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[holyinvader]

bruises in the bunker ཐི༏ཋྀ ˖ ࣪𓂃 pt.two s.w

after a fight between you and sam broke out, dean comes back to rationalize the comedown.

sam winchester x hunter!reader ໒꒱ wc. 901

part one ໒꒱ ©holyinvader

dean's pulled up a chair, pointing to it sternly.

"sit." he demands, looking you dead in the eye. he turns to sam, seeing him trying his best to look anymore but at you. sam pulls a chair up for himself, sitting across the way from you without as so much giving you a look.

"now what was this stupid fight so bad about that you two had to start throwing hit at one another?" dean said looking between the two of you like a pissed off father. neither of you spoke, each looking at a different wall and trying not to make eye contact with each other.

"oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize that my questions are rhetorical. someone, start talking." that's when sam finally looked at you, seeing the way you clutched at your arm where he had grabbed hold of you a little too tightly. your breaths shaky and unsteady as you tried to recover from the impact.

"things just got too heated, and we both just snapped. I didn't-" sam paused, careful to tread lightly around his wrong doing.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, we both just got caught up. she threw a few punches and I just lost control of myself." dean looked at you with disappointment all over his face, lips pursed as he ran a hand over his features.

"honestly, I don't know what has gotten into you two. the fighting? it's gotten out of hand, and I'm not going to let this sit and stew again for the next time you both decide to try and kill each other. so, you're both gonna sit here and talk to each other like the grown ass adults you both are and start acting like it." you knew dean was going to do this, he always did. trying to parent the both of you like it was up to him to dictate how you and sam handled your disagreements.

you sat there for a minute, clutching the hem of your shirt to anchor yourself. knuckled burning white from how tight you gripped the fabric. you stood to your feet, walking directly past dean and sam and heading for your room. before you could successfully get to the corridor you heard dean's voice pipe up.

"so what, you're just gonna walk away?" dean's question frustrated you, his tone of voice came across at a straight attack on you. you stopped in your tracks, hands balled into fists by your sides as you turned on your heel to face the both of them.

"I have nothing to say." you kept your voice as calm as you could, but you'd be lying if you said there wasn't an attitude hidden under it.

"last time I checked we don't just check out of disagreements." dean said, taking a few steps towards you and tilting his head slightly at you. you let out a dry scoff at his choice of words, like they meant something.

"that's rich." you muttered under your breath, looking over the interior of the bunker library you all seemed to stay gathered in.

"what?" dean asked, confusion evident in his tone and all over his face. your eyes met sam's for a brief moment before turning you focus back to dean.

"nothing." you said, shaking your head and turning back around to continue your attention back to getting to your room for some peace. but dean wasn't having it.

"no, you got something to say to me, you say it." you stopped again, biting your bottom lip and sucking in a harsh breath through your nose. nails digging into your palms at your side while turning back to look at both the winchesters standing across the room from you.

"you know, you think I know nothing? the constant fighting between you two over who gets to sacrifice themselves? who gets to sell their soul to save the other? you two have spent your whole lives disagreeing every step of the way. sam, you literally walked out on dean for a demon!" you tipped over the edge, that anger once again returning for round two of the fight that could go sideways once again but you didn't care.

"yeah and you think I didn't hate myself after all of it? you think that I fight with people because I don't care? I do care!" sam spoke for the first time since dean's dictatorship took over the conversation. the room fell silent for a moment, awkward tension between the three of you now.

"dean can you leave us for a moment?" sam's tone had changed from fiery to calm within seconds. asking for dean to excuse himself from the conversation. dean looked back at sam, almost offended.

"oh I'm not going anywhere until I know for sure you're not going to rip each other's heads off." dean crossed his arms over his chest, head turning back towards you and eyeing you down like you were some demon out to harm sam in some way.

"we need to talk in private. please?" sam begged so slightly, watching dean shake his head before turning on his heel and striding past you with a slightly disgusted look. it made you uncomfortable but you weren't going to show it. not to him. once you both heard the door to his room slam shut you turned you attention back onto sam.

"okay, talk."

.☘︎ ݁˖ vader .☘︎ ݁˖ maybe part three?

[holyinvader]

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[holyinvader]

bruises in the bunker ཐི༏ཋྀ ˖ ࣪𓂃 s.w

a fight breaks out between you and sam after a disagreement about your hunt.

sam winchester x hunter!reader ໒꒱ wc 682

this fight with sam was bad, really bad. you had no idea how it even really started in the first place, dean was over it and couldn't handle it anymore so when he left the bunker for you and sam to sort things out it only got worse from there.

"if you weren't so pissed off at everyone and the world you'd realize that what you did out there-" sam flexed out his arm, gesturing towards the front door. "-almost got the vic killed!" he was trying not to yell, his voice a little strained and eyes slitted towards you.

"what I did? you're so fucking focused on my actions and what I'm doing that you're not even doing your own job properly. and if you're not gonna do it, guess it's just up to me and dean to cover your ass then huh?!" you huffed at sam, standing tall despite his height superseding yours by a mile.

"right, and you mean by covering my ass, using the vic as bait for the spirit to mutilate. No I get it, as long as the job gets done, you don't care who gets hurt?" sarcasm dripped from his question, putting fuel on the already out-of-control fire that was started between the two of you.

"of course I care!" you yelled back harshly, voice a little hoarse from all of the going back and forth at the top of your lunges at each other.

"really? cause it sure as shit doesn't seem like it! so what, you're-you're pissed off because your brother ran off and chose not to hunt with you anymore? jeez, wonder what you did wrong for him to do that!" you didn't mean to do it, all you could see was a blurred sam in your vision as anger clouded your judgement and forced your fist to fly at his jaw.

his body turned with his head, stumbling back slightly as he took your hit hard. a small scrape appearing on his jawline as he turned back to you, bottom of his palm pressed against the spot you had just marked up. he saw the way your brows were knitted together, the bridge of your nose scrunched and throat swallowing hard.

"guess all that time spent with dean has taught you something huh?" you knew it was another dig, another way for him to get back at you. and it got under your skin in an uncomfortable way. you knew there was a slight undertone to what he was stating. an undertone you didn't take too lightly that was for sure.

without another thought, your red knuckles colided with his jaw again, and when he came back from the hit your arm raised once again to throw another blow to his face. but before it could land, his hand grabbed ahold of your forearm to hold you back. he was trying his best to keep you calm.

but when your arms were of no use, you began to kick at his knees and ankles. Sam's next reaction didn't come lightly, his anger getting the best of him as it reached it's boiling point and he threw you against the wall in retaliation. he didn't mean to do it, he was shocked at himself for even allowing himself to get that upset.

the slam against the wall took the wind out of you, stumbling while hunched over, you looked up at Sam through cold eyes.

"I-I didn't-" before Sam could say anything further, the door to the bunker opened and echoed through the corridors. dean walking in with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets and pacing into the room with concern in his eyes. his brows flexed together as he took in the both of you, bruises beginning to swell and form on sam's face.

"what happened?" he looked at you now, seeing you hold your forearm where sam had grabbed and gripped a little too harshly, leaving soft pink fingerprints on the skin. your breathing uneven and wheezy as you tried to catch your breath again.

part two? let me know...

.☘︎ ݁˖ vader .☘︎ ݁˖

[holyinvader]

❝sam winchester hcs❞

sam winchester ; werewolf!reader ; headcannon

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ ཐི༏ཋྀ ˖ ࣪𓂃

𐙚 sam makes sure that every cycle you're chained up and secured within the bunker , he takes extra measures to ensure you won't get out no matter what.

𐙚 he makes sure that when the sun is back up and you're sleeping soundly in the corner of the vault, he'll come in and pick you up, carrying you in his arms carefully back to his room and laying you down on fresh sheets before heading to the bathroom to run you a hot bath.

𐙚 he always notices the bruises, the scratches self inflicted on yourself from when you're transformed. but he understands you have no control over it. he always grazes his fingers over your scarred skin, where you were first bitten on your shoulder. the bumpy skin feels soft under his fingers.

𐙚 sam has your cycle synced to his phone calendar, always tracking it and keeping up to date with it. but that's not the only thing he'll keep track of, he's also always tracking your mating cycle.

𐙚 you during your mating cycle, breeding season, whatever you wanna call it. sam can always tell when it's right around the corner, not only by tracking it but he sees it in the way you do certain things.

𐙚 he notices when you start nesting, 'preparing to be bred' sam once phrased during a heat of am argument you two were having. most of your fights are about you being a werewolf. sam's obsession with finding a cure for it and you choosing not to get your hopes up and accepting who you are.

𐙚 "you of all people know what it's like to be different, to be a freak. to be called a monster. I thought you would understand." "of course I understand! I just also know that if we keep searching, something is bound to come up!" "doesn't change what I am sam! you think that you can always save everyone, but you can't save me!"

𐙚 when mating season is upon you, there's no research or lore or evidence from anyone that can tell sam how to handle it. he tries not to get in your way too much, allowing you to do what you need to do. especially when it comes to having sex.

𐙚 during sex sam will typically take care of you, make you feel as good as politely as he can. soft, missionary with gentle 'i love yous' being whispered across your skin - well that's when you're not pumped up on hormones coursing through your body.

𐙚 when it's mating season, nothing is off-limits. it's the one time a year sam sees what an absolute menace you can be in the bedroom. right before your lunar cycle is always the most intense too. you'll cry all day until he comes and takes care of you.

𐙚 he'll push your body into positions you'd never actually do under normal circumstances. his favourite was always the mating press, pushing your legs back into your plush breasts, everything exposed to his gaze as it fixates on his cock sliding in and out of your squelching hole.

𐙚 he lets your scratch, bite, mark him as much as you want. he secretly loves the way it elevates his pleasure when you're sinking your teeth into his palm and scraping your nails down his biceps.

𐙚 he'll do anything you ask during that time to help you get your fix. he'll choke you, spank, hoist you up against the wall and bounce his dick inside of you until you're spilling out down his shaft.

𐙚 these sessions can go for hours, so he'll do everything to ensure he doesn't tucker himself out. he'll start with just pumping his long fingers inside you, pulling four-five-six orgasms out of you before shoving his tongue along your clit and lapping as your cunt as if he was a starved man.

𐙚 after multiple rounds of oral and playing with your pussy will be finally give in and let you have his cock, already weeping at the tip along his flushed pink head, pushing it past your folds into your slick drenched cunt.

𐙚 sam will do his best to last a few hours for you, edging himself constantly without taking away from your pleasure too much. but when he finally does get to come, he's desperate. he can't help the way he practically yelps as his cum starts spurting into you.

𐙚 his grip on you is tight, fingers digging into your skin leaving deep, pink crescents in your flesh. continuing to thrust himself through his high to make sure you milk every drop from his high so you're filled up properly. he loves the way your lower tummy has swelled after taking him, all filled up with his come.

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dean had gone inside the gas station, surely scoping out the whole place in desperate search of the pie section in the mini bakery. which left you and sam to pass the time amongst yourselves.

it hadn’t even been a full two minutes until sam cramped himself in the backseat of the impala, practically pouncing on you against the leather seats, which quickly began to grow sticky from the shared sweat. the windows fogged, and baby’s metal frame rocked above the parking lot’s pavement. sam was balls deep inside you, rocking and grinding his hips to sheath his fat cock through your meaty walls.

“g.. god—mm, fuck, sam—” your fingers threaded through the brunette strands on his head, clutching in time with the strong clench your pussy gave him, pulling him into you in both ways. sam moaned against your lips before sealing them with his own, a low grumble vibrating from his adam’s apple as you continued to pull him down by his hair.

the mutual gush between your bodies rang in your ears and coated the seats of dean’s precious car. sam ducked his head until it was snugly tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder, placing hot, slobbery kisses and sucking bruises on the skin of your collarbones.

sam shuddered as he came inside you, feeling his release begin to travel back to your opening and leak over the leather beneath the two of you. your lips clashed together once more as you rode out your highs, breaking with the quick sound of your mixed saliva, right as the bell to the gas station doors rang again, signaling dean’s return.

[holyinvader]

. ܁ ˖_ ❝𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬❞_ . ܁ ˖

been really craving some soulless!sam lately, so I conjured this up x

Soulless Sam who never says good morning to you, not unless he has intentions of something which usually is him coming onto you strongly and making you whine beneath him before 8am in the morning.

Soulless Sam who doesn't care for privacy for yourself, if you're showering he'll just walk in without saying a word to do whatever. which usually ends up with his clothes gone, he's in the shower with your legs wrapped around his waist fucking you against the tiled wall and having his name drip from your mouth with every squeal he can pull from you.

Soulless Sam who will eye up random chicks at the bar on a night out, even flirt with them to get under your skin. he's never reassuring that you're exclusive so you can't be too upset. but you also hate watching him give the same attention to other women that he does to you.

Soulless Sam who doesn't hesitate to make sure that you feel small, that you know your place. he refuses to let you get away with flirting with men at bars and diners, as soon as you leave together he's shoving you up against a brick wall and calling you names without a pang of empathy for you. he's possessive without a care for you.

Soulless Sam who will creep into your room at night, standing over the end of your bed watching you stir in your sleep, covers thrown off of your naked body. his hand creeps down to his member on his boxes, freeing it and jerking it aggressively while staring some at you with pure lust.

Soulless Sam who takes things too far, if you're having sex and tell him you have a kink, he goes next level. Spanking? your ass will welt and be out of commission for the next week and sitting will be hell. Choking? he's not stopping until you're passed out beneath him, still fucking you relentlessly until you come too again.

.☘︎ ݁˖ vader .☘︎ ݁˖ want more? requests are open!

[holyinvader]

i actually LOVE your work and i need more supernatural works !! anyways thank you for all you do and yeah have a good day!! 🤍

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[holyinvader]

. ܁ ˖_ ❝𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬❞_ . ܁ ˖

been really craving some soulless!sam lately, so I conjured this up x

Soulless Sam who never says good morning to you, not unless he has intentions of something which usually is him coming onto you strongly and making you whine beneath him before 8am in the morning.

Soulless Sam who doesn't care for privacy for yourself, if you're showering he'll just walk in without saying a word to do whatever. which usually ends up with his clothes gone, he's in the shower with your legs wrapped around his waist fucking you against the tiled wall and having his name drip from your mouth with every squeal he can pull from you.

Soulless Sam who will eye up random chicks at the bar on a night out, even flirt with them to get under your skin. he's never reassuring that you're exclusive so you can't be too upset. but you also hate watching him give the same attention to other women that he does to you.

Soulless Sam who doesn't hesitate to make sure that you feel small, that you know your place. he refuses to let you get away with flirting with men at bars and diners, as soon as you leave together he's shoving you up against a brick wall and calling you names without a pang of empathy for you. he's possessive without a care for you.

Soulless Sam who will creep into your room at night, standing over the end of your bed watching you stir in your sleep, covers thrown off of your naked body. his hand creeps down to his member on his boxes, freeing it and jerking it aggressively while staring some at you with pure lust.

Soulless Sam who takes things too far, if you're having sex and tell him you have a kink, he goes next level. Spanking? your ass will welt and be out of commission for the next week and sitting will be hell. Choking? he's not stopping until you're passed out beneath him, still fucking you relentlessly until you come too again.

.☘︎ ݁˖ vader .☘︎ ݁˖ want more? requests are open!

[darlingdollkiss]

thinking about jason todd showering with you.

tags: smut smut smut smut

he likes just watching you at first. the intimacy of the moment, you washing your hair and your body. it’s calming, seeing the water run over you. the calm look on your face.

he likes when you try to reach up and wash his hair for you. wet chest pressed against his, fingers stretching up to his scalp.

once you’ve finished cleaning yourself, he gets bold, kissing you, pressing you against the shower wall. the shower is still running, washing over the two of you as he holds you tight against the wall.

he lifts your thighs up, and taps them lightly as you wrap your legs around his waist. he mumbles a gentle “good girl.” and lets his lips trail down to the top of your boobs.

once he’s done assaulting your collarbone and neck with kisses and nibbles, he finally adjusts you, his tip now teasing your soaking entrance.

he’s hard, and big. thick, veiny, it makes you bite your lip. he pushes in, and you cry out.

after settling him self in there for a minute, he finally starts to move inside of you. slow, rough thrusts at first, that have your back gently slapping against the wall, and your moans getting louder.

he speeds up, whispering into your ear. “so good f’me.” “my girl, huh? all mine.” “you like it like this, against the wall.”

and god you do. you love it like this. and you can feel your orgasm coming close. he can feel you clenching and he can hear your moans shift into breathier, “yesyesyesyes”’s.

he lets you cum first, always the gentleman, and fucks you through it, chasing his own orgasm. when he does finish, it’s with a grunt of your name, and his wet forehead pressed against yours.

he washes your body again gently after that, peppering soft kisses all over your body.

[unearthlydust]

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[holyinvader]

w e t .

[holyinvader]

sexting with jason...mdni 20+

Jason LOVES sending dick pics.

it's probably one of his favourite things to do when he can't see you in person.

he loves the build up, working himself up til he's painfully hard. tip a deep shade of purple and leaking through his boxers. he makes sure if he's going to send something that he puts effort into making it worth your while.

pulling his member out, his hand wrapped around the bottom of the base, band of his boxers strapped under his balls. his dick leaning against his lower stomach, following these pictures are the most foul fucking phrases.

'so fucking hard for you, gonna stuff you full of my cum next time you're here.'

'send me your cunt now.'

'shove as many fingers into that pink pussy for me ;)'

and you wasted no time sending something back, lingerie mirror pictures, back pussy shots, toys and fingers buried deep inside you.

that only made him more aggressive, if he wasn't practically humping his fucking fist he was now. desperate to feel as close to you as possible.

the next text to come through is always a video, his cock in pain view as he fucks himself with his palm chasing a release. his moans and hushed curses.

'fuck, please baby I need you so bad.'

'gonna cum so hard to you.'

'wish I was there showing you how to take care of that pussy.'

'don't cum yet, I'm so close.'

eventually it turns into a video call, his desperate whiny moans still finding a way to dominate you.

'fucking keeps those legs spread.'

'dont your dare cum without me.'

'fucking desperate slut, aren't you?'

he has a private folder with all your photos and videos for his own personal collection.

[holyinvader]

sexting with jason...mdni 20+

Jason LOVES sending dick pics.

it's probably one of his favourite things to do when he can't see you in person.

he loves the build up, working himself up til he's painfully hard. tip a deep shade of purple and leaking through his boxers. he makes sure if he's going to send something that he puts effort into making it worth your while.

pulling his member out, his hand wrapped around the bottom of the base, band of his boxers strapped under his balls. his dick leaning against his lower stomach, following these pictures are the most foul fucking phrases.

'so fucking hard for you, gonna stuff you full of my cum next time you're here.'

'send me your cunt now.'

'shove as many fingers into that pink pussy for me ;)'

and you wasted no time sending something back, lingerie mirror pictures, back pussy shots, toys and fingers buried deep inside you.

that only made him more aggressive, if he wasn't practically humping his fucking fist he was now. desperate to feel as close to you as possible.

the next text to come through is always a video, his cock in pain view as he fucks himself with his palm chasing a release. his moans and hushed curses.

'fuck, please baby I need you so bad.'

'gonna cum so hard to you.'

'wish I was there showing you how to take care of that pussy.'

'don't cum yet, I'm so close.'

eventually it turns into a video call, his desperate whiny moans still finding a way to dominate you.

'fucking keeps those legs spread.'

'dont your dare cum without me.'

'fucking desperate slut, aren't you?'

he has a private folder with all your photos and videos for his own personal collection.

[holyinvader]

jason receiving head...mdni 20+

jason had a nasty habit for being a head pusher, but he just couldn't help it. the way you gagged around him as he pushed your head further down his cock, spit gargling in the back of your throat as you dragged your nails deep into the skin on the back of his thighs.

red trail marks that sent a sensation straight to the head of his dick. leaking all over your buds across your tongue, a warm salty taste. his favourite part though, was when he pulled himself back out to let you actually breathe.

your mouth hung open and tongue dangling out of your mouth like a panting, needy dog. eyes half lidded in a fucked out state as his cock sat heavy and hot on your tongue. you could literally see the steam rising off it from your point of view.

he tilted your head back more, forcing you to look up at him with those dead eyes.

"you ready for some more?" his voice was taunting with a hint of care, he would never push you past your limit unless you asked. when you nodded in response, your dry mouth beginning to water as he slid himself back into your mouth, letting you hollow cheeks around him and swirling your tongue along the frenulum.

"oooh fuuuuck yeahhhh" the way he dragged those words past his lips as a praise, how he relished in the fact you not only sucked cock but looked so fucking good while you did it. stuffed to the brim by his thickness, veins pressed flush against your lips. a slight discomfort to your jaw was worth the price of getting him off.

and when he jerked himself as he was bottoming out on your face and tits, watching you drop your tongue out and taste him.

if he was bad for anything it was the multiple orgasms it took to actually wear him out. destroying each and every one of your holes just to satisfy his needs.

[holyinvader]

jason receiving head...mdni 20+

jason had a nasty habit for being a head pusher, but he just couldn't help it. the way you gagged around him as he pushed your head further down his cock, spit gargling in the back of your throat as you dragged your nails deep into the skin on the back of his thighs.

red trail marks that sent a sensation straight to the head of his dick. leaking all over your buds across your tongue, a warm salty taste. his favourite part though, was when he pulled himself back out to let you actually breathe.

your mouth hung open and tongue dangling out of your mouth like a panting, needy dog. eyes half lidded in a fucked out state as his cock sat heavy and hot on your tongue. you could literally see the steam rising off it from your point of view.

he tilted your head back more, forcing you to look up at him with those dead eyes.

"you ready for some more?" his voice was taunting with a hint of care, he would never push you past your limit unless you asked. when you nodded in response, your dry mouth beginning to water as he slid himself back into your mouth, letting you hollow cheeks around him and swirling your tongue along the frenulum.

"oooh fuuuuck yeahhhh" the way he dragged those words past his lips as a praise, how he relished in the fact you not only sucked cock but looked so fucking good while you did it. stuffed to the brim by his thickness, veins pressed flush against your lips. a slight discomfort to your jaw was worth the price of getting him off.

and when he jerked himself as he was bottoming out on your face and tits, watching you drop your tongue out and taste him.

if he was bad for anything it was the multiple orgasms it took to actually wear him out. destroying each and every one of your holes just to satisfy his needs.

[stamor]

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ex bf!jason todd, who still has your nail marks gathered down his back from the last time he fucked you after just another fight, and he refuses to let the scratches heal. so late at night, when he’s showering under hot, steaming water, he deliberately drags his own nails over the injured skin. just to keep them there, alive.

ex bf!jason todd, who leaves bites on the inside of your thighs every time he goes down on you during one of your… whatever you call it. his sharp canines digging into the soft flesh, strong enough to make you try and push him away by grabbing his hair. the next day, you see the trace of his teeth there, haunting you.

ex bf!jason todd, who keeps a private album of blurry videos and photos from when you were together. his favorite to watch? the one where you’re riding him slow, tits bouncing just for the camera, your face twisted in pleasure, moaning his name like it’s the only thing you know how to say.

ex bf!jason todd, who gets hard (the outline of his heavy cock unmistakable over his sweatpants) the second you slap him across the face whenever he was just yelling too much bullshit at you, not letting you speak. the next thing you know, you’re bent over the kitchen counter, soaked, ruined panties pulled aside, and your pussy stuffed full of him.

ex bf!jason todd, who still texts you at strange hours. 12:30 a.m., you know he’s back from patrol, and your phone lights up with a voice note from him. you hear his breathing, ragged and hard, then the wet sound of his fist pumping his cock, a low: “fuck, can’t stop thinking about you, baby.” and you should feel ashamed of yourself, because immediately your thighs squeeze together, looking for some relief.

ex bf!jason todd, who ties your wrists with his belt when he has you (once again) under him. not for the play, nor the adrenaline, but because he doesn’t trust himself anymore to not choke you when you say you’re done with him. this time for “good.” he fucks you raw, still refuses to use a condom because he knows there’s no one else. oh, he makes sure of it himself.

ex bf!jason todd, who tries to shove you away whenever you show up at his place, in nothing but shorts and a hoodie that used to be his. but instead, you end up on your knees in front of him, the warmth of your palm trying to wrap the base of his cock while he fucks your throat. and when he finally comes, he waits, until you choke on every drop, then pulls out, grips your jaw open and spits straight to your mouth. “swallow,” he rasps out, low, final.

ex bf!jason todd, who swears this is the last time, and makes you think so too. but the fights are too good, the yelling and the aftermath of sinking into your cunt makes it even better, so he just can’t leave you, right? he needs you. and for best or worst, you do too. so you always leave the door unlocked, because you know he’s coming back.

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[autistobrat]

absolutely hate it when I wake up tired like what the fuck did I lie unconscious for

[buckyalpine]

Warnings: 18+ dub con, smut, Dark Bucky, breeding kinks. I want some Dark twin Bucky. Jealous twin Bucky. Manipulative, sexy, mob boss twisted Bucky. His brother James is everything good, everything wholesome, everything perfect. James had everything in life, the nicest house, a respectable job, the sweetest wife. Oh, how sweet his wife was.

Bucky couldn’t care less for the perfect reputation his brother had nor did he care for the money, he had so much more. More power. More control. The only thing his brother had that he wanted for himself was you. His brother didn't value or care for you for what you were worth, always working, focused on business, leaving you in the large house all by yourself. Bucky would have never. Not if he had you.

Loving, gentle, soft as silk.

Pure, untainted, everything he wasn't.

He had to have you.

"Babydoll"

You smiled hearing your husband enter your shared bedroom as you got out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy towel around yourself before going to greet him. He sat at the edge of the bed with a knowing smirk, shamelessly eyeing you up and down like he always did, your cheeks heating up under his watchful stare. You loved how much he adored you. He strode over, humming at the scent of your body wash, his nose trailing up the column of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin, his hands wandering to the edge of your towel.

"Miss me, baby?" He pulled it off, letting it pool to the floor leaving you bare before him, picking you up and laying on on the mattress, you were so perfect, pliant, he could already smell your arousal, your nipples pebbled against the cold air begging for his warm mouth.

"moy kotenok" He purred, nipping at your earlobe, your brows knitting in confusion, he never spoke Russian to you, only his brother-

“James?” You squeak, your heart starting to beat rapidly, blood running cold. This wasn’t your husband. You tried to scramble away, cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head. You then noticed the dark ink that peekd beneath his shirt, his telltale silver chain slipping out and dangling above your face. Your husband only wore his wedding ring, you tried so hard, unable to move his heavy body off you.

"Bucky-Bucky get off, what are you doing-

"Taking what should be mine, kotenok, showing you what being loved by a real man is like" He crawled off you, thighs spread wide kneeling in front of you. "He doesn't know what you deserve printsessa"

He shoved your legs apart, holding them from squirming, your twitching pearl amusing him. "S'been long, hasn't it, you say you don't want me but that swollen button says otherwise, what if I-"

He spits onto your clit making you cry out, a rough calloused thumb coming down to flick it to his hearts content. Your body jolted at the sensation, it was wrong, so wrong, God it had been so fucking long...

No.

"Bucky st-stop" You hiccupped as he moved faster, he could see your slick dampening the sheets, his idiot brother didn't know what he was missing.

"Why would I do that, hm? Look at how your body responds to me, you want this. Gonna get you so pregnant, bunny” Bucky smirked, giving his thick bulge a squeeze, making a show of shamelessly palming his erection. “Y’wouldnt even know who the daddy is”

He doesn't waste a second pulling his cock out, grinning at the way your cunt welcomes him home despite your futile protests. You scratch at him between moans of pleasure, your legs wrapping around his tapered waist. He pounds into you with purpose, he wants his child in your belly, he couldn't wait to see his brother dote on you not knowing any better.

He got harder thinking about your breasts leaking with milk as you got bigger, milk to feed his baby, milk to feed him. He'd find a way.

"Gonna put my child in you printsessa, give you my baby, show you where a man puts his cum, you'll take it won't you bunny, such a good housewife"

"No-No you-you can't oh God!" Your body shudders as pleasure and guilt washes over you, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"That's right, cum for me, he can't make you cum like I can, don't think I haven't heard you with him, look at you, just a slutty little mess, you smell of sex kitten"

He intends on making the biggest mess in your pussy, needing it to drip onto the sheets you sleep in. You'd stay wrapped up in his essence while it leaked out of you, his sperm exactly where it needed to be, right in your belly-

"Get ready kitten, get ready to take it, fuck-squeezing me so good, tell me you want it, I know you do, m'gonna cum so hard for you princess, just for you, all this-fuck-do you feel it, s'all for you, SHIITTT" He roared, pumping you with the stutter of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall as he emptied himself, shamelessly moaning into your neck.

The next 9 months would be interesting.

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

You ought to be arrested cus you're killing me😩😍💀💀💀

Really hope we get to know more about this messy relationship, I'm absolutely invested

[buckyalpine]

ARREST ME