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Conversations after Coming

Chapter Four of A Safe Place for Us Series

Dieter Bravo x Aisha Smith (plus size back AFAB)

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Summary: Some talks should happen before sex, but Dieter and Aisha tend to do things backwards.

Warnings: A bit of agnst, many dirty thoughts, dirty talk (I am not in control of myself when I write Dieter. This man says the filthiest things via me I guess 👀), the SMUT (unprotected p in v, fingers, scooping, mixing, again Dieter expresses how he feels), an actual conversation with communication, fluffy

Word Count: less than 1.8k

Notes: We're working through the couple's first few rounds. 🤭 Expect a time skip or two in the future but still lots of Aisha and Dieter being smutty idiots. Just FYI. Comments and questions are welcome. 🤗

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Talking never happened. Dieter had to go back to set, his manager showed up to Aisha’s apartment after the driver ratted him out. He wanted to be there when she woke up but couldn’t, he can’t afford to fuck up on another set. When she does wake up, the bed is cold. It hurts both her body and her heart. “It’s alright. I’ll be alright. I just can’t take him at face value. I’ll have my baby and then…” What? What does she expect? It’s Dieter, trying to force him to be someone he’s not is cruel. She can’t do that to him and doesn’t want him to roll down a dark spiral of self-loathing because he’s absent. Being an actor is demanding. Seeing his text saying he’s sorry that he had to go and promising to speak this afternoon when he doesn’t need to be on set makes her smile as she tears up. “I won’t cry. Not over this. I told him it’s what I wanted so I just need to stick to it. I’m going to be co-parenting after all.”

Still sore, Aisha rises and showers, looking at the marks Dieter made on her body. She finds that she longs to have him back inside her already and feels guilty that she does, she shouldn’t have asked him. Just went on her own, but she wanted him there. Her Dieter. “He’s not mine. I…” She takes a short walk outside and comes back in to eat some cereal and have coffee. “We’ll set a schedule. If there’s a routine I can separate my feelings I think.” Looking at the next six months, she plans out different predicted days that she should be ovulating and that are best to try again. This time was a fluke. Shouldn’t happen again.

Dieter thinks about how Aisha looked below him, writhing from his touch and cock. He thinks about it for a make-out scene with the actress opposite him and only needed the one take. He’s thankful that he can go back to see her. All she texted back was okay. He did try and call her in between shoots but she didn’t answer. He speeds to her apartment and finds her folding one of her blankets, putting it on the back of the sofa. She’s not wearing a bra and just has on a thin spaghetti strap dress that hits her mid-thigh. It’s a deep violet which he find beautiful on her. Grabbing her from behind, Bravo nuzzles into her neck and grinds his erection against her backside. “Hey pretty mama. I missed you. I wanted to hear your voice. I thought about you all day.” 

Aisha tried not to press her ass against his hard length but he was throbbing. Now that she knows what he can do, how he feels, is this going to be how she reacts every time? Her legs are already spreading, Dieter doesn’t have to tell her to bend over the couch either, maybe this will let him get deeper and she’ll be knocked up already so she can stop. They won’t need to when she’s pregnant. “I did too, Dieter. I-I didn’t…” He captures her lips in a kiss as his hands run up her thighs, he smirks against her lips, discovering what she was going to say, “I didn’t put on anything after I showered. Been the whole day without a pair on. Fuck Dee…” The growl he releases pushing her down, forcing her hips back. At some point, he dropped his pants to his knees and his leaky head was teasing her folds.

“You been wet like this all day for me Aisha? Damn baby.” Slipping back inside of her felt like he was at home. She whispered his name while he took hold of her hips. He didn’t begin, just warming himself within her. He could do this after a long shoot or press run. Hell, just in the morning when he woke up. “Fucking perfect pussy Aisha.” Drawing back, he slammed into her soft flesh, feeling her try to keep his shaft still within her walls. He wouldn’t allow it, Dieter wanted to release inside of her, then stir it inside of her with his fingers. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Say it.” His thrusts slowed as her whines grew louder, she wanted him to continue.

“Ah…Dieter please…” She reached back and he grabbed both her wrists, only giving her small thrusts to make her core flutter. “I-I’m yours. My pussy is yours. Fill me again, just move damn.” Twitching, Dieter called her name again as he nearly pulled all the way out of her while his movements became irregular, this time would be quicker than last night but that was fine. By his estimate, there would be plenty of other times to take it slow, take his time. When he felt he was almost there, Dieter released her wrists and pulled her up to his chest to take Aisha’s lips again. Her tongue was sticking out so he sucked on it before painting the inside of her again. Her core seemingly milked him as he remained inside of her for a full minute. “Ugh…Dieter…it’s, you have to-“ A kiss to her shoulder led him to pull out slowly then reach down and insert two fingers, pushing his spend back inside. “W-Wait. I just came, it’s too much.” 

He knew he was overwhelming her. Watching her squirm, but hearing the squelching sounds around his fingers was such a sweet noise to him. “I know Ai. Bear with me a little bit. You and your pussy are playing me a song. It might also help it take right?” He didn’t know that for sure, he hasn’t looked any of it up. Curling his fingers has her go limp with another orgasm and flop over the side of the couch. Dieter helps to lay her down and then sits on the floor next to her, after pulling his pants back up. He’s licking his two fingers on their mixed cum. “We taste good together Ai. I’ll give you some next time.” She watches him, happy to see the joy on his face, but worried that she’ll be caught up in the moment. She needs to tell him. “I’m sorry I left this morning. I can’t afford to piss off this director and crew. Especially now.”

Blinking, Aisha is curious, “What do you mean by, ‘especially now?’” She attempts to turn on her side to better face him but remains on her back. Her legs are still halfway asleep.

Bravo turns to get on his knees and lays her belly, rubbing it in circles, “To support you and our baby. I wasn’t just saying shit last night Aisha. I meant it.” His chocolate orbs are drilling holes into her own. She closes them, unable to meet his gaze. “I know I don’t take most things seriously, you know I don’t joke around with you like that. At least I hope you know.” He lays his head on her chest, sticking his lips out to pout.

Aisha runs her fingers through his hair, “I felt like I was taking advantage of you Dee. Your feelings for me. I know how hard you’ve worked to be sober and stay that way. I didn’t want to be the reason you back slide and also I…” she pauses. “I felt guilty that I enjoyed having sex with my friend that much. You know I’ll want you to be here with me even after the baby comes. Silly celebrations and costumes. I want all of that. It’s such weird-“

“It’s not weird. It’s normal. And it’s what you want. And I’ll be there for as much of it as I can. I’ll work around them. I can afford to fly you out to wherever I am. Let me show you it’s going to be fine. Please?” Large palms cup her face and tears fall again. He kisses the salty streams away. “What do you say Scribbles? Can I get in on your script?”

Snorting, Aisha nods and kisses Dieter’s plush lips, “That was so corny. You’ll have to do better than that. You have an Oscar for goodness’ sake.”

“I have off days sometimes and did I not just come home and put in a lot of work?” A mischievous grin forms on his face, complete with him sticking his tongue out as Aisha throws her head back in laughter. 

“Oh my god Dieter.” He sits back on his heels and helps her to sit up, joining her on the couch with his arms pulling her across his lap where he keeps her for a bit. “You did put quite a bit of work here, how was filming today?” 

“Good. We got more done than we thought and hopefully that means we’ll be done sooner. I want to eat breakfast with you, maybe cook some eggs.”

“Eggs are the only thing I’ve seen you cook Dee.”

“That was years ago. I’ll have you know, I’ve added toast and grits to my arsenal now.” His angled nose nuzzles between her neck and shoulder, Aisha sighs again.

“I’d love to try your new and improved breakfast Dee.” She places her hands over his that are flat against her stomach and grabs them. “I want to do so many things with you, Dieter. We’ll start with breakfast and right now another shower.” He pouts as he’d like to stay on the couch longer, but understands why they need to. No one’s going to be in the mood with a UTI later. 

After they’ve showered and cleaned, they fix a late lunch of ham BLTs, pringles and some lemonade. Plopping down on the couch, the movie ‘Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Amongst Thieves' plays as Dieter nods off. He had gotten up much earlier than she had. Aisha still worried about how everything might turn out, but settled on that she should try since he was so willing to. She put a blanket over the two of them and snuggled next to him on the couch, watching his brows furrow every once in a while. She dozed off watching Bravo sleep, the movie watching the both of them. 

“I could have days and nights like this. We can have it together, just happy.” Happy tears from Aisha this time, it felt like she’s cried a lot today. Dieter woke up and saw her sleeping next to him, he pulled her closer, kissing her forehead.

“I’ll do my best not to make you cry anymore. I really want to.” Dieter Bravo is the happiest he’s been in a long time.

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Backside Smith Grind

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[poursomesunaonme]

8 and 20 for Erwin Smith pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee

i be weak in the knees yall

wc: 523

cw: nsfw (minors dni, 18+ only), morning sex, breast play, pussy job

waking up from a dream to a dream.  

it’s the only thing that runs through your mind when you wake up warm, eyes cracking open to find the room bathed in a soft morning light.  the birds chirping floats through the window.  a steady breeze circulates the scent of the blooming flowers through the air.  it’s perfect.

what’s even better is the legs tangled through yours, the arms that wrap around your body to cup your breasts.  you sigh, finding that the limbs tighten as the man behind you begins to wake as well.  you hum lightly, snuggling closer to the muscled body.

“morning,” erwin’s deep voice rumbles into your hair.  it sends a shiver down your spine at just how raspy it is.  you sigh, mumbling your own greeting before closing your eyes again to let the rest of your body wake up.

you begin to drift in and out of sleep, legs sliding between erwin’s, back pressing farther and farther into his chest until you think that your bodies might morph into one.  every so often, his hands will squeeze your breasts, making the air under the covers heat up just a little bit more.

eventually, the sleep begins to clear from your mind, leaving only one feeling: desire.  bit by bit, you become more vocal, allowing erwin to understand just exactly how you feel about his hand placement.  he takes the hint and dares to go farther, slipping his hands underneath your loose shirt to really touch.  you groan, back arching to find that his hardening cock presses into your backside.

after a little bit of grinding against him, erwin pulls down both his pants and yours, slipping his cock between your thighs to stimulate the both of you.  one of his hands travels south to toy with your clit.  you yourself reach down, rubbing circles on his tip while he gently slides between your folds.  

before you can blink, he slips in ever so naturally.  you arch your back and lift your leg upwards, allowing erwin to catch it.  he gives a few tentative thrusts, shifting occasionally to find the spots where you’re both comfortable.  it’s slow, it’s messy, it’s wonderful.

once you both find your rhythm rocking together, he drops your leg, allowing you to wrap it around his thigh instead.  his hand joins the other on your breasts, tweaking your nipples and groaning at how each pinch sends a flood dripping down his cock.

“i love mornings with you,” you sigh, turning your head to face him for the first time.  there are still sleep crystals at the corners of his eyes, still a bit of that dazed expression (though you aren’t sure if it’s the sex or the tiredness).  his lips brush against yours, a soft and buttery feeling that sends butterflies tickling your stomach.

“couldn’t have said it better myself.”  he smirks against your lips, jiggling your tits together.  his thumbs roll over your nipples, you roll your hips into him.  with each movement, you tangle more and more into the sheets, into each other, into the brightening day that lights the room around you.

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Beach Balls

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, sex on the beach, public-ish (brief reference assuming there’s an audience) Word Count: ~1.3k Emoji Prompt: 👩‍🍳🏖🔮 (key words are in bold)

He’s giving you his bitch, please face.

You’re giving him your beach, please face, because Ray’s aversion to beaches is honestly such a disgrace. His OCD ass really needs to get over his hatred of salt in his slicked hair and fine grains of sand stuck all over the place.

You’ve stepped out of the kitchen with something hot clutched in your hands as you come to join him on the couch. He’s a grump and a grouch. Yet be that as it may, by the end of the day, your goal is to take him to the shore and you’re certain it’s not out of reach.

He repeats himself loud and clear, same shit you always hear. “I am not going to the beach.”

“I knew you would say no. I baked your favorite tart to tempt you though. It’s ginger peach.”

He can tell, by the comforting smell, blend of butter and sugar and spice absolutely divine. “You’re too kind. But do you really think baked goods will change my mind?”

“Baked goods and something else perhaps…” you purr as you settle in place straddling his lap. You know exactly how to get your man to fall into your trap. “Remember when we went to see that fortuneteller just for kicks, her crystal ball declared that I’m the only weakness in your fortress? That I’d always find the holes in your resolve and get your brick walls to collapse?”

He does remember as it had been pretty recent. Just the other weekend. And indeed once Raymond feels the heat of you that always hits him in his crotch and in his heart, hotter than this freshly baked tart… he worries his resistance is already weakened.

And you can sense it too, the way he melts for you, as you proceed to feed your man a big forkful of flaky crust and sweet syrupy peach. You whisper words into his ear sure to paint pictures in his head that fucking stick. You’ve always known what makes him tick. “I want to fuck you on the beach. Wet sand beneath and blazing sun above, as we make hot passionate love, waves crashing all around us while you pound this cunt with that big fucking dick.”

Of course it works—he groans around the peachy mouthful that you fed him and you flash a wicked smirk, as you pull out the sticky fork. Crumbs of the crust and traces of the fruity filling are still clinging to the tines and your tongue cleans them off with a sensuous lick.

You knew that shit would do the trick. Especially now as you level up your game by dealing his alpha male pride a playful little kick. “But I’m not sure you’ve got the balls to do the dirty out in public.”

Ray gulps down his bite of tart and then glares up at you appalled. He will not stand for such an insult, not at all. “You of all people should know better than to doubt my fucking balls.”

You shrug and roll your eyes, grinding down on the bulge between his thighs. “The closest that you’ve ever come to fucking me in public was a private bathroom stall. Or in my office with the door locked but that doesn’t count as public just because we could hear voices in the halls.”

“Bitch are you really testing me?”

At that you get up off his lap and casually head toward the door with tart in hand and grab your beach bag, which you had already packed. Wink back at him suggestively. “I guess we’ll see.”

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“Is this public enough for you?”

He says it in a huff—grating and gruff, the brush of his beard ever coarser now that salt and sand have stuck into the scruff. You’re both sharply aware that others may be watching and no doubt loving the view. It’s not as if you’re putting on a show on purpose for the world to watch you two, but there’s just such a thrill in knowing passing strangers could stroll by and see your man’s bare backside thrusting viciously while he’s on top of you.

It’s obvious that Ray still hates this place. Clear from the gritting of his teeth and from the grimace creasing up his sweat-streaked face. He hates the scrape of sand beneath you and the brutal beating of the sun above you. But you love when there’s a little bit of hatred in the way that he makes love to you.

Never towards you, of course—rather towards what you make him feel and make him do, which is a whole lot fucking worse. Your presence in his life is such a blessing yet your power over him is such a curse.

For someone so extremely self-possessed, so serious about control that he is honestly obsessed, it’s quite unsettling how readily he lets you take the reins and make him yours.

He steals back some of that control by owning all your holes with feral fucking force.

You haven’t yet answered his question as to whether this beach is public enough for you. Too breathless from just how epic the sex is but when Raymond cups your jaw your eyes flit open and you read answer me slut in his ferocious gaze of blue. You love the way he has no need for words to tell you what to do.

“Mmm, just enough,” you tell him blissfully as his thick cock plows into you savage and rough. He’s always much more than enough but you still want to act as if you won this game you came to play. “Just fuck me on this beach all day. I always knew you had the balls, Ray.”

He shoves deeper into your soaking wet core with a low grunt. Down to the hilt, making you gasp from being so perfectly filled. “You like the feeling of these big huge fucking balls slapping against your slutty cunt? Just like you want?”

“Fuck yes, sir…” you shout out loud enough for all the world to hear it as you hit the heights of pleasure. Fall to pieces as his shaft rails you to bits, and as his skillful fingers tease against your clit, applying just the perfect pressure.

“Take it all,” he growls as his sack tightens and stiff cock begins to powerfully convulse, racing the rhythm of your pulse, all set to paint your inner walls. His lip curls up against your ear in a demanding fucking snarl. “Take all the cum from these big fucking balls, you dirty little girl.”

Oh yes you fucking will, take everything he has to fill, and you will proudly let this man drill you in front of all the world.

He’s more than just a little proud too. Your shameless and openness and riskiness, when it comes to delicious frisky business, is just one of countless things he loves about you.

Raymond Smith is now a much kinkier bastard than he ever was without you.

By the time he’s thoroughly flooded your tight pussy, you’re both sprawled out on the sand loosely, savoring the sensation of his meat inside your heat all slick and juicy. When he at last slides out of you his cum drips out and paints a pearly path across the sand beneath the space between your legs. You’re both reduced to fucking wrecks.

Then as you cuddle through the sun-kissed afterglow, he glances over at the partly eaten peach dessert you’d brought and asks you something he just has to know. “What was even the point of the tart if your plan was to tempt me with sex?”

You smile and give him the innocent answer he probably expects. “Just to butter you up a bit. Knew you would love it.”

Don’t tell him just yet that this tart filled with peach also serves some less innocent subtext: now that your man has finally fucked your pussy on the beach… you’ll soon ask him if he wants to fuck your peach next.

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Band of Pirates: Ch 3. Working the Grind

Adda walked with Corsaire to this inn, not exactly looking forward to it, but swallowing her pride non the less.

"So... how did you like meeting her 'baby'?" Corsaire asked with a wide grin. "Can't say you didn't ask." He opened the door to the Hatchling's Nest, a boarding house for women. A Lorleidian woman by the name of Sayen ran the place, and had a baby dragon sitting on her shoulder. "Hello, Sayen, I assume Queen Zarazu mentioned the band of women coming to stay with here?"

"Yes! We have them all rooms ready, two to a room, and a shower to share." The Munja was bubbly. "Breakfast is served at six in the morning for the staff and starts at seven for the customers over at the Farmer's Daughter."

“Farmer’s Daughter.... that’s a terrible name.” Adda muttered to herself. “You’re positive I can’t work a docking job?”

"Only unless you rather be elbow deep in fish guts making chum." Corsaire gestured to Sayen. "Take the waitressing job. They provide babysitting; docking doesn't."

“I- goddamn it...” Adda couldn’t argue. Turning her attention to Sayen, she gave a half-hearted grin. “Better get used to a lot of hardened sailors’ sweetheart. Cause Gerudo can be a hardy bunch.”

"Oh, don't worry about that, my girl Ghrilda gave a customer a black eye for touching her backside the other day. We have a sign that clearly states you can enjoy the view, but if you touch, you're guaranteed a touch back." Sayen assured Adda with a most mischievous smile. "The first month is free; our queen graciously paid for you and your ladies to board her as well as your childcare. However, when the second month hits, rent is due on the first. It is fifty rupees a month, utilities included, and part of the fee goes toward the childcare, maintenance, and general upkeep for the building and outside gardens. Is this agreeable?"

“Agreeable. And thanks. Cause I’d just pop the next fucker with one of these if they tried that. We’re all kind of wired.” Adda placed a revolver on the desk. “No bloodshed obviously, but what’s your policy on keeping our weapons?”

"You may leave weapons in your room, but none are allowed in the restaurant." Sayen told Adda. "The name is terrible, I agree, but it is a very upscale restaurant; formal parties and a specific state of dress for both customer and waitresses. If you're lucky, you can make over 300 rupees a night!"

“That’s... a start.” Adda tried to be optimistic. She turned to Freddy and handed her the weapons she carried. “Take this to my room. I have a manager to win over.” “Yes Captain.”

"... Adda, you do realize you already have the job." Corsaire asked her. "You and all your girls. You just have to walk in and ask for your hours."

“Oh. My reputation proceeds me. Can I start today?”

"I'll ask if there's a shift open for dinner, that's usually our busiest time." Sayen then reminded Adda. "You'll have to learn the menu quickly though. There's a different menu for each shift; breakfast, lunch and dinner."

“I’ll read some if you have any.”

"Of course," Sayen handed Adda the all of the menus, each written in the most elaborate cursive of the Hylian language. "Though first, please settle into your rooms and if you don't mind, write your names on the board provided on the door. That way, I know who is rooming with who in case someone calls for you."

Adda looked at the crew and waved them to move out with a head nod. “Wait a second. Nine, ten- where’s Scarlet?” 

~ 

With Revy to her nipple, Scarlet sighed. “What got you so angry at the meeting Rat?”

Rat was trying to figure out the difference between loyalty and brainwashing. How to tell the two apart? He reasoned Corsaire was his friend and he was loyal to him. Yet, Corsaire did not demand, did not order, he asked. His captain asked if Rat wanted to be part of his crew. He asked him to help on the ship. He asked him if he wanted a different job, to have his own family one day. It was a friendship. Adda, on the other hand, barked orders like she ruled the place. If she ordered one of her sisters to fall on their own weapon, the girls would probably do it. "... Adda ain't your focus anymore, Scarlet."

“She’s just trying to keep our spirits up Rat.”

"By calling you into battle when you have a baby?!"

“She said now wasn’t the time to attack. But to gather our strength for the future. That’s her way of expressing she knows when we’re beat for now, but that we’ll strike back when the time is good and ready. You don’t know her like I do.”

"I know her enough that she'd turn tail and run, leaving you's if it meant saving her own skin." There was no way that Rat would be convinced. "Me knows people like that, Scarlet, been there, done that, ain't living through it again."

“Rat. I’m going to tell you this once. You’re dead wrong about that.”

"She ran from that Onslaught, what's to say she won't run again, even if it means you're the one left hanging?"

Rat was lucky that Scarlet was feeding Revy, because the look that she gave him was one of scorn. Her voice didn’t raise in volume, but her tone became frightfully dark. “You shut your goddamn mouth. She tried to save as many of us as she could. You weren’t fucking there.”

Scarlet never swore, so that hurt came out strong. She looked away from Rat, ashamed to look at him for a moment. “Don’t... don’t buy into rumours or assume things you weren’t there for.”

"It doesn't matter if I was a-there or not, it's what I know now! What I know, is she put you and Reveka in danger." Rat was not ashamed by his words at all. He had seen slave masters and their cruelty, how gladiators sold out their so-called friends, and fellow slaves fighting over a scrap of bread. "I don't want you going off on some quest for revenge when you have a wee one to care for; now or later. Revy will need you, I will need you alive."

“Well, maybe I want those monsters to pay too. For my own personal means. You ever have to see one of your brothers die Rat? Try over a hundred siblings to me. Children, comrades, and mentors. And the worse part is I don’t even know if they are still alive.”

"Me's lost me fair share too, Scarlet, but the difference between you and I is I don't dwell on it." Rat told her sternly. "Yes, I mourned me brother, still miss him. I don't know where he is, if he's alive. Though I can't live me life on a-what ifs. This isn't about you, Adda, or even me for this matter. It's about her." He gently stroked Revy's head with a finger. "Would you be willing to put her in danger, Scarlet? For some quest of revenge?"

“You kill the one who took your brother from you?”

"No. I never found him."

“Well I know who killed my sisters. And even if I don’t kill them myself, I’ll work hard in getting someone else to do it.” She gripped Rat’s hand, squeezing tight. “I’m not going anywhere. But I’m not going to forget. And I’m not going to do nothing either. I’ll put what effort I can in helping acquire justice for my sisters.”

"... me's not against you getting justice, Scarlet. I just don't want you doing it, you in danger."

“I won’t. I’m not going to be on the front lines. I’m an officer Rat. I command.”

"I don't want you in the lines at all, Scarlet. Me used to fight, but me doesn't anymore, not unless I have to." Rat begged her. "Please... for Revy's sake, no more fighting. What would I do without you here to raise her?"

“Rat. I can’t make promises like that. The world is uncertain and dangerous. I can only promise to navigate around the danger instead of going through it.”

"... then promise me you won't go fighting unless it's to protect Revy from immediate harm."

“I promise.”

A knock came at the door, and when Rat answered it, like a boogeyman stepping out of the closet, Klinge strode in. “Afternoon.”

"...? Klinge?" Rat was surprised. "I's surprised to see you a-here of all places. Something wrong?"

“I’m here to see the woman.”

Scarlet flinched, unnerved by the presence of the black armoured man. Didn’t help she felt vulnerable while breast feeding.

Rat stood in front of Scarlet and Revy, just in case Klinge had ill intentions. "For what?"

Klinge looked past Rat and at his lover. “What is your name and the child’s?”

“My name is Scarlet. This is our daughter, Revy.”

“You’re an Iron Knuckle, aren’t you? I saw your armour configuration.”

“How- how do you know that?”

“Because I’m Gerudo myself.” Klinge spoke dryly, turning his direction to Rat. “What occupation has Corsaire assigned her?”

"Smith. Blacksmith. She's to work with the Tablitha family who makes the queen's weapons." Rat told Klinge, still not too trusting, making sure to keep in-between Klinge and Scarlet. "She did so as a favor to me."

“Good. Additionally, she’ll hold another task. Effectively immediately, you work for me.”

Scarlet stepped back, holding Revy close. “To do what?”

“I have need of a powerful warrior like yourself in my ranks. Your training will be most beneficial being taught to new generations. And if you’re a smith, I can use your skills for my personal benefit.”

"She has a wee one, she ain't doing no training for rookies." Rat scowled. "And who's you to question the order of the queen?"

“Because I am the Supreme Commander of Hyrule. My word is the only word that concerns you. Because while Ganondorf is still King, Gerudo matters fall to me. Scarlet here is both an officer and Gerudo Warrior. Her knowledge is a treasure I can afford.” Klinge grasped a bag at his side and threw down a bag of five hundred rupees. “This amount. For every day you work for me.”

"Why should I want me lover around you?" Rat held Scarlet around her shoulders, still glaring at the man. "You may be the queen's bodyguard, but you's still give me the creepies. I sense death around you. What could convince me that you's ain't going to put her in danger?"

“My word can be changed at a will. The reason she shall not be put in danger is because she’s an asset to me and the kingdom.”

"An asset. A thing." Rat still did not believe Klinge. "... me's not so sure about you. Tis Scarlet's decision, but if she agrees, and gets hurt because of you, I'll drag your ass to the bottom of the black sea."

"It is a lot more money then I would have been making before Rat. It's more than enough for us and to help the girls at the lodge."

"It's more than enough to save for us, Scarlet. Revy needs a home, not a lodge or a room at an inn." Rat told his lover in earnest. "Maybe we can find something on the outskirts of town. It doesn't have to be huge, but it could be a place for us to grow, where Revy can grow up into a fine young lady. Safe."

"I don't want it to seem like I'm just abandoning my sisters."

"You aren't, Scarlet. Do you think Corsaire has abandoned me because we don't work together anymore? Don't see each other everyday?"

Klinge nodded. "Your sisters will be fine. So will you. Do we have a deal?"

Scarlet watched Klinge extend his hand. After a moment of thinking, she nodded, shaking his hand. "You have a deal."

~

Corsaire was waiting downstairs for Adda, when a shriek shook the house. He wasn't allowed to go up, but after ten minutes, Adda walked down to the waiting lounge. Wearing a skimpy corset that showed off the goods, she was fuming. "What kind of uniform is this?"

"Pffffftttt..." Corsaire had to turn around, trying to contain a laugh, failing to do so. "You know it's called the Farmer's Daughter for a reason, right? Hyrule women wear those fancy corsets."

"It's so goddamn small and tight!"

Other members of her crew gave her a thumbs up, heading to their own jobs. "Looking good Captain."

"Well, they think you look good, so I'd quit belly aching and let me escort you there before I have to head out to work me self." Corsaire put his hat on, the age-old same hat he had from when he met Orana. He refused to change it. "Come on, now, put on your big girl boots, and let's go."

Adda put on her own hat, taking his arm. "After you sweetheart."

~

"So, you're the newest addition, yeah? You'll do fine, I'll show you the ropes and Mikayah will show your sister." She held out her hand. "I'm Ellie. I'm the head waitress here and I usually do all the training. Since we're short-staffed, you're going to have to learn quick. Tonight, you're going to follow me, memorize the menus, and since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you take a fourth of the tips I make to get you some groceries."

"Work her hard, Ellie." Corsaire snickered as he bid farewell. "Save me some chowder if there's any leftover." "I doubt it, everyone loves Erling's chowder."

"I already started memorizing the menu, so that shouldn't be an issue."

"Great! So, now follow me, I'm going to show you where we get the food first." Ellie motioned for Adda to step quickly. "Our head chef is Big Bertie, our sous chef is Maxine, and we have Robert, Dean, Izzie, and Wayne as our line chefs. Number one rule in the kitchen is don't get in their way. Make yourself sparse in there, just come to the window to get the food." She grabbed a heavy tray full of food. "Watch a pro, and then you can try. Always serve from the guest's left side and oh! I almost forgot! Erling is our guest chef. Used to work here as a sous chef until the castle recruited him, but he comes back on weekend for extra money. Just be careful and don't spook the poor guy." She put the tray on her shoulder. "I still don't know how he does it. He's blind as a bat and still makes the best chowder on this side of the city." She yelled into the kitchen. "Erling!!! Save some chowder for that handsome admiral of yours!"

"How many times do I have to tell you? Tell him to come buy it!" Seer was there in the kitchen, adding ingredients to his famous clam chowder. "He's trying to freeload off you just cause you're cute."

"Yeah, yeah, like that will work. And thanks for the compliment, sweetie."

Adda eyes blinked in puzzlement for a moment, and her initial reaction betrayed her. "Seer?" Immediately, she regretted letting him know her presence.

"...? Adda?" Seer actually stopped stirring his homemade soup. "What are you doing here?"

"I work here now. I didn't know you would be working here too."

"I don't during the week, but I do on the weekends." Seer looked surprised. "You work here now? I thought you didn't want the job."

"Well, there is wants in this life. Then there are needs. This is a need to support my daughters."

"Let me guess. Corsaire didn't want you near his new ships, did he?"

"No. Even though my professional skill set is one a ship. Misogyny at work I tell you."

"More like he's a touch afraid you're going to make off with one and doesn't want Missy Orana's parents breathing down his neck since he literally stuck it out to give you ladies a chance---"

"Talk later, work now." Ellie pulled Adda with her. "Save Corsaire a bowl!"

"Fine, fine."

Adda turned her attention to some of the ladies at work, studying them intensely. Eye contact, correct posture, charming demeaner, listening skills, balance. She could do this. Waiting for her turn, she grabbed some menus and made her way forward with a charming smile. "Hello there. My name is Adda and I'll be your waiter today. How can I help you?"

Ellie was nearby, watching how Adda carried out her task. Good posture, polite smile, engaging conversation... seems like she did have the makings.

"We'll all require a class of water, and we'll take a bottle of your finest Chardonnay."

"Please bring it out on ice, we like it to stay chilled."

"Of course."

Adda did put the order up, waited for the Chardonnay, stuffed it in an ice bucket, and delivered it with the water. This was just like serving her officers not too long ago. "Here you are. These are our menus. I'll give you five minutes to look it over, then check on you. Enjoy your beverages in the mean time."

"Thank you, and when you're back by, we'd like another basket of the sourdough bread." As soon as Adda walked away, the merchants were speaking of how lovely she was... and how nice her ass was.

Talk about her ass was ok. A little embarrassing to be sure, but encouraging. As long as they didn't touch her. Adda put in the order for the bread and took her five minutes to examine the menus a little more and the layout of the tavern. Once she was ready, she thanked the chief and returned to the couple. Seeing the water was empty she refilled it with her jug. "Here is your bread. Any choices for a main course, or would you like some more time to consider?"

"We're all ready to order."

"I'll take the filet course."

"I'd like the fresh catch of the day."

"Clam chowder soup and salad."

The orders were placed and all of the business men handed Adda the menus. One was feeling a bit more so bold with the wine in his system. "I don't suppose I could treat you to a glass later?"

In the background, Ellie was making a slit throat motion, warning Adda not to accept. The guy was a known womanizer.

Adda took note of it, but decided to take advantage. "Depends on how well you tip. I can consider it." With a wink, she took their menus and filled out her menus with the cooks. "Clam chowder soup with a salad as well as one filet course!" She even surprised herself with how much control she felt.

Dinner was a crazy rush but at the end of the night, every table was satisfied and the tips were hefty. Counting out the rupees she made, Ellie then handed Adda a small bag. "Not bad for your first night. Here's 150 rupees." Ellie then groaned under her breath when she saw the lecher merchant. "... great. You got Yusfar waiting on you."

"What's your policy if one of the waitresses gets manhandled?"

"Remember the sign by the door?" Ellie pointed out the golden, plated plaque that so elegantly read: "You are free to look as much as you like, but remember if you try to touch, the ladies might 'touch' back."

"Got you."

Adda put her rupees in her pocket, grabbed her hat, and headed to the door. "Need me tomorrow?"

"You're scheduled for dinner on weekends, and for lunch Monday through Wednesday. You got Thursday and Friday off, unless you want an extra shift on the breakfast schedule."

"Nah. I like those shifts. Oy Seer. You done back there?"

"Yes, I'm done." Seer had just finished packing up a bowl of chowder for Corsaire and had a doggie bag to take with him. "You escorting me home?"

"Hell yeah. Think you can keep up?"

"Maybe not running, but definitely if you link arms with me." Seer then added. "Could give old pervie there the idea to back off."

Adda did so, smiling lightly at him. With Seer in her arms, she walked past Yusfar. "Order yourself a glass of water sweety."

"Hey, I paid for dinner, and you agreed to my company afterwards." Yusfar blocked the door. "Move along, cripple. You're wasted compassion."

Seer frowned at the man's insult. "At least I'm not a perverted asshole like you." Seer growled. "The lady doesn't want your company. Go away and mind your own business."

"I told you nothing but the truth. I'd consider it. I have, and I decided that perhaps we can do so another night. I'm walking my friend home now."

"You're coming with me now." Yusfar demanded of Adda. "I paid good money here and you owe it to me!"

"She doesn't owe you a damn thing, leave her al---" Seer had stepped in front of Adda to try to shield her from view, but ended up taking a punch to the nose, knocking him flat on his backside.

"I'm not a hooker." When the punch was thrown at Seer, Adda's charm and loose attitude was lost in an instant. Grabbing the man by crotch and throat, she drove Yusfar into the floor with a slam. Straddling him in his daze, she gripped him by the collar with her left hand, then wailed on him with her right fist. With ten solid, nose shattering punches she broke his nose, his jaw, and collapsed an eye shut. With the last punch, she shook the blood off, and felt his pulse. "Alive." Getting up, she grabbed him by his legs, and dragged him at the door. With a light kick she let him fall down the stairs to the tavern, and spat on his back as he wheezed a weak cry. "Prick." When she saw her co-workers both horrified and amazed, she shrugged it off. Seer was her concern. Gently patting his back, she smiled. "You ok?"

"Urgh..." Seer was dazed and bleeding heavily from his nose. He did not do very well when his senses were attacked. It was like the whole world shifted underneath his feet. "This is... the second time my nose is broken because of you." He said in a very dry, although slightly pained, voice.

"I'll make it up to you." Adda waved goodbye to her co-workers, picking Seer up bridal style and carrying him out. She even stepped on Yusfar to take him back to her lodging.

"You can put me down, you know, I can walk even though I can't see." Seer remarked in a sense of good humor.

"Naw. I think I like carrying you. Let's me flex my muscles." Adda finally got to the inn, smiling at the grounds keep. "Hey, can we bring men upstairs?"

"You're... not really supposed to." Ellie looked at Seer's bloody nose. "But I'll make an exception since he seems to be hurt. And blind." "I know. I can't see anything."

"I'm just going to patch him up." Adda took him to her room, setting Seer gently down on her bed. "How you feeling?"

"I feel like my nose is going to fall off, but considering I was just tossed around like a rag doll with that guy, a little embarrassed as well." Seer sighed. "I'm not very good at being a protector, am I?"

"Well, that's what I'm for." Adda twisted his nose in place with a nudge, getting a loud yelp from Seer. "Sorry."

Seer's blind eyes were watering from the pain, but he was trying to keep a straight face. "It really sucks not being able to see anymore."

"I'm sorry I can't do anything to fix that." Adda softly smoothed the side of his face, giving him a light kiss.

Even though the two of them had shared a bed before, Seer still blushed like a virgin. "Hrm... not sure if that really helped. Might need another one on this side too, just to be sure." He tapped the other cheek with a small grin.

Adda gave him a kiss on the other side. "You know, I'd love to have you stay the night, but I'm going to respect Saven’s rules."

"I understand." Seer felt around in his belt for his walking cane, unfolding it. "You'll be at work again tomorrow?"

"Yeah... Do you want me to come back to your place?"

"If you'd like." Seer then told her. "It's... not much. But it's cozy. I'm renting it for now. It's a house with rooms for all of us; Rat, Acrobat, and Bomba. Though, I believe they're all asleep now."

"Think we'd wake them up?"

"No, they have rooms on the top floor. I'm on the bottom." Seer chuckled. "Stairs and I do not get along well."

"Alright handsome. Let me check on the girls, then you can lead your knight in shining armour the way."

After making sure Liz and Lex were healthy and happy with some feeding, Adda followed Seer into his bedroom. Before he could really talk, she was already taking off his belt. "Can't suck on a bottle, but I can still suck on this~"

"W-Wait, wait, just a moment!" Seer was turning red once again in the face, gently grabbing Adda's hands. "I um... we don't have to do anything; I don't expect it. I mean... I'm just... well, surprised."

"Why? I like you. Do you just want to cuddle up naked or something? That's the slowest I can go."

"No! I mean, yes, I mean... damn it." Seer rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess what I'm trying to ask is... I'm just not sure I understand why you're interested in me."

"Because you're adorable, handsome... and kind. And I don't come from a world of kindness, so you're special to me." Adda slowly fumbled her fingers with his.

"I'm not adorable... am I?" Seer pouted lightly, thinking this meant he was too sweet or too weak one. Yet, it still did not scare Adda off yet. "I don't like being mean. I don't want to be mean unless I have to. I... initially thought you only bedded me because of pity, but... I couldn't stop thinking about how good you smelled. How soft you felt."

"I smell good?" That unique comment made Adda blush incredibly hard. "I'm... soft?"

"You smell like a touch of brimstone mixed with salt and lavender. It might just be your shampoo or your perfume with the lavender tent, but... the smell of salt, of sea salt, it's different. Not like the usual smell, but that of the ocean. It's comforting." Seer explained and then admitted. "Yes, soft. Not like you don't have muscle, but soft as in tender hearted it seems, when you want to be."

"I don't want to lose that smell." Adda pressed her head against his chest. "I feel comfortable with you Seer... truth be told, I'm scared to be. I don't want to be hurt again."

"I... don't want to hurt you." Seer carefully put his arms around Adda to hug her. "I know what it is like to be hurt. Physically, mentally, emotionally... take your pick. I don't wish it on someone else. You're safe here."

Adda hugged him back, not wanting to let go. "No one ever hugs me."

"Then just let me hold you for a minute."

Adda did so, trying not to cry. She just let him hold her for five minutes in silence. When he let go, Adda cleared her throat, trying to bring back her usual bravado, but instead only bringing back a quarter of it. "So stud, I was thinking about going on a sex bender, but, um, if you decide to stop bedding all the woman you obviously bring over every night, I'll do the same. That way, we can just be a couple with you as my boyfriend, and I'll be your girlfriend?"

"You know, you don't have to put on the face of bravado around me constantly, Adda." Seer chuckled softly, gently running his fingers through her hair. His calloused fingers were marked with several scars from accidently cutting or burning himself over the years. "I've... never had a romantic interest before, so I apologize in advance if I let you down. Though, if you want me to stay around, I won't object to your company."

"Tell you what, if you stay around long enough, I'll decide to drop my guard. A bit." With a grin, she kissed his cheek again. "Do you want to cuddle? Or do you want something more?"

"I'll leave that up to you." Seer told Adda. "It sounds like you had a long day and... you need a bit of comfort."

"Then just hold me naked?"

"Sure, but... do you need to check on the twins first?"

"Freddy has them on babysitting duty for the night. I think they'll be ok." Seer felt the warm press of her now naked body against him. She must have been very quiet in getting undressed. “I like how concerned you are about my girls.”

"If you're sure." Seer patted his bed. "Go ahead and get comfortable. I'll undress."

Outside, having happen stance to walk by, Scarlet was fangirling over the fact that Adda was warming up in a positive manner to Seer. Pulling Rat to the side to whisper her joy; her face was beaming. "Mousa! They're going to be a couple! They look so sweet together!"

"Me doesn't know what to think, Scarlet." Rat seemed a touch hesitant. Seer was a kind soul and he did not want his brother being a doormat for Adda. The ex-gladiator said, "As long as Seer is happy, and as long as Adda isn't mean to him, then I's content."

“Good. That’s all I can hope for. Mark my words. We’re all going to have happier lives.”

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Backside Smith Grind

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Date Night (18+)

✦ Summary: It had been seven long and tiring months since you became parents - you were finally ready for a night off. ✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader ✦ Warnings: Explicit 18+ sexual content, minors do not interact ✦ Word Count: 2.7k ✦ Playlist: Here

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You can hear Rebecca squealing in the other room as you finish applying your makeup. Bucky probably has her jumping in the air or is tickling the backs of her thighs and round little tummy. You wanted this so badly, just one night away with him. After nearly seven months of motherhood, where you only left the house for pediatrician appointments and shopping trips - all with the baby in tow, you deserved a night off.

Her breathy little laughs move closer, soon her head is peeking around the door into the bathroom. Bucky carefully holding her in his arms as her little hands smack the wall in excitement.

“Ma! Ma! Bubba bub maba ma!”

You smile in the mirror at her before turning to swoop her up into your arms, “Hello, little Becca Bear! Look at you! Yes, look at you!”

Her legs kick happily in your embrace, grabby hands reaching for your hair, as she blows drooly bubbles with her mouth.

Bucky moves around the door, looking like a fucking dream in his leather jacket. He leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Your mom just pulled in.”

Shifting Becca onto your hip, batting her hands away from your hair, “Okay. Think we have everything ready. I have her schedule written down.”

He grins as his little girl reaches out for him. Dropping a kiss to the top of her head, letting her wrap a wet hand around his vibranium finger. Desperately trying to bring it up to her mouth to slobber on.

The bags were packed, milk was in the fridge in carefully measured out bottles, an overly detailed play-by-play schedule was clearly written out on the fridge. And you still felt like you were forgetting something. You could tell that he was feeling it too. 

“There’s my granddaughter!” Becca was swooped into a tight hug.

And as Bucky put your bags in the car and you gave the rundown to your mom, you still felt that growing sense of anxiety in your stomach. 

Her hand was gentle on your arm as you finished explaining the meal plan for the night, “I was the same way the first time you stayed with your grandmother. Just try and enjoy it together, she’s in good hands.”

Becca squealed as she was tickled under the armpits. 

She was with the best person for the job. Not to mention the three constant SHIELD agents on standby outside the perimeter of the house. You had made the move three months ago. Leaving the comfy apartment in the Heights for a spacious farmhouse upstate. It was so damn hard to leave that little slice of paradise, feeling like you were leaving part of yourself behind - so many memories were there. But Becca was starting to move around, rolling mostly, and it quickly became apparent that a tiny studio wasn’t going to fit your needs anymore.

To the small town, you were simply known as the Smith family. You were a freelance graphic designer that worked from home and your husband worked in the city an hour north. It was safer this way, for you and Rebecca. SHIELD was constantly monitoring the area, agents were stationed in safe houses nearby, and of course, you were an agent and your husband was the Winter Soldier. You could tell it still wasn’t enough to ease the worry in his eyes some days.

“Now, she can take Tylenol if they’re really bugging her. I have the dosage circled there, four hours between doses. Teething rings are in the freezer, she really likes the blue one.”

“Sweetheart, we’ll be fine.”

“I know, I just - ” you gripped the straps of your purse, trying to remember if you had everything in order. Eyes sweeping the room, double checking the setup. Gaze falling to the happy girl in your mother’s arms, chewing on her necklace with content little slobber sounds.

Bucky’s hand is a warm anchor on your shoulder. Standing behind you, feeling every bit of fear you’re experiencing. 

“If we don’t go now, we never will.” He presses a firm kiss to the side of your head, staring at Rebecca.

She is hugged and kissed and kissed once more by both of you before you force yourselves out the door. 

Giving a bright laugh as Bucky opens the car door for you, such an unusual happening these days. His arms were usually too full with the car seat and bags. Gazing into the side mirror as he drives down the dirt driveway, blue house and porch lights fading into the distance. Grandma and Becca waving from the doorway.

Bucky’s hand finds a resting spot on your upper thigh, warm fingers giving a gentle squeeze. You glance into the backseat, staring at the gray car seat base.

“This feels so weird,” you murmur.

He nods, lips drawn tight, “I know.”

Your hand settles over his as you move through the dusk-lit streets. Golden street lights blur by as you merge onto the freeway. The breeze through the cracked windows is gentle and warm. Fearing the thoughts bubbling up in your head with each passing moment, you reach for the radio. An upbeat funk song plays through the speakers.

Driving through the city, past the college, and late-night dinner-goers. You settle down in an upscale restaurant. Enjoying a glass of wine and a shared plate of kettle chips. Conversation is easy and warm. Giving out the smallest bits of information about his last recon mission, casually glossing over your intel work. Planning a shopping trip at the end of the week.

“We should do a roast.”

“Think I have a bag of potatoes in the pantry. Can have it in the slow cooker for the day, no problem. Mmm,” you pause around a bite of chicken, “We need more wipes too.”

And then you were back to Rebecca. She did this the other day, do you remember when she did this, can you believe we have a seven-month-old already, I can’t believe how big she’s getting, I wonder if she’s already sleeping?

Savoring the sweet taste of cheesecake, he grabbed your hand. Fingers rubbing across your knuckles. “You look beautiful.”

You finish the last of your wine, “That jacket needs to be worn more often.”

His smile is smooth and bashful as he looks down, the faintest blush falling on his stubbled cheeks. You let your fingers entwine on the tabletop, a flirtatious foot running up and down his calf under the white linen tablecloth. Dipping a finger into the strawberry topping, lazily sucking it off as you stare up at him. He smirks as he waves down your waiter.

Gripping your side tightly as he guides you out to the car. Sneaking a hand down to your backside before you get in. You give him a little look of fake surprise, batting his arm playfully as you duck into your seat. He moves around to the driver’s side with a throaty laugh.

He carries your bags down the hotel hallways. Broad chest looming behind you as you unlock the door, breath hot on your neck. As you turn on the table light, he drops the bags by the door and puts the deadbolt in place. Letting his jacket fall on top of the bags, kicking his boots off into the open closet as you slide your own shoes off. Turning back to look at him, all rough and ragged and God damn gorgeous.

Moving towards you with a slow stride, blue eyes dark and piercing, he pulls off the gray cotton t-shirt and flings it behind him. Large hands find a place on your hips as he leans down for a firm kiss. His lips are soft as you tilt your head to the side to deepen the embrace, tasting the steak and beer - that wouldn’t actually get him drunk - lingering there. He steps closer, pushing a leg between you. His knee presses in against your dress, rubs up along your aching center.

You smile into the kiss when you feel his hands reaching low, tugging the hemline of your blue dress up. You part as he pulls it up and over your head. Looping your fingers through his belt, you tug him closer, baring your teeth at him.

Bucky moves his warm hand up to cup your face, walking you backwards until the back of your legs hit the white comforter on the bed. The vibranium hand is cool on your bare hip. Moving your own hands back around to his butt, grabbing a handful as you push up into him. His teeth scrape along your bottom lip as you try to push your tongue into his mouth. 

Dipping your hand into his pocket, you pull out the leather wallet and toss it on the bed behind you. Pushing the knee between your legs further up, bending it to rest on the bed, he guides you down onto the soft sheets. Hair pooling around your head, you gaze up at him as he unbuckles his belt. He pulls the dark-wash jeans down and kicks them off against the wall. Right hand moving down to readjust the growing bulge in his red briefs. His gaze never leaving you. 

Squeezing your legs together as he moves back over you. Resting on his elbows on either side of your body, making the bed dip as he settles down. Your hands move into his hair as he kisses you with a deep longing, moving down your neck to suck and bruise the sensitive skin.

Warm fingertips dance along the top of the black nursing bra - the only one that fit you anymore, unfortunately - moving carefully and gently to avoid any sudden pressure. You rock up against his knee, growing impatience.

Dropping a kiss to the top of your breast, he picks his head up with an amused smile, “There’s usually a crying baby right about now.”

You stop grinding, hands moving to rub up and down his biceps, “I know. I’m still waiting for it, to be honest.”

Bucky gives a warm laugh as he presses a kiss to your cheek, “Come here, doll.”

Moving up to the headboard, he pulls you into his lap. Lazy hands moving to your hips as you grind against him with a languid kiss. Hands run down his chest, fingers skating over the scars and bruises as you move. Fingers splayed over your ass teasingly tug at your panties. You pull your hands away to unclip your bra, tossing it somewhere over the bed. You feel a twitch of fabric against your core as Bucky gives a small groan.

He flips you over, laughing when your head hits the pile of pillows. Moaning when he drags his tongue down your chest. Licking along the fading stretch marks on your stomach and hips. Hooking his fingers into your panties, he pulls them down your legs and tosses them away. Staring down at you with darkened eyes, he lazily rubs his bulge.

“So fucking beautiful, baby.”

Your smile is warm and relaxed as you take him in. His cock straining against the confines of his briefs. Holding out a hand, he lets you pull him down. You move together just like you used to - all slow and leisurely. The sense of need and want and desire was there, burning under the surface of each touch and caress. But there was no need to hurry.

This wasn’t the time for hidden kisses and frantic quickies wherever you could manage. A baby isn’t crying, a cat wasn’t jumping on the bed, chores didn’t need to be finished, work wasn’t in a few hours. It was just the two of you. In the little world of your own creation, just like you had lived when you were in the apartment; the place where time and responsibilities and outside commitments didn’t exist.

Bucky ruts up against you with deliberate thrusts, sucking a mark onto the junction of your neck. Gentle fingertips grazing down your body, skirting your thigh, and finding your wet center. Fingers brushing up against you, coated in your wet slick. A thumb languidly rubbing your clit, a hot mouth on your clavicle.

Hands tighten in his hair, pulling him close for more, right there, god yes. Brushing a chaste kiss to your lips before gliding down the bed. Bucky pulls your thighs further apart, trails his tongue up to your core, moaning a prayer into your cunt. Licking the words of unsaid poetry into the burning wetness between your legs.

Pulling his hair as you groan loud and unabashed - there’s no reason to muffle yourself here, and he knows it. He gazes at you over the valleys and hills of your body as your back arches in ecstasy. Breathy moans growing higher and higher as you pulse with the waves of your orgasm. He takes everything you give him, face shining with cum and saliva as he sits up on his arms, a wicked smile in place as he looks down at you.

Relaxing into the comforter, running a hand through tousled hair, you stare at the head of his leaking cock peeking out from the top of his briefs.

“Want you,” reaching out to him with a murmur.

He surges down, crushing his lips against yours before leaning back. As you grab his wallet, pulling the condom out, he’s tearing his briefs off. His proud pink member juts out, wrapping a hand around the glistening head as he strokes himself. He takes the wrapper from you and tears it with his teeth, rolls it on with ease. And then he’s crawling up your body, bending your left leg with his hand as he lines himself up.

“Oh, fuck, doll,” he groans as he slides in, head dropping down with a laugh.

You smile up at him, run your hands up and down his arms reassuringly as you squeeze around his cock. He drops an open-mouthed kiss to your chest, thrusting in slowly, savoring the stretch and feel of your warmth. You let him set the pace, relaxed and easy; as though he plans to spend the whole night doing just this, no other cares or worries - just this.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you draw him closer. He folds himself over you, head hovering over your shoulder, wet kisses dropped to your hot and sweaty skin. You bite down on his neck, hard, when he hits that spot ooh, just right there, fuck, baby, yes!

Pulling your leg from his waist, he hikes it up and over his shoulder, thrusting deeper, pace increasing as sweat beads on his forehead. Sore and aching for more, you grab a rough handful of his hair and force a kiss to his plump lips. He growls into it, biting your bottom lip as he rocks into you.

The vibranium hand next to your head mechanically whirs as he forces all of his weight on to it, sinking down into the fluffy comforter. Grunting rough little yeah, yeah, yeahs as he sinks into your aching core at a blistering pace. Cumming with a guttural groan, his teeth scraping your ear as you squeeze around him. 

Ragged exhales as he regains his footing. Soft kisses are given to sensitive skin and red bruises. His eyes shine as he sweeps the hair from your face, a look of complete wonder as he leans down to kiss you with a gentle passion.

Cuddled down into the sheets, your back leaning against his chest, a warm hand tracing designs on your arm. The soft sounds from the TV play as background noise as you pass the bag of vending machine candy back and forth. Snaking a hand up to his face, pulling him down with a grin to kiss him again and again.

Flicking through the three photos of Rebecca that were sent your way: drooling over her teddy bear, covered in mashed carrots, sleeping on your Mom’s lap. You both missed her. Even just one night away, as heavenly as it was, was too long.

Bucky wraps you into a tight embrace, your fingers dance over the plates of his metal arm. Kissing the side of your head, he hums, “Happy Anniversary, doll.”

For tonight, he’s all yours and you are all his. Tonight, you can celebrate a year of marriage, just being Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. In the morning, you’ll revert back to Ma and Ba, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You turn your head, craning your neck to look up at him, savoring the moment. “Happy Anniversary, baby. Now let’s sleep like we haven’t had it in seven months.”

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I watch as she dances around the kitchen making dinner as if nothing’s happened, my heart tearing open with every move she makes, every smile she sends my way, every glance over her shoulder. I can’t carry on hating myself for loving her even after everything’s that happened, but that means leaving her for good and giving up on any hope of reconciliation that may be left.

Mornings have become like torture when every time I wake there’s a blissful few seconds of complete and utter ignorance, then every hurtful memory comes flooding back as tears prick my eyes unintentionally, as if they’re warning me of what’s about to be remembered.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” she asks as her hands land on my shoulders and slide down my arms seductively.

“Just thinking about how good that smells,” I reply as her lips work their way around my ear.

“Nothing else?” she questions with a whisper.

“Nope,” I lie.

She moves away from me to the oven as the timer goes off and although I need to get away from here, from her, to begin to heal all I can do is stare at her backside as she bends over to slide the tray out, and her hips sway from side to side as she saunters over to get the plates from the table. Suddenly all I want to do it stay right here.

A distant ringing sounds out from in the living room and I recognise it as her phone, but I wait patiently until she turns to me with an awkward smile and her eyes give her away as she flicks them to the doorway behind me. Does this mean it’s still happening? Is she still talking to him? I shouldn’t have to ask these questions every time her phone goes off but this is what she’s made me do, and I can’t stand it.

“Want me to get that?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“Sure,” she replies slightly hesitantly, knowing it could get her in the shit if it’s lover boy.

“Back in a sec,” I grin.

I look at her phone screen to see a missed call from her mum and relief washes over me until I unlock it to see messages from an unknown number. What have I become? Looking through her phone at messages that make me feel sick and angry and betrayed. It’s all just a game to her, and this proves it; she doesn’t care for anyone except herself, how can she when she’s sending these kind of messages to someone other than me?

“Ben, what are you-” she stops talking as soon as I meet her eyes and she sees the first tear roll down my cheek.

“How could you?” I ask, gripping onto her phone tightly as if it’s strangling the love I have for her.

“What do you mean?”

“After everything! How the hell have you slept next to me every night knowing what you’ve done?” I almost shout as more tears continue to escape.

“I haven’t-”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare lie to me. Are you not ashamed in the slightest?”

My palms are sweaty, my teeth are grinding together as I wait for an answer that clearly isn’t coming, and I throw her phone down onto the sofa before storming upstairs to a pack a bag and get out of this toxic environment. She doesn’t follow, she knows she’s fucked it up completely this time, and when I get back downstairs she’s sitting at the kitchen table crying quietly.

“I love you. You have no idea what that means do you?” I ask as I stop at the doorway and watch her, “weren’t you scared I’d find out again? You obviously deal with the pressure of keeping secrets very fucking well. I can only hope that you lose some sleep over this tonight because I am done.”

I turn away with my bag and head towards the front door but she soon rushes up behind me and grabs onto my sleeve in desperation for me to stay. I face her but all she does is stare at me, tears not even bothering to fall now, and even though there’s a voice inside my head that wants her to fight, to beg for me to stay, I’m not that desperate or crazy to actually do it this time. I’ve become something I don’t want to be any more, and this is the turning point for me right now, this is the end of it all.

“What?” I ask a little harshly.

“Just… I’m sorry,” she sighs as she lets go of my shirt.

“I’ll be back tomorrow while you’re at work to pick the rest of my things up. You did this to us, not me,” I remind her.

I walk out with my head held high and I know that tonight I’ll be the one sleeping peacefully without a worry or a care in the world; the healing begins now and I will no longer let myself feel how I felt during the last few weeks.

How do you sleep? - Sam Smith / Ben

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