#summerofsnowflakesfics

[summerofsnowflakes]

His Angel, His Sweetheart

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader / Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Steve x Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: You and Steve 'break up' after a nasty fight in front of his guys and you have the perfect idea to make him jealous.

Warnings: This fic contains smut, 18+ MDI, threesome, overstimulation, spanking, fingering, oral (M and F receiving) Pet names, sub/dom dynamics.

A/N: This is purely just porn with a tiny bit of plot and I'm not sorry about it.

Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics

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Your heart was beating out of your chest as your knuckles wrapped against Bucky’s office door. Anticipation thumped through your body, you could hear the low hum of your own anxiety buzzing above your head. 

You knew this was a terrible idea, you shouldn’t be doing this. You were signing your own death certificate. You wish you’d realised an hour ago when the idea popped into your head.

But it was too late to back down, you had to push through the nerves. Steve was a complete asshole, he’d treated you like trash, shouting at you in front of his men. 

He needed to be taught a lesson, even if you would end up worse off from it. 

Bucky smiled up at you as you treaded carefully into his office. “Hiya Doll face, what can I do for you?” 

You breathed out shakily, strutting over to his desk.You smiled proudly when Bucky’s eyes flickered from your face to your hips, entranced by the way you wiggled your hips from left to right.  

You placed your hands on the edge of his wooden desk, fingertips curing round the stained, pushing your low cut top into his eyeline.

“I need your help with something, Buck.” You sang sweetly.  

He cleared his throat painfully, leaning back in his chair to create some distance between your bodies. He adjusted his pants, not hiding the growing tent in his suit trousers. 

“And what’s that, Sweetheart?” He smirked.

“Well…you see…” Your teeth chattered as you forced the words past your lips.

“StevieandIbrokeupandIwaswonderingifyoucouldhelpmemakehimjealous?” The words tumbled out so quickly that you Bucky barely had a chance to register what you’d asked of him. 

He studied you, pulling apart the squashed jumble of words and piecing together their meaning. You watched as realisation washed over his features, “you want me to do what?” 

“Help me make Steve jealous.” You stated more clearly. Shock turned into amusement, a cackle escaped his lips as he shook his head incredulously but remained silent.

“You’re the boss and his best friend and it would really get him back for the way he spoke to me this morning.” You continued, pacing back and forth frantically in front of his desk. 

“You tryna get us both killed, Sweetheart?” he scoffed, “I may be the boss, but Steve’s the muscle in this operation.” 

“Pleeease.” You whined, rushing around his desk and grabbing his hand in yours. You ran your soft fingers over the back of his hand, toying with the silver rings that sat comfortably on his fingers. 

“He really hurt my feelings this morning, it’s only fair I get to hurt him back.” You pouted, fluttering your eyelashes at him innocently. “I need you, Buck.”

Bucky sighed, dropping his head in defeat and mumbled a soft agreement. You let out an excited squeal, jumping into his lap, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. 

“You’re the best, thank you!” You cheered, kissing his cheek lightly. “I’ll see you at the kickback later?” You asked, you face centimetres from his. 

“Yeah I’ll see you there.” He smirked, placing his hands on your hips, helping you out of his lap.

Bucky waited for you outside the club, his cold stare burned through the tinted windows you hid behind. You were late, very late. 

He opened the door for you, thanking Frank your driver and helped you out of your seat. “You’re late, Sweetheart.” There was a soft seething in his voice, no one kept Bucky Barnes waiting. Ever.

The heel of your shoe caught in a crack on the sidewalk and your leg gave out, clumsily falling out of the car and into Bucky’s arms. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, large fingertips splayed over your body in the most delicious way. 

Your breath caught in your throat as you peered up into his smirking eyes,  “careful, can’t have you hurting yourself before the night’s even started.”

You mumbled a sheeping thank you, as he led you through the doors and into the darkness. 

Everything in your body screamed for you to slip out of Bucky’s grip, to run back to the door and get Frank to take you home. Until you see Steve laughing and joking, surrounded by the regular women that hung around. 

Your blood boiled in your veins, you knew what they wanted. They were always ready to pounce on him the minute you were out of sight, tonight he looked like he was entertaining the idea of them too. 

You made eye contact with him over the smoky air and your heart gave out for a short lived second. 

Bucky’s fingertips rubbed soft circles over your waist as everyone came up to pay their respects to the boss. It was a grounding moment, the push you needed to work through the guilt and anxiety. 

You offered Steve a menacing, albeit fake smile, cocking your head sideways playfully. 

You lent further into Bucky’s  body, reaching up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his cheek, your eyes never leaving Steve’s furious gaze as you soft lips ran across scratchy stubble. 

“Think it might be working, Buck.” Your lips lingered over the shell of his as you shot a wink in Steve’s direction and walked off. 

“Yeah, I can feel the hole he’s burning into the back of my head, Sweetheart.” He chuckled. 

You reached the VIP section of the club and were welcomed by Bucky’s men with their usual standard of hospitality. 

Bucky took a seat at the highest point of the section, the highest point of the club, bar his office. He was the king looking down on the land he ruled, his subjects danced the night night away as the heavy baselines thumped through connecting bodies. 

It was the ultimate power trip. 

The closest you’d ever gotten to that seat was with Steve, you sat beside Bucky in the seats placed just below his. You knew your place in the club usually, tonight you were a fish out of water. 

You looked around the VIP section, like a lost little girl and moved to sit in your usual seat. 

Bucky cleared his throat, capturing your attention once more and patted his knee, signalling for you to sit down with him tonight. 

Nerves tingled in the pit of your stomach as you grinned at him. He was taking his role so seriously, it was good to have someone on your team. 

You climbed into his lap, settling your back against his warm chest, he wrapped one arm around your waist. Metal fingertips grazing over your bare shoulders softly, awakening a trail of goosebumps along your exposed skin. 

Steve couldn’t look away, he watched from below at your little scene of payback he was forced to look at. Fire burnt in his blue eyes the glass in his hand shattered under his iron grip. 

You heard the sound of fractured glass falling to the floor and you knew it was Steve, but it was too dark to see it happening. 

You fidgeted in Bucky’s lap, squirming at the thought of Steve's anger boiling over. The only thing keeping you calm was Bucky’s fingertips toying with your skin lightly.  

Through the flashing lights and clearing smoke, Bucky met Steve’s gaze over your shoulder and smiled at him. 

You couldn’t sit still, no matter how hard you tried, it was becoming hard for Bucky to concentrate. His hands gripped your waist, stopping your movements entirely as his arousal grew harder to control. 

He lent into you, lips grazing your ear, his hot tongue licking along your earlobe. “You're killing me, Sweetheart.” He growled in your ear. “You need to stop fidgeting or I’ll rip that dress off of you right now and fuck you here in front of Steve and everyone in the club.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan slipped past your lips, only loud enough that he could hear. You circled your hips against his bruising grip. 

“I’m sorry Buck.” You whimpered, “feels really good.”

Confidence surged through you, you knew Steve could see you, but you were getting lost in Bucky. You grabbed his hand and led it up your skirt. 

His breathing picked up when he realised you were wearing any panties, his fingers gliding through your soaking folds. You couldn’t hold back the broken whine that ripped through your chest as his fingers teased your clit. 

“You enjoying the thought of me ruining you right here, Sweetheart?” He smirked, lips moving against your neck. 

You nodded frantically, as the tip of his finger teased your entrance. Your head fell back onto his shoulder as you pushed your ass back on his hardening length. 

You heard him before you saw him, the thundering of his footsteps against the sticky floors. A cloud of rage shrouded the VIP section as he ripped the rope and stormed up the stairs. 

“Upstairs, now! Both of you.” He roared, his face flushed with deep seeded anger, a fury in his eyes you’d never seen before. 

He didn’t look at Bucky, his eyes stared straight at you and you walked up into Bucky’s office, a sheepish tale between your legs.

Fear rippled through your body, you weren’t sure what to expect. You and Steve had always been volatile, constantly arguing, breaking up over silly, insignificant things. But truthfully, you wouldn’t trade it for the world, no one ever made you feel the way he did. 

Bucky walked into the room first, patiently wandered over to his desk and sat down. You walked in next, head hanging low, you refused to look at either of them now. 

Steve walked in behind you, closing the dock behind him, the click of the lock, made your body jump nervously. 

Steve pressed his body against you, your breath faltered in your chest as you felt his hot breath move over your neck. “Bend over the desk facing Bucky, Angel.” He ordered quietly in your ear, “and pull up that pathetic excuse of dress.” 

You followed his instructions and bent over the desk, you peered up at Bucky looking into his cold eyes for any sign that he would help you. You found nothing but amusement there, he was enjoying seeing you like this. 

You were on your own and you felt humiliated for ever considering going to Bucky for help. 

You released a shaky breath and pulled the silky fabric over your ass, exposing your bare pussy to Steve’s vexed gaze. 

He walked up behind you, pressing himself against you, pushing his cock into you. It was gone before you had the chance to push back on it.

Steve dropped to his knees, kneading the globes of your ass, spreading them apart and watching your slick spill from your slit and down your legs. 

“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured. “You wanna tell me who made you this wet, angel?” He demanded, his fingers digging into your cheeks roughly. 

You stared up at Bucky frantically with parted lips, waiting for him to jump in and claim it was all down to him. He did no such thing, instead he quirked his eyebrow at you, waiting for your response.  

Steve’s hand cracked down your asscheek harshly, the sound echoed through the room. You whimpered at the sting, head dropping against the desk in defeat. 

“I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” He slapped the same cheek again, with the same force. “I’ll ask again, who made you this wet?” 

You shook your head frantically, lips not daring to open and stinging shockwaves washed through your body.  

Steve laughed menacingly, unleashing another slap on the same cheek and this time you cried out painfully. 

“Interesting, you were so vocal when you were begging Bucky to agree to your little plan to make me jealous. So where’s that voice gone now, Angel?” He sneered, the life drained from your as you met Bucky’s smirking gaze. 

You hadn’t banked on Bucky double crossing you, you hadn’t considered the strength of their friendship. That was a colossal mistake. 

“I have to say it worked out very well for everyone, all things considered.” Steve continued. “Even though I knew what was going on, it still took everything in me to not walk over to you sooner and shoot you both in the skulls.” 

You whimpered at his words as he clapped his hand down on you, tears stung the corners of your eyes. You rested your head against the desk,  defeat flooded through you. You’d lost this little game, you had to take your punishment and pray Steve didn’t kill you at the end of all of this. 

“I’m gonna ask you one more time Angel and I want an answer. Who made you this wet?” Steve's voice grew more stern, his patience wearing paper thin. 

“You and Bucky.” You whispered into the wood, shame creeped up your neck. You prayed you said it loud enough that you wouldn’t have to say it again.  

Steve’s hand slipped between your thighs, taking your clit between his thumb and index finger and rolled it gently. “See that wasn’t so hard was it?” 

You moaned as he worked your clit slowly, building up the pleasure knotting in your stomach, the pain spread of your ass completely forgotten. 

“I have to say Angel, I am impressed by your nerve, but if you wanted to be fucked by Bucky, all you had to do was ask.” He huffed, tapping your clit with his finger, his soft tabs against the bundle of nerves grew harder until you were crying out for him. 

Steve’s name echoed around the room just as you teetered on the edge of pleasure. Without warning, he removed his hand from you completely.

He left you like that for two achingly long moments, as you cried softly, begging him to let you cum. 

He leant in close, blowing cold air over your sensitive clit, flicking it with finger every so often. Everything was dialled up to hundred, you felt his every move on your body so much more intensely than usual. 

“But instead, you had to come up with some elaborate plan that was only going to ensure you got punished.” He growled, slapping your ass again. 

As your body jerked forwards from the impact, Steve’s tongue was out and ready to capture your clit, he swirled his tongue around it.

“Steve, please…” You sobbed desperately, your body jerked uncontrollably. “I’m sorry.” 

“She finally speaks.” He muttered against your thigh. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time, Angel.” 

He repeated his last movement on your body again, but this time when your body moved forwards his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it harshly. Your body shook with pleasure, your thighs threatened to give out under you. 

The cord threatened to snap in your stomach as you mumbled and cried out your apology over and over again. 

“Hold it.” Steve demanded against your clit, the vibrations nearly took you over the edge, but somehow you held it. You were determined not to make him more angry. 

Steve’s hand connected with your ass cheek and this time when you pushed your clit to his lips, he grazed his teeth over the pearl. 

Your body convulsed above him, you couldn’t hold it back any longer, but you had to. You were so close to pure bliss, but you held yourself together by a very thin piece of fraying thread. 

Bucky’s hand gripped your chin, forcing your vision up to him, metal fingertips wrapping around your neck and squeezing the air from your lungs. 

His other hand fisted his thick cock quickly, you could tell by the pained expression on his face, the stuttering of his breath that he was as close as you were. 

“Be a good girl and hold it just a little bit longer.” He breathed through gritted teeth. Steve’s teeth grazed your clit again as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them up into your soft spongy spot. 

“Please, please please.” You whimpered through strained breaths as Bucky’s fingers tightened around your neck.

“Go ahead, Sweetheart, make Steve’s face all wet.” Bucky moaned as he fell back in his chair, his seed spilling from  his cock all over his hand and his white shirt. 

Steve’s fingers dragged along your walls quickly, hitting all the right spots while his tongue flicked your clit in his mouth. You came with a loud scream, one that overpowered the sound of the music outside the office. 

It was the most intense high you’d ever experienced. Steve’s fingers and mouth worked you through it all, his hand and face soaked in your juices. 

Steve gripped the back of your neck, pulling you up from the table, tight against his back. Your head spun lightly, you felt your mind and body floating apart under the strength of pain and pleasure Steve had caused you. 

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you act like such a good girl, usually you never listen to me.” Steve kissed along your neck, his fingers pulling the top of your dress down over your breasts. 

“You trying to show off because Bucky’s watching you, want him to think you can be a good girl for him when you’re naughty for me?”

“No, I want to be good for you, Steve.” You mewled, reaching between your bodies and gripped his length through his pants. 

“Oh Angel, I think we’re way past that now.” Steve chuckled, “sit on the desk, legs spread, facing Bucky.” 

You followed his orders to a clumsy degree, climbing onto the table. Bucky’s face had changed completely, he offered you an adoring smile, licking his lips hungrily at the meal presented before him. 

He looked up at Steve, hands crawling up your open legs, pulling you closer to him. “Once I start, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop.” 

“Who said you had to stop?” Steve smirked down at his best friend. “Fun’s just beginning, Buck.” 

Bucky’s eyes travelled from Steve’s to yours, checking for any signs you wanted to stop. “You sure about this, Sweetheart?” 

“Certain.” You nodded, fingertips lacing through his long, brown locks and pulled his face down to your core. You moaned brokenly as his tongue explored your sensitive walls, as he breathed you in. 

His tongue dipped between your folds and into your entrance, slowly fucking you with his tongue slowly, his hands travelling up your body to cup your breasts.

Bucky lapped up the juices left from the orgasm Steve had brought down on you. He watched Steve roll your nipples between his fingers, tugging and pinching at your sensitive skin. 

“It’s okay Buck, she likes it rough.” Steve chuckled as he slapped one of your breasts. You mewled and rolled your hips into Bucky’s face. 

Bucky’s fingers toyed with your clit, smiling proudly as you bucked your hips wildly each time his fingers brushed past it. He continued his assault on your pussy, guiding your hips with his vibranium hand back and forth on his tongue and he delved deeper into you. 

Steve gripped you by the neck as your breathing became more laboured with each time his tongue dipped inside you. “Don’t be rude, Angel, you gotta let Bucky know he’s doing a good job.” 

You whimpered and writhed at Steve’s words, you looked down at Bucky through wet eyes. “Buck your tongue feels amazing.” You breathed, picking up the pace of your hips, grinding down further on his tongue. 

“Not as good as you feel sucking my tongue in greedily.” Bucky grunted against your core as his fingers rubbed a figure of eight into your clit. 

You didn’t get the chance to ask for permission, you were already falling apart by the time you could think a  coherent thought. You soaked Bucky’s chin more than you had to Steve. A drawn out cry ripped from your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered over and over, falling back against Steve's rock solid chest. 

“It’s okay Angel, I think we can let that one slide.” Steve whispered in your ear, as Bucky stood and pulled his hard cock from his pants once again . “You’re doing so well for us, can’t wait to fuck your throat.” 

“Love you Steve.” You muttered quietly, focusing your gaze on Bucky, the sight of his cock bobbing as he inched towards you had you clenching around nothing. 

He gripped the backs of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the desk and lined himself up with your entrance. 

You whined as he pushed inside you, the stretch was delicious and dizzying.   “Fuck that’s even better than I ever dreamed it would be.” He grunted, bottoming out. 

“Bucky.” You whimpered, head lulling tiredly as he allowed you the reprieve of getting used to his size. 

“Can see why he keeps getting back with you, Sweetheart. The way you're squeezing round me is just too good to give up.” He moaned, pulling out leaving you completely empty. His tip hovered over your entrance until you lifted your hips and pushed yourself down on his dick. 

You both groaned at the feeling, Bucky watched as you swallowed him whole and started to drive his hips in and out of you. 

You reached behind you, moving Steve’s hand from his cock and replacing it with your own, pumping in time with Bucky’s thrusts. All three of you were experiencing a different form of heaven, no one wanted the pleasure to end. 

Steve rutted his hips into your hand, desperate to quicken the movements as he chased his high. 

Bucky’s hand raked down your body, grabbing at you roughly, doing as Steve had done earlier, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. 

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He growled as he felt your walls contract around him. “You gonna be mine too? Let me have this tight little pussy whenever I want?” 

“Only if Steve says it’s okay.” You groaned, as your hips met his thrusts.

Both men laughed at your answer, Steve placed a soft kiss to the top of your head, whilst Bucky’s fingers threatened to play with your oversensitive clit once again. 

“I can get on board with that.” Steve moaned, “Lay down Angel, I want your mouth.” 

You laid back, head hanging off the side of the desk, mouth in line with his cock as he pushed it passed your willing lips. 

They worked in tandem with one another, when Steve thrusted in, Bucky pulled out. Setting a relentless pace on your holes, both eagerly chasing their own highs as they used you for their own pleasure. 

Bucky lifted you leg over his shoulder, thrusting into you at a deeper angle that had you crying around Steve’s cock. The vibrations on your moans pushed him over the edge and he shot his seed deep down your throat. 

Bucky’s hips began to falter as he neared his high. Steve pulled himself from your mouth and reached over your body to press down on your clit. 

Your third and final orgasm exploded inside you, white hot pleasure coursed through your veins as you clenched around Bucky’s cock and forced his own orgasm. You finished with a pained cry and fell limp, as he fell back against his chair tiredly.  

Steve tenderly picked you up from the table and carried you over to the sofa in the corner of the room. You curled up into his side as the intensity of your orgasms died down and fatigue took over. 

“Relax Angel, I’ll be right here while you wake up.” He spoke softly as you floated back down to earth against the beat of the music downstairs. 

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[summerofsnowflakes]

With All My Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: You come home to find your apartment completely trashed. Fearing the worst has happened you search for Bucky only to find in the middle of an episode.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, an episode, lots of fluff

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You fumbled with your keys, turning them in the lock whilst balancing your bag of groceries against the wall.  

You heard the plastic ripping underneath you, sighed defeatedly as your food spilled onto the floor, a lone apple slipping between the gap in your door. 

The bag hung lifelessly in your empty hands. You stared down at the floor, your groceries surrounding your feet, mocking you. 

“Bucky I’m home.” You called through the door as you gathered everything in your hands clumsily. You kicked the door open with your foot, moving into the apartment as you checked the hallway for any missing items. 

You looked up from the floor, your jaw dropping, the food fell to the floor once more. 

A bomb had hit your living room, dust had settled over the debris. Everything from the pillow cushions to the bookcase has been trashed. 

Fabrics torn, tables overturned, knick knacks broken. Your cracked TV screen flickered harshly behind you. 

The initial shock subsided, moving further past the threshold to examine the damage more carefully. Your food was long forgotten. The second wave hit twice as hard. 

Where was Bucky? 

He was nowhere in sight, there was no sign of life where you stood or in the kitchen. Panic set it, you called out his name again, desperation seeping into your throat and choking you. 

Had someone taken him? It certainly looked as though a fight had taken place in your apartment. 

Your blood pulsed through your body loudly as you crept towards the bedroom and the third and final shockwave hit you. 

It was pristine. Better than it had when you left for work this morning, Bucky had been sprawled out in the bed, the duvet scrunched around his large frame. 

You could bounce a coin off the bedspread now, everything was in the correct place. From across the room, through the closed bathroom door you heard the shower running. 

A new wave of hope rushed through you and you sprinted across the room, bursting through the door. 

Relief flooded your entire body as you laid on Bucky, huddled up on the floor of the tub, fully clothed as the rainfall soaked into his skin.

You crouched down beside him as you slowly pieced the story together as best as you could. 

There’d been no signs of forced entry to the apartment, there were none. You suspected it may have been Bucky that ruined the furniture, now you just had to pull him from the depths of his own hellscape.   

You carefully placed your hands on the bathtub, uttering his name delicately. He looked at you for the first time, fear and anguish pouring from his eyes. He barely recognised you, his body trembled fearfully, his head dropped to his knees.  

“Is everything okay?” You spoke softly, your fingers itched to reach out and touch him, but you held back. You could tell this had been a bad episode, you weren’t willing to push past his comfort zone, whatever that may be. 

Bucky gazed over at you again, his blue eyes stained with irritated pink, teardrops on his cheeks mingled with the rain that poured down over him. 

Shaking his head, a sob wracked through his chest. He dropped his head on your relaxed hands, his long wet hair dampening your hands. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” 

Another sob bounced off the tiled walls. You followed his lead, knowing it was safe to comfort him, you leaned in, placing a kiss to his head. 

“It’s okay if you can’t, I’m just here to help you.” You murmured encouragely. A shaky breath escaped his lips, it was barely audible over the heavy flow of the shower. 

“I was back in the chamber they used to t-t-torture me.” He hiccuped, “t-the one where they bought him out of his c-cage. Only this time he managed to break free from the chains.”  

“You did break free Bucky, you did that. You’re not there anymore, you’re home and you’re safe with me.” 

He peered up at you, as though you’d uttered the most profound statement in the world. His features softened slightly, he was coming back to you. 

“I wrecked their lab, but it wasn’t their lab.” He continued, fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. “It was our home. I ruined our home. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to stare into your eyes, where you saw the shame. “Bucky it’s okay, you were defending yourself. You did nothing wrong.” 

“But I ruined everything.” He bowed, overwhelmed with shame and sadness.  

“I wasn’t really a fan of that sofa anyway.” You simpered, pulling a soft broken laugh from him. You buried your head into his neck, fingertips caressing his scalp, the shower now claiming you too.  

“I’m sorry.” 

“You have nothing to apologise for. I don’t care about the apartment. I’m just happy you’re here. I was terrified you were gone.” 

“Thank you.” Bucky wrapped his arms around your shoulders, his soaked red henley clinging to your skin. His hot breath evened out over your neck, he felt safe.

“Shall we get you washed up?” You suggested, he nodded and slowly stood up before you. 

Standing in the shower fully clothed too, you carefully took off his clothes. He was always a bit more shy after an episode so you knew this would help him. Once he was bare before you, you followed suit. 

You wrapped your arms around his wide torso, running your fingers up and down his back soothingly, peppering kisses along his scared chest. Slowly his muscles relaxed against you, he grounded himself by holding onto your hips. Love poured between your bodies. 

You grabbed the shower gel from the side and poured some into your hand. You rubbed the soap over his skin, lathering it up, applying pressure to his taut muscles. 

His eyes fluttered shut, a delicate sigh fell from his lips. You smiled up at him, taking the shower head in your hand and washed away the soap. 

“Can you turn around for me so I can wash your hair?” You asked, grabbing the shampoo and conditioner. 

You stood on your tiptoes, but you were still too short to reach the top of his head. “I’m sorry Buck, can you bend down for me. I can’t quite reach.” You muttered bashfully. 

It surprised you when he plonked down on the floor of the tub. “This okay?” 

You chuckled softly, he was now the perfect height for you. You hummed softly, massaging the shampoo into his roots and washing away all the suds. Then repeating the same process with the conditioner. 

Once you were done, you turned the shower off and grabbed two towels from the wrack. 

“Wait here and I’ll get you some clothes.” You smiled at him, placed a kiss on his cheeks and slipped out of the steamed filled room.

You pulled out a fresh t-shirt and some grey sweatpants from his dresser and placed them on the bathroom sink. “Shall I order us some food?” 

He ran the towel over his body, wiping away all the droplets of water that covered his body. “Sounds good.” 

You threw on one his t-shirts and a pair of shorts, calling up Bucky’s favourite pizza joint from around the corner. 

Once that was done, you went to work. You flicked on the fairy lights and pulled the plaid fluffy blanket from the corner chair. Finally you pulled up one of your comfort films on the TV. 

You wandered out into the living room, scanning over the destruction and decided it was a job for tomorrow. Tonight the priority was Bucky. 

You sent Sam a text, explaining in short terms what had happened and that you were missing Tony’s party. 

You tapped your fist against the bathroom door, slipping through the gap. He sat on the toilet, staring off ahead at the grout between the tiles. 

He’d managed to get partially dressed, his t-shirt remained draped over the sink. 

“How you feeling?” You pulled his hand into yours, running your thumb over his warm palm. 

“Bit better.”

“You wanna watch a movie?” You asked, he nodded softly, his damp locks swayed softly. 

You guided him out of the bathroom, hearing the soft gasp fall from his lips at the scene you’d set. “Thank you.”  He wrapped you in his arms immediately, kissing your hairline. 

“Of course, I know we’re still working on finding your favourite movie, so I’ve put on Dirty Dancing because it’s mine.” The bell rang downstairs, you broke away from the cuddle, smiling up at him. “Go get comfy, I’ll get our food.” 

You returned moments later with two pizza boxes and a small one filled with garlic bread. 

Your heart fluttered at the sight of Bucky tucked into his side of the bed, the fluffy blanket draped over his shoulders. He looked so small, but a loom of contentment floated over his body. 

“Food delivery for my favourite guy.” You sang, careful not to startle him and set the food down on your bed spread.  

You crawled onto the bed, settling in beside him and pressing play on the movie. You dug into your food, but Bucky remained still, eyes flickering from the food to you. 

Another beat passed, before Bucky broke his timid silence. “Can we cuddle while we eat?”

“Get over here, Barnes.” You could barely contain your grin as you set down your slice. He crawled over to you, settling between your open legs, resting his back against your chest. 

A comfortable silence settled over you like the fuzzy blanket Bucky had resting over his legs. He passed you slices of pizza and with your free hand you played with the hair on the nape of his neck. 

“The party!” Bucky shouted out of nowhere, startling you. 

“What?” You offered him a confused look, even though he had no way of seeing it. 

“Tony’s party, we’re meant to be there right now.” A new type of panic settled in the tone of his voice, he knew attendance was mandatory and they weren’t there. 

“I texted Sam an hour ago saying we couldn’t come.” You replied, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I’m sorry.” He grumbled. 

“Hey, Bucky, look at me.” He turned his head, his regretful blue eyes met your reassurance.  “You have nothing to apologise for, pizza over canapes any day. I’d rather spend my night right here with you.”

His lips parted, wonderful etched into his features. “You really are amazing, you know that?” 

“No Bucky, you are.” 

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[summerofsnowflakes]

Our Last Summer 

Pairing: DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: This contains smut, 18+ MDI, inappropriate relationship, age gap (reader is in her 20s / Ari in his 40s but not specified), pet names.

Summary: You get the opportunity of a lifetime and you have to take it, even if it means leaving Ari behind.

A/n: This was so fun, I loved it! This is my entry for @cockslut-padaleckiFeeling Lucky challenge. Congrats lovely, you really deserve all your followers!!

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphicsraphics

Masterlist

The call came through at 3:35pm on a Thursday. You’d gotten your dream job in Boston and in three weeks you’d kick your small town to the curb and head for the city. 

You’d be gone. 

Saying goodbye to the town where nothing ever happened would be easy, but saying goodbye to Ari almost made you want to stay. 

Your parents told him that night at dinner, he was their friend after all, it wasn’t your news to tell. Truthfully, he already knew he was saying goodbye to you months ago, when you’d first applied for the job. 

He had to let you go, to leave him behind to live your life. 

He didn’t let the pain of losing you enter his mind or show on his face as the news reached his ears. Instead he offered you a proud grin, raking his fingers through his mousy hair. 

The dinner is bittersweet, a million emotions passed between longing eyes as you played footsie. Your parent’s ignorant to the affair happening under their table. 

Your dad had too many drinks, overwhelmed by the news that his daughter was leaving the town he’d never managed to escape. 

Ari helped him to bed as he sang about how lucky he was to have a clever daughter. You mum followed behind, asking you to see Ari out. You always did. 

Ari’s feet were heavy against the staircase as he descended back down to you. You peered up from your phone, smiling gingerly at him. 

“Let’s go for a ride.” He uttered, holding his hand out to you and pulling you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, breathing slowly as his fingertips ran down your spine soothingly. 

Neither of you spoke as he drove along the open roads, dust kicking up in your wake. His calloused fingertips traced soft shapes into your thigh, toying with the hem of your purple sundress. 

He turned off the road onto a familiar path, pulling up to the Sweet Lake fields. You’d spent so much time out here together, talking and laughing as you curled up on a blanket, basking in the moonlight, the post sex glow buzzed between you. 

Ari had taken you apart and pieced you back together in these fields countless times. The tall grass whispered his name in the wind, memorised by the sounds that left your lips. 

Your lips trembled as you looked out at your favourite spot, silent tears slipped from your eyes.

Ari unclipped your seatbelt, pulling you into his lap. He cradled you in his arms as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. 

He whispered sweet promises in your ear until you stopped crying. “I’m so proud of you, Sugar. You’re about to start your life properly.” 

You peered up into his sparkling ocean blue eyes, a proud smile resting on his plump lips. “I’d stay if you asked me to.” 

His fingers caressed your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears left on your cheeks. “Not gonna happen, Sugar.” 

“Don’t you want me?” Your lips trembled again.

He offered you a lopsided grin, shaking his head at you. “No sweet girl, I want you more than anything.” He pressed his lips to yours, the brandy on his breath was bitterly intoxicating, his beard tickled your cheeks.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead to yours. “I could never ask you to stay, it’s too selfish. You have your whole life starting in three weeks, you need to live your life to the fullest and forget about me.” 

“Could never forget you.” You mumbled, toying with the buttons on his blue shirt. You pressed your soft lips to his cheek. You kissed down his bearded jaw and down his neck, teeth nipping at his skin. Slick gathered in your panties when he groaned softly. “You’ve ruined me.” 

“Is that so?” A deep chuckle reverberated in his chest, the vibrations transferred to you, sending shockwaves to your core. 

You hummed in response, shifting in his lap and straddling his thick thighs. You nimble fingers tugged buttons open, revealing his tanned chest and the coarse curls that covered his pecks. 

“What do you think you’re doing, Sugar?” He smiled lazily as you kissed down along his hairy chest. 

“Startin’ something.” You whispered, your hips dragged over his lap, brushing against the tent that had formed in his jeans. 

His hands steadied your hips, slowing your needy movements, releasing a ragged breath. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweet girl.” 

You pouted at him, batting your thick lashes in his direction and slowly circled your hips again. You were melting his heart and turning him wild, he was teetering on the edge, ready to give into you.  

You lent into him, lips trailing over his earlobe. “Ari, I need you. Please…” You begged delicately, knowing it would break him. “Please fill me up, need to make sure I never forget you.” 

His eyes fluttered shut, breathing harshly as he ran his hands up your body and over your shoulders, pushing the straps of your dress down. 

“Take me out, Sugar.” He grunted, desperation evident in his voice. You did as he asked, fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. His breathing grew heavier as you hand brushed over his length.  

He lifted his hips enough to pull his pants down and take his thick length in your hand. Your thumb ran over his tip, gathering the small beads of precum that had collected over his slit. 

You brought your thumb to your lips, swirling your tongue round as you kept your eyes on his. You moaned at the salty taste that spread over your lips, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Such a dirty little thing.” He hummed, wrapping his fingers around the base of your neck, reconnecting your lips. He ran his tongue along your lips and begged to slip it into your mouth. 

His fingers slipped between your body, teasing you all the way down to your panties. His fingers glided through your fold, gathering up your slick and imitating your actions. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. “Tastes like little drops of heaven.” He simpered. 

Ari took his length in his hand, jerking his cock before lining himself up with your entrance. “Take a seat, Sugar.” 

You both watched as you sank down on his cock, entranced by the sight of you swallowing him whole. You moaned as you took him inside you, inch by inch until you reached his hilt. 

You remained still, reeling over how full you were. Ari’s head fell back against the headrest and thrusted his hips upwards, pushing himself up even further into you, until you felt him in your stomach. 

“Fuck Ari.” You whimpered. 

“I know, Sugar.” He growled, as your walls contracted around him. 

You raked your nails down his chest and slowly lifted your hips up, dragging your velvety walls up and down the length of his cock. Your rhythm started slowly, but you needed more and so did he. 

Ari’s hands gripped your hips and helped you bounce on his cock at a brutal pace. You were a mess of moans and whines, your walls clenching him each time you slammed back down on him. 

He watched the way your breasts bounced as you chased that feeling only he could bring you. 

“Atta girl, keep using me to make yourself feel good.” He moaned, his head spun as he struggled not to take over and ruin you. He rolled your nipples between the pads of his fingers over the fabric of your dress. 

“Ari, ‘m close. Please.” You cried, unsure what you were begging for as you chased your high. 

“I got you, Sugar.” He muttered, nearing his own high. He pressed his fingers down on your clit and rubbed your pearl in rough circles. It was the final push, you cried his name as stars erupted behind your closed eyes. Ari followed you over  the edge, spurting ropes of his seed deep inside you. 

Harsh, wet breaths filled the muggy air in the car as you both came back down. Your eyes fluttered open, smiling at him lazily. 

“Think you’ll forget that, Sugar?” He smirked, fingers caressing your cheek. 

“Not sure, we might need to do that again, just to be certain.” 

“Such a dirty little thing.”

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[summerofsnowflakes]

“You're enjoying this, aren't you? You like when I'm jealous?”

Paring: Biker!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader / a tiny bit of Biker!Jake Jensen x Reader (because why not!)

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Mentions of smut, rough behaviour, swearing, pet names, jealousy, possessiveness.

A/N: I mean how could I not come up with a little drabble off this ask!! Thank you Ali for this wonderful prompt!!

Masterlist

Ari’s eyes grew darker throughout the course of the night, while he watched you throw yourself over the club’s newest member Jake. You were using Jake and that fact that he was green to your own advantage, driving Ari to the brink of insanity. 

You knew he wouldn’t batter a greenie in the first couple of weeks. Sure he could raise his voice if Jake stepped out of line, but throwing fists would only scare him off,  and in truth Jake was a valuable asset. 

However, watching you drape your legs over Jake’s like you usually do with him, made him want to damn all of his own rules. 

It was pure torture watching you not-so-innocently dance you fingers up and down his biceps. The way you threw your head backwards at every joke he made, offering him your best flirty laugh.

He had to look away, he willed himself to look away, but it was impossible, you were mesmerising. 

He so desperately wanted to throw you over his shoulder and take you upstairs to his bed and ensure that Jake knew who you belonged to. But he held himself back, he wasn’t in the mood for a scene and he could tell by the darkness laced into your flirty grin you were definitely in the mood to cause one.  

He watched as Jake gingerly muttered something to you, his cheeks flushed as headed off in the direction of the bathroom. 

Momentary relief washed over Ari now that you were alone, but it didn’t last. You whipped your head in direction, offering him a knowing smirk as you stood up and made your way over to him, swaying your hips hypnotically, only breaking his stare when sat down beside him, back resting against the bar. 

He remained silent, slowly sipping his whiskey through gritted teeth. His silence almost unsettled you, you knew that was his end game. He wanted to make you unsure of yourself, to make you apologise for having the same fun he was having. 

He wasn’t getting that. 

You cocked your head to the side, giggling menacingly at his stoic stature. “What’s wrong, Sugar?” 

“You know what.” He grunted, knocking back the remnants of his drink and slamming it against the bar. 

“No idea what you’re talking about.” You shot back, voice dripping in sarcasm. 

“Cut the shit, sweetheart. It ain’t cute.” 

“Whatever.” You muttered, growing bored of his attitude. He wasn’t going to give up with his sour mood and you weren’t going to let him drag you down with him.  

You pushed yourself off the chair, strutting off in the direction of the ladies’ room, you felt his presence hot on your tail. He wasn’t giving up on that easily. 

Ari cornered you, caging you between his body and the sticky walls that you were all too acquainted with. His calloused fingertips grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Making me jealous?’ He breathed, his hot breath fanned over your cheeks. The scent of whiskey lingered in the small gap between you, threatening to intoxicate your senses.  

“Well how else is a girl supposed to get your attention?” The corners of your lips turned up coyly, you fluttered your  eyelashes at him innocently.

“You’ve always got my attention, sweetheart.” His hand trailed down from your chin to rest at the base of your neck. 

“You might want to make that a little clearer to Angela then.” 

Ari chuckled darkly, “ahh so it’s not just me that’s being a jealous little birdy tonight.” 

“Screw you.” You snarled, placing your hand on his chest you pushed his weight away from you, but he was solid as rock. He didn’t move an inch.

“You did that last night and this morning.” He shot back arrogantly, a shit eating grin teasing his pink lips. You rolled your eyes, looking over his shoulder at the blank wall as you searched for your own comeback. 

When you remained silent, Ari knew he had the upper hand, so he continued toying with you. “He can't handle you, Sweetheart. Wouldn’t know what to do, how to make you scream. 

His hand trailed down your body slowly, fingertips grazing over your breasts and along your waist. “He can’t do the things I do to you. We both know that if you leave with him tomorrow, you’ll be back in my bed tomorrow begging me to finish what he couldn’t.” 

He leant in close, lips grazing every so slightly against your neck. His stubble tickling your supple skin as a shiver rippled through your body. 

“But… I’ll take you upstair right now and fuck you until you can’t remember his name, until you’re a whimpering mess. All you have to do is say the magic words.” He muttered, his hot breath heavy in your ear. Fingers toying with the hem of your skirt begging to climb higher up your thighs. 

You knew what he wanted, an apology and no matter how good he could make you feel, you were too stubborn to give in. 

He wasn’t winning this game. 

“Not tonight, Sugar.” You slipped out of his grasp,“I’ve got my sights set on someone else.” 

You turned on your heels, strutting back down the hallway. As you reached the corner you turned back once offering him a winning smile and playful wink. “Have fun with Angela though, I heard from Nick that she has a very toothy head game.” 

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[summerofsnowflakes]

He’s on his way…..

Pairing: Boyfriend's Dad!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: sexual themes and language, cheating, possessive Andy

A/N: @late-to-the-party-81 sent me this last week and I have literally not been able to stop looking at it since, also this was not meant to be this long! I also decided it would be a really good prequel to an Andy fic that I'm currently working on.

Masterlist

You were studying in your dorm with Jacob when your phone chimed. Your eyes flickered from your laptop to your phone seeing Andy’s name pop up with a new notification. 

On my way - A x 

It wasn't unusual for Andy to show up at the college to see you at such short notice. He’s never able to stay away for too long. 

But panic seeped in as you peered up from your phone over to your boyfriend. You had exactly forty five minutes from now to get rid of Jacob. 

You glanced around the room, noticing your eye mask sitting on your bedside table and began formulating your plan. 

“Jake, I think I’m done for the night. I can’t focus anymore.” The lie rolled off your tongue far too easily. 

“That’s cool, you wanna watch a movie instead?” 

“No!” You shouted, the panic took hold of your brain. He had to leave, otherwise the three of you would be having a very interesting and awkward conversation. “Sorry, I just mean I can feel a headache coming on. I just need to go to sleep, alone…” 

“Oh, alright.” The dejected tone in his voice struck a nerve inside you, you almost felt guilty.

“Why don’t you text the guys and go out?” 

“You sure?” The sadness was immediately replaced with a glimmer of hope. He tried to hide it with indifference, but you noticed and you knew you’d found the perfect way to get rid of him.  

“Yeah I’ve ruined our night,” You yawned, slowly stretching your arms above your head. You watched him hang off your every word, waiting for your permission.  “No sense in you going home and sitting alone.” You smiled.

He nodded and stood up to call one of his ‘friends’, barely able to contain his glee. 

This was the silent agreement the two of you shared. He got popularity by going out with you and unbeknownst to him, you got his dad. 

You waited seven whole minutes to get off the phone, and with each minute you felt yourself slipping closer to insanity. Your nerves shot to pieces, anxiously checking your phone every ten seconds for Andy was nearby. 

Relief flooded your body when Jacob finally returned with the news he was going to meet them now. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” He asked, a twinge of hope laced into his voice. 

“Yeah of course.” You pressed your lips to his softly and closed the door on him. 

Now the real fun could begin. 

You slipped into a black lacy set and pulled on a silky black robe; you’d picked it all up last week, in anticipation of Andy’s next visit.  

His special knock on your door came sooner than you’d expected, he must’ve driven dangerously fast to get here. 

Excitement bloomed in the pit of your stomach as you opened the door and met his blue eyes. 

Andy’s eyes raked down your body hungrily, his lip poking out between his lips. 

“Hi” you grinned, pulling the tie on your robe whilst he still lingered in the hallway and allowed it to pool at your feet. You stood there in nothing except your underwear, your frame was covered by his thick body for anyone that may be passing by at this time of night. 

Andy growled, launching at you like a predator pouncing on its prey. His hands cupped your cheeks, his lips captured yours roughly, his mouth moulding against yours. 

He kicked the door shut, pushing you further back into the room. The wood closed with a loud thump, the walls trembled with the same ferocity as your aching thighs. 

He was all over you, consuming every dying thought inside your mind. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his torso and carried you over to the bed. 

He placed you down carefully, climbing over you as he reconnected your lips. His hot mouth trailed down your neck, teeth grazing your skin light enough to leave no evidence that he’d ever been here. 

He hummed against you, “missed you sweetheart. Had a terrible day at work and need my favourite girl to cheer me up.” He muttered against you, his large hands roamed your body, fingers digging into your waist. 

“Just tell me what I can do.” You whimpered pushing your hips upwards into his, your fingers running through his brown locks. 

“Lay here and look beautiful while I taste that pretty little pussy.” He moved down your body, placing kisses down your body as he went. 

Just as his lips grazed over the lace covering your mound, there was a knock at the door. You head whipped in the direction of the door, but Andy wasn’t concerned in the slightest. He moved your panties to the side, dipping his tongue between your wet folds and a soft moan fell from your lips. 

Another knock came, this time accompanied by a voice that neither of you were expecting to hear. “Babe, I forgot my keys, can you open up so I can get them.” 

Andy looked up at you to see utter panic consuming your face, he kissed your thigh reassuringly and crawled off you, looking around the room for a place to hide. 

Despite the fear setting in your body, you managed to scramble a few thoughts together. You mouthed the word shower to him as you hurriedly threw on your sweatshirt from earlier, placing the eye mask on your forehead. 

“Babe?” Jacob called again from the other side of the door. 

“Sorry, I’m just changing.” 

“So, it’s nothing I’ve not seen before.” 

You cringed at Jacob’s words, your shoulders tensing as Andy let out a harsh scoff. You could feel his fists curl from the other room, the tension climbing higher as you opened the door. 

You looked up at him with half closed lids, desperately trying to appear as if the headache had already hit. “Where do you think you left them?”

“On the sofa I think?” 

He wandered over to the sofa, scanning the room as he moved. You held your breath, praying he could see Andy's shadow behind the curtain. 

His hands dug down the sides of your couch cushion as you held your breath nervously.

The jingle of his keys as he pulled them out of the sofa allowed the oxygen to return to your lungs. Relief washed over you, knowing he’d be gone soon. 

“Uh, feel better soon.” He mumbled as he wandered back over to the door. You placed a chaste kiss to his cheek and shut the door on him.

You rested against the door, heavy breaths wracked your body. You were an awful person, you knew it was the truth, but there wasn’t time to think on that too hard right now. 

Andy reappeared from the bathroom and walked over to you, crowding your space and taking up all the space in your brain. The guilt washed away as he  pressed you back against the door and pushed his hard length against your stomach. 

“where were we?” His hands dipped under the hem of your sweater, fingers teasing your skin. 

You smiled up at him, all thoughts of his son dispersed from your mind as his aftershave filled your senses. “I believe you were just about to have your dinner.” 

“Ah yes,” he groaned, dropping to his knees. His lips ghosted against your thighs “thanks for jogging my memory.” 

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[summerofsnowflakes]

Thunderstorms and Rainbows 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Mentions of insomnia, Bucky adjusting to the real world, hurt/comfort, but still lots of happiness

A/n: This is my entry into my wonderful friend DJ's @ramp-it-up I love you 3000 Writing Challenge! I'm so so happy for you, you really deserve it and I think you're absolutely killing it! I hope you like this...

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Without a doubt, Bucky’s biggest battle in adjusting to normal life was thunderstorms. 

You’d noticed a big improvement on so many other triggers since you’d moved in together, the nightmares came less often these days. You’d managed to get him comfortable enough to sleep in an actual bed. 

With you there to guide him, he had managed to find the calm in the eye of the hurricane. 

But there was something so scarily special about thunderstorms. The bright flashes lighting up the dark sky activated a deep fear, it brought things to the surface that he just wasn’t ready to deal with.  

The electric charges surged through his body, taking hold of his body like a prisoner. He felt the cold, reinforced metal wrap around his wrists, he was locked into the experimentation chair. 

He was strong enough to break free, but the punishment for falling out of line was somehow always worse than the toture. 

He detested the way the thunder clapped angrily over the building, like the impending thud of his torturers footsteps growing louder and louder. 

The heavens and earth were moving aggressively, surrounding him and changing. He had no control.

You once loved thunderstorms, you would wake up in the middle of the night just to watch the way it would like up the city so beautifully. Over time you’d grown to fear them just as much as Bucky did. 

You hated the way they affected him. It broke your heart to see him huddle into the darkest corner of the room, clawing at the walls to get away from all the windows. 

Over the past few months you’d been channelling your energy into making the whole ordeal easier. 

You tried singing to him, soothing him into a soft sleep until the thunder sang over you and drowned you out completely. 

 You started stocking up on any board game you could get your hands on when you were out in the city. And when the first flash of lightning shot through your apartment you were setting up something on the bed. 

 You’d been pretty close to keeping him distracted with scrabble, but monopoly had been a total bust. The game had dragged on for way too long, Bucky was on edge from the impending thunder and he had not enjoyed losing to you. If anything that had only made things worse. 

You’d given up on board games after that night, it was more of a hindrance, but at least you were well stocked for game night with the team. 

More recently, you’d been recounting some of your favourite memories, embellishing them with a little sparkle to make them more fun. It seemed to be working the best, so far. 

Tonight as the sky started to sing its tumultuous symphony, Bucky was completely alone in the apartment. 

His brain screamed at him, he couldn’t do this. He was spiralling and only a few seconds from running to his favourite hiding spot. 

He rolled onto his front shakily, stuffing his head under his pillows, pulling the duvet up to where his head should’ve been. He wanted, no needed, to block everything out for just a few seconds so he could work out what to do next. 

Despite his best efforts to drown out his biggest enemy, thunder still steam rolled through the bedroom, threatening to attack him. 

He longed to feel the warmth of your body against his, for you wrap your arms around him protectively and soothe him with the delicate tone of your voice. 

But with a heavy heart, he accepted that that wasn’t going to happen. No amount of wishing for it would bring you home, you were on a mission with Kate and Yelena. He had to deal with this one on his own. 

He poked his head out from under the pillow, watching the rain thrash against the window angrily, but there was no sign of the thunder and lightning. A thin layer of silence had settled over the bedroom, it wouldn’t last forever but he had his moment. 

He stretched his vibranium fingertips out beside him, hands grabbing for the fluffy teddy bear sleeping soundly on your side of the bed. 

Carefully, as though not to wake the storm from its temporary slumber, he flipped onto his back. He held your teddy to his nose, inhaling the mixture of sleep and perfume that lingered in its fluff. 

The scent slowed the erratic beat of his heart, his eyes fluttered shut dreamily, he missed you so much. The comfort was too short lived, another bright wave of light rippled through the city, its rumbling friend following behind closely.   

“I’m going to be okay.” He whispered to himself, his lips trembling softly. He clung to the teddy bear as if his life depended on it. They would get through this treacherous night together. 

His mind was clouded just like the sky outside, Bucky searched for images of you hidden in the mess. Thunder crashed against the window pane, shocking the thoughts right out of his mind. 

Despite the panic surging through his mind and letting out a slow breath, his lips quivered unevenly. He pulled the covers up over his head, just like he used to when he was scared as a kid. He rested the teddy bear on his shoulder, fingertips still clinging to the fluff. 

He thought back to the last story you’d been telling, he could never forget the day. It was his favourite memory. 

You had been wearing…

Lighting landed on the antenna of the building, striking the walls with a ferocious charge of light. The thunder hit before he had the chance to recover, shaking the red bricks, pounding against the foundations.  

Bucky felt his lungs collapsing in on themselves, he gasped harshly. The weight of the world sat firmly on his chest, unmoving. 

“Br-breath-e-e…” He stuttered, tears welled in his eyes. “You can do this.” 

He imagined you in the pretty yellow sundress, the one with a long flowy skirt and small pink flowers on it. You look beautiful in everything you wear, but this dress was something else. You looked like a princess. 

He remembered what he’d been wearing that day too, it wasn’t a hard guess. He wore black jeans and his blue henley.  

It was the second time he’d ventured out into the outside without his gloves on, it was too hot for it anyway. Although it had terrified him at the time, you made him feel safe enough to get past the staring.

Outside a fresh wave hit, thunder growled at the world, threatening to crack the sky in half. It pulled Bucky from his imagination, shocking him back into reality. 

He sighed loudly, curling his body up, your teddy bear snuggled deeply into his chest. “Stop, stop, stop, stop.” He muttered quietly. 

His pleas were answered, the rain poured from the grim clouds but nothing more. 

He moved back to his memory, thinking about how determined you were to have a picnic in the park. You’d packed in the cute wicker basket, the one that definitely belonged in a disney movie.

You batted your eyelashes at him in the most adorable fashion and asked him to carry the blanket. It was a hundred degrees outside and I was the crazy guy on the subway with a fluffy blanket. 

We went to your favourite spot in the park right by the bridge. It gave them the perfect view of all the tourists and boats passing by, but you and he went undisturbed, hidden underneath the big trees. 

Everything was so close to the two of you and yet it sounded so distant, it was just the way Bucky liked it.  

You both spent the day there, eating from a selection of handmade sandwiches, chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of fizzy wine. 

You had managed to read a few chapters of Persuasion to him, before you were overcome with the need to explain why Jane Austen was your favourite author. He’d heard the speech at least a thousand times, but he never got bored of listening to it. 

He’d listen to it on repeat for the rest of his life if you asked him to, just as long as he got to see the way your eyes lit up passionately as you spoke. 

This time when the thunder echoed through the empty rooms, Bucky heard it from a distance. The memory had surrounded him like a forcefield of safety. 

He knew the storm still raged on outside, but he kept the image of you in the centre of his mind. 

The sun had beamed down on the city that day, but a few grey clouds rolled in over the sky, battling to cover the shining sun. 

The rain came pouring down at lightning speed, but the sun soaked leaves protected you and him. 

Bucky remembered the smile on your face, that wide childish grin. He could read your mind, you didn’t want to stay dry. Your bright eyes sang mischievously as you tugged him up from the ground. 

You looked at him and rolled your eyes when he made no effort to move. You told him, “If he didn’t dance with you in the rain, it wouldn’t matter. You’d just go and dance alone.” 

He felt you break down a new barrier deep within him, he watched as you let yourself go and he longed to follow you. He was done holding back. 

Bucky followed after you, running through the wet grass as the rain carried him to you. You and he were the only two people running towards the rain, instead of looking for cover. 

He wrapped you in his arms, twirling you round in the air. For once he didn’t care. You swayed in his arms to the beat of your imaginary song, the soft pitter patter of the rain kept you in time. 

The sun shone over your heads, but the rain grew stronger, glittering through the thick air. Your eyes trailed up to the sky and you gasped loudly. 

“Double rainbow!!” You pointed excitedly, glee pouring from your features. Bucky followed your index finger, mirroring your happiness. 

He cupped your face gently, kissing your lips passionately, raindrops mingled together on your cold cheeks. 

“Marry Me.” Bucky whispered into the bedroom as his consciousness slipped and his body fell limp, your teddy bear nestled into him. He hadn’t said those words that day, but he’d thought it. 

It was that day that made him certain he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, that he loved you more than anything. He just hadn’t been able to find the right time to ask yet. 

But all of those thoughts could wait till tomorrow. The next clap of thunder thumbed angrily against the walls, but Bucky laid peacefully. His chest rose and fell steadily. 

He was sound asleep. 

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[summerofsnowflakes]

Pushing Your Luck 

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader / Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader / Steve x Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 3.4K

Summary: Bucky and Steve use an unimportant meeting to tease you to the brink of desperation, when it becomes too much the meeting is ended and they use the time to ruin you.

Warnings: This contains Smut, 18+ MDI, fingering, choking, pet names, dirty talking, anal, dp, orgasm detail, spanking, sub/dom dynamics,

A/n: I've been looking forward to posting this one for a while. It's in the same universe as His Angel, His Sweetheart, but you don't need to read it to enjoy this one shot.

Masterlist | Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Curled up in Bucky’s lap, you were content in the comfort of his warm embrace. The steady beat of his heart keeping in time with your own as you lazily hung your legs off his chair’s armrest. 

His fingers danced along your bare skin, mindlessly toying with the hem of your short flowing skirt. His eyes remained on the scene in front of you, appearing to listen intently to the conversation between Steve and their guests. 

You weren't listening in, you didn’t need to, it wasn’t your business. In any case, Bucky and Steve always went over everything later on and clued you in on the things you’d missed. 

Bucky’s fingers moved further along your thighs, pushing his rough padded tips past the fabric, bunching it up lightly. 

These days it wasn’t uncommon to find yourself in this position, cuddled up with one of them as the other led a meeting. 

You were always teased to the brink of insanity, even if you wanted to focus on the meeting there was an unspoken determination between them to make it impossible.  

You watched arduously as Steve commanded the room with his power, their guests were lapping up everything he laid on the table. 

You found yourself growing hotter as he paced back and forth across the length of the table, his ego taking up all the additional space in the room. 

Your panties grew damper, just as Bucky's fingers ghosted over your lace covered clit. Even with your back to him Bucky could read you too easily, he knew what you needed without you having to utter a word. 

He repeated the same movement, applying more pressure to your growing desperation. Your hips involuntarily jerked in his lap, a trembling whimper daring to slip from your tongue. 

“Sweetheart, what have I told you about moving in my lap?” Bucky’s lips brushed along your neck, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

You whimpered silently, your eyes connected with Steve’s across the room. He smirked darkly as he continued to speak, you don’t know how, but you knew he’d heard you.  

“You’re driving me crazy with all that fidgeting.” Bucky whispered, recapturing your attention by tapping your core over your panties and pushed his growing length into your ass. 

You mumbled an apology, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers slipped further down your pantied and circled the damp spot on your panties.  

“That wasn’t very convincing.” He pressed his fingers down on your clit, rubbing rough slow circles into your bundle of nerves. “Not convincing at all, sweetheart.” He growled lowly into your ear. 

You coughed loudly to cover the sound of your pathetic whines, drawing everyone’s attention to you. You dropped your gaze stuttering out another feeble apology to everyone as the resumed, none the wiser to the devious ministrations happening under your skirt. 

“Make another sound and I’ll bend you over the table and ruin you in front of these pathetic excuses for clients. Understand?” 

You didn’t dare offer a response, you knew he wasn’t joking. He pulled your panties to the side, his fingers swiping up through your wet folds and gathering your slick. 

“I said, do you understand?” He breathed, punctuating each word with a tap to your clit. You nodded, fighting the urge to cry out while he continued his assault on your core with teasing touches. 

Steve’s eyes were trained on you, he was mesmerised by the way your eyebrows knitted together in pained pleasure. 

He cleared his throat, slipping back into the conversation although he had no interest in what was being said, he had to distract himself from the growing tent in his pants. 

A spike of jealousy rippled through him, he knew Bucky wasn’t going to work with them. They were idiots, wasting his valuable time that could be focused solely on you. 

If they weren’t in the room, bothering him with their ridiculous proposal, then  he could be helping Bucky take you apart. He could have you crying out on the table for them. 

Bucky’s taunting wouldn’t let up, he was pushing you to the brink of desperation without even really trying. His fingertips delicately dipped into your aching hole and massaged your walls.  

It wasn’t enough, you needed more, but you had no way of asking for it. You knew you’d be punished beyond reasoning if you disobeyed Bucky’s orders. 

“You want more? I can tell by the way your little hole is gripping my fingers.” Bucky purred into your ear. “Why don’t you just ask, sweetheart?” 

You gritted your teeth to hold back the frustration sitting on your forked tongue. He was evil in the most delicious way, trying to goad you into a simple trap. He wanted to punish you, you just needed to give him a reason. 

“You got nothing to say?” He smirked, “maybe you are a good girl after all, although that bratty little display last night in the club would suggest otherwise.”

You rolled your eyes, moving your hips against his hand carefully, trying not to draw too much attention to yourselves. 

“I have an idea, you want to hear it?” He asked, plunging his fingers deep inside you finally. It was heaven but it was becoming harder not to cry out for him. 

“I didn’t quite catch that, did you say something, sweetheart?” He grinned, thrusting his fingers back inside you as a few stray tears slipped down your cheeks. 

Despite your best efforts to remain silent, a soft cry slipped out of your mouth. You cringed, waiting for the punishment to come. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d ruined you in front of people. 

But it never came, Bucky let it slide, which was completely unlike him. “I’m gonna let you have that one, these people aren’t good enough to see you stripped bare and ruined. I have a much better plan.”  

He shifted forward, taking you with him, his fingers still buried inside you, stretching you out. 

Turning the sound off on his laptop, he opened a video file up. Your eyes widened as the image of your body bent over Bucky’s desk, he was behind you drilling into you roughly. 

“Like what you see, sweetheart? I think Steve will.” He chuckled softly, copying the file into an email and sending it off to Steve.  

You clenched around his fingers, carefully moving your hips against his fingers. “I know you like what you see, we look fucking amazing, but I will spank you if you keep moving.” 

Before you could fully register what Bucky had done, Steve was already opening the video, watching as Bucky smiled up into the camera while thrusting relentlessly into you. 

Steve stared at the screen determinedly, completely switching off from the pitch their guests were giving. As the video came to an end , his features darkened, grinning menacingly as he met your timid gaze. 

“Well gentlemen, ladies, I think we can stop there for today. We’ll be in touch.” He announced butting into the middle of their pitch without a care.

Anyone who knew Steve, knew that meant they wouldn’t be in touch. You hadn’t been paying attention to conversation, but you knew that they weren’t interested in what these people had to offer. 

Steve kept his eyes on you as the team of people filtered out of the room. His face was akin to a fire inside a thunderstorm. His chair scraped across the floor painfully and he strode towards you. 

Bucky pushed a third finger inside you, thrusting in fully inside you without warning. You cried out at the fullness, your head lulling back against his chest. 

His free hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing the air from your lungs. “The rules still apply, sweetheart. I don’t want to hear a peep from you.” He moved his fingers slowly this time, stretching you out completely. 

With his metal hand still wrapped around your neck, he manoeuvred your body so your back was fully against his chest, spreading legs either side of his thick thighs.

Steve towered over the two of you, his blue eyes blown out wildly. He stared at your pussy as it sucked in Bucky’s fingers greedily. 

“Such a dirty little slut.” Steve smirked. “Letting herself get finger fucked right in the middle of an important meeting.” 

Bucky’s fingers sped up, thrusting in and out of you in quick succession. Your head lulled again as you stared up lazily at Steve. 

The squelching sound filled the room in the most pornagraphic sense. You slick spilled from your core, soaking Bucky’s hands. 

“Not gonna say anything, Angel?” Steve taunted. 

“She’s not allowed to make a noise, if she does she’s not allowed to cum.” Your eyes widened in fear as you shook your head frantically, whimpering sounds teetering on the tip of your tongue. 

“I see…” Steve replied, “Well let's see if she can be a good little girl for once.” He knelt in front of you, between yours and Bucky’s splayed open legs, he licked his lips watching Bucky’s fingers slip in and out of you easily. 

Steve’s fingers travelled up your legs softly, peppering soft kisses to your trembling thighs. His fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties ripped them apart.

Steve teased you over your clit, tracing line shapes into your sensitive bud. Your hips bucked wildly, clamping your lips over your teeth to hold in the noises that were desperate to fill the room. 

“Did you like the video we sent you?” Bucky grinned down at his best friend. 

“Got me hard as rock, watching you fuck this one senseless.” He chuckled, tapping his palm against your clit. 

“You hear that, sweetheart? He loved seeing you get fucked by me. Loved seeing how much of a little slut you are.”

“She’s getting close.” Steve commented, swapping a glance with Bucky and communicating wordlessly with one another.

Everything stopped all at once, you slumped against Bucky’s body, an involuntary sob passed your wobbling lips. You gassed immediately, covering your mouth as if you could take back the moment. 

“Always a brat. Can’t even follow a simple instruction.” Bucky laughed wickedly. 

“Open up Angel.” Steve ordered, you weakly followed his instruction. He shoved your ripped panties into your mouth, pulling your mouth somewhat shut and tapped your cheek. “That should keep you quiet, angel.” 

The sweet taste of your juices kissing your tongue and slipped down your throat as you bit down softly on the torn fabric. 

“You think you can keep quiet now, sweetheart?” Bucky teased, peppering kisses along your neck.  

“Put her on the table.” Steve stated  indifferently, loosening the tie around his neck. Bucky wrapped his arm around your stomach and hoisted off his lap and onto the large wooden table. 

“You too, make sure she doesn’t make a sound and remember angel, no cumming.” 

Steve slipped two fingers inside you with ease. He set a slow pace as he thrust in and out of you, it was a rare moment of tenderness that you rarely showed you when he took you apart. 

Bucky ripped your top from your body, revealing your pebbled nipples. 

“What a surprise, our dirty little slut isn’t wearing a bra.” Bucky mused, leaning down and taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it slowly. 

It was too much and not enough, your chest heaving desperately. Any little noises were muted by your panties.

Steve eyes were trained on your face, watching as your eyes fluttering frantically, your brows furrowed tightly as you held back your high and your screams.  

Steve’s fingers slipped out of your core and trail downwards, to a place not ventured before. You met his hard stare, nodding furiously, giving into his devilish desires. 

Bucky kissed down your body until he reached your clit. His tongue swiped at your sensitive area, smirking as your body involuntarily jerked in place and pushed Steve's finger inside your puckered hole. 

Your mouth fell slack at the new intrusion, Steve kept his finger still, Bucky blew cold air over your clit. You knew what they were doing, they wanted you to take control just so they could punish you. 

“Tell me how that feels. Angel.” Steve smirked, but you knew this game all too well. You rolled your eyes, looking away from them. Steve grinned at you, there’s his perfect little brat. 

He began moving his finger in and out of you slowly. Bucky’s tongue flickered torturously against your clit.

Steve pulled his finger out slowly, wetting a second finger and pushed it inside your tighter hole. He worked faster now, opening you up more with each thrust. 

Your hips moved with his fingers, taking him further into your ass. Bucky sucked at your clit, his eyes trained on your clenching hole. 

“She’s gonna cum.” Bucky murmured against your pearl and they both stopped abruptly .  

“Naughty little angel, trying to sneak an orgasm past us and think we wouldn’t notice.” 

You shook your head at him, tears slipped down your cheeks, you had been so close and you’d been caught. 

“You think I’m stupid?” Steve's hand clapped down on your thigh thunderously, the sting vibrating through your body. “You think I don’t know you well enough to know what your plan was. I'm a hurt angel.”  

His hands hooked around your ankles and pulled your body to the edge of the table.

“Such a naughty little slut.” Bucky flesh hand wrapped around your neck again, his fingertips digging into your skin harshly. 

The faraway sound of Steve’s belt clinking mixed with the blood thumping in your ears. “Let’s see if you can keep quiet without those panties to help you, sweetheart.” Bucky breathed into your ear, his wet mouth cascading along your jaw. 

Steve lathered up his cock with his spit and lined it up with your puckered hole, slowly pushing inside you. The stretch was unimaginable, your eyes rolling, your lips wobbling. 

Inch by inch he filled you up until he bottomed out. Steve pulled out slowly, thrusting back in at a gentle pace. Your head spun, you were floating with sexual intoxication. 

“Good girl, didn’t hear a peep from you.” Bucky mused, releasing your neck, grasping your cheeks to keep your head from falling back against the table. You nodded weakly, his lips dropping down onto yours. 

Steve built up a steady rhythm, hitting deeper than you thought possible, it was like heaven.

“Tightest hole I’ve ever had,” he groaned, placing your legs over his shoulder, his fingers gripping your hips harshly.

“Well you can’t tease me like that, I gotta feel it too.” Bucky chuckled, his fingers teasing along your body, setting you alight as Steve fucked into you renlentlessy. 

“You hear that angel? Bucky wants to be inside your ass too, you think you can take both of us at the same time?” Steve smirked, waiting for your head to bob feverently. 

He knew you better than you knew yourself, sure you were bratty but your aim was still to please in any way you could. The thought of letting either of them down wasn’t an option. He could hardly contain his grin when you nodded your head. 

“Sit up and wrap your legs around me.” Steve commanded. You followed his instructions, your sweaty hands clung to his biceps as he ground his hips into your ass. 

He lifted you off the table, keeping his cock inside you fully. He moved towards Bucky’s leather arm chair, each step sent you bouncing harder on his cock.

“You like that, angel?” Your head spun with pleasure, it was mind blowing. “Answer me, I want to hear that pretty little voice.” 

You blinked at him, worry swept across your features. His hand caressed your cheek, nodding at you. 

He took another step forward and this time you moved your hips in time with his, letting a broken moan slip through the net. 

“Tell me how it feels.” 

“It feels s-s-so good. Ple-easee don’t stop!” 

“There’s my girl.” He praised, picking your hips up and slamming you back down on his cock.

“Did so well keeping quiet for us tonight, so proud of you.” Steve hummed, “but you’re still not allowed to cum. You’re my little fuck toy tonight and toys don’t get pleasure, they get used.” 

He plonked down in the chair clumsily, your legs falling either side of him. You wailed leisurely, overwhelmed with the sensation of Steve filling you up. 

Steve cupped your face, forcing you to peer into his eyes and pressed his lips to yours hungrily. 

You moved your hips in an upwards motion, slowly riding his cock. Steve took your lip between his teeth and pulled at it roughly. 

“Loved seeing you bent over Bucky’s desk as he ruined you, angel.” He moaned, his hands roaming your body roughly, marking you as his.  

“It made me really fucking jealous though, because I think you cry just a little bit louder for him.” Steve continued, flicking your nipple playfully. 

“No no no no, Steve, that's not true.” You whimpered. 

Bucky came up behind you and peppered soft kisses down your neck, the heat from his naked body raidited against your, his hard length pressed into your back. 

“Hmm… Not sure I believe you. Maybe I’ll have to see how loud I can make you scream later when Bucky’s not around.” 

“Please.” You cried as his dick slipped from your ass and Bucky lined himself up to take over. Steve’s cock slid through your soaping folds, nudging against your clit as Bucky pushed his cock inside your ass. 

“Oh fuck.” You cried as Bucky buried himself inside you, groaning loudly as he bottomed out. 

“Fuck that feels good, best ass I’ve ever had.” He groaned, his hot breath fanning over your neck, thrusting his hips upwards into you. 

Steve lifted your hips, his hands splayed over your ass cheeks spreading them so Bucky could see you swallowing him fully. “Oh sweetheart, you’re taking me so well, such a greedy little slut. You love this, don’t you?” 

“Yes, yes, yes!” You sang, sliding down on Bucky’s thick member, as Steve drove his cock into your fluttering core. 

It was a sensory overload, you were seeing stars, closing in on your end goal with quick succession as their cocks sunk deep inside you. 

“Tell me how good it feels, angel.” 

You cried out in response, a mess of broken syllables tumbling from your lips. Steve grinned at Bucky, gripping your cheeks and pushing his thumb into your parted lips. 

“My little angel, all stupid from taking two cocks.” His thumb pressed down on your tongue, forcing your mouth open. “You love being used, don’t you?”  

“Can feel your tight little ass squeezing me even tighter, don’t you dare cum.” Bucky growled at you. 

Steve nudged your sweet spot with each thrust of his hips, daring you to let go. You whined, trying your best to hold back your high from crashing down on you. 

Bucky’s hips stuttered and a pained groan rippled from his chest as he pulled you tightly against his chest, biting down on your shoulder as he painted your walls. 

He remained there, breathing harshly against your neck as he came down from his high. 

Steve's hips began to stutter. “Don’t do it.” He warned with a final slam into your aching hole and painted your walls with his seed. 

A broken sob racked from your lips as they both pulled out of you, leaving you oversensitive and completely riled up. You were spent but you needed more. You were on the brink of falling apart and there was no possibility of that happening now. 

Bucky grabbed his phone from the table, kneeling down between your legs and hit the record button on his camera. 

Through the phone screen he watched as your walls contracted around nothing. Their cum spilled out from your ruined holes, mingling together and dripping onto the floor. 

“Steve please, I was such a good girl, please, please let me cum.” You pleaded, pressing desperate kisses to his pink cheeks. 

“You broke the rules, angel. You know I can’t allow that. You have to make it up to me first.” He pressed his lips to yours, as his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck possessively. 

“Now look up and smile at the camera for me. This one was recorded too.” You tilted your head up to the corner of the room, noticing the blinking red light. 

You sighed, offering him a scowl, rolling your eyes. One of these days you were going to stop falling for their stupid plans. 

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[summerofsnowflakes]

The Intimacy of Being Understood 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: Eddie loves when you share you stories with him, but this time he wants to heat something a little more personal.

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, secret relationship and tooth rooting fluff.

A/N: Okay so I told myself I wasn't going to write for Eddie, but then this happened and I was lying, so here we are! I haven't done my usual taglist as this is me venturing into a different fandom!

Divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

“Tell me about the first time we went camping.” Eddie stated, perched on the edge of the bench in the middle of the forest clearing. He held his hand out to you, lacing your fingers together and pulling you close to him. 

You shook your head at him. “You know that story, you were there.” 

“I know,” he drawled, dramatically lulling his head backwards. “But it’s a good story, one for the ages.” 

He brought your hand up to his lips and pressed soft kisses to your skin. “Plus you’re a storyteller, you have a knack for making things sound beautiful.” 

You broke his gaze nervously, staring at the ground. The weight of his compliment settled in your stomach like a brick of nerves. 

“You’re a storyteller too, you put your heart and soul into all of your campaigns. And your music tells a story too.. I just write a few things down in my notebook every so often. And you’re not meant to read that without my showing you. ” You rambled on and on anxiously, waiting for him to interject like he always did, but he didn’t. 

Eddie smiled at you, he loved the way you flapped like this when you felt nervous, it was endearing. He knew you’d never admit how good a writer you were, so he made it his personal mission to remind you every chance he got. 

He cupped your cheek, forcing your gaze up from the floor, his thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek. 

“Please?” 

You stared into his brown eyes, melting under his stare, lurred under his spell by his touch. You couldn’t deny him when he offered up those puppy dog eyes, a look that was solely reserved for you. 

“Fine.” you sighed, rolling your eyes but you both knew it was for show. He was the only person in the world you felt comfortable sharing your stories with. 

You turned away from him, settling against the edge of the table and his chest. You always did this, you were more confident in opening up and speaking your imagination into existence when there were no eyes on you. 

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck and breathing in the sweet scent of your perfume. You took slow, deep breaths, grounding yourself as you began to speak. 

“It happened in the summer of 85’, my friends and I had a camping trip planned but we didn’t have enough car space to get all the tent gear to the field. So begrudgingly I asked my brother if he could drive it over for us. 

‘He decided it was a better idea for his friends to come along and have a big, messy trip all together.

‘I would’ve protested more, but I knew you were going to be there. You’re his best friend and so I swallowed my pride and accepted. Just knowing you were there made me giddy with excitement. 

‘I’d been crushing on you for as long as I could remember, probably from the time we kissed at my first ever boy/girl party when I was 12. 

‘But you were my brother’s best friend and I was two years younger than you, I just assumed you only ever saw me as his annoying kid sister. So I knew that giddiness was stupidly placed but that didn’t stop my heart beating out of my chest at the thought of seeing you. 

‘It must’ve been the hottest day of the year and you were still wearing two jackets despite all of that! Metal till you die and all that.

‘It took us nearly the whole afternoon to set up the tents, we had no instructions and everyone was totally clueless. I don’t think any of us considered how difficult it would be to put a tent up.’ 

Eddie laughed, bringing the adventure to a halt. “If I remember correctly, you didn’t do much manual labour that day, just watched everyone and laughed as we failed to put the tents up.” He chucked again, his lips peppered light kisses along the base of your neck. 

“Who’s telling the story here, Munson?” You craned your neck to meet his eyes, offering you a challenging look. 

“Okay sorry, you’ll have no more interruptions, Princess.” His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “I promise.” 

Something in your gut told you he was lying, but you didn’t truly mind. You know Eddie, he can’t help but share his thoughts as soon as they pop into his mind.

“When we finally set up our tents, we got the fire going and cooked some food. I’m honestly surprised we didn’t get sick because those sausages were questionably cooked. 

“But we had a great time, we shared our silliest jokes and stupid anedotes. Someone even tried to get a game of sharing scary stories, but that didn’t go down well at all. Whilst there were a few supporters, most of us wanted to sleep well that night.’

“Guilty as charged, but I remain firm that you can’t have a campfire going without sharing your scariest stories.” Eddie interjected again, but this time you laughed with him. You placed your hands over his, toying with the cold metal rings that encased his fingers. 

You stared off into the distance ahead of you, imagining the fire crackling loudly, the sounds of familiar laughter filled your ears as you travelled back into the memory. 

“Just as we were about to start a drinking game, my poor, devastated brother realised that we had no booze. It’d slipped everyone’s minds. 

‘My brother was devastated, how could we forget the most important part of the trip? 

‘You offered to drive out and get some, you were the only one who knew of all the spots that served minors, but you needed help. So the rest of us drew straws. 

‘I drew the short straw, but to me it wasn’t short at all. I would’ve offered to go if it didn’t make it totally obvious that I was infatuated with you. 

‘One of my friends pulled me to the side before I left and told me to make my move with you. That I’d never know how you felt if I didn’t go for it. 

‘But there was no way in my mind I was going to do it, the thought of you rejecting me was mortifying. 

‘I was so nervous, my heart was beating so fast as I climbed into the passenger seat of your van. I’d never been alone with you for more than five minutes before.  

“I could never have rejected you.” Eddie stated, running his hands up along your arms, awakening a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “You were the coolest girl I’d ever met, you were always so sure of who you were and what you wanted to be. Even if you do need a little reminder about how good you are every so often.” 

You smiled at his words, feeling the heat creep up your neck and he didn’t stop there. “You’re drop dead gorgeous and you always match my wit. I think I liked you as long as you liked me, but you were always just out of my reach.”

“And look at us now, almost a year later, completely smitten and my brother is still none the wiser.” You giggled softly, the whole situation was ridiculous and not something you ever thought you’d find yourself in, no matter how much you wished for it. 

You both knew it was best kept a secret for now, neither of you were ready for the storm that was brewing in the distance, that had your brother’s name written all over it. “Shall I carry on with my story now?” 

“Please do.” 

“So we drove out to the closest convenience store you knew of, leaving just as the sun had fully set over the horizon. The dark night greeted us warmly, the stars appeared one by one. 

‘All those nerves I had about being alone with you evaporated immediately. We talked as if we’d been alone together our entire lives. 

‘We rocked out to your shitty metal music and I laughed the hardest I ever had in my entire life. It was the most carefree I’d ever felt, and I could tell by the way you were, or maybe weren’t acting that you felt the same way too. 

‘You always put on a big front, ‘Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson’, a class clown, the loudest guy in the room at any given time. You are the biggest personality so those who are afraid to take up too much room don’t need to if they don’t want to. 

‘And so many people mistake that for narcissism or attention seeking, but I saw it for what it was. You care so damn much about the people around you, you use the big personality to make the other outcasts feel safe. 

‘That night you let me past the bravado, you left long gaps of silence unfilled, you sang quietly, tapping your fingers against your steering wheel. You let me go on and on about writing because you love hearing about other people’s passions.

Eddie smiled as you continued to praise him, an odd sensation settled inside him. It was obvious how you knew him so well, you spent every spare minute you could find with him. 

He just found it completely wild that you saw through the facade so easily and you weren’t bothered by it. You understood why it was so important for him to keep it up. 

Not many people saw through the paper thin cracks in his armour and liked the real him, but you did.  

The distant ringing of the bell startled you both, he knew he should let you get to class. He would happily wait to hear the ending, but you made no efforts to move from his embrace, so he stayed too. 

‘I knew when we were driving back that you were going the longest way possible, it gave me a real boost that you wanted to soak up as much of my time as I did yours. 

‘But somehow after too many left or right turns, we got lost. In Hawkins. The smallest town in America and neither of us had a clue how to find the campsite. 

‘You pulled off the main road and down into a clearing, similar to the one we’re standing in right now. 

‘It seemed familiar, but we couldn’t be certain it was the way we’d come from earlier. You turned off the engine and sat for a moment thinking. 

‘You turned to me and just like the set up to every single horror movie I’ve ever watched, you said, ‘I’ll go look for the tents, I’ll be right back. 

“I remember how your face dropped instantly.” Eddie chuckled, “and you practically screamed at me. ``Eddie you can’t leave me here to defend myself against the forest monsters, a bottle of vodka and a beer can are hardly deadly weapons.’ ” 

“I did not sound like that!” 

“You did.” 

“Well I maintain that I had a very convincing argument.” You countered. “I was freaked out about being left alone, but honestly I just wanted to keep you all to myself for just a little bit longer.” 

‘You were quiet for a moment, studying my face, trying to work out if I was joking. Instant relief washed over me as your features softened and you promised you weren’t going anywhere. 

“If anything I should have realised that it was a precursor to our entire relationship.” He scoffed, squeezing your fingers softly. “All you have to do is flash that innocent smile, flutter those eyelashes and I do whatever you want.” 

He knew how your relationship worked, you had him wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger and he was entirely fine with it. 

“I quite like the setup we have going on here.” You snickered, leaning back into Eddie’s chest, his long hair tickled your neck as a soft breeze blew through the trees.

“I’m not surprised.” 

‘We climbed up onto the roof of your van, with a bottle of vodka and a half smoked joint. Like a total gentleman, you offered me your denim jacket as the weather dropped. 

‘We watched the stars glisten through the gaps in the trees as they danced around the sky. We smoked and talked about everything and nothing. 

‘I felt myself getting braver as the weed weakened my inhibitions and started talking to you about love and relationships. I asked if you’d ever been in love and you replied simply with a yes. 

‘My heart sank instantly at the thought of you giving you attention to any other girl except me. 

‘You asked me the same question and I answered way too quickly with an eager yes. 

‘I realised my mistake, I was talking to the person I believed I was in love with and I wasn’t feeling brave enough to admit that to you. 

‘I quickly followed up that keen admission with a deep, unanswerable question. Do we really even know what love is? 

‘You grinned at me, not pressing further on who I was in love with, but I saw the curiosity in your eyes as the moonlight shone down on us. 

‘Then you asked me about my first kiss, I couldn’t hold back my laughter telling you I didn’t want to share that story. You reassured me that if I told you mine, you’d tell me yours. 

‘Groaning loudly, I covered my face with my hands. Goosebumps appeared along my arms, but it was invisible under your jacket. I wasn’t cold, I was feeling shy about opening up. 

‘You poked and prodded my side, like a child begging their parents for sweets from the supermarket, trying to draw the answer from me. Finally the words tumbled from my mouth and unwillingly I said it was with you at Tina’s Halloween party, when I was eleven. 

‘Everything went quiet and I assumed I had ruined the whole night. Reluctantly, I peeked through the gaps in my fingers only to find that you were smiling down at me with giddiness. 

‘You asked me if I wanted to know a secret and I nodded. It was your first kiss too. 

‘I was so shocked, but you just laughed, shaking your head at me. You told me at that age, girls weren’t a big fan of the weird guy - they still aren’t - and the buzz cut wasn’t pulling all the ladies in. 

‘The tone of the conversation shifted from that point, I felt my nerves peeking inside me. My unspoken feelings were rising to surface at an alarming rate and I didn’t know how to hold them back anymore. 

‘You shifted closer to me, waiting for me to pull back, but I remained where I was. I wanted to be close to you. 

‘You asked me if you could tell me another secret. Hope filled my lungs, drowning out my voice box and all I could do was nod. You told me you wanted to kiss me right  again, right now. 

‘So do it, I replied, my voice shook timidly. You closed the small gap between us, your face hovered over mine. The rush of your shaky breath hit my lips, warming up my lips for the first time in years. 

‘You held yourself there, giving me a final chance to stop it from happening. I took the final leap, tilting my head upwards and captured your lips ever so lightly. 

‘Your lips moved against mine as if we’d been doing this for years. All the air had been knocked from my lungs, but I never wanted to stop kissing you. I could die happily if that was the way to go. 

‘And that was the start of our secret fairytale romance, the end.” 

You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and instantly noticed the troubled look on his face. 

Anxiety rose up inside you, “did you not enjoy it?”  

“No, it was perfect.” He reassured you, with a smile. “It's just you left out my favourite part.” 

“Which part?” 

“The part where I told you that your brother would kill me if he ever found out.” 

“That’s your favourite part of that entire night?” You offered him a confused look.  

“Well yeah,” he muttered, eyes flickering down sheepishly, his fingertips fiddled with the hem of your tennis skirt. His lips parted carefully, firmly shutting again. He was holding something back. 

“Why?” You probed, resting your forehead against his, hoping he would meet your gaze. 

“Well because even though I knew and still know to this day that your brother will have my head for this,” he mumbled, sighing softly. “Well I knew then that I’d… that I’d found my equal.”

He peered up at you nervously, waiting for you to say anything. Your heart melted at his words, you couldn’t hold back your glee. You pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly. “You’re a big softie, Eddie Munson.” 

He breathed out a sigh of relief, knowing it was your way of saying the same thing back. He smiled at you, pushing you away from his body playfully. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Just don’t tell anyone, can’t have you ruining my rep.” 

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[summerofsnowflakes]

And Now?

Pairing: College Soccer Player!Bucky x Fem!Reder

Summary: Fed up with having your feelings played with, you decide to have some fun with your friend Steve.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: There's no smut in this series, but there are sexual themes and swearing and drinking, so this is an 18+ series. Also a bit of bit of angst to round of this series.

A/N: So here is it the final part of this series, this is definitely my favourite part. Let me know if you enjoyed the ending!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Fuck Up the Friendship Masterlist | Masterlist

You stood with your phone in hand, frantically searching for your taxi app, though it was impossible to see anything through your tear filled eyes. 

The world around you blurred, your head spinning as your breaths became shorter and more panicked. 

Bucky called out for you, following closely behind. You kept your back to him as the tears rolled down your cheeks. It was all too overwhelming, you wished you never got yourself involved in the mess. 

And now, months of stuffing your feelings down deep within you were spilling out all in one go.

Bucky watched helplessly as you cried into your hands, he was heartbroken seeing you so upset. He knew he wasn’t worth your tears, you deserve better than him. 

Despite that little voice inside his brain telling him to walk away, to let you move on from him because he wasn’t worthy of you. He just couldn’t, he needed you in his life and he wanted to make this better. 

So against his better judgement, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his warm body. You nestled your head into his chest as your tears stained his shirt. 

His aftershave flooded your senses and soothed you despite the panic still sitting on your chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered against your forehead. He only hoped you could hear the sincerity in his voice, could feel it in the way he held your body that he meant it. 

“I need to tell you something. S-somthing you’re not going to like.” you hiccuped.

“Okay” 

“The whole thing with Steve, it wasn’t real. Well it was, because it did happen but not for the reason you think.” 

“What do you mean?” His hold  on your body loosened ever so slightly. 

“Last night, before we slept together, we made a really stupid plan when we were drunk to make you and Natasha jealous.” You didn’t dare look into his eyes as the words tumbled out of your mouth. 

‘And now I feel like an idiot because I forgot most of it and gave myself a little hope that if you never made a real move then Steve would be open to something with us. God I’m such an idiot. 

‘I’m really sorry Bucky. I’m so so sorry.”  

Silence blanketed over the two of you uncomfortably. You peered up at him, noticing how tight his jaw looked under the orange glow of the street lamp. 

He looked straight ahead, off into the distance as his arms dropped from your body defeatedly. 

“Bucky,” you pleaded, “please say something.” 

His eyes flickered down to meet you, softening when your anguish broke over him like a stormy wave hitting a rock pool. 

‘I can’t preach to you about messing with someone’s feelings when I’ve been doing the same thing to you for months.” He answered, the distance in his voice cut deeper than his anger would’ve.

You didn’t know what to say, so you remained silent, waiting for him to say something else. 

He slumped back against the bar’s brick wall, sighing loudly, his eyes fell to the ground. “I really wasn’t expecting you to say that.” 

He looked over at you as you hugged yourself, your body trembling with sadness. “I’m not angry, you know. I totally deserved it, I just wish it hadn’t been Steve.” 

“I’m sorry too.” 

“Let’s go home and talk about this properly, too many prying eyes in there. I’m sure we’ve given them all a good show.” 

You looked over at him surprised, you weren’t expecting him to come home with you. You were certain he was going to lose his mind over the Steve thing. 

You were sure it would be the final nail in the coffin, the reason he needed to walk away from you completely. 

There was a small smidge of hope that crept up in your mind, but you didn’t want to hurt yourself again. 

Bucky sensed your uncertainty, watched the tension wrap itself around your body and begin to choke you. 

“Hey, no bullshit, I promise. I want to talk this out, I want to stop acting like an idiot.”

“Okay.” You muttered quietly, “let’s go home.” 

Once Bucky had ordered the taxi, an awkward silence consumed the two of you. You lent against the wall beside him idly, unsure of what to say or do. Terrified to be the first one to say anything and ruin the calm before the storm. 

The cold night seeped into your bare arms, you hadn’t bought a jacket tonight under Wanda’s instruction. She thought it was more of a statement to have Steve’s name and number visible on you all night. Now it just felt like a constant reminder of your stupid plan and you were freezing. 

Bucky noticed you from the corner of his eye, the way your teeth chattered helplessly. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, not looking at you.  

You straightened up, standing a little taller to show you were fine. “N-no I’m fine.” Bucky sighed at you and shrugged off his jacket, placing it over your shoulders. 

“Buck, I’m fine.” You murmured, but his body heat had already wrapped you in a warm hug. 

“You’re a terrible liar.” His blue eyes were stormy with stern care. “I’m not having you die of hypothermia tonight because of your pride.” He refused to break his gaze and you knew you weren’t going to win, so you slipped your arms into the sleeves. 

“Such a drama queen.” You sighed, a small smile appeared on your lips. It made Bucky’s heart soar seeing a glimpse of your regular self slip through the pain you’d both caused. Maybe things could be fixed. 

“A drama queen that wants you to stay alive.” He mumbled running his hands up and down your arms, creating some more warmth, just as the taxi turned up. 

You turned the key in the door, carefully slipping into the dark apartment, the evidence of your terrible plan still sitting on the kitchen sides. 

You flopped down on the sofa, closing your eyes as you kicked off your shoes. You didn’t bother turning the lights on, the darkness was more comfortable. You weren’t forced to look at your mess. 

Bucky followed behind you, sitting on the arm of the sofa right next to you. You were leaning towards him without even thinking about it, you were drawn to him even though you were supposed to be hating him. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you this morning and running away. I’ve felt like shit all day because of it.” 

“This isn’t just about this morning, B.” You sighed. 

“I know and I’m sorry for messing you around for the last few months. I know I’ve been unfair.” 

Fresh tears threatened to fall from your eyes, “do I mean anything to you?” Your voice broke. 

“What?” 

“Do you actually care about me? Because it feels like you’re apologising now when I look the tiniest bit desirable to other people and you can’t keep secretly kissing me if I’m taken.” 

“Well first of all, there isn’t anyone else, is there sweetheart?” 

Your mouth fell open, “are you actually serious right now?” 

“No, that's not what I meant.” He groaned, “I keep fucking this up becuase you drive me crazy!” He took a breath before continuing. “I know there will always be a huge queue of guys and girls lining up to take you on a date, you’re one of the best things in the world. I just meant this time it wasn’t real.” 

“I think you’re missing the point, Bucky.” You pointed out. “You acted crazy this morning when you saw me with someone else. So was it just because you saw me slipping from your fingers or do you actually care?” 

He crouched down in front of you, his large thighs either side of yours. You hated the way his body heat felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

“I’ll admit, seeing you with Steve this morning kind of broke my heart and the fact that it was Steve made it hurt so much more.” He confessed, taking your small hands in his larger palms. 

“That was kind of the point of your plan, right?” He asked, his eyes searching for the answer in wandering eyes. “To hurt me and make me realise I could lose you.” 

“Kinda.” You sniffled, a fresh set of tears rolled down your cheeks. Bucky large thumbs were there instantly to wipe them away. 

“Do you remember that first day we met? How we talked for hours and missed our first class together.” You nodded, smiling at the memory. 

“Well that was the day that I fell in love with you. You were kind and funny, you made me feel totally at ease.” He smiled up at you, reliving the memory. “So if you’re asking me if I care, well then I can honestly say you mean the fucking world to me.”

“But god forbid you fuck up our firendship.” Your heart beat stuttered at his words, but the words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Which has been completely fucked up from the minute I moved into this apartment.”

“I’m sorry.” He bowed his head sheepishly. 

“Yeah you mentioned that already.” 

“What can I do to make this up to you?” His blue eyes pleaded with you, his pain was illuminated by the bright moonlight that slipped into the room from the window. 

“Be honest with me, tell me if you want us to be together. I deserve that.” 

He was quiet as he searched your face for something that you couldn’t name. “I- I…” 

“See you can’t do it!” You pushed him backwards onto the floor and stood up, pacing in front of him. “You can't be honest, you’re too fucking scared.” 

You looked down at him, disappointment in your eyes. “ I can’t keep putting myself through the emotional ringer because you think it’s acceptable to act like a child. We’ve not been friends for a really long time and if this whole thing, whatever it is doesn’t change then we can’t speak anymore.” 

Panic set into Bucky’s bones, he jumped up off the floor and towered over you. His hands cupped your faces as a few stray tears slipped from his eyes.  

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea I was hurting you so much. I didn’t mean to do this to you.” He desperately pleaded, his face centimetres from yours. 

He released a shaking breath, eyes fluttering shut as he finally uttered the words you’d been dying to hear. “I’m in love with you, I love you so much it hurts when you’re not with me. I’m just terrified I’m going fuck this all up and lose you.” 

He closed the distance between you, connecting your lips with his, moving his mouth slowly. Allowing you to stop him at any moment but you didn’t. When you finally kissed him back, Bucky felt like he was on top of the world. 

He pulled back reluctantly, pressing his forehead against yours as you regained your breath. “I want you, sweetheart. I just didn’t want to hurt you but I’m a total idiot because I’ve been hurting you this whole time.” 

“How do I know you won’t change your mind tomorrow morning, when you’re sober?” 

“You don’t, you have to try and trust me, even though I know that’s not going to be easy.” His shaky breath fanned over your face. “But I promise no more running away. I know I’ve already let you down so much but I want to make this work.” 

He closed his eyes, peppering kisses over your cheeks and lips. “Will you give this a chance?” 

You nodded softly, “we can take it slowly, but if you get scared, you have to tell. This will only work if you’re honest, Bucky.” 

Relief broke out over Bucky’s face and nodded frantically. “You got it, sweetheart.” He connected his lips to yours again, unable to stop himself. Declaring his love for you with each brush of his lips. “We’re going out tomorrow, I’m taking you on a date.” 

You chuckled softly, biting your lip as you stared into his deep blue eyes. “Lucky me.” 

“No no, lucky me.” You both erupted in laughter at his cheesy line. “I’ll pick you up at 11am, okay?” 

“Okay,” you smiled as he pressed his lips to your forehead and slipped past you towards his room. 

“Goodnight.” He hummed as he retreated into his bedroom. 

You stood in your place, replaying the moment over in your head, unable to stop yourself from grinning. Maybe despite all the pain, it was worth it.  

An itching feeling settled in your stomach, you weren’t ready for this happiness to end. You were certain you weren’t going to sleep now, too excited about the date tomorrow. 

Your feet padded against the floor as you wandered into Bucky’s room, a sheepish look on your face as Bucky pulled his T-shirt over his head. You bit your lip softly looking at his toned stomach. 

“Can I help you?” He smirked, quirking his eyebrow at you. 

“Umm… Well I was wondering, if we could cuddle for a bit?” You asked quietly, ignoring the heat that crept up your neck. 

Bucky smiled at you, like you lit up the world. “Only if you take of that fucking shirt.” 

You laughed as you grabbed one of Bucky’s tops from his top drawer and changed. You climbed into bed with him wrapping yourself up in his arms, you felt the fast beat of his heart against your head. He was nervous. 

His hand ran up and down your spine absentmindedly as you settled into this new normal. 

“Bucky?” He hummed sleepily just as sleep threatened to pull him under. “Where are we going tomorrow?” 

A sleepy laugh erupted from him, “I’ll tell you in the morning, sweetheart. Now go to sleep. We both know you’re not going back to your bed tonight.” 

You smiled as you drifted off to the sound of his heavy breath, happy in the knowledge that everything had worked out.

You were happy.

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[summerofsnowflakes]

Polaroids 

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 800

Warnings: 18+ MDI, this story contains smut, boyfriend's dad Andy, cheating, pet names, undefined age gap, oral (M receiving),

A/N: No one asked for this but the polaroids in 7 Minutes in Heaven seemed to be popular so I decided to give a peek into what happened that night.

Masterlist | Andy Barber Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

One 

“That’s it sweetheart, spread those legs for me and touch yourself over your panties.” Andy purred, staring down at you through the lens of the polaroid camera, the moonlight illuminating the perfection of your body. 

You followed his instructions, whining shamelessly you teased your clit through your panties. You wanted him to touch you, but knew this was as much as you were getting from him right now.  

Your hips moved to meet the ministrations of your fingertips, circling slowly to avoid the scratchiness of the motel bed sheets.

Your eyes fluttered shut just as a bright white light flooded the dark seedy room. 

The camera whirled as the picture was spat out and came to life. “So beautiful.” He muttered as your body stretched over the flimsy film. 

Two 

“Jump on your knees for me, let me see that perfect little ass.” He ordered, lust and admiration spilling from his lips. 

You rolled over onto your stomach giving him a show as you pulled yourself up onto your knees and pushed your ass towards him. 

“This what you want to see, Andy?” You purred, wiggling your round cheeks. 

He hummed in response. “Perfect sweetheart, just perfect.” He groaned as he clicked the button on the camera again. 

While the next photo developed, he leant forward and brought his left hand down on your bare ass cheek harshly. You moaned brokenly, the sting vibrated through your whole body. 

“I want more, please.” You whined. 

“Soon, baby. Daddy needs some more pictures for when you’re not around.” He grunted. “Would you look at that, the damp spot on your panties is visible in the picture too.” 

Three

“Turn over, sweetheart.” He uttered, waiting patiently as you moved. “You’ve still got a lot covering your body, maybe you should remove that lacy little bra so I can see those bouncy tits.” 

Your hand slipped behind your back and gripped the clasps and unhooked it. The straps slipped down over your shoulders easily. Your breasts spilled from its cage and you tossed it behind you. 

You peared up, meeting Andy’s piercing blue eyes in the darkness as he grinned darkly at you. 

You cupped your breast in one hand, massaging it softly, with the other you tweaked your nipple, pulling and pinching it softly. 

You moan lightly, eyes fluttering shut. The flash of the light behind your eyes was still blinding as Andy snapped another picture of you. 

Four

“Crawl to me, sweetheart.” 

You lent forwards on your hands and knees and crawled down the bed, fluttering your eyelashes innocently at him. 

“Like butter wouldn’t melt, right?” You smirked, the words sounded like honey melting from your lips. You stared up at him expectantly as you reached the edge of the bed. 

“I think we both know you’re the furthest thing from sweet.” He laughed, his thumb caressing your cheek. 

“Yeah but I look the part at least, right?” 

Andy hummed, his thumb trading along your bottom lip. “Yes you do, it’s that pretend innocence that landed us right here tonight, sweetheart.” 

He pushed his thumb between your willing lips and you wrapped your tongue around it, sucking softly on it. You were both thinking the same thing, imagining it was more than just his thumb in your mouth and finally snapped the photo. 

“I think this one is my favourite.” 

Five

“Take me out, sweetheart, see what you’ve done to me tonight.” He groaned as you placed your hand on his cock. 

You carefully unzipped them and hooked your fingers delicately into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His hard length sprang free and bobbed deliciously in front of your face. 

Your hand wrapped around his hard length, jerking it slowly, twisting your wrist as you reached his tip. 

You took the tip of his length in your mouth, sucking slowly, your tongue lapped up the precum that dribbled from his slit. 

Andy’s breathing stuttered, his eyes screwing shut as your lips descended down his shaft. “God you’re perfect.” He moaned desperately. 

You pushed him away from the bed and  flipped onto your back, hanging your head from the edge of the bed. “Can you fuck my throat?”

“It’s like you read my mind, sweetheart.” He smirked, pushing his length forcefully down your throat. He thrusted in and out of your mouth, slowly letting you gag and choke on him. 

You allowed him to use your throat however he saw fit, reaching between his legs you massaged his balls softly. 

With one hand he grabbed at your breast, rolling your hard nipple between his finger and thumb. A final flash lit up the dark room, the pornographic scene recorded on the small film forever. 

“I take it back, this one is my favourite.” He grunted.

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[summerofsnowflakes]

What Happened Next?

Pairing: College! Soccer Player Bucky x Fem! Reader and College! Soccer Player Steve x Fem! Reader

Summary: Fed up of having your feelings played with by Bucky, you decide to have some fun with your friend Steve.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warning: This series is 18+ MDI, although there's no actual smut it deals mature/sexual themes throughout. A love triangle, a fair amount of angst and lots of feelings.

A/n: So here's part 2 of the Fuck up the Friendship series, I have tagged some lovelies that read the first part but no pressure on reading it ♥️

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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It felt like hours had passed as you sat there dumbstruck by Bucky’s reckless actions. A mix of dark emotions stormed through your frozen body, everything you’d been suppressed for months came tumbling out, in one go. 

You don’t know when you started crying, but the tears slipped over your cheeks easily, leaving damp patches on the soccer jersey. 

How after nearly four years of friendship, of longing feelings and stolen kisses, could he just leave you alone like that?

You only snapped out of your trance, when Wanda let herself into the apartment. She glanced over your dishevelled appearance, in Steve’s t-shirt and offered a gentle smile. 

“You okay, Sweetie?” 

You wiped the tears from your cheeks, taking a shaky breath and nodded furiously. It was completely unconvincing, but you couldn’t utter the words out loud. 

Hopping off the counter, your legs wobbled underneath you,  you stormed into your bedroom and flopped down on the bed with a dramatic sigh. The scent of Steve’s warm aftershave still lingering on your sheets. 

“I hate men.” 

“Oh no, what did he do now?” She giggled, sitting down on the bed bedside you, you both knew who she was referring to.

The entire story of the twenty four hours spilled out of you, sparing no detail from Steve last night, the breakfast this morning and most importantly the sober kiss you shared with Bucky this morning.  

“He just ran out after kissing you?” She squeaked, “what an asshole!” 

“I thought I was going crazy, that’s a dick move right?” 

“100%, I want to punch him in his pretty little face.” 

“Get in line.” 

“So what are you gonna do?” Wanda asked, looking down at your eyes fluttering open and furrowed your eyebrows. “Well you kinda just threw yourself right into the middle of a love triangle.” 

“It’s not a triangle!” 

Wanda looked at you like she didn’t believe you, but she didn’t comment on it. “Okay well, how do you feel about them both?” 

You sat up, leaning against the headboard with a sigh, “both? I haven’t even worked out my feelings for Bucky, let alone if there’s anything there with Steve.” 

“Well we have a game to go to tonight, they’re both going to be there, so you want to try and work it out now?” 

“Okay.” You hummed, “well sleeping with Steve was fun and easy, when I woke up this morning there was no awkwardness and he cooks a good breakfast.” 

“All good points, but I’m sensing a but.” 

“Well he’s still totally hung up on Natasha and I don’t know if I wanna get in the way of that.” You continued, “and with Bucky, we basically act like a couple but he’s too scared to fuck up our friendship so he just continues to mess with my feelings.” 

The whole situation was almost laughable, well it would have been if it wasn’t your heart that was stuck in the middle of this hurricane.

“So to summarise, Steve was great but he’s in love with Nat and you’re in love with Bucky and he won’t cross the line.” Wanda confirmed, a soft laugh escaped her lips.  

You dropped your head into your hands, a groan erupting from deep within your chest. “This is by far the most depressing triangle to ever exist.”  

“I thought it wasn’t a love triangle?” She shot you a pointed look, eyebrows quirked knowingly. 

“You’re not being helpful.” 

Your phone chimed loudly, cutting through the quiet air. Wanda didn’t bother asking if she could check it, you were showing no signs of moving and she was curious. She picked up your phone, eyes scanning over the screen and cackled. 

“ummm, Bella Swan, Steve wants you to wear his jersey to the game tonight.” She said between laughs, “I think tonight is going to be very interesting.”  

This morning had been exhausting, but it was nothing compared to how worn out you felt now. The anxiety in your mind and body had been building all day and now you were a very tired nervous wreck. 

Your fingertips tingled as you slipped the blue jersey back over your head for the third time. You peered at yourself in the mirror, it looked good, but it was a bold statement.  

There’s going to be no doubt in people’s minds about what went on when they see you in this. 

You so desperately wanted to take it off, to slip back in the comfort of Bucky’s jersey where no one would ask any questions. 

But you knew you couldn’t, not after what happened this morning. You had to stay strong despite the ever growing pain in your heart. 

You had to be bold tonight. 

Heavy, nervous breaths fell from your lips as you dropped down into the passenger seat of Wanda’s car. She offered you an encouraging smile before she drove off, but it did nothing to calm you down. 

She had to drag you out of the car and towards the soccer pitch, where you were instantly met with the curious eyes of your friends. 

You felt like a new exhibition at a museum by the way they’re eyes looked flickered from your face, down at the number seven situated above the breast pocket of the jersey. 

Prying questions teasing on the tips of their tongues, but no dared to ask and somehow that made you feel worse. It made you feel like you��d done something wrong, which couldn’t be further from the truth. 

Wanda’s fingers tightened around yours, the pressure grounding you from spiralling completely. Her silent reassurance was the only thing keeping you from running away, you were really grateful for that. 

The awkward tension created by Steve’s jersey seemed to blow over the group as you took your seats, for everyone except Natasha. 

She continued to stare at you unabashedly, her piercing eyes made your skin itch uncomfortably. You could see the cogs turning in her brain, the steam spilling from her ears as she pieced the puzzle together. 

You could tell by the way her features were pinched that she was not happy about you wearing the jersey. 

“Is that Steve’s training shirt?” She asked, the volume of her voice was just a decibel too loud, hints of panic evident in the break of her voice. 

Natasha was never the girl who showed her emotions, but she couldn’t help herself seeing you dressed to support Steve. You could see she was hurt and upset, clearly he meant more to her than she ever dared to let on. 

You stared at her dumbly, mouth agape as you tried to find something to say, anything. “Umm, yeah it is. Why? 

A wave of shock washed over her face, but she reigned everything back in before she showed too much vulnerability. 

“Oh no reason.” She muttered, turning in her seat and focusing her gaze forward, watching as the two teams warmed up on the field. 

Wanda leaned into you side, “looks like it wasn’t just bucky you made jealous.” She whispered, loud enough so that only you could hear. 

There was a tone of victory in her voice that made your stomach tightened, the guilt crept up along your spine and threatened to choke you. 

You hadn’t realised that Natasha’s heart was at stake in this stupid little game, you and Steve had played. She’d never shown any interest in him before tonight, despite Steve’s best efforts to grab her attention. 

The last thing you wanted to do was hurt her. You only wanted to make Bucky realise what he could lose if he kept stringing your heart along on a tightrope. 

You were pulled out of your daze by Steve calling your name from the side of the pitch. You walked over gingerly, ignoring the stares of your friends as you did. 

You murmured a soft hello, smiling up at his beaming face. “Told you it looked good on you.” He uttered proudly. 

“I feel like I’ve got a big neon sign over my head, telling everyone we slept together though.” You chuckled lightly, guilt washing away slowly as a giddy feeling overtook, the butterflies in your stomach swirled slowly. 

“Yeah when I turned up to practise this morning everyone already seemed to know and I got here before Bucky, so I know it wasn’t him.” 

Your heart squeezed at the mention of his name. The memory of his lips on your storming through your mind, but you pushed it away and forced the smile to remain on your lips. “Wanda might have had a hand in that.” 

Steve laughed, throwing his head back dramatically, his eyes flickering over to her, “yeah I had my suspicions.” 

“Sorry.” 

“Nah it’s cool, I don’t care that everyone knows I slept with a beautiful dame.” He winked at you, his confidence never failing despite his cheesy lines. 

His glee was infectious, you couldn’t help but smile back at him. The growing moment between you is brought to a halt as the sound of a soccer ball flying across the field cuts through the air. 

Steve’s body is knocked forward into your space as the ball connects with his back and his knees buckle. Your hands flew out to steady him, but caught himself before falling over the stand. 

You peered over Steve’s shoulder to identify the culprit only to be met with stormy blue eyes and looked away quickly. Steve turned too, glaring playfully at his best friend, unaware of the raging steam rising from Bucky’s body. 

“Hey Loverboy, Coach wants us in the locker room. Now!” He hollered and stomped away. 

“Coming!” He shouted back, but Bucky was already gone. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

You nodded, “score for me?” 

“You got it.” He winked once more before sprinting off in the same direction as Bucky. 

When you returned to your seat you felt like you were floating on air, a soft smile resting on your lips, you barely noticed the death glare coming from Natasha. 

So your team has just won their game, they’re two wins away from a championship title. You’re with all your friends at a bar to celebrate, everything should be great right?

That couldn’t be further from the truth, despite all the fun happening around you, you were sitting alone at the bar feeling terrible. You watched as everyone had a great time and for the first time since you’d come to college you felt truly alone, an outsider. 

Wanda was a goner once Vision had appeared, melting in the comfort of his arms as they watched the world go by in the corner of the bar. 

In a fit of jealousy, Natasha grabbed Steve as soon as he walked into the bar; she'd been sitting on his lap all night.  Bucky hadn’t spared you a glance all night, not that you’d bothered to look at him either though. 

You knew you’d done this to yourself, a social pariah by choice. You weren’t in the mood to go through the motions of fake laughing to the suggestive conversations about Steve. Sam’s arrogant comments had seen to that earlier. 

You’d been nursing some sort of fruity, alcoholic drink for at least an hour, just finishing off the last drops when you heard Natasha closing in on you. She giggled softly at whatever cheesy joke Steve had come up with. 

“I’m just going to freshen up and then we can go.” She said, loud enough for you to hear as she strutted past your back. You could feel the winning smirk radiating off of her, maybe this was all just a game to her too. 

Steve dropped down in the seat beside you, a dopey, intoxicated grin on his lips as he nudged your side with his elbow. 

You gulped down the lump forming in your throat, your eyes glistened in the low light of the over crowded bar. You offered him a tight smile, hoping he wouldn’t see the shattered heart of your sleeve. 

“I gotta say thank you.” He simpered. 

“For what?” 

He laughed quietly, offering you a confused look, like you should know what he’s referring to. “Well the plan worked out perfectly. Nat has spoken to me more in one night than she’s ever cared to in nearly four years.” 

You look at him with wide eyes, your mouth fell open as the questions formed in your brain. Natasha was a part of the plan too?  

“What are you talking about, Steve?” 

Steve offered you a confused look, but filled in the gaps in your memory. He explained how last night you’d sat in these very seats and plotted a purely diabolical plan to make not only Bucky jealous, but Natasha too. 

Your heart was beating harshly against your ribcage, your body vibrating uncomfortably. “I can’t believe I forgot all of that.” You muttered, feeling even more dejected than before. 

“Yeah and it worked so well!” Steve raved, not paying attention to the growing discomfort on your face. “Bucky’s been ready to slit my throat all day and Nat’s coming home with me. It was perfect, we were perfect!” 

You felt so stupid for thinking last night could’ve gone somewhere, you shouldn’t have let yourself get invested in the idea of him. Somehow this hurt more than Bucky’s behaviour and you’d basically done this to yourself.   

“Steve, I kind of thought…” You started, cut off as Natasha skipped back towards the two of you. Your words were lost in the sticky, alcohol scented air. 

“Steve, you ready?” 

“Yeah!” Steve slung his arm over her shoulder, mouthing another thank you in your direction before disappearing into the night.

Bucky stood across the room with Sam and Nick as they discussed the ins and outs of their game tonight. He wasn’t invested in the conversation, he’d been looking over at you for most of the night, longing to go over and make you smile. 

He knew he’d messed up this morning and nearly every single day in the last six months since that first kiss. 

He watched as Steve approached you, the dejected look on your face as you listened to whatever he had to say. He could see the tears well in your eyes as you watched Steve and Natasha leave. 

He had to try and cheer you up, even if you hated him right now, he couldn’t see you that sad. 

Bucky staggered over to you, taking Steve's place in the seat next to you, but you didn’t look in his direction. You knew he was there but you weren’t in the mood for anymore right now.

He placed his hand on top of yours, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. He ignored the way the stale alcohol on the bar stuck to wrist. “You okay?” 

You hummed softly, not sounding the least bit convincing, still refusing to look at him. You were still angry with him, but you were also angry with yourself too. 

The way his hand engulfed yours was comforting, although you wished it didn’t make your heart skip a beat. You wanted to hate him right now, but it was nice to have your friend despite all the drama. 

“Steve’s a bit of a user, he’s never been afraid to step on people’s feelings to get what he wants.” He uttered softly. “And if I knew you liked him, I would’ve warned you about that.” 

“I don’t need to tell you everything, Bucky.” You released a humourless laugh, shaking your head at him. “I don’t like him, last night just kind of happened. 

“You’re right, you don’t have to. I just don’t want to see you upset.” 

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that.” You whipped your head in his direction. “You want to talk about seeing me upset? How do you think I felt after you planted the most amazing kiss on me this morning and then ran away like a scared little child.” 

“Or how I’ve felt every single time you've kissed me over the last few months and then you’re gone, carrying on your night and pretending nothing’s happened.” 

You didn’t notice the tears slipping down your cheeks as rage bubbled in your chest. You couldn’t stand being there any longer, you had to get out. “I’m going home, maybe I’ll see you there if you’re not otherwise engaged.” 

You stomped out of the bar, as hot tears burned your cheeks. Bucky was hot on your heels, calling your name as you walked away.  

He’d made up his mind in that split second, he was going to fix this. He was going to try, even if it terrified him to his core to be honest. He wasn’t going to lose you over his own stupidity.

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[summerofsnowflakes]

Maybe There's More Than One

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (Avenger)

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: This contains Smut, 18+ MDI.

A/n: I didn't have any plans to add anything more to There's Always One, but this gif inspired me to add a little Steve to the mix. So I give you Steve and his Cupcake.

Here's the first part with Bucky and his Princess

Diver by @firefly-graphics

“You wanna slip outta here and go for a walk?” Steve’s lips grazed the shell of your ear as you swayed in time to the soft sounds of a Frank Sinatra song. 

Whiskey lingered on his hot breath as it tickled down along the column of your neck. A soft shiver ran down your spine, your legs steadily trembling under his touch. Only the strong grip of his hands keeping you from melting into a puddle at his feet. 

You managed a shaky nod, not trusting the strength of your voice.  

He led you out of the room, grabbing his suit jacket off the back of a chair as you wandered out of the side door, into the courtyard. 

You strolled aimlessly along the path beside, enjoying the comfortable silence that settled over you. Your eyes trained on the trees in the distance, dancing in the wind to the tune of the slow song inside the party. 

“That was such a beautiful ceremony.” Steve commented, breaking the silence, his hand brushing against yours lightly.  

“It really was, they both look so happy.” You smiled, turning to face him. The gentle breeze had moved his tie off centre. Instinctively you reached out and fixed it, only for the wind to blow it out of the way again. 

“Thanks for trying.” He uttered between soft chuckles “You ever see yourself doing that?” 

You can’t help but notice the nervous tone slipping into his voice, waiting for your response. You nodded, “yeah maybe one day,” with you. 

You cleared your throat, fighting to keep the end of that sentence from slipping past your lips. It would be a fatal error, one that could ruin your friendship. “You thinking about it then?” 

He ignored your question, noticing the way your teeth chattered softly as the spring air latched onto your exposed skin. 

“You cold, cupcake?” 

“Little bit, but I’m fine.” 

“You’re a terrible liar.” 

“And you didn’t answer my question, Steve.” You shot back, your breath faltering as you were drawn in by the dreamy blue waves in his eyes. 

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently.” The smile that danced along his lips broke your heart instantly. 

“Oh yeah?” You whispered, trying to hide the pain, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. 

“Yeah, but the thing is I can only imagine it with this one very beautiful dame.” He grinned like he’d been entranced by a love potion. 

“Do I know her?” 

“Very well, she uhh, she came with me tonight as my ‘friend date’.” 

Your breath caught in your throat as something close to a gasp passed your parted lips. You couldn’t quite believe your ears, you were certain for a second you were making this whole moment up. 

Steve stepped towards you, his jacket dropping to the floor with a dull thud. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“I want to kiss you so badly.” He mumbled, dipping his head down you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. You were so close and so desperate for more. “Please stop me if this isn’t what you want.” 

His lips hovered over yours for a beat, allowing you the chance to stop him. You couldn’t do that, you’d wanted him for too long. 

When he was certain you weren’t going to pull away, he crashed his lips down onto yours moulding his mouth to yours. The whole universe slipped away from you as your mouths danced with one another.

He manoeuvred your body off the main path and towards the bushes and pressed you against the cold brick wall. The music from the other side of the wall thumped through the walls vibrating through your body steadily. 

The cold stone caught you off guard, you gasped against his mouth. Steve used the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and tugged at it roughly. You whimpered at him needily. 

You ran your hands down his body playing with the belt buckle that held his suit trousers up, your fingers lightly tracing his hardening length. 

Between the angelic sound of your moans and the way your hand teased him, the last shred of Steve’s will dissipated. 

He wanted to do this properly, to wine and dine you before he had you under him like this.

But Sam’s words had messed with his head and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The beauty of the wedding and having you by his side all night, wrapped in his arms as you danced. It was all too much. 

There’s always one. 

Maybe he’d lose the pool, but he didn’t care when he had the girl of his dreams pressed up against the wall moaning his name in delight. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long, cupcake.” He groaned as his hands roughly grabbed at your ass. “You drive me crazy.” 

You were a mess of whimpering pleas and dizzying agreements. “Me too, Steve. Don’t hold back on me.” 

His teeth nipped at your neck as he chuckled lightly against your skin. “Music to my ears.” 

He turned you around, pressing your face against the wall, he pulled your ass out and pressed you against his length.

He dropped to his knees, not caring about the mud that clung to his navy suit trousers and shimmed your tight dress up over your asscheeks. 

Steve let out a heavenly groan at the sight of your drenched panties and sunk his teeth into your round cheek. “Fuck that’s a beautiful sight.” 

He pulled your panties to the side and dipped his fingers inside your soaked folds, gathering your slick on his fingers.

“Steve, please.” You whined impatiently, wiggling your ass in his face. 

“I know baby, patience. I’m just admiring my view.” He hummed as the rough tip of his finger slipped into your clenching hole. 

“Well do that next time, I need you now.” You mewled. He stood up behind you, chuckling deeply as he unbuckled his belt and slipping his pants down, freeing his cock. 

He hooked his thumb under the thin material of panties, pulling them out of the way. The flimsy material ripped apart under his brute strength and dropped into the bushes. 

He guided his cock along your slit, nudging your clit with his tip. Your eyes fluttered shut at the jolt of electricity that hummed through you. 

He couldn’t wait any longer, knowing there was definitely going to be a next time, he knew he had another chance to take his time pulling you apart and putting you back together again. 

He breached your tight walls slowly, letting you fall down further on his length, taking every inch until you were full to the brim. You whimpered as he bottomed out, your hands clutching against the flat wall, desperate for something to hold onto. 

His fingertips pressed deeply into your waist, bruising your soft skin. He pulled out of you fully and slammed back in, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He set a quick place as the little slice of heaven between your legs sucked him back in, over and over again. 

“You feel amazing, cupcake.” He grunted, placing his hand between your shoulder blade to hold you in place. 

You couldn’t form a coherent response, soft whimpers were the only thing that erupted from your lips. Steve took over every inch of your mind and body, the sound of skin slapping bellowed in your ears and you prayed it was drowned out by the loud music. 

“Can feel your squeezing round me, you gonna cum for me?” He panted the question out as his own started to close in on his own end. 

You looked back at him over your shoulder, crying out a breathless yes as he angled his hips upwards, hitting even deeper inside you. His fingers curled around your body, dancing down your mound until he hovered over your clit. 

“Say please and I’ll let you cum.” He grunted. 

“Please, please please please.” You babbled, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. 

He pressed down on your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the delicate nerve and you fell apart under him, your whole body jerking wildly as you fell over the edge. 

“Fuck, cupcake,” he moaned as you milked him and pulled him over into oblivion with you. His thrusts became erratic as he emptied himself inside you. 

His head fell forwards, his body covering yours as you both came back down from your highs. He pressed chase kisses to the crook of your neck between the gleeful smiles he couldn’t fight off. 

“I think I saw him head this way.” Sam’s voice cut through the moment in the rudest of awakenings. Panic set in immediately. 

Steve slipped out of you and pulled his pants up, as you grabbed at the hem of your dress and yanked it back down. 

“Steve, where are my panties?” You whisper shouted as Sam and Peter rounded the corner. 

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Sam asked, completely bemused by the horrified look that crossed from Steve’s face to yours. 

“Just taking a stroll Sam.”Steve replied as calmly as he could.

“Pete, let me ask you something. When you go for a stroll, do you usually end up with muddy knees, or bright pink panties, ripped and left in the bushes?” 

Everyone except Sam looked embarrassed by the question, Peter didn’t dare answer, quickly averting his eyes from the panties caught in the bush. 

Steve’s cheeks dusted a light pink as he stared down at the ground. You hid your face into Steve’s chest, waiting for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

“You know there must be something in the kool-aid at this wedding, first Bucky and his princess and now you two!” Sam laughed. “Looks like a few more people are getting paid tonight.

Steve shot Sam a death glare, his jaw ticking, “don’t you two have someone else to go and annoy.” 

Sam held his hands up in defeat, “stay safe kids, I don’t want any avenger babies running around just yet!” He called as he pulled Peter away and obviously went off in search of more people to catch in the act. 

“Oh god, how am I ever going to look anyone in the team in the eye ever again.” You groaned into the warmth of his creased white shirt. 

Steve’s large hands cupped your face, pulling your gaze upwards and pressed his to yours. “How about from now on you just look into my eyes instead, forget about the rest of them.” 

“You might have yourself a deal, captain.” You purred, fluttering your lashes at him. 

“I need to get you home, now.” 

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[summerofsnowflakes]

Fuck up the Friendship

Pairing: College!SoccerPlayer!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader and College!SoccerPlayer!Steve x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.

Warnings: 18+ MDI. There's no actual smut but defo some mature sexual themes the whole way through. Little bit of angst, feelings and some swearing too

Part 1 - What Just Happened?

Part 2 - What Happened Next?

Part 3 - And Now?

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[summerofsnowflakes]

Wicked Games V 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Avenger)

Word Count: 5.1K

Warnings: This is a 18+ series, MDI, mentions of cheating, swearing, angst and mending relationships.

A/N: This is the final part!! I know this took me a very long time, but this fic has been a big journey for me and I wanted to make sure I was happy with this before I posted it and I am so happy with how it's turned out. I know this ending won't be for everyone but I hope you can still enjoy it!

Dividers by the fantastic @firefly-graphics

Wicked Games Masterlist | Masterlist

You rested your elbows against the fence that surrounded the Wilson’s property. Sunglasses shielding your eyes from the bright, burning sun that beat down onto your face. The light rays were like a warm hug enveloping your senses and preaching serenity to your body. 

This was your favourite time of the day, the sun slowly driving down towards the edge of the water, the whole of Louisiana was engulfed in an orange hue. It was beautiful. 

You took slow, deep breaths painfully aware that each inhale bought you a second closer to seeing the faces of the family you’d run away from. 

You barely noticed Sam as he wandered over, he was so stealthy and your widow senses weren’t on high alert these days. He cleared his throat, capturing your attention and offered you a beer. 

You smiled back at him, doing your best to imitate the lies of the sun, you were a picture of serenity on the surface. Underneath your heart was beating  erratically in your chest, you were a mess.

You took the beer in your shaky hand and sipped it slowly, the cool condensation encased your palm mingling with the warm beads of sweat that dripped from your pores. 

The sun slipped further down its slide, the end of the afternoon drawing to a close, taking you forced calmness with it.  

Sam watched you silently, his eyes flickering between you and the water. A million questions teetered on the tip of his tongue but he was unwilling to disturb your peace, so he remained silent. 

“You’re doing that thing again.” You pointed out with your eyes still firmly closed and a playful smirk resting on your lips. 

“Doing what?” He laughed, taking another sip of his beer. 

“Looking at me as if I’m about to shatter into a million pieces.” You stared straight into his brown eyes, quirking your eyebrow at him. “Just ask what you wanna ask.” 

“I don’t like that you know me that well, Buttercup.” He scoffed, allowing a beat to pass before he opened his mouth again. “You ready for tonight?”  

A humourless laugh slipped past your lips, “not even slightly.” You shook your head, feeling the anxiety rise within you. “But it’s too late to turn back now and uninvite everyone. Right?” 

Sam’s laugh was drowned out immediately by the whooshing sound of quinjet landing. The gentle summer breeze transformed into a thrashing gust of wind that threatened to blow everything away. Your question was answered in a way he never could have. 

Sam offered you a sympathetic smile, resting his hand over yours he squeezed it gently. “I’m gonna go say hi, come over when you’re ready.” 

You nodded, watching as he walked over the group of Avengers that filled off the jet one by one. It was like watching your old life through the looking glass, what it would have been like if you’d never been a part of the team.

Seeing them now reminded you of all the good amongst the overwhelming bad and you missed every one of them. 

You watched as they unloaded mountains of stuff from the quin jet and into the house, they were staying for one night and brought enough provisions for a month long stay. It had Steve’s name all over it. 

You wanted to help, to catch up but fear kept your feet rooted in the ground, the long strings of green grass tied knots over your shoes. 

Your eyes found Steve first, looking handsome and chiselled, just as perfect looking as always. He looked almost exactly the same as the last time you’d seen him, only now there was no anger and shame etched into his features. 

Bucky was only a few steps behind his friend, moving gingerly as he carried two bulky bags off the jet and over to the house. 

He looked different, he’d cut his hair since the last time you’d seen him. He stood a lot taller, more proud to be in the room than before. 

Your heart stopped when his eyes flickered over into your direction, he offered you a friendly smile before disappearing into Sarah’s house. You smiled back at him but he had already moved away, he missed it. 

Seeing his face, seeing no signs of anger or malice in his features calmed your senses. You were certain now, you could make it through this evening. 

After all, you’d come so far since the last time you’d seen everyone. Two years away from everything had allowed you to grow, to become your own person. 

That had been your intention when you’d moved to New York, but being with Bucky and living in your respective trauma’s had gotten in your way. You couldn’t move on when you were too wrapped up in pain and familiarity.  

The time and space from him and the city gave you the tools to let go and move on. 

There was something special about Delacroux. The quiet, muggy air was more breathable than the dusty smog that blanketed New York. The laid back, tight knit community welcomed you in with open arms, their kindness kept you here way longer than you’d originally intended. 

The night that Sam had brought you to his childhood home, you’d been a complete wreck, body trembling as you sobbed quietly into the suit jacket he’d laid over your shoulders. 

You barely remember anything about the flight from New York to Louisiana, your mind had shut down, shame consumed you in every possible way. 

He led you softly from the jet to the house, the light drizzle in the air clung to your body. He didn’t knock, just unlocked the door and pushed you over the threshold in the most gentle way. 

His sister descended down the stairs with a basket of clothes in her hands. You could feel her eyes on you, scanning over the crumpled red dress hanging on your body, you ruined hair and make up, no shoes on your feet. 

You were an absolute mess and you knew it.

You kept your eyes glued to the floor, you thought if you looked her in the eyes she’d know the ugly truth, about all the horrible things you’d done in your life and kick you out. 

You couldn’t bear to see another person look at you the way that Steve had in the lab. 

She and Sam remained silent for the longest time, sharing a wordless conversation between their brown eyes.

“Your room is already made up for next week.” She uttered softly, stepping out of the way and Sam led you upstairs. You muttered a soft, broken thank you as you passed her by.

You showered and changed into some of the comfy clothes you’d managed to stuff into your bag as you made your escape. You sat down on the bed with a soft huff, the weight of the evening dragging you down. 

A few tears slipped from your eyes just as Sam knocked the door and entered the room with a steaming cup of herbal tea.  

“Thought you could use something to calm your nerves a little bit, let me know if you’d prefer something stronger, I got a bottle of Louisiana’s best bourbon downstairs too.” 

A small laugh escaped your lungs, you managed to muster a small smile for the first time in hours. “This will do, thank you.”

He placed the mug on the bedside table and sat down next to you, the single bed dipped under his weight. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as tears rolled down your cheeks. 

Sam scrambled for a way to distract you. “You know, you’re the first girl that has ever seen this room.” 

You looked up at him in disbelief, “you’re lying!” 

“Nope. My mom had a strict no girls in the bedroom policy, she was terrified of being a young grandma.” 

Your bleary eyes scanned around the room and sighed softly, your heartbeat slowly down, breathing becoming more controlled. 

“Well I’m honoured to be the first girl in here, although I’m sure you imagined this moment going a bit differently.” You murmured, bringing the mug of tea to your lips and sipping the hot liquid. 

“Not a chance, this is exactly how I imagined it would go.” He flashed you his signature smile as you crawled backwards, resting your back against the wall. The sound of light rain hitting the window seal soothed your sad mind. 

“Sarah said you can stay here as long as you need.” 

“Thank you.” You whispered, the uncertainty evident in the barely audible words. 

“Look, I know you won’t be planning on sticking around longer than a few days, but just consider staying the week.” He turned to face you, “the people are welcoming and don’t pry into people’s lives. I’ll be back at the end of the week for my nephew’s birthday.” 

“I’ll stay for a little while, I promise.” You nodded, too exhausted to think of anything except sleep. 

“Good. I gotta get back to New York.” 

“I know.” Your lips wobbled, the thought of being left alone now felt like the scariest thing in the world. 

Sam noticed the way the change in your demeanour and signalled for you to his open arms. You settled into his arms, head resting on his shoulder as he ran his hands up and down your back softly. 

“I know this feels bad right now Buttercup, but you’ve fought off worse than a broken heart. You’re the strongest person I know, you’re gonna get through this.” 

You scoffed, smiling at him. “You liar, we work with gods and super soldiers, I’m not the strongest person you know.” 

“I know, but it got a smile outta you and that was the real goal.” 

“I’ll see you in a week.” 

You stayed the week and when he came back a month later, you were still there. 

On his third visit home, you’d begun helping Sarah with the seafood business. You enjoy having a routine again and it was the only way you could help out as she refused to take a penny from you to pay the bills. 

After five months you’d begun renting a small place near the docks from Miss Loretta, the town’s matriarch. The house wasn’t anything special, it was a quaint one bedroom house that was in need of some love, but you were given free reign to fix it up and decorate it any way you liked. 

You’d begun creating a life yourself, Sarah introduced you to her friend, who in turn became your friends. You loved working on the docks, the hustle and bustle was similar to New York. You’d even started looking after AJ and Cass when Sarah needed a break, not that she’d ever admit she needed it. 

It took you nearly a year before you started to work through everything that had happened in New York. The real difference between your life in Delacroux was how much time you spent alone. You could only ignore the issues you’d pushed down for a short time before they forced themselves back up. 

You shed so many tears that you could have flooded downstairs. You ruined the furniture that you'd bought for your new house in a fit of anger. You laughed hysterically at how ridiculous everything had become. 

You went through every emotion until you were empty, until it finally started to feel better. 

And one day, you sat down to write three letters that would never been seen by anyone other than you. 

You wrote one for Steve, apologising for leading him on and for what he’d witnessed the night of the party. 

You wrote your second letter to Bucky’s girlfriend apologising for the hurt you’d caused her, for taking Bucky away from her and ruining their relationship. For hating her for having him first and still sleeping with him. 

The third and final letter you wrote was for Bucky and it was by far the hardest. You poured your heart out onto pages of blank pieces of paper, freeing yourself from all of the hurt you both caused. 

It was the hardest thing you’d done, but it allowed you to move on and let go. With every passing day since you wrote the letter you missed him less and less. 

You knew you’d always love him, but you weren’t going to allow him and your relationship to hold you back anymore. 

You’d been so lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice Steve making his way over to you until he was standing in front of you, smiling down at you. 

“Hey, stranger, you weren’t going to come and wish me a Happy Birthday?” He embraced you as though no time had passed, not a single drop of bad blood spilled between you.

“Hi Steve.” You uttered, wrapping your arms around his waist tentatively. “I was just knocking back some liquid courage before I braved it.” 

“You don’t need to do that with me, Sweetheart. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” 

You smiled up at him, staring at him curiously but you didn’t comment on it, moving the conversation on. “I have a little present for you inside.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Hmm… It’s a tub of old man Wither’s barbecue seasoning, Sam mentioned you loved it.” 

“Best present ever.” 

A wave of silence washed over the two of you and you cringed looking away from him as the air soured with awkwardness. The elephant in the room stomped its foot loudly against the mud. 

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out, wincing as the words left your lips. 

“You haven’t got anything to apologise for.” Steve held his hand up to stop you from continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, that night was rough, but it opened my eyes to a lot of things. I spent months projecting my feelings onto you and I think deep down I knew you didn’t feel that way about me.” 

“I’m sorry, Steve.” You said again but he shook his head at you. 

“Nothing to apologise for, remember, I was in the wrong too, although I have to say I was surprised.” 

“It wasn’t the way I intended for that night to go.” 

“You or anyone else, I think.” He motioned his head turning in Bucky’s direction. “Everyone misses you, but I have to say Louisiana does look good on you.” 

You sighed contently, looking over the plains of water sitting perfectly still as the remains of the sunlight sparkled off the lake. “It’s the most at home I’ve ever felt in my life. I really worked through so much out here in the peace and quiet.” 

“Yeah I spent a week out here a few years back and there’s nothing like it. This little town is special.” 

“Hmmm. I miss you all too, you know.” you smiled wistfully. “I needed time but I think, I mean I want to come back, if you’ll have me?” 

“You never needed to even ask sweetheart, you’ll always have a place in the team. Whenever you’re ready to return, there’ll be a space for you.” 

You casted your eyes over the group as they built a bonfire in the middle of the front garden. Sam had started up the barbeque on the front porch as Sarah carried out food from the kitchen. 

Everyone was preoccupied setting things up, except for Bucky who was chasing Cass around the bonfire, whilst AJ clung to his back, urging him after his brother. 

The whole scene brought a smile to your face, as AJ called your name and waved at you, his other hand firmly choking Bucky’s neck as he held on for dear life. You waved back at him, your eyes tentatively connecting with Bucky’s before you both looked away. 

“You gonna talk to him?” Steve pulled you back into the conversation, staring down you with a knowing smile on his face. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” 

“You know when you’re back in New York he’s gonna be there.” 

“I know, but I’m just not sure I’m ready to open that can of worms just yet, I’ve worked so hard to get to a place where I’m happy.” 

“So has he, he’s worked for the last two years to better himself, he’s a different person now.” 

You remained quiet as Steve studied your face, as you chanced another glance in Bucky’s direction. “All that time apart, all the work you’ve done and you’re still head over heels for one another.” 

“How could you know that Steve, we’ve not spoken in two years.” 

“Don’t try to deny this, Sweetheart.” 

“I’m not denying anything.” He offered a pointed look, smirk resting irritatingly on his lips. “Okay I was trying to deny it, but so much has happened, most of it bad. How could we ever move past that?”

“How will you ever know if you can move past it, if you don’t try?” He asked, allowing the question to wash over you before continuing. 

“You and Bucky share a deep bond, one that would take a lifetime to move on from. I know what I’m talking about okay.” Steve looked you dead in the eyes, no signs of jest. “Yes that love might burn bright and so intensely, sometimes that means it can’t work out, but there’s a reason you’ve always found a way back to one another, I don’t think you should ignore that.” 

“He really told you everything, huh?” 

“The whole story.” 

You nodded slowly, eyes catching him lying flat in the grass, heavy breaths passing his breath as AJ continued to climb over him.

Sam called everyone over for the first round of food, pulling your gaze from him and you peered up at Steve’s frame and pulled him into another hug, this one significantly less awkward than the last one. 

“Thank you, now let’s go celebrate your birthday.” 

The conversation you’d shared with Steve stuck with you all evening. It was there as you pushed yourself into the eye of the storm and caught up with everyone. 

It was there when you were eating your food and even when you drank a few beers. It sat on your shoulder and whispered the words into your ear over and over. 

You hadn’t approached him yet and he never attempted to make the first move. You were terrified if you stepped over the invisible barrier between you, he’d run away and you’d never see him again. You weren’t aware he was feeling the exact same way. 

By nine, everyone had split off into their own little groups around the campfire, you were sandwiched between Sam and Wanda, snuggled up under a blanket as you chomped down on an oozing smore. 

Bucky sat opposite you with Steve and Natasha, the orange hue of the crackling fire illuminated his soft blue eyes. 

Despite the distractions that your friends bought you both, you and Bucky kept exchanging vague glances.

You’ve noticed the change in him, he was open with everyone, chatting and smiling. Steve’s words swirled round in your brain, over and over pushing you to take the plunge and forcing you to think of the last time you’d spoken. 

The week that Sam had left you alone with Sarah was one of the worst weeks you’d ever experienced. You hadn’t realised how difficult it would be to mend your broken heart until Sam had left you. 

It was a week of sleepless nights, you barely left Sam’s room except to use the bathroom. Sarah silently accepted that you weren’t ready to leave the room and join the three of them for food, so each morning and evening she deposited some food outside the door for you. 

By Saturday, you were going stir crazy sitting in the same four walls and you forced yourself into the shower. You changed into a fresh set of clothes and ventured downstairs for the first time since the day you’d arrived. 

Sam met you at the bottom of the staircase, a gentle smile adorning his lips. “Good to see you up and about.” 

“Just about.” You croaked, offering him a sad smile in return. 

They didn’t expect you to join them for the party so you wandered in the woods around the house. You didn’t want to get in their way. 

The peaceful sound of Delacroux wrapped around you comfortably, it was a stark contrast to the loud, angry hum of New York city. 

Your peaceful walk was interrupted, the sound of a twig snapping under feet closing in on you. You whipped around, heart racing as you scanned the area. You half expected it to be Sam, calling you back to the house, but it wasn't him. 

Bucky emerged from behind a tall tree, hands up, waving his white flag before you as his swollen red eyes pleaded for forgiveness

“What are you doing here?” You asked, hating the way your voice cracked as you spoke, the lump in your throat rose, tears glistened in your eyes.

 He didn’t answer, looking at you as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. Tentatively he took a few steps towards you, but you followed suit and stepped further away. 

“How did you find me?” You pleaded, tears slipped down your cheeks. 

He hung his head sullenly, “Sam has taken two trips to this place in the last week, I had a feeling as there were no missing jets that he helped you hide. I slipped onto the jet when he wasn’t looking.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I needed to see you, needed to hear your voice, to convince you to come home.” 

“I can’t come back, Bucky.” 

 “Yes you can and you will.” 

“Don’t you need to rush back to your girlfriend.” 

“It’s over, for real. I ended it that night and I know I was a coward. I should've ended it sooner. You’re the one for me, you’ve always been it for me.” 

You shook your head at him. “No, it's too late. You should’ve done this months ago. It’s too late…” 

“No it’s not, you can’t leave us behind.” He strutted towards you, desperate to feel you close to him. 

“Us?” 

“Alpine has been staying in my room since you left.” He grabbed ahold of your hand. “We need you.” 

His words tugged on your heartstrings, his overwhelmingly familiar scent flooded your nostrils as you inched closer to him. You’d been so desperate to feel him for days and now he was stood in front of you, offering everything you’d ever asked of him. 

“Please baby, I’m here and I love you.” He whispered as he wrapped his hand around your waist, his metal fingers stroked your cheek, wiping away the stray tears that rolled down your cheeks. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, soft stuttered breaths fell from your lips as he continued his pleas. He begged you to give yourself over to him, but you’d already done that years ago. 

He leant in close, his lips grazing yours as his nose bumped into yours. You lost yourself all over again, allowing Bucky to consume every part of you as you chased his lips hungrily. 

His lips moved against yours, needily exploring your mouth with his tongue as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. 

His fingertips trailed under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and feeling your soft skin against his. He backed you up against the nearest tree trunk, your body thudded against the wood. 

The accidental hit you took to your was the wake up call that pulled you from the depths of pleasure. Your heart screamed at you to keep kissing him, your head told you to stop. 

You listened to your head and pushed Bucky away from you. “No! This has to stop, it’s not fair. I can’t think clearly when you’re near me.” You cried at him, watching the shock travel over his face. 

He opened his mouth to speak but you got there first. “Look, thank you for looking after Alpine. I really appreciate it, but right now I can’t be near you.” 

“But-” 

“No Bucky! You need to go home, I need to stay here. I need a life that’s not dictated and consumed by thoughts of you, I need to know who I am.” 

‘If we ever have a chance of being around each other in the future then I need to move on without you clouding my vision. 

‘Neither of us know who we are outside of this toxic relationship, if you can even call it that. It’s why we keep coming back to one another because we don’t know anything different and we keep hurting people. I can’t handle that anymore, it’s killing me.” 

Bucky remained silent. He knew you were right, even though he didn’t want to admit it, because he didn't want to give you up. 

“Okay, you’re right.” He sighed, closing the gap between you for the final time and wrapping you up in his arms. You hugged him back, knowing it could be for the last time. You knew he’d actually heard you.

“I’ll always love you, please never forget that.” You muttered as you slipped from his strong hold and back towards the house, leaving him behind once again. 

He knew you meant what you said, he knew because he would always love you too. 

You knew he’d been working on himself just like you had. You could see it and you were so proud of him, just as you were of yourself. 

Fireworks erupted over the lake, pulling everyone over to watch them. The whole team filtered over there, except for you. You remained sitting for another moment, watching as Bucky wandered over to the loud display. 

He stood tentatively at the edge of the group, keeping as much distance between him and the fireworks. You knew he hated them. 

You pulled yourself up, releasing a shaky breath as you made your way over to the group, sneaking up beside him. 

“So how’s my cat doing?” You asked softly between two sets of fizzing noises shooting up into the air and erupting into bright pink and blue sparks. 

His eyes seemed relieved to find you beside him, easing his tension as he felt the gun shots in his body from every firework that went off. 

He smiled at you, “good, probably scaling some building in Brooklyn right now as we speak even though all my windows are locked.” 

You laughed loudly, smiling widely at the thought of your cat. “Yeah, Alpine doesn’t really care for locks.” 

“Don’t I know it. I just can’t work out how he gets past them.” 

“I think it’s easier if you don’t worry about why, you’ll just end up with a headache.” 

Bucky could barely hear the fireworks with you stood beside him, he was grateful for the distraction.  

You watched him curiously, admiring the immediate changes you could see in him. Two years ago, Bucky would never have considered having an animal near him, now he was raving about your fluffy white cat. 

You realised you’d been staring at one another for far too long and cleared your throat. “You wanna go for a walk, get away from the fireworks.” You asked, happy when he nodded and moved down the path towards the woods. 

You walked quietly beside one another as your mind raced, trying to find something to say but no words seemed to fit. 

“How’ve you been?” Bucky asked, his fingers lightly brushing over yours as his arm swung by his side. 

“Good, you?” 

“Yeah, good.” 

Everything went silent again, the low crack and whizz of the distant fireworks filling the air with tension. You were both terrified to speak again, to burst the friendly bubble. 

“I’m thinking of coming back to New York.” 

“I’m thinking of getting away from New York for a while.”  Bucky said, as you spoke at the same time. “Wait, you’re thinking of coming back?” 

“Yeah,” You laughed nervously, “and you’re leaving.” 

Bucky scoffed, stopping in his tracks to look down at you. “Well, our timing is perfect as always.” 

You tentatively took his hand in yours, running your fingertips over the top side of his hand. “Someone told me very recently that there’s a reason we seem to always find a way back to one another.” 

He stepped closer to you, lacing his fingers with yours, “and we can’t ignore that kind of love. Yeah, I got the same talk too, actually it’s all I’ve heard for weeks.” 

“That doesn’t really surprise me. Steve’s very persistent when he sets his sights on something.” 

“Sam too, honestly they’re insufferable sometimes.” You laughed at him.

“Sooooo where do we go from here?” 

Bucky studied your face, stepping closer to you. You were so close to one another, hands intertwined as you stared deeply into each other’s eyes. His Adam's apple strained against his throat as he swallowed a breath.

“I’d like to start over, if you’re willing. Do it properly this time, treat you the way you deserve to be treated.” He breathed shakily as the words slipped past his tongue. 

“I’d really like that.” You muttered, closing the distance between you as pressed your lips to his gently. His lips felt like heaven, but this time you had no guilt to weigh you down as your lips met. 

You pulled back, “So what’s this trip you’re thinking of taking?” You asked as you wandered off further into the woods. Bucky remained planted in the same spot as his fingers traced over his lips still feeling your lips on his. 

“Bucky, you alright?” You asked, turning back to look at him. 

His eyes met yours, worry filled you for a second as you thought you may have overstepped. You opened your mouth to speak but he held his hand up to stop you. 

“One second.” He uttered, closing the distance between you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body into his and crushed his lips onto yours. 

One taste of you had left him a starving man, it was like you’d awoken him from a deep sleep. He’d fixed himself in every way possible, but his life was still missing you, he needed you. 

He smiled when he felt you melt into the kiss, moving your lips against his. You clutched his t-shirt between your fingers keeping him close to you. When he pulled away from you, you breathed heavily, smiling at one another. 

“I’m not going anywhere without you, baby.” He uttered as he reconnected your lips once again. 

Fin. 

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There's Always One

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Avengers Reader

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Every wedding has at least one couple that can't seem to keep their hands to themselves and with Tony's wedding a mere 18 hours away, Sam sets up a wager to see which unfortunate couple will fall into the trap.

Warnings: 18+ MDI, contains Smut! Pet names, swearing, enemies to lovers, semi-public stuff, teasing, slight overstimulation, teensy bit of cock warming, getting caught.

Dividers by the fabulous @firefly-graphics and gifs by the wonderful @buckysbarnes

Masterlist

Sam Wilson has a theory about weddings; a theory that has yet to be proven wrong. He believes that weddings are breeding ground for slutty sex in some very weird places.

It was basically a universal truth in his mind.

Something unexplainable happened to wedding guests on someone else’s special day. He wasn’t sure what triggered it, whether it was watching a day filled with romance and love or something else entirely, but it turned people into animals.

He’d even fallen victim to this theory a few times over the years, which just further proved the point in his mind.

So with Tony and Pepper’s wedding day a mere 16 hours away; and with more Avenger’s at the compound than he’d ever seen before, he decided to pose a wager.

Tony’s wedding was expectedly set to be an extravagant affair and that meant that the compound was overrun with people, every spare room was taken, even extra beds had been set up in the communal areas. It was madness.

Sam had the perfect set up in the corner of the kitchen, his trusty white board right by his side. It had been a mission to get the board from the briefing room into the kitchen at the ass crack of dawn. But he’d managed to bribe Steve with the promise of a special delivery of his favourite pastries.

And now he was in the perfect position to take bets from all the avengers that passed through the room.

He’d caused quite a stir too, the kitchen was buzzing with excitement, Sam felt like he was amongst the hustle and bustle of wall street in the 30s. Not that he had any frame of reference for what that was like.

You and Peter wandered into the room, fresh from a training session. The smell of coffee and bacon lingered in the air almost hidden behind the low rumble of chatter from the mass of people crowded into the large room. It was like you’d stepped into a Starbucks straight off time’s square, it was heaving and you loved it.

You stood in the threshold of the room, admiring the familiar faces, catching glimpses of conversations from the small clusters formed around the room.

It was a welcomed change, the compound had been so quiet recently with so many of the team scattered around across worlds on different missions.

A loud, exacerbated sigh erupted as Bucky stepped into the room from behind you. He’d been even more closed off than usual, he was back to barely leaving his room, just like when he first started living at the compound. It was clear he wasn’t thrilled about having extra house guests.

“S’cuse me.” He grumbled, bumping his heavily vibranium shoulder into you as he brushed past you forcefully.

It caught you completely off guard, knocking your whole body into Peter. He managed to catch you, standing firmly and stopping the human dominoes that Bucky had almost started.

You shot Bucky a frown, muttering a soft apology to Peter as you straightened back up. “You forgot to say please.” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Oh did I?” He swivelled round to face you, feigning a sympathetic frown, pouting his perfectly plump pink lips. “I’m sorry, princess, I’m so so sorry you were standing in the doorway.”

Peter whistled lowly at Bucky, slowly backing away from the two of you, disappearing into the crowd of Avengers. A distance, have fun directed at you once he was out of sight.

“Manners cost nothing Bucky.” You reminded him, leaning up against the countertop opposite him.

Turning his back to you, he poured out a steaming cup of black coffee, finishing off all the liquid left in the pot.

“Neither does peace and quiet, but I don’t got any of that today either.” He grumbled, turning back to face you with a deep sigh. His eyes scanned uncomfortably over the crowd.

“God, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” You chuckled, budging him out of the way so you could make a fresh pot of coffee.

“Nope, just a crowded one, princess.” He exhaled from behind his coffee mug.

His breath caught in his throat at how close you stood to him, he could feel the heat radiating off your body. His eyes discreetly roamed over the curve of your hips.

As if you felt his stare on you, you met his gaze, noticing the pink tinge on his cheeks and the sheepish look he tried to hide in his expression.

He cleared his throat, the grumpy frown returning to his face, “you can’t tell me you enjoy this? Not being able to walk into a room without having to squeeze past at least six people. Everyone shouting over one another to be heard, it’s exhausting.”

“Actually, I do like it.” You smiled up at him.

“Course you do.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at him, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, princess.” He shook his at you, a secretive smile resting on his lips that boiled your blood.

You hated when he pretended to know something you didn’t. You knew he was doing it to get a rise out of you, he did nearly every time you spoke to him, and every time you fell for it and bit back.

“Would you stop it with that?” You snapped, voice raising loud enough that it echoed throughout the quieting room.

The loud ring of your voice seemed to capture the attention of everyone who hadn’t already been watching the tension rise between the two of you.

It wasn’t unusual for you and Bucky to end up in the position, bickering like children, anger bubbling in his cerulean eyes staring deeply into yours, your fists curled tightly, always ready to fight one another.

It had never boiled over to an actual physical fight, but you were constantly bickering. You could never agree on any topic, you didn't do it on purpose, you just saw the world so differently from him. Sometimes though you were almost certain he disagreed with you on purpose, it was like he enjoyed getting you all riled up.

Heavy breaths rippled through your chest, you felt uneasy being so close to him. Your bodies centimetres away from one another, it would be so easy for you to grab hold of his neck and kiss his slightly chapped plump pink lips.

His oceanic eyes are almost completely overcast by his black pupils as his hot breath fanned unevenly over your cheeks.

The thought of kissing him shocked you entirely, your whole body frozen by the idea. It had never remotely crossed your mind before and now it was the only thing you could think of. A foreign set of nerves fluttered in your stomach, your heart beating erratically in your chest.

Peter cleared his throat in the most painfully awkward manner, catching your attention and pulling it away from the six foot super soldier that towered over you aggressively.

All eyes in the room were on the two of you, a sea of Avengers gaped at the scene you’d caused with smirks on their faces. The overwhelming silence defused whatever was teetering on the edge of exploding.

“Well now I definitely know who my money’s on.” Sam smirked, playfully digging his elbow into Peter’s ribs.

“What are you talking about Sam?” Bucky huffed, directing his irritated stare in his direction.

Sam’s eyes flickered between you and Bucky, barely able to contain his amusement. Finally nodding his head sideways to push your attention off of him.

You gazed to his left, taking note of the very large white board standing beside him. On the board was a grid drawn out in marker, a list of names all in the left most column. Yours' and Bucky’s names were amongst other pairings such as, Wanda and Vision, Steve and Nat, Kate and Yelena.

Everyone’s names appeared at least once on the board, some likely pairings, others didn’t make any sense at all. Yours’ and Bucky’s included.

In the next column was a tally, the two of you so far seemed to have the highest with seven strikes next to your names, whilst most of the other rows had one or two at most.

You were completely lost and growing more uncomfortable with each passing second. Carefully, you inched your body away from Bucky’s, creating a safe distance between you and him. The image of his lips on yours still plaguing your mind.

“What's going on Sam?”

“What the hell is that?” Bucky fumed, words flying out in time with your own question.

Sam’s smirk grew into a wide, mischievous grin, “well, my argumentative friends.”

He took a long pause, purposefully dragging this whole ordeal out longer than necessary. He could barely contain himself, he was bursting with excitement and praying you were hanging off his every word.

“With the wedding less than a day away and all of our team in one place for the first time in god knows how long. I thought it would be fun to test out a little theory I’ve had for a while.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam’s theatrics, growing more impatient with each passing second. And although Sam was enjoying himself immensely, he could see the anxiety eating away at you and the rage building in Bucky’s eyes.

So he continued because he didn’t feel like starting world war three over a fun little game. “So I’ve started a wager for who’s most likely to have sex at the wedding.”

“A what?”

“Excuse me?”

“A sex wager, I think at least one unlikely or likely pair will end up in a cupboard having sex at the wedding.” He grinned, “It’s practically a scientific theory.”

Your eyes scanned over the board once again, your brain connected the dots slowly. You and Bucky had the most votes out of everyone on the board.

That wasn’t good.

The blood drained from your face, everything went cold, your ears burnt uncomfortably. That’s why everyone was staring at your little scene.

“And you all think it’s gonna be me and Bucky?” You asked, barely able to contain your shock as dread settled in your stomach.

“That some kind of sick joke?” Bucky waved off Sam dismissively. “We can’t be in the same room for more than five minutes without arguing.”

“Whilst that may be true, I honestly think you both just need to relieve some tension.” Sam nodded understandingly, his shit eating grin never once faltering.

“That’s not funny Sam.” Bucky growled, his hands curled into fists by his sides, his jaw clenched uncomfortably. “Fuck the lot of you and your childish little game.“ He grumbled, “well except for you.” He sniggered at you as he stalked out of the kitchen, ignoring the hoots and hollers that followed him as he left.

Your eyes scanned over your friends and teammates, unable to hide your disappointment as you met many jovial gazes. “Nice guys, real nice.” You muttered lowly and followed after Bucky, storming out in an almost identical fashion.

You immediately jumped into your feelings, hating how exposed you felt after that whole ordeal. It wasn’t fun being the top shelf choice for the team’s gossip mill.

You understood Bucky’s point, you were feeling socially suffocated very suddenly. Embarrassment nipped at your fingers as you sought out some solitude away from everyone else.

Your body collided with a hard body as you entered the darker hallway. Caught off guard completely, you gasped as you fell backward, but two large hands splayed across your hips steadying you.

You knew who it was by the cold metal fingertips that dug into your skin with careful strength. It didn’t stop you from peering up at Bucky timidly and mumbling an inaudible apology as he let go of you.

“S’okay.” He grumbled, leaning against the wall with a heavy huff. “Was just about to go back in there and give them a piece of my mind.”

“Don’t worry about them, I think all the excitement for the wedding is just going to their heads.” You spoke softly, resting against the wall beside him, you fiddled with your fingers nervously.

“yeah well wish they wouldn��t stick their noses in my business.” He sighed,

“I know it’s not nice, but-”

“But what? Why are you even out here? We’re not friends, you don’t need to pretend to care and console me, Princess.” He snapped.

You were already licking your wounds over the kitchen incident and his words only served to cut you deeper. You drew away from him, shocked that he’d speak to you so cruelly, of course you bickered but it was never nasty.

You met his gaze, sadness and shock meeting surprise and regret. Bucky opened his mouth tentatively, ready to backtrack but you held your hands up and the words died on his lips.

“You’re right, we’re not friends. Sorry I even bothered.” You glowered and stormed off in the direction of your bedroom.

“Fuck. I’m such an asshole.” Bucky groaned and cursed quietly as he watched you walk away, his body slumping further down the wall.

The ceremony the next day was so beautiful. Tony and Pepper were pulled into their own little world as they spoke their vows to one another, barely aware of all the guests they’d invited.

There wasn’t a dry eye among the team. Wanda had been the first one to start weeping quietly, soft sniffles came from the row in front of you as she snuggled into Vision lovingly. And just like that, the dominoes fell and one by one you were all in tears.

It was no surprise that the party was extravagant and entirely over the top, loud and yet elegant. It perfectly represented Tony and Pepper.

The food, the speeches and the first dance seemed to whiz by in a total blur. You had a feeling Tony had something to do with that, he always loved a party, especially when it was celebrating him.

It didn’t take away from the day at all though, it was a truly magical day, so full of love. You were honoured to be a part of it, but it was almost impossible to think about yourself and your situation.

It made you think of how your wedding day might go one day, when you were ready. You would love to meet your equal, the person that balanced you out and kept you grounded. That person that lifted you up and challenged you to be a better person.

To marry and spend the rest of your life with that person. It all seemed so dreamy, but being at the wedding without a date, just served as a reminder that it was far off into the future.

Just as the first cheesy dance song came on and everyone rushed to the dance floor, you moved swiftly in the other direction. Desperate to avoid rehashing the Macarena incident with Thor, you slipped out into the gardens unbeknownst to the rest of the party.

The early spring chill that embraced your body was a welcome change to the stuffy, sweaty air inside.

You slowly breathed in your surrounding area, enjoying the peaceful contrast of the outside world. Trees littered the outer edge of the land’s perimeter.

The gardens were sectioned into three areas, to the left was a courtyard area with the most expensive garden furniture you’d ever laid eyes on. In the middle was a beautifully carved, white stone fountain, it reminded you of a similar one you'd seen on a mission in Italy.

To the right was a rose garden, hidden behind tall stone walls. The pink and orange roses peeked out between the walls, sparkled under the soft light of the moon. The soft scent of the roses pulled you in that direction, enveloping your senses.

You wandered down the dimly lit pathway towards the bushes, stepping in time with the heavy base of the music inside, the soft rush of the fountain calming your mind completely.

You stared up at the night’s sky, smiling up at the distant twinkling stars as you crossed the threshold, too distracted to notice that you weren’t alone.

You wandered straight past him, wandering further into the bushes, you bent down and plucked the head of an orange rose from the stem. You brought the flower to your nose and inhaled the dreamy scent, smiling to yourself.

“I don’t think the grounds people are gonna be happy to find the rose stem missing the flower tomorrow.” Bucky called out, clearing his throat softly and drawing your attention from the flower over to him.

He was hidden behind one of the walls, barely visible in shadows and against a backdrop of dark green ivy leaves. In this light his black suit, blending into the leaves so easily.

“With Tony as the guest of honour for the party, I think a missing flower is the least of their worries.” You chuckled quietly, wandering back down the path. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were out here, I’ll leave you.”

“No, no it’s fine, honestly.” He grabbed your hand gently engulfing it in his, keeping you from moving further. “ I just didn’t want to scare you because you were pretty engrossed in everything else.” He smiled at you, reluctantly letting go of your hand.

You were somewhat suspicious of how kind he was being, but it was a nice change from being at each other’s throat all the time. So you played along.

“Yeah, sometimes I find myself getting really lost in the details of nature, it’s all so beautiful. Especially the stars, they’re so pretty, don’t you think?”

“Hmm… I’ve never really taken too much notice of them.” Bucky replied, gazing up as you had just been doing and smiled as the stars glittered in his pale blue eyes.

“I do. My mum always used to say I spent too much time with my head up in the clouds as a kid, but I never really saw it as a bad thing. ” You murmured, your eyes back on the sky, not noticing the way Bucky’s eyes sparkled at you.

The rose bushes swayed in time with music as a sharp gust of wind billowed through the gardens. The cold air settled over your skin, goosebumps pebbled on your bare shoulders and arms. You rubbed your arms softly as the chill ran down your spine.

“Here, take my jacket.” He said, shrugging it off and placing it on your shoulders before you even had a chance to protest. The smell of his woody aftershave welcomed you like an old friend.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, popping your stolen orange rose into the top pocket of his jacket.

“So what brings you out into the cold? Bored of all the people yet?” He smirked, rolling his eyes as someone opened the door to the party and a rush of warm air and loud voices fell out into the peaceful garden.

“Just got a little overwhelming, after the kitchen incident yesterday I kinda saw what you meant about how crowded everything felt.”

“Oh yeah? Why the change of heart, princess?” He was taunting you, arrogant bastard was goading you into another argument. You instantly regretted being so candid with him as you met his smirking gaze.

“Would it kill you to be nice to me for once? I was agreeing with you and you still used it as an opportunity to be an ass!” You huffed, turning away from in and back in the direction of the party.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, okay?” His metal fingertips wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back behind the wall, this time he didn’t let go of you. “I just didn’t think that little miss perfect Avenger had any flaws.” He mumbled, looking at the contrast between his metal hand and your supple skin.

“I’m not a little miss perfect, Buck.” You breathed, painfully aware of how close you were to one now. “You’re an ass.”

“I know,” he smiled, pulling his lip between his teeth. “You’re just so cute when you get all worked up.”

“Cute?”

“Yeah, cute.”

“Thought you didn’t like me?” You broke away from his gaze momentarily, unsure of the nerves that stirred in your stomach.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, princess. You’re still a pain in the ass, but I still think you’re cute.” He chuckled, his cool metal thumb ran over your wrist, softly tracing your veins. You felt your bodies grow even closer, your breath hitched in your throat.

You smell his minty breath on your face, mingling with your own. You dared to look into his eyes again, but he was too busy staring at your lips. “Bucky…” you trailed off.

The words floated right out of your brain as his other hand settled on your hip, squeezing your flesh firmly.

You were both frozen in the moment, breathing in the other person, trying to decide what the next step was.

You so desperately didn’t want to prove Sam right, but at this very moment it didn’t seem to matter all that much. Sam wasn’t here, Bucky was and he looked like the perfect fix.

It could be terrible, it could be the worst kiss of your life, or it could be everything you needed to calm the thoughts of loneliness the wedding had stirred up.

Maybe, just maybe, Bucky could be the answer to all your problems, at least for tonight that is.

You took the plunge, wrapping your fingers around his tie and closing the final piece of distance between your bodies and connected your lips with his.

Although he was surprised, Bucky kissed you back instantly, his grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you into him. And then he pulled away, bewildered and hungry for more.

“What are you doing?” He asked breathlessly, terrified by the rapid way his heart beat in its cage. Ignoring the instant yearning he felt to have his lips pressed to yours again.

“Losing this sex wager and trying to blow of some steam, you wanna argue with me on this too?” It was your turn to smirk, you held all the cards. It was rare that you got to see Bucky all flustered, it was usually you in this position.

A beat passed, heavy breaths heaved from his chest before his hands cupped your face roughly and crashed his lips into yours. It was a clash of teeth and tongues as your mouths moved against one another, so much passion thrown into a very unexpected kiss.

He crowded your space, forcing you back against the ivy covered wall. Windy twigs and sharp leaves stabbed into your skin, the protection of your dress and his jacket did nothing to help.

“Ow, oh that’s sharp.” You exclaimed, breaking away from his lips.

“Switch places with me.”

You compiled without any argument, reconnecting your lips with force. He pulled your lip between his teeth, tugging your mouth open and slipped his tongue into your mouth as his back pressed the bushes too.

“Oh fuck, I see what you mean.” He muttered against your lips, hissing in pain.

“Are you agreeing with me on something?” You giggled, pecking his lips softly.

“Don’t make me regret it, princess.” He growled lowly. Shiver erupted in your body, sending a shockwave down to your pussy. Usually you detested that nickname, but when he said it like that it made your body tremble and your thighs clench in anticipation.

“What shall we do?” You purred sweetly. Bucky groaned, resting his forehead against yours, the undeniable need evident in your tone made his head spin. He surveyed the area, noting that the wall on the other side of the path was completely bare. It wasn’t as concealed but it was better than being stabbed in the back.

“I have an idea.” He murmured, pressing his lips against yours as his hands slipped around your body and under your thighs. He picked you up off the ground with ease, you wrapped your legs around his beefy torso.

He carried you over to the bare wall, holding you up against it. He groaned as your dress pushed up over your thighs and he caught sight of your lace panties.

This wall was lower than the other one, the lights from the party skimmed the top of your hairline. You could see the shadows of people moving inside from the corner of your eye, you could hear the doors opening and shutting.

There was so much risk doing it here, and it made you want to do it even more. You kissed him harder, your fingers laced into the roots of his soft brown locks and tugged roughly. A groan escaped his lips and he pulled away, exposing his neck to you.

You kissed his cheek, along his jawline and down his neck, sucking and nipping at his skin and he pushed you harder into the wall. Soft moans fell from his lips with each movement of your lips.

You ground your hips into his, feeling his heavy length dig into you deliciously. His hands ran along your thighs, squeezing your soft flesh, stopping right at the hem of your dress, inches away from where you needed him most.

“Buck!” You whimpered, nudging your nose against his neck, “stop teasing.”

“Fuck you sound so pretty, Princess.” He growled.

“Bucky…” You whined again, kissing him hard as his fingers continue to tease along your panty line, softly tracing the outline of your clit ever so slightly.

“Yeah Princess?”

“Fuck me, please.” You dug your nails into his scalp and tugged again.

“You keep talking like that and playing with my hair and I’ll do anything for you.” He groaned, as his hands fiddled with his belt and shimmied his pants down far enough to pull his cock from his pants.

You gasped quietly as precum leaked from his tip, “fuck you’re big.” You whimpered, head falling into the crook of his neck.

He breathed out a strained laugh, his hot breath fanning over your cheek. His hand traced your inner thigh, setting alight to your stomach as he pulled your panties to the side. His fingers glided through your wet folds, gathering your slick on pads of his fingers and spreading your wetness over his thick cock.

You watched his every action, mesmerised by his actions as little gasps escaped your lips.

“Ready for me, Princess?” He groaned, lining his member up with your entrance. You nodded frantically, pleading for him softly.

He began to push into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size, but you were too desperate, you needed more. You ground your hips down, pushing yourself down until he bottomed out. The way he stretched you was heavenly, you couldn't hold back your moans.

He pulled back, leaving you feeling empty only to thrust back inside you deeply and quickly, his hips meeting yours. “You feel so good, princess.”

“So do you, Buck.” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly as he thrust up into you slowly.

With each pump of his cock, he picked up his pace, thrusting deep and quick, keeping you full. You met his hips with your own, bouncing up and down, scratching the soft material of his suit jacket against the rough wall.

He placed his lips onto yours, moving messily against your mouth, your noses bumping against one another as he drove into you at a brutal speed. He rested his forehead against yours, as his ice cold metal fingertips teased your legs again.

You were floating on cloud nine, quickly ascending towards your own personal heaven as he hit your spongy spot over and over again.

“No more fighting, it’s so exhausting.” You moaned, “next time you start finding me annoying, let’s just do this instead.”

“Oh princess, I’ll never leave this tight little hole if that’s the deal you wanna strike.” He groaned, you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, involuntarily clenching around his length. “Fuck that’s good, your milking my cock baby.”

He finally stopped his teasing and pressed his fingers against your clit, he flicked and rubbed and pulled at your bundle of nerves, pushing you just a little bit closer.

Your head fell forwards onto his shoulder, moaning loudly as he relentlessly worked your over, tracing a figure of eight into your pearl.

Stars erupted behind your closed lids, you trembled in his hold, shaking as you came hard.

“That’s it Princess.” He groaned as you clamped down around him, his pumped into you messily a few more times before following over the edge and filling you to the brim with his seed.

Your heavy breaths mingled in the small space between you, you both remained completely still as you came back down to earth.

“Fuck that was amazing.” Bucky muttered, kissing your hairline tenderly.

You sighed contentedly, pressing your lips to his jawline. His fingers guided your face upwards to meet his gaze and smiled at you sweetly. His lips found yours, moving slowly this time, no rush, no anger, he was just enjoying you.

“Ah come on guys!” Peter’s voice cut through the moment and startled you both. “I purposely didn’t bet on you two!”

You peaked your head over Bucky’s shoulder, trying not to think about the fact that his hard cock was still buried deep inside you and it was showing no signs of softening any time soon.

“Kinda ruining a moment Peter.” Bucky chuckled, his shining eyes never veering from your face as the moonlight illuminated your features.

“And seeing your bare ass was a treat for us?” Sam laughed, turning away from the scene.

“Go away please.” You squeaked, hiding in Bucky’s chest, resisting the groan caught in your throat as his cock shifted inside you.

“Okay lovebirds, we’ll leave you to it. I’ve got some money to collect anyways.” Sam sang, pulling Peter away from the two of you.

“There’s never any privacy with this team.” Bucky grumbled, slowly he began rocking his hips back and forth, smiling at the way your eyes fluttered closed.

“You got that right.” you moaned, fingertips gripping his shoulders.

“You agreeing with me princess?” He smirked.

“Don’t make me regret it, Bucky.”

“So you wanna get outta here and go back to compound, rather than facing the team? He continued his soft movements, barely moving inside you but your sensitive walls gripped him like a vice.

“I like the sound of that.” He smiled at you, pecking your lips.

“Look at us agreeing on so many things this evening.” You ground your hips into his again, in no rush to go anywhere. “It’s like we were meant to be doing this all along instead.”

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