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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Ch. 22

Fic Teaser: While on a routine mission for Cid, the Bad Batch encounter a woman fleeing from the Empire. Crosshair suspects her seemingly free-spirited, nomadic existence is actually a cover for something else, but struggles to keep his attraction toward her in check as their personalities and ideals clash.

Relevant tags/content warnings: Crosshair/Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Periodic Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, 18+/Explicit

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Chapter 22 summary: Things finally boil over between Dara and Crosshair at the beginning of a joint mission for Rex.

Special content warnings for this chapter: unprotected PIV sex; fingering; oral sex (m and f giving and receiving); dom/sub undertones; dirty talk; hate sex

They landed the Marauder at the edge of a forest as the suns were beginning to set, the royal blues of the foliage deepening to purples and then blacks as the shadows lengthened. The nights were long and cool on Xagalus, and they set to work making camp immediately.

After much discussion between Dara and Rex, they had identified a joint mission where both groups had a vested interest, and it was decided that Dara would join the Batch in undertaking it. Tomorrow they would divide into teams before first light to scout out the area and begin their search.

It was obvious that Omega was happy to be back amongst her family, and the men were equally happy to have her with them again. She ran and skipped from brother to brother, chatting constantly as each engaged her in their activities: gathering wood, making a fire, unpacking supplies, reviewing mission intel, preparing food. They were finishing dinner, all gathered around the fire, when her incessant curiosity finally drew her to Dara, who was sitting a little apart from the squad.

Dara’s interactions with the others, while cordial, had remained somewhat tense in the days since her deception had come to light. At times they all settled back into a steady rhythm, one which—if not exactly easy—was at least familiar, resembling the one they had established in earlier weeks. In other moments—particularly when Crosshair was around—the resentment and distrust felt more palpable, and were almost impossible to ignore.

Omega’s charms, however, were hard to resist, and the young girl felt certain that this solitary woman was just a friend she had yet to make.

“What are you doing?” she asked enthusiastically. Dara had already completed the painstaking ritual of preparing her tea and was carving something with one of her knives, shaving away thin, delicate strips of wood as a shape began to form beneath her dexterous fingers.

“Making something.” She passed her tea to Omega, who sipped at the straw, wriggling her little nose in distaste at the bitter beverage before peering more closely at the object in Dara’s hand.

“It looks… familiar,” Omega replied. Dara passed the tea along to Hunter, who shared it in turn among the group, an activity they had all—with the exception of Crosshair—now joined in many times.

“You may have seen something like it before,” Dara narrated as she continued carving. “I was living on Dantooine a while back, working on a sap farm. When I wasn’t working, I spent a lot of time walking, looking at the Bilba trees. One night, both the moons were out. I heard a noise in the trees around the next bend in the path. Then, all of a sudden, I heard a long…low…howl.”

Dara paused for dramatic effect; Omega’s eyes were sparkling in the firelight, enraptured.

The woman continued, “Before I could do anything, out jumped a large, terrifying creature, covered in fur, with horns, and big sharp teeth. I could hear more of the beasts stalking me through the shadows, the light of the moons reflecting only their eyes. But then I heard little excited yipping sounds, and out came…a group of tiny puppies.”

Omega was grinning happily, and Dara gave her a small smile back.

“It was a Kath Hound pack with a litter,” she continued. “When the pups reach a certain age, the mothers all go back out to hunt. The males stay behind and protect the young together. They can be fierce as anything; there’s not a lot of Kath Hounds around anymore, so every one is precious. I wanted more than anything to go check out the curious things, but I also knew better than to disrupt a family protecting their kids. So I high-tailed it out of there. And luckily, they let me.”

Satisfied with her carving, Dara leaned back and brought it into the light, revealing a horned Kath Hound with a puppy pressed tightly against its side. She handed it to Omega.

“For you. I’m sorry I kept your brothers away from you for so long. I didn’t know.”

Judging by Omega’s delight at the trinket, all was forgiven, at least on the child’s part. The girl excitedly leapt up to show her new possession to Wrecker. After a moment of hesitation, Hunter nodded toward Dara approvingly.

Of course, not every member of the squad was so easy to win over. Omega had barely left her side when Dara heard a hiss from Crosshair, who until that moment appeared to have been completely ignoring her.

“You’re sure you didn’t go ahead and spy on them for a while, maybe report back the location of the den to a few poachers?”

“I’m sure if you had been there, you would have just killed them yourself.” Dara stood and stalked off into the shadows of the trees.

Echo sighed. He thought this had gone on long enough. “Crosshair. I know you two have never exactly gotten along, but everything’s out in the open now. Dara’s on our side. We need to learn to work together here. None of us stand a chance against the Empire if everyone who could fight back is too busy fighting among ourselves.”

Crosshair was still seething. “Tell her that.” He shouldered his weapon, yanked on his helmet, and left as well, his dark armor disappearing in the gloom.

Omega looked troubled. “Should we go after them?” she wondered.

Hunter furrowed his brow. “Just…leave them be, and let them try to work it out.”

Crosshair picked his way among the trees easily, his enhanced eyesight helping him avoid branches and roots as he searched for Dara. He had spent the last few days on base avoiding her, barely throwing a glance her way.

It had not helped him put aside the memories of their last one-on-one encounter: the snarl on her face as she held the knife to his throat. The derision in her gaze when she looked at him. The pain in her voice. Her body pressed against his.

The time away from her had revealed one thing: he still wanted her desperately. He wanted to possess every bit of her, to have her drop to her knees in front of him, to hold her down as he entered her. He wanted to fuck the despair out of her voice and pity out of her eyes and replace them with something else. He wanted to grasp her by the throat and hear her beg for him before making her whine with pleasure.

There was a part of him that also wanted to shoot her.

When he finally caught sight of her, Dara’s profile was outlined against a pleasing blue glow. She was gazing across a bioluminescent river, which Tech had pointed out as they were landing. She leaned against a tree, worrying a flat stone in one hand. He stopped to watch her, a silent shadow, as she skipped it into the water.

Dara tossed three more stones before she finally spoke.

“You can come out. I know you’re there.”

Crosshair sidled up to her, removing his helmet. “How’d you know?”

She didn’t look at him. “I can always tell when you’re watching me.”

His eyes narrowed in the dim blue glow. “Since when?”

She shrugged. “I had a feeling, since the beginning. But I didn’t realize I should look up until I saw you climbing trees on Caameris.”

“Well can you blame us, for not trusting you?” Crosshair deflected testily. He shouldn’t have been so surprised, but he was furious nonetheless, thinking of how, yet again, she had been a step ahead of him—letting him see her like that, but still always, always in control.

Dara finally turned to face him, eyes glinting. “I never said I did,” she snapped.

Then again—Crosshair had had her on the verge of losing control before. He could do it again. He already had her halfway there.

He scoffed. “Of course not. You’d never blame the poor, stupid clone troopers who took you in. You wanted to trust us. It just didn’t stop you from reporting our every move back to Saw, did it?”

“What do you want me to do, Crosshair?” Dara spat back. “At what point was I supposed to tell you? That’s the job. If I went around confessing to every person who was friendly to me that I was a rebel spy I would be dead!”

The sniper advanced on her, sneering. “Tell me this,” he drawled. “Would you have told Hunter or Howzer, once you’d managed to sleep with them? Or were you only doing that for more information?”

Their faces were only centimeters apart, Dara glaring defiantly up at him. “Let’s get one thing straight,” she hissed, jabbing him roughly in his chestplate. “That’s not in my job description. When a mission requires sex for intel, I pay a professional. But if you hadn’t ruined it, I would’ve given both of them the ride of their fucking lives, and it would’ve been because I kriffing wanted to!”

“You…” Crosshair tried to spit words out—a retort, an insult—but he couldn’t. His voice was strangled by equal parts ferocity and need. Dropping his helmet, he reached out with both hands, cupping Dara’s face and pressing his mouth against hers roughly. Her lips moved just as forcefully back as he parted them with his tongue and pushed her up against the tree, reveling in how his armor trapped her under him even as he was overcome by the desperate urge to feel her body against his own.

Her fingers, as if responding to his very thoughts, began shedding his shoulder pads, vambraces, and chest plate, and he growled into her mouth with pleasure before trailing his lips and teeth along her jaw, her neck, her ears, moving his hands possessively to grasp at every one of her curves in turn.

It was only once she’d managed to bare Crosshair’s torso completely, sliding off the upper half of his blacks, that she started to bite back.

He tried but failed to prevent the sharp inhale of breath as he felt Dara’s teeth sink into his shoulder. The sound inspired her to continue, her mouth roughly testing whatever skin she could access, though her progress was interrupted as he shimmied her shirt over her head. In the pale blue glow of the river, he saw her tattoo clearly for the first time: four moons, evenly spaced along her rib cage just below her breast band, surrounded by a smattering of stars.

His slender fingers made their way down to her ass, lifting her up with both hands while pinning her even more tightly against the tree so that she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist for stability. She responded by raking her fingernails down his back; he let out a long hiss as he fought to keep hold of his self-control, then thrust against her, his codpiece making contact through her pants with the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center.

A needy moan escaped Dara’s throat against her will even as she tried to choke it back. Crosshair was already hard, but the sound made his cock press even more painfully against his armor. He wanted to fuck her senseless.

It was a challenge to keep his fingers steady as he removed her binder, freeing her breasts; he worried that his trembling would reveal his desperation. He kissed his way aggressively down her chest, shifting to cup one of her breasts in his hand while he tongued the nipple of the other, alternating lips and teeth. He heard another moan and nearly cursed when he realized it was his own. Her softness beneath him, the subject of his nightly imaginings since the day they’d met, was shredding at his self-control.

This encounter, like all those that had been steadily leading up to it, was a battleground for them both. Over the previous weeks they had been circling, sizing one another up, testing each other’s defenses. Unable to deny any longer the desire that kept driving them together, each of them was now stubbornly determined to gain control over the situation, to be the one that reduced the other to a whining, dribbling mess. Dara knew that he wanted her frantically, and that if she could only hold on a little longer, keep her own desperation in check, then victory would be hers.

She wanted to make him beg.

So Dara took advantage of the moan to go on the offensive, kissing and sucking along his neck up to his ear as she held his face tightly to her chest, scratching her fingertips along his scalp. Then she allowed her hands to drift south again along the firm muscles of his sides, stroking some of his many scars, before teasing her fingers along the v-shaped crease that led toward his groin.

“Do you want me, Crosshair?” she purred into his ear.

Crosshair forced himself to suppress whatever noise was trying to make its way out of his throat at her enticing tone, deftly unwrapping her legs from around his waist, resettling her on solid ground, and turning her to face away from him. He needed to regain some composure. He did want her, there was no denying that; but she was not in charge here.

He clutched her tightly from behind, one hand wrapping around her throat with a controlled, gentle pressure while the other slipped past the waistband of her pants.

“Burk’yc… Cyar’ika…” Crosshair’s voice was a deadly whisper. Dara suppressed a shiver as he began to stroke gently along the sides of her soaking cunt, his long fingers igniting a persistent warmth deep within her. “You’re dripping with need. This has gone on long enough. Tell me you’ll be mine, and I’ll reward you so well. Be good for me.”

“That’s not happening.” She reached behind her and began fumbling with his cod piece, making clear exactly what it was she was refusing: she wanted his cock, but she would not be good.

Crosshair raised her arms and gathered both of her wrists up in one hand, holding them tightly against the tree while he went back to his ministrations with the other, patiently stroking up and down along her wet folds, studiously avoiding the one spot she desperately wanted him to touch. He was certain he could outlast her.

“Yes,” he purred. “Submit to me. You want so badly to let go. Just let me take care of you.”

Dara, panting, only shifted her hips back and forth in response, rubbing her ass against his armor and bucking to move his hand closer to her clit, which was crying out badly for attention. Crosshair felt his eyes roll back in his head for a moment at this expression of her desire, grateful she was facing away so that she missed what it was doing to him.

“Be a good girl, and you’ll get everything you want,” he insisted, his breath against her ear. He traced his tongue along her piercings, tasting metal.

“Fuck you,” Dara panted out. His body pressed against hers, the menacing edge to his voice, the strength of the hand that held her wrists immobilized—it was making every fiber in her body burn with need. It was only her stubborn, defiant nature that kept her from whimpering and dropping to her knees to give him whatever he demanded. She had accepted, finally, that she wanted him, as loathe she was to admit it—but she would not let him win this.

Crosshair tutted, then used a knee to part Dara’s legs wider before deftly sliding one long finger all the way inside her. She cried out with pleasure, unable to contain herself, as he curled the finger, finding his target with all of his usual precision.

“So needy, mesh’la. You don’t understand what I can give you, how good I can make you feel. You just have to let me.”

He smiled wickedly against her neck as he heard her moan, then inserted a second finger. Dara was suddenly no longer thinking of winning, no longer thinking of anything besides the feel of Crosshair’s fingers inside her as he sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her veins, her muscles tightening around his digits. His thumb made its way to her clit, tracing deliberate circles that filled her with heat, rising higher and higher until she was sure she would—

“Tell me you’re mine, cyare.” Crosshair slowed his movements, keeping her right on the edge of her orgasm, waiting to hear the words.

He had gotten close, but he had underestimated her. Dara snarled and shoved a shoulder back into his chest, catching him off-guard enough to wriggle out of his grasp and push him to the ground. She was straddling his legs before he could even react, tonguing and biting along the lithe muscles of his abdomen as she detached his codpiece and the armor along his thighs. Too consumed with want and turned on by her feral enthusiasm to resist, he allowed her to progress until she had stripped his lower half bare, her eyes greedily taking in the slight curve of his erection before her mouth began teasing along his legs and pelvis.

Crosshair didn’t think he’d ever been this hard in his life. She made eye contact with him before licking a long, deliberate, delectable stripe along the underside of his cock, and he couldn’t suppress a groan as she worked her tongue over the head before taking his length without hesitation into her warm mouth. He knew exactly what she was doing as he felt himself make contact with the back of her throat, but for the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care that she was taking control, too overcome by the delicious sensation. How many nights in recent weeks had he lain awake, thinking of her tongue on him, her dark eyes shining up from between his legs just like this? He had lost count.

One of her hands ran her fingernails up and down his thigh, the other stroking his shaft in time as her head bobbed up and down steadily, drawing him deeper and deeper into her throat. She let out a small moan, the sound vibrating against his length, and he knew she was doing it on purpose to drive him crazy, as if the sight of his cock finally between her lips wasn’t enough. It took every ounce of his self-control, cultivated through a lifetime of soldierly discipline, to thread his fingers through her hair and tug her off.

Crosshair flipped them over, his strength and skill giving him the advantage as he pinned Dara down beneath him. He kissed her deeply, invading her mouth with his tongue, his fingers still tangled in her hair, before pulling the rest of her clothing off, exposing her beautiful cunt to the cool night air. He had to suppress a groan at the sight. With delight and a carefully bit-off moan, he nuzzled the dark hair coating her mound, realizing it must have been black everywhere before it turned silver—something he had found himself wondering often, late at night, alone in his bunk. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and wasted no time in spreading her legs, pressing his tongue flat against her clit and overwhelming her almost immediately as he began lapping and suckling at her with dedication.

She was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, a tangy sweetness he couldn’t get enough of. He could die happy down here, between her legs.

She wriggled, trying to reduce the all-consuming sensation, but he reached one hand out to her belly to hold her in place. He could feel the puckered skin of one of her scars under his fingertips and let his other hand wander to pinch at her nipple. His tongue teased dedicated circles around her clit, and she was whimpering now—the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Crosshair,” Dara managed to whine, her voice breathy.

Kriff. Finally, his name on her lips. It was all he could do to prevent himself from taking her right then.

“Yes, mesh’la?” he asked patiently, between careful, ruinous licks.

“It’s too much. I can’t.” Her eyes were screwed up tightly, one hand clawing at his short gray locks and the other scrabbling at the dirt.

The sniper smiled darkly, certain of his imminent victory over her self-control, nose still buried in her pussy. He nudged it patiently against her clit, eliciting a full-body shudder.

“Of course you can, burk’yc. Tell me you’re mine. Beg me for it and I’ll let you cum.”

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

Crosshair slowed down. Dara’s whimpers lessened as he eased off of her sopping wet cunt, slid his way up to her face, and pressed his lips against hers. She could taste the pleasant tang of her arousal in his mouth, feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh, and it made her moan again.

“That’s not what I asked for,” Crosshair growled.

Snarling, Dara kissed him back hard, biting his lower lip until they both tasted blood. The pain pushed Crosshair over the edge, his patience suddenly vanishing. He simply couldn’t hold himself back any longer, finally thrusting his cock inside of her roughly, forgetting all of his plans to win her submission as he was overcome by wrath and need. She cried out in pleasure, equally overwhelmed as he filled her completely, finally feeling him everywhere after so many nights trying to banish the thought from her imagination.

Their pace was impatient, urgent, as they fucked messily into one another, their hips meeting almost violently at the apex of each thrust. No longer concerned with making the other beg or moan, knowing that there was no victory to be had for either of them now, Crosshair and Dara raced their way to the edge, cries and pants and growls and grunts echoing through the forest and across the nearby river. Just as Dara could feel her climax slam into her like a rogue wave and spread in concentric rings of intensity outward from her belly to her fingertips, Crosshair let out one final strangled groan at the sensation of her contracting around him. Pure pleasure overtook him as he felt his hot cum fill her, and his thrusts petered slowly to a stop.

All was still. They panted and slowly released one another, Dara’s nails etching crescent-shaped marks in Crosshair’s back, his fingers leaving behind bruises on her hip and shoulder. He rested his head against her breast for a moment, whispering a string of curses too quietly for her to hear. She rubbed one hand along his back, the other absentmindedly stroking the smattering of short gray hair atop his head.

The unexpected moment of tenderness was brief before Dara nudged at him. Crosshair pulled out, rolled over, and watched her thoughtfully, searching his scattered armor for a toothpick to press between his lips as she got up and waded waist deep into the nearby river. He could trace the outline of every one of her curves against the blue phosphorescence, could see her nipples harden further and skin raise goosebumps at the cool temperature. She rinsed everywhere, washing away dirt, sweat, saliva, the smell of him, before floating lazily on her back for a moment.

He felt like he could watch her all night. He hadn’t gotten exactly what he’d wanted, but what he had gotten had been quite good: the sex, yes, but more than that, the fury. The need. The breaking down of her self-possession. Now, she even looked almost peaceful, like a solid fuck had done her some good.

Dara exited the water, lounging on a large, flat stone by the riverbed and letting herself drip dry. The air was cool; she was shivering a little as she closed her eyes.

She’d left her poncho behind, and Crosshair didn’t have anything to warm her with. They’d have to go back to the fire.

“Burk’yc, it’s too cold to stay out here,” he told her. “Get dressed.”

“No.”

It was a measured statement; Dara’s anger had dissipated, but she was making clear that whatever had just passed between them hadn’t fundamentally changed anything, hadn’t bridged the distance that set them apart in any way.

She infuriated him. She’d decided to keep being a stubborn brat, even after all that.

The sniper started dressing, snapping the pieces of his armor back into place and retrieving his rifle. She didn’t move, eyes still closed, breathing slowly and regularly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. “You can’t fall asleep out here.”

Dara turned toward him. He could see the mockery in her eyes by the glow of the river. “Oh, were you expecting to cuddle afterward?”

Crosshair considered, for a moment, throwing her over his shoulder just like that, carrying her back to camp, nude and covered in his marks, tying her up in the cargo hold and having his way with her for the rest of the night, until she forgot every word in every language she knew other than his name.

“Fine. Have it your way,” he spat out instead. He spun on his heels and marched off, leaving her behind.

The others were still lounging by the dying embers of the fire when he came stalking back. Wordless, he entered the Marauder; they could see him pacing back and forth past the hatch in a silent fury as he shed his gear before he finally threw himself down on his bunk, out of sight.

Omega was worried. She had noticed his split lip and the scratches and bruises along his neck.

“Was he…bleeding? Were they fighting?” The men murmured noncommittally, avoiding looking at her.

A few minutes later, Dara came huffing back as well, walking gingerly. She entered the Marauder and made her way to her hammock in the cargo hold, closing the door after her.

“She was hurt too. I think they did fight,” Omega insisted.

Wrecker looked mischievous. “Who do you think won?” He chuckled a little, nudging Tech.

“I don’t think either of them did.” Tech looked at the other men knowingly, while Hunter snickered. Echo avoided catching anyone’s eye, looking mortified.

“What do you mean?” Omega asked. She wasn’t going to let it go.

“Uh…I don’t think they were exactly fighting,” Wrecker hinted.

Omega remained adamant. “Well, then what were they doing?”

“Well, I think it’s time to turn in,” Echo said, a little too loudly.

“Me too!” Wrecker leapt up, and the pair extricated themselves as quickly as possible. Omega turned to Hunter expectantly.

“I’ll…tell you when you’re older,” he answered, shifting uncomfortably.

Omega rolled her eyes and looked at Tech instead. He seemed thoughtful, beginning with an educational tone, “Well, sometimes when two adult humans—or another combination of sentients, depending on the species—experience strong feelings of attraction—”

“Tech!” Hunter interrupted.

The bespectacled clone was unperturbed. “I assure you, I will provide an entirely scientific explanation,” he reassured his brother.

Hunter sighed. “Better you than me.” He left Tech and Omega to it, words like “pheromones,” “hormones,” and “intercourse” drifting behind him as he climbed up the ramp to the Marauder.

He hoped that Tech made sure to tell her it wasn’t always that violent.

The air onboard the ship was almost oppressively tense for Hunter’s enhanced senses. He sniffed; the smell of sex still radiated off of Crosshair, less so off of Dara. He could even detect the sour scent of their foul moods—not the most typical of post-coital emotions, but those two weren’t exactly the most typical of people, so he wasn’t exactly surprised. Dara’s breathing and heartbeat were becoming gentle and regular, but he could tell that Crosshair was still wide awake, gnawing on a toothpick while laying back, hands behind his head.

Hunter approached him and crossed his arms, looking down at him from the edge of his bunk. “Is this going to be a problem?”

Crosshair wasn’t in the mood for a lecture. “Piss off.”

The Sergeant, used to his attitude, was undeterred. “Listen. We’re all relying on each other, and we can’t afford to be so distracted that we put the mission in jeopardy. Whatever this is, just keep your feelings in check.”

“This isn’t about feelings,” Crosshair scoffed.

Hunter, rolling his eyes, knew better than to push him. “Fine. Then just try thinking with your head instead of your dick for a while. If you can’t manage that, then stay away from her.” With that, he left Crosshair to stew.

It was a long time before the sniper drifted off to sleep. When it finally came for him, he was thinking of Dara’s soft whimpers and the warmth of her thighs against his ears.

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whumped-by-glitter · 6 months

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WOW's Birthday Event Day 4: Electrocution / Waterboarded / "Anything but that!"

⚠️ CW: Electrocution, Waterboarding, Non-Sexual Nudity (mentioned), Torture. (please let me know if I missed anything)

A HUGE shout out to @3-2-whump for beta reading so I could get this out today!

Day 3 Here <

Youngest was dragged off. They kicked and thrashed as hard as they could, cussing the men who held them out. One of them had finally had enough of it and punched them hard in the stomach.

“Shut the fuck up and cooperate, or you’ll get worse,” the man growled harshly.

Youngest doubled over, the wind knocked out of them, and collapsed. Before they could catch their breath, they felt themselves be hoisted up again. This time Youngest complied. They knew a cracked rib would make escape more difficult, they reasoned. They needed to stay focused on getting Whumpee and getting out of here. Maybe being captured isn’t such a bad thing, they’ll find Whumpee quicker this way, right?

When the hood was finally removed, they found themselves in a small sterile room with a single table that was about 6 feet long. The handcuffs were removed but before they could struggle, they were forced down into a high back chair. Their heart sank. This looked like an interrogation room. Whumpee was nowhere to be seen.

Their arms were secured to the armrests then their ankles to the chair legs. A sickening fear emerged when the head of a leather strap appeared in their field of vision. It was pulled across their throat by a set of dexterous hands. Youngest could hear it be pushed back through a hole on the other side of their throat before being pulled uncomfortably tight. They then heard it buckle behind them. They were completely immobilized.

Youngest could hear the door open behind them open. Whoever just came in caused the men on either side them to snap to attention.

“Well, well,” a voice came low in menacing before revealing itself. “it’s not every day my enemies come crawling to me on their hands and knees,” the man sneered, settling down in chair on the opposite side of the table.

Claudio! Youngest realized. They flushed red slightly at his taunt.

“So why did you come here?” Claudio asked in a light, somewhat amused tone.

“Release me, and release Whumpee to me and I will leave you unharmed,” Youngest demanded, summoning all of the bravado they could. Even to them the words sounded weak though.

Claudio gave a hearty, deep laugh. Wiping a tear of amusement from the corner of his eye, he replied breathily “Ooh, an ultimatum, I’m terrified. Exactly what do you plan on doing when you can’t even move?”

Youngest just spat at Claudio as the man leaned in to wait for an answer to his mocking question. Youngest flashed a grin when it hit him in the face.

Claudio’s face flashed anger momentarily before returning to his bemused expression and laughter. “Feisty, aren’t we? I like it.” He nodded at a guard that then proceeded to taser Youngest.

The electricity surged through Youngest’s body. They jerked and thrashed, their body moving on its own.

“Let’s get one thing clear boy,” Claudio hissed dangerously, “you are in no position to make demands, and certainly in position to be making ultimatums. Now, where’s the rest of your team? If you’re here, the rest can’t be far.”

“Bite me! I’m not telling you a damn thing, you bastard!” Youngest snarled in defiance.

“Cut off their shirt,” Claudio ordered one of the guards, grabbing the taser from the other. They strode confidently to the others side of the table. He leaned against it, not quite directly in front of Youngest. “Listen here you little shit, you’re going to tell me what I want to know. It’s up to you how much damage you're going to sustain before then.”

Claudio turned to the guard closest to him, nodding his head to the door, before following the guard out. “Bring me a dog,” Claudio ordered once out of earshot of his detainee.

It only took a few minutes before one of their trained attack dogs was brought to Claudio on a leash.

Claudio walked back into the interrogation room, the guard behind him had the dog in tow.

“Okay now where were we? Oh yes, ‘bite me’ I think was what you said. Say that again and Fido here will make it happen,” he gave the large Doberman a pat.

Youngest grew silent, eyes wide, flicking nervously to the muscular dog. They squirmed nervously.

“Now back to what I want know,” Claudio picked up the taser again. “Where are your friends hiding?”

Youngest flicked a glance over at the dog again, then back to Claudio. “Get fucked!” Youngest belted out, rashly. They did not want this man to know they were alone.

“Wrong answer,” Claudio chided menacingly.

The taser made contact with Youngest’s bare chest. Electricity tore through them once again. The restraints bit into their skin as their body contorted involuntarily with the current. Claudio hit them with it an additional two more times in quick succession, leaving Youngest panting for air. Their blood trickled out from under the restraints around their neck and wrists.

Before Youngest could get anything else out they were beginning unbound. Momentarily freed, they tried desperately to fight, but could not muster the strength. They were slammed to the table on their back, once again knocking the wind out of them.

Before they could recover Youngest found themselves being strapped to the table, once again completely immobile. They felt the legs of the table near their head be brought down. Youngest was now laying on an angle, their feet higher than their head. Claudio put a rag over their face, obscuring their sight.

“No, please! No! No!” Youngest screamed and struggled, realizing what was about to happen.

“You had your chance” Claudio sneered.

Youngest could hear the distinct scrape of a metal bucket against the floor. They braced themselves as best they, inhaling a deep breath.

Water began to pour over their nose and mouth. They almost instantly began to panic as the water burned going up their nose and into their throat. Their lungs began to ache then quickly burn. The breath they took in was forced out by the pain and fear. Instinctively they tried to gasp.

Gasping made it worse, so much worse. They gasped in water and wet rag, causing sheer unadulterated terror to engulf their body.

‘I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!’ Panic rushed through Youngest’s veins. The panic and sheer terror intensified as they tried to thrash, to buck, to do anything, but they couldn’t move more than arch their back an inch off of the table.

Youngest had never in their entire life had ever felt terror so raw, so all encompassing. Their lungs burned, their throat burned, their nose burned. They couldn’t move, they couldn’t scream, they couldn’t BREATHE.

Finally, blessedly the stream stopped. Youngest gasped in air, more intensely aware of how precious it was. Their face was wet from tears and water as the rag was peeled away. They coughed and sputtered.

“Where is your team? Where is Leader?” Claudio asked, grasping Youngest’s cheek, drawing blood.

Youngest could do nothing but cough and pant. They couldn’t find their voice. Their eyes were still wide with fear.

“Tsk, no answer? Okay then,” Claudio laughed cruelly. He began to put the rag back over Youngest’s face.

“N-no, please, a-anything but that,” Youngest croaked out weakly, their throat raw. They started sobbing.

“Oh, so you have an answer for me?” Claudio cooed.

“I-I came alone,” they reluctantly admitted, finally cracking.

“Oh, you have, have you?” Claudio narrowed his eyes, causing Youngest to flinch and shudder. “I would say smart boy for fessing up, but it would seem you are incredibly stupid.” Claudio gave the still bound captive a condescending cheek pat, “you pissed yourself too, you’re stupid and a coward.”

Youngest laid there, exhausted and completely embarrassed. everything from last night and today hit them all at once. The fight with leader, the run, their capture. The physical and mental exhaustion from the torture made so that they could barely lift their head.

Claudio turned away from Youngest to the guards. “Strip them, then throw them in solitary confinement.” He instructed, then glanced back at his prisoner, “if he struggles, rough him up.” Claudio left Youngest alone and vulnerable with the guards and attack dog.

Claudio’s Parting words struck deep. Youngest had nothing left in them, just exhaustion, pain, and an unbearable shame that ran so much deeper than just pissing their pants. The only thing they could think was ‘will leader even come?’

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Pretty like a crime

➛ Masterlist

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

warnings: There is a separate warning for each chapter. This series is 18+ as it will contain mature themes. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

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Moodboards

Chp 1

Chp 2

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Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers: For the first episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the second episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the third episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the fourth episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the sixth episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the seventh episode's Easter eggs it's here and here

For the eighth episode's Easter eggs post it's here

For the ninth episode's Easter eggs post it's here

For the tenth episode's Easter eggs post it's here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

SPOILERS if you haven't seen this week's episode obviously

We start off the episode with this shot of Superman with the drawn on glasses. A good homage to what Lois did in the 1980 Superman II movie...

where she not only drew the glasses but also a full suit and hat on a picture of Superman.

Next we see Jimmy waking up and seeing someone debunking his conspiracy theories on Sub-Diego.

Sub Diego was an actual place in the DC universe before the New 52 reboot. In Aquaman #15 and #16 (2003) , shown here (W: Will Pfeifer, P: Patrick Gleason, I: Christian Alamy, C: Nathan Eyring, L: Jared K. Fletcher for issue 15, Nick Napolitano for issue 16). The underwater city is actually San Diego, but is buried underwater thanks to a tidal wave and makes its first appearance in Aquaman #15 (2003). There was a lot of casualties from this.

When we get to our title its "You Will Believe A Man Can Lie" a reference to the tagline for the 1978 Superman movie.

As seen here on the poster, it says "You'll believe a man can fly".

Next we see our villain, well one of the villains, for the episode, Heatwave.

In the comics Heatwave makes his first appearance in Flash 140 (1963) (cover art by Carmine Infantino, Murphy Anderson, and Ira Schnapp). Heatwave aka Mick Rory is a Flash rogue usually acting as a rival to Captain Cold aka Leonard Snart. In MAwS, their Heatwave shares the same last name and powers, but MAwS Heatwave is gender flipped. You might have seen Heatwave in the CW DC comics shows where he is played by Dominic Purcell in The Flash and Legends of Tomorrow.

Lois, later in the episode, name drops Heatwave's name. Gotta be honest when Heatwave showed up I was like is that Rampage? Cuz the MAwS design looks vaguely like Rampage.

If she does show up in MAwS, I'll talk more about her in another post, but for now, Rampage aka Karen Lou "Kitty" Faulkner, makes her first appearance in Superman #7 (1987) (full page here: W&P: John Byrne, I: Karl Kesel, C: Tom Ziuko, L: John Costanza).

Steve drags Jimmy to film his debunking Flamebird videos and references Starro who I talked about here.

Lois, later runs around with the Daily Planet police scanner trying to catch Superman and the dispatcher reports that a robbery is in progress at McGuinness Luxe Garage.

This is a nice reference to Ed McGuinness who was the artist for Superman, Action Comics, and Superman/Batman in the early 2000s. If you've seen Superman/Batman: Public Enemies, then you'll know the movie takes inspiration from his character designs in the first arc of the Superman/Batman comic series. The Superman/Batman #1 (2003) cover here is done by Ed McGuinness, Dexter Vines, and Dave Stewart. I like Ed McGuinness's pencils, very stylized.

Heatwave name drops Livewire and the Gazzo mod family. Both of whom I've talked about here and here respectively

Heatwave has been running away from Deathstroke here who has been taking our her crew. Notice that Slade Wilson doesn't have the half black half orange helmet yet that almost every Deathstroke depiction always has.

He, Amanda Waller, and the General who I totally think is General Sam Lane, Lois's dad, are fans of DBZ cuz of the scouters they're wearing.

Later in the scene we see the General again he's totally General Sam Lane. I'll talk more about him when we get a double confirmation through a name drop/reveal in a later post calling Amanda Waller, Mandy. What a fucking bold thing to say to Waller! Like damn! power move right there!

Superman and Deathstroke are fighting under a highway and we see the traffic is heading to Bludhaven!

Very good reference to my favorite character in all of pop culture, Dick Grayson aka Nightwing. Nightwing makes Bludhaven his city to protect. The city makes its first appearance in Nightwing #1 (1996) (the panel here - W: Chuck Dixon, P: Scott McDaniel, I: Karl Story, C: Roberta Tewes, L: John Costanza). Fun Bludhaven fact, its crime rate is WORST than Gotham! Also HIGHLY recommend reading the new Nightwing run cuz its fucking amazing! Won a few Eisner Awards (think the Oscars but for comic books) recently and I am not just saying that because I am a Dick Grayson fan.

Near the end of the episode, we see Lois willing to jump off a building to prove that Clark is Superman. A lot of discourse was happening online over this, but I do want to say this is pretty on brand for her to do.

In Superman II, Lois does something similar and Clark saves her. its just in MAwS, Clark flies to save her thus ruining the secret identity, while in Superman II, Clark does save her but he is still able to get away with it thanks to him playing it more subtly.

Don't know why people we're in such a fucking fit over something that Lois has done before.

In the after credits scene, Jimmy, who planned a sasquatch finding adventure with Lois and Clark, but they were dealing with their shit and Jimmy was by himself, decides to do the finding on his own and meets a giant gorilla. In the first episode Jimmy mentions an intelligent gorilla in France and my guess is this is Monsieur Mallah. You can read more about him here. If you made it this far down, I appreciate you taking the time to check this post out and if you want to see my other MAwS Easter Eggs posts - Episode 1 is here

Episode 2 is here

Episode 3 is here

Episode 4 is here

Episode 6 is here

Episode 7 is here and here

Episode 8 is here

Episode 9 is here

Episode 10 is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

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Grailfinders #342: Konstantinos XI

today on Grailfinders we’ve got an actual leader of one of Traum’s many realms, it’s Konstantinos XI. I love that one, can’t wait for Rhapsodies of Vana’diel to come out. all jokes aside, Constantine is a Crown Paladin to give his all for his empire, and a Clockwork Sorcerer to use his imperial bloodline to protect it as best he can.

check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

next up: the rule of cool, part two! …l

Ancestry & Background

our boy Connie is a Human, but a special human that can defend stuff better than most humans, so he’s got a Mark of the Sentinel on him. that means he gets +2 Constitution and +1 Wisdom, as well as a Sentinel’s Intuition for a bonus d4 on all insight and perception checks. you can also cast a Guardian’s Shield once a day for free, which is literally just the shield spell, and you have an extended spell list which we’ve included in the character sheet- the spells we’d find useful are in bold. finally, you’re a Vigilant Guardian, letting you swap places with someone who is being attacked next to you, taking the damage in their stead, once a day.

you’re also a Noble, so you get proficiency in History and Persuasion.

Ability Scores

first up, you gotta have Constitution- it helps you not die. I mean you definitely do die, but I promise you it’ll take a while, and hurt the whole time. second is Charisma. again, you’re going to die, but god damn if you don’t look cool doing it. third is Strength bc you still have to wield big swords when you don’t have help. that means your Wisdom is a little lower than I’d like what with your religiocity, and that means your Dexterity is neutral. you wear armor all the time, so I have nothing to go off of here. that means we’re dumping Intelligence. I’m sure Constantine is pretty smart, but we need something to be weak.

Class Levels

1. Paladin 1: starting at level one, paladins get proficiency in Wisdom and Charisma saves, as well as Athletics checks to outlast errybody, and religion, to crusade as a hobby. you also get a divine sense to detect otherworldly enemies. you could always do this, it just never came up irl.

also you can Lay on Hands to touch people and heal them a lil bit. this is even less in-character, but hey, extra survivability.

2. Paladin 2: second level paladins get a Fighting Style, like Great Weapon Fighting. if you’re using a two-handed melee weapon, you can re-roll damage dice that land on 1 or 2 the first time. you could also argue for dueling if you want, but paladins will definitely get more use out of the former. and that’s because you can dump extra dice into your attacks with a Divine Smite, spending a spell slot to add radiant damage to your sword. what spell slots, you ask? well…

you can cast Spells now! you cast and prepare them using your Charisma, and that means you can swap them around each day, so don’t worry too much about specifics! that being said, I’d recommend picking up Bless to improve everyone’s saving throws! if you wanna help with attacks more, you can grant yourself divine favor, for a lil bonus damage with every hit for a minute.

3. Paladin 3: at third level you dedicate yourself to the Crown, which sounds noble, but since you’re the ruler you’re dedicating your life to yourself, which is pretty average tbh. still, you can use Channel Divinity once a short rest in one of two ways- you can issue a Champion Challenge to force nearby creatures to stay nearby until you get ko’d or bored, or you can Turn the Tide and give a couple bloodied allies some HP back. it’s not a lot of HP though so I expect the former will be used more. (though the latter could be used to revive a ton of people in one go.) if there’s only one person you’re worried about, you could use your freebie spell Compelled Duel instead to force them to fight you as long as you only fight them. it’s always prepared now bc you’re a crown paladin, as is Command if you want to act like an emperor sometime.

you also have Divine Health so you don’t get sick anymore unless the plot demands it.

4. Paladin 4: at level four, you get your first Ability Score Improvement! that improves your ability scores, like Strength and Constitution, rounding both of those up for more powerful swordery and less powerful death scenes. yeah you can make those look cool, but like, you can only do it once.

5. Paladin 5: fifth level paladins get an Extra Attack each attack action, so now you can combo a bit. you also get second level spells, including your freebies Warding Bond and Zone of Truth. we don’t really need the latter, but the former gives us a way to eat damage for another ally, further cementing our place as a tanky boi.

if you’re looking for other spells, Find Steed makes you. y’know, a rider? and Magic Weapon gives you a little crit boost by adding +1 to all your attack and damage rolls. also you can use aid to heal without “healing” since Constantine doesn’t have any healing in his kit. it’s not “in” character, but it’s not “out” of character either.

6. Paladin 6: at sixth level you exude an Aura of Protection, adding your charisma bonus to everyone’s saves, as long as they’re within 10’ of you. you could argue this is a “wall” of sorts, but one wall a city does not make, so let’s keep building.

7. Paladin 7: seventh level paladins become even more annoying to fight if they’re pledged to a crown, since they specifically can use Divine Allegiance as a reaction to take the damage intended for someone next to you. this is why we grabbed all that constitution earlier.

8. Sorcerer 1: but why take damage at all when you can just build more walls? admittedly we don’t get any of those right away, but as a Clockwork sorcerer we do get access to some nice Spells that also use your Charisma. (tho the spell slot rules get a little weird at this point so check your phb for how many you’ve got!) Green-Flame Blade is basically a paladin smite but spread to two people, while Sword Burst goes even further and hits everyone around you. you also get Light because what self-respecting servant doesn’t glow in the dark on command, and you also get Thunderclap for a lightweight siege weapon. in the same vein, you can use first level spells like Catapult to throw literal siege weapons around. if they’re less than 5 lbs, anyway. (it’s mostly just summoned dudes throwing bombs anyways, so it tracks.) though you can up the weight limit by upcasting it. you can also get one half of dropping boiling oil on people with the Grease spell.

you also get Alarm and Protection from Evil & Good for free, though the bigger boon for this build is your ability to Restore Balance as a reaction, negating any kind of advantage or disadvantage affecting one kind of d20 roll, up to proficiency times a day.

9. Sorcerer 2: second level sorcerers get a Font of Magic, which basically gives them an extra spell slot right now. I will say you get your level in sorcery points each day, but that doesn’t mean much beyond the one spell right now.

you can also mess up attacks more thanks to grabbing Silvery Barbs! now you can basically force someone to roll at disadvantage even if you use restore balance, and if this causes the attacker to fail, you can give an ally advantage on their next attack!

10. Sorcerer 3: third level sorcerers can use Metamagic, spending sorcery points to alter their spells. if you’re chucking catapult materiel in melee range, you probably want to pick up Careful spells to ensure any allies caught in the crossfire can make their saves. or you can make your spells have the range of real catapults with the Distant spell metamagic, doubling its range.

speaking of siege weapons, you can make a battering ram now with Knock, letting you force open any door in your way, so long as you’re cool with a big freakin’ noise. you also get the freebies Aid and Lesser Restoration. we already talked about aid, but that means you can free up another prep slot from your paladin spell lists.

11. Sorcerer 4: use this ASI to round up your Strength for more powerful attacks. you can also Message Chaldea if you’re in trouble, or use Shatter for a bigger catapult.

12. Sorcerer 5: fifth level sorcerers get Magical Guidance, so if you fail a skill check you can spend a sorcery point to reroll it. that’s what I call some imperial privilege! you also get a better bomb for your buds thanks to Fireball, plus the freebes Dispel Magic and Protection from Energy.

13. Sorcerer 6: sixth level clockwork souls can become a Bastion of Law, spending sorcery points to build a wall of magic around yourself or an ally, letting them reduce incoming damage by between 1-5d8 damage. the creature with the shield can choose when to use it, and it doesn’t even cost their reaction! you can use this as much as you want, through you can only have one bastion up at a time.

that being said, you can still protect yourself… sometimes… with Blink. admittedly this is a big stretch, but having a fifty-fifty chance to move to the ethereal plane combos great with your champion’s challenge, giving you the classic combo of taunt and invincibility. why force six guys to fight you and stick around for them to do it?

14. Sorcerer 7: seventh level sorcerers get fourth level spells! we’re picking up Stoneskin for even more damage reduction, natch, but your freebies are actually pretty nice this time. Summon Construct is one of the only summons we can get, but at least you have a soldier to hold your greatsword now. you also get Freedom of Movement which prevents you from being tied up or paralyzed. Konstantinos doesn’t actually get any debuff resistance in-game, but it could come in handy.

15. Paladin 8: eighth level paladins get another ASI, so bump up that Charisma for stronger spells and auras.

16. Paladin 9: ninth level paladins get third level spells, including your freebies Aura of Vitality and Spirit Guardians. I can’t condone the former bc again, Constantine doesn’t get healing, but I guess you can use the latter to make some guards for the very short-term.

I’d still suggest picking some spells of your own, like Crusader’s Mantle to give every roman around you a damage bonus (though you don’t have to be so picky), and Magic Circle for another, albeit situational, way to gain a defensive advantage. I imagine you’ll have plenty of arguments with King Hassan, so having a spot to stand in where he can’t instantly kill you would be helpful.

17. Paladin 10: tenth level paladins exude an Aura of Courage, preventing you and anyone within 10’ of you from being frightened. convincing people to fight until they die is usually hard. this makes it easier.

18. Paladin 11: at our last level of paladin you get an Improved Divine Smite, making every attack you land a little more holy. and by that, I mean they all do a touch of radiant damage to throw even more dice into the mix. everybody loves more dice.

19. Sorcerer 8: we’re not done with the build yet! easing back into sorcerer, we get one last ASI to turn you into an Inspiring Leader. you might not be able to heal that much, but temporary HP is still on the table, so long as you have ten minutes to spare for a rousing speech. this adds just over 20 temporary HP to up to six allies so everyone can stay in the fight a bit longer.

that being said there aren’t any more fourth level spells I want so… Tongues? I mean you’re christian, it tracks. you can talk to anyone and they can talk back, plus it’ll make Inspiring leader even better since it widens your options for health recipients.

20. Sorcerer 9: the real reason we were in sorcerer so long is because Constantine is a construction worker. his noble phantasm can make a wall, and while they’re a bit vague as to whether this is a literal wall or a figurative one, I tried to cover both, since you get Wall of Force for free and pick up Wall of Stone as a choice. the former is nigh-invincible, and nigh-invisible, preventing all damage and creatures from passing through for up to a minute, even spreading into the ethereal plane. if the wall goes up where someone’s standing, they’re forced harmlessly to one side or the other.

the latter can cover more space at the cost of being less durable, and creatures can escape being trapped by it with a saving throw. that being said, it can be used to make bridges, and will even become a real object in the world if you hold concentration the full ten minutes.

you also get Greater Restoration but that’s not why we’re here. s'free tho, so that's something!

Pros & Cons

Pros:

shockingly, the defensively oriented servant is good on defense, with powered-up saves, ways to prevent advantage on incoming attacks, and even the ability to build literal walls between you and whatever wants you dead. special shout-out to the Champion Challenge/Blink combo, letting you lock down the movement of several enemies and then just not be there for them to hit. thank goodness the former only cares about physical distance, not which dimension you’re in.

while you’re great at building up walls, you’re also good at letting people in and helping the party. with careful blasts to protect any squishy party members caught in your bombthrowing, infectious auras of positivity helping everyone stay alive, and your inspirational speeches adding plenty of health to your party’s total, you’re just as good at keeping the party going as you are keeping yourself alive.

while again the focus was on building walls, you’re also great at tearing them down, thanks to your literal and figurative burst damage. like all paladins you can pump up your damage with smites, but you also have spells like shatter and knock to break through the enemies’ defenses to boot.

Cons:

your first Con is literally your constitution! even with that stat as high as it is, being half-sorcerer brings your health total down to just “pretty good” for a frontline fighter- plus, focusing so hard on that meant both your attacks and your spells aren’t that powerful either. even with smites, your damage output might be a bit lackluster.

you’re also a bit picky when it comes to spells, since I didn’t want to grab anything with real healing available. paladins aren’t healing powerhouses like clerics, but ignoring healing altogether means that every fight you’re in is on a timer from the word go.

speaking of spells, you need those for smites and your best defensive options, so you’re burning the candle at both ends there. then again you also need them for sorcery points to get skill bonuses, so I guess it’s burning at… troth ends? whatever, you’re gonna run out of magic faster than you’d like.

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[P2] His (Their) Queen

NSFW Sub!Barbatos x F!MC x Dom!Lucifer Spice Rating - 3/4 DON'T BURN YOURSELF

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“Do it, Barbatos,” you order, semi-commandingly, and Barbatos covers his mouth to stifle a soft moan. Faintly, you realize he’s also nursing a stiff length, and you’re not quite sure when it started, but you’re starting to really like the idea of letting him edge the absolute shit out of himself.

At least you’ll suffer together.

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“L-Lucifer!” you gasp as you feel him biting and sucking your neck. Barbatos’ hands—-now bare—aren’t far behind in giving your boobs some very nice caresses and gentle squeezes. “Are you seriously trying to give me a hickey!?”

“Not a hickey,” he replies with a smirk against your tingling and warmed skin. “Hickies,” he finishes before he abuses your sweet spot. You moan, and Lucifer’s hand smacks into your outer thigh, making you buck against him.

“Lucifer, that was a little rough,” Barbatos says in disapproval as you pant, your body trembling.

“She can take it,” Lucifer murmurs, gently circling his fingers over the spot he hurt. “Just like she can take everything Diavolo is going to give her once he sees those pretty marks. And you’re going to tell him the truth, aren’t you, MC? You’re going to tell your husband what a slut you are.”

“Lucifer,” you whine, even as Barbatos plays with your nipples in his magnificently dexterous fingers, sending lovely signals deep into your lower stomach and shooting down into your legs. You feel your legs wavering, and you have a feeling that Lucifer’s arms around you are keeping your knees from buckling as he runs his lips against the edge of your ear.

“Why don’t you practice saying it for me? Say, ‘Diavolo, I’m sorry for being a slut and not talking to you first.’” You throb at his words, closing your eyes. God, fuck him for preying on your submissive side.

“No!” you retort. “He said it was—ah!” Another slap, this time on the other thigh.

“I think he said it was fine if he was also involved,” Lucifer growls, his voice turning husky, sending a thrill down through your spine as if the ones Barbatos was sending through you weren’t enough. “How do you think he’d feel, knowing that he’s been left out of his precious wife’s fun?”

“You’re making it even worse in that case!” you bluster, and your ex-boyfriend only chuckles at you. Barbatos looks into your eyes, maybe into your soul with that faint smile of his, and for a moment, you truly have no idea if some of him agrees with Lucifer, if he likes the fact that you pointed out Lucifer’s hypocrisy, or that he just likes fondling you.

“My lord has never said his wife wasn’t allowed to be sexually pleased by someone other than himself,” Barbatos replies, teasingly stroking up and down your belly. “Such soft skin… It is as if I am caressing a fine piece of artwork, crafted by the great sorceress Arachne.”

“Well… she is a piece of art, I’ll give you that,” Lucifer murmurs, kissing the back of your head. “Even if that piece of art is appreciated only by perverts such as myself.” He’s the same goddamn simp he ever was, you think with a faint smile and a roll of your eyes. You can hear the sappy sentimentality in his voice override any shame he intended to give you with that comment. In fairness, neither of you really stopped liking each other—hell, the only reason you really broke up was because you both wanted more time together than circumstances allowed.

“Any artwork appreciated by a pervert would make the pervert an uncultured boor,” Barbatos replies, and Lucifer twitches behind you. “Artwork is more complex than physical form, is it not?” Oh, Barb, please don’t engage him… Barbatos brushes his lips against your breast, and he looks up at you, as if for permission, and you bite your lip at him. You’re really starting to get on edge at this point; it’s nice to know that Lucifer is getting plenty impatient himself, judging by the way he’s rubbing into you.

Maybe I could… give him some encouragement to hurry up… Although the thought occurs to you, you don’t have the opportunity to act upon it when Barbatos is giving his fullest attention to your body. With his tongue delicately swirling over your hardened nipple, his right hand savoring your other breast, and his left hand tracing what seem to be words against your sensitive sides, the stimulation is breathtaking.

When you let out a moan, unfortunately, Lucifer rudely pulls you away from Barbatos, and you let out a dismayed sound in the wake of Barbatos’ lips popping off your breast.

“Lucifer!” you complain, and his response is to spin you around to face him. To face his simmering, lust-darkened eyes that always craved every ounce of you. It’s coming back to you in droves, and you feel your face warm as you see the faint blush coloring Lucifer’s pale cheeks. It wasn’t fair that he was allowed to look sweet and sexy at the same time.

“Enjoying yourself?” his voice teases as he leans closer to your face.

“No. You think this is enough?” Really, you’re just trying to recover some of your pride. Unfortunately, you realize that was a mistake as Lucifer chuckles.

“Oh? Then why are your legs shaking, MC?” His lips are nearly touching yours at this point. “Is there a reason you’re holding onto me for dear life? Is it because Barbatos is behind you, and you’re waiting for him to do something dirty to you, or is it because of something we did? Do you want something else?” Yes. Otherwise, you would have told them both to stop a while ago.

“For someone who was so adamant about her majesty’s fidelity, you’re acting terribly devious,” Barbatos murmurs over your shoulder, and you just barely realize Barbatos is the one hugging you from behind now. Unlike Lucifer, however, his touch is almost featherlight rather than firm—maybe even hesitant.

“I’ll accept my punishment later,” Lucifer murmurs back before he kisses you surprisingly gently and chastely. Well, it’s been a while since you last saw him; he probably missed you a lot since you left the House of Lamentation. A moment later, Barbatos is decorating your back in kisses of his own, sending pleasant bursts of warmth over your skin.

“Lucif—” you’re about to say when he breaks from your lips, only to warm up by the second as he prods your mouth open and battles your tongue. He digs his hands into your hair, a soft groan escaping his mouth as you reach downward for his erection, intending to catch him off-guard, but he playfully slaps at your hand, instead pinning it high against your thigh. Rather than him, you’re the one caught off-guard as your pinkie grinds between your slick lower lips.

“Why don’t you show him…” Lucifer softly growls as Barbatos says something behind you—a compliment, you think— “What a bad girl you are and touch yourself until you make a mess?”

You gasp: “Not… a girl… I’m—” and then Lucifer has your lips again, tempting you with your own hand as he plays with where your fingers are positioned. You can’t help yourself from gasping as you brush delightfully against your clit. But no, you can’t, or…

“Please, your highness,” an unexpected voice murmurs against your ear, and you almost whimper as Barbatos’ hair touches your jaw. “I want to see you come undone again… over and over again. Please show me more.” Between the heat leaking off of him and Lucifer, among other things, you’re starting to feel heady.

“Beg harder,” you reply, gasping for air before Lucifer bites your neck again. You think you hear Barbatos begging you, although Lucifer’s husky growl in the ear Barbatos isn’t using is driving you crazy.

“Pleasure yourself, MC. And maybe if I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you what you want afterwards.”

“Hn!” You mewl as your finger slips against your clit, and Lucifer chuckles while Barbatos moans out a ‘thank you’ as if he was the one you were pleasuring. Though in fairness, your hips are twitching a lot.

You start to forget yourself as you fall into the regular rhythmic motion that you’ve become so accustomed to, the one that always makes your stomach so pleasantly tight. Your brain starts to fill with all the filthy fantasies of the things that you, Lucifer and Barbatos might do here, in your husband’s bedroom. How you might alternate whose dick you’re sucking and whose dick you’re taking deep inside you. How you might take both of them at the same time. And then, at the end of it all, how your husband would absolutely wreck you in a fit to say that he was the main course, and those two were side dishes.

Your breathing gets quicker and sharper, and you can feel your juices getting cold on the insides of your thighs. You can even feel the discordant heartbeats of the two men sandwiching you getting rapid as they watch your pursuit for release in lewd fascination. When the orgasm comes, it surprises you how powerful it is, to the point where you stumble and almost fall into the chasm provided by their bodies.

“Tired already?” Lucifer teases, simpering down at you.

“Would you like me to fetch a warm rag, your highness?” Barbatos asks breathlessly, and you shake your head in answer to both questions.

“Good…” Lucifer replies, and you’re not sure when he undid the buttons on his shirt. “Because you have a very long morning ahead of you, darling… I hope you’re prepared.”

“I will prepare a warm bath afterwards so you can relax,” Barbatos adds, apparently not disagreeing. “I will take care of your every need, your highness.”

Le BONUS that everyone saw coming:

Diavolo was wondering where Lucifer was when he didn’t appear at the meeting, and he discovered the three of you right around the time Lucifer started to give you hickies.

Diavolo thought about walking in but ended up watching the entire scene to the end. He later gave you a stern, very sexual punishment just as Lucifer had prophesied.

#I promised a sandwich #y'all got a sandwich #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me!#shameless self indulgence #obey me lucifer smut #lucifer brainrot #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #lucifer x reader #barbatos brainrot #barbatos x mc #lucifer x mc #obey me barbatos smut #lucifer smut #barbatos smut

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Spiderverse readers file

Name: y/n l/n

Age: 18

Personality: stubborn and cold upon first meeting

Universe: 2067

Universe description: universe 67 is a criminally ruled universe filled with tragedy and poverty. The universe is ruled over by different gangs that constantly have wars between themselves for power. New York is currently ruled over by a gang called ‘wildhounds’ who are a cruel and violent gang.

Universe danger level; medium

Spider-Man of that universe: Pierce Parker

Role in universe: love interest to Spider-Man

Involvement with Spider-Man: present in three canon events of Spider-Man’s

Mother: Elizabeth ‘Lizzy’ l/n (deceased)

Father: Wayne l/n (deceased)

Current guardian: Patrick l/n (grandfather)

Stats:

Strength: 3/5

Intelligence: 4/5

Loyalty: 5/5

Social skills: 2/5

Dexterity: 3/5

Weapon handling: 4/5

Cooperation with spiderpeople: 2/5

Health:

Extensive physical injuries:

Broken nose x 2- set back in place 2-3 hours after initial break

Bullet wound x 1- didn’t hit any vital organs and bullet went straight through, healed without complications and left small scar

Diagnosed concussions x 2

Family history:

Father- asthma

Mother-hypertension, postpartum depression

Brother- generalised anxiety disorder

Positive family history of hypertension but negative for diabetes and cancer

Social behaviours:

Damage to the lungs from inhaling smoke, could be from smoking or poor living conditions

Social drinker, 5-6 glasses of hard liquor on weekends

Physically active- participants regularly in gym activities and occasional jog

Psych eval- suffers from occasional depressive episode, no formal diagnosis

Sexually actively- unknown

Sexual history- unknown

Medications past/present:

Fluoxetine 20mg twice a day- depression- discontinuation on April 20th

Amoxicillin 625mg- infection

Paracetamol 1000mg- pain

Personal notes:

Flinches at sudden movements (flagged)

Organ donor card found on person

Depressive episodes last 2-3 weeks depending on situation

Has slight iron deficiency

Will refuse to eat during depressive episodes

Refuses psych diagnosis

Psych recommends counselling to find root of distrustful attitude

Has donated blood before

Current situation

Y/n l/n is currently being held in universe 2099 after an anomaly placed them there by mistake and put a portal locking device on which doesn’t allow for them to go home

Feelings on current situation: extremely displeased

Current relationships with spiderpeople:

Gwen Stacy- friends?

Hobie brown- one sided friendship on hobies part, possibly more

Miles morales- friends?

Pavitr- friends? Seems to enjoy his company

Peter Parker- acquaintances, Peter is trying to build a bond but y/n is resistant

Miguel O’Hara- disliked by y/n, trying to build a bond and be a father figure but y/n is resistant

Personal notes:

Seems happiest when they are able to watch their universe through the inter dimensional screens

Extremely resistant to building bonds with spiderpeople and tends to shut themselves away

Is not afraid to speak their mind

Has fought against spiderpeople for many reasons

Asked for cigarettes once but it is unknown if it was for them or another person, hasn’t asked again since Miguel refused the request

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“How does he have all this information on me?” You question Hobie while continuing to read the screen as he lounges lazily on Miguel’s desk before the boss decided to return.

“Creepy innit” Hobie chuckles as he reads the screen as well “s’not even accurate”

“Seems it” you say distracted as your mind continues to process the information they have stored on you

“Nah” Hobie says as he points at one part of the screen “says one sided friendship here”

“Yeah, and?” You say as you look at him with a raised brow

“S’not true, is it” Hobie says with a nonchalant shrug

“Actually, it pretty much sums us up pretty well” you say deadpan

“Nah, you love me really” he says as he swings an arm around your shoulders

“Sure” you say with an exhausted sigh as you brush his hands away from your shoulders before closing the screen and exiting Miguel’s office

“Where you off to?” Hobie calls after you but you don’t even turn around and you continue to walk in the opposite direction

“I’m gonna smash the camera in the housing units kitchen and the one in front of my door” you shout back “so he can’t spy on me and get any more information on me”

Hobie just shrugs as he puts his hands in his jacket pockets and nonchalantly strolls in the direction you went. You could smash all the cameras you want, it wouldn’t make a difference

Not unless you found the ones they hid in your bedroom.

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pardi-real · 8 months

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Main Story Ep. 2 / Part 3 / Chapter 2 - Archery Team Training

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[Devil's Palace, Backyard]

~ The next day ~

The butlers were immediately divided into teams and began their training. Muu and I decided to observe each group.

Muu: "Ah! My lord! The Archery Team is training over there!

> "Really? Let's go take a look"

Trudge… trudge…

Nac: "Oh? Good afternoon, my lord. I see, you've come."

Ammon: "Hello, my lord."

Flure: "Good afternoon, my lord."

> “May I watch?"

Nac: "Yes. Of course, please do. Now then...! Since my lord is here, shall we start the training? The Archery Team consists of these three members. I, Nac Stein, have been entrusted with the leadership of the Archery Team. The members are Ammon and Flure. Let's work together."

Ammon: “Sigh... Why are you the only one you refer to with a full name?"

Flure: "Mr. Ammon, There's no end if you start nitpicking with Mr. Nac."

Ammon: "True…”

Nac: "Well then... Let's get started, shall we? Have both of you ever handled bows and arrows before?"

Ammon: "Nope..."

Flure: "I haven't either."

Nac: "I see... I see... Understood. I don't mean to brag, but I have experience with various kind of weapons. And of course! I'm also familiar with handling bows and arrows! So... first, let me explain the basics of handling a bow and arrow to both of you. Since Ammon and Flure are both very dexterous, I'm sure you'll master it in no time!"

Ammon: "Thank you, please guide us!"

Flure: "C-can I… do it…"

~ After a while ~.

Nac: "Now then... That's all for the method of shooting an arrow. Let's try aiming at that target 30 meters away!"

Ammon: "Hmm... aim carefully... ...Hup!"

Swoosh... thunk!

Ammon: "Tch, it was a bit to the right... Missed."

Nac: "No, no! For a first attempt, it's remarkably skillful! As expected! Ammon! You catch on quickly!”

Ammon: "Hehe... It feels great to be praised so much by Mr. Nac. I'm not usually praised like this, so it's a nice change!"

Nac: "I'm one to praise and help you improve!”

Ammon: "But usually, you're scolding Lamli a lot…”

Nac: "A-ahem...! That one is a special case. Now then...! Next is Flure!"

Flure: "U-Understood... Phew… (I-I feel somewhat nervous.) Aim carefully... Hup!"

Swoosh... thunk!

Flure: "Woah!"

Thud

Flure: "Ouch... I fell over from the impact of releasing the arrow." (Sigh... I'm so clumsy...)

Nac: "Amazing! A direct hit on the target!”

Flure: "Eh? No way?”

Ammon: "Impressive. Almost dead center."

Flure: “M-Must be a coincidence.”

Nac: "Well, may I have you shoot a second arrow just in case?"

Flure: "Y-Yes... Aim carefully... Hup!"

Swoosh... thunk!

Ammon: "Amazing...! It hits the center again.”

Nac: “L-let's have it one more time.”

Flure: “Y-yes…”

~ A few minutes later~

Ammon: "Amazing…! Out of 10 shots, 9 hit the target."

Nac: "Oh my... Flure seems to have a talent for archery."

Ammon: "Right… Great job, Flure~"

> "Truly impressive, Flure!"

Flure: "T-Thank you... very much.” (This is my first time to be told that I have talent in something related to battle... And the lord praised me too… Yes…! I'm so happy!)

Nac: "Ammon, you also seem to have quite a bit of talent... The Archery Team seems to be able to carry out their mission without any problems, my lord."

Muu: "It looks like the Archery Team is doing well! My lord, shall we go check on another team soon?"

> "Yes, let's do that."

Trudge... Trudge…

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#main story #*aknk #I just realized that people put * to differentiate it from the general tag?

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Hello all! I know it is a little late (more like a lot late) and RobStar week is already over, but I still wanna share the prompts I wrote in advance!

Something unfortunate happened in my personal life, but everything's okay now! If you would all accept, then I hope you enjoy this prompt for day 3!

(Day's 4-7 should be coming out soon!)

RobStar Week 2024, Day 3

Training

Starfire stretched her arms, her eyes never once leaving her handsome opponent.

He stood across from her, on the other side of sparring ring. Though he was stretching in a similar manner, he was also displaying an air of calm and confidence. He was not worried about how he’d fare.

And, as much as she hated to say it, he had reason to feel so self-assured.

“3 more minutes of prep.” Cyborg called out from outside the ring side.

‘3 more minutes…’ Starfire repeated to herself.

She knew it would be in her favor to keep focus on her upcoming spar, but the trio of voices coming from the side couldn’t help but momentarily capture her attention.

“What’s their score again?”

“27-0”

“How long do you think she’ll last this time?”

“Judging from past instances, I’ll give her 4 minutes.”

“I’ll give her 5. She improves with every loss.”

“C’mon guys, have a little faith! This time she might actually win!”

‘Thank you Beast Boy.’ Starfire was happy at least one of her friends was on her side.

“But just in case, l give her 5 and a half.”

“Traitor.” The red-head muttered under her breath.

Robin, also having heard the peanut gallery’s conversation, laughed silently to himself. Oh, why did he have to be so handsome!?

“30 seconds guys!” Cyborg called out.

Starfire ceased her stretching, checking to make sure her ponytail was secure (having such thick, curly hair sometimes made it quite difficult to maintain hair ties). Her bangs were still loose, but nothing that would hinder her. Her dark purple spaghetti-strap tank top paired with her black knee-length work out shorts made for a very cute and very practical sparring uniform. The white arm wraps she donned, at Robin’s insistence, were also secure.

Robin was also checking himself over. He wore a white men’s tank top with a pair of loose black work out shorts. Like Starfire, he had a pair of white arm wraps covering his hands. Unlike Starfire, he still had on his signature domino mask.

Oh, how Starfire never tired to see him in his workout clothes.

They both fit and complemented his frame perfectly. Not too skinny, but not too buff; a perfect combination of the two. Showcasing the dexterous strength of the lean muscle in his arms, displaying the vigor of his legs and thighs, and don’t even get her started on his chest…

“Star.”

“Huh?”

Starfire looked up, unable to recall when she gazed down.

Robin watched her with an amused smirk, a tiny blush colored on his cheeks.

“Focus.” He pointed at the timer. “We’re about to start.”

“Oh, heh. Of course.” Starfire said bashfully, wiping a small bit of drool from the corner of her mouth (when did that get there!?).

“Get ready you two!” Cyborg called out, officiating the match.

“3… 2... 1... Spar!”

Starfire wasted no time rushing toward her opponent. Using the bo-staff gifted to her, she tried to use its length to trip the other. Robin, of course, recognized this move from a mile away; he flipped backwards, dodging the staff and landing on his feet with one arm as balance.

Starfire, however, knew this would happen. While he was recovering, she too stepped back to asses his figure (professionally, she reminded herself).

Nothing yet that could clue her in to how he planned to fight this match.

After 27 sparring matches, Starfire began to grow familiar with Robin’s various battle formations and combat styles. Having no powers in a world full of powered beings, he needed to find some skilled and creative ways to, as the humans say, “level the field of playing”. If this were a normal fight, Robin would have already found a way to not only overpower her but combat her own powers against her.

However, this was no normal fight. This was pure hand-to-hand combat, relied on with nothing more than their limbs, staffs, and innate battle prowess. In fact, something deep within her felt more natural engaging in combat without her powered abilities. As if, in some strange sense, this was similar to how she started out-

Robin stood back up, masked eyes gazing without mercy at his opponent.

Uh-oh, looks Star needed to focus.

Robin ran to her left, prompting the alien to defensively aim her staff in that direction. However, in nothing more than a split second, the human threw himself in the right direction.

Starfire, with barely enough time to register the attack, was quick to direct her staff in the same direction.

The staffs made a loud contact, their wielders now face-to-face.

‘That was too close…’

Starfire let out a breath in parallel with Robin quickly backing away.

Drat, he knew what she wanted her next move to be. In terms of strength, even without her powers, Starfire would be able to greatly overwhelm her leader.

However, it looked like he was planning to defeat her with his agility.

That would be a problem. While Starfire herself was very agile, both her mind and body considered to be in top shape in that regard, she was no where near the level of Robin. None of the Titans were.

If that was the case, Star needed to end this spar quickly if she wanted a chance a winning.

The fight went on for 4 more minutes, the majority of it consisting of quick jabs and dodges. Neither were willing to get closer to the other than needed, recognizing it would only take one stray step to be taken down.

Star could feel her chest heaving, her breaths beginning to grow heavy. Robin took deep breaths as well, drops of sweat running down his arms and chest.

His grip on his staff was still firms, his stance being balanced primarily on his right leg, while he partially rested one of his arms on his left-

Wait, his stance!

Starfire ran right for him, surprising the boy wonder. He held his staff in a defensive manner, as it looked like his opponent wanted to strike him mid-frame.

However, right as their staffs were to make contact, Starfire quickly lowered herself to skid across the floor. Now standing right behind him, Star quickly jabbed Robin’s back before he could realize what was happening.

Within seconds, Robin had fell to the floor. The staff, one end still placed on the middle of back, kept him in place.

Starfire breathed heavily, starring down at her seemingly defeated partner. Her eyes were wide, full of disbelief, before a quiet sentence left her lips.

“...i have won…”

Cyborg and Beast Boy stared into the ring, jaws slack in disbelief. Raven, much more collected that the boys, simply had a raised eyebrow.

“I-I have won!” Starfire said, much louder than before,

“YES!” Removing the staff from its place, she raised it happily and in triumph. “I am victorious!”

Starfire looked up at her friends, eager to see their reactions. She expected to see looks of joy and pride and her victory, especially after their earlier comments.

…

Why are they all now giving her knowing looks?

“Star…”

Robin’s voice, playful in nature, made her freeze in her tracks.

Slowly turning, Starfire saw that Robin, who was still laying on his back, was now half-sitting upright using his elbows. He tilted his head down, gesturing toward her legs.

“You sure about that?”

Nervous, Starfire looked down. Sure enough, her standing legs were in between Robin’s laid ones, his staff in between to ensure she could not escape.

“...sometimes I really do not like you.”

And with that, Starfire was tripped and pinned down by Robin’s body.

“Match!” Cyborg called out, ending the spar. “What does that make now?”

“28-0.” Raven said, using her powers to change the board.

“Nice job, Star!” Beast Boy exclaimed with a thumbs up. “You almost had him!”

“Haughhh…” Starfire groaned from underneath her handsome prison.

“Now, what were the terms of our deal again?” Robin said with a voice full of mirth. “If I won you’d make a fresh batch of brownies, all for me?”

“Yes, yes.” Starfire said with exaggerated annoyance. “Is there anything else I may bestow upon you, Your Majesty?”

“Well, now that you mention it-”

“Robin!”

“Okay, okay.” Robin chuckled, helping Starfire up.

She dusted herself of upon standing up. Luckily, the smile on her face told the others she held no hard feelings.

“You may have conquered me this time, Robin.” Starfire said as they walked side-by-side out of the training room. “But I assure you, one day soon it shall be I who conquers you!”

“Looking forward to it, Star.”

#robstar week 2024 #robstar week #teen titans 2003 #teen titans #my fic #starfire #robin #beast boy #cyborg #raven #robstar

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