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Accidental Mistress - Broken

Today's release sets up an arc of around five fics that will serve as a sort of "season finale" for Accidental Mistress. Once this arc is over, I'll be putting the series on hiatus while I take a break and focus on other content (like wavs). That is not to say that Accidental Mistress will be ending. Rest assured, I have no plans to end the series yet.

This fic is one of my favorites. I'll let it speak for itself.

(For more Accidental Mistress content, check out the Master Post.)

Title: Broken

Word Count: 6,101

Content and Warnings: snz (M & F), some light mess, whump, blood, injury, mention of assault.

In which wounds both seen and unseen are tended, hearts are laid bare, and a glimpse is caught into Oraion's distant past.

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Sunset lit the sky in hues of fiery orange and blush pink, cut with streaks of cool violet fading into deep blue. A low cloud, backlit and shadowed, hung in the sky like a bruise. The rough-edged call of a crow broke the stillness of the chill, autumn air. Though the rain had passed, the damp remained, and the breeze sliced through Noelle's wet clothes like a blade.

With any luck, Oraion was reading in the newly-reconstructed library or lounging somewhere else in the higher levels, and Noelle could sneak inside the tower and head straight to her room. The last thing she wanted right now was to see him. Rather, she reflected, it was for him to see her own sorry state.

Her ankle protested with white hot lances of pain as she limped up the gray gravel walk to the aged stone tower that served as her home. A bitter laugh passed her lips: this was not unlike the first time she had stumbled upon the structure, damaged and abandoned in the middle of the forest. At that time, she and the tower had shared those qualities in common.

Over the intervening years she worked on restoring the tower, and it was ever an ongoing project. At first she did everything on her own. She wanted to keep a low profile and feared anyone discovering the location of her hideaway, so materials and necessary supplies were the only things she sourced from the nearby town of Chambelf.

It wasn't until Quinns, hopelessly lost and on the edge of delirium in the forest, happened upon her tower by chance that Noelle gained an aide in her efforts, and, in the end, a friend. Together, work on the restoration proceeded at a much faster pace. When Oraion later came into her life, the Greater Demon's power sped things even further along, to the point where now the tower was quite a livable and cozy space, with only a few minor projects left.

One thing she had never quite gotten to fixing was those damnable squeaky hinges on the front doors. They groaned like the lamentations of the damned as she pushed the heavy oaken doors inward. She may as well have rung the disused bell.

Still, perhaps Oraion was further upstairs or sleeping, and if she hurried she could make it to her room unnoticed. Those hopes were dashed almost immediately when his voice reached her from the kitchen as she closed the doors behind her.

"Ah, welcome home, Mistress. With that storm that passed through I was starting to think I ought to come—" She heard his footsteps stop short in the doorway. "What happened to your clothes?"

Her mind raced as she pulled the hood of her cloak forward, keeping her head bowed and her gaze on the stone floor as she turned towards him.

"Oh, I, um, I tripped and fell on my way home. It got quite muddy, you know, and I- I slipped."

The concern in his voice deepened. "Are you all right? You aren't hurt, are you?"

"No!" Too late she realized her denial was too quick, too forceful. She cleared her throat and tried again, more calmly. "No, I'm fine. A scrape or a bruise, perhaps. Nothing serious."

Tears threatened the corners of her eyes. It was true enough: she wasn't seriously hurt. Physically, anyway. If she kept her hood up she could conceal the bloody split on her lip, and if she moved carefully she could walk without a limp. She could escape to her room, take a hot bath, give herself time to calm down.

"Mistress…"

He sounded closer now. Damn but he could move quietly when he wanted to. She dared not raise her face, not looking the way she did. Clean. She needed to get clean.

"I really ought to take off these wet clothes and get washed up, you know." She forced a laugh, a brittle thing that shattered across her tongue. "So just, um, hold that thought, will you?"

She made for the stairs as though they were a lifeline thrown to her in the sea.

"Are you limping?"

"I must have twisted my ankle. I'll be sure to rest—"

"Mistress, wait—"

"Please, I just— I-I need a moment to—"

"I said wait."

His form materialized in front of her, blocking her way. She ducked her head further towards the floor and grabbed the edges of her hood. Fat tears spilled from her eyes, unable to be held back any longer.

"Please, Oraion. I just want to go to my room."

"Is that an order?"

She almost said yes. If she ordered him away he would have to obey her and leave her alone, and yet something inside her welled up and stilled her tongue. Silence was her answer to him, and the shadows deepened as he drew closer. His fingers touched one of her wrists. Gentle warmth banished the wet chill on her skin.

"Noelle. Let me see."

A little hiccupping sob jumped in her chest as she dropped her hands and allowed him to lower her hood. His other hand went to her chin and tipped her face towards his. Shame roiled in her gut, and she could not meet his eyes. Weak. She was so weak. What kind of witch allowed herself to be bullied and beaten? What further proof was needed that she was not fit to be master to a Greater Demon? She wasn't sure she was even fit to be a witch anymore. Had she ever been?

Oraion slipped a finger beneath her glasses and traced the tears down her cheek, wiping them away with a gentle touch. Drawn by the gesture, Noelle at last allowed her gaze to rise, and when her eyes met his they were as locked together as the earth and the moon. At first she thought it a trick of the light or her own imagination, but no—his crimson eyes glowed as two red-hot embers.

"Who did this to you?"

The softness of his voice belied a primal undercurrent of rage, boiling pressure building towards violent eruption.

"I-I told you, I tripped on the road–-"

"The road does not leave boot prints on a woman's clothes. I ask again: who did this to you?"

As his Master, Noelle was immune to the incubus's powers of persuasion, but under the heat of his gaze she could no more hide the truth from him than she could lift the tower over her head.

"It was… some young men in town. Hardly m-more than boys, really. They—" A wave of pressure gripped her chest like a vice as her vision blurred with more tears, and with them a torrent of words gushed forth, punctuated by little sobs. "Th-they said that- that I was a dirty witch, and that I… that I belonged in the dirt! I tried to- to get away, b-but they grabbed me, and struck me, and threw me to the- to the ground. They dumped my bag, a-all of my things on the road, and they- they stole the money I got f-from selling mooncaps. Gods, I was so scared! I thought they were going to- to f-force me-” She couldn’t even finish the thought aloud as another sob cut her off and she dropped her face into her hands. After a moment she made herself continue. “But they- they only kicked me and spit on me… -snf- I-I can't believe I actually thought I was lucky that beating me and robbing me was all they did!"

The embers in Oraion's eyes glowed brighter, stoked by her account of the assault. The demon trembled, his clawed fingers flexed as if ready to strike something. His voice, for all his burning fury, was like ice when he spoke.

"I see. Then I believe these 'boys' must be taught a lesson."

He strode past her towards the doors with grim purpose writ in every inch of his tall frame, and a flare of alarm rose in Noelle's breast.

"What? No! You can't!"

The demon stopped dead, as though a wall of stone had appeared before him, but he did not turn. His long tail gave an irate lash.

"... What did you just say?"

His tone almost made her balk, but she took a breath and repeated her command.

"I… I said you can't go."

Oraion turned his head aside, a snarl on his lips, hands balled into fists. His enraged voice became tinged with disbelief.

"You would stop me from bringing retribution to those who harmed you?"

She wavered, but managed to squeak out, "Yes."

"Let me go, Mistress."

She shook her head. "No. I forbid it."

He spun towards her.

"They must be brought to justice!"

"I don’t care about that! You’re not allowed to go!"

"Why?!"

"Because I don't want you to leave!" The words tore out of her in a scream, harsh sobs bringing fresh tears to her eyes. "I don't want to be alone… Please… please don't leave me here all alone."

She sank to the floor as the last of her strength fled, and she gave herself over to her tears with her arms wrapped tight around her chest. The effect on Oraion was as though she had doused him with ice water. By the time her knees hit the floor he was at her side, the furious light in his eyes extinguished, and he pulled her close to his chest in a fierce embrace.

“Oh, Noelle, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I just— The thought of some filthy degenerates putting their hands on you…” He held her tighter and took a shuddering breath. “I won’t leave you, I promise. I’m right here. I… I’ll always be here for you.”

He stroked her hair and down her back with one hand, his touch suffused with warmth and comfort.

“Gods, you’re soaked.” He leaned back and cupped her cheek, searching her face with worried eyes. “And frozen, poor thing. Come, let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into a hot bath.”

A snap of his fingers cleaned and dried her sodden clothing, though the damp chill still lingered in her flesh. Noelle simply sat there, chest jumping with sniffles and quiet sobs, as Oraion fiddled with the clasp on her cloak before peeling the garment off of her. Next came her blouse, his fingers making quick work of the buttons for different reasons than usual. With her ankle still throbbing, Noelle needed help getting back on her feet to remove her skirt, which was left on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Only her underthings remained, and these Oraion left on her as he scooped her up into his arms and carried her up the stairs.

The bathroom had undergone some recent upgrades thanks to Oraion’s aid and tutelage. Water no longer needed to be drawn cold from the well and heated manually: a brass spout on the wall shaped into the head of a lion contained a rune deep inside the open mouth that, when activated, summoned water that was already at the perfect temperature for a soothing bath. A wooden rack nearby contained many small jars and bottles filled with herbs, salts, and oils; which Oraion seemed to have a sixth sense for combining into luxurious soaks that relaxed the mind, soothed aches and other hurts, and delighted the senses.

A small stool sat on one side of the bathroom, where Noelle waited as Oraion busied himself with preparing her a bath. She felt a little silly sitting there in her underwear and boots. She leaned over and started to unlace them but found she couldn’t get very far on account of her trembling fingers. Oraion was right: she was freezing. If she wasn’t already sniffling from crying she probably would be anyway from the cold. She quickly sat back up as some mess threatened to drip from her nose from leaning over.

“heh-ishoo! Ishoo!”

Two kittenish sneezes seized her without warning, and she just barely managed to catch them in her hands. When she opened her eyes she groaned as she found that the mess she’d been trying to avoid now coated her fingers.

“Here.”

Oraion came over and took a knee before her, then pulled a handkerchief from the air with a snap of his fingers. It wasn’t his usual burgundy one, but a cloth of soft, white cotton. Noelle thought he was going to hand it to her, but instead he took her hands and started wiping them clean. Heat rushed into her cheeks.

“W-wait, I can— It’s gross—”

“Hush. You’ve cleaned me up plenty of times.”

“Well… I guess that’s true…”

He glanced up at her face a few times as he cleaned her hands.

“I’m not sure you want to be blessed by a demon, but… bless you.”

“Oh… thanks.”

As her own face grew hotter, she thought she saw a bit of pinkness come into Oraion’s pale cheeks as well. He caught her looking and smirked.

“You’re still incredibly cute when you sneeze, you know that?”

Before she could respond he stood and went over to the tub to dip a hand in the water. He shut off the tap and added a few more drops of one of the oils before declaring the bath ready. After helping Noelle out of the remainder of her clothing, he picked her up and lowered her into the tub.

Luxurious was indeed the best description for the bath he had prepared. The warmth sank into Noelle’s skin, through her aching muscles, right down to the bone it felt. Her ankle already felt lighter, the places she’d been struck and kicked that were certain to bruise by morning melted to a dull pain instead of a fresh sting.

Oraion pulled the stool up next to the tub.

“Now. Let’s clean up that cut on your lip, hm? We don’t want a scar on those lovely lips of yours, after all.”

With a clean washcloth snatched from a shelf, he dabbed some of the bathwater onto her split lip.

“This may sting a bit, but the herbs I added to the water will cleanse the wound and promote healing.” His touch was achingly gentle, and Noelle almost started crying all over again.

“Does it hurt? I’m sorry, it’ll only be for a moment.”

She gave the tiniest shake of her head so as not to disrupt his ministration, her words coming out slightly slurred as she tried not to move her lips too much.

“Mm-mm, doesn’ ‘urt.”

Oraion smiled, a fragile thing that Noelle had never seen. Not like his rakish grin when he teased her, or the coy smirk he used to lure her to bed, or the joyful smile that lit up a room with his laughter—this was a small, sad smile, ghostly and fleeting like a candle’s flame in a storm. It was gone nearly as soon as it appeared, replaced by his usual, self-assured persona.

“Well, looks like I won’t be getting any kisses for a while. Suppose I’ll need to find new places to kiss you, but that won’t be difficult.”

He winked at her, but Noelle could tell it was only theatre. He was trying so hard to cheer her up—why couldn’t she just buy into it? He soaked the cloth in the water again.

“I saw some scrapes on your hands; let me take a look.”

He dutifully checked her over, cleaning all of her cuts and scrapes. The longer she sat in the bath, the more her pain lessened.

“How do you know so much about baths, Oraion?”

A far more genuine smile tugged his lips, and a tightness in Noelle’s heart eased.

“Heh. While I’d like to say that knowing how to draw up a fine bath makes one popular with the ladies, it’s actually more of… an old hobby of mine. A long, long, long time ago I knew someone who absolutely adored a good bath. Knew where to find all of the best hot springs and what the properties of the waters were. I’ve always known a thing or three about herbs and such, so we simply put our heads together. Probably could have made a killing if we’d tried, but that sort of thing wasn’t on our minds back then. It’s just sort of stuck with me over the years. Gotten a bit more refined as times have changed.”

Noelle listened with rapt interest. It was rare for Oraion to talk about his past, especially the distant past.

“Um, your friend: were they a demon too?”

“No, not as such. More like… a spirit, I suppose.”

“Are you still friends now?”

His hands froze for just a moment before resuming tending to her wounds.

“No… No, they passed away quite some time ago.”

“Oh… I-I’m sorry.”

“Oh don’t be—it’s ancient history now. In a life as long as mine, death is the only truly constant companion. You get used to it.”

That seemed to be as far as he was willing to go with the topic, and he placed the washcloth aside so he could move the stool directly behind her. Then he took up a small pitcher in one hand and brushed gently through her hair with the other.

“Now, would my Mistress like for me to wash her hair?”

“Huh? Y-you don’t have to do that…”

He rolled his eyes. “I know I don’t have to, I’m asking if you’d like me to. You know what—I shouldn’t have asked. I’m going to wash your hair.”

“B-but I—”

“No ‘buts.’ Which one of us is the Servant, again?” He fingered the red leather collar around his neck. “Me. And right now I’m going to serve my Mistress.”

“You hate being my Servant, though,” she protested, her myriad hurts dredging her deepest doubts to the surface, “And you’re right to! You shouldn’t be serving someone like me. You’re a Greater Demon—a noble! And I’m… I’m nobody. I’m not even a proper witch. You deserve better.”

His hand cupped her cheek and turned her face slightly towards him as he leaned in and kissed her softly on the corner of her lips opposite the split. Then he pulled back and gazed deep into her eyes.

“Noelle… that just isn’t true. You are a fine witch, and you have such potential, far more than you realize. There may be some things about our arrangement that I’m not fond of—this collar limits me and it can be damned uncomfortable at times—but you are not one of those things. The time I’ve spent here with you… I have not felt a sense of peace like this in thousands of years, and I want you to understand that I mean that literally. I have watched civilizations rise and fall in the interim.

“My life before now has been an endless parade of hollow, lifeless days that all blended together, one into the next, because all I did was seek out distraction after distraction to make myself forget the fact that my existence had no meaning anymore. And yes, I was a selfish git when you first summoned me, but I know now that you have given my life a purpose for the first time in aeons, and I dearly wish you would stop convincing yourself that somehow that is wrong.”

Any response Noelle may have made withered and died in her throat before it ever reached her slightly parted lips. Never had she heard Oraion speak with such raw, honest emotion. Tears stood in his eyes. A Greater Demon, a Lord, a being thousands of years old, was on the verge of tears—for her.

“Oraion, I- I’m—”

He shook his head. “I don’t want you to apologize, just please promise me that you won’t speak so harshly of yourself so often.”

“O-okay, I promise. I’ll try.”

The corner of his mouth twitched up, then he leaned in and gently kissed her forehead.

“That’s my girl. Now, I believe I was going to wash your hair.”

“Oh, I…” She caught herself and resisted the urge to shy away from his offer again. “I-I would like that very much, thank you.”

He had her lean her head back as he dipped the pitcher into the water and poured it over her hair. The warmth across her scalp was heavenly, like it was banishing the chill from her spirit as well as her body. Oraion then took up her hair soap and rubbed the bar into the lengths of her hair until it formed a nice lather. Noelle wasn’t sure what to expect with his claw-like nails, but it actually felt amazing when he massaged her scalp.

“My, you- you certainly, ah, like l-lavender scented things, d-don’t you Mistress?” Oraion sniffled behind her before his hands paused for a moment. “eh… heh! … HAE’shiu! Nguh -snf- Sorry.”

“Gosh, it really does set you off, doesn’t it?”

“A bihih- bit. heh-IISSHU! mnh -snff- I wonder: do you like lavender because it mmhehh- m-makes me sneeze, or does- does lavender make me s-sneeze because you- b-because- be-heh! HEHTCHIU! Ngh… Because you like it?”

Noelle laughed. “Well, seeing as I already owned a lot of lavender scented things before I met you, I suppose it must be the latter. Although perhaps now it’s a little of both.”

“Ah, quite so, quite s- seh heh-CHIH! Guh…”

Despite his frequent sneezing, Oraion gave Noelle’s hair a thorough washing before massaging a blend of rich oils into her scalp and hair. She’d never felt so pampered, so… taken care of.

“So this is what it’s like…”

“And what is ‘it’?” Oraion asked with a slight sniffle as he finished blowing his nose into his own handkerchief.

“Huh? Oh, um…” Noelle blushed—she didn’t realize she’d said the words aloud. “Just to, you know, have someone, um… care for you.”

He seemed at a loss for words.

“You’ve… never had someone care for you?”

“Um, w-well, obviously Quinns cares about me, and they do try to watch out for me as best they can, but… not like this.”

“What about family?”

“I don’t have one. I never knew my real parents, and I was raised in a coven. It wasn’t exactly a very ‘caring’ place.”

He was quiet for a few moments, then he put his arms around her shoulders and drew her back into a somewhat awkward and damp hug.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Huh? For- for what?”

“That this world cruelly kept you from knowing a loving touch for so long.”

She touched the outside of his arm with her fingertips. Loving. Was that what this was? Was this what being loved felt like? She’d always thought it would be more… profound or something. Having never known love, though, Noelle wasn’t even sure how she would recognize it. Yet the thought that Oraion might be in love with her thrust a spear of anxiety into her heart. Before she could go too far into that particular rabbit hole, a sudden prickle in her sinuses derailed her train of thought.

“Oh, I’m gonna- ih-! ishoo!”

This time it didn’t quite catch her by surprise, but it was still awkward to cover with Oraion’s arms around her. The water splashed a bit as she pitched forward.

“Well aren’t we sneezy tonight?”

“-snf- You’ve sneezed a lot more than me.”

“Yes, but that’s normal for me at this point. You hardly sneeze at all, and now you’ve sneezed thrice since you got home. Not that I’m complaining, of course. It’s adorable.”

Something about him complimenting her sneezes made Noelle both giddy and bashful. Oraion was right, though, it was unusual for her. It would truly be the icing on the cake if she’d caught a chill on top of everything. She kept that particular thought to herself, though, and hoped that with some herbal tea and a good night’s rest she would feel recovered in the morning. After all, Oraion had worried himself over her enough for one night, and she would feel guilty to make him fret even more if she then slept it off and was fine.

Once she’d had enough soaking and her fingers were pruned, Oraion helped Noelle out of the bath and wrapped her in a soft towel. With the help of a little of Oraion’s magic, she was completely dry as quickly as he could snap his fingers. The demon then took her gently into his arms and carried her to her room, and she didn’t even try to stop him or let herself feel guilty about it. He was buttoning up her nightgown for her when she couldn’t help but giggle. Oraion looked up at her with a smirk.

“Something funny?”

“Only that you’re usually doing the opposite of this.”

“Ah, yes, I suppose this is a rather strange reversal, isn’t it?” He shot her a come-hither glance and waggled his eyebrows “I could always undo them again, if you’d rather.”

Another giggle from Noelle. “Not tonight, I don’t think. Could you make me some herbal tea instead?”

“Of course.” He kissed her softly on the cheek. “You know, I think this might be the first time you’ve ever directly asked me to do something for you.”

“I ask you to help me with my studies all the time.”

“Oh, fine, something that isn’t work, then.”

“Well… It must be because you’re spoiling me tonight.”

“Hm. If that’s the case, then clearly I need to spoil you more often.”

He gave her another kiss and left the room. Noelle watched the door for a few moments after he left. She had no idea Oraion could be so… domestic. He seemed less like a demonic lover and more like a doting husband from a romance story. She recalled how furious he had grown when he realized someone had hurt her. Gods, what if he really was in love with her? He was an immortal demon, and she a mortal human. Plenty of witches found ways to considerably extend their lifespans, but one day she would die all the same. He had said he was used to companions dying, but was that really something one got used to? And when she grew old and feeble, would he even want to stay with her? If she couldn’t feed him anymore, what then?

The more she thought about it, the more anxiety tightened its grip on her chest and closed its fingers around her heart.

She sighed and settled further into her pillows, telling herself that she was overthinking things, as usual. Just because he was being kind to her didn’t mean he loved her. Could an incubus even feel love? Or was it simply in his nature to be the consummate partner in any given situation? What if it was the influence of their contract, that he felt obligated to serve his Mistress? There were any number of possibilities, and she shouldn’t presume anything just because she’d never experienced this sort of care before. Whether it was love or not, Oraion was indeed doing his best to care for her, so couldn’t she simply enjoy that, at least for this one night?

Presently Oraion returned with the tea she requested, a lovely deep blue against the white cup he handed her as she sat up.

“Is this noctisia root?”

“Can’t get anything past you.” He smirked as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her. “I also added a few herbs to help you sleep, so you’re going to get pretty drowsy once you drink that, all right?”

“Mm, all right.” She nodded and took a sip. The tea had a bright, almost fruity flavor that masked a hint of bitterness from the herbs. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she might have trouble sleeping, but now that he mentioned it she was sure sleep would have eluded her otherwise with her nerves. He’d been so adept at anticipating her needs all night.

“Thank you so much, Oraion.”

“Ah, it’s only tea. I mean, I’m glad you like it, but I don’t know that it deserves that much praise.”

“No, I mean for everything tonight. For staying here with me, and getting me cleaned up and warm with that wonderful bath, and… and the lovely things you said to comfort me. And the tea, of course. I don’t know what I would have done without you here, or really how I ever got by on my own for so long.”

The demon looked down at his hands in his lap, and his face fell. A knot formed in Noelle’s stomach as she struggled to figure out what she had said wrong. His voice came out quiet, almost ashamed.

“I had to do what I could to make it up to you.”

“I-I don’t understand. Make what up to me?”

His full lips quavered, like the words were thorns stuck in his mouth, before he finally spoke in that same quiet tone.

“I wasn’t there when you needed me. I should have been there. If I had, then no one would have dared hurt you.”

“Oraion, you can’t blame yourself for this—”

“I chose to stay behind.” His voice rose in both emotion and volume. “I let you go out on your own when I should have protected you. What kind of Servant allows his Mistress to get roughed up by common hooligans?”

Noelle touched his arm. “You couldn't have known.”

“No, I should have known that a young woman traveling alone would not be safe. I only wanted—” A sad chuckle cut through his words. ”I was trying to surprise you.”

Noelle tilted her head. “Surprise me?”

“Yes, I… Well, today is…” The demon ran a hand through his long, scarlet hair and sighed. “It's been a year. You summoned me one year ago today.”

Noelle's mouth fell open.

“A year? It’s… It’s already been a year?”

“Time certainly flies, doesn't it? Especially when you're as old as I am. One year out of thousands… It goes by so quickly.” He shook his head with another sigh. “Ah, this isn't at all how I'd planned to spend the evening. I had a lovely bottle of wine for us, and— Well, I can’t really cook, but I managed to put together a simple dessert. I’ll have to put those away for later, I suppose. Of course, I'd also wanted to sweep you off your feet and carry you to bed, but… Well, not like this.”

The barest flush of color came to his cheeks as he reached a hand into his pocket.

“Oh, there is… one more thing.”

He leaned towards her and reached behind her neck for a moment, taking the opportunity to kiss her forehead. When he moved away, something glistened against the bare skin on her chest: a crystal pendant.

“There… Happy anniversary.”

Noelle took the pendant and held it up between her fingers. The stone was smooth and almond-shaped, and still retained some of its natural imperfections. It was wrapped in delicate swirls of wire and strung upon a fine chain. The crystal shone a deep crimson in the low light of her bedside lamp while the wire and chain gleamed gold.

“Oraion… It's beautiful. Where did you…?”

A soft smile curled the corner of his lips.

"You remember how I taught you about how I summon my handkerchief? How it's easier to summon things that already belong to you?" He nodded to the pendant. "That once belonged to a dear friend of mine… until it came into my possession. Now it's yours."

Noelle’s mouth opened and closed a few times as she turned the crystal over in her hand, but the moment had stolen her words and her breath.

“Don’t worry, it isn’t cursed or anything,” Oraion told her with a smirk, “It’s quite ordinary, I assure you… Do you like it?”

His question at last loosened her tongue. “I absolutely adore it. Thank you so much, Oraion, and… h-happy anniversary.”

The last two words she blurted out in a mumbled rush as her cheeks flared with heat. The demon beside her leaned in close to give her a tender, careful kiss on her wounded lips. Then he looked into her eyes and murmured, “I hope you do realize that I am never letting you go into town by yourself again.”

That drew a soft laugh from her. “I think I’ll hold you to that, actually.”

She took another few sips of tea and yawned. Exhaustion and the soporific herbs in the tea were beginning to take hold.

“Oh, I’m sorry. This tea must be working quickly.”

“Did I make it too strong for you?”

“No, no, it’s rather pleasant, actually. I think I was also more tired than I thought.”

He reached over and brushed a hand through her hair to settle on her cheek. “You have had quite a hard day, my dear.”

She placed her own hand over his and leaned into his touch with a sigh. The room was starting to waver a bit.

“Will you lay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Yes, of course. Do you want me to stay with you all night?”

“Oh, that would be nice, but, um, you don't have to if you don't want to.”

He smiled softly at her.

“Don't worry: I'll be here when you wake up.”

A content smile tugged her own lips, and she winced as the split in them stung.

“Ow. Need to be more careful about that. Gosh, I’m so sleepy… I dunno if I can finish the tea, Oraion.”

He took the cup from her hands and placed it on the bedside table.

“That’s alright. Honestly it seems like you probably shouldn’t have any more. I must have made it too strong—I’m sorry.”

Why was he apologizing? Her body felt so light and warm and… fuzzy. All of her hurts were retreating to the background, almost like they were happening to someone else. Even her anxieties were much quieter than usual. She settled back down in the bed, wiggling her shoulders back and forth as she snuggled into her pillows.

“It’s fine. Now come lay with your Mistress.” Her voice was starting to sound drunk.

Oraion laughed. “Oh my, yes ma'am.”

He kicked off his boots and lay on his side next to her with his hand on her arm, rubbing gently up and down. His tail wound its way over their legs to curl up along Noelle’s back. The room grew darker around the edges as Noelle struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Mmmn… Oraion?”

“Yes?”

“I’m really glad I messed up that spell so badly that I summoned you.”

His face broke into a sweet smile that made Noelle’s heart flutter.

“Me too.”

“Are you still gonna take me away to the Demon… place?”

“Heh. Of course I am. I can’t very well leave you here alone, can I?”

“You could always, um, stay here with me. We can just… live like this.”

He stroked her cheek. “I suppose that wouldn’t be so bad either.”

Noelle’s eyes just wouldn’t stay open anymore. “I know… I’ll just become a demon… Then I can… stay with you… forever…”

Within a few moments her expression relaxed as her breathing evened out. Not long after she even began to snore lightly. Oraion leaned forward and kissed her forehead once more.

“Good night, my dear Mistress. I hope you can forgive me.”

He sat up and retrieved the cup of tea from the bedside table. The strength of it was no accident. He needed to ensure that Noelle would fall asleep and stay asleep—she couldn’t know that he left the tower. Luckily he'd managed to get her to say he didn't need to stay all night, else her earlier command forbidding him from leaving could still be in effect. He donned his boots and made his way down to the ground level, discarding the rest of the tea before he grabbed his coat and made for the great, wooden front doors.

It was fully dark. The full moon hung low on the horizon, glowing burnt orange like a copper coin hanging in the black velvet sky. Good. The moon would give him enough light to make his way, while the darkness of the night would conceal him from his quarry. He’d picked up their scent from his Mistress’s belongings. It would be easy enough to find them; Chambelf wasn’t a very large town, after all.

The Demon Lord extended his leathery wings and leapt into the night.

#accidental mistress #oraion the allergic incubus #noelle the awkward witch #snz ocs #snzblr #snz #snz kink #snzfic #sneeze kink #whump #whump fic #sneeze fic #sneezefic #snezblr #snez

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zoethehead · 2 months

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Sharing this,

There's not much to make a whumpee with(besides some neck bandages and some blood coming from the mouth) but you can either make a whumper or a caretaker.

Despite him being an incubus and being covered in blood; Lawrence is a caretaker, not a whumper. He is also not one for sex or sexual attraction.

In general: he's the Herbert west of the incubi and succubi. He'd rather work on medical stuff rather than doing a sex.

#whump #picrew whump #whump picrew #picrew #nonhuman caretaker #incubus oc #caretaker #demon caretaker #surgeon caretaker #medic caretaker #doctor caretaker

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worshipbrumelon-gio · 1 year

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cw: dubious consent, hostage situation, bound wrists, slight pet whump, bruises, minor dehumanization ig?

hello whumplr! this is my first post in this community and on tumblr in general, but i’ve had this idea for a while and wanted to share it!!

incubus whumpee summoned to earth by human whumper, whumpee is give a proposed contract: allow whumper to keep them as a pet in exchange for whumpee feeding off of their energy. whumpee accepts, not knowing that whumper is a sadist.

the best part? caregiver is either a fellow demon or a god who becomes worried when whumpee hasn’t visited in a while. they track whumpee down and find them bound in whumper’s basement, covered in bruises and half conscious. caregiver rains hellfire down on whumper.

again, this is my first whump submission, lmk what you think!!

#whump ideas #whumplr #first whump #incubus #demon

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rookthorne · 5 months

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The 12 days of Christmas have never looked so good, and I am here to spoil us with the best miniature advent calendar in the form of my Bucky's!

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

― BUCKY BARNES ―

֎ Biker!Bucky Barnes — Brotherhood & Bullets ֎ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier — Staya Volkov ֎ Farmer!Bucky Barnes — Peaches 'n Cream Ranch ֎ Incubus!Bucky Barnes — Depths of Pleasure ֎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes — Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎ Mafia!Bucky Barnes — His Empire, Her Rules ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes — The Queen's Masterpiece ֎ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes — His Girls ֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero ֎ Alpha!Mafia!Bucky Barnes — Ruling Instinct ֎ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes — Lights, Sirens and Sincerity ֎ Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes — Progress, Not Perfection ֎ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes — Purity ֎ Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes — The Hunt ֎ Viking!Bucky Barnes — The Skógr

― STUCKY ―

֎ Firemen!Stucky — Built Differently ֎ Tattoo Artist!Stucky — Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺

I would like to extend a massive thank you to @smutconnoisseur for helping me come up with prompts for this, and to @sebstanwhore for brainstorming for hours and hours with me!

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

🌟 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐬

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A trip downtown and into a haven for Christmas was meant to be a fun, uneventful day out — a chance to refresh your decorations and introduce James to the festive spirit. A low key and calm trip into the chaos. Only, Bucky had other ideas, and there was nothing that would get in the way of his dastardly deed.

🎄 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The reveal of Bucky and Steve’s plans for the day took you by surprise, but you would only let shock and awe hold you for so long in its clutches. A job needed doing, and for damn sure were you going to do it with a flourish.

✨ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There weren’t many things that could surprise your Incubus — aeons old, with the wit and wisdom to match, but when it came to Christmas, it turned out the sex demon himself was a virgin in celebrating the festive season, before you.

🎁 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐰 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A girl’s day out with Koda takes a surprising turn, and you were left with more questions than answers with Bucky’s strange, mysterious behaviour.

🎀 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To turn the Grinches into Reindeer, you needed to work hard to win them all over — some were easier than others, but with your own Santa on your side, it made it all the easier.

🧸 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas shopping was a dangerous mistake, Bucky realised, and all he could do was hope that in the end, he could rein you in, and you wouldn’t go home with the whole entire store.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

✨ 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You knew very well that your husband was up to something ever since he woke up before the crack of dawn to sneak out of the bedroom, but he wasn’t alone — there were two trouble makers in on the mischief.

🎅🏻 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A day at the station reveals more truth than you could have ever imagined — not in the presence of your boys and little ones, or how they were so gentle with the young ones in their joy for festivities.

🦌 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You were expecting it to be an ordinary day; prepare for the festivities with Koda and Sarge by your side, begging for treats and whatever else they set their eyes on. But what you did not expect, was to do so, with two reindeers in tow.

🌟 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Opulence was so readily and freely available to you in your lifestyle, and you had your love to thank for that. Of course, that meant you were going to find him the most dashing present, and spend a fortune on it, whether he liked the pop of colour, or not.

🎀 𝐎𝐡, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The love that Bucky and you shared was unparalleled, unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was a joy to witness and be a part of the tender side of the otherwise ruthless and effective Mafia King. And on that day, it was no different — playing your cherished role had never been so fulfilling.

🎁 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫

─── Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas was a time for gifts and giving; of sharing with those you loved with all of your heart. Bucky was one of the lucky ones, and you had the most perfect gift for him.

🕯 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

─── Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The festive additions to Bucky’s Soldat costume had been a genius idea, you only had to work out the best way to bribe your boyfriend to go along with it, first.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Miracles and surprises were never in short supply around Christmas, you had learned that during the last Christmas you spent with Bucky and the club; your own family. But, what if something came along, uprooting your certainty, and presenting all of the questions you were beyond nervous to find the answers for? You knew one thing was for certain, though. Your heart, while full of love and adoration for the man you called your own, maybe, just maybe, had room for another special someone.

🍪 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky knew well enough that your venture to the Christmas market would not leave him unscathed, but still, as your loving husband, he trailed behind you loyally and almost complaint free — until you sprang a surprise on him.

🕯 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was never, ever a dull moment when it came to the pair of troublemakers you had involved yourself with, and your Christmas market stall was not immune, either.

🎁 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To test the patience of a lioness; a predator that watched over a pup, it was to toy with danger. You would flash your teeth in warning, but the real threat lurked in the shadows behind you, and there was no way he would let harm befall all that you held dear.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐀 + 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Decorating the tree was a tradition you were determined to bring into their home, and you were just as stubborn as they were to make it stick. But when night fell, that all washed away, leaving room for the love that one of them needed to make it through the silent night.

🎀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The holiday season was in full swing, and you were keen to make a head start for the coming days — each bouquet wouldn’t make itself, nor would the orders be filled if you stayed where it was warm and cosy. What you didn’t expect in your shop before the crack of dawn, however, was two men intent on sprucing up the space.

🕯 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was not the first time you had made a deal with a devil, but at least, on this occasion, you could watch the way his eyes darkened, or how his tail swished in the air; perfectly in beat with the hammering of your heart. The night only just started, but you were determined to get all you could from this unorthodox agreement.

✨ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas in the snow was something you adored about the festive season, and spending it with the ones you loved, both human and animal, would make it all the better. But Bucky had a surprise up his sleeve for you; the cards of his mischievous ways held close to his chest until the moment was right.

❤️ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The distractions of festivities irked Bucky like no other, especially when you were standing there as though you weren’t the woman of his dreams, innocently decorating the living room and the Christmas tree within it. You weren’t to know just how far he would push and prod, not until it was too late.

🎅🏻 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Organically, a hospital was a place where gloom spread faster than a wildfire — it was hard to picture the environment as joyful and festive. Until you appeared, Christmas tree and ornaments in hand, and with the determination of a stubborn reindeer for the task you set yourself: decorate the hell out of the place, and bring some cheer to those who needed it the most.

🎄 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A new tradition you introduced to Bucky took a turn you should have, at the very least, expected, but it did not mean you wouldn’t milk it for all of its worth.

🧸 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Your surprise arrival at the station brightens more than Bucky’s day, and you couldn’t be happier to witness the joy in all of their faces when you revealed that you came bearing gifts.

💛 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞

─── Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky was a sweet talker; able to get every last thing he wanted if he just used the right words or tone with anyone. It was part of his charm. Though you thoroughly enjoyed it, he tended to weaponize it against you at the least convenient times; up a ladder and decorating the tree one of them.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🦌 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A few visitors to the cabin take both Bucky and you by surprise, and the sweet, kind creatures were as curious about you as you were of them.

🧸 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Sometimes even the hardest, most independent workers needed someone to lean on — whether they be of flesh and blood, or wool and stuffing.

✨ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The festivities of Christmas were often overlooked by Bucky in his job in favour of rushing off to save a life, but not this year — this year, you were there to bring joy to him, and to all of his team.

❤️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

With little else to do during the busy festive period, you made your way to Howlie’s Gym, the place you made a home away from home and where you know your best friend made your haven safe. What you did not expect to find, however, was him in the office with the brightest smile on his face — as though you hung the moon that shone down over the two of you.

💚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐫

─── Viking!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Thieves came in many different forms — from Loki to a simple villager, or to a horse with the mind of a trickster and a heart of gold.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

As the President of his club, Bucky always made sure that he made it home, whether it be for his brother’s, or to just keep his legacy alive one more day. But it was not just that anymore, not after he had you as his guiding light — a beacon so bright that he knew he’d be a fool to act reckless, when he knew you were waiting for him back home.

🎀 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Surprises were not an unexpected occurrence when you come to think of it, not when you had Bucky Barnes as your boyfriend, though you had to give him credit where credit was due — he was a crafty, cunning man when it counted.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

❤️ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky was adept at making the best of a situation; a rain of bullets or his pain, it did not matter. A comedic, blasé brush off of whatever was wrong, and he was on his way. Though, that trick didn’t work on you. And you always saw straight through it.

🕯 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫; 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Battles were fought and won, ruthlessly bloody and heartbreakingly sorrowful, for all. Especially your own warrior, who put his all into the work needed on the front lines, and sometimes, he needed protection of his own.

🎅🏻 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

─── Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had more than one way to scare the living daylights out of you — it wasn’t just in his job description; it was in his nature.

🎄 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was never a boring moment during the festive season with your two loves, and it was no different during one of their many visits to your shop. Only, this time, Bucky had a trick up his sleeve.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

✨ 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐞

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A battle raged and weapons clashed on that festive day, and only one of the two warriors would make it out alive. You were determined to make your opponent fall to his knees and beg for mercy — only then would you celebrate the victory. But first? Wade through the plight of the treacherous terrain and land that one hit.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

❤️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You knew with absolute certainty that you meant a lot to both Bucky and Steve — to them as themselves, and to their marriage, but you did not truly understand the depth of their devotion to you, not until a frosty, chilled morning where they revealed just how much they truly adored you.

🌟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes event #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #rookthorne's works #MB

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Tickles - Part 2

Raphael x Tav, RaphaelPOV, soft!raphael, gn!tav, whump

Raphael looked at Tav, resting his head on the bed. They gently stroked his hair. Fingers brushing his temples. Wandering over his scalp, tracing the base of his horns. He sighed and closed his eyes. He was past caring how his body betrayed him.

He felt the bed dip slightly as Tav shifted their weight to lean forward. A gentle kiss appeared on his forehead. He wrinkled his brow. He didn't know what to do with this.

He's lived for eons and experienced so many things, so many situations. But he's never experienced this. He liked it. He hated that he liked it. It was soft. Too soft. This sort of thing had no place in hell. He frowned.

"What's wrong?" he heard Tav ask. Damn them. Damn them for picking up on his every little reaction like that.

"Nothing." he lied.

He didn't want them to stop. He wanted to remain in this moment. This impossible moment, that had no place here.

There was no follow-up question. His little mouse knew not to prod. Good.

But the touches were gone. The kisses were gone. He opened his eyes - Tav was still there, looking at him with a questioning, worried expression.

"I'm sorry", they said. Whatever the hells for? "that I used Haarlep - your body - without you knowing or permitting it."

He frowned again. To him that was a far lesser crime, than bringing this softness into hell. And he blamed Haarlep more than Tav for the use of his body. The incubus had every opportunity to change shape but chose not to, after all.

He said nothing. He didn't know what. Tav looked at him, searching his eyes, his face for... something. They looked sad. Why did they look sad? This was the best moment of his life!

Tav got up. "I'm sorry." They started crawling off the bed.

No, no, no, this was going all wrong! What should he do!? What should he say!? He has never been this lost.

He grabbed Tav's wrist. Firmly. Aggressively. It was the only way he knew how. "Stay." he commanded in a voice that brooked no refusal. Tav's demeanor changed. From sad and caring to alarmed and frightened. That's not what he wanted. He let go of their wrist. They stared at him, uncertain and worried.

He stared back. Lost. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know soft. Not genuine soft. He knew how to fake it. He knew how to seduce a signature out of someone, but he didn't know how to express this... this. He had no word for it.

Tav slowly got up and shuffled away. When they were sure he wouldn't pounce on them, they turned and left.

He watched them go, screaming internally for them to stay. To teach him how to do soft. But he didn't say a word. The boudoir has never been this quiet.

He was filled with dread,

for he was left alone in his bed.

👉 Part 3

#bg3 #raphael #fanfiction #raphael x tav #just can't do raphael without ending up with whump #yes there will be a part three #because I can't just leave it like this now can I?#raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 raphael #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #rds #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3

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athina-blaine · 5 months

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Bloodweave Fic Recs (12/8/2023)

I've been devouring fic lately and I figured I may as well do something productive with it.

Format from @inevitably-ineffable-husbands fic rec lists, check out some of their Good Omens fic recs if you're a fan ♥️

Four Eyes by trashmaven (G, 1.2k w || Light Angst, Pre-Relationship, Fluff) Gale has a secret.

Of Jackpots and Sticky Fingers by Asidian (G, 2k+ w || Humor, Banter, Gambling) "The nerve," huffs Gale. "Imagine setting a jackpot and then punishing anyone who won it fair and square!" Astarion's eyes flicker from the stalking lizard to Gale, and then back again. It's entirely too innocent of a look.

Hoarding Tendencies by Asidian (G, 4k+ w || Hoarding, Trust Issues Past Deprivation, Past Abuse, Misunderstandings, Starvation, Gift Giving) "My word," says Gale, caught between taken aback and genuinely impressed. "Where does this all fit in your pack?"

Letters From Gale by Modmother (G, 5k+ w WIP || Epistolary) A series of letters from Gale Dekarios to Astarion spanning the year after the defeat of the absolute.

Out of Breath, Out of Time by SadinaSaphrite (T, 1k+ w || Asphyxiation, Strangulation, Hurt/Comfort) Gale is caught in a meazel's garrote and needs some rescuing.

Might Just Make It by lavvyan (T, 2k+ w || Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, POV Outsider) The group (sans Tav) meet Astarion by the beach. They don't meet Gale. If you ask Astarion, that just means they have to look harder.

in your arms I lie till dawn by shroomonabroom (T, 3k+ w || Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, Sleep Deprivation) Gale hasn’t slept in several days; Astarion makes things better via food and almost cuddles.

A Practical Guide To Camping by Lunarwench (T 4k+ w || Pre-Relationship, Friendship) How the hell do these idiots have so much stuff when they were all abducted by a flying squid; A Character Study

Come To Mind by ZiGraves (T, 7k+ w || Memory Loss) Something has happened to Gale. Who was Gale, anyway? Well, Gale was himself, obviously, but what did that entail?

In the Dark by LeaXIII (T, 7k+ w || Whump, Light Angst, Tight Spaces, Blood and Injury, Impalement, Blood Drinking, Sexual Tension) Gale and Astarion are caught in a cave-in and no one has a good time. Takes place somewhere in Act 1.

Weakness Coming On by bloodweaving (shipwreckblue) (M, 5k+ w || Enemies to Lovers, Humor, Autistic Gale, Banter, Getting Together) Astarion’s expression settled into an alarming rictus of forced nonchalance. “Oh, please, darling, did you think I was serious?"

The things lost along the way (The things gained at the end) by ThatKorka (M, 14k+ w || Body Horror, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, UST) I can smell what’s under those bandages, Wizard, You’re all rot and ruin!

Deliverance by porcelain (E, 2k+ w WIP || Incubus Astarion, Angst/Hurt, Religious Guilt, Minor Character Death, Alternate Universe, Trauma/PTSD, Priest Gale) Third row, on the right, between a now awake grandfather and a nodding teary-eyed mother and bored children and still untouched scriptures. The red of the man’s irises narrow, and he flashes a smile at him, wicked in a flash of dagger-like teeth. He doesn’t look away, even when Gale does.

Rest, Indulge by ZiGraves (E, 6k+ w || Consensual Somnophilia, Blood Drinking) The slow, drowsy way that Gale’s eyelids flutter before they open fully is its own particular pleasure, and he leans into Astarion’s hand while still half-dozing enough to luxuriate without thinking. Consciousness comes back in a slow rolling wave, free of the stresses of their old camp life that might necessitate instant wakefulness. Astarion watches each moment as it builds, crests, breaks, until his wizard is awake and meeting his eyes with warm curiosity.

Friday Nights by SadinaSaphrite (E, 23k+ w || Alternate Universe, College/University, Modern with Magic, Getting Together, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Blood and Injury, Violence, Fluff, Medium Burn) Professor Gale Dakarios loses his research, his magic, and his lover Mystra all at once and only has himself to blame. When he goes to drown his sorrows, he meets a pale stranger with mysteries of his own.

The stars began to burn by peregrinefeathers (E, 33k+ w WIP || Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Past Sexual Abuse, Psychic Bond, Emotional Manipulation, Blood Drinking) After two centuries of torment, Astarion has given up hope of escaping Cazador's clutches, until a chance encounter with a stolen book introduces him to the disembodied voice of a wizard named Gale of Waterdeep. With the fate of Baldur's Gate in the balance, they must confront their demons and win their freedom - together.

Let me know if you'd like a specific rec or want to share some recs of your own!

#bg3 #bloodweave #still have like 40 fics in my to reads so this isnt the last youll see of me #yall are doing amazing sweeties

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katyawriteswhump · 4 months

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Kiss me better (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 26 prompt, ‘Who did this to you?’

For Eddie, being an immortal sex demon has its advantages, especially when your boyfriend is left for dead. Also posted on my ao3

WC: 985. Rating: M (bordering E?)

CW: Sex, possible VERY temporary character death. Tags: Whump, magic au, Incubus!Eddie, hurt Steve, fluff.

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Eddie finds Steve near the lake, crumpled on his side. He rolls Steve over, and his own blood congeals to ice.

Shiiiiit!

Steve’s apparently senseless, his face white as the winter frost. Eddie fumbles for a pulse, finds it—sluggish, fitful—near the telltale twin puncture wounds on Steve’s throat.

Steve’s lashes flutter. “Eddie? Sssorrry I stood you up, maaan.”

You’re seriously apologising for skipping our date? “Who did this to you?”

“Haa…gr…”

Hargrove! Eddie shouldda wasted that showboating vampire long ago.

Steve’s breaths are shallow gasps. He isn’t trying to hide his terror—so yeah, it’s super-bad. There’s barely a spot of blood on him. Billy’s pretty much chugged the lot.

“Eddie?” The whites of Steve’s eyes flash up and he falls completely limp.

Shiiiiit! Plural!

Okay, you got this, Munson.

Eddie rises, cradling Steve in his arms. He unleashes his wings, flies back to the trailer, sits with Steve on his bed…

…and kisses him.

Eddie’s magic stirs, tingles from his lips into Steve.

“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty.”

Eddie despairs, tastes his own salty tears. Then… Steve’s lips warm and soften. Eddie detects the whispering ghost of a breath, and Steve tentatively kisses back. Eddie plunges his tongue deep, and it all gets yummily messy.

Drink my power, Babe, to Hell with the consequences.

When Eddie pulls away, Steve’s awake. Woozy, though: “That was tooootally hot, dude.”

He’s no longer scared or in pain—a cool bonus feature of Eddie’s glamour. His skin is waxy, though, his pulse weak, and he’s still slumped boneless against Eddie.

The kiss wasn’t enough.

“Stevie. Uh, you know I said I was into you, but not into… full-on sex. You cool with me changing my mind?”

“Suuuure. Totally love you.” Steve faintly giggles: “You’re… gonna have to do… the h-heavy lifting… for a change.” He shudders and his head lolls sideways.

“Steve? Steve!”

Eddie knows what he must do.

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Riiiight, so me and Eddie are having sex.

Steve hasn’t a clue how he got here, should possibly be freaking out. He’s drunk or high, or… Screw it, this is mega-hot. He’s lying on his back, knees hitched up. His gorgeous boyfriend is butt naked, and taking him with slow, deep strokes, striking sweet spots Steve never knew he had.

“Uh… wow?”

Eddie stoops, captures Steve lips in a brief but searing kiss. “Love you, Babe. Couldn’t lose you.”

Huh?

Eddie laps Steve up with thirsty eyes, which seems to strip him naked, even beyond his skin. Steve gasps, squirms: “Gnnng, Eddie. Too good… gonna…” Fuck! Don’t want this over too quick.

“You’re doing great, Babe. Ride with it.”

“Damn!” Steve bites his lip.

He hasn't come yet. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through him. Eddie’s fucking and filling him, kindling an insatiable itch that builds and builds. If he’d realised sex with a guy was gonna be this crazy-awesome, he’d have had his gay cherry popped years ago.

He reaches up, touches Eddie’s face. Eddie’s loving gaze seems to sweep him into a deep, raging whirlpool, and it’s kinda overwhelming. Steve closes his eyes, and it gets freakier. Eddie’s sexy tats rear up in the darkness—bats swirl, puppets dance, and that skull cackles, ape-shit mental.

The weird shit briefly knocks him from his ‘gonna-come-soon’ happy place. Then Eddie’s lips recapture his, and they’re totally at one. Steve comes hard, with the merest friction against his dick. Simultaneously, Eddie shoots his load, flooding Steve with a crazy, tingly warmth that somehow jets to his deepest veins.

Steve floats. Totally blissed out.

Next thing he knows, Eddie spoons him from behind, cocooning him in a warm fuzz.

“That was epic,” says Steve. “Why d’you stall so long?”

***

When Steve awakes, Eddie sits on the bed, shirtless, twisting his rings. He notices Steve stir and jumps as if slapped.

“Steve! How you doing?”

“Good. I think.” He can’t remember last night. He’s not hungover, though. “Uh, kinda sore?” Woah! He recalls the AWESOME SEX and cackles. “That’s on you, Munson.”

“Sorry,” mumbles Eddie.

“What for?” Steve raises himself on an elbow. The room spins then settles… then panic strikes. “You gonna dump my ass?”

“No! No way.” Eddie gets up, starts pacing. “Look, there’s a teeny chance you died last night. And that this morning, you’re a vampire. Sired—uh, that means sorta enslaved—to Billy Hargrove. Or a minor sex demon. Sired to me. Or perhaps still human. Jury’s out. Not sure if you actually passed, or if I snatched you back in time.”

“What?” Steve’s panic surges. “No, no, no! Last night was a bad trip. Good trip?” He scrapes his hair from his face. “I’m confused.”

“Stevie, Hargrove is a vampire. He drank from you, left you dying. I saved you by… Listen, usually I leech life-force through sex with humans—that’s why I was hesitant to jump your bones. In a fix, though, I can pass life on. Bit of a headache, my overlord’s gonna be pissed. Totally worth it.” Eddie stops pacing, raises his hands kinda defensively. “Babe, I’m an Incubus.”

“A whut?”

“Immortal sex demon?”

Eddie unleashes some feathery black wings, which brush to the cluttered walls of his room, lightly strumming his guitar strings. Steve backs into a corner, blanket hugged before him.

The wings vanish.

Eddie dumps his ass back on the bed, leans beside Steve. Steve’s trembling with shock, cold sweat beading his brow. Talk about mind boggling! “Did you fuck me back to life, dude?”

Eddie shrugs. “Possibly.”

Steve’s close to losing his shit. He should totally split; like, flee the state. Instead, he flings his arms around Eddie, smacks a kiss on his boyfriend’s angst-ridden face.

“Chill,” says Steve. “I’m sure as heck not sired, or whatever, to Hargrove—I wanna get naked with YOU. Evidence suggests I’m still a brainless teen.”

“Babe, it’s risky—”

“Jesus! I’m fine.” Steve ignores his inner screams of terror, pushes Eddie flat against the pillows and kisses him stupid.

#steve x eddie #steddieholidaydrabbles #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington whump #steddie fluff #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steddie fic #steddie fanfic

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contentloadingandstuff · 1 year

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Blog Masterlist

Thank you for 500 followers! Truth be told, I'm running out of ideas on how to thank you in an interesting manner.... So just accept my simple thanks for being here!

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Fluff

Cuddling Headcanons: Ganyu & Ningguang | Jean, Shenhe & Ayaka

Family fluff with Miko and Ei

Drinking with Rosaria & Eula!

Injury fluff with Yelan and Sara

Family fluff with Miko: Rules for the little ones

Jealousy Bits - Shenhe, Mona and Ei | Yae Miko, Ganyu and Keqing

The Hunt For Forgotten Treasure - Beidou & GN!Reader

"Ningguang's Dog" - Ningguang x Male!Reader

So about the parenting Headcanons... - Miko, Sara & Ei

Parenting headcanons: Ei & Miko and their views on dating

A unique encounter - Jean, Ningguang & Ei x Bioweapon!Reader

Gym imagines with Shinobu!

Coming home to Lumine!

On Wings of Freedom - Barbara x Male!Reader

Hu Tao x Doctor!Reader

Lisa x Male!Reader Oneshot - Library Duty

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Cheering them up - Male!Reader x Platonic!Qiqi & Platonic!Klee

Voicelines About You - Inazuma Girls

🎉Celebrating Hu Tao's Birthday!

Hurt/Comfort

A quiet evening - Eula x Male!Reader

Miko, Ningguang and Yelan comforting a small Male!Reader

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Anal headcanons with Inazuma girls! | Liyue Girls Edition! | Mondstadt + Sumeru Edition!

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NSFW Alphabet - A - Beidou, Shenhe and Ningguang

Ayaka & Kokomi x Sub!Male!Reader

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Overstim with Kokomi and Ganyu

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Dom!Male!Reader x Sub!Candace & Sub!Dehya & Sub!Nilou

Break Time - Jean x Male!Reader

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Angst

Love and Betrayal: Yelan and Kujou Sara x Fatui!Reader + Injury hurt/comfort + Aftermath (Bad Ending)

Scaramouche, Kaedahara Kazuha and Childe forced to kill Reader

Breaking up with them: Jean & Keqing | Yelan & Shenhe | Ei & Yae Miko

Dottore segment!Reader x Lumine

Death - Platonic!Childe x GN!Reader

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At The Dead Of Night - Ganyu x Male!Reader

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The Magic Whistle: Gorou whump drabble

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Necro AU masterlist

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Whump 💀

Dental whump ideas!

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Whump alphabet!

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 4 months

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“If you struggle, I will tie up your hands, if you scream, I will gag you. You have nowhere to go.” For Arinn :3 (only if you're comfortable doing this prompt)

I forget which prompt list this is from :'D but thank you for it!

CW: demon whumpee, starvation, touch-starved, exhaustion, tackled, rough treatment, threats.

The burly, strong whumper hits like a sledgehammer, slamming into a tired, frail Arinn and tackling him to the ground. Something pops and something hurts and his ragged cry is cut short when a hand covers his mouth and digs fingernails into Arinn's cheek deep enough to draw blood.

"Shhhh...if you scream I will gag you. If you struggle I can just tie up your hands. You're skin and bones, it's twenty degrees out, and you have nowhere to go. So I think you're going to want to listen to my offer..."

#demon whump #incubus whump #starvation #touch-starved #exhaustion #tackled #rough treatment #threats #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #arinn #prompt fill

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autisticempathydaemon · 7 months

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Redacted-tober 2023 Day Eleven

Prompt: Lasko & Costume

Pairing: DAMN polycule

cw: suggestive language and behavior

Summary: Lasko’s a little nervous about the group costume, and his partners hype him up.

Available on AO3 here!

<- Previous Day | Next Day ->

“I’m- I’m not sure about this, guys!” Lasko bellows from behind the shut bathroom door.

“Are you not sure because you’re uncomfortable-“ Freelancer asks from the foot of the bed.

“-or because you’re worried you look silly?” Damien finishes, splayed spread eagle and tired on the rug.

“…the latter,” Lasko’s disembodied voice reluctantly responds, and Damien throws a pillow at the door with a soft whump.

“Come on out, Professor, let’s see it!” Gavin yells, stretched lazily across his deviant’s lap. Huxley’s rich basso comes through the door in hushed, encouraging murmurs, and his body soon follows gently tugging a bashful Lasko behind him. The incubus sits up straight with a wolf whistle and a wicked grin. “Call me teacher’s pet, because I’m coming to every office hours.”

“I hate it here,” the air elemental whines, burying his face in his hands and trying to hide behind his earth elemental boyfriend. Freelancer had the fantastic idea that they should all dress as sexy versions of each other for Halloween, and Lasko- barely dressed in the daisy dukes of gym shorts and tiniest, most see through of white singlets- makes a stunning Sexy Huxley.

“I love it here,” Freelancer says eagerly, leaning their elbows on their knees and arching their eyebrows suggestively behind Damien’s spare glasses. Gavin, dressed in a cropped DAMN hoodie and jeans, nods while eyeing him up and down.

“Shut the fuck up, Moore, you look good,” Damien concurs with a pinched frown and flushed cheeks. Behind him, Huxley presses a kiss to Lasko’s temple and soothingly strokes his sides with large, warm hands.

“Better than good,” he says with a sweet, gigawatt smile before putting his trademark 69 sweater over Lasko’s shoulders. “You look fucking hot, dude.”

“If you say s-so,” the air elemental hedges, hands fidgeting with his bangs now that he’s put on contacts and his glasses aren’t there to keep them out of his eyes. Huxley gingerly brushes them aside and smiles down at the shorter man with a wide grin and shining, perfect teeth.

“Would you feel better if I went and got changed into my Gavin costume?”

“God, yes.”

note: if you’ve seen today’s EA post, you’ve seen witness to my seer powers manifesting /j

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee writes #redacted-tober 2023

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accidentalmistress · 1 year

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Accidental Mistress - Take

Know what today is? IT'S DOUBLE POST DAY.

That's right, I'm posting two Accidental Mistress fics, because the one that was scheduled to be posted today (this one) is really dang short. And you, my lovely readers, deserve more. So more you shall have!

Also this one is kind of sad and doesn't have any sneeze content, only whump. WARNING: this piece delves a bit into Noelle's past trauma and therefore may be a little heavy. If you're only in the mood for sexy fun, you may want to skip to the next piece.

(More Accidental Mistress content can be found on the Master Post.)

Title: Take

Word Count: 660

Content and Warnings: whump, sexual assault (remembered)

In which painful memories make a midnight manifestation.

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"You are forgetting your place, my dear little Single-winged Sparrow."

Such a voice, soft as a mother's caress and beautiful as the rain, should not be able to say such things. If felt as an injustice to the very order of the world.

"Remember, I have but a single use for you, as you have failed my every other expectation."

Fingers cold as death touched her face. She wanted to shrink away from that touch, but her body would not obey.

"I do not tolerate failure, my dear… but I am not wasteful of things with some value. There is still a chance for you to bear the Sisterhood a daughter who possesses the aptitude you do not. So long as you serve this purpose, you have worth to me."

Those fingers grabbed her jaw, sharp nails digging into her cheeks, as the smoking void that was a face glared at her with unseen eyes.

"I will send another this night. You had best hope that this time your womb accepts the seed, for if you cannot fulfill even this simple task… then I have no use for you."

The hand released her jaw with a harsh shove that knocked her back onto the floor.

"Things that are useless, worthless, have no purpose or value—such things I do not squander my time upon. I am not wasteful. Remember that, little Single-winged Sparrow."

Somehow she found her voice as the sound of footsteps retreated and darkness closed in.

"Mother… Please, no… Please! Mother?"

The gilded cage with the void-face inside swayed as it was carried further and further away, ignoring her cries.

"Mother! Please don't… I don't want to…"

As the last of the light faded, leaving her in suffocating darkness, another set of footsteps approached. Heavier. Harder.

"No… No, please! I don't want to! Mother!"

A vague shape in the dark, an oppressive shadow, pressed in on her, smothering her as rough hands touched her body, held her down. Her movements were sluggish and weak, powerless against the unfolding horror. The shadow forced her legs apart, even as she sobbed.

"Mother!"

Noelle shot up in bed, clutching her blankets to her chest as sweat ran down her back and dripped from her brow. Her lungs pulled in gulps of air with shuddering breaths. The room swam in the darkness without her glasses, but relief washed over her with the affirmation that it was indeed her room.

"Mmh? What is it?"

His sleepy voice beside her was tinged with concern. Even as traces of the nightmare lingered in the tears on her cheeks, she didn't want to worry him. Those memories belonged in the past.

"It's n-nothing." Her voice betrayed her with a quaver. "Just a… a dream."

She waited for him to turn over and go back to sleep. She could process this on her own, always had. Instead Oraion sat up next to her, his touch a gentle warmth on her arm.

"What do you need?"

A sob welled in her throat. His hands were never rough with her, never touched her in ways she did not like, never forced her to do things she did not want. Noelle fell against him, pressing her face into his chest. How could a demon be the kindest person she knew? The only people in her life that deserved to be called demonic were always human.

"It's all right, I’m here. I will never allow anything to harm you… my dear Mistress."

Strong arms pulled her in close, rubbing her back with a large, warm hand. Sheltered in his embrace, she believed him. Under the protection of Oraion, wielding the power of a Greater Demon, she would never again experience those horrors. Even if she was a sparrow with only one wing, Oraion would always be there to lend her his.

Once Noelle’s tears had dried, she fell asleep cradled in her beloved Servant’s arms, and that night she dreamed no more.

#accidental mistress #oraion the allergic incubus #noelle the awkward witch #whump fic #whump

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weirdeggi · 2 years

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Tswwwit’s Masterlist 2.0

Hey, everyone! I decided to put together my own list of @tswwwit‘s stories!

This contains most, if not all, of the stories they’ve posted to their blog! Including things that weren’t previously on their masterlist. I’ve recently updated it to be even more organized!

It’s very long, so the list is under the cut!

Familiar AU

Faking It (Complete)

Hating It (Companion Fic for Faking It, Bill POV, Complete)

Confessing It (In Progress)

Familiar AU Snippets

One-Part Stories

Altar Backstory Scene

April fools Post

AU Where The Familiar Spell Goes As Planned

Bill Being Vengeful

Bill and Mabel Chatting During Confessing It

Bill Looks at Dipper with his Glowing Eye

Caught Singing in the Bathroom

Cold Weather Sucks

Dipper Attempts an Insult

Dipper’s Bad At Fire

Dipper Gets FURIOUS At Ford

Encounter With An Incubus

Finding someone’s “Good” Dream about Dipper

Fordus Interruptus

Gideon Tries to Blackmail Dipper

Jealous Dipper

No Kiss For Bill (Yet)

Old Man Dipper

Parody Familiar AU

Pre-Billdip Bill Meets Post-Billdip Bill

Truth Curse Fic

Saucy but not the way you think

Sick Dipper

Stan & Bill Friodshop

Stan Getting Bill To Help With His Will

Wendy Makes a Visit

WIP Snippets (Confessing It epilogue and roleplay skit)

White Fence Suburban Married Couple

Wrestling In The Closet

Multiple Part Stories

Amnesia AU (Parts 1-5)

BILLnesia AU (Parts 1-5)

Cult-Survivor Dipper (Mute Dipper AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

A Favor for Mabel

Part 1, Part 2

Federal Flirtagent

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Ford & Bill Familiar Bond

Part 1, Part 2

Ford POV

Part 1, Part 2

Love Potion

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Stan POV

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Whump

Part 1, Part 2 Coming Soon

Familiar AU NSFW

Interlewd #1

Interlewd #2

Interlewd #3

Interlewd #4 (Bill POV)

Interlewd #5 (Alternating POV)

Bill Sucks At Games

Demons Are Tricky

The REALLY Kinky ones (See the AO3 tags for warnings)

Bill has a crappy day

Wolf/Lamb Roleplay

CYOA Masterpost

Bill vs Bill (AO3)

Bill in Other Universe

Bill in Other Universe Deleted Scene

Post-Bill vs Bill snippet

Reincarnation AU

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Bill Meeting Dipper As A Baby

Dipper Wants A Date

Mason’s Memory Dream

Dipper finds Bill’s body dead

Med-Student Dipper Heals Bill

Octobill Stories

Octobill

Non-Serious Biologically Accurate Octobill

Octobill Haircut Short

Octobill and the Pairbonding Saga

Octobill Prequel

Raised Spirits (A.K.A. Poltergiest AU)

Raised Spirits

Reverse Falls Stories

Bill giving Will Relationship Advice

Will and Dip #1

Will and Dip #2

Will and Dip #3

Misc. Billdip One Shots Not On AO3

Awkward First Meetings

Bill and Dip can’t Touch

Bill Draws Constellations on Dipper

Bill On Smile Dip

Bill Scaring Dipper

Coffee Shop AU

Dentist Bill

First Kiss

Geometry Pickup Lines

Impatient Bill

Jealous Bill

Mabel and Bill Playing Chess

Semi-Dark Billdip (Blood Warning)

Siren AU

Stan reacts to Billdip

Teaching Magic

Triangle Bill Cuddling Dip

Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Scum Villain’s Accidental Romance System (Self-Indulgent)

Legend Of Zelda

Sidon/Link

Original Fiction Masterlist

Tswwwit’s AO3 Account (For other Billdip stories that are not currently updating)

BurnerAccount

Thanks, everyone! Lemme know if I missed anything!

#Tswwwit's masterlist #tswwwit #Now with more organization!#wow they've wrote a lot of stuff #I'll be updating this as they post #so that everyone can find their beautiful works #posted with permisson #familiar au #billdip

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avvail-whumps · 2 years

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Guns For Hire: Complete Masterlist

Synopsis: Leo’s life is turned upside down when he sees his boss getting murdered. What’s worse, was that he witnessed the mercenary behind the hit taking off his mask, and saw his face. Leo promises not to go to the police with his identity, but the mercenary decides it’s not worth letting him go.

General content and warnings: multiple whumpers, whumper is also caretaker, intimate whumper, kidnapping, captivity, torture, depictions of violence, minor character deaths, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, nsfw themes but nothing explicit

Main Story (Completed)

Behind the Mask

Brass Family

Clean Break

Carving a Claim

The Detective

Glass Shards

Shocked to the Core

Compromises

House Rules

Sit, Stay, Roll Over

Escape Plan

Pretty Lips

Lashes

Obedience

Target Practice

Open Arms

Parting Ways

Entertainment

Pinned Like a Bug

Hell House

End of the Line

Appoggiatura

The Little Duckling

Wants and Desires

Chaconne

Great Escape

Square One

Uncharted Territory

Twenty Minutes

Bedsheets

Heated

Step Closer

No Escape

Unwanted Rescue

Interrogation

Last Chance

Forty-Eight Hours

The Finale

Alternative Endings/Universes:

💸 Money Solves Everything

🩸 Fangs (Vampire AU)

🧚‍♂️ Trickery (Fae AU)

💌 Horns & Tails (Incubus AU)

🌲 Capture Recapture (Reverse AU)

⭐ Bathtubs (Gender Swap AU)

Requests:

Roy’s POV

Shopping & Shock Collars

Picked Up By a New Whumper

Leo Has a Nightmare

BTHB: On a Leash

BTHB: Homesickness

Roy Using Leo As a Lure

BTHB: Can Only Move the Eyes

⭐ Fem!Leo Starts Her Period (Male Roy)

Roy Gets Sick and Leo Takes Care Of Him

The Aftermath of Leo Leaving From His Father’s POV

Leo and Roy Talk About Rafi

💸 Hair Dye

Asks and Answers

Extra:

Ask Game Tag

NSFW Discussion Tag

Tags That Make Me Laugh

Questions:

Pet Names

Update Schedule

Roy’s Childhood

What Does This Terrible Chef Even Eat?

Chapter 28

Punishments

Music

Roy’s Reaction to Potential Suicide

Post Story:

Future Life

Leo’s Mental Health

Do They Really Love Each Other?

Main Tag List – @unorganisedalienrubbish @d-cs @rabidrabidme @sordayciega @burningkittypoet @whumpawink @mannerofwhump @suspicious-whumping-egg @welcome-to-the-whumpfest @whatwasmyprevioususername @crilex29 @firefly017 @dutifullykrispyland @wibbly-wobbly-whump @there-will-always-be-blood @anonintrovert @justawhumpjunkie @whumptastic-world @ha-ha-one @whatwhumpcomments @whumpterful-beeeeee @anonymous1235 @sonder35 @unforgiven235 @whumpasaurus101 @mj-or-say10 @professional-idiocy @seaweed-is-cool @theelvishcowgirl @atomicsandwichprince @sunshiline-writes @peasandpotatos @pirefyrelight @enigmawritesstuff @reverie1234 @obsessedsplicer505 @mithras-energy @morning-star-whump (the main story is now complete)

#masterlist #guns for hire #whump #whump fic #dividers by cafekitsune

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stuffbybean · 5 months

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If i was to make whump content...

More info on each option below the poll!

The Lawyer

Lysander is a lawyer often hired by big corporations to get them out of sticky situations. The stress of his job has him on anxiety medications, but other than that he lives a comfortable, quiet life. Aside from some of the high profile cases he's worked on, he tends to keep himself to himself.

The Con-man

Sebastian runs a hotel and auctions off captured demons to the highest bidder. He does none of the real hard work, and probably hasn't done more labour than lifting a wine bottle, but he can drive a hard bargain and is used to having control of a situation.

The Exorcist

Kierce is a first generation nephelim, so he has wings! Not like they've really done anything other than attract unnecessary and unwanted attention. Despite his time as a sniper in the military, he's quick to anger and stubborn, with a penchant for alchohol.

The Incubus

Gael... Gael doesn't have too much going on for him right now. Recently escaped from an old whumper and on the run, he's not sure where to go or who to trust. He bears many scars from his previous owner, both mental and physical.

#whump idea #demon whumpee #nephilim whumpee #whump poll #my ocs #alcohol mention

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rookthorne · 11 months

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A whole 13 weeks of pure smut with all my AUs? You better buckle up and get some towels, because I go all fuckin' out with this event.

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

― BUCKY BARNES ―

֎ Biker!Bucky Barnes — Brotherhood & Bullets ֎ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier — Staya Volkov ֎ Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader — The Queen & The King ֎ Farmer!Bucky Barnes — Peaches ‘n Cream Ranch ֎ Incubus!Bucky Barnes — Depths of Pleasure ֎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes — Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎ Mafia!Bucky Barnes — His Empire, Her Rules ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes — The Queen’s Masterpiece ֎ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes — His Girls ֎ Modern!Bucky Barnes — Written in the Stars ֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero ֎ Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes — Progress, Not Perfection ֎ Pirate!Bucky Barnes — Sins of the Seven Seas ֎ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes — Purity ֎ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes — Brooklyn Pride ֎ Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes — Inked Sun

― STUCKY ―

֎ Firemen!Stucky — Built Differently

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

66,550

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺

— The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺

A massive thank you to both @sgt-seabass & @smutconnoisseur for taking the mantle of being my beta's for these fics - I wouldn't have gotten it all organised if it wasn't for your help. Extending this to @buckybarnesevents - the prompts were so perfect, and I had an absolute ball.

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

🔥 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭

“What should I wear?”

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Playing innocent with Bucky never worked ― it didn’t mean you wouldn’t try, not when the payoff was precisely what you craved.

🔥 𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

Lingerie

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a game you loved to play: targeting their weaknesses to see how fast they’d fracture and snap ― taking you down with them. This time, however, you got much more than you bargained for.

🔥 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Lingerie

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The promises that Bucky made to you and you alone, were never broken ― whether they were fulfilled that moment or the next day, no matter what they entailed.

🔥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

Daddy

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A secret was only a secret if your body didn’t betray you. Luckily for you, you just happened to have an Incubus with centuries worth of tricks of the trade practised and perfected to get information out of anybody as a lover ― you didn’t stand a chance.

🔥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Sir

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Who knew uttering a simple phrase would turn the man that had only ever been gentle and teasing, into a feral beast with only one goal in mind ― to ruin you?

🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 ‘𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

Daddy

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky always knew, somehow, just what you needed and how you needed it ― and he never failed to deliver, even after a surprise slip-up of your tongue.

🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

In My Lap

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A dynamic switch on a night of relaxation gives you an opportunity to reap the rewards of being between your wolves, and with the two of them fighting over control, you knew you were in for a wild ride.

🔥 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

Bent Over

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Slow mornings were the best on your farm ― the sounds and smells and sights of the early hours painted a picture for how the day to come would no doubt pan out. It also helped having an insatiable husband, you supposed.

🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Kneeling

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It wasn’t a spell you were under, no ― you were under so much deeper than that, and Bucky was the only one that knew how to help you. After all, he promised he would.

🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

In My Lap

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky being a nurse meant that he knew of many ailments, as well as how to treat or cure them. It was just your luck that he knew exactly how to take care of you, in every way you needed him to.

🔥 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞

Car Sex

─── Drifter!Bucky x Drifter!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

🔥 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧

Car Sex

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s touch was like a sniper taking their shot, methodical in practised ease and hitting his target every single time ― it left you breathless, and just as sweet in the aftermath.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

Car Sex

─── Street Racer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Stress relief came in many forms, and for Bucky? You knew just how to maximise the relief and get his mind entirely off the troubles of his racing career, you just needed to carry out your plan ― subtly, of course.

🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧

"When I first met you..."

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Reminiscing on the days of your first meeting with your wolves wasn’t how you planned to spend your evening ― how intimidating or scary it had been, until you saw a glimpse of what lay beneath. It made a warmth bloom in your chest at how time had developed your connection to them, a connection you hoped would never be severed.

🔥 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞

"When I first met you..."

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The day that James Barnes walked through the door to be your patron for the evening, was the day your life changed for good. There was no way that you would go back ― not after finding the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

"When I first met you..."

─── Tattoo Artist!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Shopping in your favourite art store with Bucky brings back the memory of your first encounter, and after so much time has passed, it was with fondness that you looked back on just how starstruck you were in his presence.

🔥 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞

Spread Open

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The heat and tension was undeniable, and you felt it the moment you got the simple text from them. What awaited you, however, was something much more than a simple night of games.

🔥 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ‘𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐥

Spread Open + Tied Down

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s magic was something that you’d only experienced on a few occasions. Though, his plans this time would leave you begging for it again, and again, and again.

🔥 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝

"How do you want me?"

─── Pirate!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a punishable act to not follow the Captain’s orders, just as much as it was to cross him when his fuse was already so short. Luckily for you, you had the one thing that would calm the brusque fury into a simmering wave.

🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

"Who's this?"

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Being the Angel on Bucky’s shoulder meant you were the voice of calm, of reason ― it did not mean the most sinful chants would fall from your lips and render both of you speechless. Until the day that it did.

🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

My Pet

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To play games with wolves, one had to be cunning and willing to risk everything for the thrill. Gambling on a sense of safety was a foolish thing to do, but it didn’t stop you from trying ― for when you lost a bet, they would collect, no matter what.

🔥 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

"Who's this?"

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Barnes Classics Restoration was a hive of activity ― something was always going on within the walls of that garage, and you counted yourself lucky to be amongst it all.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

"How did you meet?"

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Parading richness and wealth was the name of the game. But when Bucky spies an old friend in the crowd, things take a turn that you least expected.

🔥 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧

"How did you meet?"

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To foster and encourage growth, you had to first begin with a seed ― a start of a new life, the beginnings of a story. It was similar to how you met your husband if only a little unorthodox, but who were you to question a newfound tradition?

🔥 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤

"How did you meet?"

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Luck and fate often went hand in hand ― it was no different on that very first day that you met Bucky. The moment he walked into your haven was the moment that everything changed. You gained a best friend, and something much, much more.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Somnophilia

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The urge, while powerful and all-consuming most of the time, never burned this hot. It was always temperable, until it wasn’t ― and there was one way to make it better, it was just a good thing that a certain someone was just as much of a trouble maker as you were.

🔥 𝐑𝐮𝐧, 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐤, 𝐑𝐮𝐧

Spanking

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To run from the devil was a dangerous game, but to run from the lone wolf was a whole ‘nother feat ― and you were game enough to anger the both of them.

🔥 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

Somnophilia

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was an unspoken habit of yours that you seemed to continuously exploit at Bucky’s expense ― at least this time, it ended in something that would have you squeezing your thighs together at the very memory.

🔥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧

Massage

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Few dared to cross such a dangerous man ― not when they would end up on the wrong end of the barrel of Bucky’s gun, but not you. You were the one that toed the line, broke it, and it was just what he needed.

🔥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

Bath

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Coming down from a high was oftentimes the best moment you would ever share with your wolves, because they knew just how to take care of and pamper their girl.

🔥 𝐀 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Massage

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Intuition was something that every woman grew to trust, and when it told you that something was wrong with your loveable, charitable idiot, you knew that it was right. You just had to take matters into your own hands and slow the mountain of a man down ― bring him back to earth in the best way you knew how.

🔥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Bath

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There were times when the Queen had to rest her crown, the weight of it too heavy to bear, and your artist knew just how to mend and heal the fibres and sinew of your soul, refreshing your canvas to better tackle another day.

🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Massage

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s hands were a marvel. They worked tirelessly to care for those in need and you had seen and experienced it firsthand, for which you were always grateful for ― it was just this once that you needed them, as badly as you needed the air in your lungs.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

Red

─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had constructed a fairly easy regime and routine for you to follow, and one day, you decided to challenge what he had set.

🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Yellow

─── Pornstar!Bucky x Innocent!F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a curse, being so new to things Bucky could and would show you, but when it got the better of you, he was there to hold you above the waves ― where you were safe.

🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥

"Who's my ___?"

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bringing the wolves to heel was not an easy task. It was a blessing, however, where one went, the other followed.

🔥 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

Beefcake

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was an unconventional way that both Steve and Bucky passed the time, and you were about to find out just how mischievous the pair could be.

🔥 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Booktok

─── Modern!Bucky x Writer!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had always been willing to help you with your dreams, and it just so happened that you need to experience something first hand in order to write it effectively ― it was just a shock at how far Bucky was willing to take it.

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