#that it was based on and looking like a doll

[tonycries]

Madam.

Synopsis. Your clan leader husband only wants one thing - an heir.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! JJK men, BRÉEDING, creampíes, talks of heirs, they’re REALLY pússydrúnk, cúmplay, exhibítionism (Geto, Gojo), the elders, use of “ma’am” and “madam”, overstím, making him shoot BLANKS, matíng presses, chokíng, true form Sukuna, dp, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. If this doesn’t post I’m living up to my username.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Madam Zenin

“Please-” Toji’s panting out in ragged heavals, teeth sinking into any raw inch of unclaimed skin down the tender column of your neck. “Please- t-take-”

And he can’t even finish his sentence, can’t even finish his staggering gasp when his toned hips thwack like he was going painfully out of control.

With a leering groan, his strong arm slams! down to grasp desperately onto the headboard overhead, mouth dipping thoroughly drunkenly to press wet peck after peck onto your lips. 

“Oh- oh-” He thumbs urgently down the side of your bulging folds to coat each and every one of his thick digits in a sheeny gloss of white. Eyes drooping half-shut when he’s popping those sopping wet fingers into his mouth. Tasting. “Oh, look at that- s’like she’s jus’ begging f’me to hngh- fill her up all over again, ma.”

“T-Toji–” Your nails claw angry red pathways down his flexing deltoids, in a way that Toji would let only you do. “Don’t know if a-anymore will fit-”

“B-but aren’t ya gonna give me an ah- heir, madam?”

With a roughened grunt, he’s jostling your limp legs to lock up even tighter around his neck, the sloppiest mating press he’d even manhandled you into. Baring such a feral grin that makes you realize within your heady mind that neither of you just might be making it out of tonight alive. 

You don’t even know how it started - didn’t have a clue. One minute you’re at another stuffy clan gathering, speaking with a few other clan leaders from across the country; and the next, Toji’s all but dragging you towards the closest bedroom in your estate. 

Rotund knees slipping and sliding across that ever-growingly sticky pool of seed dawning on the silken blankets. 

But Toji can’t even bring himself to be disgusted, no, he wants more.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck s’too deep- hngh-”

“No-” he chokes out throatily. “S’not deep enough.”

Shakily, he’s splaying out his greedy fingers about halfway across your stomach, swiping across for that familiar nudge where he can feel his swollen tip glide wet gushes of swelteringly hot precum across your bruised g-spot. Where he was knocking into your very womb-

“There.”  And without any warning, he’s pressing down - hard. Mean mouth dropping softly in awe at those saccharine sweet dredges of his cum drooling down your thighs, drip drip dripping in thick ribbons to paint a creamy ring around his reddened base. “N-now ya have space, dontcha, doll?”

One of his calloused palms slides down to attach to your squirming waist. “Don’t- don’t run away, ma—” And you swear you could hear his rumbling baritone crack ever-so-slightly at the very end of his words. Hips sloppying up the very insides of your thighs with every harsh smack! “Haven’t f-filled up this cute cunt all the way yet- ah h-haven’t oh- fucked a baby into ya.”

The rounded edges of his digits swirl in such a sultry way around your soppingly wet clit, leaving tiny swats! that make the puddle of cum and your sweet, sweet slick splatter.  “S-see, so much of it gone to ah- waste. How am I s-s’pposed to show off to those fuckers who my pretty hngh- wife is. The pretty momma of my heirs–?”

Your bleary eyes snap open, a broken whine on the very edge of your heavy tongue. “S-so this is what s’all about- you were j-”

But his rummaging thrusts are too much. Inch after girthy inch being fed into your drooling pussy, you could feel his voluminous loads of cum sloshing around your gummy walls. Clinging to you so syrupy - and Toji couldn’t stop.

He didn’t even know if he could cum again, whether it was possible. But fuck, if he wasn’t going to try.

Dark brows scrunching together in ecstasy, strands of his soft hair sticking to his sweat-simmered forehead. His body hunches over with such a sensitive gasp, skin burning when he’s feeling his fat, cum-filled balls squeeze. Once. Twice. 

Driving him mad.

“Y-yeah so what-” he’s grumbling out gutturally, and his eyes roll to the very back of his head. “Shit, hate those m-meetings. Hate those no-good bastards.” Teeth tugging on your wobbly bottom lip, “-so what if I wan’ show off- to have you so round and- and glowing that they know what I did, ma?”

The thought is enough for him to bark out a drunken bout of laughter. Humorless. Sleazy. Over and over where he’s rummaging at your melty insides. “They’ll know they’ll know- oh, th-they’ll know how I made ya mine.” Smearing a wet glide of seed down your throbbingly neglected clit. “How I hngh- f-fucked a baby into ya. How s’me that filled ya up- all me-”

And it’s just about all it takes for you to cum - for him to cum.

But Toji’s so fucking hypnotized by your heavenly pussy that he barely even realizes at first. Just letting his entire hulking body shudder with a trail of violent shivers, bowing enough to graze that raised scar of his positioned on his lips against yours. Soft. “Gonna be the clan momma- hngh- clan ah-”

Scratching back and forth back and forth back and forth- while he’s cumming blanks.

Angry, sobbing divot at the very end of his length shooting out wispy little beads of white. Again. And again. 

You’re seeing stars behind your eyes and Toji- Toji might just be seeing heaven. With you right there, his pretty angel.

And he feels your skin underneath his sharpened canines. Biting into the crook of your neck so hard it was like he was out for blood.

“Me-” he giggles. Giggles. Shamelessly bringing forth two rude fingers to pry open your whiny mouth, “Me me me me- every other clan’s gonna see you and- hah- see me-” Punctuated with drippingly wet ruts of his hips, not even thrusts anymore. He didn’t have the sanity. And he spits a wad of honeyed saliva right onto your taste-buds, “-because you’re mine, aren’t ya, madam?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Madam Nanami

Nanami thinks he might just be drunk - hypnotized - anything and everything that’s keeping him from paying attention to the important clan meeting currently at hand.

And of course, it was utterly your fault.

“My love…” Nanami’s deepened voice hums lowly in your ear from behind. His thick fingers curl roughly around your waist, holding your shifting hips in place. “We’re at a meeting.”

You’re batting your lashes as the haughty elders speaking over each other, sounding so utterly unapologetic when you leer smugly up at your husband. “What? M’jus’ getting-” And he can only suck in a shudderingly sharp gust of air when you grind your ass down even harder on his lap, dragging your sodden panties up to where he was rock-hard. “-comfortable, Ken.”

Over and over. Your puffed-up pussy lips positioned just above his fat, weepy head.

It’s been like this for too long now. And Nanami could feel his sanity dancing away, he could feel it building up within him. He was going to-

His drunkenly half-lidded eyes veer down at you, and you catch the way that his stern jaw clenches. Gritting through clenched teeth, “You’re going to be in trouble, ma’am.”

“So what?”

SLAM!

And it’s like Nanami couldn’t stand up fast enough, couldn’t shove your pretty body down onto the cool mahogany urgently enough. One hand of his long fingers curled around your throat, the other flicking towards the door, “All of you out. Now.”

Not even bothering to look towards whether or not they’d scrambled towards the door before your seepingly soaked panties are pulled just enough to the side. 

He grunts, “Pretty–”

Barely even a split-second later before you’re being stuffed with inch after veined inch of Nanami’s girthy cock. He’s letting his head fall backwards, a leering dribble of drool placing down the corner of his lips already, toned hips snapping forwards at the clingy push and pull of your slobbering cunt. 

And it feel so unfairly good when he sinks in with a few ragged breaths, so unfairly heavenly-

“Spit.” Nanami’s choking out, mouth falling slack, sculpted front pressed down bruisingly at your back. Keeping you stuck pinned underneath nothing but him and his mercilessly pressurized jackhammers. And you do - saccharine sweet saliva hitting his tongue- “Fuck fuck fuck, you feel s-so-”

And the clan leader can’t even bring himself to be embarrassed, can’t do anything but slur out a staggered mantra of your name over and over when that’s all it takes for him to cum. 

Voice lilting up to a pathetic pitch, every wavering gush of seed having his head lolling. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, he heaves. 

Far from finished.

“Can’t- can’t believe I-” The back of one of his thumbs comes to dredge up the gleaming white sheen of cum, and he’s going wild with the honeyed taste on his tongue as soon as he’s sucking. “Oh, were ya th-this wet throughout the entire ah- meeting, my love?”

You shiver at the way his still-fattened cockhead was nudging you open, the stretch so maddening. Your cunt so tight. “M-maybe-”

Smack!

And it’s like he’s thoroughly drunk on your pussy already when his soft palm splays out across the sting on your ass, gushing out in another sticky ribbon of seed down your g-spot. And another. He couldn’t stop- You can feel it swiveling slowly around your elastic walls. 

Fuck, just your tone makes his hefty balls squeeze, so tight and painful with every stingingly wet thwack! thwack! thwack! against your cunt.

He hauls you upwards like some ragdoll with the vice-like grip around your throat. “Th-tha’s not ‘nough, darling-” he’s purring, nosing down your neck. “The m-madam’s gotta use her ngh- big girl words, no?”

You feel those tufts of blond scratch teasingly against the fat of your ass, rummaging the swollen length of his cock down every nook and cranny he could reach - every single one. Thump thump thumping! furiously against all of your tenderized sweetened spots. “C’mon now- tell me. Tell me what ya want so badly.”

“P-please-” Your mouth slacks in awe, “Want you to cum inside- to bre-”

Because Nanami Kento would give his madam anything. Anything. 

Even if that has him pummeling his achingly hard cock into your even further, deftly covering your mouth with one of his palms. He’s huffing out in a feverish puff against your ear, “Mhm- did s-so well- now let your hngh- husband take care of it now, honey-” Kissing down the side of your forehead, he hikes up one muscular thigh to drivel his cock into you sloppier. Wrenching out loud squelches. “-let’s hear what this p-pretty pussy has to say now- let’s let’s hear-”

He was out of control. 

Oh, he’s like a broken record, fighting with every shred of will left in his hunched-over body to stop his babbling mouth.

Pressing gentle kiss after kiss all over your face, fingers at your neck tightening. While his hips were rattling off the most mean crashes into your g-spot. 

“I think–she’s saying-” Nanami’s dark groan sends shivers down your spine, hissing through his bared canines when your back arches even sluttier. Jostling at the perfect angle for him to pool the trail of milky cum dribbling from your soppingly wet lips onto two pads of his fingers, a glistening gloss all the way down to his wrist. And, this time, he’s plugging the creamy wads back into your overly stuffed cunt. Bullying. Stretching. “-that…”

Shit, he was going to cum again. 

You felt too good. And he swears he’s going to marry you all over again.

“Wh-what-” you’re crying. Begging. Knees weakening to such an extent that your husband was gladly supporting your full body weight with one big beefy arm wrapped snugly around your waist. “-tell me, K-Ken-”

Ah, he truly was nothing against you.

He rasps in a low whisper against your ear, “-that I wanna make ya a pretty momma, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Madam Geto

“Easy, girl, easy–” Geto’s silken purr made your thighs just quiver, gasps stuttering in your throat. “You could think of it as jus’ you n’ me.”

And he’s batting his dewy lashes down at you - his wife - shit, just thinking of the word was enough to have his cock twitch animalistically inside the very depths of your snug cunt. 

Glissading his soft palms underneath your thighs to spread them even shamefully wider, making you keen at the utterly mean way he was folding you into a full nelson - all for them to see through the bed’s half-opaque curtains. The elders. The council. His pearly white teeth sink into your ear lobe, eyes drooping more and more close-lidded with every one of your squelching clenches. “Or…we could give ‘em a show?”

Ah, truly, this was Geto’s least favorite part of the marriage initiation - being watched on your wedding night. Or, at least, it was. 

He feels drunk on your pretty pussy already when he’s rutting up in mindless, languid drags of his hefty cock down your velvety walls. Filing up every free inch of space inside your snug cunt with his swollen cock - every free inch. 

You’re sputtering out at his ragged pace, squirming down sultry gyrations against his defined hips. “W-wan’ to give them a show, Sugu-”

And oh that was enough to have your all-new husband’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, to have his humorless bout of laughter ring in your ear. Dangerous. “The new madam’s gonna be the death of me, g-gorgeous-”

He was already planting pound after pound on all your most tender spots, fucking away like he was addicted to the lewd smack of skin-on-skin. Loud enough to drown out those low mutters from around the bed. About to lose it if he couldn’t feel the smoothened drag of your elastic walls massaging down his veins for just a second-

“Really wanna give ‘em a hngh- sh-show?” Geto’s echoing against your ear, still in utter disbelief at those filthy, filthy words spilling from your sweet mouth. Slender fingers glide across to your puffy clit, pinching. “Then how about–” Fucking heaving for air, scrambling to prattle out coherently, “-ya show ‘em jus’ how the next Geto heir is made.”

His hips are stuttering up at an almost inhuman pace, long locks splaying out into those plush pillows. Shit, the only thing keeping his head still held up was the sight of you down below.

The way your ravaged pussy lips were bulging around his fat girth, struggling to take him entirely even after so long. But swallowing and swallowing so greedily that it made his throat dry, eyes blinking open desperately to catch the way his twitchy balls smacked your drooling cunt. 

“The next h-heir?” The words are just now registering, and just about all you can do right now is let your head loll backwards to graze a wet kiss along Geto’s blooming pink lips. “M’gonna make ya a d-daddy?”

Fuck- he rams his hips up thoroughly. Stuffing you full of so many of his staggering, solid inches that you’re being fucked stupid. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Geto pants out, and you feel his curvaceous pecs heave up and down with each of his ragged breaths. “-g-gonna let me make you a pretty hah- momma, aren’t ya?” Craning his arm around to press onto your womb, smear his palms through every inch of skin he could reach. “Let me f-fill ya up? Have you all hngh round n’ glowing f’me? Pretty- gonna be s-so so pretty–”

God, his voice was so hypnotic. 

But no one was thrown into a more feverish desperation than Geto himself.

He’s letting plaster a pussydrunken grin at the stares around your sweat-slicked bodies - some wide, some downturned, all shocked at just how completely he was ruining you. 

Ruining himself. 

Because soon enough shaky babbles are wrenching out from his lips, unsteady. Needy. “Makes me wanna m-marry ya I swear-” 

Planting his two feet flat on the bouncy mattress to ram his weepy cockhead in rummaging swipes even faster, head whirling at every gushing clench. He leaves teary, overstimulated kisses down the side of your face. “-make you my hngh- wife- my madam. Make you the m-mother of my heir.”

You’re giggling, barely-lucid yourself. “M’already your ah- wife, Sugu–”

Fuck-

He didn’t think those would be the very words to send him over the edge - hell, he didn’t think his orgasm would be crashing into him this hard, either. Good, it felt too good.

Because you melty walls mold around him so tightly that Geto whines at how difficult it was for him to be spearheading his fat cock into your gooey insides. So cozy - and then you’re gushing.

Making his overworked, achy mouth fall in awe at the sheer way your dripping cunt was coating him in seeping wet waves of your juices. Glossing him in a translucent sheen - so fucking heavenly that he almost doesn’t realize that he’s cumming. 

Pouring out thick stringy wads of his seed that french kisses the very bottom of your pussy. There’s so much of it that Geto can feel his swollen balls jolt, a swirling coat of cum creaming down his shaft. 

Oozing out slowly, in a way that makes his mouth water, “You’re right–” he breathes. So quiet, so broken that it takes a second for your ringing ears to hear him. He chuckles, “-so now m’only b-behind on givin’ you my ah- heir.”

In a split-second, his powerful reflexes are pinning your back flat against the soft mattress, puffing out all the air out of your lungs with just how greedily he was shoving you. Your legs thrown over his shoulders, sliding at the perspiration, his cock smack! smack! smacking right on your clit. 

Geto tilts his head towards your initiation audience, grinning. “Better keep yer heads down while I f-fuck the future mother of my ah- kids. Or I’ll kill ya.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Madam Kamo

“F-fuuuuck-” Choso really can’t help the way that his rawly red lips fall slack, he really can’t help the way his eyes droop even more pussydrunkenly lower. On his knees. Tongue lolling out to drag roughly across your sopping wet folds. “Might jus’ be addicted, baby—”

Your fingers thread even tighter into this long, sweat-dampened strands of hair. Tugging, pulling - but no amount of force could ever stop Choso Kamo from French-kissing his way to your clit. 

“Ch-Cho you have to be oh-” you’re cut off with a sudden surging moan. Frantically covering your mouth with your free hand when he wraps his lips around your sensitive nub and sucks. “-t-to be quiet. We’re gonna get caught.”

That tiny inkling of rationality in Choso’s syrupy mind knows that maybe the chambers of his childhood estate wasn’t the best of places to utterly ravage you. 

Knows that maybe - just maybe - he should tone down those honeyed squelches being reeled from your sopping wet cunt. Push back the rasping ah! ah! ah! resounding at the back of his throat, if he didn’t want to be caught by the rest of the Kamo clan.

But oh, you just tasted so good-

“C-can’t help it, baby–” the clan leader’s whining, teary lashes fluttering up at you. Shoving you weakly standing against the wall, pouty mouth twisting into a delirious smile, “-why did you have to g-go n’ act all motherly with hngh- Yuji.”

Shit, those drawling words almost hurt Choso to be able to wrench out. They threw his mind into such a syrupy state, and had his swollen, achy cock twitch with another ribbony ooze of translucent precum. Drip! drip! dripping through his yukata and onto the tatami floor. 

With a pathetically broken whimper, he’s gripping on tight to the fattened hilt of his shaft. Hissing at the stark coldness against his swelteringly hot length, “Shouldn’t h-have done that oh- shouldn’t have-”

He was addicted. 

Burying himself in so deep that Choso doesn’t even need air right now. Nose meshing against the very top of your drooling pussy lips, chin grinding against you with each trail of his scorching hot tongue back and forth back and forth back and-

“Sh-shit, Cho-” you’re gasping, back arching in such a slutty bow. “-that i-is what this is all about?” 

It was. But right now he couldn’t even think of describing exactly what those tiny, domestic gestures did to him. How it’d awoken such a deep, primal part of himself. 

So instead, he’s jostling one of your weakening thighs up onto his broad shoulder. Roughly attaching the pads of his fingers onto your wrist, tongue only growing more hypnotically hungry. “Love you-” he spits into your pussy. Wet, sopping wads of spit that connect in delicate strings all the way down to the lower half of his innocently flushed face. “-love you love you, my madam. Love you so-” His noble cheeks hollow around your clit,  “-much. Hgnh- love you- what a p-perfect momma you’d make, baby–”

And then suddenly your ears feel like popping when your body wracks with waves of your orgasm. Over and over you’re cumming on Choso’s pretty face and he’s loving it.

Guiding both of your trembly hands onto his head, he makes you drag your slobbering cunt all down his features - using him.

Wrist aching with just how fast he was swirling his thick thumb around his rotund head, up and down up and down.

“Yeah- yeah-” his words are hoarse little whines. Eyes half-lidded shut at the gushing waves of your saturated slick, he’s blowing sloppy kisses around your winking hole. “Use me- use me. A-anything for you, baby- please- s’more baby– my wife-” 

It practically hurts to pull away.

And your dripping pussy is left with the final vibrations of Choso’s disappointed moan- before he’s surging up unsteadily onto two feet. 

One of his massive palms resting greedily underneath the globes of your ass, hoisting you up to kiss the very edges of your swollen folds with his fat cockhead. Gliding across a see-through glisten of precum before he’s cumming.

“Fuck.” 

“Shhh, q-quiet, baby-”

Choso wrangles his fingers deftly around his thickened base, biting down hard on his lower lip when he squeezes out dripping wet load after load onto into your sloppy entrance. Fucking his hand ever-so-slightly to just milk out more and more, “C-can I put it inside, baby? Please, baby?” His babbling mouth drags against your own, not even capable of managing a kiss right now. “-wanna fill you up n’ make you allll mine, y’know? Wanna- please.”

You let out a honeyed giggle, smoothing down the big fat tears that’d started to roll their way down Choso’s eyes. “Of course, you can. No n-need to be shy, Cho.”

And you’re barely even finishing your sentence, the words only halfway registering Choso’s hazy brain before he’s plugging you full of his circular girth. “G-god jus’ being inside s’making me hngh cum again.” Streaming out whatever dredges are left of his cum-filled balls. “Please- give me an heir- please- a lil baby-”

It’s trailing down the end of your puffy slit, and Choso can’t help but gasp a sharp inhale when he’s pooling the milky dribble on his fingers. “D-do you think this got you p-pregnant, baby?”

“Maybe…” you’re humming in that smug tone that does anything but wonders for his sanity. “Might hafta hah- try it out again jus’ to make sure, don’t you think, Mr. Clan leader?”

There’s a sudden clack! as he’s dropping to his knees, barely even giving you a second to realize anything before Choso’s ravenous mouth was heated on your messy cunt once more. 

Dragging his tongue across the milky outer layer, so filthy. Every pearlescent bead pooling on his tongue - and he just spits it back sloppily onto your cunt. Depraved. 

“B-be quiet f’me, baby–” he’s hushing you in a drunken soothe. “Gotta make space.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Madam of Curses

“Kuna…” Your babbles are music to the king’s ears, and he can feel his sleazy grin plastered all over his face already. “-I-I want…”

Smack!

“Now, what have I told ya, brat?” The sharpened lengths of his black fingernails brush up on your plump clit. Sukuna’s rumbling warning blooms such delicious clenches of your gummy walls around his jostling cocks, forcing him to hold back a moan, “If ya want somethin’, don’t stutter.”

Well, Ryomen Sukuna would give you the moon if you so much as glanced at it with want - stutter or not. But times like this made his swollen tips twitch to tease those irritated mewls out of you.

You’re stubbornly wrapping your trembly arms around his hulking shoulders, just barely able to wrap around his muscles. Glassy eyes narrowing, “I want a baby, Kuna-”

Fuck, you might just have broken him. You’ve finally defeated the strongest sorcerer in history. Because those very words spilling from your pretty lips have his chest heaving with a deep inhale, his entire body bowing when his angry cocks gush excitedly inside of you. Smearing your melty walls with wave after dangerous wave of his steaming hot precum.

“Wh-what?” he’s hissing through clenched canines, devilish red eyes honing in on you as if you were his next meal. Hauling your body all the way down those silken sheets, until he’s spearheading his rotund tips right into your cervix. “Don’t talk outta ya pussy, woman.”

“B-but it’s true-” you’re sobbing at this point. Batting your lashes at him in a way that he knew you were pulling out your dirtiest tricks. “-dontcha hngh- want an heir, baby?”

Heir.

Oh, fuck. Heir. 

Just the word has Sukuna’s head throwing backwards, snarling growls ripping from his strangled throat when his hefty balls clench in excitement. Just the word enough to get him to cum, but no-

“No.” His hot breath blankets your face, and before you’re able to bare him with that glossy pout of yours, Sukuna sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. Pulling. “I want two.”

And it’s like something snaps.

Because in an instant, he’s flipping the two of you over, until your snug cunt was filled to the brim with both matchingly hefty cocks. Sliding down, down, down. Sukuna’s creeping one of his large hands to your thighs, nudging them even more shamefully open.

He’s gifting the curve of your ass with a stinging swat, grinning, “If ya wan’ my heirs s-so badly then ride me for it, brat.”

And fuck, Sukuna underestimated how sheerly eager you’d be, shuffling your hand precariously onto his bulging pecs. Bouncing up and down on the rock-hard upright curve of his cocks like you were addicted to it.

God, he could feel those hoarse whimpers bubbling up into his throat. He could feel the way his heavy lids were fluttering shut every time your velvety walls constricted tightly around his girths, swirling around in wet gyrations. 

And he finds it in himself to laugh - laugh, “Oh- oh god, I shoulda done this hngh- sooner. Soo much sooner-” Running those pinkish strands hastily out of his eyesight to drink you in even better, “Woulda b-been able to see what a cockdrunk slut the madam of curses becomes f’me, isn’t that right?”

All you can do is nod pathetically, and he’s gesturing his head much the same way in a half-mocking sense. Simpering, “Mhm– really wan’ me to fuck- fill you right up-” Running down one of his palms across your abdomen, “-here, right? Want to get p-pregnant on my cocks, brat? Should jus’ said so sooner-”

Sukuna can’t stop now. He doesn’t even know when it started but right now that slurring nonsense was tumbling out of his slack-jawed mouth faster than he could register it. 

Rutting his hips up like an animal to plant pound after pound into your already battered insides, rummaging around his fat cocks. 

One of his mean thumbs comes up to massage over that inflationary little bump where he could feel himself spearheading into your g-spot and your cervix. At the same time. “Jus’ like this, heh- j-jus’ like this but yer gonna be ngh- so much rounder, s-so much-” And one of his globular divots weep a stream of milky precum. So close. “-fuller. Gonna give me t-two, huh? Two brats- a girl and a boy.”

Milking himself for all that he’s worth, it’s impossible not to get absolutely hypnotized by the sultry grinds of your hips.

It’s all that he can think about right now.

Sukuna feels his tongue loll out - both of them, much larger one veering from that slit on his stomach to drag sloppy stripes up the areas of your puffed up clit. Rolling over the very peak, “Ngh- gonna have y-your pretty eyes n’ my hair. My strength and fuuuuck- so tight- your smile.” His eyes clench droopingly closed, glaring up at you lovingly. “Isn’t that right, my queen?”

And when you cum, it’s with those same eyes on you - and when he does, shit, they’re rolling to the back of his head.

Decadently royal bed creaking with protest at the aggressive crushes of your sweat-sheened bodies. Sukuna couldn’t get enough when one of his angrily rugged cocks cums, the swirling slosh of his warm seed spurring the other to burst just as much.

“Sh-shit-” you’re gasping, toes curling with the explosion of bliss. Peak after peak being fucked out when your shaky knees firm to ride Sukuna out of his mind. “So much- too much- fuck fuck fuck-”

He’s stirring your insides until you’re overspilling, flashes of white-hot pleasure melding with the steady stream of Sukuna’s voluminous cum seeping from your wet slit. 

So much of it that he really can’t help but swipe his larger tongue easily across the absolute mess of a puddle. And you swear you hear his voice crack, “Heh, guess ya r-really were talking outta ya ngh- pussy, huh, woman?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Madam Gojo

“Let them see-” Gojo’s panting, fingers so jittery where he’s pushing your trembly leg apart. Abs rippling and aching with just how long he’s been wracking his fatigued body. He’s kissing hungrily at your lips, “Let them- let them see- fuck I don’t care don’t-”

And Gojo can’t even bear to think about finishing his sentence before he’s being hit with another vicious clench of his sensitive balls. Heaving out another burst of stars behind his eyes. He throws his head back, teeth grit when his angry cockhead spazzes with another dry orgasm. 

You’re blinking back the tears in your eyes, reaching up and arm to wipe away his own. “S-s’okay, Toru- we’ve been at this for hngh- hours.”

“No-” Gojo gasps, snowy brows knitting together furiously. And he’s shaking his head like he’s trying to wash away any thoughts of stopping. Because Gojo Satoru didn’t want to stop. Didn’t know if he could stop. 

His bleary eyes focus on the circle of elders standing stock-still at the very end of the traditional tatami room, heads bowed so low that they touched the floor. 

“I’ve got s-somethin’ to prove-” And another one of his harsh French-kisses into your very bruised cervix sends a gush of his stringy cum glossing down your inner thighs. Slipping and smearing everywhere when Gojo messily dances his fingers up to roll over your puffed-up clit. “-got to show ‘em. T-talking about fuck- my wife n’ my h-heir. Gonna show them-”

And you’ve never seen him this furious, blazing eyes driving down your body. Seeping into every one of his lewd movements when he’s drilling his swollen cock into your dripping cunt even more riotously. 

No care or concern for the marks he’s sure to leave for the next week at least - his curvaceous balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, fingers everywhere and anywhere on any bit of skin that his ravenous self could reach.

Gojo couldn’t get enough.

Your pussy lips like velvet, swallowing him up inch by solid inch so greedily despite however long it’s been by now. An hour? Two hours? Five? Fuck, he doesn’t even know right now. Doesn’t care. 

Doesn’t care what those shuffling elders have to think, either.

Can’t even imagine thinking about anything but stuffing your tight channel overly full, eyeing down with his hazy gaze at the way that makes his seed salivate out of you. He twists his deft fingers on your clit, it’s enough for your teeth to just sink into the tender junction at his throat. 

And it makes him cum.

Sensitively. Depravedly. 

Over and over in dry grinds of his hips, while his overstimulated head wrenches out nothing but wispy little beads of pearling white. 

“A-again?” you’re gasping. Eyes blowing wide and resting on Gojo’s fucked-out face - oh how pretty the clan leader looked. With his innocently rosy blush, and eyes drooping so low it’s like they were almost shut, mouth pecking syrupy glides across yours. “Did you just ah- c-cum again, Toru?”

He shutters his head into your throat, darting out his tongue to run down that rapidly thumping pulse of yours. “Yes, madam. Your pretty pussy’s got me s-so fuck- hooked. Can’t s-stop-”

But he wanted to cum again. Properly, this time.

To fill you up over and over, adding another layer to the sloppy skin of creamy white that already stuck to your cunt. He was going to make those old gossips pay for having your name in their filthy mouths, for implying that their leader doesn’t fuck you properly if you haven’t had an heir by now. 

He was simply going to show it to them.

“Need- ah- need you to cum f’me a-again, sweetheart-” Gojo’s babbling out the words, but his greedy eyes are locked on the sinful sight of your cunt, instead. “C-can you do that? Can the future m-mother of my kids do that?” It pains him to be slurring these out over your pretty keens, and he’s swiping a finger over and over on your clit as a tiny apology. “C’mon now, n-need to give me an mmpf- heir, right?”

You nod, hips arching up to make you feel like such a slut. “W-want it so badly–”

“I know, honey, I know–” his words come out in raw whimpers, cupping your face with his free hand to connect your foreheads together. “Which is wh-why you’ve gotta shit- cum, right? They say you don’t get p-pregnant if the hah- mother doesn’t cum, hm? C’mon baby, gimme an heir- please, please, please let me breed you f-full-”

It’s just about all the garbled mess he’s able to get out of his mouth before Gojo’s reeling you headfirst towards your nth orgasm of the night. Waves of pleasure making you convulse underneath him, forcing his big beefy arms to wrap around your waist to get you to stop moving-

“Shit-” he’s gasping, eyes blowing almost comically wide. “M’cumming, sweetheart- m’cumming again- fuck fuck fuck- can’t stop, can’t h-hold back.”

His drool-worthy back muscles flex when Gojo’s bending all the way down to snap you in half. And you feel his heavy hanging balls twitch once. Twice. Before flooding your tight pussy with thick, smearing loads of cum, glissading down your thighs.

Spurts of it splatter down your slit, all the way to Gojo’s wrist when he’s circling your throbbing clit to wring you even harder through your high.

“Th-there we- there we go-” he’s shuddering, bursts of his hefty gulps of cum swirling around all of your sweetened spots. Stretching out your taut walls to their limits with how much he was inflating you from the insides. And it takes everything in Gojo to stray his eyes away from his wife - from his madam. Everything in him to focus on the crowd of silent elders, “So- s’that ‘nough of an heir for you or do I hafta make another one?”

A/N. Also hugging my babygirls in the US of A extra tight tonight <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

[smallestapplin]

i drop to my knee to ask of thee, prowl smut please!!

i have a vague idea and might go off but ive never seen anyone play with seatbelts imagine going on a drive with prowl and he just gets a little excited and bounds you to the seat with his seatbelt

and omg- if hes brave enough, tells you to touch yourself in his seat and you can see his car rear view just cranking itself just to see you do it

anyways i run now thank you for your time!!

I hope you enjoy! ^^

warnings : reader is GN no genitals described, semi-public, even Prowl can be a menace

🔞mdni 18+Only!🔞

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Prowl merely offered to drive you around, you've been cooped up at base for so long you need to get out, and your sweet boyfriend was more than happy to have a moment away from everything, with you. You were so excited to sit in his driver's seat, so happy to not have to be the one driving.

"Safety first."

Was all he said before the seat belt came down around you, clicking in place, securely around your body, ensuring you stay in your seat. You chuckle at his behavior.

"Prowl, with you as the driver I doubt I'd need it." You're not wrong, Prowl would do anything to keep you from harm, so why would you need to worry?

The bot grumbles under his breath but doesn't lighten up on it, in fact you swear the seat belt got tighter around your chest.

The drive is peaceful, just what you wanted too! You get some nice quiet time with your lover, with no one to bother you two, or demand their own attention. You place your hands on his steering wheel, pretending to be the one driving in case anyone caught a glimpse into the car.

Prowl nearly groans, your hands are much softer than he's use to, he can never seem to get use to your touch, feeling your hands on the leather of his steering wheel, rubbing against it.

It feels so nice-

"Prowl?"

"Hm?"

"The uh....the seat belt is a bit too tight."

He's glad you can't see his face, or how his optics linger around your chest that's now puffed out more. The gears in his brain module turn, until a devilish idea forms.

"Sweetspark, can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah?"

"Touch yourself for me, and I might loosen the seat belt."

Your eyes widen in shock at his request, here? Right now? You look around, it's evening right now and you're still in town, anyone could look around and probably see you! You try to wrap your head around it, until the cab starts to rumble, the bastard focusing the vibrations to your seat.

You squeak, body now shaking with each purr of his engine. If you move your hips just right, you can feel the vibrations right where you need it most-

"Why don't you pull your pants down for me, and show me how needy you are."

His voice is so low, almost a growl as he seems just as needy as you are. You should be telling him no, you're in public, anyone could see you! But you want him just as bad. Prowl lets out an appreciative hum as you carefully wiggle out of your pants, taking your underwear down with them.

You pull your pants down just passed your knees, letting you spread your legs wider so your bot could get a good look at you, already dripping with need. Your sex twitches at the sound of your beloved's deep groan at just the sight.

The scent of your need fills the cab, clouding Prowl's mind.

"Already? It's like you want me to pull over and frag you where everyone could see."

He chuckles, feeling your need slowly drip onto his seat. Your hand slowly making its way between your legs, fingers dipping into your juices to cover them, before you lean further back, allowing yourself easier access to your hole.

Prowl can feel the energon flowing through him, his spike pressurizing ready to fill you and his valve clenching around nothing, much like your own.

"That's it, be a good lil doll for me."

"Prowl..."

Primus, your whimper makes him rev his engine.

"Mm...it's not enough, it's not you." You could cry as your fingers slowly push into your clenching heat, it's not Prowl, just one of his digits fills you up so nicely, stretching you and prepping you to take his spike.

Yours aren't enough anymore.

"Perhaps I spoil you too much."

You thrush two of your fingers deep, desperate to press your sweet spot. Your hips buck, trying to fuck yourself on your digits. You spoil him more than anything, he doesn't even realize he's speeding out of town, needing to find the first hiding spot he can just to take you.

[joocomics]

Can't stop thinking about teasing xdh by kissing their cocks and leaving lipstick marks all over it - 🍑 anon

gunil would find this so sexy but also romantic? there would be an immediate smirk forming on his face as he looks down at your marks. he’d be so worked up especially if you maintain the eye contact while pressing kisses as a sign of worship. “gorgeous,” his thumb would caress your cheek as you lower your lips down his thick base, “you’re in the mood to play, aren’t you?”

jungsu would slightly blush while keeping his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he gazes at the way you drag your colorful lips up his length, leaving kisses one by one onto his veiny skin. he’d be leaking with arousal, finding the marks with a hint of possession very arousing. “baby, c’mon…” he’d chuckle softly whenever he feels himself twitch from the teasing contact of your mouth, “i need you bad.”

jiseok would be surprisingly quiet during something like this. usually he’d be throwing many filthy comments whenever you get a hold of his dick, but teasing him with kisses and smearing lipstick all over him would put him in trance. until you drag the moment for a lil bit too long… “having fun, doll?” he’d ask, tilting his head at you, “it would be even better if you take it in your mouth already.”

seungmin as a fan of any kind of marking would appreciate the sight of your pretty lipstick on his cock a lot; he’d let you kiss him and tease him for as long as your heart desires. he’d never rush foreplay, let alone edging. “take your time, baby,” he’d swipe his thumb along your lips and rest back on his elbows to keep an eye on your sensual mouth

hyeongjun would tease you back by calling you silly for having so much fun with this, but on the inside his heart would be fluttering. he’d enjoy feeling his arousal build up inside in the pace of your soft touch and would not interrupt your act even once. eventually he’d quit the jokes and giggles, and just watch you with breath turning heavier. “fuck— feels nice…”

jooyeon would get so heated over this; he’d want you to keep going, because you’ve never looked hotter, but also stop and take it all in your mouth. “mm, baby, what about now?” he’d shift his hips as yet another signal to finally give him something more. “just once, please…” afterwards, the memory would be ingrained into his mind and every time you wear the same lipstick (or just a similar color) from that day on, he would get flashbacks of the way he was slouching in his chair while you were humming with each erotic kiss; complimenting his cock and marking it as yours

[m4rv3l-girl]

Tactical

Bucky x Y/n

Y/n and Bucky aren’t friends. At all. But sometimes adrenaline pulls people together…

Requests are open!

Warnings: A pinch of paprika- I mean, angst.

The hum of the Quinjet was just loud enough to mask the weighty silence between the two of you. Bucky sat across from you, arms crossed, blue eyes set in a hard glare that had become his signature look—at least when he looked at you.

“Anything you wanna share, Doll?” he drawled, leaning back and tapping one gloved finger against the armrest.

You huffed, fixing your eyes on the tactical map in front of you. “I think I covered it twice already. We infiltrate the west side, look for anything that resembles a command room, and get out before we’re spotted.”

Bucky’s eyebrow arched. “Because it’s really that simple, isn’t it?”

“Look, Barnes,” you snapped, turning to face him fully. “Not every mission needs the Winter Soldier’s grim paranoia. Some of us operate just fine without all the brooding and sneaking around.”

“Oh, really?” His smirk was infuriating. “Is that why you almost got taken out by a HYDRA goon last month?”

The reminder stung, and you clenched your jaw, not willing to give him the satisfaction of seeing it affect you. “I took him down just fine, thank you very much.”

“Only after he had you pinned,” he shot back, his tone dark. “If I hadn’t been there—”

“You’d have missed the chance to play hero, right?” You crossed your arms and forced a half-smile. “Does it hurt your pride that I can handle things on my own, Kitten?”

His expression shifted, and you could have sworn he looked taken aback for a split second before he rolled his eyes. “You know, I’ve met a lot of reckless people. But you? You’re in a league of your own.”

Before you could shoot back, the pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Five minutes out from target.”

You felt the adrenaline start to pump, the tension with Bucky simmering under the surface. But there was no time for bickering now. You both had a job to do.

The two of you slipped out of the jet, making your way down the dusty hillside that overlooked the HYDRA base. The place was deserted on the surface, a cluster of low buildings with faded insignias and the eerie quiet of a ghost town.

“Looks clear,” you muttered, scanning the area through the binoculars. “There should be an entrance at the west end, right behind that main building.”

Bucky nodded, keeping his gaze trained ahead, but his posture was stiff. “This whole thing feels off. I don’t like it.”

“Noted,” you replied tersely. “But we have a job to do, remember?”

A muscle twitched in his jaw, and he shot you a glare. “If you’re gonna keep talking, maybe aim that mouth at the target.”

You bit back a retort, inhaling sharply. Despite the irritation bubbling up inside, you reminded yourself to stay focused. “Fine. I’ll lead.”

“Over my dead body.” Bucky’s words came out harsh, yet there was a glint of something you couldn’t place in his eyes—concern? It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by his usual guarded glare.

“Look,” you said, exasperated, “we’ve been through this before. I know what I’m doing.”

“Then prove it.” He gestured forward. “I’ll cover you.”

You were thrown by the sudden relent but didn’t waste time questioning it. Keeping low, you crept forward, Bucky right behind, your heart hammering in your chest as you approached the entrance.

The base was darker than expected, the air heavy with dust and the stale scent of metal and chemicals. A feeling of unease settled over you as you moved silently through the corridors, listening for any sign of movement.

“I’ll check the left side,” you whispered.

“No. Stick together,” Bucky replied, voice low and firm. “Can’t afford to lose sight of you.”

You bit back another snappy response, pushing down the slight warmth his words stirred up. “Fine,” you muttered, focusing on the task at hand. But as you reached a fork in the hallway, something metal clicked underfoot.

“Y/N—”

The floor dropped out before you had a chance to react. You barely registered Bucky’s hand reaching for you as you were plunged into darkness, a shock of cold air and the weightlessness of the fall hitting you all at once.

You landed hard, feeling a sharp sting in your ankle as Bucky’s form landed beside you with a thud. He was quick to his feet, helping you up even as you grimaced.

“Seriously?” he muttered, scanning the dark room with narrowed eyes. “A pit trap? They’ve really thought of everything.”

“Stop gloating and help me out of here, Barnes,” you said through gritted teeth, trying to test your injured foot. But the pain was blinding, and you leaned into him instinctively.

His grip tightened, his face softening ever so slightly. “Not gloating, Doll. Just pissed that we’re in this mess.” He looked down at your ankle, his jaw clenching. “You’re not walking on that. I’ll carry you out.”

You shook your head, wincing. “I can manage. Just give me a second.”

“Not gonna happen,” he replied, an unusual tenderness coloring his tone. Without waiting for you to argue, he scooped you up, one arm around your back and the other under your knees.

You let out a huff, but somewhere in the back of your mind, a part of you softened. The world looked different from this angle, cradled in his arms, his intense gaze focused ahead. You hadn’t realized how strong he was—not just physically but in how he held himself, unwavering even when things seemed grim.

And somehow, the closeness didn’t feel quite as irritating as you would have imagined.

The pit trap had deposited you both into some kind of hidden maintenance tunnel, its dim lighting casting everything in a cool, blue hue. Bucky’s footsteps were steady beneath you as he carried you through the narrow corridor, his grip unwavering even as you wiggled, trying to insist that you could walk.

“Would you stop squirming?” he muttered, his face half-lit in shadow.

You crossed your arms, huffing. “I told you I don’t need to be carried, Barnes. I’m fine.”

Bucky’s grip tightened as he shifted you slightly in his arms, his gaze never wavering from the path ahead. “Sure, you’re fine, Kitten. That’s why you nearly collapsed when you tried to put weight on that ankle.”

“I didn’t—” you started, but the way his eyes flicked down to you, that borderline-smirk on his lips, had you swallowing your words.

You kept your gaze forward, refusing to meet his eyes, and let the silence settle, if only because you didn’t trust yourself to say anything else. You tried to ignore the way his arms felt around you, sturdy and strangely comforting. There was a warmth radiating from him that made you feel oddly safe, a feeling you hadn’t anticipated finding with him. The “Winter Soldier” was the last person you would have expected to feel this around.

“We’ll be out of here soon,” he muttered as if sensing your unease, his tone softer than usual. “Then you can get back to calling the shots.”

The words, laced with his usual edge of sarcasm, had an undercurrent you couldn’t quite place. He shifted his hold on you just enough for you to feel the protective firmness in his grip, and somehow, it had you biting back a smile.

“Doesn’t look like there’s an easy way back up,” he added. “We’ll have to find another way around.”

“So,” you muttered, giving in just slightly to the warmth pooling in your chest, “you admit we’re a little stuck?”

He raised an eyebrow. “We? No, Doll. You’re the one who had to go left instead of sticking together.”

You scoffed. “Oh, so now it’s my fault?”

“Didn’t say that.” He gave you a slight smirk, his face close enough for you to notice a softness in his features that was usually hidden behind his intense stare. “I’m just saying, maybe you could try listening every once in a while.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, sure. Because you’re just so much fun to listen to.”

But the edge in your words had softened, and you felt your heartbeat quicken when his expression shifted, something warmer flickering behind the teasing smirk. The silence returned, charged and lingering.

Part 5: A Moment of Vulnerability

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky set you down gently on a raised portion of the tunnel floor. The pain in your ankle flared up when you shifted, and you winced, grabbing onto his arm before you could catch yourself.

His face was unreadable, but his hand remained firm on your shoulder. “Let me look at it.”

You hesitated, still feeling that simmering irritation. But there was something in his eyes—an unspoken plea for you to trust him—that made you relent. You nodded, and he crouched down, his fingers gentle as he pushed your pant leg up enough to examine the ankle. His touch was warm against your skin, a surprisingly careful caress as he probed the area.

“This is going to bruise,” he murmured. “But it doesn’t feel broken.”

“Good to know, Doctor Barnes,” you replied, a hint of sarcasm slipping into your tone. But his eyes flicked up to yours, that softness returning, and you felt your breath hitch.

“Why do you always do that?” he asked, voice quiet.

You frowned. “Do what?”

“Make everything a fight.” He shook his head, smirking faintly. “Even now, you’d rather act like you’re fine than just admit that you’re hurt.”

His words struck a nerve, and you shifted uncomfortably. “It’s called self-sufficiency, Barnes. Not all of us need a team to hold our hand.”

The faint smile on his lips faltered, and his gaze grew serious. “You don’t have to prove anything, you know.”

The weight of his words surprised you, their sincerity cutting through your defenses like a knife. You opened your mouth to retort, but found yourself at a loss. It was rare to see him like this—unguarded, almost vulnerable—and the realization that he cared, even a little, stirred something unfamiliar in you.

“Why do you care?” The question came out softer than you intended, barely more than a whisper.

He held your gaze, his voice equally soft. “Because I know what it’s like to try to do everything on your own. It doesn’t end well, Doll.”

The air between you felt charged, and for once, you didn’t have a comeback ready. His hand lingered on your shoulder a moment longer, and you thought you saw him lean in, ever so slightly, before he cleared his throat and looked away.

“We should keep moving,” he muttered, pulling his hand back. He helped you to your feet, carefully supporting you as you tested your weight on the injured ankle. It wasn’t perfect, but with his steady grip around your waist, it was manageable.

As you continued down the tunnel, the silence was different—no longer tense, but comfortable in a way you hadn’t thought possible. There was a newfound understanding between you, fragile yet undeniable, that settled over the usual friction. It was like you’d seen a glimpse of each other without the walls up, and somehow, that was scarier than any HYDRA base you’d ever encountered.

The tunnel eventually led to a service door that opened into the heart of the HYDRA base. You both fell into a natural rhythm, Bucky keeping one hand steady on your arm as you limped beside him. The adrenaline from your mission kept the pain manageable, though you found yourself more aware of the way his shoulder brushed against yours, his steady presence beside you grounding and reassuring.

The corridor opened into a spacious, dimly lit room—likely a command center, judging by the rows of consoles and monitors lining the walls. It was empty now, with only the faint hum of machinery disturbing the silence.

Bucky pulled you back, his voice low. “This looks like what we need. You watch the entrance; I’ll search the terminals.”

You nodded, positioning yourself by the door as Bucky moved silently to the consoles. He slid a flash drive from his pocket, inserting it into one of the main systems and working quickly to upload whatever information SHIELD needed. For the first time, you found yourself watching him with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, surprised by his focus and ease in the enemy stronghold.

A loud clang echoed from down the hall, snapping you back to attention. Your heart leapt as you spotted shadows moving, HYDRA agents closing in.

“Bucky—”

“I know,” he muttered, eyes darting to the flash drive’s slow-loading progress bar. “We need a few more seconds.”

The footsteps grew louder, voices murmuring just outside the door. You moved instinctively, pressing your back against the wall, one hand on your gun as Bucky finally retrieved the drive.

“Got it,” he said, turning to you. His eyes flicked between you and the door, his expression hardening. “Get behind me. I’ll clear a path.”

Despite everything in you that screamed to resist, you felt a surge of trust and nodded. You took your place at his back, leaning slightly on your good leg as he readied his gun, his stance calm and sure.

The agents burst through the door, and Bucky moved like lightning. He took down the first two with precise, calculated strikes, his metal arm glinting in the dim light as he blocked blows and countered with swift punches. The tension and focus between the two of you was perfect, synchronized—he was a constant, unwavering force, covering you as you fired at the agents attempting to flank him.

But as the last agent fell, one final man staggered to his feet, pulling a weapon from his belt—a grenade, small but deadly.

You reacted without thinking, grabbing Bucky’s shoulder and shoving him to the side as you dove away. The explosion rocked the room, and debris rained down around you. Pain bloomed along your shoulder as you hit the ground, hard, but you were alive. Bucky scrambled over to you, his face pale, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fury.

“Are you insane?” he hissed, his hands shaking as he helped you sit up. “You could have—”

His words cut off as he saw your grimace, and his anger melted into something raw, a kind of vulnerability that left you momentarily speechless.

“I—I’m fine,” you managed, your voice weak but steady. “Just wanted to save your sorry ass, is all.”

Bucky let out a choked laugh, but the way his gaze lingered on you was anything but casual. “Doll, if you were trying to kill me with worry, mission accomplished.”

You gave a wry smile, trying to shift to a sitting position, but he stopped you, one hand bracing your back as he helped you up. His fingers lingered just a second too long, and he seemed to realize it, pulling back with a sheepish look.

“C’mon,” he murmured. “Let’s get out of here before either of us does anything else stupid.”

The tunnel eventually led to a service door that opened into the heart of the HYDRA base. You both fell into a natural rhythm, Bucky keeping one hand steady on your arm as you limped beside him. The adrenaline from your mission kept the pain manageable, though you found yourself more aware of the way his shoulder brushed against yours, his steady presence beside you grounding and reassuring.

The corridor opened into a spacious, dimly lit room—likely a command center, judging by the rows of consoles and monitors lining the walls. It was empty now, with only the faint hum of machinery disturbing the silence.

Bucky pulled you back, his voice low. “This looks like what we need. You watch the entrance; I’ll search the terminals.”

You nodded, positioning yourself by the door as Bucky moved silently to the consoles. He slid a flash drive from his pocket, inserting it into one of the main systems and working quickly to upload whatever information SHIELD needed. For the first time, you found yourself watching him with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, surprised by his focus and ease in the enemy stronghold.

A loud clang echoed from down the hall, snapping you back to attention. Your heart leapt as you spotted shadows moving, HYDRA agents closing in.

“Bucky—”

“I know,” he muttered, eyes darting to the flash drive’s slow-loading progress bar. “We need a few more seconds.”

The footsteps grew louder, voices murmuring just outside the door. You moved instinctively, pressing your back against the wall, one hand on your gun as Bucky finally retrieved the drive.

“Got it,” he said, turning to you. His eyes flicked between you and the door, his expression hardening. “Get behind me. I’ll clear a path.”

Despite everything in you that screamed to resist, you felt a surge of trust and nodded. You took your place at his back, leaning slightly on your good leg as he readied his gun, his stance calm and sure.

The agents burst through the door, and Bucky moved like lightning. He took down the first two with precise, calculated strikes, his metal arm glinting in the dim light as he blocked blows and countered with swift punches. The tension and focus between the two of you was perfect, synchronized—he was a constant, unwavering force, covering you as you fired at the agents attempting to flank him.

But as the last agent fell, one final man staggered to his feet, pulling a weapon from his belt—a grenade, small but deadly.

You reacted without thinking, grabbing Bucky’s shoulder and shoving him to the side as you dove away. The explosion rocked the room, and debris rained down around you. Pain bloomed along your shoulder as you hit the ground, hard, but you were alive. Bucky scrambled over to you, his face pale, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fury.

“Are you insane?” he hissed, his hands shaking as he helped you sit up. “You could have—”

His words cut off as he saw your grimace, and his anger melted into something raw, a kind of vulnerability that left you momentarily speechless.

“I—I’m fine,” you managed, your voice weak but steady. “Just wanted to save your sorry ass, is all.”

Bucky let out a choked laugh, but the way his gaze lingered on you was anything but casual. “Doll, if you were trying to kill me with worry, mission accomplished.”

You gave a wry smile, trying to shift to a sitting position, but he stopped you, one hand bracing your back as he helped you up. His fingers lingered just a second too long, and he seemed to realize it, pulling back with a sheepish look.

“C’mon,” he murmured. “Let’s get out of here before either of us does anything else stupid.

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Back at SHIELD headquarters, you sat on the edge of a cot in the medical wing, absently fiddling with the fresh bandage on your shoulder. The mission debrief had gone by in a blur, details passing over your head as the exhaustion settled into your bones. You’d barely processed the events of the night, especially what had happened with Bucky—how he’d been right there, steady as a rock when you’d needed him most.

You glanced up, and there he was, lingering in the doorway, looking as hesitant as you’d ever seen him. Bucky rarely seemed unsure of anything, let alone of himself, and yet here he was, standing like he didn’t quite know if he should come in or leave.

“Need something?” you asked, your tone light but genuine curiosity edging through.

He shifted his weight, rubbing the back of his neck—a rare gesture of uncertainty. His gaze was trained on the floor as if the sterile tile held answers to questions he didn’t want to ask out loud. Finally, he cleared his throat, looking at you with a seriousness that softened around the edges.

“I just…wanted to check in,” he said, voice quiet and strangely vulnerable. “You did good out there, you know.”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. “Was that a compliment?”

A faint smirk lifted the corner of his mouth, though his eyes were softer than usual. “Don’t get used to it, Darling.”

You let out a small laugh, the tension loosening between you, but the lightness faded as you noticed the way he kept looking at you, like he was still holding back.

There was a charged silence, thick and filled with words unsaid, and it took all your strength not to look away from him. You didn’t want to be the one to break the moment, afraid that if you spoke too soon, whatever this was between you might shatter.

“Look, I…” he started, his voice barely a murmur as he took a tentative step forward. “I don’t know what we are, or what this is supposed to be.” He stopped, swallowing hard, his gaze never leaving yours. “But I know that seeing you go after that grenade… I thought—” He broke off, his jaw tensing, the words catching as he struggled to get them out. “It scared me, Doll. A lot more than it should have.”

The confession hung in the air, raw and weighty. Your heartbeat quickened, the vulnerability in his words hitting you like a tidal wave. Bucky was not someone who confessed easily, who bared his heart openly—and yet, here he was, doing just that. His expression was a careful mixture of hope and apprehension, like he was bracing for impact, expecting to be turned away.

Your lips curled into a teasing smile, but there was no mistaking the tenderness in your voice. “So…you care about me?”

He rolled his eyes, but the smirk on his lips was genuine, soft. “Yeah, Kitten. Guess I do.”

You felt a laugh bubble up, disbelief and relief mingling in equal measure, and for a second you forgot everything else—the mission, your injuries, the pain. The weight of his confession settled in, comforting and thrilling all at once. It felt like stepping into uncharted territory with him, a place you’d never thought you’d end up but were inexplicably drawn toward.

“Guess I care about you too,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you took a cautious step closer, your fingers brushing against his. His warmth radiated through the thin fabric of his sleeve, grounding you in this surreal moment.

He reached up slowly, his hand grazing your cheek as he cupped it gently, his touch hesitant, almost reverent. You held your breath as he leaned in, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips, as if asking for permission. And when you nodded, just the smallest of nods, his lips finally met yours, soft and warm.

The kiss was tentative, almost shy, but you felt the depth of it—the weight of every unspoken word and suppressed feeling finally laid bare. Bucky’s hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. It was a mixture of relief, longing, and something stronger, something you hadn’t dared to name until now.

When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. The world felt quieter, smaller somehow, like it was just the two of you in that little medical room, safe from everything else.

He looked down at you, that familiar smirk creeping back onto his face. “So, Doll, do we go back to hating each other tomorrow? Because I think I’ll miss the arguments.”

You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes. “Hate to break it to you, Barnes, but I think we’re past the ‘hating’ part.”

“Oh, really?” He raised an eyebrow, his hand still resting on your waist as he leaned in, his voice a low murmur. “What part are we at, then?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you held his gaze, refusing to back down. “I think we’re at the part where you finally admit I’m the better agent.”

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a thrill through you. “Not a chance, Kitten. But keep trying—I like seeing you all fired up.”

You shook your head, grinning, unable to stop the smile that seemed to come so easily around him now. “Guess I’ll just have to keep proving it, then.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, the teasing banter dying down but leaving behind a new kind of warmth that you hadn’t felt before. You leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight, you know,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. The words held a quiet promise, one that felt surprisingly natural coming from him.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt truly safe—like you’d found a partner, an ally, someone who would stand by you no matter what. Whatever happened from here, you knew you weren’t facing it alone.

And somehow, that made all the difference.

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So, something a bit angsty for you guys - did we enjoy it? 🤔 Comments are really, really appreciated, they let me know what you want!

[reallyhardy]

Four for the oc asks

[oc asks that reveal more than you think]

4. Do they look good in red?

ty for sending!!! i'm just gonna do the whole gang so let me see...

ronnie, as someone of the vampiric persuasion, has her bright, well fed, red skintone, so probably not -- she usually wears contrasting hues like purple and bluegreen, and red kind of clashes. annie, with her bluegreen complexion, wears red-framed glasses, but i've not really put her in much red, she could rock it though. hector's green, but like green-green, so runs the risk of looking a bit christmassy. nico, like ronnie, has an orange and pink heavy colour scheme so would clash with red too but also like, there are no rules really, innit. everything's subjective.

anyway, now curious about it, i threw together some quick red outfits for each of them on their lil doll bases:

kind of looks like... they were hired to play a valentines gig or something? 🤣❤️

[gliphyartfan]

Can I send you this idea. Imagine all the chain as horror movie slasher during Halloween.

Halloween never dies I suppose. 🎃

Time would go for the classic Michael Myers look with the jumpsuit, white mask, and eerie, silent presence. He nails the intense, watchful silence, drifting in and out of shadows without a word, making everyone around him feel a little uneasy.

The others try to get him to talk, but Time just stares, almost too committed to the role. (At some point, he even sneaks up on one of the others just to stand there and watch them. )

Twilight decides on Ghostface lurking around corners and calling people with an old landline he managed to find. (That or Wild found it I dunno) He has a little too much fun sneaking up on Wind and Hyrule, whispering, “What’s your favorite scary movie?” in the dark before darting out of sight. (He may have enjoyed the movies a bit too much)

(Though if he wanted away from the Halloween excitement, he’d just stay as Wolfie and snooze away)

Wild goes all out as Leatherface, with a homemade, cobbled together mask that looks unsettlingly realistic and an apron he distressed just for this night.

He brings along a toy chainsaw he modified to make loud noises, and he runs around with it, revving it up while grinning in a way that’s a little too convincing. The whole chainsaw act is both hilarious and terrifying. (Especially when he starts chasing after Legend, who absolutely hates the noise.)

Speaking of him, Legend embodies Freddy Krueger with the classic striped sweater, hat, and even a glove with fake blades. He takes on Freddy’s twisted humor, tossing out snarky, creepy one-liners and getting far too into the role.

He’s practically taunting everyone all night, and at some point, he even starts ‘haunting’ the others’ dreams (or at least pretending to). He just enjoys sneaking up on people. (And if he makes use of Ravio’s magic bracelet, well no one can call him out)

Hyrule dresses as Jason, complete with the hockey mask and machete (a fake one, but it’s convincing enough).

He’s eerily silent, just standing behind people without saying a word and waiting for them to notice.

When he’s caught, he tilts his head slowly, trying to add to the creepy vibe. His innocent, quiet nature makes him surprisingly convincing. The others start getting spooked when they realize Hyrule’s really good at not making a sound.

Four, would choose to go as something loosely based on Pennywise, (wait does he count as a slasher??? Eh, too lazy to research properly) but instead of just a clown, he’s more of a shapeshifter.

His costume is a mix of colors, almost resembling his split forms, with unsettling makeup and sharp, exaggerated features. He occasionally splits into his colors to make people think he’s rapidly switching between different personalities. He does the whole creepy clown act, jumping between cheerful and sinister with unsettling ease. More than once people thought he was really warping around behind them.

Wind picks Chucky, with the overalls, striped shirt, and red hair. He even carries around a fake knife and leans into the whole ‘possessed doll’ vibe, taunting everyone with his small but fierce presence.

He’s surprisingly committed to the act, running around and shouting things like, “Wanna play?” in the most disturbing way he can manage. Despite his age, he’s genuinely intimidating, using his small stature to his advantage to creep around and sneak up on the others. (Trust me I was stuck between him and Four. Both would fit each others costumes.)

As for Sky? Ya know what, Sky goes for the cold, calculated menace of Hannibal Lecter. He wears a straitjacket with the infamous mask that covers his mouth, giving him an eerie, restrained appearance.

Sky leans into the eerie calm and unnervingly polite nature of Lecter, calmly staring at the others with unsettling intensity, speaking softly and choosing his words carefully, almost like he’s assessing each of them. He doesn’t do much more than that, but his chillingly calm demeanor is enough to unnerve everyone, especially when he starts making cryptic comments about “having them for dinner.”

Warriors goes as Patrick Bateman, the well-dressed but psychotic character from American Psycho. He wears a suit with a clear raincoat over it and carries around a fake blood-stained axe for full effect.

He leans into the unnervingly cheerful and charismatic side of Bateman, delivering disturbingly enthusiastic monologues about things like weapon quality, armor polishing, or favorite foods, all while swinging the axe casually.

He’s surprisingly convincing, getting a little too into character as he grins at the others, his gaze almost unnaturally intense. He manages to freak everyone out just by acting overly ‘normal,’ with a hint of something dark underneath. (….i dunno if he’s acting or just letting his Yandere behavior shine through 😀)

[s-wave-entertainment]

*BAM*

THAT WAS THE SOUND OF ME BUSTING THE DOOR DOWN. HI. Okay so first thing's first, I recently saw an animatic (??) by @/armintist on Instagram about N's perception of Tessa as of ep. 6 and it has broken the dam. Your honor I think about what must have been going through his head at that given moment So Often; some may say too often (I know my roommate definitely would, sorry Anna-). Y'all, he literally just remembered her existence and because we have no canon timeline as to how long was between eps. 5&6, I'm going to assume it was no LESS than two hours, IF EVEN. Doll could have gone straight to "Tessa" from Uzi's house, we'll never know. But like... what in the fuck was going on in his brain? This person, who he KNOWS that he knows, that he has vague, barely comprehensible memories of from a time far back into his past that he only just got back, is suddenly standing right in front of him again. And he hesitates, because OF COURSE HE DID. It looks like her (or does it? He doesn't remember his face, he never even truly saw it), it sounds like her, it feels like her... but how long has it been? And why here, why now?

Honestly, "Cyn's" pretty smart. She knew he would be willing to go along with what he told her because he's never really pressed into his memories before. He's relieved the tidbits of them, sure, but he tends to acknowledge them and move on. She knew all she had to do was act right and he would probably trust her. But what she didn't account for was him finding a love worth fighting for, and that's where her ultimate fucky-wucky was. But I'm not here to talk about "Cyn's" strategy, I'm here to talk about our beloved traumatized murder robot puppy.

What do you think happened when it hit him that that skin over Cyn's body wasn't of it's own creation? That his friend was technically still alive, if you count her preserved remains being thrown over a robot body like some sick and twisted reverse fursuit. And it can't be said that that didn't happen, because it definitely did. N's little episode in the hallway while "Cyn" hunted them down showed us that he is in fact recovering his memories. Slowly, and at very unfortunate times, but he is. And I can almost guarantee you that at some point, in some way, he must have recovered the full memory of the gala massacre. And oh me oh my, that must have been a long, hard day for him. Thank God he has Uzi now-

That aside, he must eventually realize what happened. And as he remembers more and more good times with her, his little heart probably just shattered more and more. Along with all of the other BULLSHIT he must be remembering following ep. 8.

AND ANOTHER THING ON THAT NOTE. I have so so so many emotions about N and how good he is and how,,,, Genuinely Good his heart is. Like actually. Y'all, need I remind the court that he was supposed to KILL Uzi. He had her PINNED TO THE WALL with a wing, but after watching her father turn around and ABANDON HER, he stopped. And sure, it can be reasonably said that this is because he spent some time with Uzi beforehand, but how long would they have had together, logistically? Ten minutes, maybe twenty, tops?? The fact that that was enough for him to COMPLETELY CHANGE SIDES and want to help her instead (which is also attributed to the conversation they had in the cockpit but again, TEN MINUTES)... listen, Uzi had no one before she found N, but N had no one either. J openly abused him, and V had to act like she hated him to protect him. N was lonely, just like Uzi. Somehow, someone found him who was kind to him and seemed to actually care. She was a little edgy, but she talked to him and she listened. It was more than he had at the base - and the same was true for Uzi. But again, I could talk about how much I love NUZI for hours, right now I want to talk about how good N's heart is. He was a worker, once. A worker who did everything he could to be... useful, to Tessa's parents, but a good friend to Tessa. And he loved his friends. He has,,, so much love in his heart. He always has. And he gives it so readily, and it can hurt him, but he like - he gets better about it, I believe. He can guard himself better these days, but he just. He still cares. And he cares so much and he just. GOD. GOD I LOVE HIM AND I FEEL SO TERRIBLE FOR WHAT HE'S BEEN THROUGH. FUCKING HELL-

[zazikels]

I have thoughts about the ted lasso dolls and many of my thoughts are not great.

[bitter--boxx]

apple shenanigans 🍎hehe

[biblically-accurate-dca]

super disorganized sketch page because i do what i want

[uncanny-tranny]

The frustrating part about conversations like "should people with self-harm scars warn others before showing off their body?" and conversations like it is how nobody would tell me that my scars are obscene or should be hidden despite, literally, being self-harm scars. They just do not know because people literally do not know what self-harm scars are and what self-harm is.

Our bodies are not vulgar or gross. We deserve to live our lives, and if our scars make you uncomfortable, we can be compassionate about that, but that doesn't mean that our bodies are Bad and should be Locked Away. Treat us like we belong, because we do.

[squeakadeeks]

lil' Sulu! not my favorite but I was really close to giving up on him so "exists" i better than ""perfect"" in this case lol.

he was significantly harder than the Pupet crew namely because the sci-fi aesthetic meant clean and form fitting garments, which DANG are hard to do on dolls.

[laugtherhyena]

Redraw/Remake of this beast

Been wanting to do my spin on this silly ass little sprite of her ever since i saw it while watching Weeby's playthrough

Here's some additional versions too (transparent + no text)

[azuzula]

Monster High March Day 2 - Fangtastic 🦇

Nothing more fangtastic than a day at the Maul!

[katieaki]

I’ve been a little artistically stuck, so I made a little Lou paper doll. We have:

1) the base

2) normal cowgirl

3) cowgirl w chaps

4) her sickbed outfit from the latest update

[raggydollsscreenshots]

Posting screenshots from The Raggy Dolls every day until ITV puts it on ITVX: Day 76: