Soft Spot

Soft Spot

Part 2

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 1 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT, swearing, violence, Merle being a creep ❧ Word Count: 6.4k

❧ Requested by @deathishereditary (this request—this is the second part)

❧ Summary: Adjusting to life in Daryl’s camp, you have a less than enjoyable interaction with Merle when he is caught spying on you changing in your tent. Daryl leaps into protective mode, and you just admit, it awakens something in you.

❧ A/N: Here it is! The smutty sequel to Soft Spot. I really love this Daryl x Reader couple, they're so cute! I honestly don't even care if this Daryl is OOC (in my opinion, he isn't OOC... I could genuinely see him being this soft/cutesy with his SO, but maybe that's just me lol). Also I came so close to adding a daddy kink but I restrained myself.

Daryl watched with a sharp, alert gaze as you dipped yourself in the water, nude and vulnerable in the middle of walker-infested woods, but you insisted upon him taking you further out, away from the prying eyes of the group at the quarry, who still were amazed by your presence, even after a week had passed since Daryl found you. 

“A nice bath,” you had said. “I need a nice bath, Daryl. Please?”

As usual, he relented, taking you out to a pond nestled amongst the trees in the forest just outside the camp. It was perfect for privacy, it being shrouded in trees and bushy overgrowth, but his main concern was walkers, as usual. That, and you were still recovering from your two-day-old injury, walking with a slight limp that sent a sharp pang of hurt through his own body. If you needed to run away, he was sure he’d have to carry you, but what you wanted was what you would get, as far as he was concerned.

“Don’t go too far now!” he hollered to you. “Best to stay close, shallow end.”

You smiled and shook your head. “You should come in! The water feels so good… And you’re filthy, Daryl.”

He scoffed. “‘M fine.” Of course, the water did look inviting, and so did you, with your breasts bobbing ever so slightly in the weak current. His drawn out stare brought a blush to your cheeks, and you subconsciously covered your breasts, despite knowing he’d seen them many times before.

“Can’t you just come in for a little bit, pumpkin?” you asked sweetly, playing on his weakness for you. Of course, you always used your power for good; he could never say no to you, and you used that to get him to do things that you were sure would be good for him. This time, you were determined to get him clean. For his own good. “For me?”

He chewed thoughtfully on his bottom lip, fiddling with his crossbow as he leaned back on the tree he’d been dutifully standing guard at. He had to admit, he was filthy, caked in dirt and blood and sweat and God knows what else. Probably tree sap, which made him slightly flammable. He was sure he’d brushed up against some poison oak, too, and that was the last thing he wanted to deal with, on top of everything else going on.

“What about the walkers?” he asked you. “Someone’s gotta keep watch.”

“You can keep watch in here,” you laughed. “Please, sweetheart?”

A flash of your wide, batting eyes was enough to push him over the edge. He stripped himself of his clothes rather quickly, hoping to get the whole ordeal over with so he could go back to watching out for walkers again, then marched towards the edge of the pond with his crossbow and knife in hand, naked.

You found yourself beaming at the image of him stripped bare, dipping himself in the pond while he rather reluctantly set his weapons on a rock for ease of reach. “I ain’t gonna be in here long,” he said. “We should get back soon, anyway. Sun’s gonna start goin’ down in an hour or so. Gotta put some more ointment on your wound.”

You sighed and waded closer to him, your feet barely stepping on the ground below the water. Ignoring his rambling about safety, you reached for your washcloth and raised it above his head to wring the water out over his hair. The light, ashy brown strands stuck adorably to the sides of his face and his forehead, while his face scrunched up tight in reaction.

“We’re going to get you clean, mister,” you said with a smile. “Nice and clean… I just wish we had soap.”

He rolled his eyes, though his quivering lips that curled into an ever so slight, barely detectable smile betrayed him. You began scrubbing his bare chest with your washcloth, though your touch was so light and delicate that you feared you’d have trouble really scraping off all that caked-on dirt and gore. 

Your tongue stuck out between your lips just a sliver as you concentrated on getting bits of sticky tree sap out of the sparse forest of short, wiry hairs on his broad chest, the same one you fell asleep on every night. It was good to know it would once again be clean for tonight.

“How did you get tree sap in your chest hairs?” you giggled sweetly.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” he replied, with his usual scoff thrown in. If you hadn’t known him so well, you might’ve thought he was serious, but he was joking with you, you could tell. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse for you to wash me, though…”

“Mhm, sure…” Your smile seemed to fade as you watched the water drip down his chest, suddenly reminding you of how different everything had become, how the world would never be like it was before. Most of all, that intrusive thought snuck up on you again, as it often had at the most inconvenient of times: Do I belong here?

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head and managing a small smile. “Just thinking…”

“‘Bout what?”

You scoffed and shook your head to throw him off your trail, but he only lowered his gaze and looked more seriously at you, trying to draw the anxiety from your mind out into the open. That intense, blue-eyed gaze was nothing short of immensely powerful. 

“I miss our apartment,” you finally said. Your gaze moved downward as you scrubbed his abdomen, trying not to look him in the eyes with the shame you felt in admitting your sadness. “I miss my family. Going to work… Never thought I’d miss that. I think I even miss that stupid squeaky floorboard in the living room, and the overflowing toilet that drove you crazy. I was just thinking about all that.”

He smirked at the memory of your apartment’s terrible plumbing system, and how much you shivered underneath the stream of cold water from the old shower. The water heater was always so fickle, no matter how many times Daryl tried to fix it. The only solution was to get in the shower with you in an attempt to shield you from the direct assault of icy cold water, and to try to keep you warm with his body heat. 

“This is better than that damn shower, though,” he said, trying to lift your spirits. 

“I suppose,” you laughed. “And at least we have each other, right?”

“Right.” He leaned forward to peck your lips, his eyes fluttering to meet your gaze as his lips gently pulled away, but not too far, as he wasn’t quite willing to leave your lips completely. “Ya know I’d never let anything or anyone hurt you, right?”

You nodded vehemently. If there was anything you knew, you knew that. “Of course,” you said. “You’re my hero.”

“I am?” he asked with a smirk. 

“You know you are… Always making me feel safe. You’re so good to me, and I’m such a wimp.”

“Ya know I hate it when you say that.” His hand raised to graze your cheek, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, a touch you were so desperate for, as always. “You ain’t a wimp. You’re perfect. I don’t blame ya for bein’ scared, for missing things. Everyone’s scared… Maybe I’m a little scared, too. Scared of losing you.”

You smiled sadly, though you tried to lighten the mood just to keep yourself from crying. “Merle, too?”

He scoffed. “Merle? Pfft, he’s all right, but he ain’t you… My bunny.”

He elicited a soft whimper of surprise from you when he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you against his chest and causing you to drop the washcloth into the water with a splash. 

His lips crashed onto yours, sweetly and yet with so much hunger, as he hadn’t been this intimate with you since before you were separated a little over a week ago. For the two days you were at his camp, he’d only touch you to hold you or kiss your cheek, as he knew you were still recovering from your injury. Still, he hadn’t been immune to his desire for you, his innate need to be with you in the way only he could. 

He needed your soft, sweet body beneath his, letting him guide you as he drew you closer and closer to abject pleasure. He needed to hear your little moans and whimpers of uncontrollable, carnal bliss as he hit deep into you, gently and with the utmost care, but also with so much passion you swore you saw his eyes roll into the back of his head. 

For fear of hurting your leg, he had been holding back the heat that was rising in him, but with you naked, soaking wet, no less, he couldn’t keep pretending he wasn’t desperate for physical intimacy. The privacy helped, too, of course. Sharing a tent with Merle wasn’t the most ideal situation, you’d be the first to admit.

His hand reached below water to take a handful of your ass, the pressure of which sent your core careening into his where you felt his hardening. All the while, his tongue slipped into your gaping mouth to taste you, wriggling it around too fast for your tongue to keep up.

His hand moved around to cup your groin, where he put immense, sudden pressure on your clit. You whimpered into his mouth and trembled in his arms, the way he loved. He loved how you reacted to him, how sensitive you always were. It made him want to be more delicate with you, yet at the same time, he wanted to devour you, to elicit the most lascivious noises from your sweet mouth.

“Daryl,” you laughed against his cheek when he finally removed his lips from yours. His tongue tickled your ear playfully, while his hand rubbed more feverishly at your clit until you gasped and clinged harder to his back. “Daryl! Oh!”

The feeling of his finger gently entering you caused you to open your eyes in shock, and immediately your gaze was drawn to a lumbering figure slowly, but steadily, approaching, coming closer to the pond as it moved between the trees in the summery golden hour.

“Oh, Daryl,” you moaned, somewhere between pleasure and fear. You dug your chin into his shoulder and tapped harshly on his soaking wet back. “Daryl!” you cried out a little louder now, as the walker surely could see the two of you now. “Look!”

He grunted as you hit his back once more. “What?” 

His peripheral vision drew him to the sight of the walker getting dangerously close to the pond. “Ah, shit!”

He waded swiftly through the water, back to the edge of the pond to retrieve his crossbow.

He lifted himself up and out of the small reservoir, naked and dripping wet, to lift his weapon and aim it directly at the creature’s rotting head. He shot the thing down, and you breathed a sigh of relief. 

He huffed and looked around, now noticing sundown was fast approaching. “Let’s get back,” he said to you, then held out his hand to help you out of the pond. “Could be more comin’.”

The idea frightened you, and yet, you couldn’t help but smile as he wrapped a bath towel around you, rubbing your arms up and down to cry you off. “What’re you smilin’ about, huh?” 

You shrugged and watched him tie his own towel around his waist. “Just… I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone shoot a crossbow naked before… Kind of alluring.”

He smirked and shook his head, slightly bashfully, and yet with a hint of mischief. “Let’s get back,” he said again. “We got unfinished business, bunny.”

“What about your brother?” you asked.

He shrugged. “He can sleep outside tonight.”

Night fell not long after returning to camp, and you found yourself brushing through your damp hair as you sat upon the cot you shared with Daryl in his tent. He’d left momentarily to retrieve some MREs from the center of camp, leaving you alone in only your towel, slightly exhausted but eager for Daryl to make love to you as he promised.

You recalled how much Daryl loved when you wore his shirts, how they covered you almost like a short nightgown, and how in the morning after sleeping in them, his shirts would carry your scents reminding him of you.

Stripping the towel from your body, you slowly rose to cross the tent and dig through Daryl’s small pile of clothes. His cleanest shirt at the moment was his old yellow plaid flannel with the sleeves cut off (as he had a habit of doing), so you laid it out on the cot before you, then crossed over again to rummage through the pile of undergarments Daryl had found for you just the day before.

It felt wonderful to slip on that clean pair of panties, and before slipping into Daryl’s shirt, you bundled it up in your hands and held it up to your nose, taking a deep breath as you took in his scent of tobacco and pine. The subtle tickle of the fabric against your bare breasts was exhilarating, and caused you to giggle a little to yourself, though the sound was muffled by the soft shirt held against your lips. 

Merle’s beady, sharp blue eyes peeked through the slight crevice of the flaps opening up to your tent. They followed your body’s every move, every heave of your chest as you took in another whiff of Daryl’s comforting scent. You might’ve been able to feel a perverse pair of eyes on you if you weren’t so enraptured, but you couldn’t feel a thing other than the cotton grazing your now clean, bare skin.

He watched you intently, almost suspiciously, as if you knew you were putting on a little show for him, teasing him. When you pulled the shirt away from your chest, revealing your breasts once again, his breath hitched and his smile curled into a cruel smirk. It wasn’t that he was particularly interested in you had you not been with Daryl, but the fact that you were was almost like an overt challenge to his masculinity, and his superiority as the older brother. His younger brother with a woman, while Merle was facing the end of the world on his own? It annoyed him, and so seeing you half-nude was a rather amusing thought to him, and you had a hell of a rack, he thought.

“What the hell are you doin’?!”

Daryl’s voice bellowed and echoed throughout the camp. You flinched, quickly pulling on Daryl’s shirt before buttoning it in a haste. Throwing aside the flaps of the tent, you were met with the image of Daryl ferociously attacking Merle to the ground, the both of them nearly rolling into the flames of the bonfire. 

“Get off me!” Merle shouted, though his words were slurred as Daryl’s hand squished his face against the ground. Merle spat before kneeing Daryl in the groin, and he quickly moved to get the upper hand, standing above Daryl, who writhed in pain for just a moment. His anger was enough to get him back up. 

He scooted himself back and launched himself up to clasp his hands around Merle’s neck, then pushed him steadily backwards until the older brother’s back was firmly pressed against the nearest tree. His hands tightened around his throat as he snarled, with a low growl punctuating his words: “I’ll fuckin’ kill you, Merle,” he said. “I will… You never, ever watch ‘er, you hear me?”

“Pfft,” he laughed. “You’d kill your own brother for that little slut? Boy, it’s time you grew a pair of balls and stop thinkin’ about hooch all the damn time!”

“Oh, yeah?! That why you were watchin’ ‘er change?! You fuckin’ creep!”

Your legs almost gave out where you stood, and suddenly you felt alien in your own body, ashamed of yourself for not noticing the peeping Tom outside your tent. 

Dizziness took over, taking you back into the tent and flinging you onto Daryl’s cot, where you buried your head in his pillow and let loose tears of embarrassment.

Outside, you heard more yelling, more arguing between the two brothers, as well as heavy rustling and hitting that must’ve been indicative of violence.

You only hoped Daryl wasn’t hurt, but judging by the fact that he was the one yelling, you supposed it was him delivering most of the blows.

“You so much as look at my woman again,” you heard him say, “I will gouge your eyes out, Merle. I ain’t fuckin’ joking.”

Your breathing became ragged with fear now, having never seen or heard Daryl acting with such rage. You had seen him angry, but never like this. Never violent towards his own brother, and yet, in a strange way, you found it somewhat endearing. He was protecting your honor, so to speak, even if he was doing it in a rather… unorthodox way.

The fear was intoxicating, exciting, you hated to admit. You knew he would never hurt you, or anyone who didn’t deserve it, but his uncontrollable, impulsive nature filled you with a sense of uncertainty that intrigued you. It was different from the Daryl who made you feel safe and secure. Of course, you still felt that, but slightly more on edge. It was terribly alluring.

“Hey,” he said, much more softly now, though still a little heated from his anger. “You all right?”

He sat himself on the edge of the cot, one hand coming into contact with your back as he rubbed it, the warm, heavy hand soothing you almost immediately.

“Mhm,” you mumbled with a sniffle against the pillow. “I didn’t know he was watching me… I can’t believe he saw me naked, Daryl. How am I going to live that down? I’m so embarrassed.”

He huffed and laid himself down beside you, immediately scooping you into his arms and aligning your body with his. You felt one hand smoothing out your hair, and the other holding yours.

“He brings it up again and I’ll set him straight,” he said. “Promise. Won’t let him bother you.”

You smiled and tugged tighter on his hand before bringing it to your lips to kiss his palm. “You scare me sometimes, Daryl Dixon,” you muttered against his hand. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that angry.”

He frowned, knowing how much you hated the sound of yelling, how sensitive you were to violence. He’d always tried to never let the side of him come out in front of you, since you preferred his softness, but Merle’s act of perversion and invasion of privacy had driven him over the edge. Ever since you arrived, Merle had a chip on his shoulder, hurling crass comments your way and insulting Daryl for how “pussy whipped” he was. The eavesdropping was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Sorry,” he said, burying his face into your hair and tightening his body against yours. “Couldn’t help it. He shoulda known better. He’s lucky he got away with just a bloody nose.”

You squirmed in his arms, somewhere between slight fear and lustful restlessness. His body pressed up to yours did little to distract you from your arousal, but all Daryl felt was your trembling. He felt like a monster, no better than that walker who’d interrupted your bath that evening, or even Merle himself.

“Do I really scare ya, sweetheart?” he asked. “‘Cause I don’t wanna scare ya, not at all… And I’d never, ever hurt you.”

You turned to sit up straight and face him. He stared up at you seriously, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. Even the thought of hurting you was too much to bear. Scaring you was almost just as bad. Someone so sweet and sensitive as you deserved to be protected, not terrified.

“I know that,” you said. “I said you scare me sometimes, not all the time… And besides, I didn’t say I don’t like it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What d’ya mean by that?” he asked in genuine curiosity. “Thought you hate bein’ scared.”

“I do,” you sighed. “But… I don’t know.”

He sat up beside you, reaching his hand out to sweep back a chunk of hair that hung over the side of your face. “Talk to me, sweet girl. Can’t always just sit there lookin’ pretty. I know you got a lot goin’ on in there.” He tapped the side of your head gently with his index finger, eliciting a giggle from you.

“Well, it’s no big deal,” you said with a shrug. “I just thought it was kind of… nice.”

“Thought what was nice?” he asked, his lips curling into a slight smirk as he started understanding what you meant. 

You bit your lip and raised your head to meet his gaze, sharp yet soft, cool yet warm. The man was a walking contradiction, in the best possible way. He could be so cruel and mean, and so sweet and kind, all at once. In any case, he was sensitive. Soft, even. Everything he did was out of softness. Even his anger was born of his love for you.

“You know, how you, um… Stood up for me, I guess.”

But that wasn’t the half of it. It wasn’t just “nice,” it was intoxicatingly attractive.

“In fact,” you continued, “it was… thrilling.”

“Thrilling?”

“Mhm… Exhilarating. Maybe a little too exhilarating.”

You giggled as you thought to yourself about the sound of Daryl’s anger, how much it reminded you of his familiar grunts and groans. The redness and protruding veins all about his face were also reminiscent of a scene you often replayed in your dreams.

He caught on quickly, moving behind you and cradling your body between his legs, which enclosed around you tight. His hands grabbed your waist and scooted you backwards until your ass sat snug with his crotch. You simply had no choice but to be turned on now, damn the embarrassment of Merle seeing you half-naked. All that mattered now was Daryl. 

“I got you excited, huh?” he asked, his lips tickling your ear as he whispered. “You got a dirty mind, bunny?”

“No,” you laughed. “I’m as pure as the driven snow. You’re the one who corrupts me… By the way, you promised you’d take care of me tonight.”

He knew from two years of experience that “take care of” was your polite little euphemism for sex. He loved it, though. Taking care of you was perhaps his favorite thing to do.

His hand gently caressed your sides, lifting up his worn flannel shirt you’d taken for yourself with each pass, just enough so he could see your panties, and lick his lips at the sight. “I’ll take care of you,” he whispered. “Don’t I always take care of you, princess?”

“Mmm, yes,” you giggled as his fingertips tickled your sides. “You take such good care of me, Daryl…”

His hands rose to cup your breasts, kneading them slowly as his cheek rubbed against yours, his scruff tickling your soft skin. 

“You put this on just for me?” he asked. “‘Cause ya know I love it when you wear my shirts… Love wearin’ it knowin’ you were in it. You’re such a sexy little thing…”

You blushed as he reached up to yank open the top button of the shirt, then the next few until he could slip his hand beneath to tweak at your nipple.

“Daryl!” you giggled. 

He groaned hoarsely, almost animalistically, against your ear, and trailed his lips down your neck to leave traces of his saliva.

“I’m gonna make you squirm,” he said. “Gonna make your pussy twitch real nice… You’re gonna whimper just for me.”

“Yes…”

His hand slipped down to grab your clothed crotch, sending you jolting in his arms. Your back arched as you thrusted instinctually against his hand, which held steadfast and strong.

“Horny bunny,” he laughed. “So cute… Let’s get these panties off, sweetheart.”

You nodded and reached down to strip off the dainty fabric, Daryl watching with hazy eyes as your core was revealed to him. He immediately parted your legs, which went limp upon feeling his touch. You anchored your feet to the surface of the cot, ready to feel Daryl’s hand pleasuring you.

The abrupt pressure of his palm nearly sent your legs closing in shock and surprise pleasure, but you quickly melted into his touch as he swirled circles around your clit.

His mouth breathed heavily against your ear, your head thrown back and resting upon his broad shoulder. His fingers moved deftly on your clit, while his other hand kept one of your trembling legs open, pressing firmly on your thigh.

“You’re shakin’,” he said. “I got you, (Y/N). Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

“I—I can’t help it,” you sighed. “It feels so good…”

His fingers let loose for a moment before he flattened his palm and rubbed it up and down your slit. Your teeth clenched as you let out a strained gasp at the feeling, then his fingers stretched to tickle your entrance before his index slipped inside.

Another finger slipped in, and your pussy desperately tightened to feel as much of the girth of his two fingers as you could. When his fingers pulled out, he held them to your mouth, dancing his fingertips over your slightly agape lips.

“Open,” he rasped in a whisper.

You should’ve seen that coming, knowing how much he loved to watch you suck on his fingers.

Your lips opened to greet his fingers, and they closed around them to happily suck, licking the taste of yourself off them all the while.

“Good girl,” he said, holding his forehead tenderly against yours as he watched you obey him. He gently tapped your chin, instructing you to release his fingers. “Let me taste.”

He took his own fingers into his mouth now, and groaned in abject pleasure at the taste of your arousal. “Mmm,” he moaned. “So sweet. You’re such a good girl.”

His kiss took you by surprise, and his tongue filled your mouth to the brim, wriggling around wildly as your own tongue tried to keep up. The vigor of his mouth distracted you for a moment from the movements of his hand, now crazily swirling in tight, hard circles over your circle, digging into your core with each thrust.

“Oh!” you moaned into his mouth. “Oh, yes!”

You bucked your hips to meet his hand until he held it tight against you. His movement stopped so all he could feel was your body rutting desperately against him.

“Please don’t stop!” you begged, panting in exhaustion and need. “Oh, Daryl, please…”

“Sorry, bunny,” he said. “Just wanted to watch you for a sec. You’re my beautiful girl. Just perfect.” 

You groaned and smiled deliriously, once again sinking your head onto his shoulder as his hand continued moving. “Right there…”

You grasped at his thighs on either side of you, holding on for dear life as your body climbed to the imminent peak of your pleasure. His rubbing became more vigorous, more sloppy and yet somehow more precise as he gauged exactly where you needed his attention. 

Beneath you, his own need for attention was growing, and so was his cock, begging for release from the confines of his pants. You felt him harden, exciting you even more. His hand was wonderful, but his cock was magical.

As your body began to shake and squirm more and more, your ass circling and rutting against his cock, he had to keep himself from coming in his pants, but he was determined to pump himself inside you before his orgasm. 

“My cock wants ya so bad,” he huffed. “Can’t wait to be inside you, sweet thing.”

“D-Daryl…” You let loose one of his thighs to grab his hair, combing your hand through it desperately. “I’m almost there,” you said.

He smiled as he kissed your cheek, so innocently, despite the context. Only he could make you feel so pure and light, yet so sexual and, for lack of a better word, dirty.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

Your face strained as you tried to move your body with more pressure against his hand, with only the goal of reaching the orgasm that threatened to close in all around you. 

“Oh, oh… Oh, God!”

Every thrust you made threatened to bring you to the edge, but you weren’t quite there yet. It was like your own body was teasing you, holding you on the brink of abject pleasure just for the fun of it.

“Come on…” you muttered through gritted teeth. “Daryl…”

He rubbed harder, swirling faster and with as much pressure as he could manage. “Almost there,” he encouraged. “Good girl… You’re doin’ so good.”

Finally, you felt the knot in your core release, and with a series of strained whimpers and moans, you felt a cascade of warm, tingling pulses envelop you with each uncontrollable twitch.

“I’m coming…” you sighed as you broke out into a delirious grin, your head rocking back and forth on his shoulder. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your face contorted in pleasure with each pulse of your orgasm.

Beneath the palm of his hand, he felt the twitching of your pussy as he slipped one finger in, just to feel your convulsing walls clenching around him.

“Good girl,” he said again. 

His lips attacked the skin under your ear, sucking and licking in appreciation. 

Once your twitching stopped, and your ragged breathing became more regular, he wasted no time in unbuttoning the rest of your shirt, then tossing it somewhere in the darkness of the tent.

He then folded his legs underneath him and used his body to pin you to the bed, his entire body weight now above you. 

Your body was limp, pliable and ready to be maneuvered however he saw fit. As he lifted his body, he tugged off his shirt, rustling up his hair. All you could hear was his soft groans and deep, guttural pants, and then the clatter of his belt buckle and jeans on the canvas floor of the tent. 

His strong hands maneuvered you, lifting your hips and spreading apart your legs as they bent underneath you. With his grip on your waist, you felt the sopping wet tickle of his tongue slowly licking up your spine, causing you to tremble and gasp in your increased state of sensitivity.

His lips stopped at the base of your neck, and his cock slid up your lower back, just above your bottom. 

“I’m gonna go inside now,” he said. “Lick my fingers.”

He brought his hand up to your mouth, and you did as he asked, being sure to coat his hand in a thick layer of your saliva. He brought his hand back down to his cock, rubbing the spit all over his shaft before dipping his tip gently into you.

His face buried in your hair, he dug deeper, pulling out just a centimeter or so every few moments.

“You feel so good around my cock,” he whispered hoarsely into your ear, that intense southern accent so shaky as he began to lose control of himself. Every inch he moved deeper inside of you threatened his ability to hold back his jagged, aggressive movements. Still, he had to be gentle with you. He knew you liked it gentle, soft, and sweet, and he liked it that way, too, but he still had that aggressive streak, the one you apparently found to be “exciting.”

He wondered if he could go a little harder on you tonight, since you seemed to like his rough tendencies.

He didn’t have to wonder much longer. “Harder,” you whimpered. “Please, Daryl? A little harder?”

His eyes widened as he continued gently thrusting into you, as he usually did. “You sure, sweetheart?” he asked. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me,” you said. “Just a little rougher on me, please.”

You wanted to feel him hit hard into you, to hear his animalistic grunts and groans as he neared his orgasm. And yet, you still wanted his softness, his loving touch. You knew he could somehow master both at once.

“Okay.”

He pulled you down closer to his core, sending his cock as far as it could possibly go inside your pussy. You yelped in surprise, but soon you were overtaken with pleasure as his thrusting became slightly more heavy and deliberate, with fewer intervals in between.

You could feel his hot breath on your shoulder, his lips suctioning to your skin as his hands came down to squeeze your breasts, tender and sensitive. 

“Oh!” you cried out. “Yes! Daryl!”

“You like that, bunny?” he asked. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

“Oh, it feels so good… Please don’t stop.”

One hand left your breast to paw at your throbbing clit, offering more stimulation as he was determined to have you come around his cock.

“Come for me again,” he panted against your ear. “Come for your man like a good girl… Good bunny.”

Your body twitched and writhed with the overstimulation of his hand and his cock pounding harder than usual, yet still so tenderly and with the utmost care. 

His hand applied more pressure to your clit, fingertips circling feverishly and demanding you to come. He needed to feel your walls closing in all around his shaft, milking him until he leaked precum inside of you.

Between his harsh, guttural panting and grunts, and the incessant squeaking of the cot, you could hardly hear anything, senses becoming dull as your body focused on that one point of pleasure, where Daryl’s cock hit your most sensitive spot inside you.

“Ooo,” you sighed. “Right there.”

He hit harder once again, determined to stimulate you even more. All the while, his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you, only sending you into further fits of pleasure.

“Daryl…” you whimpered shakily, almost sounding frightened. “I’m… gonna… come.”

His hand continued to pleasure you, while the other arm wrapped around your torso, keeping you snug tight against him. “I got ya,” he whispered. “I’m right here. Come for me, girl.”

You nodded vehemently, and as his cock continued thrusting, and his hand continued rubbing, you crossed the threshold into bliss once more, writhing and shaking as a string of whimpers and sultry moans slipped from your tender lips.

“Oh, yes!” you cried out. “Yes!”

He laughed deliriously as he felt your soaking wet pussy twitching all around him, strangling his cock in the best possible way. 

“Good girl,” he praised against your ear. “Squeeze my cock… That’s it… You’re gonna make me come, too, sweet little thing.”

Your hand shot back as you demanded he hold it, and he did just that, bringing it to his lips to sloppily kiss your palm. 

“Oh… I love you…” you sighed dreamily, the shocks of your orgasm calming down. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” he said. “So much, princess.”

With his hands on your hips again, he flipped you around until you lay on your back, legs split open and ready to receive him once more.

His cock teased you, sliding up and down your wet slit. Globs of your arousal dotted his length, causing it to glisten in the faint light of the dying lantern. 

“Look at that cock,” he said. “You got me all messy… I gotta get you messy now.”

He entered you swiftly, filling you up more than ever before as his cock swelled to its thickest, longest state, reddened and so close to expelling his cum.

With just a few hard, deep thrusts, and some guttural whimpers of his own, he began leaking inside of you just before he tugged himself out.

“Shit,” he grunted, pulling on his cock with great speed until he spurted his cum all over your stomach. His eyes clenched shut, his lips agape, and his chest huffing and puffing, white strings of liquid expelled from his tip, sprinkling your abdomen and breasts in hot, cloudy globs of semen. 

He pumped his hand king after there wasn’t anymore to come out, but he still felt the need to touch himself, especially with the image of you below him, messy and covered in his cum.

“That feel good?” he panted.

“Mhm,” you mumbled with a giggle. “So good…”

Despite how lovely it looked on you, he quickly wiped the mess off your belly, then covered you with blankets (even some he’d stolen from Merle’s bed) to keep you warm. 

His arms held you tight, your head resting happily on his chest as his hand absentmindedly stroked your hair. Soon the lantern died out, and you fell into darkness with him, but you weren’t scared. In fact, you were the least scared you’d been in a long time. You felt safe, cared for, loved.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.

“No,” you replied with a giggle. “I told you, it didn’t hurt. You couldn’t even hurt me if you tried, pumpkin.”

He rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t pretend he didn’t love his special pet name. Oh, you made him so, so soft. 

“How’s your foot?” he asked, suddenly remembering your injury. “Shit, I gotta change the bandage.”

He sat up briefly, preparing to rise to his feet to fetch the first aid kit, but your hand upon his chest quickly stopped him. Soft as your touch was, it was strong in that you could control him with just a simple graze of your fingertips.

“It’s fine,” you said. “You can do it in the morning. Hold me.”

His lips quirked sweetly. “That’s what I do best,” he said, and pressed a short, sweet kiss to your forehead, causing your eyelids to flutter in appreciation. “Love you, bunny… My sweet bunny.”

Your heart skipped a beat, as it usually did when he spoke to you like that, so gentle and kind. As much as you found his aggressive nature exciting, it was his soft side that really got you in the end.

“Love you, too, Daryl.”

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Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector

word count: 3.7k

genre: angst, dark-ish themes, fluff, suggestive themes

warnings: implied smut, angst, mentions of stalking, everyone just being a mess, especially marc, obsessive behavior

summary: Your relationship with Steven is constantly strained by the presence of Marc's disdain for you.

author’s note: I tried to be careful to be conscious of the presence of DID on this property, but if I wrote anything that is offensive or ignorant, please please please let me know.

The restaurant’s staff did a poor job at masking that they were sending you looks of pity every so often. Much like you, they were wondering when you were going to give up and shamefully admit that you had been stood up. You twiddled with your freshly polished fingers and checked your phone often as you nibbled on cold appetizers. It kept you busy since you had already tried calling thirteen times. Yet, it took the tenth couple eyeing you with concern on their way out for the embarrassment to finally make a bed under your skin. You ordered the first thing you could pronounce, and afterward, left the restaurant gripping your to-go plate as you looked at your phone one last time.

This experience wasn’t new, but you were already tired of having to find a restaurant that hadn’t seen what you looked like when you were in denial. It’s not like Steven didn’t want to come. It was the fact that he and Marc’s schedule clashed, and you were always at the receiving end of Marc’s negligence—you considered it forgetfulness to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Your journey home was entirely suffocated by unrelenting silence until you went walking into the elevator of your building just to see Marc there, looking just as tired as you were. He saw you coming from where he stood, but no matter how many times his fingers pressed the button, the elevator kept them open as a punishment. He was forced to witness the way your body clung to the dress you wore and how the ends of the skirt grazed over your smooth skin to mock him.

“Hi, Marc,” you said. You could tell by the way he clenched his jaw that it wasn’t Steven.

“Hi.”

The ride up had never been so long and you weren’t sure how to bring it up until you just spoke. “Hey, um, could you let Steven know he missed our date? I’m not sure if he tells you about them—”

“Yeah, something came up for me.” He hadn’t noticed, but his shoulders were tight as he kept his attention forward until the doors opened.

You followed after him with your shoes following the path he made and finally noticed how he held his side on his way to his flat. “Are you okay? Do you want me to—”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” you murmured.

Your first mistake was thinking you could put your warm hand on his chilling, broad shoulders and not cause him to nearly leap out of his own body. You had touched Steven countless times. However, it was the first time Marc had ever gotten a sense of what it felt like for himself.

Still, he didn’t wish to savor it in the slightest. “Pretending to worry is what you do with Steven. Not me.” He recoiled from the heat so harshly that he was already at his door and into his humble home before you could take your keys out.

Marc never got to see the way your face fell or how you clutched your keychain and shoved the metal key into your door. You disappeared into your home, begging your tears to give you time to close the door before they got it all over your dress. All this was while Marc was eyeing a photo of you by the fish tank that you had given to Steven while he took off his shoes.

As he pretended to look over persimmons, Marc watched you from a distance as your soft lips mouthed the lyrics of a song while your fingers glided over the peaches. You made it too easy sometimes and for that, he was thankful. He could spend his weekend researching—that was the word he liked to use— while you were unaware.

You glided through the other aisles, and he was careful to keep his head low and stay a few steps behind you while watching the way you smiled at a store employee while asking a question. Your shining teeth made him frown even deeper as he gripped his shopping cart.

His frustration kept on building throughout the day as he watched you carry through your laundry list of errands. Everywhere you went, he was a step behind with enough distance to go unannounced but close enough to slip your wallet back into your tote bag while you left it in your cart to have a look at some home décor. You really should have been more cautious of pick pocketers.

Landing a punch to a stranger wasn’t how he liked to spend his Sundays. Neither was lying on his bed while you were showering at home. The cardigan you had left with Steven on accident was under his nose as he brought the fragrance into his lungs. He had your Sunday schedule memorized to a point where he was used to the feeling of wanting to resist snaking his hands into his tight pants as he thought about how your hands were rubbing your thighs while he was playing with a Rubik’s Cube. For Marc, hell was Sunday afternoons at 3 PM.

For you, hell was the bus ride home looking at your phone and all the piling missed calls and texts from Steven? You deliberately avoided opening the voicemails and the messages in hopes that you’d have more time to think about what you wanted to do. Your plan was to speak to him on Monday when you felt better, or at least when you could fake it better.

Your walk to the elevator was less eventful than the day prior, but that didn’t keep you from reliving the day before, especially when you saw Steven sitting crisscrossed next to your door while he read a book with a sand-colored cover. You would have ignored him while playing Marc’s words on repeat if he hadn’t met you at your door.

“Hey, Steven.” You were hoping to keep it short and sweet so you could send him on his way gently with a promise that you’d talk to him when you weren’t so fatigued.

“Hey.” He was already rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants with the book abandoned on the floor as he got up. “I tried to call you but—is your phone okay?” You were always so good at answering your phone. “Sorry,” he shook his head. “Sorry. I mean, ‘are you okay?’”

“I couldn’t answer, Steven. I was at work, sorry.”

You didn’t usually work on Saturdays, but that was the least of Steven’s concerns. “B-But what about dinner? We said we’d meet each other there. And I went—And I went and you weren’t there.” He was doing that thing where he was speaking much too fast to figure it out himself and in any other circumstance you would have thought it was endearing, but the crack of his voice nearly pressed your heart so hard it would have stopped beating.

“Yeah,” you let out a sigh while you dug through your purse to find your keys. “I went yesterday and didn’t see you. I figured Marc lost track of time or something.”

“Today’s not Saturday, is it?” he asked while he licked his lips anxiously.

You were pleased that fishing for your key gave you a distraction, since you couldn’t bear to see his face fall again while he experienced a crushing realization that he had already gone through two times before.

“I’m afraid it’s not,” you looked up at him with an evident crease between your brows.. “I’m sorry you were there alone. Marc didn’t leave you a sticky note by the tank telling you?”

“No-no, no, he didn’t.” He looked back at his apartment at the end of the hall like he could see through walls. “At least, I don’t think so.”

You bitterly laughed to yourself to shrug off the hurt that was making room for itself in your pensive thoughts. “I don’t think he likes me very much.” What you said out loud was really meant for yourself.

“No, no, that can’t be—He likes you.”

“Steven, don’t lie to me,” you tried to keep your tone light hearted, but your façade was slipping.

“I’m not.” His wide eyes were becoming glassy, and his lips tightened into a line as he tried to fix the damage. “I swear.”

You nodded while unlocking the door. “I’m gonna head in, okay? I’m a little tired.”

“Wait,” he took your hand and made you notice how his clammy arms were desperately shaking. “I’m sorry.”

Steven saw the way your face relaxed, and the corner of your lift lifted lightly for a moment. He watched you come close to then give him an electric kiss on his cheek that made his ears too hot for comfort.

“Please, get some sleep tonight.” You watched him close his eyes as he felt your hands hold his visage tenderly. Your thumbs carefully moved back and forth over his cheek. “You look pale.” You examined his face as you saw his frown deepen and chose to ignore it. “And tell Marc to take it easy.”

“Why do I get the weird feeling you don’t want to do this anymore? Like be with me. It’s on your face. Are you upset with me? I get it if you want to go into your flat and avoid me for the rest of your life—”

“Hey, hey, don’t say that. Just give me some time to sort this all out mentally first.” You were referring to your thoughts as your finger slipped into his dark hair to calm him down, but it only sent a shudder pouring down his spine like cold water while his knees almost gave in.

“Is this a break? Or a breakup? Bloody hell, are we breaking up?—”

You gave him another kiss, but on his lips. Your warm skin was on his mouth while your hand fondly stroked his neck. It nearly caused him to become entirely lightheaded. His eyes were blown open the entire time from the moment he felt your kiss. You pulled away to get one last look at him.

“No, we’re not.” You placed your forehead onto his as you tried to have him matched your breathing. “I just want some time, maybe one or two days, to think. I’m telling you this because I enjoy being honest with you. Just give me some time to think over some things, okay?”

Steven nodded fervently at your words.

“Alright,” you smiled. His face got warmer. “See you later, gator.”

“Laters, gators,” he whispered as he felt your hand slip out of his.

If Steven could properly chew out Marc, he would, but instead he was stuck yelling at a mirror while a disinterested Marc was asking him to surrender his body so he could start off his soon-to-be long night.

“No, you don’t get to ask me that without answering me first!” Steven pointed.

“Good, God, Steven. Calm down.” Marc looked as uninterested as ever.

“You did this!” Now Steven was pacing. “I don’t get it. You have so many photos of her like a bloody creep,” he grabbed one of the many in the bathroom drawer to wave around. “But you’re the one giving her a hard time?” Steven never figured out what was said when he was gone, but with the way you spoke about Marc and the way Marc spoke about you, it didn’t take much afterward.

“What does this have to do with me not telling you that I made you miss your date?”

“Everything!” His fingers combed through his hair as he tried to imitate what you did to him to calm him down. “For once in my life, I got the courage to ask someone to date me and you’re pissing all over it. You’re just as obsessed with her, but you don’t want to admit it.”

Why would Marc want to admit? That would mean that he’d have to also confess to how sour he was about Steven getting to you first. It didn’t make sense. He was under the impression that he’d get you and Steven would just have to follow along, as always. So while he looked at you sleeping with the white noise machine on, he gripped the spare key of your flat that was meant for Steven. He had found a way to forcibly turn his jealousy into a lack of trust that you had good intentions with Steven.

What was supposed to be no more than two days thinking about your relationship and Marc’s choice words turned into a seven. You had been so consumed by Marc’s accusation that you stewed in your thoughts for so long that you feared seeing Steven in passing on your way to work. You rose early and returned home extremely late. All the while, Steven spent his days at the gift shop anxiously checking his phone while typing and deleting messages that he hoped to have enough courage to send.

This brought him back full circle on Sunday, knocking on your door. Your brief look through the peephole wasn’t enough to prepare you to see him again. When you opened the door, you were met with a nervously still Steven wearing a suit that he seemed to be drowning in.

He must have not expected you to actually answer the door because once he saw you were still in your work clothes, he panicked.

“Bollocks.” He quickly pulled out the card that you didn’t know he was holding. “I falafel about what happened.” His eyes followed the Hallmark card’s words. “I’m sorry.”

He practically shoved a bouquet of flowers into your hands when he nearly tripped over his shoes trying to hand it to you. Your bewildered expression must have frightened him even further, since he was already reaching into his bag to pull out a box of chocolate. Another small box fell out in the process as he fumbled to give you the heart-shaped chocolate box. In utter panic, he brought himself to his knees to pick it up, but he stayed on his knees to give it to you while you were trying to balance the things he had already given you.

“Wait-Wait, Steven, honey, are you trying to propose?” you asked calmly as you tried to mask your panic.

“W-What?” he looked up at you from where he was on his knees with his once combed hair now disheveled. “No-no!”

You nodded.

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“Jesus, no,” you giggled.

“It’s just a pin of a scarab,” he said as he opened the box. “for your tote bag,” he whispered the last part as he placed the box in your hand.

“I can’t accept all this.”

“But I haven’t even given you the peaches, yet.”

“Steven,” you tried to hold back your laughter while you placed the gifts on your kitchen counter as he waited at the door with bated breath. You returned to him and decided to cut him some slack instead of refusing his gifts. “Thank you. I—”

He looked at the palm of his hand, at the poorly scribbled checklist he had made just in case he forgot something.

“Have dinner with me, please,” he asked. “It’s at my place. New Gus will be there too. Nothing too serious—unless you want it to be.”

You took his hand and stroked them as you tried to calm him down from what he no doubt had rehearsed many times over. “Give me a few minutes to get dressed, since you’re looking so dapper.”

“I hope this all didn’t cost too much,” you spoke as you looked at the giant stuffed crocodile in the corner. Steven was more focused on how your lips moved with red lipstick painted over them that he hadn’t heard a word that came out of your mouth. “Steven?”

“Yeah?” he was still frazzled.

“Please, don’t tell me that Donna took the stuffed animal out of your paycheck.”

“I won’t,” he nodded.

“Steven!”

“This is our apology to you.”

“Our?”

“I’m hoping Marc is going to apologize, too. Eventually…” he looked off into space briefly. “Honestly, whenever. I’m still kind of lost with how this works.”

“Have you fed New Gus?” He didn’t even notice how swiftly you changed the conversation.

“Oh, no.”

“Poor thing is watching us eat while you haven’t fed him,” you began walking to the tank to retrieve the fish food but when it wasn’t in sight, you were already heading toward Steven’s bed to get it off of his nightstand. By the time you returned, there was a silence that filled the room that made you uncomfortable as you fed Gus. You could feel a firm set of eyes that let you know that Marc was staring.

“Hey, Marc.” You tried to keep your voice level.

“Hey.”

You turned to see him eyeing the takeout food that you had spent twenty minutes assuring Steven was delicious.

“He told me you wanted to say something.” Even as you returned to your seat to face him, he still hadn’t said a word, and you knew he wouldn’t if you didn’t speak up.

“Yeah,” he was struck by your scent since your perfume was scrambling his thoughts until he went completely silent for much too long.

“Look, if it’s gonna kill you, it’s fine. You don’t have to be here. I’m sure Steven can keep me entertained for the rest of the night.” You couldn’t even stand to look at him, so you were already heading back to New Gus—you really needed to pick a better name for him. Steven and Marc’s hands were the same, yet when he took you by your wrist, he felt colder.

“Entertain?” he whispered with a sickly smirk.

“That’s not what I meant—Look if you’re setting out to make me the bad guy—”

“You’re making it really easy to.”

“You’re the one being difficult. All I’ve ever been is kind to you.” He was pushing you over the precipice.

"I don’t need your pity.”

Your weeks of frustration and denying he was likely keeping Steven away from the dinners you planned were pouring over the fire and causing billowing smoke. “Why don’t you fucking trust me like Steven does?”

“I just can’t seem to get why you accepted his advances so eagerly.” He hadn’t gotten as loud as you were, but he was so, so close.

“For starters,” you tore his grip from your wrist. “He’s much nicer.”

“I can be nice,” he said as he got closer. He didn’t sound sincere, but rather like he was being challenged. “I-I can be nicer… funnier, better.”

“Marc, what are you going on about?” your eyes feverishly danced over his face in confusion. “Can we just go back to how it was before?”

“Like when we were just neighbors and Steven was following you like some lap dog,” he hissed so strongly you felt the wind on your nose.

“No, when I’d drop first aid supplies and pretended not to see the photos you have of me on your mirror,” you spat.

You should have seen it coming when he had gotten so close with his towering stance. But when Marc kissed you, it sent you walking back to catch your balance, and you were stunned. It was enough to have you pull back to have a look at him to see if it was actually Steven. Yet he wasn’t. You could tell by the look in his eyes and by the way he went in for another kiss. His lips took over yours as you still were trying to catch your bearings and remedy your confusion. His teeth eventually moved from your mouth to your neck as he held your head about by his jaw.

Marc could hear the shake in your breaths as you gripped the sleeves of his suit and bunched the cotton fabric into your fist. His sloppy kisses littered your neck and chest like acid rain and made you wonder how you had already made it to the kitchen counter. He went from holding your face by its jaw to running his hands along your arms, as he was already trying to venture to where your skirt and thighs met.

He went back to kissing your red lips and swallowing the whimpers that came from your mouth. He was only going deeper as you gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to keep you grounded and stop the spinning.

Calloused hands started climbing up your dress and toying with your underwear before you had to catch him by his wrist and practically plead with your eyes. You didn’t want to go further and just wanted to talk to him, but he must have taken the hesitation for something else because he was already jumping to his own conclusions.

Just as quickly as it all started, his body slowly became stiff until his kisses decrescendoed into nothing but a whisper when his lips called out your name.

“Steven?” you pulled away. You felt the change in his posture and how quickly his hands tore from your body.

“S-Sorry.” He was taken aback by the position he had you in and cleared his throat as he peeled his hands from your body and tucked it into his pockets.

You climbed down from where you were and fixed your dress while he desperately tried to ask what had happened.

“Nothing you have to worry about,” you lightly dismissed as you grabbed your things. “It went fine. Thank you for the wonderful evening, but I’ve got to head in early since I’m taking Benny’s shift tomorrow.”

“Hey, don’t forget this.” He was practically sprinting to meet you at the door with the stuffed crocodile while you made sure the smile on your face was still there.

“Thank you. Goodnight.”

“Night.” he awkwardly drew closer to kiss your forehead before you left and slipped into your room down the hall.

Marc had you reeling the entire night until the sun swallowed the moon as you thought about the way your body quaked while he was devouring your neck and left wet hickeys in his wake. In another bed, Steven was toying with the Rubik’s cube as he thought about how he was going to fix things once more. Marc had made it seem like the only option was to love one when you had always wanted to try to love both.

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Bucky x Reader Masterlist [Part 3]

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*Smut

*Day 18, Creampie with Bucky Barnes by mollygetssherlockcoffee

*the first time by sinner-as-saint

*Flufftober: Day 20 - Massage by yarnforbrains

*happy birthday by buckyhoney

*ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ by maladaptivexxdaydreaming

*Sand, Sun, and Sex by mcu1shots

Did no one here ever heard about privacy? by softsergeantbarns [avenger!reader]

Daylight Savings by nastybuckybarnes

*Bucky Barnes is a Traditional Man by universitypenguin

fluff by strwbrrybucky

Until You by jobean12-blog

One in a trillion by softlybarnes

*Spill It by adrinktostopyourthirst [Plus Size!Reader]

*Heat by a-fictional-mans-wife

*Any Time You Want by jobean12-blog

*don’t mind me just thinking about riding beefy Bucky for the first time… by sweetdreamsbuck

*nsfw abcs with bucky barnes by agentofbarnes

*bucky barnes in bed by agentofbarnes

*Two Pages by softlybarnes

Bedside Manner by bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

worthy by duuhrayliegh

Hey bestie, can you do a headcannon Bucky please where he sleeps with his arm under the readers shirt and hand resting on her boob all night? by agentofbarnes

*hc request of baking with bucky please? 🤍 by agentofbarnes

*comfort by agentofbarnes

* hungry by agentofbarnes

Apricity by all1e23

*Bucky + kisses hcs by mellowswriting

Cuddling with Bucky HCs by mellowswriting

*Touch Starved Bucky HCs by mellowswriting

*Feel Good by kikixreverie

Irresistible You by majestyeverlasting

*Nightmare by myfictionaldreams

That Time by bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Ponytails by bbyboybucket

Amendments by h2obased

*Splintered by bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

*new dress by writingsbychlo

*Take It by bucky-central

*Breaking Even by jobean12-blog

Make A Move! by jobean12-blog

*NSFW thots by angrythingstarlight

*One More by a-rose-byanothername

*Photo Ask & Thots by becca-e-barnes

Tastes Like Chocolate by dailyreverie 

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[ ⌗ DAD! ]

*ours by @heliotropehotch ⌗ summary : dad!aaron and fem!reader talk about/are expanding their family and are having a family day with jack? or something? (anon)

*bye bye baby, pt ii don't you & pt iii by @klinenovakwinchester

*beards & babies by @criminalhotch - ⌗ summary : hotch wants more kids and after being married for almost two years, he and y/n try (try, and try again) to make a baby.

*big brother by @fictionalwh0ree - ⌗ summary : hotch telling jack he's gonna be a big brother

*hotch's daughter by @fandomlit - ⌗ summary : hotch finally brings his oldest child in to meet the team, which starts a small rivalry for your affections throughout the day. but little did they know...

*don't wanna leave you daddy by @letarasstuff - ⌗ summary : hotch's daughter is an introvert. a quiet one. but why does she go even quieter after her mother's death?)

*sleepover by @breedablespencie - ⌗ summary : age gap, insecure hotch (baby), mutual pining; hotch wants the reader, but doesn’t know how to tell her. maybe a night in will be of some assistance.

*i bide my time and wait patiently by @ssabihotchner - ⌗ summary : in which you, aaron and jack spend a day in the alaskan wilderness.

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*better by @klinenovakwinchester - ⌗ summary :…filth. It’s just smut y’all. “good girl,” oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, kinda fluffy I think, basically Hotch knows he’s the best you’ll ever have so he proves it

*only yours - by @ssahotchie ⌗ summary : an officer during a case paid you too much attention for aaron’s liking, resulting in him becoming a little possessive.

*galway girl by @criminalhotch - ⌗ summary : aaron decides to go to a bar on his eye. y/n makes him feel things he’s never felt before. they sleep together but y/n quickly realizes when she wakes up what mess she’s gotten herself into.

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*couples retreat by @criminalhotch - ⌗ summary : what happens when Y/N and Hotch work on the same team after they get married? well, morgan signs them up for a couples retreat to help catch an unsub but it doesn’t go quite as smoothly as the team hopes when the unsub becomes suspicious of the undercover couple. Hotch is forced to watch the woman he loves be attacked by an unsub while he is tied up and can’t do anything to save her.

*cinnamon by @criminalhotch - ⌗ summary : hotch and y/n have been together for a year but no one knows. hotch does something really stupid while trying to catch an unsub and y/n loses it. the team starts to catch on when the secret couple fights in hotch’s office. y/n leaves aaron and has no plans of looking back. can hotch convince her to come back or has he lost her for good?

*enough for now & ii by @cconstant-ccraving - ⌗ summary : doesn’t like the new agent, y/n. much like he treated prentiss when she first joined the BAU, he is distrustful of her. he’s harsh and a drill sergeant, even going as far as to belittle her theories in a group briefing. that is, until she takes a bullet for him.

[ ⌗ FLUFF! ]

*something new by @nerdyfangirl67 - ⌗ summary : Imagine finding out you are pregnant and having to find a way to tell hotch.

*to see what I see by @hotchnerxo - ⌗ summary : you're insecure

&the day I thought id never see - ⌗ summary : you never thought you'd see your 20th birthday, but here you are, with your husband and a boy you see as your own son and future doesn't seem hopeless anymore.

*power outage by @haley-h0tchner - ⌗ summary : a power outage ruins your date plans

&-snowed in - ⌗ summary : a case in a small town lands you in an even smaller cabin with your boss  warnings: one bed hehe

*love on the brain by @ssaddyhotchner - ⌗ summary : flirting, mentions of smut, swearing , teeny bit of angst, hotch being an awkward cutie, hayley mentioned. not suitable for minors.

[ ⌗ SERIES! ]

-love me in spite - by @shmaptainhotchner

⌗ summary : you never thought the worst thing this town could throw at you was getting framed for murder, and even less likely, the only person who believed your innocence was someone you hadn’t spoken to in over ten years (FINISHED)

[ ⌗MASTERLIST! ]

-@klinenovakwinchester 's criminal minds masterlist

-@shmaptainhotchner 's aaron hotcher masterlist

-@aaronhotchnerfics 's aaron hotcher fics

-@hotchnerswhoresblog 's criminal minds masterlist

- @hotchnerxo 's aaron x reader masterlist

-@criminalhotch 's aaron masterlist

All Grown Up Series

summary: a collection of moments between reader, aaron and jack as jack grows into his own.

pairing: nonbau!fem!reader x aaron hotchner, teenage/college!jack hotchner x estelle ‘tess’ sanders (fem!oc)

warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, sadness/feelings, mentions of Haley and grieving, transitioning to college, more warnings to come

an: this is a bit of an au as i’m not going to focus on jess being a big part of jack’s life since reader has played a big part. i also plan on focusing heavily on the dynamic between reader, hotch, and jack so there won’t be a lot of team interaction except in one specific part. all of this will be hotch out of the office, so even team interactions won’t be case related. graphic is by the amazing, talented @sadgirlml, thank you for making this for me bestie.

current word count: 2.8k

Intense: where reader teaches jack how to drive.

Prom: reader teaches jack to dance and to take a risk.

Graduation: reader helps jack and aaron start the process of letting go, helping herself in the process.

Bittersweet: reader reminds aaron that adjustment isn’t linear.

Winter Break: reader and aaron learn that jack is really growing up.

First Love: reader helps jack take another risk when it comes to love.

First Mistake: reader and aaron hold jack accountable for his actions.

A Summer: at the end of the day love and family perseveres.

no other place I’d rather be

— needy! beefy! bucky barnes x reader

summary || you blindly accept when a stranger offers you hefty sum of cash to drive him from Germany to Romania. what you don’t expect is for him to be this excruciatingly handsome. (inspired by the bourne identity)

warnings || soft sweet sex, needy smut, Bucky can’t keep his hands off of you, cuddling, only one bed. PWP — MINORS DNI

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I kinda lost inspiration halfway through and this is probably a mess. anyway, this actually happened to me once… but sadly there was no Bucky to keep me warm :(

“Bucky..?” Your voice reverberated into the empty room as you called his name. He hummed from the other side of the bed and you sighed as you realised he was awake. “Do we have more blankets?.. I’m cold.” You asked in a meek voice.

The day had been hectic, after driving for hours and hours on end and finally reaching Bucharest, you and Bucky had agreed to lay low at the night in a motel. The room you had taken had only one bed available and you had turned up your nose at the sight.

But after travelling for so long, your body was aching for rest and you were in need of a good nights sleep. Grumbling to yourself, you had agreed to sleep on the bed which was too small for both you and Bucky. And yet he had crammed his huge frame in the small space such that he wasn’t touching you in any way.

But no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t sleep. The night was terribly cold and you didn’t have enough heating in the room or enough layers over you to prevent the cold from seeping into your bones. Everytime you closed your eyes, your skin erupted with goosebumps.

“No.” After travelling with Bucky for days, you knew he wasn’t a man of many words, and yet this simple answer annoyed you. “Oh god…” you defeatedly sighed. “But I have an idea if you don’t mind.” Bucky sounded a little hesitant, which he never did before.

“Sure.” You chimed. You didn’t want to spend the entire night shivering and trembling. Bucky was probably a veteran, you had guessed that by now. So he might have a trick or two to survive the cold. “Umm, what if I hug you? My body heat will keep you warm.”

You thanked the gods above that the lights were off and Bucky couldn’t see the way you flustered and your face heated up. You buried your face under the threadbare blanket for a minute to settle down the butterflies in your stomach before you gathered the strength to speak.

You had known Bucky for a few days now, and from what you had observed, he was a good man. Though you didn’t really know anything about him, neither did he. He claimed to have amnesia, and yet at the same time he knew complicated knife tricks and went by the weird name, Bucky.

You didn’t think much about it though, he had offered you a hefty sum of cash to just drive from Germany to Romania and you had accepted. You were touring Europe with the hope of finding yourself, but instead you’d somehow come across Bucky.

But you weren’t complaining. That man was a delight to the eyes. He was so packed with muscles that you feared one day he’d burst through his Henleys. Though he looked like an imposing man, he was truly a gentle person. He insisted on driving the rental car himself when you looked tired and stopped at diners to make sure you were well fed.

Also he hadn’t done anything to make you uncomfortable in any way. He kept his distance and yet was caring in his own way without being overbearing and he wasn’t a creep. The journey with him was pleasant, and you guessed that experiences like this were the reason you’d decided to travel on your own.

“The idea is not bad.” You shrugged nonchalantly as if your heart wasn’t beating so loudly that probably even he heard it. You heard the crinkle of the sheets as he moved closer to you. You nearly moaned when his warm body pressed up against your back and his thick arms circled around your cold body.

He really was very warm and the heat was enough to stop your bones from rattling in the night. But it had been far too long since you’d been this intimate with anyone. And feeling the hard planes of Bucky’s body press against your back was making your core tingle with excitement.

You rubbed your thighs together to relieve the ache between your legs, but Bucky probably guessed that you were squirming because you still cold and he tightened his arms around you. You suppressed a giggle as you thought of yourself being a burrito.

You were fitting perfectly in Bucky’s arms, and the fact that Bucky was so much bigger than you, so much stronger than you, was making you wetter at your core. You couldn’t stop wriggling in the tight grasp of Bucky’s hold and with a loud grunt, Bucky’s flesh arm slid down to your hips and held tightly.

“Don’t move.” His voice was hoarse as he whispered in your ear. His fingers were nearly digging in your hips and your traitor body liked that too. You snuggled a little closer to get into a comfortable position and you gasped when you realised the reason behind Bucky preventing you from squirming.

“Oh… oh.” Your lips turned into a ‘o’ of understanding when your ass pressed against something hard. You gulped as Bucky’s hard length rested against your ass. You cracked a smile when you realised that you weren’t the only one who was turned on.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Bucky apologised. He moved to retreat back into the corner and leave you alone when you held his arm and stopped him from moving. You twisted around on your side to face him, his eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you with confusion written on his face.

In the silvery moonlight, his blue eyes sparkled brightly and your eyes shifted back and forth from his plump lips to his lustrous eyes. You could feel his hot breath on your face and the tension between you could be cut with a knife. Finally giving up all your inhibitions, you tilted your face ahead.

But before your lips could touch his, Bucky swiftly moved back. You stared at him with wide eyes as your face flamed with embarrassment. You wanted to bury your face in the covers and never be seen again. For once you tried to take the first step, and this is how it ended up. But before you could wallow in self pity, Bucky spoke up.

“I… uh, I haven’t done this in a long time. A really long time.” You let out a relieved sigh when you realised that Bucky didn’t rejected you, but was rather doubting himself. “It’s okay Bucky. It’s been so long for me too.” You placed your hand on Bucky’s cheek and felt the wiry stubble.

You moaned when Bucky finally kissed you. His lips were surprisingly soft as he kissed you with gentle hesitation. Despite his strength, he wasn’t rough at all, instead he was kissing you so sweetly, it felt as if he was savouring each and every moment with you.

His huge hands were kind and yet firm as he caressed the skin under your shirt. His hands gave a sensational mix of hot and cold as they glided across your now heated skin. His lips left behind a wet trail as he kissed down your jaw to the column of your neck.

He moaned into your ear as his hands palmed your breasts. You weren’t wearing a bra to sleep and Bucky’s nimble fingers tweaked your nipples. His metal hand was cold against your body and the contrast was making goosebumps rise on your skin as he pinched and rolled your taut peaks.

You arched your back as his lips kept on sucking marks over your neck and shoulder. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands and lips away from you. Constantly, touching, kissing and nibbling you. And your touch starved self was bathing in the attention he was giving.

Your shirt was rucked up to your chest and in a swift stroke, he pulled it off of you. He licked his lips as he eyed your tits. You let out a soft moan when his hot mouth began suckling your nipple. His other hand was busy playing your hard bud as he flicked his tongue over the other.

You were already trembling like a newborn calf under his large frame. Your hands scurried around to pull up his Henley and finally see what was underneath. He sat up on his knees when he finally pulled off his shirt and you gasped at the sight that met your eyes.

Your mouth watered when you saw his hard pecs and chiselled abs. You ran your hands freely over the plain of his body before running your fingers through the scars on his chest where his metal hand was joined. You saw the way his body relaxed when you lovingly traced the scars.

“Come here.” You whispered as you pulled him down on you once again. You spread your legs apart to let him settle in between as you kissed him. You tugged on his lower lip between your teeth and pulled back a little until he groaned.

Your fingers worked deftly to push down your pants. Once you were both undressed, you pulled back the covers upon you to maintain the cocoon of heat. You attached your lips to the straining muscles in his neck and sucked until you left little marks.

The sign of your possession on his skin made a different kind of feeling flare up in your chest. You let out a wordless moan when he positioned the head of his cock over your entrance. You held his shoulders tight as he slowly pushed inside you such that you felt every ridge and vein on his cock.

“Please..” you begged when he didn’t move. “Oh fuck. Yes.” he began moving his hips and you both moaned in unison. He held your hips tightly within his grasp as he began speeding up his movements. “You’re so soft and warm. It feels… it feels so good.”

His words sounded so genuine that even through the haze of pleasure, you knew that this man hadn’t really had such a good feeling for a long time. His thick cock was kissing all your sensitive spots and his slow and thorough thrusts were making you see stars.

“Yes Bucky...” Your voice was more of a breathy moan. All your previous chill had vanished and now your body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Bucky’s hands were constantly exploring your body, squeezing your ass, kneading your tits, tweaking your nipples.

All these little actions were making you feel as if he was worshipping you. He was either kissing you breathless or nibbling on your neck and shoulders, and the wet saliva left behind by his lips was quickly cooling and this was adding to the pleasure of his cock fucking into you.

“Bucky… I think I’m going to cum.” He let out a sound which felt like a growl as he increased his speed and crashed his lips with yours. Your mouth fell pliantly open as you came underneath him. He fucked his tongue into your open mouth as you moaned and panted.

He let out a guttural growl as he came inside your tight heat. Your toes curled feeling his hot cum fill you from inside. His hips were giving short aborted thrusts as he came in spurts inside your clenching hole. You gasped when he pulled out and you felt a trickle of cum leak down your thighs.

Bucky once again settled against your back and spooned you. His hot length was resting against your ass and you furrowed your brows when you realised he was still somehow hard. But you nearly let out a sob when Bucky spread your thighs with his hands and speared you again on his cock in a single thrust.

“Bucky!” You squealed as he began pumping within you. He held you tightly within his arms and the gesture was oddly protective and you preened at it. You closed your eyes and relaxed into the bed as Bucky kept on ramming into you. This constant stimulation was feeling so good that you didn’t have words for it.

“I’m sorry.. I… I can’t stop.. you just feel so good… fuck!” Bucky sounded apologetic but his hips were working as if he couldn’t bare the thought of staying away from you. This was an unexpected boost to your ego. “Please don’t stop Bucky. I love it!”

“You’re so wet and tight. You’re squeezing me so good!” Your legs trembled as he fucked into your sensitive core. And yet you didn’t want him to stop. The room was filled with the sound of your moans and his grunts and the wet squelch of your your wetness.

You could feel his cum leaking out from around his cock and the fact that he was fucking his own cum back into you was making your brain short circuit. “You’re so good for me. My good girl.” Hearing Bucky call you his good girl was all you needed to come crashing down again.

Bucky held you as you writhed in his arms from the orgasm. This was sudden and intense unlike the honeyed and soft previous one. Your head blanked out for a minute as your entire body purely concentrated on Bucky’s cock and the pleasure it brought you.

You felt him cum inside you again and it only prolonged your orgasm. You both held each other as if it was the only way of staying on the ground or otherwise your highs would pull you up on the clouds too. You both were a sweaty, panting mess by the time you finally calmed down enough to have coherent thoughts.

As he pulled out, you could feel the sopping mess, that was your cum mixed with his, between your legs. Bucky kept laying kisses on your body as if he couldn’t possibly stay away from you and you giggled, “Bucky, I think I’m warm enough now.”