#not buck pulling an “I'm just a boy standing in front of another boy asking him to come back inside” moment

[piratefalls]

imagine for a second that buck didn't stay frozen. that instead of staying trapped in the i'll see you around, buck of it all, he ran out after tommy instead. that he sees tommy in the elevator, the doors starting to close, and runs. that he gets there just in time to slide a hand between the doors, step inside, let them close behind him, and pull the emergency stop button. he looks at tommy, catches the tears shining in his eyes, the way he's starting to fold in on himself, and starts talking.

that he tells tommy it's his turn to listen. that tommy doesn't get to make unilateral decisions about this relationship, because they're supposed to communicate with each other, a thing they're obviously not as good at as he thought they were. that he acknowledges that he jumped the gun, skipped more than a few steps, and he owns that. concedes that maybe he will break tommy's heart one day, but there could also very well be a future ahead of them where no one's heart gets broken, and wouldn't he rather they try for that than give up now? buck is here, asking tommy not to leave, because he wants every little scrap tommy is willing to give him, every shattered piece of himself that tommy thinks can't be mended. that buck wants to do the same for him, wants to show him every scar, every bruise, every hurt that brought him to this moment because he loves him, and he thinks tommy loves him, too, and saying as much is where he should have started earlier. so could they please, please, just go back to the loft so they can have a real conversation about what they each need to make this work?

he reaches out a hand, heart racing as he waits for tommy to take it. feels a tiny glimmer of hope take root in his chest when thick, calloused fingers tangle with his.

[sstargirln]

bunny

fratboy!rafe x fem!reader

TW: smut MDNI, p in v, oral (m recieving), finger(s) in v, alcohol, weed, kinda age gap, non-con/dubcon (at first!), not proof-read

word count: 1540 words

¡! ❞ a/n: bro this is long sorry and it's actually lowk really filthy .... have fun tho!

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your white flip-flops click!ed against the marble floor as you made your way out of your room and down the stairs to the backyard of your sorority house.

as a freshman at the first party delta eta was hosting for the year, you had been instructed to dress up and look pretty for when the frat boys arrived.

"first impressions are really important," one of the sophomore girls had told you, "you need to look really good so you earn a reputation for being pretty."

you had taken the advice to heart, taking hours to perfect your look. your flawlessly curled hair lay neatly across your shoulders, complete with a little bow clipped onto the side. your pink bikini was one of the most revealing ones you owned, with a top that barely contained your tits. you wore a sheer white skirt over the thong bottom.

just as you made your way through the foyer, the doorbell rang. through the blurry panes of glass on either side of the door, you could see the outlines of a big group of guys standing outside. nervously, you looked around the foyer for someone else to open the door, but the room was empty - all of the girls were outside setting up the backyard. you totter over to the door, taking a deep breath as you swing it open.

at the front of this throng of people stood a tall brunette guy, black polo unbuttoned so the collar hung loosely around his neck. he looked exactly like every frat boy you had ever pictured - hat placed backwards on his head, crooked smirk plastered across his face, and a six-pack of beer dangling from his hands. "hey gorgeous," he said, eyes slowly raking over your figure as he stood in the doorway. "you gonna let us in?"

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the party was at full swing now, and the smell of weed, beer, and cologne filled the air as you stumbled through the backyard. you sat down at one of the tables. as you tried to compose yourself, a guy sat right next to you, hand immediately travelling to your bare thigh. "hey there," said a familiar voice. you looked up at the man and smiled. it was the one from the door, though his shirt was nowhere to be found. a joint swayed between his fingers, clearly the reason why his eyes were low and red. he saw you look down at it and smiled lazily. "want a hit?"

"i'm good," you responded. "thanks though." the guy nodded and brought the joint up to his lips, taking a long inhale and then a long exhale.

"i'm rafe," he said as his fingers began to rub circles on your thigh.

you hummed in response to the motion. "y/n."

"beautiful name. you a junior?" rafe asked, taking another long drag of his joint.

you shook your head slightly. " 'm a freshman."

rafe's eyebrows lifted in surprise and he let out a low whistle. "shittt. you're just a baby, huh?"

"i guess so."

rafe's low eyes bore into you, hand travelling higher and higher up your thigh. "well then y/n, lemme show you how we do things around here," he whispered, hiking your sheer skirt up and slipping his hand up your bikini bottoms. you let out a yelp of surprise and glanced around the yard. no one was really paying attention to the two of you, but that didn't seem to matter to rafe as he eased two fingers into you. you squealed again, hand reaching up to grab rafes wrist. "want me to stop, bunny?" he cooed, fingers beginning to pump in and out of you. you shook your head quickly, eyes closing as pleasure overtook you. rafes expert fingers continued to work inside of you, and you bit back a moan as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. just as you felt as if you were about to release all over his hand, he pulled his fingers out, making you buck your hips and shiver with need.

"rafe," you exhaled. "what the fuck."

"shhh," he said as you looked up at him with desperate eyes. "d'you have a room here?"

you nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. you snaked your way through the people in the yard, guiding him into the foyer and up the stairs. when you finally reached your room, rafe grabbed you by the waist and kissed you hard. "fuck, rafe," you groaned as he planted kisses down your neck, biting and sucking as he got lower. he pushed your against one of the posts on your bed, mouth reaching your breasts. his hands roamed back down to your bottoms and he pulled them off with a crooked finger. you reciprocated the action, unbuckling his shorts and letting them drop to the floor. rafe looked up at you hungrily, lips still roaming over your chest.

"lay down, bunny," he rasped. as you dropped onto the bed, rafe came tumbling down with you, knee pressed in between your thighs. he ripped off your bikini top next, discarding it next to you. he locked his lips onto your nipple, tongue swirling and hand cupping your other breast. you shuddered as you began to get more and more stimulated, and you brought a hand down to your clit to satisfy yourself. "wait," rafe growled, using his free hand to grab your hands and pin them against the bed. he continued to nip and lick at your tits, dick straining against his boxers. finally, he was finished with your chest and he pulled off his boxers with one hand, letting his rock-hard cock spring up and out.

your eyes widened at the sight of it and you locked eyes with rafe's darkened ones, licking your lips. you wriggled out of his grip on your hands and pushed him against the bed. you immediately locked your lips around the head, making rafe grunt in surprise. you bobbed your head on his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip each time you made contact with it. rafe began to groan, panting heavily as you sucked him off sloppily. you looked up at him through your lashes and brought your hands up to grip the base, moving your palm at the same rhythm as your mouth. after a while of this slick movement on his cock, rafe threw his head back with a loud moan. "shit, y/n, 'm gonna cum. holy fucking shit, bunny, keep going," rafe panted, rocking his hips so his dick went farther and farther into your throat. "fuck. fuckkk, y/n." rafe moaned as he released himself into your beautiful mouth. you swallowed hard, taking every bit of his semen down your throat and gasping as you pulled your mouth off of him with a pop!

"bunny," he said, almost incoherently. "hop on top." your eyebrows furrowed as rafe's hands lifted you and sat you on his legs. he used his hand to jerk his now-soft dick a little, watching as it rose back up, all ready to go again. you gazed at him, a little confused, until you realised exactly what he wanted you to do. you spat on his dick, rubbing it all over in preparation for what you were about to do. you hoisted yourself over his cock, sinking onto it with a low moan. it was so big, so big that you didn't think it would go all the way in. you pushed down anyway and watched it disappear into you. you whimpered just from this feeling; how nicely his cock filled you up. rafe felt it too, and he groaned, grinding his hips into you. slowly, you began to lift your body to move on his dick.

up and down, up and down, until it felt so good it was mechanical, until you could barely think - your brain short-circuiting from his size inside you. your breasts bounced as you did, giving rafe a beautiful view. "ohmygod, rafe," you cried out, eyes closed, hands roaming over his abs, searching for a place to grip onto as you practically jumped on his dick.

"that's it, bunny," he husked. "keep on going, c'mon. almost there."

you felt your orgasm begin to unravel, and you announced it, loud. "fuckk rafe, i'm gonna cum! ohmygod," you screamed. it felt as if the earth had stopped spinning when you finally did, and your head exploded into pleasure, your body going limp on rafe's dick. you shuddered as rafe continued pounding into you, hands gripping your thighs to keep the warmth around his cock. finally, he came too, letting his cum erupt inside you (he silently prayed you were on the pill). you were so overwhelmed, so overstimulated, that when rafe pulled out you whimpered loudly, unable to take the fact that you were so empty in comparison to how full you had been minutes ago. rafe pressed a kiss on your hand as he moved you to lay down next to him. his hat still lay backwards on his head, and he adjusted it as he turned to face you. "good job, y/n," he purred, grabbing your face and kissing you. "you did so so good, bunny."

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¡! ❞ © sstargirln 2024

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Bucking Bronco✨

@bat-boness keeps fucking cooking with their Cowboy Lucifer art and I shall do the same!!! @nayomi247 and @liveontelevision this is your fault too lol, we have now formed a small but mighty Cowboy Lucifer cult fan club

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Lucifer finds himself in a punishing situation…

Warnings: 18+, smut, hand job, oral (m receiving), p in v

“You know, this wouldn’t be happening if you would come in from the farm on time, Luci,” you scolded as you finished tying the last knot on his wrists. "I don't think I ask for much."

This was the third night in a row your hardworking husband has missed dinner with you. You let it slide the first night. The second night you gave him a gentle reminder to not overwork himself. But tonight was the last straw. A third night of eating alone with a cold plate of food sitting across the table from you. You loved him dearly, but you hated that his priorities didn’t seem to be in order. You were going to make sure he learned his lesson one way or another. He tried to butter you up as he usually did when he came in from work late, knowing full well what he'd done. You feigned a smile and told him not to give it another thought. You told him to get comfortable and that you would join him upstairs soon. But when you walked into your room with your rope in hand, he gulped. He knew damn well that he was in trouble. You sat him down on the ottoman and wrapped your ropes around his hands and wrists, pinning his arms behind his back, effectively rendering him helpless against your ‘punishment’.

“Darlin’, I-I’m sorry, time just gets away from me sometimes! I-I would never do anything to upset you,” Lucifer stuttered. “P-Please, have mercy…”

You checked the tightness of your ropes before standing in front of your husband, towering over him in his subdued state. “Oh, I’m not upset with you! But since you’ve just been working so hard lately, I thought it’d be mighty kind of me if I helped you relax.” You brought your hand to his chin and had him meet your intense gaze. “Do you want me to help you relax, sweetheart?” you asked, knowing all too well that there was only one answer he could give you.

“Y-yes,” Lucifer responded meekly.

"That's my good boy," you praised, a small whimper escaping Lucifer's throat. You slowly dragged your hand down his open-shirt chest, stopping right above his already very apparent erection. He did his best to buck his hips up in an attempt to create any sort of friction. But all this did was cause you to pull you hand away from him immediately. He whined pathetically. "Behave now," you reprimanded. Lucifer looked up at you with glassy eyes and nodded obediently. You smiled and brought your hand back down to its previous spot, hovering just about his hard-on. You heard Lucifer's breath hitch as you finally placed your palm over his cock that has been painfully straining against his jeans. It took every ounce of willpower in him to remain still while you toyed with him.

"P-Please," Lucifer mewled, "I-I can't...hng..."

You pulled down the zipper to his pants lethargically, watching Lucifer's chest rise and fall more and more rapidly until you finally released his already leaking cock from its confines. "I love how needy you are for me, sweet pea." You gripped his length in your hand and started stroking him meticulously. Lucifer's whines filled the room, you've never heard sweeter sounds than his desperate cries. His precum leaked onto your hand, your jerking motions becoming smoother. You circled your thumb over the head of his cock, applying the lightest of pressure to it. Lucifer cried out as he bucked his hips once more from your teasing. You let go of him again, tears now welling up in his eyes from the loss of your touch.

"I'm sorry!" Lucifer nearly shouted. "D-Don't stop, please...I'll behave, I-I promise!"

"That's strike two, Luci," you warned. "You wouldn't want me to leave you like this, would you now?"

"N-No! Please...", a single tear rolled down his face. You smiled gently and wiped it from his cheek.

"Shh, it's alright," you cooed, "patience, my love. I'll take care of you."

He took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down. He knew deep down you wouldn't leave him in such a desperate and vulnerable state. You knelt down on the ground, gripping his shaft once more. You stuck out your tongue and licked up the length of his cock, tasting all the precum that had spilled out of him. Lucifer's voice caught in his throat; he was beyond forming any coherent sentences at this point. He struggled against his binds, losing grip of his control fast. Your tongue circled his swollen tip, eliciting the smallest yelps from your lover, your hot breath driving him insane. You enveloped him suddenly, bobbing your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could. Lucifer was frozen, he dared not move again in fear of the repercussions. Instead, he was loud, moaning and whining from everything you were giving him in this moment. You let him go with a satisfying pop, flashing a mischievous grin.

"Tell me what you want, sugar," you teased him as your hand replaced your warm mouth. "Use your words."

Lucifer's hat had fallen in front of his face, you could no longer see his eyes. You lifted it up only to see them glowing a bright crimson red, his hunger for you now abundantly evident. "N-Need you," he choked out, "need to feel you, n-now. Please...ride me..."

You smirked at him and nodded. You stood up once more, removing your belt in one swift motion and tossing your shorts off so the side, your soaking pussy now in full view. Lucifer gulped audibly. You straddled yourself against Lucifer's hips, teasing his cock with your dripping folds. You decided to wear his hat on your head instead so that you could clearly see the disheveled mess of a man beneath you. He blushed hard at the sight. You leaned down and planted the tiniest peck to his forehead.

"Now, are you going to be late again?" you questioned playfully.

"N-No," Lucifer promised. "I'll come in from the farm on time, I-I swear! You'll never w-wait for me again!"

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear." You lined yourself up and slowly lowered yourself onto him, taking him an inch at a time. He was thicker than most, so he knew you needed just a little bit longer to adjust to his abnormal size. Not that you minded in the slightest, he was able to hit all of the right spots without even moving. Once you bottomed out on his cock, you both let out a wanton moan. After a few seconds of letting yourself stretch around him, you began to shift your hips. Your sudden movements forced Lucifer to lean against the crook of your neck for support. He felt as though you were trying to milk him dry. Which is exactly what you were doing.

"F-Fuck, Lucifer," you stuttered, "always making me f-feel so good, baby. Look s-so pretty under me..." Lucifer could barely hear your praises over his own sounds. This was pure bliss, but agonizingly torturous at the same time. His bound hands were eager to touch you, to hold you, to feel you.

"My love, please, I-I'm begging, let me go..." he cried into your shoulder. "I'm so so sorry, I-I...please..." You stopped your movement completely and started gently petting the back of his head. How could you deny him any longer?

You reached down and grabbed the sheathed blade that adorned his hip. "Stay perfectly still," you commanded, reaching around and carefully slicing the ties around his arms and wrists, letting the rope fall to the floor. You tossed the knife far away from you while Lucifer's hand immediately gripped your hips.

"T-Thank you, darlin'," he whispered against you, "let me make it up to you now. S-Show you how sorry I really am." Without warning, Lucifer lifted you up only for him to slam you right back down on his throbbing cock. The cry you let out was lustful and wanting. His hips bucked up into you at a relentless pace, your cunt clenching around him desperately while you both chased your highs. You dug your nails into his shoulders for support as he pounded into you over and over. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach growing larger, threatening to snap any given second as your lover pushed you to your breaking point with each thrust.

"L-Luci," you whimpered helplessly, "I'm close, s-so close, mmph, fffffuuu-uuuccck..." Your pleas only seemed to drive him even madder than he already was as one of his hands left your hips, his thumb finding that small sensitive bundle of nerves. You nearly screamed from the new sensation.

"Me too, sweetheart, m-me too, shit,' Lucifer breathed. "Cum f' me, l-let me feel you cum around me..."

With those words, stars clouded your vision. You felt your cunt pulsate around Lucifer's cock, tightening and squeezing him without abandon, your juices leaking onto his lap. Your orgasm pushed your lover over the edge as well, his grunts and whimpers echoing throughout the room as he filled you up to the brim with his hot seed, having to bite down your shoulder as to not lose himself in the pleasure. As you both started to recover from your highs, you cupped Lucifer's face in your hands and brought him in for a deep kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance, still trying to catch your breath in the process. You pulled away from him, his half-lidded eyes gazing up at your adoringly.

"You owe me a new rope," you chastised lovingly.

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I have no real excuse for this :3

[buckybuckyboo]

Let us take care of you

Word count: 3,400

Summary: Your boyfriend is an asshole so the boys show you how you should be treated.

A/N: MINORS DNI. 18+

"Jesus, can't you just stay in with me for once! You're always hanging out with your boys. Please, Jake, let's watch a movie and cuddle"

Giving your boyfriend your best puppy dog eyes hoping it will work.

""Sorry baby, I've got plans. I'll see you later"

He turns and leaves, not even a kiss on the cheek. Your eyes start to sting with the tears building up.

"Doll?

You hear a voice from behind you. Take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. Turning around and seeing Bucky and Steve standing there.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks. Clearing your throat you half smile at him "I'm okay, just another night in by myself"

"You should dump his ass! He has no idea what he's just lost!"

"It's fine Bucky, he just wanted to go out with his boys again"

Steve crosses the living room hugging you. Bucky walks up behind him "Doll, you deserve better than that asshole". Steve moved back, letting Bucky move in to hug you tight. He pulls back holding your head in his hand. "Why don't you let us show you" he smirks.

"What?"

"Let us show you how you should be treated. Forget that idiot! He doesn't know how to treat you"

You stare at him and start to laugh. "Good one Buck! Thanks for the laugh"

"I'm not joking baby girl, I'm 100% serious"

Looking over at Steve who had a smirk on his face. "Are you crazy? I can't do that!" walking away and sitting on the couch.

Steve walks over to the couch and sits beside you, placing his hand on your thigh.

"Baby just dump that jackass and be ours? I promise we will take good care of you!.

Bucky sat at the other side of you as Steve talked. He brushes your hair behind your ear and smiles. You look between the both of them "Okay, now would be a great time to tell me you are joking"

"We're not joking," Steve says. "Jake doesn't deserve you. He left you all alone" Bucky whispers against your neck sending shivers down your spine and leaving goosebumps along your skin." He- He is just out with his friends" you stutter out. Steve's hand starts to move up your inner thigh as Bucky nudges against your neck.

You almost give in to them, then you snap out of it and push them away getting up from the couch. "I- I can't do this. I'm not cheating on Jake"

"Y/N, he's no good for you. He treats you like crap! We have seen it for weeks" Steve says "Just dump his ass Y/N" Bucky adds.

"That's my decision," you say and walk into your room closing the door. Sitting on your bed for hours thinking late into the night until you hear knocking at the front door. When you go out, Bucky is already at the door opening it and it's Jake.

"Hey man, I've told her many times to give me a key but what can you do. Women, am I right?"

"I thought you were with your boys tonight"

Jake turns looking at you "So we went out for a few drinks"

"And you don't think I'd like to go out too?"

"Come on baby, don't do this to me now you are running my buzz and I'm tired"

"I think you should stay somewhere else"

Jake laughs "Why would I go anywhere else when I can always come back here?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're easy"

"What!?" That made your blood boil. He tried to grab you by the arm but you backed away.

"Oh come on Y/N don't do-" He was interrupted by a punch to the face. What surprised you more was that it was you who threw the punch making Jake hit the floor.

"Ow! Fuck!" Shouting as you shake your hand.

"Y/N what the fuck as that for?" he holds his nose as he curls up into a ball on the floor.

"That, Jake is me breaking your nose and also breaking up with you"

Catching a glimpse of Bucky who is trying his best to not laugh.

"Get this trash out of here Bucky?"

"I'd be happy to doll"

Bucky grabs him by his shirt, lifting him off the floor effortlessly and then throwing him out the door and closing it behind him.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Ow!"

"Here let me get you some ice for that hand doll"

He walks over grabs a clean towel, puts some ice cubes in it, and gently places it against your hand

It makes you hiss for a second but it feels better after a while.

"Impressive punch Y/N"

"Thanks"

"I know right now this is a very stupid question but, are you okay?" that makes you chuckle softly.

"Besides my hand hurting, I'm fine Bucky. Thank you"

"You're welcome. I'm here if you need anything okay?"

"Okay" smiling up at him. He sat up with you a little while longer, holding the ice pack against your hand and then you both went back to bed. You were tossing and turning all night. The next morning Bucky filled Steve in on what happened and then they both checked in on you. They decided to leave you alone when you were finally in a deep sleep. Steve walked over leaving some water and some painkillers for your hand. Before he left, he leaned over you kissing the top of your head and whispering how proud he was of you, and left the room.

The next couple of days were busy. Bearly seeing Bucky or Steve because you had to work. You seen Jake though, he came to the coffee shop where you worked. Two black eyes and something over his nose to keep it in place probably. His friends giving him a hard time for running into a sign post drunk. That made you laugh and shake your head. When they saw you they crowded around the front of the cashier.

"Aw Y/N won't you come take care of poor Jaky boy? We know you're on a break but he needs someone to hold his hand"

They all laugh and pat each other on the back.

"On a break? I dumped him and broke his damn nose. Not a sign post, me. I think I have done more than enough"

"You broke his nose?" they all burst out laughing.

Then you held up your bruised hand.

"Yeah, it was me! I broke his nose and threw him out like the trash he is"

The laughing died down pretty quickly. Your manager came over and told them all to leave.

"Are you okay Y/N?"

"Yeah Sam, I'm good just need a second"

He smiles."Take your break champ you deserve it after that and remind me never to piss you off" He walks away laughing.

When you got home after work the place was empty. Sitting at the table, remembering the offer Bucky and Steve had offered you. Both? That can't be right. Why would both of them want me? They both arrive home about an hour later and are happy to finally be able to see you.

"Hey doll face! How was work?"

"It was okay, Jake and his friends showed up"

"Did you punch him again?" Steve laughs as he sits across from you.

"No, I didn't but I wanted to. He told his boys he ran into a sign post while drunk"

"Wow, what a pussy" Bucky adds.

"I set them straight and then Sam asked them to leave"

"Are you okay?" Steve asks with a worried expression.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Been doing some thinking"

Bucky sits beside Steve. "What have you been thinking about?"

"What you said that night" Bucky and Steve look at each other and then back to you.

"Have you made a decision sweetheart?" Bucky asks as he takes a drink of his coffee.

Taking a deep breath "Not yet. I have questions"

"Okay, well we are here now do you want to ask them?

"If that's okay with both of you?"

"Fine with me doll, Steve?"

"Ask away sweetheart". Both of them sit up in their chairs waiting for your questions.

"I'm a little unclear on what you meant by being yours?"

"You can be both mine and Steves's girl"

"We both want to date you"

"But you and Steve are together?"

"Yeah? Is that a problem?" Bucky asks.

"No no, it's just a little strange no? What will people say?"

"Who cares what they say or think? The only thing that matters is what you want"

"I'm sorry I'm just confused"

Bucky get's up and sits on the chair beside you.

"What we want is to make you happy. You will be dating me and also dating Steve. We will always be around to have a movie night with you and lots of cuddles" he smiles "You are ours, and we are yours"

Steve comes over kneeling beside you "How do you feel about going out on a date with us tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"Too soon?"

"No no, sorry I'd love to go out with both of you tonight. What time?"

Bucky and Steve smile "Does 8 sound okay"

"Yeah that's okay"

"Okay! It's a date!"

"Okay! I'm gonna get cleaned up. What should I wear?"

"What about that pretty little black dress that's been in the back of your closet?" Steve smiles making you blush.

"Okay, little black dress it is"

You hadn't been taken on a date for months so you were pulling out all the stops. Showering and using your favorite shower gel that you knew the boys loved cause they always mentioned how good it smelled. Pretty black lingerie with red bows to go with the dress and black heels to match. The boys waited for you in the living room, both of them speechless as you walked in.

"Wow Y/N, wow"

"You look beautiful sweetheart!"

"Thank you" you blush "You both look very handsome"

Steve laughs "Well we are trying to make an impression. Ready to go?"

"Yep! Where are we going?"

"Dinner and dancing," Bucky says while holding the door open while Steve grabs your jacket for you. It felt a little awkward the elevator as you didn't know what to say or where to look.

They escorted you out of the building and into the car that was waiting. Bucky sat up front and Steve sat in the back with you. When the car arrived at the restaurant, Bucky got out first, and opened the door for you, holding your hand as you stepped up onto the footpath. Both of them took your arms beside you as all three of you walked in. The meal was fantastic! They let you order whatever you wanted and demanded that you order dessert. You caught both of them a couple of times looking at you and it made your stomach flip. After the dinner was finished, Bucky grabbed your jacket and put it on for you.

"The club is just down the street. Do you mind walking doll?"

"Not at all Bucky"

He smiles taking you by the hand while you both wait for Steve. When you are both joined by Steve all three of you start walking to the club down the street. Bucky still holding your hand and Steves's hand is on your lower back. Once you got outside the club you were all let in straight away. Bucky immediately pulls you onto the dance floor. You smile wrapping your hands around his neck and dancing with him. Feeling something press against your back, looking back, and seeing Steve. Both of them have you sandwiched in and you are 100% okay with that. You were having so much fun till it was all ruined by Jake.

"Wow how could you act like such a slut"

"Fuck you Jake I should have never wasted my time on you!"

He decides to step closer to you but Bucky steps in front of him.

"What's wrong Jake? Afraid she will break your nose again?"

"Jake just get out ofhere. I don't want you anymore. How many times do I have to tell you that I dumped your ass"

"Take the hint and fuck off!"

You were surprised by Steve and it made you smile. Jake walked away back into whatever dark corner of the club he came from.

"Are you okay Y/N?"

"Yeah I'm okay" You smiled kissing Steves's lips and then Bucky's.

"I've got both of you"

They both smile wide "Let's get you home hm?" Bucky suggests and you and Steve agreed. They escort you out of the club and wait for the car. The cold air feels nice on your skin.

All of you got into the car and headed back home. You weren't drunk but you did have a few drinks, you were feeling good. The three of you walked into the elevator and Steve pressed the button for your floor. Bucky and Steve stood on either side of you. You leaned over laying your head on Steve's shoulder, then leaned up kissing his neck. He tangled his fingers in your hair pulling you up to kiss his lips. You felt something press against your back and turned to see Bucky. Turning around still in between them to face Bucky who you kiss too. Steve's lips all over your neck and shoulders "God you smell so fucking, good baby"

When Bucky hears the elevator doors open he pulls you away from Steve and walks with you to the apartment door.

He opens the door and you all walk in. You throw your bag on the couch and sit to take your shoes off. Steve kneels in front of you and helps.

"Do your feet hurt baby?"

"No they are okay, thank you, both of you. I really had fun tonight"

"You're welcome doll. I'm glad you had a good time" Steve was rubbing his hands along your smooth legs.

"Well then, I guess I better go to bed" you smile. Getting up from the couch and walk towards your room. You stopped and turned looking at both of them "Are you coming?"

They both look at each other and then back at you.

"Who do you want baby?" Bucky asks making you smile.

"Both of you"

The boys follow you into your room. Steve closed the door behind him while Bucky made his way over to the bed and sat down. Turning your back to him and asking him to unzip your dress. He pulls the zipper down kissing the skin that becomes exposed, sending shivers down your spine. You take the straps down off your shoulders and let your dress fall and pool at your feet. Turning around to Bucky and standing between his legs "You look amazing baby girl. You wear this for us?" You nod biting your bottom lip. Turning around and walking over to Steve. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. "What do you think Stevie? Do you like what I wore for you and Bucky?"

Steve nods "You look, beautiful baby, you always look beautiful"

You smile "I wanna watch both of you together"

Bucky gets up from the bed and makes his way over to Steve kissing him passionately while undoing his belt and jeans, reaching into his boxers and pulling his cock out and stroking it slowly. Steve rests his head back against the door as he pants. Bucky kneels taking Steve's cock into his mouth. You can't get over the sight of Bucky on his knees for him and the moans leaving Steve's mouth. It's turning you on so much. Bucky reaches over ripping your panties down and running his fingers through your soking folds. "She's so wet Steve"

Bucky moves over to you, hooking your leg over his shoulder and licking through your folds. The taste of you making him moan sends shivers up your spine. Steve moves over kissing you while Bucky does his work.

Running your fingers through his hair as he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks. Steve takes your bra off and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. Your moans echo around the room. Bucky looks up at you with the biggest smirk on his face.

"What?"

"We've never heard you moan like that baby"

"Well, it feels really good!"

"Good! I'm glad doll. Lay on the bed for us?"

You smile, walking over to the bed, and lie down. You watch as they undress and make their way over to you. Both of them on either side of you. Both of their cocks leaking with pre cum. We gotta get you ready for our cocks okay baby girl?"

"Okay, how are you going to do that?"

"We are gonna make you cum a couple of times " Steve smirks.

"How are you going to do that without your cocks? They both chuckle softly

"Our fingers and our mouths baby"

They both keep their work making you cum on their fingers and tongues. You have never come like that, not even on your own. Steve sits with his back against the headboard. You are facing him sucking his cock while Bucky positions himself behind you and lining himself up at your entrance. The stretch from his cock was like nothing you had ever felt before. Pleasure mixed with pain and it made you moan on Steve's cock. Bucky gave you a few minutes to adjust before he started moving in and out. You could feel him fill you up so much every time he pushed back in.

"So fucking tight baby doll fuck I'm not going to last at this rate"

Steve looked up at him through hooded eyes "How does she feel Buck?"

"So fucking good Steve, she's tight. Squeezing me so much! Damn it's so good"

Bucky's pace becomes faster making you lay on Steve's stomach while you moan. Bucky pulls you back against his chest burying his cock deeper inside you. He held you up by placing his hand across your chest. Bucky whispers in your ear saying how much of a good girl you are for both of them while you watch Steve stroke his cock.

Bucky brings his hand up around your throat as he fucks you. Steve moves closer to you, reaching down and playing with your clit.

"Come on sweetheart, cum all over Bucky's cock like a good girl"

Steve tried to swallow your moans but it felt so good you couldn't help but moan louder. Your pussy clamping down around Bucky's cock making him cum just seconds after you. He buried his head in your neck while he moaned. Your head fell against Steve's chest as you panted. He held you tight while you caught your breath looking up at him through hooded eyes, you smiled and kissed him softly.

"Lay back down Stevie"

He smiles and does so while looking up at you. Taking his cock back into your mouth. His head falls back, his hand tangled in your hair. Bucky sits beside Steve, he smiles watching him moan. He leans over kissing Steve's shoulder, his neck, and then up to his lips. Feeling Steve's cock twitch against your tongue, you use your hand to stroke what you can't fit in your mouth.

"Oh fuck!" he moans holding your hair tighter. Bucky moves down close to you, kissing along steves hip "Let's make him cum together baby girl" he smirks. He pulls you up kissing your lips. he positions himself on one side of his cock and you on the other and you both take turns sucking on his cock. It sends Steve right over the edge shooting ropes of cum into your and Bucky's mouths and all over his stomach. Even after he is finished cumming both of you still suck on his sensitive cock making him moan even more until he tells you both to stop. You and Bucky share a passionate kiss before he pulls you in between him and Steve. Steve wraps his arms around you while kissing along your shoulder while you look into Bucky's eyes.

"Are you okay baby?" Steve whispers. You smile and turn your head to him "More than okay, Stevie. I can't believe I almost said no to this"

Bucky laughs while kissing along your neck "Oh baby girl, it's just getting started"

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Chapter 3

Expendable

Series Masterlist

Previous part: wine and dine next part: pink peonies

Word Count 5,333

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions and descriptions of sexual acts.

Standing in front of a human shaped dummy in the private training room, Steve was showing you all the best ways to direct an attack to assure your opponent goes down, and stays down.

After your mission and injury, Steve was out for a few days on a business trip the same day that you were medically cleared to get back to work. So, it had been a while since the last time you trained together.

You both decided it was a good idea to just take it easy and review what you already know as a means of studying for your final evaluation coming up.

Every agent had to take a final evaluation upon completing every single training course shield had to offer. It was a big deal, and though nobody had any doubts that you were ready for it, it could never hurt to review and improve.

"Knock knock, bitches." Bucky announced, causing both of you to stop.

"Hey, Bucky boy" You greeted him.

"What's going on, Buck?" Steve questioned.

"I dunno, I'm bored." He shrugged. "Can I just sit and watch?"

"Don't you have work to do?" You asked with a giggle.

"I finished!" He defended himself. "You two get to spend so much time without me, it's only fair I get to insert myself here whenever I want to."

"You act like this is personal and not us doing our jobs" Steve raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's a technicality I'm choosing to ignore." Bucky sat on the ground with his back against the wall.

Steve looked at you to make sure it was okay that he sat and watched, but he caught something he wished he hadn't. Just for a split second, you narrowed your eyes at Bucky, and he gave you a very subtle nod back.

He realized that it very well could've been nothing, but it definitely seemed like it was something.

Though Steve didn't bring it up at all, he made mental note of it. He was confident in his deep knowledge of both of his friend's behavior, and he was choosing to trust his gut on that observation.

The rest of your time together, Bucky sat and watched quietly, only occasionally responding to conversations that would break out that weren't work related. Towards the end, Steve wanted to confirm some scheduling, so he cut the physical work a few minutes early.

He sat on the bench with you as you pulled a sweatshirt over your head, and your everyday sneakers onto your feet.

"Okay, so, your final evaluation is one week from today." Steve noted. "So this week will be really simple, we can keep doing this, just reviewing what we've already been over. But our training together is still supposed to run until the end of the month so we have three extra weeks together."

"What am I supposed to do when this ends?! I'll be so bored without you!" You exclaimed.

Steve chuckled. "You should be happy that you survived my course!"

"I mean I am, but then what?"

"Maybe another Avenger will take you under their wing." Steve shrugged.

"I can only think of one Avenger with wings" you noted.

"What do you want to cover in the three weeks together after your evaluation?" He asked.

Your lips formed into a pout. "I know what it should be, but I don't wanna do it"

"Restraints?" Steve questioned sympathetically.

"Restraints... I guess." You grumbled.

Every fighter had a weak spot. Just one thing that made their stomachs turn and their hearts race, something that really scared them regardless of mental work or preparation. Some people couldn't handle heights, didn't do very well when they saw blood, and really freaked out over handling certain weapons.

You just happened to be terrified of being restrained, which unfortunately was a very plausible situation to find yourself in as an agent. There was no reason why you were terrified of it, nothing happened in your life to make you fear it as much as you did. But the thought of having your hands or legs tied made you feel claustrophobic in a way you couldn't even describe using words.

"It'll be scary at first, but we'll work on it" Steve reassured. "Wouldn't you rather learn how to get out of any sort of restraint with someone you trust then find yourself in a situation where you're tied up at the hands of an enemy with no way out?"

"Logically yes, but in reality I would like neither of those things to happen." You responded with a twinge of sarcasm.

Steve laughed, "okay well, I wouldn't like that to happen to you either! But once you learn how to escape from a bunch of different scenarios, you won't be scared of it anymore. Knowledge is power!"

"I know you didn't just knowledge is power me, you loser!" You joked with a snort.

"Oh I certainly did, and I'll do it again." He stated with a smile. "Confidently!"

"Okay, I guess I trust you enough to teach me." You committed to the endeavor.

"Good job, pushing yourself is how you grow better as a fighter." Steve praised your bravery. "We'll start with the easiest and work our way up to the hardest, then you'll be such a pro at it that nothing could ever hold you back."

"Yeah, yeah." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Then after our training together is officially over, I'm going to block off my schedule these same two hours every day to just cry." Steve put a hand over his heart.

"Can you do that to my schedule too? Maybe we can cry together?"

"I'll see what I can do." Steve agreed, before opening his arms up for a hug. You happily hugged him back. "Good job today! You're going to do great on your assessment no matter who is assigned to asses you. We all know it."

"Thanks for teaching me!" You smiled. "In all seriousness, I've really enjoyed getting to learn from you. Thanks for all the time you've put onto me."

"Anytime, Bug. I've been enjoying it just as much." Then Steve turned to include Bucky in their conversation. "What are you guys up to for the rest of the day?"

"Nothing, well, I think that's pretty obvious considering I'm just sitting here" Bucky shrugged. "Do you guys want to hang out? Maybe we can walk to that cool park a few blocks from here? Watch the sunset and get some fresh air?"

"That sounds good to me." Steve agreed. "Buggy, you in?"

Both boys watched as you stood up and slipped your gym back onto your shoulder. "As fun as that sounds, I can't. You know Agent 563? We made plans to have an early dinner together so I have to get ready to leave here soon."

"Booooo, buzz kill!" Bucky announced dramatically.

"That doesn't mean you can't go on a cute little sunset date with your boyfriend without me, Bucky." You smiled at him. "By all means, you boys have fun."

"I think that's great." Steve told you, ignoring the boyfriend comment. "563 is a great agent, and I think it's important that you girls stick together.

"Lord knows we need some time away from the amount of testosterone in this place." You agreed.

“Even me?" Bucky pouted.

"Even you." You smiled at him, approaching him for a hug that you had to bend over pretty far to get. "And Steve. I love you both, but I need to interact with other people than just you two!"

"Hey! I only talk to you and Steve and I'm doing just fine" Bucky defended himself.

"What about Natasha?" Steve wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at him.

"Don't bring up Natas-" Bucky started passionately

"I'm leaving!" You announced before an argument broke out. "Love you boys! Have fun on your date! I hope you hold hands and kiss each other's foreheads!"

Steve and Bucky stared at each other as you walked out of the room. The door closed behind you, and your foot steps faded until completely inaudible to either of their heightened ears.

"Why are you actually here, Buck?" Steve asked.

"You're in love with her." He claimed deadpan.

Steve's heart sank, but controlled himself the best he could as to not bluff. "Why would you say that?"

"I figured it out last night." Bucky admitted. "I was trying to sleep but my brain wouldn't turn off. I was thinking about the dynamic of our little friend group and it hit me like a train. I had to come confirm it with my own eyes."

Steve puffed out a performative chuckle and put his hands on his hips. "You understand how crazy that sounds, right?"

"Is it though?" Bucky raised an eyebrow while standing up from his spot on the floor. "I never noticed it until today. Your eyes physically twinkle when you look at her. Your cheeks have been pink since I got here, and you never stopped smiling until she left the room. Encouraging, sweet, considerate..."

"It's my job to be encouraging towards her, Buck. I'm her boss." Steve huffed, feeling annoyed and attacked by this conversation.

"Why won't you admit it?" He asked.

Steve stopped in place and noted Bucky's furrowed brows. "Wait, why do you seem so upset about this?"

"I'm not upset." Bucky denied, shaking his head. "But if you're actually pining after her, Punk..."

"What?" Steve's heart was pounding.

"Do you like her?" Bucky asked one more time, his tone was nothing but serious. His face was stone cold.

"I'm her boss." Steve slumped. "There's a power imbalance, I can't break her trust."

"And if she joins the Avengers?" His head tilted.

"She just got out of a relationship."

"It's already been a month since then." Bucky insisted. "Steve, this is between me, you, and the grave. I'm serious."

Steve threw his head back with a groan. It had been a while since he had seen Bucky this worked up about anything, so he knew it was important. But getting the admission to slip past his tongue felt morally wrong and partially impossible.

"Steve."

"Yes." He said simply, staring up at the ceiling.

"How long?"

"How long what?" Steve sighed.

"How long have you had feelings for her?"

"Since the day I met her..." Steve mumbled.

"Oh my-"Bucky rubbed his face with his hand before running his hand through his hair. "You hid it too well."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve froze up as his mind ran laps around Bucky's behavior. He already knew what was coming before he could admit to it.

"You're going to hate us, but I need to tell you something..." Bucky said apologetically.

Meanwhile, you were having a fantastic time with Agent 563, Clara. Though the two of you were friendly around the compound, you never had the chance to actually sit and have a long conversation with her before. Both of you getting the chance to vent about the workplace environment and culture to someone who actually understood what it was like to experience it in the unique way you did was refreshing to say the least.

After dinner neither of you were ready to end the conversation there, so you grabbed ice cream on the way back, and walked the whole way home together. At a certain point, work was a topic long forgotten as you two bonded over other similar interests like movies, hobbies, family, you two even shared the same love for video games.

By the time you made it back to your apartment, there was a smile on your face and a lightness to your heart you hadn't felt in a while. It was obvious that work was making you feel heavy and alone for a while, but you didn't realize how bad it actually was until you got away from it.

That smile was wiped off your face when you opened the door to Steve sitting on your couch with a stiffness in his body and an anger on his face you had never seen before.

"Hey, are you alright?" You immediately asked as his head snapped over to you the second the door opened.

Alarm bells were instantly ringing. Your heart dropped into your stomach, and raced with a speed you didn't quite know was possible.

You had given Steve and Bucky a key to your place just like you had keys to theirs, but the three of you typically hung out at Steve's place. Either of them coming to your apartment was a rare occurrence, and them ever using your key was even more rare.

Steve watched you kick off your shoes and hang up your purse, he felt so many emotions all at once that he couldn't even begin to get the words out.

You hesitantly approached, he still didn't answer. "What's wrong?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Steve questioned. His tone very obviously gave away his state of emotion, it only made you feel more anxious.

You had a suspicion what this was about, but number one rule as an agent was to never incriminate yourself. "Tell you what?"

"Don't do that with me." Steve denied. "Bucky already told me. I don't understand why you guys would do that and keep it from me."

Your posture slumped knowing that this reaction was exactly why you and Bucky decided to keep a dirty little secret from Steve. So you sat down on an armchair next to the couch he sat on so you could explain.

But, he didn't even give you a chance to defend yourself before he spoke again. "Did either of you even consider how hooking up with each other would affect me?"

"Hey now, let's get some facts straight." You didn't let him go any further. "I feel like the term hooking up is giving what we did way more credit than what it was worth, and yes, we did consider you, which is why we both agreed we weren't going to tell you."

"Great, thank you so much for the consideration. That makes me feel really secure in my friendships with both of you!" Steve said sarcastically, feeling betrayed and admittedly heartbroken beyond words.

"Wait" You shook your head. "I know that sounds bad, but you have to understand that we all have different morals and personal opinions when it comes to sex and we knew you wouldn't understand."

"What is there to not understand?" He questioned. "You two had sex with no regard to how it would effect our friendships with each other."

"First of all, it wasn't sex, there was no penetration." You corrected. "Second of all, we didn't think it would effect our friendships because that's all we are to each other."

"I don't care about the details or what actually went down between you. Had either of you told me you liked each other from the get go it wouldn't have been a problem. I would've been happy for you two." He grumbled.

"We don't like each other." You denied. "We were just at the right place at the right time, things moved fast, and that's that. There's no romance happening, nothing to make social group weird. We all know Bucky likes Natasha."

"Well it's weird now." Steve glared at you.

"What do you want me to do now? It already happened, I can't go back and change it." You noted. "Want me to suck your dick too and call it even?"

"This isn't funny and I really don't appreciate that comment." He scoffed.

"It wasn't weird for you until Bucky opened his mouth, huh?" You asked him. "Was it weird for you two weeks ago when it actually happened?"

"I don't care." He swallowed thickly.

Feeling quite taken back by his behavior, and a little more that a little annoyed that Bucky spilled the beans, your attitude came out. "I'm a grown woman capable of making grown choices, and I don't owe you an explanation of what I choose to do with my body, Steve."

"No, you don't." He agreed, but you made him snap. "But I'm feeling betrayed and disrespected by the two of you, and that, I do feel like I'm owed an explanation for."

"Are you mad at Bucky too?" You snapped right back. "Huh? Did you yell at him?"

"He told me the truth." Steve rationalized.

"Yeah, well I never lied to you." You pointed out. "And why did Bucky feel the need to tell you what we did privately? Huh? Do you feel like I'm allowed to feel betrayed and disrespected for him going against our word?"

"I'm not here to tell you how to feel. I'm here to try and rationalize any of the choices we're making right now." He raised his voice. "My friends are the only family I have, and I refuse to lose a friend I've already lost many times before over a stupid choice."

Just with that one sentence, he broke your heart. "And that right there, is exactly why I thought it was okay in the first place." You growled as all of your self defenses came rushing in to protect you from the words you always knew to be true but never wanted to admit.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm expendable to you and Bucky. I always have been." You stood up from your spot next to him. "You say you're upset because you didn't want to ruin the dynamic of the friend group but guess what? The dynamic has always been you and Bucky hanging out and me just kind've being there. You'll always choose each other, and everyone will always choose someone else over me."

"That's not true." Steve denied. Although he was seeing red with anger, your words made him sad for you.

"I'm never anyone's first choice, Steve. You'll always choose Bucky, Bucky will always choose you. My sister will choose her husband, Harvey will always choose literally anything but me. Nobody else here is willing to be my friend because it's like social suicide, and I had to completely isolate myself from my normal civilian friends for this job." You explained. "I'm the best agent so I get used and abused and harassed out of the pack, but if I become an avenger I'll be singled out as the worst one. You and Bucky claimed you'd always have my back but now I know that's not true."

"Stop saying that." Steve shook his head.

"Nobody wants me." You spat, Steve could tell you believed that to be true.

It shattered his already broken heart, because if you had even the slightest clue of how bad he wanted you, you'd never say those words again. But he couldn't tell you, it simply wasn't an option.

"Nobody wants me ever but that night, Bucky wanted me. So forgive me for latching onto any ounce of human connection I can get these days. That choice was never about you, and I'm sorry that it hurt your feelings but I'm struggling more than I ever have and right now I need to put me first."

"Bucky and I have always loved having you around."

"That might be true, but you proved my point with your own mouth." A single tear fell down your cheek, but you wiped it away just as fast as it fell. "You said you weren't willing to lose Bucky. But right now it feels like you're willing to lose me."

"Don't be mad at him." Steve shook his head.

"He had no right telling you that without consulting me first." You denied. "Unless he broke some kind of code or something there was no rea-" Your own words made reality wash over you like an angry ocean wave trying to swallow you whole. "Oh my god."

"No-" Steve shook his head.

"He broke bro code, didn't he?" You asked Steve, feeling suddenly nauseous.

Steve felt nauseous too. His brain couldn't think of anything but the truth at the moment, but he was horrified. Though he tried to formulate the correct response, nothing felt right at the moment. "You slept in my bed."

"Oh my god." You took a slow step back, unable to process what information you were just receiving. He watched as your face turned just as red as his. "You like me?"

A billion different things came to mind. So many scenarios, so many possibilities, every single time you suppressed your own feelings for Steve because you never thought a man like him could ever love you. It was wrong. Yet all this time, he was harboring a secret of his own. And even then it was still wrong.

"You slept in my bed while you had a boyfriend." Steve spoke so firmly you swore you could feel the bass vibrating the floor.

"This whole time you we're hoping I'd jump right into your arms after breaking things off with Harvey?"

Steve knew where this was going, and the look on your face was just as horrified as he felt. Your lip was wobbling, your hands were shaking, and with every statement you took a step back. "No. But I did think that there was enough happening between us that you wouldn't go for Bucky."

"I slept in your bed because I trusted you, you asshole." You cried, pointing a finger at him. "I slept in your bed while staying with Harvey because he was the only man crazy enough to actually love me and I didn't ever think anyone would be crazy enough to love me ever again."

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. His jaw hung open for a moment, before it closed, then opened again. "Well then I guess you were wrong."

"I was wrong." You agreed, wiping your face once more as you watched his eyes tear up. "I trusted you to keep me safe in training, protect me against the people who are harassing me. I trusted you as a friend, a confidant. I even trusted you enough to see me naked, but I was wrong."

"This is exactly why I didn't tell you." Steve mumbled. "Because you trusted me and I didn't want to break it. Bucky didn't know."

"So let me get this straight. You had a secret that you kept from both of us, but Bucky's actions are excusable because he didn't know. My actions are inexcusable but I also didn't know, and we did the exact same thing together?" You asked. "You spend a lot of time talking shit about men's double standards around the compound for someone who turned around and is treating me the exact same way."

"I'm trying to talks through this so we can all go back to being friends."

"You we're never my friend." Your words cut through his heart like a knife. "You we're someone being nice to me in hopes of getting in my pants one day."

"No, that's not true." Steve pleaded, blinking back tears. "Our friendship means a lot to me. That's why I'm this upset in the first place."

"I don't think I can ever go back to being just friends with your or Bucky ever again." You cried. "All of you guys here are the same, I can't do this anymore."

Steve watched you clutch your stomach, as you spun on your heels and walked straight for the door. Little did he know, you felt so nauseous you were trying your hardest not to throw up.

"So that's it?" Steve asked, standing up from the couch. "You're going to throw away everything the three of us have built together as friends because we can't have a rational conversation?"

"A rational conversation? You can't even admit that you're only mad at me because you wanted to get into my pants and now you feel like you can't because Bucky got me first." You turned around to look at him. "That's all I am to anyone. That's the only relationships I've been able to form since I've gotten in this compound. You, Bucky, Harvey. I'm not a human to you guys, I might as well just be a glory hole."

"You're misunderstanding me." Steve shook his head, eyebrows raising upward like a sad puppy.

"That makes two of us." You turned back around and grabbed your packed duffel near the door that you always kept for emergencies.

"I care about you, you know that right?"

"It sure doesn't feel like it right now." You denied his claim.

"Where are you going?" Steve asked. "This is your house."

"The compound has never felt like home to me." The door swung open. You didn't even look back at him before stepping through the doorway. "Don't worry about where I'm going, just say the fuck away from me."

And just like that, the door slammed behind you and rattled the ground. You set off like a storm on the other side, and Steve was left on his own to crumble. Only when he was sure you were gone for good did he let tears fall down his face.

Trying your absolute hardest to hold it together you rushed through the compound hallways, desperately trying to avoid seeing anyone you knew before you made it to your car.

You didn't have it in you to have a face to face conversation with Bucky at the moment, but you did feel like you needed to tell him that the friendship was over, so you called him instead.

"Hey, bug." He answered sympathetically.

"Why did you tell him?" You cried.

"I had to." There was a deep sigh from the phone line. "What did he tell you?"

"Why the fuck are you protecting him?" You asked. It was admittedly a little harsh, but Steve had already amped you up.

"So he told you everything." Bucky stated. "I figured out he was in love with you last night. I couldn't in good conscience keep our secret anymore. He needed to know because the longer we kept it from him the worse this would've been."

"He doesn't love me, Bucky." You denied. "What he did wasn't love. It was control, and it was power, but it's not love."

"I can tell you're upset with him, but I don't think that was his intention." Bucky calmly denied. "Give it a few days to settle, alright? You can be mad at us all you want and I understand why, but emotions are high right now and it seems like both you and Steve are villianizing each other."

"I'm going to be gone for the weekend." You stated, needing to set firm boundaries. "I love you, but you hurt me and I need to get away."

"I'm sorry, bug. I really am." He apologized.

"You, Harvey, and Steve will all be blocked from reaching me unless it's during work hours. And as of now, I can't be a friend of yours."

"I understand" Bucky accepted the repercussions of his actions, though he was sad about it. "I hope you know we care a lot about you. I'm sorry this is all happening this way, but I still want you to be safe. Will you let someone know where you're going? Maybe Commander Bennett?"

"Yeah, I will." You agreed, feeling relieved that at least Bucky was being rational. "I hope in a little while we can figure this out between you and I, but it's going to take some time."

"I hope so too." He agreed. "Stay safe, and be smart. I'm here for you whenever you're ready."

You hung up, drove off, and the second the compound was in your rear view mirror it felt like the weight of the world was off your shoulders.

The weekend came and went simultaneously way too fast, yet painfully slow at the same time. You stayed with your sister who welcomed you with widely opened arms, and really took the time to listen to you when you spoke. She let you get it all out, she wiped your tears, then by morning you'd put on a brave face for Luca.

Spending a lot of quality time with him was truly the only reason you hadn't fully lost your mind. By Monday you felt well enough to face the shit show that was work, but it didn't last very long.

You had made it a whopping 4 hours into the work week before getting sent to Steve's office with an ice pack pressed to your cheek and Commander Bennett opening the door for you.

Steve looked up as the two of you entered, but your eyes were glued to the floor. You didn't need to look around to see where the chair was. You already knew.

He hoped that Bennett couldn't feel the thick tension that filled the room, but it was unusual for him to follow you to his office, and he did take note of how bad you looked.

Well, unfortunately for him he always thought you were stupidly beautiful, but your eyes were swollen. You looked exhausted, drained, and nothing like your usual fiery self.

"We need to do something about 212." Commander Bennett cut straight to the chase. "We can't keep cutting into her work time and having her get hurt because 212 and all his awful friends are picking on her."

"What happened?" Steve asked, trying to see what was under the ice pack.

"I saw them trip her with my own eyes. I don't know if they thought I wasn't watching, or if they thought they were being sly enough that I wouldn't notice, but this cannot continue." He stood firm. "Poor thing smacked her face against the floor, but she still is claiming that reprimanding them will make it worse. So what's the solution?"

Steve sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Do you have any ideas, Commander?"

"Give them one more strike. Let them all know that if they pull this again one more time before evaluation we will disqualify them from taking the test." He suggested. "That includes physical, and verbal attacks."

"That's a really good idea, thank you." Steve agreed. "I'll talk to them today."

"Are you comfortable with that, 306?" Bennett asked you.

"Yes, sir." Your voice was hoarse.

"I'm going to give her the option of cutting her work day short or continuing her training, but no matter what we all know she doesn't need more training." He noted. "I'll leave her with you so you guys can figure out your schedules."

"Thank you." Steve said politely.

Bennett left and the door clicked shut behind him, but your eyes stayed glued to the floor. Your options were go to your apartment and sleep the rest of the miserable daylight away, or spend two hours alone in a room with Steve.

You both already knew what the choice was going to be. There was no need to discuss the schedule change.

Steve knew you hated his guts right now, and he was still feeling hurt by you, but it took a few moments for it to dawn on him that he still needed to be a boss and a leader regardless. So he put his best foot forward.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

There was barely any compassion in his voice, he might as well have been a robot, so you didn't bother responding. You didn't even bother looking at him.

"Would you like to talk about the incident?" He pushed.

"No, Captain." You responded, coming to the same awareness that he was still your boss.

Your use of his title and refusal to look at him felt like a shot to the heart. "Would you like to be relieved of duties until tomorrow?"

"Yes, Captain."

"You are dismissed."

Just like the last time he saw you, you walked out on him without as much as a glance back knowing the next time you'd be forced to see him would be evaluation day.

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[babygirl-diaz]

Birthday Boy

Another BuckTommy fic where we're pretending that today is Buck's birthday too!

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Getting out of the car, Tommy whistled some random tune as he went around to open the backdoor. He smiled when he found his daughter, Eliza, fast asleep in her car seat. The 6-month-old was probably the cutest baby in the entire world with her curly brown hair, her button nose, and her pink lips that she always stuck out before bursting into tears. But maybe Tommy was just biased. She was a safe haven baby found by Evan during one of his shifts. He instantly fell in love with the little bundle of joy and when they found her mother, she turned out to be a 16-year-old who was scared of her orthodox family and hence had decided to abandon the child. Buck and Tommy filed to be emergency foster parents of the little girl and were approved within days. So now here they were, 6 months later, in the process of adopting Eliza.

Tommy carefully took out the car seat and locked the car before taking Lizi inside with him. As he was carefully picking her up from the seat, the little girl opened her eyes and then there was the pout, and Tommy knew what was coming next. Just as he had expected, a loud cry rang through the living room and Tommy immediately tried to quiet Lizi down. "Shhh... It's okay, sweetie, Papa's got you," he cooed to her as he put her over his shoulder and gently rubbed her back. "Awwww... It's okay, it's okay," he continued to coo and soon her cries died down when Tommy started whistling. He couldn't sing for the life of him but he could whistle and Lizi seemed to like that.

Tommy kept rubbing her back as he took her to one of her playpens in the kitchen and put her inside it. She let out garbled sounds and started playing with the big blocks she really seemed to like. Evan always said they had a future architect on their hands, which made Tommy roll his eyes and remind him that architects planned houses, they didn't build them.

"So, today is Daddy's birthday, what should we make for him?" Tommy asked Lizi as he picked out two cake mixes. "Strawberry or chocolate?"

The 6-month-old just blinked at him and Tommy nodded. "You're right, he'll like chocolate better."

Tommy put on his generic "Kiss the Cook" apron and started mixing the batter while whistling randomly.

"Lizi, did you know I met your Daddy when we decided to do something silly and fly right into the eye of a storm to save Grandpa Bobby and Grandma Athena?" He fondly smiled at the memory and looked over at Lizi who was blinking at him again.

"And Daddy almost immediately fell in love with Papa."

Tommy stopped whisking and looked over his shoulder to find Evan standing there with his arms crossed and a smile playing on his lips.

"Lizi, Daddy is a lying liar and he knows it," Tommy said with a roll of his eyes.

Evan moved away from the doorway and made his way over to Tommy with a look in his blue eyes that made Tommy almost melt. Evan wrapped his arms around Tommy's waist and pulled him against his chest. "Lizi, Papa knows it's the truth. He's just scared to admit it."

Tommy relaxed against his boyfriend and tilted his head to the side to let him kiss his neck. "How was your birthday?" He asked.

"It was good. The team got me a cake and then decided to plunge my face into it, saying it was a "Tevan" tradition. Whatever that means," Evan replied and kissed along his shoulder.

"I think Tevan means Tommy and Evan," Tommy replied. "I kinda dig it."

"Of course, you do because you're cheesy AF," Evan chuckled.

"Do not curse in front of our daughter," Tommy playfully chastised his boyfriend.

"That's why I said AF," Evan replied and rested his chin on Tommy's shoulder. "So what are you making?"

"I'm baking a two-tiered chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting," Tommy replied.

"Just how I like it," Evan said. "You know what I like better, though?" He asked.

"I'm going to regret asking this but what?" Tommy asked putting the cake mixture down.

"You under me wearing nothing but your smile," Evan whispered in his ear.

Tommy laughed at that and playfully smacked Evan's arm. "Stop being horny on main and go play with our daughter, birthday boy."

Evan kissed Tommy's cheek before going to the playpen. He picked Lizi up and held her in his arms while cooing to her. Tommy couldn't help but smile as he watched Evan start to dance with Lizi. Lizi squealed happily.

Tommy put the cake in the oven and turned around to look at his cute little family. "Got room for one more?" He asked.

Evan got down on his knee with Lizi still in his arm and extended his hand towards Tommy. "Can I have this dance?"

Tommy laughed and shook his head before giving his hand to Evan. Evan stood up and twirled Tommy around before wrapping his empty arm around his waist. Tommy rested his head on Evan's shoulder as they swayed to silence.

"I didn't know what to get you for your birthday," Tommy admitted. "So I got you an iPad Pro," he added sadly.

"You didn't have to get me anything because everything I want is right here," Evan replied and kissed the top of Tommy's head, before doing the same to Eliza.

[bettyfrommars]

Candy Necklace

biker!older!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

⚠️/tags: 18+Only, oneshot, smut, dry humping, mutual masturbation, biker!Steve, bit of oral, pet names, dirty talk, ejaculation, teasing, slight mention of what reader is wearing, mention of being in a biker MC. Word count: 2k

This is a companion piece to my older!biker!Eddie series I'm on Fire because we all deserve some biker!Steve. Can be enjoyed as a stand-alone smutty piece, but I do reference some of the details of his life from the series that might seem irrelevant to porn. It's the mid-late 90's, Steve is early 30's and reader is 21+.

A/N: When I initially envisioned this piece, I figured biker!Steve would be yanking someone's panties to the side in a dark alley (which he still could do) but, idk, patient, adoring, slightly sub Steve really does it for me.

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Steve’s above you, arms braced on either side of your shoulders, his head dipping down to suck and nibble a bead from your candy necklace. You’re both fully clothed, but your shirt has a low neckline, and he is still wearing his Coffin Kings leather biker cut over his t-shirt. Pieces of his hair flop against your chin and stick to your lips as you giggle, fingers hooking down into his belt loops.

“It tickles,” you say, wiggling, his tongue darting into the hollow of your throat to curl around another sweet, round morsel, slurping gently, patiently taking one at a time. He pulls the elastic cord with his teeth, crunching down on single one of the candies, still chewing as his plump mouth returns to your salty wet skin, tongue twisting and flicking to scoop up another.

“But I’m hungry,” Steve breathes on a chuckle, his hips grinding against you, almost involuntarily. He crunches into another one and his low moan of pleasure makes your nipples hard as he plants kisses up the length of your throat, until he gets to the base of your chin, and then he returns to feeding.

Your cheeks got hot as your pussy fluttered, and one hand went to his head, sliding your fingers into his thick head of hair, initially unaware of the affect this playful act would have on you.

Without any real conscious knowledge of it, just a body acting out of need, your hips buck up to meet his and a whimper parts your lips.

Your physical response made Steve lift his head, back teeth still chewing on a bead, breath hot and sweet, his chin glistening wet. He presses all the way up so that his face is in line with yours from above, elbows locked, and you cup your hands around his forearms that are covered in tattoos, gazing up at him.

His hips rotate against yours and the bed squeaks. “Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?”

This bad boy biker with the baby face and deep, chocolate eyes had finally worn you down after months of flirting and got you to go on a date with him. A few sporadic days a week, he worked the front door as a bouncer for a bar called the Velvet Hammer, a place you walked by on your way home from work. At first, you thought he was obnoxious. He’d stop whatever he was doing, or cut off whoever he was talking to when he saw you coming to ask if he could buy you a drink, or to tell you that he noticed that you changed your hair, and he thought it was pretty.

He was harassing you, basically, but he did it in this wholesome, genuine way that was almost awkward, and it made you smile despite of yourself as you turned the corner each time, out of sight.

One night, when he pushed a guy out of the way just so he could say hi to you, you called his bluff and went over with your hands stuffed in the pockets of your coat and agreed to take him up on that drink.

Flustered, he stumbled in to get you a stool at the bar that was close to him, so that he could still talk to you while he worked the door. While the jukebox played Sex & Candy by Marcy Playground, you learned that he had a son named Oliver that he was over the moon about, and a best friend named Robin who he co-parented with since Oliver’s bio mom left when he was a baby.

The pride in his face when he talked about his son was what helped you turn a corner on your opinion of him.

You accepted his invitation to dinner a few days later, and that’s when you told him that you hadn’t had sex since your last relationship, in which you had been cheated on and hurt ruthlessly, and the idea of sexual intimacy too soon made you nervous. To your surprise, he respected this and never tried to push you.

So, there the two of you were on your bed; three dinner dates, one coffee meet up, and two make-out sessions later. He was such a dominant force in the streets---rolling up on his beast of a Harley to pick you up, covered in tattoos all the way up his neck, a cigarette pinched between his lips. But, in private, for the most part, he let you be in control; craved it, even.

“Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?” He asked, rolling his hips against yours, the use of the pet name making your core throb.

You didn’t have the words for how powerful your attraction was to him in that moment, but you blinked a few times as you met his gaze and nodded, pupils blown, lips parted.

Steve’s eyes searched your face, enamored with you more every day, and then he lowers his mouth to yours, tenderly sucking your bottom lip, nuzzling your nose, mumbling sweet words against your mouth, his cock aching as it strained against his denim. Your cores are locked together, each of you arching your pelvis in to meet the other, bodies wordlessly begging.

This was new for Steve. He could count on three fingers the amount of times he hadn’t jumped right to getting his dick wet within the first day of dating a girl. You made him want to savor the moment, you made him want to make it special, even as his balls bleated their joint discontent.

The elastic candy necklace you wore as a silly gesture was all but forgotten as you slid your hand down to touch yourself over your clothes, maintaining eye contact with him.

“Do you want to...watch me?” You whisper, unsure, feeling the outline of his huge cock on the back of your hand, rock hard in his denim, as it dawns on you that you’re not dealing with an average-sized man, and some of his “cocky” personality is explained.

Steve gulped: were you suggesting what he thought you were suggesting? “Oh god, fuck yes,” his voice trembled a bit, the need to bury his cock inside of you was making his vision blur, but to have the honor of watching you pleasure yourself? He’d never been so ready.

He moves over so that he is sitting next to you on the bed, eagerly taking his leather kutte off and tossing it on the chair in the corner. He’s propped slightly up against the headboard, legs long, and he takes your chin in his hand to lean down and kiss you again. You catch a glimpse of the Coffin Kings MC insignia on the back of his leather where it hangs on the armrest, realizing the caliber of bad boy you had in your bed; his knuckles criss-crossed with scars to show that he was no stranger to violence. There was also a scar cutting into his eyebrow, and one on his chin.

He watches intently as you push your pants down your legs and kick them to the ground. You’re just in your t-shirt, candy necklace, and underwear now; you cup your fingers down over the cotton material to feel the soaking wet spot that has developed there, rubbing the pads of them in slow circles.

Steve whines deep in his throat, biting his bottom lip, one hand clamping down to palm his erection, the tip of his cock already juicing with pre-cum. God, at this rate, he worried it wouldn’t take much; he might just cum right there in his jeans like he was 14 again.

You look over at his bulge, and then you tilt your head back to meet his eyes. “You too, if you want,” you say as you bypass your underwear and dip two fingers down and curl them inside, your back arching a bit. “I think it would be hot if you did it with me.”

“Yeah?” He leans down to kiss your forehead and then your lips as he jerks the buttons of his jeans open, freeing his cock with a groan,. “You want me to cum with you, baby?”

“So bad,” you gasp, soaking wet fingers coming out of your warm hole to rub your clit again.

Now it’s your eyes that are locked on him: fist wrapped around his whale of a cock to spread a few fresh pumps of pre-cum down his shaft to wet it, two of his chunky, silver rings clinking together. He spits in his palm and lubricates the rest of the length, and then he stretches it down before his eyes return to you.

“Fuckkk, baby, your panties are soaked,” the sight made him stroke his tip a little faster, shivering, breath hitching in his chest, bracing one hand on the bed between the two of you, metal jean buttons folded open, jingling on his wallet chain.

The way his cock was so ready, so swollen for you, made your hand swipe faster on your clit, taking sharp breaths, eyes flicking from his cock to his face.

The back of Steve’s head hit the headboard as he watcheed your fingers paw at your sweet spot and then dive back down inside, curling in and fucking yourself making sloppy wet sounds that have his hips fucking the air.

“I love watching you baby, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said on a moan as his hand went from long, slow strokes to shorter yanks at the tip, milking a rapidly approaching release.

You bent your knees and planted your feet on the bed, bringing your hips up to meet your hand, fingers fucking deeper beneath your underwear as you met his eyes. “Tell me how hard you want to cum inside of me,” you mutter with sticky lips, pale pink saliva juice from the candy necklace dripping over your clavicle on a mix of saliva and sweat.

Steve convulsed a bit at the thought, swallowing hard, making himself slow to longer, slower strokes. His head rolled back and forth on the headboard before finding your eyes again. “I wanna cum so deep and hard inside of you that I drip out of you for days,” he hissed, edging the tip of his cock, watching your fingers work your core, wishing it was his mouth.

“I want to taste you so bad,” he breathed in a strangled cry, throat muscles flexing as his leg jerked. “Fuck, I know you’ll taste so good.”

It was then that you felt the wave coming and your fingers latched to your clit, working faster, cursing as you exposed your throat, concentrating, head sinking back into the pillow.

Steve could’ve cum then, but he edged himself a few more times, groaning, balls aching, not wanting to miss your release, heels digging into the bed.

You peeked over at Steve’s red tip, aching to explode, thinking of how bad your hole throbbed for him, and then suddenly, the velvet walls were crashing around you, jolts of orgasmic electricity bursting, making your limbs jolt.

You were mumbling, “Stevie ba-by...cum-cumming so har-r-r-r-d.”

Nothing could’ve prepared him for “Stevie baby” rolling off your tongue like that and, just as you arched back in your ecstasy, Steve’s grip raced to meet you, grunting, tip exploding with bursts of cum, milking it with his fist as he cursed, yanking out every last drop with the whimper of your name on his lips.

Twitching in the aftershock, moans ebbing in your chest, you looked over as Steve finished, squirts of his seed pouring over his hand, leaking onto the tufts of hair below, his head tilted back.

That was when you rolled towards him and took hold of his hand, pulling it close to lick at his fingertips, around his rings, tasting him, cleaning him up. You met his eyes before you took the glistening tip of his cock in your mouth, and he nodded, so you sucked him in, drinking him clean while he moaned, hovering on the edge of the precipice, about to fall hard for you.

“Clean me up?” You ask as you put your head back on the pillow, licking your lips, stretching the candy necklace into your mouth like a tiny, sweet, pastel gag. Steve’s mouth watered as he slid your underwear down so he could bury his face between your legs, greedily sucking every last drop of your cum.

You bit down on a candy and crunched it, letting the bits melt in the back of your throat as his tongue darted inside of you, owning you, clutching your thighs, growling, hungry for more, his cock getting hard again in the process.

[chin-chilla-7]

hey, I'm the one who requested the falling from a three post hahaha, I read what you send. Here, you can do it with Lucifer, Mammon and Satan. Sorry for not seeing you only allowed 3 earlier. Sending you love <3

Hey anon! Thanks so much for your patience. I was really looking forward to answering this ask for a while, but sometimes writing is hard, y'know? And, the only solution to writer's block is writing so, here I am finally! Answering this ask.

And since it's been a while: here is the original ask. Essentially the request is MC climbs up into a tree, falls, and the brother transforms into their demon form to catch them. I did tweak it so MC climbs a different thing than a tree for Mammon and Satan, but I felt it fit the vibe a little better. All right, let's get into it.

Under read more since some of these got pretty long.

Lucifer

You were certainly an adventurous thing, weren’t you?

It wasn’t uncommon for you to get yourself into silly situations, and usually you did your best to avoid doing so in front of Lucifer’s watchful eye.

Because, really, when he catches you pulling these dangerous stunts, you’re in for an earful

On this occasion, you figured you were by yourself, in the forest behind the House of Lamentation. It was a spot you’ve returned to time and time again. The view of the small pond was gorgeous, the water was always refreshing, and there were some solid trees for you to climb to get a better view.

This visit was no different than any other visit you’ve made down to the pond, not really. You stayed by the water for some time, before deciding to get a better look from one of the trees.

By the time you had made it comfortably in the branches, you heard a familiar voice call out for you.

“Y/N?”

Lucifer’s deep voice resonated throughout the forest as he approached the edge of the pond. A part of you groaned. Great, of all the times he could’ve come, it just had to be now.

“Up here!” you answered, causing the demon to look up at you, his brow immediately furrowing at the sight.

“What are you doing up there? Get down. It’s much too high.”

He almost sounded like a concerned mother. It was enough to get you to chuckle softly to yourself.

“Relax, I’m fine up here, see?” And, of course, instead of coming down like Lucifer had asked, you decided to try to show off, standing up on your branch and maneuvering your way through the treetops.

This, of course, did very little to soothe Lucifer’s concern - not that he’d admit he was concerned - and he followed along beneath you as best he could. “I mean it! It’s not safe.”

“I’m fine- oop! Ah!” As you tried to assure the other, it seemed you stopped paying attention to where you were stepping, missing a branch and losing your footing, causing you to fall down from the trees.

You braced for impact, squeezing your eyes shut and already wincing as you waited for your body to hit the water below you.

But… that never came.

When you opened your eyes, you saw that you were in Lucifer’s arms, noticing that the demon had his wings out for display. Had he… he must have jumped over the water to catch you, using his wings for extra power. If only you didn’t have your eyes closed, maybe then you could’ve witnessed it.

Of course, that wasn’t something you could particularly focus on as Lucifer stared down at you, his gaze both a mix of concern and annoyance.

“I appreciate you falling for me, but I told you you should’ve come down. If you had only listened to me…”

Oh boy, time for yet another earful.

Mammon

You and Mammon were known for getting into trouble

You would take turns as to what exact trouble the two of you would get into

With Mammon, it was always some heist or scam or something for him to get a few quick bucks out of

And he shared some of them with you, of course. Just some

But with you, you liked to explore. See what places you could get into

And that often involved you crawling, snaking, and climbing to get to not so easy to reach places

On this occasion, you and Mammon were at RAD, exploring an old storage room that didn't get much use anymore

You couldn't help but notice the ceiling tiles, the ones in the corner breaking away to offer a perfect spot for you to wiggle and crawl your way through

So, naturally, you did what you could to climb up to reach that spot on the ceiling

And, let's be clear, the ceilings of RAD are quite high, so much so that even Mammon seemed to have apprehensions

"Uh, ya sure you want to get up there? I'm sure there's other place you could climb that aren't so.. high."

But you were certain: "I've climbed trickier things before. Now come on, help me move this," you answered, trying to push an old metal storage shelf towards the corner

Reluctantly, Mammon helped you, lest he stand by and watch you hurt yourself from trying to move such a big thing. He was your bodyguard, he had to make sure you were safe!

Once the shelf was in place, you wasted no time beginning to climb, easily making your way up most of the way to the top

Keyword there: most

By the time you reached close to the top, you hadn't anticipated the way the old shelf was unable to hold your weight. As you stepped onto one of the ledges, the braces snapped, causing you to tumbling back down to the ground

But... no impact came. Instead, you found yourself in Mammon's arms. Well, kinda in his arms and mostly on top of him on the floor. He at least had broken your fall.

As you looked down to him to make sure he was okay, you noticed that he was in his demon form. Poor guy basically got scared into it, concerned for your safety. If you bring it up, he'll blush and look away.

"Yeah, well, don't say the Great Mammon didn't do nothing to care for ya."

You certainly won't

Satan

You're in the library with Satan. A common place for you to be - well, that, and his room. There were just so many books! You loved being able to read whatever whenever.

Today, you were hunting for a book. It was one Solomon had recommended to you, and Satan had tried to help you find it, but it seemed to have been moved from where it usually was, much to Satan's dismay

So, it left you and Satan searching the library top to bottom to find this book. You were willing to let it go, but it seemed Satan was persistent that you get the book you wanted. It was sweet in it's own way

Satan was on one side of the room while you were on another, climbing up one of the ladders in the library in hopes of finding the book on a higher shelf

"What if it's not even here? Maybe one of your brothers took it?"

"I'd be surprised if any of them knew how to read."

"Even Lucifer?"

"Especially Lucifer."

That earned a laugh from you, grabbing onto the shelf to pull yourself and the ladder along the wall. If only the wheel to this ladder wasn't so sticky. It took more than a little force to get it to move, but you were managing. That it, until you found yourself particularly stuck in place

Now, a normal person would've climbed down to move it from the ground, but not you. You were determined to make it move where you were. You gripped the bookshelf, getting as much leverage as you could before pulling with all your might to shift the ladder over

And it worked! Though, it seemed to work a little too well. Maybe you didn't need all your might for it

As the ladder jolted forward, you lost your balance, then your footing, and all you could do with scream in surprise as you fell of the rungs, heading towards the ground

Though, before you could hit the ground, you felt yourself land on something much more... soft. Comfortable, even

You looked to see Satan standing above you, holding you in his arms with a concerned expression on his face

"Are you all right, Y/N?"

"I'm... I'm fine..." you were more stunned than anything. Hadn't Satan been on the other side of the room just moments earlier? How did he get to you so quickly?

Then you noticed his horns. Oh, he had transformed to get to you quicker. How... sweet.

You found yourself blushing, moving to put your feet back on the ground. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry for making you worry."

"It's all right, but how about next time you move the ladder from the ground?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

[1-800-rh]

(In case anyone wanted a pt 2 . Here is the second chapter to my Rodrick X Fem!Reader , you can find it on wattpad 😊My account is Bylersss!)

"YOU still not talking to them ?" Y/n took a sip of her smoothie. She quickly put it down & latched onto the passenger handle as Rodrick was driving on the sidewalk - in the opposite direction of traffic. "Ehh , sort ofish . Have you heard anything from your parents?"

She shrugged & pulled out her pink Motorola flip phone. "Hey Y/n ! We miss u & just wanted to let u know that we are now traveling to Miami concerning our new product. We may be going home in a month or two. Luv Mom XOXO." She snapped it shut & put it back into the pocket of her jacket.

Rodrick kept silent for a bit then finally spoke up when they'd come to a stop. "My parents are taking us to Roarin' Rapids next weekend. We leave on Friday , I was wondering if you'd like to come ?" He then nonchalantly shrugged. "If you want. Greg is bringing the Hamburglar so thought you might want to come."

She chuckled at the one of many insults he had for Rowley. She nodded & grabbed the handle once more. "Yeah for sure . Sounds awesome."

Y/n fiddled with her fingernails as they pulled into the Heffley residence. Rodrick quickly noticed it & decided to speak up about it . "You nervous or something?" She gave a heavy sigh & shook her head .

"No I just have lots of things going on in my mind."

"Seems like it might be something more."

She tightened her first & watched him pull the key out of the ignition, frustration was scribbled all over his face . "You know you can always talk to me right ."

Y/n looked around for anything to withdraw the attention off of her & onto something else . That's when she saw Greg & the familiar chubby boy. "Looks like Rowley's here again !" She smiled as they both exited the car & made their way to the tweens.

"Hey turd face , I told mom I'd give you some drum lessons in exchange for mom bucks. Follow me to the garage." He paused & gave the chubby kid an up & down examination, disgust written all over . "And bring Salad Dodger with you."

Rowley , the bowl cut haired kid, pointed to himself & whispered a , "Is he talking about me ?" to Greg. Y/n chuckled & nodded , following after the three boys.

She found herself sat on top of a cooler reading a magazine, Rodrick played away at the drums . Rowley & Greg both had confusion written on each of their faces , sharing a glance at one another here & there before looking at Rodrick & then back down to the bowls in front of them .

"When do we get to play the real drums ?"

Rodrick removed his headphones & chortled . "Like I would ever let you touch them!" Greg rolled his eyes & through the utensils he held on to the ground. "I'm sick of this. Let's go play Twisted Wizard , Rowley."

Y/n peeped over her magazine & looked at Rodrick , who was putting his drumsticks away. "Mom bucks ?"

"It's this dumb thing my mom came up with . Basically we bond as brothers & we get play money we can exchange for real bucks."

She dipped her head to indicate she understood. "Well how much have you made ? You can barely stand him."

"Haha . Funny. But I found the fake money in an old board game , so in actuality I don't really have to bond with him." He said . She chuckled & fished for her phone in her jacket.

"I gotta run , I made plans with my friends to catch a movie. Come with ?"

He walked with her down the set of stairs & shook his head. "Nah , the bands coming soon to practice for the talent show."

"Sucks. Alright then I'll see you tomorrow!" She leaned in & gave him a quick hug before pulling away & heading out front.

•

"What were you guys thinking ?! I asked for you to be civilized just for a bit !"

Rodrick groaned the moment his mom started going on about Sunday's incident, again. It had been 3 days since it happened & yet she kept going on & on .

However, it seemed like Frank had gotten a new job & had reduced his drinking - making him the only parent that was tolerable for the moment being. He couldn't wait to talk to Y/n, with the punishment came getting his van taken away & phone away. They lived next to each other but because part of his punishment was also not being allowed out of the house equaled no Y/n . He couldn't even talk to her in class as they would get too busy & by the time he tried talking to her class was over.

He cursed under his breath as he headed towards the domicile. His dad called out for him the moment he hopped out of the vehicle. "Rodrick , come here."

Rodrick spun & slowly made his way towards his father . He awaited for a whole ass lecture but to his surprise received his keys & cell phone back. He had obviously given Frank a weird look before the older man began to explain himself. "Your mom is upset , obviously. But she had asked me to give these to you. I know the new drums aren't the best but I felt bad about the last set & decided to buy you those."

Rodrick felt himself smile but he was able to contain it & only said "Thanks." before heading to his home.

He flipped his phone open to see multiple missed calls & texts from Y/n , Bill , Drew , & Ward. First & foremost he went ahead & gave a call to his band members.

Once the call had concluded he called Y/n , there was no answer. He tried again.

Nothing.

Then one more time .

He had felt worried & quickly went to his window that faced her room. He felt his heart drop as he watched her walk out the house , hand in hand with Carter Samuels. She paused to adjust her shoe lace & quickly reached for his hand again , the biggest smile was spread on her face.

Rodrick quickly shut the blinds & tossed his phone onto his bed . He gritted his teeth before punching the wall . He then could only sigh & tossed himself onto his bed.

[waheelawhisperer]

Your taste is impeccable, Im curious about your thoughts on Ironwood. I can kinda see the appeal but not really

Honestly there are a lot of reasons I like Ironwood. I'll start with the more superficial ones and go from there.

His voice. I really like deep voices on both men and women and Ironwood's is very nice and calming. His VA did a great job.

He's aesthetically pleasing. I'm not attracted to him personally, but in a purely aesthetic sense, he checks a lot of my boxes - I like his height, his build, his hair, his beard (when he has it), his facial shape, and so on. I'm not a fan of war or imperialism, but I also have Hideo Kojima brain, which means I never grew out of my little-boy fascination with things that go fast or go boom, so I think military equipment and aesthetics and uniforms and so on are rad as hell. Suits and long coats are both things I like a lot and Ironwood's got both going on at one point or another.

He's very complex and compelling, second only to Raven among RWBY's cast in that regard. He's got a lot of personal strengths and a lot of personal weaknesses, and they really serve to make him feel like, well, a person. There are some characters in RWBY that feel flat and bland and lacking in dimension (Vine Zeki, please come stand at the front of the class), but Ironwood never does. He possesses genuine personal courage - he fights an Alpha Beowolf to protect the students, regularly joins his comrades on the front lines, and personally apprehends Watts in Volume 7, flaying the skin off his own arm in the process. He's genuinely warm and caring toward others (at least the ones in his ingroup) - he offers the students the chance to flee the Battle of Beacon without judgment, he sends Yang a prosthetic entirely unprompted, and he welcomes the protagonists to Atlas with open arms, offering them his personal support and his Kingdom's resources. He's emotionally demonstrative and also, in many ways, a very lonely man - just look at how happy he is to see his fellow members of Ozpin's inner circle every time they reunite. He shows flashes of tactical and strategic competence with the Amity plan, the ambush his forces pull against Tyrian, and his capture of Watts. He's also stubborn, paranoid, convinced that his solutions are the right ones, and very willing to sacrifice people who aren't members of his ingroup if he thinks doing so serves the greater good. He's a strong man in many ways, but that strength is brittle and easily shattered. Just ask Cinder.

Many of his personal traits would be considered strengths in other action-oriented media, but are portrayed as weaknesses here. Generally, it's great for your action hero to be determined, to be willing to stand against the whole world to do what they believe is right, to be willing to buck authority when that authority holds them back, and so on - that gives them the strength and resolve to push on through adversity and blah blah blah, but with Ironwood it warps into tunnel vision, into commitment to a failing course of action, into a willingness to listen to others, but not accept that they might actually be right, often because something happens that he thinks proves him right (the breach at the end of Volume 2, Salem's arrival in Atlas). Instead of being a strong, resolute hero or ally, a source of hope and inspiration in the world's darkest hour, he becomes an obstacle that must be circumvented because he's too inflexible to bend.

I love the way he serves as a microcosm of Atlas. He does a great job of embodying his Kingdom's positive and negative aspects - the arrogance, the belief in Atlas's superiority, the technological advancement, the appeal to force, the symbol of hope, the conception of themselves as the defenders of the world... all of it is made manifest in General James Ironwood.

I appreciate his ability to cause problems by accident and cause problems on purpose. He's a very versatile man.

Finally, he's just... fun to watch. When he's onscreen, I feel like something interesting is going to happen. Will it be a good thing? Maybe not, but it will be a thing I want to watch.

[martianloon]

Fic Recs 5/11/24

9-1-1

Idiots on Reddit by 7ate9 | Rated: G | 35.7 k words | Complete

Buck and Ana seem to keep clashing during Eddie's recovery after the shooting. Both turn to Reddit for assistance, and both get answers.

Bad Buddy

Ask a Stupid Question by aworkingprinter | Rated: M | 32.6 k words | Complete

“I’m just asking if you like her.”

“What if I do?” said Pran. He didn’t say it like it was one of their usual challenges. He said it like he was seething. “What if I do, Pat?”

When Pat asks Pran if he likes Ink, Pran says yes.

KinnPorsche

Bloodsport by raelle | Rated: E | 42.5 k words| Complete

Part 8 of Love & Blood

When Pete sees shady figures staking out Macau’s school, he can’t tell if it’s paranoia or good sense that tells him they’re bad news.

A week later, Macau and Vegas disappear.

Pete races to track them down and get his family back.

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The first 6 chapters are a complete story and rated M for blood and violence. The following two chapters are rated E and contain smut. Chapter 7 is an epilogue, and chapter 8 is an alternate ending.

Memento Mori, Memento Vivere by Lori0 | Rated: E | 34.2 k words | Complete

Remember that you must die, remember that you must live.

Porsche remembers. (Or, more accurately, Porsche never forgot.)

Dislocation by 99_9 | Rated: M | 25 k words | Complete

Part 1 of Train to Failure

The next time, Chan’s considerably more alert, like his brain has been doing some filing and redecorating while he slept. He remembers the fire fight. He remembers sitting by the front door planter and smoking, convinced he was going to bleed out, and the med team who rushed out to pull him into surgery just in time. He remembers brief flashes, rolling through the clinic and noting the water stain on the ceiling, vaguely hoping that his niece would be able to get a good rate on the foreign exchange for his estate and that the wire fees wouldn’t be expensive.

He lies still with his eyes closed, taking stock of his surroundings. He can hear the machines and another person breathing. He’s not sure if it’s a bodyguard - it might also be one of the boys, probably Tankhun. If Khun is sitting with him, there aren’t too many casualties, but if it’s a bodyguard -

He lets his eyes slit open. The person in the chair next to him is Kim. That’s a good sign.

Or: Chan lives. This makes some things simpler, and others more complicated.

MDZS/ The Untamed

To Arrive Without Leaving by 99_9 | Rated: E | 14.8 k words | Complete

Part 1 of To Arrive Without Leaving

Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue have been making eyes at each other across the Sect Leader's study for a while, each believing that their position prevents the other from wanting them. When Meng Yao is kidnapped, Nie Mingjue will do anything to get him back. Could this be the start of something new between them?

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“Meng Yao,” said one of the men who had stuffed him into the sack outside his bedroom in the Unclean Realm, a large, dangerous looking fellow with a scar through his eyebrow.

Meng Yao just blinked. In all his hours of thinking, he’d never anticipated that he might be the one they were looking for. What an oversight.

“This Meng Yao is…” he said, and trailed off. This Meng Yao was very tired and very scared, he thought, but it wouldn’t do to say so.

Merlin

Deep In My Heart I'm Concealing by Cithara | Rated: E | 102.5 k words | Complete

Navigating life events that turn his world upside down, including his ascension to the throne and a revelation that rocks him to his core, Arthur's ever-evolving relationship with Merlin becomes the most important of his life. No one ever said love was easy.

“I would die before I hurt you,” Arthur said, his voice strangled. “I would kill anyone who ever tried to do you harm and it pains me to think that you could ever fear me.”

“I don’t understand,” Merlin said breathlessly. “You’re the king, you – ”

“I’m not standing here as a king, Merlin!” Arthur shouted, his voice breaking as he did so. “I’m standing here as a man, a man who believed he knew you completely, a man who thought you were the one constant in his life, a man who thought…who thought you were his,” he finished, horrified to feel tears pricking his eyes.

[thewalkingdead-com]

THE ASSASSIN (PART 1)

You were walking through the woods with Otis, you were tracking a deer while carefully following its tracks on the ground while making sure there were no walkers. "Right there" Otis says just barely so he doesn't spook the deer, he slowly puts up his rifle and start to aim. You were looking around for other animals but when you looked back to the deer you saw a little head slowly walking towards the deer, you quickly reached your hand out to grab Otis's arm but his finger was already pulling the trigger. The loud gun shot rang through the air as the little boy and the deer both went down. "Oh no no no" A man called out as he quickly bent down at the boy and started putting pressure on the wound. "Oh god" Otis was whispering to himself as he looked at the little boy. Quickly you bent down and took of your shirt and pushed the man aside that was putting pressure on the boy, you easily grabbed behind the boys neck to lift him up and you slid the shirt under his back and you laid him back down and tied the sleeves together in the front to keep the boy from bleeding out. As you picked up the boy in your arms "Go follow her she will take your boy to a man named Hershel, he can help you" Otis said as you quickly ran in the direction of the farm, blood covered your hands and ran down your chest and bra. You were fast and agile so it would take at most about 6 minutes. You didn't even look back as you kept running, all you could hear was a man yelling at Otis "Hey, you move it shit head let's go" He kept yelling as he was practically dragging Otis. "How far, how far?!" Thr other man asked who you were assuming was the father, "Another half mile that way" Otis said as he sounded like he was gonna heel over at any given moment as the man. Was still yelling and dragging him. You saw the house and easily hopped the fence as there was no time to open it, the boy was covered in blood and if he didn't get help soon he would most likely die.

All the Greene's were all out on the porch

"Was he bit?" Hershel asked but before I could answer "Shot, shot by your man" The father said while panting, you were already making your way inside the house with the boy. Patricia looked as if she couldn't believe that Otis shot someone. You laid the boy on the bed and Patricia grabbed Hershels kit. "Maggie, I need painkillers, coagulates- Grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol." Hershel said quickly as Maggie was grabbing everything she could. Hershel came into the room and was quickly organizing everything they needed before handing you a pillow case "Fold it, make a pad and keep putting pressure on the wound" He said to you as you did it quickly. "Is-is he alive?" The father asked as he was practically standing on top of you so he could see his son, "step back please, we need room" Patricia said to the man as Maggie was getting an IV ready. "What's your name" Hershel asked the man, "Rick, my-my name is Rick" He said while stuttering. "Rick, we're gonna do everything we can, okay? You need to give us some room. Now." Hershel said trying to comfort Rick. Outside you could hear the man yelling and dragging Otis before they finally got to the house. Otis came to the room and hugged Patricia "is he still alive?" Otis whispered to Patricia as they had a small little moment together. "What's his blood type" Herhsel asked Rick "A positive, s-same as mine" Rick answered before Hershel looked at you "what happened" He asked you, "we were tracking a buck, the bullet went right through it and now we're here" You said in your thick accent while whispering as you were never loud and never liked talking. Hershel was looking at the wound before speaking "The deer slowed the bullet down, which certainly saved his life, but it did not go through clean. It broke up into pieces. If I can get the bullet fragments out.. And I'm countin' six." I sighed and gave Hershel a look that and shook your head and walked out of the room. You sat on the porch while not even realizing you were covered in blood, you could hear the boy inside screaming in pain but decided not to go back in there. A couple minutes passed and Hershel came out, "I need you to go with Maggie to get a woman named Lori, she is Rick's wife" you gave a quick nod before walking to the horse stables, you were quickly saddling up 2 horses when Maggie walked in, "you ready?" She asked while hopping onto the horse, you got on after her and she quickly took off into a run and you followed behind her. In a matter of minutes we came riding up to a group walking through the woods. "Lori, Lori Grimes?" Maggie asked the group, they all looked as if they didn't know if they could trust us, they kept looking at you as you were still covered in blood with only pants and a bra on, "what?" One of the women with long brown hair asked, "There's been an accident- Carl's been shot. He's still alive but you've gotta come now. Rick needs you. Just come!" Maggie said quickly, Lori was quickly getting on the horse as a raggedy man said "Whoa-whoa-whoa! We don't know this girl. You can't get on that horse!" Ignoring him "Rick said you had others on the highway, that big traffic snarl?" Maggie said "Uh huh" an Asian man said while shaking his head, "Backtrack to Fairburn road. Two miles down is our farm. You'll see the mailbox, name's Greene" She said quickly before you and her turned around and started running back to the house.

The second we got there Lori practically flew off the horse and started walking up to the house, Maggie and ricj and Hershel followed her inside while you got off the horse and took the horses to the stabel to take care of the horses, after doing that you walked into the house and you could hear the commotion going on between Lori and Hershel, "completely in over your head arnt you?" Lori said with her head in her hands, "arnt we all" Hershel responded

PART 2 coming soon

[countrymusiclover]

4. Girls better than Boys

Part 5

Texas Romance

@tyrionsprincess30

Boys were picking on Missy for playing baseball so now we are in the front yard throwing balls back and forth. Georgie sits on the tailgate of his dad's truck watching us. He'd never admit it but he liked that I was her high school friend because I didn't let anyone push her around even though she already did that on her own a bit. Her first game was this afternoon so she wanted to make sure she was truly ready. I pitched a ball to her and she got it with her mit.

She threw it back hard at me and I nearly lost it but I managed and I completed with a proud smile. "Hot dang Mis. You're really good at this. Those boys don't got nothing on you."

She catches the ball I threw back to her announcing. "What's that same you say y/n 'girls play better than boys'?"

Georgie coughed, making us focus on him and she asked mockingly. "What's wrong?" He pushed himself off the tail taking the baseball from my hands tossing it around in his. "I like that you can take it to'em. But...let's just say we're equal."

I joked, making him roll his eyes. "Do my eyes deceive me, is Georgie Cooper jealous of his little sister? Oh my gosh and I thought the Texas sun was hot."

He smirked pulling me closer to him by my wrist, dropping the baseball. He whispered in my ear making me blush. "Don't say that word unless it's in a different context." I pushed him away harshly trying to joke about it. "Uh Georgie no!"

Missy gags, preparing to throw her baseball back to me. "Ew stop. Look can I have y/n to myself without you makin it gross!" I caught the ball she threw looking back at him and he sits back on the tailgate. "Yeah Georgie, what she said." He chuckled at the same time as me.

Georgie didn't see why he had to come but I begged him for me. Memaw and her parents sat with us. I got a shirt with her number on it #9. The boy pitcher threw a ball that nearly hit her in the face. I started to stand up getting mad but Georgie held my hand in his to stop me. The coach on our team shouted, waving his arms around. "Woah. Hey we talked about this!"

Are they seriously trying to hit her because she's a girl.

Missy practiced swinging the bat before the boy threw another one at her face directly. Missy dropped to her knees shielding her face and by that point I was furious. Jumping up to my feet I growl. "You jerkass boy. Stop trying to hit her before I come out there and make you!" The pitcher looks at me. Yeah, I'm talking to you.

Her mother mumbles in concern. "Oh lord..." Mr. Cooper said holding up a video camera. "What is going on!" Memaw cursed in shock. "What the hell!"

Georgie stands up next to me, but softly tries to rest a hand on my shoulder in fear of me biting it off. He hollered out being supportive. "Kick they're butt Missy!"

Missy drops the bat and races to tackle the boy pitching. I gasped with Georgie at the same time. "Oh yeah here we go!" I announced throwing a fist in the air. Missy shoves the boys face in the dirt ordering. "Eat dirt - eat it. You gonna cry like a girl, go ahead cry!" Georgie grinned at me as we smirked laughing at her kicking butt.

Memaw chimed in. "Kick his ass!"

I glanced at her mom who demanded of her dad. "Do something. Break'em up!"

The coach adds in grinning lightly. "Yeah listen to you're memaw. Kick his ass!"

Mr. Cooper chuckled pointing a hand out to them in the dirt. "Hey no. She's winning".

Georgie poked me in the side betting. "I bet you five bucks she gets to keep the ball" I high fived him declaring. "You're on, Cooper!"

His mom hollered out while her daughter still shoved a boy's face in the dirt. "Missy - Missy Cooper. You stop beating up that boy!"

Her memaw said something that makes me giggle in Georgie's shirt as he tenses at the thought. "Kick him in the nuts!"

The game ends with me owing Georgie five bucks because she got to keep the game ball. I keep an arm around Missy who spins the ball in her hands grinning brightly. Mr. Cooper said proudly "Ejected from your first game. I'm proud of you, slugger!"

Missy says back grinning ear to ear. "Thanks dad!".

Georgie looks at me and Missy chuckling. "Remind me to never cross either of you the wrong way" I laughed as Missy smirked. "You've got that right".

Memaw announced making me, Missy and Gerogie all cheer happily. "Dairy Queens on me!"

Mrs. Cooper clarified "Just to be clear we are not rewarding violence. But I am glad that you didn't let those girls at school keep picking on you. Y/n, thank you for helping"

I grinned as Missy hugged me smiling. "Sure thing Mrs. Cooper. " Georgie takes my freehand in squeezing it.

Missy tells all of us, smirking. "I should rub their faces in the dirt." Mr. Cooper said happily to which I agreed. "That's my girl!"

Comments really appreciated ❤️

I loved when Missy started playing baseball

[sublimecatgalaxy]

you and fez having “the talk” with ash after finding out your pregnant with fez’s baby? i feel like even though ash knows he’d still be the cringing uncomfortable child hearing it from two parent figures

This is so cute lmao

"I don't know what you being pregnant has gotta do with me." Ash shrugs as he plops down onto the couch, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks up at Fez and I. There's an awkward silence, the boy watching us intently, his eyes trying to find some sort of reason behind us pulling him out of his room and into a 'family meeting'.

"Uh, well, obviously this baby was a bit of a happy accident." I chuckle tiredly, sitting down on the coffee table in front of Ash, my elbows resting on my knees as his brows pull together.

"So you got knocked up, good for you." He laughs, turning to look at Fez, my boyfriend blushing vividly because he knows what's coming. "What is this really about, huh?" He tilts his head at us, a sheepish laugh leaving me as I rip the bandaid off.

"You're 15, you're-uh- getting older and we just want to sit down and talk to you about-"

"Nope." Ash cuts me off, immediately standing up, shaking his head at me as he points a finger at me as he backs away.

"Ash-"

"Nope, no birds and the fucking bees. No sex talk. I don't need it. I learned from the two of you, don't get a girl fucking pregnant, alright?" He panics but Fez beats him to it, pushing his brother back down onto the couch, giving him a look of warning before turning to me.

"Continue, baby." Fez whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my head as I turn my attention back towards Ash.

"If you sit through this conversation, I'll give you twenty bucks and a joint." I offer, watching as he hesitates for a moment, his eyes flicking back and forth between mine to check that I'm being sincere. Wordlessly, he nods his head, encouraging me to continue. "I'm gonna keep this simple. Use a condom, don't have sex drunk or right, ask for consent with every move you make and if she says no, you stop, alright?" I ask, his head bobbing in another nod as my shoulders relax, feeling better just having this conversation, knowing that Fez and I did our part. "And just be a fucking gentleman, we raised you better than to not take care of a girl, be nice, get her water and shit." Ash's annoyed expression breaks a bit, a soft smile on his lips as he looks up to Fez. He knows that we mean well, that we just wanted what's best for him and I can tell by the soft expression on his face that he understands where we're coming from. Moments later, he clears his throat, mischief taking over.

"Alright I did it, cough up that twenty and my joint."

[metalbuckaroo]

🍒Be Good🍒

💋 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

🍒 WARNINGS// Smut, cursing, oral (m receiving), bucky being nervous and cocky all at once, a smidgen of subby bucky, big dick bucky, i think that's it.

💋 AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

🍒 NOTE// OK, finally it's done 😅

💋Ronly Friends Masterlist💋

🍒Main Masterlist🍒

Moodboard by// @commonintrest

"Why are we here, exactly?" Bucky asked as the two of you walked into the shop that was filled with different sets of lingerie, sex toys and other things meant for sexual pleasure.

"If you're still serious about doing the video, we gotta get stuff to hide who you are." You shrugged, wandering towards a rack that held masks. "Well, I'm not very sure how many people have metal arms. It'll be kinda obvious."

"Nothing a jacket and some gloves won't fix."

You had expected Bucky to change his mind the next day, but so far he hadn't. He wouldn't say it outloud, but the thought excited him.

Even though you had told him there wasn't any actual sex involved, he just thought about the way your lips were going to feel around him and the glossy red lipstick you had worn in the videos would smudge against his skin and off of your lips.

"How about this one?" He pulled his gaze away from your lips to look at the black mask you held in your hand. "Would I be able to breathe in that thing?" He chuckled, taking it from you. "Well, yeah. There's holes."

Bucky lifted the mask to his face, holding it in place as he looked at you. The rubbery plastic covering from his nose down, leaving his denim blues visible.

Your lips curled up in a smile, raising your eyebrows. "You have really beautiful eyes." Bucky laughed lightly at the compliment, tossing the mask into the basket you were holding. "Thanks, cherry."

🍒 🍒 🍒 🍒 🍒 🍒

Bucky's head was swarming with thoughts as he sat on your bed that had been covered with a large throw blanket, the backdrop blocking the off white color of the walls and your headboard.

You stood in front of him, one of his t-shirts covering the lingerie set you wore as you set up a tripod. "Okay, stand up." You said with a soft smile, clipping the garter belt to the stockings and looking to him.

Dropping to your knees one at a time once he stood, Bucky sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers worked at the button of his jeans. "I thought you said that pictures were first?" He said, exhaling slowly. "They are, but pants aren't required."

He nodded, his cock already stirring in his jeans at the sight of you on your knees in front of him- tugging the tight fabric down his legs so he could kick them off. "Just one last thing-"

Goosebumps raised on his skin when your lips pressed to his hip bone just above the band of his briefs. A bright red lipstick print gracing the skin when you pulled away and stood with a proud smile.

Sitting back down on the bed, Bucky cleared his throat. "Now what?"

Your foot pushed his apart, trying to keep your eyes away from the bulge in his underwear as he leaned back on his forearms. "Just relax." You shrugged, adjusting the leather jacket to show more of his bare stomach and making sure the metal of his left shoulder wasn't visible, before handing him the mask to put on.

He heard a few shutter clicks after you went back behind the camera, watching as you pressed a few buttons then took the few steps back to him.

"Get 'em?" Bucky said, swallowing thickly when you moved to straddle his lap. "Hands here." You moved his gloved hands to hold your backside, his fingers pushing the hem of the shirt up a little. "You sure?"

Bucky hated that he was showing how nervous he was to be in such close quarters, he'd wanted this since the day you moved in.

"Bucky, if you're not sure about doing this we can stop." You said, leaning away a little to look at him. "It's not that-" he shook his head, words slightly muffled by the rubbery plastic covering the lower half of his face. "I wanna do this."

He cleared his throat and gathered all of the confidence he had as he shifted under you slightly. Your hands resting on his shoulders as his gave a soft squeeze to the supple flesh of your ass, biting back a groan when you brushed the erection straining against his briefs.

A few more shutter clicks and you stood, Bucky finally taking a deep breath to calm the pounding in his chest.

"This seems a little unfair." He said, watching you lean to get your mask from the dresser. "How's that?" You mused, cocking an eyebrow at him

Bucky leaned forward to toy with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. "Take it off." His husky tone sent a shiver down your spine. Thought you tried to hide it by gripping the bottom of the shirt, lifting it up and over your head before dropping it to the floor.

You could feel his slate blue eyes piercing through you, his breathing uneven as his gaze raked over the way the two piece, lacy and white lingerie fit your body as you stood behind the camera again.

"Ready?" Bucky swallowed thickly and nodded, not looking from you as you sunk down to your knees again. Reciting the rules you told him yesterday in his head.

'No kissing, it's too intimate, and be good.'

He lifted his hips enough for you to pull his briefs down his thighs, your breath catching in your throat when his erection sprung out. Long and thick, the tip red and swollen, like it was aching to be touched.

More confidence washed through Bucky at your expression, lips parted as you pumped your hand along his shaft a few times. Eyes flicking up to meet his as your tongue poked out to catch a bead of precum leaking down from the slit, eliciting a low groan from him.

Moaning softly at the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, your lips wrapped around the bulbous head. Glossy red lipstick smudging to the skin just like Bucky had pictured it would.

It didn't take much for Bucky to fall into the rhythm and completely forget about the camera pointed at the two of you. Wanton moans and pants leaving his lips, muffled by the mask but still very audible.

His hand holding the back of your head as you swallowed him down to his base, drool leaking around your lips and down your chin as you squeezed the thick muscles on his thigh- moaning around him

Bucky was already so close from the feeling of your throat constricting around him, he wasn't sure how he fit but he didn't care, it felt amazing.

His body relaxed when you pulled away to take a few gasps of air as you fisted over him. "C'mon, cherry..." he panted, stroking the back of your head, knowing he couldn't tug the hair due to it being a wig.

He was trying to listen to your rule about being good, resisting the urge to fuck up into the warmth of your mouth or rut his hips onto your hand.

But, the manicured hand he had thought so much about was finally wrapped around his cock and he didn't know how much control he had left.

"Remember, you gotta be a good boy." You teased when you leaned up to talk in his ear, smirking when his cock twitched in your hand.

"Fuck-" Bucky said in a low, drawn out moan when you took him in your mouth again, moving your hand to gently roll his balls in your palm as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

His eyebrows knitted together, hair fallen forward and partially shielded his face as his hooded eyes watched your every move.

You felt his balls and muscles in his thigh start to tight in your hands, his hand slipping down to hold the back of your neck when your cheeks hollowed to take more of him.

"Oh- fucking shit-" he hissed before a string of Russian curses poured out of his mouth, his release shooting down your throat.

The wicked smirk that plastered across your face when you pulled off of him made Bucky shudder, the grip on the back of your neck loosening. Watching you with a dazed look as you stood.

Bucky stood from the bed once he got his bearings again, pulling the mask off and cupping over himself as if you hadn't just swallowed his spend. "What about you?"

Lifting your head to look at him as you started to put the stuff away, you shrugged. "That wasn't part of the agreement."

He felt bad that he wasn't going to return the favor, noticing how your slick had soaked through the fabric of your lingerie. "But, you-"

You pecked a kiss to his cheek and patted his red tinted chest. "Just take the win, Buck."

As much as you wanted to, you were ready to cross that line yet. Maybe another day, but for now- the sated look on Bucky's face was enough for you.

Bucky cleared his throat and nodded, leaving your room and making his way to the bathroom for a shower.

He glanced down at the red lipstick smears when he shut the bathroom door, letting out a heavy sigh as he pulled the velcro straps of the leather gloves and tugged them off.

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After both of you had showers and changed, Bucky stood in the kitchen with you as you cooked dinner. Trying not to think too hard about what happened less than an hour ago.

"Y'know, I didn't know you can speak Russian." You grinned, leaning back against the counter across from him. "Now you do." He said, lifting the beer bottle to his lips.

He knew what you were about to say from the teasing smirk that tugged you lips. "You liked being called a good boy, didn't you, James?" You cooed, stepping closer. "Shut the hell up." He muttered, looking to the floor.

Your arms went around his neck loosely, smiling up at him as your fingers messed with some of his long hair. "Awe, you did." You giggled, Bucky rolling his eyes at you. "You're gonna burn the food."

Bucky looked over his shoulder when the front door opened, Sam walking in. "Oh, fuck me." He groaned, turning so Sam couldn't see the strain in his briefs you caused from such a small amount of touch. "What are you two up to?"

"Dinner- stop barging in." Bucky snapped, eyes following his friend as he walked towards the fridge. "Yeah, not gonna happen. Steve is still whining about Peggy." Sam said the name in a mocking tone, holding a beer out towards Bucky. "I'm in my underwear and I'm not your personal bottle opener."

Raising his eyebrows, Sam nodded his head towards the bottle in his hand. Bucky taking it to pop the lid off with his silvery hand.

"Didn't they end it like- a month ago?" You asked, not looking from the pan on the stove. "Mhm, I don't think it will ever stop."

"Give him time, heartbreak isn't easy." You shrugged, a chuckle coming from both Sam and Bucky. "Someone break your heart? Please, cherry, they'd be stupid." Bucky mused, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"That's sweet, but everyone gets their heartbroken at some point." You pointed the spatula at him and he out his hands up in defense. "Ok, ok. Don't spank me." He laughed, the playful look in his eyes making you smile.

"Don't tempt me, I will."

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[wildernessuntothemselves]

If you guys won't send me hybrid txt idea then I'll just make up my own I'm a strong independent writer

Warnings: sub!idol, dom!reader, hybrid!au, tyunnie in heat, power dynamics in the hybrid world.

Another unedited piece of shit

You hadn't expected to ever see the proud, aloof roommate like this. He'd always made it a point to prove that despite him being what is generally considered a weak hybrid, squirrel, that he can more than stand up to even the apex predators. Or so he liked to think.

So to see him now, the man who you had a long running beef with as he refused to treat you with the respect you deserve as his natural predator, writhing on the floor, his scent stiffling the air as he cries and whimpers, is vindictive.

You walk closer to him and get down on the floor. "What's wrong, honey?" You ask sickly sweet.

"C--cum..." He lifts his head off the floor, his hand shooting out to grab onto your arm. You can see the tears and drool messing up his normally cold face. "Need to cum."

You shake his hand off, your warm expression not lasting long. "So? Jerk off."

"I can't... I don't know..."

"You don't know how to jerk off? Has the heat melted your brain that badly?"

"Please... help me." He turns on his back, exposing himself to you, his shorts shoved a little down his thighs to let his cock free. He was much bigger than you expected. Really, he was bigger than any you've ever had, the length of it swollen and red and leaking.

"'I'm not touching your dirty dick."

"Do something." He cries and you sigh, reaching out a hand to rub on his nipple. As soon as you touch him, his hips jerk up in response and you snort. "So much for all the hard work you did not to look weak and pathetic."

The slightest sound of protest builds in the back of his throat before it's quickly snuffed out when you roll his nipple with your fingers.

You grab his hand and guide it to his dick. "Touch yourself. I'm not gonna do all the work."

He does the most pathetic attempt at masturbation, but you don't care, from the sounds he's making he could very well cum from just his nipples. So your other hand joins the first in tweaking and playing with them, pulling the most lewd sounds out of the hybrid's throat.

"God, you sound like a whore." The words barely leave your mouth before his body is jerking under you with an orgasm. "Yeah, you like that? Like getting called a whore?"

Taehyun whines, even louder than he was before, and you think he's protesting your words, but then he speaks up. "Wanna cum... make me cum."

Huh? You look down at his dick to see it slick with only precum. Guess he must've had a dry orgasm.

"Well if you had touched your stupid cock properly, you would've cum." You remove your hands from his body and go to get up. "You've wasted enough of my time."

But as you move, he flings his arms around you, sobbing. "Please, don't leave."

You shove him away. "Don't fucking touch me."

He cowers under your growl and you smirk. "See? You're just a cowardly little rodent after all."

He looks down and his fingers clench onto his short but he says nothing. Feeling confident by his lack of retort, you put your arms on him, turning his body around so his back is to you. Grabbing his hands, you pin them to the floor in front of his hips.

"Keep those there." You order, and he complies. "What an obedient boy."

You push his hips forward and place his cock between his arms, closing them around it so any movement of his hips rubs his dick between them.

"Come on then. Fuck yourself on your arms." You give his ass a smack before your fingers find his nipples again, tugging and rubbing them, encouraging the movement of his hips. "Good boy. I love you like this, my little whore."

"I'm... gonna c-cum." He chokes, throwing his head back and bucking frantically into his arms.

You can't resist when he's presenting himself like this to you. Your mouth latches onto his neck, biting and sucking on that spot you know drives hybrids crazy, leaving your mark on his so everyone will see who claimed him.

It's not a sign of affection. It was just another way for you to bring the prideful hybrid down, to drive home that he's your little bitch.

Still, he can't resist the pleasure the action gives him, and he cums with a cry, his seed covering the floor and his hands as he explodes.

"There you go, pet." You sneer, patting his head condescendingly and go to get up once again. You're about to walk to your room when you hear his voice.

"Fuck me."

You spin on your heel to face him and see him looking up at you with the most pathetic eyes you've ever seen.

"Please fuck me."

You march towards him, grabbing him by tbe hair and jerking his head back. "You're punching way above your weight, little rat."

He winces at the degradatory name but doesn't back down. "I'll let you do whatever you want to me." He offers, turning his head to the side to kiss your wrist. "Just need you, please."

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Anyway you can still send hybrid/yandere ideas or whatever