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#John walker’s gotta go
scarlet-daisy · 11 months
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jealousy is a good look on you | bucky barnes
18+ minors dni!!
(oneshot)
TW: smut, unprotected p in v, mentions of walker hitting on r, metal hand (choking kinda), r is turned on by bucky using a gun, sergeant kink, creampie, jealousy (bucky), slight breeding if u squint? (lmk if i missed any)
i saw the gif and this is the result. bye
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“b-bucky!” you cried out, his thrusts getting harder. he was pissed. “you can take it doll. you always take me so well.” he kissed your shoulder.
it wasn’t you who needed the reminder of who you belong to, it was him. he couldn’t help but feel that jealousy even though he knew deep down you were his.
jealousy and insecurities fuelled his lust and desire to utterly fuck you.
“y-you’re too deep!”
“feels good, doesn’t it bunny?”
“s-so good sergeant”
you panted, grabbing the vibranium arm from your hip and wrapped his hand around your throat.
he looked hesitant but you just grinned. “i trust you”
those three words set him off. he tightened his grip slightly and thrusted faster.
it wasn’t the first time you’d gotten him to fuck you with the metal around your throat but it was the first time you wanted him to do it less than an hour after a mission. a mission where john walker decided to hit on you.
your eyes wandered over to the gun that sat right next to the two of you. the cool metal laying on the same sheets you were.
bucky had been three seconds away from using it on the u.s agent, just as he had used to on the rogue hydra agents earlier.
“fuck sweetheart. can feel you squeezin’ me” he grunted, pushing your legs up higher so he could get deeper.
your eyes glazed over and you looked up at him dumbly.
“can i cum, sergeant?” you sniffled, feeling impossibly close to release.
he ran his thumb over your chin and then over your bottom lip.
you parted your lips, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucked on it sweetly.
“fuck baby. never gotta ask, alright? always want you t’use me. i’m just here for you” he sighed at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb.
you moaned deep in your chest as your orgasm hit you, back arching and nails clawing at your boyfriends back.
you clenched around him like a vice and he could no longer stop the string of ‘fuck sweetheart’s from spilling past his lips.
“shit baby, m’gonna cum. where you wan’ it, doll?” he was starving off his release, wanting you to say the magic words.
“inside me sergeant” you babbled, tears rolling down from the corners of your eyes as another high built to its peak.
“good girl. i’ll fill ya up real nice, doll. promise you. fuck, you’ll be so full of me. cum with me baby.” he let go of your neck and buried his face in the crook of it instead. he dropped his weight on you and let himself go just as you did.
your cries were muffled by his shoulder as were his, by yours. the warmth of his seed flooded your pussy as he kept moving in and out slowly, helping you ride out your high.
“i’m yours, buck” you smiled softly. his thumb moved up to wipe your tears and kissed your forehead.
“i’m yours” you repeated. you stayed like that for a couple minutes, so wrapped up in each other.
“fuck” he muttered and you grinned, gliding your hand up his back and into his hair.
“jealousy is a good look on you, you know.”
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bucknastysbabe · 7 months
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I knew at once, I knew he needed me
B. Barnes x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Canon-ish universe, friends to lovers, Bucky’s last trauma, flagsmashers debacle, TW: Bucks past non-con but no detail, blowjobs, fluff and smut, MAN TEARS, sexual dysfunction, Bucky Needs Orders, soft domme, Subby Bucky, Bucky is the sweetest sad meow meow who loves his girl, dry-humping, super-soldier loads amirite
Mood board under cut
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Something about Bucky shifted when he went off on the Flag Smasher’s ordeal. You’d gotten a debrief back at HQ. No, you were not super powered. Simply a secretary who once upon a time was a SHIELD agent. But you’d got to know the reclusive former Winter Soldier bits and pieces at first.
Sam shoved him in charge of the Compound while he was dealing with things as the Falcon. Therefore you had to deal with a very surly one-hundred something man who had a staring problem and vocalized all of about 10 words— variants of no. You felt for the poor guy, he’s out of time, his best friend dipped off, and now the government owns him again.
You’d be tired and grumpy too.
But eventually your clipped conversations had turned into iPhone lessons along other modern world curiosities. The recruits were, safe to say, a bunch of jackasses and Bucky would come sit with you to have some coffee and mellow out as you typed. He’d grumble and rave, metal hand whining and whirring.
Then he asked you on a date.
Date turned to more dates.
More dates turned into ‘going steady’ and being ‘his best girl’. It was cotton candy sweet how kind and gentle he was. You knew there was a fear lingering he would hurt you on accident or go haywire. That somehow those words would come back— but they were gone.
You’d remind him sweetly with a squeeze of left inorganic hand and a peck on his pouty lips. He’d walk you back to your apartment and had been in there before for dinner, but was reluctant to stay the night. Reluctant to get anything but a little handsy while making out.
That was okay, he’d been through a lot. You didn’t mind, it was fun exploring with Bucky to find his sexuality, what felt good, what made him tick. Sometimes it could be frustrating but a vibe would do the trick until further notice.
On a miserable day Buck informed you he had to go with Sam on a mission. That mission turned into an entire ordeal, you keeping your head down and doing what you did. The Avenger’s secretary, oft dealing with the wonkiest of adventures under the guidance of Pepper.
Buck had left a message now and then, missing you dearly. The video of John Walker made you sick and worried to the point that Pep had you take the day off. The fact that Zemo was cavorting around with Sam and Bucky was it’s own nightmare.
You managed to reach Bucky on an encrypted line, begging for him to be safe. The soldier had chuckled blithely and replied, “I’m trying my best. No Zemo isn’t trying to kill me. That jackass Walker is going down though. Gonna’ get this under control and get back to you, sweet pea. I-,” he paused on the line, “I love you. I miss you too. Take care of yourself, gotta go okay?”
You blubbered back an ‘I love you’ and ate a pint of ice cream that night, wearing his shirt, watching that familiar face on the news. Hopefully they would get this Karli girl arrested and end any source of new serum. Put that asshole fake Cap away too.
It did. Sam emerging as the new Captain America, you jumping and cheering alone in the apartment with Alpine. Bucky was smirking in the back. You’d get to see him soon. He left a message he had to sort out one more thing before going home.
A little disappointed, you were glad Bucky went to help Sam’s family out. But you did have a job. On the bright side you could talk to your boyfriend every day. He seemed keen to get home, rambling about things he missed, things he remembered on the worldwide adventure. When Bucky would get off in his thoughts, his voice would get so soft and breathy, making your cheeks flush.
He groaned, “Soon babydoll, soon, I think I’m going to strap you to my side and we’ll catch up on all these movies from the journal.”
“I can’t wait.”
As stated before, there was a shift in Buck. Not bad. Something occurred though. And you couldn’t complain when he had you pinned to the couch, hands roving your body, breathing down your neck, “Oh god, missed you s’much, so damn cold most of the time.”
His toned thighs held yours spread out, hot length pressed to your core, only thin pairs of underwear as a barrier. Things were getting wet down there every rut of his hips. Bucky moaned in frustration, almost trying to bury himself in your skin.
Grabbing scruffy chin you refocused hazy eyes to you. Softly you murmured, “Slow down handsome. I’m not going anywhere. You okay?” Bucky blinked a bit and blushed, sheepishly apologizing with closed eyes, “I- baby- sorry. I don’t know either, jus’ want you. Life’s too short.”
You narrowed your eyes and prodded, “Don’t rush through something you’re not ready for yet.”
Bucky’s blues peered dead into your being this time as he swore, “Been living in fear since I got brought back. I know that I want you, and god it feels Fuckin’ good.” You kissed him passionately after that, tightening your thighs around trim waist.
Bucky hiccuped and heaved when he spilled all over your clothed cunt, sweetly begging for more. You scratched softly at his scalp, ushering the needy thing along. The brunette slid against his own spend and your slick panties, breath hitching. He whined, “S’good, s’good, wet, ff-fuck!”
You ended up spasming and cumming on Buck’s fourth orgasm, so goddamn slick between the pair of you now. He shook down to his toes, holding you tight as he mewled, “Oh god, oh god, fffucking hurts, can’t stop, baby y-ya feel s’good.”
Poor baby had milked himself dry after two more loads, gasping and making the prettiest little hitched noises. You’d led the pliant super soldier to the shower and tended to him, Buck was out to the park after all that intense sensation, hell, sensuality.
He’d softly thank you over and over again between apologies, until the big teddy fell asleep in your arms, puffing softly. Buck wouldn’t have a nightmare that night. Nor many another night after wearing himself out.
No penetration yet, but fucking close. He wasn’t quite ready for that. You knew he was in some sort of phase, spurred on by whatever occurred in Madripoor. He wouldn’t elaborate but said it made him want human touch again. He’d fess up when he was ready, because then you’d let the needy baby fuck.
Walking into your apartment with a sprawled Bucky red faced and teary made you wonder if he was ready. His cock was red and obscenely engorged, leaking copious precum, balls just as heavy looking. The soldier had pushed his briefs down and looked like he’d been at it for awhile based on the redness and his sweaty chest. You swallowed back some drool. Fuck.
“Honey? Bucky? What’s going on?”
A divine whimper graced your senses. His lashes were thick and clumped from tears. Bucky whined, “Need you, my h-hands, fuck!” He bit down on his lip roughly, obviously frustrated. Blood dribbled down Buck’s stubbled chin.
Dropping your stuff and bolting over to your lover had him barely relax, hiccuping a bit. You straddled his lap, careful not to irritate or stimulate too much. Grabbing his gorgeous face with two hands you stared calmly, as one would to a child coming down from a tantrum, “Baby. Need you to take a couple breaths and tell me what’s going on.”
His chest stuttered, breath thin, you instructing some box breathing, counting for Bucky. You could feel him relax underneath you, pulse lowering, that residual twitching dying down. Your lover blinked a couple of times, lips pulled into a frown.
Now gently scratching his scalp you tried again, “Can you tell me what’s going on sweetheart? Something happened in Madripoor. I want to help, I can help if you just talk baby boy.”
His gaze held your own, a gritting of his jaw and slow exhale. Bucky’s mismatched hands slid carefully up the tops of your thighs to grip your hips. The brunette rasped, “We did a ploy. I played…him..to get information we needed. Whole set up with Zemo trying to sell me. It reminded me of my,” he gulped, “other uses.”
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, no,” you rambled while pulling him in closer. Bucky eased back and shook his head, “You make it easier. I just…I..I have trouble doing anything without orders right now. I’ve been too- ugh fuck- embarrassed to say anything. But goddamn if I’m not horny all the time, it’s so twisted.” He tucked wet lashes against your neck, steadying his breathing.
You did some deductions in your head. Bucky had been sating any sort of carnal urges on his own. The little ploy had switched that button deep in Buck’s brain that he needed orders to cum. No wonder he’d been so needy, begging you for release, your lover had been in a mindfuck for two months.
You cooed, “Oh Buck, you can tell me anything, c’mon now. I’m not shaming you one bit. If we need to work through this we will.” Poor thing looked like he was going to cry again, nipping that swollen bottom lip. You shoved your thumb between those pretty lips and hummed, “Stop beating yourself up. I’m more than happy to order my handsome boy around.”
Bucky had instinctively opened to accept your digit, cheeks flaming harder than before. You softly pressed down on his tongue, the brunette drooling and jerking underneath you. The tension seemed to melt out of his body with this one authoritative action.
“Such a sweetheart, can’t help it, don’t worry, we’ll get you back in charge in no time. But just relax for now,” you swiped a tear away, “I’m not going to hurt a hair on your pretty head. Thank you for telling me.”
He whined around your thumb, more and more drool leaking onto a strong chest. You hummed, “I’m going to suck your cock.” It felt almost dirty but Bucky whimpering around your thumb was a relief, a gargled, “Pleaaaaseee.”
Sliding your thumb out of his puffy lips, Bucky made another pitiful noise at the loss. When your slick thumb swirled around his purpling cockhead the brunette shouted in surprise, hands gripping into the couch cushions.
“Going to suck your cock and you’re gonna love it, pretty boy,” you cooed, breathing over where he needed it most. A dollop of pre dribbled out, your tongue lapping it up gently. Buck’s thighs twitched and he moaned, throwing his head back. The cushion ripped on his left side.
You swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip, lapping on the underside just to hear him gasp your name. Popping off you rasped, “Grab my hair, you can move me to your pace.” He nodded disjointedly, flesh hand ever so carefully rerouting to your ponytail.
You began to bob down the length on him, other hand crawling up to caress and gently squeeze his hefty balls. Poor Buck, all backed up. He needed to cum bad. His voice came out as a thin whine, “Ohaaaahhh- wha- I’ve never.” You couldn’t help but smile at being his first.
Satisfaction that no one forcibly took this intimate act from him, not to mention you beat out likely someone’s great grandmother to suck the great Bucky Barnes’ dick. Licking and humming on a vein had your own throat stretching and slick, drool collecting around your obscenely stretched lips.
You fucking loved sucking cock. Especially such a big boy’s like Bucky’s. His hips jerked, forcing the blunt tip down your throat, you finally swallowing him down the best you could. Swallow swallow swallow, this was for your baby. Bucky’s built chest shuddered with his staccato breath, babbling, “So good baby s’good s’good, ohmyfuck.”
He whined again when you came up for air, drooling and heaving over that gorgeous prick. Bucky whimpered, “You look pretty, can I cum? Soon? Please?” You nodded, voice hoarse, “No more deep but I want you to fill my throat with all that cum. You have all the permission, actually, an order to cum.”
It didn’t take long of you humming and shallowly bobbing on his rapidly swelling cock for the first load to come. Bucky’s heavy balls contracted and drew tight under your palm, sending hot seed down your throat. You eagerly swallowed, sucking harder if anything. Bucky moaned and cried, squirming, legs sluttily spreading by the second climax.
You so desperately wanted to fuck around with that tender skin behind his balls but stuck to rolling and squeezing. You suckled on the crown, flicking tongue at the quickest speed, the poor thing warning with a sob, “Again!” He filled your mouth up this round, a fucking surprise, damn super soldiers. Dutifully gulping it again you slurped up excess drool and slowed the pace until Bucky was shying away, mewling.
Gently tucking him back in you wiped your mouth, laughing softly at the drool covering your blouse. God knows how wet your panties were. Bucky panted and hugged you oh-so-tight, warbling the cutest thanks. Wrapping back around Buck you curled the hair growing out around his ears and pressed little kisses to his cheeks.
“I’ve got you baby, we can do orders until you’re up to par. Feeling better?”
He rasped softly, “So much better, god, thank you.”
“No need, I love you. You know that. I’m quite satisfied I was the first to give you head.”
Pressing your lips to another stray tear he repeated it back, “Love you too, angel.” He smiled dopily, “The last too, that mouth works wonders.”
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ROBBERS- J.B BARNES
Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky x Mob Boss Wife! Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Summary: bucky and you were your own little version of bonnie and clyde, getting the most excited out of the most violent things. the two of you ruled the world- who cared about anyone else?
Warnings: SMUT. SMUTTY. gun sex/ penetration (yes, yes you read that right), daddy kink, choking, teasing, pet names, heavy praise kink, dry humping, pussy slapping,  murder and violence (some gore)
“and he’s got his gun, and he’s got his suit on. she says, babe, you look so cool, you look so cool...” - robbers, the 1975
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“Are you kidding me Walker?!” a low voice growled, anger laced in his voice as he smashed his fists on the table, standing up with a start. 
A visible flinch was seen from the blonde, worry etched in his features as the brunette neared him, fists clenched, his target of threat chosen. “It’s not my fault sir I-”
 “Oh no you don't get to go all boo-hoo on me Walker. This is one hundred percent your fault.” he hissed through clenched teeth, gripping the man's shirt hard enough to rip the top buttons as he glared down at the cowardly man. 
Blood stained his white collared shirt, Bucky's hands still stained with his past client. His eyes bore holes in Walker, piercing icy blues turned dark and malicious. “We had a deal. The money was due last week. You swore on it.”
 “ I know sir and I told you I'm sorr-”
 Bang! 
His fist hit the table hard enough to dent it, the metal adorned with a fist, ring marks appearing in the silver. 
“ I don't care for your sorrys Walker.” 
He threw him to the ground with force, causing him to wheeze as the breath was knocked out of him. You watched from behind the cool metal door, peeping silently through the little glass window as you soaked it all in. 
It was cruel, the amount of excitement you got when you saw your husband like this. The fury that was pent up inside him was indescribable, smoke seeming to spout from out his ears as he peered down at the man. His breathing was heavy and shallow, you could see the rise and fall of his chest as his back muscles rippled from under the fabric of his rumpled shirt. 
John was spewed across the cool floor, body seeming to be bent at awkward angles as he struggled to grab something unknown to you. 
You had seen many men in his position before. They had learned too late, what the rules of the game were. Bucky was the king of the chessboard, and they were scattered pawns. 
You- you were his queen of course. 
No one had laid a finger on you, since that one night so many summers ago in the shady streets of Brownsville, before Bucky had saved you. Had taken you in, had raised you to be the strong, brave and bright woman you were today- who didnt take shit from anyone. You couldn't live without him- and you weren't ashamed to admit it. He was the only one who could bend and mold you to his bidding, and you wanted nothing more than to happily oblige him. 
You watched in slow motion as John moved suddenly. Reaching in his back pocket, you saw the faint glimmer of a metal handle being drawn, the weapon about to be placed between your husband's pretty eyes.
 You were faster than the man, if he could even be called that, his crimes and dirty work making him more of a cunt than a man. Faster than the speed of light you banged open the door and pulled out your nine millimeter shooting straight for the head, blood spraying everywhere as his body went limp. 
Frantic eyes met yours, and visible relief washed over your husband as he realized it was you, his beautiful wife who had pulled the trigger.
 “You gotta stop getting yourself into trouble baby blue eyes.” you cooed, heels clicking on the marble as you stepped over the corpse, bending down to pocket his weapon into your purse that had clattered on the floor. 
“ You know me shortcake, I’m a sucker for trouble.” he smirked, pulling you closer to his body, hands brushing over your hips with a gentleness that was long gone from his body a few seconds ago. 
Bucky was a mean, mean man- but never with you. No, you were his sweetheart, his shortcake, the queen that ruled Brooklyn alongside him. 
His equal. 
He spoiled you, truly.
 “Is that why you married me?” you questioned sweetly, fingers brushing the fresh splattered blood on his jacket to bring it to your lips, tongue sucking it slowly. 
He moaned at the sight, and you felt the very evident bulge that rutted against your stomach as you fussed over him. “ You’re trouble shortcake. But you're my trouble.” he grinned, fingers coming in contact to lace with yours. 
You sighed in contempt at the comfort you felt with him, despite that dead corpse that lay meer inches away from your Prada heels, blood beginning to make its way over to pool near your feet. 
“ Only yours Daddy.” you smiled sweetly at him, tugging him along with you over Walker's body and towards the door. You were getting needier by the second. His presence alone was enough to send you into overdrive, your body turning to mush at his slight touch. 
The door shut being the two of you with a click, worry of the body already gone from your mind as you knew one of James men would take care of it. 
“ Y’know you owe me new heels Daddy these will stain- oof!” 
You were cut off with a strong grasp on your neck, Bucky slamming you back against the wall with slight force, making you moan. Your purse clattered to the floor, weapons rattling softly as Bucky pinned you, licking his lips with hunger.  
His grip tightened slightly, rings digging into your neck as you looked up at him, eyes widening at his grin. “ I’ll buy you new ones after I fuck you in them.” he whispered in the shell of your ear, teeth tugging on it gently.
 “Your mouth utters such foul language darling.” you drawled, his kisses and biting replacing where his hand once lay, hands now gripping your thighs to lift you up to his height. A wanton moan escaped your lips as he began to rut against your burning core, marks and bruises tracing down your collar and now reaching the peaks of your breasts as Bucky peered up at you, eyes wild and lust-filled. 
His fingers slipped under your dress teasingly, fingers ghosting your thighs as he stroked them closer and closer to the place you needed them most. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you cried, your skin feeling like it was on fire with his touch, your juices puddling in your panties. 
“Tsk tsk, none of that baby. Daddy wants to hear you.” he cooed against your skin, biting on it with a harsh tug that made your eyes widen as another moan left your lips.
 “James they’ll see us-” you whined, mind turning foggy at the sensations as he pulled your thong to the side and slapped your clit harshly.
 “ Let them. Barton probably wants a show. He knows he can't lay a hand on you though or I’d cut it off, that’s what makes it so fun.” he smirked, smacking your pussy again, laughing when you’d buck your hips in response.
 “ What if I wanted to do that?” you smiled, emitting a low laugh from him. 
“Then I guess I’d watch with a scotch in my hand shortcake.” 
You giggled, but were cut off with his touch, your lips parting into an O shape as he stroked his fingers across your sensitive clit and teased your clenching walls as he grazed them along your wetness. They were snatched away as quickly as they came, and you whined impatiently at the sudden loss of contact. 
“Shhh… you know I’ll give you what you want baby.” he cooed, hand reaching in his back pocket to reveal a gleaming silver handgun. You gulped audibly, the cool metal gleaming from the overhead lights. 
“ Do you trust me?” he asked softly, the tenderness and love in his voice sounding like the sweetest melody you had ever heard. 
“ With my life. I didn't get your name tattooed on my thigh for nothing Daddy.” you laughed, meeting his soft baby blues as he smiled gently, kissing you with passion and sweetness you were addicted to. 
The kiss was soft, gentle, like doves in the wind. His kisses took you away from any negative objectives in your life, guarding and protecting you with its sweetness- like sugar. James was so adoring, so protective of you it nearly brought tears to your eyes. You were internally thankful for his presence in your life, filling up the endless void that stuck to you like a ghost. 
He made you whole. And despite having a loaded weapon in his hand, he treated you like you were a porcelain doll as he neared the revolver towards your soaked cunt.
 “I love you shortcake.” he whispered, slowly inching the barrel into your cunt, and you stretched around it deliciously. It chilled you to the bone, balancing out the hotness your body felt with Bucky so near. 
You clenched around it tightly, walls sucking in the gun as if it was Bucky's cock. A deep moan left your lips, eyes rolling back to the whites as he allowed you to get used to the feeling in your hole.
 “So pretty like this shortcake.” he groaned, beginning to rock the weapon in and out of you slowly. Your wetness dripped down the gun as he slowly pounded it into you, peppering kisses to your cheeks and neck as you cried out at the feeling. 
“ Please Daddy!” 
“Please what? You gonna cum shortcake? You really needed this didn't you honey?”  
You nodded frantically, gripping his shoulders tightly as you felt your orgasm approaching at lightning speed. Your body was blazing, so hot hot hot as you grinded down on the gun, needing more.
 The adrenaline running through your body left you breathless, and you couldn't tell if you were turned on by the fact someone could turn the corner and see this at any second, or if it was the fact your husband was quite literally fucking you with a loaded weapon. 
 “Daddy I’m gonna cum-” you shivered, body shaking and trembling at the overload of stimulation you were receiving. 
“ Look at me when you cum shortcake. You look so perfect and pretty when you do.” he cooed gently, nipping at your earlobe.
 That did it for you. Cumming with a scream of his name, your juices soaked the revolver and sprayed over his hand, making your mind go blank. You couldn't think, couldn't feel as you stood floating on a cloud, one of pure rapture. 
Bucky was talking, but you felt as if you were swimming underwater, ears ringing and muffled. He stoked your body with his hands, kissing you all over as you came back to reality, legs shaking and toes curled.
 “ You back with me honey?” he smiled, bringing the gun up to his mouth to lick your juices clean off it. You moaned at the sight, making him chuckle as he pocketed the gun. 
“ Thank you Daddy.” 
“ Anything for you shortcake. Now you wanted new shoes now hmm?”
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billthedrake · 4 months
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Another story idea given by @maturedadsandmen
BIRD IN THE HAND
Cole Walker was about two blocks from his destination when his phone rang. He normally wouldn't answer it, but it was his sorta-kinda boyfriend/fuckbuddy John. Cole still made fun of John for still preferring to call instead of just text, but that's what you get sometimes for dating a man much older.
"Hey," the 24 year old answered. DC weather had moved from cold to brisk and his cheeks were flush.
"Hiya sexy," the said. John's voice was a craggy tenor, with an upstate New York accent. "Just wanted to hear your voice."
Cole smiled. The whole arrangement with John was weird, to say the least. The congressional staffer didn't even know the guy's last name. John was an FBI agent who was VERY closeted. In a town like DC, that wasn't unusual, and Cole himself had only told a couple of close friends that he was gay. But John seemed to want the boyfriend stuff as much as the sex. Cuddling, long talks, dates. All while being crazy protective of his privacy.
"Tough day?" Cole asked. He wished he didn't feel so eager to talk to the man, but it wasn't like he was ready for an open boyfriend either. The fact the federal agent was 47 made something real and public seem impossible to the younger man. He, too, enjoyed the play-pretend nature of their dating if he was honest with himself.
"And how," John breathed. "I'm about to meet a buddy for dinner, but I wanted to call... we still on for date night Saturday? I'll take you somewhere nice." It was only then that Cole could tell the man was in a public place and talking a little quieter than normal.
"Yeah," Cole replied. "And you don't have to go all out. I just enjoy seeing you."
There was a contrite pause on the other end. "I know I've not been good at things lately.. but would it be pushing my luck to have you stay over this time?"
Cole's heart pounded. It was hard to hold a grudge. "No, not at all."
John's volume got lower. "Damn, studly," he hissed. "That's gonna help me get through this week all right."
"Yeah," the younger man chimed in.
"Listen... I gotta go. But see you Saturday?"
"Yep," Cole replied. "Looking forward to it."
After they hung up, Cole felt guilty. It wasn't like he and John were boyfriends, really, not in the conventional sense, and they'd never said anything about being exclusive. If the agent ever asked, Cole would very likely agree to be a one-man guy but until then...
But the real reason he felt guilty is that Paul Ricciardi pushed his buttons in a different way than John. Cole dubbed him the "Head Honcho" is his mind, and while Ricciardi wasn't the number one guy at the Bureau, he wasn't that far down the org chart. In a lot of ways, he was the opposite of John - married and addicted to down-low sex, more dominant in bed, and confident in hooking up with a recently graduated dude despite his high-profile position. He knew Cole Walker was after dick and wasn't gonna blab to anyone.
Paul was just wrapping up a phone call when he heard the buzzer of the apartment. The rental was justified as a place to crash for late nights, but certainly his wife knew her 53-year-old husband kept on an affair, maybe more than one. They just never talked about it. The dont-ask-dont-tell approach worked for the law man.
Ricciardi's gruff face cracked a smile when he opened the door to see Cole. Dudes like this were dime a dozen in DC... congressional staffer, needy bottom, daddy issues galore. But this Walker kid was exceptional: he'd played soccer at Georgetown and his bulking up since graduation had interfered with that youthful jock look. The real deal. No two ways about, Cole was gorgeous. Just the right amount of masculine, the right amount of cute, total boy-next-door who still carried that jock gain as he walked in.
"Hey," Cole's voice said, quietly as he walked in. He respected Paul's need for discretion, it was almost intuitive.
"Hey," the career law enforcement man whispered in a soft growl, shutting the door. "You look hot as fuck."
Cole's eyes swept up Ricciardi's build. Mid-50s and fit as ever, the toned daddy beef filling out Paul's conservative but expensive suit and the short-cropped gray hair setting off the intensity of the man's brown eyes. The tie was loosened but other wise he was a poster boy for Bureau leadership. "You too," he gulped.
Paul grinned and reached up to cup the back of Cole's neck, yanking the younger man into a hot kiss.
Cole moaned into Paul's mouth as that thick tongue conquered him. He could taste scotch and smell the man's cologne. Reflexes kicked in as he reached forward to hold the man's suited waist, enjoying the feel of the Head Honcho's hard body beneath.
The kiss was over as quickly as it started. Ricciardi stepped back and reached down to unzip his suit trousers. The man wasn't overly hung - like John, his cock was meaty, even fat. "Gonna suck Daddy's cock, kid?" Paul roughly growled.
"Fuck yes," Cole said. He's been with only six men since first becoming sexually active at 21. But he quickly realized he was all bottom - orally and anally. He was still surprised he'd bagged two FBI men over the last year and a half. Luck, for sure, but it was also clear the ex-soccer jock had a type. Both Paul and John were strong, silent daddy personalities. His own father was a PA state trooper, and one day Cole would have to analyze the fucked-up part of his head that got turned on by that. Or not. Maybe it was something that could never fully be explained - it's just something about a law enforcement man pushed his buttons big time.
Paul Ricciardi was careful about who he fucked. He had a one-at-a-time rule, for the sake of discretion. By now, he'd had his share of hot young men. He'd met some real sluts and a couple of ex-jocks like Cole. But no one had combined that effortless masculinity with a real bottom eagerness like this kid.
"Fuck yeah," he growled as Cole began deep throating that fat hog. "Swallow Daddy."
More than he realized Cole was worked up that evening. He would have chalked it up to missing this cock, but actually Paul had reached out to him more frequently lately, no longer the once a month booty call. Maybe the more he had it, the more he wanted it.
That hand now clasped the back of Cole's neck and held tight as Paul's hips went into overdrive. Fast hard jabs battered the back of Cole's gullet. It was too much, and Cole coughed some on it, which made Paul pause before starting a gentler, if no less deep, thrusting.
Finally he pulled out, that dick spit wet and rock hard. It was beautiful to Cole. Like with John, he decided he liked the extra girth more than he craved extra length. For as bottomy as he was, the young stud wasn't a size queen. He'd prefer a tool that could use him without too much discomfort.
"To the bedroom, kid," Paul hissed, a hint of a smile cracking on the stern face. He was used to being in charge in every aspect of his life. He was in charge now. But something about this jock stud made him feel a little less in control.
Cole scrambled up. He'd learned to come over to Paul's prepared. Sometimes the two took their time, sometimes the married man seeded him in two minutes flat and sent him back home. As they entered the spare bedroom for the apartment, Cole quickly peeled off his sweatshirt and T in one move and just as quickly kicked off his sneakers and peeled down the jeans. There was nothing underneath and his own hardon stood up erect and excited. Cole may not have had the girth of his boyfriend or this man, but he was hung longer and the sparser crotch hair made his jock bone look even longer.
Paul was taking off his suit and laying it on a chair. He'd hang it up later. For now, his ravenous eyes were on Cole as he got onto the bed, on all fours. They didn't always mate this way but it was Ricciardi's favorite position, and Cole's too, thought they'd never talked about it. They just fucked.
Then watched the Head Honcho step toward the bed, his body tightly dense from dedicated workouts. The chest fur wasn't as silver as his hair, but it was getting there, and it got denser the closer toward that magic cock, which was already dripping.
"Damn, when was the last time you got off?" Cole asked.
Paul climbed on the bed and ran his hand over the ex-jock's dusty haired but half smooth rump. "Fucked the wife yesterday," he hissed. "I'm just a horny guy."
"I'll say," Cole replied. He didn't know what he thought about fooling around with a married man. It probably wasn't the moral thing to do. At least John was single, or said he was single. Maybe the man lied, hence the lack of a last name.
Then Cole felt the nuzzling of the man's face in his clean crack and the contact of that thick tongue. John was actually better at rimming, or at least liked to go longer, but something about Paul's intensity drove him wild. "Yes," he hissed backing his ass back against the man's munching face. A hard slap hit his cheek as the Head Honcho dove in more eagerly. It was gonna be a quick one, but Ricciardi was a grade-A ass man and could rarely resist a taste of Cole's jock hole.
"Goddamn," the FBI man finally said as he leaned up. Cole could feel that hard beef press against his back as Paul reached over for some lube. Just a squirt, not too much... Ricciardi liked a snug ride.
The man quickly fingere Cole and almost as quickly lined up that fat prick to press in.
Cole's deflowering, the night after his 21st birthday, had been by a very patient man, and he'd lucked out to find a couple of tops who knew how to go slow at first. Paul Ricciardi was the first man to show Cole he didn't always need slow.
That dick popped in now, snapping open the elasticity of the young man's pucker.
"Fuck yes!" Paul growled. He leaned forward again, covering Cole's smooth back with his own meaty furry one. "You feel that kid?"
"God yes," Cole hissed. Maybe it was the rank or the badge, but everything about Paul turned him on and made this FAR easier than he'd ever imagine. He even enjoyed the crude way Ricciardi's bone just barreled in further, past his internal tightness. "Fuck me, man."
That was Paul's cue, his green light. Wrapping an arm around Cole's shoulder and neck, he held on tightly and thrust all the way into the hot stud. Barely taking a rest, he began fucking, hard.
"Oh fuck!" Cole whimpered. He wished he could keep his normally deep voice low, but the pitch rose once Paul reamed him like this. "Oh god, oh fuck!"
A hand clasped over his mouth. Paul wasn't overly verbal today, though he could be. Instead he gripped the kid close and rode him hard. It had been a tough week and he needed a fuck like this to channel his stress.
Each mating like this made Cole wonder if it could get better. His prick was now leaking like crazy on Paul's bedsheets and his muscles flexed involuntarily in the man's strong grip.
THIS is what made him feel about going around behind John's back. Cole wished to god that John could fuck like this, or would fuck like this. The Head Honcho was even less available a man than John, but he outmanned Cole's boyfriend in the sack.
BAM, BAM, BAM. Paul's fat cock was relentless now. Some guys couldn't take it. Cole could, and would. The very knowledge had the FBI big-wig's prick getting slick with his own precum.
Cole concentrated and forced himself to quiet his moans. The hand unclasped from his mouth and moved to feel up more of the ex-soccer jock's lean body.
"You're close," he heard. Paul wasn't asking a question.
Cole forced his voice back to its deeper register. "Yah." He felt light headed now. Before Paul he thought hands-free cums were a myth. They weren't though, and he was about to offer proof again now.
"Oh shit," he breathed in a whisper. His dick jerked and the first spray of precum jetted out, matching what Paul was pushing deeper and deep into his guts with each hard jab.
BAM, BAM, BAM. The fucking was harder and faster, if possible, only Ricciardi was starting to lose his cadence. The man was orgasming now.
Cole's dick now jerked again, and the cum flew out. Seven heavy ropes of young cum being pressed out from within. Cole didn't pass out exactly, but he lost focus, like he'd sucked too many poppers at once.
Paul's body slowed and now rested immobile on his back. A light kiss was the one gesture of affection Ricciardi offered him, ever, but the simple act was more powerful for it. Cole wished he could have experienced his partner's cum more vividly, but the payoff of the simultaneous orgasm made up for it. He and John had done that once.
Paul rolled his muscular, FBI-fit body off his sexual conquest and lazily plopped onto the mattress. He was sweaty and handsome as fuck and his prick still twitched in its wetness, semen oozing out of the tip.
Just as lazily Ricciardi reached over to stroke Cole's side as the younger stud gingerly stretched his legs and lay on his back. "Remind me to thank your boyfriend for the hall pass," he hissed.
Cole had told the Head Honcho that he was seeing someone. He's admitted it to put Paul at ease for a discreet hookup, but he regretted sharing that info now. "He doesn't know, actually."
Paul chuckled. "I thought you said you had an arrangement... but that's cool, kid."
Cole felt embarrassed. "I mean, we don't have an exclusive thing, but I guess I haven't gone into details with him."
Normally the Head Honcho would be getting up, going to piss, showering off, or just slipping on some sweat pants in a clear signal it was Cole's time to go. Instead the man's eyes seemed not to get enough of the 24-year old and his hand moved up to gingerly stroke Cole's cute-handsome face.
"Well, I'm glad this works out for you," Ricciardi said. "I know I come on strong, but you're really fucking hot."
"I know," Cole smiled. He knew his worth, but it was also a joke.
Paul got it, chuckling. "As you can tell, I'm a busy man... but I'd love to see you a little more often. If it works out with you and your boyfriend." For a take-charge man, he seemed surprisingly shy in his request.
"That's be hot," Cole said. Paul Ricciardi didn't kiss as much as Cole would like, almost never after the act itself. But it was hard to give up the man's harder approach in bed and his overall sexiness. "You're really fucking hot, too."
"I know," Paul repeated Cole's joke back to him in perfect timing. "Am I hotter than your boyfriend?" he asked with a wink, then patted Cole's chest. "Sorry, that was my male competitiveness kicking in."
Cole nodded. He wasn't going to give Paul the satisfaction of an answer. Besides he didn't know how he would answer. John was sexy as fuck, too, and reminded Cole a lot of Paul in his stature, build, and appearance. "Maybe I shouldn't admit this but he works for the bureau, too."
"Yeah?" he smirked.
"Yeah," Cole nodded. He was glad to see Paul's laid back side. Maybe being married, the man wasn't bothered by hearing about another man. Lazily, the man's fingers caressed Cole's chest muscle. "John. A field agent," Cole said, opening up. He'd not been able to tell a single other soul about the most important development of his life over the last year. It turns out this DL hookup with a DC big shot gave him the only opportunity. He blushed as he added, "Funny thing is I don't even know his last name. He's super closeted. Always going on about how he's married to the Bureau and doesn't have time for anything else."
"Sounds like my brother Jo..." Paul stopped, his face growing beet red and his fingers pausing in their motion on Cole's naked body. "Jesus Christ, you're not fucking my brother are you?"
Cole was taken aback. The idea was crazy and yet once Paul said, he knew it was possible, even likely. The resemblance wasn't dead-on, but it wasn't far apart either. "I dunno," he stammered. "Fuck."
Paul got out of bed and Cole felt bad. Ashamed but also pissed. This guy was probably overreacting. There had to be a thousand Johns in the Bureau. But judging from the Head Honcho's reaction, Cole worried he'd fucked up a good thing.
Only Paul's expression wasn't anger as he walked back in. He had his phone in his hand. He slid back into bed and held it up. There was a photo of John already, probably taken a year ago at the beach, the agent in chino shorts and a casual polo, barefoot in the sand at sunset.
"Is that him?" Paul asked, like he was interrogating a suspect.
Cole nodded, tears welling at the edge of his eyes. "Sorry, Paul," he muttered. "Fuck, I didn't know."
Paul gave a grimace which was strangely comforting as he set down his phone. "I know you didn't, kiddo." He gave Cole a good look, like he was still trying to process things. "Confirmed bachelor, my ass," he laughed cynically.
"I don't know... he's kept things casual with us. Sometimes I think it's more a fuck buddy thing, you know?" Cole was trying to make it sound better, but the more he talked the more he realized it was sounding worse.
Paul had one last shake of the head. "Well, my brother had good fucking taste... I'll give him that." Then, "maybe you should go, OK?"
His tone was surprisingly empathetic, not mean. Cole could tell Paul was feeling concern that he'd encroached in onto his brother's guy and was processing the fact John was very probably full-on gay. And maybe the Head Honcho was worried how Cole was processing all this.
"Yeah," the ex-jock said, quickly gathering his clothes to put back on.
"Don't worry, kid," Paul said, leaning up in his bed, still naked and hunky looking. "This shit happens. Well, maybe not very often, but it's nothing to get freaked over."
"I'm OK," Cole said gamely. A million thoughts were racing in his mind but one worry in particular.
"But what?" Ricciairdi prompted, able to tell something was bugging the young guy.
"I shouldn't admit this," Cole said. "But I'm gonna miss the sex we've had."
Paul's brown eyes sought his and it was like their connection was a spark of energy. "Me, too, kid, me too."
Cole Walker thought about those words the whole walk back to his apartment.
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kittybeansbarnes · 6 months
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Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater
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Warnings: smut!! Angst. Cheating with the reader. And yeah😝
Word count: 2.1 k
A/n: i have a lot of things I’ve been meaning to write that I’m working on right now. Just been going through it lately so it’s been pretty hard to do things but I’ve been going to therapy an extra day a week so that’s helped. Beta’d by @soorwellystan SLAY! I hope y’all enjoy this😝💕 gonna post a Sam fic next🤭 apologies if your name is Jessie😭
Bucky x ex fiancés stepmom?? Reader😭
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He couldn’t believe Steve.
Forcing him to come to Natasha’s Halloween bash when he said he wanted to start his year off at home. Looking out at the sea of attractive well dressed people he can’t blame him. Hopefully he at least gets lucky tonight. He walks to the table full of drinks and snacks hoping to make himself something worth drinking.
“Trying to drink the night away?”
He turns his head to look at who’s talking to him. His breath hitches when he sees her. Flowing brown locks, big beautiful brown eyes.
“I’m Jessie”
He stares at her mouth agape. She's gotta be an Angel
“I’m uh I’m James or uh bucky”
“So James or Bucky. What brings you to this party?”
She teases, making him laugh.
“My friend Steve forced me to come. What about you Jessie? What brings you here?”
She breathes in deeply before laughing to herself “Believe me or not but I’m here on a first date”
She points to a man sitting on a couch sucking the face off of another girl making him wince
“Oh sorry. I assume there won’t be another date?”
He jokes, making her laugh and shake her head “oh no definitely the first and last.”
“Well how bout I take you on a real first date? Brunch tomorrow?” Bucky says confidently “Promise the only face I’ll suck on is yours” he winks flirtatiously
She looks at him with an amused smile
“I’d love that”
The rest of the night was spent getting to know each other and sharing many kisses.
Two years later he’s still just as in love with Jessie as he was then. Now he gets to call her his fiancé. Wedding planning has been stressful on them mentally and financially but Bucky likes to think they’re a lot like Jessie's parents.
Frank and Y/n Castle were the perfect example for how Bucky wants their relationship to be. Always loving, touching, and caring for eachother. Y/n has stuck by Frank no matter what. He'd be lying if he said he didn't harbor a small crush on the woman though. She just cares so much for Frank it makes him a bit envious. He remembers the day he met them. They looked so in love, he swears had never seen two people so in love. His parents were constantly fighting and leaving each other. They still do.
That's all Bucky has ever asked for love, loyalty, and trust. So now that he's looking at John Walker’s ass, as he thrust into his fiance in a cheap police uniform he’s beginning to question if it was too much. If he was too much. The bag in his hand falls to the floor with a loud thud making the two people on the bed jump and scramble to cover themselves up.
Jessie looks up at him with an expression of shock and fear.
“Bucky wait”
Turning on his heel he rushes out of their shared apartment, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. He refuses to cry while she’s chasing him down the halls
“Bucky, wait. Please let me explain”
Ignoring her he continues walking into his car, slamming the door as she nears. Taking a calming breath he pulls out of the parking lot and drives to the only place he can think of.
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It took a while for Bucky to get to the Castle residence due to Halloween traffic. Walking up the steps of the house he knocks. You open the door standing there in a cute little fairy costume, bowl of candy in hand
“Happy hallo- Bucky?” Confused, you look around the porch for your step-daughter when you notice the look of distress on Bucky's face.“Are you ok?” He throws himself to you sobbing uncontrollably. Finally allowing himself to break. Your hand sweeping the hair from his face, wiping the tears.“Hey, hey buck what’s wrong honey? Is Jess ok? What happened?” He tries to tell you but it only comes out in unintelligible babbles. You move him from the doorstep to the couch and leave him while you get him some water.
“Here you go hon, it’s ok. Take your time”
After a couple minutes of crying he builds up the courage to say it. “I caught Jessie cheating me” He can’t believe the words himself. His Jessie, sweet Jessie he proposed to months ago is cheating on him with John Walker?? Of all people. The dude she would come home and complain about. The dude who stole her promotion at work? How can she do this to him?
“Oh my god. Sweetie, that's terrible.” You pull him into a tight hug again. You can’t help the bitter scoff that comes out nor the words. “Like father like daughter I suppose”
Bucky looks up at you in confusion. That’s when he notices the missing streaks of makeup and glitter. The house is also empty, no Frank in sight. You can’t possibly mean what he’s thinking. Frank cheating on you? But you’re you!
“That asshole” he exclaims, making you laugh hard. He cracks a smile seeing you laughing so hard. He never understood cheating. He remembers the day he walked in on his mom crying after finding out his dad had been cheating on her with his secretary. He promised himself that day no matter what he’d never cheat on his partner. The next day his mom cheated on his dad and the cycle began. It’s morbid but knowing he’s not alone makes him feel slightly better. “How long ago did you find out? If you don’t mind me asking”
You take a deep breath thinking about that time you found panties that were definitely not yours stuffed in Frank’s back pocket almost a year ago. “A year”
Bucky's eyes widen almost comically “When did you kick him out?”
“Two days ago. He said he was gonna go camping with some friends and I just raged. Frank hates camping. Despises it. Hell when I recommended it for my birthday he just blew the whole plan over”
Bucky scoffs at that. “How can he do that? I mean to you? Out of all people.” He shakes his head in disappointment.
“ Like you said he’s an asshole”
“Yeah, but you're amazing. How can he ever want to risk losing someone as great as you. Not to mention how completely beautiful you are”
His last comment making you giggle shyly
“He’s an idiot that’s why. So is Jessie. Look at how handsome you are and your muscles” you fan your face, fake swooning and flirting back with him to lighten the situation. You know it worked when you hear his shy giggles.
You let out a shaky breath and turn to him with a serious face.“They never deserved us Bucky. They’re both idiots for doing this to us.”
He stares at you in complete awe. How do you do that so easily? Make things better and make him feel safe and comforted in such little time?
“We should get revenge on them” he blurts out.
“What? Like how?”
You stare at him waiting for him to speak when you feel his lips on yours.
He pulls back before you can react, apologizes spilling from his lips that you silence with yours.
“Fuck, yeah ok. Let’s get revenge”
His hands move down to play with your boobs through your costume. Tugging the hem of your low top down to reveal your bare breast
“Fuck, no bra?” your breath hitches as his mouth wraps around your nipple, sucking and nibbling on your stiff peaks. You bite your lip in a weak attempt to keep quiet but the feeling is too good. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting you. He gives you a mischievous grin as his hands wander to your thighs, squeezing and caressing them. His fingertips grazing the hem of your panties until they reach the wetness underneath them. “Fuck baby. You're so wet for me” he pulls your panties off you exposing you completely to him. “Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve seen”
“Prettier than Jessie’s?” You say teasingly, smirking down at him.
He lets out a breathy chuckle, lightly smacking your pussy making your hips buck forward “Don’t act dumb baby you know it’s prettier”
He leans in and kisses your wet folds, his tongue circling around your throbbing clit, as your hand shoots out to grip his hair.
“Fuck Bucky that’s so good”
He repeats the motion while his fingers inch closer to your clenching hole. You’d never felt this way before. Frank was always too lazy for this type of foreplay. Your mind fuzzes as you beg for something more. You need to feel him now. The situation you’re both in makes you extremely desperate for him.
“Please”
“Please what baby? Tell me what you want”
“I need you please” you moan.
“I’m right here baby. What do you mean?” He says innocently, giving you big doe eyes. An act.
You let out a frustrated groan and whine“I need your cock Bucky. I want to feel you inside me, throbbing and fucking me so good please” you give him back those same for eyes making him curse under his breath. He quickly stands leaning his knees against the couch, taking his belt off.
“Fuck little fairy I’ll give you whatever you want if you keep looking at me like that and begging so nicely” your pussy clenches at the nickname as he pushes his pants down enough to expose his hard cock and strokes himself. He pulls you in closer to him rubbing himself through your wet folds making you both sigh at the feeling. “I’m gonna wreck this little pussy” is the only warning you get before he starts to slowly inch himself into you. Once he bottoms out he waits for you to give him the okay to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts.
“Fuck you feel so good, little fairy. Tighter than fucking Jessie” he chuckles and groans when you clench around him “fuck you like that baby? You like it when I tell you you’re fucking tighter than her?” you nod and whine and he picks up his pace making your eyes roll back. “Such a little fucking slut for me aren’t you”
“Yes- fuck- I’m your slut bucky”
His eyes darken and he moves his left hand to your neck and the other to your clit, flicking it to match his pace. He leans down to whisper in your ear “that’s fucking right fairy. This sweet little pussy is mine now. Fuck Frank, your mine”
His words are too much and he’s hitting all the right spots. The feeling of him is something you never felt with Frank. He was big but Bucky is perfect. Every inch of his cock seated perfectly inside of you.
“Oh fuck I think I’m gonna cum” you whimper
“Fuck yes fairy. Cum on my fat cock baby. You deserve it.” He grunts and rubs your clit making your eyes roll back as you let out a silent scream cumming on his cock. He slows his pace again to help you ride out your orgasm.
After some time he pulls out and flips you so your ass is in the air. He slams back in and caresses your fake wings “such a pretty little fairy. God you’re such a pretty fucking girl” he smacks your ass and grips it making you whimper in pain and pleasure and starts thrusting again. Setting his fast pace while one hand travels to your clit and the other tangles itself in your hair pulling you towards him so your back touches his chest.
The doorbell ringing is a distant noise as the sound of skin slapping on skin and the squelching of your wetness fills your ears. “God I’m going to cum little fairy. Pussys so tight she’s milking me. I need you to cum again. Come on fairy give it to me” he says in a whine. He moves his finger on your clit to match his thrusts until you feel that familiar tightness in your belly again.
It’s all too much. His breath in your ear, the feeling of him completely taking you over sends you over the edge. “Oh fuck Bucky I’m cumming” you cry out as you cum
“Fuck fuck fuck” he gives you a couple more thrusts before pulling out and stroking himself until thick white hot ropes of cum paint your ass. He takes a few calming breaths before looking down at you. He swears he almost cums again at the sight. All your makeup is smudged up and fucked out face smushed against the couch, fairy wings slightly crumpled, ass painted with him.
“Happy Halloween fairy”
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blackterrae · 7 months
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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic
I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:
Johnny Depp- All his characters
Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis
Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz
Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles
The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!
Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!
The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.
Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)
NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!
Hamilton
Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)
Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!
Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!
Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!
AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)
Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!
SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)
WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!
Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!
Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA
MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!
Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.
Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!
Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!
Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.
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The Bear
FBI (All)
Vinnie Hacker
Tiktokers
Blue Bloods
Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics
Slashers
Stranger Things
Dave Lizewski
Eddie Redmayne
Macgyver (2016)
Fresh Prince of Belair
Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?
On My Block
Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!
Matt Rife
Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!
The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader
Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.
Walker Texas Ranger (1993)
Top Gun
Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are
Dolan Twins
Mission Impossible
Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics
Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher
Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more
Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)
River Phoenix
Batman Beyond
Rider Strong
Danny Gonzalez
Timothée Chalamet
New York Undercover
Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)
Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)
Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.
Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.
Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳
DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!
Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.
Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader
Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)
Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!
Vikings - There are a good amount but still!
Transformers
Suits
Saved By The Bell
The Goldbergs
Parks & Recreation
Leverage
The Outsiders
Heart of Stone
New York Undercover (1994)
Addams Family
Victorious
Matpat
ICarly
The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)
Think Like A Man (2012)
One on One (2001)
Scorpion (2014)
The King of Queens (1998)
G.I. Joe Franchise
Terminator
Beware the Batman (2013)
Any and all Asian Idols/Actors
Seal Team
Mortal Combat
Bill and Ted
Barbie
Detroit: Become Human
Will Trent
Tokyo Vice
Growing Pains
Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]
The Regime
If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!
Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.
Also tag black writers who you want to see this!
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sosa2imagines · 2 months
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I know where I belong. Part 9
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----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Angst for Steve, fluff for everyone.
Part 10 -----------------------------------------------------
Your POV- ‘This was all you, none of it me’ I see Sharon pushing you in anger. Your eyes fell on me. I didn’t feel anything. ‘I was too strong, you were trembling. You couldn't handle the hot heat rising, mmm, Baby, I'm still rising’ Bucky holds my hand and leads me to the dance floor. I can see Sharon is being abusive towards you and you are speechless. ‘I'm giving you up. I've forgiven it all. You set me free.’ Whereas I found my happiness thanks to you Steve. I look deep into Bucky’s eyes and all I can see is me in them and the love they hold for me. Bucky kisses me softly, not to tease you or show it to the world. But to remind me that he is with me and he is mine. Thank you, Steve, for giving me Bucky and setting me free. ‘Send my love to your new lover. Treat her better. We gotta let go of all of our ghosts. We've both know we ain't kids no more.’ Sharon threw her drink on you and left.
Sharon was hurt and angry. How could Steve stop be being Captain America? How dare he retired? “How could you do this to me Steve?” She pushes him in anger, demanding answers. “I did it for us babe. We can have more time together, start a family.” Steve is somewhat hopeful, Sharon will agree. But instead she starts to scream at him. “Family? A fucking family? Are you out of your mind? You ruined everything!” Steve was not expecting this. No this can’t be happening to him. His eyes fell on you and Bucky dancing together, without a care in the world. Sharon, saw what he was looking at. “All this because of that bitch?” before Steve could say something, Sharon threw her drink on him and left.
Sam was the first to burst out laughing followed by Tony. You and Bucky kind of felt bad for him...but? Oh, never mind. Steve was angry, on top of that he was insulted and Bucky kissed you. “So, you two an item or something?” He snaps at you both, Tony and Sam were ready to give him a piece of mind but Bucky was quick with his metal arm colliding in Steve’s face. Steve stumbled back, breath taken away. A huge bruise was formed on his cheek. Bucky didn’t say anything turning his back on him. “If you know what’s good for you, keep your mouth shut.” Tony warns Steve and he nods in response. After some minutes Sharon joined you all for drinks. Everyone ignored her. “Fine you and the bitch can gang up all you want. I don’t care.” Before anyone can say something to defend you, this time you were quick to throw your drink on her and give her a black eye. “Anyone wants more drinks? Mine is empty” Tony whistled proudly, while Sam sang praises, and Bucky?...well god help him with the boner you just gave him. He has seen you fight plenty of time before, but this was “SEXY” he actually said it out loud. While you headed to get drinks for everyone, Nat was quick to grab Sharon by her hair so tight breaking few a lot of strands. “Be careful with what you say next.” She warns her, letting go of her hair not so gently making sure her head bangs on the table, damn it didn’t.
As the party went on, more guests had arrived. One particular guest was John Walker, Bucky absolutely hated him. Why? Let’s say long before you were even Steve’s girlfriend, John misbehaved with you and Bucky beat the shit outta him.
Bucky was about to get up to throw him out before Tony stopped him with a hard glare. “Fine but if he does not behave, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” Bucky tells not so very sweetly. “He won’t do anything, anyway he is The Director of Shield’s favorite.” Now what Tony said was pure sarcasm, but little miss Sharon thought something else and quickly left.
An hour later Steve came around searching for Sharon. “Have you guys seen Sharon?” “Nope, must be lost with the black eye.” Sam laughed, Steve looked utterly confused. “No, we have not seen her, since Walker arrived.” Nat told him. “Hmm speaking about him, where is he?” You asked before pouting at the way Bucky was looking at you for asking about Walker, “What? I asked only to stay the hell away from him.” Bucky nodded to your answer but kept looking at you like an angry puppy. Steve was looking visibly upset as no one was helping him. Tony took a pity and asked FRIDAY about Sharon’s whereabouts. “Miss Carter is in the gym with John Walker.” As soon as FRIDAY said that all heads turn towards Steve, “Maybe she is teaching Walker how to use the gym” Sam snickers, “With a black eye?” Tony asks and you all leave with Steve towards the gym. “Bucky, I don’t have a good feeling about this” you whispered in his ear, but Steve could hear your concern due to his super hearing. “Don’t worry doll.” Bucky assured you. When you all reached the gym, John’s loud moans were echoing. Steve was not ready to open the door. Somewhere you all knew what was happening. Nat took the initiative and open the door. All the emotions drained from Steve’s body, you all froze to the sight of John walker leaning on the wall, pants and boxers dropped to his ankles and Sharon on her knees, mouth full. When Steve cheated on you, that feeling was so horrible you didn’t wish it for anyone to experience. So what Steve must be feeling right now, you could understand.
Part 10
----------------------------------------------------- (Hey lovelies part 9 is here and I hope you all enjoy. Comments and feedbacks are appreciated. The next part will be the last of this series. Lot's of love to you all. 😊❤️) -----------------------------------------------------
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gaysindistress · 1 year
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Sad girl - five
summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.
pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings: cursing, guns, violence (it is a mob au after all), Bucky’s smartass, John Walker being a dick, jealousy, kissing
word count: 2.5k
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Friday rolled around much quicker and smoother than she had anticipated. James is rarely home and when he is, he’s in his office working. Natasha’s ominous door policy turned out to be exactly what she’d thought.
“Door open means come in. Cracked open means knock and closed means go upstairs,” he’d told Doll one night during dinner. Of course, she’d rolled her eyes because the infamous Mr. Stark had the exact same policy. She did wonder if it was just a crime boss thing. 
After spending more time getting ready than she’d liked to admit, she found herself standing in the foyer now waiting for James to join her. Steve and Natasha were talking about the security detail for the fundraiser off to the side while his other men were standing statue like around them. Mr. Stark also had men around him but never this many which lead her to ponder if James was involved with even shadier things than her father. She didn’t get much more time to worry about if she would wind up kidnapped or dead because the famous sound of his expensive shoes hitting the hard floors drowned out every thought. Steve and Natasha stop their conversation, turning into good little soldiers as did the other men in the room, standing up even straighter than before. 
“Look at you, Doll,” James announces while walking up to her, admiring how the fitted black dress hugged her body.
“Finally. You took longer than me to get ready,” she huffs with annoyance and shifts under his gaze. 
His mouth opens to say something but closes when he spots the ring he gave her adorning her hand, “I see you’re wearing your ring.”
Glancing down at her left hand, she pulls it out from his view to smooth the side of her dress down. 
“Of course I am. We’re announcing our engagement, aren’t we? It would look suspicious if I wasn’t wearing it.”
Holding up his hands in defense, “Touché.”
Stealing a look at him, she curses to herself and her body’s reaction to his entirely black outfit. She flushes seeing how his shirt isn’t buttoned up all of the way, flashing glimpses of his tan chest and that stupid chain. James seems to have a habit of never buttoning his shirts entirely or just wearing V-necks and it’s starting to cause issues between her and her body. 
“Oh before I forget, I got you something,” he seems quite proud of himself as he pulls a necklace box from the inside of his suit jacket. He opens it, extending it out as an olive branch. Inside the box lays a silver and diamond ‘B’ initial necklace, damn near identical to the ‘S’ one she’d crushed days earlier. 
“You’re stupider than I thought if you think I’m wearing that,” she attempts to sound menacing but it comes off more in a defiant child-like way. 
Pushing her hair off her shoulders, he takes the necklace out and clasps it around her neck so it can find its place among the other chain and pearl necklace she never takes off. 
“Looks like you’re wearing it now, Doll, and I’ve gotta say it looks like it belongs there,” he says lowly in her ear, warm breath causing a shiver to race down her spine. Taking a step back, he replaces her hair over her shoulder and flattens the necklace down, cold fingers brushing across her warm bare skin. 
“Oh fuck…” dies on her cherry red lips. 
“Time to go, Doll.” 
“You’re lucky I don’t backhand you for that.”
With one hand on the small of her back, he ushers her out of the door and into the black SUV, “Whatever you say.”
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The drive to the fundraiser is awkward, to say the least. Steve has been chuckling to himself like a schoolboy every time he makes eye contact with her through the rearview mirror and Natasha keeps slapping his arm to shut him up. James has been typing away at his phone the entire time, smiling to himself. 
‘What the hell is he smiling about?’ she finds herself thinking. 
‘Oh get over yourself. He’s definitely texting his side piece. Oh god am I jealous? Get a fucking grip! You’re not a real couple. He can fuck whoever he wants. It’s not like you’re his real wife.’
Another Steve chuckle breaks her thoughts as she shoots him the best death glare she can muster. 
‘This all fake. None of this is real no matter how heavy your ring is or have flustered he makes you. It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real,’ she keeps repeating to herself because god knows she’s going to be living in Hell if she doesn’t. 
The SUV rolls to a stop in front of her father’s tower, Stark Tower. People are streaming in the beacon of power, greed, and money and she can’t help but roll her eyes. Only her father would use his blood money to host a fundraiser and lord only knows what they’re supposed to be raising money for. All she knows is that there will be enough champagne to numb any emotions and decently terrible music that she’s sure her father picked himself without the help of Pepper. Exiting the SUV, hand in hand with James, they’re immediately greeted by her helicopter stepmother and unbothered father. 
“Darling! It’s so good to see you! You haven’t returned any of my calls, I was getting worried James had stolen you away,” her father lies through his pearly white teeth. Pepper just smiles beside him, eyeing her stepdaughter’s choice of dress. 
“Well, we were a little preoccupied celebrating,” James flashes a blinding smile at both of them as he continues to guide Doll up the stairs and into the tower. 
Her father wraps an arm around her shoulders, harshly ripping her away from James and into his side instead, “Smile. Everyone is looking at you and that rock on your hand.”
Smiling through gritted teeth, she pretends her father is being loving and supportive, “Let go of me.”
“Play nice.”
“Should’ve thought of that before you put me in this situation,” she whispers back through her forced smile and pulls herself out of his grasp. Her future husband’s hand finds its way onto her back again, keeping her at his side and professing a false display of affection. 
James leads them further into the fundraiser and away from her father but only to shove her into conversation with random people to announce their happy union. The old women smile fondly at James and his dazzling smile while giving her the fakest ‘congratulations’ they can muster. Their husbands leer at her chest causing the man at her side to clear his throat and pull ever closer to him, hiding her chest in his side. 
“You’d think the ring and the necklace would be enough to scare them off,” he whispers to her at one point. 
“And you’d assume these old bitches would stop trying to get into your pants at some point,” her remark causes him to choke on his drink and her to smile. 
“Oh James baby are you okay?” she feigns concern with mischief in her eyes as he recovers. 
“I’m more than okay, Doll,” he says proudly back to her. 
The night drags on and no amount of champagne will ease the pain of sucking up to the elite of the New York crime scene. The couple’s only relief is found in making snide comments to each other and when true friends come into save them from boring conversations. 
Sam Wilson was the first one to save them from a particularly disgusting couple. James has never been so happy to see his friend’s face before. However, the pleasure doesn’t last long when he feels her stiffen next to him. 
“Are you alright?”
She bats her eyes at him when she glances up, “Oh um we should probably move. Walker is on his way over here and unless you want a fight on your hands, I suggest we get out of here.”
Nodding, James leads her to the dance floor after hugging Sam goodbye. 
Taking her left hand in his right, he leads her into a dance as Julie London’s “Sway” plays. She curls her free arm around his neck and can unfortunately feel the heat of his other hand on her hip. 
“Is your father Italian?”
“What? No. At least not that I’m aware of. Why?”
His shoulders raised, “The music would say otherwise.”
She rests her forehead on his lapel, “Oh my god, he seems to think being a criminal in New York makes him some Italian mob boss.”
His chest rumbles with a laugh, “I’m sensing a story there.”
“Don’t even get me started on what he wanted to name me. Let’s just say I would’ve been the epitome of a mob boss daughter if he would’ve gotten his way.”
“Oh, I would love to hear it.”
“Antonietta Marie Stark,” an unknown voice speaks up from behind the couple. 
James spots John Walker in his pompous glory standing too close for comfort to Doll. 
“Can I help you?” she asks, incredibly bored and vexed by his intrusion. 
 “I heard you had gotten engaged so I came to congratulate the happy couple, sweetheart,” he says with a grimy smile. 
James pulls her into his side, away from John and further into his protection, “Thank you and you’re more than welcome to leave now.”
“I’m hurt, sweetheart, you didn’t call me to tell me that you had started seeing Barnes,” Walker continues to push his luck and in turn, James’ grip around her tightens. 
“Last time I checked, I didn’t have to run things by you, John. I’m not obligated to call you about anything.”
He shakes his head, laughing, “Funny how this all happened right after your dad got into some hot water with the government and only a few months after we last fucked.”
Her jaw drops at his crass words and the sheer audacity he has to say something like that in front of her supposed new fiancé.
“It’s time for you to leave,” anger is filling James’ body as John ogles her. He waves at Steve and some of these other men. 
“Get the fuck out of here before I put a bullet in you,” is the only thing James says to John as he nearly rips Doll’s arm out of her socket and pulls her towards the bathrooms. 
Not wanting to make an even bigger scene, she stumbles to keep up with his pace and doesn’t stray from his side. She can hear John trying to excuse his behavior as Steve escorts him out of the building but it’s lost on her because there is a very angry and dangerous man dragging her across the floor. He doesn’t say a single word or even look at her when he spots an empty conference and shoves her through the door, slamming it shut. 
“Sit,” he snaps, pacing as she sits down on the table behind her.  
“Care to explain what the fuck that was about?”
Rubbing where he had grabbed her, “It’s not anything to worry about. It was in the past.”
He stops his pacing to set his harsh and demanding blue eyes on her. The anger tensed his shoulders and rolled his hands into fists. He looks even bigger than he usually does which is a feat in itself. 
“Fucking excuse me?”
“I said it was in the past. It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh no, you don’t get to decide what it’s important or not. Start talking.”
She pushes herself back further on the table as James takes long strides to stand right in front of her, crowding her personal space. 
“We went out on a few dates and slept together a few times but that’s all. We weren’t officially together and he got bent out of shape that I was seeing other people too so he does whatever he can to piss me off.”
“How many times?” 
She stares back at him, his gaze burning holes into her with anger and jealousy. 
“How many times what, James? Are you jealous of that dickhead?”
“You know what I mean. How. Many. Times?” he punctuates each word by sliding himself in between her legs and planting his hands on either side of her hips. 
“Three,” her chest starts to heave at the closeness and the overwhelming feeling of him. 
“Three times and he’s that obsessed? Oh, Doll it must be heavenly if that’s all it took,” his hot breath ghosts over the column of her neck. He dips his head to kiss the side of her neck as his hands grab ahold of her hips, pulling her against him roughly. 
“If you’d just give up and stop being so stubborn, I could make you feel so good.”
His cologne fills her senses as she lolls her back, giving him even more access to nip and lick up her neck. He laughs darkly, ghosting a hand over her side and sliding it over the back of her neck. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, he pulls her head sharply to the side, “Are you going to give up?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
The hand slides to the front and grips her throat, a signet ring digging into her skin. Her hands fly up to hold onto his shoulders as his lips descend upon hers, hungrily devouring hers. There is nothing sweet or loving about the way their tongues are fighting against each other, red lipstick swearing across her face. 
Pulling back with her bottom lip in between his teeth, he admires the way she’s breathless and fluttering her eyes open, “Life could be so much better if you belonged to me, Doll.” 
“I don’t belong to anyone and most certainly not you,” she murmurs against his lips before capturing them in another clash of teeth and tongue. 
His hand tightens around her neck, choking the soft moan that escapes her mouth despite her best efforts to silence it. The moan only spurs him on as he pulls her impossibly closer, feeling the heat from between her legs on him. Moans continue to get up caught between their lips as he absolutely devours her. Her chest is pushed against his and he can feel the brush of hers against his every time she takes a breath and at the moment it’s very rapid. Her thighs twitch around his waist and it takes everything in to not sink down to his knees and explore. 
Resting his forehead against her, he pulls away panting. She’s the first to speak. 
“Keep kissing me like that when you’re jealous and I’ll only be more stubborn,” she laughs out of breath. 
The hand around her neck shifts to cup her jaw, thumb rubbing the ruined lipstick away. James shakes his head at her statement, eyes roaming her face. 
“I’ll just have to keep you locked up in that case.”
“I’d like to see you try,” she shoves his chest and he lets her push him away so she can stand on wobbly legs. He smirks at her, shifting to a smile when she gives him a look. 
“Let me help you, Doll, can’t have people getting the wrong idea,” he teases her as he wraps an arm around her waist and they leave the conference room to rejoin the fundraiser. 
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mlmxreader · 3 months
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Taste of Nicotine | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)
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↳ ❝ Price
7 “My days, I missed you so fucking much”
112. Dom/Sub ❞
: ̗̀➛ Price can be a cruel, cruel man - but at least his punishments are always beautiful.
: ̗̀➛ smoking kink, smoking, swearing, orgasm denial, spanking, marking/possession kink, biting, face fucking, swearing, edging, bruising, dom/sub, daddy kink
↳ @mockerycrow @seigwaidau
: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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The smell of coffee and cigarettes filled the office, the sounds of slapping skin and harsh grunts echoing and ricocheting off of the walls; your knuckles were sore and raw as you gripped the opposite side of the desk, your head pressed against the thick mahogany as sweat dripped from your brow.
Anyone could walk in, but that was just how Price liked it. Punishment was always such a beautiful way to wash away your sins; getting caught flirting with another man from another regiment, your punishment was well overdue.
Price couldn't take you anywhere without you acting up, and even now, as he fucked your warm and tight ass, he was still talking about it.
Telling you what a dirty little thing you were and how you would let just about anybody watch you get fucked, watch your ass get filled and stuffed with his cum as he used his mouth to leave harsh and prominent marks all over you, showing off who you belonged to.
You were desperate to cum, but he had stopped you from doing so for over an hour; edging you over and over and over until you sobbed and wept as you begged for him to let you cum. Price could be so cruel when he wanted to be.
But his punishments were always so fucking beautiful.
Your ass cheeks were raw and stinging, his handprints so fucking obvious, stained on your skin from where he had put you over his lap and spanked you.
Your jaw still ached from where he had fucked your mouth so harshly, the taste of his cum still heavy on your tongue as you whimpered and begged for him to let you cum; your ass was still burning from how thick and long he was and how hard he was fucking you against his desk.
All you wanted was to cum, but Price wasn't going to give into you; punishment was punishment, after all, no matter how beautiful.
You knew what to do if it got too much, though; smack the desk three times with your right hand, or call out "Merseyside", or both. If it ever got too much, Price was always adamant that you had one way or another of signalling it to him; as cruel as he could be, he wasn't an absolute cunt.
"This is what you get," Price growled out, grabbing the back of your neck with a bruising grip. "Being so fucking naughty. I don't think I'll let you cum at all. Just use you as my cocksleeve until you learn how to behave."
Well, that was just inviting bad behaviour, really. But you knew what would happen if you said such, so you grinned, rolling your hips and trying to fuck yourself on his cock. "Please, Daddy, I said I was sorry for flirting with Mister Walker!"
"Oh, no," he chuckled darkly. "You don't get to say you're sorry, puppy."
You whimpered, so desperate to cum that you would do just about anything. "Please, please, Daddy, I promise I'll behave!"
Price shook his head as he tutted, lighting a cigarette. "Oh no, baby. You gotta do better than that."
You whined, tears slipping from you and extending the puddle on the desk; a mix between your tears and your sweat and your drool.
You swallowed thickly, voice raw and hoarse from how many times you had cried out and begged for him to please, please, please let you cum. But Price wasn't going to, fucking you hard as he smoked his cigarette casually, flicking the ashes onto your back before tossing it into the ashtray next to him.
His cock was so big, he could hardly fit the whole thing into your ass, but you were always so good for him, you always took his cock like such a good puppy... maybe he could let you off easily.
Even though you were already stuffed and filled with his cum, so much so that it had leaked down onto your thighs and had become cracked and dried.
Hesitantly, Price eased his movements, giving you the order to cum when you were ready to; he didn't expect you to scream and writhe and squirm against the desk, sobbing as you finally found your release. Spilling everywhere and dripping down onto the floor.
He grinned, licking his lips before he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, rubbing your back gently as he hummed.
"I didn't go too far, did I?"
You shook your head, dizzy and content and euphoric and breathless all at once. Overwhelmed. "N-no."
Price nodded, his touch soothing as he gently kissed the marks on your neck. He did feel somewhat bad for pushing you so far, but all the same, he knew that you loved every minute of it; especially when he gently peppered your face in soft, sweet kisses.
His beard and moustache tickling your skin and making you grin despite the tear stains in your eyes.
Price was always so gentle with you afterwards, especially if he knew he had pushed you a lot more than usual; you smiled, gently running a hand through his hair.
His lips still tasted like nicotine, but that didn't stop him from moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue when he licked it and sucked it into his mouth. A harsh, heavy kiss seemed so sweet and gentle.
"My days, I missed you so fucking much," he breathed out. "I'm so sorry deployment was longer this time."
You shook your head. "I knew what I was getting into when I first agreed to go out with you."
He nodded slowly, although he still looked rather remorseful. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
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skaye44 · 1 month
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Happy New Year Mr. Barnes - Part 3
Bucky A/U - CEO Bucky
Summary: You're finally dating Mr. Barnes and you make your relationship official at the New Years Eve Party.
Content warnings: Language, Fluff, the evil John Walker makes an appearance (hehe), New Years Party with drinking
Part 3/3
Read Part 1 Here
Read Part 2 Here
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After spending Christmas day and evening with James’ family, he drove you back to your apartment. James stayed and watched some Christmas movies with you, ate some leftovers Winnie sent you home with, while snuggling on your couch, kissing each other. 
Sure, you didn’t spend any time with your family, but you felt like you gained one in the way you felt when you were at James’ parents house. 
Rebecca was excited you were together, and his parents seemed happy for the both of you, even earning a “Finally!” from them which made you laugh.
“I gotta go sweetheart”. 
James buried his face in your neck and was giving you sloppy kisses that felt heavenly. 
“Ok” you giggled out. 
“Thanks for spending the day with me, and thanks again for the Christmas gift” he said while getting up from the couch. 
You blushed a little. 
“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it” you admitted, and he frowned at you. 
“Of course, I like it. I like it because I knew you made everything in that box which means more to me than anything you can buy in a store or online” he said as he came up to you and kissed you hard. 
“See you tomorrow?” he asked, and you smiled, still getting used to this new dynamic between the two of you. 
“Of course,” 
“Night” he said as he left your apartment. 
You locked up and couldn’t wipe the smile from your face as you got into your bed and snuggled down into the blankets.
The following day, there were only a handful of people at the office since most took time off to spend with their families. You were there bright and early when you saw James walk in. He said good morning to you, and he walked into his office, taking off his coat. You smiled at him, and he smiled back at you. 
You both were acting like lovesick teenagers as you snapped out of it when you received a phone call you had to answer. You slotted in a meeting to the schedule and ended the call as James came out of his office and stood next to you. No one was around so he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss. 
“There” he said then walked back into his office. 
“What was that for?” you asked, and he smirked at you. 
“Couldn’t concentrate without doing that first” he said, and you blushed. 
“Oh” then you went back to your computer with a dopey smile on your face.
James came out of his office with his coat on then he frowned. 
“You’re not ready?” he asked, and you looked at him funny. 
“For what?” 
“We’re going shopping, remember?”
You looked at the schedule and time. 
“Not until 2pm?” 
“Well, I’d like to take you out for lunch first”.
You got up from your desk and grabbed your tablet. 
“The lunch will be a date with you as my girlfriend, not my assistant” he took the tablet from your hands and placed it on your desk. 
“Oh”. 
“Come on”.
He took your hand in his and walked to the elevator.
You had lunch and were headed to shop for your dress. You thought you would go to the mall and not the Chanel store you were currently parked outside of. 
“James…this is…” you whispered as he looked at you funny. 
“Come on".
He took your hand in is. 
You walked into the store and immediately felt out of place, but the staff were friendly and welcoming. 
“Mr. Barnes, good to see you again. I trust you had a nice Christmas” came the clerk. 
“Hi Ann. Yes, we did” 
James smiled brightly at you as he placed his hand at the small of your back, holding you close. 
“Can you help us find something for the New Year’s Eve party?” he asked, and Ann smiled warmly. 
“Of course. Come with me”.
She held out her hand to guide you to the racks. You saw a beautiful black gown hanging by itself you ran your hands over it. It was off the shoulder, floor-length all black with lace detail. 
She smiled widely as you pointed to it. 
“Can I try this one?” 
“I was going to suggest this one. I think it will look lovely on you. You have a good eye”.
She picked it up with ease and gave it to her assistant.
James kept his distance while you and Ann walked around the store, but he did throw in a few things for you to try on as you were placed in a fitting room while he sat outside of it, scrolling through his phone. 
“James…” you hissed as you looked at the gowns then picked the black one you spied earlier to try on first. 
“Yes?” 
“There’s no prices on these” you whispered, and you could hear him chuckle. 
“Don’t worry about that” he said, and you instantly closed your mouth. 
You put the black dress on and had to hide a gasp as you looked down at the dress. You smiled brightly as it felt heavenly on you, so you came out to show James. His mouth dropped open as he saw you turn around and admire the fit. He walked over to you and smiled proudly. 
“This is….” 
“Beautiful”. 
He gently ran his fingers up and down the fabric and smiled at you giving you goose bumps. “
Do you like it?” 
You stared at your body in the floor length mirror running your hands up and down the fabric on your hips. 
“It’s beautiful” you whispered, mesmerized by the gown. 
“Try on the others”.
He walked you back to your room then kissed your nose before he turned to sit back down.
You tried on more gowns Ann gave you, but there was something about the first one you tried on that you couldn’t shake. You tried it on again and couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. 
“We’ll take this one” James said to Ann. 
“And these”.
He handed her a few more dresses, tops, and pants. 
“James!” you protested but he only smirked at you. 
“Are you going to argue with me?” he teased and tilted his head to the side.
 “No” you replied, slumping slightly. 
“Go and change. We’ll need shoes and I have just the place in mind” he said as he headed to the front of the store with Ann. 
You made your way to the front as James was waiting for you. He had the gown and other items sent directly to his penthouse.
Of course he did. 
You left and headed to Prada for shoes and a few other accessories before returning to the office.
The next big hurdle was the New Year’s Eve party, and you were getting nervous about it. You finalized the planning details with the caterers, decorators, event manager, and security team, sending them one final copy of the guest list for their records. 
This was the event of the year, and you were going as James’ date and not his assistant. Your dress, shoes, jewellery, and clutch were going to be perfect. Your stomach and thoughts? Yeah, those would be a problem for you. James insisted everything would be fine, but you were starting to get nervous about it. 
Your relationship was new, and you were still adjusting to not only being his assistant, but also his girlfriend.
You were in the kitchen of the office when you saw a few of the HR ladies on their breaks. 
“I don’t know Jenny” said Lena, and Jenny scoffed. 
“You think he would have a date to his own party. It’s the event of the year.” 
“He’s always alone at these things” Lena said, and Jenny thought about it. 
“You could ask him” Jenny blurted out, and her friend smirked. 
“What?”
 “Just go into his office and ask Mr. Barnes if he has a date and suggest he go with me?” she said like it was no big deal. 
“Why not?”
“I heard he’s dating someone. Spent Christmas together and everything” she whispered, and you smiled a little. 
“Whoever they are, they’re lucky. If I were dating him, I’d never let him out of my sight” Jenny said, and Lena nodded. 
“He’s hot. I’d let him break my back” as the two of them giggled then left the kitchen. 
You frowned slightly at their conversation.
“Don’t listen to them” came Nat’s voice from the doorway. 
You lightly smiled at her.
“Heard you went on a little shopping spree” she whispered, and you smiled widely. 
“I did Nat. I can’t wait to wear my dress and shoes” you quietly squealed, and Nat smiled. 
“I’m really happy for you”.
She hugged you. 
“Thanks” 
“Now, where are you getting ready? You can come to my place, and we can get ready together and leave together” she asked. 
You remembered James’ calendar and he is scheduled in for a small conference call with Steve and some businesspeople from Paris the morning of New Years Eve. He had told you he would more than likely meet you at the party because of it. 
“James gave me the day off to get ready. I can come by after lunch and we can get ready in the afternoon?” you suggested, and Nat smiled. 
“Of course,”
 “See you later Nat” 
“Later Y/n”
You made your way over to Nat’s and began getting ready for the party. James had texted you in the morning saying how excited he was to see you and spend the night dancing, sipping champagne, and stealing kisses. 
You were giggly at reading his messages. 
“That dress is beautiful” Nat said as she ran her fingers over your dress. 
“I like yours too” you said as you held her gown in your hands. 
Her gown was forest green, was fitted with a high slit on the side, and had a V-shaped neckline. 
“We’re going to look hot”.
She began to work on your hair and makeup. Once you were finished, you made sure to put on the necklace and earrings James had given you on Christmas as you placed them just so. Nat’s eyes bugged out as she looked at the jewellery you wore, and she smiled brightly as she saw you holding the necklace smiling at it. She had sparkly earrings on and a long necklace that landed right in-between the V-shaped cut of her dress that accentuated her chest. 
“Ready?” 
“Ready!” 
You both made your way to the waiting car Steve had managed to arrange for you.
You both made your way to the hotel where the party was happening and there was a lot of people around, taking photographs and posing for pictures. Barnes Inc. rented out the entire hotel for the event as it was easiest to control the crowd since everyone in the lobby and hotel was there for the party. 
You took your invite out of your sparkly clutch as you handed it to an attendant who let you in. You walked into the lobby, and you were instantly blown away from the decorations you helped plan. 
“Whoa” you gasped, and Nat nodded as the both of you looked around in awe. 
The room was lit up in silver and blue lights, with hanging sparkly chandeliers, black tablecloths, and large flower arrangements were dotted throughout. 
“This is beautiful. Good job Y/n!” 
Nat nudged your arm.
 “I had no idea it would be this beautiful when I had told them about my vision” you admitted and smiled. 
You wandered around, looking at the various decorations, meeting people, and chatting with them.
James, Steve, and Sam were standing at the back of the room, chatting quietly as they watched the lobby fill with their guests when James noticed you and Nat walk in. 
His mouth fell open as he saw you wander around the lobby, chatting with people. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. 
“Y/n and Nat are here”.
Steve smiled wide then he left to greet Nat. 
James stood back a little. 
“What are you waiting for, go!” Sam nudged him and James shook his head.
 “Y-yeah, I’m just nervous Sam” he admitted, and Sam rolled his eyes at his boss. 
“Nothing to be nervous about. Go up to your girlfriend, kiss her, tell her she’s beautiful, then walk into the ballroom with her on your arm” Sam shrugged. 
“It’s not hard. You want me to do it?” he teased, and James frowned at him. 
“Then go!” 
Sam urged as James put down his drink, straightened out his tux, cleared his throat, and walked towards you. 
“Such an idiot sometimes” Sam mumbled as Riley stood by his side and giggled.
You were chatting with Nat as you heard someone clear their throat behind you, so you turned around. It was James. He stood before you in a beautifully fitted classic tuxedo, hair neatly trimmed but still fluffy on the top, and his face clean shaven. You had hoped he would leave a little scruff on his face, but you liked his clean-shaven look. 
“Hi” he said, and you blushed a little. 
“Hi James”.
Two of you stood there staring at each other. 
“You look…beautiful. Breathtaking. Stunning”.
He took a few steps closer to you. 
“You are as handsome as always” you added, and he smiled brightly at you. 
He leaned in and kissed you on your lips. You heard a few whispers around you, but you didn’t care. He took a small step back but kept his hand firmly around your waist as you stood there blushing lightly. 
“Come on”.
He walked you to the entrance to the ballroom. 
“Are you ready?” he asked, and you took a deep breath. 
“I guess so” you smiled and shrugged. 
“It’s going to be ok” he whispered.
You stood at the entrance to the room. 
He took your hand in his as you both made your way into the ballroom, as a few people stopped to watch you walk in.
You walked to one of the bars as James got two glasses of champagne, giving you one of them. 
“Cheers”.
You clinked his glass. 
His eyes sparked at you as he took a small sip of the bubbly drink. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you looked around the room. You saw the two HR ladies you overheard in the kitchen a few days ago gawking at you as James kept his arm around your waist as he was chatting with some people who walked up to the both of you. It felt good to stand next to James as you listened to his conversation. 
“Excuse me”.
You spied Wanda walk into the ballroom with her date at her side. 
You felt his eyes on you while you talked with Wanda and her date. When you finished chatting, one of the security team members came up to you.
“Y/n, good to see you again” 
“Hi John”.
You took a few steps back from him. 
John Walker was a member of the Barnes Inc. security team for the building. You knew he liked you, but you never wanted anything to do with him. 
“You look gorgeous as always”.
He eyed you up and down. 
“Thanks” you quietly said. 
“The boss gave you the night off?” he asked, and you scowled lightly. 
“I was always coming to this John” 
“Where’s your tablet? You never leave the office without it” 
“I’m not working tonight” 
“Really?” 
“Yes, now if you’ll excuse me” you said, wanting to make your way back to James. 
John reached out and grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. 
“I’m not done talking with you”.
You stood there with a shocked expression on your face. 
“Let me go John”. 
He only smirked and pulled you closer to him. You could smell the rum on his breath as it made you scrunch your nose up at him. Just as you were going to pull away, a large arm came in front of you and pulled John’s hand from your wrist. 
“She said let her go” came James’ stern voice. 
“Hey man”. 
John innocently said as he saw the look in James’ eyes. 
“We were just having fun”.
He playfully said as you scoffed at him. 
 James leaned down, grabbed John’s arm tightly, and got in his face. 
“If I ever see you speak to, look at, or acknowledge Y/n again, I will permanently re-arrange your face then make you disappear forever” 
James seethed then he let go of John’s arm and turned to you. 
“Come on”.
He gently took your arm and led you back to the rest of the party. 
You looked back as John frowned but walked away with his head down. 
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” 
James asked as you stood with Steve and Nat.
 “No, I’m good” you said, and James kissed your cheek.
You chatted a little while longer, enjoying the drinks and food that was passed around. You and Nat had separated from Steve and James as you talked with some people form the finance department as one of the interns came running up to you. 
“Y/n!” Kate snapped as you looked at her. 
“Kate, are you ok?” 
“No! There is a problem with some of the food in the kitchen”.
She frantically scrolled through her tablet. 
“Oh, well, where’s the event manager for the hotel?” you asked, and Kate shrugged her shoulders. 
James walked over to you and Kate. 
“Everything ok?”
Kate shook her head no. 
“There’s a problem in the kitchen and I need Y/n” she said, and you smiled. 
You took a few steps with Kate but were pulled back. 
“Kate, go and find Carol the events manager and get her to help. Y/n isn’t working tonight” James firmly said, holding you close to his side. 
“But…” Kate pleaded, and James gave her a look. 
“Find Carol and she’ll help you. Y/n is not to be bothered with work tonight. Is that clear?” James said and Kate nodded. 
“Sorry” she mumbled, and you smiled at her. 
“Carol can help with any problem Kate. Go and find her and she’ll fix it” you assured her as Kate smiled lightly and walked away. 
“Thanks”.
James smiled. 
“No problem”. 
The old you would have been stuck solving problems and issues all night while everyone else drinks and dances the night away but not tonight. Tonight, you were on the arm of your boyfriend in a beautiful gown holding a sparkly clutch, wearing jewellery and fancy shoes. 
You were in heaven.
You had a few drinks and danced with Nat and Wanda as the night went on. The party was in full swing as the music got louder and the drinks were flowing. James had you by his side when you weren’t dancing with Nat or Wanda and he made sure to always keep his hand on the small of your back, rubbing circles on your skin and squeezing you as he talked every so often. 
The large countdown display was getting close to midnight. 
James leaned down to your ear and whispered, “I want you at my side when the clock hits midnight so I can give you a proper New Year’s kiss” making you blush hard. 
“Then, I want you to come home with me, so I can finish what I started”.
He kissed your neck, just below your ear and you cleared your throat and squeezed your thighs together. 
“Ok” you managed to squeak out as James smirked at you.
You kept your eye on the large countdown as the time neared midnight. This would be the first time in your life you have ever had a proper New Years kiss and you were excited. 
James held you close to him as you saw the time on the large display change 11:55…11:56… as James re-positioned you, so you were by the large bank of windows looking out over the city…11:57…11:58…11:59…you heard everyone start counting down to midnight as you smiled brightly and looked deep in James’ eyes. 
He held you close to him and licked his lips as the time ticked by. James ran his hands up and down your back as the crowd yelled out the time louder…10…9…8…
”Y/n” he whispered, and you looked at him. 
“Happy New Year”.
He kissed your cheek.
 “5…4…3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone cheered as you looked up into James’ clear blue eyes as he leaned down and planted a kiss firmly on your lips. 
You melted into the kiss, the bank of windows behind you lit up with fireworks as everyone oohed and ahhd at the sight. 
You continued kissing James as he held you firmly in his strong arms as the crowd cheered all around you. You finally separated as he put his forehead against yours and smirked.
“Happy New Year Mr. Barnes”
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Couple Goals
Summary: A measly fight on the oval could not compare to a soccer goalie and cheerleader love. Especially when comments on the cheerleader are made. No power AU
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Goalie!Reader
Warnings: John Walker being rude about Wanda, blood, fights, asshole behaviour I’ve witnessed/experienced :) let me know if there’s anything else!
A/N: Based on a request for soccer!reader with Wanda where reader gets hurt, but I scaled it up a notch by putting in a similar fight to what my sister has had, and where i came in and put the girl into hospital :) (btw, it’s gender!neutral and supposed to be a mixed team, but I only named a few boys 🙈 also used some inspiration, as you will see below)
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You stood by your car in the parking lot of West View High School, with tonight as the grand final of the local schools’ soccer competition. Your team had been waiting for this moment as you went up against East View High, your arch-nemesis, who had won last year by playing dirty. You weren’t there, they’d messed you up pretty badly earlier in the year, but now you wanted revenge. 
Just as you shut your passenger door after grabbing your boots and gloves, you looked up to see your stunning girlfriend appear with a shimmer of her red jacket.
“Hi, draga (dear).” She beamed, giving you a short kiss on the lips before walking with you to the oval.
“So, Natasha and I have come up with this really cool sequence that I think you’ll like, but I really want you to see it before we show anyone else because I know how honest you are and how you never lie to me-”
You took her hand and squeezed it softly, the tiny fingers engulfed in your palm, before the words coming out of her mouth next were swallowed by your sealing kiss. You stopped walking, boots in one hand and a Sokovian in the other, and kissed her softly. 
“You, Wanda Maximoff, are a worrier.” You stated as you pulled away. 
“I am… not.” She huffed, slightly out of breath. 
“Indeed you are. Honey, anything you come up with is amazing. And that Russian? Boy does she have a wicked mind.” You chuffed, noticing the crinkle of her nose turn slightly sour. 
“That’s my best friend you are talking about.”
“Do you know why I like her mind?” You continued to tease her, wondering how far her jealousy would reach.
And you easily found out - about as far as two hands firmly tied round your waist.
“Let me remind you, I am in charge here.” She grumbled, leaning into you as you chuckled.
“I know, princess. I’m just playing with you.” Your fingers scaled from her waist up her firm but small bicep until they reached behind her ear, tangling themselves into her brunette locks.
“You know I love you, right?” 
“Mhmm.” She hummed, kissing your chest just as a whistle blew in the distance.
“Y/L/N!” Your soccer coach bellowed, signalling your time up.
“I’ll see you tonight, gorgeous.” You murmured, giving her a quick kiss before you jogged over to the team for warm-up.
Wanda didn’t even realise she was staring until she felt a nudge into her ribs, causing her to cave slightly. 
“Come on, Wands - we gotta practise in the hall before tonight, because you will not focus with that stunner in your field of view. I don’t think anyone could.” Natasha chided playfully, dragging Wanda by the hand. 
But not without her sparkling green eyes catching your loving smirk, bashful cheeks forming at the wink you sent her. 
——————————🜃🜂🜁🜄 —————————
After training, you had to quickly dash home and change into your uniform since it was different from the rest of the team - black writing on red was your team’s colours, so you had to wear light blue. You slipped on the jersey and shorts before darting back into your car, surprised you weren’t pulled over by the time you arrived.
You fumbled your boot laces on the sideline as your team warmed up, your eyes drifting around the crowd until they landed right at the front row. Wanda was there with her teammates, probably going over their strategy you had yet to see.
Warm-up was good, but you were already slightly warm from your training beforehand, so you didn’t push that hard. When the other team finally arrived, you scowled at the sight of the boy who sent you to the hospital last year. 
“Y/N, don’t.” Your mid-back, Jaden, stopped you from going towards him. 
“John’s not worth it.” 
You huffed, already knowing he was going to play dirty. You looked up into the crowd to see the cheerleaders - more specifically, your Wanda - walk down the steps to the beat of the band’s drums. 
“Who are we?!” Natasha yelled towards the crowd. 
“W-E-S-T!” The crowd responds, clearly having gone over the plan with a few of them. 
“We are the best, because we’re the west!” The girls cheered, your eyes darting over Wanda’s figure before you spotted the black and red face paint on her cheeks. 
You glared over at John, his disgusting blonde hair and his teammates before your team disperses onto the field. A gleeful grin made its way to your lips and you quickly ran over to the crowd.
“WHAT DO WE THINK OF EAST VIEW?!” You howled.
“SHIT!” The crowd responded.
“WHAT DO WE THINK OF SHIT?!”
“EAST VIEW!”
“THANK YOU!”
“THAT’S ALRIGHT! WE HATE EAST VIEW, WE HATE EAST VIEW! WE HATE EAST VIEW, WE HATE EAST VIEW!” 
Your chant sent the crowd into a frenzy, a yell from your coach to get on the field before the referee blew the whistle.
*Game on.* You thought to yourself as you mentally prepared for a massacre.
Almost ten minutes in and your left forward, Marcel, got tackled badly by John and was subbed off of the field. Another ten minutes and Jaden got tackled, to which you argued with the referee and he warned you. You knew that he was either blind or being bought out by John, who was easily the richest in that stupid preppy school. 
A corner against you was given later, to which John came up to you as the middle forward. “So, that brunette over there in the black and red…” 
You looked over at Wanda and she gave you a huge smile, shaking her pom poms as she jumped up and down, both in excitement and in your request for her to stay warm on the chilly night. 
“Is she available? She looks like a good fuck, but probably dumb as a sack of potatoes.” 
You huffed out a cloud of hot air and tried to ignore him, shuffling around and trying to screw up the kicker in the corner. He went for it and you jumped up, catching it just in front of John’s head. 
“Nope!” You jeered loudly, getting underneath their skin as you pushed John’s comment out of your mind. 
The play was on and you booted it up the field to your twin forwards, Fred and George, who were basically telepathic as they had the defenders in a dizzying dance, scoring in the bottom left corner just before the referee blew his whistle - one-nil, your way. 
After a quick drinks break and a strategy plan, you were back out on the field. Five minutes in, three of your players were down, with only one sub left. 
*Dwindling the numbers means tiring the players.* You thought to yourself, getting annoyed at John’s stupid smirk whenever he waved at Wanda.
But you were always glad to know that she was there smiling at you and only you. 
After a yellow card was given against Jaden, you were almost ready to blow the non-existent roof off of the place. The game was played slightly fairly for almost a whole quarter until a herd of their team stopped Sean, your right forward, from landing on the ground properly, causing him to hit his head.
Of course, East View continued to play, with the referee physically turning a blind eye as John sprinted down towards you. You tackled him head-on, going low to kick the ball out of the field, and you raced down to Sean. 
“Sean! Johnson! Come on, wake up!” You remembered your Health lessons and didn’t try to shake him, instead putting pressure on his collarbone. 
“OW!” He howled and you pulled away, sighing in relief until you followed the sight of his eyes.
“Coach Johnson!” You yelled, standing up slowly.
“Y/L/N!” He yelled back, your eyes drifting to him.
“Popcorn!” 
All hell broke loose.
You rushed towards John and tackled him to the ground, sitting on top of him whilst you threw punch after punch. He managed to get a few deep nail rakes through your sleeves, tearing the thin material easily. 
The referee was struggling to break up the two teams, the rivalry finally pushed over the edge until Coach Johnson came over. He pulled you and most of the others away, whilst the referee stood in front of the East View team.
“What am I paying you for if you can’t make a fucking simple call?!” John growled loudly, catching Coach’s attention.
“This game is over. I’m calling the association and you’re gonna get your licence removed.” He promised the referee, who followed him to his car whilst begging him not to.
You stormed over to your car and threw your stuff into the back, wincing as your arm bumped the car door.
“Are you okay, Iubirea mea (my love)?” Wanda asked you quietly, noticing your anger.
You turned around to face her slightly shivering form, pom poms rustling in her grip as she tried to keep warm with her arms covering her stomach. You took them from her, which she whimpered at, but you dug around in your passenger seat and opened the door wider.
“Get in, love.” You murmured, offering a jumper of yours.
She grabbed it and slipped it on, the hem reaching past her ass and the sleeves swallowing her arms whole as you drove home. You announced your presence to your parents but were too fast for them to see your wounds, even if they would ask in the morning.
You went into the bathroom, Wanda on your tail, and began to pull stuff out of the cupboards. You growled in frustration before soft hands eased the tension in your shoulders, your eyes drifting to the mirror to see her looking at you.
“You get in the shower and clean those. I’ll be back with some bandages.” She kissed the side of your head and went back downstairs.
You hopped in and out, a white towel slowly turning into an American flag lookalike until Wanda returned. She hissed at your wounds and immediately got to work, your eyes floating over her form.
“I’m gonna kill him when I see him next. I swear, that Joanne-”
“John.” You corrected.
“Whatever. He’s gonna get much worse than a bruised cheekbone, a black eye and a split lip. I’m gonna get my girls on him, just you wait and see.” She huffed.
“You’re cute when you’re angry.” You commented, making her look at you.
She moved your arms up and sat down on the towel on your lap, giving you a sly grin before she leaned in and kissed you softly. 
“Kissing me is not going to make me take it back.” You murmured, listening to her sigh.
She pulled away and finished the last clip on your bandage, helping you stand up when she noticed how you wobbled. She guided you to your bed and laid you down, the scent of her cooking drifting from the right as a bowl sat upon your nightstand.
“You made me paprikás?” You smiled softly, looking up at her bashful cheeks still stained with red and black paint. 
“I made it last night and brought it over whilst you were at training. Thought it would be a nice meal, win or lose.” She murmured, rubbing her neck anxiously.
You brought her hand away and kissed her knuckles, watching her put a pillow on her lap before the bowl went on top. She dipped the spoon into the never-ending pool of sauce, pulling out some vegetables like they were from the great beyond.
You giggled quietly as she lifted the spoon to her lips, blowing on it before it came towards you. You cheekily accepted the spoon and sealed your teeth over the edges, making it difficult for her to pull it back out.
“Draga… (Dear)...” She warned you playfully, tilting her head to the side.
You immediately let go of the spoon, swallowing down the remnants of the dish. “Sorry.” You murmured.
“It’s okay. Just… no silly games, okay?” She whispered, a slight pang of hurt in her tone. “I was really worried.”
You lifted your hand to her cheek and stroked her soft skin a few times with your thumb, nodding. “Of course, I’ll stop.” 
You let Wanda feed you the whole dish, a small conversation of how she and the other cheerleaders were talking about your team, how they all thought you were hot defending the Sokovian whilst the others protected you from the East High boys. You checked with a few of them, and surely enough, they had a few injuries too.
“Hey.” Wanda called for your attention and you zeroed in on her.
“Are you okay? Your eyes keep drooping downwards.” 
“Just tired.” You mumbled, leaning towards her for a kiss.
She meets you halfway but doesn’t extend it any further than a peck, moving to straddle you underneath the blanket before she lies down on your front. Her arms wrap around your waist and she sighs into your chest, feeling comforted when your arms do the same.
“You tired from being the prettiest girl in the school?” You joked softly, kissing her forehead.
“No, I’m tired from being the girlfriend of the most overprotective idiot in the school.” She shot back jokingly, kissing your jaw before she returned to her normal posture.
You sighed against her head, feeling sleep try to take over you even if you wanted to simply savour the calm moment. Her shampoo wafting into your hair, the way her fingertips glided over your bruised skin as if she were nothing but the ticklish wind, how her… stunning green eyes… were imprinted on the back of your eyelids…
“Go to sleep, lubirea mea (my love). I’ll be here when you wake up.” Wanda’s whisper was the last thing you heard, her kiss against your neck the last thing you felt.
But the thought of her compassion, her kindness, her sweetness and her beauty carried on into your dream.
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renren-006 · 7 months
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Hunt | John Winchester x Reader
summery: you meet john winchester, but maybe your not so clueless about the world of the supernatural as john thought you would be
word count: 623
a/n: hey all! i have been so busy at school i havent had time to write but im trying to make a point to finsh most of the request i got and to finsh up some other stories! dont feel bad about sending in more, i love hearing your thoughts. anyways this one is short!
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You met John Winchester not too long ago. You were working in a bar in North Dakota when he showed up. He was younger then, and his boys were just hitting their teenage years. You were younger too, spry, good looking and one hell of a bartender. You were smart too, you caught on quickly to what was happening in that little town. Course it wasn't the first skin walker to live in the area and hopefully was the last. When John came in asking about the town and the disappearances. 
“Hey” John had said to you, you smiled sweetly at him. “Do you know anything weird around town?” you caught on there fast. 
“You mean the 4 locals that have gone missing since the summer started?” i asked him, “no not at all” the sarcasm rolled off your tongue with ease. You smiled back before passing him a beer. “Look weird shit has been happening here every summer since i started living here”
“How long have you lived here?” He asked you.
“About 5 years…After I graduated I decided I wanted some scenery change and since then haven't left here.”
“So bartending was your…”
“My dream? Absolutely not but I'm a people person and talking to the locals and the passing throat makes my day. "You told him, “Plus the weird things that happen around this area have kept me intrigued” John was interested now. You had left out a few details, the skinwalker in the local area was not the only thing that ever crossed into this town. There was a local ghost that haunted for a year before she was put down. She haunted the local library, before then it was an old orphanage and the little girl had been killed so, it was a tragic story that you did your own research about. 
“What do you mean?” John asked. You smiled, you held up your hand to let him know you'll be back while you swerved at one of the locals before circling back to him. 
“Look, I've been out here for 5 years, I know hunters when I see them now” you told him, leaning over the counter. “The skinwalker that's here, he terrorizes women, which is weird, but look there's only so many of us in this town. Do you get what i'm saying”
“You think hell be after you soon”
“Yes, I'm young, I fit the profile and if I went missing the only people that would miss me would be the men I serve their beer too. I have no family, no boyfriend, no child, i'm the perfect candidate”
“What if you stayed with you?” John asked you, “me and my boys?” 
“I've got an extra bed and a couch” you told him. 
“Meet you after your shift?”
“I get off at 5” you told him.
Those few nights John stayed with you, you felt like the safest girl in the world. You gotta know Sam and Dean extremely well for those days. Dean was hard to let you in, after all your nagging he finally did, and Sam well he already opened his heart to you early on after he saw how his Father reacted to your presence. You liked John, it was obvious. When he was packing up to leave that Saturday the light rain made it worse. “Here” you said strolling out ot the car. You handed john a piece of paper, on it was your number. “I know you have to go, but keep in touch okay?” 
“Ill try” 
“You better do more than try John Winchester, or i’ll be the one to hunt you down” you told him. He chuckled before he got in the car and left with the boys.
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Steady Heart
Chapter 14: Hollow Crown
* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels
* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)
* Warnings: language, brief violence between John and Jamie, brief wound tending
* Word count: 4,038ish
I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all
Author's note: Oof this chapter was a piece of work. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!
The pair trotted for another 10 minutes and on the horizon there was a rifle bang that cut through the air. Stella sagged in her saddle at the sight of her brother, Jimmy, and Walker riding out to meet her. She waved her hand at the bunch.
They met each other. In unison Ryan slipped off of BJ and Stella off of Abigail. Her brother called out to her and cleared the last few feet of space between them. “Stella! Are you okay?!” He jogged up to her wrapping her in a hug so tight, air rushed out of her lungs at the impact, a soft oof escaping.
She hugged Ryan back. “I’m fine. The officer got hurt, not me.”
Ryan started to check her over. Looking for any sign of injury. “What happened to your hands?”
“I got cut on barbed wire trying to untangle Snoopy. Is he okay?”
“Yeah he’s fine.” Jimmy said.
“Nothing some docterin’ and silver spray won’t fix.” Walker offered.
“Oh good.” Stella caught her breath. “The noises stopped not long ago. I don’t think she’s following anymore.”
Ryan stood back from inspecting his sister. “Where was the den?”
“Somewhere by pasture 11, I think? On the outside of the fence.”
“We’ll probably have to get them relocated.”
“If she doesn’t do it first with all the hoof traffic coming through there over the last few days.”
Ryan nodded at his sister's assumption. “Yeah that’s a fair point. Or maybe she was in the process of moving them already.”
“Yeah,” she looked down. “Thank you for coming to me.” She glanced at Jimmy and Walker. “All of you.” Walker tipped his hat and turned around to go back to the barn.
“What were you doin’ by yourself? Why didn’t you go with them?”
“There wasn’t enough room. And someone had to come back and tell John. It’s okay, I’ll be fine.” She brushed loose hair away from her face.
Jimmy smiled and came up to her and wrapped his arms around her. A startled noise left Stella. “I’m glad you’re okay. When we heard the call come through and then your horse didn’t show up we thought you were dead.”
Stella thought, ‘ah what the hell,’ and returned the hug. “Thank you, Jimmy. Really.” Ryan cleared his throat next to them. Stella pulled back and scowled at her brother for a split second. “I’ve gotta go talk to John. I was supposed to be back like an hour ago at least. I’ll meet y’all down at the bunkhouse in a bit.”
Ryan hugged her as Jimmy rode away. “Don’t get into any more trouble on the way to the house please?” He tapped her nose. “Matter of fact, I’ll come with you until you’re at the house.”
Stella wanted to argue, but thought better of it. Ryan was still coming back to earth. She would humor him today.
Stella and Ryan came loping into view of the ranch from the far side archway closest to the house. She came to a stop and Ryan waved at her as he headed to the barn. She turned her horse to slope up the big hill to the house. Abigail’s long legs made short work of the hill. Coming up on the big house, Stella could just barely make out someone on the porch in the dim twilight. Getting closer she could see it was John.
She slowed her mare to a stop at the trough by the driveway. She swung her leg over and dropped gracefully out of her saddle. She stroked Abigail’s neck and tied her to one of the few hitches at the house. “Catch your breath girl. We’re safe now. Get some water.” The mare was already halfway there by the time she finished her sentence. Stella could feel eyes on her and knew John was patiently waiting for her to come report to her.
Making her way to the bottom, she smiled sheepishly up at the man lounging at the top. “Just the man I hoped to find,” she joked breathlessly. John waved at her to come join him. She climbed the stairs. “Have you heard anything from Rip?” She went to take a seat next to her best friend’s father.
John shook his head. “No, should I have?” He was testing her. That was the thought that first came to Stella’s mind. He was seeing if she would lie at all. The tone he used gave him away. He knew already.
She bobbed her head. “Well he was supposed to call you, but he might have gotten held up. Taking that officer up the mountain turned into a shit show to say the least, sir. She was uncomfortable on Snoopy from the get go, which I thought was weird considering she most likely has to ride a horse quite often, but what do I know.”
Stella settled back into the chair with a quiet groan. “She fell off the horse after it got bit by a horsefly and got, forgive my lack of tact here, skewered on a fence post. Rip called Viggo and got her out to the hospital. I was to come back here and tell you. So here I am.” She raised her hand from the arm rest. “A little later than I planned, and more cuts than intended, but I’m here.”
“You forget who my daughter is. I would be shocked if you’ve been around this long and didn’t have something like that in your arsenal.” They smirked at each other. “Rip will be home soon. I think I hear the chopper now. He did call me a little while ago.”
“Oh good,” Stella listened intently and sure enough she heard the blades as they sliced through the air. In the distance a very distinct Rip shaped silhouette walked out of the darkness.
“She gonna make it?” John asked, getting up from his seat on the porch.
“Yeah. She's tough as a mule, that one.” He gazed at Stella when he said that. Stella stood and caught up to the patriarch, meeting the foreman at the bottom of the steps. He switched his stare to John. “They're sending another ranger out tomorrow.” Rip put his hands on his hips as they came to meet him.
“See if you can keep this one on a horse.” Rip chuckled. John pointed to her. “And Stella, I don’t think you should go this time. We’ll decide tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.” Both she and Rip answered in unison.
Rip took in Stella’s appearance. “You okay, Stella-belle?” John watched the interaction quietly.
Stella sighed and took her glasses off. She outstretched her hand and Rip grabbed them with a frown. The men shared a glance. They let Stella take her time. Taking out her hair, she ran her hands through it shaking it out. It went back up into a less fuzzy bun. She held out her hand for her glasses and Rip placed them gently on her palm. Placing them back on her face, she finally answered.
“Well I doctored my hands up after you left. Ran into a mountain lion den about halfway home. On the outside of the fence. I’m pretty sure mom stalked us most of the way home.” Rip opened his mouth, but she held up a hand to stop him. “Yes I called my brother in on the walkie. They came out and met me. He made sure I made it most of the way here. I told John about what happened. Just later than planned.”
“Sounds like you had a busy night.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
John interjected. “We’ll revisit the mountain lion near one of my pastures later. You forgot that little detail, kid.”
“Sorry sir. Ryan was already talking about relocation or something. If she wasn’t already in the process when I stumbled across her.”
A car pulled up and caught their attention. “Wow, I can't wait to see which disappointment this is.” The three of them watched Jamie get out of the car. John roared, “where you been? I needed you!” Stella and Rip stepped back.
“I was campaigning.” He stated like it was obvious.
John growled. “You been gone two fuckin' days, Jamie. You can't make one phone call? God knows I've been calling you.”
“I'm sorry.”
“Sorry? Hell, you don't even know what you're sorry for.”
“I'm sorry. Christina has my phone.” Stella raised her eyebrows at his admission.
“Christina has your phone. God damn it, Jamie.” John wiped his mouth. “When Rip takes Fish and Wildlife out tomorrow, I need you with them.”
“Okay. Why is Fish and Wildlife coming tomorrow?”
“Shit.” John muttered. The evidence was clear that Jamie hadn’t even bothered to check his phone before he got to the ranch.
“I have campaign stops in Helena and Great Falls…”
“No, you don't, because the first thing you're doing tomorrow is withdrawing from the race.” John made his word final.
“What? I'm doing this for you.” Jamie sounded hurt and confused.
“No, you're doing it for you, and now you're not doing it anymore.”
Rip and Stella looked at each other. They didn’t think they should be here for this conversation. Stella wanted to slowly slink away to her horse and go find her brother.
Jamie tried to stand his ground. “Hey. I won't quit. My entire career is based around this. I've earned it.”
“It's not your place to decide what you've earned.”
“Don't take this away from me. I've earned this! After everything I've done for you, after everything I said…,” Jamie begged.
John wheeled around and advanced on Jamie.“What have you done for me, Jamie?” John shoved him. “What have you done for me besides help me build the empire that you stand to inherit? Sorry, son, I just don't see the sacrifice.”
“Don't you take this away from me.” Jamie grabbed his dad’s coat and started shoving him.
“You took it from yourself.” John dismissed.
“After everything I have done for you? I have earned this!”
John launched his fist squarely against Jamie’s jaw. He fell to the ground and groaned. Embarrassment and pain all wrapped up into one. “All you earned today is that.”
As much as it pleased Stella that someone else shared the same thought about Jamie needing to be hit, she didn’t think now was the time. “Mr. Dutton!” John took his son to the ground, trading blows the whole way.
Rip jumped in. “Hey.” He pulled John off of Jamie.
“I swear to God, I never met a man more in need of a beating.” John paced as Rip got Jamie up off the ground and started marching him away from John. Stella put herself in between John and the other two men. She hoped that her presence in the middle would keep him from bowling her over if his anger rose again.
“Jamie, you touch me again, and I'll give you one.” He stood up straight and stared down his son. “By this time tomorrow, Attorney General Stewart's gonna announce that he's not stepping down. So if you want to run against the candidate I'm supporting, you be my guest.” He caught his breath just long enough to weave around Stella and up to Jamie and Rip. “Until you're ready to put this family first, you don't step foot on this ranch, you understand? You're not welcome here.”
Rip caught Jamie as he went to go back at his father for more blows. “Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me... Whoa. Easy now.”
“This is between family.” Jamie said hotly. Stella made a face at him not recognizing the foreman as family at this point.
“You're gonna fight yourself right out of it.” He patted Jamie’s chest. “Now, go get a hotel, okay? And then calm down.”
Stella herded John to the porch. He bent down and picked up the papers that had blown off the table with the breeze that had settled in. “You okay?” She heard Jamie’s car peel off and felt Rip come up behind her.
“No, Stella, I don't know that I am.” He sniffed. “Hundred and thirty-two years this ranch has been in my family, and I'm the one to lose it.” He stood from picking up the papers. “To be honest, I don't even know who I'm trying to save it for, anymore.” He looked at his employees. “You both go. I have a lot to think about.”
She gave him a bittersweet smile in response and watched him go inside. Rip went to go stand at the top step and Stella asked softly as she joined him, “penny for your thoughts?”
Rip shook his head. “Not much going on except, what a fuckin’ day.”
She hummed in response.
“You go to your brother. Have Lloyd look at your hands.”
“Yessir.” She jogged over to Abigail. The bay roan nickered at her. She smiled lovingly at Abigail, gave her a pat and climbed into her saddle. “Come on sweets. Let’s go put you to bed.”
After she got Abigail settled in, she chose to go find her brother and see what shenanigans everyone was up to. Coming up on the bunkhouse the sounds of a good time echoed into the night. She smiled feeling at home and swung the door open.
The men were in the middle of a poker game. Her brother goaded everyone. “Oh this is dangerous for you boys. I would stay away if I were you.”
The smile remained on her face and she walked up behind her brother and gave his shoulders a hug. “Oh hey Stellee. Kinda busy right now.” He squeezed her forearm that was around his neck quickly.
“Yeah yeah. Just wanted to say hi.” She chuckled standing back up. She noticed Jimmy was searching for something all over the back of the house.
Lloyd caught Jimmy pacing and gently directed him. “Jimmy, sit down. You're making us all fucking sea sick.”
“All right, where is it?”
“Where's what?” Stella and Ryan asked. They looked at each other in amusement.
“You guys know what.”
Stella scrunched her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just got here.”
“We don't know how to help you find what we don't know you're looking for, Jimmy.” Colby said.
“Where's my fucking hat?”
Ryan looked directly at Jimmy. “Oh, that.” Ryan tapped on his cards. “Yeah, we got rid of that.” He explained simply.
Stella’s eyes widened. “Y’all did what!”
“Stupid scarecrow ain't a good look, Jimmy.” Colby smiled.
Stella swore she could hear a mouse fart out in the barn from how quiet it got in the house. All the men started smiling before Lloyd reached underneath the table and pulled out a brand new black hat. He tossed it at Jimmy who juggled it and caught it.
Ryan laid out the rules. He sounded like he was talking to 15 year old Stella the way he explained it. “Cost us each a weeks' pay. You lose it, pay us back.”
Lloyd smiled, delighted. “It ain't a damn soup bucket, try it on.” He tried to convince Jimmy.
Jimmy looked at it, almost as if he was making sure there wasn’t a catch. He flipped it up over his head and carefully slipped it on.
“Yay!” Stella yelled and everyone started clapping and congratulating him.
“You were in on this, too?” He asked Stella and then Walker, who had just walked in on the celebration.
Stella laid her arms on her brother and Colby’s shoulders. “Oh, look at him, honeys. Our little Jimmy's all growed up.” She playfully sniffled and wiped a fake tear away. Colby and Ryan played along and consoled her. “Also somebody call the academy. I deserve an award for the performance.”
“Thanks.” Jimmy smiled at the guys trying to forget his annoyance. The wranglers went back to their poker game, pleased with the turnout of getting Jimmy a hat.
Jimmy stepped up to Stella. “Thank you.”
“Of course Jaybird.” He smiled at the nickname. “We’ll get you fitted up right if it kills us.” She leaned closer to him and whispered, “I told you they’d come around.” She smiled and squeezed his shoulder.
Jimmy walked over to his bunk and everyone including Stella screamed. “No, no, don't put it on the bed!”
“Jesus fuck.” Ryan exclaimed.
“That's bad luck, Jimmy.” Lloyd explained.
“You can't give him anything.”
“Is there any way to undo that, or…,” Jimmy sounded worried he asked Walker.
Walker sighed and laid down. He seemed bummed. “Hell, Jimmy, if you cowboy into this outfit, you're already cursed.”
Stella glanced at him. “You good?”
“I guess.” He replied curtly.
Stella frowned but figured it would be best to walk away. “Hey Lloyd? Can you look at my hands? Rip wasn’t sure my docterin’ was good enough.”
“Of course lil’ bit. Here and take my seat. I’ll get the first aid kit.” He traded spots with her. He left to go to the bathroom and grab the kit.
Ryan watched as Colby leaned over and started gently taking off the medical tape Stella had put around her hands and fingers. She hissed as the tape caught some skin from her right middle and ring finger. They were the gnarliest.
“Damn girl, what did you do?”
“I was panicking trying to get Snoopy loose from barbed wire.” She laughed through the pain that emanated from her hand. “Didn’t know Rip had cutters.”
Colby whistled. “You sure know how to have a good time don’t you?”
“If that’s what you wanna call it, sure.” She chuckled stiffly. Lloyd came out of the bathroom hallway and came back to the table.
“My god, Stella.” Her eyes widened because it was rare that Lloyd used her actual name.
“I know it looks bad, but once I get it washed off it’ll be better.” She stood and made her way to the bathroom sink.
“Why’re you going there?”
“I’m not gonna have my blood in the sink we all use for food and dishes. That’s gross.” There were certain lines she wouldn’t cross. That was one of them.
Looking in the mirror, she could tell the day had been rough. The past few days had been rough. Hell, the whole last week had been. She turned on the water and examined her face while she waited for it to get warm. The dark circles on her face carved a wide path underneath her eyes. It looked like she’d been punched.
Stella flicked a finger in the water to test the temperature. It was warm enough so she grabbed the soap and gently scrubbed her hands. It started stinging and she grit her teeth. She washed the last of the soap and blood off and looked around for a towel. She found a wash rag and figured it would do.
She walked back out to the leader of the pack and held out her hands. “Okay so it’s still not great, but I don’t need stitches. So that’s a plus.”
“Sit.” Lloyd pointed to the chair. “Colby get up.” Everyone but her brother quickly skirted to their respective spaces.
“Ryan, you get her other hand.”
Stella laid her left arm out for her brother. The cut across her left palm wasn’t as bad as the ones on her fingers on the other hand. Both men got to work. Neither of them talked to her in their concentration. Looking around the room she looked at Jimmy. As they locked eyes she winced at a particularly tender part of her fingers.
Jimmy meandered over and took a seat across from her. “Need a distraction?”
“Probably. You got anything good to talk about?”
“So,” Jimmy tapped the table trying to come up with something. “Snoopy is doing good. He was still a little spooky when I checked on him.”
“He’ll settle out over the next day or so.” She smirked. “Also look at you using me and Kayce’s lingo!”
“You might have rubbed off on me.”
She looked at her brother. “I told you I could get through to him.”
Ryan looked up at her under his eyebrows with a scowl.
“What?” She made a face at her brother.
He looked at her hands and back at her. Stella instantly knew he was pissed she tore her them up. More so that she got hurt in general. Her shoulders dropped when she realized. She felt Lloyd wrapping the last one of her fingers and Ryan let go of her hand as he finished. Jimmy watched the whole silent conversation in awe.
“None of it was intentional, Ry.”
“I told you to be careful, and you said never before you left.”
Stella grabbed his hand. “I was joking when I said that. Out of everyone here, well except maybe Jimmy, I’m probably the most cautious. I panicked because Rip was considering shooting Snoopy so when he caught his breath he didn’t drag the officer all to hell.” She let go of his hand and put hers on her chest. “A horse I helped train with Lee and Kayce. I couldn’t let him do it. I didn’t know he had cutters, otherwise I would have used them first instead of trying to untangle him with my bare hands.”
The vibe in the room shifted. The mention of Lee sobered everyone up really quick.
“Snoopy is one of the things I have to keep him alive. He’s proof that I learned something and made a friend while I was at it.”
Ryan sat back in his chair with a sigh. “We’ve gotta work on your self preservation, but I understand why you did it.”
“We’ll get somewhere one day. I gotta go find Rip. See what he wants me to do.” Stella stood and walked over to Jimmy. She squeezed his shoulder. “Thank you for taking care of Snoopy for me.”
She came up to the lodge pleased to see that the lights were still on. Her hand raised and she thumped the door a couple times and stood back. A couple coyotes could be heard way off in the distance. They were far enough away that Stella didn’t worry. And if they suddenly came up on her she would just barge into Rip’s house and apologize later. She was sure that he didn’t lock the door. Knocking was just out of respect and common courtesy.
The door opened, Rip looking irritated as ever. “Woah there grumpy Gus. It’s just me.” Stella snorted. When he realized who was at his door, his face softened.
“Everything alright?” He asked, looking like he was preparing for more headache.
“Oh yeah, everything’s fine. I just wanted to see what you wanted me to do.”
Rip’s eyebrows dropped. “Meaning?”
Her face scrunched up in question. “Meaning should I stay at the ranch tonight to go in the morning, or?”
“Oh yeah you probably should stay. I know John said you weren’t going, but I’m sure he’ll want you there.” He stood back and waved her into the house. “You left your stuff here during your great escape this morning. I put it on the table.”
Stella stepped into the lodge and spotted her orange book bag and key lanyard sitting where Rip said it would be. She gripped it up and swung the strap over her shoulder.
“You can stay here again if you want?” Rip offered.
Stella laughed, turning around to head back out the door. “I’ll let you have some peace before tomorrow morning. Plus I have a couple extra things at the bunkhouse.” Remembering she had been banned she stopped and spun back to him. His eyebrows were raised. She scratched her head and looked down. “I mean if that’s okay.”
Rip was quiet. The silence made Stella rock back and forth on her feet. Monica called it the “mom rock”. He sighed and shook his head. “Okay I’ll let it slide tonight. Once this situation is taken care of, no bunkhouse still, but you can hang around.”
“Eeee,” Stella squealed and ran over to him. She jumped just high enough to be able to grab his shoulders and hug him tight. He hugged her back holding most of her weight, allowing her feet to swing back and forth. She dropped down and backed up. “Thank you. I’ll try to be on my best behavior.”
“You better be,” he swatted at her shoulder as she turned around to leave. He called out to her as she left. “I’ll come get you in the mornin’!”
A faint, “okay,” floated back through the door. He smirked to himself and shook his head at the soft spot he had for her.
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BIRD IN THE HAND (PART TWO)
John pulled Cole's body closer. The evening had been perfect. John had made sure it was perfect. He'd figured out the jocky dude didn't seem as impressed by the big-money steak houses John had taken him to on their first dates, even though Cole pretended he did. So he booked an Italian bistro place. More buzzy but also romantic. They'd split a bottle of wine, the conversation flowed, they got dessert.
The Congressional Bro was cute as fuck. Cuter than cute. And funny. It had taken the FBI agent a couple of months to get into Cole's offbeat humor, but now he couldn't get enough. John knew he was a very attractive man, but he felt lucky to be out with this guy.
Cole's hand felt up John's chest as they reclined on his sofa, shoes off but otherwise still in their date-night clothes. Cole Walker almost regretted the way the federal agent's quarter-zip sweater and checked button-down hid that magnificent body. And John had one hell of a body.
"Mmmm... you feel nice, buddy," the 47-year-old agent said was he pulled back and took in the cute face of his date. His hands ran up and down Cole's back. He'd only known the guy for a year now but in that time Cole had packed on some more muscle. Nothing too big, but the dude felt heavier lying on top of him now.
"Yeah," Cole muttered. He had almost a frat-bro way of talking when he wasn't in professional mode. He kept it some in check around older men, too, for some reason, but it was coming out now. A contrast to his deep resonant voice. "I missed this, man."
John had been rehearsing what he'd say in his head. He wanted the timing to be right, and this felt as right a time as any. "I know I've not always been there for you, Cole," he said.
That got a surprise quiet from the younger dude. "I've never put any expectations on you," he said softly.
That made John Ricciardi feel guilty. "Maybe you should have," he blurted. "I mean... you deserve a guy who's a lot less standoffish. You're always there when I want you, whenever I call... I know it's gotta go the other way too."
"Okay," Cole muttered. His heard was pounding heavy now. After his time seeing Paul on Wednesday, he's been mulling over a lot before deciding to kick the can down the road. Turns out John wasn't gonna let him.
"So... my last name is Ricciardi," John said. "But you knew that already."
"He told you," Cole replied in a deep blush. He felt mortified to know that both John and Paul knew that Cole had slept with both brothers, repeatedly. But after a dinner date like just now, clearly John wasn't going through the motions. He decided to hear the man out.
John nodded, his eyes a little impish in their gaze. Even if Paul had a certain authoritative sexiness as an advantage of his younger brother, John had insanely smoldering looks, with green-gray eyes that seemed to suck Cole in. And a better, fitter body, even.
"He told me. I won't lie, I've always had this competitive thing with my older brother. I guess my ego was bruised a little."
"Oh John," Cole started in, but the man interrupted him.
"It's OK, buddy. Lesson learned on my end. I didn't tell you what you mean to me, because I couldn't admit it myself. That's on me."
Cole gulped.
John forced a smile and patted the ex-jock's rump. "I know I spoiled the mood, but I was hoping we'd make it back to the bedroom. The offer still stands for you to stay over if you want."
"For real?" Cole had gone into this date expecting a consolation prize, but now that he was face to face with John Ricciardi, in his arms, he couldn't imagine not see this as his boyfriend.
"I won't blame you if you wanna split." John's eyes were vulnerable and a little moist.
Cole's heart raced as he leaned in, and their lips met. There was that brief, taboo thrill that he'd been with two Ricciardi brothers. He'd spent a day or two processing that knowledge, but now, it turned him on. The way he could recognize the men were similar in a lot of ways, similar in personality even if their approach to sex was very different.
John was the better kisser and the way the law man's tongue danced just inside of Cole's mouth gave the younger man a crazy hardon. As they got deeper into the kiss the ex-jock gripped John's arms through the sweater, feeling the meaty biceps and tris. OF the two Ricciardi brothers, John was even more muscular and had incredibly pumped guns.
The older man could read the hunger in Cole's eyes when they parted. "I wanna be inside you, buddy.... now," he growled.
"Right here?" Cole asked with a naughty grin.
"I was thinking..." John started to clarify things but stopped himself. "Hell, we've never done that." The more he thought it over the more fun the idea seemed. Fucking this hottie in every room of his condo. His face got a playful leer on it. "Why don't you go fetch the lube?"
John pawed his crotch as he watched the young stud bound up excitedly. Cole was technically in his mid-20s now but still had that aura of a Georgetown soccer player. The kind of jock type John would jerk off to regularly. Before the apps, before Cole. He'd still masturbate to relieve the pent up need sometimes, but he enjoyed saving his nut for this young man. It just made the sex more powerful and enabled John to go more than one round if Cole was up for it. He usually was.
The kid practically strutted back into the room. Gone were his jeans and he wore only his button-up shirt, the tails of which opened with each step to show that long jock bone. In his hand was the bottle of lube, which he tossed to John.
"I went ahead and applied some back there," Cole admitted. "I didn't think that you might want to rim first..."
John smirked. He would have been OK with it he guessed, but mostly he was turned on by the idea that Cole wanted his cock badly. "No foreplay this time," he chuckled as he undid his own jeans and shucked them down far enough to let his fat boner pop out free.
Cole gasped at the sight. It was a beautiful dick already, but he realized he'd anticipated a look at it to compare it mentally to Paul Ricciardi's cock. Of course before there had been no reason to put two and two together. But now, the family ressemblance was undeniable. Paul and John looked similar enough, he guessed, but their cocks were almost identical.
"No foreplay," Cole repeated back to John, watching the hunky daddy type apply a thin drizzle of lube to his boner and then hold it up.
"If you need to take it slow, sexy..." John hissed.
Cole shook his head. "No way... I've fucking missed your dick."
John winced a little at that. It had been a solid two weeks since his and Cole's last time together. But even if Paul hadn't shared the details, he had a pretty good idea his brother had been buried inside this hottie just a few days ago. There was that jealous side in him, but he kept his ego in check and told himself the best way to win over a perfect guy like Cole was to be the man Cole wanted. He'd just have to figure his way to do that. And if it didn't work, it didn't work.
Cole, meanwhile, wasn't feeling any emotional complications at that moment. He was in heat. The whole week, after his fateful hook up with Paul Ricciardi, he'd been nervous things would be over with John. Or that the sexual chemistry would be ruined. But fuck, this FBI hunk was if anything hornier than ever. That fat cock felt rock hard as Cole sat down on it.
"Oh fuck, buddy," John muttered.
The entry stung a little, but Cole was determined to show off for John, to show the man he didn't always need the slow and gentle approach. He sank down onto that boner, all the way onto John's crotch.
"Jesus," the man said excitedly.
Cole was breathing heavy, almost hyperventilating as a way to deal with the shock to his insides. But fuck, the action had made John Ricciardi's dick feel big and powerful, and Cole fed off that. He'd been embarrassed sometimes by how much he loved to bottom, and he always worried about the way a man like John might think he was slutty or something.
But John's look up at Cole was one of pure lust and appreciation. Normally, he'd be checking in with the stud to make sure he was OK, but he had an intuitive sense this time, the way Cole's breathing quickly got back to normal and the way that jock dick pulsed excitedly. John gripped the soccer stud's thighs tightly and thrust up into the kid.
"Fuck yes," Cole hissed.
"You need that, buddy?" John asked excitedly.
"I do, man. Fuck."
John's thrusts were getting steady and firm. Fucking into this hot young man. As much as he normally preferred a long session with lots of making out, some teasing BJs and a real deep rim job, this was pretty incredible too. The way both men were keyed up for a quick fuck. Cole riding John's lap and bracing his hands on the man's burly chest. But mostly John fucking now, unable to get enough of the sweet slick sensation of Cole Walker's insides.
His brother had felt that too, had fucked the Walker kid, just like he was doing now. Before that would have brought the jealous flashes on, but now it just fed his excitement and the quivering pleasure in his cock. He pushed up into Cole's perfect, young body harder and faster.
"Unbutton your shirt, sexy," he hissed. His fingers now like talon's in Cole's quad muscle. As fun as it was to mate still mostly clothed, John wanted to see the dude he was nailing.
Cole had to steady his balance as his bracing hand left to undo the shirt and open it up. That had the effect of making the ex-jock core contract into a tight washboard ripple.
John fucked faster now, and guided Cole's hips up and down to exaggerate the penetration. This was intense.
"God yeah... fuck me, sir." Cole pleaded.
It was the first time Cole had dropped the s-word and John was surprised how much it turned him on. His eyes took in all of this young man's naked beauty as he felt his orgasm come on.
"Oh shit... cum in me... breed me..." Cole was losing any self consciousness about his bottomy need.
John's hips were a blur. Did Paul fuck the kid like this?
"FUCK!" he cried, loudly.
Cole's face broke into a big excited smile as he watched the lawman get his nut. John Ricciardi was so crazy handsome, but his face became something primal in orgasm.
The man's hips had frozen, locked in place to load Cole up, but Cole's hips undulated gentle against that pulsing hardon, milking out every drop he could.
As that big O began to crest, Cole gripped his own hardon.
It was John's turn to help out, he thrust up into Cole's body, not as hard now, but with enough force to press against that butt nut.
"Harder," Cole asked. More than he anticipate the angle was making his prostate sing.
John got an excited grin as he started going at it again. He had maybe a minute tops before his dick got too sensitive for this. But hopefully it wouldn't take this jock stud a minute.
Cole felt it, he really felt it. That thick Ricciardi prick now a battering ram against his sensitive inner gland. And the sloppy feeling of John's heavy load coating the way. He jerked and felt it coming.
On the spur of the moment he decided he'd try it. Right on the cusp, he let go. John's pounding prick did the rest. Cole was cumming like crazy, the sperm being pushed out of him in heavy jets. There was that intense light headed orgasm again. Maybe not exactly a Paul Ricciardi orgasm, but close.
Only when he came down from the high and regained full consciousness, did he feel mortified by what he'd down.
"Oh fuck, your sweater," Cole said. "Sorry... "
Indeed that preppy-dad style quarter-zip sweater was splotched all over with Cole's seed. Some was on John's handsome face too, which smiled in amusement.
"Ha, it'll wash out, buddy. Anyway, it was worth it. That was totally fucking hot."
Cole leaned back, displaying his body for John. He was with one of the hottest guys in DC and that was some heavy competition. But the 23-year-old knew he had the goods too, knew Ricciardi was crazy about him. "It was hot," he said. "Glad we could mix it up some."
John nodded. His prick was softening now, and he loved the wet sensation of its retreat. "Damn Cole... tell me what I gotta do to keep you. In the bedroom, out of the bedroom... if there's something I can do, I'll fucking do it, OK?"
With another guy John's approach, his emotional neediness would come across as too much. Even with Cole, from another guy it might not have worked. But he climbed off this hunk and felt his heart pound. Maybe it was the sex that hard worn his defenses down. "You know, John, I just want a fucking boyfriend. I don't know how to make that happen even, but fuck, I've been telling myself I don't want one, but I do."
John gave an empathic nod and got up off the couch, too. He was taller than Cole, by several inches and the younger man felt comforted to feel John's strong arms wrap around him and pull him close.
"We'll make it happen, buddy. In a way that works for you. But I'd be honored to be your boyfriend."
Their lips met and they made out, John leaning his head down to claim dominance in the kiss.
"Damn, bud... you hard again?" he finally asked with a chuckle.
"Maybe, yeah," Cole laughed.
John patted the young stud's rump. "All right, let me clean up some of the mess we made and we can take our time for round two."
It would take him a bit to recover and recharge. Maybe even an hour. John Ricciardi was feeling every bit his middle age and maybe had no business being with a 23-year old. But he'd decided he was gonna be every bit of the powerhouse sex stud this young man wanted him to be.
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sarahsmi13s · 1 year
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Lieutenant Rogers - pt 5
Birds and Promises
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pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader
characters: y/n rogers, neil vikander, the entire dagger squad (admirals and captain included), sam wilson, bucky barnes, john walker, lemar hoskins, misc. characters from both universes
series warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, the flag smashers, super soldiers, g-lock, birdstrike, angst, if i miss any please let me know
word count: ~2.6k
a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well
series summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.
chapter summary: while we all know what happens in the air, we don’t know what happens with the aviators on the ground when three nearly die during a training exercise. how do hangman, rooster, and star react to their best friends nearly dying? will it change things between star and omaha?
pt 1   pt 2  pt 3  pt 4  pt 6
*************** *Wednesday*
You all sat in the ready room listening to the coms of the current run through.
“This mission is damn near impossible with these parameters,” Fritz said as he flopped onto the couch. You sighed and sat on the barstool close to the radio facing Jake. 
“It’s the only way everyone has a chance to get out alive,” you sighed, placing your helmet on the bar. Rooster huffed and shook his head, but no one said anything about it.
“Talk to me, Bob.” “We are 12 seconds late on target. We gotta move! We gotta move!” “Copy. Try to stay with me.” 
The radar could be heard beeping through the radio. 
“Huh? Wait, who’s that?” Bob’s confused voice rang out. “Blue team. You’ve been spotted.” “Shit, it’s Maverick,” Coyote cursed. 
You stretched in your seat, “Here we go.”
“What the hell is he doing here?” Phoenix’s question was valid, Mav hadn’t flown with them the past two days. He was only out there today in case a bandit happened to engage them. 
“I’m a bandit on course to intercept. What’re you gonna do?” “He’s 20 miles left. Ten o’clock. 700 knots closure,” Bob offered to help the two pilots diverge a plan. 
Coyote turned his head, “Your call. What do you wanna do?” “Continue. We’re close. Stay on target.” Bob kept his eyes on Mav, “He’s swinging around to the north!” “Stand by for pop-up.” “Be ready on that laser, Bob.” “Copy. I’m on it.”
“Blue team, bandit is still closing,” Mav reminded. You tensed in your seat and looked at Hangman, seeing his teeth clenched around a toothpick. “You might get splinters there, Cowboy.” He rolled his eyes and focused back on the radio.
“Popping now!” The grunts of the change in trajectory could be heard before Coyote spoke again. “Talk to me, Bob! Where’s Maverick?” “He’s five miles out. He’s coming fast.” “Target’s in sight,” Phoenix said. “Where’s my laser, Bob?” “Deadeye! Deadeye! It’s no good! Sorry, I can’t get a lock!” 
You groaned and hung your head. No one could hit the damn thing. “We’re out of time, I’m droppin’ blind.” No one spoke for a second. “Damn it! Missed!”
Now they were in the high-G climb out. Grunts and gasps were heard, causing you, Rooster, and Hangman to tense; each one of you had a best friend in the air.
Tone was heard, “That’s tone.” “Maverick’s got missile lock on us,” Bob said. “Shit. We’re dead,” Phoenix cursed. “Blue team, that’s a fail. Level out, Coyote.” 
Hangman sat upright, his chest slowly increasing in rhythm with the silence. 
“Coyote. Do you copy?” More silence. “Come on, Coyote…” “Coyote, come in.” Nothing. “Coyote. Level wings.”
That’s when Jake started to panic. “Snap out of it, Machado. Come on!” “Oh, God. He’s in G-LOC.” “Get the fuck out of it, Javy,” Hangman was clenching his fist. 
You reached over and grabbed his hand, allowing him to seek something to ground him. Maverick called out to Coyote, but it was useless.
“He’s gonna burn in!” 
Phoenix’s words made Jake shoot up out of his seat like it burned him. “I’m going after him.” Mav’s words were lost to the blond as you tried to calm him down.
“Hangman! Hang- Seresin! Jake, Jake look at me!” He did, green eyes surrounded by red. “You have got-” “Rogers, if you tell me to ‘calm down’ I swear-” 
You could hear Maverick, the room was dead quiet except for Hangman’s panicked breathing. He was trying to get a tone. Jake nearly sprinted out of the room, you held him back. Even with the enhanced strength, Hangman’s adrenaline made it difficult.
“He’s got tone,” Rooster said. “Snap out of it, Coyote. Come on! Come on!” The panic in Mav’s voice didn’t ease anyone’s nerves. 
“Damn it! Coyote! Coyote!” “Pull up! Pull up!” The automated voice in the aircraft mixed with Maverick’s, both trying to get Javy’s attention.
Silence.
Jake clenched at your flight suit. “God, please. Please.” “Coyote, you okay? You okay?” Jake and Javy breathed at the same time, “I’m okay. I’m good.” Jake hugged you, “Thank God.” “Good. Good. That’s enough for today.”
Everyone relaxed.
“That was close.” “Too close.”
Then shit hit the fan.
“Bird strike! Bird strike!” “Bird strike!” The sound of alarms and Phoenix’s voice made both you and Rooster panic. “Phoenix! Left engine’s on fire!” The panic in Bob’s voice made air catch in your throat. “Climbing!”
Even though Hangman was still recovering, he was fast to come to your aid, keeping an eye on Rooster out of the corner of his eye.
The blood rushing in both yours and Rooster’s ears blocked out anything happening on the radio. You looked at Rooster and there was nothing but panic in his eyes. You reached a hand out, urging at Rooster to grab it and he did.
While no one was calm in that room, you and Rooster were the worst. 
Bob has been your best friend since the academy, was there for you when your father was on the run and you needed a place to go for the holidays. He took you to his family's house and now you really hoped you didn’t have to deliver the news to his mom and brothers…
“We’re goin’ down, Phoenix! We’re goin’ in! We’re goin’ in!”
Your knees buckled and Hangman caught you, easing you to the ground, Rooster clinging onto both your hand and the foosball table. 
Omaha was by your side in a matter of milli-seconds. “Star. Y/N, Y/N look at me, come on Doll. Look at me.”
You tried to let go of Rooster’s hand, in fear of breaking it. But he gripped it, “Please don’t.” Rooster had never experienced this before, but you had. Didn’t make it any less terrifying.
You heard the mumbled shouts to eject and then the shouts of them ejecting. But it wasn’t registering, not until Coyote came over.
“I see chutes! I see chutes!”
Everyone else in the room instantly calmed. But you and Rooster were still fuzzy-eyed with erratic breathing. You both had experience here, just cause there's a chute doesn’t mean they survived.
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It felt like hours before Maverick and Coyote were on the ground with rescue out for Phoenix and Bob.
Your boots were on the ground, running just behind Jake as he gripped Coyote in a hug. “Holy shit! I’m so glad you’re okay.” 
Everyone gave their concerns to Coyote before Hangman was dragging him to go to the hospital, ‘just in case’. “Everyone get changed, we’re done for the day. As soon as I hear, I’ll let you know.” Everyone nodded and went to change.
You turned to leave, but you took a glance back at Maverick and saw that he didn’t move. “Oma, you go. I’m gonna stay here.” 
Neil furrowed his brow in concern, but with a nod to Maverick he understood. “Okay, I’ll wait for you.” You nodded and squeezed his hand.
Maverick heard your footsteps. “Star, what are you doing?” 
“I didn’t want you to be alone.” “I’m fine.” You shook your head, “With all due respect, sir, you’re a horrible liar. Maverick, that couldn’t have been easy. To see it happen from an outside perspective.” He shook his head, a shaky exhale leaving him, “It wasn’t. God, I wish-” 
“Mav, this wasn’t your fault.” “Then why does it feel like it is?” 
You swallowed, “Because you still blame yourself. And I know that no matter what you’re told, you will always believe that it was your fault.” He scoffed, “Sounds like you speak from experience.” You nodded, looking down, “It’s because I am.” He frowned a little, but nodded.
The helicopter landed, wheeling out two gurneys to the ambulances, both in the upright position with semi conscious pilots. The tension melted away, the fear dissipated. 
They were alive.
You both jogged over, the head medic meeting you half-way. 
“They’re gonna be okay. Maybe a little sore, but they’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna take them to the hospital where they’re gonna keep them for observation overnight.” You both nodded. “Can we visit them?” He nodded, “Yes, once they’ve been admitted.” 
He turned to Mav, “Also, Lieutenant Machado needs to be examined after going into G-LOC.” “Lieutenant Seresin has seen to it that Lieutenant Machado does just that.” The medic nodded and left.
You patted Maverick’s shoulder. “Come on. They’re okay. Let’s let everyone know and go see them.” Mav nodded and followed you.
Once you got to the locker room, those in there looked up at the two of you.
Omaha held eye contact with you and you smiled, nodding, “They’re okay. They’re gonna be in observation until tomorrow, but they’re okay.” He embraced you and everyone sighed in relief.
Maverick looked around, “Where’s Rooster?” “He changed and went to the classroom,” Payback told him. Mav clenched his jaw and looked at you, wanting you to go with him to talk to Bradley. 
“This, this you need to do alone, Mav.” He just nodded and left to go talk to Bradley.
“Has someone contacted Hangman?” You asked as you changed. “No, not yet.” You grabbed your phone, “Okay, I got it.” You sent a quick text to Jake to let him know they were okay.
When you finished getting ready, Neil was waiting outside for you. “Come on, Star-light. I know you want to go talk to them.”
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The next day wasn’t what you thought it would be.
Admiral Kazansky had passed and you, along with the rest of the squad, were attending the funeral. 
You had only gotten to know the Admiral over the last few years, but you had admired his work since before joining the Navy. He became sort of a father figure to you while you lived in North Island. 
When Steve died, Sarah was the first person you called after Neil. They had both gotten the chance to meet your father at some point so you reached out to invite them to his funeral, and they came.
So, being there was like burying your father all over again. Taps, the flag folding, it was hard. But you pushed through, and once it was over, after giving your condolences to the family and Maverick, you went home and stayed on the couch.
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The next day you were back to training.
As you sat next to Rooster, Cyclone walked up to the front, causing both of you to share a look.
“Captain Mitchell is no longer your instructor. And as of today, there are new mission parameters. Time to target is now four minutes. You’ll be entering the valley level at reduced speed. Not to exceed 420 knots.” 
Everyone shared a look of disbelief and doubt, Bob being the one to voice concerns. “Sir, won’t we be giving their planes time to intercept?” “Well, Lieutenant, you have a fighting chance against enemy aircraft. What are the odds of surviving a head-on collision with a mountain?” 
You shook your head and picked at your fingers, someone won’t come home from this.
“You’ll be attacking the target from a high altitude, level with the north wall. Gonna be a little harder to keep your lase on target, but you will avoid the high-G climb out.”
You saw Fanboy whisper something to Payback out of the corner of your eye, “We’ll be sitting ducks for enemy missiles…”
You sighed and spoke up, “Sir, if we couldn’t hit the target from right above it, how can we be so sure that we’d hit it from even further away even at reduced speed?” Cyclone opened his mouth but the simulator was activated.
An F-18 single was running the course. “Who the hell is that?” You smirked, there was only one person it could be.
“Maverick to Range Control. Entering Point Alpha. Confirm green range.” “Uh, Maverick, Range Control, uh, green range is confirmed. I don’t see an event scheduled for you, sir.” 
Everyone was sitting up in their seats. “Well, I’m going anyway.” You huffed out an amused laugh and sat on the edge of your seat.
“Setting time to target: two minutes 15 seconds.” “2:15, that’s impossible,” Payback said. You shook your head, catching the smug look on Hangman’s face. “Final attack point. Maverick’s inbound.” The simulation started and everyone was watching.
Hangman leaned back in his seat, waiting to watch his instructor fail at what he couldn’t even accomplish. Except you knew better, you found it a little humorous that Jake was so cocksure of himself.
The timer ran down and everyone was holding their breath. Maverick cleared the canyon and was approaching the pop up. “Popping in: three, two, one.” 
Hangman leaned forward in his seat, Rooster straightened and leaned on his knees, you were nearly out of your seat with a smile on your face.
You all watched him lock on the target. “Bombs away.” The clock continued to count down and you, along with a few others, stood all the way up.
As Mav climbed in G’s you watch the two missiles hit the target. “Bull’s-eye! Holy shit!” Fanboy said, high-fiving his pilot. “Yes,” Bob cheered in front of you.
*******
After the surprise rain and Maverick talking with Cyclone about stealing the plane, the three walked into the classroom.
“Aviators, after proving he could complete the course within the original parameters and in less time, Captain Mitchell has been appointed team leader for this mission,” Warlock explained. “You are dismissed, go home and get some rest. We leave tomorrow.”
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You came into the living room to see Neil on the couch, elbows on his knees and fists to his mouth. “Neil, baby, you okay?” He turned to you with red rimmed eyes and shaking shoulders as he sighed. You sat down and rubbed his back. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Omaha sniffled and ran a hand down his face, “I’m just nervous. For the mission.” “I am too, Baby. I am too. What’s makin’ you nervous?” 
Now, neither of you knew who was going on the mission and that made it even more worrying. “Just a bunch of ‘what if’s.” You brought a hand up to cup his face. “Talk to me, Honey.”
And just like that, he spilled every thought that had been running through his mind. Everything from: ‘what if he gets chosen and you don’t’ to ‘what if you get chosen and he doesn’t’ to ‘what if you’re both chosen’ to ‘what if neither of you are chosen’.
“I don’t want you to fly this mission… because I know that you will not hesitate to sacrifice yourself if it came down to it, especially if it were me or Bob. But I’m not gonna tell Maverick that you can’t be chosen, because you are a damn good pilot Y/N and I know how bad you want this.” 
You and Neil had always been honest with each other, you couldn’t afford to lie or keep secrets.
You nodded and pushed his hair out of his face, smiling as you spoke, “Thank you for telling me. But-” Without warning he surged forward and kissed you, like a desperate kiss. You kissed back, pouring your love into it.
“Promise me-” “Neil-” “Please, promise that you’ll come back to me…” You shuddered a little against him. 
You never verbally made promises to each other, knowing that tomorrow was never guaranteed. But now, with this mission that you were told from the beginning is expected to have casualties, he was breaking that unspoken rule. “Please…” You nodded, nudging his nose with yours, “Only if you promise…” He nodded, pecking your lips, “I promise.” You hummed, “I promise.”
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i know the title is a little weird, so it’s subject to change.
but i hope you enjoyed this part, i can’t give you an ETA on part 6 at the moment but i’ve started it.
but do you guys have any perdictions on the mission and what is gonna happen next? let me know! :D
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ivybird · 1 year
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It's always the quiet ones - Part two - You were right.
Paring: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.
Summary: You don’t mess with the Queen.
Word Count: 971
Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, guns, smoking, alcohol consumption, conversation of sexual assault, anger.
A/N: This one…this was hard to write hence why its a little shorter, but I’ve had this idea in my head for months and I’m a sucker for the “I saved her” trope. THIS SERIES IS 18+, MINORS DNI. Please comment, like, reblog and send me your feedback, it’ll be much appreciated. GIF isn’t mine! Thanks guys! I love you all.
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Three weeks. Three weeks Bucky had tracked her. Loki had been stationed at her favourite coffee house, Thor had been monitoring her cell and Sam had been strategically camping out outside of their home. Not a peep had been heard, no unusual activity, it was getting to the point where Bucky thought he imagined everything he saw in John’s house. Every time one of the prince’s had come back empty handed it took everything in his power to not shoot and scream at them to work harder. He knew something was wrong. He knew he had to save her, but from what he wasn’t sure.
That’s what lead him here. Alone in his office, a glass of bourbon sat neatly beside him, a lit cigarette tucked between his fingers and his head buried in his hands. He was going insane. There were papers strewn all over the mahogany, every detail about John, his past convictions, his work within the Mob, his parents, everything he could get his hands on. Then there were the papers about her. He learned she was charitable, kind, worked as a kindergarten teacher before Walker got his mitts all over her. She was as sweet as sugar-covered honey, a good girl who didn’t belong in this type of world. He was drowning in her and he didn’t want to come up for air.
A knock to the heavy door shoved him back into reality. “Come in”. His voice was so rough, it was like he hadn’t spoken in days. When there was no answer, just the click of the door, Bucky glanced up to see Sam crossing the threshold, Steve hot on his heels. “Please tell me you got somethin’, Sam”. Steve nudged his friend towards Bucky. “Yeah, uh. Last night, I was gonna call it quits ‘til I heard arguing”. Bucky straightened in his chair and took a long drag of his smoke. “It was muffled, but sounded like a normal tiff between lovers. That was until I heard screaming. It was piercing, Buck. If it was next to me, it woulda made my ears bleed. She was telling him no, begging him to stop whatever he was doing, but he just…. didn’t”.
Steve’s breathing was heavy behind Sam as Bucky stood and paced behind his desk. His hand scrubbed over his face, and he played with his beard. “Buck”. Steve’s call stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked his friend square in the eyes and Steve saw something in them he’d never seen before. Anger? Sadness? Pity? Guilt? He didn’t know…but it fucking scared him. “You were right, man”. A sound that rivalled something of a choked sob fell out of Bucky’s lips, his fingers gripped the back of his leather chair so hard they turned white. “We gotta do somethin’. I’m not leaving her there. We need to get her away from him”. Steve scoffed causing both men to glare at him. “What the hell are we gonna do, Bucky? Walk up to his front door and demand that he hands over his own fiancé?”. Bucky straightened and downed the rest of his drink. His friends eyed him warily, they’d never seen their king like this. “If that’s what it takes, Steve, yeah! I can’t leave her in that hell”.
They sat there for what felt like hours in silence, all three of them thinking of ways to get her out. The room smelt of smoke, whiskey, and cologne. There were bags under their eyes, their hair was mussed, their jackets were off, their sleeves rolled up. Bucky was about to tell them to go home, go to their families, but that’s when it hit him. In a week’s time his club was opening. “Guys. Fuck, I got it. Buchanan’s opens next week. I’ll find a way into Walker’s home, give him and Y/N the invitation personally as my guests…somehow through the night they get separated. If I can just get her alone and get her to tell me everything, I can take him down and get her away from him”.
His friends nodded but stayed quiet. After a few beats Steve leant forward slightly to draw Bucky’s attention. “You sure about this? You think it’ll work”. Bucky lit another smoke and nodded. “Course it will, Steve. Walker’s up my ass on a normal day, imagine what he’ll be like when the King invites him to his club opening as his guest”. Sam stood, picked up his jacket and made his way round to Bucky. “We’ll get her out, man. If this works, she’ll be safe, and you can take his head clean off”. Bucky looked up at Sam, his tired blue eyes searching Sam’s for any hint of doubt, but he couldn’t find any. “It’ll work. Go home, man. Your wife’s waiting for you. She’ll kill me if I keep you any longer”. That drew a chuckle from all three. “You too, Steve. Peg’ll shove a gun up my ass. Go”.
Bucky walked his friends to the door, them sharing jokes along the way about how their wives could put Bucky on his ass. They bid Sam goodbye, and stood at the threshold talking a while longer. “Get some sleep, Buck. You look like shit”. Bucky laughed, something he hadn’t done in weeks. “Wow, I love you too, Steve. Fuckin’ punk”. Steve climbed into his car and waved his friend goodbye. Bucky ate, showered, and dropped into bed. Tomorrow he was gonna give John that invitation. He was one step closer to getting her to safety…..and for the first time in weeks, Bucky slept, images of her filling his mind. This was going to turn into a war, but he didn’t care. She was the only thing that mattered.
He was the king and he’d be damned if anyone stood in his way.
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