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jyoongim · 3 months

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DANGEROUSLY IN LOVE

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”he’s a wolf in disguise

but I can’t stop staring in those evil eye

i asked my girlfriend if she’d seen you ‘round before

she mumbled something while she got down on the floor

we’ve might have fucked, not really sure, don’t quite recall

but something tells me that I’ve seen him yeah

that boy is a monster”

alastor x burlesque!reader pt 1

An inaccurate southerner 1920 fic.

I am Black sooooo reader is black for the sake of this and so is Alastor cause that’s a black man idc idc idc fight a skunk.

Monster by lady Gaga really had my juices flowing

themes: Alastor himself is a warning,

violence,

alcohol use,

drug use,

nsfw,

teasing, flirting, taunting, smut,

banter, possessive/protective behavior

You hummed a little tune as Mimzy finished doing your makeup and hair.

Tonight was your first debut at the club and you were excited to be the opening act.

You ran your hands over the tight corset in an attempt to soothe the nervousness that was trying to settle in your belly. You adjusted the feathered headpiece as Mimzy finally finished everything with hairspray (why did set your makeup as well….oh well).

You were finishing up putting on your jewelry when you heard Mimzy gasped, you turned seeing her poking her head out to look out the door out to the growing crowd.

you fixed your lips to ask her what had her so shocked, when she twirled around, eyes wide and excited “He’s here! I can’t believe he here!”

You blinked, confused “who is here Mimzy? One of your little boy toys? Or someone you owe?”

she flipped you off before smirking “what you live under a rock doll? Him! Hell’s Stereo himself!”

Your eyes widened as you gawked “No way!” You ran over to the door to peep without people seeing you and your eyes settled on a lone red, lanky demon sitting at the bar. You couldn’t really see him well from where your dressing room but before you could crane your head out further, Mimzy pulled you back in

”You are suppose to be a surprise doll! Can’t let that lot get a eyeful without proper payment now can we?”

You soon forgot about the red demon as you primped a bit more, chatted with some of the other dancers, and laughed with Mimzy.

The lights in the club had finally dimmed and Mimzy slapped you on the ass, leaving your dressing room “Knock ‘em dead doll!”

You took a deep breathe as you heard the band begin to play your song.

You straightened your back, and took on a composure that oozed seduction and confidence.

Hearing the beat of the music, you waltzed out onto the stage, giant feathered fans concealing yourself.

The whistles and catcalls never failed to make you nervous, but you used it to fuel your confidence.

You pivoted around the stage, teasing those who tried to steal a look around the fans.

A swing lowered and you took a seat on it and as it rose into the air, you finally revealed yourself in all your glammed glory.

the spotlight prevented you front seeing much of the crowd but your were Able to spot Mimzy, who was chatting with the red demon from earlier.

Your body moved on autopilot, maybe it was from hours of practice or maybe it was because the red demon was drop dead gorgeous.

He was a rather tall fellow, at least compared to Mimzy.

Lanky build adorned in a red pinstriped suit with a black bowtie. He had a bob-like hair cut, the tips black that was cut into an undercut. Protruding on top of his bang were two little antler like horns and

omg were those ears???? His ears mixed with the color of his hair.

They reminded you of a deer’s. They seemed to stay alert, sticking forward, never flickering.

His eyes were a bright red, like rubies.

and he had a ever-present sharp smile.

Uncanny. But OH he was so pretty.

You locked eyes and automatically you flashed him a flirty wink. You half expected him to throw a wink or look away, but instead he held your gaze as he raised his glass in acknowledgment. You felt your cheeks heat up as you tried to focus on your performance.

You swung and twirled on your little perch. Slowly, you started to remove pieces of your costume.

You perched yourself alongside a gentleman and smirked as he practically melted at your touch. You wrapped your boa around his neck and pressed your fingers lightly to his mouth; he smirked, nipping at your fingertips and slowly dragging your glove off. You glided through the crowd, losing a piece of clothing here and there.

By the time you circled around to the bar, Mimzy was drunk and dancing along to the music and the mysterious demon was tracking your movements.

Hitting a little jig with Mimzy, you were intending to make your way to the lanky devil, when an arm circled around your waist and tugged you into a fella, who obviously had been drinking waaaay too much.

”why don’cha take the rest of these off princess?” He took a swig of whatever cheap liquor and leered at you “i like a gal dripped only in jewels” he snickered.

You frowned and tried to play off his perversion.”sorry dearest but I fear i am simply too much for you” you slapped his hand off of you and made your way to the bar.

Taking a seat, you ordered a bottle of whiskey and manners be damned, you chugged it for a good second.

maybe this’ll put you back in a good mood.

you were too busy sipping your sorrows you didn’t notice that a dark presence had settled beside you.

“And here I thought you were just pretty entertainment ” a deep brawl said from behind you. You turned and let out a soft squeak at the close proximity of the demon you had been eyeing all night. He cocked his head, mouth stretched in a big smile, showing off his sharp teeth. “You kept me waiting for a while doll”

You could blame the courage on the whiskey, but you smirked at him coyly “and who might you be?” The red demon crouched to your level and raised your bare hand to his lips, keeping eye contact as his grin widened “Alastor doll. Pleasure to meet to you”

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #burlesque #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #the radio demon

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notmaplemable · 12 days

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Wolf Ruby: Hey, does your team want to come to the fair with us?

Pyrrha: Sure, but we have to wait for Jaune to get back.

Weiss: Of course we have to wait for Arc.

Yang: What's he out doing?

Pyrrha: He should be coming back from he weekend job.

Ruby: He has a job?

Pyrrha: Yes, apparently he needed the extra money for tuition, and wouldn't let me help him. You know how stubborn he can be sometimes.

Ruby: Yeah.

Yang: How long is he going to-

Jaune: Hey girls, what's up?

RWBY: ...

Jaune: *Wearing a mailman outfit* What?

Pyrrha: They came over to see if we wanted to go to the fair with them.

Jaune: Oh, sure. Sounds like fun. Just let me change real quick. *Walks inside his dorm with Pyrrha*

RWBY: ...

Yang: Pfft, did you see Jaune in those little short shorts?

Weiss: I don't believe your one to comment of short length, Yang.

Yang: It's different when-

Ruby: *Loud panting*

Yang: ...You okay, Rubes?

Ruby: Jaune's going through his bad boy stage.

Yang: Bad boy? Jaune?

Weiss: What on Remnent are you-

Ruby: AND I HAVE A NEED! A NEED FOR SEED~! *Runs through the door into JNPR's dorm, leaving a Ruby shaped hole*

#rwby #rwby shitpost #lancaster #jaune arc #ruby rose #wolf!faunus ruby #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #pyrrha nikos

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520cafe · 3 months

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sour grapes. say yes to heaven

“[name], you’re here!”

a frantic and worried silver wolf was met with your immediate vicinity the moment she heard knocking from the door. without hesitation or wasting anymore time, the panicked silver wolf tugged on your arm and started to drag you towards an intoxicated blade in the kitchen.

blade, the typically composed and stoic man, was now currently leaned over the kitchen counter in a drunken state. and he was not the only one in the kitchen as well. an all familiar magenta haired roommate was also to be seen, gently patting blade’s head while she tried her best to reassure him through her voice.

it was the sounds of footsteps that averted this figure’s attention towards you and silver wolf, and it did not take long for a subtle smile to curve from the corner of her lips.

“roomie, you made it.” kafka smoothly hummed with that silky voice you knew all too well. she purposefully spoke with a louder tone of voice, knowing that it would immediately get blade’s focus onto you.

and kafka’s reductions were correct. blade’s head, that was previously lowered onto the kitchen counter, was now intensely gazing at you with his ruby-like eyes in a matter of seconds. you felt cold shivers run down your spine but, your main concerns were flooded with blade’s wellbeing and taking care of him.

“[name].” blade’s husky voice muttered through the dimly lit dorm, his deep and coarse voice resonating between you and blade as he walked closer, and close to you.

“blade.”

sensing the tensions, and the need for communication between you and blade, silver wolf and kafka quietly snuck out of the kitchen leaving the two of you alone. however, they made sure to also keep a close distance in case something were to happen.

“[name].” blade repeated your name once more, as if your name was his favourite word that he could never get sick of saying. “you even bought snacks..”

responding with a silent nod, blade could not contain the small smile from spreading across his lips, a wave of relief and contentment washing over him at the sight of your generosity towards him. as blade slowly approached you, your focus was immediately caught onto his steps: the way he could not even walk straight, the slight stumble in his steps, all which only grew that concern that was brimming in your chest.

however, the moment blade tried to grab hold of the bags of snacks in your hands, he quickly tripped over his own footing, causing him to press his hands against the corner of the kitchen counter while accidentally trapping you in the process. while your expression faltered, with the sounds of your heart starting to pound loudly against your chest, blade only remained silent as he did not move from his current position.

with a tensed gulp, you watched as blade’s crimson eyes trails from down your legs all the way to your face. the expression that he was wearing on his face was unreadable and indifferent but, there was an underlying mask of sentiment and admiration as he silently awes at you.

“[name], you’re beautiful.” blade softly murmured, suddenly breaking the silent and heavy breathing between the two of you. he was slightly slurring on his words, which was evidence of his intoxicated state. “and i love you, so damn much.”

before you could even respond, blade swiftly leaned on his arms against the corner, giving him a closer view of your surprised face. the close proximity between you and blade was breathtaking, leaving your lips agape as blade’s eyes were now focused on your tinted pink lips. you could smell the wine from his body, which almost made you feel lightheaded and weak in the knees.

“for as long time exists, my love for you is eternal.”

🍇 SOUR GRAPES 〈 33 say yes to heaven

━━ MASTERLIST. ╱ PREV. ╱ NEXT.

╰► SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

╰► [ a/n ] : hi :) anyway, isn’t it valentine’s day next week? sighs, cheers to another year of being alone 😔✊ the only date i’ll be having on that day is one with my textbooks

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jinwoosungs · 3 months

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{ 118 }

mind games.

modern au

ceo!sukuna x fem.secretary!reader

warnings: unedited; angst; alcohol use; s-xual content; sukuna is an as-hole; minors do not interact.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

please listen to 'mind games' by sickick.

{ there's another side that you don't know, you don't know | i can't wait to get you all alone, all alone | once i'm in, there ain't no letting go, letting go | watch me turn your mind into my home. }

that asshole boss of yours had piled on a bunch of new reports to sort through, making you late for the lunch date that you had with nanami.

when 12:45 hit, you had to send an apology text to nanami, telling your coworker that you didn't think you'd be able to join him at the cafe. being the sweet and understanding man that he was, he tells you not to worry about it, and maybe you'd be available next time.

you look down at your phone with a smile on your face. nanami kento was a good man, and you liked and respected him a lot. you had just recently began hanging out outside of work, and you could honestly see yourself building a future with him-

if only your heart could respond to nanami the same way it did to him.

not wishing to acknowledge your emotions, you quickly logout of your computer before grabbing your wallet and making a mad dash towards the elevator. if you could reach the cafeteria right now, then you'd have 10 minutes left for lunch, which was enough time to wolf down a sandwich and a drink.

with the elevator in sight, you were grateful that it opened immediately as you entered it. your fingertip was poised over the second floor when the sight of a large hands stops the metal doors from closing-

and you felt all of your appetite dissipate into thin air the moment your boss stepped into the elevator with you.

sukuna ryomen was a man who's presence you could not ignore even if you wanted to. pushing well past 6'5" in height, the ceo towers over you with ease, and when his rufescent eyes captures your wide-eyed expression, your swore his chuckle was enough to make your knees weak.

your heart was already pounding, with the elevator doors closing as it trapped the scent of his cologne within its metal confines. you could hear the way he hummed with approval, sending slight vibrations coursing through you as he says your name.

"you did well today, not a single report was filed out of place and you worked diligently with my schedule."

you reply with a stiff "thank you," not daring to look at him as you kept your gaze forward, counting down the numbers as it began its gradual descent towards your destination.

20...19...

before the numbers could flash the number 18, you saw sukuna from your periphery activate the emergency stop switch, stopping the elevator from moving as you let out a gasp.

"what the hell are you-"

you face him, feeling half livid yet more so lustful than anything as sukuna traps you against the wall. his surname falls from your lips in a flustered stutter, and because of how close he was to you, you were given the perfect view of his tailored suit and the way his broad chest was keeping you from looking away from him.

his slick back strands of pale red hair gave you the perfect view of his devastating features, ruby red eyes darkening as its gaze seemed to hypnotize you. you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, and nearly jolted back in response when the back of his achingly large hand sent a gentle caress against your cheek.

"because you worked so well, i believe my little pet deserves a reward..."

you were unable to respond when sukuna lifts up one of your legs, brushing past your skirt as his large fingers were felt shoving your panties to the side. you gasp, given no choice but to hang on to his bicep when you felt the pad of his middle finger collect the moisture that was settled between your legs.

you were trembling now, already physically aching for him when you felt his finger push past your slickness before exploring your gummy walls. the embarrassment you felt was nothing compared to the growing flame sukuna was giving you, the squelching sounds he was making as he shamelessly thrusts his finger in and out of your core.

"damn, you're practically sucking me in..." sukuna hisses in your ear, forcing you back against the elevator walls as you unconsciously spread your legs even wider for him.

your release was quickly approaching, and when he was able to press down against that swollen bundle of nerves was when you lost all control. with a broken moan of his name, you felt your walls tightening around his large finger before soaking it with your release.

by now, you were a trembling mess, gazing up at him with a drunk expression. your breathing was labored, like you had just finished running a marathon while sukuna gave you the same smug expression.

as he removes his finger away from your folds, you could see how shiny you had made it, watching it glisten from beneath the light for a brief second before sukuna opens his mouth and licks it away.

a groan was heard once more, and you felt his body shiver at the mere taste of you. "fuck, you taste s' sweet. and 's much as i want to devour you, i have a meeting to attend to."

acting as if he had not just given you the best orgasm of your life, sukuna straightens himself while letting go of your leg. you momentarily lose your balance, landing against him as a deep chuckle was heard coming from him. he pushes another button, bringing the elevator back to life as it begins its descent once more.

when the elevator doors open, you felt sukuna nudging at your back, signaling that it was your stop. with shaky legs, you come out of the elevator and meet his gaze.

you watch as his face breaks out into a malicious grin, sending your heart into overdrive as the elevator doors shut once more, leaving your mind reeling from the events that had just transpired.

{ ... }

to say your mind was preoccupied with nothing but thoughts of sukuna would be the understatement of the century.

you had returned to your desk not too long ago, your mind still replaying that delicious scene in your head as your damp panties served as a reminder of what sukuna had done to you.

fighting back the heat that was threatening to dye your skin, you take careful bites of the granola bar you had bought at the cafe with tiny sips of your water. your appetite was still nonexistent, and you found yourself wondering just what you were to sukuna.

you had worked under him and his company for roughly 2 years now, and it was sad to say that your feelings for him hadn't changed in the slightest. when you interviewed for the position of being his secretary, you recall being struck at the mere sight of him. he was by far the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on, and the crush you once had for him seemed to morph into something more.

yet, deep down, you knew that if you were to ever to act on your feelings for him, then you were the one who was going to get burned.

so you kept your distance, remaining ever so professional with sukuna as you held back your feelings for him. during the time, you would go on random dates here and there with other men, yet none of them ever amounted to anything true and meaningful.

but this- this was something completely different. for once in your 2 years of working for him, this was the one time he had shown such an interest in you. you hadn't the slightest clue why he did what he did-

and yet, you found yourself not caring either way.

it was completely stupid for your to say, but you truly didn't mind just having a physical relationship with him, even if the times he would hold you in his arms would forever be ephemeral and fleeting.

as you were wallowing in your misery, you jump slightly upon hearing your text tone. you unlock your screen to see that nanami had texted you.

[ hey, it's okay if we missed lunch together. how about i make it up to you with dinner tonight at 8? ]

your thumbs were already poised over the keypad, ready to turn down his offer for dinner because deep down, you did not wish to lead a good man like nanami on. you knew that your heart would never sing for him like it did for sukuna, and the events that transpired between you and him was more than enough proof of that.

while opening his text, in that exact moment sukuna was seen walking in. you could hear his laughter echoing throughout the floor as you lifted your gaze to see a gorgeous woman with prominent ebony curls and an hourglass figure clinging to his arm.

you could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces, watching as the dark haired beauty kisses down his jawline. sukuna meets with your gaze and flashes you yet another smirk before replacing it with a stern expression.

"block out 3 hours from my schedule and do not accept any calls for meetings at this time. i'll assume that someone as competent and capable as you should be able to do this?"

"absolutely, sir." was your stiff reply, willing your features to remain neutral as sukuna disappears with the beauty into his office.

how you survived the next couple of hours was beyond even your own comprehension. not even ten minutes had passed when you could hear the woman's laughter quickly morphing into a drawn out moan, coupled along with sukuna's occasional grunts.

fighting back your tears, you open nanami's texts and give him your answer.

[ dinner at 8 sounds great. do i need to go home and change or anything? ]

[ not at all. i'll see you later and we'll enjoy some time together. ]

you refused to acknowledge the sharp pain in your heart, alerting you on how wrong it was to even think about using nanami as a band-aid for your pain, yet once you heard the woman cry out to sukuna, begging him to go harder, you lost all reasoning.

all you wanted to do was forget.

{ ... }

it was like he was playing games with you, and you weren't sure what to do or even how to respond.

this went on for the next several months, with sukuna finding a new woman to keep him company during the later hours of the working day. every time, before he would disappear into the confines of his office, he would flash you another smug expression, as if he wanted you to listen to him and his current conquests.

your heart would ache each time, yet despite it all, you still held on to each and every one of his expressions he sends you.

ever since that time in the elevator, sukuna had ceased touching you. and the memory of it was enough to drive you insane. each time sukuna invited a new woman into his office, you would inevitably run into nanami's arms.

even when you had come clean to nanami, explaining to him how you did not deserve him; that you were simply basking in his company to assuage the pain you felt each time sukuna bedded a new woman, nanami admitted that he didn't mind waiting for you.

he would simply take you in his arms, allowing his hands to run across your hair while comforting you. "it's alright. you have become immensely dear to me, and i'll wait for you."

when you asked him what he would do if you could never return his feelings, nanami simply gives you a tiny smile. "then i'll simply pray that the bastard returns your feelings for your sake. until then, you can always come to me, okay?"

you recall hugging him while letting out a tearful laugh, embracing him while admitting, "i really wished i could have fallen in love with you instead."

nanami simply laughs, returning your hug as he presses a gentle kiss against your cheek while answering, "me too."

{ ... }

the moment you walked into your office, the whole workplace was ablaze with gossip, and you caught some tidbits here and there.

"i can't believe mr. ryomen is going to get married."

"i mean, it's to be expected. that woman is pretty much the heiress of the pharmaceutical company he wants to merge with."

your breathing suddenly becomes labored, and you take shaky steps towards your coworkers and ask them what they were talking about. haruka gives you a wide grin and shows you her phone's screen.

"see! it's true! the reason why the big man himself isn't here is most likely because he's going to make an announcement about his engagement!"

the blood was felt rushing to your ears, and all you could see was the bolded headlines that read:

arisa towryk of towryk pharmaceuticals confirms her future engagement to sukuna ryomen!

you take a shaky step backwards, making some excuse about how you weren't feeling well and if your coworkers could tell h.r. about your sudden departure. haruka gives you a confused expression, but simply nods and agrees to your sudden request. giving her a clipped 'thanks,' you immediately rush out of the building.

the sounds of your high heels rapidly tapping against the marble floors of the lobby echoes throughout the area, and you had to cover your face as you allowed the tears to stream down your face. broken sobs were heard becoming ripped from your throat, yet the pain you felt was unbearable.

you needed to do something- anything to numb the pain-

you wanted to do something that would help you forget all about sukuna-

even if it was only for a brief moment.

{ ... }

being fueled by your heartache, your feet takes you to a nearby bar just a few blocks away from where you worked. you settle yourself against one of the barstools while tossing your bag beside you. the bartender gives you a mild expression of concern, already getting a glass for you.

"you had a rough day, lady?"

you shake your head, refusing to answer him while taking out your card, "give me the strongest drink that you own, and keep them coming."

the bartender shrugs while taking your card, already filling up three glasses with an amber liquid. he settles the shot glasses in front of you, and you take down all three drinks within seconds. relishing in the burn you felt as it slid down your throat.

you lost track of time, taking shot after shot after shot of the same amber liquid, willing your mind to go blank as the world became a bit more tilted. when the alcohol was beginning to make you sick, the bartender had stopped serving you drinks, actually showing concern for you as he slid your card back to you.

"listen, lady, i think you had enough. you need to go home and get some rest."

his words sounded muffled, like you were hearing him from underwater. incoherent words were felt spilling from your lips, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying.

this was a mess.

you were a mess.

with shaky fingers, you tried to keep yourself together, opening your phone as you searched for nanami's number.

"do you need me to call a ride home for you?"

you shake your head and call the one man you knew you could count on, and felt so grateful when he picked up on the second ring.

you hear him call out your name in a panicked voice, "are you alright? where are you? i got so worried when everyone was telling me you went home...!"

"k-ken, i need your help. don't feel so good at all..." in your drunken state, you manage to tell nanami the name of the bar you were residing in.

"i'll be there in ten minutes, just hang on tight and wait for me."

you allow the tears to fall, sliding the phone away from you as you hid your head within the crook of your arm. your head was pounding, and you felt so dizzy all of a sudden.

throughout it all, you could hear the bartender asking if you were okay, if you needed help going home again, but you found yourself being unable to answer him. luckily, it didn't take nanami that long to arrive as you could hear the familiarity of his comforting voice right beside.

"it's going to be alright, i'm here, i'm here."

wish i could love you, i really wanted to love you.

"i know."

you weren't sure if those were your thoughts, or whether you had said them out loud, but you didn't care.

i still love him.

the sensation of arms tightening around you was felt, and you were close to falling when nanami helped with steadying you.

"i know that, too. now come on, i'll take you home."

your mind was still blurry, but you couldn't deny how refreshing it felt to feel the cold night air against your skin. you take in a deep breath, ready to go home when nanami suddenly stops in his tracks.

your drunken mind had failed to notice someone blocking nanami's way. you could hear the anger in his voice, yet all you could see was the person's jet black dress shoes directly below you. the nausea you were trying to hold back ends up failing, and you end up letting out a great heave, expelling all of the contents of alcohol from your stomach.

because you hadn't eaten a single meal and spent the next several hours drinking your sorrows away, you allowed your body to purge itself of the alcohol that was circulating within you. when you were sure that you were emptied, you felt your consciousness slowly slipping away from you.

a panicked voice was crying out to you, yet you were already out the moment a pair of powerful arms had carried you away, allowing the darkness to overtake you.

{ ... }

the headache you were feeling was intense, but you were dimly aware of being in a car as your form was strapped onto the passenger seat. believing that it was nanami that was driving you home, you apologize to him.

"i'm sorry for puking on you."

"it's fine."

strange...the voice sounded a lot deeper than nanami's. it had a hoarser, and more raw quality to it. believing that it was just the drunken state of your mind, you sigh and decided to be honest with the man that had become your sole confidant through it all.

"it was stupid of me...drinkin' so much. but...i was hurt, you know?"

you clench your eyes shut, recalling the pain you felt upon reading about sukuna's engagement. "i worked with that asshole for two years, and my stupid heart still loved him, even when i knew deep down he would never give me the time of day."

"but when...when he...touched me, literally invaded the entirety of my mind, i thought he actually felt something for me."

you shake your head, allowing the tears to fall once more as you cry out, "but i was so stupid; all he saw in me was something to play with, another plaything like all the women he's invited to his office right in front of my face."

in the midst of your rant, you realized that nanami hadn't said a single word, making you open your eyes. "nanami, why aren't you-"

"do you love him after all?"

with the tiniest bit of clarity returning to your senses, you really took the chance to look at him, only now realizing that it was sukuna who was settled at the driver's seat. the car had stopped moving several minutes ago, yet he remained silent, listening to each and every word you had said.

your heart was pounding now, feeling mortified at the realization that you had confessed everything to the one man that had broken your heart. he says nothing, simply meeting your gaze before exiting his car.

by now, you were unsure of what to do. before you were given a chance to act, sukuna opens the passenger door and releases you from the seatbelt. he remains silent, reaching over to you as he picked you up and held you in his arms.

you could see the view of his gorgeous mansion as various lights lit the way to his entrance. the alcohol was out of your system as you slowly began to sober up, the pulsing ache within your head turning dull as sukuna entered his home with you still in his embrace.

he heads towards his bedroom, walking into the master bathroom before settling your trembling form against the floor. sukuna was still silent as he strips himself of his ruined shoes and suit, not stopping until he was completely bare for your eyes to feast upon.

you tried to ignore the familiar heat against your cheeks, looking away from him only to be stopped by sukuna's hand settled on your chin. his smirk was prominent, but it seemed less harsh now, as if softened by that expression seen in his rufescent eyes that you had never seen before.

he places his large hands over your clothes and slowly begins to strip them away from you. still feeling your emotions running high for him, you allow him to undress you until you were just as bare as him. he takes your hand and leads him towards the glass shower, allowing you to stand beneath the spray first.

you moan upon feeling the hot water hitting at your skin, washing away the bitter taste that was left in your mouth. with a grunt, sukuna takes a bit of shampoo and washes your hair, allowing your back to meet with his broad chest.

while he was thoroughly washing you, you could feel his chapped lips running against the expanse of your skin. from your shoulder to the curve of your neck, you tremble at the sensation while letting out a soft moan.

the sound was enough to make something deep within sukuna snap as he calls out your name. you were uncertain as to how it happened, but one moment, you were simply standing beneath the shower spray, washing off the last bit of shampoo from your locks of hair-

and in the next moment, you were pressed against the damp shower walls with sukuna kneeling before you. he takes a hold of both of your legs, allowing them to settle against his broad shoulders as he presses a kiss against your inner thighs, as if silently apologizing to you in his own way.

without wasting another second, sukuna dives into your slick flower, allowing his tongue to run up and down your folds as your hands automatically went to his hair. with the water cascading down on him, you felt yourself losing all resistance to him as the droplets ran down his gorgeously sculpted body.

if you thought his fingers worked absolute magic on you, then you were immediately sent to heaven when you could feel sukuna's tongue reaching deep inside of you. the pleasure you felt was red-hot and all-consuming, turning your mind blank as you arched your back against the slick shower walls.

"s-sukuna!" your release came even faster than before, perhaps due to the fact that you had been yearning for him this whole time. the moment you spilled your sweetness into his mouth, sukuna took the time to lap up all you had to offer with a guttural groan.

when sukuna was sure he had swallowed all evidence of your release was when he stood back to his full height. he shuts off the shower and takes you in his arms, making you moan when you felt his erection brushing up against your thighs.

"fuck, i didn't know how much i missed the taste of you..." he admits with a grunt while throwing you over his shoulder. neither of you seemed to mind how the water was dripping from both of your forms as sukuna tossed you against the edge of his king-sized bed.

you land against the plush mattress with a bounce, with sukuna settling himself between your legs as he worked on stroking himself to full hardness. his eyes were completely dilated, darkened with lust and what you realized was complete adoration for you before pushing himself into you.

you cry out and arch your body once more against his bed, feeling your slickness take him inch by inch, the sensation of it all taking your breath away until sukuna was buried to the hilt inside of you. you could feel his large hand touching at the slight bulge seen within your abdomen, letting out a dark chuckle before he began moving in and out of you.

he slides himself almost completely out of you before slamming his hips back in, making you cry out even more as all you could think of was the addicting feeling of his cock buried deep within you. he does not cease his movement, choosing instead to lean down as he fucked you into his bed.

"i thought about you deservin' more, you know?" he completes his statement with another powerful thrust, making you let out a choked moan in response. "i thought that bastard kento could be a good husband for you and do all that shit a good husband would do for a good woman like you-"

his pace turns faster now, becoming more relentless as he lets out a dark laugh, "but thinking about another man touching you drove me to the brink of insanity. i remember hearing you talk about going to lunch with that bastard, and i knew i had to stop you or else my jealousy would have killed him."

he groans before taking a hold of one of your legs, standing up as he tosses your leg over his shoulder while continuing his quick pounds inside of you. "yeah, i know i was hurtin' you, but i wanted to control you- play mind games with you so that you couldn't think of any other man but me."

sukuna's thrusts had become so prominent that his movements were enough to make your breasts bounce in response. "all those women you heard me fuckin' was a way to get you out of my head. each time i buried myself in them, i was thinkin' of you."

"oh, and that engagement? that's not happening. arisa is just a brat that wants to own everything she knows she can't have. i only have a partnership with her father and his company."

upon hearing his confession followed along with another thrust angled just right, you let out a moan, managing to lift you hands as you raked your nails down his chest in response. "you're a fucking bastard, you know that?"

"yeah?" sukuna lets out another chuckle while giving you a smug expression, kissing at your ankle as he kept on impaling his cock deep inside of you. "but i know you wouldn't want me any other way."

he was breathing heavily now, and you could feel him growing inside of you before he allows his large hands to play with your hardened bud, "come for me, be a good little dove and come for me."

as if your body was attuned to his voice, you felt an intense wave washing over you, making you see stars as your release was felt consuming you whole. with another grunt, sukuna leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as you felt him twitch inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed.

your body felt so light, and the pleasure was certainly not helping with the sudden exhaustion you now felt. you were completely content, body turning slack when sukuna pulls out of you with a grunt.

you let out a mewl when he picks you up and settles your body on top of his bed, allowing him to settle between your leg as he laps up the evidence of your respective release. a soft sound of protest escapes from your lips, yet sukuna continues to clean your sensitive core, not stopping until he was satisfied.

when he was finished with cleaning you, he takes you in his arms with a grunt and places you on his chest. you were close to falling asleep, but managed to catch his whispered words-

"you belong to no one else but me."

{ watch me turn your mind into my home | mind - mind games until you lose control... until you lose control. }

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen fluff #sukuna angst #sukuna ryomen angst #.stories

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Hi, do you have any recommendations for Dick and Slade fics where their relationship is explored? It doesn't matter if it's a pairing or not. P.S.: I really love your posts

Thank you!!

And boy do I have them! All of these are my favorites. They're fics I specifically saved separately because I loved them. I hope you do too!

FAVORITE!! The thrill I get when I read this. The high. It's almost incomparable. Sladick in cyberspace. I don't even like cyber punk but I loved this fic - Gray Area

FAVORITE!! I talked about this one before but it's the perfect fic for apprentice Sladick. Read it so many times, I can't get enough of it. - Nightwing Protocol

FAVORITE!! This is one of my comfort fics, I love the whole collections so much. Slade and Dick get married and run off to the Maldives - I Guess Time Will Tell What the Come Down is Like

Slade comes for his Talon. That's his Dick Grayson dammit - Reclaiming an Owl

Favorite! I hope you don't mind but I'm sneaking in this Tiger/Dick fic forgive mee. Tiger's infuriatingly attracted to Dick's lips - Soft lips

FAVORITE!! Jedi Dick meets Sith Slade. And their relationship is always the same - Breathe With Confidence

Slade and Dick are soulmates much to the displeasure of Joey and the happiness of Rose - family in any form

Slade is a god of war and Dick is the demigod of shadows. They meet on the battlefield - Echoes of the Battlefield

Dick is a bartender. And Slade doesn't have identification - The Barkeeper

FAVORITE!! Dick is Aphrodite and Slade is Ares but Dick is a terrifying figure when spurned - Contradiction

FAVORITE!! Dick is Persephone and Slade is Hades and the story fits perfectly - When September Ends

FAVORITE!! Dick and Slade are both Alphas but that's not going to stop Slade in the force of his attraction for Dick - Ready or Knot

Favorite! Dick comes back with bruises, Jason thinks he lost a fight, Tim knows better, and the truth accidentally comes out - B is for Bruises

Series of prompts for Omega Dick and Sladick - Omega!Dick Week

Sladick if Dick had become Slade's apprentice from the start. He's coming back home - Home for the Holidays

FAVORITE!! Slade and Dick take care of each other - Follow Me (Don't Be Such a Fool)

Favorite! Slade takes Dick along South to a bar and Dick has some new discoveries - As Sweet As Strawberry Wine

Favorite! The whole collection! I really love the one with Deadshot but here's the first one with Slade! Remember when Dick paid of Deathstroke not to take a hit on Amy? Here's what happened after - Sell Your Soul

Slade's straight. So is Tiger. And so is most of the harem. They just like him - Attack of the Exes

FAVORITE!! The whole freaking collection?! Star Wars AU of Sladick. Taken to the dark side - Want is a Full Contract

Actually victoriousscarf's stuff is just too good - victoriousscarf

Dick basically goes fuck it. I'm tired of being good. and butts off to be slade's apprentice - Subverting Expectation

Favorite! Dick is a witch and the massive bloody wolf at his door is obviously just a wolf, right? - My Beloved Deathstroke

Slade can't just let Dick stay as Ric. He's too good for that - Madness Started the Moment We Met

FAVORITE!! Ric meets a man at the fight club. And that man is a little too interesting to let go - Like a Virus

FAVORITE!! Dick receives some interesting videos from Slade. Slade has always been good at enticing Dick - Puppet Show

FAVORITE!! Supernatural AU where Dick is Sam and Slade is Ruby. Jason's gone but Dick's gonna get his little brother back. No matter what it takes - On the Head of a Pin

FAVORITE!! Same as above! - Point of Fracture

FAVORITE!! I will sink my teeth into this collection and shake it because it's so good. YJ! Dick becomes the spy instead of Kaldur - Foundations

Favorite! Slade visits Dick in the hospital but Dick's not awake. Although Mar'i is - Give Us This Day

FAVORITE!! Midnighter/Dick/Slade. Dick's gone, right? Then who is then man with a swirling face that reminds Slade of him? - The Third Kind

Favorite! Dick is a sailor and Slade is a merman - I am a Sailor, and you are the Sea

Another Star Wars AU - Resolute in Resurrection

FAVORITE!! Slade acted so unaffected before. There's none of that now - every shadow filled up with doubt

Dick swears he's only here to rescue Damian. It's not his fault Slade was also locked up - (practice our prayers) until some hope crystallizes

FAVORITE!! Dick's mother always told him never to deal with the Fae. But some situations call for it - deal with the devil

FAVORITE!! They had a deal. But Slade's deal never was supposed to be about catching feelings - Maroon Haze

FAVORITE!! Dick has magic and Slade is cursed - i have hurt and hungered before (flesh against flesh)

FAVORITE!! I have read this fic over and over again. I love the younger Slade and Older Dick dynamic - running fever

Not a ship

FAVORITE!! When Slade took in Robin as an apprentice, he was a kid. A teenager. Get woke slade. Funny!! - Why did I think this was a good idea?

Dick is Robin and Slade's protective father instincts kick in - Made Peace

FAVORITE!! One of my all time favorites. Dick's name gets pulled out of the hogwarts cup as the Hogwarts Champion. But..he never put his in - heavy is the crown

Favorite! Bruce doesn't get to get away with Spyral. Dick leaves Bruce for Slade - deeds of men depraved

I have way more but this is a good starting point I think. Lemme know if you're interested in more!

#dick grayson #nightwing #slade wilson #deathstroke #sladick #cl anon asks #thanks for the ask!

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reashot · 2 months

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Dad. I'm Straight (feat. Wolf Faunus Ruby)

Jaune: Dad... I want to tell you,,, I'm Straight.

Papa Arc: ....Okay?

Jaune: And I also want to tell you... That I have a girlfriend.

Papa Arc: ... Fo' real?

Jaune: DAD!!!

Papa Arc: Okay, sorry. I still find it hard to believe my son is both straight and have a girlfriend.

Jaune: So dad. What do you think?

Papa Arc: Don't worry son. Your mom and I are straight.

As long you aren't a bottom and fucking a faunus I will always accept you.

Jaune: ....

*knocks on the door*

Ruby: Jaune~ yoo-hoo. I'm here for our date and for our weekly pegging session.

Jaune: *gulp*.....

Papa Arc: ....... I have no son.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #lancaster rwby #jaune x ruby #ruby x jaune #rwby lancaster #papa arc #papa arc knows best #jaune is a bottom #centurii-chan #wolf faunus ruby

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All You Have Is Your Fire - Part II

Find Part I here :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge, huge thank you to the lovely @bettdraws who literally deserves all the credit and whose post inspired me to start writing this. I could not stop thinking about this head canon, and it was so kind of you to let me try and make a story from it :)

Tag List: @anishake

Part III >>

Elain was running. Fallen twigs snapped under her weight, leaving shallow cuts on the soles of her bare feet. She held tightly onto her skirts, gold like morning sunlight, a beacon in the darkness of the forest. Elain’s knuckles were white around the fabric, jewelled rings flashing ruby red on each of her fingers. Gnarled branches reached out all around her, scratching her face, getting caught in the loose curls of her hair. Elain heard a lone wolf howling in the distance, but she couldn’t see the moon.

Where was the moon?

“Elain?”

The sound of Feyre’s voice shook Elain from her wandering thoughts with a jolt. The tone of her sister’s question suggested that it had not been the first time she’d had to say her name.

“Mhm,” Elain hummed in response, straightening out the thin fabric of her light blue skirts as she shifted in her cushioned seat.

All morning, her mind kept returning to the dream that had woken her so suddenly. Elain could hardly consider it a nightmare, her mind had conjured much more frightening images in recent years, but there was something about the dream that had unsettled her.

Feyre placed a gentle, tattooed hand on Elain’s shoulder. She furrowed her brows, concerned. “Are you alright?”

Elain tore her gaze away from the dancing flames of the fireplace, tucking a strand of hair behind her arched ear. The gesture still managed to make her feel uncomfortable in her own skin, the shape of her ear still unfamiliar to her despite the time that had passed.

Elain swallowed the discomfort, pushed it aside along with the thoughts of her dream. Cassian and Rhysand had paused in the middle of their conversation, and she wondered if they were waiting for her response.

Elain flashed her younger sister a smile, knowing it looked genuine. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Concern still lingered in Feyre’s eyes, her mouth curling down at the corners. She looked like she had more to say, but the door to the suite opened, capturing not just her attention, but Elain’s as well.

When Rhysand had asked Elain that morning to take part in a meeting at the Hewn City, it had been unexpected, but welcome. Elain would have been content to watch over Nyx, as she usually did when the Night Court had business to attend to, but Elain had wanted to keep busy.

Usually, spending her spare time gardening was enough to keep Elain’s mind occupied. Being out in the warm sunlight, the gentle wind a comforting caress as Elain tended to the lovely flowers, it always brought her a sense of peace.

Lately, though, despite her best efforts, Elain had been feeling…anxious.

A strange feeling would come to her suddenly, close to panic, and she would choke on her nerves. It was almost an impression of her own emotions – hers, but not entirely. Like lightning, the feeling would overwhelm her briefly, and as quickly as it had come, it would disappear.

Elain had assumed the panic was related to her abilities as a seer, that the ancient power was once again rearing its ugly head, but as Azriel walked into the room with another man following close behind, Elain was overcome with the realisation that she had forgotten about Lucien.

Seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court.

Elain tried her best not to think about him, his name alone was enough to make her bitter. She could still recall every word he had ever said to her, and yet Elain wanted nothing to do with him. Her mate.

Elain had thought Lucien was Autumn personified, when she had met him, learned more about him. He was all the golds and reds she had associated with the season, until Elain had seen Lucien’s eldest brother for the first time during the Winter Solstice and her opinion had changed entirely.

Eris Vanserra was lovely in the same way that broken glass was, and he looked every bit like the faeries she had heard about when she lived on the other side of the wall. Blood-red hair, eyes like golden coins, his skin was pale as bone. He looked dangerous, deadly, a striking opposite to Lucien despite their similarities. How fitting, Elain had thought, that Autumn was the season of death, and Eris was its prince.

If Eris was here, and she had been brought to this meeting, then Elain could declare with certainty that Lucien would be at the centre of the discussion. The sound of her own heartbeat was thunderous in her ears as Elain tried to convince herself she didn’t care what happened to Lucien. She barely knew him, after all.

When Eris’s assessing gaze fell on her, Elain made a point to look elsewhere. She watched as the door closed shut on a phantom wind, and she wondered if it was Feyre’s or Rhysand’s magic that had done so.

Azriel walked silently past Eris to stand at Rhysand’s side, his shadows scattering to the room’s dark corners. The suite was large, beautiful, but Elain felt like the grey walls were closing in around her, a cell. Elain placed her hands in her lap, her posture like that of royals.

“I won’t waste your time, or mine, with pleasantries,” Eris clipped. “We all know why I’ve come to your wretched city.”

Elain kept her face blank, revealing nothing, but she noticed Cassian’s frown, the only hint he too had been unaware of the reason behind their meeting. Eris’s observant eyes caught the movement and he raised his auburn brows.

Before the heir could comment on it, Rhysand spoke. “Lucien is in Autumn.”

Elain knew very little about the court, but she could guess from the expression on her family’s faces that this could mean nothing good.

“Not very smart, sending him to Spring.” Eris said, and Feyre winced. Elain wondered if Feyre blamed herself for whatever situation Lucien was currently in. “I think the only reason my father hasn’t killed him yet is because he still holds the title of the Night Court’s emissary.”

“I wasn’t under the impression Beron cared for such things,” Azriel mumbled.

Embers fell from the tips of Eris’s fingers as he smiled, mocking. “And risk angering the most powerful High Lord in history?”

Azriel glared at Eris, shadows at his shoulders. Eris winked in response, taunting.

“What can we do for him, Eris?” Rhysand asked, drawing his attention once more.

“You?” Eris frowned, “probably nothing.” He faced Elain with flames in his amber eyes. She had to make an effort not to shrink into her seat. “I had asked to meet with Lady Elain.”

Of course Eris would want to speak with her, Elain thought. A million questions flashed through her mind, but Rhysand’s voice cut through the room like a knife, stopping her before she could ask any of them.

“And I had told you, Eris, that would not be possible without the rest of my court present.” At his angry words, Elain bristled.

Eris ignored the High Lord of Night, his focus solely on Elain. “I sent word to your sister days ago, my father has Lucien thrown in the dungeons and he cares very little for my brother’s well-being.” Elain bit the inside of her cheek, tasting blood, but Eris had more to say. “My father wants Lucien dead, but his connection to the High Lady of Night is keeping him alive, at least for now.”

Elain was sure Eris would have continued, but she was feeling resentful. Like an indignant child throwing a tantrum, Elain snapped. “You knew?” She kept her voice measured, but the tone was accusatory as she directed her words at Feyre. “You knew, and didn’t think to tell me?”

Feyre had the decency to look ashamed, but she said nothing.

Eris clicked his tongue. “And here I thought you were the one sentencing Lucien to a cruel death.”

“What do you mean?” Elain demanded, her patience wearing thin with him as well. She could barely recognise herself, her emotions wild like the flames of a forest fire. Elain stood from her seat, the wooden legs of the chair scratching the black marble of the floor. She clenched her hands in fists at her sides.

Eris watched Elain, reading her reaction. “I forget that you are new to this life, new to our laws and our ways.” His eyes skipped to Feyre for a moment before coming back to Elain. “As Lucien’s mate, you could demand an audience with the High Lord of Autumn, and request his return to Night.”

Elain was not given a chance to share her thoughts as everyone in the room began to speak over one another. She paid no attention to their words, too concerned with what Eris had claimed.

It should not have mattered to her, what Lucien’s fate would be. If Eris was right, and Lucien died at the High Lord of Autumn’s hands, she would not have to worry about having the mate she had never wanted. Instead of the relief she would have assumed to feel at the thought, she could only feel an overwhelming sense of dread.

I’ll do it.

The words rang clear in her head, the toll of a bell. When everyone turned to face her, Elain realised that she had spoken out loud.

Elain looked to Eris, voice firm. “I’ll go to Autumn.”

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien #elain x lucien #eris vanserra #feyre archeron #rhysand acotar #azriel acotar #cassian acotar #ashes writes sometimes #all you have is your fire

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 7 months

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Midnight Masquerade - Crosshair

Summary: The bottle chooses your partner, and it lands on Crosshair.

Chapter Warnings: minors DNI; vampire!Crosshair x f!reader. kinks: mind control + marking/biting. spitting, feeding, blood, consent is gained though it's a little fuzzy, praise, oral (m receiving), PiV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); if I missed anything, please let me know!

Word Count: 2.6k

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...Crosshair.

A round of wolf-whistles rises from the rest of the table (quite literally, in Hunter’s case). Your gaze snaps to Crosshair. His eyes, shining blood red in the strobing lights of the party, meet yours without hesitation. A slow, smug smirk tugs his lips over his teeth. Pointed canines gleam. Core clenching in a mix of anxiety and excitement, you swallow involuntarily. For a moment, you forget where you are, entranced by the ruby color of his eyes, vision tunneling so that all you can see is him.

The moment passes. Tech appraises both you and Crosshair. “Please do take note of any physiological differences or changes during this proce—hmph—”

Crosshair shoves his slim hand in his brother’s face, effectively shutting him up and providing leverage to climb out of the confines of the table. You rise on shaky legs. Crosshair moves to your side; he’s not as broad as his batchmates, but you still feel dwarfed by his presence, the pallid tint his skin has taken on, the sunken circles around his eyes, the faint scars on his neck that remind you what he’s transformed into. Even his clothing, a plain, high-collared black cape and simple button-down, sets your blood into a frenzy. When his hand comes to rest on the small of your back, you shudder.

Peering at you with hooded eyes, Crosshair quirks one eyebrow. “Well, doll?”

“Let’s find somewhere more...private,” you say. Your heart is in your throat, choking your words, but you’re not scared so much as you are exhilarated.

Crosshair’s grip curves around your waist and tugs you firmly against his side. The appreciative look he gives you reassures you; from the few times you’ve interacted, there’s always been an unspoken magnetism that draws you to him. His silent, stoic facade and piercing gaze haunt your dreams on occasion.

The crowd of troopers and nat-born partiers alike parts before the two of you as Crosshair guides you, towards a doorway at the back you hadn’t noticed before. In your periphery, you catch the looks some of the troopers share, the dubious expressions on their faces, but the pulse and thrum of the music drowns out any comments they mutter. All that matters is the way that Cross’s fingers dig into your side, the angry glare he levels at anyone who gets too close to you.

It makes you feel wanted. Desired. You walk with your back a little straighter.

At the back of the large building, the single doorway leads to a hallway that itself branches into tributary halls and connected rooms. Straight ahead, a set of stairs leads up to another level.

“You got a safe word?” Cross asks, voice silky and low, as the door shuts behind the two of you.

Nodding, you meet his gaze again with a daring smile, lifting your chin to expose your neck more than you normally would. His eyes flicker down from yours to trace the column of your throat, before returning to your face. In the low light, his red eyes gleam. Your breath grows shallower.

“Meiloorun,” you finally say.

“Good,” he hums. Tugging you forward once more, he leads you down a series of twisting hallways that leave you disoriented and confused. The longer you walk, the more you yearn for him to slide his hand down to your ass, or to push you against the wall and take you there, or even to just sink his fangs into you and—

“You have loud thoughts, dollface. Patience.”

Startled, you peer up at him with wide eyes. “Can you read my mind?”

Drawing you to a halt, he glances into the nearest chamber and seems to come to a decision. Pushing you gently, he guides you into the room. A light, dim and soft yellow, blooms to life from a lamp in the corner, revealing—a bed? In the center of the room, a massive bed with plush pillows awaits, and hanging along one wall are a myriad of tools, toys, and implements. Your body flushes with heat at the sight.

Crosshair slips his arm from around you. “I can hear vague impressions of what you’re thinking,” he finally answers.

“Oh.” You hesitate in the midst of the room as he shuts the door behind you. “So, uh, are you good with this?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Right,” you say, “yeah. Just asking.”

He hums, wrapping his arms around you from behind, caging you in place, as he dips his head to breathe in your scent. Nose skimming over your skin, he inhales deeply. The groan he lets out rumbles against your back. Goosebumps skitter down your skin.

“You think too much,” he grumbles, then presses a chaste, close-mouthed kiss to the spot where your neck and shoulder meet. “Let me help with that.”

“H-How?” you breathe out, nerves coming alive in reaction to him. Kriff, he’s barely touched you, and you’re already so sensitive, so open, so curious.

His hands guide you to turn around in his embrace. Snaking your arms up around his shoulders, you fiddle with the short, silvery locks at the nape of his neck. Slowly, you raise your gaze from his chest, where silver hair peeks through the unbuttoned top of his shirt, to the strong column of his throat, to his pouting mouth, to his crimson eyes. Again, peering into him, you lose awareness, just for a moment, of the room around you.

He runs his tongue over his fangs and grins, predatory and feral. “Just let go, doll. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You glance at his mouth, biting at your own lips, heart stuttering. “Kiss me first.”

Grip tightening around your body, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. You moan, unashamed and loud, against him. His mouth is rough, demanding; his sharp teeth catch at your bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to remind you of why you’re here. Heat pulses through you.

When he pulls back, his eyes darken, lips parted and swollen. Your chest heaves. Fingers tightening in his hair, you chase his mouth, but he just chuckles and steps out of your embrace.

“Undress,” he says, peering into your eyes. “Then wait by the bed.”

A warm tingling sensation spills down your spine as his eyes seem to glow crimson. The weight of your thoughts seems to lift, ever so slightly. With a shiver, all you can do is nod, filled with the urge to comply.

Stepping out of your shoes, you tug off your clothing as quickly as you can, discarding the offending garments haphazardly, uncaring where they go. In the chilled air of the room, your nipples pebble. The thought occurs to you to touch them, let Crosshair see you play with yourself—a thought that is immediately dashed. That hadn’t been part of the orders.

You wrench your attention back to the current moment as you position yourself by the side of the bed as told. Against the far wall, Crosshair leans, fingers absentmindedly caressing the worn grip of a flogger, an amused smile playing across his face as he watches you.

“Good,” he says, and a flush of pride skitters through you. “Kneel.”

Even across the room, the weight of his chromatic gaze presses on you, and you again succumb to the warm, floating feeling as you drop to your knees. You rest your palms on your thighs. Crosshair approaches, toys left behind on the wall, and you crane your head back to maintain eye contact. One hand, long and cool and tender, caresses your face, thumb swiping over your bottom lip.

You lick his thumb, enticing him to touch you more, feel you deeper.

“Behave.”

The command washes over you and settles into your bones. The longer you stare into his eyes, the lighter you become, until all you’re aware of is the cold press of duracrete against your knees, the feel of his skin against yours, and those red, red eyes.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Open your mouth.”

You anticipate the words before they leave his lips and your jaw is open halfway through his statement, tongue sticking over your bottom teeth. It’s like you can feel what he desires of you before he expresses it aloud; the pleased expression that curls over his face makes you happy. You’re doing so well for him.

Crosshair leans over you, still fully clothed, and while normally you’d be concerned with freeing his cock from his pants, right now all you’re worried about is making sure you follow orders. Keeping your mouth open, your eyes never leave his.

He spits in your waiting mouth. “Swallow that.”

You do as told, thighs clenching together as you become aware of another thing: the slick coating of arousal dripping down your legs.

“Crosshair,” you whine, breathless.

“Patience,” he chides again. His hands move to undo his pants; you blink and his cock is fully free, swollen and flushed and drooping in front of your face. “Remember your safe word, pretty thing?”

It takes you a moment, sifting through hazy thoughts and muddled memories, but it comes back to you. “Meiloorun.”

“Good girl.”

This time, he doesn’t even have to voice what he wants from you. Once you drop your mouth open again, he slips the flushed tip of his cock past your lips. You hollow your cheeks, sucking on his leaking head, humming in contentment at his taste. Cross watches you with hooded lids, a flush blotching his neck and face. Stars, he looks good like this. You bob your head, fighting off your gag when he touches the back of your throat.

“Kriff,” he grits out.

You repeat the motion. The only sound you’re aware of is the wet suck of your lips wrapped tight around his length, and it only makes the wetness between your thighs grow worse. Whining, you sense the order Crosshair wants to give: stay still and let me fuck your face.

So you do. Cross’s hands come to rest on your jaw, cradling your head gently, and you breathe deep and even through your nose as he pushes his hips forward. Gagging, your vision blurs with tears as he holds you on his cock—and when he releases, you sputter, coughing.

“Filthy little thing,” he says, but the undertone of his voice is laced with praise. You flutter your eyelashes up at him, thick with tears.

For a moment, the two of you remain like that, a string of spit connecting you to his dick. His chest heaves, straining against the buttons of his shirt. Your eyes flicker away from his ruby gaze long enough to soak in the sight of his bulging muscles; his fingers on your jaw angle your face back up.

“On the bed,” he murmurs.

You rise to your feet and perch your ass on the side of the bed, your slick and aching cunt at the perfect level for him to sink into without any angling. Eyes on his, you sense what he wants—what he needs. You trail two fingers through your sopping folds to gather some of your juices. Spreading your arousal over his hard length, you whimper at the velvety feel of him in your hand.

“Such a good pet,” he croons.

He grips at your hips, yanking you forward so you’re supporting yourself by your elbows, entire body hanging off the bed. His jaw tightens as he rubs his cockhead through your folds, rutting into you, the tip catching at your entrance. You both moan.

And then he’s pushing into you, or maybe he’s pulling you onto him, but either way all you can feel is his thick length spearing you, deeper than you’ve ever had another partner before. His balls rest heavy against your ass as he holds you still, his fingers likely leaving bruises where he holds your hips. Your cunt flutters around him.

Another of his thoughts begins to form, and you sense it over your connection to him. Immediately you convulse, desire and pleasure rocketing through you.

“Yes, please, Crosshair, mark me,” you beg. “Show everyone who I belong to. Fucking bite me.”

Face contorting into a snarl, he snaps his hips against yours. His cock sliding nearly all the way out of you before he impales you once again, you let your head fall back, moans clawing out of your throat with every thrust. Stars, he’s so deep, reaching parts of you that you only ever dreamed of, and it makes your entire body light up with pleasure.

He continues to fuck you as his arms slip around your body, pulling you flush to him, supporting your entire body weight.

And then his mouth is on your skin. He sucks a trail of hickeys across your chest, lavishes your nipples with licks and love bites, skims his fangs over your hot, sensitive buds. You pant. Snagging his hair in one hand, you gently guide his head up to your neck, your actions an extension of the burning desire coursing through you both.

“Please,” you whimper, “please please please feed on me.”

“Kriff, girl,” he groans into you.

There’s a split second of overwhelming pain when his fangs sink into you—but it is immediately dispersed by a rush of pleasure so blinding that you think you cum. You can’t tell. Your mind is too far gone to fully process anything but the fact that his cock is driving into that one devastating spot inside you and that his lips are latched around the double-puncture wound in your neck as he suckles from your life-force. His thumb finds your clit and rubs it in precise, tight circles. Sobbing from pleasure and overstimulation, you cum again around him, body locked up as he fucks you through it.

“That’s it, just like that,” he praises, sounding absolutely wrecked, tongue smoothing over the bite mark on your neck. “K-Kark, gonna—”

“Please!” It’s the only word you’re capable of. “Please, please.”

He lifts his head, eyes finding yours once more, as he thrusts once, twice, thrice more before stilling, cock buried as deep in your cunt as he can get. As his length throbs in your soaked pussy, you can’t help the ragged whimper that tears from your chest at the sensation, nearly tipping you over the edge yet again.

Slowly you become aware of your surroundings again. Against your back is a plush, soft surface: the bed. Crosshair’s voice, still silky and raspy, but lacking the previous hard edge, caresses your ears. “Did so good, doll. Come back down to me.”

Blinking, you loll your head to the side. Lying next to you, Crosshair gives you the barest hint of a smile, expression softer than you’ve ever seen him. His eyes have returned to their usual amber smolder, his skin devoid of the pallid, waxy hue. His fingers brush your cheek.

“I hurt you.”

He doesn’t phrase it as a question. You reach with weak fingers to poke the sore wound at the base of your neck, wincing slightly but chuckling nonetheless. “I wanted it. It felt amazing.”

Settling his hand in the center of your chest, the two of you bask in the pleasant silence, studying one another. Faintly, music reaches your ears—the party is still going, and you can return when you’re ready. Crosshair slowly recomposes his expression into the neutral scowl you’re so familiar with.

“What happened, fully?” you finally ask.

“Mind control,” he says. “Sent you into a trance. Tried to, at least. Got carried away.”

His eyes drop to your bare body and you follow his gaze. A gasp escapes you. Oh, that’s so many more hickeys and marks than you expected. You’d been lost in the heady pleasure, the cloudlike feeling of drifting and only being tethered to the real world by his cock.

The thought makes you giggle; once you start laughing, you find it hard to stop. After a moment, Crosshair joins, his low rumbling laugh echoing with yours. You’ll get back to the party eventually. For now, you just enjoy the comfy bed and good company.

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lwde-encrusted-sideblog · 11 months

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Jaune: Hey Ren?

Ren: Yes Jaune?

Jaune: Did you feel that?

Ren: Yes. yes I did.

Jaune: How long-

Ren: It's too late.

Jaune: Yeah. I thought so. At least Ruby's able to keep up with me when her this happens.

Ren: Yes, But you can't keep up with her.

Jaune: I can hang in there. See you in a couple weeks.

Ren: I may need you to lend me some strength, Jaune.

Wolf!Faunus Ruby and Bear!Faunus Nora: *Break down the Door*

Wolf!Faunus Ruby: Oh Jaune~ I'm in heat~ Please take care of me~

Jaune: *Picking up Ruby* You got it Babe.

Bear!Faunus Nora: REN IT'S TIME TO SMASH!

Ren: *Gets picked up by Nora* Please try not to break the bed frame this time.

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby shitpost #ruby rose #nora valkyrie #lie ren #renora #lancaster #slight lemon #wolf!faunus ruby #bear!faunus nora

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rookthorne · 7 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

The time had come for a purge — a leadership so rotten to the core that it had bled into and sullied the earth where it took its roots. Teeth gnashed and the growl of a prowling pack of wolves was near, and they were bloodthirsty.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ➣ Bodyguard!CW!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ➣ 4.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ➣ Fluff, angst, dark themes, familial physical abuse, descriptions of assassination, a lot of their past is uncovered with a surprise visitor

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ➣ Well, here is the start of a whole new arc for these three — the moment I have been planning since the very beginning and working out how it would happen, is finally here. ➣ @smutconnoisseur had a huge part in the basis of this, all those months ago, and I can only hope what I have done has given her idea justice — buckle up and enjoy!

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ➣ Hunt You Down by The Hit House, William August Hunt, Scott Lee Miller, Ruby Friedman ➣ Sinners and Saints by Andrea Wasse ➣ Deadwood by Really Slow Motion ➣ Holding Out for a Hero by Nothing But Thieves ➣ Burn by 2WEI, Edda Hayes ➣ We Know What You Whisper by Busiswa Gqulu, Ludwig Göransson ➣ How Villains Are Made by Madalen Duke ➣ Go To Hell, for Heaven's Sake by Bring Me The Horizon

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ➣ @allcapsbingo 𝗡𝟰 — White Wolf — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was dark. Your first glance around the room left you that conclusion, and the door stood only slightly ajar. The hallway was dark, too — no light from the kitchen, nor were there any lights on elsewhere.

Bucky and James, ever the tacticians, had set their home up in a way that wherever you were in the house, you would know if a light was on, or you would hear even the slightest creak.

You called them paranoid, they called themselves practical.

Which, with the truth of things and all of what they had seen, not to mention their line of work, you couldn’t blame them.

What stumped you, however, was that you could hear the low murmur of voices. Russian curses and words, and was that a laugh? Dark and hollow, void of humour, and far too dangerous to be considered friendly.

After the day you had endured, the yelling match with your father and the backhanded slap that had sent you reeling, you wanted nothing more than just to curl up with both Bucky and James — content to sleep the winces of pain and the vicious slither of anger away.

It seemed they had other ideas, of which included bringing a stranger into their fortress of an abode.

You shuffled to the edge of the bed and threw one of Bucky’s shirts on, then walked slowly to the bedroom door. The voices were a little louder, more discernible. A male’s voice, a low tone that hummed with implicit threat. “And just how do you expect this to pan out?”

“A blood bath,” Bucky replied, just as dangerous. “They’re making their move. It’s not like they believe the bullshit of feigned innocence. He has to go, whether it’s by our hand…” There was a pause, followed by the sound of a low grumble and shuffled movement. Then a growl of, “Or another’s.”

“Mine,” James said just as quietly.

You blanched and placed a hand on the door when that same hollow laugh bounced off the walls again. “Well,” the voice said in a loud scoff. “You really have it out for him, huh?”

“He is dangerous,” James growled, and you heard the slither of poison in his voice. You pictured him on the edge of his seat, a snarl on his lips. “I will not have him hurt her, not again.”

Your mouth parted in shock. Slowly, you opened the door, careful to keep it from creaking, and you padded down the hall when the conversation abruptly stopped with the last words of, “He will be on the move in a few hours. I have set up-”

Silence followed, but you still crept forward. The stranger’s voice suddenly called, “She’s awake.”

You peered around the corner and found Bucky and James looking at you from over the back of the couch, and the stranger, remarkably stoic and intimidating, sat on the chair opposite. He stared at you with calculating eyes — just as cold and intimidating as James had been when you first met him.

“Kisa,” James said softly, and he twitched a smile. “Are you alright?”

Frowning, you stepped closer and Bucky let out a sharp exhale. The bruises left behind from your father’s rings had bloomed and decorated your cheeks like a stain. “Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered. “C’mere, come sit with me.”

The three men watched you like a hawk; two of them concerned, one intensely curious.

With a wince of pain twisting your face, you sat down on Bucky’s lap sideways, grateful to feel his arm cradling your sore back and the other resting over your thighs. “I’m just sore,” you whispered.

Bucky kissed your forehead and rested his cheek there, his hand moving up and down your thigh to soothe you. “You took a hell of a hit,” he rumbled, and the stranger raised a brow.

James breathed a heavy sigh and put a hand on your shin. “It is alright, darling. Do you mind if we keep talking?” You shook your head and burrowed into Bucky’s chest, placing a hand over his heart and mindlessly fidgeting with his shirt collar. James looked at the stranger and began again, “As you have said, he will be on the move in a few hours?”

The stranger nodded, his focus shifting from you to James. You realised they looked eerily similar. “Yeah, he’ll be out to finalise something or rather.”

“Be specific,” Bucky snapped.

“A contract came up with a new import opportunity. His company secured it. I don’t think I need to fill in the details,” the stranger deadpanned, eyes boring into Bucky’s face. You shrunk under the heat of such a stare.

“Enough,” James said quickly. “Kisa, darling, this is… Wolf. He is an old accomplice.”

“And an arrogant fucker,” Bucky edged in, voice dark. “You forgot to mention that.”

James glared at Bucky and he finally simmered down, the tenseness of his shoulders melting away. You decided to speak up. “What are you doing here?”

Wolf blinked, glanced at James, then, “They called me to organise intel—maybe I should hear the story for myself, since these two get close to flying of the handle at the mention of your-”

“You say one more word and I swear to fuck, Wolf, you’ll eat through a fuckin’ straw for the rest of your miserable life,” Bucky growled, teeth bared.

James rolled his eyes. “Moy Bog, Yasha.” Bucky tensed and looked at James, frowning — much like a kicked puppy. James raised his brows and gestured for you to move towards him, and you followed, settling between the two of them on the couch. “Will you just swallow your pride for just one moment?”

There was a low grumble and Bucky slouched back in surrender, fuming, but quiet.

“Now,” James started again, resting a hand on his knee while the other pointed at the scattered documents on the table in front of you. You hadn’t even noticed them. “Kisa can tell you what happened, and then we can move on, yes?” He looked back up at Wolf and snarled his next words. “Yego neobkhodimo ustranit'. Slishkom mnogoye visit na voloske. Nam ne vazhno, kak, no segodnya vecherom on ispustit posledniy vzdokh... Konets istorii.”

Wolf smirked, a sly thing. “You are slipping back into old habits…” A knife was suddenly embedded into the back of the seat, right next to his head. He cast his eyes towards Bucky. “You missed.”

Bucky was staring straight back; vitriol and fury twisting his features to be inhuman. “Choose your next words very carefully.”

With a sigh, Wolf sat forward and rested his elbows on his knees, lowering his head. That same stare James had perfected looked much more menacing on his pseudo twin — though, with the shorter hair and his stubble, he looked more rugged. “Go on then,” he said, looking at you.

Both James and Bucky reached for you — Bucky rested a hand on your lower back, and James held your hand. “Tell him what happened, dorogya. What he did to you.”

You blinked, and casted your mind back to the beginning of your day; where it all went wrong.

There was a text from your father, from not even five minutes ago, when your phone insistently rang in your hands. Bucky was driving the car and James was sat in the passenger seat when you answered the call.

The bellowing voice of your father in a fit of rage made you drop the phone in shock, and James looked back at you, stony-faced and cold. “Give it to me,” he said softly. You handed it to him and shivered at the rage in your father’s voice as he spoke to James, while James only replied curtly.

He ordered you to his office within the next half hour, and you had no choice but to obey — helpless against the tidal wave of fear for what awaited you behind those giant office doors. Even Beth seemed hesitant to send you through, but you assured her that you would be alright.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

Bucky and James had followed behind you and waited at the door. You hadn’t wanted them to experience first hand just how volatile your father’s rage could be — an explosion at best, a decimation at worst.

The moment you walked through that threshold, you knew you had made a mistake.

He was pacing back and forth behind his desk, and his fists were clenched so tightly you were sure they would be akin to steel. When he looked up and saw you in the entryway, he glared furiously before spitting, “Where have you been?”

You steeled yourself, took a deep breath, and squared your shoulders. Lying would only make the situation worse, so you elected to be truthful. “I was out. James and Bucky were with me–it was just errands.”

“That is bullshit,” he snapped, and he rounded the desk to stand right in front of you. In his fury, he hadn’t been thinking with his sound mind — not like he ever did when it came to his perceived slights on his intelligence. “What the fuck were you doing?”

“I told you,” you said, standing your ground. “I was just out with James and Buck-”

He swung. The pain bloomed across your cheek and you yelped with the intensity — studded diamond rings left indents on the soft tissue and you felt a trickle of blood begin to fall. The second hit to your other cheek was a shock and you stumbled to the floor, landing painfully on your hip with a gasp.

The ringing of your ears blocked out the sound of his furious tirade, but you watched his mouth work furiously around insults and insinuations of incompetency and deceit.

It was then the office doors burst open. Wood splintered and rained down as both doors bounced off the wall, leaving two large dents behind on the plaster.

You looked over at James and Bucky — their gazes flickered between your tear stained face and slumped figure on the carpeted floor of the office, and the reddened, twisted face of your father.

James was the first to speak, and his voice, behind the mask and muffled as it was, dripped with such vitriol that even you shied away. “What did you do? Why is she-” He looked at you again, and those eyes, normally filled with warmth and adoration, were cold in his anger. “She is bleeding.”

The room became tense with furious energy, and you whimpered from the pain of your face. “Get out, you’re not needed right now,” your father barked, ignoring James as he pointed towards the door.

Neither James nor Bucky moved, instead, they slowly advanced. Their steps were careful, calculated and sure.

“I said get out!” your father boomed. “I am not paying you to-”

“You are paying us to watch out for your daughter.” Bucky stepped forward, his shoulders high and broad as he planted himself right in front of the blustering man. James sidestepped to stand in front of you, shielding you from the two men fit to come to blows. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Laying hands on our girl!”

Your father swelled in his anger; face ruddy with rage. “She’s my daughter, the fuck you mean ‘your girl’?” Bucky’s fists clenched and you watched, frozen in horror, as your father squared his own shoulders and swung, hitting Bucky in the shoulder.

“You will never lay a hand on her again, you fucking bastard,” Bucky growled, his voice so deep it reverberated off the walls with it’s implicit threat. “And we will make fucking sure of it, you son of a bitch.”

James was suddenly in your vision, his eyes blank and void, but his hands were soft as he grabbed your elbows. “Up. We need to go.”

The yells and shouts between Bucky and your father had drawn everyone’s attention — clerks and assistants watched you stumble from the office with James who stalked determinedly away from the scene, low murmurs of comforting words keeping you grounded as the lift took you down to the parking garage.

“Breathe, kotenok,” James whispered, holding you to his chest as you shook. “I have you—Bucky will be down soon, and we can take you home.”

In the car, you watched Bucky drive with a stony expression while James spoke on the phone — rapid Russian and commands, none of which you could make out until he hung up and looked at Bucky. “He will meet us tonight.”

Bucky nodded stiffly. “Sooner the fuckin’ better.”

The regalement of the events left a sour taste on your tongue, and you sniffled. “And that’s what happened,” you concluded. The pain in your cheek and hip throbbed in tandem, and you sobbed. “I don’t know why-”

“Well,” Wolf cut in, staring at you, his gaze focusing on the blooming bruises on your cheeks. “No man should lay a hand on a woman. Let’s just state that fact first.”

“Something we can agree on,” Bucky mumbled.

Wolf rolled his eyes. “My intel is as good as you can get. Who’s taking the shot?”

“Wait,” you said, freezing in place. “What do you mean–?” No one answered your question for a moment, and your heart raced. The tension in the room skyrocketed and became unbearable. “What do you mean taking the shot?” you repeated, staring at Wolf.

James leaned forward and pointed at the documents on the table. The one directly on top was a piece of paper, with a fancy header and signatures lined the bottom — it looked official, something from a legal team.

“Your father,” James began quietly, hesitating. “Well, he is… He is not as good natured as everyone else believed.” You couldn’t help the snort of laughter at that observation, and James smirked slightly. “He has been lying to his whole legitimate company, and he has upended the goings of many, many street gangs and he has flipped them into loan sharking. Worse things.” He shuffled the paper to show stills of surveillance footage. There was a body, and your father stood over it. “He has been dirtying his hands.”

“What,” you breathed, looking closely at the picture, then the documents. “Is that a- A will?”

Bucky shuffled forward and pointed at the bottom of another document. “And he is signing his fortune over to you. The legitimate part of his business, anyway. Your father will be going down with the corrupt side of his ventures, and Wolf here will help us.”

You blinked and looked from Bucky, to Wolf, to James. “Are you meaning to tell me that my father, the man that has kept me under his thumb for my whole life, is… He is going to be shot?”

“Yes,” James said simply. “And I am the one that is going to do it.”

Heavy, tangible silence followed James’ statement. Something akin to disbelief forbade the words from settling in your mind — it did not feel real.

“It will be marked as a hit, yes,” Wolf explained, and he leaned forward to pull a case out from underneath the table. “But your father is a real piece of work and he is no way near a fucking saint, I’ll say that much. James here will pose under the guise of a rival mob, contractor, whatever we feed the cops, and you will be able to walk away with clean money and a new life.”

The news of your father’s assassination by the hand of James made you frightened beyond belief, but not for the reason you had expected. No love was lost for the man that had raised you – he had been tyrannical and quick to call all of your shortcomings, that was not what made your stomach roil, nor for your body to break out into a sweat.

“But, what if–if you get caught?” you asked quietly, looking at James.

He smiled. “Kisa, I may have been away from that life for many, many years now, but such skills never leave.” There was a sigh next to you, but you didn’t look at Bucky. “I cannot and I will not stand for what he is. And I would also like you to be free. I have seen how you feel constrained and trapped.”

“The world will be better off without that bastard,” Bucky sneered. “Much better off.”

A thought occurred to you. If your father wasn’t alive to keep them employed… “What about us? I mean,” you rushed, blinking the sudden burn of tears away. “What if he goes and- And I-”

Bucky arched his brows in shock. “Doll, do you really think we’d leave you?” he asked, astonished.

“I don’t know, I-”

“Never,” James whispered. “It will never happen. You are our girl, our sweet Kisa—nothing that happens from now on will change that. We swear to it.” Both men leaned into your space, James kissed you on the temple and Bucky kissed you on the cheek.

“This is lovely and all,” Wolf sighed, gesturing at you. “But the clock’s ticking-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky snapped again, glaring at Wolf. “Just because you’re a lonely son of a bitch does not mean you can come in here-”

“Please don’t fight,” you whispered, and both men looked at you, surprise etched on their faces. “I can’t take it, not tonight.”

Wolf and Bucky looked sheepish, but they continued their plan, involving you in every discussion and every step. It mostly flew over your head, the logistics and placements, but when they concluded, and James stood from the couch to grab that case, you rose with him.

“Be careful, Jamie.” Your arms went around him, and he hugged you back just as tightly. “I can’t lose you.”

“You will not, darling. I am a tough cookie, as you say,” he replied softly, smiling at your small giggle. “Now, you will stay here, with Wolf, and he will update you. It will just be Bucky and I out there.”

You nodded against his chest, and pulled back where he kissed you on the lips. “YA lyublyu tebya, Kisa.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered back.

Bucky then stood next to you and embraced you both. “Let’s go take care of this fucker—free our girl.”

It was half an hour later when both James and Bucky emerged from a room down the hallway. James wore his full tactical suit, mask and goggles included, while Bucky wore his own tactical vest and pants – the flood of black brought out his eyes and since both of their gleaming arms were covered, you guessed they’d be hard pressed to be found.

“Watch our girl, and don’t be a dick,” Bucky warned Wolf, pointing at him.

Wolf raised his hands from his set up on the table, a laptop and comms device next to it. “Scout’s honour.”

You watched, full of trepidation, as they walked out the door, sniper case in hand, towards the car that awaited them under the cover of their garage. Fear coiled up your spine and set your heart racing, a beat against your ribs that you swore would break them.

“Relax,” Wolf said quietly from behind the laptop. For the first time, he looked kind; sincere in his reassurance. “Those two are the best at what they do. They’ll be fine.”

It was a while before you managed to speak once more — too afraid of your voice cracking with the waves of fear that held you like a vice.

“How do you know them?” you asked, curious about their origins. You took a seat next to him and looked at the laptop, it was then you realised it was the live feedback from James’ goggles. “James and Bucky.”

There was a long, long silence before Wolf sighed. “I knew them from another life. James—he was my associate back when… we were not so lucky. He pulled me out.” The computer beeped and the feed changed to be from some kind of scope. “Ah. They’re almost there, James just switched on the rifle,” he explained, pointing at the corner of the screen where text stated where the footage was from. “Anyway, Bucky came back for me at the insistence of James, I guess. We never liked one another but he still saved my ass.”

“I know that they haven’t always been what they are now,” you hedged, fidgeting with your fingers as you watched the split screen of James’ goggles and the scope while he assembled the rifle. “God, I’m so scared, what if they’re found?”

The grin that Wolf sent you made you even more on edge. “Don’t you worry.” He looked back at the screen where you could see James looking down an extended barrel and scope. “James was my mentor.”

Another beep sounded from the laptop and the comms at the same time. “Go for it,” Wolf said, and then there was static.

Bucky’s voice came through, as clear as though he was in the room right next to you. “Target spotted, line secure—are we clear?”

Wolf held a finger to his lips to stop you from cutting in and he said, “Go for it. Position?”

“Intel was correct. Lining the shot,” James replied, and you heard the monotonous tone; felt it in your bones. “Base, are we clear? Where is she?”

“Right here,” Wolf replied. He nodded at you once — an all clear to talk.

“Jamie? Buck?” you ventured, voice small. “Are you two okay?”

“Better than okay, doll,” Bucky replied quietly. “Goin’ dark soon, just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

There was a heavy breath from James’ line, then, “You can leave the room, darling. This will not be pretty.”

“No,” you said sharply. “I want this to be done. I want to be free.”

“‘Atta girl,” Bucky whispered, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Target approaching. Black.”

Bucky’s line cut, then James’, and then a quick succession of events happened all at once. The screen, green and black from the night vision, centred on a lone man walking towards the entrance of an opulent casino. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw the scope shudder from the action of the bolt.

Freedom was seconds away; milliseconds.

“Something’s not right,” Wolf said suddenly, and he pushed the comms device with such force it sent feedback through the lines. He opened his mouth to speak, but it was too late.

The gun in James’ hand fired and the bullet flew towards its intended target, when it happened. Thugs came up behind your father, but the bullet connected with his temple before they could either land a hit or pull him from harm’s way. His body crumpled, landing awkwardly against the blood splattered wall.

You could see the thugs raise their guns and search for the shooter, when they pointed their sights towards an alley. “Fuck,” Wolf hissed. “Bucky—that’s his- Fuck.”

The scope feed became blurred with movement, and you could make out James’ black boots and thigh holsters as he ran from his perch atop the building and into the streets.

“No, sit down,” Wolf suddenly ordered, and you blinked. You hadn’t even realised you had begun to stand, nor had you realised your mouth was open in a silent scream. “Just stay here. They’ve got this. Something must have given Bucky away.”

You watched, heart in your throat, as the feed from James’ goggles showed he was sprinting to the scene where Bucky was locked in a firefight with the thugs. It happened so quickly you didn’t even have time to blink when there was the muzzle flash of James’ Skorpion, and bodies fell, toppling like dominoes.

“Oh, my god,” you breathed, shuddering. “They’re okay, please—they have to be okay!”

Bucky came into view of the camera, and he appeared unscathed. He didn’t even have a limp in his gait or a trace of blood on his face. Static came from the comms machine and then James’ voice came through. “Clear, unharmed.” The cam showed James stalking towards your father’s body, and you closed your eyes.

“He’s checking that he is down,” Wolf said quietly, and you nodded, not needing to see the moment James checked for a pulse.

“Target down. We are headed back,” James said monotonously, and the laptop beeped once more. You glanced at it to see the feed cut, leaving a plain screen with lines of numbers and letters.

It was a heart wrenching wait for them to come back. You stood at the door, pacing back and forth while Wolf cleared up the paperwork and packed away his tech. A low rumble of an engine came into earshot and your heart picked up at the nearness, when it cut out. Footsteps followed straight after, and then the front door opened.

Bucky was standing there, nonplussed and not even scuffed from the fight, and James was right behind him, sniper case in hand. His goggles and mask were off, too.

“You’re back.” You launched yourself into Bucky’s arms and he staggered. “You’re back! Oh god, you’re back!”

With them back within reach and safe, your heart seemed to leap and bound in relief. You could only repeat the mantra in between kissing them; ever grateful for the last chain to be cut from your wings, allowing you to spread them.

You turned to Wolf and smiled. “Thank you for this, for keeping them safe.”

He shrugged and held out the paperwork, and you took it, the very top document being the will that you realised was no doubt forged, but it left you with clean, indisputable funds while his business crumbled. His time had come, the double life he had led would no longer hurt the innocent. “You’re welcome. Enjoy being a free woman.”

James and Bucky walked him out, and James handed the case back over. “You will not hear from me again.”

Wolf only grinned and walked out the door, calling back over his shoulder, “I doubt that.”

The door slammed closed and James collected you into his arms. “I think it is time to relax.”

“Agreed,” Bucky huffed, cracking his neck.

After showering and setting up a marathon of movies, the three of you laid in bed together, mulling over the events of the night.

The loss of your father you would have expected to hit harder, be more painful, and the lack of sorrow worried you. You voiced as such, and the two men were silent for a time.

“You will feel it when you least expect it,” Bucky offered carefully, a thoughtful furrow in his brow. “Kitten, he was a piece a’work, a vile man. And while he may have had his time coming, there was no way on heaven or earth were we going to let him walk free after laying a hand on you—his own fuckin’ daughter.”

The words were comforting, and you burrowed closer to them when James turned to you.

“You are free now, Kisa,” James whispered, holding you close. His thumb brushed your cheek and there was such affection in his gaze that you couldn’t help but preen. “Free to be who you wish, free to be you.”

Bucky shuffled closer — effectively pinning you in place between them. “And we’re always goin’ to be here, doll,” he whispered soothingly, and James hummed an ascent. “Don’t you worry about that. Now you’ve got a new life to lead, and we’re goin’ to be there every step of the way.”

You decided then, in that moment, that you were excited for what laid ahead.

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Saphron: So, what's it like dating a faunus?

Jaune: Well, it took a minute to get used to Ruby's more wolf like behaviors, but I've come to love them as much as I love her.

Saphron: Are there any annoying ones?

Jaune: Well, the separation anxiety can be a little bit hard to deal with.

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 8- More Devine Than Wine) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

The morning after the feast left you in a fragile state. Your overindulgence in wine had left its mark as you lay on your bed, your stomach facing the ceiling while Mara went to fetch tea for you.

"Princess, sip on the tea while I start your bath," Mara's voice echoed too loudly as she closed your bedchamber doors.

"Mara, I appreciate your kindness, but please be a little less... loud," you murmured, rubbing your temples and rising to your feet. Your nightgown clung to your body, the open window allowing warm air into the room. Today was the tourney, and the heat was almost unbearable.

Lifting the teacup to your lips, you listened to the birds chirping in the trees. "The bath is ready."

Setting the cup down, you shed your nightgown and stepped into the tub. The water was hot but felt heavenly as Mara wet your hair, applying oils and soaps to your scalp, gently scrubbing.

The door opened, revealing your mother.

"We no longer knock?" You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming as your mother smiled at you.

"I just wished to let you know that Cregan Stark requested your presence in the courtyard," Rhaenyra's smile widened as she noticed your face light up.

"Oh, okay, I'll meet him once I'm finished," you blushed, looking up at Mara, "Can you... um... hurry?"

Mara nodded, scrubbing faster. Rhaenyra sighed, pacing the room toward your wardrobe, "You don't need to rush, though... How about this dress? It would be perfect, wouldn't it?"

You turned to see the ruby red dress, a sweetheart neckline with gold embroidery. Your mother pulled it from your wardrobe, laying it on your bed, instructing Mara to leave your hair down.

Mara agreed, helping you out of the tub and wrapping you in a towel. Rhaenyra hummed as she looked out the window, while Mara dressed you.

Your hair by then was damp. Rhaenyra instructed Mara to leave, telling her she could finish getting you ready. She brushed through your waves, humming the songs she used to sing to you when you were little. Your headache slowly dissipated as you relaxed to your mother's soft voice.

"Okay, let's have a look at you," Rhaenyra smiled, inspecting you through the mirror. You smiled back, feeling much simpler than the previous night. You adjusted the tight sleeves, smoothing down the skirts. "You look perfect, don't fret."

She escorted you to the courtyard, and there was no need to search for Cregan Stark. He stood out, almost pitifully, a wolf amid dragons. Northern men typically dressed in layers of clothes and furs, yet Cregan wore a thin cotton long sleeve under a leathered vest.

"Princess," he nodded to your mother before focusing on you, "Princess."

"Lord Stark," you smiled, feeling your mother's departure from your company. "I must admit, I was a bit surprised by your request to see me."

"Was I too eager? Did my request catch you off guard?" He smiled, guiding you down the cobblestone walkway.

"No, I was awake. I suppose I overindulged in spirits last night," you chuckled, glancing up quickly. "Although, I don't typically drink that much..."

Cregan laughed as you attempted to explain, "Don't worry, princess. In the North, you have to drink to stay warm. If you don't, one trip during the winter would leave you frozen."

Laughter bubbled from your lips as you both rounded the corner. Lords and ladies respectfully made way as you walked, although the added attention wasn't something you particularly enjoyed. Cregan walked beside you, his hand hovering near the small of your back, guiding you through the crowds.

"Lord Stark—"

"You can call me Cregan," he offered, waiting for your response.

"Cregan... Your sigil, it's a direwolf, correct?" You furrowed your brow, recalling the simplest lesson your Septa had taught you. "Have you ever seen one before?"

Cregan smiled, gazing ahead as he answered, "Yes, I have. There aren't many that venture south of the Wall. I consider myself fortunate to have seen one."

You hummed, nudging a pebble on the ground. "I wish to see one before the last of them return north."

The wind picked up, tousling your hair as you looked skyward to a cloudless sky. The clash of metal caught your attention, leading you both around the corner to witness two men engaged in a brutal fight, both sporting silver locks.

Their battle was fierce, each blow appearing painful. Now you understood why your brothers often showed up to supper with bruises. Aegon glanced up briefly, his eyes scanning your figure next to Cregan, who had a protective hand over you. Aemond, however, paid no attention, taking advantage of the distraction to strike Aegon in the back.

"Let's go this way, Y/N," Cregan whispered, guiding you away from the pair. It fell silent for a moment, the clashing sounds growing fainter as you reached the edge of the walkway overlooking the Blackwater. The water was calm, waves lapping over the rocks, and the cold breeze played with the fabric of your skirts.

"When should I bring you back?" Cregan asked, gazing out to the horizon. "You must need to get ready for the tourney."

You hummed, interlocking your hands in front of you. "I shouldn't be late, like I was last night."

Cregan smiled softly, extending his hand. "I shall escort you back, just in case you get lost on your way."

His hand felt warm against your skin as you clasped it in yours. Cregan was a sweet man and seemed the best choice for your hand. If you were honest, he provided a welcome distraction from your uncles. Spending more time with either of them felt dangerous. Cregan's grip softened as you entered the castle walls, and he kissed your hand before parting ways. You walked briskly to your room, leaning against the door once you closed it.

"Cregan's grip softened as you entered the castle walls, and he kissed your hand before departing. You walked quickly to your room, leaning against the door as you closed it.

"Back from your walk, niece?" A scream escaped your mouth as you turned to see Aemond sitting at your table.

"What are you doing in here?" You whispered harshly, stepping toward the table but keeping your distance.

"Did I come at the wrong time?" He smirked, rising from the chair and hovering over you, trapping you between himself and the table.

"I was just... answer my question." You straightened your back, trying to appear tall but failing.

His hand gripped your cheek. "I wanted to check on you before... You looked beautiful last night."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you tried to quell your nerves. "Then why didn't you say that last night?"

Aemond's eyebrows raised. "You weren't in the mood for such... flattery." His hand pulled your head closer, his lips grazing yours, awaiting your response."

"I find it strange how you wish to be this close to me," Your eyes glossed over his eye, "Do you have any other intensions, uncle?"

Aemond's lips crashed onto yours, gripping at the nape of your neck. Your hand rested against the back of the table, trying to steady yourself as Aemond pushed forward, his hips pressed against yours. Lips danced whist your tongues fought for dominance, in which he won. His hand pulled you closer, lifting your leg, his nails dug into your flesh earning a soft gasp from you.

"Aemond..." You gasped, feeling his hand move higher on your thigh. You felt a tightening in your stomach as he inched closer to your core. "Aemond, we mustn't go this far."

Aemond's body tensed, glaring at you before scoffing. "I will not keep you, niece."

His hands shoved off of you, as if you were poisonous, leaving your room in a puff. Your skirt was hiked up, your hair was a mess, and you felt a certain slick from between your legs. Frustration filled your veins as you stripped from your dress, wearing a gold and red dress, the same style as the one you were already wearing.

You braided the top half of your hair like a crown, brushing out your waves before stepping out of your room.

"Y/N!" Helaena's voice echoed down the hall. She rushed towards you, clutching her skirts, and enveloped you in a hug. "I heard about this morning."

Your throat tightened. "What do you mean?"

Helaena whispered, her eyes twinkling, "Cregan Stark. The Wolf of the North!"

You exhaled shakily. "Oh, yes... He's a very pleasant man... Kind and... quite handsome."

Helaena beamed as you both strolled down to the carriages. Outside, you noticed Aemond, Aegon, Jace, and Luke all waiting.

"Are they making us all arrive together?" You asked, wrinkling your nose and avoiding eye contact with your uncles.

"Unfortunately," Jace replied, his gaze shifting from Aegon to Aemond. Aegon scoffed and spun on his heels, attempting to disengage.

Slowly, a carriage arrived, spacious enough for all of you. Helaena practically dragged you inside before anyone else could join. Once everyone squeezed in, the carriage set off for the tourney grounds. Helaena sat to your left, Jace and Luke to your right. Across from you were Aegon and Aemond, both seemingly disinterested, trying to avoid catching anyone's eye, although you felt Aegon's gaze, his eyes already hazy.

When the carriage stopped, Aemond and Aegon were the first to leave, disappearing to take their places in the viewing box. Jace and Luke waited for you and Helaena, extending their hands to escort you both inside. As you reached your seats, the sounds of cheers erupted from the arena.

The King and Queen sat in the center, with your mother and Daemon on the King's side, and the Hand of the King on the Queen's side. Below them, the children and grandchildren sat closest to the action. Aegon and Aemond were already seated, Aegon somehow managing to find wine and already onto his third cup. Helaena sat next to Aemond, and you followed next to her. The wind picked up, clouds starting to block the sun.

The King stood, but everyone remained seated. "Welcome! Though the weather seems to not be so forgiving, I will make simple work of this speech: May the best man win!"

Cheers erupted as the men rode out on their horses. Truthfully, you didn't care much for tourneys—the bloodshed and bad sportsmanship didn't appeal to you. Helaena held her favor on her lap, as did you. Your flowers were a sorry sight, dried and brittle, red roses and small white petals woven into the stems.

The first match was between men from House Tully and House Baratheon. They exchanged jests before standing on opposite sides, charging at each other until their jousting pole snapped. Helaena jumped as the man from House Tully fell, spitting blood and lying on the ground. You noticed Aemond grabbing her hand, offering a slight rub in comfort.

Next were House Arryn and House Lannister. Both men circled around, receiving cheers from the crowd. The man from House Lannister requested your mother's favor. She sighed, getting up to throw it over the pole, earning a teasing smile from you as she gripped your shoulder.

Thunder rumbled overhead, as if a dragon was about to strike. You turned to your grandsire, who shifted uneasily in his seat, blood trickling from his nose. Lightning struck, startling the horses and the crowd. The Queen called for all carriages to be prepared, holding onto the King and tending to his nosebleed. Rhaenyra and Daemon assisted as they left the area. The wind whipped around the top of the tent, tearing it slightly as the rain pelted down, stinging your skin.

"Helaena, go find a carriage," you instructed, taking one last look at the tourney grounds before another lightning bolt struck the ground. Jace grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the opening. The wind intensified, nearly knocking Helaena over as women struggled with their dresses clinging to their legs. Aemond steadied his sister and guided her toward a carriage. Jace and Luke dashed to another, everyone scrambling into different carriages than they had arrived in.

"Help!" A woman's cry rang out from behind, causing you to halt. "Help!"

Struggling against the wind, you found a woman trapped beneath a wooden pillar. Her leg was pinned, and she was covered in mud.

"I'll help you, just give me a moment..." You panted, looking around for assistance, but there was no one nearby. You gripped the wooden pillar, trying to lift it, but it was too heavy. The woman cried out in pain as you strained, unable to lift it enough for her to free herself.

"Please! Don't leave me, princess!" the woman begged, rain pelting down harder as thunder and lightning grew closer and louder.

"I'll try again," you panted, your hands now covered in mud and blood as you struggled to maintain your grip. The wood cut into your hands as you strained, attempting to lift it. With a lighter second tug, the woman managed to crawl out and escape.

"Thank you! Thank you both!" she exclaimed, kneeling briefly before bolting away. As you turned, you found Aegon behind you, his clothes soaked and covered in mud. He gripped your arm as debris flew around.

There were no more carriages, and the horses posed too much risk. Aegon guided you down a narrow road, attempting to follow the path, but falling debris nearly rendered you unconscious.

"Aegon, we have to find somewhere safe. We don't know when the storm will pass, and walking back isn't an option," you pleaded, attempting to wipe the mud from your face. Aegon glanced longingly back toward the Keep before tugging you down the road again.

He pulled hard, maneuvering you over debris to ensure your safety, even as your hands felt raw. Lightning struck a nearby home, sending sparks and flames forward. Aegon hesitated momentarily before rushing forward. The streets began to flood, and you tried to hold your skirts above the water. The Keep was nearby, but the carriages were behind the walls, the gates closing.

"Aegon... The gates are closed; we'll have to go around," your voice struggled to be heard amidst the cacophony of screams and chaos.

"Come on," he guided you between buildings, gripping your hips to navigate past loose horses. The storm ravaged everything in its path. Your legs ached, and when you couldn't jump, Aegon lifted you.

Soaked, covered in mud, and in pain, you both reached the Keep. No guards noticed as you tracked mud into the main stairwell, listening to the Queen and Rhaenyra's frantic shouts.

"What do you mean they weren't in a carriage?"

"Where in the Seven Hells would they be?" Your mother's voice echoed with worry. "Daemon, please go out and find them."

Aegon released your hand as you solemnly stepped into view. Mud caked your wet skirts, your hair was completely soaked, and your hands were red and raw.

At your side stood Aegon, his hair just as wet, mud staining his clothes and boots. His face was pale, dark circles under his eyes indicating exhaustion. When he spoke, his voice was tinged with annoyance, "No need."

Rhaenyra's heart sank as she noticed your state, quickly ushering you to your room. Although you wanted to turn around and thank Aegon, he was gone, his footprints leading up the stairs to his bedchambers.

"My dear, when I found out you were still out there, I..." Your mother stammered, gently brushing warm water over your skin. She immediately ordered a bath to be prepared for you, which you welcomed gratefully.

"Mother, may I have a moment to myself? I just want to relax a bit," you requested, smiling as you rubbed the dirt from your face.

Rhaenyra nodded, leaving the room swiftly. It was midday, and the storm showed no signs of abating. Tree branches crashed against windows, and the wind howled outside. After finishing your bath, you dressed in a simple gold gown.

You paced your room, the sound of your shoes tapping against the floor echoing in the silence. A sense of unease settled in your stomach, compelling you to make a right decision. Despite trying to resist, you found yourself standing at the entrance to Aegon's bedchamber.

No guards were in sight, and an off-putting feeling came over you as your hand rose to knock three times on the door. The other side remained quiet, leading you to believe that Aegon might not be there. Perhaps he had left the Keep and gone to Flea Bottom? But no, the storm was still raging. Could he be drinking in the kitchens? Or maybe... he was with his wife.

The thought of his wife left a bitter taste in your mouth, though you couldn't discern why. After a brief pause with no response, you turned to leave, but just as you did, the door squeaked open.

"Alora?" Aegon's groggy voice came from behind you. You hesitantly turned around, taking in his disheveled appearance. It had only been a few hours since you were separated, yet he seemed worse for wear. He had cleaned off the mud, wearing a white formal shirt and black pants, his boots on but untied.

"Oh, Aegon," you stammered, fidgeting with your hands. Aegon watched with a bored expression, scratching his chin as he leaned against the doorframe. "I just wanted to thank you. You didn't need to come back for me, but you did."

Aegon pursed his lips, nodding absentmindedly. "Want some wine?"

His unexpected question caught you off guard, but you nodded and followed him into his chambers. The room was darker and messier than any you had seen before. Pitchers of wine were strewn about, and Aegon shut the door behind you, pouring a glass and pushing it toward you.

"Why did you truly come here, niece?" Aegon asked, pouring his own wine.

You raised your glass to your lips, sipping slowly before swallowing. "Just as I said, to thank you."

"To thank me..." Aegon mocked, circling around to sit on the foot of his bed. "You could have thanked me at any other time. Coming to my chambers in the evening seems quite... odd."

His eyes tried to probe into yours, but you refused to let him unsettle you. "And why did you request I come in for wine, uncle? Did you wish to keep my company?"

A small smile tugged at his lips as you leaned against his table, taking another sip of your wine. He tapped his foot against the bed, his hazy eyes glancing at the ground, clearly already drunk.

"Y/N, you look quite beautiful," he said, his voice coarse as he slowly looked up. To say you were shocked would be an understatement; Aegon never said anything nice to you.

"That's how I know you're drunk," you scoffed, placing your glass on the table. "Do you have anything else to do besides drink and give me... false hope?"

Aegon's expression twisted. "False hope? I try to be nice, and that isn't good enough for you? You constantly put me down, but trust me, if I wanted to harm you, I could."

You remained leaning against the table, arms crossed over your chest. "Is that so?"

Aegon gulped down his wine, then hurled the glass across the room, making you jump. "I could ruin you. I could tell everyone about Flea Bottom or spill about Aemond. I could lie to them all."

His face loomed closer to yours, making you straighten your back. "Then why haven't you? Why not tell them about last night too? Or are you afraid of getting in trouble for corrupting your dear niece?"

Aegon drew nearer, his voice taunting, "I haven't corrupted you yet, niece."

"Is that so?"

"You'd know what it feels like to be corrupted by me..." His breath tickled your lips, the closeness unnerving. He teased, his body pressing against yours, trapping you against the table. "Is that what you want?"

Your lips met his before he could utter another word. Your hands tangled in his hair, granting better access as he groaned. His grip tightened around your waist, his lips moving in sync with yours as he gasped. When you pulled away, both of you were left panting. Aegon glared at you, brimming with lust and devotion.

"Is that how you corrupt..." Your words faded as Aegon's lips crashed back onto yours, biting your bottom lip so hard it drew blood. A soft moan escaped your lips, prompting Aegon to lift you up, clearing the table and settling you on it. His hands explored the back of your head, tugging at your hair as he kissed down your jawline, reaching your collarbone.

"Aegon..." You exhaled, moaning softly as he traced back up to your mouth, kissing you fervently as his hands wandered down to your legs. He paused, slowly moving to the hem of your dress. You gasped as his calloused hands glided upward.

"Aegon..." Your voice quivered as he gazed into your eyes, his own dark with intensity. He caressed your thighs, his voice low. "I could make you feel good... I could make you feel like you're riding a dragon... Would you like that?"

His hand moved closer up, rubbing in circles until he got close to your entrance. He waited for a response, slowly moving his lips to your neck. "I... Okay..."

That's all Aegon needed to hear before he attacked your lips once more, licking your bottom lip for entrance. You opened, your tongues danced as you felt his finger slide up against your folds, making your body shake. Your hands moved to Aegon's shoulders; your kisses faltered as Aegon coated his finger in your juices.

"So nice and wet... Is that all for me?" He purred in your ear, his finger worked at rubbing your clit. Your moan filled Aegon with pleasure as he quickened his pace, "Does that feel good?"

Another moan escaped from your lips; your hips buckled at his touch, slowly sliding a finger into you. "Aegon..." You moaned softly, leaning your head on the crook of his neck as he pumped his finger in and out. You found this surreal, moaning and panting your uncles name as he fucked you with his fingers.

"So nice and tight... But I think you can fit another in there..." He breathed against your neck, adding another digit into your warmth. Lude sounds erupted as he fastened his pace, each pump earned a squeal from you, and that drove Aegon further.

Your leg wrapped around Aegon's hips as he added another finger, pumping and blocking your moans with his lips. Your nails dug into him as he pumped faster with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other. Your mind became flooded, earning bites from Aegon as he worked from your neck and down your collar.

"Do you like that Y/N?" He whispered, earning a moan from your lips, "I need words, love."

You leaned into his ears, "Yes... I like it."

This earned a growl from him, as he squeezed in another finger pumping fast and working at your clit. You felt a twist in your core as he continued, and Aegon would feel you tighten around his fingers. "You are close aren't you?"

His hands moved in ungodly speeds, as you nodded, digging your nails into his shoulder. He moved his fingers upwards inside you, curling them up and down causing you to peak faster. Your legs shook and eyes fluttered as you became undone, and Aegon's actions slowed, the both of you trying to catch your breaths. Aegon pulled his fingers out, making eye contact with you as he licked them clean.

Once he pulled away, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. Your hands slowly dropped to your sides as he stepped back.

"There. Do you feel corrupted now? Or shall we go further?" Aegon smirked, retreating to pour himself more wine. As you adjusted your skirts, you noticed his eyes never left your body, observing your descent from the table to your feet.

"I..." You began, but embarrassment flushed your cheeks, leaving the sentence incomplete. "Was that a joke to you?"

Aegon sucked air through his teeth, "It started that way, but dear niece, you taste divine."

Your face reddened as Aegon drew you into an embrace. "Aegon, please be serious."

Aegon chuckled, "I am. I've tasted many a whore, but none compared to you."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" You smirked, leaning into his arms, eliciting a hum from Aegon. But then the thought of Helaena struck you. "Wait... This isn't fair to Helaena."

Aegon rolled his eyes as you pushed him away. "I doubt she would mind."

The feeling of guilt consumed you as you walked towards the door, closing it behind you without another word. Your legs carried you throughout the castle in an attempt to clear your mind until you heard muffled moans.

Quickly hiding behind a wall, you witnessed two people engaged in passionate intimacy. You were near the kitchens, close to the servants' quarters, far from any guarded areas. The pair was fervently entwined near sacks of food, their actions echoed throughout the room. You turned the corner to see who it was, only to immediately regret it.

It was Helaena, her eyes closed, body moving with each thrust against the wall, while behind her stood her paramour.

Aemond.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #jacaerys velaryon #lucaerys velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #game of throne #daemon targaryen #slow burn #aegon x you #helaena targaryen #aemond x you #enemies to lovers #house targaryen #house velaryon

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thatorigamiguy · 1 year

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Vacuum

Nora: "Hey Jaune-Jaune?"

Jaune's dog ears perk up, and he looks up from the sword fencing book he was studying to look at Nora.

Dog Faunus Jaune: "What's up Nora?"

Nora: "So, I know you tend to get scared during major thunderstorms, but do you get upset when someone uses a vacuum? and I'm only asking out of genuine concern, I swear!"

Jaune snickers at Nora's nervous look, before giving her a reassuring smile.

F! Jaune: "I knew what you meant Nora, and I'm not offended."

At this, Jaune tilts his head to the left as he thinks her question over.

F!: Jaune: "Mmmh the vacuum huh? I don't have to much of an issue with it to be honest. Most Canine Faunus don't really either, at best we get annoyed at the constant humming but other than that we tune it out."

Nora: "Great! Because I'm getting ready to run one real quick since it's been a couple weeks and I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it!"

Jaune waved her off with a go ahead as he went back to his book. Nora quickly set the Vacuum up and as she stepped on the pedal it roared to life. It was at this moment that the door to their dorm room was blown off it's hinges as one Ruby Rose bursts in holding Crescent Rose in her hands with a death grip. He wolf ears were twitching, her silver eyes filled with fear and panic as she started shouting.

Wolf Faunus Ruby: "WHO HAS ACTIVATED THE DEVILS INSTRUMENT?! THE HUMMING! THE MADDENING HUMMING! THEY FILL THE AIR WITH THEIR INUMANE SHRIEKING! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"

At her mad ramblings, Ruby began to wildly fire into the room as she tried to snuff out vacuum from the safety of the doorway. She nearly caught Nora with a stray round before Jaune had dive tackled her to the floor and they both crawled behind the kitchen counter. Nora peaked out over the counter in terror, before looking at Jaune with questioning look. Jaune met her look with an indifferent look and a shrug.

F! Jaune: ""I did says that 'most' Canine get annoyed at 'best."

F! Ruby: "DIE MONSTER, FOR YOU DON'T BELONG IN THIS WORLD!"

#jaune arc #ruby rose #nora valkyrie #team jnpr #wolf faunus ruby #dog faunus jaune #rwby #humor #rwby shitpost #shitpost #vacuum

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nerdieforpedro · 20 days

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Nerdie’s Fic Picks - Volume Six!

All fanfics on this list are for readers age 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they're there so you know what's in them. YOU are in charge of your own reading experience!

Main fic recommendation list

1. two pack habit & a motel tan by @trulybetty (Frankie morales x f reader)

2. Door Number Three by @morallyinept (Javi G and reader)

3. El Punto de Olvidarte (Part three of Mejor Sin Ti) by @fhatbhabie (Javi P and female reader featuring asshole Joel Miller)

4. Cave In by @javierssunglasses (Jack Daniels x f reader)

5. Bloody Kisses - Part One - Less than zero by @perotovar (Shane “Dio” Morrissey x Tim Rockford)

6. going to make you sweat by @undercoverpena (Javier Peña x f reader)

7. To the Flame chapter 10 by @pedroshotwifey (dark Javier Peña x f reader)

8. Tension by @notjustjavierpena (Javier Peña x f reader)

9. Taurus by @magpiepills (Joel Miller x f reader)

10. 18 x heart candies by @trulybetty (Dieter Bravo x Bryony - ofc)

11. Cruel Summer by @fhatbhabie (Dieter Bravo x plus size reader)

12. Respected by @kteague (Javier Peña x reader - Diosa) SA warning

13. Dámalo by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Javier Peña x f reader)

14. Salty Sweet by @pedroshotwifey (Javier Peña x plus size female reader)

15. Scandal by @wannab-urs (Dieter Beavo x f reader)

16. My Girl by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Din Djarin x f reader)

17. Masterpiece by @morallyinept (Dieter Bravo x f reader)

18. Fairy Gold by @julesonrecord (Ezra - Cali Gold Rush AU x f reader)

19. For the Record by @wannab-urs (Dieter Bravo x f reader)

20. Imagine (Drabble) by @bonezone44 (Ezra x Frankie Morales

21. Sanctuary by @fhatbhabie (Dieter Bravo x plus size f reader - wife)

22. Like Real People Do by @fhatbhabie (Frankie Morales x reader)

23. Love’s a weed: new dress drabble by @tinytinymenace (Frankie Morales x Ruby - OFC)

24. Mine by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Din Djarin x f reader)

25. Breakfast is Served by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x reader)

26. IRL part three @han_shot_first by @grogusmum (Javier Gutierrez x plus size f reader)

27. bloody kisses — part two: i don't wanna be me by @perotovar (Shane “Dio” Morrissey x Tim Rockford)

28. Longing by @creedslove (Javier Peña x f reader)

29. Cherry Wine by @julesonrecord DDNE (Jack Daniels x wife reader)

30. A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 1 First Contact by @grogusmom (Din Djarin x Earthling f reader)

31. Should’ve Stayed Bored by @pedroshotwifey (Chump Joel Miller x f reader

32. To The Flame chapter 11 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x f reader)

33. Que Creías? by @fhatbhabie (Marcus Pike x plus size female reader)

34. A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 2 Juniper Cottage by @grogusmom (Din Djarin x Earthling f reader)

35. A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 3 Making Breakfast by @grogusmom (Din Djarin x Earthing f reader)

36. A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 4 Freaking Out, On The Outside by @grogusmom (Din Djarin x Earthling f reader)

37. A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 5 Di’kut by @grogusmom (Din Djarin x Earthling f reader)

38. The Wolf & The Lamb by @morallyinept (Dave York x plus size female reader)

39. A Work of Art by @boliv-jenta (Lucien Flores x f reader)

40. Roommates 1 You’re Joking right? By @punkshort (pornstar Joel x f reader)

Happy reading everyone! Remember to like and reblog all these amazing writers' fics. 🥰

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Sleeping With A Friend (18+)

Soft!Dark!Bucky x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.

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Warnings: Soft!Dark!Bucky, smut, non-con via somnophilia, intercrural sex(thigh sex), oral/fingering-f receiving, nude pics taken w/o consent, drunk & horny bucky, Bucky POV so a whole lot of dirty thoughts, pining, wet dreams, basically pwp, fluff, angst, poor self-esteem/body image issues. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 3,515

A/N: I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I’m still calling it a “celebration” fic for Seb’s 40th b-day (ha!) I feel like it’s been forever since I wrote for one of his characters so this was the perfect motivation to finally finish this one up. Hopefully y’all are into this absolute filth I’ve written😘 Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

Bucky stumbled through the front door of your flat, trying (and failing) to keep quiet in his semi-drunken state. He knew you’d be asleep at this hour and didn’t want to wake you. His night out hadn’t gone quite as planned, but if he couldn’t go home with someone from the bar, the next best thing was crashing at your place and hanging out in the morning. It also helped that he had a spare key, and that you lived 10 minutes away from the bar he’d been at, which may or may not have been planned in advance.

His original plan had been to crash on your couch, but when he laid down on it and barely fit, he knew he’d have to find a different option. He’d forgotten that your “couch” was more of a loveseat. A good portion of his legs hung off the armrest and only half of his body could fit on the cushions. Suffice to say, not an optimal choice for getting a good night’s rest.

It made sense you didn’t have a giant couch, though. You lived alone and whenever Bucky came over he just curled up next to you, normally with your legs slung over his nap. He wasn’t big on personal boundaries anyways. It’s a good thing you’d gotten used to that part of him. Because, in his opinion, when in his presence you should always be within arms reach and preferably already within his arms. He had never found someone so perfect for cuddling. You were just so soft, plus your scent made him dizzy. He really was lucky to have you as his best friend, and especially to have you as his cuddle buddy.

With the thought of your hugs in mind, Bucky rolled off the sorry excuse for a couch and tiptoed to your room. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d bunked with you, so it was fine, right? Bucky cracked open the door, and peered inside. He could just make out your covered, slumbering form in the middle of your queen-sized bed that was pressed into the far corner of the room.

He pulled off his jacket as he walked towards the bed, leaving himself in just his short-sleeved shirt and black joggers. They’d have to do for the night since he didn’t think you would appreciate waking up to his naked ass curled up next to you in the morning. He wished he’d left some pjs at your place, though, since your room was unusually hot. There must have been something wrong with your AC, because he knew you hated sleeping in the heat.

When he got to the side of your bed, he grabbed the thin sheet covering you and pulled it back. He stopped dead in his tracks.

You were curled up on your side, one leg lifted over the other, your arms wrapped around the wolf plushie he had bought you for your birthday this year.

That was not what gave him pause though. What made him still his movements and all the blood in his body drain to his crotch was what you were wearing.

More like what you weren’t wearing.

Only a thin crop top covered your torso. It stopped just above your navel. The only other thing on your body was a pair of pink panties that rode up your backside, covering a strip of your belly too. They weren’t fancy, looked like the simple cotton kind that was worn for comfort, not seduction. It didn’t matter what mainstream purpose they served, Bucky had never been more aroused by the sight of underwear in his life.

He gulped and his hand instinctively moved to his cock, palming it over his pants. A low groan emitted from his lips. You shifted at the sound and turned over on your back, exposing more of your front. Bucky felt close to bursting. Your shirt had ridden up and he could just make out the underside of your breasts. He gripped his cock tighter, this time holding in his groan.

Normally, around him, you wore comfy clothes: sweatpants, oversized shirts, leggings-he loved the leggings-but you never showed much skin. Sometimes you would wear shorts, but those stopped at your mid-thigh, denying Bucky any glimpse of the treasure that lay above. This sudden exposure of your soft skin unencumbered by fabric was too much for Bucky’s brain. His eyes couldn’t take in all your enchanting curves, gentle rolls, and adorable dimples fast enough.

The synopses in his brain were short-circuiting. He was running on pure adrenaline and primal instinct, so he couldn’t have possibly stopped his hand from plunging beneath his underwear. He gripped his throbbing cock and started hastily pumping his throbbing length, his steady breaths morphing into uncontrollable pants. The pressure of his tight fist felt so good but he soon needed more. How could he be satisfied by just looking at you when the temptation of your voluptuous body was right within reach?

He pulled down his pants with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his dick before he tentatively brought up a knee to rest on the bed. When you didn’t react to the weight shift, he brought up his other one. He was now kneeling just a foot away from you, still hesitating to cross that last line between you two.

When you shifted in your sleep again and opened up your legs to reveal your clothed core, he threw all caution to the wind. Fuck it. You were a heavy sleeper.

He placed his metal hand on your knee to test the waters and see if you reacted at all to the slight touch. You didn’t move. He slid it down to your hip and gave a gentle squeeze followed by a little shake. You dozed on. Sucking in a deep breath, he brushed his fingertips over the thin fabric covering your center. When you still didn’t react, he rubbed them over your folds, cock pulsing with want when he felt the warmth radiating from beneath your underwear. He brought his fingers back up and breathed in. Your intoxicating scent rolled over him like waves.

He had to taste you.

He hooked a finger on the side of your panties and pulled it over to reveal your naked pussy. Bucky could have passed out. You were perfect.

He leaned forward and slid his tongue between your folds, lapping at your damp core. When he flicked his tongue over your clit you let out a soft moan he stilled, his heart beating a mile a minute. He waited with bated breath, but the only thing that happened was a sudden increase in your arousal. Your juices coated his tongue and he lapped them up, savoring every last drop.

So your body was reacting to what he was doing… Bucky smiled at that revelation and focused his tongue on your clit again. He rolled the sweet bud, playing with it tenderly. His teeth grazed it and your thighs suddenly clenched around his head, caging him in. You were still asleep though. The pressure on the sides of his head didn’t bother him at all—he was a super soldier for god’s sake.

He continued lathering your bundle of nerves with attention as he slid his hand between your thighs and stroked over your dripping entrance. Slowly, he dipped his middle finger in, moaning into your cunt when he felt your pussy clench around the intruding digit. He imagined the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around his cock and he felt pre-cum leaking from the straining member. All of his focus stayed on you, though. He was fixated on your pleasure, needing you to come on his face and fingers.

He added another finger, but made sure to keep his movements languid, not wanting to jar you awake with a harsh, roaring orgasm. Instead, he rolled and sucked your clit gently, keeping the rhythm of his fingers slow as they curled up. A soft moan left your lips and he knew he’d hit the spot that would do you in.

He ground his fingers against your g-spot, and when he felt your walls clench around him, he sucked just a little harder on your throbbing clit. Your thighs trembled around his head and you gave a breathy gasp as a gush of your arousal spilled onto his fingers. He pulled them out and moved his mouth to drink up the heavenly liquid. After that, he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking your sweetness off of them one by one.

Bucky glowed in the ecstasy of what he’d just accomplished. He had drawn a slow, deep orgasm from his best friend without you waking a wink. It was actually pretty impressive that you were such a heavy sleeper.

Your murmured sounds of pleasure as you floated down from your high made his dick throb with need. If you had slept through that, maybe Bucky could push the boundaries even further.

He pressed your thighs apart, gazing at the way your cunt beckoned him for more; to take as much pleasure as he had just given you. He furrowed his brow in thought. As much as he wanted to bury his pulsing cock deep in your tight heat, he knew if you woke up with an aching pussy you would know what happened. Because he knew you’d feel it in the morning if he stretched your little hole around his thick cock. Bucky didn’t want that. He needed to move slowly with you, tonight was just a little blip that arose from an opportunity he couldn’t have possibly denied.

Still, jerking off while looking at you wasn’t good enough. He squeezed your thighs as he contemplated his options and his heart skipped a beat as he came up with a perfect compromise. His eyes flew to the plush appendages. He pushed them together and dipped his hand between the apex of your thighs. He sucked in a breath when he felt just how warm and soft it was. This had to be the next best thing behind actually fucking you.

He reached down to your pussy and scooped up some of your fluids and rubbed them on your inner thighs to get them nice and wet. The pre-cum leaking out of his dick would help too. Still on his knees, he scooted closer, his metal arm wrapped around your legs holding them over his shoulder.

He looked down at your wanting body. The afterglow of your orgasm shone across your entire being. Your shirt had ridden up even more and your breasts were now on full display. He leaned forward and blew on one of your nipples, grinning when it stiffened. He plucked it gently with his fingers before returning to the main event.

With your thighs held together, he slid his cock right in between them, directly over your mound; he was barely able to hold back an animalistic growl at the vivid sensation. He pushed his dick further, and watched as it was engulfed by your velvety thighs. When his pelvis finally rested flush against them, and the tip of his dick stuck out the other side, he let out the breath he had been holding in.

He slid his hips back and started to slowly, but steadily, fuck your thighs.

The thighs he had spent countless hours fantasizing about. The thighs he would get secret pleasure from touching whenever he could. The thighs that were now swallowing his dick so perfectly it was a miracle he hadn’t cum yet. As he methodically thrusted, heady with the incredible feeling, he reached his hand out and plucked at your nipple. He couldn’t resist. You let out another faint moan and he rolled the little nub with his thumb before pinching it lightly.

“Bucky-”

He stilled when the sound of his mumbled name came from your lips. You had woken up. He’d been found him out. What was he going to do? You were going to kick him out and he’d never see you again.

After a few seconds of waiting for your to wrench away from him in disgust, he finally peered down at your tender face. Your eyes were still closed and your breathing hadn’t changed. Maybe he had misheard you.

“Bucky-fuck yes, please. Bucky-”

Your back arched slightly, pushing your breast further into his palm. You purred in your sleep, and he felt your thighs rub together-which felt like heaven. Your head flipped to the side and you let out more moans, your volume gradually increasing. His very name was uttered every few words. You slightly bucked your hips and your arms tussled in the covers.

Oh god. You were having a wet dream. About him. Bucky could have jumped for joy. He would, if his dick wasn’t shoved between your thighs and he wasn’t as hard as he’d ever been in his entire life. Instead, he let out little pleasure-filled murmurs of his own, whispering your name like a prayer that was finally being answered. He splayed his hand out on your chest feeling the rapid beat of your heart. When he felt the rumble in your chest as you, in your sleep, begged for him to fuck you, he went feral.

It was a sign, if he was in your dreams and your body was this turned on, it wouldn’t be long until you were actually his. Just the thought of you awake, staring up at him with lust filled eyes as you opened your legs, ready for him to slide into your dripping cunt, set him on fire. His hand left your tits and he wrapped both arms around your thick thighs as he pistoned his cock back and forth. With every quick stroke, it brushed over your needy clit, making you buck your hips slightly.

Bucky could tell you were right up there with his own mounting orgasm. He angled his hips down slightly to give you more pressure and he must have hit something just right because your whole body spasmed and you let out a curdled groan, practically shouting his name.

“Buckyyy!”

Your cry pushed him over the edge and he came too, coating your stomach in his seed. All he could do as his cum spurted out of his aching dick was chant endless words of praise for how good you felt, how he couldn’t wait to one day fill your pussy with his cum too. He wanted to dominate every part of you, claim what had been his. When he had spent every last drop, he pulled away and gently set your legs down. He slid a finger through the mess he’d made on your belly and a shudder ran down his back. He’d finally done it. Bucky had marked you with his seed.

Panting, he jumped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to grab something to wipe up his cum. He came back, but paused before he cleaned you up. He bent down and swiped up his phone from his jacket pocket.

He flipped to his camera app. The open window and clear sky cast just enough light for him to capture your mostly naked state without using the flash. You were a picture of pure beauty, skin glistening with sweat and covered in his cum. He reached forward and pulled your shirt up further, getting a snapshot of your incredible tits, your nipples were still stiff peaks.

He felt his dick stirring again, but took in a deep breath to calm himself. The next time he came with you in the room, it was going to be inside of you while you screamed his name and clawed at his back. These photos were just a memento to mark such a special occasion. And to help him wade through the tide as he waited for you to open your legs willingly, or at least knowingly, to him.

With his new treasures saved to his camera roll, he tossed his phone back on the pile of clothes. He cleaned his cum from your stomach, making sure he got all of the sticky fluid. He walked back to the bathroom and tossed the now sodden rag in the trash under the sink, hidden from sight. Tomorrow, he’d be a dear and take the garbage to the dumpster for you.

He walked back into your room and pulled on his pants before hopping back into bed beside you. He fixed your shirt and underwear so that they were back in place. He ran his hands over the wet spot blooming on your panties, but there was nothing he could do about that. Oh well. He pulled you into his chest and quickly dosed off into the best sleep of his life, dreaming of delectable curves and the sound of his name on your lips.

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You were having the best dream. Cool, metal fingers were moving between your thighs as heated lips melted into yours, taking your breath away. The sensations felt so good. So right. You were about to whisper the words you’d been wanting to say for years, but a beeping pinged through the lusty fog. Just like that, the lips and hand were gone, though a warm presence still lingered.

You kept your eyes screwed shut, heeding the images to return, but they were gone. You were not happy that your, now silent, alarm had chosen that exact moment to wake you up. Though that wasn’t the only dream you’d had with a certain dark haired super soldier that night. It had been filled with your beautiful best friend; the two of you intertwined in lecherous passion.

Finally, you squinted your eyes open and soon realized that the heated presence from your vanished dream wasn’t just imagined. You blinked, surprised to find Bucky sleeping right next to you. You would have wondered why he was in your bed when he definitely hadn’t been there when you’d gone to sleep, but you were too distracted by his slumbering face.

His long, black eyelashes dusted cast faint shadows across his slightly pinkened cheeks, and a dark strand of hair had fallen out of place. You brushed it back behind his ear and smiled at how soft he looked like this. The fact that he could relax and be so open and vulnerable around you made your heart swell. You felt the same way around him; safe and secure. You trusted him with your whole being, he truly was your best friend.

A part of you saddened at that last thought. Deep down, you yearned to be so much more, but you were too scared to make a move. You knew Bucky loved you, but you didn’t know if he could love all of you. If he could want all of you. It was hard to look at his sculpted body and chiseled features, and believe that a person so attractive could possibly be interested in you.

You sighed, trying to shake the unnecessary thoughts from your head as you sat up, gently lifting his arm from where it rested across your waist. As you shifted, you felt a dampness between your thighs, and the realization that you had been dreaming about him all night shot through you like a flame. Oh god, what if you’d said anything in your sleep? What if he’d heard you? You didn’t know how long he’d been there.

Another realization sprung in your head and you looked down. You actually gave an audible gasp. You were practically naked from the waist down. He had seen you wearing your ugly granny panties and your old t-shirt from college that you’d cropped a just little too short.

The fact that he had seen you in such a state brought tears to your eyes. There was no way he was going to be even slightly interested in you romantically now that he knew what you looked like underneath all the modest clothes you normally sported around him.

You leaped out of bed, not caring if you disturbed him, and scuttled to the bathroom; grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt from your closet on your way. You didn’t care that your AC was broken.

You rushed into the bathroom and shut the door, springing into the shower. Thoughts spun through your head, but you just kept telling yourself that it had been too dark for him to see anything. That he had been too tired when he got there to take notice of all your imperfections on display. That you really didn’t need to worry. When it felt like you could breathe again, you stepped out of the shower. You grabbed a towel, but caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you dried off. You frowned and quickly looked away from the glaring image.

Bucky was way too good for you.

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In your room, Bucky was sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to finish your shower. He was smiling from ear to ear as he swiped through the photos he’d taken last night.

God, you were perfect for him.

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