Nothing Makes Me More Weak In The Knees Than Shy Reader Being Intimidated By Eddie But He's Always So

thinking about how much steve would love pleasuring you. he would barely care about getting himself off when instead he could be making you feel good. it didn’t matter how he did it as long as he got to. his fingers working against your clit, rubbing the cluster of nerves as you threw your head back in pleasure. thick fingers pushing into your entrance, a small gasp leaving him as he felt your walls tighten around him. he’d beg you to let him taste your pussy. wanting nothing more than to burry himself between your thighs and taste you. he liked the warmth you gave off as he worked his tongue against you. your sweet and sticky slick covering his face in a way he would never get used to. he’d be moaning into you when you dripped on his tongue, so thankful you let him do this. he’d kill to watch your face as he pushed into you, the air evading your lungs as you moaned for him. the best part of the experience was feeling your body tense against or around him. he’d love to pull orgasms from you, pink lips parting as he watched your body give into him. he’d love to help you, praising you softly as your orgasm approached. “come on, baby.” hed whisper to you gently. “ah ah don’t fight it, let yourself feel good.” he’d keep his pace steady, doing whatever he knew you needed to finally let go. “there she is, there’s my girl.” he’d softly laugh when you finally did. “felt good didn’t it, honey? i know, i know.” you’d cover your face, embarrassment creeping up on you. steve knew this part was coming, quickly kissing your neck and telling you “this is good for me, would make you cum for hours if you let me, beautiful.” he loved making you feel good, so much so that it made him feel good to do it.

°•☆So tasteful☆•°

♦️ Mob! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader ♦️

Your baked treats are suspiciously good and it attracts the mob boss’ attention.

CW: fluff, humor, obsession, meet cute, smitten Bucky, grumpy Bucky

Words: 750

A/N: Engagement is so low these days, I might not bother writing more, but I still really liked this idea, so here we go with this drabble ^^

Bucky Barnes masterlist || Part 2

Bucky hates these meetings.

When he took over the organization, he didn't think there'd be so many pleasantries involved. 

While he knows some degree of diplomacy is required, he expected a lot less talking and a lot more killing. That at least, he can't mess up. It is second nature, after all. When the handle of a blade fills his palm, he truly feels home. 

But this… 

It makes the killer in him antsy, restless. What he'd trade for a good, old-fashioned hunt. A worthy chase. He misses it, the thrill that coursed through him whenever he cornered a target. The fear shining in their eyes, the realization there would be no tomorrow…

The prospect makes his blood sing. 

He listens intently to Danny’s report, twirling the glass of brown liquor in his hand. 

"We found out who the mole was." Bucky perks up, his attention fully drawn. Each of his men does the same, their faces tight. The sting of betrayal permeates the air, clogging the room even more than the lingering clouds of smoke. There’s been a rat in their ranks for too long. He's been feeding information to the FBI for weeks, ruining deliveries, delaying shipments. 

Bucky’s mouth twists in contempt as pictures are tossed on the low wooden table brimming with manila folders and half-empty glasses of alcohol.

He takes in the face of the traitor. 

Rumlow. He knows he should have erased every trace of the old organization, but the bastard did good work and never asked too many questions. Turns out it’s because he was too busy running his damn mouth.

"What should we do about it, boss?" Danny asks. 

"Bring him to me. I’ll deal with him myself," he replies without hesitation, emptying his glass to its dregs before clenching his jaw. 

But the unhinged train of Bucky’s murderous thoughts is halted when his gaze lifts to one of his henchman, Leo, humming loud enough for him to hear.

"What are you doing?"

The boy freezes. Dark crumbs line his mouth as he looks at his boss with wide eyes.

A nervous stutter spills from his mouth.

"Just…eating a brownie, sir."

Bucky squints at Leo, a deep scowl scrunching his features.

He slaps the brownie out of the boy’s hand who watches it fall to the floor with a dejected expression.

"Eating a brownie, huh? What do you think this is? The neighborhood bake sale?"

Another subtle moan rises to his left and Bucky’s gaze narrows to yet another one of his henchmen indulging in the sweet delights. 

His voice trembles as he points at the plate of brownies.

"They are really good, sir. You should try one."

"I should-" 

Bucky scoffs, disbelief fluttering through him as he notices how many of the brownies have already been eaten. 

"Whatever. I swear to god if you don’t s-"

The mobster’s irate rant is halted when a brownie is shoved into his mouth by a henchman. Bucky frowns at the audacity, ready to end the meeting and commit murder on the spot, but…then the taste melts on his tongue, sweet and subtle. Heavenly. The scowl on his face eases as anger dissipates. 

"Who baked these?"

"The new chef, sir."

His frown returns. 

"New chef? What happened to the old chef?"

"He was…disposed of when we realized he was lacing the food with poison."

"Disposed of?"

The henchman who spoke shifts awkwardly in his chair.

"You slit his throat, sir."

Bucky nods as slow remembrance sneaks inside his mind. He’s not sure how that memory escaped him. The man screamed a lot. It left quite an impression.

"Right, I forgot that."

The meeting resumes but Bucky’s mind is elsewhere. It’s not often he’s comforted by something as trivial as baked goods. This is uncanny; he needs to inquire more about this new chef.

Their intentions should be gauged anyway. Who knows? Maybe they too, will need their throat slit. 

He’d never slit your throat. Bucky’s sure of that. 

When the mob boss entered the kitchen, his intentions were clear. Interrogate or intimidate, most likely both. But when he gets a glimpse of your angelic face, wrinkled in focus while you cover a cake in chocolate frosting, Bucky feels like he’s being stabbed right through the heart. Over and over again. He could have collapsed right here and then. 

And when you lift your head to smile at him - the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen - Bucky knows he’s fucking lost. 

Instantly, he knows, he needs to have you, no matter what it takes.

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I think Daddy!Steve would memorize your favorite snacks and Sir!Eddie would give the sweets to you even though Daddy has rules as to when you can eat them but Sir loves how cute and bouncy you get when you have sugar and he loves holding you when you crash from it. Your Eddie’s little demon partner in crime, and even if Steve acts like he gets annoyed, he loves every bit of it.

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