#gender please god. i need to suck it out of their veins

[stevenose]

dusty eyes (18+)

day 18/31 of the august writing challenge

today’s word: choice

contains: high!steve x high!reader; reader topping steve; gender unidentified reader; there aren’t really any words used for reader’s genitals other than ‘tight wet heat’; self-degradation (on steve’s end); slight breath play/choking (steve receiving); breeding kink ofc; mentions of oral (steve and reader receiving); steve is absolutely insane in this

You have to pin Steve’s hands to the bed, giggling at his neediness. He’s stoned. Really. And so are you. You’d gotten high specifically to fool around and have fun, but Steve’s having a little too much fun. His face and chest are flushed, eyes - well, eyes wide shut. He wiggles under you, whining.

“Steve,” you urge. “Listen to me.”

“‘m listening!”

“You can either fuck me, or I can fuck you. What do you want, honey?”

“Fuck me,” he answers immediately. “Jesus, please fuck me. Been waitin’ all day.”

“Good choice, needy,” you smile, leaning down to kiss him. He tries to grab you again, so you lean down onto his hands a little harder, pushing them into the bed. “You have to stop. Be a good boy for me and stay still. Got it?”

Steve takes a deep breath and nods, body relaxing. He’s always so fidgety when he’s high. If he wasn’t so turned on, he’d be pacing or running. It takes a great deal of strength for him to relax, but being under your control takes nothing. It’s heaven for him.

“There you go,” you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose. “Keep your hands up by the pillow.”

“Mhm,” he whispers. If he wasn’t so fucked up, his eyes would be wide as he watches you crawl down to his cock. He swallows hard and goes to move his hands to your head but stops himself just in time.

“Be good,” you warn. “I can stop, baby.”

“Please don’t,” he moans. “Please suck my cock, honey, ‘s so hard for you, please make me cum.”

Your stomach flips at his words. You pull his underwear down to free his leaking, aching cock. You’re always blown away by how pretty it is. Pink head, a vein running up the underside of his shaft, a few freckles. You kiss one of them, the head of his cock dripping precum onto your forehead. He gasps and arches his back slightly. “Oh, baby….”

“Y’want me to gag on you?” you ask. “Get you nice and wet so I can fuck myself on it?”

“Oh god, please,” he pants, fingers clenching the pillow behind his head.

Steve speaks complete gibberish once you start working your tongue on him, and even more gibberish when you finally mount him. You rub yourself against him, giggling when his eyes literally roll back into his head.

“Fuck, honey,” he moans breathily, bucking his hips up. “Please? Please?”

“You can beg harder than that.”

He’s temporarily distracted by the feeling of you, so eager to be inside your wet, tight heat. His cock pulses and kicks as you tease him. A little slap wakes him up from his haze, and he moans a little too loudly at it.

“Please fuck yourself on my fat cock,” he begs. “Wanna see it split y’open. Wanna cum deep inside you, baby. Let me knock you up - ohmygod please let me knock you up. Take my cum. F-fuck me like a good boy.”

“Wow,” you whisper, slowly sinking his tip into you. You pause, biting your lip at the stretch, but Steve is about to lose his mind.

“Honey,” he says through gritted teeth, knuckles white as he fists his pillow. “Fucking take it, take all of it. Make me your whore p-please!”

“Easy,” you coo, heart pounding. You reach up to gently wrap your hand around his neck. You apply no pressure, just a light grip, until Steve starts begging again.

“Fuck yeah,” Steve breathes, cock twitching again. “Choke me, shut me up, do whatever y’want to me.” He’s on the verge of tears now, so you relent, sinking slowly all the way down his pulsing shaft. Your fingers squeeze a little, just enough - his breathing is already labored from the weed and you don’t need him passing out on you. Ever.

“Thank you,” he rasps, hips pushing upwards as if his cock could possibly go any further. You feel impossibly full, a pressure building inside of you. “Thank you, baby, mmph. You feel so good on my cock.”

“Jesus Christ, Steve,” you breathe. You’ve never seen him like this. So insatiably needy and talkative. You’d have to ask Eddie to remind you of the name of this strain. It’s got you going, too. You feel close just from him being inside of you. “W-want me to move?”

He nods, mouth agape, eyes shut. He looks angelic. You squeeze his neck a little more and his eyes snap open. “Oh, please? Please ride my cock, get off on me.”

“You wanna be my little plaything?” Your brain feels like it’s spinning in outer space. Your stomach flips as you lift up, the loss of the heat and fullness of Steve giving you a moment of reprieve before you sit back down suddenly. You both moan.

“Uh-huh,” he says desperately. “Wanna be your fuckin’ dildo.”

You swallow hard and watch his face as you ride him. He’s so beautiful, red cheeks and glassy eyes and furrowed brows. Pink lips pouty. His neck on display underneath your grip. His chest broad and fuzzy. He’s so pretty that you want to scream about it - so instead, you lean down to kiss him messily. He moans and licks into your mouth, head lifted to press himself tightly against you. He’s trying to speak to you while you kiss - something about how good it feels - and his desperation has you clenching around him. You reach down with your free hand to touch yourself, moaning into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” you pant, pulling away for a moment, the stimulation building a fire in your stomach.

“Let me,” he begs, lips and chin spit-slick. “Let me touch you, make you cum, please?”

You nod, letting him use those big hands on you. He’s still good, not fucking up into you and letting you control the pace. He seems to be less worked up now that his hands are on you, but he moans and whines unabashedly, sweat gathering at his hairline.

“Your cock feels so good,” you moan, riding him harder, making the bed squeak. “Wanna keep it inside of me.”

“Use me,” he begs. “Get off on it, ffffuck.”

“Want you to cum.” You feel close enough and you know he does, too, from the way he’s pulsing and somehow growing inside of you. “Wanna feel it, Steve, wanna get knocked up.”

“Shit!” he wails, now breaking the rules and fucking up into you. You let him, though, needing a break. “You - oh - oh fuck - yeah - mmmmph - gonna - make me a - a fuckin’ - daddy -“

You choke him just a little harder to shut him up because if he continues, you’ll lose it before he does. He gasps, mouth agape, face scrunching up before he cums with a loud, high pitched groan. He keeps fucking into you, but he’s not as dexterous as he is when he’s high. You replace his hand and touch yourself, cumming right as he finishes. He cries out as you clench down on him, overstimulated and spent, his blunt nails digging into your hips.

You take your hand from his neck and let him catch his breath while you catch yours.

“Sit… sit on… my face,” he gasps, trying to pull your hips towards his mouth.

“Are you serious?” you slur incredulously. You’re pretty sure your orgasm made you ten times higher.

“Not done w’you yet,” he rumbles, still trying to tug you upwards. “Wanna taste us now.”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #steve harrington smut #august23

[julesthequirky]

Beautiful Trauma - A Soldier Boy Miniseries: Chapter 4

Pairings: F!Reader x Ben/Soldier Boy

Summary: The reader is the real widower of Ben/Soldier Boy and loved their life together before the incident. In 1983 she took Compound V, so she could be with Ben forever, but in 1984 her life crashes to the ground, and she’s stuck in a world without him. In 2022 a knock at the door changes her life, and when she’s told that Ben is alive she hopes that there can be a forever after all.

Chapter Warnings: Antiquated views, traditional gender values, smut (p in v), SB lewdness, SB boomer mentality, language, repressed memories.

Chapter W/C: 1922

This work is unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine. If you like it, heart, and reblog it. All feedback is gold.

Ben emerged from the apartment building covered in dust but otherwise unscathed. You stood in the alley beside his fallen shield with your mouth agape. No way. No, there’s just no way.

Your husband jumped down and sauntered towards you, arms outstretched, a big shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“I knew it, baby!” He punched the air. “I fucking knew it!”

He picked you up, gripping your thighs, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your hands cradled his face, thumbs stroked his cheeks, and a big dumb grin spread across your face as he spun you around.

“Look at you, with powers. Got me rock fuckin’ hard, baby.” Ben commented and ground his hard-on against your core.

A small smirk tugged your lips. Ben’s lewdness always got you going. It was ridiculous, really.

“Fuck me against the wall, Ben.”

He chuckled darkly, his hungry eyes eating you up. “Yes, ma’am.”

Arms wrapped around his neck, his plump lips drew yours in, sucking your full bottom lip. His hands squeezed your ass, pulling you against his tented sweats, and Ben pushed you against the bricks harshly. The wall cratered and crumbled beneath you.

The first time should have been at home in your marital bed or even on the couch. Definitely not against a brick wall in some seedy New York back alley. But that was Ben. He wasn’t prudish about his exploits.

Ben fished himself out of his sweats and yanked your leggings down, along with your panties, and mumbled something about loving elastic.

The very first punch of his cock knocked the breath outta you and had your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. The first slide home had you moaning into the air, gripping his blue Giants jersey, and Ben’s guttural grunt landed in your ear.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Relax that pretty pussy for me.”

At his words, your pussy fluttered, easing the grip you had on him.

“There you go. Gonna be better than that dumb fucking toy in your drawer.”

Ohhhh fuck.

“Fuck me, Ben. Please, just fuck me,”

“Woah, look who’s got a filthy mouth now?”

A moan elicited from you as he pulled back and bottomed out. His hips snapped into you, setting a hard and fast pace.

“Fuck. So wet, you’re coating my cock.” His forehead dropped on your shoulder.

With every thrust, he filled you completely. He was so warm, and hard. You could feel the beat of his heart in your core as he pulsed. Every ridge, every vein, with every slide and stroke he sparked sensitive nerve endings, and you held on as that familiar heat gathered in the pit of your belly.

“Oh, God, Ben.”

“Oh, yes, baby. Fucking gush all over my cock”

Ben fucked into you harder. A few more thrusts, and he had you exploding around him. He had you calling his name, worshipping him as he fucked you through your orgasm, and once it subsided, you sagged against him, desperate to catch your breath.

Ben’s cock lazily stroked inside you as you rested your head against the crumbling bricks.

“You really needed that, huh?”

Sated, with a dopey smile on your face, your fingers trailed through his hair.

“You bet, Sunny.”

Ben stared at you, and you feared you’d said something wrong as his ministrations had paused.

“The first time you called me that was after consummating our marriage.”

You nodded. “I remember. Short for sunlight. Seemed appropriate. Even more so now…” You trailed off, fingers circling his chest.

He snapped up into you, and your hand pressed hard against the centre of his chest, fingers gripping his shirt, your eyes fluttering shut, and a soft groan slipped from your lips. Ben hauled you against his chest and fucked you once more against the brick wall.

He made you cum, and his sweet nickname fell from your lips, eliciting his own release. Hot streams spurted inside you, painting your walls white.

“Fuck, woman, I’m gonna stuff you so full of my babies. Just you wait.”

*

When Ben’s old manager opened PH4, the repressed emotions flooded back. You had called and called, desperate for an answer, desperate for the news not to be true, and each time you were prompted to leave a voicemail. You begged and pleaded down the answering machine but you never received a call back.

The Legend took in the soot on your cheeks, dust covering your hair and the torn clothes and you both sported, and his eyes widened in response.

“Fuck happened?”

“Building exploded.” Was all Ben said.

“Fucking hell. You both look like shit.”

“Nice to see you too.” Ben huffed and barged in.

You followed Ben, marvelling at the space and oppulence of the place.

“You got your suit. What more do you want?”

“A place to stay.”

The door closed as you wandered around the penthouse, viewing all the photos of him with famous people. This fuck cared more about his appearance than anybody else. He pretended to give a shit about the normal and mundane people he encountered – like you – but you understood better than anybody else what a lying sack of shit he was when he left you empty-handed, screaming into the void for answers.

“Sure, sure. I’ll hook you up. What happened to your apartment?”

“It exploded.”

“Well, shit.”

Ben sat down and waved you over, but you couldn’t sit. You stood there staring at the wall of photos, thoughts plaguing your mind. You had questions you wanted – no, deserved answers to. Mainly why he ignored all your calls and where your daughter was. If there was anybody that knew, it would be him.

You heard the ice clink into the tumblers and the snapping of fingers to grab your attention.

“Y/N, sit the fuck down. Get her a drink, would ya.”

“The fuck do I look like to you? A waiter?”

“Just do it.”

Of course, this was the first place Ben thought of. This guy used to be the VP at Vought when Ben was in his prime superhero days in Payback.

“Why didn’t you answer any of my calls?” You asked out of nowhere, eyes still fixed on the wall of photos.

“Calls?”

That familiar churning of rage burned in your chest, and you spun around to confront him directly.

“Don’t you play fucking dumb with me. I called you, desperate for answers, but you never answered. You left me in the dust. And I had to go on knowing nothing. Do you have any idea what it was like living day to day with the knowledge that Ben was dead?”

You waited for an answer but got nothing.

“I’ll tell you. It’s fucking awful. It’s like permanently being in one of Mindstorms fucking nightmares.”

Sensing danger, Ben stood, moving towards you.

“You chose to ignore me. You purposefully let me believe because you didn’t want to deal with a hysterical grieving woman.”

“I had no idea! I knew just as much as you did!”

You doubted that.

“You’re a lying sack of shit! A coward whose nose is jammed so far up Vought’s asshole. You couldn’t care less about anyone but your damn self!”

“Babe, another time.” Ben urged calmly. He tugged at your shirt for you to follow him, but you smacked his hand away.

“You let Payback take my baby. Didn’t you?”

Ben stilled beside you and turned to face the old VP.

“No! I had no idea about that.”

“You’re lying!”

His eyes flicked to Ben, who stood beside you. “You need to control your girl.”

“Fuck you!” You spat.

“I don’t have to listen to this. Ben, get her out of my sight.”

You weren’t going anywhere, not without getting answers first. And before Ben could pull you back, you stormed up to The Legend, demanding, “Where’s my daughter!”

He blanched. Here was this short lady getting in his face, challenging him.

“I don’t know.”

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him down, pushing your face into his.

“Where the fuck is my daughter?”

“Y/N. Stop.” Ben urged again.

He made the mistake of putting his hand on your shoulder, but you held him off, hand on his chest. Ben stood puzzled, but when he looked down, he deadpanned.

You watched The Legend watch Ben attempt to pull you away with no success.

“I won’t ask again, so why don’t you tell me what you know.”

He sighed in defeat. “I only heard down the grapevine after Payback disbanded. That’s the truth. I heard she was staying with Mallory.”

“Mallory? Who the fuck is that?”

“Fucking Captain Lesbo.” Ben huffed behind you.

You turned to Ben, loosening your grip on The Legend. He managed to pull himself free, muttering something about “keeping his woman in line.”

“Tell me who she is.”

“Worked with her in Nicaragua. Can you believe it, they put a woman in charge? Probably why everything went to utter shit. Last I heard, she worked for the CIA –  Hey!!”

You walked out of The Legend’s penthouse, intent on finding this Mallory woman.

“Get back here, woman!”

A hand pulled you back inside and slammed you against the shut door. Ben rested his hands on either side of your head, trapping you.

“If you’re wanting to find Mallory, you’re gonna need a plan. You can’t just go out there with no fucking clue, hoping to get lucky. What were you planning on? Storming the CIA?”

“I just want to find our daughter, Ben.”

His expression softened. “I know. And I have a feeling Butcher knows just where to find her, but that’s a job for tomorrow. Today, I wanna chill with my girl.”

“You soppy bastard.” You said, a smile forming as your fingers trailed through his hair.

“You guys make me puke.” The Legend grunted.

*

Head resting on Ben’s shoulder cuddled up to him, he had the remote in hand, legs spread as you both sat on the fancy sofa watching daytime tv on The Legends huge screen. A loud noise coming from your pocket interrupted the cosy atmosphere.

You pulled the phone from your pocket. It was just an old Nokia. Simple enough for your needs. The tiny thing blared at you, the screen bright with MEDS unblinking at you. Beside you, Ben reached for the phone.

“The fuck is that? Jesus, turn it off.”

You silenced the phone, and his large hand snatched the device from you. Ben turned it over and over in his hands, pressing buttons. His brow furrowing, creases deepening the further annoyed he got.

“It’s a phone.”

“A phone? That ain’t no phone. Looks like something I’ve seen in your sock drawer. What’s this meds thing? Are you a pill-popper now?”

You reached for the device, but he held it out of reach.

“Chronic depression is—”

“Depression? You don’t need pills for a little bit of sadness.”

You’d expected this reaction from Ben, but it stung nonetheless.

“Please, Ben, I need them. We have to go to the pharmacy.”

He waved his hand dismissively.

“I’m here now. Whatcha gotta be depressed about?” He turned to you and gripped your chin, fingers spreading your lips. “Where’s your smile, baby. Show it to me. That’s all you need.”

Without your medication, you were likely to deteriorate. Later, tomorrow… you couldn’t say how you’d be feeling. But you smiled weakly for him. Perhaps he was right, and you didn’t need them? Maybe it was just him you needed, but deep down, you weren’t so sure.

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[hyperdemona]

You are a worthless bitch-ass nigga. Your life literally is as valuable as a summer ant. I'm just gonna stomp you, you're gonna keep coming back, I'm gonna seal up all my cracks, you're gonna keep coming back why? Because you keep smelling the syrup, you worthless bitch-ass nigga. You're gonna stay on my dick until you die. You serve no purpose in life. Your purpose in life is to be in my stream sucking on my dick daily. Your purpose in life is to be in that chat blowing a dick daily. Your life is nothing. You serve zero purpose. You should kill yourself now. and give somebody else a piece of that oxygen and ozone layer that's covered up so that we can breathe inside this blue trap bubble. because what are you here for, to worship me? Kill yourself. I mean that with a hundred percent, with a thousand percent. I've never seen somebody so worthless in my life, I dead ass have not seen such a more worthless nigga in my life. If he has kids, oh my god imagine if a nigga like that has kids. Like imagine. Imagine if somebody like that actually has kids I would feel so sorry for his children because the nigga literally serves no fucking purpose. Imagine a father: now, we got lots of niggas with wives and kids and shit that suck my dick daily on the internet, but imagine if this nigga actually had children. This nigga's devoting the time he could be spending with his kids checking out a black man on stream cucking over him relentlessly! It's crazy! I've never seen somebody so relentless to be seen. Somebody, somebody, somebody's value so worthless that they'll come into a fucking stream and keep coming in this bitch over and over and over and over and over and over again we keep banning you! Nigga let me, let me, let's do you a favor. L et's go to the 99-cent store let's pick out a rope together. I'm gonna give you an assisted suicide. Let's pick out a rope together, right, and we're gonna take all the greatest troll clips, put a tv screen right in front of you. I'm gonna hang that rope on top of the motherfucking garage. We're gonna forcefully, pry your eyes open, I don't even need to do that because you're on my dick daily. We're gonna pry your eyes open, and consistently watch clips over and over and over and over and over again. You're just gonna start going crazy, you're gonna start feeling crazy, just your eyes are gonna bleed, the retinas are gonna just start pouring out, pouring out blood veins and it's getting cracked and the veins and the retinas is just going to start engaging and bulging. Then, I'm going to grab that rope and say "Are you ready?" You're gonna say yes imma take it PULL it. Why you beg me? Beg me? And I mean beg me? To kill you? And choke you, choke the worthless life of your sorry ass until you fucking dead roped with a blue face nigga. Somebody like that needs to die, I guara-like, there's really no reason for him to be alive. Come on, my nigga, like, your life is worthless, just please kill yourself. Go outside, throw some steaks in a fucking alley and hope for that bunch of stray dogs come and just start chewing your fucking dick off, biting pieces off you and shit like that nigga, cause you, you literally just gotta go. Like get this nigga off earth.

Gender-haver men may be god awful ugly, but they sure are entertaining! 😂

Also I don't have a dick??? That's YOU, YOU'RE the one with the dick, I'M not the male. YOU are. 😂😂😂 Poor failed-male wannabe-woman. Did you get your hormones mixed up this morning? That's not something that happens to actual women btw. 😂😂 But it sure is something that regularly happens to male sex pests who take hormones to "identify as women".

[tteokdoroki]

bestie bestie bestie pup boy bakugou in rut adn fucking his bunny girl gf n' he breeds her and- yeah

— “bitch bunny.” + katsuki bakugou.

bestie,,, bestie dont get me started on this!!! i made this gender neutral 🥺 so i hope you don’t mind uwu!!

pairing: german shepard!bakugou x bunny + gender neutral!reader

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, hybrid!pairing, slight!dub-con, oral sex, some degradation and dirty talk. reader is gender neutral and has no pronouns but i think i used slit once aaa!!

can you imagine being a hybrid!bunny adopted by deku, shy and timid— a shaky darling thing with a twitching nose and floppy bunny ears that fall over your face when you get nervous or flustered. izuku is nice, he takes care of you and brings you home from that god awful shelter. his place is warm and safe and oh, he’s got a little puppy friend for you to play with.

katsuki.

he’s mean, an awful german shepard!hybrid who snarls at you when izuku isn’t looking— steals your food, nips at your ankles and tears up your clothes. you hate him, you hate that you let him make you cry but don’t dare to snitch because you fear what he might do to you. katsuki had lived with deku longer, been loved longer and you were just a stupid bunny who was lucky to even be here. or so the blonde had told you over and over, backing you into a corner when your owner wasn’t looking.

he doesn’t mean it. is what izuku tells you when he gets you both ready for bed at night, hybrids need special care and izuku likes to bathe you together— bakugou stares at your body hungrily like you’re a piece of meat. kacchan can play nice, he’s just a little rough sometimes. another excuse.

a little rough doesn’t even begin to cover it.

not when katsuki has you pinned to the bed by a strong arms, cruel smirk spread widely across his cherry lined lips while your precious, meaty thighs shake either side of his head. “look at’cha bunny, shakin’ like a fuckin’ leaf ‘n i ain’t even touched’ya yet,” bakugou growls with a yank of your fluffy rabbit tail. your sex spasms, arousal staining the surrounding areas and dripping heavily onto the cotton sheets of deku’s bed. “poor lil bunbun trapped in heat, ‘n i’m the only one left’ta deal with ya....”

lust is heavy in his tone, blood red eyes dilating while he watches your hips jump up in desperation for some kind of friction and touch. “kat...katsuki, please...it hurts,” and it does, more than any of the mean words he’d thrown at you before. there’s heat burning in your lower tummy, spreading through the blood in your veins as your hole clenches around nothing and leaks pathetically under bakugou’s watchful gaze.

the blonde makes a feral noise in the back of his throat, pointed puppy ears twitching at your needy sounds— the broken moans that bubble from chapped lips. “yeah bunny?” he says breathless, voice lowering deep and husky. “it hurts not ta ‘ave a cock in ya huh? reaching deep in that tight, dirty fuckin’, scratchin’ that itch that you’re fingers can’t reach...” katsuki mutters filthy words into the plains of your skin, tongue dragging along your thighs as he approaches your sex— marking and biting a pathway towards it. his sharp canines sink harshly into the flesh that he moulds between large hands.

your chest rises and falls with your rapid, beating bunny heart— fear consuming you as your innermost instincts have been switched on. katsuki is a dog and you’re merely his prey for the evening, a darling little toy for him to take advantage of in your time of need. “katsu—“ you beg him, twisting and writing against the bed once more.

“what?” he snaps, fangs and gums bared in an impatient growl. he’d waited too long to have you spread out beneath him like this, smelt the slick from your heat dripping down your thighs— tasted the want in the air as you tried to fuck that itch away from yourself with stupid toys and your useless hands. “can’t eat yer stupid lil hole out if y’keep makin’ me waste my breath talkin’ to ya, bunny. don’cha want me to make it go away? take away the pain with my fat cock?”

“katsuki please, make it go away, make it stop hurting,”

katsuki’s head dips lower and lower until his nose is pressed right up against your slit, breathing in your sweet scent until his eyes roll back in his skull and his brain becomes cloudy with ideas of how you might fuckin’ taste, how tight you must really fuckin’ be. god, he’d thought about taking your puckered hole for far too long, taking you on his dick until your bunny ears droop and you’re reduced to a puddle of tears. but now that he’s got you, nothing but sex on your mind while you ooze sweet honey from his proximity to your core, all bakugou can think about is lapping you up like the fuckin’ dog he is and slobbering all over the sweetness between your meaty thighs.

“like it when you beg like a little bunny bitch in heat fer my fuckin’ dick babe, but s’too fuckin’ bad. wanna eat ya instead.” bakugou snarls, tail thumping on the bed as he finally latches onto your sex with teeth and tongue and the taste of you on his fucking brain. when he glances up at you between your shaky legs and give another tug to the fluff of your tail, your cute nose twitches and your watery eyes cross— the pain in your belly ignites into a bright flame of pleasure as you finally get what you need for your heat to subside.

katsuki’s tongue runs laps across every inch of your sex, sucking on you, drinking up the evidence of your arousal before it has time to further dirty your thighs— your fingers push through his mass of blonde locks and tug at his puppy dog ears until he whimpers into your hole that he plunges his pink muscle in and out of. “look at’cha bunny, makin’ a mess in that damn deku’s bed. what’s he gonna say when he finds you cummin’ on this tongue of mine, his sweet little bun ain’t so innocent are they?” he teases, fingers coming up to prod and pull and pinch at your slick and intimate parts he also greedily feasts on.

“he—he wouldn’t, katsuki please don’t— oh fuck— i don’t want izu to see me like this,” you blubber with crossed eyes and skittering breath. the dog between your legs slots bites gently at your core, teeth grazing your intimate parts causing you to jump up and tug his hair closer to your needy, trembling body.

“bullshit, needy bitch.”

lewd sounds of your own sloppiness make your ears droop and cover your humiliated face, shame burning at the tips of your ears even worse than the hotness flashing through your body. you’re embarrassed, by your own dirtiness, by your desperation to be fucked by your owners awful companion. would izuku be disappointed in you? see you different from your usually shy and innocent self? you feel so much shame and yet you can’t feel yourself to pull away from the german shepard hybrid between your legs, sucking on you like you’re his last meal.

but you can’t bring yourself to feel shame, the thought of your precious owner walking in on you stretched over katsuki’s tongue and thick fingers— marked up and tainted, makes you gush and squirm. what would you do if his bright green eyes saw the sin his two darling hybrids were committing on his own bed? you’re naughty, bakugou’s made you naughty and that’s exactly what he wanted. to ruin you during your heat.

“you wanna cum, slutty bunny?” his tail thumps harder against the mattress, his hips grinding circles into the bed like his stuck in a rut, his own cock hard and heavy in his shorts while he makes you see stars and feel as if you’re on cloud nine. you nod and a dark chuckle reverberates through your body. “‘s too bad...” katsuki pulls away from you before you can tumble over the edge, sheen of your arousal painted across his chin— shining under dim light.

“k-katsuki?”

like a dirty dog, he wipes his mouth on his arm and smiles, mischief glinting in his eye. your heart rate spikes, nose and precious bunny earth twitching with nervousness and excitement.

“too bad, y’cum while ‘m breeding you on this cock, sort this heat out right.”

#tteokdoroki #🥂 — louvre’s angels #bnhacity #bakugou #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha x you #mha smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou smut #bakugou scenarios #bakugou hcs #bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #bakugou thirst #bakugou fic #bakugou fanfic #bakugou drabble #katsuki bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou scenarios #katsuki bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou katsuki scenarios #bakugou katsuki headcanons

[hangezoeenthusiast]

God(hcs)

c!multiple x god!reader

notes: the reader will be the god of death to make it a little bit more spicy :). c!punz’s pronouns are he/they, i’m not sure about the others, but i know theirs. also why does ranboo take away my gender? /j

word count: 1,672

warnings: arson, violence, cursing, yelling, mention of death, voices in technos part, spoilers for wilbur if you haven’t watch tommy’s lore stream, revival for wilbur, making a religion, time travel, egg, prison, stealing, anarchy, playful name calling

Sapnap

so obviously y’all would be a great match :)

you have creative mode, so when sap would ask you to give him a lighter and tnt, you would GLADLY give it

also, can we talk about him being a nether hybrid

fire squared

like fires left and right, hide your mom and your children in your house lol /j

but besides the whole arson thing, you favor him above anyone else on the server

like if he asks for diamond blocks, well here’s a whole inventory of it, also, here’s some ancient debris and some netherite

if someone asked, you would probably grant them with poison and curses, just because you can’t be “unloyal” to snapchat 

wouldn’t be lonely anymore

Dreamwastaken

this duo is less chaotic, but chaotic enough where people avoid you

he still asks you for stuff, but most of the time, you don’t give him it because he annoys you too much about giving stuff

“hey y/n/n, can i pretty please get some emerald blocks.”

“nope bitch, get it yourself.”

but sometimes, you grant him some op shit, when it’s your good day

“because i’m being nice, here’s some diamond, now, don’t ask me again you little piss baby.”

“shut your trap y/n.”

“or what homeless teletubby, what are you going to do to a god like me?”

“you hang out with technoblade to much.”

Georgenotfound

maybe the least chaotic duo

you guys keep on relaxing and relaxing until the point where you don’t do anything

he barely asks you for anything, but only when it’s really really important, like a house or build

especially when he was building his little cottagecore house, he needed your godly presence to help

“y/n, what should the roof be made of?”

“i suggest brick, it makes it more aestheticy if that makes any sense.”

also barely any drama or tea with you guys

never arguing and never betraying each other is a must

Tubbo

also another least chaotic duo

literally help him with his bee farm, he will (platonically) love you forever

gotta be close to ranboo, that’s the rule

gives him SO much stuff, he’s a precious boi 🙄

also gotta be close to tommy, but not as much unfortunately

you help him pick out things for builds, like what material clashes with another, etc

“do you think that the wool and the netherite blocks look good together y/n?”

“nah, what i suggest is the wool with the gold, it looks perfect.”

sometiems, gotta put him in check because he gets a little ego built up

you definitely yank his horn a little too hard because of your IMMENSE STRENGTH

“OW, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N.”

“calm down sunny, you were just getting a bit over your head a little.”

Tommyinnit

chaotic duo like sapnap

snaps at anyone who annoys you and vice versa

you give him EVERYTHING, obviously except op and creative

he tries to persuade you to do something, but dreamxd wouldn’t allow it, since he is the main boss

“come on y/n, give me op.”

“no tommy, xd will kick my ass.”

“pweaseee.”

“no.”

you would DEFINITELY help him with the Big Innit Hotel, making the whole layout and color palette.

both of you have an intense hatred for ranboo, since he “stole” tubbo away from tommy

Ranboo

least involved in everything

just stay in the tundra and drink some tea, and you’re good for all of your life

helps him get netherite all the time so your boii can get the good stuff 😬

when he mines to get diamonds, he literally prays to you

“y/n, if you’re listening, please give me a 6 vein, i desperately need it for my collection of diamond blocks.”

and THERE IT IS

more than a 6 vein actually, a 12 vein

guess he needs to pray to you more

daily tea sessions, to talk about the good stuff, and NO, and i repeat NO skipping

threatening to flick water on him check ✅

Wilbur Soot

literally you spoil him

not to be angsty, but when he died and lost his last canon life, you revived him instead of Dream

now he’s practically at your knees

like he’s thinks that he owes you, but actually that’s the opposite

he was revived because you were lonely, and wanted your best friend back :(

prays to you when he goes to bed

“hey y/n, hope you’re having a great day, (platonically) love you.”

“love you too mortal.”

sometimes, to be at the peak of godness, you shower upon wilbur as gold to symbolize blessings, like zeus did before

“omg y/n, what are you doing?”

“i’m trying to bless you, shut up bitch.”

just saying, he would make a religion about you :/

Karl Jacobs

omg don’t get me started on this

first, you wouldn’t codone him going back in time

he would definitely forget your name a lot, so that’s why you hated it

“hey karl, how are you doing?”

“i’m sorry, but do i know you?”

ANGST IS TOO MUCH FOR ME

you were definitely the one to push him towards sapnap and quackity

this is also another spoiled boi

give him the entire world while you’re at it pwease

he wants a few diamonds, nope, give him a chest full of them

Quackity

why are there so much chaotic duos in here?

literally chaos times infinity

energy to the max

literally, did you take an energy drink

grants him every wish he can randomly think off

“can i get a bucket with lava and a fish in it?”

“weird choice, but ok man.”

gotta be close to sap and karl or he isn’t your friend anymore /j

helps with las nevadas a lot, and definitely tries to rig the machines so you get money

“hey big q, i got 10,000 dollars.”

“that’s impossible... y/n, did you cheat?”

“nooo 😊”

help him preen his wings, and he goes “I LOVE YOU, MWAH MWAH.” obviously in his mind 🙄

Awesamdude

definitely helps him maintain the prison

you both love setting up red stone contraptions and pistons and all that giz

“hey sam, do you know where the redstone torches are?”

“yeah, there behind the pistons in the back.”

also you helped build the prison, since he could do that by himself

“are you sure that lava wall will work y/n, your calculations seem inaccurate.”

“i’m sure sam, this will add some more security to this goddamn server.”

nerd squared lol

BadBoyHalo

wouldn’t condone the egg

you warned him multiple times to get away from its grasp, but most of the times he’ll decline

“i won’t y/n, the egg is the future.”

he still, even after all the advancements, even after everything, he tries to ask you to join the eggpire

“come on y/n, you’ll like being with us.”

“i don’t wanna be on a stupid egg side, like let me crack the egg, i wanna eat it and turn it into a omelette.”

he doesn’t like that joke :(

but before he discovered the egg, both of you were joint at the hip

sight seeing was a must

languages being thrown around everywhere, since you were the little language muffin

Punz

steals stuff from everyone

hide your stuff, because the punzo-y/n team is unstoppable

definitely they can be really stubborn and indecisive

like one day, he will be like, “i need gold blocks.” and the next, “nevermind, i need netherite actually.”

like hon, stop switching

also anarchy buddies

burning down forests and buildings are your guys’s specialty

when you give him gold when they doesn’t ask, his heart goes brrr and his brain goes, “pog pog, they’re so cool, lets hug them.”

Technoblade

now this is the most deadly duo in the entire Dream Smp

better not piss you guys off 😐

he’s the Blood God, and you’re the God/Goddess/God being of Death

so if some occasion where you need to battle someone, like Techno’s enemies, *clears throat and murmurs Quackity*, you will obviously back your boy up :)

help him with enchanting and potions and he’s set for life

also you got have to be close to the great Philza Minecraft since him and Techno are buddy buddy

anarchy squared

helps with the voices since you have some of your own

“so what you’re saying is that i need to pay attention to them?”

“yeah, when i first learned that the voices were in my head, i tried to ignore them, but that sucked. so what i did was try to distract myself with various tasks, and that sucked.”

“so what do i do, you’re saying that i should listen to them, but how do i do that when they literally shout at me.”

“just embrace it, obviously when they do their little chant of blood for the blood god, you have to ignore them.”

“you suck at advice.”

Philza Minecraft

so since both of you resemble death, him being the Angel of Death and you being the God/Goddess/God being of Death, y’all are fucking best friends, platonic soulmates if you will

death squared

watch out, because if you piss them off, prepare to d-

gotta be close to Ranboo and Techno, and obviously others who he platonically likes

he doesn’t need to ask you for stuff, he’s the fricking Angel of Death, but he will ask you to preen his wings :D

“ow, not there y/n.”

“oh shut up grandpa, let me do it.”

“I’M NOT OLD DUMBASS.”

Dream XD

two gods at once, damn there is so much chaos

left and right, you guys are noticed by everyone, like purrrr

y’all would be in some fancy shit, to show your power

you would get jealous of him hanging out with george

“why are you jealous y/n?”

“you’re hanging out with george to much, hang out with me please :(.”

gifts are a must, even though both of you have access to creative

#dream smp #mcyt #myct x reader #dream smp x reader #quackity #quackity x reader #sapnap #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #dreamxd #dreamxd x reader #badboyhalo #badboyhalo x reader #louistommosnesquickmilk writes #louistommosnesquickmilk #philza minecraft #philza x reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #punz #punz x reader #awesamdude #awesamdude x reader

[genshin-impacted]

learning curve // Zhongli x Reader (NSFW)

Word Count: ~1.7k

Notes: gender-neutral reader, Zhongli/Reader, established relationship, half SFW/NSFW -- lots of dirty talk, overstimulation, praise kink, voice kink, cockwarming, soft dom!Zhongli, sub!reader, mentions of switching

Summary: As your lover, Zhongli learns what makes you happy and finds out in the middle of all of it how much he enjoys being able to please you-- both romantically and sexually.

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In everything Zhongli does, he practices patience and focus. In all his years of living as an adeptus, a god, and a mortal man, he has willingly accepted his role as a student as he continues to learn and discover new things that the world has to offer. In many ways, learning is his passion, for his expansive knowledge of all things Liyue and beyond is something of value to him whether it has a function or not. 

Zhongli is a meticulous man-- thorough and precise, leaving no stone unturned in the pursuit of knowledge, and that includes learning how to best please you as your companion, and as your lover.   

You like it when he presses kisses onto your hands. He knows this because each time he does, you always hide your wobbly smile behind your other hand, laughing in embarrassment before flashing him a smile. You also like it especially when he kisses your forehead when you arrive home from commissions because all the tension in your body seems to leave the moment his lips touch your head, your hands already reaching out to hug him after a long day. 

For the walks along Liyue Harbor, he intertwines your fingers into his, clasping palm upon palm, because he knows how you adore his affection in public, a subtle demonstration that the two of you belong to each other. You love the smell of glaze lilies, the taste of violetgrass, and the look of a silk flower bouquet on the dining room table; and he loves the sound of your laugh, the brightness of your smile, and the way he can make you happy by paying attention to your preferences. When he gets a new cologne-- a mild but masculine one that was recommended by Ying’er, your hands are all over him, whether or not you’re aware of it, attracted to his scent and his presence alone. But, oh, he also adores when you are aware of it, your voice as low as a purr when you can smell his cologne, call him ‘irresistible’ and tug him into the bedroom by his tie. 

You take good care into loving him too, in the little ways-- rubbing circles into his temple when he comes back from a long day of work, brewing him tea with the scent of Qixing flowers in the early mornings. But in the bedroom, you are much like the veteran adventurer of Teyvat that you are, zealously finding out what he likes best: licking stripes up the vein on his cock, kissing at the space behind his ears, and pulling at his nipples with your teeth. He is at your mercy when you ride him, milking out his orgasms until he’s gripping his nails into your thighs (much to his embarrassment and much to your delight when he leaves noticeable marks afterward). 

Zhongli is by no means experienced (not that you were particularly either), but he makes up for the lack of experience by doing what he has done for the past millennia.

He learns. 

He is sensitive to your reactions, noting every gasp or moan he can elicit from you, and how your body responds to each of his ministrations. He adjusts how hard he presses, where to touch you, how fast to do something-- how to make you feel good because out of the many songs of beauty that have graced his ears, your voice crying out his name is by far the most melodic. You are his lover, his beloved, his dove-- surely, he need not explain that he would want nothing but the best for you, and if he can bring about your happiness, be it by gifting you with flowers or by making your back arch in pleasure, then he would surely do it.

But just when did he begin seeking out your pleasure-- your words of praise-- so voraciously? 

"Zhongli, ah!" He would hear you gasp when he finds that one spot that makes you lose your inhibitions about showing your expressions. You grasp at his arms and tell him to do it again, words of praise spilling from your mouth as he repeats his actions dutifully to bring you closer to the peak. "You feel so good," you moan. "Zhongli--!"

Making you cry out his name louder and higher until you reach your peak and fall, and he builds it back up again almost ruthlessly. The more he hears from you, the better. He's ardently pounding into you harder, faster until you're sinking into the bed, or using his tongue until you have made a mess on his face, legs shaking from overstimulation and mind unable to fathom how many times you felt waves upon waves of pleasure course through you.

He's learned what you like, what has your nails digging into his flesh and what makes you say his name until your voice grows hoarse. And he's liked how he's also learned a new side of you, for whenever you are pliant under him, at the mercy of his actions, you respond well to his voice. 

Zhongli would be a fool to not take advantage of that.

He thrusts into you and listens to you keen, calling you eager and telling you how much he's enjoying watching you fall apart. The phrases he tells you are almost elegant-- poetic, even, with the way he weaves praises into his words and describes in the finest detail how he feels about you. It's a perfect juxtaposition to when he speaks the dirtiest of things into your ears-- of how well you're taking his cock, how tight your walls are clenched over him, and oh, you like it when he talks to you like this, don't you?

"Can you come with just my voice alone, do you gather?" Zhongli asks you, his voice reverberating through you as a shiver. "You're twitching.” He observes with a hint of amusement, making you hide under the darkness of your hands in embarrassment. He chuckles, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Is that something you desire, my love?” 

When your breath hitches, he says lowly into your ears, “I’m more than willing to see it through if that is what you please, having me sheathed inside of you while you come untouched--”

Zhongli takes a sharp intake when he feels you clench over him in response, and with a grunt, he buries himself inside of you again. 

"Ah, Zhongli," you call out, tugging at his hair with a grip that has him seeing stars. "Zhongli, Zhongli--"

And his name on your lips sounds like words of praise. 

"Tell me what you want," Zhongli asks. He kisses at the juncture of your throat, knowing it to be unfair since that spot has never failed to make you breathless. "Tell me what you want, and I shall provide." He chuckles when you let out a whine, your hands clawing at his back, wordlessly begging him to continue. "It will be your reward," he says, "for being so good for me."

"Zhongli--"

“So obedient,” Zhongli continues, trailing kisses down your neck as his hand reaches up to pinch your nipple. “So shamelessly loud, so full of want for me with your legs urging me to thrust inside of you and your arms making marks on my body. Tell me, my little songbird, do you want the entirety of Liyue to know that I am yours?"

"I'm yours," you cry out, and it takes everything in Zhongli not to bottom out inside you again. "I'm yours, Zhongli; please move! Fuck me--"

You keen again when Zhongli sucks onto the skin at your collarbone, leaving a mark that's sure to turn a deep purple by tomorrow. And without further delay, Zhongli tangles his hand with yours and gives you what you want, his cock thrusting into you at the angle he knows will have you seeing stars, and it does not take long for you to rise to the peak again. 

When you fall, Zhongli catches you with a kiss, swallowing your moan and letting you roll your hips as you ride out your orgasm. He finishes soon after, with his forehead pressed against yours, his cum splattered on your stomach. 

He always murmurs soothing words as the both of you come down from your highs, pressing gentle kisses onto your cheek until he feels your arms wrap around him.

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You respond well to praise, he catalogs as you slide into the bath after him. It is truly a windfall for you to be so compatible with him in this way, for he loves to praise you as much as you love receiving them. Or is it that you simply respond well to his voice in general? 

"Will you respond like that each time we make love?" Zhongli asks afterward when the two of you bathe in the rose-scented water, and he watches you lazily play with the water. 

You turn your head to him grasping onto his thigh so you don’t float away. “Because of what?” You reply teasingly, “You’re going to have to be more specific considering the fact we did so much.”

Zhongli fights down the blush to no avail as he clears his throat at your familiar ribbing. You have always made him grapple for words, so in a way, he would be more than pleased if he were able to render you speechless on a repeated count. “On the… words of praise. You seemed quite receptive to that.”

He hears you laugh as you turn around, making waves in the water. "You really do have a way with words, huh,” you comment. “You’re very good at that.”

“That is because I always have praise for you, my love,” he teases, hearing you laugh again although albeit shyly. “If you liked that, I would not mind having a repeat performance, so to speak.”

You hum thoughtfully, sneaking your hands into the water to grasp his. “Well,” you begin, and he knows you well enough to know that there is a shine to your eyes. “Only one way to find out!”

And Zhongli continues to learn with you.

#genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact zhongli #genshin smut #genshin zhongli #zhongli/reader #dom zhongli supremacy??

[lesbobiwan]

Would you consider [70] with commander fox and senator!reader? Any gender/pronouns are fine! Thank you!

YES PLEASE THIS ONE! god tier pic anon thank u so much

#70: "It's too bad the others are watching, or I'd be on my knees with your dick in my mouth." + Fox

Your elaborate dress is itchy.

Well, no. Not really.

The dress is too expensive to be itchy. Rather, it's the lace underneath your dress that refuses to be ignored. It's not scratchy so much as tempting.

With every shift of your body, you're reminded — as if you ever forgot — about the dark red lingerie wrapped around your body.

Your gaze flits to the commander standing at a perfect parade rest across from the room.

His helmet is trained straight ahead, conveniently where you sit at the table full of Senators. His head dips, unnoticeable to anyone not watching.

Not you. You find that you're always watching Commander Fox.

You enjoy these Senatorial meetings — not a full convening of the Senate, thank the Maker, but close enough — about as much as Fox does, which is to say not at all.

So it goes without saying that you are in desperate need to spice things up.

You start innocently.

The way the Senators are seated ensures that Fox has a direct line of sight to you and you intend to use that to your full advantage.

You uncross your legs.

Fox tilts his head just barely.

One of your hands strays beneath that table, the perfect picture of subtlety, and you pull at the high slit in your dress until your garter belt is bared for Fox's eyes.

His hands clench at his sides.

You can almost picture the way his eyebrow is raised in challenge.

You skate your fingers along the lace until you reach your inner thigh. You can feel the heat from your pussy.

"Please excuse me," you clear your throat in your best impression of being parched, "I'm just going to get some water."

You smile politely, and the bickering Senators pay you no mind as you walk around the table to where the water fountain is stationed. Right next to Commander Fox, not that that means anything.

No one is watching. They're all too self-absorbed in their own egos and need to be right all the time.

"You know," you drop your voice, standing next to Fox and facing the other way as if you're filling up one of the cups, "It's too bad the others are watching, or I'd be on my knees with your dick in my mouth."

Fox's head snaps to face you.

You stare into the emotionless visor, lips quirked up at just the thought of Fox's face underneath that bucket of his.

"I'm terribly sorry, Senator," Fox says, projecting his voice to be heard over the bickering (not that it matters any), "but I've just gotten word of a situation that needs your attention."

You hum in response to hold off the grin that threatens to overtake your face. "How sudden," you remark, "by all means, we should see to it."

Fox guides you out of the room with a hand on the small of your back that's less than professional.

You're pulled into a broom closet where there is distinctly no situation that needs your attention.

Fox rips his helmet off with no finesse and lets it clatter to the ground.

You duck his attempt at pulling you in for a kiss, instead folding onto your knees, fancy dress be damned.

"Cyare, what are you —"

Your hands unclasp his cod piece, setting it down beside you. "I said if no one was watching, I'd be on my knees," you gesture down at your position, "with your dick in my mouth," you gesture at the erection straining Fox's blacks. "Do you see anyone in here with us?"

Fox huffs in disbelief, "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

You grin up at him, pleased as punch as one of his hands caress your cheek, "You like it."

"I'd like it a lot more if you put your pretty lips around my cock."

You inhale sharply, thighs pressing tightly together. Your hands dutifully pull Fox's half hard cock from his pants.

Fox groans, thighs flexing as the cold air hits his cock. One of his hands fists tightly in your intricately pinned hair, and the first tug against your scalp has you keening into the empty storage closet.

"C'mon, pretty thing, put that mouth to good use."

He doesn't sound as commanding as you think he'd like to. He sounds desperate.

You press a soft kiss to the head of his weeping cock, right on his leaking slit, and lick the salty taste from your lips.

Fox's head drops back against the shelving unit behind him, rattling the disinfectant cans there. His hand tightens in your hair.

You have to open your mouth wide to the point of aching to fit him in your mouth.

He's just so thick.

Dedicating yourself in this moment to swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, paying special attention to the ridge of his head.

A tug at your hair has you taking more of his dick down your throat until you start to spasm around him, fighting back your gags.

You lose yourself in the stretch, in the taste. In the groan that reverberates through the room and resonates between your thighs.

You don't stop until your nose is pressed into the hairs at the base of his cock.

"Shit, you feel so good," Fox gasps, thunking his head against the shelving unit again. One of the cans falls, clattering to the ground with a noise that's too loud to be hidden by these thin walls.

"Fuck, your mouth is heaven, sweet thing,"

"You take me so well, baby. Like you were made to suck my cock."

"'m gonna cum,"

Fox babbles, like he always does when you need to be quiet. It's such a wild 180 from his normal bedroom persona — Fox is all rough words and rougher snaps of his hips when he's the one in charge.

Like this, though? Like this, Fox is at your mercy and he knows it.

You pull back until it's just the head of his cock in your mouth again, and both of your hands wrap around his shaft, stroking and twisting just how he likes as you suck on his tip.

His cock is practically drooling in your mouth, almost as wet as you are in your pretty panties.

You drag the edge of your nail along the vein on the underside of his cock and Fox whines as he cums in your mouth.

You swallow three times, twice to ensure you swallow all his cum and once just to see Fox squirm.

He tugs at your hair to get you off now, trembling in oversensitivity, and you show mercy with a soft kiss to his softening cock before sitting back on your heels, looking up at the commander through your eyelashes.

Your face is red, eyes watery and you know there's drool on your chin, but Fox drags you to your feet to kiss you like you're the most gorgeous sight on this side of the galaxy.

"Fuck," Fox hisses between kisses, "You're amazing, you know that?"

His hands grasp and fumble at the slit of your dress, gloved hands searching for the lace wrapped around your hips.

"Are you going to return the favor, Commander?" you ask, trailing biting kisses down his neck until you meet his plastoid armor.

Fox laughs against your skin, deft fingers hooking into your panties to stroke along your soaked slit.

"I'm about to do more than just that, sweet thing."

#501st special #lee's writing #commander fox x reader #it is loving fox hours here #maybe loving him a lil too much #a little lustfully #anon

[fweasleyswhore]

If you are taking requests for the kinkmas list, can I pretty please get, dry humping & humiliation kink for george 🥺 thank you! If not it’s completely fine, no worries!

Kinkmas Day 1:

Humiliation and Dry Humping

George Weasley - Get Off

a/n: I have already told you but this is so hot and it was really fun to write, thank you for this request <3 I know its a few days late but ofc right after I got excited for kinkmas I got my period and its hard to write when I cant stop crying and hurt hella bad lmao - all good now tho

pairing: george weasley x gender neutral reader (mentions reader wearing a skirt, no pronouns)

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: smut, humiliation/degradation, dry humping, p short my b

Fuck. It had been all day. An entire day of purposeful brushes, small touches, dirty words, and then, nothing. Strutting through the halls of the castle I couldn’t deny the burn that spread through my entire body. All-day, all damn day, George had been teasing me. And now I could not find him. 

The only thing stopping me from heading to my dorm and fixing the problem myself were his words. 

“Hold out for me sweetheart, tonight I want to show you the stars.” The words echoed through my head again making a shiver run down my spine. The words he whispered to me during herbology followed by a light smack on my ass fueled the fire I now felt all over. I had scoured the entire castle after dinner, starting in his dorm and then everywhere else. I even checked the library but to no avail. I decided I would try the last few places before I completely gave up. It was by no doubt after curfew by now, and I didn’t mind disobeying George if I literally couldn’t find him. 

Trudging up the stairs to the astronomy tower I played with the hem of my skirt. If I focus hard enough I could almost feel George’s hands raking up my thighs, a feeling that I craved so badly right now. 

Making it to the top of the tower I gingerly pushed open the door, a soft plush mattress sat on the floor, covered with an immense amount of blankets and the soft glow from a few floating candles surrounding the area. I felt my breath hitch as my eyes trailed to the lanky ginger boy laying on the bed. 

“What is this?” I asked softly. His head popped up at the sound. His eyes were dark but his face adorned a giddy smile that made me weak knowing I was the cause. 

“Well, I did say I wanted to show you the stars now didn’t I?” He said in a cocky voice, his head cocked on the side. 

I felt my cheeks heat up as guilt panged my stomach. “Oh Merlin, I’m an idiot aren’t I?”

“Maybe, but you’re my idiot.” He said plainly. I couldn’t help but smile at the boy, laying down slightly, propped up on his elbows, legs spread. His school sweater was nowhere in sight, and his tie laid untied around his shoulders. He looked delicious, and I needed him. 

“I wasn’t aware I belonged to you,” I said lightly, sauntering over to him I watched the way his smile fell and had to hide my own smile as I plopped down next to him on the bed. 

“After everything I did to you today you still want to be a brat?” He asked pulling himself up and looking at me like a predator would his prey. 

“I have no idea as to what you are talking about.” I lied cooly. I was thankful for the dark lighting hiding what I assume to be a dark blush coating my features. 

He sighed and pulled his tie off of his shoulders. His hands rung the fabric, tightening around it for a moment so his veins popped out ever so slightly. The sight made my desire deepen and I rubbed my thighs together, feeling my wetness begin to pool as the day’s events caught up to me. 

“What you are doing says differently sweetheart,” He didn’t look at me as he spoke, opting to continue to play with his tie. “What you are doing is telling me that you’re a misbehaving whore who needs to be put in their place.” He finally looked at me. The tie in his hands now was pulled into an intricate knot that had two loops similar to handcuffs. 

“I watched you today, I watched you rub your thighs together in potions like you wanted me to bend you over right there.” His words had my mouth dry and my pussy drenched. I had no words or cheeky comeback as he watched me with dark hungry eyes. Every word sending me closer to the edge. “I watched how after every interaction we had you grew more desperate, you may say you don’t belong to me but your body sure does, and by the end of the night your mind will too.” 

I opened my mouth to shout something back but before I could his lips met mine in a wet sloppy kiss. His hands soon found my waist and hoisted me up onto his lap, straddling him. From the new angle, our kisses grew more heated and synced. His hands trailed down my waist to my hips, he pushed me down rutting his hips into mine. I felt his clothed bulge grind straight into my core and I didn’t hold back the moan that erupted from my chest. He took that moment to stick his tongue in my mouth, I didn’t bother fighting him with my own, I continued to grind into him sucking on his tongue. He squeezed my hips and pushed up again in sync with my own rhythm I had set that felt amazing. I pulled back letting out a high-pitched whine. 

“Look at you saying you’re not mine but falling apart before I have even properly touched you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were soaking, no one else can do this to you, you’re my whore.” I simply nodded at his words. Too caught up in the pleasure he was giving me to formulate a proper response. “Do you think I could get you off on my thigh? Do you think you could get off by humping my thigh like a worked up whore?” I buried my head in his neck, continuing to rut my hips into him as he spoke I felt my orgasm quickly approaching, and the thought of having to stop to situate myself on his thigh seemed counterproductive. 

“N-No.” I barely whispered. “Don’t need to.” His hand trailed up my side and behind my head, until he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling harsh enough to pull my head back but not enough to hurt me. I looked at him with half-lidded eyes. The devilish smile plastered on his face told me he was enjoying me falling apart on his lap. 

“Gonna cum from this?” He asked pushing his hips into mine with force. I whined, nodding as much as I could with his hand in my hair. 

“Yes, god yes,” I said hastily. The knot in my stomach was fraying at the ends, beginning to fall apart or snap any second. “Please Georgie, need to cum, need to cum now,” I begged. 

I watched as his smile fell into a more serious expression, the hand on my hip grew a tighter grip as he spoke. “Say it, slut. So eager for me, about to cum without me touching you, admit it. You’re mine.” His voice was a few octaves deeper than normal and slightly hoarse. His words pushed only further at the knot in my stomach which was moments away from unraveling. 

“I’m yours, all yours Georgie. Please let me cum, please let your whore cum for you.” I begged, rutting my hips harder. I screwed my eyes shut, willing my every fiber to wait for his permission. 

“Cum for me.” I fell apart in his lap. Panting out broken ‘thank you’s, and blinking away tears. He released my hair and my head fell forward onto his chest, I slowed down my hips and soon enough my breath followed suit. 

“Yknow, I was joking when I said that I didn’t belong to you,” I said breathlessly. I felt his chest rumble against my forehead as he laughed, one hand running up and down my back soothingly. 

“I know, I just wanted you to know you couldn’t get away with that.” He whispered in my ear. I picked my head up gingerly, looking into his lust-filled eyes. 

“Can you do something for me?” I asked quietly, trailing a hand up his chest. He hummed in response causing me to let the smile I was trying to hide slip onto my lips. “Prove to me your mine.”

“Oh, you are in for it now.” I couldn’t hold back the giggle that left my lips as he pushed me down onto my back, towering over me. 

Tonight would be a long night.

[mxxnlitwonders]

someone to care for — kuroo tetsurou

✎ gender. female ✎ contains. edging (giving), dom!reader, mutual masturbation, overstimulation (giving), no plot lol, reader is a power bottom tho owo, praising (giving) ✎ wc. 1.1k

✎ summary. when he was captain, he was always taking care of his team. now that he’s with you, he’s finally being taken care of 

✎ ameris’ notes. repost from my other blog! hnnnnnnnnnng yeah at some point i was proud of this lol. anyway, everyone’s 18+ here. 

A growing smirk makes its way onto your face, your nails scratching down Kuroo’s back that’s sure to leave marks for his team to see. Small moans leave your mouth as you listen to Kuroo’s grunts each time he snaps his hips into yours, hitting deep inside you and leaving you in bliss. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses.The tight grip he had on your hip makes you almost want to give him control. Almost. 

You let out a particularly loud moan as his hand moves to your clit, rubbing small circles with his thumb. The warmth in your core slowly builds as he continues thrusting into you. Kuroo’s breathing is ragged, desperate for his climax. 

“What a good boy,” you murmur into his ear, his rhythm slightly wavering the moment the words enter his ear. “God, you’re too good for me, fucking me so well, aren’t you a-” Kuroo thrusts particularly hard into you “-good boy, Tetsu?” 

“Y-yes, I’m your good boy,” Kuroo breathes out.  “Please, can I-can I cum?”  

Kuroo cries out once more when you yank his hair back, making him look at you. The desperate and pained look in his eyes makes you want to let him cum. But you won’t let him. 

“No. Now stop.” 

Kuroo whimpers as he stops thrusting into you, his cock filling you up so deeply and as much as you want him to keep fucking you, he doesn’t deserve it. Your hand caresses his face as you place a chaste kiss on his lips. He kisses you back and opens his mouth slightly to let your tongue in but with it, his hips slightly thrust into you and you immediately pull back. A string of saliva glimmers in your line of sight, connecting your lips to his.

A dark gaze fills your eyes as you stare into his brown eyes. You can tell he’s trying hard to hold back his sharp tongue because that’s the entire reason why the two of you are here right now. 

All because some kid (read as: Lev) made an offhand comment when Kuroo was changing his shirt before a practice match in front of you and the team and saw scratch marks from the other night. 

Then Lev mentioned something along the lines of, “Oh wow, Kuroo takes good care of our manager, huh.” And of course as Nekoma’s manager, and with your luck, you happened to be in ear range along with Kuroo. 

A ghost of a smirk was left on your face as you made eye contact with Kuroo as he played it off with a smug remark and he knew he was in for it for the long haul later that night. 

“Come on baby, I thought you were going to be a good boy for me?” You scold, kissing the corner of his lips, not even paying any mind to how he tries to chase after your own lips. “Don’t you want to take care of me?” Ever so delicately, your fingers dance to his throat, wrapping your hand around his throat as much as possible and giving him a light squeeze. 

“Please,” Kuroo chokes out, moving his head to kiss the tips of your fingers that make its way to his cheek after releasing his neck. You tap his hips with your other hand, slowly he moves out of you. Your core feels empty but watching how Kuroo so desperately wants to cum inside you only to be disappointed overpowered your need to be filled with his cock. He lets out a low groan, satisfied with moving but unsatisfied that he couldn’t climax within you.

Slowly, you push him away from you for him to lay down instead. Kuroo’s athletic body was definitely a sight for sore eyes, especially with how his neck, shoulders, chest, hips, and inner thighs were littered with bruises. All because of you.

You move to straddle his waist, Kuroo lets out a moan as he feels the warmth of your core and fluids rub against his stomach. Kuroo grips your thighs as you grind down on him. His breathing grows heavier as you kiss his neck, leaving more bruises. His jaw slightly drops as he gasps, the feeling of your teeth biting where his neck and shoulder met. Your tongue darts out over the newly made mark then kissing it. 

His brown eyes meet yours as you move off of him, sitting on the bed.

“Sit up, baby.” You smile at him, but Kuroo knew the smile meant you had something up your sleeve. He could only hope you’d finally let him orgasm. After all, you’ve edged him countless times within the past hour and his dick was aching for a release. 

The bed dips with each of your movements as you crawl over to him. Kuroo’s breath hitches as you lean down to his cock but groan as you only placea small kiss on his tip. 

A smirk appears on your face as you then move to kiss the side of his neck then to his ear. 

“I want you to touch yourself but you’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Okay?” 

Kuroo shivers under your intense stare when you pull away but nods nonetheless, his hand traveling to grip his length. A sharp sting appears on his hand the moment you slap it.

“Use your words baby, then you can touch yourself.” 

He growls and glares at you but the smug look on your face did not falter. 

“Come on baby boy, what are you going to do?” Your thumb grazes his bottom lip. Kuroo doesn’t even realize he was biting his lip until you pull it out, sliding your thumb into his mouth making him suck. You feel his tongue graze the tip of your thumb and then slowly pull it out with a ‘pop.’ His glare’s intense, but that your resolve is strong.

“Touch myself,” he murmurs, “but I can’t cum without your permission.” 

“Good boy.” You stroke your fingers through his hair then watch as his hands grips his length giving himself two fast pumps, being sure to brush over his tip with his thumb. 

“Slower, and grip yourself harder,” you say. He whines as he slows down his motions. His piercing eyes watch you. You’re so invested in watching him stroke himself. But what can you say, there’s something so powerful in watching your lover under your control. 

Kuroo can’t help but thrust up into his hand as he feels his climax approaching. But you knew him well. The desperate look in his eyes, the groans that leave his mouth. Even the fact that he was slightly picking up the pace. But you let him do that. All so that when he got closer and closer…

“Stop.”

A low pitched groan of frustration found its way to your ears as you made sure to kiss his lips as his hand came to a stop over his cock. A sense of pride flows through you, feeling extra proud at how well he obeyed and surprised at his reaction time to stopping.The veins in his other arm that grips the bedsheets popout, showcasing just how toned he was. 

“Good boy,” you murmur against his lips then lean away. “Such a good fucking boy. You can move your hand again, now, however you like.” 

Slowly, Kuroo begins to move his hand over his cock, his mouth parts in desperation. He pumps his length faster. His thumb brushing over his tip. It was music to your ears, hearing his deep moans get louder. You can’t help but move your own hand down, your own fingers brushing over your entrance to gather your own slick before moving up to your clit, rubbing small circles to pleasure yourself beside him. 

Kuroo’s eyes watch you insert a finger into your pussy, groaning with you. He couldn’t help but imagine fucking you and cumming. 

“Please, I-”

“No sweetheart, not yet,” you order, shifting your hips as you grind into your own hand. But before any of you two knew it, spurts of his cum fall on his stomach, thighs, and bedsheets along with long deep moans leaving Kuroo. His face scrunches up in pleasure and though it was a pretty sight for you, disappointment settles within your stomach.

You frown, clicking your tongue. Kuroo knows that you’re not only mad at him for cumming but that it also made you stop yourself from cumming with him. But you’re also mad at yourself for not realizing he was close to cumming with how he suddenly grew quiet.

“Oh baby,” you shake your head, watching as he realizes he fucked up, “you haven’t been good for me at all, have you? Okay, give me a number between 2-5.” You reach your hand out to his now softened dick and despite the fact that he just came you immediately begin to pump his length. Pain shoots through Kuroo as he feels himself get overstimulated. 

“Thr-three,” Kuroo cries. 

“Alright, that’s how many more times you have to cum, okay? Since you were so desperate to cum. Does that sound good baby?” 

Kuroo lets out a pitiful whimper but he nods, knowing that with the way your eyes glinted, you were not letting him off for this.

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsurou smut #kuroo tetsuro x reader smut #kuroo tetsurou x reader smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsurou x you #🌙.edging #🌙.overstimulation #🌙.mutualmasturbation #🌙.femdom #mxxn.writes #🌙.praising #💙.kuroo

[tipsydipsydo]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: Female

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sexual Language; Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub Dynamics (Switchy Kook and switchy Reader; Kook was dominant at first and slowly turns into subby! Kook 😇💕); Wall Sex; lowkey Strength-Kink; Marking; Petnames; Praising; Begging; Mentions of Pubic Hair; Teasing; soft Edging; unprotected vaginal Sex (please stay safe!); Creampie; Mentions of Face-Sitting; Mentions of Cumplay;

A/N: Like usually, my dear Sibi @borathae was my Muse again after we thirsted about Jungkook's bulky Biceps together and she gave me a lot of Inspo for this here! ♡ (It's also more like another thing to tease the shit out of her and make her feral and angy at me 😂 Sorry not sorry Babe 😇)

Her Statement in one Audio Message:

"Why do you do this always to me? I swear, I'll never gonna tell you any of my fucking kinks again because you just gonna fucking use them against me!"

....yes, I would say that's kinda accurate? I'm sorry not sorry? 🤷🏻‍♀️😁

Synopsis: You don't know why but today was the first Day you realized how buff and bulky Jungkook's Biceps are. And the fact that they look delicious when they're tensed up...

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A guttural, almost animalistic grunt leaves Jungkook's throat as he crashes with his muscular and well defined body once more into yours and pounds you against the hallway wall.

His forearms are hooked under your knees and holding you up against the wall, giving him the best access to bury his thick length with every thrust balls deep into your juices dripping cunt.

Jungkook lowers his view to the spot where you two are connected, a deep feral growl found his way out of his gritted teeths. The cute curls of your pubic hair are drenched in your arousal, in lube and probably in his precum too and glisten seductively in the dummes light of the hallway.

His almost wolfish noises send an electric shock of lust down your spine. You feel it, deep down in your chest, how a loud moan full of pleasure and primal sexual desire builds up and waits for his chance to be freed.

Your own sounds of pure and raw need joins Jungkook's audible expressions and creates a filthy and so intoxicating melody. The exchange of his deep growls and your moans and whimpers makes you even wetter and lets Jungkook's girthy cock twitch noticeably in your pussy.

You purr in delight as your lips came in contact with his soft and sweaty skin and immediatedly starts sucking harshly on his smooth skin.

A trembling and high-pitched whine escapes his so beautiful swollen lips, a noise which stands in complete contrast to that low growl before. Quickly he presses his lips together and hid his flustered face with red flushed cheeks in the crook of your neck.

At the beginning of this naughty intercourse he was surrounded by such a massive Dom Aura. He pounded the shit out of you and showed no mercy, loved the feeling to be fully in charge and used you like he desired. As if you are his little fuckdoll.

...and honestly, you loved it. Even when you're more a Switch with a strong dominant side, you truly loved it to get manhandled by him.

But his Dom starts to crumble, piece for piece he falls slowly apart and reveals his strong submissive Side. Kook's sweet whimper and his adorable Shyness about his cute noise draws the attention of your inner Dom to your sweet and shy Boy.

Your Switches works perfectly with each other. Whenever Kookie turns back into a more submissive behaviour, your own Dom comes out and couldn't wait to claim tje precious Boy as your own again.

The need to mark him, to re-new the fading hickeys and to ruin him all over again is incredibly high. Your mouth leaves a trail of dark marks behind and wanders over to your personal favourite spot, his pulse point.

Jungkook gasps and a strangled, whiny moan comes in pants over his cherry red lips. Greedy desire shoots through his veins and his hips speeds even more up, fucking into you in a rapid pace and are searching for any kind of relief.

You're lost in your own pleasure but you are still able to manage to clench around him just right. It drives him insane and he's not joking at all.

He knows this feeling, it feels like as if it's already too much but still not enough for him to cum. He gets this feeling very often since you two are in a relationship, you're almost always able to make him feel this way.

This feeling is tortourious but also unbelievable amazing and it already made him lowkey addicted to it.

You chuckles at the sight of him in front of you, he's all subby and and needy for you again. Gently you push the few sweat-soaked strands of hair out of his face before you lift his chin up to you to give him a long and passionate kiss. He mewls and his body trembles when he hears your greedy growl as your palm and fingers wraps around his buff and tensed up biceps.

"Hm? What was that? Was your inner Dom not strong enough to keep the façade of being all bossy up? Was your sweet Sub stronger than you want to admit, so you turned in my sweet precious Baby Boy again? Oh Baby, don't be shy~ being a submissive Boy isn't a Bad thing at all! You know how much I love it to have you that way, my sweet Darling~", you coo at him and make him blush even more.

Your teasing words makes him all flustered and shy but whebeveryou call him 'Baby Boy', his cock twitches inside of you and tiny whimper comes through his slightly open lips.

"Bab- Mistress! P-Please... I-I need to c-cum! I can't take it and longer...", pants Jungkook in a whiny and trembling voice, some hiccups follows and it sounds like he's near to tear up. Maybe from your teasing words or the humiliation of his own body to fall so quickly back into his submissive position.

"Oh Baby, don't cry, okay? It's absolutely okay and normal to fall back into the position you're most used to. It's fine, Baby Boy. Cum for your Mistress, stuff your creamy cum deep inside of her pussy and fill her all up to the brim~", you wisper sweetly in his ear. Pulling him with your calves on his lower back even further into your greedy cunt.

"O-Oh my God, y-yes! T-Thank you so much, Mistress, thank you! Will fill you up like the Good Boy I am!", he cry out and promises you over and over again.

It doesn't take long anymore, just a few more thrusts to make Jungkook cum deep into you. Shoots rope after rope of thick creamy white cum into your tight, velvety walls until you feel in a special way pretty full. Yes, your sweet Boy is a very healthy Boy and has huge loads to give and to play around.

"That's it, pretty Boy. Such a good Boy you are for me~", you praise him softly and smiles fondly at him while you play gently with the hair in his nape. Nevertheless, your Darling is a shy bean and doesn't dare to look up at you. Until a certain realisation hits him.

"Miss... You didn't cum. Can you sit on my face so I can make it up to you? Pretty Please? Wanna make you feel good too and wanna taste myself in your pretty pussy...", he begs and looks now into your face with those adorable big doe eyes.

Gosh, why is this Boy just so awfully cute and sweet?! You can barely say no to such loving doe eyes.

"...oh Baby, you're too cute for your own good! Go on then, get yourself what that Golden Boy desires."

#goldenclosetnet #bangtanhq #bts smut #bangtanarmynet #jungkook smut #purplearmynet #sub! bts #bts jungkook wall sex #song inspo: the walls by chase atlantic #bts x reader #sub! jungkook #sub bts x dom reader #jungkook x reader #subby jungkookie #bts x reader smut #the walls by tipsydipsydo

[corruptedconfessions]

prompt 40 and 41 with yandere warlock monoma please?

“It’s just a simple love potion! Don’t worry, in just a few hours things will be perfect.”

“Yes, you can touch them.”

I edited the second prompt sentence a bit! I hope thats okay lmaoo

Another Gender-neutral one for y’all

Warnings: Drugging via love potion, dubcon/noncon?, mind break

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You growled, yanking hard on the chains that held your wrists tight above your head, snapping at the warlock as he stepped into the cabin again. He rolled his eyes at your antics, smirking down at you mockingly as he stepped closer to you, clutching a vial in his hand.

“Haven’t you learned yet? You’re so stupid, honestly, you would think that my chosen partner would have to be smarter than this.”

You snarled, jerking your head away when he reached to try and pet your hair. You thrashed in place, yanking on the chains again as you growled at him again. 

“Fuck off! I’m not yours!”

You tried to kick out at the blonde as he stepped closer to you, but you found yourself frozen unable to move, leg still midair. Monoma watched you with a cocky smirk, hand in the air as he kept you frozen as he moved closer. You couldn’t do anything but scowl at him as he held your face tight, forcing your jaw open as he lifted the vial in his free hand, pouring the liquid into your open mouth, down your throat.

You coughed weakly, choking down the liquid, some of the pink dribbling down your chin which the blonde happily licked up before pulling away. He moved to the other side of the room, sitting down on the bed facing you before he finally lowered his hand, freeing you.

“What the fuck did you do?!”

You glared at him, desperately wishing the chains would snap so you could smack that ugly ass smirk off his face…

You’re rage was quickly replaced with a cold dunk of terror at the warlocks next words, your horrified face meeting his own cruelly delighted smirk.

“It’s just a simple love potion! Don’t worry, in just a few hours things will be perfect.”

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Your skin was burning, like you were cooking from the inside out, everything ached so badly and you just needed…needed. You cried out arching hard against the wall as you stared at Monoma from where he was relaxed on the bed, reading a tome.

“Please! Please please please please please…”

Your chest heaved as you whimpered, staring at him longingly. You needed Monoma you needed him so bad you couldn’t breathe. Youre entire being ached, you just needed to touch him, feel him, love him, god why wont he just look at you?!

You cried harder, straining against the chains as he finally looked up, smirking at you as you shuttered, gasping in ecstasy just from his gaze dragging across you.

“Oh, do you need something?”

You nearly sobbed in frustration, whimpering out his name pathetically, arching as far forward as you could.

“Monoma!”

You whimpered weakly, crying out in pain but still arching desperately towards him as he slowly stood up, setting his book aside before slowly approaching you. 

“You’re tune sure changed, not so strong now are we?”

You shuttered, eyes rolling back when he reached out stroking your cheek. You pushed desperately into it, gasping desperately as you shook with pure desire. It wasn’t enough, you needed more more more!

You barely noticed when his free hand reached up, releasing your shackles around your wrists. Immediately you were whimpering, grabbing at him from where you were on your knees, pawing at his thighs and clinging to his pants. You breathed in his scent, shuttering hard. It was so perfect you needed more!

“Calm down~”

You paused when he reached down to stroke your hair, staring up at him with all the adoration you could muster as he smirked down at you, pulling down his pants. You nearly shook with excitement and desire as he pulled out his length, holding it out in front of your face.

“Yes, you can touch.”

You didn’t need or wait for another second, you wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking and pumping him in your hand as you nuzzled your face against it, dragging your tongue down the side of his cock. You worshiped him, tracing his veins with your tongue while pumping him lightly in your hand, nuzzling and pressing open mouthed kisses to his shaft. You just needed.

“Not so proud and mouthy now.”

You whimpered softly as he tangled his hand in your hair, too focused on the hard cock in front of you. You loved Monoma so much~! You just wanted to touch him, be close to him, be one with him!! Forever!

“Come on, you can do better than that can’t you?”

You kept stroking his length with one hand, pulling back just to open your mouth, covering your teeth so you wouldn’t hurt him as you slowly lowered yourself down on his dick. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt him rubbing your head gently as you swallowed him down, refusing to stop until your nose was pressed against his curls at the base. You tried your best not to gag, breathing slowly through your nose as you swallowed around him, your throat clenching around him, massaging his cock.

“Fuck that’s good~ Just like that~”

He smirked down at you, playing with your hair as you slowly started sucking, rubbing your tongue along the bottom of his cock as you slowly started moving your head. You kept your eyes closed, savoring the weight of his cock in your mouth as you bobbed your head, swallowing him down and lapping at his shaft eagerly. You were pleasing him! Monoma was happy with you! You were making him feel good!

Just the thought had you shuttering in pleasure, squeezing your thighs together as you started moving faster. Every grunt and moan that came from above you sent jolts of pleasure through you. Low moans sitting in the back of your throat, vibrating around his cock, causing him to moan louder, thrusting slightly into your mouth and cursing when your throat tightened around him.

“Shit!”

He groaned grabbing both sides of your head as he started thrusting, fucking your mouth ruthlessly. All you could do was sit there with your mouth open as he fucked the back of your throat. It was sure to be sore tomorrow but right now all you could feel was pure bliss! It felt so good to be used by the one you loved! You wanted more! Needed more!!

You were shivering in pleasure, staring up at him with teary eyes as his thrusts finally stuttered. He thrust deep down your throat, holding your head in place as he finally spilled down your throat with a wrecked groan.

”Drink it all up~”

You didn’t have to be told twice as you eagerly swallowed down his cum, continuing to suck his cock as you trembled, lapping at it to get every last drop.

“That’s enough.”

You cried out, whining when he pulled away. No! No no no no! You weren’t done yet! You needed to be closer to him, to feel him deep inside of you! Already you could feel his hot cum coating your insides, cooling in your stomach, but you needed more! You needed to be one with your love!

You jumped up off your knees once he looked away from you, running and tackling him. Caught off guard he could only struggle slightly against you, unable to hit you and too startled to cast a spell as you pushed him back against the wall you were chained too. He spun around, hand raised to attack back when you lunged at him again, snapping one of the cuffs that had been around your wrists around his own, locking away his magic. Swiftly you grabbed the other one, locking it around his other wrist as well.

“What the hell are you doing?! Let go of me this instant!”

You cooed softly shushing him as you dropped back down to your knees, grabbing his thighs and squeezing them tight as you started lapping at his soft cock, working it back to hardness. Your entrance was twitching eagerly, a deep ache inside of you, desperate to be filled, to be filled with him! Soon the two of you would be connected…completely.

Forever~

#yandere #monoma x reader #reader insert #monstermonth #warlock #fantasyau

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

We Have A Situation (3)

Bucky x reader

Warnings: Smut (y’all knew it was coming eventually 😈)

Word Count: 3147

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"You guys are crazy. I don't want a gender reveal party," you said to Nat and Wanda.

"Why not?" Wanda groaned.

"Because it's a waste of money. I know you two have been planning a baby shower behind my back. I don't need both."

Just then, Bucky walked into the room, "Hey, I've been looking all over for you. Are you ready?" He asked, referring to your doctor's appointment for the day.

"Yeah, I'm ready. They're trying to talk me out of finding out the genders, so they can throw a party," you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, that might actually be fun," he smiled.

"He gets a vote!" Nat quickly yelled.

"Come on, Bucky you can't be serious," you groaned.

"Will there be cake?" He turned to Nat.

"Tons of it," she confirmed.

"I'm on their side," a simple shrug. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and scowled.

"Fine," you bit out, "but it has to be small." 

The two women celebrated and ran from the room.

You and Bucky headed down to the med bay as planned. Dr. Cho assured you both that the babies were growing and healthy. All of Bucky's concerns about the serum somehow affecting them negatively put to rest.

"If anything, your DNA has made them stronger. Mama is on track to carry full term, which is very rare for twins," she patted his hand.

Bucky released a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding. You smiled up at him from your position.

"So, are we finding out the gender of our little ones today?"

You looked over at Bucky again. He squinted his eyes at you and you sighed. 

"No, I've agreed to a reveal party and it looks like goody two shoes over here won't let me cheat."

"Fair enough," she laughed. 

She moved the wand around a little more, turned and wrote something down on a piece of paper and sealed it in an envelope. She handed it to Bucky knowing you'd probably rip it open the moment it was in your hands.

As you and Bucky headed back up to your floor, you kept eyeing the envelope in his hands. You kept thinking of different ways to distract him enough for you to get to it. He was much quicker than you, so it had to be really dramatic in order for him to let his guard down.

"Don't even think about it," he said. 

You looked up and he was staring right at you. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. These people were really starting to piss you off.

The elevator door opened and he stepped out. "I'm gonna give this to Nat and I'll bring you some ice cream."

"I want donuts," you countered.

"Donuts it is," he yelled as the doors closed. 

You patted your belly feeling victorious. At least you'd get something you wanted today.

You stepped off the elevator once it reached your floor and headed to your room. Sitting on the bed and clicking on the TV, you flipped through the channels. Nothing seemed interesting at the moment. Deciding on 50 Shades of Grey, you sat back and waited for Bucky to bring your snacks.

By the time he made his way to your room, you were sitting in the middle of the bed, tears in your eyes and clutching a pillow. He rushed towards you sitting everything down on the table.

"What's wrong?" He sounded concerned.

"Nothing," you looked over at him and the tears finally fell.

"Is this about the babies? If you want to know that bad, I'll go back and get the results," he was already moving.

You reached out to grab him, "No, it's not that. It's this movie."

He turned towards the television and then looked back at you, "Why is this making you cry?"

You sniffled, "Because I'm s-so fucking horny!" You were full on crying now. 

It took everything within Bucky not to laugh. You looked so cute and ridiculous at the same time. He wiped the tears from your face and just stared at you for a while. You leaned into his touch and looked into his eyes. "Shit," was all you could get out before diving on top of him and straddling his waist, crashing your lips on his. 

He eagerly accepted and immediately started tearing at your top.

He broke away as he brought it over your head, "Are you sure?"

"Why not? It's not like you can knock me up or something," you pulled him back in. 

You grinded on top of him. The sweatpants he was wearing did nothing to hide his massive erection. You fingered the waistband and dipped your hand inside gripping him. He growled. Hearing that from him just about set you off.

He moved to trail kisses down your neck to your breasts. Kissing the top of each one before rubbing the lace over your nipples with his thumbs. He quickly replaced one thumb with his tongue licking you through the bra. The sensation was absolutely maddening. You buried your fingers in his hair and moved him to the other. He had no problem with complying to the silent command.

He gripped your ass with his metal hand and lifted you slightly, sliding his hand between your legs and pressing a finger to your aching clit. 

"Fuuuccckkk!" Your legs started to shake immediately. You tugged on his hair as the pleasure crashed through you.

A soft, "Damn," escaped his lips as you grinded down on his fingers to ride out your orgasm. "Take these off. Now." He commanded pulling at your leggings. 

He threw them to the side as you laid back and he pushed your knees up. He licked his lips at your slick coated pussy before placing a gentle kiss on it. You sucked in a deep breath at the contact. He stuck his tongue out and slowly lapped at your folds.

"Buck, pleasssse," you whined at his teasing.

"Please what? Say it." Another command that made your pussy clench. He placed another soft kiss to your core when you didn't speak up soon enough. "I've got all day, doll." He says with another lick.

"Please Bucky. Please eat my pussy," you breathlessly begged. 

He slid his tongue inside of you and brought it out slowly. He stroked your clit, up and down at first and then swirled in slow circles. Your eyes pinched shut as he sucked on your clit and flicked his tongue over it. He stopped with a loud pop from his lips.

Bucky used his flesh hand to slide a finger inside of you wanting to feel just how wet you were for him. It didn't take long before another followed. He curled his fingers and worked them in and out of you with a twisting motion. Your pussy squelched. 

"Fuck, doll. You hear that? You're so wet for me," he said and worked his tongue against your clit again.

You moaned in response and pushed his face into you even more. He felt your pussy clench around his fingers. You were on the verge of cumming again. He pulled his fingers out and stopped licking right when he thought you were going to break.

"Damn it!" You yelled in frustration. 

You could hear Bucky laugh as he moved over you.

"Not yet," he said and kissed you. 

He ran his slick covered fingers over your bottom lip. Your tongue snaked out and took the digits into your mouth. He shoved them down your throat slowly and you moaned taking them in.

"You're a nasty little whore even when you're sober," he nipped at your neck with his teeth working his fingers in and out of your throat.

Tiring of his games, you pushed him, so he lay flat on his back. Raking your nails across his chest and leaning in to place gentle pecks on the scarring where flesh meets metal. You gripped his hard dick. Leaning back on your knees admiring it as you stroked him. Using your thumb to swirl the precum around the tip; mouth watering at the sight.

You leaned in and flicked out your tongue running it along the prominent vein from base to tip. You could hear the harsh breath he took in. It made you smile. You opened up and took him in. He grabbed the back of your head and guided you slowly. Pumping in and out of your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. He held you there for a few seconds before letting you up.

You pulled back with a string of spit leading from your mouth to his pulsing erection. Bucky couldn't stand it anymore. He moved you to hover over him before pausing. 

"Is this safe?" He questioned. 

He wanted you so bad, but wouldn't risk harming the babies.

"Yes," you breathed, pushing yourself down on him, pausing mid way to adjust. 

He pushed himself in a little at a time, you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you. Digging your nails into his chest as he filled you to capacity. You placed yourself on your toes and moved your hips in a figure eight motion.

"Fuccckkk, baby! You keep this up and I won't last very long."

You didn't care. You kept at it enjoying the thought of pushing him over the edge so quickly. Bucky wouldn't let it happen. He sat up bringing your legs around his waist and gripped your ass. You buried your hands into his hair while he pumped into you. He peppered kisses across your collarbone.

"Is this what you wanted?" He brought his hand down hard on your ass when you didn't respond. "Answer me."

"God, yes!" You yelled.

"That's my girl," he growled into your throat. He moved to take a nipple into his mouth as he reached between you and pressed his thumb to your clit. You threw your head back. The feeling of pure bliss overtaking you. "That's a good girl. Cum for me. Cum all over this dick."

His words took you over the edge. Your pussy clenched around him as you rode out your orgasm. You mewled as the sensation crashed through your body. Bucky couldn't hold out any longer. He grabbed on tight and let his cum flow through you.

You both sat there attached to one another for a while. Reveling in the feel of one another.

"Thank you," you finally broke the silence, but continued to cling onto him.

"Anytime, baby doll," he sweetly planted a kiss on your shoulder.

********

Wanda and Nat made you wait two whole weeks before the party happened. They wouldn't allow you to help with anything.

"Just show up," Nat would say while pushing you out of the room and hiding all of their plans.

You passed the time in the gym and having sex with Bucky, which you both decided to keep secret from everyone else.

The day of the party, you decided on a flowing white wrap dress. Determined to stay neutral on the genders. You told everyone that you'd be fine no matter what and you just wanted healthy babies. 

Not the whole truth. 

You were really hoping that at least one would be a girl, so you could wear matching outfits and have mommy daughter dates. 

There was a soft knock on the door and it opened. Bucky waltz right in without waiting for an answer. He's been getting really comfortable these last few days.

"I could have been naked, Barnes." You throw your hands to your hips.

"You should have been naked," he retorts.

You eyed him up and down trying to contain your laugh by biting your bottom lip. He had on a blue shirt, dark jeans and a pink headband. 

"You look ridiculous," the giggle dam broke.

"Whatever, I'm in the spirit, woman!" He hopped around. 

You had to admit that it was nice seeing him like this. Happy, excited and carefree. He rubbed your belly and got down on one knee. 

"Alright guys, I've bet your annoying uncle Sam that you were one of each. He thinks you're both girls. It's us against him. We must defeat him."

"Don't drag my children into your drama," you swatted him away. "Besides, if they're both girls, you will love them all the same."

"Of course I will, but I wanna win," he placed a kiss on either side of your tummy before standing. 

The action made your heart flutter. Yeah, the two of you are having sex like a couple of horny rabbits, but what he just did? That was so intimate. 

You cleared your throat, you knew he could hear when your heart sped up. He didn't say anything, just reached out for your hand to lead you down to the dining area where the small party was being held.

You walked in to see the people you called family standing around. Even T’Challa, Shuri, Valkyrie and Thor had come to celebrate. 

The explosion of pinks and blues in the room was a funny sight. If anyone knew that the super assassin who is Natasha Romanoff had anything to do with this, it may ruin her reputation. 

You looked around at all of the food and dessert options. The gift table. There weren't supposed to be gifts. They even had a small photo booth set up in a corner.

"Soooo," Wanda walked up, "what do you think?"

"I think you guys are already spoiling these kids too much," you pointed to the gift table. You eyeballed T’Challa, the two tiny throne chairs were no doubt from him. He just shrugged with a big smile on his face.

"There's no such thing as spoiling them too much," she looked over at Bucky who stood quietly beside you staring at the cupcake board that had two giant question marks on it.

"You wanna tell me what's on your mind or do I need to read it?"

"When can we find out?" He looked at her.

"Right now, if that's what you want."

He squeezed your hand and there was pure joy in his eyes. "Ready?" He asked you.

"I was ready two weeks ago," you pulled him along.

Wanda announced that the reveal would be now and everyone should gather around. You and Bucky stood on one side and each grabbed a cupcake from a question mark.

"Ready?" You asked, bringing the cake to your mouth.

"No, wait!" He said.

"What?"

"I want to bite that one. That's the boy."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," he said and brought the one he was holding to your mouth. 

You mimicked his action. You both took a bite of the cakes and looked down at the centers. His eyes lit up and so did yours. You both looked at your own cupcakes and jumped for joy.

"Are you gonna share with the rest of us or what?" An anxious Sam.

"It's a girl!!"

"It's a boy!!"

You both shouted at the same time. Bucky immediately dropped to his knees to kiss your stomach all over. 

There goes your heart again. You ran your hand through his hair and smiled as he carried on talking to the kids. The two of you completely forgetting that there are other people in the room until you hear a throat clear. You both looked up. Everyone was standing around with smug smiles. You rolled your eyes and Bucky shot to his feet.

Wanda and Nat came over to hug you and Steve joined in.

"So, have you thought of names?" Sam asked.

"Not yet," you said.

"You haven't?" Bucky asked, confused.

"You have?"

"Well, no, but I thought you had. I was just gonna go with the flow of whatever you chose," he shrugged.

"Alright then, I challenge you to a game of poker for naming rights!!" Sam yelled.

"What? No! I want in," Steve interjected.

"You guys are not playing poker for the right to name my kids." You rubbed your stomach. Bucky turned to look at you and pleaded with his eyes. You sighed, "James Buchanan Barnes, you'd better win."

"It's impossible for me to lose. I'm better than both of them," he leaned over and kissed your cheek and ran off.

"I can't believe you're letting them do this," Wanda said.

"I have no clue what I want to name these kids. They might actually help."

You watched as they set up for the game. Bucky's smile was wide until Sam made a smart ass comment and the bickering started.

"I'm in love with him," you confessed to your friends. "I don't know when, but I have fallen for that big idiot."

"Does he know?" Wanda asks. 

"Absolutely not. It'll just complicate things." 

"You mean beyond the two of you going at it like rabbits constantly?" Nat chimed in. 

"What?!" You pretended to be shocked at her words. 

You looked around at your friends. Even Valkyrie had a knowing look on her face. 

"Oh, come on, Val, you haven't even been here," you said to her. 

"Yet, I could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife," she replied. 

"I just know he doesn't feel the same way and I can't handle that rejection. Not right now. Plus, we're finally at a place where we get along and I don't want to mess that up."

"I saw the way he looked at you. The way he touched you and kissed you. Rejection is the last thing you need to be worried about." 

You looked to the other side of the room and watched him. You still wanted to smack his ridiculously handsome face. How dare he make you fall in love with him?? 

Across the room, Bucky took a sip from the beer he was having. He was concentrating on his hand and then he suddenly turned to look back at you. 

You gave him the "I'm watching you" hand motion and he gave you a quick thumbs up and returned to his game. 

"So, have you told her yet?" Steve asked. 

"What?" Bucky looked up from the cards. 

"That you love her. Have you told her or are you scared?" 

"Am I scared? Am I scared??" 

"Well, at least we know he understands the question," Sam laughed. 

"You gotta tell her, man. You know I was too stupid to tell Pepper and then I almost lost her," Tony said. 

"I'm just kind of playing it by ear. We're both enjoying this time and I like the way things are between us right now and I can't risk messing that up." He explained. 

All the men got quiet as they studied their hands. Steve was the first to throw his cards down and then Tony. 

"You might as well fold with the rest of the them, Clank," Sam teased. 

"I'd rather die Chicken Little," Bucky fired back. 

"I knew you'd say that," he chuckled as he laid down his hand. A Royal flush. 

"Shit!" Bucky spat. 

"Bucky?!" You yelled. 

"Relax, it's only the first game!" He said over his shoulder.

********

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this is a (super late) update to this fic rec post! i was planning to just keep editing and updating that post, but it’s been so old it no longer appears on tumblr search system and all, so here we are. be ready for some old school zosans in the mix

all complete

absolute favorites will be noted with a ♡

list will be updated as i find more

story count: 30 fics

last update: jan 5th 2020

CANON-VERSE

Goings On by clarify  ♡

Zoro and Sanji understand each other, and sometimes have a very similar sense of humor. Even though they're worlds ahead of most, sometimes they can't help but to act their age.

easily one of my favorites. zoro and sanji are completely in character, being themselves and comfortable in each other’s spaces. for anyone who thinks zoro and sanji can’t get along in canon, this fic can easily prove them wrong.

Part Timer by 8ball ♡♡

Sanji really, really doesn't want to give Zoro a job at his restaurant. Zoro doesn't really even want to work there in the first place, but, well, there’s this thing with Sanji, and this thing with feelings and the whole thing is pretty damn stupid all together.

Zeff just wants grandkids. He’s too old for this bullshit anyways.

a wonderful, heart-wrenching, roller coaster ride of a post-series fic. this fic is not just a mere fic — it’s a zosan magnum opus with guest appearances by so many other characters, lots of crew hijinks and a must-read for everyone who craves for a happy ending for these good boys.

Say It Again by 8ball

Zoro tells Sanji how he feels. And then again. And again. 

since we’re talking about 8ball i just want you to know i’d rec everything they’ve ever written, but special mention to say it again — a classic miscommunication trope fic done well where the miscommunication stems from fundamental misunderstanding of each other’s principles and views instead of just some plot-convenient coincidences. and soft zoro. god, he is soft.

The Wedding Night by cuethe-pulse (lj)

Zoro had never expected any of this.

major character death warning. don’t let the first few scenes fool you. note the warning; the last few lines were like a punch in the gut for me, except, you know, the good kind of punch. also, a quick rec of a drabble by the same author to soothe the pain after this one.

Roronoa Zoro: World’s Greatest Bug Killer by insaneidiot ♡

Sometimes, Zoro's life really sucks. He should've known better than to make fun of Sanji's bug phobia, though...

zoro’s internal monologue is hilarious  — until today, this author is still my go-to expert on zoro’s voice, especially his more sarcastic side.

Quitting’s Easy by insaneidiot

Sanji decides to quit smoking. This is not quite so easy as he thinks it will be. Also, his crewmates (excluding Robin and Nami, of course!) are assholes.

fun, fun strawhat hijinks and oblivious sanji. the crew dynamics and especially sanji’s voice are pitch perfect. there’s a hint of luffy/nami that you can easily scroll past if it’s not your thing.

I can’t stop thinking that i can’t stop thinking by hieiandshino ♡

In which Brook changes tactics and Zoro is not amused. Everyone else is, though.

holy shit is this fic hilarious. i love comedy fics that manage to slip in thoughtful observations and character study in between the hijinks, and this fic pulls that off with flying colors. 

The Walls See All by threesipsmore

Reiju hides a snail cam in her brother's room.

fun short fic from reiju’s pov. there’s never enough zosan set in whole cake island arc and this fic delivers.

Stormbird by Judin ♡

The Straw Hats' first landing in the New World is on Arashi Island, where it looks like they'll be spending a fun week attending the local festival and making new friends. Until they spot a strange pirate ship in the harbour, and Sanji starts behaving oddly. The Straw Hats become entangled with the mysterious Gently Pirates, a crew that harbour many secrets, and whose captain is a man out of Sanji's past who has the power to tear the Straw Hat crew apart. 

it cannot be overstated how wonderful this fic is, and how it could’ve fit into the canon just nicely, like a better-written one piece movie, except with zosan. not only are sanji and zoro in character, every strawhat gets a spotlight and has pitch-perfect voices. brook is especially lovely in this fic.

Unintended Consequence by itsmylifekay

A group of marines charge, Zoro slices through them, and in that instant Sanji feels his own eyes grow wide. Because there, on the arm now outstretched towards him, steel glinting in hand, is the stupid bracelet he’d given Zoro. The bastard is actually wearing it.

there’s a reason this is the most kudo-ed zosan fic on ao3 right now — it’s so soft without being ooc, and there’s a quiet undercurrent of affection laid throughout the fic that will warm you up from the insides.

Somewhere Between Sorrow and Bliss by srididdledeedee

Sanji has never cared for winter.

He can see himself, is the thing. There are bits and pieces that poke through, but it’s not all him. It’s like staring in a fractured mirror. He knows, intellectually, that the person staring back at him is himself, but his face is splintered and his shape is distorted and his body is wrong.

a fantastic character study on trans!sanji and how he comes to terms with his identity with the help of his crewmates. supportive strawhats are always a lovely addition to a zosan fic

Give In To Love by libbylune

Zoro knows better than to think about it too much, but between the rowdy festivals and ancient unexplained temples on this island, it's hard to forget about wanting Sanji.

i love how this fic puts as much focus on the boys after the confession as it does before the confession. a good case fic with its own unique island adventure and i’m always a sucker for soft!zoro

Laundry by libbylune

Dealing with Sanji makes Zoro develop a lot of opinions about clothes.

there’s absolutely nothing hotter than bi!sanji who’s completely comfortable with his gender identity and sexuality. also gay disaster zoro fumbling his words whenever sanji is around is 1) accurate 2) hilarious.

Language of Swords by HaveMyWeedCookies ♡

It took them for a while but finally, Zoro asked if Sanji wanted to hold his sword.

i love fics that explore zoro’s relationship with his craft and his swords, and adding zosan into the mix is something i didn’t know i needed. an interesting outsiders pov zosan in the pov of zoro’s swords.

Ghost of a Chance by sabershadowkat

“I know, for sure, that I didn’t expect to miss everyone so much, including you.” Sanji cut a glance at Zoro and rephrased correctly, “Especially you.”

this fic handles tropes that are usually associated with character death fics, but manages to end it with a happy ending. zoro’s devotion here is heart-wrenching.

Idiot Romance by sabershadowkat

"This has to be a joke," Sanji muttered, poking at the colored petals. Zoro couldn't have just given him flowers.

a classic  — this is literally the first zosan fic i’ve ever read — and a lovely one at that. sanji is oblivious and zoro attempts romance, not that zoro ever needed to.

festival night by thisislegit

“ANOTHER FEAT BY THE WORLD’S STRONGEST MAN, JORIRI.” The woman turned to Mr. Mohawk and with faux sympathy said, “Oh! Sorry, sir. Maybe next time. We can’t always beat the best, but we can do our best and that’s what matters. Do we have any other takers? ANY OTHER TAKERS READY FOR THE STRONG MAN CHALLENGE? HOW ABOUT YOU SIR? MADAM? YOU OVER THERE? ARE YOU INTERESTED?”

“What kind of shit name is Joriri,” said Zoro and Sanji in unison.

i’m an absolute sucker for fics that have zoro and sanji simply hanging out and enjoying each other’s company, comfortable in a way they couldn’t with their other crewmates, and this fic exemplifies that. just them being little shits and having fun with one another.

No Victory in Hesitation & the Past Has Its Lessons by EudaimonErisornae & vageege

Zoro has a lot of things he wants to say to Sanji, but he just needs one more day. || Zoro tries to fix a mistake he made in the past.

major character death warning. i died a little bit inside after reading this tbh. there are some devil fruits-explained time travel hijinks, but mostly it’s this looming, grim inevitability of death that’s written so pervasively throughout the fic that really got me.

Imperatives by dollcewrites

Zoro is confident in saying that Sanji is a man who doesn’t do what he’s told. Which is why, when a command accidentally slips from Zoro’s lips during foreplay, he is expecting to hear the cook’s scoff as he continues to do what he pleases.

i don’t tend to do pwp, but this isn’t just one — it’s a completely in-character piece about their relationship and dynamics.

when you say by bluewalk ♡

It's a long time in coming. Usopp can promise, but.

this fic is as much sanuso as it is zosan, and usopp here is — still very much usopp, but also a very beautiful take on his character as someone who spent a lot of time behind sanji’s back, and realizes that when he watches sanji’s back, he gets to see zoro’s, too.

a complete guide to falling in love by ThousandSunny

Sanji was trained in the Bridal Arts; this does not go unnoticed by the rest of his crew.

while the main ship is still zosan, the fic also focuses a lot on zoro and sanji’s relationship with the rest of the crew, and it’s one of those fics that really makes you realize how much of a family the strawhats is. a lovely read all around.

destructivity is a poison that run through our veins by wasteofmind

Zoro thinks that, someday, they are going to kill each other.

a dysfunctional take of their relationship. it’s fascinating in the same way a car crash is fascinating  — there’s an undercurrent of something violent, something visceral. this is one of the fics that inspired me to write migratory animals.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

Ocean’s Child by 8ball  ♡

Here's the truth: Zoro couldn't swim. He fell in the water and sank like a stone because there had never been anyone to teach him how to move his arms. He forgot that if he screamed for help the water would get in his mouth, and he even opening his eyes hurt.

Here’s the other truth, the one that stays a secret: a mermaid saved him.

a fascinating retelling of the one piece canon with mermaid!sanji. it feels a lot like a love letter to the seas, and it’s mesmerizing how sanji’s mermaid backstory is seamlessly weaved into the one piece canon.

with you by Cirro

How to find your life partner in three easy steps: 1. Punch them in the face 2. Insult their cognitive abilities 3. Embarrass them so much they agree to marry you

a wholesome two-part modern au series. my personal favorite is the second part, where sanji brings zoro home to meet zeff — complete with the two of them teasing sanji in their own ways.

The Proper Reaction (or What To Do When Your Son Brings His Boyfriend Home by three_days_late

Holidays at the Baratie were always hectic, but it's nothing Zeff can't handle. Sanji's new boyfriend, on the other hand...

on the topic of meet-the-family: the only thing more fun than zoro meeting zeff is zoro meeting zeff and the entirety of baratie staff. also includes one of my favorite line about bi!sanji: “sanji loves nice girls and bad boys”.

Exclusive by cuethe-pulse

Zoro loves Sanji, Sanji loves Zoro. Zoro wants to be exclusive, so Sanji should, too. Right?

this is a circus/bakery au. yes, you read that right, and yes, it works. i went into this fic with a lot of doubts and came out very satisfied with how fleshed out everyone in this au is, and i’m forever in awe with how the author can set up an entirely separate, vivid universe with so few words.

Delivery by styx_in_the_mud

Sanji is stuck delivering pizzas when Patty is out of commission for a while. Zoro likes to order pizza after training. Both of them are sort of idiots, but Zoro can be smooth as fuck if he puts his mind to it.

a fun, in-character au with good ol’ banter and cute get-together.

The End of It All by xpiester333xx

Humans have been forced underground due to the effects of a chemical weapon that has made surface life impossible. Sanji lives in one of these underground colonies and though he dreams of bigger things his life has been mundane; spent following strict rules and obeying higher commands. Or it was, until a stranger shows up and changes everything.

the author labelled it as sci-fi au, but I personally think it’s more dystopian-like? either way, while this fic is on the long side, it manages to keep everyone in character until the very end, which is something that can’t be said for a lot of fics.

well, there we go! feel free to drop me an ask if you want to rec me fics or ask for a more specific/themed rec list; i’ll also update this post regularly !!

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Guiding him in the dark | Bill "Hoosier" Smith x Gender Neutral Reader

As requested by @inglourious-imagines : Hey! So maybe you could write something for me? :) please some hoosier - he's jealous cause the reader is really really close with leckie - and he eventually gets angry and spills it out. Haha thank you

A/N : For Hoosier? Anything for my boy!! I have that feeling that I've walked away from your request but I hope you'll like it!😅 Also I just finish writing this and I want to sleep it's late so the end (most) probably sucks, there is for sure ton of grammar mistakes... as usual...😂 And I was too eager to post it to go on my laptop to put a read more so...Hope you'll like it as much as I liked writing it!💙

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Hoosier gritted his teeth. He felt like throwing up. Yet your giggles wouldn't stop. Don't get it wrong, he loved hearing your laughs, it made his heart race and almost burst out of his chest. But for now it just hurts. Because he wasn't the one making you bend in two from laughing too hard. Oh, he wished so hard it was him. But it wasn't and it was making his stomach twists. Hoosier knew that he could only blame himself. After all, he was the one who distanced himself from you. As soon as he understood his growing feelings towards you, when he realized that the usual teasing turned into something else, he walked away. It was easier that way. You were in a war for God's sake. There was no place for such thing as love. What he didn't take in consideration was your friendship with Leckie. It didn't really bother him then but now... He clenched his fists, clearly knowing that every Marines in the company were avoiding him and his death glare. He groaned when someone pocked his shoulder. It was Chuckler. Goddamn Chuckler.

"What?" He was completely venting his anger towards himself against his other friend. If Lew noticed the animosity coming from the smaller man, he didn't act like it.

"Just thought you might want a sip of water." Hoosier grunted but took the gourd.

"How's (Y/N)?" Bill almost spilled his water out but achieved to keep it in his dry mouth. God, he wasn't in the mood for that shit.

"Why are you askin' me?" He snapped. He almost felt bad about it. Almost. But he could see Leckie and you sitting together, shoulders touching, from the corner of his eyes and he couldn't take it. Just at the moment, Chuckler spoke.

"Well you're always together and you're (Y/N)'s best friend."

He gritted his teeth, pretty sure he heard them squeak. That's true. Before he distanced himself from you, you two were the best of friends. Always stuck to the other's hip.

"And (Y/N)'s looking sad nowadays." Oh, Hoosier knew goddamn well how you looked. And it was his fault, he was sure of it. His heart tightens painfully every time he tells you he'll talk to you later but never do, faking sleep. God, he hated himself. He never meant to hurt, that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"But you're right, I should probably ask Leckie. They seem to be great friends. Maybe Leckie should ask (Y/N) on a date when we'll finally go of this island." Hoosier stopped. He was sure his heart did the same. There was no way Chuckler said that. But he just did. The shock was clear on Hoosier face, in a painful way. Lew looked at his friend, smile fading.

"Hey, Hoosier, you okay?" He attempted to put a hand on Bill's shoulder only for his hand to be pushed away.

"Hoosier?" He had enough. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to fix it, he wanted to make you laugh, he wanted to be the reason behind your smile. Why does this have to be so hard?

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"Is everything alright with Hoos?" Leckie looked at Hoosier who was speaking to Chuckler. Well it was more like Chuckler speaking to a tense wall. Even from far, Leckie could see the tense in Hoosier's body and the glances he casted in your direction. He then looked back to your worried face and shrugged.

"It's Hoosier. Probably didn't have enough sleep. Don't worry too much sweetheart."

"He's been avoiding me." This was more of a statement than a question. Leckie was about to open his mouth to contradict you only to realize he had nothing to say.

"Have I done something wrong?" Your voice was small, full of sadness. Leckie felt anger spreads in his veins.

"Every time I want to speak to him, he says he has something to do and that he'll talk to me later but he never does. I miss him." You softly put your head on Leckie's shoulder, feeling a little depressed. You closed your eyes, fighting tears of frustration. The way you were missing Hoosier was beyond words. Not only was he your best friend, but you also had the biggest crush on him. You thought you hid it well but apparently you were fooling yourself. After all, there was no reason for Hoosier to avoid you unless he learned for your feelings towards him and did not want to break your heart by telling you that those feelings were not reciprocal, right? You sighed, feeling a wave of sadness hitting you. On his side, Leckie could only watch as you wailed. He hoped Chuckler could do as planned with Hoosier. They all had enough of this situation.

"Will you shut the fuck up?!" Each heads turned towards the noise. Hoosier was standing, fists and jaw clenched, looking as if he was about to punch Chuckler straight in the face. By the expression on his face, that was still possible. (Y/N) frowned in concern, standing up too. You quickly walked towards your two friends, putting a hand on Hoosier's forearm.

"Hoosier, Chuckler, what's wrong?" The blonde man was panting and the taller one just stood there, clearly not expecting this. The other Marines looked somewhere else. It was something private.

"Nothin'." Hoosier turned away, almost running away. You lost sight of him when he entered the forest. Luckily, Japanese hadn't been seen in weeks almost months. You felt a sting of hurt piercing your heart but you forced yourself to turn towards Chuckler.

"What happened ?" The man you saw as an older brother shrugged, a glimpse of worry in his eyes too.

"What did you tell him?"

"I just talked to him! I swear (Y/N) I didn't try to upset him." You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms on your chest. Chuckler gulped, feeling slightly uncomfortable but much more guilty.

"Lew Juergens, you're telling me that when you were talking about the weather with Hoosier, he suddenly had that lust to punch you and decided to scream at you? We both know this is not how Bill works." Chuckler was feeling small under your glare even though you weren't even reaching his shoulders. He highly doubted you could be any more scary. He looked at Leckie for help who was visibly trying very hard not to smile. That fucker, it was his plan! Said man finally choose to help his friend, getting up.

"Hey, sweetheart why don't you chase Hoosier before he finds a way to fall asleep in the woods?" You looked the two men closely, eyes narrowed before you sighed deeply and followed Bill's steps.

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"Hoos? You here?" You called out. Anxiety was stepping on worry. What would you tell him? Will he even talk to you?

"(Y/N)? What are you doin' here?" Hoosier called out from behind you. You jumped slightly, turning around. You opened your mouth to speak when you noticed something. The way he said your name. He spoke in such a tender way, his low voice held so much love, softness that it makes your heart aches. He only talked to you that way.

"(Y/N)?" You smiled.

"Was searching for you." For a few moments there was the shadow of a sheepish smile on his dirty yet handsome face.

"What happened?"

"Nothin'." He shrugged as if it was nothing. You bit your lower lip.

"Why? W-what did I do wrong? Why is that you don't talk to me anymore? Why is that every time I-I wanna talk to you, you suddenly need to be somewhere else? Why do you want to avoid me so b-bad that you fake sleep? Please... t-tell me why..." Hoosier quickly made his way towards you before gently but firmly resting his hands on your shoulders. Why do you hate me? You didn't say it but Bill heard it anyway. Each sentences, each words, each tremor he felt under his calloused hands were punches thrown into his guts. He would have preferred you to shout, slap him, hell beat the shit out of him. He deserved it. But your voice was small, shaking, barely above a whisper. He would have preferred everything if not that. The view that stretched before his eyes was heartbreaking. You were on the verge of tears, your lips trembling, your eyes red and full of pent-up tears. You were looking weak, vulnerable. Oh, how much did Bill want to protect you at that moment. Hoosier was seeing red and had troubles breathing normally. He briefly closed his eyes, in order to calm himself. You asshole. Of course you made them feel that way. You heartless selfish son of a bitch. Hoosier wanted so bad to tell you how he felt, the reasons behind his silence. He wanted to tell you these three little words he could never say in his whole life. But still today, the words were stuck in his throat. And even if he did tell them, no excuses could ever make up with the shit he had done. Not to his eyes. He opened his eyes, noticing right away the way your eyes were lingering on his face. Your lips were partially opened, the red stream of your tears on your pale skin.

"Fuck it." He muttered under his breath seconds before crushing his lips onto yours. For a few milliseconds, you stood there, not understanding what was going on. And then it hit you. Bill "Hoosier" Smith was kissing you. Your lips were wet and salty from your tears but none of you cared. The only thing you knew was that it was feeling right. Hoosier's right hand moved to cup your cheek as his other arm found his way to your waist, pulling you closer. You passed your arms around his neck, an overwhelming feeling of joy flowing into your whole body as you could feel Hoosier's thumb erased your remaining tears' tracks. But the human being isn't made for staying in happiness forever and so you had to break the kiss in order to catch your breath. You looked into those blue eyes you swore could drown you before letting a little laugh escape your puffy lips. Bill frowned but you could see his eyes sparking and a smile making it's way onto his pretty face.

"You're such an idiot." You shook you head, smiling from ear to ear.

"(Y/N) I'm sorry, I really am I-I never meant to-" You gave him a quick peck on the check, raising on your tiptoes.

"It's fine, Bill. Better now than never. But you should probably apologize to Chuckler. I genuinely think he thought you were going to bite him." You laughed again as Hoosier scowled.

"I'm gonna kill'em..." You couldn't help yourself but giggle at his face.

"You're cute when you're angry." You muttered into his ear. He blushed furiously, suddenly not looking at you in the eyes anymore. You took his hand in yours before starting to walk toward the camp. However, Bill held you back. You looked at him, face tilted to the side.

"Yeah?"

"I-I-" Hoosier seemed really upset with himself so you marched towards him, cupping his cheeks with your hands. You pecked his nose slightly. The corners of his mouth rose.

"It's okay, Bill. Take all the time you need. I'm ain't going anywhere without you." Hoosier felt his throat tightened and his heart started to race. Maybe he could let Chuckler and Leckie alive for a few days more. If you held his hands like that all the way, guiding him in the dark, he might even really consider trying to get back alive from this hell.

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Spaces Between Us

Requested: | yes | no |

anonymous said: your imagines are BEAUTIFUL UGHH !! Can you please do a Taehyung one, really angsty idc what it’s about but with a fluffy ending, tysm 💜 

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: there are only a few things taehyung knows in life. his name, where he was born, that he’s in love with you and that he’s terrible at expressing his feelings

Genre: non idol!au, angst, fluff

Warnings: creepy dude at a club, mentions of alcohol, cursing

Word Count: 9k

A/N: thank you for the request, i hope i delivered the fluffy ending you asked for. for the 355734th time, this is based on real life events and i’m pretty sure this is my longest work lmao. the title is kinda meh but it was the best i could come up with. anyway, it took some tiime but it’s here. i hope you enjoy :)

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You don't remember exactly when or where you met Taehyung. He had always been there at parties when you hung out with your friends and even in some of your classes. Sometimes he was the life of the party, a mood maker. Other times, he stayed in the back, away from everyone leaning against the wall, hoping it’d swallow him whole for him to never return. It depended on his mood and you picked up on it. You picked up on a lot of things about Taehyung for some reason. Like how easy he was to spot in a crowd. All you had to do was look for a gray hoodie because he’d probably be the one wearing it. Or the cute mole on the tip of his nose, or how sleepy he’d always look in the morning.

What you do remember is how everything started between the two of you. It was with a simple look from across the room and a smile. It was one of those days where he didn’t feel happy enough to brighten up the entire room but not moody enough to have a frown on his face that kept everyone away from him.

At first, you weren’t sure if he was smiling at you but after looking around, you confirmed it. It was odd, the two of you had never shared more than a few words like hellos and casual conversations started by one of your common friends, mostly Hoseok. According to Jimin, probably Taehyung’s best friend (that was if he considered anyone from your group a friend) it took a while for Taehyung to warm up to people.

After the eye contact, you took the matters into your own hands and sat down next to him in class. He was visibly tense but didn't say anything, his hands two alien things attached to his arms since he didn’t know what to do with them. This went on for a couple of classes, his reaction always the same so you thought you might have read the signs wrong and switched seats once again. Maybe he was just trying to be nice and you took it too far. But then, he switched seats plopping down on the chair next to yours with a cup of coffee in his large hands. It surprised you and it made you happy. Maybe Taehyung was warming up to you.

During the lecture, you almost dozed off a couple of times with your cheek resting on the palm of your hand. It wasn't that you didn't care about the lecture, you were just tired. A small nudge made you open your eyes and a cup of coffee appeared in your vision.

“Americano, no sugar.” Taehyung’s deep voice whispered.

You stared at the cup for a few seconds surprised, before taking it. It was the first time Taehyung had spoken to you, aside from casual conversations that consisted of nods and “I know right?” every once in a while.

“Thank you.” You looked up at him, noticing the tips of his ears had turned pink but you didn’t mention it.

Taehyung didn't reply, just a small hum acknowledging your words. Once you sipped the coffee, you almost spit it into the back of the person sitting in front of you. What kind of monster drank his coffee with no sugar? A small chuckle coming from Taehyung’s lips indicated that your reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed, which made you slump down in your seat embarrassed.

The day after that, you brought Taehyung a cup of coffee exactly like the one he had handed to you the previous day. Americano, no sugar. You placed it on the seat next to yours and waited for him to arrive. Halfway through the lecture, you realized he wasn’t going to show up. The coffee had gone cold in the meantime and once class was dismissed, you threw the untouched drink into the trash with a frown.

It wasn't unusual for Taehyung to skip lectures every once in a while. He had admitted it a few times as you and your friends hung out that sometimes he just didn't feel like showing up. It wasn't anything new, so there was no reason for you to be disappointed but you couldn't help but feel sad. After all, you weren’t even friends.

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Taehyung wasn't exactly popular, but a lot of people knew who he was mostly because of his good looks. He had his own little fan club of freshmen who crushed on him. Taehyung paid no mind, not even sparing them a glance. He loved the attention he got, maybe a little too much but that was it. It was like he had this desperate need to be liked by others whether he knew them or not.

And that didn't go unnoticed by you, like a lot of other things about Taehyung. The extreme moods along with the need for attention seemed to be covering up something darker, that he kept hidden from everyone. You considered asking Jimin but didn't for two reasons. One, he’d blow things out of proportion and probably think the two of you had been in love for years and were planning to run away and marry in Vegas or something. And two, it wasn’t any of your business.

It wasn't only until a few days after he skipped the lecture that you saw Taehyung again. It was Friday and everyone agreed to go out to relieve some stress. Jungkook had fallen ill, probably from eating his own cooking so Jin stayed back to take care of him and Namjoon had a date. So that left you, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Taehyung, the designated driver.

You quickly walked over to the bar while everyone else went straight to the dance floor. You wanted a drink first, knowing that with alcohol flowing through your veins you’d have a bit more fun. Besides, alcohol cleared your mind and God knows how much you needed to since you had spent the entire week trying to understand Taehyung and you needed to get him out of your head. One drink turned into two, then three and then four. That was when you decided to go to the dance floor, hopefully finding the others but you were tipsier than you thought, immediately leaning against the counter for support as you waited for the room to stop spinning.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asked.

It took you a bit to answer the stranger’s question, a small “no” coming out of your parted lips.

“Are you here alone?”

“I came with my friends.”

He looked around with an amused smirk on his face, before looking back at you.

“I don’t see anyone.”

“They’re probably dancing.”

You didn't realize how close the stranger had gotten until his knee was touching your thigh. Instinctively, you took a step back, bumping into someone’s side but whoever it was just pushed you back, sending you straight into the stranger’s arms.

“Careful there.” He chuckled, helping you stand up, although his hands stayed dangerously low on your hips.

“Thank you.” You tried to step back, to put some distance between you and the intimidating stranger, but his hands kept you in place.

The more you tried to step back, the more his grip tightened, probably enough to bruise. You looked around uncomfortable hoping you’d spot your friends or that your eyes would meet someone, anyone that could get you out of that situation. That was until someone wrapped their arm around your shoulders.

“Hey babe, I was looking for you.” You tensed up before realizing it was just Taehyung, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

“Do you know him?” The stranger asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.” You confirmed.

He retreated his hands from your hips before grabbing a drink you didn't even notice he had ordered and left annoyed. After he was out of your sight, you allowed yourself to relax and turned to Taehyung.

“Thank you.”

“Do you wanna get some air?” He asked as he took in your state.

You nodded and let him guide you through the crowd. The temperature outside the club was way colder making you shiver. Taehyung noticed, draping his gray hoodie over your shoulders and you put your arms through the sleeves. It wasn't much warmer but it was enough for you to stop shaking.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded and sat down on the sidewalk.

Taehyung frowned, probably finding the place where you decided to sit odd, but sat next to you either way, your shoulders touching. Now that you found yourself next to him again, the thoughts you so desperately tried to drink away came back and this time, you weren’t holding them back.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” You pointed out.

“I know.” Taehyung sighed.

“I missed you.”

There was no way that sober you would ever say that, not to Taehyung at least. Sure that he had been around forever but the two of you weren’t exactly close.

“I think you missed my bitter coffee more.” He chuckled, a slightly teasing tone evident in his voice.

“No, it sucked.” You scrunched up your face “I thought you didn’t like me anymore.” You pouted.

You could see the gears turning in his head as he studied you attentively. Taehyung seemed surprised as if he had never heard those words coming from someone that meant them. Maybe he was surprised because you were the one who said them. Or maybe it was both. He had turned his body to you and you unconsciously had done the same. No one said anything over the faint sound of the music coming from the club as you stared at each other lost in your own thoughts.

And then he kissed you. With the music as background and the people waiting in line as witnesses. There was nothing romantic about it really, but it was enough for your fuzzy mind to love it. Once he pulled away, both of you out of breath with swollen lips, Taehyung brought a hand up to your face, caressing your cheek gently.

“There’s nothing you can do to make me not like you.” He whispered as if he was afraid someone else, or maybe even you heard it.

With his face illuminated by the pink neon light coming from the sign that spelled out the club’s name, one that you never bother to learn, Taehyung looked like an angel. Something sent to you by someone far more powerful than you to reward you for something you did in your past life. That was the only way someone like Taehyung could ever be in your life.

“This is the only time I can tell you this.” He started.

You looked at him confused and waited for him to explain.

“Because you’re drunk and there’s no way I’d ever tell you this when you’re sober.” He paused “I really hope you don’t remember this in the morning.” His thumb caressed your cheek one last time before his hand dropped to his lap.

Taehyung was indeed an angel. He had the looks of one and for a while, you thought he had been sent to you. But you were wrong, so wrong. Taehyung wasn't sent, Taehyung fell. Because Taehyung was no ordinary angel, he was the devil.

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You remembered everything and that moment kept playing in your head like a broken record. At first, you thought you wouldn’t say anything. After all, he hoped you wouldn’t remember. But he kissed you and that had to mean something. You spent the entire weekend debating if you should say something or not.

Monday morning, when you walked into the lecture hall, you spotted Taehyung. The seat next to him was empty and you debated if you should sit next to him. Since you were supposed to act as if nothing happened, you plopped down on the seat next to him, greeting him with a small smile. For once you paid attention because the need to say something grew every second and you were supposed to keep quiet. But how could you, when the feeling of his lips against yours was the only thing you could think of? How could you, when your heart was screaming at you to do something?

So when class ended, you followed Taehyung outside and called out his name. He turned around his hands deep in the pockets of the same hoodie you had worn two days prior, as he hesitantly asked if you needed anything.

“I remember.” You blurted out.

His eyes widened but he tried to conceal his surprise.

“I-I was lying.”

He turned back and started walking, fast steps hoping to get away from you but you caught up to him and grabbed his arm preventing him from leaving.

“No, you weren’t.” You shook your head.

“I was. I was thinking about someone else. Now let me go.”

Shocked by his words, you loosened your grip on his arm which allowed him to free himself.

“But...I like you.” You mumbled, hoping he’d hear you and have the heart to turn around and say something.

He heard you and stopped dead in his tracks once your words hit him. You could see him struggle on whether to turn around or not but he kept walking, his bag slung over one of his shoulders that bounced with every step he took. And you stood there, unable to react as people walked around you and the crowd of students leaving the building hid Taehyung from your sight.

“(Y/N)” Yoongi called but you didn’t turn around “What are you doing in the middle of the hallway?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and registered Yoongi’s words.

“I uh, I don’t know.” You admitted.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself that you were okay “I think I’m just gonna head back to the dorms and get some rest.”

“Do you want me to walk you there?” He asked concerned.

“No, it’s okay. See you around.”

You didn't wait for an answer and walked through the same place you had seen Taehyung disappear minutes prior. Only this time you weren't going after him, no. Things between you and Taehyung finished before they even started. All you had left to do was forget everything since that night at the party. Then, you'd be okay.

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To you, things had ended in there. You'd get Taehyung and his weird antics out of your head and you’d be able to go back to normal life. If only things were that simple, you would have been okay and although you had enough of Taehyung, he didn't have enough of you. Not yet.

He showed up at your door a couple of days later, alcohol on his breath and for once he wasn’t wearing the gray hoodie. Instead, Taehyung wore a maroon sweater and black sweatpants that almost made him look like a completely different person.

“What are you doing here?” You asked arms crossed over your chest as you looked him up and down “Have you been drinking?”

“I couldn't talk to you sober.” He shook his head “Can I come in?”

“Why?”

“I want to...I want to talk to you. I want to apologize.”

With a sigh, you moved out of the way to let him in and closed the door behind him. Taehyung found his way to the living room and sat on the couch waiting for you to return. You took a seat across from him and waited for him to talk.

“I like you.” He blurted out.

His words caught you off guard. You honestly thought Taehyung came over to apologize for leading you on, not to confess. You were beyond confused as you stared at him with your eyebrows raised.

“You what?”

“I like you.” He paused “I’ve liked you for a while.”

Your reaction was probably everything but what he expected. Taehyung expected that you’d accept his confession or worst-case scenario you’d kick him out while throwing every insult you could think of at him. But you stood still, quiet and wide-eyed as you tried to understand what was going on.

“Where is this coming from? Because if I remember correctly, you were thinking about someone else while kissing me.”

“I was lying.”

“Which time?” You raised your eyebrows.

“When I said I was thinking about someone else. I wasn't. All I could think about was you and your lips and how pretty you looked under those lights. But I’m scared…”

“Scared of what?”

Taehyung hesitated before answering, twiddling with his thumbs in his lap as he avoided eye contact.

“Feelings.” He admitted “People always leave me so I leave them first.”

This new side of Taehyung you were seeing made you uncomfortable. This vulnerability made you shift in your seat, uncertain of what to do. It wasn't that you were bad at comforting people, God knows how many times Jimin had cried in your shoulder over the smallest things and you never let him leave your side until you knew he was feeling better. But to you, Taehyung never seemed like the type to be scared of people leaving him. Looking back at all the years you spent together, some things made sense and although you noticed a lot of things about Taehyung, you wondered how you never noticed that.

You opened your mouth but no words came out. You were quiet for a few more minutes before finally speaking.

“And what do you want to do? Why did you tell me this?”

“I...I want to see if things work out between us.” He finally looked up at you, studying your reaction.

You were happy that Taehyung liked you back, but what he did just to get you away from him in order to protect himself made you hesitate. There was a voice in the back of your head stating that it was a bad idea but your heart was telling you to go for it. So you decided to not to listen to any of them.

“I-I need to think about it.” You replied “It’s a lot to process, I need some time.”

You knew it wasn't what he was hoping for but it was better than rejecting him. Once he left, you swore you could hear him mumble I’m sorry right before he closed the door. You didn't sleep that night, you kept thinking about the pros and cons of being with Taehyung.

It took you three days to grab your phone and call him. He agreed to meet up with you at a park, close to campus the next day at 4 pm. You got there five minutes earlier and waited, your leg bouncing up and down as you realized he was late. Twenty-five minutes after four, when you were about to leave you spotted him running towards you.

“I’m sorry.” He panted “Jimin wouldn’t let me go.”

The two of you sat down and you took a deep breath trying to organize your thoughts. Whatever you said could be interpreted in the wrong way and you had to be very careful with your words.

“I thought a lot about this.” You started “What you did was fucked up but...I’m willing to give you a chance.”

Taehyung seemed to visibly relax and smiled at you. It was probably the first time you had ever seen a smile so genuine on his face. You smiled back and scooted closer to him until your faces were inches apart. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips until you decided to press your lips against his. Your heart skipped a beat as he cupped your face lovingly, but your kiss was cut short by a kid yelling ew a few feet away from you. You pulled away to laugh and hid your face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck.

Things were finally okay.

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Taehyung turned out to be as sweet as your heart thought he’d be. Behind those mood shifts was a very sweet boy who was very insecure. You walked on eggshells around him, making sure not to do or say something that’d make him uncomfortable and reassuring him you weren’t going anywhere. Little by little you hoped he’d start opening up to you, showing you his goofy side and allowing himself to strip down from any mask he had to put on as soon as there was more than just the two of you in the room. But that wasn’t the case. Although you shared a lot with him, you didn’t know much about him other than his name, his major and that he had a brother who he didn’t really like to talk about. And you were okay with it, most of the time, Jimin’s words still in your mind for those times where Taehyung’s emotional distance got to you. It’d take a lot of time and patience and for Taehyung, for love, you were willing to wait.

But it didn't take long until things started going wrong. The first time was a few weeks after you started dating. Your group of friends decided to go out to eat, Jimin happily clinging onto Namjoon’s side as you walked towards the restaurant. Taehyung was running late, he had warned Jungkook a few minutes prior and you sat there in silence listening to everyone’s conversations.

“I think Taehyung is seeing someone.” Jimin leaned forward and whispered as if anyone else in the restaurant knew who Taehyung was.

This perked up your attention and you sat up straight, unconsciously leaning forward.

“What makes you think that?” Yoongi asked without looking up from his phone.

“He comes home late and he’s smiling a lot. He’s on his phone all the time.” Jimin paused “I want to know who it is.” He whined with a pout.

You furrowed your eyebrows deep in thought. So Jimin, Taehyung’s best friend, didn’t know who he was dating or if he was dating. You were pulled away from your thoughts when you heard cheering and realized Taehyung had arrived. He didn't even spare you a glance and sat down on the opposite side of the big table where the eight of you were. You were confused but mostly hurt. He was treating you as if you were mere strangers. Someone who you called your boyfriend had pretended you weren’t even there with them.

“You’re really quiet (Y/N)” Jin pointed out at some point during the meal “It doesn’t seem like you.”

“I’m enjoying my food.” You replied.

Your eyes met with Taehyung’s for a brief second but he looked away as if he was scared of being caught looking at you. The conversation kept flowing, Taehyung joining in on the banter every once in a while as you ate in silence. Food became hard to swallow and it tasted bad, probably to the awful taste that had found its home in your mouth ever since Taehyung arrived. After you finished dessert, you excused yourself and left after paying for your meal.

“Is everything okay?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Jimin insisted.

“I said I’m fine.” You snapped, regretting it immediately after seeing the look in his eyes “I’m sorry.” You sighed “I’m really tired.”

“It’s okay.” He replied in a small voice.

As you walked back to the dorms you felt like crap. First, you were pretty sure your own boyfriend was embarrassed about your relationship and then you snapped at poor Jimin, letting your frustration out on your concerned friend. Taehyung didn't bother to come after you, or text you, or call you. For the next few days, you deliberately skipped your classes with Taehyung and avoided any kind of contact with him or the rest of your friends.

Almost a week later, he showed up at your door. You were tempted to close the door in his face but for some reason, maybe stupidity, you let him in.

“I haven’t heard from you all week.” Taehyung mumbled against your hair as he wrapped his arms around you.

You didn't react and he found it strange. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve hugged him back and kissed him until you were out of breath and dizzy. Taehyung pulled away enough to look at you and frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

He had the fucking audacity to ask what was wrong. You almost scoffed but refrained from doing so, keeping a stone face and an empty stare.

“Are you ashamed of me?”

“What? No!” He paused “What are you talking about?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” His hands gripped your hips pulling you closer to him “Where is this coming from?”

You watched him attentively, searching his eyes for any evidence that he was lying and knew damn well what you were talking about. But Taehyung looked clueless with a cute wrinkle between his eyebrows caused by his frown that you almost wanted to kiss away.

“When we went out...all of us.” You sighed.

As soon as you opened your mouth, everything started to look pointless. Maybe you were making a big deal out of it. Maybe you were just making things up in your head. But as you watched his face fall and felt his hands leave your hips, you knew something was up.

“I…” He started but cut himself off “I’m not comfortable with the guys seeing that side of me.”

You raised your eyebrows, looking at him as if he was lying straight to your face but what annoyed you was that he wasn’t. You turned a situation that could have been solved with a simple conversation in a drama because you thought he was ashamed.

“I’m sorry.” You sighed “You’re right.”

Taehyung nodded but didn’t say anything. Running a hand through your hair, you extended one of your hands out to him and he grabbed it, pulling you closer.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled again against his neck.

“It’s okay.”

Later, as the two of you cuddled on the couch you couldn't seem to stop thinking about what happened. There was a voice in your head telling you that this was a red flag and you shouldn’t let it slide and as much as you tried to ignore it and focus on the anime the two of you were watching, you couldn’t.

“Oh, by the way…” You spoke “Jimin thinks you’re seeing someone.”

Taehyung’s hand that was rubbing your back stopped moving and his body tensed up.

“He does?” He asked sitting up straight, slightly pushing you off him.

“Yeah.” You nodded “He noticed that you’re coming home late and smiling a lot more.”

“Oh…” That was all he said, before focusing his attention back on your laptop.

You noticed that he was still tense and he stayed that way until he left, with a tight smile and a quick kiss on your forehead. You also noticed that he left earlier than he usually did around 10 pm instead of midnight and he seemed to be in a hurry. Once you closed the door it hit you, he wasn't going home late. Jimin wouldn’t suspect a thing.

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The first two red flags should have been enough for you to stay away from Taehyung. But your dumb and in love self, ignored those red flags and kept dating him in secret. Not a soul besides you and Taehyung knew about it because he wanted it to be that way. And you were okay with it, or at least you convinced yourself you were when all you wanted to do was shout for the world to hear that you loved Taehyung. Two red flags should have been enough and you learned it the hard way. Because four months after you started dating, the third one came along, probably the most painful one.

You were all hanging out at a coffee shop you usually went to, the eight of you squeezed on the same table. You were sitting by the wall, Taehyung sitting next to you, your shoulders and knees touching. You distractedly chatted with Yoongi about something random when you grabbed what you thought was your drink. You were surprised by Taehyung’s hand over yours as he took the drink from your hand.

“That’s Yoongi’s drink. It has almond milk, you’re allergic.” He whispered, handing you your drink.

It was a small gesture, but it warmed your heart and you smiled at him before mumbling a small thank you. Jimin noticed and quickly dropped his conversation with Hoseok, turning to the two of you with a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Tae look at you caring for our little (Y/N)” He gasped “Is it them? The one who you’re seeing behind all our backs.”

With six pairs of eyes on you, you were tempted to say yes because, that was exactly what he was doing. But you were curious to see what he was going to say.

“Ew no.” He scoffed “I have better taste.”

Everyone laughed, not taking what he said seriously and quickly returned to their conversations. You sucked in a breath, trying to control your emotions and not seem affected by your boyfriend’s words. And you sat there until the first person decided to leave, which happened to be Jin and you left with him, without a goodbye or a glance.

Jin insisted on walking you back to your dorm and he talked most of the way there until he noticed you hadn’t uttered a word. Part of you was glad that he ended up walking you home because as you heard him ramble about some stupid prank Jungkook had pulled on him and how the youngest was so disrespectful and that he should have done a better job at raising him, you managed to forget for a bit what had happened back at the coffee shop.

“Are you okay?” Jin asked with a frown “You’re oddly quiet.”

“I’m just listening to you.” You shrugged.

You hoped you sounded convincing but you knew he didn't believe in you.

“If you have any problem, you know you can always talk to me, right? Or any of the guys.”

Your breath hitched in your throat after you heard his words. How could you talk about your problems if your problem was one of the guys? How were you supposed to drop the news to your friends that you had been dating Taehyung behind their backs for four months? All that time it felt like you had been doing something you weren’t supposed to, and that’s what you were starting to think you had actually been doing. You felt betrayed, used, sad, angry and so many other emotions that you weren’t sure if they had names.

You stopped once you realized you were outside your dorm, Jin still looking at you expectantly waiting for you to say something. After contemplating for a few seconds, you took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Come on in, I’ll tell you everything.”

And you did. For twenty-five minutes you told Jin everything since that night at the party where Taehyung kissed you. And for twenty-five minutes Jin sat there shocked and angry as he listened.

“So, yeah that’s it.” You finished, unable to make eye contact “And…” You stopped once you felt like you’d start crying “And I don’t know what to do.”

Jin took a deep breath, probably thinking about any way he could comfort you but for the look on his face he couldn't come up with anything.

“Taehyung has a...different personality, sure.” He started “But I think this is too much even for him. And seeing how much this is affecting you, I think you should…”

“Break up with him?” You cut him off “Yeah, I’ve thought about it too. But then he comes over and it’s like...I forget I was even mad in the first place.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. When it comes to Taehyung, I never do.”

As much as you hated to admit it, it was true. When it came to Taehyung you were defenseless and you’d follow him straight into hell if he asked you to. Not that he would. But the situation you were in already felt like hell. So maybe he did, or maybe Taehyung, Satan himself, had lead you there.

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You had to end things, no matter the cost. You tried everything, you did everything to make him comfortable because you loved him and he loved you. But it wasn’t enough. Your relationship with Taehyung was giving you more stress than happiness and you were starting to feel suffocated. What was the point of dating someone if you had to keep it hidden from the world?

You didn't exactly know how to break it to him. You couldn't yell it at him, but you couldn't hide your anger and disappointment. Taehyung had to know how you felt. So when he showed up at your dorm one night, hands stuffed in the pockets of his gray hoodie and avoiding eye contact, you let him in without saying a word. Taehyung sat down at your kitchen table, something unusual and you sat in front of him. You thought for a few minutes what you should say before opening your mouth.

“I think we should break up.” You finally broke the silence.

Taehyung’s eyes widened as he looked up at you, confused and hurt.

“Why?”

“I think you know why.”

He didn't say anything for a few seconds, his hands balled into fists in his lap.

“So you’re leaving me too?”

His words angered you. You stood up, your chair screeching against the floor as you pushed it back.

“Don’t.” You pointed a finger at him “Don’t blame this on me Taehyung. I gave you everything. I waited for you, I did everything to make you feel comfortable. I acted like we were fucking strangers in public for you. All for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to do it!” He raised his voice.

“You didn't have to!” You replied in the same tone “I did it because I love you without asking for anything in return. And you kept hurting me over and over again.” You paused “But I went back to you every time because I thought you wouldn’t do it again, that it’d be the last time.”

“You don’t understand!” Taehyung yelled.

“Enlighten me then!”

Taehyung didn't reply. Instead, he lowered his head, slightly out of breath because of his sudden outburst, avoiding your gaze at all costs. He was right, you didn't understand no matter how much you tried. If he didn't open up to you, you’d never understand and things between the two of you would never go right.

“I’m done Tae...I’m done breaking myself into pieces to fit where you’re hurting. I’m not a puzzle piece.” You sigh “I tried, I really did.”

He didn’t say anything once again. No goodbye by the door, no attempt to make you change your mind, nothing. He didn’t put up a fight. It was like Taehyung didn’t want to try and make things right. And that hurt, probably more than anything else in your relationship. More than having to pretend you didn't know him, more than him saying that you weren’t exactly his type because he didn’t want to tell his friends.

Love is blind, they say. And you found this to be true. You didn't see his flaws, his lies, the harsh words that came out of his pretty lips or the way he manipulated you. All you ever wanted was his time, his smile, his laugh, his affection, his love. You loved Taehyung, you loved all of him. And it was exhausting.

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You didn't cry after Taehyung left. The numb feeling in your chest didn’t allow you to do so. You hadn’t processed what happened yet and maybe that was why you were so calm. You kept yourself busy to avoid thinking about Taehyung, you met new people, made new friends and although you didn’t forget about your old ones, you spent less time with them to avoid Taehyung.

You only saw him again two weeks after you broke up when he finally decided to show up to class. The gray hood pulled over his head and hands buried deep in his pockets as he made eye contact with you, a flash of hope in his eyes. That was the first time you allowed yourself to fall apart after everything that happened. But you quickly got it together and paid attention to what the teacher was saying. You had to move on.

Your new friend Jeonghan, from your Biology class, introduced you to Joshua, a cute American transfer with auburn hair and kind eyes. According to him, the two of you were perfect for each other and he wasn’t wrong. You could see how Joshua was perfect for you but you didn’t see him that way, not when your heart and mind were still filled with Taehyung. Joshua knew it too but he was in the same situation as you, so that made you a good pair. Two broken messes seeking comfort in each other.

Over the course of a few months, Joshua had pretty much become your best friend. That numbness you felt, went away and you spent countless nights crying in Joshua’s arms as he ran his fingers through your hair and whispered everything would be okay. Other nights, he was the one crying in your arms as his chest ached and his heart bled for someone who didn’t love him anymore.

“What are you ordering?” Joshua asked as the two of you stood in line at the same coffee shop you used to hang out with your other friends.

After passing the exam you had studied so hard for, Joshua decided to treat you after your classes ended. At first, you declined not wanting him to spend money on you but he managed to convince you and that’s how you found yourself in line, head leaning against Joshua’s arm as you waited for your turn.

“Hot chocolate and a muffin.”

After you ordered and got your food and beverages, the two of you found a table. Teasing each other back and forth as you two ate, you almost didn't notice the little bell above the door ringing and a loud group of people walked in. Once you heard the commotion, you turned around your eyes widening as you spotted your friends and quickly turning back around with the same expression on your face.

“What’s wrong?” Joshua asked as he put his drink down.

“It’s him. Taehyung.”

Joshua looked at the boys before looking back at you.

“Which one?”

“The one in the gray hoodie.”

Joshua looked up at Taehyung and took his time observing him. In the meantime, you were antsy, bouncing your leg up and down under the table as you fumbled with the straw of your drink. You didn't know why you were so nervous, maybe because you were out of your comfort zone or maybe because it was the first time after the break up that you saw Taehyung somewhere else other than a lecture hall where you were far away enough from him for it not to be a problem. Sensing your discomfort, Joshua grabbed your hand from across the table.

“Do you want to leave?” You nodded.

You waited for a bit before Joshua went to the bathroom as you prayed they wouldn’t notice you.

“Isn’t that (Y/N)?” Jungkook’s voice reached your ears and you cursed under your breath.

Yet, you didn't turn around hoping they would think they were just confusing you with a random stranger and switch subjects. But that wasn’t the case and you knew it when Taehyung himself sat across from you in the same spot Joshua had been minutes prior.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your tone harsher than you intended it to be “I thought you didn’t want the guys to see this side of you.” You raised your eyebrows at him.

It was petty, sure. But honestly, you didn’t want to have that conversation and Joshua was taking a while, so you just hoped you could get Taehyung to leave before Joshua came back. Taehyung, however, wanted to have that conversation right then and there and there was nothing you could do.

“Don’t be like that...”

“Like what?” You cut him off “I’m just respecting your wishes.” You shrugged.

At some point, it stopped being petty and it turned childish. Anything to get him to leave.

“(Y/N)...” Taehyung sighed “You’re making things harder than they have to be.”

“No, I’m not Taehyung. If anyone did that in here, it was you. Have you told them?” You hissed “Why I stopped hanging out with you?”

“No.” He admitted.

“Then don’t blame it on me.”

Luckily, Joshua came back from the bathroom and you got up, grabbing your bag, ready to leave. But before you could do it, Taehyung grabbed your wrist.

“Is he…” He hesitated “Is he your boyfriend?”

You wanted to say yes. You wanted him to hurt as much as you did all those times he had pretended he didn’t know you, for all the times he dismissed you because of his reputation. But part of you still wanted to protect him, to spare him from the pain of a lie that’d make sure that things definitely had ended between the two of you.

“It’s none of your business.” You freed yourself from his grasp and walked over to Joshua.

When the two of you got back to your dorm, you broke down as soon as you closed the door. After all that happened, he still hadn’t told anyone what happened and you felt guilty for not being around your friends as much anymore. But you couldn't, because you couldn't stand being near Taehyung without crying or yelling, it was too much for you. Did they think you hated them? How were you supposed to tell them what happened? Would they get mad that you did everything behind their backs?

Joshua, just like other times held you until you calmed down, only leaving after he made sure you were tucked in bed asleep. It was a tough time for you and you couldn't thank him enough for being there for you when he felt just as bad as you did. Things were far from okay, but with Joshua by your side they were a little better.

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At the end of that week, Joshua decided to take you out clubbing to cheer you up. You agreed, wanting nothing more than to get your mind off Taehyung at least for a night. So you dressed up and met Joshua outside the fairly popular club he had suggested. Once you were in, you noticed how hot it was in there. Groups were scattered across tables and couches and others were by the bar or on the dance floor partying the night away. You smiled, knowing that in a few moments you’d be exactly like them.

You got yourself a drink, something light and sweet to start off the night as you looked around. Turning to say something to Joshua, you realized he wasn’t there. Maybe you had lost him in the crowd and didn't notice it. While you were looking for him, squeezing yourself in between sweaty and intoxicated bodies, you spotted your friends on one of the couches. Why were they there? From all the nights you could run into them, fate chose that one and that upset you. Jimin noticed you and called you over, turning the other’s attention to you. Since they all had seen you, you couldn't turn around so you walked over to them, your hands slightly shaking and your chest feeling heavy.

“Hi, guys.” You smiled, slightly uncomfortable.

You looked at all of them, noticing that Taehyung wasn’t with them which made you relax. Jin gave you a sympathetic smile, although you could see he was a bit tipsy just like everyone else.

“(Y/N), I missed you.” Hoseok whined loudly while extending his arms out to you, making you laugh.

“I know, I’ve been busy.” You lied.

You hadn't been busy and you were sure they knew it but no one brought it up. Some things were better left unsaid and that was one of those things. Drunk or sober, they couldn't know the truth. It wasn't for you, you had no problem in telling them what actually happened but it didn't come as a surprise to you that you still tried to protect Taehyung after all that happened.

Since Taehyung wasn't there, you felt more comfortable, taking a seat on the couch and enjoying spending time with your friends that you missed so much. For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to have a good time and relax, even forgetting about finding Joshua.

A hand on your shoulder startled you and you looked up, your eyes widening as they landed on Taehyung’s figure. Your breath hitched in your throat and you got up quickly, finally looking him in the eye. Under the bright lights from the club, he looked exhausted and surprised, yet beautiful. You don't know how much time went by until someone reacted and that someone wasn’t you. Taehyung pulled you in, catching you off guard and kissed you. With the music as background and your friends as witnesses just like the first time. You kissed back without realizing you were doing so and the cheers from your friends went unnoticed by the two of you. Once he pulled away, out of breath and with a smile on his face Taehyung brought his hand up to his lips as if to confirm that he wasn’t dreaming.

“It was them?” Jimin yelled from behind you “They were the one you were seeing?”

“I-It was…” Taehyung stuttered, his ears turning red.

You were still too surprised to react. Your heart was beating too fast in your chest to the point where you thought you’d pass out and the loud music from the club was nothing but faint noise to your ears. And suddenly, reminded of how serious the situation was, you pulled yourself together.

“We need to talk…” Taehyung nodded and led you outside with a tight grip on your hand as if he was scared you’d change your mind and leave.

The music had faded and you tried to ignore how pretty he looked under those neon lights just like he had the first time. You focused on trying to get your thoughts in order before you spoke.

“Okay, but what the fuck?” It was the first thing you said after a few minutes of silence “You can’t do this to me Taehyung. You…you can’t just kiss me after all these months because you feel like it!”

“I know.” He started “Please let me explain.” Taehyung waited for you to nod before continuing “I hid us from everyone, I pretended you didn’t exist when we were out. I know and I’m...I’m sorry.” He paused “I wanted, fuck I still do, to hold your hand whenever I want, to hug you, to kiss you, to love you but...it’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself to be...me that I don’t know what that is anymore. I was so scared of people leaving me that I found a way to distance myself but I wasn’t aware that it’d push you away too.”

Taehyung paused to take a deep breath, his eyes glossy and his hands slightly shaky. Without thinking you grabbed his hands, hoping it’d provide him some comfort and encourage him to keep going.

“And I know it’s selfish of me to want you back after what I did.” He continued staring down at your intertwined hands “But there’s nothing that I want more.”

“Tae…” He lifted his eyes to look at you “I-I know nothing about you. I opened my heart and soul to you and all you did was push me away repeatedly. I don't know if I can keep doing this. I’m so tired of running after you when you won’t even take a step for me.” You admitted, eyes filled with tears as you so desperately tried not to spill them.

You were done crying for Taehyung.

“You’re right.” He admitted and after a sigh, he continued “I don't know much about the real me anymore but what I do know is that my name is Kim Taehyung, I’m from Daegu and I’m in love with you. I’m not afraid of admitting it anymore. I’m afraid of losing you and I’m afraid of changing but...you make me want to be a better person. For you, for me, for us. I didn't mean to push you away. I’m scared of letting people see me vulnerable and I don’t think before I act when they do. Nothing I say will make you feel better, I know...but most importantly, the thing you should know about me is that in my own fucked up way I love you and I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you.”

His tone, sad and desperate as if your rejection would be his death, wrenched at your heart. He sounded so different from the all the harsh words you had heard out of his mouth before that it felt like someone was talking for him. Adding to all the things you had noticed about Taehyung before, there was this whole new personality that seemed to finally make sense and why he acted the way he did. And in that same personality, you saw how much he wanted to change, how desperate he was to do so. The days where he was quiet and moody and been the ones where he struggled with himself the most and didn’t have the energy to distract himself by being the life of the party. You saw everything as if a light had been directed right into Taehyung’s heart.

Taehyung pressed his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your cheek and you noticed that he still hadn’t let go of your hands as if he was scared that he’d never get the chance to hold them again.

“So please tell me that it’s not too late. Please tell me that you still love me.” He pleaded as if it was the only thing he had ever wanted in his life.

“I-It’s not. It’s not too late.”

With a sigh of relief, Taehyung closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you again. The two of you made up outside a club under the neon lights that spelled out a name you never bothered to learn just like everything started. Taehyung kissed you until he couldn't breathe until he felt dizzy and his lungs screamed for air and he had to pull away. And once he felt like he wasn’t going to pass out from the lack of oxygen he kissed you again and again and again until your friends came to check up on you outside. And even then, Taehyung didn't let go of you his arm wrapped around your waist when he finally admitted in front of everyone that he was in love with you, his eyes never leaving your face as he looked at you as if you were the treasure he had been looking for his entire life.

And whether Taehyung was an angel or the devil himself, it didn't matter to you anymore. He was yours and the world knew it.

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[supersoldier-of-asgard]

Nodus Tollens (10/10)

•The realisation that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore•

Pairing : Bucky x HYDRA!reader (gender neutral) + Avengers

Summary : you’ve been practically raised by HYDRA and The Wintersoldier has been your idol, someone you looked up to. What happens when you’re send to kill him and get captured by the avengers? SLOWBURN

Warnings whole fic : language, detailed discription of fighting and blood, a whole load of torture, trauma and a lot of angst ( if you want me to add something then please message me!)

Warnings this part : detailed blood and torture, dead bodys description and revenge.

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Somewhere between the clouds

“How long do we still have?”

“Like an hour at most,” Clint answered from his place in the control seat, flying the helicarrier through the darkning clouds of the sky.

“Alright. Once we’re there, remember to stick to the plan and go in and out as quickly as possible,” Steve ordered,” no heroic antics, no lone walkers and no sacrifices.”

Tony couldn’t help but roll his eyes,” says you.”

“Okay, don’t. We know this is probably a trap, so please don’t fight,” Natasha chimed in,” Barnes needs us.”

The place of realisation

Dawn slowly crept into the sky, the rain that had clattered with the rapid beating of your heart now quiet and serene.

Your eyes drifted over the exposed chest of the dreaming man that had calmed the rain both inside you and outside, the peaceful air that hung around preventing you from fully standing up.

His prosthetic stirred and whispered through the quiet night air, the neutrally calm expression on his face a stark contrast to the usual stern look that pulled at his features.

As you traced the curve of his eyelashes, your mind flashed to the first night you had seen him, writhing in bed with those eyes tightly pulled together to drown out the demons they had sowed in through the nerves when they had connected his metal arm.

A fire ignited within you, pain and fury tugging at your feet to make contact with the cold tile floor as you stood up and covered yourself once more in the suit.

You were going to end it. Once and for all.

Somewhere once called home

At times like this you wish you had your music with you, the soft beating of the drum a faint background soundtrack to the movie-like crime you were about to commit.

Low humming took its place instead, a familiar melodie swirling around your mind and flowing between your lips to immerse in the howling wind.

The knives between your fingers scraped against eachother as you watched like an owl how the guards surrounded the place you once belonged.

Not anymore. Not since you found a new home, a home where blue and silver were the colors of the walls and black curtains hung around the windows you hadn’t had in your old home.

You emerged from the shadows and flung your knifes with precision, the pointy ends meeting eyes and heads as they dropped dead with a whiny groan of pain.

More of them came alert, but you swiftly took them down without a sweat, a gun in each of your hands as they charged at you.

One pair of brown eyes flashed with realisation as he took in your face, a single moment of hesitation giving you space to take him down and snatch his keys before he could comprehend who you truly were.

Clearing the entrance, you face the gates that you had walked through so many times, your determined legs stepping over the bodys littering the floor.

The screech of the metal bars sliding across the floor fueled the fire behind your eyes, blinding reason and the future as you flipped more knives in your hands with every intention to shed as much blood as possible.

You stood still infront of one of the big metal doors, a quick whiff enough to know there were armed soldiers standing on the other side. You smile devilishly as you continue humming, the empty space resonating the flowing sound loudly and spreading an eerie air behind the doors.

You slowly open the doors, your eyes meeting with at least twenty other pairs, looking all too familiar and... freightened.

This was your home after all. They knew what you were capable of. They had seen you do this before.

Somewhere Bucky regrets to be

The distinction of closed eyelids and the ever consuming night is small, Bucky’s heightened vision clearing up slowly as his mind tries to fling out every possible memory he could muster into the air.

The first thing he realises is that he’s not home, this is not his bed, and he certainly doesn’t remember ever sleeping this well.

He gasped and shot up straight, his eyes tracing every inch of the room for your face but comming empty. He glanced at the beside and felt disappointment swirl through him once again as he’s left in the dust for the hundredth time. How he kept falling into this is beyond him.

He didn’t waste time as he flung his naked body out of bed, yanked on his clothes and shook the locked door off its hinges to leave. He ignored the strange looks he was given and asked for a phone, dialing the only number he had space for in his contorted mind to memorize.

“Steve? It’s me- Buck-“

“Bucky?! Where the hell are you?!”, Steve’s voice screamed, both in relief and frantic panic.

“I, uh, I don’t know. Some weird place outside the city-“

“We’ll- we’ll get you once we’re done, okay? We’re heading to one of HYDRA’s secret bases. Thank god you’re okay. I thought they had kidnapped you.”

“Well someone actually did,” he mumbled, trying to figure out where you could’ve went for godssake.” I want to come. I think my imprisoner is there, too.”

A sigh and some mumbling was heard through the line, the person which he lended the phone from awkwardly smiling at him as they made eyecontact.

“We’re apparently almost over the city, if you can come to the tower I think we can pick you up.”

He sighed exasperatedly, giving the person a pleading smile as he asked his next question.” Can I borrow some money, too?”

The eerie halls of HYDRA

The aching feeling shooting up your arms and legs went completely ignored as you flung yourself from wall to wall, bullets raining on the men before you as blood spews on your face.

The low humming whispering through the air fought with the last breath of the last man standing, fighting for their place to live. The hollow pair of eyes remained staring into nothingness, seemingly peering right through you.

You wiped your sleeve over your face, staining the black leather red as you continued down many more halls with determination. With every drop of blood, your vision stained more crimison. With every grunt and every body dropping to the ground, your movements became more out of control.

The calculated swiftness was gone, a vicious bruteness taking its place as every sense of pain and victory vanished with every slicing of a throat. You lusted for blood, the adrenaline pumping through your veins so ethereal that all else was a blur. You didn’t have to think, to pay attention to what you were doing to bring down every man on your way.

Panting with a murderous smile on your face, you stood in front of the door at the end of your red rainbow. This was the end, the moment you had waited for and the only thing standing between you and happiness.

You timidly raised your bullet induced leg, kicking the door off its hinges with not even all your force. It crashed against the opposite wall as bullets immediately flew your direction. You hid behind a wall as a stern voice barked orders, the doorway too small for two men to enter thus giving you advantage as you took them down one by one like a videogame.

When silence had stretched the whole facility, the monster of your dreams hiding inside as you lingered out, you whistled the tune you had learned when you were still a kid.

A slow step inside, and then another, and another as you continued whistling the song that had been imbedded in your brain for what felt like centuries. The frantic beating of his heart filled your ears like music, the shudder that flowed through him like a wave boosting your adrenaline as you lifted your eyes to lock onto his.

He was holding a gun in one hand, a device with a bright red button on the other. He was trying to compose himself, although his heart already told its tale. Your blood smudged face broke into a smirk as he cocked the gun, a serious look on his rimpled features.

“If you take another step, I swear to god, I will blow us both up.”

The hellicarier

Wet grass made sucking sounds under his boots as Bucky nervously glanced at the facility they just landed a few good feet away from.

It was quiet, the darkness redering them from seeing too far.

“I’m flying closer. Move slowly and wait for my word,” Tony spoke, slowly flying away as Steve led the rest foreward.

His heart was booming in his chest, Tony’s voice crackling through the comms and right through his train of thoughts.

“The guards are down, and so seem to be the rest of the first line of defense,” he hummed, intrigued but still puzzled,” I’m going in.”

“Wait, Tony-“

It all seemed so surreal. None of it made any sense to him, no matter how much Bucky thought about it. As the facility started to clear, a shudder raked through him like a wildfire, memories of torture and imprisonment washing over him with a shaky sigh.

Steve was too busy rushing after Tony to notice, and Bucky was glad he didn’t. He wouldn’t be able to explain why he didn’t want to go inside, scared of the scene they were just about to encounter.

“Shit.”

An understatement, Bucky thought. A see of bodys littered the ground, knives plunged in painfully ruthless areas and surging vomit from within him. They had to step on them to pass, wincing and keeping eyes straight to not witness the blood seeping out eyes and mouths.

It seemed never ending. Every door they opened lead to another horrifying scene, each group murdered in a different and more ruthless way than the other. It was clear that whoever did this lost complete control.

They all could guess who it was, the knives sticking out of throats similar to the ones they had obtained from you a week ago. Motives were still unclear, although Bucky might have an idea.

He hoped and prayed you changed. That you murdering your fellow agents was a sign of your rebellion against them, and that you were on your way to kill the head of it all. Bucky didn´t know who the man was, and it hadn’t struck him before now that this must be the place that you grew up in. The same space he had been kept in for a short time considering his long life and many movings.

How had you not encountered eachother? If they knew how much you admired him, why not give you the opportunity to meet him or even see him?

“It’s here,” Natasha announced, causing all to stand still and look around the crimison walls.

“Uh.. can you be more specific?”, Clint piped up, scrunching his face as he heard crunching from under his feet. He stepped way, only to step on another body and earning him another echoing crushing sound.” fucking disgusting!”

“Shut up, Clint-“

“Found it,” Bucky sighed, eyes landing on the small musicdevice poking out of one of the pockets of the men that offered their lives to HYDRA. It was splattered with blood, but still in one piece.” What now?”

“..walk further,” Steve ordered, not flinching as the body beneath his feet moved from the pressure of his weight, the cracking sound awefully defined by the hollow walls of the filled room.

A couple hallways away

“Do it. I dare you.”

His wrinkled thumb lowerd slightly, but as it almost touched the button, he retreated it with a yell.

“I give you one last chance to leave, soldat! I swear on my grave that I will blow us to pieces!”

You chuckled, taking a step foreward. He pressed the trigger of the gun in shock of your movement, but it easily past by you by both his lack of aim and your swift step to the side.

“You care too much about your life to do this,” you coo’d,” oh, I know it all too well.”

“Get back!”, he screamed,” I fucking raised you! You have no right to-“

You cut him off by slamming your hands on the wooden desk, breaking it slightly as you leaned on it and got closer to his face.” I have every right to do what I’m doing. You ruined my life and his.”

He pressed the button, scrunching his face to a ball of prune, but snapped his eyes open as he heared your devilish laughter. “ You would never dare harm yourself. You would harm anyone— a little kid without a thought— but not yourself.”

You swatted both the gun and button out of his hands, gripping his collor and yanking him close to your face.” I was a kid. At most 10 years old, when I learned what it felt like to be burned alive. You don’t do that to a kid.”

“You had extraordinary talents for such a young age.”

“Brave for you to still talk this way when your life is in my blooded hands,” you whispered, releasing one hand to gently stroke his cheek, trailing a stripe of blood down his scruffy beard,” and when I’m so tempted to make you.. extraordinary, too.”

“Why now?” He hissed, seemingly swallowing his high squeek,” all those years of torture and not once did you fight back. Why now?”

Your eyebrows relaxed, millions of thoughts flooding your brain as you gave him a pat on the cheek.” I guess someone finally managed to break me the way you never could,” you whispered.

His eyes followed your every move as you pried in one of your pockets, revealing a small object and bringing it up to his face. A screw, small but long gleaming in the yellow light as his brows furrowed in anticipation.

“I found this in my suit yesterday. It was in my pocket, bloody and slightly crooked,” you continued whispering, eyes not leaving the screw as you twisted it in the light.” You know what this is?”

Before he could answer, you yanked him to the ground with all the force you had left. His head slammed next to his desk, a strangled gasp caught in his throat as he pushed out a groan.

You sat over him, the screw hovering between his eyes.” The forgotton screw. I found it in my back after my session. You wanna know how?”

He rapidly but barely shook his head in response, not being able to keep his eyes off the metal object between your fingers.” I tried to sleep after they had pulled out all fifteen they had hammered in my back to make me extraordinary, but in my moments of pain I must have not counted clearly. The moment my back hit the matress, it sunk so deep in my back that I couldn’t take it out.”

The pointy end lightly scraped over his head, a white line trailing up his nose.” I spend the whole night trying to pluck it out with my bare hands,” you whispered, putting a little pressure and elicting a yelp,” and I kept it. As a souvenir. I didn’t know why, back then, but now I’m glad I did.´´

With one quick motion, you lifted the screw into the air and plunged it in his eye, a gut wrenching scream heard through the whole facility, the dead even flinching in horror.

 All heads seemed to turn simultaneously, Steve the first to react as he sprinted over de bodys to the source of the scream. Bucky followed soon after, his hair whipping in his face as he tried to control his breathing.

He didn´t know if he was relieved that the scream didn´t belong to you, or that he was terrified of what you were doing that elicted such a yell. He knew they probably deserved this, but at what emotinal cost?

They didn´t have to kick the door open, as it was already shook off its hinges and thrown across the room. His eyes landed on the body first, once eyes now mere black holes as scarlett seeped from them like a waterfall, mouth ripped by the edges as it strechted like a grin. The most horrifying thing above all, was the ragged breathing pushing past the blood, eyesockets pleadingly staring at them from their hollow space and sending a chill through Bucky´s spine.

Then, when he could tear his eyes away from the sickning sight, he was met with eyes filled to the brim with plain craze. He impulsively leaped from his space, brushing past the rest as he pulled you up from over the man and fell to the ground in frantic sloppiness. He cradled your motionless figure as his eyes found the dying body again, memories flooding his mind of the identification of the eyeless puppet. He was one of the men that had tried to find Bucky´s weaknesses by torturing him, convinced it would make him stronger. It never did.

After a long-stretched silence, your arms twitched at your side and lifted to embrace his chest. He held on tighter, trying to compose himself as a sob begged to escape his lips and fill the awkward air.

You pressed yourself against the warmth, a smile starting to form your lips as you focused on the heartbeat of your home. The blinding rage was slowly dripping from the edge and fading away into the blood on the ground, the adrenaline that had drummed in your veins washing away to leave you exhausted and drained. 

´´Bucky,´´ Steve softly whispered, crouching down next to them as his brain wrecked havoc to make sense of the situation and the next. He didn´t answer, burrying your face into his shirt as the blood stained his fingers. He payed no attention, closing his eyes to hear the steady breathing that left your lungs to calm him down.

It was silent again, deafning and consuming, till you breathed out a melody, humming one of the only songs that brought happiness. Happiness, the only feeling you alowed yourself to feel at this moment. Happiness and longing, longing for the future. Longing for the man that rested his chin on your crown, shielding you with his arms as you took in the scent that lingered upon him.

The plot of your life finally made sense again.

THE END

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A/N : wow. This was it, guys. the last chapter of my first series. It has been so much fun writing this and changing course every other chapter to the point I forgot to lead to the plot. If you have questions, please ask! 

What do you think about the ending? Is it a happy one?

did you notice I put Bucky´s trigger words in every chapter, but in reverse? It´s supposed to be symbolic for the readers journey where instead of turning bad like Bucky does when he hears them in the good order, she turns (arguably) good with the reverse of it, reversing the damage of the triggerwords :) 

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