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"Princess" - Feyd Rautha x Reader

Summary: Feyd Rautha makes it his mission to seduce you, the innocent younger sister of Princess Irulan.

TW: DUBCON, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, physical violence/death (not any main character), primal kink, blood kink, knife kink, breeding kink, oral f receiving, size kink, tummy bulge, creampie, p in v sex, unprotected sex, feyd rautha has black cum pass it on, overstim, corruption kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity

Word Count: 3,500

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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The task was simple. Seduce one of the Emperor’s daughters. Feyd waits at the landing pad, standing just beside his uncle. After the Emperor disembarks, Feyd sees who he assumes to be Princess Irulan. She approaches him, a smile on her pretty face. She doesn’t seem averse to his pleasantries, so the young Harkonnen thinks his plan may go more smoothly than he initially anticipated. However, he is thrown for a loop when he sees you.

You are every bit Irulan’s opposite, except in beauty. Yours rivals hers, if not outshining her entirely. But you seem shy, keeping your distance from him and offering nothing more than the necessary pleasantries. You are so sweet looking, with bright doe eyes, full soft lips. Your father introduces you to the Harkonnens and you dip into a low curtsy, showing your respect though you keep your eyes averted, not meeting his gaze.

“Baron Vladimir. Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. It is an honor.”

Your voice is pleasant, like honey in his ears. Your dulcet tones are a welcome change for him. Feyd regards you curiously, the way you shrink behind your sister and father, content to dwell in their shadows. You are a shy one. He’s not sure he’s ever met anyone as shy as you. And it makes him want to peel that away, to see what lies beneath. He wants that more than anything he’s ever wanted in his life. The Baron announces that Feyd is to escort you and Irulan around Arrakis. Before Feyd can say anything, he sees you turn to the Emperor.

“Father, I am quite tired from our journey. The heat is getting to me, I believe-”

Yes, Feyd is feeling the effect of it too, his blood turning to lava the longer he looks at you. He watches as the Emperor fixes you with a stern look, telling you that it is rude if you do not accompany your host. You quickly nod, ever the dutiful princess, walking to stand beside Feyd, Irulan on his arm. He watches this with amusement, offering his arm to you, but you pretend not to notice, walking with your hands clasped in front of you.

Your first stop is the spice refinery. Irulan seems utterly bored standing in the shade as you all watch the workers go about their business. You, on the other hand, seem intrigued by the spice production, weaving your way through the factory, speaking to the workers. Feyd’s gaze follows you as you walk, unaware of the effect you have on those around you. He sees the way the men’s eyes move along your body, your dress clinging to you as you begin to perspire from the heat, a thin sheen of sweat covering you as you continue marveling at the refinery. Irulan notices this and immediately drags you away by the arm.

Feyd hears her scolding you, while you remain baffled as to what it is you’ve done, “Wha- Irulan, I didn’t do anything…”

He bites back the urge to laugh at your oblivious nature, the pout on your sweet lips as the three of you leave the refinery for the arena being almost irresistible. It’s almost sickening, how innocent you are, how sweet you are. You look at the arena, your voice low, almost… Frightened.

“What is this place, my lord?”

You’re driving him crazy, calling him by his title so sweetly.

Feyd responds with a smile, though there is no kindness behind it, his voice a low rasp, “The gladiator pit.”

“Gladiator pit?” You repeat nervously, “You mean…”

His smile turns cruel as he leans in to whisper, almost conspiratorially, “It’s a place where men fight to the death, Princess.”

You look at him, entirely bewildered as you question, “For what purpose?”

“For the entertainment of the people.”

He watches the horrified expression that slowly colors your face. It’s that purity, that inherent goodness in you that he desires to corrupt so badly. It stirs something deep inside him. He watches as you blurt out that the whole thing is barbaric, going silent when your sister shushes you. You glower at her as the three of you take your seats, Feyd sitting between the two of you. The whole thing seems to bore Irulan, and Feyd wonders if your sister finds anything interesting. You, on the other hand, seem repulsed. One of your hands grips at the armrest of your chair while the other covers your mouth as you watch the two former Atreides soldiers fight to the death. Feyd is equal parts enthralled by the fight itself and your reaction to it. His body grows hot as he watches hide your face when the fallen gladiator’s corpse is carted away.

Feyd decides to shake things up, standing up and volunteering for the next fight. Your eyes go wide as you turn his way and you speak quietly, uttering something about feeling light-headed, needing to lie down. It fills him with confidence and excitement, a wave of lust surging through his body as he shakes his head.

“Princess, this will be over before you know it. Don’t leave without me. You won’t be able to find your way back.”

He can feel your gaze on him as he fights. He glances over at you, seeing your expression twist into equal parts horror and intrigue. Feyd knows he’s as graceful as he is brutal, as ferocious as he is beautiful. It likely sickens you, the way he beats his opponent into the ground, adrenaline flooding his veins, his thirst for blood only surpassed by his thirst to show you what he’s capable of. By the end of the battle, blood covers his face, though none of it is his own. As he walks back toward you, he wipes it away, thanking Irulan for her congratulations, while you look as if you’re about to be sick. He stares at you and your sister elbows you, giving you a sharp glare.

“Well fought, my lord,” you manage to mumble.

Your praise, no matter how forced or insincere, is music to his ears. You refuse to meet his gaze, eyes trained on the floor as the three of you begin to make your way back.

When you reach the palace, Irulan declares that she has something she needs to do and begins walking away. Feyd smirks to himself, watching you grab her hand pleadingly, saying that it’s almost time for dinner, that the two of you should go get ready together. Irulan is dismissive, seemingly wanting to be rid of you and go off on her own. You watch her, dejected and abandoned as she disappears from sight, leaving you alone with Feyd. He moves closer to you, resting his hands on your shoulders, startling you as he presses his front up against your back.

You turn to face him, doing your best to sound calm as you request, “Would you mind having one of your servants show me the way to my chambers, my lord? I would like to rest before dinner.”

“No, I will walk you myself, Princess. I’d like to show you something along the way.”

You swallow thickly, but nod nevertheless and begin to walk alongside him. You do your best to keep a distance, but fail as he pulls you against his side, his arm still wrapped around you, fingers stroking the warm, bare skin of your shoulder. He can feel you trembling against him as you speak.

“What was it you wished to show me, my lord?”

“Why, my chambers of course,” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You let out a nervous laugh, one that is entirely forced as you reply, “Is that appropriate? I really think I ought to go to my own chambers, my lord. Thank you for taking my sister and I to the refinery and the arena, but I’m quite tired-”

“I don’t think you are,” he says, his voice colored with both playfulness and an unmistakable hint of malice as he rounds on you, standing before you and cutting off your path, “I think you wanted me to walk you to your chambers so we could be alone.”

You look up at him, shocked at the insinuation and shake your head, your lower lip trembling slightly, “My lord, I assure you, I am indeed tired-”

His hands move to grip your waist, pulling you flush up against him, his hold unrelenting as he smirks, “Is that so? Perhaps I can help you relax. After all, the bed in my chambers is so much more comfortable than yours…”

Feyd wants to curse his bad luck when he hears the Baron’s voice calling out to him. In the split second that he diverts his attention from you, you break out of his hold and run down the hall. It takes Feyd a split second to decide to ignore his uncle in lieu of sprinting after you. After all, was his mission not to seduce you? His uncle will understand.

Your footsteps echo through the corridors and he hears your breath, soft pants as you do your best to get as far away from him as possible. You may have had a head start, but this is Feyd Rautha. You never stood a chance running from him. Before you can open the door to your chambers, to safety, he grabs you by the wrist, tugging you to him so that you stumble against his chest. You struggle against him, thrashing about, even attempting to use the Voice.

“Let me go!”

Interesting. He only knew of Princess Irulan being trained in the ways of the Bene Gesserit, but apparently, so have you. He chuckles, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he pulls you closer to him.

“Your attempts to use the Voice are adorable, little one. Perhaps with practice, you might be able to succeed one day.”

“Let me go!” You try again, growing frustrated when it doesn’t work, letting out a cry of surprise as the Harkonnen hauls you over his shoulder, grinning as you question in a panic, “Where are you taking me??”

Feyd ignores your question, stalking the halls, making several turns before he arrives at the door to his chambers, kicking the door open. He locks it behind him before unceremoniously tossing you onto his plush bed, watching you scramble backward, trying to keep your distance from him.

“S-stay back!” He ignores your feeble command, advancing on you, crawling on top of you until you’re backed against the headboard, nowhere left to run. You glance around frantically before grabbing the blade on his nightstand, holding it out, your hand trembling as you repeat, “Stay back! I mean it!”

Feyd’s eyes flit down toward the blade you wield, darkened teeth revealed as his lips curl into his widest grin yet. He isn’t afraid of you. In fact, the thought that you tried to do this arouses him all the more, makes him want you all the more. He leans in closer, grabbing your wrist and pressing the blade to his throat.

“Go ahead, little one.”

He knows you won’t. Not his sweet princess, the one who nearly fainted at the sight of violence. You meet his gaze, looking between him and the knife, frozen. After a moment longer, he squeezes your wrist, just enough to make you drop the blade, grabbing it himself. He twirls it between his fingers. You stare up at him, eyes wide with fear as he traces your cheek with the blade, watching as you scrunch your eyes shut, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Please don’t kill me.”

“Kill you? Princess, that’s the last thing I want.”

Your confusion amuses him, as you question, “Then what do you want?”

He leans in close, dragging the blade along your jaw down to your throat, tracing your skin, his breath tickling your mouth as he whispers, “To possess you.”

“I’m betrothed, please, Lord Feyd-” You shake your head, your protests falling on deaf ears as he brings the blade up to your lips, tracing them.

“Your betrothed means nothing to me. I’m the greatest warrior in the known universe. And if I want you for myself, I will take you for myself.”

You gasp as he moves his tongue along your neck, tasting your skin, his teeth grazing against you as you whisper, “P-please, I’ve never-”

Feyd groans, your words, your innocence, your inexperience filling him with ecstasy. The power he holds over you, the ability to corrupt you, it’s nearly too much for him to bear.

“Have you ever been kissed before, Princess?”

You shake your head, your entire body trembling as you reply, meeting his gaze, “No…”

Feyd’s free hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you so close that his breath seeps into your own, his intense eyes locked with yours as he moves in closer and closer. You try to turn your face from him, but to little avail. His fingers knot themselves in your hair, holding you in place, his blade still pressed to your neck.

“You are meant for me, little one.”

You gasp as he presses his lips to yours. His kiss is bruising. Possessive. Hungry. And all the while, he keeps his blade to your throat, his hand in your hair, not letting you pull away. He senses the fear within you, and knowing he is the cause of it gives him a thrill he cannot describe.

When he finally pulls away to allow you to catch your breath, he admires his handiwork. Your lips are glossy and swollen, your chest heaving as you stare at him, doe eyes wide with shock. Feyd keeps his eyes on you as he moves the knife lower, to your shoulder, slicing open one of the straps of your dress. Before you can utter a word of protest, he slices open the other, practically ripping the fabric from your body to reveal your bare form to him. You move your arms to cover yourself, hiding your curves from his eyes. Feyd won’t have that. He grabs your wrists with his free hand that doesn’t hold his blade, pinning your arms above your head. Your breathing comes in soft, shallow pants, held hostage in his gaze as his eyes trail along your body. He smirks at the sight of your breasts, so round and full, your stomach, the small patch of curls that covers the paradise that lays between your thighs.

Feyd drags his knife down to your breast, making a small cut, reveling in the sharp inhale you take at the sting. His tongue immediately goes to lap at the wound, lips circling around your pert nipple, suckling at you, eyes still focused on you. He nips at your sensitive flesh, lips tinted red with your blood. You let out a soft moan at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, your muscles taut with tension at the pleasure you feel from his ministrations.

“Please…”

That tiny little whisper is enough to drive him mad. He moves to trail his lips down to your stomach, his tongue circling your navel, grinning at the way you squirm as he nibbles slightly. He moves further and further down, letting go of your arms, trusting that you realize resisting him is futile. He pushes your knees apart, grin widening at the sight of your folds, glistening with evidence of your arousal. You look at him, feeling horrified and humiliating, trying to close your legs. But Feyd snarls, the animalistic sound startling you, allowing him to shove your legs apart, biting down on the soft flesh of your inner thigh, soothing the pain with his tongue soon after.

“Don’t be embarrassed, little one. This only shows what I already knew. That you’re mine.”

“F-Feyd…”

Your breathy gasp turns into a wanton moan as he buries his tongue inside you. His grip on your thighs is almost bruising, his blade cool against your flesh as he licks and suckles at you, almost furiously. Your hips buck up against his lips, your entire body trembling as he fucks you with his tongue. You close your eyes, writhing with pleasure at the feel of his nose pressed flush against your little bundle of nerves, his tongue lapping at your slick folds. He can sense you’re close, with the way your cries grow higher in pitch, reaching a crescendo as you spill yourself on his tongue. But, greedy man that he is, he continues, lifting your thighs up over his shoulders, continuing to mouth at you, your keening moans spurring him on. The obnoxious groans he lets out, the slurping noises as he laps up your arousal, it makes him hard beyond belief.

When he’s finally had his fill, Feyd pulls back, a dirty grin on his lips, flipping his blade around so that the hilt is turned toward you. Before you know it, he’s pressing it against your sensitive pearl, watching as you whimper at the sensation, the swollen bud already overstimulated by his tongue, before pushing the hilt inside you. He chuckles, watching as you thrash against the bed, moving it in and out of you, listening to you whine and mewl his name, begging for him to stop, but pulling him back the moment he moves away from you. Feyd continues pumping the blunt instrument in and out of you until he sees your body go lax. He pulls the blade away, grinning at the way your juices now coat it, licking it clean.

“You’ve been so good for me, Princess,” Feyd rasps, “Now, let me reward you.”

You watch as he disrobes, his body pale and smooth with lean muscles, his cock long and thick. He slaps the fat head of his against your pearl repeatedly, making you cry out his name, the sensation being too much. And then, without warning, he pushes inside you. You moan his name, your legs wrapping around his waist as if by reflex as he sheathes himself inside you, letting out a hiss at how tight your walls squeeze him. Feyd takes a moment to admire the sight of the outline of his cock against your stomach, pressing down against it, reveling in the squeal you let out at the feeling. He pushes your knees to your chest, your ankles resting on his shoulders as he begins to rut against you.

You stare up at him, eyes pooling with tears, not from pain but from pleasure as he fucks into you, slamming his hips against yours over and over again, the fat head of his cock bullying against that spot deep inside you that has your toes curling, your breath catching in your throat. You lose all will to resist him, wondering why you wished to in the first place. Why do you care for whatever betrothal your father set forth for you? You know that no one will ever make you feel the way the man above you right now does, his cock splitting you open as he brings you to your peak.

He continues, gritting his teeth, mouthing at your breast, his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing furiously as he nears his end, feeling your walls clenching around him like a vice, knowing you’re already close once again.

“Come for me again, little one,” he snarls, “Come for me, Princess. You’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you full of my seed, going to fuck you till you beg for me to stop.”

“Please, Feyd…”

You gasp, your arms wrapping around his neck as his lips capture yours once again in a searing, heated kiss. Every thrust brings him closer to his end, the idea of breeding you, making you the lady of House Harkonnen…

He spills himself inside you, hot ropes of his seed painting your womb, feeling your body tighten around him, your own peak finding you moments later. Feyd pulls out of you as he softens, replaces his cock with his fingers, pushing his cum back inside of you, smirking at the sight of the black fluid painting your cunt, the way you quiver against his touch.

You lay there, gazing up at him as he lays on top of you, his hand caressing your face in a gesture that’s somewhat… Tender. Feyd’s traces your lips with his fingertips, something akin to a smile on his face as he admires you, the way you lay there beneath him. Though he’s taken your innocence, it would seem that he is still every bit as enraptured by you as he was the first moment he saw you.

Feyd leans in to kiss you once again, smirking against your lips as the door opens, the sound of your father’s gasp of horror, your sister’s surprise, and his uncle’s laughter filling the room.

Arrangements are quickly made and you, the second-born daughter of the Emperor, are wed to the mighty Feyd Rautha, future Baron of House Harkonnen.

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canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

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darthbabie · 2 years ago

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y/n: you know, glenn gives maggie flowers all the time, i wish you’d do that too.

daryl: okay.

*later*

daryl: *gives maggie flowers*

maggie: thank you???

daryl: i am just as confused as ya are.

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Set a Fire in My Heart

Summary: You live in the same building as Bucky and Sam always teases Bucky about going out with you, little does he know that you have feelings for him, and you end up taking him out to a 40's themed bar.

*Warnings - none, pure fluff, kissing, soft Bucky.

You could hear Bucky and Sam's distinct distinct laughter in the hallway of the apartment building as you neared the front door with your laundry basket. A small smile crept its way to your face as you heard Sam's muffled voice teasing Bucky about something, likely something that happened on a mission. You opened your door clutching the laundry basket against your hip, awkwardly bumping into the frame of the door as you squeezed passed. Bucky's head instantly raised as he noticed your door opening and came rushing to your aid, taking the basket from under your arm, "hey, let me get that" Your eyes met and there was a prolonged silence where the two of you just stared at each other, you were completely lost in his angelic blue eyes and all the breath left your body for a moment in pure bliss. He gave you a subtle smile as his flesh hand grazed over your taking the basket from your grip.

"Are you two gonna talk or just stare at each other like psychopaths?" Sam interjected himself, and you were awakened from your trance like state, you gained your breath back and smiled shaking your head. you hummed to yourself shortly, before greeting the pair "Hi" you smiled, Bucky returned the greeting and Sam nodded towards you silently laughing at how awkward the pair of you were.

It was no secret to those looking in that you and Bucky were head over heals for each other, which is why Sam could not understand why in the last year Bucky hadn't asked you out on a date. From the first second he saw you stepping out from the moving van carrying a box, he saw a light in his best friends eyes he had never seen before, and it just so happened you were moving in on the same floor just two doors down, Sam thought Bucky had hit the Jackpot. From that point on every time the two of you had seen each other neither one of you could really talk, too caught up in one another's eyes to say anything, which Sam found to be hilarious.

"How are you? I've not seen you for a while have you guys been on a mission?" you asked genuine concern laced in your voice, Bucky noticed your eyebrows arched with worry ever so slightly which he found adorable. "Yeah I'm good, we have been on a mission across Europe, nothing to major, all is well, how are you though?" - "sure if you call 10 guys in tactical gear trying to assassinate the president of France a 'non major threat' then sure we're all good!" Sam jumped in sarcastically, your eyes bulge and your mouth goes agape. Bucky gives Sam a light slap on his chest with his vibranium limb. "Are you really trying to downplay being a superhero Bucky?" you teased him with a cheeky smile. he goes to reply "I mean-" Sam interjects again "the answer is yes Buck, anyway you got any plans today y/n, or this weekend, or near future?" he hints nudging Bucky who clears his throat and looks to the ground. "no apart from doing my laundry, I actually have some annual leave so I'll just be chilling, hanging out." There was a brief pause where the three of you all looked back and forth between each other. "Umm well I guess I should get on with my laundry then..." Bucky smiles and hands you back your basket as your hands gently outstretch towards him. "It was nice seeing you both, I'm glad your mission went well, I'll see you later" you nod towards both the men giving them one last smile over your shoulder as you head towards the elevator.

as soon as you are out of ear shot Sam hits Bucky's chest, "What the hell man, she just basically begged you to ask her out!" Sam exclaimed arms flailing in the air, a pissed off expression clear on his face. "what no she didn't" Bucky shoots himself down. "Yes she did man! she explicitly told you she doesn't have anything going on for the foreseeable future, if that's not an invitation to ask her out on a date then I don't know what is!" Bucky continued to shake his head and started walking back towards his own apartment.

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It was a few days later and all you had done on your time off was think about Bucky, you had given him so many opportunities to ask you on a date but he seemed to miss every single one. You initially figured it was to do with the fact that he was 106 years old and you were in your mid twenties but you could clearly see that he was attracted to you, from the way he looked at you to the way he acted around you, you had dated your fare share of people to understand what plain attraction looks like, but why wouldn't he ask you out, was he just as frightened of rejection as you? He had fought aliens, and helped saved the world from numerous threats but was too scared to ask out a girl so you thought you would bite the bullet and ask him on a date yourself. simple as that and if he says no, you only ever had to see him in the hallways.

You poured yourself a large glass of wine for liquid luck and downed it, giving yourself a glance over in the mirror, you fixed your hair and made your way into the hallway, taking in a deep breath as you reach his front door, you knock softly on his front door, part of brain praying it was too soft for him to hear to save yourself the pain if he says no, but to your luck, and Bucky's super soldier hearing he opens almost straight away. "Y/n are you okay?" he looks around the hallway to spot if there was any danger, you never knock on his door. "Yes Bucky, I'm good, very good actually, I wanted to ask if you umm... If you would like to go out with me this evening... on a date?" your face was so serious Bucky could not tell if this was a joke that Sam had put you up to. "Are you sure?" Bucky's response made your head tilt, you had never been asked if you were sure you really wanted to go on a date with someone you had asked out, you laughed out loud and shook your head, "I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't sure" you smile up at him and see a blush rise from his neck up to his cheeks. It was a notion you had never seen from him before but one you would grow to love. "Yes, I would love to go out with you" he responds smiling, blush still very apparent on his cheeks. "Okay great, be ready for 8, I have somewhere in mind, dress smart, I'll see you later" with a rush of confidence you brazenly lean in and plant a kiss on his blushed cheeks which only make them burn hotter, you swiftly turn on your feet and practically run back to your apartment with your heart pounding from your chest. Bucky is just left stood at his door stunned, in disbelief that this is actually happening.

As soon as he steps back inside his apartment he reaches for his phone on the counter to call Sam. He hears the chimes of the phone ringing for a few moments before Sam finally answers "What's up cyborg!" HIs voice booms through the speakers, "You tell me Sam, have you been talking to Y/n over the last few days?" Bucky questions him "Y/n, what would I have to say to her?" "I don't know Sam, maybe encouraging her to ask me on a date?" Bucky sighs hoping his sabotaging thoughts were not a reality. "She asked you out!!! Oh wow, when, how, where, when, why?!" Sam practically screams down the phone, "well I'm trying to figure out the why now Sam, did you or did you not put her up to this?" Bucky burst out his frustration. "Man do you really think I would do that to you, no I did not tell her to ask you out, I've been telling you for months that she's into you too! please tell me you said yes?" there is a pause and Bucky lets out another sigh, this time of relief. "Yeah I said yes, we're going out tonight at 8... I'm sorry I accused you, I uh, just really like her and I'm in my head." he hears Sam chuckle from the other end of the phone "I know man, just promise me you'll have a good time"

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7.59pm

Bucky waited promptly by his door fixing his cufflinks, nervously shaking his legs, he thought about going into the hallway to meet you, or to even knock on your door, but he didn't want to scare you off with his eagerness . The second the clock turned 8pm there was a soft knock on his front door, the truth is you had also been anxiously waiting in the hallway, counting down the minutes to tap on his door. He secretly appreciated your promptness, never much enjoying being later for anything. He opened the door to see you standing there, beautiful as ever he thought, hair cascading down in soft curls, half pinned up at one side with a tortoise patterned clip, a deep purple slip dress with a cowl back, it was simple but elegant you thought. Bucky admired you, his eyes drinking you all in, you just looked at him almost laughing as he continued to eye you up and down, he clearly appreciated the effort you had put in. "Hi" Bucky released a breath he didn't know he was holding as he leaned towards you and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, a smile instant on your face, "shall we head out?" Buck just nods in return and takes your hand.

Bucky is confused when you park your car by a convenience store and exit the car nodding your head excitedly for him to follow, he hears your car lock and thinks you must have to pick something up. You take his flesh hand once more and walk towards the worked behind the cash register, a youngish girl looks up from her phone and smiles at the pair of you. Bucky notices you slip her some money across the counter which he finds strange. he eyes the pair of you confused. "I'm looking for starlight, can you help me please?" Bucky is sure you're attempting to buy drugs for a moment in the most casual way possible and is bewildered by your ballsy attitude. "sure, ice cream freezer at the very back, mind the steps" the worker smiles and nods towards the back of the shop and goes back to scrolling though her phone, Bucky is still in utter confusion at the entire encounter. You squeeze Bucky's hand and give him a "come on" in encouragement, amused by his puzzled face.

You reach the Ice cream freezer door at the back of the shop and open the door towards you to reveal a dimly lit hallway and a set of stairs leading to a basement, you outstretch your hand signalling for Bucky to go first, he steps inside the freezer, which is not a freezer at all and walks down the hallway, you close the door behind you, as the pair of you begin to walk down the stairs the sound of 40's jazz music is muffled behind a door. Bucky's eyes begin to light up, you reach the bottom of the stairs and tap on the door in a certain rhythm and the door is opened for you, revealing a 1940's themed jazz bar, 'The Starlight Speakeasy' You smile as you look up to Bucky, his eyes almost filling with tears as he looks around the room in wonder. He knew these places existed but he never thought they would be this accurate, he felt like he had been transported back home, and he was 24 again off to war.

"Is this okay Bucky? I thought you'd like it, if it's too much we can go somewhere else?" you begin to ramble and he squeezes your hands, bringing them up to his chest, "this is more than perfect, thank you... now let me get you drink" he smiles and practically drags you to the bar. The warm crackle of the music playing through the speakers made you feel fuzzy and made Bucky feel at home, he ordered himself a beer and a glass of wine for you, he knows exactly what your favourite is after helping you carry your shopping up to your apartment many times, which made your heart flutter. "I bet it didn't cost you this much money for a drink back in the day" you laughed he shook his head "you wanna know how much a beer cost back then? not even a dime, like 4,5 cents" your eyes nearly fell out of your head "you're kidding right! that's insane, you must think everyone is trying to rob you with the cost of everything these days" Bucky only laughs and shakes his head. The pair of you find a table and sip your drinks, watching couples dancing, your head sways along to the music, and the pair of you chit chat. Bucky notices you sitting more on the edge of your seat, tapping your feet and he takes his chance, just then one of his favourite songs begins playing ' I don't want to set the world on fire' by the Ink Spots. Bucky stands and places his hand in front of your seated figure. You shyly place your hand in his and follow him to the dance floor.

He pulls you close and you instantly breath him in, he smells of cologne and the bitter beer he has been drinking, his flesh arm wraps around your waist and you hold onto his vibranium hand, you look up at him and see his eyes are closed, he looks peaceful, which is a sight you never want to leave your eyes. Your finger traces his finger to the palm of his hand and back to intertwine your fingers again. He opens his eyes at your touch, "Can you feel that, I read that Vibranium can take in kinetic energy does that mean you can still feel things with your hand?" your eyes met his in genuine wonder "I can, it's to do with the electrodes in my brain, but yeah I can feel things" after hearing this you took his hand and placed it against your cheek and leaned into it as you continued to sway. You could feel his pulse beating fast against your chest, he stroked your cheek and brushed his metal thumb across your soft lips, his hand stopped to softly grip your chin and pushed your head up slightly. Your eyes met briefly glancing between the baby blues and his pink lips, your breath hitched and he leaned it, catching your lips in a kiss. You nuzzled your nose against his after your short kiss before going back for more, his hand slid along your jaw holding just below your ear, his other arm tightening its grip, he opened his mouth encouraging you to deepen the kiss, you could feel his hot breath and the taste of bitter against his tongue as you deepened the kiss further. You wanted this moment to last forever but sadly you had to pull away to breathe. Bucky smiled and placed his hand back against your cheek brushing the blush that had risen.

"you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that" Bucky sighs out leaning his head down atop of yours. "oh believe me, I do" you giggle. The pair of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, continuing to dance, kiss, drink and talk the night away, it was the happiest Bucky had been for a very long time.

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darthbabie · 2 years ago

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How do you think Bucky would react to the reader admitting that she has a think for his metal arm?

I feel like he would be cocky about it

Oh, you see. Bucky Barnes is by no means a stupid man. At all…

Being trained as an assassin with quite a sensitive core, he knows which traits work for and against him. Yes, the army taught him plenty and Hydra taught him more. How to use weapons; how to properly use each and every one of them, to sharp shoot and count his ammo while he’s at it. How to abuse technology; how to hack into anything, photoshop a new reality and if he really had to, completely disable a traffic system and lay a country down flat.

But lying, manipulating and intimidating – that he learned on his own. Out of pure necessity. He knows what tone of voice will elicit which response, knows body language to a fault, knows how to ask which question to get the information he needs (or simply just wants) and how to stay quiet until the other person has dug themselves their own fucking grave. He knows how to use himself as his most lethal weapon and has had to.

So he knows damn well what his arm does to people. Yes, he can make it seem dangerous and intimidating. Knows exactly how to make people fear that arm. However, he certainly knows how to work it to his benefit. People’s unashamed curiosity with his arm and… Well, there have been plenty of men and women eyeing the appendage with a little too much interest. Bucky knows his sexuality well and the fluidity within it.

You are no exception. He catches you looking at his arm the same way he catches you looking at his lips. With the same hunger. Catches your heating face, too. Though he wouldn’t be the insufferable, broody, quiet man if he called you out on it instantly. Oh no. If anything, Bucky is a relentless tease, who doesn’t like it when people can’t ask for what they want or need.

When you started fooling around with him, you were already overwhelmed plenty by the unimaginable possibilities with him. Because he is a God. He knows his body perfectly and knows how to put it to good use. On top of that, it feels destructive, the way he can listen to your body and figure it out in a matter of minutes. He’s not only trained – he’s intuitive.

He had gone relatively easy on you in the beginning, only urging you a few times to verbally communicate to him what it was exactly that you were whining for. “Come on, baby,” he’d whispered in your ear with his flesh fingers slowly pulling out of you. “Can’t make you come if you don’t ask me to.”

He has melted your stubborn persona down to a begging, pleading, whimpering core more times than you can count. Relentless with his teasing, and sometimes going as far as to claim that he is a soldier after all, he ‘only takes orders’. Which is something you’ll get back to another time.

Right now though, you have reached your limit. It has been weeks of Bucky teasing something you cannot get yourself to admit. His metal arm. You want him to choke you with it, finger you with it, pull your hair with it– fuck it, you want to suck on his metal fingers until his jeans pop open at the sight.

And it is like he knows (because of course he fucking knows), because all he will do is stroke his fingers lightly over your pulse. Or brush the cold metal over your folds when he admires his next meal. He’s slid the hand into your hair, only to slide it down your back again without twisting his fist into your locks.

Prick.

“What has got you so worked up?” he asks when you writhe in the sheets uncomfortably. His metal fingers tease the apex of your thighs, mindless shapes burning into your skin. Your breathing is heavy and no amount of orgasms in the world could settle this need for that hand.

You bite your lip to keep from blurting out. Maybe it started with you being a bit shy and apprehensive about it, but honestly, now you’re just pissed. Weeks. Weeks he has been torturing you with absolutely fucking nothing at all.

“Bucky,” you breathe, exasperated.

“What, darling?”

You want to fucking scream at him. Honestly, you might.

Taking a deep breath, you swallow your frustrations and open your mouth to say something. But it is his metal, middle finger that dips into your dripping core that has you stutter on your breath. Yet it’s gone before you can moan out your relief.

“Fuck,” you rasp and swallow thickly.

“Hm?” he hums innocently and you want to throttle him.

“Do– ” you swallow again, ”Do that again…”

He forces a confused frown on his face and moves his flesh hand to your cunt, pushing in his middle finger. His flesh middle finger.

You squirm again.

“Bucky,” you grit out through your teeth, jaw clenching.

Suddenly, he’s there, his face inches from yours. Lips brushing your cheek and warm breath fanning your skin.

“Ask for it, baby,” he whispers, refraining from kissing your flushed skin. “Ask for what you want.”

You feel like you’re a child being told off and huff out your frustrations, making Bucky bite back a smile. Silence drags on and on and on. You try desperately to get your scrambled brain in order, especially since his orders – his voice – is another weakness of yours.

“Bucky, please…”

“Please what?”

“I want– ” you pause, quieting your pride like pinching out a candle, “I want your hand.”

“Say it,” he orders, waiting for the elaboration he knows is coming.

“The metal hand, Bucky,” you mutter breathlessly. “Finger me with your metal hand and I will do anything for you.”

Oh, and it is everything Bucky can do to keep his eyes from rolling back at the sound of those words, of that need in your voice. He might be a bit of a sadist, mentally rewarding himself for teasing you to the point of ordering your needs so sweetly. And he might be a secret sub for wanting to drop everything he is to give it to you the instant you ask for it.

His metal fingers are back at your cunt. Playing. Teasing. “Anything, huh?”

You can only let out a strangled whimper, your sweaty back arching when he brushes your clit. Bucky dips down again, brushing a soft kiss right below your ear that triggers a wave of goosebumps over your skin. “I only need you to do one thing for me. I’ll give it to you, I promise.”

You almost sigh in relief, until you realise who you’re dealing with. And you grit your teeth to the point of grinding them to dust, the metal fingers playing with you driving you to the brink of absolute insanity and dangling your release in front of you like chocolate.

“What,” you bite out. “What do I do.”

Bucky smirks and pushes two metal fingers into you, curling them into your spot with so much precision, you see only white.

“Come.”

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darthbabie · 2 years ago

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can i request a fic where reader ann margaret is rude to reader and reader is like what did you say and just starts to beat up(or argue) elvis and memphis mafia are just in shock , elvis gets turned on and it turns into a super smutty steamy sex?

she walks over me

warnings: 18+, rude Ann, beating her up, smut, p in v, filth, choking, typical elvis stuff

pairing: reader x '64 viva las vegas elvis

wc: 1.9K

Elvis was throwing a small party for wrapping up the filming of 'Viva Las Vegas'. He invited the Memphis mafia and a few cast members which included Ann Margaret. You weren't too happy about her being there. You had been dating Elvis for a few years and everything was going so well until she came along. Whilst filming the movie Ann teased and flirted with Elvis multiple times and the worst part for you was Elvis doing it right back. Even when you were on set a few times, they continued to flirt. You tried bringing it up, but Elvis brushed it off as it was 'just a part of getting into the role'. So obviously you hadn't been very fond of Elvis either lately. And you made sure to make it obvious to him. You had been very distant to him.

You talked to him before the party and explained exactly how you felt about what had been going on. Yet this time he understood and listened. He even promised to keep you near him the entire time to show he wanted nothing to do with Ann.

So here you were sitting across the room from Ann, sitting on Elvis his thigh. His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close as possible. He was being extra affectionate and kissed you multiple times. Every now and then Ann would give you a judging glare. She had a tendency of being mean to you, but you couldn't care less.

You listened to Elvis and listened to his friends talk, ignoring and avoiding her as much as possible. Until they started talking about the cute moments Ann and Elvis had on set. You felt like a ghost at that moment. Could they not see you sitting right there? Elvis moved his hand up and down your waist in a comforting way.

You looked at Ann and she had a stupid smug expression. She kept going on and on about Elvis and it was starting to piss you off. Anger poured through you and you knew you had to leave the room or else things wouldn't go too well. So you stood up and walked into the kitchen just to calm your mind for a second. You stood there and drank some water and calmly made your way back into the room.

As you got closer you heard Ann talking to Elvis about you. Elvis didn't sound very interested in the conversation and kept telling Ann to stop talking about you. Ann of course didn't. You didn't understand how someone could be so hostile.

You entered the room again and just as you did, you heard Ann say something rude about you. According to her, you weren't a good lover and didn't understand Elvis. Hearing her say that made you go insane.

Elvis looked up at you and noticed the look on your face. "Baby.." He started but you ignored him. You walked over to her breathless with anger. You stood in front of her staring her down. "What did you say." You asked her, feeling rage taking you over. "I said you're not a good lover." She replied smirking at how riled up you were because of her. You felt humiliated by her.

Right there something snapped in you and anger ran through you like lava. Before you knew it you were beating her up. A silence fell over the room, everyone giving you horrified looks. They panicked and didn't know what to do. You heard your boyfriend say something, but you couldn't understand. Your ears were ringing and everything sounded like it came through a haze.

You continued your attack on her and all of a sudden you were pulled away. Elvis his big arms wrapped around you and pulled you off of her. You were afraid to look at him, you felt he was going to be upset and disappointed. You stared at the boys in front of you. They were kneeling in front of Ann and making sure she was alright. You caught a glimpse of Ann her face and you smiled when you noticed she had a bloody nose, her white dress now blood-stained.

Elvis carried you out of the room and went upstairs. Once he walked into the bedroom he set you down on the bed and stood in front of you. You sat there looking up at him, feeling a little afraid of what was about to come. You looked into his eyes. His eyes were looking down at you dull with disappointment. He shook his head before finally speaking.

"What is wrong with you." He spoke and you opened your mouth to reply but before you could say anything he cut you off. He raised his hand. "No. I don't want to hear it." He said and sat down next to you. He sighed and hid his face in his hands. He felt ashamed at that moment. You looked at him and felt so stupid. You disappointed him. You let your anger control your actions and nothing good came from it. "I'm really sorry." You said softly.

He dropped his hands and looked at you. He nodded. "I know." He replied softly and placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently. "I'm not mad at you." He said, giving you a soft smile. "She was being a bit of a bitch wasn't she?" He chuckled and you nodded. "It was a bad idea inviting her." You replied.

"I know baby." He said and nodded. "But I had to, she was my co-star."

"I guess you're right."

Elvis got closer to you and wrapped his arms around you again. Pulling you in for a hug. You rested your head on his chest and felt his heartbeat fasten. You smiled to yourself as you hugged him back tightly.

"I've never seen you angry before." He said softly, resting his head against yours. You hummed in response. "I liked it." He said and smirked. He broke off the hug and stared deeply into your eyes. "Think I need to put you back in your place for that outburst there." He said and stood up in front of you, he was towering over you as always. You looked up at him with doe eyes, smiling knowing what was about to go down. He placed his finger under your chin and kissed you deeply.

Elvis pushed you down into the mattress and climbed on top of you. You felt like the room was spinning as he started kissing you. Soft moans were leaving his and your mouth. You both needed each other desperately. His big hands wandered your body and one made its way up to your neck softly choking you as he deepened the kiss. It felt as if a match was lit inside you, but it was immediately blown out as he broke off the kiss.

You whined softly and he chuckled at your desperate state. "Need you to be patient for me." He said softly and buried his head in your neck. Placing soft kisses on your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair, but he stopped you. He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them down above your head. "Mm, none of that." He says grinning at you and kissing your neck again. He made his way down your chest and stopped. He pulled you up again so you were sitting and he got behind you. Unzipping your dress and slowly pulling it down your body. He placed kisses along your shoulder and a few down your back.

He threw the dress on the floor. He stared down at your body and smiled. "So pretty mama." He said and slowly unclasped your bra taking it off too along with your panties. You were now fully exposed to him and laid back down again. He got on top of you and started kissing down your body again teasingly. You felt his body pressed against yours, exposing how hard he was for you. You whined. "Want me that bad huh?" He said smirking. You nodded. "Nuh uh say it. Use that pretty mouth." Elvis says running his thumb along your bottom lip.

"Want you so badly." You said softly and he nodded in approval. He starts unbuttoning his pants and slides them off swiftly. His throbbing erection sprang up freely. Elvis got closer to you again kissing your neck as he rubbed his tip between your lips teasingly. You whined loudly as he slid into your pussy, feeling the burn of him stretching you out.

"Yeah, you like that huh mama?" He says looking deep into your eyes and smirking. He started moving inside you slowly, making sure you felt every bump and vein on his cock. "Yeah." You replied softly, feeling so dizzy and unable to speak as he slides in and out of you slowly.

He leaned down to give you a sloppy wet kiss. You placed your hands on the back of his head and he immediately broke the kiss off, shaking his head. "You've done enough with those hands today." He said and pinned your wrists above your head once again. He kissed you again and finally sped up his actions. The room was filled with loud moans and slapping skin. You were sure everyone downstairs could hear the two of you, but that was the least of your concerns right now.

He groaned loudly as he hit a deep spot inside of you making you clench around him. Elvis let go of your wrists and pulled your legs up high around his waist. Giving him a new and even deeper angle inside of you. He thrusts hard and roughly into you, making you moan loudly. "Such a bad girl, beating other girls up f'me." He says and he brings his hand up, wrapping it around your neck to choke you again. You moaned again loudly unable to form any words in response.

Elvis continued his rough attack inside of you and you closed your eyes, pleasure taking you over. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder and started thrusting fast inside of you. You looked into his eyes. You whimpered loudly as he hit a spot inside of you that made you see stars. "That's the spot huh?" He says smiling as he watches your face contort into pleasure. "So tight." He says as he hit the spot over and over again. You can't help but moan loudly as he does.

He attached his lips to the soft skin on your neck, sucking harshly. He pulled back and moved his hand down to your clit, slowly rubbing it but putting pressure. "I'm gonna cum." You say, your voice sounding harsh from all the moaning. "Do it baby, cum for me." He says and thrusts harder into you, fastening the circles he rubs on your clit. "Say you're mine." You said.

You moaned loudly as your climax got closer and closer. "Ah, I'm all yours," Elvis says loudly and you smile at him. That was all you needed to go over the edge. You moaned loudly as you clenched around his cock. His thrusts were starting to get slower and more sloppy. It hit you hard and you rode out your orgasm. At some point, you saw stars.

Elvis began moaning softly into your ear as his orgasm washed over him as well. He came deep inside of you and collapsed on top of you. His head resting on your breast. The two of you panting heavily as you came down from your orgasm. You played with his hair as he lay there.

You chuckled. "Think she knows who you belong to now." Elvis nodded sitting up and pulling out of you. "Yeah baby.. All yours." He says and kisses you passionately.

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darthbabie · 2 years ago

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everyone always lets me down. always.

i know daryl never would.

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Pretty When You Cry — Daryl Dixon

Summary: Daryl hears you crying and doesn’t know what to do.

Warnings: angst / talks of suicide and death / fluff at the end <3

(Ok so originally I was stuck with two people, Daryl or Joel?? So as you can see by the title who I chose, maybe Joel will get his own ? I dunno omg also I used the pet name flower in this.. idc it’s so cute to me,, if you don’t like it.. 😸)

You were not meant to make it. You knew that better than anyone else. The weak die fast right?

So why were you still here..?

That’s what you asked yourself every single fucking day. When you had to walk around camp and see the ghosts of half of your found family. Mostly everyone you loved was gone. They were all useful and great assets to the group.

You? Oh man. You were a good fighter but you often times let your emotions get to you. It’s been years since this apocalypse started and yet you still got sick seeing those walkers.

They were once humans. Now? They’re a ghost in the person they used to be. They’re still there but not conscious enough to gain control over their own bodies. At least that’s how you felt it was like.

The days feel so long and you were feeling nothing but tired. You felt as though it was getting harder and harder to hang on to something here. Nothing was keeping you grounded anymore. Nothing.

You wanted to escape this hell of a place so much. The world was shit. You were scared out of your mind. Tomorrow you could be dead. Dead by a Walker or another human being.

Or maybe even yourself if you had the guts to do it.

Tonight though, it was an old bottle of wine you found on a supply run, you and the quiet of the lonely house you were in, in Alexandria.

You normally shared it with Daryl but he told you he had to do something important with Rick and most likely wouldn’t be back until later into the early night time.

“Daryl? Where are you going?” You pouted playfully at the older man and poked him gently on his rib cage.

He sighed and swatted your hand away, “Doin’ somethin’ with Rick. Said he needed my help with somethin’.��

You pursed your lips and nodded. You didn’t want him to leave cause you knew you’d be lonely and he was one of your only sources of entertainment!

“Your leaving me all alone in this empty houseeee??” You dragged the words childishly and tugged at his vest.

He raised his eye brows at you, a little warning. Then he turned fully around so he could be facing you, “I’ll be back later..”

“Later as in Never.. when do you think you’ll be back Dixon?”

“Real late, flower.”

You smiled at the little pet name he gave you years ago.

You and Daryl were in no way dating. Though you wanted to be, you both didn’t know how to initiate it. Daryl was so.. awkward? You were just bad at talking about your feelings with a man who was a bit scary and you couldn’t really read him sometimes.

With a sigh you nodded, “That’s betrayal right there, Dixon. I’ll see you when you get back..”

He nodded and picked his cross bow up from the table in the desolate dining room. As he started to walk out the door you called his name in a whisper. Must’ve been loud enough for him to hear you cause he turned around and watched your brown eyes flicker with hesitation.

Your hand smoothed the raven curls on your head down towards the puff that sat on top of your head. You were suddenly a bit nervous.

“Be Safe ok? And don’t miss me too much.” your deep brown lips lifted into a smile at the man.

He grunted in response and nodded. Just like that he left and you would wait until he’d come back.

Now it’s past midnight you’re tipsy, not drunk but still able to process things normally. The wine bottle you were slowly sipping on turned into large gulps and soon most of the bottle was gone in an hour or so.

The bedroom felt so empty and too eerie. The bed sheets felt uncomfortable on your skin and oh you wanted nothing but to scratch it off.

Salty tears wet your cheeks and slowly fell down to your neck. The alcohol in your system had you thinking, made you feel all bubbly and weirdly empty.

Your sobs rocked your entire body as your arms enveloped yourself in a tight hug. The sounds of your cries surely could be heard throughout the house. Who knew you had so much anger, guilt and sadness built up in you?

This was not what you were gonna do tonight but there’s always last minute split decisions right?

The door to the house opened and Daryl stepped in bruised and tired. He closed the door and heard you almost instantly. His body tensed up and he readied his cross bow, making his way slowly up the stairs.

The sounds of your sobs got louder as he stood in front of your door, though it was left ajar.

He peeked in and the sight of you left him rigged. He’s only ever saw you cry once and that was when Beth had died. You two were so close you could practically call each other sisters.

Daryl didn’t know what to do so he just watched you. Like a god damn creep but he was confused.

Why were you crying?

Daryl started to walk away, back to his own room until he stepped on one of the old floor boards and it creaked. Loud enough to alert you and pause your sobs.

“Daryl?” Your voice croaked out.

There was no answer from the brooding man so you asked again.

“Daryl.. are you outside of my door being a creep?” You giggled though it was raspy, it made Daryl smile a little.

“I, Uh— heard ya cryin’ from downstairs.. thought it was something goin’ on up here..” His voice was gruff and muffled as he spoke through the small opening of the door.

You hummed. You wiped at your nose with the sleeve of your Henley (Daryl’s that you stole) and sniffled.

“Come in here.. you look crazy just standing there Dixey..”

He grunted and came into your dark room and made his way over to your bed. Daryl just.. stood in front of your smaller figure and looked at you.

You pulled on his vest so that you could hold him in a hug. The position was awkward as you were sitting cross legged on the bed with your face buried in his broad chest and he just held his arms above your back, unsure of what to do.

You tugged on his body harder which caused him to stumble on top of you on the bed. He could feel you smirk against him at what you just did.

“If ya wanted me in bed ya coulda just said somethin’.” He huffed out and still not touching you, made himself as comfortable as he could with you holding on to him like a koala.

“Dixon..” you peered up at the man.

He hummed.

“Why do you keep me around? You’ve saved me so many times I can’t even count how much on both hands.. I’ve done nothing for you In return..” the pout on your lips pulled at his heart strings.

Daryl sighed and said, “I don’t mind saving your ass a few times. Ya don’t gotta do anythin’ in return.”

You sniffled and Daryl internally groaned. He did NOT want to watch you cry and console you cause one thing he was terrible at was consoling someone. His childhood was far from sweet and he wasn’t talked to lovingly or consoled when he was sad. So how could he do that with you..?

“But— bu— I feel like a god damn burden Daryl. Every time I wake up my shoulders feel heavy and my chest feels like there’s a weight on top of them. I— ugh I can’t—” your words cut off with a sob and you cling on to him harder.

Your body shook with every sob that came out of your body. He watched you with a slight frown.

He shook his head and placed a strong arm around your back and a hand on top of your head of curls and patted you like a dog. He was trying.

“No. No yer not that, flower. Man.. if I didn’t meet ya I probably woulda gone insane by now. Yer not a burden baby.. don’t say that.”

“But I am! I— I bring nothing to the team Daryl! I don’t want to— I don’t wanna be here anymore. If I left there w—would be more food and more supplies for the rest of-”

“Don’t you fucking saying that do ya here me? Don’t say shit like that. You’re staying right here with me wether you like it or not.”

Silence filled the room besides your heavy breaths.

He whispered your name, cutting through the thick silence.

You whispered his.

You didn’t even know how much control you had over this man if you just made him yours. He was at your feet at this point. You had him wrapped around your lithe fingers, pulling him in tight.

“‘M sorry.. I’m so sorry Dixon.” You sighed into the crook of his neck, “I don’t mean to drag you in here and comfort me like some baby.. I know you’re probably not comfortable with me like that..” you tried to pull away but he kept you close.

“No.. no I.. I like it.” Daryl was surprised at his own words. Daryl had never been comfortable with a woman like this.

“You like it? ..well then if I had known.. I would’ve been cuddling with you much sooner Dixon..” you giggled at the thought of this man spooning with you, it made him chuckle a bit too.

There was more silence, though now it was comfortable.

“Are ya feeling any better?”

You nodded and looked up at him to find he was already looking down at you.

“Daryl…” you breathed out, ready to ask.. or to tell him something you’ve been wanting to say for a while.

He called out your name and slowly you made your way up to him. Your faces mere centimeters apart and you looked into his eyes, asking for permission. Once you saw him nod slightly you placed your lips on his.

The kiss was slow and gentle. Nothing too harsh or rough. His lips were chapped against your own soft ones. Teeth slightly grazing your lower lip each time your lips connecting again.

You let out a quiet moan when he bit down on your bottom lip and tugged on it as he pulled away.

“Fuck..” he muttered under his breath.

You two stared at each other whilst catching your breath. You were the first to speak up.

“Dixon.. I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now..” you bit your lip in anticipation of what he’d say next, hoping he really did feel the same after that kiss.

He placed his larger hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer so he could kiss your temple, “Love ya too.”

You smiled and kissed his jaw. The hair on it sticking your nose.

The two of you stayed close together like that through the night. Whispering nothing but sweet affirmations and listening to the sound of the nights wind.

Maybe when the morning comes you’ll have a new purpose. Someone to hang on to.

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darthbabie · 2 years ago

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How about reverse cowgirl with Bucky but you are completely on top of him, and him hooking his arm under your leg and thrusting into your kitty so hard yet he decides to be a little mean by putting 2 of his vibranium fingers inside you while his cock still inside and hooking it so they hit your g-spot perfectly that it makes you squirt everytime he hits it

I believe you'll be the perfect writer to write that kind of sfuff, Rosie!

Bucky Barnes x Reader; vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, squirting,

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You and Bucky were on the bed, and you were sitting on top of him, backwards, facing his legs, slowly sinking down on his dick. You breathed heavily, your hands planted on his calves, your legs tucked under you and still you felt shaky and off-balance.

"B-Bucky, I'm gonna fall," you whimpered, his big cock stretching you and it was only halfway in. His hands were firm on your hips, and he squeezed them, the vibranium shifting in his arm and making you squeak.

"Doll, you're not goin' anywhere," Bucky muttered, and pulled you down farther on his dick, making you take the stretch and pain until you were gasping with pleasure, his tip hitting that special spot inside you.

You panted as you adjusted, slowly walking your hands up his firm, thick thighs, until you pushed yourself upright, sat on top of him. Bucky kneaded your hips again, before sliding his mismatched hands up your sides, smoothing over your arms, until he had a firm grip on your upper arms.

"C'mon baby, I told ya, you're not goin' anywhere," Bucky said, pulling you down until you started falling, then he stopped you, controlling your descent, getting you resting on top of him completely.

"Fuck...Bucky don't slip out," you whined as he shifted, propping his feet on the mattress, yours still folded at his sides. He reached down, vibranium and flesh grabbing your calves and lifting you as you squeaked until your legs were folded up by your head.

"You still worried 'bout me slippin' out?" Bucky chuckled, draping your legs over his arms, the vibranium shifting beneath you making you shiver.

Bucky started thrusting, gently at first, teasing you with it before he suddenly started putting more power behind his thrusts, grunts and whimpers leaving you as his big cock stretched you again and again.

"How 'bout now doll, think 'm still gonna 'let you fall' or 'slip out' or some other silly nonsense?" Bucky was relentless with both his words and his thrusts, fucking you so hard you knew you were going to be bruised and swollen.

"No Bucky! I trust you!" you cried out, and his hips stuttered for a moment before regaining their steady, almost too much, powerful rhythm.

"Yeah? You trust me baby? So fuckin' sweet of ya, can't stand it doll. You're too good to me, so I'm gonna be too good to you."

Your eyes widened, staring up at the ceiling in shock as Bucky reached his vibranium hand over and slid a finger in beside his cock. You clenched hard, breath punched out of you, the sting back and intense, nearly bringing tears to your eyes, but Bucky kept moving, sliding his cock in and out of your hole while he kept his finger still.

You groaned, forced to take him like he wanted, literally held into position. "Bucky...fuck, it's s'much," you panted, moaning as he rubbed a second finger against where his cock was pressing deep inside your cunt.

"Aww, havin' trouble doll? S'it too much? No, never too much for my baby," Bucky praised as he pressed his second finger in beside the other, his cock pushing back deep into you.

Your mouth dropped open, your head fallen back on Bucky's shoulder as his vibranium fingers flexed inside you before hooking on your spot, pressing hard just as his dick plunged deep.

You gasped as pressure built inside you and released, liquid squirting out of you above Bucky's dick even as he pulled back partway. "Bucky!" you cried, and he groaned loudly, fucking you hard again, fingers pressing that spot and you felt that release again. You squirted again, to Bucky's absolute delight.

"Jesus Christ doll, that's fuckin' it, soak me baby, drench me, c'mon you can do it," he goaded, every other word punctuated with a thrust and a push of his fingers which set you off, squirting all over Bucky and the bed.

Your mouth was hanging open, your eyes rolled back in your head and still you were coming, body and thighs shaking as you tried to hold on to yourself.

Bucky wouldn't stop making you squirt, but his thrusts were getting sloppier the closer he came to coming. There was a puddle forming on the bed beneath you two, as Bucky lifted his hips repeatedly, forcing you to take everything.

Your back arched as you came dry, spasming around Bucky's dick and clenching tight enough to trigger his orgasm. He came inside you with a pulse and a groan. He pulled his fingers free and buried his cock deep inside you, holding you down against him.

"Take it all baby, everything I give ya," Bucky groaned, and you just whimpered, overstimulated and exhausted, body twitching as he emptied himself inside you, then let your legs drop to the bed.

"Good fuckin' girl," he praised, stroking your still trembling thighs, smoothing over your sensitive cunt and making you jump. "I think this might be a new go-to position, hmm?"

You moaned, already imagining how much he'd make you come and squirt and ruin the bed further. "Yeah doll, get ready for round two."

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darthbabie · 2 years ago

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this is my first time asking for something, sorry if it’s wrong😭 can i please ask for “well this is awkward” drabble with bucky? from the bingo! with some smut and angst maybe? maybe on a mission and they get stuck somewhere together 😏

Pls i love this, thank you for this request! I hope you’ll like it!😋 let me know!

Sorry for not positing a lot, I’m incredibly busy😩

All drabbles will be posted with the tag “1 k followers special” just look for it on my blog:)

Getting close

Warnings: grinding, handjob (over clothes), ruined orgasm, implied sex

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

It was a chaotic mission from the beginning. Nothing went according to plan-first your gun, the the too many agents what weren’t supposed to be at the hydra base and in the end the whole builiging being in a lock down making you unable to leave.

You had to hide, which wasn’t as simple as you expected but I’m the end you two did the most cliché thing that you could think off.

You hid in a closet.

A small one to that.

Bucky was pressed right against your back, so close not even a piece of paper would fit between you two.

The worst part about it all was your crush on Bucky. Since he came into the compound you had already started liking him, he was shy and didn’t talk at first, but you had noticed the little things he did for others-for example whenever he was the first to wake, which considering his nightmares was very often, he prepared Clint’s and Tony’s pots of coffee, because they both often woke very early or in Tony’s case he didn’t sleep much at nights.

For Natasha he always left the first slice of bread since she loved the crispy slice. Sometimes he even took out the peanut butter and jam before she even could walk into the kitchen.

For Bruce he often left the loveseat for him to sit in, since he rather liked sitting alone instead on the couch with others-which Bucky also hated, but he rather sat with the others than make Bruce squish between Thor and and Steve.

For Steve he did so much you couldn’t begin to count it. He made smoothies for them both, prepared movies or other stuff they had to catch up on, he even cooked some meals they hadn’t in their time.

Bucky was a sweetheart.

Everyone knew it, but nobody said it out loud. He rather showed his grumpy face even though everyone knew he wasn’t actually that grumpy.

That’s why you liked him so much. You hoped he- “do you think they’re gone now?”, Buckys voice interrupted your train of thoughts and you looked back at him over your shoulder. He was so close you could feel his breath on your skin.

“Yeah-maybe, we should check, let me-oh…”, you tried to push the door open but it didn’t move a bit. You tried again, the same happened.

You moved a bit more, pushing and pulling at the door, making yourself press a bit closer to bucky. He gasped quietly, his hands immediately grabbing onto your hips, brushing up to your waist. “Could you stop moving so much?” He mumbled, his face blushing which you couldn’t see.

“It’s just-the door doesn’t open. I have to get it open somehow”, you mumbled, trying to pull the door open, making yourself lean into his chest, you ass grinding against Bucky's gun attached to his belt. He gasped quietly, trying to push you away from it. At least that’s that you thought.

“Bucky just take the gun out and nothing will happen”, you mumbled, leaning yourself a bit forceful into the door before once again pulling and leaning back into Bucky, his gun still poking you in your behind.

A gasp escaped his lips and he pressed himself further into the wall, even though he couldn’t get away from you.

“Well….this is awkward…but it’s not a gun”, he stuttered, his hand moving from your waist to his crotch, covering his hardness-which until now you thought was a gun.

Your face heated up at the realization and you didn’t know what to say, slowly looking over your shoulder at Bucky. He was red as a tomato, his gaze glued to the ceiling, his hands still covering his hard cock that was tenting his pants.

“You’re-?-“ “yep.” “And it’s because I gr-“ “yep.” “And-” “can we maybe stop the questioning and just, you know, get out of here?? Not make it even more awkward than it already is?”

You chuckled at Buckys words, nodding slowly. “It’s only awkward if you make it awkward”, you mumbled, feeling a weird tension slowly growing between you. Only a moment later you felt Buckys hand on your hips, his breath on your neck.

“Stop me if i'm misunderstanding it…”, he mumbled before his lips pressed to the side of your neck, kissing gently yet passionately. A quiet moan escaped your lips as he suckled at your skin, pushing his clothes cock into your behind, grinding slowly, soft moans leaving his lips at the movement.

You gasped quietly, slowly leaning back into Buckys embrace as his kisses become more passionate, your skin covered in small rosy marks.

“Kiss me…” you whispered, lifting your head. Bucky didn’t need to hear it twice before immediately pressing his lips to your, his arms wrapping tightly around you. For a second you pulled away, only to turn around as quick as possible and pressing your lips one more time onto his.

You both gasped loudly into the kiss as Bucky pulled you closer, rubbing his hardness against you. Your hands slowly brushed down to Bucky's pants, rubbing over his hardness.

The man moaned quietly against your lips, moving himself against your palm, grinding his palm harder in your hand. “Oh fuck-“, he whispered quietly, kissing your neck again and up to your ear, gently suckling at your earlobe.

His heartbeat was racing at his point, the feeling of you this close made him dizzy, the smell of your shampoo so intoxicating, the taste of your skin and lips addicting. He couldn’t get enough of you.

And you wanted more of him. You wanted to feel him, kiss him, devour him. “Buck-”, you gasped quietly when one of his hands found your butt and pressed you closer against his chest. His clothed cock feels huge against your body. God, you needed to feel him. You needed to feel him stretch your cunt so nicely. And if that’s not possible-you just wanted to have him in your palm. His warm skin, his release in your hand when he orgasms. You need it like a fish needs water.

“Fuck-feels so good-I’m gonna-I’m so close”, he moaned into your ear, making you want to touch him even more. You immediately started opening his belt.

But before you could open his pants Bucky pulled away, looking over your shoulder at the door, his face blank and in thought. “I hear steps-four people. Voices…men…Hydra”, he mumbled close to your ear, the movements of your hand immediately stilling. “What? Fuck-do you think they’ll find us-“ “shhh, shhh” Bucky shushed you, pressing his hand to your lips. His breath was still as quick and hard as yours, but he tried to calm himself down.

Which felt like torture.

He was so close to coming. So, so close.

His cock was throbbing painfully. Still hard as a rock, if not more than before. For a second his hips still moved against you, before he forced himself to stop, even if it was the hardest thing he had to do.

Just then a shadow fell onto the door and you could hear voices outside. It didn’t end there, only a second later someone pulled at the door, once, twice. “It’s locked, besides, who’d be this stupid to hide in a closed. It’s the first place people would look into. Come on, let’s get going, we have to find them”, said a man’s voice.

“Especially him. We don’t need the girl”, said the same voice again, stepping away again. You sighed out, a bit louder than intended, the steps stopping.

“You heard that too? It sounded like-” You felt your whole body tense as the shadow reappeared, once again pulling at the door. To get away from the door as far as possible you tried to push yourself closer to Bucky, with him wrapping his arms tightly around you. Just then you heard the lock slowly open- “We need to move, stop opposing over a closet or do you have something to share with us?” “Come on, I told you to stop-“ the voices got quieter as the steps slowly faded once again. This time you didn’t dare breathe.

“Maybe we should get outta here and finish at home what we started”, Bucky breathed into your ear, his half hard cock pressing once again against you. “I’d rather have my time with you…” His lips moving over your earlobe. “I have planned a few things for us…”

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