Burned At Both Ends - James "Bucky" Barnes

Burned At Both Ends - James "Bucky" Barnes

Happy (late) Halloween!!! Been thinking about James "Bucky" Barnes as of late, so thought I would write this kinda scary scenario for the spooky season, even tho this is a very different type of scary.

This is very angst filled, so just beware of that lol. And warning, mentions of torture are in this. So if you're uncomfy with that, might wanna skip this one.

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If it wasn't for his eyes being visible, you never would've recognized him.

All around his eyes were coated with a sort of black eyeshadow, making him look intimidating, even more so with him wearing a freaky looking mask and a metal arm. But one thing was for sure, you knew his eyes.

You knew that was Bucky.

A shot rang out, hitting metal loudly. Your ears rung violently, making your head spin.

At first, you were sure you were dead. The gun was aimed at you, but it never hit you.

You looked up with wide eyes, seeing that famous red, white, and blue vibranium shield covering your torso. Right beside you was your best friend, Steve, giving you a once over with concern before being ripped away from you by your former boyfriend.

You were frozen in shock, seeing Bucky alive, but not...himself. He was alive, but why was he fighting his best friend and why was he trying to kill his former partner? That gun was aimed at you, the love of your life pulling the trigger.

You weren't a super soldier like Steve, but against your better judgment, you made a move to help him. It was a split second decision, your heart ruling your head in attempt to help your best friend, no matter the consequences.

From the corner of his eye, Steve saw you running for the assassin's gun that was pointing at his head, immediately calling out for you to stop. But it was already too late.

You reached for the gun, the split second decision paying off for as soon as the gun's aim jolted it fired off a shot, just missing Steve's head.

Steve looked on in wide eyed horror as he almost came close with death, again.

You looked Bucky dead in the eyes as time seemed to slow, looking with him with the most emotion you could conjure, but only a cold dead expression was looking back.

Bucky looked to his left, as if he suddenly heard something, looking back at you with furrowed brows. What...?

Bucky grabbed you harshly by your arm that was already extended out towards his gun. You winced when he squeezed your wrist tightly, forcing you to his chest, the grip so strong you heard a sickening pop and a rush of pain shooting to your shoulder, then your wince loudened into a yelp.

"Y/n!" You could hear Steve yell, but a sudden sharp pain in the back of your skull caused the world around you to darken until your vision went completely black.

The one thing you remember before you came to was how cold you felt, not your entire body, but you felt the rough feeling of cold metal wrapping around your waist. Then you were awoken by being not so gently placed on a table, metal as well, you gathered, from the hollow sounding thud it made when the back of your head slammed against it.

Your eyes were still closed, but they began to tighten even more shut when your vision went white, light shining so brightly on your face that you could feel the heat from the electricity.

You forced yourself to open your eyes when you felt harsh hands grab onto your limbs, pushing your legs together and your arms by your side, seeing unfamiliar men surround you as they fastened buckles over your body.

You immediately started to struggle, promptly shouting out various obscenities at your apparent captors, until you received a hard slap to your cheek, your head turning from the force, and a voice shushing you in a soft voice.

With angry eyes, you turned to look at who dared to assault you, but your angered expression quickly turned into one of shock when you realized who was in front of you. "Pierce?"

Alexander Pierce, the well respected and charming Secretary of the WSC and head of S.H.I.E.L.D., was standing right in front of you, a wicked grin of his face.

"What? Why?" You couldn't form a coherent sentence, the bump on your head and lack of information causing you to stutter.

"Yes, I know you probably have a million questions for me Agent L/n, but fear not, I will answer the most important one." Pierce spoke arrogantly before he paused for dramatic effect, "I am Hydra." He revealed, still sporting that grin of his that usually would be make a person feel welcome or supported, but all it did now was make you sick to your stomach.

You still almost couldn't believe it, there was no way Pierce could be with Hydra, you always thought he was loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I know it's probably a shock, but we don't have time for that now." Pierce lowered himself down to sit beside you, placing an unwelcome hand on your knee that he deemed friendly. "I need you to tell me everything about Steve Rogers."

You furrowed your brows. "What...?"

"Your friend has become a bit of a nuisance these past couple weeks, and I need to know how to find him. Now, you must know a great deal about Steve, you two being so close and all."

Now you understood, Hydra wanted to take Steve out, him being too much of a threat.

"I do hope you cooperate, dear. I've always thought you were a kind woman, I like you, but if you don't tell me what I need to know them I'm afraid we'll have to take more extreme measures that I'd really like to avoid."

You scowled, trying not to show your panic as a couple men readied various weapons of torture, as you tugged at your restraints. "You must not think too much of me if you think that I'm gonna tell you anything about Steve."

Pierce frowned slightly, sighing as he nodded his head. "I was so hoping you wouldn't say that." Pierce nodded to his guards, then to the other two men. "I hope you won't be so stubborn when they start working."

From the corner of your eye, you saw the love of your life watching the situation from the sidelines, a cold dead expression on his face. Why was he just letting this happen? "James..." You called out weakly, your heart breaking when he looked like you were speaking another language. He truly didn't know who you were, did he...?

Pierce gave you another wicked smile before he left the room, ordering his men to follow out.

Your lip trembled as Bucky walked out, leaving you to the mercy of your captives. Please, don't leave me here...

You could've thought the cliché thing, that Bucky leaving you hurt worse than any physical pain you could ever be put through, and that would be true; but honestly, it was the last thing on your mind when the assigned torturers started doing their job.

Ever since you first joined the military with Steve, you had been trained and taught what to do if you got captured by the enemy. Of course, no matter what stupid move you made, Steve never let you get caught. Until now...

At first, you tried not to scream. You didn't want to give these sadistic men the satisfaction. But no matter how strong you thought, and knew you were, any person can be broken.

You focused on Steve, the brother you never had. It was all that kept you from giving up. You could not let these people know more than they already did about him. You couldn't let yourself be the person to get him killed.

Soon, all that you knew was pain. Steve wasn't in your mind anymore. All memory of what the outside world was like faded away. You couldn't keep track of how many days you were stuck on that torture table. It felt like you had been there for a century. Who knows? Maybe you actually had been. Every time you've passed out from the pain, they could've put you in cryo and you wouldn't know the difference.

There was only one thing on your mind: you wanted the pain to end, you needed it to end. But it didn't, so many times you came close to breaking, begging for the torture to stop. But the pain was so great, you didn't know how much longer you could handle it.

Then, there was one day when the torture just...stopped.

For most of the time you've been captured, you've been strapped to this metal table, not even getting a cell. You would be forced to sleep on that table, your alarms being the tools you were prodded with in the supposed mornings, only given food and water to be kept alive. But one day, your assigned torturers never came into the room. The day before, you heard the distant sound of chaos, for whatever reason. You still heard people walking down the halls of wherever you were kept, but never the harsh stomps that usually indicated you were going to be tortured that day.

Then you heard it, the screams. But accompanied with the screams was gunfire, glass shattering, you might've even heard a couple explosions. The sounds all around you reminded you of your time in the military, even if you didn't see as much action as Steve, it brought you back to that horrible place. The light that was constantly shone on you, it started to feel like heat from an explosion. Screams echoed in your ears, you felt like you were going to die.

You screamed in terror when you heard the door to the room bust open, the force of whoever opened it so strong it knocked the door off its hinges, flying across the room. And in came Bucky, but it still wasn't him. Even without the mask and eye makeup, he was still the Winter Soldier.

In any other situation, you would've been overjoyed to see him. But considered the situation he put you in, the sight of him made you cower away. You couldn't stop the scream that escaped you when he stomped toward you.

*earlier*

He was heartbroken. This isn't what he wanted. This was the last thing he could ever want.

Bucky watched as the Winter Soldier grabbed you, in a way that he never would, delivering you to Hydra. No...please, anything but this. Bucky wanted to scream, curse, fight the Winter Soldier, fight whatever the fuck Hydra put inside him. This wasn't him, he would never hurt you. But there was nothing he could do, he wasn't in control, he was trapped in his own mind.

He heard you call out his name, but he didn't respond in the way that he wanted to. He wanted to cry as he heard your screams as Hydra started to torture you...he did this, this was all his fault. He promised to protect you, and he did the exact opposite. He hated this, he hated himself. He tried to fight so hard, he fought until he broke through, Bucky broke through, but Hydra was quick to destroy his mind again. You couldn't be the person to make the Winter Soldier fail his mission, the Winter Soldier never failed his missions. This time wouldn't be any different.

"I'm with you to the end of the line." Then he finally snapped, the Winter Soldier wasn't in control anymore.

Bucky went back to find you, to save you, he just prayed he wasn't too late.

Bucky killed everyone he saw. Shooting, cutting, stabbing, exploding. He didn't even blink an eye. All these people had a part in making the Winter Soldier, it was fitting they were killed by their own creation. Bucky was happy to be the karma that they all deserved.

Then he found you, finally, on the same table he last saw you on. Bucky's eyes filled with angry tears, seeing every visible mark on your body that was placed on you against your will. But worst of all, the look on your face when you saw him.

Now he knew how you and Steve must've felt, it was like you were looking at complete stranger, and someone to be feared. You were scared of him. You, the person who he knew used to love him the most. But now, you must've hated him.

Bucky couldn't even go anywhere near you without causing you to scream, trying to break out of your restraints. He was scared you were going to hurt yourself, and he couldn't let that happen. It broke his heart, but he had to tranquilize you for your own safety. He couldn't help you if you kept trying to fight him. "I'm sorry." Bucky whispered as your eyes fluttered closed.

Bucky carried you in his arms as gently as he could, walking past every Hydra agent he killed and out of the facility. He figured it was safe enough to take you to your own apartment, he wanted you to be in a familiar environment when you woke up.

Bucky untensed slightly when he entered your apartment, it wasn't that different to how you used to decorate back in the day, it brought him some comfort that your style hadn't really changed. As he laid you down on your bed, he noticed the picture that was on your nightstand.

Bucky smiled sadly when he saw the picture was of you and him. He wasn't one to look in mirrors too often, but he still knew he looked so different. His eyes looked full of life and full of love for you, and his smile was genuine. And you looked just as beautiful. Bucky wanted to take this as a good sign that you still held some love for him, if you kept this picture next to you every night you slept. But after everything that's happened, any feelings for him were probably long gone.

Bucky thought about leaving before you woke up. He didn't want to scare you, but he didn't want you to be paranoid about being hunted by him if it ever crossed your mind.

When you woke up, your eyes shut tightly as soon as they opened, the pain from your wounds being the first feeling you felt. You struggled as you sat up, but you noticed how your wounds were dressed, and your dislocated shoulder fixed. Then you noticed you were on a bed, your bed, in your apartment. You quickly remembered what happened before you were knocked out, and you shot out of bed as fast as you possibly could and grabbed one of your handguns that you kept hidden underneath your bedside table.

You silently exited your bedroom with your loaded gun, keeping it pointed to the floor as you entered your living room. You stopped yourself from gasping when you saw the Winter Soldier sitting on your couch. You froze as he made eye contact with you, but his eyes weren't expressionless like the last time you saw them. "Why did you bring me here?" You asked sternly.

"It's your apartment, isn't it?"

You grit your teeth, was this some sort of elaborate plan to get more information out of you? Was Hydra using Bucky against you now?

As soon as Bucky stood up from the couch, you raised your pistol up at him. "Do not." You ordered, keeping a firm grip on the firearm.

Bucky felt a sense of pride, proud that you were ready to defend yourself, even from him. But from seeing the way you held your gun firmly but your index finger barely touching the trigger, and how your heart was beating rapidly with your breathing uneven, he knew you wouldn't shoot.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Bucky said softly.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because I...I love you." He stuttered, tears coming to his eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat, your hold on your gun loosening to the point you almost dropped it. "James?" You whimpered.

Bucky only nodded weakly, before he broke out into quiet sobs.

You quickly discarded your gun, setting it down and speed walking over to Bucky. You let out a short cry as you wrapped your arms around him, almost not believing that this was really happening. Bucky was alive, your Bucky, not the Winter Solider.

"I'm so sorry." Bucky sobbed, not wrapping his arms around you in return, so afraid to hurt you any more than he already has.

You shook your head. "It wasn't you." You whispered.

You weren't surprised at how easy it was to stop being scared of Bucky, but then again, you weren't scared of Bucky. Once you realized the Winter Solider wasn't in control, you had no problem embracing the love of your life.

"I hurt so many people..."

"You weren't in control, Buck." You pulled back to look at his tearstained face, gently wiping away some tears from his cheek.

Bucky flinched, not used to such loving touches from anyone, in such a long time. He risked lifting his flesh arm, tenderly grabbing onto your forearm, running along his hand until he reached your own. "I missed you so much, Y/n." He kissed the back of your hand, causing your bottom lip to tremble, seeing him being so gentle with you forcing tears to come to your eyes.

"I've thought about you every second of every day, James. All this time...I thought you were dead." You cried, allowing your tears to fall.

Bucky, for the first time in ninety years, genuinely smiled. "I love you so much. I've missed you so much too."

You smiled back at him tearfully. "I love you, and I'll never stop loving you, no matter what."

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ugh, spain without the s.

NSFW Alphabet - Gally

I've literally been trying to take a nap for about an hour now, but I can't stop thinking about my opinions about Gally. To be blunt, I am a thirsty bitch.

Warning: this gets a bit intense...excuse me while I hardcore blush

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gally's personality does a complete 180 after sex. Soft kisses, cuddles, affirmations, and making sure you had a good time and nothing was too much for you. Literally turns into a giant teddy bear.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands, mostly because you love them so much. He likes them because he needs them to do literally anything, especially being a Builder, and he loves the way they look wrapped around your throat. But he also loves whenever you compliment his eyes, it makes him feel special.

As for you, this boy is 100% a thigh guy. He loves squeezing them, and loves being between them. Your ass would be a close second, there is not a day that goes by where he randomly smacks it as he walks past you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Gally is not afraid to get a little dirty, he'd cum anywhere on your body honestly. He especially loves cumming on your tits or in your mouth, he adores the fact that you swallow.😛

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sorta can also be part of the cum category, but he's always fantasized about filling every one of your orifices to the brim with his cum, the thought alone never fails to make him pitch a tent.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very cause of the whole being trapped in the Glade thing, but he's a very quick learner and loves to learn even more.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves a good doggy style, grabbing your throat from behind and making you arch backward so your face meets his so he can kiss you mmm *chef's kiss*

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Depends on what kind of session you're having, but typically, Gally is super serious during sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't really care to groom down there too often, but he does keep it clean and trims from time to time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Again, depends, but he absolutely can be super romantic. He loves keeping eye contact, holding your hands, and he can be really delicate when he wants to be.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he's super horny and you're not in the mood, he might get himself off sometimes. But he can be really patient and wait until you're into it, just makes for a better session really

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It'd be easier to list off the things he doesn't like. He loves spanking, hair pulling, choking (on his dick), biting, scratching, slapping, a bit of bondage and blindfolding, slight degradation (he loves calling you his pretty little slut/whore), orgasm denial and edging, and certain types of edgeplay...cough cough...he also loves it when you address him as "Sir" or "Daddy"...cough

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the privacy of your own place, he doesn't like the idea of someone catching you guys in the act and seeing you in a way that's meant for his eyes only

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You could be doing the most innocent thing in the world, and he could get turned on. You could literally just be sitting out in the meadow of the Glade or Safe Haven, admiring the beauty of a flower then all of a sudden, Gally would be dragging you back to your shared hut🤦🏻‍♀️

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite being a kinky little shit, Gally would never ever pressure you to do something that you weren't 100% sure about. He would not hurt you if you didn't ask first.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man will literally force you to sit on his face (consensually). But, he can't deny how absolutely gorgeous you look with your mouth around his cock. Expect a lot of "good girl" comments to be thrown your way

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time, he loves it pretty rough, as you could probably tell by his list of kinks. But if you're having a bad day, he would automatically know rough isn't what you need. And if you asked, he'd be slow and gentle for you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Gally doesn't mind quickies, but he prefers to take his time with you most of the time. If your both having a busy day and can't spend a lot of time together in that way, quickies are a good option for sure.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Gally loves to experiment. At first, he didn't really realize what he liked before you came along. When you two started the sexual side of your relationship, he was pretty eager to try a lot of things and certain things just clicked in his head like "yep, this is what I like." But he loves when you suggest things you want to try, he's always game, but you'll never get away with suggesting things without a bit of teasing from him

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's pretty strong in general, so he can go at least three rounds. He loves to exhaust you and most of the time, you tap out before he does.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Still, don't think toys exist in the apocalypse, but if they did: Gally would love to use toys on you. He's pretty confident in his ability to please you himself, so trying out toys seemed like a natural evolution of your sex journey together. He can get very creative 😉

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Gally not liking the idea of sneaking around in public, does not mean he wouldn't excessively tease you all day in the Glade and/or Safe Haven. Teasing you is honestly one of his favorite things to do. Flexing his muscles while working is a must, he knows how much it can fluster you. Some ass slaps throughout the day, whispering filthy things in your ear, and sometimes he straight up tries to finger you at the lunch table while keeping up a normal conversation with other guys while your suffering and barely keeping a poker face.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not loud in a sense that he moans a lot, but he loves to dirty talk, you might even say it's one of his specialties. Just him talking alone can get you off. He moans when he starts to get close to his release, but he still keeps up the dirty talk with heavy panting breaths until a loud grunt escapes his mouth as he finishes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One time, he just spend an entire day dedicated to your pleasure. He planned it all in advance, taking a day off work in the Safe Haven and keeping you inside your shared hut to work his magic on you. You couldn't even see straight by the time he was done with you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Uh, I think it's kinda obvious. Have you seen the way he walks? Have you seen the way he manspreads while sitting? The dude is packing, for sure.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It was pretty high even before you came along, so you've just made him worse really

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always makes sure you fall asleep first, it makes him feel like he's protecting you in a way. He rests easier knowing you're safe in his arms.

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Yikes, that was a lot.🥵🥵🥵Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned greatly. Gally just turns me into a different person, man, I can't explain it

can you please write riding colin or just fuck in his home office to distract him from stress bcs of the game :D thank you

Oh...of course😏I made it f!reader if that's okay!

Also, I got a little carried away and added some sadomasochist vibes in this one...and blood. So, may want to skip this one if you're not down with that!

NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI (and you know what, maybe nobody read this cause i'm lowkey embarrassed lol)

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Colin had been working on his new game ever since he got home, and you were starting to get frustrated.

You and Colin hadn't been able to see each other all the time due to your work schedule, and now that you finally had time off, Colin had none. And that would not work out well because of each others...appetites for one another.

You wouldn't necessarily call yourself, or Colin, a nymphomaniac, but you did overindulge from time to time. And you absolutely could not live without that occasional overindulgence, and you knew Colin couldn't either.

You smirked as you saw Colin with his head in his hands at his desk, his computer showing yet another buffer error in his game.

You snaked your arms around Colin's shoulders from behind him. "Frustrated, darling?"

Colin huffed. "You have no idea."

"How about I fix that for you?" You whispered seductively, running your tongue along the helix of his ear, a satisfied smile coming to your lips as you forced a shiver out of him.

Colin forced himself not to smirk, swallowing a sigh that he always let out when he knew you wanted him. He wanted you too, but he wanted to make you beg first. "I have to fix this, Y/n. I don't have the time tonight."

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, humming in thought. "I don't think you're being serious." You let your hands wander down his torso, placing kisses on the back of his neck. But before you got halfway, Colin pushed your hands away.

"Not tonight, Y/n. Let me work."

Ah, so that's the game he wanted to play tonight. Well, you'd just have to play some games of your own.

You quickly stripped down, the sound of your clothes hitting the floor gaining Colin's attention. "What do you think you're doing?"

You smirked, taking a seat on the loveseat in his office across from him, spreading your legs and rubbing your hands over your breasts. "Well, if you're not gonna satisfy me, I'll just have to do it myself."

Colin tried to show no emotion as you put two of your fingers in your mouth, sucking on them and getting them wet. You knew he was trying to fight the urge of taking you right then and there, but you knew you still had some work to do to get him to break. But if his fogged up glasses were any indication, you were positive he'd break first.

Colin silently sucked in a breath as you started to trail your fingers down your body, biting your lip as you pushed both of them inside you. He quickly turned back around in his chair, determined not to give in. He could hold out. He was strong-willed. You would be begging for him first. But Colin quickly felt his pants getting tighter as he heard the squelching sounds that came from behind him as you finger fucked yourself, sighing and whining wantonly. He tried to ignore the cute little gasps that escaped your lips when you started to rub your clit.

"I wish these were your fingers touching me like this, Colin." You moaned, causing Colin to dig his nails into the palms of his hands.

"Fuck." Colin spat, slamming his hands flat on his desk, finally standing up from his chair and stomping towards you. He quickly slapped your hands away from your dripping cunt harshly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and crashing his lips onto yours.

You yelped as Colin bit down on your bottom lip roughly, cutting into the soft flesh and drawing blood, both you and Colin tasting the coppery tang on your tongues as they fought each other. He soon replaced your fingers with his, easily slipping three of his fingers inside you, chuckling darkly as he felt you squeeze around him.

"This what you wanted, pet?" Colin growled, forcing a cry out of you as he thrusted his digits in and out of you roughly, his bloodied lips smirking as he saw a couple tears run down your face. "What? Can't take it?" He then pulled you down from the loveseat onto your knees, hastily taking his hardened cock out. "Take this instead."

Colin forced your mouth open, stuffing it with his dick, quickly making you gag as he hit the back of your throat again and again, finally stopping to let you breathe. "Sometimes it's hard for me to decide which I like better, your mouth or your cunt. Both take me so well." He thrusted into your mouth again, groaning loudly as you sucked him, ripping off his own shirt.

Colin gasped as you grabbed his balls tightly, standing up and wrapping your other hand around his throat even tighter. "This wasn't how it was supposed to go, my dear." You pushed him down on the loveseat roughly, quickly straddling him before he had the chance to move. "Darling, you've been working all day, you must be starving, hmm?" You moved so you straddled the bottom half of his face, lowering yourself down onto him, his tongue quick to lap up your arousal and his eyes staring up at you with longing.

You moaned loudly, grabbing onto Colin's bleached hair as you rode his tongue, the momentum of touching yourself and the added pleasure from Colin getting you so close to your release. "Fuck, I'm so close." You exclaimed, the lower half of your body flushing with an intense heat as your muscles tensed up, soon untensing along with the climax that made you let out a loud moan.

You cried out as Colin kept tonguing at your overstimulated clit, the pleasure quickly becoming painful. "Colin, stop, please!" You whined. "It's too much!" You squirmed vigorously, trying to escape his relentless hold on you. "Please, baby, please...I can't take it..." You begged, letting out a sigh of relief when Colin finally stopped. But the overstimulation didn't stop you from going back to pleasure him, ripping off his pants and underwear, and rubbing your hand up and down his erection.

"Resilient, aren't you?" Colin smirked, throwing his head back as you sucked on the head of his cock.

You soon stopped, moving to straddle him once again, lining up his cock with your entrance. Colin let out another groan as you lowered yourself onto him. "Fuck, Y/n. Forget what I said before, I love your pussy more than your mouth."

"What a relief." You sassed, rolling your hips to elicit a moan from the man beneath you. "I love seeing you like this, at my mercy."

Colin raised a brow. "At your mercy?" He chuckled. "I don't think-" You grabbed a hold of his balls once more, rendering him speechless and only able to whimper, just how you wanted him.

"Keep this up, darling, and I won't let you come at all. Maybe you should start behaving." You smirked when Colin finally shut his mouth, causing you to reward him by slowly bouncing up and down on his cock.

Colin whined at your slow pace, trying desperately to keep himself from plowing into you. "Fuck, you're gonna kill me, Y/n...can you go a little faster?"

"Sorry, what was that?" You teased.

"Can you move faster?" Colin asked with a raised voice.

"Maybe...if you beg."

Colin gently slammed the back of his head onto the couch cushion beneath him, annoyed with your teasing but also annoyed at how quickly he decided to obey you. "Please, Y/n, can you move a bit faster? Please."

You leaned down and kissed him roughly, just like he had done to you, biting down hard enough to draw blood. You wrapped one of your hands around his throat as you sat back up, bouncing on his cock at a vigorous pace. You smirked as Colin let out strangled moans, admiring the way the blood from your lips mixed with his.

You gasped as Colin grabbed onto your hips roughly, flipping you over so that you were beneath him, and started thrusting in and out of you like his life depended on it, causing you to squeal. "Colin!" You cried.

"You didn't think I'd let you get away with that, did you? This cunt belongs to me, and I'll do what I damn please with it." Colin lightly slapped you across the cheek, roughly grabbing your jaw with one hand and forcing you to look up at him. "Do you understand me, darling?" He grinned darkly. You nodded, causing Colin to slap you again, a little harder this time. "Use your words, slut."

"Yes, Colin!"

"Good girl." He let go of your jaw, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to grip onto your hip tightly, surely tight enough to form bruises. You almost screamed when he started to rub your still oversensitive clit, added with his relentless thrusting, you felt like you were going to die. "You're gonna come for me again, okay? I wanna feel you come around me."

You didn't think you could, but Colin had a way of getting your body to do what he wanted.

Colin kissed you sweetly and delicately, a great contrast from how rough he was being on your pussy. That juxtapose caused shocks to pulsate through your core, the pleasure you felt making you dig your nails into Colin's back, causing him to groan from the delicious sting. "You're close, baby, I can feel it." Colin smiled breathlessly. "I am too."

You finally let out a strangled scream as your second orgasm seemed to knock the lifeforce out of you, the intensity of it making your vision go hazy for a few seconds, leaving you limp and drained of energy. All you could do was whine and whimper as Colin chased his own orgasm, exhaling shakily as he released inside you and pulling out to watch it leak out of your wrecked cunt with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Are you okay?" Colin asked as he gently caressed the slightly red mark on your face.

You smiled lazily, pulling him down to kiss him softly.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"I guess you'll have to get back to work now?" You huffed.

Colin hummed in thought, looking back at his computer then back to you. "Nah. Let's just go to bed, yeah?"

You grinned happily as Colin picked you up like a princess, carrying you to the bedroom.

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yup, definitely got a little carried away...yikes, sorry bout that😳🤦🏻‍♀️ But like, I also watched those movies Nymphomaniac I & II and...yeah, sure, I'll use that as an excuse

Make Me Forget - Mark (Midsommar)

This is literally a pretend rebound for someone I've never even met or have dated, cause I'm fuckin' delusional. I just wrote this to make myself feel better lmao

NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI

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How could he do this? How could he do this to me? Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough? Everything seemed fine, why would he do this now? I thought he loved me...

Tears kept rolling down your face as you got into your car, your heart newly broken from the man you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with, only to find out he'd fallen in love with someone else.

You never expected it. He always told you how much he cared about you, even when he broke up with you. He made it clear that he never cheated on you, he'd never do that to anyone, and you believed him. He wasn't that type of person. He was always so kind and caring, that's why he didn't want to lead you on and told you right away what was going on. Didn't hurt any less.

You supposed it was better to know before you asked him to move in with you, that would've been awful.

You realized you were just sitting in his driveway, letting your tears fall freely and broken sobs echo around the quiet vehicle. You had to get out of there, but you didn't want to go home. You could already see yourself entering your home that was filled with memories of the time you spend with this person, and it made feel like you were going to be sick. No, home wasn't an option. All you felt was an aching in your chest, but numbness at the same time. You just wanted to feel something else, anything else.

You put your gear lever in drive, only one person coming to mind to help you with this problem. He may not have the emotional intelligence to comfort you, but thankfully, comfort isn't what you were seeking. It was reckless, and probably not the healthiest way to cope with a breakup, but you couldn't care less.

You exhaled a shaky breath as you exited your car, quickly shaking off your nerves and knocked on the door before you chickened out. The door opened fairly quickly, revealing one of your sort of friends, Mark. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He questioned, a slight expression of confusion on his face.

You and Mark weren't really friends, per say. You two didn't really get along. Every time you talked to him, he'd always hit on you pretty aggressively. You never felt unsafe around him, he was just annoying because you had a partner at the time...but you didn't anymore. You weren't as close to him as you were his other friends, but you hung around him enough to know that he wouldn't hurt you and he wouldn't turn you down.

"My boyfriend just broke up with me." You said plainly.

Mark gaped, very clearly not knowing what to say. "Uh...I'm sorry? That sucks."

"Can I come in?" You asked impatiently, pointing past him into his apartment.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, sure." He quickly stepped out of the way and gestured you inside.

You took off your jacket with a huff, tossing it one of the chairs in his living room before standing before him nervously. But before you could say anything, Mark spoke. "Look, if you need a shoulder to cry on or something, I'm not the person you should be talking to. Go hang with Dani or something, she's always crying about something."

You rolled your eyes, peeling off your shirt, revealing your lace bra. "I'm not here to talk, Mark."

Mark's eyes widened, gaping like a fish once again and not even trying to hide his lecherous gaze at your cleavage, quickly having to adjust the crotch part of his pants. You could've laughed at how immediate his dick responded to the situation. Mark sighed. "Y/n, like I said, if you need someone to talk you down, I'm not that person."

You walked up to Mark, grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts. "I know."

Mark seemed to be satisfied with your answer as he roughly placed his lips onto yours in one swift motion. His large hands kneading your breasts elicited a gasp from you, causing him to gain easy access to massage his tongue with yours.

Ever since he met you, Mark has dreamed of the moment he could finally put his hands on you, quite literally mark you and make you feel more pleasure than any person could. You having a partner didn't stop him from trying to shoot his shot, of course, if anything, it would've been hot if you had finally lost control and couldn't help yourself. Which you finally did, he supposed, but only because you had been dumped. Either way, he was ecstatic you had finally given him permission to fuck you.

"Lay on the couch." Mark ordered after removing all of your clothes, besides your underwear.

You instantly obeyed, laying down on the couch, and you could feel yourself already dripping wet.

With your ex, you always made an effort to avoid looking at anyone lustfully besides your former partner. But you had to admit, you did find Mark incredible handsome but constantly felt guilty about it, until now. You've never been more attracted to Mark then you were right now, watching him stare up at you hungrily at his kissed his way down your body, skipping over the place you wanted him the most to lick and nip at the inside of your thighs.

You whimpered as you felt him kiss you through the thin, lacy material, slowly pulling down your underwear while he gazed into your eyes intensely. You released a whiny moan as he licked up your folds, flicking your clit a few times before repeating the previous motion. "Goddamn, you're soaking and I've barely done anything. Did your ex ever fuck you?"

"Shut up." You snapped, grabbing Mark by his jaw and forced a kiss on him. He let out a sharp groan when you started palming his erection through his boxer briefs. "Just fuck me, Mark."

"Your wish is my command." Mark smirked, grabbing both your hands and pinning them above your head.

You cried out when Mark entered you roughly with no warning, immediately thrusting harshly without giving you any time to adjust to his girth. "Fuck, Mark!" You gasped, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding onto the couch cushion beneath you.

Mark smirked as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, moan after moan escaping you as you clenched down on him. "Your ex never fuck you like this, huh? It's gotta be a crime for how neglected this pussy's been."

Mark kept hitting that special spot inside you with each hard thrust, an orgasm washing over you unexpectedly. You blushed as he let out a laugh, slowing his thrusts down slightly to let you breathe. "You came already? Damn baby, you should've sought me out sooner."

"You talk too much." You whispered breathlessly, only to let out a gasp as Mark thrusted back into you sharply.

"Sorry, what was that?" He grinned playfully, him sucking and lightly biting at your nipples accompanied with his thrusts left you speechless. "God, you're perfect."

Mark's movements soon became erratic, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and he quickly pulled out, a loud groan escaping his mouth as he released on your stomach. "Fuck..." He whimpered, collapsing on top of you.

The two of you laid there for a moment, and you had to admit, it felt nice. But that feeling soon became scary for you. "Mark, you're crushing me." He wasn't, but the warm, fuzzy feeling from laying with him started to overwhelm you.

"Sorry." He sat up, pulling a blanket from his couch to cover himself and you as you sat up with him. "So, was I a good rebound?" He joked, which actually made you giggle.

"Yeah, you were. Maybe this could be a regular thing?"

"Ya know, that would be awesome. But I have to go to Sweden soon and won't be back for a couple weeks."

You furrowed your brows. "Sweden? Why Sweden?"

"I was invited." He chuckled, but he quickly stopped once he saw your frown. "Well, uh, I guess I don't have to go. I really only wanted to go to hook up with some Swedish babes, but now that you're an option...it would be pretty stupid of me to turn you down, right?"

You grinned, connecting your lips with his happily. "And just for that answer, how about we go for round two?"

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You might be thinking: "Jesus Christ, Raven, have you no shame??" And to that I say, NO. I HAVE NONE.

Hi ! I don't know if you still writing for ghost,but I can I request for Tobias with a f!actress where they both have a crush and being fans of each other for a long time, but never meet in person,so one day they meet in a party and it's all cute and cheesy bc they're idiots in love. And pass of the months they decided to be in a relationship but she is insecure of that, bc he's her first serious relationship and how the people would react of the two being for different worlds, and everything goes well when they make it public. (She's also introvert, soft spoken and free spirit).

Sorry if I make it long,and I love you writing!♡

That's a really cute idea, sweet Anon! Buuuut, I don't really want to write for the actual band members. Tobias is great, but since he's in a loving marriage with his wife, it kinda makes me feel icky to write a romantic x reader fic for him. Like, I've only written one for him (kinda) and I didn't really feel good about it lol.

I hope you understand, lovely. I'm definitely not opposed to write for Cardinal Copia/Papa IV though! Whenever I decide to receive requests again, I'd love to see if you have ideas for Papa or the Ghouls/Ghoulettes! ❤❤❤

oh beloved writer can you please write a christmas date imagine for will poulter (even though it’s still summer) just pure fluff, where the reader and will go out to like a diner and then go buy a tree for their apartment (it’s their first christmas living together) and set it up and dance to christmas music and it’s super domestic and soft and fluffy thank you bff

Of course, my love! And hey, if Christmas in July can be a thing, so can Christmas in August. And oh boy, I made this one so sweet you might get cavities, so just, beware of that.

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You were excited, to put it lightly. This was the first Christmas you and you partner, Will, would be having while living together. You knew it was cheesy, but you wanted it to feel special.

You made reservations at this really fancy restaurant in the fanciest part of town. A bit over the top on your part, but you wanted to make this Christmas one to remember fondly.

You still haven't gotten a tree yet, so that was on your to-do list as well. You hoped there would be some nice trees to choose from.

Some people would've probably thought you were going mad with how much you wanted everything to be perfect, and yeah, you kind of were. But you completely ignored your logic and reasoning.

You bought a really nice outfit for yourself to wear to the restaurant, Christmassy but not too Christmassy, you weren't wearing reindeer antlers or red and green bells. It was simple, may or may not to somewhat match Will's outfit that he was going to wear.

With Will's hand in yours, you walked to your car and headed to the restaurant and got there a few minutes early, which was historical for you. You smiled along with Will as you entered the warm building, a pleasant contrast from the winter cold outside. "Hi! Reservation for L/n?" You asked bubbly, the evening already going so well that you were sure nothing could dampen your spirits.

It took a minute for the hostess to check, as the place was fairly busy due to the holidays. "Um, I'm sorry, I don't see your name here."

You immediately tensed, a half a second of anger bolting through you before you simply smiled understandingly. "Can you double check, please? I'm certain it's there, I called this in a week ago." You chuckled nervously.

"I'm sorry, but there is no reservation under L/n."

Your smiled dropped, your eye involuntarily twitching a couple times before your cleared your throat. "That...that can't be right."

Will turned to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. It happens. We can just go somewhere else." He smiled softly. You frowned in response, turning back to the hostess with pleading eyes, only to get a tight lipped smile as another apology.

You hung your head for a second, before walking out of the building at a quick pace, dead silent as you sat back in your car. Will cautiously got into the car, anxiously anticipating your eventual release of your frustration.

"What the fuck?!" You yelled into your steering wheel, causing Will to jump at the sudden outburst, even when he was expecting it. "I booked that table a week ago! Will, you were right next to me when I called the place!" You pleaded to no one, feeling defeated and pissed off. "Ugh..." You drawled out, collapsing against your seat.

Will couldn't help but chuckle at your cute pouting face, reaching over to gently massage your thigh. "It's okay, darling! This is just a minor setback. I'm sure there are other places we can go."

Yes, there were other places you could go, none of them fancy restaurants. You felt even more defeated when you had to settle for some fast food place. This is absolutely not how you wanted this evening to go.

You stared down at your burger and fries with distain. "This should be an overpriced steak at an overpriced fancy restaurant with live music, arrogant chefs and overly nice waiters who wear really fancy suits and ties." You mumbled.

Will raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound quite as nice as being in an almost empty fast food place with no one to bother us. And I quite like my food, I haven't found a single hair in it, so it's practically 5-star."

You rolled your eyes as you chuckled at his silliness. "At least we still get to pick out a Christmas tree, that should be fun."

"Hopefully we won't get hypothermia out in this weather. So, what type of tree are you thinking we get?"

You smiled dreamily. "I've always wanted a full, thick Frasier fir."

"Ambitious. A Frasier fir it is."

It might've been a bit too ambitious, because when you got to one of the only places in town that sold Christmas trees, there were no such trees in sight. They had all been sold out apparently. No worry, there would probably be one at another place. Nope, none there. So, you drove to the last place in town and lo and behold, no thick firs in sight.

"I think the world's against me."

Will trapped you in a hug from behind as you stood dumbfounded at the selection of trees available. Some of them could give Charlie Brown's Christmas tree a run for its money.

"What about that one?" Will pointed towards the corner of the small field you two stood in.

You laughed when you finally saw what he was looking at. The tree was a fir, but it looked so bare that you could call it a Charlie Brown tree. "You can't be serious."

"I'm deadly serious." He smirked, letting you go to jog eagerly to the pitiful looking tree. You chuckled sadly as he held onto it, the thing wasn't even as tall as Will, and even skinnier. "Ain't it a beauty?" He said in a slightly Australian accent, almost cringing at himself.

No.

"I guess."

The look of pure childlike joy on Will's face, you couldn't deny him that stupid tree. It was so small, you could probably fit it in your car, but you didn't want to clean up all the needles it would shed. It fastened to the roof of your car easily, too easily.

By the time you had set it up in your living room with Will, the tree kind of grew on you; it was like an ugly dog, so ugly it was cute, you supposed. Once it had all the decorations on, it didn't look too bad, but it still wasn't what you hoped for. It seemed this whole day you planned out to the T, nothing went the way you wanted it to, and that was a bit disheartening. What annoyed you, surprisingly, was Will's overwhelming optimism. Usually, it was endearing, but today was not one of those days where you needed optimism.

"You okay, Y/n?" Will asked intuitively.

"It's just...this day went to shit. How can you be so...perfect?"

Will blushed at your phrasing, but he knew what you meant. "I was annoyed with certain things today, the restaurant issues, for sure. But, it wasn't enough to put me in a bad mood all day. I chose to let it go so that we could have a good time, that's all."

You frowned, suddenly feeling really guilty. "I was in such a bad mood all day." You huffed, taking a seat on your couch. "I ruined this whole day..."

"No!" Will rushed over to you. "I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"I know, but you're right. I shouldn't have acted like such a child. I'm sorry."

Will smiled sadly. "Darling, you certainly did not ruin anything. None of this was your fault and you behaved how any normal person would. But even after all that happened, I still had an amazing time. We had a nice, quiet dinner. And we got our own little Charlie Brown tree." He chuckled. "Didn't you have a nice time too?"

You smiled sheepishly. "I did."

"We don't have to go to the fanciest restaurant or buy the nicest Christmas tree to have a nice time together. We could've stayed inside all day and I wouldn't have cared, just being here with you is what makes me the happiest."

You couldn't help but lean forwards to kiss him, so incredibly grateful that he was in your life. "Well, I'd say our first Christmas will be one to remember."

"Oh, it's not over yet." He added, causing you to furrow your brows in curiosity. He only winked as he walked to the other side of the room, fiddling with the record player.

"No..." You groaned playfully as Last Christmas by Wham! echoed through your apartment.

Will nodded, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. "Oh yeah, come on." He held out his hand to you, motioning for you to take it. You giggled as he started to lip sync the lyrics, shimmying his shoulders as he still waiting for you to take his hand.

"Oh my god." You blushed, finally taking his hand and him instantly pulling you up and grabbing you by the waist to pull you into a hug, violently swaying to the music. "Will!" You laughed uncontrollably.

"What? You don't like my dance moves?" He grinned.

"You're gonna break me if you keep doing that." You grinned back.

Will shook his head, toning down the fast swaying and settled into a relaxing sway, looking into your eyes fondly. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You blushed, resting your head and hiding your face on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat much better music than any Christmas song you've ever listened to.

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bruh...this...was so fluffy I almost died. I hope me almost dying of fluffiness was worth it to you, @poulterfilms