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Top Gun: Maverick

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

The Orange. ❁

You and Jake share an orange. He's in love with you.

For Eternity. (Part 2 of The Orange.)

You and Jake share an orange. He's never loved you more.

North Star. ❁

It's New Year's Eve. Jake is tired of waiting.

I Know Places.

Jake always joked that he'd kill for you. One fateful day, he does just that.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin & Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Why Choose?

A drunken game of spin the bottle gets a little heated. Why choose, when you can have both?

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Dr Cupid.

Mickey Garcia passes out in hospitals. Luckily, this time there's a pretty nurse there to catch him.

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Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Lessons in Love. ❁

Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you.

Honey Girl. ✯❁

The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Trick or Treat.

You love Halloween. Bucky loves you.

Rest Had Seemed The Sweetest Thing.

Bucky's slowly learning that love isn't a finite resource. aka, Bucky's first Christmas.

Stucky

Letters to the Moon.

Steve is gone. The love you and Bucky have for him isn't.

Wishbone.

You meet Bucky and Steve while on the run. The three of you quickly learn that nothing is more violent than love.

Frank Castle

There's Always Tomorrow.

Frank knows you better than you know yourself. It's a blessing and a curse.

Multi Talented. ❁

Frank shows you exactly what you deserve.

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Criminal Minds

Luke Alvez

Wherever You Are. That's Where Home Is.

Luke might be a mind reader. Only with you, though.

Vice. ❁

Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.

Spencer Reid

Web of Lies. ✯

Spencer Reid has always been good at keeping secrets. You just never thought he'd keep one from you.

Cowboy!Spencer ✯

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Narcos

Javier Peña

Self Control. ❁

Javi keeps refusing himself what he wants. One night puts everything into perspective.

Yes, Mr President.

There's an endless amount of things you shouldn't do as the President of the United States. Defiling the Oval Office is definitely one of them.

Western Nights. ✯

You don't expect to bump into your dad's best friend Javier in a church basement on the outskirts of town. You also didn't expect to fall in love with him. Life seems to be full of surprises - and Javier was the biggest surprise of all.

Jealousy, Jealousy. ❁

Javier Peña doesn't share.

Two Murphy's and a Peña.

Javier knows Steve's sister is off limits. He's never been one to follow the rules.

After Hours.

You and Javier are stuck in the office in the middle of a heatwave. You're hot in more ways than one.

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Triple Frontier

Time. ❁

You get shot in Colombia. Frankie, Benny, Santiago and Will each have their own ways of helping you heal.

Tethered. ❁

The lines of friendship blur when you’re this close. Also known as - each of the times you’ve kissed Benny, Frankie, Santiago and Will.

Tranquility.

You're not good at keeping secrets from the boys. Turns out, Will isn't either.

Home Is Where The Heart Is.

They say home is where the heart is. Your heart belongs to the four boys you call your best friends. Also known as - four important times the guys told you they loved you.

Will Miller

Champagne Fuelled Confessions.

You come home drunk, and have something burning you need to tell Will.

Best Friend's Brother.

You've known Benny for years. You've had a crush on his brother Will for years, too.

Frankie Morales

Find You.

A bad date brings Frankie Morales to your door at the perfect time.

Rain Soaked Romantic.

Frankie will run across town in the rain if it means finally telling you how he feels.

Santiago Garcia

This Is The Way It Always Goes.

Santiago always comes crawling back. You convince yourself this is the last time - but you both know that's not true.

Precious Girl.

A chance meeting with your Dad's best friend at 2am.

Benny Miller

Adrenaline.

Ben needs a way to work off his post match energy. You.

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The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Pretty When You Cry. ❁

Joel realises his morals are fucked. You realise you like it.

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Succession

Stewy Hosseini

Clandestine. ✯

You and Stewy know it's wrong. So why, pray tell, does it feel so right?

Fully Clothed.

Being Stewy's assistant has its perks.

Consequence.

Stewy's actions have unexpected consequences.

Needy.

You've been waiting all day for Stewy to get home. He loves it.

Play Pretend.

The classic fake dating trope, with a twist.

The Place Where It All Began.

You reunite with Stewy at your high school reunion. Turns out, he's been waiting for you, all this time.

Risky.

The thrill of being caught makes it all the more exciting.

Kendall Roy

Me and You.

You quit as Kendall's assistant. He's been waiting for this day.

Illicit Affair.

You're Matssons wife. You're also in love with Kendall Roy.

Forced Proximity.

The classic only one bed trope, this time with your emotionally unavailable boss.

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The Bear

Carmen Berzatto

The Roommate Collection. ✯❁

A collection of fics based on being roommates with Carmen.

Vienna.✯

Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

Carmen. ❁

Carmen. Your Carmen.

Denial. ❁

Carmy can’t keep pretending.

Mechanic!Carmen.

Inspired by that picture of JAW in a crop top.

Perfectionist. ❁

Your boyfriend being a professional chef has its perks. Especially when it comes to gingerbread houses.

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9-1-1

Evan Buckley

Lightning Strike. ❁

The two of you deal with the aftermath of Bucks trauma.

Fire Hazard. ❁

The story of your firehouse nickname - and Buck unable to handle you in a sundress.

Evan Buckley & Eddie Diaz

The Look of Love. ❁

You, Buck and Eddie are absolutely, undeniably, head over heels in love with each other. It seems like everyone can see it except for the three of you.

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Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Heatwave. ❁

You cut Jax's hair. He can't keep his hands to himself.

Sundress Season.

It’s sundress season. Jax can’t keep his hands to himself (again).

Filip 'Chibs' Telford

Teach Me How to Ride.

Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

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Miscellaneous

Steve Harrington

Cherry. ✯❁

The lines of friendship get a little blurry, one unassuming Friday night in December.

Someone Borrowed, Someone Blue.

Alexa, Play Go There With You  ~ Bucky’s been having a hard time being okay with your work schedule now that you’re pregnant. An arguments ensues and after you only have one thing on your mind, so Alexa helps you set the mood.

There’s Been A Misunderstanding ~ You’ve been distant with Bucky, and he just wants to fix whatever it is that’s keeping you away from him. Little does he know, it has everything to do with your encounter with a nosy red headed assassin you’ve gotten the wrong idea about.

You Again? ~ Nat’s friend is having a bake sale and Natasha wants the Avengers to show their support. But a certain soldier already knows you from somewhere, and well... you’re not the happiest to see him.

Long Distance Teasing HC ~  How I feel like the Avengers would react to teasing (nudes + dirty pics)  from their s/o over the phone while they’re away.

I’ll Take Care Of It Series

I’ll Take Care Of It ~ You’ve enlisted the help of Nat, Bucky, Steve and Bruce to keep Bucky unaware about your hospitalization. News flash, it doesn’t go very well.

Whatever It Takes ~  Bucky reverts to his old ways during a visit with your ex.

I’ll Take Care Of You ~  Bucky comes to see you in the hospital.

Nurse Bucky On Duty (HC) ~  Bucky assigns himself as your nurse after you’re released from the hospital. The signs read only insanely loving and smothering boyfriend antics ahead.

Taking Care Of Us ~ Your ex has left more bruises than the ones you can see ~ You finally get your hat in the mail stirring up all the feelings you thought you were done with, even though they’re not done with you.

Shy!Reader Reactions HC ~ How I feel like the Avengers would act when their partner doesn’t give them the reaction they want during sex/ gets reader out of their shell/ reacts to a shy partner in bed.

Let Me ~ You and Bucky shower together, and you give Bucky treatment he hasn’t had in a long time. ~ Or~ The first time you wash Bucky’s hair.

Different Types of Sex ~ Different types of sex I feel like Bucky has with his s/o.

It Takes Two Series 

It Takes Two ~  Steve brings his buddy to his favorite Coffee Shop to finally show him the girl he can’t stop raving about.

It Takes Two Pt. 2 ~  It turns out that you do need a ride, and Steve and Bucky are more than happy to give you one.

It Takes Two Pt. 3 ~  Bucky and Steve make you eat your words… and other things.

Avengers Aftercare HC ~   How the Avengers care for you after blowing your back out aka how the Avengers do aftercare.

Avengers Boyfriends HC ~   The kind of boyfriends Steve, Bucky and Bruce are.

The Simple Things ~  Your sister is in town and Bucky’s been feeling a little forgotten about.

“Baby, I Fucking Love You.” ~  It’s been a long time of you secretly crushing on your best friend Bucky, and you finally decide to leave New York for a new beginning. Bucky also makes a decision.

Gentle Giant ~ You and your neighbor Bucky have will we, won’t we thing going on and you devise a plan to get him to tell you how he feels. It doesn’t go according to plan, or does it? - Or- Shy, beefy, neighbor!Bucky confesses his feelings.

Remind(h)er:  Bucky lets his insecurities get to him when he sees one of Tony’s friends flirting with you, all he needs is a little reminder.

Remind(h)er Part Two: The aftermath of getting your ass in that back seat lol.

When You Fall (Avengers HC) ~  You have a habit of overexerting yourself, and your boyfriend is here to catch you when you fall.

Not So Much friends ~  You and Bucky make the team sick to their stomachs with this little oblivious thing y’all have got going.

I Can Handle It ~  Bucky only says what he means, and means exactly what he says. It’s about time you learn that. Or -  A friendly night out leads to Bucky teaching you how to follow directions.

Lucky Ladybug Series

Lucky Ladybug ~  Bucky is a perfect father... to a baby girl who isn’t here yet.

Pity Pancakes ~  You only want pancakes if they’re genuine. / Tony and Steve talk too much, and you’re too pregnant, and too fragile to not be babied so now it’s Bucky to the rescue.

Enemies ~  Bucky hates that fucking pillow.

Mishaps on the Road ~ A rocky road and Bucky’s driving, what’s the worse that could happen? I mean the best...? In which a road pleasures you better than Bucky ever could.

Special To Me Series 

Special To Me ~  Firsts are the worsts, especially when neither you or your devoted boyfriend Bucky are seeing the other’s point of view.

Especially ~  Bucky would think everything was cleared up, especially after what he said.

Work In Progress ~  Things aren’t perfect but it’s a work in progress and damn sure better than last time. 

Best Bad Luck Series 

Best Bad Luck {Part I}  ~  You two have everything. The life you’ve always wanted; the love, the beautiful girls. Everything except each other.

{Part II} ~ You and Bucky’s past, present, and what could be a damn good future.

{Part III} ~ Things are finally the way they should be.

Too Good  ~ You sound insane, you sound absolutely, positively insane when you tell your friends that you’re avoiding your amazing tinder date like the plague because… he fucks too good?

Speechless ~ Bucky can’t focus on gently destroying you because you happen think he’s... pretty?

All for You ~  Bucky’s not speechless anymore, actually he’s saying exactly what you need him to. ~ In which you get jealous and Bucky lets you know there’s absolutely no reason to be.

Lights On ~  You make a request that Bucky doesn’t like and he says his peace ~ Reader is feeling a bit body conscious and Bucky’s decided that just ain’t okay.

Can We Talk? ~ The paparazzi has got Bucky stuck in a situation he shouldn’t be. So groveling and good ole’ music apologies, and love confessions seem like a good use of his time, all while you’re at work of course.

Long Run (Series) ~  

 {Chapter I} - Not Nice Meeting You:  Bucky’s has become privy to a new neighbor and she’s full of surprises.

{Chapter 2} - By Chance, On Purpose: After weeks, Bucky has another chance encounter with his snarky neighbor by chance... and on purpose of course.

Soon As I Get Home ~  You leave Bucky at home for a night out and he has some fun of his own; but not enough. Not nearly enough. So he’s giving you a call to tell you exactly how he feels.

Tell Me ~  You and Bucky like each other, a lot. But in a match made in idiot heaven you don’t think he could ever and he thinks the same. When becomes privy to some sensitive information he decides its time to turn the tides. In which reader is Tony’s niece and he best friend is a secret spewing loud mouth.

Tell Me {Part II}~ To be a good boyfriend, Bucky’s sure he’s got to keep his dick in his pants. To be a good girlfriend you wouldn’t be mad that Bucky wants to keep his dick in his pants. Except he’s barely holding on and you’re starting to wonder if your boyfriend ever wants you in the way you want him. Or the one where Bucky thinks he’s proving his love to you by staying sex-talk abstinent and you think Bucky is starting to lose all the gall he had a month ago. You’re both wrong and only sex can make it right.

Loving You ~  In which Bucky is trying to find the words to tell you how much he loves you and failingly succeeds… (with his dick in your spleen).

Avengers D%&k HC ~ Let's headcannon what kind of dick the Avengers have, shall we?

That One Avengers Ass HC ~  The Avengers Men and your ass. I really don’t know what else to say. (Or we could stop pretending this hc has a plot or purpose or anything of the sort!)

Gotta Start to Finish~  You shouldn’t have gotten involved with Bucky knowing you couldn’t handle it if things got serious. So you left before he could, but Buck deserves a goodbye. Except a goodbye is the furthest thing from his mind.

Too Much (Not Enough) ~ You’re doing a mercy breakup because Bucky doesn’t like you but he’s too much of a gentleman to take out the trash and Bucky.

Missin’ U ~  Bucky’s missed you, and you missed Buck. A whole lot of missin’ going on.

Don't Need You (Wanting You is Enough) ~ Bucky’s PTSD is developing itself in bouts of night sweats and he’s not coping well with his symptoms beginning to affect him as much as you. You both just have to reassure one another this is for the long run. 

Comfortable (Loving You Forever) ~  Bucky loves the comfort of being completely known by you. The whole ordeal makes him want to love you for the rest of eternity (and also makes him want to grope you in the back of an alley)

If only Addison could hear your thoughts now. She’d tease you for not living it up and enjoying the single life. Nothing new.

Your mouth fell open as you walked into the living room, but no sound came out as you skidded to a stop. Your heart nearly burst out of your chest and plummeted to your stomach at the same time as your phone fell from your hand. It was like you couldn't breathe. Because a man was sitting on your sofa.

And you lived alone.

“What…” you exhaled, no louder than a whisper.

The man didn't speak as he stared at you. He didn't even blink. The staring contest gave you a moment to take in his appearance. Intimidating even though he was sitting, his dark suit looked tailored to perfection on his broad frame. Dark brown hair framed his face and matched the stubble on his face, with the exception of a few gray hairs. The dangerous glint in his hard blue eyes did little to put you at ease, but there was something soft there as well.

In any other circumstance, you would've said he was handsome.

You bent down to pick up your phone before he let out a tsk, a subtle warning for you not to try anything. “Who are you? Why are you in my home?” You asked as you straightened up, hoping your tone didn't betray how terrified you were.

Nothing looked out of place. If he was there to rob you, there wasn't much worth taking. While you weren't struggling, you were far from rich.

He smirked and leaned back further into the cushion, his eyes roving over your body. You hadn't noticed right away, but the hand draped on the back of the sofa appeared to be metal. Or was it a glove? He didn't have to stand for you to know he was larger than you. If things got physical, you wouldn't stand a chance.

“Okay…” If he wasn't going to give you any sort of answer or clue as to who he was or why he was there, you’d just leave. You could go to a neighbor’s place or Addison’s to call the cops. But he didn't seem to like it when you took a step back since he pinned you with a glare and crooked his finger, beckoning you to go to him.

Your legs wobbled with the first step, but you righted yourself as you continued to move forward. If he noticed your misstep, he didn't acknowledge it. You swallowed, worried that bile would rise to your throat from how sick you felt when you stopped in front of him. That feeling only grew when he leaned in to grip your waist and roughly pulled you toward him.

A scream escaped this time around, but his hand clamped over your mouth to smother the sound. The cold fear that trickled down your spine would stick with you for days to come as he pulled you onto his lap and shook his head with another tsk. There was no mistaking the evident lust in his gaze as his eyes bore into yours.

What was he going to do to you?

You put your hands on his shoulders to push yourself away, but the hand on your hip held you tighter. You squirmed in his lap before you brushed against the outline of his cock, your body stiffening when he let out a low groan. With wide eyes, you decided moving wasn't a wise decision.

“Keep moving your hips if you want, but don't scream again,” he warned, his deep voice rumbling from his chest as you breathed through your nose. “There’s time for that later.”

Blood rushed to your ears as your heart pounded faster. You wished you could've stopped the tears from filling your eyes, but you weren't that strong. Was he going to hurt you? Kill you? If so, why?

The brunette cooed as a tear slid down your cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you, okay? But I will gag you if I remove my hand and you scream again,” he promised, his tone lighter than a moment ago. “Blink once if you promise not to scream.”

You blinked, another tear falling from your eye.

A pleased look crossed his face when he removed his hand and you complied. “Good girl,” he whispered and you ignored the new kind of shiver that rolled down your spine. “I didn't mean to startle you, but I couldn't wait any longer to see you.”

You exhaled as he used his thumb to wipe the tears away, your body still stiff as you focused on trying to stay calm. Couldn't wait to see you? You had never seen this man before in your life. “Who are you and what do you want?”

“My name is Bucky Barnes. And don't worry. I already know your name.” He smirked as he rested his hand on your cheek. You managed not to flinch at his calloused touch. “Did you have fun at my club?”

Confusion flickered in your gaze. “What?”

“My club, The 107th. I own it. Did you have fun?” He asked again, looking at you expectantly.

The 107th was the most luxurious and expensive nightclub in the city. Chic and glamorous in design with a friendly staff who waited on people hand and foot, you felt like royalty as you hung out in the VIP section. The upscale venue wasn't one you frequented often. In fact, you had only been once.

For Addison’s bachelorette party.

“Y-Yeah,” you replied, still confused as to what he wanted. “It’s a nice club.”

He hummed, his thumb brushing across your trembling lip. “I’m glad to hear it, but you didn't seem to have as much ‘fun’ as your friends. Did you?”

You nursed your drink as you gazed out at the dancefloor from your seat. The place was packed, the strobe lights flashing over the crowd in various hues as they grinded to the beat. You adjusted the hem of your short black dress as you debated going out to dance. You decided against it since you weren't looking to hook up.

“Come on! Another shot!” Addison yelled, adjusting her tiara on her head. She was lucky the “bride to be” sash was still on straight. “Shot, shot, sh-sh-sh-shot!”

You giggled as she plopped down beside you. “I did a shot. I'm fine,” you hollered back.

Your best friend grumbled something you couldn't make out as she put her head on your shoulder. “But you aren't even driving.”

“I don't want to deal with a hangover tomorrow,” you argued, thanking the server as she brought another bottle.

“Ugh. If you won't drink, at least get laid,” Addison whined a little. “You're wearing a slutty black dress and everything.”

You looked around at the group. Addison was the only one in white since she was the bride. Everyone else wore black. They looked great, but you weren't dressed to get any sort of attention.

“Yeah! Get fucked!” Dana shouted.

“Is that encouragement or an insult?” You teased, glancing at the small blinking light in the corner of the VIP section. You didn't notice it before.

“Raise your hand if you think our girl should get laid!” Addison announced, raising her hand high and spilling some of her drink on the seat. “Whoops.”

The group raised their hands as you attempted to clean up the small mess. “I’m not hooking up with anyone tonight,” you said to their disappointment. “This night isn't about me and my love life.”

“Your love life? Babe, it doesn't exist!” Addison grabbed your left hand and held it up to stare at your bare ring finger. “I don't get it. You're the only one not engaged or married yet. And you're, like, the sweetest one in our group. And you're so pretty! It’s not fair that you don't have a man. You deserve one.”

“And sex!” Dana chimed in. “You deserve lots of sex!”

You gently pulled your hand away and pushed down the sadness that surfaced at the reminder that you were the only single one left of your friends. You didn't know why you hadn't met the right one yet. It wasn't like your standards were too high and you were a good, loyal partner. You wouldn't say you were supermodel gorgeous, but you were pretty. You knew how to have a good time.

Right?

Addison's lip wobbled when she saw the look on your face. “Hey, hey, hey. I’m sorry. I didn't mean anything by it,” she rambled, hugging you from the side. “I just want you to have what Brady and I have. I want someone to love you.”

Guilt crept in before you shook your head and flashed your best smile. You know she wasn't trying to make you feel bad and you didn't want to ruin her night. “And one day, I will. Someone will love me the way Brady loves you and I’ll love him, too,” you assured her, giving the other girls a shrug and wishing they'd stop with the pitying stares. “Shots?”

“Shots!”

Your eyes briefly went back to the blinking light before you put a small smile back on your face. Addison was having fun and that was what mattered. You could worry about yourself and your feelings tomorrow.

“I’m sorry, but did my friends and I do something wrong?” You asked, dodging his question. You booked and paid for the section well in advance. Your group danced around in the area, and behaved overall and kept to yourselves. The server got a nice tip at the end of the night.

So what was the matter?

“Not at all,” he said, tilting his head. “I’m just sorry I couldn't introduce myself to you that night.”

“I don't understand. You broke into my home just so you could introduce yourself to me?” You asked as he traced small circles on your hips, the motion making your head spin a little. “How do you even know where I live?”

He chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, before he got serious again. “I have my ways. And I can be a little intense and forward at times, but you’ll get used to it,” he said, your eyes wide again. What was wrong with this man?

“Okay, Bucky,” you said slowly, seeing something wicked flash in his eyes when you said his name. “Being intense and forward doesn't excuse breaking into my home. And since my friends and I didn't do anything wrong at your club and you formally introduced yourself, I think it's time for you to leave.”

A second passed before he shook his head. “No, doll. It’s time for you to get the love life and man you deserve.”

Fingers brushed your throat as you struggled to take your next breath. “What did you say?”

“I'm going to take you out to dinner tomorrow so you can get to know me and you’re going to wear the dress I bought for you,” he explained as if he didn't hear you, nodding toward the hall. “It’s waiting for you in your bedroom and, yes, it’s your size.”

How did this man have the nerve and how long had he been in your place? “You went into my room? You-”

“And I bought you that perfume you recently ran out of. I know how much you love it. I know everything about you,” he continued, running his nose along your neck as your blood ran cold. “Oh, we’re going to have so much fun together.”

You moved back, desperate to get away as your stomach twisted. He didn't let you get far, easily yanking you close again. How did he know anything about you? How did you catch his eye?

The blinking light in the corner of the VIP section …

“And if I say no?”

Bucky pulled back, his eyes calculating as he studied you. “I’m not going to force you into going out with me. It’s your choice to say yes or no, but I want you to think carefully about that choice.”

Dread pooled in your gut. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I obviously know where you live and I can get in and out undetected,” he pointed out. You wondered now if this was the first time he had been in your place. “I also know where your friend Addison and her fiancé, Brady, live.”

A wounded sound escaped at the thought of anything happening to your friends. “Please, leave them alone.”

“And the shop you work at, I know where it’s located. Those floral arrangements you make are stunning. Your boss even gave you a raise recently. You should be proud,” he smiled.

Your eyes watered again. The man was certifiably insane. Maybe this was a sick joke or a bad dream. Soon you'd wake up in your bed.

But the iron grip on your body reminded you that this was very real.

He waved a hand dismissively. “But we both know you’ll make the right choice because you're a good girl… a smart girl,” he said like he hadn't just threatened your friends or livelihood. “Just take the night to think it over. Have a glass of wine and draw yourself a nice bath while you do.”

He surprised you by moving you from his lap to the sofa. His hands and eyes lingered on you momentarily before he released you and stood up. Towering over you, he gave you a tender smile as he buttoned his jacket.

“I’m going to lock the door behind me when I leave and I’ll be back tomorrow at 7pm so you can give me your answer. And if you try and tell anyone I was here tonight, I’ll know about it,” he said, grasping your chin when you tried to look away. “It’s taking all of my control not to drag you to bed, but I can wait a little longer.”

Fear prickled the back of your neck as you tensed up. “You couldn't just ask me out like a normal person?”

You almost regretted asking when he narrowed his eyes, but he huffed out a laugh. “Where's the fun in that?” He winked as you shrank back in your seat. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I won't hurt you. And you know what? I just thought of something. You still need a plus one for the wedding. I’m free. I’ll get a suit to match your bridesmaids’ dress. We’ll look perfect together. And Addison will be so happy that you aren't going alone.”

His tone was light and happy like it was a suggestion and not an order, but the ferocity in his gaze had you trembling. “Why are you doing this?” You asked above a whisper.

“Because I want you and I get what I want,” he said as a matter of fact, releasing your chin. “Like I said, it's time for you to get the love you deserve. And I know you'll give it to me in return.”

It was like your spirit floated out of your body as he bent down to kiss your forehead. You couldn't move or speak. Was this what shock felt like? Or was it complete and utter fear?

You stared ahead as he picked up your phone and unlocked it with your passcode. He knew that, too? “Can’t leave without giving you my phone number,” he smiled, putting his information in before he set the device down. You didn't respond. Once he was gone you could scream and cry. But you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of breaking down in front of him. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, 7pm. Get some rest. You'll need it.”

Even as he left you alone and locked the door behind him as promised, you didn't move from your spot as tears streamed down your cheeks. You didn't dare go to your bedroom to see the gifts he left for you, your hand shaking as you wiped at your face. The scent of his cologne lingered, as did his touch. It was like his shadow covered you, leaving you cold and afraid. Your home was no longer safe.

You weren't safe.

With his subtle threat looming over your head, you’d have no choice but to go out with him. Maybe he’d get bored of you quickly and move on. Or maybe not. You had no way of knowing. All you knew was that your average life was upheaved by the owner of The 107th.

And you were going to be his girl whether you liked it or not.

Bucky isn't wasting time. Where is he taking you on your first date? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

- MISCELLANEOUS CHARACTERS

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• Sirius Black (coming soon) • Remus Lupin (coming soon) • Poly!Marauders (coming soon)

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- COUNT VRONSKY MASTERLIST - Anna Karenina 2012

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I furrowed my eyebrows and grabbed it.

Once was easy enough to write off. Twice was harder to explain away.

Still, I placed the flower in the cup and went to work.

This pattern kept going. I would find a flower on my doorstep, I would place it in my small cup, and then I would move on with my day. I would usually try to come up with some reason for this all happening, but it was becoming more difficult as time went on.

It all came to a head on my day off a few days later.

I had decided to take most of the day to clean. A nice and normal task.

In all honesty, I found little joy in cleaning. I knew it was necessary for my safety and well-being, but I would give anything to just snap my fingers and have the entire thing done. Even with music blasting in my headphones, I had trouble finding an ounce of the task enjoyable.

I thought that I could find much better ways to spend my time.

But still, it needed to be done, so I was going to do it.

At the time, I was going to take out the trash.

I pulled the door open but didn't get much further.

"Oh, what the fuck is this?"

I froze in my doorway and stared at the huge bouquet of roses. It was even in a vase already. All of this commitment from a person that I had yet to even see, never mind meet.

It felt like an eternity before the shock finally wore off.

"Oh, that is just... obnoxiously dramatic," I muttered.

I picked up the vase and went back inside.

As I placed it on the table, a note caught my eye.

I was stunned. A note. After all this time and secrecy, the mysterious admirer left a note. It felt like a trick.

It wasn't a long note, by any means.

You have been invited to join Walter De Ville for dinner at his estate tomorrow night. If you are to accept, you will have transportation provided to you. They will arrive at five p.m.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding," I mumbled. "This can't... This can't be real. 'At his estate,' who says shit like that anymore?"

The only good thing that came out of it at the time was a name.

Walter De Ville.

It sounded like a name of old money. Dipped in oil, coated in coal from the mines. An old man sneering from behind his cigar that made the entire house stink, but he would be damned if he had to smoke on the patio. That kind of name.

I never thought that I would be one to allow my curiosity to cloud my better judgment. But here I was, getting ready to meet whatever transportation was meant to pick me up and bring me to the De Ville estate.

I stood outside at about four-fifty. I watched cars roll by for a while before one finally stopped in front of my home.

"(Y/n) (Y/l/n)," an older man called from the sidewalk.

My heart froze. That couldn't be Walter. Could it?

"Yeah," I called back, slowly walking forward. The man pulled the door to the backseat open.

"Mr. De Ville is anxiously awaiting your arrival."

I nodded. "Thank you."

I sat in the seat and buckled my seatbelt. The older man sat in the back next to me as the driver took off.

It took me a moment to speak up again, "What's your name?"

"Everyone calls me Mr. Fields," he explained. "I have worked for the De Ville family for many years."

"Oh," I replied. "May I ask what Mr. De Ville wants with me?"

"He has seemingly become intrigued by you," he said. "I would explain his feelings if I could."

I nodded again.

I watched the scenery pass by us. I made some comment about the trees being lovely. Mr. Fields didn't respond to it. I fell into an uneasy silence after that.

It was a beautiful house. A mansion. There were intricate details along the walls. Stone walls that looked like they were attempting to reach into the sky. It was breathtaking.

What would someone from a place like this want with me?

How would they even know about me? This place was in the middle of nowhere.

I only had a few moments to admire the outside of the mansion before I was ushered inside.

"Mr. De Ville is waiting in the dining room," Mr. Fields explained.

I nodded and followed him there.

The walls were a dark red while the table and chairs were a dark wood. I was immediately overwhelmed by the grandiosity of it all.

"(Y/n)."

I looked at the other person in the room. A man, around my age, stood from his seat and stepped over. There was a sickeningly charming smile on his face. He reached out his hand.

"Walter," I greeted.

"Walt," he corrected.

"Right... well, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said, going to shake his hand.

He pulled my hand up and pressed a kiss to the back of it. I took a deep breath as some kind of instinctual response.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied. He stepped back and walked to the table, pulling out a chair. "Please, sit."

I nodded and walked to the seat, letting him push the chair in for me.

"I feel a need to apologize for how long it took me to invite you here," he continued as someone came in to pour us each a glass of wine.

"I wasn't expecting an invitation in the first place," I explained. "The roses gave the impression of a secret admirer, so I didn't truly expect to know who you were."

"I am sorry for being so secretive. I believed that it would be a way to flatter you."

I nodded.

"I can't quite explain it, but I found you... entrancing. You captured my attention immediately. I have been infatuated with you."

"Oh," I muttered. I had never truly had someone talk about me like that. I was not the one that people got crushes on. I had grown used to that.

"I hope that I haven't made you too nervous."

I shook my head. "No, no. Not at all."

"Not at all," he asked, raising an eyebrow at me with a smirk.

"That wasn't as nice as I wanted it to be," I chuckled, shaking my head. "I meant that you're not making me uncomfortable."

"Good," he nodded.

Just as he said that two more people bustled in with plates. I stared down at the dish set in front of me. It looked like a dish on a cooking show. Too fancy to be eaten. What kind of monster would I be if I ruined the equivalent of a piece of art?

"Please, enjoy, I ensured that the best would be made," Walt pushed.

I slowly nodded, reaching for my utensils.

I wish that I had looked a little closer. If I had, then I would have noticed that Walt didn't partake in the dinner. He made it appear like he did. He carefully pushed his food along the plate. It must have been a convincing enough performance for me to never ask about it.

"Tell me about yourself," Walt said after a moment.

I paused for a moment. "After the flowers that you sent, I assumed you knew everything there was to know."

"Nothing like hearing it from the source," he replied. "Please."

"What do you want to know?"

"What do you spend your time doing?"

"Well, I'm usually working," I shrugged. "Just a boring little job. It's only meant to pay the bills. But I have met very good people there."

Walt's eyes stayed trained on me as I spoke. To be certain that I didn't get overwhelmed by the intensity just below the surface, I had to switch between looking back at him and looking at the plate in front of me.

"When I'm not doing that, I'm usually making art of some form," I continued. "An old love. Very calming."

"You don't wish to pursue it as a career?"

"I would love to," I corrected. "But, as of right now, I will settle for stress relief."

"Well, I like to see myself as having a great appreciation for the arts," he explained. "I hope that one day I'll get to see your work."

"I would like that."

How had one person made me feel so comfortable in such a short amount of time?

The dinner was full of conversation just like that. Small talk about hobbies and interests and small habits. Most of it was about me. Not because I didn't ask, but because he seemed very good at steering the conversation in any direction away from him. He didn't seem interested in telling me much about himself.

Once dinner had come and gone, Walt stood from his seat and held out his hand.

"I understand that it has been a long evening already, but I would like to give you a tour of the estate if you're interested," he offered.

I grinned and placed my hand in his, letting him help me up. "Lead the way."

His hand left mine as we walked out of the dining room.

He told me some of the history and about the artwork. It was the closest that Walt had gotten to talking about himself.

He led me through rooms and hallways, telling me all about how much he adored each room. Like each one held a place in his heart like a family member or loved one would.

He froze outside of a room upstairs.

There was a pair of dark doors with golden doorknobs. He placed his hands over one of them, pausing to look at me with this small, knowing smirk. He knew very well that whatever was behind that door was going to take my breath away.

"You mentioned a love for art," Walt said. I nodded. "You will feel very at home here."

He opened the door and held it open for me. I barely noticed it closing behind me when I saw the room.

"Wow," I mumbled.

It was perfectly messy. Canvases and paints. I could see all mediums of art. It was all so distracting and amazing. The walls themselves were a dark green. They matched the dark wood floors and furniture. The windows along the far wall were tall. There were bars over them, but there was still enough room to allow sunlight to cascade through. At least, that's what I imagined would happen if it were still light outside.

"This is beautiful," I looked over at Walt, who was simply grinning at me.

"I would hope so," he nodded. Like he had been waiting for my reaction. I shook off that thought.

"Is it all yours," I asked. "I know you mentioned an appreciation for the arts, but you didn't mention making any?"

"Oh, if only," he chuckled. "Sadly, I am only an artistic genius when considering stick figures."

That made me furrow my eyebrows as I laughed lightly. Why would he have this room then?

"I did try, but nothing ever clicked."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"Maybe you could teach me," he suggested.

"Trying to tempt me into another visit, Walt," I asked.

A smirk pulled at his lips. "Is that what I'm doing?"

I scoffed.

"Would you?"

"I could be convinced," I replied.

There was a pause in our conversation. Walt took the moment to clear some of the distance between us.

I couldn't help the nervous laugh that escaped me as he stepped closer. I looked down as his hand brushed mine. He wrapped his fingers around my hand. I looked back at him, trying to calm my breathing a bit.

"I do make you nervous," Walt teased me.

"Any person is more intimidating when they get closer to someone else," I explained, ignoring my racing heart.

"Oh, of course," he nodded. "How foolish of me to assume anything more than that."

"You truly should get better at examining things from all angles. It will help you with your art."

His smirk widened for a moment before he let his eyes scan down my body. "How tempting that idea is."

I scoffed at the boldness of his statement.

He chuckled a bit as his eyes met mine again.

He slowly leaned forward. I felt a chill run up my spine as his breath brushed over the surface of my skin.

He froze just before his lips could meet mine. "Can I kiss you?"

I took a deep breath through my nose. "Yes."

When he kissed me, I felt time stop. My skin was covered in goosebumps. My mind was racing at the same speed as my heart. I had never experienced a kiss that felt quite like this one. I had never had a kiss make me feel so desirable. I adored that feeling.

I tried to savor that feeling for as long as possible.

However, my enjoyment came to an abrupt end when I felt something sharp dig into the skin of my wrist.

I hissed as I pulled away and looked down.

I let out something similar to a yelp when I saw that it was Walt's nails, now long and sharp and dark. Claws. That was the best word for them.

"Oh dear," he whispered. "Seems like you made me lose control of myself."

He let go of my arm just as I pulled it away from him.

I held it close to my body, staring at him in shock.

"I am so sorry, my love," he continued. "I will not let such an accident happen again."

"Listen," I said. "I... I don't know what this is, but I have no interest in being any part of it."

I walked away from him, going toward the door. Mr. Fields walked in just as I did. I felt a wave of hope at the sight of his grumpy face.

"Please, take me home-"

My words trailed off as he turned and locked the doors.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't answer me.

"I want to go home-"

I tried to push past him, but I was grabbed and shoved back roughly. I stumbled a bit, finding myself closer to Walt than I desired to be. I moved backward, getting as close to the far wall as I could.

"No need to be scared," Walt said.

"The claw marks on my arm and the locked door beg to differ," I snapped.

He shook his head and chuckled. "As witty as they are gorgeous, aren't they, Mr. Fields?"

Mr. Fields merely nodded in agreement.

"Let me go home," I ignored the comment. "I... I won't tell anyone about this. I promise. Just let me go and you'll never see or hear from me ever again. You can live in peace-"

Walt started to shush me as I rambled. "Why would I never want to see you again?"

My words died on my tongue.

"Do you think that I plan to kill you," he asked. "No, no, no, my love..."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I plan to make this your home," he explained. "You are going to stay with me. Forever."

"I just met you."

"And yet, I've known you for so long," he replied. "I have given this considerable thought. I want you here. With me. To love and take care of. Imagine it... a life with none of those things that could weigh so heavily on your mind."

I stepped further back when he tried to step closer to me.

"You'll be very happy here, I promise."

"You don't believe that I would genuinely just stay put because you want me to, do you?"

"I would hate to have to find a way to restrain you, but I will if need be."

I ran my hands over my face.

"This is your home now. With me. I would accept that now and make it easier on everyone."

"What about work," I asked, trying to ignore how much my hands were shaking. "And my family? I have co-workers, I have siblings. Someone will wonder where I am. What will you do then?"

"A letter of resignation has already found its way to your boss's desk," Walt explained. "And you'll get to see your family. I'm not a monster."

"Do you want to re-think that sentence?"

An amused huff escaped him. "Oh, my love, I can be a monster if it's required, but I would rather not entertain that side of myself if I don't need to."

I felt that sickening feeling in my stomach only getting worse.

"All I ask is that you behave yourself," he continued. "After a while, I would be delighted to invite your family. To show them the beautiful life that you live with me."

He walked closer to me. I didn't move away from him this time. I knew that I had no hope of escaping him. I wasn't giving up hope. I was trying to play my cards right.

His hand reached up and cupped the side of my face. That charming smile that enchanted me earlier that evening now made my heart sink.

"Why me," I asked, voice no more than a whisper. It had been on my mind all night, but now, it felt like essential knowledge.

"My love, is it not obvious to you?"

I bit my lip to stop my tears from falling.

"No need to worry," he mumbled, leaning forward to press a kiss to my cheek. I flinched when his lips found my skin. "I will ensure that you eventually see exactly what I do."

I took a shaky breath.

"I think we should retire for the evening," he said. He guided me away from the wall and to the door. A kiss was laid on my shoulder as he did. "You will be so happy here, my love."

I feared for the day that could possibly be true.

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Before you could interrupt him yourself, your best friend and roommate took your phone “Listen closely you little shit, if you don’t stop calling I’ll personally chop off your balls, fry’em up and feed them to your mother in a fucking salad… it’s Wanda by the way” she huffs as she hands you back the phone, “Colorful” you grimace.

Shoving you inside the car, with you and Wanda on the back, Bruce behind the wheel and Tony as co-pilot, “Why do you even answer his calls?” Tony asks while Wanda lights up a Marlboro, and gives you a drag “Because I want to tell him to go fuck himself… I- I just can’t seem to find the right words”, “That seems right” Wanda quips and you roll your eyes, “Don’t worry you’ll find the words when the time’s right” Bruce adds, “Dr. Banner is right, tonight is all about getting shit-faced” Tony adds.

You all clap and turn up the volume to the perfect song “I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know” Wanda sings, the wind on her face, while Bruce shouts “WE LOVE YOU MADONNA”. 

They were right, fuck Jack, tonight you wanted to let go, you weren’t one for parties or clubbing but you couldn’t stay at home feeling sorry for yourself, partying with your friends seemed like the perfect distraction “LET’S FUCKING GO” you shouted at the top of your lungs.

9:05 PM

“The Hush-Hush Hideaway?” you laughed as you finished your first beer after two cherry vodka shots, sounds like a place where 50 year olds would come to have an affair, “Alright, alright before you keep on talking trash, there is more eye to meet” Tony argues, to that Wanda snorts “are you seriously drunk right now? after three piña coladas?”, Bruce laughs “they’re stronger than they look” Tony defends himself as he stands up, signaling you all to head to the dance floor.

You honestly loved the place, the lighting was incredible, the atmosphere was hot pink with hints of dark red and deep purple, the ceiling was decorated with hundreds of disco balls shining down on you, the bar had tables so crystalline and so red, it looked like solidified blood,  each one surrounded by the comfiest leather couches. There was also the dance floor which you were dancing on now, it had the perfect stage for dancers or any kind of show, the whole place had the perfect mix of chic and urban.

10:39 PM

“This round’s on me” Tony shouts over the loud music as he hands you what would probably be your 5th drink, stumbling around as you danced to a song that suddenly became your favorite, as you downed the liquid gold you took Tony’s hand and started giving him a lap dance of some sorts which made everyone laugh along with you. 

And then everything went pitch black, for 5 seconds the music was over, lights were out, for a moment you thought you passed out but then a huge white light shone straight into the middle of the stage, “Girls Gays and Theys!” a deep voice over the microphone started, “is this a gay bar?” Bruce genuinely chimed in, making you giggle.

“Tonight we encourage you to let that wild side of yours out! Please give a warm welcome to The White Wolf” the voice cheered with excitement and the crowd roared and cheered back, “he must be really good looking” you sassed, and in that moment, red ropes descended.

Not a second later a man dressed in a kevlar suit swirled down as if swimming in the red fabric, wrapping himself in a cocoon in the air so the next second he rolled down to the stage, the top of his leathery suit gone, leaving his gorgeous toned abdomen exposed making the crowd go wild. The lights enhanced his beautiful body. “D-does he have glitter on?!” Tony shouted in awe, everyone absolutely going crazy over this tall, brown-haired, thick oh so fucking thick specimen.

On the other hand, you were finding breathing a difficult task, especially because his eyes were trained on yours, maybe it was the several drinks in your system or the empowering song that heightened everything, but his stare was intense, the ice blue of his eyes chilled your spine and for a moment you thought he was going to stop the show, come down and rip your clothes off… yeah you definitely felt tipsy now.

This man knew the power he held, not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he had autonomy of every nerve and every muscle on his body, your heart and pussy were practically pulsing as you watched him dance. The magic was broken when you felt your phone ring in your pocket, taking it out, you saw it was Jake calling AGAIN, you knew your friends would tell you not to pick up, but part of you wanted to hear him out and scream at him, you didn’t know which one you were going to do.

Leaving the dance floor and heading to the bathrooms where you hoped it’d be quieter, you swipe to the green bubble “Please please forgive me” is the first thing the man says, making you sigh in frustration “S-top stop saying you’re sorry” but it’s like talking to a wall, you’re not even sure he heard you because he just keeps on whining. 

??:??

You don’t know how much time you spent listening to him in the bathroom but eventually, you give up and hang up on him, splashing some fresh water in your neck you exit the room and bump into a rock-hard wall, but then unexpectedly the wall starts talking and you think maybe it’s not a wall.

“it was rude to bail” a grave voice rumbles in your ear through all of the noise, looking up you see it’s the white wolf, making you almost choke on air, but you were quick enough to react and raise an eyebrow in response “sorry?”.

Without even noticing, the man had cornered you into a wall “Don’t apologize, you can make it up to me” he said with a wild smile, “oh he’s good” you thought, then he looked at you as if he read your mind, “you look like someone in desperate need to have some fun… let me give you a hand” he whispered, his confidence made you forget he was a stranger, and oddly enough it felt like you knew him perfectly, the thought of spending your night with him made you shudder.

Taking out what looked like a big fat blunt from one of his pockets, he dragged the little bundle of joy from your exposed thighs, up your arms, slowly passing through your neck, and finally grazing your soft lips, his eyes never once leaving yours, he leaned in and the smell of cedarwood with a touch of french vanilla made your eyes roll.

Man, you’re really not keeping your cool, but he’s too beautiful for you to care, you might as well pucker your lips, but then he backs away, taking your hand and leading you to the backdoor between the kitchens. The sound of music and people dancing start to disappear until it’s muffled, “are we allowed in here?” you laugh as he lights up the joint and takes a big gulp, your heart pounds with excitement, this is exactly what you needed.

Your inner demons whispered that he really wasn’t interested in you, he looked like he was sculptured by frigging Michelangelo, he’d never want to be with someone as big as you, plus you felt sweaty from dancing most of the night, but honestly, it was more about the nerves you felt around him, but just as easy as the negative thoughts came, he batted them away with a single kiss to your cheek, near enough to the corner of your lips “lost you there for a sec” he teased.

As he handed you the joint, you took it with hesitance, “I usually don’t take marihuana from strangers, you got a name or does everyone call you the white wolf?” you teased, carefully eyeing him, realizing that he was still shirtless unconsciously making you bite your lip.

A lazy smile spread on his face “Waddaya mean you don’t know me? Pfft I’m your latest conquest”, it threw you off but he looked so sincere it made the butterflies in your stomach dance, “I’m Bucky” he laughed, he was so at ease with that pretty smile you couldn’t do anything but swoon.

Taking a drag of the blunt you breathe out the smoke through your nose as you offer him your name in return,  not wasting a second he repeats it, slowly, maybe he was high but it seemed as though he enjoyed the sound of your name on his tongue, he savored it, your legs pressed against each other and you had to take another drag so not to seem desperate as you were for him.

He might be a stranger but deep down you felt unbelievable attraction, in less than 10 minutes of knowing him he made you feel powerful, and free, like maybe in a past life or somethin’ he was your soulmate… Pfft, you wanted to crack up at your own thoughts, somehow Bucky knew and started laughing, slowly leaning into you and crashing his lips with yours, it was sloppy but fuck you’d never been kissed like that, it was passionate, you felt wanted, right then and there you were ready and willing to let him swoop you off your feet.

12:59 AM 

Bucky was showing you his best moves, his calloused hands gripped and groped your body as you both swayed your hips against each other perfectly in sync.

He was so smooth, the fogginess of the joint rumbled through your body, each touch, every one of his strokes felt like a wave, you were floating in a sea of music and his scent, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing could harm you because he was right behind you, worshipping you, telling you how he loved the feel of every roll and every curve, you couldn’t help but smile and he couldn’t help but kiss that beautiful smile.

Not long after your friends found you and you introduced them to the dancer who blew their minds, some of his friends joined you, and not long after you were the life of the party, shots and blunts came pouring, and just like you wanted you became one with bucky, you didn’t know where you began or where he ended, pain and misery were a strange and unknown concept tonight.

1:55 AM

Wanda had to drag you away from Bucky to chat with you a bit, she couldn’t hide that grin even if she tried “Dude I don’t even recognize you right now” you laugh with her knowing very well what she means, squeezing her wrist you stop the urge to squeal, “I don’t know how this happened but fuck he’s just so pretty I wanna cry” you both giggle, understanding the Rachel Green reference. 

Turning to see Bucky you caught him already watching you, it looked like he was chatting with his friends but he wouldn’t look away from you, you realized he was waiting for you, and honestly you were eager to return to his embrace and intoxicating scent “Fuck Jack, you have men waiting in line” Wanda practically shouts as she pushes you back to the dance floor.

2:12 AM

After a while your social battery was low and you needed a break, so now you leaned against the wall in the back alley of the bar, a cigarette lit, resting on your fingertips as you recalled the events that brought you here tonight.

You didn’t blame Wanda for reminding you of Jake and what he did, after all, she was just hyping you, but now your mind was plagued, you memorized with detail how you found them, as some sort of self-punishment, why? you didn’t know, after years of therapy, you were still trying to unlearn self-deprecating thoughts that your family and society shoved in your face.

Jake cheating on you with a leggy blonde who was quite literally a Victoria's Secret model was a kick to your stomach, it made you realize that maybe every bad thought you had about yourself was true, and that was terrifying… 

Realizing that the cigarette burned itself out, you stepped on it, but before you could come back inside Bucky opened the door and grinned “There you are, was worried I spooked ya”, to that you chuckled, somehow the laws of social battery didn’t apply to the handsome trapeze dancer “Never”.

Stepping outside and standing next to you, he takes your hand and starts playing with your fingers “What’s got my sweet doll so down?”, you expected the pet name to make you cringe but instead swooned. Lighting another cigarette you take a drag and blow it on his face, and he just bites the smoke, making you giggle, after a beat of silence you show him your heart.

“About… 11 hours ago, my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, cheated on me” you sigh, trying with all your might not to shed a single fucking tear, Jake didn’t deserve them, “Gimme his address” he deadpans, a look so deadly in his eyes, that spark was almost snuffed, but just as quickly his attitude changed, “I’ll kill 'im with my bare hands, I’LL FUCKING KILL ’IM” he shouts with foux determination, making wild animal noises that are making you laugh so hard you can’t breathe “you’re not funny” you say out of breath.

His thumb cleans away a single runaway tear, his touch is so gentle at first you’re not even sure he’s holding you, he’s so close you feel his breath on your cheek and his nose caressing your skin oh so lightly, “you’re dreaming”, you think incredulously. 

In a second his touch becomes rough as he grips your face with both his hands, holding you still so you can’t look anywhere but his eyes, “he’s a fucking moron” he spits out, almost insulted, “and I don’t mean a jerk or plain stupid, I mean he’s missing some fucking brain cells to let go of someone so insanely beautiful as you”.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, you’re about to explain but he cuts you off “And I don’t even need to know him, to be sure of what I’m telling you right now” he scoffs,  “Hell, I don’t even have to know you to be sure, in the very short time I’ve known you, you’ve been everything” bucky almost can’t believe he’s saying this to you, suddenly the tension is palpable and neither of you can breathe… 

“You’re driving me insane” is the last thing he says before pushing you against the wall, with a grunt he grips your waist and your lips crash with his, in a fight for dominance your tongues swirl, it’s as if Jake or any other man never existed, washed away by the ocean that is Bucky. 

You loved how vocal he was being, he moaned into the kiss as you practically humped him, he bit your swollen lips as a warning to slow down but it only turned you on more. You could feel your hardened nipples rub against his chest, and it drove both of you nuts, with all his strength he pulled away, leaving you dizzy and pulling him for more, he’s never wanted anyone the way he wants you but he would never have sex with someone so drunk, even if that person begged as nicely as you were right now.

He laughs as you start leaving hot open kisses throughout his neck and jaw purring like a cat, “Bucky please” you mewled, asking him for more, his hand flew to grasp your hair in a tight grip, nibbling on your skin as he reached your ear “We aren’t doing anything except kissing the fuck out of each other doll” he whispered.

You made for a grab to his groin but he was able to take your hand and hold it above your head “I want you nice and sober when I get you to cream on my cock”, he groans as you make a final attempt to lure him in, but you know he’s right, so you huff in defeat, a pout on display to make your feelings known, “baby doll what’s wrong? you look flushed” he teases as you gasp in faux offense.

3:45 AM

The bar kicked everyone out but you still had some party left in you and apparently, so did Bucky because he’s already got you piggyback riding him to his car, you said goodbye to your friends assuring them you trusted Bucky, his place was less than 10 minutes away and you’d send them your location. 

Once you got to the car Bucky stopped in his tracks, “we’re drunk and high as hell” he stated, and like a bucket of iced water you realized he was right “Accurate statement” you snort, carefully dropping you on the ground he swiftly turned to face you “so we should… perhaps, maybe take a cab” he goofs around as he steals small kisses form you “or we can walk? your place’s near right?” you reply, everyone was already gone to ask for a ride but he liked the idea of having some alone time with you, so,  he picked you up and placed you on his back “To the Batcave!” he runs as you hold onto him as tight as you could.

4:05 AM

You peacefully walked on the side of the street as cars passed by, one thing that you loved about walking at night was the lack of noise, the night wasn’t completely quiet, you could still hear the cars in the distance, people coming in and out of bars or whatever, the breeze was the perfect temperature and the city lights of New York were shone beautifully.

Hand in hand you walked with your latest conquest as he so eloquently put it, conversation flowing, “I got cheated on once, it fucking sucks” You both laughed at the obvious statement “I thought we were going steady and she got bored” he shrugged, “it was a while ago, but it definitely messed with my head” he whispered as he squeezed your hand, it brought him comfort and you as well. 

“You know what’s fucking hilarious though? I was planning on breaking up with him…ok don’t judge me” you laughed, “but I just stayed with him because it was easier to stay in a mediocre relationship than actually fight for my happiness…plus he had a hot tub” you felt stupid for saying it, but he didn’t judge you, his face remained the same, attentive.

Bucky took your hand and kissed each one of your knuckles “I got a really nice bathtub” he murmured into your skin with a smirk, your heart fluttered to what he implied so you jumped and kissed his cheek, holding onto his arm for dear life, content with how the day turned out.

4:38 AM

After smoking yet another joint together you were now straddling your dancer’s lap on his bathtub “It really is a nice bathtub” You grinned between kisses and he laughed, his hands roaming your soft skin under your clothes, you were heaven on earth he kept thinking, he was about to kiss you again but was interrupted by your phone ringing, which made both of you sigh in frustration.

You knew who it was, Jake had been calling over and over for the last 20 minutes and Bucky had enough of the bastard, “Answer him” he ordered, to which you raised an eyebrow “I- can’t I- seriously?” you say almost shocked “You know what you wanna say to him, so say it” he encouraged with a soft smile.

Without thinking twice you pick up, “Finally! what took you so long to pick up?” Jake barks, you have the phone on speaker so Bucky could listen, and he already hated how the jerk talked to you, making him grip your waist with possessiveness.

“What do you want?” you ask almost uninterested, “Baby please forgive me” he cries as if you could ever believe anything he said to you, “I’m so so fucking sorry, what else do you want me to say?!”, to that you let out an unamused laugh “just stop fucking saying you’re sorry, time to put on your big boy pants and take responsibility” you snark, which oddly, turns on bucky beyond belief.

Like a magnet, his lips start leaving love bites on your neck, making you gulp, “Babe let’s be honest, in a month you’ll be begging me to get back together, we both know you need someone to take care of you, you can’t be alone, you need me” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and then you really were done with his bullshit.

“Listen closely you fucktard, stop saying you’re sorry, stop begging me to forgive you, you were a waste of my time and the only reason I didn’t break up with you sooner was because it was convenient for me to stay with your sorry ass” you bark.

You could keep going but now Bucky was humming against your pulse, finding it incredibly hot how you stood up for yourself, he peppered you with hot open kisses that made your mind even fuzzier than the weed, “And I can take care of myself ass” you hiss in delight, it was meant to be an insult but Bucky was making you feel so good…

“Fucking drop that call”, bucky growled into your neck loud enough to be heard over the phone, then sunk his teeth into your soft skin, making you moan, unintentionally into the phone, before dropping it and gripping Bucky’s hair for support as you rubbed against the bulge on his pants “Fuck I can’t wait to make you mine” he moaned, dreaming of all the possibilities, of everything he wanted to do with and to you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Prologue

Chapter 1 : A night out with an old friend can lead to surprises.

Chapter 2 : Gifts can make good apologies.

Chapter 3 : Guests shouldn't overstay their welcome.

Chapter 4 : A quiet night on the rooftop holds new promises.

Chapter 5 : Certain arguments can't wait.

Chapter 6 : Rumors can spread fast.

Chapter 7 : New enemies can complicate everything.

Chapter 8 : Some decisions require late night visits.

Chapter 9 : A marriage decision leads to an honest conversation about expectations.

Chapter 10 : Happy news can make a dinner so much better.

Chapter 11 : Engagement period is supposed to be romantic.

Chapter 12 : Some car rides aren't relaxing.

Chapter 13 : There are many ways to plan a wedding.

Chapter 14 : A wedding can be a good place for clarity.

Eddie Munson Masterlist

The Agony of Desire Masterlist

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Drabble Masterlist

Ours is Not to Reason Why (On Hiatus)

Part 1* / Part 2* / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5* / Part 6*

Mr. & Mrs. Russo

(No correct order to read them in)

Whiskey Kisses*

A Fire of Devotion*

What Kind of Man Part 1

What Kind of Man Part 2*

Where The Heart Is

Billy & his best friend

Undisclosed Desires*

Devil's Advocate*

Give Me Your Trust*

Wicked And Divine*

Movement*

Dark! Billy Russo

Accidentally on Purpose Masterlist

In The Shadow Of Your Heart Masterlist

Taste of a Poisoned Paradise

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Part 2*

Part 3*

Fractured (drabble)

Bring Me To My Knees

Part 1*

Part 2*

Part 3*

Stand Alone fics:

Thinking of you*

Thinking of me*

Innocent reader and Billy*

Billy with a cat (drabble)

Now Our Tongues Are Tied *

Soft Breath, Beating Heart*

You take a deep breath, trying to calm down a little. You don’t want to fight. You never do when you disagree, and this is silly.

“We can do it another time. We both know how important this is, so why are you so mad?”

“Because this is our one-year anniversary and we always…”

You sigh, standing up. “He wouldn’t have waited, and I don’t care if you think: then his loss. This is your company! You need this investment.”

“You made this decision for me!”

“Good,” you snap. “Someone had to, I wasn’t going to let you waste a great opportunity just cause you are not in the mood for another business dinner.”

He steps toward you so fast you don’t even realize for a second. “Yeah, sorry I am not in the mood for a business dinner when I could be buried inside my girlfriend in our private jet as we fly to Europe.”

“Who said I wanted to go in the first place?” You look him in the eye, challenging him to answer you. You’re not gonna let him intimidate you. Not that he wanted that.

“Then I could have made you come on my tongue after dinner right here.”

You roll your eyes. “All you can think about is sex.”

“All I can think about is you, but you decided to-”

“To do the right thing.” You interrupt him immediately. He’s so stubborn sometimes!

Bucky sighs, bringing his hands to your cheeks. “Are you bored with me?”

What. The. Fuck.

“Are you drunk?” You ask despite knowing it’d be impossible. But how can he ask that?

“Are you bored of me, honey? Is this why you keep me a secret?”

“Bucky!”

“I wanted to make it official like what? A thousand times?”

You sigh, bringing your hands on top of his before leaving a kiss on one of his palms.

“I am not bored of you, Jamie. But work is work. He knows-”

“I want everyone to know!”

You understand, but at the same time there are more consequences to consider before making the decision to get public. “Know what? That you’re fucking me?”

Now this is a thing you regret saying. The expression he has on his face breaks your heart.

“That’s all you think this is?”

Oh, you fucked up! This is not what it is, and you know it. You both had been trying to fight it off, to ignore the tension for over a year. Until you just couldn’t anymore and gave in.

It was clearly more than sex from the start. He didn’t even try to seduce you, and you were only going out on dates for weeks. And if he wanted sex, why he’d make such an effort when you’re sure he can get a girlfriend or a one-night stand or even escort services. He didn’t try to buy you. But would the office understand?

“No, James.” You kiss his other palm, trying to show him how you actually feel. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“When would it be, then? Or would it ever be a good idea?”

He’s more than upset now, his chin is trembling and the way he keeps staring at you makes you want to cry.

Such a horrible situation…

“When I’ll change my job,” you murmur, stroking his cheeks. “This way, they wouldn’t call either of us names and your reputation would-”

“I don’t care about it, okay? About what they’d say about me, and I certainly wouldn’t let them talk shit about you. What you did for the company is amazing.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “I am your secretary, Bucky. My job is to please you and do the best to assure the company’s success.”

“Fucking bullshit!”

“Hey, it’s true. You know very well how people would talk about both of us, and rumors would spread, and sure, men would pat you on the back at first, but some might hate the scandal. And I would be treated like a...” You don’t want to finish your sentence; well aware he knows what you mean. “You cannot protect me from this no matter what you do. And you cannot ruin your company! Do you want to do this just for public claim?”

“I want to hold your hand so badly everywhere...” He sighs, moving his hands from your face to his own hair, pulling it a bit too harshly. “I want to be able to leave with you home and not make Sam wait for you on the parallel street.”

You know and you feel the same way. Sometimes you find yourself imagining how things would be if you gave in and just not care about it, but there’s about so much more than you. You know how important his partnerships are, how hard he actually worked. He might not be a billionaire, but he is very rich and affords many things. He pays everyone well, including you, as wrong as it might sound.

“I’m gonna think about it, okay? I love you so much!” You take a step closer, getting on your tiptoes so you can kiss him a little. “I am sorry for making you feel like this, you’re not my dirty secret. But I don’t regret saying yes to this meeting. You weren’t going to agree, and we both know this is really important. We can celebrate later or tomorrow night. We can go anywhere you want. Just know I love you.”

Bucky says nothing for a while, his face emotionless as he thinks about what you said.

“I love you, too. Now I want you to get your clothes off and get on the bed.”

You raise your eyebrows at the change in his attitude. What the fuck!

“What?”

“Don’t act as if you don’t want it. You were teasing me all morning. And during the breaks!”

You cannot even deny it because it’s true. Yesterday you were both too tired to even eat when you got home, let alone have sex, and you woke up really horny.

“Don’t you need to get ready?”

He smirks in that way that you hate so much, and you sigh.

“You got one minute, baby.”

You quickly take off your shirt and pants before unclasping the bra and placing it on the nearest bedside table. You let on your panties, eager to see him tear them off as you sit on the edge of the bed.

But he, surprisingly, doesn’t do that after he drops on his knees in front of you and spreading your legs.

You get on your elbows just to watch him. He smiles cheekily, happy with the extra attention you give him, as he hooks his finger around your underwear and moves it to the side, holding it there as he starts to lick your slit.

“Yesss!” You throw your head back, knowing how much you’re going to enjoy this.

He’s a little too slow compared to the usual, but it still feels good, especially when he brings his tongue to your entrance.

You manage to hold back for a while, not letting your hips move until you realize he doesn’t intend to change the pace. With your fingers through his hair and another hand grabbing the sheets, you try to get his tongue inside you faster. But he doesn’t want that either, so you pull his hair a bit harder out of frustration.

“If you want it slow, at least use that tongue on my clit.”

He snorts, amused and does what you told him without protesting. But instead of feeling better because he’s licking your clit, it’s even worse.

You both know that you hate when he’s doing it slowly, so that’s annoying you even more. It’s like he’s doing it on purpose.

You try to tilt your hips more, showing him he needs to hurry up, but he places his right hand on your tummy and pushes your back to the bed again.

“Come on, Bucky! What is this?”

He smiles against your clit and suddenly starts to lick faster. And faster. And faster.

“Yess, yess.”

You pictured him like this before you got together. You imagined countless of scenarios with him eating you out on his desk or on the couch in his office, in the car or in the meeting room. You did that so often it became a habit, but you didn’t expect it to be that good. And he’s somehow getting better every time. Even when he’s torturing you.

When he starts sucking on your clit, though? You feel on fire. You let out the loudest moan before grabbing his hair.

“Yes, sooo c-close. Gimmie a finger, Jamie.” His eyes are on you as you speak. “Please!”

He stops sucking just to breathe on your clit, making you shiver. “Now why would I do that?”

You open your eyes confused.

Does he mean he wants to fuck you?

You’d love that, truth be told, so you push him away a little and get on your ass on the bed. You immediately move your hands down, trying to find his bulge over his pants.

Yeah, you totally missed that.

“I guess foreplay is done. You can fuck me now.”

Bucky laughs. He laughs! Then he brings his hand to cover yours and helps you get a better feel of his cock. Fuck, he’s so hard!

“You want me to put it in you, don’t you?”

“I’m still close.” You whine, surprised by your own body reaction. “Just get inside me, okay?”

“Why would I do that, honey?”

You give him the most confused look ever. “W-what?”

“You’re not gonna come tonight. Or well, until I get back from my meeting. Not on my fingers, not on my mouth, and definitely not on my cock. “

The world is spinning around you. He’s not serious is he.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Who’s the one thinking only about sex now?”

“You’re joking, right?”

He cannot do this. He can’t...

“I should get ready for the meeting.” He tries to get up, but you grab his hand.

“Are you punishing me for doing the right thing for the company?”

He senses you are close to tears so he leans in to kiss your forehead. “No, baby, why would I punish you for that?”

“I don’t know...”

“Maybe this is for thinking our anniversary is not important for me” He cups your face. “But I promise tonight will be great.”

You can’t even say anything, squeezing your legs together, still turned on.

“No touching either. You don’t get to come until I come back, okay?”

You sigh, pouting. “I’ll try, daddy.”

Bucky bites his lip before he kisses you properly. “You won’t try, you will do it for daddy, okay?”

You nod, staring at his chest. “Can I help you clean?”

“As much as I’d love that, if we go in the shower together, I don’t think I’ll leave.”

You wore what could have been considered a cute and comfy pajama set, but the fact that you’d deliberately ordered it a few sizes too small and wore neither a bra nor panties underneath made the outfit practically indecent. The set consisted of satiny black shorts dotted in ruby red lips with white vampire fangs and a matching black cropped tank top with the same design in the center. Since the clothes were too small, your tits pushed against the top, nipples peaked and obvious in the cool air of Bucky’s apartment, while the shorts completely failed to cover your ass, so the bottom curves hung out the bottom.

With the way the clothes clung to your body, it was easily the most revealing outfit you’d ever worn around your best friend, even more than your bikinis since it left nothing to the imagination. You were hoping to inspire some kind of reaction—and you weren’t disappointed.

For a long moment, Bucky was too stunned to speak, making your smile brighten. Your best friend sat on the couch, lounging in some soft gray sweatpants and a worn white t-shirt—which, if you were being honest with yourself, was just as deliciously tempting as your little getup. His stubble-covered jaw hung slack and his blue eyes turned molten as you watched him devour every inch of your exposed skin with his gaze.

Finally, Bucky seemed to snap himself out of his speechless stupor. He sat up and wolf-whistled as he dragged his gaze back up your body, making goosebumps break out all over your skin. “Sugar, sugar, sugar,” he said, shaking his head as he gave you another onceover, drawing it out to make it obvious he wanted you to know he was looking. “You’re looking so damn bitable in that outfit.”

Giggling, you skipped closer to the couch. “I’m taking that as a compliment,” you told him, with your chin held high, proud of yourself for getting a reaction out of your best friend.

When you were within reach, Bucky suddenly bent forward and snatched you around the waist, dragging you to stand between his knees while he sat on the edge of the couch. You let out a breathless giggle, loving the way his hands felt on your body, their heat seeping through the thin fabric of your pajama set while he manhandled you. Feeling your best friend touch you wasn’t anything new—Bucky liked having you within arm’s reach of him so he could always have his hands on you or arms around you. But when he hauled you around, it always sent a thrill to your core. All you could think about was him using his strength against you and how hot it would be.

Shaking off your less-than-innocent thoughts, your hands settled on Bucky’s broad shoulders, the cotton of his shirt soft under your fingers, and the heat of his skin just beneath enticing you a little too much. You smiled easily down at your best friend, your heart beating faster in your chest just from being so close to him.

“Of course it’s a compliment,” he quipped, a lopsided grin on his handsome face. But the longer you stared down at him and he looked up at you, his ice blue eyes slowly heating and going molten again, a new kind of tension hummed to life between you and your best friend. It felt like a tether, tugging you closer and you felt yourself swaying into Bucky’s chest. When he finally spoke, it was in a lower, more serious voice. “Did you buy this just for me, sugar?”

Unable to trust your tongue, you nodded. For a moment, you wondered if you should go back into his room and change into something else. You’d successfully provoked him, you’d gotten your reaction. But the longer Bucky stared at you with those big blue eyes, his jaw ticking with a tension you’d never seen in your best friend before, the more you wanted to keep your outfit on and see just how far you could push him. Between your thoughts and the way he looked at you, a simmering heat settled in your core and you felt yourself growing damp.

Finally, the thrumming tension between you and Bucky snapped as he sat back and cleared his throat. He straightened and the expression on his face morphed back into one of charming friendliness. “Gimme another twirl, sugar, I wanna see it again,” he urged, his voice somewhere between gruff and his normal tone.

Though you would have preferred to press your legs together against the ache building between your thighs, you twirled in place for your best friend, spinning once and giggling as you got a little dizzy. Before you could settle back on your feet in front of Bucky, his big hands were on your hips, turning you until you faced away from him. His palms settled on your hips, feeling like they could scorch your skin through your clothes.

As you wondered why he was holding you so firmly, his fingers digging into your soft curves, you felt something solid and sharp dig into your butt cheek, not enough to break the skin but hard enough to hurt. You squealed and jumped, jerking against Bucky’s hold but he held you so tightly you didn’t go anywhere. Twisting your torso around, you found your best friend with his teeth sunk into your flesh through your shorts, eyes closed like he was savoring the feel of you. When Bucky’s hot breath exhaled against your satin-covered ass, you shivered in his hands. Feeling the sting of his bite and the warmth of his breath sent electric thrills pulsing directly to your clit.

It took you a moment to remember you shouldn’t be getting off on your best friend biting your ass and you shook your head to clear it of all the filthy thoughts that were starting to take up too much space in your mind. “Did you just bite me!?” you asked in an affronted tone, though you could hear a breathless catch in your voice and hoped Bucky was too preoccupied to notice.

He pulled back, leaving your skin feeling tender and hot and you had to lock your knees so you didn’t squirm. A shameless grin spread across Bucky’s face as he looked up at you with slightly hazy eyes. “Sure did, sugar,” he rumbled in a deep voice.

“Bucky,” you whined on an exhale, trying to break free from his grip, but your best friend wrapped his arms around your body, easily holding you in place. His strength sent a thrill through you, and you could feel your wetness starting to leak into your shorts even as you squirmed.

Bucky pulled you tight against him, his face pressing into your lower back. The feel of his hot breath on your skin only served to make you squirmier and you used your attempts to break free to squeeze your thighs together against the ache in your core. The fact that he was so much stronger than you and still so careful not to hurt you, it was only making you wetter. For the first time since getting dressed, you realized it may have been a bad idea to forgo panties—you could feel the thin satin growing wet where it was pulled tight against your slit.

“You just look so damn bitable, sugar,” Bucky said gruffly, his voice partially muffled from his face pressing into your body. He crushed you tighter to him with his arms, his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his t-shirt. “How could I control myself?”

“Bucky,” you said, your voice a breathless whisper that held more whine than protest. It was a needy sound, the way you said your best friend’s name, and if you weren’t so focused on escaping from his hold before he discovered how wet you were getting in his arms, you would’ve been embarrassed by the obvious desire in your voice. When Bucky chuckled against you, the vibrations of his laugh reverberating through your body and his breath ghosting over the skin of your lower back, it was all you could do to bite back a desperate whimper.

“Just one more,” Bucky mumbled a moment before you felt his teeth dig into your other butt cheek. Even though he’d warned you, the sharp sting of his bite made your hips jerk forward reflexively, the seam of your shorts wedging between your lower lips and pulling against your clit. You had to bite your lip hard to stop yourself from moaning, and even then, it was a near thing. The pain and pleasure of Bucky’s teeth on you, even through the thin fabric, and the teasing pull of your shorts had your head lolling back as you sank into the feeling.

For a long moment, Bucky held himself against your ass, his mouth open and latched onto your ass, his breaths hot and damp as they ghosted over your barely covered skin. He was biting hard enough that you wondered if he’d leave a mark, not just the indents of his teeth in your skin, but a bruise that would take days to heal. The thought had heat flashing through your body, settling heavily in your core.

Slowly, the ache of Bucky’s bite lessened the longer he stayed with his teeth on you and you were able to gather your thoughts enough to remember you should probably protest his treatment of your body. “Best friends don’t bite best friends!” you chided, saying the first thing that came to mind, more than a little relieved when your voice was stronger than you’d expected.

Bucky chuckled against your ass, the sounds vibrating through your skin and sending a pulse of pleasure directly to your core, making your pussy throb with need. Flustered and achy between your thighs, you tried to squirm out of your best friend’s hold. Finally, he let you go and you whirled around to face him, giving him your best pout.

There wasn’t a trace of remorse in Bucky’s big grin or his icy gaze as he stared up at you. Instead, he looked you dead in the eye like he wanted to make sure you heard him loud and clear when he spoke. “You’re my best friend, you’re mine—that makes you mine to bite,” he said, his voice deep and rumbly in a way that did things to your throbbing core.

The way he looked at you, so intense it took your breath away, made you wonder if you’d gotten yourself in over your head with your little trick on Bucky. In an attempt to get things back to normal, you pushed aside the thought of how much you wanted him to be serious and rolled your eyes at his ridiculous statement. Bucky liked to act possessive, but he’d never taken things further than occasionally groping your ass when he hugged you, so you knew his words were just talk. And maybe, deep in your mind, you were still trying to provoke him into finally—finally—doing something more than a little groping. So you scoffed as you turned away from him, calling over your shoulder, “I’m not yours, Buck.”

You padded over to the kitchen, making sure your ass swung back and forth as you walked, and grabbed the bowl of assorted candy Bucky had gotten for the spooky movie night. When you turned around, your heart thumped at the way your best friend was looking at you. His blue eyes were narrowed slightly, but alight with mischief, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. You’d known your best friend long enough to know that was his scheming face, and your pace slowed as you returned to the couch, wary of what exactly Bucky could be planning for you.

As you got closer, prepared to flop down next to your best friend like you normally did when you watched movies at his house, Bucky reclined back into the couch and patted his thigh with one hand. “C’mon sugar, your seat’s right here,” he rumbled in a low, alluring tone.

Your eyes were drawn to Bucky’s hand. The way it looked against his strong thigh and the invitation inherent in the gesture were giving you too many ideas—like what your best friend’s thigh would feel like pressed between your legs while he groped your ass and kissed you breathless. You and your best friend had never kissed, but you’d spent so much time wondering what his lips would feel like on yours, the craving was familiar.

Your needy thoughts were almost enough to distract you from the outline of Bucky’s cock in his gray sweatpants, and you had to wrench your gaze away from it before you got any more ideas that would leave you soaking through your shorts. You’d looked long enough to notice he was long and thick, and, if you weren’t mistaken, starting to get hard. When you looked up into his face, Bucky wore a smug smile. Even as your cheeks heated at being caught looking at your best friend’s dick, you rolled your eyes at him to try to show you were unaffected by the sight of him in his sweatpants—even though your slit was definitely wetter.

As you neared the couch, you were planning to ignore your best friend’s invitation to sit on his lap, stopping next to his outstretched knee and spinning to plop down next to him. But as you went to sit down, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and hauled you into his lap anyway. A startled shriek left your lips as he pulled you down onto his thighs and you were barely able to stop yourself from upending the bowl of candy. As soon as you got your balance, you twisted in Bucky’s arms and glared up at your best friend.

“What if I didn’t want to sit in your lap?” you asked in a bratty tone, unable to stop yourself from protesting, even as you secretly reveled in the way he manhandled you. He shifted you until your ass was on one of his thighs and you were seated sideways across his lap. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over both your legs.

Bucky took so long to answer your question, you thought he wasn’t going to, but as he tucked you in against his chest and grabbed the TV remote to turn it on, he murmured in your ear, “Hush, sugar, we both know my lap is exactly where you want to be.”

A shiver skated down your spine and you were barely able to hold yourself still so Bucky wouldn’t feel the way he affected you. Instead, you focused on relaxing and settling into Bucky’s arms. It was cozy and your best friend smelled good—like laundry detergent and something earthy like oak. He had one arm circled behind your back, the other settled over your thighs beneath the blanket, his skin warm against yours. You set the bowl of candy on the couch next to Bucky and glanced up to see what movie he’d picked to start off the marathon.

“Oh no, Buck,” you half-heartedly protested. “I heard this one’s really scary.” Horror movies weren’t your favorite, but Bucky loved them, so you indulged your best friend once a year around Halloween for a spooky move marathon where he got to pick everything you watched. Normally, you watched without protest, but all the reviews you’d seen of the one he’d chosen said it was the scariest thing they’d ever seen and you weren’t sure if you could do it. You pushed off his chest until you could look up into his face, giving him your best pleading look.

Bucky looked down at you fondly, his hand on your thigh stroking your skin comfortingly, though it had a naughtier effect on you and forced you to hold back another shiver. “Don’t worry, sugar, I’ll protect you.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “How are you going to protect me from getting scared?”

Bucky’s face morphed into a mischievous smirk. “If you watch it with me, you’ll enjoy it—I promise,” he said, his expression earnest even as his blue eyes glittered with excitement. Whether he was simply excited to watch the movie or to watch you be scared by the movie, you weren’t sure.

You were a little doubtful, but Bucky was your best friend and he knew you just as well as you knew him, so you trusted him. If he said you’d enjoy the movie, he was probably right. With a small, murmured, “OK,” you settled back against Bucky’s chest, plucking some candy from the bowl as he started the movie.

For a little while, you and your best friend watched the movie. You were working your way through all the red and pink Starburst candies while he idly ate some Skittles as the movie introduced the characters and the premise of the story on Bucky’s massive TV screen. You were enjoying yourself—until the first jump scare of the film, when you let out a little shriek and turned to bury your face in your best friend’s chest.

Bucky jumped too, his arm around your back squeezing you tighter, reminding you that you were safe and secure in his lap. Your best friend glanced down at you with a reassuring smile, and his eyes seemed to catch on your lips, which were swollen and reddened from eating the Starbursts. As you watched, Bucky’s ice blue eyes darkened. He pulled his other hand out from under the blanket, cupping your chin and swiping his thumb along your lower lip.

Something about the way Bucky held you had you melting further into his grip, completely forgetting the movie that had scared you in the first place. His eyes traced the curve of your lip as his thumb stroked over it again. His gaze darted up to meet your eyes for a moment and he must’ve seen in your gaze how much you wanted him to keep going because he returned to staring at your lips, then lowered his head closer to yours. “So damn bitable,” he murmured as if to himself.

A breath caught in your throat as you realized what he was doing a second before his teeth caught your lower lip, giving it a teasing bite before retreating. Again, Bucky looked into your eyes and you let him see your gaze go hazy with your need for him. You best friend’s eyes widened slightly and then he was groaning, his lips slanting against yours in a kiss.

Everything you’d imagined about kissing Bucky paled in comparison to the reality of actually having his mouth on yours. His lips were soft as he applied the perfect amount of pressure, contrasting against the stubble that rasped over your skin. Your hands gripped either side of Bucky’s face, clinging to him out of fear that he would pull away too soon. Instead, his tongue licked into your mouth and you could taste the Skittles he’d been eating, the fruity flavor bursting in your mouth as he explored. You couldn’t hold back a moan as your best friend devoured your mouth like he couldn’t get enough of you, your fingers digging into his soft brown hair.

When Bucky finally pulled away, your chest heaved, lungs pulling in much-needed oxygen. He breathed harshly too, his mouth not retreating too far so you could feel him breathing against your lips. Bucky nibbled on your lower lip, the feel of his teeth sinking into your swollen flesh making you moan softly.

“Such pretty sounds, sugar,” Bucky murmured in between teasing bites. “All for me.”

Your mind was too fuzzy and lust-drunk to think too hard, but the knowledge that your best friend had finally kissed you still managed to permeate. The happiness of that awareness was only marred by the confusion you felt. “Wha-what’re you doing, Buck?” you asked in a breathless voice, opening your eyes to look up into your best friend’s face.

His expression was soft and affectionate and just a little bit mischievous as he smiled down at you. “Shh,” he soothed, pressing a peck to your lips before using his hold on your chin to turn your face back to the TV and settle you against his chest. “Just watch the movie.”

You tried to do as your best friend said, eyes staring at the screen, but your body was buzzing too much from Bucky’s kiss to settle down fully. It didn’t help that you couldn’t stop wondering what it meant. You’d wanted Bucky to kiss you for so long, but why now? You tried to puzzle out your best friend’s motivations as you stared unseeingly at the movie on the screen.

The feeling of Bucky’s hand on your thigh, his palm hot on your skin, dragged you out of your thoughts. You squirmed in his lap, hands fisting in his soft cotton shirt over his broad chest. As you wiggled, your ass grazed Bucky’s cock in his sweatpants, his half-hard length hot underneath you.

“So restless tonight,” he murmured in your ear, as if he wasn’t the whole reason you couldn’t sit still. His hand skated further up your thigh until his fingers dug into your soft flesh less than an inch from your heated core. “Tell me something, sugar, are you wearing panties under these little shorts?”

Shaking your head slightly, your answer was barely loud enough to be heard over the movie when you said, “No.” You felt so naughty admitting that to your best friend, your arousal growing slicker between your lower lips. His fingers were so close, just a little further and he’d be able to feel exactly how wet you were from the way you soaked your shorts.

Bucky let out a harsh exhale and his fingers flexed, digging deeper into your soft thigh. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sugar,” he groaned, his voice low and intoxicating. “How’m I supposed to just sit here and watch horror movies when my pretty little best friend is squirming in my lap—and she’s not wearing any panties?”

Before you could gather your thoughts enough to answer, Bucky’s fingers closed the distance between him and your mound, rubbing your slit over your shorts. You could tell by the way he sucked in a sharp breath that he could feel exactly how much you’d soaked through the fabric. Burying your face in Bucky’s neck, his stubble rasping over your temple, your bit down on your lip to hold back a moan at the feel of him finally touching you.

“So wet, sugar,” Bucky mocked with a sweet lilt in his voice like his lips were curled into a smile. He stroked his finger up and down the seam of your pajama shorts, pushing between your folds until you could feel him teasing your entrance through the thin satiny fabric. “Is this all for me—all for your best friend?”

A hiccuping gasp fell from your lips when you stopped biting the bottom one to answer and you gripped his shirt tighter as your hips writhed against Bucky’s finger. “Y-yes,” you admitted, trembling in his lap. Without thinking, since you were too consumed by Bucky to think much anymore, you spread your legs for him, giving his hand more room.

Bucky took advantage of the move, cupping your mound in his big hand, his finger pressing against your pussy through your shorts, teasing you with the thought of filling you up. “Good girl,” he praised in a gravelly voice, rewarding your honesty by grinding the heel of his palm against your clit. You cried out, face pressed into his neck, hips grinding against his hand. “That’s it, sugar,” he encouraged, holding his hand still while you rocked against it, letting out little whimpers. “Get yourself nice and fucking drenched for me.”

Before you could come just from grinding on your best friend’s hand, Bucky pulled away and you arched your back, your hips seeking the friction he was all of a sudden denying you, letting out a desperate little whining sound when you couldn’t grind on anything. Your clit buzzed and your pussy pulsed with need. When you cracked your eyes open and tilted your head back, you found Bucky staring down at you, eyes sparkling with deviousness because he knew what he’d done to you. He brushed his fingers down the side of your face and ducked down for a too-short kiss that left you whimpering and chasing his lips.

“Are you feeling needy, sugar?” Bucky asked in that same sweetly mocking tone, a smug smirk pulling up the corners of his mouth. “Are you feeling desperate to come all over you best friend’s hand like a needy little slut?”

“Bucky, please!” you begged, reaching for his hand, which was resting innocently on your knee, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and tugging. He didn’t move an inch. “If you don’t touch me, I’m gonna die!” You knew you were being overdramatic but you didn’t care. He’d left you hanging on the edge and you were even more desperate than he accused you of being. You tugged harder on his hand, but he still didn’t budge, your strength nothing compared to his.

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you came out here looking like such a fucking cocktease,” he said, fake pity in his voice.

Suddenly, you realized Bucky had been planning to get you riled up and leave you hanging since you’d claimed you weren’t his. This is what his scheming face had been about. Call it best friend sixth sense, but you knew how his brain worked and you knew that when Bucky took revenge, he could sometimes go a little overboard. And you’d gone and provoked him, so now you were left with the consequences.

Before you could respond, his hand moved from your knee and your hips wriggled eagerly, still riding the edge of your release, but he bypassed your slit entirely and instead hooked a finger in the neckline of your crop top. He tugged it down harshly until your tits bounced free, wrenching a gasp from your lips as your nipples were exposed to the cool air.

“Bucky,” you whined in half-hearted protest, though you made no move to cover yourself from your best friend’s eager blue eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to play coy, but the breathlessness of your voice as Bucky groped your soft tits drained all the innocence from your statement.

Bucky laughed harshly as he played with your tits, pinching your nipples and rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. “You knew exactly what you were doing, sugar,” he accused in a growly tone, the underlying current of his own arousal taking all the heat of anger out of it. “You were trying to torture me by strutting around in your little matching PJs showing off these perfect tits and your bitable ass,” he continued, his other hand digging underneath you until he was gripping your ass. His big hand spanned your whole butt cheek, fingers digging in and making you squirm in his hold.

Bucky’s blue eyes blazed with hunger and need as he watched you react to the way he played with your body. “Did you want to see how far you could push me before I went out of my mind and fucked you?” he demanded in the same harsh tone, but he didn’t wait for an answer—not that you could give him one with how consumed you were by the way he touched you. “Well congratulations, sugar, you did it,” he said, his hand trailing down from your peaked nipples to the hem of your shorts, teasing along the hem. “And now you’re gonna have to endure while I torture you a little bit before I give you exactly what you need.” His eyes flicked back to yours, hooded with need. “D’you think you can handle that, sugar?”

Before he’d even finished asking the question, you were nodding. “Yes, Bucky, please,” you begged, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and trying to push his hand into your shorts. He only moved of his own volition, slipping his hand under the hem, his rough fingertips stroking the soft skin just above your mound. “I’ll do anything, just touch me—please!”

A devious chuckle ghosted out of Bucky’s mouth, ruffling your hair. “Y’know for someone who claims they aren’t mine, you sure seem desperate for me to treat you like you’re mine, sugar,” he teased in a sweetly mocking tone that had you squirming in his lap.

Not knowing what to say to that since you wanted to be his, you’d just never known how to tell him without risking your friendship, you whined and yanked on his wrist trying to move him closer to your wet core. Again, he only moved when he wanted to move, sliding his hand against your skin until the tip of his middle finger grazed the top of your slit. Just that little touch was enough to drag a wanton moan out of you, your head falling back even though he’d barely touched you.

Bucky laughed again, the sound low and sinful. “So fucking desperate, sugar,” he said, his words a reprimand but his tone filled with heat. He rubbed your clit once, making you buck into his hand, before sliding his finger lower and circling your hole. “So fucking wet,” he growled before plunging his finger into your grasping channel, your inner walls clutching at him.

Your spine arched and you would’ve fallen off Bucky’s lap if not for his arm bracing against your back, his other hand holding the back of your neck. It was just one finger but it felt so, so good to have him finally inside you. When he didn’t move, you cracked your eyes open and stared up at Bucky, who wore a greedy expression on his face.

“Is this what you needed, sugar?” he asked, starting to pump his finger in and out of you slowly. “You dressed like a slutty little cocktease so your best friend would finger your needy pussy?”

You squirmed in his lap and felt your ass brush against Bucky’s hot, hard length in his sweatpants. Instinctually, you pressed closer, wiggling against your best friend’s cock while he fingered your pussy, moaning when you felt him twitch through his pants. Your core pulsed with need, and grew wetter as you suddenly craved the feeling of being stretched out by Bucky’s dick.

Yanking his finger out of your pussy and his hand out of your shorts, Bucky let out a harsh exhale. “Fuck, sugar,” he grunted, grabbing one of your hands where they were fisted in his shirt and pulling it down until it rested over his hard length through his sweatpants. “Feel what you fucking do to me?”

“Bucky,” you whined, his name a plea from your lips. Your fingers wrapped around the bulge in his pants, gripping his cock and stroking him as well as you could through the fabric.

Groaning as his head fell back against the couch, Bucky’s hips rose up slightly, bucking into your hand while you groped him. He dragged his head back up and stared down at you, tilting your chin up so he could look into your eyes. “Does my best friend want my cock?” he asked, his voice rough and raspy even as his eyes sparkled with ravenous desire. “Is she too needy to be satisfied by my fingers?” A hint of mocking colored his tone, but it only served to make you needier.

“Yes, yes, please, Bucky,” you begged, stroking him harder and faster, not thinking about what you were saying, just voicing your horny thoughts as they came to you. “Need your cock, need to feel my pussy stretch around you while you fill me up to the brim—need you so fucking bad, Bucky, please, please, please.” As you spoke, you tried to pull your best friend’s pants down but he caught your wrists, staying your hands. When you looked up into his face, Bucky’s expression was tense with barely leashed need.

“Fine,” Bucky bit out through clenched teeth, his jaw gritted so hard you were a little worried he’d crack a tooth. “But I’m not done torturing you yet.” Bucky moved the bowl of candy to the coffee table. Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you securely as he shifted on the couch until he was propped up against the arm, reclining back against some Halloween-themed throw pillows you’d bought for his place.

The sight of them distracted you for a second and made you smile thinking about the way he’d indulged your love of Halloween decorations while you picked them out at the store. He’d had his hands on you the entire time you were in the store, either holding your hand while he pushed the cart or keeping an arm slung around your shoulders as you stood in line. But you never would’ve thought you’d end up in his lap, about to take his cock, while he laid against them. It was a surreal moment and you felt yourself spiraling a little into your thoughts, wondering what he was doing and what you were doing going along with it. But then Bucky pulled your focus back to him.

Using his strength, he manhandled your body until you were straddling his lap, your soft core pressing on his hard length through both your clothes. You groaned at the feeling and he grunted, his hips thrusting up instinctively. Bucky’s hands settled on your waist and he held you pressed down on his cock, not even letting your ass squirm in his hold.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, sugar,” Bucky started, his voice strained, almost like he was in pain. “I’m going to give you my cock and you’re going to settle down and watch the movie,” he said. The authority ringing in his tone had you leaking through your shorts, almost certainly leaving a wet spot on his light gray sweatpants, but unable to care as your best friend’s blue eyes held you captive with his penetrating gaze. “And don’t you dare fucking come before I give you permission, you got it?”

You sucked in a sharp breath at the command, head swimming, nodding before you’d even realized you were doing it. “Yes,” you agreed on a gasp once you remembered how talking worked. “I got it.”

“Good girl,” Bucky practically purred and you glowed at the praise even as more heat shot straight to your pussy at the sound of his rumbling voice. He reached down and pushed his sweatpants down his hips, lifting both himself and you to slide them down far enough to free his cock.

Your best friend’s cock bounced free of his pants and your hands immediately went to the hard length, fingers circling his girth. Bucky was so thick your fingers couldn’t meet even when you squeezed him slightly. You gave your best friend a slow stroke, reveling in the feel of the veins along the shaft bumping against your palm, following the slight curve of him up to his wide tip. You marveled at your best friend’s cock, distracted by the sudden urge to take him in your mouth.

Before you could follow through on that thought, though, Bucky gently pried your fingers from his dick and fisted the base. His big hand gripping your ass pulled you up onto your knees until you were hovering above his cockhead. But when you pulled your shorts to the side, Bucky stopped you from sinking down on his length.

“Condoms are in the coffee table drawer,” he said, chest puffing up with heavy breaths. His blue eyes were dark and wide as he stared up at you, almost like he was begging you to be quick about it. Your best friend was just as eager to fill you up as you were to be filled by him and that realization sparked another. You didn’t want your first time with Bucky to be with anything separating you two.

You glanced at the coffee table, but turned back to Bucky, shaking your head. “I’m good with no condom if you are,” you said, trying and failing to keep the eagerness out of your voice. You reached down, wrapping your fingers around Bucky’s hand still gripping his cock, lining the tip up with your entrance.

“Fuck yes—you sure, sugar?” Bucky gritted out and your heart thumped in your chest as you were reminded for the hundredth time why you’d had a crush on your best friend for so long. He was holding himself back and checking in with you, prioritizing your comfort over his own. It only made you want him more.

“Yeah, Bucky,” you leaned forward, lips grazing his stubbled cheek until your mouth was right next to his ear. “You’re my best friend, I trust you—and I want you bare inside me.”

“Fuck,” Bucky cursed. His hand shifted from your ass to your hip as he guided you to sink down on his cock. When the wide tip of his cock was enveloped in your tight heat, he groaned loudly, cursing again, “Fuck.”

You braced your hands on his chest for balance, fingers curling into his hard pecs and relishing the feel of him hot and hard under you as you slowly sank down on his dick. Inch by inch, you pressed down until your ass hit your best friend’s thighs and it was perfect. Your spine arched and you tossed your head back, letting a moan slip past your lips as you basked in the delicious feeling of your best friend’s cock stretching and filling up your tight hole. The curve of his dick had the tip of him hitting a spot deep inside you that drove you wild and you started grinding down on him.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you against his chest and thrusting up into you, dragging ragged moans from both of you, before settling you down on his cock. “You feel so good, sugar,” he grunted, his lips finding yours and giving you a slow, drugging kiss. You could still taste Skittles on his tongue and you groaned into his mouth, trying to kiss him more fiercely. But Bucky pulled back, an arrogant smirk on his lips. “Nuh uh, it’s my turn to torture you, remember?”

Reluctantly, you nodded, but you couldn’t help yourself from pulling the corners of your mouth down in an exaggerated frown. Bucky smiled and cupped your face in his big hands.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing a short and sweet kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, pressing his forehead to yours and letting his lips ghost against your mouth as he spoke. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock, sugar, I just wanna sit here and feel you dripping all the way down to my balls while we watch a horror movie, alright?”

He asked you so nicely, you couldn’t help but give in to his request. “OK,” you answered in a whisper when all you wanted to do was whine and roll your hips on his cock. You managed to stop yourself from being bad, but only barely.

A grin spread across Bucky’s face and he leaned in, biting your bottom lip, the sharp sting of his teeth making your pussy clamp down on his cock reflexively. Your moans tripped over each other, your breaths tangling in the tiny space between your lips. Bucky’s teeth clicked against each other as he gritted his jaw to hold himself back while you watched him wrestle to control his desire.

You couldn’t help yourself, you squeezed him again with your inner walls—this time on purpose. It seemed you couldn’t resist the urge to get a reaction out of your best friend, even when his cock was buried deep in your pussy.

Bucky’s blue eyes widened as he grunted in pleasure, but they quickly narrowed into slits. His hand swatted your ass, giving you a sharp smack, making you yelp and jerk against him, but he held you down with his other palm on your lower back. “Be good,” he warned. “Stay still and keep my cock nice and warm while we watch the movie.”

After you nodded to show you understood, Bucky grabbed the remote from underneath his legs and hit the rewind button. While he searched for the spot in the movie where you both stopped watching, you settled into his lap, tucking your head under his chin and getting as comfortable as you could while sitting on your best friend’s cock. You focused on his scent—so fresh and familiar—and the steady sound of his heart beating in his chest. By the time Bucky hit play, you’d stopped squirming and were mostly successful in ignoring the feel of your pussy throbbing while his cock was stuffed deep inside you, stretching you out.

Bucky kissed your temple and smoothed his hands over your back, fingers tracing idly up and down your spine. “Good girl,” he murmured. The praise was enough reward for the moment and you settled down even more, trying to get back into the movie.

In just a few short minutes, your best friend was seemingly engrossed in the horror movie again, while you were struggling to stay still and quiet. Part of you wanted to try to provoke him, and see what he’d do if you weren’t good like he’d told you to be, but another, more significant part wanted to follow his orders. Still, you were finding it difficult to pay attention to the movie when your best friend’s cock was filling your pussy. You could feel your heartbeat in your clit, drumming a constant rhythm of need and if you concentrated, you could’ve sworn you could feel the veins on Bucky’s dick pulse inside you. And you were so wet, your pussy dripping down to the base of his cock. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how easy it would be to slide up and down, get the friction your pussy was begging for.

A loud bang! sounded from the TV as something evil lunged out of the shadows on screen and you jumped in fright, your entire body clenching in response—including your pussy. You clamped down hard on Bucky’s cock, pulling a loud grunt from your best friend as his hips pushed up reflexively against your soft pussy. The scared little scream you’d let out at the jump scare devolved into a debauched moan. You melted against Bucky’s chest, going boneless from just that one thrust.

“Fuck, sugar,” Bucky groaned, his fingers digging into your waist, hard enough you distantly wondered if he’d leave bruises. The thought of him marking you made you burn hotter, your arousal dripping down your best friend’s cock. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, so warm and soft,” he murmured in a tortured voice.

When you lifted your head to look up at your best friend, you found his thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. Reaching up, you raked your nails through the stubble decorating Bucky’s sharp jaw and he dragged his head up to look at you. Your need was building inside you and before you could control yourself, you leaned up and sucked Bucky’s lower lip into your mouth, teeth digging into his flesh and biting down on your best friend.

Groaning loudly against your mouth, Bucky’s hips jerked under you and he shoved his cock so deep inside your pussy, you pulled away with a sharp gasp. When you opened your eyes, Bucky was glowering at you, but the way his blue eyes were darkened with desire took all the heat out of the expression.

“You were being so good for me, sugar,” he started, pulling you up his chest until his mouth found your neck, kissing and licking just beneath your ear. Your nipples, still exposed by your pulled down top, dragged over the soft cotton of Bucky’s shirt, teasing them and sending sparks down to your pussy. “But my slutty little cocktease of a best friend just couldn’t keep it up, could you?” Bucky bit the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking until he was sure to leave a mark, while all you could do was moan and squirm, his arms holding you pinned against his chest.

“Bucky, please,” you cried out softly, fingers digging into his soft brown hair and clinging to him as he trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and licking at your skin to soothe his little bites. “I need more, I need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, your voice breathless with desperation.

Too distracted by your neediness, you didn’t notice one of Bucky’s hands reaching between your bodies until it wrapped around the front of your throat. With a firm, but not too tight grip, he pushed you back so he could look at you properly. Your best friend’s ice blue eyes raked over your face, lingering on every trace of desire and pleading in your expression.

“Did you finally learn how to use your words to ask for what you want, sugar?” he asked, his tone sweetly mocking even as his blue eyes stared so deeply into your own it felt like he could see right through you and straight to your heart, your soul. “Are you finally sorry for acting like a fucking cocktease and parading around my apartment in your skimpy little outfit instead of using your words to beg me to fuck you like the slut we both know you are?”

A warmth filled your cheeks, and you felt properly chastened by your best friend’s words, ducking your head and tearing your gaze away from Bucky’s long enough to gather your thoughts. You realized you were even more turned on by the way he talked to you, loving the feeling of being called out for how you’d treated him. You liked that Bucky put you in your place. Before you could stop it, the apology tumbled past your lips. “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you whispered while in the background the horror movie played on the TV.

Bucky’s hand still circled your throat like a necklace and he used it to tilt your chin up until he could meet your eyes. Concern swirled in the depths of his blue gaze, but when you smiled and blinked slowly up at him, he relaxed back into the pillows on the couch. Your best friend’s mouth curled up into a smirk like he knew he was right about something. “Are you ready to admit you’re mine, sugar?” he asked, his voice warm and sweet like honey.

Panic swelled in your chest, and you wondered if Bucky could feel the way fear fluttered in your veins beneath his fingers on neck. Wetting your lip, you tried to think about how to answer your best friend’s question without giving away how much you really, truly wanted to be his. You and Bucky had wandered well past the line separating you from just best friends to something more, but you didn’t know how much he meant what he was saying. Did he really want you to be his or would he go back to being your handsy-but-nothing-more best friend after this? Would he act like it had been nothing, just a little biting, a little torture between friends?

You took too long to answer your best friend’s question and his fingers dug gently into the sides of your throat, dragging you out of your panicked, spiraling thoughts. Bucky’s brows were furrowed with concern again and you couldn’t stand the sight so you dropped your gaze to his mouth. Your best friend had such a nice mouth. You loved the way the corners curled up like he had a permanent smirk on his face.

That mouth pressed into a line for a moment before Bucky’s lips parted and he spoke. “Do you not want to be mine, sugar, or do you need me to torture it out of you?” When your eyes darted up to look into his ice blue gaze at the second option, he made a rumbling sound in his chest that sounded like he was coming to a decision. “Torture it is,” he grumbled.

The horror movie he’d picked out played on the TV completely forgotten as Bucky grabbed you around your waist and picked you up, flipping you down onto your back, his hips settling into the cradle of your thighs. You both groaned at the feel of him sinking even deeper into your pussy, his thick cock still stretching you out around him. Before you could wrap your legs around Bucky’s waist, though, he pulled out, sitting back on his heels so he could bring your legs together. He tugged your pajama shorts down over your ass and off your legs so fast it was like they’d offended him. He did the same with your top, yanking it over your head and tossing it to join your shorts on the floor.

Bucky stopped for a moment, going still as he stared down at you naked and bare beneath him on the couch. When your hands fluttered over your stomach, anxiously trying to cover yourself, he batted them away. “No, sugar,” he said in a stern voice that had you quickly obeying. “I want to see just how pretty my best friend is.” His blue eyes darkened as he traced every inch of your bare skin and soft curves. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured almost to himself.

When he’d seemingly looked his fill, Bucky stood quickly, pulling his shirt over his head and shucking his pants off as quickly as possible before he kneeled back between your spread thighs. With one hand, Bucky fisted his cock while the other traced up your chest, plucking at both of your nipples before circling your throat and pinning you to the couch. His blue gaze held you just as captive as he stared you right in the eye while he fed his dick into your pussy, tormenting you with how slowly he moved.

“You want it hard and fast, sugar?” he asked in a gravelly voice, pulling his cock out of your warm, wet channel until only the tip remained.

“Yes, yes, Bucky, yes, please,” you begged, staring past his hand down your body to see his length glistening and drenched with your desire. Your hips bucked up in a wordless plea for him to bury himself inside you, but Bucky held you down with his hand not wrapped around your throat.

Instead, Bucky pushed in slow, slow, slow, making you feel every single inch of his thick cock. You felt every bump of his veins and the press of his curved dick, unable to move to take him faster with him holding you pinned to the couch. A tortured whine sounded deep in your throat, the pathetic sound bouncing off the walls of Bucky’s apartment.

“Bucky, please, please, please,” you chanted, eyes opened wide and staring up at your best friend. “Please, I need you to fuck me!”

Above you, Bucky chuckled, even as his brow started to bead with sweat from holding himself back. Despite your pleas, he pulled out and pushed in as slowly as he could manage, refusing to pick up speed even a little. “What’re you talking about, sugar, I am fucking you,” he teased, his mouth curled up in a ruthless grin. He was glorious and infuriating and you fucking loved him.

The sudden awareness of your feelings was like a livewire in your body, sending your entire being into chaos. Your heart pounded in your chest and your pussy throbbed for more even as panic tried to seize your limbs. It was all too much, and you couldn’t school your features; you didn’t know how much Bucky could see on your face so you screwed your eyes shut so at least it didn’t feel like he was coaxing your soul out to bond with his. But you couldn’t escape your best friend when you were pinned beneath him by his hands and his cock. He knew he finally had you.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Bucky ordered, pressing his thumb and middle finger into the sides of your throat until your eyes popped back open. You found your best friend looking just as wild as you felt, emotions churning in his darkened blue eyes, desperation warring with hunger and need and something else you couldn’t name but you felt your heart lurch in response to it.

A choked sob burst out of your mouth and Bucky’s grip relented only for the words to finally win the fight and escape. “I’m yours, Bucky,” you cried out, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “I’ve always been yours, I’m always, always, always gonna be yours.”

Bucky fell on top of you, his lips finding yours in a bruising, ferocious kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, taking possession and tasting every inch of you, overwhelming and consuming you. Your best friend kissed you like he never wanted his lips to part from yours, his hands gripped you like he never wanted to let you go, and his cock slid inside your pussy like he never wanted to leave you empty. When he shoved his dick roughly into your hole, you wrenched your mouths apart so you could moan against each other’s lips.

Pressing his forehead against yours, Bucky stared at you with hooded eyes. “That’s my girl, that’s my good fucking girl,” he praised, fucking you hard and fast just like you needed. His cock pummeled your pussy so hard it nearly hurt, but it was a delicious kind of pain, one you didn’t think you’d ever get sick of. “My girl, mine,” he babbled, pressing kisses to your lips, then your cheeks between each word until he was speaking into your skin. “You’re the love of my fucking life and now that you’re mine, I’m never letting you go, sugar, never,” he promised, his words sinking through you until they were buried deep in your heart and soul.

Hearing your best friend reveal the depth of how he felt about you, and the fact that it matched exactly how you felt about him, drove you wild and loosened your tongue. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chanted, your hands clutching at Bucky’s body like you couldn’t get him close enough. Your knees climbed up either side of Bucky’s waist until you were folded in half beneath him, his cock buried as deep as possible and it still didn’t feel like enough.

Thankfully, your best friend seemed to know exactly what you needed and he pounded harder and faster into you, moving with you in a rhythm you easily matched until your bodies were working perfectly in sync. Both of you chased your pleasure, murmuring and moaning your love into each other’s skin.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned, his lips trailing down to your tits, sucking and biting on your skin, leaving little teeth marks and bruises behind. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, sugar, like you were made to take my cock,” he murmured around your nipple, laving the tight bud with his tongue before looking up at you from under thick, dark lashes. Your hands raked through his short brown hair, nails scraping against his scalp and delighting in the way his eyes fluttered at the feel. When his blue gaze opened again, it was molten hot with desire and determination. “I’m gonna make you come all over my cock until you’re shaking and begging me to stop,” Bucky warned.

You realized you may have provoked your best friend a little too much, but instead of backing down, you smirked at him. “Make me,” you challenged, certain that the hunger you saw in Bucky’s eyes was reflected in your own.

The simple phrase had the desired effect. Bucky pushed your thighs wide and up until you were spread and helpless beneath him, giving him total access to pound into your pussy until the slap of his thighs against yours and his balls hitting your ass were louder than the horror movie on the TV. “You wanna be a bratty little slut, I’ll fuck you like a bratty little slut, sugar,” Bucky ground out through gritted teeth, his hand finding your neck again and squeezing until you struggled to pull in a full breath.

All you could do was lay there and take it and oh god did you enjoy taking it. You basked in the feel of your best friend’s heavy weight fucking you into the couch. You felt your eyes going unfocused as your whole body was consumed by the pleasure Bucky was giving you. Your mouth hung open as you panted for the meager little breaths he allowed, tongue stuck out over your bottom lip.

“Fuck, you’re going so fucking dumb on my cock, aren’t you, sugar?” Bucky teased in that mocking tone you loved so much as he stared down into your lust-drunk face. All you could feel and see and hear was Bucky. “So fucked out, eyes hazy and tongue out—fuck.”

You could feel yourself getting close, your inner walls clasping at Bucky’s thick cock as he buried himself inside you over and over again. Your best friend’s pounding cock and filthy words were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was all too much and too good and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on.

“Fuck, fuck, come for me, sugar,” Bucky huffed, his hips thrusting faster and harder as he rutted into you. He choked you a little harder, holding your throat tight for a long moment and cutting off your air entirely. “Come for me,” he growled out the order, his face feral and beautiful as he hovered over you. “Come all over my cock while I drain my balls deep in your pretty little cunt.”

When he reached down and rubbed your clit viciously, he shoved you over the edge of the precipice you’d been hanging on. Bucky let go of your throat and you drew in a deep breath, letting it out in a scream as you came hard on his cock. Your pussy clenched down on Bucky’s thick length as he pounded into you furiously.

“Good girl, good girl, that’s my girl,” Bucky mumbled, his arms digging under your back so his hands could hook over your shoulders. He used his grip to fuck you harder and faster. He never stopped, never relented even a little, his pace brutal and unyielding through your orgasm.

As wave after wave of pleasure continued to crash over you, you realized he was driving you toward another release. You’d lost control of your limbs, your body writhing uncontrollably beneath your best friend as he pounded into you like he was determined to literally fuck you dumb. Your legs trembled on either side of his waist and you gasped for air, still dizzy and not yet recovered from his hand around your throat or your first orgasm. “I can’t,” you choked out on a gasp. “Bucky, I can’t—not again.”

“You can, sugar,” Bucky argued, his tone sweet but merciless as he kept up his relentless thrusting. “I promised to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop and I don’t hear you saying ‘stop.’”

Bucky’s cock plunged so deep and hard, he hit a spot that stole the breath from your lungs. Even though you didn’t think it was possible, you came again, the orgasm sweeping through you and leaving you shaking and trembling as you screamed, “Stop!”

With a loud groan, Bucky stopped, his cock stuffed deep inside you as he gave in to his own pleasure. Bucky’s teeth sank into the base of your neck, where your throat met your shoulder, hard enough to make you scream again. Your fingers twisted in his hair and held him against you as you rode out your second orgasm, feeling Bucky’s cock throb and twitch inside you as he emptied himself in your pussy. You felt his warm release coat your insides, leaking out and down your ass.

Finally, Bucky collapsed on top of you, his arms wrapping around your waist between you and the couch, while your arms circled his shoulders. After a moment of being pressed into the soft cushions by your best friend’s body weight, he rolled you onto your sides, his softening cock slipping free from your dripping pussy and making you groan softly.

You were both still catching your breath, but Bucky reached around and picked up the blanket from the floor, pulling it over your rapidly cooling bodies to ward off the chill of his apartment. You snuggled into your best friend’s chest, humming happily as you recovered from what was easily the best sex of your life. Thinking back on everything that’d just happened, it reminded you of what Bucky had said while he’d been buried balls-deep in your cunt and you stiffened.

“You better not be having regrets, sugar,” Bucky warned in a deep voice, satisfaction soaking his tone. His heavy breaths started to even out and his voice turned determined. “If you need me to recap where we stand, I will: You’re mine, I’m yours, you’re my girlfriend and my best friend and I’m your boyfriend and your best friend.” He dragged his eyes open and pinned you with his icy stare. “Does that cover everything?”

“Yep,” you squeaked, cheeks heating at how thoroughly he’d read your panic. But then his words fully permeated your mind and your face settled into a smile as happiness unfurled throughout your body. You felt yourself melting into Bucky.

“Good,” he grumbled, rolling onto his back and tucking you into his side between his body and the back of the couch. He retrieved the remote from the floor, accidentally picking up your shorts in the process. They landed on his lap. He held the small garment up between pinched fingers. It was obvious to your eyes that they were far too small for your body and you had a feeling Bucky could tell as well. “Were you trying to torture me with this?” he asked, giving you a look out of the corner of his eyes.

“No, I just…” you trailed off trying to think of a way to put your evil little plan into words that didn’t make you sound too childish. “It was a trick? Like trick or treat?” you tried, but Bucky’s unamused expression told you that you’d have to try again. With a sigh, you finally admitted the truth. “I just wanted to see what you’d do, if you’d react at all.”

“Sugar, sugar, sugar,” Bucky groaned, tossing the shorts back on the floor and the remote on the coffee table. The movie on the TV had long since finished, the picture having gone back to its info screen. “I never had a hope of keeping my hands off you in that getup.” He buried his face in your neck, licking the bite mark he’d left and soothing the ache away with every stroke of his tongue. His voice was slightly muffled against your skin as he went on, saying, “How could I not react to my gorgeous best friend flashing her tits and ass in the tiniest PJs I’ve ever seen?”

You giggled in his arms, squirming to get closer to him, throwing a leg over his thigh. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds kind of silly.”

Bucky pulled back, tilting your chin up so you looked into his face. “No, I’m glad you did it,” he said, his tone serious. “I’ve wanted to tell you for ages how I felt, but it wasn’t until you pushed me that I finally got out of my head and did something about it.” He ducked down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you, sugar.”

“Love you too, Bucky,” you murmured, pulling him in for a longer, sweeter kiss. “Hmm,” you hummed as you pulled away. “I think I’d better keep those pajamas, though, even if they are a little small.” You gave him a devilish grin.

Bucky groaned good-naturedly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Only if you want me to bite and torture every inch of you, sugar,” he warned, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement at the idea.

You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could even as you buzzed with anticipation, shooting him a wicked smirk as you quipped, “What’s a little biting, a little torture between best friends?”

With a short laugh, Bucky leaned in and nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the bite with his tongue before slipping inside your mouth. He rolled you onto your back and took his time worshiping your body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down your neck to your chest, then even lower. Bucky sucked a hickey into your thigh before giving the same torturous attention to your pussy until you were dripping and begging for his cock.

That night, you and Bucky never managed to finish the horror movie he’d originally put on, or watch any others your best friend had picked out for your Halloween horror movie night. But you did wake up the next morning snuggled up in the arms of your best friend and boyfriend. Marks from his teeth and fingers dotted your skin and you both loved the sight so much, he promised never to leave your skin unmarked.

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