Jester

dbf!steve + golden boy reputation + your dad constantly teasing him about settling down + him meeting you someplace quiet in your house to absolutely ruin you and whisper all the filth he can in your eyes.

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god & steve is very a oh i don’t really ever wanna get married type of guy but then he meets you and it’s supposed to be just a fling but turns out, he’s falling in love with you

so when you’re away at his cabin and he’s whispering sweet filth into your ear as he rocks his hips against yours he mumbles “be mine, i don’t wanna share you with anyone else, sweetheart.” 🥺

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Request:  Please can you do a smut one with tony stark x reader? Maybe with him teasing her? And things like that please? (Tony being dom) and I like your fics btw💕

Warnings: Basically all smut, Dom Tony, Little spanking, Daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex, NSFW IMAGES! 18+

Authors Note: I’m not really attracted to Tony so this was a bit hard for me to write but I went through with it ya’ll haha. And I added some plot to it. I hate getting straight to smut too fast unless it’s a blurb. 

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hi el! what is dadsbestfriend!bucky is your boss at your new job? he openly praises, and you try to hide how much you like it, but he loves to make you squirm?

⟶ boss • dadsbestfriend!bucky

word count || ~ 1,000 words

warnings || heavy praise kink, breeding kink, heavy & undefined age gap [reader is mid-20’s, bucky is late 30’s], talk of imposter syndrome [brief], sweet & fluffy bucky, bucky reassures reader, slight mocking & degradation, pet-name [gumdrop], unprotected sex, leather kink [brief], fingering, denied orgasm, ass-slapping/grabbing, bucky finishes in reader, cum-play — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || so i miss dadsbestfriend!bucky a lot

“Hey Bucky, I have the photocopy’s you made. Oh and I think Margaret said that your 3pm got moved to 4pm, but it’s just up the street at Bluefin.” You finally exhaled after plopping the sheets on Bucky’s desk.

He looked at you, chuckling as he pushes away from his desk and stood up.

“Hey, gumdrop?” He asked, a fluttery feeling in your chest as you hummed with eager eyes.

“How many times have I had to remind you that you’re not my secretary?” You dropped your head, you felt a little embarrassed, but you just loved being able to work with Bucky—even if it was for him.

“You’re my head of communications, yeah? That means I want you to focus on your job. You didn’t get all those degrees to run back and forth from the photocopier.”

His words made you feel...important. Effectively kicking your imposter syndrome out the door and filling you with confidence.

He lifted your chin with a gloved metal finger, “and you’re doin’ a fantastic job.”

You signed, smiling, “thanks Buck, I needed to hear that.”

He hummed in return, wrapping his arms around you before you were melting into his touch. Bucky smelled like clean linen, a hint of leather, and oak.

It made things feel alright.

“Anytime, gumdrop.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before you’re growing apart no standing on your own.

The rest of the day seemed to go by both rather slowly but all too fast and the sun had began setting over the skyscrapers that was New York City.

“C’mere, gumdrop.” Bucky whispered, pulling you into his office as you squeaked and let out a laugh before you were pressed against his office door.

Fucking your boss was one thing, but fucking your boss who also happened to be your dad’s best friend? Well, that was part of the thrill.

“Ever since you came in my office this mornin’, I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ of takin’ you against these big windows,” he purrs in your ear before you feel a leather gloved crawl up your thigh and grip your ass.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He then asks, “I think you deserve too, you know that, gumdrop?”

That damn nickname sends another shiver rolling throughout your body.

“Really?” Your breath hiccups, stuttering and catching in your throat.

“Really, gumdrop. You’ve been workin’ so hard for me. ‘M really proud of you.” Your praise kink activates, a mewl falling from your lips.

“Now can you continue bein’ a good girl and go stand in front of the windows?” He asks and you nod your head, slowly moving your legs until you were stood looking over the city.

“Love when you wear dresses to work,” he hums, biting his lip as he flips it up and over your waist.

“Feel what you’ve done to me?” His hands are on your hips as he pulls your ass against his crotch—cock hard.

You let a moan slip, feeling your panties being moved to the side before a cool leather finger is sliding through your folds.

“Hmm, so this is what praise does to you, gumdrop.” He chuckles deeply as he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves and begins to toy with it.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, bet I could just,” his fingers are now inside of you, “slip right in.”

There was nothing to grip onto, just clean, smooth glass under your palms as Bucky slowly fucked you with gloves fingers.

“Mmm, not yet,” he removes his fingers, a whine passing through your chest at the orgasm denial.

“Oh hush, you’re ‘bout to get my cock, gumdrop,” he smacks your ass lightly, a shock running through you before you’re being stretched by him.

He fits so nicely, snug and tight as you squeeze him and keep him warm.

Bucky grunts, wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady as his hips gyrate against yours.

“That’s a good girl, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well. And right here, in my office,” he nips at your earlobe as his voice rumbles.

“Such a good, but filthy girl,” he snaps harshly with his hips and you aren’t sure how much longer you can keep standing before your knees go out from pleasure.

“Bucky,” you moan, gripping onto his biceps as you throw your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, gumdrop, I know. You can cum, you don’t have to hold back for me.” He whispers gently, finding your clit again which throws you over the edge.

You’re waiting for Bucky to finish inside of you, filling you up and suddenly you’re craving it.

“C’mon Buck,” you’re breathless, “fill me up.”

It’s all it takes before he’s stuttering and grunting as he spills inside of you.

He’s panting, catching his breath before slowly slipping out of you and making sure to snap your panties back into place.

“There we go, wouldn’t want any of it to go to waste,” he smirks, already feeling your panties dampen with his leaking cum.

It’s a good day at the office when you get to fuck your boss.

Harleen’s Intern Part 1

“Ok y/n. You can do this. It’s no big deal, you’ve been trained for this. Plus you won’t be alone. Dr. Quinzel promised she’d be there the whole time. Breath.” You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You’ve been giving yourself this pep talk all morning. Today was the day. The day you would finally get to work with the clown prince himself. You’d spent weeks preparing yourself, reading and re-reading the Joker’s case files. Last week Dr. Quinzel informed you that you were ready to sit in on a few of his sessions. You were incredibly nervous but also excited to finally be working with a client. You’d woken up early as a result of a sleepless night but you didn’t mind. You used the extra time to actually eat a decent breakfast and take an extra long shower. You had finished putting on your makeup and you were feeling confident. It was time to go and you were ready to take on the world. Or at the very least a very psychotic criminal. You arrived at Arkham earlier than usual. Dr. Quinzel was waiting for you behind her desk when you entered her office. “Hello y/n. You’re early.” She said with a smile. “I know. I’m nervous.” You replied with a nervous grin.  Dr. Quinzel stood up from her desk. “ That’s perfectly normal. To tell you the truth I was nervous my first time too.” She winked at you and headed for the door. You followed behind and felt your heart rate increase with every step you took. “Deep breaths y/n. Don’t let him know your nervous. He feeds on that.” Dr. Quinzel advised. You nodded your head and took a few deep breaths. Before you knew it the only thing that separated you from the clown prince was a door. Dr. Quinzel placed her hand on the door knob. “Are you ready?” She asked. You tried to control your breathing but you were failing.  "As ready as I’ll ever be I suppose.“ You gave a weak smile that Dr. Quinzel returned as she opened the door.

There he was a man with vibrant green hair and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. He was already seated at the table wearing his straight jacket. There were two chairs positioned across from J where there would usually only be one. J never took his eyes off of you as you crossed the  room. As you sat down J smiled. “Well what do we have here?” You remained silent while Dr. Quinzel answered for you. “This is y/n, she’s going to be joining us for a few sessions.”  J tilted his head to one side. “How exciting.” He replied his smile growing wider. “How about we get started.” Dr. Quinzel said gaining your attention. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring at J this whole time. Well that can’t be good. So much for not attracting unwanted attention to yourself. You quickly refocused your eyes on Dr. Quinzel. Prior to entering the session you had planned on asking your own questions as Dr. Quinzel had encouraged you to do. But somewhere along the way you lost your nerve. Instead you sat quietly as Dr. Quinzel asked J a series of questions. He answered some and ignored others. After ignoring several of her questions, Dr. Quinzel decided to address his silence. “Mister J you seem distracted, What’s running through your mind right now?” She asked leaning back in her chair. J continued to stare at you as he answered. “Well Doctor.” He grinned. “ I was just imaging how it would feel to be between y/n’s legs, hearing her moan my name, begging for more.” Your eyes shot up darting from J to Dr. Quinzel. She tries to quickly put a stop to the situation. “Mister J I-” she’s cut off by J’s maniacal laughter. His eye locked with yours as he spoke again. “Tell me y/n, would you like that?” Dr. Quinzel stood up. “Enough. We’re leaving. Y/n come with me.” She stayed surprisingly calm.  You on the other hand couldn’t be more flustered. What had she said? Don’t let him make you uncomfortable? Yeah about that. Your cheeks were bright red someone on Mars could tell you were uncomfortable. You got up and followed Dr. Quinzel, you heard J let out an angry growl and heard him yell before the door fell shut. “I want an answer doll!”

The walk back to Dr. Quinzel’s office was silent. Well that session definitely didn’t  go as planned. So much for all that confidence. Now you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to face him again. As you entered Dr. Quinzel’s office she gave you an apologetic look. “Y/n I’m so sorry I didn’t think something like that would happen.” You gave her a half smile. “It’s ok. You couldn’t have known.” she walked to her desk and sat down. “Please don’t let this deter you from sitting in on his sessions. Just come back tomorrow and show him it hasn’t affected you. Maybe you should go home early today and relax before tomorrow’s session.” You nodded thankful you were able to return home. “Ok. Yeah thanks I’ll um I’ll do that.” Showing him he had not affected you however, was going to be a challenge. You returned home and changed into some comfy clothes and lounged around a bit. You spread out on your couch lazily as you replayed the events of earlier over and over again in your head. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut into a world of dreams. ‘You were back in that small white room sitting across from J. You were alone with him. Where was Dr. Quinzel? “Answer me doll.” You heard J growl. Your eyes darted back to his figure sitting across from you. His arms free of his straight jacket. This isn’t right. J stood up from chair and circled around the table leering at you. What was his question? “Tsk tsk tsk. It’s a simple question. Yes or no princess?” You didn’t know what you should say. So you simply whispered “yes.” And prayed it was the right answer. J seemed pleased as a smile had formed on his lips. He held out his hand to you and you took it. You stood and walked towards him. J grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him. “Say it doll. Say it.” He slid his hands downward gripping your ass tightly trailing light kisses down your neck and biting when he reached your collarbone. What did he want you say. Then it hit you. The question you never answered. You were just about to answer when you heard your phone go off. That’s strange, you shut your phone off when you’re at work’ You woke up still on your couch noticing your phone lit up on the coffee table. You had a message from your mom. ‘Hi sweetie!! I was just checking on you, I know today was your big day! How did it go?’ You had been asleep for a few hours and it took your eyes a few minutes to focus. You texted your mom back with a short and sweet message. 'It went great mom! Loved it!’ There was no need to worry her with what really happened you knew she would freak out. You were still pretty tired and it was late enough that you could justify going to bed early. You climbed into bed and spend the rest of the night in a dreamless stupor.

You returned to Arkham the next day and went straight to Dr. Quinzel’s office. She greeted you with a smile and seemed to be on her way out. “Hi y/n. We’re seeing Mister J a little early today, hopefully that’s not an inconvenience for you.” Your felt your stomach jump at his name and remembered the events from yesterday. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face him. “Dr. Quinzel, if you don’t mind i’d like to sit this one out. I’m not sure I’m comfortable going back in there just yet.” Dr. Quinzel gave you a sympathetic smile. “I understand, it’s ok.” She continued walking towards the door but turned around before exiting. “You know y/n, you can’t let him get to you. I understand if you need time but I would like you to continue coming to his sessions in the future.” You nodded a slight smile on your face and she walked out. You sat at Dr. Quinzel’s desk going over some case notes to keep yourself busy. You were surprised to see Dr. Quinzel return not 20 minutes later. You thought that was odd since mister J’s sessions usually lasted an hour. Whatever the reason she was back so soon, it couldn’t be good news. “Well you’re back early.” You said stating the obvious. Dr. Quinzel looked frustrated. “Mister J refused to talk about anything unless you were present.” She answers sounding a bit annoyed. You were stunned. Why would he want you there? “W-why would I need to be there?” You questioned a little hesitantly. Dr. Quinzel answered carefully. “Well, er, you see sweetie sometimes Mister J gets fixated on something. Or someone.” She paused for moment trying to find the right words. “When this happens.” She continued. “He begins to act out in order to get what he wants.”  Dr. Quinzel walked closer to her desk sitting on its edge. “I really hate to ask this of you, but it’s extremely important I get him to talk to me, will you please attend his next session?” You had a million questions running through your head but couldn’t find words to ask them. You nodded your head indicating that you would join Dr. Quinzel at the next session. She reached over and squeezed your arm a wide smile on her face. “Thank you so much y/n, I know this isn’t easy but I believe together we can help him.” She stood up getting ready to leave for another session. She was to the door when you finally found your voice. “Wait.” She turned back around. “Dr. Quinzel, why would he become.” You paused a moment and continued, using her words from earlier. “Fixated on me.” Dr. Quinzel shook her head. “I’m not sure y/n. But we have to do our best to get him unfixed. Otherwise…” She trailed off before speaking again. “Anyways don’t worry I’ll be there the whole time. I’ll catch up with you later to discuss our next session with mister J.” She waved with a smile and shut the door behind her.  What the hell was happening. He was fixated on you. You had read his case notes, you knew it wasn’t unusual for him to become obsessed with things, or people. But you never thought you’d be one of those things. And being one of Mister J’s obsessions absolutely terrified you.

Maze runner boys ~ Reaction to reader with piecing and tatts ~

Yo i got a septum done and i love it so much. It's just so typical cause my friend yet again forced me into doing some stupid shit but i hope you guys like this post. Feel free to messages me if you have any requests.

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Minho:

- Minho would have so many questions about your piercing which of coures you would not be able to answer (lol memory loss is a bitch).

- Minho would ask the typical things like wow did those hurt?, How did you get them?, Are they like a part of your body? or Did Chuck draw on u?

- Minho just thinks you look really cool and naturally wants to do more.

- Its not uncommon for Minho to trace over your tattoos as he eyes them up closely.

- Depending on what piercing you have Minho might touch them, like if there on your ears for example.

- This still doesn't mean that he wont look up your nose if you have a nose piercing's.

- It's kinda awkward but its still cute and makes you blush.

- Minho would definitely want matching tatts.

- Minho respects you and your style, simple cause it looks painful but still very cool and different.

- Minho was definitely intimidated when he first saw you.

Newt:

- When Newt say the piercing he did even know, he didn't know what to say or what to do. He knew this is not a normal thing for gladers....

- Newt would try his best not to stare at them to much, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

- Newt would be so careful as he would hate to bump them.

- Newt would also ask the occasional questions but he doesn't wanna dig to much into it.

- He still 100% support your style, he likes the bold statement you bring.

- He can see you surviving the maze, he knows how stupid that assumption is but he just can't help it.

- Newt personally wouldn't good for the piercing but a small tatt representing your love is all he needs.

- Newt would 100% defend you if any of the gladers where to ever bully you or make you feel uncomfortable with there questions or complements.

- Newt also adores all the cute jewelry you put on, he just appreciates how much you've gone through to enhance your beauty.

- Buts its no difference to him, he would still think your beautiful with or without tatts and piercings.

Thomas:

- Thomas was kinda scared if you at the start...you just gave him bad vibes

- But Thomas soon learn't how lit you actually are.

- Thomas and you would soon become insufferable.

- He can't get enough oh your wild personality and devlishly good looks.

- Thomas would be curious and want to see all your tatts and i mean all your tatts even the ones you hide. He knows its pervy but he's just do interested and wants to hear all the stories behind it.

- Thomas would still stare at your piercings not that you wind it yo much.

- Thomas would overly consider getting anything done cause he nervous that its gonna look bad.

- He would much rather stare and you, heck he could do that all day long. If he doesn't get caught by Alby of course.

Gally:

- You Gally found you mesmerising

- He was really digging the look

- Sure Teresa is good looking but your the bomb.

- Gally would mediately feel the a strong urge of attract towards to.

- Gally would strike up cute little bets like who would win an arm wrestle, who would beat who in an actually wrestle or who can lift the most.

- Your not that strong but your smart, you won a couple bets.

- Gally is kinda hopeless when it come to flirting, its more like doing bro things. But you get it and you still enjoy it.

- Gally would respect you and also become a big simp for you. Cause who wouldn't want to have such an exotic beauty.

- Your his Queen and the only one who can put him in his place.

hi! can you write a cutesy blurb with poly!marauders x reader (platonic if you are not comfortable with poly)

where there is beautiful weather and they spend time outdoors, maybe having a picnic and overall with this warm, fuzzy feeling🥺

sorry for my english:(

thank you for this request, lovely! i’ve never written a poly relationship so i hope i did this justice and you like it xx

James Potter x Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

cw: polyamory, defiant Remus, like one swear word, bit of kisses, whole lot of fluff

word count: 1.2k

School was out and you finally got to see your boys after weeks without them. It was a warm July day, the perfect day for a picnic. James's mother was kind enough to pack the four of you a picnic basket, filled to the brim with all of your favourite drinks and foods.

The four of you had just left Potter Manor, Sirius with a blanket in hand, James carrying the wicker basket and Remus with a book tucked under his arm, the other linked with yours.

"How much further, Prongs," Sirius whined. "We've been walking for at least an hour."

"Not an hour, Pads. Fifteen minutes. I told you, it's half a mile."

"Yeah? Well, I'm getting tired, and so is y/n. Look at her," he grinned.

"What are you talking about?" You laughed. "I'm fi—" You got interrupted as Sirius scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder and you squealed.

"Take this, Moony." Sirius threw Remus the blanket.

"Padfoot! Put me down!"

You were wearing a sundress and you were sure that the light breeze was going to lift your skirt and flash someone.

"C'mon, pup. Lemme have some fun." Sirius ran as best as he could while holding you. "Where to, James?" He called out.

"Just over that bridge," he yelled back.

Sirius started his trek, running to the bridge.

"Sirius, I swear. If you don't put me down right now I'm gonna puke. You know I have a sensitive stomach," you grumbled.

Sirius didn't answer, instead, he continued walking and then flipped your body back so you were in his arms bridal style. He grinned. "Did'ya enjoy the ride?"

"No," you said defiantly. He pouted. "Okay, maybe a bit."

"Good," he smiled.

He lay you down gently onto the grass and kissed you softly.

"Oi," you pulled back from Sirius and saw James and Remus walking towards the two of you, James's arm around Remus's waist. "Time to eat, babies." James grinned.

Remus set the blanket down and you took the basket from James. The four of you sat around the food, passing it around. You started with cucumber sandwiches and coffee (which Moony insisted was the only drink to bring) and when you were done, you looked into the basket for dessert.

"Moony," you gasped. "Look what we have."

You revealed a container of melted chocolate and strawberries. You took it upon yourself and dipped a strawberry in chocolate and passed it to Remus.

"No thanks, just the chocolate for me," he smiled.

"I'll take it, then." James grinned and snatched the chocolate-covered strawberry out of your hand.

"Just chocolate, then?" you asked, smirking. You dipped a finger in the chocolate and smeared it on Remus's chin. His eyes went wide.

"Don't waste the chocolate!" Remus exclaimed and Sirius laughed.

"I've gotchu, Moony. Don't worry." Sirius pulled Remus in by the collar of his T-shirt and licked the chocolate clean off his skin.

"Delicious," he grinned.

"Off, Padfoot," Remus chuckled sheepishly, putting a hand on Sirius's chest.

"All right, no more eating. Baby," James turned to you. "I told you all about the flowers, right? Let's go see 'em. It's just down the hill." He stood and grabbed your hand, hoisting you up.

"I'm coming too," Sirius announced.

"I have a book," Remus tucked it out of his back pocket. "You guys have fun."

Sirius shook his head. "C'mon, Moony. Come see the flowers with us!" He pleaded.

"In a bit," he said, his nose already buried in his book.

"Fine," Sirius huffed. He turned away and looked at you. "Let's go, then!" He took you and James by the hand and started running towards the flowers.

When you reached the bottom of the hill, your breath hitched. It was beautiful. The grass was filled with wild yellow flowers, there wasn't a spot in the field that wasn't yellow and it seemed to go on like that for miles.

"Oh, it's gorgeous," you said.

"Yep," James said. "Lay down with me."

He lay down, his arms and legs spread open as if he was making snow angels. You and Sirius curled in on either side of him, basking in the sun and looking up at the blue sky.

After a moment of admiring the sky, you sighed.

"This would be perfect if Remus were here."

Sirius looked over at you, then to James. "D'you want me to bring him?"

"If you can convince him," you smiled.

"All right, up ya get, Prongs. You're helping me." Sirius reached out a hand and hoisted James up.

"How am I gonna help?"

"Just c'mon," Sirius said. He was already hiking up the hill, James in tow.

You waited a few minutes, leaning on your hands, looking up at the clouds.

You were about to get up and check on the boys when you heard Remus, "Oi! What the fuck d'ya you're doing!"

The next thing you knew, Sirius and James were carrying an angry Remus down the hill. James holding him by his legs and Sirius carrying him by his underarms.

"We got 'im for you, y/n!" Sirius yelled.

"Thanks," you yelled back. "And thanks for coming Moony," you grinned.

Sirius and James plopped him down beside you. "Yeah, no problem," he grumbled, shoving James's leg.

"D'ya like the flowers, Rem?" you asked as James sat down cross-legged and Sirius plunked down onto his lap.

Remus seemed to have finally noticed he was sitting in a field of flowers. His eyes lit up and he plucked a flower out of the ground.

"Yeah, actually." He seemed mesmerized by the flower. "They're kinda pretty," he murmured.

You took the flower out of his hand and stuck it behind his ear. You grinned.

"Now, you're an even prettier boy than you were before, Moony." He blushed and laughed lightly. You lay down, the grass tickling your ears. "Lay on me, Remus."

He did. His head on your breast and his hand holding yours above his head.

"You too, ya goofs," you looked over at James and Sirius who were wrestling, trying to put petals in each other's hair. James grinned when he looked at you.

"Would ya like some flowers, m'lady," he teased. All you could do was smile before he and Sirius started sprinkling flowers in your hair.

When they were satisfied with the amount of decoration in your hair, they lay down. James cuddling in beside you, his nose nuzzling into your neck, and Sirius between your legs, his head resting on your stomach.

After some time, you looked over at Remus. His eyes were closed and his face completely relaxed. You couldn't tell if he was sleeping or just enjoying the sun.

You looked down at Sirius who was hugging your leg like a pillow and breathing deeply. You were sure he was sleeping.

Then you looked at James, his eyes were closed but when he sensed your eyes on him, he opened them and turned to you. He smiled softly.

"This is perfect," you whispered. "Thanks for bringing us."

"'Course baby. Anything for you guys," he murmured and kissed your nose.

You smiled and looked back up at the sky.

Today was perfect.

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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

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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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“C’mon, up.” Sirius patted his thigh as he knelt, and you planted your shoe atop his leg. He tied the black laces of your ankle before patting your ankle, telling you to lower your foot. He stood, brushing his pristine slacks.

His hand returned to yours, fingers entangled as he pulled you along through Hogsmeade. Remus had a hand on you, too, right on your lower back. James settled for walking nearby, within arms length. They liked to be touching you at all times, for safety they would say.

Sirius held the door for you as James helped you over the threshold to The Three Broomsticks. The atmosphere warmed you instantly, lanterns illuminating the tavern and hearth glowing. The four of you took your usual seats in the back.

“Bangers and mash for me, and she’ll have apple pie, and a butter beer, please.” Remus ordered for you, giving the waitress a small smile. Of course you could order for yourself, but you never wanted to. The way they would take control for you made you feel small, protected.

When your hair fell into your face, James was quick to pull your hair back, holding it for you while you took a bite. The entire time, Remus kept his paw steady on your thigh, squeezing every once in a while.

After your meal, they took you into Honeydukes for a treat. You browsed the aisles of candy, landing on a box of peppermint toads. Happy with your decision, you went to find your boyfriends. But then, another sweet caught your eye. The brightly colored box of fizzing whizzbees beckoned you forward, hand reaching out to pluck the box from the shelf.

You were only allowed one item, you knew that. So, when Remus denied you, you turned to James. Giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes, you silently pleaded with him. James was strong in his will, crossing his arms with a stern look, telling you no wordlessly. You huffed in annoyance, returning the whizzbees to the shelf.

“That’s our good girl,” Sirius cooed as he paid for your candy, handing you the small bag. “Thank you, Si.” You placed a kiss on his cheek, placing both hands on his shoulder. You reentered the brisk, fall air, the cool breeze chilling your nose. You looked up, watching the smoke that billowed from the chimneys above.

When you looked back down, you realized you were suddenly unaccompanied in Hogsmeade. The boys having wandered off into a nearby shop, leaving you by your lonesome. A boy from your class approached, “Y’look lost, sweetheart.” You blushed uncomfortably at the pet name. “O-oh no my, my-”

“It’s okay,” he slipped a hand around your waist. “Why don’t I help you find your way back to my dorm.” His tone was all too suggestive for your liking, and you knew it wouldn’t be good if-

Sirius snaked a hand beneath your hair to grab your neck. “Is he bothering you, puppy?” Remus, James, and Sirius had returned to your side, crowding around you. Remus removed the unwelcomed hand that graced your skin, squeezing so hard you feared Remus might break his bones. The boy watched as Sirius’ fists clenched by his sides and James’ jaw tightened. He stepped back, strides faltering as he stuttered, “I-I think I’ll just be going.”

“That’s a great idea, mate.” James called out as the boy turned, running back to the castle. They wouldn’t tell you what they were planning on doing to the poor boy later, but when you were passing by the hospital wing one day, you figured it out.

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I just wanna be costars with Chris and we’re tipsy in a red carpet interview and giggling together, making no sense but just being all happy and sparking dating rumours

“okay, last shot. is this a good idea?” chris’s cheeks turned red as he giggled, pouring another shot of tequila. you picked up the glass, chris putting the cap back on the bottle and grabbing his shot glass, the both of you holding them up. “to our new movie!”

“to murdering people!” he cheered and you both took the shot, and you burst into a fit of giggles as you registered what he said. “i meant.. like.. in the movie!”

“wow! spoiler alert” you slap his chest and put the shot glass down, wiping the corner of your mouth. you grabbed his arm and he looked at you, and you poked his cheeks. “oh my god, it looks like we hooked up” 

“is that a bad thing?” he winked and you laughed, letting go of him. chris walked out first and the fans screamed, the paparazzi taking pictures of him. he saw you weren’t following him and held out his hand and you took it, the both of you taking pictures together. chris bent down and put his lips next to your ear, mumbling something about the paparazzi and you laughed, chris laughing in your ear. 

you and chris took individual pictures, then headed over to an interview with a show you couldn’t name even if you were sober. the interview asked chris something and and you looked up at him as he answered, mindlessly playing with his fingers. 

“yn?” you looked up and smiled at the interviewer, chris hiding his laugh behind his hand. the interviewer asked you a question about the movie and you answered it with a smile, chris licking his lips slowly as he watched you with hazy eyes. “and how was it working together? you guys have worked on a couple of projects before this, no?”

“working with chris is great. it doesn’t even feel like work, he just brings such a great attitude to set and it reflects on all of us. y’know i.. i doubt myself a lot and chris is always there to help me. i probably wouldn’t be standing here on this carpet if it wasn’t for him” you gush, your eyes glossy over and chris cooed, hugged you from the side and kissing the top of your head.

“i love yn, she’s just.. i can’t even describe her. in one person she’s funny, sweet, kind, and i love that i can always talk to her and not feel any judgement. if i ever need a pick me up, i can call or text yn and she’s on her way over, y’know? i’m just very grateful for a girl like yn” you smile up at him and pout, chris kissing your cheek and you pat his chest. 

“well isn’t that just the sweetest. good luck on your movie you two, it looks fantastic!” you and chris said goodbye to her and you held his arm as you two walked towards the building. 

“you really meant that, yn?” chris asked and you looked up at him, nodding. chris pouted, holding your face and kissing your forehead. “love you”

“love you more, now let’s go watch our movie, lover boy!” you giggle and he laughs, interlocking your fingers and pulling him into the theater.

-

you woke up with a loud groan as a wave of nausea hit you, stopping your movements. your head pounded and your eyes were dry. you rubbed them slowly and blinked a couple times, looking around and realizing you were in chris’s bedroom. 

you clicked your phone on and saw the screen said “1:48pm” and you sighed, laying back down and looking over at a sleeping chris. you smile and play with his fingers again, thinking about what you could remember of last night.

chris’s hand laid on your stomach as you checked your messages and social medias. you name and chris’s were trending so you clicked each one, and they were all photos, videos, and the interview of you two. everyone said how you two looked very close and that you two had to be dating. 

you let out a sigh, locking your phone and chris pulled you to him, making you shriek and he laughed, kissing your neck. “you were scrolling for a while” he mumbled, softly touching your eyebrow. 

“people think we’re dating” you smile and chris scoffs, pushing his face into your neck. “frankly, that’s gross. i’d never date you”

“i was about to say the same thing, i think we should just be friends” chris spoke lowly into your neck, biting your skin softly and you sighed contently, your fingers in his hair at the back of his head. “i feel like shit. how much did we drink?”

“enough to forget we were out in public” you showed him the video of you two singing karaoke as you held the microphone together, the both of you laughing in the video and as you watched it back. chris kissed your arm and slowly got out of bed, making a pot of coffee. you locked your phone, laying horizontal on the bed, looking around chris’s room and realizing how lucky you were. lucky enough to have a movie out, lucky enough to find a best friend and boyfriend all in one with chris.