#Colin Shea x black reader

[dc418writes]

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✨Pairing✨: NBA!Colin Sheaxblack!reader

Summary🪄: It’s time to settle a long lasting dispute

⚠️: partial nudity, likkle bit of playful, sexual tension, pretty much all fluff in the form of a hilarious game of horse

A/N🎙️: a little sneak peak of a story I’ve been thinking of inspired by the iconic basketball scene from “What’s Your Number?” I hope you guys like it☺️!

“Colin, if you get us arrested I swear-“

“Relax peaches we’ll be fine,” he winks holding open the large, metal door leading to the quiet tunnel.

Knowing Colin everything definitely would not be fine.

The hum of the AC and low squeaks of your sneakers along the linoleum wood - appearing freshly polished from its shine of the few overhead lights on above - is all you hear in the empty arena. Looking around at the vacant seats imagining the cheers and shouts from fans, you understand how it could become addicting.

“And you’re sure you can be in here?”

“I’m a player aren’t I?”

“Yea but not with the Lakers,” you answer. Arms crossed against your chest anxiously biting your lower lip it reminds him of the you he knew from his childhood. Incredibly shy at first, but once comfortable enough around him - and only him at the time - he found just how sassy you could be.

“Will you tell me why we’re here now?”

A grin spreads along his pink lips squatting down to his duffle. “We’re gonna settle this once and for all.”

Watching as he removes the orange and black basketball, you suck your teeth before huffing a laugh of disbelief.

“Are you serious right now? Colin it’s one am.”

“And neither of us could sleep, so what better way to kill time?,” he responds as he repeatedly bounces the ball. Of course he knew of a better way that would definitely tire both of you out, but with your situation this would have to do. “Or do you not wanna play because you’ll have to cheat again to beat me?”

“I didn’t cheat! It’s not my fault you were off your game that day.” Little did you know the reason was you and all the feelings you awoke in your childhood friend that he didn’t fully understand until becoming an adult.

“We’ll see.” He bounces the ball a few more times warming it up - even dribbling between his legs in cocky yet impressive fashion - before passing to you. Your finger pads running along the smooth yet bumpy surface bring back so many memories you’ve desperately tried to forget.

Although some of your happiest times, the unresolved trauma always had to tag along growing obnoxiously louder the longer you reminisced.

Colin lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet flapping his arms like a chicken is his tactic to spur you on. Smirking as you narrow your pretty brown eyes, he sees it’s working.

“You’re so childish. It’s been over 10 years and you’re still thinking about that game?”

“Fine,” he stops, taking a step closer to you. “No more kids games. We play See-Horse.”

“See-horse?”

Colin nods with that famous boyish grin. “Still horse. But every shot you miss, I’m gonna see a lot more of you. And vice versa.”

“So..basically strip horse,” you state trying to ignore that pesky tingling you feel.

“Yep, an adult game for those who aren’t at all childish. Here, I’ll even give you a one up.” Before any words could pass your lips, all you see is his bare chest littered with more tattoos than you remember. The formerly single quote on his left pec now joined by various pictures and words scattered along his torso and sides. You swear you see what looks like a peach on his ribs, but his arm blocks you from further investigating.

“First point is yours.”

Rolling your eyes, you begin to dribble stepping closer to the net. “I don’t need your petty point Shea.” You stop at the corner spot closest to the rim bouncing the ball a couple more times before flicking your wrist and easily sinking what would be a point in a regular game.

He easily catches your pass grinning as he gets into position and readies his shooting stance. “Alright then peaches.”

•

About an hour later Colin is down to his boxers with bare feet padding around the court thinking of what to do next while you stood in your lacy, black bra and grey biker shorts. Your own bare feet starting to get cold the longer you waited.

“Cmon Shea, before we turn 100.”

“Hey I didn’t hassle you with your shots. Gimme a minute.”

Hands up, you silently giggle watching him pace back and forth trying to come up with something to stump you. He finally settles on a half court shot, surprisingly making it look simple as the ball easily slides through the net with a swish.

“Your turn sweetheart,” he winks passing you the ball once he’s retrieved it. It shouldn’t make your gut flutter the way it is now, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the feeling.

Standing in the exact same spot, you analyze the space between you and the net trying to figure out how you could do this.

“Take your time,” Colin states with a knowing grin. Your glare just makes him chuckle with arms crossed on the top of his head. “Just trying to be encouraging peaches.”

Dipping the ball between your legs, you swing both arms up with all your might hoping for that swish but it falls just in front of the rim before bouncing into the chairs that were the floor seats.

An air ball that of course tickled the man a few feet away from you. “You messed me up.”

“How?!”

“You talking threw off my concentration,” you grumble. Along with your tattoos, big arms, and stupidly muscular body. Turning around reluctantly removing your shorts and tossing them in the little pile with the others, you miss the way his eyes rake over your body greatly appreciating how you’ve grown up and filled out in all his favorite places over the years. Not to say he didn’t admire you as teens, because you were beautiful then - although he knew you didn’t think so. But grown you with this confidence and newfound attitude of not letting anyone get in your way or treat you any less than what you deserved? Let’s just say this moment was the most self restraint he’s had to use in a long while.

“Well, looks like I win again.”

“Um..I’m sorry?”

“I have two pieces left on, you only have one.”

He snorts with hands on his hips. “Only because I don’t wear a bra.”

“Excuses excuses,” you tsk making him playfully narrow his eyes.

“Whoever misses their next shot loses.” Dribbling the ball he begins his jog to the board, but any further movement is interrupted by a bright beam of light shining down on the both of you.

“What’s going on here!?,” a baritone voice yells clearly not pleased with what they’re seeing. Colin’s quick to shield your body from any further view as your feet keep you stuck in place. Your brain seemingly not functioning either being solely focused on your embarrassment and how mortified you were to be in this situation in the first place.

Colin’s clearly nervous too how his finger taps against his thigh, but definitely holding himself together better than you could. “Uh, hey! Um..i-it’s not what it looks like!”

“So you and that beautiful young lady behind you weren’t in here trespassing?”

“Well..,” he nervously chuckles scratching the back of his neck, “I mean..”

A group of giggles breaks the silence confusing both you and Colin as he tries to peer through the light to see what was going on.

“I think we scared him enough Q,” a much higher pitched voice states before giggling herself.

“Mouse?”

Very fitting nickname.

Colin’s confused yet relieved tone let’s you know he’s familiar with whoever Mouse is which eases your newfound anxiety. There’s also a hint of something else taking its place though. Jealousy? Possessiveness? Anger? You’re not sure and equally don’t know why it’s there in the first place.

The light suddenly goes away to show a group of five standing in what would be the upstairs press boxes. You shift just enough to the right - peering through his underarm - that you can see the shortest, and most petite, of the group standing with arms crossed over her chest. Behind her three other women ranging in races and heights, and one man. All wearing exercise clothes of some sort.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, seeing as though we have scheduled practices, being cheerleaders, I’d say we have more of a reason to be here than you do,” she replies earning another set of hushed chuckles. The man still shielding you simply nods with hands on his hips. An embarrassed “right” slipping from his lips as he reaches behind to press you to his back.

The pleasure seeking portion of your brain enjoys the warmth of his palm resting on your lower back instantly igniting your body, while the logical part knows better trying to push against his skin to re-establish space between you.

Feeling his muscles bunch and move beneath your fingertips only incites your internal pleasure seeker to want for more though.

“Um what are you doing?,” you ask with a hint of annoyance.

“Trying to keep you covered while also getting our clothes if you’d stop moving back there.”

“Oh no worries! We’ll give you guys some privacy,” the girl termed Mouse smiles with gleaming teeth. “Heads up though, Bobbie the security guard is on his way. He usually meets us out here, for safety reasons of course, and he might not be as understanding as us.”

You and Colin manage to sidestep in sync until you can get to your clothes; pressing all of them close to your front seemingly not caring about Colin and his black boxer briefs.

“Thanks. We’ll be out in a few seconds,” he waves. “And uh keep this between us guys?”

Sliding her manicured, pinched index finger and thumb across her lips she mimes as if she’s zipped and locked them before throwing away the key. “Our lips are sealed,” she winks. “Always nice seeing you Colin. And friend!”

•

Arriving back on your floor, the mood is noticeably lighter than when you first left the arena. Colin of course apologized before trying to charm his way back to your good side noting how nothing happened like he said.

“Cmon peaches, we’re good! You gonna be mad at me the rest of the week now?” Meanwhile you silently contemplated if you could get away with this man’s murder.

In conclusion, yes but only if he wasn’t such a notable player.

“Well, I guess in the end it was a good thing your friend was the one to catch us,” you state before a yawn bombards its way through your throat even catching you off guard.

“Why you gotta say it like that?,” he asks with an amused tilt to his thick brow. His fit body leaning against your doorframe prevents you from escaping this conversation and to your bed calling out for you louder and louder as the seconds pass.

“Say what?”

“Friend. Why’d you say it like you don’t like her or something?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You did. Those feelings from earlier still hadn’t left, which only annoyed you more - in turn making you crave the safety and solace of your room. “I just met her, how could I not like her.”

Tilting his head back, his eyes study you like a teacher knowing he’s caught his student in a lie. You don’t make it any better tucking your lips between your teeth growing more antsy the longer he gazed at you.

Clearly a guilty move you’ve had since your youth.

“Colin come on it’s almost four and I need my bed.”

He grins slowly standing up while he bites the corner of his lip. The remnants of his cologne hitting you with one final, dizzying punch as he leans forward hovering just above your ear. “Alright. See you tomorrow peaches.”

“S-See you,” you quietly reply watching him saunter to his suite right next to yours throwing you a final wave.

Finally on the other side of your door, your feet drag but help you to your neatly made, king bed. You don’t even bother changing into your pajamas instead opting to stay in the oversized hoodie comfortably draped over your upper body.

The hoodie that you now remember is not yours, but the man sleeping next door.

Hey, forgot I have your hoodie..I’ll bring it over later (sent 4:12 am)

Keep it (sent 4:13 am)

Have a feeling you’ll get more use out of it than me 😉 (sent 4:13 am)

The light fluttering building in your gut at his words is soon replaced with hot bricks from your newest incoming message. Suddenly - with a harsh pause - your soft smile fades as you’re brought back to the reality you seemed to forget the moment Colin Shea entered your life again.

Morning babe❤️! About to go in the office (sent 4:20 am)

Know you’re still probably sleeping but hope you’re having fun! (sent 4:20 am)

Not too much tho since I’m not there lol😘 (sent 4:21 am)

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Get slut out & choked by baby daddy Ari or get handcuff by Colin. How would you describe your night with either one of them?

Why Not Both?

Summary: you’re dating Colin but Ari is your ex.

Pairings: Baby Daddy! Ari Levinson x Black! Reader x Boyfriend! Colin Shea

Warnings: minors dni, smut, mmf, rough sex, non/dub con, degradation, handcuffs, choking, cuckolding, oral sex

(A/N: idk what’s up with me and threesomes lately but I’m poly so 🤷🏾‍♀️ anyway like, follow, reblog with comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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You looked up at Ari with watery eyes, still couldn’t believe that this was even happening.

It wasn’t like you and Ari were together and yet he was still a jealous bastard when he heard you’d been seeing someone. Like he was trying to have some kind of pissing contest. Going off on you about how he wasn’t going to let you have some man around his son.

You hadn’t even introduced them so he literally had nothing to worry about. It wasn’t supposed to be all this and yet here the fuck you were.

To be honest you didn’t even know that they knew each other. It wasn’t like it had been planned. You hadn’t been expecting to meet someone. You think Ari was just so used to have you in the back burner that he didn’t know what to do with himself now. Was used to not having to commit while getting unlimited pussy.

Then you told him that was enough and he scoffed and told you, “bet.”

Your son had gone to your sister’s for a sleepover with his cousins when you’d gotten in the house. Seeing him sitting there with your date in front. The two of them laughing like things were normal. Making you stop in your tracks.

“Ari, what- what’re you doing here? Thomas isn’t here.”

“I know,” he replied with a smirk. “Colin and I were just talking. You gotta problem with that?”

You raised an eyebrow because well yeah kind of, but before you could say anything Colin stood up. Putting his hands on your hips so he could kiss your cheek then grabbed your hand.

“Nah, she’s gonna be a good girl. Aren’t you?” Colin asked with a smirk.

Sure you’d heard all about his reputation. Had been told it would just be better to stay away, but so far everything had been good. The two of you hadn’t even had sex yet. He’d been pretty patient with you.

“You know all this time, I thought maybe you’d been playing hard to get but then I find out that you have a man this whole time and you didn’t tell me.” He chuckled.

You laughed glancing over at Ari and shaking your head. “No, we’re-,”

“It’s okay,” he cooed before placing a big kiss in your lips. “We already talked about what we’re going to do to you. Gotta make it up to us that you were trying to play games.”

“I wasn’t!” You protested.

He grabbed your face. Squeezing your cheeks between his hands. “You don’t have to lie to me, but you do have to make it up to me.”

That’s when he grabbed you making you turn around so your back was to his chest. Putting his nose in your ear.

“You can do that for me, can’t you?” He whispered into your ear. Grabbing your hands as Ari stood up to stand in front of you.

He grabbed your face forcing you to look up at him. “I told him how much of a fucking slut you’ve been,” Ari said, just as the snap of metal went around both wrists.

“Wait,” you said, trying to pull away, but Colin gripped your arm a little tighter. “Hey!”

“All you have to do is listen,” Ari said with a curl in his lip, his fingertips pressing harder against your cheeks then finally moving down to your neck.

That’s when Colin started copping a feel. His hands coming to grope your tits. Pinching your nipples and making you jump as he pushed his crotch against your ass. “We’re not gonna hurt you too bad,” Colin whispered in your ear. “You know I would never hurt you, Baby.”

With that he picked you up. Made you gasp and kick even though your hands were tied. Neither him or Ari giving a shit when the protests started spilling from your mouth as they carried you to your bedroom.

As your hands were tied they couldn’t just pull your shirt off, but goddamn Colin was just dying to see your tits. If ripping it off was the way to go so fucking be it. “Colin!” You yelled.

“I’ll buy you a new one, Baby,” he said with a wink.

“Please don’t rip my bra,” you begged. “It was expensive.”

“I’ll. Buy. You. A. New. One,” Colin said. Rubbing your cheek before picking you back up so he could shove you to the ground.

It wasn’t like you and Colin hadn’t messed around yet. It’s just you hadn’t had sex. Now he was taking turns with Ari shoving his dick down your throat.

Ari grabbed your hair as he fucked your face. Colin took out his phone so he could film it. The both of them clearly having fun with using your mouth. Laughing over you.

When they had their fill they picked you back up to place you on the bed. Ass in the air and nowhere to hide as they started playing with you. Fingers going into your pussy as the other one smacked your ass.

They were treating you like some kind of sex toy. Normally that would have been fine, but it had just caught you so off guard. All you could do was take it as they both had their ways with you.

Then Ari sat back. Wanting to watch as Colin filled you up. Fisting his cock. Tossing out words at you that he knew you liked to hear.

“Damn, Baby, you should have told me you liked this kind of shit before. Coulda been fucking you like this sooner,” Colin said into your ear as he made you cum for the umpteenth time.

That was the worst part. Was that you were so responsive. You couldn’t help it though. Ari knew you. Knew you liked it rough. That even when you acted like you didn’t want it, all he had to do was show you that you did. That’s just the kind of little slut you were.

He was okay with another man fucking you, as long as he got his access.

[krirebr]

I Know I Should Know Better 3

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader, past Colin Shea x Female Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?

Warnings: Angst, adult themes, complicated power dynamics, minor age difference (not explicit in this part, but reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking & implied drug use, explicit language, bad boyfriend (Colin isn't even in this part and yet he's somehow even worse??), self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. Everyone's having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Part One Part Two Masterlist

A/N: Uh... It has to get worse before it can get better?? **runs and hides**

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screaming at me. 😄 As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

The party was raging.

People filled your living room and kitchen. They were on your deck, in your pool. Curtis scanned the area, trying to figure out where you’d gotten off to. He didn’t like not having eyes on you. 

He checked his watch. It was well past three. Christ. It’d started with you declaring the club you were at “fucking dead” a little before midnight. A small group had followed you home and then they’d called their friends who’d called their friends who’d called their friends. 

People milled around him. Whispers of “Did you hear whose house this is?” “I haven’t seen her, yet. Have you?” “My cousin invited me. He knows her publicist’s assistant’s roommate.”

One woman stumbled over to him. “Hey!” she whisper-yelled. “How much for two?”

“What.” he growled.

“Two!” she repeated, shoving two fingers in his face. “How much?”

Just as Curtis was about to lose it completely, her friend crashed into her. “What are you doing?” The friend asked. She looked at how her companion was holding her bag, ready to remove the correct amount of cash, then up at Curtis and let out a wild cackle. “No!” she said. “That’s her bodyguard!”

“What?” The first woman asked. “You said the guy in all black in the corner.”

The friend’s laughter was nearly uncontrollable now. “Yeah, that corner!” She raised an arm and gestured to the other side of the house.

“Oh my god!” screeched the first woman and also into giggles, as they thankfully made their way somewhere fucking else. 

Curtis pushed himself off the wall. He needed to find you. 

You weren’t in the kitchen, or out by the pool. He’d already been in the living room. He finally found you on the stairs up to the bedrooms, slumped against the wall. He crouched in front of you and said your name a few times before finally getting your attention.

“Mmm, Curtis,” you said, your eyes half-closed. “I’m sleepy.”

He sighed. “Well, it’s almost four in the morning, so that makes sense.”

“I’m gonna go t’bed.” You grabbed the railing above your head and put all of your weight on it as you tried to lift yourself. You faltered and he reached out, a hand on your hip to steady you. “Oh boy,” you whispered as you tried again to right yourself. “Bedtime.”

Curtis said your name again, trying and failing to keep his frustration at bay. “Your house is still full of people.”

You were moving up the stairs now and waved dismissively to him behind you. “Get rid of ‘em. I’m done.”

That’s not my job was at the tip of his tongue, but arguing with you right now would be useless. So he followed you up the stairs to make sure you didn’t fall and excused himself once you were safely in your bedroom. In the hallway, he took a deep breath, trying to push down the anger and frustration he felt. It wasn’t his job. He shouldn’t have to do it. But he would.

Back downstairs, he went straight to your sound panel and cut the music to the whole house. “Alight!” he bellowed. “Party’s over. Get the fuck out!” He had no energy for niceties at this point.

As people, very slowly, started milling out of your house, there was a heavy and demanding banging at your door. He grumbled and made his way to the front, finding two cops standing there. Fucking shit.

Opening it, he plastered on what he hoped but doubted was a friendly smile. “Morning, officers. How can I help you?”

“Is the homeowner here?” one cop asked while the other craned his head around to try to get a look inside. It did not seem to be a professional curiosity. Goddamnit. 

“The homeowner,” he said, trying to give away as little information as possible, “is asleep. But I work here. What can I do for you?”

The first cop straightened. “Well, sir, we’ve had several noise complaints from the neighbors tonight. Looks like you all had quite the party.”

He gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment. “But as you can see, everyone’s going home now.” Curtis moved over slightly to make sure his large frame filled the doorway. Who knew what was still going on behind him?

The officer watched the people stumbling out around him for a moment. “Well–”

“I’m sure,” Curtis interrupted, “that she’d be incredibly appreciative if you let her off with a warning. Just this once. And I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He hoped it was worth the slight acknowledgment of who you were to avoid making this an even bigger problem. 

The cop looked around again and then nodded. “Since everything’s already breaking up here. And you promise you’ll make sure she’s more responsible next time?” He looked to Curtis who nodded, knowing it was a big, fat lie. “Alright, yeah, I think a warning’s all that’s needed here. You have a good rest of your night.”

Curtis’s sigh of relief was cut short by the other cop stepping forward. A closer look revealed how young he was, early 20s. “Hey,” he said, “could you tell her that I really loved her in Sweet Sixteen? I used to have that Teen Vogue cover up in my locker.” Curtis tried not to grimace as the young man fished a card out of his breast pocket and held it out to Curtis. “And maybe give this to her? I know she just broke up with that guy, but I gotta shoot my shot, right?” He was lucky that Curtis just silently took the card instead of commenting on the fucking audacity. It was too late/early to deal with any of this bullshit.

“Well,” he said, trying to prevent an awkward moment and get out of this while he was technically ahead, “really appreciate you both coming out here. Have a good night.” The instant the cops started turning around, Curtis closed the door. He immediately tore up the cop’s card and added it to the mess of the living room.

He spent the next hour or so going through the house, kicking out the stragglers and making sure nothing was irreparably damaged. By the time he was done, it was just about five o’clock. Christ. He stood by the door. He could leave. He should leave. He’d done more than enough. He clenched and unclenched his hands once, twice, three times. He turned around and went to your kitchen, filling a large glass of water. Then he got two aspirin from your medicine cabinet. He took it all into your bedroom and set it on your nightstand. He checked to make sure you were sleeping on your side, then pulled your trash can so it was right next to the bed. Ok, now he could go.

It was after six when he finally got home. He sent a text to Michelle as he got off his bike.

Hey, I’m just getting home now. Last night was bad. She threw a party, cops came. Just a warning for noise complaints, but I’m sure the whole thing will be on TMZ in a few hours. Going to bed. Don’t know when I’ll be in. Only call if you absolutely need me.

He looked at it for a moment, then added

There needs to be a conversation about what my job actually entails

He knew Michelle wasn’t the right person to send that last bit to. She wasn’t his boss. But he was exhausted and he needed someone to know that he was at the end of his rope.

You were going through a hard time, he knew that. You’d ended your relationship with Colin in spectacular fashion, posting a picture to your Instagram stories of the flowers he’d sent the day after your fight on the deck lying in your trashcan, his apology note fluttering above them with the text “No thanks @ColinSheaOfficial.” It hadn’t been your most thought-through decision. Tanya had freaked out and it was deleted 15 minutes later, but it was too late. The post had immediately gone viral. Colin hadn’t been happy and had spent the last month telling anyone who would listen (bro-y podcasts, mostly) how awful it’d been to date you – you were unstable, too needy, a cold fish in bed. That had gone viral too. If Curtis thought he’d get away with it, he’d have driven out to Colin’s house and taken care of the asshole, himself. But his connection to you was too documented. 

You weren’t handling it well. Of course, you weren’t.  But Curtis felt like, while everyone else was doing damage control on how it was affecting your career, he was the one left to pick up the pieces of you as a person. If things had been too much for him before, they were becoming near impossible to deal with now.

It didn’t help matters that after your night on the couch together, you’d started to put some distance between the two of you. He understood. It was the right thing to do. This was his job. You weren’t friends, he was your employee. (Sort of. In a roundabout way. Technically, he worked for your manager. But still.) He couldn’t be your friend and do his job to the best of his ability. Trying to do both compromised your safety. He’d been ignoring that truth for too long. It had been inappropriate for him to stay that night when you’d asked him to. He shouldn’t have done it, no matter how often he’d thought about it after – the way you’d looked fresh out of the shower, how his fingertips had brushed against yours, your thigh resting against–

So the distance was needed. But it meant that all he was able to do was trail after you as you self-combusted with a determination he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen before. And it couldn’t be his job to hold you together. It was taking a toll. Something had to give.

He entered his house through the back, straight into his kitchen. He stopped in the doorway, surprised to see Edgar sitting at the island in his pajamas, eating cereal. “You’re up early.”

Edgar shrugged. “Didn’t hear you come in last night.”

“Yeah,” Curtis said, bending over to take off his boots. “Had to work really late.”

Edgar just nodded and took a bite of cereal. Curtis finished with his boots and took off his leather jacket, hanging it by the door. He was about to excuse himself to his room when Edgar spoke again.

“I have an interview lined up for this week.”

“Yeah?” Curtis grinned. “That’s great!”

“Mhmm,” Edgar hummed, looking into his cereal bowl as he continued. “If it works out, I probably won’t be able to afford my own place right away, but I swear, I’ll save up and get out of your hair as soon as I can–” 

“Hey, no,” Curtis interrupted. “I told you, that room is yours for however long you want it. No strings attached.” Curtis had known Edgar since the kid had been in diapers, ending up in the same foster home right before Curtis had turned eighteen. He’d been the only one who’d been able to calm the kid down when he’d had a tantrum. After he’d aged out, he’d done his best to keep in touch with Edgar and now that Edgar had aged out of the system himself, Curtis was determined to do whatever he could to help him. Especially if that meant he could prevent Edgar from making the same desperate choices he had. He didn’t regret joining the army, per se, (he was mostly ambivalent at best about his experiences there, but it had opened up opportunities after he was discharged) but it had felt like it was the only choice for him at the time, and he didn’t want that for Edgar. So if having a place to stay that he didn’t have to pay for would help, then that’s what Curtis would give him. “Listen, I want to hear all about this interview, but I’m fucking exhausted right now. I need to crash. We’ll talk later, ok?”

Edgar nodded but furrowed his brow. “Everything alright?”

Curtis nodded and tried to smile at him. “Just a long fucking day. I’ll see you later.”

When he finally got to his room, he let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed onto his bed. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out to find a response from Michelle.

I’m going to have to tell Tanya. Fucking fuck fuck!

Curtis tossed the phone onto the other side of the bed. Yeah. Fucking fuck fuck sounded about right.

When he woke up late that afternoon, he had another message from Michelle.

She’s so fucking hungover. You don’t need to come in. She isn’t going anywhere. See you tomorrow.

So he ordered pizza with Edgar and they watched TV until Edgar fell asleep on the couch. It was a good night.

The next day he got to your house just before noon. On days when nothing was scheduled, you never started early. He stopped short when he saw two cars he recognized in your driveway.

Michelle was sitting at your kitchen island, staring at her laptop, one hand scrolling down the trackpad, the other nervously tapping the counter.

Curtis helped himself to an organic juice from your fridge as he greeted her and asked, “Wilford and Tanya are here?”

“Mhmm,” she said, not looking up.

“House call’s not a good sign.”

“Nope.” She looked up at him, more haggard-looking than he was used to. “You still pissed?”

He sighed. “Not pissed. Tired. Frustrated.” He paused to take a sip of juice. “Worried.”

“She’s fine,” Michelle said, “she just needs to reprioritize.”

“That what this house call’s about?” he asked.

She grimaced. “She lost that big ensemble movie. The director cited his ‘no assholes’ policy.”

“She isn’t an asshole.”

“No,” Michelle agreed, “but she’s getting a reputation as one. High maintenance.”

He glanced out the doors to your patio, where he could just see the edge of you. “So it’s a Come to Jesus talk.”

“Mhmm.”

“I don’t suppose they’re going to do anything to actually help her?”

“They’ll get her career back on track if she listens.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Curtis scowled.

“Listen,” she said, pushing her computer away and giving him her full attention, “my job is the same as yours – get her where she needs to go, on time and in one piece.”

“Yeah?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “And how do you think we’re doing on that ‘in one piece’ part?”

“She’s blowing off steam, that’s all.”

He snorted. “Sure, if you say so. But you’re never around for that part, are you?”

“Curtis–”

He shook his head, “I need to talk to her when they’re done,” then went to wait in the living room.

Wilford and Tanya left about half an hour later. Curtis watched them go, arms crossed over his chest. Wilford, especially, he did not like. They’d only been in the same room a handful of times, but Curtis would swear he could see the dollar signs in Wilford’s eyes every time he looked at you. If Curtis had his way, that man wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near you.

But that was part of the problem, this protective streak Curtis had for you. It wasn’t serving him. And it obviously wasn’t serving you either. It wasn’t helping anything. Protection was the job but from the outside world. Not from your own team. Not from yourself. He needed to get his act together. Set some boundaries. And that’s what he was going to do.

He let himself out onto your deck, expecting to find you lounging by the pool, in a swimsuit probably, maybe a drink in your hand. Instead, you were sitting at your outdoor dining table, knees pulled up to your chest, staring off into nothing, wearing leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. You looked awful, hair sloppily pulled together on top of your head, red-rimmed eyes, a blank expression on your face. He stopped short. Maybe this wasn’t the right time to do this. But he knew that if he waited it wouldn’t happen. And maybe this was the right time, maybe he’d actually be able to have a conversation about everything with you. 

He softly called your name and when you looked over at him he added, “We need to talk about the other night.”

“Oh, great,” you said, tone flat. “You here to yell at me too? Fun.”

“I don’t want to yell,” he said, sitting down across from you. He didn’t want to hover over you. “Just talk.”

You sighed impatiently. “Well, go on. Let’s get this over with. How have I disappointed you today?”

He said your name again, as gently as he could, but your reaction was the opposite of what he wanted. You looked down, shoulders coming up to your ears. Regardless of your size, you looked so small. The smallest he’d ever seen you. But he had to do this. So he plowed ahead.

“What happened the other night, at your party, that can’t happen again. I can’t be responsible for what happens in your house when you aren’t there. I have a very specific job. You don’t get to just use me however you see fit. I’m not here to clean up after you. Kicking people out of your house, dealing with the cops–” He shook his head. “I’m not your bouncer or your babysitter.” 

He saw you flinch at his last word, but you came back with a glower. “Is that all?” you asked.

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m also not going to be working any more 16-hour days. That isn’t fair to me.”

“Are you going to quit?” you asked, voice somewhere between angry and pleading.

“I don’t want to,” he said, keeping his voice firm, “but I’m serious that what happened was unacceptable.”

You swallowed visibly and nodded. He waited for you to say something, but when you didn’t, he asked, “Are you ok?” 

Your head shot up. “What?”

There was something in your eyes that told him to proceed with caution, but he still repeated his question. “Are you alright?”

You looked at him carefully for a moment, then "Are you my friend?"

Now it was his turn to ask "What?"

"You said you aren't my bouncer or my babysitter," you said with a challenge in your eyes. "So what are you? Are you my friend?"

He had to look away, understanding now what you were doing. "No," he said quietly, "I'm not your friend. I'm just your bodyguard." 

He hadn’t looked up yet, unable to tear his focus from his hands in his lap, but he could feel you nodding in his periphery. “Right,” you said, voice low. “Then whether or not I’m okay doesn’t really matter to you, does it?”

Shit. He had fucked this up so completely and so quickly that he wasn’t sure exactly where it had gone wrong. He looked up to find you twisted around to stare over your pool, your knees still tight to your chest, your hand visibly gripping your chair for dear life. He breathed out your name, but you just shook your head.

“No, I get it,” you said. “You’re here to do a job. Because I pay you to do it. I understand. Consider me put in my place.” Your hand not holding the chair swiped furiously at your face, wiping away a few stray tears that fell down your cheek. You took a deep breath. “I’d like you to go away now.” 

He stood up, wanting to give you what you asked, but he just couldn’t seem to pull himself away from you. He wanted to reach out to you, touch you, give you some sort of comfort, but what fucking right did he have to do that? 

“Curtis, please,” your broken whisper was what it finally took to get him to move. He paused at the glass door back into the house. He wanted to say something, but he had no idea what. So finally, he ducked his head and went back into the house. 

He tried to pass through as quickly as he could, but when he walked by Michelle, she started, “Hey, how’d it g–”

“I need a fucking minute,” he growled out. 

He slammed out the front door of your house and began to pace behind your privacy fence. What the fuck had happened? It wasn’t supposed to go like that. He should’ve been able to set professional boundaries without feeling like he was tearing his own heart out. He’d done it before, countless jobs and assignments, where he’d drawn lines and it’d been expected and appreciated. It’d never hurt like this. No job he’d had had ever been this messy, this difficult, this all-consuming. 

That was the problem, wasn’t it? His mind was always here, always on the job. He thought about you all the time. He worried about you constantly. You were always on his mind. My god, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say–

He froze next to your gate. No. No no no no no. Absolutely not. He could not. That– That was not possible. He started to walk again. Now that he’d let it in, this goddamn intrusive thought just got bigger and bigger as he paced around until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

He was in love with you.

What a fucking disaster. He almost laughed. And he’d worried he couldn’t properly protect you when he thought you might be friends. He was completely fucking compromised now. He should quit. He needed to quit. He should quit. He should quit. He should quit. 

But the idea of leaving you hurt even worse than he already did. You weren’t ok. It was obvious. And even though he had no idea how to help you, he couldn’t abandon you. He wouldn’t do that. Not ever. Not until you asked him to leave. Which you eventually would. Of course, you would. What could he possibly offer you when you already had all this? But he would stay until that moment. As pathetic as it was, he didn’t think he could do anything else.

The gate opened and he had to scramble to get out of the way of the car that drove in. It stopped on the driveway next to him and the driver’s side window rolled down. Jensen leaned out. “Hey man, you okay?”

Curtis just stared at him for a moment before he got his bearings. “I’m fine.”

Jensen looked at him skeptically. “You sure?”

“I’m fine, Jake!” he gritted out. Without giving Jensen time to respond, he continued, “I’ll meet you inside. I want to go over the exit plan for her appearance tomorrow.”

“Again?” Jensen asked.

“Yes, again. We need to be prepared.”

Jensen gave him a look and sat back. “Yeah, sure whatever you say,” then finally began driving to the back of the house.

Curtis put his head in his hands. He felt so fucking transparent. Everyone must know. Looking back, it felt so incredibly obvious. But no one had said anything. You certainly hadn’t, so he was hopefully safe there. 

He took a deep breath. This was fine. He’d tamp it down. He’d ignore it. He’d do his fucking job. He began walking up the path back to your front door. He’d be there when you needed him and that would be enough.

It’d be enough.

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Summer Lovin’ pt 1

Summary: Getting into the villa took more work than expected. What didn’t surprise you though was the drama that would ensue, you just didn’t think it would all involve you.

Pairing: those are surprises at the moment! 🤭 Everly(reader) X ???, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Jake Jensen, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter, Colin Shea, brief mention of Brock Rumlow. Also original characters.

Rating: Mature!

Warnings: talks of sex, making out, lap dances, petting, PTSD talks. Talks of war, trauma, bombs, war time violence. Graphic talk of injuries.

A/N: there is so much I want to give a heads up for, not bad just some choices I made. So I’ll do that at the end. 😉

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You take a deep breath as you climb out of the car. Your bags disappear as a production assistant ushers you down the walk way. “So you will stand here and we are gonna ask you a few questions, okay?” The camera man in front of you has a blank stare as he zooms in closer, the production assistant gives you a look from behind the camera, she motions for you to smile.

“I’m sorry, are we starting now? Like right now?” You ask as you look around, trying to take in the view for just a second. The assistant taps the camera man’s shoulder and motions for him to back up.

“Yes, we are starting now. But we can give you a minute if you need it.” She assures you, thanking her with a smile. “How about while we wait, you tell me about yourself. I actually don’t know anything about you, so leave nothing out.” The assistant chirps happily. You nod and smooth out your sun dress, your fingers fidgeting with the wrinkles.

“Oh, um okay. I thought everyone would know every nitty gritty detail of our lives before we got on set.”

“Villa,” the assistant corrects you. “It will make it feel more like home.” She smiles. You nod as you look around.

“Right, Villa. The Love Island Villa.” You say quietly as you turn around and look at the looming mansion behind you. The assistant motions to the camera man to start rolling again, but this time he backs up and makes sure to not be seen. The cobblestone driveway clicks beneath your heels as you shuffle around in place. Gazing up at the two story mansion before you, modern but still home like. The black and gray color that make up the exterior contrasts all the bright pink, orange, and yellow that make up the furnishings, and decor. The windows reflect the sun brightly and the greenery perfectly placed along the balconies and tresses are lush and full of life, and quietly under all the excess noise coming from the camera crew and the production team, you can hear the roar and crash of the ocean waves. You take a deep breath and turn back to the production assistant. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name before.” You ask, extending your hand for a shake. She smiles and reaches her hand out to yours.

“Annie” She offers. You nod and shake her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Annie, I’m Everly.”

“Nice to meet you, Everly. Now how about you tell us about yourself.”

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You spend the next hour making an intro video that will be played on TV. After that Annie sits you down and explains the rules of the show. “Okay, No leaving the villa before the end of filming, unless of course you are voted off. Have physical altercations of you will be removed from the villa by police and charges may potentially be filed. You can’t have your own personal phone or communication device of any kind. We will provide you with one while you are here and it is solely for the purpose of texting between production and the participants. You must adhere and pass all drug and STD testing while you are here or else you will be removed from the island. And lastly, have fun!” You hear everything Annie is saying and you just nod.

“Do people really fail their STD screenings when coming in?” You ask and Annie laughs.

“You’re be surprised! It also depends on what it is. If it’s easily treatable then we may keep you and just quarantine you.” You lightly laugh.

“Well I don’t plan on getting one.” Annie laughs.

“No one plans on getting and STD, Everly.” She guides you back to the car. “Alright, now that we’ve got you checked in and set up, we wait!” You scrunch your eyebrows.

“Wait?? I thought-“ you point to the villa.

“Oh don’t worry, you are on the island.” You take a breath at Annie’s reassurance, you’re not sure why, you didn’t even sign up for this stupid love show, your friends did it for you. “But production of reviewing all your information and the other girls information as we can decide what order to introduce you to each other.” Annie smiles and then whispers, “But you have nothing to worry about, you’re total bombshell material.” And with that Annie is gone.

**** 1 month ago****

“Nooooo!!” You drunkenly whine. “Sarah why?!” Sarah, your best friend since childhood laughs.

“Because! The last man you let touch you was that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend you had! You need love, Evie!” Sarah says sweetly as you pout and pour another glass of wine.

“I don’t Need anything.” You correct her and she raises her hands in surrender.

“Okay true, you don’t need a man or love. But it couldn’t hurt to let yourself have it. Just because you don’t need it doesn’t mean it isn’t nice to have.” You grumble, knowing Sarah is right. “This is a fun and easy way to get back into the dating world, and to meet a lot of hot guys while you’re at it! After everything with Colin and don’t even get me started on Brock-” You sigh.

“Yeah I guess.” You laugh to yourself. “You know what? You’re right! Why should Colin be the last guy who’s ever touched me?! He doesn’t deserve that title!” You exclaim, the wine finally settling in and carrying you to the loud drunk stage.

“Yes, that’s the spirit! Now, let me tell you all about the island.” Sarah giggles as she explain her favorite guilty pleasure TV show.

“So it’s like the Bachelor but better?”

“Yes!! And babes,” Sarah looks you up and down. “You are bombshell material!!” Sarah hypes you up. “Those eyes and that hair! Those lips and hips! Those boys will be eating out of the palm of your hand and those girls are gonna be Mad!” Sarah laugh and you giggle.

“I don’t want to make enemies!” You laugh nervously.

“To quote the age old, love island proverb, ‘it’s love Island, not friendship island.’” You bust out laughing, the wine finally making you lose your mind and Sarah is right there with you.

****

You smile as you think back to that night. Sarah had helped you with your shopping spree the next day. Bathing suits, dresses, cute outfits. All of it perfectly fitting your style and helping you stay true to who you are. You fidget with your sundress again as you look down at your freshly tanned legs and painted toes. You been sitting for almost an hour with no word from Annie, maybe they looked at all your stuff and changed their minds. Now they are hoping you get the hint and leave. “No, Everly. Don’t think like that. They would have brought your luggage back if that were the case. Stop worrying.” You say to yourself. You think about how your mom reacted when you told her you’d be gone for 8 weeks to be on a dating show. She about blew a gasket and then she laughed and cried and wished you good luck. Your sister promised to keep detailed notes so she could tease you mercilessly once you got back. Your dad and brother promised to not watch a single episode after they googled and realized what all could happen on the show. Your dad said, “I’ll meet whoever wins your heart after the fact. I don’t need to see you swapping spit with him.” You laugh out loud at that memory.

About five minutes later Annie walks back in. “Okay Everly! You ready to get changed? We have this bathing suit for you.” She holds up one from your suitcase.

“Did you go through my stuff?” You ask as you take the swimsuit from her.

“We have to make sure no contraband is snuck in. Don’t worry, we don’t touch any self care items we find.” She winks and your face goes red. You didn’t pack anything like that but you know Sarah and your sister, Lizzy were snooping around your bag before you got picked up. “Oh god, what did they put in there?” You mumble to yourself and Annie laughs having heard you.

“Well if it was your friends that snuck that certain item inside then they want you to have a great time, regardless of finding love of not.” You blush bright red and dart into the changing room.

You slip on your bikini, it’s royal blue and fits you perfectly. The bottom is full around your butt with the slightest bit of a cheeky cut. You adjust them again as you recall telling Sarah ‘none of those boys have earned seeing any more of my ass.’ As you look at yourself in the mirror you stand by your decision. The top perfectly supports your breast and honestly makes them look irresistible. You slip on your sandals and walk out to meet Annie. “Oh perfect! Although, are you sure you don’t want these heels?” She holds up a pair you brought from home.

“I’m sure, I want to keep the sandals for now.” Annie nods and then takes you folded up clothes.

“Okay, these will be placed in the bedroom with your suitcase,” she holds up your clothes. “Now we are going to film your entrance and then you walking into the villa. After that, you’re on your own until we check in with you. Okay?”

“Okay.” You take a breath and wait for them to say action.

You push open the main door and are immediately greeted with a giant neon sign that says ‘Love’. You smile and start to feel a little excited. You hear some others moving around upstairs so you make your way up. Passing by the living room, decorated ceiling to floor with pink, orange, yellow, and green and the kitchen with neon lights along the kitchen island and another neon sign that says ‘snacks’, you find the stairwell rather plain. But it open up to a giant room filled with 4 large beds. The floor is marble and there is a nice sized carpet in the middle of the room. The four beds face each other, two on one wall and two on the other, with a grand chandelier in the middle of the ceiling providing the light. At the very back there is an opening into the bathroom. A walk into shower, big enough for 2 and a tub big enough for 4, thankfully there seems to be a separate area for the actual toilets which there are three stalls in a little hallway on the other side of the shower. The shower is nestled in the corner with tiled walls except for the glass door and the tub sits under a large window that looks out over the yard. With further examination you see that there is in fact a door to the bathroom that can be locked, and that sets your mind more at ease.

You take another look at your surroundings and notice no one else is around. “So not the bombshell,” you sigh. “Great.” You explore some more when you hear people moving around again. “Hello?!” You call out, hoping to get an answer.

“Did you hear that?!” Says one girl with a sweet voice. It’s a little deeper and it has a Smokey sound to it, but still inviting.

“Yeah, it sounded like another girl!” The next girl says, her voice is lighter and softer, like velvet. You can’t tell there is the slightest bit of an accent.

“Oh great, the bombshell arrived.” The last girl says is a very proper British accent.

“Cut it out, let go find her and introduce ourselves.” The first girl says. You take a deep breath and prepare for whoever is about to walk out of the closet. First is a shorter woman, she has beautiful hair that is red at the roots and blonde on the ends, she’s obviously let it grow out and she’s absolutely owning it. She walks with grace and poise as she crosses the room to you.

“Hi, I’m Natasha. And you are?”

“Everly! It’s nice to meet you.” You smile at her and her friendly attitude.

“Likewise.” Natasha offers. Two more woman come walking out of the dressing room. One with bright red hair and soulful eyes and the other with brown curls and red lipstick.

“Did I hear your name is Everly?” The other red head asks, you nod. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Wanda.” She moves in and hugs you, you’re a little taken aback but you don’t mind. The other woman stares at you over Wanda’s shoulder before she smiles and introduces herself.

“I’m Margret, but most people call me Peggy.” Her voice sounds familiar but you think nothing of it, You smile and wave

“Nice to meet you.” looking around and sighing. “So how long have y’all been here?” Natasha settles on the bed behind her.

“Not too long. Enough to get settled and get ready to meet the boys.” She smirks. “But before we do that we need to know more about you! Tell us a little something, Everly!” You laugh and shrug,

“Not much to tell! I am a physical therapist and I work primarily with Veterans who have been through a life changing physical trauma.” Natasha and Wanda beam at you and Peggy just gives a tight smile, you realize she looks familiar too but you can’t place her. “I had a boyfriend of 2 years until I found him in bed with someone else back in December. I dumbed him and have been healing ever since. My friend nominated me for the show and after some soul searching I decided I am ready to give this all a try, hopefully find Love and if not then at least have a good summer.” Natasha looks at Wanda with a smile.

“So you’re here for love too!?” Wanda asks.

“Of course, I mean that’s the name of the game, right?” You joke and she nods.

“I’m ready to settle down.” Wanda says. “Natasha here is on the love hunt too.” Wanda teases and Natasha laughs and rolls her eyes.

“I am open to finding love but if all I have is a summer of fun then so be it. Isn’t that right Peggy?” Natasha turns to the tight lipped, familiar lady standing on the other side of the group.

“Definitely, we are all here for our own agendas and our own lives. Whatever our reasons are, are our own.” Peggy says as she crosses her arms. You look at Natasha’s who gives you a face and you hide your laughter.

“Well said, Peggy.” Natasha answers. “Anyway, Everly what is your type?”

“My type?” You ask.

“Yeah! Like mine is nerdy and sweet.” Wanda offers. “Natasha’s is moody and loyal.”

“You make my type sound like a dog.” Natasha jokes and you three laugh.

“Oh I didn’t mean it like that!” Wanda exclaims. “If anyone’s type is like a dog it’s Peggy’s! Protective but able to take orders?!” The girls laughs and Peggy roles her eyes.

“I would have much appreciated if you had kept my ‘type’ to yourself.” Peggy crosses her arms. Wanda is about to apologize but Natasha stops her.

“Oh calm down Peggy. It’s a type of man, not your bank codes.” At that Peggy does crack a smile. “We are just having some fun, lighten up! It is too early to be making enemies and something tells me Everly is gonna be someone you want to be friends with.” Natasha winks as she looks at you and asks you again. “So Everly, what’s your type?!” You blush and look at your feet and then back at her.

“Well I am a hopeless romantic. The idea of meeting someone in a coffee shop and spending the whole day with them because the conversation and company is just that good? That makes me melt. So my type is the romantic, passionate, sweet type.” Wanda smiles and looks like she’s gonna melt where she is.

“Yes! Someone to sweep you off your feet and then defend you honor all at the same time.” You laugh and nod.

“Yeah, something like that.” Suddenly a phone dinging gets all of your attention.

“It’s my phone!” Wanda excitedly exclaims as she read sit out loud.

*Wanda, the boys are waiting downstairs for you to make your move. #showthemwhatyou’vegot*

Wanda looks up and about squeals from happiness. “I’ll see you all outside!” Wanda hurries down the stairs and outside. Natasha grabs your arm and drags you closer to the window.

“Can you see them?!” Natasha asks.

“No, not a one. But we will see them soon!” You answer back as you try to Crain your neck just enough to catch a glimpse. Natasha’s phone dings.

“Some of us sooner rather than later.” Natasha teases. “See you down there!” She runs down the stairs. You sit in silence with Peggy who looks like she’d rather be anywhere else.

“So what do you do, Peggy?” She looks over at you and politely smiles.

“I am a military contractor.” Peggy says. You nod not having a clue what that means. The awkward silence is broken by your phone dinging.

“Huh,” she smiles up at you, “guess they are saving the best till last.” You don’t even bother to look at her, you just read your phone.

*Everly, it’s time for a bombshell like you to shake things up. Two of the four boys are coupled up but those boys could still step forward and fight for a chance to couple up with you. #Gogetthem #bombshellalert #summerlovin’

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You feel butterflies in your stomach and you take a deep breath. “Okay, Everly. Let’s do this.” You walk downstairs and out to the back doors. You take another breath and decide to give it your best sexy strut. The big white doors open and the sun shines on your face, the warmth sends tingles down your spine. You toss your hair around a little as you start your entrance. Making sure you add a little bounce to your step as you descend the concrete stairs to the grassy yard. You take another deep breath, “hiya boys!” You holler and wave as you get closer. The four men in front of you stand with their eyes locked and jaws dropped. “I heard y’all were ready for some summer Lovin’. I’m Everly, nice to meet you.” You wink and walk even closer. Natasha cat calls you and Wanda cheers. The boys are mesmerized by you and just watches your every move.

“Hi, I’m Steve.” The tall, blonde, chiseled man to your right offers a bright smile as he itches to move closer to you. His eyes are a pretty blue and his smile is bright and infectious.

“Hi Steve.” You bite your lip a little and then smile.

“And I’m Bucky.” Says the tall, brunette, and just as chiseled man to the right of Steve. His eyes are a pale blue and his voice is so smooth, you can already imagine what sweet nothings would sound like coming from that voice. He holds himself proud and strong, you can tell he is a sturdy man. Natasha laughs and nudges his arm. She cocks her eyebrow and Bucky blushes as he looks back at you. You smirk and give a little wave and wink which seem to do the trick.

“Hi Bucky.” The next man is tall and blonde but his hair is shorter and a little spiky. His glasses are round a look absolutely adorable on him. He is a little nerdy looking but in a way that you totally love. He fumbles a little and looks between you and Wanda. Wanda smiles and gives him a nod.

“I’m Jake- and wow! Oh I’m sorry-” He looks at Wanda who nudges him.

“No I agree,” she looks back at you and smiles. “Wow is right.” You notice Steve fidgeting and you can feel Bucky’s eyes admiring your form. You dart your eyes to the side and he knows he was caught. You smile to let him know that you don’t mind it at all before you shift your eyes back to Jake.

“Well, thank you, Jake. That was really sweet.” You coo as sweetly as you can before you walk in front of the last man in line. He is of course, tall, his skin is beautiful and glowing in the sun. His abs are incredible and he stands as though he was military. He smiles and has the smallest gap in his front teeth. It’s kinda cute.

“Hi, I’m Sam.” He says as he stands straighter and looks you up and down.

“Hi Sam.” You offer back with a nice smile. You look at the boys and give them all a contemplative look. You are very interested in all of them but you don’t want to ruffle any feathers, at least not on the first day that is. “Okay, I am going to couple up with-“ You see Natasha elbow Bucky and he jumps forward.

“Now wait, you’re supposed to ask us to step forward if we are into you.” He gives you a shy little smile. You blush and look at Sam and Steve who just shrug. Sam steps forward, Bucky eyes him and steps forward as well. You are caught off guard, of course you want men fighting for your heart, it’s nice to be wanted. But so publicly and at the express of the new friends you’ve made.

“Now boys, hold on-“ you start but are interrupted by Steve.

“Well if we are really doing this,” Steve says as he walks forward. Jake shuffles around and Wanda squeezes his hand.

“Step forward if you want, Jake. It’s okay, it’s the first 30 minutes of knowing each other, no one should be too attached at the moment.” Jake shuffles forward and stands shoulder to shoulder with the other three men. You blush and look at each guy overwhelmed by their interest in you.

“Well, I am very flattered but I don’t want to step on any toes.” You start to explain again when Natasha interrupts you.

“No need to worry, Everly. We just met these guys and we have all summer to woo and win them back if you take them.” She winks and you laugh.

“Well how about you tell me about yourselves.” You say and Sam speaks up first.

“I am a retired airman. Now I work in security. I’ve got a boat I love to work on back home and I’ve got jokes for days.” He smiles and you laugh, teasing him a bit.

“So it takes you days to tell a singular joke? Must not be that funny.” You wink and Sam laughs as he shuffles around.

“Oh we’re gonna have fun.” You shrug and move on to the next.

“Jake? What about you?” Jake smiles and adjusts his glasses.

“Well I’m retired military as well. Actually I’m supposed to be dead.” You gasp and he shrugs. “Anyway, I have a niece I am crazy about and I’m really good with computers and tech.” He smiles proudly and you can’t help but smile back.

“I’m sure your niece is very proud of you.” You assure him and Jake beams back at you. You then turn to Bucky.

“Oh my turn? Right, so I am a retired army Sergeant. I now work as a carpenter, me and my buddy started a construction company a few years back and it’s going pretty well. I also do some freelance security work.” You laugh as you ask.

“What does that mean?”

Bucky smirks at you. “If I told you then I’d have to kill you.” He winks and you blush and promptly look at Steve.

“I am a retired army Captain,” he looks at Bucky as he emphasizes his higher rank, and Bucky lightly laughs and shakes his head. “Funny enough I also work in carpentry and have a business with my buddy. Who I also work in freelance security with on the side.” Everyone looks at each other and then back at Bucky and Steve.

“Wait,” you ask. “You two are friends? And know each other from the outside?” Steve and Bucky laugh and nod.

“Yeah, Buck and I go way back.” Steve answers as he squeezes Steve’s shoulder.

“Childhood friends and all. Someone had to keep him from getting his teeth kicked in.” Bucky says as he puts Steve in a headlock. Sam and Jake are laughing, the girls are all in shock and Steve pushes Bucky off of him with a loud laugh. You look at Natasha and she cocks an eyebrow.

“You’re also all veterans, huh? Everly what was it that you do again?” Natasha taking on the role of best/worst wingman in the world. You clear your throat and wish away the blush rising in your cheeks.

“I’m a physical therapist. I work with Veterans who have experienced life changing physical trauma.” All four boys look at you in awe.

“WOW, that’s amazing.” Sam says.

“Could have used one of those when I got out.” Jake says jokingly.

“I bet you’ve helped a lot of men and women get back a little piece of themselves.” Steve admires.

“I know the work you do, mine changed my life after my accident.” Bucky admits, that’s when you notice the faint, white scarring across the left side of his chest and left arm. Your professional curiosity is about to get the better of you but you quickly snap back to the task at hand.

“I do what I can, I hope I’ve made a difference.” You gently smile at Bucky and he gazes back. Natasha clears her throat.

“So Everly, you gonna steal one of our guys?” You look at Natasha and then back at Bucky and Steve. You smirk and playfully answer back.

“Now Natasha, it wouldn’t be any fun if I stole them, they may choose me on their own.” You wink and Natasha give a playful laugh. Bucky looks like he’s about to melt where he is and Steve looks about ready to jump out of his skin. “Well I don’t want to ruffle feathers and we have all summer, plus this guy looks about as sweet as a golden retriever and I need that energy in my life.” Wanda looks a little worried, thinking you’ve got eyes for Jake. You assure her by flicking your gaze to the man you are choosing. “I want to couple up with Steve.” Steve punches the air and gives you a big hug as you jog over to him. You stand by his side as you wait to Peggy to make her entrance. She comes waltzing down the stairs and you feel Steve shift around a little but then he looks at you with his deep blue eyes and you melt. He takes your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. You then hear Bucky whisper to Steve, “I thought they usually saved the Bombshell for last? After Everly my head is spinning so much I can’t bring myself to focus.” Steve agrees. You blush and try not to let it go to your head.

“Well, hello boys.” Peggy says sweetly. “Seems most of you are coupled up,” her gaze flicks to Steve, “but we could change that. Step forward if you fancy me.” Sam steps forward and so does Jake. She looks at Steve and then her eyes float to you. You can tell Peggy is gonna cause some trouble in the future. “Hmmm I think I will couple up with this tall, handsome man right here.” She takes Sam’s arm and Jake shuffles back to Wanda who promptly wraps her arms around his. You get a text.

*Islanders, these will be your couples until the next recoupling. Which may be sooner rather than later. Take some time to know your partner and the fellow islanders. #flirtaway #mixitup*

You turn and look at Steve, he smiles down at you and then looks around to find a place to talk. “The daybeds look like a nice quiet place to talk, wanna?” He asks and you nod.

“Lead the way.” You two make you way across the lawn and pass the pool to the little covered patio on the other end of the lawn. The daybeds lay three in a row and face the rest of the yard. Steve sits down first and you crawl on the bed next to him. As you get settled you meet his gaze and his eyes flick from yours to your lips and then back again. Blushing and looking away, Steve lightly laughs, “So, tell me a little about yourself, Everly.” He reclines and rests one arm across his chest and the other behind his head. His smile is warm and he stares at you like you’re the most important person in the world, you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach as you meet his gaze.

“Well, as I said before I am a physical therapist but I also do some writing on the side. Helps take my mind off of work and lets me escape a little.” Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“A writer too? WOW, what kind of stuff do you write?” He asks as he sits forward, even more intrigued.

“Romance of course!” You tease and Steve laughs. “But really, it’s love stories and teeth rotting sweetness. Just something to lighten up my mood after a hard day.” Steve beams at you and reaches out to squeeze your hand. “Humm what else? I have a sister and brother that I adore and my parents have been married for almost 30 years. I’m pretty easygoing, I love to spend time with friends and my loved ones.”

“Do you live near your family?” Steve asks as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

“I do, but not so close that they would drop by unannounced.” Steve laughs and nods.

“I know what you mean. My mom lives across town and I make sure it stays that way. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my mom, but sometimes you need your own space.”

“Yes!” You exclaim. “Sorry,” you apologize for your loudness, looking around to see if anyone was disturbed by the outburst. All you see is Peggy staring at the two of you. “Umm sorry,” you laugh, “But I totally get that. My sister drops by sometimes unannounced and well let’s just say she has seen some things.” You blush and Steve lets out a loud laugh.

“Oh really?! What kinda things?” He smirks and leans a little closer, itching for the juicy details. You blush even more.

“Umm like an afternoon delight in the kitchen.” You cover your face and Steve pulls your hands away.

“Hey, no need to be shy!” He smiles kindly at you. “Would it make you feel better if I told you an embarrassing sex story too?” You laugh.

“Absolutely!” You cross your legs and lean your elbow on your knees and as you gaze up at him. He laughs and starts to blush himself.

“Well I was still enlisted when this happened. We were out on assignment and were waiting for the all clear to move in on our target. We were board and well, one of the M.A.S.H surgeons decided it would be fun to play strip poker. One thing led to another and me and her were in the back of the humvee going all the way.” You interrupt him.

“Steve this just sounds like your bragging about getting laid in a war zone.” You tease and Steve holds a hand up.

“Hold on, I’m not done.” He laughs and looks up at the sky, “Right as we were about to finish, the back door to the humvee opens.” You gasp and Steve nods, “yup, apparently while we were naked they radioed that we had to move out immediately. Everyone was geared up and ready to go but when they opened the door all they saw was my ass-“ Just then You hear Bucky and Natasha walking over, Bucky decides to finish the story for Steve.

“Yup! And that’s why we lovingly called him America’s ass the rest of his enlistment.” Bucky grins and pats Steve’s back. You try not to laugh as you look at a blushing Steve. He just nods and gives you permission, and you can’t hold it in anymore.

“Oh my god, that’s horrible. And kinda funny.” You laugh and Steve smiles, he likes your laugh, it’s sweet and light. He could listen to you laugh all day.

“I’m a big boy, I can handle being laughed at. But can you Bucky? Should I tell Natasha your embarrassing sex story?”

Nat laughs and looks between the two of them. “You two swap sex stories?” You giggle as you look back at Steve.

“Well yeah, don’t you?” He teases Natasha and she nods in agreement. “So Bucky are you gonna tell it or should I?” Bucky shrugs and looks at you with a smirk.

“Go ahead Stevie.”

“Stevie?” You question with a smirk of your own, Steve blushes and nods.

“Something my mom and my overprotective best friend always called me growing up. Now it’s just whipped out in times where he wants to be condescending.” Bucky laughs and agrees.

“Well I like it, Stevie.” You reach out and ruffle his hair and he catches your hand and give sit a kiss. “But back to the topic at hand, Bucky’s embarrassing sex story!” The four of you laugh and Bucky raises his hands.

“I was with a girl and her dad caught us. Walked right in there for a visit and apparently he had a key. And we were taking advantage of the great lighting in the living room of her apartment.” Natasha gasps.

“Wait?! As in like videos?!” Natasha asks, Bucky blushes and you want to see him do it again.

“If I said no would you believe me?” Bucky says to Nat and she laughs out loud.

“What?!? Like only fans???” Natasha asks, not weirded out at all but interested.

“Yes but it wasn’t mine. It was hers and it was a 1 time thing. We met at a bar and we were gonna hook up so she asked if wouldn’t mind being filmed. I said I didn’t care as long as my face and voice weren’t shown. So we set it all up and got to business. Her dad caught us before we could finish. So the video was deleted and that was my short, non-existent only fan’s career.” Your jaw is dropped and Natasha is laughing. Steve can’t breathe he is laughing so hard. “Anyway, it was for the best cause that was my first and only 1 night stand.” Natasha stops laughing.

“Wait really? Not trying to shame you, just wondering why.” Natasha asks as she takes his hand in hers. He smiles at her and then his gaze flicks to you before he answers.

“I’m more of the romantic type. I can flirt the pants off any women in a heartbeat but 99.9% of the time I then promptly ‘put them back on’. I’m kinda old fashioned in that way, I like it to mean something. Actually now that I think about it that story is kinda sad cause I was going through some shit and I was kinda in a spiral.” Bucky looks from you to Steve. He then lightly laughs. “Way to bring the mood down, Buck.”

“No, you didn’t, Bucky.” You assure him, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Thanks for sharing. And I think that’s sweet about wanting it to mean something, I’m like that too, hopeless romantic and all.” Bucky’s eyes light up in a way that only you catch. He nods.

“Thanks, Everly.” He then looks at Natasha. “So, what’s your story?” Before she can answer her phone dings. “Saved by the bell!” She laughs and opened the message as she screams for the other to join.

“I got a text!!” Wanda and Peggy run over, followed by Sam and Jake.

*Islanders, head to the fire pit for a steamy game of Truth or Dare. If the fire isn’t burning by the end then a switch up may be coming your way. #Hotandheavy #getthefirestarted #sparksareflying*

You and Steve look at each other and then back at Natasha and Bucky. “Sounds like if there aren’t sparks flying then that decoupling might happen sooner than we expected.” Bucky says as he looks at you and then back at Natasha. “We should probably head over.” He says as he stands up, you three follow him over to the fire pit. It’s sits right below the deck and has a built in bench that circles around half of the fire. The cushions are soft and brightly colored to match the rest of the house. You sit next to Steve and feel Peggy’s eyes on you. You glance her way and she avoids your gaze. Steve notices your face and gives you a nudge.

“Everything okay?” You meet his gaze and offer a small smile.

“Yeah, just I seem to have already made an enemy without even trying.” Nodding your head in Peggy’s direction as you whisper. Steve hums and takes your hand in his.

“I’m sorry, anything I can do?” He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb and you blush a little.

“Maybe get those sparks flying so we can stay together?” You give a flirty look and Steve bites his lip as he watches you.

“Oh I can definitely do that.” He smirks as he leans in closer, so close his lips graze your temple. “But maybe I should wait for the game to start.” He pulls back and winks and you just melt. You look across the fire pit and see Bucky, his eyes are soft as he watches you and your stomach does a flip. You give a small smile and Bucky has to bite his lip so he doesn’t break out the biggest smile. He clears his throat and looks at Natasha.

“So how do we play?” His phone dings, “Guess I could have waited 1 second and I would have gotten my answer.” He laughs and opens up the message.

*Islanders, each person will get a chance to pick a truth or dare card. Each card is a steamy dare or a sexy truth. Now let’s get the fire started because whoever you have the most chemistry with is who you will go on a date with tonight, and it might not be who you are partnered up with. #isithotinhere #letsgetstarted*

Bucky meets your gaze and you shift around a little. His eyes are so captivating but you can’t get caught gazing at him when Steve needs to be your focus. You turn your gaze to Steve and he smiles down at you. “Okay, who goes first?” Steve asks, his phone dings and he reads the message, “Looks like it’s me.” He smirks as he walks up to the deck of cards on the edge of the fire pit. Drawing the first card and a letting a big smile break across his face. “I got a dare card and it says ‘kiss the hottest girl for at least 15 seconds’. They don’t have to tell me twice.” Steve turns and looks at you, he walks over and pulls you up from your seat, your heartbeats faster and your gaze flicks to his lips as he leans in closer. Soft gentle lips graze yours and at first it’s sweet and tame. Then his arms wrap around your body and pulls you closer as his tongue gently pushes against your bottom lip, you hold back the moan that’s about to escape you when you hear the timer go off. Everyone cheers and claps. Sam whistles and Jake says some joke about it not counting if there wasn’t tongue. You blush as you pull back and open your eyes. Steve has the cutest blush breaking across his cheeks and nose, give him a ‘sun-kissed’ look and it’s so cute you could melt. You sit and pull Steve to sit down with you, holding his hand and trying to hide your blush from everyone else. Natasha meets your gaze and gives you a killer smirk.

“So Everly, sparks?” She asks and you blush even more. Steve lightly laughs and looks down at you.

“I’d say there were sparks flying, huh?” You nod and Steve pats your thigh as you two sit back.

“Okay, my turn!” Jake shoots up and grabs a card, “Truth! ‘Have you ever faked it to get out of a horrible lay?’ Well I feel this would have been a question for one of the ladies, but surprisingly I have.” Jake looks at Wanda and she just laughs.

“Wait, how?!” She asks, you’re genuinely curious too.

“Well, we weren’t naked yet and I felt horrible about doing it but I also didn’t want to sleep with her if I wasn’t into it. So I just kinda-“

“Oh my god,” Sam exclaims. “You faked getting off in your pants to get out of having sex?!” He looks at Jake and Jake hangs his head.

“Yeah, I did.” The boys laugh, Wanda speaks up.

“I mean it’s sweet you didn’t sleep with her when you knew you weren’t into it. But you could have told her the truth too.” Jake nods and agrees.

“I know that now! Then I was 17 and just wanted to get out of there and get home.” Jake explains. Wanda rubs his back and gently smiles at him.

“It’s okay, Jakey.” She assures him and Jake blushes and acts all shy. Bucky laughs and shakes his head. Natasha stands up and grabs a card. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrow cocks as she reads the card. “Huh, I got a dare and it’s says, ‘Sit in a boys lap who isn’t your partner for 2 rounds.’ Sorry Buck.” She smirks as she walks towards Steve. “I hope you don’t mind,” she sits on Steve’s laps and gets herself comfy. “Rules are rules.” She shrugs and you laugh and shrug. Steve looks anything but uncomfortable. You just roll your eyes and laugh. Nat continues to move around a little at a time, knowing exactly what she’s doing. Sam goes and his was a truth. He had to share what a perfect date would look like. “And then we’d end it back at my place,” he looks at Peggy. “What do you think of that?” She shrugs.

“Seems okay.” She focuses back on the others and Sam sighs and looks over at Bucky, who offers him a pat on the shoulder. It’s your turn and as you walk up everyone cheers you on, you do a little dance as you get closer and it has everyone in stitches and cheering even more.

“She’s got the moves!” Bucky yells as he smirks. You look back at him and wink.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” You flick your hair and seductively bend down to get a card. You know your ass looks good and you know Steve and Bucky are looking at it. Hell maybe even Sam. “It’s a dare-oh Lordy it’s a spicy one. ‘Make out with someone who isn’t your partner for at least 30 seconds.’ Hmmm decisions, decisions.” You look around at everyone and their hopeful faces. Steve pipes up.

“Come on Everly, take your pick. You should pick me no matter what the cards say.” He winks. You laugh and turn to face him.

“Just for that I should make out with Natasha while she’s still in your lap, just to tease you.”

“Please do that!” Sam almost yells.

“Oh god yes!” Jake exclaims.

“Don’t tease us!” Bucky warns

“I’m game if you are.” Natasha smirks. You giggle at all the reactions.

“I won’t do that, mainly because I am straight but also because I’m sure these boys would explode in their pants, and for real this time, right Jake?” You tease and he blushes while everyone else laughs. You throw him a wink and he smiles. “But I’ll give you this.” You walk over and gently peck Natasha’s lips. It’s over before it begins but it affects the boys all the same.

“Shit,” Steve mumbles and you hear the other boys curse beneath their breaths too.

“Now onto the actual dare.” You turn your attention to Bucky. You walk over and move right between is legs. He is laid back casually as he watches you lean closer and closer. As you start to climb in his lap and straddle him his ‘cool vibrato’ breaks and you see his pupils dilate. His eyes flick from your lips to your eyes and then back to your lips. He moves his hands from the back of the bench and slowly moves them up your back, watching your eyes to see if it’s okay. You gently smirk, “this okay, Buck?” Without answering he crashes his lips to yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. He moves his hands to your head, threading his fingers in your hair. You move your hands around his shoulders and feel his chest rise and fall beneath your fingers as he nudges your lips with his tongue. Without a second thought you let him and he licks into your mouth, both of you completely lost to the moment. When you break apart you are gasping for air and your lips are a little swollen. Bucky’s pupils are blown wide and you can feel his heart pounding beneath your hands. Everyone is cheering and whistling as you two come back to earth, under his breath so no one else can hear him, Bucky says.

“Fireworks, absolute fireworks. You just lit up my world, Everly.” You blush and give his chest the slightest squeeze wanting him to know you feel the same way. You quickly climb off and walk back to Steve. You meet Natasha’s gaze and she gives you a knowing look as she passes by and smiles to reassure you that she would have done the same thing. You find your seat next to Steve and shyly look up at him.

“Hi,” you say and he lightly laughs.

“Hey,” there is the slightest bit of worry in his eyes and you reach out and squeeze his knee. “Wish that had been me.” Steve admits and you smile before you let your gaze fall to the ground and then back at Bucky. You turn back to Steve and whisper.

“There still plenty of time left in the game, I’m sure we will get a chance.” You kiss his cheek and he blushes and nods.

The rest of the game isn’t as exciting. Wanda does a little dance for Jake who absolutely loves it. Natasha shares about her threesome experience. Sam has a dare that makes him get close and personal with Peggy who doesn’t hate it but definitely doesn’t love it. The whole time Peggy has her eyes on you. You Ignored her sighs as you settled next to Steve. Even when Bucky and Steve went again and chose you to carry out their dares with. One was to dance with you and the other was to make direct eye contact with you for a full minute. Bucky’s eyes are incredibly beautiful and you didn’t have any issues. Steve knows just how to move and he got your blood pumping towards the end. The whole time Peggy sat there, tight lipped and looking at you like you had killed her dog. When it’s her turn she stands up and grabs her card. “It’s a dare, ‘Kiss your partner until the other islands say stop.’ Well, I-”she looks at Sam and then back at everyone else. She doesn’t speak she just makes a b-line to Steve grabs his face and plants a big kiss on him. And Steve makes the mistakes of going along, his hands along her body and kissing her back.

“Whoa?!” Yells Sam.

“The card said your partner, Peggy! Steve?!” You exclaim, jumping up from where you are sitting. Natasha and Bucky walks towards the scene right as Peggy steps away. She gives a smug grin to you all.

“I know what my card said. I also know what I wanted. I’m fine with breaking the rules to get what I want.” She saunters back over to Sam who stands up and walks to the other side of the fire pit. Steve stands there shocked, with his hair messed up and red lipstick all over his lips. He looks down at you and sees the hurt in your eyes.

“Everly, I’m sorry. But it’s part of the game.” Before you could speak Natasha is standing up for you.

“No me sitting on your lap or Everly making out with Bucky was a part of the game. You helping Peggy break the rules and obviously enjoying it while doing it, that isn’t a part of the game.” You look at Peggy and her smug look, all you want to do is cry. You don’t know why, you just met Steve and it’s not that deep or special, but it’s something about the way Peggy looks at you and seemed to hate you from the moment you met. A text interrupts your thoughts. Sam speaks up.

“It’s mine.”

*Islanders, the game is over. The dates tonight are as follows.*

“Anyone have a text yet?” Jake asks. His phone dings, “oh I do!” He reads it out. “Jake and Wanda. We got a date!” Wanda smiles and kisses his cheek. Sam’s phone dings.

“Let’s get this over with,” he reads it and his eyebrows raise. “Sam and Natasha.” He looks at Natasha and she gives him a flirty wave and wink. “Well, alright.” Sam’s mood looks like it’s improved quite a bit. Steve’s phone dings.

“Steve and-“ he stops and looks up at you and gives you a sorrowful look. “And Peggy.” Your heart sinks and Peggy jumps up and comes to sit on the other side of Steve. You wait and wait and no text comes. Jake gets another one.

*Islanders, those are all the dates. Please head to the room to get ready. #Dates #loveisintheair

You try not to cry, it shouldn’t hurt but it does. In the shows eyes you didn’t have chemistry enough with anyone not Steve and not even Bucky. You feel sick to your stomach and can’t meet anyone’s gaze. Steve tries to talk to you but you just pull away because you can’t let him see you cry. Right before your voice breaks you croak out a, “go have fun, find me when you get back.” And with a kiss on the cheek you disappear to hide until they are gone. You sit up on the terrace and wait to hear their voices drift away as they all leave through the front door, the cars staring and driving away, leaving behind only the sounds of the ocean and your quiet sobs. Sitting there watching the sun set you remember that 1) you need to eat and 2) you aren’t here alone. So you make your way to the kitchen to whip up dinner and then you go to find Bucky. He’s sitting by the pool with his legs dangling in the water. He hears you walking up and he turns around to look at you before he waves you closer.

“Come join me, Evie.” You smile at the sweet nickname he just gave you.

“Thanks, Buck.” You offer back and he lightly laughs. Leaning back on his hands and watching as you sit next to him.

“Well, no matter what that dumbass game says, I think we had some pretty fire chemistry, don’t you?” He says, trying to lighten the mood. You give a sad smile and nod. Bucky sits up and nudges your shoulder. “Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” You shake your head, “Look I know Steve can be a dreamy guy,” you laugh and wipe a tear away. “But even he isn’t good enough to have a beautiful girl like yourself crying over him.” You sigh and wipe away more tears.

“It’s not that, I umm-“ you take a deep breath and look at Bucky. You can tell he is trustworthy and kind, the way his eyes dance over you and not in a sexual way but in a protective and caring way. “I had a boyfriend, we broke up back in December because he was cheating on me. I found him with the women in our bed.” You can feel Bucky straighten up next to you, he puts his hands in his lap and you can tell he is squeezing his hands together. The thought of another man hurting you that way makes him angry, and that is incredibly comforting. “I thought I heard something so I stood by the door and waited. I heard a women say, ‘I know and I don’t care.’ Amongst other things. So, I walked in while they were in the throws, I wanted to make sure he saw me as I walked to the bedside table and grabbed my charger and bags before I glanced at her and then just stormed out.” Bucky puts an arm around you and rubs your shoulder before he leans in and kisses your head.

“I’m so sorry, Evie.” Bucky whispers against your skin.

“So Peggy swooping in and stealing Steve and Steve just going along with it,” you look up at Bucky, “well it opened up some old wounds.” You sigh again, “and I know that’s how this show goes and I know we’ve known each other for not even a day but it still hurt, you know?” Bucky nods.

“Yeah, I do.” Bucky looks at your lips and then back at your eyes. “I’m sorry he made you cry and I’m sorry Steve did too.” He leans in closer. “No man should ever make such a sweet, beautiful girl like you, cry.” And right when you think he’s gonna kiss you, he lifts up and kisses your forehead. A sweet and very kind gesture. “Well since we have this place to ourselves, let’s get to know one another, huh? No more tears unless they are from laughing too hard.” Bucky suggests and you agree.

“You’re right! Even if we apparently had the worst chemistry of the entire bunch, we can still have fun!” You laugh and so does Bucky. He shakes his head.

“Nah, we had chemistry, I think they did that for dramatic effect. And it worked. But now we are here, by ourselves for hours.” He smiles and raises his eyebrows and suggestively. “Whatever shall we do?!” You smirk and lean in really close, close enough to almost kiss him but you don’t.

“We should,” you say slowly. And Bucky nods.

“Yeah?” Bucky asks.

“Totally stake claim on the good beds and eat the best ice cream before those losers get a chance.” You giggle and Bucky nods.

“You read my mind!” He laughs and stands up, pulling you up with him. “Let’s go!” Dashing off to the kitchen you eat the dinner you made and talk about your jobs. “I love what I do and it pays well. But there’s just something about building something from scratch- something about creating that is its own kind of therapy, you know?” You agree and just smile and listen as Bucky goes on about the business he has. “So you work with Veterans?” You nod and sit back, pushing away your empty plate.

“Yeah, a lot of men and women who have lost limbs or have gone through some type of trauma that affects their mobility.” You look at Bucky as he nods and finishes his last bite. You bite your lip, trying to decide if you should ask about his injury or not. If working with Vets has taught you anything it’s that you don’t just casually bring up things that could trigger their PTSD. Bucky looks up at you and he can tell what you’re debating in your head. He smiles and sits back.

“You can ask, I can handle it.” You gently smile and sit forward.

“What happened? What was your official injury?” Bucky takes a drink of water and then sits forward to meet you halfway across the table.

“Roadside IED. Humvee hit it while we were making our rounds. It wasn’t there earlier that day but it was that afternoon. I’m a sniper, well was a sniper, so I was sitting in the nest on top on the car. We hit the bomb and I went flying, as did the car. I woke up and my left arm was hanging on by the bone and only the bone. There was also a large part of the Humvee keeping me pinned. I was in and out so I don’t know how long I was there but I know Steve was the one who saved me.”

“Really?” You ask, trying to control the emotion in your voice. Bucky nods.

“He was back at base and when we didn’t check in they sent out the search team. Knowing I was out there Steve demanded to be a part of it.” Bucky laughs. “He found me and damn near tore every muscle in his arms trying to lift that piece of Humvee off me. He saved me and got me back to base. From there we I was stabilized and sent home. It’s only a miracle that they saved my arm.”

“You have full range of motion and sensations?” Bucky smiles and looks down at his empty plate and then back up at you.

“If you’re asking as a professional? Yes, I can move and feel everything and I have my regular check ups to make sure there is no late onset nerve damage.” His tongue darts out quickly wetting his bottom lip, “if you asking as the woman I’m trying to win the heart of? Yes, I can pick you up carry you upstairs and feel every inch of your body if you’d let me.” Your heartbeat quickens and your eyes flicker to his lips and then meet his gaze again. He smirks and then sits back as you quickly regain your composure. You blush and get up to grab the ice cream.

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“You like mint?!?” You exclaim as Bucky takes a bite. He laughs and defends his choice.

“Not exclusively but maybe I’m just wanting to freshen my breath in case you wanna repeat our dare from earlier. Or make me prove that my range of motion and sensations are fully intact!” You giggle and run away from him as he chases you, trying to kiss you. You run to the pool and one thing led to another as you both go crashing in. You emerge gasping for air and laughing so hard as Bucky pulls you closer. Your laughter dies down as you gaze into each others eyes, growing closer and closer as he backs you up against the pool wall, taking your face in his hands and leaning in. Right as your lips are about to meet, your phone dings. Coming back to your senses you climb out and grab your phone reading the text.

*Everly and Bucky, you guessed correctly. You two had the most chemistry out of all 4 couples and we thought you deserved some private time while the others enjoyed their group date. But the privacy is almost over as the other islanders are on their way back. #Sparkswereflying #recouplinganyone?*

You look back at Bucky and he walks closer to you. Taking your face in his hands. “Well now I won’t feel bad about doing this,” he kisses you as his hands dance across your skin and your arms wrap around his neck. He moans into the kiss as your bodies move closer and you gasp as he bites your bottom lip before soothing it with another kiss. When you pull apart you stare into each other’s eyes and know that this summer is only about to get more interesting. Bucky moves back in but you stop him.

“I can’t- I know Steve and I aren’t exclusive but- I chose him, Bucky. I have to try, please understand.” Bucky sighs as he takes your hand.

“He’s on another date as we speak.” Bucky says.

“And technically so am I. How do you think he will feel when he finds out we got a private date, away from prying eyes.” Bucky sighs again and shakes his head.

“Okay, fine but you can’t deny what we have, Everly.” He pulls you closer and brushes your wet hair away from your face. “And I’m not giving up, I’ll be here. Natasha is great and I’d probably fall for her if you weren’t here but I meant what I said after that dare.” Your breath catches, it’s the first day, could you really have found it all on day one? “You lit up my world, Evie. And I’ll go about this however you need it. But I’m not giving up.” You let out a shakey breath and pull him into one last kiss before pulling apart and putting some space between you two just as the front door opens and the three couples come walking inside, loud as ever.

“Hey! What did you two get up to?!” Natasha yells as she motions to your soaking wet clothes. Steve walks closer and eyes you two intensely. You both laugh and play it off pretty well.

“Oh, well we were having a debate over which ice cream was better and it got heated and Bucky chased me and made me fall in the pool. I made him jump in too as pay back for ruining this perfect outfit.” You give Bucky a playful shove and he picks you up and hauls you over his shoulder, ready to throw you in again.

“You wanna go in again?!” He teases and you yell and try to wiggle free. He tickles your sides. “I don’t know, what do you think Steve?!” Steve laughs.

“Okay Buck, put her down. I think you’ve tortured her enough tonight.” Steve walks closer and pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead. You feel Peggy’s glare bore into your back as Steve ushers you away. You look back and see Bucky watch you walk away with Steve. Nat and Wanda come up to comfort him and usher him towards the kitchen. “So how was your time here?” Steve asks once you get settled on the day beds.

“Good, got to know Bucky a little bit. Can see why you two have been friends for so long.” Steve nods. “He also told me the story about his arm.” Steve sighs and squeezes your hand.

“Yeah that was a scary time. But thanks to people like you,” he kisses your hand. “He is back to his old self.” Steve looks down at you and his eyes flick to your lips. “Man I really want to kiss you right now.” Your heartbeat quickens.

“You do?” You ask, a little unsure. Steve nods and closes the distance between both of you. Your lips crash to his and he slips his hand behind your head. He pulls you closer and you feel your cheeks starting to heat up. He pulls away too soon and rubs his thumb across your cheek.

“Wow, now that was worth the wait.” You blush and curl up next to him as you gaze at the stars.

“So how was your date?” You feel Steve shift and tense up. He clears his throat and you sit up to look at him.

“Well I want to be honest with you,” he hesitates, “Peggy kissed me and I didn’t exactly stop her.” That angers you more than it should and you don’t know why. Especially considering what you and Bucky got up to.

“I really like and care about you but I’d be lying if I said Peggy didn’t turn my head a little.” You sit back and create some distance. “I’m sorry, Everly. I just want to be honest.” You nod and sigh.

“No I appreciate that. And I guess I should be too.” You take a breath. “Bucky and I kissed while everyone was gone. We got to talking and flirting, we had a heart to heart because I was sad after yall left and well we kissed.” You meet Steve’s gaze and he seems a little upset but about as much as you were at his news about Peggy. He then sighs and leans his head back.

“Was your head turned?” Steve asks and musters up the courage to look at you.

“A little, yeah. But I told him that I chose you and I wanted to see where things go- if there is anything here, you know?” You explain and Steve nods.

“Yeah I get that.” He takes your hand. “Thank you for being honest.” You gently smile and kiss his cheek.

“Always,”

“Good to know. So are you gonna tell me why you were upset?” Steve asks as You lean back and stare at the stars.

“Just something earlier today reminded me of my ex who cheated on me. It made me more emotional than it should have. Not sure why though,” you shrug it off. “Anyway, Bucky helped and talked me through it.” You smile at the sky and Steve catches the fondness that washes over your face as you think of Bucky. He wished it didn’t hurt.

“Well I’m glad, Bucky is a great man.” Steve says as he pulls your attention back to him. “So are we all in until a recoupling potentially pulls us apart?” You smile and look at Steve, you see Bucky over his shoulder and he seems to walking your way. He gets there before you could answer Steve.

“Hey! A couple of us are gonna have a late night swim.” His gaze dances over you. “You two wanna join?” You look at Steve and you can tell he’d much rather talk but something in your eyes must have told him differently because he looks a little sad and then answers for the both of you.

“Sure!”

You are getting changed into a bathing suit as you hear two people in the bedroom.

“Did you tell her?!”

“No! Why would I?!”

“Because-“ you accidentally knock over a can of hairspray and it clangs loudly. The people who were talking quickly rush out of the room before you can see who they were. Thinking nothing of it you head down to the pool where the party seems to be in full swing.

“Oh there she is!!” Bucky cheers and whistles.“The party has arrived! Everyone Evie can do an excellent cannonball, saw it myself.” Bucky teases about earlier. You walk over and he knows what’s about to happen and he accepts his fate as you push on his chest and he backflops into the pool. You laugh and jump in after him. Natasha swims over and gives you a look that tells you, she knows everything.

“So a little birdy told me that had we been gone longer then we might have needed to treat this pool.” You blush and shake your head.

“No, nothing like that was gonna happen.”

“But something did.” She smirks. She sees your guilty face. “Oh that face better not be for me, because Bucky is hot, I’ll give you that but I’m not feeling it. So you are not stepping on my toes.” You sigh out of relief.

“I told Steve that my head may have turned.” You admit. Natasha hums.

“And how did he take it?” She asks.

“Pretty well. Said his might have too. But we still wanted to try while we are together.” You say and Natasha nods.

“So where is he?” You look around realizing he isn’t there. “He should be here with you, in the pool, grinding all over each other in the water.” You laugh and look around again.

“I actually don’t know where he is.” You go to climb out. “I’m gonna go see if I can find him.”

You grab a towel and head to the day beds and what you find as you get closer makes your blood boil and your heart breaks. Peggy is straddling Steve and making out with him while she moves his hands over her body. You hear Steve trying to get her to stop, to slow down, telling her that he is with you and that he likes you. “I’m with Everly, I like her-“ but she’s not listening, not respecting his wishes. You are speechless and then you hear her say it, “I know, and I don’t care. Touch me.”

It all comes back to you, standing in the hallway of your own apartment as Colin fucks some girl in the bed you share. “You know this will never go anywhere. I love Everly.” Her laugh and response, “I know, and I don’t care. Touch me.” You storm in to grab your stuff and you see her brown curls draped over your pillow and her legs around your boyfriend. Peggy was the women who fucked your boyfriend.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”

Next

A/N: So I don’t like Peggy is you couldn’t tell 🤭. Also I know Colin is actually a sweetheart but let’s just say this was during his fuck boy phase. 🤷🏼‍♀️.

Taglist: @hisredheadedgoddess28 @cadencejames87 @jessieasher1616 @janineb86 @cjand10 @slytherinqueen4life @theinheriteddutchess @rainydayandmondays @georgiapeach30513 anyone else who wants to be tagged to contact me! 🥰

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🔥

Bucky Barnes ✨

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Relax by @kinanabinks

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista

DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

Ravenous by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Good peach by @wndalovebot

bucky barnes x afab!reader

Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight

Baker!Bucky

Covet by @labella420

Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader

A little help by @mavsstar

DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Eddie Munson ✨

Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Wicked games by @honeystevie

Steve Rogers x Asian!reader

Tonight by @springdandelixn

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Steve x F!Reader

Colin Shea ✨

Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust

Colin Shea x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Good for you by @flordeamatista

DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader

Little fears by @onsunnyside

Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan

Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666

Steve Harrington x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Pressure by @thornsnvultures

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader

Andy Barber ✨

Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge

Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer

Sam Wilson x female reader

Multiple characters ✨

Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis

Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)

The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes

Three's a party by @traitorjoelite

stucky x reader

[twittytelly]

What I Read in 2021 - October

Masterlist

PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS FOR EACH FIC!

What I reblogged:

6A by @rogersevans​

Mean It by @gogolucky13​

Accidentally Dating Ransom & Andy by @theycallmebecca​

Andy Taking You To A Sex Club ask by @punani​

FWB With Ranson ask by @worksby-d​

Shower for Two by @theycallmebecca​

Buy Cookies Soon by @sweetflowerdreams​

Trick or Treating with Dad by @theycallmebecca​

Someday by @worksby-d​

Pregnant… Again by @rogersevans​

The Lost Converse by @firefly-in-darkness​

Campfire by @rodrikstark​

Birthday Fun by @theycallmebecca​

For the Love of You by @specialk-18​

Bingo by @worksby-d​

First Steps First by @rodrikstark​

The Fated Mate by @gotnofucks​

Pushing Your Luck by @sweeterthanthis​

A Drunken Confession by @fluffymisha97​

All Day… by @drabblewithfrannybarnes​

Ongoing Series:

Rawhide by @what-is-your-plan-today​ / @wiypt-writes​

Too Loose And You’ll Lose It by @what-is-your-plan-today​ / @wiypt-writes​ and @icanfeelastormbrewing​

The Riveter by @pagesoflauren​​

Owned Sinfully Sweet Kinktober by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​​

Higher Love by @k-evans-writes​ and @ourfinest-hour​​

Everyone Thinks It by @worksby-d​​

[chaneajoyyy]

Do you recall a fic, maybe a three part series about a woman sleeping with her bandmate? She was staunchly against sleeping her bandmates and had left her previous band bc of that? I think it was a hemsworth one

I sure do! It’s called The Music or the Misery series by my good sis @afriendlyblackhottie 😘. So far it’s 3 chapters. I added the masterlist

[wiypt-writes]

Just A Little ‘Witchful’ Thinking

Colin Shea One Shot

Summary: Colin Shea is the life and soul of each party, and this Halloween is no exception.  But, it’s just no fun when the guy you’re harbouring feelings for barely notices you’re alive…

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, adult content, adult situations, NSFW, 18+

Pairing: Colin Shea x Reader

A/N:  So, I gave you one creepy Halloween fic, and here’s the fluffy, horny one I promised!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 3.6k

Miscellaneous Masterlist // Main Masterlist

The room around you had become stifling hot. The Fireball Whiskey you'd been slowly sipping on all night causing you to flush more and more, but what you found suffocating was the crowd floating between the common space and the three open doors to Apartments 6A, B and D.

It didn't help that you, in 6C, opted not to be included in the open house policy for the party. But with good reason; the last time you abided by it, the dog fucker from downstairs pissed all over your floor. So the building congregated near your door, flowing into the spaces that now felt like they were closing in on you.

 Every time you'd glance at the ultimate party planner himself, you'd find him with his arm wrapped around some slutty looking candy stripper with boxed blonde hair and fake boobs. His doctor's coat and scrubs made him look the part.

You should know better than to pine over the building's very own man-whore but, one flash of that cheeky smile and you always felt your stomach flip. And the fact he insisted on collecting his mail naked with nothing but a tiny towel covering his dick didn’t help.

 Colin Shea was your worst nightmare and your best wettest dream.

 “Yo, Y/N!” You spun to find Danny… or was it Dave, who knows, from 6D waving the bottle of spirit at you. “Top up?”

 "Why not," you sighed, tipping your witch's hat to him.

 He grinned and held the bottle out, pouring you another healthy measure. “Did you get something to eat? The missus made an awesome chilli.”

 "I'll grab some later, just take the top up for now, thanks."

You took your now refilled drink and snuck back into your apartment quickly to use the restroom. Unfortunately, your lack of an open door didn't stay closed once the conga line started, Colin of course leading the way, the buxom nurse behind him.

With a highly disgruntled groan, you left your own place, falling to the back of the conga and instead took the stairs to the roof. You flopped down onto one of the plastic chairs from the patio set that had been there as long as you had, and reached for your cigarettes. The whiskey in your veins was keeping you warm but the chilly Boston autumn teased your exposed skin from your costume. Initially, the all black and lace corset bodysuit sounded like a great idea with the soft tulle skirt to your knees but now you were regretting such a ridiculous costume. If he hadn't given you the time of day by now, why would he tonight, on Halloween of all nights, with Blonde Betty at his side?

 You took a drag and exhaled strongly, as if you were trying to expel your frustrations along with the smoke. You tossed the witch's hat off your head and down to the table, ruffling your hair along the way. You didn't hear the rooftop door open but you surely heard it slam shut.

 You looked over your shoulder, expecting to see Dave or possibly Sarah from downstairs but to your surprise, it was Colin.

 "6C," came his deep voice. 

 "Shea." You took a drag. 

"Why the long face? I saw you miss the conga line back there." 

"Needed fresh air. You seemed to have missed the ‘not my apartment’ memo, Colin."

"Y/N, come on...."

"No. I didn't want you or anyone else traipsing through. I don't like piss on my bathroom floor, nor do I want my kitchen ransacked and I certainly don't care to come to bed to find Fred from the first floor in it passed out and unmovable."

“That was one time.”

“One time too many.”

“I helped you clean up, and bought lunch.”

"Yeah, you helped clean up, but I bought lunch. You conveniently forgot your cash upstairs."

“Well, the thought was there.” Colin shrugged, grinning.

"What do you want? Do you need me to leave? Casing the roof top so you can fuck Nurse Jackie away from prying eyes?"

“What? No… why are you being so shitty?”

You sighed and shook your head. Taking a final drag of your cigarette, you put it out and grabbed your red solo cup to go back to your place. "Night Colin. Great party as always."

You brushed past him and he stepped back a little, allowing you to pass.

“She’s gay, you know.”

You paused as your hand closed on the handle of the door and turned back to him. “What?”

“The blonde, she’s gay, and her name is Clara, not Jackie.”

"Okay." You frowned.

“Just thought I’d tell you.”

"Why?"

“Because you seem pissy about it."

You looked down at your heeled boots and huffed. "I was, I am, I don't know."

Colin merely looked at you, his brows raised and you gave a groan, before an absolute spew of words tumbled from your mouth.

"Look, I've lived here for two years now. We, I thought, had become friends or something. And I know I moved into your ex-girlfriend's place, and I know you loved her, and I'm sorry for you that it ended. But sometimes you hold me at a distance and lately, the more it happens the more annoyed I get. I guess somewhere along the way I thought we might have been more than just friends and I was stupidly assuming so.”

You took a deep breath as Colin blinked, and everything in your brain screamed for you to shut up but your mouth simply wasn’t cooperating.  “I see new girls come and go, then when you need to escape, you pretend to need to take over for the maintenance guy and hide at my place or up here and I was going along with it for a while and fine but....now I'm rambling. Jesus, this shit hits fast." You dumped back the rest of your solo cup and dropped it to the rooftop ground before ashamedly turning away, cringing to yourself.

Way to go, Y/N.

Suddenly, there was a loud laugh from behind you. “Y/N, I asked you out. You told me to fuck off!”

“You asked me out so that girl that you’d been sleeping with would leave you alone!” You spun to face him, your tone accusatory.

 “No, that… wait,” he pointed at you, his head cocked to one side, “is that why you said no?”

 "Yes!"

 At that, his laughter once more rang across the rooftop.

 "Why are you laughing at me?" You could feel the angry heat rising in your neck.

 “I’m not, I’m…” Colin shook his head as he tried to stop, “oh Jesus…”

 "This is so dumb, I'm going home. Goodnight, Colin."

 “I was sleeping with those other girls to make you jealous, Y/N.” He managed to stutter out as his chuckles stopped.

"What? What are you seventeen? Jesus Christ, Colin! That's.... That's... Fuck you!"

 “Clearly it worked!”

 You frowned. This was nothing but a joke to him, a fucking child-like game and now you were feeling a little more than hurt and upset. You were gnawing on irritated and angry.

 “Anyone tell you how hot you are when you’re pissed?” Colin grinned.

You pointed at your own face and twirled your finger in a circle around your features. "This is my not amused face."

 “I know, when you pull your amused face you get these little crinkles here,” he raised his fingers and pointed to the corner of his eyes. “Now you just got this one big line here,” this time he pointed to the space between his eyes, “it’s still cute.”

 You blinked a little as Colin took a step towards you.

 "You lick your lips when you're nervous and chew your cheek when you're concentrating on something. You like your coffee flavoured, as long as it goes with vanilla cream, and you like to wear shorts and long sleeve shirts to bed.”

 Another step, bringing him even closer.

 "The tattoo on your wrist is for your grandmother who died when you were in your twenties and the one on your foot is to remind you you're better with your best foot forward.”

 He advanced again, stopping a mere foot away from you.

 “You only smoke when you drink and you'd rather drink wine over whiskey, and beer on Sundays while watching the Pats play or at a Sox game."

 You blinked, your mouth dropping open slightly as he flicked a brow up, his arms folding over his face. 

 “And that expression there, that’s the one you pull when you got nothin’ to say, even though you desperately wish you did.”

 You snapped your mouth shut, your teeth making a sound. Your next inhale was shaky and he smirked at you.

 "Got you, didn't I?"

 "How do you... When did you... Why..." 

You didn't get to finish your stuttering as Colin cupped your face, his hands nearly wrapped over your back jaw, ears and through your hair. His lips were on yours with your gasp swallowed up. His kiss was slow, yet deep and your hands planted against the broad plane of his chest as you allowed yourself to get lost in the moment.

 “Does that answer why?” His voice was quiet as he pressed his forehead to yours.

 "Yes," you whispered.

 "I'm gonna kiss you again," he smirked.

 You licked your lips, "okay."

 And he did.

 Your hands slid up, over his shoulders and round his neck as his lips softly caressed yours. You hadn't noticed as you kissed how your bodies moved towards the futon along the brick wall to roof access door, but when your legs hit the edge, you pulled back. "I'm not one of those girls, Colin. You can't just leave in the morning or we can't...."

“Kinda hard to leave when you live opposite me.”

"Colin…”

 He shook his head. "Not a chance, 6C"

 For some reason, you believed him.

 Again your tongue glided over your lips and you cursed yourself for the tell. "Fuck it." You kissed him this time, your hands fisting in that blue scrub shirt before trailing under the shoulders of that white coat lifting it away and guiding it down his arms.

 “Oh, we’re doing this on the roof?” He smirked against your mouth as he shrugged the coat off and tossed it somewhere behind him

 "Well it's not exactly private downstairs, is it? And you and I are the only two with keys."

 “You’re not just a pretty face, are ya?”

 "Guess you'll have to find out."

 “Oh I intend to.”

 Your lips met again this time with a fire and fervor as Colin's quickly explored your mouth. Yours rolled and lolled along with his. Your ass fell to the futon cushion, your kiss never breaking. With a slight huff, Colin collapsed over the top of you, the futon squealing slightly beneath you both. His lips moved over your jaw to a soft spot behind your ear and you shivered as he kissed you there. Down your neck those same lips went until your collarbone, where he gave you a nip and you moaned, your hands scratching at his neck and down his back. His hips were seated between yours as he carried on, happening to kneel at the rooftop. His hands were at your waist as his lips covered each freckle along your chest, his nose hitting between your breasts before again giving you a nip above each mound, which were perfectly round thanks to your corset.

 Your breathing was deep, your chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale, your eyes remaining closed as you concentrated on the feel off his lips and that tiny bit of day-old stubble he was sporting against your warm skin. Then he suddenly stopped as his forehead fell to your chest and his breath was heavy.

 "Fahk." He groaned.

 "What?" You breathed.

 "I don't have anything. I wasn't expecting... This."

 “We could go and kick everyone out of my place…”

 Blue eyes peered up at you and you couldn't help but swallow harshly.

 "I tell you what," he kissed up your chest to your collar bone, "I'm gonna take care of you right now," he kissed your neck then your jaw, "then we're gonna kick everyone out of my place and I'm gonna fuck you into November next year." 

“Next year huh?” You couldn’t help the smirk as his lips nipped behind your ear, “that’s a big promise, Shea.”

 He cocked his head to the side, "Tuesday then?"

 "Works." You quipped.

 “It’s a solid four nights and three days.”

"Shut up and rock my world, Shea."

 With a final cheeky grin, his lips crashed back to yours, a little grunt escaping his throat as your hands tangled in his hair, nails scratching his scalp. Those fingers at your hips were quickly curled around the edges of your tulle skirt, bunching the material up towards your waist. He groaned as he saw your French cut bodysuit attached to a fishnet garter.

 “You always wear these or is it just because it’s Halloween?”

 "It could be a regular thing."

 "Fucking hell.”

 You giggled and flicked your brows. Colin's lips were in the inside of your knee, making their way towards the inside of your thigh, his hands moving over the fishnet stockings as he went. Your head fell back against the arm of the futon as his fingers tickled your skin through the material.

 "Oh baby, you're ticklish, I like that."

 “You know I am,” you gave a soft gasp as his teeth gently nipped the apex of your thigh, “you made me drop that cheesecake the other month when you got me in my ribs, remember?”

 "I didn't realize it was all over." His nose ran along the apex of your thigh, and you could hear him inhaling your scent before he spoke again, his accent strong. "Gaaahd, I wanna taste you."

 His words spiked something in your belly and your breath stuck in your throat. “Fucking shut up and do it then.”

 Fingers hooked into the side of your bodysuit and he pulled the lace to the side, exposing your wet and neatly trimmed slit. Colin's forearm planted over your thigh as he held the fabric away with his fingers. With the middle finger of his free hand, he rubbed along your opening.

 "You're fucking soaked. That's all me?"

 “No, it’s for 5C.”

 A glare not appreciating your sarcasm focused on your eyes and you smirked. That slick coated middle finger dipped into your folds and soon you were silent bar from soft moans as he pumped those deft digits into you, gliding in and out of your hole, before he went palm up, hooking that finger and find your soft spot.

"Jesus, fuck." He was playing you as well as he played that guitar and in turn, it made you want to sing.

Colin said nothing as his nose bumped your clit, his tongue taking to you like an ice cream scoop. You hooked a knee over his shoulder, your boot clad heel bringing him closer as your hand pulled at the spikes atop his head. You heard and felt him growl a little and automatically your fingers tightened in his hair.

"Fuck, baby."

"Yeah," you whined. "Right there." His tongue continued to work you over, long licks interspersed with quicker flicks, his fingers still curling against your inside walls. You were starting to feel your body heat from inside out, like magma rising to the top of a volcano, ready to erupt.  "Please....I need to...."

 Colin’s tongue quickened a little, and he shifted, his mouth now covering your clit as he gave a suck. 

You cried out, your body curling in over his head as you let go, your eruption coming fast. You arched your back, pushing yourself further onto Colin’s face as he continued lapping and sucking as you rode that wave, your limbs stiffening as the rest of you trembled

 "Fahk you're amazing." He crooned. "So sweet."

 “Yeah, your dirty talk is gonna need some work.” You spoke as your breath evened out.

 "Oh I can get dirty, baby," he kissed your thigh and stood. His hard cock was outlined in his scrub pants.

 Before you could stop yourself you sat up, reaching out with your hand and palming him over the thin material.

 He grunted as you rubbed him. "Sweetheart."

 You looked up at him with big doe eyes under your long fake lashes and green and purple glittery eyes. "Maybe we don't have to go down to your place," you spoke in a sultry tone, still rubbing him.

Colin swallowed and your hand pushed further against him.

"Take it out," you instructed.

“Ooh, 6C… I’ve not seen this side of you before,” Colin smirked as he pushed the scrubs and his boxers down. “Gotta say, I like it.”

 "Shut up, 6A." You wrapped your hands around him and gave a tug with a soft twist. His thick shaft felt warm and velvety soft in your palm. He was wide, long. More than you'd ever had experience with. He gave a slight hiss as his hips bucked forwards, thrusting into your closed palm

 "Someone's eager." With your quip, your lips closed around his head, that drop of precum coating your tongue as you wrapped your mouth around him and slid down, coating his cock with your spit. What you couldn't swallow down, your fist made up for the rest.

 “Ahh, fuck…” Colin’s voice was nothing more than a choked whisper as his hand tangled in your hair.

 Up and down you went, your hand and mouth working in tandem to return the pleasurable favor he gave you. If you couldn't fuck, you were still going to enjoy this. No matter how much you wanted to sit on the same cock that was deep down your throat.

 “God, Y/N, I really wanna…” Colin grunted as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, “…I really wanna fuck you.”

 You popped off his cock with a loud pop. "I'm clean and covered."

 His hand cupped your face, keeping you from going again. "I'm clean, I swear."

 You bit your lip and then your cheek. "Fuck me, then."

 "Will you ride me?"

 You blinked a little at his request. “You want me…”

 “Yup.” He nodded. “First off this futon is just far too small for me to get you on your back and second off, I want to see your face this time, because I’m gonna make you cum like no one’s ever made you cum before.”

"Oh fuck," you sputtered.

 With his ass to the cushion and his boxers and scrub pants down to his knees, you stood and watched him for a second as he stroked himself. Your first knee planted at his thigh then your other and you were over him, hovering above his fisted cock. You bunched the skirt between your arm and hip while your free hand found the panty line of your bodysuit. You pulled it aside and Colin held his dick steady for you. Slowly, you sunk down, his head spearing you first, then inch by inch you moved down his shaft being stretched at his girth.

 Colin’s head fell back as you yourself groaned at the feeling of him filling you. 

 “Oh…” you managed to squeak as his hips bucked upwards, hardly giving you a chance to adjust.

 "Fuck," he ground out as he gripped your hips. Your hands fell forward on his shoulders and your breasts fell into his face. He bucked upward again and you bounced with him.

 You gasped as his mouth sucked at the swell of your cleavage, “no… fuck…no marks!”

 He chuckled into your skin. "I'll get you one day."

 "Not there," you panted.

 His hips rolled and bucked into you. The sounds of your slick and his cock coming together with a sinful squelch was heard among the traffic and bustle below your building. His hands slid up your back and curled over your shoulders as he went for a deep bang and a dirty grind. The pressure on your clit from his pelvic bone made you swallow a thick and heavy moan. You didn’t recognise the sound you made, it was absolutely filthy and Colin did it again, before his hand tangled in your hair as he pulled your face down to his for a dirty kiss.

Tongue and teeth clashed and gnashed, sounds swallowed by kiss. Your hands curled into his scrub shirt and you tore yourself away from his lips as you could no longer hold back that white hot feeling as your eyes blackened and you saw literal stars.

"I'm gonna, oh fuck... again."

Your head titled back in his hands and your eyes fluttered as your lips puckered into an 'o'.

“God, you’re so pretty when you cum.” His hands back on your hips, Colin raised his legs onto the balls of his feet, fucking into you deeper and faster.

You shook and his grip on you tightened. You could feel him ready to cum and you wondered if he was going to cum inside you or pull out. Then your eyes met his and you kissed him, hard.

Your forehead touched his as you broke apart and the word left your mouth. "Cum."

“Shit, Y/N…” his eyes were wide, pupils blown. His jaw clenched a little and you felt his hips give a few more deep pumps before he stilled with a loud gasp and a whimper. You felt the tell-tale warmth of his seed inside your walls, coating you, claiming you.

He sagged back against the cushion, tipping you forward as you went with him, your hands planting on his chest to prevent you falling onto him fully. "Hands down that was the best sex I've ever had," he panted, tucking his hand behind your ear.

“That’s a pretty high claim, considering you’re a man whore.” You gave a little smirk as you looked at him, your body still coming down from it’s high. “Wasn’t so bad for me, either.”

"Not so bad, huh?" He kissed you softly. "Then I need to convince you I can do better.”

You went to move off his lap but he kept you in place.

 “Colin…”

 “Just a little while, then we can go back and join the party again.”

 "Okay." You kissed him softly yourself before hunching over to rest your head on his shoulder. 

His hands moved up and down your corset covered back. "Maybe you can stay over at my place? And we can have some huevos rancheros."

“You just promised breakfast.” You sat up and smirked. "Are you really ready to do mornings with someone you're sleeping with?" 

Colin snorted. "I promised I'd fuck you into Tuesday. You're in for a treat, 6C." He smiled, eyes flicking between both of yours. 

“Am I really or is it just witch-ful thinking?” You grinned, your lips brushing his, “geddit, witchful?”

 He chuckled lowly, then that turned into a loud laugh. "C'mon, the doctor will see you now."

 You popped a shoulder, chuckling, as you met him halfway for another kiss.

 The pair of you stood and straightened yourselves out as much as possible before you made your way back down, easily mingling into the crowd of party goers, seemingly your absence going unnoticed.

Colin gently planted his hand at the base of your spine and leaned down to say something to you, but you were interrupted by someone dressed as a mummy, holding a plate. The guy from 4A, maybe?

 “Guys, you really need to try that Pumpkin Pie that Hayley brought, it’s to die for.”

“Maybe later,” Colin replied, before he smirked. “I just ate.”

[georgiapeach30513]

The North Princess & The Seven Men, Part 3

Summary: It’s Colin’s turn.  

Pairings:  Colin Shea X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings:  Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, shower sex, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4k

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

Barely awake you move your hands to rub the sleep out of your eyes.  Snuggled close to you still, three days later, is Steve and Bucky.  Neither of the two have left your side.  Hell, they hardly let you do anything for yourself.  They carry you everywhere, you’ve almost forgotten how to use your feet.  Fix your food for you, draw your bath and sit in the bathroom with you.  Bucky is the one who is the biggest culprit, and even though it shouldn’t, your heart swells every time he says, “Little Dove, you okay?” with the utmost sincerity in his voice and eyes.

Even before you could tell that Bucky Barnes was touch starved, but being professional he refused to act on his need to touch your soft skin.  You pet along his face, knowing that today is the day.  You’ve noticed the quiet mumbles of the other men in your home telling Bucky and Steve to back off.  Sensing you’re awake Bucky’s piercing blue eyes look at you, “Dovey, you, okay?”

“’M okay.  Do we have to get out of the bed?”

He sits up, grunting with his morning stretch, “Yes, today’s the day for another in your lessons.”

Steve’s body shuffles around, pulling you closer into him, “Yeah but there’s no reason you have to leave,” his eyes glance down your body, and you swear he nearly pouts.  “What?”

“It’s not me that’s going to be in your bed, Dove,” and then it all makes sense.  Why the others have told the soldiers that they needed to back off.  Bucky Barnes is not the one you’ll be having sex with.  It’s overwhelming having had sex with Steve.  You’ve cared for each of these men, and they have specific details in protecting you, but after having sex with Steve and having Bucky take such gentle care with your body, you’ve grown…fonder.

“Oh, I just assumed…”

Steve’s gritty morning voice rumbles deep inside of you.  Feeling yourself heat up with having these two men so close to you, no doubt that they care about you as well.  “We thoroughly thought this through.  There’s a method to our order.  It’s only to protect you.”

“Are you saying with each person it’s going to be more…intense?” both men nod their head at you.  “I see.  Should I be concerned, Buck?”

Bucky and Steve both laugh at you.  “Not concerned.  I may want to see you fall apart, but I always will be there to put you back together as well.”

You have no words to say.  You figured each one wouldn’t be as gentle and sweet as Steve.  Growing more comfortable with these two soldiers, now you’re scared again.  Not that you don’t enjoy the other men, but you’ve been vulnerable with these two.  Bucky’s arm hooks under your legs, picking you up bridal style, “Let’s get you some breakfast.  We’ll all be out later.”

Wear something comfortable you were told.  Something comfortable?  That’s not very descriptive.  Your fingers glide across the many gifts that were intended for Charles, guess you’ll need to be getting more.  So many colors, styles, and materials.  “The black lace one is my favorite,” Colin’s voice rumbles behind you.  Startled you turn to look at him.  “Sorry, I’m early.  Everyone left, but I’m just…this isn’t something that’s normal.  I’m just a bit nervous because it’s you, Little Dove.”

“Me, too,” you giggle over at him.  

The happy Colin smiles, reaching his hand over to grab the black lace babydoll.  “Only if you want to though.”

Offering him a coquettish smile push him out of the closet before closing the door to change.  It’s silly to not let him see you, but it also seems odd.  He didn’t protest so you know he’s ok with it.  Undressing you pull the babydoll over your body.  A chill runs up your spine.  “Little Dove?” you know you hear Colin’s own nervousness in him.  Out of everyone Colin seems to be the biggest ladies’ man, but there is a sweetness to him as well.  When you asked him about the number of girls, he brought home the answer was always, never found the right one Dovey.

“Yeah?” you finally answer, opening the door to view him standing right in front of you.  Both yours and Colin’s eyes look the other over.  Colin having undone his shirt and removing his pants, leaving him with just his boxer briefs, giving you a clear view of his toned body.  

“You’re okay with this right?” walking closer to you, his hand skims down your bare arms, leaving chill bumps in their wake, drifting back up to play with the strap of your sleeper.  Finally, his eyes roll up to meet yours.  You give him a quick nod, already feeling heat pool the barely there panties you’re wearing.  “Dovey, you need to answer with your words, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeak out.

“Not good enough,” his body walks over to the bed sitting down, and you actually pout at him.  Pretending to absentmindedly create circles on the ivory duvet, his fingers are much more enticing than they should be.  Walking ever closer to your bed, he holds up his finger, wagging it, “Uh uh.  You don’t get this until I’m satisfied with you saying you’re okay with this.”

“’M okay, Colin.  If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have agreed to it,” finally, his finger wags towards you to join him on the bed.  Crawling on your knees closer to him, his strong arms stop you.  With a quick frown he leans forward, soft petal pink lips peck along yours.  He peppers your lips with the sweetest kisses, still keeping your body further from his, regardless of how hard you try to get closer.

“You’re just trying to jump me, aren’t you?”

“Well, isn’t that what we’re doing?”

Colin sighs deeply, thinking about exactly how he ended up in your bed.  “Can we just, explore each other’s body first?”

Your lips turn up in a smile, pulling yourself closer to him, “Then you’re going to have to touch me, Col,” you crawl further to him, straddling his legs, he doesn’t object, just pulls you closer.  His hands firmly on your hips, fingers that tighten on your supple skin.  Soon the kiss turns feverish, his tongue dominating your mouth, your voice preens when you feel his cock barely grazing your covered mound.  

“Holy shit,” Colin chokes out with the sound.  “Dove, I want to see you,” his voice so much more ragged than before.  He slides you off him, his fingers hooking into the thing lace panties, slowly pulling them down, eyes flicking between your face and your now uncovered core.  “Dovey…” his voice trails off.

“Colin, can I see you?” you squeak out.  Needing to know exactly what you’re getting into.  Not wanting you to close your legs, he slides down his briefs.  “Oh…” your voice extra breathy, Colin chuckles while your face never leaves his length, already wanting him inside of you.  Wiggling to crawl on top of him.

“No, not yet,” slowly his mouth opens, looking at your spread cunt.  “Touch yourself.”

“What?” you whisper, looking at him.  He notices the confusion written all over your face.  The more his eyes linger on you, the more you realize just how innocent you actually are.  Steve took things extremely easy on you.

“Have you never done that?” shaking your head no quickly, his head tilts at you, “What a shame, such a pretty pussy.  Can I show you?”  

“Please.”  

His body scoots closer to you on the bed, slowly his fingers move to your glistening folds.  Shyly touching you, your body tensing up.  “Relax.”  That word again.  “You just roam around.  Do what…feels good.  That’s what sex is.  If it feels good…” a soft mewl escapes your mouth, and you watch his cock twitch at how responsive you are to his body.  “Keep doing it.  This feel good Dove?”  

“Yes,” your voice pants out, breathing already becoming ragged.  

“You can even put a finger…” his finger slowly sliding in your drenched channel, his mouth slack as he watches your cunt suck him in, “in.  Your turn,” pulling himself out of you, he pulls your hand down.  You had never touched yourself, but you move your fingers around the way that Colin did, but it just doesn’t feel the same.  Sulking because he felt better.  “Don’t be afraid to try different pressures and tempos.”

When you look up at him, with his fist tightly around his cock, pumping his length, “Match my movements.  Imagine it’s me.”

You listen to his words, adding more pressure, and it does the trick.  Needing to explore your walls, you slide your fingers down, entering one in your tight slick hole.  Colin moans watching you, and you now have your heart set on putting a show on for him.  Moving your body along with your fingers, pulling out to spread your cunt even wider for him, moving back to your bundle of nerves, and it does feel good.  It’s even better watching Colin react to your movements.  Speeding up your motions as you race for that sweet release, and when you feel yourself gush at your release, surprised at the reaction, and also wanting to close your legs in shame Colin’s hands grab ahold of your legs holding them apart.

Leaning forward he licks up your cum, moaning at the taste of you.  “Come on,” his hand wraps around you, pulling him with you.

“Where are we going?”

“Shower.  I’ve always fantasized about having you in that big shower,” your movement stops, and he turns to look at you.  “What is it Dovey?”

“You’ve thought about having sex with me?” you smile at him.  You never imagined that any of these men would have envisioned taking a promised woman.

“Well, yeah.  You’re beautiful, kind, sweet.  You have so many things that I love about you.”

“Colin…” your speechless.  Looking at his sweet barely scruffy face.

“No, we can’t do the soft fluffy stuff right now.  I’m about to have sex with you, in your shower, to get that pretty pussy ready for your fiancé Charles.  Don’t get attached.  To any of us,” as excited as you were now a sadness creeps over you.  Colin leads you in the bathroom, turning on the water to get the perfect temperature before turning back to look at you.  “Dovey, I’m sorry.”  His arm wrap around you, holding your body close to his.  Trying to reassure you that all of this isn’t about love or feelings, it’s about following Charles’s orders for his future wife.

“No, you’re right.  It shouldn’t be this way.”

“I’ll still make you feel good, and I’m going to enjoy taking care of you.  I was very jealous of Steve and Bucky these past few days,” eventually you give him a soft smile.  His hands pull off his shirt, coming over to you he removes the black lace.  Wandering hands move to your dripping and sticky cunt.  “Still ready for me princess,” softness returns to his voice and you follow him in the shower.

Upon entering the warm water, he pulls your body into his, with a quick thud to his solid body, you look up at him.  Tenderly your lips connect, kissing the way you have wanted him to, with so much need.  When his toned thigh goes in between your legs you begin grinding on him.  He slides you off only to enter two fingers inside of you.  Scissoring them in a way that Steve told you was stretching you.  “Cum on my fingers, Dovey.”  When his thumb massages your clit, it doesn’t take long for you to come undone on his fingers.  “You look so pretty when you do that.”

With a spin of your body, he presses you up against the glass.  Whimpering at the stark contrast between the chilled glass and warm water.  Spreading your legs his cock rubs along your slick.  “Let me know if I hurt you,” excitedly you nod your head.  

You whine when the bulbous head of his cock slides through, “You can take it, Dovey.”  You see his eyes flick over to the mirror, watching you as you smile with every inch that slides in your velvety walls.  When he’s fully sheathed, he spreads your cheeks, staring at where you two are connected.  “Shit, Dovey.  You’re stretch so well around me.  Wish you could see the way you take me.”

“Colin…” you moan.  Never offering anything else.

When his hands grip tightly to your waist, he leans forward, whispering in your ear, “You can take it princess, but stop me if you need me to,” his lips attaching to your neck, he ruts into you.  Hitching his hips forward while his skin slaps against yours.  Pushing your face and tits more into the shower.  Your hands slide around the steaming up glass, eyes flicking to the mirror as you watch Colin’s face watching himself entering in your tight cunt.

Trying to feel and understand your body, you focus on feeling everything that he’s doing to you.  Everything is just…scumptious…even the way his face never leaves his cock pushing into your stretched cunt.  How the vision of him entering you is a turn on.  “Gotta see you when you cum on my cock,” his voice whispers, pulling himself out of you.  Hearing you whine with the feeling of being empty from him he smiles, “Missing my cock already?”

When his body picks you up and slams you against the shower wall, “Oh, shit,” your voice hums.

“Bet you wouldn’t say that to your subjects, princess.”

“Just fuck me.”

“Shit,” he finally buries his cock into you.  Slamming into you, your body sliding up on the shower wall.  Squeaking as his thrusts push your body up.  “Touch yourself,” he pants.  Sliding your hand down your body you come into contact with your little nub that Colin enlightened you about.  “That pretty pussy is clenching so well, sweetheart.  You’ve ruined me for other pussies, Dovey.”

His thrusts become sloppy, and your belly heats up, throwing your head back on the wall, Colin jerks it back, “Want to see you.  Keep your eyes on me when you cum.  Need to see those pretty eyes when I destroy you.”  Overcome with his movements inside of you, you come undone.  Grasping tightly to his biceps, with a final pump into you, you feel the warm ropes of his cum paint your walls.  “Didn’t even realize the water is now cold.”

He pulls out of you, and pushes you into the cooler water.  Wetting your hair before washing you up.  When he notices your body trembling, he turns of the water.  “Let’s get you in bed.”  Dressing you in one of his hoodies and sweat pants before carrying you to the bed, tucking you under the covers, and then wrapping his arms around you.  “You’re okay, right, Dovey?” his hands rub gently across your forehead.  Using his body heat to warm you back up.

“Yes Colin.  I’m okay.”

“No matter what, we’re all gonna take care of you,” with a quick kiss to your forehead, you snuggle in closer to him.  Drifting off into sinful beautiful dreams.

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Niamh’s Reading List - October 1st-7th 2021

I thought since I haven’t been posting fics I’d compile all the fics I’ve read and loved and share it with you guys! This also was gonna be a monthly round up but I clearly read more than I realise! 😂

Rock ‘N’ Roll People in a disco world Chapter 10 Part 2 - @wiypt-writes Paul Diskant x Reader.

Papers Part 3 - @alliewritesthings Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Election Night - @punani College Sweetheart!Senator!Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Special Treatment - @anika-ann Ari Levinson x Reader

Moving on - @alliewritesthings Chris Evans x Reader

Necessary Arrangements Part 9 - @stargazingfangirl18 Ransom x Reader, Andy x Reader, Ari x Reader

Little Miss Scatterbrain - @starry-eyed-romantics Chris Evans x Reader

A different kind of love - @river-soul Alpha!Andy Barber x Beta!Jake Jensen x Omega!Reader

Turn the lights on - @sweetlyscared Steve Rogers x Reader

GOing for all or nothing Part 1- @sweater-daddiesdumbdork - Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Hypnotic Stirrings: Happy Wife, Happy Life - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork - Nick Vaughn x Pregnant!Reader

Rawhide Chapter 6  - @wiypt-writes Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Quarantine with Colin - @theycallmebecca​ Colin Shea x Reader

Higher Love Part 53 - @k-evans-writes​ Chris Evans x OFC Nickie Morrison

Life After the Snowpiercer - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ Curtis Everett x Reader (I’ve practically binged this so this is a link to the masterlist! 😂)

6A - @rogersevans​ Colin Shea x Single Mom!Reader

Rock N Roll People In A Disco World Chapter 10 Part 3 - @wiypt-writes​ Paul Diskant x Reader

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Well here we are again! Here’s a list of the incredible fics I’ve read this month. As always, please make sure you check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption! This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and most of these fics contain adult themes.

Please give some love and reblogs to all these incredible writers because they deserve all the praise! Hope you enjoy these as much as I did 💕

* indicates a series/multi-part fic

✨ @swtbbybarnes

Show time (Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes)

✨ @jobean12-blog

From bed to better (Bucky x female reader)

Returning to love (Bucky x reader)

A vampire's love (Bucky x reader (Vampire!Bucky))

Groucho barnes (Bucky x reader)

Pun intended (Bucky x reader)

The boy next door (Bucky x reader)

✨ @lokithealligator

*Born in flames (Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @world-of-aus

*Stark industries: the soldier (Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader)

✨ @metalbuckaroo

Picnic (dbf!bucky x fem reader)

Birthday to remember (Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Reader)

✨ @littlelioncub43

Find out next week (Lee Bodecker x Reader)

✨ @afriendlyblackhottie

Positions (Andy Barber x Black!Reader)

✨ @cherienymphe

*Crossfire (Biker!Bucky x Reader x Steve)

✨ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

*Wilford's demands (Curtis Everett x You)

Patience kitten (Ari Levinson x You)

✨ @sweetlyscared

Unknown variables (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson)

✨ @holacia2

*kisses (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

✨ @bemine-bucky

After dark (Frank Castle x Reader)

Coney Island (Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader)

Confessions (Sam Wilson x Reader)

Dive in (SugarDaddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @angrythingstarlight

Check and mate (Alpha Biker Chris x omega reader)

A private after party (Rockstar Stucky x reader, Steve x reader, Bucky x reader)

Hazy dreams and good mornings (Firefighter Bucky x reader)

All dressed in white (Dark Mafia!Bucky x reader)

Wicked little games (Mafia Steve x bratty reader, bodyguard Bucky x reader x bodyguard Andy)

✨ @drabblewithfrannybarnes

*My best friend Jensen (Jake Jensen x female best friend reader)

Never have I ever... (Jake Jensen x female reader)

✨ @buckys-darling

Electric (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @holdontorogers

Illicit affairs (Andy Barber x fem!Reader)

*Will you teach me? (Steve Rogers x agent!reader)

✨ @amythedvdhoarder

*Stockholm syndrome (Dark Stucky x Reader)

✨ @stargazingfangirl18

Taken (Andy Barber x female!reader x Ransom Drysdale x Steve Rogers)

✨ @navybrat817

*Howling commandos tattoo (Bucky Barnes x female!reader x Steve Roger)

✨ @tuiccim

*A scarred enigma (Bucky Barnes x OC Lexa Green)

✨ @saiyanprincessswanie

Dreams do come true (Steve Rogers x reader)

✨ @samwilsons-pillowpecs

Little spoon (Sam Wilson x Female Reader)

✨ @whisperlullaby

Falcons (Brock x Reader (briefly) Sam Wilson x Reader (AU))

✨ @river-soul

Serendipity (Andy Barber x Reader)

✨ @wkemeup

*Start again (steve x reader)

Understudy (bucky x reader)

✨ @sweeterthanthis

*Where the wildflowers grow (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader)

✨ @buckybarneschokeme

25 years (Dad!Bucky x Reader)

✨ @dreamlessinparis

Let the poison seep through (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Innocent F!Reader)

Tear my life into pieces (Curtis Everett x reader, soft!dark!Colin Shea x Reader)

✨ @christowhore

Eye for an eye (mob!bucky barnes x barnes!wife!reader // mob!bucky barnes x mistress!dolores // mob!thor odinson x barnes!wife!reader)

✨ @payperhearts

Work from home (ceo!andy x employee!reader)

✨ @bucksfucks

*Suite 8 (mob!bucky barnes x f!stripper!reader)

✨ @syntheticavenger

Shame and fortune (Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader and Soft Dark! Ari Levinson x Female Reader)

✨ @the-iceni-bitch

Plain to see (Single DILF elementary school teacher!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader)

The boyfriend experience (Ari Levinson x fem!Reader)

✨ @jamalflanagan

Never let me go... (soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader)

✨ @vampy-doll

*Bride of soldat (Bucky Barnes x reader)

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

The morning after

Pairings | Colin Shea x Reader

Warnings | smut, vaginal sex, slight dirty talk

Word count | 1069

Summary | the morning after with Colin

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"'Morning." You mumbled, a warm smile graving your lips as you felt Colin's feather against the back of your neck.

"Good morning." He chirped back, hands travelling over your sides, fingers tickling slightly. You squealed, squirming in his grip as Colin's laugh echoed in your ear.

"C-Colin! Stop!" You gasped, your giggle joining his as he slowly brought his fingers to a stop. Your breathing finally steadies and you turned to face him, the man already propped up on one elbow as he gazed at you.

"Round two?" He smirked, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth at his blue eyes danced over your barely-clothed body. You laughed it him, smacking his chest playfully, making him chuckle. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him.

"Round two? With how much we didn't last night it's be more like round six..." you scoffed and Colin leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a quick kiss as you splayed against his chest, hands resting flat on his shoulders.

"Mmm, how about round six then?" He mumbled against your lips, and you smiled against him as he leaned in for another kiss. It quickly became heated, his hands sliding down from where they rested on your hips to cup your ass.

The t-shirt of his you'd stolen had ridden up, resting under your ribs and leaving your pussy bare. It tingled at the the cool air it was exposed to, Colin's large hands massaging your ass cheeks making it quiver. He pulled the cheeks apart before landing a quick slap to both at the same time, causing you to gasp.

He took the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth, smoothing the wet muscle over yours as you moaned into his mouth.

"Mmm, Colin." You mumbled as he pulled away for air, his lips littering your collar bone as your hips rolled down into his. He ground up against you, groaning as his length slid across your bare folds - the only barrier between your skin the thin fabric of his black boxers.

"What do you want, hm?" Colin murmured into your skin, sucking at your pulse point and nipping lightly with his teeth. You hissed as his tongue snuck out, soothing over the mark as he smirked proudly.

"Please, fuck me." You moaned into his ear, and Colin didn't need to be told twice. You reached down, hands fumbling as you freed him from his boxers, pumping his insanely impressive length in your much smaller hand.

You pulled away for a moment, sitting up so that Colin could reach across to his bedside table. He pulled the small drawer at the top open and picked out a condom. He sat back in front of you, ripping into the packet with his teeth. You watched with sparking eyes as he rolled it down over his impressive length. He looked back up at you, you lip between your teeth before you were wrapping your hand around him again.

Colin moaned, bucking up into you as he threw his head back. You bit your lips to hide a giggle, lining his tip up with your entrance and teasing yourself with the mushroom head. Your Clint jumped as he nudged it, causing you to groan.

He chuckled, sheathing himself into you with one long thrust that had you both crying out.

"So needy for my cock, hm?" Colin smirked and you whimpered, burying your face in the pint where his neck and shoulder met. Colin's hands gripped your hips in a bruising hold, planting his feat on the mattress and thrusting up into you.

It didn't take long for you to get our bearings, bouncing to meet his thrusts as you kiss and nipped and sucked at the exposed skin of his neck. One his hands left your hips, trailing around to your front, tickling up your body until the tips of his middle and index fingers were tapping against your bottom lip.

You took them into your mouth without hesitation, closing your lips around the digits and swirling your tongue as if it was his cock in your mouth. Colin mumbled a little fuck at the sight before him as he was pulling them from you mouth. The digits pulled on your bottom lips as they retreated, leaving a trail of saliva down your body until they found your throbbing clit.

The moan you let out when they pressed onto the small bundle of nerves, drawing little circles, could only be described as pornographic. Your walls clamped down on him and Colin groaned into your ear, hot breath intoxicating on your skin.

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence now, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.

"C'mon, pretty girl, cum on my cock. Make a mess for me." Colin murmured in you ear. Between that, his fingers still toying with your clit, and his cock pumping into you at a brutal pace, you came. Hard and euphoric. Your walls fluttered around him, your face buried in his neck as you panted against his skin.

"Colin!" You cried out, but it was muffled against him as your hips continued to roll against his.

"That's it, fuck, let me hear you." Colin groaned, his fingers leaving your clit to grab your waist again as he fucked you through you release and to his.

He moaned your name as he came, his hips rolling to a stop. You were laying on his chest, chin between his pecks as you big your lip. His head tilted down to look at you, his lips mirroring your cheeky grin. He stayed inside you, hands resting on your ass.

"How about I make us some breakfast?" Colin mumbled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your swollen lips.

"Mmm," you hummed as you pulled away, sitting up straighter, "Colin Shea does breakfast? Who knew?" You smirked teasingly with a quirked brow, and Colin shook his head in disbelief. You squealed as he flipped you over, hovering above you with your wrists pinned either side of your head.

"Or we could just stay right here." He murmured, lips brushing yours as he spoke.

"That sounds wonderful." You whispered, and Colin's lips quirked into a small smile before his lips were once again pressed to yours.

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ransom drysdale x reader

in which you have to protect ransom drysdale because he has the same face as steve rogers, your ex who’s gone back to peggy

warnings : fights, guns, hostage situation, tiny bit of violence

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ransom’s seen pretty much everything.

travelled around the world, eaten the finest delicacies, snapped away for five years into non-existence all because of a purple, ball-sack face alien.

or so he thought.

because sitting here cuffed to a chair infront of you barely conscious, he begs to differ.

how did the night get so fucked so fast?

“hey.” he extends his leg, trying to nudge yours desperately.

you were a sight to behold with your hair undone, dark locks tousled around your delicate neck.

but ransom can’t afford to marvel at you, in fact the first thing he needs to do is get the fuck away from you.

because the way you’d jammed that glass cup up that bartender’s throat without a second thought, you were no ordinary woman.

“psst, hey.” He tries again, eyes skimming over the room.

they probably were holding them both for ransom.

hell would freeze over before he gave any of his money to those fuckers who chained him up like a dog.

you stir around slightly as you slowly open your heavy eyes. a groan slips out when you try to adjust yourself, only tightening the hold on your hands.

“good, you’re up.”

you lift your head to see a bloodied ransom across you.

slumping back into your seat, your body cries out in pain at the slightest movements.

as soon as you’d tasted the martini, you knew it was an ambush, thankfully spitting most of it out.

but it was too late, the drug almost instantaneously taking action, making you groggy.

the last thing you vaguely remember is dragging ransom out only to be whacked out cold, seeing stars.

“what’s going on? hey, are you going back to sleep?”he asks, straining his leg out to nudge yours again.

“you just don’t shut up, do you?” you croak out, barely above a whisper.

“i’m being held hostage in this room,” his nose scrunches up, “so, I’m sorry if I’m just a little curious as to what the fuck is going on.”

he looks almost pitiful, dried blood on his forehead and desperation in his eyes.

reminds you of steve after missions when he would limp around, all bruised up.

your eyes flicker over to the one camera pointed right at you, but the way it was angled you knew your hands weren’t in view.

“do you know about the avengers?” you work on dislocating your wrist to free your hands chained behind you.

not exactly your favourite thing but it worked everytime.

he rolls his eyes and quirks an eyebrow.

“you think I don’t know the avengers? the whole ‘saviours of the world but we choose to remain anonymous’ crap?”

“well, you’re looking at one right now.” you give an umamused smile, slightly flinching at the wrench that causes a tear in your ligaments.

he probably wouldn’t have believed you if he hadn’t witness you take down six people with such ease just a few hours? ago.

“anyways long story short, you look just like captain america and for some reason hydra just can’t seem to get over that face of yours.”

he lets out a genuine laugh which only seems to intensify the throbbing pain in his head.

you were a whole other kind of crazy.

“steve rogers? no one’s even seen his face under that dumb cowl of his.” he snorts, noticing the slight shift in your face at the mention of steve.

“andy barber. jake jensen. colin shea. ever heard of them?”

another tear.

he shakes his head, his irritation only growing by the very second.

“a few months ago, each one of them started disappearing one after the other. the only thing they had in common was their faces. they looked exactly like you, like him.”

you clench your jaw as you position your wrist for the final twist.

the last one always hurt like a bitch.

“you’re crazy.” he huffs, in disbelief.

he knew he shouldn’t have gone to that stupid event, not let his mother get in his head like always.

he could be at home right now, in his lavish three bedroom villa overlooking the sylvan surroundings.

but here he was, tied up in a filthy room with an avenger.

you might have to agree with him on the crazy part because you’re regretting the whole dislocating thing when the last twist pulls through, pain nearly blinding you.

he can only watch in horror as he realises what you’re doing.

“no, like you’re actually insane.” he breathes out in disbelief as your hands slip out of the chain.

the door swings open, guns pointed right at you.

a particular face in the middle catches your eye as you recognise him.

“you know you’re not getting out of here that easy, right?” zemo chuckles, “broke those pretty bones for nothing.”

“you get blipped for five years and this is the first thing you do? somebody needs to get a life.” you slowly get up, hands raised (you think?)

you couldn’t really feel them anymore.

“sit back down.” he orders, gun pointed right at your head.

he yells at you to sit down again but the gun’s pointed at ransom now.

“holy fuck, dude, don’t point that shit at me. this is how 99% of the people in movies die.” ransom pleads, his eyes closed.

“he’s not steve, you know that. so, why are you doing this? I mean I know why I’m doing this.” you hesitantly sit back down, your ears pleased for once to hear the familiar whirring.

just a few more seconds. that’s all you needed.

he cocks his head, “doing what?”

“buying time.”

ransom’s seen enough action movies to know the probability of him accidentally being shot by any of the rain of bullets whizzing past you two right now is high.

too high for his liking.

he thinks he saw a red flying thing knock out zemo? before you pushed him down so hard the chair broke.

“jesus christ, are you trying to kill me?” He yells, his back throbbing in pain.

and all of a sudden, it’s quiet,a persistent ringing taking over his ears.

he opens his eyes to see you hovering over his face.

it’s weird, your lips seem to be moving but he can’t hear you.

and it’s all black.

“i just want you to know that what you did back there, that was stupid.” sam glares at you, in the rearview mirror.

“and dumb.” bucky chimes in.

you roll your eyes.

it was going to be a long ride to the safehouse.

the car bumps and ransom bounces around, his head hitting the top.

“jesus, hold him or something.” bucky turns around, looking at ransom’s unconscious body sprawled on the seat.

you scoot over closer to ransom, your hand guiding his head to your lap.

bucky turns back around, a grin creeping up to his face which you just want to punch off.

you look down at the bloody mess on Ransom’s forehead, fingers slightly grazing over it.

it was done with a blunt object, most likely the back of a gun.

you can’t stop staring at his face, the same lump forming in your throat again.

so you force yourself to look away, focus on the trees zooming past until sam stops the car infront of a small house, “we’re here.”

bucky hands you a bag of essentials, waving at you to go in, “we got him.”

the house is actually better than most safe houses you’re used to.

it has electricity and hot water and that’s already made it a top contender.

you head straight for the shower, stripping down to nothing while turning on the water.

you hiss in pain at the contact of water on your aching skin.

the water’s scorching hot but it’s the only way you feel clean.

you scrub off the grime and dirt like always, desperately washing away the dried blood under your fingernails.

a trail of reddish brown water as you wash your hair, nails scratching every surface of your scalp.

quickly changing into a set of clean clothes, you pull out a box of needles.

you’re sloppy with your stitches, maybe cause you’d gotten used to him doing it for you.

throwing your wet hair into a towel, you debate whether to clean his wound up or not.

but your hand is already reaching for the bag of first aid sprawled all over the sink.

“it’s just a nice thing to do.” you mumble, making your way to the living room.

sam’s passed out on the couch adjacent to ransom and you’re pretty sure bucky went out to get some food.

they’ve changed his clothes for him but the ugly bruise on his forehead only seems to be swelling up.

you sit down on the floor, rummaging through the box, pulling out cotton and antiseptic.

“am I dead?” he croaks out, slightly shifting.

you chuckle, looking back at him.

a few dabs of the brown liquid on the cotton.

“this is gonna sting.” You warn him before gently wiping the angry bruise.

he flinches, groaning in pain.

“where am I?”

“safe.”

“yea, that’s really comforting.” he looks up at you in annoyance.

you exchange to a new waft of cotton, still cleaning up the dried up blood.

it’s strange, how weird yet nice your gentle touches feel.

the way your lips slightly part and eyebrows knit together as you concentrate.

ransom never really had someone take care of him like this.

“wher’s Steve?” he asks the lingering question on his mind.

there’d been many conspiracy theories online, each one crazier than the other.

he again notices the slight clench of the jaw, the shift in your position at the mention of his name.

“gone.” you reply stoically, placing the gauze over the swelling wound.

a shit reply but he can’t bring himself to pry further.

you look down at his face, the familiarity of this catching you offguard.

after every mission, he’d force you to sit down and tend to your every wound, every scratch.

can’t have my girl walking around, all bruised up like that.

and you’d force him to sit down and do the same.

it was always so personal, standing between his legs, his hands around your waist while yours worked around.

“hey, you okay?” ransom lifts his head, regretting it instantly as pain shoots up his entire body.

you blink away the tears threatening to spill any second.

“yeah, I’m good. Get some rest.”

you fumble around, hurriedly picking up the first aid kit, your shaky hands doing little to help you.

you were clearly distraught and ransom had a sneaking suspicion why.

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a/n : i dont even know if u can physically dislocate your wrist yourself lol, im just making shit up as i go lmao

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𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 & 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

Includes: Chris Evans - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - Andy Barber - Curtis Everett - Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) - Ari Levinson - Jake Jensen - Frank Adler - Johnny Storm - Colin Shea - "Me" - Mike Weiss - Jake Wyler

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ➺ 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

╭ Read the warnings for each fic. Includes fics with non-Chris Evans characters. ╯

*New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by author.

@andysbubba - four's company - ceo(s) au, andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

@angrythingstarlight -

[Call in Sick] - bucky barnes x reader, boss!andy [Disciplinary Action] - bucky barnes x reader, andy barber x reader

Wicked Little Games - mob au, bratty!reader x mafia!steve, reader x bodyguard!bucky, reader x bodyguard!andy barber

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@awesomerextyphoon - Speculum Cupido - dark, dark!steve rogers x reader x dark!ransom drysdale

@captainapple - Whatever It Takes - dark, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!steve rogers

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - Not The Only One - ex spouses, dark!andy, dark!jake jensen

@et-lesailes - spreading the sugar [1] [2] [3] - sugar daddy!andy & ransom drysdale (twins) x reader

@fairyevans - [Warm Welcomings] [House Warming Gifts] - carter baizen x reader, ransom drysdale x reader

@lahyene - Eavesdropping. - steve rogers x reader ft. johnny storm (as steve’s brother)

@navybrat817 - Overtime - jake jensen x reader, bucky barnes x reader

@nsfwsebbie - you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.

@ozarkthedog - Proviso - CEO!chris evans x reader, andy barber x reader

@river-soul - A Different Kind of Love - A/B/O, alpha!andy barber x omega!reader x beta!jake jensen

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc! reader, ransom drysdale x bi!woc!reader

@sinner-as-saint - Devilish. - drysdale twins (ransom & steve) x waitress!reader

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Afterthought - biker au, biker!andy barber x reader, biker!ari levinson x reader

[Dare] [Truth] [Consequences] - Consequences: andy barber x reader, past ransom drysdale x reader

Ensnared Masterlist - dark, ransom drysdale x reader, minor mr. freezy (robert pronge) x reader

Foursome w/Andy, Ransom, & nomad!Steve

Necessary Arrangements Masterlist - mob au, different reader x each character - andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

Ransom/Ari/Andy Foursome

Taken - dark, prison au, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!ransom drysdale x dark!steve rogers

@starryevermore - she gets the flowers - ransom drysdale x reader, steve rogers x reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

@sweetlyscared - A Simple Solution - soulmate au, andy barber x reader, ari levinson x reader, andy barber x reader x ari levinson

@the-iceni-bitch - Religious Kink with Jake and Colin

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The North Princess & The Seven Men, Pt. 2, Colin Shea

Summary:  It’s Colin’s turn.  

Pairings:  Colin Shea X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings:  Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, shower sex, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.4k

Previous

Barely awake you move your hands to rub the sleep out of your eyes.  Snuggled close to you still, three days later, is Steve and Bucky.  Neither of the two have left your side.  Hell, they hardly let you do anything for yourself.  They carry you everywhere, you’ve almost forgotten how to use your feet.  Fix your food for you, draw your bath and sit in the bathroom with you.  Bucky is the one who is the biggest culprit, and even though it shouldn’t, your heart swells every time he says, “Little Dove, you okay?” with the utmost sincerity in his voice and eyes.

Even before you could tell that Bucky Barnes was touch starved, but being professional he refused to act on his need to touch your soft skin.  You pet along his face, knowing that today is the day.  You’ve noticed the quiet mumbles of the other men in your home telling Bucky and Steve to back off.  Sensing you’re awake Bucky’s piercing blue eyes look at you, “Dovey, you, okay?”

“’M okay.  Do we have to get out of the bed?”

He sits up, grunting with his morning stretch, “Yes, today’s the day for another in your lessons.”

Steve’s body shuffles around, pulling you closer into him, “Yeah but there’s no reason you have to leave,” his eyes glance down your body, and you swear he nearly pouts.  “What?”

“It’s not me that’s going to be in your bed, Dove,” and then it all makes sense.  Why the others have told the soldiers that they needed to back off.  Bucky Barnes is not the one you’ll be having sex with.  It’s overwhelming having had sex with Steve.  You’ve cared for each of these men, and they have specific details in protecting you, but after having sex with Steve and having Bucky take such gentle care with your body, you’ve grown...fonder.

“Oh, I just assumed...”

Steve’s gritty morning voice rumbles deep inside of you.  Feeling yourself heat up with having these two men so close to you, no doubt that they care about you as well.  “We thoroughly thought this through.  There’s a method to our order.  It’s only to protect you.”

“Are you saying with each person it’s going to be more...intense?” both men nod their head at you.  “I see.  Should I be concerned, Buck?”

Bucky and Steve both laugh at you.  “Not concerned.  I may want to see you fall apart, but I always will be there to put you back together as well.”

You have no words to say.  You figured each one wouldn’t be as gentle and sweet as Steve.  Growing more comfortable with these two soldiers, now you’re scared again.  Not that you don’t enjoy the other men, but you’ve been vulnerable with these two.  Bucky’s arm hooks under your legs, picking you up bridal style, “Let’s get you some breakfast.  We’ll all be out later.”

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Wear something comfortable you were told.  Something comfortable?  That’s not very descriptive.  Your fingers glide across the many gifts that were intended for Charles, guess you’ll need to be getting more.  So many colors, styles, and materials.  “The black lace one is my favorite,” Colin’s voice rumbles behind you.  Startled you turn to look at him.  “Sorry, I’m early.  Everyone left, but I’m just...this isn’t something that’s normal.  I’m just a bit nervous because it’s you, Little Dove.”

“Me, too,” you giggle over at him.  

The happy Colin smiles, reaching his hand over to grab the black lace babydoll.  “Only if you want to though.”

Offering him a coquettish smile push him out of the closet before closing the door to change.  It’s silly to not let him see you, but it also seems odd.  He didn’t protest so you know he’s ok with it.  Undressing you pull the babydoll over your body.  A chill runs up your spine.  “Little Dove?” you know you hear Colin’s own nervousness in him.  Out of everyone Colin seems to be the biggest ladies' man, but there is a sweetness to him as well.  When you asked him about the number of girls, he brought home the answer was always, never found the right one Dovey.

“Yeah?” you finally answer, opening the door to view him standing right in front of you.  Both yours and Colin’s eyes look the other over.  Colin having undone his shirt and removing his pants, leaving him with just his boxer briefs, giving you a clear view of his toned body.  

“You’re okay with this right?” walking closer to you, his hand skims down your bare arms, leaving chill bumps in their wake, drifting back up to play with the strap of your sleeper.  Finally, his eyes roll up to meet yours.  You give him a quick nod, already feeling heat pool the barely there panties you’re wearing.  “Dovey, you need to answer with your words, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeak out.

“Not good enough,” his body walks over to the bed sitting down, and you actually pout at him.  Pretending to absentmindedly create circles on the ivory duvet, his fingers are much more enticing than they should be.  Walking ever closer to your bed, he holds up his finger, wagging it, “Uh uh.  You don’t get this until I’m satisfied with you saying you’re okay with this.”

“’M okay, Colin.  If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have agreed to it,” finally, his finger wags towards you to join him on the bed.  Crawling on your knees closer to him, his strong arms stop you.  With a quick frown he leans forward, soft petal pink lips peck along yours.  He peppers your lips with the sweetest kisses, still keeping your body further from his, regardless of how hard you try to get closer.

“You’re just trying to jump me, aren’t you?”

“Well, isn’t that what we’re doing?”

Colin sighs deeply, thinking about exactly how he ended up in your bed.  “Can we just, explore each other’s body first?”

Your lips turn up in a smile, pulling yourself closer to him, “Then you’re going to have to touch me, Col,” you crawl further to him, straddling his legs, he doesn’t object, just pulls you closer.  His hands firmly on your hips, fingers that tighten on your supple skin.  Soon the kiss turns feverish, his tongue dominating your mouth, your voice preens when you feel his cock barely grazing your covered mound.  

“Holy shit,” Colin chokes out with the sound.  “Dove, I want to see you,” his voice so much more ragged than before.  He slides you off him, his fingers hooking into the thing lace panties, slowly pulling them down, eyes flicking between your face and your now uncovered core.  “Dovey...” his voice trails off.

“Colin, can I see you?” you squeak out.  Needing to know exactly what you’re getting into.  Not wanting you to close your legs, he slides down his briefs.  “Oh...” your voice extra breathy, Colin chuckles while your face never leaves his length, already wanting him inside of you.  Wiggling to crawl on top of him.

“No, not yet,” slowly his mouth opens, looking at your spread cunt.  “Touch yourself.”

“What?” you whisper, looking at him.  He notices the confusion written all over your face.  The more his eyes linger on you, the more you realize just how innocent you actually are.  Steve took things extremely easy on you.

“Have you never done that?” shaking your head no quickly, his head tilts at you, “What a shame, such a pretty pussy.  Can I show you?”  

“Please.”  

His body scoots closer to you on the bed, slowly his fingers move to your glistening folds.  Shyly touching you, your body tensing up.  “Relax.”  That word again.  “You just roam around.  Do what...feels good.  That’s what sex is.  If it feels good...” a soft mewl escapes your mouth, and you watch his cock twitch at how responsive you are to his body.  “Keep doing it.  This feel good Dove?”  

“Yes,” your voice pants out, breathing already becoming ragged.   

“You can even put a finger...” his finger slowly sliding in your drenched channel, his mouth slack as he watches your cunt suck him in, “in.  Your turn,” pulling himself out of you, he pulls your hand down.  You had never touched yourself, but you move your fingers around the way that Colin did, but it just doesn’t feel the same.  Sulking because he felt better.  “Don’t be afraid to try different pressures and tempos.”

When you look up at him, with his fist tightly around his cock, pumping his length, “Match my movements.  Imagine it’s me.”

You listen to his words, adding more pressure, and it does the trick.  Needing to explore your walls, you slide your fingers down, entering one in your tight slick hole.  Colin moans watching you, and you now have your heart set on putting a show on for him.  Moving your body along with your fingers, pulling out to spread your cunt even wider for him, moving back to your bundle of nerves, and it does feel good.  It’s even better watching Colin react to your movements.  Speeding up your motions as you race for that sweet release, and when you feel yourself gush at your release, surprised at the reaction, and also wanting to close your legs in shame Colin’s hands grab ahold of your legs holding them apart.

Leaning forward he licks up your cum, moaning at the taste of you.  “Come on,” his hand wraps around you, pulling him with you.

“Where are we going?”

“Shower.  I’ve always fantasized about having you in that big shower,” your movement stops, and he turns to look at you.  “What is it Dovey?”

“You’ve thought about having sex with me?” you smile at him.  You never imagined that any of these men would have envisioned taking a promised woman.

“Well, yeah.  You’re beautiful, kind, sweet.  You have so many things that I love about you.”

“Colin...” your speechless.  Looking at his sweet barely scruffy face.

“No, we can’t do the soft fluffy stuff right now.  I’m about to have sex with you, in your shower, to get that pretty pussy ready for your fiancé Charles.  Don’t get attached.  To any of us,” as excited as you were now a sadness creeps over you.  Colin leads you in the bathroom, turning on the water to get the perfect temperature before turning back to look at you.  “Dovey, I’m sorry.”  His arm wrap around you, holding your body close to his.  Trying to reassure you that all of this isn’t about love or feelings, it’s about following Charles’s orders for his future wife.

“No, you’re right.  It shouldn’t be this way.”

“I’ll still make you feel good, and I’m going to enjoy taking care of you.  I was very jealous of Steve and Bucky these past few days,” eventually you give him a soft smile.  His hands pull off his shirt, coming over to you he removes the black lace.  Wandering hands move to your dripping and sticky cunt.  “Still ready for me princess,” softness returns to his voice and you follow him in the shower.

Upon entering the warm water, he pulls your body into his, with a quick thud to his solid body, you look up at him.  Tenderly your lips connect, kissing the way you have wanted him to, with so much need.  When his toned thigh goes in between your legs you begin grinding on him.  He slides you off only to enter two fingers inside of you.  Scissoring them in a way that Steve told you was stretching you.  “Cum on my fingers, Dovey.”  When his thumb massages your clit, it doesn’t take long for you to come undone on his fingers.  “You look so pretty when you do that.”

With a spin of your body, he presses you up against the glass.  Whimpering at the stark contrast between the chilled glass and warm water.  Spreading your legs his cock rubs along your slick.  “Let me know if I hurt you,” excitedly you nod your head.  

You whine when the bulbous head of his cock slides through, “You can take it, Dovey.”  You see his eyes flick over to the mirror, watching you as you smile with every inch that slides in your velvety walls.  When he’s fully sheathed, he spreads your cheeks, staring at where you two are connected.  “Shit, Dovey.  You’re stretch so well around me.  Wish you could see the way you take me.”

“Colin...” you moan.  Never offering anything else.

When his hands grip tightly to your waist, he leans forward, whispering in your ear, “You can take it princess, but stop me if you need me to,” his lips attaching to your neck, he ruts into you.  Hitching his hips forward while his skin slaps against yours.  Pushing your face and tits more into the shower.  Your hands slide around the steaming up glass, eyes flicking to the mirror as you watch Colin’s face watching himself entering in your tight cunt.

Trying to feel and understand your body, you focus on feeling everything that he’s doing to you.  Everything is just...scumptious...even the way his face never leaves his cock pushing into your stretched cunt.  How the vision of him entering you is a turn on.  “Gotta see you when you cum on my cock,” his voice whispers, pulling himself out of you.  Hearing you whine with the feeling of being empty from him he smiles, “Missing my cock already?”

When his body picks you up and slams you against the shower wall, “Oh, shit,” your voice hums.

“Bet you wouldn’t say that to your subjects, princess.”

“Just fuck me.”

“Shit,” he finally buries his cock into you.  Slamming into you, your body sliding up on the shower wall.  Squeaking as his thrusts push your body up.  “Touch yourself,” he pants.  Sliding your hand down your body you come into contact with your little nub that Colin enlightened you about.  “That pretty pussy is clenching so well, sweetheart.  You’ve ruined me for other pussies, Dovey.”

His thrusts become sloppy, and your belly heats up, throwing your head back on the wall, Colin jerks it back, “Want to see you.  Keep your eyes on me when you cum.  Need to see those pretty eyes when I destroy you.”  Overcome with his movements inside of you, you come undone.  Grasping tightly to his biceps, with a final pump into you, you feel the warm ropes of his cum paint your walls.  “Didn’t even realize the water is now cold.”

He pulls out of you, and pushes you into the cooler water.  Wetting your hair before washing you up.  When he notices your body trembling, he turns of the water.  “Let’s get you in bed.”  Dressing you in one of his hoodies and sweat pants before carrying you to the bed, tucking you under the covers, and then wrapping his arms around you.  “You’re okay, right, Dovey?” his hands rub gently across your forehead.  Using his body heat to warm you back up.

“Yes Colin.  I’m okay.”

“No matter what, we’re all gonna take care of you,” with a quick kiss to your forehead, you snuggle in closer to him.  Drifting off into sinful beautiful dreams.

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Sugar, We’re Going Down

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Summary: All rules are meant to be broke. Even yours.

Pairings: Colin Shea x Black!Best Friend!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, cunalingus, swearing

(A/N: hiiiiiii. So I thought I’d deleted this story but I found it. Turns out I couldn’t see it because of the way my drafts would reset when I’d scroll but I found it so it’s all good now. This isn’t a songfic it’s just I’ve always wanted to use a Fall Out Boy song for a title and this works. Anyway like follow reblog and comment. Please. 💜 ✌🏾)

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Rule number one of being in a band? Never fuck your band mates.

It is without a doubt a bad idea and something you should never ever, ever do. Under any circumstances. That’s what you told yourself before you’d met Colin, at least.

When you saw the flyer in this coffee shop you go to, you kind of thought eh why the fuck not. Funny because you’d been let go from your last band for not wanting to fuck the lead guitar player.

You hadn’t really been expecting much out of it, though. Kind of like a last ditch effort before you just gave up on being a musician altogether. Luckily it worked out because you’d been singing with them for a minute now. Somehow you meshed with them.

Especially Colin.

It’s not like anything had happened yet. He was just so cute to look at. Plus you kinda dug his overall goofiness. You were pretty sure he could keep you laughing for hours. You were also pretty sure other women noticed though because he was never short on having a girlfriend. Or whatever it is he called them because you’d gathered that he was a commitment-phobe which is another reason why you were trying not to like him too much.

Which was what you were trying to tell yourself especially today of all days because you’d literally be spending all day alone with him. Not that you hadn’t before, but since coming to the realization that you were into him, you honestly didn’t know how to act

You were pretty sure that you’d always kind of liked him. Since the moment he’d introduced himself you were drooling. Apparently you managed to pull things off because you’d been with them ever since. Until last Saturday you hadn’t really thought about it. Like you knew he was hot and yeah you had fun with him, but could you say that you liked him.

Obviously the answers yes because you were playing a show and it honestly felt like you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. It was annoying. Especially since you’d spotted his girlfriend (??) in the crowd.

As far as you knew with Colin he didn’t really do relationships, but it seemed like this one was sticking around. It was kind of a bummer, but you wanted him to be happy so you weren’t going to say anything. The last thing you needed was to ruin your friendship.

After your set you went to the bar for a glass of whisky. Your other band mates sitting around as they watched Colin arguing with what’s her name.

“Trouble in paradise?” You asked after he finally joined you.

He rolled his eyes before asking the bartender for a shot and a beer, taking the seat beside you. “It’s nothing. At least you were awesome tonight,” he complimented, nudging you lightly.

As the two of you ended up talking about that and then whatever else came to mind the drinks were flowing. The two of you doing shots together. Then him drinking another beer.

Your bandmates had already left by then, but there you and Colin were slurring and giggling about another story as he finally walked you home in the rain. He still hadn’t mentioned her. Not that you really wanted to know. Not that it was any of your business.

He’d invited you to his loft since it was closer and at this point the both of you were drenched. Promised to take the couch so you could have the bed. Said you could sleep in one of his t-shirts and get warm.

Letting you shower before him to wash all the nastiness of the show off your skin first then went to do the same. So there you were. Now laying opposite of him so your heads were beside each other as you passed a joint between the both of you.

You’d expected to be tired, but the adrenaline must have been what was keeping you awake. Hoping the weed would relax you so you could pass out on his bed. Especially since your clothes were in the wash downstairs. You should’ve stole a pair of his boxers at least.

“I still can’t believe we’re going on tour,” he slurred, then took another puff.

“I know, right,” you said. “Isn’t it insane?”

Since you and Colin had started working on songs together, there’d been something magical. Like musically you just meshed. You’d never felt this kind of creative connection before. It was like he could read your brain and vice versa. Not even just about music. It was everything.

“Totally insane,” he replied then handed it to you. Then he leaned up on his elbows as he looked around for something. “Bet your last band is pissed.”

You watched him as he walked over to where his records had been sitting. You remembered when he’d laughed as you started to organize them because his mess had been getting on your nerves. Couldn’t find anything with the way he had it. For someone who laughed at it before he sure seemed to be loving that he could actually find what he was looking for now.

You chuckled. “Probably.”

“Was it the drummer who tried to fuck you or?” Of course you told him all about what happened with those other guys. At this point you told him everything.

“Guitar player,” you replied. “Glad I’m passed that.” As the music flooded the room you smiled.

Then he sat back down beside you. Back against the couch. Looking at you from where you were laying down and mouthing along to the words. “I mean you never really know who has feelings for you,” he said.

“True. Not all of us have people throwing themselves at our feet,” you teased.

“I dunno about that. Besides I’m not even paying attention lately,” he said. “I feel like I’m kind of ready for something more serious.” He but his lip and sighed. Eyes still on you.

Hearing that made your heart thump because fuck. It was so stupid. You shouldn’t even be into him anyway. Now he was here telling you about how he wanted to be more serious with his girlfriend.

“Well, I mean. If you’re ready then do that.” Hopefully not sounding as icky as you felt.

“Yeah I think you’re right,” he replied.

“So you gonna talk to her about it?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “At some point. Kind of want to ease into it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh please.” You laughed. “As if she’s not waiting for you to say those words.”

Colin laughed, shaking his head. “Who? Dina? I haven’t even told her. I dunno she’s just too… much.”You reached up to smack his knee before holding out the joint for him. “What was that for?” He asked with a laugh.

You shrugged. “Because you’re being dumb. If you really want her to know you’ll talk to her.”

“I will.” He rolled his eyes before poking at your shoulder. You gasped which led to you playfully smacking him yet again. This time he leaned forward so he could tickle you. Pulling you into his arms to get a really good hold of you.

“Hey!” You laughed out in protest. “Stop it!”

“Say ‘Colin is the sexiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on,’” he said.

Ugh yes. “No!”

“I won’t stop until you say it!” He didn’t let up.

“No!” You screamed out a laugh trying to roll away while also keeping the shirt under your ass.

“Then I guess I’m not stopping.”

You grabbed at his wrists only for him to take hold of both hands with one of his. “Hey!”

“Just say it. You know what you gotta do,” he teased then pinned your wrists down above your head. He straddled your waist when you’d tried to kick him off.

“No.” You crinkled your nose.

“You’re such a goddamn brat,” he joked.

“And you’re annoying.” You smirked at him with narrowed eyes. Inside you were dying. He was right on top of you. Way too close. Your lower half very much exposed. Good thing he couldn’t see that.

His jaw dropped as he feigned shock. “Wow.”

You took the opportunity to flip him over. No longer thinking about your lack of clothes as you straddled his waist. “I am the great and powerful Y/N. My enemies will cower before me!”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, Thor.”

Colin didn’t seem to be in any rush to move from this position. Instead he tucked his hands under his head. Looking up at you with those blue eyes all soft.

“What, you weirdo?” You asked, nose scrunching up.

He laughed. “What? I’m not allowed to look at you?”

“Not if you’re going to be a creep about it,” you said leaning down to poke his chest.

“See,” he gasped grabbing your hand in his. “This is why I have to be so aggressive with you sometimes. Show you whose boss.” With that he flipped you back over. Holding your legs this time so you could try to kick him away except this time leaving you totally exposed. “Wait…” he trailed off.

You tried to sit up. Fix yourself. You couldn’t believe you’d forgotten that you were kind of naked. Then your eyes connected with the wet spot you’d left on his shirt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He laughed before removing his shirt. If you weren’t already wet you definitely were now that his pecs and abs were right in front of your face. “I could have gotten you boxers or something.”

Your face felt hot as you tried close your legs, but instead he held them wide open. “Stop!” You whined.

Colin rolled his eyes taking his fingers so he could rub up and down your lips. You jumped, but he still had a pretty good grip on you so it wasn’t exactly like you could pull away. “Damn you gotta pretty little pussy,” he whispered.

“Colin, st-“ then you did a sharp intake of air as he started rubbing your clit with one of the digits. He clearly didn’t care given how he was looking at your pussy like he wanted to eat it.

He worked the nub with his thumb. Using his other hand to steady your hips as he watched your wetness now dribbling out of you. Strong jaw clenching as your pussy showed him what your mouth could never say. Like how bad you fucking wanted him to touch you.

Since you’d developed feelings for Colin, he’d been the subject of many late night thoughts. Like this time that he wore a flannel and the two of you stayed out all night talking about a new song. Fuck your vibrator really put in a lot of work after that. It was like your body was remembered that time.

He smirked up at you as he trailed his fingers up and down your slit. You wanted to tell him to stop again except now you are tongue tied. Maybe waiting to see his next move. This really was your fault. You could have just asked him for boxers or something else to cover up with.

Now you were laying there. Legs spread open. Colin looking at you like he was ready to put a baby in it. Fucked up part is that the thought flashed in your mind that you’d let him.

He pushed one finger into you. Making you gasp. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Colin,” you whimpered. “We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“You’re my best friend,” you reminded him ignoring the build up you were already feeling in your stomach. “I don’t wanna mess it up.”

“We won’t,” he replied, as he added another finger making you cry out. “Not gonna mess anything up. I promise.”

You guys couldn’t really talk this out as he was stuffing your pussy with his fingers. You should have told him to stop. Let’s talk about this. Before you did something the both of you might regret, but fuck he was making you cum.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s my girl.”

You cried out. Feet in the air as he made you cum for him. And then cuz he wasn’t stopping neither was your orgasm. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he prolonged it. Shit no wonder he was getting pussy left and right.

As much as that thought should have knocked you out of whatever you were thinking you couldn’t. You were under his spell. Too far gone now.

He leaned down so it was in front of his face. Bending your legs back so he could have total access. Kissing along your thighs first making you whimper. Before you knew it, his tongue was buried inside your cunt.

You reached down so you could grab at his hair. His eyes connecting with yours. It was like he was feasting off your pussy. And you never wanted him to stop.

It wasn’t like you meant for any of this to happen. For your best friend to fuck you with his tongue. Even though you didn’t want to just be another notch in his bed post. It was like he was making out with it.

“You’re gonna make me cum!” You squealed.

“Yeah?” He asked finally pulling away. Going back to fucking your pussy with his fingers as he watched your face contort with pleasure. You were so fucking close again.

Your lips were all pouty. Eyebrows furrowed. Pussy begging for it. “Please,” you whimpered. Fuck what was wrong with you.

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’m gonna make you cum,” he whispered before kissing your lips. “You wanna cum for me?” He asked. “All over my fucking fingers.”

“Please,” you repeated. “Colin, Colin, Colin.”

“That’s it. Make that pretty pussy cum for me, Baby,” he said putting his mouth back on you so could force it out of you like that.

Toes curling and jaw dropping. You could fucking see stars. Was this what you were missing out on that turned every girl clingy. No wonder ol’ girl had stuck around for so long.

Your chest heaving as you sobbed out his name. He went back to kissing your thighs. “That’s it, Y/N,” he groaned. “Let go for me.”

Finally he came up your body. Pressing his lips to yours sweetly. He wasn’t supposed to be like this. Making you cum and kissing you. It was supposed to just be a dumb little crush.

You laid like that with your legs up in the air as he kissed you over and over again as you came down. Shushing you and telling you how pretty you looked all blissed out. “It’s okay, Baby,” he said scooping you up into his arms. “It’s okay. I got you.”

He stood up with you as he walked you over to his bed. Laying you down before pulling the covers over you. Kissing your temple. He got in beside you, he pulled you into his arms. Kissing you over and over again until you fell asleep.

You woke up to shushed voices and an empty bed. For a minute you thought you’d possibly dreamt last night. There was no way that your best friend had eaten you out before tucking you into bed. That would be crazy.

Except this was very much real life. You’d let Colin eat you out. Had cum all over his tongue and fingers before falling asleep in his arms.

The same Colin you could hear arguing with his girlfriend on the other side of the door.

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