at Bucky and did a cheers with his beer. After taking a sip, she studied Bucky.

“You know… I’m surprised you’re even here right now. I thought you hated these things.”

“I lost a bet with Nat. Otherwise I would be hiding in my bedroom or the gym.”

Y/N smirked at his honesty. “Well, I would’ve found you eventually.”

There it was again, the flirting.

“Y/N! Why didn’t you find me when you got here?” Wanda practically squealed in her ear and wrapped her in a hug.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was being dragged away by the girl. She looked over her shoulder and gave Bucky a look that informed him they weren’t done talking.

---

The party went on and Bucky managed to continue surviving. The party was getting crazier. People had been drinking for hours now; the music was louder, the room was hotter.

“Do you know where Y/N is? I wanted her to dance with me.” Nat whined.

Bucky shrugged. “I assumed she was with you.”

“I haven’t seen her in awhile.” Nat replied before returning to the dance floor.

Bucky looked around and he couldn’t find Y/N anywhere either. Then he realized where she was probably hiding. Looking around, he made sure no one saw him leaving. He didn’t want anyone following him, but he also didn’t want to get dragged to the dance floor with Nat.

The average guest wouldn’t know how to get on the rooftop. The hallways were confusing and there were too many turns. No one would end up there accidentally.

So he wasn’t surprised to find Y/N staring out into the surrounding forest. Every so often she would look below at the drunken guests escaping to various chauffeurs.

“Hiding from Nat?” Bucky asked from behind her.

Y/N whipped around. “Jesus, Buck! You scared me.”

Bucky mumbled an apology.

“I was having a good time.” She admitted. “Then I just had to start remembering things. Nostalgia is such a bitch, you know.” Y/N sighed, looking back into the night. “I haven’t been back here since…since-“

“I know.” Bucky acknowledged softly.

Y/N shivered as the night breeze passed.

Bucky quickly shrugged off his leather jacket and wrapped it over her shoulders.

Those chivalrous gestures still surprised her, and he could read it as her eyes flickered up to his. She muttered her thanks and shifted the jacket so she could put her arms in the sleeves. The way it hung off her frame reminded him of how small she really was.

Bucky watched as Y/N sighed and burrowed further into his jacket. It was like taking a blanket out of the dryer. He couldn’t deny that he was looking forward to it smelling like her once he got it back.

Silence settled between them.

Y/N seemed to be trying to work herself up to ask something. Bucky could tell she was having quite the internal discussion. Finally she took a deep breath and faced him daringly.

“I…I just have to know.” She began quietly. “If Steve were still alive, would you have ever told me?”

Bucky swallowed and found that his throat was dry. They’d been dodging the issues concerning the two of them all night. It was finally time to acknowledge the lingering questions.

He looked at the ground as if it would give him the right answer. After a moment he shook his head. “No. It wouldn’t have been fair…to you or Steve.”

“You told me everything…and-and then you just left, Bucky.” Y/N reproached. “And you never came back.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Y/N. I just needed you to know. I didn’t want to force a resolution from you.”

“And you’re scared.” She couldn’t help but point out.

Bucky’s jaw clenched at her calling out his vulnerability. “That too.” He confessed.

Then she was taking a step closer to him. Bucky didn’t move; just let her take control of the situation. He was just her prey. She reached up and stroked his cheek, rubbing his scruff back and forth with her right thumb. But her eyes were eyeing his dark pink lips. The distance between their faces was getting smaller and smaller.

Bucky couldn’t stand still any longer. He had to grab something. His right hand gripped her waist and tugged slightly, encouraging her to move closer.

Their lips were nearly touching.

“Y/N! I know you’re hiding up here!” Nat yelled out drunkenly. Wanda, Sam, and few other friends accompanied her.

Y/N let out a sigh.

Bucky leaned his forehead against hers.

They both knew the moment was over now.

The two of them pulled apart just as the group reached the top of the stairs and joined them on the rooftop.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Wanda giggled. Clearly Bucky and Y/N were the most sober of everyone.

Once again, Y/N was being pulled away from Bucky. But as she was almost to the stairs, she realized she was still wearing his leather jacket.

“Oh!” She started moving to take it off.

“Keep it. I’ll grab it later.” Bucky stopped her. “Looks better on you anyway, doll.”

---

Bucky was restless as he stared up at his bedroom ceiling. His right forearm was draped across his forehead as he felt a headache coming on. It was like his whole body knew that Y/N was still in his vicinity.

He had offered to fly her back home on one of the jets. It was mostly an excuse to have her to himself. But she said Nat had invited her to spend the night in one of the guest rooms. She’d brought an overnight bag and everything.

Bucky was at a loss of where to go from here. Was Y/N actually interested in him? Or was he just the remnants of Steve that she couldn’t let go?

They were so close to kissing. Why couldn’t he have just ignored the rest of them and crashed his lips against hers? ‘Because you’re a coward,’ he told himself.

But Bucky’s internal monologue came to a halt when he heard someone knocking on his bedroom door. He quickly sat up in bed and glanced at the clock: it was almost 3 in the morning.

With his hand gripping the handle, he paused a moment before opening the door.

Y/N was standing on the other side. The glamorous makeup was gone, her hair was undone, she was wearing a ratty t-shirt that had the logo of a band on it, and cotton shorts. This was the Y/N Bucky had fallen in love with.

Bucky didn’t ask her what she was doing. He had the feeling that Y/N’s empath abilities were slipping from her grasp again.

Next thing he knew, Y/N flung herself at him. Her lips were on his and her hands had somehow already wrapped around his neck. One of them was lacing itself within his dark hair and Bucky let out a groan of pleasure.  

Bucky managed to slam his bedroom door shut without breaking the kiss. Then his arms were gripping the back of her thighs and he lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. Y/N gasped at the movement, but her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct alone.

Bucky carried her to the bed. He couldn’t stop kissing her. Whether it was Y/N or her abilities, her lips felt electric. Her body was telling him what she wanted through her powers, without her consent. The paranormal communication was intoxicating to him.

But then reality still managed to slip its way into his conscious.

Y/N was being pressed into the mattress from their kissing. Bucky suddenly pulled away and stood up, just at the edge of the bed. Y/N sat up, sensing his distress and trying to read his emotions even further.

Bucky laughed uneasily and ran a hand over his scruff. “I-I feel like we’re doing this in the wrong order.” He admitted roughly.

Y/N cocked an eyebrow, not understanding what he meant.

“I just want to do this right… wanted to take you out.”

Then she was smiling, finally comprehending what Bucky was so stressed about. He felt like he was treating her like the rest of the women that warmed his bed. She knew that wasn’t the case, and she knew because she felt it.

Y/N slowly made her way off the bed so she was standing and facing Bucky. Her eyes narrowed with seduction. Then her lips were on his neck, then behind his ear, then just at the corner of his lips. Bucky knew she was trying to destroy him and it was working.

When enough damage was done, Y/N pulled back to look at him again. “I figure you’ve waited long enough… don’t you think, James?”

The use of his first name made his heart beat faster.

Without waiting for him to respond, she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Then she slid her shorts and underwear down her legs in one movement.

Y/N stepped forward to capture his lips again.

But Bucky stopped her gently and made her take a step back.

His eyes consumed every inch her body, taking in every detail. He shook his head at the absurdity of it all, as if he were not worthy enough to be with her right now…like this.

Y/N shrunk slightly at the scrutiny and shifted her weight in discomfort. Bucky took it as his cue, seizing her hips gently and pulling her back to him.

“Don’t be shy.” Bucky murmured in her ear and then pressed a kiss to her jaw. “You’re beautiful.” It was an understatement. He had nightmares and dreams about being with Y/N like this. None of them would compare to the reality.

Her body pulsed a surge of passion. She was completely unable to control it now. Then her hands were grabbing at the edge of Bucky’s tank top and she pulled it off his body gracefully.

Y/N had never been this close to his bare chest. She was suddenly reminded of the time she found him in the kitchen, how he cowered from her view in embarrassment. Bucky watched her observing the scars where metal met flesh.

With the every other girl, he never got self-conscious about it. They were just one-night stands. Most of them slept with him because of who they thought he was. It was never intimate enough for him to care what they thought of his scars.

Y/N then realized that Bucky had avoided touching her with his metal arm this whole time. She reached forward and gently pulled it toward her naked body, forcing it to wrap around her waist. The cool metal calmed her nerves. Then she leaned forward and scattered kissed along the scarring on his chest.  

She could tell that Bucky was still self-conscious. So she sent a calming flow toward him with her powers.

Bucky let out a shaky breath in relief.

But he couldn’t help himself anymore. He enveloped her in another kiss and pressed her body back onto the bed, hovering over her bare figure.

---

Bucky gradually woke up. It took a moment for his mind to catch up with his body. He metal arm was wrapped around a warm and naked body. For a moment, his brain told him it was another one of his flings. But he could never sleep after those affairs and he had definitely never cuddled with any of them like this.

The night then came rushing back. His eyes flickered up to find Y/N’s back pressed tightly to his bare chest. Bucky was beaming at the memory of last night’s events. He pressed a kiss to the back of Y/N’s shoulder. She let out a content sigh. But that wasn’t enough for her sleeping body, for it turned in his arms and then she nuzzled her face into his chest.

Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the cuteness of it. He pressed another kiss to her forehead. It seemed to finally rouse her from the slumber.

Her eyes squinted up at him. Then she closed them again, refusing to properly wake up. She kissed his collarbone and nestled back into his chest.

“Morning…” Her voice was muffled, but he could still hear the smile.

“Good morning, doll.” Bucky greeted tenderly.

“I don’t want to get up.” Y/N whined. “Don’t make me do it.”

He chuckled. “No one’s making you get up… I promise.” But he sat up against the headboard and shifted her body so she was sleeping on his chest.

“You’re so warm.” Y/N sighed sleepily.

Bucky couldn’t help himself as he kissed the top of her head. His arms still enveloped her torso, his right hand rubbing light circles on her back.

“How about I go sneak some coffee out of the kitchen for us?” Bucky whispered in her ear. He felt her body perk up at the mention of ‘coffee’ and laughed at her response. “That’s what I thought.”

Y/N managed to let go of his body heat with the promise of coffee.

When Bucky returned, the bed was empty. Y/N came out of the bathroom with her hair fixed and her clothes back on.

Bucky’s brow creased. “I’ll be honest, I preferred you with your clothes off.”

Despite all of their activities last night, Y/N blushed. “Well, I got cold without your ridiculous body heat. So you only have yourself to blame.” She walked over to and kissed him adoringly on the lips before taking her coffee out of his grasp.

Y/N sat on the bed, sipped her coffee, and glanced around Bucky’s bedroom. She had never been in here before. And last night she had been a little too preoccupied to notice any details.

Her eyes lit up when she noticed various drawings and picture colorings that Jimmy continued to gift to Bucky with every visit. Then she spotted photos of him and Steve. A couple of them were from the 40s; others were modern and clearly taken on a digital camera or phone. But then something caught Y/N’s attention on the bookcase.

Bucky had been watching her and followed her gaze, wondering what she was looking at. Y/N stood up and placed her coffee on the nightstand before walking over.

She’d recognize Steve’s sketchbook anywhere.

There was dust gathered on it. Clearly it hadn’t been opened in quite some time.

A pit formed in Bucky’s stomach as he watched her, nervously. Was this about to finish everything?

Y/N had never looked inside. Steve had always been shy about his artwork and she respected that privacy. She never asked, only seeing the stuff he offered to her. But now it was all in front of her, at her fingertips.

Y/N flipped it open and her eyes were instantly met with countless drawings of herself. Her breathing became heavier as she absorbed the naked sketches. She had no idea he’d done any of them.

Quickly turning around, she eyed Bucky. “Have you looked at these?” Her voice was nervous and slightly embarrassed.

He nodded carefully. “Once.”

Y/N’s hand shook as she put the sketchbook back in its place. It was left for Bucky, not her. Clearly he wasn’t looking at it everyday. The dust made that clear.

“I told you, you were beautiful.” Bucky simplified.

Before she could further express her vulnerability, someone knocked at the door.

Y/N panicked. As soon as one person saw them together, everyone would know before the end of the day. It was too soon for that.

Bucky saw her distress and crossed the room. He caressed her cheek and kissed her. “It’s fine.” He assured her softly.

From where she was standing, the visitor wouldn’t see her unless Bucky completely opened the door.

Y/N instantly recognized the voice of Agent Hill. She listened as Hill explained that Bucky and some of the other Avengers were needed. There was an attack in Chicago. They were flying out in a few hours.

Y/N glanced at the sketchbook again.

Her eyes began to water when she started putting it together.

Bucky finally finished his talk and closed the door. He stopped his movements when he caught the tears forming in Y/N’s eyes.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

But she shook her head, refusing to explain. “I-I should go.”

Bucky rushed to her, but she maneuvered out of his hold. “Y/n, wait. Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m fine. I’ll ask Nat to fly me back. If she can’t, I’ll just get one of the driver’s to drop me off at the airport and I’ll buy a ticket home.”

“Y/N, stop!” Bucky finally snapped. He gripped her shoulders and forced her to face him. “What the hell just happened?” He was horrified to find her shaking.

“It’s going to happen again. It already is!” Y/N whimpered. “I can’t do it again.” She kept emphasizing ‘again’.

Bucky sighed, putting it together.

“You’re already leaving for a mission.” Y/N explained. “I just got you and now all I can think about is losing you.”

Bucky’s heart broke. “Y/N…wait here, okay? Please…just-just wait here. I’ll be right back.” Y/N said nothing. “Can you do that?”

She finally shrugged and nodded.

10 minutes later, Bucky came back with Y/N’s overnight bag hanging off his shoulder.

Y/N became confused. “What are you doing?”

“Come on. I’m taking you home.” Bucky responded casually.

“I-I thought you had to-”

Bucky grabbed her hand. “I told them I’m not going.”

With that, he started dragging her to the hangar.

---

Part 11

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Guys My Age (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 6007

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs. 

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Enjoy the smot. And please use protection people. Better safe than surprised. I think this is dirtiest fic I’ve written so far.

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As soon as you shut your bedroom door, the tears were rolling down your cheeks nonstop. Your legs gave out on you and slid down to the floor, trying your hardest to regulate your breathing before this turned into a full-on anxiety attack.

This hurt so much more than you thought it would. He didn’t even give you a chance to finish. Maybe you took the flirting too far? Maybe you weren’t his type and he was repulsed? But even if, he could’ve let you down a little gently.

Your thoughts wouldn’t go away anytime soon, but after a while, you managed to stop crying and pick yourself up.

Meanwhile, Steve was on his way to Bucky to ask him about what happened and why he saw you crying on your way out. He didn’t bother knocking on the door, barging in and looking around the barely-lit room. He saw Bucky sitting at the edge of his bed, hunched over with his head in between his hands. He didn’t bother to acknowledge Steve.

“Bucky, what happened just now with Y/N? She was running out of your room crying.”

“Crying? She was crying. Isn’t that something. Fuck. FUCK!” Bucky was past angry, and Steve didn’t need to be a genius to figure out that his best friend was afraid and uncertain about you.

“Buck what’re you talking about?”

“Are you in on this too? Please tell me you’re not. I can’t afford t-”

“WHAT the hell are you saying punk?” Steve was getting impatient with his friend’s lack of a functioning brain cell.

“Tony and Sam put her up to this didn’t they? They even said it before the dare...telling her to loosen me up a bit. Was her telling me she liked me another joke to you? She can’t go around playing with people’s hearts Steve.” Bucky was pacing back and forth, refusing to acknowledge Steve’s confusion while carrying out an entire conversation by himself.

So busy trying to figure out where this all went wrong, he didn’t see Steve approaching him.

“What the fuck man?” Bucky yelled at Steve, holding onto his jaw until he felt blood rolling down his chin. Steve’s body language was aggressive but his tone was calm. He massaged the hand he just used to punch his best friend, deciding to head out before this escalated.

“You’re a moron.”

Bucky stood there and wiped his chin in silence. It was his turn to be confused.

“She’s been interested in you ever since she joined the team, probably way before that even. You think she runs around and gives lap dances to anyone? Sam and Romanoff were trying to help you guys out. Clearly it backfired...”

Bucky wasn’t sure he heard Steve correctly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water because how the hell was he supposed to react?

“Have you really been that blind? Why do you think she always goes out of her way to help you out Buck? Yes she is a nice person but she’s not that nice to everyone else.” Steve felt bad that he punched his friend but when Bucky continued to stare at him like he grew a second head, the regret was gone.

“What?”

“Omyg- she likes you, you idiot.” Steve yelled, rolling his eyes at the man that used to be a casanova.

Bucky didn’t know what to feel. Should he feel happy because someone like you found him worthy enough of your time and feelings? Or should he jump off a building because of how he overreacted and treated you?

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. So I suggest you go and apologize now.” Steve pointed to the door, never once softening his gaze because he knew this wasn’t going to end well if no apologies were given this night.

“I can’t.” Bucky whispered sheepishly, like a child who knew his parents were about to yell at him again.

“Why not?”

“She probably doesn’t want to see me right now Steve. I told her to leave.” He huffed and wanted to kick himself over and over and over again at the way he treated you.

“All the more reason to go and talk to her. If you don’t, I will.” Steve turned around and was about to walk out of the door when Bucky told him to stop.

“Wait just- fine.”

“Go. NOW!” Steve raised his voice when Bucky didn’t move a muscle.

He walked out and stopped midway to your room, trying to figure out what he should say to you if you bothered to open the door for him. He did only just break your heart. Maybe you’d give him another chance if he begged enough.

When he did get to your door, he couldn’t find the strength to knock, raising his hand only to drop it tirelessly when he remembered what he said to you. He stood there for what felt like an eternity before taking a deep breath and knocking three times.

“Doll?” He called out when he didn’t hear anything from the other side.

You were washing your face in the bathroom when you heard the knock on the door, quickly wiping your face before walking to your dresser. You thought it was just Steve or Natasha coming by to check on you.

“Just a second!” You yelled out before quickly putting on a shirt and heading to open the door.

The last thing you expected was Bucky standing in front of you. Your heart skipped a beat for all the wrong reasons. He looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole and you weren’t sure why he was shy all of a sudden when he pretty much kicked you out not two hours ago.

You froze, not knowing what to say or how to react to the way he was looking at the ground. When he finally looked up, he saw the way you were staring at him and knew there were probably a million things running through your mind. But what got his attention was what you were wearing, or perhaps, lack thereof. The shirt was barely covering your thighs and it was silky and he could see the black lace bra peeking from the side.

Fuck. This isn’t the time to check her out man. Really? Getting hard while you’re trying to apologize.

That, thankfully, didn't go unnoticed by you. He was blushing, his jaw as tense as his posture while his metal arm started to shift.

Realizing he probably wouldn't be able to form a grammatically correct sentence if he tried to apologize, he decided to show you how he felt instead. Bucky did the only thing that came to mind, taking two steps into your room and slamming the door shut behind him before grabbing the back of your head and crashing his lips with yours. When you didn’t react to him immediately, he began to panic and pulled away, afraid he made matters worse.

“Fuck I’m s-sorry. I didn’t th-” He was cut off by you violently pushing him against the door and reaching around to lock it behind him. And He was even more surprised when you, quite literally, jumped on him and grabbed his neck, roughly pulling him down until you were smashing your lips with his. His metal hand grabbed your ass while the other one supported your back and pushed you towards him. You moaned when you felt the cool sensation of his metal arm seeping through your panties, arching your back into him to try and get closer.

He took this chance to open your mouth with his tongue, swirling it around your desperate lips and growling when he felt your nails digging into his skin. You pulled away when the need for oxygen became too much, your eyes taking in the man in front of you.

He was a sight to behold.

His hair was messy, pupils dilated with a thin blue ring around them that made him seem dangerously needy. His lips were red from where you bit him, and you smiled when you saw sweat begin to form on his neck and around handsome features.

“Buck-”

“I’m so sorry. I swear I didn't know darling. I’m an ass. A dumb, clueless ass.”

“James-”

“No wait let me finish.” Bucky rested his head on the wall, trying to calm his breathing and avoiding your gaze because he wouldn’t be able to finish a sentence if he saw the way you were looking at him.

“Doll I didn’t give you a chance to tell me anything. I was so furious and still turned on that all I could think of was ‘there is no way in hell she’s interested in you...it’s all a bet.’ Steve punched some sense into me and told me how much of an idiot I’ve been all this time and I’m just so fucking sorry.”

“BUCKY!!” You roared at him to grab his attention, happy that he finally slowed down and gave you a chance to talk.

He looked at you like a puppy who was finally allowed to come inside from the rain.

“Fuck me. Now. You can apologize later.”

Bucky let out a whimper, not fully comprehending how you were so forgiving towards him.

It took him an extra second to finally figure it out. He knows why and it scared him to death because what if he hurts you? What if he accidentally does something that’ll make him regret doing this?

He didn’t realize he was thinking out loud until he saw the look on your face.

“James. I...I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time, longer than I can remember. And with that comes complete and utter trust. And acceptance. You won’t hurt me.” Your hands were grasping his neck, forcing him to look into your eyes because you knew he wouldn’t find a hint of a lie in them.

“How do you know?” Bucky had such a reluctant and sad look on his face that made you realize why he was doubting you.

“Because I’m not made of glass. I’m made of so much more. And I trust you with my life. My heart. My everything.”

When he said nothing, you motioned for him to put you back on your feet. You took his metal hand when he set you down, walking to your bed and pushing him down so he could sit at the edge of the mattress. You stood in front of him for a few seconds before you started stripping.

He sighed heavily when he saw you pull off your shirt, and you smiled when you noticed him visibly shaking, the blush creeping up his neck turning you on way more than it should.

You straddled him, immediately taking both of his hands and putting them on you. You needed to feel him somewhere. Anywhere. Everywhere.

“I trust you.”

And with those three words, the walls he’d spent years building around himself came tumbling down, leaving a glimmer of hope in their ruins.

He kissed you again, this time with so much desperation and need you thought his life depended on it. His hands were roaming everywhere and you couldn’t get enough of the contrasting temperatures. It felt like someone set you on fire before dragging ice across your skin.

“Please..”

“What do you need, baby? Tell me what you need...just want to make you feel good. Use your words doll.” He started kissing and biting down your neck, his hands grabbing your ass.

“I n-need you James.” You tried to keep your eyes open, wanting nothing more than to see him become unhinged. But the way he touched you made you feel nervous. You couldn’t possibly look at him, not when he was about to devour you.

“Fuck, say that again.” Bucky whispered in your ear, smiling at your insatiable neediness.

“I need you.” You were panting against him, a part of you feeling just a tiny bit of shame because he barely even touched you.

“No, not that. My name…say my name again darling.” He groaned against your skin, licking down the valley between your breasts and chuckling when he felt your nails digging into his scalp.

“James…”

“Again.”

“James.”

“Fuck, again Y/N-”

“James...I- I love you.” You hesitated through the simple words, afraid it would all be too much for him.

And just like that, the last ounce of control Bucky had flew right out the window. He held onto you tightly before turning around and slamming you to the bed. He was furious with his touches, kissing down your exposed skin until he reached the soft lace of your bra.

“How much do you like this bra?” Bucky asked impatiently.

“I don-'' Before you could finish the sentence, Bucky was grabbing the front of your bra and ripping it in half.

“I’ll buy you a new one doll.” When you didn’t reply, Bucky was worried he scared you with his eagerness. Reluctantly, he looked up to gauge your reaction and attempt to salvage the damage he may have created.

What he saw, however, took his breath away. Fucking hell. You were blushing so hard.

“Did- did that turn you on?” He asked with that devilish smile, and you looked away to hide your embarrassment. It was all he needed to know.

“Well...I was planning on making love to you tonight but I don’t think that’s what you want. Is it darling?” You managed to meet his eyes, silently telling him your deepest desires.

In the blink of an eye, Bucky was taking hold of both of your hands, slamming them high above your head before forcing you to keep your eyes on him.

“You want it rough baby girl? You want me to use you huh? Fuck you into the next world...fill you up with my cock and wait till you beg me to make you come? Is that what you want sugar?” The involuntary moan you let out was music to his ears.

“Before we begin, I need you to do two things for me. Yeah? I need you to keep looking at me. You lose eye contact and I’ll stop. Understand?”

You nodded quickly, making him chuckle from how desperate you were to please him.

“And if this gets to be too much, you have to tell me to stop. Please...Understand?”

Once more, you nodded so hard you grew a little dizzy.

“Good girl.”

He placed his hand on your cheek and smiled when you leaned into it. Dragging his hand down your neck, he pinched your nipple and you arched your back in response, wanting to get away from the pain but refusing to let the pleasure subside. Going down further, Bucky’s hand stopped at the top of your panties, rubbing the lace material between his fingers and groaning when he felt how soaked through they were.

“Doll. Were you wearing these downstairs?”

“Hmmm.”

“Fuck. Had I known, I would have taken you right then and there.”

You were breathing so hard at his words you swore you were going to pass out. He was being so filthy and sweet and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“That dance was somethin’ else.” Bucky was stalling and you knew very well how much he was enjoying keeping you on edge.

“Got me so worked up..so hard. And the way you grabbed my hands. So confident in your body. You were teasing me doll, dry humping me when you knew how hard I was. And in front all of them too.  It took everything I had to not rip your shirt and bend you over the table, and fuck you until you begged me to stop.” You were silently begging him to put his hands where you needed him most, but he still did nothing to appease that growing fire.

“And that song...you naughty girl. I gotta say, I thought it might be a turnoff because of how old I am. But look at you, such a mess and I barely touched you. You wanted attention from a grown up baby girl. Here I am.” His eyes were swimming with something dangerous and the few functioning neurons in your brain were telling you this was probably more than what you bargained for. But you didn’t care.

“James please.”

“Please what?” Bucky asked, eyebrow raised and metal hand tightening even more around your wrists.

“James…”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Use your words. What do you need?” He was smirking at your shameless panting, something he’d tease you about later.

“Want me to hold you like you’re my woman? Like you belong to me? Like I’m the only one that has the right to touch this body...caress it...embrace it...love it?” His gaze was so intense you felt as if he was looking right through you, into the depths of your soul. You couldn’t look at him anymore, shutting your eyes and almost sobbing when his hand flexed before wrapping even tighter around your wrists.

“What was rule one sugar? Maintain eye contact.”

Your eyes fluttered open slowly before they moved towards his dilated orbs. You were getting wetter by the second and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“I can’t. Please.”

“What?”

“Bucky, your eyes make me feel so exposed…” Your chest was heaving and he smiled again, taking in your rapid breathing and the way your nipples pebbled the longer he gazed at them.

“Doll, you’re not exposed.” He wrapped two fingers around your panties and pulled, the sound of material ripping making you flinch before looking down.

“Now you’re exposed.” You closed your legs involuntarily, sighing in annoyance when he quickly brought his hand between your knees.

“Open up Y/N. Open up for me.” You reluctantly obeyed him, slowly opening your legs and shivering when you noticed how impossibly dark his eyes became.

“Fuck Y/N. Your pussy looks so fucking pretty. I hadn’t even touched you yet darling and you’re this wet? You’re glistening. All for me. Is this all for me Y/N?” He kept his eyes on your exposed center, and for some reason, that turned you on even more. He was genuinely enjoying what he was looking at.

“Yes James...all for you. No one else. Please..please touch me I n-need to feel you inside me please James don’t tease anym-”

Without any warning, he slid between your legs and kissed your inner thighs, biting your skin when he saw how sensitive you were. You tried to buck your hips against him but that only made him want to have even more control over you, holding down your navel with his arm as he started lapping up your juices.

“Oh ohh oh god- James please...d-don’t stahp...shit oh god please don’t stop!”

Your begging only edged him on, the hoarse cries making him growl into your wet cunt, sending vibrations into your core.

“FUCK B-BUCKY!”

You placed your hands on your mouth to keep quiet, not wanting to give a show to the rest of the floor.

“No I wanna hear your sweet sounds. Let me hear you please. I want to hear what I do to you doll.”

When you removed your hands, Bucky pressed onto your thighs to open your legs wider, spitting on his fingers before pushing two inside.

“No James wait-”

He froze immediately, not knowing what he’d done wrong.

“I-I want your…” You didn’t finish the sentence, too embarrassed to say it what you wanted out loud.

“What do you want? I’ll do anything, just please let me taste you again.”

“I want your metal ones.”

Had you not been looking at him, you wouldn’t have noticed the instant change in his facial expression. You thought that perhaps you’d taken it too far but when he swore under his breath and threw you that dashing smile, you knew he was on board.

“Fuck me.”

You were actually turned on by his arm. This arm that caused so much pain. This arm that he hated more than anything else.

“James?”

He was so taken back by what you were asking him to do he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his throat. You misunderstood him, hiding behind a pillow because of course he would laugh at you.

Bucky quickly apologized before grabbing the pillow and throwing it at the end of room.

“This turns you on?” He asked as calmly as he could, afraid that he might get too excited and actually hurt you by accident.

You knew you couldn’t escape and the thought turned you on. The fact that you were cornered by him was incredibly sexy yet you still nodded shyly at his question.

“I love you so fucking much Y/N.” And without hesitation, he pushed his middle finger inside, violently sukcing on your clit until he felt your heart skip a beat.

You couldn’t breathe from how intense the cold finger felt inside of you and Bucky had to slow down to make sure you were still with him. “You gotta breathe, doll. Breathe.”

He added another finger and your back arched off the bed, your entire body feeling like it was soaring through the air and would crash at any moment. Bucky didn’t care he was probably being more rough than he wanted, and you grabbed onto his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy to try and ease the pain of wanting him everywhere.

“Fuck, do that again.” He mumbled between his attacks and you pulled on his long locks again.

“James I-I’m com-ming oh god I can’t…”

He curled his fingers with a particular thrust, hitting your g-spot time and again while licking violently at your clit. You screamed louder than you thought possible, your legs violently shaking as you came hard around him.

He didn’t slow down or stop and your hips bucked again against him, causing him to hold onto your stomach tightly.

“James please s-stop I can’t-”

He slowed down and started kissing your thighs. But once he noticed you breathing calmly he curled his fingers again and flicked your clit with his thumb, making you cry out once more and tug on the sheets around you.

“FUCK JAMES-”

“That’s it baby girl...let me hear you. Come for me.” You came again and Bucky was enamored, wanting to see your face when you came again. He pressed harshly on your clit, making you shut your eyes and gasp for air.

“Look at me Y/N. I wanna see you come on my hands.”

You tried as hard as you could to open your eyes and when you did, he was looking right at you, smirking as he fingered you faster.

You completely lost it, somehow coming harder than before. Bucky slowed down when he noticed the sweat forming on your forehead, keeping his hands still when he saw how violently your legs were shaking.

When you came back to reality, you felt something odd on your legs and the blankets beneath you. Looking down, you saw what happened, eyes widening in horror as you tried to crawl away from him.

“Oh my g-”

“Holy fuck. My hand never did that to anyone before.” You suddenly felt empty when he dragged his fingers out, his entire arm glistening in the dim light of the room.

“Doll. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You actually squirted. All from my arm!” He put his fingers into his mouth and sucked, shamelessly humming as he licked them dry. “And you taste so fucking sweet too.”

You were still trying to come to terms with how much Bucky was enjoying this but the need to hide from him increased with every approving hum. He saw you turning your face to the side and moaned, crawling up your sweaty skin before smashing his lips with yours..

“D-don’t say stuff like that...I get-”

“Flustered? Shy? Embarrassed? I was fingers deep inside you not a moment ago and you’re flushing because of what I’m saying?” He sucked on your neck before licking the discolored skin.

“I’m just admiring, darling.”

“Why are you still dressed?” You huffed impatiently, attempting to move from under him to get his clothes off.

“Let’s fix that shall we.” You grabbed his shirt before he could move above you, tugging it off and throwing it away. When you tried to settle back, you felt his hips moving against your heat, silently thanking whatever higher power existed because yes, he was as big as you thought he’d be.

“Let me take care of that.” You fumbled around to pull on his sweatpants, repay him the favor, but he swatted them away and stood up.

“No. Tonight is about you.” Bucky took off his pants and stood in his boxer briefs, and you swore you saw him twitch beneath the flimsy material. You excitedly licked your lips. The boxers left nothing to the imagination and you suddenly felt like he was standing too far from you. Damn he was blessed!

And no matter how many times you saw him shirtless, it still made you rub your thighs to alleviate the pain between them. When you finally tore your eyes away from his rippling muscles, you saw him already smirking at you.

“See anything you like?” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, hating how flirty and shameless he was all the time.

When Bucky moved on top of you once more, you felt overwhelmed from his violent touches and needy kisses.

“These...are god’s greatest creation.” He was biting on your nipple, rolling the other between his metal fingers before pinching them.

Your skin felt like it was on fire and you smiled when the coolness of his fingers seeped through into your veins.

“James I-”

“Fucking hell Y/N, my name sounds so good falling from your lips. You know that? If I’d known it sounded so pretty from this tongue, I would have told you to call me James ages ago.”

You shuddered at how easily turned on he was by you, grabbing his neck and sliding your tongue past his lips to explore his mouth.

“James I need you inside me. Now.”

“Yes ma'am.”

He struggled to take his briefs off, throwing them away before nestling himself between your legs. The moment you laid eyes on his cock, you stopped breathing, almost gasping at how big he was. Really big. No wonder he was so cocky. No pun intended.

“Fuck me.”

“About to doll!” He laughed before realizing he didn’t have any condoms with him, frowning annoyingly before huffing into your neck.

“Shit I don’t have any-”

“I have an IUD...and you obviously know when the last time I was laid was so I’m clean.”

He sighed with relief, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist as he started rubbing his dick on your wet pussy.

“James don’t tease...” You whined, bunching the sheets around you and hoping he’d get the message of how much you needed him to fuck you.

With one thrust, Bucky entered you and as cliche as it sounded, it felt like all the fireworks in the city simultaneously went out. He waited until you adjusted to his size, bending down and kissing you to try and distract himself from how hard you were clenching around him.

“Move.” You whispered into his ears and Bucky obliged immediately.

He started out with slow thrusts, sighing in relief when he felt you relax around him.

“You’re so fucking tight...so wet. Do you hear that doll? Hear how wet you are for me?” You were past shy now, not caring how you sounded or what you looked like as he pushed violently into you.

Bucky looked down and saw where you were joined. “Fuck fuck ah shit darling.” He grabbed the back of your neck and raised it just a little so you could sit up and look at where you are joined as well.

“Look...shit-” He was panting above you, his breath falling over your cheek and making you flutter around him from how desperate he sounded.

“Look down doll. Look how good your cunt is...ah fuck- taking my cock.” You looked down and the sight of his dick coming in and out of you made you moan so loud, anyone walking by would have thought you were a porn star.

“Fuck..”

“You feel like heaven...your pussy is squeezin’ the shit out of me. FUCK-” Your muscles contracted around him with every filthy word he growled in your ear.

“Shit, do that again.” You clenched around him again and he couldn’t hold back anymore, thrusting into you as hard as he could until the only sounds in the room were skin slapping on skin, his grunts, and your impossibly loud moans.

“James you feel so good...fuck, you feel so so good.”

Without thinking, you grabbed his metal hand and placed it on your neck, silently asking him to wrap it around your skin and squeeze. He was about to ask you what you were doing when you looked into his eyes and whispered,. “I trust you.” Bucky’s hands flexed before applying little pressure to gauge your reaction. 

You were genuinely getting turned on by his arm.

“Fuck, doll I’m close..”

“Me- oh god, me too.”

“Come with me. Y/N come with me- shit you’re- tight...your cunt was made for me. Fucking made to take my cock like good fucking girl-” He saw your hands rubbing circles around your clit, hissing when you started convulsing around him. Placing your legs on his shoulders, Bucky fucked into you harder, never once thinking about slowing down to give you a break. You needed this. Both of you needed this.

When Bucky turned to watch you come undone beneath him, he felt so many things at seeing your mouth open in pleasure, eyes looking right right back at him and begging him to not stop.

He bent down and kissed you, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss and hoping you’d feel what he felt for you.

Your flexibility turned him on way more than it should have but what made him lose it was the feeling of your skin so hot and sweaty sliding against him. Bucky swallowed your moans, his teeth nipping and licking your lower lip before sucking on your tongue. The look on your face was of pure bliss, his cock sliding in and out of you at a rough pace and hitting all the right spots.

“Ahhh James…I’m- fuck oh fuck shit baby you’re-” The harder he fucked into you, the more friction he created on your clit, his navel rubbing against your sensitive nub and making you see into the next world.

But as much as he loved having his lips on yours, he pulled away begrudgingly, placing your legs on his shoulders before fucking into you harder and chasing his own release.

“Fuck come with me babygirl.” He removed your hands from your clit replacing them with his.

You came so hard you thought you saw stars. Your mind was swimming with endorphins even after his thrusts lost rhythm and his breathing grew heavier.

“Can I come inside you? Will you let me come inside this beautiful cunt? Huh sugar-”

“Yes ahh yes James come inside me. Want to feel your cock filling me up baby.”

“FUck fuck fuck-” He fucked into you harder, and within seconds, you felt hot spurts of cum coating your walls. He continued to push inside you until he was spent, wanting to commit every emotion to memory.

You didn’t know how long you were wrapped around each other, smiling when you noticed how in sync your breathing was. Bucky was drawing circles around your nipples, kissing your neck nad sighing heavily against it from the flood of emotions in his chest.

“Fuck.” You smiled.

“You can say that again..” He chuckled when you tried to move away from his wandering hands, claiming that you were suddenly ticklish from his touches.

He moved to get up and you both hissed at the same time, still sensitive from your vigorous activities.

“Fuck, look at that.” He helped you sit up and you followed his gaze.

“Oh my god.” You hid in his shoulder when you saw what he was talking about.

His cum was leaking out of you, mixing with your own juices and wetting the bed sheets beneath you.

“Darling that’s so fucking sexy.” He remarked and you laid back again, hiding in your arms and groaning when he tried to pull them away from your face.

“I was so deep inside of you and you’re still shy? We gotta work on that babe.” He walked to the bathroom and grabbed a wet towel to clean you up.

Laying down next to you, Bucky tried to clean your inner thighs when you shuddered and motioned for him to stop.

“No wait wait..I can’t I’m so-” You weren’t able to say just how sensitive your skin was.

“Seriously? You were moaning like a pornstar not a second ago!” You laughed at his reaction and saw him placing the towel next to you.

You rested your head on his chest, drawing circles on his chest as you enjoyed the warmth his skin was giving off.

“I gotta thank F.R.I.D.A.Y.” You chuckled.

“Why?”

“Well if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have given you that lap dance.”

“Oh that was all Sam and Romanoff apparently.” Bucky said as if it was the most normal response to give you.

“What?” You pushed back and looked at him, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly.

“Yeah Steve told me.”

“I’m going to fucking murder them.”

“Why? Look what you got out of it.” He motioned at himself and you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Oh yeah. What did I get out of it?” You leaned towards him, kissing his jaw before leaving love bites down his neck.

“The best sex of your life.”

“Not gonna lie. You're right.”

“Best sex of my life too to be honest.”

“No need to lie.” You laughed, knowing very well he was probably high off of oxytocin and just wanted to compliment you.

“I'm serious. The moment you made me finger you with this I knew I was done for.” He held out his metal hand and laughed when you hit his shoulder.

“I love you James. All of you.” You took his metal hand and kissed his palm, noticing the way he shivered at the simple contact.

“God I love you so much.”

“I know.”

You were both startled by what happened next.

“I UNDERSTOOD THAT REFERENCE!” Steve yelled.

“You meatball!” Sam yelled and smacked him before you heard others joining in and swearing at Steve.

You looked at Bucky, eyes close to tears from embarrassment as you realized why they must have been standing outside. He stood up quickly and strutted towards the door, not even bothering to put anything on as he opened it and watched as they all scrambled away.

“You're all dead I swear!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, slamming the door before crawling back into bed with you.

Bucky smiled when he saw how flushed you were, pulling you into his arms and rubbing your back to comfort you. “Nevermind that.”

You were both quiet for a while before you broke the silence and asked him something you were afraid of hearing the response for.

“Could you stay with me tonight?” Even though a part of you knew the answer, you were still afraid this wasn’t as serious to him as it was for you.

“I ain't going anywhere doll. Not now, not ever.” He kissed your hair time and again, loving how perfectly you fit in his arms.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too Y/N.”