Who Made The Rules? Why Do You Have To Behave?

Who made the rules? Why do you have to “behave”?

"I make the rules," Nick states, stolling in the room. His voice, dark and amused, cuts through the chatter. Everyone falls silent, moving away from you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

You swallow, pushing the startled gasp down before he can hear it. You watch him saunter past your bodyguards, rolling up his sleeves to reveal your name etched in black ink on his tanned skin.

Nick stops in front of you, bending down until his slate grey eyes are piercing yours.

He places his tattoed hands on the armrest of your chair, nudging your legs apart with his thigh. He drops his head to your shoulder, his lips skate across the curve of your throat until they find your ear.

"Now do you want to tell them why you have to behave or do you want me to show them what happens when you dont?"

Vander aftercare hc? What’s he like after sex? Either gn!reader or fem!reader idc which one.

Please and ty

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Aftercare Headcanons - Vander

A/N: reader is gender neutral bottom here. first smut request of the fandom, lets go! i'm not entirely happy with this set of headcanons, but they were fun to write!

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i don't think he's into anything super serious and kinky that would require any specific or intensive aftercare measures, but...

because of that, if you ever asked him to try anything in the bedroom, especially anything that involves using his strength against you (choking, wrestling, pinning you down) he would be especially careful afterwards

asking you how you are, petting through your hair. if you teared up when he was fucking you he would wipe them away and ask you in the softest voice "are you alright? i - i didn't hurt you, did i?"

a very soft and concerned version of him you don't see very often. vander's usually very calm and composed, but you enjoy this little break of character

if you two ever did something that was an actual scene, where vander punished you or anything like that, he would treat you like a deity afterwards. carrying you to the shower and making sure you're taken care of, constantly asking if you're ok.

he's very conscious of his size and strength - how imposing he is and how easy it would be for him to hurt you. he's hurt the people he loved before and he doesn't want to make that same mistake again, so he overcompensates with aftercare

it is a little much, but it comes from a place of love. and he always gives you the sweetest kisses after sessions like that, even if he does hold you like you're made of glass when you cuddle up to go to bed

if you didn't do anything that vander would consider "dangerous" in bed, he's a little bit different

he just sinks into the bed, satisfied and grinning. he would pull you in next to him for cuddles - because neither of you can get enough of that

he's also the kind of insufferable man that would smoke in bed after sex. it would be annoying if it weren't so hot

what isn't hot is when he inevitably falls asleep (which he always does, he gets so sleepy after sex) and then you have to scramble to grab his pipe before it sets fire to the bedding

𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞

summary: your boyfriend was always there for you even though it was not from the start, as long as you’ve had him.

warnings: fluff (in extreme amount), not that much angst, smuut, grinding, oral, face riding, unprotected sex, drunk state (no drinking though) —not sure if this makes it dubcon—, mentions of masturbation for both parties, some voyeurism, creampie, size kink, usage of pet name. (kitten, angel, baby, dollface), chubby!bucky, bucky is also retired if that makes sense, a bit body insecure bucky, engagement, minors dni | 18+

a/n: i just wanted that can makes us smile, hope to see some feedbacks (reblogs/comments)

You were almost going to fall down when you opened the door, but two strong hands held you before you could make it to the floor. You didn’t even remember putting the key in the keyhole, so the door must be surprisingly opened.

“Wow! You are stable as a fish in a vodka bottle.” He sighed as he tried to make you stand on your feet. He helped you to make your way onto the couch, getting your bag from your hands and taking off your heels.

“Did you enjoy your party at least?” You shook your head, trying not to vomit on the beautiful rug you bought on sale.

“‘missed ya.” You said those words without vomiting. Eyes still closed, because if you opened them you knew you would vomit.

“Yeah, you’ve sent me at least twenty texts about missing me, and what you were going to do with me when you get back. After that it was just a combination of random letters.” You chuckled yourself as your fingers rubbed your temples.

“I’ve made you some coffee, you need to at least sober up a bit. Don’t fall asleep before I get back.” You nodded, shaking your hands and signalling him that he needs to be quick.

You tried to sit up, abruptly. Before falling back again. You’ve heard your boyfriend’s gentle chuckle as he put his hand on your back to support you. “Here you go. It’s not too hot, I know you don’t like it like that.”

“What would I do without you?” You mumbled as you raised the mug to your lips.

“Well, considering we were roommates before we started dating. You would still be on the debt and have the chance to lose your place.” You chuckled to him.

“Yeah, and who would watch me masturbate? Long time before deciding to join.” You blurted it out, the start of your relationship.

“You knew I watched you.” He said, his cheeks getting the colour of soft pink. This detail of your relationship was not something he was proud of.

“Sure did. I put on several shows just for you.” You said as you gave him the mug back. “My one and only fan.” You winked at him, and he shook his head.

He softly smiled, leant in to kiss your temple. “Yeah, I’m just glad you didn’t give my old body a heart attack.” He said as he helped you to raise yourself. “Let’s get you in something more comfortable.”

“Are you going to let me wear something from you? You never do.” You giggled when you tripped on your own foot. He held you again before you fall. Holding your shoulders as he walked you towards your room.

“It’s because you own every top I have, kitten.” He said as he opened a drawer from your comforter. Shaking the red Henley in his hand. “Such as this one.” He said while walking over to you.

He raised his hands in the air, making you copy his gesture. “Let’s take this top off, it’s a bit tight for you to sleep in.” He explained as he took off your top, and helped you wear his Henley. “That’s a good girl. Now I’m going to take off your pants, alright?”

You nodded, staying still as he unzips the zipper and pulls it down from your legs. “Hold on to me honey. You’re not great with balance.” You did as he said, holding on to his shoulder as he took it off one leg at a time.

“Time for your bra?”

“Now you’re a pro of taking it off. You’ve been struggling at the first times, remember.” You added as he dipped his hands inside from your shirt. You giggled when the cold metal made contact with your skin.

“I don’t like this, it prevents the easy access.” He shrugged as he tossed the material off from your body to the ground.

“You always have access when you want to touch me. Like rightnow. ” You slurred the last part. Slumbering on your bed, and soon Bucky followed you.

“I know, I wouldn’t control myself, you’re my addiction.”

“So if I asked you to just kiss me, would you do it? Even though I’m drunk as fuck.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but all his thoughts stopped when he saw you making puppy eyes. He groaned as he leant down to kiss you.

Unlike him, a retired super soldier, you could be fast when he gets lost in the kiss. So in mere seconds you were straddling him, hands going to the back of his back.

“Kitten—“

“I missed you, you didn’t come to the party. You need to make up for it.” You cut him short, grinding on his semi hard cock.

“You know I don’t like the big parties. Also it was one of your girls only party, who are not my biggest fans.”

“Like their partners are so perfect.”

“They think I don’t deserve you.”

“Since when you care about what other people think. If you do care that much, I think I’m the luckiest gal in the world since I have you right here between my legs.” You both laughed at your joke. His flesh hand snaked behind your back and pulling you in for a soft kiss on the lips.

“I love you, but you’re not lucky as me. You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re drunk.” You said, rolling your eyes as you gave him one more kiss.

“I didn’t drink, you on the other hand, drank for the both of us.” He chuckled, placing his hands on the both sides of your face. His metal thumb brushing along your cheekbone.

“So I did. What the hell, I made it home. I made it to you. And I love you so much that I couldn’t stop myself from thinking all the thing I want you do to me, when I get back.”

“Yeah, you even sent me some links too.”

“Did you watch them?”

“Of course. You know I like it when you send me those, my angel is not innocent after all.” His hand went your waist, holding you while you were softly grinding yourself to him. “I also like seeing you on top.” He admitted, raising his hips a bit more to feel you better. You moaned at the feeling. Smiling when you realised that he turned you into a bitch in heat. You were always needy of him.

You started grinding your hips a bit faster. Pressing yourself on his now hard cock. He placed his other hand on your hips, gently holding you, because how could he deny you when you needed him that badly. “Shit! Bucky you feel so good.” You let it out under your breath.

“I want you to fuck me, please! Please!” Your hands went to his pyjama buttons, taking out his cock and you clumsily slide your underwear to the side. You needed to feel him. You gave his cock few strokes before sitting on it.

“Fuck!” He moaned when he felt your slit around his cock. You were so wet that it was a miracle he didn’t slide inside you yet.

“You see what you do to me? You’ve made me all wet and needy. I didn’t even took my underwear off.” You mumbled. “I need you inside me, Bucky. Please, I need it so bad.”

He leant over you, standing on his elbows to kiss you. You both moaned into the kiss, when you aligned his cock with your entrance as his hands found and ripped your underwear.

You whimpered on his parted lips when he was seated inside of you. You threw your head back with the pleasure, as he placed open mouthed kisses along your neck. Teeth nibbling and biting around the sensitive spot of yours.

“Use me, I want you to fuck yourself on my cock.” He said, thrusting his hips inside of you. You took it as a sign to move. You both were moaning, hands can’t decide to where to hold on.

“You feel so good Bucky! I found heaven!” You said, hands going his large tshirt, trying to take it off. He tried to stop you, afraid.

Even though you’ve caught many glimpses of each other while you were naked, he was still hesitant about showing you his body.

“Please! Let me see you.” You whispered, kissing his rosy cheeks. “I love you Bucky. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You mumbled. Slowly taking off his top, smiling when your hands found his chest.

Your fingers played with his chest hair. Before you could say anything he slammed his lips on yours again, making you wrap your arms around his neck. “My beautiful girl.” He whispered on your lips. Pulling you close to him. His hands went to your butt, harshly squeezing it.

You moaned on his lips. As he placed a slap on your butt. “Naughty girl. You couldn’t spend three hours without my cock filling you!” You nodded, feeling proud of your hunger.

“Fuck! You’re so big!” You mumbled, feeling your walls clench around him tighter as the sweet pleasure inside of you was building.

“B—Bucky!”

“Yeah?” He asked, hands inside your his Henley. Playing with your erected nipples, taking one of it between his warm lips.

“I’m gonna cum. Can I cum? Please?”

“Cum all around me kitten.” He leant on your other nipple, sucking on the soft flesh when your orgasm hit you.

You came all around his cock, your body feeling tired since the caffeine of the coffee left your body.

He pulled out, slowly with a pop sound. “You’re always hard to last long when you’re drunk.” He chuckled as he kissed along your body, lifting his shirt to place kisses on your stomach.

“Sit on my face, kitten.” You smiled, doing as he wanted. You felt yourself getting wet when you felt his stubble brushing along your clit.

He licked a thick strap along your slit. Making you cry again. He moaned when he felt your taste around his tongue. He lazily draw circles around your entrance before going back to suck your swollen clit. “Mmhm! Bucky!” You moaned, hand going to his long hair.

“I love your taste, kitten. I can spend hours if I have to, but you...” He said as he licked his metal finger before shoving it inside of you. You yelped under him. “will come for me.” He rutted his hips on the sheets, diving back to suck on your clit as he slowly fingered you.

He pulled out his fingers, licking and sucking them clean before he got on his knees again. “Mmhm Bucky.” You giggle, seeing his cock almost turned into purple, that was your effect on him.

You knew you were close to cumming, you always loved how good he was with his tongue. The pressure on your belly was increasing at each stroke of his tongue. You were uncontrollably moving your hips on his tongue. “I—I” You mumbled, couldn’t stop your moaning.

“I know kitten, go on.” You came down. Chest panting rapidly. You threw yourself next to him, he climbed on top of you. Peppering kisses starting from your thighs to your collarbones.

He aligned his cock to your tired entrance. Rubbing it in circles. “My good kitten.” He explained as he pushed into you again. You could almost hear him move between your slick walls.

He started slowly moving inside of you, raising your knee to your chest. “Baby you feel so good.” You gasped when he hit your sweet spot with the new angle.

“Yes!” He moaned when he bottomed out, hands holding yours. He placed them above your head before he fastened. He was going fast and rough, your walls pulsating around him. “Fuck! So good! That’s my good kitten, taking me in!”

The sex was filthy and messy but you didn’t care. You didn’t care the fact that half of your clothes were still on you, you didn’t care you forgot to shave. You didn’t care your make up was still on your face.

You didn’t care any of it, all you cared about was your boyfriend between your legs.

He leant down, biting down your shoulder to trying to control himself. It was a hard for him considering how much of a mess he turned you into.

“I love you.” You whispered on his lips. “I’m in love with you Bucky Barnes.” You added before kissing him again, leaning your forehead on his.

“Fuck!” His hips stuttered inside of you, he was close on the edge. You telling him that you loved him still did the trick.

His fingers went to your clit. He pinched and swirled the little bulb, making you cry under him. “Bucky!”

“Come for me, kitten. One more, you can do it.” He said, caressing your cheek.

“Bucky cum inside me, please?”

“Yeah, you’d like don’t you? Want me to fill you to the brim?” He stayed inside of you for one second, pulling the top so he could kiss your breasts. Sucking and biting your swollen nipples from his early attack. “You’d like me to get you stuffed, right? You don’t need to say it, ‘can feel how you squeeze me.”

“Yes! I want all of that! Please Bucky, fill me up, please.” You wrapped your other leg around his waist. “Please, I want to feel all of you.”

“Fuck!” He said as he emptied all of him inside of you. Pulling out with a hiss.

You smiled when you wrapped your arm around his torso. “Thank you, Bucky.” You plated a kiss on his exposed chest. He chuckled, petting your head.

“Are you thanking me for fucking you?”

“Yep!”

“I swear there is not one single day which you don’t surprise me.” He said as he fixed his boxers, moving towards the bathroom. “Stay awake for a few minutes, kitten.”

Before you could ask him why, he came back with a box of make up removal tissues. “Told ya these were handy.” He said as he sat down, cleaning your make up. “‘Shouldn’t sleep with that.”

You could feel your tears building up. Smiling at the care he showed you. “You’re an angel Bucky Barnes.” You murmured as you wrapped your arms around his big torso, kissing his chest.

“I’m just trying to be worthy of the hottest, nicest person I’ve ever met.” He admitted, kissing your temple. “Now get some sleep, tomorrow would be a long day.”

———

“Ugh!” You turned around in the bed. The light going right through your eyes, because you both forgot to close them.

Your arm reached out where your boyfriend was supposed to be, but instead you found lukewarm sheets. You huffed when you raised your head, smiling at the scent of toasted bread reaching at your room.

You lazily got out from bed, smiling at the familiar ache between your legs and the light breeze coming from not wearing any underwear. You made it to your kitchen, smiling at the sight of your boyfriend cooking, not wearing any t-shirt but just his boxers. You loved that sight.

You wrapped your arms around his naked torso, placing a kiss on his shoulder. “mornin’” You mumbled to his skin, feeling his body shake with his chuckle.

“How are you?” He asked, his voice had a little bit worry.

“A bit tired. Not the end of the world, yet.”

He smiled at your answer, turning around your arms and kissing your cheek. “‘m glad. Why don’t you get to the table, I’m almost finished here.”

You nodded, hearing your phone buzz. You switched your direction and headed towards the noise. “Bucky, have you seen my phone?”

“Nope! Could be in your purse though.” You nodded, checking the coat rack where your purse was hung. When you reached to check your phone you noticed it was Sam calling you.

“Hey! What’s up?” You murmured.

“Hey dollface! Just wanted to check up on you, Bucky didn’t answer my texts.”

“Oh he’s in the kitchen making breakfast.”

“Oh! Really so it’s like you said yes, I’ve told him there was nothing to worry about—“

“Hey baby, who’s calling?” Bucky walked towards you and you mouthed the word Sam. You saw the worry in his face as he walked towards you, but you stopped him by raising your hand in the air. Taking a step back.

“Yes to what? I was really drunk last night, don’t remember anything about him asking me something.”

“It was uhm— if you’d like to come to visit me and Sarah in Louisiana, since it’s been so long from the last time you’ve seen us.”

“Oh, uhm sure, I’ll talk with Sarah and the details. ‘ll see you later.”

“What did he say?”

“He mumbled something about Louisiana. I guess we’re heading there.” You said after putting your phone back in your purse.

“Oh, yeah. Y—You’ve been working a lot, a—and I thought that you deserved a little br—break.” You noticed the small bulge in the pocket if his jacket.

“What’s this?”

“Nothing.” You frowned again, hand dipping inside the pocket to find a small box.

“B—bucky? What’s this?”

“It’s—“ He walked over you, getting on his one knee, gently taking the box from your hands.

“I know how you feel about marriage, but I wanted you to also know how I feel about us—this relationship. You’ve made it possible for me to see a different side of me I haven’t seen in decades. I want to have you, by my side as long as you have me.”

“Ask me.” You managed to say it without breaking into tears, voice still cracked but he was in no position better.

He chuckled, opening the box to show you the elegant ring with a small emerald that was in the shape of a heart. “Will you marry me, kitten?”

“Yes!” You said as you threw yourself all over him. Connecting your lips with his. “Yes! I’ll of course marry you! Yes!” You said between kisses.

“I wanted to do this in a better setting, not in my boxers and not you only wearing my Henley and panties. I didn’t want to do it in a situation that you’re drunk too but—“ He tried to explain as he put the ring. Kissing your lips.

“ain’t no better time than present right?” He chuckled, tears falling down on his cheeks as he kissed you again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a longing messy kiss. You didn’t care that he was sitting under you, only in his boxers. You didn’t care that you didn’t even wear panties during your proposal.

You started grinding on him slowly, as he took of your Henley and threw it across the room. Pulling you down to his lips, kissing you again as you took off his boxers.

You didn’t care your first sex as an engaged couple happened on your cold floor, and it was messy and rushed.

You didn’t care about any of it, as long as you have had him.

And you’ve had him.

He’s so ✨pretty✨

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This is so baker Bucky 😆

After Bucky burns another batch of cupcakes while listening to the playlist you made him, Steve decides he’s going to ban certain songs from the bakery. 

Bucky can’t even blame him although he does maintain that it’s not his fault that he put a cup of salt in the pie dough. Well-maybe its partially his fault but you distracted him this morning and now he can’t stop thinking about you. 

And what you did to him. 

Over and over, so tight and fast around him that he forgot to breathe, his eyes rolled back in his head and he had to force himself from orgasming before you did. He’s never struggled to stay in control that he did this morning and he can still feel the thin, raised marks you clawed down his back, he swears you’re imprinted on him. 

And he loves it. 

“Listen, Steve,” Bucky starts, his eyes fluttering shut. “She just-” He breaks into a soft, breathy moan. “You don’t understand, I’ve never-”  

Steve shakes his head, holding up the mixing bowl like a shield. “Don’t even think about finishing the sentence I will throw this at you.” 

A smile tugs at Bucky’s lips, his cheeks rounding out. His pink tongue darts across his chapped bottom lip and he blows out a slow bated breath. “She turned me inside out, Stevie. It was incredible, I'm still shaky, she took everything, every last drop I had--I think she snatched my soul.” 

Steve grimaces, running his flour-covered hand down his face, leaving a streak across his nose. “I didn’t want to hear that Buck.” 

“And I didn’t want to leave my sweet Peach in bed.” Bucky shrugs, his eyes still closed as he relives the memory of you riding him. “I’m going on my break.”

“It's not even noon.” 

Bucky’s eyes snap open and he grins at his glowering friend before he turns on his heel and strolls towards the ext. “Before you start, I made enough to get us through the lunch rush. I’ll only be gone an hour, not really enough time to enjoy eating my peach the way she deserves but I’ll make it work”

“Didn’t need to hear that either Buck!” 

Bucky whips off his apron, tossing it on the counter before pushing open the doors. He glances over his shoulder. “You know maybe if you if ate some Honey you wouldn’t be so uptight.” 

Steve’s mouth flounders open, an offended gasp catches in his throat. Bucky waves goodbye and walks out.

"I get plenty of Honey, I mean sex, I have all the sex I want." Steve tosses the empty bowl at his retreating figuring, groaning when Bucky ducks, his laughter trailing behind him.

Folding his arms across his chest, Steve bites his lower lip, remembering your cupcakes are still in his office. “Maybe he’s right. I do need a taste or two.” 

men who give head for their own pleasure pspspsps