#I also go feral over a nipple outline

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Task Force 141 with a Small/Flat Chested Reader

[Task Force 141 x F!Reader]

[Warnings: I mean, I talk about tits what more can you expect? It's pretty NSFW, so MINORS GET OUT.]

[AN: iykyk, yk? Anyways. Love the IBTC just bc I think that's cute and I'm in a mood to show this community love <3]

Reblogs are appreciated!

Captain John Price

I think he has a slight size kink, not too big but small tits play into it. Yes ofc he loves all tits but small tits just look so lovely to him. If you wear any bras or whatever, he's staring for the outline. The same thing if you don't wear anything, he might catch a glimpse of your nipples poking through and he likes that. Won't outright say it though.

Loves whenever you wear low necklines, like v necks, scoops, things that show off your chest.

If you wear long necklaces that dip in between? ohohoh. He can't help but stare and whisper the dirtiest things in your ear.

I think he really liked to hug you from behind and playfully rub his hands upwards from your stomach to your chest.

Isn't it cute how his whole hand can envelop them? He really likes to grope you. Especially laying in bed and he spoons you, hands come up? Boom, gotta grab the titty.

Absolutely feral over them. Any insecurities get washed away by how much he wants to touch you and how he compliments you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

I feel like he's a huge thigh guy but your tits are pretty hot to him. Thinks they're super elegant with the way they fit in certain clothes.

He stares. He cannot stop staring. He's feel his face heat whenever you catch him and he covers it in the dorkiest ways possible.

Idk I feel like he's really,,,, silly? With the way he loves your tits. Can't really explain it but just know he's kinda silly.

I think he loves to rest his head on your chest and take naps. But he'll also start kissing just to get you flustered.

He gets pretty sad if you get sad or feel any self doubt over your tits. He really loves how they fit you and how they look once clothes come off.

He has a special love for whenever you wear cute bras or bralettes, whatever makes you happiest I guarantee he's in love with.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

He's super immature about the way he loves your tits. Like, wolf whistles whenever you wear something a little more revealing, makes raunchy comments, it's gotta make you bashful because he thinks that's cute.

Love love loves to suck on your nipples. Like, I don't know he strikes me as a strong titty guy and small tits make him feral.

He'll bite gently because his bitemarks on your tits make him blush. Big on squeezing and generally worshipping that part of your body. And like Gaz, he just LOVES to stare.

Though I think he doesn't actually like the long necklaces? And it's not that he doesn't like that but rather he thinks they detract from your chest just a bit.

He's the world's best hype man. Feeling insecure? Societal standards telling you that you need more? No worries, he's gonna squash all of that in a heartbeat.

You ever see that one vine that was like, 'take them titties out bc I'm trying to see them?' He's,,, the embodiment of that. Good luck ever wearing a shirt for more than a few hours around him when you're relaxing together at home.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

yeah idk about you guys but I think Ghost has HUGE size kink. And to be fair, he kinda looms over everyone but your small tits really put his size kink into high gear.

He's always going to be cupping, rubbing and sucking your tits or at least dreaming about the moment he can again. Loves having you underneath him so he can watch your chest rise and fall, see every part of you but focus on your nipples especially.

He likes how you look in outfits as well, they accentuate your body and make you look gorgeous to him. Also a big fan of necklines that go low. But he also enjoys knowing he's the only man who can touch you there.

Loves when you lay on top of him to cuddle. Something about your chests pressed together is intimate and romantic to him? He wouldn't call it romantic, more like relaxing. He likes physical touch but it takes a while to get there.

Thinks aesthetically, that you're gorgeous. I think he sketches in his spare time, I can't actually remember if that was,,, confirmed or not? maybe I'm hallucinating but he sketches in his spare time and he's drawn your chest before.

He thinks you're beautiful. No part of you needs to change or bend to societal pressures. Insecurity tends to melt away when you're with him because he just... gets you. Knows what to say and how to say it in such a way that it's comforting and sweet.

[justporo]

Listen I have nipple piercings and the last headcanon you reblogged never came to me mind until now but it's omg I love it!

Oh yes, I really did a number on myself with reblogging this because I cannot stop thinking about it (because nipple piercings are really hot to me). And you cannot tell me that Astarion wouldn't go feral about this. Let me paint you a little scene (fem!Tav in this case):

"Oh - OH! You little minx, who would have thought?", Astarion whispered almost more to himself than to you. He had just unlaced your shirt to reveal your breasts with you lying below him - and also the little steel bars decorating both of your nipples.

One of Astarion's eyebrows twitched as he eyed your bared tits hungrily. His long fingers squeezing them while he rolled his tongue around his mouth, eyes glinting mischievously.

You gasped - not even sure if it was caused by his cool fingers touching your delicate skin or the hunger you saw flash in his ruby eyes.

His eyes flicked to yours for a quick moment and then he was onto you, sucking on one of your nipples, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking it, grazing it with his teeth until it hardened to a stiff peak. Meanwhile his other hand was twisting and tugging on the other.

And of course: paying very specific attention to your piercings: swirling the little metal balls at the end around, tugging on them - until the only thing you could do was whimper and writhe because this alone was driving you almost mad.

Astarion kept teasing you, now that he knew your little secret. Especially when you walked around camp in a leisure shirt that - with the right kind of movement - made your piercings outline against the shirt. So he'd find moments to go over to you and tug the shirt in a way, that would pronounce your breasts and the metal pins decorating their peaks. And if you were alone you could be sure his fingers would move to them, tease them between his thumb and index finger until it became a habit. Even when you were just lounging around his hand would automatically move to tug on them not even paying it any mind anymore.

Or well, at least until he'd always realise how turned on it got you. But of course he was also always gracious to fulfill the need he had created.

[jadedxhearts]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 #𝟐

Headcanons about Law having a fixation on your breasts.

Warnings: smut, fem reader

Originally Written May 17th, 2023

I know generally whenever people ask “what do you think Law’s favorite body part on his s/o is” the answer is usually thighs or hands…. However…. Hear me out… Law with a boob fixation (that felt so stupid to type lol)

But anyway.. like…. If you’re alone with him, sitting in his lap or laying in bed with him, he just like… gently grabs one, holds it or kinda runs his thumb around it. But then he just gets worse.

They’d become like fleshy stress balls to him, but he’d never be harsh, no. He’d start with just holding it to squishing it and squeezing occasionally. Then they turn into his pillows. He lays his head on your soft mounds, actually getting some sleep for once as he listens to your heartbeat.

And I’m only adding this since it’s more relatable for me, but: if you had larger breasts? He’d only be a thousand times worse. More space to grab onto, more skin to squish between his tattooed fingers. More plushness for laying his head on. He’d then start holding them in his hands before letting them drop, absolutely mesmerized by the way they bounce.

He’d suddenly act different whenever you wore tighter shirts; others may not notice it, but Law can find every line in the shape of them, where they curve at the bottom and where exactly your sensitive buds would be. And if he can see the outline of your nipples through your shirt? He’d go feral.

If you did that, he’d also tease you for it, discreetly putting a hand around one side of your chest when nobody’s looking, and he pinches and pulls at your nipples, quickly pulling his hands away so you’d be left desperate eventually.

He’d absolutely love it when you ride him, being able to watch as they bounce with every little jump you make with your hips. He’d especially love when he grabs your hips and slams you down onto him, and they bounce around with more force than before. If he’s the one above you, he’ll have you on your back, chest completely exposed to him as they jiggle with every thrust of his cock. He’ll bury his face in them when he cums, his breath hot and wet against the soft skin as he regains his composure.

Which then brings me to my last two points: sucking on them and shoving his cock between them. The first time he buries his face into them while cumming, he accidentally falls in a way that his mouth lands over your nipple, and they get brushed with his wet lips. You let out a different kind of moan, raising your chest as you do so to try and get his mouth back on you. From then on, he’ll become obsessed with sucking on your breasts. Whether it’s teasingly flicking your nipples with his tongue before sucking on them, or softly biting into the skin and marking your breasts. He loves to see the way they’re left so red and wet, covered in his love bites as your nipples look painfully abused, but in reality, it feels amazing to you.

Now… before I get to the titty-fucking, I have a weird ass fun fact to go along with the sucking. Supposedly, if someone sucks on a woman’s breasts regularly enough, they can start producing milk… now I don’t know how true it is but I’ve seen it in random posts before (one I can specifically remember was a Reddit AITA where the girl was like “AITA for not wanting my boyfriend to suck my nipples anymore after they started producing milk?” 💀) but ANYWAY…. If that did happen, it would only drive Law more feral.

And now with that weird ass bit being out of the way, my last point: There’s two ways to go about fucking his cock between your breasts. One way is for you to be laid on your back, with him kneeling above your torso as he lowers his hips into them, forcing you to keep them squished together with your hands while he thrusts into them, and he ends up cumming a little too quickly the first time he tries this. The way his seed lands on your lips and (if he moves away quickly enough) all over your soft chest, is enough to make him want to go for another round of using your breasts to get himself off.

The other way is for him to be sat in a chair with you on your knees, your chest leaning into him as you hold his cock between them, bouncing on your ankles to jerk him, kissing his tip or giving him kitten licks with every thrust upward. This way, he can thrust up into your lips and you’ll gladly take him into your mouth, swallowing everything he has to offer.

So… anyway… I got carried away which probably says a lot more about how I feel about it rather than what I think Law would feel 😭 but is it so wrong to just want Law’s tattooed fingers pinching and pulling on them, groping them whenever he can??

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✪ // SCARAMOUCHE NSFW HCS

tw/cw: begging, slutification, dom/sub, name calling, semi-public sex, bondage, scaramouche shocks u w his electro... (im going to hell), humiliation, gagging, a lil bit of childe watching you and scaramouche fuck

- unless he's really inlove with you, he only fucks you for his own pleasure. you're both colleagues; your supposed to be his secretary. but when he sees outlined curves when you wear those pencil skirts he loves, he can't help but bend you over his desk and take all his stress out on you.

- scaramouche is definitely a switch, not to his own will of course. but sometimes you'll 'overpower' him (only bc he lets u) and take control.

- although he still grunts and groans; he whimpers. if you're bold enough to push him past his limits and overstimulate him or deny him an orgasm— he's a mess. sobbing tears of pleasure and whimpering like a lost cat. next time you both fuck, he makes sure you won't be able to walk for the next week.

- calls you his bitch. and alot of other things.. like slut, whore, and cunt. nothing gives him more pleasure than seeing you feel humiliated.

- won't hesitate to continue fucking you even if he knows somebody is on the way to his office. still rams into you even when he knows theyre right outside his door. tells them to "get the fuck out and come back later." or asks them "would you like to watch?"— once, childe walked in and scaramouche told him to enjoy the show; and that he did. childe also found you quite attractive, and scaramouche didn't mind at all.

you cried out in pleasure as scaramouche's tip kissed the entrace of your cervix with each thrust. caught in a haze of delight, you almost didn't hear the approaching footsteps. you looked up at scaramouche in panic, tried to get up so you could fix yourself, but he gripped your thighs tightly— still fucking into you.

"let them watch, slut."

- if you're being too loud, he'll rip off your panties and shove them in your mouth; making you choke and gag on the dry fabric.

- puts a remote controlled vibrator inside of you every time you come to work; makes him so hard when your both sitting across eachother in a meeting and he turns the vibrations up— your face suddenly turning a deep shade of pink, your mouth struggling to stay closed.

- there are rare moments where he'll be actually having romantic sex with you, not just fucking you for a quickie. he isn't the romantic type, but after you've guys worked together for along time, he found himself fond of you. he'll be calling you baby, sweetheart, darling, etc.

- shocks you with his electro. yeah i said it guys. if he thinks your being bratty during sex— its his job to tame you. he'll harshly pinch your nipples or clit then send a wave of electricity throughout your body, it feels so good but hurts so bad at the same time. you love it.

- leaves bite marks on your neck and then drags you outside of the office so everyone can see.

- sometimes when you guys fuck, he'll leave the door slightly open and he forces you to be quiet, teasing you about getting caught.

- makes you suck his dick under the desk while talking to a fellow fatui member. you try your best to make him feel as good as possible and get a reaction out of him to humiliate him infront of his colleagues, but it never works.

- obsessed with cumming on your face and thighs. we dont know why, he just is.

- goes craycray when he sees childe hit on you. drags you into his office and fucks you on the floor.

- likes to spank you on the ass.. something about your cheeks being a pretty shade of light pink makes him go feral.

- if you guys are on missions together— such as your both staying in liyue for an assignment; he will fuck you anywhere (well almost anywhere). in the alleyways where nobody ever goes but theres still a chance of getting caught, in hotels, by the lakes, literally anywhere.

- makes you just sit on his cock while he fills out papers and stuff. you love cockwarming him and he knows it.

- obsessed with you riding his thigh. knowing that he can make you cum without putting a single finger on you is almost enough to make him cum in his pants.

hope you enjoyed this one! tips + feedback is appreciated!

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Since we’re on a roll here for attuma/namora

I imagine attuma and namora competing on who fucks you the best

1.who can make you cum faster/first

2.who can put you in subspace the fastest/how fast can they break your mind

3. If they can make you squirt (👀)

4.how flustered can they make you

5. Whoever can make you beg first

I feel like sensually speaking they would absolutely worship you as their little princess

1. Jewels/jewelry galore. They’d make sure your every need is taken care for

2.pretty talokan dresses/gowns

3.warm baths with them just taking care of you scents in the tub flower pedals all that lol

Individually speaking

1. Attuma is def a slightly hard domme definitely too cocky at times

-he lovesss the size difference between you and him makes him feel like he has some type of power over you (he does). -He loves your neck and tummy (his hands are basically your necklace) and he gets to see you take his cock watching the outline of him inside of you turns him on so much. -he loves when you misbehave to either him or namora because his punishments are long lasting you will feed it until the next week. -obsessed with your smell and your soft body. -markings make him go feral. He is extremely possessive so the whole world needs to know you belong to him and namora. -BREEDING KINK. Attuma has a huge breeding kink. Always cumming inside, wanting you to give him “little warriors” as he calls it.

Speaking of namora she is more of a soft (can be hard at times) dom.

-She is super sensual, will take care of you immensely. I think that’s be one of her kinks as well having you as her princess giving her an nurturing position/role in the relationship. -would rather praise you than degrade you. -don’t let that fool you tho she is a huge tease. Making you beg for her,faking sympathy when you cry out for her when “it’s too much”, she does punish you at times but you stay her good girl most of the time so punishments are rare. -loves your thighs and lips omg. Wether it’s her in between them lapping up your cunt (btw she can eat pussy like its her last meal)or her just leaving tiny kisses inside your thighs when she’s doing aftercare she likes to watch you suck your cum off of her fingers. -queen of aftercare btw. Fruits, water, washcloths, whatever you need to feel comfortable all there by the time you regain your consciousness. -she loves when you play with her tits (sensitive asf) start sucking her nipples and she damn near cums. -also kind of a service dom. (Might be controversial)

These are my personal hc’s feel free to add some more or change any ❤️

~🧸 anon

So where to start, 🧸anon:

First of all you're right, Namora and Attuma are just the types who put "a little healthy competition" everywhere, and if their partner is the victim, well, even better for them, in my opinion. And yes, as I had already mentioned, my sixth sense tells me that both (as I think Namor too) find it absolutely normal to worship their partner, take care of them, or simply remain faithful to them. As I also think they are mostly protective of their s/o; someone tells you some meanness? too bad for them because they will have the two best Talokanil warriors ready to skewer them like a kebab.

Attuma is really kinky in my opinion, no one can convince me otherwise, this fishman doesn't even know what vanilla means, that's it your honour. The size kink is one of Attuma's main kink, seeing how small you are compared to him, awakens the dirtiest part of him in his psyche, and yeah I think he would love to prepare you to welcome his thick cock inside you ( Namora would be happy to help). Surely with the two of them the foreplay never fails, that's for sure.

"his hands are basically your necklace" GODS, THIS IS SOO TRUE. Probably he and Namora would argue about this from time to time, because I imagine Namora giving you some nice jade or pearl necklaces and Attuma's hand on your neck punctually blocks the view on the jewels.

Regarding his breeding kink, I feel the same way. Attuma strikes me as the type who wouldn't want to waste even a drop of his cum. Probably during the aftecare, he would slide two fingers into his partner's hole, with the intention of sending the small trickle that slowly escaped from it back into them.

Namora is a mystery, in my opinion she is a character with many shades of gray. She appears to me as a very loyal and protective partner, who would not hesitate to show her partner how much she loves them; at the same time I think that in the sexual sphere she is very hungry and kinky, very passionate. Surely she is the aftercare queen, change my mind.

Surely if you have a relationship with both of them there will be two things that will not be missing: punishments (because they both enjoy to give you, especially Attuma) and certainly several rounds when you have sex (being busy at Namor's service they will certainly not have much time for themselves, but when they get back to you, well…hope you're ready for a busy night).

small note: this confession on the subject of attuma x reader x namora, is probably one of my favorites

[eevees-hobbies]

Hi Eve! Just wanna share some drabbles: wb boys(Sakura, Suo) visiting and finding you wearing nothing under your shirt.

Sakura notices it right away and stands at the doorway, face visibly heating up. You try acting as innocent as you can, getting close asking him what's wrong. You two stand there staring at each other until he suddenly pulls you into a hug. "You're teasing me." You hear him mutter and hug him back, chuckling as you kiss his neck. "Maybe we should do this more ofte-""No"

The plan was to get a reaction out of Suo, but of course things didn't go as planned. Not when he acted so casually, not wavering a bit when he greeted you. And soon you forgot your little plan, now you're cuddling on the couch. But when food delivery arrives and you try to get up, you find a hand on your waist, fingers a little too close to the curve your breast. Suo smiles with the same nonchalance, "I'll go get it, you stay put." He says before squeezing his hand, and you don't move an inch til he comes back.

(I had this idea because where I'm at it's just so hot that I almost want to cut out my boobs just so I don't have to wear another layer of cloth.) This is a bit silly and short but I hope you enjoy, have a nice day!

Anon…..you sent this to me? Like you thought of this and were like, “Eevee would appreciate this.”

My heart is fluttering, I’m BLUSHING, and my ovaries are clenching. Thank you for thinking of meeeeeeee.

But not you activating my demon time before 7 AM where I am.

Yes, to everything you said!

But can I add that even though Sakura SAYS you two shouldn’t do this so often, it consumes his thoughts afterward? He literally can’t help his eyes from wandering to your chest in the future, thinking about how he could see the unmistakable outline of your nipples, how the soft, thin fabric of your top clung to your skin, allowing him to picture the curve of your breasts. 

And maybe the next time he takes a shower, also in an attempt to temper the heatwave that he’s also experiencing, he’s thinking about you and that fucking shirt. Using nothing but body wash, his hand, and his imagination, Sakura can’t help but fuck his fist to the idea of fondling your tits through your shirt, lifting it ever-so-slightly so your tummy is exposed as he bends you over and slips into you. 

And all of that just from teasing him. I’m feral.

And SUO’S!? The unshakeable man that Suo is?! I love your characterization here. While I know I like to write Suo as a sharer of you with his friends, the idea of someone else, a stranger, setting their eyes on you makes him sick to his stomach.

You are too precious. You are a delicacy. And you don’t let just anyone experience that of which is a treasure. Yeah, Suo shares you on his terms (and if you’re into that). Otherwise, sit your ass back on that couch like a good girl. And maybe the shirt should be off when he gets back, yeah?

Thank you for sending me this, Anon...I loved it!

[casimania]

tariel22 posted more promo pics on Instagram and look at him 😩

And look at that pout

Also I'm focusing on one thing in this photo and as nice as it is it's not his face this time lmao

[gojocumslut]

Illicit

Warnings: nsfw, smut, mature themes, teacher x student, age gap, somnophilia, breeding kink, noncon/dubcon, minors do not interact. You have been warned!

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem reader

word count: 800+

a/n: again minors are strictly prohibited. Had to finish this before my finals. Not proof read so I'm sorry for the errors.

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You are basically driving gojo crazy it is not like you meant to do it anyways. It’s just your short skirt that is so tempting, perfectly hugging your waist and a thigh high socks that line up the thickness of your thighs. Your uniform is a bit tight and revealing well the reason was so that you could move freely when fighting curses, but little did you know that gojo is also fighting his urges when you are both sent on a mission. You are a 3rd year student at jujutsu tech and gojo being one of your mentors forbid him from getting his hands on you as it is considered as indecent.

These past few days you have been hitting different, you glow even brighter and radiance is evident on your skin. It feels like there is a light of innocence that is surrounding you and gojo wants to taint it. No matter how many cold showers he took, none of it can get rid get his forbidden thoughts about you. Oh you have no idea how much he wants you on his knees while taking his cock with your eyes pooled of tears, you straddling on his lap while you take his whole length with you cute little cunt, you riding his thighs while begging him to touch you and him eating you out like a feral monster he is. His impure thoughts of you had him fisting on his cock while lying down on his cold bed, he definitely made a mess, and he thought to himself that he could not keep doing this but instead he had to find a way with you.

.

You both were sent out on a mission on the outskirts of Tokyo to investigate a special grade curse that inhabits the area. Gojo usually took his missions alone, but you are under observation for a promotion on becoming a grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer. After you exorcised the cursed you were recommended to stay the night in one of those inns. Gojo couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time, clad in your revealing uniform his mind is clouded with the things he want to do with you.

While sleeping soundly on a futon that was prepared by the maids, gojo made his way towards you. You look delectable dressed in a flimsy night gown that looks too good to be true on you. It radiated your innocent yet seductive aura. Gojo placed you in a deep slumber with his curse energy. He started by sucking your neck and inhaling your sweet scent that he could not get enough. He immediately undressed you and sucks your nipples while leaving a trail of wet kisses behind as he goes lower. He stops by your clothed cunt and teasingly lapped his tongue on the outline of your underwear; he feels you twitch and moaned slightly. He then discards your underwear and put it in the pocket of his pants. He started eating you out like there is no tomorrow, he then inserted two of his long finger inside you wet cunt. “Shit, it feels welcoming, tight and warm.” He said to himself this action of his earn another moan from your mouth. He couldn’t wait any longer as he discarded his pants and boxers, he gave himself a few pumps as he aligned his dick into your pussy. He slowly inserted his length into your cunt he moans how great you feel. As he feels that your body has relaxed he then fastened his paced as the sound of slapping can only be heard. This action of his alerted your senses and jolted you awake, your half opened eyes witnessed your sensei as he humps vigorously into you reaching your cervix.

“Nghhhhh, sensei- what is the meaning of this” you breathed out as you struggle to find any words.

Gojo did not expect you to wake up sooner but he doesn’t seem to care. “shhh princess, I am going to take good care of you, so take it like a good girl you are” he said as he is coming too close

He keeps pounding into you in a rapid pace as you slowly feel yourself getting closer.

“Sensei, I can’t anymore” you said as you were gushing over his length as you reached your high.

Not long after, he loaded his thick white liquid and spurts it directly into your cervix; he then waited for a good minute inside of you before pulling out as loads of cum started to drool out of your pussy. He scoops it out and inserts his fingers inside your sensitive cunt.

“You better keep it all, this isn’t going to be a onetime thing” gojo added as he lies down beside you.

“You know, if you wanted to do this you could’ve just asked me.” That earned a smirk from him.

Little did he know that you also share the same thoughts with him from the beginning. Your relationship with him might be illicit but you both know that it feels good.

[navegandoaciegas]

Hay(wire)

Kinktober 1/31 : quickie, face fucking, facial.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, unprotected vaginal sex, sex in a barn, oral sex, facial, set after the events of CA:TWS.

Yeah, I actually did it 💀

A/N: day 1 of @itgetsdarksometimes35 spooky challenge + Kinktober.

Bucky despises you.

He loathes how his heart rate picks up whenever he sees you, or how the pit in his stomach grows larger when he doesn't. He can’t stand the way the other farmers talk about you and look at you, but mostly he hates how you bite your lips and clench your thighs when he catches you staring, the tangy scent that floods his senses when he’s close to you, and how you never question why an American veteran would be picking hayballs in the Romanian countryside.

He hates your kindness, the way you hang onto his every word when he describes the night sky, your stained hands and the flowers you weave in your hair, your nipples showing through your white t-shirts, his blood draining from his brain and shooting straight to his cock just looking at you.

You bring out the beast, the soldat lingering inside some recess in his mind, the side of him that wants to own you, and ruin you for everyone else.

You bother him, talking and being nice. Smiling. Cracking jokes. Eating your lunch with him when the other boys are too afraid to approach him. Filling the silence with your stories while he munches on buni’s sarmalele and merely grunts in acknowledgement. Bringing him water when he sweats buckets under the sweltering sun. Shamelessly flirting like you find him attractive.

As if a pretty girl like you could ever want him, he thinks, with the stench of horse shit clinging to his skin and oozing out of his pores.

He scoffs at himself, and stacks another hayball, willing himself to forget all about you.

-

You know he hears your steps on the cobblestones before you enter the barn where he’s stacking hay in neat piles, like he always does before going to bed.

“You can continue this tomorrow, I’m sure buni won’t mind if you take a break.” you quip, closing the door and leaning on the wooden stall.

You eye his tanned skin, reddened by the scorching August sun, the strain on his sweaty long sleeved t-shirt that clings to his bulging biceps, the outline of his back muscles as his chest heaves.

There’s something animalistic about him, something that makes your stomach churn and your pussy tingle. When his t-shirt trails up, you can’t help but observe the hard planes of his abs and the coarse, black hair that trail them.

“I’m doing what she pays me for, and so should you.”

He dismisses you with a curt nod as he keeps lifting the hay and stacking it away for the winter.

By that time, you’ll both be long gone, so you might as well make the most of what you have.

“I’m done picking plums, if you must know.” you state, an unimpressed look making its way on your face. “You work twelve hours everyday, and you won’t drink her țuică or smoke the cigarettes she gives the other boys.” you say, approaching him slowly until you’re standing in front of him, so close you can see the darkness in his eyes and smell his pungent sweat, “She worries about you, you know.”

Your eyes stray from his, traveling down to his plump lips. He swallows thickly and inhales a sharp breath.

“I worry too.” you continue, stalking closer.

His manly, musky scent is intoxicating, and you feel short of breath, heat and slick pooling in your panties.

“Always working, never having any fun. Life must be very lonely for you.”

There’s static energy, or maybe magic, between you two.

“My life’s just fine.”

He’s gruff as always, but you hear his voice waver when his eyes drop to your own lips, and he finds them parted, and so inviting.

You shrug, feeling your skin crawl with anticipation, want, need. “I know, I’m just saying, I could make it less… lonely.”

You see him cave. You know he wants you, and he’s never exactly subtle about it. But when your hand reaches for his left arm, the spell shatters, the air gets sucked out of the little barn, and the growl that he lets out terrifies you and excites you at the same time.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” he snarls, snatching his arm away from you. He looms over you, rage burning behind his steel blue eyes. “Or-”

He interrupts himself, taking a step back and restraining whatever wild instinct is clouding his judgement. The veins on his neck swell up, and the smirk on your lips and your tangy smell only add to his irritation.

You know you shouldn’t prod. You know he could crack your skull in half without breaking a sweat.

But you’ve also seen him bathed in spring’s pollen, cooing at newborn chicks and patting their feathers, whispering soft words in a language you don’t speak. You’ve seen him kissed by the summer’s sunrise, leaning his head on uică Dan’s horse while petting his mane, and humming to mătușă Ana’s cow while milking her.

You’ve seen him sneak outside your room every morning for the past two months to leave wildflowers on your doorstep, and you know he’s the one who carries you to your bed when you fall asleep on the deck chairs outside, after stargazing together for hours, and pecks a lingering kiss on your forehead, whispering to you, his sweet girl, to sleep tight.

So no, you’re not afraid, and very turned on.

“Or what, big guy? What are you going to do?”

Jaw clenched, fists so tight his knuckles are white, nostrils flared. He closes his eyes, heaves a heavy sigh and mutters a ‘fuck that’ under his breath, and in a blur he’s on you.

But he’s not hitting you, no.

Just like you predicted, he goes haywire, feral, his mouth is on yours, his tongue prods your lips, his hands roam everywhere, tangling your hair and kneading the flesh of your ass.

He bites your bottom lip, and you taste metal on your tongue. A moan escapes you when one of his thick thighs comes between your own, and your core rubs against the rough material of his jeans.

“Took you long enough.” you tease him when he allows you to catch your breath.

He’s sweaty, rough, his clothes soiled by the ground he spends his days working on, and you find that you don’t care, that you want him to dirty you and ruin you in this barn, with hay poking your skin and cicadas screaming outside.

You’re staring at each other, panting, eyes swallowed by darkness.

He doesn’t answer, never speaks much anyways. He’s on you again, his hand on your throat, and it doesn’t hurt but it’s tight enough to make its threatening presence known.

Your walls flutter around nothing.

The other hand, splayed on your back, guides you as you grind yourself on his thigh. It’s been two months of sexual tension, and it’s about to explode.

You reach for his t-shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours, but he stops you, and the look in his eyes, hard yet pleading, is enough to make the protest die in your throat.

Your own shirt is discarded, maybe shred to pieces. His touch is bruising and desperate as he explores your body like it’s his last day on Earth.

He nips and sucks your skin, surely leaving dark marks behind, rolling and pinching your nipples between his fingers, swirling his tongue around them until you’re pushing him off of you.

“I need you.” you moan, shrieking when his teeth bite down on your shoulder.

Pain is a bucket of cold water on your burning skin, a contrast to the pleasure he brings you, and yet it doesn’t diminish it, but amplify it until his teeth on your flesh are all you want.

He lets himself fall on the hay, dragging you down with him. It irks you, pokes you, and quite frankly, it doesn’t smell like roses.

But it will do.

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your leggings and hastly drags them down to your knees, not even bothering to get rid of them.

When he pulls on your hair and spins you around, it’s not romantic. When he forces you face down, ass up, it’s not pretty. When he spits on his hand and roughly shoves two fingers inside you, making you wince, it’s not soft and caring.

“I’ll take care of you later, need to be inside you now, doll. I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you.” he murmurs.

You hear him fumble with his belt as he keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his calloused fingers in and out of you. “It’s been so long.” he adds, as an afterthought, while he strokes his cock and gets himself ready for you.

The hay scratches your cheeks, and you feel his intense presence as he kneels behind you, ready to take you like an animal in heat.

“Please.” you whine, wiggling your hips and brushing against him, “I need you to fuck me now, James.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, and lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your folds and smearing your arousal on his tip. You feel him prod your tight hole and you brace yourself for the pain, but when he breaches you, your walls stretch perfectly around him, accomodating him, and all you feel is a dull burn that soon gives way to pleasure.

Moaning at the fullness of his heavy weight inside you, you try to bounce on him, but his hands on your hips halt your movement. He's as rough as you expected him to be, and the coil in your core is unbearable.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” he groans, picking up a faster pace, slamming in and out of you. “Made for me, so good.”

He pulls on your hair, and the pain shoots straight to your cunt, making your walls clench on him.

Arching your back you meet his harsh thrusts, feeling his cock hitting that spot inside you, the one that makes the pressure build impossibly fast every time he bumps against it.

It’s all too much and not enough, and when he tugs on your hair again, your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You don’t feel the hay scratching you anymore.

“Fuck me harder.” you plead with tears streaming down your face, revelling in the lewd squelching sounds of your pussy and the slapping ones of his balls hitting your folds.

He never talks, and he won’t start now, you realize. You don’t care though, because all you can think about is his other hand snaking between your legs and furiously rubbing circles around your swollen clit.

You mewl when he snaps his hips and his tip hits your cervix. “I wanna hear those sweet noises pretty girl, wanna hear you fall apart on my cock, only for me.”

He brings you high, and higher, and the pressure grows more and more, until the knot unravels.

“Cum on my cock, fuck, cum all over me sweet girl. I missed this so much.”

When the dam breaks, you feel months of sexual tension release, and the tight coil inside your belly snaps. Your limbs jerk as a hot surge of electricity assails you, and you gush all over his cock, feeling your pussy constrict him in a vice.

He rides your aftershock, pummeling inside you while icy cold claws your every nerve ending. You’re drooling out of your mouth as a man you barely know brutally fucks you like a beast, but in the hazy state you’re in, you couldn’t care any less.

“I’m close.” he gnarls, tightening the hold on your hips, “Where can I-?

“On my face.” You turn and peek over your shoulder just in time to see the shock in his eyes. “I like it that way.” And I’m not on birth control.

When his thrusts become sloppier and his breathing erratic, he pulls out of you and stands. You turn around on your knees and face his thick cock, half wondering how he could make it fit inside your cunt.

“Open those pretty lips of yours babydoll, I want to fuck your mouth too.”

You comply, parting your lips. He shoves himself inside you, clutching your hair and neck as he fucks your mouth relentlessly, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

You can’t breathe anymore, but he keeps going, moving your head along his length. You taste him on your mouth, heady and salty, feeling every vein and ridge of him.

You look up, and seeing him all disheveled, hair sticking out everywhere and red faced, lights the fire in your pussy again.

Your hand finds its way between your folds while he holds you down until your nose rubs against the coarse hair on his pubic bones and his balls slap against your chin.

Quickly, he slides out of you, and pumps his cock once, twice. He cums on your face with a moan, painting your lips, cheeks and the tip of your nose with his white hot spurt.

When you open your eyes again, you find him staring at you already, with the most expressive look you’ve ever seen him wear and something akin to a smile dancing on his lips.

“God, doll. I didn’t even know I could do that.” he confesses, all doe eyed. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, babygirl. I’m gonna keep fucking that tight pussy of yours all summer.”

You let out a giggle when he hoists you over his shoulder and the hay that’s stuck to your clothes flies everywhere.

“Gonna fuck you until you’re sore, until you’re sobbing and you beg me to stop. Fill you up over and over again. Make this pussy all mine. No more other farm boys, you hear me?”

He keeps his word that night, and you keep yours all August long, and you know neither of you want this summer to ever end.

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Can you do a blurb where Fred and the reader hate each other but take the anger out by fucking? Like not in a ‘im trying to convince myself I hate you’ way but like they actually hate each other and that was just a way to get the anger out. Sorry if that's confusing lol

Also, what's the difference between a blurb and a drabble?

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You Hate How Much You Love It

F.W. X FEM!READER

17+ IF YOU ARE TAGGED AND DON’T WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW

warnings: smut, hate sex, spitting, choking, degrading, dom!fred/sub!reader, language, mentions of blood, unedited (i am sorry once again)

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself, Weasley?”

“Already did last night, love.”

“Hit one more blunger in my direction and I’ll beat you with my broom!”

“Maybe if you learned to stay out of my way you wouldn’t be such an easy target.” 

You held in another snarky remark, you could tell your captain was nearing the end of his patience with you and Fred. 

The game had started with Fred teasing you as you walked onto the pitch, and continued as you mounted your brooms . The anger had always been there, neither of you too fond of the other. Fred was a pompous, careless, big-headed, inconsiderate, slimy git- to put it nicely. Your hatred for the ginger ass was so out of nowhere your friends just assumed you fancied him or something, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think he was attractive beyond just surface level appearance. Sure physically you could say he was good looking, but his personality made you want throw him off the astronomy tower. 

Fred thought similarly of you, sure you were beyond sexy and incredibly hot- something he liked to tell you to get you all riled up- but he couldn’t stand your personality, you infuriated him. That’s how the agreement was made, a perfect set up, all based off of one common interest.

You two shared a libido that was so high you could see it from space, and obviously feelings wouldn’t be an issue because it was more than clear that that was the last thing either of you wanted. 

“You’re a cheat.” You growled at Fred as he pushed you into a near by broom cupboard.

He gave a mocking laugh before getting close to your face, “Don’t be such a nagging bitch.”

“You’re lucky you’re a good fuck, or else I’d castrate you right here.” You bit back, not backing down in his efforts to intimidate you. 

Suddenly, your head lulled to the side, a sharp sting murmuring on the skin of your cheek. 

“Then what would keep that slutty mouth of yours busy, hm?”

The air in the room was thick with sexual tension, your hand slowly trailing up his chest before gripping his neck. The action made Fred smile, a teasing, mocking smirk that had arousal pooling in your panties. 

“I dare you.”

His tone was calm and alarmingly stoic, but before you could decide if you did actually want to or not, Fred brought his own hand up to wrap around your throat not hesitating to add pressure. He pushed you back into the stone wall, his lips smashing onto yours as your tongues fought for dominance. The kiss wasn't pretty, teeth were clashing and you were sure your lip was bleeding from how hard Fred had bit it. 

You loved it.

The kiss had no passion, just raw sexual need and hatred, turning both of you on more. Your lips trailed after his as he pulled away, regaining your composure you reached for the hem of your shirt to pull it off before you were stopped by Fred’s hands. 

He looked down at your fingers feebly holding the ends of your shirt as his large hands gripped your wrists tightly.

“That’s cute, you think you’re in charge. On your knees.”

You did as you were told, your aching cunt telling you to let him win at least a few battles so you could get your brains fucked out sooner rather than later. Your fingers worked quickly to untie the ties on his pants- he was still in his quidditch uniform- and finally got the waist band pulled down to just above mid thigh. His bulge was visible through his tight boxers, almost a perfect outline and your mouth started to water. No matter how much you hated Fred Weasley, you couldn't deny that his cock was beautiful. You palmed him through the thin material making him tilt his head back, leaning it against the cold stone wall- seeing as you had switched sides. You pulled his boxers down too, his cock now unrestrained and incredibly hard. Wasting no time, you licked a broad stripe up from the base of his cock to the tip before collecting the precum on the tip with your tongue. Your lips wrapped around the spongey head, giving it a  slow, hard suck making Fred grumble from above you. 

His voice was deep and gravely, “Do I have to do everything myself?” Before he grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail, the other hand holding the back of your head and pushing you to take more of him. 

Soon his pace was fast, a mix between face fucking and head pushing making you gag around his length- this only spurred him on. 

“That’s right, suck my cock like the horny slag you are. Hate how much you love it, don’t you?”

You moaned around him in response, resulting in a stuttered moan coming from him. You brought your hand up to massage his balls, tugging and fondling just as he likes it. Fred was close, you could feel it, but before he came down your throat he tugged you off of himself. Your teeth dragged along the length of his shaft making him shiver and wince before shoving you off.

“Don’t be a fucking brat, brats don’t get to cum.”

Your lips turned up in the most innocent smile you could muster, “Sorry.” 

His lips curled into a snarl, “Strip.”

You didn’t move, wanting to push him just a little bit, and Fred was not having.

“Strip or else I’ll shred your clothes and force you to walk back to your dorm naked, L/n.”

The throbbing of your cunt was unmistakable now, pulling your clothes off hastily. Each item hit the dusty floor in record speed making Fred chuckle at your eagerness and obedience. He slowly pulled his pants and boxers off the rest of the way before pulling his shirt over his head, both of you now completely naked. 

Fred was leaning against the wall, hand slowly stroking his prick as he spoke, “How do you want it, princess?”

You smirked, “How ever you wanna give it to me, Freddie.”

Fred seemed to go absolutely feral at your answer, shooting up to grab you by the back of your neck push you against the wall he was resting on just seconds prior. The cold stone scratched at your sensitive, pert nipples as Fred moved his knee in-between your thighs to push them apart. He slid two fingers along your folds, smearing your arousal and drawing out a shaky breath from your parted lips. He gave you little time to prepare before sliding into your entrance, the lack of preparation before hand made the stretch of your walls from his cock mix a sting into the pleasure. His thrusts were fast and hard as he fucked you against the wall, one hand down rubbing rough circles on your clit and the other holding both your wrists behind your back. 

He continued his rough pace, his hand leaving your clit and moving to your neck forcing you to drop your head back, just below his shoulder. He had a firm grasp on your jaw, making your mouth drop open so he could spit into it. The taste was always unique to him, the taste on your tongue was completely Fred.

“I hate you.” He growled into your ear.

Your eyes met in a heated glare as you responded, “Show me how much.”

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if you're still bleeding

Pairing: Jax/M!Merc

Words: 2657

Summary: Jax should know better. He should know to mind his own damn business. But, unfortunately, he's well beyond "knowing better" now that he's gone and gotten tangled up with an unhinged mercenary with more knives than sense, and the scars that say the chances of him finding any sense are slim to none.

and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.

'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

we're setting fire to our insides for fun.

collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home,

it was a flood that wrecked this home.

- "Youth" by Daughter

CW for: implied/referenced sex, sexual humor/innuendos, references to blood, violence, and trauma, and implications of kink

Knox is a man with scars.

Jax has plenty of his own, of course, but Knox has a lot of scars. There's a story to most of them, too, and he's never shy about telling them. Hell, half the time he tells those stories completely unprompted, whether you want him to or not.

There's a scar on his chin from where Royal told him he couldn't knee slide the entire bar. There’s the ugly knot of scar tissue where his left arm used to be, where the port to his prosthetic is grafted on. There's the scar in his stomach from the mook Jax had to help him bury. There's a scar on his lip where he bit himself too hard with his freakishly sharp teeth trying to keep quiet while Jax bent him over the hood of his car outside Saints and Sinners in the wee hours of the morning.

He's particularly happy to blab the story about that one to anyone who'll listen.

But he doesn't talk about the scar across his throat.

As little clothing as he tends to wear on the day to day, ("As little as I can get away with," he says with a sleazy wink) his neck is always covered. High-collared shirts, a jauntily knotted scarf, decorative chokers and heavy leather collars always keep it covered. He'll flash his tits before he'll show his throat—but in all fairness, it's not really all that hard to get him to flash his tits.

Jax didn't even see the scar until the fourth or fifth inadvisable hate fuck, at which point he was beginning to think he didn't hate the merc quite as much as he thought, considering he kept letting the little bastard in when he showed up at the door out of nowhere—and didn't shoot him when he decided to forgo the door entirely and come in through the window. (Jax still can’t be sure how he even got to the window, seeing as Jax lives in an apartment well above ground level, but he figures he’s better off not asking.) He didn’t think to ask about it until he’d actually lost count of how many inadvisable hate-fucks there’d been, and when they’d progressed somehow from inadvisable hate-fucks to still pretty inadvisable but otherwise amicable casual fucks.

Knox was loose and relaxed, quiet in a way Jax didn't even think was possible when they first met. And, to think, all it took was shoving him face down into the pillows and thoroughly wearing him out. Usually, he rolled out of bed as soon as his legs could hold him again, commandeered Jax's shower, and used half a bottle of his expensive conditioner before he disappeared without so much as a thank you. This time, he stayed. He sprawled gracelessly across Jax's sweat-stained silk sheets, arms stretched over his head, eyes half-closed and his ever-smirking mouth curled into something softer... almost sweeter.

Jax doesn't know what possessed him to roll over, to reach out and touch, but he did. He started at the inner thigh, the bruises he'd left with teeth and then fingers, a rumbling of possessive pride stoking the banked coals of satisfaction in his belly. His knuckles skimmed the soft curve of the merc's belly, the angry red scar tissue of that knife wound, then higher still. Inked into his sternum is a coyote skull, surrounded by boldly outlined flowers that curve along the underside of his breasts. Jax was almost surprised by the softness of the design, especially in comparison to the rest of the merc's ink, like the crude stick-and-poke perforated line and little pair of scissors right above his prosthetic, or the dirty pinup of some generic muscled pretty boy on his bicep, or the peach on his inner thigh that bears an artful addition of a T-dick very much similar to Knox’s own.

He wondered vaguely if the flowers meant anything to Knox.

Before he could dwell on the uncomfortably tender direction his thoughts had taken, his fingers travelled upwards, flicking absently at one of the heavy, angular piercing through Knox's nipples. Knox huffed a rough laugh, watching the progress of Jax's hand through eyes narrowed to dozy, yellow slits.

He traced Knox's collarbone, and his body was all but melted into Jax's bed, soft and pliant. Like he belonged there.

And then Jax’s curiosity got the better of him. He saw the scar, a thin line, pale with age, but standing in stark relief against Knox's tanned skin. It sits at a bit of an angle, slicing across the middle of the merc's throat.

The second his fingers made contact, skimming that raised line of flesh, he knew he'd fucked up.

Knox's body went taut for a split second, and that was all the warning Jax got before Knox was twisting his wrist hard enough for the bones to grind together and snarling in his face like a wild animal. If his knives weren't two rooms away in his discarded pile of clothes, Jax knows he would have lost fingers.

For once, Knox didn't say anything. For once, he was dead silent, mouth a grim sneer, eyes flat and hard. He shoved Jax roughly off him and rolled out of bed. He didn't look back once, stalking out of Jax's bedroom naked, every inch of his compactly muscled body vibrating with tension. Jax heard the rustle of clothes, the jingle of buckles and zippers and a half dozen knives, and then the front door slamming shut.

He didn't see Knox again until Orla called them in for another job, and it was as if nothing had happened. He was his usual smug, annoying self, not a single break in his usual facade of irreverent humor and Napoleonic bravado.

And maybe some of Knox's reckless stupidity is rubbing off on him, because Jax can't shake the curiosity that grips him, even now. He shoves it down, naturally, because he doesn't want the batshit merc to get twitchy on him again when he's got enough knives on him at any given time to outfit a military squadron. Hell, for all Jax knows, that's the end of it. He's not going to go crawling back to Knox (even if the sex is really fucking good—it's always the crazy ones, isn’t it?) and he knows Knox won't come to him first.

Except he does, dragging Jax into one of the back rooms after a meeting with Orla, shoving him against the wall, and dropping to his knees. Things go right back to normal after that, or as normal as they ever are with Coyote Fucking Knox. And as normal as they can be once Orla oh-so-sweetly reminds him there are cameras in the back rooms, and if he doesn't want stills of his dick forwarded to the entire Mirage gang, he'll keep his and Knox's exhibitionism where she doesn't have to see it.

So Knox continues to invade Jax's privacy, steal petty shit from his apartment and/or pockets, and loudly demand that Jax fuck him hoarse (-er) if he wants him to shut up.

And he winds up tangled in Jax's sheets again, sprawled out on his belly with one leg tossed over Jax's thigh, his face smashed into a pillow, one smug yellow eye watching Jax try to catch his breath beside him.

He could let it be. It's not like this is anything but a convenience. Some fun between… well, they're definitely not friends. Coworkers, if anything, and even that's pushing it. For a while, Jax considered it a fair trade for dealing with Knox's bullshit constantly. Now, it's becoming a pattern, and when it comes to semi-regular sex with a stab-happy mercenary, patterns can be dangerous.

But he can't kill the curiosity.

He figures his best bet is being blunt. And maybe getting ready to dodge in the very likely event things go south. He doesn't touch this time, at least not where they aren't already, Knox’s knee between his legs, the skin feeling a bit feverish and clammy as the sweat cools. The urge to touch is still there—he left some nice bite marks on Knox's shoulders he'd like to reacquaint himself with—but he ignores it for now. He rolls onto his side, meets that one yellow eye with quiet consideration, and props his head up on his hand.

Knox must read the change in his face, because he goes from cat-got-the-cream contentment to a warily curious tension. Jax just goes right for the throat, so to speak. “Any chance of hearing the story behind that one?” he says, casual as anything, and nods in the vague direction of Knox’s neck.

There’s a growling noise building up behind Knox’s teeth, but he bites it back. He smiles, but it feels feral, like an animal baring its teeth looks like a smile, but it's really a threat. It looks brittle, like it'll shatter if he tightens his jaw any further.

Jax gives in to the urge, reaching out to touch, fingertips skimming down the mercenary's spine. A shiver ripples across the skin. He’s not sure if it’s the right move, but at this point, if you’re going to Hell...

“I don’t know,” Knox says flatly, and Jax is almost shocked he answered at all. There’s no inflection, no mirth. Just that broken-glass smile.

Jax snorts. Knox never fucking shuts up, that much is true, but Jax isn’t stupid. He knows when someone’s talking a lot and saying nothing of importance on purpose, and he also knows when Knox can’t deflect, he lies his ass off like he was born to do it. Even Orla barely knows anything about her least favorite favorite merc or where he came from, though the chances of her caring enough to even try to find out are slim to none. Still, he has no idea what the mercenary even has to gain from lying, especially here. "If you don't want to say anything, just tell me to fuck off."

The knife edge smile stretches wider. Tips closer to the breaking point. "Fuck off," he echoes like a parrot.

Something starts to uncurl in Jax's gut, something burbling and acidic, a nasty niggling feeling he can't quite name. "You're serious," he says, and he doesn't want to believe it, mostly because he can't imagine someone like Knox taking that sort of… personal unknown well. “Nothing?”

The smile cracks, and Knox lifts his head so Jax gets the full effect of it. His eyes are wide, wild, and suddenly that smile is too big for his face. Slowly, he sits up, and there's the scar. Old and faded, but splitting his throat neatly and boldly from east to west. He drags his thumb across it, digs it in hard enough the white scar tissue goes a bit pink. He laughs. He's never had a pleasant laugh, rough and raspy and mean. Somehow, this one is worse. “Not a lick,” he drawls, and the effort it takes him to sound so casual almost makes Jax cringe. “There’s a reason Orla found me in the fuckin’ bargain bin.” He taps his temple, his messily painted nail clicking against the chip in his head.

Jax’s eyes flick down to the scar, frowning deeply. It doesn’t make sense. Knox is deflecting again, he has to be, but there’s something in the way he’s holding himself, the tension radiating from him, the way he slumps against the headboard of Jax’s bed with his knees pulled up, not quite close enough to hug to his chest, but more like he’s thinking about it, resisting the urge to physically hold himself together and risk looking weak.

"I have nightmares, sometimes," he admits, so soft the syllables catch on the rough edges of his ragged voice. "They never make any fucking sense. I'm just… I'm choking. Something’s cutting into my neck, and there’s someone behind me, and I know them, but— But I'm guilty? I don't know for what." He laughs, bitterly brittle. "Could be fucking anything. Got a lot to be guilty for that I can remember, never mind what I can't."

He inhales, and it sounds like it hurts him, like his breath is made of shards of glass. He drags his hand down his face until he can curl his fingers around his throat so the scar doesn't show. "I just know there's this perfume Orla wears that makes me want to climb the fucking walls and I don't know why. I think I know how to play the piano, but I can’t even look at one without wanting to smash it to pieces. Sometimes I hear some… some fucking opera song, or some shit? And I know the words, and I want to sing along, but then my voice just—just cracks, and I feel like… like a broken fucking wind-up toy? It's like my head doesn't remember anything, but the rest of me does and it makes me so fucking angry. What am I missing? Why does it matter?” His voice hitches dangerously, and there’s a stab of panic in Jax’s belly, his hands twitching like they want to—to reach out? “Why can’t it just leave me the fuck alone?"

Knox squeezes his own throat so hard the skin dimples around his fingers and bleeds white where he’s cutting off bloodflow. His shoulders tremble. There's something in the furrow of his brow, the twist of his mouth, that says angry isn't the only thing it makes him, but he either doesn't have the words to say it, or he just won't, not even to himself.

The silence falls again. Jax always thought he preferred silence where Knox was concerned. Turns out he was wrong. This silence is brutal, heavy and choking and just… wrong. When Knox does see fit to break it, it's with a loud exhale that almost makes Jax start.

"Would you look at the time," the merc says loudly, shaking out his bare wrist and looking at it critically. Jax could almost laugh. Knox tosses his legs over the edge of the bed smiling crookedly over his shoulder. "I should really head out, huh? Don't wanna overstay my welcome."

Before he can think, Jax snaps a hand out and catches Knox’s hip, squeezing. Not enough to stop him if he really wants to go, but enough to give him pause. Once again, Jax counts himself lucky they rarely make it to the bedroom before one or both of them are naked, which means all those knives are somewhere by the door, or scattered across his coffee table, or in the leather jacket tossed over the back of his couch. Coyote turns slightly, just enough to eyeball him. Just one yellow eye.

There's a lot Jax could say, a lot he even wants to, but there's something raw in that one yellow eye, something wary and broken that just wants to hide somewhere quiet and lick its wounds. They've been at this for way too fucking long at this point, Jax should know what to do with that, shouldn't he?

Maybe he does.

He snorts. "When the fuck have you ever cared about overstaying your welcome?" He smacks Knox's hip just on the wrong side of gentle, and rolls over. "You're not leaving until you help me change these sheets. Hell, maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'll let you back in bed after we shower."

He pushes up to his feet and stretches out the kinks in his muscles, allowing himself to luxuriate in the pleasant soreness leftover from their romp. Knox is quiet behind him, and he can't really think of when he actually started to trust the crazy bastard enough to turn his back to him.

Knox makes a rough little sound, something not quite a laugh. "Is that an order, Sir?" he asks, low and raspy-sweet.

Jax glances back with a raised eyebrow. "Do I need to make it one?"

[tomhardydallasstarsgirl]

FUCK.YOU.ANGEL.REYES

Chapter 3.5

Angel Reyes x Black Reader

Warnings: Crude Nasty Hot and Dirty Language. Oral Sex Unprotected Sex. Female receiving. Bodily Fluids

Summary: You return to Santo Padre after being gone for nearly 15 years. Your life and also others will change. Affecting everything you hold dear including your Mayan MC Family.

Not requested by anyone. This is a short Chapter solely dedicated to Angel basically being Angel. ENJOY PEEPS!!!

Pic credit by @claytoncardenas_angels from Instagram

A thunderstorm has arrived to Santo Padre with howling winds, loud crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning. You were asleep after yet another lengthy round of sex with Angel who was holding you close as you two were asleep. That was while the moon was out. But, now it’s a different story as you two are awake again. Just like the raging storm outside there’s a whole different one of pain, passion and so much pleasure going on under Angel’s roof as he just has your back pinned against his heavy shower glass door as a mixture of cries and lustful pleas are mixed with the hot showering steam. You have your legs around him his tall solid figure as he drags more orgasms from your body. That feeling that was once wrapped so tightly in the pit of your stomach was never reached or challenged by any man before Angel also which wasn’t many either. He has single-handedly been able to push, tease, manipulate your body to the edge as he’d watch you dangle before taking the plunge into the abyss of ecstasy. His eyes, teeth, voice, lips, thick ringed fingers and deadly tongue have all done a insurmountable assault on you. Of course, not including that Double XXL King Cobra big dick energy swinging between his legs. Its funny how even before letting him touch you in such an intimate way he latched onto you in more ways than one. He occupied your mind loving there rent free as he eased into your heart little by little and grabbed a hold of your soul by revealing himself by warming up to you. He pulls you out of the shower as he dries your body slowly and on purpose. Then he walks you back to his bedroom. Grabs a blindfold covering your eyes as he sits you down at the foot of the bed.

“Don’t move mama. I’ll be right back”, he whispers as he kisses your lips softly disappearing for a minute.

All you can hear is the rain falling with the heavy winds as your breathing was steady until you felt the nearness and warm heat of a body coming near you. What you can’t see is that Angel is carrying a small tray in tow as he places it on the floor near your feet. A pair of strong hands touched your thighs as rough pads of his fingers trace the outlines of them as your breath slightly quickens. The feeling is making you nervous but, at the same time it’s exhilarating. Once the touching stops he stepped away from you heading toward the head of his bed. You can hear as if something was heavy and chained was being put in place at the headboard.

He comes back to you as he stares at you as you anxiously chew on your bottom lip while your curiosity is like a runaway train. He grabs a strawberry as he holds it in front of your face rubbing it against your lips.

“Hmmm is that a strawberry daddy?”, you ask as a smile appears on your face.

He doesn’t right away as he dips it in chocolate dripping down his thick finger as a he places it toward you lips as you take a bite. You moan at the taste as he watches you lick the extra chocolate from your lips. He nearly finishes the rest of it as he holds the last piece on his own lips. Moving closer to you as you pull him in taking the rest into your mouth as he lets out a feral growl as you suck on his bottom lip. He’s suddenly overheated and his dick is hard as fucking steel as he grabs you picking you up placing your body flat on his bed.

“Damn my necklace looks beautiful between these breasts I’m going to lick and suck the hell out of”, as your mouth waters with anticipation.

He grabs each of your wrists as they become shackled to his headboard while his hard dick keeps brushing your left leg as a yelp escape your lips. He laughs under his breath as he leaves your legs free.

“Alexa. Play Living Room Flow for me”, asks Angel.

“Sure thing Daddy. Anything for you”, the feminine voice responds back to him as you raise a quizzical eyebrow and shaking your head.

Suddenly music comes thumping from his sound system as Jhene sultry voice seeps through his sound system.

I’m so glad you called right on time

You must have just read my mind

If we skipped the small talk, want you now

But, I don’t have to stay til mornin’

I don’t have to, I don’t have pack no clothes

I am really not that lonely

We finished, we finished and I will go

 You gasp and hold you legs together for the simple fact that Jhene gets you in the mood for sex. Unless Angel knows now that her music is your Achilles heel and makes you melt to do just about anything.

He doesn’t say a single word as you only hear his heavy ragged breathing as you pool between your legs. So there you are chained to Angel’s headboard with a blindfold over your eyes when you as that moment feel him snake between your legs as your heart jumps into your throat. Suddenly hear as if something is being shakened in a can when something cold is applied to your belly button as you jump from the coldness of it. A split second later it hits you that this man is putting whip cream on your body so you know what’s going to happen next. His hot tongue laps up every drop of the whip cream as you want to free your hands from the cuffs to touch Angel so badly as you bit down on your lip. You call his name repeatedly as he continues to torment you slowly. He grabs your hips to hold you in place.

“You keep your fine ass still dulce. Or else”, he demands as you stay still not wanting the latter of his threat.

You’re body is still as a board as you feel a sticky and dripping sensation on your skin running between you breasts and on top of your hard as diamond nipples. A slow and agonizing slick trail of his tongue leaves you gasping and begging as he sucks up the honey. Putting your body in hyper drive as you feel two fingers dip between your folds as the pad of his thumb making tiny circles to you clit.

“FUCK ANGEL!! Make me come daddy!!!”, you when as he circles your clit faster as your hips move too.

He must’ve felt you were close to euphoria as he whispers to you.

“I told you to not move didn’t I?”, he whispers in your ear as your breath is ragged and uneven as rubs your clit as your upper body slowly leaves his bed.

Just as you were about to cum for him he removes his hand as you growl in anger.

“WHAT FUCK YOU DO THAT FOR ANGEL”, as you yell at him in frustration as he laughs at you.

“What fucking part of be still you don’t understand little girl? I fucking meant that shit”, as he toyed with you some more.

He then grabs the chocolate syrup as he dips his thick finger into it. He drizzles the syrup onto your folds and clit as he grabs your legs pinning you down so you can’t move an inch. He dives in laying his tongue flat as he suck up the syrup as he gasp and cry his name. You so badly wanted to touch and grab onto Angel as he assaulted your pussy with his stiff tongue and thick full beard as tears fall heavily from your eyes.

“Daddy please let me touch you baby”, you yell in a crying sob as you beg Angel for relief.

Of course, Angel being the brick wall he can be licks deeper and faster as you pull at the restraints wanting to be set free. You’re thinking to yourself as your running full steam ahead as Angel is nearing you towards that infinite orgasm you’ve been within reach as tears fall faster from your eyes as your so want to squirt all over his beautiful beard. Just as your nearing the finish line you whisper his name non-stop and he does it again pulling back from you as your now beyond pissed as your now cussing him out.

He does nothing but, guffaws with such cockiness you are practically beside yourself at this point.

“I fucking hate you Angel Reyes. I literally can’t stand you right now”, as you spew anger and cuss words.

He grabs you by the waist as he yanks your lower half toward him as you attempt to resist him.

“Colibri this is a losing battle of you trying to fight and rebel against me. Especially since I know you want Daddy to stretch out this tight ass pussy you been waiting for. All you want to do is wet and squirt all over this dick too. So, when you think you denying me you actually denying yourself”, he whispers in your ear as his tongue flicks your lobe as it sets your body a blaze. You cry uncontrollably as you plead with him to satisfy you so desperately. To a certain extent he’s enjoying this teasing game of cat and mouse he has going with you. But deep down he just wants to fuck you so hard that he’ll be the only man on your mind. He wants to be so consumed with all of you physically and mentally it’s tearing him up to an extent to see you begging, crying and pleading for him to fuck the living day lights out of you. So, he lets bygones by bygones and gives you just exactly what you needed. As another song ends he asks Alexa for another request.

“Play When we by Tank for me”, says Angel as a moan escapes from your lips.

He removes the restraints from your wrists as he softly kisses them, he goes for the blindfold as you move your head from his reach.

“Leave it on daddy. I just want to feel you”, as Angel rolls out a growl from his lips as he’s turned on and his dick is bricking up for your pleasure.

“Get on all fours baby. Head down ass up”, commands Angel as his voice has gotten deeper.

You bite your lip as music pours out from his system again.

When we

When we

Mmm

When we

Go

 I like it when you lose it

I like it when you go there

I like the way you use it

Angel rubs his nose along your folds as you hold onto his bed sheets.

I like it that you don’t play fair

Recipe for a disaster

When I’m just try’na take my time

Stroke is getting’ deep and faster

You’re screamin’ like I’m out of line

His tongue is flattened against your clit as circles and sucks on as you gasp for air

“Don’t stop daddy don’t you dare fucking stop. I wanna come all over your beard please”, as you spur him on. You feel to finger hook inside your center as you buck your round ass against his face. He lets out a moan telling you that he likes it as you pump against his stiff faster. His licks against your clit are more sloppy and profound as you start to shake uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck Angel it’s right there daddy take me to it pleeeease”, you beg as he starts to smacks your ass cheeks one at a time back at forth. Those butterflies in your stomach start to flutter out of control as you take to jump.

“Come for daddy baby. Wet up your beard you love so much” as you lose your mind as you spasm against his bed.

Without noticing “Wet the Bed” is playing as a split-second later Angel enters you from behind filling you completely drawing all the air from you as he steadies himself inside you. He pulls your hair to meet his long deep strokes as he reaches around to rub your swollen clit. You come instantly as you slowly try to pull away from his deafening strokes as he laughs at you.

Bring it forward, don’t you run run

I don’t want to be a minute man

Baby you’re just like a storm

Rainin’ on me girl, your soakin wet, ooh whoa

 He grabs his cell phone feeling himself at the moment as he starts filming. He snaps a couple of salacious pics of his dick penetrating in and out of you as your moans and cries mix with the skin to skin contact getting louder over the music.

 “Fuck girl I love hearing the sweet sound of my dick slapping against my pussy and sweet ass. This is the money shot right here Colibri”, he grunts as he strokes faster connecting to your sweet spot over and over. His strokes are erratic and slowly losing control. He regains as he grabs your waist as he flips you on top of him as he strokes upward into you as he grounds his feet into the mattress.

“You’re mine forever Senorita”.

“Always and forever Mi dulce”.

“No one can’t take my place baby.”

His words alone spare you nothing as you come for him again.

“You hear me? Unless I must remind you again”, as his hot breath is against you ear sending you into over load as he digs his thick fingers into your skin leaving noticeable bruises.

“Yes daddy. Please remind me”, you moan as Angel flips you onto your back as his darker side kicks in. He removes the blindfold as he see you teary brown eyes as he rubs them away. He grabs your legs and pins your knees to meet your shoulders as he moves back and forth inside of you

His beds starts to rock back in forth against the wall as he digs deeper and harder into you. Sobbing cries are grabbed from you as you dig your nails into his skin as you hear his bed creak back and forth from him pounding into you.

“Soy tan adicto a ti papi”, you moan to him as he kisses you with such power behind it his kiss leaves you a sobbing muttering mess.

“Mi Mundo, Mi Todo”, Angel whispers to you as he bits your bottom lip again.  

Your eyes glaze over as you dig your fingers into his hair as your signal to him that you about to cum again.

“Come with me daddy. Let me feel every drop of that pearly essence inside of me”, you whisper as you two come together as so strong that you both yell to the top of your lungs.

You both stay in the same position as you both began to breath evenly again as his head is resting against the crook of your neck.

“I love you Angel Ignacio Reyes” you whisper as your fingers play with his hair.

“Te quiero Y/F/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N” as he kisses your neck softly.

“Angel I thought the frame was gonna give there for a bit” as Angel laughs at you comment.

“Nah, Colibri that’ll never happen. It’s too strong like the one who sleeps on it”, gloats Angel as you two slowly doze off to slumber as rain continues to fall.

Angel slightly adjusts his big body between your legs as there is a creaking sound.

“CRASH”, as the frame and headboard come apart.

Your eyes are wide as saucers when you realize what you said has come to fruition. Angel looks you in the eye as you attempt to suppress you sniggling giggles of laughter.

“Hmm maybe you should’ve let me come those 3 times you denied me and that would’ve never happened Angel”, you boasted.

“WHAT THE FUCK”, yells Angel as you can’t help but, laugh out loud as he tickles you.

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

I’ll Show You

The Mandalorian x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Reader and Sub!Mando (or my poor attempt at an angry reader showing Mando who’s boss), Teasing, Orgasm denial, Light bondage, Masturbation, Some oral (m)

Word Count: 2.5k+

Requested by one of my lovely mutual’s @ben-is-a-hoe​ (thank you for being very patient with me)

Prompts: #2 “I could literally strangle you right now and no one would stop me.”

#8 “Stop giving me that look.” - “... You mean my face?”

#70 “Do you have any idea on how frustrating you can really be?”

#83 “I’m stronger than you think.”

A/N: I’m trying to get better at writing sub!Mando. Also I’ve incorporated this into the Games Series

You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face.

You couldn’t really see it with his helmet on, but oh you knew that’s exactly what he was doing.

And it fucking

Pissed.

You.

Off.

And he knew what he was doing to you. You think that’s what was more infuriating.

“Stop giving me that look.” You growled. 

He stood in front of you, poised and relaxed. 

“... You mean my face?”

You huffed. “Can’t even see your face,” you mumbled. 

Din shrugged. “You started it.”

The nerve of this fucking man. 

“I had it all taken care of,” you pointed your finger at him. “You didn’t have to intervene like that! This was my bounty!”

He grunted through the decoder. “I’m sure you did.”

And that’s what also pissed you off. His fucking short sentences. 

You were going to argue some more, even opening your mouth to start but you stopped. 

There are other ways to get the point across. 

It took you just a few seconds, but your plan lit up like a light bulb above your head; a dark, sinful light bulb. 

Taking a step towards him, you glared at him, watching as he shifted his weight, planting his hands on his hips. 

“You wanna know what I know,” you said. 

Din hummed. “And what is that?”

You stood in front of him, close enough to feel the cold drift of the beskar. You could faintly hear his breaths from under the helmet; steady and soft. 

You smiled and gave him a hard shove. 

He gasped as he stumbled back, not being used to you getting the surprise on him. 

He landed on the cot, holding himself on his elbows as you were sure he was gawking at you. 

“I’m stronger than you think.”

You quickly grabbed your pair of handcuffs sitting next to you and crawled over the Mandalorian, wasting no time in pushing him down until you were straddling his waist. 

“Hey wha-”

His protest was cut off when you grabbed his wrists and planted them firmly above his head, cuffing his hands quickly, the magnet slamming against the wall. 

He could complain all he wanted, but you knew better. He could’ve easily had fought you off without barely using any strength if he really, really wanted to. 

He liked this. 

“All I ask for is the same amount of respect that I give you, Din,” you growled. 

“I do,” he argued. “I do, but you need to admit that you did not know what you were doing out there today and you needed my help.”

“I could literally strangle you right now and no one would stop me.”

He chuckled, pulling slightly against the cuffs. “A lot of people wanna do that to me sweetheart. So try again.”

“Do you have any idea on how frustrating you can really be?” You huff, palming the sides of him that weren't covered by his beskar.

Din grunted, shifting his hips up juust a little against your thigh; he was already half hard. 

“Not really,” he said. “Because I think it’s the other way around.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. 

“Oh you won’t be laughing when I’m done with you,” you threatened. 

You shifted your legs until your covered core hovered above his and grinded your hips slowly on his erection, smirking when he puffed and dug his head into the pillow. 

You continued moving your hips, smirk growing wider when he would grunt and try to stifle his moans. 

“I want to hear them,” you tsked. “I want to hear what I do to you. Do it or I’ll stop right now and leave you here until I feel like you’re ready.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Shit princess, just…”

You circled your hips, each time harder than the last. 

“N-need this off.” Din gasped. 

You shook your head. “Nooo I don’t think you deserve that.”

He whined, rolling his hips to meet your thrusts. 

“You’re gonna play tough now?”

You chuckled, lifting up enough to palm him through his pants. 

“Maker,” he hissed. 

“Yeah. That’s what I’m gonna do.”

You crawled back until you stood on your feet, watching the visor lift towards you. 

He watched as you threw your shirt over your head, bra next. He sucked in a breath at your bare chest, nipples perked and breasts heaving with every breath. 

He wanted to put his mouth on them. 

You made sure to take your time with your pants, slimming them down your legs slowly, watching his cock twitch. 

“I like you like this,” you said as you kicked your pants away. “Alllll tied up, at my will.” 

Keeping your panties on, you crawled back over him, giving the forehead of his helmet a loud, sloppy kiss.

“Just being a brat.” He grunted. 

You giggled with a shrug. 

“So?”

You palmed him again before he could retort, rubbing the outline of his cock and giving it a squeeze. 

“J-just do something,” he whimpered. 

You raised your eyebrows. “No.”

He threw his head back with a soft thump. “No?”

You shook your head, keeping your hand on his clothed dick. 

“Not until you apologize to me, admit that I had it all handled, and you ask nicely.”

He mulled over your words in silence, only the strains of his heavy breathing escaping through the modulator. 

When you drifted your hand away from him, he panicked. 

“Baby,” he stammered. “Look I’m - I’m sorry, okay? I knew you could handle it and I let my stupid ego get the best of me. Now please t -”

“Sweet,” you interrupted, twinkling your fingers delicately back to the straps of his pants. “Your apology. It’s very -” You swiftly undid the straps and traced the patch of hair trailing down, enjoying the way he held his breath and his stomach clenched as your hand drifted lower. “Touching.”

He cursed when you grabbed him, pulling him out of his convines. 

“But you still need to learn a lesson.”

You swiped your thumb over the tip of his cock, precum smearing down your thumb as you did. Din thrusted his length into your hand, moaning loudly as you finally touched him. 

“Now I want to hear you,” you said. “And no moving unless I tell you too. Understand?”

He nodded eagerly. You arched your back, giving him the perfect view of your ass, and laid your hand on the chestplate, giving the hot, burning skin you could reach little kisses; his muscles quivered when you started to nip at him, cursing under his breath.

Your hand squeezed his cock before you began to pump him languidly, giving the head a gentle squeeze each time up. 

“Cyar’ika-” Din gasped. “Nghh f-feels so good.”

His voice, so needy and savory, had you gushing, your juices sticky on your thighs. 

You pushed his pants down further until you could cradle his balls, rolling and squeezing them in your hand. 

“Fuck!” Din buckled. 

You giggled and gave him a wicked grin before you engulfed his head into your mouth, your tongue fluttering against his frenulum. 

He choked on a moan, body going rigid. His arms strained above him, wanting nothing more than to bury his hand in your hair and push you all the way down on his thick girth until you were choking around him. 

You hummed at the salty taste of his precum and took him further into your mouth. Your tongue traced every vein that was pumping and pulsing along his shaft, rubbing his thigh as he gritted. 

“Oh fuck that mouth is perfect.”

“Mhmmhgg.” You hummed around him. 

You relaxed your throat and inched downwards until the curls of his hair was pressed against your nose, tickling you. 

“Right t-there mesh’la,” he moaned. “K-keep going.” 

You bobbed your head up and down maybe two, three times before you stopped at his head, giving him a powerful suck.

“Sooo good.” He cooed, body glistening in a thin sheet of sweat underneath all his layers. 

His pleasured filled haze was abruptly broken when you pulled off him with a loud pop, wiping your mouth and sitting up. 

“Look at me.” You said before he could protest. 

Sweeping your panties to the side, you made sure he was watching as you dipped a finger through your folds, gathering your juices and sliding up to your clit. You moaned loudly as you circled your nub, your body thrumming as you finally got the exquisite friction you needed, closing your eyes as your other hand grabbed your breast, tweaking your nipple between your fingers. 

“Beautiful,” Din murmured. 

You opened your eyes, eyeing up his red angry cock, your spit dripping down the length of him, throbbing against the cold, beskar armor. 

You slipped your hand away from your dripping pussy and grabbed his cock, repositioning yourself until he was nudging at your folds.

You heard the click of the handcuffs, creaking under the Mandalorian’s strength. 

He winced as you rubbed his cock through your slit, bringing him up to rub the tip of his head against your clit. You whimpered, rolling your hips in a little swirl before finally lining yourself back over him and slowly inching down inch by inch until he was completely buried in you, the small patches of hair tickling your clit. 

You both gasped as you finally connected, just breathing until as your walls contracted around him, making room for his thick girth; hot and pulsing inside you and it has your walls fluttering painfully around him. 

“Maker I see it.” Din groaned loudly. 

You furrowed your brows until you looked down; there he was, just in your lower stomach. 

“Mm,” you moaned, swiveling your hips. 

You pivoted yourself on him until he was a mess underneath you, fists clenched tightly as he willed himself not to move, moaning and groaning as loud as he could because fuck he loved seeing you like this; feral and controlled.

It turned him on more than he’ll admit out loud. 

The fire in your lower stomach burned deliciously throughout your core as you started to bounce on him, thighs clenching through the burn. 

And maker it felt so good. Him stretching your velvety walls, nearly slipping entirely out of you when you lifted up from how fucking wet you were; the slops of your pussy drilling onto his cock was prominent in the suffocating and steamy bunk. 

“Tell me how good this pussy makes you feel.” You ordered him. 

Din snarled, toes clenching in his boots. 

“Gods you’re so pretty,” he moaned. “S-so pretty. And you’re cunt-”

He cuts off when you go harder, each time your ass slaps against his armored clad thighs; it’s not the most comfortable feeling in the world, and yes it would be better if he didn’t have so many layers of clothes off but this?

This was fucking everything. 

Having one of the most feared men in the galaxy, a Mandalorian, at your feet, writhing in pleasure under you?

It was like a dream come true for you. 

And it made you throw your head back as you finally found that spot inside you for him to hit, blubbering just as loudly as he was as you placed your hands on his chest and arched your back to take him deeper. The smoldering clench of your cunt was enough to make you preen and throw your head down to watch you take him all in; your hands slipped against the clean steel, causing your hands to fall against his sides on the cot. 

“You make me feel so good,” he continues. “I feel you clenching me - shit -  and maker I- I’m gon-”

You gave him one last thrust before you abruptly pulled off, whining at the loss of him inside you. 

But Din’s whine was louder than yours and he pulled at the cuffs again, almost kicking his feet like a baby. 

“Wha- what the fuck.”

You smirked, pushing his legs together to make little room for you to accommodate yourself until you could sit back, hot, gushing pussy full on in display for him to see. 

“I told you you needed to learn a lesson,” you explained as you traced your hand down your stomach and to your gaping cunt. “And I don’t think making you cum now is teaching you anything, is it?”

“No you can’t,” he whimpered pathetically; it was a damn near threat. “You can’t do that to me!”

“I am though.”

He gloated as you curled a finger inside you, moaning when your other hand began to rub your clit. 

You made sure to let out a very exaggerated groan to tease him more, feeling the fire start to burn bright again; the pleasure was so intense, so raw, knowing that there was nothing he could do but sit there and watch. 

“I can’t fucking believe you.”

Your eyes cracked open, giggling at the death glare you knew he was throwing you. 

“I think I’m gonna make this a habit of mine,” you said. “Since you’re responding so well to it.”

He didn’t say anything this time, only kept his head lifted to watch as you added another finger, pumping furiously. 

The coil within you grew tighter and tighter as you reached your g-spot. Your toes curled and the breath was knocked out of you as your body started to shutter. 

Your fingers were nothing compared to his cock, but fuck they were almost just was warm and giving you the same buzz you’d been feeling since you cuffed him. 

“That’s - mghm - that’s what that does to me,” you started to ramble. “What you d-o to me.”

You stretched your leg over his, brushing against his dick. Your lower stomach seized at the stretch. 

“Gods Din.” You moaned. “I’m cumming!”

He still didn’t say anything when you forced your eyes to stay open and on him, opening your mouth in a silent cry as you convulsed around your fingers. 

“Kriff!” You gurgled. 

You stopped moving your fingers but kept circling your clit as your release swept over you like a tidal wave, vision blurring as you focused on nothing but the way his dick - even more wet with the combination of your spit and juices - jumped at your pulsing, fluttering pussy, balls tightening in a tease.  

You didn’t stop until the sensitivity was too much and you found yourself panting heavily, shivering when you finally pulled your fingers out with a lewd squelch. 

The only sound in the room was your pants; your skin was flushed and glistening, and Din watched the small beads of sweat trickle down the slope between your tits. 

“Please,” Din begged sweetly. “Please finish me off. Or… or at least uncuff me.”

You pretended to think his offer over, even putting a finger on your chin for emphances. 

His body sagged when you shook your head. 

“I think I’m gonna leave you here for a little. At least until I get some things done first.”

You don’t think he actually believed you until you started to pick up your clothes. 

“And maybe,” you drawled as you pulled your shirt over your head. “If you’ll be a good boy, I’ll be quick about it.”

You never saw him nod his head as fast as he did in that moment in silent defeat. 

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[legoshi-plz]

Omg I loved your headcanons for Riz and Louis! If it's not too much, can you maybe do Juno? She baby 🥺💜

AN: SHE IS BABY!!!!!! God, I love her character so much and Paru did her so freaking dirty 😡 also I apologize in advance for how horny the ending was, I’m sorry it’s so embarrassing 😳

Reader can be read as any gender or animal type/class.

Warning: NSFW +18 (under the warning/cut) [This can be read as either gender but if AFAB, the use of a strap does come into play]

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Okay we’re going to just jump right in because I don’t have that many for Juno.

She’s outgoing, she’s the extrovert of the relationship, and she’s very vocal about when, where, and how she wants things to go. Juno definitely has a thing introverts and you are exactly her type.

You never have to guess how she’s feeling because she’ll make it known, which is how the two of you got together in the first place. After changing so much of who she was to try and be Legoshi’s type, she is officially Done™️ pretending to be someone she’s not. She’s herself around you and tells you straight up that she likes you and wants to be with you if you feel the same way about her. She confesses kind of abruptly though (like the two of you were walking to class and she just goes for it) so you’re caught off guard but manage to stutter out that you feel the same.

And so your relationship began.

Juno is the very embodiment of the “They Asked For No Pickles.” Meme and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. You hate making a fuss or being put in awkward situations but thanks to your amazing and assertive girlfriend, you don’t have to worry.

Juno is not one for self-depreciation AT ALL and will not tolerate you downing yourself. She wants you to see yourself for the beautiful animal she fell head over hills for and won’t let anyone make you feel otherwise, even yourself.

Queen of Random gifts/ surprises and it’s always something you like. She’s incredibly thoughtful and pays close attention to your likes and interests so she’s definitely the better gift-giver in the relationship.

Stroke her tail and she’s literal puddy in your hands, it’s her weakness.

Even though she’s seen on the outside as the powerhouse of the relationship, she’s actually wrapped around your finger. She’s so soft for you and really lets her guard down because she can finally love and be loved for who she is.

Also there’s rarely a dull moment with Juno, she’s freaking hilarious naturally and generally just always has something interesting to say. If you’re in a bad mood or something is weighing on your mind, she knows just how to distract you so that you forget about it completely.

Yes, she will practice in front of you and have you critique her dance routines. And do NOT try to sugarcoat what you think, she wants you to give it to her straight, it’s the only way she’ll improve.

Speaking of sugarcoating, Juno has had to grow up her entire life with people treating her like some feral animal/ overaggressive / overmasculine creature. Spoil her! Treat her like the uwu baby she is! Let her be unapologetically feminine and dainty around you when she wants. It’s a lot on her shoulders being a female Carnivore and sometimes she just needs to be cuddled and pampered as the delicate one for a change. Please let her know she doesn’t always have to keep up this strong, independent, overachiving persona around you.

Now moving on to the NSFW part.

Like other Grey Wolves, Juno’s sex drive is both high and intense.

Despite loving the fact that she can let her guard down around you/ be vulnerable around you, she’s still not a fan of slow sex. She likes sex to be intense and passionate and a little rough. If you’re a more delicate animal, of course she’ll go easy on you but when you’re fucking her do not hold back.

Loves when her significant other pushes her down, grabs her by the tail and fucks her senseless until her legs start to cramp and she can barely form a sentence.

She’s a natural seductress and very open about sexuality. If she’s feeling horny, she’s going to let you know. She will purposefully flaunt herself in front of you, grind against you, etc. to get you hot and bothered.

Speaking of which, one of her favorite things to do is wear skin tight dancewear and ‘forget’ to wear a bra/panties with it while she practices around you. Her tits are bouncing, her nipples are hard as rocks and peaking through her shirt, she’ll have on light colored shorts so that you can see the outline of her pussy and when she gets wet, the fabric is visibly soaked through. She might even wear a shirt that’s way too loose so when she moves, her tits are on full display when the shirt billows up. The sight alone is enough to make anyone cum on themselves instantly.

It’s a regular occurance that you’ll come out of the shower, head to the bedroom to get dressed and there she is on the bed, legs splayed, fingerfucking herself while moaning your name in the most sinful way possible. It gets you everytime.

She also has a keen sense of smell and can always smell when you’re aroused/ in heat. If she detects it first, she’ll tease you to no end until you’re practically begging her to let you fuck her. She’ll ask innocently “Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Of course you can, darling,”

She super flexible from all her years of technical dance training and she implements that fully in the bedroom.

Definitely the type to tease her significant other in public then act innocently. Her nipples usually give her away as they’re like pebbles that she ‘conveniently’ made sure you could see down her shirt.

Speaking of which, her tits are extremely sensitive. Grope her randomly, if she in a relationship with you, she trusts you plus it’s a major turn on for her! Reach under her shirt and roll her nipples between your fingers then leave her alone and you will have her practically preening for you to fuck her. At any moment, you could start playing with her tits and she be mewling for you instantly.

For instance, the two of you are cuddling watching TV and your heads in her lap. Turn towards her, roll her shirt up and just start sucking on her nipples. She’ll be soaking wet for you immediately. Please don’t leave her hanging, go ahead and push her panties to the side to start fingering her, she’ll be gushing all over your hand. Maybe let her climb on top of you so she can ride your face or just keep sucking her tits while pumping her pussy and rubbing out her clit. Either way she’s a whimpering mess cumming all over you, whatever the two do you were watching long forgotten.

Cuddling with her isn’t a mandatory thing, she can appreciate that not everyone likes such close contact after sex but secretly she loves it, please cuddle this beautiful girl and let her wrap her tail around your waist while you two sleep.

Also as a Wolf, her pelt grows thicker in the Winter time so she’s literally like a living furnace. The best of both worlds really because in the summer time it’s shorter so it’s not too thick. Perfect for all seasons and weather conditions.

[wkemeup]

Moscow

summary: after being triggered into the winter soldier, Bucky craves the sense of control that had been taken from him. He comes to you, knowing you might be the only person who can give it back.

pairing: Bucky x reader

word count: 4.4k 

warnings: SMUT (18+), rough-ish sex, dom-ish, restraints, somehow Bucky is still soft™

author’s note: this is a prequel to the one shot BROOKLYN but can be read independently! its almost entirely smut but there’s also some feelings™ thrown in bc its me and i need that ok

Bucky stumbled his way through the halls, hands grabbing onto the railings to keep him steady because anger was fuming through his veins and taking control of him in a way little else could. You followed behind him, always a few steps away, because the mission hadn’t just gone bad, it had been a colossal disaster and Steve didn’t trust Bucky to be on his own after what happened. Frankly, neither did you.

He had been triggered; thrown back to the darkest pits of Hydra’s conditioning just as Steve was about to take out the final target in a month-long operation. Russian phrases echoed through the speakers of the Hydra facility, grainy and distorted, but the words found their way into Bucky’s mind and it shut him off like a switch.

Bucky had been ripped from his body and replaced with something darker, emptier, colder, and he beat Steve until blood coated his hands and Tony managed to knock him over the head. You could do nothing but watch from the far end of the room, hand clasped over your mouth, because you were so incredibly human and Bucky had begged you once to never go near him when he was like that. As skilled as you were, even Natasha held you back from charging forward to help. He was ruthless, almost feral, and if he could inflict that kind of damage to Steve and to the armor of Tony’s suit, he would destroy you.

He was only the soldier for a few minutes but it caused enough of a distraction for the target to get away, for Steve to be teetering on consciousness when Bucky came too again. One look in Steve’s direction, catching sight of the blood trailing from his friend’s nose and the swelling and open wounds upon his face, and an awful flash of shame pulled over Bucky’s features. He turned his hands over ahead of him to examine the red caked into the plates of metal like its very presence mocked him.

He bolted from the facility and Steve urged you to follow him, knowing your history and understanding you might be the only person Bucky would even let within a mile of himself. You didn’t hesitate for even a second.

So, you followed Bucky on foot across the city as he made his way back to the hotel Tony rented out for the team; the jet was too far away for an overnight escape and it was a long ride home from Moscow.

He knew you were following him. He was too observant not to, but he didn’t demand you leave, didn’t turn around and scold you for even attempting to come near him. Instead, he kept his shoulders hunched, hands clenching painfully in fists by his side, and he didn’t so much as spare a glance back in your direction. Though you did catch him eye your reflection on the side of a building as he walked past, double checking you were still where he believed you to be. Even in his worst of nights, Bucky couldn’t turn off the instinct to make sure you were okay.

It was how you ended up on the twelfth floor of the nicest hotel you’d ever stepped foot in, trailing behind Bucky as he left dirt and blood stains in his wake. He paused at the room that was assigned for him and fumbled in search for his key. Panting heavily and hands shaking, you reached for the key he gave you just hours earlier and stepped forward.

You placed your hand over his in an effort to calm him, wrapping your fingers around his palm until the shaking ceased and sharp blue eyes snapped in your direction. Wide, angry almost, but then they softened after he let himself really see who was standing next to him. He stepped back, teeth still gritted because he couldn’t get a hold of the anger in his chest and you slid the keycard in and waited until a green light flickered.

Stepping into the room, you held the door open for him as he followed behind. He didn’t say a word as he walked straight to the bathroom, turning the faucet on and closing the door sharply behind him.

You stared at the closed door for a moment, listening intently as he grumbled to himself under his breath words you couldn’t quite understand. Shrugging your bag off of your shoulders and tossing it to the corner of the room, you slowly made your way to the bed and took a careful seat on the edge. Not quite comfortable enough to relax, hands gripping at the sheets as you waited for Bucky to come back to you.

The room was bigger than you anticipated, with gold detailing on the walls and expensive upholstery the team was sure to cause hundreds of dollars of damage to after the hell of the mission and the blood on your suits. It was more than necessary considering the purpose behind your trip to Moscow, but Tony Stark spared no expense. 

When Bucky emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, you look up to find him still in his tactical gear, though the blood had been scrubbed from his hands and the creases of his metal plates. His skin on his right arm was raw and red from the effort.

“Buck?” you called gingerly, “you okay?”

The bed dipped as he sat down next to you. His hands still clenching, unclenching, searching for release and you narrowed your eyes as you watch him. His breaths were heavy, but short, and he dropped his head to his chest.

“I feel like I’m burning,” he confessed quietly, voice aching. “I… I feel like I’ve lost all control of myself, Y/n. It’s like my body’s not my own.”

Your hand slid onto his knee and you squeezed gently, just enough to remind him you’re there next to him. Physical touch was the only thing that grounded him when he was like this.

He watched your hand as you rubbed circles on his thigh, tracing patterns over his pants in an effort to sooth him. But he didn’t need to be soothed, didn’t need to calm down, he needed to ignite the fire in the veins before it consumed him whole.  

“I need,” Bucky started but he bit his tongue. He took a deep breath and turned to face you, pupils a little darker. “I need to feel in control. I can’t… I can’t be that powerless again, Y/n/n. I can’t.”

You nodded, face flushing and knowing where he was going but you needed him to ask for it, needed to hear it aloud because it was so unlike the tender care Bucky usually sought you for.

“Tell me what you want from me, baby,” you whispered as you slowly stood from the bed.

Parting his legs with your knees, you stood between his thighs. He sighed as your hands trailed over the sides of his face, brushing away hair from his eyes, and raking into his scalp. His hands slid up the curve of your thighs, pressing roughly into your muscle just to find something to hold onto as he leaned against your chest.

You dipped forward and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head before you gently pulled him away from your chest, begging him to look at you. Once he did, cool waves of blue turned darker, his jaw clenching and he rose to his feet.

He stepped forward, like he was stalking prey, causing you to take a stumble back until you hit the wall behind you. He caged you with his arms, his hips pressed to yours and you bit your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I want you to let me fuck you. Hard,” he growled, pressing himself against you and you felt a clench between your legs in anticipation. His breath was hot on your skin as his hands trailed down your sides. He pressed a warm kiss to your neck, sloppy and needy.

“I want you to let me use your body however I want,” Bucky continued, his fingers playing with the zipper of your suit and slowly pulled it down to your navel as the cool air touched your skin. He slid his hand under the fabric, gliding along your skin to leave goosebumps in its wake, and began to cup at your breast, rolling and tweaking at your hardened nipple. 

Your breath hitched, hands squeezing at his shoulders, met with resistance in both metal appendage and hardened muscle, and he chuckled darkly.

“I want you squirming under me, tied up and begging,” Bucky continued with a hiss and he grinded his hips against yours, the hardened outline of his arousal prominent through his suit and you hiked a leg to wrap around his waist seeking the friction you needed.

He nipped at your neck, hot breath trailing up until he paused at your ear, and whispered, “I want to fuck your tight little pussy until you’ve come so many times, you’re screaming for me to stop.”

You gasped as Bucky bit down onto your earlobe and your hands curled around his neck. The Bucky you knew was loving and gentle and perfect in every way but you’d never heard such filth come from the sweet purr of his voice before. The words flowed straight from his mouth to your core and you pushed your hips against his to alleviate the ache.

His hand gripped at the curve of your ass before he let it slide down the under of your thigh, along the leg wrapped at his waist. Slowly, he pushed it back down to your side and you whined.

“What do you say?” he pulled back, a fire in his eyes and heat burning on his skin as he looked you over. “Gonna let me do whatever I want with you?”

“God yes,” you exhaled and without wasting even a second, Bucky slammed his lips to yours. Greedy and hungry, rushed and hard, and unlike any other kiss you’d shared with him before, but it exhilarated you. 

He parted your legs with his knee and pressed it up against your core. You rubbed yourself down onto him shamelessly, hard muscle between your legs, and he grinned against your lips.

Harsh hands pulled at the fabric of your suit, fingers digging under it and peeling it down your shoulders to expose your chest. He groaned as he struggled to get the tight material off of your body and accidentally shoved you away from the wall and back a few paces until you hit the dresser with a thud. A flash of concern brushed over him but you gave him a wink, signaling you were okay, and he nodded, letting his features harden over again.

You removed the rest of the suit yourself, watching eagerly as Bucky did the same. Slow, calculated movements as he unbuckled each clasp on his jacket, hungry eyes staring at you as you stood entirely naked before him. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing the fabric across the room before he strutted towards you. Lower half still clothed but with the shine of his left arm reflecting in the dim lighting through the window, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your entire body flush against his.

“So fucking gorgeous, doll,” he mumbled into your hair as his hands roamed down your body and squeezed at your ass.  

Being so exposed, vulnerable and open to him, naked, while he was still partially covered, only seemed to add to the excitement stirring in your stomach. Your hands reached around his neck, playing with the tips of his hair and he gripped harshly at your wrists, pulling they away from him and positioning them on the dresser behind you.

“You don’t get to touch me until I say so,” Bucky instructed, releasing your hands with the silent demand to keep them where they are. You nodded carefully, thighs quivering as he placed two fingers on your lips.

“Suck,” he demanded and you took his fingers into your mouth, tongue swirling and coating them wet until he was satisfied and he pulled them from your lips with a pop. Then, his hand traveled down along your curves, around your thigh, and slowly slipped between your legs.

He ran his fingers up your slit, swirling in the wetness and fire pooled in your veins. Two fingers dipped between your folds and you could practically smell your own arousal as it dripped from your thighs.

“So needy for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, a whimper escaping you as he curled his fingers at your entrance, hooking into you as he met your eye. His grip on you, in you, was firm and hard and his body was flush up against yours enough to feel every ridge in his muscles.

He dragged his fingers along your inner walls, bending at knuckles and stretching you. You whimpered into his shoulder.

“Tell me who this belongs to.”

“You,” you gasped, hands digging into the edge of the dresser to find purchase, “belongs to you.”

“Good girl,” Bucky said as he removed his fingers, leaving you so incredibly empty and you couldn’t help but think playfully that if he had meant that, he wouldn’t have taken his fingers from you. There wasn’t room for that sort of teasing tonight. Bucky needed something else from you and you were more than willing to play into that role for him. Whatever he needed. Always.

“Get on the bed,” he snapped, grabbing a firm grip of your wrist and pushing you towards the mattress.

Wasting no time, you crawled up to the mattress, silk sheets under the bare of your skin as you waited for him, for further instruction. He started to pace around the room, the moonlight cascading in through the window illuminating the soft ripples of muscle down his chest and back. Darkened scars on his shoulder where flesh met metal on full display and he didn’t shy away from it, not anymore, not around you.

Bucky paused suddenly as he stood next to the curtains; long, maroon in color, and he picked one end up from the bottom, examining it in his hands. You watched him under narrowed eyes as he grabbed a firm hold and ripped off a piece from the end, frayed strings of material in its wake. Tony certainly won’t be happy about that. Add it to another expense of allowing the Avengers access to one of the nicest hotels in the city.

Bucky turned the fabric over in his hands, touching it, running the flesh of his right hand over it. He grinned to himself and made his way back towards the bed. Looking down at you, laid out and ready for him, something softer washed over him, like he forgot for a minute why he had even asked for something rougher than he usually asked from you.

Shaking his head, pulling himself back into the mindset he so desperately craved because the fire was too hot in his veins, the lack of control he’d experienced just an hour prior too engraved in him. He was about to gesture for your hands, but he stopped, clenching the fabric tightly.

“I need a safe word, doll.”

His voice is soft, tender and it reminded you of the Bucky you usually found in the dead of night. You glanced up at him and find him running the fabric through his right hand almost nervously, tugging at it to test the elasticity of it. Your heart raced in your chest as you met his eye.

“Brooklyn.”

He smiled at that.

“Say it again,” he requested.

You do and Bucky’s hand trailed along your exposed skin, vulnerable and needy and tingling under his touch. With a quick nod, he found his character again and you handed him your wrists before he could even ask. Wordlessly, he tied the fabric around your wrists and adhered it to the bedpost. 

On your back, you laid in wait for him, thighs clenched together though it did no use to fill the aching void you so desperately needed from him. He stepped back, admiring his work as hungry eyes scanned over you.

You watched as he began to undo the belts on his pants, tedious movements with each clasp, and you knew he was teasing you because he wouldn't tear his eyes away from you. The fabric fell down over his hips and he stepped out of it, kicking it aside. The thin fabric shielding his arousal was removed in haste and he crawled up onto the bed to hover over you, where he belonged.

His cock stood hard out against him, rubbing delicately at your thigh as it swung between his own, and you licked your lips, craving the taste of him on your tongue.

“No time,” he grunted with the shake of his head, having noticing your stare.

You looked up at him and saw his jaw was clenching so hard you could see the flicker of his muscle through his cheeks. He was fighting off something in his head, something more than just the raw desire he felt in that moment, something that demanded his need for control.

“I’m yours,” you reminded him, voice low as he turned to catch your eye. “I’m yours and you can do whatever you want with me.”

Bucky stared at you for a moment, almost lost, because he was fighting some sort of battle in his head you couldn’t read. He glanced down to between your legs, back to your face, like he’s reassuring himself of your words, that it was okay to do what he needed, to be rough and hard with the woman he cared so deeply for.

“Take me, Bucky,” you plead, noticing his hesitancy.

Bucky swallowed and he eventually nodded. He let out a heavy exhale.

Slowly, he grabbed a hold of his cock, stroked it a few times, and rubbed the head through the folds of your slit, coating it in your wetness. You closed your eyes at the feeling, head pressing back into the pillows as you arched up against him the longer he touched you. 

You tugged on the restraints, desperate to run your hands over his thighs, circle around his cock, comb through his hair, something, anything, but it’s not what he wanted, not what he needed tonight, so you bit your tongue. There would be more of that another night.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” Bucky groaned as his tip lined up with your entrance, the sinful words dripping from his lips. “Gonna make it hard and rough for you. That what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you real hard? Make it so you can still feel me between your legs in the morning?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” you whined as his fingers began to rub at your clit. Your core clenched around air, throbbing and needy for him. He still hadn’t filled you and you were aching, desperate, and withering beneath him like he wanted. He put more pressure on your clit. “Need to you fuck me, baby. Fuck me till it hurts. Please, ah, Sergeant!”

Bucky paused at that, raising an eyebrow at the rank as it rolled off your tongue with such delicious need, and a smirk pulled at his lips, surging newfound confidence. His fingers dug into your hips, pressing down hard enough to feel the bones beneath and he sank down into you with one harsh thrust.

It was exquisite. The way he stretched and completed you and had you rutting up against him instinctively searching for more.

“What did I tell you about doing that?” Bucky snarled and he pressed your hips back down with a growl to remind you who was in charge. But you were so full and he was so still as his hands started to roam over your body, up your stomach along your breasts, pinching at hardening nipples. It was too much and staying still with him hard inside you was impossible.

He took his time with you, so patient despite the anger boiling in his veins because even when he’s like this, even when every ounce of him has been beaten and manipulated by a force who tormented him for decades, they can’t make him want to be cruel to you, even if you agreed so eagerly.

Unprovoked, Bucky rolled his hips against you and you cried out from the sudden sensation. He steadied himself on the headboard, one hand gripping just above where your wrists were tied, the other digging into your hip and pulled out of you slowly, just enough to brush his tip over your clit again.

Then, Bucky slammed himself back into you with a grunt, fast and hard, and he didn’t let up once he started. Friction where you needed it most, a pleasant burn between your legs, and pleasure building at your core, between your legs, in your stomach. You struggled against the bindings, hands yearning to touch the man above you as he grunted and moaned and shook as he chased his release.

The creak of the bed was loud, the headboard slammed against the wall, and you planted your feet against the mattress, pushing up against Bucky’s thrusts because lying still wasn’t an option and Bucky was too far gone to notice or care. His grip on your hip was painful but it stung in a way that only spurred on the clenching at your core.

“F-fuck, ah,” Bucky moaned out and he moved his hand from your hip to circle at your clit. Wet and dripping and sensitive beyond belief, you cried out as he put pressure on the nub, your walls clenching from the touch. “So good, baby, so fucking good for me. There’s nothing like you being wrapped around me like this, nothing. My girl. My—oh, fuck—my girl. So good.”

You nodded frantically, begging, because you were so close and you were teetering on the edge of release and Bucky was starting to lose his rhythm. He was close, skin hot and hips jutting out desperately. His hands scraped along the nightstand and the lamp fell to the ground with a loud crash. He paid it no attention because there was nothing but his cock sliding in and out of you and your pussy clenching so tight around him, he was seeing stars. It was everything. It consumed him whole.  

“Bucky! B-Bucky, oh God, I’m-- fuck, I’m so close,” you cried, the walls at your core clenching around him with every thrust. Pressure building and building and you don’t notice as Bucky’s left hand on the headboard gripped so tightly it broke a piece clean off. He tossed it halfway across the room with a grunt.

Then, all at once, your release hit you in blinding waves as Bucky’s thrusts continued rapid and needy. You cried out as each swell hit and crashed and he didn’t let up in search of his own release. Wrists tugging against silk fabric and you could hardly stand not being able to touch him, to coax him through the way his eyes fluttered shut, how his biceps shook and his lips parted open so beautifully in a drawn-out gasp.

“Come for me, baby,” you urged him on, pushing up to kiss at his neck, even with your hands bound above your head. He grunted, turning to meet your lips because he can’t bear to play this character anymore and captured your mouth against his. Despite the pant of his breath, he relished the feel of your kiss and he gasped against your tongue.

“F-fuck, baby,” he grunted, glancing down to where you were conjoined, watching himself slide into you with each thrust. “I’m gonna— Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so close. I’m-- I’m gonna come--”

He came with a strangled cry and several slower, drawn out thrusts as he spilled into you, warm and full until he had nothing left to give, before he collapsed against your chest. His breath hot on your skin, glistening with sweat, as he exhaled a sigh of relief. You stretched forward as much as you could to kiss the crown of his head and he hummed contently above you.

Bucky pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, your collarbone, and he pushed himself up enough to work at removing the knot from your wrists. His lips pressed to your elbow, your forearms, as he worked and the red silk slipped from your wrists and onto the floor, cool air soothing over the tender skin.

“You feel better?” you asked him carefully as he settled down back into the bed, kissing at your wrists. You smiled at him as he tenderly touched at the slightly red marks around your wrists, pressing kisses so soft and gentle you almost couldn’t feel them. 

“Better than when I walked in this room,” Bucky admitted with a tired chuckle, “but I always feel better when I’m with you. Probably would have been able to work through it with you even if we just laid here and watched television all night.”

“This was nice, too, you know,” you giggled, curling up against his chest but Bucky stiffened. He sucked in a shaky breath.

“Was it?” he asked genuinely because he wasn’t sure. 

His eyes glanced down to your hip and there were purple marks already forming in the shape of his hand. He couldn’t help the grimace that soured his face as he ran his fingers tenderly over the bruising. He never wanted to leave marks on you like this, not ones made from the harsh grip of his hands rather than the warmth of his lips. It scared him, knowing that he could do something like that to you without even realizing it.

“It was,” you stressed sincerely, grabbing his hand away from your hip before he can trap himself in the cage of guilt again. You held it softly in your own, tracing patterns and bringing his knuckles to your lips. “It was good, Buck. Different, maybe. But it was you. It’s always good with you.”

He smiled at that, an exhale of relief in his chest as he tugged you tighter against him. He kissed your forehead, running his hands soothingly along your curves; tender, gentle touches so familiar of the man you adored. Lingering brushes over your skin until you were lulled to sleep, listening to the steady sound of a heartbeat against your ear; steady, firm, in control.

Hope you guys enjoyed the glimpse into what happened in Moscow that started the events from Brooklyn! ❤️ If you enjoyed this fic, please consider supporting me at my ko-fi account ✨

[taynuz]

Pretty Boy | Part 2

Sandor x reader

Part 1 here: Pretty Boy | Part 1

M (smut)

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The sensual tone in your voice sent Sandor over the edge. He kissed you again and ran his hand up your back and into your hair. He took you over to his bed and sat you on his lap. You could feel him become more excited beneath your smallclothes. The feeling of his stiffened member drove you mad. You had laid with men before but you could tell it was going to be different with Sandor. The way he handled you was different, almost like he was afraid to hurt you and run you away. You started to grind against him impatiently, the hold he had on your hair tightened and he let out a throaty growl.

“Gods, woman! One might confuse ya for a bitch in heat.” He laughed as he moved his hands under your dress and grasped your thighs. His calloused hands skimmed over your soft skin making you begin to drip. “I can damn near smell ya from here, lass.” He nuzzled his stubbled face into the crook of your neck pushing you past your breaking point.

“I need you to fuck me. Now.” You borderline moaned. You felt Sandor twitch beneath you and you knew you struck a chord. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your back. In one swift movement, he threw the skirt of your dress up and kissed along the inside of your thigh. You had never imagined Sandor to be a tease but you weren’t complaining.

“Look at how wet I’ve made ya, little bear.” He said as he ran his finger over the soaked fabric. “I can’t wait ta taste ya.” He looked into your eyes as he looped his fingers around either side of your smallclothes and gently pulled them off. The second he looked into your core he let out a groan and began to kiss your nub. You felt all your nerves awaken as Sandor’s tongue flitted erratically over your clit. You couldn’t stop the sounds of pleasure escaping you which only made Sandor work even more to bring you to your climax. You finally released when he inserted a digit into you and pumped lovingly. An explosion of colors erupted behind your eyes as you came. Sandor laid a kiss on your folds before raising to stand. You were still panting in complete ecstasy as you watched him undress. You sat up and grabbed hold of his waistband. He grabbed your hands and put them on his cock.

“I’m not waitin’ ta have you any longa. Dress, off.” You did as he commanded and removed the wine soaked garment, exposing your breasts to the chill of his chamber caused your nipples to stand at attention. This caught Sandor’s eye and he couldn’t help himself from pouncing on you and taking the little pink bud into his mouth. The things that man could do with his tongue put you in a frenzy. His other hand shot down to undress the rest of his lower half. Once he had freed himself and moved his fingers back to your supple breast and toyed with your nipple.

“Fuck, Sandor! Why do you torture me so?” You gave an exasperated sigh and ran your hands along the outline of his shoulders.

“All in good time, little bear.” He kissed you again but this time it was much gentler, more loving, and almost as if he didn’t want to miss a moment. You could taste yourself on his lips as you ran your hands from his shoulders down either side of his body and back up to his chest.

“Sandor, please.” You were never one to beg but the anticipation was almost painful. He reached down and positioned himself at your opening. You propped your knees up by his sides welcoming the intrusion. His forehead met yours as he pushed into you lightly giving you a moment to adjust to his size. From the moment he entered, he hit all the right places inside making you feel dizzy. His slow rhythm began to pick up as you squirmed beneath him. You could tell he was trying to keep you comfortable and everything he was doing felt amazing, but you wanted the hot, feral fire that you knew was in him. You dragged your nails along his back sending a shiver down his spine. He started to pick up the pace.

You felt like you were about to unravel when you leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Fuck me harder.” He grabbed the back of your hair again and pulled, his other hand reaching down to grab your ass. You knew he had more in him that he was afraid to let out. You tried to stay somewhat quiet but your cries of satisfaction kept raising and you finally crumbled. His rhythmic pounds throwing you deeper into pure euphoria. He slowed his pumps as you came down, all the while kissing your neck and cheek.

“What do ya want now, little bear?” You loved that he was at your every command and you wanted him to be complete with you.

“I want more.” Sandor gave out a hearty laugh.

“Ya think ya can handle more, lass?”

“I want you to release.”

“An’ how exactly do ya want that?” He whispered into your ear.

“Flip ‘round.” Sandor wrapped his one arm around your back as he used the other to turn you both over. You sat straight up, letting him inspect every inch of your body. His grip on your thighs was strong and you could tell he was holding back. You started rocking back and forth, feeling his cock rubbing your spot and reigniting the fire inside of you. Sandor ran his hands through his hair and through his head back, groaning.

“Seven Hells, woman. Where did ya learn that?” He grabbed your thighs again as he watched you bounce on his hips. He took hold of one of your breasts and began to play with your nipple making you gasp and moan. You could tell he was enjoying himself, the noises he made were becoming more feral by the second. He sat up and placed a firm grip on your ass. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him with no control. He began humping in unison with you and you could feel your release coming quickly. Your tongues danced as he let out a sigh and thrusted into you with all his length causing you to whimper in orgasm as he spilled his seed into you. You stayed that way for a while, panting and kissing, a web of sweat and lust. You placed your head on Sandor’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around your back and his hands ran up and down the length of your spine.

“Stay.” He tried to whisper but you still jumped. You pulled back to look at him. The sadness that you saw in his eyes earlier was gone. Replaced with longing and what you only thought could be, love. You had never been asked that before, your heart ached at his request.

“Of course.” He grabbed your face and planted one last kiss on your lips before laying you both down for the night.

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You awoke the next morning almost hanging off the bed. Sandor was sprawled out next to you, his arm still caught beneath you. The sun was just starting to rise prompting you to get up and get to work. You put your wine stained dress back on before turning back to Sandor to tell him goodbye, only to find him already wake and watching you.

“Mornin’.” He grumbled as he gave you a once over, biting his lip.

“Good morning.” You smiled back at him. He reached for your hand, which you gave him, and pulled you back into his bed. Immediately, you began kissing him, thanking the gods last night wasn’t just a drunken exchange. “I need to get ready for work.” You began to get up when Sandor’s hands found your hips and pulled you back into his warm embrace.

“I’ll come find ya tonight.” You loved his assertiveness.

“You better.” You said snarkily as you gave him a farewell kiss and made for your chambers to change.

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The day had been going as usual. After you were changed, you had a bit of food to start the day. You headed out to the courtyard to begin your gardening duties when you were stopped by a pair of knights requesting your attendance in the Great Hall. You knew the wrath of Joffrey would come down eventually. Thankfully, King Robert was a merciful king and was never one to obey orders from his children.

“Lady L/N.” King Robert was always the respectful type toward women in the Keep, calling them Lady whether they earned the title or not.

“Your Grace.” You curtsied before him politely.

“It has been brought to my attention that you have disgraced a tournament victor. Been told you wouldn’t dance. Is this true?” He was still a little drunk from last night's feast, you hoped that would be to your advantage. You glanced to the king’s left and noticed the bruised knight that tried to court you. He was standing beside Joffrey’s seat, smirking down at you.

“It is true, my lord.” You stood strong, you had not committed any crimes.

“And it’s also true, you wouldn’t let him fuck you?” King Robert rolled his eyes.

“I would not, my lord. He had been cruel to me, he broke the Knights Code of Arms.” You looked right into Ser Eyan’s eyes as you added the last part. King Robert snapped his head towards the knight angrily.

“Does this woman speak truth, Ser Waynwood?” The knight was about to open his mouth when he was interrupted.

“Aye, ya Grace. He laid ‘ands on the girl, spilled wine on ‘er, called ‘er daft.” You tried not to smile at Sandor’s confirmation of the events from the night. In that moment, you had fallen for the Hound.

“Eyan of House Waynwood. I renounce your title of Knight of the Seven Kingdoms and exile you from King’s Landing! Everyone begone now! I need sleep!” King Robert bellowed.

“But Father! She disrespected a knight and champion in front of the entire feast! She deserves punishment!” Joffrey’s face was redder than you had ever seen. You did your best not to chuckle at his tantrum. King Robert’s head was in his hands, likely trying to release his gnawing headache.

“Quiet, Joffrey!” The hall fell silent. “You are relieved of your gardening duties and will be appointed chambermaid to Princess Myrcella.” Again, you fought back the urge to smile, Myrcella was a delightful girl and you knew it would be no difficult task to be her chambermaid. Before Joffrey could whine again, King Robert dismissed everyone officially from the hall. Eyan Wyanwood’s stance diminished as he talked in hushed tones to Joffrey, likely requesting a pardon for his actions. Joffrey stormed out of the hall without giving the ex-knight an answer. Jamie Lannister approached Waynwood, took him by the arm and escorted him out of the Keep.

“Clegane, L/N.” You and Sandor turned to face the king. “We leave for Winterfell by the week’s end. Make sure the prince and princess are prepared.” With a nod, King Robert left. You and Sandor left the Great Hall, laughing to yourselves.

A/N: I will be doing a part 3 to this! I am super invested in this relationship now and can’t wait to show you guys its depths!  Thank you to those that requested a part 2, much appreciated!! 

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