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christinarowie332 · 6 months

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“sit on my fucking face .”

chris sturniolo x reader (smut)

requested !

warnings : language , smut , pov switching .

not proof read

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“yo y/n are u listening right now?”

i’m snapped out of my trance i was in by matt’s voice , i snap my head towards him on the couch we were sat on . realising i have literally just been staring at chris opposite me .

“yeah sorry , just zoned out , carry on” i reply while turning my body towards him , tucking one leg under the other so i’m half cross legged . i glance back at chris , noticing a small smirk he has on his face , his eye brows twitch before he breaks the eye contact and looks at matt . i follow his gaze .

“as i was saying , imma drive nick to the airport to pick up nate , but the house is a mess so you and chris should stay here and clean it up a bit , we will be gone for a while cause of the traffic so you have plenty of time” matt explains to us , moving his gaze from me and chris . everytime he looks at chris , i also look at chris , his nose and lips are kinda red from the cold , god i want my thighs wrapped-

“Y/N!?”

fuck

“yeah sorry matt ,” i turn my head towards him

“what did i just say?” matt asks while slumping into the couch pillows , rolling his eyes .

“clean the house ? picking up nate , me and chris stay . we have a long time” i reply , a blush creeping to my cheeks as i feel my heart race .

matt shakes his head and gets up from the couch , he says something but honestly i was too busy thinking about chris , how his eyes would look from below me , blown out , rolled back in his head , mouth covering my-

“which rooms do u wanna start on”

chris’s voice booms , snapping me away from my thoughts .

“uh . idk …. the kitchen and your room are the only messy ones , so let’s just start with the kitchen i guess” i reply back , trying to shake away the tremble in my voice .

“you okay ?” he says taking a step forward , face painted with concern , tilting it sideways , crossing the room to stand infront of me .

i take a shakey breath in before speaking, my bestfriend inches away from me , being so sweet but all i can think about is suffocating him with my-

“there is is again.”

“what ? there’s what again?” he fully has my attention now , my face being just as confused as him.

he laughs slightly and searches in my eyes , jumping between them rapidly. “you keep just going somewhere else … what are u thinking about?”

oh idk chris , your face pressed against my-

“i’m not thinking of anything chris , i’m perfectly okay !” i reply instead . laughing awkwardly to try and deminish the growing tension.

“sure” he drags out , taking a step back , “i’m gonna pretend i believe you” he continues , shaking his head and turning around to the kitchen , i exhail once he turns , closing my eyes and relaxing my shoulders .

i follow him to the kitchen , bending down to go in the cubbord, grabbing a bin bag and the rest of the cleaning stuff .

chris’s pov:

i turn around from the fridge i was grabbing drinks from , to see y/n slowly crouch down to the bottom cubbord .as she meets the floor , knees tucked into her chest , i see her thighs flatten , getting squashed slightly between her calves at the pressure . god to have those wrapped around my head , they’re so fucking-

“hey chris?” i remove my eyes from her ass and meet her gaze as she turns to look at me .”do you know where matt put the disinfectant, it’s not in here?”

the light from the window is perfectly hitting her face , making her glow , how the fuck does she do that-

“hellooooo ???” i blink a couple times and scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, “disinfectant chris ? where is it?” she continues.

“oh right . um . idk probably in the garage” i shrug my shoulders and look away from her , turning around and staring to shove the rubbish into a bag she threw over to me .

i hear her leave and turn around , leaning against the counter closing my eyes . i quickly get lost in my own thoughts . she’s been looking at me today , i’m not going crazy right ? so if i just ask? no . she’s my bestfriend, i can’t do that . what if she’s been looking at me because she knows i’ve been looking at her , imagining my face inbetween her legs , i bet she sounds so nice when she moans . fuck.

i look down to see my dick , half hard . FUCK .

y/n pov :

as i reach the garage . i stop in my tracks . he was definitely staring my my ass right ? no what if he was just looking at the floor . i can only ask . but what if he freaks out and gets all weird .

fuck it

i make my way to the kitchen , faster then i’ve ever walked , and freezing when i get there . where the fuck is this kid ?

i turn around and see the bag placed on the top of the stairs , look back at the kitchen and it’s clean , so he probably just went to start on his room .

i start walking towards the stairs to his room , slowly creeping down them , reaching his door and knocking .

“yeah come in”

i hear this and immediately walk in . he meets my eyes and gets up from his bed . i slowly walk towards him anxiously, trying to think of a way to bring up the fact i want to literally ride his face . even thinking it sounds insane .

“bro , what is up with you today ?” he asks and my eyes peel away from the floor .

“i wanna ride your face” my eyes immediately widen , hand slapped over my mouth . why the fuck did i just say that . i bet he hates me . oh my god i just fucked up our entire friendship . what the fuck do i say now-

“all you had to do was ask ma” my eyes meet his again watching a smirk crawl onto his face , he snakes a hand to my waist and pulls me into him , smashing our lips together . i put both hands on his chest and walk him back wards to the bed , not once breaking the now heated makeout .

the moment i feel him hault and meet the end of his bed i pull away and push him down . i take off my tank top and throw it to the side , watching him crawl backwards to the top of his bed .

“you have no idea how much i’ve been wanting this” he says as he watches me , leaning back on his elbows , looking at me while i take off my sweatpants , and walk to the side of his bed .

his eyes trail down my body , and i feel a wave of embarrassment hit me , he is still fully clothed , he notices this and tilts his head “do u want me to take this off baby?” his voice croaky and gruff , making my core grow even wetter .

i nod my head before climbing onto the bed , straddling his lap and helping him peel his top over his head . i can feel a hard object pressing against my pussy , looking down at it and meeting his eyes , him also looking down , noticing it the same time as me , “you really did want this huh?” i tease , tilting my head and smirking , matching his energy.

“shut up” he laughs out before grabbing my face and bringing his lips to mine again , i hold his face , elbows supporting me as i deepen the kiss . his hands run down to my ass , down to my thighs , making me arch my back and hum into his mouth.

we stay like this for a while , our kiss growing more aggressive and needy by the second , tongues battling relentlessly , before he moves his mouth down to my collarbone , biting and leaving open mouthed kisses , for sure leaving some nasty marks

“sit on my fucking face” me whispers into my neck , i pull away , out of breath . his eyes completely blacked out with lust . nose red and lips swollen.

“gladly”

with that sit up and slowly push my underwear down , he watches and helps me pull them down while still on the bed .

i make my way to his face neck , hovering over him , suddenly feeling anxious . he rolls his eyes before grabbing my thighs and pulling me over his jaw . basically suffocating him under my pussy.

his nose immediately hits my clit , drawing out an embarrassingly loud moan from my mouth, grabbing the head board for stability.

he licks a long stripe though me , before landing on my clit and wrapping his wet lips around it . my hand flys to his hair , gripping it tightly , making him grunt , sending vibrations through my core as he continues to explore my pussy with his mouth .

my legs start to shake , as i’m still not putting my whole weight oh him , noticing this he pulls me down by my hips , forcing me to fully sit on his face . i start to move my hips forward and back wards , using his nose and tongue as friction.

“FUCK CHRIS” i scream out as me shoved his tongue deep into my pussy , causing my thighs to close slightly , trapping him inbetween my legs .

“keep talking , i want to hear you ma” he says out of breath , fingers replacing his tongue as he gets his breath before re- attaching his tongue to my clit , flattening it and shaking his head sideways.

“fuck-FUCK CHRIS, i’m gonna FUCK” is all i got out before the knot snaps in my stomach , feeling shocks fill my entire body as i clench around his fingers . coming undone ,all over his face whimpering , eye’s clenched together and my jaw falling slack.

i slow down my movements,grinding against his face as a ride out my high , before i see chris face lift , his nose and chin practically dripping with my arousal . a huge teethy smile plastered on his face as he heaves out breaths . the cold air hitting my wet clit , making my body shudder .

“holy fuck chris” i say before removing my pelvis from his face , throwing my body down to sit next to him , back against the head board my chest rising and falling . i laugh out of breath and look down at him , him allready watching me from below , still smiling while trying to catch his breath.

“i meant what i said when i said i was a munch” is all he manages to say before i throw a pillow at his head rolling my eyes and laughing

“oh shut the fuck up chris”

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me writing this knowing i’m terrified of doing anything in this oneshot ! (including the cleaning, i am not a house wife !)

really hope i did anon proud with this ! love u all

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eepwriting · 9 days

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thigh anon here, absolutely loved what you wrote so I'm back again!! might be too much idk but

could we please get another ivy fic, where the reader has feelings for him and there is some playful flirting between them and ivy, but they don't know if he's being serious so they break down and confess and turns out ivy also has feelings for them but was in the same boat of being unsure

ending with lots of reassurance and comfort (and maybe a passionate sex scene if it's not too much to ask 👀)

This Whole Time ✶ IV x GN! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, intercourse

Omg hiii thigh anon!! I made sure to not delete your entire ask this time ha. Thank you as always 🤍

!! mdi !!

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You couldn’t deny the way your heart ached slightly every time you saw him.

He was always so kind, considerate of your thoughts and feelings. He was funny, charismatic, and handsome. The two of you had became friends almost 2 years ago, this little crush growing everyday. Sure, you could confess how you felt, but you knew you’d never recover if he didn’t feel the same. Maybe the two of you could remain friends if that was the case, but the reminder of absent attraction would always be at the back of your mind. You couldn’t bring yourself to think of your everyday life without him in it.

So, you remained just friends with him. You play along with his naturally flirty nature and pretend to not be affected by it, not letting him see how much you wished it was real. “Jokingly” flirting back. Just two friends joking around.

So when your phone buzzes with a text from him, inviting you over for “shit food and trash tv” you push your feelings down and think on the positive side: You get to hang out with your good friend!

Your heart hammers in your chest as you climb the stairs to his apartment later that night. It always seemed to do that before you saw him, only slowing down after sitting with him a while. You knock on his door before letting yourself in, kicking off your shoes at the door. IVs standing in the kitchen, leaned over, looking into his fridge. He hears your entrance and stands straight, closing the fridge door.

A smile reaches his eyes as he walks over, reaching out to pull you into a hug. He squeezes you tight, his fingertips lightly scratching up and down your back. “Hey, you.” His voice is quiet in your ear.

“Hi, how’ve you been?” Your hand squeezes his shoulder. He pulls away from you but keeps his hands on your hips. “Good, you?”

You nod, “Good. Hungry.”

“Well lucky you, I ordered your favorite.” He gently pushes you towards the living room, hands on your shoulders. Your eyes land on the coffee table, on it a small spread of food from your favorite take out place, plus your favorite drinks.

“Oh wowww, you’re really spoiling me, huh?” You laugh as you take a seat on the couch.

“I gotta give my best to my favorite person, don’t I?” He sheepishly shrugs before sitting down next to you. He grabs the remote, switching on the tv.

You hope he doesn’t notice the blush that rises to your cheeks. You watch the side of his face for a moment before reaching forward to open the food boxes in front of you.

You hear the theme song of a show you hate and glare over at iv. “Oh no, no.” You reach over him to pick the remote up, hitting the back button.

“What? I like that show.” He turns to you, his arm flying up to point at the tv.

You shake your head and snicker, “That show sucks, ivy. C’mon.”

“Oh that’s real rich coming from you. At least it has substance! Unlike what you watch.” He jokingly shakes his head in shame.

Your mouth opens in fake hurt, a hand reaching up to your neck as you gasp. “Wow. That’s quite rude, you know?” He just lets out a loud laugh as he pulls his mask up over his mouth to take a sip of his drink.

You settle on an early 2010s sitcom before grabbing a container of food and sitting further back on the couch.

Before you know it, the two of you are 4 episodes deep, food long gone. You sat with your back against the armrest, your legs lay over iv’s lap, who’s sat further down the couch. His hands rest on your calves, absentmindedly rubbing, occasionally squeezing whenever he laughs at something.

You watch as the two main characters share a loving moment towards the end of the episode. They vow to not let the small things break them apart, even the silly little conflict the episode had revolved around. You can’t help but to look over at iv as the people on screen share a kiss, wishing you could have a moment like that with him. You blatantly stare at him, too lost in the thoughts racing through your mind.

“Hey, what’s wrong.” You feel a squeeze on your knee.

You blink, your head shaking slightly as he looks at you with a look of concern. “Oh, uh, it’s nothing.” You shake your head again, looking back to the tv.

“No. It’s not nothing. You seem upset.” He pauses the tv and pulls you towards him by your legs. You couldn’t see your own face, but you felt that familiar ache in your chest, only assuming the look on your face matched what you were feeling.

“I’m okay. Just thinking about stuff.” You pull the sleeves of your sweatshirt over your hands, crossing your arms over yourself.

“What stuff? Sad stuff?” His brows furrow. Even under the mask you can see the pure concern.

You can’t believe you’re about to open up about this. You’re terrified but you don’t know how much longer you can keep up this act. Keep pretending that your entire mind, body and soul doesn’t yearn for the man next to you. You clear your throat, “You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“What are you talking about? Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know that right?” His hand rubs comforting circles over the side of your thigh.

You take a deep breath, your eyes close in a long blink before you speak. “Ivy. I like you. I really like you. More than a friend should ever like a friend.” You pause, your words getting caught in your throat. IV’s hand stops moving on your leg but he doesn’t say anything. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but I owe it to myself to let you know. I love spending time with you but I can’t just act like I don’t have strong feelings for you, not anymore.”

You look at him, frozen in his seat. You’re screaming at him in your head. To say anything to you. To give you any sign that he really heard what you just said.

It feels like forever before he speaks. “How long? Have you felt this way?” His voice is quiet.

You shake your head, not expecting that answer. “Since I met you.”

He lets out a breath he seemed to be holding, his head falling forward. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” He pulls you to sit fully across his lap and you let him, heat crawling up your neck to your cheeks.

“What do you mean?” You blink at him.

“I mean, I really like you. I’ve never said anything because I was so sure you weren’t interested.” He reaches up hold the side of your face. “I flirt with you and try my damn best make you feel special, hoping maybe one day, I’d have the confidence to finally say something. Even if it meant the end of our friendship. I’ve always wanted to tell you.”

You want to pinch yourself, convinced you’re dreaming.

“So… this whole time we’ve both just been torturing ourselves?”

He laughs softly, his thumb swiping back and forth over your cheek. “I guess so.” His eyes repeatedly flick down to your mouth. “Funny how that works, huh?”

Your mind races with thoughts of surprise, confusion and pure happiness as you try to make sense of his words.

You notice the way his breath quickens as his hand slowly reaches up to pull his mask up over his mouth. You meet him halfway as he leans into you, your mouths meeting in a hesitant kiss. It starts slow, occasionally interrupted by shy smiles from both of you. He tilts his head when he feels you grip the back of his neck, letting his tongue swipe over your bottom lip. A quiet and low groan leaves him when his tongue finds yours. His hands run up and down your back, squeezing your sides occasionally.

He gently guides you to lay on the couch, his mouth never leaving yours. He half straddles your hips and lets you pull him down so his chest is against yours. His mouth moves to kiss your cheek, across your jaw and down the side of your neck. A breathy whine leaving your mouth when you feel his tongue press to your skin.

Your fingers hook into the belt loops of his jeans, pulling his hips to yours. You’re rewarded with a deep groan, his hips bucking into yours.

He pulls away from your neck breathlessly. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

You smile up at him and bring your hands up to cup his face. “I’m more than okay with this. Trust me. I’m just so happy that you feel the same.”

He nods his head and turns to press a kiss to your palm. “Me too.” His voice soft and sweet. His hand caressing your cheek and jaw before he pushes himself off you to stand, impatient hands working over the button and zipper on his jeans.

You take the opportunity to push your sweatpants and underwear down your legs, the two of you unabashedly watching each other undress.

He’s on you again before you know it, his mouth attaching to yours again. Your hands wander under his shirt to roam his back, fingertips digging into his shoulder blades. His hand cups your jaw as he kisses you as if you’re his life source. He presses his hips to yours firmly and you can’t stop the moan you let out into his mouth. The feel of his bare skin on yours making you impatient.

“Hold on, love.” He mumbles on your lips before pulling away from you. He grabs your hand and brings it to his chest. “I feel like my hearts gonna beat out of my chest.” He lets out a breathy laugh.

You feel his heart racing under your palm, yours not feeling much different. “It’s okay. Mine too.” You give him a small nod and smile. “I’ll help, okay?” You reach a hand between the two of you, your hand nudging his cock before you wrap your fingers around him. He lets out a deep breath at the contact.

Your hand slowly slides down his shaft and back up again, your thumb catching a bead of his arousal before swirling it around on his tip. He whines a needy mewl above you, his eyes closing. The sound only makes the ache between your thighs ten times worse. You want to watch him like this forever, but let’s be honest, you’d waited 2 years for this already and you were done being patient.

Your fingers continue working him as you bring your other hand to your mouth, gathering some spit in your palm. Your wet palm soon replaces your fingers, pumping him smoothly. He bucks into your hand, another whimper leaving his mouth. You spread your legs open further and angle your hips up.

He gets the hint, angling his hips down slightly, his hand guiding his cock to press against you. He locks eyes with you again before slowly pushing himself in halfway. He leans down to you, mouths connecting in a hot, open mouth kiss. He draws his hips back before he’s even fully buried, and snaps them back in with a quick thrust. It catches you off guard, fingers digging into his side, a moan muffled by iv’s mouth.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He breathes out and rests his forehead against yours. “I’ve just waited too long for this.” A groan punctuates his sentence. His cock slips in and out of you with ease as he picks up his pace. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, bringing him back down to you again. His quiet grunts sounding ever so nice in your ear. “I wanna look at you.” He says as he pushes himself up, hands gripping your sides as he looks down at you.

You can’t help but look down to where the two of you are connected, your teeth biting over your bottom lip as you whimper at the sight. Your hand slowly makes its way down to play with yourself, your eyes snapping up to look at iv.

He breathes out a huff and quickly nods his head. His attention fully on the way your hand moves over yourself, as well at how his cock glides in and out of you.

It doesn’t take long for that familiar feeling in your lower half to blossom. You could tell iv was on the edge as well, his movements loosing the fluidity they once had. He bends down to pepper small kisses on your cheek. “You gonna cum with me?” He hums as you quickly nod, your mouth opening in a silent cry, your climax crashing over you. Your hips buck up to him as you grip his bicep, a long string of moans leaving you.

IV’s release is right behind yours. His brows furrowed, mouth hung open slightly, eyes squeezed shut. He lets himself collapse over you, but still careful to not use his full weight. His head is in the crook of your neck, his breathing fast and shallow. You feel his hips spasm against yours, the movement sending a weak shock through you.

He presses a soft kiss to your cheek before pushing himself up. You both let out a soft groan as he pulls out of you. He looks down at you with a relaxed smile, his hand reaching out to smooth over the top of your head. “You’re telling me, we could’ve been doing that this whole time?” He chuckles.

You laugh, lightly nudging him with your knee. “I guess so.”

He helps you sit up before walking you to the bathroom, soaking a washcloth with warm water before he gently cleans you up. He helps you get dressed before running to the kitchen to get you some water.

He joins you back on the couch, his arm falling around your shoulders as you cuddle up to him. The two of you knowing you’d not regret the decision to open up about how you felt the whole time.

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This is looong sorry, I got a little carried away.

Absolutely loved this idea! Hope you enjoyed anon! 🤍

K. Bye bye.

#sleep token #sleep token worship #sleep token fic #sleep token x reader #sleep token smut #sleep token iv #iv sleep token #iv x reader

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coryothesub · 3 months

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Boys Kissing

I wrote another snowjanus x reader oneshot no one asked for just because I can. And because I need them to kiss religiously. It's very all over the place and also very switch-y idk it just wrote itself basically

nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / switch!sejanus / switch!reader

“How about you kiss Coryo now?” you turned to Sejanus with a flirtatious smile. “I know both of you have thought about that.”

The three of you were sitting on your bed after a long and tiring day. Sejanus’s parents were filthy rich and he loved to take his friends on shopping trips and let them choose a bunch of cute little gifts for themselves. It was giving a slight sugar daddy vibe but you didn't feel awkward about it because you had figured out exactly how to pay him back..

After a few drinks Coryo wasn't able to keep his hands off you, needy and hungry for your touch.

“C’mon let me kiss you, I need you now,” he whined, so you decided it would be fun if you asked Sej to kiss him instead.

After you stated your request, both boys froze for a moment, looking like deer in headlights, their cheeks filling with blush and mouths gaping slightly.

You moved further into the bed, clearing the space between them and Sejanus carefully leaned forward putting his palm on his friend's jaw. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Coryo's in a chaste little kiss.

Needy as ever Coryo tried to catch his friend's lips and prolong the moment leaning towards Sejanus as he pulled away.

It wasn't the steamiest kiss you’d seen but your pussy tingled at their boyish sweetness.

“May I kiss you too?” Sejanus asked. He was visibly flustered by the way kissing Coryo made him feel therefore he decided to try and turn it into a joke.

“Well if you ask so politely,” you glanced over at Coryo. “You should learn some manners from this young gentleman.”

Sejanus moved closer to you and you met his lips that felt so soft and plump against yours. He displayed some level of shyness, but it definitely felt more confident than with Coryo.

The boy wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap, pressing your back against his wide chest.

“I have an idea,” he murmured into your ear and kissed your neck.

“Go on,” you were not rushing to scold him yet, feeling curious about what he had in mind. It felt weirdly arousing when he manhandled you like that.

“Our friend Coryo likes a good spectacle so why don't we give him something to marvel at?” his voice sounded low and husky, you could barely recognize the shy bamby eyed boy you thought you knew.

“Oh, I like where this is going, Sir,” you settled yourself in a more comfortable position on Sejanus's strong thighs, opening your legs just enough for Coryo to see a glimpse of your white panties.

The blonde boy looked stunned, he couldn't believe his ears. Did you really just call his nerdy friend “sir”? You watched him with a smooth look on your face enjoying his frustration.

Sejanus started unbuttoning your dress, while planting soft kisses along your neck and shoulders. You let him pull your bralette over your head, revealing your lovely tits and he started playing with them brushing his fingers against your hard nipples.

“Eyes up, baby!” you instructed Coryo, noticing he was trying to look away embarrassed at how aroused he had gotten from the sight.

Sej’s big hands felt so good on your body that you let out a desperate little moan, feeling wetness pooling up in your panties.

Coryo directed his hand towards his crotch, desperate to relieve the pressure of his cock hardening against his pants.

“Keep your hands still!” you commanded. “No touching, just enjoy the show.”

“Oh, so cruel, princess,” Sej whispered against your neck, making you shiver at the sensation. His lips sucked deeper into your soft skin making sure it would leave a mark.

Coryo watched you both attentively, curious about what was about to happen next. He hadn't imagined you would let someone handle you like that, let alone Sejanus Plinth.

Still fidgeting with your nipples, Sej shoved his hand under the waistband of your wettening panties, gently pressing his pointer finger against your clit.

You shivered at the sensation and arched your back pushing your butt against his prominent bulge.

Sejanus dipped his fingers in your wetness and smeared your juices across your folds teasing your clit for a few seconds, then pulled his hand out of your panties and pushed his wet fingers against your lips. You opened your mouth for him and sucked around his digits obediently enjoying your own salty taste.

“Keep going!” your voice was low and shaky, trying to regain the upper hand.

“You have to ask nicely, princess,” he hummed, clearly enjoying his newly found control over you.

“Please, Sir,” you begged. “I need you to touch me.”

“Good girl!” Sej’s hand dived back into your panties, and he started to rub your swollen clit causing you to let out a sharp gasp.

“Look at you, doll, so sweet and responsive,” Sej cooed, speeding up his pace making your panties soak completely.

You watched Coryo through your fluttered eyelids, he looked so desperate and horny, taking you both in with his wide blue eyes, his impossibly hard dick strained against the fabric of his pants.

Sej’s fingers filled your pussy again, curling slightly against your soft walls, making you fill the room with moans and pants. You weren't even thinking about keeping Coryo disciplined since you had to chase your own pleasure pushing yourself against Sejanus’s fingers as he sped up his pace.

Sej on the other hand kept full control over the situation locking his eyes with Coryo’s as he kept fucking your pussy with his fingers relentlessly. The blonde boy looked so pretty, his eyes full with lust and despair.

It suddenly clicked in Sejanus's brain that he could do whatever he wanted and Coryo wouldn't mind. In fact Coryo wasn't longing to play Sej’s role in this spectacle. He wanted to be in your place.

Sejanus knew you were nearing the climax and suddenly he wrapped his free hand around your throat. He didn't add much pressure but it was enough to make you gasp.

“Oh, fuck, Sej, you make me feel so good. I'm so close, oh my god,” you were a shaking mess under his fingers, your neck pulsating at an enormous place under his stern grip.

“Cum for us, princess,” Sejanus instructed and you came hard around his fingers flooding your already soaked panties with your pleasure and collapsing against Sej’s torso.

He let go of your throat and brought his other hand to your lips, both of you started sucking and licking around his fingers and exchanging sloppy kisses.

“Can I have a taste?” you heard Coryo's soft little voice. He sounded whiny and broken, exhausted from the pressure of his unrelieved arousal.

“Sorry, buddy, it looks like we have neglected you a bit,” Sejanus gave Coryo the softest smile and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, fueled by his newly found confidence. He explored his friend’s warm mouth, sucking on his tongue and his hungry lips, letting him taste the sweetness of your cunt.

You watched them make out as you came down from your heights, they looked so impossibly starved for each other that soon enough you got horny again.

But it was their turn to have their release, so you helped them get rid of their clothes, threw them to the side and settled yourself on the bed next to them.

Their cocks were already rock hard and leaking with precum, you grabbed them one in each hand and started stroking them at an easy pace, making the boys moan against each other's lips.

It sounded like music to you so you sped up the pace feeling their hard members pulsating against your palms.

“Fuck,” Sejanus groaned, peppering sloppy kisses along Coryo's jawline. He kissed the blond boy’s neck, eliciting small whimpers as he sucked at the soft, pale skin wanting to leave marks on him so badly.

Coryo’s felt his legs getting weak from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and he held on to Sej’s shoulders, closing the space between them as you directed their cocks closer causing their sensitive tips to touch.

The boys gasped at the sensation as you were rubbing their tips together, mixing their precum.

Coryo and Sej got even closer to one another, desperate for more friction and you gently pressed their dicks together, starting to pump them both in one hand.

A mix of lewd sounds filled the room as you kept frotting their cocks together, carefully increasing the pace. The boys started fucking into your hand trying to increase the friction, Coryo's pale pinkish flesh looking gorgeous on Sej's olive toned skin. You almost couldn't believe you got so wet at the sight alone.

Coryo's rested his head on Sejanus's shoulder, breathing heavily against the crook of his neck. Sej sunk his face in Coryo's soft blonde hair as they both were nearing their climax.

“Oh, mommy, you’re making us feel so good,” Coryo moaned against Sej’s neck.

“So fucking good,” Sej echoed him, gently playing with his golden curls.

“Actually both of you are making each other feel good,” you corrected, smiling happily as they were chasing their release.

You sped up the pace one last time, feeling the boys fucking into your hand with full force, both of them so close to climaxing.

“Now come for me, boys!” you instructed and two thick loads of cum exploded all over your hand, some of the pearly liquid landing on their thighs, stomachs and sheets underneath you.

Coryo and Sej fell on the sheets completely spent from their mutual orgasm, watching each other and you in a blissful daze.

“Now clean it up!” you commanded, raising your cum covered hand at their face level. Coryo and Sej rushed to lap it up, eager to feel each other's warm seed on their tongues.

“You both taste so good,” you praised them as they took turns kissing your lips with their cumdrunk mouths.

“So…What are we gonna do next?” Sejanus asked as you laid down between them.

You lifted your legs up and finally pulled your soaked panties over your feet.

“I guess now it's my turn again…”

#coriolanus snow #young coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #snowjanus #snowjanus x reader #snowjanus x you #thg #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg tbosas #oneshot #cts post

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siren0writer · 3 months

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Can i please get some shayna baszler x fem!reader headcanons (could be NSFW 👀) where they are in a tag team together and reader is also a member of the Judgement Day?

In my mind you and Shayna are around the same age (early 40s to late 30s) but idc

You knew Shayna back when she was in UFC, but you started dating when she joined WWE

You were the third member of the judgment day before Rhea, Finn, and Dominik joined

After Shayna betrayed Ronda, she asked you to be her new tag partner

You agreed instantly ofc

You told the rest of the TJD that you would be teaming with Shayna, making sure they knew it was a statement and you weren't asking permission

Damien was confused at first "But she's not in TJD if you wanted a tag partner Rheas right here."

"Right, I know she's here, but she's not my wife so, a clear difference there."

Shayna and Rhea have never been the biggest fans of each other, but rhea tries her best to be nice

Shayna tries a lot less hard

When Nia comes back all 3 of you guys hate her with a burning passion, it's a bonding experience tbh

When JD joins TJD your pretty excited to have a new member (sorry guys I love JD McDonalds so much)

It's a little awkward with Zoey because she hates rhea and your in the judgment day, but there's no animosity between you guys

Shayna threatened to kill Zoey if she wasn't nice to you

You don't put up with Damian's sass, idc who you are you're not gonna talk to me like that

You usually train with Shayna instead of TJD because she's your tag partner

You guys are open about your relationship, on and off TV

You and Shayna DOMINATE as a tag team

Speaking of dominate, NSFW next up

You and Shayna both switch between who's Dom and sub

When shaynas dominating she's usually rough with you, but it's nothing you can't handle

Idk what it's like to when you Dom bc I'm not you, so I'm not gonna write it here, use your imagination

There was one time when you tried to safe word but she had you gagged and your hands were tied, you started freaking out

Shayna noticed of course and stopped, took out your gag, untied you, and ran you guys a bath, she felt so bad about it she cried

When it comes to aftercare, Shayna is the KING

She keeps snacks at her bedside table, bottles of water, runs a bath, kisses you, gives you cuddles, etc.

#wwe #the judgement day #shayna baszler x reader #wwe shayna baszler #shayna baszler smut #shayna baszler #shayna baszler hcs #hcs

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xkillzjungha · 1 month

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A threesome with Dom!Jennie and Dom!rosé🤤

Jennie fucking you with a strap and Rosé rides your face. Rosé wanting Jennie to feel something she leans her head down to suck on jennie's perky nipples

Idk if you're comfortable with this one but like Jennie and Rosé both using a strap on you like double penetration 🤤 Jennie is under you using her hands to play with your boobs as she slowly moves her hips, and Rosé slowly thrusting into you as she puts one of her arms around your waist using her hand to find your clit then switching between rubbing it and pinching and rolling it between her fingers

Sorry if you're not comfortable with the 2nd one 😭 but that's also been on my mind if not the first one will be good 🤟🏻😝

Hello anonie! I'm completely okay with this request, and I am not quite sure what you want me to write but I'll do both of those. Enjoy.

- Warning: Men and Minors dni. Read with caution, parental guiadance is adviced if a minor. This is just fiction nothing is real and none of this should be tolerated in real life.

Always proceed with caution and stay safe!

Jenrose!xfemreader★

Genre:Smut

Warnings: Double penetration, face fucking, strap on, face riding,threesome, clit stimulation, praising kink, whipping, bottom reader.

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★ You've been hanging out with jennie and rose for quite some time now. Every now and then you would go to your usual cafe spot just gossiping and laughing all day. You met both of them in a cafeteria you would always come to just a few blocks down from your home, they were the ones to first approach you, so it went on.

They were total angels always helping you out on whatever and whenever you wanted or needed them, always treating you with the things you love and want. Jewelry, food, clothes you name it. But as time went by you can't help but notice the changes in their behavior, like how they would always leave you alone to change whenever you went out with them, now they would always watch you change saying that "it's okay we're all girls" as an excuse.

What you once thought were the sweetest, pure beings now all gone. They were total sweethearts when you met them, but oh they were just wolves in sheep's clothing. You were on all fours ass spread wide enough for rose to push in her big fake cock, Shoving it inside your ass. Jennie under you fucking your pussy hard thrusting deep inside you. Reaching your insides making you moan out loud in both pain and pleasure.

They both work their way going deep inside you, rose firmly gripping your ass and jennie's fingers finding it's way down to your bud, pinching and rolling it with her index and thumb. You gritted your teeth, sweat dripping from your forehead, skin slapping echoing throughout the room. "U-ughh... Mhm fuck y/n y-your so tight.." Rose muttered, her thick hot Australian accent

"ah-ahh.. t-too big guys.. ahh.." You cried, holding onto the sheets for your dear life as both girls continued thrusting inside you, the fake cocks spurting out fake cum. Filling your walls to the rim. "Yeah you like this y/n? Such a little slut for us, mhm yeah keep slapping that ass on my cock whore." Jennie laughed hysterically, pounding hard inside you.

"ahh..ahh I'm going to cum! Ahh-ah.." Waves of pleasure washed over you as you came, white warm sticky substance allover jennie's fake cock. You were laid down on your back the two girls switching places, rose ontop of your face grinding her wet glistening cunt allover you. "Mhmm.. yes fuck! Yes lick my pussy you slut, ahh shit your tongue feels so good.." Rose held the headboard of the bed as she grinds herself onto your face going fast till you weren't able to lick her cunt and breathe right.

Jennie on the other hand tribbing her dripping cunt onto your pussy, interwining her cunt with yours. Grinding over your puffy wet cunt she moans outloud as she held your leg and gripped the sheets. "Y-yes oh god fuck! You're cunt is so good slut, yeah grind that pussy for me little slut." Moans echoed throughout out the room, filled with cries of pain and pleasure as the three of you came all together. You breathe becoming ragged, your cunt all overstimulated and puffy.

But seems like the two of your friends weren't satisfied. Still wanting to use you as their little plaything, jennie takes a box from her bag. Inside where whips and more sex toys to use on you. Rose immediately pinned you down letting jennie cuff your hands, trapped and nowhere to go to. Rose takes out a whip slowly caressing it over your milky smooth thighs before forcing a hard slap onto your skin. Jennie and rose take turns whipping your body allover, they gave you a magic word to tell when you wanted them to stop. Just say "blueberries" and they'll stop, but no matter how painful it felt and how red your skin was getting it was too good. Too good to be stopped, your mind was saying stop but your body says yes fuck keep going.

You moaned in pain with a mix of pleasure, "Arghh! Yes fuck.. k-keep going, it's so good! Fuck!" Jennie continued on whipping you, while rose went down on you, licking your pretty pink cunt pushing her tongue in and out the deepest she can. "Gosh you taste so good y/n-ah~, and yet you keep hiding yourself whenever we shower together? With this cute little slutty body of yours." Rose's sing song melodic voice filling your ears.

Jennie went on and on whipping you till you said "blueberries". Why blueberries? Out of all words in existence. Well it's because it is your favorite drink to get from the cafe. jennie then went down throwing the whip somwhere across the room. Going down to lick your perky little nipples, her free hand rolling and pinching your free nipple. Giving attention to both of your nipples. You held onto the sheets grinding your cunt onto rose's face till you came hard allover her goergeous face. She licks every bit of your juices, not putting a single sweet juice of yours to waste. Jennie stops licking your nipples for a bit getting a taste of your cum from rose's mouth, they held eachother making out passionately. Their tongues fighting with fiery passion. You breathed heavily as you slowly got up feeling pain allover your body due to the whipping the ladies have done to you.

You crawled over to them, they immediately stopped making out giving all their attention back to you. They smiled down at your adorable little face breathing heavily, your body all red, your lips and cunt puffy as fuck. They both went down kneading your breasts making you moan even louder due to how sensitive you were right now. You squinted your eyes close hard, turning your head up breathy moans running out of your mouth, both girls enjoying your body all to themselves.

Once again, cumming in just minutes due to how sensitive you are, they both laughed Hysterically seeing how tired you were. "Look at you enjoying this! And here we thought you were just a cute little nerd, but I guess you're such a fucking whore." Jennie spoke sarcastically with a hint of seriousness. "Aw you poor little thing, how can we play with you? You already seem so tired and weak slut shit." Rose jokingly said.

"I-I can still play! Keep using me please.. I promise to be a good girl to the both of you please.." Jennie sighed deeply, caressing your pretty little face with the palm of her soft hand. Wiping away tears flowing from your doe eyes. "Come on baby that's enough playing we can do more tomorrow okay baby doll?" You pouted sadly but nodded obeyingly. "Yeah, we got all day princess don't worry okay? Now let's get you all cleaned up." Rose spoke softly, they both prepared a bath for you filling the tub with room temperature water. Giving you a nice soothing bath as they took care of you, spoiling you as always with much needed and well deserved aftercare.

Both went out to the convenience store to buy food and drinks for you. And just for you. They would never ever dare to let you get hurt by them or anyone unless it is something you wanted. They carefully laid down in bed careful not wanting to hurt your already fragile and red body.

They took care of you for the rest of the night giving you the best of love and after care. After such intense threesome with them you can't help but enjoy being with them even more, you realized that they weren't so bad after all. After all they never treated you as such plaything or slut, they treated you rightfully of what you deserved that's what makes you love them both dearly.

- xkillz: thank you for being my first request anon. I hope you enjoy this smut and hopefully I fulfilled your fantasies. Stay happy and safe🤍.

#kpop #blackpink #jennie #lisa #rose #kim jisoo #fem reader #wlw #bp smut #blackpink smut

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thelovelybitten · 5 months

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more loonatics headcanons / shenanigans...

i've been on such a binge watch of lu that I just need to post abt it okay leave me alone

BUT I'VE NOTICED THINGS !!! (this is s2 ep4) !! you kind of get an insight of what they all like to do and things they enjoy with these bedroom stills.

ACE:

obviously: likes carrots, cute lil bunny.

HIS LIL DOORMAT DJSNGJSDNJK

i couldn't zoom in enough to see what's on his monitor but you know he likes to watch shows before bed. relatable content.

the fact he's got two side tables as well gives me eating in his bed vibes but also he'd be clean abt it. i also think he'd be a big comic book reader. not sure what, but he would be. I'll let y'all decide.

speaking on that, there's a shelf with books on the far right so yeah. i think he'd also read manga bc of his anime complex. he may also keep some sort of CDs ? maybe vinyls ???

i know this man keeps katanas and a dartboard in his room.

he's a snowboarder !!!! THAT'S SO COOL. he must be a god bc this man is AGILE.

he's got a skyline view PHEWWWWW rich ass mf

also. an aquarium on his right (our left) which is so fun I wonder what kinds of marine life they'd keep!!!

I'm also not sure what the compartment behind his head is for but I think its a closed-off bookshelf or space for his knick-knacks. i also see a fireplace too but idk how logical that is lol

LEXI:

NOW WHY SHE SLEEPING IN A HAMMOCK WHEN THE GIRLIE COULD HAVE A QUEEN SIZED BED ??? she's quirky like that ig. whatever makes her comfy. (I know she'd upgrade, I just know. just bc she can sleep anywhere doesn't mean she's always comfortable.)

a phone/pager by her bed is so real

THE WALLPAPER IS BEACHY IT'S SO CUTE

she's a SKIIER AND A SURFER. WHAT CAN'T SHE DO. (seasickness who)

cabinet obvi for storage, idk why she'd have anything important in there besides old childhood items it's so high up???

lower shelves are for books and things maybe. or video games.

AND DO YOU SEE THE AQUARIUM ??? THIS CONFIRMS THAT LEXI AND ACE HAVE NEIGHBOURING BEDROOMS AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND. there has to be some type of barrier/wall between the two tanks for privacy reasons but I'M DEAD GNFDGNDJKFNJDFNKHK MY BABIES

opposing skyline views so iconic... i know she takes mad insta pictures (or duck takes them) to get good sunset shots

i believe the items on the table are her laptop, a makeup bag andddd maybe a clutch purse? just a guess bc they're so tiny.

laptop makes sense. it'd be hard but she could still try to get an education on the side??? lots of work for a girl but she's a boss like that.

makeup for obvious reasons

clutch purse for nights out

SLAM:

THE WAY I'D BE SO SCARED FOR THAT WEIGHT TO DROP ON MY HEAD. SLAM IS A TROOPER WTF

I remember sumth abt that cylinder thingy on the left but I can't remember what it's for yet. will update when the ep comes.

MANS IS AN INTELLECTUAL !! those are all comic books (like ace, they bond) and language workbooks.

the poster of pizza is SO REAL OF HIM

there's a teeny tiny chute beside his door and I wonder what it's for. maybe it's a scanner? idk

light above his head is also...a choice.

i'd like to think that the things at the end of his bed are air purifiers and that slam has some sort of breathing issue when he goes to sleep. maybe he grinds his jaw or is a mouth breather;;;

computer for gaming tings and other endeavours

A WHOLE ASS TREADMILL YEAH BUDDY U STAY IN SHAPE.

i know this man doesn't have a WHOLE ASS DRUMSTICK IN HIS BED. but makes sense. he totally eats in bed BUT IS MESSY ABT IT. duck and lexi HATE IT IT'S NASTY HAHAH they ask him to switch his sheets and vacuum almost everyday

DUCK:

THIS MAN IS SO CONCEITED I CAN'T Y'ALL.

but like ace, he also has a tv by his bed I know he and lexi would watch romcoms together

K-DRAMAS???? SPECIFICALLY SINGLES INFERNO (only bc s3 just came out, it's on the brain) duck just boasts abt how he's better looking than all of the other males while lexi is very much about the relationships/drama

his little peek-a-boo window behind his head is so cute :"))))

I have no god damn clue what that thing is beside him on the left but I'm sure it's important

but he wears headphones to sleep !!! must need white noise or rain to sleep

control panel for his lights and other digitally controlled shit in his room

THIS MAN HAS SO MANY MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPER ARTICLES ABOUT HIMSELF AND THE LOONATICS (but only bc he is in them, thank yew) I also think he'd carry a lot of fashion magazines too. things that are in. the second a fad ends he's done w it

I'm assuming this is an arcade game setup, but i think he'd love Mario kart :) him and tech love to battle on this but move it to the main room bc duck thinks tech is cheating bc "the screen is two small".

i know this man would sleep with mf silk sheets and a fleece comforter he's a bougie bitch

computer for obvious reasons

REV:

i had to include all four shots bc he is a sleepwalker/runner LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS ;U;

it looks like he sleeps in a casket-like bed (hence, the lid is open top centre) I believe he only has this open when he's awake so idk who forgot to close it. it needs to be closed so that when rev does actually get up and sleepwalks, he's contained. the last thing the loonatics want to wake up to is the house completely trashed bc rev had a dream he was running from something. so casket bed it was.

that's also why. he doesn't sleep with sheets. if he trips and falls oh lord. therefore he wears super warm pjs in the winter to not freeze to death

he's got a ton of books, rightfully so, I think he and tech would share this bookcase because it would have different manuals, blueprints and miscellaneous mechanical guides. robot guides. that too. i also think rev would be that person who re-reads his childhood books over and over again and not get sick of them ever

there is also a treadmill in this room I just know it

a tv as well. idk where, but I hc it's there.

TECH:

thanks for giving me nothing to work with here

I kind looked forward into the ep and there's a smidge of the bedroom in a frame but idk what the other shit could be

but I know his room is very clean. it's SPOTLESS. everything is organized and well put together.

I'm going to ignore the fact he suckles his thumb bc this man is 24 years old BYE

there's a whole bunch of ai robots in there to do anything he wants.

he is also the other loonatic who has their own bathroom. he only got it bc he won the straw draw. well, ace won technically, but gave it to tech bc he was the oldest and would keep it in the best shape. duck still hasn't forgiven him for it.

he shares it with lexi since she's the only lady in the house :) ain't no way she shares with the boys.

the others share the other bathroom. one more gets installed later but the other four are SOL

tech also has a nice walk-in closet

he needs to take melatonin b4 bed bc this man is noctournal

has drones scattered on shelves, ones he's built and ones he's collected from professors and other inventors

AAAAND THAT'S IT. THANKS FOR COMING TO ANOTHER TED TALK LOL I'MMA GO FINISH S2 XOXO

#faves: lu #loonatics unleashed #viv speaks #looney tunes #loonatics headcanons #nah i popped off #i love my kids to BITS IDC.#i have so many more hcs AAAAAA #my brain is a wormhole of knowledge #i hate hyperfixating on things but i love them at the same time lol #anywayyyys i'll be back most likely haha #xoxoxo

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svfttachi · 1 year

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Can you gimme some random itachi and sasuke hcs (fem reader)?

WC ━ 741

TYPE ━ u. itachi x fem!reader, u. sasuke x fem!reader (separate)

TW ━ smallest mention of depression in sasuke's

✎ lwk was thinking about anakin skywalker the entire time i was writing the rest of these, so... yeah idk why i had to say that. anyway, i also forgot you wanted fem reader, so i changed it up a little to adjust for that change. but anyway, i hope you enjoy!

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u. itachi

✰ he definitely drives with one hand on the steering wheel and his other holding onto yours

✰ only ever notices you amongst large crowds of people, especially around other women

✰ he loves to help you pick out your outfits as your showing off each one for him to choose from

✰ honestly, there isn’t a single bad outfit in his eyes

✰ always keeps an arm around you, whether it be around your waist, your shoulders, or holding your hand, he will always need to keep you close by, especially in public places

✰ let’s you take the subway seat, and he’ll stand nearby with a hand in yours, smiling down at you.

✰ if you do get two seats side-by-side on the subway, expect him to push your head onto his shoulder, especially after a long, tiring day

✰ rests his head against yours as well ;-;

✰ he can cook to a certain degree

✰ like he won’t be able to make high-class dishes but he can make you scrambled eggs 👀

✰ you two clean the house together every week, often switching between chores so one person doesn’t always do the hardest job

✰ but itachi would plead with you so that he takes the harder chores if he felt you shouldn’t do too much heavy lifting

✰ speaking of heavy lifting, he will 100% ask you if you wanted a massage after your tiring day at work, and he will always deliver with the best massages

✰ your besties with sasuke btw, that was inevitable tbh

✰ he is an early riser, so you’re probably going to have to get used to that

✰ like sometimes he’d wake you up at the same time he does just so he can see your beautiful eyes 😭

✰ cuddles, cuddles, CUDDLES<3

✰ he’s in dire need of skin-to-skin contact, you just know it

✰ in fact, that’s how most of the morning goes when you’re just waking up

✰ overall, itachi is the type of guy to comfort you, be there for you, and just enjoy your presence anywhere you two are

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

u. sasuke

✰ less of a romantic compared to his brother, but that’s due to how shy and dense he is

✰ speaking of dense, you were the one that had to confess first bc there was no way he’d openly admit that to you without burning up in anxiousness

✰ sometimes, you’d have to show him that you wanted to be given affection for him to realize it since he doesn’t notice it himself

✰ but after many years of being together, sasuke will get some idea of when you want him to give you attention

✰ isn’t as big of a skin contact guy, but he is a SUCKER for some hand holding, so just hold his hand for him pls ;-;

✰ sasuke is definitely not about to open up about his feelings when he’s in a depressed state, but that doesn’t mean he wants to be completely alone

✰ give him the comfort he needs pls 😭

✰ DEFINITELY besties with naruto to the point that you even joke and prank sasuke with him, IMAGINE THAT WOW 👌👌

✰ he has his romantic moments sometimes when he surprises you with little gifts and acts of service

✰ will ALWAYS be down to go on a late night road trip or just a late night drive around the city with you

✰ in fact, he even gives you the aux/bluetooth for the tunes 👀

✰ when you’re in public, he HAS to keep your hand in his just bc he is afraid of losing you, just like with itachi

✰ super domestic like he wouldn’t normally go out during the day and would rather relax with you at home

✰ obsessed with watching movies late at night with you in his arms and a couple of blankets along with popcorn and other snacks

✰ you guys definitely own a cat, it’s a necessity i’m not sorry ✋️

✰ the two of you probs cook together since neither of you are the BEST of cooks

✰ still, the dishes you two make are just 👌👌

✰ when you guys go shopping, he insists on holding ALL of the bags bc he’s just not about letting you hold onto them on your own

✰ then ofc you guys go to the food court and he gets the most sweetest flavored drink ever, and you’re just wondering how he drinks it

✰ all and all, sasuke is your number one reserved and shy boi, but he is a good one to have some good old fun with

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hardstraykidshours · 1 year

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ok but my only thoughts rn are hard (and i mean ruthless) dom chan laughing at overstimulated reader crying , idk just something about guys chuckling or laughing at you during steamy time gets me-

but also throw a praise kink mixed with a TINY amount of degradation in there and im 🫠🫠🫠

ooooooooooook but anon. bestie. wow. let me tell you, you are really onto something here. phew. we've never written anything like this for chan but holy shit, the gears in my little brain were turning. also chan would absolutely be the type to shower you in adoration and praise after degrading you and im-

anywaaaaaays, i hope you like it! it was so fun to write.

<3 courtney & abbie

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pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: smut, little bit of fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 917

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, hard dom!chan (but also he is a softy too), sub!reader, overstimulation, crying, low key dacryphilia, spanking, mention of multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), degradation, name calling, low key dumbification if you squint???, praise, pet names, masturbation (m), cum play, finger sucking, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

“chan,” you whimper, voice muffled from your face pressing into the mattress. “chan, please.”

chan is kneeling behind you, one hand holding your arms behind your back to keep you face down and ass up for him, the other rubbing swift circles on your clit, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.

“what does my little slut need?” he asks, hand leaving your clit momentarily to deliver a sharp smack to your ass, making you moan in pleasure as the sting of his hand against your skin lingers on you for a while.

“feels so good…but…but…” you mumble.

you’ve lost track of how many times chan has made you orgasm tonight. whether it be from his mouth, his fingers, his cock, or everything in between, he’s been milking you of every last ounce of pleasure you have in your body. and although each one has been incredibly enjoyable, your pussy and clit are quickly becoming overstimulated. it feels amazing, but you’re feeling everything with so much more intensity that it’s becoming a little overwhelming.

“but what?” he grits through his teeth as he delivers another firm spank, pushing your back to make you arch further into the mattress.

“but…too intense,” you finally manage to get out, tears pricking up in your eyes from all the sensations.

you do your best in your current position to turn your head to look back at chan, tears continuing to well up. he must have noticed, because before you know it, he’s flipping you over so you’re laying on your back as he settles down between your legs.

“do you want me to stop?” he asks, eyes dancing across your face as worry seeps through his voice.

“no, no, please don’t stop,” you practically beg. he immediately pushes himself back into you and continues with the same ferocity as before, hand making its way between your legs to rub your clit. he moans when he feels the way your warm walls envelope his cock as he rocks in and out your cunt, and you mewl each time you feel his dick hit that sweet spot inside you.

you feel incredible, but tears begin forming your eyes again from your overly sensitive clit and pussy. eventually a few start to run down your cheeks from the acute sensation of everything going on between your legs.

chan smirks down at you and begins to chuckle. “look at you, crying because of my cock. overwhelmed with the way i fill up your pretty little pussy.”

“channie...feels so good…i’m just…just really sensitive down there…feels so intense…” you whimper out between breathy moans as another tear falls down your cheek.

hearing you say this, something immediately switches in chan. he loves making you cum and bringing you pleasure, but he knows how extreme your overstimulation can get, so he immediately slows down his movements. he continues to grind into you at a sedated pace while he rubs small, soft circles on your sensitive bud.

“you’re doing so well for me, baby girl,” he praises as he presses his lips to your temple. “taking me so well. you feel so good. and you’re so beautiful.”

you clench around him at his words, eliciting a hearty moan from chan. he peppers gentle kisses all over face.

“do you have one more in you?” he whispers before softly kissing your neck.

you nod quickly. “yeah.”

“you really are so beautiful,” he states as his gaze roams your body, continuing in earnest as he pumps into you and circles his finger on your clit. “cum for me, pretty.

your orgasm washes over you with just as much ferocity as every other one he’s wrung from you tonight. Your walls flutter around his cock as your thighs shake under him. You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure, causing the last few tears that were glossed over your eyes to fall down your cheeks.

“good girl,” he coos as he uses his thumb to wipe your tears while you come down from your high. he pulls out of you quickly, not wanting to cause you any more overstimulation.

he takes his cock in his hand and jerks himself off until his high comes washing over him as well. moans and chants of your name fall from his lips as he spills himself across your stomach.

once he catches his breath, he looks down at your abdomen and sees the mess he made. taking his index and middle finger, he runs his fingers through the cum that paints your skin before bringing them to your mouth.

“suck,” he commands. you take his fingers in your mouth, moaning around them as your tongue works to clean off every last drop. chan doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more erotic than your plush lips wrapped around his fingers.

“you ruin me,” he says with a slight moan as he kisses along your jawline, slowly removing his fingers from your mouth. a faint blush forms on your face as you let out a shy giggle.

chan collapses on the bed next to you, and you turn to kiss him on his cheek.

“sorry if tonight was too much,” he says, brows furrowed in concern.

“don’t be sorry. you listened when i told you it was too much, and i appreciate that,” you reassure him as you scoot closer to intertwine your legs with his as you lay your head on his chest. “believe me, i enjoyed every last second of it.”

“me too,” he agrees. “i love you.”

“i love you, too,” you respond with a gentle kiss to his lips.

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Can you write a little scenario where Malcolm falls asleep in the office and when he starts having a night terror, the reader is the only one who can calm him down and lull him back into a peaceful sleep? I actually recently did this with a friend of mine who has ptsd- all I could think of to do was hum a song, and she woke up a while later and was like 🥴 "wow that was the best nap I've had in a while". And she thought it was just her being at my place with me, and I didn't have the heart to tell her she had a nightmare, because that was the one time she didn't remember it. 😭 Also I think I might be in love with her, idk how this ask ended up as a confession

Hum Me Something Soothing

(Malcolm Bright x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: Mention of nightmares

Word Count: 571

A/N: First of all—HOLY SHIT! Second of all—I hope you don’t mind that I used your confession as inspiration for this. I also need an update. Did you tell her? What’s going on? I am fully invested in this saga and am shipping it so hard! And thank you for the request and for being so patient! I really hope you enjoy it!

Working with Malcolm Bright was a little like working with a cross between a child and a German Shepherd. He was duty-bound and protective, mixed with unpredictability and chaos. Also, like a child, he would run himself until exhaustion. However, you couldn’t blame him.

These cases had kept the entire precinct up for the past few days. Really, it was a miracle Malcolm was finally sleeping. Gil basically had to lock him in his office and order Malcolm to nap on the couch.

He’d been in there an hour now. You sat at your desk beside the window into the office, your view of Malcolm partially obstructed by the blinds.

You leaned back to stretch and noticed movement from inside. Malcolm seemed to be curling in on himself, his fists clenched and sweat glistening on his forehead.

Your heartbeat picked up. You knew about the nightmares and how secretive Malcolm was about them. So, as calmly as you could, you slipped in and shut the door, kneeling beside him.

You weren’t entirely sure how to soothe him. All you could think about was how you wanted to comfort him. Then you remembered that song your parents sang to you before they tucked you in. They always switched off every line or so, and it never failed to lull you to sleep.

With a deep inhale, you hummed that song as you stroked his hair off his face. The creases in his forehead slowly smoothed out, and his hands and shoulders relaxed.

His hair was soft beneath your steady touch, and he still smelled of his cologne even after being here all day: earthy and sweet. You rarely saw him vulnerable like this, and a selfish part of you wished you could keep him this way. Maybe then he’d find a little peace.

A few minutes had passed, and he had yet to fall back into that terrible space in his mind. You carefully rose and retreated back to your desk. Hopefully, he’d sleep a bit longer.

Finishing your reports was simple enough. A half-hour later, you were ready to take your turn on Gil’s couch when Malcolm emerged.

He walked over to the chair against the side of your desk and sat.

“Good nap?” you asked, closing out your computer.

“Best I’ve had in a while.” His brow furrowed in confusion, trying to figure out why that was when he had slept on Gil’s couch a few times already. It never held back the nightmares before.

You kept a neutral expression. You didn’t want Malcolm to know. Best in a while. You were happy to let him believe he had a dreamless sleep—he deserved that much.

“Maybe I should take it for a test run then,” you joked, meeting his gaze.

Malcolm let out a small laugh. “Guess it depends on if you want a stiff neck.”

You scrunched your nose. “I’ll pass.”

He chuckled again and checked the time on his watch.

“Want to go grab a bite? I’m starving,” he asked, looking at you through his lashes.

You nodded. “Diner down the block?” You both stood.

“Their burgers sound great right now.”

You walked to the exit side by side, waving goodbye to your coworkers. As Malcolm held the door open for you, you gave him a small smile in thanks.

And at that moment, looking into his soft eyes, you realized something.

You were in love with him.

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yikimiki · 3 years

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thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

#eren smut #eren jaeger x you #eren yaeger headcanons #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #eren x you #eren headcanons #aot smut #snk amut #attack on titan smut

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ressjeon · 3 years

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washed on | kth (m.)

pairing: fratboy!tae x sororitygirl!reader

summary: Taehyung’s heated stares were what drew you in at first and you think he seemed shy since you’re shameless though he’s confusing you the more you see him. Is he just planning all of this or are you also too fixed to see past what he’s been showing you? So who’s really playing here, you or him?

rating: 18+

genre: smut, PWP ig lmao, carwash!au, frat!au, strangers/enemies to lovers?

word count: 6k

warnings: dirty talk, use of lube (yes, normalize this), hand kink, size kink, protected/unprotected sex, rough sex, outdoor car sex (at the back of her pick up truck), dom/sub/switch undertones, soap/breast play, brief tit slapping and oral (m.), pussy slapping, riding, finger sucking, handjob, fingering, spanking, orgasm denial/delay (we back), brief voyeurism (accidental), Tae really loves tits and he fucks reader with his jacket on her ;).

a/n: surprise mfers, this is my first Tae fic here and a PWP of him (acts surprised). this simple sexy banner is made by my marsy @joheunsaram who started this Hot Summer Boy collab with six other amazing authors!. i procrastinated as usual so i removed some scenes but idk it's just pure filth so enjoy 😜

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It’s the way he keeps staring at you thinking that you don’t notice him.

The way he averts his eyes away from you shyly when you smirk at him.

Kim Taehyung, Beta Tau Sigma’s good boy.

Or you think he is?

When you first heard the news of their frat’s charity fundraiser, you don’t waste any more time and immediately pass by their frat house to see the simple car wash set up in their parking lot, with many customers already. Of course, they’re all hot so it’s obvious that people would swarm them at once.

You park your car from a distance across the street so none of them will recognize you of course. Who will think that you’re driving a silver pickup truck when it’s way bigger than you? You just want to, for a change and don’t boys want girls that are different these days? That’s what they always say to you.

You want to find out if Taehyung’s really what he is every time you interact with him. The shy and quiet type that is usually your type, well not really but sometimes you love training them, boosting their confidence until they establish themselves on their own. It makes you proud, how it’s because of you.

It’s early afternoon when you decide to finally visit their car wash to hopefully woo any of them as your sorority sisters instructed even if you already told them that you have your pick a long time ago.

You open the door of your pickup truck, slowly coming down from its steps and you can already feel their eyes on you. Who wouldn’t look? Aside from your car, you’re wearing these denim shorts that are almost showing half your ass paired with this loose fishnet top, your bright coloured sports bra on the view.

Taehyung’s heart was already racing the moment he saw your car earlier. He knows it’s you because he always notices how you just pass by sometimes, smirking at him through your window and though his friends keep teasing him how you’re so into him, he won’t falter.

For now.

He pretends to not see you when you’re walking towards him while saying hi to his frat brothers, busying himself with pulling the hose and arranging the buckets around.

“Hi Tae~” you smile sweetly at him and his friends whistle at that.

You’ve been calling him that name now, why go on full names when you’ve accustomed to each other and if he didn’t really want you calling him with the cute nickname he should’ve told you off a while ago.

Taehyung tries to ignore you but when you come in front of him, tilting your head while leaning down to watch his expression he can’t help his eyes from looking down at your chest.

where your very tempting breasts are.

He unconsciously runs his tongue between his lips, a habit that you notice since the first time you met him. Cute. You smirk when you noticed and give him playful smile.

“You’re not even greeting me? I was hoping you would wash my car” you pout and that brings his eyes back to you.

“I have many customers waiting” he responds softly with his deep voice, gesturing to the many cars that have been waiting for him.

“You really won’t do me?”

Taehyung blinks at your question because he can clearly hear the double meaning of it even if you said it unintentionally.

“Yow Taehyung, i can take hers if you want” his frat mate Jimin muses and he tries his best to not give any expression that will give away anything.

You turn to the attractive boy who's offering you his services and would you say no? of course not.

Besides, you're already lowkey upset that Taehyung rejects you again. It’s humiliating since everyone here knows about your fixation on the boy for a while now.

Your sorority sisters keep questioning your pining over Taehyung when you're capable of sleeping with anyone you want.

But you don't want those guys, you want him.

Taehyung sees your face fall for a bit before you walk away from him to Jimin. He shouldn't feel guilty because he does have a lot of clients waiting already but he still does.

The next time you visit, you made sure that his other frat brothers aren't there so you can finally bring your plan into action.

Today, you're wearing even shorter shorts from last time and a plain shirt without a bra underneath. You were in a hurry so you just grabbed the first pair of clothing that you can find, not as you care anyways. You're still upset that Taehyung didn't even give you the reaction you were hoping for last time when you dressed up.

Taehyung is annoyed at being in charge of cleaning up the entire car wash set up on their last day while the rest of his fraters are out eating lunch just because he refused to clean your car days ago. He’s momentarily distracted after hearing a car engine stopping by, turning around to see you again with a pretty scowl on your face.

You're already not in the mood after seeing his frustrated expression so you turn around to go back to your car but a gasp comes out of your mouth when you feel the cold water seeping on your shirt. You turn to him and see that he’s a bit drenched too but not as soaked as you.

"I already got your rejection last week, no need to remind me" you deadpan as you roll your eyes but you raise your eyebrow when he doesn't answer you.

He didn’t mean it, it was an accident but he can already see the growing annoyance in your eyes. He’s just taken aback at you coincidentally coming here when he’s obviously alone. Did you plan this?

Taehyung gulps while looking at your outlined breasts, your wet shirt making your perk nipples very visible. His frustration seems to vanish the moment he sees them and he slips into his own world that he doesn't notice you walking towards him and grabs his unoccupied hand to your chest.

You smirk as you put your hand on top of his and squeeze one of your tits, the firm touch from his hand making you hiss out loud.

It’s embarrassing how quickly he can make you release those sounds, you're better than this and you were gonna pull back when Taehyung's hand squeezes it again but harder this time, causing you to whimper when he flicks his index finger on your perched nipple.

"i'm sorry.." he whispers and that snaps you out of your trance to look at his captivated eyes that never shifted from staring at your tits.

You remember what he did last time so you bat his hand away from your chest and step back, earning a whine from him when you scoff.

"For what exactly? You only apologize when you finally get to touch my tits that you've been eyeing since day one" you bark and you see his eyes widen even further as he looks back at you.

“I didn’t mean to reject your car i swear, i can wash it now if you want” he reasons quietly while still staring at your tits and you scoff, walking even closer to him than before.

“Sure, but i was still embarrassed in front of everyone so how are you going to say sorry huh?” you taunt and see the guilt swimming in his eyes.

For a second, you feel bad for being too harsh on him, that is until his hand grabs your waist, resulting in you colliding with his toned chest.

You try looking up at him but you see him staring at your cleavage already, you would’ve thought he’s adorable while getting lost in them but arousal pools on your core when you see his tongue out on his lips again.

"..wanna see" he whines, and who are you to deny him?

Seems like this is how he’s going to say sorry so you smile flirtily at Taehyung before pulling the hem of your shirt up to finally expose your breasts to him.

Taehyung’s eyes widened at your bold move, he didn’t think that you’ll actually do it out here in the open but then again, he’s heard of you around so he knows how freaky you could be.

He's still staring at you so you opt to grab his hand and pull him towards your pickup truck, climbing up at the back and you grin back at Taehyung when he follows you.

You instructed him to sit down and lean back on the sides while you strip down the rest of your clothing and hang them on the sides, leaving you fully naked under the heat of the sun that makes Taehyung feel like he’s been hypnotized.

god he looks so hot with his denim shorts bunched up so you can clearly see his legs, finally. it’s a rare sight because he usually wears bottoms that cover them so you’re absolutely smitten right now.

Taehyung breaks away from his trance when he sees you straddling his lap. You don’t do anything but stare at him so he’s quite confused. He tests his theory of what you want when he raises his hands to hold the sides of your breast.

You gasp when Taehyung starts circling his thumbs on your nipples, his eyes are still observing every expression that you make. One of your hands that are on his neck moves to his fluffy, dark hair to move his bangs away from covering his defined eyebrows that you love.

Taehyung surprises you when his head suddenly drops down your chest, you can feel his breath against your skin and you would’ve grabbed his hair until he suddenly pecks one tit before he bites your nipple.

“so y/n, i’m a good actor aren’t i?” his deep voice startles you and you can feel his lips quirk against the curve of your breast as soon as he releases you. You’re still stunned so you don’t answer him but he tweaks your other nipple so you reply at once.

“i-how?”

“you have favourites, gotta make sure i catch your attention too” he winks before hoisting you up.

Taehyung leaves you to get down from the truck and you’re curious about what he’s searching for. You’re still thinking of what he said about favourites, did he especially act like a good boy so you would notice him?

He comes back with a large bone-shaped sponge that’s clearly used for washing cars.

"Tae–what are you doing?" you look at him in confusion and he sees the disgust on your face while eyeing the sponge he’s holding.

“Chill, this is a new one. You really think I would use some dirty sponge on these beautiful tits?” you clench at his words and he seems to notice it when his eyes travel down to your bare pussy.

“Did you just clench? Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl” he chuckles and reaches out to slap one of your breasts and you moan.

“Tae please” you whine, biting your lower lip and starting crawling toward him but he stops you.

“Don’t move” he orders and you sit back down above your legs, waiting for him like a good girl.

Taehyung places the bottles that he’s been holding in his other hand on the back seat floor, a bottle of liquid soap and lube.

Your insides thrum in excitement at what he's planning to do. You still can't believe how this boy turned from a good boy to this demon who's smirking at you right now.

"Taehyung" you whimper impatiently and rub both of your arms.

The sun's harsh rays are making your skin itchy with how hot they are plus you're literally fully naked at the back of your pickup truck. You see him taking off his light jacket and you smile genuinely when he places it around you.

"to protect your skin" he replies nonchalantly but you beam regardless since the gesture is sweet.

Taehyung doesn’t bother taking his shirt off because it’s soaked already, he just pulled down his now heavy denim shorts after retrieving a foil packet from his pocket.

Your eyes widen after seeing the size of his dick, it’s very swollen with the tip so swollen when it slaps against his white shirt. He starts stroking it for a bit while looking playfully at you before tearing up the condom packaging.

You immediately rush to him, kneeling in front of his dick as you grab it and start stroking down, surprising Taehyung at your eagerness that he almost drops what he’s holding.

He groans at the sight of you only wearing his jacket while jerking him off. He notices you staring at his hands and he smirks, moving the tips of his fingers to trace your lips before urging your mouth to open so he can shove them inside.

You swallow his fingers like how you would swallow his dick and Taehyung curses when your other hand fastens its pace on stroking him.

"you love my fingers?" he rasps while thrusting his hips into your tight fist.

"mhmm" you moan around his fingers and look up to him, watching him getting lost in his own pleasure.

He’s close.

So you start caressing his wrist, your index finger then tracing the little bone on it while tugging on his thin bracelets.

"fuckfuckfuck, you're a sin, you're a fucking sin" he moans as he fucks your hand relentlessly in sync with your hand. If it isn’t for his occupied hand, he would’ve grabbed your head to suck him off.

You let go of his fingers just in time for his release, leaning your body backwards so the spurts of his cum land directly on your breasts.

“Shit!...damn…” he rasps after looking down at you, seeing you being mesmerized at the sight of him, that your mouth is gaping even when your hand is still milking his dick.

“You cummed a lot Tae” you whisper in wonder and look down at your tits that are coated with his cum.

“Let’s get you clean up” he sighs with content and gets off the truck to pick up the hose from earlier.

Taehyung climbs back up after turning the water on low volume, picking up the liquid soap from the floor mat before motioning you to move back and lean on the back window of your pickup truck.

You look up at him innocently but yelp after he sprays the hose on your tits, sighing at the cold water hitting your scorched skin.

"Thanks" you smile and sit up so you can stand but Taehyung stops you.

"I'm not done with you yet" he states, his voice turns deeper than it already is and you raise your brow at him.

Taehyung doesn't wait for you to reply and opens the soap bottle before pouring it on your chest. You let out a shiver at the cold, sticky feeling but you moan right after when you feel a slightly rough material brushing your nipples.

You open your eyes to see Taehyung focusing on rubbing the liquid soap around your tits, sticking his tongue out in concentration and you’re getting frustrated because you want more.

“Taehyung~” you whimper when he circles the sponge on your stiffened buds, grabbing his wrist to push the sponge more to your tits.

“What? Not enough still?” he chuckles and grabs the hose, spraying the water on your chest to wash off the bubbles surrounding them before throwing away the hose and latching his mouth on one of your tits.

You instantly grab his soft, fluffy brown hair but you realize the flowing water on the truck floor so you pull his hair up and turn your head sideways to let him know.

Taehyung just groans and turns to turn it off, mumbling about the water fee and something about saving water. He looks cute while pouting so you grab his shirt and press your lips on him, you did it out of impulse and you are hesitating now when he freezes on the spot.

You start to move away but Taehyung instantly grabs your neck and opens his mouth to kiss you fully. You close your eyes and let him deepen the kiss when he asks for entrance, pulling him closer to you so that your naked chest collides with his clothed one, making you yelp at the contact.At this, Taehyung descends his kisses to your jaw unto your neck, his other hand that's holding the sponge earlier is now squeezing your other breast. You moan when he tweaks it, pulling his hair harder, earning a groan from him.

"Taehyung...want–" you gasp between heavy breaths when his other hand that was holding your neck is now kneading your other breast.

"hmm? want me to fuck you?" he hums against your wet skin and you nod vigorously, not caring about looking desperate for his cock.

He releases you and stands up to sit back on the other edge of the floor, his back leaning on the tailgate. You watch him pull the foil packaging from earlier out of his breast pocket and tear the edge with his mouth while pumping his very hard dick, finally putting on the condom that you disrupted before.

Taehyung motions you to come to him and he bites his lips when you start crawling to him with those innocent eyes of yours that he knows are fake when he sees the playful smirk on your pretty face.

“Like what you see Taetae?” you muse with that alluring voice of yours, emphasizing your words with extra sways of your hips and you chuckle when you see his eyes follow its directions while biting his lips even more.

You yelp when he suddenly grasps you, his eyes switching from being mesmerized to being predatory.

“Very much, now ride me” he demands voice husky that lulls you in positioning yourself on his lap.

He grabs the other bottle and opens it, pouring a small amount of liquid on his fingers

"it's waterproof and silicone-based" he winks at your perplexed reaction.

"you planned all of this?" you ask with wonder.

"fucking you? of course, been craving this pussy since day one" he smirks at you and moves his lube-covered fingers to your core.

You hiss at the cold contact before moaning instantly when Taehyung starts rubbing your clit before tracing your folds slowly.

"Tae don't tease please" you whine when his fingers don't do further, only rubbing your clit faster and then slowing down when tracing your core.

"But you teased me for so long, you can't even wait?" he tsks and you lower your head in embarrassment.

"this one's different-ohhh" you meekly reply before moaning when he suddenly plunges his long fingers into you.

"hear that? your pussy's fucking wet for me already" he mocks and your cheeks warm at his lewd words and the squelching noises

You whine as you toss your head back and start grinding on his fingers. It's not long when he hits that soft spot inside of you that you can't help but look down into his brown eyes.

Gone is the shy boy you keep teasing and chasing for months. This is someone else, not the Taehyung that you know and honestly this just added to your fascination with the gorgeous frat boy.

Taehyung holds your waist to assist you as you grab his swollen dick towards your soaked pussy. You look down at his sheer size, and though nervous you're still anticipating the stretch.

You grab his shoulders firmly as you slowly slide down on his dick, hissing and whimpering even only with the initial stretch.

"b-big..Tae.." you whimper and close your eyes, you're not even halfway yet and you already feel so full of him.

"yeah? fuck you're so tight–"he groans after, burying his face to your breast while breathing heavily. You're gripping him so tightly he isn't sure if he can move.

"i d-don't think it w-will fit" you cry in frustration while digging your nails on his shoulders, making him hiss at the slight pain through his shirt.

"it will, come on your pretty pussy can take it" he smugly whispers and grips your waist, pulling you even closer to him and making you slide deeper into him.

Taehyung grits his teeth when he bottoms out, your warm walls are turning his thoughts into only focusing on you. You’re taking over his mind and he doesn’t think that he’ll stop anytime soon.

You’re hugging Taehyung now, your hands that were previously on his shoulders move to grasp his neck as you start bouncing slowly on him. He kisses your neck to distract you from the slight discomfort from adjusting to his size. He should’ve used more lube but he got so distracted by your naked body on his lap that all he can think of is fucking you.

It doesn’t hurt thanks to the lube but your pussy’s still not used to his girth. No doubt he’s the biggest you’ve ever had and you grin at the thought that after so many months, you’re finally having this dick that you’ve been craving for.

One of Taehyung’s hands leaves your hips to grab your tits, pinching the curve of your breast to tease you again so you lean back to give him leeway to let him do his favourite thing to do.

Playing with your tits.

His large hands that were squeezing the sponges earlier are now squeezing your tits instead and you smile cheekily at the delicious feeling of his hands, arching your back more to him.

“Pretty..fuck–so pretty” he chants mindlessly and begins fucking up into you, immediately hitting the bundles of nerves inside you, making you scream.

"tight..shit"

"fuck, you look so pretty wearing my jacket while i'm fucking you"

You keep clenching on each of his words, his deep voice groaning beside your ear and it’s pushing you to your release. As if on cue Taehyung grips your hips tightly, pausing your pace and you look at him in disbelief but you only see mischief in his eyes.

Does he want you to beg or is he waiting for something else?

“T-taehyung?..” your shaky plea sounded like a whisper because you’re still dazed from your hindered release.

“Get up, i wanna go deeper” he states hurriedly, standing up at once to get off from the car.

You’re still in confusion but you follow him regardless, not caring how you both could’ve been seen in your public indecency all this time.

Deeper? He’s already reaching you deeply with that angle and then it struck you.

He wants more control.

Taehyung grabs you as soon as your feet to the ground, his tense touches making you realize that he’s also close. You turn your back at him to hold the railing of the tailgate and bend yourself towards him, sticking your ass out as much as possible.

“Hurry-”

You yelp suddenly when you feel his hands land on your left butt cheek, while his other hand is moving the hem of the jacket further up to reveal your full ass on him.

“So impatient..you’re always spoiled hmm? Always getting what she wants..” he mocks you again and you just whimper in return, too frustrated and you may say something that’ll make him punish you after.

He sure can punish you all he wants but you need to cum first.

“Tae…”

He continues to tease, ignoring your whimper and just runs his hands from your ass through your sides.

You would've been touched at his caressing but you're too impatient right now.

"Taehyung—" you whine and smack the edge of the tailgate, a little annoyed at his teasing.

"Hmm?"

He chuckles behind you and lines himself up but before he can, you reach behind to stop him.

"Off, Taehyung" you whisper and a surprised expression etches on Taehyung's face.

"W-what?"

Taehyung thinks he’s hearing things but you tug his forearm again when he doesn’t move.

"fuck me raw"

"Yeah? want my bare cock on this tight pussy?”

"y-yes please, please"

You don't care if he teases you after this, or if he's gonna tell his brothers how you crumble under his hands this fast.

Reputation be damned, you want his dick.

Taehyung removes the condom as you needily requested and lines himself up, slamming his hips into you.

"Shit—it's like you became tighter, fuck"

You actually scream when he enters you which has never happened to any fucks that you had before.

Taehyung doesn't move immediately, he's shuddering a little because of the warm sensation of your bare walls around him. He doesn't think he can fuck any pussy with a condom now if it's this good.

You thought you were going to be used to it but no, the slight discomfort is still there but you're glad that the raw feeling of him takes over, distracting you from it.

He can't wait anymore, and he might cum inside of you if he doesn't start moving so he does.

"Tae—fuck!" you moan loudly when he instantly fastens his pace, his grip on your hips tightening

You hear him curse when you clench around him, you aren't teasing though, you're just so close already like he does.

"Deep..fuck—so good" you ramble and moan his name repeatedly, trying your best to grip the edge of the tailgate since it's slippery with your wet hands.

"I'm so fucking close—shit y/n"

"same, Taetae—ugh"

You drop your head down as you mewl when he starts hitting that spot inside you repeatedly. He really knows what he’s doing. You figure he was just teasing before to prolong this since you're both close already.

Everything is wet and Taehyung's losing his mind. He doesn't even care how the sun's scorching you both, his only focus is on fucking you, finally fucking you.

Your moaning must've been very loud because you hear a whistle above you, making Taehyung pause in his thrusts.

"i'm usually a deep sleeper but damn i wouldn't mind waking up to this"

The melodious voice is familiar to you because he was the one who saved you from Taehyung's rejection last week.

"Fuck off Chim, go back to sleep"

"Nah, i rather watch, this seems more interesting than the dream i just had"

You keep clenching after hearing Jimin saying the word "watch" but he says it in a shaky voice, making you realize it’s just a facade. Poor boy, you have other plans though.

"you like it?" Taehyung whispers and you couldn't almost hear him because of the excitement stirring inside you.

Taehyung clenches his jaw when you only answer by squeezing your pussy more so he slaps your cheeks again, prompting you to answer with a whine.

You turn your head backwards and look up to Jimin who's still frozen from catching you both from the window of his room on the 2nd floor. You grin playfully after and start grinding back to Taehyung's cock, winking at Jimin when you notice him getting flustered, his face reddening and mouth gaping at the sight.

But Taehyung suddenly grips your hips tightly, he must've recovered from the sight of you fucking yourself on his dick. You whine because of it, frustrated that he's pausing your movements when you're so close already but then he snaps his hips way harder than before, making you scream again in pleasure.

"you like him watching me wreck your pussy?"

“y-yes, fuck–”

Taehyung looks back up at Jimin, giving his best friend a finger and the boy finally closes his windows with frantic eyes, probably putting headphones on now to not hear any more noises that will traumatize him more.

You chuckle after hearing the loud sound of the window closing, you didn’t mean to scare Jimin off but those types of boys are your usual favourites well, until now.

Taehyung snaps his hips harder but he notices how you’re struggling on holding on to the tailgate so he stops his hips, earning another whimper from you.

You’re not sure how long you can take Taehyung’s teasing but you sigh in relief when you see him unlocking the tailgate to bring it down, yelping when he lifts your right leg to prop on it and enters you again.

It seems like he reaches you way deeper with the new angle, hitting your spot nonstop and it doesn't take long until you reach your peak with a whiny scream.

Taehyung moans loudly because of your throbbing walls and as much as he wants to come inside you, you're not saying anything so he pulls out and shoots his cum on your ass cheeks instead.

You cry at the empty feeling, shuddering at the warm and sticky liquid against your skin. Just as you're turning your head back to him, you feel the sudden blast of cold water on your ass, glaring back at Taehyung while he's cleaning you up.

“what?” he breathlessly chuckles as he drops the water hose to the ground.

“you didn’t cum inside me” you pout with a whine, facing him with your naked body that’s still under his light jacket and Taehyung’s dick twitches.

"why didn't you say so?" he breathes out, eyes staring at your swollen tits that are currently being squeezed by your arms around your chest.

You don’t answer him because you know he’s teasing you so you turn back to lift back the tailgate back and lock the sides before letting out a surprised yelp after Taehyung cages you

“Tae-”

"i'll fuck your tits later" he rasps behind your ear as he releases your breasts from his hold.

Taehyung's just kidding, he knows you're really just in a daze so he doesn't want to take advantage of that. You both have fucked enough outside that the neighbouring houses know what happened, not that he minds. He’ll fuck you anywhere you want, he's adventurous anyways.

“Here’s your jac-”

“You can dry up inside” he cuts you off with the offer and one of your brows raises.

"Really? Okay.."

No harm in entering their frat house right?

You both enter the house but you suddenly hear the noises of cars and some voices coming nearer after you shut the door. Taehyung figures out that they’re from his frat brothers coming home so he grabs your arm immediately, dragging you towards his room and locks the door just in time for the others to enter the house.

Taehyung gives you a plain shirt and a towel after you take off his light cream jacket, dry your naked body and put on the shirt.

You just stand awkwardly after, eyeing the locked door when you hear their voices pass by. Taehyung is just staring at you fondly, you look cute when you’re like this but he likes your bossy vibe more, it's what made him whip for you but he'll never tell you that for sure.

“i’ll clean up outside and put your clothes in the dryer, ‘mkay?”

Now, this is the Taehyung that you knew, not the one who fucked you ruthlessly earlier. He smiles at you and you did return his smile with a shy one.

“do you wanna nap while waiting?

This isn’t really part of the plan but napping isn't that bad, especially with how he fucked you earlier. You’re honestly exhausted so you nod at him and sit on the bed.

The booming bass from downstairs wakes you up from your sleep and you instantly squint your eyes around the dim-lit room you’re in. You feel the arm around your waist move, pulling your body towards the owner’s body.

You turn to look at Taehyung already smiling at you, his bread cheeks lighting up the room making you smile in return. Lifting the blanket you intend to get up but Taehyung’s hold tightens on you.

"stay y/n" he whispers and you refuse to look back at him.

"Tae, you know i never sta-"

"i don't care, stay" he cuts you off sternly, getting up from the bed now and you hate how he doesn’t have his shirt on because it made you turn to face him.

“your frat’s having a party-”

You’re trying to only stare at his face but his fit torso plus the small light illuminating his tanned skin so your eyes naturally scan his body which of course he notices.

Taehyung pulls you into him, causing you to grasp his shoulders and land the side of your arm against his firm pecs. His hand that’s holding your waist lifts the hem of his shirt that you’re wearing while his other hand starts kneading your ass.

"i'll fuck you all night if you stay" he whispers in your ear and you squirm.

A tempting offer but you need more, you heard that a lot already.

"i'll be your good boy, hmmm?" he rasps before biting your earlobe and begins leaving kisses along your neck.

To say you’re surprised at what he said is an understatement, he really is an observant one.

"i'll let you do what you want to me" he blows air on your skin and his left hand slaps your pussy, making you clench reflexively.

"Fuck you Taehyung" you hiss as a final attempt but you know he already won when you feel your wetness gushes out of your core, causing Taehyung to smile against your skin as he starts rubbing your folds.

"you will be fucked a lot, i’m not letting you go anytime soon"

I’LL EDIT THIS SOON ISTG 😭

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salsluv · 3 years

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heyy! I just love the aesthetic of your account! its soo pretty ♡. I loved your sal fisher headcannons, and was wondering if I could please request some more!!! ｡*ﾟ+

oki oki- soo the prompt: “I just want to be there for you.”

pretty much, could you please write a few hcs of things that sal would do/say to comfort his s/o (w/ maybe just a little sprinkle of smut). ;))

tysm!! ｡*ﾟ+

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/gen /pos /lh /g (if you don't know what these are these are 〜tone indicators〜)

SALLY FACE ɞ

sal fisher comforting you hcs.

sal fisher x gn!reader

mostly fluff, only a tiny bit of nsfw at the end.

a/n: i completely forgot that asks existed, idk how long this has been in my inbox, so i'm sorry if it seemed like i was ignoring this TT. also, ty for the love & for the tone indicators !! i'm nd so they're really helpful <3

NOT PROOF READ !!

ok so.

you are probably sal's first relationship. people don't really pay attention to him, especially not romantically (i'm assuming this. no hate to sal just people are a bit small minded).

anyway.

so because of the fact you actually love him, he loves & appreciates you !!

so so much.

therefore, he would do anything for you. he would fr die for you. he wants to be there for you & comfort you !!

most people hc sal as a bf who would be very good at comforting his s/o & i couldn't agree more.

as for things he would do.

if you were stressed, i think he would comfort by acts of service.

he would cook you food (he's a great cook, fight me on this), clean & chores etc...

basically, sal would be a great househusband, especially when you are stressed.

when you are sad, he would switch to affection, sweet words & quality time.

he would let you rant & talk about whatever is on your mind (while cuddling you ofc).

then he would reassure you & diminish all your worries & then finally he would put on a movie for the 2 of you while you cuddle~

ok now it's time for the spice ladies (& gents & everything in between).

ok nsfw time basically

i already see sal as a soft, passionate lover, but fuck this would increase when you need cheering up.

so i'm going to set this up this way. you just got home from school/work/whatever, having a really shitty day.

you didn't really want to talk about, just wanted to get it off your mind.

however, sal of course noticed. he is very observant.

he would ask what's wrong, getting ready to do whatever you needed.

when you told him it was nothing, he was a bit disappointed. how was he going to help if he didn't know what's wrong?

but that's when he got an idea ofc ofc.

he would wrap his arms around your waist, planting soft, loving kisses to your neck while saying.

"i just want to be there for you"

no other words would have to be exchanged.

one of his arms moves up to your hair, gently pulling your head back to be able to access your neck better, while the over moves down, resting on your backside.

he'd slowly move you to the bed, gently laying you down & removing all your clothes.

this would be all about you.

he'd softly push your legs open, before unclipping his mask & putting it to the side.

he'd lower his head, kissing & tracing a finger around your most sensitive parts.

i'm going to leave this here since i'm m trying to keep this gender neutral but we can all imagine what happens next :))

i hope this was ok !! sorry for little smut but 1. i'm terrible at writing it + wanted to keep it gn so yeah:)

#fanfic #fluff #headcanons #imagines #oneshots #writing #sally face #sally face smut #sally face x reader #sally face imagines #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader

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slasher-trasher · 3 years

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My first time requesting here!

Could you please do a headcanon where reader likes to wear an oversized clothes to the point where slashers can wear it and it would fit them? Like, they can switch clothes and it would probably be the same size? Idk how to explain, I'm sowwy!

You're free to ignore this request if you don't feel like doing it

Thank yous ahead!

A/N: Happy you're here! I love this request of course i won't ignore it! Also really really sorry this took so long! I didn't mean for it to take so long stuff got delted and i had to start from scratch!

Slasher x S/O who wears over-sized clothing

Warnings: sw3@ring, bl00d, murd3r

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Michael Myers:

-He would be very very confused,

-why is your clothes so damn big?!?!

-and why the hell would you wear such big clothing to where it could fit him??

-He would use your clothes and wear them after washing off in the shower.

-he would 100% acidently wear your clothes because they both fit the same!

-he saw you burried in big clothes and thought you were just dirty clothes, so he picked you up and moved you to the side, sorry not sorry

Jason Voorhees:

-he would never ever understand why you'd have such big clothes

-'Baby, some people like bigger clothes cause they're comfy~' his mother would tell him,

-he'd never truly understand it so he'd come to you for an explnation

-You'd explain why you loved oversized clothes so much and how they made you happy

-the next day, he gave you some of his clothes (that you washed dont worry) He signed that he doesn't want them anymore and you can have them

-he'd never mix up your clothes because to him they're is an obvious difference between the two

-he'd never steal your clothes on purpuse

Freddy Krueger:

-He'd steal your clothes on purpouse, maybe even tear them for his glove... on purpouse

-he'd hide your clothes, and when you do laundary, he'd take your dirt clothes, and wear them in front of you

-he'd be nice... sometimes, and in the dream world, he'd give you more clothes for you, but don't mention it he'll stop

Chucky:

-He can't even wear them if he tried...

-he would question you everytime you wear them

-"whats the point!!!"

-he wont listen anytime you tell him why

-he'd use your clothes as many things: a blanket, a towel, a rag to wipe blood off...

-he wouldn't care if you yell at him, he would disrepsect your clothes

Brahms Heelshire:

-He would steal your clothes to see if they fit

-we all know the doll of Greta, well, its now you

-he'd be aggravated when the clothes would be way to big to fit the doll

-he'd steal your clothes regardless and use them as his own clothes, or his blanket...

-depends on his mood,

-he'd try and steal ALL your clothes, giving you no clothes to be with unless it's his

-"come on y/n! they're the same size, would it matter?"

Bo Sinclair:

-he would steal your clothes and wear them right in front of you!

-"stop wearing such big clothes, i want to see your pretty body?"

-of course you don't do that, Vincent defends you saying fashion is ones expression

-he wouldn't care but he will stop picking on you and let you wear more of his own clothes,

-he'd keep presisting you that his clothes are better, so you stole them all and left him with no choice but you to wear your clothes..

-he got picked on by his brothers

Vincent Sinclair:

-he saw it as a form of art

-if you liked oversized clothing, than thats the way you express yourself

-he'd try and sew you more clothes

-he'd make SO MUCH ART of you in your clothes, he just loved it so much

-one day he wore your clothes but didn't notice until you pointed it out

-you wear his size!!!

-he'd love to give you some of his clothes, and you two would wear eachothers clothes <3

-he'd love cuddling you, you looked so happy and comfy

Lester Sinclair:

-Lester would 100% wear your clothes, cause he agrees there comfy

-he would let you know if he found some more clothes for you, he'll enevr tell you the history of them

-He would use your clothes for cuddling

-he'd jokingly use them as blankets, but they work as blankets, so now he uses them as blankets

-he would be proud of wearing your clothes, not caring what his borthers would think of him, or you :D

Billy Loomis:

-he would cuddle you, while wearing your clothes,

-Stu would ask for some and Billy would never ever give them away,

-he has a collection of your clothes, after he kills someone he'd cuddle your clothes as a stuff animal, trying to calm himself down

-he wouldn't wear your clothes to school, but he would 100% have them in his backpacks

Stu Matcher:

-he would wear them of course

-under the ghost face costume is your shirts

-Billy wants to use them to frame you but he REFUESES

-stu would also have a collection, and loves to have them around with him 24/7

-would rub them in Billy's face, he has a stable relationship!

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strawberry-nugget · 3 years

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𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 | E.Kirishima x Reader

Pairing: Kirishima/ reader, Bakugo/ reader (mentioned)

Summary: You shouldn't want him and he shouldn't want you, it's sinful and forbidden. But he can't help coming back to you, and you can't do anything but take him in every single time. Until today that is.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Aged up characters (twenties), NSFW 18+, plot with some p//rn but it's not very detailed, unprotected sex (please use condoms everyone), cheating, casual penetrative sex, jealousy, the seggz is pretty vanilla though

↪A/N: tennis player Kirishima, tennis player Kirishima, idk how I came up with it but I can't get it out of my head, written for @doinmybesthere 's 3k event collab and based on The Hills by the Weeknd, don't be shy to tell me if you liked it, I almost wrote 4k in a day which is unusual for me

5.30pm [Missed Call: Red]

5.31pm [Missed Calls(2): Red]

The bubbling notifications are spamming your phone, each call, succeeding the other in persistence and length, making your phone crawl onto your coffee table in restless buzzing. To your salvation the device is on silent; you're just unable to bear the overwhelming sound of your ringtone echo through the empty walls of your apartment, to let it bounce between concrete like a slimy ball, only for it to hit you on the face with tremendous force.

It's one of those days that you can't answer Kirishima. Too perplexed in the wields of your mind, blaming yourself for this horrendous situation, delivering raw swears at him for simply existing.

You don't know how it came to this nor when was the exact moment things switched. Was it at the party that you met him? Or the thousandth time you took him in and let him ruin relationship after relationship. Either way it was horrible for not only you, but also him, and all the people that have been caught up in the sidelines of this rotten affair.

You shouldn't want this anymore and truly, you don't. You're tired of being the second choice, of hiding behind your little finger, crying yourself to sleep at night, only to put on a sultry face for every time he comes. Once, twice a month.

[New Messages: Red]

Babe, you there?

Read 5.38pm

[New Messages: Red]

Babe I got practice at 8.

I know you're reading those.

Read 5.39pm

[Red is typing…]

[New Messages: Red]

I'm outside btw

A fresh, tremendously sharp wave of anxiety rushes through you at the little notification -it can't be like this again, not today. The thudder in your chest is unbearable, heart too weak to stomach the weight of your decision, fingers too reluctant to type out your response.

He's probably smirking while staring at his phone, not a single care in his head. It's loathing to your mind as you confirm your speculation, shooting a glance out of your window, landing your eyes on his car.

He shouldn't be here.

His thousands dollar car doesn't belong in your urban street, not in your side of the town. And it's so dangerous that he's doing this to see you. You've played the worst scenarios in your head a thousand times, millions of headlines on sites and the news about this; Eijirou Kirishima, on his way to claiming a fifth Grand Slam, caught in affair with university student.

Atrocious, degrading, exposing. A hit to his career that would bother the media for a couple of weeks and paint your name in mud along the way.

Why can't he just be content with the model that he's with? You're nothing like her, not as pretty and you don't have her body, you don't have her face, but he still says he finds you better, says he knows you better, but he just can't be with you.

[You]

Can't do it today

Sorry

You're good to yourself, only when you deny him and only when you feel the satisfaction of being the one to do so. It's pointless to sulk over saying no. He can go fuck other girls, play with their hearts and leave you to your otherwise peaceful life. Even if it is just for today.

You don't have the chance to let a smile creep to your face when your doorbell rings. The jiggling sound bursts into your eardrums once and twice, three dreaded times and they're enough to make your stomach churn, your neck tight and your skin ache.

You contemplate on opening the door for him, subconsciously letting yourself feel like a vulnerable prey, who, after running away to save yourself, is choosing to walk into the wolf's den, so willingly that you can feel yourself drifting away with each step you're taking towards the door.

"Babe,"

The swing of your door handle, the crack of your wrist, the creaking of your door as it opens to reveal him; they're all embarrassing. You can't tell if they fall short on his ears, too caught up in the way he looks -all swollen muscles and tall legs. You're running out of courage to say no and he knows this.

He's not as innocent as this cheeky smile frames him out to be, he's not the sweetheart everyone wants him to be either.

He's Eijirou, who's selfishly standing on your door, who's barging his way in your apartment, who's grabbing your cheeks and slamming your face in his, biting your lips until he draws blood, just to punish you for standing up against him.

Your door is slammed behind him, one bend of his knee and it's falling into its rightful place. To shield the sins of your affair, to bring you comfort and privacy as he attacks parts of your neck, your chest. Places that only squeeze perfectly under his touch.

"Babe," He calls again, in between soft kisses. "What's gotten into you?"

You frown and try to look away, past his cocoa colored orbs, past the swelling that's taking over his lips -and yours- with a numbing, tingling sensation.

"Eijirou—"

"I don't have much time in between training, I got a game the day after tomorrow."

It's always like this, you know. He doesn't have to tell you twice or try to excuse his own self for what he does or how he acts. You're pushed between schedules, or slammed into his timetable like a truck when he feels like indulging with you again, hidden between the lines of his free time.

You're sure at this point that it's the thrill he's after. The sinful taste of your lips on his, how he feels in control while chasing after you, when you can't keep up with him.

His lips don't taste like sour cherry anymore, but you let them wiggle against yours with triumph, you let him want to catch his breath as he pulls back and you put the minimum effort in returning the passion you receive.

You pull back, ignoring the words he's whispering against your face, only to take in his features once again.

Soft black hair pulled into a low ponytail, spiky bangs that fly all over his face and his tips drowned in a fiery, foxy red. The only reminder for who he was before his tennis career blew up. For who he was before he turned into this cocky womanizer whom you're desperately after with a longing heart.

"I'm just not in the mood today."

"Well let's get you in the mood then huh?"

He smiles, nose scrunching and chapped lips hiding behind his gums as his hand moves to your thigh, tagging your shorts with furry. As if he's desperate to have you, right here and now. As if bending you over the couch will help put out a fire in him. That's how he always convinces you to keep this going.

He's making you feel like not having you this way is insufferable.

You're buried in the crook of his neck while being pushed onto the couch, nibbling a soft spot that you've found, rubbing his skin on the top of your tongue. You know how to do this without leaving a mark, you can hold back from wanting to take all you can get from him.

But today it's different. It's going to be the last time.

It's not like any other time you've told yourself that you are going to end this. Today you're going to leave a mark, you're going to bite your way into his skin and drink from his poison -the intimate attention he's only ever willing to give- and you'll get drunk in it.

"Fuck," He grunts against your lips. "Fuck, don't stop that feels good."

You don't stop, eager to listen to him, to breathe into his neck before you wrap your lips a little lower and closer to his collarbone. You should be asking if this will cause him problems, but gone is the guilt that veils your coinsense otherwise. You suckle on a spot and then another, stealing his groaning moans one by one as they fall from his lips, plushing them softly in a spongy part of your brain, where they can rest forever, until you've forgotten them.

"Get your shirt off Eijirou," You plea, ogling eyes watering from the pressure that's applied in the apex of your thighs and he's quick to follow your command, lips curling upwards in a sweetheart smirk.

You're going to miss the way the apples of his cheeks cover his eyes when he smiles like this. But there's no going back for you and him.

With legs that feel like burning rubber you hug around his horse, watching the way his muscles flex and fold with his snappy movements. His shirt, tousled and wrinkly, tossed in an unknown corner of your living room, only for him to guess where it is after he's gotten his fix of you.

Thick fingers probe at your sides, pulling your shirt downwards in a silent plea, take off your shirt, give him the satisfaction that he wants, indulge into this as much as he wants you to.

But today, you're not in the mood for this. So instead of pulling your shirt off, you unbuckle your pants, pulling them down at the most dreadful speed, making him bite his lip impatiently.

You won't miss this, the way he's expecting so many things of you.

And if he notices something's wrong, he doesn't say a word, presumably content with getting what he wants; the rear view of the gap between your legs, where he can bury himself and get lost for the next thirty minutes.

"Fuck baby," he moans. "Why do you smell so good?"

You grunt, averting your gaze from his as he pushes your bangs away from your face with the back of his hand. You want to miss his puppy eyes. Ghosting him won't be easier for you if you don't.

But damn if he couldn't read you this well, things would be easier.

"Not in the mood to talk?" You look even further away to avoid the question, "babe, you can tell me if you're not well, you'll feel better if you let it out"

You don't need someone to tell you how to feel. You've decided when the two of you are going to be through. It's set and done, even if he feels at the top of the world right now, you won't inflate his ego anymore.

"M fine Eijirou, put it in," You bite his lip, putting huge effort in making him forget about what he thinks it's bothering you. "Want you to put it in m'kay?"

Sultry, fake voice, he's heard it all before and he doesn't have the right to call you out for it. Whatever he does next, you're his for the moment and for the last time.

Repeating is your rightful way of convincing yourself of not giving up on your decision. If only he could have broken up before deciding to wet himself in you, if only you hadn't taken him so eagerly, if only you hadn't become just like him. Welcoming him despite availability status, afraid to lose him, saying that a little sex wouldn't hurt. If you could do this on repeat, then you could get rid of him quite as easily.

You're not better than him and he's taken your vulnerability to him for granted. He's loved the attention you've paid him from time to time, whenever he's given you so much as a mere call.

You should pretend to moan, to hurt his ego, but as he's delving into you, slowly, mellowy, his kisses feel like burning sunshine, August breeze against your skin, kissing your shoulders lightly. It hurts that this salvation is coming from his mouth, as it moves rhythmically against every inch of you.

"Fuck, fuck, ah, you feel so good, you know that?"

You don't answer, nor do you wrap your lips around him. You don't move them against his when he goes to kiss you, but you coo into his warm embrace once his hands come to cradle you in a tight embrace.

"I love you," He slips up and you contemplate on whether you have to start hating him from this very moment. "I just wanna be with you, I—" He grunts. “—this is why you don't believe him, but nonetheless you hold a moan in as well. "Fuck, I'll break up just for you.”

Now that's a new one. A new addition to the long list of red flags you have with his name on top. You can't fall for it. You absolutely can't. If you do, he'll treat you just like this, he'll fuck behind your back and kiss you goodnight before going off to sleep with someone else. Like he's slept with you, once, twice, thrice.

And you're going to hate being the one who's fooled, despite deserving it more than anyone else. And another girl, or guy, is going to be his subject of desire.

You shouldn't want him to be yours, but you're lewding your 'I love yous' out of your mouth like they're nothing, poisoning your heart until there's nothing left but dust and sucked up blood, all devoured by the greed he's made you feel.

"You love me too?"

"I do," You cry, rocked between him and the couch, neck hurting by the way he's digging his teeth in yours.

"I'll fucking leave everything for you babe,"

He shouldn't. He won't. You tell yourself he's only saying this because he wants to come, to make you feel dirty with his actions and fish out words that make him ecstatic or send him over the edge from your mouth.

Rhythms are peaking, his hips burning from his movements, foreheads are dripping in sweat, lips taste salty against each other. The perfect picture, the most tingling sensation, and you're too fucked to go back, or keep yourself content with him. It feels the same as the last time, a numbing knot in your stomach, commanding you to rip your heart out and throw it away, spooning mewls out of your mouth.

If you could, you'd mute him, not wanting to listen to how beautiful he sounds as he's coming down from his high. If you could, you'd look away, and wouldn't try to burn the image of his body as he's falling apart in your mind.

"That was—" The sigh that leaves his chest through his mouth is liberating, you can tell—"amazing. I still love you, so much babe."

His hand soothing the pain of his thrusts, does nothing to make you feel better. You want to shove it away, but you don't, unhappy with the way you're turning out to be.

"It's time for you to go, Eijirou, isn't it?" You remind him. A hand pushing him off of you and quickly smoothing your T-shirt over your legs to deprive him of the view that'd make him wear a smug of triumph.

"So quick to get me to go. Did you find someone else again sweetheart?"

You don't reply as you're putting on your underwear and pants, shoving his shirt into him with a heavy hand.

"You did, didn't you?"

"None of your business, go off to your practice, your girl, don't patronize me anymore."

He gruffs, beautiful features scowling in that stormy gaze that reeks of his authority, "Here I am pouring my heart on you and you found someone else"

"Eijirou, it's seven thirty, if I were you, I wouldn't be late for practice. You got a game the day after tomorrow."

No more dealing with his pouting, you're going to bawl your eyes out if you have to do it. The sooner he's out of your house, the sooner you'll get this over with; the tight lamp in your throat, the image of him smiling at you like this, him admitting feelings that he shouldn't have.

Hurting him isn't the role that suits you. Because you can't do it. You can't hurt that warm sunshine he has on his face. He has to be the one to hurt you like he's been the one to drive you away. It's too late for him to change or reverse your roles.

You don't want to fight and he knows it.

He knows you, so well, well enough to use you as he wishes to, letting you believe you're using him too. You're going to make him watch you slip away, and he won't do anything about this.

So he's eager to leave as you're pushing him out of the door, he doesn't cup your cheek with his hand, and doesn't kiss your forehead tenderly like he always does.

"You should come to this party Mina is throwing, let me meet your new guy."

Like hell you'd ever do this, he knows, but teasing won't hurt a bit. Eijirou can deal with you dating other men, he's claimed you well before, he'll do it again if he has to, especially now that he's decided to have you.

"Yeah yeah, and if I do, don't ever call me again, 'kay?"

You're too good to not do as he says, or not to fall back to him, and he's too good to not come back to you. To him, you're a match made in heaven, to you, you're a lost cause, burning in the fiery pits of hell as atonement for your sins.

He doesn't know that you'll fall apart before dressing up, how you'll tell yourself you're not doing this for him, but as a statement against him.

You're no better than him, in fact, you're worse.

…

The only problem is, that when Eijirou pulls up at Mina's party after practice, you're already there. Drink in your hand, flared jeans hugging your legs, layered tank tops that cover the bruising truth of this evening, laughing at whatever your friends are saying.

When he puts out his phone, calloused fingers furiously typing a text addressed to you, you're too far gone into another glass, dancing a little dance before grabbing everyone's cups to go for a refill, greeting them in that silent way of yours, drunken smile.

And then you'll pass him by and blink at him, you'll mutter a small greeting and he'll grab you by the hand and whisper in your ear just how hard he'll take you driving the night. You'll swoon, moan, forget about the drinks and follow him anywhere he leads you.

That's how everybody knows about the two of you.

This time, though, you don't cast a single eye on him. In fact, you're tainting him, walking past him while ignoring him, leaving him awestruck and hurt, like his confessions earlier in the day meant nothing to you.

It's a hit to his heart, how your jaw drops as you bump into Bakugo over the kitchen counter, eyes too wide at the sight of him. How your finger dances playfully on his chest and as you smile at him when he whispers something in your ear.

It's infuriating how you drop the cups near the sink and follow Bakugo outside, or how the blond waves at him with a pressed smile against his lips, signaling that he'll be busy for a while.

His insides churn, tummy aching in a feeling of guilt, one unlike anything he's felt before. Losing you doesn't taste in the way he thought he would, it's worse; sour and poisoning. It makes him flee the party, furious and bitter.

When he's back, his body is heavy, feet dragging him across his apartment, mind blank as he follows his basic routine before bed time, fixated on how easy it seemed for you to just ignore him and flee with one of his friends as soon as he came over to the party he invited you to, wondering how you could be so ruthless with him all of a sudden.

Sweet talking Kirishima with a smile of gold, the sweetheart of the professional Tennis scene and you're over him in the split of a second, pushing him away from you without an explanation or heart wrenching speech. Not giving him the satisfaction of some closure, just forcing the cold tempo of your sudden departure in the depths of his heart.

He pays no mind to the girl that sleeps beside him, back turned to him like she's oceans apart, despite the unspoken bound that's keeping them together. He'll leave her, make up for all the damage that he's done, in any way that he can manage to.

It all comes down to the fact that no one can love you like he does, no one can want you like he does. Someone can do it better, but you have to want him.

5.30am [Missed Call: Red]

5.31am [Missed Calls(2): Red]

[New Message: Red]

Fuck, with Bakugo out of everyone?

Delivered: 5.31am

[New Message: Red]

Did you have sex with him?

Babe answer me.

Delivered: 5.32am

[New Message: Red]

I'm breaking up with her tomorrow morning.

And I'll come over.

Babe.

Babe please.

Delivered: 5.33am

[New Message: Red]

I'll take you on a date and we can talk about us okay babe?

Let me know when you wake up.

I love you.

So much.

Delivered: 5.38am

Read: 10.23pm

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Sorry 'Red' even if you sound like a total douche, cheeks forgot her phone at my place.

I bet on her answering your late night drama when she takes her phone back.

[Red is typing...]

Super thanks to @celestidarling for proofreading this and giving me the biggest pump of confidence to post

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summary: you were built in the image of the winter soldier and with that comes blood on your hands. you do your best to find any sort of repentance in your new life with the avengers - your new life living with, and being in love with, bucky barnes. when your past comes back to haunt your present... well, you're not sure you'll get a future.

word count: 9.2k

reader specifics: no race/gender/sexuality/body type mentioned, no pronouns for reader used, enhanced!reader, insecure!reader,

warnings: disocciation, trigger words used, brief descriptions of torture, ptsd symptoms, canon-level violence, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, brief discussions of sex

note: idk why but the fact that part 2 is under 10k got me feeling like it's a disappointment, what is the standard i have set for myself and why is it so detrimental to my self-esteem. also in this house we stan open communication, being honest with each other, and setting boundaries for healthy relationships (can you tell i've been in therapy for 4 years by reading my writing?)

title credit: fiona apple

part one: here

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When you wake up, it is eerily silent and terrifyingly familiar. You take stock of yourself first, letting your head hang with your eyes closed so that whoever has you doesn’t know that you’re awake. You’re strapped down to the Board - nothing more than a slab of metal that has room for straps to keep you from moving an inch - and the Mask is over your face again.

The first time they’d introduced the Mask, they’d explained it to you as if it would make you comply with the horror they were describing. Because your serum is better than the Winter Soldier’s, the intravenous tranquilizer they used on him won’t work on you. Your body would dispel the medicine too quickly and make you a danger to the agents working on trying to break you to their will. So they aerosolized it and pumped it through a clear mask that sat over your mouth and nose. At least they had the decency to prevent you from slowly suffocating on the constant gas-flow of tranquilizer by slipping a cannula over your nose and pumping oxygen in too. Just enough to keep you alive, though. Not enough to fuck with the sedation.

The gas tastes familiar and it burns your lungs as you struggle to stay awake through the lack of oxygen and the medicine. Your body doesn’t ache which is surprising because your last memory is getting your shit fully rocked in the fiery shockwave of an exploding grenade. You open your eyes and bring your head up, still struggling as the world spins around you. Your equilibrium is thrown off as your body redirects most of its energy to keep you awake, pumping you with adrenaline and hopefully some serotonin to help you fend off the grogginess. You get your bearings enough to look at the room you’re in, but you don’t have to look. It’s familiar.

They’ve brought you to the Programming Room. It’s clean, sterile, and has a grate in the middle of the floor for the lower-ranked agents to squeegee your blood into when you’re not cooperating, when you refuse to be programmed.

You saw this room almost every week for a long, long time. It’s familiar and, in a sick and fucked up way, sort of comforting. At least Hydra isn’t switching it up. Your eyes begin to adjust to the low light and the way the room is spinning and that’s when you notice the chair directly opposite you, halfway between the grate and the wall just like you are. You’re not stupid, you know that it’s Bucky in that chair, but your mind doesn’t let you wrap your head around it.

He wasn’t even anywhere near you when the grenade exploded. He can fight, he can kill, he can maim. You know that he’d rather die than be strapped down in a fucking Hydra Programming Room so what the hell is he doing here?

You try to speak and then clear your throat when you can’t make a noise. “Bucky,” It comes out near-silent and hoarse, but it makes his shoulders move. “Jes’ Christ, Bucky.” He groans and shakes his head, making you squint. God, the medicine makes it so hard to think, to remember anything before you began breathing it in. Is that blood on his thighs? In the low-light it reflects the bulbs every time he shifts, moving like he wants to turn around and crawl away from you but his restraints won’t allow him. “Buck, you got’a show me you’re not dead.”

“Not dead.” He huffs. His voice is all wrong, too high and thin. It’s like he’s struggling to even speak and you wonder what they’ve done to him to make him sound so fragile.

“We got’a get out’a here,” Your words are slurring but it’s the best you can do. Until you figure out a way to nuzzle the mask off and get fresh air into your system you’ll be fighting to even think about what you’re going to say, let alone controlling your heavy tongue to say it correctly.

“Won’t,” Bucky replies. “I’ve tried.”

“How long’y been awake, Buck?” You blink slowly, your eyes staying closed for just a second too long and your head lolls. Bucky’s voice cuts through the fog when he starts talking again.

“Few hours. Had us about a day.” He still won’t look at you - not that it would do you any good, because your eyes roll as you try to fight against unconsciousness again.

“‘Nd...” You shake your head back and forth to try and clear your mind, “ And the team?”

“Don’t know. Woke up here.” He still won’t look at you and as you look closer, yeah, that’s blood on his thighs. And down his legs. And down the front of his suit. It’s taken you forever and a half to notice, but they’ve taken off his arm, too. Bucky’s tied to the chair by his chest and his right arm is pulled so tightly behind him by metal chains that you’re worried for his circulation. You shake your head again, partially to try and clear your fuzzy mind and partially to try and wriggle the mask off again.

“Look a’me, Buck, you got’a look a’me.” He doesn’t move and you can feel your eyes welling with tears and, honestly, a healthy amount of terror. Had you been the old you - the you that willingly let yourself get strapped down to the Board just to get it over with - you would have bitten them back. But you’re the new you, the you that laughs and cries and jumps watching movies and loves the man stuck in the chair across the room from you. You’re raw and fresh with new trauma and your worst nightmare coming to life - times two.

So, instead of pressing down the emotions you’re having, you let them out. “Bucky, please,” He twitches when your voice breaks, “You have to look a’me. I can’t see what’s ‘round me, but I need your help seein’ if I can get this mask off.” You do your best to just breathe through your nose, trying to get as much clean air as possible, but that goes out the window when Bucky finally picks up his head to look at you.

His eyes - the ones that you love to look into as he laughs at some ridiculous movie you two are watching, the ones that are light and clear like crystal, the ones that had solidified the fact that you’re in love with him because they’re windows to his emotions most of the time - they’re all wrong. Instead of the airy blue that they normally are, his eyes are almost black. Bucky has heavy bags under his eyes on a good day, but now his face looks so gaunt you’re almost sure that he was lying to you when he said that Hydra only had you both for a single day. He looks like he’s given up and it makes you sick to your stomach as your tears fall and then wind down the side of the clear mask on your face. What had they done to him in the time you’d been out to make him look so haunted again? To have given up so wholeheartedly? To look like a man waiting to be sentenced to death?

His eyes move over your bound body slowly, like he’s not processing a thing that he’s seeing. “The tank isn’t in this room. Tube’s are goin’ through the floor.”

“Mask, Bucky,” You say because you’re slowly tipping toward unconsciousness with no way to stop it, “Mask.” The darkness begins to tunnel in, someone somewhere upping the dose. That’s not good, means they’re coming in, means that you’re going to tip off into sleep and leave Bucky to whatever the hell they’re going to do to him. You don’t even hear what he says, just the tenor of his voice as your body and mind finally give up.

You’re not asleep for very long after that. The only reason you know is that several seconds after the mask and cannula are removed, you’re up and searching for Bucky through the residual dizziness. He doesn’t look any different, still gazing at you as he’s flanked by two unidentifiable Hydra agents. Another two are flanking you and, briefly, you bare your teeth at them as you shake off the last dregs of sedation.

If they’re going to treat you both like playthings, the least you can do is make it annoying for them.

One of the agents cuffs you on the back of the head and it sends you spiraling again. They’re muttering in a language that they didn’t program into you, which is annoying. You wonder if Bucky knows what they’re saying.

Finally, one of the helmets turns to you and tilts their head, like they’re watching a particularly interesting television show. You bare your teeth again and run your tongue over them, just for show. (And also because that gas always leaves a thin sheen of disgust over them, and makes it hard to talk.) “If you’re goin’ to kill me, might as well get it over with. I got out once, fully capable of doin’ it again.” Every one of the agents laughs underneath their masks - the ones that keep you from being able to tell anything about them - and it makes the sound echo ominously around the room.

“No, no, we will not be killing you.” The one that hit you says, with a heavy Russian accent, “We have just gotten you back! What a homecoming. Nashe Chudo-ditya i Aktiv snova doma. Why would we let you go so soon?” You track the way the agent arcs around you, the other agents in the room seeming to react to their light treads. “I am surprised you do not recognize me.”

“Sorry,” You watch them with narrowed eyes, “You all have the same ugly mug to me.”

The Hydra agent reaches up and begins to pull their helmet off, slowly revealing their identity. You have to stop yourself from physically reeling backward as much as possible when Galina stands before you, decked to the nines in Hydra gear and a shit-eating grin. Although you do your best to hide it, Bucky can see that you recognize her. Almost imperceptibly, you see his shoulders tense.

Shit, fuck, and other words to make a Nun cry.

“So what?” You jerk your chin forward as she stands haughtily in front of you, “Came after me just to run off and join the gang your brother hated?” You grunt when she backhands you. “It’s the truth,” You hawk the blood in your mouth at her chest, “The only reason I killed him is because they found out he was a traitor.” Your chest aches at your actions pushing Galina over to their side - the side that her brother was trying to take down when he died.

When he was killed.

By you.

Which Bucky now knows, you suppose. Just another thing for him to blame on you - it seems to be shaping up that this is exactly what Galina wanted and the reason that she left you alive after shooting you. Your past had come back to haunt the whole fucking team in the form of a setup. Your past is taking Bucky down with you and, as you process all of this, you resign yourself to him hating you because he has to, after all of this.

“I suppose you are right, but what better way to get revenge than this?” She cocks her head, much like she had in the alleyway before she shot you. “To bring you back to the place where you planned to kill my family to take you apart? Soldat was a surprise.”

“What, shooting me wasn’t enough?” You snark. She hits you again, and again, and again. You let her because it’s better than whatever else they have planned. Galina is screaming in Russian at you, words choppy and breathless with exertion. Every time you pick your head up you look at Bucky, but he’s pretending to be impassive.

You wonder what he’s thinking about.

When Galina has gotten her fill she steps back and rubs her knuckles. Your whole head smarts, sure, but you’ve had worse. Hell, just two or three days ago she’d shot you and you let her. Now, though, with Bucky on the line? Innocent Bucky? Bucky who didn’t touch a hair on Galina’s brother’s head? You need to stop her before everything goes to hell in a handbasket.

Instead of doing that, you watch as everyone in the room shifts like they’re being puppeteered. Galina lets the other agent that was flanking you push the Board toward the grate by themselves, the agents behind Bucky bringing his chair forward too. She circles the two of you as four more agents enter through a door behind you - you count their footsteps as they enter and take up a position in the corners of the Programming Room. One of Bucky’s agents produces a piece of paper and hands it to Galina. You strain your neck to try to figure out what’s written on it when she starts speaking.

“We know all about your little stint in Wakanda, Aktiv.” She towers over Bucky, but he doesn’t even look at her. His eyes are focused on the blood dripping from your nose, down over your mouth, chin, and neck. “But we know that we are good at what we do.” You think you’re going to hurl when Galina refers to Hydra and herself as the Royal We. “Soldat is still buried there somewhere.”

She tucks the paper into her pocket. It was just for show because of course it is.

Galina makes a show of it all, kneeling next to Bucky and practically pressing her nose into his cheek. You grit your teeth because you know that he’s deprogrammed, had all of the trigger words wormed out of his brain by Shuri’s incredible technology. He won’t react past the PTSD and trauma of hearing those words and remembering what they used to do to him.

You, however, weren’t deprogrammed in Wakanda. When you’d joined, finally pestered enough into realizing that the Avengers could help you make up for what you’d done in your past life, you were given a psych exam. Because there was no programming with a capital P, they let you slide with just intense therapy. You’d told them that you had Words, too, but maybe you should have been more specific.

Maybe you should have told them that you have the exact same Words.

You were made to be the next Winter Soldier, to take over when the finally retired the pilot experiment - Bucky. It doesn’t make sense for them to give you the same list, but neither does Hydra keeping their door codes the same. Sometimes you think they do things for display rather than for intelligence. You prepare yourself to hear the words again and wonder if you can keep yourself from floating away like you used to.

“Longing,” Galina starts, watching for any reaction from Bucky. Like a pro, he gives none. She clicks her tongue and says it again, in Russian and then in German. “Toska. Sehnsucht.”

Your chest seizes as you wait for the pain to come. Normally once they get to German they’re pretty pissed off, ready to prod at you with the stunning stick or crack a baton over the back of your head. It never comes and you realize slowly that she’s not saying them to you. You’re just collateral damage, really. You have to keep your head as the list goes on, because if Bucky breaks… You need to have a clear mind. If Galina and the rest of the Hydra freaks get frustrated and leave, you need to be able to think so that you can get the fuck out of dodge.

Rusted. Rzhavchina. Verrostet.

Daybreak. Rassvet. Tagesanbruch.

Furnace. Pech. Ofen.

Nine. Devyat. Neun.

Benign. Dobrokachestvennyy. Gutartig.

Homecoming. Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu. Heimkehr.

One. Odin. Eins.

Freight. Gruz. Fracht.

Car. Avtomobil. Auto.

By the time she’s done reading, you’re floating away and unable to hold on. You’ve talked about this feeling with your therapist, once, but then promptly disregarded it. The feeling is one that you don’t care for - the world peels away and leaves you hanging in space, feeling wholly unreal. Your thoughts are few and far between, mind blank and ready for input. It’s part dissociation and part programming. You’ve never been able to shake the feeling, even hearing the words paired with others in a sentence. It’s a pain in the ass to try and ground yourself even just hearing Tony talk about his new car or to hear Peter talk about his homecoming dance.

But to hear all of them? In every language they beat into you? You’re fucking toast. There’s nothing you could have done to prepare yourself for your literal worst nightmare.

Your head drops back against the Board without your permission, which draws everyone’s attention. You don’t catch that because your eyes are swimming, tracing lazy circles on the ceiling above you.

Everything feels so light as you wait for the pain to come. Despite your state, you won’t obey them. You didn’t when they had you the first time, with a much stronger grip over you, and you won’t now.

Somewhere above you, Galina laughs, loud and bright in your lost state. Her face swims in front of you, gleeful. “I never thought we would get you, first. Surely I thought Soldat would break, no matter what those fools in Wakanda did.”

The floaty feeling doesn’t go away. You’re fighting it, sure, but only half-heartedly. It’s so hard to pull yourself back from the precipice of destruction, alone and tied to the Board in the Programming Room. You’d never once done it before, always just barely clinging on until they decided they were done trying to bend you to their will any more than they already had and dumped you back in your cryosleep chamber. You’re disappearing into the ether of your head at Hydra’s hands, without even a nice ice sleep to take the edge off after. You’ll disappear into the sky at this rate, especially when Galina repeats the list - two more times. You get lost in her voice, lost in the way it makes your body feel light and wrong and too big but too small. You forget Bucky is even in the room, forget that you ever made it out of the base, forget the name you’d held on to all of those decades as they called you Das Wunderkind and Chudo-ditya and The New Winter Soldier. The restraints fall away from your body and you slump forward to your knees on the cold, hard floor.

You’re about to be given orders, you know that much. Even as you struggle to keep your spine straight enough to prevent from smearing your face into the floor you’re waiting for your orders. There’s something different about the way you feel this time - instead of clinging to the little childhood you remember you’re clinging to a different feeling.

In the hazy fog of your mind shutting down and leaving to protect itself, you’re grounded by a warm and heady feeling at the base of your skull. It’s there, moving and twisting and undulating begging you to pay attention to it. It makes you feel safe, despite the harsh grip someone has on your physical shoulder. It guides you back, back, back but then you’re floating again.

It seems that not even that feeling - warm, and orange, and yellow, and soft - can keep you from Hydra’s bone-deep grip. Galina is giving you orders, but they’re going in one ear and out the other. It’s not until she and another agent tug you to your feet and press a gun into your left hand that you register what she’s saying.

Kill the Winter Soldier. It’s your turn. We’re activating you. Retire him.

Your jaw is slack and your eyes are empty as you stare at… You stare down at… You know his name is Bucky but it’s Galina’s voice echoing in your head.

The Winter Soldier.

Activating You.

Retire him.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

The gun is heavier than any other that you’ve felt as you lift it, limp hand barely able to support the weight. Your finger twitches on the trigger guard as the man - Bucky, the Winter Soldier, James, Sergeant - looks up at you with deep and haunted eyes. You’re still floating, still guided by the words and how you’ve come to defend yourself from your past, and you shake your head once to try and clear it.

“No,” Another one of the agents coo as they step up beside you, “Retire him. Don’t fight it.”

You groan, eyebrows pulling down tightly over your eyes. You want to shoot him, right? They’ve been making you for this, preparing you for this, teaching you how to follow in his footsteps. The Winter Soldier got to go places sometimes, got to take missions that would keep him outside for more than a few hours at a time. Sometimes they gave him food instead of the protein drink. You lick your lips, somehow tasting phantom food even though you haven’t had anything solid to eat since you were shoved into that machine.

The gun rocks like a boat on the ocean as you try to figure out what the fuck is going on. You’ve lost the plot, vision going almost blurry with how light and absent you feel. There’s still that feeling in the back of your head, curling around your neck like a warm hand. What is that feeling? Why do you know that feeling? Nothing here ever feels good.

Distantly, like it’s echoing down a long and empty corridor, you hear a stun baton kick to life. Your back tenses and you pull even further out of your body because you know that sound. They’re getting ready to hurt you but if you… If you shoot the Winter Soldier, if you Retire him, they won’t hurt you. They might even reward you.

Your hand tightens on the gun, aiming at the bound man’s chest. You can smell the ozone of the stun baton getting closer and closer, can practically feel its heat on your skin… You can hear Galina laughing, feel another agent’s breath on the side of your neck.

You’re thrust through a veil as if you’re falling back to the earth, clouds washing you clean of Hydra’s Words and their control over you. It’s jarring and you suck in a shocked gasp, knees shaking and nearly giving out underneath you.

Jesus fucking Christ doing wheelies on a bicycle.

You’re aiming a gun at Bucky. Hydra agents are practically preening over you, despite one in the corner holding a stun baton menacingly. You feel like they’ve dumped a fuck-ton of ice water over your back but the only person who seemingly picks up on the change in your headspace is Bucky.

Bucky, who’s sitting in front of you looking like he’ll willingly take the bullet you were so close to putting in him.

Bucky, who finally has emotion on his face. It’s somewhere between anger, fear, and acceptance. It looks like the feeling in the base of your skull, which is slowly expanding down into your chest and shoulders.

Bucky, who you’ve been in love with and will be in love with probably for the rest of your life.

Bucky, who has given up on getting out of Hydra’s grasp and is relying on you to either get him the hell out or motivate him to do so.

Your finger flexes on the trigger guard again, slipping into it and resting faintly against the lever. The Hydra guards all buzz with excitement, chattering about how you weren’t even put in the Chair and you were still responding to the trigger words better than the Winter Soldier ever had. You didn’t even wait to think of a plan, honestly, you just jerk your gun up and put one bullet each into the agents flanking Bucky. The shock that permeates the room gives you enough time to lunge forward, tackling Bucky’s chair over and cushioning the blow of his head with your hand. You lay protectively over him as you drop the four agents in the corners - including the goon with the stun baton - and nearly break your back to shoot the two agents that had been standing behind you.

Except, when you shoot Galina, you shoot her in the chest instead of the forehead. You can’t make yourself kill her the same way that you killed her brother, no matter how much shit she’d put you through in the last few days.

When nobody comes running at the gunshots, you scramble off of Bucky, righting him. He groans as you push his chair back up and eyes you warily as you empty the clip from the handgun and head to his back. It takes a few hits with the barrel of the gun, but eventually the padlock keeping the chains around his body cracks and breaks off. You don’t say anything to him as you push the heavy metal off of his body, rounding the chair again to look him over. “Jesus Christ, I thought they slit your throat.” Bucky’s nose has been broken, and there’s a long and nasty-looking cut over the apple of his left cheek, but other than that he seems physically fine. You titter nervously, hands hovering over his shoulders as you wait for him to speak. When he doesn’t even look like he wants to talk to you, just sitting in the chair and staring up as you’re halfway bent over to be at his eye level, you continue talking. “We have to get the fuck out of here.”

Bucky nods, the first real reaction you’ve gotten out of him since it was revealed that Galina set the team up just to get to you, and you run with it. Tugging him from the chair, you pray to every God that he’s able to walk, because you’re not sure you can handle yourself let alone two hundred and fifty pounds of dense, muscle mass. He stumbles for the first few steps but then you grab his hand and Bucky seems to gain his footing. He follows your lead as you guide him through the hallways, only stopping to listen around corners for any more agents. By the fourth corner that’s safe, you’re starting to think that Galina had come with a skeleton crew to exact her real revenge. Maybe the alleyway was just to get you to let your guard down - not that it was ever really up in the first place.

You avoid going down the hallway where the grenade exploded because you can’t stand to see the mangled bodies of your team. Of your friends. You want to wait until you get Bucky outside, back to the jet, and get in contact with HQ. It’s not until you burst out another door, the air thick and wet after a heavy rain, that everything begins to collapse around you. You hit your knees in the mud, pulling away from Bucky as your body shudders and you vomit in the grass.

A heavy yet gentle hand hauls you to your feet again, wrapping one of your heavy arms around shoulders, and then you’re being tugged into the woods around the base, barely coherent. Bucky is taking most of your weight which leaves you both very vulnerable - he’s only got one arm right now and it’s being used to make sure you don’t slide off of his body like goop and puddle on the forest floor. The jet comes into view, half of the fuselage blackened out with what looks like gasoline burn patterns. Bucky doesn’t stop, though, just leads you up the entrance ramp before depositing you in one of the seats and then heading straight for the cockpit.

You slump over in the seats, eyes rolling back in your head as you begin to seize.

Waking up is sort of like being hit with two tons of concrete all at once. As soon as you’re conscious your body protests being alive, your vocal cords contracting in an involuntary groan. You know where you’re at even before you open your eyes; the smell of antiseptic and the steady beeping of a heart monitor are familiar, although you’re not used to being the one in the bed. Normally you’re waiting for one of your friends to wake up so you can rib them, covering up your worry.

When you finally peel your eyes open, Bucky is leaning against the wall across from your bed. He looks haggard, but better than he did in the Programming Room. His arms are crossed over his chest and when he realizes that you’re awake and looking at him his jaw ticks and he pushes off the wall. “You’re up.”

“Mhm,” You don’t want him to yell at you, although you think that if he does you’ll deserve it, “Yeah.” A cough rattles your chest and you squint against the pain. Bucky is at your side before you realize he’s moved, pressing a cool glass of water to your lips as he lifts your head. When you’re done draining the nice, soothing drink he steps away like you’ve shocked him.

“I should go get Steve,” Bucky says, voice low and flat. Your chest tightens, the beeping connected to your heart rate picking up just slightly. He turns away, heading for the door, and watching him walk away from you feels like physical pain is rocketing through your body.

“Bucky!” You gasp, “No, please,” You’ve just woken up but you’re already overwhelmed. Every emotion you’ve ever had is swelling in your chest and tears are pooling in your eyes. “I didn’t-”

Why is he going to get Steve? Why won’t he tell you what happened? Unless, Jesus Fuck, unless they’re dead? What if the three of you are the only ones who survived because you’re the only ones with serum in your veins? What if Hydra, and Galina, killed the others because they just wanted you, Steve, and Bucky? Oh, God, he’s going to get Steve because he can’t stand being in the same room with you, let alone tell you that the rest of your friends are dead.

You don’t hear what Bucky says over the rushing in your ears as you gasp for breath. You press the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to get a grip on yourself. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I killed them, they’re dead, it’s my fault.

When Bucky finally peels your hands away from your eyes and catches your attention, it’s clear that you’ve been speaking out loud. He tries to say something to you, but you’re too far gone to even think about listening to what he has to say. “I’m sorry,” You grab his wrists, anchoring him to you so that he won’t turn and run before you can apologize, “If I had known, I thought when she shot me in the alley she was done - fuck, Bucky if I would have known I would have gone alone.”

“You got shot in a fucking alley? When?”

“Or - or - and none of this would have happened if I would have just stayed,” You choke out, tears streaming down your face, “And if I would have stayed they wouldn’t be after you, and we wouldn’t have gone to that fucking place, and our friends wouldn’t be dead.” You pause to suck in a breath before you pass out, barely registering Bucky’s shocked face hovering above you, “I’m so fucking sorry,” You wail miserably, “If I hadn’t escaped, they wouldn’t be dead.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Whoa, darlin’. What’re talkin’ about?” He fights against your wrists to press his large palms against your cheeks, hastily wiping off the torrent of tears. “Nobody’s dead except them Hydra agents.”

You gasp for breath as you press your face into Bucky’s warm hands. “No, then why - how come you’re goin’ to get Steve?” You try to breathe, following his lead but he’s breathing too fast, too. You just push on, “And if it’s ‘cause - ‘cause they’re dead or ‘cause I almost shot you, I get it. It’s my fault but I’m sorry, Bucky. Please don’t leave me alone. Please, I can’t handle it. Please, please don’t leave me. I’m sorry.”

Bucky shushes you again, sitting on the hospital bed by your hip so that he can twist his torso and practically drape himself over you. “Hey, hey can you breathe with me?” He demonstrates calm breathing for you and you do your best to follow it, “That’s better, sweets. Nobody is dead, okay? Tony, Clint, and Sam are all alive. They got out after the explosion went off.”

Your lip wobbles and you close your eyes, trying to shy away from Bucky but he’s right there, taking up so much of your space. You can smell him, feel his warmth, and you would be lying if that wasn’t helping you focus on his breathing and also clear your head. When your breathing begins to slow and the heart monitor isn’t freaking out, he smiles softly at you. “But they had you.” You say, as if that explains why you think your friends are dead, “And the others weren’t on the jet when we got out.”

“Steve and Tony took Sam and Clint to a safehouse - they got a little hurt in the blast. By the time we got over to ‘em, you’d already been taken. While they were gettin’ the others out, I went looking for you.” Bucky dips his head, pressing his forehead to yours, “Couldn’t just leave you there.”

“You should have,” You whimper, trying to pull away - Bucky doesn’t let you, sighing and relaxing his body against yours, “Should’a left me there. It’s my fault you got hurt in the first place.”

“It’s not your fault,” He insists.

“It is!” You snap, trying to shake free from his hands. Bucky lets you go, but he’s so close that all you can do is turn your head away from him because he’s pressed so close, “I killed her brother- that woman? Her name is Galina and when she was a kid I broke into the cabin where they were hiding and I killed him. For Hydra, even though he was trying to take Hydra down, and I fucking killed them.”

“Hey,” Bucky says, “You didn’t want to.”

“But I did it,” When you turn to look at him again, your noses brush, “But I killed them. I killed them for my own personal gain - to get out of that fucking place. So when she found me in the alley and pulled a gun on me, I let her shoot me.”

Bucky reels back like you’ve slapped him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “You what?”

But you’re just pushing on like you don’t hear him. “I let her shoot me because I deserve it, but then she took you and then she made you go through all of that shit again, and you don’t deserve that.” You shudder, finally getting fed up with the noises of the machines around you. You push Bucky away and sit up despite the pain in your body, frantically ripping off the wires attached to your chest and shoulders. The machines begin to go crazy as they lose the input of your vitals, but you don’t care. You can barely hear them over the blood rushing in your ears. “You don’t deserve to relive that.”

“And neither do you,” His voice is so tight that it scares you. Bucky’s near tears when you freeze and look at him, perched on the side of your bed and inching closer and closer to you again, “You did what you had to do to get out. You can’t fault yourself for that,” His body shakes as he swallows what looks like a sob, “Not when it’s the reason you’re alive.”

“But you got hurt because of it!”

“But you got hurt,” He volleys back, finally close enough to cup your face again, “But you got hurt and I couldn’t do a Goddamn thing but watch. I don’t care what you did to get out of there - don’t care what you did to make sure they could never do that to you again.” Your throat constricts as his thumbs wipe under your eyes, clearing the tears almost as soon as they break free of your waterline. He sighs a few times, like he’s trying to decide whether or not to keep speaking, when he puts some space between your bodies. “I’ll go get Steve,” He says, voice terribly soft.

You find your voice when he’s three steps from the door. The thought of Bucky leaving, of watching him walk through the doorway and shut the wood behind him, makes your heart jump into your throat. Maybe you’re teetering terribly close to codependent, but you don’t particularly care after the half-week you’ve had. “Bucky,” You try to swing your heavy legs over the side of the bed, but everything still hurts. The ache and soreness of your body is strange because, hey, super-soldier, but despite the unfamiliarity you ignore it. Bucky hesitates at the door, “Please don’t leave me. Don’t leave me here alone.”

He looks at you over his shoulder, beautiful and confused at the same time, “Don’t you want to see Steve?”

“I don’t want you to go,” You insist, chest beginning to heave again as you ignore his question, “I can’t - I can’t stop seeing you tied to that chair; please don’t go.” You’re reaching for him, one arm propping yourself up shakily and the other extended as if you can bridge the gap between your bed and Bucky, as if you can bring him to you with just a whim. He looks conflicted, jaw clenching as he weighs his options.

“Steve should know you’re awake.”

Frustrated, you slap your hand down onto your bed, “Why do you keep bringing him up?” He turns his body toward you then, hands high on his hips. Bucky looks conflicted - there’s still the horror of what happened to you both in Galina’s grasp but there’s a different sort of pain in his eyes. You feel your heartbeat in your palms as you consider the idea that he knows that you’re in love with him and he’s looking for a way to pawn you off on Steve so that he doesn’t have to reject you so soon after something so traumatizing.

“He’s your boyfriend,” Bucky finally says, voice low and even as if he’s not saying something that breaks your brain. Had you somehow given that impression that you were dating Steve in your struggle to keep your feelings for Bucky under wraps? You shake your head, eyebrows pulled tight as he chews on his lip and shifts his weight uncomfortably. “Or he’s your something. I - it doesn’t matter, really. I’m sure you want to see him.”

“Why do you think that?” You try to push yourself out of bed again, but Bucky meets you before you can get to your feet and presses you back down with a gentle hand on your shoulders. You latch onto his wrists again to try and tether him to you. It’s selfish, perhaps, to want to find comfort in him because of how you feel for him but his hands on your shoulders are grounding you in a way that you crave - a way that you need. “Buck, please.”

He looks conflicted again. “I’m sorry,” He shakes his head, a flush crawling up his neck and curving over his cheeks. Bucky looks away from you and laughs nervously, “Right before the mission... I heard you. And Steve. I didn’t mean to, honest, was just comin’ to your door to ask if you wanted to get some takeout, but I heard you guys… Didn’t mean to listen to you two havin’ sex.” His entire face is red by the time that he’s done talking, making sure to look everywhere in the room but at you.

You try to think back to what you were doing the night before your mission when it hits you. It had been the night that Galina had shot you. You try to catch Bucky’s eyes as you think about what he possibly could have misconstrued as sex. The brain isn’t wired to remember how pain feels, not really, but that doesn’t stop yours from conjuring up just how badly that wound had hurt - how awful it had been for Steve to dig around in it to pull out the bullet and let your body heal itself. “We weren’t -”

“It’s okay,” Bucky shakes his head, finally looking into your eyes. They’re steely as they gaze into yours, hardened to protect himself. “Stevie deserves to be happy, ‘nd I think he’d be happy with you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Bucky scoots closer to you when you urge him to, tugging lightly at his forearms, “We weren’t doin’ anything, Buck. That was the night -” Your stomach twists and you’re about to cry again but you have to explain to him what actually happened, “- That was the night I had stumbled back from getting shot. Steve wasn’t doin’ anything but digging the bullet out’a me so that I could heal. That was the night Galina got me.”

His eyes bounce back and forth between yours for a solid fifteen seconds. You shiver when his hands trail down your shoulders, stopping on your forearms. “You two weren’t…”

“God, no, Bucky. I just needed help and Steve…” You shake your head, “He was the easiest option.” The flash of hurt crossed his face so clearly; it hits you in the chest and radiates outward. He clears his throat and shifts awkwardly, like he’s not totally sure what to do with his body or put his hands once he takes them off of your arms.

“Oh.” Bucky says.

“Wait, no, that’s not what I meant to say.” You desperately try to pull him back to you, but Bucky’s retreating again. “Please, you have to understand.” How many times have you said please since waking up? What, exactly, are you begging for?

Absolution? Love? Acceptance?

“It’s fine, I get it.” He shakes his head, “He has the steadier hand.” It’s a lie and you both know it. Bucky, despite being right handed, uses his left hand to stitch wounds. It’s vibranium. It’s programmed to be as steady as a surgeon’s, if not more so. He stands and wipes his hands on his pants despite only one being able to sweat.

“I asked Steve because I couldn’t face you!” You finally shout, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed again. Through sheer will, and a little bit of adrenaline, you find your footing. “Not after relivin’ what I did. Knew Steve wouldn’t push me to figure out what happened, knew you would. I couldn’t - didn’t want to remind you of who I really am.” Just when your legs are about to give out, Bucky is there. He catches you with strong hands on your elbows, your forearms pressed against each other as he Looks at you in the way that makes you think that maybe… Maybe he loves you like you love him. Instead of speaking, Bucky just shakes his head and pulls his eyebrows down over his eyes. I don’t understand, he’s saying, I don’t get it. You suck in a shaky breath, biting the bullet and taking the leap. After everything that’s happened to you in the past seventy-two hours you know that you’re strong enough to go on if he doesn’t love you. You have to be, there are not other options past being enough and being strong and surviving.

“When Hydra took you from that ravine…” You start slowly, giving him enough time to stop the conversation if you cross a boundary he’s put up. Bucky barely breathes, letting you speak. “When they took you, they had to destroy the man that you were before they could make you into the man they wanted you to be. They tore you down and rebuilt you in their image.” A pained look crosses his face, but you can’t stop. Now that you’ve started, you have to tell him everything. “And then you undid all of that. You destroyed the man they made you, became the man that I see now. The man that I’m in love with. Even now, when you think they have a hold on you they don’t. Can’t. You’re not the same person.

“But I am,” The first of your tears break from your waterline and fall down your cheeks. Bucky opens his mouth, aiming to cut you off, but you shake your head with a soft smile. “They didn’t have to destroy me, Buck. Didn’t have to rebuild me. They just grew me into what they needed me to be, set the Winter Soldier’s shoes in front of me and said hey, kid, those will be yours one day.” You laugh, but it’s dry and warbles with tears, “And they were right. I walked right into those fuckin’ shoes and it nearly got you killed. I couldn’t let you see that, Bucky. Didn’t want you to see that my desperate escape played right into Hydra’s hands, that I killed people for my personal gain, that the people I left behind on those missions were real and not just a story I tell you when I wake up screamin’ at night. I love you and I - well, I didn’t want to ruin how you see me.”

Instead of saying anything, he leads you back to the bed and sits you down, pulling his hands away. You panic, briefly, but Bucky cups your face between his large, strong hands. He almost looks confused - really, there are so many emotions playing across his face and you’re still sort of crying so it’s hard to tell what he’s about to say. “You…” He starts slowly, holding such intense eye contact with you that you feel faint, “You did not choose that life. You were taken, you were molded, you were changed. Your life was taken from you.”

And, sure. You’ve had this discussion with your therapist before. You’ve had it several times, actually, but hearing Bucky say it? Hearing him recite it like it’s a fact that he learned in school? Your lip wobbles again, and you press forward to wrap your hands around his waist to keep you upright. He doesn’t shy away from your touch.

“They took that from you, don’t you understand? Took away your ability to make choices. To choose to be good or bad - forced you into somethin’ you never wanted. You were six years old; barely old enough to tie your own fuckin’ shoes. It’s a miracle that you never gave in, that you wanted to be good so bad you were willin’ to do what they wanted to just have the opportunity to live.” Bucky takes a shaky breath, dipping his head forward to brush his lips over your forehead. “You fought them at every opportunity and now, even when you’re free, you’re still fightin’ them. Still tryin’ to be good, tryin’ to make up for what they made you do. You’re a good person, mouse. One of the best I know.”

He gathers you in his arms when you finally break, chest heavy with sobs. It hurts, hurts so good to hear him say that. You’ve spent so long trying to convince yourself that you’re good, let alone good enough to be on the Avengers… To be in Bucky’s arms. He lets you cry until you’re almost sick, body straining and at its physical limits. He shushes you then, running his cool, vibranium hand over your sweaty forehead. “Sleep, sweets. You need the rest.”

“Don’t leave.” You croak, fisting your hands in the shirt he’s wearing, trying to hold him as close as possible, “Please don’t leave me.”

Bucky sighs, shifting your bodies until you’re crowded on the hospital bed - cords and sensors underneath the both of you be damned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You don’t sleep at all, honestly. Bucky holds you through the night, as the sun dips below the horizon and rises over another country, and rouses the people there for their day. Neither of you comments on the fact that you’re both awake, instead just holding each other and relishing in the soft, gentle skin-to-skin contact. That’s one of the things that you love about Bucky - how easily he knows what you need and when you need it. Of course, there have been nights that you’ve held him in silence, just being There, but you’ve always felt like he deserves it.

He only speaks when the sun comes back up. You know he’s going to talk before he does - maybe the connection you feel that you have with him, or maybe you pick up on a quickening heartbeat underneath your cheek, or a change in his breathing. You’re so tired, so exhausted by life as a whole, that you’re not entirely sure what tips you off to the conversation starting again.

“Can I ask,” Bucky starts slowly and softly, hand running up and down your back as he shifts so that you’re pressed even closer to his body, “What broke you out?”

You sigh, closing your eyes and pressing your face more into his chest. The both of you are so entirely wrapped around each other that you don’t feel vulnerable, despite how much you’ve already told him and how much you’re about to tell him. You fist the back of his shirt, as if when you tell him what it was that brought you back he’ll push you away. “I think it was… I think it was because you’re not the Winter Soldier. They called you that and I couldn’t recognize you as the same person in the photos they used to show me. I know you now, I knew that you looked like someone that I knew.” You blink, slow and long, before continuing, “Knew that you looked like someone I’m in love with, knew somewhere deep down that I know you like the back of my hand. Couldn’t kill you. Could never hurt you.”

Bucky sighs like he’s lost weight off of his shoulders, tugging you impossibly closer. You’re startled when he kisses your forehead again, body shuddering against yours. When you try to pull back, to see if he’s really crying like you think that he is, he holds you tight where you’re at. He says your name once, then twice, like he’s praying. “I would’a let you,” He confesses with his lips still pressed against your forehead, “Was goin’ to let you kill me. Hoped maybe you’d get out if y’did it.” Your heart breaks and one of your hands smooths over his back, running your palm up and down his spine in hopes to calm him - and yourself.

“I would’a let them keep me if it meant you got to escape, Buck.” He pulls back and you scoot yourself up until you’re face-to-face with him. The two of you have shared pillows countless times before, but now it feels different. His eyes are clear and blue and filled with so much love and a little bit of pain just behind everything else. “I’d do anything for you, I think.”

He presses his nose against yours just for a brief second, but it’s enough to quell any worries about how he’s taken your confession of feelings. “I’d go to the end of the world for you.” Bucky says, “Don’t know when it started, but now I can’t imagine it endin’.”

“When what started?”

“Lovin’ you.” He answers simply. “Being in love with you. Gettin’s nervous when we’re in the field together that I don’t know how’t act.” Before you even have the chance to smile or respond, he presses forward and presses a tender kiss to your lips.

It’s the softest thing you’ve ever felt. For years you experienced nothing but rough pain and hard labor. When you escaped Hydra, you spent a lot of time on the streets in various different cities working odd jobs - not a lot of room for finding and making human connections. But this? Bucky, wrapped around you in bed and kissing you as if you’re made of china? This must be heaven, must be what poets and musicians write about when they pen lines about fields of flowers, and sunsets, and the way that moonlight makes soft shadows over serene faces.

When you pull back from the kiss to speak, you’re still close enough for your lips to brush as you talk. “We can’t go on like that, Bucky. Can’t decide to sacrifice ourselves for the other.”

“I know,” He hums, one hand running down your back and then up and over your side until he’s cupping your ribs. His hands make you feel so secure and protected - the feeling only compounded by the way his legs are tangled with yours. “It’s not safe.”

“Not healthy,” You add, closing your eyes. You don’t want to ruin the moment, how calm you’ve found yourself despite everything that’s happened, but you have to. He has to know where you stand, what you’ve learned in therapy, and just in your own research into how relationships work. “We can’t prioritize each other over our own lives, Buck, not again. Not with what we’ve both been through.”

“I love you.” Bucky says, voice barely audible over your breathing. He says it like it’s an explanation to why he'll willingly give his life on a mission for you again, but that’s what you’re talking about.

“It’s not healthy,” You wiggle your arm out from underneath his body, pressing it between your bodies so that you can cup his face. Bucky leans into it, drinking in the soft contact just the same as you are. “Not for either of us. We’re equals, right?”

“Mhm,” He turns his head away to kiss your palm, but then he’s pressing forward to kiss you again for a brief moment. “We are - in everything.”

“Means we gotta trust each other, even in the field. Even if we think that the other might die.” You take a shaky breath, the look on his face behind your gun flashing in the forefront of your mind until you feel Bucky’s warm lips press against yours for the third time. “Please, Buck, can’t think about losing you ‘cause you’re tryin’ to save me.”

He nods, forehead dropping forward to press against yours. “Yeah,” He finally agrees, “I trust you, sweetheart, more than I trust myself. I’ll have to work on it, but I’ll get there. Promise you, baby.”

The smile that comes to your face is small and soft, but genuine. Bucky mirrors it, eyebrows climbing as he waits to hear what’s prompted such a tender look to cross your face. “We have all of the time in the world to dedicate to each other,” You say, “All the time in the world to work together on making this as healthy as we can.”

“I’ll dedicate the rest of my life to you, sweetheart.”

Translations:

Russian:

Nashe Chudo-ditya i Aktiv snova doma. // Our Wonder Child and the Asset both home again.

Aktiv // Asset

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes x reader #mcu imagine #marvel imagine

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