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ez a szam idorol-idore visszater hozzam es ugyan akkora impakttal tud arcon csapni haromszazadszorra is mint elso alkalommal. az enekes hangja, a zene hompolygese a zeneszek akik lathatoan elvezik amit csinalnak (a dobos sracot foldontuli orom volt nezni eloben, annyira jol csinalta) szerintem a szoveg is zsenialis es olyan zsigeri ero arad az egeszbol, amivel ritkan talalkozom. tudom mindenkinek mas jon be, epp ezert en nem is szoktam mas orra ala tolni a zenei izlesemet, de ha epp valami ujat keresel vagy csak nincs mit hallgatnod akkor melegen ajanlom oket. a masik kedvenc szamom toluk az augusztus vegen erkezo uj albumon lesz rajta.
Bent Knee - Terror Bird
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Extremely frustrating thing to be aware that you're experiencing some sort of depressive episode but are powerless to stop it and so you just have to sit there feeling terrible for No Raisin until brain decides to work again, if it ever does
#mental health stuff#sorry gang#i cried at work today over something extremely mild#and kept saying âi dont know why im reacting like thisâ over and over#while my favorite boss kept trying to help but there was no helping it im just like this#I've cried super easily at any strong emotion for years#but lately it has been unfuckingreasonable#i wasnt even that upset#but i cant even just sit at home and let myself cry to release the tension#because if i do it for any length of time#it triggers an absolutely blinding migraine that has legitimately made me concerned i have an aneurysm waiting to pop or something
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had quite the night drive earlier this evening.
#just me rambling again#web weaving#(?)#uh. one of my friends who is out of town for college was visiting and i got to see him and our friends and the only core member of that#group of people missing was my ex girlfriend who you may also know of as my wonderful wife#who has I assume been very busy with their own life things but has also barely and very sparsely had any hint of communication with any of#us within the past few months which I've been realizing very recently sort of hurts my feelings because we used to be so close and#they had been saying that they would be constantly making sure we still were in each other's lives. but then very quickly have#seemingly dropped off the face of the earth#anyways. I was driving aforementioned friend who is in town back home (family home not college obv) and when i was finally going back#towards my house afterwards my Google maps finally lead me to an area that i was more familiar with driving and i got to an#intersection and it was telling me to take a right to go home but i knew that i knew the way perfectly from that intersection to my#ex girlfriend / best friend / wifes familys house from all of the times I've gone that direction through the past years and so#i turned off my directions and i took a left towards their house#not super sure why but my brain and body just knew it was something i needed to do and so i went and drove down their street and cried#a lot the whole time and then drove myself home from their house once again following a super familiar path#and idk im still feeling very emotional about it. the fact that halloween by noah kahan was the first song to play on Spotify#after i made that left turn im sure didnt help (knowing that i miss them so much and am going to be leaving this area myself#soon enough here and there's been an open offer for a while now that they are welcome to follow and live with me once they get their degree#(and also um. halloween is next week lol)#idk i just havent felt the full force of how badly i miss having them in my life until tonight. when i was around this person i could feel#our souls singing in harmony. i genuinely cannot describe the feelings of our relationship in words i feel like only vaguely abstract art#could communicate the connection that was forged between us and the level of understanding and knowing#something not dissimilar to looking into the sun directly or trying to describe a vivid color to someone who is completely blind#something about the way the entire universe breathes in unison and everything around us are all pieces of the same stars#sigh#i miss my wife tails i miss her a lot /ref
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i wish i could have a silly little day on tumblr but I have to read my 80 page HOA document to see if the boomer condominium overlords will ALLOW me to get my new dishwasher (that i bought on black friday like a true, miserable adult marching towards death) DELIVERED AND INSTALLED on the 23rd as expected or if I have to cancel the delivery because there are too many rules for me to abide by and my soul is simply too tired to jump through the necessary hoops to comply.
#i cannot stress enough do not buy a home with an HOA#i have a condo in LA so it was unavoidable but if you can avoid it by all means please save yourself#they wont even let me change my fucking BLINDS because the windows belong to the outside word I guess and not to me#guys i am an idiot and i only skimmed the HOA docs while i was buying the home#because i thought the only relevant thing to me was the pet policy#when i found out a few weeks after i moved in about just how many rules there were I cried my eyes out#the worst is there is always some elderly woman with nothing better to do than be the HOA police#speaking of dishwashers have you noticed they all fuckign SUCK im hoping this one i bought doesn't suck#my last word of advice is that word on the street is to NEVER buy a samsung refrigerator#i mean its hard tho cause they look so cool....u know.......#they come in so many colors.....................like pink#.................its so.................................tempting.............................#but apparently they break and theyre like impossible to fix and its like a horrible waste of money.........#but i cant help but be like.......................but what if that DOESNT happen to me?????????????#like what if samsung got their shit together and i can just have a really cool pink refrigerator#guys im fucking rambling because im procrastinating reading the HOA doc lord HELP me
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most frustrating thing is when people perceive you incorrectly and you canât correct them at all
#I feel horrible + headache + stomachache + dizzy + tired#and my mom thinks these are symptoms of depression. I cried when she said that because it upset me which didnât help my case at all#but like!! omg these are more likely symptoms of um. being sick??? I didnât sleep well and thereâs an illness going around!#Iâve been so kind to myself and happier than ever and yet!! as soon as Iâm sick!! people think I want to die?!??#Iâm mostly frustrated because sheâs totally blind to how well Iâm doing mentally and how bad I feel physically#like whenever I express how I feel⊠both physical and emotional⊠Iâm disregarded#and thatâs on her but I understand that sheâs just doing her best to understand#and thereâs some situations where people just wonât get you#because nobodyâs a mind reader#but I wish there was a way for me to be understood regardless#I also feel bad that she assumes the worst case scenario :( like I donât wanna stress her out like that#but Iâm not really doing anything except feeling sick#whimsical.txt
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hold up. pause.
i couldn't get 15 minutes into the finale without crying. had to stop and write this. my heart SO goes out to marissa! i relate to her so hard, having been in a weirdly similar situation to her. was also with a two-faced performative leftist Nice Guy who looooooved that i'm a Strong Woman with intense energy in the beginning, and once we moved in together decided actually, i was too much. EERILY similar to ramses.
"that's what every guy feels. they love the first few months of dating me, cause the energy is so fucking great. like i get it, i've heard that before." i wanted to hug her so badly!!!! it's the most vile feeling on earth for someone to use the reasons they used to love you as the reasons they don't anymore.
meanwhile, marissa sees their difference in vibe/energy (ramses being the "calmer" one and marissa being the more intense one) as something to be celebrated and just worked around where consideration is needed. her love supersedes and she doesn't have a need to be in a relationship with someone who is exactly fucking like her.
the poor girl was so shooketh. she couldn't believe how suddenly he changed his mind, from one minute loving everything about her and wanting to get married to wanting to break up the next. god, i understand the whiplash from that shit. she is going to need therapppyyyyyyyy.
we as women need to stop thinking that men are just having a great time in a relationship with us if they haven't brought anything up!! they do not communicate the way we do. women being quiet = everything is fine. men being quiet = everything MIGHT be fine, but he could just as equally be deeply unhappy and plotting his escape/affair. they actually are sociopathic in that they can act like they love us to placate us while they find a way to fade out of the relationship. us women know that if we're done we can't even touch him anymore!
i'm so tired of seeing the pure love of women be fucking corrupted by user men. please understand that a man's emotional landscape may as well be an alien planet, they do not experience love the way we do at ALL. women love unconditionally, faithfully, like mothers. a man's love is conditional to the dopamine he gets from your presence. that's it. and because dopamine and therefore feelings fade in and out, you point blank cannot trust a man to stay by your side throughout all of your seasons of life.
maybe he's good for right now, sure, but don't depend on him being in the picture long term. imagine when you give birth and experience physical and emotional changes, or if you go through an illness, experience a personal loss, etc. most men will not hesitate to cut you loose the moment you don't make him feel good 24/7 anymore and need to lean on HIM. they don't want to be depended on, because dependence = expectations, and expectations = control = loss of freedom to a man. there is nothing more important to a man than the freedom to do whatever the fuck he pleases at all times.
please watch this show as a way to better understand how duplicitous men operate. i don't care if you don't watch reality tv bc you're better than that, neither do i, but this show is the exception.
every SINGLE man on the cast this season has displayed GIANT red flags from day 1 IF you know how to look. there isn't a single man on S7 who i would say is real husband material. whether it's being a liar, unfaithful, hiding things about their pasts, and being actual man children who have never had to lift a finger in their entire lives, it's clear this season that the casting of the men was meant to be a cautionary tale.
#like i don't get it!!! marissa is BEAUTIFUL and vibrant and sweet and accomplished and is going to be a lawyer!!!!#if someone like THAT has to beg and cry for a mid male to love her the rest of us don't stand a chance#we see over and over on this season the theme of the women having their shit together#and the men...don't#and rightfully so the women are like hey....are you going to be an adult in this context or do i have to remind you#to do the dishes get my mom a gift etc etc#and the men are like#wahhhhh you're trying to control and change me stop you evil wench#WHAT is it with men who see the dynamics of involved partnership as their wings being clipped????#they want all the benefits of partnership with women but they don't want to give anything or have any expectations placed on them#please watch this season and if you see any of this crap irl please cut it the fuck off EARLY#i don't even watch reality tv but love is blind is the exception#i have personal experience that i relate to the subject matter on#and i'm using it as research to see how narcissistic and avoidant manchildren operate so i don't fall for that shit ever again#there ARE signs educate yourself!!#love is blind#love is blind season 7#god her cries got to me#how she cried about just wanting to be chosen for once#i used to feel the same way and then i got therapy#that helped me realize that being chosen by a man is a nothingburger status.#actually it's statistically a negative to your quality of life if you're a woman#realize that male validation is a false trophy we are trained to chase after from birth that literally means nothing.#choose yourself. love yourself. and realize how historically your life has been BETTER without a man literally dirtying it up.#what does it mean to be chosen by a man who can barely wipe his own ass properly?#who has to be reminded to clean his space who lies to you with a straight face who feels nothing for you when you cry?#what does being chosen by an objectively shit human being grant you as a person?#please untangle how the patriarchy has rotted your brain as a woman and set yourself free.
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Asking the JJK Men if it's in yet
"Is it in yet?"
feat. Nanami, Toji, TrueForm!Sukuna and Higuruma
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Nanami:
Kento stopped dead in his tracks, his cock only pressed halfway in. Embraced beneath him, cuddlefucking in missionary, you tried to keep a straight face, as if you weren't about to eep! from the delicious stretch of just half in.
Without glasses on, Kento still, somehow, managed to look over his glasses at you. His voice was mild, almost conversational, as he sought clarification.
"Is it...in?"
"...yeah, is it in yet?"
Something prickled over Kento's shoulders. He scoffed, heaving a sigh and bracing himself on his elbows. He unclipped his watch in one deft movement, laying it on the pillow beside your head.
"Ask me again in one minute. Then three. Then five."
You felt a droplet of sweat run down your soul.
"...Kento, I was just fucking--"
"--no, no, I insist. One minute."
"What are you going to--"
Kento slammed his cock into you so hard, you jolted up the bed with a shriek. If his abs hadn't held you in place beneath him, you'd have hit the headboard. Shocked, groaning from the wet slaps of Kento absolutely railing you, bottoming out until you could hardly see, you couldn't help but let out a breathy giggle.
"--c-can't...can't-- haaaaah, Kento!"
Time lost all meaning. Kento braced on his elbows, dragging his cock halfway out again with a grunt, and stopping. He glowered down at you.
"Ask me again."
You whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders. You swallowed, trembling in anticipation.
"Is...is it, uh...in yet--"
Kento slammed into you again, creamy white lube squelching out of you onto the bed as you muffled your cries into the pillow, swearing you could feel him in your ribs.
Kento continued this for three, five, seven, nine, eleven minutes, until you were forced to admit, begrudgingly, that he and his seed were definitely in.
Higuruma:
Hiromi's eyes fluttered open. Having just released a sinful whimper from you sinking down onto his length, his brain suddenly short-circuited in fractious self-doubt and hyper analysis. In the end, nothing he could think took precedence, apart from a dumb:
"I'm-- I'm sorry? Is it...?"
Hiromi grasped your hips, pulling his shirt up and gripping it between his teeth so he could see where you were joined in his lap. He bucked up, just once, pausing for just long enough to shiver and moan at the slick, wet velvet of you. His head tipped back again with a weary sigh.
"You know," Hiromi chastised, grasping your hips to roll you over his cock, his hands strong, confident, "I'm so fucking tired, I'd have believed you. That I wasn't in."
You smirked above him, eliciting hushed whimpers and groans as you started to ride him. Hiromi allowed you to settle into your rhythm, before he berated you again.
"But also," he bickered, "how dare you, you cheeky cow, 'is it in yet', like I don't rail you blind every night with my 'is it in yet'--
You laughed, his chastisement turned punishing as he bounced you on him with glee, comedy turned feral.
"Oooo-ooohhh fuck-- love it when you-- when you think you're being funny-- love it--" Hiromi groaned, his voice muffled, his shirt hem between his teeth again as his eyes fixated on your stretched pussy sliding down his cock. You laughed, whimpering, breathless.
"I--I am funny--"
"--yeah yeah, alright, sweetheart-- keep telling yourself that--"
Toji:
Intending to hold onto your hair just a bit, Toji instead pulled you up fully, from your hands and knees. With your back to his chest, speared upon him, you squealed. You felt the bulbous tip of him bully against your cervix, and squirmed, gasping his name.
"The fuck you mean, 'is it in yet?"?"
You groaned, regretting your decision already. Toji reached up and gently slapped your cheek, until your eyes opened, and he pointed to the mirror in front of you. You could see him smirking over your shoulder.
When he saw your eyes drift to the base of his cock, slick with your arousal, deep inside you, and angled upwards so you could see the bulging underside, he smirked again, twitching his erection once, twice, three times so you could see.
Snapping your moan in half, Toji fucked upwards once, hard.
"Is it in yet?" He mocked, his breaths heavy as he fucked, and you squealed, and he fucked, laughing.
"Is it in yet? Come on baby, tell me. Is it in yet? Is it? Shit, kid. I dunno, I need you to tell me. Is it in yet? Is it in yet?"
If only he'd stop impaling you on him for long enough for you to answer.
True!Form Sukuna:
He laughed. He actually laughed. He only stopped laughing when you, sweating with fearful uncertainty, started laughing too. Then, he grabbed your face, rough in one long-nailed hand.
"What do they teach girls these days?" Sukuna rumbled, tsk-ing, batting your cheek from side to side with his palm and the back of his hand; a cat with a mouse.
"Whatever they teach you," he sighed, with your thighs spread upon his, sat on his throne, "I will offer you the chance to be untaught."
You nodded, panting as he let go of your body, and you choked out and whimpered as you slid further and further down his lower length. You felt the heavy, thickening weight of his upper length, resting against your back.
Sukuna left you like this, hands-free, to be slowly impaled as he watched, almost bored. He seemed to be waiting for something.
"Well, come on then," he drawled, his jaw leaned on one hand, with one finger lazily circling your clit, just to feel your cunt flutter around him, "beg me."
Your brain stuttered, your pussy so stuffed you could hardly think; "Beg--b-beg for...for what...my Lord?"
"Beg me to unteach you whatever drivel it is they taught you, that you should think it funny to ask your master 'is it in yet?'"
You didn't hesitate, babbling, one of his hands circling round to grasp you by the throat as you did. "P-please unteach me, my Lord, I was just being silly, just--just--forgive me--"
Sukuna hummed, his half-smile almost gentle as he began to lift you off him again, enjoying the way your pussy clenched around his lower cock as you choked.
"Lovely manners." He purred. You jolted, gasping as you felt the thick tip of his upper cock begin to squeeze into your ass. You saw stars, blinded by the enormity of him, made dumb by your own stupid attempt at comedy.
"Let's make sure you understand the perils of the situation you chose to place yourself in, hmm?"
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your daughter hates it with her dad, satoru gojo, covers his eyes with his blindfold, crying out for him to show him his eyes. satoru just can't help but laugh at her small cries, shoving her tiny fingers in his face trying to pull off his blind. it's become a small game for her now. she doesn't understand that daddy needs his blindfold.
whenever he comes in, she wobbles over to the door, right behind you. her shy face is hiding in your white skirt. you're smiling at satoru who gives you a soft peck on the lips.
"nice to see you my dear wife," he muses, and then kneels down to look at his daughter. she's shrieking with excitement now, knowing whats to come. satoru laughs at her sudden excitement, reaching to tickle her sides.
"show me, strange man! show me your eyes!" she yells, hitting him with her paper fan. he mock winces, holding his arms as if he had gotten hurt.
"ouch! such a mighty warrior..." he mutters, and you bite your lip to stop yourself form beaming. the two of them are adorable together, and you watch your daughter giggle, her sulky pout gone in seconds.
she's still reaching for her, tiny hands swatting him away, "this is not daddy. daddy has pretty eyes."
satoru groans, "fine, fine," and then he uncovers his bind to smile at her, "happy now?"
"daddy!" she screams, jumping onto his lap, "i knew it was you!"
satoru rubs her back before looking back at you snapping a picture, "since when did she get so demanding?"
you roll your eyes, biting your lip as you try not to laugh, "she's your daughter."
and then he grins in that endearing manner before proudly looking at the fiesty girl in his arms. then he winks at you, pretty blue eyes sparkling, "damn right she is."
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Hi everyone. Mohammed Khalil (@ahmed0khalil) has asked me to share his story, and Iâm writing on his behalf. Mohammed created the donation campaign for his little brother 6-year-old Ahmed, and he aims to raise funds to evacuate his family of 8. You can see in his blog how much he loves and worries for 6-year-old Ahmed. Mohammed is only 19 years old. This is not normal. He should have been in school, not begging for our attention to try and raise enough funds so that they can buy food, water, medicine, and a chance to evacuate to safety.
In Gaza, where the sounds of bombing blend with the cries of children, Mohammed and Ahmed's family experienced days they never imagined they would endure. Mohammed (19) and Ahmed (6) have four other siblings: Fathi, Aya, Anas and Abdullah. Aya (21) is a uni nursing student and Anas (15) is also a school student. Neither of them can study anymore with the current genocide. This war is especially hard on Fathi (23), who is blind and suffering from coronary artery disease, Abdullah (11) who is autistic and does not understand what is happening, and Ahmed (6), a small child who had barely started kindergarten before his education came to a halt.
The destruction that struck the area left them with no place to live. The sounds of explosions fill the horizon, and the homes that once sheltered them have become piles of rubble. They suddenly found themselves outside their home, homeless.
The bombing not only destroyed their home, but also severely injured Mohammed. Mohammed was sitting at the entrance of the school his family was sheltering in when three bombs were dropped in front of him. The bombs destroyed a residential tower in front of Mohammed. Dust filled the air and the resulting rubble and shrapnel fell on Mohammed, injuring him in the leg. Mohammed was so severely wounded that he could not walk, and he had to lie there, hurt and bleeding, for 2 hours before the Palestinian Red Crescent came and carried him to the hospital.
The bombing shattered the glass in the school Mohammed and his family was staying at, but thankfully the children sustained no serious injuries. Soon after, they were asked to evacuate the school immediately as there were news that the IOF were going to bomb the Abbas prison near it. And so even though Mohammed was wounded, he could not rest and wait for his leg to heal, but had to leave again with his family.
Now they are living in a small tent in a refugee camp. Mohammed told me that they had to bathe in polluted water and the place smelled of sewage and corpses. Camp life was difficult not only because of the scarcity of food, the infectious disease, and the polluted water, but also because of the psychological torture they endure. Looking at all the devastation, and how the world seems indifferent to their suffering, Mohammed told me that they, including young innocent 6-year-old Ahmed, had begun to lose hope for a better future.
Internet is unstable and often lacking in the refugee camp. Mohammed is using the precious time when Internet is available to tell me his story. I hope you will not turn away their calls for help. They urgently need donations to provide for shelter, food, and medicine, as well as to evacuate out of Gaza. Donations are coming in really slowly for Mohammedâs campaign, and I beg all of you, please, don't turn a blind eye to his story.Â
Mohammedâs campaign has been shared by 90-ghost and Iâve also been talking extensively with him. He is a very nice person and he just really wants to help his family survive. Please, please, help Mohammed evacuate himself, his 5 siblings and his parents! Little 6-year-old Ahmed does not deserve to live in fear of falling bombs every day, and neither does Mohammed and the rest of his family.Â
Really low funds! Only âŹ1,185 raised of âŹ50,000 target!!
Please share/reblog and donate to help a family of 8! These are children we are talking about, and my heart breaks for what they have to endure.
Please follow Mohammed and Ahmed on @ahmed0khalil to get updates on their situation!
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ïœĄïŸïŸïœ„ïœĄïœ„ïŸïŸïœĄ ïŸ. đđšđźđđĄđąđ§đ đČđšđź đ°đĄđđ§ đČđšđź'đ«đ đŠđđ ïŸïœ„ïœĄïœ„ïŸft. gojo, choso, sukuna, toji
⥠warnings. no reader pronouns, fem anatomy! reader, technically hate fucking, reader is initially very pissed, he is too but he wants to make up, no curse au (choso + sukuna), everything is consensual. gojo cw: some reckless driving, semi-public sex, doggy, getting caught, exhibitionism. choso cw: reader is in a bunny lingerie costume, slight! pet play, suddenly popping a boner, v! fingering. sukuna cw: petty arguments, jealousy, v! fingering. toji cw: jealousy, implied size difference, kabedon!!!, cunnilingus, wall sex. 18+ only, MDNI
⥠a/n. idk if you can already tell by now - I usually make these whenever I have new banners / formats to try out. I really love that heart bubble thingy on the title lol + idk, arguments like these feel a little endearing sometimes. this was very fun to write. enjoy!
⥠links. GEN. MASTERLIST â JJK MASTERLIST
[ â€ïž ] GOJO SATORU
The car ride home tonight is silent for the most part. Itâs your car, your hands on the steering wheel, and therefore your rules. Maybe you havenât been looking at your speedometer but in case you havenât noticed, your anger adds more pressure to your foot on the pedal, and youâre a few kilometers past the highway speed limit.
All this because of some petty argument and you barely even remember what itâs about. All you know is, itâs one that made you miss an exit, and itâs another 20 minutes before the next one.
âBaby, slow down.â He sighs with a tinge of worry and slight irritation in his voice. Heâs not really keen on the idea of having to watch you flirt with an officer to get out of a speeding ticket. Heâll throw puppy dog eyes to the officer himself if he has to, but heâs putting a pin on that thought for now. There must be something that could remedy the situation (you) for now.
âDonât talk to me,â you deadpan, lips pursing in your annoyance, eyes dead fixed on the road.
âFine. Then, I wonât,â he hums, an idea suddenly popping up in his head. âI wonât talk to you. Iâll justâŠâ He fiddles with the hems of your skirt, knuckles lightly stroking your plump and exposed skin.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â You shift in your seat, quickly taking a glance at your boyfriend.
âNot talking.â It starts with just his fingers, now itâs a full hand, and itâs squeezing and massaging your thigh, reaching higher and higher up till itâs a hair away from your clothed sex.
âThatâs a dangerous game youâre playing, Satoru.â You gulp, and he doesnât fail to notice your breath has shifted, taking deeper inhales and longer exhales the closer he gets to your panties.
And he knows itâs a dangerous game. But hey, at least youâre not in danger of getting a ticket anymore. Heâs glad youâre distracted. One finger hooking on the waistband of your panties is enough to make your breath hitch. Watching you chew on your bottom lip puts a strain in his pants knowing youâre trying your hardest not to be the first to break. Youâre so cute when youâre angry, focus never breaking when you reach the woodsy outskirts of your exit, and he wonders if you took the wrong turn.
âWhy are we hereââ
âYou fucking idiot.â Youâre fuming as you unbuckle your belt, making your way to the backseat.
âI fucking love you.â
âŠ.
Heâs never seen you cum so fast before, never seen you more vocal, fingers raking into the leather of your back seat, not a care in the world how expensive itâs going to be to have it replaced. He should piss you off more if it means heâll have you on all fours again in your car in the middle of the woods, begging and screaming for him to fuck you deeper and deeper a nearby town could mistake your cries for a mating call.
He finds a neat little discovery too when a light shines on your window, practically blinding you, and your insides coil around his cock heâs almost sure he was locked in knots. Youâre so fucking hot when youâre embarrassed, unable to help the moans that escape your lips even when a cop knocks on your window.
[ â€ïž ] KAMO CHOSO
âI already told you Iâm sorry!â
You wonât budge, half-sulking-half pissed with your back turned to him on the bed, sitting on your folded legs. You refuse to talk to him too so he settles with hugging you from behind, bunny tail pressing against his crotch. You feel his fingers fidgeting against your stomach, clearly remorseful for what he did. Your boyfriend is the last person on earth who could forget about special dates, let alone an anniversary â or so you thought.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, please forgive me.â And you want to forgive him. But you had already spent the last few weeks finding the best anniversary costume present, only to be met with questioning heart eyes at the bunny ears and frilly lingerie, wondering whatâs the occasion.
âItâs fine, forget it. Just leave me alone.â You try to wriggle out of his hold, only grinding against him kn the process.
âWonât let go till I know youâll allow me to make up for it.â
âStop, itâs done okay â wait, are youâŠâ At first, you thought it was your puffy tail pressing on your ass but you realize thatâs definitely not the case when the thing behind you tripled in size.
âYeah.â He buries his face deeper in your hair, taking in the sweet smell of you despite your little tantrum. His thumb tries to graze your underboob, fiddling with the frilly wires, popping in and out of the garment, obviously trying to restrain himself. âSorry, youâre just⊠so soft.â
âBunny, I know youâre mad and you can tell me all about it.â His hand reaches for your clothed pussy, fingernails scratching your slit behind the fabric. He finally puts the garment aside, spreading your wet, puffy folds with his pointer and ring fingers before sliding his middle into your slippery hole. âGo on, Iâm listening.â
[ â€ïž ] RYOUMEN SUKUNA
âDonât ignore me, you.â
âHeâs my childhood friend! Just a friend, okay?! Why canât you understand that?â
âHe could be the dog of your sister-in-lawâs neighbor, I donât give a fuck. I donât want you fucking talking to that guy anymore.â
âIt doesnât mean anything!â
âSo? I donât like how he looks at you â hey, donât leave! Donât get mad â câmon!â He catches up with you when your pace quickens as you bolt through the door. Tattooed arms coming from behind you lock tightly around your waist, his face burrowing into your neck.
âLet me go!â
âFuck no.â Heâs still as a rock the first few seconds as you try to wriggle out of his hold. When you realize itâs futile, he begins to pepper kisses on your exposed shoulder, trailing kisses along your neck up to your temple, as if heâa getting off that easy.
âRyo, stop!â
âUh-uh.â He runs his nose across your ear before leaving breathy kisses on your lobe. Heâs a fucking menace for knowing exactly what makes you weak in the knees and using that against you.
âIf you think thatâs going to work, I-I â ohh, fuck.â Your head cranes backwards, leaning on his hard chest when his hand slides down your pants. Heat rises to your cheeks in embarrassment when you realize he found you wet despite all this. Or maybe itâs because of this?
âI donât know? Seems to be working.â Because it fucking is. And you hate that it is. But his hand â black fingernails grazing your clit sloppy, wetting it with your juices â it feels so hot against your pussy at this stupid moment. His free hand reaches for your tit underneath your shirt around the same time as when he started pumping digits into your hole.
Youâre not getting out of this alive.
âYou still gonna talk to him?â
âWho?â
[ â€ïž ] FUSHIGURO TOJI
âI fuckinâ swear, I donât know how that girl got my number.â
âDonât care. Go away, Toji.â Standing and towering in front of you, he tries to block you in every which direction. He doesnât budge. Sneaking past him isnât an option either as those freakishly long arms could easily prevent you from going anywhere.
You didnât mean to read his messages. But when an unknown number pops out of your boyfriendâs notifications with kissy emojis followed by a steamy shot of her backside, you canât help but be⊠curious.
Youâre not sure what to think. On the one hand, you know Toji would never cheat on you or lie to you about these things. On the other hand, you also just found out this isnât the first time this girl has sent him anything â nor the first time anyoneâs sent him anything in the whole duration of your relationship.
âBelieve me. I ignore every single one of these text messages, I donât know how they keep finding me!â
âYeah, well you couldâve told me.â Toji sighs realizing only now that he shouldâve. He didnât think it mattered or that you would be this bothered when you found out. Clearly, he was wrong.
You take his pause as your cue to walk past him, but a big hand slams to the wall next to you, preventing you from walking any further. His hand slides higher as he leans closer to the wall, forcing you to back up and hide in his shadow.
His lips are a breath away, eyes staring at yours through his lashes. His free hand cups your chin, gently forcing you to listen to him carefully. âI never told you because I didnât care about any of them.â
His hand reaches for the skirt of your dress, balling the fabric into his fist as he raises the fabric till your thighs are exposed. âWhy would I care about any of them when I have you,â he slides his hand into your panties, stroking stripes along your wet slit, âand this pussy.â
You all but melt into his touch, pussy squirming underneath his hold. Toji slowly kneels to the floor, taking your panties with him before throwing them aside. He pushes your knees aside, staring right at you as his hot breath fans your exposed cunt. âThis pussy. Always so fucking ready for me.â
His wet muscle parts your folds, licking heavenly stripes on your throbbing clit. You lean on the wall for dear life, one hand above your head, the other on your partnerâs head, shoving him closer to your pussy as you ride his mouth.
âIâm changing my number, I promise.â
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warning: yandere and obsessive behavior, mentions of death and violence, possessiveness
Yandere!Angel adored you with all of his heart, worshipping you as his goddess. He abandoned his creator, instead turning to you.
He kissed along your thighs, his strong, large hands holding onto your plump thighs as he spread them open.
He always looked up at you for permission, his chin resting on your leg obediently. Despite the fact he was nearly twice your height, he acted like a needy puppy before you, willing to do anything to please you.
âMay I?â
You nodded, sighing happily as his tongue licked your soft, fat pussy, his fingers pumping in and out of you.
As he settled between your thighs, ready to worship his goddess, he began to remember how this all came to be.
He was supposed to be working on earth, helping guide humans to the correct path and keep them from sinning.
Instead, he ended up getting hurt, stranded on the side of the road with a broken wing.
He hadnât been told how cruel humans could be.
So when you pulled over in your car, running up to him, he attempted to spread out his wings in a defensive display, his eyes shining bright enough to blind a man.
But his eyes dimmed and he yelped in pain as his broken wing moved. He fell back onto the ground, panting softly, looking up at you weakly.!
âHey, heyâŠâ
You knelt down, reaching out carefully to inspect his wing.
âDonât touch me!â
You flinched, frozen in fear, his power causing you to be unable to move.
An angelâs command worked only on those pure of heart⊠so for a moment to examined you.
Soft and chubby with a kind face, like the cherubs he played with in heaven. As you did your best to bandage his wing, you noticed he was nearly twice the size of you⊠and very handsome.
âI wonât hurt you, I promise. See, itâs feeling better isnât it?â
The angel watched you, his eyes wide with curiosity and wonder as you dabbed some soothing cream onto his swollen skin. You were being so gentle with him, guiding him back to your car.
The way you kept him flush against you, being as gentle as possible to make sure his wounds wouldnât be irritated made him feel⊠strange.
He barely fit in your backseat, having to lie down so you could close the door.
â⊠thank youâŠâ
He nuzzled softly against you, his undamaged wing flapping. âYou saved me⊠youâre so kind, like an angel⊠likeâŠâ
You turned to see him staring at you, his eyes big. The golden orbs observed with newfound interest, watching as you grabbed a med kit to further clean and treat his wounds.
âLike a goddessâŠâ he thought to himself, not daring to say such blasphemy aloud.
As he began to recover, you noticed him staring, following you with his eyes every time you moved.
âNeed something?â
He quickly looked away, his cheek flushing a soft pink. His wing fluttered in both nervousness and excitement.
âI⊠donât need anything.â
It didnât take him long to heal, his body was different than any human or animal, but⊠he still feigned pain when you touched his now healed wing.
âAh, it still hurts?â
You soothed him, letting him nuzzle into you and look at you with those big golden eyes. He was utterly entranced, wanting to worship and adore you⊠no one had ever been so kind to him!
So thatâs how he ended up like this, begging for you to use him, to order him around and to let him love and protect you for all of time.
The only catch was⊠he was the only one allowed to worship the temple that was your body.
He pulled his fingers from your wet cunt, his tongue struggling to part with your puffy clit. It wasnât easy, but he knew from your whines and tugging on his pants that you wanted his cock now.
And he would give you anythingâŠ
He pushed his cock past your wet folds, stretching you on him. The first time he worshipped you this way, he cried with you as your body tried its best to accommodate his large size. He hated seeing you in painâŠ
Your pretty, ample breasts bounced deliciously as he moved his hips, unable to stop himself from fucking you like a wild animal.
God you were perfect, his angel, his goddess⊠and no one would ever get to see the look of ecstasy on your face when you came.
A warm bath had you sighing in relief after, your angel happily bathing you, kissing your feet and scrubbing your body as gently as possible.
Though it was difficult keeping his jealously at bay⊠being with him wasnât too hard. If only you knew how many men he had killed due to his possessive natureâŠ
Youâd never even think he was capable. He was an angel after all, with soft blonde curls and the prettiest, most innocent golden eyes.
And he wanted you to remain ignorant to his second nature. He much preferred worshipping you while you were relatively free and happyâŠ
But heâd lock you up if it meant keeping you to himself~
The angel settled you down with him after your bath, covering you with his soft, feathery white wings. He kept you close to his chest, kissing your head.
Everything was just perfect.
For nowâŠ
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Slut â Abby Anderson.
Best friend!Abby X fem!Reader.
I need help, perhaps. Smut under the cut.
You and your best friend Abby were having a girls night of some sort, she often came by because her dorm is packed and sheâd say itâs uncomfortable or whatever.
Accepting any excuse she had youâd allow her to stay over, sharing the bed with her almost every night.
You liked having her around, she was fun and your friendship was the most invasive one there is, at least in your own opinion, you both knew too much about each other.
But would never judge the other.
Especially with Abby being on top of you as you got so needy one night, her fingers pumping in and out of you, your moans echoing in the bedroom, youâd begged her to relieve the tension between your legs.
Itâs always when youâre ovulating, it gets bad enough youâre humping every pillow, your fingers, but nothing was ever enough.
And as Abby came over that night, desperate for a place to sleep where itâs comfortable, you were too busy in your own head to just let this one go, her hands were perfect, you couldnât stop looking at them as you were finally honest about your feelings, desperately wanting something to feed the hunger inside of you.
Abby fucking loved it, sheâs always thought you were beautiful, sure sheâs straight but it wouldnât hurt to help a best friend out.
Her fingers deliciously massaged your g spot as you were seeing stars, your mouth hung open as moans escaped your throat without you trying to help it, itâs Abby after all. âOh sweetheart..â Abby chuckled, allowing you to ride her fingers out, circling your needy hole with her thick fingers, your legs spread against your mattress.
Abby dragged multiple orgasms out of you that night, she refused to stop unless you wanted her to, she went all the way with your time of need, knowing you were too damn shy to go out on a date and get a guy to rearrange your guts, but allowing your girl best friend to do so.
You didnât get enough, you still wanted so much more and Abby could never be able to say no to you, her mouth was enveloping your cunt as she ate you out, riding her face as her nose hit that one spot that had you screaming and cumming down on her tongue.
Still was not enough, Abby was surprised you could take so much. She always assumed youâd get tired from one go, but oh boy was she wrong.
Youâd ride her thigh, her hands on your hips guiding you through the fifth orgasm for the night, your crying and whining was like music to her ears, surely best friends wouldnât act this way but your friendship was else. And Abby is way too busy shoving her knee into your cunt as you rode her out once again to think about it, your moans were louder than ever.
âJesus, bunny.. you fucking slut.â Abby mocked you, laughing into your neck breathlessly as your hips rolled once again to fuck into her thigh.
She grabbed the back of your neck to look into your eyes. âCanât get enough huh? Makes me wish I had a dick so I can go all the way.â She mumbled, kissing the side of your neck as it turned you into a puddle of cum. âAbby..â you moaned, your cunt dragging up and down her toned thigh.
âSit on my face huh?â Abby suggested, the thought of her tongue inside of you again was blinding and you nodded eagerly. âYes please, oh god please.â You whined, your whimpers were turning her on so bad, she came twice just by pleasuring you.
Abby lied down on your bed, quickly crawling to sit on her face, the feeling of her nose was too good, you were a shuddering mess, finally feeling that sensitivity that would get you to stop and take a breath, but one last time, you needed this, needed her.
Her tongue was working wonders on your sensitive bundle of nerves, making your moans more strained, closing your thighs in on her head. âFuck.. Abby..â you cried, rolling your hips to ride her face. âFuck uh..â you moaned again as Abby flicked her tongue against your clit and it made you grab her hair and ride her face harder. Soft uh uh uh uhâs echoing in the bedroom.
Gushing all you had down Abbyâs face, your cum dripping down her cheeks and her nose, as soon as you pulled away from her face Abby just laughed, mostly surprised her best friend was that much of a freak.
She knew certain stuff about you, but never like this, and getting proof? Abby was ecstatic, sheâs never going to live this one down.
You finally caught your breath and looked at her next to you, she was wiping her face with her hands, licking whatâs left off her lips. âStop laughing.â You warned, closing your legs as the amount of friction was catching up in no time.
âMy goodness youâre a freak!â Abby laughed some more, copying the way you were moaning as you smacked her arm. âStop!â
âWho fucking knew! Bunny, I never imagined youâre that loud.â Abby laughed some more, standing up, fixing her trousers, she was definitely affected by this but oh how she loves teasing you, now she has a better reason.
You sat up on your elbow and huffed. âI was pent up okay?â You said defensively. âFor a year?â Abby jokes, letting out another hearty laugh.
âOh fuck you.â You say and smack her with a pillow, her face a little shiny from your cum, the reality of what just happened was making you a bit shy but again it was Abby, so much history and stuff worse than cumming on her face occurring.
She helped you clean up as you both laughed at what just happened, your friendship is indeed else.
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Benign
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Marrying a former Soviet sleeper agent was your first mistake. Letting curiosity get the better of you and saying his trigger words before sex was your second.
Warnings: 18+. DUBCON - Bucky is partly brainwashed; R is reluctant at first. Reliving past trauma (i.e., grief, prior HYDRA captivity). Rough, unprotected p-in-v.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5
Marrying into the mob meant one of two things: turning a blind eye to your husbandâs crimes or taking them up as your own. Most of the women who had gone before you chose the former, leading lives of willful ignorance while their spouses cut deals, shed blood, stole guns, and submitted only to the laws of secrecy and discretion.
You, unlike those wives, hadnât had the luxury of choice.
Your life, unlike theirs, had been sold to a man you didnât know, by a father you couldnât stand, and now your dad was dead, and this manâyour husbandâwas to blame.
The least Bucky could do was fuck you hard to say sorry.
But no, ever since the Winter Soldier had reared its ugly head that dreadful night in Madripoor two weeks prior, your husband hadnât laid one finger on your body that was not soft, sweet, and sickeningly apologetic to you. He seemed almost scared to initiate sex, and when he did, couldnât help but act like a touch might break you.
After all, one almost had. Those hands heâd hear you beg and plead to put on you now were the very same ones heâd used to kill dozens, if not hundreds, including blood of your own blood. To the world, Buckyâs reputation commanded fear. To his wife, now, he felt duly obliged to prove he was moreâthat you were safe with him, not from him. Heâd carted you off to every GP, hematologist, nutritionist, and grief specialist lauded among Brooklynâs elite to make that happen. Fast. Frankly, these days, the thought of fucking was the furthest thing from his mind.
Unbeknownst to Bucky, somewhere along the spectrum of grief, youâd already come to settle comfortably at the âNeed-to-be-fucked-until-I-can-no-longer-think-or-feelâ phase, and every bone in your body was crying out for respite in the form of ruthless, mind-numbing sex. It didnât make sense. You hardly knew what to do with it. You should have lashed out, shut down, cried rivers and lakes of tears for that integral part of family that had been lost, but for whatever reason, you had to go numb.
You wanted to do something really, really fucking dumb.
Remorseful as he was, Bucky and his explanations for who or what the Winter Soldier was had been sparse. Heâd told you that he had once been held in captivity by HYDRA, had his brain re-wired some way to make him a merciless Soviet sleeper agent, and that the night in Madripoor was the first in ages he had been âactivated.â How did activation happen? Of course, he wouldnât tell.
But Steve would.
Steve had told you everything you wanted to know about your soldat, describing in painstaking detail how he worked, trained, operated, and could be called to action. You were almost certain Rogers had said it all as a way to assure you that it wasnât Bucky whoâd killed your fatherâit was someone inside him. You were more than positive Steve had never intended for you to use his intel like this.
You hadnât believed him. Couldnât believe him. How the fuck could someone sever all ties to their conscious mind and just transform anew into a killer? You got to be hell-bent on knowing for certain whether itâd been Bucky or him, it, whatever the hell the Winter Solider was, and on knowing it now. If your husband was faking it all and simply using this persona to justify the killing, that would be it. Trust gone, marriage over. If he wasnât, wellâŠyou hadnât gotten that far into your own line of thinking.
âTell me what you want, doll,â Bucky said, pulling you back to the present.
He shifted gently against you, cotton trousers raising the friction a little as he slotted between your legs. He was still dressed head-to-toe from his meeting that morning.
âI want you to fuck me. Make me cum. Please.â
You were bare, save for one small scrap of linen and lace that somehow passed as a nightie. Your gaze was soft.
Bucky didnât want to say no, but he also felt too guilty to say yes. The way you were watching him now, eyes so helpless and pleading, body writhing for contact, he knew you didnât want his touch so much as needed it. Desperately. Couldnât bear to be burdened with grief so you brushed it aside, to the furthest recesses of your mind until all that was left was desire. Starvation, really.
He could satiate you for now, but that hunger might not ever leave. The corners of his lips twitched into a frown.
âGentle?â he mumbled.
âRough,â you countered.
âBabyââ
âI really donât need another fucking lecture on death, Bucky. I know Iâm not myself right now, but I can still make these decisions, okay? Donât talk to me like I canât.â
Anger flashed in your eyes for a second, then indignation, then nothing. Without much energy left, you pushed him away. Flopped back on the bed and, seeming to sink into yourself, heaved a low, feeble sigh.
âI know. Hey,â Bucky leaned over to press a touch to your tummy, and it made you want to hurl, âIâm sorry.â
You turned onto your side.
âYou still donât remember what happened?â
The question came suddenly, almost from somewhere outside your body, it seemed. For the hundredth time.
âNo,â Bucky answered, for what felt like the thousandth.
âThis Winter Soldierââ
âHe isnât me.â
âYou didnât know?â
âCouldnât know. WasnâtâŠprogrammed for it.â
Bucky was watching you now, eyes as contrite as theyâd ever been while you rehashed this subject to the brink of tears. He never could stay composed when he saw you cry.
âBabyâŠâ he started, arms reaching out for you.
Eyes still filling with tears, you shook your head and swatted him off. You sat up, and your brows pinched together in a look he couldnât read. Contemplating.
At last, you made up your mind.
You would try something newâand really, really stupid:
âZhelaniye.â
âWhat?â
Buckyâs own expression contorted with uncertainty.
ââsemnadtsat, rzhaviy, rasvetââ
He heard that. He immediately wished he hadnât.
âWaitââ
You were curious. You had no idea what you were doing.
âBaby, baby, stopââ
ââpech, devyatââ
You were speaking so fast, surely it wouldnât work like that. Either way, he had to stop you. He seized your arms, giving a sharp, deliberate shake, pupils blown to the size of saucers in his eyes. There wasnât much time.
âDonâtââ
ââadinââ
No time at all.
ââdothisdonâtfuckingdothishoneyplease.â
Losing himself already. Feeling it stir inside his mind.
ââdobroserdechniyââ
âKind-hearted.â âBenignâ. You truly had no clue what these words were liable to do, much less what they meant.
Having enunciated this last part, you swallowed. Took the tip of your tongue and rolled it left-to-right across the backs of your teeth, waiting for your speech to take effect like some magical performance before your eyes.
It hadnât, it seemed. You blinked. He blinked. You sat in a protracted silence for what seemed like seventeen years, and presently, your stomach began to churn. Nothing happenedâyouâd been right about this fuckery all along.
Then you remembered one last word of the sequence.
Faintly, you said:
âSoldat.â
The man above you straightened. Sitting. Stiff. Still perched by your legs at a comfortable distance but regarding you now with a pointed stare. Expectancy made manifest in a simple, sharp glare from his eyes to yours.
â...Bucky?â
The look on his face grew even harder. For a time, he persisted in that strange and silent grimace, and just when you started to suspect he was faking this whole demeanor of deadened stoicism, you heard a voice. Clawing out of his throat but sounding nothing like him:
âWho the hell is Bucky?â
The words drove a fear to the greatest depths of your bones, and you hardly knew why. You stared back at the handsome, barren man still watching you with severity, and you couldnât seem to find your husband anywhere.
âJames?â You werenât sure why you tried his name again. You just didnât know what else to say.
The scowl seeped into his mouth, and he frowned.
âJames,â he repeated, like the word was foreign to him.
You found yourself shuffling back on the bed just thenâto what, you didnât know. You just felt a gnawing need to put some space between you and this person, this glowering face, however you could. When he grabbed your ankle, you let out a startled sound, and when he followed you up on the bed, you did more than just whimper; you lifted your leg to knee him directly in the stomach. He caught it.
Then he stared again, expression bloodless and wan.
âYouâre scaring me, Bucky.â Your voice trembled as you tried to free your leg from his fistâgrip unusually strong.
The man paused another moment, if only to soak in your words and let his gaze trail over your face. Your exertions did not register. And, for the very first time, you felt as though you were something more like a plaything in your husbandâs eyesânot a full-fledged human being but a system to be gamed. The feeling was so unsettling that you had to turn away.
Or try to, anyway.
Craning your neck just far enough to spy your phone on the nightstand, your first thought was Steve; he would know what to do. But before you could even think to twist and lift your body in that direction, you felt a hand yank you to the bed, flat on your back. You looked up at Bucky and found yourself caged between two arms. He lowered himself to his elbows, shifted his weight to one side, and seemed not to notice your movements at all when you tried to slide away. The man just splayed his hand across your stomach and pressed it firmly. Stay.
You werenât one to shy away from a challengeâor keep hope alive against the odds. You put your hand over his.
âJamesââ
âZhena.â
The abruptness of Buckyâs word stole the rest of yours. You cocked a brow and followed his gaze to your hand.
To the gaps between your fingers, then the touch that fanned across them to settle on one digit in particular.
Bucky thumbed at the diamond and smiled. He smiled.
âZhena,â he repeated.
You blinked.
âIâ you...gave me that, Bucky. You did.â
He hummed in acknowledgment.
Bucky stared at the ring for what couldâve been five seconds or several years, and then he did something unexpected. He shifted his touch to the bodice of your dressâagain, if you could even call it thatâand he began to tug at the satin bow situated between your breasts.
Of course, this nightie being designed for honeymoons and supremely easy access, it didnât take much effort at all for the folds of your dress to come apart. Your breasts spilled out of the fabric without so much as a hint of protest, your torso was quick to become fully exposed, and suddenly, shortly, your hands were fumbling at your chest in an effort to regain some smidgen of modesty. Your husband just shook his head, following your hands.
âMoya zhena,â he said, a touch more emphasis and fervor to the first of the two words.
Now it was you who was shaking your head. Trying to pry his touch away as you slid up the bed. When he followed, you saw the icy expression had been supplanted by intrigue and, though you still felt ill at ease, you couldnât deny you were curious to know what he was thinking. Who was thinking it? Soft, plush lips swiftly replaced his hands, and before you even knew what he was doing, Bucky, or someone, was latching onto your left breast. Using teeth to graze the hardened nub and send a ripple of thick, guilty pleasure coursing through you.
You whimpered. Bucky groaned.
Your fingers slotted through his hair with every intention of pushing him away, but when you tried, he just flicked his tongue and made another delicious sound against you.
You pushed with even more force, and he groaned again.
Not Bucky, not Bucky, not him, you have toâ
âStop!â you cried.
A set of soft, warm baby blues darted up to meet you.
Some flicker of recognition seemed to cross them, too.
âHoney?â
You almost lurched toward the sound. It was Bucky.
Suddenly, your hands were making fists in the collar of his crisp white button-up, and you were trying to yank him up. You murmured his name in disbelief, relief, and gathered him up in your arms to pull him in for a kiss.
The lips that met you were soft for a momentâjust one.
Then the teeth reappeared. Harsh, jarring, biting. You jerked back at the sensation, and when you found his face again, it seemed your husband was lost to you all over. The eyes were attentive stillânowhere near as cold and aloof as they had been beforeâbut they did not radiate the same warmth and admiration that Buckyâs always did. You almost couldnât believe what you were seeing. He was gone, just like that, and there was nothing you could do to stop it from happening.
A broad palm cupped your cheek to bring you in for another kiss, and you werenât sure if you should indulge. It didnât seem you had much choice anyway, because the lips that were seeking yours were hungry. Starved. Searing into your mouth with a force you couldnât refuse.
But something inside you wanted to find Bucky again.
Somewhere inside this stranger was lying dormant a trace of your husband; youâd seen it yourself, if only for a second. It made you curious. Where had he gone? What did he do when forced to retreat into this strange, preprogrammed being, and how could you get him back?
âBucky,â you mumbled, more of a plea than a moan.
You were kissed harder than you had been in a long time. You didnât have to think, or do, or breathe one puff of air that this man didnât account for. His tongue wedged a gaping space in your wet, welcoming mouth for him to fill, and somehow, you didnât feel the urge to protest. A familiarity in the way he kissed almost put you at ease, and when his body lifted slightly, yours lifted with it.
Before long, Bucky was sitting. Kneeling between your legs with an eye to your soft, shaking torso. Youâd barely even come to notice just how hard you were breathing until you felt a palm on your stomach again. There was an oddly calming insinuation in that one simple touch.
And again, he smiled. Brighter than before.
âNashe?â He sounded eager as he said it.
You peered up at him and raised an eyebrow in question. Perhaps you shouldâve felt more exposed; after all, you were sitting half-naked with your husbandâs assassin alter ego stroking your stomach and beaming over you, eyeing you expectantly, and you didnât know what to say. Apart from the short set of words Steve had taught you, you were totally clueless to Russian, and you werenât quite sure you were in a place to ask Bucky to translate.
When it seemed words might never come, the gleaming teeth above you were shrouded in a tighter, close-lipped smile, and Bucky nodded. Appearing to understand. Instead of forcing a response from you, he just let his hand migrate down your belly, fingers tracing the skin, then settle comfortablyâmomentarilyâat the crest of your pubic bone. Then he pressed the heel of his palm into the place residing right below it, and without really meaning to, you moaned. A quiet maelstrom of pleasure circled low in your abdomen, threatening to draw noises from your throat you werenât planning to make with every gentle gyration of Buckyâs lower hand.
You had to purse your lips to contain the sounds.
Again, he nodded.
âItâs okay,â he said, so quiet he almost couldnât be heard.
He let the friction continue for a while like that: just palming you, watching you react to the simplest of motions against your swollen, aching clit and try not to writhe. At length, you squirmed a little bit. Bucky seemed to want to wait for something to happen, and when you bucked your hips, a look in his eye said that was enough.
He lowered himself between your legs. Shoulders bumping your thighs as he spread them apart, chest rising and falling in measured breaths, and lips smiling all the while. You sucked in a breath when his face came to rest just a few inches shy of your bare, aching warmth.
âBucky?â
The man looked up at you and blinked.
âYeah, honey?â
One thumb traced over the seam of your cunt, and your back nearly arched off the bed. There he was, again, gaze safe and secure to yours and hands moving in tandem as they always would. His tongue calmly followed suit. When you fisted his hair, he blinked once more and then directed his attention back to your wet, warm, velvety folds with a pointed look and a purpose.
The sound that escaped you next could hardly be classed as anything less than a scream, but the soft and unperturbed demeanor of the man between your legs showed he hadnât noticed at all. He just sucked diligentlyâdamn near dutifullyâon your clit with a vigor youâd never felt, and when you yanked at his hair, he hummed.
It was like his lips had been trained for perfect suction; that was how well and thoroughly he descended upon your swollen little bud. An airtight kiss and a quick flick of his tongue, paired with his hot and heavy breaths fanning over your cunt, sent your senses into overdrive. Your toes curled inward, your throat let loose a gasp, and without fully realizing it, your walls were clamping down, pulsing and leaking out desire for more of this touch.
Then, without warning, Bucky brought a hand to the throbbing and slick cunt that was presently clenching around nothing, and he fed it two fingers. So forceful and deep he nearly buried his knuckles right along with them. Then he started scissoring those two fingers, sharply.
âOpen, milaya,â he said. Again, it wasnât entirely Bucky.
But you felt a faint remembrance there. You didnât want him to stop. Maybe you were led astray by the gentle laps of his tongue or the prodding of his fingertips, or perhaps there was something stubbornly familiar about the way he was touching you now. You couldnât tell.
All you knew was that both of your hands were holding tight to his head and begging him, wordlessly, for more.
Your moans rang all the way through the bedroom in your new, far-too-big penthouse apartment in Brooklyn, down the hall, reverberating through every inch of the space until all that could be heard were your sounds and his and the delectable little noises of your bodies working together. Bucky hadnât even stirred to pleasure himself.
You wanted that part to change.
With your hip pinned to the mattress and Buckyâs tongue laving over your clit in ruthlessly quick movements, you probably wouldâve liked to cum all over his mouth and fingers, but you wanted to see him pleased even more.
Just when heâd worked a third finger inside you and was driving you close to your peak, you pushed him away.
Bucky parted from your folds with a glistening chin and two furrowed eyebrows, clearly frustrated to have been torn from his mission before you reached completion, but you wouldnât let that look linger for long. You used your leverage in his hairâhowever slight, comparatively, that grip might have beenâto pull him up on the bed.
Bucky surprised you with just how swiftly he moved.
His steel-blue gaze was on yours in a second, equally penetrating and soft.
âWhatâs the matter?â he asked.
âNothingââ
âMy baby okay?â
He surprised you again; this time by how quick his demeanor was to shift the second he sensed something was wrong. Just like Bucky. It had to be him in there.
You nodded, still out of breath from the wonders heâd been working with his tongue. You squeezed his arm and tried to coax him toward you, to help him lower his body some, and when he seemed uncertain, you offered a smile. Itâs okay to touch, you wonât break anything.
Bucky eyed you skeptically, but it was clear he was more wary of himself than of you. He glanced over your body, briefly to his, then slowly, apprehensively, sank down.
âJust fine,â you mumbled, hooking your legs around his back the second his chest was close enough to yours.
You felt an uptick in his heartbeat when your heels dug a little more firmly into the waistband of his pants. While your hands started working their way toward the front of that fabric, wedging clumsily between your bodies, his gaze flitted to yours, and his brows drew even tighter together. He didnât try to stop you, but he certainly seemed confused as to why you wanted to include him so soon. Why you cared to show concern for him at all.
You noticed that then, and in just about every moment preceding, the man was taken aback by kindness.
Whether it was pulling him closer to you, tugging his pants down with a tender touch, running your fingers across the bulge in his boxers, or simply nodding your head and letting him know it was okay to touch you back, Bucky seemed unaccustomed to any care in this area.
When your fingers made it around his cock and started stroking him, gently, he just mightâve come apart.
His chest shuddered with the inhale of a short, strained breath, and his eyelids fluttered, as if meaning to close.
Buckyâs jaw clenched, and he started to shake his head.
âNo, let meââ
âLet me,â you finished for him, wrist flicking back and forth quietly. You paused just to rub a quick touch between your folds, collect some arousal, then return to touching him when he met your eyes again and allowed you to continue. You skimmed his sensitive underside with your palm and let the warmth of him bleed into your fingertips as you worked him up to a comfortable pace.
Bucky rutted into your touch, probably harder than he meant to. Then he planted a hand beside your head and anchored his weight above you so that he was close enough to reach your lipsâbut he didnât kiss you.
His expression hardened again, and he forcibly removed himself from the pulse of your fingers. He frowned.
âYou want me to fuck you, no? Make you cum?â
He sounded irritated again.
Briefly, you recalled your words from earlier and nodded. It was true, youâd said it to him like that, and youâd meant it. You just couldnât make sense of what he wanted now.
It seemed Bucky couldnât wait to indulge you any longer. He fisted his cock in one hand, angled the head just outside of your cunt, and burst in with one thrust.
âThen let me,â he muttered, plunging down to the hilt.
The first go was rough, and the second was no kinder. Buckyâs face screwed up with indifference again, like he wanted to get something out of his brain and just do.
Like there was a task at hand that needed to be finished.
You couldnât deny it felt fine at first. Fucking edifying after all those horrific thoughts had been eating away at your mind and rousing your own hunger for numbness. The drive of Buckyâs thick girth in and out, in and out repeatedly was no doubt capable of rendering you dumb. But being slammed into and taken so roughly was only good for you when you knew he was feeling good too.
This Bucky was back to being entirely flinty and lifelessâpractically devoid of all emotion as he railed into you.
The back of your head was forced into the pillow with the weight of each thrust and Buckyâs thumb pushing into your chinââBetter, milaya? Is this better for you?ââand frankly, you wanted to push him back and ask the same.
But you couldnât. The pace heâd set was suffocating, and the stretch of his cock inside you was unusually tough.
Instead, you sank your nails into his arm and mumbled:
âBucky.â
The manâs thrusts were both stabbing and rhythmic, sending a welt of pleasure blossoming up in your chest. You tried again:
âBucky.â
He blinked.
And slowed.
âBucky,â he mumbled back.
Seemingly mindless and mechanical, he snaked a hand behind your head to lift your face and tilt it toward the sight below: his cock splitting you open before him, parting your insides with an easy, welcome glide through the slick of your folds. You watched as your arousal enveloped him fully. Not a single inch of his rock-hard, throbbing shaft was spared; even his balls were soaked. They felt even heavier slapping your ass with each thrust.
âYou remember?â you asked, hating how small you sounded.
The manâs nostrils flared, but he gave a curt nod. Expression taut and vigilant, as though anticipating something going wrong at any second. Still, he nodded.
âYears,â he answered.
âYears?â
Since heâd done this? Felt good? Become this way?
No, Bucky was activated in Madripoor just weeks ago. He didnât look like he was ready to indulge in any âfeel-goodâ pleasure, and you werenât sure when heâd last been with anyone else before you. Years could mean anything.
You chanced a few soft fingertips up to his cheeks, cupping either side of his clean-shaven face in an effort to anchor you both to one place. The pit of your stomach was reeling with warmth, and friction, and fullness. It took everything in you just to pull him in for a quick, grounding kiss before the feeling gave way to even more.
Buckyâs teeth nicked your bottom lip. He flinched back.
You ignored the sting and repeated his name, murmuring it carefully up to the seal of his mouth as if requesting entry with that word alone.
It seemed to work. Bucky kissed you back with a gentle, albeit guarded, sort of tenderness that made him soften. His thrusts werenât as rough and punishing as they were before. The dull, throbbing ache between your legs transformed into something sweeter, and your body no longer had to brace itself against strokes that, to you, were nearly bruising and, to Bucky, were just necessary.
For once, your husband let out a soft grunt of pleasure.
âThey never let us,â Bucky said as his teeth grit together, âItâs been years.â
âSince what?â
The face above you tempered moreâthis time with a trace of sadness behind it. He continued to rut into you, but now his thrusts were sloppy, and it seemed as though he were battling against his own pleasure with every motion. He lowered one hand between your legs and began to thumb at your clit, gaze torn from yours.
âClose now?â he muttered.
Ignoring the question youâd asked.
âYears since what?â you pressed anyway. The tiny ripples preceding bliss had already begun to stir inside you, maddeningly, with every flick of his thumb, but your curiosity to know the whole truth was stronger still.
Buckyâs hips were moving at a feverish pace now; his free hand made a fist in the sheets beside your head, and his chest heaved with a series of short, ragged breaths that were no doubt meant to mask his moans as well. Notwithstanding the burn you felt between your legsâhe really was much rougher and stronger now, you sawâyou cupped his cheek again to tilt his face toward yours.
What you saw made your stomach drop.
Your heart clenched like a fist within the confines of your ribcage, and there it wasâthat terrible ache you felt each time you saw something awful materialize before you.
Buckyâs eyes were wet with tears. He wouldnât blink.
He tilted his head into your touch, as if for support, but really, the weight of it signaled to you that he just wanted to feel you. Be assured that you were there. His big, broad arms seemed suddenly unable to hold his weight, and then he sank into your frame with a grunt and another stuttered breath. Like he was ready to collapse.
âDonât leave again,â he said quietly.
The pain in your chest elevated, in bloom.
âBucky I didnâtâ wasnâtââ you started to say.
The friction between your bodies was almost too much to bear. You couldnât be sure if you were talking to your husband, soldat, or some strange, inconceivable mixture of the two, but you could tell that this one was desperate.
Pleading.
âI canât lose you again.â
The head of his cock grazed your most sensitive spot inside, and a whine seeped out through your teeth. Buckyâs whole body was blanketing yours, torso flush with your front and hips working an erratic cadence as he got a glimpse of release himself. He groaned out in pleasure and begged you to stay. You promised that you would. Your legs were still wound around his sides, but both of your bodies were slick with a sheen of sweat; it was hard to hang on. Buckyâs hair was wild and pushed back from his face, but his eyes were clear when they finally met yours, and you heard him mumble again, âPlease stay.â
You didnât know what else to say but okay, baby, I will.
You swore you would stay, and in between oaths, your mouth was consumed by a barrage of kissesâBucky got to feast with a full set of teeth again, primal as everâand then your climax hit. Euphoria washed over you whole with a force you werenât expecting to feel, and you couldnât help but cry out and whine as waves of pleasure coursed straight from the innermost depths of your core.
Buckyâs hips collided with yours in two more stuttered thrusts, and when he bottomed out at the last, you felt a heavy spurt of warmth. A groan coiling out of his chest. Muscles growing lax and two sturdy arms coming to bracket your head as your husbandâs whole body weight went folding into yours. You kissed some more, in between frenzied intakes of breaths and steadying moments where you were simply trying to ground your body and get your heart to slow down to a normal rate.
You held each other in silence for a while. Buckyâs head fell next to yours on the pillow when the last of his spend had been emptied, but otherwise, he didnât stir. At some point, his hands slid behind your back, and the second he hugged you to him, you felt secure in that embrace.
You were probably as far as youâd ever been from understanding who the fuck your husband was, but all it seemed you were capable of feeling for now was pity.
Pity for the years heâd lost to captivity; pity for what was little more than mere existence under HYDRAâs thumb; pity for all the things you still didnât know about his past.
You held Bucky tighter, and, flooded with this strange, grating emotion and an overwhelming sense of powerlessness, you wished you could protect him, too.
âJames?â you mumbled into his hair.
Bucky didnât respond.
You squeezed his shoulder. Still nothing.
Against your better judgment, you tried to shift yourself underneath his body. You figured you wouldnât make it far at all, but at least he would be aware that you were trying to get up. Maybe even start to move with you.
He didnât.
It took everything in you just to wedge an elbow back, struggle to prop yourself up against his weight, and when you were about to let out a huff of an exasperated laugh and tell him, Bucky, youâre crushing me, honey, could you please ease up a little, your request was answered before the words could even leave your mouth.
At the sound of two new muffled voices carrying up from the living room and what appeared to be noises from shuffling feet, Bucky rose straight from the bed, off you.
Your gaze trailed his to the door, and you reached for him.
âBaby, itâs justââ
Bucky was back on his feet. Yanking his boxers and pants up his legs and buckling his belt in no time at all.
The movers. Itâs just the movers bringing in furnitureâ
You moved your hand closer to your husband in the hopes of stalling his movements for half a second, but then a set of ruthless blue eyes had you pinned, quick:
âStay.â
Your outstretched arm was taken up in a much stronger, stiffer one, and you were suddenly pulled over to Bucky.
But you knew from the eyes it wasnât him at all.
And you werenât so much being tugged toward him as you were being hauled to the floor. Thrown on your knees beside the bed, next to Bucky. He was about to leave.
Without thinking, you reached for one of the legs of his trousers and sank your nails into the fabric to hold him in place, to tell him again that there was nothing to see out there but the people you knew, no threat outside at all. But Bucky was deaf to your pleas, it seemed. He shrugged you off easily and made a move for his gun, expression blank, stolid, calm, hardened. Decided.
You tried to rise to your feet but were stopped.
âSTAY,â Bucky boomed again, this time an order that he didnât even deign to complete with a look your way.
If he hadâif he even possessed the ability to consider anything but the immediate task at handâhe wouldâve seen his own hand knock you to the floor to keep you from standing. Mightâve caught a glimpse of the instant your head struck the edge of the nightstand before you hit the ground. Couldâve even made out the first traces of blood that came trickling out from above your temple. Wouldâve seen you cower back, viscerally, out of fear.
But holding the side of your head and watching him leave, grim realization twisted at the pit of your stomach, and you knew the man wouldnât have stopped if he had.
If your soldatâs objective was to protect you from any harm lurking outside that door, real or illusory, nothing you were capable of doing now could stop that. At expense to yourself, at expense to him, at expense to whatever lives stood between the Winter Soldier and that unwavering, hardwired goal, he still would not ever stop.
Thinking of new, innocent lives in the balance, now, you scrambled for your phone the next second to call Steve.
You tried him once. Twice. A third time crawling on your knees, then standing, then staggering over to the door and pulling the phone from your ear just to send a string of texts to your friend while the thing continued to ring.
SOS
Need help
Pick up please
Buckyâs stuck and heâs
About to hurt people here
A crash sounded outside. You hurried to the door. Your hand closed around the knob and tried to turn it. The handle turned freely, but something behind it was refusing to let you leave the room. You pressed again.
âBucky!â
Your cry was useless in the face of the barricade outside.
You pushed your shoulder and, behind it, the whole force of your weight against it anyway, trying to get out.
The line went dead. You tried again.
Now with your phone to one ear and the bedroom door taking the brunt of your hits from the other, bleeding side of your body, you scarcely heard much of anything else. The ring started. Stopped. Began again when you pressed a shaky finger to Steveâs contact name, and continued in a cycle for some time while you tried to force whatever was on the other side of the door away.
The second a voice broke through the haze of your frantic, half-crazed state of consciousness, you cried:
âSTEVE!â
âMrs. Barnes?â
You were shocked to hear a woman on the other end. Your pulse was still racing, shoulder aching from the impact of each desperate push youâd been forcing against the door, and then you stopped. Another loud something sounded down the hallway, further away, but you were too startled and unnerved to take any note of it.
You started to ask, âWhereâs Steve?â when the voice continued:
âThis is Mrs. Barnes?â
âYes,â you answered woodenly.
You held the phone as close to your ear as you could, but still, the womanâs words were coming in and out in bursts. You mustâve mistakenly accepted the call when trying to reach Steveâyou couldnât think right now; could barely retract the phone far enough to see a strange number displayed on the screen. You swallowed.
ââfrom Lenox Hill Hospital at Northwell Healthââ
The high-rise medical center on the Upper East Side youâd visited that week. Bucky had wanted you tested for nutritional deficiencies and anemia, of all fucking things.
ââif you had a moment or two to chat and maybeââ
No, you needed Steve, not this outpatient courtesy call.
You wouldâve liked to hang up. Shouldâve hung up. In fact, your fingers were practically itching to hit the button the whole time the nurse was speaking to you, but something in you just couldnât be persuaded to do it. It took several more seconds before your senses began to creep back, and by then, when you were about to drop the call, you heard a phrase that stopped you on a dime.
ââbut the doctor advises prenatal vitaminsââ
âWhat?â you snapped, far more harshly than you meant.
The nurse paused a beat, whether from incredulity at how rude youâd just sounded or to consider something. When she resumed, she sounded a little more guarded.
âYesâŠDr. Watkins did reach out to you about your bloodwork from your last visit, didnât she? I thoughtââ
âNo,â you said, rushed and painfully brusque, again. You tried to rein in your tone some before continuing, âShe didnâtâdidnât reach out about anything. What vitamins?â
Another pause.
âPrenatals.â
You hated that she gave you another second to chew on that word before taking a breath and pressing on.
âIâm terribly, terribly sorry to be the one to spring that on you, Mrs. BarnesâI thought you knewâŠumââ The nurse was sheepish now, almost embarrassed to be speaking, ââyouâre aboutâŠthree weeks along in your pregnancy.â
Three weeks along.
Advised prenatal vitamins.
For the child growing inside of you.
A rivulet of blood trickled into your left eye.
Your whole body was apt to convulse, but it didnât.
You hung up.
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Summary: After Task Force 141 got a hint that you gave important information to their enemy- the boys do not hesitate to chain you up and give you a taste of hell. You on the other hand are innocent but they do not believe you
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Platonic Task Force 141! x Fem!Reader (Simon Ghost Riley x Reader) a/n: pretty proud of that ngl.. enjoy guys love you!
Warnings: uhm this whole fic is basically a warning. Torture; Blood; Mental Health; Angst angst angst not proof read
genre: ANGST
+ 1,6k words
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6
You thought you were going insane.
Maybe you already were, but it was no suprise- seeing the circumstances you were in. Arms stretched uncomfortably backwards and up- chains rubbing your wrists painfully raw. The stress position Soap put you in wasn't easy peasy lemonsqueezy.
Tears brimming in your eyes at the thought. You felt fucking betrayed. You were fucking betrayed, for gods sake! by your own team- the people you cried with- the people that you loved more than yourself- the people you called your family. That one man you took a bullet for.
Fuck all that bullshit.
Those were the same people that didn't believe you when things got rocky. When some pricks pointed their fingers at you- they immediately treated you as an enemy. The same people that chained you up. The same man that made you fucking blind on one eye
Everything was a lie, apparently.
The cell you were in was shady- you didn't expect something different- i mean you just served the military for many years and did everything for your country- of course you didn't deserve something more decent.
In the end you didn't care. Just waited.
When Gaz interrogated you- you kept your mouth shut. What should you do? Lie? Fuck no, you had so much self respect left, even in this dehumanizing situation.
of course your facade broke often times- you were only human after all. And it hurt- you were in this situation before- tortured by your enemies knowing that you would probably outlive them anyway as your team would rip them apart in a few days.
But now- being here- seeing how your 'friends'- your family- spat at you with nothing more than hate made you feel even more miserable- knowing, that no one will safe you this time.
You cried- having panick attacks deep into countless nights-being triggered by any small sound that wasn't coming from you or that rat in the corner of the room. Yelling at them- telling them that you didn't do shit. They didn't believe you.
Spiraling deep in your thoughts- shoulders sore and numb hands from the stress position- still tasting a faint trace of your own blood-
the sensory of the dried up blood on your cheek was uncomfortable at the beginning- cracking everytime you opened your mouth- but it quickly got kicked to the bottom of your worries as Price's wodden bat flew into your face yesterday- tooth flying onto the ground as you spat the crimson liquid at his feet- earning another strike from your Captain.
Your Saliva turning pink with the blood, sticking to your chin- slowly dripping down- having no free hand to wipe it off.
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You were here for about 1 and a half weeks now- how'd you know that? because you could hear the guards mutter something behind that steal door.
You shivered, suffering from hypothermia, a consequence of being almost naked in this shithole. Simon himself stripped you down- ignoring your pleas and protests.
Simon.
The man you did everything for, took a bullet for, cared for and slept with. He was the love of your life- or so you thought.
You were never scared of Simon. Since the first day you met him- you were kinda drawn to that giant of a man. Always spawning in his near with hearts in your eyes- Soap always made fun of you- but he found it cute neverthless, he could see that Simon didn't hate you.
You stitched him up- knew his fears (being a therapists daughter was quite a help for having deep convos), you knew of his past- even if it took you years to finally break his many iron walls down
You saw his face- kissed his scars and showered him with your time and love- giving him your all- even your body.
You weren't in a relationship- but everybody knew that Simon 'Ghost' Riley liked you. Even if you didn't tell anybody from the Force.
In the end it seemed not be enough, as the same man nearly strangled you to death down here. At first you were desperate, scared- but you stopped pleading a long time ago.
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heavy footsteps shook you out of your trance- spiraling thoughts stopping for a mere second as you looked into his stone cold eyes.
Balaklava on his scarred face- making you inhale sharply- heart throbbing at his sight. The black paint around his eyes made them pierce through the dark even more.
The same paint you applied more than once onto his unique face. he looked beautiful in your eyes. Even after everything that happened.
You're in here since a few nights.- Clothes starting to hang loosely around your body- having not eaten in days.
"Simon-" you croaked out- voice not cooperating as it should- making you tear up. When did everything turned out to be like that? This nightmare? You flinched a bit- chains clinking softly at your slight movement when he came towards you- still not speaking.
He stared. Stared at your weak frame. The dark hole you were chained into- being in a constant state of fear- Anxiety pulling and clawing at your nerves.
You gritted your teeth- looking to the side with a defeated huff. Tears prickling in your eyes once more- threatening to fall as he watched you like you were a kicked stray dog. Maybe you were in their eyes.
"I-" you croaked out once more "I didn't do it, Simon, i swear" you whispered into the dimmly lit room- Still not looking at him. "I swear to god Simon, I didn't.." you weeped in silence as he just looked "Fuck why should I betray you!!" you screamed in frustration at his figure- tears falling as he only left- leaving you in complete darkness- letting you cry to yourself till you eventually passed out.
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Not even two day passed before he bursted through the iron door again- the loud sound ripping you out of your unconsciousness before he angrily grabbed you by your collar- hate flickering in those eyes that once held nothing but adoration for you.
"You fuckin' liar" he seethed through gritted teeth- behind that mask. Pushing you into the wall behind you- your head knocking against the brick wall with such a force that made you wince.
You could feel his anger. And you felt the danger that radiated from the man you gave your heart to.
His hands coming up to press against your jugular with a firm grip- picking you up a few inches into the air- chains clinking again. "Y'think you hav' it in you to lie into my fuckin' face" he growled while pressing down harder- you could feel yourself getting more lightheaded- gasping for air- choking for oxygen.
"Plea' Simon" you begged inbetween small gasps- scared what he will do to you. Hands tied together, wiggling in his painful hold like a suffocating fish- legs kicking to get him away from you- it worked- you gasped, trying to get in as much air as you could while your built up saliva ran down your chin-
he let you go for a second before his fist collided with your face. Hard- knocking the air out of your lungs once more "Jus' tell us the truth" he huffed, before hitting again- at first it hurt and then it burned. Your nose cracked under his fists-
Making you see stars and breath heavily before he took the knife out you gifted him for his birthday. Both your names engraved in it-
"'t will be easier for you" he said before popping the knife out of its sheath. "No, Simon" you cried out- whilst seeing the blade. "You don't have to do this" you gasped as he came dangerously close.
"No,no,no!!" you protested as he teared down your clothing, leaving you in a bra and your underwear. Feeling helpless as he teared down your clothes- ignoring your protest. The coldness of the room let goosebumps arise on your skin almost immediately.
He was quiet. That wasn't a good sign. You waited- staring at him, pulling at your chains as he looked at the blade. Fist tightening as he saw the little heart that was engraved into the hilt. Betrayal flushed his senses as he pushed the knife into your upper leg- making you scream in return.
Twisting the knife- hearing your agony but not stopping- he quickly hit you into your left eye socket with the hilt of the knife to shut you up. he didn't want to hear your screams.
Even if he didn't wanted to admit it- he was also teared apart- but his need to let his anger out was stronger - all the time he spent with a fucking liar- gave you his fucked up heart. All for you to be a fucking snake- a traitor.
He had to do his job- protect his family.
Another jab to the eye- hearing your muffled cries echo across the room- making you see red- the burning sensation was an ugly one. You couldn't see on that eye anymore.
"I fuckin' wish I could just kill you" he seethed before leaving you there in the dark- all beat up and bloody- head throbbing and surely a broken nose- making it hard to breath.
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You waited since then. Waiting for death to come. Waiting for Ghost to end it- but of course he never came back since then. Your wounds were starting to inflame- everything hurt and burned. Your eye swelling almost shut.
They all tortured you. Johnny, Kyle, John and Simon.
But they forgot something important. You were known for being patient. A fucking patient and stubborn woman. You waited. Yes you sometimes protested, and kicked and screamed and insulted them- but you neverthless waited for the day.
The day they finally see that they wronged an innocent. The day you would hurt them. Seek revenge.
Fucking. Revenge.
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The crown.
Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader
Summary: the reader must attend the coronation of her mother's usurper. At least Aemond eases the blow.
A/n: this is so short but too long to be a drabble so đ€·ââïž
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She stood next to Aemond. Not confident, as he was. Not nervous, as Helaena was. Not arrogant as Otto.Â
She wasn't like any of them, really.
How could she be, she was a Velaryon.Â
She was married to Aemond when they were both five and ten. It was Rhaenyra's idea. She wished to bridge the gap between the families.Â
And the two grew to love each other well.Â
But like all marriages, there came strife.
Like Aegon usurping the throne.Â
So there they stood, watching as Aegon walked through the crowd to be coronated.
Aemond looked to his wife, his fingers reaching to brush hers. His voice was soft in her ear, "Please pretend to be joyful. At least give me that."
She turned her face to him, their breaths mixing. "You'd have me lie?"
He hummed. "I'll not see what happens to you if you do not. I will not allow it."
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She opened her eyes, cringing when the light from the window blinded her.Â
Giving a light yawn, she stretched and sat up in the bed.Â
Aemond had already left.Â
It was not uncommon. His favorite time to spar was the morning.Â
She waited a while, frowning when her handmaiden never came in to help her dress.Â
She stood on shaky legs and moved to the door.Â
Locked.Â
She shook in vigorously. "Ser Erryk?!"
No response.Â
She banged her fist on the door. "Please."
She stepped back, growing frustrated. "I am locked inside!"
"Ser Erryk?"
"Aemond?"
"Please! Take me to my husband!"
She finally sighed and tried one last effort, placing her hand gently on the door, "I do not know what I have done. Please."
When nothing came, she huffed and moved to dress herself.
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"What?" Aemond asked lowly.
"The Princess, your grace. She has been calling for you."
He shrugged. "Why? She can come to me. She knows that."
"Her door has been locked, my prince."
His gaze hardened. "You've locked her inside our chambers?"
"By the Hand's command, my prince," Ser Erryk said. His eyes held remorse.Â
"Why was I not made aware of this?" Aemond growled. "She is my wife. If she is of any consequence, it should be mine! If she wishes out of her room, bring her to me."
"Yes, Prince Aemond."
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Aemond spent the next hour holding her as she wept.Â
Her grandsire gone. Her mother's right taken from her.Â
And this poor girl was stuck in the midst of it all.
"You and I both know⊠VâŠViserys did not⊠want this," she cried into his chest.Â
He hummed in thought. "No. But it does not change its coming."
"Your family sees no reason," she sniffled.
"Hey," he warned lowly as he cupped her cheeks to force her to look at him. "Our family. You must be more Hightower than Velaryon now."
"I hold none of your mother's blood in me, Aemond."
"If you stay a Velaryon, you will not last. You are married to me. You have my name. You have my titles. You have everything."
"I have you. I shall make that enough, dear husband."
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She felt tears form in her eyes as the crown was placed on Aegon's head.Â
The crowd cheered, but she saw nothing.Â
A rubble stirred through the ground and the silver hair siblings all gazed at one another in confusion.
Rhaenys and Meleys emerged from below the boards, causing a shake to move though the building.Â
Gasps and screams were heard.
Aemond's eye widened, and he immediately was on guard.Â
Alicent moved to Aegon, shielding him from the dragon's jaws.Â
In turn, Ser Criston shifted himself between the dowager queen and Helaena, ready to interfere anywhere he needed to.
But only when Meleys turned her head did Aemond move.Â
He grabbed his wife's wrist in a desperate grip, pulling her behind him as his other hand was held near his sword.
They watched as Rhaenys and Alicent stared at one another, waiting for the other to make a move first.Â
Meleys reared back, preparing herself to attack.
When her great jaws opened and they believed fire would escape from it, Aemond turned completely to his wife, wrapping his arms around her waist and the other holding her head against him. He was intent on shielding her from the horrors that laid on the other side of his body.
But when a mighty roar came from the dragon instead, Aemond relaxed slightly. His hands remained, but his body was eased.Â
He turned when Meleys finished. His eye met Rhaenys'. It was clear she was thinking about something. Not something, someone.Â
His wife stood behind him still, her eyes peeking over his sturdy shoulders.Â
Rhaenys tilted her head at the sight of the two of them, mourning the loss of Rhaeynra's daughter to the Hightowers.
And Meleys flew away.
Aemond let out a breath, pulling her head to him to kiss the crown of it.Â
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to my toji lovers ⊠remember iâm just a girl !
you and tojiâs relationship was a silly joke that you were too blinded by cock to see. toji had one motive in his scheme: lottery tickets. and you just so happened to be the girl who ran the store late night. âis this good doll?â his rough voice was in your ear, cock so deep in you that he felt that print on your pudge. his hands pressed down making you lose your mind. head falling back, thankful hitting his shoulder.
he kissed your face closing his eyes, and making his thrust rougher- so much to where you had to lean on the rusty countertop praying no late night customers walked in. your head was spinning, the dick making your skin tingle, that drove you to say the most outlandish things- likeee this! âc-cuminmeee ohgod! p-please want your babyâ tojiâs cock jerked inside of your soft walls, his hand wrapping around your braids making his thrust rough and long, making you feel the way his tip poked at your inside. âyou want my baby?â he smirked, watching how your pretty ass, with the most beautiful stretch marks clapped against him.
the cream ring around his two toned dick didnât help the case of him wanting to fill you up. what made the whole situation worst was toji has no business having kids, but with you- it didnât sound so bad. as his balls slapped against you one last time, your pussy clenched so tight that it sucked every last child from him. âfuckfuckkkkâ you cried head falling on the hard surface, pussy creaming so much that it dripped down your legs hitting your khakis. after a short moment of his rough voice calming you down, toji pulled up your panties making sure to keep his cum locked in you. already thinking of the life time amount of lottery tickets he would be getting- not including the twenty in his over-worn sweatpants.
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