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Let her sleep, for when she wakes, she will SHAKE the world.

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words we can’t take back | b. barnes

masterlist | pt.2

summary: after a mission gone wrong, bucky lashes out, leaving y/n hurt by his harsh words. now drowning in guilt, bucky must find a way to apologize before it’s too late, but y/n isn’t ready to forgive so easily. can he fix what’s been broken?

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: angst, emotional distress, heartbreak, toxic relationship dynamics, arguments, mention of mental health struggles, potential triggers related to emotional abuse, strong language, and feelings of inadequacy.

word count: 5.9k

The mission had been a disaster from the start. Tension crackled in the air, the kind that always seemed to precede trouble. Bucky Barnes felt it in his bones, a tightness that grew with every wrong turn. It had been a simple extraction, but when they walked into a trap, chaos erupted. The sounds of gunfire ricocheted around him, the explosions reverberating through his chest like a war drum, drowning out his thoughts. But when he glanced at you—his partner, his anchor—something twisted in his gut.

In the aftermath, the wreckage of what had gone wrong stretched before him. Bodies lay scattered, their lifeless forms stark against the smoky haze, and the acrid scent of burning metal stung his nostrils. You stood there, bruises marring your skin, and your eyes, once sharp and defiant, now dulled by exhaustion. Bucky had seen too much, been through too much, and the anger inside him simmered, ready to boil over. How could this have gone so wrong?

“What the hell were you thinking?” he snapped, his voice a harsh whip in the stillness. His jaw was clenched, and his glare could’ve burned holes into you. “You almost got yourself fucking killed, you know that?”

Your breath caught, heart sinking at the venom in his tone. “I was doing my job, Bucky. I thought you had my back.”

“Had your back?” He stepped closer, fists clenching at his sides, every muscle taut with pent-up fury. The adrenaline from the fight morphed into something more destructive. “You’re a goddamn liability! You keep throwing yourself into danger like you can’t be hurt. What the hell is wrong with you?”

The words hit you like a punch, each one a jagged edge cutting deeper than the last. You could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on you, suffocating. “I didn’t ask for a babysitter,” you shot back, bitterness lacing your voice. “Maybe I’m the one who should be questioning if you’re fit to be my partner!”

Bucky’s expression hardened, eyes narrowing like a predator’s. This isn’t just about the mission, he thought, grappling with the frustration of watching you walk into danger. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have to worry about saving your ass all the damn time. If I wanted to deal with this shit, I’d find someone who actually knew how to handle themselves. I’m sick of dragging you through every godforsaken fight!”

Every accusation felt like a dagger, twisting in the wound he had just opened. You could see the pain and anger simmering in his eyes, but it was all directed at you. “You think I wanted this? I’m not the one who fucked up in the field! I thought we were a team!”

His laugh was bitter, devoid of humor, echoing against the wreckage around you. “Team? That’s a joke. You don’t get to call it a team when I’m the one stuck cleaning up your shit. I’m done with it. You’re not my equal; you’re just a goddamn burden.”

The air grew thick with tension, and you fought back tears, the tremor in your hands betraying you. “Maybe I should just leave, then,” you said, voice trembling but defiant. “If I’m such a problem, why don’t you find someone who doesn’t drag you down?”

The silence that followed was deafening. You turned away, trying to keep your composure, but you could feel his gaze burning into your back—a mix of anger and something softer, more vulnerable, that he refused to acknowledge. His heart pounded as the realization hit him: I pushed her away when she needed me the most. What the hell was I thinking?

As you walked away, the weight of his words hung heavily in the air between you, suffocating. Each step felt like a fracture in your heart, the distance growing more unbearable with every inch. Bucky stood there, feeling the echoes of his harshness fill the void where your connection once thrived. The realization settled in, and he knew this wasn’t over. How the hell do I fix this?

But as the dust settled around him, all he could feel was emptiness, a tidal wave of regret crashing over him, leaving him alone in the aftermath of his own making.

Days blurred together into an indistinguishable mess. The tension between you and Bucky hung thick in the air, suffocating, wrapping around him like a vice grip. He paced the empty halls of the compound, the rhythmic echo of his boots against the cold metal floors mirrored the chaos in his mind. Each step felt heavier than the last, a relentless reminder of the moment that played on a loop in his head—the hurt in your eyes when his careless words had cut deep.

Memories flooded back: your laughter in the training room, the way you encouraged him during his darkest moments. He had crossed a line he never intended to, letting his anger spew out like poison, each word a dagger aimed straight at your heart. Guilt clawed at him, a beast gnawing at his insides, turning his stomach into knots. Every time he caught a glimpse of you, it felt like a punch to the gut, the weight of regret settling like a stone in his chest.

The silence of the compound was palpable, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. He’d find you in the training room, pouring every ounce of your energy into your workout, the fierce determination radiating off you like a fire. Your tear-streaked face haunted him, a ghost he couldn’t shake. You weren’t just a teammate; you were everything to him. The thought of losing you felt like ice water dousing his heart, leaving him gasping for air, desperate to rewind time.

“Hey, Buck,” Sam said one day, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, the faint scent of sweat and metal mingling in the air. “You good, or are you just gonna sulk like an old man all day?”

“Yeah, sure,” Bucky shot back, the lie tasting bitter on his tongue, his eyes averted. He could feel Sam’s scrutinizing gaze piercing through his façade.

“Seriously, man, you think I can't see through that? There’s a damn storm brewing in that head of yours,” Sam pressed, his tone a mix of concern and teasing familiarity. “You gotta talk to her. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. It’s like watching a damn dog chase its own tail—ain’t gonna end well, and I’m not about to sit here and watch you make a mess of it.”

Bucky nodded, but the weight of his guilt felt like chains wrapped tight around his heart, squeezing the air from his lungs. What the hell could he even say? The fear of facing you loomed larger than any mission he’d ever tackled—a monster lurking in the shadows, making him feel weak and exposed. He clenched his fists, jaw tightening, as he fought against the rising tide of anxiety.

Closing his eyes, he leaned against the wall, fighting the urge to scream. He remembered how you had stood by him, even when the nightmares clawed at him in the night. You deserved better than his careless words, better than the pain he had caused. The metallic scent of sweat mixed with the lingering aroma of stale coffee filled the air, reminding him of the countless nights spent together, talking and laughing. Those memories felt like a beacon, drawing him closer to the confrontation he dreaded yet craved.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, pushing off the wall, each step toward you heavy with uncertainty. His heart raced as he imagined your reaction—would you forgive him? The thought of laying his broken heart bare to you, the one person who meant everything, filled him with dread and hope.

As he approached, the distance between you felt like a chasm. He was ready to confront the mess he’d made, but the fear of your disappointment loomed over him like a dark cloud. Sam watched him go, shaking his head with a faint smile, knowing his friend was finally stepping up to make things right.

It was time to face the music, to turn back the clock on the mistakes he had made. The symbol of his guilt—the small, worn-out dog tag you had given him before a particularly tough mission—burned in his pocket, a constant reminder of the bond he desperately wanted to restore.

In that moment, he knew he had to find the courage to bridge the gap between them, to reclaim what was lost before it slipped through his fingers forever.

After what felt like a damn eternity, Bucky finally gathered the guts to knock on your door. Each knock echoed in the silence, a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between you two. He stood there, heart pounding, fists clenched, feeling the weight of guilt that had settled in his chest like lead. Memories flooded his mind—your laughter during training sessions, quiet moments together in the compound, and the way your smile had once lit up even the darkest days. It all felt so far away now, a reminder of how easily he could lose it.

“Go away,” you called, your voice muffled but laced with hurt.

“Y/N,” he pleaded, desperation creeping into his tone. “I need to talk. Just… let me in, alright?” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his mind racing with all the things he wanted to say but couldn’t quite grasp.

Silence hung in the air like a noose, heavy and suffocating. Each second stretched into an eternity, amplifying the tension until, finally, the door creaked open just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your face—red and puffy from tears, eyes shadowed with pain. It felt like a punch to the gut.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you said coldly, arms crossed defensively, trying to shield yourself from the storm he had caused.

“I know. I messed up,” he replied, his voice thick with regret. He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. “And I can’t—” He faltered, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. “I can’t take back what I said. I was scared, and I lashed out. You mean too damn much to me for that. Just… let me explain.”

You stepped back, letting him in but hesitating, your anger and hurt crackling in the air like static electricity. Bucky could feel the tension radiating off you, could see how you trembled with barely contained rage. The faint hum of the compound’s machinery buzzed in the background, underscoring the silence between you.

“Bucky, you can’t just waltz in here and throw around apologies like they’re candy. It’s not that fucking simple,” you said, your voice shaking as emotions boiled over. “Do you even get what your words did to me? They cut deeper than you can imagine.”

The memories of your last argument flashed in his mind—how he had yelled, how his words had sliced through the fragile trust you had built. He could still hear your voice trembling, see the hurt in your eyes. It haunted him.

“I know it’s not,” he said, voice rising as frustration bubbled to the surface. “But you have to understand—I never meant to hurt you. I was scared as hell of losing you. I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I took it out on you. I thought I could keep you safe, but I fucking failed, and I can’t live with that.” He avoided your gaze, staring at the floor, ashamed of the turmoil he had caused.

You turned your gaze away, fury igniting. “You think being scared gives you the right to hurt me? Those words stick with you. They don’t just disappear because you suddenly want to make things right. You shattered something in me, Bucky, and you expect me to just let it go?” The air was thick with the weight of your words, each one a dagger aimed at his heart.

“I know,” he said, his voice cracking under the weight of his regret. “I’m not gonna pretend this doesn’t matter. I want to make things right. You’re not just some partner in this crazy shit; you’re everything to me. I’m so damn sorry, Y/N.”

A heavy silence fell between you, thick with unprocessed emotions. Tears glistened in your eyes, anger mixed with pain as you struggled to hold back the flood. Bucky could see your fingers trembling, as if you were fighting against the urge to reach out for him, to seek comfort from the very person who had hurt you.

“You’re sorry? That’s it? Do you think that’s enough? You can’t just toss around ‘I’m sorry’ and act like everything’s fine! Do you have any idea what it feels like to have the person you love turn on you like that?”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond, but the truth of your feelings hit him like a freight train. It shattered him, the realization crashing down harder than any blow he’d ever taken. “I didn’t mean to fuckin’ hurt you like that. I—”

“Didn’t mean to?” you snapped, frustration boiling over. “But you did! You meant every single word when you said I wasn’t enough! It’s like a poison, Bucky! Every time I look in the mirror, I see your words haunting me!”

“Y/N…” he pleaded, stepping closer, but you backed away, shaking your head fiercely. The space between you felt like an insurmountable chasm, filled with hurt and distrust.

“No! You don’t get to touch me. Not after what you said. I don’t want your pity. I want my trust back! I want to feel safe with you again, but how the hell can I when you’ve torn me apart like this?” The pain in your voice twisted like a knife in his gut.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he begged, desperation bleeding through his words. “I can give you space. I’ll listen—just don’t shut me out. I can’t lose you.” He reached out, almost instinctively, but stopped short, respecting your boundary. The small bracelet you used to wear, the one he had given you, lay forgotten on the table—its absence felt like a symbol of the trust now shattered between you.

“Maybe… maybe I need time,” you finally said, voice soft but resolute, tears spilling down your cheeks. “I can’t keep waiting for you to figure out how to treat me with the love and respect I deserve. I can’t be your punching bag.”

“Take all the time you need,” he replied, his heart sinking deeper. “I’ll be right here, waiting for you. Just… I hope you can find it in you to forgive me.” His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears of a future without you.

You nodded slowly, the weight of the moment hanging heavily between you. Bucky turned to leave, each step dragging him down like a lead weight. The distant sounds of the compound faded as he walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He wanted to scream, to punch the walls, to erase the hurt, but he knew he had to be patient. You needed time, and he would wait, even if it felt like forever.

As he walked away, the door closing behind him, Bucky felt a hollow ache settle in his chest—a deep emptiness that screamed for your forgiveness, for your presence. But he also knew he deserved the pain, the anguish he had caused. The only thing that mattered now was making things right, even if it took an eternity.

Days turned into weeks, and Bucky kept his distance, lurking on the edges of your life like a goddamn ghost. He was always there, a shadow in the background, never truly present, waiting for the moment you’d find it in yourself to forgive him. It was a tormenting cycle for him, hanging around the periphery of your world, the weight of his own mistakes bearing down like an anchor. He often caught himself recalling the laughter you once shared, memories of late-night talks and quiet moments that now felt like a distant dream. Those memories twisted in his gut as he watched you from afar, stealing glances during training, his gaze lingering near the kitchen where you used to share coffee and laughter, searching for a connection that felt like it was slipping through his fingers. But every time he made a move, the pain in your eyes sent him retreating, a constant reminder of the hurt he’d caused and the love that now felt so fragile.

One evening, the hum of the common room enveloped you, filled with the clatter of dishes and faint laughter from the team, but all you could focus on was the ache in your heart. You were scrolling through your phone, desperately trying to distract yourself when Bucky appeared in the doorway, hesitant and guarded. Your heart clenched at the sight of him—a mix of longing and sorrow flooding you, drowning out the world around you.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and rough, as if he was still wrestling with the demons of his past.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice flat, a careful mask of strength concealing the turmoil inside. You wanted to scream, to let him know how much his presence hurt, but part of you still craved the warmth he brought.

“Can we talk?” His words hung in the air like a fragile lifeline, one you weren’t sure you could grab onto.

You nodded, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on you. “Make it quick,” you shot back, your tone sharper than intended, trying to keep the emotions at bay.

He stepped closer, eyes searching yours with a desperation that twisted your gut. “I need to say it again—for everything. I know it doesn’t mean much after the shit I pulled, but I swear I’m trying to fix this. I’m really working on myself.” As he spoke, he clenched his fists, fingers digging into his palms, a physical manifestation of the guilt that gnawed at him. “I just… I can’t keep running from this. I need you to know that.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the pressure of his words weighing down on you. “I’m trying to work through it, Bucky. But I can’t pretend everything’s fine just because you say you’re sorry.”

“I don’t expect you to,” he said, frustration cracking his calm facade. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, unable to meet your gaze. “But you need to understand how damn much you mean to me. I can’t lose you, Y/N. I won’t let that happen.”

Your heart ached at his confession, but anger flared within you. “You hurt me, Bucky. You can’t just wipe that away with a few nice words.”

“I know, I know! I’m fucking sorry, alright?” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal, the sound of his footsteps echoing off the walls. “I didn’t mean it. I was scared, and I lashed out. But you’ve gotta see how much I regret it, damn it!”

“Scared?” you spat, bitterness thick in your voice. “You don’t get to use your fear as an excuse for the pain you caused me!”

“Then what the hell do you want from me?” His voice rose, desperation lacing every word. “You’re acting like I’m a goddamn ghost! I’m right here, trying to fix this!”

“Because I need to protect myself!” you yelled back, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Every time I try to forgive you, you mess it up again! I can’t trust you when you keep hurting me!”

The silence that followed felt like a chasm between you, both of you breathing heavily, emotions spiraling out of control. Bucky’s shoulders sagged, the weight of your words crushing him. He thought of the little trinket you gave him once, a small metal star—a reminder of a bond that felt irreparably broken.

“I fucking hate this,” he admitted, his voice cracking, tears shimmering in his eyes. “I hate that I hurt you. I hate that no matter how hard I try, I can’t fix this. You mean everything to me, and it feels like I’m losing you more and more every damn day.” His gaze flickered to the floor, and for a moment, he was just a man haunted by his past, the soldier who had lost so much.

Your heart shattered at the sight of him, raw vulnerability spilling out. “You don’t get to say that after everything. You’ve made me feel worthless, like my feelings don’t matter. I can’t keep letting you walk all over me and expect everything to be okay.”

“I don’t want to fucking hurt you!” he cried, frustration and anguish battling within him. “I never asked for this! I just… sometimes I don’t know how to be better, okay?” He clenched his jaw, fighting against the tears that threatened to spill.

“Then you need to figure it out!” you screamed, your voice trembling with pain. “I can’t keep waiting for you to get it right while I’m left feeling broken!”

As your words hung in the air, the truth of your reality crashed over you both. The love you once shared felt suffocated by the shadows of anger and disappointment. You were both drowning in a sea of sorrow, hearts beating in sync but desperately out of tune.

Bucky stood there, shattered, eyes glistening with unshed tears, as you turned away, the battle within you raging. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unprocessed emotions, and for the first time, the thought of walking away felt more appealing than the pain of staying. But just as you took a step, a sliver of hope flickered in your chest—a feeling that perhaps this confrontation could lead to a path forward.

“Y/N…” he started, voice thick with heartbreak, but his words got lost in the chasm of hurt between you, leaving only a haunting silence in their wake. Yet somewhere deep within, the possibility of healing lingered, waiting for the courage to break through.

Weeks dragged on in the compound, each day feeling like a storm brewing just beneath the surface. The faint hum of machinery surrounded you, a constant reminder of the tension in the air. Despite Bucky’s promises to change, shadows of his past returned, casting a gloom that enveloped you both. Memories of laughter and shared moments felt like distant echoes now, buried under the weight of unspoken words and unresolved conflicts. You tiptoed around him, hyper-aware that every little thing could set off alarms in your mind.

The moment of impact came like a bullet, unexpected and cruel. During a mission briefing, Bucky’s voice cut through the air like glass shattering.

“Why the hell can’t you just focus?” he snapped, eyes ablaze with fury that had nothing to do with you, yet somehow landed squarely on your chest. The air felt heavy, thick with the scent of sweat and metal, making it hard to breathe. “You’re not some damn rookie! You should know better than this by now!”

“Bucky, I—”

“Just shut the hell up!” he roared, the words echoing off the walls, raw and menacing. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening as he struggled to contain the storm inside. “You’re making this way harder than it needs to be!”

Each word felt like a blow, carving deeper into your heart. This wasn’t a new dance; it was an exhausting routine, and the suffocating weight of your shared history felt more unbearable than ever. You remembered the moments when he had opened up, how he had let you in, but they felt like faint memories now. “Maybe you should take a good, hard look in the mirror,” you shot back, your voice shaky with a mix of hurt and anger. “I’m not the one with the issue here.”

He glared at you, frustration boiling over, muscles tense, jaw clenched tight. You could see the flicker of his inner turmoil, the fear of losing you clawing at his composure. “You keep pulling this shit! It’s like you can’t see past your own damn feelings! Just focus on the mission for once!”

Your chest tightened, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I’m not your damn punching bag, Bucky,” you said, voice breaking under the weight of raw emotion. “You can’t keep exploding at me and expect me to take it like it’s nothing. I’m sick of this!”

“Maybe if you actually gave a damn about the mission instead of whining about your feelings, we wouldn’t be in this mess!” His words cut deeper than you thought possible, and you recoiled as if slapped. You remembered the way he used to care, how he used to fight for every person he loved, and it stung even more to see him like this.

“I care, Bucky!” you cried, tears spilling over as you fought to hold it together. “But it’s hard to keep my head in the game when I’m constantly worried about when you’ll blow up at me next! You say you’re trying, but nothing changes! It feels like I don’t even matter to you anymore!”

For a moment, his expression shifted, a flicker of regret flashing across his face, but the damage was done. “You think this is easy for me?” he shouted, voice raw and desperate, filled with unfiltered anguish. “I’m trying to be better, but you keep dragging me back into this shit!” You could see the pain behind his bravado, the memories of his past haunting him, and it broke your heart.

“Don’t act like I’m the fucking problem!” you yelled, heart racing as reality crashed down around you. “I’m not the one who can’t confront his demons! You push me away and then blame me for not being there when you do!”

Pain flickered in Bucky’s eyes, the cracks in his stoic facade deepening. “You’re right,” he admitted, voice shaking, the weight of his confession crushing him. “I don’t know how to deal with this… how to deal with you. I’m scared shitless of losing you, and honestly, I don’t know if I can fix it.” The vulnerability in his voice was a fragile thread, hanging in the air, and you felt a flicker of hope amidst the chaos.

“Then maybe you need to sort your shit out,” you replied, heart breaking as you watched his despair unfold. “I can’t keep waiting for you to figure it out while I’m left feeling shattered.” You recalled the shared moments, the promises made, and the weight of them felt unbearable now.

Silence fell, thick with the unsaid and unresolved. You were both drowning in a sea of sorrow, love suffocating under the weight of his rage and your hurt. Bucky’s shoulders sagged as he stepped back, the chasm between you widening, feeling more insurmountable than ever.

“I can’t keep doing this,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face, anguish spilling over. “It’s killing me.” The vulnerability hung heavy between you, and for a fleeting moment, you saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

His breath hitched, and he looked like he might reach for you, but the distance remained unbridgeable, a stark reminder of everything that felt lost. Yet, beneath it all, a small part of you held onto the hope that one day, you could navigate the darkness together.

The clash felt inevitable, like a storm building for days, ready to break over the fragile space between you and Bucky. The tension in the air was suffocating, each breath heavy with unspoken anger and hurt. You stood in the middle of the training room, fists clenched, trying to hold yourself together. Across from you, Bucky stood rigid, muscles taut, his hands balled into fists. The weights he had been using moments earlier now lay forgotten on the floor, a sharp reminder of the growing chasm between you.

The silence was unbearable. Then, without warning, Bucky's voice cut through the room like a blade. “Can you just—stop fucking around? You think this is a game?” His voice cracked, but his anger was palpable, radiating from him in waves as he hurled the weights down with a force that rattled through the room, the echo reverberating like a punch to the gut.

You flinched at the sound, the weight of his words hitting you just as hard. “Maybe if you’d stop yelling for one second, you’d see I’m trying!” Your voice shook, barely holding steady under the pressure. You were trembling, the knot of frustration and hurt in your chest threatening to unravel completely.

Bucky’s eyes darkened. “Damn it, you’re not trying hard enough!” he snapped, his fists tightening at his sides, knuckles white. His voice—usually so steady—was strained now, as though he was fighting to keep control. The anger in his tone felt like a punch, but you could see the tremble in his hands, the way his jaw clenched so tight you thought it might crack.

The sting of his words twisted in your chest. You could feel the pressure building in your throat, choking you with the weight of unspoken feelings. “I’m trying, Bucky. But it’s never enough for you, is it?” you said, the words tasting bitter in your mouth, laced with all the exhaustion you’d tried to suppress.

His face contorted in anger, but for a brief second, you saw something deeper flicker in his eyes—something haunted. You recognized that look. It was the same one he wore when he woke up from nightmares, drenched in sweat, guilt seeping from every pore. But it vanished just as quickly as it appeared, swallowed by his fury. “Get your shit together,” he snapped, voice low and intense. “I’m not your babysitter. You really think I can hold your hand through every goddamn thing?” His voice wavered, but he squared his shoulders, hiding the vulnerability underneath. “You want to survive? Toughen the hell up or get out of my way.”

“Then maybe you should just go!” The words burst out before you could stop them, raw and jagged, cutting through the tension. You hated how sharp your voice sounded, like a part of you was shattering with every syllable.

For a split second, his expression faltered—just long enough for you to see the crack in his defenses, the fear creeping in behind the anger. But the moment passed, and his face hardened once more, the distance between you widening.

“Enough is enough, Bucky.” Your voice trembled as you blinked back the tears threatening to spill over. “I can’t keep doing this. I’m tired of forgiving you just so you can hurt me again.” Each word felt like a physical wound, reopening scars you thought had healed.

Bucky’s hands dropped to his sides, but his fists remained clenched. “You’re being dramatic,” he muttered, turning his gaze away as though refusing to face the weight of your words. “I'm pushing you because you damn well need to be better. I can't afford to lose you.”

There it was. The fear he refused to name. He was terrified of losing you, but he couldn’t say it. Not out loud. So instead, he buried it under anger, under demands that pushed you further away.

“You twist everything, Bucky,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve tried to be there for you, to understand you—but I can’t keep pretending that this is okay. I can’t be the person you take everything out on.”

His jaw tightened, but his hands trembled at his sides. “You don’t get it,” he said, voice quieter now, almost broken. “I’m trying to protect you. I just… I don’t know how to do this without pushing people away. I’m not good at this shit.”

“And what do you think you’re doing right now?” you asked, your heart aching. “You’re pushing me away, and I’m too tired to hold on.”

The silence that followed was deafening, thick with the weight of unsaid things. Bucky’s breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. The echo of the weights hitting the ground earlier still rang in your ears, a haunting reminder of how quickly things had spiraled.

You took a deep breath, feeling the chill of the room settle into your bones, as if the air itself was colder now, heavier. “I feel invisible, Bucky,” you whispered, your voice cracking with the weight of your confession. “Like I’m just a shadow, someone to absorb your anger when things get too hard. I can’t live like this anymore.”

Bucky’s eyes widened for a moment, and his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for you but couldn’t. His lips parted, but no words came. His shoulders slumped slightly, a tiny surrender in the face of your pain.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and desperate now. “Y/N, don’t do this,” His voice cracked, but his body was still tense, like he was holding something back—something he couldn’t quite bring himself to admit. “You don’t need to make this harder than it already is.”

“I don’t want to walk away, Bucky. But I have to, for my own sanity,” you said, stepping back as if putting physical distance between you would somehow make it easier.

He reached out, his hand hovering in the air between you, unsure. “Damn it,” he rasped. “I’m trying, okay? I need you to believe me.”

“It’s too late for that,” you whispered, your heart breaking at the sight of him so vulnerable, so raw. His hand dropped, and the space between you felt like a canyon now, too wide to cross.

Bucky’s breath hitched, his gaze dropping to the floor as though he couldn’t bear to look at you anymore. He clenched his fists again, nails biting into his palms. The weight of his guilt was suffocating, and you could see it in the way his shoulders sagged, the way his eyes dimmed with the realization that he had pushed you too far.

The room felt too quiet, the air thick with the aftermath of your words. You could feel the memory of every touch, every smile, every moment of laughter between you two slipping away like sand through your fingers. There was a photo—one he had kept tucked away in his jacket—of the two of you on a day when everything had felt perfect. He had carried it with him, a reminder of what he was trying to protect. But now, it felt like just another symbol of something irreparable.

“I loved you,” you whispered, stepping back one final time, tears blurring your vision as you turned toward the door. “But I deserve better.”

“Y/N!” His voice broke, desperate, as he took a step toward you, hand outstretched. His body was trembling now, fear etched into every line of his face. “Don’t fucking walk away from me! I can change. I swear, I can be better for you!”

You hesitated, your back to him, feeling the weight of his plea. For a moment, you almost turned back. Almost. But the words he had said still hung heavy in the air between you. And you knew—deep down—that you couldn’t survive this cycle anymore.

As you walked away, the echo of his voice followed you, the pain lacing each syllable a reminder of what could have been. But you didn’t stop. The silence after you left was deafening, and it swallowed Bucky whole, leaving him alone with his regrets, the weight of his own mistakes pressing down on him like a physical force.

He watched the door close behind you, his heart sinking with the realization that he had lost you. And for the first time, he didn’t know how to fix it.

[liteyagummy]

TW: cnc, toxic relationship, overprotective dabi!!mature audience!! dominance, swearing, nsfw !!, fem y/n (no body type specified )

ignore any typos i apologize (kiri update at the end!!)

inspired by the Please Please Please music video by Sabrina Carpenter

a sigh escaped your lips as you tilted your head up looking to your cell mates. it was a friday night around 12 midnight before the club had even started really everything got called off because of a fight at the bar and you’d just so happened to be sitting next to the girls. now all three of you sat in a holding cell

“ Y/LN” you looked to the woman at the outside of the cell “you’ve been bailed out, go up to the man at the window and collect your items.” she said coldly as if she hated her job which.. real.

you stood up a smile tugging your lips a bit as you wave to your ‘new friends’ and left as you walked to the man in the window a blue flash of fire and a wave a heat hitting your eyes and body at the same time passing you in cuffs there he was.. a man in black grunge clothing, the smell of charred cotton with a hint of burned leather, strangely it wasn’t an unpleasant scent to touch both lock eyes

as he walks the officer has him in cuffs “ okay dabi make this easy for me.” the cop said as he walked the male past

dabi winked at you after looking you up and down almost undressing you with his eyes in just those few seconds you blushed “dabi…?” your mind seemed to take note of that name all on its own as you grabbed your items and ran to your best friend excitedly “ did you see that guy??” you whispered

momo perked up as she saw her friend was perfectly fine “ well, im not to sure the prison cells are the best place to find your forever husband y/n..” she guided her friend out faster seeing as the cops might have a problem with how she parked..

you tumbled to Yaoyorozu’s car and got in thanking her for bailing you out in the midst of explaining the whole night to her, you snapped your seatbelt on as she drove to your place you look out the window thinking for a minute.. you should’ve stayed and tried to fight out at least what were his charges..” you huffed “his name was dabi i think.. or at least that’s what the cop said momo side eyed you as the car came up on a red light

“as in.. Dabi- Touya Todoroki??” she raised a brow “y/n- that guys a villain one of the worst out there he works with-“ she shook her head “ he works with the league do you know how many times UA had to fight that guy” she face plamed but all you could understand was she knew who his was, his full name even you smiled “Touya”you whisper under your breath

as Yaoyorozu dropped you off you hugged her “i’ll text you okay? i’m gonna completely make up for this” you said as you got out and yaoyorozu knew you would that’s why she didn’t really have a problem with bailing you out only your safety was her concern, after a bit more longer of the goodbyes she drove off as you went in the house and locked the doors

you groaned going straight to your shower and starting off ending the night

as the morning light beamed through your bedroom you sat up rubbing your eyes and rolling over to check your phones notifications, you see toga had texted back.. see you never went to UA nor did you ever want to be a hero so you didn’t really choose sides when it came down to it.. you had friends on both sides but would never do anything to betray anyone

you had texted her last night before you hit your bed and passed out.. it all worked out because she replied the next morning anyways you texted back as you were gonna start getting ready then asked for the address, as you turned your phone off you got up and got ready for your day you came out in your pretty outfit fitting your aesthetic perfectly again 2-0

you walked to grab your car keys and wallet checking your phone and being curious about not having the address yet after all that time.. “damn toga, i didn’t pin you to be a bad texter” you mumbled as there was a knock at the door

walking to the door you hear two voices.. you open it confusedly “ hi y/n!” a familiar pink cheeked face hugged you, she hugged directly into your chest laying her head on your tits “ wish i had some this big” she pouted, as she started to think about how they would look with a few drops of blood on them

you knew that look, you grew to have to watch out for it when with toga, you snapped your fingers a few times “ toga don’t even go there” you reminded she pouted “fine..” she huffed “i brought dabi along with me since you seemed to want to figure something out about him?

“HUH??” you said not expecting to see the taller male step through your doorway “ and by brought me with her she means she had no other ride.”

toga looked to dabi slowly “ho is you coo?”

toga shook her head and sighed “ while that’s true, y/n also was asking about you last night so it just seemed to fit y’know??” she shrugged as she looked around “ oh wow y/n!” she said as she gave herself a tour of your home, you weren’t too worried about her no your attention was to the man infront of you slowly closing your door “is that so..“ dabi mumbled but you caught it

“w-“ you paused “ not really i was just- curious about.. um- the.. jail.. mates?” you tried to lie and horribly failed

he chuckled “well if you’re that interested i can tell you all about the interesting people i met in Solitary confinement.”

“as.. FUN as that sounds- we’re doing a girl day dabi so either put on this cute matching bow i got the three of us or kick rocks” toga said as she came back interrupting the conversation and holding up a pretty crimson red bow it matched her outfit meanwhile it stuck out like a sore thumb on dabi

you snickered as you took the bow “ yeahhh wear the pretty bow” you said as you clipped yours in your hair and waited for dabi to take his, he rolled his eyes

“im not wearing a bow.” he said bluntly as he put his arm behind his head rubbing the back of his neck “especially not red.” he shook his head

toga scoffed as she put it on his head he tried pushing her hands but she was far too quick and before he knew it he had a little clip bow in his hair , he raised his hand to incinerate it but toga stared at him as he did

you just watched all of this go down and shook your head holding your phone up and snapping a picture “might aswell wear it all day, we already have picture proof that it happened “ you shook your phone and he groaned loudly “can we just go.” he said as he opened and walked out the door he had JUST closed going to his car as toga followed along skipping “ y/n you can get in the front!!”

you nodded as you locked your door and went to get in the front “ can we stop by the address i sent you” she told dabi as she laid down in the backseat waiting for the car to move, he rolled his eyes and pulled off being the reckless driver he was there was a few.. concerns but you kept them to yourself.. but dabi must’ve picked up on the nervous feeling because he started to ease up with the lane switches and speeding

as they arrived to the place where toga wanted to go, she smiled and hopped right out, it was a house.. strange you didn’t get out because who the fucks house was this? were you even supposed to get out..

toga went and knocked on the door, a male opened the door and she happily went inside, hours passed, occasionally you’d see toga in the windy talking to the man- she’d be in different clothes at one point after you’d been waiting hours in the car with dabi.. completely silent

he scoffed starting the car up “ we’re not gonna wait for her to be done with her boy toy.. you hungry?” he asked as you looked at him “starving.” you said dead serious which almost caused him to laugh, he put in somewhere on the gps and started to drive again

a short ride later.. you both arrived at a soba place you thought about it, have you ever had soba?.. you opened your door and got out looking around and stretching “i never want to spend three hours in a still car EVER again” you shook your head

“ so much for your girls day” he said as he closed the car door and locked it and motioned you to walk with him and so you did.. going in you look around the place was pretty busy but nothing too crazy dabi went up and talked with the man that helped with the seating the host then grabbed two menus and walked you and dabi to your booth you weren’t expecting to eat in.. it felt a little more intimate than you’d expected your nerves coming back as you both sat down, you looked at the menu but dabi didn’t he already knew what he wanted he just waited on you.. and as he did he again started undressing you with his eyes, the look he was giving you made your body heat up you hoped you could keep calm “h-“ you cleared your voice as the male worker walked over to take orders, dabi let you go first “i’ll have the chicken soba with a glass of iced tea “ you said as you looked up at the waiter and smiled, he nodded as you looked at you blushing a bit at the sudden warmth you’d emitted “r-right then for you?” he turned to dabi who started to scowl, he noticed that little moment you both had, he closed his eyes keeping his calm “ill have a order of the cold soba.. and a water “ he said and the waiter noticed the differences in energy he was conflicted on how to speak to dabi so he just quickly nodded then walked off to the kitchen

“why were you looking like that to that man” you asked as you put your menu ontop of dabi’s as dabi scoffed “ why were YOU looking like that to him” he let his eyes wonder off as he spoke, this surprised you, you didn’t think you had looked at anyone any type of way but.. who knows-

later on your and dabi’s food had come to the table he was quick to dig in, you shook your head following right after him shame on toga for leaving you guys like that.. she still hadn’t called or texted you both would’ve been skeletons by now

you finish your food minutes after dabi and get your wallet “ you’re good” he looked at your hands reaching for your wallet as he stood up “ come on” he motioned for u to follow.. you were confused but did

dabi went to the back of the restaurant deeply into hidden halls as he held you close you were so wrapped up in the fact that dabi was holding onto you.. it clouded your mind until you both got into a dark room, the lights flicked on and there was a few other men sitting one sat at a desk the rest sat on couches and stood in the back, it all clicked in your mind after dabi talked to the men for a while “ wai-“ before you could even get out a fight broke out dabi against the seven men you covered your ears and turned towards the door

—end—

well that was four years ago. you thought about that day as you sighed slipping your shoes on and grabbing the car keys, ironically they were the keys to the same car dabi drove when you first went out you walked to the car and gently patted it “ alright let’s go get daddy from work.” you said snarkily to the car getting in and taking a drive rubbing the temples of your head you arrived at the place of work. you parked the car where you normally did and got out sitting on the hood and waiting. waiting for touya todoroki to be released from the prison. you shook your head as he walked out with a smile towards you coming over pulling your hair a bit tilting your head up to him and he kissing your lips “ there you are doll” he smiled as he embraced you into a hug putting his arms around your body loving the feeling

you loved this man. so of course you kissed and hugged back but.. you made sure to tell him “ dabi you need to slow down.. this is the sixth time this month i’ve had to bail you out. why can’t you just- sit down in the house for a while and be with me??” you asked as you walked to the passenger side and tossed him the keys over the car, he got in opening your door from the inside you rolled your eyes already knowing all this was going in one ear and out the air.. the hot head couldn’t be cooped up in the house even if he tried to comply.

you got in and shut your door putting your seatbelt on, he looked in the backseat you were confused by this but he just put his hand on the back of your seat and reversed looking at what he was doing, he then pulled off quickly already speeding then slid his hand down to your inner thigh and resting it there “dabi!! we’re still in the fucking prison parking lot” you hit his arm with a power packed back hand

he didn’t seem to care if they saw him speeding or not “ i got this relax baby” he said as he finally made his way out of the parking lot

“said by the man who just got bailed out of jail.” you mumbled as you crossed your arms and tilted your head back on the head rest he looked to you seeming to have heard you

“y/n stop acting like you don’t know what i’m trying to do” he said with a soft sigh, his tone wasn’t annoyed or angry.. it was more of sympathetic somehow “im trying to get shit together for us to leave this place. clear my paths off cut some ties to me so we can just disappear.” he eyed you you swear you didn’t even know how he was still driving most of his attention stayed on you “ you know how much i need you y/n. how much i’m in love with you shouldn’t even be a fucking question.” he shook his head as he started to move his hand up and down on your thigh “ i’ll make it up to you” he said as he pulled into a parking garage, reaching into the back, grabbing a bag under the backseat carpet and paying to get in, your eyes widened “what do you have me riding around with in this car??” you asked confusedly

“ it’s better if you don’t know” he said as he drove in the parking garage he drove to the top as the sun started to set he sat the seats back and locked the car doors rolling up the windows and turning the air on high, “get in the back” he said you raised a brow but just did as told “why..” you said as the ringing of a belt buckle being undone filled your ears, that sound alone causing you to throb a bit you let out a little whimper as you closed your legs tightly and blushed looking away

“ don’t get all shy now, weren’t you just popping shit up here? questioning my methods” dabi said as he got in the back with you, he kissed on your neck making sure to put some heat behind his lips, your cold body heating up at the hot kisses they burned but it was a nice tingly feeling.. and even if it wasn’t your adrenaline pumped too fast in this moment to feel it you snaked your arms around his neck as he burned your revealing outfit off his blood getting a bit hot knowing that’s what you wore out the house when he was held up at the prison

“dabi i still have to get out the car don’t burn them..!” he looked at you “lower your tone.” he said as he pinned your arms on the door using his other hand he picked up his dick and let it fing out he’d been hard every since he rubbed on your body.. he took his dick and shoved it in your mouth

“mmhn!!~” you gagged a bit the piercings he had gotten on his cock for a punishment specifically for you to feel. you swirled your tongue as you narrowed your beautiful eyes giving dabi head, you missed him so badly as did your body, you couldn’t help but pull out all the stops to earn his praise, he grunted as you did this, his breathing getting a bit louder as he thrusted his hips in face fucking you and loving the squeeze of your throat when you deepthroated his cock he watched saliva drip from your lips to your bouncing tits he sped up his thrusting just to make them bounce out the bra, as they did to be fair the bra you had on wasn’t supportive just more of pretty

you tried pulling your hands out as he started to heat his hands up and you felt it you knew he’d actually burn you if you didn’t listen, that’s why you had marks now a few times gone a little too long, he would always be so apologetic and stop mid fuck if it actually hurt he’d love on your body as gently as he could for the rest of the night and wrap the wound

but tonight it didn’t seem like he was too focused on burning you too much. a dangerous thing to realize

you sucked harder till he pulled out quickly and let your hands go positioning your body where he wanted you, dabi was no weak man no matter how much you gained or lost your body would still be his to throw around and make happy whenever he pleased

he pushed his dick down as he lined up with your pussy not even taking another second to see if he was properly lined up he slammed his dick in, you cried “ i told you can’t take it all like that!!” you moaned out

“and i don’t give a fuck. you’re gonna stretch to me and take” he lifted up leaning forward using the car door to be his brace “whatever the FUCK.” he pulled back “ i give you!” he shouted as he pounded your pussy no spot left on your walls unpressed or unfucked he made your eyes water and swell with tears with how good it felt

“fuck i swear you’ve gotten tighter.. it’s only been a fucking month!” he fucked you harder with each sentence you just wanted him to stop talking so you could adjust to the speed for a second but you knew he wouldn’t let that happen

he smiled as he leaned forward “what’s my name?” he kissed on your tits putting his head between them using his now free hand to rub and pinch your nipple you tightly closed your eyes as the tears rolled down your cheek”i-it’s touya!~”

dabi slammed harder into you you almost felt him pushing into your womb as you screamed out the windows on the car fogging up “ it’s daddy!!! please not there!!!!~” you begged as your hips said otherwise you fucked dabi back missing the curves of his cock the piercings dragging along inside of you for extra pleasure you couldn’t take it “ dabi stop!!” you cried

“i bet that’s what you moaned when you fucked yourself with that dildo you hid.. or that vibrator you love so much. trying to make it take my fucking place. you think i don’t have cameras at the house?? i’m always watching you baby~” he bit on your nipple softly as you clenched your pussy more on his dick pulling him closer with your legs “ oh daddy!! it could n-never take your place” you whimpered out

you let his fuck his anger, stress and both of your worries into you he’d release it into his cum his kids filling you repeatedly as you bloated you came multiple times on his dick aswell your legs shaking as you stayed in the same spot panting like a dog needing more as you rub your pussy against his lips while he’s laying on your thighs he looks at what you’re doing and happily pushed your legs open and goes to eat you out you grip his hair and pull him to the spots you need him as he had you hitting new notes you didn’t even know you could, everything just felt so sensitive and blissful his tongue moved faster than a vibrator nothing met comparison to him that’s why when you did have him it was hard to stop, he felt the exact same. what with you running around all the time with friends and handling whatever business called for you that day. he hated when you were torn from his arms.. he vowed as he kissed up your cummy pussy “ i’ll be more careful.. i’ll try at least. so i can make it home to you.. and this cum bucket of a pussy” he slapped it and you let a gasp out

you hope he stays true to his word

—part 1– the end

⭐️kiri part 2 will be posted within the next two days!! ⭐️

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Masterlist

Teen Wolf

She looked at me as if there was something worth seeing in me(Theo R.)

I think we lost her(Theo R.)

Because I love you you little piece of shit(Theo R.)

I think we lost her II(Theo Raeken)

Morning Love(smut(Theo R.))

Friends Dont look at friends that way(Malia H.)

You belong with me(Stiles S.)

You're beautiful just the way you are(Stiles S.)

First time you ever listen to me( Sister reader)

You got the devil on your team(Void Stiles)

Maze Runner

He was only 17(Newt)

Marvel

Keep your head up soldier(The Winter Soldier)

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Yandere Klaus Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Multifandom

I don't want to forget

A letter from Y/n to reader

SUPERNATURAL

POV series wich include a mini stories of Winchester little sister reader.

Why and how this is going to go...

⛥⛧Pilot-01x01

part 1

part 2

⛥⛧Flashback series

" flash news. you have a little sister"

"promise you wont leave"

POV: The Winchesters have a little sister 1 2 3

Supernatural masterlist.

STRANGER THINGS

I'm right here (Billy Hargrove)

Requests are open for:

Stranger Things

Narnia

Lort

[maomiieee]

Yandere mafia x reader pt.2

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

You felt scared and paranoid for the past few months. As if someone is watching you. Heck, you don't even feel safe in your own house too. Every night, whenever you were sleeping, you felt someone's lips touched your forehead or your cheek. Even you also felt their lips touched with yours.

You got nightmares every single night of a man who takes you away from your freedom and locks you up.

You had enough. You've gone to police station to report about this person who gets in your room and kiss you while you sleep and they also left presents on your front door. Police didn't believed you as they said it was just someone pranking me.

But next day, you starts getting letters from your secret admire like how peaceful you look while you sleep and how soft and fragile your skin is. You felt chilled down your spine as you read that. You crumbled the letter and throws it away.

Few days later, you started dating a guy who's name is Damien. He's such a sweet guy. He always comforts you whenever you felt scared and paranoid by your secret admire.

Vlad didn't liked that.

He didn't liked other males around you. And YOU'RE DATING A GUY!?!

He can't take this any longer.

HE'LL KILL DAMIEN!!!

Next day, you tried to call Damien but he isn't picking up the phone. So, you goes to his apartment. But you're shocked and scared to see Damien's dead body. You felt grief and sad over Damien's death. Vlad felt irratating as your crying over a lowlive's dead body.

"Tsk, darling don't cry over that lowlife."

He says as he's watching through the cameras. His knuckles turning white in anger as he watches you clinging to Damien's dead body. He's getting more furious as he watch. He's trying to calm himself, but that isn't working.

After you comes back home, you saw a letter on your coffee table as that letter has little bit of...Blood..???

You picks up the letter and starts reading, but your face turns pale when you read that letter..

"My dearest,

Did you liked my gift i gave it to you. That boy wasn't best for you anyway. I'm the better person for you. I'm the best guy you'll ever get. And once i get the right time, i'll take you away from this world. You'll always be with me. You're mine. Only mine! You're mine! You're mine! You're mine! MINE! MINE! MINE! NOBODY WILL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME!!!"

You're terrified. You can't even run away because this guy knows where you live.

What will you choose? Choose your option... A. Run away B. Accept your fate C.kill yourself Or D. -

[arllyyweenie]

Okay so this is my first ever stiles S/Void smut hope you guys enjoy!

Warning:name calling, fingering, pussy licking

word count :1,358

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Ever since you noticed stiles was acting weirder per usual, you have been worried for him. Ever since the pack has told you about the supernatural world and about the Nogitsune it hasn’t left your mind..

Stiles hasn’t left your mind, you’re his best friend and it gives you rights to worry about him. You were walking over to stiles house to check up on him obviously you were on his porch knocking on the door it was night time. At first he didn’t answer. You knock again and he opens the door. “Y/n What are you doing here?” He asked as he stepped aside for you can come inside his house. “You need to tell me what’s going on. I know that your possessed by a fucking 1,000 year old spirt” you said in a worried voice. He softly smiled at you, watching you worried but then his smile dropped when void told him something in his thoughts.

“Can I just. Spend the night here stiles please I need to know your okay.” You said looking at him with your doe eyes that always had him weak to his stomach everytime he looked at you. He started to look at you like he wanted to fuck the shit out of you. Obviously you could tell

But yet didn’t say anything and just ignored it. “Yeah Y/n you can stay” he said smirking at you thinking of all the stuff you guys can do before going to sleep. “Good cause.. I wasn’t gonna take a no for an answer” you said and then walked up stairs to his room. Stiles behind you closing the door and locking it. Then walking up the stairs to his room with you. you guys get inside stiles room he takes off his shirt putting on one of his more comfortable outfits.

you just look at while trying to find what to say to him. "So how are you feeling right now?" you said slowly and quietly. " Im amazing." he said in a raspy tone of voice imaging so many ways of fucking you. "That's good," you said breathing out heavy stiles then passes an oversized shirt to you and pants when he gave you them, you notice something different about him. his eyes they're darker than usual and he looks more tired than he was before. "what's wrong, dove" he said in a low voice you shook your

head "nothing just.. thinking- um we should sleep y'know we got school and a test too..." you said messing up your words a bit. He then just nodded agreeing with you.

Later on around 5am you woke up to stiles standing up above you "stiles what's wrong-" you said before you got interrupted "oh y/n, you know what's happening don't act dumb around me love." he said you then noticed it was stiles who you were talking to but expect it was void.. you gulped you were trying not to make any sudden of movements to make him see your afraid or scared. since you were still laying down he hovered over you, you being on bottom and him on top you can't lie you liked it, in fact it made you feel stuff you haven't felt. "you want to get fucked? huh you little slut" void said as he was teasing you taking off your pants. you breathe out heavily and whine, rocking your hips for any touch you can get from him.

you moaned out since you got a little of his touch "fuck void.." you said moving your hand to his shirt gripping on it. He then starts to move your panties to the side as he spits in his ring and middle finger. He moved his Two fingers close to your mouth. “Spit on them.” He commanded. So you did.. you do it. You spit on his finger and he just smirks at you. He takes his Two fingers and inserts it into your tight wet pussy you moaned softly, his eyes then drift to yours. All you can see is lust in his eyes, craving every inch of your body aswell. "f-fuck.. void" you said in a moan, you softly bit your lip. "You like that don't you? you liked being my little slut..?" he said, thrusting his fingers in and out of you fast. you wanted to say something but couldn't you just moan in response, "Shit am I really that powerful Dove?" He said he leaned into your neck kissing while leaving love bites. you had your eyes closed enjoying each moment you had with him, sure it was wrong but you couldn't help it.

void then started too finger your clit with his thumb and you moaned out loud "fucking shit!" you moaned out loud he then starts thrusting in faster and faster his thumb still circling around your clit as you were chasing your own climax. He starts kissing you everywhere and all over your neck leaving multiple hickeys. "V-void.." you said whining "I know you're close, cum for me let me taste your sweet, sweet cum love" he said as you cum on his fingers you scratch his back obviously he didn't care.. All he wanted was for you to be satisfied with his touch. After that he slips out your fingers and licked you cum "you taste good dove." he said. he then bent down on you to your wet pussy. he kisses your thigh near your pussy then kisses your pussy you moaned again. he starts licking your pussy, near your clit and then slides his tongue inside your pussy. you moan loud "Fuck!" you moaned out loud void then smirks, "you like that dove" he said in a raspy voice. you felt the vibrations by him talking. you start getting close again and grip on his fluffy hair. "fuck void!" you moaned out loud your legs started to shake. without a warning you came on his tongue he licks up your cum and backs up he drifts his eyes up to yours you can see his eyes dark and full of fucking lust. he then takes off his pants you can see a little of precum leaking through his underwear. You can see he was hard.. really hard. He then takes out his underwear and you can see his rock hard 9.6 inches.

you gasped softly at the size, how can all of that fucking fit in your pussy? "Don't worry, dove. it'll fit I'll make sure of it" he said clearing up your thoughts that you were thinking you just nodded.

he jerks himself off near your pussy you wanted his dick so fucking bad. "fuck me please..void" you begged him “ y’know stiles is fighting to take control right now. He wants to be the one fucking you instead of me.. so what do you want dove?” He asked.. you stay quiet for a second “I want you fucking me.” He smirked then pounds into your tight pussy he moaned out. “ fuck y/n I didn’t realize you’ll be this fucking tight” he breathed out.

You ignored what he said and you were a hot moaning mess with him. He loved that he had that much control over you.

He keeps thrusting in and out of you, he almost takes out his length, his tip nearly slipped out your entrance. With that, he rammed back into you roughly not giving a damn if it hurts or not. He placed his hands on your hips pinching the skin there as he continued to thrust into you. “Holy shit!” You screamed out, your legs fully shaking and feeling a tight knot in your stomach void groaning at your walls clenching him. You can feel his cock throb inside of your walls, “go ahead and cum dove” he muttered his voice deep and raspy from having sex.

You obeyed his order and cum around his dick, he then cums in you, making you feel his warm cum.“Don’t think I’m over with you yet love.” Void said as he disappeared in thin air leaving you a mess.

[youaintnothinbuta]

Your Instagram if you were dating Jeremy Jordan ༊*·˚ pt. 2

a/n: got a request for more of these but I can’t find it??? So I hope whoever requested this sees it !

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could you give me...A lift into the air? :3

"Why of courseings!!"

(@novatheassholeofacat for the ask)

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What's your Y/N like?

I... I don't think I've ever met a Y/N before...

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Angels wings watching over her, Pt. 1

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Shuri Udaku x Fem!Reader, Avengers x Fem!Reader

Genre: Sci-fi, angst, a bit of battle scenes, fluff

Warnings: rough language, mention of death, panic, fighting (with hands, not words), Tony has a hard shell, capture and prison cell

Wordcount: 4403

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Summary: Simple day at work, that turns out not so simple as you expected. You were scared for dear life and were basically not yourself until the Avengers come to stop you and in the process of getting better you had the opportunity to meet the queen of Wakanda who is actually a very pretty and genuine girl.

A/n: put my entire ass into the first chapter, ngl. kinda proud of it and I hope you like it too, because there's more badass shit following. ill eventually even create a playlist on Spotify and YouTube for the story. if you like the story, please consider supporting me of leaving me some kind of feedback :) have a lovely evening, morning, noon or night. <3

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Today was a pretty warm day when you got to work at the Hard Rock Café in New York and you saw people rush through the city, even in the subway there was no one relaxed. It might’ve been the weather that made them all feel extra uncomfortable or it was the fact that the attacks on the city accumulated since a few weeks.

Most people were scared for their lives when the evening arrived or heavy and thick layers of clouds appeared on the sky. To say it simple and basic: the battle against Thanos and the blip left scars on everybody, especially on you.

Most of the people came back when Tony sacrified himself just to perform the snap but some didn’t. Why are you asking me? Because some of them died in the time where they’ve been erased from earth.

Your mother, a genius when it came to languages and music, got blipped away too. She wasn’t really old but the doctors diagnosed her with the Huntington’s disease earlier in her life which shortens her lifetime drastically. 

As soon as her daughter, you, were born she checked if you had the same disease but luckily the doctors found nothing, means you’re safe. 

But when she was one of the people that didn’t come back, your dad was devastated. He wasn’t able to speak to you anymore without seeing his wife in you and tearing up. It ended in him, leaving you behind because the memory tore him apart. There was no sleepless night for him and neither was he able to go on with his life, that’s what he wrote in the letter he left for you after you found a nearly empty apartment when you came home from school.

The more important thing is that you were only 17 years old, all on your own. 

Nothing. He left nothing for you, not even money to pay the rent. But your neighbour, a lovely old lady, came to your rescue as she noticed that you were packing your things with the fact in mind that she hasn’t seen your parents in a long time and when you opened up to her, she took you in.

Ever since then, you’ve been living with Mrs. Johnson and worked two jobs while going to college. Julliard was hard to get in but once you settled, life got serious. You spent every day at the conservatory when you weren’t working, unlike today.

Working at the Hard Rock Café gave you the opportunity to promote your music and find friends that love the same thing as you. Working at the bar was one of your favourite job, you’d talk to customers or impress them with throwing bottles around before catching them and mixing their drinks. When you were at work, life was fun.

And as soon as the shift ends, all of the employees that were actual musicians came together and performed things on stage because there was no chance of doing that when they were serving customers.

Sometimes it was hard for you to leave the bar behind, especially when you had no time for working in the next few days and all your co-workers would hug you goodbye. Life was awesome at that point.

When you came home, the first thing you always did was cook. Mrs. Johnson was old and out of respect you couldn’t stop calling her by her surname when you moved in, until she repeatedly said “my child, don’t call me Mrs. Johnson, I’m not that old!” but she indeed was old. Didn’t even tell you her full name, the good old lady. 

Gwendolyn was her name, after all. So you got home and cooked dinner for yourself and Gwendolyn, who reminded you so much of your grandma that you last seen what felt like a decade. Gwenny – that’s what you called her because you took a liking to bad dad jokes – was actually the sister of Katherine Fury.

That’s how you were introduced to Nick. Nick was actually really nice when he talked to Gwendolyn, different than you expected him to be.

People that sat in the Café wore mostly summerly clothing and you wished you’d be able to wear something else than a black button-up and black pants because even though the air condition was on, it was incredibly warm in the building. Was it really warm? Because all your co-workers seemed to be fine and not overall sweaty and hot. What really concerned you were the constant questions if you’re okay and people telling you that you’d look quite pale. 

Even your boss noticed that. And she even dismissed you with the words “go home instead of working when you’re sick.” But you weren’t sick. Were you? No, not that you remembered.

When you hopped on your train it got even weirder. Was it usually this loud on trains? No, it wasn’t. And why were these people talking without even opening their mouths? They weren’t talking. It was all in your head. You hallucinated. Did you? Why were these words so accurate then? A man was talking about that he has to get up because his stop was coming, another one was angry because of his phone and so on and so on. Shit, were these their thoughts? 

Yes, indeed. On your way home your sight became quite blurry and you were constantly overstimulated because there was so much input. Didn’t really end good for you when you passed out in a darker alley.

But when you woke up, you weren’t in the same setting as you remember where you fainted. The dirty and slightly cold street exchanged for a relatively warm and cosy mattress, the fact that your surroundings looked quite like a hospital but way more high-tech and andvanced than the local hospitals could’ve been. 

Slight panic overcame you when you realised that this wasn’t a hospital and there was also no doctor looking for you. You wanted to move but weren’t able to. As soon as you were fully capable of controlling your own body you noticed that your arms were tied to the sides of the bed. Yes, that was a whole lotta panic rising in your stomach, especially when a dark-haired man entered the room, wearing a white overall and looked like a doctor. “You’re going to help me, right?” you asked, the shakiness of your voice implied that you were panicking.

“Yes, sure.” He smiled but the vibe was off. And you should’ve realised that before he grabbed your arm and injected you something but due to the ropes that held your arm in place you hadn’t even have the chance to pull back.

A painful screech left your body when you felt the transparent liquid flood your veins and it felt like it was burning you alive from inside. It burned and your fingers went numb, same as your toes. The fact that they also turned completely white made you worry. And that it travelled upwards… concerning.

“Don’t worry-“ the man to your right said and once again showed his ugly grin. “You’ll feel better soon, as soon as you’re our weapon you’ll do a lot better.” He cooed but as he said weapon, you started crying. 

“I didn’t do anything to you! I don’t even know who you are!” You tried to defend yourself but the man only laughed and left the room and you behind with the burning feeling inside.

Seems like you passed out again. Now you weren’t in the bed, around you were cold stonewalls that seemed to also be a little wet. Your head was leaned against the cold wall as your back was also pressing against it. Someone must’ve dropped you there. Your ankle was in a cuff and your hair was tied up in a messy bun. 

Your body felt extremely sore and your hands ached when you used them so you decided to stay on the ground a little longer, until a guard opened the door and placed a little bowl of food in front of you. ‘Plain rice is at least a bit better than nothing’, you thought to yourself. 

The feeling for time already left you and you couldn’t even tell if it was Monday or Tuesday and you hated it. You didn’t know where you were or if someone even looked for you, if you’re far from home or not and especially what they’d do with you.

A few words slipped to your ears from the hallway which were “Tests, today and let’s see if serum succeeded.” 

So the fluid wasn’t something like saline, it was a serum. There was some weird serum in your body and you didn’t know what it does but judging by what the guards said, you should find out pretty soon. Except that this pretty soon was now. The doctor that you met when you woke up the first time was there too and there were two guards that escorted you with handcuffs out of the most likely some kind of prison cell into a bigger room. 

‘Why was there a swimming pool?’ 

Would’ve been better for you to not ask yourself this, because one of the guards attached a metal ball to the handcuffs which seemed to be quite heavy. You looked back and forth between the guards and the doctor and when the man nodded, the two bigger men threw you in mentioned water.

Your problem was now the ball, that was sinking and pulled you down with it. 

Panic. 

You started screaming, even if no one heard it since the water muffled pretty much all the sounds. 

You’ll die. Will you?

Seems like it. They only wanted to kill you.

What were the intentions of a weird doctor that kidnaps you and injects you some weird serum other than killing you? 

Maybe he was an inmate that wants revenge. Or maybe someone who just hated women.

Everything was possible at that point. Didn’t change the fact that you were scared for dear life. You didn’t want to die just yet. 

And you only had two options, drown or detach it from the cuffs. Second option sounded a lot more appealing than No. 1 and so you started wiggling in the water, trying to get free, when you felt a weird pain in your nose.

The water shot through it and suddenly you were able to breathe. Didn’t change the problem with the metal ball but made it, weirdly enough, at least manageable. Your body stopped shaking and when you tried to move your hands, the cuffs just simply broke.

“What the hell?” you muttered- no blubbered to yourself. 

The ball problem was eliminated and you were able to swim back up to breathe some fresh air. 

“Shit, doc, she did it.” Yelled one of the guards and he smiled. 

His nod said that he knew that this was gonna happen and that this was exactly his intention. 

“Bring her into a maximum security cell and strap her down. No movements allowed or you two shitheads get killed first.” He commanded with a chuckle and left the room again, then everything went black. 

The next time you were woken up was in a jet, next to people that looked as clueless as you might look right now but there were no words that left your mouth, even if you tried to speak as hard as you could.

No words.

“Good evening, young ones.” The man with the dark hair said and referred to all the people around you and probably you. “I am deeply sorry that there was no time for a detailed welcome but I’m catching up on that now. My name is William G. Palm and I am your manager and boss. You’re working for me as my weapons and today is your first mission. I want you to knock out or kill everyone that is in your way. I want those weapons.”

The man stated and you knew deep down that some time ago you had no sympathy left for him but right now all you could do was nod.

“I injected serum that is made out of concentrated angel tears into your veins so you have the exact same powers as those above.” He stated and gave the guards a sign to open the handcuffs of all the girls and boys on the ship. Then, a loud thud. They must’ve landed. The hangar opened and everyone ran, as far as they could. Some were shot, others were able to get further but not far enough, except you. 

You hid behind obstacles and ran in an ungodly speed, the shots didn’t even were close to you. Adrenaline was pumping inside of you and all you could see was red, letting your instinct control you completely. 

People were screaming, most of them were your mates. 

It was a war scene, mass destruction and heavily armed people ran around. But you didn’t look back, running and running. 

Fulfil your mission.

The enemies were trying to get to you but none of them stand a chance. One came close to you but you knocked him off his feet with a punch into his face and tried to get to the weapons inside the building. On your way there you had a couple more fights but none of the soldiers were actually able to stop you.

With some weapons you made your way back but were stopped by a certain redheaded woman in black attire.  “Whatever you’re trying here won’t work out, kiddo.” She said and held her hands up.

If you were a 100% conscious at that time you would’ve recognised that THE Black Widow was standing right in front of you, but the manipulated you just shrugged and tried to run past her but what stopped you this time was the hand that met your nose.

“Shit!”, you groaned and turned around to face her. 

“You’re really trying to mess with me, huh?” Was your question that she simply scoffed at. “Hold your horses, wild one. You’re messing with the Avengers.” 

‘Fulfill your mission, Y/n. Bring me the weapons.’ The voice of Dr. Palm echoed through your head.

“I don’t care.” Was your answer as you hat her on her solar plexus and made her stumble backwards. It was your chance to run which you took gratefully.

Little did you know that a shit ton of Avengers waited for you outside and Dr. Palm was nowhere in sight. Little did you know that he left you there, he had the assumption that you were killed like all the other ones and went before he got caught.

“It would be smarter of you if you drop the weapons and come with us.” Stated the dude in blue, white and red clothing and a shield but you shook your head out of irony. 

“Really think that would get me, huh?” 

Who would’ve thought that Spider-Man was the one to knock you off your feet with his taser webs. 

Unconsciousness.

Darkness.

Silence.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You groaned, your head was hurting a lot. Why was it hurting that much? 

“She’s awake!” A male voice said and make you open your eyes in shock and probably also in fear of being tied to something again but this time it was a rather friendly face, a light stubble over his chin and cheeks, rimless glasses sat on his nose and his dark, lightly curly hair was sprinkled with gray.

“Hey.” He smiled. “I’m Doctor Banner, Bruce Banner.” At least a small introduction, so you knew what and who you’re dealing with.  “I know you might be scared but I promise no one here’s going to harm you.” He stated, raising his pinky. “Pinky promise.”

What kind of doctor would say ‘Pinky promise’ you thought, but he didn’t seem so bad so far.

“I did some check-ups on you and your condition was pretty bad, you were pretty dehydrated and your blood pressure was constantly too high.” He explained and showed you some health data. He had evidence, seemed to know what he was doing

“If you don’t mind, Mr. Stark would like to have little talk with you.” He said and exchanged places with Tony, who had a certain black girl by his side. 

“Hey kiddo, how are you feeling?”, the billionaire asked and looked intensively at you, but you just laughed. 

“Like shit.”

“I know Bruce is gonna fix it but I still need you to help me out. Who are you working for?”  “Working? For Hard Rock Café, nothing more?” The tone in your voice was questioning, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about, what was the case right now.

“No, why were you stealing those weapons?” He was stern and now very straight forward. 

“What weapons?” And made Shuri shake her head. “She doesn’t remember, Tony. No need to push her into something, her bpm’s already rising.” The princess stated and had a hand on Tony’s shoulder, trying to calm him and pushing him out of the room.

She now smiled at you and pulled a lightly disgusted face, paired with the words “men…” and laughed which also made you chuckle.

“You need to tell me everything that you remember about the whole thing, okay? Do you remember where you landed or what your mission is?” You shook your head.

“Want me to explain it?” The older one asked and received a small ‘Okay’ from the college-student.

The panther took a deep breath, sat down on the bed next to your legs and started rambling. “When the Avengers were called it was kind of a war-scene, other people your age where shot when they ran for their lives out of a jet-“ She stopped, gathering and sorting the memory. “-and a man was looking at the scene and laughed before he left.”  While she talked, the girl was playing with her hands, seems like she was nervous. 

While you were watching her fiddling with her fingers and inspected the tattoos, something came out of your mouth. “Palm.”

Shuri was looking at you, following your gaze down to her hand. “What?” She was confused, what where you talking about? 

“Doctor Palm.” Your voice cracked as you spoke again, even if you didn’t know where it came from. But Shuri slowly tried to catch up on what you were saying and her face lit up. “That was the man, yeah?” 

Nod. 

“Thank you so much. I’ll be back soon, get better fast.” She smiled and hurried out of the room to talk to the Avengers.

All of the heroes were in the conference room in the compound after Shuri had called in an emergency meeting and obviously they all were nervous and curious. 

“What happened?” It was Captain America, that spoke. “Did the girl try to flee or something?” 

“No. I want you all to look for a Doctor Palm, that’s the man that was with the teenagers back there.” She stated and fought for your right and for your justice. 

Tony was the first one that got to work and tried to find the mysterious man, while Shuri hurried back to your room.

Why was she so worried even if you basically didn’t know each other? For the others it looked quite normal, just a girl helping another girl out but the way she acted was so down to earth, other than expected from the Black Panther. You bet she would’ve had places to be but when she returned, a glass of orange juice in hand, the queen seemed to care so much.

You muttered a “Thank you so much” when she handed you the drink and sat back down at your legs. She let you take a moment to taste the juice and when you hummed in satisfaction, she continued talking.

“Do you remember what happened before that battle?”

“Well- my head feels very weird because I think I fainted a lot- I mean I at least was unconscious often.” You mentioned and she took a mental note on that just to tell Bruce to check up on your blood values in case they’ve drugged you. 

“Also I remember fainting on my way back home-“ And there was the memory of good old Gwenny that would be dearly worried about you by now and tears welled up in your eyes. 

“When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed, just like this one. But my hands were tied to the side and this Dr. Palm injected me something. That’s why I was panicking when I woke up here.” You admitted and took a deep breath, what follows was a big deal for you.

“And then I woke up in a prison cell. The guards later on always drowned me on purpose and I snapped handcuffs in half. Then they strapped me down in a max cell.” You looked away. You usually didn’t talk about what was on your mind but maybe the girl in front of you should know, if the Avengers were going to help you, you know?

But her face was enlightened by shock. She couldn’t peel her eyes off of you and pity was dwelling in the pit of her stomach. 

“Could you do me a favor, queen?”  “Don’t call me queen, I’m Shuri! What is it?” Her smile brought you comfort, even if your mind was troubled. It was so cloudy up there, so so cloudy that you couldn’t focus on your own thoughts.

“I’m living in a flat with an old lady, downtown New York. I don’t know how many days passed since I fainted. Could you check on her?” You begged, again at the verge of tears. “Please tell her that I’d be home soon and she should call Nick, that he takes care of her.”

“Nick? As in Nick Fury?” The queen of Wakanda asked and when you affirmed of her assumption, she once again gave you a big smile and rushed to do what you asked for.

But the answer was no good and Shuri couldn’t manage to tell you this herself, it’d break her heart once again, so she sent Bruce, also with the information about your blood values. 

Yes, you weren’t speaking for the rest of the day. And the day after that day. Just because you didn’t pay any attention to your surroundings that day you were now all alone by yourself. Luckily you had a roof right now and people that at least took a little care of you but when Tony crashed your silent treatment, you didn’t know how to react.

They didn’t find the man they were looking for. The only they managed was to analyse your blood very detailed and what they found was very confusing.

“High dose of chloroform, serum spiked with an identical formular of the super-soldier serum, indeed there were tears of angels in it. And we had some contact to someone who knows a bit about mystic creatures. He said they will look for you.” 

Tony wasn’t very pleased of your stay and you knew by the way how he told you, without any filters or any empathy.

“This is not a motel or something so if you feel alright it would be cool if I’d get my doctor back.” He said and hell yeah you felt unwanted. Why would he say something like this? Didn’t he care?

Why were you even here if he didn’t care? They could’ve left you there-

He could just simply let you go if you didn’t discover how to use what they gave you but that would happen sooner or later. And Shuri wasn’t really happy about Tony’s decision but couldn’t do anything about it. She offered to take you to Wakanda and give you a place to rehab but you declined. 

Why?

You still wanted to graduate.

You still wanted to be a normal person even if it seemed impossible right now. 

After Tony’s snarky comment you told Bruce that you felt alright and that you’d want to leave, much to his dismay.

You hoped not to walk into the queen on your way out of the building but the last few days weren’t lucky for you and so was this one.

“Hey, hey, hey killer, where are you going?”, she asked, thought that she was dreaming. 

“I’m leaving.” You shrugged and gripped your jacket and your phone a bit tighter, you hated confrontations.

“Whoa, what? Why?” Didn’t she know about how Tony felt?

“Yeah, Stark said I should leave when I’m good, no motel and shit.” 

Her expression and smile dropped. She wouldn’t see you again, would she? Probably not. 

“Give me your phone.” She demanded and you handed her your phone and saw how she created a new contact. 

“Call me, if you need anything. Even if it’s just a friend or a drink.” And you didn’t expect her to open her arms for a hug, which you still gladly took.

Why were the clouds disappearing? 

Why was her skin so warm?

Was that her heartbeat? 

Why was she protecting you the whole time? 

You broke the hug and gave her a little smile, shoving your phone into your pocket and walked towards the exit. She didn’t move a muscle, still looked in the same direction as when you guys were talking. 

The odd feeling of not wanting to leave her alone behind didn’t wash away and so you turned around and called out her name once more.

“Hey- Shuri?” 

She looked – over her shoulder - back to you and watched you.

“You’re very pretty.” With that she received the sweetest smile you owned when you turned on your heel once more and walked off.

Were that butterflies?

When was the last time a girl actually called her pretty?

She couldn’t remember.

With that a smile settled on her face for the rest of the day.

But not for you. When you realised you had no money left and no bus drives out here you only had the option of walking or rather walking at least into the next city. You could’ve asked the queen to give you a ride but you didn’t want to be in dept about anything ever. She would’ve escorted you safely to where your destination was- but you had none, except for New York City. 

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"So... There's This Bet" AU [STTB]

A little college AU based off of a Roleplay I'm in with a friend! It's one of my fav scenarios we've done so far and I couldn't help myself, so I made some art!!!

[The OC 'Niki' mentioned is not mine, and is my best friends.]

[scoliosisgoblin]

btw idk if I said this before but Jay's yb (Peter) and Blue are different yb's

they're VERY similar of course, but Blue's basically a version of Peter where Jay died young or something

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Who wants to rp qpr acting attorney with me?

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Everything is fine

[fishklok]

all of these mtl rp accounts...y'all are seriously tempting me

[youaintnothinbuta]

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