#(head)canon

I think Marina looks back on her time in the domes fondly :)

and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.

bf!steve harrington headcanons

𑣲⋆｡˚ lawless edition 🐇

୨୧. when you're both bored during crawls, he'll make you suck him off in the back of the van, gripping at your hair. "oh, fuck— just like that," he'll moan out, thrusting in and out of your mouth.

୨୧. after years of sex, he knows exactly where to place his fingers in you. he knows which spots make you let out the most guttural moans like the back of his palm.

୨୧. steve's dominant. he likes being in control and bossing you around, but then sometimes when you cry from how good the pleasure is, he'll stop and make sure you're okay— incase you want to stop.

୨୧. with just his fingers, he can make you cum twice in 15 minutes. the way they curl in and out of you keep you bambied for days.

୨୧. he loves making you wait. he'll whisper in your ear, "oh, you're doing so good, baby." just to get you riled up, and then pull his fingers out just before you cum.

୨୧. steve is a nipples guy. he loves sucking them and licking the little buds, twisting and turning them until they're red and irritated.

୨୧. steve likes public sex. he likes the thrill and excitement of not knowing whether you'll get caught or not. his hand will slip over your mouth to keep you quiet, yet he'll let out the most oh, so sweet moans. "you're taking me so good, baby." he'll whisper.

୨୧. no matter how dominant steve is, there's never not a time where he can't cum from your mouth in under 5 minutes. your warm, pink tongue will swirl around his cock, and he'll let out pornographic moans. it's pathetic, really.

୨୧. he loves climbing through your window on school nights. you'll be studying, and he'll beg, "just 10 minutes, please." even though your parents are sleeping, you always agree. after making you cum and whispering the dirtiest things in your ears about the things he wants to do with you, he kisses you goodnight and leaves.

୨୧. steve enjoys pet names. though, he'd never admit that to anyone, he likes when you call him 'baby' or 'daddy' during sex. the sweet words go straight to his dick.

✦bucky yearning✦ nsfw

✧･ﾟ: Bucky loves you silently, but well. There is nothing and no one he knows better. Not a single person on the planet he bothers with, the way he consumes himself with everything about you. Foods you like and book you read, what spot you like most on the couch—so he can keep it free for you—and every word you say, another piece of the most beautiful puzzle he’s ever seen.

✧･ﾟ: He tries to show you, though he worries he’s not very good at it. It’s not just the couch seat. He hides the snacks you like from everyone else, watches every show and reads every book so that you have someone to talk to about it, even memorizes your coffee order so he can buy it whenever he goes out. He leaves it on the counter for you to find, and smiles when he sees you drinking it later. He did something. And even if you never know it was him, at least you smiled.

✧･ﾟ: There are jokes, that he’s a guard dog. That there’s so way someone could be in your presence, without Bucky somewhere behind you. He opens doors. Glares at people that step too close. Huffs laughs at dry jokes, his eyes never leaving you as you speak. It’s a miracle he hasn’t been found out. For a trained spy, he’s not exactly subtle.

✧･ﾟ: Even more obvious is how the only one he speaks to. The one he seeks at events, who he mentions in every conversation, who he finds a way to be near without the veil of any reason. He’ll talk to you about anything, as long as you talk to him back, and he gets to hear your voice say his name.

✧･ﾟ: He shares with you. Things nobody else gets, stories that he pretends not to remember, when Bucky remembers everything. You know of his life before the war, because it is easy to tell you. He shares jokes because they make you laugh, and songs because you listen to them after, and there is a glory he’s never had before, in knowing you have thought of him.

✧･ﾟ: For someone who doesn’t like to be touched, he always seems to be finding a way to touch you. Hands and fingers brushing, pulling you back but letting himself linger, helping you out of a car or down a hall. Every moment is sacred, when your skin brushes his. He imagines it’s what heaven feels like, and hopes he’s at least tortured with the memory, when he ends up in hell.

✧･ﾟ: And he touches himself. Of course he does. He is only a man, and you follow him into his dreams. If he’s not fisting his cock, thinking of ever dirty, wet, hot way he’d want you splayed out below him, he’s waking up humping the mattress from a dream. You haunt him, but he’d have it no other way. He cums with your name on his lips, and cling to all those touches, imagine what more would feel like every time he’s alone in the dark.