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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: I know that Daemon would honestly be the best father. What else could you ask for but a man who will support your rights and your wrongs?

Chapter 12: Weakness

That night you tossed and turned in bed, thinking of your interaction with your uncle and the warning your mother gave you. You had not even thought of marriage until now. Rhaenyra had told you that she would not force you to wed as she was, knowing the pain and struggle it could cause.

You knew that you would not be accepted as Queen after your mother. The Seven Kingdoms would not have two women ascend the Iron Throne, let alone one. And although your mother was a staunch advocate for creating a new order, where women could sit upon the throne, you knew that it would most likely not be done in your case. Especially now with Aegon being the eldest son of King Viserys.

Aegon became the challenge to the throne the day he was born.

You were thankful for your mother and your fathers kindness in regards to marriage but you still felt a stinging ache knowing that you most likely would not be named heir. Still, you studied all that you would need to rule. You mastered High Valyrian, learnt the ways and customs of the realms.

Countless nights you spent studying politics, history, war and at your fathers behest, learnt the skills of the sword and combat. You ensured that even though you would not be named successor, that you would be ready to be one.

Studying was not just for you, it was for your family, for you mother, for your father who waited years to be the Hand of his brother, the King. You did it for your siblings, to set an example and for Jacaerys. For if he were to ascend the Iron Throne, you would stand alongside him.

Laying in bed and wondered if Aemond would be wed soon also. The prince was older than you, and although men had more liberties in the world, it would soon be his time.

You understood some of your uncle's animosity.

Having Aegon as your older brother would be no easy feat, especially since the second son had been taunted and bullied by him his whole life. The only thing that Aemond really had was the love of his mother and sister.

You imagined that he would most likely be wed to another noble, someone that would be politically smart for the Hightower's, perhaps a Baratheon. You wondered if the Queen had also spared him from marrying not out of love, but necessity like she had been forced to do. 

It was your first night sleeping without milk of the poppy since you had cut your feet, and you felt yourself becoming increasingly restless. You worried that you would not settle, and so sitting up in bed, you began to recite the history of Valyria to yourself aloud.

You recited the Kings and Queens before you, the battles and tales, rises and falls. Slowly you felt yourself tire, eyes becoming heavier. You recited your family tree next. All branches in your mind, names and births coming forward with ease.

You thought of what it would be like to meet your ancestors. Would you get along with them? Would they be cruel? Kind? You believed they would most likely sit with you at Godswood and read. 

As you felt your eyes begin to droop, you fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of dragons and battles; fire and blood. You dreamt of being a dragon yourself, bright red scales, soaring high up into the sky. The feeling of being weightless and carefree. You flew around the Red Keep and around Dragon Stone, then all the way to Dorne. In your dream you smelt the spices and felt the breeze. You flew until it was night, soaring high with the stars. 

The sudden smell of sandalwood and leather surrounded your senses and you sniffed at the air with your snout. Then, you felt yourself falling. No matter how hard you tried to catch wind under your wings, it did not work. You fell into the abyss, your scales burn off, revealing your skin underneath. It felt as if you were on fire. 

You slowly opened your eyes, sleep still holding onto you.

The room was dark except for one small sliver of light peeking through the windows. You felt still in your dream, the weight of fatigue slowly pulling you back down into your dream. The soft duvet surrounded you, giving you a sense of protection.

Groggily you pushed yourself up to look about the room, a shadow near the bed.

“Go back to sleep Princess.” Came a whispering voice.

That same smell of sandalwood lurking about you. You murmured and sunk back into your bed, sleepy delirium muddling your mind. As your eyes closed once more, and sunk back into the abyss, you heard soft deep humming from aside the bed.

Your dreams claimed you once more.

You awoke abruptly, eyes darting about the room. The sun's rays streamed through the windows with song birds chirping outside, and the faint smell of sandalwood lingering. Your dreams had made your skin sticky with sweat and your head felt strange.

You blamed the odd sleep to your sudden stop of milk of the poppy. You had heard that it can sometimes give one strange dreams, and restless sleep. Stretching out in your bed you rose, walking to look out the windows, the sun slowly rising above the horizon. 

Saria and Aella came to dress you and bring your breakfast. Lush fruits from Dorne were piled upon a silver platter. Bright pinks and yellows of all shapes and sizes wafting sweet scents around you. Your hunger was ravenous, and so fed yourself full of the sticky nectars.

Once dressed and full of the mornings breakfast, you walked out of your room and towards the library. You noted that the walk would not take you long, though you would have to walk through the main parts of the Keep to get there.

The Red Keep was busy today. Lords and Ladies passed through, attending meetings and socialising with one another, their voices carrying loudly throughout the stone walls. Maids scuffled through the halls attending to their duties whilst knights patrolled the corridors. 

The Library was a large room full to the brim of books, and rumoured to be one of the largest in the Seven Kingdoms. It had high ceilings with dark wood lining the walls, holding the thick tomes and scrolls within.

Heavy tables sat in the centre and between the many rows of books, with large tomes piled atop desks nearby for writing. A fire softly crackled on a far wall, large green chairs and chaise sitting in front.

Your spotted your fathers tall figure perched in one, reading from a book in hand. HIs posture was relaxed as he lazily read the novel. As you walked, your footsteps echoed heavily throughout the room. 

“You're up early.” Daemon called to you, not even looking up from his novel.

“As are you.” You replied, sitting heavily in a chair beside him.

You leant over and looked down at what he was reading. The writing was small looped prettily and in High Valyrian. 

“Poetry?”  You inquired.

“Of course. I’m not just a pretty face, tala,” (daughter) He leant back and looked over to you, “How do you think I courted your fierce mother?”

“You give yourself too much credit, uēpa vala.” (old man) You chuckled leaning closer towards him to get a better look.

You jerked back as his large hand swung up towards you, attempting to swat you with the back of the book.

“You are cruel to this ‘old man’.” He sulked. A small smirk crawling up his face.

“I only speak the truth, father.”

“Yes, unless it is about how you injured your feet.” The Rogue Prince gave you a knowing look.

“I told you, I-“

“Yes, how convenient that you were drunk and stepped on glass. Of all your years living, I have not once witnessed you to be a drunken fool.” 

He waited for a response and you give him none. You look at the fireplace avoiding him, you kept your gaze there and anywhere but his piercing eyes.

“Tell me, what caused the fight?" He pressed again.

"Gods be good. There was no fight. What is everyones sudden interest in my uncle's interactions with me."

"I see the way he looks at you, y/n.”

Your eyes flick to him then back to the fire.

“Dont tell me you’ve turned mute?”

“I just don’t wish to speak about it any longer. Between mother and Jacaerys, I feel like you all treat me as though I am made of glass.”

“You are what breaks glass it seems.” Your father snorted.

“You're not funny.” 

“No? Then why do you smirk?”  He leant forward to stare at you, glint in his eye. 

You tried hard to tuck your lips inwards, fighting with the smile that attempted to reveal your mirth. He always knew how to make you laugh. 

“I don’t know how mother puts up with your jesting.”

“Nor do I, but that is what makes us so strong.”

He gave you a wide smile, reaching out to pat your hand and hold it for a second. Despite his roughness and sardonic nature, Daemon had always been a good father.

“Have you missed being home?” You asked, changing the subject.

“Home? Hm. I don’t think I could ever really call this place home. My brother made it clear that I was not welcome here many times. I had to make my home elsewhere. I have travelled to many places, lived across many seas,” He paused, then continued,

“No. This is not home, the people within it however, they are home. You are home. My Lady Wife is my home, my daughters and sons are home. Even my brother. This pile of stones just holds us all together.”

“You have turned soft.” You laughed.

“Perhaps it is the poetry." Daemon paused, "I saw Sȳndor flying over the ocean, I think he misses you.” Your father added.

“I know, I can feel it. I was thinking of going into the Dragon Pit this evening and seeing him.”

“Smart girl, I don’t think I will survive the next visit. It is as though he awaits for you to enter, sees me, and flies into a fit of rage. Grumpy; much like his rider.”

“If I get grumpiness from anyone, it is you, father.” You tease.

“Enough of that." He grabs your hand, "Here,” Daemon reopened the book, “let me finish.”

Then he began to read aloud.

“Naejot jorrāelagon ao iksis iā qringaomnon," (To love you is a sin,)

“Naejot jorrāelagon mirros qrimbrōstan, zōbrie; Iksā iā issare qilōni iksin geptot ondoso Jaes." (To love something cursed, dark; You are a being who was left by God.)

“Iksā iā taboo bona nyke jorrāelagon.” 

“You are a taboo that I love.” You translated back to him.

You glanced at your fathers face. His gaze had softened toward the pages, eyes half lidded as he spoke. His brow drawn, as his eyes flitted across the page.

There were undeniable similarities between you and Daemon. You had his fire, and loyalty to family, both willing to throw yourself in the flames for those you loved. Yet, you had your mothers tenderness, to even out the flames, the softness in which she raised you.

Some could say you have his eyes, others could argue you had hers. You liked to think you have a blend of both. 

“Se sȳndror isse ao laodigon ñuha ōños." (The darkness in you steals my light.) He continued.

“Aōha vēdros, laesi doru, līrinon bona dōrī renigon aōha laesi.”

“Your anger, eyes empty, smile that never touches your eyes.” You spoke with him.

You look back to the fireplace, letting yourself relax to the sound of your fathers voice. His smooth timbre lulling you into almost a trance.

“Aōha sōpagon iksis doru, yn iksā ñuhon." (Your laugh is empty, but you are mine.)

“Eman ropatas ezīmagon aōha sȳndor." (I have fallen into your shadow). He finishes, gazing at you.

The Rogue Prince watched as you stared into the fire, eyes glazed over. You felt there was a reason your father had read this specific poem to you.

Every utterance of darkness, of a laugh that is empty, a smile that never touches the eyes, the anger. You thought of one person.

You turn to him and give him a small smile.

“When will we return to Dragon Stone?”

“I am unsure, my sweet,” He reached out to hold the side of your face, you lean your head into it, “Alicent is latched onto your mother like a leech. I fear we may be here much longer than anticipated.”

“It is strange here.” You sigh.

“I know. Quite a shock to see my brother falling apart at the seams. Perhaps his clothes are holding him together underneath.”

“Do not be cruel.”

“Not cruelty, only truths. I had told him long before that the Gods had been cruel to him. It seems that they have only gotten crueler.”

You turn to kiss the inside of his palm and look at him, “He is strong, I am sure he will continue on for many years before the Stranger comes to meet.”

“Dōna riña.” (Sweet girl) He gives you a sad smile. 

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“Re- remmy no more,” you plead, tossing your head back onto your pillow, hips bucking up into his despite your words. Remus growls, pushing you down by your stomach and blanketing your body with his own and pressing your knees almost up to your tits.

“You can take it, my dove, I promise,” the words come out choked, hoarse, but you wither under them nonetheless. You can feel his cock pulsing deep inside your walls, seed spilling out from your entrance from his last two (three?) orgasms. You’re sure he’s overstimulated beyond belief, just like you, but he just can’t seem to stop.

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When I tell you this man will be the actual death of me asgsgdhdu he makes me so fucking soft. Remus I love you :(((( Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Dominant Remus is always gentle, the kind of man that rearranges your clothes so they sit better or your hair so he can see your face properly, bringing your lips to his. He puts a hand on the small of your back to guide you forwards, always keeping himself on the outside of the sidewalk, where the traffic is. He's ready to kneel to tie your shoes, it doesn't matter where you are. He is the most gentle in the mornings, hugging you as soon as he sees you. He rests his head on your shoulder, his cheek rubbing against yours, his hand always has a way of finding your ass where he kneads it while pulling you closer to his body, fingers curling under, hooking themselves and grazing your most intimate area. He doesn't care who is around because you're his, and he gets to touch you and feel you however much he wants. Remus never realizes how dominant he is, but he loves how powerful it makes him feel when you respond to his touches and caresses. That despite everything, despite all the things he hates about himself, he has you to call his own.

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𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠,  𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ｡ﾟ･☆

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑗𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛/𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡/𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛➹ 

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a demonstration

Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem!reader. references to intense punishment, brat taming, polyamory, spankings, bruises, heavy d/s, sir kink. safe-words are in place. intense punishments are mentioned, but know that they were 100% consensual and the bruises mentioned are not truly serious. Reader is implied to have a complexion somewhat on the lighter side as there are visible bruises and hand prints.

thank you to @gxtitobxby for the help, inspo and encouragement <3

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You pull your skirt down over your hips, letting the garment fall to the floor around your ankles. You step out of it, reaching out for a pair of sweatpants to put on, but stop when you feel a presence behind you and a gentle hand on your lower back.

“Gods, bunny, what happened here?” Remus asks from behind you, his gaze trained down on the backs of your upper thighs. You crane your neck to look back at him, nonchalant in your response.

“Siri spanked me yesterday, remember? Said I was givin’ him attitude.”

“Yeah, cause you fuckin’ were.” The male in question pipes up from where he’s lounging on his bed, spinning his wand between deft fingers. Remus scoffs.

“I don’t doubt she was, mate, but I do doubt that whatever attitude she gave you warranted these nasty bruises.” Remus runs calloused fingertips just bellow your buttocks, his touch on the tender area making you flinch.

Sirius’s brows furrow. “What do you mean? I only gave her fifteen. You’d have given her twenty at least for that shit.”

“Yeah, on her ass.” Remus emphasizes, grasping your arm to lead you over to the foot of Sirius’s bed. “You can’t hit her on just her thighs, Pads.”

“You hit her there all the time-“

“I hit her there sometimes.” Remus corrects with a sigh, sitting down on the mattress’s edge as Sirius sits up. “Here, look.” You whimper as he coaxes you into his lap with a tug to your arm, a large hand pressing your back down. “You’re fine, doll, this’ll be quick. I won’t spank ya too hard.”

“Didn’t do anything wrong.” You whine softly, a pout settling on your lips as you squirm in his lap.

“I know, bunny. This is just to give Pads a couple pointers.” He tugs your panties up so the material bunches between your cheeks to expose more of your flesh, keeping his arm braced on your back to hold you still. Sirius scoffs, standing now to move around to the foot of the bed.

“I don’t need you to teach me how to spank her-“

“Clearly you do, when you leave her thighs black and blue over a bit of attitude.”

“Brat deserved it.” Sirius mutters, making you pout and look up at him petulantly.

“Did not-“

“Don’t whine.” Remus snaps, cutting you off. You scowl at the smirk Sirius directs down at you. “But she’s right, Pads.” You’re satisfied to see his smirk disappear as Remus runs a large hand over the colored backs of your legs.

“Her thighs are sensitive, mate, y’gotta be careful. You should only spank her there more than a couple times when she’s really bad, ‘n some bruises would serve her well.” Remus explains. “You probably shouldn’t ever do it, honestly, cause chances are I’ll be takin’ care of her if she’s that bad.” You whimper at the mere mention of one of Remus’s killer punishments, but the lycanthrope hushes the sound with a soft shhh as Sirius speaks.

“Alright, then. Not too many thigh hits, got it.” He says as he crosses his arms and looks down at the display with a bored expression. His words are a bit clipped, clearly over his little lesson already. Remus ignores his tone and hikes your panties up further, making you squirm as the material wedges uncomfortably in your crack and leaves almost the whole of your ass bare.

“Most of the time y’want a lot of the swats to land here,” his rough palm gropes at the fatty part of your ass before coming down firmly on the area- admittedly less hard than his usual spanks, but still enough to have you jolting in his lap. Your squirming is put to an end when Remus adds more pressure on your back with his arm. “Just like that, see? Leaves a pretty print and everything. If you strike at the fleshy part she’ll feel it in the moment, but it won’t last.”

“Is that right?” Sirius says, sounding significantly more engaged now that he’s seen your ass jiggle from Remus’s blow and the faint pink handprint left in its wake. “And what if I want it to last?” Your eyes flit up to him to find his lip curled up in a wicked smirk that makes your heart thrum. Remus chuckles.

“Then you can give her a good few right here.” You intake a sharp breath when calloused fingers trace the crease of your ass, right where it meets your thighs. “That’s the sit spot. She’ll be feelin’ it the next day, whenever she sits down.”

Your cheeks are burning by now with the way they’re discussing your punishments so casually, as if you aren’t even in the room. Sirius’s eyes glisten as he gazes down at you.

“Think I’m gonna need a demonstration of that one too, mate.” The raven haired male says, voice almost a sneer, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Jerk.”

“Watch it.” Remus scolds, and you yelp as his hand comes down on the previously discussed area hard. “If you mouth off you’re just forcin’ me to really punish you.”

“Sorry, sir,” you grumble, hanging your head. Your ass is warm, heat radiating from the two stinging hits Remus has delivered so far, and you can feel the fuzzy beginnings of subspace settling into your mind in response.

“You see that, Pads? That’s where you hit if you wanna leave her with a lasting reminder .” His words fade off to you a bit as your hands fiddle with the comforter. “Five swats there would do the trick, no more than fifteen I’d say. Again, if she’s bad enough to earn more than that, I’d be the one spankin’ her anyway.”

“Right, right.” Sirius agrees absentmindedly as he reaches out to hook his forefinger under your chin, turning your gaze up to him. He smirks when he meets your eye, immediately recognizing the cloudy submissiveness already brimming them. “Maybe you oughta run through ‘em all one more time, Moons. Make sure it really sticks in my memory.”

Remus chuckles, well aware of the other dom’s true motives. “You think so? What do you say, bunny- gonna be a good girl while I show Pads a few more swats?”

“Yes, sir, gonna be a good girl.” You immediately parrot with well trained obedience.

So Remus runs through them again- the tender thigh hit, reserved for major infractions, the sit spot to leave you squirming in your chair the next day, and finally the asscheek, where the brunt of the spanking should be focused. Sirius, of course, watches with rapt attention. His gaze locks on both your ass as it ripples and grows pinker, and your face as your eyes water and grow more glassy with each hit.

“Think you get the picture, mate?” Remus asks, his large hand now groping at the meat of your ass, warmed by the blows from his palm. You whimper at the rough action.

“I’d say so.” Sirius disparages, expression as cocky as ever. “I’d even say I’m ready to put my knowledge into practice.” He reaches out, fingers stroking firmly- almost meanly- against your scalp where you lay across Remus’s lap.

“Yeah? You wanna give it a go?” The lycanthrope gives your ass an easy pat, and you’re quickly whining at both the action and the prospect of further spanking.

“Didn’t even do anything wrong,” you grouse for the second time tonight, voice sweet and shaky. Remus coos, catching on to your docile headspace. He hooks his hands under your arms, lifting you up from his lap to stand you in front of him. You look up at Sirius, giving him a full view of your pitiful pout and watery eyes, and the male lets out an insincere “aww” that has Remus chuckling and patting your head.

“Maybe another time.”

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could you maybe do a fic where it’s your first time with remus? i just think he’d be so cute <3 if not thats fine!

yes i love this and you!! hope you enjoy

warnings: straight up smut, loss of virginity, afab reader

It’s unusually warm for May in England. The grass outside, unused to such soaring temperatures, has turned yellowish and crunchy. The trees are still and waiting for wind. Remus’ bedroom is almost unbearable.

You’ve already peeled off your scarf, jumper, trousers, shoes, and shirt. You’re lying on his bed, on top of the covers with your limbs sprawled out in every direction- you’re wearing only your vest and underwear. It’s the most you’ve been undressed in front of Remus. He hasn’t really even looked- a fact you’re rather eager to change.

He’s at his desk, somehow still wearing trousers and a t-shirt that you think might belong to one of his absent room-mates. He’s been scribbling something you suspect to be very intelligent and unintelligible all at once, brow furrowed in concentration and hair curling around his ears. You debate whether it’s worth the effort to get up and kiss him, but elect instead to catch his attention and make him journey the exhausting six feet between you.

You clear your throat, and then again when he doesn’t look up.

“Alright, sweetheart?”

You huff, feeling embarrassingly weak at just the sound of his voice. “Yeah.” You say, purposefully making the word as unconvincing as possible. Remus finally turns around. You wait for his eyes to linger on your legs, your hips, the sliver of stomach visible between underwear and vest, but he looks straight at your face. You almost want to pout.

“Are you too warm?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows and look at him. “I forgot the cooling spell.”

The expression he gives you is a little further from sympathetic than you’d like, though you won’t pretend amusement isn’t a good look on him. “And you didn’t want to ask?”

“Forgive me for thinking you���d want me to take my clothes off, Remus.”

He laughs, surprised. Maybe the heat has made you bolder- you’re never usually this forward, mostly shy about stuff like that because you know Remus will dish it back out double, and he actually knows what he’s talking about.

“You hear me asking you to put them back on? Just trying to make you comfortable, lovely.” He grins, and you flop back onto the bed. You hear him cross the floor and the mattress sinks where he lies next to you, forearm falling across your stomach and soft brown eyes meeting yours. “If you’re really uncomfortable, we can go to the library.”

“Can’t.” You say shortly, “Lily’s there and I promised her that we could do our arithmetic homework the next time I came.”

Remus’ breath tickles your cheek as he laughs softly, then kisses a spot along your jaw. “Will she be kept waiting?”

“No, she won’t expect me for a few days.” You follow the movement of a sandy curl as it falls across his forehead, head tilting sideways in his amusement. “I’ve done all my other work, promise.”

“Attagirl.” He murmurs. You shift, feeling distinctly warmer all of a sudden.

“What if we just stayed here?” You suggest openly. “We can listen to a record, or steal Sirius’ weed, or…” You trail off and put your palm against his chest. “Or other stuff.”

“Yeah?” He raises his eyebrows. “Elaborate.”

You flush brilliantly, and press your face into the same spot your hand has just occupied. “Absolutely not.” His chest moves. He’s laughing at you. You sit up, a little indignant and a lot embarrassed. “I can’t talk to you about this if you insist on finding me funny.”

“You’re just sweet, lovely. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed.” Remus says genuinely. “You want to talk about sex, yeah?”

You hide your face again, this time in your hands. “Fuck, Remus, you can’t make it sound all clinical either!”

“I’m not!”

“Can’t we just- do it, and talk later?”

He looks at you for a moment, until you’re squirming nervously. “You want to do it now?”

“I don’t want to sit here and feel awkward, and I did sort of hope seeing me in my underwear would- I dunno, spark something or-“

“Spark something?”

“You can’t laugh.”

“I’m not!” He says, laughing. “You’re just surprising me. I didn’t realise it was something you wanted.”

“Well, it is and I do. So.”

“…Now?”

You pretend that you’re not sighing at the idea and give him a triumphant look. “I knew it’d work!”

“Sweetheart, just because it’s the first time I’ve seen you in your underwear doesn’t mean it’s the first time I’ve thought about sex.”

You raise your eyebrows in a way you hope is cool and aloof. Remus sees right through it immediately, copying the expression until he predictably has you flushing. He breaks your embarrassment with a kiss- sweet at first, then deeper.

His big hand comes around your lower back, warmer than even your own skin and pulling you in towards him. Your back arches- you fit against him, and you feel how hard he is against your stomach before either of you have air enough to exchange a heated look. You aren’t even sure what it means, but it has you surging forward for his mouth again, whining as he gathers your soft waist in greedy hands and flips you so that you’re straddling him.

Now, his hardness is hitting a new area; you pant and let him manipulate your hips back and forwards just fast enough to feel a slight tightening in your cunt. You sit up- he watches you openly as your lips separate in a soundless moan. He’s seen you turned on- Remus knows your sweet breaths, the pull of your eyebrows upwards and together, eyelashes fluttering closed. But none of it has indicated more until now.

You start to move faster, holding your breath, but Remus holds you back, firm fingers slowing your hips. You huff, squirming as the slow-building coil fades even further away.

“That’s a frown I don’t want to see.” He says lightly. Your cheeks are coloured, and he can tell you’re trying very hard not to show how disappointed you are to stop.

“Why don’t you want me to…” You trail off. He reaches up and pushes your hair back from your heated face.

“Did it feel good, lovely?”

You steadily refuse to answer, mortified and eager for more all at once.

“It’s alright. I know, yeah?” You go to slap his chest and he catches your hand. “Hey. Listen for a moment.”

“I’m listening already, Remus.”

“Good.” He lets go and grips your waist again. “It’ll feel better to finish if we do it properly, darling. Can you take those off?”

Your underwear is on the floor in seconds, and your vest follows before Remus even mentions it. You sat in front of him with the blankets bunched up around your hips to preserve what little modesty you can, hands across your chest.

“You’re so pretty.” If Remus didn’t say it so often, you might feel that it had something to do with your state of undress and less to do with the actual notion. But it’s Remus, and when he speaks again he’s telling you he loves you. “Are you alright to keep going, sweetheart?” He asks softly.

In reply, you get up on your knees and kiss him, guiding his hands to the bare skin of your waist. You shiver as they roam your back, fingertips pressing in on your spine as he draws you closer.

Questioningly, his right hand lingers at your hip, thumb drawing small circles over the line of skin leading into the crease between your thigh and body.

“Touch me. Please?” You whisper, feeling ridiculous and desperate all at once. “Remus, please.”

“You’re very impatient, lovely girl.” He says affectionately. His thumb rests on the upper part of your cunt- he presses into an area just above the one you’re craving and lets you buck for yourself, a short sigh leaving your lips when he’s finally on your clit.

From here, Remus doesn’t expect you to do much of the work. He pushes you back on the bed, thumb working up and down your slit as he presses far gentler kisses to your cheeks and neck.

“You’re alright?” He checks as you whimper. At your nod, he speeds up what he was doing, looking very pleased when a high-pitched sound comes from you. You grab at his arms- firm and tanned, his sleeves rolled up- and stare at him with wide eyes as he focuses on what he’s doing between your legs.

You kiss him, legs shaking. You feel yourself getting close to something, a bigger feeling than you’ve ever had at your own hands.

“Remusremusremus!” You babble into the soft skin at his neck, jolting every time his fingers circle your entrance.

“You want me to fill you up, sweetheart?” He asks, as if he’s asking if you’d like him to make you a cup of tea. You ignore the mortification at his lack of panic to match yours- you feel as if you might burst at any moment, on the precipice of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. Remus kisses your cheek.

“Yes!” You gasp. As soon as you’ve said it, his long fingers and curling inside you, thumb still pushing at your clit until finally, with a wail, you come undone.

You can’t decide whether to cry or squeal, body shaking and cunt pulsing around his ever-moving fingers. Finally, the combined pleasure of his thumb and fingers lasts beyond when you’ve finished cumming, and he lets you push his hands away with soft whimpers, thighs locking shut immediately.

“You’re alright, angel. You’re okay.” He smooths your hair back and kisses you. “You did really well.”

“Felt so good, Rem. That’s the best-“ You hide your face in his chest. “That was nice.”

“My shy girl. D’you want to sleep?”

You pull your face back just as abruptly, frown already building between your brows. “What?”

Remus fixes you with a fond look. “You seem exhausted, dove.”

“I’m not!” You clamber to your knees and cross your arms. “I want- you.”

“I know.” He replies easily, kindly. You want to kiss that smug little half-smile off his face as soon as it appears. “But we can’t go too fast.”

“We won’t! You’ve- we’ve already-“ You blush. “I want to be with you. Properly.”

He considers your expression for a moment, and you fix it into the most appealing one you can think of.

He laughs. “You’re so sweet, dove. How could I say no to you?”

You sit back and shrug. “I dunno.”

The aftereffects of your orgasm are starting to fade, blurring into fresh excitement as Remus peels off his shirt. You watch him with thinly-veiled hunger.

“You’ll make me self-conscious.” He jokes lightly, then sobers. “You need to feel sure, sweets, we can wait a bit longer.”

“I’m sure, I’m sure.” You insist. He raises his left eyebrow slightly. “I am!”

“That doesn’t mean we won’t take it slow.”

“Yes, alright.”

Tutting affectionately, Remus finishes getting his trousers off and gets ahold of your waist, his mouth finding a particular spot near the top of your neck that makes you instantly pliant in his hands. You lean into him, feeling a distinct hardness at your belly which Remus hisses at upon contact. You lean in again, tempted to look down between you but no so much that you’d deny Remus his spot on your neck. You sigh.

Abruptly, he pulls away and you find yourself horizontal once more.

He lifts your hips easily and slides a pillow underneath, making you giggle a bit before he kisses you again.

“Ready?” He asks. You nod, and he spreads you open with his fingers. The cool air makes you shiver, goosebumps raised on your naked skin. “Tell me if it hurts, sweetheart.”

You blink up at him, and feel his length prodding at your entrance. His fingers are there, and you make a short sound of surprise as you feel a warm wetness spreading. At your look, Remus explains, “Lubrication charm. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You huff. “I won’t.”

“Now you won’t.” He chides. “D’you want me to go in dry?”

“It’s hardly dry.” You argue, bucking your hips slightly. “Can you- mm!” Your whining turns to a loud sound as Remus pushes the tip of himself into you.

“There we are.” He says, resting on his forearms to take some weight off your body. Your eyes tear up- the stretch stings, even with his careful attention. “Hey, look at me, bun.” He cups your face in his hands as you struggle not to start crying, though that’s more from the shock than anything else. “Is it too much?”

“No!” You shake your head feverishly, clutching his biceps. “No, I just need-“ You cut yourself off to catch your breath.

Rem breathes with you, slow and steady. “That’s it, attagirl.”

“It hurts.” You explain. “Can you move slowly?”

“You want me to move?” He sounds incredulous. You nod. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, yeah?”

“Yeah, Rem.”

He does go slowly- achingly so, until you’re practically pushing yourself down on him. The fullness inside you and Remus’ body covering yours- the weight of him on you, knowing he’s as turned on as you are, has your gasps of pain turning to pleasure. When he notices, he rocks in to his hilt, and Remus’ expression is amused at the sound you make. It doesn’t take long after that for him to begin thrusting more sharply, which is a stunning feeling. You wrap your legs around his back and leave marks on the skin there with your nails,.

“I’m going to cum again, Remus, please!” You cry out, moments before your second orgasm hits you. Another follows soon afterwards, and Remus continues fucking you, even as your body spasms. You don’t ask him to stop- when you whine, he kisses you to settle you, which always has the desired effect.

Slowly, his thrusts grow more ragged, losing their rhythm. Remus’ jaw tightens.

“Gonna fill you right up, sweetheart. That ok?”

You bite your lip, feeling his hand slip between your bodies for the millionth time and pinch at your clit, pulling and rubbing the sensitive little nub. You squeal and moan, legs kicking out as yet another orgasm builds quickly.

As it hits you, Remus makes a deep sound and you feel warmth spread between your hips as he cums. He continues to fuck you until you’re entirely unable to form words, whimpering loudly as he pulls out.

“Are you okay?”

You nuzzle into his chest, whining softly when he pulls away to grab a towel on his nightstand. “What’re you doing?”

“Answer my question first, lovely.”

“Yes, I’m good.” You say obediently, jerking a bit as the rough texture of the towel touches your clit. “M’too sensitive, Rem!”

“Sorry, baby, I’m sorry. I have to clean you up, and the spells are too harsh for right here. Can you relax?”

Mumbling something non-committal, you do, and you’re especially grateful for the cuddles you receive when Remus is done.

“I love you.” He says. You agree with great enthusiasm

[bunnyscraft]

can we pls get overstimulation with remus like charming a vibe to stay in the reader or something just to keep her in subspace

yep, thanks for the req! much love anon :)

remus lupin x fem!reader

warnings: overstimulation, vibrator, d/s dynamics, all consensual with safeword in place

You glared at Remus’ back as he went to retrieve your jumper, hands crossed over your chest and legs kicking.

He turned to face you, and sighed with little of the humour your attitude had initially been received with. “That’s enough, bun. It’s just a jumper.”

“I’m not cold.” You insisted for the fifth or sixth time. He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, because there’s a heating spell keepin’ the dorm warm. If you want to go outside, you need to wear something warmer than a shirt.”

“Bullshit.”

“Hey.” He frowned, jaw clenching momentarily. “C’mon. None of that, please.”

“You swear all the time!” “I swear when it’s appropriate, not when someone is kindly trying to keep me warm in the middle of winter.” He chided, throwing the woollen jumper over his shoulder and grabbing both your hands. “Up. Up.” 

You resisted as much as you could, perpetually unamused by his efforts to coax you from your bratty mood, but Remus was stronger and his frustration won over yours in the end. He slid the jumper down your arms until it was bunched around your head, kissing the line between your eyebrows. You wrinkled your nose and pulled back, lip jutting out in a pout.

“I don’t want to go to class.”

Remus considered you for a short moment, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. “You gonna act like this all day, sweetheart?”

“Like what? You’re the one being a dick.” 

He laughed humourlessly, yanking the jumper down the rest of the way and pushing you down onto the bed. “That’s a yes, then. Stay there.”

You were nothing if not consistent in your mood, immediately attempting to disobey him and stabnd up again. He’d evidently anticipated this, grabbing your bicep and landing three firm slaps to your sit-spots. 

“Ow!” You whined, though you knew he could give you far worse. 

“You think that was tough?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Sit down.” He released you to sit on the edge of the bed again, keeping you pinned down with one knee while he reached over and opened the drawer of his bedside table. He pulled something out and flipped up your skirt before you could properly react, deft fingers dragging your panties none-too-gently down your thighs and pushing your legs apart. 

“What are you doing?” You squealed, squirming uselessly under him. 

“This attitude? It stops here.” He said sternly, then held up a tiny black object you recognised with little joy. “I’m gonna pop this in your cunt for the day, and then we’ll see how much of a brat you decide to be.”

You glared at him sullenly. “It won’t change anything.”

“D’you want to bet on that, dove?” He said lowly, thumbing at your clit and smirking at your whimper. “Give it five minutes and you’ll be as obedient as ever.”

“Fuck you- mm!” You bit your lip as he pinched your clit cruelly, other fingers preparing your tiny hole for the vibrator. You tried to ignore the beginnings of wetness that were pooling between your thighs, but Remus noticed with a patronizing chuckle.

“Don’t get too excited, now.” He reminded you, squirting a little lube on the vibrator and pushing it between your folds. You stared at the canopy above you as he tapped the base with his wand, muttering something quietly and pulling your panties up. “There we go.” He patted your pussy gently, helping you to your feet and grabbing your book-bag. “That should keep you subby for me.”

Your retort was lost suddenly, as a burst of vibrations bloomed between your legs and your knees practically buckled with the sensation. You grabbed Remus’ bicep, eyes wide when it didn’t stop. “Remmy, I can’t go outside like thi-is.” Your voice wavered embarrassingly on the last word, eyes already slightly glassy.

“Should’ve thought of that before you decided to be all bratty, hm?” He said unsympathetically. “It’ll have to stay in there until the end of the day- don’t give me that look, I don’t care how many times you cum. I’ll probably give you a few more at the end of the day for good measure.” 

You moaned pitifully, and as if with his mind Remus turned the vibrations down a little, enough for your to stand up straight but not enough to ignore the beginnings of pressure in your lower stomach. The quickness with which Remus could get you wet (and subsequently cumming) was borderline humiliating. “I didn’t mean to be a brat.”

“Let’s not lie, bunny, or I’ll leave it inside for tomorrow as well. This has been a long time coming- even James mentioned how bratty you were being on Saturday.”

“Jus’ wanted to go back to Hogsmeade.” You said softly, thighs pressed firmly together. 

Remus was devoid of regret or pity, shrugging and slinging his arm over your shoulders. “I heard it when you said it the first fifty times, pet. Doesn’t change the outcome.” Quick as a dart, his hand snuck down your back and between your thighs, pressing into the base of the vibe and playing with your clit. You just about yelped, startled and turned on all at once.

As the two of you made your way to your first lesson, Remus hummed his approval at the growing glassiness in your eyes, snarky and rude comments becoming fewer and further between. He had fun turning the vibe up little by little, so that even you didn’t notice the change until your orgasm had nearly built to its peak. You looked at him tearfully, gripping the edge of your desk like your life depended on it and pressing your lips together to save yourself from whimpering. 

He approached you, feeling the tiniest bit guilty that it had taken only fifteen minutes to get you to this point. “You’re okay, pretty girl. Breathe through it.” 

“But-”

“You’re gonna cum. I know, sweetheart.” He stroked your hair, kissing your temple as your entire body began to tremble with the force of resisting your imminent orgasm. “Let it go- it’ll only get harder if you try to hold back.”

Your words were practically a wheeze, first tears dribbling down your cheeks. “Don’t wanna.”

“Dove.” He said gently, hand resting on your lower belly and lips right by your ear. “I’m not letting up after this. You’re gonna cum now, and you’re gonna keep cumming until I decide you’ve had enough, yeah? It isn’t up to you.” 

You scrabbled for his hand, eyebrows drawn together. “Please, m’gonna-”

As your orgasm broke, Remus cast a silent muffliato and pulled you between him and the wall, so that the utmost pleasure of your orgasm (and your reaction) didn’t draw too much attention. His shoulders and back were brioad enough to contain you as you sobbed, knees knocking together and eyes pulled shut. 

“Turn it off.” You begged, “I’m sorry for being bratty. It’s- I’m really sensitive, Rem.”

“That’s how I want it to feel, pet.” He said, slightly amused. “Your pussy’s meant to be feelin’ overstimulated, that’s the whole point.”

“Just for a second, please.” 

“M-mm.” He shook his head, but did turn it down a little. 

You suddenly became very aware of the other students in the classroom, though none were looking in your direction. Your face went even redder than it was, eyes filling with tears of humiliation. Remus shushed you tenderly, wiping the tears away.

“Hey, bunny, it’s okay. Nobody saw or heard.” 

“You sure?” Your words were a little slurred, stomach still tight with the insistent vibrations. You’d taken up to four orgasms at once, before Remus had given you a break, but you knew your attitude had been bad for quite some time. He didn’t seem to merciful this time. 

“‘Course I am. This punishment isn’t about embarrassing you.”

“Okay.” You didn’t quite have the brainpower to argue with that, leaning against Remus’ chest and wrapping your arms around him. After a few moments in that position, you started dancing from foot to foot, muffling a whine in the fabric of his jumper. “I don’t want to cum again, Remmy.”

“I don’t care, sweetheart.” Remus’ tone contrasted his words massively, all sweet concern and kindness. “But we’re going to sit at the back of the room, so you can make a mess all over your seat.” Even despite your unwillingness to orgasm again, his words made you even hornier, eyes half-closed with lust. 

Remus sat you up the back of the room, chuckling as you rolled your hips down on the seat. “If you’re looking to avoid humiliation, bunny, I’d stop that. The smell is coming off you in waves already.”

You pouted, pressing a fist between your thighs and the other attempting to cover it. It was barely minutes before you were cumming once again, eyes snapping open with the intensity of it and curling your toes within your school-shoes. Remus took some pleasure in turning the vibrator up while you came, extending your orgasm and making you kick your legs out desperately before he turned it down to its lowest point. 

“That’s enough for now, good girl.” He said quietly, squeezing the dough of your thigh in one hand and letting you lean against him for support. You were far enough into supspace that all you offered was a weak moan, and Remus was almost completely sure that there was a small damp spot on your chair now. 

The low setting of the vibrator allowed little relief, with how sensitive you were, and although you made it all the way to the other side of the school without faltering (very much), it hadn’t been five minutes before you came twice more in Charms. Once you’d regained some ability to speak, you excused yourself to the prefect’s bathroom, stumbling into a stall and casting a silencing spell before you let yourself cry aloud.

Remus wasn’t far behind, locking the door behind him and taking your trembling form into his arms. “Only two more classes, yeah? I’ll keep it on low, since I’m not there with you, and you won’t need to cum again until you’re back at the dorm.”

Lost in the pleasure, you nodded and sat in his lap for a while as you trembled and bucked your hips unintentionally. In a way, Remus enjoyed your little whines and whimpers of protest whenever he turned the vibe up, and he took some pleasure in the innocence of your gasps when he decided to make you cum one more time before your last lessons. Your eyes unfocused, you gripped at his shirt and jumper with your legs stretched straight out, pressed together with your toes curled.

“But- you said-”

“Just one more, baby, then I’ll turn it back down.”

Your squeals grew in volume and pitch as he turned it up again, unable to form words with the unbelievable build of pleasure in your messy pussy. You writhed on his lap, supported by his strong arms until, with a short shriek, you came and dissolved into a puddle of moans and quiet sobs. 

He cupped your pussy, smirking slightly when you jumped at the minimal pressure. “So wet, baby. You enjoying this?”

“No, no, take it out…” You shook your head feverishly, the aftershocks of your orgasm sparking up and down your body. 

He kissed you sweetly. “Not yet. Later, alright? Just get through these next classes.”

You sniffled, burrowing into his arms for the remaining twenty minutes of class, the pressure subsiding somewhat without ever completely easing. You were so sensitive that even the fabric of your panties made you jolt, which Remus laughed at before he sent you off with a pat on the bum. 

The last two classes of the day weren’t easy. You came more, though you had no idea how many times, and spent most of the lessons surrounded by silencing spells and one of the ‘unnoticeable’ charms Remus had taught you- it made it more difficult for people to focus on you, their eyes passing over your shaking form like you weren’t there at all. 

By the time you were stumbling up to the dorm, you couldn;t speak properly, so it was lucky that Remus was waiting on a nearby staircase to hoist you into his arms and deliver the password to the Gryffindor common-room. If you drew unwanted looks from other people, you didn’t notice, too focused on the remnants of your most recvent orgasm pulsing achingly through your body. 

The soft relief of his bed did little to console you, pleasured hiccups leaving your throat and legs already apread wide open to allow for the vibrator to be removed. 

“Please, please, Remmy. Hurts.”

“I know, my girl, you’ve been so good. Merlin, look at those panties.” He traced the lining of the garment experimentally, tutting. “Almost transparent, they’re so wet.” 

With a lewd gasp of painful pleasure, he pulled the fabric out and let it snap against your pussy. You arched your back, groaning in a mixture of ecstasy and relief as he tapped the base of the vibrator with his wand and it practically slipped out of its own accord with how wet you were. 

“Thank you, thank you.” You panted, rolling onto your side. The throbbing pleasure faded, returning you to an almost-normal state and allowing you to spot Remus’ dangerous expression. 

“Such a good girl, sweetheart. I reckon one more should do the trick.” He said pensively.

“What?” Your mouth fell open. “No, Remmy, I can’t!”

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows dangerously. “That messy little pussy looks pretty ready to cum again, to me. I think I’m gonna give it one more.” The crude nature of his words made your face colour even further, so different from his usual composed language.

You try to squirm away, whining your protests. “No, no! Don’t want t’cum again!” You started squirming as he flexed his fingers inside you again, all your juices streaming out and betraying your building orgasm. You sobbed, kicking your legs as he thumbed your swollen, sensitive little clit and Remus held you down with a large hand splayed across your belly. 

“Hold still, bunny, it’s for your own good.” He said gently, spreading your puffy pussy lips so that he could carefully thumb back the hood of your clit. Your abs spasmed, hips bucking and legs kicking as much as they could.

“So close, such a good girl.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard, sweetheart- that’s what happens when you mouth off, isn’t it? I rub your clit ‘til you just can’t take it anymore.” His voice was teasing, largely unsympathetic. He thumbed into your clit harder, and your orgasm began to break. With a soft chuckle, Remus pinched your bare clit, rubbing it roughly between his thumb and forefinger until you were shouting with the intensity of your orgasm. 

When you collapsed, you were still crying, legs trembling and pussy aching. “No more.” You stammered, hiccuping. Remus tucked your hair behind your ear, pulling your panties off the rets of the way.

“No more, that’s right. You’ve done such a good job, my pretty girl.”

“Al-almost used the safeword.” You admitted, searching for comfort in his side as he lay down next to you.

“You know you can, if you need to. I’ll stop right away.”

“Yeah, I dunno… kinda felt like I deserved it, a little.”

“M-hm.” He pushed your hair back from your perspiring face affectionately. “And you liked it, a little?”

You paused, partially to get your breath back and partially to think. “It hurt at some parts, that was tricky.” 

“I bet it was.” He agreed. “If it’s ever hurting too much, you’re allowed to tell me.”

“I know. I’m okay.”

“Brave girl.” He helped you to peel the rest of your clothes off, climbing under the blankets with tired limbs. You lay in silence for a moment until he felt you tense up. ‘What’s wrong?”

“Do I have to do it again tomorrow?”

He chuckled, feeling you relax when he shook his head. “No, sweetheart, you’re all done. No more punishments for the moment, you took that one so well.” 

You sighed contentedly, resting your head on his chest. “Okay. Love you. Sorry about the attitude.”

“I love you too. It’s forgiven.” He assured you, watching as your breathing grew more even and you fell asleep.

[bunnyscraft]

Oh what about a smut request Mafia steve rogers and his assassin wife, reader

thank you for sending this, I hope you like it

summary - an argument between husband and wife occurs, do they resolve the issue?

warning - fighting, swearing, smut, oral, slight angst.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“What the fuck?!” Steve screams at me as I throw a knife at his head, “yeah, what the fuck is right, you fucking asshole!” He dodges the next blade that comes flying towards his head, trying to get to me. “YOU DECIDE TO FLIRT WITH SOME SLUT ON OUR FUCKING DATE! REALLY STEVE?!” I grab a vase, hurtling it towards him, not wanting him close to me at all.

Frustrated, Steve growls. “I wasn’t fucking flirting with her, you paranoid bitch. She was flirting with me” He comes, blocking hits thrown by me, “at this very moment, she’s being killed and dumped in the fucking lake.” He grabs me by my throat and pushes me against the wall. “Then why were you staring at her ass, huh? What you bored of me already?” He groans, tightening his grip, causing wetness to pool in between my legs.

“I wasn’t staring at her ass, Jesus fuck. Did you not see Bucky? I was signalling him to dispose of her. And also, how the fuck would I get bored of you? Huh, sweetness? You have too many fucking personalities for me to get bored in the first fucking place. I never know which is going to come out and play. Apparently, the jealous one decided to make an appearance.” Steve glares down at me, his anger turning me on to no end. I want him so bad.

“Huh, I guess I’ll have to show my little sweetness that I’m all hers. Go over to the table and lie down.” He demands, heading over to the table. I lie on top of it. Steve walks towards me once he reaches where I lie. He lifts my dress over my hips before spreading my legs, smiling when he sees I listened to his no underwear rule. I mean, we are married, of course. I know the rules by now.

He kneels, his face directly in line with my cunt, licking his lips. “Look how wet you are, sweetness. This all for me?” I whine, nodding rapidly, grabbing onto his hair, trying to pull him closer to where I need. Steve glares at me from below. Before moving close, he starts to lick my pussy, his tongue finding my clit, swirling it around my little button before he starts to suck on it. My back arching as he does this, ultimate pleasure shooting through me, my hand in his hair and tightening my hold, pulling him closer.

Screams and moans fall from my lips as Steve eats me out, his mouth and tongue moving against my cunt as if it’s his last meal. He starts to fuck me with his tongue, eyes rolling to the back of my head as my husband hits the right spots inside me. His blue eyes watch me as I whither and moan, trying to hold onto something, whining for him to stop and begging for more. He wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me flush against his face. His mouth moved ravishingly, devouring me.

“Oh- oh fuck, Steve! Oh fuck, please, fuck! I’m cumming, ah.” My back lifts off the table, Steve not stopping, not even when my end has reached, and my juices squirt all over him. He drinks it in every last drop before kissing my clit and standing. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, understand?” My eyes start to droop as I nod my head.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[bunnyscraft]

Cute witchy dividers for you! Reblogs are very appreciated when you safe/use!

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Ari being such a big bully to the cutest, sweetest reader and totally getting off on her blush and her tears.

literally. squeezing your warm cheeks together to make you pout even more, teasing you bc you can’t seem to say any coherent sentences around him. “Why don’t you take a breath and try again, princess, and I’ll try to understand, yeah?” closely watching those tears stream down your face, “Aw, you crying, baby? Giving me those pretty waterworks and that pout? You know what that does to me.”

[bunnyscraft]

I fucking. Love. Hairy men. Chest hair. Leg hair. Beard hair. HAPPY TRAILS.

[bunnyscraft]

𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 (ma chérie)

valentine's day masterlist

summary - you and your bear of a boyfriend go out and gather honey.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

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You hopped excitedly, and your ears flopped in front of your face as you stared up at your large boyfriend. “We can go out?!” A smile breaks out on Henry’s face at your excitement, nodding in response to your question. You squeal and bounce onto him, wrapping your tiny legs around his body and covering his face in kisses. His giant hands quickly wrap around your thighs, holding you in place. “What do you have planned, Baby?” 

Henry leans forward and kisses your little nose softly, smiling at the giggle you let out. “You’ll just have to wait and see, Honey. Don’t want to be an impatient little bunny, do you?” You shake your head before nestling your face into his neck, feeling safe surrounded by his warmth as he carries you outside and begins to head into the woods. You nearly fall asleep with each step he takes, his woodsy scent calming you. You feel his actions beginning to slow before he comes to a complete stop. His hand comes up and strokes your hair to your cheek, looking down at you with a soft smile. “We’re here, Honey.”

You squint, blinking away the dots that crowd your vision before looking around. A giant grin breaks out on your face as you notice the pretty flowers and the beehive, and your head snaps back to Henry. “We’re gonna collect honey?!” He nods, smiling as he lets you down onto the ground, watching you run over to everything. Your tiny hands touched the petals before cautiously moving over to the beehive, faintly hearing the buzzing of bees. You spin, looking at Henry with wide eyes. “There are bees in there!” He chuckles, nodding as he walks over, squeezing your cute fluffy little tail. A squeak escapes you from his actions.

“Yes, Bunny. There are bees in there, and we gotta be extra careful when getting our honey.” You nod, gnawing on your lip as your brows furrow. Henry walks over to a small cabinet that he nailed to a tree, opens the doors and grabs a small jar out of it. He walks back over and hands you the pot. You anxiously stand there and wait as Henry gets to work, gathering the delicious honey and scooping it into the jar. “You get to make that honey cake you’ve been talking about, Bunny. Are you excited?” 

You grin, nodding your head. “So excited! I can’t wait for you to taste it. Be careful!” He focuses on the small bee that lands on his arm, raising a brow. The bee flies off, and Henry continues to gather as much honey as he can before stopping and giving you a small smile.

“Think you have enough, Bunny?” You nod and begin to climb your giant boyfriend again. You wrap your legs around and nuzzle into him as you tightly grip the jar. He holds you tightly and heads toward the cabin, rubbing your back occasionally. The two of you make it back to the cabin safely. Henry sets you down on the ground and watches you hurry into the kitchen to begin making the cake you’ve been wanting to bake. He follows behind with a dreamy look in his eyes, taking a seat and happily watching you put all of the ingredients together. 

That night you and Henry sat in front of the fireplace, snuggled into one another as you devoured the honey cake. 

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[bunnyscraft]

no because being in a heated argument with Ari but you immediately slap him when he crosses a line with you… whilst you silently panic cause you’re not one to ever hit anyone, Ari ofc finds it extremely sexy when you’re angry like this and the sexual tension is just thru the roooooffff… so ultimately you guys have really rough passionate sex where you’re equally tryna dominate each other anddd so on :))

Let's discuss this thot.

Ari has a pain kink, the second your hand grazed his face all the blood rushed right to his cock. He could see the flare of panic in your eyes and it made him even harder. You always look pretty when you're crying for him.

And Ari is a big man so he's going to easily dominate you but he holds back because he loves it when you try to take control. But he always shows you who's in charge by fucking you so throughly that your eyes roll back and you end up screaming his name like a sinful prayer

[bunnyscraft]

A Touch Too Far

Summary: Alpha Steve has had enough of his two omegas playing games with him. Now he’s going to show them who’s really in charge. AKA you learn why its a bad idea to listen to omega Bucky. 

Pairing: Alpha Steve x Omega Reader x Omega Bucky

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Omegaverse dynamics, mean/dom Steve, smut, 18+, edging, overstimulation, bratty omega Bucky. Subby 6'5" Bucky. Steve’s taller 👀.

a/n: Sinday drabble #2

Steve is always eager to come home after a long day of work. While you each have jobs, you’re an upcoming writer and Bucky teaches self-defense to omegas and betas, Steve is the main provider for the household but it’s the two of you that make it a home.

You turned his brownstone into the epitome of warmth and comfort, your nests in the living room and bedroom, something always cooking in the kitchen, music playing throughout the first floor, it’s always a little messy and chaotic and he loves every aspect of it. 

Providing for you two makes the long, tedious hours worth it. it’s not usual for either you or Bucky waiting for him while the other one gets dinner ready. Although last week he had to ban Bucky from answering the door since he doesn’t like to wear clothes inside the house and Steve was tired of him flashing the neighbors. He’s still dealing with the fallout from that, it’s amazing how pouty a 6’5” omega can be.

Steve knew it was getting closer to your upcoming heats but he had one final merger that required his presence and so he reluctantly left the two of you alone in your nest. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy on you but he promised he would hurry home. And he pointed out when you both begged him to stay that unlike other omegas at least you had each other. He knows you can use each other to take the edge off until he’s finished work. So neither of you are suffering without him.

But you brats made him suffer all fucking day.

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[bunnyscraft]

dangerous game

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: Following Bucky’s orders was never your strong suit. But when you sneak out when there’s a threat, you learn that sometimes it’s best to listen.

Warnings: pet names [princess], a smidge of angst, a bit of fluff, smut; mention of non-con (not by Bucky), unprotected sex, allusion to oral (f recieving). THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Author's note: because I can’t seem to focus on one thing at once I finally got around to finishing this. This was born from the gif because damn he looks so good. (word count: 1.9k)

"You're playing a dangerous game, princess," Bucky growls into the phone. 

"Yeah? Well it's a shame you're going to lose then isn't it?" You counter, rolling your eyes at your friend who can’t stop giggling. 

You know it isn’t the smartest of ideas sneaking out when Bucky has specifically told you to stay in tonight but at this point, you were finding it hard to care. Being cooped up for the past week was driving you crazy. You’d grown up with empty threats your whole life thanks to your father, the majority of your childhood and teenage years were sheltered and you’d be damned if you let your twenties go the same way.

“Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you and we can put this behind us,” Bucky grits through his teeth.

You can picture him right now, jaw clenching deliciously as he tries his best to stay calm. Riling him up is your favourite game to play.

You wink at your friend before giving Bucky your final words, “eat me, Barnes.”

You end the call, throwing your phone back into your purse before linking arms with your friend and heading inside the crowded club. 

After a couple of drinks any underlying guilt you felt at sneaking out had dissipated. You let the beat of the music take over as you danced with your friend, easily catching the eyes of some men across the room. You grind playfully back into your friend, throwing a wink at the cute guy who couldn’t take his eyes of you, only breaking eye contact to turn to your friend.

“I’m going to head to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” you shout over the music before heading off the dancefloor. 

You were so used to having a bodyguard with you, you hadn’t even thought to keep aware of your surroundings. It isn’t until you’re dragged into a dimly lit storage room that you realise the position you’ve put yourself in. 

“You’re a hard little thing to get alone,” a voice growls in your ear, your front pressed harshly against the wall, your hands in a tight grip behind your back.

“Get off of me,” you shout, struggling in the man's grip.

The chuckle he lets out has your stomach churning in fear, “you’re a feisty little one, I like that.”

Your panic only grows as you feel him press into you harder, feeling his erection against your ass, it only has you struggling more. 

He whips you around so quickly it has your head spinning, one hand grips your wrists, pinning them above your head as the other takes a tight hold of your jaw. 

The smell of cigarettes on his breath has you gagging as he speaks, “now, my boss doesn’t care what state I deliver you in, as long as you’re alive, so I'd suggest you behave.”

Your eyes widen as you stop struggling to get out of his hold.

“Not as stupid as you look are you,” he snarls, “you’re a pretty little thing though, might just have to have some fun anyway.”

Fear surges throughout your body. You know you can’t overpower him but you refuse to just accept what’s about to happen. 

In a last effort of defiance you spit in his face, “fuck you!”

The smirk that stretches his chapped lips is nothing short of evil, “oh I plan to.”

You scrunch your eyes shut as he leans in, the feel of his tongue against your cheek has a broken sob escaping you. But, as soon as you feel him pressed against you he’s gone.

Without his body to keep you upright you slide down the wall to the floor, hugging your knees tightly as you keep your eyes tightly closed. 

You can hear commotion until it all goes quiet. Yet you’re too shaken to open your eyes. 

“Princess, it’s okay.”

At the sound of Bucky’s voice your eyes shoot open. The man that had grabbed you is laid unconscious in a heap by the opposite wall and Bucky is crouched in front of you, his eyes wildly scanning over you. 

Without a second thought you fling yourself into his arms, your tears finally escaping as your body shakes with the force of your cries. 

“Shh, you’re okay, I’ve got you. You’re okay,” you hear Bucky’s voice whisper to you softly, his hand soothing up and down your back. You grip onto him tighter, the leather of his jacket scrunching in your fists as he lifts you gently and carries you from the room.

By the time he has you in the back of the car your crying has stopped and a quietness settles over you both. Without looking you know his eyes are constantly flicking to look at you in the rear view mirror. 

It’s not until he’s gotten you home and into your room that you finally speak.

“I’m sorry.”

You can tell he wasn’t expecting that, his eyes widening slightly as he sighs, running his hand down his face.

“This shit is exactly why I need you to listen to me,” he says slowly, you’re not sure if it’s to keep from scaring you or to keep his anger in check. 

“I know,” you whisper.

“I’m not trying to clip your wings here, princess,” he sighs, sitting next to you on your bed, “but when I say there’s a threat, it means there’s a threat.”

“You don’t have to pretend to care about me, I know it’s your job you care about,” you snap. Your shock and fear slowly morphing into anger and embarrassment at the situation. 

His breathy chuckle surprises you almost as much as his next words, “you clearly haven’t been paying attention, princess,” he murmurs, cupping your cheeks in his large hands as he guides you to look at him.

You’re so used to seeing Bucky with a frown on his face - let’s face it, you don’t make his life easy - that the softness he’s levelling you with now is hard to digest. 

“You’ve got me all wrong if you think I don't care about you.”

Your eyes widen at his admission, your heart pounding in your chest for a whole new reason. You can’t help as your eyes flick from his eyes to his lips, your tongue dampening your own in the process. Bucky’s eyes watch the movement and his eyes seem to darken. 

The two of you move almost in sync as your lips press together. He holds you with such a delicate touch, as if afraid you’ll break, and as much as you appreciate it, it’s not what you need right now. 

You make the move to straddle his thighs, your hands tangling in his hair as you press your lips harder against him - hoping he’d get what you need. Yet, his hands rest gently on your hips. 

Pulling back breathlessly you rest your forehead against his, “please make me forget, Bucky.”

He pulls back from you slightly, tucking your hair behind your ear, “princess, are you sure about this?”

You nod meekly, “I don’t want to feel his touch on me.”

Those are all the words Bucky needs to hear before he’s flipping you onto your back swiftly. His lips descending on yours in a passionate kiss as he slots himself between your thighs. The short dress you’re wearing settles around your hips but you don’t have it in you to feel shy as his lips scorch a path down your throat. 

“Fuck, princess, thought about this moment for so long,” he grunts, his fingers trailing up your bare thigh before pressing down on the front of your silk panties.

Your back arches at the contact as you tug on his hair to pull his lips back to yours. 

Bucky rubs you over your panties, swallowing the small whimpers coming from you.

“Please Bucky, need you,” you sob.

“Yeah, want my fingers, princess?” he teases, pulling your soaked panties to the side and groaning at how wet you are.

“Want your cock,” you plead, too wound up to feel embarrassed by how needy you sound, “please fuck me.”

You clench around nothing at the growl he lets out as he sits up quickly. He shrugs his leather jacket off, the black t-shirt underneath clinging to his muscular form. You watch as he undoes his belt, not even bothering to take it off before he’s pushing his jeans down just enough to release his hard cock. 

He smirks at the whimper you let out at the sight of him as he leans back over you, resting his weight on his metal arm as he grabs his cock. Your body jolts slightly as he taps the head on your sensitive clit.

“You ready, princess?” he whispers against your lips.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling his full weight onto you as you kiss him again, only parting from his lips when you feel him start to push into you. 

The stretch is delicious and you can’t stop the groan that falls from your lips as he slowly pushes into you fully. 

“So fucking tight,” he grunts above you, his breath fanning your neck, sending shivers down your spine. 

The low growl he lets out as he starts pulling back goes straight to your core as you clench around him. You’ve never felt so full, so complete, so safe. 

He pushes back in with a harsh thrust that has your back arching. The pace he sets is rough and fast - just what you need. 

You grip onto his shoulders, holding on as he pushes your body to pleasure you’ve only ever dreamed of. 

“Fuck, yes, right there,” you chant as he hits your spot with each thrust. 

“You like that, princess?” he grunts, his flesh hand wrapping gently around your throat - not enough to restrict your breathing but enough to send your heart soaring. “Gonna have to keep you stuffed with my cock to stop you running off.”

You whimper against his lips, “won’t do it again, I promise.”

“I know you won’t. Can’t lose you, princess.”

He kisses you with a ferocity that has you mind spinning. Your grip on him tightening as you come closer to your end. 

“Shit, Bucky, gonna cum,” you pant.

When his metal digits reach your clit it sets your whole body ablaze. You clench around him like a vice, causing his hips to stutter as he cums with a groan. 

The two of you lay there for a moment. Bucky’s face is tucked in your neck and you can feel his panting breath against your sweat slicked skin. 

“I mean it, you can’t do that again,” Bucky whispers after some time. The vulnerability in his voice has guilt stirring in the pit of your stomach.

You give his hair a gentle tug, hinting at him to look at you. When he does you rest your palm against his cheek, smiling at the way he leans into your touch.

“I promise, I’ll listen. It won’t happen again.”

Seemingly satisfied with your answer he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss before he sits up between your legs with a smirk, pulling his softening cock from your aching hole. 

“Well, now that you’re taken care of, I have a request to fulfil.”

You watch as he grips your panties, pulling them down your legs before spreading your thighs further, keeping them open with his shoulders.

“Buck, what are you doing?” you ask hesitantly.

He looks at you with a glint in his eye, “I seem to remember you saying ‘eat me, Barnes’.”

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can't lose you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: You and Bucky have never got along, after a rough mission when a mistake on your part gets someone hurt, Bucky can’t hold back.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, pet names (sweetheart), smut; unprotected sex. This blog is 18+ only. MINORS DNI.

Author's note: this has been sitting half finished for months and something gave me the urge to finish it today so here we are (word count: 2k)

You’ve been pacing around your bedroom for what feels like hours. You hadn’t meant for anyone to get hurt. Hell, everyone should have already been out of the building! But you hadn’t bet on Sam turning around when you didn’t make the checkpoint. You should have known he would have come looking for you. That’s just the kind of guy Sam was, fiercely loyal and never one to leave a man behind. 

The sound of Sam’s body hitting the floor played in your mind. Over and over again. The mission had been tough. You, Sam and Bucky were sent to save hostages from a Hydra base. You were tasked with clearing the rooms as Sam and Bucky assisted people to safety.

Your instructions from Sam were simple: once all the rooms had been checked, wait at the west entrance where Bucky would be waiting. 

Simple enough, but what you hadn’t expected was to hear a child crying whilst you were on the way out. You knew you had checked every room but you couldn’t live with yourself if you had missed someone, especially a child. So, you went back, explaining what was happening into your comms without realising they weren’t working and following the sound only to realise too late that it was a set-up. 

You were knocked to the ground before the fighting ensued. Always being one to hold your own in a fight, it wasn’t too much of a challenge against one person. You just hadn’t counted on your comms not working which led to Sam looking for you - regardless of Bucky’s protests.

To say you and Bucky had a turbulent relationship would be putting it lightly. From the moment the two of you met you were constantly butting heads. He didn’t trust you or your judgement, he thought you were reckless and inexperienced and he didn’t appreciate how you usually proved him wrong. For as stubborn as Bucky was, you were just as stubborn. 

But Sam, he trusted your judgement and he trusted your ability. So when you didn’t make it back to the checkpoint he knew there was a reason. 

One bad guy you could handle, but four? That was when things became difficult and that’s how Sam ended up getting shot. If it wasn’t for Bucky reluctantly trailing behind him and taking out all four men, you and Sam would most likely be dead. 

You sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed and dropping your head into your hands. You don’t know what you would do if Sam didn’t make it. The guilt slowly starts to eat away at you as you hold back your sobs. 

Your head shoots up at the sound of heavy footsteps in the hall before your door is slamming open and an enraged Bucky is storming into your room, still in his tactical gear.

“We have two rules on this team: never turn your comms off and always check-in. What the fuck happened out there?!” he yells, coming to stand in front of you. He stares down at you with a cold hard gaze.

“Is he okay?” you whisper.

“He’ll be fine, no thanks to you. The bullet missed anything major so he’ll make a full recovery. Seriously, what the fuck were you doing? Do you just enjoy not following the rules?”

"As I told you on the jet, the comms weren't working!" You spat, anger slowly taking over your guilt. 

"Yet you just had to play the big hero, didn't you?" He snarls back.

“Don’t start with me, Barnes,” you stand, shoving him with your shoulder as you move past him before he’s gripping your wrist and spinning you to face him again. 

“He’s my best friend and he could’ve died because of your recklessness,” he shouts, the veins in his neck threatening to burst, and then his face becomes hard, “because of how stupid you are, you could have died.”

“Like you care if I live or die, Barnes,” you scoff, ripping your wrist from his grip and turning away from him again. 

You don’t have time to get very far before he’s on you. Your chest is crushed against the wall as he pushes his body into your back. You can feel the hard ridges of his tactical vest pressing against you. 

“Well that would make things a hell of a lot easier, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear.

Despite your best efforts, you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body and by the smirk you can feel against your neck you know he feels it too. 

You couldn’t deny that Bucky was attractive and it would be a lie if you hadn’t wondered what it would be like to have him between your thighs. You just never expected it to become a reality considering he never gave you the time of day if he could help it. 

Deciding to play him at his own game you push your ass back into his groin, biting back a moan at the feel of his semi-hard cock pressing into you. 

"Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?" you smirk to yourself.

You gasp when he spins you around, your back colliding with the wall.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarls, "don't you think you've caused enough trouble for one day?" 

You can't help but roll your eyes. Yes, you felt awful for what happened to Sam but you'd had just about enough of Bucky blaming you and acting like it was intentional. 

"Why don't you make me, Barnes?" You taunt, your eyes leaving his as you look away from his cold gaze.

Your eyes widen when his metal hand comes up and wraps around your throat, tilting your head up until your eyes meet. You can’t help the way your heart begins to pound - not out of fear, out of something more primal, lustful. 

“I told you to shut the fuck up,” he growls, his hand tightening slightly, having you bite back a whimper.

“And I told you, make me.”

Silence descends on the two of you as you stare at each other for a beat before Bucky’s lips are crashing onto yours. It takes you a moment to realise what is happening, to realise how good his lips feel against your own. 

Your hands come up to run through his hair, your fingers wrapping around the strands and tugging. 

Bucky groans against your lips before pushing his tongue into your mouth. He dominates the kiss with a ferocity that has you burning all over. Only pulling away when you’re both thoroughly breathless. 

The two of you stand panting and staring at each other, letting the weight of what just happened sink in. Your hands are still in his hair, his metal hand around your throat and flesh hand on your waist. 

"If I'd known that was all it took to shut you up I would have done it a lot sooner." 

You can’t fight the eye roll as you tug him closer to you, murmuring against his lips, “don’t ruin it by talking, Barnes.”

This kiss is less hurried than the first, more exploratory but the desperation remains. You both pull at each other, desperate to get as close as physically possible. Your hands tugging at Bucky's vest until he gets the hint and unbuckles it, you shove it down his shoulders before pulling his t-shirt over his head. Bucky’s hands come up to frame your face as he pulls you from the wall, stumbling backwards until the back of his knees hit your bed where he falls, pulling you on top of him. 

You move your legs to straddle his hips, grinding down on his now hard cock as his tongue continues to invade your mouth. He grunts into your mouth when he feels you grind on him. 

“No teasing, sweetheart,” he grunts, rolling your both until he’s on top of you, “I gotta feel you now, I’ll take my time with you next time.”

You try to ignore the way your heart skips a beat at the next time he lets slip but you don’t have much time to dwell on it as Bucky tears your leggings and panties down your legs before quickly undoing his belt and zipper, tugging his pants down just enough to release his hard cock. 

Your eyes widen at the sight of him, you can’t deny that it’s something you’ve thought about but you had wildly underestimated him. 

He lines himself up with your wet centre, lubing himself up with your arousal.

“Fuck, so wet for me,” he murmurs to himself. You can hear your blood pumping in your ears in anticipation.

"Bucky, please," you beg before he's pushing into you to the hilt, knocking the breath from your lungs.

You've never felt so full. All the nerves in your body feel like they're buzzing with electricity.

Bucky's fingers push your vest up, urging you to take it off. 

Once you're bare in front of him, the growl he lets out has any thoughts of insecurity leaving your head. You watch as his eyes roam your body, his eyes darkening as his hands take a harsh grip on your hips. 

The first movement of his cock against your walls has you shuddering. Bucky pulls out almost all the way before slamming into you hard. 

You choke on a moan as he repeats the action, setting a brutal rhythm as you try to keep hold of your sanity.

Bucky pulls your leg up, hooking it in the crook of his elbow as he leans his weight on you, his hips still snapping into you. 

The feel of his lips on your neck has your eyes rolling. He alternates between soft kisses and rough bites which have your head spinning. Whispers of I nearly lost you, fuck, can't lose you, fanning against your skin.

He rests more weight on his elbow as his flesh hand reaches your clit. 

You jolt under him at the sensation, breathy moans falling from your lips.

"Fuck, yes, Bucky please," you beg. Your eyes scrunch shut as the pleasure begins to overtake you.

His hips quicken and the feel of his cock hitting your g-spot has you seeing stars. 

You frame his face in your hands, pulling his lips to yours for a fierce kiss as you reach your high. Bucky swallows your moans, his hips stuttering as you clamp down tightly around him, drawing him closer to his end. 

Bucky bites your lips as he cums, his hips pushing into you as far as possible as you milk his cock. 

The two of you bask in the afterglow of your combined orgasms. Your skin sticks to one another as Bucky rolls onto his back, taking you with him and keeping his softening cock inside of you. The silence doesn't last too long as a giggle bubbles from your throat. 

“I thought you hated me,” you chuckle breathlessly, your cheek resting on his sweaty chest.

“I’ve never said I hated you,” he admits, his hand rubbing delicate patterns on your arm, “you scare me in fact because what I see as weaknesses are actually your biggest strengths. You’re compassionate, you’re kind, you see the best in people and you always try to do the right thing, and that scares the hell out of me because I can’t bear to see you get hurt.”

“Bucky,” you whisper, tilting your head to look at him.

“I know I’m terrible at showing how I feel. It’s just easier to pretend I don’t care, to keep things professional, but seeing you in danger like that, seeing Sam in danger, it just flipped something inside of me. For so long I wasn’t able to control who got hurt and now that I can and it still happens, it just tears me up inside.”

Bucky’s gaze is no longer on you, his eyes fixated on the ceiling as he bears his soul. 

You reach a hand up to rest your palm on his cheek, smiling as he nuzzles into your hand. 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he whispers, his eyes flitting down to meet yours. 

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

He smiles before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, “maybe I’ll just have to keep you in bed forever.”

This was a little rushed and had been sitting stale for a while, so I hope it's okay 😂 thank you for reading! As always, comments and reblogs are support appreciated ❤️