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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Heacanon Eddie diaz with his camgirl sister reader but with smut please!!!

Pt. 1

tw: reader is 21+, incest, voyeurism, smut

•It’s been about 3 days and you were all he could think about

•It had been 3 days of absolute torture in the best way possible. 72 hours of hearing your soft moans behind your closed door, seeing you walk around in short shorts in the middle of the night for water and 72 hours of the bluest balls he's ever experienced

•Eddie always deemed himself a sadist, but this new found masochism was refreshing. Even though he had gotten himself off multiple times a day, whether he was home or not, was not enough

•The day he found your account is the day he made one himself. Eddie watched his phone like a hawk, waiting for the notification that you’ve gone live and when he finally got one he bolted to the bathroom of the firehouse. He entered the stall and nervously bit his nail for what you have in store

•The screen changed from “Away” to “LIVE” and his heart skipped a beat. You greeted your audience and he immediately tipped,

“Oh my gosh! Thank you MilitiaMaster!”

•Hearing you say his screen name excited him. Eddie sat down and unbuckled his belt before pulling his cock out

•You'd not gone live since he found out, so he’s had to rely on stolen peeks and his imagination as well as the memories

•Today you were wearing a pink metallic bathing suit top and he remembered exactly when you bought it,

“Is this cute?” You asked holding up the fabric.

“A little revealing. Will it even fit?”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“No! I’m saying…it’s no secret that the women on mom's side of the family are blessed in more ways than one.”

You rolled your eyes and told him he worried to much

•Now that he’s seeing it on you, he realized just how wrong he was

•To his annoyance, the bell went off and he couldn't finish watching your stream

"Eddie, you good?" Buck called through the headset while riding in the truck.

"Yeah. Just a little distracted."

"We can tell," Hen chimed in.

"What's up?"

"Family issue. It'll work itself out," he responded before looking back out the window.

•The thoughts that clouded Eddie's mind for the past 72 hours were blasphemous and ludicrous, but they were too good to let go of. Seeing that profile was the best and worst thing that ever happened to him

•The call the team was sent on turned out to be more bogus than legit, so Cap sent everyone home early and Eddie couldn't wait to see what was possibly waiting for him

•He purposefully neglected to tell Y/n that he was released early and quietly unlocked the door only to be met with darkness, aside from the light above the stove

•Placing his things down, he slid his boots off and noticed something under the console. He walked over and picked them up, soon realizing they were the bottoms of the bikini you had worn during your live

•Eddie brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, rubbing a palm over his jean clad cock before placing the skimpy bottoms into his pocket

•He made a quick left to check on Chris and once when was satisfied with the boys' sleeping state, he turned his attention to the door on the other side of the apartment

•Neatly walking across the hardwood, Eddie made his way to his little sisters room and pressed the side of his face against the door; the shell of his ear laying perfectly against the white wood

•His heart was pounding in his chest when he didn't hear any sign of you being awake and gently turned the knob to crack the door a centimeter of an inch, just enough for his eye to see what you're doing

•He hit his goal and there you were, laying on your back with your duvet covering only half your spread out body and before he knew it he was slowly entering your room to get a closer look

•Eddie crossed the width of your room and made his way to you. He loved the way your skin was illuminated by the moon light you have sitting on your shelf. He grinned to himself remembering you were always skeptical of the dark

•He took another step towards you and reached his trembling hand out. He suddenly pulled it back and sighed, knowing that if he touched you once he wouldn't be able to stop

•Whilst in his own thoughts, you stirred ever so slightly in your sleep alerting him immediately. You turned your head from one side to the other, bringing a coil across your face as you did so

•Without even thinking this time, Eddie reached his now stoically still hand out towards your face and lightly brushed the strand from your face, taking time to drag the back of his index finger down your soft cheek

•He scanned the rest of your body and noticed your hip just barely peeking out from the covers. He grazed his fingertip on the hem of your pale blue panties, delicately running it up your side until he got to the bottom of your undershirt

•By this time he was rock hard, but he had already done enough for the night so he went back to his room and watched your latest live, cock in hand. Since he could only tip once, he spent hours going through your wishlists and picking things out that he wanted to get you/wanted you to have

•The next morning was the normal hustle and bustle of getting Chris up and out for school. Eddie was woken up about 50 minutes before his alarm by the smell of bacon. He sluggishly got up and opened his door, just to close it immediately

•He had direct eye line of you in the dining room leaning over the table to set down cutlery, but he hadn't seen you since last night. Eddie took a deep breath and opened the door again to walk out

"Morning!" you said as he came though the kitchen door

"Morning. Christopher gone?" he asked grabbing a mug for coffee

"Yup! About an hour ago," you said as you took it and handed him the one you already prepared.

"You know, you don't have to go all out for Chris. Especially in the mornings. You being here is plenty," he commented as he observed the pancakes that were ready to be set on the table.

"Well thank you for saying that, but this is for you."

"For me?"

"Mmmmhm. Go sit. I'll be there in a minute."

•Eddie took the hint and got out of your way. He took his coffee and went to the dining room to sit down. His mind was racing as to why you would do this for him...

•You busted in the room in multiple trips with everything you needed for your meal and sat down next to your big brother. He was looking at you questioningly,

"What?"

"You said this was for me but didn't tell me why."

"Well I mean you work extremely hard and you let me stay here and hang out with the kid, so this is the least I could do."

•He took your hand and kissed the back before diving into the breakfast you prepared

•It had been about 30 minutes and you two were in deep conversation,

"No that's not what happened!"

"That's how I remember it," he said side eyeing you and sipping his coffee.

"Noo, remember? Kyle Saunds said that he was going to beat me up at the track and then you come barreling down the street like a bat out of hell just to sock him in the face. It wasn't until I saw that you could handle it that I silently dipped out and ran home."

"Straight to mom's chocolate chip cookies. I'm out there defending your honor and you're eating cookies."

"I mean, has much changed?"

"Absolutely not. I'll defend you until I'm no longer breathing," he said looking directly in your eyes.

"My hero," you said putting a hand on the back of his neck and rubbing.

•You removed it and brought it back to its crossed position while meeting his deep gaze. You smile gently at him when you notice a glint in his eye that you'd only seen less than a handful of times with other guys

•The two of you were enjoying yourselves in another conversation when his second alarm went off, signaling he had two hours before his shift. He started to get up from the table when you stopped him,

"Call off."

"What?"

"Call off."

"Y/n, I can't call off. It's such short notice."

"You always say Thursdays are the calm before the weekend storm, so how much man power do they really need today? Just call off and hang out with me. I don't wanna be here by myself," you said as you made puppy eyes and grabby hands to drive your case home.

•Eddie looked at you for one second before mentally punching himself for even entertaining the fact that he wanted to be anywhere but with you. He beelined for his room to turn off his alarm and contact Bobby

•He started to change out of his pajamas and into lounge clothes when you walked in his room

"Hey Eddie," you called as you opened his door.

•He turned to face you and for a split second your breath was caught in your throat as your mouth went dry. This had never happened to you before, but after breakfast something seemed off in a way that felt like things had finally started to align

•It wasn't until you looked down and noticed a pink, shiny piece of clothing on his floor sticking out from under the bed that your mind when crazy

"Y/n?"

"Huh? Oh. Um, I was just wondering if you wanted more coffee. I can put some more on," you said as you turned back around quickly to go back to the kitchen.

•He looked at where you eyes were and instantly cussed himself out. He tossed his shirt down on the bed and caught up to you as you were scrambling to put a pot on when he didn't get the chance to give you a direct answer. You just couldn't keep looking at him and needed to divert your attention elsewhere

•You reached up to grab the sugar when the flour bag came down with it, covering you head to toe in flour and with a nasty bruise on the top of your head

"Ow!" you shouted as you attempted to rub your eyes and head simultaneously.

"Oh shit!" Eddie said as he rushed to you. He gently sat you on the kitchen floor, getting down with you and started to observe you. Once he realized you would be just fine, he started to glggle.

"Edmundo! Stop laughing! It's not funny!" you shouted as you picked up some loose flour and threw it on him.

•You two kept this going for a short time when he grabbed your wrists and brought them slightly closer to you. Your laughter ceased as you looked him in his eyes and then down to his lips which had his tongue being swipped across them

"What's got you so flustered, mí amor?"

"I'm not sure anymore," you said barely above a whisper.

•Eddie places one of his large hands on the side of your face and you instinctively close your eyes and melt into his touch. You grabbed his forearm, opening your eyes back while your left index finger whispers over the skin on his knee

•Taking this as a clear sign, he pulls you forward and crashes his lips to yours. If someone had told you that you were kissing someone you had been searching years for, you'd believe them with no questions asked

•You got up on your knees, grabbing the sides of his face having him look up at you; resting on his hands. Eddie reached and tugged on one thigh at a time to properly have you in his lap

•You started to grind down on his clothed cock, moaning as you felt it growing beneath you. You reached between you and started palming him

"How long?" you asked between kisses.

"Three days."

"Three days you've thought about touching me, kissing me, fucking me?"

"Mmmm, fuck yes."

"Did you watch me?"

"As much as I could. Through cracked doors, watching you get water in the middle of the night-"

"Online," you said as you stopped kissing him and looked him in his eyes.

"You know."

"Not until 5 minutes ago," you said as you started moving your hand again slowly.

•A surge flew through him as he growled and lifted you off the floor onto the counter. His mouth attacked your neck, officially marking you as his

"You don't know how crazy you've made me. Been here the whole fucking time and I'm just now seeing," he said as he lifted your shirt over your head. You grabbed him again and plunged your tongue into his mouth savoring the silky smooth surface of his.

•You lifted you butt off the counter to lower your bottoms and panties, kicking them off

"Tell me more."

"I hated knowing those fuckers were having you in ways I never could. Having you do things that should be saved for someone who knows you, takes care if you and loves you," he panted as he released himself from the confinements of his basketball shorts, "knowing they could never treat you like I can."

•He spit in his hand sliding it along the slit of your already soaking cunt, earning a moan from you. He lined himself up, lookin you in the eyes one last time before you two can never go back. You grinded your bare pussy over the tip of his cock,

"I need you, Edmundo. Please."

•Eddie almost came right there with how needy you were for him. Hearing you beg for him is something he's only been imagining. He finally pushed into your sopping heat, eliciting a loud moan from each of you. You could feel you cunt making room for his girth and he could feel you stretching around him

•You spread your legs farther apart letting him give you every single inch. Eddie grabbed your legs as he placed them over his shoulders, his hand snatching a clump of your curls and holding lustfully tight at the root

•You moaned loudly as you bit your bottom lip. Eddie leaned in, kissing you deeply and biting the same spot you just had. With a needle point drop of blood peeking through the last layer of skin, he swipped his tongue across it before bringing your forehead to his

•You'd never had such animalistic yet soulfully connected intimacy with anyone and the with the way Eddie was whispering sweet nothings in your ear pushed you over the edge. You held on tightly to him as you soaked his cock in your creamy arousal while he fucked you through your high

•The feeling of your pussy contracting and knowing it was because of him gave him what he had been searching for and craving. All the stolen glances, panties and secret jerk sessions were suddenly worth it

•Eddie grunted and snapped his hips roughly a few more times before pulling out and coating your stomach and tits in his warm cum. The look in his eyes started to lighten but only for a second when you collected what you could and licked your fingers clean, moaning around them and not breaking eye contact

"Fuuuuck," Eddie breathed out with a chuckle

"Hmmm, you taste so good."

•Eddie sloppily kissed you once again before connecting your foreheads again. You both stayed like that for a little, coming down and enjoying being together

"So, when do we have a formal conversation about all this?

"After round two in the shower? you say cheekily.

•You both giggle as you hop down and giddily run to the bathroom to clean off the flour and left over cum

#eddie diaz 911 #eddie diaz smut #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #dark themes tw #eddie diaz x black!reader #eddie diaz headcanon #911 smut #911 fox

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stargirlfics · 2 years

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you’re telling me this ISNT frank ??!!!

you accidentally let slip that u wanna roleplay with him in a mask and all black like that but then some time passes and u forget abt it until one night he “breaks” in to ur apartment

ur scared as fuck obviously but he’s shushing u gently, pulls his mask up to let u know its him, and once u know ur safe u let him play out ur fantasy,,,,

YES YES YES! Frank fits that pic perfectly, when I first saw it I was like hmm this could really be one of those scenarios! 🥵

The relief and then like immediate lust that settles in when you see that it’s him and of course Frank checks in and makes sure it’s something you feel comfortable with doing, reassuring you it’s ok if you change your mind now that it’s happening or at any point going forward and you tell him to put the mask back on and he can see now just how badly you want this

Whew, think about him kinda cornering you, the smile on his face when you ask him what he wants, when you whimper for him not to hurt you, playing into the fantasy, it’s the hottest thing in the world knowing you’re in such safe hands, that you can enjoy the thrill of this cause you know he’s got you

Even the way he kinda pushes you around and manhandles you into that position in the picture has you soaked for him more and more by the second. And you kick and try and wriggle out of his arms but he just keeps that firm hold on you so there’s really nowhere for you to go

Yeah please sign me up! You’re so right anon!

#cnc tw #dark themes tw #frank castle x reader #frank castle headcanons

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violetmuses · 11 months

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Shards - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Shards” || James "Bucky" Barnes - 18+ MINORS DNI

FANDOM: Marvel - “Captain America: Civil War”

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader

MAIN STORYLINE: No matter what, you can’t get away from him.

Author’s Note: Hey! As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. Dedicated to @targaryenvampireslayer as well. Thanks so much for reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜

Sequel - "Seeing Black" (18+ MINORS DNI)

Main Masterlist

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2016

Through an unknown miracle, he “wakes up” from the dizzying hypnosis of mind control once again, somehow alive. Blurred vision clears. In return, James noticed the presence of Sam and Steve, who stood in this cold, decrepit room.

“I thought you were dead…” James hardly whispers, still fatigued by the daming headache that surges from so much pain.

“No.” You say, stepping further into dimmed lights that slightly casted through the ceiling.

Reality slaps James right in the face. You should be dead. He saw everything pan out long ago.

You were dragged to the Supression Machine, kicking and screaming. Across the darkened room, Kaprov stood in that camouflage uniform, adjusting his maroon beret in total silence.

Strapped into the apparatus without fail, you’re cuffed from arms to legs. Even another mouth guard is shoved to muffle further noise. In the corner, James is forced to watch, given those alarmed warnings every time he comes back to hell.

To make matters worse, you almost died because of the Serum, wailing and thrashing on that leather-belted cot.

As electric currents zip towards both temples of your small head, James knows that he heart drops. Only moments later, you scream out loud and almost shatter everything found close, nearly spitting out the mouth guard in response.

That night, security’s biggest mistake involved unlocking your restraints after successfully completing another mind swipe.

You jumped from the apparatus, bolting straight towards Karpov and not caring if anyone else dealt with the incoming carnage.

You’re strong enough to drag Karpov down, sending this man to the ground and straddling him just to punch that bastard over and over again. More operatives and white coats run for the hills, yet fail to escape your wrath before it’s too late.

The singular gunshot brings that room to a halt, and you fall away from Karpov’s loosely mounting body, still allowing him to breathe.

Blood spills onto the hardened floor, ensuring your death in James’s own blue stare.

And yet, all this time later, you stand before James, but your eyes peer towards him with venom that only HYDRA would bring out.

It was clear that nightmares lined up with your previous reputation. Hacking. Secret bombings. Covert murders. On and on.

You were HYDRA’S best kept secret, even after working through the Winter Soldier program.

“If the bullet moved elsewhere, I wouldn’t be here.” You reveal.

“Is anyone gonna tell us what the hell’s going on?” Sam interjects towards you and James, rightfully bewildered at this point. “Who are you?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You tell Sam, not wanting to explain yourself and prolong this mission. “Let’s go.”

It all matters to James. How in the world did you escape without risking more gunfire?

________

The backseat of this car is far too snug. You can barely move without James somehow lugging his own weight closer and closer.

“Sorry.” He mumbles to you. His eyes are crystal blue, looking towards you with some kind of light for once.

“It’s okay, but did Steve choose this car?” You make an attempt at humor this time.

“Yeah.” James bit his lip while facing you. No mind control. No restraints. He could think on his own, at least for a while.

Before he could ponder leaning inward, Steve and Sam returned the car, prompting James to turn away from you.

He clears his throat and glances forwards, watching nothing as the car moves again.

*****

“Can’t risk the airport and we’ve been driving for hours.” Instead of dealing with Zemo right away, Sam suggests hotel rooms.

“Fine.” Steve parks through shadows of the lot, still attempting to hide and dons his baseball cap.

“You two okay staying back here for a minute? Not sure yet if we can pull enough space for all of us.” Sam turns his head, looking at you and James.

“I’ve had worse.” You say, not even smiling because it’s true. Even James nods, completely silent here.

“All right. Don’t kill each other.” Sam warns now, locking the car as soon as he and Steve leave this vehicle.

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“What happened?” Probably ten minutes have moved along and James is the first one to speak.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You deadpan.

If you don’t speak to him, he’ll be left with his own thoughts, particularly those moments where you were terrified and screaming, trapped by the Machine.

He never wants to hear that sound again.

James never even heard your story. The real one. Did you serve the country like him before HYDRA found something? Possibilities seemed endless with someone like you.

Skilled. Inconspicuous. Brutal when need be.

Fucking beautiful.

Could some missions involve seducing people for information? He couldn’t read enough to know.

You’re watching every angle from this cornered vantage point, trying to ensure the chance of survival.

Any other time, James would’ve definitely asked you out, or at least flirted much better than Steve.

Instead, all he can do is use this new and rarely liberated time to think, even letting his mind drift to the gutter.

It’s been too long. Surely decades. James can’t help but wonder if you had someone at home before HYDRA barged through.

Did you kiss them every night after coming home from work? Did they admire your body?

You looked perfect, even right now. James quietly fought urges to reach and touch you quickly. Timing is crucial considering how often HYDRA encouraged stealth.

You would’ve flinched immediately, triggering reflexes to defend yourself and prompt an actual fight.

Not that he hasn’t seen your work before.

“It’s been twenty minutes.” You look down at your watch, planning to get the hell out of this car. Sam and Steve are taking too long.

Seeing black, not red, James whirs his leftward metal hand and reaches out, savagely clutching your wrist to pull one chance away from the door handle.

The recoil loads, but you can only whimper and he uses that same reach to pull you onto his lap. His jeans have already tented, leaving you to nearly gasp.

“Feel that?” James clenches those bright teeth, trying not to give himself away while starting to move his clothed hips.

“Do it, I dare you.” You snip back, immediately noting the way his erection bulges.

“Trying to get everyone caught? Stay here.” There’s a New York accent lingering through his words and you can’t help melting from within. You finally dry hump against him, barely hiding the mewls of your own voice.

James wraps both arms around you, especially using his metal arm to really lock down your waist. The fabric of his red Henley shirt absolutely burns his skin, but he can’t take everything off. Not here.

“Stop.” You then hurry, desperate to actually fuck James while alone in this damn car. There’s only a matter of time before Sam and Steve return after somehow lodging all of you.

As if told through another silent command, James unconsciously zips down his jeans. There’s not enough room or time for games. No foreplay, just outright filth.

“Turn around. Face the back window.” James growls through his accent once more, driving you mad.

No condoms were found in the piece of shit, either. Despite his true age, James remembers that their model would be far too old for modern times. Of course Steve would pick this one.

“Hurry.” You rush and lift up your ass for him to see, nearly begging for him to line up with your suddenly dampened entrance.

“Fuck!” The moment he slides into you from behind, James curses almost too loudly in this car.

You reach out, barely clutching leather upholstery that blurred straight ahead. Even without a condom he feels too good. His hips push up agianst your bare ass, hitting over and over again.

You hold back every scream, every call of his name, his real name. Instead of pain surging from HYDRA, you accept this much-needed pleasure, as rare as it is now.

Out of nowhere, you feel hollow without him moving inside, but ropes of white spill onto your ass, leaving James spent.

A short time later, his breathing settles.

Now, both of you have no other choice but to readjust clothes, sit back down, and act like nothing happened.

When you glance up, both Steve and Sam are walking out of the hotel, completely unfazed.

That was close. You think to yourself.

James never responds, simply looking forward.

________

Four rooms were located in the same hallway. James can’t sleep, barely able to sleep with his blanket almost covering up this floor.

He’s tossing and turning. Flashes of what just happened with you haunt him. You sounded too good, taking him quite well.

“Shit.” James rubs his face with the bare right hand, worked up beyond comprehension.

Just when he dares to slump out of here and find your room, knocking prompts his attention. James bolts up, not armed but alert.

When he opens the door, you’re standing right there, and lust fills your entire body.

_______________

This time, both of you are naked. The only sense of reality gives out when James’ leftward metal arm clutches around your hips again.

You’ve straddled his body again and started riding this man, thankful for soundproof walls. You set both hands onto his bare chest, screaming or bouncing for him.

You’re no longer terrified. He can slap your ass. Curse again. Damn-near yell out loud.

This time, James almost squeals, relieved in the name of his own control. No Cyrofreeze. No swipes. No operative or white coats giving instructions.

“Come on. So close. Come on.” He calls to you, growling as he moves closer and closer towards the edge.

“Oh, God!” At that moment, your eyes flutter to the ceiling and you spill again, warming him up as told.

You expect him to fall silent once more, thereby singaling your exit from his room.

No.

Instead, you cool down with him and he gently uses his bare right hand to push back your hair, directing eye contact.

You see it all.

The yearning. The melancholy. His need for you. His need for this.

“Stay.” James’ voice croaks. His soul would vanish if you left right now.

You nod, settling to rest your head on his chest and fall asleep.

The future can wait.

#tw dark content #dark themes tw #violence tw #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #captain america civil war #mcu movies #movies #smut warning #18+ only #strong language #minors dni #minors do not interact

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galaxofmuses · 11 months

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10 facts about Xen! :>

10 Facts About My Characters // Still Accepting!

The victims and wardens assume that Xen's name is Xenophanes, but in truth his real name is unknown and no one dared to ask them.

The common knowledge that Xen's form is a goofy evil looking hedgehog, there is a sense of elegance from the way they gestures and speak. Their voice has a androgynous tone even with a demonic filter of many voices in between.

Even if he consumes souls thanks to his harbinger, Xen does consume human food when disguised in human form. He is very pretentious about his choice of food and expects to be high quality ( example: filet mignon and foie gras and the finest aged wine)

He's Pansexual and Genderfluid! He does go by (He/Him,She/Her,They/Them,It/It's Pronouns too!) Have at it! :D

Surprisingly he does have hobbies outside of his usual hauntings. Xen loves to play the piano and singing and pottery.

His choice of music is classical like Bach and Beethoven that it gets pretty tiring to hear when they blast it out.

Xen always finds a unique way to find beauty within each victim, but they really loves to toy with Nebula despite them struggling to figure out who they are.

Xen honestly treats his Wardens in such a manipulative manner, some are long gone, but yet...some still cling onto some hope.

It's quite rare for them to even spare a victim, but Nebula is a special case. If there was an mistake, they would have give the victim a memory wipe and punish whoever brought them in the first place.

He is a very patient entity, but once he loses it, his temper is honestly horrible that they will take it out on his warden or their victim.

#:: The Cosmos has Spoken; Mun Answers ::#:: Comet by Queue ::#:: headcanon ::#:: Xen; Darkness always has its part to play ::#staticmonitor #// it's done! thank you so much!#manipulative tw #dark themes tw #gaslighting tw #abuse tw

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cryopathiic-a · 7 months

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"I can't keep pretending that everything is fine."

It was barely past sundown. The torches were being lit one by one and monks were handing out blankets to the newcomers after the first winter's chill had begun to reach this part of the woods. It was coming down from the mountains nearby, they claimed; mountains someone had yet to spot. Because the temple's expanse often seemed endless and most of the weary souls that ended up here lacked the determination to explore it in its entirety.

But one of them aspired to.

The same one that now stood beside the Lord Founder himself, overlooking the preparations for tonight's sermon — before dinner. Something to thank the Gods for all their blessings, it was said. There were a few girls in the distance finishing up the flower bouquets; and in other times, Inosuke would have shared the task instead of sitting here whisper-yelling at his sensei. But as of late he'd been receiving all this special favor, hadn't he? Even now, as a cold palm lands firmly upon his shoulder with those words, he should feel honored!

The slightest force suffices to turn the boy's gaze towards those girls; their forms evident through the shoji. An iridescent claw points to the shortest of the bunch.

❝ See there? That's Akina. She came here last week. ❞ He doubted Inosuke would have noticed. There were so many of them, coming and going after all. ❝ Two weeks ago, her mother tried to drown her in a tub. They were a large family, but very poor. And even though she told me she loved her siblings very much, she had to leave them all behind because she knew her life was in danger. Too many mouths to feed. So she had been selected, as the least desirable daughter. ❞ Dōma pouts. His honeyed voice carries a perfect immitation of sympathy. ❝ She feels horrible about this incident, as you can imagine. But more than her mother's attempt on her life, she has been shaken by the thought that she is unwanted. Isn't that horrible? For your own parents to make you feel unwanted? ❞

Inosuke wouldn't know. Kotoha loves him so much, after all.

His head cants and some of those beautiful white gold tresses fall on Inosuke's shoulder, carrying the pungent smell of water-lilly blossom and incense. A stench he's almost lathered the poor child in, at this rate. The girls giggle over some inaudible joke they shared in the distance.

❝ And then this one, there— ❞ His finger moves to pick out the tallest, this time. ❝ That's Himari. She has been here for a month, I believe. Her family home burnt down and she was left with nothing but ashes. When the authorities found her, they blamed the fire on her carelessness. She was left on the street to die; and there men found her and took her to Yoshiwara. ❞ Inosuke is still a child. He shouldn't hear these things. No child should ever have to hear these things right?

Right.

❝ And then ... they sold her. As a slave. To others in the entertainment district, that did all sorts of horrible things with her. You know... things that she still has bad dreams about to this day. ❞ He nods as if to emphasize these words. And his gaze is penetrating as it burrows into the innocence of those emerald eyes; and sucks it dry. Himari's face momentarily loses its smile as she turns to hang a flowerband up on the wall. The demon's pout slowly contorts with a mock sorrowful expression.

❝ So, let me ask you this; do you think it's fine for them? Do you think things are fine for them, in their lives now? ❞ Compared to what they had before, it seems pretty innocuous doesn't it? From suffering, to being concerned with flowers. He stands to full height once more, removing his firm hold on the youngling.

❝ It's disappointing to me, that you did not take after your mother at all. The way you think... it's quite selfish. ❞

#assault tw #dark themes tw #♛ ¦ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ༺ answered #whirling fangs #(( tumBLR WONT TAKE THE TAG AAA ))

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“how does it feel?”

═══ UNPROMPTED INTERACTIONS ═══ LEAGUE VERSE

"...To die? What an odd question, particularly from someone like you, if you don't mind me saying, Miss Irelia. You have killed countless humans, did you not take a moment to look upon their eyes as they went?" His stare was cold, lifeless as his gaze reflected the moon and her sharpened gaze - but his finger was quick to lift, "I know what you say, that Noxians aren't people, surely there's no way humans could do such a thing to eachother… But they did, they do, where they come from or their ancestry doesn't matter… Their blood is red, like yours, like mine, and almost everything in this world is meant to die. But I imagine you're asking my own experience."

His expression lifts into a small smile, keeping his gaze upon her as he cupped his chin, staring through her very being - at her hatred, at her hurt. "I suppose it depends on the person and how they go, but for me… My eyes were beaten until the green of Zaun turned into blood, the air was stripped from my lungs as I choked on the muddied puddle under me - all while someone much stronger than I held me down. I…I remember someone screaming, someone - a woman - begging for me to not go yet. I don't remember much about her, but she had yellow eyes and soft hands. I think we may have been friends at some point." The Ionian air tasted sweet as he sucked in to fill his lungs, a breath he did not need to take but one that was comforting regardless.

"I felt my body slip away and just like that, there was no more struggle, no more pain, nothing. I did not exist anymore, whatever I was had faded and I was never supposed to return. Yet here I stand." The mage's expression was hollow and blank of every emotion he had shown up to that point, "I suppose many die in fear, unable to rest even as they rot within the earth or are grinded up into meat for the Noxian empire. I've no doubt their grieving has bled into the soil too, how much blood do you think has absorbed into these very trees around us? How many Noxians do you think are part of this place now? Haha - and don't say Ionia wouldn't take them, nature is but a beast, a motherly beast - but it still has teeth and claws and will eat anything given to it. The corpses you've piled, that they've piled...well, its a bountiful feast."

Less so a laugh and moreso a harsh snort left him, "We all die the same, though, we're all human at the end of it. To say someone isn’t is to say we can do what we want to them… I am sure that the Grand General said the same thing to his troops when they were sent here. Maybe to make them feel better, but it doesn't change what they've done, what you've done, what many of us have done. Did you want to forget that they are people? I have to wonder if maybe you're just lying though, to know your family was torn apart by humans just like you and I - it's much more palatable to imagine they were animals lacking of any good qualities, that they could never cry in the same way as you do. Is it a lie you tell to everyone around you or perhaps a lie you tell to yourself? I cannot blame you, we are terrifying creatures after all, the only things on this planet that can justify stripping the life of another and then act as if our hands aren't wet with their blood."

It was odd, the way he spoke. There was no malice, no stinging venom like that of a snake - his words were flat and calm like a lake…a gentle acceptance of what change and death truly was. Nature's delight, he almost felt silly for trying to fight against it so often while alive, to try and bring his siblings back...What a foolish endeavor.

"…Why though? Are you frightened of death? Of the abyss? As I said, almost everything is meant to die - and being alive isn't so special either. Millions before you and after you will be born and die too, it isn't as though you'll feel anything after." A pause, "Death isn't something you feel, its just…the end; there is no more pain and suffering. No more pleasure but also no more desire for pleasure. You won't have to suffer anymore and won't be deprived of any deliciousness that you otherwise could've experienced. Existence is a burden, a burden that we are biologically programmed to embrace - there is really nothing to it at all. At the end, everyone's end, you'll find that what you've done will eventually wither to nothing too; when the great grandchildren of the people you've helped speak your name for the last time. "Noxian or Ionian, man or woman or child - you'll return to nothingness just as you were before, and even if Noxus tears Ionia to pieces - or Ionia tears Noxus to pieces… that will become nothing too." He smiled,

"You've been nothing far more than you've been something, and we are never meant to come back."

#ic #rp #bladesdanced #nihilism tw #dark themes tw #death mention tw #murder mention tw #verse: league #i really wouldn't suggest reading this if you're in a bad spot #ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ 𝔸. 𝔹𝔸𝕌𝔻𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɢᴇ 】#cut for content

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No but imagine yan!Chris gently yet firmly training you to be his perfect wife and future mother of his kids. He’ll def be the type to put his beloved in a golden cage and have you pampered while isolating you from the rest of the world.

yan!Chris will do the most deliciously fucked up things to mold you into the sweet, submissive, and obedient perfect little wifey he yearns for you to be. Soon, you’ll only ever be able to depend on him and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Bonus: yan!Chris also has a breeding kink in my world, so there isn’t a day that goes by where his precious angel isn’t filled to the brim and covered in his cum. yan!Chris wants his big Italian family, god damn it, and he intends to get it!

Yes yes yes this is what I’m talking about!

Yandere!Chris would be in it for the long haul, he’s got time on his side, carefully molding you, instructing you, filling your head with all the right ideas and words and isolating you away from any dissenting voices that might ruin his deceptive web of plans! He’d be so calculated about it!!!

#tw yandere #dark themes tw #yandere!chris evans #dark!chris evans #chris evans headcanons

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violetmuses · 11 months

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Seeing Black - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Seeing Black” - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

FANDOM: Marvel’s “Falcon and The Winter Soldier”

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader

MAIN STORYLINE: Years have passed, but you’ll never forget….

Author’s Note: Hey! Here’s the sequel to “Shards.” As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. Thanks so much for reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜

Also dedicated to @targaryenvampireslayer. Thank you so much for supporting my work! 🩵

Shards - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

Main Masterlist

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2024

James never even heard your story. The real one. Did you serve the country like him before HYDRA found something?

Possibilities seemed endless with someone like you.

Skilled. Inconspicuous. Brutal when need be.

Fucking beautiful.

Could some of your own missions ever involve seducing people for information?

All these years later, James learns at last that the answer is yes.

Apparently, you were hired as one of Selby’s private servers. Setting down bottles on the table and organizing glasses, you barely make eye contact with all three men. Your body sways in this tight dress. Even fabric rides up whenever you move.

If not for his need to stay in character around Zemo and Sam, James would’ve flirted.

As of now, he’s fighting every urge to step forward and acknowledge you. You’re teasing this room in the worst way possible, intoxicating.

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum and I will give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything that you want.” Helmut Zemo stood up from his chosen armchair and lurked towards James, momentarily baiting Selby here.

You can’t do anything, only pouring each glass of whisky for the guests. Nearby, Helmut Zemo, an escaped terrorist, rubs James’s chin.

“Now, that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you straight away. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right.” Selby almost plastered her wickedly famous smile.

It wasn’t long before Zemo then sat back down in the chic armchair, gladly taking the drink. James and Sam were once again quiet, refusing other glasses.

“Thank you.” Zemo’s Sokovian accent rasps towards you towards dim lighting. His deep brown eyes also send chills.

“You like her?” Selby smirks, glancing near Zemo for just a moment. You planned to corner elsewhere in the room, but this woman brought up another “special” tonight.

Internally, James wants to end that facade right now and punch Zemo square in the face. Of course Sam can’t look out of place either, but even he knows what’s going on.

An incoming prospect couldn’t actually be happening. Did you even consent for moments like this?

“She is remarkable.” Zemo continues, glancing up at you from the chair and biting his lip soon afterwards.

“Come here, love.” Selby purrs once more, gesturing for you to come back near this crowd.

With no other choice, you listen, striding your heels towards Selby and these particular men. You can’t look weak around James, especially given current circumstances.

One wrong move will lead towards death.

“Yes?” You finally allow yourself to speak and then face Selby in the name of complete obedience. Staying in Madripoor keeps you out of a cage, no matter how dark every night could be.

“Help my friend. He’s rotted away in a German prison for eight years.” Selby implies so much and you know the drill by now.

Satisfy whoever. Listen to every command like a good girl.

Staying in character but slightly intrigued, Zemo rests his glass down and prepares for all you offer.

James wants to scream. He remains stone faced, but burns within. Despite his call to this mission of Dr. Nagel’s plan, he remembers that amazing night with you.

The car. The hotel room. Your mewling cries of pleasure. Growling to reach your melted spots over and over again.

Both lust and need course through James, but envy rears its head, showing up as you face Zemo and dare the unthinkable.

You’ve straddled the Baron and reach out to smooth back his light brown hair. He wrapped both arms around your waist.

“Anything you want.” You say to Zemo, curling your nail to run one lingering touch along his bare chin.

All that you can manage from Zemo is earning one feverish kiss. He sat up in the armchair and settled your weight further onto him, setting his dangerous lips onto yours.

By the time your own lips pull away from him and you rise to leave the press of his ever-slightly mounting pants, Zemo struggles breathing. Even one curl falls out of nowhere, shadowing brown eyes.

“She’s brillant.” Selby chimes back in.

“What were we discussing?” Seconds later, Zemo clears his thoat, trying to stop the absolute erection that should’ve kicked off now.

“Nagel.” Selby winks in return, surely going back into this conversation.

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“What the hell is wrong with you?” James finally breaks character and yells at Zemo.

By this point, all three men had chased out the Brass Monkey Saloon because Sarah called Sam’s phone, almost immediately prompting covers to be ruined.

Just before Selby could signal their kill, one piercing gunshot ran out, all thanks to Sharon Carter.

With Selby dead, bullets zipped and this huge escape ran out, leaving one bounty to loom right over their heads.

“Part of the plan.” Zemo defends himself.

“Looked desperate if you ask me.” James rips back. “Should’ve taken my chance to kill you on the plane.” James metions his earlier close-call. Zemo had called out Nakajima after reading Steve’s gifted notebook.

“Is that jealousy I hear right now, James?” Briefly smiling, Zemo keeps talking regardless. “Do you want a complete stranger?”

Shut the hell up. You have no idea. James thought to himself.

“Sharon, did you see her get out of there?” Ignoring Zemo, James mentions you, hoping that you’re still alive.

“Yes.” Sharon reveals.

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Sharon’s party ends near two in the morning.

In one bedroom, somehow not even drunk, Zemo is nursing his umpteeth drink of the night. Yet, he then sets that glass elsewhere and opts to settle down at last. No more grooving.

Sam snores in another guest room, worn out from that mission instead of jamming this evening with other people.

As for James, he found you on the dance floor. You dodged Zemo that time, swaying alone in a brand-new outfit. No blood. You looked genuinely happy for once because Sharon must’ve saved you too.

Now, you’re kissing James on the couch, half-naked as another striking dress pools around your waist. His leftward metal arm also whirs at times, clutching the hold in question.

“Did you like him?” James asks you, surely mentioning Zemo and revealing that low New York accent.

“It wasn’t bad. He got hard too. I’m not stupid.” You tell James.

“Nasty bastard.” James mumbles and you run your fingers close to his beard, gently scratching. “I’m better.”

“I know.” You say, remembering everything about what happened eight years ago.

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Using a condom this time, James turns you around for his favorite position. Over and over again, you muffle cries of pleasure as his hips slap against your bare ass once more.

Dressed in this black and dapper suit earlier, this former Winter Soldier unbuttoned his slacks, sliding into you from the back mercilessly.

He then covered your mouth wth his leftward metal palm, trying to stifle the possibility of getting caught. He’ll always remember what went down in the car.

Sharon’s rooms aren’t soundproof here.

“This is mine! Remember?” James clenches his bright teeth once more, still not trying himself away.

“Yes!” You whimper into one sofa and his New York accent growled closer and closer towards you.

“Cum for me, Doll. It’s safe now. Cum.” James offers that direction without malice, wanting you around before anyone else. Zemo be damned.

“Oh…” You cry out and spill for James as told, warming up the condom seconds later.

His hips stutter and James pulls out of your core, leaving you empty as he throws out the condom.

Not long after you’ve fixed your dress, James returns to the couch. He then grabs your face with both hands, metal and bare, to kiss you deeply.

Your breath trembles when James moves away from you, ending another moment of passion.

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“Four members of the radical group the Flag Smashers were killed today in a car bomb attack as they were being transferred to a high-security prison. There are no suspects in the bombing. The group had opposed the global relocation efforts of the GRC, who just this week had announced changes in their overall policies of repatriation and resettlement.”

You’ve escaped Madripoor at last, but listen to the radio while driving in New York. Whoever was responsible for taking out those remaining Flag Smashers would deal with hell in time.

Recently, your own record was quickly pardoned on the basis of extenuating circumstances. The Blip and Snap screwed up everyone, leaving countless folks to go mad, if not act worse like Karli.

Now, times were different. You started with a clean slate, and could wake up every day with a clear conscience.

Pulling onto one extremely familiar parking lot, you roll down the window and honk that horn, calling out towards fresh air.

“Buck, we’ll be late! Hurry.” You then notice James stubbing out a cigarette and call his nickname.

“Thought I could drive.” Smiling, he leans inward to kiss you and walks around for the passenger seat.

“Come on.” You rush to speak, almost speeding out of the lot as this car leaves Dr. Raynor’s office.

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“She's your girlfriend now?” Sam, now officially working as Captain America, questions James at the Wilson family cookout in Lecroix days later.

“Yeah.” James confirms this truth and lifts his beer, watching you laugh with Sarah across the boardwalk.

Happy endings exist after all.

#smut warning #tw guns #guns tw #violence tw #dark themes tw #tw dark content #happy ending #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes drabble #minors do not interact #minors dni #18+ only #strong language #flash warning #bright lights tw

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