Hii I was wondering if you could write some yan main four x reader headcannons on their yandare tendencies. Like how each character would be like in a romantic relationship as a yandere and how they act, thanks!
I will gladly snatch any opportunity to yap about Kyle!!
Reader is gn since gender is not mentioned at all.
Might continue these with another part of solely smutty hcs, but for now these will stay mostly sfw except for some suggestive stuff (when I catch you Kenny when I catch you-)
- Starts off shy with a few odd quirks and gradually gets more insane
- A lot more tame when you're dating him
- Honestly probably the easiest to have a normal relationship with here as long as you keep him in check
- Doting on him often and being attentive makes him a lot less crazy
- Prioritize him and make sure he's always first to prevent him from getting drunk and killing someone
- Drinks less when he's dating you because you make him feel a lot better <3
- Codependent and clingy as hell to varying degrees based on how much attention you're going out of your way to give him
- Stalks follows you around secretly no matter what, but he'll be less invasive when you already give him more attention
- Physically affectionate, but is very hesitant to even touch you unless you give him permission or initiate it first
- Will still sneak into your room at night to cuddle if he's feeling lonely, though
- Trying to impress you 24/7 and will go into a depressive state if you don't think he's cool
- His vomiting reflex came back when he first met you, but he managed to get it under control when you started dating
- Writes lots of songs about you, but rarely plays them for you
- Gets jealous very easily because of his insecurity and gets very passive aggressive towards whoever he's jealous of
- Never outright controls what you do or who you hang out with, he doesn't care as long as you come home to love him
- If you end up accidentally neglecting him, he will have a displeased demeanor most of the time
- Chugs down a bottle of beer when he sees you laughing and hanging out with that one guy
- Doesn't feel remorse when he murders in a drunken stupor, disposing of the body and evidence more properly when he's sober
- If he gets your attention back as a result of him killing someone else, that will enable him to do it more easily
- Will absolutely guilt trip you into staying with him if he ever thinks that you're going to leave (which is something he worries more often than not)
- Really doesn't want to kidnap you, but absolutely will if you witness him killing someone or if you break up with him and don't show signs of coming back
Kyle Broflovski:
- Gets more emboldened whenever you yield to him, and dating him is pretty yielding
- Whether or not he acts like a good boyfriend is not an argument, he's very responsible and caring
- It's just what's beneath the surface that makes it extremely difficult to have a completely normal relationship with Kyle
- But everything unsavory is comfortably out of your sight, and everything restricting he does is easily just "for your own good"
- He does truly believe that what he's doing is right and comes up with logic to justify his bad actions, although that logic doesn't make sense without going through hoops
- Very attentive of your emotions, will always ask what upset you if you seem more gloomy
- Does everything in his power to make you dependent on him realize he's the perfect boyfriend by taking care of everything you need
- Treats you like you can't do anything for yourself
- Even if you insist you want to help him with tasks, he will refuse and coo at you to rest
- Schedules everything you do; your meal times, exercise times, and study times are carefully planned out by him
- Tracks you and has cameras everywhere he knows that you frequent to "keep you safe"
- Stalks your social media to see what you're posting (including any ones you thought were private)
- Knows you better than you know yourself, he likes to study you
- Scolds you for doing anything that's bad for your health or your overall life, condescending you.
- Overprotective of you, yes, but he sometimes hides his possessiveness behind a veneer of protectiveness
- Most likely murders when in a rage, not being particularly clean about it either
- The guilt he feels for taking a life is overridden by a mantra of "for the best" in his head and an odd sense of having succeeded in protecting you
- Good at convincing you he's justified for most things he does and will distract you from most things anyways
- Often talks of marriage and kids in the future, biological or adopted, he definitely wants them
- Aware he might have to kidnap you eventually if you reject him or catch him stalking you or disposing of rivals red-handed
- Has a very comfortable room prepared for you and acts like you're married when he kidnaps you, would never hurt you
Eric Cartman:
- When you agreed to date him possibly out of blackmail or threats, you were essentially agreeing to be his pet
- You're a toy he likes to play with and it will be hard to get him to bore of you
- No matter how determined or strong-willed you may be, he is impossible to fix
- It is debatable whether or not what you two have could be even called "dating"
- Wants to fight for your submission to him, and once you date him, he counts it as partially won
- Will get bored of you if you stop fighting him on things and may try to solve this by psychologically torturing you for fun
- Needs defiance so that he can extinguish and punish it
- His punishments are usually based on your humiliation and the joy he takes in it
- Flips between insulting you and being mockingly affectionate, in public or private
- 90% of his diary is composed of lewd doodles of you (and sometimes him with you)
- Blackmails you with candid pictures or other embarrassing moments
- Likes to toy with people competing with him for your attention, making a game of finding the most sadistic and creative ways to get rid of them
- Rants about his day and the people he hates to you and will be pissed if you don't remember all of it
- Trains you to pamper him by being less horrible when you do
- Being by his side at all times in public is not negotiable and he will screech at anyone who makes him jealous
- Do NOT call him fat because there's a chance he might just punch you (he sucks at fighting, but his weight makes him strong)
- Enjoys your pain when it's caused by him, but hates it when something or someone else makes it happen
- Despite the fact that he would hit you if you pissed him off, he won't just beat you up for no reason, not caring for random brute violence
- Prefers things like shock collars, spanking, and choking during... y'know
- He's a terrible boyfriend, but what happens when you leave him is a whole lot worse than putting up with him
- He will probably kidnap you no matter what, not wanting to deal with jealousy anymore
Kenny McCormick:
- Possible to have a seemingly normal relationship with from your point of view, but Kenny will definitely always be watching you
- Is a good boyfriend, but his protectiveness gets out of control in the form of stalking
- Even if he is at his absolute healthiest, he will still follow you on every dark street as Mysterion
- Will worship the ground you walk on, whether you know he's there or not
- You're his angel and one of the best parts of his life, of course he's going to cherish you
- Acts horny, but cares a lot more about protecting you than just fucking like rabbits
- Flirts with you a lot in a joking but genuine way, always making sure you're In a good mood
- His limbs will be entangled with yours at any opportunity he gets, he loves touching you
- Works grueling hours at City Wok just to buy you an ice cream when you go out together
- If he ever notices you're in a bad mood, he'll be sure to remove the cause of it or the person who caused it
- Very persistent, will absolutely never leave you alone if he thinks you need him to be there
- Thinks you're playing hard to get whenever you're annoyed with him and will actually back off when he realizes it's serious
- Perv, but wouldn't ever objectify you and actually cares a lot about your consent
- You absolutely still will catch him ogling not-so-appropriate places on you though... is that a pen in his pants?
- Absolutely steals things from you that you view as unimportant or will forget just so that he can have a piece of you when you're not around
- Your underwear/briefs/panties are in the pile that he's hoarded and it's questionable whether or not they're clean
- Not too strict when it comes to where he lets you go and who he lets you hang out with since he'll just follow you at a distance anyways
- Has definitely killed someone else and himself at the same time so that nobody would remember he did it
- Does this when beating up people (which he usually does before gauging if he needs to escalate) too, but it's annoying since dying hurts like hell
- Wouldn't really kidnap you because... I mean, it's not like he has anywhere nice to put you
- You wouldn't ever find out he murdered people because of the deaths, and he would just harass pursue you again if you broke up with him
needddd a full smut follow up on the yan main four đźâđšđźâđš
Here's the follow-up to the dating yandere m4 hcs!! This one focuses more on just smut instead of yandere stuff, but it's still sprinkled in there + I feel like the yandere boys would be sexually different from their regular counterparts
Still gn reader but differences in amab and afab reader will be mentioned (albeit sparingly)
Smutty Yandere Main 4 Headcanons
Aged up (ambiguous but around young adult)
General TW: Exclusively sub reader, switch characters, dom characters, obsessive behavior, oral sex, fingering/handjobs, penetrative sex, rough sex, stalking, voyeurism, praise kink, degradation kink, love biting, unsafe sex, blackmail, brat taming, impact play, men whimpering
Stan TW: Insecurity, Wendy mentions (dw no Wendy hate I wouldn't do that to my queen), clingy behavior, intoxication, slight codependency
- Feels like he's supposed to be rough and is a bit insecure about it, but is a soft dom at heart
- Somewhat experienced, but will still be very anxious when it's your first time having sex
- Especially since it's his first time being the dom, since he would sub with Wendy
- Overcompensates because he's unconfident but once he gets used to it he's fine
- Kind of just forgets to give you oral, but he's really good with his fingers to make up for it
- Will be extremely grateful whenever you suck his cock and will try to give you a lot in return since he knows where his relationship went wrong with Wendy
- Loves praising you and melts when you praise him back, he really craves it
- Whimpers and whines when he's pounding into you regardless of the fact he's being dominant
- Will always wear a condom especially if you're afab because he isn't going to complicate his life even more
- Isn't super kinky, his kink is pretty much just being genuinely loved and cared for by you
- Super affectionate when he's drunk and will give you sloppy kisses and try to shove his hand down your pants
- Hates himself for it, but may or may not fondle himself through his jeans when he sees you undressing through your window
- Prefers to lick you and give small hickeys instead of straight up biting you out of fear for hurting you
- Acts like he doesn't, but loves being marked up by you and purposefully tries to show it off while still denying it
- Doesn't like it when you try to be defiant or bratty with him because his mind's first conclusion is that he must have done something to upset you
- Capable of being pretty mean in bed himself if he wants to, but he doesn't do it unless you explicitly ask him in fear of messing up
- You'll have to guide him through aftercare the first few times, but he'll get the hang of it quickly and do it naturally
Kyle Broflovski:
- Tries to be gentle, but loses control and ends up getting rough enough to rip your underwear
- Doesn't have a lot of experience, but he's definitely done his research
- Tries to focus on your pleasure most of the time, but might accidentally end up making things about himself
- Loves giving oral no matter what genitals you may have and gets good at it quickly, preferring it over just fingering/handjobs although he can do both
- You will be giving him oral though if he's had a rough day or if you're being a brat
- His cum tastes sweet because of his diabetes, but not too much since he's pretty responsible with it
- Is usually all for praise but will absolutely degrade you if you're purposefully pissing him off
- The noises he makes during sex usually consist of grunts and occasional moans, especially when he cums
- Won't let you top even if you're amab because he doesn't particularly want to and so that his hemorrhoids don't flare up again
- Records videos of you masturbating from his secret cameras and jacks off to them as well
- May use them as blackmail if you try to leave him and he's particularly desperate
- Has a huge breeding kink because he wants kids and will pretend he's impregnating you even if you're amab
- If you tell him to use a condom, he will, but he'll try to be sneaky and not use them unless you point it out (the only exception being if you're afab in your most fertile time and not ready for kids)
- Bites and gives lots of hickeys so that other people know to stay away from you
- Likes it when you mark him too, but if he's seeing his mom anytime soon he'd rather they not be visible
- Into roleplay when he wants to spice things up, he will absolutely dress up in his elf king costume or Human Kite costume to make complex scenarios before pinning you down
- 10/10 aftercare, he will run you both a bath, get you water, clean the bed, and cuddle you to sleep.
Eric Cartman:
- Very strict and truthfully cares much more about his own pleasure than yours
- You will still end up feeling good though, since he enjoys your reactions
- Doesn't have that much experience, he just goes in completely blind trying to imitate what he sees in porn
- Which unfortunately includes a lack of negotiation when it comes to what kinks you'll be doing
- Prepare for him to bite, scratch, slap, and choke you without any prior warning
- If you're really into degradation, you'll love him, if you aren't, you'll come back with a shattered sense of self
- Gets off immensely on you sucking his balls or playing with them during oral
- Tries to hold in all of his vocal noises when he's fucking you, but fails miserably and mewls pathetically instead
- Loves praise when it's directed towards him after he's broken you in, although he expects you to be defiant again the next morning so that he can do it again
- Learns how to tie complex knots solely for the purpose of tying you up and overstimulating you with a bullet vibrator taped to either your clit or the head of your cock
- Speaking of that, he keeps color swatches of your genitals for odd reasons that you can't quite wrap your head around
- It's a lot easier to comprehend why he secretly records every time you're intimate, though
- Has ridden either your cock and your strap for fun at least once before and will act like it never happened if you try to embarrass him with it
- Will humiliate you by referencing the fact that he spanks you and ties you up in front of other people
- Flirts with the concept of knife play and will drag it all over your body just to freak you out without breaking skin
- Really enjoys consensual non-consent and pretending to kidnap you like he doesn't plan to do that in real life
- Oh... aftercare? What aftercare?
Kenny McCormick:
- Can be flexible, but generally prefers to be dominant and a top with you
- Has a surplus of experience that will make the sex mind blowing without a shadow of a doubt
- But you will absolutely have to buy condoms yourself because he doesn't have enough money for them or else he's not wearing them
- A jack of all trades, he's very precise and can get a read on what makes you feel good in a few minutes
- Both his fingering/handjob skills and his oral skills are excellent, so he alternates between them usually
- Has a very pleasant sounding moan, especially when you're sucking him off
- Switches up between praise and degradation depending on your own wants, but leans towards praise because of his reverence for you
- Doesn't talk too much, but his dirty talk is especially arousing when he decides to use it
- Pretty much willing to do any kink with you, wanting to experiment as much as possible with you
- Will take you out in public and find barely hidden places to do the deed just for the thrill of the possibility of being caught
- Knows just when you're about to orgasm when he's edging you and pulls back until you're a begging mess
- Feels no shame in sneaking into your room at night and jacking off in the corner while he watches you sleep
- While the rules of what happens when Kenny dies aren't exactly clear, if he ever manages to come back as a ghost for a period of time he will absolutely use that opportunity to fool around with you and tease you
- Likes blindfolding, gagging, binding, and covering up all of your senses so that the only thing you have to focus on is his touch
- Loves to bite you a lot and will proudly display any marks that you may have given him in return
- Will spank you with a paddle or flog you if you're purposefully being a brat and will enjoy it the whole way
- Not super experienced in aftercare since he's only hooked up without much romantic connection in the past, but learns how to do it just for you
- licks the rim of the cup before putting your coffee in it, but if itâs one w/the little hole tops he licks the underside of it so that every time you go to take a drink, your still drinking a little part of him. he also gives a kiss to the on the top where you put your mouth so that when you take your first sip, itâs like an indirect kiss, and that thought alone makes his little heart flutter <3
- he seeps his own blood into the coffee that he brings you at school/when you order a drink (only yours getting that specialty of course)
- tends to believe everything you tell him; not even paying a second thought to it. he doesnât even do it on purpose, he just subconsciously takes in whatever you tell him and assumes it as being the truth. you could literally tell him that nukes were gonna hit south park later today & heâd nod along agreeing with you before quickly processing what you had just said and going into a severe panic. him having several outbursts, twitching everywhere even more, and pulling on his hair rather harshlyâalmost yanking huge chunks out. what the hell was he gonna do?! how and why were nukes going to hit south park?! how is he going help you get out in time?! what about tweek bros?! his parents?! what was he going to do?! GAH! THIS WAS ALL WAY TOO MUCH PRESSURE!
- he has a strange yet surprisingly really strong sense of smell. say you used a coffee scented body wash the other night, he can smell it. he wonât say anything, but heâll blush just at the thought of you showering your body with the scent heâs so associated with. it made him feel a little special. he wonders if the thought of him was lingering in your mind while you were buying itâŠoh the thought alone makes him flushed! he really loves the way you smell in general though. everytime you would hug him and wrap your delicate arms around him, he would just take in every bit of air surrounding the two of you, analyzing your scent. vanilla. a caramel-ly-sweet-glaze. almost candy like but also with a hint of foral, like you were elegant yet sweet and soft. he was obsessed. the amount of times heâs had to stop his mouth from salivating onto your shoulder was unruly. he really just wanted to taste you. just one little bite wouldnât hurt, would it?
- will always do anything you ask him too. you want a drink from the vending machine? heâs on his way right now! you need a ride home from school? yeah of course, just let him know and heâll be waiting for you by his truck in a heartbeat! you want to call and talk on the phone? heâll stop everything heâs doing at the moment just hear the sweet sound of your voice speaking to him. he loves doing little tasks for you, and if anyone tries taking his place for his little jobs, he gets very irritated. are they trying to replace him? who do they think they are? they can fuck off. thatâs his job to do that, not theirs. âDo you need any help carrying that? It looks kind of heavy, hey why donât I-â âNo. Sheâs fine she doesnât need your help. Iâll do it.â he hisses, while glaring at the person, harshly moving their hand away from whatever object you were carrying.
- kind of has mommy issues too (or maybe a kink). he loves his mom! sheâs always been super sweet and caring towards him, and probably the only person he can actually bare living with in his house. he kind of yearns for that certain kind of comfort, the one of having someone really care for you. holding you in their arms, telling you that everythingâs gonna be okay, telling you that their proud of you. he yearns for it because he hardly gets it and finds comfort in the rare times that it actually does happen. but hey, you act like that right? youâve always acted like that towards him. you were just that kind of person, right? just his kind of person, right?
- praise him. literally for anything. heâll get happy that your content with what he did and will feel like he really accomplished something. satisfying your needs is a big top for him, so once he does whatever you needed, heâs happy! him having depression and all that really fucks with his brain sometimes, and you seem to ease and even that all out for him. just reassure him that he does do good and that heâs not a huge fuck up and piece of shit. atleastânot all of the time.
- he often goes to you for his problems, always venting about whateverâs troubling him or been bothering him. he trusts whatever you say and truly takes it to heart. i mean, it doesnât seem like youâd ever want the worst for him, youâve always been sweet and genuine so why wouldnât he believe in your words? (would feel like 10x better in about 5 mins if he was cuddling into you as you ran your fingers through his hair while he ranted on and on about whatever thoughts were dreadfully plaguing his mind)
- gets kind of desperate when your mad at him. he literally hates when youâre mad at himâitâs one of the worst feelings ever for him. heâll try anything and everything for you to not be mad at him, heâd seriously beg on his knees for your forgiveness if that meant that you wouldnât be mad anymore. can simply just not stand it. could you please just go back how to were treating him before? please??? he canât take it nor handle it, itâs like heâs genuinely losing it to such a petty matter. his brain would be like a virus stuck on the same blank screen unable to switch off, except, you were that screen and his obsession was the virus.
- knowsâerrâscratch that, is learning! how to play the guitar! was previously in a group with jimmy, butters, and kenny, but originally was with kyle, cartman, and kenny. they made the song âFinger-Bang-Youâ, and uh. i donât think he really wants to remember that. so in all iâd say his musical abilities arenât too terrible, nor song writing ones. possibly. for the most part at least. would maybe sing to you if he found his vocals to be remotely pleasant to listen to, a slow and sweet guitar riff just for you to hum along to. this is currently in the process as well. i mean that is, until he actually musters up enough courage to do so.
- youâve got that little halo of his wrapped around your finger, that was for sure. like stan, will do absolutely anything for you. both of them hardly have any limits, meaning they would seriously do anything for you. murder isnât off the table :)
- really clingy. like always by your side kind of clingy. itâs cute, but eventually gets kind of annoying as the day progresses. heâs always following you around (almost like a lost puppy), you guys have a good handful of classes together (much to his enjoyment) so heâs pretty ecstatic about seeing you everyday for almost the whole school day AND school year. yay for kenny! (cue the âwhoo-hoo!â)
- is always touching some part of your body, like always. not even in a sexual way, heâs just always touching you. have it be his hand on your shoulder, his arm around your shoulder, his hands entwined with yours, or as much as constantly having your guys arms brushed up against each other while walking to classes or while sitting down at lunch. he also always sits next to you at lunch, no matter what. would get genuinely upset if he couldnât, so heâs always by your side to prevent that from happening :). donât steal his seat. he will sincerely push you off of it and not feel one ounce of sympathy.
- heâs veryyy affectionate. physically, verbally, any way he can be, he is. âI love your shirt today, pretty.â kenny says with a sly grin, seemingly beaming at you with his lidded violet eyes peering right at you. he tugs on the sleeve of your tight fitting long-sleeve, inching his face closer to yours. âWho were you thinking of this morning when you put it on, hm?â he looks up at you cheekily, this particular act of his soon coming to an abrupt end as his blatant flirting earns a harsh kick from under the table, a yank from the back of his hoodie, and a few menacing glares being sent his way from across the lunch table.
- pushes his cheek against yours quite often. kenny thinks itâs adorable and obviously loves being close to you in every way possible, so itâs clearly a must! loves hugs and all that stuff, i mean thereâs no way youâd actually expect him to not squeeze your entire being every time he sees you. i mean, seriously. itâs like you were almost testing his limits every single day of not crushing you!! he sighs mentally and closing his eyes dreamily at the mere thought of you. you really were just too cute..
- his touchy acts and displays of obvious admiration would almost always gain the attention of the other boys, most times more than not resulting in terribly dirty looks being directed towards the blonde male. their glares were downright deadlyârightfully so! i mean seriouslyâŠwho does he think he is???
- can be kind of aggressive sometimes, physically. and, well, heâs just really aggressive in general. treats you as fragile and gentle as he does with Stripe, but can grab you rather harsh without realizing his own strength while dragging you elsewhere if heâs mad about something. he would never hit you though, no no, he would never. but, he would beat the living shit out of anyone who did.
- has a tendency of just picking you up at random times, like completely out of nowhere. youâre so small compared to him, he just has to pick you up! doesnât move you to any particular place, just holds you off the ground and places you somewhere else with that same exact stoic expression presented on his features. he also grabs your face a lot and just squishes your cheeks. he sees the opportunity to do it, so he does it. he thinks you look cute so why not. definitely pulls you onto his lap when youâre least expecting it just to take in your flustered expression. heâd even lay his chin atop your head to make it all the while more; the guys would be gawking at him and yelling curses at what he was doing but he really could care less. whoâs lap were you sitting on right now again? yeah, exactly. you reminded him of his beloved pet Stripe at times, in which resulted in these cute and impulsive little antics.
- can and will literally glare anyone away. he has a very intimidating face, his height also adds onto that scary persona of his. everyone knew better than to fuck with Craig Tucker, unless you had a death wish and wanted to end up with a tombstone over your head, that is. â(Y/N)! Iâve been looking all over for you! I was kind of wondering if youâd wanna, you know go out to the movies sometime?â a male says, coming up next to you while shyly smiling with his hand behind his neck, while also interrupting yours and Craigâs conversation. was this awkward dickwad seriously trying to talk to you while you were clearly already talking to him? âErr- you could just, call me later! Here Iâll just-â cue that classic death glare. nobody, and i mean nobody, wanted to deal with a pissed off Craig. all it took was one look up at the teen towering over them, the guyâs eyes widening, and he was already speed walking past you while mumbling a quiet âUhânevermindâŠIâll see you some other time (Y/N)âŠâ as he quickly took off. âSo, continue on with what you were telling me?â Craig says calmly, his whole demeanor changing and face softening while looking down at you to listen.
- thoroughly enjoys watching the stars at night with you. itâs one of his most favorite things to do in general, so why not just do it with his favorite person in the world? he prefers it much better than watching them alone like he had always used to. he loved telling you all about what he knew about the stars, space, planets, constellations, and all that other stuff. you would just listen to him, never failing to seem constantly interested in what he was saying. he really could go on and on about space and all the things correlating to it, and you would always sit and look amused with your big eyes intrigued in adoration, asking little questions here and there about what this was and how that works, he thought it was cute so it worked out pretty well for the both of you. he loved it. he loved every second of it. he loved every second of being with you. he loved you.
- he uses you as his motivation for almost everything. when heâs doing something important, he just thinks in his mind about what you would think about him. seemingly, your opinion on him really means a lot to him. like, way too much. itâs to the point where âWhat (Y/N) thinksâ or âWhat would (Y/N) think?â dictates almost all his decisions and choices. he does not want to be seen in a bad manner by you. hell no! thatâs like his worst nightmareâthat would be terrible! and because of that, heâs always trying his best to be the most perfect person he can. heâs almost always stressed out about everything because heâs so worried about how your going to react to it. he often gets frustrated and angry when something he does doesnât come out the way he wanted or intended to. âGod this is so fucking hard! But what would (Y/N) think of me if I didnât do this good enough?â he doesnât even want to even imagine the disappointed expression youâd have on your beautiful face as you glanced at him almost mockingly. âAre you really that dumb?â youâd ridicule him, utterly disgusted at his presence. this and that, you spewing out insults left and right insulting his intelligence and everything else about him. god noâhe couldnât deal with that. not at all. it would break his heart, mind, and soul knowing you perceived him that way. he knew you were sweet, of course he didâthat was one of the big reasons he even loveâliked you so much! but sadly, his mind would still tell him otherwise, convincing him that all these negative things would happen if he did so much as write something incorrectly. it never gave that poor boy a break. although there was one thing he always he knew for sure, that he had to do well. he had to. for you.
- is utterly terrified of disappointing you (also adds on to the previous headcanon above this). no matter the situation. if he sees he can do better and if there is a way to do the very best, then he sure as hell was going to. hm? whatâs that? he got an a on the test? no heâll retake it, he needs an a+. what? he got a good job? no, heâs not going to settle for that. he needs an âamazing jobâ, so heâs going to do something that will earn him that âamazing jobâ from the person he wants it from. so what if the other kids called him a âtry hardâ? yeah. he was oneâand he was sure as hell proud of it. tsk, heâd rather be ripped on by his friends for being a so called âtry hardâ than being a completely braindead idiot. he liked being the best. fuck them.
- has always been adored by adults and other teachers because of his perseverance and dedication to always doing the best. oh if only they knew the reason behind it. âWhy the fuck is this taking me so long to finish?! (Y/N) wouldnât even take a second glance at me if I fucked this up.â he desperately tries to be perfect. so many desperate attempts to be perfect, perfect all for you. all he does is for you. everything is for you. all the time, efforts, tries, sleepless nights, frustration, stress, planning, studying, perfect grades, days, weeks, months, years, seconds, minutesâeverything. it was all going to be worth it in the end thoughâbecause after all, who wouldnât want a perfect person?
- he always puts a lot of thought into things. heâs a smart boy, no doubt about it, so heâs always observing things and specific aspects about other people. super attentive and is probably the best gift giver out of all the boys, his attention to detail will seriously surprise you and make you hold so much more value onto the things he gives and says. he puts so much effort into literally everything. likeâugh heâs just so sweet. he pours his whole heart out into the things he likes and on people he loves, heâs just such a sweetheart really. you find yourself aw-ing at him pretty frequently. he was just so cute and sweet to you!
- has the worst temper ever, but somehow keeps it under control around you. someone could do something to piss him off, have it either be on accident or on purpose, and he will remember that specific thing they did forever. heâd hold a grudge against them for quite a while. yes he holds grudges, the worst kinds too. âOh Kyle! Iâve been needing to ask you all day, do you know who [Name] is?â Stan asks him, the calm look on his face soon turning into a scowl as he recognizes the name. âThat asshole? They bumped into me during passing period the first week of school and knocked my shit on the floor without even apologizing! And they stepped on my fucking shoes! Who even fucking does that without bothering to say sorry?!â he exclaimed angrily, eyebrows bunched together as he moved his hands around trying to express the anger towards the said individual. the one thing he couldnât fix, was his anger. yeah he just figured youâd have to deal with it.
- gets flustered at anything u do to him so easily and quickly, itâs honestly super cute and you have fun poking at him every now and then. itâs like a cute little game. the âLetâs-Make-Kyle-Super-Shy-Until-He-Gets-As-Red-As-A-Tomato-Game!â yeah it was super embarrassing how flustered heâd get just from you inching your face closer to his, and even more so that you knew what your affect on him was. but itâs not like he was against it, whatever got you closer to him he was completely fine with.
- if you hate someone, he hates them too. of course he wonât for no reason, but once u tell him even a little detail about how they wronged you, he dislikes them already. he forms opinions on people pretty quickly, so once you tell him, he now knows who to look out for and who to treat shittier.
- totally doesnât let his mommy issues make an appearance around you. pfttt of course not, why would he haha? except for that one time heâ actually several times, heâs almost called you âmomâ instead of your own name. âHey mo-(Y/N)!! Wanna come over later and hang out after school?â i mean, it wasnât his fault! you just happened to have that motherly aura radiating off of you that drew him to you like a lovesick puppy. your voice was so sweet, words coming off the tip of your tongue smooth and sounding like honey to him. you could be explaining something to him and heâd just nod along contently, a series of âMhmâsâ âOhhhâsâ and âOh reallyâs?â coming from him as he just stared at you completely enthralled by your face, while his own resting upon his palm. goodluck trying to get rid of that boy haha! you cant.
- clingy, clingy, clingy! you just cant get rid of this boy! heâs always trying to talk to you any chance he can, let it be in the halls, the classrooms, on the bus the rare times you actually use it, seriously, anywhere. is kind of annoyed at how Kenny is always there with you, he usually never pays any attention or mind to the blonde headed boy beside you. he likes to pretend he just isnât there, maybe if he closes his eyes long enough, heâll just disappear lol </3. is also really jealous of him. uh hello? thatâs supposed to be his thing always being around you. stupid Kenny always ruining it, heâd get him back somehow.
- truly reminded you of a puppy. his eyes always get so big; fully focusing on just you, excitement and pure energy basically radiating off of him. it was hard not to smile around clyde, he was such a cute idiot that it just made you laugh all the time. a little too clueless for his own good, thatâs why he so closely mirrored that of a puppies aura. his emotions, actions, and words really matching those to a puppies, also his overall physique. if puppies were uhâmuscly. and played football.
- is usually the first one to ask if you need a ride to school or a ride home (much to Stanâs dismay). he enjoys driving you places, just you and him. having time to yourselves, just chatting about whatever comes into mind. it makes him super happy since you and him rarely spend any time together alone because of all the other guys. they kind of always hog you, and it really fucking gets on his nerves. even his own friends do, but he just hides it well with that same old calming smile of his, eye twitching every now and then from annoyance. tolkien was really more on the quiet and composed side, so it didnât come to much of a surprise that your guys interactions were quite cut short due to the other guys obnoxiously butting in.
- he often gets jealous of yours and the other guys interactions and friendships together. heâs envious. he wishes you guys were that close. he needed to find someway to stick out to you somehow because this quiet and calm demeanor of his surely wasnât seeming to get him anywhere. he definitely needed to make plans with the both of you way more, and way sooner. most would call it just a hang out between two friends, but heâd like to think of it more like a sweet date.
- say in some kind of scenario heâs in front of the guys talking to you and they overhear him asking you: âHey did you maybe wanna go to the mall/go out for lunch/coffee again?â and youâd be like: âYeah of course, when weâre you thinking?â and all the guys would be like: âWHAT? YOU GUYS WENT OUT?!â AND AGAIN?!?!â , âWhen the hell did that happen???â and heâd turn away holding back a laugh and hiding a successful smirk on his face with his hand & a quick fake cough then looking back with a completely different expression. he just casually explained how you guys went out together. alone. not a biggie. oh competitive little tolkien. he secretly feels like heâs one upping the others & is veryyy content about it. although, his quick demeanor change and sneaky smirk doesnât go unnoticed by you.
- is always there when you need him to be, like seriously always there. is honestly the best person to depend on, especially since itâs you thatâs in need. tolkien is the best kind of person for anything, make it advice, hugs, long conversations, anything! you need a quick opinion on something important? heâs the absolute (donât tell the other guys) best out of everyone to ask! you know heâs the right person to ask if you want an honest opinion on something because heâs not the type to sugar coat or lie about something just to make you feel better. you really appreciate that in a sense, because knowing the other guys, they wouldnât quite do the same.
- has the cutest dimples ever. theyâre very prominent and almost always show when heâs speaking, even more so when smiling. he has very charming features, and if you could admit it without any angry jealous gazes being thrown at you, youâd consider him really handsome. he almost reminded you of a prince, a prince charming to be exact! with that charming smile and those heartwarming eyes, heâd fit that role almost perfectly. youâd just have to tell him once you were alone againâŠ
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with a quiet huff, you rummaged through your clothes, after shuffling through hangers youâve decided to pull out the whole wardrobe onto your bed and start from there instead of pulling outfit after outfit. the accumulated clothes flew around your room, discarded for not being good enoughânot when you wanted to look your best for your on-deck crush.
youâve been like that for a couple of minutes, wearing only a cute set of underwear while you looked through your clothes. it was a simple lacy set that always got you a boost of confidence, and today you wanted to see if sanji would like to have a drink with you after dinner. you hummed a soft tune as you pick a skirt from the pile on your bed and walked over to the mirror to check it out.
thatâs when you hear the door open, the loud creek of wood startling you. âmy lady, have you seen theââ
sanji stood there, paralyzed with his mouth open, almost slack-jawed and face beet-red. his visible eye was open with shock and the cigarette almost fell down to the floor. you could see his nostrils flare, youâve known him enough to know that was a major nosebleed threatening to occur. the wheels were obviously turning inside his head, but the shock of walking in on you, seeing you in nothing but that lacy underwear that covered practically nothing must have him frozen in place.
you huffed and covered yourself with the nearest blanket, draping it over your chest and holding it to cover your bare ass tooâyou were still standing in front of the mirror, after all.
at this point, not a sound has came out of sanji, which was rare. the woman-loving cook seeing one of the crew girlsâ naked and not even a screech of excitement? no, he justâŠturned. the door slammed behind him so hard it surprised you it didnât come off its hinges.
ââŠsanji?â you asked, softly, trying to supress a smile.
âI AM THE WORST MAN ALIVE.â he screamed from the hallway. you laughed at his dramatic reaction. âI DIDNâT SEE ANYTHING, CHERIâohmygod i saw everything.â
you were now laughing out loud, satisfied that he did actually react to seeing your body almost naked, and positively so. that had to mean something, right?
âITâS NOT FUNNY, DONâT LAUGH.â
âit kind of is.â by that moment you were already dressed in the previously picked skirt and a tight top. his embarrassed whines fueled something in you that fed off his attention, they served as a nice background music as you finished getting ready.
you opened the door and found him down on his knees in front of you. one of your brows raised, interested in this whole situation. âiâm decent now, sanji.â if you forced your voice to sound smoother, it was something only you had to know.
andâokay, the way he looked up to you kind of turned you on, and his kneeled position didnât help your situation. you couldnât help but fall for that puppy-eyed look, how his thick eyebrows furrowed preoccupied and his lips pouted, a faint pink line staining his cupidâs bow. his visible eye roamed over your figure from below, and you noticed the moment it landed on the underskirt view of your panties. his face redened again, but this time he tried to hide it by lowering his head.
âiâm so sorry, my angel, it was unchivalrous of me to walk in on you without knocking.â you had to supress the excited eyeroll when you hear that pouty murmur.
oh, well. your plan could finally become true after all.
âlet me think about itâŠâ
âhmm, fuck! there, sanjiâohmygod.â
electricity traveled from your belly through your legs, his skilled mouth worked with a blend of hunger and reverence between your quivering thighsâbroad strokes along your wet slit turning into more precise, more hard circles around your swollen clit. his index and middle fingers held your folds open for him, between licks they even thrusted shallow into your hole, teasing you.
he was good, sososo good. it felt like he somehow knew your whole body; how fast, how hard, where to pay special attention.
his lips latched onto your clit and your hands automatically pulled at the blonde strands on his head. the low, long hum he produced vibrated against your pussy and sent even more fuzzy sensations to your core.
Thoughts on yandere gro-goroth or sylvian? Think theyd be interesting
[Warning for graphic NSFW content under the cut. Noncon, cannibalism, violence, blood, etc.]
One would assume that the colony of Bunnymasks and pack of Wolfmasks would be enemies, considering the different gods they serve. But despite being each other's antithesis, Sylvian and Gro-goroth were a mated pair. So when revelations occurred among cultists that a special human, one of the bearers of the soul of the Ancient, had stumbled upon the dungeons of Fear and Hunger. Almost as if you'd been called to it.
You had bravely faced the horrors of the dungeons before managing to stumble you way to their secret courtyard. But this wasn't an accident. This was predestination. You knew you were meant to be here even if you didn't. And they knew it was you. They could feel the Ancient Soul within you, the potential within you just waiting to be unlocked.
Some of the Bunnymasks couldn't help but laugh at your reaction upon seeing them - eyes as wide as dinner plates. They part from each other to approach you, clearly excited to see and play with you. Some of them were aroused just by looking at you, unable to restrain themselves as they began touching themselves and moaning softly. Some twitched and dripped with excitement. Their hands reached out as they advanced on you, desperate to feel your skin on theirs and worship you as their gods wished.
You were frozen in shock, but only for a moment before scrambling backward - with not even enough room to turn to run before slamming back into something solid⊠And hot. Your breathing was frantic, pulse drumming loudly in your ears. Daring to turn behind you, you were met with dozens of similarly masked people, except they held the visage of wolves.
The nearest Wolfmasks let out a growl, stepping forward to herd you backward. Hands grasped at you, your clothes, making you jump. And all at once, they all dived for you.
"No, don't! Stop-" You cried out, but the rest of your pleas were snuffed out as one of the cultists lifted their masks to seal your lips with a kiss.Â
What felt like an infinite amount of hands groped at your body. Hands pawed and massaged at your clothed chest. A hand teasingly rubbed your crotch through your pants, making you gasp. The Wolfmask kissing you moaned in approval, slipping their tongue into your mouth and lapping into you eagerly.Â
You tried to get your bearings. The heat, the touching, the scent of lust, and your growing arousal made it so hard to think. You tried to to shake off the kiss and squirm free, but a ripping sound made you gasp and go rigid. Your- your clothes!
Clawed hands ripped through fabric or tugged hard enough to tear them apart. You jerked back from the kiss, taking in a deep breath and momentarily clearing your head. You struggled against the cultists as they all worked to hold you against them.Â
"So strong," one praised. "No wonder they're so favored."
"We're doing this out of worship. It is the work of the gods!"
"This is so much bigger than you know."
"No-!" You yelled, but just as soon it had left you, you went limp - too hot and tired with too many bodies too close to you, stronger than you combined, all touching you and rubbing you and making you sensitive and needy.Â
A whine escaped you as many fumbling hands worked down and tore open your pants and undergarments, eagerly awaiting the prize hidden within.
Lips mouthed at your sex, hot and wet and licking, making you seize up and arch your back. Tongues everywhere, laving over your skin and pressing desperate kisses over every inch of you. Moans filled your ear, everywhere, all around you. The cultist tasting you hummed and moaned, and it was as if you could feel it vibrate throughout your entire being.
A harsh gasp escaped you, leaving you wide-eyed and mouth gaping as a finger pressed slowly into your hole. It slid in and out, the pain of the stretch mingling with the pleasure of something inside you. And you wanted more. You bucked back against the fingers being slowly slipped inside of you and the eager mouth at your sex.
A Bunnymask and Wolfmask took either of your hands. One brought it to their cock, helping you to wrap your fingers around it, guiding your arm movements to pump up and down, stroking it slowly at first before speeding up. They bucked into your hand as you stroked them, soon not needing to guide you at all as you began to give in. Your other hand was brought to the other cultists pushy, warm and wet and leaking all for you. The lust in the air made you all the more eager and you quickly found their clit, rubbing it in circles with a thumb as you slipped your fingers into their hole.
They slowly lowered you to the ground, maintaining their position as best they could while keeping you on your back. You were covered in hands, in mouths, in cum. Some rubbed their sex against you, rutting against your body and cumming on you, while others stood above you, watching you be fucked and wrecked and letting their cum mark you.
One of the Wolfmasks moved to stand above you. You felt no fear or resistance as they lowered themself to straddle your face. Immediately you began to kick at their pussy, burying your face against their push, nose rubbing at their clit as you pushed your tongue deep inside, wriggling, tasting them. The moans that came from them, low in their throat, was a symphony to your ears. They praised you, moaning out words of thanks and worship.
At some point, the Wolfmask on top of you rose to shaking, wobbly legs. You cried out, reaching for them
"No, don't stopâŠ"
Just as quickly though, a Bunnymask replaces them, shoving their cock into your throat and thrusted deep and fast.
"Love you, love you, love you," They panted frantically. "Love you, Chosen One, makes us feel so good. Love you as they do."
And when they cum, you drink it all down.
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You fucked and were fucked for hours. Maybe even more than that. You didn't know anymore, and you didn't want to know. Nothing mattered anymore but this.
At some point, they all run out of food. Begin feeding off each other. They take chunks out of you, making you twitch and cry out and scream as you cum from both pain and pleasure. It's not enough. It's never enough. You never wanted this to end.Â
You weren't yourself anymore. Or maybe you never were yourself to begin with. Because you were meant for this. Meant to feel this. Meant to understand this. This is what they wanted for you. Your creators. Sylvian and Gro-goroth who made you for this and loved you and wanted you and knew you'd reach this point.Â
Your last mortal breaths are heaved out of you as you reached your final climax. Mouths on you, teeth sinking into you. Bleeding. Dying. Agony. Pleasure. Love.
Your mortal body is shed. The god of dark love is formed. You can feel Sylvian and Gro-goroths' love for you now. Wrapping around you through time and space and everything.
Reader: this might sound foolish, but sometimes I wonder what I must taste like
Ragnvaldr: I can help with that.
Reader: ...what?
Ragnvaldr:
( "..." )
( "Nevermind" )
(Devour)
This turned out so much more sad and fucked up than the original prompt but I hope you like it ^^
Warning: Reader dead as hell. Also the cannibalism <3
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Ragnvaldr crumbled to his knees before you.
How could he have been so careless? So foolish as to let you wander off on your lonesome. How⊠How could he? How could he let this happen? How could this have happened all over again?
His knees ached against the bloodstained, cobblestone floor of the dungeon. Ragnvaldr's arms trembled as he struggled to keep himself upright. His hands were sticky and stained red, smeared with blood. Your blood.
He could barely look at you. Your crumpled body on the floor. Holes littered your body, organs torn out and spilled blood darkening around your prone form. You looked so small now. So fragile.Â
Ragnvaldr fought back a sob through grit teeth, just barely escaping him as a whine. Eyes screwed shut to fight back tears. So tight that he began to see visions of colors and shapes even in the darkness.
How could he have done this to you? How could he have let this happen again? He had lost everything, and the moment someone like you came into his life, you were so quickly ripped away from him. Perhaps a fate suited for one bearing the soul of The Tormented, but why punish those close to him for the crime of knowing him. His family had done nothing to deserve their fate.
You had done nothing to deserve this.Â
Perhaps Ragnvaldr was just selfish. Selfish enough to believe he could have you. Selfish enough to have convinced himself that he could have his cake and devour it, too. That he'd take his revenge and leave with you. That everything would just work out. Of course not. He felt himself sneer at his own stupidity. What a fucking fool he was.Â
Foolish enough to get risky. To have let you leave his side. What was he thinking? Was he even thinking? Perhaps the good fortune of meeting you had let his guard down. And he had failed you. Failed to protect you. Just as he had with everyone he loved.Â
Shaking, Ragnvaldr felt his body crawling toward you. Dark, drying blood stuck to his knees and the palms of his hands. Tears blurred his vision as he loomed above you, taking in your form even closer.
You were perfect, even like this.
Slowly, the barbarian reached out. He hesitated at first, but his hands found their way to one of your own, limp and lifeless. You were so cold already, the contact alone making a shiver wrack the man's body. Lifting your hand to his face, he could see it more clearly. It was covered in dried blood, now more brown than red. He could smell the slightly sweet, rusty tang of metal. The way it had dried, how it peppered and blotched your skin⊠It was beautiful.
Almost unconsciously, Ragnvaldr pressed your hand against his face, his lips brushing against it. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of you and your blood mingling together. For a long while, he knelt there, huffing your scent as if it was the only drug he needed, the only air he wanted to breathe. He nuzzled against your cold, limp hand, holding it so gentle and with such reverence, as if it were a thing of worship.Â
Eventually, he pulled away, but only just so he could once again drink in the way your hand looked. Mind hazy and eyes half-lidded, Ragnvaldr couldn't help but for his mind to wander. To find himself lost in the way your scent mingled with metal, how the blood painted your skin.
His mouth watered.Â
Slowly, hesitantly, Ragnvaldr pulled your hand back up to his lips. His tongue darted out, licking a stipe up your cool skin. A moan bubbled up from his throat, low and longing. Your fingers found their way into his mouth, teeth just barely teasing them, biting down just hard enough to be either a threat or promise. He sucked at them, tongue laving over your nails and knuckles, groaning at the taste as he cleaned you.
It wasn't enough. Ragnvaldr needed more. You deserved more. And he needed so desperately to be closer.
He let your hand fall to the side as he flung himself overtop of your body. His eyes frantically searched for what would satiate him. Your chest, the stomach that had been torn out of you, your faceâŠ? No, not your precious face. Not now, at least. He'd save the best for last, and oh, how he loved how surprisingly peaceful you looked.Â
Maybe if he pretended, Ragnvaldr could convince himself you were only sleeping. That this was agreed upon beforehand. That you had used some sleeping spell on yourself so that it would be entirely painless. That you wanted to be with him forever. How sweet you were to trust him like this. You had always wondered how you had tastedâŠ
The barbarianâs eyes settled on the crook of your neck. Saliva pooled into Ragnvaldr's mouth. Just the thought of you was mouthwatering. Leaning forward, Ragnvaldr pressed soft kisses against the clammy skin of your face, against your cold, unmoving lips. So precious. So perfect for him, just like this.
His kisses trailed down from your face to your jaw, down to your neck. He took little nibbles, but nothing to break the skin. He laved his tongue over the cool pillar of your neck, groaning at the feeling and your taste. And finally, he reached his prize.Â
Ragnvaldr buried his nose into the crook of your neck, nuzzling even closer to inhale the slightly sweet scent of your body and blood. Perfect. If this was all he could smell for the rest of his days, Ragnvaldr would die a happy man.
He mouthed at your neck, pressing his tongue into the blood encrusted spot between your neck and shoulder. His eyes dilated so wide that his irises could hardly be seen. He could no longer stop himself. Ragnvaldr lapped at your skin like a wild beast, desperate and starving. His arms wrapped over your limp body, lifting you up closer to him and burying himself even closer to you, pressing against you so tightly that it looked as if he was trying to merge the both of you into one being.Â
He licked at you with such wild ferocity that not even he realized when tongue was replaced with teeth. He sunk down on you, teeth breaking through flesh like a bear trap. Ragnvaldr went stock still as your blood flooded into his mouth. He stared off into the distance, shaking and trembling as he finally tasted you as you were meant to be.
Divine. You tasted divine. Your blood and flesh were like ambrosia, as if eating the body of a god. Gods, why hadn't he done this in the first place? He couldn't stop himself. He needed more. He needed all of you.
He needed to eat you, bones and all. He needed every last inch of you, every drop of blood, He needed to consume your soul itself. He needed to feel your finger break off in his mouth, needed to devour your precious organs, needed to decapitate you with his teeth, suck off the flesh and muscle from your spine, keep and worship your head until he could no longer restrain himself. Finally have you with him, all of you, with him, inside him. Forever.
If only he had protected you better-
No. If only⊠If only Ragnvaldr had been able to tell you how wonderful you tasted. How perfect you were. If only he had been able to get you to agree to this beforehand. If only he had been the one to take your life.Â
was the person who asked for the gregor stuff, I'm back for heathcliff now >:). just some general yan hc for him, i'll prob end up showing up again to use some prompts on him but not now. thanks in advance!
honestly he has some of the most potential out of any sinners to be a yandere
Yandere! Heathcliff Hcs
Warnings: Yandere trope, manipulation, gender neutral darling, guilt tripping, possessive behavior, violence, lots of confliction on Heathcliffs end, major spoilers for Canto VI, Heathcliff has unhealthy delusions
â While he does have the most potential due to the events of his Canto and his whole story.. The catch is that he probably takes the longest to develop feelings. It's a very slow start. His heart still weeps for Catherine.
â Perhaps if you look similar, act similar, or share some quality reminiscent of Cathy it'll speed it up slightly. Although that being said you still aren't her. Not yet.
â The furthest you'll get before his Canto is a platonic yandere. Which even that takes awhile to build up to. He's hesitant to ever truly be vulnerable in my interpretation. That's part of the reason he acts brash, loud, and tries to make himself look like a big strong tough guy.
â Depending on your personality he may push you around Similar to Ishmael or Sinclair. Either that or he'll jest with you like one of the other Sinners. The point is at the beginning you're treated like everyone else on the bus.
â You might even end up with some injuries or worse if you get caught between him and a shuffle between the others. If you're someone who can't be revived by them he'll be much more careful which reduces your risk. The red glare.. nor anyone else frankly would be very happy about it.
â He'll make snappy jabs and insults at you. He won't take you seriously. He isn't listening to what's coming out of your mouth half the time.
â Over the course of the first couple cantos Heathcliff may warm up to you. Perhaps noticeably more than others. He's got your back in battle, verbal and physical, and he's giving playful punches on your shoulder. He's always wanting to get in a scuffle with you for practice of sorts. C'mon. You probably need self defense training! Who better to teach you than him?
â He gets defensive if others throw jabs at you of any sorts. Hey! Only he can do that! They keep up? Suddenly there's a really loud crack noise and blood on his bat. Seeping into the crevasse of the letters engraved into it. He'll be angry on your behalf. If you won't stand up for yourself he will. Whether you want it or not.
â Anyone you don't like he dosen't like either. If you make a joke or insult he'll join in. Laughing like it's the funniest shit ever he's heard..even if itâs not.
â If you're interrupted while talking In a conversation or suggesting a plan he'll very loudly shout at whoever cut you off. Causing an awkward radio silence so you can speak! Although he'll soon realize the odd tension in the room. If you express enough embarrassment he'll try to snap less.
â He values your opinion more so than others. He won't always listen. Especially in the heat of the moment, but he'll try to be quiet long enough when you want to sit down and chat.
â As his turn approaches he may even confide in you about his past and Catherine. All his regrets..not fully. He'll drop hints. Some vague descriptors. However he can't bring himself to fully be vulnerable to you. To cry. To break down. That's too much.
â During Canto VI he may actually switch up. If he's starting to develop even hints of romantic feelings.. he tries to violently rip himself away. He's betraying Catherine. He could never love you. Not like that. He refuses to accept that his heart has lingered. Even if it had, he won't follow it. Catherine and wuthering heights is his sorrowful home still.
â He becomes more distant. Even more hostile at points. Throwing more harsh jabs at you. Huffing when you talk. He becomes even more closed off to you about what's going on. What's happened. The depths of his fathoms warp. Some of the enemies.. They look almost like you.
â When he distorts he's conflicted. He does less damage to you yet he targets you more than others as he howls and wails out for his love. Now torn between a growing second yearning and his first.
â Once the battle comes to ahead with the Elrking on the rooftops, he explicitly forces you out of any involvement with that battle. You will not be fighting. He can't lose another person he loves. This isn't your battle to fight. Who's to say you won't make it worse?
â In the end.. only he remembers his first love. She's gone to the world. To all the worlds that stretch across possibilities. She never existed here now. Only now in his memories. Possibly never to return. He was alone. Or.. was he?
â He becomes even more vitriolic towards you. Upset. Confused. Scared. What did he consider you? He says nasty things to try and scare you off. Brooding in his room. Fits of crying. Bashing his head off his walls. Why did you have to come along? Who are you to try and replace her? No. Who was he to move on so quickly? It's not like you knew who Cathy was now. What would she think? What âher?â Someone who didn't exist anymore? Someone who isn't around to judge?
â She'd.. want him to move along wouldn't she? She married another. Why couldn't he? Their own egos and stubbornness is what doomed them. He was just keeping that stubbornness by refusing to let go. He was making himself suffer more, something she wouldn't want. The very reason she was gone.
â He won't make the same mistake with you. He won't pretend he doesn't love you. He won't take it to the grave. He'll make himself a happy ending to this tragedy. He'll make sure you're happy too.
â He apologizes for his outburst at you. Words that feel foreign coming from his lips. Swearing up and down he didn't truly mean any of what he said. Please..forgive him. He's groveling at your feet, crying, sobbing, grasping onto your pant leg. Please. He's so sorry.
â Any behavior you want him to change? He'll do it. He'll change himself for you. He'll try his best. He can't promise fully, but he's trying he swears!
â He's more bashful around you. A stammering red mess. His hands suddenly sweating more frequently. As he scribbles out and replaces revenge on his bat, there's some smaller engravings added, your name. A tiny almost microscopic heart next to it.
â He'll confess. Eventually. After he looks for any sign of you reciprocating and convincing himself you also have feelings for him.
â He'll get very agressive and defensive to anyone else trying to âcourtâ you in his eyes. They can back off. They don't have a chance. They think they do? Well then let's see if they have a chance in a fight. A very brutal, violent, and more than likely fatal fight. Scaring even the sinners around him.
â He confesses to you eventually. He does it while you're alone. He doesn't want anyone else swooping in. He makes sure you're listening to him loud and clear. He makes sure you understand every word of his long winded confession. He makes sure to express every single feeling he's ever felt about you. His confliction, his hatred, his love.
â Now it's your turn. What? Why are you staring at him like that? No. No? His face just goes dark and still. He'll give a small and cordial acceptance. However deep down he isn't accepting it at all. He's still that stubborn man.
â You're just scared. He took you off guard. He'll give you time to accept your feelings for him. He won't force you. However he won't wait forever. He won't let it repeat. You don't have to hide your feelings for him. He'll get rid of whatever is making you too scared if it's an outside force. He'll make sure you know he's still there. He still loves you. He won't leave. You make him so happy. Don't you dare ever think otherwise.
[đđ] :: outlaw!toji would risk getting caught by the local law enforcement if it meant having one last taste of your pussy âžâž cw. smut, pwp.
one of tojiâs large and calloused hands hold your hips still while the other covers your mouth, trying to contain those pretty sounds youâre making. âi know, darlinâ,â he breathes against your ear, âshhh, sh shhâyou donât want âem findinâ me here with ya now, do you?â
you try your best to stay quiet, but you canât really. not with the way that thick cock of his is rearranging your insides. the loud thwap thwap thwap of his heavy sack smacking against the plump flesh of your ass and thighs isnât helping your case either.
it would be scandalous if the local deputies caught youâthe mayorâs oh-so-innocent daughterâgetting railed by a wanted outlaw. but neither of you seem to care. your bodies are grinding against each other in this narrow alleyway just a few metres away from the sheriff station.
âtâoojiii,â you mewl, meeting his thrusts halfway. youâre a drooling mess, anything but the innocent image you carry on a daily basis.
toji grins to himself at the lewd sight. âyeah, pretty girl?â he purrs. his fat dick twitches in your tight cunt, the tip leaking pre-cum to coat your insides with. âwhatâs wrong? canât talk âcause of how good âm givinâ it to ya?â
you nod mindlessly, mouth gaping in a silent scream as he increases the thrusts. ây-yesh⊠yesnghh,â you reply between choked and muffled whimpers. the stretching and filling his cock is doing, is so insanely delicious.
the outlaw cusses under his breath once he feels you start to tighten up real good. âfuuuck, yes,â he hisses before pressing you even further up the stone wallâramming into you like he doesnât care. he needs it, even if itâs the last thing he does.
turning your head, toji presses a messy and sloppy kiss to your lips. he can feel you freeze when you hear footsteps approaching nearby, but he doesnât seem to be impacted. âtojiââ you try to warn him through a hushed breath.
but the man doesnât let up. he simply hides you from sight a bit more with his muscular body, protecting you from view even as his hips still move against your ass;
âi donât care if they catch me, âlong as i get this fuckinâ pussy to cream all over my dick âfore they put me under the guillotine.â
In which Toji wants to have his way with the babysitter after a long day at work in this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure...
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"Megumi's already asleep. He had a long day," you breathe, the words barely escaping your lips as you look up at him.
Toji's thumb continues to stroke the nape of your neck, a slow, rhythmic motion that anchors you to him. He seems to consider this, his gaze shifting toward the hallway where the boy is tucked away, then snapping back to you. The knowledge that they are aloneâthat the only thing separating you from total abandonment of caution is a closed bedroom doorâchanges the air. It becomes thick, heavy with a sudden, sharp hunger.
AÂ slow, genuine smile spreads across his face, though it holds a certain edge. He likes the efficiency of it. He likes that you've handled his son and the house, leaving the stage clear for whatever happens next.
"Is that so?" he says.
He slides his hand from your neck down to your wrist, his fingers locking around it in a grip that's firm and possessive. He doesn't ask for permission; he simply begins to lead you toward the bedroom, his stride confident and purposeful. You follow, your heart racing as the distance to the bed closes.
He pushes the door open and steers you inside, the click of the lock echoing through the room as he shuts the world out.
You throw your arms around his neck, pulling yourself flush against him. The contact is electric; the hard planes of his chest press against you, and the scent of cedar and leather becomes an all-consuming cloud. You can feel the steady, powerful thrum of his heart beneath the fabric of his shirt.
Toji reacts instantly. His grip on your wrist tightens for a split second before his other arm wraps around your waist, hoisting you slightly off your feet to crush you against him. He lets out a sharp, huffed breathâhalf-sigh, half-growlâand tilts his head.
His mouth crashes onto yours in a kiss that tastes of hunger and long-overdue release. It's a bruising, demanding collision, devoid of hesitation. He claims your lips with a possessive intensity, his tongue sweeping past your teeth to claim every inch of your mouth.
One of his hands slides from your waist, trailing down the curve of your spine to grip your hip, digging into your skin as he pins you back against the locked door. The cold wood of the door provides a sharp contrast to the scorching heat of his body. He breaks the kiss for a fraction of a second, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy and ragged.
"I knew you were itching for this," he says, his voice a low rasp.
"I've wanted this since the moment I saw you," you breathe, the confession slipping out against his lips.
Toji pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and heavy with a sudden, sharp intensity. He lets out a short, rough laugh, the sound vibrating against your chest. He likes the honesty. He likes that you've been craving him just as much as he's been observing you.
His hands shift, sliding from your hips to the hem of your shirt. He bunches the fabric in his fists, lifting it slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The cool air of the room hits your skin, creating a stark contrast to the heat of his palms. He pauses for a second, giving you a chance to pull away, but when you lean into him, he tugs the garment over your head and tosses it blindly across the room.
He doesn't give you a moment to recover before he's guiding you toward the bed. He pushes you back onto the mattress, the springs creaking under your weight. Toji looms over you, his silhouette blocking out the dim light of the room. He starts unbuttoning his own shirt with a slow efficiency, the fabric parting to reveal the hard, scarred muscle of his chest and abdomen.
He climbs onto the bed, hovering over you, his weight pressing you deep into the sheets. His hands begin a slow exploration, roaming over your curves with a possessive curiosity.
You reach up and hook your fingers into his collar, pulling him down with a sharp tug. He descends instantly, his weight crashing over you as his mouth finds yours again. This kiss is differentâless of a collision and more of a feast, slow and deep, as he tastes you with a confidence that leaves you breathless.
His hands leave your sides to frame your face, his palms rough and warm. He breaks the kiss just an inch, his lips grazing yours as he breathes. The sound of his heavy respiration fills the small gap between you, a rhythmic, hungry noise that makes your skin flush.
He shifts his position, sliding one knee between your thighs to force them open. The friction of his denim against your bare skin is a jolt of electricity. He begins to trail kisses down your jawline, moving toward the sensitive dip of your neck. He bites softly at the tendon there, a sharp nip that makes you gasp, before his tongue soothes the spot with a slow, wet swipe.
His hand wanders downward, slipping beneath the waistband of your remaining clothes, his fingers searching for the heat he knows is waiting for him.
You reach down, your fingers curling around his wrist to guide his hand higher. You press his palm firmly against the center of your heat, a silent demand for the friction you're craving.
Toji lets out a low sound, his grip tightening as he finds exactly what he was searching for. He doesn't hold back, his fingers moving with a confidence that borders on ruthless. Each stroke is deliberate, designed to push you closer to the edge, and you find yourself arching your back, your hips instinctively rising to meet his touch.
He lifts his head from your neck, his eyes locking onto yours. They are dark, blown wide with a hunger that mirrors your own. He watches your face, tracking every flicker of pleasure, every sharp intake of breath. The way he looks at you makes you feel completely exposed, as if he can see exactly how much power he has over you in this moment.
"You're so worked up," he rasps, his voice rough and devoid of its usual cool detachment.
He shifts his weight, his body sliding further down. He breaks away from your lips to focus on your chest, his mouth finding your nipple through the thin fabric of your remaining clothes. He sucks the peak of your breast into his mouth, his teeth grazing you just enough to send a jolt of electricity straight to your core.
"Toji..." you moan, the sound vibrating in the small space between your bodies. You wrap your arms tightly around his broad shoulders, pulling him down with a desperate strength, wanting every inch of him pressed against you.
He responds with a sound, his grip on your hip tightening as he drags his mouth away from your breast to capture your lips again. The kiss is messy and frantic now, fueled by the friction of your bodies and the shared heat of the room. His tongue sweeps through your mouth, mirroring the rhythm of his fingers below, pushing you further and further toward a peak.
As the intensity builds, Toji shifts, his weight sliding down your body. He breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and longing, as he moves toward your thighs. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your remaining clothes, stripping them away in one fluid motion.
He settles between your legs, his gaze drifting up to yours for a split secondâdark, hooded, and full of a raw, focused intentâbefore he dips his head. The first touch of his tongue is a shock of warmth, a precise, wet stroke that makes your toes curl into the sheets and a loud, uncontrolled cry escape your throat.
Your fingers slide into his dark hair, gripping the thick strands to pull him closer. You anchor him there, your knuckles brushing against his scalp as you guide his rhythm. The sensation is overwhelming; every flick of his tongue is a calculated strike that sends sparks through your nerves. You let out a series of broken sounds, your breath coming in short, sharp hitches.
Toji increases the pace, his movements becoming more insistent and rhythmic. He knows exactly where to focus, his tongue swirling and pressing with a precision that makes the world outside this room vanish. You feel the tension building in your lower stomach, a tight coil of heat that threatens to snap.
You're hovering on the precipice, your hips bucking upward, your nails digging into the mattress. The pleasure is becoming too much, a cresting wave that's about to break over you. Just as the first spark of the climax begins to bloom, Toji suddenly pulls away.
The abrupt loss of contact leaves you gasping, your body shivering in the sudden void. You blink up at him, dazed and desperate, as he sits back on his heels. He looks at you with a smug, knowing expression, his gaze sweeping over your flushed skin and trembling thighs. He reaches over to the nightstand, the sound of the drawer sliding open cutting through the heavy silence.
You reach out, fingers curling around his forearm to yank him back toward the center of the bed. The sudden movement brings him crashing down on top of you, his heavy frame pinning you into the mattress. You can feel the friction of his skin, the heat of his body radiating through the small gap between you.
Toji lets out a huff of amusement, though his eyes are dark, fixed on yours with a heavy, focused intent. He holds a condom between two fingers, the foil glinting under the dim light of the bedroom. He takes his time rolling the latex on, his gaze never wavering, savoring the sight of your desperation and the way you tremble beneath him.
He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His voice is a low, rough rasp that sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through you.
"Hope you're ready for the ride, sweetheart."
He positions himself, the tip of him grazing you for a teasing second before he pushes inside. He starts slow, a deliberate, grueling pace that fills you completely and makes your breath hitch in your throat. He watches your expression, gauging every moan, before his rhythm shifts. The slow movements vanish, replaced by fast, rough thrusts that shake the bed frame. The room fills with the sound of skin hitting skin and your own loud, uncontrolled cries.
You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back to pull him as deep as possible. The shift in angle makes every thrust hit a new, sensitive spot, forcing a loud, shattered cry from your throat. You cling to him, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, grounding yourself as the world dissolves into a blur of friction and heat.
Toji groans, a sound of effort and pleasure. He maintains the punishing pace, his body slamming against yours with a rhythmic force that makes the bed frame groan in protest. He leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss that tastes of desperation, muffling your moans while he drives you further toward the edge.
The tension in your lower belly coils tighter and tighter, a white-hot pressure that demands release. You're so close, your entire body shaking with the effort of holding on, your breath coming in jagged, uneven gasps. Just as the first wave of the climax begins to crash, Toji slows down. He pulls back slightly, his eyes hooded and dark, watching the way your expression fractures.
He keeps you right on the brink, his movements becoming agonizingly slow and shallow, teasing the peak without letting you fall over it.
You arch your back, pushing your chest toward him and tilting your head back. You keep your eyes locked on his, wide and pleading, letting every ounce of your desperation show. The silence of the room is broken only by the frantic sound of your breathing and the wet, sliding friction of his slow movements.
Toji watches you, his expression unreadable but his gaze burning. He seems to relish the power he holds over you in this moment, the way you are completely at his mercy, clinging to him for the release he is withholding. He lets out a sharp soundâa mix of a groan and a laughâand shifts his grip on your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.
Suddenly, the teasing stops. He surges forward, his movements returning to that brutal, relentless pace. The bed frame slams against the wall with a rhythmic thud, echoing through the room. He drives into you with everything he has, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, pushing you past the point of reason.
The world narrows down to the sensation of him filling you, the heat of his skin, and the sheer force of his body. You feel the coil in your stomach finally snap, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that ripples through your entire frame. Your vision blurs, your voice breaking into a series of high, sharp cries as you collapse under him, shaking violently.
You keep your eyes locked on his, watching the mask of cool detachment completely shatter. Toji's breath comes in ragged, heavy hitches, his jaw clenched tight as he fights for a few more seconds of control. The muscles in his arms and shoulders cord with tension, his grip on your hips bruising as he drives in with a final, desperate series of thrusts.
AÂ low sound rips from his throat, a raw noise of surrender. He freezes, his entire body stiffening as he comes inside you, the force of his release shaking him. For a long moment, he stays buried deep, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder, his chest heaving in synchronization with yours.
The room slowly returns to silence, save for the sound of your shared, labored breathing. The oppressive heat of the act begins to cool, leaving behind a heavy, languid warmth. Toji eventually shifts his weight, rolling off you to lie on his back. He stares up at the ceiling, his arm flung back over his head, panting. He looks completely spent, the edge replaced by a rare, quiet stillness.
He turns his head toward you, a lazy, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "That was some rough sex," he mutters, his voice a gravelly wreck.
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đźinteractive fanfic "Babysitting his son" by Unforgettabwle_miaa
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count: 5k
warning: smut | PinV | blue pill | oral sex (both receiving) | overstimulation
summary: Bucky took something Sam gave him as a joke... turned out it wasn't a joke
a/n: i'll admit, this is purely porn with plot
The Tower was silent, eerily so.
Bucky liked it that way sometimes, when the others were off on assignments or out enjoying the city. Silence gave him space to think. Or not think.
Today, heâd planned on the latter.
A few days ago Sam, being the same and usual Sam, had slipped him some modern help laughing as he tossed a bottle into Buckyâs lap and winked. âYou're a hundred years old, Barnes. Might as well try what the rest of us use now and then.â
Bucky had scowled, rolled his eyes but yet shoved the little bottle into his drawer with no intention of touching it.
That morning was different.
His mind was too loud, his body tenser than usual, and thoughts of her hadnât stopped plaguing him.
Y/N.
She was everything he wanted and nothing he thought he deserved. Y/N was fierce, loyal, funny in a way that disarmed him, and way too good at dodging his awkward flirt attempts.
He tried so hard not to stare at her when she trained. Tried harder not to listen too closely when she laughed but most days, he failed miserably.
When he woke up he was already hard and aching, tons of thoughts of her were already tormenting his mind, he remembered Samâs stupid joke and he gave in. âJust to get it out of my system,â he muttered, swallowing the damn pill and dragging himself to the showers like a man on a mission.
No one else was supposed to be in the Tower anyway.
âWhat could go wrong?â He muttered to himself at the empty room.
Y/N stood in the kitchen in leggings and an old Stark Industries hoodie, barefoot with her hair damp from her own shower, sipping coffee and scrolling on her tablet. She had stayed behind from the latest op to recover from a minor sprain, nothing serious, but Tony had made a fuss and ordered her to âtake a break or face the wrath of Black Widow.â
The quiet was nice and peaceful.
She rinsed her mug and went back to her room. Until she heard a deep, muffled groan echo down the hall. Her head tilted. That was⊠definitely a male groan. Her brows furrowed. Only a few of the guys had voices that deep, and only one of them lived on the same floor as her.
âBucky?â She called.
Silence.
Then another low, frustrated sound almost like pain. OrâŠ
Her eyes widened. âOh my God.â She muttered.
In the privacy of his room, Bucky gritted his teeth and gripped the edge of the bathroom counter. This was not what he expected. He was used to⊠control. Training, pain tolerance, discipline. But this? The moment he wore his underwear, there was fire under his skin. But it wasnât due to the hot shower he just took.
The pill was working far too well and his body was strung tight, aching desperately. He leaned over the bathroom counter, sweat beading on his brow as he tried to breathe through it. He cursed. âIâm gonna kill Sam,â he muttered under his breath, palming himself through his boxers as another wave of heat rushed through him. âStupid, cock-â
He barely made it to the bed, panting as he laid back against the sheets, metal hand gripping the sheets while his flesh one wrapped around his cock. Underwear around his ankle but it wasnât working. Not enough. Not the person he craved. Not the skin to skin he really wanted.
He stroke himself fast and hard, precum dripping down his shaft, muscles tense and abs flexing with every thrust of his hand. His lips parted as low, desperate groans filled the room. âFuck⊠canât⊠fuck⊠not enoughâŠâ
Knock knock.
He froze.
âBucky?â
A voice.
Her voice.
Just outside the door.
His stomach dropped. Blood rushed to all the wrong places, the same wrong place. He scrambled on his feet jumping from the bed to the door, holding it closed. Boxer rushed on, painfully tight on him. âY/Nâwhat are you doing here?â
âI live here? What are you doing?â She paused. âAre you okay?â
âNo,â he groaned, forehead hitting the door. âI mean, yes. I meanâplease donât come in.â
There was silence for a beat. Then her voice, lower. âI thought I heard something. Are you sure?â
âMmff⊠yeah⊠Iâm fine,â he murmured, voice barely audible. Hearing her voice was killing him. Keeping his forehead against the door, his hand slid down his body inside his boxer. He gripped himself again, tightening the pressure.
Outside, Y/N frowned biting her lip. âYou donât sound fine.â
He swallowed hard, frustrated that he couldnât speak clearly. âJust⊠wait a sec,â he said, trying again, voice cracking. His metal hand pressing on his lips, trying to muffle the noise coming out of his mouth.
He tried so hard to calm himself. He moved toward the bed, sitting on the edge of it. Legs spread open and hand moving faster on his cock.
âIâm okay⊠I swearâŠâ
The door opened a crack. Heâd forgotten to lock it. Bucky didnât even try to lung forward or pushing it closed again.
She was already peeking in, eyes wide and lips parted and then she saw him.
Flushed, shirtless, wearing only a pair of very thigh underwear. Hair damp and sticking to his neck and very clearly⊠affected.
His hand was still around his cock, she glanced down smirking. He winced like youâd just caught him watching porn at work. âThis is not what it looks like.â
âAnd what does it look like, Bucky?â She asked, voice soft but tinged with something sharper. Teasing. Dangerous. He hesitated, sitting better on the bed.
She raised a brow. ââŠDid you take something?â
His face flushed red, ears burning and eyes on the floor, too ashamed of looking at her face. ââŠMaybe.â He growled. âYes, okay? Sam gave me a damn pill days ago and I thought I was alone, so IâââWhy?âHe swallowed. âBecause I couldnât stop thinking about you.â
âOh.â
âOh?â He snapped, embarrassed beyond reason.
She didnât look disgusted. Or scandalised. She looked⊠intrigued? A little smug?
The blue pills werenât meant for someone like him. Not officially. Not for a super soldier with an already enhanced everything, strength and reflexes and stamina and⊠libido. âYou look like youâre in pain,â she said softly.
âI am,â he grit. âI didnât think anyone was here. I wasnât gonna⊠hell, I donât know what I was gonna do.ââWell,â she said, locking the door behind her, âyouâve got a few options.â
He blinked at her. âWhat?â
She leaned against the wall. âYou could wait it out. Could take a cold shower. OrâŠâ She moved toward Bucky, he flinched a little once she sat on the bed near him, brushing against his hip. ââŠYou could let me help.â
His breath hitched. âY/N⊠donât tease me.ââIâm not,â she said, voice suddenly serious. âIâve wanted you for a long time, Bucky. If this is how the truth comes out⊠so let it be.â
The look in her eyes nearly undid him. Heat but softness at the same time. There was lust and even something else he didnât get immediately. It was something that burned even hotter than the pill in his system.
âSay the word,â she whispered.
He leaned closer, metal hand cradling her jaw, the human hand trembling slightly as it rested on her waist. His forehead pressed against hers. Sitting near each other, his fire rise. âYouâre sure?â
She nodded. âI want you.â
Then his lips were on hers, hungry and desperate holding many months of tension snapping like a live wire between them. She gasped into his mouth, fingers digging into his back as he backed her up against the mattress in a second.
He hovered her, grinding against her. Bucky kissed her like he was starving. Not rushed but yet devouring her. Lips slanting over hers, tongue sliding in with a low groan. His metal hand firm around her hip while the other roamed her skin like he couldnât decide what to touch first. Her neck, her waist, the swell of her breasts under her hoodie.
All of it was his to explore.
Y/N felt the weight of him between her legs as he pressed her back against the mattress, hips grinding with purpose. He was hot and hard and heavy against her, and there was no mistaking the effect of that little blue pill. âFuck,â she breathed as he kissed down her neck, nipping just beneath her jaw. âThis isnât going to wear off anytime soon, is it?â
His chuckle was low and rough. âNo. Youâre in for a long day, sweetheart.â She pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him deeper this time, moaning when his fingers dipped beneath her waistband.
He found her soaked, already slick and swollen, and he hissed through his teeth. âJesus, youâre wet. For me?â
âAll for you,â she whispered, rocking into his touch.
âGimme a little show doll⊠strip for me,â Bucky ordered her.
She didnât wast a second. Rushing up from the bed, Bucky laid down resting on his metal arm. The flesh hand goes directly to his cock as he removed his boxer. Bucky was now fully naked, stroking his cock.
Y/N stood at the end of the bed, mouth open as he saw Bucky in his glorious state. She began playing with the edge of her hoodie, letting him seeing some skin. She lifted the hoodie, no bra nor shirt under it.
Her boobs peaked out and Bucky stroke himself faster. âGood, perfect boobs doll.â
He moaned the last word.
Not wanting to tease him more, she slid leggings and undies in a swift movement.
âCome here now.â
She knelt on the bed and crawled up to him. He slid his hand on her waist and pulled her down on the mattress. His finger circled her clit slow, deliberate and teasing. She tried to grind harder, closing her legs but he gripped her thigh and spread her open wider.
âPatience,â he growled into her ear. âWanna feel you come apart on my hand first.â
He sank two fingers inside her. Her head fell back, a choked moan escaping her lips as he curled them just right, finding the spot that made her hips buck involuntarily. âThere,â he murmured, thumb rubbing tight circles against her clit while he pumped in and out with slow, merciless rhythm. âThat feel good?ââYes,â she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. âGod, BuckyâŠâ
He kissed her again to swallow the sounds she made, fingers never slowing. The metal of his other hand gripped her thigh, holding her open, strong and unyielding. She was about to came with a gasp, trembling, clenching around his fingers as her legs shook. He stopped and she grunted but he didnât even give her time to whine. He dropped to his knees in front of her on the floor, pulling her on the edge of the bed.
âWait⊠what are youâŠâ
His mouth latched onto her soaked pussy before she could finish the sentence. She nearly screamed. He licked her like a man possessed. Slow at first tasting her, then with more urgency. His tongue flicking over her clit in sharp, wet strokes. He groaned against her, hands gripping her thighs, keeping her open as he feasted on her like it was his goddamn job.
âBucky⊠fuck⊠I canâtâŠâ
âYes you can,â he growled, mouth shiny and wet. âGive me what I want.â
She came with a cry, hips twitching and thighs squeezing around his head as her vision went white. He stood quickly after that, lips slick and eyes blown black with lust. She could see how hard he still was as the pill hadnât worn off in the slightest.
His cock straight in the air, thick and flushed, leaking at the tip. âCondom,â he muttered, rifling through the drawer.
âIâm clean,â she panted, pulling her hair off her face. âAnd on the shot.â
His eyes darkened. âFuck,â he muttered. âYou sure?â
She nodded, kneeling on the bed close to the edge, wrapping her hand around his cock and stroking it slowly. âI want all of you. Nothing between us.â
Bucky jumped on the bed, just as she slid in the middle of it. She spread her legs, Bucky saw her pussy still glistening from his saliva. He took his cock in his hand, playing with her folds with his tip.
âBuckyâŠâ she whined.
âWhat?â Bucky replied smirking. His cock now slapping on your pussy. âDonât you like a little teasing first?â
You shook your head no.
Bucky looked at you. Eyes closed, hair tousled on the bed.
The first thrust stole both their breaths. He slid in deep, stretching her wide and they both moaned at the contact, at how good it felt. Raw and bare, heat against heat.
He paused only a second, breathing hard against her neck. âYou feel like heaven,â he whispered. âSo tight, fuck⊠so perfect.â Then he started to move.
Deep and smooth strokes, slow enough to make her feel every inch of him. His metal hand gripped her waist, holding her still while his hips snapped forward again and again, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out.
âWanted this for so long,â he muttered, lips against her throat. âThought about you every damn night. Touching myself, wishing it was you.â
She whimpered, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. âYou shouldâve said something,â she whispered, clenching around him. âI wanted you too.ââDonât say that,â he growled, fucking her harder now. âIâm barely holding on.â
But she wanted him to let go. So she clenched tighter, dragged her nails down his back, whispered filthy things into his ear and when she came, crying out his name, he lost it. He cursed, pulled her flush against him, and came with a growl, buried deep inside her. His hips jerked as he filled her with thick, pulsing heat.
For a long moment, they just breathed. His head dropped to her shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck, and the world felt still. âBetter than your hand?â she teased after a while, voice breathless. He chuckled, kissed her cheek. âYou ruined me.â Then, something softer. âI think I love you.â
She smiled, brushing his hair back. âGood. Because I think I love you too.â
Bucky was still hard.
Even after blowing his load deep inside her, hips trembling with release, he hadnât softened in the slightest. âJesus,â Y/N mumbled with a dazed smile, her legs barely working. âThat pill really doesnât quit, huh?â
âItâs not just the pill,â he muttered, holding her close. âYouâre in my head. Youâve been there for months.â
She kissed his jaw, flushed and glowing, skin sticky with sweat. âWell, maybe youâll finally sleep after this.ââI wouldnât count on it,â he muttered, brushing a hand between her thighs. âStill hard as a damn rock. Youâre lucky Iâm not bending you over the sink right now.â
She shivered from the pleasure. âWhy donât we compromise?â
He looked at her, and lifted her in a second.
The bathroom was already fogged up from the earlier shower but now the steam was rolling thick again, curling around their naked forms as the shower sprayed hot against their skin.
Bucky stepped in behind her, arms snaking around her waist, cock already nudging against her ass.
âI should be tired,â she murmured, eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzled the side of her neck. âBut Iâm not.ââThat makes two of us.â He turned her slowly, pressing her back against the tiled wall.
The water ran down her curves, glistening across her chest as she looked up at him. His soaked hair sticking to his skin, lips parted, chest rising and falling in anticipation. âYou look like something out of a dream,â he muttered. âAnd Iâve had a lot of dreams about you in the shower.â She smirked, trailing her fingers down his chest, over the lines of his abdomen, until she was gripping his thick and still aching cock again.
âLike this?â she asked, stroking him slow under the water.
He growled low in his throat, eyes closing for a second. âExactly like that.â
Then she dropped to her knees.
The water cascaded over his shoulders as she licked the head tasting him. Her tongue teasing the tip before her mouth went down over him. He hissed, one hand bracing against the wall, the other threading through her wet hair.
âFuck, Y/N⊠your mouthâŠâ
She hollowed her cheeks bobbing her head slowly. Her tongue was dragging along the underside. Buckyâs thighs tensed, groans echoing in the tile chamber but he didnât stop her. He didnât dare, not until he was twitching in her mouth, dangerously close again. âBaby,â he gasped, pulling her up before he could lose control. âI wanna come inside you again. Please.â
She leaned in, kissing him deep. He picked her up and she wrapped her leg around his waist as he pressed her back to the wall. He lined up and thrust in her deep enough to made her clench.
Her moan was broken and breathless against his lips as he filled her again, sliding home to the hilt.
âStill so tight,â he growled, thrusting slow, grinding against her. âCan feel you clenching already.â
She clung to him, nails raking down his back. âYou feel so good, BuckyâŠso bigâŠâ He fucked her slow and wet, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the shower. His mouth moved over her throat and her collarbone, biting and sucking marks into her skin. âMine,â he whispered between thrusts. âYouâre mine now.â
âYours,â she panted. âAlways was.â
That broke him.
He slammed in harder and faster, arms flexing as he pinned her to the wall. Her cries grew louder, water running down their bodies as he fucked her through another climax. Y/N felt her legs shaking, as her nails digging deep inside his back. He came with a groan against her neck, hips jerking, cock pulsing inside her for the second time.
They stayed like that for a while letting the water wash over them. Bucky finally pulled back, brushing soaked hair from her face, his expression softer now. âYou okay?â
She smiled, resting her forehead against his. âBetter than okay. You?â
He nodded, though his cock still hadnât gone completely soft. His body was high on her. At this point it wasnât just the pill, it wasnât even just the sex itself.
It was her. It always had been.
âRound three,â he teased with a tired grin. âEventually.â
âGod help me,â she whispered with a laugh. âYouâre insatiable.â He kissed her gently, sweet and slow this time. âOnly for you.â
She should have been tired, really tired, but Buckyâs cock still semi hard for her along with his eyes absolutely stuck on her made her less tired. They dried themselves and got back in Buckyâs room. He let her pass first, as a gentleman but also taking a look at her ass.
âFeeling his eyes on me,â
âCan you blame me?â
She turned around. âDo you have something in mind?â
He took a look at the floor, then at her.
âBarnes do you wanna fuck me on the floor?â
âWould you let me?â He looked down, almost shy.
âIâd let you do anything you want,â
Bucky smiled as he moved closer, then kissing her. At last he knelt. He kissed her stomach, then her thighs. âYouâre addictingâŠâ
She lowered on the floor, lips to his ear. âHow do you want me on the floor?â
âLaying down,â a kiss. âOn your stomach,â another kiss. âSpread your legs a littleâŠâ one last kiss.
She rushed turning herself on the floor. Her ass fully in sight. Bucky let his finger slid on her body, then he lowered and kiss her back thighs. He gave her ass a little slap, kneading her cheeks with both hands. He spread them a little, licking her pussy. He positioned himself better, cock in his hand. As he did before, he tapped her pussy with his cock. He slid inside her. Her core still warm and welcoming. He grabbed her hips as he moved his weight on his knees. He pounded in her hard and deep.
âBuck,â she moaned as she tried to move her arm behind. âCome closer⊠crush me please⊠I need itâŠâ
âAre you sure?â He snapped his hips once more.
As she nodded, he lowered on her. His chest against her back. His hot breath in her ear. He licked her neck, nibbled at her lobe. He lifted her torso, just enough to grab both her boobs. His weight completely crushing her.
âFuck me harder BuckyâŠâ
He removed his hands from her chest, letting her down on the floor. He yanked her hair in a fist, pulling her head behind. As his hips snapped harder. Precise thrusts hitting her spongy spot inside.
âOh my god,â she moaned breathless, her nails on the floor like cat claws. âJust like this⊠donât stop please⊠donât stopâŠâ
He didnât, in fact he pounded more and more in her pussy. He felt a cramp but didnât stop. He knelt completely pulling her up with him. She was now on all four, exposed and sweaty. As he slapped her ass once more, she came. Her legs trembled, as her pussy clenched on him just as she wanted to keep him in there forever.
He followed her second later. Another flush of him inside her. He remained there hands on her hips, cock inside her and forehead on her back.
On the other hand, Y/Nâs knees threatened to break the balance but she stayed there feeling his weight on her.
Once their breath were calmer, he stood up. She lost balance and felt on the floor. Bucky immediately picked her up again.
He opened the shower, turning on the hot water. Sensing the heat he entered with her clinging on him like a koala.
âCan you stand?â
âIf you hold me yeahâŠâ she muttered, face crushed into his chest.
He kissed her head, picking the shampoo. He washed her hair, then his with the remaining foam. It was now time to take the body wash. He picked the bottle and squeezed some on his hands. Y/N was in a sleepy state, against Buckyâs massive frame. He slid his hand on her body, massaging and cleaning her. Her skin so soft.
âI can get used to this,â she said, caressing his hair once he lowered himself to wash her legs. âItâs nice,â
âI want you to get used to this,â
He stood and stole another kiss from her. He got out the shower first, picked a robe and put it on. Then he took the other robe and slid on her body. He stroke his hand on her clothed body, then circled her waist. She found again her spot on his chest, standing there in the foggy bathroom.
The tower was still empty when they eventually finished and they finally went to bed, cleaned and satisfied. Y/N laid on his chest, hand on his heart. Bucky felt her weight on his torso, as his arm circled her body protecting and keeping her there.
The morning after Bucky was whistling, actually whistling, as he padded into the kitchen barefoot. When he woke up, he kissed Y/Nâs lips first.
âWeâre gonna have to face the other⊠especially SamâŠâ he said, looking down at you.
âIâm gonna thank him so much. Best sex Iâve ever had,â she looked at him noticing an almost sad expression on him. âBucky⊠I know itâs not only the pill. Iâve dreamt about it for so longâŠâ
He smiled. âIâll let you know it was not the pill⊠100% youâŠâ She corked her eyebrow up. âAlright 80% you and 20% the pill,â
When you got up, he threw on a hoodie over his bare chest. He picked something from his wardrobe for her.
He was smiling like he hadnât done in months, maybe longer.
They both entered smiling and holding hands seeing the only one Bucky didnât want to see.
Sam Wilson.
He was seated at the breakfast bar eating his cereal and froze mid-spoonful. He blinked, lowered the spoon. Then slowly turned to look at Y/N, who trailed into the kitchen, wearing Buckyâs hoodie. ââŠNo fucking way,â Sam said, deadpan.
Y/N paused. âMorning, Sam.â
âYou,â He pointed his spoon between the two of them. âYou did not. You seriously?â
Bucky walked right past him to the coffee machine, not bothering to hide his grin. Sam dropped his spoon. âWhen?!â
âYesterday,â Y/N said cheerfully, grabbing a mug. âIn his bed. Then the shower. Then the floor.â
âThe floor?â Sam covered his ears. âStop. I donât need a play-by-play!â
Bucky chuckled, sipping his coffee. âYou did give me the damn pill.â
âI gave it as a joke!â Sam shouted, now half-laughing, half-horrified. âI didnât expect you to actually use it!â
âWell, you gave a super soldier a pharmaceutical-grade sex drug,â Y/N said, raising an eyebrow. âWhat did you think was gonna happen? The tower was empty.â
Sam slumped over the counter like a man in defeat. âI thought maybe heâd get a little action. Not that heâd break the fucking foundation of the building.â
âCâmon,â Bucky said, smirking. âYou should be happy for me.â
âI was until I realised I was gonna hear about your Olympic-level sex marathon over my Cheerios.â
Y/N leaned in, lowering her voice dramatically. âYou shouldâve heard him moaning⊠best sound in the world⊠I have to thank you, Sam.â
âOKAY!â Sam stood up, backing away. âThatâs it. Iâm moving out. Iâm done. I canât live like this.â
âYouâre being dramatic,â Bucky said, sipping his coffee.
Sam stared at him. âYou barked at me the other day for breathing too loud while you were watching The Crown and now youâre here walking around like itâs Valentineâs Day morning in a goddamn Hallmark movie.â
Bucky shrugged. âIâm relaxed.â
âToo relaxed.â Sam snorted.
Y/N was giggling now, leaning into Buckyâs side as he wrapped a lazy arm around her waist.
Sam gave them both a long, unblinking look. âFine. You guys are cute together,â he looked at them. âBut stop with the sex OlympicsâŠâ
âCanât promise you anything,â Y/N said laughing.
Sam smiled, seeing his best friend happy.
Once they were alone again, Bucky picked her up on the counter. She spread her legs and Bucky positioned himself between them. She circled his neck with her arms, pulling him closer.
âI love you, Bucky. I love you so much.â
âI love you too, doll.â He kissed her. âIâm sorry for this⊠this wasnât how I meant to let you know about my feelings.â
âI like how you let me know about your feelingsâŠâ she kissed her ear, the space on the neck above the ear. He flinched from pleasure, even tho the pillâs effects were completely washed out of his body.
âIâm gonna spend my life letting you know thatâŠâ
college! noli7n7 doing the thing where one taps you ok your shoulder and goes âheyy my friend thinks youâre really cuteâ while the other is laughing the whole time
(you should kill them.)
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