The Power Of "I Love You"

NSFW

Perv!Toji who just hums when he hears you say that you need to go underwear shopping, again, over the phone. You explain how it seems like you have to buy more every month because they keep disappearing by the bundle, and that maybe you just keep forgetting them at his place. Toji says he'll be on the lookout for a pretty pair of your lacy, blue panties, in his room, which lures a laugh out of you, but he knows your reaction would be much different if you knew that he was just describing the current pair he has in his hand. His collection grew bigger than he ever intended it to, but he thinks that as long as you remain unsure of why your sacred treasures keep disappearing, he's in the clear to continue stealing them.

Perv!Toji who props his phone up against a pillow with a picture of you making the screen glow in the darkness of his room. It's a picture he took of you on one of your dates, you turned around and gave him the prettiest, soft smile, and he was able to capture the shininess of your eyes. It was his lock screen for a while, but of course you always outdo yourself and give him something better. That doesn't mean the previous picture just gets lost in his gallery. No, no, no. It's good material for when he's missing your body against his. His spank bank is riddled with you, it's an unorganized shrine that mixes his pure and sinful memories of you. Just thinking of you is enough to get him off, but it's always nice to be able to turn his head in the direction of his phone to get that crystal clear image of you while he furiously fists his cock until his sticky cum is dripping down his palm and landing on the warm skin of his abdomen. Busting once isn't always enough and in those cases, he just swipes to the next picture of you and does it all over again.

Perv!Toji who always has his hands beneath your clothes. Sometimes, he'll come up behind you while you're cooking, and the second his hands start sliding down your waist, you know what he's up to. His hands keep lowering until they're under the waistband of your shorts, moving the material of your underwear slightly so that he can caress and squeeze your bare hips. He really loves the sudden jolt he earns from your body when his fingers explore a little further and he starts tracing the creases that join your pelvis and thighs. Even when you're out and about, if you're standing around for too long, waiting to order food or just figuring out what you want to do next, he'll stand behind you as if he's giving you a back hug, and his hands will go up your shirt to rub and pinch your tummy.

Perv!Toji who can't watch a movie with you without teasing and playing with your pussy. You'll be sitting on his lap and at some point, his hand will slide down the front of your pajama pants and he'll just rest his palm on your pelvis, not moving for a good while. Once he knows you're used to the feeling, and you're not so riled up about the placement of his hand, he'll "mindlessly" start feeling up the material of your panties. His hand does an opening and closing motion, spreading his fingers apart before bringing them all close together, again. On the inside, you're going insane over every chaste drag of his fingertips over your clothed clit, but it's translated into subtle, occasional, little squirms and shifts on Toji's lap. He won't stop the teasing motions until he breaks your focused bearing entirely, and you're the one greedily chasing friction from his hand.

Perv!Toji who is absolutely terrible at the 'guess who' game. The second he's behind you, one of his enormous hands goes over your eyes, while the other one swiftly goes up your shirt and under your bra to grab a handful of tit. While he shamelessly squeezes, you try to process how fast you were put in this position by him. His familiar scent engulfs your nose, and his lips press against your ear, a deep, goosebump inducing, spine tingling, "guess who?" murmured. You're speechless as you attempt to think of anything other than the throbbing going on between your legs. His lips attaching to the side of your neck doesn't help him at all, but it does bring you back so you're finally able to take your wild guess. "Toji," you breathe out. On the outside he chuckles and plays the defeated man, but deep down, he loves that your body has his touch memorized, and that his smell is distinct, but you're able to recognize it in an instant. He loves that when you hear the sound of his voice, nobody else comes to mind. He loves that you didn't hum as if there were options, and instead, confidently said his name, because it confirms that nobody else is touching you this way.

Perv!Toji whose perverted behavior amplifies every time you send him a video of you playing with yourself. He opens the message, and the sight of your bare body instantly makes his cock spring to life, even before he presses play on the video. Immediately, he's met with the sound of your moans mixed with the slick sound of your fingers going in and out of your drooling cunt. Toji's heart races and his cock twitches at the sound of his name being crooned so sweetly by you. Unknowingly, he looks like he's trying to go into his phone, with the way he holds it so close to his face. He's pinching the screen, zooming into everything, every inch of your skin, your heaving chest, your tummy, before reaching the lewd scene of your glistening cunt being stuffed by your fingers. God, he's like a broken faucet, leaking precum in his boxers because of you and your tendency to be so sinful, that it's holy for him to be the only one who sees you behave this way. He finally goes back up to watch your face, and thank god he always saves this part for last, because you look like hell. Every. Single. Time. His brows are slightly pinched and his breathing quickens as he watches your pretty face contort with pleasure. Toji impatiently unbuttons and unzips his jeans with one hand and pulls his cock out of his boxers, a deep groan leaving him when his hand wraps around his sticky length. He's watching you, hips bucking up into his hand as he imagines it's him making you feel that way. When you cry out his name as you orgasm, his breath hitches, and as if he was actually there fucking you, he follows right after you, groaning as ropes on ropes of thick cum land on his pants and his hand. He lets out a heavy sigh and curses under his breath about the mess he made on himself. His attention is brought back to his phone when he hears you giggle in the video, followed by a quick "Love you, baby" before the video ends. He groans and shuts his eyes, resting his head against the wall behind the couch as he thinks about how badly he needs you. The aftermath is sent to you, followed by a request for you to come over.

WHAT DID I SAYYYY I WANT MOREEE

You’ve Got Us (Requested)

Cullen Reader (Marvel x Twilight Fic)

Word Count: 1100 // Rating: Gen

Warnings: none, fights, cullen reader. friendships,

Summary:  Reader (A Cullen) needs to go back home to help her 

Note: This is a requested fic one of a couple by @fandomnationwhore The others will take a day or two i really got into the volturi one

@fandomnationwhore Sort of going to blow up your request box for a while so expect me around a lot, anyways; request for twilight x marvel crossover. The reader is a vampire (she’s a Cullen) and she explains to the team (she’s hired as a secretary by Fury to keep an eye on them) anyways, she explains she’s a vampire and how she’s taking a break from work to visit her family

Sort of going to blow up your request box for a while so expect me around a lot, anyways; request for twilight x marvel crossover. The reader is a vampire (she’s a Cullen) and she explains to the team (she’s hired as a secretary by Fury to keep an eye on them) anyways, she explains she’s a vampire and how she’s taking a break from work to visit her family

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part 2 to this!

warnings: aged up yuji, overstimulation, nsfw 🔞 this is a long one~

“ha! look who’s on top now,” yuji shouts proudly at you as he pins you down to the floor, lying between your legs.

it’s quite common for you and yuji to wrestle—over the years you had been fighting a seemingly never ending battle to see who could win and break the tie. but lately, yuji has been initiating a wrestling match more often, though you’re not sure if his awkward way of wrapping around your midsection randomly is that exactly.

this time, he suddenly pulled one of your legs up to wrap around his hip and grabbed your waist with his other hand, pushing you up against his front with ultimate awkwardness.

you blinked at each other, both frozen for a moment, your nervous breaths mingling in the awkward confusion. it seems as though he doesn’t even know what he’s doing, so maybe it’s a defense mechanism to avoid the silence for you when you immediately push him down and start wrestling.

you can't think of a better reason why you've recently felt this strong urge to touch him, to pin him down—you assume it must be just your usual friendly, competitive way of connecting through lighthearted rivalry, like always because what else could it be? back in your pre-teen years, you’d even go so far as to get upset and frustrated when he started getting stronger and winning more often. now, it feels like there's a different kind of itch you need to scratch, and wrestling doesn’t even scratch the surface.

the second your back hits the floor, you glare at him above you before using a good amount of effort to flip you two over so you’re straddling his hips and pinning his hands down now.

“what was that? you have something to say? you fight like a girl,” you tease him, leaning in to act as if you’re attempting to hear him clearer.

“ngh- jokes on you! i take that as a —hah—compliment!” he grunts as he wiggles his hands free from your grip, swiftly flipping you over and pressing his body against your back, pinning you flat to the floor. A sharp “hmph!” escapes your lips as you hit the ground with force. his hands find the backs of yours, gripping them tightly beside your head.

you attempt to push against his weight but it only makes it more obvious that you’re trapped under him.

“you eat too much—” you groan at him, wiggling futilely, only making him push harder into you.

his breath fans over your ear as his grip on your hands grows harsher.

“d—do not!” he breathes back and his tone indicates he’s barely aware of what he’s even responding to as your bodies brush against one another.

and maybe you’re going crazy, because you swear you can feel him subtly grinding something hard against your ass as you fumble around under him. you abruptly stop moving with wide eyes when you consider what that hard thing is, unable to see the entirety of his face but able to see enough to watch it comforting in— pleasure??

“w-what are you doing?” you ask frantically and awkwardly, making him stop his own grinding against you with a silent pause.

“nothing!” he shouts defensively after a moment. yuji’s always been a terrible liar, and now is no exception. you almost wish you couldn’t see l through his lie this time.

seemingly finding a newfound strength within the panic, you push him up and off of you, sitting up and leaning against the foot of the couch as you try to catch your breath for a silent moment.

“what were you just doing, yuji?” you ask but it sounds more like an awkward, reluctant statement as you eye him standing and facing the other direction, seemingly messing with his sweatpants.

“wrestling, what do you mean?” he mutters, finally turning towards you with his natural cheerful aura.

you gaze up at him with hesitance, unable to stop your eyes from flickering down at his sweatpants, half expecting to see a bulge in his pants. but there’s not, and now you just seem like a creep because when you look back up at him, he blinks at you with raised brows— having caught you.

“what were you just looking at?” he then questions, making you stand and ‘pft’ in defense, avoiding his gaze.

“don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug as you throw one of the stray pillows back onto the couch that fell off earlier when you began wrestling.

“then neither do i,” he mumbles, grabbing the remote to the tv that’s playing some horror movie you had forgotten he put on earlier and rewinding it. you barely catch his quiet mumble, making you huff in stubborn silence.

“you know i just won that, right?” you snicker, referring to the wrestling match as you jump to sit onto the couch lazily, “you better hope i don’t win next time because that means i win-win.”

you gaze at the movie with indifference as you speak in playful confidence. he knows you mean breaking your lifelong wrestling tie, making him huff in amusement as he plops down beside you nonchalantly, eyeing the movie as well.

“you wish, buttface,” he breathes in amusement, eyes peeking at you briefly to watch your expression contort into annoyance at his lifelong nickname for you. he knows you hate that name, and he just loves when you’re pissed at him, which only makes you more angry.

you clench your jaw and force your eyes to stay on the stupid movie, eye twitching in irritation but still refusing to give him what he wants.

you can feel his gaze now lock on you when you don’t react enough to satiate his hunger for your attention, but you refuse to acknowledge him. you honestly don’t even know what’s happening in this movie, only focused on the pink haired boy next to you.

after a long moment of him staring at your side profile with a childlike pout, he pounces on you— forcing you on your back and wedging himself between your legs as he begins to tickle your waist.

you gasp for air between forced, painful laughs as you struggle under him.

“n-no! stop it, yuji!” you shout at him between giggles, eyes clenched shut as he, no doubt, wears an entertained smile while he tortures you. this is another thing yuji has always used against you, your ticklish body. the day he found out you were ridiculously ticklish was one of his favorite days, using it to fuck with you whenever he wishes.

“hurts! you asshole!” you yell at him, a tear falling from your eye as he giggles with you.

“ahh but you’re laughing! looks like you’re having a good time,” he snickers at you, egging on your irritation, knowing you can’t do anything about it.

you finally manage to grab one of his hands and pull it off your waist, but before you can move it, he forces it down above your head, the proximity of his face to yours causing both of you to freeze and lock eyes. his other hand tightens around your waist as both of you gasp for air.

“g-get off,” you murmur weakly, as if it's what you think you're supposed to say, rather than what you truly want to express. because what else would you say?

he waits for a beat, eyes flickering down at your lips, making you gulp.

“do you ever think about it?” he asks gently, his thumb lightly brushing the side of your hand as he holds it in his. the familiarity to his words puts you on edge, recognizing them from the forbidden time he ate you out. you’re eerily aware that he’s referring to something that night as well with that question.

but still, you can’t help but feign ignorance.

“about what?” you ask, quietly. you don’t have any reason to but you find yourself holding your breath as you await his answer.

he exhales deeply and licks his lips, making your brows twitch and your thighs instinctively clench around his hips.

“when we kissed and i ate you out,” he explains, bluntly. you really should expect his crassness at this point, but it still catches you off guard, making you blush harshly and flicker your wide gaze around, anywhere but his face.

you then use your free hand to push against his unrelenting face, smooshing it in the process.

“you promised we wouldn’t talk about that, yuji! that never happened!” you scold him, ears and neck joining your face in burning up as he struggles against your hand.

“oh c’mon! no one is even here!” he whines at you, voice muffled a bit from your hand.

“s-still!” you shout back before he sinks his teeth into your hand, making you hiss in discomfort and quickly pull your hand back.

“fine! then— fine!” he stubbornly huffs at you, sitting up from on top of you and returning to his seated position beside you with crossed arms to watch the movie again.

you exhale sharply in defense as you rub a hand down your face quickly, as if it would wipe the heat from it before sitting up with your thighs pressed together.

after a few long moments of silence, he groans in a whine.

“does that mean it didn’t feel good? it wasn’t memorable? why don’t you want to talk about it? did i do something weird? i thought you liked it because it seemed like you came really hard—”

you interrupt his word vomit with a palm slapped onto his lips, eyes wide.

“shut up!” you chirp with embarrassment, pulling your hand from his face and crossing your own arms to feign nonchalance.

“fine!” he whines loudly and stubbornly, crossing his own arms again dramatically as you both eye the movie that neither of you is watching.

and it seems he does let it go for now, slowly relaxing into actually watching the movie after fifteen minutes of silence. but now you can’t seem to focus on the movie at all.

the only thing racing through your mind now is that night and questions about his questions.

“do you—” you cut yourself off as soon as his gaze snaps from the tv to you, as if he was eager for you to say something this whole time, “—nevermind.”

“huh? no! do i what?” he urges on, pathetically, making you groan and push your face into your palms briefly.

you know yuji won’t let it go now that you spoke, you might as well just get it over with.

you sigh and chew on the inside of your cheek as you refuse to take your eyes off of the movie.

“do you— um—” you clear your throat as he awaits your next words eagerly, “— think about it?”

immediately, he smiles cheerfully and nods, “all the time.”

your face returns to the high temperature it was before as you resist the urge to hide your face once again. now you face him with embarrassment and anxiety riddling your expression, it’s difficult to show him vulnerability on this subject.

“w-what? you do? a-about what?” you hesitantly inquire, voice slightly cracking in nervousness.

he chews on his lower lip in thought, eyes flickering down at your inner thighs covered by his sweatpants before returning to your eyes.

“your taste,” he reminisces, licking his lips as he eyes you like you’re prey, “your moans, how soft you are down there, you got so wet—”

“o-okay! that’s enough,” you can’t help but interrupt him, avoiding the way your clit throbs desperately in your panties at his words. even if you seem to be avoidant of the topic, your pussy is obviously eager for more.

“well, do you? think about it?” he urges you, like a puppy with a wagging tail.

you exhale shakily, brows furrowing a bit in faux indifference.

“um— yes, sometimes.” you admit, quietly and it’s like you can see his invisible tail wag harder with your confirmation.

“about what?” he asks eagerly as soon as you stop talking.

you scratch your head with avoidance before licking your lips in thought.

“i- i don’t know. it felt— good, i guess— warm, and w-wet.” you indulge him, making him smile in relief with a breathy sigh.

“wanna do it ag—”

“oh, look! that one girl is dying! isn’t she your favorite?” you interrupt him, quickly, averting his attention to the movie and away from what he was just about to suggest.

thankfully, it works, his gaze immediately transferring to the tv with a ‘boo! run!’

after a mostly normal night of silly reruns of yuji’s favorite movies and countless snack breaks for the endless pit yuji’s stomach is, you sleep in his bed like usual.

though you’ve been sleeping in yuji’s bed every other night since you were very young, you still hesitate as he jumps into his side of the bed.

you hadn’t slept on his bed since that night a few weeks ago, always coming up with some excuse to sleep at home.

but yuji noticed your hesitance as you stood at the end of the bed and chewed on the inside of your cheek. he quickly whined at you to get in bed and go to sleep. though yuji comes off as quite the air headed, he’s not stupid, you’ve been a bit off since he ate you out and quite frankly, he misses you and your sleepovers. he misses waking up to you drooling on his pillow and hogging all of the blankets.

so you eventually relent, sliding into bed and staying stubbornly on your side as to face the wall instead of him.

you aren’t sure when it happened but you fell asleep at some point. only now you find yourself waking up to some kind of noise with annoyance. you assume it’s the middle of the night because the room is quite dark.

attempting to just ignore the sound, you close your eyes to sleep again but after ten minutes of the same odd noise keeping you awake, you shake your head briefly with a roll to your eyes. the sound is obviously coming from yuji, you can’t quite place it but you remember as kids yuji would sneak his nintendo switch to bed and play it all night, keeping you up.

just before you’re about to turn abruptly on your back to scold him, a breathy moan falls from his lips making you freeze and your eyes to widen.

the moan instantly clears away any lingering grogginess, sharpening your focus. it’s clear— he’s jerking off.

you and yuji have never really discussed the details of how long it takes to finish while masterbating, though he did try to bring it up when you were younger, and you quickly shut it down. but you’re pretty sure he’s having some problems because he’s been doing this for fifteen minutes now, likely before you had woken up as well.

he seems to let more breathy, whiny, and raspy noises slip from his lips as his pace quickens.

you wish you had headphones of some kind because you can’t escape his moans, it’s not like you could just get up and go to the couch, not wanting to expose the fact that you’ve been lying here listening like a pervert.

your thighs press together in attempt to search for any kind of friction to ease the incessant throbbing need going on in your panties as you’re forced to listen.

and once ten more long, agonizing minutes pass, you can’t help but sneak a hand into your (his) sweatpants and rub little circles against your panty clad clit, making a point to be gentle as to make little to no movement that could potentially expose what you’re doing. you can’t even make up a stupid excuse to make yourself feel better—like ‘you’re only human and reacting to a man’s moans is only natural,’ you simply chase relief without justification.

it’s not like you mean to cum, just to ease the ache of need for a bit until yuji’s done egging you on with his arousing noises.

his groans grow more desperate and frusturated as he can’t quite reach a high, even taking short breaks between jerks to take a few deep breaths. yuji has a rather high stamina so the fact that he has to pause to catch his breath only goes to show how long he’s been trying to get himself off. you almost— kind of feel bad for him.

at this point, you halt your own swipes against your clit in frustration. it’s gotta be something like two am, and though your arousal is now achingly high, so is your tiredness.

so finally, after ten more minutes, you hesitantly speak.

“can you hurry up already? i wanna sleep,” you grumble at him, attempting to use your natural tone to hide your own lust.

immediately, his jerks halt at your words, you can only imagine how panicked he is that he woke you.

“o-oh sorry,” he mumbles, seemingly embarrassed.

and then, it’s silent for a while. you roll your eyes, knowing that you had scared him into stopping altogether. you can only imagine how badly it hurts for a guy to stop mid way.

you sigh. “y-you don’t need to stop, just hurry up.” you mumble, adjusting to get more ‘comfortable’ but really you’re using it as a cover to briefly rub your thighs together.

“a-are you sur-”

“— yes yuji,” you interrupt him, feigning an irritated tone.

and when the jerking, wet noises return, you have to bite back a needy moan. somehow the fact that he knows you’re listening works to add to the pool of slick your chasm is producing.

and after yet another ten minutes with no luck, he sighs.

“i- i cant,” he groans in frustration, making you blink with furrowed brows.

though you clench your eyes shut in fear of regretting your next words, you still speak them aloud.

“would it— um— help if—?” you hesitantly stick out the hand behind you that was previously shoved into your pants, offering it to him without turning to look at him. you don’t complete the question, assuming he has the common sense to piece together what you mean.

and it’s silent for a beat as you hold out your hand.

and then he interlocks his hand into yours, making you blink in confusion.

“y-you’re holding my hand,” you point out, plainly and confused.

“y-yeah, isn’t that what you meant..?” he hesitantly asks, making you press your lips together to hold back a laugh. it’s as if he assumed you just wanted to give him emotional support as he jerked his cock.

“um— not really,” you say and he can literally hear a smile on your face, making him blush in embarrassment. though he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, it feels like he’s missing something and you’re making fun of him for it.

“then— what?” he inquires, not taking his hand from yours.

you clear your throat, “uh— i’m sure it would feel— better— if you didn’t have to use your own hand.” you mumble, quietly making his eyes widen at your insinuation.

he stares at your hand in his with bewilderment for a beat.

“you want me to—”

“—yes yuji, just shut up,” you grumble, annoyed with his need to be vocal about the most embarrassing things.

he immediately shuts up and flicks his eyes from your warm, soft hand to his hard cock.

hesitantly, he gently brings your hand over but you’re so far away that you can’t reach it, so quickly catching the hint, you scoot over until your back is slightly making contact with his side.

he then, pulls your hand over and the next thing you feel is his hand wrapping around yours as to help guide you. you feel your hand wrap around something warm and hard but soft at the same time and you can only gulp, knowing exactly what that is. the second your hand makes contact with it, it jumps and he hisses.

it’s slightly damp and extremely hot in temperature, likely from pre cum and the abuse he’s been putting it through tonight.

then, after a beat of what you assume is him coping with the feeling, he uses his shaky hand to gently begin to stroke his cock with your hahd— down and then up again, pulling sharp breaths from him. you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock, the curve of his tip, even the tuft of course hair at the base.

it’s obvious he’s starting extremely slow to get you both used to it, knowing you’ve likely never felt a man’s dick before and he’s certainly never felt someone else’s hand.

he then stops your hand just below his tip and squeezes your hand around himself.

catching the hint, you immediately squeeze around him harder like he’s hinting at, making him let out a low grunt.

“ngh— yeah, can you keep it tight?” he requests through grunts, voice deeper and almost unrecognizable considering its lacking his natural cheerful, playful tone.

“mhm,” you hum nervously, breathing growing deeper as he starts to move your tight fist down and up once again. his exceedingly aroused moans motivate you to start to move your hand faster on your own and he’s quick to let go of your hand to allow you to stroke him without guidance.

“hoo— shit,” he curses, hips thrusting up into your fist once, as if it wasn’t voluntary.

you can’t help but let out a small whine at the desperation for your touch, and though you thought it was quiet, yuji heard it since he’s lying right next to you and the next thing you know, a wet glob of pre cum is sliding down your fingers making your lips part and brows twitch in a silent moan.

unfortunately, because of your awkward position, you can’t stroke him any faster than this so you take a sharp breath to prepare yourself before adjusting to face him on your other side.

your heart rate rises along with your breathing as you make eye contact with him— faces now inches apart. you aren’t sure what you expect, but yuji’s expression is anything but his natural one. his eyes are lidded, cheeks flushed, and brows pinched, similar to how he looked when in the thralls of eating you out— though you can’t really remember specifics because you were a bit distracted at the time.

he gulps at you as your eyes slowly rake down his shirtless torso to observe his cock in your hand. he still has his sweatpants on but his dick is pulled out, though you can’t see his balls, you can see his pink pubes. part of you expected them to be brown but you’re oddly glad they’re his pretty pink color to match the top of his head.

you could tell his dick was rather large as you stroked it a second ago, even before tonight, you were always acutely aware of him being on the bigger side down there. you’ve known eachother your entire lives, you were bound to brush against one another in a particular way here and there or accidentally walk in on each other changing, though you had only seen him soft in those moments.

his cock is at least eight inches long and average girth, witnessing your own hand wrapped around it with a glob of his pre cum sliding down your fingers makes the entirety of this crazy situation feel much more real than before.

“d-do you want to stop?” he inquires, gently, letting the pointer finger from his hand resting closest to you glide against your clothed tummy in affection.

you breathe in deeply and exhale shakily as you shake your head, making him bite his lip. it’s like his cock exposes exactly what he’s feeling because it twitches when you refuse to stop.

you gulp and gently bend one leg to rest your knee on his as you look down at his leaky dick, resting your cheek on his shoulder.

you gently begin to stroke him again, slowly picking up speed and flickering your gaze up at his contorted expression to confirm that you’re doing something right— not to mention your own perverted arousal seeming to get off on his.

“d-does that feel good?” you ask, shyly, making him nod immediately and frantically, hand closest to you quickly moving to grip your thigh that’s bent over his leg.

“really good,” he confirms in a whine, making you whimper softly and briefly.

“i-i’ve never done this before— so—” you stutter as you continue to fist his cock at a moderate pace, using his pre cum for lubrication.

“r—right— okay, do you want me to teach— fuck— you?” he rambles, hand on your thigh rotating between gripping it harshly and kneading it.

“wanna know how to— make you— um— cum,” you breathe out, making his hips buck up into your fist again with a loud whine.

seeing it and feeling it are two completely different things. you can’t hold back a moan even if you wanted to, his obvious desperation is so agonizingly arousing that your pussy feels like a fucking lake.

“okay— try this,” he then grips your hand with his free one, gently guiding you to rotate your fist around him as you stroke up and down simultaneously.

“f—fuck! mhm— like that,” he coos at you as much as he can between grunts.

eager to please him and force more of those pretty noises, you push his hand away with your free one and begin to do as he said much quicker and harder than before.

“o-oh my god,” he groans before hissing and rubbing his chin and cheek into the top of your head in affection— like a cat.

“yeah? is that good?” you egg him on softly, yearning for his voice.

“so— sooo good,” he whines, subtly beginning to thrust into your fist consistently, “your pretty little h-hand is so warm.” now with every rut up into your hand, it earns you a sweet little grunt from him.

honestly neither of you notice when you start to grind into his hip, your body subconsciously searching for some kind of relief.

“can you cum like this?” you ask curiously, leaning up to press a surprising kiss to his neck, making another large gush of watery pre cum to leak out.

“oh, man this is— fuck— i think so,” he confirms, your words only bringing him closer.

if you actually think he can’t cum like this, he thinks you’ve gotta be fucking crazy—because honestly, he’s been holding back from cumming all over your hand since you turned and wrapped around his side like a sweet little kitty. he’s just desperate to make this heaven last as long as he can.

you hum and begin to suck on the skin of his neck, making his eyes roll back as your relentless fist jerks his weeping cock. and now he’s suddenly aware of your grinding against his hip because it grows harsher, like you’re humping in tandem to the strokes to his dick.

immediately, he uses the hand holding into your thigh to yank it closer with strength, making you whine loudly at the collision of your folds against his hip bone as your fist tightens around him in reaction.

“fuuuck— are you grinding on me?” he asks breathy and low, already knowing the answer.

the question makes you bite into his neck and quickly begin to rub him harder and faster than ever before, attempting to distract him from the way you are absolutely grinding against him.

“n-no— oh shit— it’s happe- i’m cumming—!” he groans loudly, delivering a hard smack to your thigh that’ll definitely leave a mark.

immediately, you stop all movement, retracting your teeth from his neck and sliding your tongue over the marks soothingly before sitting up. he whines immediately in confusion, cock twitching furiously as you let it go to slap against his sweaty abs. are you edging him?

you then move to sit on your heels between his thighs, making his brows furrow as he watches you make eye contact with him before slowly leaning down as you take hold of his base to hold him up.

his lips part as he realizes what you’re trying to do.

“w-what are you—? you don’t have to do tha—”

and you interrupt him with a kiss to his tip, pulling a deep, loud groan from him as his hips jerk up.

instinctively, his hands snap to tangle in your hair, raking his nails down your scalp in affection as he eyes you like a hawk with a lidded gaze.

you hum as if you like the taste of his dick with a lick to your lips.

“ ‘sweet but not sweet? i can’t pin point it exactly yet,’ ” you repeat his own words back to him that he used previously to describe your taste as you smack your lips as if to mock him.

he groans and can’t help but use one hand to begin stroking his dick once again as he watches you tease him.

you huff with a slightly amused smirk at his utter desperation to cum.

“oh, you want your hand instead?” you tease, making him shake his head quickly but he doesn’t stop jerking his cock as his other hand massages your scalp.

“then why are you still jerking off? my mouth or your hand, you choose.” you shrug, attempting to hide your desire to taste him again.

immediately, he rips his hand away from himself and groans, “ngh— you, want your mouth— you, please.”

and honestly, you were planning to tease him a bit more but the way he begs pathetically is just too alluring.

so you don’t waste any more time, pulling his free hand up to join the other in your hair as you lean down and begin to press open mouthed, wet kisses on his wet tip.

“shit— holy fuck— oh my god,” he rambles, and honestly you’d be surprised if he wasn’t the vocal type in bed so this doesn’t shock you at all.

“w-wait wait baby,“ he coos, gently pulling at your hair to point at the area just under his tip, “right here feels really good, like your clit.”

you nod and with a slight bite to your lower lip as you eye the area he’s referring to with determination.

and before he knows it, you’re making out with his sweet spot, making him huff and puff frantically. yuji’s always hearing his friends talk about pushing down on a girls head to make them take their cock deeper into their mouths but yuji finds himself pulling up on your hair to keep you from going too far. he’s trying so desperately not to cum yet and he’s breaking a sweat trying not to.

you don’t mind his pull on your hair, actually it makes you want to push him harder and see how far you can go.

you quickly take his entire tip into your mouth and lick off the continuously flowing pre cum gushing out, making his hips buck harshly as he groans louder than he has all night, voice echoing through the room and almost making you nervous at the volume.

“oh shit— i’m gonna cum, i’m cumming— off! off!” he warns you as you suckle on his tip, tongue swirling around it every now and then. he tries to pull your head off but he’s becoming weaker and weaker as his orgasm approaches— not to mention, you’re just relentless, not allowing him to pull you off or listen to his warning.

honestly, you’re so lost in his moans and taste that you can’t even really hear him warning you, even going so far as to swat his hand away from his attempts.

and before you know it, he busts right into your mouth, into your tongue and all over the roof of your mouth with a loud groan.

it crashes on him so intensely, in fact, that he finds his hands now pushing your head down to take in more of his length as his hips buck up into your mouth.

you clench your eyes shut as you softly bang a fist against his thigh while the other grips his wrist in attempt to cope with the sudden intrusion.

“i’m sorry— i’m sorry— just feels so fuuucking good,” he whines, riding out his high in your mouth. yuji’s a good friend, even when its subconscious, he only forces a few inches more into your mouth as he cums.

you hum panicked and nod slightly in affirmation that it’s okay, attempting to cope long enough for him to ride out his high.

he bobs your head onto his length and you quickly take the hint to suck on it as he guides you to aid him in coming down.

“yeahh, like that— try to— ngh— hollow out your cheeks,” he guides you, cum still spurting from his little slit and onto your tongue.

you whine and do as he says, now gripping both of his wrists in search of some kind of comfort.

he hisses slowly as his high finally comes down, pulling you off of his cock with a pop! since you weren’t aware that he was done so soon.

he sighs deeply in relief, his cock throbbing as you keep hold of his wrists. you then swallow the cum he offered to you, seeing no other option. his cum isn’t the greatest taste, but compared to what you’ve heard from other girls and their experiences, his isn’t half as bad.

that makes him immediately snap to sit up with haste, caressing your cheeks with an amused snort at your fucked- out, teary eyed expression.

“you— you didn’t have to swallow, oh shit— i’m sorry i should have told you that,” he coos at you, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

you take a deep breath with closed, relaxed eyes as you lean your cheek against his palm.

“oh, i thought i was supposed to do that,” you mumble, opening your eyes after a beat of comfort.

“i tired to warn you to get off,” he explains with a sympathetic tone, making you shrug indifferently. honestly, you don’t remember that, but it makes sense considering the intense lust blurring your mind.

he then lies back down and rests one hand on one of your knees, exhaling deeply in utter afterglow as his eyes flutter shut, hand rubbing against your knee to comfort you.

“you did really goo— w-what the fuck?”

he cuts himself off with a confused groan, eyes snapping open when he feels your warm mouth encasing his tip once again.

“oh, no— no— no, no more. s’too much,” he whines, but it’s like he’s so far away, like you’re unable to hear him, blinded by your competitive nature combined with lust as you take a deep breath through your nose and harshly bully the entirety of his long length to the back of your throat.

he lets out a loud, strangled whine with parted lips and pinched brows as you deep throat his overstimulated dick. you bully his cock down your throat as if it’s a game you’re attempting to win, and yuji knows how competitive you are.

after only a moment, he uses all of his strength to pull you off of him, making you whine and push against his pull to try again.

“ah ah ah— no more, look at me,” he sits up and uses two hands to pull your cheeks to look up at him, “no more. i came, it’s good but it’s too much.”

your eyes rotate from each of his briefly before processing his words and nodding with a deep breath.

“jesus christ,” he breathes, guiding you to lie beside him on his side once again before tucking his wet dick into his sweatpants.

“did i do good?” you inquire tiredly after a moment, head resting on his bare chest as he slides an arm around your back.

he huffs at the ridiculous question, “way too good.”

you smile and hum at the praise before taking a beat to bask in his warmth, even his sweat seems to smell good right now.

“are you okay? need—um— water or something?” he asks, uncertainly, not having any experience with this sort of thing, though he’s not completely unaware of the possibility of your throat hurting after that.

“i’m okay,” you shake your head, making him nod to himself.

“i’m sorry if i went too far,” you mutter, tilting your head up to gaze at his face as he relaxes with closed eyes, “you were still hard so i figured—”

he hums, groggily and peeks down at you with a smile.

“cute, real cute.” he huffs, pressing a hard kiss to the top of your head before he even realizes what he’s doing as he quickly yanks your thigh to drape over his lap.

the two of you are simply too tired to even think about the fact that you’re cuddling as you fall asleep.

the next morning is like a hangover without the alcohol, flashes of the dirty deeds you did racing through your mind the second you wake up to yuji’s large frame spooning your backside.

your eyes widen as you quickly sit up after trying your best to unlatch his hands from your waist without waking him up— but it’s futile. yuji is a light sleeper when he wants to be and he immediately groans as he wakes to the sun burning his face.

“what time is it?” he yawns, groggily, rubbing his eyes as you stand with haste and straighten out your sweatpants.

“uh— don’t know,” you brief awkwardly, your tone making him perk up and eye you with more alertness than before.

when yuji remembers all the things you did to him last night, he shuts right up, simply watching you as you pick up one of his hoodies and throw it over your head.

you peek at him over your shoulder as you make your way to the door to get to the bathroom in the hall, making his brows twitch up in surprise that you even looked at him.

but you simply ignore his obvious stare and sigh as you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

of course, yuji barges in minutes later to join you like always, leading to the two of you brushing your teeth in silence. yuji’s eyes are burning into your reflection the entire time, and you can almost hear his thoughts as he eyes your mouth that had been stuffed with his dick just last night.

“stop staring at me you freak,” you snap at him, voice a bit muffled from the toothbrush.

he immediately jumps a bit and transfers his eyes to his own reflection with a sly smile.

“i’m not the one who tried to deep throat me after already swallowing my cum, you’re the freak—”

you interrupt him with a shove to his shoulder, making him chuckle as you quickly spit and rinse out your mouth.

“you never know when to shut up, do you?” you inhale deeply before turning and bending down to turn on the shower.

and after a moment of letting your fingers get a feel for the temperature with no response back from him, you roll your eyes.

“yuji, stop staring at my ass,” you snap at him, making him jump once again and resume brushing his teeth. checking you out isn’t a rare occurrence but the fact that he’s doing it after his dick had been in your mouth just hours ago doesn’t sit right with you.

“so— what are we now?” yuji inquires obnoxiously, “fuck buddies? friends with benefits? boyfriend and girlf—”

you interrupt him with a dramatic sigh.

“don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug, making him furrow his brows in innocent confusion before rinsing his mouth out and turning to you.

after beat of silence, you turn to face him, awaiting his inevitable dumb response. he simply gazes at your face and body dressed in his hoodie and his sweats with a sweet smile in silence.

“what?” you mutter at him, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.

“you had my cock inside of your throat last night, in fact you were the one to initiate it,” he blinks up at the ceiling in genuine curiosity, “shouldn’t we talk about that? i don’t think friends do that because i don’t do that to megumi or nobar—”

you interrupt his ramble with a groan as you slap your hands onto your face briefly, cheeks, chest and ears burning in embarrassment.

“don’t know what you’re talking about!” you shout again through gritted teeth, avoiding his gaze as you turn and act as if you’re testing the water temperature again.

then you feel his large body press into your back, making you freeze.

“eh— it’s bound to happen again little miss ‘i’m sure it would feel better if you didn’t have to use your own hand,’” he mocks you playfully, his lips mere breaths from your ear, making your eyes widen in shock at his audacity.

before you can turn to hit or shove him, as he anticipates you might, he slips out of the bathroom with a childish giggle, calling out, "have a good shower!" before slamming the door behind him.

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i know i said part 2 would be sukuna but i think im gonna make virgin sukuna a whole nother series bc yuji is so cuuute

I love Chris and Sebastian tgt

nsfw!

dadbod!toji loves his family dearly, he's put aside his work, outside life, and his bad habits just for his family. He's put all his time and effort in taking care of you and your baby, but Toji didn't realize that keeping away from work for so long would get him so out of shape.

dadbod!toji who starts looking at himself in mirrors all around the house in disbelief, realizing that his abs are now enveloped by a soft puge.

dadbod!toji who you find in the bed room one day staring at himself in the mirror with no shirt on. His back muscles flexing as he flexed his abs and arms, then realizing you were watching him the whole time.

dadbod!toji who turns to look at you with a scowl, but it quickly turned into more of a perplexed look once he realized you were fully checking him out.

Your lip practically bleeding from how hard you were biting on it while your eyes were wandering down from his thick muscly neck, across his even bigger juicer pecks, and god his already huge biceps the size of a bears arm that somehow, grew even bigger.

"look at what ya did to me babe,"

"trust me Im looking."

"I need to get back in the fuckin gym"

dadbod!toji who notices your pout when he tells you that he wants to 'get back into shape'

"whyyy?"

"babe its getting ridiculous, you've been fattening me up with your cooking. this is your fault."

"aw my two babies are so adorable all chubby." you would reply while squishing your babies cheeks and earning a scoff from toji as he watched.

dadbod!toji who cant help but to be amused at how much more obsessed you have become with his body, but he'll pretend like he thinks you're just a weirdo.

dadbod!toji who chuckles to himself when you and your baby nuzzle up to him on the couch to watch a movie, just for the both of you to fall asleep in the first fifteen minuets of it starting, leaving Toji there wide awake.

Not that he minded, he wasn't even paying attention to the movie, he was more focused on the soft snores coming from you and the baby.

dadbod!toji who smiles to himself when he realizes that the baby sleeps way faster on his warm and soft chest.

dadbod!toji who finds you on the couch after putting the baby to bed and pulling you into his lap and kissing you passionately.

"toji what was that for?" You questioned with a small giggle.

"lets have another one."

"hm?"

"you heard me women." he said with a smirk and pulled you into another deep kiss.

"toji what are are you-"

"I wanna get you pregnant again, make you a mama a second time. please." he held your chin gently, but the look in his eyes was anything but innocent.

"please make me a dad again." he said in between kisses.

"please baby."

dadbod!toji who has you on your back sprawled open on the couch, your legs bent over his shoulders as he pressed your thighs against your chest, pounding into you relentlessly.

His huge thighs slapping against the bottom of your ass as he rammed his thick cock into your pussy, he felt even bigger then before.

"t-toji I-i cant. its-its too much." you whine, tears of pleasure brimming your eyes, and gliding down your cheeks.

"shhh, its okay mama-fuck- you can take it. I know you can." he says as kisses away your tears, pounding into you harder than he ever has before.

you grab onto each of his biceps and squeeze as hard as you can, moaning out while his cock hits all the right spots, the pain never felt so good.

"toji, m'gonna-fuck! m'gonna cum!" you squeal out.

"cum with me baby. m'gonna fill you up so good ~plap~ get this belly~plap~ nice and round again hm? ~plap~ youre gonna look ~plap~ so beautiful ~plap~ with my kid inside you baby.~plap~ make me a daddy again."

dadbod!toji who admires you sound asleep on his chest, making a silent vow to himself to not lose the weight just yet.

I mean who else is gonna be your human maternity pillow?

another toji drabble/hc my period is making me fucking feral and horny so yuh, not proofread btw :p

divider creds: @cafekitsune

dad and son content for the chat🙂‍↕️

“I don’t have it.” He claims, but one swift look at the child tells Toji all he needs to know. Toji begins to walk to the child’s bedroom, and the moment he steps into the room he notices a plushie that’s out of place. He moves it to the side to find his cologne and as well as the ring box.

“Megumi, what did I tell you about lying?” Toji sternly speaks, looking at the child that’s less than half his size. Megumi looks at his feet in shame, not because he feels bad but because he’s been caught.

“To only do it when it helps you.” Megumi responds, barely audible for the man. Toji doesn’t care to discipline the child too much, he’s running out of time. He’ll deal with Megumi later.

I have a new obsession

I love an independent, strong reader.

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚

pairing: businessman!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: modern au. infidelity {bucky is having an affair}, alcohol use, drug mention {not an action, used as a metaphor} explicit sexual content. full of angst.

prompt: i’m not the only one by sam smith

writer’s note: this is for my sugarplum, @samthemarvelfan’s writing challenge. thank you so much for hosting love, and for being so gracious when i mentioned my entry would be a bit late. i absolutely adore you, and i hope you enjoy this xx

dividers are by @/firefly-graphics

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

Lillies.

Delicate, soft — sensitive to your nose as you welcome him home.

Red was the colour of his cheeks; scrubbed vigorously and void of the remnants lipstick would have left — too bad he missed the spot on his collar.

Like always, you washed it clean; bleach, detergent, softener. You’d perfected the method.

Touches remained the same; gentle hands and ardent kisses. As though an apology was spilling from his tongue.

Open wounds of the heart were treated with quick fixes — no bandaids were required when the alcohol swallowed would numb the pain.

Tears were easy to deny, searing your skin each night as you turned; back facing his while enduring another restless slumber.

Mornings were safe, the adoring moments spent together before he walked out the door. A time you could pretend everything remained as it once was — out of sight, out of mind.

For now, it was enough.

The feeling of his love was always sincere; three simple words calming the withering storm.

Vows had been shared, an oath declared.

Yet, sometimes you wonder if he ever really gave you his heart. Lord knows he kept yours.

“How did it go?” You ask, perched on the end of your shared bed as he changes into a sweatshirt. He’d already taken a shower; washing away the deceit.

“Was okay,” he replies as he walks over, slotting himself between your thighs. “The merger is almost over.”

Purring, you tuck your hands under his shirt and rub them soothingly; comforting as a line forms between his brows. “Are you ready for that?”

And he smiles, the same one that made you fall in love all those years ago; crinkled eyes and dimples barely visible beneath the stubble.

“Means I get more time with you.” He leans forward, mouth brushing yours.

“What’re you doin’, Buck?” The question ends onset a giggle; voice light and airy as he trails kisses down your neck.

“Mm, missed you.” He pushes forward, moving you to the centre of the bed as you fall on your back. “‘S been too long since you’ve been under me, bun.”

The nickname fills you with an adorning nostalgia, lacing your veins like a well-sought drug; embracing the intoxication after being without it for so long.

Bucky pulls your legs apart, fingers dancing over the slickening centre of your underwear. “So pretty for me, baby.”

Baby.

There’s something detached in the endearment; a distant memory of conversation as he laughed about it’s lack of originality — seemingly unimportant.

“Maybe not tonight, Buck.” You try your best to act indifferent; swallowing the lump that lodges itself in your throat. “I don’t feel too well.”

He watches you closely for a moment, confusion crossing his features as something unknown festers. “That’s okay,” he promises; pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

The blankets are warm, familiar as they cover you both. A part of you wants space — distance between you both as you try to shake the nausea.

Except, he wraps his arms around your frame; pulling you into his chest tightly. “I love you, bun.”

Fingers intertwining, you bring them to your mouth as you kiss softly; settling into his body as you beg for a sense of normalcy. “I love you too.”

The house is quiet for a Saturday morning.

Usually, you awoke to the sound of a pan sizzling; Bucky whistling along to whatever song was playing on the radio.

There’s a note by the coffee pot, a simple;

had to go into the office, be home by 5 xx

You wonder how long you can keep fooling yourself into believing him. How many more trips away, prolonged contracts and late night phone calls could you take?

A fire threatens to start; burning with frustration as you wonder where he is, who he’s with. That’s the worst part, you suppose, not knowing what was worth the destruction of your marriage.

Because how do you fix something you hadn’t known was broken? Not until you’d cut yourself on the fragments of his lies — the shattered promises.

An answer finds you later, as Bucky walks through the door with flowers hidden behind his back. An apology spewed like salt to your open wounds.

“It’s okay.” It isn’t.

He washes away the sour taste on your tongue with sweet words; gripping your chin as mouths meet for a passionate kiss.

Dusk was approaching, the sky illuminating golden hues across his features; warmth radiated from his touch, a tease to the cold that had seeped into your pores.

“You’re so beautiful,” he compliments; pushing you against the wall as he bunches your skirt at the waist. “Don’t know what I did to deserve you, bun.”

Something twists in your gut at the words. “You were a good man.” The past tense goes ignored. “Couldn’t stop myself from falling for you.”

He takes advantage of it, smiling against your lips. “It’s been so long since I’ve had you, darlin’. Need to taste you, want to feel you come undone beneath me.”

And unlike the other night, you embraced his hold on you; pushing forward as you feel him pulse beneath his slacks.

Bucky takes you apart in a way only he knows how; playing with the lines of your body the way he does the strings of your heart. Tugging and pulling — all consuming as he swallows your cries.

You don’t know where he begins and where you end, but the feeling of him inside of you; full and thick, has you begging for more.

It’s always fervent; hot and heavy as he moulds your body to his. Bucky could ruin you, over and over again, until there was nothing left. And still, you’d give him more. Every last bit of you — maybe that way, he wouldn’t stray. Wouldn’t need the reason to.

“Let go for me, bun.” His voice is molasses, heady in tone as he pleads for you to come. “Show me how much you’ve missed me, show me how you need me.”

With bitten lips and heated cheeks, you fold to his command; sobbing his name like it was holy — a prayer on your tongue as you worship his touch.

The feeling of warmth spreads through your loins as he releases inside of you; seed dripping from your entrance as he whispers his love against your mouth.

Moonlight reflects in his eyes as you reconcile. Sweat slicked foreheads pressed against each other’s as his fingers flutter along the curve of your spine.

A part of you wonders if this is his own reprieve, a selfish exoneration from his crimes as his duplicit heart beats against your ear.

Sleep finds him easy, as though he had nothing to fret come the morning. Although something tells you, you wouldn’t be as fortunate.

“I saw them together.”

The words ring like ultrasonic waves, stinging your senses as you try to not coil away from Sharon’s sensitive touch.

“No.” Denial is easy, normal. “You’re wrong, I’m sure it isn’t what you’re thinking.”

Her approach is timid, as though she were approaching a scared, lonely fawn. “Bucky’s having an affair.”

“He wouldn’t.” Your voice breaks; the ring around your finger constricting.

“I know you love him,” she says. “But you deserve better than someone who would hurt you like this.”

“And you’re sure? That it’s her?”

Sharon leaves you with a photo, evidence of the one confrontation you never wanted to meet.

They’re close, his lips on her neck as a small smile plays on hers. Bucky’s hands are wrapped around her waist; close and intimate, in a way that only a lover’s would.

You hover the delete button, a potential threat removed, if you choose.

The sound of heavy footsteps distract you, Bucky’s call of your name making you lock the device before he can see it.

“There you are, bun.” He grins, arms outstretched as he pulls you in for a hug. “I was callin’ out for you, did Sharon stop by?”

This was the opportunity, maybe if he confessed, you could work on moving forward — together. “She was out by Morningside today.” Bucky tenses, humming quietly. “Weren’t you out that way too?”

Silence stretches in the air, and you hear his sharp intake of breath as your throat begins to swell. You step back to look into his eyes, waiting for his admittance.

“Actually I was out by Riverside, Sam wanted to have lunch there.”

Water burns your irises, a bitter smile on your face as you watch his brows furrow, bottom lip twitching as he gives it away. “Really?” You indulge him, wondering if he’ll take the bait.

A quick kiss is gifted, palms wiped down against the same brown coat you saw in the photo. “Yeah,” he agrees; subject changing quickly as he searches for a bottle of water in the fridge.

“Buck?” Your tone is light, treading carefully as he turns around. “C’mere.”

Surprises flashes across his features, and you wonder if he knows — that you know.

Time is your ally, and you bide it deliberately as your hands brush over his pristine buttons. “Get on your knees.”

He abides swiftly; pushing your panties to the side as your dress is removed. Your hands tug on his locks, guiding him toward your centre as he moves your leg over his shoulder.

Bucky never tires of the way you taste; saccharine on his tongue with slight zest. It’s addicting, and he treats it as such; swallowing down your nectar as you grind against him, beard burning your inner thighs as he tries for your forgiveness.

Fingernails dig into the flesh of your ass, encouraging your movements as your whines reach their peak; pouring slick into his mouth as you fall apart.

Huffing breaths fill the room, and you seperate yourself on shaky legs. You feel his hand reach out for yours, but you move away without a glance; picking up your dress and leaving him to deal with the mess.

There’s a hand on the middle of your back, guiding you through the restaurant.

Bucky’s been extra attentive, showering you with quality time and affirming words. It was enough for you to try — you’d been together for nearly ten years, and you couldn’t find it in you to give that up for something you weren’t sure existed anymore. A lapse in judgement.

But then, you see purple.

It’s striking against the red; complimentary tones as her eyes dazzle like emeralds among the candlelight.

“You remember Natasha?” Bucky introduces you to the table, vision focused on you. “My assistant.”

“Of course.” You smile politely at her, the younger woman who tries her best to not waver under your stare. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Natasha stutters, gaze flickering from Bucky to yours. “You too, Mrs. Barnes.”

The dinner is quick, barely any fuss as you catch up with those you know — Sam, Steve, Tony. All familiar faces who seemingly sense the underlying tension between the three of you who sit together.

With a peck to Bucky’s cheek, you make your way to the restroom in dire need of a moment alone. Closing your eyes for a second, you inhale deeply before washing your hands, only a small moment to yourself as your hear the door open.

“Sorry,” Natasha says; moving next to you by one of the sinks. “Just thought I’d clean up.”

The shiny silver on her wrist catches your attention, a single charm hanging off it that makes your stomach churn.

“My husband bought me one like that when we were first dating,” you tell her. “I was so enamoured with him, you know? Which is why falling in love was so easy.”

She looks down, thumb brushing over the bracelet.

You continue, “Bucky is charming, enigmatic and he’s a good man.”

“He’s been very determined with this deal.” Natasha nods, jaw clenching as she avoids your eyes.

“Yes, he has.” You dry your hands, leaving her with one last thought. “But sometimes, he becomes addicted to the chase. I’m sure you know what I mean.”

By the time you reach the table, Bucky is standing with an affectionate smile. “You good, bun?”

Taking his hand in yours, you return his gesture. “Let’s go home.”

It feels like your head is finally above water; floating amongst the calm as Bucky lays beside you, basking in the sunlight that glows.

Everything feels right, the Earth on it’s axis as balance restores your relationship once more.

The bliss is ignorance, falling back into old habits as he declares his love for you. Future plans of beginning a family are made. And you almost let yourself feel the relief you’ve been so desperately seeking.

“We are not naming our child Galadriel,” you giggle; baby book in hand as you both lay in bed.

Bucky pouts, “At least it’s different!”

Kissing his lips, you murmur, “You’re so adorable when you’re all geeked out.”

“And you, are so sexy when you’re talking about our kid.” Bucky grins, taking the book from you before placing it on the bedside table.

“Mm, what’re you sayin’, Buck?” The question is a courtesy when you already know the answer. Your legs wrap around his waist, already removing the clothes that cover your bodies.

“Wanna start a family with you, bun.” His tone is so earnest, it makes you forget the worries that plague your mind.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“‘S all I want, darlin’.” The tip of his hard length nudges your opening, coating himself in your slick. “You, me, and our little family we’ll make together.”

The test is negative.

Because you should’ve known the perceived perfection was a mirage.

The singular line a forewarning for what comes next.

I’m sorry.

Attached to Steve’s text message is a photo — of them; hands clasped together tightly as they sit on a park bench, foreheads pressed together as their lips are mid speech.

You feel foolish for letting yourself get swept up in the hurricane of Bucky’s love. How swiftly it cocoons you — devours you — destroys you. Leaving nothing but the scattered debris of your heart behind.

Strength isn’t always visible, loud, obvious.

It doesn’t need to be prideful.

Yours comes in many layers — empathy, second chances, understanding, reflection. It’s more than physicality. Worth decades of experience, of learning.

That’s why you stand tall as Bucky shouts, veins pulsing with anger as he pulls at his hair.

“You’re crazy!” He yells. “I wouldn’t do that to you!”

The dichotomy of his arguments is almost terrifying — one of a man you don’t recognise, and one of the man you loved.

Still, you’re passive in your approach. The images are louder than his roaring, and you can see as he deflates; expression crumbling under the proof.

“It meant nothin’.” His hands shake as they hold onto your face; tremors befalling your frame. “But you, darlin’ you are everything.”

Venom spits at him with every word that leaves your mouth. “How could you ruin everything for something that was nothing?”

“I fucked up, I know.” Bucky’s thumb finds solace in the dip of your chin. “It was a mistake, somethin’ that went too far. But I promise, it was never anything serious.”

You laugh, unable to decipher whether he believes himself. “She’s in love with you.”

“I don’t care.” The words sting, even though they shouldn’t, because you have no loyalty to Natasha. But there’s something in the way he writes her off, like she truly meant so little that it makes you feel sick for her.

“Who are you?” You mumble, pushing him away as you massage your temples.

Bucky tries a different approach — more delicate this time as he presses his chest to your back. “I’m still the same man you fell in love with. Please, bun. Let me prove it to you.”

Perhaps your weakness, came in the way you yielded to him, if only for a few hours more. The release of your frustration, of the hurt and pain — the endurance of a broken marriage that you’d tried to fix on your own.

It’s rushed, anguished; the build up of emotions that can only be released in the space between your bodies. Kisses are bruising and mean, touches are harsh and contused.

He sears your skin like an iron, permanently etched into your flesh with his mark. One that will be scoured raw, and with time, that you’ll be rid of.

Bucky wakes up to a cold bed, your side empty as he stretches. He searches for you, softly calling your name, only to be greeted by the quiet.

Rolling over, he smiles to himself as the lingering Gardenia scent of your perfume fills his nostrils. Lulling him to serenity as he begins his day.

It’s not until he reaches the kitchen, does he see the ring — next to a manila folder, with a note addressed to him.

James,

I have loved you, for so many years. And while I thought that would be enough for you, I’ve come to recognise that it’ll never be.

You’ve made me realise my deepest fears; breaking our vows, and my heart in the process.

Everything I thought I knew about you was a lie, and for that, I can never forgive you.

It’s over. We’re done.

I just hope it was worth it, and that one day, you’ll make peace with yourself the same way I have.

Goodbye.

Connor my baby

— connor boyfriend headcanons!

fandom: Detroit become human

parings: connor(rk800) x reader

cw: fluff , smut mentions

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