Insomnia + Bf Eren Headcanons

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Soft Dom!Dick Grayson Talks You Through an Orgasm

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, soft sex, dirty talk, orgasm guidance

A/N: Hope this makes your day a bit better @thewritingdoll!

"Feel like I'm not being fair to you tonight sweetie. Or am I the problem? Not doing a good enough job seems like." There was an equal amount humor and genuine insecurity written over Dick's face as he slowly thrust his hips back and forth, his cum spraying the bed went back and forth.

"I'm okay. You're sweet but I guess..." You sighed, holding him closer and leaning your chin against his sweaty shoulder, "I'm just a little stressed tonight that's all. I'm can still make you feel good can't I? You came three times already, care to go for a fourth?"

He pressed his lips together in a thin line, his eyebrows scrunching together, "No."

"No? Why?" Now you sounded disappointed, he was enjoying himself just a little while ago, your pussy aching and being full of his cum was proof of that. You winced as he pulled out, his hand cupping between your legs immediately, letting the cum flow over his hand, coating his fingers and the bed.

There was definitely an ache and an uncomfortable pressure lingering between legs as he pulled out. Dick's feature softened, looking at you with sorry eyes. His hands started running up and down your inner thighs, slowly lifting them up and settling in between them. His fingers pressed and spread against your folds in a V shape, rubbing you up and down before letting them dip all the way inside.

"Tonight was supposed to be about you." His fingers slowly dragged low whimpers and sighs from you. Just one well timed curl upwards made you moan his name and tighten up on him, "Better. You can give me one can't you, or do you need more help baby?" Dick's eyes looked at you, hooded with desire as his tongue licked, swirled and prodded against your pussy. "So sweet. Stop holding out on me, let me taste you more."

"I'm not." You could feel the heat steadily building against the press of his tongue on your clit, he wasn't holding you at all, you were free to raise your hips against him, let your body shake and convulse from the aggravating pulsing heat coming from inside your body.

"A little more help then." His lips pursed around your clit and sucked it against his tongue before he pulled back and tapped against it, his hand moving faster between your legs, "You're almost there sweetheart. Just a little more. Let me see that beautiful face when you come. Won't you let me have my fill of you?"

Your eyes shined with frustrated tears as you pushed his head down and started rubbing against his face, his tongue hitting your clit every time, "Dick, pleasepleaseplease!" Your body snapped like a bow, your toes digging into the bed as your back arched off it in, mouth and eyes open in ecstasy.

"Easy babe, I've got you, just let go, trust me to catch you." His free hand pressed against your lower back in support, rubbing and easing you back down. You whimpered from the sweet release, vision blurry and legs twitching around him, cunt pulsing on his tongue and around his fingers. "Want me to stay like this for a bit." All you could do was nod, your vocal cords feeling raw and used. "Okay. Whatever you need." He kissed your until you calmed down, careful to avoid your overstimulated clit, "Whatever you need."

So, like, out of nowhere, I got an idea and then I saw your requests were open so AAAAAAH I had to come and give you an ask. Anyway— Only if you can, could you write headcanons for DBH Connor, Markus, Rupert, Simon and Ralph with, like, different ways you make them smile? Gender neutral reader maybe? Obv you don’t have to include all the characters, I’d be excited just to see you responded to me, but I was just feeling a good vibe today and felt like popping in for a hot second LOVE YOU sorry if this was kinda all over the place, I’m running off of 2 hours of sleep, McDonald’s and a Pepsi.

HOW YOU MAKE THEM SMILE | DBH

characters: connor, markus, rupert, simon, and ralph.

Connor (RK800)

— Most humans are indifferent or straight-up rude to Connor because he’s an android, so he doesn’t have much basis for comparison. This means all you really have to do is be nice to him and he’s enamored.

— “Would you give the poor guy a break, he’s just trying to help.” You snapped at Hank when he was giving Connor a hard time the first day you met at the station, before going back to angrily typing on your terminal. 

— The Lieutenant waved you off but Connor’s curiosity was piqued. Most humans refer to androids as “it”, and the fact that you didn’t was intriguing to him.

— Treat him like he’s human. Even the little things, like asking if he wants a drink- even if you know androids don’t eat or drink, it’s the fact that you ask anyways that has him smiling stupidly. Tell him to get home safe, ask if he’s feeling alright, and invite him out somewhere. Making Connor feel wanted without him necessarily having to do anything to earn it is a surefire way to have him smiling in your direction—especially when you aren’t looking.

— Kissing him is a given since he’s obsessed with it. Peck his cheek or the corner of his lips as you pass by and you’ll have him smiling at you over his shoulder with that lovesick puppy dog look.

— It takes a long time for Connor to grasp jokes, so puns and humorous jabs will only get you a confused head tilt in response. But he likes your laugh so if you’re giggling trying to get your joke out he can’t help but beam at you.

— The first time you held his hand was on a case you were assigned together, a suspect veered around the corner and you tugged him by the hand behind a dumpster to avoid detection. You’d been too focused on the suspect to realize you were still holding his hand but Connor noticed.  You didn’t see the way his LED flashed yellow as he inspected your joined hands, fascinated by the sight of your pretty fingers laced between his own. And when you turn to find him smiling at you, you realize your mistake, apologizing profusely.

— So a big fan of hand-holding, please do it more often, the corners of his mouth can’t help but twitch upwards when you do.

— GRINS LIKE A MENACE WHEN YOU STAND UP TO PEOPLE FOR HIM. People are jerks and while Connor tends to just brush them off, sometimes you can’t and you match their energy right back at them. And Connor likes it very much, can’t help but get smug knowing he’s untouchable around you because you’ll gladly throw hands to defend his honor. Will hold you back if things get physical, however.

— If someone were to insult him too harshly he would just say “Y/n will be hearing about this 😌” 

— Everyone at the station knows to fuck off unless they want an angry chihuahua biting at their ankles. Gavin tests your patience and Connor is very entertained watching the two of you bicker over him.

— When you tilt his chin up to look at you when he’s overwhelmed, asking for him to talk to you. And when he can’t find the words, you pull him into your arms and let him press his face into your neck for comfort, telling him he’s gonna be alright. You hold him until you feel him smile against your clavicle and his LED flickers back to blue.

Markus (RK200)

— You were a big help during the revolution, hiding runaway deviants and sending them to Jericho. It was only natural that you ended up spending a lot of time together and eventually falling in love, despite your differences. Loves that you treat him like a person and are so kind to his people, they’ve suffered so much at the hands of humans, it’s you that reassures him that not all humans are incapable of being enlightened. 

— Smiles at you from a distance as you care for the damaged androids in Jericho, knowing they’re safe in your caring hands. You do what you can with the supplies you’re able to swipe and offer comfort to those who are too far gone.

— Markus likes to share his interests with you. If you ever wanted to paint with him, he’d be overjoyed, just being in the zone and then being able to look over at you and see you so focused on your creation. Sit down next to him while he’s at the piano and lean against him while he plays, let him teach you to play, let him move your hands to the correct positions, and listen to his soft voice guiding you through keys and their correspondences.

— Loves when you cook together, though the majority of the time you’re distracted by one another and doing more smooching and dancing than paying attention to the stove. Say hello to slightly overcooking stuff because you were too busy tongue-wrestling with your android boyfriend.

— Markus smiles the most when you somehow exactly when he needs comfort, and do so without hesitation. It’s like you’re able to see his stress levels, which he knows is impossible, but it makes him no less impressed with your emotional intelligence. You really are his grounding force, when he’s ever uncertain or lost, he knows he can come to you.

— You two have a bit of a habit of lovingly bullying one another at every opportunity, and he loves that you can keep up.

Rupert Travis (WB200)

— Rupert doesn’t trust humans easily, but showing affection for birds will draw him to you. Maybe you frequent the same park and he often sees you feeding birds—maybe you even have a bird of your own! His Pigeons are his babies, so if you’re kind to them, you’re being kind to him by extension.

— When you finally get past that defensive wall of caution Rupert uses to protect himself from being detected and deactivated, he’s very sweet. Still quiet, but you can see that he wants to be close to you. If he catches you baby-talking to his birds he can’t help but grin.

— Smiles when you tip the bill of his hat up so you can see his eyes, and practically beams if you lean in to kiss him. He’s… so soft ugh. He’s shy about reciprocation at first, his model was programmed primarily for agriculture, so romantic gestures are outside his realm of expertise. He does enjoy your gentle touch, however, so much so that he seeks it out when he requires comfort. Sometimes all he wants is for you to wrap him in your arms and let him lie there, you don’t even need to speak.

— if you go out somewhere together (which will take convincing, especially before the revolution) he sticks to your side and keeps his head down, he needs your shoulders to be touching or your hand to grip as you traverse food stalls and aisles in the grocery store. But if you whisper little jokes or sweet nothings to him he can’t help but smile softly at you.

— Rupert likes to listen to you talk, he doesn’t have loads to add to a conversation but he’s a great listener. And if you trail off thinking you’re talking his ear off he’ll ask you something else to get you going again.

Simon (PL600)

— Simon feels things very deeply, lending an ear when he needs to talk makes him comfortable with you. He feels he doesn’t have to keep up a brave face with you like he does to reassure the others in Jericho, he knows you’ll listen and understand. He’s very grateful when you help him work through new emotions, seeing as you’ve experienced many of those being a human and all.

— Saying thank you when he inevitably does things around the house for you once you settle into domesticity, being thanked for things is still quite new to Simon. It feels good to be appreciated and treated like he’s a living being.

— If you thought being thanked wasn’t enough to give him whiplash receiving gifts certainly will be! If you’re the artistic type, make him something and tell him that he inspires you. The prospect of being your muse makes him feel very special, and the fact that you’re always thinking of him and what he’d want makes him feel even more in love with you.

— You’ll often catch Simon gazing at you with that soft smile while you’re doing everyday things, even though he offers to take care of housework you insist on sharing responsibilities. “You’re my boyfriend, not my maid, we’ll do it together.” It’s then when he realizes just how serious you are about your relationship and he wants to cry he’s so happy.

— Smiles at you when he catches you staring with that loving look in your eyes.

— Has to bite back a grin every time you refer to him as your lover to other people, especially if it confuses them and you say “Yes my boyfriend is an android, is that a problem?” Your confidence is usually enough for people to awkwardly drop the subject, but the few who have pressed get the cold shoulder very quickly.

— He’s proud to be yours, so he enjoys it when you reinforce the idea.

— Simon very much enjoys being called pet names, by the way, call him honey, sweetheart, baby— makes him melt into a puddle every time. Watch his eyes soften and his cheeks fill with blue blood as you call him the sweetest things, he appreciates them, no matter how silly they become.

Ralph (WR600)

— Humans have terrorized Ralph and his psyche has suffered greatly because of it, so for you to be kind to him after all of that seems too good to be true. But when you look upon him with so much affection and treat him with so much care Ralph can’t bring himself to rip himself away from you. You who see him as a person, and not a machine.

— Ralph is always happy to see you, and the moment you walk through the door he’s practically beaming and jumping for joy. Your presence is a comfort to him once he is no longer afraid of you. While Ralph is glad to be “free” he gets very lonely and craves companionship, like you saw with Kara and Alice he wants to be a part of a family—even if he initially went about it the wrong way.

— He smiles the widest when you ask him if he wants to live with you, because of course he does. The idea of being a part of your life, being able to see you every day? He couldn’t imagine anything better than that. And when you drive it home that you want him to be safe, he gets a little teary. Reminding him that you care makes him smile like nothing else.

— He’s so happy when you help him around the little garden he grew outside your now shared home. He talks to the plants like they understand him and will melt if you do the same. Ralph loves that you’d try to participate in his hobby, even if you aren’t all that into gardening, he appreciates your help and your company. Buy him new plants as gifts, please!!! He accepts them so graciously and cradles the pot close like he’s made a new friend, murmuring to himself about where he wants to plant it.

— Compliment him! He flusters at any and all praise, shuffling in place and smiling ear to ear when you say nice things to him. Say thank you- or kiss him in thanks when he cooks for you or cleans up around the place, he loves the validation.

— Surprise hugs! Ralph is jumpy, but surprising him with hugs and affection is a good way to start making positive associations. He may gripe a little if he accidentally spills or knocks something over in his fright but if you go to pull away he grabs your arm, “Don’t go.” Once he’s grown used to your shenanigans doing this will make him laugh.

— You’re shocked to find that Ralph is ticklish, which is amazing to you, how technology is able to replicate such human sensations. So naturally you tickle him more. You’ll have him wheezing and writhing around in no time, begging half-heartedly for mercy. How could youuuuu. He absolutely will get revenge so watch out, he’s stronger than you so it’s harder to escape from his tickling onslaught. He laughs if you laugh so it’s a win-win.

— Kiss all over his face and he’ll burst into giggles.

various x f!reader -

MDNI 18+

the most heavenly voices he would listen to over and over again are your sweet squeals and moans when he’s pounding into you. he’s so heavy, the bed is squeaking and his breathes are rapid with yours. meanwhile, you’re taking everything he’s giving you with your arms wrapped around his back, running your hands up and down his skin while trying to kiss his neck and shoulder in the missionary position, trying to please him as well but his mind is clouded with pleasure, too busy feeling you while constantly rutting himself into you. you thought you felt his cock grow bigger inside you after letting out a loud moan when he closes the gap between you two even more. it’s like your bodies are mended into one at this point.

hq!!: SUNA, atsumu, osamu, kageyama, bokuto, AKAASHI, daichi, kuroo, meian

bsd: kunikida, dazai, ranpo, mark twain, oda

aone? abo aone? alpha aone? 🥺

alpha! aone + mentions of heats / ruts + creampie + a.b.o dynamics + knotting + mild dubcon + mentions of guilt + excessive licking + manhandling + overstimulation + lots of cum + squirting + f! reader

— word count; approx 2.5k

with coming spring, he knows to be careful, more so than he already is- aone feels like he’s walking over thin ice.

he cant recall the last time he’s had to be mindful of ruts and cycling heats- but its different now, now he has you and he knows that things like this can go wrong so very fast. nonetheless, he’s come to you with a bag of fresh fruit and vegetables, hand already raised to knock at your door-

its not instant, the smell of something so mouthwatering that his knees feel weak slowly filling every space inside his mind. he can’t help but to bring an already clammy hand to cover his nose, but it’s already imprinted deep in his very being.

aone cant see you, but he can taste you.

theres a swirling heated battle rattling around in his mind. he knows you’re in your room, knows you’re bundled up in the safety of what he hopes is a comfortable nest, knows you’re in agony- begging for an alpha- begging for him to go and breed you.

its that singular thought that has him open your door, and it feels like it happens all over again, the searing heat and mouth watering with saliva, already panting with each heavy step taken towards your room.

his ears picking up the sounds of ruffling, can hear you turn around in bed, unable to get up thanks to the hurt your body is going through.

he can help you, he can… he’s going to help you.

the thumping sounds of his feet padding towards your room is enough to send you into a frenzy, nose buried into a fuzzy blanket- peaking up, you can only whine the second he’s standing outside the door.

“a-aone?” you cry, knowing you’d sent him a message denoting the early heat you’ve been forced to undergo- its what happens when you’re in the presence of such strong, fertile alphas... like him, like your new, sweet, giant, gentle boyfriend.

theres guilt settling deep, unable to really comprehend anything outside of small flashes of coherency, trying to make sense as to why hes outside your bedroom door, as to why hes slowly turning the doorknob, and as to why hes dropped a bag of groceries at his feet.

“i’m sorry.”

deep voice sending full body shivers straight from your neck, down the length of your back.

its not his fault and you know it- just how you cant stop the searing, harsh throbbing of your pussy, already wetting down the middle of your shorts, now feeling like your clothes prickle at overly heated skin.

hands immediately tear the soft blanket from you, bunching it to a ring of pillows and other clothing, his clothing.

he nearly collapses, heart thrumming hard in his chest at the sight, you two are so new to this relationship that he hasn’t even seen the skin you’ve suddenly presented him with.

“i’m sorry.” He says it with a broken lilt, stepping past the soft pillows you’ve kicked around.

it has you nearly thrashing around, legs already glistening with sweat- mouth hung open to hurriedly take in mouthfuls of his own scent. its mouthwatering, sharp and something that resembles mint and oak- it belongs to him, and only him and you cant and help but to whine.

a knee breaches past the safety of your nest and youre suddenly up- heated hands grabbing at the clothes hes wearing, a frenzy of soft and clammy touches along the cotton.

aone thinks he might die- just barely able to suppress any instinctual snapping, tampering down the need to shove your head into the soft bedding, wanting to shove his cock into your surely leaking cunt. he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing, all guided by instinct and the nagging voice telling him to split you apart.

he wants you to lay back and let him take care of you, but there’s that gnawing guilt- and in a moment of clarity aone does something that shouldn’t have been possible in his headspace.

he steps back.

prying your hands off his body to put distance, any type of distance in between two heated bodies.

“its wrong.” Its all he says, still trying to simmer down the near overwhelming need to have you.

theres no words to truly describe the feeling at seeing you nearly cry at the rejection- his eyes closing, blunt nails digging into the fat of his palm before trying to step back.

“n-no!” its whiney- pitchy and warbled, shaky hands thumping against the bed- thighs squishing together, seeping arousal already started to coat the inside of them, it’s horrible and you want the pain settled deep in your belly to leave.

“want you- nobu, I want you.” you heave, bottom lip starting to shake, your eyes glance down to his crotch- and you can see the bump of arousal heavy in his pants.

its a desperate plan to get him to mount you like you need, but deep down you know how sweet he is- you know that hes wanted to make this special for the both of you, but once again the searing and pangs of heat don’t let you think straight.

a single glance to his now opened eyes is all you give him before turning around onto your knees, promptly shoving the slickened, sticky material of it down your legs- slumping forward to rest your cheek onto the mattress.

“please.”

its loud- loud and rattling around in his head, watching as you bend yourself over for him, a position he knows is ideal for taking you how he knows you need.

the drooling heat of your pussy finally presented is what eats away at the last bit of humanity he clutched in wide palms.

once more, aone brings himself to the edge of your bed- gripping at the skin of your hips, pressing that clutch of heat to his cock.

“bad.”

the word completely encompasses every feeling, every thought coursing through his dizzying head.

legs tremble under the feeling of his hands, of his cock pressing near perfectly against your pussy, grabbing at the sheets to distract from the throbbing.

“i know- i know.”

sharp sobs finally tumble forth, and he cant take it anymore.

you’re not too sure how he gets his cock out- maybe it has something to do with the tear and pop of the button from his jeans, but what you do know is that his swollen and throbbing cockhead is swiping up and down your messy folds.

all the sad, pitiful crying and noises sucked back into your chest immediately, tasting the heady scent of his own precum mixing in with your arousal.

aone brings a shaky palm to hold you down, long and thick fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, meat of his hand settled at the nape- instinctually pinning you with strength hes never used against anyone.

he needs to, because in one swift shove- aone sinks the reddened tip inside, splitting you open, momentum carrying his hips closer and closer to your ass.

gurgling out a mixture of his name and a shy thank you, while the burn from taking him in knocks any wind from your chest, legs nearly already giving way-

there’s a palpable restrain he’s undergoing, crushing, already crushing while he’s pushed your chest down flat- it feels like a sunburn painting every inch of skin, and aone cant take the burn anymore.

tilting his head back, hard eyes staring at the ceiling while your cunt pulses around his cock he speaks, grumbles out an, “i’m sorry.”

all before snapping muscled thighs to the fat of your ass- swollen balls pressed so close to you, it hits your throbbing clit- sending an involuntary twitch up your back, cunt fluttering hard, not helping the heat he feels.

aone wants to spit out every apology he knows while he drills into your cunt, but its too much. turned head letting him see your sweat lined hairline, lips parted while pretty screams leave them, drool already forming under a slowly curved up smile.

this is what you need. barely holding onto consciousness while hammering hips smash you down.

knees fully giving away, nothing in your body could have ever kept up with his large body swinging into you- all with an intent to breed, all with an intent to fulfill a screeching need imbedded deep within.

hands burn with the way you’ve clutched the bed, hips, along with every part of your body submitting easily, slumped near lifelessly, a violent display of power you’ve never seen aone use.

you’re slipping, every thrust bringing your body up and up and in the state of mind he’s undergone, it’s the worst thing imaginable.

letting up, thick, long cock still buried deep within gummy walls- he grabs your hips, picks you up off the bed, sensitive to the cry of pure displeasure that leaves your mouth, all with the way hes stopped moving.

“its okay- be still.” aone grumbles, and you do just that.

once more the sheer need to be good for him, to make yourself perfect and receptive for his cum forces your body to lay there, knees no longer pressed onto the bed, no longer pressed to anything while his palms keep you up.

muscles tensed- biceps curling with each drag of you back onto him, finally fulfilling that deep seated need that you’ve brought to him.

a blooming red heat curls up from his neck, dusted across his cheeks and nose- he thinks you look pretty, so perfect for him. the sudden urge to bite you- to tie you down to him is near overwhelming.

just barely blinking back that base need, all aone knows now is that he needs to fill you up.

focusing instead on your scent, the sweat rolling down every curve of your body, using you to slide down over his cock, creamy and wet with all the arousal your fluttering cunt produces in order to take him, absolutely no resistance in the tight heat of yours.

resounding, wet smacks of meeting hips have him dizzy, he’s ignorant to the fluttering, squeezing tight vice of your cunt every time you cum.

all aone knows is that it feels like your pussy is trying to keep his cock out- screams and warbling chants of his name increased the longer this goes on.

“n-nobu!”

this yell of his name comes out clearer than the others, full of much more desperation- white lashes flutter down to look at his cock stuffed inside when he feels a wet splatter hit his tummy, dripping down his balls and thighs. it takes him a second to think very dumbly that it’s all to help you take it- but the trembling, kicking limbs under him quickly disprove that.

with a loud groan, loudest you’ve heard him- he folds himself down, teeth throbbing with the overwhelming want to stake claim, but he just drools. the shirt still draped over him quickly dampening with the sweat slicked on your body, finally close enough to really taste everything that makes you- you.

he doesnt know why he does what he does, only that the need to have you closer- wanting to lessen the throbbing in his mouth, still rutting into your fucked out cunt, creamed around the base of his slowly thickening length, he laves his tongue up your neck.

stiffening under his hold, it’s the only thing you can do, unable to bring any part of your body to shy away, heavy chills wracking through sore muscles, involuntary clenches from your cunt nearly bring aone down.

his cock feels heavy and full, only animalistic drive brings him to press his dick inside- feeling the swell even more now, near suffocating while you squeeze in protest, chest heaving at the thickening.

your soft cries- warbling lilt of near mind searing pain has him try to comfort you in the best way he knows. still leaving trails of warm spit up your neck, grunting out harshly, nose dipping lower down your back, hand grabbing at your already limp arm and pulling it up, nose seeking parts of you that are dripping with sweat, he licks and licks.

does it to distract you to from the pain, to soothe you with heavy tonguing while his body near spasms, cock fully swollen at the base to keep you locked against him.

it hurts, but the feeling of his cum filling every swollen ridge inside finally has every burning thought settle down.

still fuzzy around the edges you simply blink- inhaling while he keeps dragging his thick tongue up your underarm, head nestled beneath it, sending waves of ticklish shivers down you.

“n-nobu?”

it comes out in a near breathless whine, no more is it muddled by any lingering want- tired from cumming so much, pussy stuffed full. it’s exactly what was needed, and by the sound of his soft grunting, still twitching cock dumping spurt after spurt, you knew he needed it too.

“mm.” he’s still tending to you, not satisfied until his cock begins to finally soften, any give of your battered walls brings forth a gush of cum.

its seeping from in between your overly stretched lips, a wiggle of hips finally snaps him out- prying himself from your body, proud of himself for keeping calm and not claiming you, not yet anyways.

“are you okay? feels good?”

he doesn’t know exactly what to say, settling on keeping any worry and anxiety down, you don’t need that right now- you need someone strong and he can do that, be that- but only for you.

finally stretching himself, he lets your body settle back down onto your bed, nest ruined from your thrashing arms- whining with the obscene amount of globs dropping down onto the bed as his cock slips out.

“its good, so good.”

still dizzy from it all, you can only wait while he slots his heavy body within your limp arms- whole body burning up, matching the temperature of your own.

hands so small against him paint soothing pictures, hearts and the initials of your name, goosebumps can only follow in their wake, this is the bliss that can only be described as easy. its easy to hold him, easy to touch and ease the worry, tummy warmed and full of his heavy cum, thanking in a small voice by his ear.

his heart pounds, still roaring, cumming like this- tending to your body was what he was made to do, no matter what shifted in the dynamics of your relationship, he just hopes he’s the one to hold you in the end.

“what are you doing?”

your heart just about bursts from your chest as you spot suna through the bathroom mirror. he’s standing there with a few tufts of hair that appear to have developed minds of their own, and you can see subtle red creases on one side of his face.

“jesus, we need to get you a bell,” you mumble—to yourself more than anything. your eyes gloss over his reflection before focusing back on your own, and you resume your nightly routine without a second thought.

“why are you getting ready for bed without me?” he questions, leaning his head against the doorframe as he gives you the blankest of stares.

“rin, you were sleeping. i know better than to wake the beast from his slumber,” you laugh.

“tch, i’m not that bad, am i?” he feigns a frown, pushing himself off the frame and shuffling over to you. the warmth of his bare chest engulfs you as he snakes his arms around your torso, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. “besides, i was resting my eyes, not sleeping.”

you feel him smirk against your skin—both of you knowing damn well those are his famous last words.

“does it really mean that much to you?” you ask, emphasizing the sarcasm in your voice to hide the fact that you actually want a genuine answer.

you don’t get one—at least not at first. instead, he tightens his grip on your waist, just enough to allow him to spin you around to face him. he pulls upwards, a silent invitation for you to sit on the countertop.

“be an angel and sit still,” he says, more than aware of the effect that little nickname has on you. his fingers delve into the cream that now sits in your lap—bringing a small amount to your face.

he stares for a moment, love and admiration swirling around in his pupils as he embodies the definition of heart eyes. he wipes his fingers onto each of your cheeks, using a hand on either side to rub the moisturizer in for you.

“yes,” he blurts out.

“yes what?” you tilt your head at him. he exhales, tilting your head back to its original position so he can finish working in the product.

“it does mean that much to me,” he responds, delicately running the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. he battles the grin forming on his face, but the one that you’re wearing right now is so perfect—it’s not even worth the fight. he finds himself leaning down, possessed by his love for you, chasing that euphoric feeling of your lips against his.

he kisses you—so hungrily that your back presses against the mirror and you have to place a hand behind you for support. he pulls away with a pant, giving a few more quick pecks to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. there’s that look again—love, admiration, and—mischief?

before you can so much as blink, he’s dipping his entire hand into your beloved moisturizer, taking out a huge clump, and smearing it onto your face with a devious smile.

“wake me up next time, okay?”

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So Good For Me.

Summary: Bucky has only one thing on his mind to tonight and that's to make you his. And he hopes you'll never want to let him go.

Pairing: Alpha Bucky x Omega Reader

Work Count: 2.5K

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, consenual biting, mutual marking, smut, creampie, rough sex, minors DNI, overstimulation (if you squint). Soft Bucky turned Dom Bucky, size kink, mentions of belly bulge

A/N: Unbeta'd. Do not copy, translate, repost or rewrite my work, even if you credit me. I do not give my permission for my works to be copied or shared on other sites. Likes, reblogs and comments are cherished.

The reddish-yellow flame comes to life around the wick, swaying and flickering, the soft glow reflecting in his sapphire eyes. Backing away with a pleased hum, he looks over the mantle, adjusting the last of the candles, hints of white tea and vanilla drifting across him in hazy waves.

They remind him of your unique scent as he inhales the air, so sweet, delicate, and fresh. After tonight, he’ll make sure he carries your scent on him wherever he is. Its a gnawing feeling, unfamiliar to him. Wanting to let the world know that you belong to him and he belongs to you.

He's never felt like this with other omegas.

But they've never been you.

Placing the silver lighter on the nightstand, he glances around the room. Anything he deemed too rough, too Alpha was tossed out and replaced with things he hopes you’ll like. Fresh new sheets under the thick duvet, which is now the softest thing he owns. He bought a few all in your favorite colors. His favorite shirts folded neatly along the edge of the bed. He spent a long time making sure he heavily drenched them in his scent.

If you choose even one for your nest-Bucky breaks into a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

Bucky knows he shouldn’t feel as anxious as he does, but he can’t help it. The same way he can’t help, the way his heart thuds a little harder in his chest whenever he thinks about you. Here. In his room.

He can’t help the way his stomach twists just a little when he imagines you on his bed, marking his things with your scent, touching his sheets, clothes. Touching him. Letting him touch you. Becoming part of his life, his world.

He could easily claim you, use his Alpha status, commands, and size to dominate you into being his. But here’s the thing. He wants you to be his, but he needs you to want it as much as he does.

He’s taken his time with you, knowing that you deserve to be wooed properly. Wanting to care for you, cherish you the way you deserve. His Alpha nature wanting to make you happy. Dates to the museums, botanic gardens, movies, any place you like, dinners at fine restaurants, and little hole in the wall diners where you spend the entire time squished against his side in a booth too tiny for his large body, arms, and hands tangled as you eat, laugh and talk.

Bucky wants you to have all the best things, everything he has is yours, even if you don’t know it yet.

His new favorite hobby is finding presents for you, little treasures, each carrying his scent, of course. Personalized gifts sent to your house and work, most for no reason other than they reminded him of you.

Most of them hand-delivered because he can’t get enough of how flustered you get when he gives you something, you have no idea how much he adores your small pleased chirp that slips out when he leans in, asking if you like it little one. It makes his heart sing, knowing how much he affects you.

His Alpha pride blooming the more you fall for him.

Bucky bounds down the steps when he senses your arrival. Opening the door before you have a chance to knock, he holds back a chuckle when you startle, grabbing your overnight bag before it slips from your hand. “Hi, little one,” he warmly greets, stepping back to let you inside.

You smile shyly in response, your curious eyes darting around the hallway. Anticipation crackling in the air. While it’s not the first time you’ve been in his house, it’s the first time you’ll go further than the living room. You answer his questions about your day and the ride over here as he guides you up the stairs, his large hand splayed across the small of your back.

Bucky hovers behind you, waiting patiently as you stare into his bedroom. After tonight you’ll belong to Bucky Barnes. You swallow down the whimper that wants to escape your throat, your pussy aching at the thought of finally being his, your slick coating your panties.

HIs shuddery breath lets you know he can smell how aroused you are. Glancing over your shoulder, his heady lust-filled gaze makes you bite your lip. His eyes drop to your bottom lip, caught between your teeth, a low growl rising from his chest. The deep sound making your stomach tense in anticipation.

You step inside his bedroom, awash in the soft glow of candlelight, your knees almost buckling when his scent overwhelms you. Stronger than you’ve ever experienced. Fresh rain and plums, hints of evergreen laced throughout. All uniquely him.

Walking around the California king bed, you place your bag by his shirts. “I thought you could have a nest here.” His unspoken with me resonates in the quiet air.

You smile, imagining a large nest surrounding you and Bucky as you touch the soft fabric of his Henley with your fingertips. Your hand stills when you hear his breath hitch, your eyes flicker up to his large body. His hands fisted at his sides as he cranes his head back. You stare at his pulse beating in his neck, the omega in you preening when you take in how badly he wants you.

No one has wanted you the way he has. It’s intoxicating and exhilarating.

You pad over to him, placing your hands on his warm broad chest. Exposing your throat in submission. “Make me yours.”

He's waited so long to hear those words, his control begins to fray, taking every ounce of his being to keep from bending you over the side of the bed and claiming your body.

Still, he promised himself to take his time with you

Bucky grazes his teeth along the curve of your neck, back and forth until you whine, twisting your hands in the fabric of his shirt. “Please, Bucky.”

He hums into your skin, his breath washing over you. He bites down gently, too gently. You want to feel his teeth sink into you, claiming you so bad you’re trembling with need. “Please, please Bucky.”

God, he won’t stop teasing you. His hands shifting over your hips, pressing your belly into his large, hard cock. Warm and throbbing. Your slick cunt drenched and aching. Another plea ignored while you slide your hands into his soft hair and push him down with a whimper. He chuckles, nipping your skin so lightly you want to scream.

“Buc-” your voice cracks when he groans into your neck, his tongue laving the bruises he creating on your skin.

He’s so big and warm. Smells so good. You’ve never wanted anything, anyone more. Every instinct, every part of you crying for him to take you. To make you his girl, his omega, you want him to be your-

“Alpha.”

Bucky stills in your arms, his grip tightening around you as he grows impossibly harder. He's waited so long to hear that word as well, sweeter than he dreamed.

“Alpha, please.” Breathy and desperate in his ear.

Bucky closes his eyes, his hands sweeping up your back. Your voice is addictive, and he’s going to do everything in his power to keep his name on your lips. You say it again, awakening his dormant feral nature.

His teeth sink down, a burst of pain and pleasure shocking you to your very core and you go limp.

Bucky cradles your body, walking you back to the bed, biting harder into your soft skin until you shiver, crying out his name. Bonding you to him, a connection, so deep and primal that he can’t let go. He feels you, the urge to claim you, take you overwhelming his senses.

Bucky releases you, his dazed eyes darkening as he looks at his mark on your pretty skin. “Mine. Need you right now.” He says, brokenly, frantic and demanding.

“Yours. Love you.” You gasp into his chest, pulling at his shirt, needing to feel his skin on you. He licks the bite and your eyes roll back. Another desperate gasp pulled from your lips. “Alpha.”

“Love you, little one. My pretty little omega” He decorates your skin with soft, passionate kisses along your neck, up across your jaw in between ripping your clothes off, your greedy hands pulling and tugging at his belt as he yanks his t-shirt over his head, the pile of shirts and your bag tumbling to the carpet.

A flurry of torn fabric fluttering to the floor until you’re naked before him. Your eyes roaming down his large muscular body until you reach his cock swaying in the air, the swollen tip leaking.

He’s so big, you don’t know how he’s going to fit.

“Don’t worry, little one, your pussy is made for me.” He arrogantly smirks, covering you with his large warm body, his smooth chest brushing over your sensitive nipples. “I’ll fit-” He groans, slotting a thigh between your legs, “-in your tight little pussy.” He pushes his thigh over your mound, swallowing your needy moan when he glides over your clit.

Bucky swears he’s going to take his time later, bury his head between your thighs until you beg him to stop, tear you apart piece by piece until you’re a trembling fucked out mess but right now he has to be inside you, needing your warmth around him.

His soft lips drape over yours, deepening the kiss as he moves over you, mumbling your name when you reach between your bodies, grabbing his thick cock in your hands, guiding him to your pulsating core. You grab his firm back, keening into his mouth when you feel his swollen head breach your core, his thrust slow and deliberate, his veiny ridges stretching your silken walls.

His groan rings in your ears. “Goddamn, you’re tight, so fucking tight, fit around me so good, you know that, don’t you? You know how good you feel.” He praises, continuing to fill you until his pelvis is flush against yours. “So fucking perfect doll.”

You dig your sharp nails into his back with a muffled cry. So good, so good you think, squeezing your eyes shut as he moves deeper in you, god he’s so good.

“We haven’t even started yet,” he chuckles, swiping his lips over your swollen mouth, “breathe pretty girl.” Another chuckle rumbles over your neck when you arch off the bed as he slides out of you, “Gonna have fun ruining your pussy, fuck, this pussy is going to be mine, isn’t it?” His next deep stroke making you wail.

It is, it, you were his the moment he laid eyes on you.

His words punctuated by another harsh thrust that you feel in your stomach. You try to answer but can only gasp when he lifts your hips, making you take every inch of him.

Bucky moves deeper inside your hot, wet pussy until he can see your belly bulge, his masculine ego enlarging with each sob and moan he drags out of you. He can feel how close you are, the waves of bliss drowning you until you tense beneath him, his pace quickening as he pushes you closer to your high. “Cum for me, be a good girl, and cum for me.”

Your body obeys his hotly whispered command, your orgasm crashing into you. Chanting his name, you rake your nails down his back, grabbing his ass, crying out, “Oh god, Bucky, oh, Buc-,” you sob out, your head lolling back, the candlelight shining over his mark.

His hips slow to a steady pace, never ceasing as he rolls you on top of him. Pleasure sparking through your body with each powerful stroke.

Placing your hands beside his head, you gaze down at him, wheezed gasp slipping through your lips. Bucky offers you his neck, his position almost submissive if not for the smirk in his eyes. And the way his massive hands firmly roll your hips over his cock. “Go on, pretty girl.”

Tears shimmer in your widening eyes, you swallow thickly. Oh. Oh, Bucky. You place your mouth on his broad shoulder, feeling his gland. You’ve never heard of an alpha willing to wear his omega’s mark, to have Bucky offering you his throat is indescribable. To be loved the way he loves you, god you don’t know how you’re going to survive him.

You bite down, feeling the bond open even wider. You feel him, hear him. He loves you so much.

His guttural groans of pleasure make you clench down as he slides out of you. When you release him, looking in wonder at the bite on his broad shoulder, he slides his hands over your hips, murmuring good girl. The room spins as he rolls you back over. Bucky thrusts into you, the headboard slamming against the wall so hard it cracks.

He craves you.

His cock stretching you, going so deep inside you. More tears form as pleasure spreads across your entire body, his solid, heavy chest driving you into the soft duvet.

Sweet girl.

“You feel me right here, don’t you?” He presses his hand on your belly, feeling his bulge with each deep thrust. “You’re going to feel me all weekend.” He promises, wild eyes meeting your dazed ones.

Perfect, so fucking perfect.

He places your leg over his arm and grabs the headboard. “Yeah, you are.” He swears under his breath, watching your mouth fall open, a thin high moan emerging from your throat. He grins, knowing he’s found your sweet spot. “Fuck, I could live in your cunt, stay inside you all the fucking time. So goddamn good.”

Love you. Adore you. Worship you.

He laces his metal fingers between yours, pinning your hand over your head. Mine. Mine. Your cries of pleasure making him snap his hips into yours. Wet sloshing of your cunt intertwining with the nearly vulgar sounds of skin slapping. Mine. All mine. His deep moans in your ear as you pant, his name garbled on your tongue as you give yourself to him. “I’m yours, Bucky, please, please I’m so close-” you slur, unable to finish your thought when he changes his pace, your breath rasping out.

“You wanna cum for me don’t you little one, you’re gonna be good for me, go on and give it to me.” He whispers over your mouth, his forehead resting on yours as he watches you fall apart.

Your walls spasm over his cock, making his pace fraught and erratic, he lets go of the splintered headboard, finding your clit between your sweaty bodies, swollen and sensitive, his thumb swirling around your bud hard and fast until the coil snaps. Another orgasm rocking you, making you clench down on him.

“There you go, such a good girl, my pretty girl.” He coos, smiling as you thrash under him. “That’s it, knew you could take it.”

He grinds his hip down so hard you cum again, grunting when you clamp down, “shit you’re still milking my cock-” You tremble, not hearing him over the roar in your ears. “Gonna fill you up, wanna see me leak out of your pretty, greedy little cunt.” He groans, his words making your stomach flutter. You love when he loses control, his words rushing out of him as he pounds you into you, chasing his high, his eyes focused on your face.

You nearly cum again when warmth blooms in your core, his hot spend coating your walls as he goes still, only his hips jerking slightly until he collapses on top of you.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, turning you on your side, his cock nestled within you.

“Amazing, Bucky.” You rasp out, snuggling into his sweat-slicked chest. Your tired giggles ending in a yawn.

“Me too.” Bucky kisses your forehead, pulling back with a smile. “Didn’t mean to wear you out like this.” His smug tone making you give him a look that says you don’t believe him, his shrug in return replying he knows. “Go to sleep, I got you.”

You drift off feeling protected and cherished in his arms, your unbreakable bond strengthening with each whispered affirmation of love, pulling you closer to him. Bucky’s deep voice drifts over you as he continues to praise you for being so perfect for him. He watches the candlelight dance over your sleeping face.

He scents your neck, inhaling you, a dizzying combination of the both of you wafting off your skin. Yeah, he's going to make sure you always smell like this. Reverently touching his mark, he murmurs, "good night sweet girl."