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34 years F

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Because I have been banned before the NSFW stuff are in the liked section

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"fuck the government" GIRL IM TRYING

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The Obsession Protocol

Words: 6.5k

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F Reader

Warnings: Blackmail, dubcon, manipulation, slight bondage, explicit sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, voyeurism, stalking, mostly just sex.

Now, that Bucky Barnes has resigned the congressional seat your father held for two decades, you're helping your father campaign for the special election to now replace Barnes.

The trouble is Bucky has dirt on your father and he used it to blackmail your him into stepping down and getting him elected. Now, he plans to use that same intel to get something else he wants. You.

The knock came just as you were climbing out of the shower. Water still clung to your skin in beads, dripping from your body to the bath mat below. Steam curled in the air, fogging the mirror and softening the edges of the world around you.

But the sound cut through your peace like a knife. Three steady raps against your apartment door.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. Now? Of all times? It was nearly ten. It was too late for deliveries, and too early for drunks to mistake your door for someone else’s.

Wrapped in only a towel, your hair was still plastered to your neck, you felt exposed. You felt vulnerable in a way you hadn’t felt all day, knocking on doors for your father’s campaign or fielding smug questions from reporters at press events. You didn’t get visitors these days. Your parents always called first, usually your mother on speaker with your father yelling instructions in the background. And lately? You hadn’t had the time or energy to nurture your friendships. You spend many late nights at the campaign office, and lost weekends to voter outreach and spreadsheets. You barely had time to sleep, much less entertain.

So who the hell was at your door now? You scrambled to pull on leggings and an oversized hoodie, and crept barefoot down the hallway. The city buzzed outside your window, with muffled traffic and the distant blare of sirens. But somehow that knock didn’t feel like it was part of the city.

It felt personal. You looked through the peephole to see who it was.

Bucky Barnes.

Your stomach dropped.

He stood there like he belonged. Calm with his hands at his sides, dressed in black like he’d crept from the shadows. His presence filled the hallway, like he was capable of breaking down the door but polite enough to wait for you to open it first.

You'd always found him attractive in an intimidating way. Not just his looks, though there was no denying those. He had that sharp, old-world kind of beauty that didn’t soften with time, only settled into something more dangerous. But it wasn’t just that. It was the stillness in him. The way he held his ground like the building could collapse and he wouldn’t move. Like he was the storm everyone else braced for.

You knew more about him than most. Being your father’s daughter came with certain privileges, and burdens. One of those was access. You hadn’t gone digging exactly... but you hadn’t looked away either when certain classified files crossed your screen during the last campaign. You’d come across intel from his time as the Winter Soldier, back when Hydra had their claws in him. Back then he'd been a ghost in black leather and bloodstained gloves. There were assassinations, covert hits, and acts of terror carried out with speed and precision, and no conscience behind the trigger.

They said he’d been programmed. And maybe that was true.

The only mission he ever failed was Project Insight. A mission compromised by one man: Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. His former best friend, the man who refused to fight him and nearly died for it.

Most people were willing to forgive Bucky Barnes who called his past something he couldn’t control. His story was an American tragedy they said.

But you weren’t so sure. Not when you saw the way he moved through a room, and how he looked at people. You wondered more than once if that part of him, remorseless and lethal, was really gone. Or if it just lived beneath the surface, under layers of discipline and polite smiles.

Now he was outside your apartment door. Waiting for you.

You unlocked your door anyway. Stupid, but you did. 

“Mr. Barnes,” you said softly. You opened your door just a crack, keeping the chain still latched. “It’s late.”

"I know," he said, his voice almost quiet enough to pass for gentle. “I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t important.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, your heartbeat ticking a little faster. “Is it about Monday’s event we invited you to?”

“No,” he said simply. “It’s about your father’s campaign.”

Your grip tightened on the edge of the door. “What about it?”

“He shouldn’t be running,” Bucky said with no build-up.

You weren't sure you heard him right. “I’m sorry, what?”

Bucky took a small step forward, and instinctively, you stepped half a foot back. “Martin Keane shouldn’t be in that seat again. He knows it, and I know it.”

“My father served our district for twenty years,” you replied, your voice sharpening. “He stepped aside so you could run, supported you when he didn’t have to—"

“He stepped aside because I gave him no choice,” Bucky cut in.

All you could do was stare at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I gave him a way out with dignity,” he said. “He took it, and he endorsed me. He smiled for the cameras. But he never should’ve been in office as long as he was. And he sure as hell shouldn’t be trying to go back now."

“And you waited until now to tell me this?” you asked, incredulous. “You resigned. You rejoined the Avengers, or the New Avengers. And now you show up at my door in the middle of the night to—what? Scare me into talking him out of running?”

“No,” Bucky said. “I came because if I went to him, it would’ve gotten messy.”

Your heart dropped. What was going on here?

“I thought maybe you’d listen,” he said calmly.

“I don’t have that kind of influence over him,” you lied. 

And he didn’t believe that for a second. “You’re his daughter. His moral compass. He's actually said that to me.

You shook your head. “And what exactly do you expect me to say?”

“I expect you to understand that this,” he motioned vaguely to the campaign posters you had pinned on the wall behind you, “is a bad idea.” Then his gaze, those beautiful steely-blue eyes, locked on you.

“I’m giving you a choice,” he said. “You can convince him to drop out before I leak what I have on him. Or…” He stepped just slightly closer, enough that you could feel the gravity of him. “You and I make a deal that keeps me quiet.”

You froze. “What kind of deal?”

But his silence said everything. He wasn't looking for a favor. He meant you.

You stared at him, anger rising to meet fear. “You’re blackmailing my father?”

“I’m offering you a way to protect him. That’s not blackmail. That’s mercy.”

You slammed the door in his face, or tried to. But his metal hand caught it mid-swing, easily breaking the chain. The movement wasn’t forceful, but firm.

The door slowly pushed back open, and before you could step away, Bucky was already crossing the threshold, towering over you. He backed you into your apartment like he’d done it a dozen times before.

You stumbled a few steps back, your mind scrambling. “I need you to leave,” you said sharply, trying to reclaim the space he was silently taking from you.

Bucky ignored you, closing the door and turning the lock. Then he turned to face you.

“You’ve always wondered, haven’t you?” he asked, keeping his voice low. “Why your father stepped down without a fight. Why he just walked away from a seat he held for two decades. He told the press it was time. What did he tell you?”

Your mouth went dry. You’d asked yourself those exact questions months ago. Thinking back to that time sixteen months ago when your father was running for re-election. There had been an odd silence between your parents during that. Your father’s hands shook the night before the announcement. But when you’d asked him about it, he only smiled and changed the subject.

Bucky took another step toward you. You backed into your kitchen counter.

“I found records,” he continued, his tone factual now, like he was just relaying a report. “Shell companies. Donations funneled through fake veterans’ charities. Land deals that never materialized but still moved money. Quiet bribes disguised as community development grants. I don't think he thought anyone would find that paper trail.”

Your stomach dropped.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “He would never—"

“He did,” Bucky cut in gently. “I didn’t need to look hard. Just deep enough. I told him face to face what I found. And I gave him the choice: step down and support me publicly, or watch everything burn. He made the smart choice. But I've got to admit, I was surprised how quickly he jumped back in once I resigned from the seat. I didn't think he'd be dumb enough to walk back into the fire.”

You were frozen in place. None of it felt real. Your father wasn't capable of all of that, was he?

Bucky Barnes towered over you in your apartment, his gaze on you.

“Why are you telling me this?” you managed to ask.

“I'm not going to hurt you,” he said simply.

Your hands trembled at your sides. “You’re insane.”

“No,” he said, stepping closer again, and this time his voice was almost tender. “I’m focused. And I’m done pretending this is just about him."

Your heart raced in your chest. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing left that mattered to him? You'd seen that expression before on his face. But you'd never stopped and paid attention. You hadn't recognized that the shadows behind his eyes were obsession with deep roots.

“You said we could make a deal,” you said quietly. “What do you want?”

He looked at you for a long moment. “You.”

“Why me?” You didn’t mean it to sound small, but it did. 

Your back was pressed into the kitchen counter, cold laminate biting into your spine. Panic surged in your chest. Without thinking, you moved, darting around him in a quick burst of motion, trying to put space between you. You slipped into the open space of your living room, your heart pounding so loudly he could probably hear it. 

But Bucky didn’t follow right away. His expression never changed. He didn’t seem worried at all that you could escape him. He turned slowly, deliberate in a way that made your skin tingle.

“You don’t need to run,” he said calmly, as if your flight had been some kind of misunderstanding. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just wanted to offer you a choice.”

You stood there in the living room, still damp from your shower. Every instinct screamed at you to call someone, to do something. But your phone was in the kitchen, and he was now between you and it.

“You want to protect your father,” he said, taking a slow step forward. “I understand that. That’s what I’m doing too, in my own way."

Lifting his hand, he carefully traced a finger over the apple of your cheek. "You know, you remind me of a time when I was younger and happier, when the world still had possibilities.” He moved closer. Your heart hammered like it would beat its way out of your chest. “It was before the war, and before I became something else. And maybe that’s not fair to you. But I can’t change it.”

You swallowed hard.

“I tried to stay away,” Bucky continued. “I really tried to keep it professional with you. But every fucking time I saw you, all I could think about was how beautiful you were. How I'd always wanted a dame like you to be all mine. I'd think how badly I wanted to protect you. To keep you.”

“You don’t know me,” you said quietly. Your entire being was trembling now, and surely he noticed that.

“I know enough.” No, his expression darkened just a shade. “I know the world doesn’t deserve you. I know you try so hard to find the right guy,” he said softly. “And every one you choose treats you like shit. They don’t see you. Not the way I do.”

He leaned closer.

“That guy from the fundraiser... Elliot. Yeah, he talked about himself all night, never even asked what you about your goals or dreams. Then ghosted you the second he realized you weren’t going to sleep with him.”

Your stomach knotted. How could he possibly know that?

“And the one before that was Ryan. You smiled through the whole dinner while he checked his phone under the table. You didn’t even eat half your pasta. And he didn’t notice.”

He paused, watching your face. “I notice. I pay attention. I remember what color your dress was that night. Navy, with the little buttons down the front. You looked so beautiful.”

A pulse pounded in your ears. You didn’t remember telling him about those dates. You hadn’t told anyone, including your mother. You'd been too busy.

“You shouldn’t know that,” you whispered.

“I know everything I need to,” he said simply. “I’m not like them. And I’m going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

“And if I say no?” you asked. You had to try, right?

His voice was calm and even. “Then your father’s going to lose everything.”

Tears stung the backs of your eyes. Your gaze shifted to your front door. Could you make it around him? Or to your kitchen, where your phone was. Could you reach it?

"Don't try it." Bucky's steady voice brought your attention back to him. "I used to chase people across the world. I was good at it. No one ever escaped me."

Your heart sank at the truth in those words. You knew he was right. If you ran, he'd catch you, and he'd ruin your father anyway. 

You backed up, until your back hit the wall. Bucky moved closer now, but he didn't touch you.

You were fighting back tears. You couldn't pull the trigger on your father. He'd been so lost after he'd given up his seat in Congress, and you and your mother had been at a loss to help him because you didn't know the story behind it. Bucky's story filled in the gaps. The only think you knew was that your father wouldn't have given up his seat for an idle threat. 

What could you do? Allow this man to destroy your father politically and personally? 

You could give him what he wanted. It wouldn't be the first time you'd had a one-night stand with someone you barely knew. While he terrified you on a couple of levels, Bucky was insanely gorgeous. 

He's also insanely strong. If this goes in a bad direction, you can't get away from him. You can't fight him off.

You dropped your gaze, nodded your acquiescence. 

His cold metal fingers tipped your chin up, making you meet his gaze. "What was that?"

"Yes," you whispered. "But how... how do I know you won't just take what you want and ruin him anyway?"

He brushed his full lips over your forehead so carefully. "You're my girl now." Leaning down, his lips brushed over yours, just a whisper of a kiss. The light scratch from his beard left your skin tingling. "I won't do anything to hurt you or your parents as long as you're mine."

Was he playing with you? Swallowing hard, you nodded to accept that answer, even though doubt gnawed at your gut.

Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. Your hands automatically rose to his chest, your palms meeting firm muscle there. Lowering his head, his mouth claimed yours in a kiss that was so careful, soft. Despite the situation, you shivered in his hold in the quiet of your living room.

"See?" Bucky whispered against your lips. "Isn't that nice?"

Okay, you were doing this to save your father. You weren't going to make him feel good about it. So you didn't react. His chuckle was a deep sound that you felt under your palms. Moving faster than you could think, he dropped a broad shoulder, his right shoulder, and tossed you over it like you weighed nothing at all. Your apartment went by in a blur as he marched straight for your bedroom. You didn't want to know how he knew the layout of your apartment. You just wanted to get through this night.

You didn't expect the careful way he lowered you onto your own bed. The tiny lamp on your bedside table didn't offer more than a dim light, but it was enough to illuminate Bucky. It reflected in the deep pools of his eyes, just enough for you to see the hunger there. He focused on you like an apex predator. All you could do was watch as he shed the heavy leather jacket he wore, draping it over the end of your bed. The light reflected over the elegance of his black metal arm. You'd never gotten a look at it before, noticing the elegant gold accents from fingers to shoulder. 

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to you, he smiled. "You want a closer look?"

Bucky caught you staring. You closed your eyes. "No, I just want to get this over with," you said, thinking it sounded less pathetic in your head.

His flesh hand smoothed over your face. "Look at me," he whispered.

It was a small, stupid rebellion, but fuck it. You weren't going to make this easy for him.

"Look at me." The tone in his voice had your eyes wide open. Bucky's heated gaze made you catch your breath. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

With swift moves, he grabbed the hem of your hoodie and whisked it off you. Your arms immediately crossed over your chest, trying to protect yourself from his hungry gaze. It didn't deter him long. He simply grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed on either side of your head, his gaze roaming over your face and breasts at his leisure. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispered with sincerity. 

When he stole a kiss from your lips this time, he wasn't as gentle. His kiss had an edge of greed to it. When he deepened the kiss, his tongue slid against yours for a deeper taste. You felt his low moan all through your body. You sucked in air when he broke the kiss just long enough to pull the skin-tight black T-shirt he wore off, dazzling you with a surreal display of muscles and scars. Your hands were freed, and despite yourself, one hand rose to trace the seam of his metal arm and the small amount of scar tissue that surrounded it. 

While you were distracted with that, his lips sought out your neck, chaining heated kisses over the tender flesh there. You fully intended to be quiet and passive. Why should you give him any reactions when you didn't want to agree to this? But damn, he made it so hard. His lips danced over your skin, making your shiver. The softness of his beard lightly scraped over your skin, making you more sensitive to his touch. 

"You like this?" Bucky asked softly, lowering himself onto his elbows above you. "Am I treating you right, doll?"

He was so close now, intimate. It was easy for him to recapture your hands, lacing his fingers with yours now. He continued his campaign down your neck, teasing your skin with soft nips, slow caresses of his tongue. His weight dropped onto your lower body. Bucky was heavy, and he started grinding the heated bulge at the front of his jeans into you, letting you feel his need for you. 

Your body was responding despite itself. You gasped when his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, and his moan around it had the peak tightening for him. You almost couldn't take the way he gazed up at you through lashes a man shouldn't have. The desire in that determined gaze had your lower body clenching in need, had you twisting restlessly beneath him, your hands struggling in his grip. His hands held yours tighter as his tongue lashed your nipple in slow, sensual swipes. No, Bucky wasn't in any hurry at all, not taking you fast and rough. He was taking his time, exploring you. When his mouth moved to your other breast, he continued that sweet torment, making you fight to stay still, struggle to keep quiet. 

You were commando under your leggings, and you were horrified to realize that you were rubbing your thighs together, seeking friction as he sensually took you apart. It wasn't that you'd had a lot of sex in your life, or even that many partners. You really hadn't. But it wasn't until then, when you found yourself trapped under two hundred pounds of muscular supersoldier, that you realized you'd never experienced the raw need he was drowning you in before. Your back arched up, begging for more attention from his mouth. Your thighs were clenching, your pussy was weeping. If his cock was as magnificent as the rest of him, you weren't sure you'd survive it. 

And you'd never admit it, but you wanted to try.

He moved back up, kissing you breathless while he held you still beneath him. He pressed one of his thighs between yours, and a moan escaped your lips as he did. The man's thighs were magnificent, and you'd thought about riding them before. Honestly you'd imagined that scenario many nights when your mind wandered to places it shouldn't have. Shamelessly, your thighs clamped around his, and you were grinding against him, needing the friction, the relief from his assault on your senses. 

"That's it." You felt his smile against your skin in the hollow below your ear. "That feel better?"

More kisses until you felt dizzy, until you didn't care that you were trying to rub yourself against his thigh in real need. 

"When's the last time someone made you come?" Bucky's breath was warm in your ear. "When's the last time you didn't have to finish by yourself?"

His words pulled you out of the sensual lull. What did he mean, when was the last time you'd come? Finish by yourself? How did he know that?

"You couldn't have enjoyed Ryan very much," he said, layering kisses across your skin. His flesh hand released yours, moving carefully down your body. "He had no fucking clue about foreplay. Did you even have time to get wet for him?"

When his fingers slid into your leggings, you jerked in his hold. Your thighs were already parted around his, so it was nothing for him to slide his fingers into your wet folds. And yeah, you were soaked. It was all you could do to suppress the needy moans his touch was pulling from you. 

Bucky hummed as he traced a finger around your clit, sliding easily on all the wetness he found there. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "You haven't had anyone take care of you, have you? Your pussy's crying for me."

You just stared as he pulled his hand out of your leggings, bringing his fingers up to suck them into his mouth. "You taste like heaven. Want to try?"

For a moment, you thought he'd put his fingers in your mouth, but he kissed you instead, feeding you a taste of yourself on his tongue. His hand dove back into your leggings, his finger delicately stroking your clit as he kissed you long and deep. You writhed beneath him, unable to get away from his relentless touch and struggling as you felt crazy pulses of lust racing through your veins. Bucky didn't let you move much, trapped under his weight as he took you apart with his fingers. 

"You like that?" he asked, dropping kisses over your face, your breasts. 

When his mouth captured your nipple and he started rubbing your clit faster, and release ran you over. You cried out, struggling in his grip. You were pushing your pussy into his hand, wanting more, panting for him. 

Above you, Bucky just watched you lost to pleasure, looking like a man dying of thirst in the desert who'd just found an oasis. His touch gentled, and he eased you down. Again, he brought his fingers up to his lips, sucking your essence off them, looking delighted. 

He moved carefully then, lifting from you to grab your leggings. Carefully, he peeled them down your legs, pulled them carefully from your ankles. When you saw the obvious wet spot at the crotch, you felt the heat of shame rush through you. When he pressed them into his face, breathing you in, you wanted the bed to open up and suck you in, Nightmare on Elm Street style.

When Bucky opened his eyes, his gaze was riveted to you. As he set your leggings aside, one of his hands moved over the bulge at the front of his jeans. You twisted your hips under him, presenting him with your hip. Your movement caught his eye, and his hands gripped your hips, the cold of the metal one making you shiver. He pulled you flat beneath him. His flesh hand smoothed down your hip, petting your pussy. You could see the slick of your excitement dotting the strands of your landing strip. With his thumb, he stroked you there slowly, savoring how you felt. 

"Ever had a man make you come using his fingers before, babydoll? Or was that a first?" He watched your face closely, trying to read you. Either he was good at reading expressions, or it was a lucky guess. "No?" He shook his head, scrubbing one hand through the rich, dark locks of his hair. "I know none of them made you come high diving." His fingers continued to stroke you, carefully.

"Going down on a woman is a lost art." Bucky carefully moved down your body, hands hot and cold pressing your thighs open as he did.

Now, you were trying to sit up, trying to pull away from his grip. "Please, don't," you begged. "Not... that."

Blowing out an exhale, his gaze was back on your face. "Why?"

You sensed he was genuinely curious. You just didn't know how to respond to that. You weren't sure if it was because the few times a guy had tried to do that for you they didn't know what they were doing? Or maybe it just wasn't your thing. Either way, it made you uncomfortable, and you typically had no trouble getting the guy you were with to skip over that part of foreplay.

That wasn't going to be the case here. Grabbing your leggings, Bucky crawled back over your body, forcing you on your back as he hovered over you. With the efficiency of a SWAT team, he grabbed your wrists, tying them to the brass bars of your headboard using your leggings. The makeshift restraint was tight with just a shade of pain, and no give. 

With your hands out of play, your anxiety rose. You were trembling, now powerless against him. Not that you stood a chance to begin with. 

"Shhh," he soothed, getting on eye level with you. "I'm not going to hurt you, remember? You're my girl. I'd never hurt you."

His blue-eyed gaze was smoldering as he dropped a warm kiss on your breast, your ribs, moving down your body. He dropped another on your tummy as his hands pressed your thighs apart. Your thighs quivered in his hold as he spread them wide, making room for his upper body between them. 

"Just relax," he whispered. "I'm good at this. I promise."

You couldn't look. Your eyes squeezed shut, hoping he'd do what he was going to do fast. You were shaking, trying to pull your wrists off the bars, but to no avail. You almost jumped on the bed when you felt his lips press a kiss high on your inner thigh.

"Shhh," he soothed.

More kisses, light and warm, over the tender flesh of your inner thighs. He moved slowly, closing in on the center of you each time. You tried in vain to pull your thighs together, but that was no use. When you felt his hot breath pelting over your private flesh, you sucked in a breath, trying to brace yourself for the shame and humiliation.

His mouth closed over you then, an open-mouth kiss over the top of your mound. He lingered there for a minute, hoping it would ease your anxiety. But slowly, you felt the slide of his tongue in between your lower lips. Gentle movements, that ended each time with his tongue teasing your clit. When he moaned into the core of you, you shivered. When the tip of his tongue focused on your clit, teasing it with delicate pressure and fluttering movements, you started struggling again.

But now, it was because the sensations were too much. Bucky kept teasing you with light, obscene motions of his tongue until you wanted to crawl out of your skin. Now a chorus of sounds were pulled from you as his mouth began to explore you fully. His tongue traced your opening before moving back up to tease your clit. You were writhing, circling your pussy against his face to get more.

You needed more. 

When he slid a rough finger into you, you opened your eyes, needing to see this. And the sight almost made you come right there. You'd never get the image of Bucky's face buried between your thighs out of your head. The way his dark gaze took in your reactions, the way the dark locks of his hair brushed your thighs as he loved you with his mouth. His finger teased you, sliding in and out, as his tongue stroked your clit. He didn't give you enough pressure to bring you off, just enough to keep you dancing on his tongue. The second finger slid into you, and when he started curling them against your front wall, you were a desperate thing struggling in your bonds, in his grip. He brushed something inside you that made you tremble. When he did it again, with his tongue working your bundle of nerves, you screamed as the orgasm shook you like a rag doll. You cried out, begged him, though you weren't sure what you were even begging for. 

You ended up panting under him like you'd run a mile, currents of pleasure running through your body like you'd been struck by lightning. He looked proud, reaching up to free your hands from your leggings, taking your wrists in his flesh hand, he rubbed them carefully as bloodflow returned to them. As you watched, unable to move, he brought your inner wrists up to his lips, pressing a kiss to each one. 

"How are you feeling?" He leaned in to whisper against your lips. "Did I make you feel good?"

You couldn't talk to answer that question, struggling to get your breath back.

Since he still held one of your hands, he moved it down and pressed your palm to his cock with only his jeans as a barrier between them. You sucked in a breath at the size of him, how hard he was. The feel of him in your hand had the coil deep within you tightening again in interest. Your gaze moved over him. Physically he was beautiful, powerful. How would he feel inside you? Could he bring you off again? And if he did, would you remain conscious?

As you watched, he opened his jeans and stepped off the side of the bed to push them down his slim hips, over those thick thighs. Within seconds, he climbed back on the bed, slotting himself between your thighs as you lay there taking him in. His cock was gorgeous and thick. Taking himself in hand, angry red and ready, his gaze roamed over you. 

"Can I have you, babydoll?" His voice was so gentle. 

If you had the strength, you'd ask why he needed your permission now when he was blackmailing you, using your father as leverage just to have you tonight. Still, somehow, you sensed the answer to that question was important to him.

You nodded, blowing out an exhale. As much as you'd wanted to resist him, you honestly didn't think you could take it if he didn't finish you now. It was surrender in its purest form, and his gorgeous smile was pure triumph. 

When he lined himself up with your opening, you held still, just breathing. When he began pushing into you, your breath caught. Your slick walls strained to stretch around him as he filled you, moving in slow strokes and pushing in just a little further each time. Your knees rose to hover around his hips as he sank into you. Your hands clutched in your bedding, your breath sped up. It seemed to take forever, but he finally bottomed out inside you. Your walls quivered around him, and he held still for you, letting you adjust. 

Planting his elbows on either side your head, Bucky surrounded you. His hands smoothing over your face and hair as he enticed you with soft kisses. When he started moving in you, you wrapped yourself around him. Your heels dug into his lower back, hooked around his thighs. Your hands slid over his muscular back, his skin damp with sweat. He'd stuffed you full, to the point that your entire world narrowed down to his cock buried inside you, and all the dark pleasures he was unleashing on you. His muscles flexed under your hands as he loved you, his thrusts grew in speed and strength until you were fighting to breathe, moaning as he dropped some of his weight on you.

You would be ashamed later, but you wanted all of it. His heavy cock thrusting deep inside you while your pussy clenched around him in need so raw it hurt. Him pinning you between his body and the mattress, making you feel everything. The way he held your head in his hands, kissing you, stealing your breath.

"You feel so fucking good," he muttered against your jaw. "I knew you would... My perfect fucking... doll."

Orgasm was coming up on you fast, and your nails dug into his back, your thighs clamped around his hips as his thrusts came harder, faster. His flesh hand slid between your bodies, and you braced yourself, expecting him to go straight for your clit and finish you off. You didn't know how much longer you were going to hold out anyway with the edges of your vision starting to fade to black. But he flattened his hand over your tummy, his low moan a rumble you felt everywhere.

He was panting like you were, but he smiled as he kept his hand there. "I can feel me in there," he whispered, pushing as deep into you as he could go. "My cock filling you up... you being such a good girl for me."

You came, creaming all over his cock before his fingers could wander to your clit. Your cries were the high-notes in the chorus of rushing breath and pleasured sounds. When his fingers reached your clit, you were spent. Orgasm after orgasm had ripped you apart, left you boneless beneath him as he kept fucking you. 

The way his body tightened, the way his thrusts were punching the air from your lungs, you knew he was close. But he didn't relent. His finger kept teasing your clit, and fuck, the man knew what he was doing, until your body impossibly stirred again. Tears were sliding from the corners of your eyes now, weakly you were shaking your head.

"Please, just... come," you begged him. "I can't... Too much..."

"You can," he whispered, smoothing his hands over your face. "I know you can... You're my good girl... I know you don't want to disappoint me..."

His movements in you were just shy of painful now, his hands scrambling to grab your wrists, force them back down on the bed. For a few seconds, he was unhinged, fucking you hard, with abandon, until impossibly, you came again, and he followed you down. Bucky growled above you, pumping himself into you with his eyes closed, his lips parted. 

Once he was finished, he stayed on top of you, cradling you, the cadence of his breath matching yours. You were wrecked, lifeless. You didn't think you could have moved if the building was on fire. 

After a couple of minutes, he lifted from you, staring down at you like you were the most precious thing in his world. All you could think was, good. You made him happy. You'd survived it. Now that he got what he wanted, he'd disappear back into the shadows, and the random heroic deed reports on the news. You could get back to your father's campaign, and you were determined to help him get that seat back now.

​Still, two thoughts still lingered. Had your father really done those things Bucky accused him of? You didn't like it, but you'd go looking for that paper trail. You had to know. 

The other thought that unsettled you was the fact that Bucky could, at any time, demand things to keep him from spilling those secrets. Demand access to you.

And you were ashamed to be thinking it wasn't so bad, right? You'd never come with another person until tonight. Not once. Plus, the way he manhandled you, tied you up, held you down... You found some kinks tonight you weren't aware you had. 

Instead of stretching out next to you, Bucky sat at your feet, grabbing your thighs and pushing them towards your chest, opening them wide. His greedy gaze was on your swollen, abused pussy, and your shaking hands lifted to cover your face. You felt his come sliding from you, knew that's what he wanted to watch. 

When he carefully pulled your hands away from your face, he smiled at you. "Are you okay?" he asked, and he meant it.

You nodded, not sure you could talk, but you needed to. "So we have a... deal? You got what you wanted... My father can continue running in the... special election."

"Wanted?" Bucky smiled. "This isn't a one and done, sweetheart. You're my girl now. Do you get that?"

"What?" You might have sounded more forceful if he hadn't just fucked you six ways to Sunday. 

"As long as you're mine, and you keep me happy," he whispered. "Your father is safe from me."

Dipping his head, he kissed you softly. "He's not going to like it," he continued. "But he'll come around once he sees how good I'm treating you. How I make you happy."

Anger and fear at his words battled within you. The problem was you didn't have enough energy left to give either of them any power. You were barely pushing thoughts through the lust-filled haze he left you.

When he stretched out next to you, careful to put you on his right side, he pulled you against him until your head rested on his chest. "I was talking with a friend earlier tonight," he said, "about life being short and not waiting until it's too late to reach for the things we want. I ended up telling him about you." He chuckled. "He told me I should just go for it, and make it happen."

You were dozing, exhausted but safely tucked against him. You were aware he was talking, but you weren't taking in everything he was saying.

"Bob's a good guy" was the last thing you remembered him saying.

@iheartsebstan

[awesomerextyphoon]

I could see Bob saying that to Bucky. The smut was sooooo good! I loved the way he asked her before going in was kinda hot! Thanks for sharing!

[xiexielians]

We were probably in a "you're mine" sorta dynamic?

[love-marimo]

this got pushed back on the reblog but here it is again! some hq screencaps of valko that i found on rednote ♡

i really love how they rendered him sm 🥹🫶🏻

[requiem01r]

[bingowithleon]

sluttiest thing a man can do

[mrskennedih]

I JUST WANT A TASTE

[entreri]

Leon Kennedy - Resident Evil Requiem

[godsfaith]

your in the bleachers, im in my room ᯓ‎𝄞 ˎˊ˗

fratboy! leon who you see running pitch everday from the bleachers, toned chest and tanned skin glistening against the sun with tousled bleach blonde hair, who smirks at you like he knows you- even though you’ve never met and distracting you from your studies.

fratboy! leon who you meet one day at a party, some girl clinging around his arm but he still offers to pour you a drink muttering “dont get too drunk, im not taking you home.” he also keeps your drink safe while you’re in the bathroom, not letting anyone tamper with it.

fratboy leon! who’s spin the bottle lands on you. he grabs your hand pulling you into the closet, music muffled as his front presses up against you, breathes mingling. the mix of cologne and alcohol suffocating your senses.

fratboy! leon who begs to eat your pussy while he fingers you! against the cramped walls. mumbling “please.. cmon baby let me taste it.” until you finally agree. pulling your panties down and skirt tucked up, his lips wrapping around you clit as he licks the slick dripping from your hole until your a moaning mess.

fratboy! leon who mumbles “cum on my tongue.” while your hands shove his face deeper in your cunt, nose swiping your clit with his hands on your ass pulling you closer. When your orgasm finally comes over he’s palming himself through his jeans, groaning into your skin.

fratboy! leon! whos hazing the next day is washing your car shirtless!! his hair dampened with water and chest dripping with slick, you watching as his muscles flex through the window. sharp V line abs and smooth skin. who doesn’t let you drive off until you roll down the window, looking at you with a smirk before leaning in to kiss you, wet hands dampening your cheeks.

fratboy! leon twitter visual p link!

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i luv him i need him

[leonsfawn777-deactivated2026050]

OHHH???

[tinypwetty]

“home”

༘♡ ·˚↳ warnings and summary: fluff, spooning, cuddle, cockwarming. your husband came back home seeking comfort.

༘♡ ·˚↳ w/c: 1157.

The city was quiet. The lights in your room were off, as were those in your house. Everything was plunged into darkness and silence. Too quiet. Although you were getting more and more used to it —or at least that’s what you thought— you still noticed his absence.

For many people, Leon S. Kennedy was the best agent in the whole Division of Security Operations. For your eyes he was simply Leon, the man you loved most in the world. And for the law... Well, for the law he was your husband. For a couple of years now. But since his job wasn’t conventionally “normal” no one knew it. In fact, most people didn’t even suspect it: maybe that’s why they kept sending him to those dangerous missions. And now he wasn’t home because he was risking his life, probably. You didn’t knew when your beloved husband would return. He hasn't replied to your messages in the whole day and you were scared.

You sighed before lying down on your side of the bed, looking nostalgically at the side where your husband traditionally sleeps. You even traced circles on it, imagining that it was him and not just a boring sheet. You settled on your side and closed your eyes, falling asleep in minutes. Of course, dreaming of sleeping in those arms that had held you protectively more times than you could count.

The nights without Leon were a nightmare. You were susceptible to every little move or sound, making impossible to get eight consecutive hours of sleep.

You woke up a few hours later, when a torrential rain began to fall. You grabbed your phone. You noticed two things. First —and most important—: no new messages from your husband. Two: it was two a.m. You needed to sleep, but you were nervous, even though the reason remained unknown. As a reflex of your nerves, you touched your hair. You settled in to go back to sleep but you heard a thunder. Your body reacted in surprise by the sudden sounds. And you heard the same noise again. And again. And again. Soon you realized it wasn’t thunders, it was the sound of the doorknob turning. Was someone breaking into your house to rob you? Your heart was pounding but you didn’t move. You heard the main door open, and instantly you recognized those footsteps. Your heart was still beating fast, for a different reason now.

You stayed lying down. He opened the bedroom door. “Hello gorgeous… oh, you’re sleeping…” you heard him almost whisper, with that tone that melted you. He took off his shirt and pants, lying down beside you. You turned around to surprise him with the fact that you weren’t asleep, though he probably knew it. “Leon, you’re early…” you murmured looking into his eyes. He nodded slightly, his eyes neutral for the moment, his lips straight. Hiding emotions. “A lot of things happened… but I don’t want to talk about it now.” And his eyes showed you a glimpse of sadness and worry. You gave him a look full of love and warmth, and he hugged you from behind instantly. His big arms wrapped around your waist, his face pressed against your shoulder. “I missed you so much, sweetheart” he whispered close to your ear. In a matter of seconds he was spooning you, pulling your flush against him, legs tangled.

You knew him too well: when he was like this, it was because he went through a bad time on his missions and something very serious happened. It was his way of punishing himself: Leon blamed himself for everything and he searched comfort in your arms.

The rain kept falling but the only thing you could hear was his breath hitting the back of your neck as his chest did a slight pressure against your spine. He remained silent for a few minutes enjoying the closeness, calming himself down. Suddenly, he began to spread kisses over your shoulders and neck. They weren’t rushed or heated, but he couldn’t deny it: he needed you closer and closer. “Love of my life” oh, that tone. That dangerous tone. He always used it when he needed something, and he knew you couldn’t say no. Never to him. He was your weakness, after all. “I missed you, I miss you so much…” His hands went to your hips, pressing you against him more and more, playing with the waistband of your pants. “God- love, please. I missed you so- I need… fuck, can it put it inside? I won’t move- I promise. Please, I’m begging. I miss you so…” he purred in your ear. “Wanna sleep like that?” you asked with a sleepy voice, touching his fingers on your hips. “Yes, please. Won’t move- I promise gorgeous, please.”

You took his hands, helping them to pull your pants down slightly until it reached your thighs. His hands left his body just to set himself free, guiding it against your entrance, teasing it with the tip of his cock. When you were wet enough —so it wouldn’t hurt either of you—, he slowly pushed inside. “Hah…” he exhaled, his face hiding in your shoulder. “It’s all inside, love” he told you in a very low, you didn’t need a caution: you could already feel it filling you. “You’re so warm” he spoke again, this time, his lips pressed to your ear. He kept his promise: No thrusting. No movement beyond the tiny, involuntary twitch of settling deeper, stretching you. You moved your hips just to find comfort, adjusting a little.

“You’re so beautiful” Leon groaned quietly, burying his face in her hair, inhaling your scent. “So mine” his arm tightened around your waist, stubborn with the idea of being impossibly closer to you. The way he was mumbling and worshiping you with words… You could tell he was already pussydrunk. “You feel like home. Just for me. It wasn’t a good day but… f-fuck… I’m a lucky bastard…”

You closed your eyes enjoying the intimacy, feeling every inch of him. Leon’s hands traced small patterns on your waist, hip and stomach. Every so often he pressed a kiss in your neck, shoulder, in that spot behind your ear as he whispered sweet nothings again and again.

“I love you” he said, voice husky. “More than anything, you’re the love of my life, my home.” With a small smile you replied “I love you more. You know you can always find a safe place on me, Leon. You’re everything I want and I want everything with you.”

Outside your little loving bubble the rain kept falling, but that didn’t matter. Leon and you were at peace, your breaths synchronized in a perfect, warm and comfortable intimacy. In a matter of minutes, Leon’s breathing grew deeper, more relaxed, even if he stayed hard inside you. You drifted off with a little smile, feeling eternally in love with him.

[batsuhime]

bro i just NEED TO BE HIS CONTROVERSIALLY YOUNG GIRLFRIEND LIKE OMFG LOOK AT HIM.

HES SO

SO

so daddy i wanna kiss him so so bad

[frazzled-soul]

He looks like he’s one inconvenience away from snapping.

cr: @flayed_mojo

[witchsamlizzie]

There's no way I can get him out of my bed.

[finding-galaxys]

Imagine: What happens when Na'vi! Caleb tries to protect a human? ~ Read pt1 here to find out how you met him ~ Content warning: blood, size difference, obsessive!Caleb, possessive!Caleb, feral behavior, pathetic and yearner Caleb (no surpirse lol), use of she/her pronouns. Authors note: Translations from Na'vi to English are ordered according as sentences appear. You can find the translations at the bottom of the post. The translations I did may not be at all correct because I translated word by word trying to make each sentence coherent by using the dictionaries and translators of Na’vi language. Sorry for the incorrect grammatical pronunciations. Also sorry for grammatical errors, english it's not my first language. This turned out to be longer than the first part jeje.

Credits to divider: @cafekitsune

It was starting to get dark.

The bioluminescent flora began to rise, nocturnal creatures began to crawl out from their dens and the sounds became more prominent and feral around you. 

A shiver ran down your spine; you were definitely stupid to think you could make it to a safer place at night. What were you thinking!? God damnit, this is a forest where wild creatures lure around, and you were going to be their next meal.

You kept moving, running, making sure to avoid at all cost the plants that throbbed like a heart beat, waiting to spray their venom as a defense mechanism if you dared to pass near them.

Your bare feet began to hurt, your breathing became heavier at each step, you were starting to get tired, but searching for a place to sleep scared you at the mere idea of staying in an unsafe spot; every part of Pandora looked like it wanted to devour you.

For a second, you thought it was better to have stayed at Caleb's small hometree. “No!" You yelled at yourself focusing on reality again. 

Caleb hadn’t listened to you, even if you lamely tried communicating with him by signs or with just some words you managed to learn those few days with him, it didn't seem like he wanted to let go of you. 

Did he consider you as a pet? 

That's why he was always looking at every move of yours?

Then what did all those gifts meant?

He always came back after long hours with small injuries in his body, but with that big dumb puppy smile on his face and something for you.

It seemed more like he was taking care of you as he was always making sure you would eat the food he had hunted. But why?

A sudden roar from an enormous creature made you almost lose all color from your skin, the sound was approaching fast in your direction. You quickly managed to hide under big roots from a tree, hoping that the creature wouldn't find you as it kept growling in a deep pitch tone. You saw as that gigantic beast passed dashing where you were seconds ago, running from something, but that didn't mortify you more when you saw a group of Na'vi riding six legged beasts as they went at the gigantic one. 

The Na’vi were shouting between them, holding their bows with precise technique and shooting at the Sturmbeest.

You were in their hunting zone.  You were definitely dead.

One Na’vi shot his last arrow at the Sturmbeest who fell to the ground lifeless with a loud thud. Another Na’vi with ash blonde hair climbed down from his Direhorse, accommodating the bow on his torso and kneeling in front of their hunt, his words inaudible to you. The last Na’vi followed him, kneeling by his side. 

You looked at them, amazed by their hunting skills. So this is how Caleb hunted too, you thought. 

In the RDA they didn't show you this part of the Na'vi culture, explaining that they were just big blue monkeys with primitive brains; even though you only had interacted with one Na'vi these days, Caleb didn't act like humans described. He was civilized, yes he had his own traditions, but he was no brute or primitive creature with no brain. They had a soul, a heart, a mind of their own to have this strong bond with their planet. Humans told you they were deeply connected with something called Eywa thanks to the neural queue.

The Na’vi who had shot his arrow at the Sturmbeest was still mounting his Direhorse as he was attentive to his surroundings; that's when he smelled you, a strange aroma, something new, not from Pandora. 

His big yellow eyes glowed with intensity, searching, it was a small movement but noticeable for a skilled hunter.  He saw you under those roots, immediately getting down from the Direhorse and shouting “Vrrtep!", he aimed his arrow at you but failed the shot incrusting on the dry root near your head.

You dropped to the ground trying to dig yourself under the tree, deeper, but it was useless, the soil digging under your nails and combining with your blood. The Na’vi went for you, crawling under the roots and yanking the shawl that Caleb had made you, making you hit your head with the same stiff root when another sudden force made you stumble in his grasp as the Na’vi let go of you falling to the ground. There was a beeping sound in your head as you tried focusing on your surroundings.

Na'vi! Caleb, who followed your trace with ease, your scent wasn't that far enough now, he ran in the opposite direction from the river, trails he already knew to will. “She is gonna get herself killed" said Caleb, frustrated as he recognized where he was. His territory, just a few kilometers from his hunting zone. Hometree.

He began to run, his heartbeat became quicker, his mind wandering to possible fatal scenarios when he smelled the blood combined with the reek of your fear in the ambience. Oh he was going to kill whoever dared to lay a hand on you.

He stopped abruptly when his eyes landed on your terrified form under the tree roots as one of his clan members was trying to reach at you. Caleb didn't think twice, he lunged at the Na’vi, holding him by the neck with his bicep and hand, forcing him to the ground with a clean flip. The other Na’vi immediately got up hissing at Caleb, fangs at full display as they growled at each other with their hunting daggers in hand. 

The Na’vi didn't understand Caleb's actions at first as his eyes lingered at the way he held the human to his chest with protection. “What is this, Caleb!?" The Na’vi dropped his hunting dagger as he stood straight again. "That is a demon! A skypeople!”

Na’vi! Caleb, who showed no fear in his face, still crouched in the ground as his tail swished with anger, looking at the other Na’vi eyes with challenge. “It is Eywa’s gift. A mate. My mate." Caleb didn't break pose, still defensive, if he needed to kill he would kill, at that moment he didn’t care he was dealing with a member of his clan. No Na’vi in their right mind would dare to touch another's mate, they considered a sacred will of Eywa.

"Those creatures are killing our home! Skypeople shouldn't be forgiven” the Na’vi frowned at Caleb's words.

"She isn't like those skypeople!” Caleb straightened up, he was careful to hold you in a better position in his arms, being alert to his surroundings. “She breathes our air, she has a growing kuru. It is more than enough proof to understand she has parts of us in her blood".

“She is like those four fingered walking demons, made in their laboratories!".

“Our Olo’eyktan won't accept her, Caleb" said the ash blonde Na’vi. He cleaned his hunting dagger, putting it inside the ornament crossing his chest. He walked to be in front of Caleb, looking at the human in his arms. " Where did you find her?”.

"Near the frontiers of the human base. You know they began expanding to my hunting zone, Xavier." Caleb took a step back.

Xavier observed with curiosity at the growing kuru from your nape, he barely lifted his hand to trace the end of your braid when Caleb was already hissing, showing his fangs as a slight warning. Xavier lowered his hand again, looking at Caleb with seriousness. “You know it’s a risk to us if skypeople get near our territory.”

"Neither is a risk I will take so our Olo’eyktan will kill her, she has been safer with me, far from our clan.”

"You will never be welcomed in our Hometree if you dare to protect a skypeople” said the Na'vi who had fought with Caleb. "This is the Olo’eyktan choice, you’ll just bring disgrace to us” his expression only showed pure disgust at you. “That thing has corrupted your mind”.

"Who are we to decide?” Xavier held a hand out to the other Na'vi to make him calm down. “The stories are true that Eywa chose Toruk Makto to fight for us, he is known for being a walking demon, descendant of these skypeople, but respected by all clans”. The other Na’vi only scoffed. Every Na’vi knew the song. “If it was Eywa's will to have given her to Caleb as a mate, then let her prove if she can be part of us Na’vi. Don't judge without understanding first what Eywa has introduced us today"

~°~°~°~°~

Na’vi! Caleb, who was not pleased that Xavier somehow convinced Zayne to go with him to his small home in his hunting zone. He used to fight with him when they were children, arguing over everything, even now as grown adults they didn't tolerate each other.

It was known in their clan that Zayne was an exceptional medic; no Na’vi in their sane mind would refuse his medical attention. Caleb didn’t deny it, but the mere thought by Xavier’s suggestion to let Zayne help you didn’t make him that happy.

“Don’t get too comfortable. Consider this just a favor to Xavier. I could've handled this myself”. Caleb entered first, moving aside with his stiff shoulder the curtains made with beads.

Zayne ignored him by following with calm steps, carrying some of his medical instruments and herbs in one arm; he almost snarled a curse when Caleb had intentionally let the curtain smack on his face. "Then I suppose you can handle the death of your supposed mate with no mortification. Don't know why I bother”, he murmured to himself that last sentence as he was willing to go back to Hometree.

Caleb grabbed his arm with force glaring at him, anxious. "Just do what you have to do and leave”.

Na’vi! Caleb, who is looking at each of Zayne's actions. Watching meticulously as Zayne’s hands touch near your nape, massaging and searching for any deep injury. He applies the ointment on some small scratches on your head from the hit and other parts of your body. “She has no commotion, just let her rest. Make sure she drinks this when she wakes up" he handles him the liquid medicine.

Caleb took it as he inspected it with his fingers. "If you dare to kill her with this…"

“If I wanted to kill her, I would have done it even before Xavier explained your situation to me. Not all of us think that most skypeople are bad.” He looked at your kuru, but took his gaze away immediately if he wanted to prevent a pointless fight. He knew how violent sometimes Caleb could be. "I can sense it in her”.

Caleb looked at him with slight surprise, strange coming from Zayne as it was known of him to spend his life confined in Hometree, never daring to explore beyond their territory. Zayne was no skilled hunter who flew with an Ikran, he preferred sedentarism than exploring. So why did he also believe that some skypeople weren't soulless creatures? Did he already meet one?

Na'vi! Caleb, who kept watch all night, his mind was on full alert as his eyes begged to close for a bit, but he sacrificed it for your well being; he always would. After Zayne left past midnight, he made sure you were still breathing, letting your body process the medicine, analyzing each of your reactions as you adapted.

He observed your face, his hand cupping your head completely, caressing with his thumb your eyes, your nose, your lips, everything of you enamored him more and more. Just imagining losing you again made his heart thump quickly, he was scared at the thought of finding your lifeless body in the forest. His tail swished anxiously erasing those ideas, you were here now, safe and sound, that's all it mattered. 

He just needed you to understand, he had all the time in the world to show you he was a perfect mate, a devoted partner for life and after this one, you wouldn't need anybody else, never; he was more than capable to protect you, be a strong warrior and husband who would take good care of his future family.

It was dawn already, and the heavy rain was going on for hours. 

You began to stir from your sleep, opening your eyes as you saw the curtain of beads moving slightly due from the cold breeze. Where were you? The last thing you remembered was that Na'vi wanting to kill you. 

Large fingers traced your waist, shivers running down your spine. You flinched looking behind you, scared; there he was, resting behind you as his yellow purplish eyes looked at you. Your mind finally understanding where were you.

“Ma yawne. Oe säfpìl oe han nga" his fingers gently caressed your arm, sliding all the way to your neck, his knuckles brushing your jawline.

“I just wanted to leave this place" you shivered at his touch, some tears accumulating in your eyes. “I don't want to feel like I'm trapped again”. Your hands scrunched on the pelts beneath you, your voice trembling “I appreciate you from saving me, but being locked up here just makes me hate it more. Please.” you whimpered that last word.

Caleb frowned at the tears welling up in your eyes, leaning on his elbow to have a better access at you. Had he hurt you? Did you have a bad dream? He didn't understand the words that came from your mouth but you looked anxious, his gaze searching in yours for a solution. “To tìtseri nga txopu? Oe ke sti, nìyey sngum”.

You tried to remember, tried to search in your memories the few Na'vi words that you used to hear or see in the RDA and the words he spoke. You needed to make him understand somehow.

"Fìtseng (Here)” what did you even mean by that, you thought as you pointed to the floor, you just wanted to make him understand that you didn't want to be captive all your life. “Fìtseng” you said the word again as you shook your head “Fìtseng kehe. I don’t wanna be confined all my life here, no more" 

Caleb understood those two words like a stab on the heart; you didn't want to be here with him, you weren't happy, he was the reason you were crying. What did he do wrong to make you feel like this?

He immediately sat on the hammock, worried. His thumbs cleaned your tears, he hadn’t meant to make you scared of him, he just wanted to make you happy and feel protected. Eywa damn him if he was going too quick, maybe humans didn't show affection like their people did. Why was he selfish thinking you could immediately adapt to his lifestyle? Yes, you had a kuru to bond  with his world, you had part Na'vi and he understood, but maybe you didn't feel the same way as he did. You just needed time, and he would give you all the time in the world, it didn't matter what he had to endure to make you happy.

“Ngaytxoa, oe ngaytxoa” he rested his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes.

You were shocked when he opened them and you also saw tears. Why was he crying? Did you say something wrong in his language?

Your hand traveled to his brown locks, your fingers dipping in the strands, something in you wanting to comfort him, make him understand. You knew there was nowhere to go, back to the RDA meant hell, being alone in Pandora’s forest would get you killed, and Caleb was your only and last choice to survive; maybe you could adapt but you needed to make him understand that you couldn't live like this, not like a prisoner.

Your heart fluttered when both of his big hands cupped your face and part of your neck, his lips kissed so gently your forehead, descending to both of your eyes, the point of your nose; your face felt hot as his lips left another kiss on cheek, near your lips, so near as if wanting to transmit his pain and regret. Caleb backed his face from yours.

Something wasn't right. Something deep in you made you tremble as he backed away, the sensation of his touch on your skin made you crave but it immediately vanished, transforming in anxiety. You turned your back to him, laying down on the hammock again and curling yourself on the pelts. The sensation scared you, but also excited you. 

Caleb didn't touch you again after that, both of you going back to sleep. 

The rain didn’t stop as morning came.

| Translations |

Vrrtep: Demon. Ma yawne. Oe säfpìl oe han: My beloved, I thought I lose you. To tìtseri nga txopu?: Than is apparent you fear? / What he meant: Are you scared? | Oe ke sti, nìyey sngum: I’m not angry, just worried. Fìtseng kehe: Here no. Ngaytxoa, oe ngaytxoa: Sorry, I’m sorry.

Authors note: I really liked how this second part turned out. The third and last part is gonna have the delicious smut I've been craving to write.

Hope y'all liked it~.

© finding-galaxys : Please do not translate, repost or use my work to feed ai.

[missgamerin]