#alexei smut

[voxmortuus]

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Count Vronsky x F!Reader!Wife ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Anna Karenina ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 2k ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ This was given to me by the lovely @bettytaylorversion || I would love to request a hc for him in a honeymoon with fem!reader, like pure and utter fluff and romance 🔥💘 ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Passionate Sex | Unprotected P-i-V | Cream pie | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I hope this brings you some joy. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ TIME PASSER DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @voxmortuus ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @peachyspaceslvt ✧*̥˚ ATJ TAGLIST: *̥˚✧ @earth-elemental18 @nyxvuxoa-writes ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

It was a beautiful ceremony, everyone who was anyone was there, but now, it was just time for you and your beloved to be alone. To learn and explore each other. To enjoy the company of the one you will be spending the rest of your life with. Today, it was a beautiful day. The air was warm, but not overly hot, there were large fluffy clouds in the crystal blue sky, and the sun was shining bright. Alexei had decided he was going to take you to a private place, a place where no one was going to bother you. A small little country house just outside of town. Well, today Alexei had plans. These plans were special, and you weren't allowed to know these plans. He had vanished outside leaving you to ponder on your thoughts.

You were sitting in the kitchen, you sip on a cup of tea. Your thoughts were simple, yet nothing overly complex, what would your life be like? He had no issue getting your attention, you found him alluring, attractive, intelligent, suave, and charming, and you found him to be a wonderful conversationalist. Sitting there, your mind drifts in a wonderful daydream of how your life will all work out, what will it become? Jumping a moment when he comes back to the house, you look up at him and smile. Reaching for your hand he kisses it softly and looks over your face.

"I have a beautiful day planned. Shall we?" He asked.

Nodding you were eager. You watched him grab the picnic basket on the outside of the door as you headed toward the docking out back of the home. You look at him and tilt your head.

"You really did plan today out? It really is a beautiful day for something like this." You stated softly looking up toward the sky as you got closer to the private dock.

When you both approached it, he stepped into the small boat, placed the basket down, and held his hand up to help you in, to make sure you were getting into the boat safely. The boat swayed and you got a little nervous, but you knew you were safe. Once you had settled looking around, you smiled sweetly, this was going to be an absolutely beautiful day. Placing your hands in your lap you look over his features as he untied the small boat and pushed it away from the dock.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

You nod eagerly and bite your lip, curious as to where he was taking you. This waterway was large, trees draped over it with beautiful pink and white flowers, vibrant green leaves, and swans, everywhere, it was beyond breathtaking. As he rowed the boat, it moved gracefully in the water, the sounds of nature all around you. You can't help but smile.

"This is beyond beautiful." You smile softly.

"Nothing short of the best for you. Would you like to feed them?" He asked.

"Can I?" You ask eagerly.

He reaches into the basket and hands you a bag of bread pieces. "Here love."

Taking the bag you look inside upon opening the bag. You smile wide before tossing some out into the water. The fish below and the swans above move to get what you had tossed. A soft giggle escapes you as you watch them. Turning back to your new husband you smile softly.

"This is absolutely beautiful. I cannot express this enough." you search his face.

Leaning forward he kisses you softly, running a thumb across your lower lip. "You're absolutely beautiful." He smiles.

Flushing softly you glance down before looking back up at him and searching his face. Licking your lips you tilted your head softly. You feel this warm feeling, this warmth of the sun shining through the branches of the trees. It really was out of some sort of fairytale.

"What other plans do you have today?" You asked him.

"Well, how about I go show you." He smiles taking the oars and carefully working his way through the water to the other side of the large lake. You look over him and wonder when he had the time to do this, but he was up far earlier than you were. You smile softly and continue to look around at everything as he works his way through the water and you continue to feed the fish and birds with the crumbles of bread.

When he gets to the other side he moves past you to get out and pull the boat to the shore and helps you out. Looking around it was a meadow-like opening. There were no trails toward the location he was taking you, a small path from the shore to this small opening that was surrounded by flowers of the season, birds chirping, and a soft subtle breeze. It was beautiful, just like everything else. It was a lot to take in but at the same time, it wasn't.

He opens a blanket he pulls from the basket, and paces it on the earth's floor. He looks up to you and holds out his hand for you to take. Biting your lip softly you chuckle and nod joining him on the blanket. Leaning against him you look out on nature and smile. It truly was a vision of your dreams.

He wraps his arms around you and leans in and kisses your neck. "You smell delicious. Is that a new perfume?" he asks you.

"It is. I'm surprised you noticed." You chuckle softly.

"Of course I noticed. I also noticed you are not wearing anything under your dress." He smiled softly.

"Oh, is that so?" You chuckle.

"That is very much so." He smiled as he reaches down and hikes your dress up a bit.

"Are you wanting to do that here?" You ask him.

"Well, why not? There's no one else here, just us… What do you say Mrs. Vronsky?" He smiles looking down at you.

"Well, when you put it that way." You chuckle and turn to look at him you put your arms around him as he moves to have you straddling his lap.

"Oh, you like hearing Mrs. Vronsky don't you?" He chuckles.

Nodding your head you smile and lean in and kiss him sweetly and deeply. He keeps you close as he moves his hands up your back and presses you close to him as he moves to nip at your neck as his lips trail down and he moves to open your dress a bit more so he can kiss your chest. Now and then his gaze looks up as he watches you carefully. Your jaw slacks a bit, feeling his lips on your flesh like that is utterly intoxicating. You bite your lip and let out a soft whimper, your body trembles softly. This feeling made your body feel warm and even a little dewy between the legs.

He grips at you, his hands moving under your dress and sliding it up to move it off of your frame placing it next to you both, your nimble fingers move to undo the buttons of his shirt and slide it off him and place it by your dress. Looking over him you smile, your fingers move against his chest before you move your hands to the back of his neck and slide your hands up into his hair, as he leans into your hands and nails a bit as they scrape against his scalp you move your hips ever so slightly. He looks over at you and smiles.

"I want to be inside you." He whispers against your lips as he kisses you deeply.

"Then be inside me." You whisper back.

Feeling him free himself as his hard flesh presses against the front of you, he rubs the tip of his cock against your opening before he lowers you onto him. You drop your head to rest against this shoulder and let out a soft moan.

"Oh, Alexei." You whimper.

His jaw clenches a moment as you wrap your slick velvet-like walls around his sensitive flesh. Growling a moment as he buries his face into your neck.

"You feel so good.." He tells you.

"You feel good." You state back as he helps guide you over his hard member.

You begin to moan a little more feeling him fill you, feeling yourself stretch around his hard cock as you glide along him. Your head moves to hang back as your hands press into his shoulders as you bounce at a steady pace. His hands wander your form, feeling your flesh under his grip, it was soft, it was moldable. He watched your face, the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. He looked down at you as you pressed yourself down on him. He liked watching the way it looked, how you took all of him like you were made for him.

Moving you to your back, he looked down at you, your hair fanning out as he leaned forward and began to thrust at a quicker pace, the sounds of you both echoed and rolled off the flower petals. He pressed deeper into you, causing you to moan louder, causing you to grip at his sides, your nails dragging across his back, leaving little red welts of love across his flesh.

Dipping down he captured your lips against his, as he moved to grab your hands enterlacing your fingers with his as he moves them above your head, with each thrust you both move against each other, and your moans pass your lips and dance across his. Your tongue finds his as it dances an intimate dance with his, your moans still escaping into him as he thrusts faster into you, but with each thrust, it is soft, with care, with a tenderness of the moment.

He moves from you, kneeling, watching the way he slips in and out of you, watching the way you coat him with a shiny coating of your juices coating his cock, you moan softly your back arches, your flesh against the contrast of the earth was beautiful, it was something he was going to have a forever memory about.

Lifting your hips to his own he growled softly as he continued to thrust picking up the pace as you roll your hips, your breathing picks up hearing his growls, you aren't able to contain yourself. Gripping at the grass above your head and your body bounces with each thrust he gives. Your moans are mere screams. From the grass to your breasts as he thrusts harder coming to a finish for you both he looks down at you and searches you.

"Finish with me." He states.

"Then don't stop… I am so close." You state.

"Of course not, Love." He smirks as he picks up his pace a little more.

His thumb finds your swollen sensitive bud and he begins to rub it the feeling causes you to scream in pure euphoria and tremble as you were not able to control yourself. Your legs are trembling and your walls begin to spasm against him as if milking him for his seed. He growls and moans loudly as he presses himself deep within you and he buries himself and ribbons of hot finish coat your walls.

After a few more twitches of his member, he looks down at you and smiles softly as he slowly pulls from you and moves to lay by your side. He tucks some hair behind your ear and smiles.

"Now, Mrs. Vronsky, you do know that this is likely to happen often on our honeymoon correct?" He chuckles.

Breathily you look at him. "I sure hope so. Mr. Vronsky."

He just stays there, admiring you, reaching into the basket to feed you grapes, admiring your body, you were absolutely beautiful to him, he couldn't stop staring at you. He didn't want to. Ever. Forever his. Forever yours.

[pretty-little-mind33]

mdni for kinktober, thanks my loves 🤍 main masterlists

10/03 - Mirror Sex (dave lizewski)

10/06 - Morning Sex (james potter)

10/07 - Cockwarming (pietro maximoff)

10/14 - Caught Masturbating (alexei vronsky)

10/16 - Innocence Kink (sergei kravinoff)

10/18 - Overstimulation (tom ryder)

10/20 - Sex Pollen (logan howlett)

10/21 - Sex Tape (tangerine)

10/25 - Predator/Prey (sergei kravinoff)

10/26 - Threesome (tangerine)

10/27 - Public Sex (james potter)

10/31 - Humiliation (logan howlett)

[ikkyfics]

Count Vronsky and reader's first time? Maybe night after the wedding? Please feel free to not write this if it makes you uncomfortable 🫶🏻

First Night

Alexei Vronsky x f!reader

Summary: Even now, with a ring on your finger, you still had difficulty assimilating what had happened. As if it had all been nothing more than a feverish delirium. You were a married woman now, and as such, you should fulfill your duties.

Warnings: smut, virgin!reader, piv, mdni, porn w little plot

A/N: Hi, darling - to be honest, I was excited to write this, so I really hope you enjoy it <333

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Even now, with a ring on your finger, you still had difficulty assimilating what had happened. As if it had all been nothing more than a feverish delirium. You were a married woman now, and as such, you should fulfill your duties.

After you arrived at the house that would now be your home, Alexei had allowed you to have a moment alone. To prepare yourself. A maid had prepared a bath of hot water for you, where you remained submerged for as long as you could, as if that would be enough to rid you of your fears. Your hair was brushed and your skin perfumed, your body wrapped in a thin nightgown. You had never worn anything like this, never had you revealed so much of your skin.

The night before, your mother had spoken to you. She had held your hand and told you that there was no reason to fear, that the Count would treat you well.

“I imagine he has already kissed you,” she said, a small smile curving her lips as you nodded, your eyes fixed on the embroidery on your bed.

Alexei had kissed you before, more than once. And you had committed each one to memory. The way his mouth had moved against yours, filled with a hunger you didn’t understand. Then, when you were flushed and your lips were numb, he would pull away, his fingers gently framing your cheek, looking satisfied.

“And you liked it, didn’t you? Then I’m sure the other caresses won’t bother you. He will certainly be gentle and attentive.”

But now you regretted not having asked more questions. Anxiety knotted in your stomach. What should you expect from this night?

The knock on the door was soft, but it made your heart leap in your chest. You sat up straight in the chair in front of the mirror, your trembling fingers smoothing the fabric of the thin nightgown that felt too heavy for your skin. For a moment, the thought of asking him to wait crossed your mind, but the truth was that waiting would only prolong the torment of your own anxiety.

“Come in,” you managed to say, though your voice was barely audible.

Alexei entered the room, his heart pounding at the sight of his bride. He drank in the vision of your, clad in the sheer nightgown that clung to your curves and accentuated your skin. Your hair fell in glossy waves over your shoulders, and your eyes, though anxious, sparkled with a hint of anticipation. He felt a surge of love and desire, but also a profound tenderness and protectiveness.

He approached your slowly, his steps measured and respectful. Stopping a few feet away, he gazed at your, his blue eyes filled with adoration and a touch of nervousness. He cleared his throat softly before speaking in a low, gentle voice.

“My dear wife, you look... sublime. More beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” He paused, swallowing hard. “I want to make this night perfect for you, my love. A night you'll never forget.”

Alexei extended his hand towards your, his fingers outstretched in invitation. His heart raced as he awaited your response, hoping you would trust in him, in them, in the love they shared. “Please, allow me to join you. Let us begin our new life together, as husband and wife, in every way possible.”

His words, the intensity in his voice, made your face flush. With trembling fingers, You reached out to touch his hand, feeling the heat emanating from his skin.

“Alexei,” You began, looking up into his beautiful eyes. “I want you to join me, but…”

You hesitated, lowering your eyes. Alexei had kissed you before, but this time was different. You didn’t even know what was about to happen. The mysteries of the wedding night had never been revealed to you. What if I ruined everything? Nerves knotted your stomach.

Alexei sensed your hesitation and nervousness, seeing the uncertainty in your downcast eyes and the way your fingers trembled against his palm. His heart ached with the desire to comfort and reassure your, to chase away your fears. He gently squeezed your hand, his thumb caressing your knuckles in a soothing rhythm.

In a soft, gentle voice, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke. “Shhh, my darling,” he murmured. “There's no need to be nervous or afraid. I know this is new and overwhelming for you, but I promise, I will be gentle. I want our first time to be a beautiful, loving experience for you.”

Alexei brought his other hand up to tenderly cup your cheek, tilting your face towards him until their eyes met once more. “We'll discover this together, step by step,” he assured your softly. “I'm here to guide and cherish you. Trust in me, and trust in the love we share.”

His blue eyes shone with sincerity and devotion as he gazed at your, awaiting your response. Alexei's heart raced with anticipation, but more than that, it raced with a desperate need to love and protect his new bride, to make this night as wonderful and unforgettable as you deserved.

His words were reassuring, though there was still a hint of nervousness lurking in the background. “I trust you, Alexei.” He was your husband, the man your trusted with your life.

You moved closer to him, feeling his warmth envelop your body, all too aware of the thin gown covering your body. Your face felt hot, but the words found their way past your lips. “Will you teach me?”

Alexei's heart swelled with love and tenderness at your soft, trusting words. He pulled your closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing your gently against his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from your body through the thin fabric of your nightgown, and it ignited a gentle warmth within him.

He gazed into your eyes, his own blue orbs filled with adoration and a deep, abiding love. “Of course, my darling,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “It would be my greatest honor and pleasure to teach you, to guide you, to love you in every way possible.”

Alexei leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered. “Tonight, I want to explore every inch of your beautiful body, to map out the curves and contours that belong only to you. I want to learn what brings you pleasure, what makes your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.”

He pulled back slightly, his hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of your lower lip. “We'll take our time, my love. I'll make sure that every touch, every kiss, every moment is filled with love and devotion.”

Alexei's eyes searched yours, a silent question in their depths. “Will you let me love you? Will you trust me to be your guide?”

“Y-yes,” you said breathlessly, feeling your knees weaken at the intensity of his words. It was almost too much to bear. “Please,” you began again, your fingers wrapping around his shirt, as if pulling him closer. You needed his warmth. “I want you to teach me,” you pressed your face against his hand, closing your eyes as shame swallowed you. “I want to be yours, Alexei.”

He pulled your flush against him, his strong arms enveloping your trembling form, holding your close as if you were the most precious treasure in the world. He could feel the desperate way your fingers clutched at his shirt, and it only served to fuel his own longing to cherish and possess your completely.

With a soft, loving groan, Alexei captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His mouth moved over yours with a gentle intensity, pouring all of his love and desire into the embrace. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, asking for your permission to explore the warmth within.

As he kissed your, his hands began to roam over your body, mapping out the tantalizing curves that the thin nightgown did little to conceal. He caressed the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips, the soft, supple skin of your thighs. His touch was reverent and worshipful, a silent testament to his devotion and desire.

Breaking the kiss, Alexei trailed his lips down the column of your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. He could feel your pulse fluttering beneath his touch, and it spurred him on, urging him to claim you, to make you his in every way possible.

You felt intoxicated by his kisses, and a strange heat was building in your belly. No, below your belly. You had never felt anything like it.

In a low, husky voice, he murmured against your skin, “You are mine. Now and forever. And I am yours, my love, my heart, my soul.”

Alexei's hands slid down to the hem of your nightgown, his fingers toying with the delicate fabric. He awaited your silent permission, your eager consent to take this next step into their new life together as husband and wife.

You looked down, feeling your heart skip a beat when you saw him with his fingers in the fragile laces of your nightgown. But you weren’t going to back down. You nodded slightly, giving him permission to undo each lace. “I want you to show me.”

When the nightgown was loose on your shoulder, it wasn’t long before the fabric slid down your body, pooling around your feet. You fought the urge to curl up, to hide. There was nothing between your body and Alexei’s gaze.

Alexei’s breath caught in his throat as the nightgown slid away, revealing the breathtaking beauty of your naked form. His eyes drank in every inch of your skin, from the elegant curve of your neck to the soft swell of your breasts, the curve of your waist and the gentle flare of your hips. You were a vision of perfection, a goddess made flesh, and he felt unworthy of your divine presence.

Slowly, reverently, Alexei's hands skimmed over your newly exposed skin, his touch gentle and worshipful. He cupped the soft weight of your breasts, marveling at their delicate shape and the way they fit perfectly in his palms. His thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks, feeling them tighten and harden beneath his touch.

“You are so beautiful, my love,” Alexei said in a reverent tone, raising his eyes to meet yours. He took a step toward you, pushing you back until the backs of your knees met the vanity. He lifted your body, settling you there, quickly settling himself between your legs. His fingers traced invisible lines on the sensitive skin of your thighs.

A gasp of surprise escaped your lips as he lifted you up. The cool mirror against your back contrasted with the heat of his body. Your hands gripped his chest, feeling like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. And he was between your legs, his hips pressed against yours, sending shivers down your spine.

You pressed your face against his neck, whimpering at the discomfort between your legs. “Kiss me, please, I need your kisses,” you begged, the words vibrating against his skin.

He could feel the evidence of your arousal pressing urgently against him, and it only fueled his own rapidly growing desire. With a low, possessive growl, Alexei captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his passion and hunger into the embrace. His tongue delved deep, stroking and caressing every inch of your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance.

One hand slid up your back, tangling in your silky hair, while the other gripped your hip, pulling your flush against him. He ground his hips against yours, letting your feel the hard, thick length of his arousal through the fabric of his trousers.

Alexei trailed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat, pausing to nip and suck at the sensitive skin. He could feel your pulse fluttering wildly beneath his lips.

He licked and kissed his way down to your collarbone, leaving wet kisses down to your chest, feeling your tremble beneath his touch. His mouth enveloped your breast, his tongue teasing the hard peak, hearing your moan in response.

His hand cupped your other breast, massaging it gently. He bit the tip, pulling it between his teeth until he heard your whimper. Only then did he allow himself to continue, leaving more kisses down your belly.

Alexei settled back on the vanity stool, lifting his face to admire how needy you looked, a complete mess. His fingers reached the inside of your thigh, drawing lazy half circles before moving up a little higher. He groaned at the feel of how wet your pussy was. "Is this where you need me, my love?"

You felt your entire body flush at the feel of his touch, the way his eyes seemed to devour you.

"Y-yes," you replied weakly, spreading your legs further apart without even realizing it. "I need... I need-" You couldn't continue, you couldn't put into words what you wanted. Unable to contain yourself, your hips rolled, seeking more of his touch, any sensation that would fill the void between your legs.

He watched your hips undulate, seeking his touch, craving his possession. The needy, desperate sound of your voice only served to inflame his own desire.

With a low, guttural groan, Alexei's fingers found your slick, heated center. He stroked along your folds, feeling the evidence of your arousal coating his digits. He circled your sensitive clit, teasing and tormenting your until your hips bucked and writhed against his touch.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Alexei leaned in, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He lapped at your essence, his tongue delving deep to taste your, to savor the sweet ambrosia of your desire. He suckled and flicked and teased, driving your closer to the edge of ecstasy with every stroke of his tongue.

He could feel the heat of your core, the way your body trembled and quivered with need. He knew you was close, and he was determined to push your over the precipice, to help your find the release you so desperately craved.

He looked up at your, his eyes intense as he spoke against your slick flesh. “Let go, my love. Give yourself to me, to this moment. I want to feel you come undone. Trust in me. Let me love you, all of you.”

With that, Alexei redoubled his efforts, his tongue and lips and fingers working in tandem to drive your to the heights of ecstasy. He could feel your body tensing, your muscles tightening, and he knew you was on the cusp of something extraordinary.

Your fingers wrapped around the soft curls of his hair, moaning as you felt yourself coming undone. "Alexei," you repeated his name over and over.

Your eyes fixed on his face between your legs, on the way his hands held you open. Exposed.

"Alexei, I'm... I'm going to... God."

Your eyes closed as you felt that strand snap. Eliciting a louder moan from your, leaving your euphoric, in ecstasy. Completely lost in pleasure.

Alexei felt you body stiffen and then shudder as your climax washed over your. The sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer, like a plea, only heightened his own desire.

He could feel the heat of your essence flooding his mouth as he worked your through your orgasm, his tongue gentling as he helped your ride out the waves of pleasure.

As your body went limp, Alexei gentled his touch, placing soft kisses on your sensitive flesh as he slowly withdrew. He looked up at your through hooded eyes, taking in the sight of your lost in the throes of ecstasy, your face flushed and your hair disheveled, a look of pure bliss on your face.

With a low, possessive growl, Alexei surged up her body, capturing your lips in a kiss. He could taste himself on your, the musky essence of your arousal mingling with the sweetness of your own mouth. It only fueled his desire, his need to be inside your.

He wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting your up onto the vanity so they could walk across the room together. Gently, he laid your down on the bed, pausing to remove his own clothes. It bobbed against his belly, hard and thick and ready.

He was quick to climb on top of your body, growling as he felt his cock poke at your pussy. He needed to control himself, you was still a virgin. Alexei needed to be careful.

You moaned, too sensitive to any touch from him. Your arms wrapped around him, enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours. The way he wrapped you around him. It was like you were on cloud nine.

Hesitantly, you lowered your hand, your fingers wrapping around him, feeling the weight and the way he pulsed. And the way Alexei moaned encouraged you to continue your exploratory touch. In shock, you realized that you wanted him inside you.

Alexei shuddered as you small hand wrapped around his throbbing length, your gentle touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He groaned into their kiss, his hips flexing instinctively as he thrust into your hand, seeking more of that exquisite sensation. The feel of your slender fingers exploring his thick, pulsing cock only served to inflame his desire.   

Breaking the kiss, Alexei looked down at your with lust-darkened eyes, his voice a low, husky rasp. “You feel what you do to me, my love?” he murmured, his hips rolling slowly, his hard length sliding through your soft palm. “You feel how much I need you, how desperate I am to be inside you?”

Alexei's hand covered yours, guiding it to stroke him with more purpose, more pressure. He groaned at the feel of your slender fingers tightening around him, at the way your thumb brushed over the sensitive head of his cock. His other hand slid up your side, cupping the soft weight of your breast, his fingers plucking at the hardened peak.

Alexei's eyes searched yours, a silent question in their depths. “Are you ready for me, my love?” he asked softly, his voice rough with desire. “Ready to feel me inside you, filling you, loving you?” He nudged his cock head against your slick entrance, feeling your heat, your softness.

You reacted to his words, feeling your body shiver in anticipation.

Your eyes didn’t leave his, whimpering at the feel of his cock pressed against your slick slit.

“Yes," you sighed, "yes, please, Alexei,” you begged, the words slipping from your lips.

With a low, possessive growl, he captured your lips in a kiss, pouring all of his love and desire into the embrace. At the same time, he slowly, gently pushed forward, feeling your slick, tight heat enveloping the sensitive head of his cock.

He broke the kiss to gaze into your eyes, his own blue orbs blazing with passion and tenderness. “You feel so good, my love,” he rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “So tight, so perfect.” He pushed a little deeper, gritting his teeth at the exquisite sensation of your body yielding to his.

Alexei's hand slid down to your hip, gripping it gently as he slowly, carefully began to ease himself into your. He could feel every inch of your silky walls clenching around him, drawing him in deeper, welcoming him home. It took every ounce of his control not to surge forward, to bury himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.

He captured your lips again, swallowing your soft gasps and whimpers as he slowly, steadily pushed forward until he felt a barrier. Alexei paused, his heart hammering in his chest. “This might hurt for a moment, my darling,” he murmured against your lips. “But I promise, it will only be for a moment. And then, my love, it will only bring us closer, bind us tighter.”

With a final, gentle push, Alexei broke through your maidenhead. He stilled, letting your adjust to the new sensation, the new feeling of fullness. He peppered your face with soft kisses, murmuring words of love and devotion against your skin.

Tears welled up in your eyes. He was too big, it was like you were being ripped apart.

Alexei's heart ached at the sight of you tears, the way your hips instinctively tried to pull away from the unfamiliar, almost painful sensation of his thick length stretching your untouched walls.

He gazed into your eyes, his own filled with love and understanding. “Shhh, my darling,” he murmured softly, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. “I know it hurts, and I'm so sorry. But it will pass, I promise you.” He kissed your softly, tenderly, his lips moving over yours with a gentleness that belied the passion burning within him.

You gritted your teeth, allowing him to soothe you with his gentle kisses and sweet words, your fingers curling under his biceps, letting out some of what you were feeling. It still hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. “Can you…” You began, your voice small, searching his gaze.

At your hesitant question, Alexei's heart swelled with love and devotion. “Yes, my love,” he said softly, his voice low and intimate. “I can go slow, as slow as you need me to. We'll take this at your pace, and I'll make sure you feel nothing but pleasure.” He nuzzled your neck, pressing soft kisses to your racing pulse. “Just tell me what you need. I'm here for you, always.”

Alexei's hands slid down to cup your rear, gently kneading the soft flesh as he slowly, carefully began to move within your, his strokes shallow and deliberate.You felt your heart warm at his words, the way he prioritized you. It helped make the pain more bearable. And you trusted him, God, you really did trust him.

A moan of pain escaped your lips when he moved. And then you moaned for an entirely different reason.

You felt something tighten inside you, making you want more. Need more."A-Alexei, I-" You began, your voice cracking as he hit a part of you that made you shiver. You fell back into the pillow, whimpering, "M-more, I need... oh," you moaned again as he hit that same spot.

The way you arched into him, your back bowing off the bed, your nails digging into his biceps, spurred him on. He could feel the tight, velvet heat of your sheath clenching around him, drawing him in deeper with every thrust.

He groaned softly as you pleaded for more, her voice breaking on a moan that sent shivers down his spine. Determined to give your the pleasure you craved, Alexei began to thrust with more purpose, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that had him hitting that sensitive spot inside your with each drive forward.

Alexei leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as he loved your with his body. His hand slid between their sweat-slicked bodies to find your pearl, his fingers circling and stroking the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts.

He could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering around his pistoning length. Knowing you was close, Alexei doubled his efforts, his voice a low, urgent rasp against your lips. “That's it, my love,” he encouraged your, his breath hot and ragged. “Let go. I want to feel you come undone around me, want to hear you scream my name as you find your pleasure.”

He could tell you was on the very precipice of a shattering climax, and he was determined to help your fly over that edge into pure, unadulterated bliss.

His fingers circled your sensitive pearl with more urgency, stroking and rubbing the swollen nub as he drove into your, his hips setting a relentless pace. Alexei could feel his own release swiftly approaching, but he was focused solely on you, on bringing your to a peak of ecstasy before he allowed himself to let go.

He captured your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste your, to feel yourr respond to his passion. His other hand slid up to cup your breast, his fingers plucking and rolling the hardened peak, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.Alexei broke the kiss to blazing into your eyes, his voice a low, commanding growl.

“Come for me,” he rasped, his voice rough with desire. “Give yourself to me, now and forever.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Alexei drove deep into your welcoming heat, his length pulsing and throbbing as he felt your walls clamp down around him like a vice. He threw his head back, a guttural groan of pure male satisfaction tearing from his throat as he found his own release, his seed spurting forth to mark your, to claim your as his own.

Your walls clamping down around him like a velvet vise as you found your own shattering climax. The sound of his name falling from your lips in a scream of pure ecstasy was the most erotic, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. It spurred him on, urging him to drive into your with a newfound urgency, to prolong your pleasure and push your to new heights.

He could feel your body going limp beneath him, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Alexei gentled his touch, his hands sliding over your sweat-slicked skin with a tenderness that belied the passion still burning within him. He pressed soft kisses to your face, your neck, your shoulders, murmuring words of love and devotion against your skin.

Slowly, carefully, Alexei rolled to the side, taking you with him so you was draped over his chest. He tucked your head under his chin, his arms wrapping around you in a protective, possessive hold. His fingers stroked over your hair, through your sweat-dampened curls, as he let your catch your breath.

Alexei's heart swelled with a love so profound, so all-encompassing, that it took his breath away. Making love to you had been a revelation, a confirmation of the deep, abiding bond between them. He knew, without a doubt, that he would spend the rest of his life loving your, cherishing your, and protecting your.He pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his voice a low, reverent murmur.

“That was incredible, my love,” he said softly, his heart full to bursting with emotion. “You were incredible. I love you so much. Today, tomorrow, and for all the days to come. You are mine, and I am yours, now and forever.” Alexei's arms tightened around your, holding your close as he savored the feel of your soft, warm body against his. In that moment, he knew he was the happiest, the most contented man alive.

[simp4eshal]

Ballroom

Count Vronsky x poc!reader/OC(Arabella Von Jaga) (but she's mostly reader i just felt more comfortable giving her a name)

warnings: obsessive behavior, angst ??, smut, yearning, fluff, lemme know if i forgot something

In the dimly lit study of his opulent manor, Count Vronsky paced restlessly. His eyes burned with an intensity that betrayed his turmoil of emotions. It had been months since he had last laid eyes on her, months of sleepless nights and restless days spent yearning for the touch of her skin, the taste of her lips. His heart ached with a longing so powerful it threatened to consume him whole. She was his obsession, his raison d'être, and he would stop at nothing to make her his. Her name was Arabella, and she was the only thing that mattered in his world.

He paused before a large mirror, running his fingers through his unruly hair, trying to tame the wild beast that had taken over his appearance. His once-handsome face now bore the telltale signs of his all-consuming passion: dark circles ringed his eyes, his skin was pale and sallow, and his muscles were taut with unspent energy. Even his once-elegant attire seemed to reflect his inner turmoil, wrinkled and askew.

He could no longer deny it; he was losing his grip on reality. His thoughts were consumed with her, and his actions had become increasingly desperate. He had tried to fill the void with other women, but it was futile. They were but pale imitations of the one he truly loved. Arabella was his sun, his moon, his stars, and without her, he was nothing but a shadow of his former self.

Determined to take matters into his own hands, Vronsky gathered his most trusted servants and issued a decree. He would hold a grand ball in her honor, an extravaganza the likes of which the kingdom had never seen. The invitations were to be sent out far and wide, to every corner of the land, inviting everyone who was anyone to attend. The catch was that the ball would be by invitation only, and the only invitation that truly mattered would be in Arabella's hands.

For weeks, Vronsky's servants worked tirelessly to prepare the manor for the event, transforming it into a veritable wonderland of opulence and excess. Intricate tapestries hung from the ceilings, gleaming chandeliers cast their warm light across polished marble floors, and towering floral arrangements adorned every available surface. A full orchestra was hired to play throughout the night, their haunting melodies weaving in and out of the revelry.

As the appointed day finally dawned, Vronsky paced anxiously before the grand entrance, his heart hammering in his chest. He had spared no expense, had left no stone unturned, and yet he couldn't help but feel that it wasn't enough. He longed for her to be there, to see the depth of his devotion, to feel the weight of his obsession.

Dusk fell, and the first guests began to arrive, their opulent attire casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the ballroom. Ladies in shimmering gowns and gentlemen in finely tailored suits mingled amidst the fountains of champagne, their laughter and conversation filling the air. The orchestra played on, the music swirling around them like a living thing, weaving a seductive spell that enraptured everyone within earshot.

Vrronsky paced restlessly, his gaze darting about the room, searching for any sign of her. His heart felt as though it were being squeezed in a vise, the anticipation almost unbearable. He had invited every eligible bachelor and bachelorette in the kingdom, hoping that one of them might know where she was, might have heard a rumor or seen her somewhere. But so far, there was no sign of her.

Hours passed, and the ball reached its zenith. The guests, their appetites whetted by the endless feast and flowing champagne, had begun to let loose, dancing wildly to the orchestra's stirring melodies. Vrronsky, however, could not join in their revelry. His focus remained fixed on the grand entrance, willing it to swing open and reveal her.

As midnight approached, he grew desperate. He had to know if she would come, if she would accept his invitation. He spotted a servant hurrying across the ballroom and beckoned him over. The servant, out of breath from running, bowed low. "My lord, a messenger has arrived with a note for you." Vronsky snatched the envelope from the servant's trembling hand, his heart racing. With shaking fingers, he tore it open.

The note was brief, but it was all he needed to hear. In her delicate script, she had accepted his invitation, promising to attend the ball. He read it over and over again, the words losing their meaning as tears of relief and joy streamed down his face. He could feel the weight of his obsession lifting from his shoulders, a lightness in his chest that he hadn't experienced in years.

With renewed vigor, he rejoined the revelry, laughing and dancing with the other guests. He scarcely noticed the envious glances that were directed his way, for he was no longer concerned with the opinions of others. All that mattered was that she was coming, and soon she would be in his arms once more.

As the night wore on, the ball reached its climax. The orchestra struck up a new, haunting melody, and Vronsky could feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He glanced at the grand entrance, willing it to swing open and reveal her. Suddenly, a hush fell over the crowd, and all eyes turned towards the entrance. There, framed by the doorway, stood Arabella, resplendent in a gown of shimmering emerald silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant chignon, revealing the long, dainty column of her neck. She held a single red rose in one hand, its thorns glinting in the candlelight.

Vronsky's heart skipped a beat as he saw her, and he felt a surge of relief wash over him. She had come. She had accepted his invitation. With a graceful smile, she glided across the ballroom, her eyes never leaving his. As she drew closer, he could see the love and devotion reflected in her gaze, and he knew that she felt it too. They met in the center of the room, and without a word, they began to dance.

The music seemed to fade into the background as they moved together, their bodies in perfect sync. Their hands entwined, their fingers interlaced, and Vronsky felt as though he had found his anchor in the world once more. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, and the sensation was intoxicating. She leaned into him, her cheek resting against his shoulder, and he could feel her breath hot against his skin.

The other dancers seemed to fade away, leaving them alone in their own private universe. Time itself seemed to lose all meaning as they moved together, lost in the music and in each other. Their every touch was electric, every movement full of promise and passion. They danced until the orchestra had finished its final song, until the ballroom was empty and the candles had all burned down to stubs.

Finally, with a deep sigh, Vronsky lowered Arabella back onto the parquet floor and stepped back, his heart racing. She looked up at him with a mixture of exhaustion and contentment, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and the heat of their embrace. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "That was... that was perfect."

He smiled down at her, his eyes taking in every detail of her face. Her lips were still slightly parted, her eyes shining with a mix of passion and desire. "I love you," he murmured, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. "You are my world, my reason for living."

Their gazes locked, and for a moment, they stood there, lost in each other. Then, slowly, Vronsky bent down and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was tender at first, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths, before growing more passionate. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and he could feel her respond to his touch, her hips grinding against his.

With a groan, he swept her up into his arms, carrying her across the ballroom and into his private chambers. The candles flickered against the walls, casting soft shadows as he laid her down on the bed. She arched her back as he trailed his fingers down her neck and over her breasts, helpless and full of desire at the same time.

Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as they tore off each other's clothes. Vronsky kicked off his shoes and shucked out of his trousers, revealing his aroused length. He positioned himself between her legs, feeling her hot, wet folds against his skin. With a growl, he pushed forward, burying himself inside her. She cried out in pleasure, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, driving deep inside her with each thrust.

Her body arched off the bed, meeting his each stroke with a grinding of their hips. Their sweat-slick skin slapped together in a rhythm that grew faster and more frenzied. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, and the candlelight flickered against the walls, casting shadows that danced across their entwined forms.

As they moved together, lost in the intensity of their passion, Vronsky felt a building pressure deep within him. His thrusts became more urgent, more desperate, as he struggled to find release. He felt her body tense beneath him, her muscles clenching tight around him, and with a hoarse cry, she shuddered violently in his arms. Her inner walls gripped him tight, and he felt himself spill inside her, his climax overwhelming him in a wave of pleasure.

He collapsed on top of her, their sweat-slick bodies sticking together, his weight pinning her down. For a moment, they lay there, catching their breath, their hearts racing. Then, slowly, Vronsky rolled off of her, their entwined limbs separating with reluctance. He looked down at Arabella, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving, and felt a surge of love and possession course through him.

"You are my everything," he murmured, trailing his fingers down her stomach and over her hip. "My reason for living, my reason for breathing. No matter what happens, I will always be yours."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at him. "And I will always be yours," she whispered, her voice still husky from their passion. "Forever."

Vronsky felt a shiver of possessiveness run down his spine at her words. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, and breathed in the sweet, feminine scent that clung to her skin. "You are mine, and I will never let you go," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "No one else will ever have you."

Their eyes locked, and he could see the heat of desire burning in her gaze. She reached up, tracing a finger down the line of his jaw, her touch sending shivers through his body. "I belong to you, Alexei" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I always have, and I always will."

[lizzxoxo]

WE NEED MORE ATJ FANFICS YALL😭 I LITERALLY KEEP SEARCHING EVERYWHERE,HERE,AO3,WATTPAD,I CANT FIND ANYTHING JUST SOME OLD FICS THAT IVE ALREADY READ LIKE 100 TIMEEEES😭😭

[selarina]

I love you so (I'll eat you whole)

→ Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Two individuals caught in a repetitive cycle of phone calls and conversations, each blaming the other for their constant and inescapable interaction.

Or as Tom Wambsgans once said, "I love you but you kill me, and I kill you.

Content Warning: Toxic Relationship, Rough Sex, Heavy Angst, Dubious Consent, Swearing, Emotional Hurt, Allusions to Substance Abuse, Jealousy, Smut, Mentions of Cheating, Power Dynamics, Spit Kink, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Post-Break Up, Dom Kuroo Tetsurou, Switch Kuroo Tetsurou, Switch Reader, Crying, Dacryphilia, Unresolved Emotional Turmoil, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.3k words

Author's Note: This is possibly the most toxic, and filthy thing I have written. And will likely be the last. Enjoy.

Read on AO3

"If anything this is your fucking fault."

"What the fuck? You're the one who called me," you say, and it irritates him how you can be this nonchalant. How he's the one up and carding his hand through his hair and you're just sitting, your hands and mind focused on a fucking cigarette.

"You fucking picked up. Yo—You could have just not."

You turn, your brows cinched, your eyes seething and it almost makes him happy, and that thought alone is enough to make him feel a bit sick. 

"You are the one who called me," you say, accentuating every single word of that sentence.

"You always pick up. You could just not," he's repeating what he said and he thinks he could repeat it a thousand times and you still wouldn't understand.

"You're the one who's always calling. I do — Just stop."

Maybe he should, he thinks but it’s a fleeting thought. "I can't, and you know it," he says, his voice soft and a bit hoarse.

He sits down on the bed now, too tired to keep standing through this. His hand runs through his hair, he thinks anymore of this and he'll go bald — by stress or through pure frustration.

"You know it," he says, his voice comes out softer this time and you can tell he's tired. 

He looks up to you, and he can tell you're tired. Tired of him trying to fix this, whatever you two would call it, but not tired enough to end it on your own. He supposes that in a way he's nothing but a hypocrite — how can he expect this from you when he won't do it himself?

Your hands come up, the cigarette finally abandoned and your fingers run through his hair, and it reminds him of the last summer before college started. Your hands would card through his, just like this. You were gentler back then, treating him like a delicate doll, now you card through his hair like he's yours, still a doll but fervently yours through time.

"I know," you say, your voice comes off hushed. "I know, baby."

And just like that he sinks. Into your shoulder, and into your life. Once again. All over again.

He smiles as his hands loop around your naked waist. You flinch ever so slightly at his cold hand, and just for a moment he thinks that maybe he should take his hands off, find his discarded shirt, and his car keys, and never return.

But then he thinks of how it feels to sink into you like this, like he could fit all of himself right next to you. You're the missing piece of his puzzle. Or maybe he is yours, he can't tell anymore.

Your hands keep moving against his hair, back and forth, and back and forth. Sometimes it moves sideways, but it's been long enough for him to figure out a pattern so he nips at your neck, slowly but harshly, his teeth sink in as he pulls against your skin. 

You groan deeply, he feels it against the hand that sits on your waist. His hands tighten, he already knows that you won't pull away, but he can't help but pull you into him every single time because he knows this is fleeting, and he's grasping onto you while you're a dimly lit lantern that's waiting— no, palpitationing and aching to be set free.

Your hands are still gentle, even as he's pulling against your skin, you don't tighten into his hair. You never have, and so he kisses over the now visible bruise, and he's happy he can leave at least this on you. It makes him think that maybe all of this is not as fleeting as he thought. You carry the bruises for at least a week he realizes — all the love bites and the handprints.

He pulls back, his eyes narrow and you notice they're tinged with red, as though he cried but you know he didn't, you would've felt it. You look into your shoulders and still see no residual of tears.

His eyes stare back into yours when you look back up. They're muddled with a mix of frustration and just desire.

And for the first time today, your eyes show emotion. Other than pure fucking horniness, you feel love, it's a distant love, it's a love that doesn't exist but you feel it in this moment.

You draw yourself closer to him, and in one swift move, your lips are on his. You want to take this slow, like back in high school, when you treated each other with care and a brewing hint of fear, because you didn't want to break him and he didn't want to break you. 

You can't help but internally laugh at how you both have failed, so miserably at that.

You want to take it slow, but you fear Kuroo may have different plans. He starts nipping at your lips, and tries and tries to swallow you whole. You fight against it, but eventually, as always you give in, almost feeling blissful as you give in.

His arms bruise against your hip as he pulls you onto his lap, your thighs lodging themselves onto his thigh. 

You pull back, "Are you in love with her?"

This time he really laughs, "Like you'd ever let me." 

"I'm not stopping you," you say. Almost offended, but mostly relieved. You're really not stopping him.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what to say, you aren't stopping him. In fact, the last time he called you, freshly broken up with his girlfriend, all because she knew — she knew you were the only one for his fucked up self, and she left. You told him to go back, to apologize, to make things right and he begged to stay, to sink into your arms, and you let him because you could try to hide it all you want but his eyes could convince you to do anything for him if you didn't look away, and that night he held your face in place, and there was nowhere else to look.

"I could never. I would never not love you. Fuck, I'm so in love with you it's driving me insane," he groans, and he means it.

You softly whimper at his confession and slowly melt in his arms, arms going around his shoulders as you hug him flush. He kisses the crevice of your neck, as his hands trace down back to your waist.

He puts a soft pressure that's enough to encourage you to do more. You move against him, softly but with each grind, he puts more force into it, and it has you whimpering into his neck.

"I hated that you started seeing her. I hated that she thinks she has the right to touch you" You moan.

"Yeah, baby? How much?" He groans too, because your moving knee is moving against his crotch.

"So much," you moan, the jealous fury consumes you, and consequently consumes him. You remember how she hung onto him in their latest Instagram picture and you pull your hands in tighter around his shoulders. 

You find solace in the fact that it's deleted. Gone. And the thought of that makes you sick. Somewhere down there, you know you're a terrible person. But also, somewhere down there, you feel like a teenage girl. Like the same teenage girl that met and fell for Tetsurou and all his odd charm, the same teenage girl that just won't let go, and you've long since known what happens to teenage girls in an adult world.

And then you pull back, and his eyes look up, a bit frantic, as his hands soften. He looks into your eyes, seeing if you want to back away, maybe this is the one time the two of you back away from each other.

But you've been here, and you've thought this one too many times to believe it, so you smile and push him back against the bed, with no force at all, but he knows as much to comply.

You don't waste much time, you pull his pants down, along with his underwear as your hands start moving up and down his cock. 

He groans, "Baby, please. Can you—" He's cut off by another groan as his hand comes to hide his face with his forearms.

You stop all at once, and he wants to die. You lean down, one hand still stroking his cock, and the other coming up. You take his hand covering his face and pull it above him, and he looks at your face, and you think you'll never see devotion like this, not from any man, not from any disciple to their God.

You don't hide your smile, it's anything but triumphant, it's sad really. Because you'll never find this anywhere else, not even with him, no matter how much you try and try again. He's not the same as you once were.

You move your hand away, cruelty on your part, as you fiddle with your bra instead as he lies in front of you, helpless as he watches and pleads with his eyes. It almost makes you want to never give in like you should get up instead, take your carefully folded clothes against the chair, and put your clothes on as you tell him to leave before you come back from your cigarette run.

But you don't, instead your bra snaps apart and you give in completely, no turning back after this.

But you didn't look down at him through all this, and somewhere in between your contemplation and fiddling. Kuroo Tetsurou decided that he's had enough of this. He wants—no, he needs more. He's strung up and he's never been more close to bursting through the streams.

And so he reaches for your waist as soon as your bra snaps apart. Your breasts barely get a second to breathe before he's coming up and lifting you off the bed and off of him, depositing you knees-first onto the cold tile of your room. 

You look up, ready to snap at him but you look up and he's standing. His cock hovering right above your face. Hard.

He gives you no warning before he smacks the meat of your cheek with his cock. A few heavy smacks hit your lips. The message is clear now as you part your lips, finally fully completely, and ardently giving into him. 

As your mouth encloses his cock, trying and trying to reach the hilt of his pubes. He realizes he has missed this the most out of all things. He has missed a show of devotion from you, something stronger than a mere Instagram caption. Something as vile as this — you choking on his cock while still looking at him starry-eyed, and for a second he could fool himself into believing it's all okay. Like you love him as you always have, and the worst part is, you think you do, you think it is he who has changed.

He doesn't get to dwell on this, not when you're like this. You may be on the floor, but with you, like this, he feels so much beneath you in the basest way describable. 

You pull away, your eyes teary and your lips swollen. "Come for me," you say, your voice hoarse but still commanding, and who was he to deny your command? So, like a mere disciple, he comes.

He's catching his breath as he looks down, holding his heavy cock in one hand.

His hands come to your lips, knowing you have swallowed. You never do, not until you show him. Your mouth opens up, and he bends and spits into your mouth. 

His hands come to the side of your cheeks as he slaps twice consecutively. And then you swallow.

Seconds pass and the two remain as you are, trying to regain your breath. His hands come to wipe your tears, as his palm comes to caress your cheek and for the first time in 5 years, you softly lean into it. 

Tetsurou thinks he could cry, so he comes down to you, sits face to face, and says, "I love you. So much." 

There are tears, they haven't flown yet but you see it in his eyes and you hate it. You look away, but his hands come to bring your eyes back to him, he starts leaning in for a kiss, slowly this time like you wanted.

He softly nips against your lower lip, with no force this time. Taking his time as he moves his hand across your waist, and through your hair. 

Your hair, though, is tangled and stops his hands in your hair and when he pulls, it pulls your head down with his hand. 

"Fucking — Ouch!" You hit his hand away, as your hand comes to soothe your scalp.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He says, sincerely but then he starts chuckling.

You frown, but can't help but smile when you see the soft dents in his cheeks. You think they're less defined now, back in high school, they were like craters of the moon, hollow enough to hold water, you would tease. Now you think it would spill right out, holding perhaps two drops at most.

"Are you still seeing him?" He says, but he's sheepish and he looks away. He asked you this last time, actually — he threatened you to keep seeing him, as he kept fucking you that night — he told you to see him, that he would never compare. 

Only Tetsurou knows they were empty words, from an empty man. 

"Yeah," you say. But it barely matters to you, or the "him" Tetsurou is so worried about. "He" is your friend before he's your... well, more than friends, less than lovers, whatever you may call that. 

"Didn't take you for one to cheat," Kuroo says before he could stop himself.

"I would never," you say, a sudden surge of anger emerging, fighting against your weariness. "You know I would not," you say.

He does. You think you would break up with the person and go ahead and fuck them far before you would cheat on them. Kuroo thinks you're lovely and cruel like that, but mostly lovely.

You know you would only do that because you hated the burden of one's pain, the guilt of causing that pain. You've seen how it tore your family apart, no matter how much they tried. You groan internally, no point in picking at closed wounds.

"He's not my boyfriend, Kuroo," you say.

"You told me he was," he says, his brows cinching. 

"I never did," you say. He pauses and laughs cynically. Well, you're always careful with what you say and show, aren't you? 

"You never told me he wasn't either," he says.

"Makes no difference," you say.

"Yeah," he agrees. He came here, thinking you had a boyfriend. You let him in, knowing he had broken up with his girlfriend a while ago. You must be a better person, right? 

Looking into your eyes, he can't help but feel the need to disagree. You're kind and you're cruel, all at the same time somehow. But he's no less, so he forgoes the guilt in almost a swift minute, as he pulls you by your legs as lays you down on the cold floor.

You hiss as your back hits the floor. Kuroo's hand sweeps both of yours as he pulls it up above your head.

"Don't see him," he says. "I don't—" he pauses before he sighs. "Don't see him," he can't help but just repeat what he said.

"I'll consider it," you say. 

You won't, you decide at that moment. You'll leave Kuroo and you'll continue fucking your friend, and this will all be over because one day you'll wake up as a brand new person, and you'll find that you have the ability to love someone other than Kuroo Tetsurou.

You think he sees right through all of this as he starts removing your underwear, which soon after, joins his pile of clothes lying idle on the floor.

His hands cup your cunt, and his middle finger toying with your sore clit. You hiss, and he notices. He hasn't fucked you since he last saw you 2 months ago, so he knows. He knows. He thinks back to the clothes of men he saw, the ones you were folding away as you had just finished drying them when he arrived. You insisted that you will finish folding and placing them first. Not wanting to delay fucking you any further, he complied. Maybe he was too lost in his desire to get you like this, eyes half-lidded with tiredness and desire, but he missed the slew of clothing items that seemed like they belonged to a man.

The shift in his eyes with the newfound presence of iciness in his eyes starts getting to you, as you shrivel in, and start moving as his continued pressure builds.

You try to go quiet, without the support of your hands, as you notice you're the only one making noise. He's just looking at you, not a single word coming from his mouth. 

His fingers slip in, and he pumps in and out as you struggle more and more to keep quiet, and somewhere in between you give up. Moaning loud enough to know you might get a frustrating call from your neighbor.

He doesn't let you come though, and you don't know if this is comeuppance for not making him come before, or if this is frustration with your friend who's been getting the privilege to fuck you into your mattress all the while Tetsurou continued to drown himself in alcohol. 

He stops his ministrations, moving back, facing your open legs on his knees. He pulls your leg apart, lining his cock with your hole, Kuroo let out a breath as he slowly pushes himself in. 

It's not a tough fit, what with you already dripping all over yourself for him. 

Those first few seconds always felt so fucking good, blowing his mind each time, and before you could even take the warning, he dragged his cock almost fully out of you and then pushed back in, quickly and harshly. 

After a few quick and intense thrusts, he picked up a brutal pace, forcing her to take him as deep as possible each time, and each time he moved out and back in, you moaned louder, tears dripping out of your eyes as he watched you in your basest form. He thinks he's never loved you more, knowing he couldn't be more wrong.

“Was he as good as me, baby?” Kuroo growls, to cover up the fact that it's a plea. He needs to know. It would kill him if he doesn't hear it from you, he thinks.

He continues fucking into you so harshly that you kept scooting further up the floor. “Tell me, baby. Please."

You look into his eyes, and worry when you see your watery eyes, match his own.

"No one," you moan. "No one is as good as you." 

He thinks he can finally breathe now. "Good girl," he says, a soft smile on his face, his pace slows down as he bends down to kiss your forehead.

You can't help but smile, just a little.

He comes back up and picks up his pace. He thinks that he could do anything to you right now, and you would accept it like the good girl you were. 

His girl, he can't help but think wistfully.

He bends down again and starts kissing you, softly and harshly all at once, before he comes into you.

You don't let him go, even when he's done, and lying next to you on the cold floor. His eyes flit to the discarded clothes. He doesn't want to, but he thinks he should reach for them. See how you would react, and think of what happens from there but as he moves he finds his hand held softly in your grip. He could get out of it, and you know that. 

He grips your hand. He understands. 

[jzzminex]

he’s so pretty

[umnitsa]

I am not sober right now, so indulge me...

Headcanons for kink: Alexei Shostakov (Black Widow), Jim Hopper (Stranger Things), Santa (Violent Night)

Alexei

He isn't the most sophisticated partner. XD But he is eager and curious, and he will try anything you bring to him. He doesn't really like using rope or other restraints, because he is fully capable of restraining you with his massive body. He will spank you but will giggle like a schoolgirl through the whole process, from sheer giddiness. He will shift to a fully serious, hair-pulling growling dom if you disrespect him though (isn't that the game?)

He loves the idea of roleplaying, but he is so cheesy doing it you WILL feel you're in a 70's porno. It is hot and fun in its own way.

He's mostly a soft dom who loves the idea of using you for his fun. And his fun is making you come again and again. It makes him feel powerful.

He really, really wants to please. So if you praise him, he will be a babbling mess and will become putty in your hands. Use it well, it's the only way you're gonna ride him because he loves restraining you with his body. He doesn't really understand daddy kink, but it's ok if you call him daddy. He does have a size kink, with everyone being smaller than him, but I bet he would pop a boner if you were his own size or bigger (it would be a delightful surprise for him).

Hopper

I can see Big Jim as vanilla as it comes. Mostly because he thinks most things are distractions. He just wants to devour you.

Ok, not so vanilla, he really really likes to spank you.

Well, he also loves manhandling you.

And he loves you on your knees, looking at him with big eyes.

But that is just him! If you bring him the idea of domination and submission, he won't understand how it relates to him. He's absolutely oblivious.

Big Jim has basically two modes. Classic!dom, who will spank you, growl orders, fuck you hard, pull your hair, make you beg for an orgasm. And Service!dom, who will cover you in soft praise, eat you up and finger you for hours, who will suck on your nipples as he rubs your clit gently, make you beg for him to stop and just fuck you already, you're so overstimulated.

Even when you take charge, he has this look of control over things, he smiles at you as if he's indulging you in good nature. He thought it was very cute when you handcuffed him that time.

Calling him daddy is a no-no. He's a bit sensitive. But if you call him sir, or chief in a sexual way... You'll get a raise.

Santa

That is a dirty old man as I have ever seen one. That man is kinky as fuck and nothing you say can make me think differently. He's very respectable, a good man, but he will pop a boner if you call him Father Christmas in a sexual way. He has a daddy kink and it's a severe one.

He is a flirty menace and will talk you into an orgasm. He is incredibly vocal, grunts, moans, and dirty talking. Sweet praise and playful degradation so you don't forget how naughty you really are. He will make you admit to every desire, to admit that you love what he does to you, out loud.

Oh, and he is there to realize all your fantasies, the best he can. If you want it, he will try it at least once. He will judge you? Yes. He will probably mock you playfully a little bit. In a dirty way. The dirtiest. Just so you don't forget you're naughty.

You will be tied up in red ribbons, some day.

He loves when you decide to please him. Santa loves to rest against the pillows and just watch you play with his body. Between grunts and soft moans, he will praise you, his hands gently petting and squeezing you in turns.

[nutzgunray-lvt]

Alexei "Smirnoff" NSFW Alphabet

Now, here's Alexei's! @charmin-lil-russian has turned me on to how great of a character Alexei is, and tbh, a lot of what I write about him has me shocked at how debauched it can be.

As always, I can't take credit for all of these headcanons.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He gets really cuddly with you, and will stay inside of you as long as possible until he needs to pull out and get you both cleaned up. He’ll gently scratch up and down your back, and he especially loves it when you run your fingers through his hair and tell him how great of a job he did.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Honestly, I think his cheekbones and his hair. He loves how curls really make him look younger, but his cheekbones give him a striking profile, making a really nice dissonance that works really well in his opinion.

While he loves absolutely everything about you, he’s a boob guy. If you wear anything low-cut, he’ll forget your eyes are up there. You’re making out? He’s squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples? He’s feeling particularly submissive? He’s sucking on your nipples. If your boobs allow for it, he’s fucking your cleavage.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Really likes to cum inside of you, but absolutely loves cumming on your boobs. Every time he does it, he’s seeing stars and will get aroused all over again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Really really wants you both to do sexual things in public. When you both started dating, it lowkey made him incredibly ashamed how he got off on the idea of you messing with cock under the dinner table, you sucking him off in the car or at the movie theater, or you and him quite literally fucking in the bushes. Once he found out you matched his freak and didn’t think he was a disgusting weirdo for it, he’s had some of his biggest orgasms this way. Overall, though, all of his kinks were his dirty secret before he either shyly asked to try them out or you figured them out.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Given the long hours and secretive nature of his job and how hard he had to grind to get his degree, he’s not terribly experienced. That isn’t to say he’s an awkward walking disaster when it comes to dating or sex. He’s all about communication, so him asking you if certain things are okay, how gentle he needs to be honestly makes him an incredibly attentive lover.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. He loves seeing you in control, and he gets a really nice view of your boobs bouncing as you ride him. When things get really intense, he loves pulling you down to hug you close to him.

Spooning. He really loves the intimacy of it, especially when you both make out as he slowly thrusts in and out of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As a sub, he really loves it when you tease him over how needy he’s being, what a pretty little boy he is, or when you make him beg to be able to cum or be inside of you. It riles him up in a way that has him shaking.

As a dom, he loves turning the tables onto you, playing innocent with your reactions. He pulls up your dress or skirt to play with your ass? “Oh, that must have been the wind.” He pulls down the front of your dress to play with your boobs? “I think you need to get a new dress, darling. It just fell out of nowhere!” He’s on top of you and just barely thrusting in and out of you? “I don’t think you’re begging hard enough for me. Why don’t you say please?”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Honestly, he doesn’t have too much hair down there, so he doesn’t see the need to shave or trim it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s such a sweetheart throughout. Nothing gets him going more than burying his face in your neck or your hair, feeling you up all over, and whispering how much he loves you as you two go at it. He also really loves to just hold your face and touch his forehead to yours as he goes slowly and sensually.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

My boy was going at least 2-3 times a week before meeting you. The stress of his job and studies had him incredibly sexually frustrated, and even after he met you, he still did it at least 1-2 times a week before he finally told you about all the things he fantasized about doing in the bedroom. Now, he’ll only do it if you’re too tired or sick to have sex, and even then, you’ll usually finish him off via a handjob.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He may be in denial about it initially, but Alexei is a bit of a freak.

Exhibitionism. He’s more into it when he’s domming, but he absolutely loves doing things in public with you - anything from feeling you up to outright sex. He practically turns into a horny teenager, and he has the cheekiest smile the whole time.

Mommy kink. The idea of calling you Mommy or Mama has him weak in the knees. Having you take the reins for him has him feeling warm and safe, a marked contrast from the stress of his top-secret work and eventual defection.

Panty kink. Wearing your panties has him feeling especially submissive, particularly when you coo to him about how pretty he is in them. If you have him wear a pair on a date, he’ll be all over you like velcro. Give him his own stash, and he’s leaking in his pants (he’s partial to lace or anything red).

Lactation/Breast Play. One of his absolute favorite things to do is bury his face in your breasts and suckle on your nipples while you play with his cock, occasionally surfacing to pull you in for a kiss. It turns his brain into absolute mush and has him cumming so hard it takes his breath away.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, anywhere and everywhere when he’s horny enough. While subby, he wants to keep the actual sex at home, but he’s not picky about where in the house you do it: the couch, the Lazyboy, the bedroom, the dinner table.

As a dom, pretty much anywhere you both won’t get caught: the backyard, a hidden clearing, the side of the road. He’s also partial to the bed, but only if he’s on top.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in anything that shows off your chest, especially if you tease him and say, “No no, baby. Mama’s eyes are up here.” Along those lines, calling yourself Mama and assuring him that you’ll take care of everything has him being putty in your hands.

As a dom, he loves it when you instigate things in public, letting the tension build up and up until he can’t keep his hands off of you. He loves seeing the surprise on your face when he takes control and your begging is music to his ears.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s really not into any ass play. It’s overstimulating to the point of being painful (not in the enjoyable way) to him.

When he’s in a domming mood, anything that will outright hurt you or leave a mark. He’ll be beside himself if he actually hurts you for real.

Across the board, non-monogamy. The idea of a third person in the bedroom sends him into a jealous, panicking mess.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

If he could live with his head in between your legs, he would do so happily. He takes his sweet time with you, kissing down your stomach, softly biting up and down your inner thighs, blowing on your pussy before going for it.

With receiving it, he also loves it being done slowly, with a lot of licking and kissing. A niche kink of his is wearing lace panties and having you mouth all over his cock without actually pulling them down and sucking it off. He loves how the lace rubs against his hypersensitive skin.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual all the way. He’s always conscious about accidentally hurting you, and call him a hopeless romantic, but he wants to savor sex with you for as long as he can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan of them. If you both are insatiably horny before work or before you have a place to be, expect to call in sick or have “something urgent” come up so you can spend the next hour or so in the bedroom.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes and no. Even with you helping him to embrace his kinkier side, he prefers to stick with what he likes best. He still feels a little ashamed for getting off to pretty niche things, so he usually remains opposed to trying new things, because it just adds to the whole “I’m such a weirdo” feeling.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two rounds max for an hour each. If he’s particularly riled up, only twenty to thirty minutes at most.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Tying in with his mixed feelings about his sexuality, he doesn’t really do toys. At the absolute most, he’ll do some rope and a blindfold, maybe handcuffs, but nothing more risque than that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is his bread and butter, both as a sub and a dom and both physically and verbally. If he’s not touching all over you, he’s whispering to you about all of the things you’ll do once you’re alone. He also particularly loves it when you turn the teasing onto him: showing off your cleavage, flashing him with a nipple, and if he’s wearing panties, gripping his bulge and whispering how he must feel in them.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty loud. He’ll whimper, moan, and the closer he is to finishing, the more dirty talk he does. Mostly, it’s begging you to please let him cum, he’s being so good, Mama please! As a dom, it’s all praises and letting you know that you’re doing so good that he’s going to cum all over you and show everyone that you’re his.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Though he’s mainly a sub, he’s actually a switch! Sometimes, a sort of alter ego that you call Frisky Alexei will take over, and for once, it’s him taking the reins, and he does a pretty damn good job at it too. He definitely is a very gentle dom, all about soft reprimands and gentle redirections. “Baby, you’re over my knee because you need a reminder of how to be a good girl. You’re doing so well, just a few more spankings, okay?”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7 inches, circumcised. No matter how many times you both have had penetrative sex, he enters you slowly, asking you if he’s hurting you? Does he need to stop?

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, high, high. You both at minimum are going at it every other day. After meeting you and having you be so accepting of his desires, his hand and his mind simply won’t cut it anymore. You’re so beautiful and amazing that it has him ready to pounce on you the minute both of you are home from work.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He gets pretty sleepy soon afterwards, but he waits until you both have cuddled and had some pillow talk before actually going to sleep. The anxious part of him is secretly terrified that once he wakes up, all of this will have been a dream, and he’ll be all alone again.

[reddevilmcnt]

muse: alexei [ 40s, firefighter ] open to: m only pls! muses of color to the front thank youuu. plot: more valentine's day fluff! your muse went on a failed date just to come home to alexei passed out on their couch after a rough shift.

It's the loud, unceremonious slam of the front door that rattles the walls, startling him awake. His head full of dark messy curls jerks up from the plush couch pillow, elegantly long lashes blinking against the fog of sleep. And, for a moment, he’s disoriented, groggy, and forgets that he's even in someone else's home. That bone-deep exhaustion from yet another arduous shift had driven him straight to his buddy's home, apparently to crash without grace or apology. Valentine’s Day. Right. The exact date comes crawling back into reluctant awareness as he mops a hand down his face and grizzled beard, yawning through stiff limbs. He’d dodged the whole catastrophe by clocking into overtime, avoiding the minefield of romance entirely. Not that Alexei wasn't a whole hopeless romantic wrapped in a teddy bear build, but well... his last ex had left him perfectly content to committing to only bachelorhood. Stretching, he pushes to his feet, trailing after the sound of movement. "Sooo," he mutters, still a bit half-asleep as his large shoulder catches the doorframe, "how was it? We like this one, or just another asshole?"

[burnishedrebel]

Open Starter

Alexei Calvet - 36, heterosexual, ballerino

Plot: Alexei is the guest life model at your muse’s art class. After the session is complete, Alexei notices your muse lingering behind. Your muse can be already known to Alexei or a relative stranger. 

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“Have you lost something, or are you just trying to get another good look at me?” Alexei mused, the words dripping from him as he slowly pulled on his sweatpants. After an hour of lying naked for a dozen amateur artists to sketch, Alexei had observed the figure before him more than anyone else. Primal instinct drew Alexei their way, his gut signalling their attraction burned bright and deep inside them. The fact they were the last to leave just reinforced his theory.

After their response to his question, Alexei smirked and chuckled. “Why don’t we get a drink?” he posited, steering the conversation in the direction he wanted. “I know the rest of them went to the pub, but we could go somewhere quieter…” he added, his Russo-French tones pronounced. 

[voxmortuus]

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Yandere!Count Vronsky x F!Reader!Wife ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Anna Karenina ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 3.6k ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ This was given to me by the lovely @bettytaylorversion || Okay, okay I'm lately obsessed with yandere Count Vronsky, so how about yan Vronsky suspecting that his wife is seeing someone or like in love with someone and it doesn't help when his mother keeps feeding his suspicions so he ends up locking the wife/reader up in their house in countryside/ another country house where no one can reach them and where he makes sure his beloved wife knows exactly how much he loves her. ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Dead Dove Do Not Eat | Yandere Count | Possessive Count | Aggressive Count | Stalker Count | Demanding Count | Accusations of Cheating | Toxic Mother | False ideas | False Suspicions from mother | Toxic Marriage? | Isolation of Reader | Slapping | Pushing or Shoving | Yelling | Slamming doors | Gripping readers throat | Passionate making out | Throwing reader on bed | Stripping reader | Unprotected PiV | Aggressive sex | Reader fights a bit but stops fighting | Dub-Con? | insinuated Cream Pie | Crying Reader | Fluff | Reader questions if she loves him at the end | Relationship conflictions | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I've been wanting to write for him for a long while! Thank you love for this request! I hope this is along the lines of what you were hoping for... Sorry if it doesn't hit exactly what you're looking for but I tried!!! Anywho.... I hope this brings you some joy. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ TIME PASSER DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @voxmortuus ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @peachyspaceslvt ✧*̥˚ ATJ TAGLIST: *̥˚✧ @earth-elemental18 @nyxvuxoa-writes ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

It was this gnawing feeling, this feeling of dread, sorrow, a pain in his gut he couldn't shake. Watching you go as he leaned against the window frame, he knew where you were going. He knew, he just had this gut feeling that he couldn't quite shake. It ate at his heart, it ate at his brain, it was like these cogs and wheels working, but not in a way of rationality. His thoughts were completely irrational. Looking out that window as your carriage vanished into the thick fog of the dawn, he felt so lost, so angry. He wasn't happy, and not happy may be quite an understatement.

Placing a hand-rolled cigarette between his lips he grabbed a match from the fireplace and lit it. The smoke bellowed above, tossing the match into the fire he turned to see his mother sitting at the table.

"She does not have love for you anymore, Alexei." She stated. Her tone appeared caring, honest, maybe even having pity, but it was just because she didn't like you.

"She must love me. That is my wife, she must." He stated he didn't seem demanding about it, he seemed sad, heartbroken even.

"But she does not. She will never love you as she loves him. What married woman is happy with her husband? She has grown bored of you. Had she not she would not go to him as she does." She points out.

His heart, if it was a glass a cat had pushed off the counter it would have shattered. He only hoped that you were as enraptured by him as he was about you. He looked up at the wall, the painting of you seemed to be watching. He closed his stormy blue eyes and looked back at his mother.

"She does love me. I know it to be true. You speak lies, like a snake in the garden." He snapped and walked to the table and had taken a sip from the slightly sweetened tea he had poured only moments before your leaving. Sitting there he tapped his smoke against a small crystal ashtray and his mind became overrun, thinking of everything his mother had stated. Thinking of those possibilities. What were you doing? Were you spreading your legs for him? Was he satisfying you? Were you unhappy with him? Did you not love him? Did you grow bored of him? He rubbed his lip a moment as he took another drag before looking at his mother.

"When she comes home, I will settle this." He stated. Taking the cup and his almost-gone smoke and had vanished to the bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed after putting the cup on the bedside table and looks over your side of the bed. It was too much, these feelings he had, it was like they were just bubbling up, ready to overflow and put out the fire that kept the pot lit. Feeling the stinging in his nose from the slight anger he ran his hand through his curly blonde locks and his jaw clenched as he put his smoke out in the ashtray and grabbed his clothes for getting dressed before he slammed the bedroom door.

His mother had heard the slam and had made her way to the room. Letting herself in she looked over him and sighed. "I just want what is best for you."

"I said I would take care of it. I do not need your help. She is my wife, not yours." He sort of snapped.

"You are right, she is your wife. And your wife is off with another man, spreading her legs and enjoying her time away from you. So how are you going to handle that Alexei?" She asked.

"I will take her away from here. I will take her far away from everyone. Including you." He snapped. "Now if you do not mind, I am getting dressed. Go find something else to bother." He snarled slightly as he escorted her out of the doorway and closed and locked the bedroom door.

Looking out the bedroom window and looking over the garden, he watched the flowers bob from the heaviness of the heads that were filled with the morning dew. It was something so simple, and yet even looking at their beauty, he saw you, he saw your smile, your smooth skin, your curves, he saw how your hair fell, that glow in your eyes when you were happy. You had to love him, why was he questioning it? Why was he standing there, looking out on those flowers questioning if you loved him?! With a clenched jaw and a knitted brow, he threw open the closet door and grabbed his attire for the day.

After fastening the last button on his coat, he makes his way back to the kitchen- it's like he doesn't want to acknowledge the other parts of the home without you here. Feeling lost, and one track minded. He didn't like that you were gone, it loomed over him like a dark cloud heavy with rain looms over the dirt countryside roads. He needed to know where you were going. He needed to know what you were doing. He needed to know what you were saying. Were you tired of him? Were you unhappy? It just gnawed at him like a beaver gnawing on a log.

Why was this even a feather of a thought? It's not that he didn't want you to have friends, it's just, why did they have to be male friends? And even then, it wasn't the idea of male friends that bothered him, it was the embedded, plated thoughts from the snake in the garden that made him believe that you were unhappy, that you were not in love with him any longer, that you were looking for a way out of this relationship. Well, that was going to be nipped in the bud right away. There was going to be no second-guessing it, not after this.

He decided to gather himself a little more and decided to head out to find you. He had these questions that needed answers. He turned to look at his mother who was still there. "Watch the house while I am away. We will be gone for a while." He states. His mother went to speak but before she could retort with a comment he was out the door and off to the stables.

After a few hours of looking and getting a general idea of where you were he stopped, getting off the carriage he approached, standing a good distance behind as you stood there, talking to another man. Oh, this did not sit well with him, but he watched and observed. With a lick of his lips and a look of heartache, as you touched the other man's face, he couldn't help but feel that slithering snake of a mother of his was right.

The more he watched, the more you laughed, the closer this man seemed to be getting to you, and the more it climbed up him like ivy claiming lattice fencing. This green envious monster coils around his every nerve, his nostrils flair as he walks toward you and clears his throat, but you don't pay much attention until he grabs your arm and pulls you to him.

You gasp and look over his face. "My Love, what are you doing here?" You ask him.

"I could ask you the very same." He states. His stare was cold, his stare pained, and his stare… it bore into you like a hot glue gun into plastic.

"I am just out with a friend, we do this every week. It means nothing." You state honestly.

"Does it? Does it really mean nothing? You were touching his face, and laughing with him like you do with me. Do I not make you happy anymore? Have you grown bored and weary of me?" He asks you with a small shake in his voice almost as if holding back tears.

"Of course you make me happy, why would you ask such a thing?" you respond back looking into his stormy blue hues.

His jaw clenches and he looks at your friend and back to you. "We are leaving." He states as if dismissing you from your date with your male friend.

"What? No. Alexei, no." you stated.

"I do not know him, nor do I like how you were touching him, we are going somewhere. You'll like it. Get in." he states and gestures to the carriage.

"Alexei, no." You state firmly.

He clenches his jaw and looks over you. "Do not make me put you in there myself. Now. Be a good wife, and get in the carriage." He snarls lowly.

Licking your lips you look over his face and let out a slight breath before getting into the carriage. Feeling the shake of the carriage from the door closing. Placing your hands in your lap you look down, studying them a moment before you close your eyes almost in defeat, and wonder where he is taking you. It was clear he wasn't taking you home. Why was he suddenly acting this way? What was it that made him feel like you were unhappy? You began to study yourself, you even began to question yourself. But why? His actions alone.

His actions just then made you question if this was really where you needed to be. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized that maybe he was seeing something you were not seeing. Were you really happier with your friend than you were with him? Was he not seeing how much you loved him? Were you really doing something bad? You turn back and look at him as he stops the carriage and climbs into the back of it with you as someone else takes over. Someone he had paid to drop you both off and take the carriage back to the house.

You sit there, in silence, and you study him, you study his face, his eyes, how his jaw twitches, how his brow knits, how his eyes seem to be full of sorrow, and maybe is that hate? You look down, and you think about all you've done, but you can't help but shake your head. You love this man, and he was blind to false things. Was there a way to fix it? Was there a way to get him to see that you love him just as much as he loves you?

"Where are we going? There is nothing for miles." You point out looking out the little window of the carriage door.

"We're going someplace secluded." He states.

"Secluded? Whatever for?" You ask with a slight bit of worry in your tone.

"Enough with the questions, you will see when we get there." He states, short in his tone.

You lick your lips and hike a brow before looking back down at your lap and letting out a slight sigh. You feel this could get problematic.

By the time you get to where you were going, the sun had already set and come back up. You look over his face as he offers to help you off the carriage. Your jaw clenches and you shake your head.

"Are you serious? Why are we here? We are days away from home at this rate Alexie." You point out.

HE shakes his head and looks at you and looks over the country home before looking back at you. "You will survive. This is for a reason."

"THIS IS ABSURD!" You scream. The only thing you cause to stir is birds out in the field. Your jaw clenches and you look over him shoving past him and heading toward the inside.

He sighs slightly and shakes his head, he isn't expecting you to understand. Rubbing his brow a moment he looks up at the gray skies and then over on the vast rolling fields of nothing. A small smile creeps across his face as he listens to the front door being slammed. Another soft sigh escapes his lips as he heads toward the house.

Upon walking in he looks around and spots you standing there in the living room. As he walks toward you to join you, you turn and look at him.

"What is all of this about?" You ask.

"You need to see how much love I have for you. I cannot do that back there." He stated honestly.

"So you isolate me?!" You raise your tone.

"Yes! It keeps you away from another man touching you!" He snaps.

"NO ONE ELSE IS TOUCHING ME!" You snap back.

"HOW DO I KNOW?!" He steps closer to you.

"No. You don't get to ask me that question! How do you not see that I love you!? I have always loved you!" You snarl as you step forward challenging him.

"Well, I suppose now you can show me just how much you love me as I show you how much I love you." He stated coldly.

"Don't be so pigeon-livered." You growl to yourself. "You're being a floozer Alexei. What has ever gotten into you?" You ask him.

"Are you really going to throw insults at me? Pigeon-livered? Floozer? Do not." He grips your arm and pulls you close. "Do not cross me."

You shove him and look over his face. "Or what?" You ask with a tightly knitted brow. "What are you going to do?"

Stretching his neck from left to right he licks his lips and his jaw clenched.

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!" You snapped.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" He snapped back. He began to pace. "All I ever do is shower you with love and attention, I do nothing but prove to you how much you mean to me. I make sure you always put your best forward. And you do this. Run off with another man doing god knows what." He states.

Crossing your arms over your chest you stare at him a moment and blink a few times. "Are you blinded by your own selfishness right now? Can you not see past your own nose? I am not laying with another man Alexei! I have never laid with another man!" you snap.

"HOW DO I KNOW THAT?!" He snaps. "How do I know that?" He asked you. A complete and utter look of defeat sprawled across his features.

Walking to him you slap him across the face. Not once, but twice. Reaching forward he grips your throat and moves you through the house. Kicking open a door he shoves you into the bedroom and starts to unbutton his jacket. Looking over you his eyes hungry. His snarl was fierce, his jaw clenched so hard you could hear the bones grinding and you could feel the flex of his jaw. You try to shove past him but that wasn't happening.

"What are you going to do rape me Alexei?" You ask.

He scoffed and looked over at you. "Do you think that little of me? Strip." He demands.

"No." You cross your arms. At this point, you were fighting him to fight, how far could you push?

"I said strip!" He demands again. Walking to you he spins you around and starts to untie your skirt.

Layer by layer you fight, until you are both stripped down to mere thin layers. Tears staining your face, you look over him and shake your head, a small thumping sound of your heart feeling like it was echoing in the room.

"All I have ever wanted was for you to love me. You have to love me, you must love me." He states. He steps closer to you, looking over you he grips your face and pulls you near. "You will love me. You will." He states firmly.

Scared at this point you cannot find your words. He presses his lips to yours and at first, you give in, you cave, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him deeply, lovingly, longing for that affection he wanted to give you, but then you start to push away, saddened by the fact that he couldn't believe you, that he had no trust in you.

"No…" You start to push away, but you didn't want him to at the same time, it was this conflicting feeling.

"Do not tell me no, you want this…" he points out as he listens to your breathing.

You have no means of responding.

"I'm not taking that as a no." he states.

You give him a cold stare, looking over his face, his lips press against yours and you shove him back, and he throws you to the bed. You bounce once before he climbs on top of you and looks you over. He tilts his head and looks over your face and takes your wrists and places them above your head and looks over your face intently.

You attempt to wiggle free but he hovers over you, his body pressed against yours. In one hand he has your hands gripped together, in the other hand hikes up your skirt, he looks over you, and he leans in and nips at your lips. Your breathing becomes heavier, and you close your eyes. Shaking your head you begin to breathe heavier. It felt good, his hands on you, it always felt good, but there was this sense of fight that also washed over you.

As his lips found your neck he kissed up your neck to your jaw, finding your lips. While you loved his affection, you were terrified. Literally scared of him.

"Get off of me." you demand.

"Let me show you. See how much I love you." He takes your hand and places it on his hard cock. "This is how much I love you." He states.

You pull your hand away and turn your head in another direction. His senses overwhelm him, and unable to control himself he groans softly as he presses himself against you. You turn your head away from him, maybe checking out, but at the same time ever so present in this moment. As he thrusts himself into you you take in a deep breath. A whimper leaves your lips as a groan leaves his.

Looking over you he observes your features as he turns your face to look at him, leaning in he kisses you again. And it was then you cave, just a little. Your lips pressed against his, your hand moved up his arms to his hair and you pull him closer. Your hips roll against his thrusts and you begin to whimper against his lips. The feeling of him against you was something you always loved. Truthfully you never questioned this man's love for you. But you were conflicted because of how he was coming at you. You didn't know if you should fight him, or cave to him a little more.

The more he thrusts the harder he becomes in his motions, the more you fight. But the more you fight, the more he growls, it was a conflicting feeling all over again and you aren't sure what to do, it was overwhelming. You push him away, shoving him but he pulls you closer.

Feeling your body flush against his you let out another soft whimper. You move your hands to his shoulders as you feel him thrust deeper into you, your moans escaping you were almost pained but yet pleasure-filled. Your hips rolled against his as he continued to thrust with a fever. He pulls you even closer to him, pulling you into his lap as he guides you along his stiffened cock, nuzzling into you, nipping and biting at you.

The moans fill the bedroom, bouncing off the windows and the walls, and while you might be fighting him because of his choice of actions, this man was your life. You kiss him deeply as you both moan in pure pleasure. Your bodies collide in such a raw motion. Thrust after thrust, grunt, and groan after grunt and groan, screams of pure euphoria leaving you both. It all came to a halt with a trembling body-shaking finish, feeling as his cock twitched inside of you as hot ribbons of seed coat your velvet walls. He snarled against your skin, and you bring a hand across his face, and you begin to cry.

Holding you close, he looks down at you, smoothing your hair he presses his face against you.

"Shh… now now, everything is alright. I love you, so much." He whispers. "You have to love me back, you just have to." he says softly.

"I… I do love you, Alexei. I do. I wish you would see that." you say between sniffles.

He holds you close, nuzzling against you. "Shall we draw you a bath?" He asks.

Nodding your head he looks over your face and nods. "I shall draw you a bath. Think about what I said." He states.

"Are you isolating me? From everyone?" you ask as he gets up and slips his pants back on.

With a firm stare, he looks over you. "I am, and it's for our own good. You won't be seeing him, we will stay here as long as it takes." He states truthfully.

And like that, your heart becomes conflicted, you love this man, but you feel scared of this man… but then you look at him, and you don't feel afraid anymore. You just want him to see that you do love him. It's conflicting, and it's terrifying, you love him, but is it true? Staying here, you're only choice is to grow to love him. But that's been his goal all along, for you to love him, and for him to show you in so many ways how he loves you.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Count Alexei Vronsky x fem!reader

summary: Your brother's best friend finds you in a compromising position.

warnings: age gap (19/24), sexism/society rules of the time, masturbating, mutual masturbation, being caught, dirty talk, pervy!Alexei, reader is very innocent and Alexei is not innocent ;)

KINTOBER MASTERLIST

You didn't really understand these emotions coursing through you. Those feelings that would cause your cheeks to burn and that unquenchable ache in between your thighs to worsen. A girl from your etiquette class, the one who was known for being more mature than most girls your age, had whispered to you one day that the way to end the ache is to touch yourself.

But that was dirty, you thought as you sat on the windowsill of your room, wearing your flimsy nightdress, your book long abandoned on your lap. It's late outside and the street is dimly lit so you can't make out much, but you do see the shine of his blue uniform from the reflection of the lamppost. You sit up.

Alexei's back.

He must be here to see your brother. 

You pull your lip into your mouth, watching him as he walks into your home. You hold your breath, your hand sliding down to your stomach as the familiar ache returns. 

No!

You stand, dropping your book, feeling utterly embarrassed. Why does the feeling always worsen around Alexei? It's wrong, he's your brother's best friend and he's older and he— 

You rush to your plush bed, laying down dramatically as you fiddle with your hands and stare at your canopy. Your mind is reeling and the one image you can't shake is Alexei's eyes. How he holds eye contact whenever he sees you, and how that intensity causes you to feel like a million butterflies have found home in your insides. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, pushing the vision from your head as your hand unconsciously slides over the material of your dress, hovering between your thighs as you bite your lip at the warmth. 

This is sinful, you think, but knowing that doesn't stop you from bending your knees, bunching up your dress as you slide your hands into your undergarments. You moan at the first contact. Your eyes are still shut but your imagination is running wild. 

You imagine his large hands running up your thighs. The feel of those lips on yours, mixed with the prickle of his mustache. You let out a small whine, desperately attempting to find the correct pressure to make that throbbing ache disappear. 

His name falls from your lips in a frustrated whine. 

That stupid wench had lied. This isn't helping. 

Your stomach sinks when you suddenly hear the sound of your bedroom door closing and you shoot up, pushing down your skirt as your eyes widen and warm tears threaten to spill. 

This is the worst thing that could have happened.

The man himself stands in front of the door, his eyes trained to where your hand just was underneath your dress and he's wearing a small smirk. Alexei looks up, finally shattering the dreadful silence. "You know, usually, when someone pleasures themselves like this, one closes the door." 

You're frozen, feeling humiliated because the throbbing is still there and Alexei has seen everything and has heard you moan his name. 

"P-please leave," you whisper, clutching at your dress. 

He doesn't. Instead, he walks closer and gently pulls you up into a sitting position. Alexei's eyes look even more intense than ever and his hand finds your cheek. You look up at him, eyes a little dazed, and Alexei smiles. He wipes your tears with the pad of your thumb. 

"Why are you touching yourself, dove?" he asks. He isn't a stupid man, he knows damn well why he just wants you to admit it. 

When you stay silent, Alexei grins, "Is it feeling achy? Down here?" He slowly moves his hand and hand presses on your lower stomach.

"You're making it worse, Alexei," you whimper, voice trembling as you squirm. 

Alexei hums and guides you down onto your back so your hair is splayed across the pillow. You obey him, your mind turned to mush from the faint pleasure you'd experienced and from Alexei's presence. He has you wrapped around his finger and he knows it. 

Without a word, just a small smile, he dips his hand under your undergarments to touch you. You groan, thighs clenching. You know this is wrong but you don't want to stop him. "Shh, there," he mumbles, his thumb stroking your clit as he lays down on his side next to you, watching your expressions as his other hand caresses the hair away from your cheeks. 

"Oh," you gasp as he just rubs your clit, occasionally swiping up your slick slit. You turn your head, catching his gaze, and every form of decorum you had leaves you. "More. Inside?" you whine, not knowing why you want his finger inside you but you do.

Desperately. 

Alexei shakes his head, a pained look on his face, "No, дорогой (my darling). You know I can't risk ruining you for your future husband. You're too good for that. Вы заслуживаете большего (You deserve better than that).

You whimper, biting your lip as you squirm and chase the feeling in your stomach by bucking your hips up into his hand. Alexei groans as he watches your expressions, his own eyes glazed over. 

"Блядь (Shit)," he moans and roughly takes your hand, showing you how to properly rub yourself. Alexei sits up on his elbows, undressing as he frees himself from his trousers. You're watching, mouth open as you see him in all his glory. 

"What is that?" you breathe, the ache worsening when you see his cock. It's a little red from need and something inside you feels like you should understand but you don't. 

Alexei begins to stroke himself as you sense the coil in your stomach unwind at the sight. "My cock. It's supposed to go inside you but I—I can't do that—shit—I can't do that to you." His hand movements are quick and you're entranced. 

"Feels weird," you whimper, eyes shutting as your own hand moves quicker. 

"Let go, дорогой (my darling)." You hear Alexei's hoarse voice near your ear and you relax, letting out a squeak as your fingers become sticky from your release. "Good girl." 

You hear Alexei moan but your mind is too fuzzy to even open your eyes. You can hear shuffling and the next thing you know, he's holding your arm as you sit up again. When you open your eyes you can see he's kneeling at your feet. His cock is back in his trousers and you wet your lips, blinking. 

Alexei presses his warm hand to your cheek and wipes away the tears under your eyes. He knows you're confused but he also thinks it's not his place for him to explain everything. You're not his wife—

"Shh, you're okay. You did so well. I'm so proud of you," he says, his voice strained. 

God, he so wishes you were his. Then he could take care of you properly. He could love you properly.

He leans up and kisses your lips, savoring the moment as his hand rests on your knee. One kiss couldn't hurt anyone, right? Once you kiss him back clumsily, he heart thumps and he stands. He pulls you up with him and wraps his arms around your back. 

Alexei is so incredibly wrong. This kiss hurts more than anything because he knows he can't kiss you like this ever again. Still, he deepens the kiss at the thought, determined to enjoy this for as long as possible. 

tags: @earth-elemental18, @longlivedelusion, @princesssunderworld, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @simplyreflected

[loonfull-sonnetzz]

when the Vronsky fic is already 1k long and I haven't even finished 😭

Anyways here's a snippet from my rough draft, hopefully it'll be finished this weekend!!

[blondie20000]

Challenge - Bucky Barnes x Yelena Belova

"Well..." Bucky clears his throat. "This is awkward."

"It's not awkward."

"Really? Well for starters there's not much leg room?"

"Not my fault you are so fucking tall."

"Me? I thought your ego was taking up the space."

Yelena glares at him. Bucky faced her with a smirk on his lips.

The mission was simple go in, gather intel and later regroup with the others and plan their next steps. Yelena wanted to ride this mission solo but Barnes decided to tag along insisting she needs back up. The White Widow protested tried everything she could to get out of this but unfortunately the others all thought it was a good idea. Yelena even turned to Alexei silently pleading for him to step in but instead he nodded and agreed that it is a good idea.

This happened to be the one time where Yelena hoped Alexei would develop some sort of fatherly instincts and go into a crazy fit at the thought of his baby girl being alone with a guy and not just any guy but the fucking Winter Soldier but no Alexei was all for it.

Well screw him.

As soon as they stepped off the helicopter Yelena told Barnes to stay out of her away she wasn't in the mood for social chit out and she most certainly wasn't in the mood to deal with him. Yelena didn't hate Bucky he was more of a pain in the ass than anything they always argued, always competed against each other, and that smirk that damm smirk he kept giving her irritated the Hell out of her.

He is giving her that annoying smirk now as they are pressed against each other in a closet. His back is up against the wall with her leaning into his chest. She tried to wriggle and find other positions but everywhere she went she found herself face first into his chest.

Fuck!

He had the nerve to say this is awkward?

It's worse for her!

Yelena wasn't going to blush or be embarrassed no way not in front of him. She would happily give him a good kick if there wasn't people outside.

Yelena couldn't understand how this happened. Valentina said Helge and his men would be out at a meeting and they won't suppose to be back until the evening so why the Hell have they come back early? She knew needed to contact the others but she feared she would raise suspicion and increase their chances of getting caught.

Yelena shifts and tries to lower herself to the ground but she ends up smacking into his crotch.

Argh!

Just what she needed.

"You can't get enough of me." Bucky smirked down at her.

"Shut up." She whispered. "If those assholes won't outside you would have no dick by now."

"Thinking about how you will handle my dick is kind of a turn on."

Yelena goes back up. She is back against his chest again but at least that's better than his crotch.

"I suggest you sleep with your eye open tonight." She warned.

"Is that your way of a invitation Belova?"

"In your dreams Barnes."

"Would be the most pleasant dream I ever had."

Yelena grits her teeth. This guy does not know when to shut up.

"I knew I should have gone in alone."

"And get yourself killed in the process?" His voice turned serious.

"I can handle myself I don't need a knight in shining armor to save me."

"You got to let us help you Yelena."

She looks up at him and let's out a scoff.

"You mean you want to help me?"

"We're a team yes?"

"Unfortunately."

He sighs.

"Look I get that you hate me..."

"Never said that."

"So you don't hate me?"

"Never said that either."

"You never give me a straight answer."

"Thought you loved riddles."

"Depends on the type." He is looking down at her again. "I do like a challenge the ones where you have to remove it layer by layer."

She raises an eyebrow at that.

"That so?"

"They are fascinating, fun to explore."

"You are a patient one I prefer to go straight for the kill." She nodded.

"Why the rush?"

"Saves the time."

"True but it also kills the enjoyment. The build up, the suspense as you drawing close towards the answer." His eyes skim her up and down. "When you finally get what you want, it is a achievement, all that effort has truly paid off."

Yelena taps his chest and shakes her head.

"Sometimes the big reveal can be disappointing all that build up for nothing."

"I only search when I know it will be worth it."

"How do you know it will be worth it?"

"I just...I just know." He exhaled. His hot breath hits her face.

Yelena did her best to keep her face blank. Judging by the small tug of his lips she knew she is blushing. Damm it she is blushing.

Yelena turns away and looks through the gap. Helge's second in command Boris dismisses the meeting and orders everyone to leave. Moments later Boris grabs his coat and leaves with the others.

Good.

Yelena knew they could leave but for some reason she found herself still in the closet with him. He hasn't attempted to move either.

"Well?" She asked with a huff.

He motions with his hand.

"Ladies first."

She laughs at that causing him to frown.

"Manners will not get you far White Wolf." She slaps him on the arm and steps out of the closet.

"I disagree." Barnes tilts his head. "Got a good view out of it."

The scowl is back on her face again. He chuckles and steps out.

"So where shall we start?" He asked changing the subject.

Yelena ignores him and begins looking through the drawers.

"Quit looking at my ass." She warned him as she shoved the papers out of the way.

He responds with another chuckle.

Minutes later Yelena finds a booklet and picks it up.

"Hey check this out." She turns and finds herself back against his chest.

Yelena growled under her breath.

"Do you mind?"

"You just can't help yourself." He grinned. She glares at him. "What am I looking at?"

She shrugs it off and shoves the booklet in his hands.

"Here might be a lead."

Bucky takes the booklet. He leans against the desk and starts to read it. Yelena's eyes linger on his arms. His prosthetic hand trails along his chin as he studies the writing. His eyes are deep in thought. The White Widow snapped out of her trance when his eyes shift on to hers.

"Looks legit." He then nods. "Good job."

"And I didn't even need you." She waves him off. "I was fine like I said I would."

"You look hot to me."

She gulped at that.

"You look like you need some air?" He added.

"Right? Yeah course. It is quite warm in here."

"Really?" He frowns. "Thought the opposite."

"Cold?"

"Very."

He places his prosthetic hand on her arm to make a point. Yelena shivered at the contact but she didn't pull away instead she looks up at him. His eyes meet hers. Yelena swallows and her mind is screaming at her to back off.

Yelena takes several steps forward.

He waits for her.

She cranes her neck up to look at him. He looks down at her.

Waiting.

Her mind continued to scream no.

He gives her a knowing look.

She presses herself against him.

Still screaming no.

He raises an eyebrow.

She tilts her head.

"Don't make me fucking regret this."

"You won't." He said with such confidence Yelena actually believed him.

That did it.

She shuts her mind down and let's the natural instincts kick in.

Then she locks her lips with his.

He kisses her back.

Yelena wraps her arms around him and pulls him in. Bucky growls and holds on to her tight. The pent up emotions all came flooding out, their desire for each other overrode everything else.

Seconds later they both pull away and gasp for air. Bucky scoops her up by the waist and lies her down on her back on the desk.

No going back now. She thought as he climbs on top of her.

Yelena removes her zip and allows him to pull her suit down. Once that is done Bucky removes his belt and lowers his trousers.

Yelena wanted all of him. She grabs on to his jacket and tugs at it wanting it off. Bucky smirks at that.

"Eager I see?"

"I can easily change my mind Barnes."

"And resist me?" Bucky places his hand on his heart. "That's not happening."

"I'm not like other girls." She presses her boot against his boxers. "You could still walk out of here without your manhood."

"Like to see you try." He challenged her.

She smirks. Her heel digs into him.

"Shouldn't challenge me White Wolf."

"Whatever you say White Widow."

It wasn't long before he started kissing her again. Hot and fierce. She responded with a moan. He pushes his tongue in and rolls it along with hers. Suddenly he pulls away and flips the White Widow on her stomach. Yelena gasps in surprise.

"Assh..." She is cut off as he kisses her neck.

"Hmm." He hummed. His hands move to her ass. He gives her a cheeky slap on the ass causing another gasp to come from her.

"You were saying?" He grinned in her ear.

"You are enjoying this." She replied.

"I did say the wait will be worth it."

"Sorry to disappoint but there's no prize."

His hand goes to her breast.

"Sure about that?"

He squeezed her nipple causing her to moan. She now understood about those rumors of Sergeant Barnes being a womaniser back in the day. He continued to tease her and smothered her with kisses. Yelena tried to stop herself from smiling but she couldn't help it.

"She smiles." He pretends to gasp.

She tried to hide it but he shakes his head.

"It suits you. Its a lovely smile."

There was no teasing he is serious she can tell. That compliment caused her smile to widen.

Yelena then felt the tip of cock pressed against her. He leans forward and brushes the hair away from her face.

"You okay with this?" He asked.

Womaniser but respectful? Hmm?

"I am." She nods to him. She turns her head and smirks at him. "But are you?"

A sharp intake of breath comes from him when her fingers brush against his cock.

"Hard already?" Yelena scoffed. "Has your previous affairs ever got a reaction this quick out of you? Should I feel honored?"

Bucky said nothing.

Yelena then feels his hand circling her entrance.

"Wet already?" He said with amusement. "Has your previous affairs ever got a reaction this quick out of you? Should I feel honored?" He repeated his words back at her.

She inwardly groaned.

Damm.

"I have never met someone like you." Bucky then said. "So feisty so challenging. Did I say I like a challenge?"

"You did. I like challenges too I'm also a gamer."

"Really?"

"Hmm and if you don't get inside me right now I'll set the alarm and ensure Helge's guys find you butt-naked in their office. What a sight that would be."

"Someone doesn't play nice."

"Who said anything about the game being fair." She gives him a devilish smirk. "Now come on soldier boy buckle up."

She pushed her ass against him. He might be on top but she is damm well giving out the orders here.

"As you wish Miss Belova."

Yelena suddenly gasps as she feels him go inside her. Before she could process what is going on Barnes then starts to pound into her.

He went straight into it fast and aggressive releasing all that energy on to her. Yelena cursed in Russian. Barnes pushes into her with full force his cock slides deep inside her. Yelena grips the edge of the desk as he continued to rock her.

"Usually I like to take my time." Bucky leans forward. "But we are on a time limit so..." He kisses her cheek and pulls at her earlobe. Yelena moans with pleasure. She nudges her head and brushes against his growth. "Hmm." Bucky smiled.

Yelena turns and bites his lip. He groans. Yelena raises her leg and strokes his thigh. She pushes her tongue in his mouth and kisses him until it makes them both dazed.

"Yelena." He mumbled into the kiss. "Yelena." He repeated her name sounding more urgent. His need for her consumed him.

Bucky eventually pulls away and this earned another hard thrust from him. Yelena's legs drop and she is back flat on her stomach again completely at his mercy.

He laughs and grasps her ass. He slowly pulls himself out of her then quickly slams back into her again.

"Eбать!" (Fuck) She again cursed in Russian. "James!"

Another thrust.

"Oh my God!" She squealed.

He chuckles.

She covers her mouth with her hand not wanting to give him any more satisfaction but Bucky removes her hand and shakes his head.

"Don't stop." He said his voice becoming breathless. "I like it. The sounds you are making it is...It is so fucking hot and so..." His voice lowers. "Cексуальный." (Sexy)

She held her breath as the words travel into her ear. Hearing Barnes complimenting her in Russian made her suddenly weak to her knees.

Damm him for making her like this.

He is next to her grinning again.

"Bastard." She said but it came out weak and needy. This only made her groan.

His grin widens.

Eventually Yelena started to feel the fire forming at the bottom of her belly. She is close but she wasn't going to beg no way not to him so she squeezes her eyes shut and tries to hold on as much as she can.

"Yel." Yelena can feel Bucky trembling as he spoke. "I need to..."

Oh yes finally! She thought.

If she is being honest she couldn't hold on much longer.

"Fire away White Wolf." She tried to joke but with the burning feeling inside her the joke ended up coming out quite desperate and oh God did that sound like a beg?

Argh!

Bucky increases his hold on her. His strong arms wraps around her. Yelena feels the heat from the flesh and the cold from the metal. She found it disorienting and it ended up driving her over the edge.

Yelena bites down on her lip and stops the scream that threatened to form in case anyone heard. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she let it all out.

Barnes buried himself in the crook of her neck and grits his teeth as he too rode his orgasm out. Minutes later Bucky loosens his hold on her and they both lay on top of the desk panting and trying to catch their breath.

"Damm." Bucky managed to spit out. He takes another deep breath and shakes his head. "That was something."

Yelena does a small nod.

Something they can both agree on for once.

As Yelena gets dressed she turns to the White Wolf and says.

"We never speak of this again what we did does not leave this room understand?"

Bucky nods his face serious.

"I understand."

She throws her backpack on.

"Your dick has survived for now."

"For now?" He raises an eyebrow at her. "Are you saying there will be a next time Miss Belova?"

"I never said that."

He smiles and looks down as he puts his boots on.

"Whatever you say doll."

She glares at him.

"Don't call me that."

He gives her an innocent look.

"Okay."

Yelena rolls her eyes and sighs heavily.

"Come on let's get out of here." She said moments later.

...............

"Oh my God am I seeing things or is Barnes actually smiling?"

John Walker greeted the duo with a big grin on his face.

"Walker." Bucky said formally.

"Hey!" Yelena nods to the other Super Soldier. "We bring gifts."

"Great." Walker nods. "The others are next door."

Yelena again nods. She gives Bucky a small smile then goes and joins the others. Walker's attention turns back to Barnes again. He raises an amused eyebrow.

"What's got you in a good mood Barnes?"

"It's certainly not you." Bucky responded sarcastically. He then turns away and follows the White Widow

Walker places his hand on his chest and pretends to look offended.

"Ouch."

"I knew you would make it." Alexei greeted Yelena with a hug. "Well done soldier." He slaps Barnes on the back.

Bucky forced a smile followed by a nod.

"What did you find out?" Ava asked.

Antonia raises her head and waits patiently for the meeting to begin.

"Yes." Walker enters the room with his hands clasped. That shit-eating grin remained on his face. "What did you two love birds find out?"

Bucky coughs at that.

"Sorry did I say something wrong?" Walker gives a knowing look followed by a smirk.

Yelena felt the blush creeping back again.

Walker folds his arms and let out a "Oooh."

"Let's stick to the plan U.S Agent." Ghost glares at him.

"Yes let's do that." Yelena slams the papers down and begins explaining what her and Barnes have found.

Walker kept his eyes on Barnes.

Bucky is trying everything he can not to look at her ass.

It is very hard not to when her suit is so freaking tight.

Bucky grits his teeth and tucks his head into his folded arms.

Walker grins.

Alexei is oblivious.

When Yelena is done Walker is the first to speak up.

"Fascinating."

He wasn't referring to their discovery.

Bucky wanted to punch him.

"You guys should do more missions together." Walker nods. "You make a good team...Quite a pair."

Another blush went across Yelena's face. Ava seemed to caught on what is going on. She lowers her head and smiles to herself.

Taskmaster continued staring blankly.

Alexei nods along agreeing with the U.S Agent.

"Absolutely."

The bastard is still oblivious.

"I swear to God." Yelena groaned out loud.

"Shut up Walker." Bucky growled.

"I could always be third wheel." Walker offered.

"No!"

"You prefer privacy got it." Walker winked.

"I would prefer to throw you out of the window." Bucky glared.

"I would happily help you do that." Yelena chimed in.

"Okay." Walker raises his arms in surrender. "Look I'm happy for you both I'm serious I'm glad the mission went well." He smiles. "Congratulations I say."

Both respond with an eye roll.

"Anyone want some food? I'm starving." Walker changed the subject. The mischief glint remained in his eyes.

"Count me in." Alexei nods. "Hey Barnes." He puts his arm around the White Wolf. "Did I ever tell you the time when I..."

Bucky tuned the Red Guardian out as the big man led him out of the room. Barnes looks helplessly at Yelena. Yelena gives him a stern look followed by a subtle gesture to his balls.

Right manhood at risk here.

Or was it an invitation?

That woman never gives a straight answer.

Bucky smiles to himself. He is okay with that.

He loves a challenge after all.

The End

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Seeing Red (Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian x f!reader)

Characters: Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI

Words: 1.5k, also posted on AO3

Summary: A late night visit from Alexei makes your emotions (and hormones) run wild

Warnings: SMUT (and some fluff), unprotected sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), somewhat established relationship

A/N: I had some wild thoughts after watching Black Widow and wanted to write this. I couldn't find a lot of Alexei smut, hopefully I did his character justice.

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You had just gotten home from a long, terrible day at work. You were getting ready to take a shower and relax when you heard a knock at the front door. Who in the world would be here this late you thought to yourself as you made your way to look out the peephole. When you saw the man on the other side of the door, you temporarily forgot how to breathe. 

  Alexei Shostakov. You hadn’t seen him in almost a year. Honestly, you hadn’t even known if he was still alive. He wasn’t exactly the best at keeping in touch. Your relationship could only be described as complicated, to say the least. You never knew what to think. Were you friends, fuck buddies, or something more? He would drop by when he was in town, you had fun together, then he was gone. No matter how hard you tried not to, you had developed feelings for him. Sometimes late at night when you were alone and deep inside your own head you thought you might love him. Wasn’t that ridiculous though? It would never work, not with the kind of chaotic life he led. You craved routine and stability, things he could never give you. That didn’t stop you from missing him, from touching yourself to thoughts of his large body pounding into yours, giving you ecstasy like no other man ever had. 

  “Hello my pet,” he said with a small wave. You opened the door quickly, pulling him inside. “Alexei, get the hell in the house before someone sees you!” you tell him. The last you knew, he was a wanted man, having been broken out of prison by Natasha and Yelena. “Okay, okay,” he said, closing the door with a boom. You step back to get a good look at him. “What in the world is going on?” you asked. “I haven’t even heard from you in a year,” you said, punching him on the arm. He chuckled. “I need to lay low for a day or two, and I wanted to see my favorite girl,” he replied, his accent thick. He knew exactly how you felt about that accent and he loved to use it to drive you wild. 

  This man you thought, shaking your head at him. He knew you wouldn’t refuse him, especially if it meant that you would get to spend time in bed with him, which was where you always ended up. You felt your anger subsiding, all the stress of wondering if he was okay leaving you in a rush. There wasn’t time for that now, you thought. You hugged him, his large torso wrapping around you. His sheer size always made you feel safe. You met his eyes, and you could feel the tears welling up. “Don’t be sad, my love. I’m fine,” he told you, and he reached down to kiss you. It started out gently and sweetly. It wasn’t long, though, before it turned into something else. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, and he sighed with delight. “Ah, darling,” he groaned when you pulled apart. “I have missed you terribly.” 

  You trembled at his words, your body tingling in anticipation of what you knew was coming. You pulled him toward your bedroom. You stopped just inside the doorway to your room, shoving him against the wall. “Are we playing rough this time?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow questioningly. You laughed and pulled his shirt over his head. You drew in a breath at the sight of him. He had added a few tattoos since the last time you had seen him. He knew how sexy you found all the artwork adorning his body. Your fingers traced over the lines of the newly added designs, your heart stopping when you saw the one on the left side of his chest. Your name, right over his heart. 

  “Alexei!” you gasped, unable to hide your surprise and delight. “This way, no matter how long we are apart, you are always with me,” he replied with a blazing smile. You threw your arms around him, kissing him passionately. Unable to wait any longer, you reached down to unzip his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. The sight of him practically naked made your insides clench, and you could feel the slickness in your panties already. He always had that effect on you. He knew it, too. 

  “This seems a little one sided, no?” he asked, grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. Your shorts soon followed, and he led you back against the bed, pushing you down onto it. “Let me make up for lost time,” he told you. His mouth found yours again, and this time he didn’t take it easy. He kissed you like a starved man, like you were the best thing he had ever encountered. His mouth moved down your body, his tongue marking a trail to your breasts. He ripped your bra off of you and began alternating between licking and biting your nipples. You arched your back, groaning in pleasure. He moved lower, working his mouth down your stomach toward your center. The feeling of his beard on your skin as he began kissing his way up the insides of your thighs made you wet with anticipation. He reached up and grabbed the waistband of your panties with his teeth and began dragging them off your body. You bucked your cunt toward his face, and he laughed. “Patience, little one,” he said, tossing your underwear behind him. You thought your body would explode. 

  “Alexei, please!” you yelled, and your eyes rolled back in your head when he took his thick tongue and began licking stripes up your aching pussy, his mouth settling on your clit and sucking relentlessly. He knew by now exactly how to work your body, how you needed and wanted to be touched. You yelled his name, and he growled in response, the sound vibrating against your core. It was enough to snap the tension that had been quickly building inside you, sending your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your legs tightened around him as you rode out your high. “That’s my girl,” he said, leaning back with a cocky smile, his beard glistening. 

  You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him. You reached over and pulled his boxers off, seeing him in all his glory. His eager dick sprang out, and you leaned over, excited to please him. You had to pace yourself, his penis size matched the rest of his large body, and it was all you could do to take him. His hand rested gently on the back of your head, fingers twisting in your hair, and he groaned with pleasure as you licked your way up and down his shaft. You took as much of him as you could in your mouth. Honestly you enjoyed it as much as he did. The salty taste of him drove you wild, and you increased your speed. Before long, he pushed you back against the bed and lowered himself over you. Just the sight of him, his broad tattoo-covered torso balanced over you, made you wet all over again. 

  He lined the tip of his dick up with your entrance and pushed inside slowly. You felt the delicious stretch as your body adjusted to him, relishing the feeling of him. He pushed into you as far as he could and gave you a second before he got going. You grunted impatiently against him, and he took that as permission to let go. He drove himself into you greedily, hungrily, and he felt so deep inside it was like he was practically in your stomach. Sweat dripped down his chest and landed on yours. He was gripping the headboard so tightly you were surprised he hadn’t broken it by now. He kept up an unrelenting pace, and your body was on fire. You could feel the pressure building inside you again, and you ran your nails down Alexei’s back. He could feel your walls clenching around him and knew you were almost there . He reached his hand down and began circling your clit with his thumb to help push you over the edge. You began to see stars, white hot pleasure coursing through you as you shattered around him. He followed soon behind you, filling you up as only he could. 

He collapsed beside you, both of you completely spent. You reached over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, curling up against him and resting your head on his chest. “Alexei?” you say eventually, deciding to just get this over with. “Yes, my pet?” he replied. “I love you. I just wanted you to know,” you blurt out quickly. You kept your head buried against him, afraid to see his reaction. He reached over and lifted your chin so that you had to look at him. “I love you too красивый,” (beautiful) he replied. You felt like a giant weight had been lifted from you. Even if it was just for tonight, he was there and he was yours.