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What about #37 in the fluff category; choosing H for my random letter? I love your writing SO MUCH

# 37 (Fluff) - "You've got flour on your cheek."

Letter H - Gunner Jensen (The Expendables 2)

Inquired from this post.

Short story # 30

Gif IS mine. For once.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 3 minutes

Year posted - 2025

I know I know it's really short, but that's how this writing challenge was originally intended to work. I just never had anyone really asking for fics. Then I ended up closing my asks.

"Baby I'm home. Where are you?" Gunner called out as he entered their shared apartment. "In the kitchen Gun!" (Y/n) called back. Gunner smiled softly to himself, the smell if something sweet having filled the humble home. "What are you up to sweetheart?" The tall sweed asked as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around (Y/n)'s waist from behind. "I am making some homemade brownies, and a strawberry cake." She explained as she continued to mix ingredients in a large glass bowl. "Trying to spoil me?" Gunner asked with a playful nip at her shoulder. "No sorry baby, it's Lee's birthday tomorrow, and I wanted to bring some sweets, to the get together we're all going to be having." (Y/n) explained before abandoning her mixing bowl for a moment, to lean further into Gunners hold. "I'll make you some fudge Friday if you'd like." She added as she tilted her head back to look into his eyes. Gunner chuckled before cupping her face in his free hand, kissing her passionately with a delighted hum of approval. When they parted for air, Gunner chuckled softly at her. "What?" (Y/n) asked with curious eyes. "You've got flour on your cheek." He stated before brushing his thumb across her cheekbone. At first it only smeared, but after a few more swipes of his thumb, the flour was brushed away. "Thanks big guy, I don't know what I'd do without you." (Y/n) murmured with a playful grin. "You'd be a mess." Gunner joked, chuckling when she scoffed jokingly at his words. "You're one to talk." She teased him. "Yeah yeah." He playfully rolled his eyes, before moving to give her some space. "But that fudge sounds pretty good." He added with a grin, making (Y/n) giggle. "You got it big man." She agreed as she got back to work on the brownies. "Do you want me to give you a hand?" Gunner asked as he leaned against the counter, watching her work diligently. "Not unless you want to get flour everywhere." She chuckled softly, knowing Gun would rather mess around than work on the baking. "You say that like you wouldn't have fun." Gunner mused with a grin. "Go watch a movie babe, once I've got these in the oven, I'll come and join you." (Y/n) smiled up at him, giving him a quick kiss, and patting his butt as he moved to walk away. "Hey that's my job." Gunner huffed playfully before smacking (Y/n)'s butt in retaliation. "Whatever you say pumpkin." She hummed as he exited the kitchen, loving the sound of his laughter that followed.

Super short but super sweet! Hope you enjoyed it my lovelies! 💚

Also I know I've stated I'm not taking requests, but Dolph and his characters are an exception. I love him to much not to take requests for him, and he doesn't get enough love here.

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Hail To The End Of The World~

(2-?)

Short story # 18

✨Fandom(s) - The Expendables (Movies) & The Walking Dead (Series)

💍Pairing - Gunnar Jensen X Reader

🕯Summary - You finally have a real chance to work on fixing that old transmitter your dad made you promise to carry years ago, but today is just full of surprises. Well more of a surprise for the others than you and Gunnar, but still it's an interesting day to say the least.

⚠️Warning(s) - Nothing to note really, other than some light violence and plenty of cussing.

📝Note(s) - I should have mention sooner that the people from the Walking Dead don't actually play a big role in this story.

🗝Key information - Text in orange parentheses (EXAMPLE) is the translation google gave me for the quotes written in Swedish.

🌬Year posted - 2025

📖Reading Time - 19 minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈Pt. 1 | ◈Pt. 2 |

(Y/n) woke to the sound of Gunnar snoring, her groggy mind registering that it was still dark, and he'd had her trapped against his side. "Gun." She murmured softly, huffing a little when he continued to snore. "Gun." (Y/n) shook his shoulder this time. "Gun honey to need to roll onto your side." She encouraged him when he made a small grunt of acknowledgement. A surprised squeak escaping her when he suddenly turned away from her, but instead of leaving her, he'd pulled her up and over his body to lay in front of him. "Really?" She muttered with a pout, sighing when she felt him chuckling against her neck. "Älskar dig." (Love you.) He murmured softly before dozing back off. "Älskar dig också, din jävel." (Love you too, you bastard.) She hummed back, despite knowing he was already asleep. What she hadn't known however, was that Carol and Lori had witnessed that encounter with fond smiles. Both of them finding the couple quite endearing despite the obvious age gap between them.

When (Y/n) woke up again, the sun was just starting to rise, and she found herself partly squished under Gunnar. She grunted as she tried to slide out from under him, to no avail. "Need some help?" Lori asked with a smile, Carl standing beside her snickering at (Y/n)'s predicament. "Heh no I'm alright, I know how to get him moving." (Y/n) grinned mischievously, and Lori nodded her head in understanding before leading Carl away to work on chores. "Gunnar jag behöver dig." (Gunnar I need you.) (Y/n) whispered seductively into his ear, giggling softly at how quickly he jolted awake. "Jag är här." (I'm here.) He murmured before kissing her hungrily, swallowing the hum that escaped her. "Sorry baby, not here." She murmured as she broke the kiss, knowing she needed to remind him that they were completely out in the open, surrounded by strangers. "Du är grym." (You are cruel.) He sighed heavily. "Love you too." (Y/n) pecked the side of his mouth before giving his chest a small push, convincing him to sit up.

"I'm going back out to try and find more medical supplies. Would you guys like to go?" Glenn asked as he approached (Y/n) and Gunner, who were stretching out their muscles. "I've got something I need to work on actually. Gun?" (Y/n) looked to Gunnar, who nodded after popping his neck. "Yeah I'll go." He agreed, making Glenn smile, happy someone else was interested in going on a run with him. "I'll be ready in five minutes." Gunnar waved Glenn off, who nodded his head with a quiet okay, before leaving the couple be. "Need out already?" (Y/n) asked teasingly, as she tossed Gunnar his vest. "Need to restock a certain something, which you reminded me of when you woke me up." Gunnar stated casually, his words making (Y/n) gawk with a chuckle. "Dirty man." She hissed quietly as she swatted his arm. "It's your fault." He argued with a grin, kissing her awaiting lips before grabbing the last of his gear. "Be careful." (Y/n) reminded him before she passed him his rifle. "Careful is my middle name." He smirked, a chuckle escaping him when (Y/n) pulled him down for another kiss. "I'm serious Gun." She warned. "I know." He pecked her lips one last time before going to meet Glenn.

While Gunnar was away, (Y/n) made a perimeter sweep just to be sure the tripwires were still set, and nothing was amiss. Afterwards getting her bag she set up at a small table, pulling out her tools, and the infamous transmitter. "Alright let's see." She murmured to herself softly, taking it apart with delicate ease. "What are ya working on?" Dale asked as he approached (Y/n). "I'm trying to fix this old transmitter." She stated, sparing him a small glance. "What's it for?" He took a seat across from her, observing her work. "Well if my team is still alive, it'll send them a signal of the transmitters location, of my location. Then we can meet up finally." She explained, unbothered by his curiosity. "Your team?" He wondered aloud. "Yeah The Expendables." She nodded her head, doubting he'd ever heard of them. "The Expendables? Sounds like an interesting team." Dale mused with a smile. "You have no idea." She chuckled. "Well is there anything I can do to help?" He asked after a moment of silence. "Not really, but you're welcome to keep me company." (Y/n) looked up from her work, offering Dale a small smile. "Company it is." He mused with a chuckle.

An hour or so passed by before he decided to start asking her some personal questions. "So this team of yours." Dale started, silently impressed with how easy she was making it look to take apart military grade equipment, and put it back together. "How did you guys get separated?" He wondered. "Well... Me and Gunnar had been in South Carolina meeting with an old contact. See we'd known something was up before the shit hit the fan, like most people in our line of work we knew about this shit way before the public did. And we were trying to figure out what was going on exactly, everything was speculation and rumors." She paused for a moment as she concentrated on a particularly difficult part of the transmitter. "Anyways we didn't find out much, probably because no one actually believed what was really going on. But we were prepared, we always were. I always said prepare for the worst, hope for the best. And we're probably lucky we did." She started putting everything back together.

"We were still in South Carolina when this all started, and we've been trying to make contact with our team since. But phones are out, Gunnar broke his satellite phone a while back, like way before this all started. And I never had one because I had this transmitter, but I never realized the thing was busted until we needed it. So I've been on the hunt for parts, trying to fix it little by little whenever I get the opportunity." She closed everything up and smiled. "And this time I think I've got it." She mused with excitement in her eyes. "But it'll have to charge before I can even test it to see." (Y/n) added and pointed to the small solar panel charger. "Well here's to hoping!" Dale beamed sharing in her excitement, at least until the sound of a car alarm could be heard in the distance, and nearing rapidly. "What the hell is that?" Dale questioned, while (Y/n) retrieved her rifle. "Nothing good I'm sure." She mused before jogging off to find a good place to take cover just in case.

Glenn had been the one in the shinny red sports car, and only Glenn. Shane quickly cut the power to the battery, cutting off the blaring alarm. And (Y/n) moved to stand in front of Glenn, her rifle snug in her arms. "Where's Gunnar?" She asked, worry seeping into her bones. "Oh h-hes okay, he's wi-with the new guy." Glenn explained nervously, a little worried (Y/n) would have hit him or something. (Y/n)'s shoulders visibly relaxed, and her hold on her rifle loosened a little. A few moments later a large box truck pulled into the gravel driveway, parking a few feet behind the other vehicles. "S-see." Glenn smiled anxiously at (Y/n) who shouldered her rifle, she hummed in thought and walked to the truck. "Everything alright Jigsaw?" Gunnar asked (Y/n) as she approached, the pair of them choosing to ignore the new guy, as he made his way to the rest of the group. "Yeah everything's fine." She nodded her head, smiling faintly at the use of her codename. "New guy huh?" She asked as she looked back to the excitement of the group. "Yeah, guy got himself trapped in a tank in the middle of the city completely surrounded by geeks." He pulled his bag from the truck and slung his arm around her shoulders, walking back towards the main camp.

"And why exactly is he dressed as a cop?" She wondered. "Apparently he is a cop." Gunnar shrugged, smiling when (Y/n) chuckled softly. "It's the end of the world, and yet people are still worried about their past careers." She mused with a shake of her head. "Gunnar I was wondering..." The new guy called out to the tall Sweed, who stopped in his tracks and turned slightly to acknowledge him. "You two are military right?" He asked. "Technically no." Gunnar turned to face him properly, turning (Y/n) with him. "Oh hi I'm Rick." He introduced himself to (Y/n), who smiled and shook his hand, offering him her name as well. "So you're not military?" Shane cut in, several others coming over to observe what was going on. "We never claimed to be military." Gunnar pointed out. "You said you were something like that." Shane argued, more irritable than he had been yesterday. "What does it matter?" (Y/n) cut in, annoyed with his attitude.

"It matters when you could be a threat to my group." Shane hissed, putting extra emphasis when he said my group. "You're a threat to yourselves." Gunnar shot back, matching Shane's energy. "What did you say?" Shane asked with a bitter chuckle. "You heard me deputy." Gunnar stepped forward a bit, subconsciously putting himself between the temperamental man and (Y/n). "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" The shorter man asked, angrily shoving Rick's hand away when he had placed it on his shoulder. "You've all been up here since the outbreak started to really spread. You've got no differences, barely any medical supplies, barely any weapons, and as far as I can tell your food supply is just as lackluster. You can't control or coordinate your own people to save your ass. It's a fucking miracle you've survived this long." Gunnar said with a sarcastic chuckle. There was a beat of silence before Shane tried charging at Gunnar. (Y/n) was quick to intervene, swiftly kicking Shane in the chest when he got close. He grunted and wheezed from the blow, falling onto his back with a groan of pain. Everyone stood frozen, unsure of what to do, or even say.

"I wouldn't recommend that." (Y/n) seethed at Shane, who lay coughing on the ground, glaring daggers at her. "Is it really so important to know what we are, or rather what we were? Did you somehow forget that the world as we all knew it, is fucking dead. What you were before means nothing now. You wanna know what we were so bad, fine I'll tell you exactly what we were." (Y/n) huffed in frustration, looking to the crowd around them, only relaxing a little when Gunnar placed his hand on her shoulder. "We weren't military, we were mercenaries. Hired by the rich to either guard someone, kill someone, or even just retrieve something of value. Hell the US government hired us on several occasions to do their dirty work. There you happy now? You've got killers guarding your asses, and guess what asshole, all we've tried doing in the short time we've been here, is help your sorry asses." (Y/n) spit in Shane's direction, as he finally moved to stand. "You know what, I'll do you a kindness, and give you all some advice. Get out of here, that cars going to draw a hord of geeks up here sooner or later." She subtlety tapped Gunnars thigh. "Let's go." She growled before pushing passed the crowd, intent on grabbing her gear and bailing.

Gunnar had followed her wordlessly, knowing she needed to cool off first. "What do you mean a hord?" Andrea asked as she and several others followed the couple. "Dozens if not hundreds of those geeks are going to come from the city in a hord, following the noise that car made until they find food." Gunnar explained as he watched (Y/n) gather her things. "The sounds would have echoed through the valley, they wouldn't know where to go." Dale tried to reason. "You really willing to risk that?" (Y/n) snapped at him. "You're all unbelievably unprepared for a hord to come trudging through here, and that fucking car might as well have been a fucking dinner bell." She added as she slung her pack onto her shoulders. "Stay here for all I care, but we're going." She said before taking point, Gunnar following her closely. "You can't just leave, you've gotta help us!" Amy exclaimed in a panic. "We ain't gotta do shit, you're not our responsibility." (Y/n) didn't spare them a second glance, leaving the group behind the couple took the road West, away from the city beyond the now doomed valley.

"You're really hot when you get pissed off." Gunnar said after a few minutes of walking, knowing (Y/n) had calmed down considerably. She snorted at his comment, rolling her eyes playfully when she looked his way. "I got the receiver fixed, we didn't need to stick around anymore, and Shane pissed me off." She admitted, pointing her thumb back to the receiver attached to her pack, still charging with the small solar charger. Gunnar grinned at her, hopeful they'd get to finally reconnect with the team. "I got a couple new packs of condoms earlier." He stated casually, having been intent on restocking the dwindled supply. (Y/n) chuckled at him with a shake of her head. "Dirty old man, is that all you got?" She teased despite the excitement she'd felt at the news. "No I found a cute pair of red lace panties for you as well." Gunnar grinned, laughing when she playfully swatted his chest. "And a new ring." He mused as he pulled the jewelry from his pocket. It was a stunning ring, and it was a wedding ring in all its glory. "Gun." (Y/n) cooed at the sight of the ring, instantly presenting her hand to him.

"Planned on marrying you before the world went to hell." He said as he slipped the ring onto her ring finger. "Well now I gotta find a ring for you big man." (Y/n) hummed as she yanked him down for a kiss. "I grabbed a couple actually, wanted you to pick it out for me." He admitted before showing her the other rings he had gathered. She assessed each ring carefully, before holding one up to him. "This one's perfect." She beamed at him, while it matched her ring, it also matched Gunnars style as well. Gunnar smiled tossing the other rings over his shoulder, which clanked noisily on the asphalt of the road. Both of them chuckling as (Y/n) slipped the ring onto his ring finger, just like he had done for her. "Come here husband." She cooed as she leaned into his chest. Gunnar smirked as he leaned down to kiss her, his chest full of pride and warmth. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, smiling as the kiss grew heated. When they parted they were both painting for air, looking as lovesick and sappy as the first time they kissed all those years ago. While the day had taken a rather annoying turn, it had ended in the best way possible.

"So where do we go now?" Gunnar asked, still holding (Y/n) close. "Somewhere safe, far from here, where we can wait for the guys to find us. Or at least find a way to get in touch with us." (Y/n) hummed in thought. "We should try finding a car soon, put some real distance between us and this fuckin place." Gunnar added thoughtfully, (Y/n) nodded in agreement. "We'll have to make sure to avoid the main roads." She reminded him, and Gunnar hummed in his throat before pecking her lips. "For now let's stay on foot, and travel as far as we possibly can. Maybe find a house to hold up in while we try finding a suitable car." He said before they parted to continue on their way. "We should probably head to Alabama before looking for a safe place to hold out for the team." Gunnar suggested. "Tennessee might be a better option. Last we knew the guys were in Iowa, they might be making their way to South Carolina to find us." (Y/n) said thoughtfully. "You're probably right." Gunnar admitted with a hum. "Tennessee it is then." He concluded, making (Y/n) smile softly. "Hey do you think we'll ever see those people again?" She wondered aloud, referring to the group they had parted ways with. "Some of them maybe, but I highly doubt they'll all survive a whole lot longer. Even if they take your advice and move on from their camp." Gunnar said truthfully. "Hopefully it won't end up being Shane, or Merle." (Y/n) said with a chuckle. "Nah they'll be the first to go." Gunnar said with a soft laugh, happy that his girl was in much better sprints now.

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💋Tag(s) - @graniairish | @andthevillainshallrises | @lxaah11 | @ninimackbrews |

I have totally neglected this story, and everytime I come across the first part again, I'm so upset I didn't continue it. So I'm picking up where I left off, and I'm gonna try capping this story off! Hopefully within the next few days and or weeks! Also this was half finished in my drafts for literal years, and I've since changed my short story format so to speak, so that'll change with the next post.

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Headcanon/Preference # 37

Gifs NOT mine.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

So yeah I totally killed the reader off in this one... Wanted this one to be angsty. Enjoy.

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• Obi-wan Kenobi •

• Obi-wan knew he shouldn't have let you join him on this particular mission.

• He knew something was off about this mission, he had sensed it in the Force.

• But he'd let you join regardless, and now you lay at his feet, bleeding out.

• He quickly dispatched of the enemy, and pulled you into his arms.

• "My love stay with me, you're going to be okay."

• He cradled your head in his free hand, trying desperately to assure you that everything will be okay.

• While also trying to fool himself into thinking you'll be able to pull through.

• As your breathing turned shallow, he kissed your forehead, smiling through the pain.

• He needed to be strong for you.

• And as your eyes fluttered closed, and your chest stilled, Obi-wan felt as if a part of himself had died with you.

• Only then did he allow himself to cry, and Obi-wan Kenobi was never the same.

• Becoming a shell of the man he once was, he eventually leaves the Jedi and roams the galaxy, feeling utterly lost without you by his side.

• Anikin Skywalker •

• Anikin thought he could protect you from anything.

• His one truest love, the one person he would have done anything for.

• This is the most dramatic turn of events for Anikin, the moment when he gave into the dark side.

• Cradling your lifeless body in his arms, Anikin screamed and cried.

• "You can't leave me (Y/n), you can't!"

• And with the aggressive flick of his wrist, he killed those that had taken you from him.

• He was merciless, unforgiving, and beyond angry.

• Anikin felt as if he'd died alongside you, and in many ways he did.

• Alone he laid you to rest.

• His once beautiful blue eyes turned to yellow as he watched you disappear from his life.

• Anikin felt as if your blood was on his hands, as if he failed to protect you.

• He also felt as if he failed you, because if you hadn't loved him as deeply as you did, maybe then you wouldn't have given your life for his.

• The day you died, was the very same day Darth Vader was born.

• Qui-Gon Jinn •

• Qui-Gon knew he shouldn't have grown attached to you, he knew it wouldn't end well.

• The rules about attachments, about love, were in place for this very reason.

• Quickly he took care of the man that had fatally wounded you, and held you close.

• Try as he might with the help of the force he attempted to heal your wounds, unable to do so he tried his best to be strong for you.

• He pecked your lips, and brushed back your hair.

• "You're going to be alright darling, just breath. That's it, just keep breathing."

• His hands shook as he placed his free hand over your wound, trying weakly to stop the bleeding.

• Again he tried using the Force to at least try to ease your pain, to make this easier for you.

• "Just relax my darling, we'll see eachother again."

• Qui-Gon promised you with a weak smile, his heart breaking at the sight of your own equally weak smile.

• His heart breaking further as he felt your breathing slow down considerably, the light in your eyes fading with every shallow breath.

• If there was anything Qui-Gon was grateful for, it was getting to hold you in his arms one last time.

• Darth Maul •

• Maul was foolish enough to think you were untouchable, that you were both untouchable.

• And his world crashed around him as you collapsed to the ground.

• Maul thought he knew pain, but all that he's been through, all that he's done. It was nothing compared to losing you.

• "You'll pay for this!"

• Maul growled at the man that was daring enough to hurt you.

• Ruthlessly he slashed at the man, cutting him limb from limb, and keeping him alive until he was satisfied.

• His rage blinded him, and only subsidied when he heard you wheezing in pain.

• "(Y/n) my star."

• Without another thought he dropped his saber, and rushed to your side, cradling you against his chest.

• He was unfazed by your blood seeping into his robes, firmly placing his hand against your wound, desperately trying to at least slow the bleeding.

• "I'll find you again my star, nothing can keep me from you, nothing."

• Maul promised as he rest his forehead against your own, the connection between you both through the Force, assuring him that he could keep that promise.

• He also swore to take down anyone and everyone that was involved in your demise, whoever that man worked for was as good as dead, and anyone else Maul deemed guilty.

• Maul will destroy worlds to avenge you if he must.

• He kept his eyes locked with yours as you slowly slipped away, his hearts thundering with heartache.

• "We will be together again."

• Maul promised before you gave your final breath, a rage filled scream escaping him as you died.

• And all who knew of Darth Maul, learned that after your demise, the Sith could be far crueler, far darker than he had been when you were still alive.

• Maul eventually turns to the traditions of the Zabrak, and finds a way to reunite with you through the magick of his people.

• It isn't enough, and it'll never be enough, because it is simply a ghost of you.

• But until his demise it is all he can manage, and he will accept that while he cannot hold you anymore, he can at least still see you and speak with you.

• Feral Opress •

• Feral is heartbroken beyond belief.

• You were the only truly good thing in his life, you were his and he was yours.

• Savage had witnessed the whole thing unfold, and for the sake of his brother, he struck down the man that dared to harm you.

• Feral wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on instinct, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.

• You had once said laying in his embrace was your favorite thing, the thing that brought you the most comfort.

• And he knew that's all he could do for you, comfort you as you slowly succumbed to your wounds.

• "Sh sh my sweet, just relax, I'm here, I've got you."

• He brushed your hair back in a soothing way, ignoring how much it hurt him to feel your blood painting his skin.

• He peppered kisses across your paling face, his hearts breaking with every kiss.

• You giggled in a pitiful way, coughing a moment later, blood oozed from your mouth.

• And Feral, delicately, lovingly wiped it away.

• "It's okay my sweet, look at me."

• His lip quivered a little as your glossy eyes peered into his own.

• "I love you, don't you ever forget that."

• He pecked your lips, tears escaping him when your final breath wheezed out from your lungs.

• Savage Opress •

• Savage instantly saw red, his hearts filled with rage, and regret.

• He ripped the man who hurt you limb from limb with his bare hands. The man's blood only cooling his temper a little.

• Dropping the carcass carelessly to the ground, he rushed back to your side, and as gently as he could he picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

• With you in his arms, Savage walked carefully across the tundra of the desolate planet you were on, unable, unwilling to just leave you on this wasteland of a planet.

• "Oh little one, my sweet stupid girl. You should have just let me handle him."

• He meant well, he really did. But he was hurt that you would do something so reckless, so selfless.

• You had once promised him forever.

• You giggled weakly, reaching up to caress his handsome face. And Savage melted into your touch.

• His hearts broke, knowing he couldn't save you, not this time.

• His blazing eyes locked onto your pale face, he wanted to commit your face to memory, despite the fact that he already has every part of you committed to memory.

• "I'll see you again little one, through the magick, the Force, I will see you again."

• He promised as he cradled you close, the chill of your skin finally breaking his resolve.

• Savage cried as he held you close, falling to his knees as you struggled to breathe.

• He grew darker that day, much darker. Swearing to fight to the bitter end, until he could be reunited with you once more.

• Kylo Ren •

• The moment you collapsed before his eyes, Kylo felt as if he would die alongside you.

• With a rage filled cry, Kylo cut down the man that hurt you, and threw the rest over a nearby cliff with the Force.

• He fell to his knees beside you, watching helplessly as your blood stained the snow around you.

• "Starlight what have you done?"

• He breathed out as he pulled you into his arms, tears of heartache and rage streaming down his face, his helmet long since abandoned.

• "I couldn't- couldn't let you get hurt."

• You had wheezed out, desperately clutching the deep gash at your side. Kylo's hand rest over yours, desperately hoping to stop the bleeding.

• "I can't live without you."

• Kylo whispered in a broken voice, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

• He squeezed you tighter, as you grew colder and colder in his arms.

• "Don't leave me, please, I can't go on without you."

• Kylo shook in his sorrow and rage, as your breathing became shallow.

• Despite the fact that you were literally dying, you still tried to comfort him, brushing his hair back weakly, your blood staining his pale skin.

• This only served to break his heart further, how can he possibly go on without you?

• Kylo is the most likely to rage an all out war, in hopes of getting himself killed so he could be reunited with you.

• But that's not to say he won't fight to the bitter end.

• Armitage Hux •

• It took everything in Armitage to stay standing, to not collapse and cradle you in his arms.

• If he had done so, he knew your sacrifice would have been in vain.

• But the moment the man is killed by his troopers, he's falling to his knees and pulling you into his arms.

• "GET A MEDICAL DROID NOW!"

• He barks at his men, who rush to follow out his order.

• But it's too late, your once bright eyes are dull and lifeless, having died on impact.

• That doesn't stop Armitage from deluding himself into thinking you'll be okay.

• He's crying, and begging you to wake up, but you don't respond to any of his attempts to stir you.

• "Please angel, wake up, come on."

• He's shaking you, kissing you, and eventually in his desperation he's beating on your chest in an attempt to get your heart pumping again.

• By the time a medical droid comes, he refuses to let you go. His troopers eventually have to tear him away from your body.

• He's kicking and screaming, red in the face as he fights them. But it's no good, they are to strong.

• Armitage has to control himself during your funeral, every instinct in him screaming to not let you go, to fight to bring you back.

• He is much harsher after this, starting arguments more and more with Kylo, and taking every ounce of pain when Kylo throws him across the room with the Force, as if he deserves to be punished.

• He's even trying to goad Kylo into killing him, but the man has a little more restraint than the General had thought.

• Armitage is the most likely to give into his dark depressive thoughts, and take his own life.

• His final thoughts are of you and you alone.

• General Grievous •

• You were his most prized "possession" so to speak, nothing in all of the galaxy meant as much to Grievous as you did.

• "My treasure, no you can't do this, you can't leave me I forbid it!"

• He's killed the man before you even hit the ground, where you lay for mere moments before he's cradling you in his arms.

• He's gentle with you, as he quite literally sprints you to the nearest medical bay.

• "Get out all of you!"

• He barks at the droids, not trusting them to fix what cannot be undone. Certain that he'll be able to save you.

• He's frantic in his attempts to patch you up, almost unaware of the way you gently touch his arm.

• Grievous froze in an instant when you weakly called out his name, his attention now solely on your face, cupping your hand in two of his.

• "What do you need treasure?"

• He asked in a soft voice, ignoring how his voice shook with emotion.

• You simply smiled at him, as if taking in the sight of him was all you cared about in that moment.

• "I-I lo-ve-"

• You tried croaking out, only for your breath to be stolen as you slipped away, dying before his very eyes, trying to declare your love one last time.

• The very ground shook with his scream of despair and heart retching agony.

• From that moment on he took out every ounce of pain and anger at losing you on anyone he deemed a threat.

• Sometimes even on innocent people, who would unknowingly remind him of you.

• He fought dirty and ruthlessly, uncaring if he would get himself killed, or if he would even succeed.

• Grievous also travelled far and wide across the galaxy in an attempt to find some way to bring you back to life.

• He cared not for whatever it might cost, or what he might have to do, who he would have to kill.

• If there is a way he can bring you back, he'll find a way, not matter how long it takes.

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Incorrect Quotes

Fred : *Enters bedroom after taking a shower*

(Y/n) : Unbelievable I just can not believe you Fred Weasley!

Fred : What I haven't done anything?

George : Yet.

(Y/n) : Look at you, strutting around with that slutty little waist!

Fred : You think my waist is slutty?

(Y/n) : Oh I know it is. Go put a shirt on you slut.

Fred : *Struts across the room with a grin stretched across his face.*😏

(Y/n) : Slutty little minx.

(Y/n) : *slaps Fred's butt as he walks by.*😈

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Incorrect quote

(Y/n) : So do you have a crush on anyone?

Maul : ... What?...

(Y/n) : Do you... Do you like me?

Maul : WE'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR FIVE YEARS!

(Y/n) : So you like me?

Maul : *Death glares the love of his life*

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Girls Day 💖💅

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Short story # 29

Gifs NOT mine.

Pairing - Darth Maul X Reader

Summary - Your best friend Obi Wan taking you out for a day of shopping, much to your long-term boyfriends displeasure. But Maul allows it because he knows it makes you happy, and despite not trusting Obi Wan, he trusts you wholeheartedly.

Rating - SFW (Mostly) with NSFW (At the end)

Reading time (roughly) - 19 minutes

Year posted - 2025

"So you wanna get lunch first?" Obi Wan asked once (Y/n) had buckled up. "Oh yeah there's this new place downtown we should try out." She beamed at her friend, excited for the day ahead of them. "A new place huh, are you sure Maul won't be upset I took you there first?" Obi Wan asked, well aware of the disdain the Zabrak felt for him. "No Maul won't go there, he thinks it's too cutesy." (Y/n) hummed as Obi Wan drove out onto the main road. "Cutesy?" Obi Wan questioned. "It's aesthetic is all pastel, and their menu follows the same vibe. I looked it up last week." (Y/n) explained. "Oh right he's definitely too edgy for that." Obi Wan teased his friend, making her smile with a roll of her eyes. "Be nice." She hummed before pulling her phone from her pocket, to see who was texting her. A smile stretching across her face when she saw Mauls name across her screen.

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Maul : "I thought you said it was a girl's day, why are you going with Obi Wan? 🤔"

(Y/n) : "I told you I was going with him, and I jokingly called it a girl's day... Besides I don't have any girl friends for a girls day, you tend to scare them off. 💀"

Maul : "Well I've been trying to scare him off for years now. 😒"

(Y/n) : "We grew up together babe, he ain't getting scared off. 😂"

Maul : "You better remind him that he better keep his hands to himself. 😤"

(Y/n) : "Don't worry babe, he's not like that. He's happy in his relationship. And besides we're practically brother and sister. 🥰"

Maul : "I don’t trust him. 😒"

(Y/n) : "You don't trust anyone. ♥️"

Maul : "I trust you. 😘"

(Y/n) : "Awe babe. 🥺"

Maul : "Love you Princess, I hope you have a good day... Even if it is with him. 🤧"

(Y/n) : "I love you too Maul. 😍"

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"Already complaining are we?" Obi Wan said with a teasing grin. "He's just protective Obi." (Y/n) defended her boyfriend, still smiling as she put her phone down. "I know he is, but you guys have been together for years, and we grew up together. You'd think he'd accept that we're always going to be friends." Obi Wan said as he pulled into an empty parking space. "Well you guys didn't exactly start off on great terms, and neither of you have ever tried mending things." (Y/n) pointed out. "He holds a grudge! And he won't even try talking to me." Obi Wan said with a small sigh. "I'll try talking with him again, if I've gotta send you two out to spend a guy's day together I will." She said as they walked into the new diner. "I would be willing to try that." Obi Wan said with a hand over his heart, sincere in what he was saying. "Just gotta convince my grumpy Zabrak of a boyfriend." (Y/n) said with a fond smile. "He gives me black cat energy." Obi Wan said as they took their seat in a booth. "Well you're not wrong." She chuckled at the comparison.

After their lovely lunch, they sat in Obi Wans car for a few minutes. "So what's the plan?" (Y/n) asked as she turned to her friend, often leaving the plans up to him. "I thought we could go get a pedicure first and after that we just go shopping at the mall. Maybe get some ice cream on the way home." He said thoughtfully, smiling while (Y/n) visibility buzzed with excitement. "I love that idea!" She beamed at her best friend. "I haven't had a pedicure in ages!" She added, making Obi Wan chuckle. The drive to the salon was filled with obnoxious singing and corny jokes. The two nearly falling into tears from laughing so hard as he pulled into the parking lot. "You should really try out for The Voice." Obi Wan teased, refusing to the goofy way (Y/n) had been singing to the radio. "We'll have to try together, you killed those high notes." (Y/n) giggled while clutching her belly, her sides hurting from their laughter. Obi Wan chuckled with a shake of his head. "We could have Maul do back up vocals." He added, making (Y/n) snort. "Hell yeah, I love this idea." She giggled softly as they entered the salon.

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*(Y/n) sent an image*

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"Who did you just send that to?" Obi Wan inquired his friend, who was sat across from him as they go their pedicures. (Y/n) smirked as she pulled her phone against her chest. "I didn't do anything." She hummed innocently. "Liar I heard it." He huffed with amusement.

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Anikin : "Oh my god that's the best, thanks for making my day! 😂"

(Y/n) : "I just knew you'd appreciate that picture. 😈"

Maul : "Well I no longer feel threatened by Obi Wan... 😂"

(Y/n) : "Be nice! 😆"

Maul : "Oh trust me I am being nice Princess. 😈"

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"You sent it to Anikin!" Obi Wan whined, having just received a text from his apprentice. "Maybe." (Y/n) laughed at the groan Obi Wan gave. "He's never gonna let me live that down." He complained. "Wait you didn't send it to Satine did you?" He asked with embarrassment etched onto his face. "No I didn't send it to Satine, I don't have her new phone number." (Y/n) pouted at the loss of opportunity. "Good... Then who did you send it to? I heard it send twice." Obi Wan eyed her suspiciously. "I don't know what you're talking about." (Y/n) said with a mischievous grin. "Don't tell me you sent that to Maul... Anikin is one thing, I can ignore his teasing. But Maul will hold this over me forever! He'll never see me as an equal!" Obi Wan ranted in distress. "Oh don't be so dramatic Obi, it's not that serious. Besides I've got a spa day planned for mine and his anniversary, and he's going to get just as pampered." (Y/n) said with a warm smile, giggling when Obi Wan visibility relaxed. "Okay that makes it a little bit better." Obi Wan muttered with a small pout.

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Maul : "Am I going to get a picture of my lovely girlfriend? 🤔"

*(Y/n) sent a picture*

Maul : "As beautiful as ever. 🤩"

(Y/n) : "Thanks babe! 🥰"

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After they'd finished at the salon, Obi Wan drove to the mall, and again shenanigans ensued during the drive. Leaving the pair cackling like hyenas as they walked into the mall. First they visited the shoe store, Obi Wan buying a new pair of gym shoes, and (Y/n) buying a sexy pair of ruby red heels. Afterwards they visited Bath and Bodyworks. Obi Wan bought a new perfume for Satine, and (Y/n) got a new candle and a cologne for Maul. Then they visited Ulta Beauty, where (Y/n) helped Obi Wan pick out a new eye-shadow pallet for Satine, and got a few new shades of lip gloss and lipstick for herself. And finally they visited a new clothing store, mostly browsing until (Y/n) came across the lingerie section. Obi Wan noticed how her gaze lingered on the intimate section, smiling with a knowing look. "Hey I'm gonna go see if I can't find Satine a new bracelet, meet me at the jewelry counter when you're ready to go." Obi Wan said as he nudged (Y/n)'s shoulder. She blushed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, embarrassed that Obi Wan knew she wanted to get some lingerie.

"Yeah okay." (Y/n) nodded in agreement, waiting for Obi Wan to walk away before going into the lingerie section. Once she began her browsing she made it a point to search for a matching set of red and black lace. Knowing Maul would absolutely adore seeing her in a new set that matched him. The last set of black and red she'd bought was torn to shreds the night she brought it home. This time she intends on keeping the new set in tact. First she found a cute teddy dress made primarily of red lace lined with black, and decorated with black roses. And after a few more minutes of searching around she found a cute bralette with a matching pair of crotchless panties. The red matching the dress perfectly. And as she began walking out of the section, she spotted a pair of black fishnet stockings. They were thigh high with a built in garter belt, and like the dress, it was decorated with black roses. (Y/n)'s grin was downright devious as she snatched the stockings up, practically skipping to the register to buy her items, before meeting up with Obi Wan.

"Did you find a bracelet?" (Y/n) asked with a new bag in hand. "I can't decide which one I like more." Obi Wan admitted, a deep frown on his face. "Point them out." (Y/n) hummed as she leaned over the counter beside her best friend. He pointed to a silver bracelet cuff lined with diamonds, with designs of ivy wrapping around the band. Then to a slightly slimmer silver bracelet, this one lined with sapphires which were haloed by diamonds. "Well I think the sapphire one is more her style, but they are both very pretty." (Y/n) admitted, understanding Obi Wans indecision. "Maybe I should just get her both?" He wondered aloud. "Well maybe... But they are pretty pricey, and with everything else you got her, she might find it a little overwhelming." (Y/n) said with a shrug, knowing she would be a little overwhelmed, if Maul got her those things. "You're probably right, I'll just go with the sapphire one." Obi Wan said before flagging down a associate. After he purchased the bracelet they made their way out of the store. "So ice cream now?" (Y/n) asked as they walked towards the exit, both satisfied with all that they had bought.

⚠️Spicy from here on out.⚠️

When (Y/n) had entered her and Mauls house, she was excited to find that he wasn't in the living room. Slowly she tip toed to their bedroom, wanting to surprise Maul with her new lingerie and heels. Finding the room empty she sat her bags down near her dresser, taking out her lingerie and heels she beelined for the attached bathroom. Once she was dressed she teased her hair and did some touchups to her makeup. Smirking she twirled in front of the body mirror attached to the back of the door. And once she felt satisfied with the way she looked, she went back into their room. Lighting the new candle she bought before snatching up her phone. Laying down suggestively on their bed, she took a headshot selfie, and quickly sent it to Maul. Not a minute after setting her phone onto the nightstand, she heard hurried footsteps approaching the bedroom. The bedroom door practically slammed open as Maul entered, stopping dead in his tracks when his ember eyes locked on her laying in bed. Slowly his burning gaze trailed up her body, making (Y/n) smirk with confidence. "Princess." Maul growled before stepping further into the room, pushing the door closed behind him.

"Come here." He purred with a smirk on his own, his jeans feeling a bit tight now. Without objecting (Y/n) slid off of the bed, and slowly walked to her lover, giving him a sexy slow spin then he waved his fingers. "You little minx." He chuckled as his hands took hold of her lace covered hips. "Spend all day with another man, only to show up with a new set of lingerie. Dirty girl are you trying to butter up to me?" He grinned playfully. "Is it working?" (Y/n) hummed with a grin of her own. "Well since you got this beautiful red and black set." He mused as his fingers traced up her sides. "You didn't model this for Obi Wan did you?" He hummed, his eyes brimming with curiosity. "No of course not." (Y/n) shook her head to emphasize her words. "Good, I'd have to spank you if you had." Maul said with a toothy grin. "Well in that case..." She teased playfully, a giggle escaping her when Maul suddenly pulled her off her feet, holding her firmly chest to chest. "Easy Princess." He growled as he bumped his nose into hers. (Y/n) giggled softly, her arms wrapping around Mauls neck, while her fingers began massaging the back of his skull. "You know I'd never betray you, or your trust." She mused with a small smile. "I know you wouldn't." He hummed before kissing her passionately.

(Y/n) moaned into the kiss, opening her mouth as soon as Mauls tongue swiped her bottom lip. He growled possessively as the kiss deepened, walking to the bed until his knees bumped the edge. Maul then broke the kiss, and ceremoniously tossed (Y/n) onto the bed, smiling at the sounds of her giggles. He was on her in an instant, his legs straddling her thighs, as he kissed and nipped at her neck and shoulders. Her giggles turned to soft moans, and she titled her head to the side, exposing more of her neck to him. Lightly his horns scraped at her skin, causing a pleasant shiver to run through her at the sensation. "Always so pretty." He murmured against her moist skin, pressing feather light kisses to the hickey that was freshly blooming. "Maul." She breathed out, as she felt her pussy dripping in anticipation. Maul breathed in deep through his nose, smelling her desire like a bloodhound. (Y/n) felt a little embarrassed whenever he did that, despite watching as his eyes fluttered closed, a hungry growl rumbling in his chest. Sitting up Maul made quick work of removing his shirt, smirking when he saw (Y/n) bite her lip as she ogled his chest. "Like what you see Princess?" He teased. "I love what I see." She clarified, arching her back to push her chest up, hoping to entice him.

Maul growled as his hands moved to the bust of the (Y/n)'s dress, intent on tearing it open. Quickly she caught his wrists, glaring a little as she looked up at him. "Don't you dare, I want this set to last!" She said with a small bite in her tone, Maul chuckled before letting go of the dress. As his hands slowly dragged down her chest, she released his wrists. "Making demands, spoiled girl." Maul mused as he grabbed at the waist of the dress, hiking it up before pulling it off of her completely. (Y/n) giggled knowing full well she was quiet spoiled. "You're lucky I love you." He teased as he thumbed at her nipples through her lace bralette. She moaned at his touch, arching into his hand. He chuckled at her eagerness, while his chest swelled with pride. Leaning down he took one of her nipples into his mouth, nipping lightly before swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. He groaned at the sensation of the lace against his tongue, the smell of her perfume an allure he could never resist. "Maul please." (Y/n) breathed out, blissful in the attention he was giving her. He chuckled as he released her nipple with a wet pop, making her mewl at the lose of contact. "Always so responsive." He praised, standing from the bed to remove his boots and jeans.

His pulse quickened when she spread her legs for him, revealing that her panties were crotchless, and displaying her dripping sex. Still wearing her fishnet and heels, she pulled her legs up into the air, holding her legs open by the backs of her thighs. Flaunting herself to his greedy gaze, while Maul struggled with his jeans, fumbling in his eagerness. She giggled when he nearly stumbled before kicking his jeans off the rest of the way. He growled before all but falling to his knees, his face now level with her glistening sex. He breathed her scent in deeply as his hands gripped firmly at the backs of her thighs. Roughly he squeezed the fat of her thighs like his life depended on it, before swiping his tongue along the length of her pussy. (Y/n) moaned while her head lulled back, as Maul kitten licked her clit. Growling he slid his tongue down to her cunt, burying it as deep as he can before swiping back up to her clit. "Maul please, I need more." She whined, wiggling her hips. The Zabrak growled as he pinned her hips down, continuing to feast on her. "P-please I need more, need your cock." She panted with desperate eyes. Mauls eyes locked with her own, as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

(Y/n) whined needily, her sex clenching around nothing as he continued to toy with her. Finally he released her clit with a wet pop, smirking at the flushed look on her face. "Always so sweet." He praised as he crawled up onto the bed, hooking her knees over the crook of his elbows. "Please." She whispered, her hips jutting towards him when she felt his cock rub against her. "If you want it, take it." Maul told her with a crooked grin. Instantly she reached down and lined his length with her clenching hole. The head notched in when he rocked forward, making them both groan pleasurably. Inch by inch he sunk into her, while (Y/n) kept her fingers looped around the base, until he bottomed out. Her fingers then moved to toy lazily with her clit. Maul hummed at the sight of her playing with herself, before giving an experimental thrust. They moaned at the sensation so he began thrusting slowly into her, steadily building up the pace until he found just the right rhythm. "Feels good." (Y/n) mewled softly, rubbing faster circles against her clit. "Such a good girl." Maul praised before leaning down to kiss her, practically folding her in half, with her legs still locked into his elbows.

"Keep going." She moaned against his lips. "So close." She added before nipping at his bottom lip. Maul growled as he shoved his tongue into her mouth, his rhythm steady as his cock abused her sweet spot. Her toes clenched in her heels as she neared her peak, still rubbing frantically at her pulsing clit. "Cum for me Princess, make a mess on my cock." Maul hissed against her mouth, his end nearing quickly. "Maul!" (Y/n) cried out as she reached her peak, the muscles in her thighs twitching, and her claves wrapping weakly around his back. The Zabrak growled as his cock throbbed before he spilled inside of her, thrusting slower to draw out their climaxes. Only when (Y/n) whined from overstimulation, did he stop thrusting. With a satisfied huff Maul slumped against her, gently releasing her legs, which moved to loosely wrap around his hips. "Good girl, such a good fucking girl." Maul praised as he peppered her face with kisses. (Y/n) giggled breathlessly, loving the attention he showered her with. "Stay here Princess, I'll clean you up." He hummed before pecking her lips sweetly. Slowly he pulled out of her, both of them moaning at the feeling. Then he gently he laid her legs against the bed, then made his way to the bathroom.

A few moments later he returned with a warm damp washcloth, and with an incredibly gentle touch, he cleaned her sex. Which had been oozing with their mixed release. He kissed her thigh before walking back to the bathroom to dispose of the rag. Once he returned Maul took one of (Y/n)'s legs in his hands. "How about we remove all of this." He said as he pulled her heel of, repeating the process with her other heel. "Your so good to me." (Y/n) hummed with a dopey smile. "I was about to say the same to you." He mused as he pulled her stockings off. Then he pulled off her panties, and with her assistance he lastly removed her bralette. Once she was bare Maul moved to his dresser, pulling out one of his old band shirts and a pair of his briefs. Lovingly he helped her into his clothes, stealing a couple kisses as he did so. "Cozy?" He asked as he retrieved the boxers he had been wearing earlier, pulling them on while (Y/n) scooted onto her side of the bed. "Very." She hummed with a smile, feeling content and whole. "Good." Maul said as he joined her on the bed, pulling her into his arms, and letting her lay her head against his chest. "Did you have a good day with Obi Wan today?" He asked as he traced patterns into her arm. "Yeah but it's much better now that I'm back home with you." (Y/n) said with a smile, her eyes growing tired. "Good answer." He chuckled before kissing the crown of her head.

This was supposed to be a totally SFW post... But it ended up taking a turn, although that made it a longer story so that worked out... Anyhow I hope you enjoyed this one. 💚

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Hunger

(1-1)

Short story # 28

Gif NOT mine.

Summary - You witness Maul gorge for the first time after he's gone two days without food.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 4 minutes

Year posted - 2025

This is just a silly little one that was actually inspired by a video of a dog I witnessed recently... Enjoy.

"Welcome back." (Y/n) hummed with a small smile, greeting Maul as he returned to the palace. He grumbled as he passed her, clearly grumpier than usual. (Y/n) didn't take it to heart knowing that Maul often was in a more sour mood than usual, when coming back from an unsuccessful mission. "I took the liberty of having dinner prepared early today." She stated as she followed him through the near empty halls of the palace. Maul froze mid stride, slowly turning his head to observe his dutiful advisor. "Would you care to join me?" She asked with a knowing look, certain that he would be more interested in eating, than brooding in the throne room. Without a word Maul turned down the hall leading to the dining hall, and (Y/n) trailed behind him happily.

Once inside the dining hall, Maul growled at the sight of the large table nearly filled, with a large array of food. (Y/n) took her usual place at the table, smiling at the evident excitement Maul seemed to be feeling. Quickly he filled his awaiting plate, and dug into his food without so mach as waiting for formalities. Maul barely chewed his food before swallowing and cramming more into his mouth. "When was the last time you ate something?" (Y/n) asked as she observed him eating more savagely than she'd ever seen before. Maul froze for a moment, food clutched in the palms of his hands. He swallowed what was in his mouth, and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Two moons." He said before gorging on the food in both hands. "Maul you can't be serious! My Lord you have enough rations on your ship to last nearly a year!" (Y/n) gasped in astonishment, finding it incredibly hard to believe he didn't have access to food. Mauls glowing eyes were piercing as he looked at her, a deep growl rumbling in his chest.

"Lord Maul if you are not going to take care of yourself during your missions, I feel that it is my responsibility to join you to ensure you are well taken care of." (Y/n) huffed at him, knowing that when he is set on a goal, he disregards everything else until the job is done. "It's to dangerous." Maul grumbled between mouthfuls. "Well either you need to start taking better care of yourself, or train me how to defend myself." (Y/n) stated as a matter of fact. Maul looked at her with incredulous look. "Am I not the Lord here?" He asked in a deadpan voice. "Yes well you're going to get yourself killed, if you don't start taking better care of yourself." She argued, and Maul huffed in annoyance. Although his growl in response was hard to take seriously, as he sat with food smeared across the lower half of his face. "Fine." Maul grumbled before again taking two hand fulls of food, and continuing to gorge himself to the point that (Y/n) feared he might make himself sick.

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Blood Moon

(1-1)

Short story # 27

Gif NOT mine.

Summary - It's that time of the month, and the first time you've gone through it while around Maul. His instincts take over, and a whole new side of him is revealed to you.

Rating - SFW (believe it or not it's pure fluff)

Reading time (roughly) - 5 minutes

Year posted - 2025

Talk of periods of course, and Maul being both OOC and downright weird. 🫶 Enjoy.

It had come to soon, nearly a week early in fact. Normally (Y/n) was prepared for it, and made sure to avoid Maul during this time. She'd heard stories about how these things can sometimes effect different species. And while she didn't know how he would react, she figured it would be best to avoid the Sith. However this time, she wasn't prepared, this time the cramps hurt bad enough to distract her from the fact that Maul was near. Groggily she trudged into the kitchen, hoping to get a nice cup of tea, and a snack to sate her growing appetite. Really she should have expected this to happen sooner or later, after all there was no way she could keep this hidden from Maul forever.

The instant she walked into the kitchen, she was cornered by Maul. The Zabrak could sense something was off about (Y/n). Instinctively he started sniffing at her, his black and crimson nose burying against her neck first. "What are you doing?" (Y/n) giggled softly, his nose tickling her skin as he trailed his nose down to her collarbones. He didn't respond, or even react as if he'd heard her. Instead he continued to sniff at her, trying to find the source of whatever had caught his attention. He knelt down as he trailed down her stomach, his nose burying harshly against her lower abdomen, where he continued to sniff deeply. (Y/n) was frozen in place, unable to form a single thought. Suddenly he dipped lower and sniffed deeply. (Y/n)'s hands shook with anxiety when he moved again, this time his nose pushed against her clothed sex. He inhaled deeply, his glowing eyes fluttering closed.

(Y/n) squeaked and jumped back, feeling extremely anxious now. "What are you doing!?" She hissed at him, her heart hamming in her chest. His eyes peeled open, as his hands moved to hold (Y/n)'s waist, leaving her at an arms length. "You're bleeding." Maul stated in a calm tone, his voice somehow deeper than normal. "Wha-? Y-yeah it's... Normal... I'm okay." She stammered in embarrassment, unsure if the Zabrak was familiar with periods. A growl rumbled in his chest and he suddenly rose to his feet, again making (Y/n) shudder with anxiety. "What are you-?" Maul cut her off and swiftly tossed her onto his shoulder. The sudden pressure on her abdomen made her cry out in pain. And in an instant the Zabrak hand pulled her off of his shoulder, and cradled her in his arms. "Forgive me little one." He said in a soft tone, walking out of the kitchen with large strides. (Y/n) couldn't form a single thought, unsure of what the Sith had in store for her.

Now inside his personal chambers, Maul sat (Y/n) down gently on the lounge against the far wall. "Stay." He grumbled before moving to his bed. Meticulously he began bunching up the blankets and pillows, then he moved to his wardrobe and pulled out all of his robes, which he dumped onto his bed. Adjusting and fluffing them until he was satisfied with what he'd made. (Y/n) watched him with curiosity, wondering why he appeared to be building a nest of sorts on his bed. Her eyes wide with curiosity and anxiety, she watched as Maul crossed the room once more. Wordlessly he scooped her into his arms, and carried her to his bed. Gently he laid her down in the center of the nest, his scent enveloping her and bringing her a sense of comfort. "Stay here, rest." Maul murmured as he nuzzled his nose into her hair, kissing her crown before leaving her to rest in his nest.

Maul left her without any explanation, and while she had been anxious, she found herself relaxing. He hadn't done anything to her, except offer her a comforting place to relax. A short while later Maul returned, bringing with him a soothing root tea, and a warm bowl of stew with fresh bread. "Eat." He instructed, spoon feeding her, as he sat beside her on the edge of his nest. "What are you doing?" (Y/n) asked after she swallowed her bite. "Helping you." He said before holding the bread out to her. She took a bite, humming at the taste. "I mean I get that, but why?" She asked before sipping the tea he offered her. "Is that not what a mate is supposed to do?" He asked casually as he continued to feed her. (Y/n) was stunned suddenly. Sure they were close, and sometimes shared rather intimate moments. But she never suspected that Maul saw her as a mate. "I-I suppose." She murmured, a warm feeling blooming in her chest. "Are you not satisfied?" Maul asked with an intense look in his eyes.

"N-no no of course I'm satisfied, this is really nice actually. I'm just surprised is all." She admitted with s small chuckle. "Why are you surprised?" Maul asked. "I just... I didn't realize that you saw me as your mate." (Y/n) felt herself blush, loving that Maul felt deeply enough for her to consider her a mate. Maul hummed in his throat. "Well now you know. You're mine." He smiled at her, his sharp teeth on display. (Y/n) mirrored his smile, feeling euphoric and fuzzy. "And I am yours." He added before moving to nuzzle his nose against her cheek. "Yes." (Y/n) hummed, forgetting about her cramping abdomen. Maul purred at her words, setting aside the now empty bowl, he joined her in the nest. Wordlessly he pulled her into his hold, the warmth of his body soothing. Still he continued to purr, his large hands rubbing soothingly along the length of her back. If (Y/n) had known that being around Maul during her period would result in this, she would have done so months ago. Having been pining for the Zabrak since they first met. "Rest now my mate, I will still be here when you wake." Maul said in a soft tone, making (Y/n) hum in content, as her eyes lulled closed.

I was a bit distracted while writing this so I apologize if it sucks... 😅

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Embrace Me

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Short story # 26

Gif NOT mine.

Paring - Commander Mills X Plussize!Reader

Summary - Your simply trying to relax after a grueling day of hiking, across the tundra of an unknown planet. And Commander Mills is absolutely determined to relax with you, his copilot and long time crush.

Rating - SFW (It gets a bit spicy, but nothing occurs.)

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

"Can we please rest for the night? I feel like I've got blisters on my blisters." (Y/n) whined at her Commander, who was walking a short distance ahead of her. He sighed heavily through his nose, glancing back at his copilot over his shoulder. "We should find shelter first, it's going to storm tonight." He argued. (Y/n) groaned in response, her feet were killing her, and her gear grew heavier and heavier with each step. "Why did we have to crash on such a miserable planet." She complained, as she adjusted the strap of her plasma rifle higher onto her shoulder. Mills chuckled softly at her words, silently agreeing with her assessment of this uncharted planet. "I would offer to carry you." Mills said as he glanced back, smirking at how quick (Y/n) perked up. "But you're awfully heavy." He teased playfully, laughing when he felt her throw a handful of berries at his back. "That's not nice." She huffed at him, feeling a tad bit insecure, despite knowing he was only joking. Mills turned to observe her expression, and before he could see the look of insecurity on her face, (Y/n) pulled up a mask of playful bitterness. Even going as far as to childishly stick her tongue out at him. Again he simply chuckled and turned back to continue leading the way.

Almost an hour later they finally found a suitable place for shelter, and in the nick of time. As soon as they'd sat their packs down within the cave, it was as if the heavens had simply opened up, and a downpour of rain fell from the darkening sky. "Finally." (Y/n) sighed as she plopped down onto the ground, carefully pulling her boots off with a hiss of discomfort. While Mills on the other hand began setting up a perimeter defense, or rather a security system. The rhythmic hum of the security devices was soothing in a way, knowing that as long as they remind humming this calm tone, then they were completely safe. "Here." Mills offered (Y/n) his canteen of fresh water. "Thanks." She excepted it gratefully, taking a generous sip before pushing it back towards him. "I'm okay, drink up, you need it." He assured her, and though she knew it wasn't, it felt like another jab at her weight. "Okay." She muttered softly, her eyes unable to hide her sadness, as she looked down at the canteen in her hand. "Hey are you okay?" Mills asked, instantly picking up on her sudden shift in mood. (Y/n) willed herself to perk up a bit, a false smile stretching across her face smoothly. "Yeah just tired is all." She lied through her teeth, and while Mills looked like he wanted to say something, he simply nodded his head, and turned his attention to rummaging through his pack.

(Y/n) took a few more generous sips of the water, and as she sealed the lid, Mills held his hand out to her. "You should eat something." He said as he opened his palm to her, inside his hand lay a chocolate bar, her personal favorite chocolate at that. A nagging voice in the back of her mind taunted her, echoing that he chose chocolate specifically because of her weight. "I'm not really all that hungry, just wanna rest is all." She lied again, ignoring the hungry twist in her gut. "We've been walking all day, you need to keep up your energy." Mills insisted, placing the chocolate into her and, and closing her fingers around it. "Sure." She muttered softly, wishing the ground would just open up beneath her, and swallow her whole. Mills smiled at her, pleased that he had been able to snag a few of her favorite chocolate bars, before they left the tattered ships kitchen behind. (Y/n) had peeled back the wrapper, and was taking tentative bites of her chocolate. Her eyes following Mills as he refilled the canteen with rain water, and then retrieved a snack for himself. A preserved granola, high in protein, low in fat... And sugar. She felt the urge to throw up, but swallowed the knot of bile building in her throat. Unable to take it anymore she shoved the rest of the chocolate bar into her pack, and lay back against the hard dirt covered ground. Her eyes swirled with insecurities and sadness, as she stared at the roof of the cave.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mills asked suddenly, observing her with concerned eyes. He'd never seen her act like this, and while it wasn't everyday they crash landed on an uncharted planet, he worried that there was something else bothering her. "I'm perfectly fine." (Y/n) insisted as she closed her eyes. "You know..." He started as he sat aside the rest of his food. "It's okay to be scared right now." (Y/n) took a deep breath through her nose, and crossed her ankles. "I'm pretty shaken up myself." He admitted in a soft reassuring voice, watching as she simply laced her fingers together on top of her soft belly. Mills swallowed thickly as he observed her, wandering if she felt as soft and cozy as she looked. "I'm just tired okay." She insisted with a bit of a bite at the end. "Okay." Was all Mills could bring himself to say, and for a moment his attention was drawn outside, as a crack of thunder rumbled menacingly in the darkness. When his eyes cast back to (Y/n) he noticed how she shivered slightly when a gust of wind blew through the cave. He smiled faintly at the sight of her, noticing how peaceful she appeared to be in this moment. Without thinking Mills crossed the distance to kneel at her feet. She didn't seem to notice his proximity, or she simply chose to ignore it all together. However when he gently grasped her ankles, and uncrossed her legs she reacted. "What are you doing?" Was all she said, her eyes still closed.

"You're cold." Mills stated as a matter of fact, before pushing her legs up until her knees bent. As he slotted himself between her legs, and pressed himself as close to her as he could, she opened her eyes. "That doesn't answer my question, what the hell are you doing?" She asked and though her tone sounded annoyed, her eyes betrayed her and bared her curiosity to him. "Keeping you warm." Mills stated casually as he hooked (Y/n)'s legs to rest comfortably around his waist. Afterwards he took ahold of her wrists, and pulled her arms up to lay beside her head, his hands engulfing her own, and keeping her locked in place. "A blanket would have sufficed." (Y/n) uttered as their noses brushed from their close proximity. "I was cold too, and we only have the one blanket. You know after you lost yours yesterday." He teased her with a grin on his face. "You're so annoying sometimes, you know that?" (Y/n) huffed as she tried wiggling free, only to freeze with a squeak, when she felt just how much of him was pressed against her. Mills hummed at the feeling and nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her natural musk after sweating most of the day. (Y/n) wanted to wiggle away, feeling insecure about how she smelled. "You're so soft." Mills muttered against her ear, his plush lips brushing against her skin. (Y/n) wasn't sure what to say, and despite herself, she felt herself relaxing beneath him.

"I've always wanted to be this close to you." He admitted in a soft whisper, his words making (Y/n)'s heart flutter. "Close? Mills you're more than just close. You're invading, suffocating, practically swallowing me." (Y/n) said as she made a mental note of how much his body was caging her entire body against the ground, how easily he covered her as if she was just a small thing. Mills pulled back a little, just enough to look at her face. "I can move." He said as he shifted to get off of her, however before he could move far, (Y/n) locked her legs around his hips, keeping him in place. "Don't you dare." She huffed at him in warning. With a smile he relaxed, and nuzzled his face into her neck again. "There is something you can do for me Commander." Mills shuttered at the use of his title. "Anything." He promised. "Let me feel all of you, crush me under your weight. Please." (Y/n) said in a breathless tone, finding herself desperate to feel him everywhere. Mills huffed against her neck finding desire flowing through his body, at the thought of truly laying on her. And without needing to be told twice he relaxed further, and little by little he dropped his full weight onto her. (Y/n)'s breathing became a bit shallow at the new weight on her ribs, but the moan that passed her lips was divine music to his ears. "Holy fuck that feels amazing." She breathed out, her fingers flexing and unflexing around his much larger ones.

"Keep making sounds like that, and we aren't going to get much rest." Mills murmured against her skin, moving so the bridge of his nose ran along the length of her jaw. "Fuck resting." (Y/n) huffed as she rocked her hips up, and moaning at the feeling of the curve of his cock nestled firmly against her. "You're going to be the death of me." Mills uttered as he pushed his groin against her, a groan bubbling in his throat when he felt just how much warmer she was there. (Y/n)'s breathing had become a bit more shallow, and sensing her body couldn't handle the extra weight, Mills pulled up just enough to ease the pressure off of her. (Y/n) grunted in annoyance however, and pushed her chest up to meet his. "Lay against me." She begged. "I don't want to hurt you." Mills argued before planting a feather light kiss against her forehead. "I don't care, I want you to crush me." She admitted before pushing forward to kiss him. Mills melted into the kiss, and slowly eased his weight onto her once more, greedily swallowing the moan that she gave to him. As the kiss deepened Mills began to slowly rock against (Y/n)'s clothed heat, offering them both some relief, and yet making them both crave more. "I want you to ride me." He admitted then they parted for air. "I thought I was too heavy." (Y/n) said, with a twinge of sadness in her voice. Understanding now the mistake he'd made earlier, Mills finally realized why she had been acting odd.

"Bullshit." He argued, and before she could say anything else. He hoisted them both up off of the ground, holding (Y/n) up by the fat of her thighs as if she weighed nothing at all. She had gasped in surprise and the sudden movement, and squeezed herself closer to him, afraid he would drop her. "You're so fucking perfect." Mills murmured as he rest his forehead against hers, allowing her body to lower just enough to keep his cock snug against her clothed sex. "Oh my god." (Y/n) panted almost breathlessly, as fear and desire coursed through her veins. Without thought she grinded down against him, her arms tightening around his shoulders, and her eyes squeezed shut. "So beautiful." Mills breathed out before kissing her once more, teeth and tongue clashing in a desperate symphony of love and desire. His large hands squeezed at her plush thighs, making him groan at how soft and squishy she felt. "I love you, fuck I love you." Mills declared against her lips, as he continued to grind against her. "Please let me show you how much I love you." He panted heavily, her moan going right to his core. "Please please please please." He rambled over and over, desperately wanting to make her feel good, and show her just how much he loves her. "Y-yes." (Y/n) nodded her head vigorously in agreement. "S-show me how m-much you love me Commander." She stammered over her words, her entire body buzzing with desire. "Thank you thank you thank you." Mills babbled as he began pulling at her clothes, desperate to see all of her body, and to finally get to worship every inch of her skin, and her very soul.

God I loved this movie... I mean sure it had some plot holes, but I could care less. The amount of grunting and heavy breathing we get to hear Adam make is divine... When I first watched this movie, I was wearing headphones, and oh my god he was killing me with those sounds. Anyhow I hope you enjoyed this one.

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Take What You Need

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Short story # 25

Gif NOT mine.

Summary - Porn with little plot... SoftDom!Hux

Rating - NSFW

Reading time (roughly) - 7 minutes

Year posted - 2025

(Y/n) had a grueling day, and Armitage was well aware of that fact, long before he joined her in their shared quarters. Her day started with being berated by another coworker, for being a bit late that morning... Which had admittedly been Armitages fault, a result of not wanting to leave the warmth of their shared bed. Not even an hour later a trooper had run into her in the hallway, spilling her caf all over her pristine uniform. The trooper hadn't even stopped to help her up, but regardless Hux had found out who the culprit was, and had him subsequently executed without a second thought. From there the day seemed to drag on forever, her uniform sticking to her skin, making her feel itchy and irritable. Had Hux been able to get away from his work sooner, he would have reunited with her as soon as she was finished with her work for the day. Instead by the time he was able to get away, when he entered their quarters, he found her fresh from a shower, bent over with a small towel wrapped around her body, as she searched for something comfortable to wear. Armitage smiled softly as he observed the curve of her ass, her sex bared to his greedy gaze as she remained bent forward.

"You just going to stand there all night?" (Y/n) asked as she straightened up, one of Armitages plain dress shirts in her hands. He should have known she knew he was watching her. He sometimes suspected she was force sensitive. "With such a wonderful view, I just might." He said with a hint of amusement, swallowing when (Y/n) casually let her towel fall to the floor, now facing him. "Is that so?" She asked with an arched brow, though her tone sounded bored, he knew she was simply tired. "Certainly." Hux confirmed with a smile, his heart rate picking up just a tad bit, as he watched her pull on his shirt. He had to admit, it looked much better on her. "That's sweet." She murmured before pulling on a pair of panties she had sitting on top of the dresser. Armitage crossed the room in long strides, his gloved hands finding their place on her hips. "I heard you had a rough day today." He stated as his thumbs rubbed soothing circles against her skin. "Why don't I make things a bit better darling?" He asked before kissing her temple, a smile tugging at his lips when she leaned into his hold. "Please Armitage." (Y/n) sighed with a soft whimper at the end, desperate to be rid of this awful day. "Okay darling." He kissed her with soft passion, slowly backing up towards their bed, guiding her to follow, as their lips moved in harmony. Dragging her down as he lay on the bed, Armitages fingers dug into her hips, his half hard cock twitching in his pants.

"You're so beautiful." He rasped against her lips as he sat up just far enough to shrug off his coat. And with (Y/n)'s help the article of clothing was tossed carelessly to the floor. Afterwards they adjusted higher up onto the bed, so Armitages back now rest against the cold metal headboard. And without needing to be told, (Y/n) began pulling apart her lovers belt, simply unbuckling it, she then set to work on his pants. Hux could tell she was eager for the distraction, and he was more than happy to provide her with that. A hiss seeped pasted his pink lips, as she eased his now fully erect cock from the confines of his uniform pants. "That's it darling, take what you need from me." Hux encouraged, as she stroked his length, her eyes locked onto the pink weeping head. After a few more lazy strokes, (Y/n) shifted so her heat now hovered where he needed her most. Hux unbuttoned her shirt, wanting to see more of her. While he rest there still in his uniform, his clothes only shifted just enough to free his cock, and nothing more. First she pulled her panties to the side, and then she notched the head of his cock into her weeping hole, a blissful sigh escaping her, making Hux feel incredibly proud of being able to bring her such pleasure, from such a small amount of contact. Without a word she rocked her hips down roughly, sinking herself onto his length to the hilt. A choked gasp ripped from Huxs lungs, at her sudden and rough motion.

"That's it darling- just make your- make yourself feel good on my cock, okay?"." He stammered through heavy breathing. As (Y/n) began bouncing on his cock at a steady rhythm. "Okay." (Y/n) muttered softly. "You just- use it- however the fuck you want." He encouraged her, his hands resting gently on her hips, though he allowed her to remain in control. "Oh god." She whined softly as she picked up her pace just a bit. "Yeah- you just- use it." He urged her on, his voice cracking from the pleasure. "And you make yourself-" He cut himself off when (Y/n) moaned out his name. "Yeah you take all the time you need." He panted breathlessly. "I'm just gonna lay here... And you just... You just enjoy it." Armitage muttered between (Y/n)'s increasing moans, his cock throbbing at the sounds she was making. "Yeah you just enjoy it darling." Hux muttered with a smile, groaning when (Y/n) pulled him into a kiss. When they broke apart for air, (Y/n) leaned close to his ear. "I just need private time with your cock." She whispered as she circled her hips. "Okay yeah take what you need darling." Hux muttered softly as his eyes cast down to watch his cock disappear into her heat, over and over again she thrust her hips down into his. A white ring had formed at the base of his cock, smearing messily onto his black pants. "It's so good." (Y/n) whined breathlessly, before she buried her face into Armitages neck. Hux remained quiet this time, knowing she wanted to only focus on his cock right now. "I'm close." She breathed out just below his ear, her words making his cock twitch. "Gonna cum." She huffed as she kept thrusting down onto his cock, her fingers rubbing quick circles into her clit.

"Cum for me darling." Hux encouraged her, his balls pulling up with the need for release. With a cry of his name, (Y/n) came undone, her back arching and her thighs quivering. Armitage took a firm hold of her hips and helped her ride out her release, the fluttering of her walls pulling him over the edge with her. "F-fuck." Hux hissed as he painted her walls white with his seed. With a last few lazy thrusts up into her, Armitage slumped back slack. While (Y/n) lay against his chest, panting heavily through her nose as she came down from her high. "Need another shower." She complained as she leaned up to kiss her lover. Who chuckled into the kiss, as he massaged her still twitching thighs. "You did so good darling." Armitage praised her when they parted for air. (Y/n) whimpered softly when Armitage eased her off of his now soft cock. "Let me take care of everything else." He hummed as he carefully carried her into the bathroom. (Y/n) hummed in a content way, relaxing into Huxs arms. Gently he sat her down on the counter of the bathroom sink. The cold marble felt heavenly on (Y/n)'s heated skin. She watched with a lovesick smile as Armitage fussed over getting the shower to the right temperature. "I'm afraid I might have ruined those pants." (Y/n) said with a giggle, when Hux had turned back to her. His flaccid cock still hung free from the confines of his pants, looking to where (Y/n)'s eyes had remained, he noticed just how messy she'd made his pants. Chuckling darkly Armitages chest swelled with pride. "I do believe you are correct." He stated without a care in the world. "Sorry about that." (Y/n) murmured when he moved to stand between her legs. "Don't be, I think it's really hot." Hux admitted with a grin, relishing in the giggle he drew from her.

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You Cannot Escape Me

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Short story # 24

Gif NOT mine.

Summary - You've been Kylo's prisoner for several months now, and you've tried time, and time again to escape him. This time you nearly made it, and Kylo has had enough of your behavior. So now he will take things a bit further, and prove that you can't possibly live without him.

Rating - NSFW - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! - THIS INCLUDES BODY MUTILATION AND DUBCON! IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT, THAN DO NOT READ!

Reading time (roughly) - 17 minutes

Year posted - 2025

Note(s) - This is definitely one of my darker stories, and I honestly plan on writing more stories similar to this in the future... But for now this is the only one that's so depraved.

(Y/n) huffed heavily through her nose, she wasn't sure where she was going, all she knew was this was likely her last chance to escape. (Y/n) was force sensitive, though she never honed her skills. Several months ago a ship had landed on her planet, in the flower field near her home. She'd recognized the symbol painted on the side of the ship, and despite the building dread in her belly, she simply observed those who exited the ship. She should have trusted her instincts to run as far away as she could as fast as she could. But she'd hesitated, and now she was paying the price. Skidding to a halt she found herself in a hanger, her freedom lay in one of those ships. The only problem? She had no idea how to fly one. But it was either try her luck with the ship, or continue to suffer under Kylo Rens suffocating hold. Suddenly she felt it, like fire licking at her back, he was closing in on her. Any moment now and he would spot her, and drag her back to his quarters, her prison. (Y/n) shook her head free of the thought, and sprinted to the nearest ship. She'd gained entry easy enough, as the ramp was open and waiting. Rushing to the cockpit she threw herself into the captains seat, and began haphazardly buckling herself in. Once she felt secure she began pressing buttons in an attempt to get the ship to start. The next button she hit, the engine roared to life, and now that damned pressure was back. She wasn't trained in the ways of the force, but Kylo had told her things about it. She knew that what she was feeling was exactly that, Kylo's presence enveloped her entire being, it was dark and full of rage, with just a taste of fear lingering at the end. (Y/n) took a firm hold of the controls, and tried her damnedest to pilot the ship to freedom. It raised an inch above the ground before the ramp was quite literally ripped open. She whimpered in fear, knowing only one person could have done such a thing. But still she tried to press on, still she tried to fly away, only to realize the ship was stuck in place, locked in place to be precise. A choked sob escaped her as she heard his boots on the metal ramp, taking long strides that echoed in (Y/n)'s mind. "Put the ship down." Kylo's voice rang from the modulator of his helmet, making him sounded darker, more demanding. Instead (Y/n) foolishly tried pushing forward on the controls, the whine of the chain keeping the ship anchored made her weep. Kylo placed a firm hand on her shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out. "You are not going anywhere (Y/n)." Kylo stated as a matter of fact, smirking under his mask as defeat washed over her, and oozed through the force. "Good girl." He praised despite his bubbling rage, when she let go of the controls. And with a wave of his hand, the ship was on the ground once more, and (Y/n) fell into unconsciousness. This was the last straw, the last time she would ever try to escape him. Kylo knew exactly what he needed to do, but a part of him wasn't sure he had the strength to do it. But he didn't have a choice, not anymore, (Y/n) had robbed him of that choice when she tried to flee once again.

⚠️It gets very dark from here!⚠️

Kylo carried (Y/n) back to his quarters. Once inside he laid her gently onto his large plush bed, and then he removed his helmet. His dark eyes took in her beauty, as she lay there compliant and peaceful. His gloved hand traveled down her left leg, and slowly up her right leg. It was a shame really, what he was about to do, could never be undone. And in a way he worried he might miss her like this, whole and full of life and vigor. But she needed to learn that her place was at Kylo's side, she needs him in more ways than she could ever understand. This was for her own good. Kylo told himself as he stood from the bed and retrieved and item he'd had hidden away in a closet. It was a box, a rather large rectangular box. It was all black aside from the front face, which was also the lid of the box, where a large sheet of glass allowed a view into the box. Deep crimson red satin lined the inside of the box, and a light within illuminated it. Currently the box lay empty, but that wouldn't last much longer. With a hiss the lid was pulled open, and Kylo sat it aside in waiting. Looming over (Y/n)'s sleeping form, Kylo braced himself for what he was about to do. Carefully he picked up her left leg, and braced her ankle on top of his shoulder. Gently, lovingly even, Kylo caressed her shin. Using his ability with the force he ensured that (Y/n) remained in a deep sleep, one that only he could wake her from, once he realised his hold on her mind. With a crackling buzz Kylo's lightsaber came to life in his free hand. Kylo turned his head and placed a delicate kiss against (Y/n)'s ankle. And with a swipe of his hand, her leg was severed from her body. His eyes clamped shut at the feeling of her leg going limp in his hold. Gasping for air he opened his eyes, and observed what he'd done. Four inches above her knee he'd made a clean swipe, the heat from the lightsaber had cauterised the wound, and not a single drop of blood was shed. Kylo wept softly as he still cradled her severed leg against his side. He could never undo this, and she may never forgive him for it. With the click of a button his lightsaber extinguished, and he allowed it to fall to the bed. Now holding her severed leg in both hands, Kylo delicately laid the limb into the awaiting box. Afterwards he stood over her once more, and took her right leg into his hand as he had done before. Again her braced her ankle against his shoulder, caressed her warm skin, kissed her ankle, and then severed it from her body. She lay motionless, in a soundless sleep. But Kylo wept audibly, tears escaping his dark eyes, as he gently lay her other leg beside the first. He knew in his heart that this was necessary, that he had to do this to protect her, to keep her at his side forever. With a hiss the lid sealed shut, where her legs would remain preserved forever within this trophy box. Taking the box in his hands, Kylo crossed the room, and placed it on display. So he and she could always be reminded of what he had to do. Once he was satisfied with where the box lay, Kylo began to remove the majority of his clothes. Leaving only his undershirt and pants intact. Now more comfortable he crossed the room once more, and crawled into his bed. Gently he pulled (Y/n) up into his hold, her back against his chest as he lean against the headboard. His legs framing where hers once were, while his right hand hiked up her nightgown. Baring her naked sex to his greedy dark eyes. His left hand tilted (Y/n)'s head to rest against his shoulder, and held her there by the side of her head. Now comfortable with her in his grasp, Kylo released his hold he had on her mind. Making note of how her breathing changed ever so slightly. His fingers trailed through the patch of hair that decorated the top of her mound. It was as soft as he remembered, and he found himself smiling faintly as his fingers slowly slid further down.

Groaning (Y/n) began to stir awake, but something felt off. Her insides twisted with pleasure, and she realized vaguely that someone was clearly fingering her, slowly and meticulously they thrust their fingers in and out of her dripping sex. (Y/n) whined softly at the pleasure, her eyes fluttering open. Above her she saw Kylo's face, his eyes already peering into hers, with a ghost of a smile on his face. "How are you feeling darling?" He asked in a husky voice, his fingers scissoring inside of her heat. "Funny." (Y/n) admitted to him, feeling as if something was wrong. Curiously she raised her head to try and understand why she felt off. It took a moment for her groggy mind to realize what she was looking at. A scream ripped from her lungs when she realized her legs had been cut clean off, and only half of her thighs remained. "Sh sh sh, its okay, I've got you." Kylo cooed into her ear, still thrusting his fingers in and out of her sex. "Wha-what have you done!?" (Y/n) shrieked as she tried pulling away from Kylo. Who in turn huffed at her, before pulling her back against his chest by her throat. "You tried to leave me again!" He hissed into her ear, his thumb pressing almost painfully into her clit. "You cannot escape me, we are destined to be together. Why can't you see that?" He said as he picked up his pace, and despite her fear and desire to get away, the pleasure he was giving her turned her mind to jelly. "You're mine, always." Kylo hissed as he sent her over the edge, still trusting into her as she pulsed around his fingers. (Y/n) whimpered at the sensation of being empty, when Kylo removed his fingers from her heat. Her head dizzy from the emotions roaring through her mind. All the while Kylo hoisted her into the air by her hips, and with the help of the force, he yanked his pants down his legs, carelessly kicking them the rest of the way off. Gently he placed (Y/n)'s ass onto his lower abdomen, and held her their with one hand. His other hand took ahold of his aching cock, and after a few lazy pumps, he lined himself up with her awaiting hole. "Please." She whined at the feeling of his cock head brushing against her heat. What she was begging for she wasn't entirely certain. But Kylo took it as an invitation to take whatever he wanted from her. So in one swift motion Kylo bottomed out within her heat, a cry of pain erupting from (Y/n), while Kylo groaned in pure pleasure. It had been weeks since he had been inside of her heat like this, and he had missed it. "Please." She begged again, this time in hopes that he would move, and give her some relief. With a grunt Kylo took ahold of her thighs in both hands, anchored his feet onto the bed, and began pistoning up onto her warmth. "F-fuck!" (Y/n) cried out, as her hands grasped onto his forearms for some stability. Kylo hissed in pleasure, while using the force to envelope (Y/n)'s mind. Which he flooded with thoughts of himself, and thoughts of what they could become together. (Y/n)'s head lulled back and her eyes glossed over from the sheer pleasure Kylo was giving her. Her mouth hung open as if she wanted to say something. But no words came out, only desperate moaned and broken cries of Kylo's name. He buried his nose into her hair and whispered sweet praises to her, and confessions of his love for her over and over again. Most of which she couldn't hardly understand in her state of delirium, as her second orgasm approached rapidly. The coil tightened in her belly, and suddenly she could understand Kylo. "Cum for me, my love." He uttered into her ear, sending her into a euphoria of pleasure as her release washed over her. She twitched and pulsed around Kylo's cock, whimpering when she felt him twitch then pulse with her, as he painted her insides with his seed. One two three more times he thrust hard into her, ensuring every last drop of his seed was fucked deep into her. Falling back against the mattress, Kylo held (Y/n) against his chest, breathing in her scent and committing this moment to memory.

With a small hiss Kylo pulled his spent cock from her warmth, and turned onto his side. Laying (Y/n) down onto her back, he hover over her, looking deep into her eyes. He could sense she was still angry, angry and scared. The anger he could deal with, but her fear? He could not stand her being afraid of him anymore. Wordlessly Kylo began kissing down her neck, across her collarbones, down her chest. Where he swiped his tongue teasingly across both of her sensitive nipples. Down he continued to kiss a trail, until he lay between what was left of her thighs. His large hands enveloped them easily, as he pried her thighs apart. His dark eyes zeroing in on her messy pussy, where he noticed some of his seed had begun to ooze out in white droplets. "What are you going to do?" (Y/n) asked with a hint of anxiety in her voice. Kylo locked eyes with her, as he leaned forward, his hot tongue caressing her sensitive hole. "Ah-" (Y/n) gasped in surprise, as her hands clutched helplessly at the black sheets beneath her. Closing his eyes Kylo began to lazily lap at her folds, burying his face so deep that his large nose rubbed up against her twitching clit with every little movement. Kylo hummed against her sex, savoring the taste of their essence mixed together. (Y/n) squeaked at the vibration it caused, and her hands firmly gripped Kylo's wrists. He stopped what he was doing and pulled away just enough to look up at her properly. (Y/n) whined at the lack of stimulation, despite how sensitive she was. "Don't hold back." Kylo told her as he laced her fingers into his dark hair, once more burying his face into her sex. This time when he lapped at her sex, (Y/n) mewled and tugged harshly at Kylo's hair. Which made him groan in satisfaction, his hips rutting against the mattress as he grew hard again. "Ky-Kylo please." (Y/n) whimpered as his tongue slithered deep into her aching hole. He moaned at the sound of her begging for him, his hips continually rutting against the mattress, as he fucked her with his tongue. Every time she tugged at his dark locks, he would moan against her, which cause her hips to buck with what little movement she could muster. Side to side he swiped his face against her, rubbing her juices all over his face, and stimulating her clit with his nose. "Again." (Y/n) begged beautifully, as her back arched off of the bed, already so close to another release. Without needed to be told again, Kylo did as she asked, groaning into her sex when he felt her gush into his mouth. (Y/n) cried in pleasure and pulled harshly at Kylo's hair, but it only seemed to spur him on further. Lapping greedily at her sex, he ensured he slurped up all that she had to offer. When he pulled away his face from his nose down glistened with her wetness. (Y/n) turned her head away, ashamed at how much she liked the way he looked. Hungry and lusting for her. Kylo moved up the bed a ways until (Y/n)'s ass was rest firmly against his thighs. She turned to him wide eyed, afraid he would sink into her once more, knowing she was now way too sensitive for that. "You're so beautiful." He muttered as he took ahold of his aching length. Lazily he stroked himself as he observed her, his tongue swiping out across his plush lips, tasting her once more with a soft groan. (Y/n) watched with curious eyes as he continued to fuck into his fist, slowly picking up his pace when he realized she was staring at his cock. A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, and it sent pleasant shivers all across (Y/n)'s burning skin. "You're so perfect like this. My beautiful little darling." He uttered between huffs of breath. He was close, she could tell. "I want to finish inside of you." Kylo confessed, and before (Y/n) could protest, he shoved himself deep into her heat. The sudden sensation made her cry out in pain all over again, whimpering while he lazily rocked his hips as he came inside of her once more. "It's to much, it hurts." (Y/n) uttered pathetically, tears pricking at her eyes.

"Sh it's okay." Kylo cooed at her as he scooped her up into his arms, the both of them groaning as he shifted to lay back down. Once more with (Y/n) on top of his chest, except this time they lay face to face. "You did so well my darling." Kylo praised as he kissed the crown of her head, his large hands rubbing soothingly along her back. "Everything's okay now my love. You have nothing else to ever worry about. I've got you, and I'll always keep you safe." Kylo murmured softly. "You have no idea how happy I am to have you here with me." He added with a soft chuckle. (Y/n) squirmed a little, hissing at the feeling of Kylo's now soft cock moving inside of her. "Rest my love." He hummed softly, as he massaged at the tense muscles in (Y/n)'s back. Weeping softly (Y/n) allowed herself to be lulled to sleep, she knew now that there was no escaping him. No matter where she would have gone, no matter what she would have done, he would have always ended up finding her. He proved that much time and time again. And now... Well now she has paid dearly for trying to leave him. With the loss of her legs, she knows now that there is little she can do without him. She would now need him until her last breath, he made sure of it. And while she hated herself for it, she couldn't help but find comfort in knowing that despite everything, Kylo still wanted her so badly. He was a monster, and he'd taken everything from her. But he was all she had left now, and she couldn't bring herself to fight him anymore. Kylo sensed this shift in the force, and smiled to himself, proud that she finally was giving into his love. "I love you." He whispered before kissing the crown of her head. (Y/n) couldn't utter those words, Kylo knew she couldn't, at least not yet. So he wasn't angry when she remained silent, her warm tears dripping slowly onto his skin.

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Loyal Protector

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Short story # 23

Gifs NOT mine.

Summary - After the whole world has died, you find yourself wandering the wastes with your loyal Captain at your side. And even in death Captain Steve Rogers swears to protect you at all costs.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

Sunlight glimmered off the iconic shield of Captain America, which hung from the dead man's arm like it was an extension of himself. Granted in many ways it was an extension of himself, in life and now even in death it would seem. (Y/n) looked at the reanimated corpse of her husband Captain Steve Rogers. Her heart ached painfully knowing she would never hear his voice again, be held in his strong sturdy arms, or share passionate kisses. Her Steve was gone, he died to buy her time to get away from the hord that had cornered them. Then three nights later she found herself face to face with his reanimated corpse. She'd held her pistol up with shaky hands, knowing she had to protect herself for his sake, or else his death would have been for nothing. Tears streamed down her face, unable to pull the trigger. A sob escaping her as he limped closer towards her, the hiss of his voice clutching at her broken heart, her lungs burning with every gasping breath she took.

Then he did something she never dreamed was possible. His hand pushed away her gun with purpose, placing himself before her, he rest his decaying forehead against her temple. They stayed that way for a short while, each of the growls and grunts escaping him made her jump. But she was to afraid to move away from him, afraid he would tear her apart the way the dead usually did with the living. They stood there like that for what felt like hours to (Y/n), but in reality it had only been a few minutes at best. The sound of shuffling footsteps made (Y/n) tense up, her spine going stiff and her heart hammering as adrenaline started pumping through her veins. The corpse of her late husband growled in dissatisfaction, and he whipped around faster than any reanimated corpse should, roaring in rage at the sight of another of the dead stumbling towards them. The Captain turned with a swiftness, throwing his shield at the intruding dead, the sheer force splitting the corpse in half at the waist. The shield ricochet off of a tree, and he caught it in a single smooth motion, as he did when he was alive. (Y/n) felt her bottom lip tremble, tears threatening to spill once more. He steps in front of her again, horse breath rattling in his failing repertory system. His head tilts a little to the left, and his free hand reaches out for her.

She flinches a little as his rotten fingers brushed her cheek, the touch gentle and uncertain. A sound bubbled from his torn throat, it sounded as if he were trying to speak, but it only managed to startle her. Again he shuffled closer, resting his forehead against her own, forcing her to look into his milky eyes. She wept at the sight of deep emotion swirling in his dead eyes. Her Captain, her Steve was still in there. "Steve." She whispered his name, her voice raw and broken. He made a sound like a purr, his eyes falling shut while he simply held her. She found herself leaning into his touch, finding comfort in knowing that his love for her eclipsed his now base desire to kill and feed. (Y/n) stumbled on a bit of rubble as they wondered the empty streets, and with reflexes no dead man should have, Steve caught her and stood her upright. "Thank you." She murmured softly, a faint smile ghosting her lips at the grunt of acknowledgement he gave in response. A noise from within a nearby building sprung the Captain into action, pulling (Y/n) to stand behind him, his shield held up in defense. A shot rang out from the building, and a bullet ricochet off of the iconic shield, making Steve roar with rage.

The last thing (Y/n) ever expected to see was her old friend Bucky to emerge from the building. His rifle held up and pointed at the Captain, who shifted to further guard (Y/n). "Bucky." She called out, peaking out from behind her deceased husband. The super soldier seemed to freeze at the sight of her, before his gaze hardened on his old pal. "(Y/n)? What are you?- Get away from him!" He tried to reason, his expression turning to near panic when (Y/n) moved to stand in front of Steve. "It's okay." She tried to tell her friend, who looked ready to bolt any second. "He... He won't hurt me." She explained, looking back at her husband who growled at Bucky, ready to defend (Y/n) at a moments notice. "Are you crazy? That's not Steve, not anymore!" Bucky hollered at her, wanting to protect his old pals wife. "He's still in there Buck, he protects me." (Y/n) told him, turning back to Steve, she touched his decaying face. Bucky wanted to shout to her, convenience her to run, but he was stunned into silence when Steve merely leaned into her touch, his glassy eyes closing and a rumble of a purr emanating from his rotten lungs.

"(Y/n) come with me, I have a small group of survivors, I'll keep you safe." Bucky said as he took a small step towards the two, Steve growled in warning, his attention snapping to Bucky, who froze in his tracks. "I don't think that would be safe." She said with a sad smile. "We should... We should let him rest." Bucky tried, flinching at the look of betrayal that flashed in (Y/n)'s eyes. "I can't do that Buck, he's my husband, and I still love him." She hissed at her friend, appalled that he would suggest that they kill Steve. "He's dead (Y/n)." Bucky reasoned. "Steve is still in there Bucky, why else would he keep protecting me?" She argued. "Please (Y/n) we have a compound, it's safe, secure. Let him rest." The soldier wouldn't give up so easily. "I won't leave him, I refuse to loose him." (Y/n) shot back, her agitation setting Steve on edge. The zombie growled deep and threateningly, a warning to Bucky to back off. "I'm staying out here, I don't care how dangerous it is, I won't leave Steve behind." She told her friend, her hand taking a delicate hold of Steve's arm, the one not holding his shield. "Fine... Bring him with you, but please come to the compound." Bucky said, taking a small step towards her. "I don't think that would be safe, not for the others." (Y/n) looked to her husband, knowing that if he thought anyone would be a threat to her, he'd kill them without a second thought.

"We'll make it safe, we'll set up a place away from the others for you. I can't in good faith just leave you out here." Bucky said again stepping closer, his anxiety easing a little, when Steve seemed to accept the distance closing between them. Steve's head turned to observe his wife, seemingly understanding what was going on. "If he remembers you, maybe he remembers me too." Bucky murmured quietly, holding out his metal hand to his old friend, who peered at him with milky eyes. When Bucky reached the pair, he touched the star on his dead friends uniform. A low rumble of noise rattled in the dead soldiers tattered throat, his grip on his shield tightening, though he didn't intend on striking. "If we can convince him, get him adjusted to being near the others, maybe we can make this work." Bucky said, as he let his hand fall away from the Captain. "I think it would be best if we stayed out here." (Y/n) murmured, not wanting anyone to attack Steve. "Fine... Then I'm staying out here with you, both of you." Bucky concluded, with a look of determination in his eyes. "Bucky you don't have to-" She tried telling him, but he cut her off. "Yes I do. If he could speak, Steve would agree with me." He said and (Y/n) glanced to her husband, who did seem to agree with what Bucky was saying. "Okay." She breathed out with a soft sigh.

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Storm & Blaze

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Short story # 22

Gifs NOT mine.

Summary - You were once friends with Reed, and when he calls asking for some assistance on a project, you're happy to offer him a helping hand. But the moment you enter the lab, Johnny finds himself completely smitten. And when he learns who and what you are, he truly believes you're the one for him.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 10 minutes

Johnny is OOC af but what do you expect?

"Wait so why can't you finish this project?" Johnny asked for the fifth time in the past hour. Ben groaned in annoyance. "I told you, an old friend of mine has the final piece to this project." Reed explained, growing impatient waiting for his old companion. "What do you mean they have the final piece?" Johnny pried, confused as to why someone Reed hadn't spoke to in years, would have something so important to him. "Look you're just going to have to-" But Reed was cut off when the lab doors swung open, a woman dressed in a black leather jacket, with a large chain wrapped diagonally across her torso, skin tight skinny jeans, and killer combat boots, strutted in as if she owned the place. "You're finally here." Reed breathed a sigh of relief, while the others were stunned into a silence. "Sorry about that, ran into some trouble on my way over." She said with a cunning grin, her voice making Johnny's heart jump in his chest. "Everything okay?" Reed asked as he met her halfway across the large lab. "Nothing I couldn't handle." She shrugged casually, her eyes practically glowing as she looked at the others.

"Oh right." Reed chuckled before turning to his friends, ushering (Y/n) over to them silently. "Guys this is my old friend (Y/n) Blaze." Reed introduced her to them, Susan approaching her first. "It's great to finally meet you, I'm Susan Storm." She smiled brightly at (Y/n), who shook her hand with a kind grin. "This is my brother-" She turned to introduce her brother, only for him to practically shove his way passed her. "Johnny Storm." He stuck his hand out with a charming smile, his skin feeling hot when she shook his hand. "Ben Grimm." The largest of the group introduced, offering his hand for a moment, then pulling away thinking better on it. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you all." (Y/n) hummed with an amused grin, her attention turning to Reed when he grasped her elbow. "I'm really glad you came." He said, silently leading her to the equipment he was working on. "Let's get to it." (Y/n) mused, sensing his eagerness to get on with it. "It's right over here. I probably should have waiting before installing it, but the rod is just through here." Reed pointed to the small gap in the side of the machine. (Y/n) peered inside, her eyes landing on a rod that glew a dull shade of purple. "What do you need me to do?" She asked as she observed the rest of the mechanism.

"Essentially I need you to give it a jump start... You know... With your ability." He murmured the last part, feeling a little guilty for dragging her all the way out here for something that seemed a little trivial. "What's it for?" She asked as she faced her old friend, ignoring the eyes that practically burned into the side of her head. "It's a machine that will contain Johnny's powers, in case he looses control, or just needs to let off some steam." Reed winced at the pun, clearing his throat. "What's his power exactly?" (Y/n) asked curiously, and before Reed had a chance to explain, Johnny appeared at her side. "I can control fire." He said with a charming smile, allowing his hand and forearm to burst into flames. "That's ironic." (Y/n) chuckled as she smiled at Reed, who found her words equally amusing. Though Johnny, Susan, and Ben were a bit confused. "Alright back up, don't know how this will go." (Y/n) said as she turned her attention back to the machine. Reed and Johnny took her advice, and stepped several feet away. "You ever tell them about me?" She asked as she glanced back at her old friend, who looked a bit bashful. "No I didn't." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little bad, despite the fact that they hadn't been close in years. "Okay. Well no matter what happens, don't touch me." (Y/n) said as she looked to the others, who seemed confused though they still nodded their heads in agreement.

Content with that, (Y/n) turned back to the machine, reaching her arm deep into the gap, until her fingers wrapped around the rod. Susan wanted to protest, knowing it wasn't safe for anyone to touch the rod with their bare hands, but Reed stopped her, placing a comforting hand onto her shoulder. (Y/n) shuddered at the electrifying sensation that burned up her arm. "Fuck." She breathed out softly, tapping just barely into her power. Her eyes glew brightly as the rod began blazing with life, a horrifying screeching sound echoed throughout the lab. Everyone but (Y/n) clutched their ears, hissing in pain. (Y/n) grunted a gutteral primal sound, her skin burning and turning a bright shade of red. "Let go!" Reed hollered, knowing it had done the trick, and if she kept at it, she might actually bring the machine to life. (Y/n) hissed as she released the now bright glowing rod, pulling her arm out to inspect the damage. Susan gasped at the sight of (Y/n)'s fingers, which had turned a deep shade of black. The woman seemed unconcerned about the development however, wiggling her fingers to make sure they still worked before letting her arm fall back to her side.

"You did it!" Reed gushed as he rushed around the machine to run a few tests. "Glad to help." (Y/n) hummed, her skin slowly cooling, and fading back to its natural tone. "What the fuck?" Johnny breathed out in utter surprise, having been watching her closer than anyone else. (Y/n) glanced his way, and shot him a casual wink. "How did you do that?" Susan asked in astonishment, approaching the machine she had thought would be a lost cause. "He really didn't tell you guys anything about me huh." (Y/n) said with a chuckle, shaking her head a little with a grin. "He never even told us your name." Ben stated gruffly. "Sounds about right." (Y/n) said with an amused roll of her eyes. "Are any of you familiar with the name Johnny Blaze?" She asked as she moved to lean against a large metal table. "Wasn't he that stunt motorcyclist?" Ben asked, to which (Y/n) nodded in agreement. "And my father." She added, the news making Johnny wince inwardly, knowing he shared the same first name as her father. "Didn't he like go awol and disappear years ago?" Ben asked, and (Y/n) clicked her tongue. "Something like that I suppose. Anyways the point is he made a mistake when he was younger, a futile attempt to save his dad. He sold his soul to a demon by the name of Mephisto." She could see the skeptical looks in each of their eyes, something she was used to.

"Anyways it changed him, he was unknowingly bonded with another demon by the name of Zarathos. It's where his power comes from." She thought for a moment before correcting herself. "Came from." She shrugged casually, and while they seemed to find her story odd, they listened intently. "And well when I was a teenager I made the exact same mistake as my father. In exchange for annulling my father's contract, I would take his place, and take up the mantle of Ghost Rider." She licked her lips, pushing off of the table. "I sold my soul, and became a spirit of vengeance." She said as she held her hands out at her sides. Reed had come back around the machine just in time to see her burst into flames, her skin muscle and tissue melting away in an instant, leaving her a skeleton, her clothes unaffected by the flames. The laugh that rumbled in her hollow chest, sounded like the devil himself. Susan had jumped back in surprise, Ben watched with curiosity, And it took everything in Johnny not to tackle her in a hug. Feeling as if he'd found the other half of his soul, his eyes sparkled with astonishment, hypnotized by the flames that lapped at where her skin had been.

Without really thinking Johnny strode towards her, feeling the intense heat of her flames with every step. "Flame on." He muttered as he neared her, ruining his clothes that burned away the instant his body engulfed in flames. (Y/n) observed him with a small tilt of her head, her bony hand reaching out to touch his chest. Another laugh rumbled from her, sounding sinister and dangerous. "(Y/n)." Reed called out to her, afraid she might try using her Penance Stare on Johnny. She looked at Reed for a moment, then back to Johnny, who couldn't tare his eyes away from her. "Johnny what are you doing?" Susan hissed at her brother, who ignored her, as he placed his hands onto (Y/n)'s waist, surprised to find that she didn't feel like a skeleton, but a whole person. (Y/n) in turn wrapped her arms around his neck, anticipating what he might do next. "Don't so anything stupid!" Susan hissed at her brother. Who tightened his grip, and pulled (Y/n) flush against his chest, her clothes still unaffected by the added heat, he suddenly flew them out of the tower. The demonic sound of her laughter made something buzz in Johnny's chest, as he flew them far from New York, and high into the great rocky mountains.

When he landed, they simultaneously extinguished their flames. Leaving Johnny standing there as naked as the day he was born, and (Y/n) looking human once more. "Couldn't keep your hands to yourself huh?" She asked with a teasing grin, still standing chest to chest with him. "Not really." He admitted with a smirk, observing the fine details of her face. "I feel like I'm being pulled towards you, like I'm meant to hold you in my arms." Johnny admitted, more sincere about his admission, than anything else in his life. "I just told you I sold my soul to a demon, and that I am bonded with another demon. And you're infatuated." (Y/n) chuckled with a grin, humming in her throat when Johnny nodded his head in agreement. "You might just be the strangest man I've ever met." She added in a playful tone. "But you like strange don't you?" Johnny asked, slowly inching his face closer to (Y/n)'s. "What makes you so sure?" She taunted, despite finding herself leaning in as well. "We were made for eachother." Johnny stated confidently, finally closing the gap between them. Fire ignited at their feet, and made its way further up their legs, stopping just at their chests as they deepened the kiss.

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Polar Opposites

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Short story # 21

Gif NOT mine.

Summary - You and Bruce have absolutely nothing in common, and yet he can't seem to get enough of your attention. He is completely desperate to make you his, and prove to you that he's more than the tabloids make him out to be.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW (There is cussing & talk of violence.)

Reading time (roughly) - 25 minutes

Reader is fairly covered in tattoos, and is more on the metal head/tomboy style. Enjoy.

(Y/n) has known Bruce for a year now, having met him by chance while at a gala. She was a waitress, serving glasses of champagne to the stuck up society of Gotham. She smiled charmingly to each and every last one of them, despite wanting to tell them to fuck off every time one would catch sight of her tattoos, scowling at her in disgust as if she were the scum of the earth. That is until she crossed paths with Bruce. She'd offered him a drink with a smile, a well practiced role to play while working jobs like this. He'd accepted a glass, and when she turned to move on to the next guest, he caught sight of the tattoos decorating her hands. She was technically supposed to wear these delicate white gloves, to look more appropriate, and to hide her ink. But she had a habit of loosing her grip on her drinks tray while wearing them. So against her bosses wishes, she went without them. Before she got even a step away, Bruce had taken ahold of her elbow, of the arm not carrying a tray full of expensive champagne, and tugged her back to his side.

"Can I help you?" She asked with a bit of a bite in her tone, despite the smile gracing her lips, her eyes betrayed her true feelings. Without a word Bruce pulled her hand up into his line of sight, closely observing the fine details of her tattoos. (Y/n) tried tugging her hand free, but he kept ahold of her arm, ignoring the curious looks of other party goers. "Back off man." (Y/n) hissed, dropping the tray of champagne, she yanked back with full force, effectively tearing herself free. People gawked and gasped in surprise at the sudden noise of the various glasses breaking. While (Y/n) glared daggers at Bruce, who still hadn't uttered a single word, her boss rushed over to see what had happened. His eyes widened considerably when he saw (Y/n) glowering at the Bruce Wayne. The man quickly made up his mind, and stormed to (Y/n)'s side. Without asking what had happened, or even considering the needs and feelings of his employee, he tightly gripped her bicep. "You're fired." He hissed in an hushed tone, not wanting to draw any more attention to the situation. Her attention snapped to him in an instant, her anger now palpable to anyone with eyes. "That's fine." She hissed pulling back her arm.

Unlike her now former employer, (Y/n) was content with making a scene. Without a second thought she ripped open her white button up top, the buttons flying in every direction, she aggressively yanked the material from her arms, and threw it onto the wet floor. The black tank top she wore underneath clung to her like a second skin. Bruce wanted to intervene, but the sight of tattoo sleeves she sported made his voice catch in his throat and die. She was unlike any woman he'd seen before, clearly covered in a vast array of ink, with a confidence that rivaled his own. Her former employer scoffed at her defiance. "You'll never get another job in this town." He threatened her. "We'll see about that." She shot back before turning her back to them, intent on leaving, and giving Bruce a glimpse at the tattoo that covered her back and shoulders. "I'll make sure of it!" The man shouted, clearly enraged by her attitude. "Get fucked!" (Y/n) shouted over her shoulder, practically shoving her way passed the Gotham elites. It wasn't until she was out of sight, and the man began apologizing to Bruce that he snapped out of his daze.

Without a second thought Bruce dropped the glass of champagne he held, and rushed to follow after the woman who'd stunned him into a stupor. By the time he rushed out into the chilly night of Gotham City, she was long gone, like a mystery of the night she'd vanished without a trace. Bruce's heart raced in his chest, looking up and down the empty street, he ran in the direction he hoped she'd gone. But she was long gone, and Bruce hadn't felt this lost in a long time. He'd called Alfred and had him look into the catering company for the gala, and asked him to find out who all of the employees were. By the time he arrived at the mansion, his loyal friend had all the information he'd asked for. A list of each employees name, paired with pictures, printed off and waiting on his desk. Bruce sifted through the papers for several minutes before finding (Y/n). He said her name in a soft whisper, repeating it a few times to really get a feel for it. With her paper in hand, and without saying a word to Alfred, he went down to the batcave. Punching her full legal name into his computer, he scoured for any information.

She had no criminal record, which he was a bit relieved by, but he did find her various social media accounts. Practically stalking them he learned all that he could in one night. She was new to Gotham, and she seemed to be struggling with adjusting to her new life there. From what he gathered, she'd been apartment and job hopping, seeming to get herself into one pinch after another. For several weeks he stalked her accounts, and tried pinpointing where she'd be working or living next, anywhere he could bump into her at, that wouldn't make it obvious he was desperately trying to find her. And ironically enough it had been purely accidental when he ran into her again. He was making his way up the stairs leading to the Gotham library, intent on picking up a few books to take his mind off of (Y/n) for a while. When the noise of a rumbling trash truck caught his attention, he wasn't sure why, he'd heard them plenty of times and never paid them any mind before. And then his eyes landed on (Y/n) as she heaved a couple trash bags into the back of the truck. His heart froze up for a moment, then he was jogging across the busy street to speak with her.

Cars honked at him, and he waved apologetically, the commotion catching the elusive woman's attention. When her eyes locked onto his familiar face she scowled, he tried to smile at her, but she didn't seem interested. "What the fuck do you want?" She grunted with annoyance. "Look I'm sorry about what happened at the gala that night." He said. Wincing a little when she rolled her eyes before turning back to her job. "Really I-" She cut him off when she swung another trash bag into the back of the truck, the sticky black bag just barely missing him. "How about you do me a favor." She huffed before tossing the last bag in. "Anything." Bruce said, totally ready to offer her anything she asked for. "Hop in the back of the truck where you belong." She said with a sweet smile, before pulling the lever that crushed and packed the trash into the back. Bruce rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle, finding himself at a loss for words again. "How... How about a job?" He tried hollering over the noise of the truck, sighing under his breath when (Y/n) looked at him confused, clearly unable to hear him over the noise.

"I said HOW ABOUT A JOB?!" He hollered louder, feeling a tad bit embarrassed when she cut off the noise halfway through his sentence. "I've got a job thank you." She mused as she stepped up onto the back of the truck, ready to signal for the driver to take off. "I could offer you something better." He tried, but she only laughed. "I ain't no pencil pusher Mr. Wayne." She shot back, and before she could signal the driver, Bruce grabbed her arm, not carrying in the slightest about the sticky feeling of her work shirt. "Please let me help." He begged with a soft look in his eyes, but the confusion in (Y/n)'s eyes turned to anger. "I don't need your fuckin' charity." She hissed before flagging the driver down, having yanked her arm away. The truck jerked then pulled away, and in his desperation Bruce chased after her. Only to loose sight of them after they'd gotten far enough away and they turned down another road. Leaving him there panting for air, his chest feeling tight for having been so close, and letting her slip between his fingers again.

He would go on for several more days trying to track her down, only to be surprised when she showed up on his doorstep one evening. She looked worse for ware, her lip busted and swollen, a nasty bruise blooming on her jaw, and her knuckles busted and swollen. "What happened?" He asked as he rushed her inside, having answered the door while Alfred was busy with dinner. "What's it look like." She huffed, leaning into his hold with a hiss, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Got jumped." She added, walking on wobbly knees. "What, why?" He asked as he sat her down at the dining room table, kneeling at her feet to asses the damage. "Didn't think to ask 'em." She chuckled bitterly, groaning in pain she clutched her ribs. "You need to go to the hospital." Bruce said as he stood up, intent on calling for an ambulance. But he froze in his tracks when (Y/n) quickly took ahold of his arm. "No fucking way." She hissed, slouching back into the seat when he turned back to her. "Why not?" Bruce asked as he knelt to be level with her.

"Can't afford it for one." She chuckled softly, grunting again with her hand against her ribs. "I'll pay-" He tried but she cut him off with a glare. "You should see a doctor." Bruce tried to reason with her, frowning when she laughed a hardy type of laugh. "If you think I look bad, you should've seen the other guys." She said with a grin, and he couldn't help but believe her. "I think you have a broken rib." Bruce pointed to where (Y/n) clutched her side. "Oh yeah it's definitely broken." She said it so casually Bruce was at a loss for words. "You got a first aid kit layin' around in this estate of yours?" She asked him in the softest tone he'd heard from her so far. "Yeah of course, stay here I'll be right back." He said before rushing off. Another door opened into the room, an aroma of food wafting into the room, making (Y/n)'s stomach turn with hunger cramps. "Oh hello." A gentle voice entered the room, and when (Y/n) turned her head to greet the individual, the man gasped in shock at the sight of her. "Oh you poor woman." He said as he rushed to her side, leaving the trolley of food behind. "I'm alright darlin'." She drawled with a small grin, trying to reassure the older man.

Bruce came rushing back into the room, a first aid kit in hand. "Master Bruce shall I call for an ambulance?" The Butler asked as he turned his attention to his employer. "No Alfred that won't be necessary, set the table for two, and have a guest room ready." Bruce said before ushering (Y/n) to her feet. "Very well master Bruce." The Butler bowed his head slightly and set to work. "I've got a small room set up as an infirmary, it'll be easier to patch you up there." Bruce said as he led her down a hall. "Of course you do." She rolled her eyes, despite the amused grin on her lips. "Why didn't you just take me there in the first place?" She asked as they neared the end of the hall. "I honestly forgot all about it." He admitted with a chuckle, flushing in embarrassment when she shook her head in disbelief. "You're an idiot." (Y/n) muttered as they entered the "small" room. "Only when I'm around pretty girls." He said with a grin as he helped her sit down onto an examination chair. "That's nice dear." She retorted sarcastically with an equally sarcastic smile, making Bruce chuckle softly.

Methodically the billionaire cleaned up the scrapes and cuts. Having to dig out small chunks of asphalt from her banged up knees. She hardly reacted to any of it, simply watching him with curiosity. "I never would have guessed you could do something like this, let alone be willing to actually do it yourself." She stated as he pulled the last of the asphalt from her knee. He peered up at her, with an unreadable expression. "There is a lot people don't know about me." He stated before cleaning the cuts on her knees with warm water and a washcloth. "I guess so." She mused, glancing up when the Butler entered the room. "I took the liberty to bring some Tylenol extra strength, and a glass of water." The older man said as he placed a tray with the items onto a nearby table. "Thanks Alfred." Bruce said not looking away from his task at hand. Without a word the Butler left the room, closing the door behind him. "Can I ask you something?" Bruce asked as he moved onto her opposite knee. "You just did." (Y/n) said with a grin, chuckling when he gave her a pointed look. "Ask away." She hummed with amusement.

"Why did you come here?" He asked her, focusing his attention on cleaning her knee. She was quiet for a short while, and when she didn't answer his question, he looked up to find her with a lost look in her eyes. "I didn't..." She bit her raw lip, ignoring the sting she felt when she bit onto the cut. "Hey look at me." Bruce pulled her attention back to himself, effectively getting her to stop biting her lip. "What's wrong?" He asked in a gentle tone. "I didn't know where else to go." She admitted in a near whisper. "I don't... I don't have any friends in this fuckin' town... Everyone I've met hates me for one reason or another... Except for you... I think." She muttered the last part anxiously. "I don't hate you." Bruce assured her with a smile. "I was kind of an asshole before, so I wouldn't blame you for hating me." She admitted, making Bruce chuckle. "I kind of deserved it." He argued with a smile, making (Y/n) smile right back, then her smile washed away, and she looked lost again. "Those guys... They weren't just trying to jump me... They were trying to kill me." She said as she picked at a torn part of her pants. Bruce gripped her calf a little tighter, but she hardly noticed. "I've done things I'm not proud of, and I can look after myself okay..." She exhaled heavily through her nose.

"But I'm fucking scared, and I can't go home because they know where I live." She continued, jumping slightly when Bruce suddenly cupped her bruised cheek. "You don't have to worry about that right now okay, you're safe here. I promise." He was sincere in his words, his thumb lightly brushing her cheek. "Thank you." She whispered softly, a stray tear falling from her cheek. It was the first time she'd cried in years. After Bruce had finished patching her up, he passed her the pain killers and water. His eyes idly scanning over the tattoos decorating her arms, only just realizing her legs appeared to be just as covered as her arms, tattoos peaking through the various tears in her jeans. "Why do you have so many tattoos?" He asked suddenly, as (Y/n) sat down the now empty glass. "Why does it matter?" She shot back with a bit of bite, having grown sick of people judging her for her choice to get tattoos. "It doesn't, I'm just curious." Bruce explained. (Y/n) eyed him for a moment or two, before responding. "I never felt all that comfortable in my skin, but with these." She held her arms out to him, showing off the intricate work. "I feel more at ease, with it all... I feel more like me." She explained and Bruce found himself understanding her reasoning entirely.

That night was a year ago on this very day, and Bruce couldn't have been more pleased with the outcome of their chance meeting. (Y/n) opened up more to Bruce during her stay at the mansion, telling him all about her past, and her passions. And while they had nothing in common, he felt that he connected better with her than he had anyone else in his life, especially the women. When (Y/n) was all healed up, Bruce had offered to teach her some hand to hand combat techniques, claiming she could benefit from knowing self defense. She had agreed with a grin, and by the end of it, she'd thoroughly kicked the billionaires ass in every sparring match. Even when he tried adding in some mixed martial arts, she excelled past his skill set as if she'd been doing this her whole life. If Bruce wasn't smitten before, he definitely was after that day. After a few months of getting to know eachother, Bruce made the bold choice to invite (Y/n) to move into the mansion. He half expected her to decline and say something snarky or sassy about it. But she surprised him yet again, and accepted his offer with a soft smile.

To say he was overjoyed would be an understatement of the highest degree. And after a few weeks of adjusting to her new life at the mansion, (Y/n) made it known how she had come to feel about the billionaire, and they began officially dating. In his excitement to show her off, Bruce asked her to attend a gala with him. And she swiftly declined, telling him she'd never attend one of those shitty parties again. But today he was adamant about convincing her to join him to a big Gotham ball being thrown for charity. "Please darling, these things are always so boring without you." He asked as he sat beside her in one of the many sitting rooms of the mansion, she sat reading a book, only glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "I've got a beautiful dress for you." He said, as he traced a line up the ink marking her thigh. "I don't really do dresses." She pointed out with a grin. And it was true, she mostly wore band shirts, jeans or shorts, with either combat boots, or converse. Something Bruce considered a breath of fresh air, compared to stiff models in tight dresses and high heels. "I think you'll like this one." He said with a grin, having had this dress made just for her weeks ago. "Please my love, go with me." He begged as he slid closer to her on the couch. The contrast in their outfits almost comical.

"And what do I get in return?" She asked with a grin. "Anything you want." Bruce promised, prepared to give her the world on a silver platter. "I want a ride on the batbike." She stated, having been privy to his secret identity since she moved in. "It doesn't exactly seat two." Bruce pointed out, a fact she already knew. "Hm what a shame." She mused before turning her attention back to her book, Bruce sighed in defeat, resting his forehead against her shoulder. He then muttered something, but (Y/n) hadn't caught it. "What'd you say?" She asked him. And he lifted his head, resting his jaw into her shoulder. "I'll let you drive the batmobile." He said in a whisper, grinning when her head whipped over to look into his eyes. "Liar." She accused as she squinted at him. "When have I ever lied to you?" He asked with a knowing smile. "Fine you've got a deal, Batman." She said with a cheeky grin, chuckling when he leaned forward to nip her jaw.

"Come on darling, you need to get ready." He encouraged pecking her cheek afterwards. (Y/n) sighed softly as she sat her book aside, taking Bruce's hand when he offered it to her, assisting her to her feet. He led her to their shared bedroom, and into the expansive walk in closet. Where a long silk black dress hung on display, another attempt to convince her no doubt. (Y/n) observed the gown with curiosity, an amused grin tugging at her lips. The bust was cut low, the back completely exposed, with fine chains keeping the back together. When she touched the dress she realized the skirt was slit on both sides, which would allow both her her legs to be exposed high on her thighs. "Bruce Wayne, are you trying to slut me out?" She asked when she turned to her boyfriend, a brow arched in question. Bruce's cheeks tinted pink, and he seemed a little embarrassed. "I just wanted to show off how incredible you look." He stated, knowing full well the dress would expose a vast majority of her tattoos. "Uh huh sure." She said with a grin, moving to shoo Bruce out of the closet. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked." He pointed out with a chuckle, (Y/n) scoffed despite her amusement.

"Yeah well I don't want you to see my struggle as I try getting this contraption on." She said as she pointed back to the dress. "I could help you know." Bruce offered. "Nope. Last time I let you assist me with getting dressed, you couldn't keep your dick in your pants." She sassed with a small laugh, and while she was right Bruce had intended on protesting to the statement, but stopped short when he remembered the heels she was going to need for the evening. "Oh I nearly forgot, you're going to be wearing these heels." Bruce said as he picked up a black pair of heels, which had small chain accents to match her dress. (Y/n) eyed the heels then Bruce skeptically. "I don't do heels babe." She pointed out. "Well you can't wear your combat boots." He argued with a small grin. "I don't see why not." (Y/n) giggled, but took the heels anyways. "Okay now out." She shooed him away, smiling when he held his hands up in surrender. "Okay okay I'm going." He said as he backed out of the room. After he closed the door behind him, (Y/n) turned her attention to the dress. Despite herself she found the gown beautiful, and she felt a little excited about going to the ball.

Once she was finally dressed, high heels and all, she exited the closest to find Bruce waiting patiently for her. His eyes widened momentarily, and his breath hitched. He stood up and approached her with slow steps, as if he were in a trance. "You... You look incredible darling." He finally breathed out, taking her hand in his, he had her turn slowly, showing everything off. "I might not be able to resist you." He said with a sly grin. "You better mister if I'm going to this thing, I'm gonna make it worth of it." She sassed before walking to the vanity. "I have something else for you." Bruce said as he walked across the room, coming to her side with a large box which clearly contained jewelry of some kind. "I don't like diamonds you know." She eyed him wearily. "I know you don't, but I do know you love amethyst." He opened the box, revealing a glamorous necklace. "Allow me." He said as he pulled the necklace from the box, placing the cold item around her neck. (Y/n) sighed almost dreamily at the feeling of its weight, it sat high on her collarbones, with a large center piece which lay against her sternum. She did find the necklace stunning, but she felt odd wearing it.

"It's not really my style, but it is very pretty." She admitted to him, looking at him through the mirror as he placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "I know it isn't your style." Bruce said before tracing her jaw with his thumb. "But I hope you'll indulge me tonight, and continue to wear it when we "retire" for the evening." He said with a suggestive smirk, his words making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "If you ask nicely enough, I'll wear nothing but this necklace anytime you like." She said with a cheeky grin, leaning into her boyfriends touch. "You're really making this hard." He said as he closed his eyes, trying to keep his composer. "What am I making hard?" She asked with a small laugh. "You're making it hard not to ravage you and ditch this ball." He said as he opened his eyes, unsurprised to find her smirking at him. "Yes well I plan on making good on my part of the deal, I'm driving the batmobile if it's the last damn thing I do." (Y/n) said with determination, making Bruce smile at her. "Well then let's get this over with, so we can leave early, and I can have my way with you when we get back." He hummed as he took her hand in his, hooking their arms together once she was standing. "You're insatiable." She mused before pecking his cheek. "I'll never get enough of you darling." Bruce said before pulling her in for a proper kiss.

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Lost & Found

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Short story # 20

Gif NOT mine.

Summary - Reunited with the loves of their lives once more, (Y/n) and Frank both feel as if they are made whole once more. And now finally alone they can embrace the way lonely lovers ought to.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - NSFW

Reading time (roughly) - 11 minutes

This one originally got posted by mistake because my queue is an asshole and doesn't want to work right. It was supposed to post the second one... I had this one scheduled for December so it wouldn't post this one, and it posted it anyways! 😤

"I can't believe you came." (Y/n) breathed into Frank's neck, the pair of them having moved from the broken table, to cuddle on the couch instead. "Of course I came, why wouldn't I come to you." He murmured softly, his arm tightening around her waist. "I mean... This isn't your universe." She pointed out, leaning up to look at him. "And I'm not technically the (Y/n) you knew." She added, her fingers idly tracing patterns against his sternum. "Maybe not, but your still the love of my life. I'll love you in every life, and in every universe." He promised before tugging her down for a kiss. "I'm happy to take things slow if you want." He added after they parted. "Take you out on a few dates, get to know you in this life." He smiled warmly at her, adoring the raw emotion that swirled in the pools of her eyes. "I'd like that... But I don't think I can be patient enough." (Y/n) hummed with a grin, her fingers slowly tracing down his chest and abdomen. "Well we could always save the dates for another day sweetheart." Frank said with a faint smirk, swallowing thickly when (Y/n)'s fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants. "Yeah I think I like that idea more." She hummed as her fingers ran along the edge of his waistband, a smile stretched across her face at the sight of his pupils widening with desire.

"I think I do to." Frank whispered softly, his hand idly traced up and down her side. "We should move to the bedroom, this couch isn't exactly sturdy." (Y/n) said with a soft laugh, afterwards sitting up and straddling his hips in order to climb off the couch. But before she could move to stand up, Frank took a hold of her hips, keeping her right where he wanted her. "I don't know breaking the couch might be kinda fun." Frank said with a small laugh, pulling her down to grind her against his bulge. (Y/n) giggled as she willingly grinded down against him. "While that does sound fun, I ain't payin for a new couch baby." She leaned down, pecking his lips softly. "Come on handsome." She encouraged as she pulled out of his hold, standing up she turned a wiggled her hips to taunt him. Without missing a beat Frank jumped up from the couch, and swept (Y/n) up into his arms, smiling at the excited squeal that escaped his lover. "God I've missed you." He breathed out before kissing her. "After you left the Void, it felt like a part of me died." He rest his forehead against hers as he walked her to the bedroom.

"You looked so beautiful fighting to get to Nova, fighting to help your friend." He smiled warmly at her. "And seeing you dressed up in all that body armor, you've never looked more sexy." Frank said before shooting her a wink. "I was thinking the same thing handsome." (Y/n) grinned at him, a giggle bubbling up from her throat, when Frank practically kicked open her bedroom door. "You never saw me in uniform in this universe?" He asked as he kicked the door shut behind them. "I was the soldier sweetheart, you were the stay at home dad." (Y/n) hummed with a dreamy smile, thinking back on better days. "You were the stay at home mom, you always hated when I had to leave for work." He chuckled softly, gently setting her down on the plush bed. "You always tried convincing me to retire early." (Y/n) said with amusement in her voice. "Now we have all the time in the world to make up for the time we've lost." Frank said as he joined her on the bed, hovering over her he braced himself on his arms. "I don't think it'll ever be enough." (Y/n) hummed softly before pulling him down for a kiss. When their lips met, it was like the first time all over again. They felt sparks and a passion they had both forgotten long ago. Frank's tongue swiped across (Y/n)'s bottom lip, and she granted him access without hesitation. A moan rose from her throat as her lips parted, a warmth blooming within her chest, at the feeling of Frank's tongue caressing her own.

(Y/n)'s hands traced down his back, then dipped under his shirt, tugging at it to get him to remove it. Frank pulled away from the kiss, stripping off his shirt he tossed it aside carelessly. Sitting up (Y/n) followed his lead, slipping off her shirt, and bra with a calmness that made his heart swell. Quietly they each removed every last piece of clothing, smiling at eachother and stealing the occasional kiss. Once completely stripped down (Y/n) lay back on her bed, observing Frank with a smile as he moved to lay directly beside her on his side. Leaning his upper half over her he pulled her into a passionate kiss, his fingers trailing slowly down her body. His fingertips hesitated at the peak of her pelvis, silently asking for her permission to continue. (Y/n) rocked her hips up, moaning into her husband's mouth, begging him to continue. Frank didn't need to be told twice, greedily tracing down her mound, his fingers teasing her outer lips. A groan rumbled in his throat, as his tongue dominated the kiss, exploring all that he had missed for so long. "Please Frank." (Y/n) whispered against his mouth, her hips bucking to find any source of friction, her sex throbbing with a once forgotten need. He chuckled softly against her, kissing her again as he parted her outer lips, his thumb brushing her clit masterfully. Happily he swallowed (Y/n)'s whimper of pleasure, and he became greedy to hear more, so he breached her hole with his middle finger. "Fuck." She murmured softly into the kiss, loving the torturously slow pace he set, to get her accustomed to him again.

Her moisture dripped down his knuckles and onto the bed. Frank chuckled as he pulled back from the kiss, just enough to look deep into her eyes. "You're damn near as wet as when we first made love." He stated in a soft loving tone, his head turning to observe how his finger sunk in and out of her heat. "Frank." She puffed in a whine, her eyes closing and her head falling back. "Please." She begged, her breath hitching when he easily sunk in a second finger. "I've got you baby." He cooed softly, looking back to her he nudged her jaw with his nose, smiling when she opened her eyes. "There's my girl." Frank hummed before kissing her cheek. "Look at how well you're taking my fingers." He instructed, his own eyes casting down once more. (Y/n) raised her head, then pushed herself up onto her elbows, moaning at the sight of her husband fingering her pussy. "I think I can fit another one in." He mused, lightly brushing her stretched cunt with a third finger, making her shudder. "How about we skip the rest of the foreplay, and you just fuck me already." (Y/n) challenged, smirking at the look of raw hunger that washed over her husband's handsome face. "If that's what the lady wishes." Frank hummed as he eased his fingers out of her sex, loving the look swirling within her eyes. "It is." She giggled as he placed himself between her spread thighs. "You sure you're ready?" Frank asked, teasingly brushing the bulbous head of his cock along her slit, tapping at her clit once he reached it. "Fuck yes I'm ready, please Frank I've waited too long for this, for you." (Y/n) said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers toying with the hair at the back of his neck. "I love you." He murmured with a lovesick smile, notching the head of his cock into her weeping hole before she could respond. "Lo-love you too." She stammered as he sank inch after glorious inch into her heat.

A groan of pleasure rumbled in Frank's chest as he bottomed out in her, her pulsing wet walls like heaven. "Fuck I missed you." He admitted as he slowly pulled back, rocking back into her at a steady pace, while her fingers clutched at his shoulders for dear life. Their breaths mixed as they panted and huffed for air, lost in the feeling of eachother after being separated for so long. The bed squeaked as Frank adjusted himself, so he could wrap an arm around (Y/n)'s waist, and pull her flush against his chest. Sweat began to build up along Frank's spine, the bedroom feeling hot and stuffy, now with the combined smell of sex and sweat. And in a way, it was divine. Two lovers, who'd lost eachother, gone down dark and twisted paths, now reunited once more. All of that pain and anger washing away with every kiss, every caress, and every snap of Frank's hips. "God I've missed you." (Y/n) huffed, before pulling her husband down for a searing kiss, her hips grinding to meet each of his thrusts in perfect rhythm. When they parted for air, a small string of saliva connected their lips. "I don't know how long I'll last, it's been." Frank grunted, as his cock twitched within (Y/n)'s heat. "Been too long." He concluded, and his wife simply hummed in agreement. He laid her back against the bed, to put just enough space between them, so he could rub at her swollen clit. The touch had her mind reeling in pleasure, and she locked her ankles around Frank's slim hips, keeping him within her where she needed him most. "I'm gonna-" Her voice cut off with a whine, her eyes falling closed as the coil in her lower belly tightened almost painfully.

"Let go baby, I'm right behind you." Frank encouraged her, moaning at the feeling of her walls clenching down on him, when she reached her peak. A cry of pleasure died in her throat, and her head pushed back into the pillows. Euphoria washing over her in hot waves, making her muscles twitch, and her mind go fuzzy. As she neared the highest point of her peak, Frank's cock twitched and pulsed before painting her walls white. His thrusts became short and erratic in tempo, drawing out both of their peaks, until it became too much for the both of them. "Fuck." He panted as he stilled within her, looking down at her with adoration and longing. (Y/n) smiled up at him, tracing his jawline with her fingers, her heart feeling full and warm once more. "Don't go anywhere." Frank murmured before slowly pulling out of her sex, both of them hissing at the sensation it caused. "Okay." (Y/n) agreed while he climbed out of bed, watching as he walked out of the room and into the hall. Closing her eyes she lay her head back and simply basked in the afterglow, waiting patently for her love to come back to her. And when she felt a warm wet towel brush gently across her sensitive pussy, she shuddered and opened her eyes. Smiling at Frank who cleaned her up with practiced hands, and then kissed her softly when he was finished. "I brought you some water." He pointed to the glass on her nightstand. "Thank you." (Y/n) hummed as she grabbed the offered drink, overjoyed to find it was cold enough to cool her down a bit. Once he had disposed of the now dirty towel, Frank crawled back into bed with his awaiting wife. Both of them laying on their sides, facing one another. "No one will ever take you away from me again." Frank murmured softly, as their legs tangled together. "Likewise." (Y/n) agreed with a smile, wrapping her arms around his middle, she closed the small space between them, pressing against eachother in a lovers embrace.

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(Y/n) - My tits are awfully heavy, mind holding them for me for a while? 😏

Homelander - I think you mean my tits. 😈

(Y/n) - ...😐

Homelander - ...😅

(Y/n) - ...😐

Homelander - Please! 🥺

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(Y/n) - My tits are awfully heavy, mind holding them for me for a while? 😏

Leon - Oh my god yes, PLEASE! 🥺