[chronicallythicc]

She's not alone

please don't bully me here is the full first chapter? part one? idk? to She's not alone.

WARNINGS: death, vampires 💀

Edward Cullen x OFC Aroura.

Something was wrong. 

Very wrong.

Edward wasn’t on edge anymore.

 At least that’s what he felt when the smell of Bella's intoxicating blood faded. He felt like he was floating in the freezing air. The wind brought in the most heavenly feeling with the new smell he was overtaken by. When he first met Bella he was overwhelmed by the awful stench. The want, the NEED to suck it dry from her. But this essence was warm and inviting. It felt like he was breathing in pure oxygen for the first time in a long time. Like he was living and had a beating heart again. It felt like home. But he put it aside with much difficulty and held Bella behind him as he saw the two heads of red hair merge from the woods. The plan his coven and the wolves made were now out the window. Because now he knew Victoria wasn’t alone.

“She's not alone”

“She's not alone” 

That is all I heard from a crisp deep voice. The winds and falling snow fell silently on my ears as I locked eyes with a man I only knew by name.

Edward Cullen

I felt as if I could breathe again but only to have it sucked away, my body froze as I took in every detail I could.

The red hair softly moving with the cold air.

The golden eyes looking back into mine looking terrified.

The gentle subtle glimmer of his skin.

The almost invisible tint of red on his lips.

I moved my eyes over to see a small girl holding on to him with a death grip. Before I could move to rip her away I am pulled back into reality by Victorias yells.

“do it Aurora” she repeats through gritted teeth staring back at me. “Aurora” I read Edward’s lips he mumbled my name.

Without tearing my vision away from his, I mumble barely audible to human ears. “I can’t I won’t” 

My vision now looks up at the sky as the soft flakes fall on my frozen skin perfectly preserved. They don’t even have time to stick as I’m right back on my feet prancing onto Victoria, ripping at her hair and off Edward.  Edward is now up and back at the humans side much to my dismay.

 We tussle for a while and end in a stance against one another. 

“We both know ill end this if I need to. This is your chance to take your army and go. I want this over. I’ve changed my mind”

 I wanted Edward safe, It’s all I will ever want. What Victoria told me and the fear it held over me was long gone. Now she needed to be.

She growled at me and turned to jump off the mountain but it couldn’t be that easy.

“You won't get another chance like this again.

You want her. 

You want me to feel the pain you felt when I killed James when I tore him to pieces. 

when I turned him into ash when I turned him into nothing.” 

Before I could even look back into the perfect man's eyes I was met with raging red ones. She soared over me and back at the Cullen. The girl was pushed roughly back into a patch of trees by Edward.

I feel my heartache as I watch her grab at his head and lock her arms around his neck about to pull.

I pour my eyes into her figure “ stop “

Victoria comes to a grinding halt and whips her head to look at me with pure regret in her eyes. The thought of her even laying a finger on him makes my mind fill with images of her dying.

“Do it” her face drops as her hands go to her upper and lower jaw. Edward stares at both of us listening to the horrors happening in my mind come to life in front of him.

She lets out a piercing scream as she rips her skull into two right at the jaw.

We all sit still looking at her body before I smell a lighter lite. Her body is set in flames and I look back into his favorable eyes.

“Edward!” the sour-smelling girl yelps making me remember how addicting she smells. I sense him lightly cringe at my thoughts and her cries. 

“Something is wrong. Alice needs us to go. Now.”

He turns to grab the girl ready to run.

“Come with me please” he almost begs

“What?!” the girl shouts

“She won’t hurt us I know it”

I walk up to them taking in the details of him again and the smell of the human is overpowered by his. 

Once again I am pulled back into a dream when I feel him grab my wrist and pull me at max speed to others. Trying my best to keep up with him while it feels like fire is coming from his fingertips. But in comforting warmth like a fireplace on Christmas feeling. Like my blood is pumping all through me again with this simple touch.

I’d die before I'd let it stop.

[yellow-cat]

remember to be scared all day so youre not caught off guard when it happens

[ogata-apologist]

them: you better not be that cunty xenomorph monster high doll when i get there

me:

[acecroft]

BLADE RUNNER 2049 (2017) dir. Denis Villeneuve

[dearwalker]

Joseph Quinn as Johnny Storm

Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025)

[sloppjockey]

adogisadogisadogisadogisadog. gouache painting on paper 2019

[charnel-grounds]

Marian Wawrzeniecki (1863–1943), “The old truth lies in books”

oil on canvas, 1910

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[charnel-grounds]

Stephen Mackey (b. 1966), “Books and Spells”

oil on panel, 2023

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[vivianfiles]

curiosity killed the hangman || bob floyd

or otherwise known as, pt. 2 to thanks to hangman (due to popular request hehe)

includes: smut 18+, fem!reader, exhibitionism, oral (f. receiving), p in v, creampie.

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hangman thought he was going insane.

he had to be. because there was no way he just spent the entire night listening to his next door hallway neighbor bob going to pound town.

and he meant pound town in the very essence of the term. from the creaking bed, to the grunts and moans, and worst of all, the high-pitched cries of the unsuspecting wso’s name echoing through the thin walls.

but a question lingered in jake’s mind that following morning:

who was the person with bob?

that was what he was thinking of during the routine debrief. the squad very quickly noticed the lack of snarky remarks from hangman, especially the ones he tailored specifically towards bob.

you sat next to bob, hiding a devilish smirk from the blond pilot. you could practically see the gears shifting in his brain, trying to piece together the mystery of last night’s encounter.

it wasn’t until friday night that same week.

the team was gathered in their usual spot, the hard deck. the music was pumping, people were laughing, beers were flowing, and the pool games just kept on rolling.

hangman was still peculiarly quiet—though he played it off as ‘focusing on the game’. phoenix and payback took every opportunity to poke fun at the brooding man.

you were perched on a bar stool between bob and rooster, the three of you chatting as normal. you snuck glances at jake, finding great pleasure in his abysmal confusion.

suddenly, you felt something icy cold splash over the expanse of your lap. your instincts kicked in and you were on your feet in seconds, shrieking a loud, “bob!”

in between rushed apologies from the bespectacled fellow, the obnoxious snickering from rooster, and the concerned eyes from phoenix and fanboy—hangman froze.

he knew that voice. the tone of it, to be more specific. that shrill sound was engraved in his memory by now.

so while bob sheepishly dried the beer off of you with a napkin, hangman was staring at the two of you, his gaze piercing as it all started coming together.

you met his eyes and it clicked. he knew. you knew. but he didn’t know that you knew he knew. you concealed a smile.

phase 2 of your plan was ready to launch.

over the following weeks, you perfectly plotted subtle advances towards bob so that jake would notice. small stuff—your hand grazing over bob’s thigh during debriefs, sitting a little too close at the bar so that your knees constantly bumped together, fixing his hair after a flight and letting your hand linger longer than necessary. minor actions that would drive hangman crazy because you knew he needed evidence.

he couldn’t just go up to the rest of the crew and tell them about how bob fucked you stupid just a few meters away from his quarters without proof; they’d call him a deranged idiot.

he needed something concrete. something tangible.

so the night he “caught” you whispering into bob’s ear about how you had accidentally left your thong in his room—earning you a pretty flushed look from bob, who hurriedly waved it off as the effects of the alcohol—jake knew he had the perfect opportunity.

he rushed back to the living quarters before anyone else, making his way to the end of the hall where bob’s room was in quick strides. he snuck in stealthily and looked around for the incriminating garment.

his eyes finally zeroed in on the lacy underwear, laying there innocently by the foot of the bed.

he picked it up with a victorious smile. but it didn’t last long. his ears picked up on the sound of footsteps and he instantly ducked under the bed.

the door flew open and hangman was unfortunately subject to the sounds of wet kissing and clothes shuffling.

“i’ve been thinking about you all night,” he heard bob’s breathless voice.

“me too, bobby, need you so bad.” that was, without a doubt, your voice. hangman wanted to celebrate. he won! …but at what cost?

he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him the more he listened to the two of you. he closed his eyes and cursed the karmic forces in the universe. you, on the other hand, were basking in the satisfaction. you weren’t an idiot, you knew he was in the room—the imprint of his boots on the carpeted floor was telling enough. poor bob, though, was too horny to notice.

“wanna taste this pussy,” bob murmured hungrily. he looked so hot when he was desperate.

you pulled him closer to you, “please, i miss the way your tongue felt on me.”

bob practically ripped the clothes off your body. he held one of your legs up to rest on his shoulders as he trailed his kisses downward, each one leading him closer to his desired destination.

he could smell your arousal, the sweet and heady scent he cherished and craved. he licked you through your underwear and you let out a trembling whimper.

bob groaned, “you’re already this wet for me?”

you nodded eagerly, “mhm… so ready for you.”

he let out a barely-contained moan before pulling your panties aside and licking a long stripe from the bottom of your folds to your sensitive little nub.

you melted into the mattress, letting out a deep sigh of relief. one of your hands found purchase between his sandy locks, tugging at the roots—urging him closer to your heat.

“tastes so good,” you heard his muffled voice. your thighs squeezed around his head in response. he continued licking you up, the rich slick gathering on his tongue before he spread it all over your folds in a messy manner that only made your hole clench around nothing.

you let out a high-pitched moan when bob’s tongue tentatively kitten licked around the rim of your entrance. he smiled against your core, knowing he hit the jackpot. his tongue dove into you, going as far in as he could reach without suffocating—though he wouldn’t mind that at all if the request fell from your pretty, pleading lips.

bob had you seeing stars. your mouth fell open and you let out the most addicting string of sounds he had ever heard in his life—hangman would’ve argued the same too if he wasn’t busy hatching an escape plan.

bob pulled away for just a moment to gasp out, “need to feel you cum on my tongue, princess. please,” before he jumped back in with a stronger fervor.

you nodded dumbly even though he couldn’t see, “yes, bobby, i’m so close…” your walls pulsed around his tongue, every now and then clamping down on his wet muscle and eliciting a deep groan from the wso.

he pinned your hips down as you started bucking up into his mouth, his arched nose bumping into your clit so perfectly, the timing of it, with the passion of his tongue, only had you gripping the sheets tighter and crying out louder.

“bob, i-i’m gonna—“ and then you were sent off into another dimension; the high had you gasping for air—your head dizzy with the force of it. bob guided you through it, licking you up so dutifully, giving you all the attention in all the right places.

bob was breathing heavily as he pulled away. the sight of him so wrecked just from that—his cobalt eyes a little dazed, spit and drool covering his chin (mixed in with your essence to the point you couldn’t tell each fluid apart), his tongue sticking out and greedily licking it all off before moaning so sinfully at the taste—fuck, it had your cunt weeping.

“did i do a good job?” he asked in delirium. oh bob, always so rabid to please.

you gently held the side of his face and swiped your thumb across the apple of his cheek. you smiled and nodded, “you did amazing, bobby.”

those ocean eyes lit up like the sky on the 4th of july and your heart thumped.

you bit your lip, calculating your next move, remembering you had an audience that needed to be humbled.

“want you to fuck me, bobby.”

he didn’t need to be told twice. he quickly fumbled into the pocket of his pants, attempting to fish out a condom when the plastic fell and landed just a few inches away from hangman.

jake’s eyes widened. his heart stopped beating for a second.

bob let out a small grunt in frustration before bending down to retrieve it. he would surely spot his crew mate under the bed, oh this is going to end terribly, isn’t it? just one look and—

“let’s go without the condom, baby.”

hangman couldn’t even release a sigh of relief but he did so mentally. bob had just stopped short from locking eyes with him when he heard your melodic voice calling him back to you.

bob straightened up with the cutest confused face you had ever seen. your heart couldn’t handle it sometimes! you leaned in and showered his face with kisses as he asked, “are you sure? don’t you wanna be safe?”

you planted one last kiss on his mouth before pulling away and replying, “wanna feel all of you, bobby. it felt so good the first time.”

and with that logic, how could he resist? bob made a mental note to get you a plan b from the infirmary tomorrow morning. he stuffed that thought away just as he pinned you down on the bed.

he took out his poor, leaky cock out from the constraints of his garments. you couldn’t help but pout at the scene. “did you get all worked up from eating me out, baby?”

bob nodded pathetically, “always get worked up from you.”

he aligned himself with your entrance and slowly eased in. the air was pulled out of you, you gripped onto his shoulders as his cock pushed past your tight walls, and your eyes fluttered shut.

you whimpered, “feels so big…”

hangman rolled his eyes, how big could he possibly—

you let out a sharp cry, “ah! too big, won’t fit!”

jake closed his mouth.

bob was shaking with a mixture of excitement and the sheer amount of self control he was holding back. he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was getting increasingly challenging to ignore the tempting call of just plowing into you before ever bottoming out.

“i-it’ll fit, princess. it fit the first time, i can do it again.”

you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as the pain slowly subsided. you both let out a relieved sigh when he bottomed out. he adjusted his hold on your hips before thrusting into you.

that was the start of the many moans and cries that left your drooling mouth.

also the start of prayers and wishful thinking that hangman held onto in the midst of his suffering (and raging hard-on). his head was throbbing so hard he felt like it was going to crack open in half. if he was being honest, he wanted to cry. far were the days he lived in blissful ignorance, when the matter of whom bob fucked was a perfect mystery. he had only himself to blame for opening up pandora’s box. oh naive, stupid, stupid jake.

a strangled whine snapped him out of his contemplative escape. no matter how many times you had sex with bob, it always felt like he was fucking a virgin with how tight your walls felt—or maybe it was the other way around; he was just so huge.

bob buried his face in your neck as he continued to pump his aching dick in and out of you. in the midst of your hazy pleasure, you pretended not to notice hangman’s creeping silhouette as he quietly snuck out the room, or the fact that he dropped your thong on the way out.

you smiled. he heard enough. and you’re positive he’s gonna make a fool out of himself with the rest of the squad.

you were pulled back in when bob hit that spongy spot inside of you, earning him a gratifying moan in return. your fingernails dug into his pale back, sure to leave abstract line art that he will wear proudly because it’s yours.

“you feel so good, sweetheart. don’t think i-i’m gonna last much longer,” bob told you.

you were already so sensitive from the way he ravaged on your pussy so you weren’t holding up any better than he was. “me too, bobby. can we cum together?”

bob felt like he could’ve released just from those sweet words, but he steeled himself and nodded. “i’d love that, pretty. more than anything, actually.”

that nickname again. you smiled.

he picked up his speed, thrusting harshly to bring the both of you to that promising peak. the walls of his room echoed the moans and grunts you two sang, the reverberating sound of skin slapping on skin; that distinct wet melody that had you both edging closer together.

and finally, with a cry of each other’s name, the two of you were propelled into your shared climax. bob rested his forehead against yours, trying to ground himself in the moment before he lost control and fucked you both into overstimulation. your heat squeezed around his cock, milking the cum out of him as it filled you up in thick spurts. a lewd white ring coated the base of bob’s girthy dick, a symbol of your union.

despite the crudeness of it all, there was a bright smile tugging on your wobbly lips, mirrored on each other’s flushed face. sex with bob always felt so light—regardless of how intense it was. it felt playful and safe, an exploration of one other in the most intimate and tender ways, even if you two got filthy with it.

as bob pulled out and caught his breath, his eyes caught the sight of your thong by the door. “was that always there?” he asked, perplexed.

you let out a huff of air, “do you really wanna know?”

he tilted his head, an adorable expression of confusion and curiosity on his face.

oh boy.

written by vivianfiles

[the-shedevil-writes]

Country Girl (Shake It For Me) (Bob Floyd x Reader)

PAIRING: Bob Floyd x Reader DESCRIPTION: After admitting to everyone that you wanted to learn how to country line dance, Hangman decides to help teach you. When the Dagger Squad goes to a local country bar to show off your newfound moves, your timid but supportive boyfriend, Bob Floyd, gets a hell of a show. WORD COUNT: 3.8k WARNINGS: Swearing, Suggestive but no smut, Cowboy hat rule, Sexy dancing hehe NOTES: I've never written Y/N or reader fanfic before so this is a first attempt. (I just used a name and then edited after). MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3!

It all started that night at The Hard Deck. A few months after the uranium mine strike, the Dagger Squad, now including honorary Dagger Y/N, sat around a beach campfire outside the bar. The night sky was filled with stars that blanketed over the group. And the cool North Island sea breeze ran straight through them, but that’s what the fire was for. 

She listened with genuine interest. They were on the subject of bucket lists, and she observed as they went around sharing ideas. She adjusted in her uncomfortable lawn chair and stretched a little, capturing the attention of her boyfriend, Bob Floyd. 

“You okay? Wanna switch chairs?” He asked, always so attentive. He was sitting in a sturdier wooden chair that didn’t slip in the sand as much as hers did. And of course, he noticed. Bob noticed everything that would appear so insignificant to anybody else. Every minor detail. That’s probably what made him a great WSO. He could take note of multiple screens and all the differing information needed for the jet to operate. 

They’d been dating for over four months now, and she felt like she was truly and properly falling in love with this man. She hadn’t wanted to rush things… but with a man like that? It was hard not to.

She shook her head. “No, I’m alright. Thank you, though.” She said, smiling, as she reached out and squeezed his hand.

“Oh. I’d love to hike a bunch of the famous mountains. Everest. Fuji. Rainier.” Rooster explained.

“Do you know how much training you gotta go through to do Everest?” Phoenix asked with raised brows, looking skeptical. Then she busted out into a grin. “I do. Took me a year of training.” She took a sip of her beer and made an L with her other hand.

Rooster rolled his eyes. “Okay, stay humble.”

“I wanna travel across South America-” Hangman said.

“Because they have the best chicks there.” Fanboy finished.

“Look, I wasn’t gonna say-” The blonde responded with a shit-eating grin, raising his hands. “But bingo.”

Phoenix and Rooster rolled their eyes. 

She and Hangman had had a rocky start to their friendship. She had despised him at first. He was cocky, arrogant and every other synonym for annoying. She couldn’t stand his flirts and quips… Especially knowing that he left Bob and Phoenix in the dust, beginning of training. But then she got to know him. And when you actually became his friend, he’d slowly let down the facade. Yeah, he was still a smug son of a bitch. But he becomes fun, caring, and as much as he’d protest, selfless. 

“How ‘bout you, Bob?” Rooster asked, switching the conversation. 

She was leaned over the arm of his chair. She looked up at him, wondering what his answer was. He looked down at her, smiled softly, then looked up at the rest.

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I just wanna have that American dream, you know? With the house and- and the kids, and the dog.” He stammered through the middle part, clearly trying to brush over the obvious. It was way too early in their relationship to have a serious conversation about it. But it made her heart flutter anyway.

“Isn’t that everybody’s goal, though? Does that count?” Payback asked

Hangman scoffed, “Sure ain’t mine.” He said, sipping his beer. 

Phoenix’s eyes squinted at Y/N, observing her. “You’ve been awfully quiet over there. What’s on your bucket list?”

A blush immediately covered her face. She smiled bashfully and kicked her feet into the sand. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid.” 

Hangman leaned in, “Well, now you have to tell us.”

“But all of your guys’ goals were so cool! I’m gonna look dumb.”

Bob squeezed her hand, “You won’t look dumb.” He reassured.

Rooster put his hands up. “Hey, Phoenix has been making me look dumb all night, so if anything, you’ll at least be above me.” 

“See, you’re right, Rooster. You do look dumb.” Phoenix quipped. He looked around like he had just been shot. She nodded reassuringly,  “Come on, just tell us.”

She sighed, and a pursed smile came up as she glanced away, embarrassed. “I-I wanna country line dance.” She admitted in a small voice.

There was a small silence before a few laughs finally sputtered out. She covered her blushing face. “Don’t laugh at me!” She squealed, though she was also laughing.

Hangman’s head had perked up at her answer, “But didn’t you say you’re from Alabama?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, but I was never really in that crowd. Like, I never went to the rodeos or the country bars. Hell, I was outta there by eighteen.” 

There was a short stillness as people thought about what to say, but Hangman looked her dead in the eye. “Let’s do it.” 

Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You’re looking at a red-blooded Texan. Let’s do it. I’ll teach you to line dance.” Hangman said, which made Rooster laugh. “What’s so funny?”

Rooster, coming down from his initial cackle, sighed, “Nothing. Nothing. Just the image of you in a little cowboy hat and holster flashed in my mind-” He broke again, which made everybody else burst out laughing. 

She looked at him and smiled. “Okay, Seresin. Let’s check it off my bucket list.”

She and Hangman started practicing before nights at The Hard Deck. She felt awkward and clumsy, but he was a decent teacher. It was clear he had done this before and had a couple of dances still memorized. 

She picked up the steps by themselves pretty easily. When Bob would stay over at her house, he’d come and find her doing a grape vine in the kitchen. Or trying to do a triple step when she had a moment alone. He found it cute, and he’d try not to startle her. Because the second she saw him, she’d stop, feeling embarrassed. The problem was combining them all and remembering how they went, which she found difficult. 

One night, she laid on the couch with Bob. Well, she laid practically and completely on top of him. Her chin sat on the top of her hands while they rested on his chest. So when he spoke, the vibrations would send up her face. He craned his neck down to look at her.

“So, when do I get to see these dance moves, huh?” He asked gently, reaching up and brushing some stray hairs out of her face.

“Hangman and I are planning an outing where we all go check out this country bar downtown.” She said with a hint of excitement in her voice.

Then she suddenly remembered. “OH!” Her eyes widened, and she hopped off of him. He sighed, missing the comforting weight of her body.

“What’s up?” He called out, sitting up, looking around for her. 

“I told my mama about the line dancing and…” She echoed from her bedroom.

After a second, she stepped out in a pair of brown cowboy boots and an alabaster cowboy hat. It looked… a little ridiculous paired with her pajama shorts and tank top. But the smile that grew on Bob’s face was genuine. “Ta da! She sent me these.”

He chuckled. “Well, look at you.” 

“They’re my old ones from high school.” She gestured to the boots. “I’m surprised they still fit and aren’t falling to pieces, honestly.”

Bob got off the couch and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her lower back and then gently lifted the lid of her cowboy hat. “You know, I’ve never met a real-life cowgirl before.” He said with a lilt in his tone.

“That’s right, Lemoore.” She teased, knowing he grew up in California. “I’m having so much fun. Reminds me of home.” 

They both knew that she had been homesick lately. It was just part of the work they both did. Being a pilot and being a medic, hopping from place to place was normal. But she had been in a lot of rural states so far. San Diego felt like her first real city, and it was so different from the small town smack dab in the middle of Alabama. They felt like polar opposites. 

“That’s good,” Bob said, his voice gentle. “I’m glad.” He rested his hand on the side of her face and brushed his thumb against her cheek.

It would be a lie to say that Bob wasn’t slightly nervous about her taking dancing lessons from Hangman of all people. He was cool and suave… though granted, also an asshole. But at the end of the day, he trusted her. He knew that she’d always come back home to him, excited to cling to him while watching a movie. (Inevitably always falling asleep in his lap).  Plus, Jake had left all that flirting behind once they came out about their relationship. So really, he had nothing to worry about.

It was just the comparisons in his brain that got to him sometimes. Why would she choose him? Out of all his objectively ripped and smooth squad buddies, why him? Bob with the Navy prescriptive glasses, and an utter lack of romantic experience at 30.

But then she kissed him, breaking him out of his thoughts. His mind always emptied when she did that. It was like he’d short-circuit, and all the logic in his brain would go out the door. There was no way to think when all he could smell was her mango shampoo, and all he could taste was her cherry chapstick.

“You sleeping over tonight?” She asked, looking up at him, cowboy hat still on.

He nodded, anxieties gone. “I’d like that.” He said breathlessly.

The next week passed, and finally, the group walked up to Brass & Boots, a country bar not too far from the base. It was a smaller group today. Just Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, and of course Y/N, who was practically jumping with excitement as she held Bob’s hand. She was wearing a small gingham top with a pair of boot-cut jeans that hugged her curves just right. Of course, with the white cowboy hat and the boots her mother sent. 

Bob was already having a hard time not staring at those jeans. He was used to seeing her in loose denim shorts or scrubs. The pants fit her like a second skin, and if he looked at them too long, his heart would literally stop.

“You excited to check something off your bucket list?” Rooster asked

She nodded with a big smile. “Incredibly so.”

“You guys won’t wanna miss it.” Jake said with a smirk, “She’s good.” 

“Figured that as much. We all see her dancing circles around us at Hard Deck already.” Phoenix added, making her blush. 

As they walked up the wooden steps of the place, they took in the atmosphere. It was definitely country-inspired. The building itself was dark-stained wood, giving it a cabin-like look. A few benches sat on the porch outside, and trinkets and tchotchkes lined the walls. The sound of a slow classic country song boomed from a speaker inside. 

“So uh- how does this all work?” Bob asked curiously before they stepped inside. 

Hangman turned to look at him. “Well, it’s just like Hard Deck. Only the dance floor is for people who are learning the dance or already know it. But it’s not like you guys are very eager to dance at Hard Deck anyway.”

Bob nodded. Y/N and sometimes Rooster were the only people to dance at Hard Deck. Usually, Bob would join her, but he also spent a lot of his time with the squadron playing pool on the sidelines. 

It seemed like he’d just be watching tonight. But he didn’t mind- watching her dance was one of his favorite things to do. So the prospect of the night already sounded fantastic.

They walked into the bar, and it wasn’t too crowded. A country dive bar in the city wasn’t going to be. Her eyes lit up, taking in the scenery. Even though her upbringing wasn’t on a ranch or a shooting range, she took comfort in seeing the rustic decor. A wagon wheel hung above near the bar, holding lights. The Texas flag hung right next to the California one, and the whole inner walls had state license plates stuck in rows. Neon signs of cowboys and bulls lit the dance floor, which had a few older people dancing. This was just what she needed to be reminded of home. 

The group all found a table close enough to the dance floor and the bar, so both were within reach. Right as they were all sitting down, the familiar guitar strums of Any Man of Mine by Shania Twain played. Hangman and Y/N froze and looked at each other with growing smiles. 

Hangman stood back up and looked down at the group. “First dance of the night, ya’ll ready?” He asked, not even waiting for an answer before heading to the dance floor with Y/N following. 

It was the first dance that Jake had taught her. It was simple enough, slow enough, and she loved the song. That was a big proponent. 

As the verse finally started, they started the steps. Jake was… way too good at this. Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob watched with wide eyes.

“You’re telling me that Hangman could dance this whole time?” Phoenix asked

“Well, I don’t think he’s exactly in the mood to look this dorky at Hard Deck.” Roosted chuckled.

But Bob wasn’t even focused on Jake. He watched as his girlfriend followed the steps, sometimes looking at Hangman for reminders. But as the chorus started to hit, she looked over at Bob with an excited smile that melted his heart. She was so cute, and honestly, outdancing most of the older people in the bar. The steps felt much more natural during the chorus. So she wasn’t just simply kicking, jumping, and moving her feet; she was adding energy and variation to how she did the moves. She gave more effort than the older men and women who surrounded her. Patrons around the squad watched the two, the newcomers who were blowing this out of the water. Her enthusiasm alone could’ve carried her through the performance. 

“WOOO!” Bob yelled out, clapping his hands. 

When she heard him over the music, she burst out laughing and fell behind slightly before catching up to Hangman next to her. 

As the song came to an end, Phoenix, Bob, and Rooster were the loudest cheerers. Jake and Y/N walked back a little out of breath.

“I’m requesting this song at Hard Deck next time,” Rooster said

“I’ll kill you,” Jake replied before holding his hand out for her to high-five him. “Bucket list item achieved.”

She high-fived him and ran over to tackle Bob in a hug. “What’d you think? Did I do good?” She asked, pulling away, revealing the big grin on her face.

“Better than good, baby. Jesus Christ.” He replied, laughing, shaking his head a little in disbelief. “You look like you’ve done this your whole life.” 

“Well, just you wait- there’s more.” She said with a mischievous smile on her face. 

Jake nodded, overhearing as he sipped his beer. “Oh yeah. Your girl’s a quick learner, Floyd. We learned a few.” 

And that they had. Throughout the night, anytime a song they had learned played, her and Hangman would immediately get up to run to the dance floor. Even if they were in the middle of talking, one of them would point to the ceiling and tilt their head with a smirk. 

What Bob felt best about was that anytime a guy would try to get too close to her, Jake would quickly spin and put himself between them on the floor. If you had told him a few months ago that he would be grateful for Jake Seresin, he wouldn’t have believed it. With her on the floor, of course, she captured almost every guy in the room’s attention. That anxiety in him picked up a little, but every time he’d see her twirl and look at him with a proud smile, it would calm down.

It reached a later point in the night, and they all sat around the table, drinking and laughing. Bob loved having Y/N sitting right next to him, happily singing along to the music she grew up with. 

“Hangman, where’d you learn how to do all this?” Phoenix asked curiously

He shrugged, “Mom made me learn growing up. Family events and gatherings. She even had me in lessons for a few years.”

“That explains it,” Rooster said, nodding. “It’s weird seeing you excel at something that isn’t pissing me off.” 

He shrugged again, then some notes on the electric guitar made Y/N’s head perk up. Bob noticed with a small smile.

“What? Another song from growing up?” He asked 

She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Watch this one.” Before getting up and heading to the dance floor. 

He had technically watched every dance she did, but something about the way she said it piqued his curiosity. Jake’s eyes widened as he recognized the song and watched her walk over to the dance floor. 

“Guys, I have a feeling we’re gonna want a better view,” Jake said, getting up and leading everyone to stand by the bar. Bob’s brows furrowed, but he followed him. 

The intro of Country Girl (Shake It For Me) by Luke Bryan played. She stomped her feet to the beat, anticipating the dance.

“You’re not gonna join her in this one?” Phoenix asked, looking up at Hangman.

“Uhhhh. That’s gonna be a no.” He said ominously.

As the verse of the song started, it was already clear why. The dance was a lot more feminine as she started strutting down the dance floor, her hair flowing with her. It started out innocently enough, with a few heel kicks and stomps. She already had Bob’s full attention from just that. But then she started moving looser and swaying her hips, and all the blood rushed to Bob’s face. He couldn’t hide his stare as she leaned over, shaking her thighs. 

Rooster’s eyes widened in a protective anger. “Jake, you taught her this?!” He asked. 

The four of them just stared. Rooster worried. Jake surprised. Phoenix impressed. And Bob trying not to pass out. 

“No- I uh- I think she taught herself this one. Cause I definitely didn’t teach her how to do-” Jake started.

Just then, she just did what the song said to do. Shake it. The denim hugged her body, but it wasn’t stiff and let her move in tantalizing ways that they had never seen her do before. 

“That.” He said

 Her hips and ass moving like that? In those jeans? With her hair flowing, and her top that low cut? Bob was mesmerized. His jaw dropped slightly as his face glowed pink. He always found her sexy, don’t get him wrong, but he didn’t anticipate country line dancing night to be this life-changing. 

She took her hat off for a second and waved it in the air as she turned slowly, arching her back, adding a flare to the dance. And it wasn’t like the dance was incredibly slow and sensual. No, she was rocking her body to the fast beat. Which made this an intense experience for timid Bob. 

Bob swallowed- suddenly, the bar felt sweltering hot, and the collar of his T-shirt felt like it was choking him. The once loud and cheering Bob was reduced to a silent, bashful man who didn’t know what to do with himself. It was like he was seeing her for the first time again, but times that feeling by a million.

Rooster and Hangman looked over and stifled their laughs at Bob’s reaction. They didn’t want him to notice as Rooster sneakily pulled out his phone and hit record. At first, the camera was set on her as she danced to the chorus.

“Country girl, shake it for me, girl. Shake it for me, girl. Shake it for me.”

Then they panned to Bob, who swallowed nervously like a cartoon character. And that made Rooster and Hangman absolutely lose it, breaking Bob’s attention as he noticed the camera. He widened his eyes.

“GUYS!” He cried exasperated.

But Rooster and Hangman were holding onto each other, laughing. Bob returned his attention to his girlfriend with a little more self-consciousness. 

Even though she was putting on the performance of a lifetime, it was clear she was having fun. To Bob, she outshone all the girls there, but she was also talking and laughing with a few of the other girls next to her as they danced in sync. She was having so much fun, and he was glad to see her so happy.

She ended the song on a spin and clapped with all the other girls on the dance floor. Then she ran over to Bob, just like she had done after all the other dances. 

“So, did you like it?” She asked, out of breath, with her hands on her hips.

Bob didn’t even know what to say. 

“Where’d you learn that one?” Jake asked, completely shocked.

“Online!” She said chipper. She looked at Bob’s starstruck expression and giggled. “You okay, baby?” 

He nodded with wide eyes, then dragged his hands down his face. “Y-yeah-yeah- Just… wow. Just wow.” He stammered.

“I think he’s more than okay.” Rooster chuckled, moving to order a drink at the bar with Phoenix. 

She moved in closer, proud of herself for making Bob this much of a mess. She put one arm on his shoulder, then took off her hat, and placed it on his head.

“Uh, Y/N-” Hangman started, “You do know about the-”

“The cowboy hat rule? Yes. Yes, I do.” She nodded proudly, not taking her eyes off Bob. God, he looked really good in that hat. It fit his face perfectly, and she was starting to get closer to how Bob was feeling just from that. 

Hangman shook his head with a smirk. “Good luck, buddy.” He huffed, patting Bob’s back and walking towards the rest of their group.

He looked around confused. So much was going on while his whole body felt like it had been lit on fire. 

“Cowboy hat rule? What’s the cowboy hat rule?” He asked, confused.

“Well…” She said, “If you put a hat on someone else, it means you want to go home with them.” She said, then leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You know, save a horse ride a cowgirl?” 

The surprise on Bob’s face was comical. He nodded quickly, “Yeah, I think I like that rule.” He said, making her laugh.

“You’re so cute.” She teased before leaning in and kissing him in front of everybody there. 

Bob’s anxieties were completely buried. He felt a newfound confidence that the hottest woman in the bar had claimed him as hers. He wrapped his arms around her and didn’t have a care in the world. Screw all the other guys. She chose him. 

[the-shedevil-writes]

Victoria's Secret (Bob Floyd x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: After a teasing comment from Hangman plants the idea, you drag a flustered Bob into Victoria’s Secret, delighted, while he’s blushing every shade of red. But once you’re back home and slipping into the set he picked out, things heat up fast. WORD COUNT: 4.6k WARNINGS: SMUT. P in V. Praise kink. Lingerie (duh). But also very fluffy. Domestic fluff. Making out. Bob's a little desperate/worships. NOTES: This is technically a part 2 to Build-A-Bear but you don't need to read that to understand this one.

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When did the Dagger Squad not tease Bob? Especially now that he was bringing his girlfriend around. He always looked much more put together fashion-wise when she was on his arm, and it was impossible not to tease him for it. After a day at the mall where Bob got to pick some outfits for her, he found himself in even newer territory. 

Hangman lined his shot up, clearly his turn. “Take the man to Victoria’s Secret next.” Rooster smacked him upright the head. “WHAT? I’m just saying. Every guy loves that.”

Y/n gasped with a smile, “Wait! That’s genius.”

Bob choked and coughed in shock, making the group laugh again. 

“You’re welcome,” Hangman smirked, shooting the ball.

She looked over at Bob with a mischievous smile. Leaning in, she whispered, “You’re off tomorrow, right?”

Once they got home, it was all she could talk about. They planned to go back to the mall the next day. And as they got ready for bed, she casually mentioned it a few times just to see his face go bright red. 

She got into bed in her typical bedwear- an oversized yellow shirt of Bob’s that she had stolen and a pair of plain black underwear. Honestly, she wasn’t much of a Victoria’s Secret girl. It was expensive for no good reason, and it’s not like it was going to get much use… But that was before dating Bob. Now there was somebody who could appreciate it- probably more than her. 

Bob got under the covers and looked over at her with a smile, excited to cuddle for the night. She scooched over to him and cupped his face for a kiss. He hummed a little surprised, but gratefully put his arms around her waist. 

But as he thought that she’d pull away, she instead pushed her lips forward as she started moving towards him more. She threw her leg over his hip as he sat with his back against the headboard. He sighed heavily within the kiss. It was a relief that they were finally home and alone after a long day at the mall, then The Hard Deck. 

“Mmm… you excited for tomorrow?” She asked 

“What’s tomorrow, baby?” He asked, confused. Did he forget something? A birthday? Anniversary? He was usually good at that, but now he looked up at her a little horrified.

“You get to pick some stuff at the store for me.” She said with a giggle.

He blinked and exhaled shakily. He nodded. “If-if you’re serious about doing it, then yeah. Yeah, we can go to uh- Victoria’s Secret.”

“You’re too cute.” She said, leaning in to kiss him again, pressing herself down on his boxer briefs.

He groaned at the pressure against him. The thought of it was incredibly hot, even though it was nerve-wracking all the same. He ran his hands up her spread legs and cupped her ass under his shirt. God, he was allowed to do this. She looked down at him wearing HIS shirt. He moved his hands to her hips and hooked his thumb under the bands of her current pair of underwear. The shirt bunched up so he could see her in all her glory. 

“These work very well too.” He chuckled

She smiled down at him with her messy hair, and he felt like he could die happy right then and there. 

“Mmmm… do they now?” 

He nodded, running his fingers back to her ass and squeezing. “Maybe I oughta appreciate them a little more.” 

He leaned up this time so he could kiss her and run his hands all over her back. As sexy as the idea of lingerie was, he didn’t know if anything could beat her in his shirt.

The next day, Y/n came out of the bedroom dressed in simple shorts and a white tank top. She needed something easy to change in and out of. She walked into the kitchen to find Bob dressed and cooking a quick lunch. Just some simple grilled cheeses before they headed out. He smiled at her and chuckled as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso. Her cheek pressed against his back. He very carefully stepped back slightly so her arms weren’t near the stove.

“You ready?” He asked flipping the current sandwich.

She nodded against his shirt and when she laughed, he could feel the vibrations through his spine. “I think the question is if you’re ready.”

He put the sandwich on the plate once it was crispy and he held it out behind him. He was so used to these sorts of antics from her. She let go of his torso so she could hold onto the plate, then leaned back against the nearby cabinets.

Shaking his head with a defeated blink, he chuckled. “No. I’m not. I have no idea what we’re looking at.” He admitted, “I was already struggling just picking out a shirt for you last time, never mind… You know.”

“Oh, I know.” She said, smirking and taking a bite. “Thank you, baby. Tastes good.”

He smiled a little to himself as he started preparing his own sandwich. As nervous as he was, her confidence was very reassuring. At the very least, she could pick out something that she felt good in and he’d do his usual- following her around the store, confused.

“We’re gonna have so much fun.” She said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Getting to the mall, Bob’s hands were already sweaty. He wiped them on his jeans before taking hold of Y/n’s hand.

“I-I’m just gonna follow you around in there, okay? I don’t wanna seem like a creep in Victoria’s Secret.”

Her laugh was so loud and it made her head throw back. “Okay, so start pushing you away from me, got it.”

“Please don’t.”

She giggled and squeezed his hand as they walked through the pathway of the mall. It wasn’t nearly as busy as the day before, making it a slow Sunday afternoon. That reassured Bob a little bit. There wouldn’t be so many people knowing… exactly what they were doing. 

“Is this not weird?” He asked suddenly thinking about it.

“No. Girls make their boyfriends go shopping with them all the time.” She said confidently before looking back up to see his nervous face, “Trust me. You won’t be the only guy in the store. Maybe like… one of two.”

“Very reassuring.” He said sarcastically

They walked up to the pink-striped store, and she strolled in as if it was normal. It was normal. It was just a store. If Bob happened to roll through any other day, he wouldn’t think anything of it. But it was the fact that he was shopping for her. It was the fact that he was shopping for something that he was going to see her in later that made him blush. 

She led him through the aisles and mannequins. Bob was just more surprised by how loud the house music played. It made it so he could barely hear his thoughts. And the spaces within the store were somewhat difficult to walk through, especially at his height and stature. He felt awkward, not because of the bras hanging around, but because he felt like he was taking up too much space. He liked being invisible, and this was a moment where he didn’t feel like his usual fly on the wall. 

They walked up to one of the back walls that had the sets very nicely displayed down. She looked at them and let go of Bob’s hand so she could feel the material of a black lace bodysuit. It was almost completely see-through and rode up high.

His mouth was slightly ajar, and his brows were up as he suddenly didn’t know how to exist. The images in his head of her wearing something like that didn’t help. 

“This one’s nice.” She said, looking back at Bob.

He blinked. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.” He was straining to be normal. 

She put her hand to her mouth and turned away, giggling. Reaching out her hand again for him to hold, she tilted her head. “You okay?” 

He nodded, a little embarrassed. “I’m okay… I think overwhelmed would be a good way to describe it.”

“You fly up thousands of feet in the sky, and this store is overwhelming you?”

He shrugged, “Yeah. A little bit.”

She walked over and took his other hand as well. “You wanna go home? We can grab some pizza or-” 

“No! No-I-” He stammered a little too eagerly. “It’s just loud in here… And small.”

She chuckled and dropped one of her hands to lead him out of the narrow aisle of drawers. “You’re not really…” “The target demographic? I figured.” 

They both laughed, and Bob’s shoulders relaxed. They went back to eyeing the wall. She hummed along to the song playing and squeezed Bob’s hand. 

“Hmm… I don’t know. I don’t really buy these sorts of things.” She said

“And you think I do?” He joked with raised brows.

“No, but I do want your opinion, considering you know…” She suddenly lowered her voice, “You’re gonna be the one taking it off tonight.”

He let out a small groan, then immediately looked over his shoulder, terrified someone might have heard him. “Baby, you’re gonna kill me.”

The wall was color-coded, so she moved away from black. Those sets were incredibly mysterious and sexy, but she felt like they were a little too much. She moved over to the blushes and pinks. She pointed to a light pink corset and matching thong. Flowers were embroidered all over it.

“That one’s quite nice.” She said casually

He tilted his head, almost confused. “That doesn’t… look very comfortable.”

“Oh, it’s not.” She laughed, “But it’s not like I’d be wearing it very long.”

He squeezed her hand to get her attention again. She looked up at him innocently, and he was trying to be serious, but it was hard not to seem flustered.

“I mean- You should be comfortable.” He said 

“I wear heels, and those aren’t comfortable.” 

“Yeah, and I end up carrying them for you by the end of the night because of the blisters.” He pointed out, “Especially since this is… something you’re kinda doing for me… I-I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

She smiled, “Okay then. How about this, I try it on. If it’s not comfortable, I won’t get it.”

“Deal.” 

They shook hands like complete dorks in this Victoria’s Secret. 

A few walls over, one caught Bob’s eye. A lace robin-blue babydoll top that was split down the middle with a matching cheeky bottom. It was pretty. But what intrigued him was the little ring of fabric that hung on the hanger. Then his face lit up.

“This one has a scrunchie for your hair. That’s nice.”

But when she let out a laugh so loud that some people looked over at them, he very quickly realized he was wrong. 

“Aw, sorry, baby. I wish. That’s a garter.” She said, “I get the confusion, though.”

“Oh-” He quickly said, remembering the few weddings he’d been to where the groom would pull it from the bride's leg. “Okay, that makes way more sense.” He chuckled.

“You think it’s pretty, though?” She asked, testing.

He nodded, “Yeah. I like the color. And the uh-” He reached out and touched the sheer babydoll fabric under the bra. “The… curtains.”

She tried not to laugh, but it was hard not to with how cute he was being.

“Okay, I’ll try on this one too.”

Grabbing a few different ones, she walked into the dressing room, and Bob took his place on the designated lone chair outside the rooms. After what felt like too long, Bob called out.

“You okay in there?” 

“Yeah! I’m halfway through.” His brows scrunched. “I don’t get to see any of them?”

“Bob, I’m not walking out into the store in underwear.” He was silent for a few seconds, realizing before he went.

“Yeah, actually, please don’t.”

Her laugh echoed, but he would very much prefer not to have anybody see her like that. He had been near guys who would show their girlfriends’ private pictures and videos. (It was always worse when they were stuck on carriers for months on end.) But he couldn’t imagine ever doing that sort of thing. Sharing it. He felt blessed to even be able to call her his girl, never mind betray her trust like that. Plus… he knew how lucky he was. He knew that other guys wondered how a smoke show like her was with human wallpaper Bob Floyd. So he’d rather keep his treasure to himself. 

Coming out in her normal clothes, she hid the options behind her back. 

“Which one are you getting?” He asked curiously, standing up.

“It’s a surprise.”

Oh, he didn’t know if he could handle the anticipation. Granted, any of the sets was surely going to send him into cardiac arrest. But he was so curious. He hated not being in the know. 

And with the mischievous smirk on her lips, he knew he was really in for it.

Bob sat in bed that night reading his book… Or at least trying to read his book. How was he supposed to focus when he knew she was getting ready in the bathroom right next to him? His eyes skimmed the words, but there was no comprehension. At some point, he had re-read the same page five times and was forced to recognize the blood flowing down to his member, straining. She wasn’t even in the same room yet. He hadn’t even seen her, and he was already half-hard at just the thought.

Meanwhile, Y/n looked at herself in the bathroom. She smiled as she finished applying some lip gloss, knowing it was gonna be gone in just a few moments. Turning around, she admired the set. The blue one that Bob had specifically pointed out fitted her perfectly. It also happened to be the comfiest out of all the options, which just meant it checked off all the boxes. 

She flipped and zhuzhed up her hair. Yes, she had taken the time to practically give herself a blowout. As much as this was for Bob, she also wanted to feel like one of the girls in the magazines and on Instagram. She wanted to look like a runway model. And with her hair done, makeup, and lotioned legs, she felt like one, which was all that mattered.

“Bob? You ready?” She called out.

“Y-yeah!”

His timid voice made her smile, and it calmed down her racing heart. It was just Bob. Bob, who would probably appreciate anything she decided to wear. Bob, who would always reassure her because he knew she loved words of affirmation. Her Bob.

She opened the door and walked out, legs first. Her arms stayed behind her back shyly as her hair bounced with each step. 

The look on Bob’s face couldn’t be replicated. His eyes bugged out of his head, and his jaw dropped. His face turned a shade of red that she had never seen before. He sat up and instinctively covered his lap with a pillow. Holy shit. He was going to die. 

She smiled brightly at his reaction, and that just made him release a little whine.

“Jesus Christ.” 

“You like it?” She stopped by the bed shyly.

His mouth closed, and he nodded fast with eager eyes. Even though he was completely frozen. But that just gave her more confidence. 

Suddenly, she crawled onto the bed and toward him.

“Oh, baby-” He practically whimpered, reaching out. But he didn’t reach for the material; he stretched and cupped her cheek. Looking deeply into her eyes. “What did I do to deserve all this?”

She sat on her knees as he did the same to hold her face. But she didn’t answer him. She didn’t know exactly what to say. There were a multitude of reasons. He treated her so well. He was her best friend. She enjoyed feeling pretty. But him holding her face and looking at her like she was a religious experience was probably the reason that exemplified everything. 

“So gorgeous.” He kissed her forehead, then pulled her in for a real kiss. 

It wasn’t hungry like she had assumed. It wasn’t rough or like he was going to be ripping the clothes off her body. His hands traveled down from her face to her waist as he pulled her in toward him. But he handled her like she was a china doll- like he didn’t want to break her.

Using the leverage, she pushed against his chest and pushed him so he was sitting with his back against the headboard like the night before. Her legs straddled him. But before she could sit down, his grip on her hips tightened, stopping her. She pulled back, confused. 

“Lemme look first.” He explained softly. 

He looked up at her like she was a goddess. His pupils were blown out, and his wet lips were slightly apart in awe. Tracing his fingers from her waist, he felt the material of the sheer fabric, then gently outlined her waist beneath. She shivered and smiled down, breathing fast. 

His large palms traveled from her waist, just slightly higher to beneath her breasts. Right where the actual bra part of the top ended. The top definitely had a pick-up effect and supported the girls, making them perk right in his face. 

 With a shaky breath, he couldn’t help the noise that came out of him. Like someone had punched all the air out of him. 

“Bobby-” Oh yeah, he should stop staring.

His thumbs lifted and found where her nipples poked out of the fabric. Rubbing soft up and down’s, she melted under his touch. “Just wanting to appreciate everything about this, sweetheart.”

After a moment, he moved one of his hands down to the curve of her hips and gently set her down against him. Their eyes interlocked as she finally got to feel him against her, the fabric between them minimal. 

She sucked in a breath. “You’re so hard.”

“What did you expect, baby? Dressed so god damn pretty like that.” He huffed.

A smile crept onto her face. When Bob was really desperate, his mouth got filthier. He talked more when he was in bed, which was ironic considering he was a man of few words otherwise. 

He looked down at her thigh and hooked his finger under the lace garter. It snapped against her skin gently, and he swallowed. “I really like that.”

“Figured you’d like it more than a scrunchie.” She teased, and he rolled his eyes, but she leaned down to kiss him. Pressing her lips against him, he was clearly a little more desperate now. His touches were a little more kinetic, and he couldn’t keep to one area for too long. It was like he needed to feel all of her all the time.

She rolled her hips down against him, feeling his length up and down herself. Little whines escaped her as she gradually soaked through the lingerie, and the fabric was starting to feel more and more like a barrier. They rocked together, and the sight of her with her eyes closed, desperate and writhing, was already sending him further than he wanted to be.

“Wait- fuck-” Bob threw his head back. He took his glasses off, panting, “You keep this up, I’m gonna come in my pants-” 

She slowed down and batted her eyelashes at him with a playful smile. 

He wrapped his hands around her ass and closed his eyes just feeling the lace material. “Fucking christ- you’re so hot.” His eyes fluttered open to look at her again. “As much- as much as I love these, I- We should-” He stammered, barely able to speak.

“Fuck me.” She interrupted.

He nodded and smashed his lips onto hers. Making quick work of taking the panties down her legs, he rubbed the dainty fabric between his fingers before throwing them to the floor. He moved down to kiss her neck as he brought his hand between her legs before she could sit back down against him again. His groan vibrated against her neck. She was so wet. He spread her fluids and used it to rub her clit with ease. 

She gasped and let out a choked sound. Instinctively, her body moved back like an electric shock, but he used his free hand to hold her ass, keeping her forward. He gently used this so that he could push her back and down onto the mattress. They were upside down on the bed, but he hovered above her. His lips kept to her neck and collarbones so that he could hear every sound that came out of her. Especially as he slotted two fingers in. He needed to hear the broken moan that came out of her. The way her voice cracked. 

He rocked his fingers back and forth, and the sound was devious. The squelch it made had the two of them blushing. He kissed her cheek. “So perfect.” He reassured her, knowing she was feeling more vulnerable than ever. Her legs involuntarily closed with a gasp when he hit the good spot, “No. No. Keep those legs open for me, pretty girl.” He used his free hand to pry her legs apart.

She panted and opened her eyes to see Bob. She reached up and cupped his face, her jaw-dropping as his fingers picked up the pace. His thumb rubbed circles on her clit. “Ho-o-oly fuck.” She whined with her eyes open.

Bob could’ve finished right there. But he bit his lip to restrain himself.

“I’m gonna-” She choked out.

He nodded, continuing to hit the same spot, making sure his thumb didn’t falter. Feeling her squeeze around his fingers, he thought about what it’d feel like around him, and his breath hitched.

Her whole body tensed, and he couldn’t stop her legs from closing around his hand this time. She sighed in relief as the wave passed and she looked up at Bob panting. 

He took his hand away, gingerly spreading the finish around so there’d be more for later. She shivered and tried to catch her breath as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. 

“You okay? You still good to do more?” He asked concerned.

She nodded, out of breath. “Uh-huh.” 

He wanted to give her some time to breathe, but suddenly she grabbed his face and started kissing him hard. The small surprised sound from him was quickly replaced with moans as he closed his eyes and kissed her. 

She reached down between them and pulled him out of his briefs. He was harder than ever, and he was glistening in pre cum. “Oh, baby, that looks like it hurts.”

His head hung down, and he hissed as she pulled it out. He paused to take down his briefs and throw them away. When she wrapped her hand around him, he doubled over her. She started to move her hand, but he grabbed her wrist with a pleading look.

“You can’t- I’m not gonna last-” He said through gritted teeth.

With that, she stopped but opened her legs so he could wrap them around his waist. 

“Thank you, baby. Oh Jesus Christ, thank you.” He murmured, leaning down into her neck as he lined himself up. She didn’t know what exactly he was thanking her for, but it turned her on nonetheless to see him so wrecked

He had never gone in so easily before. Usually, there’d be pauses so she could adjust or he’d need to grab more lube. Not tonight. He sank right in, and they both held onto each other tightly as they let out the most relieved sounds. 

He picked himself up so he could look down at her as he gently started to move back and forth. Sinking in and out, she couldn’t help the moans coming out of her pounding heart. Every move he made felt like electricity as he held her legs up. 

“So fucking lucky- how did I get-” He groaned as he very gradually started to pivot faster “so fucking lucky-”

The whimpers and sounds coming out of her were pornographic. But how could they not be when he was talking to her like that and reaching places that made her see stars? He was still the same sweet Bob even when overcome with pleasure. 

She felt his hands move to her chest, and he looked down at her with almost puppy-dog eyes. She nodded eagerly and then felt him move the fabric of the lingerie down so he could watch her chest bounce with every thrust. Every move sent pleasure through her body, and she was gripping anything and everything for purchase as her back slid up and down the sheets. So when his thumbs found her nipples again, now fabricless, she was gone. On another planet. 

Bob was making low noises and deep sighs as he let their bodies do the work. He was so deep, and every time he’d praise her, she’d clench around him, and he’d have to bite his lip to keep himself from finishing too early. Even though he knew she didn’t mind finishing early sometimes, he wanted to keep this up at least a little longer. She looked so beautiful. And god, he could never let that go to waste. 

He moved her legs so they were more or less on his shoulders. His pace slowed just slightly because he knew it was more of a stretch for her, but by the loud moan she elicited, he figured she didn’t mind. So now her legs were much closer together, creating more friction and more pleasure between the two of them. His head hung down and he moved one of his hands, patting the bed trying to find her hand. She realized and locked her hand with his. 

“Baby- Baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know if I-” He groaned. “Can last much longer.” 

“Me- me either-” She admitted

And he was surprised. Usually, she had more of a recovery time than this. But that just motivated him to keep going and use the hand that wasn't in hers down between them, rubbing her where he could. Her back arched, and she squeezed his hand. 

He couldn’t help but keep talking, grunting sweet nothings.  So fucking good. So pretty in that bra. All for me. All for fucking me. Jesus. Oh my god, you feel so good. So tight and so loud for me. 

She could tell he was getting close by his losing his rhythm and going a little harder than before. She wanted to say something. Tell him that he should finish. But she could barely speak as he punched in and out. Especially because she was on the precipice of her own high. 

They finished together with a strangled moan from her and Bob’s face scrunching and cussing as he coated her insides. 

He let her legs down and leaned over, panting and sweaty. He kissed all over her face, breaking her out of her daze. For a moment, there was silence of just him admiring how she looked with her messy hair, her lingerie top all askew. “I mean it- how did I get so lucky?”

Her lips curved up, “Hangman.”

His brows furrowed in confusion. Then he suddenly remembered that Hangman was the one who had come up with the Victoria’s Secret idea to begin with. He groaned and shook his head.

“Don’t remind me that he exists when we’re like this.”

“Mmmm… it was a good idea though, wasn’t it?” 

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Yes, it was.”

[kikixreverie]

Your boys

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Female reader

Summary - The war has been a brutal reality check for you in more ways than one, the first being that life is far more fragile than you thought, and the second that you were deeply in love with not one… but both of your best friends.

Word count - 8k

Warnings - (18+) Smut, threesome, oral sex, handjob, mentions of war and homophobia.

A/N - Hi, im still here kinda. Suffered a pretty rough, year long writers block and then was finally able to edit this one shot I wrote ages ago. I hope you enjoy it and all its filth.

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The half-empty bar rings with laughter and the clinking of glasses as its patrons drown out their sorrows with liquor, a temporary haven for those seeking distraction from the heartlessness they've seen in the past few years. The smoke in the air was thick, but better than what you were used to, the scent of tobacco, not fire out on the field, though it lingers in your nose all the same. 

The music, a familiar jazz tune carries through that thickened air, paired with deep laughter from rowdy men trying to ignore the sickening sense of dread they all pretend not to feel. Your attention however, is divided. Humming softly to the tune you can only half remember, your focus stays fixed on him—Bucky Barnes, gazing from afar at his wide, mirthful grin, those blue eyes of his reflecting the low lighting of the bar as he sips at yet another beer. 

You watch as Steve walks over to rejoin them, more drinks in his hands which he passes to the surrounding men with a nod, which they each take from him, too distracted with their chatter to thank him. Bucky chuckles, shifting back from the group to say something to Steve, a sly grin gracing his lips, smirking as Steve laughs softly at his joke, sadly too far away for you to be in on it.

You get lost in the sight of the men you've known far longer than you haven't, and have seen sink into themselves more and more in recent years, weathered by war, and yet, beneath the surface, your heart can still manage to find a lesser problem to dwell on—feelings you never even asked for becoming even more known to you the more you watch them, both so pretty. They’d always been pretty.

"Come here often?" 

You sigh at the unexpected voice, an instinctual reaction at this point, and regretfully you looked away from the two men, staring down at your glass for a moment before you tilted your head to the left and eyed her with fake annoyance, staring deadpan at the mischievous smirk playing on her red lips. You both know she caught you staring.

You look down at your drink again, watching the amber liquid swirl in the glass as you lift it to take another sip and wince, "No, should I?" 

Her smirk grows wider, resting her elbow on the sticky bar top. She shrugs, "Depends what you're here for."

You pause for a few seconds, squinting at her as if flicking through the possible reasons to be in this dingy bar, other than an easy escape from the war outside. "Alcohol?" You ask, raising a brow. The only reason you were in this bar would be for Bucky and Steve. 

"Ah, well in that case, no. The beer here is watered-down and overpriced." She quips, clinking her glass with yours before taking the seat beside you.

"Oh, that explains it." You respond, sighing dramatically as you take a swig from your glass. Peggy hums softly, her fingertips drifting over the lip of her glass. You can feel her eyes on you, as usual, watching, assessing the situation, and you take a risky glance at her, slightly apprehensive, not looking forward to the way she's going to read you like a goddamn book. "What?"

"Why are you over here, all by yourself?" She asks, her head tilted with curiosity.

You take pause at her question, setting your drink back down with a sigh, gaze drifting back over to the group of men talking loudly with warm grins on their faces, all the happiest you'd seen them in weeks if not months... actually years. 

"I don't know, I just needed some time alone I guess." You shrug, which immediately earns you a disbelieving scoff.

"Bullshit, the one thing no sergeant would want at a time like this is to be alone. It's a tough job, we all survive on these rare few moments when we get to feel some resemblance of normal. Now tell me why you're sitting here alone."

You don't respond for a long moment, eyes flicking over to your childhood best friends again, as they often do when you find yourself in any room with them. "I'm just in my head. I can't stop thinking about what could happen... and what will. I just- I wish I could go back just for a moment, just to remember what it was like before everything went to shit. I'm sick of thinking the worst every time it falls quiet." 

She listens quietly, then nods, her hand moving to your arm to give a reassuring squeeze, "I think we all understand that feeling." 

You nod too, chewing nervously on your lower lip, feeling that sinking feeling like you've ruined the small moment of fun you’d been granted by taking notice of those anxious thoughts. Bucky's hand rests on Steve's shoulder as he talks into his ear, his lips curling up as he laughs through his own words, Steve blushing beside him, shaking his head and looking down at the floor.

"I'd give anything to go back." You whisper, eyes glued to them, thinking about the times Bucky would drag both you and Steve out dancing with him, and Steve would always step on your feet, and then apologise with pink cheeks each time as you reassured him you lost sensation in them two songs ago. 

"I'm guessing you're talking about your boys." Responds Peggy and you nod before your eyebrows furrow, turning to her quickly with a confused frown on your face.

"My boys?" You repeat, ignoring how the notion of it makes you feel, because it just sounds completely ridiculous - and yes, they are your boys.

"Yes. I mean, they are your closest friends, aren't they?" She laughs, and you give your sad attempt at a normal laugh back to her. 

"Yeah, of course. We've been best friends since we were kids." You say back, cringing at your awkwardness and sipping on your drink to try hide it. 

It falls silent for a moment, which was a nice respite to the conversation that was making you anxious enough. Peggy obviously breaks it again. "You miss them." 

It wasn't a question, so you don’t answer, just stare down silently at your glass, swallowing the lump in your throat, that anxiety just getting worse, weighing you down onto your seat. You nod because it's true. With how hectic and scary the past few years have been, all three of you have changed in some way, and you've not had time to get to know those differences. You'd barely spoken to them about anything other than mission plans in weeks, everyone just more than eager to win this war and get home.

"Go talk to them, I'm sure they miss you too." Peggy offers softly, patting your shoulder again before giving you a smile. She slips off her chair, finally leaving you with your thoughts, walking across the bar to sit with the howling commandos with a half-empty drink in her hand, saluting the very boys you were just talking about, and you fight to ignore the stupid jealousy you feel when they both return the gesture to the gorgeous woman.

You’re in way over your head.

You’d hate to admit it, but she’s right, you miss them, very, very much. Things haven't been the same since the war started, and you know it'd be naive to think it will ever go back to how it was. You feel that breath-stealing sadness whenever you look at Steve, a feeling you know is mutual for Bucky too. You still don't always recognise him when he's facing away from you, searching in a crowd for a small, delicate Steve that no longer exists, before you remember the beast of a man he'd become and feel a different kind of warm flutter when you see him. 

Bucky is different too, quieter, rougher around the edges, darker. You miss that boyish charm of his, the easygoing, easy-loving James Barnes everyone knew. He always wore his heart on his sleeve, but he guards it now, keeps it locked away for safekeeping. He barely spoke for weeks after Steve got him out of that place, barely ate. You haven’t seen him cry in months either, which is somehow much more worrying than if he were to break down into tears each night like a lot of the boys do in secret. 

It hurts when you think back to before, a time when the three of you were so close you spent most nights sleeping at each other's houses, a time when your biggest worry was that the neighbours were gossiping about your 'morals', despite how many times Bucky reminded you that the old lady next door's opinion shouldn't matter to you. 

But it did. Sometimes even you worried about your 'morals', a socially-expected guilt clouding the thoughts you'd have about them, both of them. It's always been more. A part of you always knew there was a deeper understanding the three of you had for each other, like how soulmates would be described in the romance books you had read, only it couldn't be so easy that you were in love with one of your best friends, it had to be both.

A person sits beside you again, and you roll your eyes with a small smile, turning towards them and expecting it to be Peggy back to drag you over to everybody else, but you quickly drop the expression at the sight of a man you had never seen before, smiling at you as if you'd invited him to sit there.

"Come here often?" The man asks, not sounding the slightest bit ironic, as amusing as that is for you. You hide your laugh behind your almost empty glass, which doesn’t help you one bit seeing as the glass is clear. You resort to biting your cheek when he just stares back expectantly, apparently waiting for you to swoon and faint into his arms. 

You shake your head, reminding yourself to definitely not come here often. "No, sorry." You respond, mentally scolding yourself for apologising for no reason, and then scolding yourself for scolding yourself. Can he just fuck off maybe?

"That's okay. Pretty dame like you in a bar like this, you here with anyone?" He sounds like Bucky, you think to yourself, only its not charming one bit when this stranger calls your a ‘dame’. He moves closer to you, his arm almost touching yours, which was immediately enough for you to shift away, feeling uncomfortable and annoyed that he was in your space. You scoff, deciding you've seen far too much to give a shit about upsetting some creepy guy in a bar. You open your mouth to shut him down.

"Yeah, she's with us." 

For fucks sake why can't I do the fun part? 

You already know it’s Steve's voice, strong with that Brooklyn accent, even stronger with the distaste in his voice. You don’t turn to look at him, still trying to keep the distance between you and the guy who’s staring wide-eyed up at Captain America.

"Maybe go and bother someone else." Bucky adds, moving in behind the guy, his tone much less polite than the Captain's.

The man doesn’t say a word, much to your amusement, just puts his head down and stands, walking away, probably going to find some other poor woman to bother, or nurse a stronger drink and lick his wounds.

They sit either side of you, Bucky's hand moving to your back. "You alright, doll?" 

You sigh and nod, rubbing your forehead and smiling softly at him "I'm fine, Buck. You know I could've easily scared him away." 

Bucky nods, smirking softly. He's seen you shut down many a guy before the war,

"I know, just making sure." 

It falls silent for a moment, Bucky doesn't break eye contact with you and you can't bring yourself to do it for him, his gaze soft and inviting, almost as distracting as the way he wets his lower lip the way he often does. 

"Why are you sittin' over here?" Steve asks, and it finally draws you to look away from Bucky, clearing your throat before turning to Steve on your left.

"Just lost in thought I guess." You respond with a shrug, deciding not to disclose the fact that you were lost in thought about them, as per usual.

Steves cheeks remain a little pink and you don’t get why, wondering if he had noticed the weird staring going on between you and Bucky, which only makes you blush just the same in embarrassment. 

"Thinking 'bout what, doll?" Bucky presses, his warm breath brushing against your shoulder. You don't let yourself look at him again, staring straight ahead as your stomach flutters with nerves and something else you don't want to think about yet.

You shrug, breathless as Steve inches slightly closer to you too, as if he and Bucky had some nefarious plan to make you want them impossibly more, his shoulder pressing against yours. 

"I don't know. Just lost in thought about... how bad the beer is." You say, sheepish at your stupid response, but Steve laughs sweetly, which only makes you smile. 

Bucky only hums in response though and you look over at him again, that enticing look in his eyes, "How about we get out of here? Just us three, we can swing it like old times, got a fairly decent bottle of whiskey in my room that's waiting to be drank." 

You inhale softly in surprise and excitement. It certainly wouldn't be the first time the three of you had gotten drunk together alone, but it's been a while, and for some reason, it seemed like something different now, something new.

You glance over at Steve to see him waiting for your response, seemingly already aware of Bucky's idea, so you nod, not trusting yourself to speak and not look stupid.

You all leave the bar together after gathering your things, purposefully ignoring the smirk Peggy gives you as you walk past, just wanting to get out of the stuffy bar and away from the noise for a while.

It was a silent taxi ride the whole way back to the hotel you were all currently staying at, though not awkward. You sat between the two men, Bucky's thigh pressed against yours while you and Steve sit shoulder to shoulder. 

You'd always thought that taxis were fairly spacious until you had to share one with a super-soldier and James Buchanan Barnes.

Steve pays the taxi driver with the best tip he can afford and soon enough you were all piling into Bucky's room. 

You sigh when you walk through the door, not giving a second to hesitate to go to the bed, falling forward with another sigh as you stretch out across the mattress, kicking off your uncomfortable shoes and letting them hit the floor with a soft thud. It wasn’t often you had access to an actual bed.

You can hear Bucky and Steve laughing as they take off their jackets, which you didn't have the nerve to watch them do.

"Comfy?" Steve asks, walking over to the small radio on the bedside table and switching through the channels till he found some decent music to have on quietly in the background. 

You nod, humming softly and closing your eyes, "You try wearing heels for a whole night only 3 days after getting off the field." 

Bucky sits beside you on the bed, looking down at you as you hesitantly peek your eyes open to look at him.

"Can't imagine the pain, doll. Want a foot rub?" He teases, a lopsided smirk playing on lips.

You scoff in response, laughing softly and definitely not considering his most likely joking offer. Instead of putting your sore feet on his lap, you just blush and sit up, shoving at his broad shoulder. "Shut up. Where's that decent whiskey you promised, hm?"

He laughs, picking something up off the floor from beside the bed and holding up a full bottle, passing it to you as he takes a glass from the bedside table near him, holding it out for you to pour the liquid into it. 

"Hey guys, I'm gonna go change, then I'll be back, okay?" Says Steve, a smile on his face as he walks back towards the door, and you and James both nod, watching the tall man duck slightly through the doorway and leave room gently shutting the door behind him.

Its comfortably quiet in the hotel room, though the atmosphere slightly different. You sip at the strong-tasting, barely decent whiskey, the liquid burning its way down your throat to settle in your stomach, warm and familiar.

Your gaze again drifts to him, watching over the rim of your glass as Bucky moves to sit against the bed frame after pouring his own drink, shoes kicked to the floor, watching you right back, his head resting against the dark wooden frame, a soft look on his handsome face. A strand of his dark hair falls onto his forehead, and you follow it like an arrow pointing down to the white shirt he's wearing, the top few buttons undone as some sick way to punish you even further.

"You're always so sweet on him." He murmurs quietly, breaking the silence. He doesn’t sound one bit jealous, only fond, his head tilted slightly, his tongue casually dragging across his lower lip.

"Aren't we both?" You tilt your head at him as you ask the question. It feels serious, despite the sweetness of his smile, theres something more hidden in the words, but neither of you are ready to say something like that out loud, the denial comfortable for a moment longer.

He goes quiet again, chewing on his lip as he stares down at the bed sheets, sighing softly. "I guess it's hard not to be. I know he's all tall and macho now," He pauses to huff a laugh, you watching and listening quietly and intently, him looking up to the ceiling as he continues, the smile fading to something softer, "But he's still Stevie."

A hint of a smile pulls at your lips, and you nod, holding your drink up to not spill anything as you shuffle over on your knees to sit beside him against the headboard, huffing softly at the movement, then propping up pillows behind you to be more comfortable as Bucky watches with an amused smile.

"And you're still Buck." You add once you’re settled, looking at his gorgeous face, your chin tilted upwards, and his down. He swallows softly, and you notice the movement of it, his adams apple moving in a distracting way that you swear makes you feel thirsty, so you take another sip of your drink, hoping it will settle the feeling it obviously wont.

"You sure about that?" He asks, his eyes flicking down, watching the whiskey swirl in his glass, lips set in something closer to a frown now. You know he's hurting, even if he hasn't felt ready to confide in you about it yet.

"Very." He looks at you when you say it, and you hold his gaze this time, his stare so intense, eyes so blue, lips so pink. 

It takes your dumb, denial-stuck mind a moment longer to realise that you were looking down at his lips and that he was looking at yours at the same time, and there was no actual effort to either of you leaning closer, just a magnetism and a feeling spreading through your chest and butterfly filled stomach that you don’t even question it, don’t think once about the consequences, and technically its Bucky that ends up closing the tiny gap you’d made for him to do so, putting his glass down at the bedside table closest to him as his soft, warm lips make contact, eyes drifting closed,his hand then reaching across you and taking your glass too placing it down.

With his hands free, they move to cup your face, lips moving against yours, the kiss soft and sweet as your fingers drift up to the nape of his neck, his right hand reaching down for your thigh, grabbing flesh and trying to pull you closer as your lips move faster, a realisation that this kiss can’t last forever and you both swear you need it to.

It shifts from sweet and soft, to passionate and fast-moving, an almost desperate feeling urging you to press closer, your lips coaxing Bucky's to open as his hands grip your skin, your hips, waist, thighs. You just want to taste him, just like you'd always dreamed of doing. It barely feels real, but you barely think about it when you slide your tongue against his lips and earn yourself a soft, heated groan in response.

The booze doesn’t matter, you were drunk on him, butterflies in your stomach, heart hammering in your chest, an ache forming between your legs.

You'd never experienced a kiss like this before, never this intense desperation, so needy for more, clutching at eachother and shifting on the bed, breathing against his cheek.

Time is far lost to you both, only warm skin and hot mouths and soft lips, but the noise at the door breaks through the goodness of the moment, and you and Bucky quickly pull away from each other, panting for air as your heart hammers in your chest. Steve stands at the door wide-eyed.

Bucky licks his lips wordlessly as he tries to calm himself down, sighing and pushing his hair back, looking down at the bedsheets. 

"Steve?" You ask when he doesn’t say anything, anxiety clouding the heated memory replaying of the kiss, as you wait for any reaction from Steve.

Steve couldn’t look more shocked, unable to look either of you in the eye, standing sheepishly at the door as he flushes pink.

"Sorry." He mutters, reaching for the door handle and making his turn to leave, and your heart lurches, sitting up to stop him, but Bucky speaks up before you can remember what words are. 

"Steve." He says softly, and the blonde pauses, looking over at Bucky and waiting to be chastised for entering the room without knocking, but Bucky only offers a small, hesitant smile, "C'mere." 

Poor Steve stands frozen for a while, face only getting redder as you and Bucky stare back at him, the image of the two of you kissing, Bucky's hand squeezing your bare thigh under your dress, yours tugging on his hair, its heavy in the forefront of his mind, and it sets something off in his stomach, something he likes the feeling of.

Bucky gesturesfor him to sit on the bed with them and slowly, Steve does. 

"I didn't mean to-" Steve begins, but Bucky cut him off and you watch dumbly as he handles the situation.

"It's okay." He assures, falling silent for a moment as he tries to find the words to say what he really wanted to, "We're all friends, right? It shouldn't be awkward." 

It’s actually incredibly awkward, but denial was a much easier option, and so you simply avoid eye contact with either of them as you think you’re so good at doing, as you reached over Bucky for your drink again, taking a long sip of the alcohol, focusing on the burn in your throat rather than the ache between your thighs.

"Yeah," Steve responds, sounding as breathless as you feel.

"Maybe-" Bucky stops himself, and you lookover at him, waiting with bated breath for him to say 'Maybe we should just forget it ever happened' but his mind goes elsewhere, "Maybe you two should kiss. You know... make it even." 

The tension in the room couldn’t be any thicker, and so completely silent, not a breath between you. You chance a risky glance at Steve and he stares straight at Bucky, mouth agape, eyes wide.

You feel like you need to say something, feel like you’re fighting between your mind, your heart, and your… The nerve builds up quick and words rush out of your mouth, just needing to escape this awkwardness, "Bucky, I don't think Steve would-" 

"C'mon, I'm not blind, I see the way you two look at each other. You're telling me neither of you is at least a tiny bit curious what it would be like?" Bucky cuts you off, looking between you and Steve with a raised brow, "Don't feel forced to do anything, of course. Just... I don't know... Think about it?"

Oh, you’re thinking about it, you have been thinking about it, for years, in fact you’re imagining it in way too much detail, but acting on it like this, rather than a random, heated frenzy like with Bucky, is much more nerve-wracking.

Its when you risk a glance at Steve that the doubts starts to slip away slightly. its so painstakingly obvious, the blush on his face, the way he can’t look you in the eye and he seemed just as deep in thought as you. You remind yourself who you're with, though much taller now, he’s still Stevie. Your teeth catch your lip, nerves fading enough that you feel less awkward and more anticipating. It already feels like it's the end of the world anyway, actions tend to feel much less consequential. 

"I don't know, Steve..." You start, watching with rising butterflies as he looks over at you, his lips parted, "Maybe he's right."

James grins like you’ve joined the dark side, smirking down at his glass, just listening to you shift into a second devil on Stevie’s shoulder.

"P-pardon?" He almost whispers, and you smile softly, still polite Stevie.

"Maybe we should kiss." You manoeuvre onto your knees, and James wordlessly takes your drink again, placing it back down and inhaling softly, leaning back against the bed frame again and just watching quietly. Steve breathes in, watching you move closer. "Only if you want to, of course." You add for good measure, and Steve gulps, lips parting as he looks over at Bucky, as if for reassurance, Bucky just stares back. You crawl over, settling in front of him, "Do you want to?"

He takes another moment, before softly, he nods, taking a deep breath. 

You look into his eyes, scooting close enough for your thigh to touch his, and you reach for his broad shoulders, biting your lip softly. You can’t quite wrap your head around the idea of kissing either of them ever, especially not both... in front of each other in the time span of five minutes... but there’s no room for regret, just you and your boys...

Your hand glides over to his face, holding his jaw softly as you tilt his head down to you, pressing your lips against his.

This kiss was softer, slower. You knew Steve had kissed before, you were the one who heartbreakingly caught him with not one, but two USO girls, but hes certainly not as experienced as Bucky, nervous and shy, so you stay as gentle as possible, not pushing him to go any further than the gentle touch of your lips until he presses for more, tentative, but he follows your lead, his right hand hovering over your waist before he pulls it away, and you kiss him once more before breaking the contact. You can tell how nervous he still is. 

The room is still as you and Steve pull away from each other, Steve's focus stuck on you as you sit back slightly, looking over at Bucky, as your lips tingle from the kiss, curious to see his reaction, and the sight of him makes your stomach flip.

He sits rested back against the headboard again, legs splayed out in front of him as he watches the two of you with a clearly lustful gaze, his lower lip caught between his teeth, this dark desperation in his eyes, and its like you can read the dirty thoughts clouding his mind.

You don’t think at all when the words left your mouth, but they do, "Your turn."

Buckys lips part, eyes widening slightly and Steve takes an audible breath from beside you.

"What?" The blonde gulps.

You swallow your nerves again, Bucky was right, he could see the way you and Steve look at each other, because you've always looked at each other that way, just like you and Bucky look at each other, just like Bucky and Steve.

It's something that none of you had ever addressed until now, something you'd never let yourselves act upon, but who cares what people think at this point, who cares where this could lead you. If the war has given anything but trauma to you, it's shown you how fucking fragile life is, how much you'd regret it if you never acted upon these feelings, how much they'd regret it.

"You two should make it even, right?"

Steve stares at you, not letting his gaze drift to Bucky, but Bucky stares right at him, something intense in his eyes, something between realisation and surrender, and its clear that he’s waiting for Steve to reject it, to reject him, to wrinkle his nose at the disgusting notion of a man kissing another man, just as everybody else would do, but Bucky knows that wasn't a fair assumption to make about the golden-hearted man he knows their Stevie to be. He still waits though, preparing himself to have to have to take the rejection.

"I-" Steve starts, the very same worries as Bucky filling his head.

"Steve, aren't you at least a tiny bit curious?" You ask gently, using Bucky's previous words in hopes of lightening the mood slightly, which seems to work when Steve huffs a small laugh, though he gives no response. 

You look at Bucky, seeing the heartbreaking disappointment and acceptance in his eyes. You nudge his foot, giving him a soft smile of encouragement when he looks up at you.

He gives you a small smile back, before looking over at Steve, wetting his lips.

"Stevie." He almost whispers his name, and his gaze is soft when it meets Steve’s, "Come here." 

Steve decides not to give himself the chance to hesitate, moving towards Bucky before he can think about what he’s doing, and Bucky leans forward to meet him halfway, his palm sliding across his cheek, thumb smoothing along the skin before he closes the space and Bucky and Steve are kissing right in front of you. 

Its gentle for a few seconds, hesitant on both parts before Steve’s reaching out, hands clutching the material of Bucky's shirt, pulling him forward, pulling him closer. 

Their kiss was rougher, all tongue and teeth and the sight was a lot to try to handle, all you could really do was squeeze your thighs together and enjoy the sight of your two favourite boys, enjoying how eachother kiss. 

Bucky detaches his mouth from Steve's to meet your eye, pulling you closer as his hand holds the side of your neck.

He kisses you, open-mouthed and needy as his tongue glides across your lip, steve groaning softly at the sight, his hand once again hovering over the curve of your waist.

"It's okay, Steve." You murmur against Bucky's lips before you pull back to look at Steve, gripping his hand with your own and guiding him to touch you where he had wanted to, "You can touch me. You can touch me anywhere you'd like. Both of you." 

"Fuckin’ Christ, doll." Bucky sighs, lips mouthing across your jaw, his head dipping lower to kiss your neck, "You want that huh? Want both of us to touch you?" 

You nod as you kiss Steve, Bucky giving you a hickey just below your ear like a goddamn teenager. Bucky makes his way to Steve's neck then, curious to what noises he could pull from Captain America himself, and he chuckles against Steve's neck when he sighs softly into your mouth, as sensitive and worked up as Bucky had always wondered he'd be. 

When Bucky and Steve start kissing again, you take the opportunity to catch your breath, sitting back for a moment to watch the way Bucky pushes Steve down against the mattress, everything escalating so quick and yet feeling exactly like the way it should be. He adjusts his hips over Steve, pressing against him, and Steve groans softly, his rising up to meet bucky’s.

You bite your lip at the sight, your hand almost subconsciously sliding between your thighs, applying slight pressure against your underwear as your thighs squeeze together again. 

It just feels so right, and your body is reacting like it never has before, all reservations out of the window when you fingers press against your clit ever so slightly, breath catching when Bucky starts talking.

"Y'see that Stevie? Look how desperate our girl is for us. She just has to touch herself, doesn't she? Think we should help her out?" He murmurs, speaking the words into Steve's ear, though saying them loud enough for you to hear them too, and Steve nods quickly, no more hesitation, panting for breath, lips a pretty shade of kissed.

Our girl. 

"God, yes." Steve answers.

Their attention turns to you, Bucky with that mischievous, knowing glint in his eye, "Why don't you help her out of that dress, Stevie."

Steve nods, following orders like this was a part of his training, moving closer towards you, more confident though a bit sheepish.

"Go on, honey." You say to him, kissing his jaw as his fingers brush against the zipper at the back of the dress. He somehow manages to unzip you as slow as physically possible, fingers dusting along your back in a way that brings on a shiver. He finally pulls the dress off over your head and Bucky gives a low whistle at the sight of you, their pretty lady just in her undergarments.

Your head tilts back when Bucky leans towards you and kisses your collarbone, the kisses trailing lower and lower until he was kissing across the tops of your breasts. You sigh at the sensation, loving the attention on you but it doesn’t seem vert fair you’re in your bra and panties only and these two were fully dressed. You tug at both Steve and Bucky's shirts until they get the hint and both start pulling them off, Steve's going over his head while you help Bucky undo the buttons on his. 

From then on the clothes seem to keep coming, and you chuckle softly as Steve helps Bucky unbuckle his belt and pull his pants off. It doesn't take long before they're both left in only their underwear, and neither you nor Bucky give Steve the chance to blush or second guess anything when you lean towards him, kissing his shoulder and Bucky kissing his lips. 

You'd think it would be overwhelming, but god it just feels so right. 

You hum as fingers drift across you back to the clasp of your bra, Bucky looking at you, waiting for your permission, which you quickly give, nodding your head breathlessly before he quickly undoes the clasp, helping you out of the straps and then finally pulling the bra away. 

"Fu-" Steve stops himself, staring down at your uncovered breasts, your peaked nipples, soft pretty skin, waiting desperately to be touched and he forces himself to close his eyes, convinced for a second that that was it, he was going to come right here and now in his briefs. Bucky chuckles, that cheeky grin on his face as he dips his head and kisses his way across your now bare chest, cupping your left breast gently and mouthing over your nipple, smirking as your fingers thread through his hair, swirling his tongue.

"I think we're corrupting our sweet little Stevie, love," Bucky murmurs, and you hum back at him, looking over at the blonde who sits in amusing deep concentration, trying desperately hard not to lose himself. 

"I don't know, Buck. I reckon Stevie's much less innocent than you think. Plus, he's not so little anymore..." You tease, knowing he’s listening, so you reach over, your palm against Steve's thigh, "Why don't you show us, honey? Get out of that head of yours, and come play with me and Buck."

Even Bucky groans at that, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he continues to kiss you with a bit more hunger now.

Steve looks wrecked already, opening his eyes to look down at the two of you, skin against skin, waiting for him to come back to you. 

"Why don't you tell us what you want, Steve?" You ask him, moaning softly when Bucky rubs his thumb over one of your nipples.

"I want.." He licks his lips, looking down your body, eyes lingering on the one place you’re still covered, "I want to touch you." 

"Then touch me, Stevie." You respond and his hand drifts slowly to your thigh, Bucky still busy paying attention to your chest.

Steve's fingertips brush against the edge of your underwear, looking up at you for reassurance, "Even here?"

You sigh when Bucky grazes his teeth across your skin, tugging on his hair, "Especially there."

"Go on, Steve, I think she's still a bit overdressed," Bucky adds, encouraging him to strip you of your final layer, and Steve does so, feeling his cock throb as your bare pussy comes into view. 

You part your legs for him, your inner thighs already showing how wet you are, waiting patiently for someone to finally touch you where you needed most, and when Steve brushes his fingers through your folds, tentatively exploring, nudging against your swollen clit as he did so, you moan openly. 

Bucky leans back, looking down at you laid out across the mattress, completely bare beneath them as you lift your hips to meet Steve's hand, needing more pressure. Bucky reaches down for Steve's hand, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth as he assists him. 

"Touch her right here with more pressure. Make small circles." Bucky directs, and Steve gladly follows the instructions given, watching as you get more and more breathless as he touches you, his fingers getting covered in your slick as you whimper softly, "Just like that, Steve."

Steve bites his lip at Bucky praising him like that, his cock throbbing so hard in his briefs as he focuses on trying to make you feel good, before Bucky takes a hold of Steve's fingers, guiding them lower and lower until they were sliding into you. You gasp softly, head tilting back at the slight relief of no longer being empty, but you’re still no way near full, needing more and more, still, you enjoy this, shifting your hips as Bucky instructs Steve to curl his fingers. 

A pretty sounding moan slips from your open mouth when Bucky really starts participating, leaning on one arm as the other hand moves down to you, his thumb almost softly rubbing over your clit, watching in gentle awe and focus as him and Steve’s hands take good care of you, Steve's two fingers fucking into you as Bucky builds a steady rhythm on your clit. It doesn’t take long of the repeated pattern before your hips roll forward unknowingly, getting closer and closer to coming, the heat in your body rising, every nerve tingling... so close.

"James, I'm-- Fuck, Stevie." You moan, enjoying having two names to beg to, feeling your body tighten up as they both continue until you’re over the edge, coming on your best friend's fingers, your body vibrating as they ease you through the strong orgasm, Bucky not stopping until you reach down and gently move his hand away, bordering on overstimulation as your body becomes overly sensitive. 

"Holy fuck." Steve murmurs, and Bucky laughs at him, nudging his arm.

"Language." He teases. 

"Shut up, punk." Replies Steve, pushing Bucky’s shoulder back. You lay there catching your breath, humming with a gentle smirk as you watch them act so casual after both giving you the best orgasm of your life, so far.

"God, just make out already." You joke, grinning at the two, your body relaxed, and Bucky gives you a look as you sit up. 

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you." He nips at your shoulder, and you roll your eyes playfully, enjoying seeing him like this again, the happiest and most like himself you'd seen him in weeks, "Good, thing I'd like that too. Steve?" 

Steve looks over at Bucky, nodding and moving closer to him, kissing softly.

You give yourself a moment to gather yourself, catching your breath, relaxing in the afterglow of the first orgasm you’ve had in a while, admiring them for a short while, and then eventually joining them, kissing across Bucky's shoulder, raking your nails through Steve's hair. 

"Think Stevie's ever had someone's mouth on him before?" You murmur into Bucky's ear, feeling pride in the sigh he gives in response, pulling away from Steve's mouth, humming against your skin as he leans into you, head laid back against your shoulder, nose tucked against your neck.

Steve just couldn’t stop staring, his erection straining against his underwear, both of you watching him with those eyes. None of it feels quite real, like it’s all too good to be true, yet so much better than he imagined. He groans softly when Bucky moves his hand down, watching him as he presses his palm against his cock over the fabric.

"How 'bout it, Stevie? Think you could handle someone's mouth on your cock?" God, the words are so obscene, yet so natural as they fall from Bucky’s lips, Steve all but whimpers when the both of you start kissing on his neck, "Ever done that before, Steve?"

He shakes his head, hands reaching to touch both of them in any way he can, "God, please."

"Not God, angel." Bucky starts, the pet name rolling off his lips, smooth as butter, sweet as honey, "Just us."

His briefs were off, his cock springing up when it was finally released from the far too tight confines of his underwear. Bucky leans forward, kissing Steve as he guides him to lay back on the mattress, hovering over him. 

The sight couldn’t be more mouth-watering, his cock a deep shade of pink as he leaks pre-cum onto his stomach, so desperate, kissing Bucky back like his life depended on it. 

His stomach tightens when you start kissing your way down his chest until you finally reached the tip of his cock, wrapping a hand around the base, kissing the tip, hearing Steve moan into Bucky’s mouth.

You lick along the underside of his shaft, swirling your tongue over the head and liking the salty taste it left you with. Steve’s an utter mess, bucking his hips and squirming beneath you and Bucky when you finally put your mouth around him, no longer having the focus to continue kissing Bucky, instead just letting his head fall back against the pillows, breath laboured and heavy as you start to suck. 

"C'mon, sweetheart. You can go deeper than that." Bucky purrs, tilting his head as you look up at him through your lashes, and you pull off of Steve, using your hand to make lazy strokes up and down his cock, shaking your head at the brunette.

"He's so big, Bucky," You bite your lip, and Steve whimpers softly at your compliment, watching as you fake a look of innocence, giving Bucky those doe eyes as you brush your thumb across the tip of Steve's cock. "D'you wanna taste him, Buck?"

Bucky already knows the answer to that, his cock was throbbing at the sight of you and Steve alone, but he glances up to Steve, meeting his distracted gaze and waiting for some sort of permission, which was given almost immediately, Steve frantically nodding his head. 

Bucky smirks, winking at you as he adjusts himself on the bed, moving beside you, giving your lips a chaste kiss before lowering his head, your hand still holding his cock for Bucky to enjoy, his tongue circling the head just as you were doing only seconds ago, as you continue to stroke Steve's remaining length while Bucky starts to take him deeper into his mouth. 

Steve couldn't hold back on the sounds he’s making, he's never been so vocal, never been so sensitive to touch, but he can’t help himself, Bucky's mouth felt so warm, so wet, and when he opens his blue eyes to look down at the two of you, he know he wont last much longer. 

You bend your head down when Bucky comes up for air, tracing your tongue against Steve's cock as you meet Bucky's eye holding his heart-stopping gaze as Bucky started doing the same, both of your mouths on him at the same time. 

It’s filthy, an act of sin no doubt you'll never come back from, but you wouldn’t want to anyway, humming when Steve starts panting, his abs constricting, you wrap your lips around the tip, pumping his cock with your hand until his cum filled your mouth, hearing the deep groan that reverberated through his chest as he came.

You swallow as you pulled away and a hand finds its way to your neck, Bucky pulling you closer. “No fair, you’re supposed to share, sweet girl.” He chastises softly, almost pouting, before he closes the gap to capture your lips with his own, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He moans softly at the taste of Steve's cum on your tongue, the pretty sound so perfect on your ears, only reminding you that Bucky was yet to be touched, focusing on yours and Steve's pleasure instead of his own. How very like him.

You rest your hand on his stomach as you kiss him back, gliding your fingers lower and lower until you reach the waistband of the underwear that he was still somehow wearing. You ping the elastic against his skin, smiling into the kiss when he only leaned closer. 

He shudders as your hand finally slides past the band, wrapping around his cock and pulling him out. Neither of you made any move to remove his underwear, you both knew he was far too gone, too desperate to wait any longer, so you squeeze the base of his cock, pulling away from the kiss only to look at him.

Hair mussed, light eyes the darkest you'd ever seen them, as he watches every little move you make for him, his lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed pink. He finally looks as wrecked as Steve, who was still getting over the fact that he just came in his best friend's mouth. 

You move your hand slowly at first, stomach fluttering with every strangled moan that caught in Bucky's throat, "You're all talk, ain't you Buck?" 

"Fuck, doll- please- I need to come." He groans, eyes fluttering shut when you kiss his neck, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, arm wrapping around your waist.

"You look as desperate as our Stevie right now, James." You tease, but still speed up your hand for him, swirling your thumb across the slit to hear his breath hitch in his throat. 

Bucky looks over at Steve then, giving a light-hearted scoff at the sight of him rock hard again, stroking slowly at his cock as he enjoys the show in front of him. 

"Fuckin' super soldier." Bucky laughs, laying his cheek on your shoulder, groaning softly as his eyes flutter closed.

You can tell how close he is, moving his head to tuck right into the crook of your neck, talking himself away like he tends to do, "Fuck, feels so good, sweetheart. 'M so close- Never felt this good before, doll." 

You were used to his nicknames by now, years of him calling you 'doll' more than he used your actual name usually had you rolling your eyes, but now, like this, it makes your stomach flutter. 

It wasn't much longer till he was coming onto both of your stomachs, hot spurts painting your skin as Bucky's hips twitched forward with every second he comes, groaning as you continue to stroke him.

Steve follows yet again not long after, and a glance over to him laid against the headboard with his abdomen covered in his own spend has you blushing, never mind the fact that he'd just had his fingers inside you, and his cock in your mouth. 

Bucky quickly cleans up your stomach with his discarded shirt, along with his own before he tosses it to Steve with a chuckle. 

You’re all glowing, surprised by the complete lack of awkwardness despite all the things that had just happened in Bucky's hotel room. Instead, you all huddle together on the bed, your head laid on Steve's shoulder as Bucky rested his on your stomach, your fingers naturally finding themselves threading through his hair. 

"Well, that was fucking amazing," Bucky murmurs, a content smile on his face as he looks over at you and Steve, his arms around your waist.

"Yeah, it was." Steve agrees, moving one of his hands through Bucky's hair too, before draping his arm above your head. 

You go quiet for a moment, the afterglow not quite enough to keep the anxiety at bay anymore, "I just wish we'd done this earlier."

They know what you mean, they know what you’re insinuating, and the room falls silent. None of you could deny the dangers, the uncertainty ahead of you, but that didn't mean you couldn't enjoy the time you had up until that moment you’d all have to risk everything again.

"We can't think like that, baby," Bucky speaks first, his voice soft, gentle and yet serious, "I know it's hard not to, but we can't focus on the regrets. If anything, we just need to live the best we can with what we've got... and if I've got you two, I don't need anything else."

You nod, pressing your face into Bucky’s hair, although you can’t see Steve's face, you know that he agrees, his fingers brushing against your arm affectionately. 

"Bucky's right. Let's just enjoy this, lord knows we've all been pining for each other for years." 

You chuckle softly, having needed this soft moment for a long while, feeling warm and loved between them, hoping they feel it too.

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Size Kink with Clark Kent

A/N: I can’t get him out of my head.

Clark who is so big you gasp when you first see his hard cock. He only smiles, slightly goofily, at your shocked expression. You shouldn’t be surprised really. He was a big guy in general - tall, broad, large hands, wide shoulders, biceps bigger than your head… it only made sense that his dick would accompany all of that in its size. You just hadn’t expected it to be so large.

Luckily Clark is big on foreplay, loving nothing more than making out until you’re a writhing mess begging for him to take the next step. He is also a big fan of making you come at least twice before he even considers taking off his own clothes. Because of his overall large state, it means his fingers fill you pretty well. So that usually comes first, him pumping his thick digits in you until you whine his name. Then he cleans up the mess you’ve made with his tongue, getting drunk on the taste of you and making you come again. Only then does he consider himself.

It still catches you slightly off guard every time you see it, just how big he truly is. You love it though. Staring at him and thinking about how he couldn’t possibly fit all of that inside you but knowing that he’ll find a way. And most guys are cocky about their size, usually offering you a patronising “you can take it” but Clark is different. Clark will whisper sweet nothings in your ear to relax you, maybe offer a pet name or two to make you feel good. Then he’ll ease into you, willing to stop and prep you some more with his hands or tongue if he notices you’re not quite ready yet. You’ll insist you’re fine, willing to be absolutely wrecked by him. But Clark won’t take that, he prefers if your pussy is as slick and pliant as possible. He likes having that effect on you.

But he finally sinks into you, bottoming out to the hilt, he finds it hard to hold back. You feel so good around him after all, squeezing every inch of him. And boy, are there a lot of inches. His large hands will grip tightly at your waist, your hips, your thighs, your tits, anything he can reach and engulf the plains of your skin. His strength means he can bounce you up and down on his cock easily, either to help you ride him, to make you rock back and forth when you’re on all fours, or to slide up and down the bed. The force of his thrusts always make the bed shake, the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly, no matter what.

Never does he cover your mouth when you start making the noises he loves to hear. He lets them echo around the room as he continues to pound into you. You’re so easy to move around, he could have you in any position he wanted. But he doesn’t care about that, his main focus is your pleasure and what you want. He isn’t ignorant to the fact that you love how big he is, in every aspect. So he makes a point of it. He wraps an arm around your neck if he’s hitting from behind so you can feel his bicep flex against your throat. He crowds himself over you so your vision is obstructed by the width of his shoulders. He’ll tap his cock against your wet pussy and show you how deep he goes into you by resting it against your tummy. He loves the way your eyes practically bulge out of your skull at the sight of that.

And due to his stamina, he won’t stop until you’ve orgasmed multiple times. Only then does he give you a break before tempting you into another round a little while later by showcasing the sheer size of himself to you. You’re always happy to jump right back on him after that.