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imyourbratzdoll · 4 months

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I have a request you are up for it. I kind of had this idea where Steve Rogers really screwed the Reader over in their past relationship and cheated on her with Sharon and dumped the reader for her. Even the avengers don't talk to her anymore and made her look like the toxic one in the relationship. two years later it's his and Sharon's wedding day and it was a beautiful and wonderful, however reader returns and decides to kill seek her revenge on Steve and Sharon and the rest of the team. Let's just say she gets it and Steve suffers. (Reader is a witch by the way)😈

hello honey, I hope you like what I've done.

summary - steve cheats on you, causing the team to turn against you to save the world from hating him. years later, you finally seek your revenge.

warning - angst, torture, cheating, dark content, badass female

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

It had been two years since Steve Rogers broke your heart, you thought that would be the worst of it, but the fact the team turned on you and screwed you over by making it seem like you cheated on Captain America, causing the world to hate you, treating you like shit until the point you snapped. If they wanted a bad guy, they’ll get one.

You sat in a dark room as the tv played, your ex was getting married to the tramp he cheated on you with. Your golden eyes sharpen as you glare at the screen, causing it to explode in sparks. You grin, the whole team would be in that church, making this so much easier for you.

Your hands glow as you begin to hover, your long black dress falling gracefully around your legs. “Oh, the day that the Avengers fall and all by my hands.” Your laugh echoes throughout the room and you disappear, reappearing in front of the god-awful building. “Oh god, could their taste be any worse?” Your hands face down, levitating toward the church doors and flinging them open with your magic. The whole room falls quiet. “Well, well. Where was my invitation?”

Your head tilts as Sharon huffs. “You aren’t welcome here!” Your eyes move around the room, connecting with each person. “Hello? Get the fuck out! Didn’t you realise you weren’t welcomed when Steve left you for me?!”

You smile, your gaze moves back over to hers and you stare. Watching as she shivers under it. “Sharon, Sharon, Sharon. You should know not to mess with a witch, especially a pissed off one.” Your hand flies up, stopping a bullet midair, you slowly tilt your head, looking at the small metal object before your gaze follows where it came from. A grin forms on your face as you connect with Natasha’s. It appears you found something that made the big Black Widow shudder with fear.

“Y/n, stop this. You are only hurting yourself.” You blink, once, twice, thrice before your laughter fills the room, sending chills up everyone’s spines. “Why are you laughing?! Do you not realise how insane you look right now?!”

“Sweet, sweet Natasha.” The bullet melts as you direct your hand toward her, lifting her in the air, watching her dangle as she struggles. “I’m not hurting myself, I’ve finally healed from the pain you all put me through. Because, sure I loved Steve and it felt like my heart had been ripped out when he constantly cheated on me with some wannabe tramp. But I could’ve lived through that, what I wasn’t expecting was the heartbreak from the people I considered family.” A growl rumbles within your throat, eyes glowing brighter with each word and emotion. “I can no longer hurt myself when you did a wonderful job of it for me.” You twitch, you can feel the stupid witch trying to enter your mind, her magic feels like something irritating, like a jumper that continues to itch because someone made it out of that horrible fabric.

You continue your hold on Natasha, turning your head, gold meets red. “What are you doing, Little Witch?” You blink, sending her flying across the room, crashing into a row of ugly flowers, causing you to scrunch your nose. “Ew, who chooses weeds for their special day?” You huff, feeling a body slam into you and your other hand reaches out, strangling Vision as he tries to charge again. “What is with you people, don’t you know it’s rude to just attack a person.”

“Y/n stop. That’s enough.” Two years ago, your heart would’ve pounded inside your chest from hearing his voice. But now, your heart lies cold within your body. The rest of the team that you don’t have a hold on, stand, readying for a fight. It felt comedic. “If you don’t leave, we will make you leave.”

You throw your head back, letting out another chilling laugh before your head falls forward and you glare at your ex. “You make me leave? Do you think you’re stronger than me? You may be Captain America, but deep down you’re just that weak little boy back in the 40s.” You float over to him, black and gold magic building beneath you in a cloud and the anger builds in your veins. Your hands fly back, throwing those you had in your hold against the church walls before you reach in front, releasing all your magic onto the one man, watching him fall to his knees. “You and your team are no match for me, Steve Rogers. You will never be, you will all fall before you even manage to take me with you.” You lower to the ground, standing over him, leaning over, moving your face close enough that it looks as though you are about to kiss. “You will beg me for your life. It may not be today or a year from now, but you will.” You grip his chin between your fingers, forcing him to look into your eyes as you smile.

Your eyes flash, stopping Tony from approaching, his Iron Man suit begins to slowly enclose on him, squashing him from the inside. “Not so fast, Mr Stark.” Your magic wraps around Steve’s body, keeping him in his position as you turn and face the rest of the Avengers. You look at each and everyone of them, letting your magic explode around you and the room, wrapping around them. “Soon you will all fall, no longer loved, no longer remembered. The world will move on without you and in your demise, you will beg me for help, falling deeper and onto your knees. Sacrificing your beliefs and pride.” You begin to descend from the steps, smirking. “Hm, why don’t I continue to torture you guys some more.”

With a wave of your hand, all their nightmares come to life. Every single person or thing that they don’t want to face appear in front of them, torturing them, allowing you to sit back and watch with a smile, a glass of wine appears in your hand as you watch them all suffer. A few hours pass and you grow bored, making everything disappear along with yourself.

While your magic circulated around them, it allowed you to see their future and it gave you many ideas to how you could continue to ruin their lives. Starting with the man who destroyed you. You close your eyes, feeling your spirit escape you and travel back in time, appearing in front of a woman that many looked up to.

“Peggy Carter.” She spins, looking around for the voice. Your eyes glow and your magic surrounds her. “The love you feel for Steve Rogers will turn into hate, he will appear soon and will want to stay. You will fill his head with every hurtful thing you’ve thought of. You will see who he really is and how much he has changed when he was the smaller version of himself. You will destroy him, rip out his heart and squash it in front of his eyes. He will finally know how it is to feel his heart being broken.” She blinks, walking over to the photo of Steve, staring at it, and wondering why she has it before Peggy grabs the photo and drops it into the bin.

You smirk, disappearing back into your time and body. Your eyes open with an evil glint, staring right at the readers.

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corroded-hellfire · 2 months

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The Boy Is Mine (Red's Version) - Eddie Munson x Reader

For @carolmunson’s writing event! Thank you for hosting this fun and uniting challenge 🥰

Summary: A romantic evening at Eddie’s trailer where you finally put a long-time dispute to bed.

Words: 2.2k

“Mmm,” Eddie moans as he stretches his arms out over his head. His tight back muscles loosen at the movement, having become stiff from sitting in one place so long to watch a movie. This is the third week in a row you two have had Star Wars Date Night and even though you both love it, neither of you realized how sore you’d get sitting in one spot for hours or how many times you would need to get up and use the bathroom during the long films.

Your boyfriend looks down at you, where you’re resting your head on a throw pillow in his lap. He smiles as he gently traces his fingertips down your cheek.

“Ready for bed, beautiful?” he asks.

You roll onto your back to look up at him. A rogue curl falls down in your direction and you take the opportunity to wrap it around your pinky.

“I guess so,” you say.

Reluctantly, you sit up and push yourself off the couch, allowing your boyfriend to do the same. The whole walk down the hallway to his bedroom, Eddie has his hands on you: gripping your hips, sliding them along your waist, tugging at the hem of your denim shorts.

“I’m capable of taking my own clothes off, you know,” you muse as you step into his room.

“I know. I just think I can do it better,” Eddie mumbles against your shoulder, pressing kisses there and up the side of your neck.

“Can I change into my pajamas and then you can grope me? Does that seem fair?” you ask.

Eddie chuckles and takes a step away from you. The moment you move further away from him though, he grabs his chest and acts as if your distance from him is literally killing him.

“Aw, damn,” you mutter as you pick your bag up from the floor and set it on Eddie’s bed. “Looks like I killed my boyfriend.”

The overdramatic metalhead drops to his knees, making the thin walls of the trailer shutter, and crawls towards you as if you’re an oasis and he’s been in the desert for days.

“Need…my…girl.”

Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s theatrics, you tug your shirt off over your head. Eddie’s eyes go wide and watch you like a hawk as you take off your bra and jeans as well. You slip an oversized Metallica t-shirt on and put your clothes back in the bag. Something pink and sparkly catches your eye and you perk up.

“Oh!” You pull out a small notebook, covered in stickers in all its glittery glory.

“What’s that?” Eddie asks, finally standing up from the floor. He tosses his own shirt aside and undoes his handcuff belt.

“Just something to prove to you that I’ve been right all along!” You point the notebook at him like it’s an accusatory finger as he strips down to his boxers.

“About?” Eddie asks. He grabs an old yellow scrunchie you left over a while ago and ties his hair back at the nape of his neck.

Instead of answering him, you sit down on the bed and turn yourself until your ass is up against Eddie’s pillows. Then you lay back and kick your feet up to rest against the wall, leaving your body at a ninety-degree angle.

Eddie situates himself the opposite way, his body lying the typical way with his head coming to rest right next to yours.

“This,” you say as you open the notebook and begin to flip through the pages. Eddie tilts his head up to try and get a look but all he can see is swoopy handwriting in black ink scrawled across the white pages. “is the diary I kept in fifth grade.”

“Oh God,” Eddie says, running a hand down his face.

“I found it when I was cleaning my room this morning. Maybe now you’ll believe me!” you exclaim, and you begin to flip the pages with more fervor. “Aha! Here we are. My eleventh birthday.”

“Babe, you only invited me to your birthday party because you invited the whole class. It’s okay.”

“No!” you groan in exasperation. “I mean, yes, I did invite the whole class but that’s not why I wanted you there.”

“Right,” Eddie says, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, “it’s because you had a crush on me.”

“Ugh!” The fact that he doesn’t believe you drives you up the wall. But now you’re holding proof. It’s right here in black and white—and clearly not in your current handwriting. “Prepare to be proven wrong.”

You clear your throat before you begin to read your pre-teen self’s diary entry.

“Dear diary, it was a pretty great birthday. I got a new bike from mom and dad. Chrissy gave me some new gel pens and Heather got me a Rick Springfield poster. But the best part of all was EDDIE! Duh! I didn’t see him when I cut my cake so later I grabbed a cupcake and punch to bring to him. I found him in my treehouse and we sat there for a while. Together. Just us! I wanted him to kiss me soooooooo bad but I knew he wouldn’t. It’s dumb to think he’d like me the way I like him. I can’t help it though. I just wanna take Eddie Munson’s face in my hands and kiss him until our lips fall off.”

You stop reading when you and Eddie begin laughing.

“See?” you say, nudging Eddie’s shoulder with your own. “I bet you don’t even remember that day.”

Your boyfriend lets out a loud bark of laughter before raising his eyebrows at you.

“Wanna bet?”

The backyard is set up with long tables covered in colorful plastic tablecloths, grilled meats or snack foods laid out for guests to nibble on. The day is bright and sunny, but not blisteringly hot to be outside. It seems like half of your class is in the bounce house as you walk past it. A couple of your friends call your name, urging the birthday girl to come join them, but you have other plans.

In one hand you hold a cupcake and the other a cup of Hawaiian Punch. You couldn’t find where your mom put the extra cups from this party, so you had to settle for the Fairy Princess themed paper cups you had from last year’s birthday.

Squinting to keep the sun from your eyes, you take another scan of the backyard. Some neighbors talking by your dad over by the grill, a few of your aunts walking inside the house with your mom, and kids scattered around the yard like dice thrown across a Yahtzee board. But not the one kid you’re looking for. Still, you don’t give up. He was here before and you’re sure you would’ve noticed if he just left.

As you come to the back corner of your yard, it’s both cooler and much quieter. The shade from the looming maple tree brought a sense of calmness to the small, tucked away area. You take a few steps closer to the trunk of the tree and when you look up you see the treehouse you built with your dad and uncle two summers ago. And hanging out the front entrance of your hideaway fort you see two dirty white sneakers, one looking a little worse for wear than the other.

You walk around to the other side of the tree where planks of wood are hammered into the thick bark; your makeshift ladder. It’s a little difficult to climb with the confection in one hand and a full cup in the other, but you manage to do it without dropping or spilling either. Eddie’s head turns to you as you climb up the hole in the floor behind him. One corner of his mouth quirks into a smile and it has butterflies rushing throughout your stomach.

Determined to not make a fool out of yourself in front of the boy you have a massive crush on, you set the cupcake and beverage down as you pull your body all the way up into the tree house. Once you’re securely up, you scoot over to sit next to Eddie. Your legs dangle next to his out what could be considered the front door of the fort.

“What’re you doing up here?” Eddie asks, not unkindly but not exactly warmly either. His eyes never meet yours, instead gazing out ahead, in the direction of children laughing.

“You missed cake,” you tell him.

Eddie looks at you from the corner of his eyes and you realize he’s trying to determine if you’re being sincere or not. Anger settles in your veins and you’re suddenly ready to single-handedly take on any bullies that pick on this sweet boy.

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” Eddie finally replies.

If only he knew how wrong he truly was. It seems like you’re always aware of where Eddie is in relation to you. Whether it be seated behind you in class, down the table at lunch, or halfway across your own backyard.

“Well, I did,” you say, trying to quell the heat in your cheeks at your response. “And I brought you this.” You reach behind you and grab the Hawaiian Punch in the Fairy Princess cup. The reminder of what you’re giving him this beverage in has your cheeks getting warmer again though. “I ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?”

Eddie takes it from you and raises it to his eye level to inspect the different creatures depicted on it. An amused smile graces his lips, but he doesn’t laugh.

“It’s good. Fairies are cool.”

His response makes you feel lighter as you wrap your fingers around the polk-a-dotted cupcake wrapper and present the vanilla dessert to him.

“And this,” you say.

The boy takes a sip of the punch and sets it down next to him before accepting the cupcake.

“Thank you,” Eddie says softly. It’s the quietest you’ve ever heard him speak before.

“No problem,” you answer, just as quietly.

Slowly, Eddie peels the wrapper from the cupcake and takes a large bite that envelops half the treat in his mouth. As he chews, you notice he has a little vanilla frosting smeared above his top lip. You can’t help but smile as you gesture to the area on his pretty, pale face.

“You’ve got a little…”

Eddie sticks his tongue out and runs it around his lips, cleaning off the mess.

“Actually,” Eddie says, tilting his head as he looks at you, “so do you.”

A frown of confusion creases your brow.

“But I didn’t have a bite.” Your hand goes up and feels across your face. “Where?”

“Riiiiight…” Eddie swipes his pinky through the white frosting and dots it at the very tip of your nose. “There!”

The way your face crinkles up makes Eddie’s heart beat a little faster. And when your laughter joins in, Eddie swears he’s in love.

“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t like you,” Eddie says, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Honestly, I thought you liked Chrissy.” You roll on your side and nudge Eddie’s earlobe with your nose. “That’s why I tried to copy her look as much as I could for a while. Didn’t work that well, but I tried.”

“Chrissy?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to look at you.

“Mhmm,” you affirm, not meeting his eyes. “Actually, I thought maybe you liked her again last year when you guys were chemistry partners. Or maybe that you’d never stopped liking her. I mean, she is really pretty and the sweetest girl, and—”

Eddie stops you with a gentle hand caressing the side of your face. He turns on his side so you’re nose to nose and slowly swipes his thumb across your cheekbone.

“Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true. I didn’t like her last year. Or in fifth grade. Or ever. I’ve liked you since the fifth grade, though.”

You slip off of the bed and rotate yourself so you can lay by Eddie’s side. He tucks you under his arm and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Sorry,” you say softly. “Guess I had a throwback moment after reading that adolescent angst.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like I never get insecure.”

“Or jealous,” you add, but with a small smirk.

“I guess, yeah,” Eddie agrees, cheeks flushing pink at the admission.

“And possessive,” you say, tightening your grip on your man.

Now, Eddie has an amused expression on his face as he studies you.

“And you like that?” he asks.

“It’s hot,” you explain bluntly with a shrug.

Eddie rolls his eyes fondly and presses his lips against your temple, leaving them there for a moment.

When he reluctantly pulls away, he reaches behind him and turns off the light. The moment he’s back down beside you, you’re clinging to Eddie like a koala bear. He doesn’t mind one bit as he holds you just as securely.

After a little while, his eyes start to slip closed. But before he falls fully asleep, he feels your leg slip in between his. Your knee lifts until your thigh is pressed right up against his cock. Suddenly, he’s not so sleepy anymore.

“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem,” Eddie grumbles out, making you giggle.

“I would hardly call that a problem.”

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eddieschains · 10 months

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Fishnets

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

TW// 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), choking, daddy kink, creampie

“Ready, rockstar?” You asked Eddie with a smile. Tonight was one of the biggest Corroded Coffin shows he had played yet. It still wasn’t The Garden, but he had finally upgraded from 5 drunks to about 50. You were so proud of him, and you let it show.

“Nervous.” He responded with his head down as he shook his legs and arms in anticipation. “Did you see how many people were out there?” He asked as he finally met his eyes with yours.

“I’d say about 50. Pretty full, baby.” You walked closer to him to rub his shoulders in hopes it would help calm him down a little bit. “You’ve done it before and you rocked, you can do it again.” You smile and give him a soft peck on the cheek.

“That was when the biggest crowd was 15 people… not fucking 50.” He scoffs before Gareth comes in the room and interrupts you.

“Hey, man. We’re on in 5 so… finish up.” He nods his head before walking back out towards the stage.

Eddie takes a deep breath in and turns to you, finally cracking a soft smile. “Can’t turn back now, can I?” You giggle softly and shake your head as you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips against his. He sucks in a sharp breath before humming into the kiss as he places his hands on the small of your back. “I’ll see you out there.” He winks before walking out.

You grab your beer that you had taken with you to the greenroom and make your way to the stage, off to the side but still front row so Eddie could look at you if he started to feel anxious.

As soon as the guys walk out, you’re screaming at the top of your lungs. You didn’t care if no one else was, but you were there to make sure they all had your full support. You watch in awe as they start playing, always in shock as to how Eddie is able to command a crowd. No matter if it’s 5 people or 50, he always gave it his all. You honestly had never seen a band with such immense stage presence, and for a band whose biggest show was 50 people in a sweaty bar, it was pretty impressive.

You watch intensely as Eddie puts his entire body and soul into the music, especially his body. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t incredibly turned on every time you watched him play. The way he closes his eyes and leans his head back during the guitar solos, the way he rolls his body into the mic stand, the way the sweat drips down his bangs and onto his chest, it was overwhelming for you.

You tried to focus on the music and push your filthy thoughts to the back of your mind, but the ache in between your legs made that harder by the second. You knew the adrenaline that would be pumping through him would play to your benefit, and now it’s all you could think about.

You were so lost in thought, you barely even noticed the show had ended before Eddie was running off the stage and picking you up by your waist and lifting you into the air. You giggle as he spins you around before setting you back down and pressing your chest close to his, keeping his grip tight on your hips.

“Did you have fun?” You wrap your arms around his neck and smile widely.

“God, that was the best fucking show I think i’ve ever played.” He pants, still catching his breath. “How’d you like it?”

“I’d have to agree with it being your best. You did amazing, baby.” You push his sticky bangs out of his eyes as you bring him in for a deep kiss. Heated enough for him to immediately get hard enough for you to feel him through his jeans.

He pulls away once he realizes that you two are in fact in public, with people probably staring already. “Come with me.” He whispers in your ear before taking hold of your wrist and nearly dragging you to the back and into an empty bathroom.

He turns and locks the door before facing you and kissing you again, somehow with even more heat and passion than before. His hands find a place on your ass as he drags his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for access as you open your mouth slightly, just enough for him to push through. You both moan into each other's mouths as your tongues fight for dominance.

His hands come back up to your hips as he walks you backwards towards the sink, lifting you up and placing you on the edge. His mouth doesn’t leave yours as he traces his fingers across the lacey material of your bralette, down your leather skirt before ghosting over the fishnets hugging your thighs.

“There’s always something in the way, isn’t there?” He whispers in your mouth before dragging his lips down your jaw and sucking on your neck. You tilt your head back to give him better access as you run your fingers through his hair and let out a breathy moan.

His hands squeeze around your thighs as one of them pushes your skirt up, revealing your barely there black thong underneath the mesh. He looks down to see your wetness pooling around your thighs and he chokes back a lustful groan.

“Fucking christ, baby. I get you this worked up when I'm on stage, hm?” He smirks up at you, dragging his index finger down your clothed cunt, earning a shudder from you. “So fucking wet… wonder what she tastes like. Guess I need to find out, don’t I?” Your breathing is already becoming ragged as you nod impatiently.

He continues running his finger up and down your heat, applying pressure after every other stroke. He slowly lowers himself on to his knees, pushing your thighs open with his elbow before he unexpectedly rips your tights open, nearly shredding them with the amount of force he uses.

A gasp escapes your throat as you watch him, his mouth agape as he focuses on his finger trailing through your ever growing anticipation. He moves your panties to the side, moaning softly at the sight of your glistening pussy. He runs his finger through your folds again, gathering your juices and watching as you squirm at his touch.

“Eddie… please.” You whine as you buck your hips into his hand. “Don’t tease.”

He chuckles and places a quick peck to each of your thighs before licking a slow stripe up your slit. You suck in a sharp breath at the feeling, and he takes notice. He gives you one more agonizingly slow drag of his tongue before sucking your clit into his mouth. He alternates quickly between flicking his tongue across your bud and sucking with as much fervor as he can muster.

Loud moans escape your mouth with every new movement, too lost in the pleasure to even care if people outside could hear. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, watching the way his mouth moves around you as you grind further into him. He moans around you, sending vibrations through your entire body which only pushes you closer to the edge.

Your legs start shaking slightly, and he takes it as an opportunity to suddenly slip two fingers inside of you. He fucks into you hard and deep, trying to bring you to your orgasm even faster.

“Shit, Eddie… I-I’m close, baby. So fucking close.” You throw your head back as you allow yourself to be taken over by the feeling. He looks up at you, moaning even deeper at your reaction as he sucks even harder and moves his fingers faster. It only takes a few more pumps before you’re screaming his name and squeezing your thighs around his head as he sucks and licks up every last drop of your cum.

He slows down the speed of his fingers, but keeps pushing them inside of you to help you ride out your high as he detaches from your pussy. “Such a good girl for me. Getting my face nice and wet… just the way I like it.” He praises as he stands up from the floor to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue while his fingers continue to lazily push in and out of your throbbing cunt. “Ready for my cock, baby?”

You moan in response as you notice he’s already undoing his belt and pushing his pants down just past his thighs. He removes his fingers from your pussy, and uses the wetness around them to slide up and down his hard cock. You watch the way he pumps himself, whimpering as you wait for his next move before he comes closer and drags the tip through your folds.

“Beg for it.” He growls, continuing to tease you with the leaking head of his cock.

You moan at his words as your hips involuntarily buck up to meet more of him. “Want you to fuck me so bad, please. Need you inside of me… need to feel you stretch me out so perfectly- fuck, please, baby.” You ramble, wanting nothing more in this moment than to feel him fill you up.

He groans sharply, wasting no time as he slams his entire length inside of you. “Fuuuuck. You feel so good wrapped around me, baby.” You wince at the sudden feeling before you fall apart around him, squeezing him in and moaning his name into his shoulder.

He pulls out almost all the way, before slamming back inside. He does this a few more times before settling on a steady pace, thrusting almost as fast as his fingers from earlier. “Pussy’s so fucking tight… gonna make me cum already.”

You place your hands on his back, running them underneath his shirt so you can dig your nails into the skin as he fucks into you at a rapid pace. “You fit so perfectly inside of me, baby. Always fuck me so good.” You moan into his ear to egg him on.

One hand grips tightly on your hip as he brings his other to your throat, just resting it there for a moment before applying a slight amount of pressure. The sounds of your heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin is almost enough to send both of you over the edge.

“She’s just so hungry for my cock, isn’t she?” He groans as he looks down to watch the way you suck him in with every thrust. “Just begging to be full of my cum, hm?”

Your walls tighten around him at those words alone, as you feel yourself getting close once again. “Want you to cum for me, wanna feel it. Please, I need it.” You whine, digging your nails into him even deeper as he slams into you harder with every thrust.

“Need you cum one more time for me, okay? Can you do that, baby?” He asks as he looks you in the eyes, the hand that was on your throat now traveling down to your clit to rub hard circles. You whimper and nod as you clench around him, trying to push yourself closer and closer. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for daddy.”

That’s all it takes before you’re shaking underneath him and digging your nails into his shoulders so deep, it was sure to leave a mark. “Thaaat’s it. What a good girl you are.” He breathes out, now thrusting even harder and quicker to reach his own high. “Gonna cum in this perfect little pussy of yours. That what you want, baby? Want me to fill you up with daddy’s cum?”

Your brain is so foggy from your last orgasm you can’t even give him a verbal answer. You just moan in agreement and nod as his thrusts get sloppier with each one. His breathing get shaky as you feel his cock twitching inside of you, a sure sign he was gonna explode any second now. “Oh, shit. Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up- shit shit shit…” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back as he gives you one more particular hard thrust before you can feel him coating your walls with his warm ropes of cum.

He falls into your neck, breathing heavily and still thrusting slightly as he comes down from his high. “Fuck… you’re perfect, you know that?” He pants into the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses along your jaw. You run your hands up and down his back to soothe him as you focus on regulating your own breathing.

“I fucking love you, Eddie Munson.” You breathe out, softly kissing down his shoulder.

You both stay still for a few moments, catching your breath and coming back down to earth before Eddie pulls away and looks at you with a grin. “You gonna let me fuck you in the bathroom like this when we sell out The Garden too?”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “With the amount of money you’d be making after selling out The Garden… I’d let you fuck me in the janitors closet for all I care.”

He chuckles and kisses your cheek. “Been there, done that.”

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yveaart · 4 months

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kissin’ n hope they caught us — csc

you caught your boyfriend talking to a girl in your class a little too long during the discussion, her giggles traveling directly through your ear canals and sending big red flash warnings through your brain.

sure you should always trust your partner and let them freely to people, but it is her that you can’t trust. you and your boyfriend had took a quick cool off after a heated fight that now you were ready to discuss, but it seems like he was too busy.

this girl had been known to be having back to back relationships just to poorly cover up her huge crush on your boyfriend. if you were gonna be honest you we’re feeling uneasy but that isn’t like you, you were much more capable of punching her straight to the face if she attempts to make your boyfriend smell her perfume one more time.

you knew the routine by the back of your hand, you’ve been giving her the benefit of a doubt by showing her sharp stares whenever she flirts with him, today was the third period in row, and that was just for today. you can’t fathom how far she could go and you simply had enough.

you could tell cheol was already planning his third try for asking to be dismissed to the washroom but he just held a smile towards her knowing that your professor gave him one too many periods to relieve himself.

you grinned at the clock signaling g a few moments left until a quick break, you knew you had to do something. you weren’t one to be too kind to people to be sharing out your boyfriend. it was your time to show who he belongs to.

as the clock ticked your uninterested professor exited the room unbothered, as you saw her friends wait at the door like clockwork. she rises and skips to them while giggling as you swiftly place a note on her desk unnoticed.

you waved to your boyfriend as he let put a huge sigh.

“aw, but i thought you were giggling together babe?”

“it was insufferable but i had to be nice love”

“mhm how about i help you relax?” you said slyly grinning at him

he smiled receiving your message, you both got out of the room as you rushed him to the upper floor and led him to the computer lab on the farthest room of the floor.

you both giggled to yourselves having the lab to yourselves.

“you know i couldn’t handle it today” you fake pouted as you gently pushed cheol to the chair.

“thought you weren’t the jealous type love?” he said clearly teasing you as he raised his brows.

“oh you know that i was lying about that” you hiked up his lap as you said those words.

“i love it when you’re jealous anyway” he smiled as your lips connected frantically rising to make out session.

his hands gliding up and down your back as you massaged and slightly pulled on his hair, his mouth would slightly open from the pleasure.

you backed up looking at his face already looking like he’s fucked and his cute little glasses getting fogged up and stained with your sweat.

“more please baby” he sighed gasping for air, but you continued staring at him.

“what? do you want me to take off my glasses?” he asked

“fuck no, you look hot in them”

you once again connected your lips now that your mouth is gaping and your tongues collided. low moans were emitted from his mouth driving you to slowly grind on him.

“god i love it when you take control”

you smiled sucking on his neck knowing that someone saw you making out on that room and had to runaway from the scene after being told to by a note on their desk.

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derangedrhythms · 7 months

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Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God; from ‘The Witch’s Life’

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gennsoup · 24 days

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During the rainstorms of April the oyster rises from the sea and opens its shell-- rain enters it-- when it sinks the raindrops become the pearl.

Anne Sexton, The Sermon of the Twelve Acknowledgements

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Tears of an Angel

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You’ve been trapped at HYDRA for god knows how long, until the cell next to yours gets someone new. Who is this man, and why is he comforting you? He doesn’t even know you.

♡ Warnings: hydra, bucky’s trauma, heavy angst, hints to sexual assault/abuse, torture, literally this is so sad i’m sorry

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+

You didn’t know why it had hurt that much. He wasn’t anyone special to you to begin with. He was merely a stranger fighting for his life— just like you.

It was a silly gesture that you had let your withered mind believe. You weren’t sure if you held such distaste for him hurting you— or for yourself for allowing it to hurt that badly.

You watched the man shout with anger, dripping into fear— lastly he cried of exhaustion. You watched him shuffle throughout his little room, begging with no one in particular— to set him free. The decent sized hole in the wall separating you two— gave you a front row seat to the man’s episode. The outbursts shouldn’t of interested you, but the glimmer of silver from his arm had caught your attention. This man being different than all the others you’d seen.

He did this frequently, every episode shorter than the last. His voice would grow more hoarse, his shuffling would quiet down, his energy vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. Adrenaline would do nothing for him now.

It had been almost a full month of examining the man from your spot in your own cell. Never did you find energy in yourself to say something— comfort him. What was the point, right?

Although the more time that passed, the harder it was to not say something. The man’s faith was thinning right before your eyes. You felt awful for this man’s suffering, all which had been seen by you. You thought you could sit aside, watch him give up— then he’d leave. It’s what you did with all the others, all of them hurting as bad as the last. But this man was a fighter, he was determined— fighting towards something. Maybe someone.

It was only making things worse, the ending would hurt greater than all the others. He was different, he was strong. Knowing that, you knew they would never let him leave. He was their property now.

That’s just how things worked here. Your strength was taken advantage of.

Today he was staring mindlessly at the wall, his eyes dull and lifeless. You didn’t know why you wanted to say something suddenly, but the urge to ask if he was okay— burned at the front of your mind. It was a dumb question— of course he wasn’t.

His hair was longer, having grown out in his time trapped here.

You were about to say something, beginning to clear your throat when your cell door was open suddenly. You were shocked, the gist unexpected— you were starting to think you were forgotten in here. No one having checked your room for quite some time.

But as the guards hoisted you up— easily since you had no fight left in you. They guided you out of the room, down the hall to an eerily familiar room. One that had your stomach knotting up, dreading the pain you were about to receive.

You were so caught up in the moment, you had missed the man’s head glance over to you— through the hole in the wall.

The door swung open, the guards carelessly tossing you inside— causing you to land hard on your hands and knees.

You let out a cry— half pain, half frustration. You were unsure how you we able to endure such amounts of pain. You begged for the darkness to consume you. Letting you limbs fill with ice, your whole body sinking into a cold deep oblivion. An escape.

But it was over— for now.

You pathetically crawled to your spot against the wall, the movement causing pain to shoot up through your body.

You stared blankly at the wall, wishing you could forget the horrid events that had just happened.

Today was bad. Bad not coming close to describing the true agony your endured, the torture that you went through the felt like forever.

Your lower region throbbed painfully, and you wished that you could be numb. Wishing so desperately to not feel anything.

You felt violated— the urge to rip off your own skin. The thought of your own flesh had you revolted, wanting to throw up. You didn’t want to feel your own skin, you couldn’t look at it— you wanted it to all stop. You stayed eerily still, fearing that your deep breaths— the expanding of your chest would cause you pain.

“Hey.” A soft horse voice called.

You sluggishly moved your head towards the voice, your eyes meeting with concerned blue ones.

You stayed silent— furrowing your brows like you wanted to say something, but found your lips sealed. Truthfully, you were afraid to speak. You feared the guards would hear and punish you some more— you just couldn’t deal with even the thought.

“Are you okay?” He tried again.

You scoffed, wanting to bitterly laugh at his question— but ended up crying instead. Your body shook painfully, your hands clutching your lower abdomen. You quietly sobbed, your tears soaking your thighs as you hunched pitifully.

Your mind was chaos, you felt overwhelmed. Your body was alert, ready for the guards to enter at any moment— while your mind was exhausted.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay— I’m here.” He whispered through the gap.

You slowed your cries, the comfort his words brought you felt foreign. He didn’t even know you, you didn’t even know him— yet he was trying to comfort you. Maybe it was because you were in such a vile place, that had you grabbing a hold of the sliver of comfort.

You hugged yourself, glancing back up to his eyes now— surprised to find them filled with worry. His gaze scanning over your form, as if he was searching for the reason of you distress.

“I’m Bucky.” He introduced, now sitting against the wall, keeping his eyes trained on you.

You could finally put a name to the face.

You swallowed, trying to remind yourself that a name didn’t mean anything. You could know someone’s name and not be close with them, the walls could still stay up. Right?

“(Y/n).” You told him, your voice so hoarse— a sound barely came out. Your screams from the torture shredding your vocal cords.

Bucky smiled, although it didn’t reach his eyes.

“That’s a pretty name.” He thought out loud, and if you had any room for butterflies— you would’ve been blushing from nerves. All your body could manage was fear— pain.

Bucky watched as your body shook with a particular painful looking wave. His eyes widening in concern when your hands clutched your lower abdomen. Your face scrunched up painfully, squeezing your eyes shut— wishing for this sensation to pass.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay— I know it hurts now but just keep breathing okay? You can—” He paused, slipping his right hand through the gap in the wall. “You can hold my hand if you wa— need to.”

You slowly unscrunched your face, taking deep breaths like he had said— the fresh cool air soothing your lungs. Although it caused slight movement, the deep breaths were calming you.

You stared at his hand— hesitant. A part of you knew you shouldn’t— the fact was you shouldn’t even be talking to him. But the other part of you was desperate for human touch. It had been years since you last felt someone— someone’s gentle touch.

Your hunger won, that’s how you found yourself slowly scooting from your spot on the wall, towards the gap— towards his hand. The movement causes the throbbing to pick back up, a whimper of pain escape. You were close enough and grabbed onto his hand tight, squeezing it in hopes he could make the pain go away.

“I’ve got you— just keep breathing. I’m right here.” He cooed, his voice smooth and calming.

You still didn’t know why he was being so kind, but you decided not to question it any longer. You were grateful, to find comfort in such a place.

You quietly sobbed, holding onto his hand— his thumb occasionally rubbing back and fourth on the back of your hand.

“We’re gonna get out of here, I just know we will.” He whispered, and you had a feeling he was trying to convince himself.

You noticed he was peppier today, having more fight in his voice. You weren’t sure if he was only faking it for you, either way— you appreciated the motivation. He was relaxing to be around, specifically today. You wouldn’t question the leave you could find in a place like this. Hell.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You whimpered, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. Your lower abdomen starting to burn uncomfortably.

He gave your hand a tight squeeze, rubbing his thumb up and down once more.

“No need. We’ve got each other now— we will be okay.”

Oh how desperately you wanted to believe his words. Well— you did.

Months had passed, you both clung onto each other everyday— that was until he was taken one day and he never returned. You knew it was completely out of his control— but you felt hurt. You couldn’t stop yourself from feeling betrayed.

You didn’t know why it had hurt that much. He wasn’t anyone special to you to begin with. He was merely a stranger fighting for his life— just like you.

He had held your hand, talked you through some bad moments— he showed you that kindness still existed.

It was a silly gesture that you had let your withered mind believe. You weren’t sure if you held such distaste for him hurting you— or for yourself for allowing it to hurt that badly.

So for now, you’d sit against the grimy wall— counting down the days until someone knew took up the other cell. Then the cycle would repeat and you’d wish for the darkness to consume you.

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