MORNINGS LIKE THIS

Can you write a kaz x reader where reader has the habit of stealing the crows clothes and one day starts shamelessly stealing kaz's clothes? Like she starts out small and then works her way up to his hat and coat?

Sure thing, here it is. I think it didn't work out as I planned, but here we go. I hope you like it? I'm quite sure I really suck at this request thing tbh, but maybe I'll get better at some point hopefully:(

It started with stealing Jesper’s shirts and it was understandable – Jesper was your best friend, so you let yourself take his clothes. But then Wylan came along, so you took a respectful step back as you wanted him to be the one wearing Jesper’s clothes. Spoiler: Wylan didn’t really get it at first, so you had to explain it to him very carefully and when he blushed furiously, you only laughed and helped him steal Jesper’s clothes.

Time for Nina’s clothes came around then. You started stealing her dresses and skirts because they were very comfortable. Sometime later you discovered that Inej’s clothes were very comfy, too.

And when Wylan started wearing Jesper’s clothes daily, you started sneaking into his room to steal his big sweaters, too.

Jesper sniggered at you: “You made him steal my clothes, so you could steal his? Clever, buttercup, clever.”

You only shrugged your shoulders, it wasn’t like your stealing was a real thing. It was just something that calmed you and brought a comfort with itself. Crows knew you were an orphan, so their presence was something that affected you deeply. You had your own family finally. You weren’t alone and scared and beaten up in some filthy corner of evil Ketterdam. but sometimes you had to remind yourself of it.

So Crows weren’t really mad about it. Sometimes they just teased you and bet which one’s clothes you would be wearing the following day.

But you weren’t brave enough to steal Kaz’s clothes at first. He was your friend and family, too, but he was also your leader and boss, so you decided to keep your distance.

Kaz’s presence brought a little bit of comfort, too. He was the one who took you in and offered a job. You were an excellent thief, you could pick any lock that you came across.

But something changed after one particular heist when you almost got yourself killed. You tripped while running and one of the guard, who was patrolling the building you and the Crows broke into, swung his sword at you and you were completely sure this was your sad end.

But Kaz appeared and knocked guard out with his cane. He nudged you then with it and urged you to stand up and run.

So you were a little shaken up and you couldn’t sleep, so you went down to the Slat’s kitchen to drink some milk and calm yourself down.

You were siting by the table, shivering. It was cold. Damn Ketterdam.

You didn’t want to go back to your room yet.

But the closest thing you could wear was a black jacket of Kaz Brekker. It was hanging lonely on the one of the chairs.

You heisted at first but after a while full of shivering you decided to slip your arms into sleeves of the black jacket.

It was nice, thick, smooth and it smelled just like Kaz. Scent of burnt wood, cedar and… almonds? hit your nostrils. You were home again. You calmed a little bit.

“Are you comfortable?” You almost jumped out of your skin. You turned around. Kaz was standing in the doorway.

“Saints! Kaz! Why are you sneaking on me like this?!” When he didn’t respond, you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Right,” you mumbled. “Sorry about the jacket. I just… I was cold and it was here, so I just grabbed it. And it’s very comfy!” you added, trying to grin.

Kaz grunted: “Whatever. You may have it as I don’t like it anyway. And the next time, try not to trip over your feet, your skills are too valuable to be wasted.” And like that Kaz Brekker was gone.

This was harsh and cold, but you knew it was the way Kaz Brekker actually said that he cared about you. So you let yourself smile a little.

It was easier for you to grab something of Kaz after that night. You wore it a little and then returned it to him.

You thought you were sneaky and that he didn’t notice.

But he actually could smell fresh scent of your perfume on his belongings. He didn’t say anything though. He was kind of amused by your “sneaky” behaviour, you were a thief for saint’s sake and you made this stupid mistake?

One day you had to run some errands real quick, but it was cloudy and cold, so you wanted to dress properly, but your coat was in hamper ready to get cleaned. You cursed and then… then you noticed Kaz’s long, woollen coat hanging next to the door. You grined to yourself, took it and went out.

And you went in full shameless mode of stealing Kaz’s clother after that day.

Some piece of his clothes was always in your wardrobe.

“At first you had a little bit of decency not to do it so openly at least,” Kaz grumbled at you. “Stop fooling around. Don’t you have your own clothes?”

“But it gives my comfort. I promise I won’t ruin it!” you always said then.

So Kaz only sighted and rolled his eyes. It was true though, you were always very careful with Crow’s clothes.

And to be honest, Kaz liked seeing you in his clothes deep down. It made him realise that you belonged there, in Slat with Crows and with him.

And one day it was raining heavily and Kaz couldn’t find his coat. He immediately knew it was you doing.

And he wasn’t wrong, because when the Slat’s door opened suddenly, there you were.

Wrapped tightly in his coat, with his hat on your head, rain dripping over your frame. And when he saw your hair tucked under the collar of his woollen coat and your cheeks that cold wind coloured with pink, he felt himself actually blushing.

So he only grunted: “You’re being ridiculous right now. Give it back, I have to go out.”

You grinned innocently and handed him his garments.

“Sorry, Kaz, I just had to do something really quickly outside.” He knew you weren’t sorry. You just came to like teasing him.

“Ridiculous,” he grunted again and went out, not looking back at you and hating himself of how much he actually liked your lingering scent on his clothes.

“Ridiculous,” he repeated.

I Can Teach You

dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count // 1,858

warnings // SMUT(18+) minors DNI!, swearing, innocence kink, undefined age gap (reader is 21+), use of pet names, oral (both m and f receiving), slight dry humping, mentions of smoking

summary // Bucky teaches Y/n what she missed out on in college

“-And this is my little girl, Y/n.” Your father introduces you to the man in front of you; his eyes roam your body for a second, taking you in. You were too naive to take any notice and instead, give him a warm smile as he places his hand on your arm before giving it a tight squeeze, “Y/n. S’pretty name. I’m Bucky.” You notice his hand lingering a lot longer on your arm than when he introduced himself to the other women at the party. In fact, he had only shook hands with them. But, of course, you shook it off, guessing that it could be because he was closest to your father of all people.

“So, Y/n, how’s it feel to be living back home? Missin’ college yet?” Bucky asks, leaning closer to you so you could hear over the loud conversations happening around you both. “Um, I love being home, actually. College wasn’t what everyone hyped it up to be.” You mumble. Bucky notices the way your hands bunched up the end of the tiny black skirt you were wearing. “Y’alright, sweetie?” His voice was soft as he spoke into your ear. “Y-yeah, just hate these parties my parents throw. ‘Think I might go upstairs and recollect myself,”

“I’ll keep you some company, then. Lead the way,” You frowned. “It’s okay, I couldn’t ask you to leave the party, really.”

“I insist,” He places his hand on the curve of your back. You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his touch, and instead of arguing, you tell yourself he was just being polite, and that you wanted the company. Leading him up the stairs, you audibly sighed when the hallway was clear of anyone from the party; you could feel yourself growing more anxious, though, when you subconsciously lead Bucky to your room.

He takes in the scenery of your small, but elegant room. The walls were painted a cream color with a few band posters scattered on each. Your bed sat in the middle of the room, boxes from college spread out everywhere. “I’m sorry about the mess,” You quickly bent down, pushing boxes out of the way, “I haven’t had the energy to unpack.”

Bucky felt blood rush to his cock as the sight of you bent over, your pink cotton panties peeking out from your skirt, teasing him. He tried to look away, but you had let out a small groan while pushing the last box out of the way, before standing fully and facing the now flustered man, standing with his hands deep inside his pockets. “So,” He clears his throat, “You don’t miss anything about college? Surely, the boys, if not the partying.”

You roll your eyes and take a seat on the edge of your bed. Bucky does the same, sitting close enough for your knees to touch. “No, boys didn’t like me very much- and parties weren’t my thing.” You play with your fingers and ignore the stare Bucky was giving you. “I don’t believe that, sweetie. Boys would very much like you.” He placed his warm hand on your exposed thigh, giving it a squeeze of assurance. You were caught off guard by the gesture but didn’t dare move. “I’ve never even had a kiss before, sir.”

His hands inch up more, dangerously close to your throbbing core; you didn’t understand why you were feeling like this, and with your dad’s friend, of all people. “Have you ever thought about what it’d feel like?” His thumb was tracing circles into your thigh. You spread your legs wider, sending him a genuine, innocent look, “Yes.” You weren't sure whether he had meant a simple kiss or more, but you were willing to find out.

“I can teach you some stuff. I was in college once, you know.” You moan as he presses the pad of his thumb onto your clothed pussy, the pressure adding a whole new sensation you’ve never felt before. You dip your head back, rutting your hips to apply more pressure than what Bucky was giving you, shocking yourself with the action. “My dad could walk in-”

“Shh, nobody knows what we’re doing. Unless you want me to stop?” He jerks his hand away suddenly and your eyes grow wide, “No, please- want more, please, Bucky.” You beg, dropping to your knees in between his legs, your big doe eyes staring up at him. Bucky’s hard cock was pressing against his jeans uncomfortably. He’d be torturing himself if he kept teasing you any longer. “Come er,”

He pulls you into his lap and kisses the corner of your mouth, before placing his lips onto yours. You stiffen for a moment, but relax into the kiss, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. He bites your bottom lip and you moan, rocking your hips against him, the material of his jeans creating just the right amount of friction. “Y’wanna feel good, hm?” He grabs your waist and guides you to rock back and forth against his hard-on, causing a tight pit in your stomach to form. “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

He lifts you up momentarily to lie you down on the bed, lying flat on your back. “This okay?” His fingers dip into the waistband of your skirt, tugging only slightly as he waits for a response. You nod at him and lift your hips so he’d have easier access, and his mouth waters at your dripping wet cunt. “Such a pretty pussy, honey.” He spreads your legs and begins to trail wet open mouth kisses up your legs, going agonizingly slow once he reaches your thighs, close to your core.

You whimper at the feeling of his hot breath blowing air into your heat. “Be patient.” He kisses your pussy before pressing his tongue flat against it; “Oh, my god-” You grab his head, your instincts making you tug him away. He continues to eat you out now, moaning into you as you pull his hair. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you for a moment; here you were, in your room, your dad's friend between your legs as he completely devoured you- all while your parents were downstairs, hosting a party.

The guilt you felt was soon replaced as the coil in your stomach unraveled. “I think I'm-” You whimper, not able to finish telling him as you cum. He swallows up all of you, licking you clean. “Taste so good,” He mumbles, massaging your shaking thighs. You feel your whole body relax into the bed; you were starting to hate that this was the first time you've felt such pleasure. “We should head back soon, sweetie-”

“Can I...suck you off?” You weren't ready to go back out to the party. You wanted to return the favor.

His cock was still pressed against the zipper of his pants, and he wasn't planning on releasing himself now that you were willing. “Take me out, then.” He watches as you happily jump up from your bed and drop to your knees in front of him, your shaky hands undoing his belt buckle and pulling him out. He hisses as you take him in your hands, tilting your head while gazing up at him. You never did this before, but it didn't mean you were clueless. Bucky had started to mumble something under his breath before you took him in your mouth.

“Ah, s-shit,” You swirl your tongue over his tip, then slowly wrap your lips around him fully. You were making your way slowly down the base of his length when he gripped the back of your head and thrust himself into your mouth. You grip either side of his thighs, feeling hot tears brim your eyes as you try to recover. “S-sorry, honey...felt too good.” You silently nod and continue until you've nearly taken all of him in your mouth. It felt so foreign, yet the moans and curses leaving the man's lips gave you butterflies; you loved it.

When you hallow out your cheeks, he grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail, fucking your mouth now that he knows you can take it. “So good for me, doll.” Bucky grunts as the familiar feeling builds up in his stomach, “I'm gonna cum,” He warns, but you take your hand and begin to jerk him off.

Bucky holds your head in place while he shoots ropes of his salty cum down in your mouth. You instantly swallowed the load and pulled back, your mouth popping as he took his cock out. You look up at him with a wide smile.

Bucky wanted to take a picture of the sight in front of him; your hair was mussed from his hands being tangled in it and your mascara was smudged from your tears, “Did I do good?” You whisper, waiting for some sort of praise from the man. “Sweetie, you did fucking amazing,” He wipes his thumbs over your face, cleaning the mess he had made of you.

You swelled up with pride and beamed up at him, you opened your mouth to thank him before there was a sharp knock on your door.

“Sweetie, you in here?” Your dad's muffled voice asks. You quickly swallow the lump in your throat and answer, “Y- yes daddy! I had a headache so I came up here, one second!” The lie fell from your lips and you stood to your feet, finally meeting Bucky’s gaze. He was smirking down at you. “Sorry about this-'' You grab his collar and drag him over to the closet before pushing him in and closing the sliding doors. You then grab your skirt off the floor and quickly tug it on before sliding your panties under the bed. You walk over to your door and open it up to see your father impatiently leaning on the frame.

“Oh, sweetie-” he takes in your appearance, “Have you been crying? if your headache was that bad you should've come to me or your mom,” You quickly shake your head at him and try to hide the obvious blush that crept onto your face, “M’fine, just gonna take a bath and go to bed.”

Your dad squints at your odd behavior, but doesn't question it further. “Alright. Did you happen to see Bucky leave or anything before we came up here?” You raised your brows at him, pretending to think, before shaking your head, “No, not after you introduced us. heard him say something about going outside for a smoke.” You really hoped he was a smoker. “Ah, makes sense- probably talking to Steve out there. Night, sweetie.”

As soon as you shut your door, Bucky steps out of the closet and walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist, “Sure you never hid anyone from him before? you're awfully good at it.” He teases. You shake your head. He leans down and pressed a long, sweet kiss to your lips before winking at you, “Your dad invited me over for the game next weekend. looking forward to seeing you then, sweetie.”

Maze runner boys ~ What they like about your looks ~

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Minho:

- Minho always loves you legs.

- Minho's likes to squeeze you thighs, so much he kinda does it on a daily basis.

- You drive Minho crazy when you wrap your legs around him in hugs.

- Minho also thinks that your thighs make nice pillows.

- Minho would occasionally whine about how cold his hands are and of course he'd slide them in between your thighs. He loves how warm they are.

- Don't be surprised if Minho constantly banters you to sit on his lap, he likes feeling you spread when you sit on him. He also gets better access to your thighs and a view.

Newt:

- Newt loves everything about you so what he likes can vary depending on his mood.

- But the first thing that stood out to him was your smile

- You smile was genuine.

- Newt never really see's genuine smiles any more, not in a place like the maze.

- Your positive and bubbly makes everything so much better.

- Newts less stressed and realises that there are plenty of good things to live for and better things to find out there.

- When your not smiling Newt knows somethings wrong and he will give you as many hugs and kisses you need to make you feel better.

- Newt wants to be the person to make you smile...this does cause tension when Thomas arrived in the glade.

Thomas:

- Thomas liked you eyes and the way they would gaze at him.

- Its like reading a thousands words.

- The two of you have fun talking with your eyes. It bugs the hell out of Chuck. Newt and especially teresa.

- You never had to use words with Thomas he just new, it was good having someone who could understand you so well.

- You play a big role in Thomas's want and determination even more then Teresa much to her annoyance.

- Your eyes are the thing that mesmerises Thomas, sometimes they make him want you bad.

- Don't be surprised if Thomas pins you against a wall suddenly, if you have that look in your eyes. He wont hold back.

Gally:

- Gally likes your hips not in just a sexual way.

- When you allow Gally to rest his hands on your hips he has overwhelming feelings of happiness and pride.

- He's honoured that you consider him close enough to allow him to touch you.

- Gally would never touch u if you felt uncomfortable and he doesn't wanna get thrown on the pit.

- Gally also loves draping his arms around you waist/hips, reminding him of how small you are.

- With this promotion Gally is one of your key protectors.

- He always looks out for you and keeps the other boys of your back.

- This was the start of a passionate and trusting relationship.

I need help finding an azriel fic.

I hasn’t finished it and when I left the app it just disappeared.

It’s an enemies to lovers where the reader is a healer and specialises in healing Illyrian wings. At some point azriel and reader have to fly together to Windhaven. The last part i read was when Morrigan and Cassian came to Readers house after reader had hooked up with someone they met at Rita’s.

The fic also switches between first person readers pov and third person azriel pov.

Maze runner boys ~ When they finally figured out you are the one ~

Minho:

- Ok Minho was in way over his head. You were hard to catch literally...

- Minho has ran into you multiple times in the maze, every time you ran away from him...

- Minho was so confused but he never told anyone bout you as he knew no one would believe him

- Till one day you literally just roamed straight into the glade

- When Minho finally saw you like up close he was already sold

- He started wondering what your name was and how beautiful your voice would sound like when you say his name (no not like that! NOT TODAY SATAN!!)

- Minho really started falling for you when you started telling him about all your wonderful stories

- About the outside, bout your own experiences in that maze and much more

- You were just so smart, funny and all around amazing

- You never fail to surprise him

- You also continued to teach something new to Minho everyday weather it be how to kill a griever or the teaching him about wifi password

- Thats when he figured it out, that you are the one

- That you were both capable of making it out the maze and starting a life together

- He can tell by the way you stare up into his eyes, the way your hands glide across his body checking for injuries or the fact that you only had eyes for him

- And the only person who ever uttered the words "i love you" to him

Thomas:

- Thomas had been so caught up with Teresa...not that it ever bothered you but it bothered Thomas

- Yes Thomas liked Teresa but he soon found himself fawning over you

- He's mind would betray him as he would stay up late at night pondering on what you meant to him

- He always wonder about thins like what are you doing right now, what do you dream about or who do you want to be

- Thomas wants someone who will fight and survive the long run, Teresa have proven doubtful

- You made Thomas doubt Teresa but you also made him doubt himself

- Not in a way that made him think badly of himself but in a way that just built him up even more

- Even thought you were always on the side lines you still proved yourself just as important as anyone in the glade

- Thomas looks towards you for guidance, support and most of all love

- When Thomas walked over to your bed kneeled down and started crying in your lap. He knew you were the one through the way your stroked his hair, the warmth of you hands and when you told him "The truth is Thomas, if i could be with anyone..it'd still be you"

- That day you inspired Thomas, you made him feel truly loved.

- You didn't care about his great mistake no, you loved Thomas for Thomas and theres nothing more to it

Newt:

- it did not take him very long to figure it out. Having lost so many people he has loved he definitely didn't plan on losing you.

- The thing that stood out to him the most about you was your undying devotion towards your family.

- You were so selfless and were always willing to help. It didn't matter who it was you were there.

- You always devoted yourself to your work, completing the tasks to the best fo your abilities. Newt was always grateful.

- Newt soon found himself staring at you, that way your messy hair would draped to the sides of your face the occasion strand flying around.

- Newt just couldn't help but admire and adore you, you never wanted to harm anyone and always did what was best. Hence making Newt feel and overwhelming passion to protect you.

- Newt finally fell for you, when he entered into the med jack for a cut had on is hand. The way your soft hands glided over his skin, your soft touch was something he craved.

- Newt soon realised that he wanted you, he wanted you so bad that it kinda hurt.

- Newt couldn't stand when you started getting close to Gally. Thought he understood in you wanted him.

- Newt decided right then and there that he would fight for you, cause you were worth it.

- He want's to hold you and love you for as long as he can. He wanted to live for you and if you get out hope to have a family.

Gally:

- It took a long time for Gally to figure out that he's fallen for you.

- Gally didn't want to admit this fact let alone accept it.

- Sadly Gally only realised he care when he messed up....

- You and Gally got into a heated argument things got bad, some of the things he said hurt but you didn't show it.

- Gally however knew what had to be done, he eventually found you in the deadheads

- This time around Gally finally new how to return the affection.

- Gally wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a forced hug.

- Gally would then apologise and tell how he really felt.

- That he thought your strong, beautiful and the only one for him.

- From there Gally was not afraid of him emotions, you actually taught him how to accept them for what they were. And instead to stop running and grow into a better person.

- Gally will forever be grateful for all the things you taught him.

This is one of the best pictures of him that I have ever seen 🥰

(please add your favorite pictures of him. I want to see)

Sirius x Reader

Prompt: 10. Where’s your shirt?

Warnings: light smut?

“Y/n baby please, I’m desperate,” Sirius begged and you let out a laugh.

“Yeah well what else is new,”

“Ooh, she got you there Padfoot!” James hollered from a few feet away in the common room, to which Sirius ignored.

“Please I need your help, or I will fail this herbology test!”

“Alright, only because you asked so nicely,” you said with an eye roll.

“Thank you y/n, you’re a goddamn angel! Heaven on earth really,” Sirius said grabbing your hand kissing it. You couldn’t help but blush, and so you turned away.

“We should work someplace quieter, I’ll meet you in your dorm in 5 minutes.” You called over your shoulder, heading as quickly as you could up to your dorm to grab your books (and collect yourself).

You couldn’t see but Sirius didn’t take his eyes off you until you were out of sight. On his face was the giddiest smile. Meanwhile, you were trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. Calm down! It’s just Sirius, you joke around all the time! It’s not like anything is gonna happen between you guys, Sirius hits on anyone with a pulse, it doesn’t mean anything. Right?

You walked into his room, textbook in hand, to find Sirius leaning against his wall completely shirtless. You always thought he was cute, but quidditch had done him well. His lean body was now toned, with strong arms that were often covered under rolled up robes. You could see his deep v line poking out from his pants. His eyes lit up as you walked in and he smirked seeing you in the doorway.

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kaz x mute reader headcanons!

summary: kaz dating a mute reader

warnings: none!

A/N: this was such a neat request & I hope I’m on point with this one - I have a mute cousin so I feel like I’m going in the right direction with this

Okay, to start things off - Kaz wouldn’t think anything of it

He’s not a guy that would worry about how it would impact a relationship

Throughout his entire life, he’s been insanely quiet - only speaking when need be. And that’s something that drove a lot of people away

So with you, he feels like he can be himself

It makes him feel safe & comforted, and he wants to provide those same feelings to you

He priorities communication, wanting you to feel heard & recognized

So the first thing he does is places a notepad and pen on the corner of his desk

You both spend most of your time there, Kaz quietly working while you organize all of his papers filled with chicken scratches

When he’s deep into his work, it’s hard to snap him out of it

So the paper is there for you to write down things to communicate with him

Kaz eventually becomes trained to snap out of his work when he hears your pen against paper

It’s like Pavlov’s dog salivating when the bell rings

His head immediately snaps up and he stares at you until you’re done jotting down the message

It becomes a running joke among the Dregs how Kaz continues to snap to attention when someone starts writing on paper

“You’ve got him trained!”

Another thing he does is beginning to craft your own custom sign language

He becomes immediately concerned that someone could “intercept” the messages when you two are signing back and forth while on heists

So he creates an entire custom language, specially fit for heists

Long phrases that would have needed multiple signs now only needs one

There’s a sign for “go, now”

Another for “meet at rendezvous point”

Even one for “Jesper is late”

You of course help in the creation, advising him to base the new signs roughly off the old ones - so it’s not entirely foreign

He loves your input and it helps to tone down his mind that literally races with ideas

Once you two master it, it’s so fun having a secret language all to yourselves

Eventually all the other Crows begin learning it and they find its far easier to sign to one another rather than mouthing words

It becomes a second nature for all of the crew

Laced Around Your Throat

Summary: Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it. 

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2.5K 

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, voyeurism,  cockwarming, oral (m receiving), fingering (x 2), choking, very brief daddy kink (mentioned once)

 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵) However no permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post any parts of my stories anywhere (reblogs are great). 

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A/N: Requested. 

Steve runs New York with an iron fist, sharing his wealth and power with his best friend Bucky. His legitimate businesses are lucrative fronts for the state’s largest criminal organizations. Rumors run rampant through the boroughs about the golden hair CEO and the mysterious brunet known only to the public as the Winter Soldier, however, no one dares to say anything too loud.

No one is brave enough to risk his wrath. Louder than the rumors of the mob boss are the whispers about what happens to his enemies. 

He has the police in his pocket, the governor on speed dial, and senators begging for a meeting. 

While people know of Steve Rogers, very few know the man behind his meticulously crafted façade. 

Steve has worked hard to keep his name away from his more nefarious dealings, content to let others take credit for his handiwork. It’s easier for him to rule when people are unaware of everything that he owns. His privacy is more important to him than the notoriety that comes with his status. 

There is one thing, one person, he does claim. 

You.

Oh, Steve loves you. You belong to him. His feral need to claim you that grows more powerful each day. He’s not happy until he’s fucked you senseless, so thoroughly and deeply, that you feel him long after he’s slipped out of your tight warm pussy, his passionate lovemaking leaves you wearing his marks all over your soft thighs and chest. 

It’s a vicious cycle, seeing you marked up makes him want to mark you even more. Hearing you scream out his name as he fucks you makes him go harder until you’re wrecked, overstimulated and limp on the bed. A vicious cycle that you can’t get enough of. Neither can he. 

But nothing compares to how his hand curves perfectly around your throat, your skin painted with bruises from his thick fingers, lips, and teeth. Steve knows only one thing will look better around your throat. 

His name. 

He had the necklace designed by a French artist and handcrafted by an Italian jeweler. The black diamonds woven throughout the collar enhanced the colorful crimson rubies, his name etched in the braided tassel that could be split apart and attached to the ends of the necklace, hanging in loops over your collarbone. 

Or it can be left down, dropping between your breasts, his name twisting with each sway of the chain. When Steve saw how perfectly it fit on you, he knew it was worth every penny, he would spend millions to have more commissioned for you. His girl. 

The night he put it on you, seeing his name on against your skin changed something in him. His alpha side reaching new heights. You watched in awe and heady anticipation as he swiftly removed his clothes, ordering you to stay still. 

“Sweetheart, now is not the time to tease me, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do.” He swore, his voice deepening the longer he stared at you. 

Steve’s hands trembled with the urge to choke you, his desire to be inside you overwhelming his senses, all he could see was you splayed on his gigantic bed, naked and ready for him. The necklace glinting under the lights; the sight fraying his barely there control. When you tugged on it, murmuring his name, he snapped. 

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