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sorry if this is such a vague request but could you write something about a reader being absolutely smitten ( but being in denial of it ) with Boba Fett 👉👈😳

The thing is, you might be in denial, but the man sure has a sharp radar

He would ~know~

And boy, would he have fun with it

Whenever he needs to call you he’ll usually use the pet names “little one” and “princess” and your heart would skip a beat, face flushing red

He enjoys it

The playful banter, the flirting, *chef’s kiss*

The minute someone else would point it out you’d be chuckling and nervously trying to dismiss them

You were almost always successful unless it was with Fennec

“You really have it hard for the buckethead, don’t you?”

And you shoot her a wide-eyed glare

“You’re out of your mind!”

“Sure.” as she smirks away

But the truth is you had fallen, and you had fallen hard.

Just his presence was enough to relax your muscles and send heat flooding through your chest

The knowledge that you’d always be safe whenever he was in your proximity

And the way he’d gently place a hand on your waist and pull you closer to him whenever he sensed that you were scared of a certain situation

For as much as he enjoyed the tension, there would come a day where he would just break

“Just admit it, princess. You’re not great at hiding it.”

“And you are not great at keeping your ego small! I’d rather jump off a cliff than admit something like that which, by the way, is not true at all.”

“Not true at all, huh?”

“Not true at all.” For as much as you tried to sound convincing, you yourself weren’t quite certain of the words you were speaking.

“Not true at all.” He repeats, pondering over your words, as he reaches for his helmet, lifting it off his head and throwing it Maker knows where

the beskar sending a loud sound floating around you as it hit the hard floor

you can’t find any words to say as he quickly strides over to you, one hand grabbing the back of your neck as the other travels down to your waist, pulling you in

and before you can process it he is pulling your lips flush against his, in a bruising kiss that has you clawing at his chest

Before you can get too comfortable or let out a moan, his fingers grip the hair at the base of your neck, pulling your head back but keeping you pressed against him

his breathe fanning over your face

“Then what the hell was that?”

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the entire party is staying at an inn. they hear rhythmic creaking from Acetarion and Ace!Tav's room. what not-sex activity is going on in there?

Here’s a random list in no particular order

Ace!Tav is trying to teach Astarion how to dance

Astarion is reading them something and Tav is trying not to laugh but they’re still shaking the bed

They’re giving each other massages

Astarion wants to keep up his reputation as a rakish scoundrel with the group and doesn’t think they need to know the truth about he and Tav’s nonexistent sex lives so makes noises on purpose because it’s funny and provides a great excuse for he and Ace!Tav to have some alone time

They’re not having sex but that doesn’t stop them from having the occasional make out session

They can’t decide on who’s going to be the big or little spoon and just keep switching off all night

Ace!Tav has never been in a bed this big before and is just crawling around because what does anyone even do with this much space?!

Ace!Tav brought crackers into bed and now Astsrion is annoyed because street urchin or not, don’t leave crumbs in the bed, some of us have to sleep here leading to tackling, wrestling crackers out of Tav’s hand and some attempt at cleaning the mess

Astsrion is showing them some cool slight of hand tricks and Tav keeps bouncing in excitement

They’re trying to reorganize the room, but both of them have a -1 to strength checks so it’s taking a while

If anyone comes up with anything else, let me know! I’d love to hear it.

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Sinful Sighs

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky and Y/N are like a couple of horny teenagers after completing a mission where feelings were revealed - continuation of ‘Hungry Eyes’.  

Warnings: 18+ content - MINORS DNI- blowjob, fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, sex with protection, cursing - just pure smut for the sake of it. 

Words: 1,303

A/N: Okay so part 2 came along sooner than expected - I am a woman with needs and apparently writing saucy fanfiction is how I fulfil them these days!

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READ PART ONE [HERE]

The Quinjet had barely touched the tarmac before you and Bucky were barreling down its ramp and making your way into the compound, hands entwined as you marched towards the living quarters. 

“For the love of God, turn off your comms before you get to your room!” Sam called after you, prompting you to rip out your earpieces and leave them on a side table as you passed through the lounge. 

You couldn’t unlock your door quick enough, and you squealed excitedly when Bucky playfully slapped your ass and shoved you through it once you’d finally got it open.

His mouth was on yours in seconds, hands on your waist as he guided you backwards. You dropped onto the edge of the bed when you felt the mattress pressing against the back of your knees, looking up at the super soldier through lust-filled eyes as you began to undo his belt. He caressed your cheek with his flesh hand, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips as he watched you, groaning when you opened your mouth and began to suck on it - a taster of what was to come. His vibranium hand came up to clasp your hair, making you gasp in delight as he gently pulled on it to make you look up at him. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he admitted, his confession sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core. 

“I wish you’d told me sooner,” you purred as you finished unbuttoning his pants and began to remove them along with his underwear, licking your lips as your eyes settled on his throbbing erection. 

“And why’s that, doll?” He asked, indulging his curiosity. 

“So that I could have done this a long time ago,” you said, wrapping your hand around his cock and taking his full length into your mouth. 

Bucky inhaled sharply and tightened his grip on your hair, eliciting a moan from you that vibrated around his cock and caused him to buck his hips towards you. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, but you held steady and continued to work him into a frenzy, licking and sucking and drawing the most delicious sounds from him. 

He reluctantly pulled you away after a few minutes, and you whined at the loss of contact. 

“Lay back,” he ordered, taking off his shirt and watching you like a predator stalking its prey as you followed his instructions. He dropped to his knees once you were in position, and you sucked in a breath as he began a trail of kisses that started from the inside of your ankle and led up to your inner thigh. 

Lifting the skirt of your dress, he took a moment to admire your underwear before hooking his fingers in the waistband and sliding them down, tossing them aside and continuing his path of kisses. 

You whimpered as he reached your slick folds, and you felt him smile wickedly against them before sucking your clit into his mouth. Your hands flew to his hair, nails raking along his scalp as you rolled your hips to meet him, soft moans passing your lips that spurred him on. 

Gripping your hip and holding you in place with his vibranium hand, Bucky added his flesh hand to the assault on your pussy, sliding a finger inside while his thumb circled your clit alongside his tongue. 

“Fuck,” you gasped as his finger curled up and rubbed against your sweet spot, speeding up your impending orgasm. 

“That’s it, doll,” Bucky groaned, his breath ghosting over your pussy and adding to the sweet sensations. “Come for me.” 

It was all the encouragement you needed and within seconds your pussy was squeezing around his fingers, back arching as your moans filled the room. 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised once you were finished, removing himself from between your legs and licking your juices from his fingers as he climbed onto the bed. “Sweet as a peach.” 

The lewd act made you bite your lip, and at Bucky’s command you moved up the bed to lay back against the pillows, spreading your legs and allowing him to position himself between them. He kissed you deeply, needily, and you eagerly parted your lips for him when he teased them with that skillful tongue of his, drawing more moans from you as he trailed more sloppy kisses along your jawline and neck. Your hands returned to his hair as you thrust your hips up to meet his cock, aching to have him inside you. 

“Please, Buck. I need you,” you whimpered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. A look of uncertainty crossed his face as he hesitated a moment, and you didn’t need the ability to read minds to know what he was thinking. 

Reaching over to your nightstand, you opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, smiling reassuringly up at him as you ripped it open and reached down to roll it over his cock. He groaned at your touch, and when you were done he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“If you change your mind about this, let me know and I’ll stop,” he whispered, and you cupped his face to make him look at you. 

“Not gonna happen,” you replied. 

It was all the reassurance he needed, and with a searing kiss he lined himself up at your entrance and slid into you. You gasped as he slowly pushed himself all the way in, filling you completely, and he paused only a moment for you to get accustomed to the feeling before pulling away and repeating the motion. 

Your soft moans turned to heavy pants as Bucky began to move faster, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him closer with each thrust while his mouth set your skin ablaze with every kiss to your neck, face and chest. 

You squeaked in surprise when he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, hooking your legs over his shoulders so that he could go deeper, and waves of ecstasy rolled over you as he brought you to the brink over and over again, the room filling with your exclamations of pleasure and encouragement for him to keep going. 

You lost count of how many times you came while Bucky fucked you, your pussy squeezing his cock and drawing the most explicit sounds from him. It didn’t take long for him to reach his own release, and his cries of pleasure joined yours as you both climaxed for the last time.  

You whined at the loss of contact when he pulled out to dispose of the condom, but he was back by your side in a matter of seconds, pulling you into his tight embrace and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he planted soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. 

“I can’t believe we haven’t done that sooner,” he murmured, his breath against your ear giving you goosebumps. “You’re fucking amazing.” 

Your cheeks reddened and you laid your head on his chest to hide the fact. 

“Says you,” you scoffed, and now it was his turn to blush. “At least now we know, we can make up for lost time,” you mused, and he hummed in agreement, the rumbling of his chest vibrating against your ear. 

“Well, the sooner we get started, the better,” he stated, and you lifted your head to look at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Really!? Already!?” 

“Perks of being a super soldier, doll,” he smirked, and you giggled as he nudged himself into you to show his returning hard on. 

“FRIDAY - add condoms to the shopping list,” you announced to the AI as you reached over and pulled another from the nightstand. You had a full box in there, but something told you they wouldn’t last long. 

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Hungry Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: The team overhears Nat and Y/N's 'girl talk' through the comms and feelings surface as a result.

Warnings: Suggestive content. Sex references.

Words: 956

A/N: PART 2 CAN BE FOUND HERE

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“Bucky's done nothing but undress you with his eyes since you walked in,” Natasha's husky voice came over your earpiece and your eyes snapped to the super soldier on the other side of the room, your cheeks reddening to find him already staring in your direction. 

You let your gaze casually pass over him, playing the brief moment of eye contact off as a coincidence as you scanned the room for the mission, but your heart was pounding and you were sure he could probably hear it. 

“Doubtful,” you scoffed, though you couldn't ignore the tingle that travelled up your spine at the thought of Bucky finding you attractive. You'd had the hots for him for months, but your fear of rejection strongly outweighed your desire to tell him so you'd kept your little secret to yourself…and Nat of course. 

“Stop living in denial, anybody with half a brain can see how he practically drools over you every time he sees you,” Nat argued, and you rolled your eyes as you continued to survey the room. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, it’s true.” 

“Stop watching me, you know it creeps me out when I can’t see you,” you hissed, eyes roaming the crowd in an attempt to spot the redhead. 

“If you could see me, I wouldn’t be very good at my job,” she teased, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes again. 

“Just hurry up and do your job, Romanoff - the quicker we finish and I can get out of this dress the better,” you stated, readjusting the silky garment that Natasha herself had picked out for you. It suited your cover well, but it was a little provocative for your usual tastes. 

“I’m sure Barnes would agree with you on that one…”

“As much as I’m enjoying watching Bucky squirm from this conversation, head’s up that this is an open channel,” Sam’s voice cutting in over the comms caused any reply you had prepared for Natasha to die on your tongue, the blood draining from your face as you turned to look at Bucky.  

The super soldier was no longer on his mark, but as you searched the crowd you caught a glimpse of him as he was making a swift exit. More than anything you wanted to follow him, to defuse the awkwardness and recover from the embarrassment of him overhearing Nat’s comments, but you stayed rooted to the spot, unable to leave your position. 

“Go,” Nat urged, as though sensing your inner turmoil. “Me and Sam have got this.”

A quick look towards Sam confirmed that he agreed, and you wasted no time in hurrying towards the same door Bucky had gone through moments ago. 

Surprisingly, he hadn’t gone very far, and you found him leaning against the wall in the foyer. Heat rushed to your cheeks as his eyes landed on you, and you smiled sheepishly as you approached.  

“Hey Buck,” you softly said as you reached him. “Sorry about what you heard back there - Nat was just teasing, she didn’t mean any of it.” 

“Didn’t she?” He asked, raising a single eyebrow. 

“What?” You frowned, unsure how to interpret his response. There was a way you wanted this to go, but you didn’t want to get your wires crossed and make even more of a fool of yourself. 

“You said she didn’t mean any of it, but how can you be sure?” 

He pushed himself off the wall and fixed you with an intense gaze, making your knees weak and your breath short. You didn’t dare look away - afraid that if you did, this moment would end. 

“I-uh…I don’t know what you’re getting at here, Buck…” you stammered, too dumbfounded to form a better response. You were very aware of how close the two of you were and the smell of his cologne and warmth emanating from his body was making your brain short circuit. 

“Then let me show you.”

There was no hesitation as he took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours, and you melted into him with a whimper. The sound gave him the encouragement he was looking for and he spun you round so that he could press you up against the wall, moaning into your mouth as you raked your hands through his hair. 

Everything around you ceased to exist and all sense left you as you gave into your desires, the feeling of Bucky’s hands roaming your body setting your skin on fire. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you’d never even let yourself hope that Bucky might actually feel the same, yet here you were, making out with him while his sizable bulge pressed up against you. 

Had Sam not cleared his throat over the comms, you were sure you’d have let the super soldier take you right there and then, regardless of the fact that you were in public and on a mission.  

“Channel is still very much open, guys,” he informed, and Bucky’s eyes widened in horror as he pulled away. You giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. 

“I’m not even sorry,” you told Sam teasingly, straightening up and readjusting your dress. You were aware of Bucky’s eyes on you and you looked up to meet his hungry gaze. 

“I can’t wait to get that thing off you when we’re finished here,” he blurted, and you bit your lip as heat flooded your core. 

“Then we’d better hurry up and finish,” you replied, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the main room so that you could get the mission, and later on your clothes, out of the way. 

PART 2

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Boba Fett finding out about your size kink would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/credit to the original owners.)

-Him realizing how much your eyes linger on him as he walks towards you or as you’d think he wouldn’t notice, figuring out pretty easily what’s on your mind even more so when he sees you scrambling nervously to answer him when he asks you if there’s something you see that you like

-Him ever since purposely standing so close to you whenever he can, enjoying to make you feel smaller because of his big frame, even looking right down to you as he speaks to you and addresses you as his “little one”

-Him definitely taking advantage of this by easily pulling you onto his lap, using the excuse of showing you something, whether it be how to properly pilot his ship or the plan he has laid out before you, loving how quiet you’d get as you’d try to process everything

-Him purposely putting his hand over your or your thigh as you’d sit so close, squeezing enough to get you worked up as makes you realize how powerful he is with just his bare hands

-Him letting you have your way as you’d grind against him or dry hump him, loving to see you whimper or beg pathetically for him before he finally surprises you and grips your waist and easily controls your pace and makes you understand how weak you are

-Him spanking you at any given opportunity, making sure to mark you and grab at your tender flesh to soothe you, taunting you about how you’re going to be covered in him

-Him easily lifting you up onto his shoulders as he eats you out or pressing you down and spreading you wide for him, eagerly showing off how strong he is and reminding you where your place is when he goes down on you

-Him mocking your whiny state as he fingers you, reminding you how small you look taking him this way and how he can’t wait to see you taking his cock

-Him surprising you with how easily he can put you in any position or keep you under him at his mercy, knowing very well you love losing control to him and let him pick the pace as to however he feels

-Him loving to impress you and feel you clinging on for dear life as he fucks you while standing up, not stopping until you come on him and loving it when you’re practically cock dumb for him

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Cold Nights

Cuddled up and snuggly warm, the cold weather gives Astarion an excuse to wrap his arms around you early on in your 'situation-ship'. His nose borrowed into your neck, and his lips hovered over the mark he left on you when he had his midnight snack. He'd lay with you and listen to your pulse for hours, contemplating all the things you'd done for him, and not ask for anything in return. He'd think you're strange and odd. He'd start going around in circles in his own mind until you'd shuffle in your sleep to hug him back, making him question himself even more.

'Why are they so soft and warm?'

He'd ask himself as his slim fingers run down your arm, as gentle as a feather, to not stir you from your sleep.

You looked so peaceful. He took in every detail of you, your hair, your flushed cheeks, your perfect blemishes, just admiring you.

'Why am I getting so attached? Why do I feel so drawn to them?'

A few nights later you'd notice his mind is elsewhere so you'd decline any late night 'activities', but since your already in his tent you'd just plop down beside him and offer to hold him during the cold night.

"Oh? Do you need a little spoon tonight, my dear?"

His words are playful, but deep down, all he wants desperately is to be held by the one person who treats him like a real person.

Fewling your hands slowly wrap around him, and your chest pressed against his back. He feels like he's in heaven. He feels comfortable, and he's only falling harder than ever.

"This is... nice."

"I didn't think I could feel so at home or whatever that means."

"I honestly don't know what we're even doing, but... I like it, thank you, darling."

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personal pillow

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Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You confront avengers when they start teasing Bucky about being too soft.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: established relationship, avengers tease bucky, he's a grumpy old man, fluff

Author’s note: soft bucky is my everything, and I literally cannot imagine him acting another way.

Bucky Barnes wasn't the most affectionate and nice person on earth. Always grumpy and with an attitude, didn’t like physical touch, and hated being vulnerable and soft. However, when you were alone in your room, he was a completely different man. 

The only thing that he loved more than you, food, and old music was sleep. He hated it right after the Winter Soldier program was removed because of the violent and dark nightmares, but you were the solution to all of his problems. 

He loved sleeping with you. On you, to be exact. 

He accidentally discovered it once when he just threw himself onto your bed and somehow laid with his head on your stomach. 

You didn't know why your boyfriend liked it so much, but since that day he always ended up on your stomach, your boobs, or between your thighs with hands wrapped around your body, and it was almost impossible to drag him away. You always ran your fingers through his fluffy hair in soothing motions to ease the tension in his body, and it worked every single time. Bucky slept like a baby in your arms. 

Today he left early in the morning for training with Sam, but then he had a lot of paper work and something that needed to be done in the city, so you didn’t really talk to or see him. He only left a kiss on your forehead while you were still in bed and sent you a few messages throughout the day. 

It was your day off, and you didn’t feel like doing anything special or being productive. So you brought a fluffy comforter from your bed, a cup of hot chocolate, and sat in the common room to watch a movie on a big ass screen that Tony bought to show off.

When the film almost ended and you were already kind of sleepy, you heard firm footsteps from the hall. The tall and big body was standing in the doorframe, but you didn’t see your boyfriend’s face yet; it was pretty dark in the room.

“Hey, baby, how was your day?” You paused your movie and squinted to see Bucky. 

“Fucking amazing. A bunch of assholes and tons of reports that they sent me last minute.” He grumbled, coming closer to you. “Let’s go, I need my personal pillow or I won’t fall asleep.” 

You tried to hold back a laugh when you finally saw his face. Tired and frowned with pouty lips like a child. Bucky was painfully cute when he was a little bit mad and annoyed, and you didn’t want to do anything more than pinch his cheeks and kiss all of his face.

“You look so cute, gosh.” You smiled, biting your lip. “But I have only... fifteen minutes of my movie left, and I really want to finish it today. Do you want to lay on me here for now?” You opened the covers and pointed at your belly. 

Bucky stood there silently for a few seconds, still with a frown on his face.

“I don’t want these douchebags to see us here.”

“They won’t; Steve is on the mission, Natasha is already in her room, and Sam went on a date. C’mon, I’ll massage your head.” That was everything you needed to convince your boyfriend to give up. He took off his shoes and laid on top of you with his head on your stomach and hands around your waist. 

You covered your bodies with a duvet and stroked his hair, brushing it over and over again with your fingers. You felt that Bucky pulled up your shirt a little bit, and as soon as his cheek met with your warm skin, he heavily sighted, finally feeling safe and calm.

“That's okay, baby.” You cooed, massaging his scalp. “Do you want to talk about your day? What made you upset?” 

“No, just want to feel you, doll. Missed you so much.” He mumbled against your stomach and closed his eyes as your soft touches made his body almost melt into yours. 

“I missed you too. I’ll just finish my film and we’ll go to sleep, ‘kay?” Bucky just slightly nodded, already feeling too sleepy to actually say something. 

It didn’t take him too much time to fall asleep completely. Your gentle scratches and the way you rolled his hair around your finger, along with the muffled sound of the TV and soft cover on top of him, did their work, and Bucky was peacefully snoring on you in a span of a few seconds. 

You weren’t much better than him; your eyes started closing as soon as the credit scene began, and you didn’t have enough power in you to resist it, especially when a giant, hot human pillow was sleeping on top of you. 

So you just gave up. 

The first thing that you heard when you woke up was mumbled talk and laughter. Your eyes snapped open because your brain completely forgot that you, in fact, weren’t in your room or bed.

The common room was filled with almost everyone. For fuck’s sake, when was the last time you saw that many Avengers together in one room? And now all of them were sitting on the other couches and armchairs, looking at you and laughing. Well, they weren’t looking at you; they were looking at Bucky, who was still glued to your body. 

You quickly sat straight, now completely awake. The movements disturbed Bucky’s peaceful sleep, making him grumble and try to get you back under him.

“I didn’t know that Cyborgs could be so clingy.” The most annoying voice Bucky could’ve possibly heard in the morning filled his ears, and he lost every last piece of sleep in his body, sitting up on the couch. 

“What the fuck are you doing here, Willson? All of you, in fact.” Bucky looked around the room, seeing Sam, Nat, Wanda, Tony, and Clint with shit-eating smirks on their faces; Thor, who looked just happy to be involved; and Steve and Bruce, who actually felt uncomfortable to be there.

“Sorry, Buck, they just...” Steve wanted to apologize but was disturbed by Tony.

“Sam just told all of us to come here a few minutes ago because he had something hilarious. And look! The strong and scary Winter Soldier is being a softie for his girlfriend.” Tony laughed, almost dropping his cup of coffee. You didn’t even expect that, but you felt a sudden wave of anger going through your body because you were already sick of everyone pushing Bucky’s buttons. 

“Or maybe all of you should just mind your own business? You both would actually know something about Bucky if you tried anything besides making fun of him or trying to get him angry. You don’t even understand how fucking hard it is for him to communicate after everything that happened, and all of you are getting on my nerves. Just a bunch of children, I swear.” You growled, standing up and grabbing Bucky’s hand to drag him away. 

Everyone was surprised by your words, and even Bucky looked at you with a weird expression on his face but still stood up, holding your hand. 

“Sweets, it’s just a joke—” Natasha started.

“No, it’s not. I love you, Nat, I really do, but it’s not funny.” You looked around the room. “Y’all probably don’t understand the effect that your words  have, but I see in private what none of you can. And when I tell you that your mockery and jokes make everything worse, I really mean it.” Bucky awkwardly shifted near you under all of the eyes that were glued to him. He felt exposed by the way everyone saw how he showed his affection to you and that he, in fact, was a really touchy and sensitive person. “C’mon, Buck, everything’s okay.” You looked back at him with your usual soft eyes, and his whole attention was now focused completely on you. 

Everyone saw how Bucky’s body language changed when you talked to him, and even if someone like Tony or Sam couldn’t admit it out loud, the thought of being too harsh on Bucky appeared in their heads. 

Without any further words, you lead your boyfriend out of the common room, leaving the Avengers in an awkward silence. 

The comfort of your and Bucky’s shared room made you deeply inhale as soon as the door was closed behind you two. Before you could even say something, two strong hands wrapped around you from the back, and Bucky buried his face into your neck.

“Thank you, doll.” Your hand reached behind you to gently stroke Bucky's hair. “You didn’t have to do it, really. I got used to their words.” He squeezed you tighter, pressing his chest into your back.

“That’s not okay, baby. I’m sick of that. You may not say it to me or even admit it to yourself, but I see that it hurts you.” You turned around in his hands, placing your own on both sides of his face. “But that’s okay that you want to cuddle, to sleep on me, to be held. Really. There is nothing wrong with it. I’m really honored to be the person who is allowed to see your soft side.”

“I love you. Fuck, I love you so much, doll, you can’t even fucking imagine,” Bucky whispered before leaning forward to kiss you.

“I love you, James.”

“Can we stay here today? I don’t really want to talk with anyone besides my sweet and protective girl.” You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his teasing tone. 

“Of course we can, Buck.” That was your last word before Bucky lifted you off the ground, put you on the soft blankets of your bed, and climbed on top of you, happily wrapping around your body and falling asleep. 

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Astarion once he gets used to physical affection:

Will not be denied his requisite amount of cuddle time.

Will pout if you try. The biggest, saddest pout with wet eyes and trembling lips.

Physically will pick you up and carry you to the bed, couch, whatever when the mood strikes him.

Will melt when you hold his hand, cannot help himself.

You can be naked and not have sex!? Just like hold each other?!

A thousand small kisses, every day.

Fingers in the hair, a must have, for both of you.

Did you want to sit a bath alone ever again? Too bad.

You didn't really though, you're glad he's there.

Can be both big and little spoon.

Is always somehow touching you when asleep.

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Imagine shy beefy Bucky being the little spoon. He feels like he should be the one cuddling you since he’s so much bigger but he loves when you hold him instead.

However.

There’s this one thing you do that always makes him blush and flustered and he just doesn’t understand it.

You love rubbing his tummy.

You hold him from behind, peeking over his shoulder because you love how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. You know he's not actually asleep because his abs are still tensed, worried over how you'd feel with the beefiness that covers his muscular body.

He’s self conscious when your hand slips under his shirt, rubbing his soft but firm tummy up and down; his skin is so warm and you love how plush he is. He’s still getting used to the fact that he isn’t as trim as before. Not that he’s unfit. Quite the opposite. He’s a thick hunk of muscle mass. You can feel the iron like hardness that runs under his skin whenever you're pressed against him. He's so large and perfect to snuggle up with; your grabby little hands love finding their way to his stomach.

"Doll-" He whispers with pink dusted cheeks, holding your wrist away when you sneak over his waist, stroking your skin, "Doll, I- I'm not-" He struggles to get the words out, embarrassed he's not lean like Steve, "Baby, I-

“Shhh, I love you like this” you coo, kissing his shoulder. He shrugs, still not believing you. You tell him how much you adore him every time but he can't help but think back to the time where he was pure muscle without any pudge.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to pretend, I wish I was-"

You shake your head, pressing your lips to his to stop his spiral.

"But you're my big boy" You pout, shuffling over till your straddling him, forcing him to lay back. You huff, pulling his shirt up exposing him, shimmying your hips down so you can curl up on top of his bare torso like a little kitten. You let out a content sigh, pressing your face into his stomach, peppering kisses all over before peering up at him.

"I love your body so much baby" You say sincerely, kissing just below his belly button again for emphasis. "You're so warm and soft and strong, my perfect bear"

Bucky can't help but melt over the way you melt into him, your smaller form using him as a pillow to your hearts content. If you liked him like this, always kneading away at him or trying to burrow yourself into him, who was he to say no?

Cause imagine how fucking hot he'd be when he finally embraces how good he looks with a lil beef. Imagine he stops trying to cover up with large hoodies and henley's. He works out shirtless more.

You're not the only one who drools over him anymore.

All the other trainees can't help but swoon whenever they see him at the punching back or pumping with weights. You have to claw them off him from trying to climb up his legs, desperate to have Sargent Barnes carry them with one arm with ease.

Even the other Avengers can't help but cat call at him because he looks fine af.

Sometime he lets his hair out or ties it half up along with his scruffy cheeks and Tony's taken to calling him a man slut for walking around like that.

"Tony, I don't think thats what slut mean-

"I know what it means. You're telling me he's flaunting all that around and he doesn't know he's hot while doing it? He doesn't know he's getting all this attention?"

Bucky snickers to himself while you coo over your handsome boyfriend, wrapped around him like a koala while the others watch in amusement, your hands skimming all over his body and scratching his beard.

"See? Told you you're perfect like this, big boy"

Imagine he knows you find comfort in him and he no longer feels conscious over it. Whenever your sad and in need of cuddles, he holds you nice and close, usually sans clothing, all skin to skin contact.

He knows you're a little pervert and he'll give into your puppy like eyes, sometimes letting his towel drop after a shower while you grin, shamelessly watching him.

"You're staring again, you little creep" Bucky snorted while applying lotion, dropping his hands when he felt yours paw at his back to take over.

"Just a creep for you, handsome" You quip before continuing your journey exploring his body, moving your hand to his front, deciding to wrap around his co-

Anyway, I love this beefieee babieeee

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Really basic request but can I ask for reader comforting Astarion after he has a really bad nightmare? Sfw is fine! No worries if you can’t get to it <3 thank you!

Hey anon! Thank you for requesting, fuckin love this trope!

Warnings: Astarion’s trauma, PTSD, he dreams you die and wakes up thinking you’re dead, he cries, hurt/comfort. I set this after Cazador’s death.

“He can’t touch me. I’m safe. They’re safe. It’s- It’s over. He’s dead and I’m safe.”

You wake up to Astarion whispering behind you, and you roll over to see him, sitting up quickly at the sight. He’s curled into a ball, sitting in a corner of the tent, his head against his knees and his arms holding his legs so tight they shake. You see his shoulders shaking, and your heart breaks for him.

“Astarion? Love?” Your voice is quiet, afraid to startle him, and you stay where you are in case he needs space even though you long to hold him close.

His head snaps up, and you see trails of tears on his cheeks, and wild, pained eyes stare at you as if you’d just threatened him, before they lose their edge, still wild, still terrified, but recognizing you after a delay. “I- I’m sorry I woke you.” His voice is tense, and he watches you, but he doesn’t meet your eyes, looking at your neck, watching your heartbeat.

“No, no don’t be, it’s ok, I’m not upset with you, love. Would you like to talk?” You slowly move your body so you can face him, sitting cross-legged, keeping your hands visible as much as possible, and your eyes stay on him. “Or do you want some space?”

“No!” His voice comes out loud, and he seems to startle himself, “Please don’t leave.”

“Alright, love. I’m here, I won’t go anywhere. It was just an option. Can I help you in anyway?”

He hesitates, looking at you and then away, “I- I had a nightmare. Could I feel your heartbeat? I know you’re alive, I just need to feel it, please?” He sounds so painfully small, so afraid, and you watch him wipe his cheeks quickly, as if you’ll mock him for his question, for his sadness.

“Of course love, where do you want to feel it, should I come to you or would you like to come here?” You ask, giving him every available option, letting him as much control as possible.

“Will you come here?” The fear in his voice crushes you, you’re so used to him moving you, or asking you to come to him with confidence, knowing you always will. It hurts to see him so small, and you curse the dead monster that made him feel this way.

“Of course, Astarion.” You move slow, crawling over to him and he reaches for you, pulling you in until you’re sitting with your back to the tent as well, one arm around him and head on his shoulder, his hands find your throat and the wrist that’s not around his body, bringing to to his lap as he’s feeling your pulse, and you watch him take some breaths, his eyes closing for just a second as he exhales before opening and fixating on the tent entrance, and you realize he hasn’t blinked once since you’d been awake.

“Thank you.” He says simply, eyes fixated on the tent opening, as if he thinks his former master will come into your camp, into his tent at any moment.

“He’s dead, love. We killed him. You’re free and he can’t hurt you. You’re safe.” You speak low, repeating the mantra he’d been saying when you woke up, hoping that hearing someone else say it will help get through to him.

“He killed you, in my dream. We were at the Black Mass, I was a part of the ritual and he killed you in front of me, then he drank from your corpse. You’d screamed my name and I couldn’t help you, I could only watch. I woke up, and checked your pulse and watched you listened to your blood coursing through your veins, but the second I moved away I was sure you were dead. And then you woke up.” He starts to cry as he speaks, tears falling from his eyes and only then does he blink, still staring at the tent opening, and his fingers still on your pulse points.

You listen to him, unsure if you should respond, or how to respond if you did, before deciding to be bold, moving the hand he’s holding to his face and slowly turning him to look at you, his eyes snapping to you, looking vaguely threatened at first as your thumb wipes away his tears, “He’s dead and we killed him. I’m alive, he won’t taste blood ever again, but certainly not mine. You are safe. I’m sorry that you’re haunted, and I promise I understand why and but please try to remember that we are safe and he is dead.”

“We’re safe and he’s dead.” He seems to contemplate the words, like it’s a sudden realization instead of a factual statement based on your lived experiences. “We’re safe. And he’s dead. I killed him. And you took me to a river and helped me get the blood off of my skin. I cried again then, and you pretended not to notice. I heard your breathing change, and then you started talking about how much you miss bathtubs, you’re not very good at pretending. Then I thanked you for stopping me from completing the ritual, and I took you to my grave.”

He states everything like he’s remembering it as he speaks, and not wanting to lose any progress, you fill in some blanks. “Yes, I used the soap you like, the ones you found in the brothel. And you took me to your grave, and you carved into your tombstone. I put a flower on your grave and you said it was cute.”

“I pushed you down and we had sex there. Then we came back here and slept in my tent, and you said we should see how expensive the rooms are in the tavern, because your back hurts when you wake up. Does your back hurt now?” His eyes roam around the room as he thinks, taking his time piecing together that night.

“I forgot about that, with everything we had to do that morning. We should really do that tomorrow, maybe we can talk the prices down. My back does hurt, yes.” As you speak, his eyes gain a bit more life, and feel relief, happy that he’s coming back to himself.

“Lay down. Let me help.” He demands suddenly, removing your hands from his body, pushing at your waist.

“What? It’s ok, you really don’t need to-“

He cuts you off, “Please, just lay down. Let me help and you can keep being all… you, but if you’re going to insist on being so nice I need to be nice back.”

“You don’t need to do anything, Astarion. I’m not talking to you so that you’ll do something-“

He cuts you off again, a loud, impatient sigh leaving his lips, “Yes, yes, you’re wonderful and kind and you give me so many choices and so much patience. Great. Now lay down, and let me massage your back, darling, or I will lay you down.” He smiles kindly, but there are far too many teeth, and you know he’s not bluffing, so you obey, laying down on your shared bedroll, crossing your arms in front of you and putting your forehead against them.

You don’t hear him move, but you feel when his weight settles on your thighs, and his hands touch your shoulders. He feels around until he finds tenseness or hears you hiss in pain, then he focuses on that spot until the muscle relaxes.

“Thank you.” He murmurs eventually, as he’s working on a particularly tense spot at the base of your neck, “I’m sorry I woke you up, I just…wasn’t well at the time. I wasn’t myself.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Astarion. Please wake me up, I don’t mind. I want to be here for you, if you want me to be.”

You feel his hands stop on your back for just a second, before continuing to work at the knot. “I want that. I suppose if you stuck around for this long, through everything, I can’t cast you aside now.” He leans down and kisses the spot he’d been working at, and then continues to work in silence until he can find no more tenseness. He gets off of your thighs, and lays down beside you, pulling you to him and kissing you gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Star. Would you like to go back to sleep?” You yawn as you speak.

“I’d like to stay awake awhile, but you should rest. Sleep well, my love.”

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Marry me? Nah. Marry me? Yeah.

4 times Bucky Barnes asks you to marry him and you refuse. 1 time Bucky Barnes asks you to marry him and you accept.

A/N: I have been working on this for the last day, so enjoy. HOWEVER, I wrote it on my phone and refuse to proof it. Warning(s): Some canon level violence, swearing. Note: I do not own Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

You do not have permission to steal or repost my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and reblog.

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Proposal 1

The first time Bucky Barnes proposes to you, you aren’t even dating. The two of you are paired on a mission to dismantle a HYDRA base hidden deep in the Appalachian Mountains in Kentucky. You had met before but never shared more than polite conversation. Steve had assured Bucky you weren’t scared of him, but that you wouldn’t push him to speak with you. Bucky never quite believed him, so he never attempted to converse with you either.

However, when you’re paired on this mission, you take that as the go-ahead to finally speak to him.

“So, Barnes,” you say, nudging his shoulder with your own, “guess we’ve got to come up with more conversation topics than the weather.”

“Guess so,” he replies.

It is during the mission he proposes. There are more HYDRA agents active than expected, and they come at the two of you guns blazing while you’re distracted setting up an explosive at a structural point of the complex.

“Y/L/N,” Bucky says to grab your attention, “we’ve got company.”

You bite your lip, finishing your task before standing and pulling your rifle from your back, preparing yourself for a fight.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ve got this one,” you tease, shooting him a wink before unleashing precise kill shots before Bucky even thinks to pull his own trigger. After taking out a dozen soldiers, a few manage to get close to you, and you hit one in the head with the butt of your gun and then quickly pull a knife from a thigh holster while pivoting on your foot to slit another’s throat. You shoot the unconscious soldier in the head for good measure before wiping your knife on your pants.

With your knife returned to its home on your thigh, you look up at Bucky who is staring at you with a dumbfounded, albeit impressed, look on his face. You had taken out 14 men on your own. He was in love.

The words “marry me” slipped past his lips before he could stop them, and you laugh.

“Maybe buy me dinner first, Sarge.”

Proposal 2

The second time Bucky Barnes proposes to you, you’re comforting him after a nightmare. It is late at night, at the point it was really morning, and you happen to hear his screams through his bedroom door.

You stop at his door, letting a frown set on your face before reaching out for his doorknob. You hesitate before opening it, wondering if he’ll appreciate you barging in on him in such a vulnerable state. Then, he screams again—louder—and you turn the doorknob, letting yourself in.

The sight you’re met with is heartbreaking. Bucky is tossing and turning, his sheets bunched at his feet, comforter on the ground. He’s sweating buckets and whimpering what sounds like, “Please, no. Not the chair. Please!” over and over again. You choke back a sob before crossing over to him, gently lying a comforting hand on his shoulder and calling out his name.

“Bucky, honey, wake up. It’s just a dream, hun.”

The touch and sudden sound wake him up from what is truly a light sleep. Bucky shoots up into a sitting position, right hand shooting out to grab the hand touching him, and eyes darting around the room until they land on you.

“Shh,” you coo, “you’re okay, Bucky. It’s me, Y/N. It was just a dream. You’re safe.”

Bucky’s heart rate slows to a normal pace, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Y/N?” He asks hesitantly. “W-what are you doing here?” His voice is small, like a terrified child’s, and you can’t help but frown at the thought.

You let your hand move to cup his face, noting that he relaxes at the gentle touch, leaning his face ever so slightly into your touch.

“I was headed to the kitchen and I heard you scream. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

He nods, eyes searching yours for some sort of anger or resentment for bothering you. He doesn’t find any.

“Can I do anything to make you feel better?” You ask kindly.

“Um,” Bucky says, voice shaky. “Would you mind—you don’t have to—but would you mind staying with me? Only if you want.”

You smile kindly, pressing a comforting kiss to his cheek before climbing into his bed with him, pulling his head close to your chest.

“When I was little, I lived in a house in the woods for a while,” you say randomly, catching Bucky’s attention. His eyebrows scrunch together in some sort of confusion, but he says nothing. “At dinner one night, I look out the glass door onto the porch. Wanna know what I saw?”

Bucky hums his agreement as your hand works it’s way into his hair and your fingers begin to massage his scalp.

“4 raccoons!” You exclaim. “3 babies and a mama. We had a toddler slide on the porch at the time,” you continue, “and the baby raccoons kept climbing the little ladder and sliding down. The mama just sat a little bit away and watched and stole cat food occasionally.”

Bucky chuckles, finding your story cute but also recognizing your attempt to distract and soothe him after his nightmare. He appreciates it more than he himself understands; he is comforted by your voice more than he feels he should be. He lets the proposal slip a second time: “Marry me?”

You grin and press a kiss to his head.

“Not yet, hun.”

Proposal 3

The third proposal comes after the two of you begin dating.

Bucky takes you out on a date to a little coffee shop in Brooklyn you both had become fond of. You’re standing to the side of the café, out of the way, waiting on your order. Bucky has his right arm around your shoulders while you lean into him; his left hand stuck in his jacket pocket.

“So Natasha’s screaming at Clint to show himself so that she can kill him, right? Like, she was so fucking pissed at him. And Clint is in the fucking air vents—like those big ones people crawl through in action movies—hiding from her. Over a remote, Bucky!” You excitedly recount one of the most ridiculous encounters you’ve ever had with the Avengers to your boyfriend who is quietly listening with a fond smile.

“Like, ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ my ass,” you scoff. You’re about to add another thought to the discussion when you hear someone else’s conversation from a few feet away.

Bucky tenses. You tense.

“Personally, I think they should’ve carted him off to the South, or somethin’, and put him in the chair,” a younger man—college age—says. “The death penalty, y’know? An eye for an eye, and all that. I mean, the guy killed a lot of people.”

“Fuck, man,” his companion, another college aged man, says. “Don’t you think that’s a little harsh? I mean, he’s also like a war hero and a prisoner of war.”

“He killed innocent people, man. Like, people’s kids and shit.”

“I guess.”

Bucky clenches his jaw, and he also tightens his grip on your waist when he feels you start to move away from him.

“It’s fine, doll,” he assures you, but he doesn’t seem fine to you.

The barista calls out “Barnes” and Bucky kisses the top of your head before moving to grab your drinks. You, however, take the opportunity to address the disrespectful boys while your boyfriend isn’t holding you back.

“Excuse me,” you say, walking up to them.

“Fuck!” One says, jumping a little. “You’re an Avenger.”

“Mhmm,” you agree. “So is Sergeant Barnes who you so innocently suggested deserves the chair.” You jam a finger into his chest.

“You have absolutely no fucking right to talk about him that way. He gave his life for this fucking country; fought alongside your grandparents. The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry. Shit. It’s not like my opinion is gonna change anything.”

Before you can say anything else, you feel Bucky’s hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you away from the college kids and into his side. He leans close to your ear to whisper, “Doll, it’s fine. Come on.”

He pulls you out of the coffee shop before you have time to protest.

Walking down the street, you’re ranting, letting your arms flail around angrily.

“What the actual fuck is their problem?! You can have your obviously wrong opinions, but why would you express them so loudly in front of the person you’re talking about? You’re a fucking Avenger. You’re a good man. Why would they pardon you if you weren’t? Why would the Avengers adopt you as one of our own if you weren’t? Pieces of shit! Hateful, fascist, brain dead, ungrateful, military-hating, assholes!”

Bucky can’t help but laugh at your insults, and he can’t help but feel flattered that you care enough to defend him.

“Sweetheart, it’s really fine. I’m used to it,” he assures you, finally handing you your coffee he’d been balancing in his hand.

You take it, but shoot him an incredulous look.

“Like hell it’s okay! You deserve better than that bullshit, Bucky. You deserve to go out on a date with your girlfriend without being fucking harassed.”

Bucky pulls you into his side, kissing your head like he had earlier, and murmurs into your hair his third proposal.

“Marry me.”

You smile softly.

“Nah,” you say, leaning into his hold. He laughs.

Proposal 4

The fourth time Bucky proposes to you, it’s less direct.

In fact, you’re in the field, lying on your back in Bucky’s arms while he frantically puts pressure on a bullet wound in your gut.

“Steve,” he says into the coms, “Y/N’s down. She got shot. I’ve got to get her back to the jet.”

“Go,” Steve responds quickly, “I’ll cover you.”

Bucky’s attention falls to you, grimacing at the blood covering his hands.

“Hold on, baby. I’ve got you,” he says, lifting you into his arms as gently as you can.

“I’m fiiinnneee,” you slur, unsteadily and awkwardly reaching to pat his face. Your action, meant to be comforting, only adds to your boyfriend’s anxiety.

“Doll, you’ve been shot, and it isn’t a clean wound.”

“That’s nothin’!”

Bucky grunts indignantly in response.

Finally, he gets you back to the jet, moving through the aircraft quickly to get you to a stretcher to triage you best he can. When there is nothing more he can do, he holds your hand, doing his best not to cry or show how scared he is.

“Y/N, stay awake for me, alright?” He pleads, squeezing your hand.

Your eyes flutter open and you smile goofily.

“No worries, Doll,” you giggle as you call him by the pet name he reserves for you. “I’m A-Okay.”

Bucky scoffs.

“You’re bleeding out.”

“You fixed me.”

“Not fully; I put a bandaid on you really.”

“Silly. Bandaids fix you!” You try to comfort, but you fall into a laughing fit.

“Doll, I need you to take this seriously so you make it. You’ve gotta marry me.”

“You didn’t ask me to!” You say, narrowing your eyes and pointing accusingly.

Bucky smiles at your antics.

“Marry me, Doll?”

You smile fondly as you stare up at Bucky.

“Ask me again when I’m not bleeding out.”

Proposal 5

The fifth time Bucky Barnes proposes to you is the last time.

You convince the super soldier to go hiking with you; you argue he deserves to sit and watch a waterfall with his girlfriend. He gives in easily because you’re not easy for him to say no to.

The two of you find a local hiking trail that leads to a decent sized waterfall, and you’re pleased to find the trail is mostly deserted. You only run into a few stray hikers along the trail.

Bucky smiles as you hike, watching as you excitedly stop to watch centipedes cross the path, or point out woodpeckers, or smell flowers. Finally, the two of you reach the waterfall and you squeal in excitement, running a few paces ahead of Bucky and jumping to let out some excited energy.

“Buck, look! It’s gorgeous!”

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees, slowing to a stop behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin in the crook of your neck.

The two of you stand like that, in each other’s embrace, for a few minutes, watching the waterfall, listening to nature around you.

“Thank you for coming up here with with me,” you say, turning around to place a grateful kiss on Bucky’s lips. He gently returns the kiss before pulling away.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

You peck his lips again before turning back to the waterfall.

“Look!” You say upon turning around. “Bucky, a rainbow!” The spray of the water and the beams of sunlight meet to display a rainbow in front of you.

When Bucky doesn’t respond, you curiously turn around.

“Bucky? Oh!”

Bucky is on one knee, a ring box open in his hands, held out to you.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

There is no speech, there is no absurd gesture. There is just Bucky, and there is just a question.

It’s perfect.

“Yes.”

“Finally.”

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I Need Snuggles

RK900 x Reader

Word count: 389

Plot: RK900 is a bit clingy, who knew?

Warnings: none

“I’m your what?” You said giggling moving away from the couch.

“You're my little human and I love you so very much. Now can you please come to the couch so we can cuddle” RK900 said with his arms wide open and a wicked look in his eye. The summer was in full swing with temperatures hitting 90, it was very hot outside.

RK900 was in a t-shirt and boxers, laying on the couch, he always did this when it got too hot outside. This meant that he would get crabby and needy for you, all he wanted to do was to keep you pressed against him. You didn't know if it was his android brain short circuiting from the heat or some dire need to be clingy when it got too hot, all you had to do was keep space so he wouldn't catch you. You avoided him like the plague when it got hot like this because  getting too close to him means he would grab you and not let go. If you try to get up and be productive he would complain and tighten his grip.

He broke you out of your train of thought with, “Y/n, my love, the one I look forward to seeing every time I boot up in the morning can you please come here. There is a Hell’s Kitchen marathon starting in ten minutes and I would like to feel the weight of your body on top of mine”, you took another step back. “Don't make me get up and drag you to the couch”, he whined slowly moving to get up off the couch. You sighed, “Fine but only a few episodes, I have to check some emails later on.” , and he smiled knowing that he won.

When you fell into his embrace your thighs rested on either side of his torso and his arms went to rest against your hips and upper back, trapping you. “See that wasn't so bad now was it?” He asked as he rested his chin on the top of your head. You only grunted in response. For the rest of the day you were like that, you had fallen asleep on his chest when he started to play with your hair, the tv just low enough to lull you in for a nice nap.

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I write for myself, that’s undeniable. But I POST them, or share them, because I want others to see them. Because I want others to enjoy my work like I do, to love my characters like I do. And that’s perfectly valid

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a touch of emotion

Connor x Reader

Summary: After the meeting with Kamski, Connor feels conflicted and lost, luckily you're there to hold his hand through it.

A/N: DBH is one of my main comfort games, and it was about time I wrote a little something for my favorite boy from it. If anyone would like to see more of Connor here, let me know. <3

Masterlist

"Why didn't you shoot?" Hank inquires, narrowing his eyes inquisitively.

"I just saw that girl's eyes… And I couldn't…" Connor answers back, his voice edging on desperate. "That's all."

A howling wind prickles your skin like tiny needles. It was such a cold day, no wonder you hadn't been keen on coming out here today. Leaning back on the hood of Hank's car and pulling your coat tighter around yourself, you watch from afar as Connor tries to justify his choice, even if it had been the right one to make.

He intrigues you. Because for someone who keeps saying he's just a machine trying to accomplish a task, he acts way more human than a lot of people you know. Even on the day you'd met him, he was already all curious and talkative, you couldn't recall meeting any android like him before.

Connor has changed ever since you started working together, you realize it now more than ever. He's becoming softer, personality starting to shine through the cracks as his decisions become increasingly emotionally driven.

"Cyberlife's last chance to save humanity, is itself a deviant."

Kamski's words echoed inside your mind, as did Connor's panicked and distressed expression when he promptly denied it. Ironic, you think to yourself; he shouldn't feel as troubled as he does if what Kamski said is not true.

And that same feeling now lingers. Once they were done talking, Hank took a few steps away to make a call, most likely to the precinct judging by the scowl on his face; and Connor can't stand still, he's pacing around, fidgeting with the cuffs of his blazer as the snow shifts under his feet. There's a permanent frown on his eyebrows, he looks almost… lost, his LED with an insistent yellow color and gaze unfocused on the distance.

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, torn between reaching out to him or keeping to yourself. The snow falls heavier now, and you can feel the tips of your fingers slowly going numb. You've always liked the cold, yet it seems the cold doesn't like you.

Between the snow, the frozen lake, and the white horizon of the frigid weather, Connor stands out. He's holding onto his own arms, hugging himself, and you find it endearingly human, as if he's subconsciously trying to find a way to comfort himself.

You lay your palms flat on the hood of the car and push yourself away, walking up to him before you can think things through. The snow crunching under your feet doesn't seem to call his attention. "Connor?" You say gently, reaching out to him with your hand but stopping short of actually touching him. You hesitate. When did he start making you nervous?

"You okay?"

Those warm and tender brown eyes of his regard you with curiosity, lips half parted as he struggles on what to say. The LED on his temple switched from blue to yellow and blue again. "I- yes. I think I'm fine." Snowflakes are clinging to his hair and falling softly onto the skin of his cheeks; they compliment his features, always so gentle.

You offer him a small, comforting smile. He's still figuring himself out. It was okay, you were patient.

"I'm… sorry," Connor begins again, avoiding looking you directly in the eyes. He purses his lips and closes his eyes for a moment longer, and you doubt you've ever seen any android be this expressive.

"I compromised our investigation," he pauses, "I should have been more efficient." And reprimands himself.

You're shaking your head before he's even done talking. "No, don't say that," you take a step closer to him as your heart holds your reasoning hostage, one hand wrapping around Connor's wrist to keep him with you. "Don't say that when you've made the right choice, Connor."

There was a beat, Connor's face does something complicated that you cannot read, and when he looks up at you again, his gaze is almost too much. The amount of emotion he looked at you with nearly made you choke on air.

"But… we didn't learn anything." His voice is quiet, barely there, as if he doesn't care for his own argument and is only looking for an excuse to hear more of your voice.

"I don't care," the words fall from your lips before you can debate if you should even be saying them out loud at all.

Connor seems surprised, caught off guard as his eyebrows raise just slightly at how fast and true you spoke. His eyes keep searching your face for… something. You couldn't be sure of what exactly he was looking for. Maybe even he doesn't know yet.

Your heart stumbles on your chest when you see Connor gulping and his eyes avoiding yours again. Only then do you realize that the hand you held his wrist with had drifted lower, your fingers now gently grazing his palm. His skin feels comfortingly warm and soft, a pleasant touch sending goosebumps down your spine.

It was all foreign territory to him, you knew it, felt it in the way he tried timidly closing his fingers around your own. His movements are slow, uncertain, and tentative, bordering on afraid.

How naive of you, to be having such feelings for an android. Yet when he's the most caring, honest, endearing, and gentle person you know, how could you not?

Hank told you once; "I think you're breaking our android huh." He'd said it right after Connor had gone through the trouble of finding an umbrella just so you didn't have to stand under the heavy rain, even if you tried telling him you didn't mind. And you'd taken it as a joke back then, not really understanding the hidden meaning behind your older partner's teasing look.

Yet as you hold onto Connor's hand now, feeling the way his thumb shyly brushes your skin, you wonder if he feels it too, if he's willing to feel the same as you do. If you could dare to hope.

"All I care about," you speak slow and careful, syllables heavy on your tongue. You clear your throat so your voice doesn't sound as tender as you feel. "is that… that you didn't let him manipulate you, that you followed your heart." You bring your free hand up to his chest, right on top of where you can faintly feel his thirium pump working overtime.

Connor looked to be about to speak, perhaps to try and correct you about your choice of words, yet all he does is open and close his mouth, eyes trained on yours and LED swirling with a permanent yellow color. For a moment you wonder if he's analyzing you, and worry about what he may find. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly; you don't think he realizes he's doing it.

"I'm glad you didn't pull the trigger, Connor. I'm proud of you."

It's barely a second, his LED flashing red before going back to yellow and eventually, slowly, blue; but you see it. He blinked a couple of times as if processing your words or how to feel about them.

"I-" Connor's eyes seem hazy, their tender brown only a thin ring around his blown pupils. His fingers now tangle with yours. "I feel-"

"Alright kids, let's go." Hank's voice sounds all too loudly as he unintentionally breaks the bubble that cocooned you and Connor. "Fowler wants us back in the precinct." The lieutenant speaks with an annoyed undertone as he stuffs his phone back in his pocket.

You're still caught up in the feeling of Connor's skin on yours, in how you're now so hyper-aware of just how close he's standing to you. Connor, it seems, isn't much different.

When there's no answer, Hank finally looks your way and gestures you over; "come on, get a move on, I don't wanna hear another lecture about arriving late," he insists, before plopping himself into the driver's seat, murmuring something about damn love-birds.

Despite the cold, you can feel a warmth coming up to your cheeks. Without mustering the courage to meet Connor's gaze, you focus on the way his hand fits so perfectly with yours. His fingers are awkwardly intertwined with yours, holding strong and gentle at the same time.

Connor seems reluctant to let go. It hits you that perhaps he won't. You could dwell on a thousand reasons of why, or not think at all and simply bask in the feeling. But right now time isn't on your side.

You take a deep breath, and risk a glance up at him.

Any words you were about to say suddenly feel clogged up in your throat. Oh, Connor tilts his head in that endearing way you're so fond of, yet the look in his eyes is one you've never caught before; you can't name it, it feels dangerous to try, but he looks as if he just realized something.

"Come on," you tug on his hand, just about managing the timid words, "we have to go."

Connor follows quietly, his hand steady on yours until you reach the car and are forced to part.

As Hank drives, you watch Connor through the rearview mirror; there's a newfound lightness to him, a warmth to his eyes that makes you feel fuzzy inside. And when he catches your gaze, and smiles, you know he feels it too.

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Just Peachy

Summary: You think Nines hates you. He’s determined to prove otherwise, by eating you out.

Pairing: RK900! Nines x F! Reader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: pwp, smut in the forms of: eating out (f), fingering (f), marking, panty stealing, public sex but no one is in the dpd, mdni

Notes: I hope we all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed makin it. And if you did, why not leave a comment/reblog? not edited/proofread

You’ve seen the way the new Android, Nines, looks at you.

 His gray eyes harden, and his plush lips turn into a scowl. Suffice to say, you don’t think he likes you very much. And you’re not even sure why, you’ve never done anything to him. Hell, you’ve never even talked to him! And yet the minute you set foot into the bullpen, his low smile drops and his face sets in a glare. The members of the DPD always assure that he doesn’t dislike you, and that that’s just the way his face is. But you know the truth – when he’s unaware of your presence, you see the gentle smile he’ll occasionally send to Connor or Hank. 

So today you’ve decided to ask him what the hell his problem with you is. You arrive before he does – which is much too early for your liking. 

It’s so early in fact that no one but you is at the police station. You sigh, bored out of your mind as you sit in his desk chair. You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear the doors open, nor Nines’ footsteps as he draws closer to his desk. 

“Move.”

You jump out of your skin, back slapping hard against the chair as you look up to see who it is. And it’s the devil himself, Nines. Just the man you’ve been waiting for. You straighten in your – his – seat, and smooth down your rumpled blouse. 

“No, I don’t think I will,” you say. 

Nines stares at you, unmoving, but you can see the way his LED flickers to a pale yellow. 

He tilts his head, much like Connor does. 

“No?”

You nod in affirmation, lips pursed as your arms cross. 

“That’s right. Not until you tell me why you hate me.” 

Nines genuinely looks baffled, LED flickering to a blood red color at your words. 

“Hate you?” he mumbles, looking lost. His eyes stare above your head, and his LED is flickering so much you think you’ve broken him. You get so worried in fact, that you stand and place a comforting hand on his forearm, eyes looking into his vacant ones. 

“Nines? Are you okay?” 

Nines blinks, looking down at where your hand is resting. You remove it, stepping back and accidentally falling back into his rolly chair. 

Nines steps forward, crowding you. He bends at the waist, hands coming to rest on each armrest of the chair. You gulp, mouth going dry. From how close he is, you can see every pore, every detail. His eyes aren’t fully gray, they have little specks of blue in them. He looks so much like Connor, but he’s entirely different at the same time. 

“N-Nines?” you whisper, eyes wide. Nines leans in, whispering in your ear. 

“I haven’t done a good job of showing you how much I care, have I? Let me change that,” he pleads, voice dropping an octave. You nod, curiosity getting the best of you. 

He cares? About you? 

This is, to say the least, a shocking revelation indeed. Nines skims his lips on the apple of your cheek, and then lower, lower, lower… until his lips are on your neck, and he’s sucking on the skin gently. Your eyes stray to the clock on his desk, five-thirty in the morning. Fowler will be arriving at six. 

“Gottta hurry, Nines,” you mumble, to which the Android nods. He drops to his knees and places his big hands on the back of your calves, spreading your legs for him. You’d chosen a pencil skirt, so all he has to do is bunch it up around your hips. Your black panties are on display, and Nines commits this to his memory. 

“Beautiful,” he says, reverence deep in his voice. Your cheeks heat when Nines leans in and inhales the crotch of your panties. 

“Nines!” you gasp. 

He doesn’t respond, and brings his hands to pull down your underwear, and then he’s stuffing them in his back pocket with a smirk on his thin lips. He’s so fucking gorgeous it hurts, and you never thought this is how it would end. You thought Nines would berate you for even daring to talk to him, not… this. But you aren’t complaining, really. 

Nines leans in, face dangerously close to your wet pussy. He brings his right hand and spreads apart your lips, exposing your whole cunt for his eyes to see. It’s embarrassing, and you try to close your legs, but Nines looks up at you with narrowed eyes. 

“None of that,” he says, and uses his hands to pry apart your thighs, and then he’s leaning in and enveloping your clit with a low moan. And it’s heaven. His mouth is hot and warm, a stark contrast to the cool air of the bullpen. He uses his hands to spread your folds, and then he’s gently easing a long finger into your awaiting entrance. 

“Fuck!” you cry out, hands flying to tug on his hair, spine arching off of the seat. 

You can feel when Nines smirks against your pussy, and the Android intensifies his ministrations. He pumps his finger in and out, bringing another finger into you so he can spread your opening. It’s a stretch, but with his tongue flicking and dragging along your clit, you don’t even notice the slight pain. Nines leans away a bit, using his tongue to run along the crease of your folds, sucking on the pulsing flesh before shifting so his mouth is leveled with where his fingers are fucking into you. 

He watches his fingers, watches as they spread and slick gushes out from between them. Watches as they curl and hit that spot that makes you see heaven. 

“Did you know… that I come equipped with the same sensors Connor has on his tongue?” he whispers, eyes flicking up for just a moment before returning to your pussy. Your heart stops. Of course the RK upgrade would have that as well, but for some reason, it never crossed your mind. 

“I think I need a proper taste of you, wouldn’t you agree?” 

Your mouth is hanging open, but you find yourself nodding along to whatever he’s saying. Nines smirks, bringing his fingers out of your wet cunt and popping them in his mouth. He grunts, eyes falling closed, and LED flickering yellow as you imagine he’s getting information on all of your DNA. 

“‘S not enough,” he mumbles, before he’s smashing his face in between your legs and licking into your cunt. And the high pitched moan you let out is one for the books. 

Nines is feasting on you like a man starved, and all you can do is grind your pussy against his tongue and fist his hair, spilling out expletives at the intense pleasure. And when Nines looks you in the eyes as he swirls his tongue inside you, LED yellow, you lose yourself to your orgasm. You ride the waves of lust and pleasure, grinding onto his tongue and throwing your head back. 

“Fucking hell Nines –.”

Nines smirks, slurping all of the liquid he can from inside you, before he’s smoothing your blasted skirt back down. 

“B-But did you –?” 

“There’ll be time for that later. I’m not done with you yet.” 

Your heart is thudding, but you don’t get a chance to reply because the doors to the DPD are opening and Fowler is coming in. He stops, eyes raking from Nines to you, and back again. 

“I expected to see the Android, but not you L/N. You feeling okay?” 

Your neck heats up, and you itch it without looking at Fowler. No, your eyes are glued to Nines. 

“Just peachy.”

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