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berry-potchy · 4 months

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Dad's Best Friend!Miguel part 2

Summary: Your dad shows up unannounced, interrupting your romantic dinner with Miguel. He plants seeds of doubt in your pretty little head that Miguel is more than happy to snip off

Tags: DBF!Miguel x F!Reader, age gap, college age reader, P in V sex, size difference (smaller reader), brief under the table footjob, spanking, insecurities, vague mention of Miguel’s past relationships, uncomfortable relationship talk with your dad who means well but ends up making you feel like shit anyway

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Surprise! The second part actually exists. It’s been almost a year since part one and I kept teasing part 2 but I couldn’t think of a way to end it. I considered just abruptly cutting it off and post it but I just couldn’t do it. BUT HERE IT IS NOW. Hope you guys still enjoy it!

Part 1

It has been a week since Miguel has caught you masturbating to the thought of him. A week since you found out that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. A week of absolute depravity that you thought only happened in porn. He fucked you all over the house; no room, furniture, or surface was left untouched during your vigorous lovemaking.

Unfortunately, his “sick leave” had to come to an end and so did your self-imposed break from uni. He’s going back to work the next day so you decided you were going to do something special and make the most of the last evening of his leave. Of course, there’ll be more times to fuck but you feel the need to give him something special before he goes back to his workaholic mode. Maybe it’ll encourage him to start coming home earlier.

You had everything planned. You and Miguel had a lovely early dinner that he helped you prepare. The way it was so easy to fall into a domestic routine made your heart flutter. You’d have to ask him if you can do this with him more often when he’s not so busy with work. You also had wine that Miguel picked out for both of you. You trusted his mature tastes even though you knew he preferred hard liquor. And for dessert, well…

“That’s it, gatita,” Miguel grunted in your ear, a deep growl rumbles from his chest as he rams his fat cock relentlessly into your greedy cunt. “Taking my cock so well. I’m gonna miss this when I’m at work tomorrow. Gonna think about your tight little pussy while I’m in a boring meeting.”

You can’t form any coherent words from how aggressive his thrusts were. Each thrust drove his cock deeper into you, his tip kissing your cervix, knocking the air out of your lungs and the words out of your little cock drunk brain. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and your arms holding his broad shoulders for support, hands desperately clawing at his back. You clung to him tightly as he fucked you standing up in the middle of the kitchen. He took full control of your body, his large hands on your waist, moving you up and down his cock as he pleased, like you’re his personal living cocksleeve.

“My little slut can’t even talk anymore,” he laughs at your pathetic whimpers and whines “Taking my cock like a good girl. Going to make sure you feel it until tomorrow.”

You bury your face in the crook of his neck panting, mumbling “please” over and over again against his skin. Your tits are pressed against him, sensitive nipples rubbing against the dusting of dark hair on his chest with every movement. The burning knot in your stomach is threatening to come undone.

“You’re gonna cum for me, princesa?” he said as his thrusts grow frantic. “Wanna feel your pussy milk my cock dry. She’s so greedy for my cum. Sucking me in so good I can’t even try to pull out.”

You arch your back as you feel your orgasm rip through you, making you see white for a second. Miguel catches you, an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders to keep you from falling over as he keeps on rutting into you to chase after his own climax. He pulls you closer to him to capture your mouth into a kiss as you feel his hot cum coat your velvety walls. You moan against his lips, giving his tongue access to your mouth, making you melt in his arms.

You reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, resting your sweaty forehead against his. He coos at how absolutely wrecked you looked, the pretty makeup you did for him all smeared and messed up. The red of your lipstick is no longer on your lips but all over Miguel – on his lips, cheeks, neck, chest, trailing all the way down to the red ring near the base of his cock.

Miguel sets you down on the dining table, hands keeping your knees apart to watch his cum dripping out of your sloppy hole. Your hands grab your breasts, squeezing them together for his viewing pleasure. Miguel moans at the sight. You are so perfect to him.

“I’m going to see your dad again in the office tomorrow,” he says, kneeling in front of your spread legs, ready to eat his dessert. He licks his lips and rubs his large hands up and down your thighs “I’m sure he’s going to have questions. I’ll make sure to tell him how good you were, taking care of me and making me feel so much better.”

He was about to dive in when the doorbell rang. You hear him growl a string of Spanish curse words under his breath as he reluctantly stands up from where he was kneeling. He tries to calm down and you sit up to wipe the sweat and lipstick off his face. You help him put on his shirt, straightening it out as much as you can with your hands as he tucks away his half-hard cock in his sweatpants. You brush his messy hair back away from his forehead, trying to make him look presentable for when he answers the door.

“I’ll be quick,” he sighs, kissing you on your temple as he pulls away and walks out the room. You can’t help but be a little curious as to who is looking for Miguel this late in the evening. You try to stand up, snatching the silk robe you were wearing earlier to peek at the visitor when you hear an all too familiar voice echo in the halls.

“Miguel! You look like shit!” The loud booming voice of your father makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming over?” Miguel said, trying to act normal as you hear him letting your dad in. “You should’ve called.”

“Well I did try to but neither you nor my daughter were answering,” he said “Anyway where is she? I brought you guys your favorites for dinner. I’ll even set up the dinner table for you.”

That got you to snap back to reality. Shit, shit, shit!

You start running to your room, careful not to leave a trail of Miguel’s cum on the floor. You try to wash off any traces of sex with a quick shower and change into a simple shirt and unfortunately with a bra and shorts on this time. Can’t have your dad know you parade around the house half-naked for a man twice your age.

Downstairs, Miguel’s boner is fully killed. He didn’t even get to clean you up with his tongue. Shame. Your dad is talking about work stuff but he’s only half-listening. He helps him set the table for your second dinner of the evening, not able to turn down his best friend lest he gets suspicious. He eyes a few white drops on the table and reluctantly wipes it with the hem of his shirt. His eyes meet yours as you enter the room, drying your hair with a towel. You give him a tight-lipped smile before going in to greet your dad.

You have an okay dinner together: Your dad did most of the talking, which is usually what happens between him and Miguel anyway. He also is still under the impression that Miguel was actually sick so he got a pass. You however have to pretend you aren’t annoyed that the night you planned is ruined as you answer his questions about uni.

“No boys? Partners? I told Miguel not to let you bring any around,” he says smugly to which Miguel smirks, taking a sip of the whisky your dad brought over.

“Dad, please,” you groan, sliding down on your chair, which makes him laugh out loud. You steal a glance at Miguel, pouting, and he’s laughing along. Traitor.

“I just wanted to be sure my baby’s focusing on her studies,” he says, putting his hands up in surrender before adding “and that I don’t end up a grandpa too soon.”

They keep laughing but thankfully, Miguel changes the topic. You give him a look of relief and rub your foot on his leg as a silent thank you. He keeps talking to your dad, pretending not to feel your foot stray further up until it rests on his inner thigh, the tip of your toe toying with the outline of his cock. He grabs your ankle but doesn’t stop you. He instead moves to sit a little closer to the table so you can rub the sole of your foot against his clothed length.

You’re playing a dangerous game. Your dad is right there he could look under the table and find his precious daughter giving his best friend a footjob in front of the dinner and alcohol he so graciously brought over. But you were feeling petty about your ruined plans and Miguel doesn’t seem to mind the attention to his cock.

You bite your lip, feeling his cock harden under your touch. He must feel sticky and uncomfortable under his sweatpants after not being able to wipe his dick of your combined fluids when your dad barged in. You wish your dad decides to leave early so you could get on your knees for Miguel and lick him clean.

Miguel eventually excuses himself, coughing that he needs to go to the bathroom, probably to jerk off and shower. You start clearing up the table and your dad offers to help.

“So,” he starts wiping the table “I see the way you look at Miguel.”

You freeze, trying not to drop the stack of plates you’re holding.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You start loading the dishwasher, trying not to make it obvious that your hands are shaking.

“Hey, no need to get defensive. I know what I saw,” he says “And I mean, you’re a young single lady and Miguel is this handsome, cool, older guy that’s a constant in your day-to-day. It’s not wild to have a crush on him. I’m just…”

Silence.

“Sweetie, I’m worried about you. I don’t want you to get hurt when he doesn’t return your feelings,” he sighs as he leans his hip on the counter next to you. He’s trying to look you in the eyes, trying to let you know that he’s being sincere. “Believe me that man has no time for romance. He’s all busy with his work. Plus I’ve seen the women he slept with before. All supermodel looking and yet… well they never last long.”

“Thanks for the confidence boost, dad,” you roll your eyes at him, trying hard to ignore the feeling of wanting to throw up. You don’t want to think about that. About the specifics of what you and Miguel have going on. You’re just trying to enjoy Miguel’s attention right now. For the longest time, you didn’t even think you had the chance. Is it really that bad to just accept what he’s willing to give right now?

“I’m not saying you’re not beautiful, honey! Of course, you’re beautiful! You’re my daughter,” he tries to lighten the mood but turns serious when you don’t laugh. “Just might not be his type. Besides, he’s twice your age. He's too close to your old man’s age. Are you sure that’s something you’d like? In a few years, he’d be just as uncool as me while you’re still young and should be enjoying your life.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug. You both stay silent for a few moments. You think about Miguel and try to look for signs. Signs that say he just wants sex or that he wants something more. All you can think about is how sweet he always was with you even before you had sex. Even more now. You blush remembering how Miguel peppered your face with kisses this morning to wake you up because he wanted to cook breakfast but didn’t want to leave you in bed.

“Okay, but what if he does?” you countered, suddenly gaining a bit of confidence. “Would you be okay with that? If we get into a relationship?”

A painful few seconds of silence that felt like forever.

“I know that look in your eyes,” he finally says, shaking his head, and sighing. “It’s your “I’m going to get what I want” look you got from your mom. You’re gonna get hurt.”

You cross your arms and pout, never one to back down.

“And if he does end up liking you,” he starts again and you side-eye him “well… good thing he doesn't.”

You groan as your dad messes up your hair, laughing as he sees Miguel come back, fresh from his shower. Your dad finally decides it’s time to head out and let the sick man rest. He gives you a tight hug and a kiss on your forehead before leaving.

You’re left alone with Miguel again in the kitchen. The earlier conversation with your dad soured your mood and left you zoning out. Miguel slips himself between your parted legs as you sit on the kitchen counter, large, warm hands kneading your thighs, fingers slipping under the hem of your shorts.

“What’s on your mind, princesa?” He leans in to press his forehead against yours. “Tell me.”

You try to turn away but he brings a curled finger under your chin to make you face him. His brows are furrowed, worried. You try to look at him and your heart stutters. You don’t want whatever you have with him to end. You’re not sure if you actually want something serious with Miguel but the thought of just being a bedwarmer to Miguel is upsetting.

“Just thinking,” you start, trying to get the words out without sounding jealous or spiteful “My dad said you used to date? Sleep around with? Whatever. The girls you were with before were all… supermodel looking. They’re probably tall and skinny and drop-dead gorgeous huh? Is that your type?”

“And where is this going, nena?” Miguel whispers, pulling away and giving you a stern look.

“Well, I’m just not like that?” you say sheepishly, pursing your lips and shying away from his gaze. “I don’t know why you gave me the chance. I’m just-”

Miguel’s gentle touch on your chin turns into him gripping your cheeks, making you shut up. You nervously look at him, a deep frown on his face.

“Don’t you ever put yourself down, cariño,” he says, his eyes sharp. He makes you keep your eyes on him while he uses his other hand to pull you closer, making you wrap your legs around his waist. “You know, at the start, I offered to let you stay here just because I wanted to mentor you when I had the time. I know you’re a brilliant girl, so intelligent, following in your dad’s footsteps. What I didn’t expect is for you to consume my thoughts day and night for the past few months. You’ve grown into such a beautiful lady, cariño. You are such a temptation, making me think about your pretty eyes looking up so innocently at me. Those lips tempt me every single time you pout at me to get your way.”

He growls, finally letting go of your face to move his hands to your ass. He suddenly bucks his hips against yours making you gasp out loud, your clothed cunt rubbing against his growing bulge. You try to move your hips to gain friction on your throbbing cunt but he keeps you still.

“Don’t even get me started on this body of yours,” he buries his face at the crook of your neck, kissing, licking, nipping at the sensitive flesh making your head roll to the side to give him more access “So perfect for me. Made for me to grab, to fuck, to worship. Dios mio, nena, I can’t get enough of you.”

He sounds drunk from your scent and taste, mouthing at your neck, hands kneading your flesh. He grabs handfuls of the soft fat of your thighs, your ass, your tummy rolls, your plump tits, and back down, committing each curve to memory. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure when he laps at your pulse with his skillful tongue.

“So I don’t wanna hear any of that nonsense comparing yourself to women I didn’t care about then and I sure don’t care about now,” he growls as he picks you up and flips you around. He bends you over the counter, stomach against the cold marble top and the rounded edges digging at the tops of your thighs. Your feet can’t quite reach the floor so you settle for trying to wrap your legs around Miguel’s own. He yanks your shorts and panties down to your knees in one aggressive motion.

“My silly beautiful girl getting jealous over old flings and exes,” he hummed, his large hands massaging your ass, kneading the cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs. “They’re not here anymore, are they? Didn’t work out with them and they’re not in my life anymore. And I prefer it that way.”

You feel him spit on your hole, dripping down to mix with your own wetness. You drop your head onto the countertop, the heated skin on your face making the marble feel icy. He takes your wrists, securing your hands behind your back with his own large hand while his other still massages your ass. Your eyes flutter, enjoying the sensation when you hear a loud smack cut through the momentary silence.

“Mig-” you yelp as you feel a sharp sting on your right ass cheek. His hand goes back to massaging, trying to soothe your reddened skin. You whine as he gives your other cheek the same treatment. Two matching red handprints bloom on both your cheeks.

“You shouldn’t be listening to your dad about my type when I was much younger,” he says, his voice low and serious as he leans down to press his sculpted chest on your back “Because right now there’s nothing I want more than this pequeña prinscesa whose toes can't even reach the floor when I bend her over the kitchen counter. You love that too don't you? How I’m much bigger than you? How easily I can carry you around, bend you over, and fuck you whenever I want? Love folding you in half and using your pretty pussy- no, my pretty pussy. This is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Isn’t that right?

You nod enthusiastically not trusting your voice to speak. the words he growls at your ear going straight to your cunt. You feel another hard smack go down your ass, the impact making you slide a bit on the counter. His hands pull you back by the waist to press his erection against your dripping cunt, your wetness soaking through his sweatpants.

“Use your words when you answer me, nena,” he growls, grinding himself against your folds. The friction from the fabric of his sweatpants feels heavenly against your puffy folds.

“Yessss,” you whine, pushing your ass back against him “all yours. Need you to fuck this pussy please, please, please!”

“How can I say no when my baby girl is begging so nicely?” he coos, pulling down his sweatpants to free his cock. He takes it in his hand and presses the tip in. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your velvety walls welcome him back, still stretched out from your earlier activities.

“Perfect,” Miguel groans as he wastes no time to fuck into your slutty little hole that’s sucking him in so lewdly. “Made for me. Mi princesa needs to learn that no one can compare to her. She’s so perfect. And she’s mine. Only mine. And I am hers.”

“Yo-urs– M-ah, Miguel,” you whimper as he keeps hitting all the right places, his tip hitting your sweet spot with each hard thrust until you’re once again pushed over the edge of sweet release. Your gummy walls contract, milking Miguel’s cock as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He follows shortly after with a deep moan, his cock coating your insides with his warm seed.

Miguel makes no move to pull out. Instead he peppers your shoulders and neck with kisses, humming in contentment, whispering sweet endearments. Your heart fills with warmth and before you could even think about it, the words just leave your mouth.

“I love you, Miguel”

Silence. Anxiety starts to bubble in your chest as you start to think that you’ve read all the signs wrong. But before you could take it back, Miguel turns you to lie on your back, facing him. He leans down to capture your lips in his, his hands pulling you closer as if he was afraid you’d leave if he lets go. He mumbles “I love you” against your lips over and over again for the rest of the night making sure you never doubt his feelings for you ever again.

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brairslair · 9 months

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just self indulgent eddie filth i wrote while sleep deprived, ur welcome

18+ ONLY (minors dni)

a/n: i love the opposites attract shit idk smth abt it is just sooo

cw: one use of the word “slut”, eddie running his mouth as per usual, light exhibitionism, kinda hinted at a corruption kink but barely, shitty writing

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“gotta keep quiet for me, princess”

Your parents were right downstairs preparing a lovely dinner, which you had invited your sweet boyfriend to. Soon after you had also invited him on a house tour, leading him right into your pretty pink bedroom, where you may or may not have left out some of your best lacy little panties for him to see, which got you to where you are now.

“Shhh, you gotta keep quiet for me, princess.” Eddie reminds you, gravely and hot in your ear, chest leaned down to press against your back, “Wouldn’t wanna get caught now would we?”

You bite your lip hard, forcing down a whine as you shake your head. Manicured nails tug at your dainty floral sheets and your arms begin to shake from holding yourself up. Your eyes dart over to the door to make sure it hadn’t magically unlocked itself, head spinning.

Every thrust sparks the ebbing fire in your belly, the head of his dick rubbing just right against your spongey walls. A particularly hard thrust pulls another soft moan from your lips, your arms collapsing beneath you as your face falls into your pillow. He’s doing it on purpose.

You whine his name out, long and desperate, muffled by the fluffy mass beneath you. You can’t decide if it’s too much, or not enough, but your hips push back against his.

He rubs his thumbs soothingly on your hips despite the way his hips pick up in pace, cooing out an “I know, baby, I know.” and “It’s all too much, isn’t it?” hushed words dripping with faux sympathy.

Your nails claw deeper into your sheets, getting dangerously close to ripping them. You can feel the pleasure building up rapidly, getting dangerously close to release but still needing more, more, more.

“Eddie-“ your whole body is trembling, and your stomach tightens with restraint, “Ed- I’m gonna-“

“Oh yeah? Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” you clench around him in response, panting with the effort to stay silent. “Gonna make a mess on my cock in your pretty little bed, baby?” Tears start to form on your lash line, and your chest aches with a suppressed sob.

You don’t notice when a hand slides its way off of your hip, and suddenly his finger is on your clit, rubbing it cruelly and making your brain go completely blank.

Before you can make a sound, his hand is in your hair, pulling you flush against his chest and muffling your pretty noises with his lips. You can feel his breath getting heavier and his thrusts getting sloppier.

His lips migrate down to your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses along your flushed skin, “Come on, pretty girl, I know you can do it.” His kisses on your sweet spot, and his fingers circling your clit, and his cock buried so deep inside you, and it’s all too much.

“Go ahead. Be a good little slut and soak my dick for me, sweetheart.”

His hand clasps firmly over your mouth as you fall right over the edge, stifling your screams and sobs of his name as your vision hazes over.

“Attagirl”

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year

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Consummation

Hantengu Clones x Fem!Reader

warnings: virginity loss, several creampies, cervix kiss, riding, mentions of breeding, short mention of blood consumption

Part 1

“Consummate? You mean…”

(Name)’s already flushed face burned hot with embarrassment as Karaku pulled at her kimono impatiently.

“Sex. With all of us.”

Urogi gives her a mischievous smile, finally using his talons to completely sever her kimono from her body. She gasped as the now ripped fabric fell to the floor, whimpering at the cold now encasing her form.

“Aww… so so pretty.”

Karaku circled her, taking in every detail of her body. (Name) quickly covered her unguarded chest, a pout forming on her lips.

“I could have just taken it off… perfectly good kimono gone to waste.”

Urogi laughed, pulling her close to him. “Aww, don’t be upset, wife. We’ll get you much prettier kimonos, you won’t even miss those rags you wore before.”

His talons gently caressed her sides, causing her to let out a whimper. “If you’re this sensitive to touch…”

Urogi trailed down to her pussy, running a claw along her panties. She gasped out and gripped his arm, her eyes pleading.

“Can’t lie, you making cute little sounds is getting me worked up. Aizetsu, you’ll do the honors, yeah?”

Karaku turned to Aizetsu, his cock already hardening in his pants. Aizetsu nodded, approaching (Name) slowly, removing his clothing until he only had his underwear on.

“Come, wife. We’ll continue in the bedroom, that would be more comfortable for you, yes?”

He offered out a hand and she took it, holding onto him as if he were her only lifeline. Aizetsu held back to urge to push her up a wall and take her now, knowing that she was a virgin just by her scent.

Her legs wobbled a bit, the anxiety of her first time making them feel like jelly. Aizetsu notices this and immediately picks her up bridal style, one hand along her back and the other under her butt, fingers grazing her wet panties.

Aizetsu closed the door behind the two, the other three allowing you some semblance of privacy as they waited on the other side. With the newfound intimacy of the situation, Aizetsu stroked her hair gently, climbing on top of his trembling wife.

Her eyes met his, almost begging for comfort. He was happy to oblige, placing soft kissed down her chest and stomach, resting his head on her thigh for a moment.

“You smell so good, my love. So sweet. I’m gonna have a taste okay?”

She nodded, bucking her hips slightly when he pulled her panties off. He smiled, happy that she was getting into it.

His fingers dipped into her folds, trailing from her sensitive clot to her core. She gasped out when he inserted his finger, slowly pumping in and out of her. His tongue lapped at her collecting juices, focusing on her clit.

“‘Z-zetsu~” she mewled out, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He whimpered into her pussy, squeezing the fat of her thighs as he indulged in her sweet juices.

Her orgasm came quick, her hips bucking into his face roughly. He allowed her to lose herself in pleasure, pulling at his hair harder until she came down from her high.

“All wet now. You ready for me, sweetheart?”

He pulled down his underwear, letting his large cook spring forward. He hissed at the cold air, ready to bury his cock into her warm pussy.

She whimpered at the sigh of his length, pushing her legs closed. He bent down and kissed her back, pulling apart her legs with ease.

“I’ll be gentle. Would never want to hurt my precious wife.”

His words soothed her just enough to relax under him, giving him the go ahead to start. He pulled her hips into his, pressing his length against her core, rubbing up and down her pussy to gather up her slick.

“I’m gonna push it in, okay? I’m gonna be all inside you.”

His breath hitched as he slid his cock in, (Name) gasping out in pain.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay baby, I won’t move until you’re ready.”

He looked down to where they were joined together, letting out another whimper when he saw droplets of blood pooling from her pussy.

Aizetsu had almost forgotten some human virgins bleed during their first sexual encounter. He hurriedly swiped the blood with his finger and lapped it up, savoring the taste.

(Name) whined, grasping at the empty air. “‘Zestu…”

Aizetsu smiled warmly, leaning down to press his chest against hers, kissing her pouty lips. “Want me closer, my love?”

She nodded, grasping his shoulders as she did. He bit his lip when her nails dig into his shoulders, whining in her ear. “God you feel so good, (Name). I’m gonna start moving okay?”

His pace started off slow, checking her face for any discomfort. His cute little wife looked up at him with lustful eyes, twirling his hair gently.

“You can go faster, ‘Zetsu. Feels good.”

He nodded, pulling her hips closer, her legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’m not going to be able to slow down when I start. Are you sure you’re ready?”

She nodded, her breath heavy. “Please… I wanna feel all of you.”

That was enough to make his cock twitch from inside her. He fulfilled her request by pulling out fully and slamming back in, pounding her so hard she saw stars.

His pace quickened, seeing her push her hips up to meet his was enough to make him cum, but he held out a little longer. He could feel her clenching around him, her orgasm imminent.

“G-gonna cum!”

Aizetsu groaned, keeping his pace. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

When her orgasm came, she wrapped her legs around him tight, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. He kissed back, cumming inside her as her cunt tightened around him.

“S-so good…”

Aizetsu stared down at his wife, his hard cock still inside her. He wanted to be selfish and go for round two, but knew his brothers deserved a turn with her.

“I know you’re probably tired, my love, but you’ll need to be strong. You still have your other three husbands to mate with.”

She groaned, already feeling soreness between her legs. “I know… can you carry me to them?”

“Happily.”

(Name) didn’t expect to see her three husbands already opening the door, Urogi fisting his cock. His face was red, breath coming out in labored huffs.

“Need…”

He tackled her to the ground, pinning her down. He lifted her hips into his, pushing into her without another word.

“Urogi, mmph-“

His pace was uneven and rough, bending down to nip at her neck. She whined out, knees trembling as he leaned against her.

“Careful Urogi, you’re gonna break her legs.”

Sekido pulled his counterpart back a bit, growling impatiently. Urogi groaned, biting at Sekido’s hand. “Wait your turn.”

Urogi did release some of his weight on her, pulling her up to rest on his lap. She could feel his abs pressed against her back, and slowly started to lift her hips up and down his length.

“That’s it pretty girl, ride me all you want. Sweet little thing.”

Karaku crouched in front of (Name), watching as her cunt was pounded. He purred, using one of his hands to rub circles into her clit and the other to tilt her chin up for a steamy kiss.

(Name) whimpered, holding onto Karaku like a lifeline. He moaned into the kiss, his hand leaning her chin to jerk off his leaking cock.

Urogi cried out as he orgasmed, rutting his hips into her like an animal in heat. She didn’t even have time to enjoy her own orgasm before Karaku was pulling her into his own lap for his turn. She barely recognized his cock entering her, nearly kissing her cervix.

Karaku gripped her face, making her look at him while he pounded her puffy red cunt. “Look at who’s making you feel good, (Name). Who’s inside you right now?”

“K-Karaku…”

“That’s right sweetheart, don’t forget it.”

Sekido, watches this display from his seat, the bulge in his pants nearly popping out. He waited, impatiently, for his turn.

He was huge, 11 inches and an inch thick. They needed to get her as stretched out as possible before she would be able to take his length, and he planned on making her take all of it.

Karaku pulled out to cum on her tummy, proud of the two orgasms he had pulled out of her during his turn. (Name) collapsed into his chest, panting.

“One more, (Name). We’re almost done.”

Aizetsu crouched down, petting her hair lovingly. She leaned into his touch, muttering something along the lines of “mmm tired…”

(Name) managed to stand, her legs wobbly. Sekido watched as his counterparts cum dribbled out of her spent cunt, down her legs and onto the floor.

“Hurry up, I’ve waited long enough.”

He beckoned her to sit in front of him, on her knees. She did so, looking up at him with the cutest fucked-out face that made his cock leak through his pants.

She unbuttoned his pants, letting his cock spying forward onto her face.

“Get it wet. Gonna need it.”

She shyly took the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his head. He groaned, placing his hand on her head and pushing it down his length, choking her on his cock.

She gagged, smacking his legs to signal him to let go. He did with a sigh, allowing her to only take half of him into her throat, with was still nearly 6 inches.

Before he could cum, he pushed her back, gesturing for her to climb into his lap.

“It’s too big… gonna hurt.”

(Name) looked up at him with frightened eyes, his cock pressed against her cheek. He frowned, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his lap.

“I’ll go slow. If it hurts too much, we’ll stop and try again later.”

She thought this sounded fair, and slowly descended onto his cock, burying her face in his chest. He allowed her this small comfort, stroking her hair lightly.

“That’s my girl, taking my cock so well. Knew you were perfect.” Sekido cooed, kissing the top of her head.

It got a little harder to take at the 8 inch mark, but she powered on until he bottomed out. This drew a content sigh from the angry man. He moved his hands to her hips, slowly bringing them up and down.

“Nnn, slowly. N-not too fast.” (Name) cried out, gripping his shirt to ground herself. He growled, pulling her hips into him sharply.

“I AM going slow. Just shut up and take it.”

He lifted her slowly, as gentle a man like him could be. As his pace began to pick up, she felt the pain slowly ebb away, turning into pleasure.

She moaned into his chest, moving her hips to meet his with every thrust. This only riled Sekido up more, making him push her onto her tummy to pound into her cunt relentlessly. He smacked her ass, leaving an imprint.

“Such a little whore, bucking into me like a wild animal. You haven’t had enough, have you?”

His free hand grabbed at her breasts, punching her nipples. He could feel he was close, and was determined to make her cum with him.

“Come on, wife, cum with me. You’re lucky I’m being nice and letting you cum at all.”

His words came out in huffs, feeling her clench around him as she came. He finally let himself cum, filling her to the brim.

“Can you feel how full of my cum you are, little wife? You’re gonna be the mother of my children, I’ll make sure of that.”

He stayed inside her for a good bit, plugging up her cunt to insure his sperm took. Their poor little wife was on the verge of passing out.

“You’re our wife now, little one. Ours and ours alone. No human man would ever make you feel this good.”

(Name) nodded, leaning against his chest. “I love you, all of you. So good to me.”

With that, she fell asleep.

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When (Name) awoke, she was clean and in a brand new nightgown. Her now four husbands surrounded her, each nuzzling into whatever part of her they could.

“We’ll take good care of you, and the children you will bear.”

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dark-and-kawaii · 3 months

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Pssssst

*Tosses Commander Lightfeather at to you with a note attached to his leg*

Zevlor loses control while we're on our hands and knees. Is he grabbing the headboard or a fistful of our hair?

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ Scream His Name ˖⟡˚౨ৎ⋆

*gets absolutely destroyed in the face by a pigeon* Hmmmm *reads over the note with a feather in my hair* I see, okay… hmm yes, yes!!!! I see the picture here!!! I’m in love and yes!!! I totally lost control of this and made it long!!!

Summary: His hands left the headboard, his claws grazing your hair, his body lowering, pressing into your back, his tail curling around your waist, “I want to hear you scream my name, dear.”

♡ Content: NSFW - Rough - Hair Pulling - Bite Mark - Zevlor Empties Himself Inside You

♡ Notes: Both. Both is good.

Your head was thrown back, your hair falling against your sweat drenched skin. The feeling of his hot breath tickled your neck as his hips collided with your ass.

Each time those pretty moans escaped you, Zevlor could feel his cock throb inside you, could feel how his tail would twitch each time your pussy clenched around him. His claws digging into the headboard as he slowly lost himself in your heat. It didn’t help you looked so beautiful on your hands and knees.

Doggystyle wasn't exactly Zevlor’s favorite, but he would take any way of being inside you he could get. The tielfing hellrider could never get enough, always craving you like an addict.

You could barely speak, a whimpering mess. Your body jolting forward each time his thrusts grew harder. His name being chanted like a prayer from your lips. He loved it, his own name falling from that mouth of yours.

His hands left the headboard, his claws grazing your hair, his body lowering, pressing into your back, his tail curling around your waist, “I want to hear you scream my name, dear.”

Before you could react, Zevlor tangled his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back and forcing a cry from you. His other hand wrapped around your throat, your hands wrapping around his wrist- mouth agape. His mind racing, he could barely think. Zevlor couldn’t remember a time he felt like this, so needy, so desperate for more of you. He couldn’t imagine not feeling like this again.

His nails dug into your scalp, his fangs grazing against the side of your throat. All the while he kept thrusting inside you. Each one faster, harder than the last. The grip he had on your hair tightened as he felt your walls tighten around his cock, his teeth sinking into your skin, his name ripping from your lungs.

It was a symphony. Your cries, the sound of his skin colliding with yours, the feeling of your juices dripping onto his cock, it was too much for him.

His eyes closed, his body stilling as he came inside you, his hips twitching as he emptied himself. His tail wrapped around you tighter, as if he were afraid you'd disappear. He couldn’t imagine you leaving him. Didn’t want to imagine you leaving him.

He didn't realize how long it was until he was done, how long he was holding his breath, his teeth buried into the flesh of your neck.

His eyes fluttered open, the fogginess slowly disappearing. He released his grip on your hair, his hand leaving your throat. His tongue flicked over the bite mark he left on your neck, his tail finally unwrapping from your waist.

A part of him was afraid you wouldn't move, afraid he had scared you off… “by the nine hells- I- i'm sorry. I got carried away...are you- alright?” Zevlor swiped his thumb over your bite, his eyes darting over to you, worried, “I- I didn't mean to. You just.. you felt-“

The only response he got was you rolling onto your back, his cock slipping from your depths, his cum seeping out as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, kissing him softly.

“Im perfectly fine~ My love~” Your leg caressed his thigh, his infernal marks rubbing against your skin, “Do it again~? Won’t you please~?”

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Games & Consequences

Warnings: non-con, degradation, creampie, humiliation, deep throating, dark Rafe

You leaned against the upstairs balcony overlooking the party as you finished your drink. You hadn’t intended to come to this party because you hated the host but you needed a hookup and all the hot guys were here. Now you just had to find one you wanted.

“Just the person I was looking for.” You startle at the sound of his voice as a door slams. You spin around to see Rafe Cameron advancing on you with a murderous look in his eyes.

“Oh shit.” You turn to flee but there’s no where to run as he quickly yanks you inside, slamming the balcony door shut and shoving you against the wall.

“Oh shit, is right, you little bitch. Tell me, did you do it on purpose?” Rafe snarls in your face. You glare back at him, knowing this was coming.

“Fuck off.” You bite out. It’s the wrong thing to say because his hand wraps around your throat, cutting off your air supply as he presses his rock hard body against yours.

“You dared my girlfriend to make out with another dude.” Rafe spats, loosening his grip just enough for you to cough as you suck in a breath, tears filling your eyes.

“It was a game.” You shove at his chest but he tightens his hold on your throat again.

“A game where she ended up fucking someone else.” Rafe growls. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“They didn’t fuck. They just.. messed around a little.” You couldn’t help but smirk a little until his hand dove between your legs under your poor excuse of a skirt to cup your pussy.

“Yea? Like this?” Rafe lowers his voice as he strokes your clit over your thong, his fingers sliding through your slit. “He touch her like this?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” You try to smack him but he’s quicker, throwing you off as he buries two fingers in your pussy. You’d be lying if you said the situation hadn’t left you practically dripping. You loved being roughed up. You just hadn’t ever expected it be from Rafe.

“God, this pussy is so fucking wet. You’re a little slut too, aren’t you?” Rafe taunts, adding a third finger and stretching you painfully wide as you fight back your cries of pleasure.

“S-stop.” You beg, grabbing at his wrist but he ignores you, kicking your legs wider apart.

“You ruined my relationship so now I’m going to ruins yours. Do you think she’ll still be friends with you after finding out that you fucked me? That you begged me to fuck you raw?” Rafe withdraws his fingers and shoves them to the back of your throat before you can respond, making you choke as you taste yourself. He forces you to gag until you’re sure you’ll retch before he finally pulls away, yanking you over to the leather couch by your hair as you cough and stumble.

“R-Rafe!” You wheeze as he forces you to your knees on the couch and bending you over the back of it.

“She used to beg me to fuck her raw and I never did. I knew that crazy bitch wanted me to knock her up. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when you tell her.” You can’t think past the terror gripping you as Rafe yanks you against his chest, his thick cock suddenly against your thighs as he growls into your ear.

“And you will tell her. Think about this next you want to play fucking games with me.” Rafe guides his cock to your entrance, thrusting in hard just as he bites down on your neck. You scream but his hand is quickly there to silence you, not hesitating a moment before pumping into you hard and fast. Your best friend wasn’t lying about his dick being huge.

You claw at the cushions, desperately trying to hang onto something as he fucks you savagely. There was no other way to put it. It was painful and punishing but your pussy was dripping down your thighs and an orgasm was being ripped from you before you were ready. Rafe laughs mockingly in your ear before shoving you down onto your face, forcing your ass up into the air as he continues to fuck you.

“Could you imagine her face if you got pregnant instead?” Rafe let’s out a sinister laugh that has your blood running cold and alarm bells going off in your head. You try to push up on your hands but he puts his weight onto your back, biting down on your shoulder as he delivers blow after blow to your spasming pussy.

“You are a pathetic little slut, aren’t you? Your pussy is so fucking wet. You’re making a mess.” Rafe groans into your hair. You were going to be covered in bruises from his bite marks and rough hands.

“Rafe. Oh, god. I’m sorry. Please. I’m sorry.” You cry even as you cum again. Rafe holds you in place with a firm grip on the back of your neck, his pumps not slowing down as he fucks you through your high.

“Say it again, slut.” Rafe hisses in your ear. “Like you mean it.”

“Please, I’m sorry, Rafe. I’m sorry.” You sob, feeling him smile against your cheek.

“Beg me to pull out.” Rafe taunts, speeding up his movements as he reaches beneath you to pinch your clit. You whimper as your pussy clamps down on him. It’s too much. You fight to get away but you can’t.

“Beg me not to fill this pussy up with cum then make you walk back downstairs to the party, knowing my cum is running down your thighs.” Rafe growls, pinching you harder until you’re about to scream your release only for him to stop.

“Rafe, pull out. Please. Don’t cum inside me.” You beg, the denied orgasm bringing tears to your eyes. Rafe chuckles before delivering two more hard thrusts then stopping with a broken moan, his body taunt against yours. You feel his warmth between your thighs and you cry, knowing he’d just wanted to hear you beg. He never had any intention of stopping.

Rafe lifts up, taking your limp body with him and forcing you to your knees on the floor so you’re facing the couch. Your eyes widen at the mess you’d both made all over the leather. Rafe fists your hair, forcing your face closer to the mess.

“Now, clean it up, bitch. We don’t have all night. We gotta go find your bestie and let her know what a traitorous little slut you are.” Rafe snaps, shoving your face down hard against the cushion.

You sniffle, biting back more tears as you slowly stick out your tongue and start to lick up your mixed releases. Rafe chuckles, his cock hard again against your back.

“You’re awfully obedient now.” Rafe chuckles humorously, pulling you back to face him by your hair and slapping his cock against your lips. You glare up at him, refusing to part your lips for him.

“Open up. You gotta suck my cock clean too.”

“Fuck you.” You bite out.

Rafe smiles before pinching your nose shut until you’re forced to open for him. He wastes no time in shoving his cock down your throat, fucking it like he did your pussy.

“Fuck,” Rafe moans, pulling back to allow you a breath before plunging back in deep. “You and I are going to have so much fun.”

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vikingstoner69 · 2 years

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Victor Creed/Reader: Not leaving me! (smut)

Fandom;x-men

piring; Victor Creed/reader

Warnings: breeding kink

Hey guys I know its been a while since i posted but things have been a bit busy and i havent had much time plus i kind of fallen in a rut and havent really felt up to doing anything with wirting but i’m back and will be posting more. My requests are still open and i will be updating my list of fandoms very soon

You open the door and snarl when you see him, Victor creed your lover, or so you thought. Your lips curl revealing your sharp fangs and you growl lowly beyond pissed off.

"What's got you all riled up kitten?" he smirks from his spot in the chair you snarl your blood boiling at his smug face after what you saw.

“Its not your problem anymore i’m just here to get my things” you snap not looking at him at all as you start for the bedroom Victor hot on your heals.

“Your not leaving me” he snarls watching you start to gather up your things in a bag.

“Oh i’m leaving and you're not gonna stop me Victor” you snarl throwing things in bags and you swing around bearing your fangs at him when he grabs your arm. You swipe at him with your free arm and he snarls and pins you to the wall, his body molding to you.

“Your.Not.Leaving.me” he snarls, he was so much stronger than you but you were still pissed and you used that anger to slip out of his hold and you punched him in the face hard making him snarl.

“I have no reason to stay! You made that very clear the other night!” you snarl as he wipes the blood off his chin and in a blank of an eye you are back against the wall but this time his hold.

“You know i love it when you're angry" he purrs in your neck and ear. He chuckles as you snarl at his words.

"Let me go Victor" you snarl, thrusting up your body trying to wiggle out of his grip. Only his hold tightens. Victor kicks your legs apart and shoves his knee between your legs making you bite your lip to hold back a moan.

"I can smell how wet you are for me, but what's that? Anger and jealousy, oh kitten" Victor chuckles, you snarl and keep fighting to get free.

"I'm not yours! Not anymore! So let me go! You want those whores you can have them!" You snarl feeling tears sting your eyes but you don't let them fall.

"You don't know what you're talking about" he growls, his face going dark. You felt a shiver run down your spine and your cunt throbs.

"Oh please I know what I saw" you snarl, you stop trying to fight him knowing that you had no chance of breaking free.

"It was that blue bitch from the brotherhood. Metal head has a job for me" he growls nuzzling your neck.

"I know what I saw Victor" you snap moving your head back to look him in the eyes.

"No you don't! You really gonna walk away like jimmy! After everything!" He snaps back, you bite your lip and look down at his chest. He lets you go and takes a step back.

"Victor if you saw what I did you would think the same thing! You two were awfully cozy! And how dare you! I stayed with you when everyone else left!" You snap your anger firing back up at his words and he smirks as your claws extends. You pounce and knock him down and you land on top of him. Before you have the chance to punch him he flips you both over so he's on top and he pins you down.

"You wanna play rough kitten okay" he chuckles and kisses you deeply biting your lip making you moan and he shoves his tongue in your mouth. He lets your hands go and your go into his hair and tug as you kiss him back just as hard and deep. Victor's lips travel down your neck to a mark on your neck, his mark.

"Fuck victor!" You moan an your hips thrust up as he licks your mark making you shiver. Victor pulls back and rips off your shirt and bra his claws leaving little marks behind. You rip open his shirt and you run your claws lightly down his chest to his pants.

"Your mine kitten" he growls in your ear and you take him off guard and flip him so you're on top. You roll your hips and moan as you smirk down at him.

"You Victor Creed are mine! I won't share you with another bitch. And if I ever catch you with another bitch again, I'll kill her" you snarl your nails digging into his chest just a bit. Victor snarls and rips your pants before you are once again on your back.

"When I fuck you, I want you to scream for me" he purrs in your ear as he rubs your clit making you moan and cling to him. You feel his weight shift and then his rough tongue licke between your folds to your clit making you cry out.

"Oh fuck! Victor!" You cry out and grind your face on his rough tongue. Your hands go into his hair and you tug when he bites your clit. Victor sucks hard on your cunt and you scarem as you cum hard.

"I love the way you scream my name when you cum" he grins down at you as he undoes his pants and takes them off. Victor grabs his cock and slowly strokes it. And you lick your lips.

"Fuck me Victor, fuck me hard" you beg him as he stokes his cock.

"I want you to scream for me" he growls, Victor pushes the head of his cock in your cunt and he growls while you moan at being so full.

"Fuck!" You breathe as he shoves deep into you. He held you roughly as he pounded into you. His claws pricking your skin.

"Who do you belong to?" He growls, between each word was met with an even harder thrust.

"YOU! I'm yours Victor! All yours" you cry out your claws digging into his back making him snarl. You lean up and kiss him deeply as you meet his thrusts.

"I'm gonna fuck you till I put a cub in you. Would you like that? You want to carry my cubs" he growls in your ear and you moan an feel your cunt throb around him from his words.

"Yes, yes please Victor! I want that so much" you moan and beg as he growls pure filth in your neck and ear as he pounds you into the bed.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" he snarls feeling you tighten around him.

"Please! I'm so close" you beg feeling right there on the edge.

"Fuckin cum on my cock" he growls as you clamp down on him.

"VICTOR!" You scream out as you cum hard, your claws tearing down his back making him snarl as he cums deep inside you. Victor rolls off onto his back trying to catch his breath. You roll over and lay your head on his chest.

"Your mine" he says once he can speak.

"Vic-" you start but he cuts you off.

"No! Everyone leaves! But not you! You promised" he reminds you of that night years ago. You bite your lip and sigh.

"I'll stay" you tell him, laying your head on his chest, closing your eyes, letting sleep finally take you.

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cottoncandyjester · 2 years

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You’ve obtained a naga boyfriend ✨

Warning this contains: angst at first, near death, starvation, cute naga boy, a bit of yandere behavior if you squint, fluff, happy end?

You were a member of the adventurer guild sent on a quest to investigate the ‘haunted’ forest. It was rumored the forest was haunted because of the loud groaning and crying that could be heard if one were to travel deeper into the woods. At first you didn’t hear anything but you were pretty deep and the sight of a flock of birds flying away made you a tad nervous, your hand went to your sword at your side ready to unsheathe it if anything were to happen.

A hush groaning echoed into the woods. It definitely sounded ghostly and utterly painful. You followed the sound finding yourself growing frustrated since it felt like you were right above the noise yet you couldn’t see anything, you took another step forward before the leaves and thick branches above you snapped causing you to slide down some kind of tunnel. You braced yourself for the fall soon landing in an underground tunnel, great.

You landed in a pile of bones that looked like they were decades old. The sight of an animal skull made you move away with a sigh, you really hoped you weren’t stuck here. You looked around the dark tunnel the groaning getting louder so you followed it letting your hand touch the wall for support.

As you walked deeper you left the tunnel now seeing a huge cave you noticed a waterfall or at least the remains of one since the top of the waterfall was covered up by gravel and rocks only small rays of sunlight poking through the rocks. The area below that was supposed to be filled with water was dry only having puddles, from how big the empty area it seemed to be some kind of hot spring though it struck you as odd since it looked like someone came and dried it up on purpose. You were so focused on the dried up waterfall that you didn’t notice the source of the sound until the sound of shifting made you turn to it only to gasp at the sight.

A large Naga laid on the floor it’s green scales looking absolutely dehydrated and falling off leaving patches of dried blood, long green dehydrated hair reminding you of seaweed covering its face though it’s hair was falling out beside it due to lack of nutrients. It’s pale skin looked like it would rip from its bones that were so visible you swore you could count each and every bone in its arm. It looked thin and practically dead. It started to move the groaning getting much louder one eye peeking from the curtain of blood and dirt matted hair, a dull almost lifeless green eye staring at you.

The naga started to sit up giving you a better look and it made you take a step back, his ribs were so visible you swore they were going to poke out from its flaky sickly skin that hugged his bones all muscle mass seeming to be gone “Prince…..my…prince..came back..for me..” it groaned out before collapsing back onto the floor not strong enough to even move.

The sight was so pitiful that you put your sword unable to slay the dying creature. You didn’t understand the forest was thriving with large animals and fruits it could eat and the entrance wasn’t blocked so they could leave for a better home at anytime but it stayed.

You slowly walked towards the naga hand stretched out to touch it. It hissed lowly flinching from your hand but didn’t have the energy to move but it showed you its sharp teeth and claws that looked downright brittle ready to break at any moment. “I’m not going to hurt you, it’s okay” you cooed out and touched its arm another gasp escaping your lips from how freezing their skin was.

If it wasn’t going to die from starvation lack of warmth would surely kill the cold blooded creature. You looked around seeing the top of the cave that would bring sunlight in was also covered by a large boulder that the naga could absolutely destroy if he had the smallest strength to. This made you realize that he was left here to die, that thought made rage bubble in your chest, you couldn’t leave him to die.

“I’m going to help I promise, please..wait a few moments” you pleaded as you rushed outside to go hunting. It took an hour to collect a pile of deer and boar but that along with the bundle of fruits you collected should be enough to give the naga some strength.

It took a lot of effort dragging all the dead animals to the cave but the moment you did you noticed how the naga perked up picking it’s head up and dragging itself towards the animals, chomping it’s jaw hissing using it’s strength to get close to the pile of meat it’s long tongue reaching out and pulling a dead deer closer to its mouth.

As soon as it had tasted the meat a surge of strength made it hiss happily feeding on the food you brought the sight of seeing it gulp down dead animals without chewing made you shudder, he was definitely hungry.

The naga licked his lips and you were scooped up by its tail and brought close to its chest “thank you..but..thirsty..” it whispers out and you slowly reached out pulling its long hair back showing its face their green eyes having a slight glimmer but it was still pale from the lack of heat. “Okay, I’ll get the waterfall unblocked if you lift me up to it but can you maybe break the boulder blocking the sunshine uptop?” You asked out with a small smile seeing the naga nod slowly.

You were lifted towards the waterfall and placed softly on the cliff. You reached out clawing at the gravel being able to get some of the looser rocks away from the entrance. You used your sword to stab at the bigger rocks watching as the rocks started to crumble, you smiled excitedly repeating the process soon clearing up the entrance but no water came out. You glanced back at the naga who slithered up to the top of the cave touching the boulder that blocked it. With an annoyed hissing he slammed his shoulder against the boulder, the sight making you flinch.

“Hey don’t do that you’re still wea-”

He did it once more and the boulder crumbled pieces of large rocks falling rays of sunlight peeking through the feeling of warmth making him excited enough to claw at the remaining rocks exposing the sun. “So that how the water gets warm enough to soak in” you said softly wondering if you could restore this place enough to get a soak.

“Hey I’m going to be back I think more rocks are blocking the water from coming through.” You said as you started to walk deeper into the waterfall but felt a tug.

The naga had grabbed your arm with its large hand. Now that the sun was lighting up the cave you saw his features much better, his scales looked so dull instead of a bright green they were a grayish green color the sight making you sad, you had to get him water and more food. “I’ll be right back I promise.” You said softly now walking towards him watching him lean down feeling you once again move his long curtain hair away from his face “your hair must be so annoying, in your face like that. I don’t have a hair tie but..” you trailed off before glancing at your cape you were wearing every adventurer was given one. You took it off and smiled “turn around and lean down so I can reach your hair please” you said softly watching as he did as you told him.

You stepped towards him wondering how you were to do this but felt his tail once again wrap around you lifting you close to his head. “So much hair..” you complained before noticing his hands doing most of the work for you by pulling his hair back in a high ponytail, once his hands held all the hair he raised you up feeling you wrap the cape around before tying it tightly his hands softly helping you when you were struggling just a bit.

“There! Good thing those capes are super long!” You chimed out before he put you down back on the cliff now turning to you. He looked happier and color was returning to his face as the sun was warming him up. A part of his hair was tucked behind his ear the sight of his full face made your heart race just a bit. You shook your head trying to focus on the task at hand “I have to go for a little bit if I’m gonna get the water flowing” you explained but his eyes grew sad.

“Promise?” He whispers out his voice hoarse only reminding you of your urgency. You gave a nod before leaving all the fruit you found the sight of fresh fruit making his mouth water, eyes glued to the fruit. “Here, it’s not water but it should hydrate you.. I promise I will be back…” you trailed off realizing you have yet to get your new friend’s name.

“..yuki..” he responded softly as he reached out grabbing and gulping down the fruit licking his lips seeming happy with the juicy fruits. You smiled “yuki..it’s nice to meet you I’m [y/n]” you introduced yourself only for him to look up at you “….bunny.” He said softly. His sudden statement made you a bit confused.

“Is that what you wish to call me?” You asked causing him to nod a small smile on his face, you laughed before accepting his nickname. “Well I’ll be back, get some rest you must be tired” you said as you followed the waterfall seeing that some muddy water was trailing down the stream but it wasn’t the gushing water you were expecting.

You found the source of the trouble being yet another boulder blocking the way, you gave a frustrated huff using your sword once more this time using it like a crowbar to pry the rock from the entrance.

Your sword snapped in two but it did it’s job seeing the entrance was now cleared exposing more sunlight as the stream that supplied the water started to move once again. A bright smile shines on your face as you watched the water rush down, you tried not to get swept away and happily rushed back to where yuki was

He was curled up laying in the large empty dried up grotto basking in the sunlight until he heard rushing water. He first noticed you rushing out standing on the cliff wall away from the muddy murky water that rushed out the water soon losing its dark color after a few minutes and becoming a pretty blue color though the backed up mud and dirt made it look mostly grey.

The area yuki laid filled up with water very rapidly. You got worried when you saw him get submerged in a matter of minutes. “Ah! Yuki!” You snapped out seeing him poke his head out from the water the cape that once held his hair together was held between his teeth the sight of him slithering amongst the water making you relax.

You sat on the cliff just as he moved up placing the cape next to you before going back into the water drinking and swimming the feeing of moisture on his skin making him sigh happily. “That water is really dirty..well it was pretty backed up, I’m sure it will clear up in a few weeks” you said mostly to yourself.

“Hey yuki, who is prince..?” You asked out seeing him pause as he now laid on his back calmly floating along the water watching as the water started to become more and more blue the sight making him smile, his home was going to turn back to normal again.

“He was my human..but it seems he left me.” Yuki said softly with a shuddering sigh. “He used to visit here everyday, we would spend hours swimming and talking, he used to curl up into my tail and sleep by my side..“ he whispers out.

“Then what happened?” You asked curiously knowing this was probably a sore subject but you desperately wanted to know. Yuki paused and sat up, running his fingers through his hair to keep it out of his face. He used his tail that dripped with water to grab you wrapping you around it before placing you on his chest as he resumed laying on his back.

Being on his chest made you realize how big he was, he had to be at least 15 feet tall maybe even taller. You sat on his chest waiting for his answer, staring into his eyes. “..he asked for my shedded skin and a few of my scales , I was unsure what he could use such a thing for but for him I would do anything..he promised he would return but after the fifth day the water stopped flowing..on the twelfth day the sunshine was gone..” he mumbled out and a low hiss came from him.

“I wanted to see why but I didn’t want to leave, what if he came back and saw that I wasn’t here? So I waited and waited..until you came” he spoke with a happier tone at the mention of you.

“H-how long did you wait?”

“I lost count after the sixth year..” he said softly now reaching out and touching your head giving it a soft pat with one of his fingers “but you came..saved my life” he whispers out with a smile.

You smiled back finding his smile very comforting. You spent all day with yuki but when the sun start to set you had to leave, he walked you to the entrance eyes sad at the sight of you having to go. Before you could go he wrapped his tail around you tightly nearly crushing you, fear clearly consuming him.

“Will you return tomorrow?” He asked out, voice quivering. You touched his tail leaning down and kissing it softly the action making him hiss happily, eyes staring at you. “Yes, of course I will..so wait for me” you whispered out.

Yuki slowly let you go, watching you leave praying to the gods above that you meant it. When you returned you were greeted by happy smiles and a snake tongue running up your body like some dog. You helped him hunt and get his strength back, you made sure to visit every single day and there were some nights where you stayed sleeping in his tail being cooled close to keep warm.

Yuki got stronger and healthier, the cave became more beautiful as well looking more and more restored just like it’s owner. During one of your visits where you two were cuddled up he presented you with a gift, two bracelets made out of bright green iridescent “I’m sorry, i lied when I told you unsure why prince needed that scale and my shedded skin..naga scales are magical, they have rapid Healing and regeneration properties..many of my kind were slaughtered and their scales and skins used as armor or put into potions by human mages and knights..I suppose I was a fool to trust him” yuki explained but placed the bracelets around both of your wrists.

“But I trust you, I find myself falling in love you..so take this gift as my courting gesture. Won’t you become my mate?”

#Yuki #yandere ocs #yandere imagines #monster fucker #monster au

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erenspussy420 · 2 years

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Morning and Evening 💦

Eyo, MDNI 18+ ONLY

This fic is for anyone really, think of your fictional crush or whatever or hell don’t even put in a name, this was just brainrotting from start to finish. Think of it as a Modern Au I guess as it is....vaguely. But this is smut, does that REALLY Matter?

FEM INSERT x Male Crush

Warning: THIS HAS ALOT OF MENTION OF CUM, CUM AND I HAVE NO SHAME. Just a horny ass reader, don’t shame me

His hips rocked into you steady with strong thrusts, the bed creaks under you but neither of you care, both too caught up in the pleasures of your fuck session to care about your bed breaking. Your legs spread for him, bra pulled off tossed somewhere along with your skirt and your panties shoved to the side for his cock to plunge into you without mercy. You're panting, moaning for him as your nails claw his back.

"Cum, I want it!... Mmgh, give it to me," you ramble at him, squealing as pulls up up by your thighs, fucking your harder." Please, I want it so much!"

"I'm going to fill you up, until you're leaking it," he kissed you neck, he left so many marks on it," your mine. Mine. Mine and all my cum is yours."

Even if he fills you with all his cum again, it wasn't ever enough for you. The second you feel in you, gushing hot warmth that leaked down your thighs, you keep your hold on his shoulders tightly. You want it in you, but the wanting of feeling the hot cum spurt on your chest made you want more. You want to be covered in it.

But alas, your lover had to leave for work, kissing you goodbye, he tried to clean you up from your rough session but you bat his hands away when he tried. He'll make it up for you, he promised himself. He can hear you in your shared room as he leaves, thinking you were going to shower off his mess.

However, you didn't, not even by a long shot. You wiggle your hips at the mirror, watching as the cum from him leak out of your pussy, you feel your pussy throb and the ache comes back again.

You dip your fingers in and went back to work.

When he came back home, he wasn't expecting to see you with your arched back, tits nice and budded being pinched without mercy, with your fingers of your free hand delving into your wet folds over and over again, you're practically fucking your hand. His keys fell out of his hand in shock, eyes watching your fingers dip in and out, in and out with the wet sopping of your wet pussy.

"Ahh ah ah mmmm," your moaning sounded so fucking dirty, you keep snapping your hips trying to fuck your hand harder. He can hear the blood rush in his ears as he takes in the cum, he feels the lump in his throat hard to swallow at the idea of his cum from the morning, dried on your thighs and chest.

His dick felt like it was gonna suffocate.

"Ah you're home goood," you slur, you pull your soaked fingers from your pussy and rub the warm fluids over your abused clit.," come here, please please I want your tongue in me."

"Yes mam," his words tumbled out, and he tried to rip off any clothes he had on. His eyes never left the sinful image of your fingers delving back into your pussy. You flip yourself over, and raise your ass shaking it at him like a bitch in heat. Your hands reached for your lips and spread it for him like a meal.

"Eat me."

His tongue played with your clit as his fingers plunged into your pussy over and over again. Your walls are sucking his fingers and clenching him wanting more and more, his knees are beginning to hurt from kneeling on the bed, but he isn't going to give this up for anything. The house can be on fire for all he cares, he just wants to fill you with all the cum you want. He sucks on the bead groaning as he feels your hand grab his hair tightly. You hump his face," Fuck, your tongue..mmm..in me…me now."

The loud noise of a pop and he sucks your clit off one more time before taking his soaked fingers out and replacing it with his tongue. You squeal and with both hands push him in further, trying to his his tongue deeper in you. You feel it lap up your juices eating you so well.

Your words of praise are sloshing together, too lost in the pleasure to say anything coherent for him, but he doesn't mind. With your hands both occupied with his head, his dick is leaking the whole time. He's taking care of it, his boxers shoved down with his wet fingers, coating it with your own fluids and beginning to jack himself as he eats you. Squeezing his cock when your thighs squeeze him. Going faster as you hump him. He feels you sitting up and with your hand letting his head go, he looks up briefly to see you play with your clit. The fucked out look in your face makes his cock shoot out hot cum, coating his hand with it.

You look devastated at the sight of his cum, wasted now in his hands. Before he can say 'sorry' to you, your hand still grabbing his hair pulls his head back.

"Put it in me."

And back his fingers, sticky with cum, into her pussy. You sigh, before rocking your hips into his fingers again. "Now back to work," you tell him.

What a beautiful day.

#anyone x reader #x reader #reader insert #multifandom x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #smut #obey me #crush x reader #smut trey clover #mammon x reader #deuce spade x reader

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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Persona Non Grata

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Alpine has been rubbing reader up the wrong way and Bucky doesn’t understand why his girlfriend and feline friend don’t get along.

“BUCKY!” You shouted. “Get in here! Now!”

Your boyfriend appeared at the door frame to the living room, rubbing his sleepy face with his flesh hand.

“Yes, doll?” He asked, confused at the volume until he pulled his hand away to see the scene of the crime.

There, on the couch were your favourite cushions ripped to shreds. The stuffing was all over the couch and the floor, making a complete mess of your usually neat and well kept apartment.

The culprit was sitting in the centre of the mess, giving you a nonchalant and frankly smug look. Stupid fucking cat, you thought.

“Do you see what your cat did?” You spat at him. You knew that it wasn’t fair to take this out on Bucky but Alpine had been driving you up the wall recently.

Ever since you and Bucky had moved in together, the cat had tested your patience. She would lie on top of your black clothes and get her white hairs all over them, she would screech at 5am, waking you both up so she could have attention. Instead of using the scratch post you had got for her, she used the table legs. You’d had enough.

Bucky sighed, “yes, doll. I see that. They’re just cushions though, I’ll buy you new ones.”

Your flared your nostrils, feeling your blood go hot and the anger bubbling underneath your skin. “They’re my favourite cushions! And they were really fucking expensive. They were the first things I bought for this apartment which has now become your cat’s playground!”

Bucky started to pick up the bobbles of stuffing off the floor, giving Alpine an affectionate pat on the head as he went. Alpine closed her eyes in appreciation and when she opened them again, you were sure she was mocking you with her stare.

“She’s a cat, Y/N, she doesn’t know what she’s doing is wrong.” He replied, picking up the rest of the mess and observing the cushion covers that had been ripped with her claws. He quickly put them back down before you had time to properly observe the damage that had been done.

You rolled your eyes; “she’s pure evil, Buck.”

This earned a smirk from Bucky and you knew it was dramatic but you didn’t care. Alpine was persona non grata to you.

“Look, I get you’re upset but that’s a bit of a stretch, isn’t it?” He put the rest of the stuffing in the bin and looked at you. “Why don’t we go and get some breakfast then we can go shopping for new ones?”

You folded your arms in protest, not wanting to adhere to your boyfriend’s sensible suggestion as you were too worked up and frustrated. “Why are you not even mad about her bad behaviour?”

He shrugged, “like I said, she’s a cat. She doesn’t know what she’s doing is wrong. Besides, she’s so cute, how can you be mad at that face?” He laughed lightly and put Alpine on his lap. She rubbed her head on his chest and looked up at him lovingly. Like butter wouldn’t melt, you thought.

You groaned and spun round, grabbing your jacket, having had enough of not having your grievances taken seriously. “I’m going for a walk! Enjoy your day with your little demon!”

You walked out and slammed the door, not giving Bucky time to say or do anything.

You sulked for a good couple of hours, getting a coffee and going for a walk in the park. All around you was people walking their happy dogs.

Why did have to like that cat? You thought. Why could he not have had a dog?

Then you remembered the time that you had come back from a mission from 3am and Bucky had clearly had a nightmare. He was sitting in the middle of the living room, staring at the wall and clutching on to Alpine for dear life. Alpine was licking his jaw and rubbing her face all over him and you could see that it was slowly calming him down.

You also remembered the time where Bucky had went out for beers with Sam and Alpine was completely lost without him. She paced the apartment frantically, desperate for her owner. She would look at you every now and then with a plea for help, mewling at you as if accusing you for not being worried enough.

You sighed, knowing that Alpine and Bucky were kind of a package deal. Whilst you would have preferred a dog, Bucky wouldn’t have had the same bond or derived the same comfort from a dog. You were the love of his life but Alpine was his family. He didn’t have much family anymore so Bucky needed to cling on to what he could.

By this point, you’d calmed down and were ready to go home and apologise to your boyfriend for overreacting. The cushions being ruined was annoying but it was a small price to pay for the knowledge that Bucky found immense comfort in Alpine.

With your tail between your legs, you returned to the apartment. You were about to call out for Bucky but you heard voices coming from the living room. You stood at the door which was ajar and the sight melted your heart.

Bucky was sitting on the couch watching a sewing YouTube tutorial on your laptop. His face was sternly concentrated on the needle and thread as he attempted to sew your cushion covers back together. Alpine was cuddled into his side contentedly.

“You know, Alpine,” Bucky said. “You’re going to need to be nicer to Y/N. She’s my favourite person in the world and I love her so much. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Alpine gave him own a look of complete apathy and you chuckled, almost respecting her level of disinterest.

“Anyway,” Bucky continued to Alpine as though she could reply. “I think I might just need to get her new cushions. I’m hopeless at this.”

You sighed contentedly, watching him, no longer caring about the cushions. You had your boyfriend and his stupid cat and that’s all that mattered.

#bucky barnes x yn #bucky x original character #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #Bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #alpine #bucky and alpine

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1tad0ri · 4 years

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hiii. can i request a rough nsfw with sukuna where he's so frustrated with jujutsu sorcerers that he decided to unleash those said frustrations on the reader? like he just won't stop until he release all the stress inside him— kshjsch i feel like sukuna would do that 😳 he'll be rough all night long

warning: degradation, choking, breath play, very mild pain kink, hate fucking

ryoumen sukuna x fem!reader

i feel the same way so thank you, i’m going to be thinking about this for a long time

“you know, i really thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

the grip he had on your neck was bruising, but certainly a lot looser than you thought the king of curses would be. your hands clawed at him nonetheless, although the whole current concept of being shoved against the wall of your bedroom wasn’t exactly something you were complaining about.

the three impatient raps at your door earlier had you rolling out of bed, wanting to sleep after your latest mission. you’d thought it was yuuji, hungry for your warmth, but when you unlocked the door, rubbing your eyes and stifling a yawn, you’d been unceremoniously shoved backwards, the wind knocked out of you when your back met the wall. the glint of tattoos on a familiar face in the moonlight coming from your window told you all you needed to know.

sukuna watched you curiously and then his sickening grin was back, fingers squeezing a little harder. you gasped, stretching your neck away. “what? not going to answer?” he sneered, “maybe you all really are the same. scared little fucking sorcerers.” he leaned closer, breath fanning across your face. “isn’t that fucking stupid? you’re all a bunch of scaredy cats, aren’t you?” he pouted mockingly when he spat out the name. his lips were so close, if you just tilted forward—

no. whatever morbid fascination you harbored towards him didn’t change the fact he was... well... him. you stood your ground, leaning forward to bump your nose against his, your own scowl evident. “you can’t do anything, sukuna. once we find all the—”

“all my fingers you mean? the ones you can’t destroy on your own so you have to come up with some little plan to get rid of me?” he laughed bitterly in your face and you bit your lip, trying to calm your fury before you did something you’d regret. “it’s all the same. you’re scared of me. you don’t have the upperhand. never will,” he whispered at the end.

“i’m not scared of you.” your thoughts tumbled out of your mouth plainly without a second of hesitation, but the tilt of his head in question, his forehead brushing against yours, made you think that perhaps telling the truth around him was a very bad idea.

it was dark, hard to see his face, but god he was so close. “yeah? what are you then?”

good question. wait, no, bad question. bad, very bad, because you already knew the answer to it. or... did you? vocal chords at a stand still, there was no way to verbalize what you felt.

“hurry up, brat.” sukuna tightened his grip on your neck before loosening it just the smallest bit so you could speak. “i don’t have all day. how do you feel then? you with your little human emotions.”

words... what are the words. it turns out staring down a literal demon king in the eyes wasn’t the optimal place to think. “i... i don’t know.” your voice was small, unsure, lying.

the staring contest, backed by deafening silence, continued for a mere beat longer as you regarded each other with quiet contemplation. you could just barely make out his eyes and the curve of his lips, parted slightly. his breath was warm.

you couldn’t take it anymore and it seemed like he couldn’t either—you both automatically tilted your heads, lips pressing against each other easily, eyes falling shut. mouths sliding against the other, he gently pushed your head back to hit the wall, tongues running over one another. it was slow, hot, and you decided you should probably thank yuuji for keeping his lips so soft.

sukuna sucked your bottom lip between his own and your hands fell away from his grip on your neck to pull him closer by the front of his shirt (he hadn’t ripped it apart yet, an impressive feat). his leg slipped between your own, and you pushed down on it with your hips, the friction making you open your mouth further to him, something enticing about the fact he was a very good kisser.

but then it was like a switch flipped and his hold on your neck tightened once again. “what... what am i doing,” you thought he mumbled, voice hoarse (then again, your brain wasn’t exactly listening when you were busy making out with someone like him), kiss faltering for a brief moment. his lips curled into a frown, disdainful.

shoving you further into the wall as he pushed against you with his mouth, sukuna was all sharp teeth and rough lips now, swallowing up your whimpers, nothing soothing about it like his previous actions.

“i fucking hate you,” he spat, his hand abandoned your neck and moved up to squish your cheeks together, finding satisfaction in the way your lips puckering out, barely able to move. “do you hear me? i hate all of you.”

“the feeling’s mutual,” you mumbled around his grip, hazy from the kiss but knowing what you stood for, fury evident in your eyes and furrowed brows. he was the enemy. and you were... you. and... and...

you were met with a bitter laugh, your stomach curling into knots at the sound. you hadn’t noticed his free hand tugging at your waistband until it was too late, his hand slipping in and wasting no time running two fingers harshly against your soaking folds. “why are you dripping wet then? a slut and a liar?”

“fuck off,” you mumbled again, a lot quieter this time, face burning hot from embarrassment.

“i’ll fuck off when you stop acting like you want to fuck me.”

his words made you straightened up. “i- i’m not—”

“you’re not acting? mmm,” sukuna let go of your cheeks just enough that he could properly kiss you, tongue forcing it’s way past your lips, “of course you’re not. of course.” he was mocking you and you couldn’t say anything.

a finger pushed into your heat and you bit down on his lip in surprise, although the pain only seemed to spur him on further, a second finger easily shoving its way in next to the first. curling, pushing, rubbing against that sensitive, spongy spot inside of you, sukuna’s fingers had your legs shaking, the knee he still had pressed between them the only thing keeping you up at this rate. the grip on your face as he hummed against your mouth prevented you from avoiding eye contact with him, lips wet as he disregarded any type of mess he was making.

he was everywhere at once and you felt trapped. hot—it was too hot, your body was burning.

“su- ku... n... a,” his name came out garbled between the onslaught of your face being squished together and the sloppy kisses he pressed into you at irregular intervals. when his thumb rubbed against your clit as the two fingers continued to pump in and out, you gripped his shirt so hard you were sure you would rip it this time. “too... mmm,” a kiss that was more tongue than lip cut you off and you weren’t even sure if he heard you as you choked out the next words, “mmm, hah— much, suku—”

at once he released you, almost letting you drop to the floor, but you were able to just barely steady yourself against the wall in time. sukuna stepped back and away from your shaking form. you were gasping, lungs burning.

“w...why did you—”

“i can listen you know.” you could practically feel his eye roll from his dripping tone, even if you weren’t looking at him. “‘too much.’” he laughed as he mocked you. “more like you’re too weak.”

you were thankful he actually seemed to have a brain, but still— “you’re an idiot.” fuck, your lungs hurt, the retort scraping against the walls of them. he was good. it had been a while since anyone had left your head spinning like that.

sukuna flicked a hand dismissively. “‘an idiot’ who’s giving you a chance to breathe, you brat.” he decided to ignore the name for now, thankfully for you (although you didn’t exactly see it that way).

you couldn’t choke out another snarky response and simply focused on clearing your head. he gave you a chance to think and once you seemed clear-minded, he wasted no further time.

“bed.”

you blinked, eyes bleary, peering up at him from where you bent over, trying to catch your breath. “w...what?”

“on the bed. now.” he shoved his hands into his pockets, watching you blankly as you regained your senses. “unless you want me to fuck you on the floor?”

“no...” god, what was with you? or rather... what was with him? the ache in your core answered your question, your cunt feeling so empty now—he hadn’t even bothered to let you cum and you already wanted his fingers stuffed back into you. he was irresistible—you felt stupid even having the thought.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, close to shoving you to the ground to finish what he started but exercising restraint for your sake. you’d need it. “i’m being nice and giving you a chance to get comfortable on your stupid bed, you idiot. go. now.” he was getting tired of repeating himself.

the last few snarky words and your own desire for him actually had you moving this time, climbing up onto the bed a few steps away and settling uncertainly onto the covers. you went to look up for further instructions but he was already on you, both of you tumbling back onto the mattress as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat, hands pushing up and under your shirt to squeeze your tits.

“take this off.”

you automatically pulled at the hem of the flimsy t-shirt at his command, sukuna giving you just enough room to get it over your head, and then his teeth were on your exposed breasts, marking them up. your fingers threaded through his hair, his head moving under your touch as you watched his mouth work with half-lidded eyes.

you didn’t think you’d be able to change in front of anyone any time soon, already knowing the blossoming colors of bruises would be apparent the next morning. reminder to self: cancel your upcoming shopping trip with nobara; the dressing rooms with her would surely be a disaster if he kept this up.

“who’s are these?” his grip was rough when he cupped your breasts, squeezing.

you immediately knew the answer he was looking for, all too eager to hand it over. “yours. fuck, they’re all yours.” your hands ran through his hair, urging him to continue his onslaught on the previously unmarked skin.

sukuna laughed, thumbing your nipples, giving one of them a light lick that made you squirm. “you’re more obedient than i thought you’d be.” he pinched the buds, rolling them between his fingers as you squeezed your eyes closed, gasping at the pain. “but that’s enough of that.” your eyes snapped open, about to ask him what the fuck he meant by that, but he was already setting to work.

his fingers hooked around your sleeping bottoms and pulled them down with your underwear, the night air cold against your damp lips. you rubbed your thighs together but his hands on your knees forced them apart as he peered down at you. you felt so exposed under his hungry gaze, entirely bare for him to see while he was still dressed. unfair.

“wanna see. don’t close them,” was his short, clipped explanation as he kept your legs spread. one hand on your knee, sukuna brought the fingers of his other to run along your folds again just as he had done before, except this time he could actaully see how you quivered under him, cunt glistening and dripping. he slipped two fingers to run between the folds and then popped them in his mouth, sucking the slick from his fingers and maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. you couldn’t look away.

he hummed, content as he licked the last bit off of the tips. “you don’t taste bad for a slut.”

all the focus was on you, him criticizing everything little thing you did, and you were a mess because of it. not even a chance to run your hands over his chest? unacceptable. you pointedly ignored his comment, pining after some form of a reward instead. “at least take your shirt off. thought you hated those things.” the clothing ratio here was starting to grate on your nerves.

sukuna rolled his eyes but crossed his arms over his chest to grab ahold of the sides of his fitted t-shirt and tug it over his head. you watched, mouth watering at the sight—the moon provided excellent illumination for the scene, his body revealed inch by painstaking inch as he disposed of the fabric. god, he was so hot. you hated it.

muscles on display, sukuna raised an eyebrow at you as though he were asking, happy now? your silent reply came when you reached up to run your hands over the dips of his abs, his chest solid and tattoos curling over the surface.

“that’s better.” you made a show of your gaze tracing over the surface before looking up at him, smiling to yourself. “surprised you didn’t just rip it off.”

sukuna simply scoffed and swatted your hand away, moving from between your legs so he could work off his pants and kick them off to the side.

“knew you’d like to see me take it off properly,” he answered at last, back to you as he wiggled out of his boxers finally and chucked them off the foot of the bed. you didn’t get much time to admire his flexing back muscles before he was on you again, settling between your legs like he knew he belonged there (you weren’t sure you could argue with that point).

he pumped his cock, grabbing one of your legs and pushing it back. precum leaked from his tip, length already fully hard, and sukuna was enjoying your gaze on him maybe a little too much. leg shoved back and in the air, you whimpered when he rubbed the head along you. you didn’t need prep after being fucked by his fingers earlier you supposed and you weren’t sure you’d even be patient enough to sit through him stretching you out any further with anything but his dick.

you wanted to feel it yourself and so you reached a hand out to wrap around the base, captivated by how he watched you as you thumbed the slit, breathing heavy but not saying anything, letting you do what you wanted.

you wanted it in you so badly.

when he opened his mouth in question, eyes flitting up to yours, you were quick to cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask. “yes, i’m sure.” you didn’t know curses could actually be compassionate, and it was cute when his jaw locked hard at your confirmation and he nodded, shifting his gaze back to your hand.

you released his cock and sukuna set back to lining it up with you, grip on your leg locking the limb in place. you shivered under his hold and he grunted when the head nudged your entrance, slowly pushing in.

“fuck. take it. take it all in. fucking slut.” he sunk fully in in one motion, the pace enough not to have you screaming out at the stretch but making your breath catch in your throat all the same. “yes, just like that. a good bitch, that’s what you are, aren’t you? look at you.”

you didn’t even know what to think at this point, a shaky resemblance to his name tumbling from you, more so a moan than actual talking. you could feel him everywhere—so full, so overwhelmingly full.

shoving your leg back further until it was almost painful, cock bottomed out in you, sukuna snapped his fingers in front of your face. “i asked you a question, brat. or are you already too fucked out of your mind to answer?”

you couldn’t breathe, head heavy, and tried to nod in confirmation as you struggled to puzzle through his words, but then you shook your head to answer no—god, you were confused. what was the right answer? what was happening?

maybe you really were already too fucked out of your mind. you vaguely recalled his words from earlier and were able to form a somewhat coherent response. “a good bitch... yes, i a- wait.” what were you saying? first you let him fuck you and now you’re openly submitting to him? the curse that had nearly cost you and your friends your lives countless times?

pride wouldn’t let you go along with his little game even as your dripping pussy told a different story. “i’m not anything to you.”

sukuna scoffed, hips grinding into you as he leaned over you, hooking both of your legs over his shoulders and pressing them back, close to your head. “and here i thought we were actually starting to get along.” a mirthless laugh left him, both of you eye-to-eye now where you lay.

fire burning in your eyes, you were very much reminded why you hated him so much. a self-obsessed asshole was what he was. “i’m not exactly looking to be friends with the king of curses, you idiot.”

“but look at you now. you wanted this.” he licked a stripe up the side of your neck, pausing at the base of your jaw to grin and press a sweet kiss to the area. you shivered and your hands found his shoulders to grip onto. he wasn’t wrong about the wanting it part—the amount of times you’d fantasized about exactly this was concerning. “i wonder what would happen if your little friends knew about how you really felt. what’s that term you like to use? ‘fraternizing with the enemy?’”

sukuna laughed again when your expression fell, face hot at the reminder of the others. “i suppose this is considered a bit more than mere fraternizing though, hm?” he continued, smiling and kissing your cheek.

whatever. no one would find out anyway. expect... expect maybe... yuuji—what had happened to him anyway for this to happen? knowing him, he’d probably been too tired after the last mission and sukuna had easily switched in—the same mission that seemed to have set sukuna even further along in his fury against jujutsu sorcerers this night.

you weren’t dating yuuji per say (it was... complicated), so your qualms when it came to fucking the curse possessing him were... minimal to say the least. you wouldn’t have done it if you were already taken, couldn’t have done that to yuuji, sweet as he was. but even in spite of all that, sukuna was right... this whole thing was so... no, don’t think about it.

you didn’t care either way (...maybe)—you couldn’t let his words get to you.

“just move already.”

you heard him grumble, annoyed, and he propped himself up to hover above your face. “i was giving you time to adjust. you’re so ungrateful.”

and with that, sukuna snapped his hips into yours without another moment of hesitation and you dug your nails into his back, mouth open in a silent scream because fuck.

“ungrateful fucking brat.”

“more,” your voice was hoarse, focus narrowing in only on the way he was fucking you.

you weren’t sure if it was your words or his own desire that spurred him on, but he set a bruising pace from the start, the places where your hips met hurting every time he rammed back into you. he was marking up your neck, the area already feeling sensitive and oh-so overabused, yet you not wanting to tell him to stop.

sukuna’s hand wrapped around your neck again, the feeling familiar now and you clenched around him at the sensation, him growling when you did so. the slight squeeze of his fingers had you seeing stars, the light-headed feeling going straight to your building arousal.

just like before, his hand traveled up to squeeze your cheeks and he was hovering over your mouth again, lips brushing against your own from the momentum of his thrusts. “let me kiss you again.” sukuna’s eyes were dark, unreadable.

you were quick to act at that, not letting him lean down, but rather craning your neck up to latch onto him, moaning as your mouth fell open for him to push his tongue in. his hand released your face to travel down to tweak at your nipples and grip your breasts again, other hand holding your leg steady against him. “filthy fucking slut.” he forced the words into your mouth, speaking around your lips that kept chasing after him. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

sukuna’s attention returned to your neck, leaving you to gasp into the air and missing his warmth against your face. when his thumb found your clit, your breath hitched and you knew you so close to coming undone. the rubbing of his cock against just the right spots inside of you, filling you so wholly was not helping.

“su...kuna, please, i’m gonna—” you were babbling, chest heavy when his teeth sank into your shoulder, stinging. his wet kiss on the area was cooling, the contrast making your head tilt further back, wanting to give him easy access to whatever he wanted.

“i’ve got you.” he was whispering against the wet skin, voice low with his pants, and you shivered, digging your nails into his back even more. “come on, brat, you want to cum for me, don’t you?” yes, you did. the stretch, his hands everywhere at once, his scraping lips—yes, you wanted to let everything go.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you let yourself come undone, heat filling your chest. everything was him—that’s all you knew in this state.

“look at you, creaming all over my cock. god, you’re so pretty. pretty little slut.” the words just kept flowing as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.

when he finally came, your hole was aching, abused, the sound of skin against skin the only thing you could focus on, mind cloudy. his cum was hot and filling when it spilled into you, your stomach doing summersualts at the feeling. his pace gradually began to slow, the sopping sound of him fucking his cum into you as he rode out his own high the only sound besides your ragged breaths. when he eventually stopped, he was leaning over you, sweaty foreheads pressed together, and he pushed one final bruising kiss to your lips that you gladly returned.

you were panting, chest rising and falling unevenly. “fuck, oh my god.” you reached up pull him back into another kiss, needing something to hold onto. it was an easy kiss, no thought going into its form, just knowing that lips were meant to be on each other and slotted together. his lips were so soft, and his fingers along your side were so soft, and his chest against yours was so soft and you were absolutely lost to everything.

sukuna finally pulled back to let you breath, knowing you were probably stupid enough to just keep pulling him in more and more and ignoring your lung capacity until the very last second unless he stopped you.

chests heaving, you stared at each other and he brought a thumb up to rub at your swollen lips. you flicked your tongue out to lick at the digit playfully and smiled. a laugh bubbled out of you and he returned the grin, his own deep chuckle vibrating through you where you were still pressed against each other.

it was laughing that you moved to push him to roll off of you. “oh my god, i can’t believe we just-” the hand that gripped your wrist, your own hands still planted on his chest, stopped you immediately. his smile had morphed back into one that was anything but sweet.

you were suddenly aware of the ache in your legs where they were still pressed over his shoulders and the dull throbbing of your pussy as it begged for a break, him still not having pulled out—the look on his face told you that you wouldn’t be getting a break from those sensations any time soon.

“who said we’re done?” his teeth glinted in the moonlight and god the line was so cliche and he must’ve known you’d hate it so much. what you hated even more was the throb in your core at his words despite all that. “wanted to cum in you at least once, but your tits-” he paused to squeeze one of them for emphasis, “are looking a little too clean.” body covered in sweat and marks all over your chest from his handiwork made you think clean wasn’t exactly the correct description, although you understood his sentiment.

surprise ridden expression falling away, you rose to meet his challenge, your own grin reflecting back. how would it feel when he came on your stomach, on your face, on your ass—anywhere and everywhere? would it be the same feeling as before when he’d spilled inside of you? (would you get to taste it?)

the thought was horrible, you knew, but the trickle of white out of your hole around his cock and dripping onto the sheets made you think maybe it was okay to be horrible for once.

“do your worst, king.”

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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Hey bestie can u make a eren x reader one shot where eren just won’t let the reader move on🙃

thank u anon for this lovely idea

scumbag!eren x crybaby!fem!reader

WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, past toxic relationship, slut-shaming, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies,

WC: 1.8k

He pins your wrists against the dingy bathroom tiles with an unrelenting grip, and you swear you've never felt more claustrophobic in your life.

The dark-haired boy eyes the glitter on your cheekbones, the neon-colored eyeliner, the rogue on your lips, and the black satin of your mini dress exposing a substantial amount of plush thighs. He's never seen you like this-never allowed you like this before.

You almost feel like uncharted territory but nothing escapes his observant nature. From the tremble of your lips, and the water starting to collect in your lower lash lines, Eren knows this you. Maybe not who you were pretending to be in the strappy heels, low neckline, and the party-girl masquerade you put on in front of your shallow ditzy friends, but he knows who you really are. Vulnerable. Scared of your own shadow.

"E-eren,' You stammer, "Please let me go." You try not to think about the voice cracks, trying to sound as assertive as you could without meeting his eyes. Eren, of course, thinks you look like a baby mouse. Hopeless and trapped.

"Don’t you miss me?" He mummers into the nape of your neck. You have an explosive No prepared in the roof of your mouth, ready to sound out the single syllable, until his hand, adorned with chunky silver rings, covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers. You could taste the metal.

“It’s a rhetorical question.” He’s smirking, green eyes lit up dangerously under the too-white bright lights, “Let me talk okay? I just want you to listen.”

All you’ve ever been doing is letting him walk and talk over you. And then when you finally got the nerve to stand up for yourself-

“I haven’t seen you the past three months” his low voice interrupts your contemplation, “It’s like you’ve been ignoring me.” He finishes flatly, his thin lips stretched into a line. His multitude of ear piercings catches the light, glinting sharply.

It’s too overpowering, his close proximity after going cold turkey. His presence is like a drag of a cigarette after not smoking for months. Hurts your lungs but the remnants of what you used to feel with the sudden rush of nicotine bubbling up again. Because when all is said and done, you’re still deliriously attracted to him. And you hate yourself for it.

You try to focus on the other sensations, sensations that aren’t busy on the feel of his warm breath or his hands holding yours down. You can still hear the song playing from the club.

All my bitches feel like I dodged the county

Fucking with you feel like jail n——-

Yeah, it really did.

Changing tactics, he holds you by your neck instead, giving your aching wrists sweet relief but that relief is nothing compared to the panic of having his beefy hand on your thrumming pulse.

His grasp wasn’t tight. You could breathe, but it was the kind of tight that let you know he would go tighter if you didn’t listen properly. React properly.

“You’re fucking ignoring me again” he’s practically growling the words out, baring all teeth, “I know I’m pretty difficult to tune out, so I would like to know what the fuck you’re thinking about.”

His hand leaves your delicate throat- his knee between your thighs keeps you in place- to roam down the satin of your dress, the fabric clinging to every curve. You hate how scrutinizing his viridian eyes are, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over the previous hot-girl-summer confidence.

He hated how good you looked on the dance floor, laughing with your stupid friends like you had lost all your inhibitions. Hated that you looked so good, everyone could see it. Hated how you didn't notice his eyes boring holes into you. Do you remember the time how you used to be hyper-focused around him? Aware of every movement, aware of every tonal shift?

And now you didn't even look at him.

"Are you thinking of other guys? I saw you grinding on those men like a slut." He presses his body deeper, "Have you fucked any other guys since we broke up? You must have. I know how slutty your pussy is"

You bite down on his hand. Hard.

You're counting on his reflexes, for him to retract his hand and give you an opportunity to run to the door. But Eren has been fighting for years and predicts your maneuver. With a calculated sidestep, Eren lets go of his hand, before promptly slamming you against the bathroom wall again but this time front-first.

Clouds dance in your vision, and you're sure you would have fallen by now if not for him holding you up. Eren uses this newfound position to his advantage by groping your ass, rutting his dick against your backside.

Deciding to be petty, you let the spite-coated venom escape your pretty lips, "Yeah. I fucked so many boys, and they were so much better than y-"

Anger blinded him. Roughly, he turned you around to face him once more, forcing you to look up at the green-eyed monster. He flipped your dress up, nearly ripping it during the process, shoved your lacy panty aside, and plunged his fingers inside. He felt a visceral sense of validation course through him at finding wetness coating his slender fingers to your utter mortification.

"Liar. I know you haven't been fucking anyone else." His smile is all teeth, pearly white and sharp,

You gulp, feeling sweat beading down your neck and arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach. Damn yourself.

"You don't know that."

He looks almost feral, green eyes in slits and hair all mussed up, falling out of his usual bun. The top few buttons of his black button-up are left unfastened giving you a gracious view of his smooth muscular chest, and the dangling silver cross-chain.

"No, I do. See a little birdie told me all you've been doing the past few months is crying yourself to sleep, and eating frozen meals. This is the first time you've been out since I broke up with you, huh?" Condescension drips with every word.

He thumbs away the tear falling down your cheek with a mocking kindness and adds, "There, there. Don't cry. Good thing I happened to be here tonight, right?"

You're full-blown crying now, too upset to care if you're smudging your make-up. This is the real you. This is how Eren remembers you.

"Awe, my precious little crybaby, don't worry. You came here tonight looking for dick? I'll give it to you. It's okay," He coos, breath tickling the shell of your sensitive ears. Well, every part of you felt sensitive right now.

You're rubbing your eyes, sniffling, "E-exactly. You b-broke up with me, so why are you here? Why can't you just let me be?"

The dark-haired boy sighs, and with an uncharacteristic softness, leans his head down to press his forehead against yours, and intertwines his hand with yours, noses almost touching.

"To be honest, it was just to teach you a lesson." A soft exhale, "I didn't think you'd actually stay broken up with me." He's crushing your fingers now, "Didn't think we'd be broken up with for real."

Your eyes flash with indignation, feeling your body surge with an emotion you couldn't qualify, "I don't care. Yeah, I was sad but god, you were a terrible boyfriend! I'm so much better off without you. All those lonely nights are still better than any night I've ever had with you!"

You're breathless by the time you're done.

"Done with your little monologue?"*

You can feel your shoulders shaking, and you almost want to laugh from the indecorousness of it all. How could he not care? Was this how little you mattered to him?

"I know you're lying because" Without any preamble, he shoves his fingers inside of you again, finding that spongy spot that made your knees weak, eliciting a soft moan from your downturned mouth, "You're wet. And you want me."

"In fact," an edge of excitement colors his voice, "I bet your insides are still molded to fit my dick."

It's hard to talk when one thumb is violently brushing over your clit, and his tongue is forced into your mouth, drowning any whines of protests. You close your eyes, focusing and unfocusing. A hand snakes up your dress to fondle your tits and tease your perky nipples.

It's just one sensation over another, and your sex-deprived body was welcoming all these feelings with open arms. Eren knows your body like it came with an instruction manual and that manual advised him to bite your earlobe, which was especially sensitive. He knew where on your collarbone you liked to be marked, how hard you wanted your nipples pinched, and how you could ride his face with complete abandon.

But right now, he didn't want to pleasure you. He's coaxed enough orgasms out of you throughout your relationship.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his long slender cock, the head a flushed angry red, dribbling with precum. He lines his full-mast cock to your entrance. Fully alert as to what was about to happen, pretty pleas of "no Eren, please don't, no" are falling out of your mouth, wide starlit eyes dotted with pearlescent tears. He kisses the top of your head like the way he always used to.

And then he thrusts himself inside. You give up so easily, he thinks. Do you even realize how you're swinging your hips on your own accord? How you're wrapping your lush legs around his waist to pull him deeper?

His pace is ruthless, making your head bob up and down. Moans and grunts drown out the music from the club. You're begging him to slow down.

"You're mine. Always mine. Always were. Can't fucking believe you really thought-" He doesn't even finish his thought because a violent shudder rips throughout his body.

Your nails are digging into his back, so sharp it could have been clawed. You could feel yourself right on the edge-

The door shakes to reveal a tall young man with slicked-back blond hair with a frat-boy laugh.

"Holy shit! Eren?!"

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcufkcufkcufckfuckfuckfuckfuc

Shame burns your face. You have no choice but to cover yourself behind Eren's broad frame. You're just hoping to every god he'll go away, and keep this to himself.

Your dark-haired ex-boyfriend turns around to face the blond, "A little busy here, Porco. Shut the door. I'm uh, getting reacquainted with someone."

"Goddamn. Is that ___" You don't even have to look at Porco to recognize how impressed he was.

"Get out Porco." Eren growls.

The door closes with a loud thud.

You're borderline hysterical at this point begging Eren to get out of you, but his grip on your hips is iron-tight.

Outside you hear stunned gasps, but one phrase stands out to your straining ears: "Yeah, I guess they're back together."

Eren kisses the top of your head once more, "After I fuck you, we'll go home together girlfriend."

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* {A/N}: This line "Done with your little monologue?" is inspired by this delicious fic by @hotwings0203.

#yandere eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #toxic eren #eren yeager x reader fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #dubcon tw #tw noncon

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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He’d be so freaking mean too omg

like all “Shut the fuck up, did I say you could fucking speak?” spitting at you when you’re panicking, blubbering out anything to get him to stop.

Originally he was just going to spank you until your skin had broken, until there were raw welts across your ass and thighs, bruised and sensitive to the slightest breeze. Levi would want you to remember and suffer with the pain for as long as he had to suffer and endure the pain of almost loosing you. The hurt of knowing that you’re still trying to run, still trying to get away from him.

But now he knows that the pain of a few smacks won’t be enough to convey the ache you put his heart through. The ripping, tearing, long-lasting suffering afflicting him whenever you show your disdain for him. He masks it with anger, with the poorly restrained attitude of a trainer correcting its pupil, but the hurt is still there.

Levi knows it’s all wrong, everything that he does to you. But in a twisted, fucked up way, you deserve it. Deserve it for catching his eye, and being nice to him even when he was a bitch (which was always), for letting things progress to this point - a relationship filled with suffering and heartache.

It’s all your fault.

That’s what he tells you when the man hisses at you to shut up again, delivering another resounding smack to your rear to convey the seriousness of his point.

“Brat. What did you think you’d gain from running? Huh?”

He’s so aggressive, pulling your hair, smacking you around, his hands stinging with the abuse he’s littering across your skin. When you attempt to garble out another plea for mercy, for forgiveness, Levi grabs your face in one hand and pinches, pulling you towards himself with a cruel expression. “You don’t get to ask for an ounce of goddamn mercy. I am being merciful, you stupid little shitstain.”

The sheets are smeared with the slightest bit of blood.

“Now be fucking quiet.”

You can’t help the yelps of pain that are smacked out of you when Levi’s hand connects to your raw flesh, immediately sobbing and biting your lip as tears soak the sheets, mingle with the blood.

Levi’s so pissed, he doesn’t care how hard you’re trying to be silent. With a growl of frustration, he grabs the back of your neck, hauling you up onto your knees on the bed.

A palm strikes hard against your cheek, whipping your head to the side and then it strikes again in the exact same spot.

“Are you so stupid that you can’t get it through that tiny fucking brain of yours - this is a punishment. I’m in charge. I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. I own you.”

Your ears feel like they’re filled with cotton, you can’t stop the wretched sobs heaving from your chest. Levi is furious.

He maneuvers you until you’re on your hands and knees facing away from him, barely able to hold yourself up through the fuzzy panic filling your body, weighing you down and making you dizzy.

More spanking is expected, and you’re already struggling to brace yourself for the inevitable hit when instead, hot fingers covered in cold lube grip your ass, pull the cheeks apart.

Levi ignores the way your breath catches in your throat, how your body freezes completely and your tears start falling faster. He doesn’t care about your comfort right now, he’s trying to prove a point.

His nails are blunt and short - the man keeps his hands neat and clean. It just means you’re forced to feel the full sensation of Levi’s fingertips probing at your ass.

“You better relax, or else I’ll shove my entire fist up your ass and fuck you with it until you bleed out.” Levi snarls, and you realize you’re shaking terribly, almost convulsing as you force your hole to relax and stop clenching.

A finger worms it’s way inside, painful and entirely too fast, too soon. But Levi doesn’t care. You deserve to be in pain.

He only wants to work two fingers inside of you, just enough so that he can spread his digits and open your hole a little. Levi knows you’ll probably tear and bleed anyway tonight, but he’s not looking to actually kill you, so he squirts lube directly into your hole, sneering when you clench at the sensation and it makes a disgusting squelching sound.

“You aren’t trying to take a shit, stop that.”

As if you could control the way your body reacted to painful stimulus.

Levi fishes out his cock, doesn’t even bother with removing his clothes. He’s going to fuck some sense into you, make you understand pain and consequences, and then he’s going to leave you lying in a puddle of your own tears. You’re pathetic.

He taps his cock against your hole, jaw set in anger, thinking about how he’d felt to hear that you’d somehow gotten loose in the barracks, running through the halls and trying every single door, hoping to find a way out. Good thing all the cadets, all the staff - they knew to who where you belonged.

“L-Le-L-N-n-n” You managed, tongue thick and heavy in your mouth. You wanted to say no, tell him to stop, that you’d listen and be good and do whatever he said, if only he would please not do this.

But all your mushy syllables gained you was a violent slap to your rear, Levi seething. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you? Can’t do anything right, useless brat.”

And with that, he was pushing inside, forcing his way into your body, relentless and uncaring of the extreme pain he was putting you in.

A horrified wail tumbled from your lips, body jolting and spasming and struggling to lurch away from the assault, but Levi held you easily in place, exactly where he wanted you.

“Don’t, you brought this upon yourself.” He ground out, your walls squeezing the tip of his cock almost painfully, so tight and convulsing wildly as your body tried to force him out.

He was tired of talking, tired of trying to get through to you with words.

In no time, he was fully inside you, lube easing the way, blood joining and slicking your passage even more. As his hips pulled back, the gross mixture dripped to the bed below, staining his sheets. Levi was disgusted.

But he pushed forward, finding his rhythm with quick swings of his hips, pummeling your insides with barely a care for your wellbeing.

Maybe he was sick, but it felt good.

It felt good to see you in so much pain, mourning the choices you had made to lead up to this moment.

It felt good to feel you squeezing at his cock so intensely, body reacting in violent spasms that felt exciting and made Levi’s balls tingle.

Usually Levi would at least try to help you cum. A hand between your legs with he fucked you, fingers flicking against your clit. Having you ride him and control the pace so you could bounce until you reached your peak. Fingering you after your hole was loose and sloppy from his cock, curling his digits just so that they rubbed against your G-spot and made you squirm on each thrust.

But now Levi had no desire to make you feel good. You had made him feel awful; he was just returning the favor.

Seeing you like this, struggling underneath him to stay conscious through the hurt, crying and sobbing his name even though the man had told you to shut your fucking mouth, taking what he dished out....

Levi felt warm.

That stupid, syrupy warmth rising in his chest, threatening to spill out his mouth by way of foolish words.

“I love you.” Is what he wants to say, press himself down until he’s flush with your back, mouth next to your ear so he can shamefully whisper it just so you can hear.

You’re in so much pain, writhing and jolting, clawing at the sheets - Levi doubts you’d even understand him if he said anything at this point.

So he lets his body talk for him, hips speeding up as he felt his balls tighten, cock twitching inside your hole and you screech in agony. He won’t drag this out any longer, you’ve learned your lesson, remembered who it is you’re supposed to love.

Levi grabs your hips, clutches onto you with white knuckles and pounds home, faster and faster until he feels himself let go, cock twitching wildly as your hole squeezes him down.

When he pulls out, the cum that drips down your thighs is tinted pink.

Levi’s reminded of the color of love.

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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"There is only one bed" "Exes forced to work together" and "Accidentally cuddling in sleep" with homeboy Dickie please <3

There were certain members of the Titans who said Dick’s superpower was being friends with his exes. Not very many of them had ill feelings for him after breakup despite everything that happened in their relationship. You tried to be like them. Kori could laugh at his jokes while he dated Barbara. Zatanna would often give him an open mouth kiss when she saw him and yet had no interest in dating him again.

But you weren’t like that. You didn’t know how to act around him. Possibly because you didn’t exactly break up normally, or at all. He just disappeared. It had been for a mission but still. He could have called or talked to you afterwards. That’s why you were mad. It was inconsiderate, you thought as you ignored the tiny voice that told you that you couldn’t be normal around him because you still liked him.

And currently you were dying because you had teamed up with Dick on a mission. Both of your skill sets matched for the mission’s needs and so this is how you ended up at the front counter of a Swiss hotel high in the mountain trying to get 2 hotel rooms instead of one. Or even just another bed.

“Madame, I apologize but there is no other room at this hotel. We are very sorry for the mix up but this is all we have. The nearest hotel is 30 kilometers north so I have very little I can do. Again, I apologize,” said the man. “It is the busy season.”

You sighed. “That’s fine. I’m tired. It’ll be fine,” you said grabbing the keys a little rougher than necessary. Dick looked at the man apologetically before following you.

The hotel was actually really nice. Very traditional with red ornamental patterned rugs and golden brown beaded board halfway up the wall. A gold chandelier hung in the front entry. A bellboy carried your bags up to the room and let you in.

The room was just as nice but tiny. Barely had enough room for the bed and a small table with 2 chairs and a tv stand. A little closet sat behind door and the tiny window with covered in thick curtains.

You tossed your bag in the closet without a care and pulled off your shoes. You groaned and stretched your toes before flopping on the bed.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Dick said grabbing a pillow.

“No just get in bed. There isn’t enough floor to sleep on. It’ll kill your back to sleep weird,” you said with a yawn. Dick stood awkwardly. You hadn’t thought about it but you were probably his only awkward ex and he didn’t know what to do about it.

“You sure? I don’t wanna be in your space,” Dick said tentatively laying down the pillow. You patted the mattress.

“You could sleep in the room beside me and I think you’d still be in my face with how tiny these rooms are,” you said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, this hotel is probably like 500 years old or something,” he said laying down. He was on his edge of the bed and you on yours. “Did I ever tell you that we toured out here when I was a kid in the circus?”

You turned to look at him. “No you haven’t. What was it like?”

“It was cold but fun. My mom got mad when I tried to do flips barefoot in the snow,” he said with a laugh. “I was probably 6. She thought I was going to get deathly sick from the cold.”

“That sounds exactly like something a mom would say,” you said with a smile.

“I also remember one of the sword swallowers tried to learn the language to speak to all the pretty women that came to the shows but he learned Swedish instead,” Dick said and you both laughed.

“I bet that didn’t go well.”

“He got lucky and the first woman he talked to spoke Swedish! It was pretty funny,” Dick said with a yawn. “We should probably get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” you said and the pillow felt like heaven. Your eyelids felt heavy and before you knew it, you were asleep. Hours later you woke to light hitting your eyes through the curtains so you snuggled closer to get it out of your eyes. Arms that wrapped around you tightened a little and you felt a humming noise that threatened to put you back to sleep.

Hot breath against your cheek made you move again. This time you woke up to take in your surroundings. A collarbone. Arms around your back. Legs tangled in your own. You hadn’t taken anyone home last night. Who was that? You blinked before realizing that you were in Dick’s arms.

You pulled back a little and he whined in his sleep and held you tighter. His touch was warm and comforting and you almost wanted to be lulled back to sleep with him. But Dick wasn’t your boyfriend and you needed to move. You shifted again and he opened his eyes to look at you in surprise.

“Oh,” he said. You both froze. “Sorry,” Dick muttered before moving his hands away slowly. His didn’t scoot away from you.

You looked at him and the way he looked at you stopped you from moving. It was raw and unfiltered in the mornin light and he clearly wasn’t over you. He looked down at your lips before looking back at your eyes.

“Morning,” you said softly. You looked down as he licked his lips. They looked soft and shiny. You slid your hand to his arm. Almost painfully slow, Dick scooted closer to where your lips were almost touching. You inhaled a little faster than normal.

“Can I,” he said already hold his head slightly turned. You leaned up to meet his lips. Dick’s hands went back around to grip your waist. The kiss started out tentative but didn’t take long to deepen. He tasted the same as you remember and his touch was familiar and comforting.

After a little bit of you both laying on your sides, Dick laid back and pulled you on top of him. You straddled his hips and kissed him hard. Dick made a moan against your lips and gripped your thighs. You rubbed down against him. You could feel him grow hard in his thin sleep pants. Dick pulled back to breathe.

“Fuck baby,” he panted. You huffed out a laugh. “What?” He asked and you grinned.

“Still has the same weaknesses, I see,” you whispered and he chuckled before shrugging. You ground down on him and he inhaled quickly.

“Yeah but so do you,” he said before flipping you over and pinning your hands above your head. You gasped into a moan as he nipped at the spot behind your ear. Dick smirked against your skin. “Yep the same spot.”

“Hmmm using it against me,” you asked and he nodded.

“Always take advantage of weaknesses. That how I was taught,” Dick said. He bent and sucked hard on the spot and you pulled at his hands, wanting to put your hands in his hair. Dick kissed down your neck to your collar and nipped at your collarbone. You made a keening sound.

“Not fair Grayson, not fair,” you said breathlessly and he chuckled.

“I could always stop,” Dick said, his breath was hot on your skin. You groaned and he chuckled. Dick slid his hands under your shirt and pulled back to slide it off. His fingers traced a new scar that you had gotten since the last time you had been together.

“Two Face,” you commented and he nodded before kissing the arcing curvature of lighter skin. You pulled at his shirt and he pulled it off too. He had some more scars too. A pair of red healing marks on his forearm that looked like claws you touched with your thumb.

“Killer Croc,” he said before kissing the valley between your breasts. You hummed in agreement before realizing what he said.

“Killer Croc? You got very lucky,” you said and he pulled back a little.

“Yeah. I mean, it got mad infected and I was out for 2 weeks but yeah, he could have ripped my arm off,” Dick said. He ran his hand along the waistband of your sleep shorts. You inhaled quickly.

“You’re too casual for a man that almost died,” you said.

“Yeah, I know,” Dick answered sliding his hand in your shorts to play in your folds. Your eyes closed and you forgot all about scars and Killer Croc as he fingered you.

“Condoms?” You gasped. He grinned as he kissed along the column of your neck.

“One minute,” Dick said getting up. You watched him move around the room. His boner extremely obvious in his sleep pants. He came back with a few attached together.

“3?”

“Let’s start with one and go from there,” he smirked and you laughed. That was Dick for you. Cheeky no matter what. He pushed down his pants and rolled it on as you slid out of your panties and shorts. Dick stared down at your wet pussy. He already knew from fingering you but he certainly wasn’t complaining about the sight.

Dick climbed back over you and kissed you soundly. “Ready?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly thrust in and you made a soft sound. He started moving and found a good pace. It was great for missionary but it wasn’t like either of you didn’t have the ability to be a little more flexible in positions.

“I want to try something,” you whispered in his ear and he looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Go on,” Dick said excitedly. You pushed him off of you and he eagerly complied. You stood up and bent at the waist and wrapped your arms around the back of your knees with your legs closed giving Dick one hell of a show.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. Dick moved behind you. “Like this?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly slid in with his hands on your hips making all kinds of little noises. “You look fucking amazing baby. Truly.”

You let Dick move for a while in this position. He alternated between holding your hips and grabbing your ass to slightly spread it to watch better. It was possible he’d never been that horny in his life. It felt amazing on your part but there was something you wanted to try without telling him.

You slowly moved your hands to the floor and put your weight on one leg. And with a smirk, you lifted one leg up and Dick inhaled deeply as you lifted it up to his shoulder. He held your leg and moaned loudly. His hips stopped and he was panting.

“Fuck, you almost made me cum right then,” he groaned. His hips started moving and all of took was a little shake of your ass for him to cum despite himself. “Fuck,” he groaned while burying himself deep. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and helped you stand up. You noted a little dusting of pink in his cheeks and ears.

“I’ll get you back. Lay down,” he said and you nodded and laid on the bed. It was no time at all that he had his lips wrapped around your clit and fingers in your core as your grabbed his hair in pleasure.

“Fuck! Dick! Fuck!” You cried, completely ignoring the fact that it was 7 am and you were in a hotel. He seemed to be hell bent on making up for the fact that he came first. Your thighs shook and you weren’t even sure but you probably screamed when you came. Dick peppered kisses up your body with a smirk as you heaved in breaths.

“Like that,” he said wryly, pulling you into his arms.

“You already know that,” you answered. He ran a finger along your arm and kissed your hair.

“So this...” he started but trailed off.

“Yeah...”

“Do you wanna... try again? Us?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you said biting your lip.

“Give it a shot?” He asked hopeful. You sat in silence for a second.

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Yeah?” He said with a smile.

“Yeah,” you answered shyly. He grinned and kissed you again. He rolled on top of you.

“Since I fucked up the first round, I should make it up to you,” he said playfully. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“If. You. Can,” you whispered in his ear. By the end of the morning, the hotel security had come to knock on your door to quiet down.

#friday night smut #dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick Grayson smut #batboy smut #batboy x reader

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The Only Kindness

summary: In the early days of Bucky’s captivity in Hydra, the only comfort he knows is the kindhearted doctor assigned to mend his wounds. At least when he's with her, he knows he isn’t alone. pairing: bucky x reader word count: 9.7k warnings: torture, canon level violence, unwanted sexual advances, hydra's attempts to brainwash bucky, hella angst, a/n: this is meant to sit in the world of canon and what we know eventually happens to Bucky at Hydra sooo do with that what you will. I am genuinely really proud of this one so I hope you can forgive me for the pain I cause

The first thing Bucky remembered every morning when the sting of florescent lights woke him in a cold sweat was that the arm attached to his shoulder was not his own. The realization of it hurt worse than the day before; with unforgiving metal seared into his skin, leaving behind bubbled scars and a revolting, oozing smell.

It weighed him down, slumped on his spine, pulled at his neck, and he struggled to even push himself upright. Sitting upon the thin mattress laid amongst an otherwise baron room, Bucky supposed he might have preferred the floor if not for the dark red stain at the center of the concrete.

Then, the familiar clicking of locks echoed against the walls and Bucky gritted his teeth as a stout man with rounded features and an arrogant grin strolled into the room – no, the cell – alongside two men strapped with rifles.

He clutched to the solid metal of his arm as if holding it might take the pressure off his shoulder, might subside the pain as it spread through his veins, or stop the twitching in his cheek as he tried to stifle the pain, but it was no use. He held on anyway in favor of wrapping a hand around the scientist’s throat.

“Ah, good morning, Sergeant Barnes,” Zola greeted, though there was something unpleasant in his tone. A threat, perhaps. A taunt. It was always something of the sort.

Bucky could barely muster the energy to look the man in the eye, but as he did, it was hidden under a dark, loathing glare. He spat on the floor by Zola’s feet.

“Go to hell.”

Zola jumped back and brushed at the toe of his shoe. It was amusing, at least, to see the rage boil in the man’s chest; all red faced and round and steaming from the ears. Though Bucky’s triumph was shorted lived as Zola waved a single hand at the armed guards beside him.

They lunged forward and with heavy hands, clawed Bucky into their grip by his biceps. He met concrete within seconds; the red stain laid beneath him. His knees barely had time to heal from the day before and they stung as he struggled under the guards’ grasp, raw skin and blistering burns shielded by paper thin fabric.

His face was pushed down into the stone and for a strange moment there was relief; it was cool to the touch, a break from the feverish heat on his brow.

But then, while a guard pinched at the nape of Bucky’s neck, nearly choking the air straight out of him and the other jabbed a knee to his spine, he remembered there was no relief within Hydra.

“You have a long day ahead of you,” Zola announced, a smirk growing upon his face as Bucky let out a hollowed whine. It slipped past his lips before he could smother it down. He knew then that he had lost whatever game they were playing; the win-lose of a man in chains to his captors with scalpels in their hands and venom on their tongues.

He didn’t know how long it had been since the fall; since icy waters and plummeting down to a ravine he wished most nights had swallowed him whole. He didn’t know how many times he was cut open in an unsterilized room, thrown onto a rusting metal table and operated on with cheap anesthetic. He didn’t know how many times he was strapped into a chair that set fire to his veins and left him feeling numb and empty, how many times he felt a lingering sense of dread he couldn’t quite place.

He didn’t know much at all, really.

But he knew his name. He knew his serial number. He knew Steve would come for him like he did before. He knew he’d get through this. He had to. He didn’t have a choice.

“We have much to do,” Zola announced, admiring how Bucky’s face pressed down into the concrete, how the prickles in the stone scraped against his cheek and cut at his skin— pleased to see a man brought to his knees, bowing before the greatness of Hydra. It brought Zola a sense of pride whether the Sergeant resisted or not. He would give in soon enough.

The guards didn’t loosen their grip on Bucky’s arms as they yanked him back to his knees. They didn’t give him a chance to stand either before they started to drag him from the cell.

The grip on his right arm was sure to leave bruises behind, ones to accompany the mess of blue and purple coloring his skin, but it was the pain on his left that rendered him paralyzed. It felt like his arm was being ripped straight from his body, pulled at every nerve ending until they snapped. He could hardly move.

It wasn’t until Zola made a sharp left at the end of the hall that a familiar sense of dread dropped into Bucky’s stomach. Whether it was fear, panic, resilience, he wasn’t sure, but he started to fight back as they neared a dark red door with six locks running up the side.

“No,” he gaped, barely a whisper, but it caught Zola’s attention.

Bucky thrashed in the men’s grip, using his weight as leverage despite the searing pain in his shoulder and the blood trickling down his ribs from where metal fused to flesh. His heels dug into the concrete, trying to catch against the wall to slow them down, to stop what he knew was coming.

Zola merely smiled.

It was no use, and perhaps Bucky knew that from the start, but he couldn’t be strapped into that chair without a fight. He still didn’t know its purpose but he knew it brought him pain. It disoriented him, made him forget his own name and the monsters that chained him. It forced him to remember all over again that he was held prisoner, thousands of miles away from home, presumed dead, and he couldn’t -- he couldn’t do it anymore.

“Please,” Bucky gasped and it sounded foreign in his own voice – broken. He hated it. He despised how his voice cracked, how he fell to his knees in front of his captors and begged.

Zola grabbed a firm hold of Bucky's chin, stump fingers digging into his cheeks and demanding attention. As he pulled in closer, Bucky caught sight of something strange in the reflection of Zola’s glasses.

He didn’t recognize the man staring back at him; hair grown and wild, unkept beard on his face, dirt and blood covering most of his skin. Amongst the scratches in the glass and the clouds of dirt, the reflection of the man looked tired, with hallowed eyes and sunken cheeks. He wasn’t strong enough to fight back. He wouldn’t survive if he tired.

Bucky slumped in the guards’ arms.

“That’s what I thought,” Zola jeered, a lingering chuckle etched into the trail of his voice. He waved a hand at the guards and Bucky was placed into the chair, all dead weight and positioned like a doll.

Thick, metal bars strapped down around Bucky’s wrists, his biceps, his ankles to hold him in place. He did his best to let go of himself, to find somewhere far beyond the walls of this room, away from the men who ripped him to pieces and broke him to the bare bones. He imagined something better, safer, where he was clean shaven and in fresh clothes, where Steve was waving from the end of the street and the war long behind them, but the dream was torn from him as soon as the panels clamped against his temples.

Electricity jolted through his system and his whole body tensed. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

But he could scream.

It ripped through his lungs and he was certain he’d break straight through the mouth guard and shatter his teeth if they didn’t turn off the machine soon. The sound echoing through the room was strained, broken, and Bucky might have mistaken it for nails to a chalkboard if he didn’t feel the burn in the back of his throat.

He started to lose time, unsure if it was on for seconds or hours. It was blinding. It was all-consuming. It was swallowing him whole.

“Enough!” a voice broke through. A woman’s. It wasn’t one Bucky recognized.

“No, keep it on! He can take more.” Zola.

“Are you insane!” the voice shouted again. “You’ll kill him!”

Let them.

The thought startled Bucky but it slipped from him in the seconds it took to arrive; searing pain, white hot fire washing through every muscle down to his bones. His eyes began to flutter closed, a strange sort of emptiness pulling him under, a darkness he couldn’t place, and he welcomed the escape.

There was yelling again, though this time it was coming was across the room. The machine began to power down, the whirring sounds of electricity in his ears leaving him with a numbing silence. The dizziness took hold, the hollowness, and he was surprised to find a woman staring back at him, her hands wrapped around the lever that pulled him from the fire.

“What the hell are you doing!” Zola roared, accent thick and slurring his words together. He bounded forward, attempted to push past the woman but she held her ground, hands planted on her hips.

“I’m saving his life,” she grunted back, unfazed by Zola’s finger pointing up into her face. She swatted it away, ignoring the shock upon his rounded features. “You brought me here for a reason, didn’t you? Let me do my damn job.” She glanced around the room, eyed the men with guns aimed at the ready, barrels trained in her direction. “Give me the room.”

“Not going to happen,” Zola snapped but quickly silenced as she shot him a glare that had him cower several steps in retreat. His cheeks were burned red.

The woman turned back to the man in the chair and he slumped limply in its clutches, her narrowed eyes centering on the rapid rise and fall of his chest. She held up two fingers, eyeing him carefully before she slowly moved to press them against his throat.

He winced before she could even touch him, flinching at the air itself, and she paused, bringing her hand back to her chest. She gave him a minute to watch as she demonstrated what she was trying to do by pressing the tips of her fingers to her own neck.

She tried again and this time she held his stare; calming aura nestled between the vibrant shades in her eyes, a gentle kind of patience he didn’t expect, and he hardly noticed her fingertips against his skin as she felt for his pulse, feather light and paper thin. They were cool to the touch, a comfort in the burning heat of metal surrounding him and he caught himself before he could lean into her palm.

“His heart rate is through the roof,” she said tensely, turning back to Zola and withdrawing her hand. “Unless you want your multi-million-dollar project to go to waste, clear out before he has a goddamn heart attack.”

Zola eyed her suspiciously in what appeared to be a competition of wills. She straightened her back, arms folding over her chest, and she towered over the scientist’s small frame. He glared up at her and the fury was palatable on his face; upper lip twitching, eyes narrowed, hands curling into fists.

She held her ground.

“Fine,” Zola grumbled, waving a hand to the line of men behind him until they bring their weapons down to their sides. “Give the doctor the room.”

As if she were waiting for the men to leave, she exhaled a breath like she had been holding it for quite some time. When she let her hands come back to her sides, puncture marks were left in her palms.

“I’m leaving a man behind for your safety,” Zola threw over his shoulder at he reached the door, almost like a threat.

She swallowed; jaw clenched. “That won’t be necessary.”

“Maybe not today, but it will be.”

Then, he was gone.

The door locked shut behind him and a single guard remained by the door, positioned with his finger on the trigger.

“Finally,” she exhaled, turning back with a gentle smile on her face that felt almost unsettling to be in such a cold and unforgiving place. “Can you tell me your name, soldier?”

“Uhh,” was all that left his lips and he hardly recognized his own voice. He searched in the back of his head for the answer, felt it on the tip of his tongue, and still… nothing. He glanced back up at her with clenched teeth because he knew what would happen next, what always happened next.

But instead of a harsh hand to the side of his face or the blunt edge of a weapon to his crown, she nodded, offered him a sad sort of smile, and simply said, “that’s alright.”

She glanced down at the clamps restraining him to the chair. His skin was raw underneath, bleeding a little, and she frowned. It crinkled up into her forehead, pursed out at her lips, and he decided he liked it much better when she smiled.

“Your name is Sergeant James Barnes,” she said fondly and it sounded familiar as she said it, but it still felt distant— wrong in some way. She seemed to notice the contemplation on his face. “It’ll come back to you soon. Might take longer than the last time, but it will. They haven’t perfected the science of the chair yet, it seems.”

There was a resentment laced into her words as she glared back at the armed man standing guard with disgust. She softened as she turned back to face the man she called James. It was within that moment the anger washed from her features, a kindness replacing the hatred, and she ran her fingers on the edge of the chair before she pulled away.

“I’m going to undo these, okay?” she told him and he was surprised that she waited for his nod before adjusting the mechanics on the machine until the metal snapped open and a rush of cold air swept against the blistering skin. He hissed at the sting of it.

“Come,” she requested, gesturing to the examination table in the corner of the room. “Let’s get you out of this thing, huh?”

He was thankful for that. He couldn’t stand the sharp edges anymore or the blistering heat of the arm rests. Her touch was so gentle he wondered if it could push right through him as she bent down to help tug his right arm over her shoulders.

Just as she nearly had him positioned well enough to get him to his feet, the guard standing in the corner of the room stepped forward, gun raised.

“I wouldn’t do that, ma’am.”

She clenched her jaw. “I’m fine. Let me work.”

“He’s dangerous,” the guard grunted back.

“He’s not going to hurt me,” she argued. There wasn’t a trace of hesitancy in her voice, even as she turned to the man hanging off her arms. “Are you, Sergeant Barnes?”

He shook his head.

“See?” she gestured. “Now leave us be.”

The guard stepped back, lowered his weapon, and she smiled.

“Alright then, James,” she started, “think you can help me get you to that table over there? I know you’ve lost some muscle mass but you’re still pretty heavy.”

A short ghost of a laugh escape as he let himself lean on her shoulder, allowing her to guide him towards the table. It surprised him as it left his chest, the feeling of laughter, because he hadn’t so much as smiled since the fall. It hurt, almost. But it was a nice kind of hurt.

She helped him sit on the table, just high enough to give her decent leverage, and he spotted a bag filled with what appear to be medical supplies. It contained with what he would expect; a stethoscope, bandages, depressors, but there were also needles, and shiny metal tools that made him clench his hands around the lip of the table.

“I’m a doctor,” she said, noticing his stare. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Zola’s a doctor,” he muttered back feebly, sharp images of lying awake on a cold, metal table much like the one he currently sat upon plagued his mind, memories of scalpels in his shoulder and needles in his arms.

She nodded, contemplating what he said before she frowned and countered, “Zola’s a mad scientist with a God complex.”

A smile tugged at his lips. It broke a little, but it remained.

“You can call me Y/n if you like,” she said as she began digging through her bag. She found the stethoscope and placed the ends in her ears. “I’m going to press this to your chest, alright? It might be a little cold.”

She exhaled a breath on the side of it for a moment to try and warm it, rubbing it with the palm of her hand. He was mesmerized by the small details; how she positioned herself strategically between him and the armed guard behind her, how she told him exactly what she was doing before she did it, how she gave him time to prepare, how she hadn’t once touched him without asking first.

He didn’t understand her or why she was here, but he was thankful.

He nodded at her and she leaned in closer, pressing the piece to his sternum. It had a slight chill to it but he could still feel the warmth left behind from her breath. He took a deep breath in as she instructed. She took her time, slowly moving to his ribs, and then his back. He took more deep breaths, felt the pulsing of his heart steady under her touch.

“Looks good all things considering,” she told him. Her eyes drifted to the burn marks on his right wrist, fingers ghosting over the reddened marks and her lips tug down into a frown. She masked it as she faced him again, pushing out a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Might as well attend to this, too, don’t you think?”

Yeah, might as well.

He offered her his hand.

He sat quietly while she worked, listening to her hum softly under her breath. She was impossibly gentle with him, so delicate he could hardly feel it until it was gone. Her hands were a little cold but he found them soothing against the burns. The alcohol she placed on the wound stung, made him grit his teeth and grip to the table’s edge, but she moved quickly, wincing at the way he sucked in a harsh breath as if his pain meant something to her.

When she was finished, she wrapped his wrist with a bandage from her bag and gently tapped on his knee.

“Not a lot my patients would have sat still through that without some kind of numbing agent,” she grinned, praise in her voice, smile on her lips, and it sent a flutter through his chest. “You did good, James.”

He didn’t want to tell her that he’d known worse, that the pain of alcohol to his wounds was nothing in comparison to the mutilation on his arm or the electricity of the chair. So, he focused on something else, a distant memory edging its way back to the surface, something that didn’t lie within the pages of Hydra’s files.

“Bucky,” he choked out, voice a little dry. She raised an eyebrow. “My name… it’s Bucky.”

She smiled at that.

“Bucky,” she repeated, testing it on her lips, “it’s nice to meet you.”

***

It wasn’t the last time he saw Y/n.

No, he found himself under her care more days than not. It was a simple system, it seemed. Hydra would do its best to break Bucky to pieces and they’d send in Y/n to stitch him back up; glue him together with needle and thread or scotch tape and paper mâché. She did her best to heal him and while she could not cure every wound on his body, she gave him something he didn’t have before – something to look forward to.

A kind smile. A gentle hand. A voice so soft it nestled deep into his chest and warmed the hollow ache that had made a home by his heart.

Even through the pain, through the chair, through the long hours he spent overworked in a boxing ring, he knew she’d be waiting on the other side. It didn’t hurt as much when he thought of her, he realized – the only kindness he knew within Hydra.

They hadn’t attempted to use the chair on him in a while and for that he was grateful. To save him from the pain of the electricity and the emptiness that followed, but lately, to allow him to hold onto her memory. He didn’t want to forget her name, her kindness, her light within the darkest corners of hell.

He only ever saw her in short glimpses, brief moments when the guards pushed the boundaries too far and cracked open a scar that wouldn’t stop bleeding or dislocated his arm again or fractured another bone. They’d drag her into his room, rough hands on her wrists that made a knot form deep into Bucky’s stomach, and give her minutes to work before they hulled her away.

He healed quickly, he came to find. Certainly faster than he should. Maybe in another world he would have been pleased with this. A perfect soldier. Always ready for battle.

In this world, it meant shorter recovery between trainings. It meant pushing him beyond his limits and testing the extent of his newfound abilities. It meant few and distant meetings with the kind doctor whose smile made it impossibly difficult to despise every last ounce within Hydra.

***

A few weeks since their first meeting, Bucky found himself dragged by his wrists on a familiar path into what looked like a room much like his own, only there were a few small comforts inside; a bed, a desk, a lamp, and a series of books piled on a small dresser.

Y/n jumped up from the desk, pen falling to the concrete as she stared back at the guards, agape. “What the hell did you do to him?!”

They dropped Bucky to the ground, his own arms too weak to hold himself up, and felt the harsh crack of concrete to his jawline. Blood dripped down into his eyes, clouding his vision with crimson pools of red, but he could hear the quick patter of your bare feet as you slid down to the floor beside him, shooing away the guards.

Hands ghosted over his shoulders before you paused, watching the way he sighed into the cool embrace of concrete. She glared back up at the guards, waiting on their answer.

“He’s weak,” one of the guards spat, thick accent spewing down to land on Bucky’s bare skin. “The fist of Hydra is an embarrassment. He crumbles under pressure. He needs to be pushed, to be taught what he is.”

Bucky couldn’t quite register the way her hands curled up into fists or how a harsh exhale burned deep in her chest, but she swallowed it the best she could as she muttered, “get out.”

A toe nudged at Bucky’s leg – one of the guards behind him – and he groaned as it dug into a dark purple bruise from the days before.

“You’ve done enough,” she pressed again, swatting away his leg as he tried to push Bucky over to his back to see his good work. "Now leave.”

“You don’t give us orders, princess,” the other guard smirked, yellowed teeth bared.

“We’ll be back for him soon,” the first one said, nudging his friend to stand down. “Make sure he’s ready to go again tomorrow.”

The door slammed shut and within the echo, Bucky felt the cool touch of a breeze nestle against his skin. It was a relief, as kind as the concrete, that sat in sharp contrast to the burning heat on his skin.

“Are you alright, Sergeant Barnes?” an angelic voice called. It sounded muffled, and a bit distant, but it was one he recognized.

He nodded slowly, though the concrete scratched at his skin.

“You don’t look alright,” she countered, a touch of lightness in her tone and it came as a welcomed relief.

“You kidding? I look great,” Bucky teased, half muffled by the ground. She laughed, pressing a hand over her lips, and Bucky swore for the smallest of moments that all the pain had washed from his body completely.

He could hear her riffling around the room, gathering supplies and laying a blanket down by his side, then a pillow. She was talking to herself, words he couldn’t quite hear or understand, but they were a comfort nonetheless.

"Still with me Sergeant Barnes?"

“Bucky,” he grumbled, just as she came down to kneel beside him again. “S’my name, remember? I’m supposed to be the one with the memory problems here.”

There came that laugh again, though she tried to suppress it. “That’s not very funny, Bucky.”

“Give me an ounce of humor here, doll,” Bucky smirked. It ached in his lips where the split tore through, burned in his cheeks from the swelling on his face, but he didn’t mind. It wasn’t often he had much reason to smile these days. She seemed to bring it out of him.

Y/n smiled, shaking her head. “Think you can turn onto your back? I’ve got some cushioning here for you. I’m sorry I can’t lift you to the bed.”

“Nah, this is perfect.”

Bucky summoned as much strength as his body could muster as he pushed down into the concrete with his right hand. He started to shake as pressure burned into his left shoulder and he gritted his teeth, face contorting in a wash of pain as his smirk faded away in an instant.

She must have noticed because her hands slipped gently onto his right bicep, gently easing him to turn over the metal shoulder and lay onto his back. Her touch was so feather light, he questioned for a moment if it was even there at all, but then he felt a soft squeeze, the cool press of her palms, and he sighed.

Her hands were the only ones who did not mean him harm. She healed. She nurtured. She cared.

“What are they doing to you...”

Her voice was hardly a whisper, the shock on her face evident enough of the damage on his own. He didn’t want to imagine what he looked like, but he knew it was bad. It hurt to speak, hurt to even part his lips, and his vision was tunneled and dark, cast over in shadows, and somehow, she was still clear as day.

“Dunno,” he responded, recognizing the slur in his voice. “Training me for something, I think.”

She stilled; muscles rigid as she reached into her bag for something to bandage his wounds. He could see the contemplation on her face, the worry, but she swallowed it back, pushed out that gentle, reassuring smile he’d come to rely on and began to work on the cut along his cheekbone.

“It can’t be anything good, Bucky,” she said quietly, eyes flickering to the door as if she were worried about what laid on the other side. He knew the feeling well.

***

He forgot her for the first time a few days later.

The scars were starting to heal; the gashes open on his face just days before nothing but a thin discoloration on his skin. He knew the look on Zola’s face as he emerged in his cell that morning - smug and grim, eager to wipe away the decorated prisoner of war and turn him into something empty and broken. The smirk that crept up his face was unsettling, jarring, as it crinkled lined into his forehead and a vile look in his eye.

They slammed him down into the chair, locked the restraints into place, and he only spotted her rush into the room as the machine powered on. The horror in her eyes as she met his, the quick transition to rage as she turned to Zola, and the pain took over until it consumed him whole.

He lost some time because the next thing he knew, he was sitting on a metal table and the room had emptied, save for a single guard standing in the corner over the shoulder of a beautiful woman who eased a soothing gel onto the burns on his wrist.

He studied her as she worked, quietly humming to herself, telling him what she was doing before she dared to touch him in a voice so gentle it startled him. It was familiar, he realized, the delicate intricacies of her tone, the warmth in his chest when she touched him. He wasn’t afraid of her like he was the others. He didn’t flinch under her touch.

“Your heart rate is still pretty high,” she noted, her fingers pressed to the inside of his right wrist. “Can you take some deep breaths for me?”

She embellished her own, chest rising high as she inhaled, air blowing out from her mouth in the exhale. She nodded for him, something encouraging and kind, until he followed suit. But even through the tender smile upon her lips there was a sadness there, a disappointment, and it hurt him deep into his chest.

“I know you, don’t I?” he finally said after he mimicked a few of the breaths as she requested.

She smiled at that and he felt an instant relief. Something warm and gentle. Kind.

He narrowed his eyes upon the slight curve of her lips, drawing up to her eyes where he was met with a linger sense of calm, of peace, of reprieve. “Why don’t I remember you?”

She sighed, a cautious glance back at the guard behind her who seemed to be watching with the intent to overhear. Her eyes were downcast, a nervous brush of her tongue over her lower lip, and she pushed out a smile for him.

“You will, Bucky.”

He hoped that were true.

***

Bucky was barely tied together with string and tape, broken and bleeding and covered in bruises, and yet, a smile etched onto his broken lips as he turned to find Y/n stumbling into his cell. She shrugged off the grip of a guard with an aggravated huff before he slammed the door closed behind her.

She was no longer shocked by the state in which she often saw him. His accelerated healing made the brutal look of his mutilation a bit easier to swallow he supposed or perhaps he was getting used to it. It was like a mask he’d come to wear, fading in and out depending on the day, but always present. It didn’t seem to lessen the pain in her eyes as she sat down beside him, extending a hand towards his face to touch gently at the markings.

“I hate that they keep doing this to you,” she said softly, though there was a rage nestled into the crook of her tone. She shook her head, a tense breath exhaled as she reached into her bag. She pulled out a few swabs of gauze and alcohol wipes.

“M’alright,” Bucky slurred and it didn’t seem to help his case.

“They’re monsters.” Y/n dabbed at the gash on his forehead as gingerly as she could manage. Bucky didn’t mind the sting of it, not when she was touching him so tenderly, like she was handling something precious.

He’d figured out a while ago that she was just as much a part of Hydra as he was. He never dared to ask, but he’d seen the way she looked at Zola, how she despised him as an enemy. He’d seen the clothes she wore and how they were tattered on the seams, how they discolored with use, how she'd wear them over and over again while the men in the room wore pristine lab coats and freshly laundered suits. He’d seen the dark circles under her eyes, the knots in her hair, the way her collarbone began to protrude the longer he knew her.

She was a prisoner of Hydra, too.

“They’re monsters,” Y/n repeated, tears burning in her eyes and it warped deep into Bucky’s gut. He wanted to reach out and wipe them away. He wanted to make her smile again because she’d been nothing but a light for him and now, she was flickering and fading and he was certain it would destroy him completely until she uttered, “and... and so am I,” and his whole world fell apart.

“No,” Bucky shot back almost instantly. “Don’t say that. You’re not one of them.”

“I might as well be,” she said, brushing at the tears as they spilled down her cheeks. “I’m still complicit in what they’re doing to you – whatever that is. I’m still helping them.”

“They’d kill you,” Bucky argued. “They’d kill you if you tried to resist.”

“They’re practically killing you now! How is that any better?” She pressed her palms to her face, shielding herself from him and Bucky slid down onto the floor, kneeling on the concrete in front of her, and gently rested his hands on her knees. She struggled to catch her breath between the sobs. “I keep fixing you up just to send you back out there and—and—Bucky, I feel like I’m handing you over to slaughter and I can’t-- I can’t--”

“Stop, please,” Bucky begged. He could feel the splinter nestle into his heart, cracking at the edges as it tore a sliver down the center. It burned and ached and threatened to rip him to pieces worse than the foreign metal on his arm, worse than the guards on the other side of the door, worse than the chair that stole his name and his memories, because the woman who saved his life over and over again was crying and he simply couldn’t take it.

“Look at me,” he eased, drawing his hands up her thighs, along her arms, until he met her hands resting against her face. Gently, he pried his fingers under her palms and when he was met without resistance, he pulled them away from her face. “You are the only shred of good within this place. You are the only kindness I’ve known since they threw me on that table and remade me. You are the only thing keeping me going when they’re beating me within an inch of my life, the only thing I want to remember when they try to take away everything I know. Please, don’t think for a second that you’re one of them. You’re saving me, Y/n.”

Bucky wondered for a moment if he said too much as her lips parted into shock, her eyes staring at him shocked and wide. Her breaths were coming in slow and steady as she watched him, almost as if she were waiting for him to recant, but he held his ground.

“You are good, Y/n,” Bucky continued. He squeezed her hand in his right, letting his left fall down to his side to shield her from the evil from which it was born. “You're the reason I keep coming back.”

“I’m scared, Bucky,” she exhaled, voice so low, so shaken, he could barely hear it. She squeezed his hand back. “I’m scared of what they're going to do to you.”

“I’ll have you, won’t I?” he smiled, because it was all he had left. There were no guarantees, no promises he could make to ease her fears. “As long as I’ve got you with me, I’m okay.”

He just wanted her to smile again, to be the woman who fought against Zola in a crowded room of armed Hydra agents and won, who was fearless in the face of evil, and gentle and kind in her touch.

Bucky realized that the more time he spent with her, the more she’d grown to care for him, the more he’d found himself missing her— the more dangerous they were to one another. If Hydra knew...

“You have me,” she said suddenly, a stroke of confidence returning to her voice, drawing Bucky’s attention away from the door and the men that laid beyond it. Bucky met her eye and she raised a palm to his cheek, slow and steady, always giving him the time to prepare before she touched him even when it wasn’t necessary, even after he’d grown to trust her above anyone else. She cupped the side of his face, smiling sweetly for him, sadly, as she said, “as long as they’ll let me, Bucky. You’re not alone. You’ll have me.”

Her thumb traced over old scars she’d mended, over raised edges and dried blood from the mess left behind by the dozen Hydra agents he’d met earlier that day. The tenderness within her touch was unlike anything he knew how to quantify. It sat in such contrast to the hands of men who battered and beat him within an inch of his life, to the torture of the chair, to the scalpel in the hands of mad scientists with god complexes.

There was something in her touch. Something that felt a lot like love.

Bucky found himself leaning in closer, wanting to close the space between them because any space at all was simply too much. He wanted to engulf her into his arms, protect her from the evils that waited for them outside these walls, take her away to somewhere warm and safe, somewhere she didn’t have to check over her shoulder when she smiled. It terrified him how badly he wanted it because he knew there were no fantasies in Hydra, no dreams, no happy endings. He knew it would be taken from him eventually, she would be taken from him, but it didn’t stop him from clinging on as tight as he could.

His lips touched hers, broken and splintered, and still, beautiful. He could taste the salty tang of her tears against her lips, her fingers curling around his long, unkempt hair and twisting along his scalp, breathing him in. There was a sanctuary within her arms, under her touch, that seemed impossible within these walls, and yet, here she was.

Tangible. Real. Kissing him as if he could be ripped from her at any second.

And he was.

The door swung open and Bucky jolted away from her. Y/n jumped back against the bed frame, her head hitting the cement wall.

In the frame of the door stood a guard Bucky had become familiar with; blonde, broad, reminded him a bit of Steve if it weren’t for the cold, dead look in his eyes. The burn mark across his jawline helped to obstructed the similarities.

The guard’s eyes lingered a little longer on Y/n, focusing on the quick rise and fall of her chest, the slight swell in her lips, the mess in her hair, before he gritted his teeth and turned to Bucky.

“Times up, Soldat,” he grunted, wasting no time as he pulled a wand from his belt, flipped a switch at the end, and burned the jolts of electricity into Bucky’s side. He barely registered the desperate crack in Y/n’s voice as she begged for the guard to stop.

Then – darkness.

***

“We need to be more careful.”

“They’ll find out how I feel for you and they'll hurt you.”

“I can’t lose you, Bucky.”

He couldn’t get the words out of his head. Familiar voices: a man’s and a woman’s. He’d heard them spoken aloud; of that he was certain. But they were distant, far away, as if he’d heard them uttered on a film screen in passing. They couldn’t be his own memories. He was a blank slate. He was empty.

A woman stood across from him, approaching him slowly as the machine powered down. It was loud in his ears, echoing enough to pulse tremors into the back of his head. He didn’t dare show an ounce of the pain he felt. He’d come to know the consequences of that, even if he couldn’t quite remember what they were.

“I’m going to help you to the table, alright?” the woman said, gesturing to the metal desk to her left. There it was again— that familiarity.

She smiled kindly at him, as if looking into the face of a man she knew, but he did not know her. She must have sensed his hesitancy because she held up her hands out for him to see.

“I just want to examine you. Make sure you’re okay. Can I do that?”

He narrowed his eyes on the woman, listening intently to her heartbeat. It was a strange sound, one he shouldn’t be privileged to hear, but he found the skill useful. He could listen for the inflections in the rhythm, pulse points and skips that told him when a person was lying.

Hers was steady. Even. He nodded.

He was surprised at how easily he allowed her to guide him to the table, how he didn’t question as he let her place a hand on his inner wrist to check his pulse, how he didn’t flinch when she approached the scars on his shoulder. It was like he knew the routine, understood the subtle intricacies in her gestures warning him of what she was about to do before she even laid a hand on him.

A relief was evident in his muscles. He felt a calmness wash over him the longer she stood at his side, recording his vitals, running a hand soothingly along his arm. It seemed personal, the way she touched him, like she was preserving something – or guiding something home.

He wanted to ask her name, why she was treating him so kindly when all he knew within these walls was the cruelty of violent men, when the guard who stood at the back corner of the room cleared his throat.

“You almost done, sweetheart?” The guard spat the pet name like an insult and the kind woman standing beside the Soldier flinched. She tensed quickly after that, mustering out a brave face as she turned back to the armed guard defiantly.

“I’ll be done when I’m done, Bronski.”

The Soldier wanted to smile, though he wasn’t sure why. A swell of pride beamed in his chest as Bronski’s smirk dissipated, replaced with something colder, darker; a bruise to his ego. The woman turned back to the Soldier, exhaled a heavy breath and offered him a short smile; calming, reassuring. The edges of his lips started to curve in response until –

Bronski crossed the room in four long strides, grabbed a tight hold of her arm and yanked her swiftly away from the Soldier. She collided against his chest, caged against him under the firm hold of his grip.

“You think you can mouth off to me, bitch?” Bronski sneered, shoving her against the desks at the far side of the room. Viles of serums and chemicals spilled over at the impact, glass shattering, and the Soldier began to stand from his position across the room, his hand curling into fists.

“Stop looking at him! He’s not going to help you,” Bronski taunted as her eyes flashed back at the Soldier, pleading at some unknown force he couldn’t quite understand, though he listened to its call. Bronski towered over her, easily overpowering her frame, and pinned her to the wall.

The Soldier took another step forward, another inch closer to what he was sure were near fatal consequences, but there was a voice screaming in the back of his head, an instinct he couldn’t drown out, a desperate need to protect a woman he didn’t know.

“You think we didn’t notice, huh?” Bronski growled, his hand sliding down her side, tracing over the curves at her waist and the Soldier felt a sudden twist in his stomach, a dead weight sinking him into the ground at the sight. “You think we can’t tell you got it hot for the asset? He’s weak. Pathetic. Why don’t you try being with a real man instead? I’ll show you a good time, princess...”

Her eyes were on the Soldier, holding his gaze though she was shaking; trembling and afraid. He didn’t like that.

“Get away from her.”

Bronski froze. He managed a slow glance over his shoulder to find the Soldier standing just a few feet away, hands clenched at his sides, fuming as his eyes flickered between the Hydra agent and the woman he held pinned to the wall.

“Don’t be a fucking hero, Soldat,” Bronski spat back.

But the Soldier did not move.

“Get away from her,” he repeated, his voice low, mechanical. He could feel the rush of adrenaline building in his veins, the chaos of the rapid thumping of his pulse. He wasn’t used to such reactions, such intensity, when all he’d come to know was a crippling emptiness. It was unpleasant.

“What are you going to do about it?” Bronski taunted, a sick smirk upon his face. He dismissed the Soldier, didn’t dare to think he’d disobey direct orders, and turned back to the woman.

She tried to slither out of his hold, but his grip on her wrists was so tight his nails had dug puncture marks into her skin. She was shaking, tears burning into reflective lenses over the gentle hue of her eyes; kind eyes that should not bare such a weight.

Bronski leaned in closer, his mouth pressing against her neck, her whole body stiffening at the touch, and the Soldier snapped.

He rushed at them, his left hand clamping down around Bronski’s neck until he started to gag. Bronski released her wrists, allowing her to sink to the floor in a fallen heap. Bronski scratched at the hand at his neck, gasping for air as his skin turned bright red, then blue, but he was only met with metal. It could not feel. It could only maim.

There was a rage storming inside the Soldier, a mission he’d assigned for himself, as he threw Bronski across the room. It didn’t take much effort. The Soldier was stronger than most men. They underestimated him, believed him to be feeble and weak because he was submissive. But not now. Not when they threatened her.

“Soldat!” Bronski choked out, his voice damaged. Broken windpipe. The Soldier smiled.

Slowly, he took a knee at Bronski’s side, grabbed a firm hold of his collar for leverage, and barreled the closed end of his fist into the man’s face until he could no longer see the smirk that had pressed upon his mouth as he dared to touch his girl. He didn’t stop until Bronski was no longer begging, until he was silent, and blood caked between the panels of metal in his fist, until he heard a voice calling behind him—

“Bucky! Bucky, stop!”

He froze. There was that name again...

He blinked a few times, a sharp piercing in the back of his head painful enough to obscure his vision and he dropped Bronski from his hold. A hand slid down over his shoulders, guiding him away from the body on the floor. It was that same familiar touch; one he knew well.

“Bucky, look at me.”

He did.

Her hand pressed sweetly to the side of his face, like she was trying to memorize him. He leaned into the touch, something he was sure he hadn’t done in years, and yet, within her arms it felt like the most natural thing in the world, like maybe he’d done it a dozen times before.

When he met her eyes again, he understood why.

“Y/n?”

She nodded, tears spilling over her cheeks as she threw herself into his arms. She molded so perfectly against him, his healer, his savior. Bucky knew they wouldn’t have much time before the Hydra infantry arrived and discovered what he’d done. He didn’t dare spare a glance back at the body on the ground.

“Y/n... I—”

The doors swung open, slamming in echoing shocks against the walls, and chaos ensued. Swarms of armed Hydra agents ascended into the room and tore Y/n from his arms, separating them as they restrained Bucky back into the chair. It was the only thing that could hold him.

“Leave her alone!” Bucky roared, that same rage returning to him in fire as two guards pinned Y/n’s arms behind her back, holding her steady as she desperately fought against their hold. “Get your hands off of her!”

Zola appeared at the frame of the door, eyes narrowing on Bucky. The room fell silent.

“Impossible.” He followed Bucky’s eyes to where the guards were restraining Y/n. “The programming should not have failed so soon after he was wiped. How?”

“He’s got a crush on the doc, sir,” one of the guards reported snidely. Bucky recognized him from the many trips he spent dragged along the hallways smearing blood into the concrete before he was dropped off at Y/n’s door.

“Interesting.” Zola crossed the room, hands grasped behind his back as he paced. His eyes fell on Y/n, studying her. “And is it... mutual?”

She didn’t respond, though when her tear-filled eyes flashed over to Bucky, he had his answer.

“Wipe him,” Zola ordered.

The machine started to power up and Bucky found himself fighting against the restraints though he knew it would do no use. Tears were openly streaming down Y/n’s face as she watched him, his name on her lips as she desperately tried to break the guard’s hold on her.

Zola seemed unbothered by the scene. If anything, he was amused, like he was watching lab rats in a cage. “Separate them. I don’t want her interfering with his programming again. We’ll make use of her when the time is right.”

Bucky tried to call her name, but the electricity had already taken hold, submerging him into the darkness.

***

The Soldier was used to his routine. Breakfast at dawn. Then training. Dinner at sundown. Sleep. It was reliable. Simple. The Soldier found a peace in that.

It had been months since he’d seen anyone outside of the two guards at his cell, the parade of uncontrollable human experiments, and the short, stout scientist. It was better this way, they told him. Less stimulation. He was important, meant for incredible things to better humanity. They needed him focused and alert.

He had little room for anything else. Focus on the mission at hand. Complete the task. Reward will follow.

Something as trivial as memories got in the way of that. The Soldier could not afford such a distraction. He was not tied down by a name or a family, by relationships or desires. He was a weapon. Made to be used. He was not capable of more.

“I want to have you looked over before we send you out for your mission today, Soldat,” the scientist said as he examined the Soldier from across the room. The man carried power within Hydra but he was small, cowardly, and he would not dare enter a room with the Soldier without a guard in place. He gestured to the door and the guard with a thick burn down his jaw moved towards it. Blonde hair, blue eyes, broad. He seemed vaguely familiar, though it felt distasteful in his mouth.

A woman was pushed through the doors and into the baron room. She shook off the grip of a Hydra agent with a grunt before she realized where she was. Her eyes fell on the Soldier and he expected her to cower in fear; they all did upon seeing him. Word traveled fast of what he was capable of. And yet –

There was relief in her shoulders, a sigh. She almost smiled before Zola turned in her direction and she pushed it away into a tight frown. The Soldier narrowed his eyes.

“Get to work, Doctor,” he ordered, though it sounded more like a warning.

She nodded, stepping in closer to the Soldier though she was hesitant in her movements. She wore dark circles under her eyes, a redness within the whites. Her clothes were old, torn a little at the edges, and dirty with use. But still, she offered a kind smile as she approached.

“How are you feeling?”

The Soldier didn’t know how to respond to that. No one had ever bothered with his answer. He stayed silent.

“You can talk freely,” she encouraged gently as she approached his bedside. He sat on the edge of the cot, tension burning through his body as it always did when he wasn’t alone. One word out of turn resulted in punishment. He knew well enough not to tempt it.

She seemed to understand he would not fall into the trap, and she nodded in acceptance.

“I’m going to take your vitals, alright? I’ll start with your heart rate.” She held up two fingers, gesturing as she pressed them against her own neck. Seemed harmless enough, though he suspected he didn’t have much of a choice anyway. It was strange she acted as if he did.

Regardless, the Soldier nodded.

As she touched him, something seemed to break. She clenched her jaw tightly, trying to focus on the rhythm of his heartbeat, but he could hear the distress in her own. Quick, pounding, uneven, and she pulled her fingers away before he questioned the slight tremble in her touch.

He wanted to ask if she were alright because something about seeing her upset was unpleasant for him. She wanted to say something, that much he could tell, but she bit her tongue.

“You’re here for a reason, Doctor,” Zola taunted from his position in the corner of the room. The woman flinched though she kept her back to him. Her eyes flickered to the Soldier as if he were an anchor. Zola smirked. “Go on. Test our programming. Why else do you think we kept you around?”

Then, he exited the room. The guard followed behind him until the Soldier was alone with the woman.

She swallowed; eyes cast down as if she were afraid to speak. For a while, she continued to take his vitals – checking his blood pressure, his eye movement, examining the mess of scars on his shoulder as they attempted to heal. All the while, so impossibly gentle, so kind in her touch, that he started to wonder if he’d felt it before.

When she was finished, she took a step back. It was only then that the Soldier noticed the reflective marks on her cheeks. Had she been crying? Why did the thought alone make his stomach twist into knots painful enough to nauseate him?

“Bucky?”

He narrowed his eyes, confused. She reached out for his hand, though she stopped herself before she could touch him. It seemed agonizing; the restraint visible on her features.

“Bucky, please tell me there’s still a of piece of you in there,” she begged. He found himself wanting to lie, to pretend to be this man she craved, just to make her happy. He didn’t know why he cared so much, why it bothered him to see her cry. She was a stranger.

“You don’t recognize me at all, do you?” Her voice was so small, so broken. She was never afraid of him, he realized. No – it seemed she was more afraid of his answer. He did not respond. He didn’t know how.

She nodded, clenching her jaw as tears spilled from the corners of her eyes and the Soldier managed to break the heart of a woman he didn’t know. Another casualty in his wake.

“Excellent,” Zola sneered, appearing back in the doorway. The doctor took a step back and it surprised the Soldier when the space between them felt like an assault. Zola grinned as he moved closer to the woman. “Hydra thanks you for your service.”

“Fuck you,” she spat, just before she landed a closed fist against the bridge of the scientist’s nose.

The Soldier flinched, stunned by the woman’s brazen as she stared into the face of the mad scientist. The tears hadn’t yet dried and still – she was fearless. Zola laughed as the blood dripped down into his mouth. A guard wrapped a vicious hold around her wrist, beginning to drag her out of the room, but she turned back to the Soldier.

“Don’t give into them, Bucky! You have to fight this! You’re good, do you hear me? You’re not one of them!”

Her voice echoed in the room even as she was shoved through the door and down the hall. He listened for the last remaining vibrations of her voice, of her struggling, until it was silent. He wondered about this man she referred to, why she thought he was worth fighting for. He thought about whether he was the man she spoke of.

“Distractions, Soldat.” Zola tsked. “You are magnificent. You are the fist of Hydra. Do you understand?”

He nodded. It pleased the scientist.

Zola explained the mission he was about to embark on at dawn. He listened to the instructions, the details, the purpose – all the while wondering about what became of the kind doctor who called him by a name he didn’t recognize.

Then, when he was finished, the scientist left and the Soldier was alone— just as he always had been.

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