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that-foul-legacy-lover · 3 years

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The Day the Ocean Erupted

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Allusions to death, drowning, pain, storms, thunder, rain

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You remember the day the ocean erupted.

You’d been in your office, at 2 PM exactly, pen in hand and ink spotting your fingers, the culprits a stack of papers in the upper corner. The sun had filtered through your window and casted shining streamers on your desk as you wrote, typical of Liyue’s golden summers. You tapped your pen against your chin- how to phrase this next sentence? Should you focus on one or two types of silk? You hummed contemplatively, then scribbled a few more words. Sturdiness- that was important to mention in a report, especially one about something elegant like silk. The room filled with a comforting silence as you wrote word after word on the paper in the delicate warmth of the sun.

The first drop came and went without attention. But it was soon followed by another. And another. And another, until the sky was shedding all its tears into the streets and ocean of the city. Your pen had fallen from your grasp with a resounding clatter as you stood to peer outside the window, your eyes narrowed. Rain? In Liyue? Now? It was ridiculous.

Then something burst out of the ocean and you fell backwards in shock, pushing yourself away from the window despite being on one of the upper levels of the harbor. You rushed downstairs and pushed your door open, catching glimpses of an enormous serpentine creature rising from the waters as people rushed up and down the streets in a panic. The rain poured down in buckets, drenching everything and everyone, and all around there’s a frenzy of screaming, shouting, yelling, the same phrase reworded a thousand times, The Fatui did this, it’s the Fatui’s fault, the Fatui are to blame, and you could only think of one thing- your associate, your acquaintance, your companion.

Your friend.

Childe. Where was he? Vanished to the Golden House, they told you, but not as Childe, as Tartaglia, the Harbinger. For business, he said.

But soon you were swept up with the waves of screaming, and the thought had been lost.

That was weeks ago, when the Traveler had harnessed the power of the Adepti and defeated the old god Osial, with a final blow from Lady Ningguang’s Jade Chamber to seal him in the sea. The entire nation held its breath as Fatui activity wavered, dropped, then fizzled out completely. Life returned to normal, the seasons rolling by like a sigh of relief as reassuring whispers spread the news that the Fatui were finally, finally stopping their irritating interferences with the harbor.

You finish your final words and set your pen down, a thoughtful frown prominent on your face. You’ve never really been affected by the Fatui. For the most part they simply existed, a rumored plague on the Liyue Qixing with their endless meddling, but to you they were simple guards standing near doors and on the docks. On occasion when you had to wait there you would make conversation, to which most of them would respond to either in earnest or slightly tense surprise. For all their supposed horrid tendencies and practices and nosiness, you had found that many of the Fatui were, quite simply, people; people from a different nation and far away from home. People who had their own interests and likes and dislikes. People who had their own reasons and dreams and realities.

People who had all vanished when the last ripple in the ocean had stilled. And among them, your friend Childe, the Eleventh Harbinger Tartaglia. He was the only Fatui you would really consider a friend, the others being mere acquaintances. He was always teasingly kind to you, offering to get you a meal or asking to spend some offtime together. You, ever-suspicious, had often refused, but he was persistent and determined to chip down your walls one by one. And when they shook and crumbled your friendship had blossomed, despite the odd melancholy in his eyes whenever he looked at you, a question you never knew the answers to.

All this he was. But he was gone now, you suppose, following the tall, elegant woman you had seen exiting the Northland Bank to the mysterious depths of Inazuma. He looked so exhausted, outwardly appearing as tired as you sometimes felt inside, and your brow pinches.

You sigh and set your pen to the side before rising from your chair, cursing yourself for contemplating old memories. You don’t expect Childe to return anytime soon, if ever, so perhaps some thoughts are best left packaged in their pretty boxes scattered around the attic of your mind. The door swings open as you slip on your coat- it’s chilly outside, and you walk to the teashop for a new blend and distraction from the conflicting turmoil in your head.

The rain begins just as you hurry back home, having forgotten your umbrella in a moment of carelessness. Liyue’s winters, while cold and biting, never froze the storms that encroached almost every other day, instead letting icy droplets of slush fall on people’s backs and clothes. The clouds shield the few stars in the sky from view, blocking out the moon and turning the raindrops an inky black. You shove your door open and immediately shut and lock it again with a sigh of relief, shaking out your clothes and rubbing your chilled hands together. Your breathing is the only sound in the house, and your bones soon settle with a deep chill as the pressing quiet seems more and more foreboding. You cock your head to the side and hear an ever-so-faint rustling sound, and you pick up your weapon before making your way down the hall.

When you reach the living room you blink in surprise. Unlike what you expected, nothing is broken, not a dish is out of place, no drawers are flung open and riffled through. Nothing is wrong, nothing is out of order, your limited vision tells you, but a cold breeze sends goosebumps down your arms and you make your way over to the ajar window, very nearly bumping into furniture several times. You fumble with the latch and pull the window shut, dragging the curtain closed as if to cover the rain with elegant patterns and cloth, and for a few moments, you listen to the steady pour outside as it creates a chiming melody on the roof and glass.

Something breathes next to you. You whirl away in shock, clutching your weapon tightly. Something is here with you, watching you across the room, observing your every move as you hurry to light a match for some semblance of sight, the lamps in your house completely useless right now. The match strikes and connects, a yellow flame bursting to life, flickering like a firefly. You hold it up and come face-to-face with a single eye. Enormous and pearly, it gleams softly in the darkness, although whether it is blue or purple you cannot say. Sharp, plated red armor surrounds it, mask-like and curling into twin horns. The creature’s skin is also armored and bony, shades of purple and black with occasional splashes of red or silver, covered by a pair of translucent, sparkling wings like the deepest sea. It towers over you, claws and teeth razor sharp even in the persisting gloom, and you gasp and stumble away in terror. The starry wings and deep, rich colors, and the feeling it emanates, of being crushed and drowned by shining waves…

An Abyssal creature, some sort of monstrous beast from the depths of your world. It must be.

You back away from it, your chest tight with fear and the thought of death, of dying at the hands of this monster, holding your weapon so tightly you fear it might crack in your grip.

You’ve never been a fighter, only practical enough to keep a weapon you could use nearby. Between you and the creature, the creature would win with a simple swipe of its claws, and you would bleed out on the floor until you didn’t exist anymore, just another body lost to the infinite ocean.

But there is no attack, no clashing, no burning, searing pain, only a soft, sad whimper. You open your eyes and see the creature reaching out to you, crawling across the floor like standing causes it agony, as it lets out a broken and desperate wail. You take a step back again, then a step forward, your fear seeping out of you. Holding the match higher, you lean forward and squint, dots of color bleeding into the environment.

Ginger. Wondrously fluffy ginger hair, although it's wet with rainwater, and a single streak of white like snow.

You know who, and you say who before you even think who, uttering out it’s, his, name in a hushed whisper.

Childe.

Your weapon forgotten, you stand shellshocked in a corner of the room, so still and frozen that Childe himself attempts to rise to his feet, only to fall back to the ground with a pained cry, a sound that snaps your thoughts like shattering ice as you rush to support him. He scratches his claws on the ground, hiccupping, sobbing, whining tearfully at a pain you can’t see. You place a hand on the side of his face and he leans into it, almost slumping to the ground as he brings his hand up to cover your own. He stares at you, pained and suffering, with the same melancholy as before, a melancholy you now understand means I cannot love you, even though I so wish to, it is forbidden by fate and stars, and your heart breaks.

You pick up a distant rumble of thunder, and Childe yelps in fear, wrapping his claws around you and pressing his face into your side, trembling. Your fingers stroke through his hair, running down the sides of his face and horns, and his sobs die to labored breathing as exhaustion finally overtakes him and lets his body relax.

You remember the day the ocean poured down from the sky. It was now, in a dark room with a pinprick flame of light, holding the consequences of the Abyss.

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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty, he expected a happy reunion. He envisioned a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long-awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken, but that would have been too easy.

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.

His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.

Back home.

As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.

When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.

Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.

Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.

Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.

Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.

Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.

It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.

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He didn’t mean to. He was trying so damn hard to keep it together, especially in front of Cas, but one night he just lost it. He can blame the lack of booze in his system, or as he wants, he can blame Sam, who came up to him about a stupid case. It pissed him off more than it should have. The fact that Sam even believed for a second that he would leave the bunker while Cas was like-well the way he was, just gave him enough of an excuse to raise his voice at someone.

Eileen had to step in and tell him to cool off.

Dean stormed off without a glance back and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Cas. He laid on his stomach as he wrapped one arm over the top of Cas’s waist, scooting close enough so that he could rest his head on Cas’s shoulder. He then opened his mouth to wish him goodnight just like every night, but something in Dean just broke.

He felt the pressure rise up his throat as he tried to hide his face into the familiar body beside him, but the sob still came.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to go get you. Fuck, Cas, please.” Dean took a shaky breath, sniffling as he reached to hold Cas’s hand closer to him. “We missed- I...I missed you. I missed you so much, Cas.” Dean brought Cas’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles before letting the hand rest by his head. His eyes closed as he sighs, “I love you. So come back to me, okay?"

The only response Dean got was a squeeze of the hand, which was enough hope for the future, and more than Dean could have ever asked for at that moment.

As the days went on, Cas didn’t change. Literally and figuratively. He was still an angel, so there was no need for him to shower or brush his teeth, but Dean swore that Cas’s facial hair was growing, so he liked shaving him at least once a week. Cas seemed to like it by the humming noise he made.

They did learn a couple of things as the days went on.

One, peace and quiet are not what they strive for.

It only brought Cas anxiety, and his humming or singing became much louder and more desperate. They fixed that problem with a Bluetooth speaker constantly playing music in the background, a playlist Jack made mixed in with a playlist Jack helped Dean make. It made the humming stop, and Cas started to roll over in bed. He even sat back against the headboard with his eyes closed a few times.

A month after Cas got back, Dean's phone died in the middle of the night, and the silence must have gotten to him. He covered his ears while he started muttering to himself again. Dean woke up and pulled Cas to his chest while softly sing to him in his still half-asleep phase. He didn’t know why that was his first instinct, but he went along with it cause it started to calm Cas down. Then, Cas held him back for the first time—tucking his head right under Dean's jaw and relaxing.

Dean tried not to stiffen at the touch; if he were honest with himself, he would admit he was trying not to cry because he was busy singing. Busy, not wanting to disrupt this moment.

That night Dean sang all night long until Jack checked on them in the early hours and connected his phone.

Two, always have a light source on.

The lamp was the first one they had. Cas constantly wanted it on, but it bothered Dean all the time when he wanted to sleep. So they bought a cool starlight projector, Sam’s idea, that kept the light on the cement ceiling and not on Dean’s face. Cas seemed to enjoy it as he laid on his back, watching it all night, letting Dean curl up on his side as he slept through the night.

Three, never leave Cas alone.

Nobody wanted to leave Cas alone for more than a minute if they could help it. So they made plans to keep him company at all hours of the day. Of course, they weren’t crowding him. They all came in one by one, except for Dean, who would say, “This is my room. I get to come and go as I damn well please.”

Sam liked to sit by Cas's side and talk nerd like they usually would while cleaning his guns or doing research to help another hunter. He would even pause during the one-way conversation to give Cas some time to answer or try to imagine what Cas would say in that situation. Sam was always calm, wanting to keep it as normal as possible while Cas just stared at him, sometimes his eyebrows knitted together, and Dean had to excuse himself as he felt his chest tighten up.

Eileen sat by his side and watched shows she liked while she talked to Cas out loud and signed so he could hear her voice. Even then, she didn’t talk much. Instead, she let the laptop do the talking as she pets Cas’s hair while sitting on the chair by the bed.

Jack came in the most next to Dean. He liked reading to him or talking about how his skills as the new God have improved thanks to Amara.

"Dad, I hope you'll be proud of me." Jack once whispered to Cas, who was having a bad day, checking out more than usual as he stared off into the distance. Eyes wide and almost screaming.

It was almost the end of the second month when another big mile-stone happened.

Jack was lying in bed with Cas while Dean was at his desk, cleaning his guns obsessively again. Jack was reading him a book he bought during his recent trip to the bookstore with Eileen, it was a Star Wars story.

Jack was getting into the book as he read slower but louder during a big fight scene. He got so excited that he even jumped up and looked back at Cas, "Did you hear that, Dad? He won!"

Cas smiled back at him- a genuine smile- and Dean almost dropped the piece of metal in his hand while Jack froze, his shoulders tightening up while he scrunched up his lips as if trying to hold back his cry.

Instead, he quietly composed himself as he asked in a shaky voice, "You want me to read the rest?"

Cas only blinked at him, keeping the slight smile, and Jack took it as a yes. Jack sat beside him again with a big smile plastered on his face, wiping his eyes every other word, as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder to continue reading. Dean didn’t miss when Cas tilted his head down to rest his cheek on Jack’s hair.

He had to excuse himself again.

After that day, Cas slowly started to open up a little more.

Once Dean woke up with Cas out of bed. Dean was already in full panic mode, his shoes on the wrong feet and jacket inside out as he called out for Sam.

Then just as quick as the panic came, relief flooded him when he found Cas in the kitchen trying to make coffee. He turned towards Dean and gave him the smallest of smiles, but it filled Dean with such solace that he just dragged himself to Cas’s space. Dean held his arms open to press Cas into him, and without a second thought, Cas fell right into him as if it was an everyday normal occurrence.

That was the start of Cas now being up and around the bunker. It was like when a baby starts crawling, everyone keeping tabs on the baby’s first steps, except this baby was an eon old celestial being.

The library, Dean’s room, the Dean-cave, and the kitchen were Cas’s favorite places just to sit. He always had Dean’s headphones on, softly playing music, just in case it went quiet, and it took a while for him to be able to walk around without those.

It was the sixth month when Cas wished Dean a goodnight first and then added, “I love you, Dean.��

Dean fought the lump in his throat, but Cas instantly pulled him in, his arms wrapped securely around him. He had so much he wanted to say to Cas just to hear his voice again, anything to listen to his voice again, but instead, he kisses Cas’s chest before saying, “I love you, too.”

Days came and went. Sometimes it seemed like Cas was getting better as he talked a little more, but then those days would come when he would just stare off into the stars on their ceiling. Not moving an inch or bothering to fake breath like he liked. Those days the music was a little louder, and Cas held on to Dean a little tighter.

“I don’t want to go back. Please,” Cas pleaded as he stared wide-eyed at the darkness in the corner of their room. As if he was having a nightmare with his eyes wide open. “Please don’t make me…I-I don’t want to be in the dark again!”

Dean took Cas’s face in between his hands to hold his gaze. Only talking when he knew Cas was seeing him. “It’s okay, Cas. I got you. Nobody’s taking you away from me ever again.”

“Promise?” Dean felt Cas’s grip at his shoulder, holding him with desperation.

“Promise.”

That’s how Cas became human.

The nightmares have him waking up screaming some days, but at least Cas knew he was safe from the Empty’s clutches.

He was going to live his human life being loved and taken care of, and Dean was happy to say he felt Cas was doing the same for him.

#i am reposting this fic i wrote in October cause i didn't realize all my suptober fics are kinda gone #and i really liked this one so here you go #i edited just a little but not a lot so sorry about mistakes if beta's wanna beta with me that would be dope #destiel #wormstachewrites #my writing #fic #deancas #destiel fic #dean saves cas from the empty #selective mutism castiel #cas deal with the trauma of the empty #castiel is scared of the dark #dean #cas

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pleasantanathema · 3 years

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Eren Yeager | Salt in the Wound

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Dacryphilia, Degradation, Slapping, Daddy Kink, Eren is fucking mean

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: This is part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read more fanfics I am writing to celebrate. Heed the warnings; I like a very mean, god-complex kind of characterization of Eren. 💕

Nothing made Eren feel more powerful than seeing you cry, not just from cruel words, but from being so wholly overwhelmed by the sin he poured into your body. Your tears were always so warm, so pretty, spilling over your cheeks and getting caught in your lashes like dew droplets in spring.

Sometimes he couldn’t help but kiss them away, just another part of you to swallow and devour.

He enjoyed taking you because you weren’t just some subservient little devil, no, you were good, you were strong, and overpowering you was like an addiction, something he had to have whenever the urge hit. It didn’t matter where you were, what assignments you’d be given, Eren would find you, push you down onto your knees, your back, and he would take you. You were just another thing to conquer.

“Gonna bruise your insides tonight, fuck,” your tight pussy had him panting above you, hips brutal and sweat dripping through the rolling sinews of his back.

You were already babbling nonsense, the euphoria of his cock spreading up your nerves and making you lightheaded. Dull green eyes were observant of your reactions, the judge and jury over your fate as he watched the pulls in your pretty face.

He’d been edging you for so long, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm only to pull out and slap the head of his cock against your aching clit. He just liked the sounds you made, sweet little whines and pleas that made his pointed ears twitch.

But it wasn’t enough; he wanted more, deserved a more visceral action for allowing you the pleasures of the flesh.

Propped on one elbow, weight sinking into the mattress, Eren gripped your jaw, pushing your head back. “You’re fucking disgusting. You don’t deserve my cock, you’re just easy to control.”

Words were forming in your mouth, he could feel them under the press of his fingers. But you choked them back, the stupid little emotions running through your head starting to bubble over.

Good. Whenever you got choked up, your cunt only clenched harder around him.

You swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath before parting your lips, “Ere—”

Your skin flushed so hot when he slapped your cheek, hard, quick, like a cat swatting at easy prey. The sound you made was too perfect, a painful gasp bleeding into a shrill little sob, like he’d actually hurt you beyond just the sting of skin. Like he’d put a wound in your pride.

“That’s not what you call me.”

There was fear in your eyes as you looked up at him, irises tracing over the lines still etched in his face from his titan transformation. Less than an hour ago he’d been a monster, waiting in the seas and capsizing ships, and now he was just a new kind of predator, one that received pleasure from bending your legs too far back and breaking you down in anguish.

Eren slapped you again just to encourage those tears he loved so much. He was successful, holding back a grin you whimpered, nose scrunching, salty tears streaming down your temples and staining the pillow.

“I-I’m sorry, daddy.” Oh you were so far gone, hands reaching up to twist in his hair, bringing his lips to brush against your swollen ones.

He smirked as he licked against your teeth, mirthful and wild as he started to thrust deeper inside of you, curling your hips back and as the meat of your thighs began to shake. He pinched your flushed cheek, laughing at the poor little coo that left your throat.

Your abused, gummy walls were sucking him in deeper, fluttering as your belly tightened from the coil of pleasure he was building inside of you. He groaned at the feeling, shoving his head in the space between your neck and shoulder, teeth nipping at sweaty skin. Your hands were slipping in his hair, fingers catching the tie that held his hair back and making mousy hair spill over his face.

Frustration split down his psyche at the feel of long hair sticking to his skin, getting in the way of sucking marks into your neck.

“You better start begging,” he warned, sitting up higher on his knees so he could press his cock a little too roughly into your cunt, his toned stomach rhythmically slapping against your clit, “beg your daddy to let you cum.”

The cry that met his ears was delicious. You hated this part, hated having to grovel, hated how you felt so good that you just couldn’t stand it. He felt your nails against his scalp, clawing, burning, egging him on. He pawed at one of your bouncing tits, twisting your nipple between his fingers until you screamed.

“Please! Please, daddy, w-wanna cum so bad,” he kept pressure on your nipple, pistoning his hips a little harder, getting into a solid rhythm that had your teary eyes rolling back.

He loved how your pussy felt sculpted to him like this, like every vein on his cock had carved a home on your walls, the texture of you so perfect that he hated to admit it took strength to hold himself back from finding that heaven inside of you.

“You can do better, just a little more.”

“Fuck,” you whined, the floodgates letting loose now. He lifted his head to watch you, your crying face like a beacon between the unruly curtains of his hair. Something inside of him wanted to praise you, tell you looked so pretty when you cried, that you were being so good letting go for him, but he didn’t want to ruin the show. Praise could be a balm.

“Pathetic.”

He gripped your thighs, sitting back so he could watch his cock be wrapped by your swollen, wet pussy, lips dragging along his length with every quick push and pull.

“DaddyDaddyDaddy, f-fuck, please, so c-close, hurts.”

That tickled him pink, had his eyes lighting up as he felt some sick pride awaken and crawl out of his chest. It truly was pathetic how quickly you came when his thumb touched your clit, just a few measly swirls and you were a blubbering mess, cunt squelching as slick gushed from your tight hole. He pulled out of you as you orgasmed, leaving your pussy to spasm around nothing, your arms crossing over your eyes as you fell into hearty sobs.

He ripped your forearms away from your face, stroking his cock hard and fast as he straddled your body. He swore that he’d never come so hard before, cum spurting from his pulsing cock and painting your face, dripping down your cheeks. He felt relief deep in his balls, over all his muscles, strings of cum still pouring over you, mixing into your tears.

And he left you there, sniffling, wiping away salty cum and even saltier tears, not knowing when he’d come for you again.

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Your brother Kirishima and his spiritual, moral brother Tetsutetsu, will worship you from head to toe. They will love, lick and mark every millimeter your "gorgeous and fragile" body. They will carry you in their arms like a bride treasure, if you tell them. Sometimes they fight over you, because they're both terribly possessive, but once they see you, they team up to love you.until you're become stupid enough to admit you're their bride

Not requcst, just letting you know💞

omg stOP I can’t be this horny this early in the day pls bro oml.

god

(What to expect - incest, NSFW, dubcon, manhandling. Blowjobs, size kink, DP in one hole (I cannot believe I just typed that lol I’ve fallen so far))

Seriously just thinking about how Kirishima and Tetsutetsu grew up together, you’re used to their little antics. They’re gym buddies now, and Tetsutetsu showers after Kiri before the two of them come and invade whatever space you’re in. The three of you had moved in together, and at the time you had thought it to be a good idea. It was seemingly less attractive now that you knew 80% of your homelife would be spent speared on one, if not both of their cocks.

When you’re in your room, one sprawls across the bed, the other lounging on the floor, whining for attention.

If you’re in the kitchen, they crowd around you, barely giving you space to breathe as they pester you with questions, let their hands wander, snickering when you slap them away.

Watching TV? they’ll plop down on either side of you, tripping you between two hard (in more ways than one), muscled bodies.

You can’t ever ignore them for long, because even if you try, you’ll get pulled away from whatever you’re doing, and into a lap.

Sometimes it’s Kirishima’s, your brother grabbing your hips and pulling you over his legs, until you’re straddling him chest-to-chest. Kisses get pressed to your face, all over your cheeks, and his hands are already kneading at your ass like a cat kneads at a blanket.

Other times, it’ll be Tetsutetsu that picks you up, swinging you up into his arms like a princess, cooing at your “cute little face!” as he carries you. The silver-haired man finds a good spot to sit down, situating you in his lap so you’re sideways, Kirishima sliding to sit next to his bro, slinging your legs over his lap.

You’re used to the uneasy feeling in your stomach every time they come around, have already made peace with the fact that they're going to touch you, and you can’t stop them. This had been going on long enough for you to begrudgingly accept all of it.

They’re so big, and beefy, it’s impossible to try and fight.

So you let them grope your body, kissing every single inch. Tetsutetsu paws at your chest while sucking hickies onto you neck, Kirishima tickling thee skin of your legs while he messily kisses up them.

It’s often that you find one of them on their knees in front of you, eagerly trying to pull down your bottoms before you can even breathe.

The other one will catch your hands, stop you from trying to keep yourself dressed, kissing you deeply as the other man bares your lower half.

Your knee gets lifted over a shoulder, the man between your legs immediately diving into suckling at your folds, slurping and spitting and being gross between your thighs.

The sensation is overwhelming. With Kirishima, he likes to focus on your clit, catch it gently between his teeth and flick his tongue over it repeatedly, make you sag against his face and scream, Tetsutetsu holding you up, swallowing your scream with his mouth on yours.

With Tetsutetsu between your legs, it’s more controlled, a steady buildup until you cum. It doesn’t hit you like a truck out of nowhere, the silver-haired man preferring to go slow and steady, hands digging into your thighs to keep you still.

Sometimes, when Tetsutetsu is out, Kirishima will make you ride his face, lapping at you like a dog, hands on your hips forcing you to grind against him, pressing his nose between your folds, absolutely drenching his face.

You don’t know what they see in you, why they worship you so.

Tetsu likes cockwarming, having his dick nestled inside your warmth at night, hand around your waist to stop you from wiggling away from him and letting his cock pop free while he sleeps. He hates waking up to find you gone.

It’s hard to move though, with Kirishima pressed to your other side, face nuzzled into your chest.

Kirishima’s tried cockwarming with you, having you kneel and hold him in your mouth while he plays a game, but he can never hold himself back. You try to swallow your saliva around his thick dick, and he’s gone, frantically humping against your face, apologizing for being so rough.

You only ever get a break when they go to the gym, and it’s hardly a break when you have the knowledge that they’re going to come home, keyed up and pumped full of testosterone, ready to fuck your brains out.

They get in fights sometimes, only when they come back from the gym. They remind you of two giant bears, spitting at each other, baring their teeth, posturing while one clutches you to their chest.

You feel like a rag doll, getting pulled around like you weigh nothing. Kirishima will growl at Tetsu, because the redhead wants more time with you, doesn’t want to pull out and let his cum splatter to the floor.

Tetsutetsu’s impatient, cock hard enough to cut diamonds, already stripped and lubed, ready to pound into your mushy, sopping wet insides, mix up Kiri’s cum into froth.

Their fights never last for long, Tetsu being satisfied when Kirishima makes you offer the other man your mouth, or your tits for him to fuck.

It’s the worse when they fuck you at the same time, spending more than an hour prepping you so they can squeeze both of their cocks into your cunt. It’s agonizing, more mentally so than physically - they take care of you after all.

Kirishima’s cock is blunter than Tetsu’s, uncut and thick, enough to leave you breathless and stuffed whenever he fucks up into you. Even stationary, it’s almost too much, stretching you uncomfortably.

Tetsu’s longer than Kirishima, arguably prettier, with his cock circumcised, prominent crown, veins traveling the length. He’s just as thick, but both men can fuck you until you pass out, so “who’s cock is better” isn’t ever really a question that crosses your mind.

They’ve asked you before, turning it into a game, taking turns fucking you until you’re a sobbing, drooling mess, barely even able to hold yourself up as they bounce you on their cocks.

But when they both fuck you, you’re crying from the first second that the second cock teases at your hole. You know the pressure will be immense, make you choke and sob, clutching onto whoever’s closest as they coo and praise you for taking them so well.

As soon as your body adjusts to the intrusion, neither of them hold back, thrusting up, kissing your neck, shoulders, face, any inch of skin they can reach. They say it feels amazing, having your gummy walls clenching down on them, so tight it’s almost painful, accompanied by the sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other.

When they penetrate you at the same time, they never last long.

Other times, Kirishima will claim your pussy, leaving your ass to Tetsutetsu who has the patience to prep you fully, tongue, then fingers, until you’re ready for his cock.

Kirishima’s the one with a noticeably higher sex drive, always crawling over you for a quickie, manhandling you whenever you’re focused doing something else, easily putting you in positions where he has access to your cunt.

Sometime’s he’s kind enough to let you still work on whatever it was you were doing, such as schoolwork, or playing a game while he fucks you.

It’s a never-ending cycle with these two, always having someone touching you, kissing you, licking you, fucking you.

You’re going to have to start liking it sooner or later, because they don’t plan on stopping

#polyamory #poly relationship #forced relationship #dark kirishima #tw dubcon #tw.dubcon #kirishima x reader #tetsutetsu x reader #tetsutetsu x kirishima #kiritetsu

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plsimsuchasimp · 3 years

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cheating.

part 2 here

Ft: Suna Rintarou x !gn reader, a little bit of atsumu miya x !gn reader

Genre/warnings: one (1) curse word, cheating, brief implied sex, angst, hurt/comfort, fighting

Wc: 1.8k

NOT PROOFREAD!

a/n: i’m so sorry for this angst but i had to do it for y’all... didn’t have it in me to write a happy ending, maybe later.

The rain was pouring down, clattering against the roof of the gym. You, sitting against the wall in a corner by the benches, watched Suna’s team play, smiling slightly at the way they seemed to seamlessly move together. Your boyfriend looked concentrated, green eyes flickering from one player to another.

His phone buzzed beside you, and you picked it up, intending to set it to Do Not Disturb so you could do work, but the notification caught your eye.

“Hey!” It read, “it was so good to meet you >;) you made me feel good <3″

Instantly, your heart drops into your stomach. Silently willing for the notification to disappear, your eyes cling to the screen as yet another popped up. “I miss you babe, we should do that again”

Your eyes begin to burn, trying to deny the obvious truth of what you saw in front of you. Suna Rintarou had cheated on you, and from the looks of it, with a stranger. You swallow, hard, as the lump in your throat grows and tears begin to form in your eyes. No wonder he’d been overly affectionate in the past week, he probably felt guilty.

What hurt most wasn’t that he didn’t tell you, pretended that everything was fine; no, it was the realization that you just weren’t enough for him. All the time you’d spent on him, everything you’d done, the words of confirmation and the countless amount of love and affection you’d given him, it all wasn’t good enough.

You were bad enough for him to seek loving in a stranger’s arms.

Clicking the phone off, you put it down and stared into space for a moment, fighting the tears that threatened to spill onto your cheeks at any second. Practice was wrapping up, and you couldn’t face Suna right now. Luckily for you, he was on cleanup duty this week, so he had to stay late.

Trying to shake the rigidity out of your limbs, you gathered your things and stuffed them into your bag, not taking the time to organize them so they all fit. Head down, you headed for the door, hoping that Suna wouldn’t look over. Opening the door, you were faced with another harsh realization: It was raining and Suna was supposed to drive you home. That wasn’t happening today, for sure. Glancing around, you spotted Atsumu pulling his umbrella out of his bag, and rushed over to him.

“Hey Atsumu,” you said, attempting to keep your voice steady, “Can I catch a ride with you?” He was going to ask why, when Suna had a perfectly good car, but then he caught a glimpse of the tear streaking silently down your face and decided it might be better to wait until later.

Unusually serious, he agreed and put a comforting hand on the small of your back as you two hurried out of the door under his umbrella. Opening his car door for you, he let you in and then went over to the driver’s side, sliding in and turning on the car so it would warm up.

Stealing the occasional look at you, he noticed you were shaking and turned up the heat in the car although he was warm from volleyball practice. He started driving, sensing that you didn’t want to talk. Jaw clenched, he drove in silence for a couple minutes, then dared to speak.

“Hey, are you okay?” Hearing sniffles from your side of the car and seeing your shoulders shake, he pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. Gulping, he awkwardly reached out a hand to pat you on the back, but this only made you cry harder.

Looking up to face him, tear streaks staining your cheeks, you tried to stop shivering from shock. “S-Suna,” you mumbled, fighting to keep your voice from completely breaking, but another sob escaped before you could get anything more out.

“Wha’? Suna what?” he prodded, brow furrowing in concern. You rarely cried, so he knew this was something really serious.

“Suna c-cheated on me.” The last couple of words were whispered, your voice breaking, and Atsumu’s mouth dropped open. Of all the things he’d expected to hear, it wasn’t that. Your relationship with Suna had always seemed perfect. He’d seen the way Suna looked at you, his eyes soft, seen the way his behavior changed around you, seen his eyes light up whenever you smiled. This wasn’t possible.

He opened his mouth, shutting it again when words failed him. You were hunched in the passenger’s seat, shaking so hard he could hear your elbows accidentally hitting the car door. Without a second thought, he took his sweatshirt off and covered you with it, hoping that it would warm you up at least a little bit.

“I- I’m so sorry,” he muttered, unsure how to comfort a clearly distraught you. As soon as your shudders subsided, his mind turned to Suna and what he would do next time he saw him. No doubt he deserved to be beat up for what he did to you, hurting you like that, but it just didn’t make sense. Suna was totally in love with you, and it was obvious to any outsider.

He started the car again, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your shoulder, trying to calm you down. “Y/N, I’m gonna drop ya off at home, okay?”

A quick nod from you reassured him, and you two drove with just the raindrops crashing down on the roof of the car. When you arrived at your house, you made a motion to give back his sweatshirt, but he just waved a hand and said “Don’t worry about it. Ya can return it to me when I next see ya.” Your lips trembled and you turned away from him, making the way to your door and letting yourself in. He didn’t leave until he saw that you were inside, then started driving back to the gym.

You shed your jacket and turned on the heater in your house, not bothering to turn on the lights or draw the curtains. Kicking your shoes off, you crawled into bed and under your blanket and let the tears come, hugging the pillow that smelled too much like Suna.

Meanwhile at the gym, Suna was just finishing up and wondering where you’d gone to. The guilt of his mistake still hung with him, and he was looking to take you out to dinner tonight and spend some more time with you. However, when he saw his phone laying faceup, the bold words in text still plainly on the screen, he knew that you’d found out, and his heart contracted. Sinking to his knees, he struggled to breathe through the upcoming panic. He was in love with you, and he had no idea what had possessed him to fall into someone else’s arms for the night.

The feeling surged when he remembered that one of your biggest fears/insecurities was not being good enough, and a short gasp fell out of his mouth as he realized just how much he’d messed up. The gym door swung open, banging against the wall with the sheer force of the push. There stood Miya Atsumu, a murderous expression on his face.

“Suna!” He barked, and the middle blocker glanced up briefly before returning his attention to the phone clutched in his hands, frantically pressing the call button as it once again went straight to voicemail. The sound of your voice was almost too much for him to bear, his breathing accelerating and his head pounding.

y/n please pick up please i’m so sorry i swear i didn’t mean it they mean nothing to me i love you i love you so much please don’t leave me

His fingers speed across the keyboard, hoping against hope that you’ll talk to him. Any sort of contact. The phone is suddenly knocked from his hand by Atsumu, the look on his face nothing short of furious.

“What the fuck were ya thinking?” He spits, rage evident in the bulging veins of his neck. “You hurt y/n so badly that they had to drive home with me rather than face another second of ya.”

His words stung Suna, because they both knew they were true. He doesn’t resist when Atsumu pulls him to his feet, glaring at him and shoving him towards the wall.

“You’re pathetic. Y/N is the best person ya will ever meet, and ya ruined it all.” Once again, Suna doesn’t reciprocate, his eyes falling miserably to the ground. Atsumu’s fist comes up and hits Suna straight in the stomach, forcing the breath out of his lungs as he collapses to the floor. Atsumu looks at him with an expression of pure disgust, walking away to leave Suna where he is, slumped against the wall.

His eyes are dull, the life drained out of them, because he knows Atsumu is right. A notification causes his phone to buzz and he picks it up immediately, hoping to see anything from you, but it’s just another text from the fling. Hatred for himself and the person fills him, and he slams his phone down, allowing his head to sink into his knees.

He needs to see you, so he grabs his stuff and rushes to his car, barely remembering to lock the gym on his way out. Going ten miles above the speed limit, he makes it to your house ten minutes after you had.

Walking up to your front door, he knocks urgently, over and over again. He hears shuffling from behind, and the door opens to reveal you in an oversize sweatshirt that doesn’t belong to him and sweatpants, eyes red and puffy from crying.

The instant you see him, time seems to stop. The hurt is written all over your face, and the regret all over his. He can’t seem to move, can’t do anything besides whisper your name.

“Y/N.”

You shake your head, new tears forming in the corners of your eyes, and turn away. “I don’t want to talk to you, Suna.”

With those words, his heart shatters a little bit more. He was your Rin, your Rinnie, never Suna. “Please-” the door slams in his face and he hears the lock turning, signaling the final goodbye. He screams, pounding on your door as the panic overtakes him.

“Please! I love you! I’m so sorry, just please don’t leave me! I’ll go insane if you do!” Tears stream down his face and yours, mourning each other on opposite sides of the door. His words wrack you, tempt you to open the door and forgive him, but you can’t. He already showed you he didn’t care.

Half an hour passes, with the yells from the door fading into whimpers. Finally, you hear a car door slam, and you allow yourself to sob, held immobile on the floor.

You’re broken, and it’s his fault. His head falls onto the steering wheel, not caring that it sets off the car horn.

Still, the rain patters on the roof, both of you less than three hundred feet apart, but forever separated.

He’ll never love anyone like he loved you.

#suna rintaro imagine #suna x y/n #suna x reader #agh im sorry for this angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#atsumu scenarios #atsumu miya #suna rintarou #suna angst #atsumu x reader

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ziee · 3 years

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Yb x Male!Reader

Yb is a sleep paralysis demon because why not.

It all started as a child, you were around 5 years old when the creature made its first appearance. You had been in bed, restless after having a bit more candy than your parents knew about. Tossing and turning, you finally felt your eyelids heavy. You had finally gotten comfortable when you saw it. Or him. Standing in front of your door was the tall figure. Bright blue bore into your small form from under the blankets.

You tried to scream, but all that would come out were tiny whimpers. Your eyes widened in fear at the strange person in your room, tears brimmed upwards. He cocked his head, large smile fading from his face as it turned into a frown. Small steps towards you felt like only 2, due to his long stature.

You whined as he lifted his hand towards you. A cold, grey hand touched your cheek. Warm tears fell onto his fingers as you heard him sigh. He wiped your cheeks from the wetness as you closed your eyes in fear. Opening them when you felt the icy digits leave, you saw nothing. He had disappeared.

You got up and cried to your parents, yelling about a strange person in your room. They had come and searched your room top to bottom but didn't find anything, or anyone. They concluded that you just had a nightmare. Whenever you brought it up, you were quickly shut down by the adults, so you stopped talking about the man.

As you grew, he would come every night. You weren't as fear-frozen as you were with him when you were younger, so he would paralyze you so you couldn't escape from his touches. All you could do was watch as he caressed your skin against his own, each and every night.

You tried to rid him, taking medications for nightmares and such prescribed by a doctor, but they never helped. He would always come, with his bright blue eyes. It's as if you were sinking from the sight, into a dark abyss. You tried staying up, indulging in an abundance amounts of caffeine, but it only lasted you a couple of days.

When you moved out, you figured that he would leave you alone. You stayed in that house your whole life, having to endure 20 years of that demon. You thought it was just the house. Oh, how you were wrong. Once you settled into your new apartment, you were ready to sleep in your bed when you felt that familiar feeling.

A wave of coldness washes over your covered body. No. No, no, no. "Please! Just leave me alone!" You tried to move, but he was already in place. Tears fell from your tired eyes. "What do you want from me?!" You screamed at his unmoving form. Saphhire eyes blink. A hand moves up. His fingers point forwards.

"Me?" You sobbed, struggling against invisible bindings. His round head nods, a sharp smile tattooed to his face. "Why?" Moving towards you, you stare angrily into his large eyes. He gazes into yours, head tilted over yours as he stays still before leaning down towards your ear.

"You're mine." His voice cackles. He pulls back in time to see 2 globs of tears fall onto your cheeks. Making an aw sound, he wipes your tears away to caress your cheek once more.

"I hate you." Your words show venom, yet he makes no movements to appease you. He leans down closer, resting his head on your chest as he sits on the floor. Listening to your heartbeat, he traces your collarbone. You cry as he touches you. Loathing seeps from your skin. As the minutes pass, you try and think of something, anything to get this to stop.

"What can I do to make you leave?" You hiccup, eyes wet and sore.

"Nothing." He growls against you, stopping his finger on your skin. Think, think!

"W-what about for a week?" You suggest. He sits up, a look of annoyance on his face.

"Not gonna happen, darling."

"What about a day?!" You plead. He hums, contemplating the thought. Turning towards you, a devious grin has been placed on his face.

"I will leave you alone for a day if you touch me." Touch him? You thought for a second before a disgusted expression traced your face. Touch him. Like that? For one day of freedom?

...

Fine. You were just so exhausted. Let's just make this quick. "Fine." You whispered, already ready to take back what you just said. His grin widened, and for the first time in years you were able to move freely whilst he was in front of you. You shot up and away from him, your back pressing against the headboard as he stood up. He chuckled at your actions as he climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of you.

So now what. You were inexperienced in sex, having only gotten to kissing with companions. You looked towards the man you hate. The man who's made your life exhausting and dreadful for the past 20 years. You really wish you could punch his face.

He had a boner. A growing tent forming in his pants made you look down. "Go on." He beckoned you towards him with a slight thrust of his hips, making you really hate the situation you stuck yourself in. You slowly crawled towards him. Shakey hands unzipped his pants, pulling them down a bit before stopping at his boxers.

You gulped, before pulling them down. His cock sprung free, hard, and pulsating as he stood in front of your face. You forced every tear down, before bending down and taking him inside your mouth.

He moaned at first contact, ruffling a hand through your hair as you took him further. Wanting this to end as fast as it could, you used your tongue to aid in the process. Swallowing him, he moves in and out of your throat. You start to choke, but hold yourself down.

He pants as you awkwardly suck him off for the first time in your life. Watching videos sure did help you, since you weren't total shit at this, supported by rough bucking of his hips against your face. You furrowed your brows in anger before finally lifting your arms up and planting them on either of his thighs, holding him down.

He twitches against your throat, something that makes you feel like throwing up, but you force it down. You're doing this for a night of freedom. A good sleep. You clench his legs as you prepare to choke him down. Licking his shaft, a deep groan leaves his throat, making you shiver.

You pop off him, gasping for air. He doesn't push you back down, which you were thankful for after nonstop minutes of having him inside your throat. You lift a hand from his thigh and start stroking him. Already lubed with your saliva, it makes for easier self-loathing action.

Pumping him faster, he grasps onto your hair and pulls as he releases. Giving you no warning, hot fluid sticks to your shirt as he cries out. His cock twitches in your hand before you let it go, dropping flaccid. You shiver in disgust as you look at your stained shirt.

"You had your fun. Go and don't come back tomorrow." You mumble, standing up to change your shirt. But he obviously had other plans. Before you could even scream, a hand reaches for you, wrapping around your waist before pulling you back onto your bed.

"Let me go! I touched you!" You yelped as he pinned you down, leaning over you with the eyes of an animal. He leaned his head into your shoulder and sniffed, taking in your scent as you pushed against his shoulders.

"Mm.. I just can't get enough of you." His tongue grazed your exposed neck and you whined, praying he wouldn't bite. You had seen how sharp his teeth were. Thankfully he doesn't, pulling his head back up to gaze upon you. "Let me fuck you, darling." He panted.

"N-"

"I'll leave you alone for a week." You thought about it for a second. A blowjob was one thing, but having him stick it in your ass? You sighed, rubbing your eyes with your hands as you nodded. You could sense his grin through your closed eyes. Feeling his cold hands on the waistband of your shorts, you throw your arms down and push his hands away.

"I'll do it myself." You snap, pulling down your shorts and briefs in one quick swipe. He lets you, eyeing your soft cock. Why would you be hard from this? He slides his hands between your thighs, spreading your legs as you stare at the ceiling.

Wetting a finger with his saliva, he settles it before your hole. You could feel him staring, so you look down at the demon. "I've.. Played with it before. So you don't have to go slow." You mumbled, allowing him to push his finger inside. Your cheeks flush at your confession as his finger slides around your hole.

You exhale as he pushes it further, curling his finger before pushing another one inside. "Ah.." It slipped past your mouth, you couldn't stop it. His head snaps up to meet your eyes. He grins, obviously pleased at his work before refocusing on his task. You fume at his reaction. You hated how he could make you feel so good with just 2 fingers.

"Put it in." You wanted this over with. And he complied. Ready with another hard-on, he removes his fingers before suckling on them. Shifting closer, he readies his cock before your hole. You breathe out, preparing for his length as you clench the blankets.

He slides it in slowly, stretching you out. You breathe through it, pain and all. He finally gets inside all the way, leaning over you as he pants. "Darling.." He moans, "You feel so good." He pulls his hips back, before pushing back into you slowly. You grunt as he presses against your insides, his cock twitching inside you.

"Go faster.." You clutch onto the bedsheets, nails digging into your palm as he digs his knees into the bed, gaining stability for the next action. Pulling out, he pounds into you. You moan, unable to contain yourself. Your cock, now hard, pulses with urgency as he pushes himself into your walls. You could feel your close.

Your thighs clench as you release, crying out as you cum. Seed shoots from your tip to his chest, staining his dark shirt. He doesn't seem to mind, just continuing to feed himself from your insides. You gasp as the wind is knocked from you, your hole being abused by a sizeable dick. His hands move to grip your waist, digging into your skin hard as he bites his lip. He plows into you one more time before searing white explodes in you.

He bucks softly, releasing everything he's got, filling you up before pulling out. Cum seeps from your hole onto the bed, but you're too exhausted to care. He falls beside you, heaving for air through his flushed face. Heavy eyelids fall, forcing you to fall asleep before cleaning up.

The next morning you wake up, you notice how he'd cleaned you up before leaving. How thoughtful. The day goes on as expected, ending back at your bed once more. You had gotten comfy, excited at how you weren't gonna see the demon for a week. As you were about to fall asleep, a wave of coldness washes over you.

#your boyfriend #your boyfriend x reader #your boyfriend visual game #yourboyfriendgame #yourboyfriend

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fvrxdrm · 3 years

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5 Times

Pairing: Damnation!Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warning(s): None

*****

4 times Leon didn't confess his love and 1 time he did.

One

It was the giggles that sailed upon your boat, the laughter, the smiles. You both saw the funny in everything and that was your bond. You could be serious too; you loved deeply of others more than what was generally accepted. So you guessed the humor was how you let out the tension that kind of love brings. In those silly moments you were perfect, and they were the sweetness you needed in rough times. That's what friends do, right? It's the love that makes doors in emotional brick walls, the love that makes everything possible.

That's what Leon always thought. It was so cordial and unique in a way that he felt like what he valued so much was somehow outlandish and alien. He couldn't distinguish what comes out of him whenever you were with him and every tingle that raises hills on his skin was a puzzle he was unable to solve.

"I'll see you around," you mumbled against his chest.

"Yep." Leon unwrapped his arms around you albeit slowly, reluctant for some reason, and smiled through his pursed lips. "I'll see you around."

He watched as you wended your way from his house and into your home, a teasing tug pulling his lips at the ghost of your own against his cheek.

Two

Under the dim lights and the colorful ornamentations, your raiment sparkled against the gleam, catching the eye of many guests, predominantly Leon. You looked like a princess wearing a headband that imitated a crown, a top and a pair of pants embellished with a winking glint that could be mistaken as diamonds from afar, and heeled leather boots that comically made you look tall. Your hair was in a loose and messy braid with a few strands hanging just beside your face and a light chain that twisted along your H/L H/C locks.

Leon was in awe, no doubt. His focus was glued to your appearance. Even when his friends were making random conversations with him, he found it unbearably hard to keep his icy blues away from you.

"You should just ask her out, you know. You've been staring at her with heart eyes the entire night," Chris spoke as he followed the trail of Leon's gaze towards you.

Leon broke away from his stupor and shook his head at the man's voice, his blood rushing towards his neck and face.

"What? No, no. You're mistaken. I-I don't like her like that."

"You sure? Last time we were drunk you were yelling about how much you love her right into my ear."

"We were drunk, Chris."

"And? What's that saying again? A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts?" Chris simpered as Leon's eyes widened in surprise.

"What? Th-that's not true!" He denied.

"Mhm, sure. Anyway, my girlfriend's probably looking for me now," the taller and bulkier man said. "At least ask her to dance."

As Chris' footsteps faded away into the beat of the music, Leon thought about what he had said.

Did he actually like her, or was it just something he was confusing himself with? Either way, you were still a treasured dear to him and whether or not his heart was romantically beating for you, he would still value you the same, although he would probably be a bit clingier if you did end up together.

For now, he'll just ask you for a dance, go with the flow, and see what happens.

Three

The night rode in on a horse of pure midnight velvet, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colors of the day rested, perhaps dreamt of the morrow, the forest became its monochrome beauty, darkened greens and golds that made an ever-changing, ever-present puzzle, question and answer united.

Fire danced beside you as you and Leon laid against under the constellation of stars and talked the night away, smiling and laughing at every jest that was told.

It felt pleasant to be in his arms and he felt warmth as a wild heart beat in his bars.

"This one," you began, leading his fingers towards a raised and silvery part of your skin, "I got this when I was younger. I got stabbed by a pencil."

"A pencil?"

"Yeah. My friend and I got into a fight and it was buried, like, 3-fucking-inches inside of me. And holy shit, my teacher didn't fucking notice it while I was bleeding profusely. I was leaking hamburger helper!"

Leon busted a gut and pulled you towards him even more as he shook in laughter.

You went on and on about the most absurd things that had happen during your childhood until you lost all energy and eventually fell asleep in Leon's arms.

You looked peaceful, he thought. Your face was so serene as if nothing had really affected you in any way. The world was cruel, but you only sought for the brighter side and stood along it with your back turned to the hell it truly bore. Your lips were parted lightly, and hair just a tad bit messy from all the exaggerated movements you'd done while telling your stories and tossing your head back while laughing. A part of your skin was showing as your top rode up, and he couldn't the blush that crawled up to his face when realized his hand was rested on that patch of skin.

He smiled.

Maybe he did like you, or love you. If his admiration wasn't enough, then his heart reassured him.

Four

"Oh, fuck!"

You swam away from Leon as fast as your arms and legs could fight against the water as he chased you, muscles and quads aiding him. Compared to you, he was more skilled in this type of stuff while you had chicken legs with barely anything of assistance. So it was no surprise when he caught up to you with spider hands and wrapped his arms around your waist. He tickled your stomach, the bareness of it making the stimulation all the more patent and making you guffaw while squirming in his arms.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" You cried in between laughter. You turned around to face him when you felt his hands making a stop against the side of torso and looked at the wonders of his eyes steadily and intensely.

You didn't notice it, but Leon's breath hitched at the proximity of your faces, the hot air that flew out of your nose hitting the droplets on his face. You were in a daze. Both of you. It felt so intimate and bona fide that for a second that was your only reality.

Your fingers trailed up his chest, neck, and finally his cheek, and for a moment, your hand was still on his face with only your thumb moving to stroke the scar that was stripped away from his hair. Leon furrowed his brows. The inside of your lip was lightly bitten as you thought about your next action for a moment. But decided that fuck it, life is short. If he felt the same way than congrats! But if he didn't, well, it's either he'll pull away or kiss back with no purpose. And hey, what's the matter with making out with your best friend?

And so, you drew a bit closer, albeit rather slowly in case Leon wanted to pull away. But seeing as he was copying your motions, you saw his intention and pressed your lips against his in a shy lip-lock.

Five

Leon tugged on his tie as he looked at the people dancing around inside of the venue, his heart doing a little dance of its own when he saw you smiling with the crowd.

He blew a sigh, the breeze intertwining with the air. He could see the party from the balcony: flashes of different color schemes, the swaying of dresses as the women moved, the chattering of people as they drank the glasses of champagne. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe this was all about you and him; two souls entwined by love.

"I see you didn't invite me," a sultry and velvety voice said from beside him. He knew who it was and it didn't faze him anymore to see her appearing uninvited as she always did.

"What are you doing here, Ada?"

"What, I can't go see two of my favorite people anymore?"

"Well, it always ended in a mess, anyway, so what's the point." Ada chuckled in response and leaned back against the railing, the smile her giggling left still ghosting on her face. It was all jokes, fun, and games to her for a moment until she turned serious and gazed at you from a distance where you couldn't notice.

"Take care of each other, Leon. You both are worth more than what you give yourselves credit for," she muttered. "I wish I could've given her the life you're giving to her now. But I can't, and I'll remain like this until I die."

In the depths of her mind, Ada reminisced on the time when she was in Leon's position. She gave the love you needed and wanted, and cared for you in so many ways. But she was a mercenary, a wanted one at that, and she knew that one day, everything would be thrown into a void or burned until it turned to ashes. So, she broke what you had off and handed you to Leon where he could give you a better life.

Leon couldn't say anything. It seemed rude and odd but he remembered when you knocked on his door, drenched in rain water and sobbing everything from your chest. It hurt to see you like that. And so, he promised. He promised to be the best husband he could ever be and shower you with everything he could give you.

"Leon!" Your voice rang out as you ran towards him with a wide smile on your face, startling the both of them.

Leon turned towards where Ada stood but saw that she was gone as if she was nothing but an apparition that was made by his mind.

He was befuddled for a moment, pondering about his encounter with the woman, but found his heart racing as you came closer to him.

What transpired was long forgotten and all the world could see how Leon mimicked the smile that defined the joy you brought to him. He was just happy to share such a beautiful moment with you and he optimistically wondered about what was ahead of you.

He pulled you towards him and spun you around as he battered your face with kisses, whispering 'I love you's and so many more sweet nothings against your cheeks while you laughed in his arms.

Hidden within the shadows was the raven-haired woman, imitating their smiles as she watched the intimacy from afar. She felt like her mission was done and although it hurt, she was thankful for what she'd done. Leon was going to give you the life you deserved and he was going to fill the holes she'd left.

*****

This was rushed. Lol. And I'm using my phone. How was it tho?

This was the outfit I had in mind. Feel free to change it though.

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Cry-Baby

A commissioned continuation of this soulmate AU by the lovely @pokemonfreak666 - thanks for your patience, bby!!

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader, Kirishima Eijiro x Female Reader

TW non-con, nsfw, double penetration, rough fucking, minor mentions of blood, kidnapping

The water’s not hot enough.

It should be; it should burn. The knob’s twisted all the way up, steam rising in billowing clouds, fogging up the bathroom mirror, but it’s not hot enough. You can still feel them on you. Everything else – the blood, saliva, their cum, you’d watched it swirl down the drain, sitting on the shower floor, arms curled tightly around yourself as if that was the only thing keeping you from falling apart and shattering entirely.

But the water’s scalding, and you can still feel your soulmates’ hands crawling over you… their mouths… their cocks tearing you apart from the inside out. Why won’t it wash away? You’ve scrubbed and scrubbed, your skin’s red and raw but the filthy feeling won’t go.

And they’re just outside. Sitting in your bedroom, or maybe wandering around your living room, sprawled across your couch flipping through channels on the TV. Maybe they’re out there looking at the pictures that line your walls, you and your family, your friends. Fuck, maybe they’re in your kitchen, rifling through your fridge for a late night snack after fucking their soulmate six ways from Sunday.

You can’t go back out there. You don’t want to see them.

Is it awful to hope for some kind of horrifying villain attack or massive accident to force them to go and leave you in peace?

… Would they?

You can’t imagine Pro Heroes not running off to do their duty, but before a few hours ago, you couldn’t imagine them holding somebody down and raping them either, and clearly they had no qualms about doing that, so maybe your Heroes aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.

Then again, what difference would leaving make? They know where you live, probably where you work. There’s no anonymity anymore, it’s not like you can just slip away and hide from them.

You’ve been in the bathroom too long already, you know that – you can almost feel their anxious energy seeping through the crack in the door. Too much longer and they’ll surely come bursting in.

Patience clearly wasn’t their strong point, and it’s nothing short of a miracle they let you come in and shower alone. Kirishima at least had been more than eager to come join you, grinning widely and tugging you by the arm towards the bathroom– it’d been Bakugou, watching you pale and flinch through red, unreadable eyes who’d reined him back in.

Maybe he saw how scared you were, how fragile the thread that was holding you together was. Maybe he thought that gifting you these precious minutes alone after what they did would in any way come close to starting to mend the damage they’d just wrought.

Maybe he just hadn’t cared enough beyond getting his dick wet.

You’d grown up thinking your soulmates would make you happy, love you in a way that nobody else ever could. The possibility of ever deliberately hurting them seemed like such a foreign and uncomfortable concept to you. But obviously they didn’t care enough about your feelings or your lack of consent to stop them from forcing themselves onto you, maybe you were nothing but an object to them. Something to take and fuck, because naturally you were made for them.

What did it matter if you didn’t want it?

Your eyes drift down to the timers on your wrists, run down to zero. A quaking sob rips from your throat and you bite down harshly on your bottom lip to stifle it.

“Why am I even here? In less than an hour you’re gonna meet them, and what am I supposed to do then, hmm?” your friend had asked with a laugh. “Be the world’s most awkward fourth wheel?”

You’d laughed with her, knocking your shoulders against hers with a fond little smile, “Well if they’re gonna be in my life for the long haul, don't you think it’s important that they meet the person who matters to me the most right off the bat?”

You’re terrified of going back out there and facing them, but what other option do you have? The only window in the bathroom is too high and too small to squeeze through, and even if you could, getting an apartment on the seventh floor had seemed like a great idea at the time, but it doesn’t exactly lend itself to an easy getaway.

The flimsy lock on the bathroom door is all that’s keeping them out – with their strength it’s hardly much of a barrier at all, but it’s all you have.

Here in your bathroom, under the scalding water, you’re safe. They can’t hurt you.

You’d like to think that now they’ve gotten what they wanted, now that they know that you can’t run and their reputations can’t be tarnished, they’ll go. And there’s a little voice inside your head that tells you it’s a stupid, foolish hope. You know that the moment you set foot outside that door, things’ll never be the same again.

A few years back, you read an article on some tabloid website about an up and coming Hero who’d disappeared out of the blue after joining Hawks’ agency as an intern. Supposedly, they were soulmates, and once the Pro realised it, he’d swooped her up and taken her to some secret safe house to hide her away from the rest of the world, supposedly ‘for her own protection’. It was all rumours, of course. No way for them to actually prove the theory – and no one actually cared about some missing, low level Hero at the end of the day. It was news for a week and then everybody moved on.

Are they gonna do the same thing to you?

Spirit you away to some hideout where they can keep you all to themselves – so they can fuck you whenever they want without having to worry about you running off? You’ll never see your family again, or your friends… they’ll be your entire world, and just like that intern, everybody else will forget you ever existed.

Or maybe they’ll be satisfied enough just forcing themselves into your life, letting you go back to your job, your boring, mundane nine to five, never knowing when they’re going to pop up and take what they want. They’ll come over and play house, acting as if this is a normal relationship, waiting for you to come around and accept them.

Love them.

The thoughts makes bile rise in your throat. Your entire body aches from inside out. There’s bitemarks and bruises littering your skin, marks that won’t fade for days… you can’t let them do this to you again.

As if they can hear your panicked thoughts, a knock sounds on the bathroom door, and your heart clenches.

“Hey, babe?” Kirishima calls out, “You okay? You’ve kinda been in there a while…”

That same voice, chanting breathlessly above you, “I love you, I love you– f-fuck– I love you!”

Panic, cloying and sharp tears at you. You try to answer, tell him to leave you alone, that you need more time, but the words catch in your throat and all that comes out is a pitiful squeak and he knocks again, louder, more insistent and it’s too much.

They're gonna break down the door and hurt you again. Hot tears well up and spill down your cheeks with an audible sob, and you clutch at yourself tighter, willing them away–

“Babe? Talk to us, sweetheart, you’re making us worried.”

The door handle jiggles insistently, and you bury your face between your knees breathing rapidly, they’re gonna break it down, they’re gonna break it down, they’re gonna–

“Move, Kiri,” Bakugou snaps.

You don’t register the snap of the lock breaking or the frantic footsteps that approach, the harsh sound of your heaving gasps drowning out all else. Then suddenly there’s strong, muscular arms pulling you out from the water with a muffled curse.

It’s Kirishima who’s holding you, you realise as a flash of blond darts back behind you to turn the shower off. And it’s suffocating, the way he clutches at you, big hands running along your back, pulling you closer, holding you tighter, words of comfort you can’t hear over the pounding of your own heart spilling from his lips.

And then Bakugou’s face is filling your vision, the scowl on his face growing more pronounced as he studies you – shaking, teary, eyes wide and swimming with fear–

Something inside of you just gives and you don’t fight it when the darkness swallows you whole.

—

When you come to, you’re lying on something soft – a bed, you realise, but not your own. There’s an arm slung over your waist; corded with muscles, tan, covered in fine, golden hair and faint white scars; Bakugou’s.

Which means that the warm breath gently tickling at your neck must belong to him as well.

You’re not naked at least; a quick glance down at your body revealing they’d dressed you in one of your old tees and a pair of panties. You’re not sure whether that observation is supposed to calm or unnerve you; you’d rather be clothed than not, but the thought of your soulmates rifling through your things, dressing you while you were unconscious… is not a pleasant one.

“You’re awake.” It’s an observation, not a question. His voice is gruff, an edge of sleepiness clinging to the words, but it lacks the heat you’ve come to expect from the explosive Hero. He sounds comfortable almost – at least that’s the sense you get as his face presses up against the nape of your neck, his arm drawing you closer with a low groan.

Still, you haven’t uttered a sound.

It feels surreal, lying there in your captor’s arms – and he is your captor, soulmate or no, there’s no denying that fact anymore. There’s a part of you that realises that you should be panicking, kicking scratching and clawing because you don’t know where you are, but it’s certainly not your apartment and you definitely don’t want him touching you after what he’s already put you through.

But rather than the sheer, unrelenting panic that had gripped you before, it’s just… nothing. Dormant, lying simmering just below the surface, and you’re almost scared to draw breath, to shatter the sweet, tender facade between the two of you.

There’s no point in asking where you are, no point in demanding he let you go. They’ve shown you that what you want doesn’t matter here, so instead you ask the obvious question.

“Where’s Kirishima?”

Bakugou grunts, burrowing himself closer. It’s not cold in the room, but his bare skin burns like a furnace, just on the wrong side of comfortable. “Makin’ breakfast.”

Breakfast.

You swallow tightly, but Bakugou isn’t done.

“Scared the shit out of us, fainting like that,” he scoffs. “Should’a fuckin’ known you’d need us to come take care of you.”

His fingers, resting over your stomach, dip lower, sliding roughly beneath the hem of your panties as he grinds his hips along your ass. He’s hard already, you can feel every inch of it, long and thick pressing insistently up against you.

Shame and indignation flare up like a match struck, but before you can even open your mouth to snap a retort, Bakugou yanks his hand out of your underwear to stuff his fingers inside your mouth.

Your first instinct is to bite down, but the blond at your back just growls, “Suck,” and you’re not stupid enough to think that hurting him (or trying to at least) is going to stop what’s about to happen.

Or maybe you’re just scared to test exactly how far you can push them before they really hurt you.

Obediently, your tongue swirls around his thick digits, hollowing out your cheeks and earning a grunt of appreciation from your soulmate.

“Always thought that my soulmate was gonna be someone strong,” he mutters, his hips still rocking up against yours. “Somebody who could keep up with Kiri ‘n me, hold their own in a fight. Never thought you’d be some weak as shit, quirkless little cry-baby.”

It stings more than it has any right to.

Slowly, his fingers slide from your lips, a long, thin glistening strand of saliva connecting the two. It’s hard to fight the whine that escapes you as they return to your pussy, angrily shoving aside your panties before thinking better of it and ripping them off of you completely. The warm puff of breath that ghosts across your skin sends shivers down your spine, and though you can’t see his face when he speaks next you can tell that he’s grinning.

“But fuck, sweetheart, you’re goddamn perfect – everythin’ we didn’t know we needed.”

He kisses you as his index and middle fingers plunge eagerly into your cunt, not the rough, biting kisses he’d gifted you with the night before, no. These are almost tender, sweet – or at least as sweet as a monster like Bakugou is capable of – entirely at odds with way his calloused fingers curl inside of you, fucking you, stretching you out while he cruelly thumbs at your clit.

Katsuki wants you strung out and whining for him. For Kirishima.

He wants you helpless.

“We’re gonna keep you nice ‘n safe, baby. Won’t have to worry about a goddamn fucking thing ‘cept keepin’ your soulmates happy.”

It sounds more like the passing of a sentence than a reassurance, but you can’t tell him that you don’t want this. He knows – he has to by now. He just doesn't care.

You don’t hear it when Kiri comes back, not when Bakugou’s sucking at your neck, your pussy throbbing with need as his fingers drive relentlessly into you, hitting your g-spot with every flick of his wrist.

You might not have noticed the redhead lingering in the doorway, his cock tenting in his pants, eyes dark and glazed over as he watches the show unfolding before him, but Bakugou certainly does.

“Oi, shitty hair. You just gonna stand there and watch or are you actually gonna fucking do something?” His voice is rough and a little breathless, closer to a growl than speech – it makes your gut clench, a shiver run down along your spine.

When your eyes finally do meet Kirishima’s, your heart squeezes, your stomach flipping. Kirishima’s staring at you like a wolf readying itself to pounce, like he wants to devour every inch of you and savour the taste.

He grins widely, pink tongue darting out to lick his lips.

Bakugou’s the one with the bad reputation – as explosive as his quirk, brash at the best of times and overly aggressive even with his friends – you have every reason to be terrified of him, even before he broke into your home to take you.

Kirishima might be kinder, gentler with his touches (at least, he tries to be), but you’re a fool if you think you’re any safer with the redhead.

“Thought you said you were gonna wait,” he says, advancing towards the two of you as he kicks out of his shorts, but the grin on his face doesn’t waver for a second. He’s not nearly as put out as he pretends. “I could hear the pretty little thing moaning all the way in the kitchen.”

Shame would be enough to flood your cheeks with heat, but it’s the sight of Kiri’s cock, flushed an angry red, veiny and thick, hanging heavy between his muscular thighs that does the job. The spit in your mouth dries, your heart thumping unevenly even as pleasure pools in your gut courtesy of Bakugou’s attention. You let out a sharp shriek as he quickens his pace, one hand reaching to grab at his wrist, the other clutching desperately for purchase at the bedsheets, but it’s not enough.

Heat burns at your core, and unwittingly, you find your hips bucking up against him, fervently searching for more.

At your back, the blond chuckles, you feel the deep vibrations echoing through your chest, “Yeah, well you were taking too long.”

There might be more that he says, but at that moment he slides a third finger into your dripping cunt, calloused fingertips slamming against your tight, gummy walls and you’re robbed of the ability to think.

Your first orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, the building pleasure snapping like an elastic band stretched too far. A strangled moan slips out of your lips, and you don’t even notice the teeth sinking into your shoulder, Bakugou once more staking his claim as you cum for him. You quiver and quake in his grip, your cunt tightening around his digits and sucking them in further with a lewd squelching sound that you might be more embarrassed about if you could focus on anything but the pleasurable aftershocks of your peak.

All the while, Kirishima drinks you in, salivating at the sight of your drooling, fucked out expression, the syrupy slick that’s all but dripping out around Bakugou’s thick fingers, still stuffed deep inside of your pussy.

And maybe if he were a better man, he might allow you a moment to breathe and hurtle back down to earth, but patience has never been a virtue of his. He lunges forward faster than a man of his size has any right to, jumping onto the bed and all but tearing you out of Bakugou’s hold. You’re still reeling, panting and sore and dizzy with pleasure as Kirishima’s lips crash against yours, stealing what little breath you have left in a burning kiss.

Your attention’s caught on the way his tongue’s sliding against yours, trying to coax you into kissing back, the sharp, minty taste of him – you miss the way he grasps at his flushed, leaking cock, dragging it along your puffy slit. You miss the sound of Bakugou shedding his own pants.

You’re still weakly trying to push at his chest when Kiri slides his cock into your warm, welcoming cunt, his low, guttural moan lost to your lips. And despite Bakugou’s attempts at preparing you, it still burns, the sheer girth of his fat cock filling you up and stretching you uncomfortably. Tears sting at your eyes, a whimper catching in your throat as he hums in pleasure, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer, impaling you further onto his length.

Yet you’re not given a moment to accommodate the massive cock inside of you – not as you feel another blunt, flushed cockhead pressing up against your already stuffed pussy. Realisation hits a moment too late, your face blanching, your heart skipping a beat as panic – sheer panic – chokes at you.

You try to push back from Kiri’s embrace, only to feel Bakugou once again pressing up against your back, trapping you between them. You squirm in vain, trying to kick and push, fighting even as the blond’s cock, not as girthy as Kirishima’s but still far too big for you to take with Kiri still inside of you, starts to force its way into your plush, velvety walls.

“F-fuck, she’s tight,” he grunts as you arch up against Kiri, your tits, still covered by your thin, cotton tee, squishing up against his bare chest in an attempt to writhe away from the overwhelming feeling of fullness, the burning, stinging, throbbing pain between your legs.

But your soulmates are far from considerate, not even as you start to wail, your nails raking down the redhead’s broad shoulders.

“Your pussy’s a fuckin’ dream,” he continues, swearing with a hiss as he finally bottoms out.

It’s too much, you feel like you’re being split in two. Every twitch and throb of their dicks, every vein, every inch of them is pressed too tightly against you, your walls struggling to take them both. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, oh god it hurts so fucking bad, but neither one of them care as you start to sob–

No, Kiri just kisses away your tears, taking your face in his large hands and cooing sweetly when you beg them through gasping, heaving sobs to stop.

“You’re doing so good for us, baby. Look how well you’re taking our cocks – it’s like you were made for us,” he laughs at his own stupid joke, and all you can focus on is the pain as he starts to draw his hips back, your oversensitive walls screaming in protest. “We’re gonna make you feel so fucking amazing, just wait.”

And it’s not his wide, beaming grin that shatters you, or even the hunger blazing in those crimson depths. It’s not Bakugou panting at your back, his hands coming up to shove your top up so he can palm greedily at your tits, or even the lewd almost feral sounds the explosion Hero’s making as he and Kirishima settle into a maddening rhythm, not allowing you a moment to catch your breath and steady yourself as they fuck you.

No, it’s the sheer, feverish love you can see written across his face clear as day, the softness with which he holds you, even as he chases his own pleasure.

This is their version of love, and you – quirkless, weak as shit and entirely at their mercy – have no hope in hell of escaping it.

#yandere bnha #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere kirishima eijiro #yandere bakugou katuski x reader #yandere kirishima eijiro x reader #yandere bakugou x reader #yandere kirishima x reader #tw non con #tw kidnapping #tw blood #it's like one mention but still #me posting this when my dash is dead instead of at 2am #more likely than you think

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badassbuchanan · 3 years

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No Goodbye (Part 2)

Part 1

Warnings: sadness and smut; I said it once and I’ll say it again, you will cry. Oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, soft!bucky, mentions of Steve.

Word Count: 8772

A/N: believe it or not I actually cut my original part 2 in half and it’s still this long lmao

also thank you so much for all your lovely comments about Part 1 - I hope you enjoy Part 2 just as much x

Y/N had a slight peace about her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t happiness, she wouldn’t go as far as to say that. But there was a minute pause in her grieving, and she knew it was due to her relationship with Bucky.

They had such a deep understanding, such a reliance on one another that had kept Y/N going through the most difficult time of her life. It was Y/N and Bucky versus the world, and she really felt she could do it with him by her side.

She’d finished a solo training session, finally trying to make a start on picking up the pieces of her life after Steve. All of her activities usually included a metal armed super soldier, but Bucky had told Y/N this morning that he was meeting up with an old friend. She didn’t think much of it, apart from a quick thought of confusion as to who this unknown old friend could be.

But she got her answer when she made her way through the kitchen of the compound, walking in on something she never expected to see. Her heart sunk into her chest, physically aching as she felt a hard wave of nausea and sadness hit her like a ton of bricks.

“I’m really glad you called.” Sharon Carter smiled up at Bucky from where they stood leaning against the counter, their chests inches apart as she moved her hand forward to rest on top of his.

Bucky smiled back at her, both of them unaware of Y/N’s presence. Her eyes blinked rapidly to stop the tears from falling as her body went into panic, feeling like she was losing Bucky the same way she’d lost Steve. He was replacing her with Sharon.

Within moments, the progress it had taken Y/N over a year to make was washed away. She pressed her lips together in a hard line as she watched the scene in front of her, unable to control the unsteadiness of her breathing as wave after wave of emotion hit her. Betrayal, rejection, abandonment, heartbreak. It was all the same things she’d felt after Steve left. And she knew she wasn’t strong enough to go through it again.

The world spun around her, feeling like it was collapsing in on her. She was only stood there for a few minutes, but it felt like forever before she caught the attention of the two other people in the room. Y/N immediately shoved her head down and paced her way quickly through the kitchen.

“Y/N.” Sharon smiled sympathetically as she noticed the girl, it was the first time she’d seen her since Steve’s decision to leave. Bucky’s head lifted to watch Y/N as he stood up a little straighter, his heart immediately sinking with concern as he noticed her saddened face.

“Hey.” Y/N glanced quickly over at the pair, faking a smile as she focused on getting to the hallway on the other side. It hurt her so much to see Bucky close to Sharon, of all people. But if anything, she understood. Sharon was the typical “American sweetheart” type. She had the looks, the body, the personality, she had it all. She even had Steve, and now Bucky too.

“Y/N” Bucky’s voice dropped with sadness as he desperately wanted to run to her in that moment, to hold her and tell her everything was okay. Because that’s what he did, whenever she needed him, he was there.

“Please excuse me.” She whimpered weakly, her head dropping down again as she did her best to avoid Bucky. She did her best to hold back her emotions until she reached the exit to the hallway, unable to contain her tears any longer.

A loud sob escaped her lips as soon as she was out of the room, her hand smacking over her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Her body trembled, almost collapsing against the wall with weakness as her eyes clouded with tears. She was losing Bucky.

She let her bedroom door close behind her, almost screaming in uncontrollable sadness as she felt her heart break. She crawled onto the bed, once again trying to make sense of what was happening to her. It didn’t take her long to find the common denominator in the problems, it was her. She wasn’t good enough, she was unlovable, Steve had realised it and now, so had Bucky. Her heart thudded against her chest, an overwhelming sense of aloneness washed over her heated body.

She sighed deeply, trying to steady her breathing as she laid on her side, curling her body up into a ball. She let out her tears now that she was alone, her hand clutching a fist into her pillow as her body ached in pain. Her cries came out as loud heaving breaths, her eyes squeezing shut so tightly that she started seeing black.

“Steve,” She whispered shakily as she sobbed, as if he would be able to hear her somehow. It was the second time she’d said his name since he’d left her, her bottom lip trembling as she succumbed to the sadness. “I just wish you were here.” She admitted as the mattress shook with her deep cries, the unbearable pain making it impossible for her to stop the tears from falling.

She sniffed between cries, her cheeks reddening from the salty streams of liquid running down her face. “I’m all alone again.” She whispered sadly, a pout on her lips as she furrowed her eyebrows in a frown of hurt.

Somewhere along the line Y/N had come to accept the fact that Bucky was everything she had now, that it was just going to be the two of them forever because no one else could ever understand them like they did each other. She liked the idea of it just being the two of them, it made her feel safe. But then again, she believed that Steve would be with her forever once upon a time.

Her heart ached as she realised that one day he would leave her, just like Steve did. That he would move on with his life and she would be left to go on without him. That one day Bucky would find himself a girl that wasn’t her, someone like Sharon, or even Peggy. Someone pretty and strong and worthy of their love. And that terrified her, being left alone again, this time without Bucky to help her through. She couldn't, she wouldn’t survive waking up one day and finding that he was gone.

Her survival instinct kicked in, coming to the conclusion that the only way to stop herself from getting hurt again was to block Bucky out. To push him away completely. She couldn’t let him in anymore than she already had, not when he was going to leave. She hated the fact that she’d opened up to him so much already, trusted him enough to think he’d stay with her forever.

The soft knock on her door brought her back from her thoughts, her eyes closing tightly as she pulled the pillow down to hug it against her chest, where Bucky would usually be.

“Go away.” She mumbled softly, hearing the door open with a squeak from behind her. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, she didn’t want to see anyone, she just wanted to be alone, like she would be for the rest of her life.

“Doll, it’s just me.” Bucky’s voice almost whispered as he arched his eyebrows sadly. Even though she was facing away from him he knew she’d been crying. His heart broke watching the way she was curled up so small on the bed, wishing he’d been there sooner to comfort her.

“I said go away.” She repeated with a little more sternness in her tone. She squeezed the pillow tightly, her heart hardening towards the super soldier as she felt the tears welling up in her eyes again. She didn’t want him near her, she didn’t want to get used to the feeling of him holding her. She didn’t want to be able to miss him. She didn’t want to feel anything anymore, it was easier that way.

“Hey, it’s okay to be sad. I still miss him too.” Bucky’s soft tone was slightly soothing to her, which only caused her to harden her heart even more. She heard him move closer to the bed, wanting to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay like he usually did. She tried to ignore him, a sudden wave of numbness evolved from her pain.

Bucky’s throat felt like it was closing up, his breathing shaky as his eyes welled up with tears. He couldn’t understand why she didn’t want him here. She always wanted him here. He always wanted to be here.

Panic flooded through his body as his jaw clenched with sadness, looking towards the ceiling as he tried to reason why she was pushing him away. He stepped forward, sitting on the edge of the mattress as he desperately tried to get her to let him comfort her.

She flinched when she felt the bed dip with his weight behind her, letting out a shaky breath as she closed herself off to him. It hurt, but it wouldn’t hurt so much when he told her he was in love with Sharon, or when he left without saying goodbye.

“Y/N, c’mon.” He sniffed quietly, his eyes pleading as he tugged on her hip to get her to face him. He couldn’t make sense of the situation, tears streaming down his face as he tried to get her to come back to him. He couldn’t lose her, she was all he had. He didn’t know what to do, she’d given his life meaning in his darkest hours, she was his light, guiding him home. But the way she was pushing him away made him him feel lost in a sea of black.

Y/N sighed, full of numbness as she rolled over to face him. Her eyes slowly glanced up at his face, her teeth clenching together as she felt her heart ache, trying to ignore how sad and confused Bucky looked.

“Just go away, Bucky.” She mumbled emotionlessly, her eyes stinging from all the tears she’d cried as dropped them away to avoid his stare. She thought back to what she’d seen in the kitchen, a sharp pain tingling through her chest as she moved her hand down to push Bucky’s arm off of her. “I’ll be fine.”

“Please.” He whispered sadly, scared of how she was pushing him away. He didn’t want to lose her. He couldn’t lose her. She was everything to him. She’d never rejected him like this before, and Bucky was panicking, not knowing how to fix her pain. “I don’t want you being alone when you’re sad.”

His comment pushed her over the edge, her numbness replaced with anger as she shifted her eyes to look up at him. “Well I can’t rely on you forever, can I?” she snapped, her eyebrows furrowing into a frown as she watched Bucky’s face soften. He flinched at her words, his head dropping as he tried to hide his pain.

He stayed silent, unsure of what was going through her head. He thought if he didn’t speak, she’d let him at least stay near her. That way he could still make sure she was okay. He didn’t understand why she was pushing him away when she’d usually be so open.

“God, you’re not listening to me,” She sighed in frustration, her chest tightening as she felt another wave of pain washing over her. “I don’t want you here.” She growled through gritted teeth, her blood boiling as he refused to listen to her. She lifted herself up to sit on the bed as she shoved her hand against his body, pushing him away. “Go!” She yelled, full of pain as she shoved him again.

Bucky’s heart broke as he felt her weak hand pushing him away, his body moving as she continued to shove him. He heard the raw pain in her voice, his tears dropping down onto his shirt, as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to wake up from this nightmare.

“Y/N” He sobbed out her name, trying to bring his girl back to him. Her words pained him like a dagger through his heart, his chest heaving as he felt like he was losing the only person he had left in the world.

“Just leave me alone.” She whimpered out, her anger melting into sadness as she begged him to leave. She wanted more than anything to be held in his embrace, to feel his strong arms wrapped around her, but it would be a false sense of security that she had to protect herself from.

Bucky sighed sadly, blinking through his tears as he decided to obey her wish. He moved his flesh hand to wrap around hers that had been shoving him away, pulling her closer as he leaned in to press a kiss on her forehead.

Y/N melted into his touch for just a moment, both of them revealing in the calmness their closeness brought them before the memory of Sharon’s hand on his flooded through her brain. She immediately leaned away from him, tugging her hand out of his grip as she kept her eyes down, silently rolling over to face away from him as her head hit the pillow.

Bucky’s chest collapsed beneath his skin as he watched her shut him out, his eyebrows arching as he bit the inside of his lip. He felt so torn, wanting to give her what she wanted as well as holding her close and comforting her, something that always made both of them feel better.

“I’m just down the hall if you need me.” He whispered shakily, secretly hoping she would change her mind as he pushed himself up off the bed. He walked towards the door, hearing the gentle sobs of the girl behind him. His heart ached to be with her, but he forced himself out of the room to give her the space she wanted.

Bucky felt like he was losing her, pressing his back against the wall in the hallway next to her door as his head fell back. A sudden guilt washed over him as he panicked, had she found out the truth? Is that why she was pushing him away? No, it couldn’t be. The only person who knew that was him. Well, the only person here, anyway. His heart sunk as he heard her crying, his own tears flooding freely down his burning cheeks. He hoped that she’d come back to him soon, because he already felt so alone in a world so big.

Y/N cried harder once she heard the door close behind him, the emptiness of the room consumed her. As she laid there in the silence, all by herself, she got a glimpse of how lonely the rest of her life would be, and it only made her miss Steve more than she had done in a long time.

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“What do I have to do?” Y/N asked nervously as she laid back on her bed just as Wanda had instructed her to. She looked over at the auburn haired witch from where she sat next to Y/N on the edge of the bed.

“Just relax,” Wanda whispered soothingly waving her hands around an invisible force as a crimson dust came to life. Her eyes glowed bright red as she stared intensely at the lying girl, slipping into her thoughts. “Let your heart speak for itself.”

Y/N breathed shakily, closing her eyes as she followed Wanda’s directions, the world around her swirling as the Scarlett Witch flicked her fingers towards Y/N, the red glow zooming through the air to delve into her mouth and nostrils.

Y/N gasped softly as she felt the supernatural force wash over her body, her heart racing as the magic flooded through her veins. She responsively opened her eyes, her pupils glowing red as Wanda smiled softly, knowing the spell had worked.

The room felt slightly different as Y/N sat up on the bed, noticing that Wanda was nowhere to be seen. Technically Wanda was still in the room, the spell just made Y/N unable to see her. Y/N scanned the silent room, everything was exactly as it should be, not a single detail out of place.

But the scent was different, it was familiar, but it was something Y/N hadn’t inhaled in a while. Before she had time to properly analyse the situation, the bedroom door opened and Y/N’s heart almost burst with emotion. Steve Rogers, dressed in a 40′s style army uniform, his hair neatly combed and his face freshly shaven, his blue eyes glowing in the light of the room.

“Steve.” She whispered as air got caught in her lungs, almost choking as she watched her boyfriend walk into the bedroom, a giant smile on his face. Time froze for Y/N as she looked him up and down in disbelief, watching him drop a duffle bag to the floor as he held his arms open.

“Miss me?” Hearing his voice for the first time in what seemed like forever made Y/N’s eyes well up with happy tears, letting out a shaky breath as she quickly climbed off of the bed. She raced towards him, almost jumping into his arms as she thudded her chest against his.

“Woah, there’s my best girl.” Steve chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her tightly as he let his chin rest against her head. She closed her eyes, inhaling his scent as a flood of relief and happiness washed over her. “I got back as soon as I could.”

“I’ve missed you so much.” She sighed in contentment, hoping to stay in this moment with him forever. His hand rubbed up and down her back soothingly, his strong muscles caging her in as the rest of the world disappeared around her.

It felt as if Y/N blinked, finding them laying beside each other on the bed as she opened her eyes again. She didn't question it, breathing softly as she admired his gorgeous face. She let her fingers lift up to trace over Steve’s smiling face, the one she was more than familiar with. She frowned momentarily, slightly confused as to why she couldn’t feel him, even though she was touching him. He wasn’t warm under her fingertips, there was no life to his skin, as if she were touching an inanimate object.

“I missed you too.” He whispered reassuringly before she could properly question it, Steve gave her a soft smile as he pulled her closer against his chest. She watched him take her hand on his face into his, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles as his blue eyes stayed glued on hers.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky’s angry voice made Y/N jump slightly, looking over Steve’s shoulder as Bucky stormed through her open bedroom door. “Get away from her, now!” He barked, his eyes fixed behind where Y/N lay.

“Bucky?” Y/N frowned in confusion, startled by his entrance as she sat up on the bed, his intrusion caused her mind to stop focusing on Steve. Wanda tilted her head curiously, ignoring Bucky’s yellimg as she focused on Y/N’s awareness of the metal armed soldier. Y/N could see him under the spell.

Y/N locked eyes with the furious super soldier, a flood of panic washing over his face as he looked at her glowing red eyes. The magical facade shattered as she followed her gaze to where he was previously looking, finding Wanda standing over by the window.

“Get out of her head right now or I swear to god-” Bucky spat in a seething rage, he knew exactly what Wanda had been doing when he heard Y/N say Steve’s name. He knew what she was capable of, how she’d coped with her own grief after Vision’s death. He also knew that she could see into people’s pasts. His protectiveness towards Y/N came across as possessiveness as his body went into panic about what Wanda might’ve uncovered inside the girl’s mind.

“You need to calm down Barnes!” Wanda snapped back at the metal armed man, causing his eyes to darken in fury. He had spent the past year and a half holding Y/N, soothing Y/N, comforting Y/N, reassuring Y/N. He couldn’t watch Wanda undo all of Y/N’s progress over a stupid magic experiment.

“Do you know what this is doing to her?” He yelled at the auburn haired woman as Y/N sat quietly on the bed, shocked at Bucky’s anger and saddened that Steve had disappeared with the magic. She hugged her knees to her chest, waves of uncontrollable sadness washing over her as she dropped her head into her lap, the loneliness was back. “Do you understand how harmful this could be to her processing her grieving?”

“Bucky, stop.” Y/N mumbled through trembling lips, she couldn’t take it anymore. The sorrow, the fighting, the heartache, the loneliness. She hated feeling like this, but more than that, she hated seeing him like this.

Wanda bit her tongue, her eyes narrowing at him as she realised he didn’t have the slightest clue what was going on. She crossed her arms, letting him carry on with his outburst. Anger boiled up inside of her, but she controlled it, noticing how upset Y/N had become.

“What if she decides she likes it a bit too much in that little dream world you created, huh?” Bucky continued, pacing up and down as Y/N sighed deeply, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as if that would make all of this somehow stop.

“She knows she can’t stay there fore-” Wanda tried to defend herself, her eyebrows raising as she rolled her eyes, not surprised that the hysterical former hydra assassin cut her off.

“What if she loses her grip on reality, Wanda?” He screamed, throwing his arms up in the air as he felt himself losing control of his anger. His eyes sent daggers at the Sokovian avenger, not noticing the effect his shouting was having on Y/N.

Y/N cried softly, she’d never seen him this worked up before, it was scaring her. She didn’t know what to do, her chest heaved as her body defaulted into a panic, watching Bucky’s blurry form through her tears. “Please, Bucky-”

“What if it sends her fucking insane?” Bucky felt his blood boiling as his metal arm whirred into action, swiping the potted plant from her desk in one swift motion, a loud crashing sound echoed through the room as it smashed onto the floor.

The sound made Y/N flinch, she wasn’t scared of Bucky, she never had been. She knew he would never hurt her. What scared her was how emotional he was, what kind of regretful things that emotion would make him do, like shout at Wanda.

“We’re all struggling to move on from Steve leaving, but dragging Y/N into some kind of fucked up dreamland-”

“Bucky, I asked her to do it!” Y/N finally broke, yelling at the super soldier through a desperate cry as she tilted her head to look up at him. The room immediately fell silent, Bucky’s eyes softening with pain as he looked over to where she was on the bed.

Her eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down her face. Her lips pressed together in a pout, she looked so helpless, like a tiny animal caught in a trap.

His chest tightened in disbelief, his hands balling into fists as he stood there, unsure of what to do. His eyebrows arched, as if he were silently asking her if she was telling the truth. Bucky shook his head softly in disbelief, he wanted to go to her, but she’d pushed him away last time and he didn’t want it to happen again.

Wanda’s eyes flickered between the two, the tension in the air becoming unbearable as she watched them sympathetically. She felt as though she were intruding on a private moment, a sudden awkwardness filling her body as she started to make her way across the room. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” She spoke softly as she reached the door, closing it behind her as Bucky’s head turned towards where she’d left, checking to make sure they were alone.

Bucky sighed out sadly, a thousand thoughts running through his mind as his head dropped towards the floor. He pressed his hands into his hips, his eyebrows furrowing in sadness as he felt more tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“You didn’t have to go off at her like that.” Y/N mumbled in a soft voice followed by a sniff from where she sat, still hugging her knees to her chest. She wasn’t crying uncontrollably anymore, now just solemnly falling into a silent pit of sadness.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky apologised sincerely, closing his eyes as he let out a shaky breath. He knew he’d taken it too far, that he let things get out of hand. But losing Y/N was becoming more and more of a reality, one that he was scared of.

Y/N chanced a glance up at him again, seeing how broken he looked caused a sharp pain in her chest. Her eyebrows arched sadly, knowing too well how he was feeling. It had only been a night without him by her side, cuddling her and telling her everything was going to be okay. But it was the worst night of her life, she’d spent the sleepless hours wondering if it would’ve been easier to let him leave than to push him away.

“Why did you do it?” He whispered weakly, his bottom lip trembling as his tears trickled down his cheeks. He couldn’t understand why she would want to put herself through the heartache of being close to an illusion of Steve, knowing that he would be gone again in an instant.

Y/N dropped her head, embarrassment washing over her body as her knees dropped from her chest, shuffling to sit cross legged on her bed. She hoped that if she just avoided the question Bucky wouldn’t press her about it, but she was wrong.

“First you push me away and then you go and do this.” He sniffed sadly, swallowing the lump in his throat as he heard nothing but silence as a response. He breathed out shakily, closing his eyes as he tried to think of what he’d done for this to happen. “I’m scared, Y/N.” He admitted weakly, running a shaky hand through his hair.

“I pushed you away because I wouldn’t survive you breaking my heart,” She spoke as she breathed out deeply, she’d never planned to tell him any of this, she didn’t want him knowing how weak and needy she was. “I asked Wanda to do this so at least for a few moments,” The air got caught in her throat, it sounded even more pathetic now she was saying it out loud. “I could feel like someone truly loved me.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched so tight it almost snapped, his face screwing up in pain as his tears flooded his face. It hurt him, hearing her say that she needed magic to feel loved when he was standing right there. Bucky loved her. Maybe for longer than he’d like to admit, but there was no denying it, he was in love with Y/N.

“Doll, the last thing I would ever do is break your heart.” He whispered sadly, still confused as to what made her think he would ever hurt her. “What the hell gave you that idea?”

“Oh please, Bucky, don’t treat me like a fool.” She shook her head, letting out an ironic chuckle as she looked over at him sadly, a sigh leaving her slightly parted lips. “I saw you yesterday in the kitchen with Sharon, your old friend right? She seems to be a big hit with you super soldiers, must run in the family.”

Her indirect comment towards Peggy had Bucky’s heart thudding in all kinds of emotion. She’d known about Sharon kissing Steve. She still believed that Steve had left her to be with Peggy. Was Bucky happy about it? No, but he accepted it because that’s what Steve wanted. But Bucky didn’t want this, he didn’t want her feeling like she was unloveable. He didn’t want her feeling abandoned and not good enough. He didn’t want her to push him away because she thought he was going to run off with some blonde agent.

“Y/N.” Bucky sobbed out her name, choking on the saliva that slid down his windpipe as he tried to steady his breathing. He lifted his head to face the ceiling, trying to gain even the slightest bit of control over his emotions. “Doll, can you just let me explain. Please?”

“It’s okay, Bucky, you don’t owe me an explanation.” She smiled weakly, trying to reassure him, although she wasn’t convincing anyone. The sadness in her eyes was unmissable, the trembling of her bottom lip evident as she looked over at him. “Maybe Steve did the best thing by not saying goodbye.” She mumbled as her head dropped into her lap, she wasn’t ready for Bucky to break her heart and tell her he was in love with Sharon. “Because right now it seems a lot easier than having this conversation.”

“No,” Bucky frowned in a sternness that surprised them both as he dropped his head to face Y/N. “Y/N I’m not letting you sit there and push me away because you’re scared I’m gunna hurt you like Steve did.”

Y/N’s eyes widened with innocence as she felt the shift in Bucky’s emotion, her throat closing around the invisible lump that shallowed her breathing.

“Doll, what you saw yesterday, was me sorting out business. That’s all it was. Me and Sharon spent a couple of hours planning how to keep the legacy of Captain America alive, something I’d been avoiding her about for a year and a half, which is why she’d told me she was glad I called. It was a work meeting. But I started worrying about how the hell I was going to talk to you about it, scared that you’d hate my guts or despise me for moving on too fast. So Sharon tried to make me feel better, her hand on mine, that’s all that was, she was sympathetic to what a tough situation I was in. She was trying to convince me that we could take as much time as you needed to be okay with this. But then you walked in, and god the fucking sadness on your face, it killed me inside. You wouldn’t let me hold you, Y/N. You wouldn’t even let me near you and it broke me.” Bucky body flooded with emotion as he spoke his mind, terrified of losing her for good. He didn’t hold back, laying everything on the line as he fought to keep her.

Y/N breathed shakily as she listened to him speak, his vulnerability kept her focused on his words rather than her emotion. She felt silly for the way she’d jumped to her conclusion without stopping to talk to Bucky about what was going on, without telling him how she felt. Because he’d been there for her from the start, and she really had no reason to not trust him.

“I’m so sorry.” The guilt hit her like a ton of bricks, for putting him in a category and judging him without any evidence. “Bucky, I’m so sorry.” She cried, shaking her head softly in disbelief of how terribly she had treated him. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Bucky’s eyes started to water, his heart sinking as he watched Y/N beat herself up inside. “It’s okay, Doll, you’re okay.” He sighed out, trying his best to console her from where he stood. “Just let me hold you.” He blubbered out as his crying took over, his lip trembling as his heart longed to be near her.

She nodded weakly, outstretching her arms towards him, gesturing for him to come to her. Y/N was just as desperate to feel Bucky holding her as he was to hold her. Bucky let out a shaky sigh of relief, moving to climb on the bed next to her, wrapping his strong arms around her in an instant as they laid down on the mattress.

Y/N curled into him, nudging her cheek against his stubble covered jaw as her arms wrapped around his neck. She closed her eyes, sighing in contentment, feeling the soothing warmth of his body against hers. It was like she was home.

Bucky’s flesh palm rubbed up and down her back gently, feeling at peace now that her chest was pressed against his. Their breathing rhythms matched as Y/N’s fingers slid down to trace patterns on his right pec absentmindedly.

Bucky leaned his head back just enough to admire her face, so puffy and flushed from all the crying. It was almost as if all of their pain stopped, like they weren’t able to feel anything other than each other. “I missed you last night.” She whispered softly as her fingers tickled their way down his torso.

The corners of Bucky’s mouth twitched in a soft smile, his eyes softening as he hugged her tighter. He loved the way her fingers slid over his body so lightly, knowing she was doing it to test his reaction. “I missed you too, doll.” He whispered back, feeling the way her small hand pushed under his t-shirt as he spoke.

Bucky’s abs tensed as her bare fingers danced over his burning flesh. He was sure she’d be able to hear the loud thudding of his heart as her palm came into contact with his skin. Y/N’s thumb rubbed delicately over the muscle of his bare pec, her eyes lighting up a little at the intimate nature of the touch.

Their new level of intimacy had Y/N slightly drunk on happiness, butterflies fluttering deep within her abdomen as she melted into Bucky’s arms. “Is it selfish of me to want to stay like this with you forever?” She whispered softly, her eyes flickering back and forth from his chest to meet his gaze.

Bucky felt his heart grow with a bursting delectation, her words floating through his ears like his favourite song. “No,” He smiled by pressing his lips together in a line as they locked eyes. Bucky’s metal hand moved up to cup her cheek, his prosthetic thumb gliding back and forth along her cheek bone. “Not when I want to stay like this with you forever too.”

Y/N closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh of pleasure as she pressed her cheek further into Bucky’s touch. Her fingers traced over the section where his flesh fused with his metal shoulder, taking her time to feel every mark on his skin. Bucky’s heartbeat quickened as he noticed how unfazed she was by his biggest insecurity, gazing deeply into her eyes as her eyelids fluttered open.

Something in that moment connected them even deeper than before, even deeper than Steve’s absence had. They both leaned in, lost in the thick cloud of tension as they closed the gap between them, their lips touching for the very first time.

It was soft, sweet and short. Y/N licked her lips nervously as she looked deeply into Bucky’s crystal blue eyes, a sudden anxiety of being rejected by him flooded over her.

Bucky breathed out shakily as his lips curled into a smile, overwhelmed with emotion as he felt her kiss him for the first time. He used his metal hand on her cheek to pull her lips back onto his, already intoxicated with a euphoric feeling.

Y/N hummed when she felt his lips on hers again, her hand twisting to hold the back of his head as Bucky’s flesh hand slid down to pull her closer by the small of her back.

She tilted her head to deepen the kiss, reveling in the feeling of his prickly stubble gently scratching her skin. Bucky pulled her body flush against his, needing to feel her as he desperately sucked on her lip.

Y/N opened her mouth for him, feeling his warm tongue take the hint and slide into her mouth. She moaned softly, lifting one of her thighs over his hip as she sucked on his wet muscle. Bucky breathed heavily through his nose, feeling his cock stirring in his pants as they succumbed to their inevitable connection.

“I can’t lose you, Bucky.” She whimpered suddenly between kisses, tugging on his hair softly to pull his lips harder onto hers. A groan erupted from Bucky’s throat as his roamed over her body, trying to explore every part of her. “I can’t.”

“I’m right here, doll.” He whispered reassuringly as he pulled back from the kiss, guiding her head up to look at him as he pressed his lips against hers again in a slow peck. “I’m right here.” He repeated, wanting to take his time and make sure she knew he was sincere.

She left desperate, open mouthed kisses on his lips, letting soft moans of satisfaction errupt from her throat as her pebbled nipples pressed against Bucky’s chest. She subtly rocked her hips into his, feeling her panties dampen at Bucky’s reassuring words.

Bucky let out a shaky breath, trying to control the way his cock throbbed in his pants at her erotic touches. He felt her nails scraping gently along his scalp, tugging on his hair as he began kissing her back.

His hand pulled her hip toward him, their bodies completely flush against each other as Y/N sucked on his bottom lip. Bucky groaned as his fingers imprinted red marks on her skin from where he was holding her hip so hard, taking her top lip between his own as his tongue teased her mouth.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Bucky whispered against her lips, their hot breaths mixing together before his hot mouth travelled along her tear stained cheek. Y/N gasped at the feeling, her head falling back as her nails gently dug into the flesh of his chest. Bucky kissed along her skin, feeling Y/N nudge into his touches with a little whimper. “Not unless you tell me too.”

Bucky took the opportunity to roll Y/N onto her back, pushing himself up to straddle her body as he planted his metal palm firmly against the mattress next to her head. He used it to steady himself, to keep his chest against hers as Bucky’s lips reached her ear.

Y/N’s eyes almost rolling back in euphoria as she clung to him, feeling safe under his strong body. Bucky’s hand slid down to the underside of her thigh, lifting it off the mattress to cage in his body as her heel pressed into the bed beneath them.

Y/N felt the pool of wetness drip from her pussy as her opposing leg copied the action, letting her hips buck up to meet his as Bucky’s lips left a row of open mouthed kisses on her exposed neck. She hummed in satisfaction, her fingers digging into the back of his head as he made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time, loved.

“Bucky.” She whimpered as he discovered the sensitive spot on the base of her neck, his lips ticklishly kissing over it again and again. Bucky felt his cock throb after hearing her moan his name, a shiver of pleasure errupting in Y/N’s body as she squeezed her legs around him a little tighter.

“Shh, you’re okay.” He mumbled between sloppy kisses, his tongue grazing against her soft skin as he kissed back up her neck. His fingers dug into her hip harshly, feeling her rock against him needily. “I’m right here.”

“I need you, Buck.” She breathed out weakly, her head dropping back as Bucky left kisses up the middle of her throat, desperate to mark every single inch of her skin. “You make everything okay.” She whimpered innocently, lifting her head to press her lips back against Bucky’s.

Bucky held her head up with his metal hand, his flesh one sliding up the inside of her thigh and over her tummy as Y/N dug her nails into the flesh of his back over his shirt. “I’m all yours, doll.” Bucky pecked her lips softly over and over as he slowly ground his hips down against hers, trying to relieve some of the aching pressure in his pants.

Y/N moaned into the kiss, tugging on his hair as she moved her hands under Bucky’s top to hold the bottom section of his tummy. He responded to her movements, sitting back slightly to pull his t-shirt over his head.

The sight of the shirtless super soldier between her thighs had Y/N breathless as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Her slick drenched her panties, a coil building in her tummy as she grew desperate to feel him.

She lifted her upper body to sit up, her face inches from his chest as her hands palmed over the soft skin of his abs. She pressed soft kisses over his torso, drinking in the delicate vulnerability of the moment.

Bucky’s eyes dropped to watch her, feeling his heart melt as she showered him with love. He felt her fingers press lightly into his sides, as if trying to hold him close forever.

Bucky moved his hands down, sliding under the sides of her shirt as he slipped the material up. “Is this okay?” He whispered shakily, nervous to be with her in this way. He wanted to give her everything, to have her overwhelmed with pleasure under him, but he was scared that one wrong move would result in her pushing him away.

Y/N nodded encouragingly, her heart fluttering shyly as she watched Bucky pull her shirt up, tugging it over her head. He swallowed audibly as he looked down at her bare chest, she’d taken her bra off after it irritating her earlier in the day. Her nipples were pebbled in the cold air, her plump flesh perky against her chest.

Bucky discarded of her shirt behind him, pressing his chest against hers as he guided her back down onto the mattress. His lips locked with hers, veins flooding with passion as he delicately kissed over the fragile skin of her neck.

Bucky looked up into her eyes, a soft blush of pink on her cheeks as he let his lips kiss down the valley of her breasts. She gasped at the feeling, her hips bucking to meet his as his hot breath ghosted over her skin.

He grunted softly as his lips reached her nipple, kissing it delicately before he took it in his mouth. Y/N whimpered at the feeling of Bucky’s hot muscle swirling around her sensitive nub.

She played with his hair as he tugged her nipple away from her skin, letting it go with a bounce as he kissed his way to the other side, he would’ve happily stayed sucking her tits forever.

“So beautiful.” Bucky mumbled lovingly as he worked on her other nipple, missing the way that Y/N bit her lip to muffle her sounds.

He took his time on her body, kissing his way down her tummy until he reached the waistband of her shorts. Y/N sat up on her elbows as she watched Bucky between her legs.

He slid his hands up the inside of her thighs, stopping when he got to where they met with her dripping core. Bucky could smell how aroused she was, licking his lips as he moved his face closer to her centre.

He tugged the waistband of her shorts down, faced with her sweet cotton panties that hugged every crevice of her puffy pussy lips, pooling in her own slick. He flicked a glance up to her, and after seeing no trepidation in her eyes, he exposed her dripping pussy to him.

Bucky groaned softly, using the last of his willpower to control himself. She was so fragile, so soft and delicate on display for him. His heart pounded against his chest as an immense wave of emotion coursed through his veins, wondering what he’d ever done to be lucky enough to have her opening up to him like this.

He watched her pussy glisten in the soft light of the room, her swollen lips begging for attention. He closed his eyes with a shaky breath, her needy cunt literally drooling for him.

She watched him with lust filled eyes, her chest panting in anticipation. Bucky tugged her shorts and panties down her legs, not wanting her covered up for even a moment longer.

“You’re so wet for me, angel.” Bucky huffed out weakly, fucked out just by the sight of her. His cock was straining against his pants, desperate to feel her warm pussy around his cock.

Bucky testingly prodded his tongue between her slippery pussy lips, feeling her wiggle in shock above him as she moaned out his name. She could hear the sound of her wetness against his hot muscle as he moved his tongue further between her folds.

She gasped softly, her back relaxing into the mattress as he teased her hole with his tongue. Bucky’s eyes watched her start to come undone above him, his beard scratching the inside of her thighs as he rubbed his face against her pretty pussy.

“Bucky.” She moaned his name, the most delightful sound he’d ever heard. He hummed against her core, switching between kissing and tonguing her most intimate part. She tasted sweet on his lips. her clit throbbing against his tongue as she tried to control her whimpers. “Bucky, please. I need to feel you.”

Bucky responded to her words like his life depended on it, lifting his head from her centre and crawling back up her body. He pressed his lips against hers, letting her taste the sweetness of her juices on his tongue. She hummed into his tender kiss, her hand coming up to hold onto his muscular shoulder.

Y/N breathed out shakily as she nervously let her free hand wander down his stomach, their chests ticklishly touching. Bucky let his tongue teasingly play with hers, trying to control the throbbing of his cock as her small hand pushed into his pants.

He bucked his hips into her touch, nudging her hand further into his underwear as she palmed his hard member. Y/N gasped when she felt how big he felt in her hand, his skin velvety soft under her palm.

She wrapped her hand around his length, letting the pad of her thumb smear the dripping bead of pre-cum around his swollen tip. Bucky let out a soft moan against her mouth, his eyebrows furrowing as he felt his muscles tensing at her touch.

He moved his hand down to palm away the clothing that was covering the bottom half of his body, his movements now clumsy as he fought with the material. Y/N lifted her legs, digging her feet into his pants to help him with removing them.

He kissed her with an intense deepness as he kicked them off along with his underwear, Y/N’s hand moving up from his cock to hold the back of his head. Their hearts pounded with anticipation, their chests pressing together as they got drunk on each other’s love.

“It’s always gunna be me and you, doll.” Bucky whispered against her lips, his blue eyes locking with hers as he admired how innocent she looked under him. The vulnerability of the moment caught her off guard, unable to even consider the worries of tomorrow whilst he was holding her so close. “I promise.” Bucky pressed his lips against hers, his arm cradling her body as he slowly pushed his hard member between her lower lips.

The feeling of him filling her up proved overwhelming for the pair, loud moans escaping their lips as Bucky stilled, fully sheathed inside of her. Y/N breathed shakily, her finger nails digging into his hot flesh as she tugged his lips back down onto hers.

Bucky groaned weakly as he felt her pussy fluttering around him, welcoming him in so perfectly, like she was made for him. He glided his hips back, pulling almost fully out of her before sliding back in. He felt her hips jolt as his tip pressed against her cervix, in awe of how well she was taking him.

Y/N let her fingers scrape along his scalp, arching her back up to meet him as he thrusted in and out of her at a slow pace. Little gasps fell from her lips as she felt every detail of his cock as it slid deep into her. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back against the pillow as Bucky gave her all of him.

Her gasps turned to whines as Bucky picked up the pace slightly, feeling her walls relaxing around him. A moan escaped his throat as he dropped his head to her neck, the action causing their chests pressing firmer against each other.

His lips kissed a strip from her ear to her collarbone, her nails clinging to the muscles in his back as she felt her pussy twitching around his cock. Waves of a tingling pleasure overtook her body, her juices dripping down to where his skin slapped against hers with his thrusts.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, her feet hooking together as she pulled him down closer to her. A slight glint of sweat covered Bucky’s forehead as he tried to prolonge his climax, his hands balling fists into the bedsheets.

He let out a shaky breath, fucking the love into her as she rolled her head to look into his eyes. Bucky’s cock twitched at the look of euphoria on her face, little whimpers of pleasure escaping her parted lips.

“Bucky.” She whispered breathlessly through hooded eyes as he pounded into her, almost needing reassurance that he was real, that this was actually happening. Because it felt good enough to be a dream. She was losing control of her mind, everything around her becoming blurry as she got lost in pleasure.

“I’m here, baby.” Bucky cooed her softly, his stomach doing flips at how perfect she looked, feeling her pussy clenching around his cock as his pelvis rubbed against her swollen clit with every thrust.

Y/N’s mind clouded over at the petname, her head dropping back onto the bed as her thighs trembled around him. She melted into the mattress, gasping in extacy as Bucky brought her to her orgasm.

Bucky moaned as her pussy throbbed continuiously, her core squeezing his length as her muscles spasmed violently. It sent him over the edge, the movments of his thrusts becoming rhythmless as his cum travelled up from his balls.

She let a loud moan of his name escape her lips, desperately clinging to him as ripples of pleasure shook through her body. Her pussy pulsated around his length, sucking him in and rubbing his shaft with her warm walls.

A grunt erruped from his throat as he shot his load deep inside of her canal, filling her up with his warm cum as she hummed in satisfaction. She could feel every spurt of his thick stream, mixing with her juices that were gushing around his length.

Bucky’s cock twitched as she came undone beneath him, her back arching to meet his as he pushed his lips back on to hers. He felt himself lose control of his body as she writhed in pleasure, trying to ride out her high.

Innocent little whimpers escaped her lips as she kissed him back, cupping his jaw in her hand as she felt his shaky breath against her face. Y/N could feel Bucky’s cock softening inside of her, subconsciously sliding out of her sensitive core as she kissed his swollen lips.

Bucky let out a groan of displeasure when his thick length slipped out of her, continuing to kiss her deeply as they both recovered from their orgasms. Their chests pressed together as Bucky’s arms weakened, Y/N’s legs dropping from around his hips to fall against the bed with exhaustion.

Their bodies were completely satisfied, mentally, emotionally and physically. They laid there, as they usually did each night, reveling in each other’s company. Although this time, they were also blissfully at peace with their new found level of shared intimate vulnerability.

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megumi x reader having sex in the bathtub? please ~~

“Bath Time”

Desc: you have a much needed shower with megumi.

Character(s): Megumi x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6K

WARNINGS: shower sex, spitting, degradation, slight somno, sir kink, slapping, aged up megumi, 18+ minors dni

You shoved your key in the door, twisting the lock and entering your shared apartment with your boyfriend. You toed your way out of your shoes, letting out a fatigued sigh as you removed your jacket from your body and carelessly throwing it on the couch that was positioned in the middle of the living room.

You were dog tired; life as a jujutsu sorcerer was demanding, having to work late nights and sometimes not being able to come home because of the countless lives you had sworn to protect really put a damper on your relationship.

Megumi’s work was the same as yours, although he too was a shaman your schedules often ended up not coinciding with one another, him getting home earlier than you and already asleep in bed by the time you got there.

Your busy schedules also drove a truck through your sex life since you two hadn’t fucked in almost two weeks. Whenever you came home Megumi was always asleep and you never dared to wake him because your jobs required that you needed the utmost rest, so waking him up for something as trivial as sex seemed silly.

But something in you was different tonight. A mission dealing with a special grade curse left you super taxed, and ultimately left you with soreness in the side of your neck.

And with all of the pent up sexual frustration building in you from the passing weeks, you were extra needy for Megumi. You just wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend, for him to take all your worries away by making it all better with his cock.

Walking down the corridor of your apartment and to the right, you stepped into your bedroom to see Megumi resting peacefully. The luminescence of the moon reflecting off his toned chest, the blanket pulled down over his body enough to where you could see his sweatpants draping over his hips.

The sight made you whine, only proving how much you needed him as you sauntered over to where Megumi lays, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest while he snores lightly.

‘He must be tired too’ you think, ‘this will be good for both of us.’

You crawl up the expanse of the bed on all fours like a panther closing in on its prey, your body directly above his. You lean down to press a kiss to his plump lips, sucking the bottom one into your mouth while running your hand down his torso, moaning into his mouth when you felt the very prominent bulge through his pants.

He was so fucking hard, you could almost feel it throbbing under your touch. You palmed him even more, causing him to stir in his sleep. You suck hickies into his naked chest, practically jerking him through the material separating you two.

“Wake up, baby” you coo into his jaw, placing kisses there too. Megumi groans, finally stirring awake.

“_____, what are you doing?” he questions you, his words coming out groggily as he begins to realize what you’re doing. Your hand slips under the layer of clothing, now touching his aching cock through his boxers.

“Shhh, let this happen” you giggle against his neck, resulting in Megumi shoving you off him and making you fall back on your knees.

“Go to bed, ____. I have to be up in a few hours and you need to rest.” he replied coldly, turning onto his side to face away from you.

What the fuck? You couldn’t help but wonder why he was acting like this. You were right there, throwing yourself at him and he won’t even look at you. Of course he doesn’t want to do it, why did you think tonight would be any different? You scoff, pulling yourself away from him.

“Tch, whatever. You probably can’t even get it up anyway.” you mock as you get off the bed, making your way into your shared bathroom. You peeled off your clothes and threw them into the hamper before turning on the water and making sure the temperature was just right before stepping in and sliding the shower door closed.

You lathered your cloth, getting it nice and soapy before scrubbing your body and most intimate areas and rinsing off after you were all clean.

You couldn’t get rid of the aching feeling pooling in your cunt, still irritated with the way your boyfriend was acting. You understand that he was stressed, but you were too. You would’ve at least expected him to return your affections, especially since he was the one who always initiated sex first. But there you were, practically having to beg your own boyfriend to fuck you.

You might as well get this over quick. Sitting down on the large bench that was placed in the shower, you laid back as you spread your legs wide. One hand tugged at your nipple while the other instinctually went to your clit, rubbing gently in circular motions.

Your lips parted as you tugged on the bud even harder, your fingers trailing down your slit to gather your arousal on them. You pushed your fingers inside your leaking cunt, immediately trying to imitate the way Megumi did it.

Your fingers didn’t feel the same. Megumi’s were longer, thicker. Always fucking that little spot inside you that made you weak and squirt all over him. You choked on a sob, almost crying from not being able to reach as deep as he could, almost giving up before you felt yourself getting close as your oncoming orgasm neared.

Broken fragments of his name left your mouth. “‘Gumi, Megumi,” you cried out, fingers pumping in and out of yourself even faster. You didn’t even realize how loud you were being until you heard Megumi’s voice behind you.

“Can’t get it up, huh?” You were so diverted by your sobs and moans you hadn’t even realized Megumi was standing right in front of you, an animalistic look in his eyes.

You shot up immediately and closed your legs shamefully, embarrassed that you just got caught touching yourself.

“Get out! You’re such a pervert!” you shot up, pounding your fists on his chest as an attempt to push him out of the shower.

Your next sentence was cut off by Megumi grabbing you up by your neck and aggressively pushing you up against the shower wall with his knee against your cunt, forcing a whimper from you.

“I’m the pervert? Look at you, touching yourself like a slut trying to get off.” His degrading words only made your eyelashes flutter and your pussy clench around nothing as his fingers squeezed more tightly around your throat.

“Tell me, did you think of me when you touched yourself? Did you think of me fucking this pretty little pussy?” his joint causing even more friction against your naked cunt, making you force a whine to the back of your throat.

“Fuck y—” you choke out before you earn a smack to the side of your face, making you even wetter somehow. Being hit during sex was so wrong, but it felt so right, especially if it was Megumi doing it to you.

“You’re gonna learn when to keep your whore mouth shut” he spat, your lips squished in a perfect eight from how hard he was squeezing your face.

“Get on your fucking knees”

he orders you with you reluctantly dropping to your knees in front of him, your actions followed by a bashful

“Yes sir”

Megumi doesn’t hesitate instantly tugging his sweatpants and boxers to his ankles and forcing his cock into your mouth. The unexpected intrusion nearly knocks you backwards, his pelvis flush with your mouth from stuffing it so full.

You gag when you feel his tip graze the back of your throat and hit your uvula, earning a low groan from him feeling your throat constrict around his length.

“You know how to shut up when your mouth is full of cock, don’t you?”

he fucks your mouth with deep thrusts, not allowing you to take a breath. Your breathing is limited and you feel like you’re going to pass out from the way Megumi’s using your throat, but the way your slick is dripping down your thighs and onto the shower floor only confirms that you like being treated like a fuck doll, a toy whose only purpose is to please.

“Don’t you?” he pulls you off his cock to take in your fucked out appearance, drool running from the sides of your mouth and tears flowing down your face as you give him a nod, the feeling of him seeing you like this is all too humiliating.

Megumi revels in it. He loves making you so embarrassed to the point where you beg for him to fuck you and let him do anything he pleases to you because he wants to make you a desperate slut for him.

“Ah ah, use your words baby” he speaks teasingly, caressing your jaw and stroking your puffy lips.

“Yes sir” you whimper out.

He chuckles, pleased with your answer before forcing your jaw down with his thumb to spit in your mouth, spreading it around on your tongue with two of his thick digits, a thin string connecting his saliva and yours when he pulls them out.

“You know what to do,” he insinuates, prompting you to swallow the warm liquid down your throat.

“Thank you sir” you look up at him through teary lashes, your eyes bloodshot red from being facefucked. He hums at your submissiveness, placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“You’re all fucked out and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Pathetic bitch.” his words cause you to mewl, leaving you to rut your naked cunt against nothing.

“All fours” he instructs to the bench behind you, making you scramble to your feet and position yourself the exact way Megumi told you.

You press your chest to the bench as much as you can, pushing you pussy out in hopes for Megumi to do something to relieve the aching feeling inside you.

Megumi drops to his knees behind you, his hands wandering up the backs of your thighs, spreading your ass before giving it a hard slap. He spreads your puffy pussy so he can see inside, your wetness glistening and running down your slit. Megumi’s cock grows harder at the sight.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me so far. I think you deserve a reward, hm?” he utters before delving between your slick lips, tongue swirling up and down your slit before teasing your sensitive spot. He suckles your clit into his mouth, his actions almost mimicking a vacuum.

You gasp from the feeling of your clit being sucked on, pressing your hips back to get him to do it even more. Megumi moans into your pussy, flicking his tongue up and down rapidly eliciting a screech from you.

You feel yourself spurring close, ready to release at any moment as Megumi’s tongue seems to lick at your sensitive bud inconceivably faster. You let out a choked moan, cumming hard as he continues to lick at your overstimulated clit, pulling your hips back when you attempt to escape.

Megumi pulls his face out of your leaking cunt, his face slick with your juices as he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your folds with the tip of his cock. He takes his time teasing you, wanting you to beg for him to fuck you like he always does.

“Sir please, need you so bad”

“If you’re loud enough, maybe I’ll let you cum.” That’s all it takes for him to push himself inside you, stretching you out all at once. It burns, after not having fucked him for weeks on top of his cock just being that fucking big, you hiss from finally feeling him inside you.

“Fuck, you have no idea how much I missed fucking this little pussy,” Megumi moans when he gets his hips flush against your ass, pressing your head into the bench as he begins to push himself in and out of your tight cunt at a fast pace.

He’s fucking you so hard and rough, you feel yourself being fucked into the wall in front of you, your head repeatedly knocking against it as you let out a string of moans.

Megumi rolls you over onto your back, immediately sinking himself back inside you and beginning to piston his hips. Nothing else can be heard besides the shower that’s still running and the loud sloshes of your cunt, the steam from the water making the enclosed space foggy.

“Feels too good, can’t take it” you cry out, trying to push Megumi away only for him to pin your arms over your head, pounding into you even harder.

“Feels good baby? I’ll make you feel even better,” grabbing the shower head, he adjusts the pressure to the highest setting before placing it directly over your clit, still too sensitive from cumming earlier.

The pressure from the stream of water on your clit elicits a scream from you, and you feel the coil in you about to snap in you yet again. You had never thought of using the shower head for anything other than cleaning yourself, but the way Megumi was using it on you now unlocked a new level of pleasure you couldn’t even describe.

“I-I can’t-- I can’t,” you sobbed, tears trickling down your face from the overwhelmingness of it all

“You asked for this princess, you have to take it.” he sticks his fingers in your mouth all the way down to the second knuckle, pressing down harshly on your tongue continuing fuck into you, the tip of his fat dick bruising your cervix.

God, he was being so rough. And you loved every second of it. After not being able to have him inside you for weeks, anything he gave you was bound to make you cum on the spot.

Megumi revels at your sweet moans resonating in the air, echoing within the shower walls only making him go harder.

“‘M cumming,” your face contorts in pleasure, a broken sob leaving your mouth with your lips falling open as you feel your second orgasm washing over you, your walls convulsing around his cock.

Megumi follows right after you, fucking you through your high before he lets the shower head slip from his hand, grunts and a string of “fucks” leaving his mouth as he pulls out and releases himself on you, strings of white coating your stomach and chest.

His hand slows as he comes down from his high, picking up the shower head to rinse your stomach and tits off where he came. Megumi shuts the water off before stepping out of the shower, fog spilling out of the enclosed space.

You hear water running in the distance of the huge bathroom before he comes back, scooping your limp body up and carrying you to the tub. You pant in his arms, still not fully recovered from the pleasure he just gave you. Megumi sets you in the tub that’s filled with bubbles, causing you to whine and fuss when you see him disappear for a split second.

Megumi settles into the tub behind you, shushing you and pulling your body to his with your back against his hard chest.

“I’m right here baby, you can relax” he plants sweet kisses on your neck and shoulder as you ease into his touch, sighing in contentment.

“But you have to be up in the morning,” you protest.

His hands massage your waist, making you shudder when he kisses the shell of your ear.

“You’ve been working so hard, let me take care of you.”

His sweet words make you melt in his arms. Perhaps you’d indulge him for now.

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