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crosshairlovebot · 11 months ago

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welcome home / hunter x f!reader

pairing: hunter x f!reader

description: you return home to find hunter in the shower, and he shows you just how much he missed you while he was gone.

word count: 4,036

warnings: NSFW 18+ explicit sexual content. heavy scent kink. plot only if you squint. p in v s*x. oral s*x (f receiving). slight overstimulation. lots of kissing. slight body worship. cr*ampie.

the need to write a part two to that hunter smut a couple of weeks ago was so strong there was no avoiding it. the hunter feels gripped me so hard they're shaking me around like a rag doll. i have never written a full smut sequence like this before, so please bear with me if it's not as perfect as i would like! i'm doing my best!

although the previous part (which is not essential to read to understand this) was written with gender-neutral pronouns, this part is with a female reader. i wanted to make sure i could actually write a scene like this since i've never done it before. gender-neutral smut is something i'd like to try in the future once i feel more comfortable writing in this style :)

also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You rode the slightly odorous lift up to your apartment floor, the doors sliding open slowly once it arrived. The hallway light flickered every minute or two as you approached the door to your humble abode, your body aching after working more overtime than you should’ve stayed for. Yawning, you pressed in the code before promptly walking into the still-closed door with a thud.

You frowned, suddenly more alert. You checked the panel and saw that you had just locked your apartment, not unlocked it. Living on Coruscant – especially in an area not known for being the safest corner of the planetary city – had informally trained you to watch for your safety almost constantly. And the possibility that your door may have been unlocked by someone who may or may not be waiting inside to hurt you was a red flag.

Heart beating faster, you pressed your ear up against the door, to see if you could hear anyone and your eyes widened when you heard a faint groan coming from inside.

Panic began to course through your veins, and you debated whether or not you should call the authorities before deciding against it. They wouldn’t get here in time to be of any use, and so many crimes happened on Coruscant that you doubted anyone would even come at all.

Instead, you steeled yourself and then typed in the code again.

Save for the single lamp you always left on; the apartment was dark. The yellow light bathed the small space in a soft glow that made everything look a little less like a standard-issue Coruscanti apartment and a little more like a home. You quietly dropped your bag by the door, picked up a vase from the entryway and crept into your apartment. It was then you heard the shower running and the soft hum of a smokey tenor echo through the apartment. Your shoulders instantly relaxed.

There was only one person who would break into your apartment and take a shower.

You placed the vase down on the kitchen bench, a smile biting the corners of your mouth as you walked to your small ensuite bathroom, the humming getting louder. Your smile only got wider when you saw his armour stacked neatly next to the dresser. You could hear the hum louder from here, and your heart squeezed itself against your ribs. He was happy.

You opened the door slowly, knocking softly even though he would sense you were there as soon as the door opened. “Hunter?”

The humming stopped and Hunter’s wet head poked around the shower curtain. If he was a sight when he was dry, he was completely ethereal when wet. His hair stuck around his shoulders and neck, water dripping down his tattooed face onto his neck. He smiled out the side of his mouth, eyes bright at the sight of you. “Hey, you.”

You grinned, just as pleased to see him. “Hey. You’re back.”

“I am.”

You nodded to the steaming shower. “Can I join you?”

He wordlessly pulled back the shower curtain as his answer, revealing half of his bare muscular body. You undressed quickly, piling your clothes on top of his blacks that had been kicked near the privy before stepping in with him. Almost instantly, you were engulfed in Hunter’s arms, his wet body pressed against yours as he pushed his nose into your neck, breathing deeply.

“Someone missed me,” you smiled, hands holding his upper arms and squeezing them gently.

You felt his breath on your neck as he nuzzled his nose against your skin. It was always the first thing he did when he saw you. “You have no idea how much,” the words buzzing against your skin.

At the feel of his half-hard length pressed into your stomach, and you chuckled. “I think I can guess.”

Hunter trailed his hands down your body, nose still buried in your neck. He loved the way you smelled. Something about it drove him crazy, though you weren’t sure what it was specifically. But you’d never complain.

You felt him pull you closer, and his wet hair fell onto your shoulder as he dragged his hands up and down your thighs and hips. The water cascaded over you both, and when his hand dipped between your bodies down to the place between your legs, you tipped your head forward to rest on his shoulder as you moaned. “Hunter,” you choked out as his hand moved in slow circles there, and you felt yourself slicken at the touch.

Hunter pressed light kisses to your neck and shoulder, marking a trail up to your ear with his lips. “Been waiting for you to get back.” His voice was ragged like he’d been running, rasping out of him all breathy.

His fingers still moved slowly between you, and you whimpered before telling him quietly. “I thought someone had broken in.”

Hunter pulled back to look at you, his hand stilling as he searched your face with a crease between his brow. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Sorry, cyari’ka, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shook your head and looked in his brown-grey eyes as steam continued to rise from the running water. “I heard a loud groan…what were you doing?”

The corner of Hunter’s mouth lifted before those eyes of his darkened. “What do you think?” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw.

You hummed. The idea of him getting off in your shower as he waited for you to come home conjured up so many salacious images in your mind you had to squeeze his arms to steady yourself. The thought of him in here, cock in his hand as he stroked himself to just your scent…it only made the arousal building inside you burn hotter.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” You croaked out.

“Kriff, no. As soon as I stepped inside you were everywhere,” he continued his kisses, sucking at your jaw. “And it only got stronger. Every breath I took you were there, inside my lungs, seeping into my skin. You know how insane you make me, and it’s been months…” He drew back and brushed his nose against yours. “Are you mad?”

“God, no,” you breathed against his lips.

“Good.”

Hunter finally kisses your mouth then. His mouth slants over yours and it’s impossible not to moan into it. His tongue moves over your lips and slides against yours. To think when you met him, he had no idea how to kiss and now he knew the inside of your mouth better than you did.

He groaned into the kiss, and you knew his senses were in overdrive right now, the hot wet of your mouth only driving him crazier. He pushed you back against the tile, his solid body trapping you between the cool of the tile and the heat of his skin. His hands gripped your hips as you snaked one leg around his. With his now hard length pressing between you, it was so close to where you needed it. You arched into him, the need to have him as close as humanly possible so intense you could comprehend nothing but Hunter’s kisses and hands as he did everything he could to consume every part of you. Your only thought was how badly you wanted him to.

You had missed him too, after all.

Your hands went into his hair, tugging at the wet strands as he continued to explore your mouth. He broke away but only to resume his kisses down your neck, his tongue lolling out to lick the skin and the droplets of water in between the kisses. Steam from the water clouded your vision, or was that because of the sensation of Hunter’s hands against you? You didn’t know. You moaned as his kisses travelled down your torso.

“Hunter,” you choked out as you watched him lower to his knees in front of you.

“Missed you so much,” he said again, the words vibrating against your skin.

You caressed his temple with your thumb. “I missed you.”

He groaned loudly against the skin of your stomach. “You smell incredible.”

You whimpered, so incredibly turned on as he moved his mouth down, his lips dragging across your skin, and you watched him descend lower, his eyes half closed and rolling back. You could see just how hard he was, up against his stomach. The water continued to flow down his shoulders and half-tattooed torso, down into the hair that covered most of his front.

You raked your fingers through his hair, nails against his scalp and you felt his moan on your stomach, and the sound ignited your insides with desire. It felt like your whole body was electrified, pulsing with need and he’d barely even done anything.

“Hunter, more, please,” you breathed out.

Hunter didn’t need to be told twice. He groaned, standing up and shutting the water off as he kissed you once more. He pulled back, sliding the shower curtain roughly across its pole before picking you up effortlessly. Your arms and legs went around him as he buried his nose in your neck again as he walked to your bed, both of you still dripping wet but neither of you caring enough to do anything about it.

Hunter lay you down gently, moving you up to the pillows as he climbed on top of you. His hair fell forward, dripping onto your chest and he leaned down to suck the droplets off your skin.

You moaned as his mouth travelled to your neck again, kissing you there, his lips sucking gently, and you knew there would be a nice mark there tomorrow that you would grumble about trying to cover for work. But right now, the idea of him laying a claim to you made every nerve ending in your body tingle, especially the ones between your legs.

His lips then made their way to your chest, and he moved to one breast, taking the nipple between his teeth, making you whine before he circled his tongue around it, sucking gently. Your back arched off the bed and you felt his hand slide underneath you, between your shoulder blades, drawing you into his mouth more. He sucked gently, then moved on to the other one, repeating the same ministrations with his tongue.

You panted, mewling with every pinch of his teeth grazing your nipple. He was taking his time with you, as usual, savouring every single part of you. You knew he’d be tired after spending months completing gruelling missions, but he was still eager to pleasure you slowly, work you up until you were begging for a release only he could give.

Exhausted, but never for you.

He released your breast, wetness from his mouth glistening the peak in the dim light. He continued down once again, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he lowered himself between your legs.

He looked up at you, eyes dark with want before he sat back on his heels to spread your legs a little wider, holding the inside of your thighs down with his hands. His thumbs circled the soft skin there as he gazed at you all spread out for him.

He looked beautiful like his. His brown skin illuminated only by the light that managed to creep through the blinds, his tattoo etched down one side of his body which still shined with the water from the shower. His cock was so hard with need, precum already pooling at the tip – you’ve barely even touched him. He was just worked up over touching you, breathing you in. He was average in length, but his thickness set him apart from any other sexual partner you’ve had. You ached to feel it inside you, but if he was taking his sweet time with you, it would be a while before you felt him stretch you.

Hunter was nothing if not thorough.

“Hunter…” you whined, sitting up on your elbows.

“Look so pretty like this,” he told you, not an ounce of insincerity in his tone as he crept down to his elbows, arms wrapping under and around your thighs as he pushed his nose against your centre. He breathed in deeply, and the groan that erupted from the back of his throat buzzed against your core.

“So good…” he murmured as he pushed his nose against your clit, making you jerk. He placed a kiss there before gently bringing it into his mouth to suck. You cry out, hips bucking up into his nose and he moans again before his mouth finally moves over you completely.

You arch your back off the bed as his tongue moves artfully against you. The sensation continued to stoke the fire that had been building the minute he wrapped his arms around you in the shower. You moved your hands to his hair, clutching the roots with your fingers and pushing him closer as he licked and sucked like a man starved. And in a way he was. Your hand was no substitute for this. He licked a line up, before bringing his lips around the bud again and sucking gently. You couldn’t think about anything but his hot mouth and tongue against you. You ground into his mouth, needing more friction as the pleasure began to build in your belly, coiling in hot spirals as Hunter continued. He groaned into you through his ministrations, and when he felt you clench on his tongue, he pulled you impossibly closer to his mouth as he moved his tongue faster. Your breaths filled the room, pants loud and moans echoing in the space. You could feel the mattress move underneath you and you looked down at him with hooded eyes to see him rutting against the mattress, getting off to the pleasure he was giving you.

“Hunter, please, I’m so—” Your words were barely audible, but Hunter knew what you meant as he pressed his tongue harder against you, bringing your clit into his mouth and sucking one more time, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. You cried out, the band inside you snapping as pleasure erupted.

Your back arched and you cried out his name like it was an incantation, over and over as he continued to move his tongue through your undoing, groaning against you as you came all over his tongue. Your hands tight in his hair, you tugged as you shuddered underneath him until the tremors slowed, and you lay breathless, limbs heavy. You looked down at him as he emerged from between your legs, mouth glistening with your come, coating his lips and chin. He licked his lips and groaned. The sight of it was so obscene you felt your body flush.

“Good girl,” he told you before he climbed over you, capturing your mouth in a kiss. You could taste yourself in his mouth and you moaned at the way his fingers briefly dipped inside you. “So good for me,” he told you against your lips. “Always so good.”

“Need you inside me,” you mumbled back.

Hunter groaned and you watched as he drew back to lean on his heels again, using the fingers he’d just brushed through your folds to lubricate his length. He hissed as he circled the tip and down the shaft before he coated his fingers again and slid them in his mouth, sucking them gently with his eyes closed, savouring the taste. You watched him, mesmerised.

Was this man really yours?

He positioned himself at your entrance, holding himself above you with strong arms, face over yours. His eyes were so intense, their brown-grey colour boring into you. He gave you a look, one that differed from the wanting gaze he’d been giving you. This look was one of tenderness, one that asked if you were still good – still okay with this. You nodded and he pressed his lips against yours once more before he eased himself inside you.

You gasped as you stretched around him, clawing at his shoulders as you locked your legs around his. He groaned as he bottomed out, filling you completely. He caught his breath and when you clenched around him, he made a choking sound, swearing.

“Been too long,” he whispered.

“Too long,” you repeated before he drew himself back out slowly. He pushed his nose into your shoulder again as he groaned loudly. Then he slowly began thrusting, the sounds of your moans and groans filling the room, along with the indecent sound of his skin hitting yours as his movements increased in speed.

“Hunter,” you moaned his name, and he groaned in response. His hands found your hips and he adjusted his position so he could reach deeper, and he continued to roll his hips against you, your hands clutching at his forearms as the headboard hit the wall repeatedly.

Sex with Hunter always felt amazing. Full of the kind of passion that almost didn’t feel real. It was full of moans and groans and tantalising touches that built you up and up so when you finally let go, the fall felt so good it was almost immeasurable. It was filled with kisses and though he wasn’t much of a talker, he would whisper how good you felt against him. No matter how rough he was being, you felt safe in his hands and cared for – he made sure of that. Being in the throes of pleasure with Hunter was an all-consuming feeling for you both, one that you relished whenever you got the chance. His time home was so fleeting, that anything you could both do to tell each other how much you missed the other, how much you loved the other, you would do. Later, you would use your words. But right now, your bodies spoke instead; each press, clench, shudder, whimper, and groan said the words for you both.

You could feel those familiar hot coils building again each time he buried himself in you, and you could feel his movements falter slightly as he came closer to his own release. He’d come up from your neck again and you looked up at him, mouth agape as his hair, now half dry, fell over his handsome face and the curled ends tickled your cheeks. You reached up and placed some behind his ear, hand cupping his jaw.

“Hunter—”

Hunter nodded quickly, eyes dark and pupils blown. “I know.”

Of course, he did. His senses were so in tune with your body he could feel the subtle changes of your arousal and smell the way your body was on the precipice of falling.

Hunter’s hands held your hips and the headboard, and he rocked himself into you, faster this time. He panted, a husky noise from the back of his throat sounding with each thrust as he brought you closer. You rasped out a string of yeses as the sensation that had been building rose to its peak. You locked your legs around his thighs, clawing at his back as you clenched hard around him, crying out.

Your back arched into him, fingernails forming crescent moon carvings in the skin of his arms as you shuddered against him. His name fell from your lips as you writhed underneath him, riding out your orgasm as he continued to sink into you on the verge of overstimulation.

“Come on, cyare,” you whispered to him as you were still trembling. "Still got my implant."

It wasn’t a second later until he gave a ragged cry as he stilled, spilling inside you. His eyes screwed shut and his teeth gritted as he groaned loudly – the way you had heard him through the apartment door before. Half collapsing on top of you, he pushed his face into your shoulder again, this time biting the skin there as his thrusts became languid, drawing out as much of his release as possible. You hissed as his teeth claimed your skin, but no matter how worked up Hunter was, he always made sure his bites weren’t too hard.

When Hunter’s shudders stopped, both of you caught your breath. You could feel his breath tickle your shoulder, and this was the first time since you’d been home that you registered the familiar musky smell of his skin. You smiled and kissed his shoulder while he was still on top of you, the tangy taste of his sweat on your lips.

Hunter slowly emerged from your shoulder and looked down at you, eyelids heavy and hair all tangled. You smiled, still dazed, and reached up to push it out of his face, tucking it behind his ear again. He smiled warmly at you before kissing the inside of your wrist.

He hissed as he pulled out of you, and the loss of him down there was so prominent you felt an ache. Hunter rolled off you and lay beside you on his stomach for a minute, his eyes drooping shut for a moment before he forced them open again.

“Hang on,” he said and kissed your shoulder lightly before pushing himself up and heading into the bathroom. You giggled as you heard the cupboard door open and shut before the tap turned on. You turned on your side, still half-limp, watching him wet a towel and then re-enter the room.

He sat next to you as he wiped between your legs sleepily, the warm towel a gentle caress on your skin before he placed it on the bedside table and lay down next to you.

You smiled and pulled the covers back so you could get under them together. They were damp from your hasty decision to not dry off beforehand, but they would dry as you slept. You watched as Hunter nestled himself in the mattress, eyes closing, but when you didn’t move closer to him immediately, he peeked an eye open. He reached out to you under the covers, with a frown.

“Come,” he said, his voice thick with exhaustion.

“I did. Twice,” you smirked as you let his hands circle your arms and pull you in closer.

“Shuddup,” he slurred, but he still smiled, kissing your temple as he tucked you against his chest. You breathed in the scent of him as you rested your head on him.

You chuckled. “You smell like me.”

“Good. Need to smell like you forever,” he pushed his nose in your hair, taking a deep breath in. “What is the name of this soap, anyway? Gonna place an order.”

You laughed. You loved he was like this – all soft and sleepy after you’d come together. It was a side only you saw, the shedding of that broody exterior he reserved for his service to reveal the tenderness that was a secret for your eyes only. “I think it’s generic brand vanilla and starflower.”

“Smells fucking incredible,” Hunter mumbled, making you laugh again. You kissed his chest and after a moment of silence where all you did was breathe together, he said, “You okay? I didn’t plan to do all that the second I saw you.”

You smiled. No matter how exhausted he was, he always had to check in with you.

“I’m really, really okay, Hunter,” you told him. “There are worse ways to be greeted upon returning home.”

“I at least wanted one conversation with you before I had my way with you,” Hunter murmured in your skin, kissing your shoulder again, this time where he had bitten you, his lips soothing the slight ache there.

“Talking is overrated,” you joked with a shrug, snuggling into his chest. You felt it thrum with a deep chuckle. He knew you loved to hear him talk.

“Tomorrow, we can talk. I have so much to tell you,” he breathed, lips brushing your temple.

You smiled. “Me too. Tomorrow.” You patted his chest gently. “Sleep now, cyare. I know you’re exhausted.”

Hunter hummed, on the cusp of slumber. “Tomorrow.” You felt his body relax. “Love you, cyare,” he mumbled into your hair.

You heard his breathing become deep and even, his chest rising and falling, his heartbeat steady against your palms. You smiled, closing your eyes. “Love you more.”

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rbbrbikerthorp · 4 months ago

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Homeward Bound (Part 2)

Unbeknown to me the skinhead gets up from his seat. He lifts my head, which has fallen forwards. When he’s satisfied I’m unconscious and won’t cause him any trouble, he gets his phone and makes a call.

“I’ve got one.. [pause] Yeah, he’s out but I took more that two to finish him off. [pause] Yeah, bring the van - you know where to meet us”.

As if in some distant dream I had a vague recollection of an announcement - something about some station, but it wasn't one I'd leave the train at. I sensed the skinhead lifting me out of my seat. I think he said something like “C’mon mate - you had a couple too many. I’ll help you. Yeah, watch yer step. The lads are meeting us so they will give you a lift home”. I think I 'caught the eye' of one of two other passengers. Hoping they might intervene. I mean, surely it wasn't right for a half-cut smartly dressed office worker to be carried off a train by a skinhead thug?

I imagine they sit passively - not wanting to intervene. He hauls me off the train, leaving behind all my belongings - my coat with my phone and my rucksack with all its contents. It would be the last time anyone who knew me then would see the old me.

As the train pulls up at the station the skinhead’s mates are waiting on the platform. I feel the train grind to a halt. Then vaguely recall the beeps of the door opening.

I sense the cold evening air and can 'taste' the smell of the diesel fumes emitted from the train. As a result, I become a bit more lucid.

“Is this him?” One of them shouts above the noise of the diesel engine.

A bit older than we’d normally collect?” says another lad.

“Give me a hand” says the skinhead from the train.

I feel someone else grab me and help get me down from the train onto the platform. My arms are held firmly. I hear more footsteps getting closer to me. Then I sense warm, smokey breath on my neck.

I lift my head a little and try to focus.

I can see two skinheads near the platform edge. I'm sure one was groping the other. Between snogs I could hear them talking. I listened in as best as I could.

"Nice capture Gav! You've earned this".

"Thanks Mick. It took a 'little encouragement', but I got him in the end.

They snogged again. I'd never seen two men show affection to one another, let alone two skinheads.

Then breaking their embrace, I heard one of the other lads say, "yes I suppose he is a bit older but when we break him, I'm sure he’ll be perfect."

I had to wonder what did they mean, 'he'll be perfect'?

Another one of the skinheads spoke, "yeah, wasn't there a guy from somewhere near Birmingham who asked if we could 'recruit' something more mature"?

I hear them all laugh. I can't be sure but I think it was called Mick who spoke next.

"Now shut the fuck up and let’s get him in the van while there's still no one around.”

I feel myself lifted by two of the skinheads. I listen to the stomping of their boots. I'm still trying to work out how many of them there are. Three, maybe four - I can't be sure. I hear the sound of a van door sliding.

"Right, get him inside".

I'm hoisted roughly into the van. I hear the familiar sound of a can opening. Then the door slid closed.

"He needs a bit more of our concoction to knock him out for the journey. Sit him up straight."

I'm put into a seated position on the floor, with my back resting against the side of the van.

"Open wide," I think it was the one called Gav this time. He then grabs onto my jaw.

I resisted momentarily. Bad move, you could sense the change in his demeanor.

"I said OPEN. Don't make me hurt you."

Not wanting to face his wrath I did as told and opened. Slowly he tipped the can to my lips. "Urgh" - there was that weird taste again. I tried match my swallowing to the speed he was pouring. I know that quite a lot of the beer was dribbling down my chin.

Then, pow! "Mmm the taste". All of a sudden something inside me triggered a desire for more. As I did earlier on the train, I started glugging the beer.

One of the skins laughing commented on how much I appeared to like their 'special brew'. In no time at all I'd finished the can.

"Need another Gav?"

"Just wait," he replied.

It only took a few moments and I started drifting away. Before I fell unconscious again I heard the door slide open, boots land on the ground and the door close again. I pretty sure I heard a lock turn. The last thing I remember is the van's engine start up.

Sometime later...

“I think the push fucker is coming around”.

I was regaining my awareness. I felt terrible, my head banging and my mouth tasted like a dustbin. I don't know where I am. The room feels cold. The air seems thick with the stench of bodies, mixed with the pungent smell of tobacco...and something else?

I open my eyes, there in front of my face is a heavy duty black boot with white laces. I see a face a sniggering and then a plume of smoke hits me.

I begin a fit of coughing. In a reflex action I try moving but find my arms are restrained, as are my legs. I'm laid on the floor, a few feet from someone I'd normally cross the street to avoid.

I hear more laughter and sense more bodies entering the room.

One of the voices I remember hearing at the station spoke up. I turned to where the sound was coming from.

"Yeah wake up fucker. It's time to begin your new life".

My coughing fit is ending just as more smoke it blown in my face. I turn my head away from the smoke. That's when I figured out what the something else was, it was the smell of leather.

There, just inches from my face were two pairs of those heavy duty black boots with white laces.

What is to become of me?

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weskie · 6 months ago

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Revenge and Recovery (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

reader is injured, hurt/comfort, shared shower, established relationship | Fic Directory

He isn’t there when you wake. The doctors don’t know what to tell you other than that he brought in the best of the best to ensure your recovery went as smoothly as possible.

Three days go by until you’re discharged with just aches and pains and a couple bandages over your healing gunshot wound. Your assailants hadn’t wanted to kill you, clearly. If they did, they’d have aimed better. You were simply a message.

You’d half expected to find Wesker in his office, but something in your gut told you he was nowhere near home. Probably worlds away, if you had to guess.

The first few days are the worst. Waking up in fits of pain, sweating, breathing labored as you struggle to sit up to take more pain medication. Silly you, letting the aches catch back up to you. It’s difficult to do much of anything, but you persevere. You take it day by day.

By the end of the week, you can lift your arms above your head without the stretch feeling as if you were ripping in two. You have more energy to do the things you enjoy, so you spend your time inside Albert’s study, reclined on his couch as you scribble away in your sketchbook. You feel most comfortable here since everything happened. It’s like you’re surrounded by him, by the man you know would protect you with everything he has even if he isn’t necessarily there to do it. You can only imagine the guilt he’s felt since you were attacked. Not that it was his fault for being absent. He’d been called away over a client attempting to back out of a deal and was attempting to rebuild the bridge to his dreams. You couldn’t and wouldn’t blame him.

The scratch of your pencil becomes like white noise as you fall into your drawing. The more you think of Al, the more your work begins to shape itself into him. The slope of his nose, the cut of his jaw, the shimmer of his cat-like eyes. You’re not the world’s most talented artist, but you’d dare to say you captured his likeness quite well by the time you’re nearly done.

“You’ve got my nose all wrong,” comes a voice from behind you, startling you to jump halfway out of your skin. Your mostly healed injuries protest such sharp movements, but the recognition of that voice dulls every ache. When you turn around, you don’t care at all how badly your body complains. You throw yourself at him entirely.

“Al!” You gasp, tears welling in your eyes. You squeeze him tightly, as if letting go would allow for him to fade away like smoke through your fingers. His arms around you bring you back to earth. They make you feel safer than ever.

It’s only as you relax that you notice something is off. He smells… smokey. There’s a hint of something else, and your eyes go wide when you finally pull away to look at him.

Soot stains mark his face, but not nearly as much as the dried, crusted blood does. It’s all over him, practically from head to toe. It stains his hair, coats his hands and forearms, the thickest areas of it crackle and chip along the folds of his clothes.

“You need never worry about them again, my dear.” He murmurs, removing a stained glove to lift your chin between his bare thumb and forefinger. “They’ve been put down like the feral creatures they are.”

You simply stare at him in wonder.

This isn’t the first time you’ve seen him stained in the blood of his victims, but it’s the first time it’s ever been for you. You can only imagine what must have happened. Perhaps he flew into a blind rage after getting you to safety and tracked down your assailants. Or, worse, maybe he was entirely calm about it.

You imagine the latter would result in significantly more pain for the men who shot you.

The hands that hold you now likely ripped each of your attackers in two, pierced their flesh, tore the hearts from their bodies, but they hold you as though you’re no more than a delicate flower whose petals would fall away with a mere gust of wind.

He says nothing, but he does bury his face into the crook of your neck and breathe you in. After some time, you manage to tug him in the direction of the bathroom. All you wanted was to snuggle him and feel safe while you drift off to sleep, but you wouldn’t dare let him end his day stained in the remains of those who’d wronged you.

The water no longer stings as it runs over your mostly healed wound. A few stitches that hadn’t quite dissolved yet stick out in sporadic patterns, but it isn’t too terribly unsightly. Not that you think your sweet Albert would mind, knowing all that he’s seen in his line of work. The cascade dribbles off his body and swirls pink at your feet, slithering down the drain.

He’s reluctant to let you wash him at first, but you swat his hands away from the shampoo bottle before he can even graze it. This, of course, earns you a smirk and a chuckle.

“Really now?”

Ever the gentleman, he leans down just enough for you to run your fingers through his hair without straining your injury. The occasional patch of dried blood colors the suds the same shade as the rest had run. You decide he needs another pass. You can’t be too thorough, after all.

In return, he does all the same for you. While he glides a washcloth over your body, his other hand ghosts the edges of your wound. Wesker swallows, parts his lips as if to speak, but stumbles over his words.

“They… I made sure–” He pauses, jaw flexing. “They suffered.”

You know it’s killing him. You knew it all along, but seeing it… Seeing it breaks your heart.

“So did you…” You murmur, thumb stroking the edge of his jaw. Wesker averts his eyes, hiding whatever reaction your words stir up, be it tears or simply the glow of his eyes dimming with sorrow. “I’m sorry, sweetheart…” If you’d only been stronger, faster, smarter, anything, the hurt on his face wouldn't be there.

There is precious little in this world he cares for. Before you met him, Wesker seemed the type of man to disregard anyone and anything if it meant furthering his goals. By some odd miracle, you became the exemption. As you found yourself growing closer to him, a fondness the likes of which you’d never seen him express to anything appeared seemingly out of thin air. One minute you were just another subordinate that he was, admittedly, strangely kind to, and the next you were the apple of his eye.

It doesn’t make the woe in his gaze any less painful. Knowing what you mean to him makes it worse, actually. That your life means that much, that your very existence is worth unmaking another’s…

“M’sorry I let you down…”

No sooner than the words leave your mouth is there a finger curled under your chin to redirect your gaze to his. “Impossible,” he rasps. He leans down to press your foreheads together, brushing the tip of his nose against yours before releasing a shuddering breath. “And you never will…”

For now, you two will bask in each other’s presence. You’ll curl up together and revel in the momentary calm before your next inevitable storm. Such is the price you pay for the heart you call home.

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #resident evil #dead by daylight #dbd #albert wesker fanfiction #god i finally posted after all this time aksjldfhalsjkdfh #so sorry for the wait #genuinely lol like. this one was on hold for a WHILE #request

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arabaka · 6 months ago

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YEAH YEAH YEAH REIGEN SMOKING BAD YEAH YEAH YEAH but.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ nsfw. reigen arataka x afab! reader. smoking (I don't smoke so don't make fun of me too bad if I got things wrong TT~TT). oral sex (reigen receiving). takes place before reigen meets mob.

Reigen walking up the steps to his apartment with a little more weight than usual.

Maybe this business thing won't pan out after all. Three clients the whole day. Man, my shoulder hurts. I need to smoke.

"I'm homeee." He calls out, though he's unsure if you're there right away because all the lights are off.

"Hereee." You reply with the same lackluster drawl, sprawled on the bed in your underwear and one of Reigen's old shirts. It was your day off and this is exactly how you spent it: lazing around.

It was a great day.

His... Was not. You hear it by the way the couch creaks under his weight as his body crumples to a seat.

"Hey..." You crawl off the bed, standing between his legs while he works on his suit jacket. Cupping his face in your hands, you bring his gaze to yours before asking, "Bad day?"

Nod.

"Want me to make it better?"

Nod.

He hates smoking inside.

Why doesn't he go outside, you ask?

Well...

The end of the cigarette crackles as Reigen draws in a breath and you hear the inevitable tap, tap, tap of the ashes shortly after. He's feeling better, the buzz of nicotine coaxing his brain to a relaxed state.

But what's really relieving his stress is the work you're putting in as you sit on the floor, in-between his legs.

His white shirt is crumpled above his belly button, exposing his happy trail. His belt unbuckled and pants unzipped, you have his cock in your fist and you're rolling your wrist at a lazy pace, but that's what he likes when he's had a long day.

The room is still and quiet; all that exists is you, him, and the smokey haze that drifts out of the room like his negative energy. His eyes, half-lidded, stop staring at the ceiling, instead focusing on you. How he can’t believe he gets to come home to you. How he’s lucky you’ve stuck around. How good you’re making him feel right now. His free hand rests on the top of your head, his hips softly bucking towards your mouth as a silent indicator: Faster.

You listen and listen well. The room is no longer surrounded by silence. You’ve started slurping around his cock, running your mouth up and down the slender shaft. Your head bobs, alternating just how much of his length you take. Sometimes you suck the tip and that really gets him groaning.

Another drag of the cigarette and the second-hand smoke assaults your senses. You close your eyes, starting to swirl your tongue around Reigen’s cock. It’s easy to lose yourself in sucking Reigen off. It feels just as good for you as it does for him.

“Just a little more… Just a little more…” He moans under his breath. You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or himself but it’s hot either way; you start to rub your clit, the bundle of nerves pulsing even harder when his cock throbs in your mouth.

You’re too good for him. He thinks to himself after another puff. “I love you.” Reigen murmurs, watching in adoration as you get him off, working hard because you know he’s had a bad day.

“G-God…” Reigen grunts, head falling back on the couch as his hand leaves you to cover his face. You have him thrusting into your mouth now and you know he’s chasing a high all the cigarettes in the world couldn’t give him.

The cigarette is long put out by the time his body is on top of yours, the residual smoke still lingering in the air as he slots his cock in front of your pussy. Reigen doesn’t last long but you don’t mind. You rub yourself on his leg after he’s finished, sucking on his neck as he glides his fingers along your back.

Reigen’s fingers twitch. He kind of wants to smoke again.

But he wants to make you cum more.

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mochiepie · 6 months ago

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𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 🍒

✨🍡♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠) ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ ˢᶠᵂ,ᵈⁱʳᵗʸ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵏᵉⁿᵗᵒ, ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵏᵉⁿᵗᵒ,ᴶᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ. ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)✨🍡

🍡 Your loving husband has been busy for a week by now with his hectic schedule and work load. Going to office early in the morning, then going to exorcise curses, coming home late at night, directly goin to sleep, with no cuddling or spending time with you... The love was gone as if. Your once lovey dovey cutesy husband, vanished as if... And now? You're stuck with a workaholic Stranger.

🍡So, now you have decided, to make him taste the same shit he has been making you swallow. You thought to confront him about this.. but.. a wicked idea popped right inside your nasty mind. You have been craving your lovey dovey Husband alot.. but- The treatment which he was giving you? PATHETIC! he deserves a punishment doesn't he? That's when the idea clicked in. You decided, to pull a prank on him, right when he comes home.. obviously Late at night!

🍡 You decided to order a scandalous, sexy, revealing looking dress for yourself. Making sure, the dress looked tooo vulgar. You knew, that Kento would immediately notice it. He maybe is busy, but his eyes never missed the opportunity to eye you down. NANAMI knows what's your style and fashion taste, he knows that you don't like wearing revealing clothes outside.. and well, that's what u have planned. You knew, NANAMI couldn't afford to let you wear something this vulgar outside, he knows how men act especially to a women as sexy like you. You were only made for him, and his words were like written on stone. Not untill now, cuz it's the time to give him a punishment.

🍡 you wore the mini black dress, which revealed alot of your cleavage, of your ample breasts. The dress merely covered your fat ass cheeks, or your plump thighs much. Just the perfect sight of sore eyes. To make it more obvious, you decided to wear black heels and a red lipstick with a smokey eye look.. now it's obvious. You ain't just going out.. nah. This would make him enough suspicious. You patiently waited in the living room with your purse for NANAMI to come home.. so that u could start ur prank.

🍡 7:00pm! At exact time, the entrance door opened, revealing your hot husband, wearing his suit, looking so sexy and fuckable for you. But- it wasn't the time. Right now, it's his punishment time. You smirked to yourself, and stood up, walking towards him, heels clinkerin on the marble floor. NANAMI instantly looked at you, when he heard the sound of.. heels? Why were u wearing heels in the house first of all? Soon enough his eyes widened seeing, that "Dress" well he won't even consider that as a piece of cloth, cuz weren't clothes suppose to hide the body parts? So, this dress of yours.. what's it hiding? He immediately walked towards you in the speed of light, grabbing your arm harshly.

🍡 care to explain me what you wearing Baby? Is it.. something for me?

Nope, I actually, am going out with my friends. So.. I'll be late. Dinner is cooked. Have it. Bye. (You said in a cold tone) obviously you wanted him to feel that same neglected feeling you have been feeling for weeks .. he deserved the taste of his own medicine right. But oh well, his eyes instantly Went red as if. He immediately picked you up on his shoulder, as if you were a sack of potatoes and walked towards your shared bedroom, locking the door with his another hand. He remained silent, not even uttering any word.

🍡 NANAMI! LEAVE ME! WHAT ARE U DOIN? I SPENT HOURS TO GET READY. DON'T RUIN MY DRESS AND HAIR.. MY MAKEUP.. NANA- ... your lips were sealed by his own, kissing your roughly, his tongue invading in your mouth, he began to suck your tongue. You could feel the rage bubbling out from him. He was furious. Yet he was trying to stay calm, cuz he didn't want to, cannot even, hurt his princess.

🍡 He stopped kissing you and directly looked at your eyes.. his piercing gaze, digging holes into your soul. You instantly avoided the eye contact,. Again your stupidity, caused your pretty slutty dress to rip apart in pieces, as nanami loathed this dress now. He would've loved this dress if you said you were wearing it for him, but? Friends? Who the fuck were your friends? They were deserving enough to see u like this? He was kinda amused and irritated by your audacity. Well, time to teach u a lesson. He immediately, tore that dress, ripping away with the lace bra underneath even, and throwing it across the room. Before you could protest, you were slammed onto the soft mattress of the bed.. " think you can, dress like a whore and roam around? Forgot that you're a wife now? That u belong to me hah? "

YOU'RE BEING MEAN!! If you can ignore me for days and don't bother about my existence despite me being your wife.. if you can't forget your husband duties..THEN I can too leave being your wife for days yeah???

🍡 that's when NANAMI realised where all this was coming from. His gaze softened and he immediately hugged you. You were surprised, but you didn't wanted your anger to vanish, no.. just because your lovely, hardworking, husband is showing you affection can't melt you.. can't can't.. can't oh yes... Fuck. You instantly wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling into his massive chest, crying already. He began to pepper your head with kisses, muttering sorries and love you's. Your heart exploded when you felt his tears trinkling down your skin. You immediately looked upon him and licked his tears away. "Such a naughty girl, innocent yet so... Naughty" he smiled as he hugged you again, tightly. " Don't cry, sorry baby, i should've confronted you rather then taking such naughty prank stuff. Sowwie. I ain't going anywhere out.. wearing such provocative outfit. I wore it to make you notice me.. and make you jealous a little bit..." He instantly looked at you in disbelief, but again smiled.. his face showed that he was guilty... "Let me make it up to you princess"

Part 2?? Want it? Then comment.

#smut #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #kento smut #kento x reader #kento x y/n #jjk kento #kento nanami smut #kento nanami #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami x reader #jujutsu nanami #jjk nanami

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nightmyst14-blog · 3 months ago

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Regaining Treasures Part 5

Setting: Bunt Cheese has been moved to the medical bay, watched over by servants and the royal family. A few days later, they received good news.*

Pure Vanilla; *running into the throne room* He’s awake!!

Golden Cheese; *looks up from playing cards with Dark Cacao, gasps* Is he??

Pure Vanilla: *nods* Go and take a look.

Golden Cheese; * *spreads her wings and flies to the medical bay.* *rushes inside, and sees Burnt Cheese sitting up, petting the jackal on his lap*

Burnt Cheese: *blinks a few times, looking up* Ah.. Your….Your R-Radiance..

Golden Cheese; *stunned, staring* ….

Burnt Cheese: *bows his head, looking sad.* F-forgive me , my queen. For I failed in guarding our sacred gates from intruders. Any punishment you wish to place upon me, I will-

Golden Cheese: *flies over to him, hugs him tight* My baby!! *cries* My little moon, you’re back!!!

Burnt Cheese: *shocked, looking at her.* Ah- You’re not…

*Mozzarella and Smoked Cheese scramble into the room, Smoked Cheese pushing his sister’s wheelchair while hobbling behind it*

Golden Cheese: I missed you so much.. I’m so sorry, my baby!! You were the first to fall, and I wasn't there!!!

Burnt Cheese: *shocked* I.. I am just your gatekeeper, I was just-

Golden Cheese: *cups his face* You work so hard to protect my kingdom, you forget yourself. Look at you, you can barely move your limbs..

Burnt Cheese: I-I will recover, your Radiance… The gates still need guarding…

Golden Cheese: Ugh, listen to me! I just-

Smoked Cheese: *interrupts* PRINCE Burnt Cheese Cookie ! Just SHUT UP!

Burnt Cheese: *looks over, his jackal ears laying flat against his head as he growls.*You dont get to-

Smoked Cheese; NO! Let me finish! *He flaps his stiff wings*

Burnt Cheese; *glares* ……

Smoked Cheese: Look here, you idiot. I'm the LAST person to say it, but LISTEN to her as our MOTHER, not as our queen! We thought we LOST you. As if you couldn't be brought back!

Burnt Cheese: Well.. I failed in my task to guard the gates. I dont think she should have-

Smoked Cheese: No shut up! *grunts* Before being the Gatekeeper, you are our brother, her SON. The second prince of the kingdom! My baby brother! You didn't think we felt the same! YOU DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE FIRST IN THAT ATTACK!

*the room fell silent, beside hearing the other ancients footsteps coming to the room.*

Burnt Cheese: *looks away, quiet.*

Smoked Cheese: *shaky sigh.* Despite everything… Despite our constant fighting.. You didnt think it HURT to see you all??? When your skull was beaten in?? When your mask cracked to reveal jam spilling from your head?? I was TOO late to save you!

Burnt Cheese: ….

Mozzarella: *worried* Smokey….

Golden Cheese: Birdie…

Smoked Cheese: I.. I couldn't save you.. *dips his head low* So I did all I could to save our sister… yet that failed.. They were too strong..

Golden Cheese: That is not your fault, Smokey.. They swept down on you all so quick as a brushfire..

Mozzarella; *Nods* Even my best-made defenses couldn't work..

Burnt Cheese; *frowns, looks down at his hands and body all bandaged in places.* I still failed you all… It was my duty to guard the gates..

Golden Cheese; I don't care about that! *Hugs Burnt Cheese tight*

Burnt Cheese: *grunts a bit in pain, looks at her* You radian- AH.. I mean, M-Mother..

Golden Cheese; *sniffles* M-My little moon forgive me.. You were closest to touching the outside world from our kingdom.. Yet you were chained to your post… unable to move.. It kept you from running.. I'm so sorry…

Burnt Cheese; *frowns, silent tears run down his face as he rests his chin on Golden Cheese’s hair, doing his best to hug her.*

Smoked Cheese: *sighs a bit, smiles. He gently rubs Golden Cheese's back.*

Mozzarella: *smiles* I missed you guys...

Golden Cheese: *Reaches for them* Come here you two. I .. I just.. Let me hold you three.

Smoked Cheese: *Helps Mozzarella over to Burnt Cheese's side, but he and Mozzarella join the hug.*

Golden Cheese: * wraps her wings around all three, cries tears of joy.* My babies.. My little treasures…

Burnt Cheese, Smoked Cheese, and Mozzarella: *hugs her tight, soon weeping themselves*

Golden Cheese: *smiles, sniffles* … all back.. All here… I won't let go of you three again..

*Pure Vanilla and the others watch this scene with tear-filled happiness, letting the little family to rest and regroup. The Golden Sovereign was dimmed for a moment, now it was just Golden Cheese and her little ones, all back together.*

Olive: * gently knocks, peeks in while carrying Fettuccine:* ..May we come in?

Fettuccine: Faba!!

Burnt Cheese: *looks* Little Mummy.. Youre alright...

Olive: She was waiting for you to wake up. *sets Fettuccine down.*

Fettuccine: *waddles out, climbs up into his arms.* Faba…

Burnt Cheese: *Smiles, kissing her head,* Missed you too, my little mummy…

Smoked Cheese: Wait, so Im an uncle?

Mozzarella: *giggles* You didnt know??

Smoked Cheese: No! I barely left the royal quarters! Being advisor is a lot of work you know!!

Burnt Cheese: Hush Smokey.. My head still hurts..

Golden Cheese: *laughs* Already back your antics aren't you? But.. things are going to change around here.

Burnt Cheese: Huh"

Mozzarella: What do you mean, Mother?

Golden Cheese; Well, Our abundant kingdom is still in need of repair and there are many citizens I must help to reawaken... So, I'm establishing trade between the other kingdoms, BUT..

Smoked Cheese: But?

Mozzarella: What is it?

Golden Cheese: I want you three to be the ambassadors for it, traveling to the other regions to spread out the tales of the Golden Sovereign!

Smoked Cheese; W-What..?

Mozzarella: We get to explore.. outside the kingdom??

Pure Vanilla; Yes. Your mother was talking about it with rest of us. THe other ancients and I think this a wonderful idea.

Golden Cheese: Its about time I let you three spread your wings and explore.. O-Only when you all are FULLY HEALED!! Not before then!!

Burnt Cheese, Smoked Cheese, and Mozzarella: *laughs*

Mozzarella: As you wish, mother.

Smoked Cheese; I always want to see the snow of the Dark Cacao Kingdom.

Mozzarella: Ooh! Finally! I get to visit Hollyberry kingdom and try their delicaicies..

Burnt Cheese: it will be odd to leave my post for the first time.... But I suppose I could try..

Golden Cheese: *smiles* Of course, my treasures..

Hope you guys enjoyed the main story of Regaining Treasures!

I plan to make a minisode and a BONUS thing for this. Nevertheless I hope you enjoyed this story!

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #golden cheese kingdom #golden cheese cookie #burnt cheese cookie #smoked cheese cookie #mozzarella cookie #olive cookie #fettuccine cookie

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oceansblvds · 1 year ago

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after dark ; astarion (baldur's gate)

pairing ; astarion x reader

words ; 1.9k

about ; "It was a simple plan, really. Learn what makes you happy, use it against you. Copy and paste from what he had been trained for, make you feel instead of lure you away to some castle. Make you vulnerable, make you trust, make you oh so easy to manipulate."

warning(s) ; fluff, romance, eventual smut, the first chapter of a two part series, cazador (warning in itself), astarion needs a hug, astarion's feelings (another warning in itself),

authors note ; heyyyyy. i've been inactive for a while but i guess all it took was a vampire spawn blonde twink to show up for me to start writing again. anyways! this is the first chapter of a two part series. consider me whipped.

In his years of trying to push away his feelings, none of them compared to this.

It was an absolute yearning that he had only felt for another person when he wanted to feed, when he wanted to bite something, an almost cannibalistic feeling that had come over him since he had escaped from Cazador’s grasps. He was free. Free to do what he wanted, to bite who he wanted, to feel how ever he wanted and yet, things were still hard for him to manage. The world was so much different than the tiny tidbits of memories that he could remember from his life before being vampire spawn. He couldn’t remember how to act, he couldn’t remember how to feel. It was deep inside of him, and sometimes he wondered if it was there no longer, if all the humanity had been stripped out, leaving him bare and broken, just the way that Cazador had wanted him.

The moment that he woke up from the nautiloid crash he had thought that being alone would be the best option. He wouldn’t have to listen to anyone else, he wouldn’t have to deal with anyone's incessant whining but his own. But the moment he saw someone coming up to him, just as broken and smokey eyed as him, he had moments of doubt. He didn’t have to be alone anymore, no matter how much he was conditioned to do so. If he was to show any type of connection to any of his ‘brothers’ or ‘sisters’, his master would take them away from him, he would hurt them, and he hoped to whatever god that was out there, if there were any, that it wouldn’t be the fate for you.

You.

The thought made his stomach churn.

It was a simple plan, really. Learn what makes you happy, use it against you. Copy and paste from what he had been trained for, make you feel instead of lure you away to some castle. Make you vulnerable, make you trust, make you oh so easy to manipulate. Copy and paste. Words spoken to you with a type of adoration that only he was good at making sound sweet despite the intentions behind them, make you want. He had done this to hundreds, no, thousands of people in his many years of living and still, you made his plan falter. Only at first ever so slightly, he thought that it was a good thing, maybe you were more easy to manipulate than he previously thought. But then you began to see him, really see him even if you weren’t trying to. You were speaking to him like he was a normal person, like he wasn’t a slave to be ordered around. You didn’t make him bite the drow, you didn’t make him do things that he didn’t want to do despite his words telling you differently. You knew him.

And it made him absolutely sick.

Words that he didn’t have the strength to speak continued to pile up in his throat, clawing their deep nails into his flesh with each passing day. But it was a better pain than the one that he would inevitably bring on you. He would rather feel that pain than hurt you. He had come to realize that he would do anything that he could to make sure that you didn’t get hurt. Whether it be standing in front of you when a stray arrow flew or offering to bandage up a cut on your arm, he always made sure you weren’t hurt.

“Astarion.”

Astarion looked up from the blade of grass he had been staring intently at for the last few minutes, his red eyes shifting instead to you, standing above him with your hands by your side. You’d changed into your nightclothes since the last time he saw you, a few scrapes peppering your face and neck were now visible to him and he could smell you, smell your blood, how tantalizing it was. If he didn’t know any better he would reach out for your hand and plant a kiss on the top of it, a quick thanks for all the things that you didn’t realize meant so much to him. All the things you had done to make him feel human again. Even his name on your lips, Astarion, meant more than it ever had in the past. In previous years it had been said as an order, but the way that you spoke it was so soft, so pretty, so real. If he hadn’t been sitting down on the small blanket outside of his tent he would’ve felt his body wobble.

“Yes, darling?”

“I just wanted to make sure that you were alright. I know our mission tomorrow . . . it won’t be easy for you.”

The mission that you spoke of was something that he had dreamt about since being freed from the nautiloid. Finally taking down Cazador, getting rid of his reign of tyranny and facing his captor for two hundred years. It had taken a while to come into fruition. You and everyone had been coming up with a stable plan for a few days now while you rested from your fight from Moonrise Towers. After a brief word, no, interrogation of a few of his brothers and sisters, you all had learned that Cazador wanted to complete the ritual in a day's time. That meant that you had to strike tomorrow and strike hard. But the nerves had gotten in the way of him getting any sort of substantial rest, and Astarion should’ve known that you would be able to see it. See right through him.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be? Finally getting my revenge,” He spoke, almost as though it was a well rehearsed line. His usual tone prickled through the air and his eyes searched for any answer that his deceit had worked on you.

“I know, but it must be hard to think about going back to that place.” It hadn’t worked.

You took a kneel down, making your way to the same level as him, sitting oh so close that he was sure if you had gone any further your knees would touch. And that made him chuckle to himself, that he could get so overwhelmed by a mere brush of your touch. “I just want you to make sure that we’re with you all the way. I’m with you all the way,” You almost whispered the last part, and he wondered if you were scared of letting others know of the gentleness you were granting him. Of course, that couldn’t be far from the truth, but it was whatever his mind concocted in the moment. A small smile flashed across your face and he wondered what your lips tasted like. If he would ever be granted that blessing. “You don’t have to hide yourself from me.” The words weren’t spoken but he knew that they were there. You were referring to the night after the Drow incident, when he pulled you aside and gave you a personal thanks for not allowing him to bite that woman. It was the closest you had ever gotten with him, your delicate hand pressed against his own, fingers nimbly interlacing together in a pattern that was only known to the two of you. He knew he didn’t have to hide himself from you, though the fear was still there. He wasn’t sure if it was fear of rejection, or fear of harm. You didn’t deserve to be with someone like him. You deserved to be with someone kind, someone who didn’t have the burden that he had. Someone who could assure you that everything would be fine, someone who could give you safety, give you a family. Astarion wasn’t that person. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be that person.

“Thank you,” He said with true sincerity, his gaze breaking for a tiny moment as he went to grab your hand, putting his other one on top of yours. Astarion knew he was being greedy of your touch, but perhaps he would die tomorrow. He had to indulge. Even if it was just a mere touch. “You know, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. I know that facing Cazador is not on your top priority list.” You still hadn’t killed Orin or Gortash yet. You still were no closer to taking down the Absolute’s power, and a part of him felt guilty for having his burdens fall on your shoulders.

The look on your face almost hinted as though he had offended you. For a moment he believed it was his touch but instead you squeezed his hand, leaning in closer almost instinctively. “Of course I have to come with you. I wouldn’t dream of making you do this alone,” You said. “You know, sometimes it seems as though you can’t comprehend that people care about you, Astarion.” A blush tinted your cheeks. “I care about you, I want to make sure that you’re safe.”

His body betrayed himself. It was as though he was looking at the scene from above.

Astarion closed the gap between the two of you, hand reaching for your soft cheek and pulling you in, pressing his lips against your own. He heard a muffled noise come from the back of your throat and waited for you to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Instead you pushed closer, putting your hand on his own, another making its way to the crook of his neck. Your fingers brushed ever so slightly against the two puncture marks on the side of his neck and instead of fear he felt safe. Pushing away from the kiss, taking a breath, he instinctively looked to the sides, seeing that the tents of your fellow companions had been long since tied up for the night. His gaze fell back on you and your cheeks were even more flushed than they had been just a moment before, if it was even possible.

You opened your mouth to speak. “I-”

“I’m really sor-” He blurted.

“Wasn’t expecting-”

“I lost control of my-”

“It’s really oka-”

“We should forget-”

“I’m glad you did.”

The back and forth dissipated and Astarion was sure that he had to have misheard you. You didn’t walk away, you didn’t cower in fear, you only returned your hands to his, index finger brushing against his own as they sat in his lap. He gave you a quizzical look, wondering what could possibly be going on in that beautiful head of yours.

“I’m glad that you did,” You repeated, a whisper this time. It held the power of a million forces of the sun, the way that you said it. “I used to think that it was silly of me to think that way of you . . . of wanting you during these times but. . .” You trailed off, a tiny look of embarrassment twinged at your face. “I am just glad that my fondness of you makes you feel safe enough, you know, safe enough to feel.”

Oh, Astarion had been such a fool.

This entire time he had thought that he was protecting you. All those times that you had helped him overcome whatever he was going through . . . when you would let him feed off of you . . . when you did nothing but allow him to be himself. Not a slave, not something that could be ordered around for another, but as himself, as just Astarion.

You had been his protector this entire time.

#astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate fanfiction #astarion smut

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star-suh · 1 year ago

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Sexy Night

Lee Donghyuck x Male Reader

cw: idol au, top male reader, bottom donghyuck, titjob, blowjob, cum swallowing, established relationship, nipple play, throat bulge :0, some praises here and there.

an: he looks so pretty in those pics omg (*^^*) the smokey eye make up suits him so well

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donghyuck and yn were on bed, the tv was on but they were busy kissing each other “i missed this lips all day” said donghyuck caressing yn's cheeks. “you know who else missed it?” asked yn with a smirk, grabbing the other's hand and putting it on his bulge…

yn was straddling donghyuck, his dick resting on the latter's chest “look how horny your tits make me hyuck… i'm leaking so much” yn slaps his cock and smears some of the pre-cum on the other's lips “it tastes so good i want more” moaned the bottom.

donghyuck's chest was all smeared in lube along with yn's cock, he began to thrust “it feels so good hyuckie” moaned yn, his hands groping the other's chest “you're nipples are so sensitive”.

donghyuck was a blushing mess, whimpering every time he felt yn's fingers brushing and pinching his nipples. while yn kept thrusting, the tip of his cock was being kissed by donghyuck, he started licking and sucking only the tip as if it was a lollipop.

“there you go, keep sucking it baby” the wet sounds along with the couple's moans and whimpers filled the room, praises being thrown here and there letting each other know how good they felt being together.

yn was about to cum when he stopped, donghyuck's mouth missing that delicious salty taste of the other's dick, "why did you stopped? you were almost cumming" he pouted, "yeah” he blurted out “but i want to cum while fucking your throat”. he straddles now hyuck's chest and started to mouthfuck him starting slowly, his dick going in and out “fuck both your holes are so tight.. you really were made to be used by me”.

donghyuck just nodded, his eyes were watery, trying to control his gag reflexes

chasing that feeling that only his partner could give him, yn grabbed the other's head and thrusted hard, every thrust drawing gushy wet sounds out of hyuck's throat “you're doing so good for me hyuck, you're the best”.

every thrust also formed a bulge on his throat that donghyuck touches to feel how deep yn can go inside his throat “if you keep doing that i'm gonna flood you with cum” warned yn. hyuck didn't listened to him and continued doing it, causing the other to cum minutes later, yn's dick was throbbing while spurting load after load of semen “shit i told you to not do that fuuuck~” he grunted “breath through your nose. that's right, keep doing it.. i'm a-almost done..”. hyuck obeyed while also swallowing the sperm trying to free his throat so he can breathe normally.

yn takes it out carefully inch by inch, his cock covered in thick saliva and some of his cum that. dripped on hyuck's face, the latter catching his breath while caressing his sore throat “fuck” he pants “i don't think i can sing tomorrow.. i probably would wake up with my throat hurting”; “don't worry hyuck, i'm gonna make some tea for you. i'm sure you're gonna be amazing tomorrow” yn kissed his forehead then dressed and leave the room while donghyuck went to the shower getting ready to go to sleep.

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killianjonesapologist · 9 days ago

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I wrote a small fix for these two basically detailing what happened after Rafe tried to drown Sarah and him going to Barry so ik it’s not what I’d usually do but idk this is my account so I do wut I want 😛

Includes!- swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of hearing voices, hurt/comfort, angst, very briefly beta read, Rafe Cameron psychosis

“BARRY! HEY MAN OPEN UP!” Barry comes grumbling and stomping over to the screen door.

“Shit bro chill the fuck out— aye man what happened to you, did your daddy whoop your ass?” He rested a hand on Rafe’s shoulder, noticing the tears spewing from his eyes and the bruises littering his cheeks.

“I… Barry I…” he hesitated, Barry would of course understand, but something as extreme as attempted murder on your own sister would be something to process.

“C’mon, spit it out country club.” He gave him a gentle shake as his grip on Rafe shoulder tightened

“Sarah she— and then I tried too— and then Topp he—“ the words broken up between choked out sobs, his palms hitting the sides of his head, making an attempt to quiet the voices screaming at him.

“Look at me man, calm. down. Ok? Just breathe bro, breathe” he extended the last syllable and took a deep breath of his own as an example, Rafe trying to follow his pattern.

“Just in and out. Ok? Now tell me what’s up.”

“Sarah, she uh— she’s just always against us you know, like, she just doesn’t understand that we’re trying to be a good family for her. She has to keep running her mouth and disrespecting all dad has done for her. I— I couldn’t take it anymore. She wouldn’t stop fucking arguing with me

and I—“ he rambled on as the tears eventually bubbled up again.

Barry nodded at his every word, taking in every piece of information. He had grown accustomed to all of Rafe’s mannerisms, his nervous stutter, the way he tapped on his head and neck, his fluttering eyelashes trying to blink away tears. He moved his grip from his shoulder down to his hand, taking it in his own.

“Whatever you’ve done, I’ve done worse. I’ve told you this.”

“I tried to drown her.”

Barry stayed silent for a beat. Shit. Rafe knew he had fucked it up. He should never have come here. He should never have trusted him.

“Come on,” Barry said, gesturing to his open door.

“What?” Rafe’s confusion was visible. Did he miss the attempted murder part?

“What, are you gonna deny a place to sleep away from your dad? Just come inside.”

He followed behind Barry like he was told, the instant warmth of the smokey trailer was a comfort he had grown to love in the past few months.

Once they got inside Barry pointed at his couch, signaling for him to sit. The gesture was a bit degrading, Rafe so easily taking to this dog-like command, but he didn’t mind with Barry. He would never let anyone else talk to him in the way Barry did, though.

They both took their seat next to each other on the couch. Barry rested an arm against the back of it while still keeping hold of one of Rafe’s hands in the other.

His mind had been racing but he was only able to conceive one thought,

“These hands… these god given hands. The same ones used to kill and hurt. The hands he used to drown his own his sister. The weapons on his wrists that Barry held so delicately. He was dangerous, everyone on the island knew it, but Barry would forever be the one thing that made him less of a monster.”

#rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe obx #rafe cameron analysis #barry obx #barry x rafe #rafe x barry #rafebarry #obx #barry outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fic #obx fanfiction

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minnipe · 7 months ago

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We’re good at being troubled.

Aemond Targaryan x reader. {laenor/ Rhaenyra’s daughter}

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{} Warnings! : slightly angst? : conflicting feelings. Not quite enemies but not friends:. {typical Targaryen vibes} vulgar language.: shitty writing. : Description of reader. [ typical velaryon features/ white hair/ lavender eyes—the skin of a biracial person.{} I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think. reblogs are appreciated 😊

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This is not done! Just trying out something let me know if you would want it to be developed into a full fic!

Word count : 444

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Aemond Targaryan hates Reader. He hates everything about her. He hates her lavender eyes that seem to be rimmed with gold. He hates her long curly hair the color of her mother's instead of the brown like her bastard brothers. He hates the way his own father pays more attention to her than him. He hates everything about her. Yet he remembers when they were young when they would lay in the gardens. His head rested in her lap as she ate lemon cakes. He remembers when she would watch him train along with his brother and cousins. The feeling he would get when they would spend the hours of the day in the library reading books in high valyrian together. They used to be close. Always together, intertwined. Her brother changed it. The night she took his side when he took his eye changed it. He hates her. He hates that he still thinks about her, that she chose her brother who hurt him over him.

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The smokey air swarmed your nose. The smell of dragon overtaking your senses as you flew. You and your family making the trip to the Red Keep. Aemond was someone you were never close with even less so now that a petition over who was going to rule over Driftmark even though your grandfather Corlys made it clear he wanted Lucerys to rule. It was stupid, yet the fear of Your dear brother getting embarrassed in front of all those people built inside of you leaked slowly. You knew of course that Your brothers were bastards. It was clear for everyone to see. The chestnut brown of their hair and eyes the milkyness of their skin. But it didn’t matter. The king didn’t care. Neither should anyone else. They were velaryon in heart. Your father claimed them before his death. The death that started the spiral. Enough things are going on right now. Yet being forced to go to the king’s landing was the worst. Your nerves ached as you rode at a regulated pace. Petting the pure white dragon as he cooed against you. Matanys you named him he hatched the night after you were born. Roaring he was bigger than the average dragon growing at a faster pace than most. Your closest companion, other than your brothers. Memories flooded you as flashes from the past took over. When things were easier you promised Aemond that you would take him to ride when he grew big enough. Childhood promises melted into bitter thoughts. You didn't need to take him on your dragon he had one of his own. One he paid for in blood.

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*~ Yo, so why is Aemond such a fucking dick? He isn't such a badass actually He's only here because he ran away Because some shit happened back, home he's actually a dweeb Yo, what happened?*~

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necroromantics · 1 year ago

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🪓 — “Ticci” Toby Rogers

the boy with mudded sneakers and peach juice on his lips

- a tragic boy. loss runs deep in his bones, rotting him from the inside out. his young muddy eyes have seen so much they resemble ones of a veteran returning home from war. atrocities coat his arms, stained red.

- he’s brunette, his like mother, he also has her heart. he has his fathers nose though, and his temper. the violence sparks from his tongue, while his heartstrings tug. nobody knows if he’s weak, or the strongest boy they’ve ever met.

- feral. rabid. like a bad dog who hasn’t been fed from a caring hand in years. he has been deprived for so long he has only learnt to take it by force. in a dog eat dog world, he will bare his teeth and go for the throat. its how he grew up, its all he knows.

- in another world, he could’ve been kind. maybe he could’ve even been a good person. but not here, goodness is not found in the ground beneath his feet or the smokey air he breaths. fire fills his lungs and pours from his mouth. the boy will destroy everything he touches. people around him know better than to get too close, for they know he bites.

- and when he bites, he bites hard. many have tried to muzzle him, sedate the rage that he holds clenched between his teeth like a medal of dishonour. he will scream, kick, fight. he will hurt others without shame or remorse. and when he brings you to your knees, you will look up to see a twisted smile twitching on his face. you know he likes the power.

- so you can say he’s a monster, a horrible person. he is a killer after all, the worst of the worst. you cannot teach an old dog new tricks, and sometimes people can’t be saved. the boy will dig his own grave as he’s done with bodies upon bodies before him. mud and blood coats his scarred hands and his ripped up jeans. and he will one day lay six feet under where he knew he should’ve been all those years.

- toby should’ve been dead. and by all means, he is dead. a sick ruthless rot consumes him, like a maggot filled corpse. there are ropes around his limbs, attached to the unknown which commands him. he wakes up with blood on his hands, not knowing where he has been. he isn’t scared. he has nothing to lose.

- he has a taste for peaches. this fondness is the most human you’ll see the boy become. his late sister had peach scented perfume. he always hated the scent. but despite this, you will find the pits in abandoned cabins or littered around the forest grounds, being picked up by squirrels, and you know. you know he’s been here. you know he still has a taste for all he’s lost.

- sometimes, people will play with the idea the boy isn’t as bad as he seems. he has been hurt, more than you could imagine. they will twirl the concept of a troubled boy, a victim of his history, a poor soul, like a lit match in their hands. and soon they will realize it only burns.

- toby rogers is not a good person. he could’ve been. god knows he could’ve. but he has torn families apart, hurt innocents, destroyed things that were once so loved. he reeks of smoke and loss. the smell is pungent, it trickles down your throat and chokes you. his cigarettes burn holes into your favourite shirt, he will cut your hair, smash your new cd. again and again, he will destroy in any new way. and he gets creative.

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kca1516 · 1 month ago

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Ready for You - by Kca1516

Summary:

Present for my co-writer/bestie/cousin - here’s some Christmas themed sexy Bucky Barnes as requested :)

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You and Bucky are together, you want to have rougher sex and so does he - but he’s nervous about hurting you. And he’s a little bit of an asshole about it sooooo you show him that he either has to step up to play or lose what’s his.

Also on ao3

Part 1

Final Part:

You all arrived at the party to a swarm of photographers.

Tony had warned you there would be mild press before and after the event, it was good for business to let people know The Avengers were back and better than ever before.

Still, Bucky had steered you through the interviewers without much comment on anything. He didn’t like the press or the chaos of it all, and you were happy to bypass it. Still, it took you too long to make it inside and when you did the rooms were filled with people you didn't know.

There were a good amount of Shield agents and other scientists you worked with, but they made up a smaller portion of the population then you would have hoped.

You didn’t really like parties, preferring to stick to the sidelines.

Bucky knew it, too.

“I see some empty seats in the left hand corner, it’s shadowed and away from the dance floor. We wouldn’t be bothered and if you want you can get more drunk than you already are.”

That annoyed you.

As if the only reason you were drunk didn’t have to do entirely with him. You caught Nat’s eye from across the room, she nodded at you to get on with it already. She had a plan, and up until now you weren’t sure you were going to go through with it.

Finally, you gave Bucly your most unimpressed glare.

“Actually, I think I’d like to mingle, maybe dance a bit, and if I have another drink that’s none of your damn business.”

Bucky pursed his lips unhappily, and didn’t have the foresight to go after you before you were out of reach. You ignored the hole burning through the back of your head as you made your way to the coat room attendant.

You looked around once, giving yourself a pep talk before you revealed yourself to this night. Other women were wearing outfits as fancy as yours, but none were as short or as revealing.

Usually this would cause you to run off to hide in comfort, not tonight.

“Excuse me, Miss,” the attendant said, as you had yet to remove your overcoat.

You gave him a smile dazzling enough to make him ease - this was your mission tonight and you weren’t leaving until it was complete. You slipped out of your coat, a rush of warm air encircling you as you handed it to him.

“Thank you, sir,” you said far too kindly.

He could only look at you, stunned and awkwardly holding your coat

“My pleasure,” he said offhandedly, and when you turned from him he shouted after you, “enjoy your evening Miss.”

Instinctively, you looked at Bucky.

He hadn’t allowed you from his sight the whole time, not that you had made the mistake of thinking he had.

His teeth were all but bared, his hands flexed at his side to keep himself from hitting anything.

You smirked, he was livid.

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Three hours into the party, James was not the only one who had noticed your appearance.

You were dressed in a sparkling red mini dress. Your shoulders were bare as the dress had no straps and barely skimmed the top of your thighs. It cinched your waist and elongated your legs. Your hair was in loose ringlets around your shoulders, and your makeup was smokey and alluring.

Nat had done a perfect job capturing the character you were embodying tonight. A seductress who no one could have until she said so.

As if you had announced to the available male population that you were on the menu tonight, a flock of suitors began to follow you wherever you went. At first you had been awkward, not sure how to respond to so much attention, but you relaxed as you were plied with more champagne then you could drink.

Similarly, at first you had kept an eye out for Bucky.

When he realized what you were doing, he’d tried to match your strategy, never one to be outdone. You had seen him smiling with women who were clearly trying to get with him, offering to get them drinks, and laughing as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

It only enraged you, and you refused to have this turned back around on you.

You ignored him then and focused on flirting with your flock. It began to come naturally as time went by, you were able to gather in an even larger crowd as you chatted and laughed. There were men on either side of the stool you were sitting in, and you often hit their shoulders or wrapped your arm in theirs as another suitor tried to make you laugh with an anecdote.

You were worried that the men would lose interest once you didn’t immediately jump to be with any of them, but in reality you only had to give each man a moment of your attention for them to come crawling back begging for more.

The next time you saw Bucky he was ignoring the woman in front of him as he glared at you, his hand tightening around his tumbler of whiskey. You watched as it shattered and he apologized as he made his way to the bar. You laughed at his expense as he got another drink, and were pleased when he excused himself from conversation to seclude himself.

As if to say, fine, you’ve proved your point now stop playing these games.

But truthfully, you didn’t want to. You liked when it was you holding his leash for once, and you wanted him to feel what that was like for a little longer. You smiled at him and then went back to your conversation.

Another hour went by as you entertained and flirted with the group around you. They were getting bolder as you had yet to single out a favorite.

Bucky had gone from exasperated with your performance, to furious. His lips had turned down entirely and he was staring at you like you were his next target, it lit a thrill inside of you and made you nervous in equal measure. This had been what you wanted but now that it was said and done with you ached to postpone the inevitable. He was a darkened angel, icey gaze encircling you.

You were his to devour and no one else’s.

That’s what you had wanted to remind him of, but holding that power began to go to your head.

You got too cocky.

The live band began to start up with a new song, a ballad.

There had been one man in particular who had been at the front of the group the whole night.

He had kind eyes and finally, he stepped forward.

“I hate to break up the merriment,” the man said, the crowd quieted, “but would you honor me with a dance, Y/N?”

You weren’t really a dancer, certainly not in public like this. But tonight you were pretending to be someone you weren’t - and at seeing the man approach you with a real offer, Bucky had perked up from his perch at the bar.

You should stop it here. You had gotten what you wanted, you had proved your point.

You weren’t anyones to control, and he didn’t get to make decisions about you the way he had assumed to. But there was something that was still missing, Bucky was still on the other side of the room.

Why hadn’t he stopped it? He hated seeing you like this, as if you could ever be anybody else’s. Insecurity had set in, what if-what if he didn’t really care? What if you weren’t as important to him as he was to you?

You were sure it was the drinks getting to your head, but you had stopped drinking about an hour ago. Knowing you needed to be sober for the argument you were going to have with Bucky after this.

“Y/N?” the man said again, not sure what you were distracted by.

With effort you tore your gaze away from Bucky, who seemed to say don’t you dare, and looked at the brown haired man in front of you. He was tall and had a good smile, and you felt absolutely nothing for him.

“Of course,” you said abruptly, “this is one of my favorite songs-” it wasn’t “-I’d love to dance-” you wouldn’t.

But as quickly as you agreed to the proposition, you were being led to the main floor. You almost tripped over your own feet on the way, and when the stranger pulled you in with one hand on your waist you wanted to puke.

This was too far, this was too much. You were mad at Bucky, that was true, but to feel another man’s hands on you was vile. He was all around you, all over you, touch too familiar with skin he had never felt before and never should.

“You look beautiful tonight,” the man said, he continued to speak after that but you weren’t paying attention.

His hands rested where Bucky’s hands should be, his touch smooth where Bucky’s fingers were calloused, his arms lean where Bucky was broad and strong. You missed your man’s cologne, the rumble of his voice, his laugh. You missed him, you didn’t want to be with anyone else and, and-

“We’re leaving,” a familiar, unmoving voice spoke up from next to you.

You hadn’t heard him approach over the blare of trumpets but then he was there, and you couldn't be more thankful for it.

“Excuse me?” the man dancing with you said, sounding like he was ready to fight for you.

What an idiot.

“You’re excused. Y/N, we’re leaving, let’s go,” Bucky said, not bothering to answer the man’s question.

This was between you and him and no one else.

You stopped moving, letting your touch fade from the strangers as you tried to turn to Bucky - but suddenly that stranger was closer to you then he had been previously, his hold keeping you in place.

“Just because he tells you to go doesn’t mean you have to.”

You tried to pull away from him instinctually, but he didn’t let you.

This Bucky couldn’t ignore.

He stepped between you so the man was forced to retreat. You breathed harshly as if it was your first time taking fresh air since you had entered the building. You leaned on Bucky, knowing he would support you.

“She told you to leave,” Bucky growled, flexing his hands, “I suggest you listen to her before I make you.”

Your hand slid into Bucky’s metal one and he interlaced your fingers.

The stranger’s eyes went wide with understanding as he took a step back from Bucky.

“So you were just pimping her out this whole time-” the man started to say, knowing he couldn’t compete with Bucky physically but deciding to get another jab at you while he still could.

Bucky lunged for him, grabbing the front of his lapels. Luckily, as Nat had said, everyone around you was too drunk to notice.

“Fuck did you just say,” Bucky growled at him.

The stranger’s face whitened with fear.

You lurched forward as well, laying your hands on Bucky’s back.

“Bucky,” you said, “let’s go, come on let’s just get out of here. He’s not worth it.”

At first your soldier didn’t budge, still deciding whether or not to punch the man into unconsciousness. It wasn’t the first time Bucky had gotten protective of you like this, but this might have been the first time you weren’t sure if you could pull him back from the edge.

“James,” you whispered, “please, love. Let’s go home.”

You put your forehead against his back, begging him, and it was only with this resignation that Bucky pulled away, letting go of the man.

“Get out of here,” he warned, “before I change my mind.”

The man was gone by the time Bucky turned back around. The Winter Soldier remained exactly as he should be, clean of blood, free of scars, with all five fingers.

In the crook of his arm was your coat.

“James…” you tried to say, but trailed off - not having the words.

Bucky took the garment off his arm and wrapped it around you, you plaintively put your arms through the sleeves.

“We’re leaving,” was all he said.

He put an arm around your waist before you had secured the coat into place and was leading you out of the party as if leading you to a judge’s sentencing.

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The entire ride had been spent in silence, the tension rising between you the entire time until you were just as angry with him as you had been the night before.

This was the entire problem, he wouldn’t just talk to you. You had to fight him at every turn to get him to open up to you, to the things he wanted. He shut you out at every opportunity, but expected you to do the emotional lifting in the meantime.

You knew he was working through things, but this was different than that. This was stubbornness and bullheadedness and you were sick of it.

Still, neither of you found the will to say anything, simmering in the silence knowing it would never last.

You got back to Avengers Tower quicker than you had left it, thanks to Bucky’s driving. Before you had finished unbuckling your seatbelt, he was opening your door. You slipped a hand into his and let him guide you inside, then up the elevator, and finally into the home’s entryway.

The door had barely closed, Bucky’s hand still on the handle, when he finally broke through the mounting tension.

“Want to explain to me why you were being a spiteful brat all fucking night?” a dark, Brooklyn accent ground out at you.

You had your back towards him hanging up your coat that revealed the reason for his anger tonight. And also for his arousal, you had seen him try to hide it from you - but it was impossible to ignore the straining in his pants. You hoped it hurt.

Neither of you had been able to get off in weeks now, and right now it was more than just noticeable.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you answered as you knew you should, as if you were innocent.

You toed off your heels and bent down to pick them up, hinging at the waist so Bucky definitely got a look at the black lacy thong that cupped your sex. Unbeknownst to you, he loosened his tie, throwing off his suit jacket so he could breathe.

“No idea,” Bucky snarled, “I’m sure the way you were waving your cunt at every willing fella was just a fucking accident.”

His accent always got more prominent when he was angry, and you couldn’t deny the pit it opened up inside of you even as anger surged through.

You turned to him fiercely, unwilling to admit that it meant he had gained some ground.

He was closer than you had remembered him being. The sleeves of his button down were rolled up to his elbows - revealing muscle and prominent veins that ran through to his fingers.

“Say that to my fucking face, I dare you,” you snarled, chest heaving with indignation.

But Bucky was suddenly in front of you - having crossed the room in two steps. You put your hands on his chest automatically as if to stop him, but you couldn’t stop him as you were pushed against the wall behind you. His hand gripping your chin hard enough to hurt.

He didn’t let you look away from him as he spoke next.

“I said,” he rumbled, “that you’ve been a damn whore all night, sweetheart, and now I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”

You swelled with arousal as relief flowed through you.

“Finally,” you returned.

And then Bucky Barnes was all over you, everywhere at once - and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Your mouths crashed together, hot and messy as he licked long, possessive strips into your mouth and you nipped at his lips. At first your hands found refuge in his hair, you carded your fingers through the strands before pulling hard.

His hands had been memorizing the shape of your body, pulling at the fabric that didn’t really cover anything. He had been molding the flesh of your hips in one hand while the other went to pinch harshly at your nipples. He had never been so forward with his actions but it was making you gasp in distinct pleasure.

He groaned from your ministrations in his hair, and grabbed your hands easily, pinning them above your head.

“After all you pulled tonight, and you think I’m going to let you run this, sweetheart?” he murmured against your lips.

It was with a laugh, like you had severely underestimated him. He was about to prove to you that you had done just that.

He bruised your lips one last time before trailing his mouth down your neck. He had never been one to leave dark hickeys, not only for professionalism in your day-to-day work, but also because he had never wanted to hurt you. Now he latched onto a spot behind your ear, and sucked hard as he grinded down on your body.

A moan was pulled from your throat at the pleasure-pain. You opened your legs for him to fit between, and let your skirt ride up as his hips slotted perfectly against yours. You could feel his bulge against your hot cunt, and you wanted more.

“Please,” you moaned, barely getting the word out as pleasure lit your nerve endings, “please fuck me, I need it James-”

He bit at your neck, and you screamed at the same time he thrust against you. You hoped the mark would last for days.

“Sir,” he growled against your neck as you turned boneless against him, “you’ll call me sir, tonight.”

You wanted to claw your fingers down his back, but no matter how you bucked against him for more friction he didn’t release you.

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered, “please, sir, please fuck me - hard.”

“As if a whore like you would want it any other way,” he breathed into your ear, smirking.

He turned you around then, so your face was pressed against the wall. He switched his hold on your arms so he held them in only one hand. The other trailed down your back until it caught on the dress's zipper. Without fitness, he pulled the fastening down, releasing you from the hug of its shape so it fell in a pile on the floor.

You were left only in the black panty hose Nat had allowed you, your jewelry, and your panties.

When he turned you around again, he immediately kneaded the swell of your breast as his mouth latched onto your nipple. He sucked, and nipped and teased the flesh to his heart's desire. He had always had an inclination for your tits, loving the way they swelled and felt pushed against his own skin.

He played with you until a wet spot stained your underwear. Your head spun with arousal, it had been so long and you needed him so badly.

You were boneless - so caught up in the pleasure surging through your body that you didn’t expect for him to throw you over his shoulder.

“Woah,” you said as the world turned on its axis, but when it provided you with the perfect view of his ass you didn’t object further.

The trip didn’t last very long as the super soldier walked only as far as the couch before he put you down. Once again you tipped in the air as he threw you over the sofa’s arm. He had your arms secured at your back, face in the cushions so your makeup smudged and your ass rose in the air.

“Bucky,” you moaned at the treatment, and when a hand came down on your ass you yelped.

“Sir,” the word was pushed from you with his reminder, “sir, please.”

Bucky was behind you, towering over you as he rubbed at your back gently with his thumb.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Bucky murmured, “exactly where you belong, under me and no one else. Only I can fuck you this good, sweetheart. You want me to take you, I fucking will.”

Suddenly his hand was gone from your wrists, though you didn’t dare to move them.

“Good girl,” Bucky praised, or ridiculed.

You weren’t sure which, and it didn’t matter for long as it still made you blush and push your sex that much higher into the air. He grabbed at your underwear and pushed it down so it fell at your ankles.

“There’s the slutty pussy I remember,” he said.

His hands grabbed at your ass, exposing your sloppy hole to him. So he could see exactly what he was doing to you.

“Fuck, YN,” he swore, “you’re mine, all mine.”

And then he fisted his hands into the delicate fabric of your tights and pulled. The fabric ripped with ease, making goosebumps pimple on your thighs.

Suddenly, Bucky was on his knees behind you, his warm breath fanning over your dripping sex.

Your breath hitched, and in the next second the super soldier surged forward open mouth as he licked a heady strip up your cunt. You weren’t able to hold in a scream as he began eating you out with vigor. Of course, you learned Bucky was good with his tongue a long time ago, he loved giving you head and he was good at it.

But this wasn’t about your pleasure, no matter that it was a side effect. Bucky didn’t care if you got off on this, he had his face shoved into your cunt, your juices dripping down his face, to remind you that you were entirely owned and nothing else.

He began to tongue incessantly at your clit, stimulating you so you were grinding back into his face, trying to keep him there long enough for you to finally come. But just as the pleasure was about to mount into something explosive, Bucky pulled away.

“No,” you mourned as he spit on your cunt before standing up leaving you desperate and unsatisfied.

“Please, sir,” you begged, “I need you so badly.”

Tears pricked in your eyes as a heady fog made your body limp, prepared for anything he would give you. Cherishing it as if it was a drop of water and it was your plagued by thirst.

“So pathetic, sweetheart,” he said, “ you would have let anyone use this cunt tonight, anyone who would have offered you some release.”

“No,” you shook your head incessantly, “no, sir, I swear I wouldn’t have let anyone touch me. I belong to you, only you touch me.”

His fingers tested the state of your pussy, sliding in ever so gently to check for give.

“Yeah, is that what you tell all the men you string along?”

You tried to catch the tips of his fingers against your hole, enticing him to slip in. He pulled back and smacked your pussy, you moaned.

“No, sir,” you babbled, “no, only you get me. They can look all they want but they can’t touch what’s yours. I’m yours, sir.”

You heard the sound of the super soldier undoing his belt buckle. The button popped open and then the zipper pulled down. You were drooling for it, not knowing if you wanted it more inside of you or down your throat.

“I’ll fuck your throat another time, sweetheart,” Bucky promised.

You hadn’t realized you had said your desires out loud, but the lull of his voice evened you and anything he said relaxed you that much further.

“But this isn’t about what you want, darling. All you need is to lay there, and keep looking sexy as I release some of this tension.”

You knew what he was about to do, and you tensed knowing it would be a lot. Bucky was big, and thick, and you loved it but you had never taken him without prep.

In the same instance, you hoped he tore you open and made you bleed. You wanted him to own you, just like he promised.

“No one else gets you like this, baby,” he said, “this is only for me - and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take this from me. Do you understand?”

In the same instance, Bucky stopped holding back. In one harsh thrust, the super soldier lined himself up and entered you.

You screamed as pleasure and pain ripped up your spine. For a moment the world whited out around you as Bucky didn’t allow you a chance to get used to him. You didn’t want him to, and then he started thrusting into you and all coherent thoughts fled your mind.

You were thankful the couch supported your weight as you went boneless as his heavy cock slapped into you over and over again. You were so wet, and the sound of it was so obscene - and quicker then Bucky expected you started begging for more.

“Please,” you begged, “please fuck me, fuck me hard like only you can give me, James, please-”

At the use of his name, Bucky picked up his pace - hitting the spot within you that made you see stars with each thrust. His hand threaded into your hair and pulled, your moan echoed along the walls as he forced your head up.

Anyone could walk in on you at any moment, and neither of you cared in the slightest.

“That’s better,” Bucky rumbled into your ear, his own voice tense now as pleasure began to overwhelm him, “I wanted to hear you. I wanted to hear you as I split your pussy open on me. You're gorgeous, YN, and you’re all mine.”

Drool began dripping down your chin as Bucky went so deep your eyes rolled into the back of your skull.

“You told me to take what I want,” Bucky babbled as he lost his mind within you, “so that’s what I’m fucking doing. I’m taking what belongs to me, and you can go back to those-”

He thrust deep and hard, fucking into your cervix.

You screamed as the beginnings of an orgasm began to rush over you.

“-bastards at Stark’s party and show them how I’ve ruined you. How I got you addicted to my cock and there’s nothing more a slut like you needs.”

Pleasure washed over you in waves. He hadn’t even touched your clit and still it was overwhelming.

“Fuck,” he swore as you squeezed around him, unable to make any more noise then incoherent whimpers, “good girl, such a good girl for me. Coming like that.”

His hips stuttered and you could tell he was getting close. Making you come always did push him to the edge. The hand that wasn’t gripping your head circled around your waist until his fingers made their way to your clit, and he started rubbing.

“No one else,” you babbled, “I’m yours, sir, I’m yours-”

His thrusts became wild as his hips slammed into you over and over again.

“For weeks,” he breathed, “for weeks you’ve been begging me like a bitch in heat to rip you open and put you back together. And after that performance tonight-”

He grunted as his hips stuttered into you, and you knew he was close. So were you, his fingers never stopped rubbing at your clit.

“-I couldn’t deny either of us, sweetheart. Not a pretty brat like you.”

‘Bucky,” you moaned, and he didn’t chastise you for moaning his name.

He only ever wanted to hear it falling from your lips like honey.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said, “be good for Daddy and come on my cock.”

It was the last push you needed as the piston of his hips faltered before finally thrusting into you deep and releasing. The feeling of him so buried inside of you, painting your insides in his come, and claiming you like you both needed pushed you over the edge the second time.

This time it was much stronger as you pulsed around him and brayed as you released. Behind you Bucky groaned and grunted, the sounds he made were bone deep.

The man bent over you so he covered you with his back, protecting your body from the air pressing in around you.

You relaxed under the familiar weight, pulsing uncontrollably around him.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, kissing at the side of your neck as one hand came to hold on your stomach, to feel how his cock stretched you out and filled you, “that’s my good girl.”

You sighed and surrendered to riding out your orgasms entangled in one another.

~~~~~~~~~~

Once you and Bucky were spent, the super soldier gently pulled out of you, knowing that you would be sore in the aftermath. You were afraid that the man would pull away from you, as he had every other time the sex between had gotten rougher.

Your worry was tangible as you expected him to flee, and in your vulnerable state you just couldn't imagine that happening. Not when he had given you everything that you wanted.

“Shhh, good girl,” Bukcy murmured, hugging you close to him, “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. Let me take care of you.”

Tears pricked your eyes, and you nodded.

“Just don’t go,” you begged him, and you saw him wince.

He knew why this was a fear of yours.

Instead he kissed you lightly as he gathered you in his hold and began carrying you to your bedroom.

“Never, Y/N. I’ll never leave you, I swear to you.”

It was earnest and genuine, and it was the only reason you eased into his care.

Bucky brought you first to your private bathroom. He set you on the toilet before filling the tub, adding bubbles so the room smelled like lilac. Together you bathed, he rubbed you down, even washed your hair. His touch gentle and soothing, you curled up on his chest and swore you fell asleep while he held you.

You didn’t know how long you stayed in the nice sauna with him, the two of you reacquainting yourselves with one another, touching one another and kissing gently. But eventually the bath water grew cold and you became clammy.

He helped you from the water and as you stood you came back to yourself. Together you dried eachother off, enjoying the communication that passed between you without a word needing to be said.

The two of you put on bathrobes as you heard the rest of the Avengers stumble into the tower now three hours after the two of you had. The clock read one thirty in the morning.

You ignored them, your door staying firmly locked as you made your way to bed, curling up under the covers. Bucky spooned you, the reassurance of his metal arm coming to wrap around your waist and pull you tightly to him.

He once told you that one of the reasons you loved holding you was because in his arms you were safe, in his arms the world only existed for the two of you. You could have fallen asleep, you wanted to, but in the absence of the warm water a second wave of energy hit you. You were wide awake, and stewing in your own thoughts.

“I’m sorry for how I acted tonight,” you said, “I wanted to prove to you that I wasn’t so breakable, that I knew what I was asking for. But I never meant to push you so far.”

To your relief, Bucky’s chest rumbled with laughter.

“It’s alright, doll,” he promised, “I know why you did it - I was being too stubborn. I was standing in both of our ways, what you did made me take my head out of my ass and figure out what was more important to me.”

You flipped in his arms so you were facing him. He was wide awake as well, known for having trouble sleeping.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

He pushed your hair from your face, and you leaned into the cool of the metal.

“I had to decide what was more important to keep - my fear or you.”

You wanted to interrupt him. Insist there was never a world where he would lose you, and that there was no point to think about it. But you knew sometimes Bucky had to chew on his thoughts before putting words to them, you kept silent, giving him room to speak.

“Back before the war-”

World War II.

“-I had my fair share of women.”

You knew this, but it was always cute to see how shy he got talking about his past relationships. There was no jealousy when you knew you were the only one who truly mattered to him.

“Of course there were the sweet ones who wanted me to be gentle and doting - and of course I like that as well, but…but I had an active sex life with most of the women I was with.”

Like what the two of you had done tonight.

“I liked dominating them, overwhelming them with pleasure, taking what was mine and making sure they were safe in the aftermath.”

You liked hearing good stories from his past. It was a rare sighting most days.

“But after the programming, things were different. I spent so much of my life drowning in violence. When we got together, I ached to have you the way I did tonight. I wanted to fuck you stupid and satisfy every one of your needs, but I was worried.”

His arms held you close as you laid your head on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, so grateful that you had him the way that you did.

“Worried that it would be different now, that it would trigger me to act like the soldier again. I couldn't hurt you, it wasn’t a possibility I would accept. But I did hurt you, I dismissed your wants and feelings and that was just as bad.

“Tonight I realized the only thing keeping me from having you the way we both wanted was me. I was afraid of something that wasn’t real, and I realized to hold myself back from that joy was to play right into Hydra’s hands. I’m done letting them control my life. Tonight, you showed me how to make love to you the way we both needed, and you proved to me what you've always known.”

“That you would never hurt me,” you said, knowingly.

He nodded, and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you Y/N,” he said, “you’re guiding light, and I love you with everything in me.”

You pushed up and kissed him, properly. He rolled you over so you were straddling him.

“I love you, too,” you whispered to Bucky, nudging your noses together.

It wasn’t the first time you had said the words to each other, but every time sent a rush of happiness down your spine. You felt like you were glowing with it.

“And next time you need me to fuck you stupid,” a Brooklyn accent seduced you, “it would be my truest pleasure.”

You flicked your finger at his nose and blushed, he laughed at your sudden modesty. He took your hand and kissed it.

You melted under his touch.

“Merry Christmas, James,” you said, laying your head down on him.

His hand came up to cradle your head, and he leaned down to kiss the top of it.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he replied.

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